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 ;)
⚠️ This story may contain language that Steve woul...
Summary: After Y/n embraces darkness and their love turns to bitter enmity, Stephen Strange must confront and defeat her to protect the world, sacrificing their past love in the process.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Villain!Ex!Reader
Warning(s): angst, violence, no happy ending, lovers to enemies
Inspiration: I was listening to the radio and Taylor Swift's Bad Blood came on...then this was born!
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The Sanctum Sanctorum, once a bastion of unity and protection, now lay in ruins. The magical energy that once pulsed through its walls had dissipated, replaced by a heavy atmosphere of betrayal and resentment. Stephen stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes filled with anguish and regret.
The one he had loved, the woman who had held his heart, now stood before him as his bitter enemy. Y/n, a powerful sorceress in her own right, had chosen a path of darkness, forsaking the love they had once shared. The pain of their separation had carved deep wounds in Stephen's soul, wounds that bled anew every time he gazed upon her.
As they faced each other in the shattered sanctum, the weight of their broken bond hung heavily in the air. Stephen's voice was laden with sorrow as he spoke, his words echoing with a mix of longing and anger. "You know, we used to be madly in love, Y/n. We were unstoppable together. What happened to us?
Y/n's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—defiance, regret, and a flicker of the love that once burned between them. "Love wasn't enough, Stephen. Power, ambition, and destiny called to me. I couldn't ignore it any longer. You were holding me back."
Her words struck him like a dagger to the heart, and for a moment, the pain shone through his eyes. He took a step closer, his voice pleading, "I never wanted to hold you back. I wanted us to be equals, to explore the mystic arts together. But you chose a different path—a path drenched in darkness."
A cruel smile tugged at Y/n's lips as she circled him, her tone filled with mocking amusement. "Darkness, light, it's all the same in the end, isn't it? You were always so naive, Stephen, so confined by your own self-righteousness. I embraced my true potential, and now, I am more powerful than ever."
Stephen's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. The love he once felt now turned to a resolute determination to protect the world from the consequences of Y/n's fall. "If you won't turn away from this path, then I will stop you, by any means necessary. The world needs the Sorcerer Supreme, not a tyrant consumed by her own desires."
Y/n's laughter echoed through the ruined halls, a haunting sound that sent shivers down Stephen's spine. "Oh, Stephen, how blind you are. You think you can stop me? I have mastered dark arts that would make your blood run cold. You are no match for me."
In an instant, Y/n unleashed a powerful blast of dark magic toward Stephen. He reacted swiftly, conjuring a shield of mystical energy to deflect the attack. Their battle began in earnest, spells clashing and mystical energies intertwining in a deadly dance.
As they fought, the memories of their shared past echoed in Stephen's mind. The moments of tenderness, the nights spent exploring ancient texts side by side, the promises of forever. They were a distant echo now, drowned out by the bitterness of their present reality.
Hours turned into moments, and moments turned into eternity as their powers clashed and intertwined. Stephen fought with every ounce of his being, fueled by a mix of heartbreak and the determination to protect the world from her wrath. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore; he had to defeat her, even if it meant sacrificing the love they once had.
In the end, it was a combination of skill, strategy, and the remnants of love that brought him victory. Y/n lay defeated on the ground, her eyes filled with a mix of defeat and something akin to regret. Stephen, bloodied and battered, stood over her, his expression a mask of both triumph and heartbreak.
He knelt beside her, his voice a whisper filled with pain. "I didn't want it to come to this, Y/n. But I couldn't let your darkness consume the world. I hope one day you find your way back to the light."
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