#...well. okay he is cloakless

[thetroupemaster]

I think he would like aerial silks.

[klimtandbencbatch]

So....I was just looking for ironstrange content on tumblr and I read your request so I'll give it a try lol. I have two A) Hannibal!AU with Strange as Hannibal, Tony as Will and Peter as Abigail (I saw the gif and couldn't help it) and B)After A4 and the happy ending, the Cloak is really attached to Tony (it stayed behind and they bonded) but also missed Stephen and wants to be with both of them, so they have to 'arrange custody', to Peter & Wong's amusement.

lmao I can’t remember the last time I watched Hannibal, so option B it is!!! I hope you like it :) 

Stephen feels it coming before it happens. The fabric of the universe is rent, hard, and he can feel it. Even buried in the depths of the soul stone as he is now, isolated and meditating away from the billions and billions of others trapped here as well, he feels his stomach quiver with anticipation. It sounds a bit like the tearing of dryer sheets. He knows Tony did it.

“By the Vishanti,” he murmurs, and then he’s shot through a thin tube of light and sound and sensation before his feet hit solid earth. Well, not earth. Titan. And the Guardians are there, and the kid’s there - oh gods, the kid. He jogs over to Peter, helping him up and dusting him off, taking his face in his hands and checking him over for injury.

“Doctor Strange, I’m - I’m alright, I promise,” Peter says shakily, his eyes glassy and his skin pale. Stephen pushes calm through his shaking, scarred fingers, watching as it flows through Peter and brings him back down, back to where they are.

“I’ve got you, Peter. It’s alright. I’ll get us home, okay?”

Peter nods dumbly. What else can he do?

“Okay.”

—————————

Tony’s flat on his back in the middle of Central Park when he hears the portal open. Over the sounds of people reuniting, people celebrating being back and alive, he hears Strange stumble through his magic ring of sparklers, sees Peter tucked under his arm. His heart sings, and he forces his legs to work again, forces his body to go to Peter’s, to hold Peter, to tell Peter that everything is okay.

“Mr. Stark - Doctor Strange already gave me this talk - “

There’s a rustle of fabric, and Tony’s on his back again. This time, however, he’s covered by a very enthusiastic, very clingy Cloak of Levitation.

“Strange, what in the fuck - “

“I - don’t know what it’s doing,” Stephen says honestly, and Tony doesn’t have it in him to argue. He lets the Cloak hug it out for a bit longer, offering what he hopes is a gentle pat of comfort.

“There, there, bud. We’re all back now. Okay? We’re all here.”

It keeps happening.

One moment, Stephen’s hard at work, studying ancient tomes or practicing his spells, and the comforting weight of the Cloak around his shoulders disappears. He brushes it off. The Cloak is its own being - it can come and go as it pleases.

But nearly every time, he gets a call from a bemused - rarely annoyed - Tony Stark.

“Hey, doc. Cloak’s over here again. Not sure how it keeps getting into my apartment, but it seems to be keeping FRIDAY company, so… I dunno, you wanna come pick it up?”

Wong smirks every time he leaves the sanctum cloakless.

“Visiting its favorite parent again, hm?”

“Shut up and get busy getting my laptop back, the study seems to have eaten it again.”

At first, the visits are - awkward. The Cloak levitates near Tony, sending clear signals that Stephen should stay, spend time with the other man. It’s very clearly taken a shine to Stark, and it wants Stephen in on the fun. Stephen smiles tightly, throws the thing around his shoulders, and portals back to the sanctum.

It becomes a sort of odd routine. The Cloak, though seemingly oblivious to the passage of time otherwise, picks Tuesdays and Thursdays as the days it goes to Tony’s apartment. The rest of the time it stays with Stephen, though he senses it’s filled with longing nearly every day. Longing for Tony Stark.

“Why him, of all people?” Stephen asks one night, the Cloak floating in front of him as he has his evening tea. “Tony Stark? Why not someone helpful?”

He feels a baleful energy rolling off the collar in waves. He rolls his eyes, setting his tea aside.

“He isn’t helpful. Not right now.”

——————————

Stephen’s walking into Tony’s apartment on a Thursday evening when he’s surprised by the man being on his sofa instead of tucked away in his lab, the Cloak around his shoulders, fondly stroking his cheeks. Tony offers a smile and a small wave, his arm quickly being reclaimed by the Cloak and brought back to his side.

“Y’know, Peter was telling me the other day, when this overblown handkerchief came around… I feel like I oughta get a lawyer.”

Stephen can’t help but smile. He shakes his head, coming over to the couch and sitting down, leaving a respectable distance between he and Tony.

“Custody, you mean?”

“Visitation rights,” Tony drawls, sipping at the smoothie he has clutched in his hand. “Seems like I’m the preferred guardian, here. Cloaky loves me,” he simpers, cooing as the collar strokes his cheek again.

Stephen rolls his eyes, though the smile is still firmly on his face. “Well, if that’s the case, then I want that divorce you’ve been promising me. No more separation, let’s just tell the kids straight, hm?”

“Peter wants his sibling to live with me,” Tony says seriously, though he’s cracking as well. “It’s only fair we keep the kids together.”

Stephen chuckles, pushing himself to stand. “Well. It’s time for this one to go home,” he says, reaching out for the collar.

Which immediately pulls away.

“Aw, see?” Tony asks, stroking the fabric gently. “It wants to stay with Daddy.”

“Please don’t say that again,” Stephen laughs, folding his arms over his chest. “You already get Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“I want weekends,” Tony says firmly, sitting up. “Or at least Saturdays. You can have Sundays, but only if you promise to take him to church. I want him raised in my faith.”

Stephen snorts. “Or we could call the divorce off. You could come visit more.”

Tony’s eyes flash with interest. “Yeah?” he clarifies, tugging at the collar so the Cloak floats beside Stephen, reluctantly returning to his shoulders. “You want me to stop by?”

“For the sake of the kids,” Stephen assures, conjuring a portal and stepping through before Tony has the chance to answer.

Tony sits there for a moment, dumbfounded. He barks out a laugh, standing and heading back towards his workshop. Stephen fuckin’ Strange wanted him to stop by more. Oh, he’d do more than that.

He had custody to win, after all.

[brassikarts]

A meeting, continued.

Hani had forgotten her manners. She stood there, backed against the wooden door to the house, cloakless on a freezing afternoon and staring at the blonde woman who’d come to visit. It wasn’t as if the priest hadn’t seen this coming, or hadn’t known - Val’s elf, for example, was pretty explicit about the whole matter, and Cymrych had been looking increasingly uncomfortable over the past few days, as if he had a secret he was badly-trying to keep.  Hani had been biding her time, waiting to find the right moment to seek Val out to make the first move becausr Variya had never - well, okay, not never but rarely - taken such initiative.

Val, for her part, looked somewhere between impatient and ready to bolt.

“Y-yes, of course,” the older woman said, tripping over her words slightly as she reopened the door.  A warm blast from a cozy fire seemed beckoned the two women in.  Shockingly, neither Ronan nor Maeve were there with their ears pressed to the door - it was a small blessing, not having to shoo them away further, but it did leave the two women free to continue their awkward staring contest.

Valerie - whose glasses had fogged up, had pulled off her gloves and cloak and it was difficult to read her expression behind her spectacles.  “So… um.  Sino said he’d paid you a visit,” she ventured.

Right to the point.  Hani nodded.  “He did.  He’s got a good heart.”

Val went pinker and looked down.  “That he does,” she agreed.  “Even if he’s rather, um, unorthodox about the way he does things.  Everything.”

Despite everything currently going on, the other woman’s phrasing and flash of awkwardness were enough to bring a small smile to Haniya’s face.  It was a glimpse of the girl she used to know, years and years ago.  “Unorthodox isn’t always bad,” she began slowly.  “But… despite all of what’s happened beforehand and between now and then… he has a point, you know.  I am still family, even if not necessarily in literal blood anymore.”  A pause, then the priestess took a gamble.  “Your soul’s the same as it’s always been, Vara, and it’s still tied to mine.”

“Val,” the mage corrected her quickly, looking up at her face.  “Please.  Vara was laid to rest ages ago.”

Hani eyed the other woman curiously for several long moments.  “That’s never going to seem right,” she sighed, but she didn’t disagree or try to fight her on it.  It wasn’t her place.  “Val, then.  And my point remains.  But - you’ve taken a big step in coming here. I’m proud of you.”

“We’ll see.”  The mage perched on the arm of a chair.  “Ronan’s so big now,” she remarked casually, attempting small-talk.  “And Maeve… well, she wasn’t the last time we spoke.”

Hani smiled. “The others are around here somewhere, too… I can try to scare them out if you wanted to meet them, shortly.”

Val shook her head. “No, not just yet. It’s not that I don’t want to meet them, it’s just this is… a lot. For me to come out here, and take this in, and…“ The blonde fixed Hani was a rather intense stare. “Hani, you yelled at me, the last time I was here.”

Hani shook her head. “Not the last time.”

Val exhaled through her nose sharply. “You know what I meant. Though to be honest, *I* didnt want to be here last time, either.” Hani gave her a raised eyebrow. “I’ve never seen Aaric with such a shit-eating grin on his face,” the mage added.

The priestess didn’t quite know what to make of that. “I know last time didn’t go well. I’m… sorry, Val. There was a lot…” Hani stared into the fire for a long moment. “Val, I’d literally just come back from a war. It doesn’t excuse anything, but Lucy almost died, and then…” she glanced back at the other woman. “And then there you were. In my house. To say I was surprised was an understatement.”

“It wasn’t because of…?” Val gestured down to herself, her body, a half flush on her face.

“Light! Light, no, not at all. Though… well, we can get to that. ” The corners of Hani’s mouth turned up slightly. “I think a drink is in order here…?”

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A Gentle Mind - Part 2 - Neville x Reader

Part 1 

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

Warnings: Physical abuse and slight swearing

Please let me know if you guys want another part to this and thanks for reading!

You made your way out of dinner when you heard something faint grow louder. “Y/N!”. You heard your name being called down the hall by the familiar accent of Seamus.

He rushed towards you, slightly catching his breath. He quickly looked around and grasped your wrist, guiding you to the side of the corridor.

“We need your help again”. His voice became a little hushed.

“Did his wounds open back up?”, you had figured your spells went well enough from several days ago.

He shook his head. “No no. Someone else. Neville sent me to get you”.

You gave a gentle nod but did enjoy the feeling of being thought of by Neville - even if just for healing reasons.

You followed Seamus’ hasty walk back to Gryffindor tower - making sure not to draw attention to yourselves.

“Thanks for doing this ya know. I fear this is going to become a regular thing now…”, he lead you in through the painting.

“It’s fine…”, your words were caught off by a young boy shaking and bloody, laying on the couch. You quickly hurried over. You gently touched the boys head to see if he had a fever, “what happened?!”. Your eyes finally locked onto Neville who was above the boys head, kneeling with a bloody rag.

“Detention of some sort? We don’t really know but honestly, it looks worse than what Carrow did to me last week…”. Neville’s eyes were filled with worry.

“Seamus…go get a new rag, make it cold as possible”, Seamus nodded and was off to the bathroom that resided inside.

“I think I know what he did”, you looked at the dozens of gashes that the boy still had some blood spilling out of. “Stand back”, you gently pushed Neville’s chest back as you stood up taking your wand out. You gave a deep breath as this was something a bit new for you to try out, “Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera San….”. You said the words with a great steadiness and gentleness, repeating them until the gashes began to close up.

You gave a sigh of relief, seeing that the boy stopped shaking.

“He’s going to need to sleep but I have some thing to knock him out for a bit. It’s back in my room though”. Neville gave a nod while he seemed somewhat impressed by your magic. Seamus hurried back with a wet cloth.

“Oh good! He stopped bleeding! She really is quite good Nev”, Seamus laid the towel over the boys head.

You gave a slight blush to the words as you saw Neville give you a smirk. “Just keep the towel on his head - he’ll be sweating for a bit. I’m going to go get some medicine for him”. You put your wand away, making your way back to the door.

“I’ll uh…I’ll come with you”. Neville spoke up.

You gave a questionable look which he quickly gave answer to. “Don’t want the Carrows or any one else catching on to what you’re doing up here”.

You gave a nod. Neville began to follow you.

The painting closed behind you both - “You really are quite good”. Your walk became hasty as you wanted to hurry.

You gave a shrug. “I suppose”. You weren’t used to the flattery.

“How did you know how to do that?”.

“Charms and healing spells is kind of just what I fell into I suppose…”, you caught your words before you told too much. “Flitwick…well before this year, used to give me extra assignments and such”.

“Well, you’re brilliant at it”.

You gave a slight chuckle - you were drawing closer to the Ravenclaw lounge.

You saw Neville’s brow furrow a bit. “You’re not very good at taking compliments”. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t really receive any in the first place”, you dismissed his comment while you approached the painting entrance. “Curiosus mentis”. 

The door opened. You looked around only seeing a few Ravenclaws studying or in a conversation of their own. You lead Neville to your quarter’s. He stopped outside the door. You gave a chuckle. “Flitwick doesn’t have a lock charm unless your under 17. He trusts us. Not to mention I wouldn’t be surprised if this year he took it off completely - hoping we would find solemn in each other or something”. 

Neville gave a smile and you grasped the end of his sleeve dragging him in. None of your roommates were in. You went down to your trunk and opened it. At the corner of your eye, you saw Neville gently walking around the room. You began to look through some glass bottles - looking for something specific. 

“You don’t have any pictures…”. 

“Hmm?”, your attention caught back up to him as he sat on your bed in front of you. 

“I said, you don’t have any pictures”, he gently pointed around the room at your roommates desks and side tables. 

Your face quickly changed as it was something you didn’t want brought up. “No. I don’t”. You said the words firmly while avoiding eye contact with Neville. 

Neville caught your tone. “Sorry…”. You looked back up with a small bottle in hand, closing your trunk. 

You pushed a smile to your face trying to reassure him, “no it’s fine. I’m used to it. Don’t really have any one to put pictures up of…” 

“I thought you lived with your Dad…”, Neville’s eyes were questionable. You gave a soft sigh. 

“Not really a picture I care to look at every day…”. You paused in thought. “How’d you know that?”. 

He shrugged bashfully. “One hears things…”. 

You gave a small smile trying to retain any blush. You looked back to your hand. “Uh we should be going. He needs this…”. You wiggled the bottle in your fingers before sliding it into your cloak. 

He nodded but you could tell he had thoughts turning in his mind. You both made it out of the painting - beginning to walk back to Gryffindor tower. 

Neville broke the silence. “Did I say something wrong back there?”. 

You shrugged and shook your head. “It’s fine Neville, really”. You looked around not seeing anyone notice the two of you. 

“Can I ask you something?”. He tugged at your sleeve to draw attention back to him. 

You looked down at the tug and then to his face. “Of course”. 

“Are you naturally that gifted at healing spells…or…”, he stumbled on his words - something you hadn’t really seem him do in a few years - “or have you just had to practice a lot?”. 

Your face became defeated. You gave a sigh and your eyes unlocked from his. Something shameful creeping up in you. “I’m not gifted”, you left it at that and continued walking. 

Your walk became faster and you could hear Neville stepping toe behind you. You went up the stairs to the painting for Gryffindor. You eyed Neville to say the password. Instead he paused looking at you. “Y/N…”. His eyes were saddened as you knew he wasn’t dumb. A little oblivious in his surroundings every once in a while, but never daft. 

You gave a sigh and kept your eyes on him this time. “Look Neville. It’s not the time. That kid in there needs my help. Okay?”. His eyes looked like they were determined but gave you a nod. 

The both of you went back through the painting. After a little of the medicine had taken effect, you went to get another wet rag for the young boy - Ollie. 

Wet cloth in hand, you opened the door from the washroom - when you heard both Seamus and Neville talking. 

“His fever seems to be going down. She’s really quite good Nev. I don’t know why I didn’t notice her before…”, Seamus’ words were lingering. 

“I did…”. Neville’s words seemed to have some grit behind it. 

“Woah mate. I was just saying she’s helpful. Don’t worry”. He gave a gentle nod as you stood there curious about the conversation. 

You decided to enter back into the lounge. “I think I should stay with him for the night. I’ve got some stuff if he starts sweating a lot again and I just want to make sure his wounds don’t open”. Your focus was on the limp boy on the couch. “Is that alright?”. You looked at both Seamus and Neville to the side of you. 

Neville gave a smile. “Yeah. I’ll get some blankets and such. The quarters have a lock charm”, you gave a nod. 

Your eyes went to the fire in front of you while you leaned back against the couch. 

Seamus sat down next to you. “Thanks for doing this”. His eyes focused on the fire as well. 

“Of course. But I’m afraid the Carrows have just started. We’re going to need someplace else besides each other’s house rooms”. 

“Why do you say that?”, Seamus finally turned. 

“It’s what they do”, you shrugged. “People like the Carrows…or any death eater for that matter. They just want to take any hope away. They want to diminish anything we have to fight back”. 

“I’m all up for a fight”. 

You chuckled. “I’m not shocked by that”. 

Neville came back down with a few pillows and blankets in hand. He saw the sight of you two and gave a sigh. “Sorry if I’m interrupting”. Seamus looked like he gently rolled his eyes. You shook your head. You noticed that Neville was cloakless. 

“I’m going to bed mate”, Seamus gave a slight pat to Neville’s shoulder as he got up. “Thanks again L/N”. You gave a small smile. 

Your eyes drew back to Neville’s hands. You gave a curious look. “I didn’t need that many pillows”. You got up and grabbed the stack. 

“Well uh, I got them for the both of us. I don’t want to leave him either…”. Neville gave a shrug. You could feel your blush coming back. 

You tried ignoring it. “All right then”, you gave a gentle smile which Neville returned. You laid the stack on the floor and began to unzip and unbutton your cloak. You draped it over the back of a chair. 

You decided to make a type of bed on the floor - you started by pushing the coffee table back. You looked back to Neville who you hadn’t noticed to be watching your every move. You gave a questionable smile, “what?” 

“Sorry. I just can’t recall a time when you weren’t in your robes”. You gave a small chuckle to cover up the feeling of slight embarrassment and flatter. “You didn’t go to the Yule ball a few years back did you?” His question seemed a bit random but you shook your head no. You began to unfold the blankets. “Why not?”. 

He began to help by laying the pillows down. You shrugged. “Dances…dresses…not really my thing”. You were hesitant. 

“I’m sure you look great in a dress”. Neville seemed to mutter but you caught every word. 

You gave a laugh. “Sure”. You began to lay down. You eyed the spot next to you and looked back to Neville. His cheeks seemed flushed. You tried looking away, not realizing your shy smile. 

“You do need to take compliments better”. He made his way down next to you and you pulled a blanket over the two of you. 

“Again. I usually don’t receive any”. Both of you just laid there in silence for a few moments, staring at the ceiling. 

“Well. You should start to get used to them”. He turned and gave you a smile. It felt like the longest pause of your life. 

You weren’t sure what he was thinking - but oh that smile. He had a dimple that lifted a bit more on one side. You resisted staring down to his lips. You weren’t sure if this was something he wanted truly or not. You were anxious. “Good night Neville”, you turned onto your other side facing the fireplace instead of the boy that you reluctantly had a crush on. 

 He gave a soft sigh again - this one was shaky. “Good night Y/N”.