nails by jaz

A Strange Request (Part 2)

Pairings: Doctor Strange x Reader

Warnings: Cursing?

A/N: Hey guys! I know I said I was going to post this a week after the first one, (and I fully intended to) but I always post these at night and I kept falling asleep before I could post! (yep it’s finals season again) Anyway, I got super excited about this story line so I’m moving on to the dreaded third part of the series. I’ll have G remind me to actually get this part posted soon. ~A

Originally posted by moriarteawantstobreakfree

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You were sitting on your bed with Jaz, filling her in on what had happened in the library. Huginn glared down at you from his perch on the desk, you’d managed to wake him up from his sleep with your animated retelling.

“So how did he know it was you?” Jaz

“I have no idea!” You sighed, “He always seems to know everything that goes on in the library.”

“It’s almost like he knows magic!” Jaz gasped, giving you a wide-eyed look.

“Shut up.”

“Well if you’re going to say stupid shi-” She was interrupted by a sharp rap at the door. You and Jaz turned to each other, twin looks of confusion on your faces.

“Were you expecting someone?” Jaz said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“No! It was just supposed to be us…” you trailed off. You stood and walked hesitantly towards the door. At times like this, you really wished you had a peephole. Or I could learn to use x-ray vision. If that’s even a thing.

You were just about to slide back the lock when Jaz shouted, “Wait!”

“What?” You whipped around and flattened yourself against the door.

“Maybe it’s Strange!” Jaz hissed excitedly, clasping her hands together in excitement.

“It’s not going to be Strange,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well you should at least fix your hair. Just in case,” Jaz said.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” You said, moving a step closer to the door as you heard another, more forceful knock.

“Um…nothing I guess,” Jaz said hesitantly, noticing your sour expression. You rushed over to your scrying bowl, using it as a makeshift mirror. After fiddling with your hair for a bit, you ran back to the door and wrenched it open. Stephen Strange stood at your doorstep, arms crossed over his chest and right foot tapping.

“Hey,” you managed to squeak out, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Hi,” Strange replied. “I was going to down to the library, but I figured I might as well save myself the trip and check here first.”

“Maybe come back in a few days when my probation’s up,” you laughed. You scratched at the doorknob and hoped he wouldn’t notice the slight quavering in your voice. “Sorry you had to waste your time coming all the way up here.”

“I wouldn’t call it a complete waste of time,” Strange shrugged. He grinned and ran his hand through his hair, “Anyway, if I’m going to keep bumping into you, I was wondering if you’d want to go out sometime…maybe just for coffee or something?” Met with only silence, he raked his hand through his hair again and took a step back, “Maybe that was a little too forward,” he chuckled. “Listen, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh!” You cried, “I was just a little…surprised, that’s all. I have a friend over right now, but I’d absolutely love to go out with you another time.”

You opened the door a little wider and gestured toward Jaz with the hand that wasn’t trying to strangle the poor doorknob. “I can leave,” she shouted from her spot on the bed. Huginn squawked in protest at the sudden racket.

Strange tried to peer into the room over your shoulder, “Do you have a bird in here?”

“It’s a long story,” you sighed.

“So we’ll have something to talk about on Saturday then?”

“Satur-? Oh!” You smiled when you finally realized what he was saying. “I guess we will.”

“Does five sound good? There’s a cafe on the edge of town that makes a mean chai tea,” Strange said.

“Five sounds perfect.”

“Alright, see you then,” Strange smiled before turning to leave.

“See you then!” You called as he turned down the hall. You slumped against the door and covered your eyes with your hands.

“So…when’s the wedding?” Jaz said, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed. She started humming the wedding march and Huginn flew to her shoulder, chirping in accompaniment. “Traitor,” you managed to gasp between giggles, snatching a pillow off the bed at tossing it at them for good measure.

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You tugged at the hem of your dressiest set of dark red robes.

“Do you think this is okay?” You said, adjusting your collar in the mirror.

“You’re going to a coffee shop, not Buckingham palace,” Jaz said. “I’m sure you’re fine.”

“I don’t know what he’s expecting, okay?” You sighed. You almost started fidgeting with your hair but stopped when you remembered how long it had taken you to make it look semi-presentable. Huginn flew over to your shoulder and nuzzled your neck, cooing reassuringly in your ear. “Thanks bud,” you said, reaching over to stroke his head. He cooed again and fluffed his feathers proudly. You walked back over to you bed and sat down, nervously picking at your nails.

“Hey,” Jaz said gently, grabbing both of your hands in hers, “you look beautiful, okay?”

“I know but-”

“Y/n, you have absolutely nothing to worry about, and I’m not just saying that so you don’t ruin your nails.”

You looked down at your already chipping nail polish and laughed, “Thanks for helping me get ready.”

“No problem!” Jaz grinned, “Just don’t undo all my hard work before he gets here.”

You laughed again and leaned back, Huginn flapping his wings to keep his balanced. You were about to speak when you heard a sudden knock on the door. Almost immediately, the meandering butterflies in your stomach seemed to whip themselves into a frenzy.

“I’ll get it,” Jaz said, reading your tense expression. She paused in front of the door, patting her hair and straightening her shirt before opening the door. “Hi!” She chirped.

“Hi. It’s Jaz, right?” Strange said, smiling when Jaz nodded, “Is y/n ready yet?”

“Yeah, she’ll be out a minute,” Jaz said, looking back at you. She closed the door in his face and ran over to where you were sitting. “It’s time to get going sweetie.”

“Sweetie?” You snorted, raising an eyebrow.

“I read it in a book, okay?” Jaz sighed. “Now get out. I was going to mooch off your wifi.”

“Wha-?”

“We both know the signal in your room is way better.”

You stood and took in a shuddering breath to steady yourself, “Wish me luck.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jaz gave you a quick hug before stealing your place on the bed. You pulled back your shoulders, straightened your back, and threw the door open.

“Hey,” Strange grinned, tucking a rogue strand of hair behind his ear, “you look great.”

“Thanks,” you blushed, stepping out from behind the door. “You look good too.”

Strange nodded towards your shoulder, “I like your little accessory.”

You looked down at your shoulder and realized Huginn had decided to hitch a ride. “Hugh! You know you can’t come with me.” Huginn made a small gurgling sound and dug his talons a little deeper into your shoulder.

“Is that your feathered friend from the other day?” Strange grinned.

“Yeah, this is Huginn. He’s kind of like a pet.” Huginn gurgled again and pecked at your neck.

“Maybe he’s a familiar,” Strange laughed. “He does seem like a little more than a pet.”

“A what?” You said.

Strange’s eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand, “C’mon, I’ll explain as we go down to the café.”

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The sky had faded to dusty shade of purple by the time you and Strange finally left the café. He interlaced his fingers with yours and pulled you a little closer. You could hear Huginn diving down from his perch on a nearby rooftop, but you didn’t feel the usual prick of his claws on your shoulder.

“I guess he likes me,” Strange said, straining his eyes to try and see the bird that was nestled on top of his head.

“Huginn!” You cried, “Get off of him this instant you little rascal.”

“Rascal?” Strange raised an eyebrow. “Watch out Huginn. She might bust out the varmints and the scalawags next.”

You laughed and punched him in the shoulder, “Don’t blame me if he poops on your head.”

Strange shook his head and grinned, swinging your hand back and forth.

“I love shaved ice,” you sighed as you noticed a small cart at the end of the street. Strange looked around for a moment before spotting the small cart and the last few stragglers around it.

“You want me to get you one?” Strange asked.

“That would be awesome.”

Strange stopped in front of the cart and greeted the man in another language, letting go of your hand to point at the cart a few times.

After a moment, he turned back to you, “Alright, I know this is going to be an extremely difficult choice,” Strange sighed, “but I have to ask. Do you want strawberry or mango?”

“Mango.”

“Good choice,” Strange laughed. He handed a few coins to the man who gave him two bright orange snow cone. He walked back to where you were standing and bowed, presenting you with your snow cone, “Here you are m’lady,” he said, a mischievous light in his eyes.

“Why thank you good sir,” you replied, adopting a fake British accent.

“Of course m’lady,” Strange nodded. “Any other noble quests for me to complete this evening? Perhaps a maiden to rescue, or a dragon to slay?”

“I simply ask that you escort me back to my quarters sirrah.”

“Well I’m sure that could be arranged for one as fair as you,” Strange said, offering you his arm. You looped your arm through his, and the two of you continued off down the path. You started eating your snow cone, you lips staining bright orange from the sticky mango flavored syrup. Huginn flew down to your shoulder and croaked into your ear. You brought your snow cone up to your shoulder, and he pecked at it before sneezing and shaking out his feathers. Laughing, you leaned into Strange shoulder and pulled him a little closer. “This reminds me of when I was little,” you sighed. “My parents used to bring us down to Long Beach for the first week of summer break. On our last day there, Dad would always buy us snow cones and we’d just walk along the boardwalk.”

“That sounds amazing,” Strange smiled. “Have you ever gone back?”

“I always wanted to,” you sighed, looking off into the distance. “I just…never got around to it.”

“You’ll go back one day.”

“Really? So you can see the future now, huh?”

“It’s one of my best kept secrets,” Strange said, leaning in conspiratorially. You continued walking, lost in a world of neon ice and golden sand, almost running into Strange who had stopped in front of you.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Well this is your room isn’t it?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Sorry, I was kind of distracted.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Strange grinned. He leaned down and you closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you. Instead he wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed you on the cheek, his lips cold. “G’night,” he called, and just like that, he was gone.

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I hope you liked this fic and remember there will be a third part (let me know if you want me to tag you). Thanks again to the Anon that sent in the request. ~A

(A Strange Request Part One)

And Part Three