doctor strange: the sorcerer supreme

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Stephen Strange + #119 & #137 please!!

Benedict Cumberbatch, yay!

119. “How long have you been standing there?”

137. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 AM?”


“Okay, explain it again, Stephen… Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 AM?” I was bleary-eyed and still half asleep as the doctor/sorcerer followed me around my house. I had been sleeping peacefully until my boyfriend had randomly portaled in.


I opened one eye, getting the strangest feeling that I wasn’t alone. It turns out I was right… Gasping sharply, I jumped nearly a foot in the air and fell out of bed.

“Stephen! How long have you been standing there? Why didn’t you just wake me like a normal person?”

“Aw, come on…” he said, smirking, “You’re cute when you sleep, I didn’t want to–”

“Yeah, yeah… Cut to the chase. It’s never good news when you appear unannounced.”

There was a pause, then…

“Did you happen to bring any chloroform home from your lab?”


“I told you, something about an ancient book Wong found. He says it’s got the right qualities of an ingredient for a certain spell and…” He paused at the look on my face. “What?”

“You’re doing something dangerous again?”

Stephen snorted and half rolled his eyes. “Pssh, no… Well, I mean, maybe. But it’ll be fine.”

I sighed. “Sometimes I wish you were still just making up excuses to visit me…”

“Ah, but I don’t need an excuse.”

A small smile managed to work its way onto my face as I handed him the bottle. “Just be careful, Stephen.”

Smirking, he turned and hopped through the golden circle of light. “You know me… I always am.”

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Smoothing your face

Originally posted by spaghelliot


You were sitting on a stair railing, reading your book. It was common for you to end up in many random weird places all the time, never being comfortable for more than few minutes while reading. Sometimes the consequences were very poor for you, line for example, now.

Totally forgetting about where you were, you moved slightly to your left. Slightly, yet far enough to lose your balance and falling down from railing, head down. You closed your eyes, ready for an impact with the ground and possible head damage, when out of blue you felt something soft wrapping itself around your form and saving you from hitting the hard floor. You opened your eyes to see only red material, which covered your face. You instantly knew what it was. The Cape of Levitation, the relict which belonged to your teacher and master, Doctor Stephen Strange, the sorcerer supreme and master of the New York sanctuary, which you were living for almost a year now.

“Capey.” You smiled when cape helped you on your feet and unwrapped itself from around your body, levitating in front of you in happy-like manner, patting your head with one of its edges. “Thank you for helping me out there. Where is mister doctor?” You grinned at your own words, oh how you loved to annoy him with those words. You looked around, but saw no sight of your teacher. You shrugged and looked back to the cape. “Want to come with me to the library? I would love some company.” The cape moved, as if it was nodding and followed you through hallways to the said room.


Doctor Strange went from one room to the other, his brow furrowed and lips in thin line. It was now at least three hours from when he noticed his cape was gone from his study, and now he was looking for it in whole sanctum sanctorum for it. To say the least, it didn’t went good.

“Where the hell is this bloody…” He cut himself off when he got to the library, only to see you, laying in position that was definitely not comfortable, nor normal for anyone really, and yet you were sound asleep, his cape wrapped loosely around you, smoothing your face in loving manner with its collar. Doctor crossed his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrow and quietly, so not to wake you up, cleared his throat, taking his cape’s attention from your smooth, (s/c) skin.

“Are you serious right now? Come here.” Cape lazily let go of you and flew to its master, who took it by its collar and went out of the library, dragging it with himself. “Don’t think that I don’t know what you want. For the last time, let me take care of it myself.” The cape smacked him in the face, which annoyed him more. “I will tell her in my own time, for god sake, stop acting like my mother. You are annoying.” Strange finally let go of the cape’s collar, expecting it to flew around him and rest on his shoulders, only for it to get back into the library and once again wrap itself around your body, which were positioned differently than few minutes ago, differently and with your limbs strangely twisted. How on earth can you be comfortable like that he had no idea, and yet Stephen had no time to think about it, when his cape once more started stroking your face in just the same loving manner as when he found you.

Strange groaned quietly at that and left the place, going to his study with frown on his face. When he got to his destination, he sat in his armchair and sighed. His cape really had an annoying way to made him confess his feelings for you.