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knuckleslove · 2 years

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Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! This ask game is unconventional because instead of writers posting it, and waiting for the inbox to fill up, I want YOU to send these questions to your favorite fic writers by tagging them on a reblog—because honestly I’ve never met a fic writer who isn’t SOOO excited for the opportunity to speak more about their stories.) To my lovely writers out there... just answer as many questions as you feel comfortable with. And by all means if you—a fic writer—are reading this, and nobody has asked you to do this yet, please consider this ME asking YOU to share about your wonderful stories.)

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— How long have you been writing fanfiction?

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

— Any personal or frequently used tags?

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

— Best editing tip?

— What drives you to write?

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.

— Where do you draw inspiration?

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

— What story or scene are you most proud of?

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!

~~~~~~~~~~ To all my of my personal fic writing friends who mean the world to me, and to many others who's stories I have cherished, and who I admire dearly, and to fic writers everywhere... you are amazing. I love you. Thank you SO much. — @sarilleny aka @knuckleslove

So many of you I do not have tumblrs for but for the ones I know... @speedy-1236 @mcfanely @aaasy @awesomestarfighter @un-pearable @aurorawest @mareebird @izhunny @ryehouses @xxgwenstacyxx @toosicktoocare @cluegrrl @gyzym @qibbyy @iluxia @boleyn13ao3 @doitwritenow @distractedkat @arysteia @nekokoban

#fanfic writers appreciation day #unconventional writer ask #fanfic writer ask #fanfic ask #writer ask game #ask game #these questions are the random things I find myself pondering about my own works #ALSO #it's my birthday and nothing would make me happier than to see you all spread this to share the love throughout the fanfic community #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #writing #writblr #fic writing #fanfic writers appreciation day 2022

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demigod-of-the-agni · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

Thank you for the tag @abcd-em !!!

Raaagh okay let's get started; most recent files are:

goldenpunk week i guess

the horrors of pavitr

pavitr is worried version 2

mj but she kicks your ass

space throuple in space

The snippet (is literally the only thing I've written in this doc lmao)

‘And there’s your Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse Wrist-Mounted Guidance Device,’ LYLA said proudly. Readjusting her peculiar heart-shaped glasses, she zipped and hovered over Pavitr’s watch, tapping it with her foot. ‘We’ve already set its home location to your universe, but you need to have it linked to your arachnophysiology and the dimensional energy of your universe so that it can become fully operational. Just a simple strap-it-’round-your-wrist and all is good!’ ‘The…“Ah-pum-wim-guh-duh”,’ Pavitr sounded out the watch’s name, his mind still running at its own peace. ‘A…mouthful of a name for a little watch like this, isn’t it?’ LYLA waved her hands dismissively. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Everyone does.’

From the "goldenpunk week i guess" doc :''')

I now bestow this honour unto: @sereinreality @doitwritenow @fishndips @maybeebeee @atlas-of-the-mind @decaffeinatedparadisemaker

Obviously if you have been tagged you have no obligation to complete this; and anyone who sees this you can join in too! I ghost-tag you <3

#tag game #mywriting #haven't been writing all that much so let's see how this goes #also it's friday so sorry about that

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atlas-of-the-mind · 4 years

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Gifts for @doitwritenow of their Nemesis oc uwu

#NOW youre thinkin with portals!#art #artwork #myart #my art #fanart #my artwork #my fanart #doitwritenow #nemesis oc #tiger #portal #portals #space #alien world #floating islands

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megidolan · 3 years

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a bunch peter & loki fanart for @doitwritenow ‘s fic. and some bonus ironstrange ❤

#laniart #fanart #mcu #peter parker #loki odinson #tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #if your slowburn isnt 750k dont even talk to me #sorry for tacking the doctony on the end i dont feel like making a new post

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rawringryu-arts · 3 years

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I redesigned Stephen's outfit for the Strange(r) Ensembles Art Challenge, mine is eldritch horror inspired! I also wrote a drabble to accompany it, which you can find under the cut. Many thanks to @doitwritenow for her help with my first time writing!

Dormammu was the beginning of the end.

In a dimension beyond comprehension, unbound by human concepts of mortality, Stephen Strange began to shed their skin.

In the moments between their demise and time respooling, they felt an acute jolt of pain that shot through their entire being from the left hand. It began with a grotesque crack of the skin as flesh parted itself, their bones slithering like snakes under their skin as talons began to elongate.

The agony was unbearable, but they did not have time to contemplate the viscous black blood that seeped out from the crevices of the cracks before the words slipped out of their mouth, an almost mantra that kept them company throughout the decades that they’ve endured in this self-made prison of time.

“Dormammu, I’ve come to barg—”

A different kind of agony lit up their entire being as iridescent beams of light eviscerated their body. Time began anew.

It is yet again in the stolen moments in between their torment that they notice their mangled left hand burning with a sweltering heat that rivaled the intensity of the sun. Their talons took on a shade akin to the vast void that surrounded them in the Dark Dimension. The heat spread throughout their arm and with it the darkness that tainted their talons. The words force themselves out of their mouth.

“Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain.”

The entity lets them finish the sentence this time before tearing them in two. Time began anew.

Rinse and repeat. The changes to their body develop further in the gaps of time in between, giving them very little opportunity to contemplate it. Neon tentacle imprints appearing upon their skin, always slinking about in a haphazard manner. The Cloak of Levitation’s form warped as well, it shuddered when feathers sprouted between its folds, eventually engulfing it entirely in a burst of flames. A phoenix reborn.

Deep down Stephen knew that they were the reason for the Cloak’s affliction. It was their mystical proximity, the intimate bond between a sorcerer and relic that soared and perished together endlessly. Stephen wept for it in sorrow, they felt the Cloak’s consciousness brush against their mind, a silent comfort and unconditional forgiveness swept through them.

Eventually, the Eye of Agamotto also began to distort. A century or so had passed by then, Dormammu still livid about being entrapped by time, still taking out their anger on Stephen, but their patience was wearing thin and Stephen knew that the end was in sight. Dormammu would soon be amenable to listening to their requests. But for now, they must persevere.

The squirming power from beyond, leaking through the cracks in so many respooled deaths, reached out to the Eye of Agamotto. A different kind of bond had formed between Stephen and this relic— one of spellwork and barter. The Eye cracked. When it shattered, the sensation was more than physical. Shards of bronze and links of shattered chain burned beneath Dormammu's assault, but Stephen felt the immaterial splinters lodge in their sternum. It burned. Stephen ducked their head, eyes squeezing shut. Light still burned in the corner of their eyes. When they respooled again, their skin was washed by green— the light of dozens of Eyes, too other to focus on, forming a circle around their head.

Despite the halo’s position, Stephen could still feel the phantom weight of the Eye in their chest, as if it had burrowed itself into it and nestled in the deepest crevices of their soul. They felt a gentle hum that permeated through their entire being, something as old as time had found a home inside of them.

It took exactly twenty-two more time loops for Dormammu to concede, a coincidental amount that aligned with the number of Eyes that framed their face. Stephen tried not to dwell about it as they uttered the familiar words.

“I’ve come to bargain.”

“What do you want?”

Their demands were swiftly met, and for the first time in centuries, the neon green circlet around their wrist broke apart as time ceased to respool. Everything else that followed was a blur, the cloak levitated their body through the portal and back to earth. Words came out of their mouth as they confronted a surprised Kaecilius, but Stephen could not find it in themself to focus on the situation at hand. They felt unmoored.

The appearance of their otherworldly transformation had left their companions in a momentary daze, it saddened Stephen that their fear was so palpable. Despite the disconcerting feeling of finally being set free of the loop, there was no sense of dysphoria about the transformation they had undergone. However, the solace that they found in this form was clearly not shared with their companions.

Mordo left with a warning and a look of disgust.

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Time passed on earth without beginning anew. Weeks had gone by, memories of Dormammu and the world beyond death suppressed deep inside of Stephen; nevertheless, the changes to their body and soul remained.

What frightened them the most was how right the metamorphosis had begun to feel. Stephen never found the need to be bound by binaries, but the sheer comfortableness of just existing in this transformed body was an altogether new experience.

It became natural, as if their ink dipped limb had always been that way. The bright coloured tentacles that wrapped around their arm were playful and temperamental; they shifted about and pushed at the boundaries of Stephen’s limb, as if they were trying to escape and explore the rest of Stephen’s body. The Cloak of Levitation seemed to enjoy its new form as well, flapping its wings as it zoomed around the sanctum with an added flair of dramatics.

The halo of Eyes had retreated deep inside of them, yet thoughts of the time loop never failed to manifest the Eyes, the green wash of light provided a sense of comfort as the relic’s consciousness brushed against theirs.

Nevertheless, Stephen’s thirst for knowledge and knowing was a fundamental part of them. Despite being at ease with their metamorphosis and in no hurry for a cure, they needed answers. Thus, Stephen began pouring through the ancient tombs in Kamar-Taj’s library, longing for some sort of explanation.

Their research proved futile as there seemed to be no records of similar occurrences. The fruitless endeavour fed into Stephen’s frustrations and anxieties, almost tangible in the air. Their trusty Cloak wrapped around them in an attempt to console. It was in one such instance that the halo of Eyes made an appearance without prompt, Stephen’s eyes glazed over as a vision overtook them.

They gazed down and saw a tangle of limbs and fluorescent tentacles protruding from the shadow of the Cloak. They could barely comprehend the shape of their body, the blackness that plagued their left arm had spread all over, blending into the darkness of the surrounding. Yet, when they shifted one of their many limbs, the air seemed to shudder in protest. Stephen blinked, they felt more than a dozen eyes flutter, a gasp of shock escaped their lips. However the vision was cut short before they could explore further.

Stephen was brought back to reality, the halo of Eyes dispersed. They stared at their hands, one void-like in colour while the other still a human tone, both still heavily scarred from their past hubris. Stephen’s mind raced, their mentor had once used the Eye of Agamotto to peer through time, it only made sense that the vision was a glimpse into the future, one of many. But that would mean—

Oh.

Oh Stephen, what are you?

#doctor strange #stephen strange #dr strange #strangerensembles #doctor strange fanart #nonbinary stephen strange #nb stephen strange #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanart #marvel comics #artists on tumblr #my fic #ficlet #drabble #ironstrange #non binary character

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dontcrytoomuch2 · 3 years

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“..Tomorrow is a new day, The first of many that I'll face Without you here beside me, Without your strength, your wit, your grace.

I'll try to carry on Or at least I'll try to exist. Until one day you reach for me, And guide me into death's mist.”

A gift for my amazing friend @doitwritenow :)

#ironstrange #Stephen Strange #Dr Strange #tony stark #whumpee #Supreme fam whump #angst #mcu #supreme family fanart #ironstrange fanart

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fwutterr · 2 years

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Fanfic Recommendation:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18899449/chapters/44862319

Very amazing fanfic! I haven’t finished but I was hooked chapter one. Has a lot of different things for a wide variety of marvel fans to enjoy. Don’t forget to tell the author, @doitwritenow how amazing you think it is (pls they deserve it).

#ironstrange #strangeiron #supremefamily #loki and peter #iron dad

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writing-by-gayrainbowbridge · 3 years

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Black Cat

Inspiration From This Lovely Fanart:

It had been a problem ever since Loki was a child and his Mother had first taught him how to shapeshift. He didn't know why it started to happen. He was very advanced in magic. One of the best mages any realm had ever seen in fact. But still, he wasn't able to fix this particular little problem.

Whenever someone he cared about got hurt, he turned into...a cat. A fluffy black cat with big green eyes, soft triangular ears and a poofy black tail.

It was infuriating.

⚠️Warnings: Light Angst, Magic Mishaps, Minor Injury⚠️

Enjoy 💚❤

(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)

Loki had...a problem.

He wasn't sure why it happened, it just...did?

Whenever someone he cared about got hurt, he turned into...a cat. A fluffy black cat with big green eyes, soft triangular ears and a poofy black tail.

It was infuriating.

At first, he hadn't minded so much. Why would he? He had little to no friends in his youth, no one to care for. The only person he ever had to watch out for was his imbecile of a Brother, Thor who seemed prone to getting himself hurt just by walking down the palace stairs. Otherwise, he needn't worry.

That was, until he met Peter Parker.

Loki had never met a mortal that got into as much trouble as Peter did. Loki was surprised Peter had managed to survive so long without having yet been killed by himself or another. But then, Peter was a superhero like his adopted parents, equipped with super strength, hearing, senses and whatever else the apparent radioactive spider had given him with its bite.

But still, how many heart attacks had Loki had to endure for this mortal?

He'd lost count.

Worst of all were Loki's very strong (and very obvious as well to everyone but Peter it seemed) feelings he was nursing for the mortal. It was ridiculous! How could he, Loki, a god, fall for a mortal? It was absolutely absurd!

And yet, Loki couldn't help but look out for Peter whenever they were called out for missions, Tony giving him death glares whenever he caught Loki sneaking glances at his son. Despite the Avengers knowing Loki had not been himself when he had attacked Earth, there were some who still did not trust him.

He did not blame them.

Peter was the only one who hadn't treated him like a killer, instead smiling brightly to a caught off guard Loki. That smile had probably been the first thing Loki had fallen in love with.

But that wasn't important. The reason he was even thinking about all of this to begin with was because, well...

He was stuck. As a goddamn cat yet again.

Curse his life. First his so-called Father reduced him to his teenage form of sixteen and then to complete his humiliation, sending him to 'make amends' to the Avenging hero's. Now this.

Loki weaved in and out of the Avengers legs, ignoring his current state and what the other's would think about it. Because he was hurt.

Peter was hurt.

Loki made it to where Tony was knelt down beside Peter, frantically looking him over. The boy's mask was off, eyes closed with a large gash across his forehead. Loki's stomach churned, heart clenching painfully at the sight.

He zipped forward, slipping between Tony's hand's who yelped in shock before he pressed himself close to Peter's steadily rising and falling chest. He curled up into a ball, tucking his head under Peter's chin and glared at the other's in defiance. He could feel Peter's breath tickling his ears which flicked at the mild irritation but he couldn't care less because it reminded him that Peter was breathing and alive.

"Um," Tony mumbled as he stared wide-eyed at Loki. "Does this cat, uh, belong to anyone?"

Loki bristled at the thought of anyone believing they owned him, fur sticking up along his back as he hissed, a clear threat for Stark to shut his mouth.

Tony seemed to get the message (lucky for him as Loki's claws were sharp) as he raised his hands in surrender. "Okay then. Feisty Kitty."

Oh, he was going to pay dearly for that one.

Tony turned his head, completely missing Loki's death glare as he spoke to Rogers. "We should get him back to the tower to Bruce. Pete seems okay. Banged up a bit but we better be sure."

Steve nodded, moving forward to pick Peter up but Loki refused to be separated so easily and uncurled from his ball to leap onto Peter's stomach and settled down once more, giving Steve a level look.

Steve raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he crouched down, slipping his arms under Peter while completely ignoring Loki before lifting the spiderling into his arms, Loki digging his claws into the fabric of Peter's suit so as to not fall off.

Tony went to say something about it but Steve only shook his head before he could say anything. "Tony, who's missing here?'

Tony eyebrows knitted together as he glanced around at the other's, mouth pulled down in a frown before his eyes lit in realization as he looked at Loki once more. "Oh, shit. That's...?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "For a genius, you're really slow sometimes. And language."

"I was busy worrying about our son!" Tony protested as he marched after them with a huff.

Loki smirked to himself. Well, he tried to as much as he could in this form.

...

Peter blinked his eyes open feeling warm and content. He didn't really want to wake up. He could easily drift back to sleep if he wanted to.

Except that something soft and furry kept whacking him in the face repeatedly.

Peter sat up, turning his head to see...a black cat?

The cat was clearly fast asleep, curled up around where Peter's head had been moment's ago. How it had gotten there, Peter didn't know. But...it was so fluffy.

Peter chewed at his lip, reaching out a hesitant hand and gently brushed his fingers across the top of the cat's head, right between its ears. The cat unconsciously leaned up into the touch, eyes still closed as it let out a small mew of pleasure.

Peter couldn't contain his smile as he ran his hand down the cat's furry back, holding his breath when the cat wriggled around, rolling onto its back. Peter hesitated a moment before reaching out once more, pressing his fingers to the cat's furry tummy. He grinned when he heard the telltale sound of deep purring, scratching more insistently. He never wanted it to end.

But unfortunately, the cat's eyes finally blinked open, the purring stopping abruptly when those green eyes were set on Peter's cinnamon brown one's. Peter's breath catched in his throat, recognizing those eyes from anywhere. "Loki?"

The cat meowed, scrambling onto its, his, feet because Peter had no doubt in his mind that this wasn't Loki.

"Why are you like that?" Peter wondered aloud, looking over the cat with open curiosity.

Loki meowed, drawing closer to the teen before he leaped up into Peter's lap, pressing his paws up against Peter's chest. Green eyes narrowed as they inspected Peter's face, seeming to search for something.

Peter only smiled, reaching up a hand to run through Loki's soft fur, feeling how Loki's melted into the touch. "I'm okay. Just a little bruised. But I heal fast anyway, remember?"

Loki didn't look convinced, eyes skeptical.

Peter rolled his own before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Loki's small nose. "I promise. I'm okay, Loki."

Loki was blinking repeatedly as if he wasn't sure what just happened before he wrinkled up his nose, seeming to frown. Peter giggled at the sight. Loki mewed, batting a paw to Peter's face. Peter only giggled more, knowing Loki wanted payback for the playful kiss. So he leaned back down, letting Loki reach his head up, ears perked up as he brought his face close to Peter's and—️

—and suddenly Peter had a lapful of Mischief god, Loki's lips pressed to his own.

Peter squeaked in surprise but didn't push Loki away. In fact, he had barely processed what was happening before he was leaning into it, reaching up to thread his fingers through Loki's short black hair as his eyes slipped shut, his lips moving against Loki's.

He'd been dreaming about this forever. He could barely believe it was happening. Was he dreaming? Was he dead?!

Peter found that he didn't care. So long as this never ended.

But all too soon, Loki was drawing away with a gasp, nearly tumbling back out of Peter's lap if the other teen hadn't already been holding onto him. "I-I am terribly sorry. I'm so sorry, Peter. I have no excuse. I shouldn't have...I should never have...I-I should leave—"

"No, wait. Hold on," Peter said quickly before Loki could vanish into thin air like he did. "What makes you think you have to apologize for that?"

Loki licked his lips, eyes both fearful and worried. "Because I...I kissed you. I should never have done that. It wasn't fair on you to burden you with the knowledge that..."

"You like me?" Peter finished, Loki giving a small nod. "Did it seem like I didn't want to kiss you?"

"W-well—" Loki paused, blinking a few times, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. "You...you kissed me back."

Peter smiled sadly at Loki's wonderous tone as if he couldn't believe something so small and simple could happen to someone like him. Because Loki was one of a kind. Peter wasn't about to let that go.

"Exactly," he said, tugging Loki back to him.

Loki's gaze was shy but also the tiniest bit hopeful as he leaned forward to reconnect their lips.

"Also," Peter murmured against them. "You make a cute cat."

...

@megidolan I love this fanart so much. I saw it in google images once and ended up writing a fic for it and I'm so glad I found the person who originally made the fanart. And, hsjshsj, someone else wrote a fic that inspired this fanart?? Where is that?? I want to read it, please 😭

(I realized I wrote this with Stony instead of Ironstrange because that's what I typically do for Peter if his parents are heroes but I hope you like it anyway 😅)

#megidolan #spiderfrost #peter/loki #stony #steve/tony #minor injury #angst #fluff #younger loki #cat loki #loki #peter #tony #steve #oneshot

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itschocopiggysart · 3 years

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Hey y’all! It’s day 28 of CozyToberFest, and the prompt is ‘sleep!’ This drawing is inspired by @doitwritenow ‘s fic ‘The Signs of Sleep Deprivation’ on AO3. 11/10, would recommend. 💛😴

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #fanart #my art #cozytoberfest #fic rec

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aelaer · 3 years

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So I was talking about h/c tropes with @doitwritenow and my mind immediately spiraled to a very whumpy aesthetic. So you can thank her for the inspiration :D My problem with writing whumpy scenarios is that I have to have a whole plot around it. With art? I can just put Stephen in a shitty situation and not worry about who/what/how. And that is just really nice. Also good practice with my new art program. :D

#stephen strange #doctor strange #fanart #whump #whump art #blood #mcu fanart #yeah i beat him up again #sorry not sorry

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mystical-magician · 3 years

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I was inspired by a headcanon/prompt in the ironstrange discord. Specifically the one by @doitwritenow where Tony is the literal grim reaper. Suddenly, this happened.

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Tony frowned, stopping abruptly as he felt a nagging, persistent itch in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right. His hand twitched at the sudden sensation; it felt like something was slipping right through his fingers.

He looked down at his tablet and flicked through it until he found himself skimming the code. Nothing seemed wrong, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he went through it one line at a time.

His frown deepened, one hand flexing. It was like...it almost felt like...

Oh!

Tony blinked, indignant, irritated, bemused, and even admiring. All at once. He didn’t think he’d ever felt a soul do...whatever this one was doing right now. It almost seemed to be blinking. One moment in his domain and the next gone.

He brought himself between, where he interacted with newly dead souls, and reached out to summon this one personally. Only, he was too slow. He felt like a bit of an idiot when his hand closed around nothing. Thankfully, there was no one else around to see it either.

Tony’s brow furrowed in concentration. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had to work at something like this. Part of him was a bit excited by the challenge, the part that wasn’t irritated and annoyed by all those attempted resurrections and would-be necromancers over the millennia. The idiocy he’d suffered! And the headaches they’d caused, damn them all.

This time he wasted no time in lashing out to grab the slippery soul. One instant he was alone, and the next his hand was clamped down on a bony wrist, his other arm wrapped around a hard waist and pressing a long, lanky male tightly to him.

Tony stared into burning blue eyes, nearly as beautiful as the kintsugi soul he held in place, shining gold mending the cracks and damage life had wrought, highlighting and making beautiful the scars of living.

“What are you doing?” the man asked, voice deep and reverberating in the frozen, empty space. His gaze was sharp and uncompromising, every angle of his body determined.

“I think that should be my line,” Tony retorted, finding his tongue at last. “A sorcerer should know better than most that you cannot bring the dead back to life. No exceptions, no loopholes.”

The man simply arched an eyebrow as though he thought Tony was an idiot. Internally, Tony could hardly believe the balls of this man when faced with the literal grim reaper.

“I know that,” the sorcerer said. “Even sincerely attempting true resurrection would damage the fabric of the universe.”

“So what exactly do you think you’re doing, trying to escape me?” Tony demanded.

“Am I?” he asked blandly.

Tony paused. Alright, so the sorcerer wasn’t exactly struggling to get out of his arms. But that didn’t explain what had been happening before he’d stepped in, nor did it mean that the other man wouldn’t try to escape once Tony loosened his grip.

“I’m not escaping death, or thwarting it or defying it. You.

“I’m just undoing it.”

Tony sputtered.

“And honestly, I’m pretty sure that the way you’re grinding time to a halt is doing more damage to the fabric of the universe than I am.”

“What-”

For the first time, Tony really paid attention to what was happening beyond the soul in his arms. He winced, wondering how he hadn’t realized the strain he was placing on existence because of the way he’d plucked out this particular soul as the sorcerer was doing...whatever the fuck he was doing.

“Shit,” he muttered, and immediately let go. He refused to acknowledge the reluctance with which he had done so, or how cold he felt now. How empty his arms were.

Tony was tempted to slap himself, but decided he’d humiliated himself enough. Instead, with a slightly better understanding of what was happening, he perfectly timed his shift for the one moment at a time that the sorcerer’s soul passed fully into his domain. The passage of time paused much more naturally then, as the soul at that moment was cleanly between the living and the dead.

The sorcerer immediately frowned, but there was also something like relief in his gaze. “Don’t,” he protested. “I can’t - I need to -”

“Take a break,” Tony invited, stopping him in his tracks with gentle hands framing his face. “Explain what the hell you’re doing. And tell me your name.”

“Stephen. Dr. Stephen Strange.”

“I’m Tony Stark. It’s nice to meet you, Stephen.”

#ironstrange #Stephen Strange #tony stark #grim reaper!tony stark #fanfiction #fanfic #my fanfic #my fanfiction #grim reaper #this turned out longer than i expected #inspiration and then boom #words

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