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I am severely blushing.

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The Mirror's Gonna Fog Tonight

"Squeeze hard, hold that pose, You know I like it, do it. Sweetheart, I'm the boss. And when you get close to it..." - Mirrors (Natalia Kills)

Part 2: Sketch

This piece is a monster. I was sure when I started the sketch that it wouldn't be the big of a deal. Oh my god, I could not have been more wrong. This line art alone has taken me 4 HOURS from start to finish and my wrist feels like it's made of glass. But look at these beautiful variants all together and my god, this is some of my best work to date! I am very proud of it. However, have any of you ever heard five versions of this man trying to talk to you at the same time? I have been listening to three of these variants bicker for the last week - that being 616, Midnight and 838 - while Defender just tries to keep the peace between all of them and Supreme stands in the background, sighing in wizard. Seriously, these men have been the most entertaining but distracting group of voices I have heard in quite some time and appeasing all of them to make this beautiful boy come to life was not an easy feat. The only one who was compliant and willing to talk quietly was Supreme. Defender was a doll, but he was admittedly picky about his belt and the folds in his robes in some places. The other three were just their usual obnoxious, adorable and sarcastic selves the entire time. They were all a delight to work with though.

One moment when I was working on Midnight is worth noting: 616: You're going to kill their wrist with the pattern on your vambraces. Midnight: Says the one who originally hurt their wrist with his belts. 616: At least mine was widespread and not confined like yours. 838: That doesn't make it better, that makes it worse. Defender: Could you all be quiet please? They're trying to concentrate. Supreme: *Sighs.*

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[multiversemusings]

Be Yourself

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma. Surpressed emotions. Mentions of mental manipulation. Language. Pairing: Stephen Strange x MReader Summary: You always have a mask on when you are out at gatherings, and you have always hated it. But the person you are was never accepted by anyone in your family and you were taught that you had to be a specific way in public. You've perfected the art of keeping your true self under wraps: Or so you thought. When a handsome stranger shows up to your friend's wedding, you start to think that someone may finally see who you are, not what you've presented. Song Inspiration: Waves That Roll You Under by Young Summer Part 1/5

A/N: Christine and Stephen were never together at any given point; she was his most trusted friend since childhood and colleague. He got the job for her after becoming a surgeon. He had a lover and so did reader, but who they were won't come to light in this part.

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Well, this is just fantastic, he thought to himself. I'm supposed to be here to support my friend on their big day and I've somehow gotten dragged into a conversation about stocks again.

He'd been invited to Christine's wedding after working with her for the last five years in the ER and introducing her to Charlie from accounting since they'd been friends since high school. They had been honored by the invitation, thrilled to be the best man for their childhood friend and remain a part of his life as he started the next chapter in his own. He knew Christine would be good for Charlie after they had discussed fundamentals of relationships a little the year prior to meeting the lovely ER nurse. So, when they had asked him to be a part of their big day, of course there was no way he was going to say no. Even still, life had a way of reminding him exactly what he was. As the reception party started, a couple of their partners had approached him and began to start talking about the funds going in and out of the hospital and what the board was going to be doing with it. When he was growing up, his father had told him that if he couldn't handle business, he would never amount to anything in the material world and would be a disgrace to their lineage. So, when numbers came into the conversation, he was quick to fall into calculations and suggestions about what the best way to distribute the funds. He also made suggestions of how to make sure things remained fair enough that people and staff could get equal care and benefits. His mother told him that the award-winning smile he had was one of the things that would benefit the business world, just like his father, so he had always made sure to smile when he knew the situation dictated it even if he didn't want to. For all pretense and purposes, he was the perfect business gentleman who knew how to work the crowd and reassure everyone around him that he knew exactly what was going on and he was always in the know. What he actually was, would be tired. He had been at this conversation for a little over an hour but wouldn't excuse himself for any reason unless it was urgent. Which given the situation of the day, it wasn't likely that he would be getting out of it any time soon. His fingers itched to tap the neck of his champagne flute anxiously, his foot begged to be tapped in agitation because he knew that there were things that he could be doing for the couple to make sure their day was the best it could be. Yet he stood there, patiently and calmly, ignoring his body's wants in favor of keeping the conversation flowing easily.

"Hopefully Braxton sees things the way you do, Stormy," the woman said in a worried manner. This woman was one of the few people you trusted with your personal nickname that had been given to you years ago by someone you loved and lost. "I just want to know that we're giving the employees and the best we can offer while still being able to pacify the insurance companies."

"I assure you; we're doing all we can," he told her, his smile still present. Just as he was about to speak again, he became very aware that there was a strange sensation on the back of his neck that prickled like electricity. It reminded him of the way that he would feel when he encountered a spirit in the hallways of the hospital. His sixth sense suddenly became very alert of the fact that he was being watched from somewhere. Still, he didn't acknowledge it in favor of continuing his thoughts. "The prices on the bonds will be going up within the next couple of months as the flu season starts coming into play and we'll see a huge pay off. The employees will be able to get a raise from the influx we get from our partners, and we can still offer care to patients even if they don't have insurance. In an ideal world, the government would drop rates as well, but we both know that's not likely to happen."

"Indeed not," the woman replied. She took a sip of her wine before a man off to the side of the room called her name, so she lowered her glass and smiled at him. "Thank you for your insight, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"Thank you, Mrs. Grey." He kept his smile as he watched her walk away before turning to head for the bar as he finally allowed his face to relax, and he exhaled. He set his glass down and the bartender walked over to him. When he went to refill it with champagne, a deep voice as smooth as black silk spoke to his left.

"Make it a Artemis Cabernet Sauvignon, bar keep," the man said with a smile as he stepped up next to him, setting his own glass down. "And a refill for myself, please. Thank you."

He stared impressed at the man's taste in wine before looking at him and was immediately struck by the icy blue of his eyes and the warmth in his smile. There was something familiar about that smile, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, exactly. His sixth sense, however, did inform him that this was the person who had been watching him from across the room earlier. When his glass was set down and the flute moved as well as the man's martini being refilled, he smiled at him.

"You have great taste, sir," he replied with a smile.

"My treat, for you keeping up with Harriet for so long," he replied, implying by the first name that he knew the woman. "She lost my interest back when she started talking about Bill Lauren taking over the third seat on the board. The fact that not only did you keep your smile, but you kept the conversation flowing without conflict or difference of opinion was worthy of a Nobel Peace prize."

"You seem to know a lot of people associated with my work," he replied as he eyed the man with genuine curiosity and interest. This was the first time tonight that he was actually enjoying himself and engaging in conversation because he wanted to, not because he felt like it was what he was supposed to do. "And you seem oddly familiar. Have we met before at Mercy General?"

"I don't believe we have met officially, no, but I used to work there," he offered with a smile warm like a summer sun. He offered his hand to him as his blue eyes kept a lock on the other's. "Doctor Stephen Strange."

His eyes widened and he smiled brightly as he breathed out a laugh and he took his hand, giving it a slightly firm shake. "You're Stephen Strange?" he asked as they lowered their hands and reached for their glasses in sync. "I knew your eyes looked familiar, but you're a lot different from the picture of you they have hanging on the wall."

"Ew, they still have that old thing hanging up there? God, I hated that picture," he mumbled as he picked up his glass finally. "They got my bad side. It's not fair that you know my name and I don't know yours. How about we fix that?"

He couldn't help but laugh at the man's words and the sour look on his face, but his laughter seemed to make it go away and he smiled once more, which he thought that he liked to see a lot more. He raised his glass to the man.

"You can call me Y/N and it's a pleasure to meet Christine's childhood friend finally, after hearing so many stories. As for the picture, I'll try to get them to take it down for you," he said with a smile. "Or at least put a better one up. To good taste and better pictures."

Stephen huffed an amused noise and tapped his glass gently to the other man's, both of them taking a sip after they had but their eyes stayed on the other's. It wasn't hard for him to see that the charismatic, ex-surgeon had something on his mind as they stood there together. When they lowered their glasses, Stephen wrinkled up his nose and grunted as if the martini had smelt like something foul and he couldn't help but smile in amusement as he did.

"I do have one question for you," he said thoughtfully and when he hummed in question, acknowledging his words, the blue-eyed man looked at him with a serious expression. "Why do you hide who you truly are?"

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Opening up Multiverse of Madness requests for the Doctor Strange Variants!

I don’t do Y/N or X Reader type fics. Just regular none insert fics for the characters in Multiverse of Madness.

No NSFW!

Any oneshot or headcanons for the Strange Variants! Involving any character from Multiverse of Madness.

Doctor Strange (Our MCU)

Defender Strange

Supreme Strange (Earth 838)

Sinister Strange

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

“It looks like this is the place.”

*Nathan let out a small sigh, hoping that the cold from the freezing New York weather wouldn’t put him into hypothermia. It was so early in the morning and he wanted to go back to bed so badly. Even though he bundled and layered on different sweaters and jackets as much as he could, he still wasn’t used to the biting cold of the morning New York weather. He was never going to complain about the heat in California ever again.* 

*Him and his two co-workers with their supervisor stood outside on the stone steps of a building that resembled almost like a manor of sorts, the address plaque near the front door engraved with the words “177A Bleecker St.” As they stood looking up at the looming building, his supervisor moved away to start taking the electronic equipment out of the truck nearby titled with the name and logo “Buena Vista Communications.”*

“Can one of you knock on the door so we don’t have to stay outside longer than we need to?”

*Nathan realized that his supervisor’s question wasn’t directed at any one of them specifically, so he looked at his co-workers behind him as they gave him a knowing look. He stared at them back before rolling his eyes at them and smiling a bit.*

“Fine, I’ll be the one to knock. But you guys better help Raymond with the equipment while I give our client our information before we invade their home with our equipment.”

*As Nathan raised his fist to knock on the door, he overheard one of his co-worker’s voices asking Raymond a question.*

“You never told us the name of the client we were helping out today. What’s their name anyways?”

*After a few moments, Nathan knocked on the door without hesitation, but suddenly, the door slowly creaked open a tiny bit without any resistance. He peered in curiously from the thin opening, almost making out a grand staircase that was inside the house and other objects he couldn’t identify. For some reason, Nathan thought the grand staircase looked familiar for some weird reason.*

“Wait, our client is Stephen Strange? THE Doctor Strange?!”

*Before he could look in any further, Nathan turned around at the sound of his co-worker’s disbelief, his look of disbelief matching her look of disbelief*

“Wait, Sabine, who’s our client—”

*Nathan soon heard the front door behind him creak again, feeling a presence behind him. He turned around slowly to look up at none other than Stephen Strange, also known as the Master of the Mystic Arts. He unknowingly straightened his posture in the presence of the esteemed hero, his throat suddenly going dry.*

“Uh… Stephen Strange…? We��re here from Buena Vista Communications… to do… to set up… stuff…”

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The sorcerer took in the man's stuttering words and the way his co-workers snickered behind him, making him raise a brow and shoot a questioning expression at them. All of their spines straightened, and they immediately quieted down, making him sigh through his nose and shake his head. He then looked back at the young man in front of him and nodded to his question.

"Yeah, I was told that you would be here today," he said, trying to sound polite, but he was obvious begrudged. Clearly, this wasn't his idea, and he was not thrilled about the whole thing, if they had to guess. He turned and left the door open, motioning with a crook of his finger. "Come on, I'll show you the room where Stark wants all of the equipment set up."

The man waited until the man had stepped in, his hands tucked into his jeans pockets as he watched him look around. The situation dictated that he be on guard, since he was letting not one person he didn't know, but multiple, into the Sanctum where there were a lot of sacred artifacts of high power. He didn't go out of his way to be rude however and once the man and his group had finally finished entering the building, he led them down the east side hallway, towards the room that he had recently moved the furniture out of to make room for this. They passed the grand dining room, the kitchen and the laundry room before turning down another hallway and Stephen opened the two large oak doors, giving them a motion to go on in, but didn't let them out of his sight as they did. He was primarily focused on the one that had knocked on the door and introduced them, since he was the one being the least child-like and seemed to be shy. He leaned on the doorframe as he watched the group of people taking in the size of the room.

"If this isn't big enough, I have one other room cleared out down the west hall, but this one is the furthest from my bedroom, so I figured it'd be best," he told them, not really to any one particular. The next part however, he aimed at the one who had knocked on the door. "Tony Stark may have gotten his way, but that doesn't mean he gets to wake me up every morning bugging me with miniscule, little problems that he deems important."

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Steve and Sarah Rogers

Captain America (2023) #1

[gunsandspaceships]

Proof that Tony Stark is bisexual in the MCU

It is known that 616 Tony is bisexual. If you didn’t know – here’s the page from “Tony Stark: Iron Man (2018) #4”.

But is MCU Tony also bisexual? Let’s find out.

The Avengers:

0:43:10 - seems that Tony watched Rogers' movements at the end of his fight with Loki and liked what he saw.

1:10:08 - “Back off”.

2:08:30 – Sleeping Beauty.

Age of Ultron:

1:52:35 – Rhodey and Tony being a “couple”.

2:10:30 – Nat’s remark.

Civil War:

0:59:50 – huh?

Infinity War:

0:14:35 - Tony didn't know that was Levi.

0:17:08 – Tony noticed Strange’s hair moving.

0:19:15 - Strange's flirting and Tony's reaction.

1:18:50 – Tony and Strange are gazing into each other’s eyes and holding hands.

1:23:45 – again.

Endgame:

0:09:25 – Rogers’ face btw. Is he jealous here?

1:16:30 - Tony is staring at the America’s ass.

1:17:30 – Tony flicks Scott's butt.

1:20:00 – Tony is 100% okay with having a man inside him. Literally.

So what do we have?

He is comfortable touching men and being touched, even if he barely knows them. Even if it’s very gay.

He openly jokes about “gay” things.

He gazes into the eyes of both Steves, and Steves gaze back. Like, pretty often. Even Nat noticed this little habit.

He looks at men. Body, hair, ass. And he doesn’t hide it. That’s not so straight, I’d say.

Conclusion: Tony is bi. He is not latent, not really hidden one, just already in an established relationship with a woman and is faithful to her. He seems to be attracted to some guys though (we can see this towards Rogers and Strange).

Marvel shows it to us, and that’s actually the best we could get here. Because, unfortunately, the real international movie business is not yet ready for Iron Man to have a boyfriend. At least we can say he is canonically bisexual.

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!!DOCTOR STRANGE: IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS!!

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You can never go wrong with strange and this dynamic

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Writing prompt? Hmmmmmm - how about Stephen & Cloak getting adjusted to one another's quirks after they settle down in their place at the NYC Sanctum?

We Are Who We Are

Characters: Doctor Strange & Cloak of Leviation (Levi) Rating: PG Warnings: Mentions of death & violence. Mental dystopia. Words: 2,605 Genre: Humor, fluff, hurt/comfort Plot: Stephen has taken over the Sanctum Sanctorum as its Master and now he's learning how to live in the city again. More so, he's learning to live with someone again. Cloak has made it very apparent that he's got his own quirks that he's going to have to get used to. But he's already aware of the growing bond between himself and the sentient artifact. Song Inspiration: Conversation by LP A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to get to this one, dear. I hope that you like it, though! I really enjoyed writing this and showing my AU's take on Stephen and Cloak's relationship. This takes place in the Dragon Soul AU, where Stephen is "Bonded" with Cloak from birth.

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"Let's have a conversation, I know you really care and so do I."

The end of the battle had finally brought him to the point where he knew what the Ancient One had wanted him to be. He had decided after coming back from the Dark Dimension and putting the Eye of Agamotto in its resting place for now, Stephen took on the role of Master Of the New York Sanctum. He bid goodbye to Wong, who went to help Hong Kong with the damage that the Sanctum there had sustained even after he reversed time on it using the Infinity Stone. He also said farewell to Damon, who went to help London - the city of his mother's heritage - to help them begin rebuilding their Sanctum as well. He was disappointed that he couldn't help them, but he knew that it was best if he went back to his own Sanctum to keep an eye on it. He also had to familiarize himself with the beautiful building that he would now be calling his home. It was a little overwhelming, if he was perfectly honest, to go from that small room in Kamar-Taj to this gorgeous, antique building that predated even the oldest streets around it. He walked through the many halls, taking in the different and distinct themes of each one as he did: The east wing seemed to be dedicated to artifacts, where the study was - he took note of the huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that ran along the entire room except where the fireplace resided on the north wall - as well as where the meditation room. The west wing was more of the "house" part of the building, consisting of the den, the kitchen and a grand dining room. Stephen noted the scuff marks on the floor where the chairs had been slid in and out from the table so many times, concluding that this was also probably where meetings between Masters would take place. He would have to ask Wong or Damon about that next time that he saw them. As he passed by the changing windows, he was suddenly tugged to a stop, making him grunt and stumble to catch his balance. He looked at the artifact that was still resting on his shoulders which, up until this point, had been silently about him looking around.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked the sentient artifact. Ever since Cloak - who he was now sure he was Bonding to - had been released from that case and saved him from dying, he had noticed that the artifact was quite quirky about things. "Is there something down that hallway you don't like?"

The artifact rippled against his back and tried to pull him away from the entrance of the hall, but Stephen pushed back against him and told him to cut it out. He could almost feel the whine echo in his throat even though he wasn't the one who made that made it. They had only been together for a couple of days, yet here he was already channeling his partner's emotions through his own body. He sighed and made the artifact let go of his shoulders by gently pulling the clasps from the front of his robes. He watched as his partner hovered off of the floor, the uneven pleats swayed as it did and it shook its collar at the man, making him tilt his head in question before looking down the hallway. He could see there were at least two doors on each side of the hall as well as another hallway that split off at the end of it, so whatever it was that his partner didn't want to go near must be in one of the rooms. He looked back at the cloak and just held his hand up for it to stay where it was.

"Okay, you stay there then, and I'll go look down this hallway without you," he told it. The shorter corner of the fabric wrapped around his hand like a small child holding onto its parent and it shook its collar again. "Levi, I have to go down there so that I know what I'm doing in this place. You wouldn't want The Ancient One to be upset with me, would you? Tell you what, just tell me what room you're so nervous about and I won't look in that one. How does that sound?"

This seemed to calm his partner down and it - albeit begrudged he sensed - let go of his hand, pointing to the one on the right, so Stephen looked. It was a set of bamboo wooden doors that closed in the center of the doorway where they met to form a blockade to whatever was behind them. He looked back to his partner, pointing at it to make sure that was the one that Cloak didn't want him to look in, to which the artifact nodded. He returned it and headed down the hallway, looking at the paintings on the walls as he did. A couple of them were scenic; large mountains like the Alps with a flowing river at the base through a field of poppies and others were dense forests with god rays shining through the gaps in the branches or with deer standing in a clearing. When he got to the first set of rooms, he looked at the right room and then over his shoulder to where his partner was watching him closely and seemed to have puffed up in anxiety. He swallowed thickly as he felt the artifact's emotions in his own chest, making his heart race so he looked back at the doors for a moment before deciding that his partner's trust was more important than his own curiosity. He turned away from the doors and opted to search the rest of the rooms which turned out to be a pantry since the kitchen was just around the corner, a large linen closet and a storage room. As he got to the end of the hallway, he looked to the left and noticed it went towards a single, large wood and metal door. The right hallway had a hand count of more rooms on it, so he went that way first and opened each door to find bedrooms that were furnished in rococo sets ranging from rosewood to deep mahogany. He guessed these were guest rooms for when the other Masters came over for meetings, so he headed back to the T junction to see Cloak still patiently waiting for him where he had told him to. He smiled to himself, but he knew somehow that the artifact could feel the pleasant sensation of thankfulness in his chest. He went down the other hallway, noting the decorative shelves on the walls here and that there seemed to be a key rack next to this door. He looked confused at it, with its four different rings full of keys on it, then to the large door in front of him. It didn't have a lock on it, so whatever the keys were for must have been behind it, which made his curiosity grow. He opened the door and peeked in, seeing that there was a large stone staircase going downwards, bringing him to the conclusion that there was some kind of sublevel to the Sanctum that he would have to explore later. He closed the door for now and turned, heading back to the main hallway to find that Cloak had seemed to have fluttered off somewhere. He couldn't help himself when he saw that his partner wasn't in view but to very carefully open one of the bamboo doors to see what was behind it. He damn near busted out laughing as he did. Whatever he had been expecting to see - an interrogation room, a room for destroying out of control artifacts, whatever - was completely blasted from his mind at the sight of the clean, large room with a large marble top table on the left side next to a counter with a sink under a decorative window directly across from him. On the righthand side of the room was a very modern - and very out of place with everything else - washer and dryer set. He could understand why Cloak would hate this room and he laughed to himself as he closed the door, though it was a laugh not of humor, but of endearment. However, when he looked at the end of the hallway, he noticed his partner hovering there and its shoulders were sagging, and he felt a pang of sadness in his chest from his partner. He immediately was overcome with guilt at the feeling and tears filled his eyes from his partner's emotions. Did the cloak think that he had been laughing at him because he thought it was funny?

"Levi-" he called out, jumping when the cloak flew off. "Levi, wait!"

He rushed after his partner, heading back through the hallways and barely keeping track of him. As he got back out to large foyer of the Sanctum, he lost track of where his partner went and looked around, still feeling guilt but now there was a bit of panic. He knew that Cloak couldn't open doors, but he also was realizing just how huge this place was and it would be hard to find his partner since it clearly knew all of the individual rooms better than he did. Rather than panic, he tamed himself down for a moment and reached out to his partner's energy to sense where it was coming from. Though they were just starting to Bond, he could already sense the being's energy, so he followed it to its source and found the cloak curled up in what was left of its case. For a moment, Stephen got a flash of a man with long black hair wearing burgundy and gold Master's robes sitting in his partner's place, hugging his knees to his body with his head down. He blinked the vision away, shaking his head before looking at the cloak and frowned as he sensed its sorrow. Rather than open his mouth and risk making it worse, Stephen left his partner alone for a moment and went back to the pantry to grab the broom and dustpan that he had seen there. He returned, setting the dustpan aside and began to sweep up the shattered glass, the sound letting Cloak know that his partner was still there even if he wasn't ready to talk. Sure, he could have cleaned up the mess with his magic, but this was about spending time with his partner, even if he wasn't ready for him to talk yet. As he swept the glass up into the dustpan, he winced very softly as his fingers popped because he had them clenched so tightly around the handle of the broom. The noise made Cloak look up slowly to make sure that his partner was okay, which drew Stephen's attention over to him and he paused what he was doing, setting the broom against another case. He went over and sat down carefully beside the case, looking at the cloak who looked back to him and he could still sense the sadness in his chest as the entity looked down at his pleats.

"Levi, I wasn't laughing at you, I promise," he whispered softly, getting his partner's attention. He thought about the image that he had seen when he approached the casing of the man sitting in his partner's place and he began to understand. "I wasn't laughing because I thought it was funny, I was laughing because I thought it was endearing that you are a cloak who has the sentience to be scared of the laundry room. But you're much more than that, aren't you?"

The artifact raised its collar a little and turned to face him as it did. Stephen could sense it wondering what he had seen.

"Ever since you saved me from breaking my neck when Kaecillius knocked me over the banister, I could tell you were different. But I didn't realize that you weren't created by magic, that you're actually a spirit woven into the threads you're made from." The artifact rose up from its sitting position, so Stephen did too, and they faced each other properly. "I can now understand why you're scared of the washing machine; you still see the world as a person, even though you're a cloak. That must have been torture for you, being pushed under water and thrown around without regard for what you really are. Not…unlike how Dormammu suffocated me with the water wisps."

The artifact came out of its case and reached up to his face, wiping at it and the man realized he had been crying without realizing it. He took Cloak's corner and held it to his chest, bowing his head as he closed his eyes and trembled, the unseen wounds under his robes from the many deaths he had suffered burning fiercely. He felt his partner wrap around him, but where he was expecting soft fabric, he felt warm, strong arms and a shoulder where he rests his head against it as he let himself cry for what he had gone through finally. He grabbed onto the man who shushed him gently, a hand resting on the back of his head as he gripped the soft red fabric in his aching fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Stephen choked out. "For what I've put you through…for being so ignorant to your feelings like I have everyone else's."

You are too hard on yourself, Stephen, he heard a voice speak in his mind, warm like a desert and soft like a brush of wings against the wind. I chose you because you needed me, and I will always forgive you for whatever we go through together. But you must also forgive yourself for being human.

Stephen raised his head from the man's shoulder, and he expected the vision to fade, only to be pleasantly surprised when it remained. The man looking back at him had handsome, strong features with tan skin and a well-kept goatee similar to his own with high cheekbones haloed by long black waves of silken hair. His brown eyes were like deep forests, hiding stories that were just waiting to be explored which drew Stephen it. The man smiled at him, and he felt himself relax, closing his eyes once again as the man's forehead pressed against his own before fading into a soft feeling of fabric against his skin. When they parted, the sorcerer looked at the cloak and gave him a half smile as the artifact lowered itself from his shoulders.

"Okay, I'll do my best, but only on one condition," he replied finally, making Cloak tilt his collar. "Whenever you get dirty, you let me wash you in the shower where you'll be more comfortable. What do you say?"

He could sense the artifact smile in his heart and Cloak nodded his collar before moving to wrap itself around his shoulders again.

"Good. Now, let's go finish our look around. I'm getting tired and I'd like to sleep soon."

The man proceeded around the railing of the grand staircase and down one of the hallways to his right to look around. He knew now that their Bond was much more important than just a Master of the Mystic Arts and his sentient cloak, he just wasn't sure how. As time would progress, maybe those brown eyes he had seen that now were so vividly imprinted on his mind would reveal their secrets, just like his new home would tell him all its stories.

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We Are Who We Are

Requested originally by @sobeautifullyobsessed Characters: Doctor Strange & Cloak of Leviation (Levi) Rating: PG Warnings: Mentions of death & violence. Mental dystopia. Words: 2,605 Genre: Humor, fluff, hurt/comfort Plot: Stephen has taken over the Sanctum Sanctorum as its Master and now he's learning how to live in the city again. More so, he's learning to live with someone again. Cloak has made it very apparent that he's got his own quirks that he's going to have to get used to. But he's already aware of the growing bond between himself and the sentient artifact. Song Inspiration: Conversation by LP

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to get to this one, dear. I hope that you like it, though! I really enjoyed writing this and showing my AU's take on Stephen and Cloak's relationship. This takes place in the Dragon Soul AU, where Stephen is "Bonded" with Cloak from birth.

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"Let's have a conversation, I know you really care and so do I."

The end of the battle had finally brought him to the point where he knew what the Ancient One had wanted him to be. He had decided after coming back from the Dark Dimension and putting the Eye of Agamotto in its resting place for now, Stephen took on the role of Master Of the New York Sanctum. He bid goodbye to Wong, who went to help Hong Kong with the damage that the Sanctum there had sustained even after he reversed time on it using the Infinity Stone. He also said farewell to Damon, who went to help London - the city of his mother's heritage - to help them begin rebuilding their Sanctum as well. He was disappointed that he couldn't help them, but he knew that it was best if he went back to his own Sanctum to keep an eye on it. He also had to familiarize himself with the beautiful building that he would now be calling his home. It was a little overwhelming, if he was perfectly honest, to go from that small room in Kamar-Taj to this gorgeous, antique building that predated even the oldest streets around it. He walked through the many halls, taking in the different and distinct themes of each one as he did: The east wing seemed to be dedicated to artifacts, where the study was as well through a large set of oak doors. He took note of the huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that ran along the entire room except where the fireplace resided on the north wall, before proceeding down the hall to find that this was where the meditation room was situated as well. The west wing was more of the "house" part of the building, consisting of the den, the kitchen and a grand dining room. Stephen noted the scuff marks on the floor where the chairs had been slid in and out from the table so many times, concluding that this was also probably where meetings between Masters would take place. He would have to ask Wong or Damon about that next time that he saw them. As he passed by the changing windows, he was suddenly tugged to a stop, making him grunt and stumble to catch his balance. He looked at the artifact that was still resting on his shoulders which, up until this point, had been silently about him looking around.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked the sentient artifact. Ever since Cloak - who he was now sure he was Bonding to - had been released from that case and saved him from dying, he had noticed that the artifact was quite quirky about things. "Is there something down that hallway you don't like?"

The artifact rippled against his back and tried to pull him away from the entrance of the hall, but Stephen pushed back against him and told him to cut it out. He could almost feel the whine echo in his throat even though he wasn't the one who made that made it. They had only been together for a couple of days, yet here he was already channeling his partner's emotions through his own body. He sighed and made the artifact let go of his shoulders by gently pulling the clasps from the front of his robes. He watched as his partner hovered off of the floor, the uneven pleats swayed as it did and it shook its collar at the man, making him tilt his head in question before looking down the hallway. He could see there were at least two doors on each side of the hall as well as another hallway that split off at the end of it, so whatever it was that his partner didn't want to go near must be in one of the rooms. He looked back at the cloak and just held his hand up for it to stay where it was.

"Okay, you stay there then, and I'll go look down this hallway without you," he told it. The shorter corner of the fabric wrapped around his hand like a small child holding onto its parent and it shook its collar again. "Levi, I have to go down there so that I know what I'm doing in this place. You wouldn't want The Ancient One to be upset with me, would you? Tell you what, just tell me what room you're so nervous about and I won't look in that one. How does that sound?"

This seemed to calm his partner down and it - albeit begrudged he sensed - let go of his hand, pointing to the one on the right, so Stephen looked. It was a set of bamboo wooden doors that closed in the center of the doorway where they met to form a blockade to whatever was behind them. He looked back to his partner, pointing at it to make sure that was the one that Cloak didn't want him to look in, to which the artifact nodded. He returned it and headed down the hallway, looking at the paintings on the walls as he did. A couple of them were scenic; large mountains like the Alps with a flowing river at the base through a field of poppies and others were dense forests with god rays shining through the gaps in the branches or with deer standing in a clearing. When he got to the first set of rooms, he looked at the right room and then over his shoulder to where his partner was watching him closely and seemed to have puffed up in anxiety. He swallowed thickly as he felt the artifact's emotions in his own chest, making his heart race so he looked back at the doors for a moment before deciding that his partner's trust was more important than his own curiosity. He turned away from the doors and opted to search the rest of the rooms which turned out to be a pantry since the kitchen was just around the corner, a large linen closet and a storage room. As he got to the end of the hallway, he looked to the left and noticed it went towards a single, large wood and metal door. The right hallway had a hand count of more rooms on it, so he went that way first and opened each door to find bedrooms that were furnished in rococo sets ranging from rosewood to deep mahogany. He guessed these were guest rooms for when the other Masters came over for meetings, so he headed back to the T junction to see Cloak still patiently waiting for him where he had told him to. He smiled to himself, but he knew somehow that the artifact could feel the pleasant sensation of thankfulness in his chest. He went down the other hallway, noting the decorative shelves on the walls here and that there seemed to be a key rack next to this door. He looked confused at it, with its four different rings full of keys on it, then to the large door in front of him. It didn't have a lock on it, so whatever the keys were for must have been behind it, which made his curiosity grow. He opened the door and peeked in, seeing that there was a large stone staircase going downwards, bringing him to the conclusion that there was some kind of sublevel to the Sanctum that he would have to explore later. He closed the door for now and turned, heading back to the main hallway to find that Cloak had seemed to have fluttered off somewhere. He couldn't help himself when he saw that his partner wasn't in view but to very carefully open one of the bamboo doors to see what was behind it. He damn near busted out laughing as he did. Whatever he had been expecting to see - an interrogation room, a room for destroying out of control artifacts, whatever - was completely blasted from his mind at the sight of the clean, large room with a large marble top table on the left side next to a counter with a sink under a decorative window directly across from him. On the righthand side of the room was a very modern - and very out of place with everything else - washer and dryer set. He could understand why Cloak would hate this room and he laughed to himself as he closed the door, though it was a laugh not of humor, but of endearment. However, when he looked at the end of the hallway, he noticed his partner hovering there and its shoulders were sagging, and he felt a pang of sadness in his chest from his partner. He immediately was overcome with guilt at the feeling and tears filled his eyes from his partner's emotions. Did the cloak think that he had been laughing at him because he thought it was funny?

"Levi-" he called out, jumping when the cloak flew off. "Levi, wait!"

He rushed after his partner, heading back through the hallways and barely keeping track of him. As he got back out to large foyer of the Sanctum, he lost track of where his partner went and looked around, still feeling guilt but now there was a bit of panic. He knew that Cloak couldn't open doors, but he also was realizing just how huge this place was and it would be hard to find his partner since it clearly knew all of the individual rooms better than he did. Rather than panic, he tamed himself down for a moment and reached out to his partner's energy to sense where it was coming from. Though they were just starting to Bond, he could already sense the being's energy, so he followed it to its source and found the cloak curled up in what was left of its case. For a moment, Stephen got a flash of a man with long black hair wearing burgundy and gold Master's robes sitting in his partner's place, hugging his knees to his body with his head down. He blinked the vision away, shaking his head before looking at the cloak and frowned as he sensed its sorrow. Rather than open his mouth and risk making it worse, Stephen left his partner alone for a moment and went back to the pantry to grab the broom and dustpan that he had seen there. He returned, setting the dustpan aside and began to sweep up the shattered glass, the sound letting Cloak know that his partner was still there even if he wasn't ready to talk. Sure, he could have cleaned up the mess with his magic, but this was about spending time with his partner, even if he wasn't ready for him to talk yet. As he swept the glass up into the dustpan, he winced very softly as his fingers popped because he had them clenched so tightly around the handle of the broom. The noise made Cloak look up slowly to make sure that his partner was okay, which drew Stephen's attention over to him and he paused what he was doing, setting the broom against another case. He went over and sat down carefully beside the case, looking at the cloak who looked back to him and he could still sense the sadness in his chest as the entity looked down at his pleats.

"Levi, I wasn't laughing at you, I promise," he whispered softly, getting his partner's attention. He thought about the image that he had seen when he approached the casing of the man sitting in his partner's place and he began to understand. "I wasn't laughing because I thought it was funny, I was laughing because I thought it was endearing that you are a cloak who has the sentience to be scared of the laundry room. But you're much more than that, aren't you?"

The artifact raised its collar a little and turned to face him as it did. Stephen could sense it wondering what he had seen.

"Ever since you saved me from breaking my neck when Kaecillius knocked me over the banister, I could tell you were different. But I didn't realize that you weren't created by magic, that you're actually a spirit woven into the threads you're made from." The artifact rose up from its sitting position, so Stephen did too, and they faced each other properly. "I can now understand why you're scared of the washing machine; you still see the world as a person, even though you're a cloak. That must have been torture for you, being pushed under water and thrown around without regard for what you really are. Not…unlike how Dormammu suffocated me with the water wisps."

The artifact came out of its case and reached up to his face, wiping at it and the man realized he had been crying without realizing it. He took Cloak's corner and held it to his chest, bowing his head as he closed his eyes and trembled, the unseen wounds under his robes from the many deaths he had suffered burning fiercely. He felt his partner wrap around him, but where he was expecting soft fabric, he felt warm, strong arms and a shoulder where he rests his head against it as he let himself cry for what he had gone through finally. He grabbed onto the man who shushed him gently, a hand resting on the back of his head as he gripped the soft red fabric in his aching fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Stephen choked out. "For what I've put you through…for being so ignorant to your feelings like I have everyone else's."

You are too hard on yourself, Stephen, he heard a voice speak in his mind, warm like a desert and soft like a brush of wings against the wind. I chose you because you needed me, and I will always forgive you for whatever we go through together. But you must also forgive yourself for being human.

Stephen raised his head from the man's shoulder, and he expected the vision to fade, only to be pleasantly surprised when it remained. The man looking back at him had handsome, strong features with tan skin and a well-kept goatee similar to his own with high cheekbones haloed by long black waves of silken hair. His brown eyes were like deep forests, hiding stories that were just waiting to be explored which drew Stephen it. The man smiled at him, and he felt himself relax, closing his eyes once again as the man's forehead pressed against his own before fading into a soft feeling of fabric against his skin. When they parted, the sorcerer looked at the cloak and gave him a half smile as the artifact lowered itself from his shoulders.

"Okay, I'll do my best, but only on one condition," he replied finally, making Cloak tilt his collar. "Whenever you get dirty, you let me wash you in the shower where you'll be more comfortable. What do you say?"

He could sense the artifact smile in his heart and Cloak nodded his collar before moving to wrap itself around his shoulders again.

"Good. Now, let's go finish our look around. I'm getting tired and I'd like to sleep soon."

The man proceeded around the railing of the grand staircase and down one of the hallways to his right to look around. He knew now that their Bond was much more important than just a Master of the Mystic Arts and his sentient cloak, he just wasn't sure how. As time would progress, maybe those brown eyes he had seen that now were so vividly imprinted on his mind would reveal their secrets, just like his new home would tell him all its stories.

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