Marvel Character Oneshots

Objections ~ stephen strange x reader

{set after the Doctor Strange movie. takes place in a church outside of New York. warning: cliche}

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The wedding venue was beautiful. There was something magical about the way the trees twinkled. Stephen probably had something to do with that. The grass around the church was lush and green and the cloudless sky seemed brighter than usual. A horse in a pasture nearby snorted, its tail swishing lazily. 

You bit your lip as you walked towards the dining table and bar area set up on the church's veranda, where over a hundred people were gathered. You smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath as you approached a man with a clipboard, who turned his sunglassed gaze towards you.

"Name, miss?" He asked, puffing out his chest and showing off his sparkling suit. 

A guard? So over-the-top, Stephen, you thought.

"Y/N," you said, standing up straight. 

He traced his finger down the guest list and came to a stop at the end of the page.

"I'm sorry, miss," he said, looking back at you. "It seems that your name has been crossed out."

Your stomach dropped. "What?"

"Sorry, miss. Allow me to escort you back to your car -"

You frowned. "No! I have the invitation -"

"I apologise but if your name has been crossed out, the bride does not want you here."

You froze. "The bride? Not the groom?"

He copied your frown. "Yes, miss. The bride drew up the guest list. Christine does not wish for you to be here, so if you would allow me to escort -"

"That's quite alright, Douglas," a deep voice said. "She can stay on my account."

You looked up and saw Stephen Strange walking toward you, a black tail-coat new and gracing his narrow frame wonderfully. You cross your arms anxiously, holding them tight against your chest.

"Stephen."

He smiled softly. "Sorry about that, Y/N," he murmured, dismissing the guard with a wave of his hand. "Christine is quite picky. If it makes you feel better, she did not consult me."

You scoffed. "And you want to marry her?"

He stared at you, eyebrows furrowed and his vibrant blue eyes storming.

"Come in."

You followed him towards the banquet table, thoughts and memories swimming in your head.

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Christine's dress was stunning. The crowd at the ceremony gasped in delight when she walked into the church, her veil delicately drawn over her face and her sparkling silver shoes clicking on the wooden floor. She had a proud look on her face. 

You were sitting at the back, trying to be inconspicuous, careful not to catch the bride's attention. Your heart was racing.

I have to stop this, you thought. I can't see him marry somebody else.

Your leg was bouncing impatiently. Christine was walking far too slowly. You glanced at the altar, where Stephen was waiting. He wasn't smiling. You frowned. Why aren't you smiling?

Once Christine took her place opposite the love of your life, the priest began the ceremony, his voice carrying around the large building, seemingly deafening to your ears. Your breathing was uneven and shallow. The nerves were wracking your brain. You couldn't handle this.

"If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace," he said, pausing. 

Everyone looked around at one another.

Now is my chance.

Do I take it?

Is he worth it?

Absolutely.

You stood, the pew creaking. Every head turned to you, eyes wide in horror. Except his, which had found yours. His lips parted, in relief, you hoped. 

Christine looked petrified. You could see anger creeping into her face, her shoulders tense and her hands curl into fists. You took another deep, long breath.

"Don't marry her, Stephen," you said, your trembling voice loud. "I - I still love you."

Eyes switched to the groom, relieving a fraction of the tension threatening to explode inside you. Stephen was gazing at you. His lips curled into a smile. He looked at Christine and then back at you. You bit your lip, your eyebrows rising further and further up your forehead. 

"Well, Mr Strange?" The priest asked, looking thoroughly displeased.

Stephen's head twitched towards him. "It's Doctor Strange."

You let out a quiet giggle. Stephen snapped his gaze to you. 

"I'm sorry, Christine," he said.

There was a loud, earth-shattering sob as Christine picked up her dress, threw her veil off her head and ran all the way back down the aisle and out of the church, the crowd's wide eyes following her. 

Thankful for the distraction, you slipped out of a side-door, making sure to catch Stephen's attention. Right before you disappeared outside the church, you saw him move towards you, shrugging his coat off and dumping it onto a pew.

You flattened yourself against the back of the church wall, a beaming smile glazing on your lips. You closed your eyes and laughed, holding your hands to your chest. Your heart was soaring.

"Y/N!" His voice sent a fantastic sensation down your spine.

He was walking towards you, a smile lifting his sharp face. You put your hands out.

He leapt into them, his lips immediately crashing onto yours, catching you by surprise. He picked you up, spun you around and slammed you somewhat gently into the wall. He smelled of champagne, and his lips tasted like chocolate strawberries. You wrapped your legs around him, vaguely aware that your dress had been shifted up to your hips by his desperate, shaking hands, exposing your thighs. He kissed you ferociously, devouring you, pressing you against both himself and the wall. 

With a slow exhale, he pulled away a few moments later. Your breathing was laboured. Stephen's eyes were raking your body. He slid his hands to your waist. He helped you back to your feet. 

"Thank you," he whispered, his chest heaving.

You frowned. "For what?"

"For objecting."

You smiled. "You could've called it off, you know." You ran your hand through his hair. "It probably would've been nicer to Christine."

He sighed. "I sort of feel bad about that."

You traced his cheekbone. "That's okay, it means you're mostly human," you joked. "Plus, you're not the kinda guy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

He snorted. "Who should I marry then?"

You gently pressed your lips to his and drew back slowly. He smirked.

"Me."

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{inspired by the song Speak Now by Taylor swift ;) you're welcome}