"Bring my Daughter back." - Doctor Strange x Daughter!reader
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“Please-”
“No, Y/N. How many times have I said no?” My father rolls his eyes, putting his mug of coffee back down on the table.
“Why not?” I pout, trying to guilt-trip him into letting me have my own way. I desperately wanted to train in the Sanctum just like he had, but he kept claiming that it was ‘too dangerous’ and that he didn’t want me to get hurt.
“You know perfectly well why I don’t want you to train in the Sanctum. I don’t think it’s necessary that I tell you again, I don’t want you to do something stupid and get hurt.” My dad sighs, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I slump down in disappointment, I knew he’d reject my wishes again. I try my pout again, followed by the puppy eyes, hoping that somewhere, I could pull at my father’s heart enough to make him change his mind.
“Don’t pull that on me, it won’t work.” Dad gave me the warning glare, I slumped further down into my chair. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my brain, if my Dad wouldn’t let me join the Sanctum and practice magic, there was always another option.
I leapt out of my chair, startling my dad as I went, I headed for the door so that I could exit.
“Y/N, where are you going?” He shouts after me, the realisation hit him in the face. “Don’t you even think about it young lady, do not go and ask him if you can join! Get back here!”
“What is she asking who?” I ran face-first into the answer to all my problems, Wong.
“Wong! My favourite human ever! My best friend, light of my life and all that. I need a favour.” I grin up at him, puppy eyes at the ready as Wong always falls for them.
“Wong, stay strong. Don’t listen to her, don’t fall for her eyes. Ignore her, please Wong. Do not listen to a word that comes from her mouth.” My dad pleads, it was his turn to use the puppy dog eyes on Wong this time.
“What is it you require me to help with, Y/N?” Wong rolls his eyes at my dad.
“We-ell, a certain father of mine won’t let me train to be a sorcerer in the sanctum, so I was wondering, please, if you’d let me train. Please, and thank you.” I give Wong a little bow of respect as he’s the Sorcerer Supreme, and then I pull my puppy eyes out on the man.
Wong’s face wrangles in pain, it was evident that my puppy eyes were working on him, so I pout at him as well, the pain growing stronger and stronger on his face. Dad glared at him, Wong turned away in an attempt to block out the guilt-tripping I was doing.
“Come on, be strong, block her out.” My dad encourages, smiling at the Sorcerer Supreme gently. My dad continues to encourage him, trying to distract him from me and my pleas to be taught sorcery.
“Strange, her begging is too powerful, I can’t say no to her. Look at her for crying out loud, how the hell am I supposed to say no to your daughter? Look how sweet she is, is she crying? Y/N?” Wong swivels around, ignoring the disappointed sigh that my dad let out from behind him.
I look up at Wong, the fake tears pool at the base of my eyelids, Wong’s hardened expression melts at the sight of me, he immediately pulls me into a hug.
“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m sorry that your father is so set on keeping you away from sorcery, you’d make a fine sorcerer. You really would.” Wong tries to comfort me.
“Wong, she’s trying to guilt-trip you.” My father warns, Wong waves him off and opens a portal.
“It would be my honour to teach you.” Wong says, walking the both of us through the portal, beginning to close it off.
“Bring my daughter back here now, don’t you dare close that portal Wong, bring her back now!” My father yells, the portal closes and Wong smiles.
“Thank you, and sorry for guilt-tripping you.” I grin at the Sorcerer Supreme, he shakes his head fondly.
“You know, I would have taught you either way.”
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To watch a book burn…My eyes are smarting…In the conflagration I hear the breath of the man who composed the text, and the breath of the man who formed the words, one after the other, and the breath of the man who reads it…I hear this trinity breathing as one and the same being, steadily in and out, until the fire consumes the breath from their lungs, disbanding the fellowship of those whom the book nurtured.
Sjón, From the Mouth of the Whale (trans. Victoria Cribb)
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