A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a one-shot, I think we would like all to encounter, from SnowflakeWinterCold where the reader is from our world and is a fan of Doctor Strange. As she watched it, a noise snapped her out of her movie and guess who she met in her kitchen? THE Stephen Strange of her dreams!

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The Marvel universe was a world with infinite possibilities, where heroes were born forging their impetuous destinies and from whom you could inspire yourself when life struggles caught you in a vice.

So here you were, watching TV your favourite superhero: Doctor Strange.

Some could say you were obsessed with him as you thought about the Mystical Arts and physical abilities being applied to your daily life. You were a fan carved of love for Stephen Strange, the doctor with broken hands who managed to save the world from a dark entity.

You had loved the movie, falling head over heels with the handsome character, the Cloak of Levitation you dreamt to touch and cuddle with, the grumpy frown of Wong each time Stephen teased him and so on.

Everything about him fascinated you, absolutely mesmerised by this wonderful parallel world.

Unfortunately, it was only fiction as you could imagine, dream or think about it but you would never be able to meet your idol or get to know him.

You were alone in your fictional bubble with your perfect imaginary life.

As you walked back from work, tensed and tired after the tremendous amount of work your boss had given you, you needed a break.

Your remedy? Watch Doctor Strange movie again. It always cheers you up and brings a smile to your face.

You put yourself comfortably on your couch, pillows all over it with blankets wrapped around you as you turn on the TV.

Dove in the movie, your lips moving at the sound of the character's cues you knew by heart, you didn't notice the blazing light coming from your kitchen, neither the soft bump of something landing roughly on the floor. You immersed in the Doctor Strange universe and only your dry throat made you face your dream which had become true.

« Water » you muttered as you sloppily got up from the warm blankets and headed to the kitchen.

You turned on the lights and you stopped dead in your tracks, your blood turning cold.

Here, lying unconscious on the ground of YOUR kitchen was a man, a very familiar man with a dark blue outfit tightening its figure. All you could see was the back of the strange man and you wondered for a second how exactly he had appeared here.

« Through a portal ? » you pondered as you realised this was THE Doctor Strange. Even if he was back facing you, you could recognise him anywhere.

Something you had dreamt thousand times in your fantasy mind was actually happening tonight. As your hazy gaze landed on the passed out figure, you took your time to admire him. He was as identical as you had seen him in the movie with the blue tunic wrapped against his tone chest, the dark brown leather boots, the soft gloves and then you noticed something was missing.

« Where is the Cloak of Levitation ? » you thought, raising your gaze up to observe your kitchen.

Standing in a dark corner of the room was a levitating cloak swinging peacefully.

You slowly muttered :

«Cloak? »

As soon as the words escaped your lips, the relic moved towards you. It was so fast you closed your eyes, bracing for an impact as the way it had moved reminded you of a snake bouncing out.

Nevertheless, the impact never came or, rather it came but not as you feared it.

In the movie, the Cloak was affectionate, it seemed to have a silky touch and you had dreamt to tangle your fingers in its fabric, admiring the complexed design of the cloak.

Gentle stroke were applied on your cheek, caressing your skin like a feather touch. You fluttered your eyes open to see the Cloak of Levitation inches from you. You leaned into the touch which seemed to trigger something as the Cloak immediately hugged you.

« Yes, it is definitely affectionate, » you thought while you patted the material, enjoying the softness of the relic. Who would have thought it was so soft, you even compared the material to stroking a cat's fur.

The relic held you for a few more seconds before stepping back and hovered Stephen. One of its hems poinedt out the man and another one to the kitchen's exit.

You thought for a second and said :

« Let's bring him to my room, all right Cloak? »

You knelt down and you were going to turn Stephen on his back when the Cloak landed on his shoulders and raised him up like a puppet. You blinked in surprise and looked at Doctor Stephen Strange.

He had a cut on his cheekbones, his hair usually sliced back in perfection was a bit tousled and he had the Eye of Agamotto swinging loosely on his chest.

You guided the Cloak down your room which you quickly tidied up, hiding the Doctor strange books; funky pop and so on to not raise any suspicion when he wakes up. You don't want him to take you for a crazy girl.

The Cloak landed its master carefully on the bed and one of its hems gently touched the wound on his cheek, trembling at the feeling of blood.

« I'm going to clean the cut, Lev, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be up in no time. »

You quickly rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a first aid kit with some plasters. You didn't check which plasters you took until you had placed it on the cut once you had cleaned it.

« Oh god, » you muttered when you realised you had put a doctor strange plaster on Stephen. The Cloak towered you and started to shake vigorously and you raised an eyebrow at it.

« Wait, are you laughing? »

The relic shook even more and you chuckled at its childish behaviour. Stephen had no idea how lucky he was to have such a wonderful item at his side. You sighed and got up.

« Stay here until he wakes up, please. I'll be in the living room. »

You swiftly closed the door and headed back to the couch. You sighed heavily as you realised this was not a dream. You had touched the man you had loved since your eyes landed on his face and even if you knew the actor was playing a rôle, you fell in love with the character he played: Stephen Strange.

A fantasy love you could not fulfil. For months, you had tried to reason yourself and when you thought you were finally getting over it, being less obsessed with him, the man from the mystic arts until he popped up out of nowhere from a parallel universe!

You rubbed your temples, turned off the TV and let sleep embrace you in Morpheus arms.

*

The following morning, the first thing you felt was pressure around your body, as if something was encircled around you. However, what struck you was the pair of steely blue eyes you locked with the moment you woke up. As your eyes connected with his, your heart missed a bit and a small gasp escaped your lips.

In a dishevelled state, confusion written all over his face and the doctor strange plaster on his cheekbone, he was definitely the most handsome man you had ever met.

« Who are you? Where am I ? » he asked, frowning as the thing around your figure tightened its grip.

« And why is the Cloak so attached to you ? » he added, sighing heavily as you chuckled.

You took a deep breath

« Come on, Y/N, you can do this, just don't freak out, » you thought.

« My name is Y/N, and you are in my house. I found you unconscious in my kitchen last night so, with the help of your.... friend, we brought you into my room. And about the Cloak, it's quite affectionate but I don't mind.»

He looked at you, eyeing you carefully.

« Well, the Cloak has a very cuddly side, which I do not like all the time. The fact that you do, is probably why it is hugging you as we speak. »

You looked at your state and noticed the cloak completely wrapped around you while its collar stroke your cheeks.

« Stop that » you mimicked, remembering the famous scene in the movie.

Immediately, Stephen tensed.

« How did you know ? » he asked in a dark tone which sent delicious shivers down your spine.

« I don't know what you're talking about » you answered, deciding to play dumb.

You didn't know he would react that way. With one glance at the Cloak, the relic held you in a threatening manner, its touch no longer soft and gentle but strong and firm. You shuddered at the situation.

« I can exlain » you argued, « Stephen, please. »

He leaned forward, observing you.

« I never told you my name, how do you know it? »

You nodded.

« It's part from the explanation. »

He thought about for a second, then he slowly relaxed and claimed:

« Fine, talk. »

You took a deep breath and said ;

« I think it will be better if I show you, can the Cloak let me go for a second, please? »

The relic released its grip on you but still stayed closed, following your every movement like a shadow. You grabbed the DVD in your shelf and gave it to Stephen.

« I know who you are because you are a heroic fantasy character in the Marvel character, my favourite might I add. Given that, I know your story and therefore I think you landed here through a portal in a parallel universe where magic doesn't exist though. »

He blinked several time, processing your words and the DVD jacket which showed him in all his glory.

A heavy silence lingered between the two of you while the Cloak cuddled you again.

« Is that why I have a plaster with my face on me? »

A layer of redness covered your cheeks.

« I.. I'm sorry about that, I didn't pay attention to it and when I noticed I had already placed the plaster on your cut. »

A small smile lightened his lips.

« And I'm your favourite? Not Captain America, Stark or Thor? »

You shrugged.

« The Avengers are great, there is no doubt in that but I like how determined you were to get your hands back. And how your accident revealed the true Stephen. »

Your raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. You delicately took the DVD from his hands and asked:

« Do you want to watch it? »

He chuckled and passed his hand in his hair.

« It's a date then. »

A giant smile beamed your entire face and you grabbed his hand in excitation.

« Here we go ! »

You knew he was going to leave soon or later but why not enjoy your time with your favourite superhero while it lasts ?

As you babbled about how great he was, Stephen gently grabbed your hand in his, stroking your palm with his thumb and said :

« Thank you, Y/N. »

You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

« I saved a hero, does it mean I'm a hero too ? » you laughed.

And that was the beginning of the best day of your life.

A/N: So what did you think? Any other reaction you would have had?