Doctor Strange One Shots

The Art of Seduction - Part 1

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CONTEXT: Stephen is approached one evening by his fellow master and friend, (Y/n), who seeks his help with an upcoming mission she's been assigned with. The task at hand? Teach (Y/n) to master the art of seduction. How? Well, practice of course ;)

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"Stephen?"

The sorcerer supreme lifted his head from the pages he was reading, now noticing and adjusting to the darkened room he found himself in, the late night hours evidently crept upon him as he contently studied in his room. The room, aside from the single lamp next to him, was close to pitch black, and he checked his watch, now realising just how late it was.

"I- I know you're awake... I can see the light..."

Stephen's attention was drawn back to the voice on the other side of the door, and he could recognise that tired voice from anywhere. So, he placed his book down, and called out.

"Well, did you want to talk with a door in between us?"

There was amusement in his voice, and he was surprised he didn't feel more tired as he watched the heavy door open with a creak.

And as (Y/n) slipped through the door, closing it gently behind her, Stephen noticed her attire; a long black satin robe, decorated and  covered in embroidered runes, pulled tightly around her waist, and her hair messily hanging by the base of her head in a bun.

Although, Stephen shouldn't have been surprised by this. It was, after all, incredibly late and should expect to see his fellow master in her sleepwear. 

But something about the thought of what hid underneath her robes brought a warmth to his cheeks. And reluctantly, he quickly shook those thoughts away as she made her way over to him, flicking on another lamp as she passed by it.

And once the lamp illuminated her face more clearly for him to see, Stephen felt himself frowning at her distressed features, understanding in an instant that she was stressed and worried.

"What's wrong?"

(Y/n) blinked twice, finding her arms glued across her stomach defensively. But she knew Stephen always had a way of sensing her troubles. Perhaps that's why she now found herself standing in his room, seeking his comfort. But nonetheless, she watched as he stood from his chair, and moved himself onto the arm, signalling for her to take his seat.

And so she did, slowly finding the comfort in the chair as she let herself relax as best as possible in it. Stephen's arm found the top of the chair's back as soon as she was seated, and his attention was fully hers, patiently waiting for her to talk.

But she never did.

Instead, Stephen noticed the way her fingers were fidgeting with the edges of her robe, her eyes ever focused on the floor in front of her. She was clearly anxious, and all Stephen could do was wonder why.

Then, after a few silent moments, she turned her head and met his curious gaze. And she watched his head tilt, an eyebrow raised as he waited for her to explain-

"You know what I'm actually feeling a lotttt better, thank you so much for all your help Stephen-"

She spoke quickly, and without a stutter, pushing herself off the seat and back onto her feet, only to find Stephen jump up and rush in front of her, blocking her path.

"Hey-"

He stopped, placing his hands onto her shoulders and scanning her eyes, which refused to meet him.

"Deep breath, (Y/n)."

Slowly, Stephen watched her start to calm her nervous state, and she did as he said, taking one large breath in her lungs, and softly pushing it out with all her built up anxiousness. And once Stephen felt her do so, his thumbs started gently rubbing her shoulders, hoping to bring some comfort to her as she regained herself.

And eventually, she looked up to meet his gaze.

And she sighed.

"I- I'm nervous about the mission..."

Stephen's brows knitted upon registering her words, his eyes narrowing as a confused smirk lined his lips.

"(Y/n)... you do know you're one of the most powerful sorcerers I know, right?"

He spoke through a breathy chuckle, hoping his words would bring a bashful smile to her face. But instead, she turned, moving out of his hold and started to pace the room.

"That's not what I'm talking about-"

"No, seriously, (Y/n). You're incredible, and you have nothing to be nervous about! Heck, you helped me more than Mordo or Wong did all those years ago!"

"Stephen-"

"What could you possibly have to do that would make you, of all people, nervous??"

"Stephen, stop-"

"No no, really! You're an indestructible force not to be messed with, Master (Y/l/n)."

"I said stop!"

"And why should I when you know I'm right! There's nothing you can't do-"

"Well how about going on a date?!"

Stephen's smile dropped, seeing her turned back around and her voice raised, her eyes erratic, tears threatening to fall out of sheer embarrassment from the words she just screamed. And she started, pushing past Stephen and making her way out of the room as he watched her bring her hand to her face, wiping a tear or two away.

And then his door closed, the heavy click shut signalling the end of the interaction.

And silence once again filled his room.

Stephen stood there, his mind racing to try and understand what exactly had just happened, and why (Y/n) would be so nervous... about a date?

But then it hit him.

In all the years they've known each other, Stephen had never recalled her mentioning a relationship of some sort. And to him, this never meant anything more than no one to be jealous of. But now that he stood there, really thinking about it, he made the educated assumption that this meant-

"She's never been on a date..."

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Took him a while but ig he got there?

Hello! New lil OS, warning, this will be:
a) a lil spicy? (lets see how well I write it first haha but that's the intention)
&
b) decently long, in terms of chapter length and amount so BE PREPARED

Until next time <3