Once again, read the title to find out what lies beneath this description; only thing different is that this time, it's Doctor Strange!
...and maybe the occasional Benedict Cucumberbatch one too ;)
⚠️ This story may contain language that Steve woul...
Summary: Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual.
Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Baker!Reader
Warning(s): eventually friends to lovers, lots of mentions of eating pastries/dessert, fluff, possibly a smidge of angst, mentions of typical canon-like violence, lemme know if I've forgotten anything
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Stephen Strange had never been one for sweets, but since meeting you, he found himself looking forward to your visits after each battle. As the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen had seen his fair share of battles, and they often left him feeling drained and depleted.
But you, the local baker, always knew just how to lift his spirits. Whether it was with a warm, flaky croissant or a gooey chocolate chip cookie, your pastries always seemed to put a smile on his face.
It wasn't just the sweets that made him look forward to your visits, though. There was something about your kind, caring nature that drew him in. You had a way of making him feel at ease, even in the midst of chaos.
So when the first thing he saw as he stumbled back into the Sanctum was your perfect smile, a sense of relief washed over him. "Hey, Doc, rough day?" you asked, offering him a tray of pastries.
He took a deep breath and smiled at you. "You have no idea."
"Well, hopefully these will help," you said, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "I made your favourites today."
"You didn't have to do this," he said, but he couldn't hide the gratefulness in his voice.
"I know, but I wanted to. And besides, you deserve it," you replied, taking a seat across from him. "So, was it a glorious and valiant battle?"
Stephen shook his head. "Not at all. It was the usual chaos, destruction, and saving the world. So, you know, the usual."
You laughed; a glorious sound. "Well, I'm glad you made it out okay. And hey, at least you get to come back to a warm meal and some sweets."
He took a bite of one of the pastries and closed his eyes in bliss. "These are amazing. I still don't know how you have the time to do this--let alone actually do it."
"It's all about the love and impeccable time management," you said with a wink. "And maybe a secret ingredient or two."
The two talked for a while longer, you regaling Stephen with stories from your bakery and Stephen telling you about the latest threats to the universe. Stephen felt his spirits lift as you both chatted, the warmth and comfort of the pastries and your company easing some of the weight of the day off his shoulders.
As he finished the last pastry, Stephen couldn't help but feel grateful for the baker's kindness. "Thank you, Y/n, really. You have no idea how much all this means to me."
The baker smiled. "I think I have a pretty good idea, hun. You always seem to come back for more."
He chuckled. "Guilty as charged. I just hope I can repay the favour someday."
You shrugged. "No need. Just promise me you'll come back in one piece next time."
"I'll do my best," Stephen said with a smile, feeling lighter than he had in days.
As he made his way back to his studies, Stephen couldn't help but feel grateful for your warm presence and delicious pastries. It was a small comfort, but in a world full of chaos and danger, sometimes it was the small things that kept him going.
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