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The final rays of sunlight began to slip away slowly, as the sun was starting to set. The colours of the sky created a blend of yellow, pink and purple. You’ve visited many places in the past year or so, but Kamar Taj was like a second home now since you always come back with Stephen. It was a beautiful place. It looked like a painting from where you were sitting right now. Colours blending together and looking magical.
You were resting on a staircase, claiming the bottom step as your reading spot. A leather-bound book was open in front of you, one about sorcery and the magic your friends used. You wanted to know more about it, even though you might not even be capable of doing it yourself. It was fascinating to you, just to watch anyways. The Ancient One often invited you to join the new trainees, but you always preferred to watch or read about it in the books from Wong’s library.
There was a light breeze that blew past you, making your hair dance it its path. It also had the need to blow at the pages of the book in your lap, so you held them down. You were trying to focus on the words in the book. But you often found your thoughts wandering elsewhere, or rather your eyes wandering elsewhere.
They glanced up looking across the courtyard. Stephen was training with Mordo on the other end of said courtyard. It looked like they were sparring, a form of training you often saw them practice together. You watched as Stephen summoned a whip which ignited with fiery orange sparks. It cracked through the air with a satisfying sound. Stephen looked powerful, as he was. He looked very...
Your head jolted away, back down to your book. Too much staring. But you couldn't help it sometimes. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you found Stephen attractive. He was very good looking that's for sure. It wasn't just that, something about his cocky, egotistical mindset pulled at your heartstrings.
You felt a blush creep up your neck as you looked up again.
You were pretty sure your heart skipped a few beats when you watched Stephen’s eyes flick up in your direction. He had caught you staring. The corner of his mouth curled up into smirk, then he winked. Your entire face went hot, and you hid behind the book.
You could hear him chuckling from where he was.
“What? What's so funny?” Questioned Mordo.
“Oh, it's nothing. We should continue.” Stephen said to him in response.
They continued their sparring, while you sat there in distress.
“Miss (Y/N).”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice. You turned to see The Ancient One coming down the steps. She often came out of nowhere sometimes.
“Oh hey.” You replied cheerfully, hiding the fact that she had surprised you so bad.
She descended the last few steps and sat beside you. You were happy you developed a friendship with her, she was an interesting person. In a good way obviously.
“Enjoying the book?” She asked you simply. Her normal formal way of speaking slipped away sometimes in very casual conversations.
“I am thank you.” You tried to keep your cool after that distant interaction with Stephen. “Always calms me.”
“It perplexes me how you are so fascinated with our craft and yet you strain away from actually giving it an attempt.”
There’s her formal way of speech again.
You hesitated for a second, “I just don’t think I’m capable.” The answer was so simple yet so complex.
“You are capable of many things, Miss (Y/N). You just have to give the impossible a try.”
She always ended up teaching you life lessons in many situations, often out of unexpected ones. Even if she wasn’t teaching you magic and astral projection, you still considered her your teacher in a way.
The Ancient One looked at you, and you realized she was probably looking into your soul or something. “I can sense something in you, (Y/N).”
You were confused but she continued.
“You have a particular energy. I don’t mean any aura or anything of that sort. I mean an ambition, a determination, a capability.”
You began to understand, nodding while stealing a glance over at Stephen again. Slightly flustered by him, but focusing on the magic he was using. You knew she was talking about you having the capability to be a sorceress.
“I will give you time to consider. But if you do agree, I will mentor you myself.”
“Why?”
“Because you are more tolerable than someone like Stephen.”
You couldn’t argue with that and let out a giggle. Her mouth was twitching was forcing a smile to stay down, knowing it was true herself. The both of you continued to watch the two sorcerers practice and you could tell The Ancient One was silently criticizing them in her head.
“Actually.” She said turning back to you. “Maybe I’ll talk to Stephen and he could mentor you as well.”
The beating in your chest picked up in pace and you could feel a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. The thought of Stephen teaching you magic made your head spin. You couldn’t decide if it was an opportunity to spend more time with Stephen or if it was an opportunity to embarrass yourself in front of him.
She noticed your slight shift in attitude and smiled. Without holding back she said what’s on her mind. “I see a connection between you both. And not just your strong friendship.”
Was it her life goal to keep confusing you?
“He looks at you like he loves you.”
You didn’t believe her words. No way in a million years and many more dimensions would he ever see you like that. Would he? You’ve known him for so long to understand that his mannerisms and ego were just part of him, he was sort of the sarcastic flirty type if that makes any sense. He was a joker. Could he actually have meant things like that smirk and that wink he gave you from across the courtyard?
“Give it a thought (Y/N).” You could not tell if she was talking about Stephen or possibility of training you. And with that it was almost like she disappeared into thin air, you had no idea where she went.
You continued to look down at the book in your lap, but the words and pictures on the pages seemed blurry as you thought about possibly becoming a sorceress…
Out of nowhere to felt a presence behind you. Before you could even turn around it gave away what it was by draping itself over your shoulders. The collar of the Cloak Of Levitation flapped up and poked at your cheeks. The relic loved you to pieces, even if that sounded odd. It was like a pet, a puppy always wanting your attention or a cat constantly bugging you.
It was strange (no pun intended), by what The Ancient One told you and from what you read relics usually only had an ‘emotional’ attachment to their owners. The cloak would often want to be worn by you if Stephen wasn’t wearing it. Even The Ancient One questioned why the cloak was attached to you so much, although he had her itching suspicions.
The cloak wrapped itself around you and blew in the wind. Something about wearing the cloak felt good. You felt protected. You felt safe. Sometimes it gave you that same comforting feeling that Stephen gave you, one saying that you were in good hands.
“It always looks good on you.”
You hadn’t noticed him come up to you after his sparring session was over. Blushing at his comment you muttered a thank you. The red cloak then started to flow in the wind a bit faster and soon it was levitating you off the ground just a bit. You struggled to keep your balance and not to fall.
The Doctor chuckled to himself, “Look at that, Sorceress Supreme.”
“Ha ya very funny Stephen.” You sarcastically said now about five feet of the ground.
He looked up at you, and you saw a glimmer of something in those bright blue eyes. It was hard to describe. Almost a longing, an interest, a happiness. A admiration. Then it clicked in your head...
‘Does he actually like me?’
Suddenly the cloak detached itself from your shoulders and you were falling. Stephen was quick on his feet and caught you bridal style.
“Don’t do that!” He said firmly to the relic still floating in the air.
Just then you realized how close the two of you were. Your arms were around his neck for support while his were under you legs and back. He soon realized this too and put you down, to much of your disappointment (and secretly his too).
“Sorry about that.” He apologized shyly. “Sometimes it can do things that are a litt-“
The cloak cut him off and wrapped itself around Stephen’s shoulders but the ends quickly clung to your waist and pulled you right up to him.
“Things that are a little unexpected...okay that just happened...”
He was stuttering now and seemed flustered. You wanted to look anywhere but at him, knowing he would see that your face had grown flustered as well. The heat rushed to your face and your breath hitched in your throat. Surprisingly you could feel Stephens heart beat right through this chest since you were pressed up against it and the pounding mimicked yours, fast and unforgiving.
Slowly Stephen relaxed. You felt his arms softly snake around your waist and rest on the small of your back. You then found yourself sliding your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
Then you looked up and saw the most gorgeous pair of blue sapphires stare back at you. The space between the both of you was slowly getting smaller. Your eyes darted down to his beautiful lips and you wanted to taste them so badly. There was finally no space in between and he kissed you so gently. Your lips fit together like they were made for each other, moving in sync in a delicate dance.
When you parted for air, you were both out of breath. You rested your forehead on his and closed your eyes in bliss. It was solid your best kiss ever, and he was the best kisser ever.
“Did you mean that?” Your voice came out as a quiet croak.
“(Y/N) of course I did, I adore you.” His was husky as well.
That’s it, you died right there. You could have fainted and been completely satisfied. You felt your knees become wobbly and buckle from underneath you but Stephen held you up against him. He chuckled while looking in your eyes and you buried your face in his chest shyly.
Kissing the top of your head, he held you just a bit tighter. “Sorry I hadn’t done this sooner, you make me kinda nervous.”
You looked back up at him with a smirk. “I make THE Doctor Stephen Strange nervous? No way, you’re Mr Confidence.”
He laughed again, “Then what do you say we head back to New York and we can go out for coffee or something. It might help boost my confidence a bit.”
You playfully slapped his shoulder, “Don’t try and be sneaky about asking me out.”
“Did it work?” He realized an eyebrow, a look that struck you again.
“Yes.”
You both shared a laugh. Forgetting the cloak was even there, you were surprised by it when it wrapped itself around you and Stephen even tighter.
“Okay...that’s enough…I got her now I don’t need your help.” He was addressing the cloak and you giggled.
“Is that why it likes me so much?” You questioned tilting your head and smirking.
“I can’t blame it. What’s not to like about you, (Y/N)?”