#palmerstrange fanfiction

[marvel-snape-writes]

I saw the band that wrote/sang the song that inspired ‘Are You Happy, Stephen?’ again on Wednesday night and I think it gave me the kick up the arse to finally finish the next chapter of ‘Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange’ because I feel like I haven’t posted any in AGES

[hayanwulf]

Small Price to Pay

1.) Pepper & Tony never got back together after Civil War. 2.) Stephen & Christine had been in a relationship right before infinity war.

Alright then, let’s roll the fucking clip.

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Thanos and his army had turned to dust.

They pulled Carol’s limp body into a gurney, taking her across the halls of the medical wing of Wakandan Royal Palace. She had wielded all the six infinity stones and survived. She was currently passed out with a badly burnt hand, but she would pull through.

Stephen’s gaze drifted to the rest of the team spread across the ER, getting help for each other. Some were more wounded than the others, but they were all alive, and perhaps that was what mattered the most.

His eyes stopped on a certain genius in red & gold suit, currently hugging Peter while fussing his hair up messily, murmuring quiet words into his ears that didn’t reach Stephen. He wanted to go near them, check them over for injuries. He wanted to hug them, drop a kiss on Tony’s chapped lips, hand a granola bar to Peter, and murmur, ‘We won. Everything is okay now.’ But his legs stayed firmly planted where he stood, unable to move.

He had no right.

He was nothing to Tony, nor to Peter.

In their eyes, he was just a random wizard whom they had teamed up with for a day.

Worse; he was the wizard who had ostracized this future for them; the one where the entire universe grieved the dusted for five whole years, some people painstakingly moving on, some staying stuck in the past, some.. deciding to join their lost loved ones.

So he watched from afar as Peter cried tears of relief into Tony’s shoulder, the genius patting his kid’s back in reassurance.

A portal opened into the hall, catching Stephen’s attention. On the other side of it stood Christine alongside Wong who had opened the portal for her. Stephen’s heart skipped a beat when he saw his lover after so long—

Except, Christine didn’t look back at him. Hadn’t even looked his way, her eyes firmly locked on Tony since the moment the portal had opened.

Stephen had known this, had seen this in the Time Stone, had prepared himself for seeing it in reality.

It still felt like the most painful punch to his gut when Christine crossed the portal and ran across to Tony, wrapping her hands around the genius who quickly loosened his grip on Peter to make space for her.

Even with the distance between them, Stephen could see Christine’s eyes having turned glinty with unshed tears, placing a palm on his face as she took in his state, just absorbed the fact that he was still alive. It was the same expression of relief he had seen on her face towards her when they were..

Before the day Bruce had crashed through the Sanctum roof.

Now, he saw the same expression on her face, projected not towards him, but towards yet another person Stephen loved dearly.

He watched, as the two people he loved the most in the world shared a kiss.

The leftover remnants of his heart shattered.

He should be happy. The war at last had ended, Thanos was no more, the universe would be at peace. His two loves would be able to rest, would find happiness in each other. They would have a family together and they would be happy.

Stephen wanted them to be happy. He should be happy for them.

But it stung. God it stung so bad, it felt as though his heart was being actively ripped out of his chest.

Not many yards away from him stood the two people he loved more than his own soul, and they were in love with each other, one not even knowing him beyond a superhero acquaintance, one having moved on from him in the past 5 years.

It stung.

She moved on, he hazily thought. He had known it since viewing this future in the Time Stone, of course he had known it. The foreknowledge did nothing at all to quell his anguish. She moved on from me and made a life with Tony.

It stung.

She turned away for a second to retrieve medical equipments, and then turned back to Tony. It was then then Stephen noticed the small bump on her belly. She was pregnant. They will have a child. They will have a family.

A family which had no place for Stephen.

He was standing in this ER where people moved about, doctors helping people, the Avengers holding onto each other, some being a metaphorical supportive pillar to their companion, some very much physically supporting the other. Whatever the case may be, everyone had someone.

Everyone except Stephen, who watched on as Christine treated all of Tony’s wounds by herself.

Never in his life had he felt lonelier than he did right at this moment.

Stephen closed his eyes, turning his back on them. He reached for the sling ring on his belt, sliding it into his fingers, ignoring the way they were sore and aching, and summoned a portal back to his Sanctum with barely half a thought.

Someone called out his name, the voice vaguely sounding like Christine’s. Or maybe she hadn’t. Maybe someone else had called him. Maybe no one had called him and he had just hallucinated the voice in his head. Whatever the case may be, it didn’t matter, because he was already through the portal and it instantly snapped shut behind him.

I already knew this, he told himself as he dragged himself towards his bedroom, his body seemingly growing heavier with each step, his chest screaming in anguish, his vision going blurry with unshed tears. It was the only way. The only way they could all be alive and the universe could be saved.

His body felt too weak to continue lifting his own weight. After only two more steps, his knees buckled. The Cloak caught him before he could have fallen on his knees and gently eased him down the rest of the way to the ground.

An ugly sob tore through his throat. His body shook as he pulled his knees to his chest, pressing himself against the wall and wrapping his arms around his legs. He weeped silently.

My heart is a small price to pay.

[pinkthick]

I just need someone too

Pairing: (minor) Doctor Strange Supreme/Christine Palmer

Doctor Strange Supreme & Uatu| The Watcher

Summary: The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

In the eerie confines of his pocket dimension, Doctor Strange Supreme grappled with the wailing of voices echoing through his mind. The melded creatures and demons within him clamored relentlessly, their collective whispers taunting his sanity. The Watcher had abandoned him, leaving Stephen to drown in the increasing discord. Their anger and whispers grew louder, drowning out any semblance of peace and every attempt to silence the creatures proved futile, their demands becoming more insistent. "Let us control you," they hissed, weaving a web of doubt around Stephen's fractured mind. The struggle within him intensified, a battle between the remnants of his humanity and the monstrous forces vying for dominance.

Desperation crept into Stephen's heart as he yearned for anyone’s guidance. Why did everyone leave him? His composure shattered like glass. Tears streamed down his face as he paced feverishly, the distorted echoes of his cries reverberating in the desolate pocket dimension. The twisted amalgamation of creatures and demons within him whispered louder, feeding on his unraveling sanity.

"I helped them, didn't I?" Stephen's voice cracked, choked with anguish. He clutched at his head, feeling the weight of a thousand creatures clawing at the recesses of his consciousness. The realization of his own mistakes bore down on him, leaving him teetering on the edge of madness. "Why didn't the Watcher ask if I wanted to go to another universe too?” he screamed into the void, the pocket dimension trembling in response. He knows he could easily get out, to another universe—but that wasn’t the point. “ Maybe I just needed someone to care!”

The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

"Monsters don't deserve care from people.

Each step he took felt like an eternity, the monsters' voices becoming a deafening roar drowning out reason. The remnants of his past deeds haunted him – the arrogance, the mistakes, the thirst for power. He was trapped in a never-ending loop of self-condemnation. "Why did I let this happen?" Stephen wailed, his voice a desperate plea for reprieve. The monsters reveled in his vulnerability, exploiting every crack in his fractured psyche. "You're alone because you deserve to be," they hissed, their words like venomous tendrils wrapping around his sanity. The once mighty sorcerer collapsed to his knees, the weight of his perceived monstrosity too much to bear.

"I—deserve care too, don't I?" he begged, a pitiful plea lost in the void. Do you really? Tears streaked down his face as he wrestled with the realization that he might truly be beyond redemption.

The monsters just mocked him, amplifying his deepest fears. "You thought you could play god, but you're just a wretched creature. No one will ever care for a monster like you!"

That’s not true—he isn’t a monster. He isn’t.

He heard a scoff and his desperate gaze fixed on the reflective surface of the pocket dimension's wall. Two versions of himself stared back, one consumed by despair and tears, the other stoic and unyielding. The juxtaposition ignited a furious spark within him. "Why aren't you crying?" he seethed at the composed version of himself. The stoic reflection regarded him with a cold detachment that only fueled Stephen's rage. "We're the same person! How can you look at me with such disgust?"

His fists collided with the reflective surface, the impact echoing through the pocket dimension. The wall cracked slightly, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue "How dare you judge me?" Stephen screamed at his own reflection, the air crackling with a volatile energy. The distorted image sneered back, a grotesque mockery of the sorcerer's own visage.

The cracked wall oozed with an otherworldly substance, and Stephen's widening eyes fixated on the unsettling sight of blood seeping through the fractures. Horror painted his expression as he recoiled, stumbling backward. The monsters' whispers escalated, celebrating the tangible evidence of his inner torment. Panicking, Stephen scrutinized his trembling hands, only to discover claws extended from his fingertips. He stared, aghast, at the cruel amalgamation of man and monster.

Stephen's tortured world suddenly shifted as a sweet, haunting giggle echoed through the pocket dimension. His bloodshot eyes darted around, seeking the source, until he reluctantly turned back to the cracked wall, now stained with his blood. There, amidst the grotesque reflection, stood Christine with an ethereal smile. The sight sent shivers down his spine as her voice, laced with a mixture of warmth and mockery, reached his ears. "Evening, handsome," she cooed, the words dripping with an unsettling sweetness. A pang of guilt and longing gripped Stephen's heart. "Christine, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the weight of his sins pressing upon him.

Christine's ethereal smile remained, a soothing balm "What are you even apologizing for, silly?" Her voice, a melodic whisper, echoed in the pocket dimension. Her spectral form seemed to glow with a warmth that Stephen desperately craved. The sorcerer, torn between reality and illusion, let out a breathy chuckle. His hand reached towards the wall, attempting to bridge the gap between them. Yet, as his fingers touched the surface, a disconcerting absence greeted him. The ethereal connection remained one-sided, his touch met with a vacant emptiness. “I... I don't know. Everything, I suppose," he admitted.

Christine's hand pressed against the wall too, a gesture that made Stephen’s heart jump. "I've missed you," she murmured, her gaze lingering on his haunted eyes. "I’ve missed you too" Stephen confessed, his gaze locked with Christine's phantom eyes. Her form flickered, a wistful sadness in her eyes. "I know, Stephen. But you have to let go. You can't keep punishing yourself," she implored, her words carrying a weight of wisdom from beyond.

"I just wanted for us... to be happy. Why weren't we allowed to be happy?" Stephen's voice wavered, carrying the ache of a love lost and a future denied. Christine's gaze softened, mirroring the ache in Stephen's heart. "I don't know," she whispered.

Stephen's hand, still pressed against the cold, cracked wall, yearned for a connection that transcended the boundaries of the spectral and the tangible. He spoke again, a plea tinged with desperation "I tried to fix everything, to save you, to save us.”Christine offered a sympathetic smile, her hand on the cold wall mirroring his desperate touch. "You can't control everything, Stephen."

"No—I can't," Stephen uttered, his admission heavy as Christine's eyes welled with tears and Stephen instinctively reached out to wipe it away. Yet, his hand didn’t passed through the ephemeral droplet, a painful reminder of the intangible nature of their connection. "You can't," Christine echoed, her voice carrying both acceptance and sorrow.

Unable to hold back his own emotions, Stephen closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cracked wall. The cold surface offered no comfort, only the stark reality of his fractured existence. Christine mirrored his gesture, sharing in the silent communion of grief and longing. "I just wish we could have at least had more time together," Stephen murmured, his voice a fragile whisper that resonated through the pocket dimension.

They stayed in silence for awhile until Stephen opened his eyes and called out for her. "Christine?" the echoes of his own voice bouncing off the walls of the pocket dimension. His eyes searched desperately for the spectral form that had briefly offered solace and understanding.

But she wasn't there anymore.

The pocket dimension seemed to close in on him, the air growing heavier as Stephen's breaths quickened. The absence of Christine left an emptiness that the monsters wasted no time exploiting. Their whispers, once momentarily hushed, returned with a vengeance, taunting him with the fragility of his connection to any semblance of peace.

Panic gripped his heart. "Christine! Please, don't leave me alone with them," he pleaded, desperation lacing his words.

As Stephen slid down against the unforgiving wall, the monsters' mocking whispers intensified, wrapping around him like a suffocating cloak. "Why are you so afraid?" they taunted, their voices a venomous chorus that echoed through the pocket dimension. "We are one and the same, Stephen. That's because of you." Clawed hands pressed against his temples as Stephen struggled to drown out their voices again. "You thought you could control us, mold us into something you could use. But look where it got you," they sneered, the shadows deepening around him.

Barely holding onto the fragments of his sanity, Stephen's voice trembled as he begged the monsters for respite. "Please—please stop," he pleaded, his words a desperate plea echoing through the distorted corridors of his mind. The monsters, however, reveled in his vulnerability, their whispers escalating into a malicious symphony. "Stop? Why should we stop, Stephen?" they taunted, their voices intertwining with a sadistic glee. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Power beyond imagination. Accept it."

Stephen's hands shook as he pressed them against his ears, attempting to shut out the relentless onslaught of voices. "Make it stop!" he cried out, his voice raw with desperation. The monsters' laughter echoed through the twisted corridors of Stephen's mind, a malevolent crescendo that reverberated in the suffocating silence. "Our powers weren't meant for humans, Strange," they jeered, each syllable laced with a cruel certainty.

Stephen, weary and battered, felt the weight of his isolation crushing him. Nobody cared about him anymore. The people that did care—were gone now. Because of him.

"Come on, let us have control," they coaxed, their words a venomous lullaby tempting him to surrender. Overwhelmed and drained, Stephen succumbed to the monsters' insidious whispers. His resistance crumbled, and with a surrendering sigh, he let them seize complete control. As the monsters took hold, his human form shattered like fragile glass. Claws extended, horns twisted, wings unfurled, and fangs emerged – Stephen's essence transformed into a grotesque fusion of demons and creatures. The pocket dimension trembled as the once-mighty sorcerer relinquished the remnants of his humanity.

A demonic entity now stood in place of Stephen, a manifestation of the twisted power he had sought to command. The monsters, now in control, reveled in their newfound freedom. "Let's have fun," they hissed in unison, their collective voice a perverse harmony echoing through the distorted realm. The demon that was once Doctor Strange Supreme lurched forward, a malevolent force eager to unleash chaos upon the multiverse. The monsters' laughter echoed with a sadistic pleasure as they revelled in their newfound dominion, leaving behind the shattered fragments of the man who had once dared to tamper with powers beyond his grasp.

Notes: Not sure if I should make a part too for this since I think I left it on a decent ending? 😭 I love love love Supreme’s story, it’s so tragic and again, I think they could have had done more with his story. (Also, please be nice, English isn’t my mother tongue)

[im-akira]

- MY MASTERLIST DOCTOR STRANGE -

Here is my masterlist, which will allow you to more easily access my stories. Enjoy reading ! 💙

- PS : Hope Strange does not come from any comics ect.. , just from my imagination. I always wished that Stephen and Christine and a child together. I named it that way because for me it is a name that corresponds and represents a lot to their couple, hope.

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Doctor Strange

The stories sometimes focus on Stephen, Christine and Hope. Sometimes just Stephen and Christine.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑠 - I »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑠 - II »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑜 𝐼 𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 ? »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑦 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐻𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐻𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑓𝑒 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 »

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 ? »

[jasmarie2600]

Palmerstrange Fanfic Idea: After Stephen tells Christine that he grew up in Nebraska on a farm and hence, had to work and help on the farm too. Christine: “So you’re kinda like, a cowboy then?” *biting her lip*

Stephen: “Yeah, kinda”

Christine: “like, a VERY hot cowboy” *still biting lip*

Stephen: *noticing the lip bite* “I can be your hot cowboy…”

Thus, the cowboy role play fantasy begins

*sorry if this is weird as heck, it just popped into my head and I had to post it, I know it sounds ridiculous 😆😆*

[maybefanfiction]

Merry Christmas!!

Well, this is my headcanon, I may write about it someday: 838-Christine and his Stephen got married before Thanos arrived (they figure their relationship out just fine after the events from Dr. Strange). Once the Illuminati find out about this incoming danger, Stephen starts his research and finds the Darkhold. He thinks a lot about the consecuencies and decides to let Christine out of everything by erasing her memories (and everyone else's) from the wedding and all that came after that. The only two people out of that spell were Stephen, of course, and Wong. And why Wong? Because he was always the keeper of secrets and mysteries (and because, secretly, Stephen never trusted 838-Mordo that much either). When Thanos is defeated and Stephen is dead, Christine starts working at the Baxter Foundation and the Illuminati tell her what really happened with Stephen. Then Wong tells her about the spell as well. She goes mad, of course, because Stephen made a desicion for the two of them without even consider her thoughts (once again, being the one who holds the knife in the relationship). She resents him, she's hurt by his actions and he's dead, that changes her life completly. And when 616-Stephen arrives, she doesn't wanna get hurted again. But then this Stephen tell her 'I love you in every universe', and she can finally understand what really happened and let go of that last image of Stephen she had. Because yeah, everything he does it's fucked up, but he does it out of love and fear of losing the people he loves. She can never get her Stephen back to try and help him, but she can tell this Stephen to face his fears, and finally close that chapter of her life.

[lykaonimagines]

Are You Going To Fix That? - Stephen Strange

Hopefully I’ve done this request justice! Have not written a daughter reader or PalmerStrange before so I hope you like it! 

Paring: Stephen Strange x Christine (romantic);  Stephen Strange & Alternate Universe Daughter!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1,920

Description: Stephen and Christine get sucked into one of America’s portals while she’s training, and run into a surprising new face.

Request: "Can I request a reader that is Dr strange and Christine's future daughter? And they met her accidentally?”

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Some swearing. 

Masterlist

He really was going to need to up America’s training schedule, Stephen thinks as he climbs to his feet and helps Christine up beside him as they look around the new universe they had landed in.

He wasn’t particularly worried, she’d grown good at locating him, but she was still trying to get the hang of not letting her portals suck in those standing beside them.

“Are you alright?” He asks Christine as he looks her over for any injuries, cringing as her eyes widen and she runs to vomit in a nearby trash can. “Should have warned you about that.”

Pushing herself away from the can, she glares at him with no heat, “Would have been nice if you mentioned it. What exactly was all of that?”

“America lost control of her portal, sucked us in and we flew through several other universes before crash landing here,” he shrugs and offers his arm to her. “She’ll figure out where we are and have us back soon.”

“Is this common being a single father of a super powered teen?” She teases as she accepts his arm and they head down the street.

“More common than I’d like to admit,” he grumbles and runs his free hand through his hair. “She’s getting much better, it just takes time. I didn’t mean for you to get wrapped up in this though.”

“Stephen it’s fine, as long as we get back in one piece,” she pauses and glances around at the more high-tech looking New York City around them. “Where are we going?”

“The Sanctum. There’s like an eight out of ten chance other me will help us or at least let us stay there until our ride is here.”

“And the other two chances?”

“He tries to kill or imprison me.”

“A two out of ten chance of being murdered is still terrible odds Doctor Strange.”

“Two of ten that they’ll try,” he comments with a wink toward her. “I’ve survived every attempt so far.”

She rolls her eyes but holds onto his arm tighter, a smile spreading across Stephen’s face at the contact.

The two of them had been working on reconnecting, and it had been going maddeningly slow for him. But he appreciated even being given that chance again.

The fact she was willing to entertain the idea of maybe someday giving them a proper try, was enough to keep him going forward. Hence why she’d been in the Sanctum at all.

She’d met America a few times, but he was trying to help build some kind of relationship between the two, in hopes maybe one day Christine would want to join them at the Sanctum. He’d been trying to be more open about everything he does, and about what’s going on his head and world.

Reaching the gate he pulls it open and ushers her through it, “Be on guard, just in case-”

Before he can finish his statement a portal opens before him and a flash of Y/H/C hair darts toward him, throwing arms around his waist, “Dad!”

Stephen shares a look of confusion with Christine at the interaction, his arms staying at his sides as the teenager attached to him chatters on.

“I, uh kid I think you’ve got the wrong person,” he says as he coughs awkwardly, and the girl looks up at him, chin as his chest.

She narrows her eyes after a minute, “Why do you look so young? You’re definitely dad, what kind of spell is this?”

Her eyes glance over to Christine for a moment, “You too, what kind of spell are you doing? And I thought you had to work late tonight Mom?”

“Who are you?” Stephen asks as he tries to remove himself from her hug. “And who do you think we are?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a step back, “I’m Y/N Strange. You are Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, and my father. And she’s Christine Strange, neurosurgeon, and my mother. Like you don’t know that.”

His eyes widen at the declaration and he looks to Christine who looks equally as mystified, “We’re married and have children here?”

Looking between the two, a look of understanding washes over Y/N’s face, “You’re from another universe aren’t you? That’s why you don’t know me. Well that’s depressing, I don’t exist? Are you two married at least?”

“We are from another universe, and no we aren’t married,” Christine answers her. “We used to date.”

“Used to?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, turning to give Stephen a scathing look. “Are you going to fix that?”

Stephen’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to come up with a reply to the smirk spreading across the girl’s face. “I- well I’m trying,” he finally grumbles out, his cheeks flushing pink.

“Is he?” She asks, her gaze going back to Christine. “Or is he doing the whole ‘I can’t be loved I have to protect you blah blah blah’ shit he did to my mom?”

Christine laughs, smiling and shaking her head, “There is no doubt who your father is. In the slightest. But yes, Stephen is trying.”

“Not the first time I’ve been told that,” she says with a proud smile. “Now are you guys coming in or what? Dad should be back soon if you need him.”

Y/N heads back toward the door with the two following her, stepping into a slightly different version of the New York Sanctum. “But I’m the second master of the Sanctum,” she announces proudly.

“Bullshit,” Stephen grins. “No way yet kid.”

“He’s known you five minutes and already knows you’re full of shit Y/N,” a familiar voice responds, an older version of Strange comes down the stairs and stops next to his daughter. “What have I told you about playing Sanctum defender?”

“To not to,” she rolls her eyes but leans in to hug her father. “But I will be one day.”

“You still need to decide what you even want to do,” he responds, putting an arm over her shoulder.

“I already said I’d do both, it’s decided dad.”

“Can you believe this kid?” Older Strange asks as he looks between Stephen and Christine. “She thinks she can be a neurosurgeon and a master of the Sanctum at the same time. Won’t listen to me that they’re both draining and take all your available time on their own.”

“Well I’m better than you and I’m gonna prove it,” Y/N smiles up sweetly at him as he rolls his eyes. “I’ll do both and be better at both. Because I’m going to be the best at both.”

“I now agree that she’s absolutely my child,” Stephen states as he shakes his head. “I mean ours. Yours. She’s Stephen Strange’s child.”

“That she is,” Strange responds and steps forward offering his hand to Stephen. “Multiversal mishap?”

Stephen shakes his hand, “Yeah, my somewhat adopted daughter makes multiverse portals, she had a slight mistake during training. Sucked us in, she’ll be here to get us relatively soon I’m sure.”

“Adopted daughter?” Y/N asks tilting her head. “So in your universe I’ll have a sister? What’s her name?”

“America. Her name is America,” he responds quickly, ignoring her first question as he glances over at Christine who gives him a soft smile.

“Oh I know that look,” Strange chuckles and looks toward Christine. “I’m not sure what he’s done or what he’s said, but the man genuinely loves you. We’re just all terrible at saying it. Don’t be too hard on him.”

“Hmm, he has a few things to make up for still, but I’ll keep that in mind,” she laughs and stands a little closer to her Stephen. “Where’s your Christine?”

“At work, medical director at Metro-General,” he says with a smile. “She worked very hard for it and has done an amazing job.”

“Is that where you two met?”

“It is, and I was a jackass like I’m guessing he was,” he nods toward Stephen.

“You think you’re nice now?” Y/N interrupts with a grin.

“Oh yeah compared to then. I was exactly like you,” he reaches over to mess up her hair as she protests. “Sometimes the apple doesn’t fall far enough from the tree.”

Y/N crosses her arms and huffs, “I have mom in me too. It’s impossible for me to be worse than you.”

“You’re right, my precious little girl is just the sweetest cutest little thing,” he says, raising the pitch of his voice to embarrass her and leaning over to press kisses all over her head as she struggles to get away from his grip.

“Save me!” Y/N shouts reaching out toward Stephen who wistfully shakes his head and watches them with a fondness as he feels a hand take his own.

Glancing down he sees Christine’s hand holding his, he gives it a comforting squeeze and looks up to her eyes with the same fondness.

As the father and daughter continue to bicker, a star-shaped portal rips apart the air, and America leans through it sheepishly, “Sorry…”

“It’s alright kid,” Stephen chuckles and smiles at her. “No harm done.”

“So you’re my sister from another universe?” Y/N asks walking closer to the portal and gesturing toward it. “Absolutely wicked by the way.”

“Thanks!” America perks up at the compliment. “You’re Stephen’s kid here?”

“Yep, and you’re his adopted kid there?”

“I guess I am,” she answers looking over at Stephen who sends her a wink.

“Well if you ever end up back here in our universe, look me up yeah?” Y/N says holding out her fist. “I’ve accepted you as my sister, we can hang out.”

America quickly fist bumps her, “I definitely will! We definitely need to hang out.”

“And cause chaos?” both Stephen’s say at the same time, shaking their heads at one another.

“No chaos, just bonding,” Y/N smirks before walking over to throws her arms around Stephen and Christine. “It was nice meeting young Mom and Dad, you two work all that stuff out alright? I wish to be born.”

“We’ll see how it goes,” Christine laughs and hugs her back. “You make a compelling argument.”

Giving a nod to his other self and daughter, Stephen heads toward the portal with Christine’s hand still in his own.

As the portal closes behind them and they stand in his Sanctum once again, Stephen turns toward her and tentatively takes her other hand, “Not exactly what I promised we’d be doing today… but was it a fun adventure?”

“The best actually,” she smirks and takes a step closer. “A nice glimpse of what the future could be.”

“A future you’d like?” he asks hopefully.

“A future I think I’d love,” she responds and places a hand on his chest. “Also a sneak peak of what you’ll look like in fifteen years was nice. Still handsome as ever.”

“Let me take you out to dinner, as a proper date?”

“I think I could do that,” her hand grips the fabric of his tunic and gently pulls his face closer to her own.

Leaning in closer to her, she gives him a slight nod and his lips press to hers.

“Gross,” America states walking past them, causing the two to break apart as they realize she’d still been standing there.

“I should head back and get ready. Pick me up at seven?” she asks, glancing down at her watch.

“I’ll be there.”

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NEW PALMERSTRANGE!

Bad Desire

Part one: Tongue For A Taste

Set post Christine and Charlie’s wedding, Stephen’s feelings are still all over the place when they end up being invited to the same event. But is Christine having the same trouble trying to fool everyone else, too?

Snippet:

“Well, I don't need to ask your name, do I?!” The man at the door asked, looking at the guest list.

“That would depend on who you think I am.” Stephen raised his eyebrows, smiling.

Smiling until his eye caught a glimpse of Christine from behind through the doors into the main event room. His gaze trailed down from her uniquely coloured hair to the blue dress which fit perfectly over her hips just like the way his hands used to, and he cursed his ability for still being able to notice her in a crowd regardless of it’s size.

“I think you are Stephen Strange, if I am not mistaken?” The man then quickly corrected himself before Stephen even had a chance to speak, “Sorry, Doctor Stephen Strange.”

“Correct, I am.” Stephen nodded with a half convincing smile as his eyes drifted to Christine again as he spoke to himself in his head, ‘because I'm certainly not the man who is still helplessly in love with her.’

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currently writing up a collection of palmerstrange oneshots and I’m looking for some more suggestions/prompts. if anyone has any, feel free to comment or pm me! don’t want to let my writing mood go to waste. will probably take up to 10? maybe 🤔

(and they’re all relatively semi-short but not too short either. also, I could do full-blown stories with some of them if I have enough inspiration/motivation lol)

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[im-akira]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 - « 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 »

Stephen Strange / Christine Palmer / Hope Strange

Summary : Tony, Steve and Natasha came to the Sanctuary to try and change Stephen’s mind about the plan to defeat Thanos. But the man was adamant about his choice, his family before everything else. Warnings : Fluff, hugs, anger...

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I hope you enjoy this modified version of the original scene, I really enjoy writing and imagining it. 💙

It was noon, a quiet afternoon for the Strange family. Christine had been entitled to a few days off since the events that occurred on earth because of Thanos. She had been allowed to spend a few days off with her family and that was more than enough. On Stephen's side, it was a bit the same but different from Christine's situation. He had imposed it on himself, strange, no ?

Since the defeat against Thanos, there have been many losses, there were Avengers who still had the courage and the hope to fight are looking for a solution to turn back time. Unfortunately for them, the Sorcerer Supreme on rare occasions wasn't motivated by this idea. During the battle, he saw many comrades disappear in front of him. So he promised himself that when he was back on earth, he would return as soon as possible to his family, Stephen did not want to make any more mistakes.

It is as if in a few seconds, he had seen his life pass by.

Stephen was spared by Thanos and like Tony now, he had a family he had to protect. The wizard we know rarely makes those kinds of choices, but ever since Hope was born and married to Christine. His life had changed a lot and he was no longer the same because he had several positions to manage. Husband, father and protector of the earth.

The wizard quietly descended the steps of the sanctuary with his hands in his pockets. It was so quiet, normally the place is a lot busier but since the events of the fight against Thanos it was a different atmosphere. He would look into his special room, a room where Hope had many toys and drawing tools available. He swept his eyes across the room in front of him, in fact he had been looking for Hope for a while now because it was lunchtime. The young Strange liked to hide through this great sanctuary, many places are offered to her to be able to hide there and perhaps manage to surprise her father, she could only very rarely. Amazingly, Stephen couldn't find Cloak either, the cloak was also missing.

- « Hope! We eat ! » Stephen raised his voice around the room to see if anyone answered, but nothing, no one. Silence was his only response.

- « Hope Strange, for the second time, would you like dinner ? » Stephen keeps calling her, but this time the question was asked in a much softer tone. With his hands in his pockets, he continues to walk around the room. He had absolutely no idea what was going to happen in a few minutes.

- Hope comes out of her hiding place, behind a piece of furniture at the back of the room, this one was near the entrance that Stephen was going to take. With Cloak on her shoulders, she quickly jumps up and stands in front of her father. She had managed to obtain the mystical ring from her father, thanks to the help of Cloak. Awkwardly placing her hands in front of her, Hope blurted out a few words, « Define "lunch" where you'll be sent to another universe. »

Stephen jumps up slightly, his hands leaving his trouser pockets. Then raising them to show Hope he was surrendering was pretty quick. Stephen smiled slightly at the situation he found himself in. Whenever he was allowed to, he could thank the world a thousand times over for bringing Hope to his side.

- « Okay, I surrender. » Stephen kneels down next to Hope and points to the ring on her hand. « But first of all, you shouldn't wear this, it's a pretty important and dangerous mystical item. » He then grabs her little hands and comes to remove the ring, Hope lets herself be done with a smile on her lip. « That's it, it's better this way. » He replaces his ring on his belt.

- « One day, I will also have my own ring ! » Hope jumps slightly in excitement, she had a lot of energy to expend.

- « Maybe one day, darling. If not, tell me, how did you get my ring, I'm not fooled, someone helped you get it ? » Stephen had already noticed the absence of her ring long before Hope's arrival, he suspected Cloak had something to do with it.

- Before Hope says anything, Cloak lifts her shoulders and stands in front of her. He didn't have the ability to speak, but that just says he was guilty. « Please dad, don't blame him, it was just an idea to have fun together. » Hope portrays a lot of significance to Cloak, it was just a cape and yet the two carry a lot of connections.

- Stephen remained in his position and smiled at the two. He couldn't be angry. There was no harm in this little scene and so he didn't mind having some sort of break after the events he had been through. He only wanted one thing right now and that was to enjoy the moment with his family. « I am not angry, on the contrary, I am happy. Thank you both for preparing this little surprise for me. »

- Cloak makes several gestures to make it clear that he accepts Stephen's words and is confident that he wasn't mad at him. He had nevertheless directed his daughter in this situation, his role and to keep her on the straight and narrow. The latter then rests on Strange's shoulders, Stephen smiles upon his return. « Welcome back to my shoulders, my friend. »

- When Cloak joins his father, Hope simply reaches out to his him. Stephen understood and he came to pick her up in his arms and lift her up. « Dinner is ready, do you want to eat ? Your mom makes one of your favorite meals. » He will come and put a few locks of his hair behind his ear, allowing him to observe his daughter's beautiful face and blue eyes.

- « Yes ! » Hope nodded several times after giving her answer. Her little hands were on Stephen's shirt so she could keep her balance. Stephen had obviously placed his hand against her back. Even though she was older now, she was still his little baby, he didn't want anything to happen to her.

Stephen goes to the kitchen with Hope in his arms. Both shared small smiles, they didn't need to talk to have a warm moment between father and daughter. Once in the center of the sanctuary, the doors will open, behind this gesture are Tony, Steve and Natasha. Stephen looks at them with a rather frustrated and worried look. Hope remained turned towards her father, strangely she didn't want to see who was behind her.

- « Settle in the living room, I'll be there in a few minutes. » Stephen resumes his walk with his daughter and heaves a sigh. Some being more determined than others, do not seem to want to let go.

The team only responds with a simple nod and walks into the room indicated by Stephen.

Hope could see her father's facial expression, the people who had just walked into their house weren't going to make the rest of the day easy. She was still young, but she understood some priorities, and it certainly has to do with recent events.

- Stephen silently puts Hope in the kitchen. « Stephen !, Hope ! Do you want ?…» Christine stopped in her words, she saw through this great silence that something had just happened at home. Her husband’s face also made her understand that the questions had to be postponed. Hope will meet her mother near the kitchen table, Christine comes to rub the top of her head gently. Both observed in the greatest silence Stephen, he did not want this discussion with his friends and yet it was his duty.

A few minutes later...

Stephen had brought several glasses on a tray, using his magic he will come to fill them and make them available to the team. He placed his large hands against his chest, his gaze focused on the team in front of him. The atmosphere was heavy and heavy. As he settles on one of the sofas in the living room, Tony will come up to speak first.

- « Listen Strange, we all know your answer to what we are about to say, but we have made great strides that will allow us to achieve our goals today. This is going to sound crazy to you but- »

- Steve comes in his turn to speak and follow the discussion, « After all that you have seen, what we have experienced, why would it be impossible to succeed ? »

Stephen was particularly silent against his team. Tony took the time to explain in detail that he had to make her understand things. He had a chance to bring everyone back, they had found a concrete and real objective. And yet, this did not make the sorcerer react more than that.

- « So you are telling me that you want to put our lives in danger because a friend of yours, Scott, is that right ? You managed to... how do you say ? » The magician was playing with his ego and his arrogance, but playing with lives again was out of the question.

- « A time heist. » Tony responds quickly but in a dry tone. He always had trouble communicating with the wizard. Even though their relationship had evolved since he was a father and husband, there was still that role to play, the great Doctor Strange. He had an ego and arrogance as big as him, so winning would be a never-ending battle between the two men.

- Stephen comes out of his couch to get up and get closer to the team. In a very calm tone, he says, « Why didn't we think of this before ? Let me think about it… because it’s ridiculous. It’s just a pipe dream. »

- Steve grew impatient with Stephen's behavior. He knew he was doing it because he was protecting his family, but Stephen wasn't the only one on this earth who had someone to protect at all costs. « The stones are in the past. We can go get them back with this plan. »

- Natasha comes out of her silence to add a few words, « Then we can snap our fingers and bring everyone home. »

- « Or do you mean make it worse ? » Stephen's hands in front of him, against his chest, and he continues to remain calm and serious in front of his team.

- « I would be surprised. You can't do worse than what he did. » Steve doesn't take his eyes off Stephen. He intended to fight for him to listen to reason.

- « I have to say I sometimes envy that certainty, but high hopes don't help if there isn't a logical, tangible, and certain way to this time heist. » As he finishes that sentence, Stephen returns to his couch. « The most likely outcome will be our final demise, that's for sure. »

- « Not if we follow the rules of time travel. In other words, no discussion with ourselves, no sports betting... » Tony comes to sit on one of the sofas near Stephen's. He, too, was determined to make it clear that he had to come with them and get things done.

- « Excuse me, Stark, but I'll stop you right now. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future ? »

- « No. »

- « Well, I was afraid, that would be ridiculous. »

- « Strange. » Natasha interrupted the two men in their discussions. « We have to intervene. »

- « We did it, and here we are. » Stephen was so angry he felt bad. He felt so helpless to have left his many past lives before his eyes. He sometimes wondered if he really deserved his title of Sorcerer Supreme.

Steve continues to observe the wizard without saying a word, Natasha on the side, almost tears in her eyes, looks away.

- « Strange, I know that you are at great risk. You have a wife, a daughter, like me, you have a family. But there are many people who have lost loved ones because of Thanos. » Tony takes a deep breath before continuing. « And now we have a chance to bring everyone back and you dare to tell me that you don’t even want… » - « Indeed, I don't even want to try. I can't. » His words left the team speechless against him. But Stephen was very serious in his words. On the side of Hope and Christine… - « Mom, will dad be okay with the other adults ? » Hope helped her mother prepare the meal.

- « Your dad is a hero, and he's a big boy too. However, maybe you can do something to help him. » Christine prepared cutlery and plates for the kitchen table.

- Hope will stop on what she was doing and get closer to her mother. « That is to say ? » - Christine puts the last cutlery she had in her hands and turns to her daughter to smile at her. « Go save your father, sweetheart. »

- « Count on me ! » Hope will give her mother a big smile and run away to join her father in the living room.

Christine lets out a chuckle when she sees her daughter running off. She cared a lot about her father, it was even indescribable. And seeing her rush to his aid without thinking was just as adorable. Christine was really happy to have given birth to a little angel like her and to be able to bring happiness to Stephen and to her.

- A sound of footsteps against the ground is heard throughout the sanctuary, it was Hope running towards the living room where the adults were. Without thinking and without looking at Tony, Steve or Natasha. Hope goes to her father to land in his arms. « Mom told me to come save you. » - « Nice work, honey, I'm saved now. » Stephen gently grabs Hope in his arms and hugs her. He kissed her cheek quickly, but gently, thanking her for coming. « I wish you had come to ask me something else. Anything. » He starts to get up from his couch with Hope still in his arms, the girl had her arms around his neck to hold herself properly. « Good to see you, but… »

- « Stephen. » This time, Tony knew better what to call it. « I fully understand your reasons and I'm really happy for you. The gaze quickly turned to Hope. « But we have a second chance. »

- « My second chance is here, Tony. I can't risk losing her. » After a few seconds of silence, Stephen then adds to his words, « If you don’t talk about work, you can stay for dinner. »

Stephen leaves his team at the center of the sanctuary to return to his concerns this morning, that is to say enjoy the time with his family. Hope lifts her head to face her, the little one with a question that had been on her mind for some time. She had not understood much about their discussion, but it concerns the fact that her father should be absent.

- « Dad ? »

- « Mmh ? »

- « Are you going to stay with me and mom ? »

- « Yes, sweetie. I promise you. I will always be there with you and protect you always and forever. »

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Palmerstrange Fanfic Idea:

Stephen (for some reason) goes back in time to when he was pre-accident Stephen and is still with Christine, cause idk maybe he has to fix something???

So he needs to shave to look like his old self again, which is weird for himself cause he hasn’t seen himself clean shaven in many years now, the only difference is that he’s now nicer/caring Stephen and not stuck-up Stephen anymore. He remembers that him and Christine had a date that exact day, so he becomes very nervous but also kinda excited. He gets ready for his date and then Christine comes, she immediately notices he’s acting different and pays it no mind, she just thinks it’s a rare day for him. Stephen is enjoying just talking, hanging out and being able to be touchy feely/ kissy with Christine again. Christine is really liking how nice and sweet Stephen is being and wants to reward him for being so good.

You can probably guess what Stephen’s special reward is for being sooo good, but it makes him very nervous cause he hasn’t experienced this with Christine for years, but he also can’t wait cause he’s wanted this for so long, even if it’s a different Christine from another time, he still wants to do right by her and so he’s very sweet/caring/loving with her, which again, kinda throws Christine off cause he’s being not his usual self in bed, he’s being too sweet and gentle and not his usual rough and fast and making her do all the work, it’s a nice change of pace. Stephen is just so so happy to have her in his arms again and also seeing her undress in front of him again and her beautiful body. He’s just happy to be tangled in her arms again in the morning, but he’s gonna hate when he has to eventually go.

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Lines From Stephen x Clea Fanfics I May Never Write (Out of Context) Post 93:

Christine: Do you love her?

(Stephen remains silent. Even now, as precious memories of Clea flash before him, he refuses to admit what he (already) knows in his heart to be true.)

Stephen: Maybe?...I like her a lot. (He smiles as his thoughts turn to her.) She’s sweet, and affectionate. She’s incredibly powerful and extremely agile and intelligent. She’s...honest and loyal. She’s the kind of person you want on your side. She’s also very beautiful. Not just looks, but as a person...She’s wonderful.

(Christine bites her lip, trying not to laugh at her friend’s lack of subtlety.)

Christine: Yup! You’re definitely in love, alright.

[webtrinsic1122]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange Characters: Christine Palmer, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Unhealthy Relationships, Kissing, Manipulative Relationship, Dark Stephen Strange, Character Death, Not Canon Compliant, Drabble, Ficlet, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Melancholy, Possessive Behavior, Lies, Corruption, Fear Summary:

Sinister Strange finally gets what he wants.

[sharonccrter]

838 Christine tells Stephen that if he loves his universe's version of her, he should tell her how he feels. Little does Stephen know that his universe's Christine's life is about to take a sinister turn that'll change the course of events forever.

[marvel-snape-writes]

I just think the image of surgeon era Stephen and Christine fooling around in his office in the early days is hot… so then this random bit of writing was born 😶

I Hope It’s a Kiss

Stephen Strange’s head was still engrossed in the patient files on his computer screen when his office door opened, immediately knowing who it was from the footsteps that earned him a Cheshire Cat grin.

“I’ve got something for you.” Christine spoke from the door way.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen raised a brow, the smile still on his face as he made a couple more clicks on the mouse of his computer, “I hope it’s a kiss.”

“It might involve something like that.” Christine giggled, walking closer to him.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Stephen finally lifted his head in her direction, pushing his chair out from under the desk and patting one of his thighs.

“Oh, typical,” She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and accepting his offer of sitting on one of his thighs, “Always making me come to you.”

“Darlin’, making you cum is one of my favourite things to do.” Stephen flashed her a sweet grin, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her balance.

“Regardless of where we are, it would seem, judging from how we spent Friday night…” Christine mumbled, feeling her cheeks growing slightly pink.

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Stephen nodded, “Even if you wake up alone in your bed the next morning, you can always tell judging from where on the scale from one to ten we need to get you referred to Dr Barnes the chiropractor whether you spent the night before with me…” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the deep shade of red that her cheeks now were as he gazed up at her, “Now, what have you got for me, hm?”

“The mutual patient of ours that has recently been put on the fast track list for his surgery, I have his scan results.” She held them up, smiling softly.

“You could have easily asked one of the office staff to have them scanned onto his records instead of delivering them to me in person.” Stephen shrugged, glancing down at them.

“Oh, so that is the ‘thanks’ I get?” She rolled her eyes, placing the file down on the desk.

“Well, what kind of ‘thanks’ were you looking for, Doctor Palmer?” Stephen arched a brow, trying not to smirk as one of his hands found itself on her thigh.

“Something a little more worth my time.” Christine dared herself to say.

“I’ll show you something a little more worth your time over this goddamn desk if you keep that attitude.” Stephen’s voice lowered.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Christine arched a brow, biting her lip as their eyes met.

“Whatever will get me off the fastest.” Stephen shrugged, trying not to let on how much Christine acting like this turned him on.

“I don’t think you’d have the stamina for us to give it a go twice…” She shrugged, tracing her index finger along his jawline, glancing down at his lips, “So, it wouldn’t be a very fair answer.”

“Again, I don’t recall me asking you to show up at my office and give me attitude.” Stephen squinted his eyes, “But I would forgive it for that kiss.”

Christine placed her hand against his cheek and pressed their lips together, her eyes briefly closing for a few moments.

“That will be all, Miss Palmer.” Stephen spoke as they both pulled back in unison.

“Oh, will it?” Christine arched a brow, remaining against his thigh, “Because from what I remember it was me who came to you, how do you know if I'm finished?”

“You always cum for me, sweetheart.” Stephen shrugged, “But so does everyone else…”

“Everyone else?” Christine placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, they’re only human.” Stephen flashed her that irritatingly arrogant side smirk.

“So, when you call me…” One of Christine’s hands trailed down the top half of his scrubs, “And you're playing with yourself…” Her hand made its way to the crotch of his scrubs as it dipped between them, Stephen automatically parting his legs a little more automatically for an undenied invitation, “And you tell me I’m the only one who can get you off…” Her fingers gently enveloped around his cock from over his scrubs, massaging her palm against it gently as her lips grazed his ear.

“Mm…” Stephen allowed a soft noise to pass through his lips before trying to gather himself together enough to speak, “Sweetheart, I just know that by the click of a finger you’d be on your knees for me.” He bit his lip as he paused for a moment, “What does it matter if I lie to you?”

“Did I just come in here for you to offload the truth to me, Strange?” Christine arched a brow, keeping her hand flat against his length that was now making itself slightly more known against one of his thighs.

“Oh, I’d offload something onto you, given half the chance…” Stephen spoke in a low tone, gazing up at her as he stole a kiss from her lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Christine licked her lips slowly once he pulled back, now working her fingertips back and forth along the entirety of his hardening cock and earning a soft moan from him in return, “And what might that be?”

“Would you like me to show you?” Stephen asked before his mouth fell open once more as he let out a small grunt from the delicate way she was handling him from over his scrubs, “I’m not sure you could handle it right here. I’m not so sure the desk could, either, come to think of it…”

“Maybe it’s a flaw in me, Doctor Strange,” Christine bit her lip, pressing her thumb directly over the increasingly dampening tip of his cock from over the material and glancing down at the darker patch upon his scrubs from where his precum has leaked through his boxers and into them, smirking when she heard the hiss he made through clenched teeth, “But, honestly… I’d let you do your worst.”

“Mm, fuck it…” Stephen growled, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off his lap and onto his desk at the side of his computer, immediately grasping at her scrubs as their lips smacked together.

“If you’re such a good Doctor, how about you run me some tests about how I always have this unsatisfied craving of wanting you to do me no good, Stephen Strange…” Christine grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers immediately darted into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Shut the fuck up and I’ll show you the very meaning of being satisfied.” Stephen practically panted out his words from how turned on he was, even losing his breath at how keen Christine was in helping him practically tear her scrubs bottoms off and barely even waiting a moment before doing the same with her underwear.

“Mm, you really mean right here?” Christine grinned, glancing down between between them as Stephen fumbled with the waistband of his scrubs before grasping onto her thighs firmly and pulling her closer to him on the edge of the desk.

“Does that fit into your schedule this afternoon, Doctor Palmer?” He asked against her lips, one hand against her thigh and the other loosely jerking up and down his length in anticipation as he lined himself up with her perfectly.

“I think I can shift a few things around just for you…” Christine smirked as she hooked her legs around his hips, gazing up into his eyes, “But we sure aren’t going to heaven any time soon if we go through with it in your office… with the door unlocked…”

Both of their hearts were thudding in unison with a mixture of arousal and the thrill of getting caught. Christine gazed up at him and almost lost her breath from the dark, lustful expression she was met with gazing back at her. She knew he was going to be trouble from the moment she met him — he just had one of those faces that said, “I was made to break your heart”. And she would let him. At any given moment, any given opportunity, she would just let him. Especially after the words that fell out of his mouth in response;

“When did I ever say I was a Saint?”

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