*A/n* - This imagine was requested by DragonQueen99
Thanks for the request + I hope that you like it.
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You were with Khan after spending a rare day out with one another. You turned the corner, hand in hand. As you walked together, you couldn't help but notice the women, those that seemed to congregate in groups, staring at you, and Khan as you walked together hand in hand. Seeing them made you feel awful about yourself. They all seemed so pretty, and you felt so inadequate, and so alien, in comparison to them. You placed a strand of hair behind your ear, and listened to what they were saying to one another as you passed then. This, right here, is an important detail; you had powers. They were real, and you were capable of doing all sorts of things. Khan was aware of your powers, as he too possessed supernatural powers. When you had first met him, he was hellbent on destroying everything in his path, but you had overtime managed to persuade him that there was more to life than all of that. You were much more able to control your powers, that Khan initially had been.
"I can't believe that he is with someone like her." One of the women said, making you feel a strange sense of sickness, and anger. "Agreed. I would make him mine in a heartbeat. He looks like such a bad boy, and I love that." With a quick movement of your hand, one of the drinks went flying into the air, and all over them. You let out a small laugh, before you felt something wash over you, and became really dizzy.
Khan placed one of his hands on your shoulder, and the other around your waist. "Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)?" He asked, concerned. You smiled at him. "Of course. What makes you think that I'm not?" He looked you straight in the eye, his hand still placed firmly on your shoulder. "You don't look so well, at all."
"Honestly, I'm fine." As you finished your sentence, you grabbed hold of him as your vision became blurry, before it went black. You had fainted on him, and luckily he had caught you. You had used your powers too much over the past few months, and this had been the one thing that tipped you over the edge; now you were completely drained. "(Y/n)!" Khan had shouted as you collapsed into his arms, one of your arms was draped over his shoulder. He carried you up to the front door of your house, and headed inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. He took you upstairs, and placed you onto the bed. Soon after, your body began to heal itself, lifting you up from the bed magically. Khan sat beside your bed. He knew that when you woke up, he was going to have to remind you of the importance of not using your powers too much, and making yourself weak, just like you had told him when he'd destroyed everything he could, and became incredibly weak. "(Y/n)?" He asked, calmly, as you came back down, and landed in his arms. "You rest up." He whispered, as though you could hear him. "Your energy will be back in no time."
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Benedict Cumberbatch {Imagines}
FanfictionCURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS: Imagines about (Y/n) and Benedict Cumberbatch - Also including imagines about Doctor Strange. A separate book for Sherlock Imagines is coming soon! {Warning- May contain smut and strong language}