Type: Stephen Strange X Reader

Warnings: A little risqué towards the end but nothing too bad.

Requests: Open

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy it 😄😄😄

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Present day, London Sanctum:

"The new Sorcerer Supreme is meeting with all the sanctums today - we must get ready."

News of the death of the Ancient One had spread like wild fire within the community of sorcerers and sorceresses. Many were devastated of course but there was also the news that she had a successor who had now taken over her duties. Some were unhappy when it was said that he was a new sorcerer and thought he would lack experience but others, like yourself, were intrigued to know how such an average sorcerer (albeit no one knew he really wasn't 'average' til they met him) was able to impress the Ancient One enough to become the new Sorcerer Supreme.

"I'll be there in a moment." You nodded, getting up slowly from your meditating position.

Getting up gradually didn't stop the occasional pain you still felt in your back. Thankfully, you had magic to make it somewhat bearable again.

Most sorcerers and sorceresses gathered in the foyer of the sanctum, awaiting the new Sorcerer Supreme. You had waited with the Masters at the front as Master Thomas constantly invited you to do so only because every time the sorcerers gathered, he would try and persuade you to become a Master too.

"Are you considering being a Master?" Master Thomas had muttered to you quietly.

"One of these days I'm going to wait at the very back of the crowd." You raised your eyebrow at him as you mumbled back, "I have no interest in teaching sorcery - I just don't think it suits me."

"And how are you to know if you don't try, hm?"

"Maybe I've already taught and I just don't like teaching." Came your reply, now accompanied with your arms crossing your chest defensively.

This earned the Master's chuckle, "Last time I checked, you were a journalist before this - all bloodied and broken," He paused, "And then we took you in. We helped you and taught you. Some of the other Masters you see here were in your position once too but then they learned that they must always pass on what they have learnt."

This earned a little smile from you again, "Alright, Master Yoda."

The both of you chuckled quietly until your gazes set upon a hint of red of a cloak at the front. Wong was there too. Although, when the man in the crimson cloak turned around, your heart stopped. When his eyes fell upon you, he paused for a moment before walking over as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Master Thomas asked you.

"I know him." You muttered back as you walked forwards, "Stephen?"

"Y/N? Is that really you?" He asked back with an equally as surprised look.

"God, look at you," A wide smile was brought to your lips, "You were not the person I expected to see here - love the ensemble." You chuckled as you gestured to his clothing.

Stephen glanced down at his attire and then back to you with a smile that still spoke his disbelief, "I didn't expect to see you here either - How did you get here? I saw the reports - I thought - "

"I'm going to stop you there," You chuckled lightly, not keen on having that harrowing story here and so you threw your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, "Meet me on the top floor." You whispered in his ear as you pulled out of the hug.

He nodded, "After this. Apparently I need to introduce myself to a few more people."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Wait, what?" Your mouth hung agape slightly as you peered behind him to see no one else emerge out of the doorway-like portal, "You?"

Stephen chuckled, "Yeah," Then he dropped his voice slightly, "And some people are watching."

You peered in the corner of your eyes to see a majority of sorcerers and sorceresses looking at the pair of you expectantly and then you gave him a tight lipped smile, "Ah, so I will see you later." You muttered before walking back to stand with Master Thomas.

The moment you had walked away, Stephen had been engulfed by a group of other Masters and students with many, many questions.

"I gather the both of you are well acquainted already?" Master Thomas quirked an eyebrow.

"Um, yes, very - I'll be seeing you at dinner. I have some things to do." You nodded, wanting to head up to the top floor just to get away from the swarm of people before you got caught up in it too.

Of all the people, you definitely expected him least but at the same time, it was nice to see him again. Your gazes met briefly as you headed up the stairs. He would want an explanation and you were not enjoying the idea of that conversation let alone actually having it. If only - if only you had decided to stay with Stephen that morning then maybe you wouldn't have been in the situation you were in now. Your hand travelled to the small of your back that ached again slightly. Whilst the magic helped, any thought about the horror you had been through always let a bit of that agony through again.

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Past:

Writing about real events was half of the fun as a journalist; the other was the investigation. You had been a naturally curious person whom loved to write all your life. You had scored an apprenticeship with a newspaper agency after your education had finished. Given your creative talent and ability to be able to listen and then convey the stories of the people so well, you excelled in your field of investigative journalism soon becoming a very well-known name in the industry.

The scoop you currently had your eyes on was of the up-and-coming neurosurgeon, Doctor Stephen Strange. He was set to speak at one of the American Neurological Association events and wanted to interview him afterwards. People deserved to hear the story of one of the most intelligent and talented neurosurgeons in his field, and you were curious to know about his past. Stories were your fascination whether they be real or true although you had a preference for true tales. They were the best kind of story.

For the evening, you wore a simple, classy black dress - one could never go wrong with the dark colour - and black heels. You wore your luxurious H/C hair up.

It was safe to say that the room was male-dominated. Perhaps you would find another story on the inequality later, the thought had been pinned it up on your mental note board as you waited for the talk to begin. The third person to speak was Doctor Strange himself. He certainly looked to be a respectable gentleman although you were impressed to see that he was so young. The light on the stage brought out his silver streaks on his sideburns but even the grey didn't age him; if anything it made him even more alluring. He spoke with the most incredible brilliance and you found he was interested in everything he had to say even if he was a little bit pompous at times. You were certainly looking forward to the anticipated conversation after (especially since the last two men almost put you to sleep).

Once the talk was finished in the specially selected lecturing theatre of the hotel, everyone was ushered into a grand room where refreshments were served. You couldn't care less about food and drinks though as you simply wanted to find the doctor in order to see if it was even possible to get an interview with him. He was stood with another young woman and an older looking man when you had spotted him through the crowd. You lingered within his vicinity until the other man left and were about to approach him when you noticed the frown upon his and the young woman's face. A strong sense of a disagreement between the two prevented you from approaching him.

Their conversation ended with her slapping him before she stormed off. Not many people noticed her violent action and most disregarded what happened. Again you hovered for a moment, wondering if it was the right time or not. You considered approaching him then, otherwise you would most likely need to phone for an appointment and if you needed to wait then it would effectively be the same as a 'no'.

"Doctor!" Several men and women looked at you but he didn't, "Doctor Strange?" You called again through the crowd.

This time Stephen turned around to set his captivating cerulean eyes upon you, "Yes? What do you want?" He had questioned, sounding mildly irritated (no doubt from being slapped by his previous female company).

"Well, you see - "

"Wait, I recognise you from somewhere don't I?" He then questioned aloud.

"Possibly. I'm - "

"No, wait, don't tell me," He folded his arms and tilted his head at you as he tried to work put how he knew you but couldn't place it, "I'm afraid you'll have to tell me." He said with a charming smile.

Sighing silently with the relief of being able to get a word in and giving a smile back you began, "I'm F/N L/N, in - "

"The investigative journalist!" He finished off as though that was what he was going to say the whole time before adding, "I've read some of your articles."

You were pleasantly surprised at this, "Really? I'm surprised you've had time to given the amount of speaking events you attend." You were certainly impressed, "Mind if I ask which ones?"

"Mainly the ones regarding healthcare but a handful of others too." He smiled back to you.

"Amazing," You nodded with a smile, "Now the big question: I know it's an important event but I don't suppose you'd have enough time for an interview would you?"

"You want to interview me?" Stephen appeared equally as surprised but his eyes were very telling in that he had already subconsciously agreed to the idea.

"Yes, of course," You nodded, "A man as brilliant as yourself deserves their story to be told. It was a very interesting piece you spoke about on the new - " You paused a little unsure on the name, "Medical procedure you developed." You settled on.

"Yes, the new laminectomy procedure," He nodded.

"I won't lie, I'm not very clued up on all the medical jargon but I think my readers would be interested to hear about how you became so successful." You looked at him hopefully.

Stephen appeared to consider this for a moment but then grinned at you, "I would be happy to do an interview but I do need to talk to some other people first - is it alright if I meet you by the bar a bit later?"

You smiled sweetly back at him, still mesmerised by his dark, sea-like orbs, "It's a date - I shall see you later then, Doctor Stra - "

"Please, call me Stephen." He offered you a hand now.

You happily shook his hand. He disappeared into the crowd, leaving you on your lonesome now, but by no chance would he miss an interview with one of the most well-known journalists in New York.

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You must have waited for an hour or more and may have been finishing your third glass of rosé by the time Stephen finally appeared at the bar.

"Will I be paying for another glass of wine?" He asked when he sat beside you at the bar.

You shook your head quickly, "Perhaps a water will do for me," And then you offered him a smile.

You weren't drunk. Perhaps mildly tipsy, but you weren't completely out of it. You'd rather die than have an interviewee cancel their interview with you because you were drunk.

Stephen nodded accompanied with a cheeky smile, "Can't hold the wine, can we?"

"Well, when you put it like that," You chuckled, "No, I think I've had enough wine for the evening and besides, you're a doctor - You shouldn't condone drinking."

"Well - " He chortled back, "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry I took so long, ran into an old friend who finally started his career."

"I was going to say, you definitely looked younger than the other four men that spoke, that or you age well." You complimented, your eyes never breaking their sight of his delicate, beguiling features.

"Thank you," He seemed to sit up straighter for a moment before then adding, "No, I'm only where I am now because I have a photographic memory - it's how I got my PhD and MD at the same time."

"That's incredible." Now you were fascinated, not only by his memory but by the way the light danced on his porcelain cheekbones, casting dancing shadows upon his face every time he moved his head slightly.

"Y/N?" His voice drew you from the thoughts you hadn't realised you had run away with.

"Sorry," You apologised, offering a smile before you lied, "Caught on to a conversation I wished I hadn't heard."

"I see, would you prefer talking outside?" He asked, not really wanting anything interrupting his interview.

"That may be for the best." You nodded, both of you own heading out to the building's balcony.

The illuminous moon was high in the dark blue sky and was accompanied by the bright, burning stars. You would never get over how incredibly beautiful the cloak of night was. If you weren't drawn to Stephen before, you certainly were now as his stormy eyes twinkled and practically matched the sky and his face looked even more dazzling in the moonbeam. There were a couple of tables on the balcony and so you took a seat at one and Stephen did the same. The both of you ended up speaking for ages.

"I guess you're easy to talk to." He explained with a smile, almost appearing equally as captivated.

"Well, I'm a good listener - kind of required for the job." You had shrugged with a smile.

Stephen's gaze lingered on you for a moment, "Are you sure I can't tempt you to having one more drink with me?"

You contemplated this, "Go on then."

And then you both talked more, this time Stephen almost interviewing you. He was captivated by your passion for others and writing. One more drink turned into a couple more and soon you were a little more than tipsy, certainly more than you had intended to become on that evening. You and Stephen were laughing and giggling away until you checked the time again.

"Oh my God, didn't realise it was that late." Your words slurred a bit as you gave him a smile, "I should go."

As you stood up, Stephen did too and as you both got up at the same same time, you were pressed closer to each other. Again the both of you erupted into fits of giggles.

"Please, Y/N, let me escort you - I should be getting back to my hotel room too." Stephen's words slurred but he still kept the dashing smile.

You nodded as you side stepped out of the squished space before walking to the door out of the room.

"Um, which room number?" He asked, trying as hard as possible to keep a clear mind but you were both far too intoxicated to care that much.

"I am in...room..."

"Come on the tensions killing me." Stephen chuckled.

This sent you into fits of laughter too, "Give me a chance - room...three-zero-three." You nodded with an amused look.

"Same floor as me!" He grinned as you both shuffled into the elevator.

When you got to the right floor, you stumbled out of the elevator with Stephen and headed over to your room.

"And leave without a goodbye kiss?" He posed the question to you with an incredibly handsome smile.

"If you didn't have such incredible cheekbones, I would say no." You giggled like some giddy teenager.

"Yes, they are good cheekbones to have as many keep telling me." He nodded trying to keep a somewhat serious face but he couldn't fight the smile.

You leant forwards and he tilted his head down slightly, both of you pressing your lips together for a sweet kiss. You both pulled away with equally as enchanted smiles. Turning around, you swiped your card against the lock, but the buzz of denial sounded. A frown crossed your face as you checked the card again.

Stephen waited behind you expectantly, "Something wrong?"

"Key's not working," You mumbled as you discovered why and you started giggling again, "I'm such an idiot." You turned around to face Stephen again.

He gave you a questioning look, "Why?"

You waved the card in front of him, "Different hotel." You chuckled.

Another amused smile crossed his face and he shook his head, "Oh, Y/N - what shall we do with you?"

You shook your head at him, fighting back your laughter again, "I don't know, Stephen, I don't know - maybe a taxi - well, definitely a - "

"My room is three-zero-six," He posed his suggestive question to you.

You thought about it for a moment even though there wasn't really anything to think about. You liked him after all. He leaned down to capture your lips again; you couldn't refuse. By God, was he an amazing kisser, you thought, as you placed one hand on his chest and the other around the back of his head. Then a rather intrusive thought interrupted your moment and you pulled away.

"Wait, what about your lady friend who I saw slap you earlier?"

"Christine? We're just friends." He shook his head.

"Friends as of before or as of this evening?"

Stephen looked at you sweetly, "As of before. I swear." His thumb gently caressed your cheek, "You know, your eyes are like stars themselves."

"So cliche but smooth talking is hard when you're drunk." You commented with a giggle.

He shook his head at you, "Okay, fine, it wasn't my best - " He had held his hands up dramatically and had looked at you with a grin.

Swiping his key card from his tuxedo pocket, you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to his room. Taking the card back, he gently pushed you against the door, giving you another long, lustful kiss. You heard the beep of approval from the card scanner and holding you, he opened the door to the room. Directing you to the bed, you fell back onto the soft mattress, bringing the doctor with you. You grinned at him as he gazed down at you.

"Y/N, I've had more fun with you than anyone I've met before and I mean that, well and truly." He smiled softly at you.

"We haven't even gotten to the main event yet." You teased him.

"I know, that's why I needed to tell you before."

Now it was your turn to give him a soft smile, "Are you always this sweet?"

"I can be."

"Then maybe this will work out to be a long term thing." You spoke honestly.

"I would look forward to that."

"So would I." You agreed.

Stephen leaned down again to capture your lips in another kiss. Your hands explored his clothed torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily, just to rid himself of his blazer and shirt before going back to kiss you. His hands reached behind your back however he struggled to find the zip. Resting your hands on his back, you leant up, laying gentle kisses on his neck as he undid the zip. As you removed your dress, Stephen leant down to your neck, giving you the same attention. The rest of the night was filled with passion and soft moans of pleasure. He was gentle with you and you couldn't appreciate it more.

In the morning, your phone's alarm buzzed, tearing you away from your delightful sleep. You were lying on Stephen's bare chest, duvet pulled just over your shoulders and his arm pleasantly wrapped around you. You reached over to the bedside table to turn off the alarm, only to find another notification on it.

You had completely forgotten about your flight to Washington for an opportunity to further your career.

It was 6am; your flight was at 8am.

Getting back to your hotel where your suitcase was would be okay but the trip to the airport would be cutting it fine - you had booked a different hotel that was closer to the airport for reason. You could always shower at your hotel in Washington. But then your eyes fell upon the alluring, peacefully sleeping Stephen. You wanted everything to work out and it would but you had little extra time to think. Carefully getting up so as to not disturb him considering he was sleeping so peacefully, you hurried over to the counter. Grabbing a piece of paper, you quickly scribbled a note with your number on it and a little message:

I'm sorry I had to leave but call me because I really want to see you again X

Throwing on you dress and shoes from the evening before, and gathering your things, you gave Stephen one last longing glance before leaving and as the door shut, the breeze that had been created, blew your note into the bin.

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A/N: I won't ever go further than being a little risque so, if you are looking for smut, I am afraid you have come to the wrong place sos guysss ^-^'