Stephen found himself a few moments later in front of (Y/n)'s door, his fist raised to knock but his movement was lacking, like he was secretly hoping she'd come back out and do the hard part for him. But he had already been standing there, his chest heaving heavily, for several minutes.
So, he swallowed the lump in his throat and knocked. Finally.
"(Y/n)..."
He waited a few moments before knocking again.
"Please... I just want to talk-"
Then the door in front of him clicked unlocked, and he gently pushed it open, revealing (Y/n) sitting on her bed, her head turned away from the door and instead towards her bedside lamp; the only source of light at this moment in her quiet space.
So, Stephen made his way through her room, finding a seat next to her, his hands awkwardly not knowing what to do with themselves as he sat there, wanting to bring comfort to his friend but also not wanting to overstep in any way.
"I'm..."
He paused, his voice just above a whisper before he sighed, taking a deep breath himself before continuing.
"I'm sorry, (Y/n). That was... insensitive... of me, to say the least."
His words were cautious, and careful, clearly thinking about the right words to say as he spoke them. And he continued to stare at the floor as he awaited a response, having accepted she may not be ready to give one, and was prepared to wait, or give her space-
"It's ok."
Her voice was shaky, but didn't sound upset in any capacity. And her head slowly turned to meet him, a tug on one corner of her lips indicating her embarrassment more than anything else right then and there.
So, instinctively, he reached out to his side and grabbed her hand, gently letting his thumb graze over her knuckles before he spoke.
"Is there anything I can do to help the situation...?"
He looked up from their hands and saw her studying them. Then proceeded to watch her shake her head softly, a forced smile appearing against her lips.
"No."
She spoke, taking another deep breath before unhooking their hands and moving her own back onto her lap.
"It's not your responsibility, Stephen. I just have to suck it up and deal with it."
She finally looked up, meeting his furrowed brows, and understanding he was far from pleased by her response.
"(Y/n), I hate to say it, but as the sorcerer supreme, and technically your boss, these missions are my responsibility and business. And as my friend, I want you to be comfortable and succeed."
A chuckle escaped her lips, his choice of words raising her brow at his statement.
"Firstly, you're not my boss. That's not how the sorcerer supreme operates."
"Well, I am your superior, hence the 'supreme'."
His voice was cocky, the words flowing out of his mouth with a melodic ring and a note of confidence as he spoke. And a smile followed in suit seeing (Y/n) start to relax a bit with the easiness of the conversation, as made evident by her playful eye roll.
"Keep telling yourself that." She replied, clearly not convinced by his statement, "Secondly, since when has any of my progress been 'your business'?"
She questioned, her arms folding over her chest comfortably, a smug smile challenging him and his words.
"I'll have you know, I make it my business to know about every situation that goes on regarding some of my highest ranking sorcerers. Specifically including the ones at my right hand, who also help me here in the sanctum and on foreign affairs."
His smile was much more than smug or confident could describe, and he leaned back, placing his weight onto his arms as they slid behind him. But the smile was also playful, teasing in nature. And (Y/n) knew Stephen thought he ended the conversation there with a victory.
"Oh yeah?"
She questioned, seeing him nod graciously.
"Then tell me, sorcerer supreme, what are the details of my mission that have me so worried?"
She stood, moving herself in front of him, her arms still crossed over her chest as she kept a 'curious' gaze focused onto him. And she hid her victorious smile as she watched his smug little look disappear instantly, his eyes blinking as he tried to remember those details she was searching for.
"Uh-"
"Uh? You don't sound very confident now, do you, Stephen?"
Stephen's head dropped, and he shook his head gently, accepting defeat as they both shared a giggle. And he raised his hands in mock surrender as he spoke.
"Ok, ok. Fine. But I mean it when I say I value you highly, (Y/n)."
He stood, finding himself standing in front of her, and he let his hands land gently atop her shoulders, pushing her gaze into his to reassure her of his words.
"Yeah, well, value won't help me with this one."
She spoke, an awkward smile finishing her sentence.
"Go on then. Tell me, what exactly is it that you have to do for this mission?"
She exhaled before reluctantly answering.
"I'm being sent undercover to gain information from disciples of Nightmare. The word is that he's planning some form of attack against you and we need to know how and why, so we can stop it."
"Right..." Stephen paused, his expression very much not fully following her nervousness about such a situation while also trying to ignore the fact that she did technically just admit that she was nervous about a mission trying to protect him...
At least, that's what it sounded like to him.
Or... what he was choosing to hear.
"And what does that have to do with a date?"
She rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed with his ability to piece situations together at this moment.
"I thought you had a PhD?" She asked, tilting her head and pouting, causing Stephen to move his hands off her shoulders and onto his hips, an unamused look on his face drawing a giggle from her before she continued, "I need to gain their leader's trust in order for him to talk to me."
"And...?"
"Andddd in order to do so, I've been instructed specifically to play the role of-"
"A love interest..."
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Okok don't hate me I know this will be long but I really hoping the pay off is *chefs kiss*
Also, how do we feel about spicy vs smutty, lmk what you guys prefer to see!Until next time <3
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FanfictionThe Sanctum Sanctorum, Kamar-Taj, perhaps Avenger's Tower? Heck, even Metro-General Hospital. These places hold stories untold of our master of the mystic arts, from surgeon to sorcerer supreme. - A collection of short stories and one-shots that re...