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Nightmare paradise; Doctor Strange x daughter reader

*Author's note*

Okay so this may not be the best fic I've written but I've been wanting to write a Stephen Strange daughter fic for awhile (WITHOUT trying to write the typical Peter Parker love interest mixed in). So this was slightly inspired by Wandavision in a sense so no worries about any spoilers for that series if you're watching it. Now I leave the face cast of Nightmare basically open to ANY male actor you guys dream or think could be the PERFECT fit for Nightmare, I myself kinda saw voice actor Troy Baker (if you know his VA career from the Joker, that's what I kinda imagined for Nightmare's voice which is IRONIC cause Mark Hamill voiced Nightmare in a few of Marvel's cartoons on Disney XD).

But again I leave Nightmare casting to all of you, hell let me know in the comments who YOU see being Nightmare. So Warnings are swearing, battle sequences, the BLIP mentioned, Thanos, and I think that's it.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring off. I groaned and reached out to try and shut it off but no matter how many times I was slamming my hand on my desk, my alarm was still blaring. Finally I got out from under my covers and unplugged my clock and saw just how bright it was outside. I let out a groan and collapsed back to my pillows.

"Why do I have to be woken up so early?" I groaned tiredly before heaving myself upward and out of my bed. I walked towards my jointed bathroom and took my morning shower. After that I got changed and went downstairs to eat my breakfast.

I lifted my hand and soon a pop-tart came into my hand and I unwrapped the tinfoil and took out one of the two pop-tarts.

"It somehow amuses me to see you use your mystic arts to bring you your breakfast when you could just get it yourself." That deep familiar baritone voice spoke out to me.

"Coming from the guy who just last month used his powers to wash his car when he was teaching me the form of astral projection." I sassed back at him.

"That was for the purpose of multitasking."

"That's not a real thing."

"What are you talking about of course it is."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too times infinity times infinity there I win!" I chuckled and teasingly poked my tongue out at him.

"When did you get sassier than me, dad?"

"More like you inherited your sass from me. But no one can out sass me." He said as he playfully booped my nose.

"Yeah but never forget dad," I then took his arm and kicked his leg in before tossing him over my shoulder to finally pin him down. "I'm the more clever fighter out of the two of us." He hummed questioningly.

"You sure about that?" suddenly I was levitated in the air and constricted in a familiar red velvet cloth. I looked down to see the cloak of levitation had my arms pinned to my sides and was levitating me just a few inches off the ground.

"You cheat!"

"The Sorcerer Supreme never cheats."

"But my father does."

"You know you better choose your next sentence very carefully." My dad threatened with that growl-like tone to his voice, but the twinkle of mischief and playful smirk on his face told me that this wasn't a real threat.

"Or what? Parlor magician." Next thing I knew the cloak of levitation had lifted part of it's material up and it started messing up my hair. Not only getting it tangled up but making sure it gave my hair a static charge to it.