“Well hello there.” (y/n)
(y/l/n) was the part of the new London sanctuary and the one whose job was to
keep the relicts at their best. It was no secret to anyone in there, that the
woman treated them different than most sorcerers. For (y/n) the relict’s weren’t just
the mere objects with a little of free will. She always treated them not only
as her equals, but also her friends. Taking care of them was the best part of
It wasn’t her only sanctuary. The
Ancient One used to sway her once in a while from one sanctuary to other. (y/n)
doesn’t mind really. She loved the
fact that she got to meet the other relicts always happily getting to know them
and spend time with them.
Right now, the woman was sitting on the floor, cleaning the sword that she got
from one of the glass-cases, speaking to it calmly and telling it about one of
her days from her life.
Doctor Stephen Strange
came into the London sanctuary and greeted it’s
master. He was informed by Wong, that he should get there for the person who
would take care of the relicts in New Your, for them to have a lack of attention
for a long while now. An expert, as he called the person.
The master of the sanctuary, tall man with pale skin, looked at him amused when
he told why he came there, but didn’t say
anything, interested what the doctor will tell the moment he meet the said
“Go down this hallway and at the end turn right. The
relicts are at the end of it.”
Strange nodded in acknowledgment, walking in the said direction. Not even half
way there, hic cloak started to act weirdly, pushing and yanking him in
direction of room, as if it couldn’t wait
to get there, smacking him in the face every time Stephen tried to keep it in
Now when he thought about it, cloak started to act this was when Wong told them
about getting an expert, already excited, and they didn’t even left Kamar-Taj at that moment.
The cloak finally stopped
its frantic movements when they got to their destination. Not seeing anyone in
the aim light of the room, looking around. Out of a sudden, his cloak yanked
him hard enough to pull him with itself, surprisingly strong, even for it.
Stephen was shocked when he feet the pull, but it was nothing compared to what
he felt when his back collided suddenly with something… or more likely someone, taking the fact that it squeaked at
the contact. As much as the cape let him, Strange looked behind him at a (h/c)
haired woman, who was giggling at his cape, which was tightly wrapped around
her, as if it was hugging her.
“Capey! I haven’t seen you in a while. Would you be so kind to let me go
thought?” The cape only tightened
around her, pulling her more to Stephen in the process. Woman opened her eyes
and looked at sorcerer with slight blush on her face. “It looks like we will stay like this for a while. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n) by the way.”
“Doctor Stephen Strange… the cape seems to like you.”
“Yeah, well. I was taking care of it
while I was in New York. We are friends.” She
was looking at him for a while. “You are
its new human, right? It always have been picky.” Doctor
smiled slightly at her words. “What
are you doing here by the way?”
“I was looking for an expert of
relicts to take him to New York.”
“Her. I am the said expert.” Strange raised his eyebrow at her statement.
“You doesn’t look like one.”
“Well I am thought. The relicts like
“Yeah I did noticed that.” Stephen looked at the cape, which
still was wrapped tightly around her frame. (y/n) only smiled at that.
Three hours later, the
whole back-to-back situation started to feel awkward for the both sorcerers,
who still were standing in the same spot. When Stephen tried to move or unwrap
the girl, the cape’s collar started slapping his
face, so he simply gave up.
“What have you done to the cape, that
it likes you this much?”
“I don’t know.
I treated it just the same was I as very other relict.” Strange sighed, looking at the celling. After three
hours, his legs started to hurt. Who in earth is this woman for cape to love
her so much, and yet not to choose her as it’s
master when it had an occasion?
(y/n) on the other hand thought about the time when she was in New York, and
her interactions with the cape. She really wasn’t sure
why it acted that way towards her… it
indeed was hugging her when it had an occasion, but it never was that long. It
had to know it was awkward, it was an intelligent cape after all, and yet it
was like this.
you come with me…” Cape once more slapped the
Doctor. “I mean with us, to New York?”
“Well yeah. It’s part of my position to change sanctuaries from time to
time.” After her words, cloak loosened
its grip, letting her go. Girl smiled at that and stretched, turning around to
face the master of New York. “Let me
just get my things.” The cape pushed Stephen
forward, which made him loose his balance and flew forward, right on her. Girl
squealed when the booth of them laughed on the ground, Strange’s face right in front of hers
blushing one. The cape’s
collar stroking her cheek lovingly.
laying in the ground, their eyes meet, pupils in both of their eyes dilated. “I think… I know
what the problem…” Before she was able to finish
her sentence, cape pushed Doctor’s face
forward, making him connect their lips and keeping them like that in an awkward
kiss. When finally cape let go, Strange stood up quick, blush on his face.
really sorry.” He helped her up, not
looking at her.
“No. It’s my
fault. I always talked with cape about my not-so-good relationships… I think it’s shipping us.” (y/n)
looked away, blush on her face.
“It’s… strange.” Girl smiled at his words. “A
little awkward, but… maybe you will wat to… I mean…”
“I know a good café in New York… the cape is dancing…”
Levitation Cloak indeed danced slightly behind its human’s back.
I actually rearranged my desk today, so proud of myself! I also gave my room a huge clean, I brushed my floor. I know it doesn’t sound like much but believe me, it is a lot of productivity for someone like me!
I also read a couple of chapters from my law textbooks💓
Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Could I possibly request a Carl X Reader where They’re dating and both reading comics, but then the reader decides to play with him a bit like they did before the apocalypse (Like a game of tag/or just reader snatching his hat, lots of fluff remembering the old days of their friendship) P.S taking place in season 6″
Word count: 264
Note: lol thIS IS SOO CUTE I LOVE IT
You ran around the house, a huge grin on your face. Carl chased you, trying not to slip on the clean floors as he whipped around corners.
The two of you had grown tired of reading, and decided it was time for a little game.
“You’re never gonna catch me, Grimes!” You yell, laughing as you dash into the large kitchen.
“We’ll see about that, (Y/L/N)!” He threatens, chuckling with you as he follows you. He’d been running after you for at least two minutes now.
You waited on one side of the counter, hoping to put him at a loss and also catch your breath. You huffed and puffed as did he, slowing down to face you from the other side. You laughed at the situation, and he gave you a knowing smirk.
“What’s your move?” You taunt, rocking from side to side. Carl looks you in the eye before jumping over the counter and sliding onto your side. You scream and run the other way, but he’s too fast– catching your waist in a hug.
“You’re it!” He laughs, tickling your neck. You throw your legs around trying to get lose but he continues his torture. You laugh uncontrollably and finally get lose, but only for Carl to turn you around.
You face him, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly. He does that same. You both have large grins smeared across your faces, and meet for a kiss. But he suddenly breaks the kiss and dashes away.
“When I was homeless,” Cas says one day, like he does sometimes, like it isn’t a big deal, just a thing that was. “I would both dread and look forward to the rain.”
Dean looks up from where he’s counting the cash in the register, pen hovering over his thick red notebook. The rain outside drums heavily on the windows. It’s a dark autumn evening, the sky overcast and thick with cloud. Good for business; people are more likely to stop by and browse the books if it’s raining. Something about the warm glow of the store and the smell of percolating coffee draws them in, windswept and dripping on Dean’s clean floors.
“What do you mean?” Dean asks. The first time he saw Cas was in the rain, on the corner of Main and 10th. He’d been meeting Sam for lunch and Cas had been hunched in the doorway of a long since abandoned toy store, a scruffy tan and white dog curled up beside him. No one was even looking at him, but Dean did.