Doctor Strange X Reader First Book

Unconditional Hope

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

This is a request from iamKhrfan123 where the reader is a blind cat being attacked by dogs and Stephen stepped in and save the day.

Hope you enjoy.

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PS: I do not own the picture. Credits to the owner.

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Sightless.

Having eyes without the power to see was a burden to those who knew the value of vision while for you, it was a daily occurrence.

No colours, no shape, only darkness. A mingling shade of blackness was the only glimpse of vision you ever eyes.

Darkness was your eyes, yet your iris were a greyish white which contrasted with the colour of your fur. A light auburn hue tending to a sandy blond coat.

Eyes don't define your future, yourself and many had assumed as a blind cat, you wouldn't survive the harsh perils of life and yet here you were, harbouring the streets of Kamar Taj, looking for a comfy shelter for the night.

You relied mostly on your enhanced hearing, smell and touch. Your paws were more sensitive than normal cats, your pads able to recognise any matter by a feather touch.

However, lost in the sweet fragrance of burning fish, your legs leading you to the safe haven, you didn't notice the two large hounds laying in the narrow street.

« Something is wrong » you pondered, the moment the scent of danger tickles your nostrils. Your instinct screamed « Danger ! » but you remained calm. Your heart was hammering heavily in your chest, your fur standing on end as menacing growls escaped the hounds ' jaws. You slowed down your path, trying to make yourself as small as possible but it was to no end.

You were their target, their prey.

A blind cat against two fierce hounds.

What were the odds?

You meowed loudly when one of them attempted an attack. A threatening growl warning the beasts not come any closer.

You didn't see it coming, you felt it coming. The swift change of balance in the ground, the air being slashed by a limb, all these clues were enough to acknowledge the events.

They were attacking you.

You meowed louder, ready to claw at your opponent when one of them charge at you. It felt as if a hoard of horses stormed the ground, making the earth tremble with their arrival. You flexed your muscles, ready to rush at the first dog while the other also jumped forward the fight. You clawed the dog's face, earning a squeal of pain and drops of blood, and for a second, hope invaded your body, glowing in your blind eyes. Suddenly, when you launched on the ground, the other dog bit you, his fangs piercing your tender skin and threw you in the air.

A meowl of fear escaped your lips while the call of gravity brought you back to earth. You landed roughly on the floor, your right side, numb from pain and you felt something streaked down your fur while the bitter smell of blood invaded your nose.

Your blood. Hurt. Wounded.

The two dogs barked at your injured form, their battle cry echoing in the cold street and you really feared for your life.

Yes, cats were known to have nine lives, but it didn't mean they wanted to die again and again.

You stepped back, but you didn't know the territory enough to surge in the streets.

You were trapped.

Trapped by your blindness.

Trapped by your inability to see.

You yowled of fear and pain, a call for help burdening you meowls while you kept stepping back, tripping in some garbage and bens.

As the two dogs barked longly, their yellowish eyes staring at you with the thrill of the kill, they launched forward, their limbs scratching the floor to get closer to you.

« This is the end, » you thought, your whole body freezing while you prepared for the impact.

You didn't see the blazing portal sucking the dogs up, falling in another part of the city, neither the tall man coming from the shadows, eyeing your wounds expertly. 

No, you only heard.

Your ears kept moving at each sounds.

The sudden silence lingering in the air, the barks of death fading from nowhere and then the slow step of a stranger coming to a rest next to your curled up trembling form.

« Poor little thing, » said a male voice, making you raise your head towards the newcomer.

Fear paralysed you, shivering as if you were of breaking leaf while gentle hands carried you. His voice soothed you to sleep, talking to you with a gentleness you had never experienced before and a soft sound erupted from your chest, a warmth blooming in your heart.

Safety.

You didn't know this man, but you knew deep down you were safe.

« Stephen, why do you have a cat in your arms ? » asked Wong, staring at the cat with suspicion, « Is it another one of your invention? »

Stephen shook his head, petting the blind cat.

« No, this is Y/N, my new companion. I found her in the streets, attacked by two dogs. I'm going to take care of her, Wong. »

The Asian magician sighed and allowed the man to do his will. After all, he knew how stubborn Stephen could be.

Little did you know, you had been adopted by Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of New York. He gently carried you to his bed, setting down on the covers and he got to work. His hands were shaking but it was not stopping him from cleaning your wounds once he noticed you didn't need any stitches.

Then he leaned forward, looking at your closed eyes, wondering why you were blind and soon strange words flew past his lips, words carrying magic and promises which landed on your sleepy form.

« Y/ N, kitty, wake up, » stated Stephen as his hands brushed your sandy coat, admiring the softness of your hair. You blinked, slowly, your senses tingling as if something had been unlocked and your world of grey was suddenly fading to let place to the magnificence of colours. You looked at the dark brown bed, the red covers and your eyes slowly trailed up to the man kneeling in front of you.

Two ocean colours pools locked with yours, a genuine happiness glinting in his iris and you realised it was the man who had saved you. You examined his face. He had elfin cheekbones, a milky complexion contrasting with his ebony hair and two grey strands standing out of the blue, but what strikes your eyes were his look. He stared at you with a small smile on his lips and you did the only thing you could.

You meowled a thank you, jumping in his arms while you purred loudly. You were happy, relieved and safe in the arms of the sorcerer. You jumped in surprise when a silky matter came in contact with your fur and you raised your head up, eyeing the Cloak stroking you. However, the gentle strokes were quite agreeable and you let the relic pet you while Stephen carried you in his bed.

« Welcome home, Y/N. »

A/N: So, what did you think of this new perception? Do you think Stephen would take care of the cat?