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[ironstrangehaven]

someone's a little thirsty

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[ironstrangehaven]

Yandere Tony Stark x Dr. Strange

By @alphinna: Heyyy! I saw your post about Yandere related things, and was wondering if you could do either ironstrange (Stephen x Tony) or winteriron (Bucky x Tony) where either of em are Yandere? All good if not <33

Of course, dear one! So, Ironstrange is basically one of my OTPs in the MCU and I'm so sorry for not writing it soon! Anyway, I think it's more compatible if Tony was the one who got obsessive with Stephen, like, I belive that even in his own arrogant ways, Tony would indeed develop some interesting in magic and other stuff he does.

Besides, they both have very similar personality characteristics and it kind of makes it easier for Tony to actually approach Stephen and he would try to gain his affections, but obviously Stephen would deadpan-ly rejects him.

But it doesn't stop Tony, cause he's not known for acepting no for an answer until he receives a yes :]

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by @SodomfenoL26689

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[ironstrangehaven]

"why are you looking at me like that?"

ironstrange 😇

Everybody lives / No Snap AU

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When it’s all over, when Thanos is defeated, T’Challa throws an absolutely ridiculous party in Wakanda. Everyone goes; the battle is only a few days in the past and they could all use a few drinks alongside people who understood.

Tony doesn’t bother trying to circulate. He’s not here to network, and T’Challa is playing host, so Tony’s free to unwind. He finds a comfortable seat, stretches out, and sips his drink, letting his gaze drink in the sight of friends, colleagues, and those of uncertain status. It’s good to see them alive. All of them.

Eventually, the back of his neck prickles and he glances around to find Doctor Strange staring at him. His expression is so out of place that it takes Tony a minute to place it: it’s grief. He frowns. Given the size of the battle, the lack of casualties is a miracle, and Strange is the one who found the way; he ought to be celebrating. So Tony gets up and makes his way over. 

Strange looks away when he realizes Tony is approaching him. Tony doesn’t let that deter him. “You okay?” he asks quietly.

“Fine.”

Tony waits, letting his raised eyebrows speak for him. 

Finally, Strange slumps. “It’s going to be awhile,” he murmurs, “before I look at any of you and see the victory instead of the failures.”

Tony’s not sure he’ll ever understand what Strange went through to find the narrow path to victory, but he doesn’t think he needs to. Not for this. He turns to stand next to Strange, shuffling close enough that their shoulders press firmly together. “Keep on looking,” he says, nodding out at the celebrating crowd. He turns his head to catch Strange’s eye. “We’ll be here.”

Strange smiles faintly. “You always are. Thank you, Tony.”

#ironstrange #triple drabble #fanfic

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🗣️ :)

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"I'm having to do so much homework to impress Tony, I've never been gifted with physics or engineering but I feel like I have to understand everything that comes out of his mouth to be attractive and it's exhausting. There's always that joke, right? Biology is the softest subject of all the sciences. My biochem professor said all we did in Anatomy 101 was colour in pictures. I hated it back then, dismissing the difficulties of medicine and all that but now I think there's some truth to it. Understanding quantum mechanics is giving me a headache and an existential crisis and this isn't even advanced college level stuff. Do you think there's a spell that could make me gifted at physics? Maybe then he'd recognise me more."

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#ironstrange #headcanons

[ironstrangehaven]

by @kuranaru616

#ironstrange #fanart

[ironstrangehaven]

"i just want to you love me one more time"

ironstrange 😇

The obvious place to go with this is Stephen saying it after the 14 million futures, which of course meant that my muse automatically insisted it had to be Tony saying it. (I also pondered a porny response, but the muse wasn’t feeling it.)

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It’s obvious that Stephen’s walked in on a private conversation. Pepper’s body language is closed, her expression pained. Tony is sitting up in bed—something he’s supposed to do sparingly until Stephen has bled off the lingering power of the Infinity Stones—and he’s reaching out to her. Stephen should turn and leave, but then Tony speaks:

“Pepper, please. I just want you to love me one more time.”

She smiles sadly. “It’s always ‘one more time’. I keep giving you chances to put me first, but you never do.” She laughs, dashing tears off her cheeks. “It’s terrible of me, to want to come before the world, but it still breaks my heart every time.” Tony’s heart is clearly breaking now. Stephen aches with him; he knows this pain. 

Pepper turns, and Tony’s eyes follow her, and they see him. “I apologize for intruding,” Stephen murmurs. “I should go.”

“No,” Pepper says firmly. “I’m leaving.”

She brushes by Stephen, and he slowly makes his way to Tony’s beside. He hitches up one leg to sit on the bed, facing Tony. Tony drops his gaze. Stephen takes a steadying breath and begins: “I didn’t think much of Christine when I met her…”

#ironstrange #double drabble #fanfic

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If you would like a prompt: Tony keeping Stephen's hands warm as they walk through a park or something in cold weather? Like fall/autumn or winter? I think it would be super cute.

Also, I love your drabbles and stories! <3

Thank you so much! Tony's a *little* oblivious here, but he gets with the program...

“This doesn’t need fixing, Tony,” Stephen snapped.

Tony froze, hands stuck in an aborted gesture and his words about thermal regulation cutting off. Confusion furrowed his brow. “You said your hands were cold,” he said slowly. “I know that makes your pain worse. You need better gloves. You don’t… want them?”

Stephen ran a hand over his face. Tony saw the world in terms of how it could be made better. Stephen loved that about him, but sometimes Tony just saw too big. “Tony. I wanted you to hold my hand.”

Tony stared at him, bafflement in his eyes. “What?”

“When I said my hands were cold, I wanted you to offer to ‘keep my hands warm’,” Stephen said. “I wanted to hold your hand.”

Tony blinked in confusion. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought I’d been obvious,” Stephen muttered. Not obvious enough, clearly.

Tony took Stephen’s hands with his own. “All right then. Let me try again.” He smiled crookedly at Stephen as he brought Stephen’s hands up to kiss his knuckles. Stephen’s heart melted. “Let me keep your hands warm, Stephen.” He paused, looking conflicted. “I’m still making you better gloves, though. Just in case.”

Stephen laughed.

#double drabble #ironstrange #fanfic

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Slightly domestic ironstrange even through all their hectic life and schedules plus America being a little shit. They weren't expected a gathering of them both each weekdays making America absorb Peter's pranks. Even if Peter isn't in the Sanctum or Kamar-Taj they still couldn't get a peaceful day when America is there

This is probably not exactly what you were looking for, but prompts are prompts and this is what my brain spat out in response to this one. America is a child here because that’s where my brain went.

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“Uncle Rhodey!” America shouts, and runs through the portal, plastering herself to his legs and raising her arms to throw them around his waist.

“Hey, kiddo,” Rhodey chuckles, tousling her hair. He looks up at Tony and Stephen. “I’ve got this,” he reassures them. Then, with a smirk, “You two enjoy your adult time.”

Tony chuckles and waggles his eyebrows. “Oh, we will.”

They chorus goodbye to America and Stephen closes the portal with a wave and a woosh.

The silence in the penthouse just about echoes. Stephen casts a hopeful look at Tony. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Tony confirms, sighing happily.

#ironstrange #drabble #fanfic

[ironstrangehaven]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter 13: Epilogue

What was planned as a quiet and uneventful patrol turned out to be rather an inconvenience when Tony and Peter got attacked. Their radars had been set for the regular humanoid undead. So it had been a surprise when their attacker turned out to be neither humanoid nor undead.

“What the hell is wrong with these raccoons? Why are their eyes glowing?” Tony blasted at least three of them with a repulsor beam off their feet, but there were still so many of them clinging onto his Iron Man suit. They were hard to shake off even using his best flying maneuvers.

Peter had a similar problem. Plus, since they were in a villa area, he had trouble swinging. The houses were not high enough and too far apart to be of use to him.

“I’m still analyzing the data, Sir. But based on their movement pattern it seems like they seem to share a mind.”

“Do you think they are being possessed?”

This was clearly no normal raccoon behavior, even if they regularly became a problem in the outer parts of the city.

Tony blasted some raccoons that had their sharp claws on Peter’s suit. He took the boy’s hand and pulled him into the air to get them both out of reach. For now, he set him on top of a streetlight.

The raccoons tried to climb up it. Their eyes were still glowing in that creepy yellow-green light and it was creeping Tony out.

“It’s possible,” Jarvis answered his last question.

“Great. Call Doctor Wiz-…” Before he could even finish the sentence, there was a familiar circle of sparkling light that formed a portal.

Stephen stepped through it and into the street. He was wearing his typical sorcerer garb and looked around. His eyes locked onto the raccoon tower that was forming at the bottom of the street lamp, and they darkened.

Glancing up briefly, he saw Peter and Tony on and next to the light. The boy waved at him, while Tony raised his hand in greeting.

Stephen did not reply, which would be considered rude. Instead he approached the raccoons to solve that problem – so Tony let it slide.

The raccoons sensed the newcomer and some of them turned to him. They made their little raccoon sounds – like angry chittering – before they attacked him as well.

The sorcerer was not having it. The cloak took him up in the air and Stephen called upon his magic.

His eyes began to glow the same color as the critters, and for a moment Tony was afraid that something had gone wrong.

But Stephen was skilled. He was shifting into a state that allowed him to see the bond by which the raccoons were held. With that, it was easy to conjure sharp magic blades that he threw at the bond to break the connection.

There were a lot of raccoons.

The cloak helped him to move above and between them, to cut every single connection.

To Tony and Peter, it looked like he was randomly cutting through the air. But one by one the critters froze before shaking their little heads, the glowing fading from their eyes. When it was gone completely, one raccoon after another fled into the darkness of the night. They no longer had the urge to attack people.

Tony and Peter moved from the lantern to the ground.

“Hey Doctor Strange,” Peter greeted him cheerfully, while Tony stepped right into his personal space. His faceplate opened, and wearing the suit, he was almost the same height as the sorcerer.

“Did Jarvis call you?” he asked, standing closer than regular friends would do.

It was hard for Stephen not to focus on the peak of Tony’s neck and the sweet blood he sensed underneath the skin. Ever since he had a taste of it, the awareness of Tony’s blood had become stronger whenever he was in proximity.

He cleared his throat, trying to find words. The amused look on Tony's face told him he was taking a second too long for it.

“No. I sensed some witch activities nearby and followed the magic trail to investigate. I didn’t know you were here.” If he had known that Tony had been in trouble, he would have arrived sooner.

“Well, you still arrived like a knight in shining armor, so I guess it’s just fair to reward you.” Tony used the same height advantage to press a quick kiss onto the Vamp’s lips.

He would really just take any excuse to kiss him. And if it happened that the vampire was flustered by it because he hadn’t expected it, so it was just a bonus.

“Uhm…” Stephen cleared his throat again.

"What?" Peter, who had been standing by and watching them, obviously had not been informed about this turn of events.

The sorcerer, finally remembering he and Tony were not alone, turned to the boy. “What are you doing here anyway? Isn’t it a school night?” He asked both Peter and Tony.

“Don’t look at me,” the Were defended himself. "It told him that if he got caught, he had to bear the consequences. ."

"He is your responsibility."

“What can I say? I’m the cool dad. And even if I had forbidden it, he would have gone off on his own anyway. So, isn’t it smarter to accompany him in the first place?”

With that Stephen couldn’t argue. He did open a portal to Peter’s room at home though.

The boy pouted but finally complied. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” He gave the two adults one last glance to see if they were really sending him home, but found no mercy.

“Good night, Peter.”

“See you after school.”

Sighing, Peter waved them goodbye, before the portal closed between them. Stephen turned to Tony. “You two kind of seem to make it a habit that I have to come in to your help,” he grinned, laying his hand on Tony's arm. Well, on the suit part of it.

He liked the Iron Man suit. It was an engineering masterpiece and kept Tony safe. But he preferred him without the metal around him, so he could touch him and actually feel him. His skin and his pulse. Feeling that he was alive.

“Two times is not a habit.”

“Is it not? Then how many times would you say it does?”

“If I answer that you’ll keep a score in your head and I don’t like that.” Tony looked at the Vamp and sighed. “And knowing you, you will start that score anyway just because I just mentioned it.”

Stephen’s smile was sharp and showed a lot of teeth. “You know me very well indeed.” He winked at Tony, before he changed the topic back to business. “Do you want to accompany me in tracking down that witch who did this?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

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Happy Birthday Toby!!!

Here's an anaphora poem for you, my beautiful/handsome friend!

Everyone go wish @popcorn-plots a happy birthday! 🎉

Summary: Ironstrange fluff in the form of poetry

#ironstrange #fanwork

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The Confabulation Complication

“It’s called confabulation,” Stephen said, not quite looking in Tony’s direction. It was… disconcerting. Confusing.

Tony hummed, trying not to let his frustration with the situation show. “Sounds like a party.”

Pepper let out a pained noise. “Tony.”

Tony winced a little, because Pepper had been crying almost since the moment he’d woken up. He didn’t like it when Pepper cried, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to fix this.

Especially when… when he wasn’t actually sure what was wrong.

“It is the creation of false memories,” Stephen continued, still not looking at Tony. “As compensation for the loss of real memories.”

Tony froze, because… because confused by the situation or not, he was smart enough to put together the pieces. He stared at Stephen for a long moment before glancing at Pepper.

Stephen looked painfully awkward, Pepper looked devastated. “So,” Tony started slowly, looking back at Stephen. “When I asked for my kiss and you looked like I was talking gibberish, it wasn’t because you were sticking to the ‘No making out while in the hospital’ rule and it’s because you and I… don’t kiss.”

“We are not together, no,” Stephen agreed. Was he… was he even Stephen? Did Tony… Did Tony actually know him at all? So many of his memories didn’t match what Stephen was telling him.

He looked away. “And Pepper?”

Pepper’s smile was tremulous. “We do kiss,” she said.

Everything felt surreal. “I… I thought…” He tried to search his memories, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. He remembered kissing her, but that was… a long time ago. “You broke up with me.” He knew that.

Didn’t he?

“We got back together,” Pepper explained. “Both times.”

Both times. He only remembered her breaking up with him once.

Tony… Tony didn’t know how to deal with any of this. “We’re together,” he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. He glanced at Stephen. “And we’re not.”

“Never have been,” Stephen said, he still wasn’t looking at Tony.

It… hurt.

Conceptually he knew it shouldn’t. Because he and Stephen… they weren’t a thing, apparently. But Tony was having a hard time making himself believe it. The memories were stark and visceral. Laughing with Stephen, kissing Stephen, curled together on the couch with Stephen doing their separate work.

“What are you even doing here, then?” Tony asked, feeling suddenly defensive. “You’re not still a practicing doctor, and I’m pretty sure there was no magic in that fight.” He wasn’t certain of that, because the memory of the fight was confused and messy. 

That was probably something he should let someone know. Especially since he was, apparently, having memory issues of a different kind. He kept his mouth shut.

Stephen sighed. “You told me you had trust issues and asked if I would be involved in any future medical emergencies so much as I could be. You said that as far as doctors went, I ‘wasn’t bad’.”

“I…” He swallowed, tried to make sense of everything, but he couldn’t. “I’m checking myself out,” he said.  They were in the compound—right? Was he actually sure about that?—it should be easy to get out of here.

He couldn’t deal with this.

“Tony, you should—“ Pepper started.

“Against medical advice if necessary,” Tony said. “I don’t want to be here.”

He wanted to be somewhere safe. Wanted to be in his lab where he could start trying to piece together the truth.

“Tony.” Stephen’s voice was gentle; Tony flinched. “There are tests that that the doctors should run.”

Instinct told Tony to give in, because this was Stephen. Tony always gave into Stephen when he used that sort of voice; Tony had made too many jokes about being weak for Stephen’s pretty eyes.

But apparently those memories didn’t actually mean anything, because they weren’t real. Tony had never made those jokes. It would be incredibly inappropriate to start now. He shook his head, ignoring the pulsing ache that came with the movement. “I’m not exactly dying right now. Any tests you take will only tell you things that you apparently already know. I want out.”

“We don’t know how bad the damage is,” Stephen said.

Tony ran a hand over his face. “Well, if I die from unexpected complications, you can both say ‘I told you so’, but frankly—“

“Tony.” Pepper sounded distressed. “Don’t say that.”

“I don’t want to be here,” Tony repeated. “I… I need to be alone. I need to figure this out.” He ignored both Pepper’s and Stephen’s protests as he got himself unattached from the hospital bed.

They gave in.

Mostly because Tony didn’t give them a choice.

Stephen eventually disappeared in a portal—Tony’s instincts said to go with him, but those instincts were wrong—while Tony fled from the compound med wing he’d been trapped in.

The lab was gapingly empty when he reached it. It was a relief in some ways, in other ways it felt wrong. His body ached—he didn’t even fully remember what had happened to get him into the hospital wing, the fight blurred, especially near the end—and his head hurt.

“FRIDAY?” he asked.

“Yes, Boss?” she asked, her voice was careful and tempered, as though she knew he was vulnerable.

“Is it true?” he asked. “The whole… confabulation thing Stephen was talking about?”

“Yes, Boss.”

Tony swallowed hard. “So, I’m not in love with Stephen.”

“You and Doctor Strange are friends, boss.”

Friends. Friends. Right.

“And me and Pepper?”

“The two of you are engaged.”

Engaged. Engaged. Tony was engaged. To Pepper. He didn’t remember that. He remembered her breaking up with him. He remembered her telling him that he was just… too much for her. That she just needed him to stop. That had happened, right?

Tony had never been able to stop. Had she changed her mind or was this just another attempt at something that was doomed to fail?

Or was the break up he remembered even true? Tony thought he knew why she had broken up with him. But what if that was a lie too?

He struggled to breathe for a moment.  Everything was messed up.

He wasn’t in love with the person he thought he was in love with; no, he was in love with someone he remembered moving on from.

He wasn’t in love with Stephen. That was just his brain lying to him.

He was in love with Pepper. 

Pepper, who he could only remember hearing say he wasn’t enough and was too much and… and that they weren’t right for each other. But he wasn’t sure if that was even true. She had agreed they’d broken up, but maybe he was remembering wrong the reasons why. Because he was engaged. So he couldn’t have been too much and not enough and not right for her.

Right?

Tony didn’t know.

Because he didn’t know which memories were real and which memories were false. 

He just knew that everything was wrong.

And now… now what was he supposed to do?

#ironstrange #pepper/tony #fanfic

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You gave us a vampire Stephen. Now can we have a werewolf Tony?

This took some thinking, because the tropes for werewolves are a lot more flexible than for vampires (in my opinion) and I wasn’t interested in writing slavering-out-of-control Tony. I did contemplate a universe in which both vampire!Stephen and werewolf!Tony had always been that way, but it felt a bit like cheating. Ultimately this is what won out for this particular prompt.

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“You’re sure I’m not going to turn into a slavering beast,” Tony says. He checks his watch for the twenty-eighth time. Stephen’s been counting.

“I’m sure,” Stephen repeats patiently. He’s told Tony this at least a hundred times in the past month. He’d stopped counting that one. “The full moon transformation leads to lowered inhibitions, not a tendency toward violence. If you don’t want to hurt someone, you won’t.”

Tony’s leg bounces. “What if I don’t know that I want to hurt someone? What if it’s just bubbling away under the surface?”

Stephen lays a hand on Tony’s back and rubs slowly. “You don’t want to hurt someone. You wouldn’t be so worried if you did.” 

“Right.” Tony blows out a long breath.

When the moon finally rises, Tony barely gets out, “Okay, I feel weird–” before the transformation is upon him. It’s nothing like the bone cracking, unnatural twisting of the horror movies. Instead it’s smooth, even graceful, and over between one breath and the next. As a wolf, Tony is a dark brown with just a few patches of lighter color along his belly and around his muzzle. He shifts uncertainly on the soft surface of the couch and then turns and presses close to Stephen.

Stephen holds still, lest he spook Tony. Nose pressing into Stephen’s throat, the wolf huffs softly. Getting his scent, Stephen presumes. After a minute he pushes closer, and then keeps pushing, until Stephen ends up flat on his back on the couch, Tony stretched out over him from collar bones to hips. For lack of a better option, Stephen wraps his arms around and tangles his fingers in the warm, thick fur. Tony makes a low, rumbling noise of contentment.

Apparently, in the absence of inhibitions, what Tony wants is to cuddle.

#ironstrange #triple drabble #fanfic

[ironstrangehaven]

Chapters: 12/31 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Mermaids, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Alternate Universe - College/University, Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Parents, Alternate Universe - Babysitters, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Grief/Mourning, Character Death Summary:

Stephen Strange postulates that he and Tony would be in love in any universe.

or

An exploration of universes where Stephen and Tony find each other.

or

Do you like AUs?

#ironstrange #fanfic

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Only When I Sleep (the full fic!)

TW: Gun violence, Idiots In Love

“Did either of you put poison in my food?”

“What? Of course not!” Tony cast Stephen a doubtful look. “I didn’t.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Stark,” Stephen growled. He turned his attention back to Loki. “More importantly, why do you think someone’s poisoned you?”

“It tastes a bit strange…”

Tony grabbed a clean fork from the cutlery drawer. Before Stephen could stop him, he scooped a mound of cauliflower rice and shovelled it into his mouth.

“Tony!” Stephen yelled.

Tony chewed thoughtfully. “Tastes fine to me.”

“Just give it a minute or two, it will come,” Loki said ominously.

“Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish or something?” Stephen berated.

“If it was really poisoned, there really isn’t any point in living anymore, is there?” Tony lamented. “A life without Loki is a tragedy too terrible to contemplate.”

“Tony, you idiot.” Loki’s eyes shone. “I love you.”

“What about me?” Stephen asked, almost fearfully. “Do you love me too?”

“Out of necessity, I suppose I must,” Loki sniffed. “You know CPR.”

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"I don't think Loki loves me very much."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tony said mildly. "Of course he does."

"He loves the things that I can do, sure," Stephen said glumly. "Like making the best eggs Benedict on this side of Manhattan. Or turning cheap wine into the best vintage. Or getting him authentic momo dumplings from Nepal - "

Tony sneaked an amused glance at his morose lover over his Starkpad. "I never realised that your achievements were all food-related."

"Can you be serious for once? I'm in the middle of a crisis here!" Stephen glowered. "And that cauliflower rice recipe had five stars on Good Eats!"

Tony sighed. "Look, Doc. Loki's not a big fan of our planet, as you very well know. The fact that he's staying here, with us? He must love you a little."

Stephen snorted. "That's not saying much."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, he's obviously staying for you," Stephen pointed out. "I'm…baggage."

"Baggage," Tony said flatly. He snapped his fingers. "Hey. Levi. Get over here."

The Cloak of Levitation wafted over from where it had been hovering by the windows for the past few hours people-watching.

Tony pointed at Stephen. "Can you knock some sense into your Master here for me?"

The Cloak gave Stephen a few sympathetic pats on the cheek, before returning to its station and favourite pastime.

"See?" Stephen cocked his head unhappily. "Even Levi agrees with me."

"Have you ever heard of 'opposites attract'? Loki's a closed book, and you…" Tony waved a hand, making vague gestures that alluded to something Stephen could only guess the meaning of. "You gotta open up! Tell him you love him in public! Shout it from the rooftop!"

Stephen blinked. "But we live on the hundredth and thirtieth floor. No one's gonna hear it."

Tony rolled his eyes. "That is not the point, you dumbass."

"Then what is your point?" Stephen asked, exasperated.

"Put aside your ego and show him some love! And I don't mean the tough kind."

"But I only know just the one kind," Stephen grumbled, blushing a little.

Tony stared. "You're hopeless."

"I knooow…" Stephen moaned, listlessly dropping his chin onto the table. "I'm screwed."

"Hmm, what to do, what to do…" Tony drummed his fingers on his desk. "I've got it. Remember that scene in The Sixth Sense? When the 'I See Dead People' kid told Bruce Willis how to get through to his wife?"

"What about it?"

"Say it when he's asleep," Tony said excitedly. "Tell him you love him, and to please love you back."

"But that's ridi - " Stephen paused. "Actually, that's kind of brilliant."

Tony gave a modest shrug. "Well, I am known for my genius."

Stephen snorted. "Thanks, Mr. M. Night Shyamalan."

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"That was a stupid plan," Stephen growled as he emerged from their bedroom the next morning.

Get out of my head, a half-asleep Loki had hollered at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night, waking the entire household in the process. Stephen, being the closest to him in terms of physical distance, had received the brunt of Loki's wrath, which explained his brand-new shiner.

"Serves you right for being a creep," a fully-awake Loki glowered. "And you!" Tony cowered under the intensity of his glare, "Enable him further and we shall see how you fare."

With that parting warning, Loki stormed away, presumably to make himself a hangry sandwich before they were due to join the Avengers in battle in a few minutes, something Tony had neglected to mention to either of his husbands.

"So…planting subliminal messages is a no," Tony said sheepishly. "We should have thought about that, huh?"

Stephen heaved a sigh of despair, and hung his head. "I'm screwed."

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"We're screwed," Stephen announced an hour later; the enemy had utilised an impressive new weapon, a magic dampener that had basically rendered him powerless. "Hand-to-hand combat is not my forte!"

"Hang on," Tony grunted through the communicator. "I'm coming!"

Stephen frantically looked around for his other husband, and his blood ran cold.

A sniper on the roof had Loki in his sight, right in the line of fire, magicless and as helpless as a kitten.

And Stephen ran.

"Loki!" he shouted, "Look out!"

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Stephen awakened to a startling brightness and his whole body hurting with an unidentifiable pain. "Urgh."

"You fool."

Stephen saw the tears in Tony's eyes and his heart began to pound. "Tony?"

"You brave, crazy fool."

"What's wrong? Is Loki okay?" He asked anxiously. "Is that why you're crying? Did he get shot?"

"No, but you did. You pushed Loki out of the way, and got hit instead."

"What?" Then Stephen remembered the barrage of bullets hitting his chest. "How am I not dead?"

"You were bleeding to death on the damn battlefield, right in front of my eyes," Tony said, his voice stricken.

"Tony…" Stephen reached for Tony's hand. It was shaking terribly. "Tony, I'm alright."

"I nearly lost you. I nearly lost you both."

Stephen stilled. "Loki?"

"He's resting." Tony nodded at the other bed across the room. "He nearly drained every drop of magic but it worked. He got you back."

"Help me up," Stephen mumbled. "I need to tell him something."

"Can't this wait? He's still sleeping, and you should be sleeping too - "

"No. It has to be now."

With herculean effort, Stephen dragged himself to Loki's bed. He climbed in beside his slumbering husband.

One look at Loki's exhausted face and the memories came rushing back: the pain, the geyser of blood spurting from his torso -

Damn you, Stephen!

- the sensation of Loki's healing magic pouring into him, dousing the agony in his chest like ice water.

But most of all, he remembered Loki's desperate whispers, I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I love you too, Loki," Stephen whispered in Loki's ear, hugging him tight.

Loki sighed in his sleep. A tell-tale smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. His hands palmed the silk sheets as if looking for something.

"You too, Tony," Stephen ordered. "Get in here."

Grabbing one of Loki's flailing hands, Stephen watched as Tony clambered up onto the bed and grabbed the other.

As they cuddled each other,

"Should we just order in breakfast?"

"For the rest of our lives, yeah."

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[ironstrangehaven]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Vampire Stephen Strange / Werewolf Tony Stark

Tags: IronStrange, Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in love, Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff

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[ironstrangehaven]

A.I. Tony is sick of listening to himself…

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