Once again, read the title to find out what lies beneath this description; only thing different is that this time, it's Doctor Strange!
...and maybe the occasional Benedict Cucumberbatch one too ;)
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Summary: Y/n hasn't heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren't meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?
Soulmate AU where soulmates communicate with each other by writing on their skin.
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At first you had thought that they were just busy. People need to do things like work, run errands, or visit family. So it was normal to not communicate for a few days.
But when you still hadn't heard anything after a few weeks, you began to worry. You covered your body in ink, sending phrases of worry and concern; trying to get a response. But all of your questions went unanswered.
You had tried for months to try and get a response. Your heart breaking more as every day passed without one. But after two years without a response, you had to give up and move on...or at least try to.
You had to accept that they didn't want anything to do with you...or worse. The former you could kind of believe, but you couldn't even fathom the latter.
So you pieced yourself back together and began a new journey. In your heartbroken state, you had somehow ended up in Nepal and stumbled upon Kamar-Taj. They let you in with open arms, and you've been a member of the mystic arts ever since.
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After the blip, and the Avengers bringing the vanished back, you thought you owed it to your soulmate to give them one last message. One last note to show that you still think and care about them, even if they don't want anything to do with you.
Taking a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeve, and grabbed a pen.
Hey Romeo,
It's been awhile since I've last wrote to you.
I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but I just needed to try one last time. I just need to know that you're okay after everything that happened.
Just give me some sort of sign and I'll leave you alone.
Please. I just need to know that you're okay.
Love,
Your Juliet. xxx
You finished your note by drawing the little moon in the corner of your palm and wiped your tears away.
Hopefully, you'll get a response.
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Roaming around the Sanctum waiting for a response was agonising. Your mind was running rampant with the endless possibilities of what could happen, and you didn't even notice that you had walked straight into Strange.
"I'm so sorry, Stephen. My mind's all over the place. Are you okay?"
He smiled at you. "I'm fine, Y/n. Don't worry yourself about it."
He pat you on the shoulder and went to walk away when something caught your eye. A little moon, eerily similar to the one that you drew on your own hand, was in the corner of his palm.
You stilled. That could not be a coincidence.
"Stephen, wait a second." He turned back around and quirked his eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
Shakily, you grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?" He questioned.
"Did you draw this?" He stared at you like you were crazy, until he realised what you were talking about.
He sighed, "Oh. No, I didn't." You stared at him.
"It's my soulmate." Your eyes widened. "Ever since the accident, I haven't been able to respond. She thinks I hate her." He frowned.
You couldn't believe it. Stephen Strange was your Romeo? Your roommate/superior/friend was the one that you've been trying to reach?
You took a deep breath, a smile gracing your face. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you. She's probably just worried about you."
"I haven't responded in nearly seven years, Y/n. She probably thinks I'm dead." Tears began to slip out of his eyes. "These past years have been torture. Seeing her write things, begging me to respond. It...It hurts, Y/n. I just want to let her know that I care."
You cradled his face with your hands and wiped his tears away. "She doesn't think that you're dead, Stephen. And she knows that you care."
"You can't know that. You're not her!" Just as he went to turn away you grabbed him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted.
"A couple of hours ago, I wrote to my soulmate--to my Romeo. Someone who I hadn't heard from in a long time. I asked him to give me some sort of sign that he was okay. After I finished writing, I did what I always did. I doodled a little moon in the corner of my palm." He stared at you, wide-eyed. "So, Stephen, I do know that she knows you care. Because I am her." You smiled.
It was silent for a while. Stephen was just staring at you, looking confused as ever. You were just about to ask if he was okay when he finally spoke.
"You've been here all this time?" He gave you a watery smile that you returned.
"I guess I have."
He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I tried. I really tried to write back but-"
You cut him off by placing your arms around his neck and colliding your lips with his. "You don't need to apologise for anything, Stephen. We're together now, that's all that matters."
With those final words, you claimed his lips once more.
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