A/N: This oneshot was inspired by Strange Magic by ELO and from the movie, Strange Magic. In this oneshot, the Reader is the child of Dr. Strange and is secretly dating Peter Parker. Enjoy!
Warnings: One swear word, mentions of sex
You love your dad, you really do. And that’s saying something considering Stephen Strange is one of the most difficult individuals to get along with. But you had been there through it all: the accident, finding Kamar-Taj, Dormammu. You always believed in the good that he had. And after everything that happened, he became a better father to you: giving you the attention you deserved even teaching you the Mystic Arts when you expressed an interest in them.
But then there were days when he acted like a typical dad. Such as the day he met your secret boyfriend.
It is a day off for the residents of the New York Sanctum. Wong is currently in his bed, listening to some Adele as he pages through some books while your father is doing work in another part of the Sanctum. Perfect opportunity to sneak out. Granted, you must be very careful, as no doubt sneaking past two powerful sorcerers isn’t easy.
You quietly make your way down the steps, pausing to glance back to see if anyone has followed you. Breathing a sigh of relief, you slip on the Sling Ring and raise your hand, waving it in a circular motion just like your dad taught you. Unfortunately, before the portal can even become large enough for you to fit through, you are stopped by someone. Or rather, something.
“Damn it,” you whisper, forgetting about the Cloak of Levitation. It flies in front of you, raising its flaps as one would do with hands on hips as if to say, ‘Where do you think you are going, young one?’
“I’m just going out.” The Cloak doesn’t move from its spot. “To meet someone.” Nope, still frozen. “I’m meeting my boyfriend,” you mutter lowly. The cloak lowers its folds, before circling around you, pushing you this way and that, pestering you.
“Okay, okay, okay!” you mutteringly yell, praying that no one else in the Sanctum heard you. “I’m visiting Peter.”
The cloak freezes before rushing towards you and draping itself over your shoulders. You chuckle, knowing that the cloak is very fond of the youngest Avenger. “You wanna come with me?”
The cloak rustles eagerly in reply. Shaking your head at it, you open the portal, landing in a small park, tackling a certain dark haired, brown eyed boy from behind.
“Hi, Peter!” You greet him with a smile on your face.
“Gaahhhh!” He screams, pushing you off and slinging a web that stuck your hand to the grass. However, when he sees it’s you, he starts babbling out apologies.
“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. I didn’t mean to injure you. I mean why would I injure you? You’re an awesome person and you don’t deserve a guy who sticks you to the ground but not like that. I meant in a totally innocent—”
“Peter, hey, I’m fine.” You tell him, using your magic to free yourself from the web before standing up and brushing off your clothes before going to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. The cloak lifts itself off your shoulders to brush Peter’s cheek before returning to you.
“It insisted,” you explain at Peter’s raised eyebrow. He chuckles, before taking your hand and you two begin to walk around the park.
“So, how are things back at the base?” You ask him.
“The usual. Training, family dinners, food fights, prank wars, movie nights, missions,” he lists.
“Sounds peaceful,” you remark dryly.
“It’s awesome. So, what about you?” He gently bumps your shoulder. “How are things back at the lair?”
“First of all, it’s the Sanctum.” You pointedly remind him, to which he playfully rolls his eyes. “Second, it’s been quiet. Almost disturbingly. But Dad and Wong keep showing me new tricks.” To demonstrate your point, you let go of his hand and Peter watches in awe as you conjure up a ball of golden magic, letting it float into the air before it rains down in a shower of golden sparks.
“It’s beautiful,” he remarks, though his eyes are not on the magic. You shyly brush your hair with your hand before the two of you continue your walk.
Peter leads you to a secluded part of the park, where he points to a bunch of trees from which is strung a web hammock positioned clearly in a place where you two would get a clear view of the night sky.
“Surprise!” He spreads his arms, obviously impressed with himself. You let out a squeal of delight, giving another cheek kiss. “This is perfect.”
“Need a lift?” he asks.
“How about you let me do the honours?” You turn to the cloak. “What do you say? You want to show him what we can do?”
The cloak flaps eagerly in response. “Okay, hold on to me,” you instructed Peter.
“Ummm…how?” he questions hesitantly, afraid that he might overstep some boundaries. Also, it is a bit tricky considering he was a bit taller than you.
“Like this.” You bend down and put your arm behind his knees and use your other arm to support his back. Peter’s face heats up at this position, but the proximity of your face to his quickly begins to occupy his mind. He could never get over how beautiful you look: with your h/c that was so soft to touch and that complimented your e/c eyes that always reflected your mood perfectly, adding shine to your s/t skin.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask.
“I will always look at you like this,” he replies so sincerely, never taking his eyes off you for a second. Your head ducks down, amazed at how this boy could be so sweet with his words.
“Come on, Spider boy.” With that, you lift off from the ground, ascending slowly until you are level with the web. You gently place Peter on it who scoots to make room for you to descend. You stroke the cloak before asking if you two can have a little privacy.
It shakes itself. “You don’t have to go far. Just a little way. Please?”
It pauses then nods, giving you and Peter a fond brush on the cheek before zooming into the trees. Finally alone, you and Peter lay next to each other. One arm goes around your shoulder as you lay your head on his chest. Your legs tangle together as you both gaze at the night sky, the hammock swaying slightly in the breeze.
For once, the world isn’t being ravaged by monsters, aliens, the supernatural, or evil organizations. In that moment, the only thing you can hear is the steady heartbeat of the boy you cared so much about and you take comfort in knowing that he feels the same way you do, and he never fails to show it, even in the smallest ways.
“Thank you for this.” You lift your head higher, propping yourself up on one elbow. “I’m…really lucky to have you,” you confess.
Peter’s smile grows big and it shines brighter than the stars above. “Really?” he asks like an eager little kid.
“Really, really.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Did you just quote Shrek to me?”
You roll your eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me Spidey.”
And he does, leaning forwards slightly before he finds your lips. You brush a stray curl of his before letting your hand run through his hair before settling on his cheek. Despite your eyes being closed, you could see flashes of light interspersing as he pulled you closer, kissing you so gently it was like floating on a cloud.
Unbeknownst to the two of you, your magic had begun to work of its own accord, breaking out into sparks that floated upwards and erupted in mini fireworks. Some of the magic traveled underneath yours and Peter’s intertwined bodies, zinging this way and that, creating a platform that levitated you and Peter a few inches off the web.
Soon, the kiss ends and you two find yourself floating off the web. Peter’s eyes widen. “Whoa. How did this happen?”
You bite your lip as you realize the reason. “My magic. It usually reacts strongly…when I feel…things.”
“Like what?”
“Like…this.” You make a back and forth gesture with your hand, indicating you and him.
“And…uh…what would you call this?” he asks cautiously, wanting to know but trying to give you the space you needed.
You hesitate. You feel that you are not ready to say anything. There’s still a long way to go before you can even say those words. So instead, you answer, “Something really good.”
“That’s…that’s awesome,” Peter answers, a little disappointed but it is overshadowed by the fact that your relationship is something special to the both of you. “But, just one question.”
He looks around, realizing you two are still floating. “How do we get down?”
Sunlight peeks in through your eyelids as you snuggle in closer to a warm, hard pillow that makes a soft noise as you wrap your arms around it.
Wait…hard, warm, noise…that doesn’t sound like a pillow. You open your eyes and widen in shock as you realize that you and Peter are still on the web hammock he made the night before. The sun is shining directly above the two of you, occasionally blocked by a flying bird. Your head swivels around for the cloak but it isn’t there.
Oh God, you and Peter are so dead. “Peter. Peter.” You shake him harder, but all you get is a mumble that sounds suspiciously like “Five more minutes, May.”
“Peter Parker! Wake up!” At your urgent tone, Peter’s eyes shot awake. He finally began to register that he isn’t in his bed in his apartment in Queens. Instead, he’s in a web attached to some trees suspended above the ground in a park.
“Oh shit!” Peter curses repeatedly, his eyes darting as he took in his surroundings. “Mr. Stark’s going to kill me!”
“You’re damn right about that,” a voice says and something hard and uncomfortable pounds around in your stomach as you see Iron Man followed by your dad sporting the cloak.
“Y/F/N Y/M/N Strange.” Doctor Strange remarks, his hands crossed as his eyes travel to you and Peter. “Mr. Parker.”
“Kid, seriously? I get a call from your aunt, who happens to be worried sick about you, saying that you didn’t come home last night, and I find that you are here, canoodling with the wizard’s kid?” Tony scolds, anger evident in his tone.
Peter and you try to explain but that it isn’t anything like that but your dad steps in.
“Y/N, sneaking out is one thing but not telling me about your boyfriend is another.” Your mouth drops open in shock.
“You knew?! How?!”
“He knows?!” Peter exclaims, staring in disbelief at you.
“You knew about this?! And didn’t think to tell me?” Tony questions the sorcerer, who promptly ignores him as he answers you.
“Your magic. You forget that I keep watch on all magical activities on this realm. Including yours,” Stephen explains.
“Wait. So, you’ve been doing magic around my kid? If you’ve messed with his head…” Tony growls, moving towards you menacingly.
“Magic does not work like that, Stark. However, Y/N and I need to have a talk. At the Sanctum.” The last word is said in a pointed tone. You are dreading the lecture that awaits you, but further rebellion isn’t an option now that you were caught.
“Kid, you and I are going to have a little chat back at the compound.” Tony flies forward, taking Peter by the arm.
“But—” Peter turns to you, his eyes saying that he does not want to leave. You give him a small, sad smile before turning to your dad, who opens a portal, which you and he enter. The last thing you see before it closes is Tony flying away with your boyfriend.
You face your dad, who is surveying you with your arms crossed, floating slightly above the ground. “Care to explain yourself?”
“I…don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Well, to begin with, of all the people in the world, why the spiderling?” He sounds disappointed, almost as if he expects better of you. “Surely, there are better choices out there.”
You shake his head at him. “No Dad, there aren’t.”
“And pray tell, why?” Before any more words can come out of your mouth, he adds, “And please spare me the ‘but daddy, I love him’ nonsense. I like to believe you are more sensible than that.” The cloak lowers him to the ground, his arms folded as he waits for an explanation.
“Because Peter’s a good person, dad.” He scoffs at that, but you continue as if you have not heard him. “He’s brave and kind and smart. He understands what it’s like to have to deal with something most people can’t even understand.” No change in his expression. “He’s someone I can trust, someone I can talk to when I need it. He makes me smile and…” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, almost scared to admit this to him. After all, it is something that only began to happen, and it meant something bigger that you aren’t ready for yet.
“Something happens to my magic when he’s around.” Your father’s face softens for a moment, curiosity peeking through this change in expression.
“How?”
“When I was with him the other night—” your father raises an eyebrow at your words, but you roll your eyes. “Dad, it is nothing like that. Really, after that graphic talk, I think you’ve put my mind off sex for a while.”
He smirks triumphantly at that. “Continue, please,” bringing you back to what you were saying about your magic.
“When I was with him the other night, my magic sort of…manifested. Without meaning to, we were floating. And I had no intention of even doing that.”
He raises an eyebrow at that. “And what do you think could have caused such a…flare in your magic?”
You put your face in your hands, feeling this conversation has taken a rather embarrassing turn. Well, more embarrassing than it already has. But you take a deep breath and say, “Because I really, really like Peter. Don’t you remember how that felt like?”
And for a moment, he does. Bright eyes, joyous laughter, soft lips, a last goodbye. He knows, and he can see that you are experiencing it for the first time. As a rational human being, he knows you can take care of yourself. As a father, he still fears you might end up losing something important to you as he once did.
“Is there really no one else? Anyone…at all?” he asks as a last ditch effort for a way out of this.
“None.”
A long silence follows, in which you watch your dad think things over. You clench your hands in anticipation, your nerves becoming more fraught as each second passes. You lick your lips, wondering what his answer will be.
“Fine. The spiderling can court you.” You cheer at this. “But, I have two conditions. One—” he holds up a finger, “no more sneaking out. And two—” two fingers, “you’ll have to give me a demonstration of that magic you have just explained to me.”
All the blood and nerves drain out of your body, leaving you cold and numb at his words. Demonstrate? As in…oh, as if this day hadn’t been mortifying enough. “Must I?”
“No disobedience goes unpunished.”
“Says the man who has no problem with breaking the rules.”
“Only when absolutely necessary, Y/N. When absolutely necessary.”
Things have not been going Peter’s way all morning. First, there is waking up to see Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange (who happened to be your dad) angry with the two of you. Then, there is the scathing lecture he received from both Mr. Stark (“Kid, sneaking out is one thing, but secretly dating someone is another. Especially if that someone happens to be the wizard’s offspring. Really? Why did it have to be his kid?) and Aunt May (“Peter, do you have any idea how worried I was? And I’m only finding out now that you’re dating someone? First, I find out you’re Spiderman and then I find out that the person you’re dating happens to be the child of a sorcerer? And secondly, sneaking out? And not coming back? Please tell me you at least used protection.”) He had to remind his aunt that he is sixteen and not even ready for something like that along with the fact that nothing had happened between the two of you. As punishment, he had been banned from working in the labs and was subjected to extra training, courtesy of Steve and Natasha, so his body is sore all over and he can barely move a muscle.
Suddenly, a familiar portal begins to appear in the Avengers common room, causing everyone to halt in their tasks as they watch it increase in size. Peter’s eyes widen in shock when you step through the portal followed by your dad.
You march determinedly towards him, trying to ignore the stares of the Avengers and Tony’s rapid protests about you and your dad’s visit. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Peter says.
“Well, the good news is that I can still date you. That is, if you’re still up for it,” You admit shyly, your hands fiddling with each other.
“What? Of course, I’m up for it.” Your face breaks into a smile at his answer. “And the…the bad news?” He asks, concerned. You turn to your dad, who nods his head as if to say, ‘you have to do it’.
With that, you press your lips to Peter’s whose eyes widen in surprise, before they close as he slowly relaxes into the kiss. Gingerly, he wraps his arm around your waist, his body screaming in protest, but he pays it no mind as he moves lips against yours.
Shocked yells and exclamations echo around the room as you and Peter begin to float a few inches off the ground, fireworks erupting around the two of you as the kiss continues. Nobody moves for a full ten seconds before Tony steps in. “Alright, you two, break it up! There will be no funny business in this compound!”
With that, you and Peter break apart, both of you landing on your feet with a soft thump. Peter lets out a small moan of pain, prompting you to support him and gently place him on the couch. “Sorry,” you apologize.
“What just happened?” Tony questions. “Strange?” he asks, turning to Stephen.
“Just some strange magic, I suppose,” the sorcerer answers, shrugging.
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