Once there was you, me, and us (Sinister Strange x fem!reader)

GENESIS

"I was afraid to let you go, Strange," The sorceress looked back at him with a hand holding the wave of undead spirits, "because I thought you needed me to stay you," a single tear fell down her cheek, "but I realized that you need yourself,"
Sinister Strange held her free arm to try, in despair, to pull her back, but her cold skin burned him and he had no choice but to fall back, "I didn't want this to happen!"

(Y/N) smiled, kindly, she knew he was speaking the truth, but a grieving heart can only bear so much, "I know, my love. I treasure you so much," She tried to remain strong through the pain of the undead clawing at her arm, pulling her deeper and deeper to the Sanctum's flames. Strange shouted, and tried, and tried to hold her back but his powers were immune to (Y/N)'s. "Stephen, you must promise me that you won't fall again," he leaned into her hand that caressed his cheek lovingly, "Do it for you," she leaned closer to him, almost ripping her arm apart, but it was worth one last kiss, "for me," their lips touched, so soft and frail like a leaf touching the caThe flames engulfed her like a dress of fire and ash as the undead souls screamed in a pain only magical fire could cause. The windows exploded like a fire dragon had made the Sanctum it's new home. Strange had to take several steps behind to not get caught by it, as he shouted after her until his voice was gone, like she was, again. lm river's waters, "and for us"

The flames engulfed her like a dress of fire and ash as the undead souls screamed in a pain only magical fire could cause. The windows exploded like a fire dragon had made the Sanctum it's new home. Strange had to take several steps behind to not get caught by it, as he shouted after her until his voice was gone, like she was, again.

Strange fell to his knees, hands grasping at the dried grass as a wailed cry escaped his lips. His mended heart shattered in a million pieces, he felt like he was going to die at any second - Stephen couldn't breath, or find the will to cry any longer. It was like someone had pierced his heart and let the knife there; twisting and twisting until there was nothing left to bleed.

He felt like this hadn't been a second chance after all, just the universe laughing in his face for everything he's done.

How much could he take of this? Stephen looked at his hands, dried with blood. He had promised her; but she was dead, and he...he could rejoin her, not using the Darkhold this time, no, it should be in a more swift way, before her voice faded from his mind.

It's not like Stephen thinks he doesn't deserve to live; he doesn't, and he knows that, but the thought of being alive felt so much brighter and positive with (Y/N) around and now, now there wasn't much to hold on to. Just ashes of the dreams he burned. If he couldn't burn a thousand stars to be temporary with her, why be temporary by himself? She was no longer around to anchor him, he could finally...breath.

A shady, misty red portal opened behind Stephen as he prepared himself to cast a "one time" spell, right towards his heart, as he stared at the burning Sanctum. A figure stepped forward.

"Stephen Strange?"

Strange turned around in alert, and was met with none other than the Scarlet Witch herself - (Y/N)'s last plan.