Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Thorns on roses ❤️‍🔥 Stephen Strange

Song: Pastel Ghost - dark beach.

Imagine: the one where you end up in a different universe, one where your lover is still alive.

Warnings: character death, mentions of past trauma, angst, fluff.

It's a little Drabble

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You lost a lot that day. You didn't only lose your lover, you lost your best friend and with it a large chunk of yourself.

You lost that control that he made sure you still had. You wanted to remain a hero for him, he understood that it was hard for you when so many people failed you, he had the same. But he proved to you that it was worth more to stay kind, patient. But after he gave his life to save others, you felt betrayed once again.

The nightmares started soon after. Always recurring the exact same one. It showed you what could have been, how evil he could have been. He kept calling out to you and you stood helpless. Just like in his last moments.

It was bad, to say the least. The whole city destroyed while he reigned, the darkhold by his side. But with every nightmare, there was a key part missing to the context, one you couldn't figure out. Until now.

It took getting to the universe your nightmare transpired from for you to figure it out. Seeing your name engraved on a headstone in the only part of town that hadn't been turned into mush. Actually, the grace was well maintained, flowers even grew around it.

It's bittersweet seeing how he still loves you in this universe, just like you love him in yours.

'You're not from around here..' a deep voice resonates from behind you, making you turn around.

'Stephen...' you breathe, you knew he would be here, America Chavez told you he'd be there.

'Y/n?' He tilts his head.

He is not the same, you notice it immediately. His hair is long with white streaks twirling through the dark hair. He has something sinister within him, you can feel it.

The other way around, Stephen is just as surprised to see you so different from his memory. You seem tired, you seem less deranged than you did when you were alive, leading him to believe his statement from earlier, you are not from here.

'How did you get here?'

'I had some help from a friend...'

'Why did you come here? Send to plague me?'

'No! No... I.. I keep getting nightmares, about you.. you are calling out to me and... I need them to stop...'

He steps closer with this knowing look. 'You died... I searched you every night... in any universe... somehow I never got to yours completely...'

'My Stephen died.. which makes it impossible for you to visit my universe...'

'He is not buried?'

'No... for that reason...' you tell him. 'I wanted to.. so I would have a place to visit... but he never wanted me to get hung up on him...and we had a little problem with Wanda Maximoff and the darkhold... he made sure that couldn't happen with him in our universe...ever the hero...'

'You were the same in this universe... but I can't let go...so I was selfish...'

'I don't think I would be able to do much damage to this universe...' you look around.

'You seem more.. kind though... this version of you... I never understood how you could even be kind after what those people put you through..and in this universe you ruled with an iron fist already...'

'He didn't either.. and yet he made sure I stayed on the right path...' you watch him again.

'Interesting... she did too... perhaps you should stay a little longer... we could help each other, Y/n...'

'That is not such a bad idea.. Stephen...'