Multi-Fandom Imagines

Doctor Strange [s. strange]

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader 

Imagine: Being homeless in NYC and picking a seemingly harmless door stoop to rest on.

Warnings: None 

You wrapped your ratty jacket tighter around you, teeth chattering. It was cold in New York and sleeping on a cold bench night after night didn't help. You were roaming the streets, trying to find somewhere to sleep. The usual place you slept your nights was now unusable. Some asshole put homeless-proof bars on the bench so you could no longer sleep there.

So here you were, walking the streets of New York. It was nearing midnight and you were getting desperate. You were about to give up and sleep in a back alley when you came up among a tall, impressive building. It stood out against the other buildings, a strange circle symbol at the top.

There was a set of about 4 steps and a small landing in front of the door. You approached the stoop carefully. Resting a hand on the cement, it was warm to the touch. It was risky sleeping so out in the open but the promise of even a sliver of warmth was too tempting.

You curled up on the landing, resting your check against the warm concrete. Within a few minutes you could feel yourself being lulled to sleep.

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Your peaceful sleep was ruined when something hard came in contact with your head.

You shot up, cursing and rubbing at your head.

"Sorry, I wouldn't have hit you with my door if I had known someone was sleeping on my doorstep."

You looked up, a strange man standing in the doorway.

"Apology accepted." You said dryly. You stood up, stuffing your hands into your pockets. You were prepared to leave, to try and scrounge up something to eat, when the stranger spoke up again.

"What's your name?"

You raised an eyebrow. You didn't make it a habit to tell strangers your name. But as this point he hadn't yelled or cursed at you for sleeping on his property, so you figured it couldn't hurt.

"(Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n.) Would you like to come in?"

"Ummmmmmm." you looked around, half sure you were being pranked. "Sure?"

He pushed the door all the way open, waving you in.

You slowly creeped in, eyeing your surroundings. The moment you stepped foot in the door you were hit with a wave of warmth, making you sigh happily. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this warm.

"How long have you been on the streets?" He asked.

"A few months, I think. The days start to blur together."

You followed the stranger through the building with high ceilings and peculiar items in glass cases. You had a lot of questions, but didn't want to give the man any reason to kick you out. So you stayed quiet.

He finally stopped and pushed open a set of bronze doors. They led into a living room with a healthy fire going in a stone fireplace. You were told to sit down and relax while he got you some tea.

You didn't need to be told twice, curling up on the couch and warming your hands by the fire. A couple minutes later he returned, handing you a steaming mug.

You sipped carefully. It tasted like lemongrass and honey and warmed your bones.

"Thank you......?"

"Stephen Strange."

"Thank you Stephen. I'm not sure what your reasons are for helping me, but I honestly don't care. I can't remember ever being so warm."

He smiled softly at you. Before either of you could say something else you heard an echoing bang.

Stephen was immediately on high alert, slipping out of the room after telling you to keep still and quiet.

The room was silent for a few minutes, your anxiety growing every second. Why the hell had you walked into a strangers house like this?

Before you could go into a full blown panic attack Stephen reappeared with a smile on his face.

"Is everything ok?" You asked nervously.

"Everything is fantastic. Come with me."

He grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch and out of the room. He pulled you down a hallway and into a new room that was full of glass cases, some containing items and some empty.

"Just stand here and wait." He said, excitement evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow. You were really starting to think this man was crazy. You stood quietly, waiting like he said.

You began to hear a tapping sound. Looking around, you couldn't quite find the source of the noise. It was getting louder and faster and you briefly thought perhaps the tapping was a bomb or something about to go off.

But that was banished from your mind when Stephen walked over to a glass case and opened the door. With a whoosh, something came flying out and over to you.

You screamed as a dark blob came straight towards your face. You ducked and it went flying past you.

"It's ok!" Stephen tried to calm you down, holding his hands out.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I am out of here!" You yelled, turning on your heel and dashing out of the room. 

With a peek over your shoulder you saw that thing coming for you again, and you sped up. Weaving through the building, you were almost to the front door when you tripped.

You fell-but never hit the ground. You assumed it was Stephen who caught you, but when you turned to thank him you were met with a wall of velvet fabric.

You furrowed your brow. "I'm going crazy, aren't I?"

"No, you're not." You turned to see Stephen walking in, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You backed away from the floating object, which you could now identity as some sort of cape.

"What is it?"

"It's your relic. Everyone has one, it's a magic infused item that chooses a person to bind with."

Any other day you would've laughed at the thought of magic, but considering this 'relic' had caught you from falling and was now floating, you weren't so skeptical anymore.

"So, this relic choose me?"

Stephen nodded. "You just need to give it the go ahead."

You gave him a look and he nodded, asking you to trust him. You didn't know why you were trusting this complete stranger, but you'd already come this far.

You reached a hand out, feeling the soft fabric. It slowly floated over, settling itself over your shoulders and tying itself. It was a dark forest green, made out of a velvet fabric. It tied around the neck and had a hood.

You twirled around and it moved gracefully with you. You had to admit it was beautiful, and it just felt right. 

Stephen watched with a gleam in his eye. He let you twirl around and study the cloak for a couple minutes before speaking up.

"You can stay here as long as you need or want, on one condition. Let me teach you."

You raised an eyebrow. "For a warm bed, food, and this cool cloak, I'll learn whatever you want."

Stephen grinned. 

"Let's begin."