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couldntbedamned · 5 months

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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 31

Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters

Author's Note: I cannot overstate how self-indulgent the writing of this chapter has been. I absolutely adore it and I hope you do, as well!

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Chapter 31

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The flight from New Amsterdam to California would take fourteen hours. When booking, Stephen had paid for one of the airship's coveted private cabins, wanting both the convenience and to ensure Peter would have fond memories of his first time on one of the zeppelins he was so interested in.

Peter's excitement over finally getting to ride in a zeppelin had been apparent all week. He was less excited about the need to wake up at three in the morning so they could make it to the hangar in Upper York and fly out at five in the morning. Even with Stephen making sure the Buick was loaded the night before, there was still a feeling of being rushed which neither of them enjoyed.

"You are insufferable when you're cranky from lack of sleep," Stephen told him while driving.

"I've been told," Peter said through a yawn. "Sorry about that. My Aunt May hated trying to wake me up."

"When we board, the flight staff will have their safety presentation that we'll have to sit through. Then, you'll have the chance to sleep in the cabin once we're airborne and stable." He'd sat through the safety lecture many times.

"And you'll make sure I don't sleep the whole time?"

"It's a fourteen hour flight; you'll be awake for the majority of it, I promise."

Peter nodded and dozed off with his head against the window.

He roused Peter once they pulled into the parking garage for the hangar and they made their way to the security checkpoint where their tickets and identification was checked. The attendant at the counter frowned at him when he provided Peter's identification but passed them through.

"What was that about?" Peter asked.

Ah. Peter had noticed.

"I believe she took exception with the fact that your identification was issued by the Bureau and that I'm a selecting spouse."

That had Peter offering up a frown of his own. "Well, that's just dumb," he said. "Lots of people have BCSS marriages."

Was he reading too much into Peter's words? Or was Peter just still grumpy from lack of sleep?

"Luckily a sour expression was all we had to deal with," he soothed. "And her sour expression is basically a smile compared to the charge nurse at Sanctum General's ER."

Peter grinned. "You've made Nurse Temple angry before, haven't you?"

"Only once. It wasn't on purpose, and I've learned to tread carefully since," he admitted. He'd rather swallow rocks than risk incurring Nurse Temple's wrath again. Her ire had not been fun to be the recipient of and she had a stressful enough job as it was.

"Aw, he's human just like the rest of us!"

"You're such a brat."

Tired as he was, Peter looked around the bustling hangar - one of eight on the edge of Upper York - with interest. He'd been here once before, but he'd been too excited about meeting Tony Stark! to pay much attention in and around the massive structure. The zeppelin he and Stephen would be flying out on was the third ship to leave the assigned hangar that morning. There was a fourth airship behind them.

Peter knew zeppelins were so much larger than many realized, but seeing the size of the passenger gondola and how it was dwarfed by the sheer size of the envelope of the ship was truly awe-inspiring. Obviously the airship was huge - the hangars were each thirty stories tall and three football pitches wide, after all - but seeing it in-person was a whole new experience. Even the mobile mooring masts that steered the zeppelins in and out of the hangars were impressive.

"This is the Cessna LTA 2-4026 model," he rattled off while they stood waiting to board. "It was officially approved to fly two years ago and so far there are thirteen hundred all over the globe, and they make up thirty percent of the zeppelins flying today."

Stephen listened patiently as they progressed through the line and up the ramp. He handed the attendant the top copy of their tickets, reserving the canary and pink copies for the lunch check during the flight and luggage retrieval once they arrived in New Angeles. Peter's excitement at something as mundane as air travel was enjoyable to witness. He himself had flown multiple times and did fine the science and grandeur of it interesting, but Peter's enthusiasm lent a new view of it all, somehow. He also found it adorable that Peter kept yawning through his recitations.

They were escorted to their cabin where they stowed their carry-ons. Stephen locked the cabin and slipped the key in the interior pocket of his blazer. Then he and Peter took two of the unassigned seats. Peter looked around, taking in every detail he could. Stephen could see him practically vibrating with the desire to move over to the side of the gondola where the windows provided a currently unimpressive view.

"You can go look once we're in the air and the flight staff have given us leave to move around."

In less than half an hour, everyone had boarded and took their seats.

A voice came on over the speakers.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Captain Seagrum and assisting me on this fourteen hour flight to New Angeles, California is Captain Ayers. We're in the process of completing our pre-flight checks and will start our steering out of the hangar once given the green light by Hangar Control. In the meantime, our dedicated flight staff will brief you on the safety procedures of this airship."

The flight staff ran through their presentation and while many of the passengers had obviously heard it before, Peter made sure to pay attention. Logically he knew where was an almost zero percent chance of a water landing, but surely knowing what would be expected was better than not knowing. What if they were forced to land on a lake and it was up to him to save everyone?

Captain Seagrum came back on the speakers after the fight staff finished. "We've been given the green light so please remain seated as we steer out of the hangar and begin our ascent."

Slowly, the zeppelin began moving through the hangar until they were steered outside where the sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon orange and pink. There was a pause wherein Peter assumed the hangar ground crew were detaching the mooring mast and then there was the curious and gentle sensation of the ship rising.

"We are beginning our ascent, and we expect to cruise at an altitude of approximately three thousand meters."

Peter leaned into Stephen. "Cessna is currently doing research and development into pressurized gondolas. The thought is that that pressurizing will allow the zeppelins to reach higher altitudes. But if they do, they'll have to address making the shell and envelope of the ship stronger." Then he yawned, causing Stephen to chuckle.

"Looks like you'll be going down for a nap shortly," Stephen told him. When Peter opened his mouth to complain, Stephen cut him off. "You'll be awake for plenty of this flight and I'm not going to listen to you struggling to stay awake when you'll have a comfortable place to rest."

"Can I at least look out the promenade windows first?"

"Yes, of course."

The all-clear to move around the gondola was given and Peter fairly launched himself out of his seat and over to the starboard promenade area. Stephen joined him at much more dignified pace, though he enjoyed seeing Peter so excited. Peter looked out one of the floor to ceiling windows, taking in the view of what was turning out to be a magnificent New Amsterdam morning in late spring.

Stephen let Peter take in the view for a few minutes before he tried to stifle a large yawn. "Okay, to the cabin with you."

He guided Peter to their private cabin and unlocked the door.

The cabin itself held a queen bed, a small built in chest of drawers, and an armchair. There were also windows with retracting shades.

"Are you going to stay here?" Peter asked after removing his shoes, his blazer, and tie. He started unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

"Would like for me to stay?" Stephen asked. "And if your answer is dependent on whether or not I intend the ravish you at three thousand meters, the answer is no. The soundproofing of these cabins is quite lacking, I'm afraid. I'd rather keep your delightful noises to myself."

Peter blushed but nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. In our home is one thing, but in a public zeppelin is another."

"Precisely."

"Isn't there a dining lounge a level down?" Peter asked.

"There is."

"You should have breakfast, then," he said. "It'll be seven before long."

"Alright. I'll lock the door behind me; no one should bother you. Get some sleep and I'll wake you up in time for luncheon."

He waited until Peter drifted off and then left, doing as he said and locking the door behind him. He didn't linger in the dining lounge, content to eat a bagel with cream cheese and lox - Peter was on to something there - a small bowl of cut fruit, and wash down breakfast with a cup of coffee. His fellow passengers were even less inclined to talk at the early hour than he was so luckily, no one approached.

There wasn't much else to do but content himself with one of the books he'd brought. He chose a seat on the port side promenade and started reading. It was a medical murder thriller - one highly recommended by Clea he'd agreed to try. He found himself enjoying it tremendously, even if the man in charge of solving the gruesome and convoluted murder was no Rex Gladstone. He could even appreciate that author had clearly done her research; the doctors, nurses, and medical examiner she'd written knew their stuff. Probably an hour later, one of the flight staff pushed her cart through the promenade and Stephen accepted the offer of a cherry fizzy water and a small bag of crisps before turning his attention back to the book. He needed to know if he'd correctly guessed who the killer was and their motive.

(He was right.)

He started on another book and was half-way through it when he noticed that some of the other passengers were leaving the promenade. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost time to wake Peter.

His young husband was curled up on the bed, chest rising and falling softly. He looked so peaceful that Stephen almost hated to wake him up. However, Peter needed to eat and letting him get too much sleep before acclimating to a new time zone once they reached California would only lead to his husband being cranky, which Stephen had no desire to deal with.

He shook Peter awake gently. "Peter, it's time to wake up."

Peter's eyes fluttered open and he stretched. "It's time already?"

"They'll start serving luncheon in about thirty minutes."

Peter nodded and sat up. "There should be food I'll be able to eat, right?"

"Yes, I informed the ship line when I bought our tickets. Your canary copy has your dietary note on it."

"Oh! Great!" He started to re-button his cuffs and the top three of his shirt. He took the tie Stephen handed him and pulled it tighter after slipping it around his neck. His shoes were next and then he shrugged into the light-weight blazer. "Will I do?"

"I'll be the envy of many, for sure," Stephen said with a smile.

Peter's cheeks went pink.

"Come, I don't believe in being fashionably late."

Peter barely resisted pinching himself over the course of luncheon. He couldn't believe that he, Peter Strange, poor guy from Midtown, was actually eating a fancy luncheon on a zeppelin! He always imagined that if he ever got to take a ride on one, it would be one of the smaller commercial zeppelins, where seats were assigned and passengers only served a small snack and refreshment.

Instead he sat across from Stephen enjoying a bowl of hot tomato basil soup with a perfectly cooked grilled cheese on sourdough. There was also a bowl of fruit and his favorite brand of lemon fizzy water. Stephen's lunch was an arugula salad topped with radishes, cherry tomatoes, pine nuts, feta cheese, a balsamic vinaigrette, and sliced steak cooked to a medium rare. He forewent the offered fizzy water and instead had a glass of red wine.

"Is it good?" he asked Stephen.

"It is. Yours?"

"Oh, it's wonderful," Peter assured him. "Simple can be good." It was simple, yes, but the soup was flavorful and the grilled cheese had a delightful mix of cheeses that elevated it far above what he himself would usually make.

"How was your nap?"

"The bed is far more comfortable than I thought it would be," Peter said. "What did you end up doing?"

Stephen wiped his mouth and smiled. "I sat on the promenade and read. I finished the copy of A Hush at Stillsong General Clea loaned me and started Mutiny of the Spaceborn."

"No wild parties, then?"

"No wild parties."

"What did you think of Stillsong?" Peter asked eagerly.

"It was a good read," Stephen admitted. "I can always appreciate when an author does their research and the medical aspect was handled very well."

"Did you guess who the killer was?"

"And the motive," Stephen confirmed. "It was a good read; I enjoyed it."

One of the staff wheeled over a dessert cart and they each selected what they preferred. Stephen chose a warm apple crumble tart and Peter, knowing he was being quite predictable, chose a chocolate pudding parfait.

"I knew that's what you'd pick," Stephen teased after the young man wheeling the cart moved on.

"I've always had a weakness for chocolate," Peter said simply, digging into his parfait.

The view from the promenade was spectacular and Stephen glanced from his book to the windows every now and again. Peter had finally settled down with a book of his own - another gruesome murder mystery loaned to him by Clea. It was an enjoyable afternoon and he spent as much time people-watching as he did reading and looking out of the floor to ceiling windows.

"What time will it be when we arrive in Malibu?" he asked Stephen when they returned to the dining lounge for supper.

Stephen checked his watch and presumably did some quick math in his head. "It will be around four pm because of the time difference. We'll most likely arrive at the mansion around five-thirty."

Peter shook his head. "Time zones are so weird."

Stephen chuckled. "They are and they have confounded and exhausted many a traveler. Our mobiles will update when we land so we'll be oriented."

"Is Tony picking us up from the hangar?"

"He's sending a car service," Stephen said. "Given her delicate condition he's hesitant to leave Sharon alone at home and he's even less inclined to let her leave their mansion."

"No wonder she sounded so annoyed when I spoke with her the other day," Peter said. "She kept muttering about how she was going to slip a sleeping tonic into his drink so she could get some peace and quiet."

Stephen laughed harder.

"You don't sound very sympathetic to her plight," Peter chided playfully.

"Hey, I tried to warn her off when they first met," Stephen said, still laughing.

"I'm glad they found each other," Peter said. "I know I never met them before they got married, but they just seem to work, you know?"

Stephen nodded. "I do. I had my reservations, but now I can't imagine either of them with someone else. True happiness like theirs is rare."

They continued reading, only stopping when yet another of the flight staff wheeled a cart in with fizzy waters, bottled sodas, and a selection of light snacks.

"I could get used to this," Peter commented as he enjoyed a lemon fizzy water and small plate of apple slices with peanut butter.

"I don't know," Stephen said. "I find myself missing the snacks you packed for me the last time I flew."

It was absurd, but Peter was ridiculously pleased to hear it.

The descent to the New Angeles International Hangar was smooth and Peter hardly felt the airship connect with the mobile mooring mast that begin to steer it into the awaiting hangar - one of twelve!

Stephen didn't seem to be in any rush to disembark, guiding Peter back to their cabin to collect their things and ensure they had their pink tickets for the luggage claim. Peter gave the zeppelin one last look around before following Stephen and joining the throng of people in the arrivals bay.

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Stephen asked once they claimed their luggage and went to the passenger pick up bay.

"It was!" Peter assured him. "It was perfect! Even if I did have to nap for part of it."

There was a chauffeur waiting with a small sign that read 'Strange'. Stephen confirmed with the man that he was indeed employed by Stark Industries and showed his own identification. Peter didn't see why the man had to store their luggage in the trunk of the gleaming Cadillac, but followed Stephen's lead. Stephen helped him into the back of the car and then joined him.

"How long of a drive is it?" Peter asked.

The chauffeur, Klaus, answered before Stephen could. "It will be around an hour," he said. "We'll use the pooling lane to avoid most of the outgoing rush hour traffic."

While Stephen and Klaus made light conversation, Peter spent the ride leaning against Stephen, content with the easy-listening radio station Klaus had happily turned on. It had been such a long day and he was looking forward to going to bed later that evening almost as much as he was looking forward to seeing Sharon and Tony again.

"Not much longer," Stephen assured him quietly. "We'll visit, have dinner, visit some more, and then I'll take you to bed."

Peter eyed him. "Planning on returning the favor from their last visit?"

Stephen smirked. "Oh, you have no idea."

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#couldntbedamned fic #spiderstrange #spideystrange #stephen strange x peter parker #peter parker x stephen strange #1950s modern fusion au #1950s au #read the tags and warnings #no seriously read them #peter parker #stephen strange

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doctorofmagic · 1 year

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#ultimate strange ship #round 1 #doctor strange #stephen strange #silver surfer #norrin radd #spider-man #peter parker #silverstrange #spideystrange #this one will tell if i brainwashed my followes well enough

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curiousgalacticsoul · 2 years

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Just bcos it's a spiderman movie doesn't mean Peter (& his friends) needs to be shown cool & smart than the one & only Doctor Strange, in NWH!

About mirror dimension. Like seriously? All the sorcerers till now used & defeated enemies in this "simple" region, easily understood & mastered in just one go, with math!? By a teenage kid? It's meant to be a complex area, reflective of our own world, difficult to comprehend by any non-sorcerer, which benefits the opener.

Finally, about Ned opening portal. Omg this one. When we've people from all walks of life practising opening portal using sling ring at Kamar-Taj for weeks (if not months!) & our own Stephen (a genius) opening a portal after trying at least 10 times, we've Ned opening it much quicker than that, without introduction to basic spells & handwork. Isn't it dangerous then if the sling ring falls into the hands of any common person if it's "so" easy to open a portal?

Idk why I felt many times throughout NWH that Strange wasn't shown at his best (even in MoM) & that his expertise in magic was often overpowered by Peter's cleverness or his friends.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #dr strange #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #no way home #nwh #ned #marvel #marvel studios #mcu #benedict cumberbatch #tom holland #spideystrange

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poisonwrites · 2 years

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Worlds Away

Rating: E

Pairing: Peter Parker / Stephen Strange

~37k words, now complete!

Summary: Peter keeps falling asleep in his own bed and somehow waking up in the Sanctum Sanctorum next to a frustrated Stephen Strange. Neither are sure why the Cloak of Levitation keeps kidnapping Peter, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore, especially when the cloak seems dead-set on the two waking up in each other’s arms OR: 5 times Peter ends up in Strange’s bed, and one time Strange ends up in Peter’s bed.

Read the final chapter here!

#spiderstrange #spideystrange #peter parker x stephen strange #stranger #my work

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strange-ships · 2 years

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Happy birthday to the Marvel bicycle Peter Benjamin Parker ! I imagine he's got all these men lining up to treat him to a lovely night full of fun 😏

#spidercest #spideycest #starker #punishspider #punishspidey #spideydevil #curt connors x peter parker #spideygoblin #octospidey #spideypool #spideystrange #spideybrock #spideyvenom

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cyberdelph · 1 year

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#spideystrange #spiderman #dr strange #marvel

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professional-benaddict · 10 months

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the thought of peter crushing on professor!stephen is just cute, we really need more spideystrange content ACKKKK

Peter’s studying biotech and they have a guest professor coming to have a lecture about medical technology. The professor has dark hair with splashes of grey, all combed neatly backwards to show off his angled face and sharp eyes. He introduces himself as Doctor Stephen Strange, recently retired neurosurgeon and now lecturer.

Peter can tell right away he is a person who is used to being in control of an OR and a whole team of people. He has to focus very hard on actually listening to what the professor is saying, not just how his lips move when he talks.

Some of the other students are also eager to hear more from Strange and they ask if they will have more lectures with him.

“If you want more or me, you’ll have to transfer to medicine. That’s where I’m at.”

Peter does exactly that.

#spiderstrange #strangespider #peter parker x stephen strange #peter parker/stephen strange #peter parker #stephen strange #ask

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egg2k16 · 1 year

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2022 AO3 Year-End Fic Review

@praetorqueenreyna did one, n so I wanted to do one as well!

What is your AO3 account? I'm RedLlamas !

How many words did you write total in 2022? I wrote 39,493 words!

How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots? I wrote 14 fics! They were all oneshots, but three of them were a new series I started, the relics of fourteen duels, about modern day merthur!

What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic? My longest fic was for Open Range, Riding to Miles City, at 8,222 words! My shortest fic was for Marvel comics spideypool, Thumbing, at 1,426 words!

What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic? My most popular was for Merlin, En garde! Prêts? Allez! . It's the beginning of my modern merthur series! My least popular was Riding to Miles City 😩 no one's watched that movie at ALL. I'm encouraging everyone here to watch it, btw 👀

What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would? I write for A Lot of rarepairs, so I'm never surprised whenever I post something, and it gets Very little traction. However, I have noticed that all my fics have fared...a bit worse this year, since there has been a considerable downpick of people leaving comments. I guess it has to do with newcomers not realizing that you can, in fact, leave a comment on a fic that's a month old. It's really disheartening to see, that no one really wants to interact with me after the fact. That being said, I'm surprised my Squid Game fic, i wanna be the only one you need, didn't hit as hard. It's an omegaverse fic! With the main pairing of the show, sangihun! I think it may have to do with the fact that I made Sang-woo the omega, n Gi-hun the alpha, the...first fic to do that combination, actually

What fic performed way better than you thought it would? Honestly, my first merthur fic, I Just Wanna Dream ! I got very positive responses, n that made me very happy!

What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022? Riding to Miles City!!! I LOVE Open Range, and I LOVE Diego Luna, and I just wanna hold n squeeze him n kiss him n make him all mine – so obviously, the fic where he's starring as the romantic lead will be just filled to the brim w my pining n sexual desires in the perfect cowboy setting. I wrote that fic so fast, let me tell ya! So so excited to write it, and I even ended up being the first to write for Charley/Button! It's good, being the king, of my own little island

What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? I barely read fics in 2022 😭 I was so stressed out from college, on top of the fact that I got back into reading books! It was very exciting, I hadn't picked up a book since like, 2014! But, I did finally get into the habit of bookmarking fics to reread! My fave fic written in 2022 is definitely Relic by thiefless ! It's a spideystrange fic, w the focus actually being on the Cloak of Levitation! I really love outsider povs, n the fact that this is an intelligent inanimate object? w feelings?? absolutely amazing!!!

Tag your friends to have them do this year-end fic review as well!

Anyone who comes across this is welcome to play! Tagging @skatingthinandice @sequencefairy @uneventfulhouses @lurkerviolin @fagjimmymcgill @pomegranate @destroyallhumans @mothmaneatsass @punk-rock-yuppie !!!

#post #writing be like #fanfic be like #ao3 #my fics

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skits-things · 10 months

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Hiya! I'm Skits, I go by She/Hers and I'm a fanfiction writer. My AO3 is linked in my about.

This is a writing blog and will post and reblog things related to my writing and interests. Currently I'm very MCU focused - Stephen Strange has infested my brain and isn't leaving anytime soon.

Asks are always open for anything. I take prompts right now, but look below the readmore for this post before sending me any. Rules are there.

Reblogs might or might not be tagged. Sometimes I forget.

This blog is for me so don't argue with me about my opinions. Disagree, sure, but don't start a fight.

Tags

These are the most consistent tags I use. This list will be edited as I remember/think up more.

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Prompts

Current Number of Prompts: 1

You can send them in my ask box. :)

Here are a couple of things I’d like to emphasize for those interested:

I write for fun. This is done in my freetime and whenever I get inspiration. It might take a long time for me to fill the prompt. If there's a prompt or ask I do not want to write, I will outright say so.

It comes without saying, but underage and sexual abuse is a definite no. I don't have too many other limits, but there's a lot of weird stuff out there. I might not have heard about them. Feel free to ask but please be aware there's a good chance I will say no. Limits will be updated as I come across them.

Yes, I am open to writing NSFW but all NSFW will be under a readmore. No judgement on the prompts (I'm open to trying to write things at least once) but I will also refuse if I find that something is outside my comfort zone.

Yes, I ship. My OTP is Ironstrange. I don't wanna have a mile long list of my other ships here, but feel free to ask. I'll let you know if I'm open to writing a different ship.

Genfic prompts are ABSOLUTELY WELCOME. The category is sadly underappreciated.

If I happen to reblog/participate in an event with a prompt set, I am usually alright with receiving requests about them.

Unquestionable, but, prompts from other posts/not an original prompt you made is, of course, welcome.

I have a Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. I'm up for any prompts along those lines.

I don’t write/read x reader or reader insert. Sorry. I'm okay with using second person POV however.

I do not write “Not [X] Friendly” fics. I do not like character bashing.

The rules may update from time to time. Please check them before sending requests.

My preferences

I prefer if Stephen Strange is a character I'm writing about, but I'm not entirely against writing about other MCU characters. If the character is obscure, I might not have heard about them and OOC is likely to occur. I do both fluffy works and angst, so ask for as much hurt or comfort as you want. Multiverse of Madness is also on my hate list and I am not likely to write Wanda very positively - though, again, I don't do character bashing.

Reading wise, I sample from all over the place. My hard limits on things I refuse to read/write are things like SpideyStrange, where the age difference/character generations are too far apart for me to stand. ScarletStrange is another ship I do not like personally.

Other things

While I don't mind constructive criticism, if there isn't a single thing (no matter how small) you also like about my writing, I don't know what you're doing on my blog. I am a hobby writer - not a professional, and human besides that. I have feelings. Don't hurt them.

Minors are allowed to follow as I do not post anything too explicit; at least without tagging them.

Ask me if you want to translate/post my works to other platforms. You must have my written permission.

If you disagree with me (e.g. you characterise/see/view [Character A] as … but I write them as …), please keep in mind that all of this is fiction and everyone is allowed to have their own opinions. But well, feel free to discuss with me if you’d like.

Please don’t hesitate if you have any questions! ^-^

If you've read everything above, then thanks! Let's all interact with respect and positivity! :)

#pinned post #prompt rules

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ktrew · 2 years

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Kiss meme

#thorki #frostiron #ironstrange #spideystrange #starker

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winterspiderpurrs · 8 months

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Singer Peter Parker giving an interview for a popular radio/podcast show.

Talking about his past experiences and post break up realizing it was for the best and that while it hurts that's okay. Learn and grow. How friends helped motivate him. Why he quit drinking, how he got back into shape and is putting himself out there now.

And of course they ask who the secret ex(s) were since Peter never publicly said who he was with. Course Peter said he would never out anyone unless he had permission so it will remain a mystery.

News stands the next day full of rumors of who could be the ex of Peter Parker. And who they think should date him next.

#writing prompt #peter parker x anyone #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #spidershield #starker #shieldspider #spideydevil #spideytorch #spideystrange #winterspiderpurrs

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couldntbedamned · 5 months

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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 30

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

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Chapter 30

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They didn't go to Grand Orleans due to forecasts of bad weather, but they did drive the three hours to Upper Manhattan for an extended weekend.

Thursday afternoon found them checking into a fancy hotel. Stephen suggested they rest for a few hours in their room before going down to the Grand Salon for dinner. It didn't surprise Peter in the slightest that "resting" really meant sex and he enjoyed the novelty of being thoroughly debauched in a hotel room with a king bed and a stunning view of the city.

The Grand Salon was a marvel of crystal-like curtains and glowing chandeliers that complemented the rich wallpaper, lush velvet and silk seating. He'd never been in such an elegant, refined place. Everyone was dressed in fine clothes and for once, Peter felt like he belonged thanks to his tailored suit and the reading he'd done on etiquette and fine dining.

"Do you want to see the prices on the menu or would you like me to order for you?" Stephen asked once they were seated and he was handed the day's menu. "I think I have a fairly good idea of what you'll enjoy."

"Please," Peter said, relieved. There was no way their dinner would be anything other than outrageously expensive and he'd rather not have to worry about the cost.

Stephen ordered them both a Cardini salad, baked salmon with squash, spinach, and scallions in a rich beurre blanc, and glazed roasted carrots. He even ordered panna cotta for dessert. Everything was delicious and it was the most exquisite meal Peter had ever had.

"Well?" Stephen prompted as Peter finished his last bite of the vanilla custard topped with a blueberry compote and side of lavender ice cream.

"Rich people might be on to something, food-wise," he admitted. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

Stephen replaced Peter's battered luggage with a new set during a trip to Gimbels the next morning.

"I already have luggage!" Peter protested.

"Yes, and it's falling apart," Stephen said, unimpressed. "You might keep in mind that the set you arrived with is, by your own admission, older than you. It was well used and has served its purpose."

Peter couldn't argue with that. Stephen's gift was a nice set and would no doubt last him for a decade or two.

Gimbels was only the tip of the ice burg. Stephen guided him into L.S. Ayres and he spent a few hours being measured and and given a selection of clothing better suited to warmer temperatures to try on. There was little point in protesting; he needed clothes for spring and summer and he'd put on a few inches of muscle in addition to a few pounds since the previous August - one of the benefits of having steady, nutritious meals for months on end.

And, he had to admit, Stephen's taste was impeccable. Peter looked so far removed from the gangly, underfed boy hailing from Midtown... but he also looked like himself.

"Thanks for all the clothes," Peter said while they ate lunch at the L.S. Ayres tea room. It was a nice place, clearly designed to keep shoppers from leaving the department store for lunch. He enjoyed watching the small group of men and women walking around modeling the latest fashions.

"You're welcome," Stephen said. "You can't exactly be running around Malibu in long-sleeves."

That evening, Stephen surprised him with attending a show in Upper Manhattan's famed theatre district. Peter had never seen such a spectacle but he thoroughly enjoyed the music, dancing, and clever humor of The Music Man.

"I've seen community plays before," Peter told Stephen that night after they returned to their hotel room. "But nothing like that! I think I liked it more than the movies I've seen!"

Saturday morning they decided to spend the day out. He enjoyed exploring a city he'd only been to as a young child and even when they passed near Columbia University, Peter's mood didn't drop. That wasn't his life anymore and the one he had now was turning out to be a good one.

They didn't go to another show on Saturday evening, but Stephen took him to see a movie where they ate hot buttered popcorn and washed it down with fountain sodas.

"You said you've seen movies before?" He asked as the taxi drove them back to their hotel.

Peter nodded. "There was a dollar theater at the very edge of Midtown - the farthest the street trolley would travel. Every movie they showed was a few years old and I only managed to see a few, but I liked them." He considered for a moment. "I prefer radio shows, though. I like having pictures of what everything looks like in my mind and not shown."

"I feel the same way," Stephen agreed.

On Sunday they lazed in bed and barely made the cut-off to order in-room breakfast. They took their time packing and checking out before Stephen drove them back home.

"Have you done this often?" Peter asked as they drove. "Just take off for a long weekend?"

"Maybe once or twice every other year," Stephen said. "I have the amount of vacation time I have banked for a reason. The few times I've been asked to assist in a surgery like the one last autumn I would stay and enjoy a day or two if the city was interesting."

"But you didn't last time. You came home as soon as you could."

Stephen briefly looked over at him. "I had a reason to want to be home."

Work was more or less peaceful now that everyone on the hospital's board had met Peter and observed the two of them together. They'd hosted another dinner for an important pair of donors to the hospital and Peter had them charmed before the appetizers (his famous walnut date bites with coconut whip and sweet potato stacks) were even touched. It almost seemed too good to be true.

It was.

One Wednesday morning a week before his trip with Peter to California, Reed Richards came to his office and asked to speak with him.

"How may I help you?" Stephen asked.

Reed sat. "I very much enjoyed meeting your husband."

He said nothing.

"He's a fine young man and so gifted. I don't want to sound as though I'm bragging but there aren't many people I can talk about oncology, feature scoring, and bio-markers with. Peter kept up without a pause."

"He's a smart young man," Stephen agreed.

"And I can't help but wonder if his potential is being squandered. He was chosen to write for Van Dyne," Reed continued. "If his theories proved true, he could have revolutionized wound care. Stephen, he needs to be in college, not playing house husband."

"What are you really getting at?" Stephen asked. He had an idea, of course, and he could feel his temper rising.

"Your year with the BCSS is up in August. Stephen, I really think the right thing for you to do would be to annul the marriage. Peter had such a bright future ahead of him and keeping him chained to you isn't fair to him. Like I've said, a young man like him should be in college and making his mark on the world."

"Get out."

"Stephen-"

"No. All this song and dance about how you and the others just want me to be happy and now that you've seen I am, you want it destroyed. I'm so sorry I didn't follow your groupthink and ignore a fellow doctor's egregious malpractice, but just because I actually have a code of ethics I follow doesn't mean you get to make my life miserable to assuage your own guilt. Get out."

Reluctantly, Reed left with a parting "At least consider it."

Stephen managed to keep from throwing something, but only just.

The rest of his day passed in a haze and worst of all was the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Richards, damn the man, was probably right.

Peter could tell something was wrong when Stephen came home.

Stephen didn't acknowledge his greeting but went upstairs to change. When he came down it was as if he were going through the motions of a pleasant meal and evening in. It stung a little, considering the effort Peter had put into making the beef Wellington. It was a new attempt, and he'd hoped for even a small amount of praise.

"Did something happen at work?" Peter asked after Stephen bit into a lemon bar.

"Just a colleague speaking out of turn," Stephen said finally. "I'm sorry I'm such poor company at the moment."

"Was it anyone I know?"

"Yes, but what that person said hardly merits repeating," Stephen said. "Don't trouble yourself with it."

"If you say so," Peter said.

"I do say so," Stephen said sharply. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry. Just... don't worry about it."

"Stephen... if I've done something wrong, you can tell me."

"Not everything is about you, Peter," Stephen said.

Peter could only stare as Stephen got up and went upstairs. He listened carefully and heard the door to Stephen's office close.

What on earth was going on?

Stephen hadn't been this much of an asshole in months.

Talking with Tony and Sharon helped, at least.

He finalized plans to visit along with Peter and after Tony had to leave for an important SI meeting, Sharon assured Stephen that he'd be able to meet with two of her former colleagues who had a stake in the Quentin Beck case.

"It's kind of funny, though, isn't?" she wondered aloud while they were nailing down details.

"What is?"

"That Peter grew up so poor but somehow had an inheritance to be swindled out of."

He'd wondered about that himself, but there never seemed to be a reason to confront Peter over it. As far as Peter was aware, Stephen knew nothing about Quentin Beck or what had driven him to sign his life over to the BCSS. He'd hoped that Peter would trust him enough to talk to him about it, but apparently Peter didn't think it was necessary.

"A question for the ages," Stephen said.

"Johnson sent me some details and it looks like Beck deposited a hundred and fifty thousand around the time he vanished from Midtown, New Amsterdam."

All things considered, it wasn't exactly a glowing inheritance. Enough to let Peter keep his house and attend college for four years, but after that? Hardly anything to write home about.

Stephen made more than that in a quarter.

It was no wonder Peter thought Stephen's habits were wasteful and still preferred to save money when buying food and household items.

"Is something else going on?" Sharon asked. "You sound different."

He sighed. One of the problems with having friends was that even if those friends weren't former spies and trained interrogators, eventually they'd know someone well enough to know when something was off.

"It's something better discussed in person," he hedged.

"You'd better plan on discussing it when you two get here, then," she warned. "Bottling things up isn't going to help anyone."

"Says the woman who kept secrets for a living," he shot back.

Sharon laughed. "Oh, that wasn't even the half of it! Listen, Tony's spawn is playing football with my internal organs so I'm going to go lie down. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Take care of yourself," he urged.

Peter was withdrawn that night and everything about his body language - and the fact that he was wearing pajamas - said "back off."

Hating that he'd hurt Peter, Stephen did back off and dressed for bed himself.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier this evening," Stephen said after he'd joined Peter in bed. "You didn't deserve to be spoken to that way."

"No, I didn't," Peter said finally, still not looking at him. "I'm your spouse, not your verbal whipping boy."

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

"I don't ask about your day or what's bothering you to be nosy. I ask because you shouldn't have to deal with it alone."

"That's something I'm still coming to terms with," Stephen said. "I've been alone for a very long time."

"You're not, now. I know I'm not much-"

Stephen pulled him close and kissed him. "You're everything. I'm sorry I haven't made you feel that way. I'm... I'm glad that I have you."

Peter returned the kiss, pushing Stephen onto his back. "You have me." He kissed him again, started unbuttoning Stephen's pajama shirt, and then began to kiss down. And down.

"Peter, you don't-"

Peter looked up, amused. "I know." He continued his attentions downward and Stephen lifted his hips so Peter could pull clothing off.

Few things could make his mind go blissfully blank. Peter's mouth around his cock was one of them.

After he'd cleaned them up and before he fell asleep, Stephen vaguely wondered if Peter had any notion of the amount of power he could wield over him.

Peter took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The woman who answered smiled delightedly when she saw him. "Peter! How wonderful to see you!"

"I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, Sue," he said.

"Oh, not at all! I was just using the quiet to do some cleaning. Franklin and Valeria will just mess it up again when they return from day care, but needs must. What brings you by?"

"I was hoping you could pass on a message to Dr. Richards for me."

Sue nodded, still smiling. "Of course! What would you like for me to tell him?"

"I'd like for for him to keep his opinions on my marriage to himself. He might not approve of how I'm living my life but it's my life. Stephen is my selecting spouse and I don't like seeing him upset."

Her smile faltered just a bit and she closed her eyes, mouthing something that sounded like "that man". She didn't look surprised at all. "Of course, I'll tell him."

"I would really appreciate it," Peter said. "I'm sorry to have to even ask, but like I said, I don't like seeing Stephen upset."

She nodded. "I'm so sorry you've had to deal with this. Reed so often has very good intentions but his execution and inability to let things go can cause problems."

They exchanged a few minutes of small talk and then Peter returned home.

Hopefully, that would be the last of it.

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