#doctor strange whump

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

'It's Not the Years, Honey - It's the Mileage'

a Whumped Doctor Strange one-shot

Inspired by a couple of pre Multiverse of Madness articles comparing Stephen Strange to Indiana Jones😉😁

genre: whump, hurt/comfort, light humor

rating: general audience

characters: Stephen Strange, Tess O'Neill (Healer of Kamar-Taj, OFC); established relationship; Cloak of Levitation

word count: 1.9k

It was supposed to have been date night, but Stephen was overdue. Three hours overdue. Again. Tess had taken these things in stride, right from the start. After all, you can’t be lucky enough to be the significant other of the Sorcerer Supreme without being incredibly patient, understanding, and flexible. Besides which, he was always so adorable when he finally found his way home, sincere in his apologies, and more often than not, presenting her with a fresh bouquet, which he managed to conjure even before he uttered a single word. Tonight’s transgression was bound to be a two dozen roses mea culpa--and she just knew he’d make them her favorite: pale pink American Beauties.

Not that he ever needed to. His company was dear enough recompense for any time he kept her waiting. Except for the worrying, of course, but Tess had quickly adjusted to that, and so far she hadn’t made any complaint, no matter how late her Stephen managed to show up. She’d rather spend their precious time on more pleasant pursuits--and on showing him however she could, how happy he made her simply by being...him. 

And so, Tess had adjusted down their plans. First, from dinner out and a movie, to take-out and the latest blu-ray release. And then from that, to something she could whip up, quick and easy, in the Sanctum’s smaller kitchen. Stephen was bound to be hungry when he arrived, and she had a hearty pot of stew simmering on the stove and a batch of honey cornbread ready to pop into the oven while he cleaned up. 

Tess had just given the stew another stir, when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned to find Cloak looking battle singed and...well...harried. How this being without a face could express such a wide range of emotions was a continual wonder to her--but right now her immediate reaction was to ask if Stephen was alright. 

Cloak’s collar shook a clear ‘no’, and then it tugged at her arm, to get her moving. She turned off the stove and moved the stewpot to another burner, and followed Cloak down the grand staircase. And there sat Stephen on the third step, head bowed and shoulders hunched, his bloodstained tunic rent in several places. Tess’s heart leapt to her throat, though she tried to remain calm, realizing that he needed her as a Healer tonight, far more than as the woman who loved him. 

She dropped to one knee in front of him, noting that the shelf of his jaw bore a dark bruise, and that he had a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching her sure hands towards him, studying his wounds with practiced eyes, evaluating which she should address first. Thankfully, the blood on his clothing was dried, so that Tess concluded he wasn’t actively bleeding. “What happened,” she asked quietly, concerned to see him breathe shallowly, as breathing any deeper appeared to make him wince. 

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered, as she placed both of her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, searching for any internal damage. 

“Ow...ow...ow...owwwwwwww,” he grumbled, “Is this really necessary?” 

Cloak was flitting back and forth, giving the closest approximation of pacing as possible. “It certainly is, as well you know...Doctor.” To that he only grunted, then followed with a heavy groan when she palpated his lower ribs and abdomen. “Stephen,” she informed him patiently, “You’ve got at least three cracked ribs...” 

“I know,” he replied curtly, “Don’t you think I know that?”

Tess tried to placate him. “Of course you do--but there’s no need to be pissy about it. It’ll just take a simple healing spell to start them knitting properly together.” 

“I...know,” he repeated through gritted teeth, attempting to stand. Cloak had to swoop in to keep him from landing hard on his bottom. 

Tess rose and wiped her hands on her denim capris. “Cloak, can you get him up to the infirmary, so I can take care of him properly?” 

Cloak nodded, but Stephen had other ideas. “No infirmary--just get me to my room...” 

Honestly, doctors really do make the worst patients, she thought, although she held her tongue, telling Stephen instead, “Nope. It’s the infirmary for you.” He huffed, but didn’t speak up. “And that’s Healer’s orders, Stephen. I outrank you in this, at least for the moment...” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively. He handed her his sling ring, “We can portal there--it’ll be quicker and a less bumpy trip than relying on...” He wagged his head in Cloak’s direction. 

Tess had to suppress a chuckle, as Cloak’s reaction to that perceived insult was to turn its back to Stephen. “Alright,” she sighed, slipping his ring on and bringing the golden circle to life. She returned to his side and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “Just lean on me, and we’ll be there in a jiffy.” 

She could feel his aversion to appearing so needy, even as he braced himself with an arm across her shoulders, but knew well that it wasn’t on her account. Stephen generally disliked showing weakness to anyone, although as their relationship had blossomed, his trust in her had been enough for him to reveal much of what he hid from the world behind sarcasm and bravado. Tess had always taken such precious trust as both a privilege and an honor. Stiff lipped against his pain and leaning on her heavily, they hobbled through the portal and Tess led him to sit on the nearest bed. 

The infirmary was empty but for them, and she took a moment to close the portal, and then rushed to gather her supplies. Disinfectant and a basin of warm water, along with a washcloth and the softest, fluffiest towel she could conjure, for after she got him cleaned up. And bandages. Lots and lots of bandages. Tess returned to Stephen’s side to find him struggling to remove his tunic. She set down her things, telling him, “Here...let me...” 

“I’ve...got...this.” he grunted, though it was clearly hurting him to raise his arms above his head. 

“No. No you don’t,” she corrected him gently, “Please--just let me do my job, Stephen.” 

“Alright...alright...” He did his best to relax as she worked the garment over his head and off. Tess gasped at the network of contusions across his shoulders and upper chest. “Dammit, Tess...that hurts!” 

“I know, darling. I know.” To her relief, most of his bruises appeared superficial. “Let’s start by getting you cleaned up, okay.” Stephen nooded, and closed his eyes as she washed the cut on his nose, and several shallow scratches on his cheeks and chin, finally seeing to the split on his lower lip. 

Next, she addressed the wounds on his back, circling behind him and perching on the edge of the bed. She was relieved again to find that they were rather shallow as well, and made quick work of cleansing them. Tess chose that moment to speak to him as his woman, rather than as a Healer. “You know--you’re extremely fit for a man your age, darling. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful out there.”

“It’s not the years, honey...” he snorted, “...it’s the mileage...” Stephen had stiffened despite her gentle approach, but when she applied the disinfectant, he hissed out a string of very un-Stephen-like curses. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” she muttered, her patience beginning to strain.

“I’m not,” he responded petulantly. 

Coulda fooled me, she thought, but bit back that retort. A few minutes more and she had his wounds properly bandaged. Tess set aside the basin and the towel, telling him, “Now let’s see about those ribs. Do you think you can lay back? It’ll be easier that way.” 

“Of course I can,” he barked, “I’m not an invalid, you know.” 

No, you’re just the crankiest Master of the Mystic Arts that I've ever encountered. Bravest and most selfless too, so I suppose I can forgive your churlishness.

He winced when she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to ease him onto his back. Closing her eyes again, she skimmed her hands above the skin covering his damaged ribs, whispering the charm needed to bolster his body’s natural healing ability. Satisfied that she had succeeded once she could feel the spell take root, Tess pulled her hands away and opened her eyes. Stephen’s were closed, and his face had gone slack with a look of relief. Good enough, she concluded, hoping he would sleep a long while to aid in healing. 

Still, she thought she could do a little something to speed the reduction in the nastiest of his contusions--and it would be best to try while he was asleep. She reached tentative fingers to Stephen’s right shoulder. His eyes flew open with a start, “Owwwwww...that’s still tender, you know!” 

“I’m just trying to help...” 

“Well...I don’t need a nurse anymore,” he groused, “I just want to sleep.” 

“If you let me see to these now, you’ll feel much better in the morning...” Tess trailed her fingertips along his jaw, channeling her own energy into relieving his pain. “Any better?”

"A little,” he pouted, “But it hurts...almost everywhere...”

There seemed to be no pleasing him this way--but still, it was her nature to try. Exasperated, she blurted out, “Well, dammit, Stephen--where doesn’t it hurt?” 

Looking defiant, he showed her his elbow, “Here.” Tess laid the softest kiss she could upon it. 

“And...and here,” he added, pointing to his forehead, his whole demeanor softening in response to her tenderness. Cautiously, Tess leaned in and planted a loving kiss there. Momentum had turned in her favor. 

Stephen pointed to his un-blackened eye, “Um...here?”

Tess smiled softly, watching his eyes flutter shut, and then brushed her lips as lightly as she could upon his eyelid. There was a moment as her face hovered over his, and the look when he opened his eyes made her heart start to melt--for within their mercurial depths, she saw both gratitude and an apology for his childish behavior. Stephen tapped his lips and murmured, “Here.” 

She wondered if he felt her indulgent smile as their lips finally met, but before too long their kiss had gone from chaste to something deeper and more enduring, as he relaxed completely under her loving ministration. When she finally pulled away, Tess found that her kiss had worked a magic of its own, and her beloved Stephen was out like a light. 

Tess arose and draped the sheet across him lightly, then levitated the next bed over and landed it flush against his. Her hunch was that he’d sleep through the night, but she wanted to be close by if he should need her. 

Come morning, she awoke to find him gone--can’t keep a good Sorcerer down for long, she mused--but in his place, he’d left three dozen pale pink American Beauties, and a small piece of handwritten parchment. It was brief but to the point:  

Thank you, honey. For everything. Love - your Stephen xx

tagging: @hithertoundreamtof23 @stewardofningishzida @ironstrange1991 @mousedetective @aphroditesdilemma @icytrickster17 @groovyqueer @battledress @aelaer @mckiwi @couldntbedamned

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Whumptober 2023 day 2

Prompt- "They don't care about you"

Sinister Strange dreamwalks into Stephen's body.

~~ Excerpt:

Stephen couldn't help but scream when he saw a third eye come out of his reflection’s forehead. Out of pure confusion and terror, Stephen brought his hand against his own head for clarification, finding that he did not have another eye, contrary to his doppelgänger.

“Hello, Stephen,” his reflection spoke.

Whumptober 2023 masterlist

[ivvyela]

thinking about that theory where peter parker is the mcu's anchor being. and like. the possibilities of it. imagine learning your entire universe's anchor being, the person who pretty much controls the fate of the universe, is some guy who just doesn't exist??? not even dropped off the face of the earth, but there is no proof of this person even existing in the first place???? and maybe strange or the fantastic four or whoever feels responsible for/is tasked with finding and protecting this anchor being but that's kinda hard to do when you have Absolutely Nothing to go off of.

or alternatively, peter himself learning that the entire universe is basically relying on him staying alive, and he already has a lot on his shoulders but this??? having lost everything and everyone and now learning that the weight of the world is literally on his shoulders and fuck!!! he just wanted to be a friendly neighborhood spider-man but that's parker luck for you!!

and like. there's so many ways to take it and i haven't seen anyone considering this and guys. guys. consider it. take it and run with it or what have you. fuck it and throw doctor doom in the mix for the irondad girlies because surely that will be fun.

and i know i know the theory doesn't fully go hand in hand with the mcu cannon but. fuck the cannon. let me scream into the void about this. let me shove it in your faces and hope someone does something with it. let me have my silly where's waldo peter parker anchor being au.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Doctor Strange (2016)

[whumpingwho]

'Captain Wrack has strange ideas concerning entertainment...'

[popcorn-plots]

what if I just kidnapped him. he could be tortured, or he could be forced to watch his husband get tortured. as a treat.

[shyday-ao3]

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

tagged by @morning-alfie.

i'd be interested in hearing your preference, and i'm desperate for anything that might get me out of this WIP slump. tagging @lindypaigewrites, @agirlandherquill, @blueironywrites, and anyone else who just feels like making a poll.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Masks are medical equipment.

The fact that hurricane-prone coastal states are considering/codifying mask bans is wild to me. Flooding is such a common cause of respiratory illness.

I would give you a source but a Google Scholar search of 'floods respiratory illness' should be more than sufficient because it is basic common sense to anyone who has lived in a flood-prone region (which is who this post is for).

I am Canadian and from a flood plain but if you're American and your state is considering a mask ban, please consider researching the health impacts of a mask ban in your region and then writing your local representative.

Banning medical equipment is fucked up. I don't know how else to put it. The right to health is a human right and (as some people seem to have forgotten) medical equipment is included in that.

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 23:  Travel Gone Wrong

Car Accident

Doctor Strange

[darkkitty1208]

Entry for day 5 of Whumptober 2023, prompt no. 5: Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.” and @badthingshappenbingo​ square: Trying To Wake Them Up.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Background Natasha Romanov, Background Steve Rogers - Freeform, Trapped, Hurt Stephen Strange, Protective Tony Stark, Injury, Broken Bones, Blood Loss, Whumptober 2023, Whump, Unconsciousness, Stephen Strange Has a High Pain Tolerance, a frighteningly high one Series: Part 5 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

It happened so quickly. One slip and they're suddenly trapped under fallen rubble, unable to escape, so close to each other that their knees are touching and their breaths are mingling with the other's; Tony's surprised they aren't dead or crushed under already. Stephen doesn't currently have his sling ring in hand, and neither of them could blast their way out as doing so will only cause the debris to fall and crush them. They are painfully aware of the fact that the only way for them to even survive this is to wait until help arrives.

Basically, they're stuck.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

For those who either read my fics or enjoy whumped Stephen Strange fics ~

I have a whumped Stephen one-shot that I wrote a few years ago, which got minimal interaction. Since it barely registered on the Strangebatch fandom here on tumblr, would it be bad form for me to repost it to try and get some Readers?

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Whumptober 2023 Day 11

Another Multichap! Chapter 1 prompt- Animal Trap

On a hunt to find the Talisman of Abraxas, Stephen quickly learns that he shouldn't have underestimated his enemies.

Will continue in...

Day 14 (water inhalation)

Day 18 (Tortured for information | "hit them harder")

Day 20 (blanket)

Whumptober Masterlist

[aelaer]

I got a Stephen trope canonicalized on AO3

I am proud to announce that, after seeing another author use it, I added "Kidnapped Stephen Strange" to my dozen or so fics that use said trope and that, one month later after doing so, the trope now has a canonical tag on AO3.

Please go back to your old fics and add this tag if relevant. This tag needs more love. Tell Stephen Strange angst writers everywhere. We're on the board now.

[oops-all-stephen]

hey, here’s a spooky concept! :•)

(disclaimer: this isn’t trying to be canon-compliant in any way. i don’t even know the full details of stephen’s magical diet, but i know that it isn’t this!)

imagine mcu stephen developing the strange “diet” that he has in the comics. only, at first he has no idea what he’s suddenly so hungry for….

imagine stephen becoming very weak once human food starts to make him ill whenever he attempts to consume any. and imagine book pages, and cardigan sleeves - even the eye of agamotto - all becoming littered with teeth and bite marks from this new desperation that stephen feels, no answers in sight as to why he’s suddenly so hungry and so utterly insatiable…. it isn’t until stephen is working alongside some of his more “alien-like” allies that the answer becomes clear.

if the hunger before was this terrible, ever-present nagging in his gut, leaving him dazed and weak and mindless…..now it’s just unbearable. he’s approaching his allies when suddenly: he’s wide-awake and….strong?! he feels alert and his body is poised to attack like an animal laser-focusing on its target. in stephen’s desperation to keep from pouncing and devouring one of his friends like a feral beast, he bites a chunk out of his own arm instead.

he ends up being forced into a mental institution (with one of those Hannibal Lecter-esque masks), the witnesses of that fiasco as well as the doctors believing he’s exhibiting cannibalistic tendencies.

but how to explain to them that the truth is actually… quite the opposite? that he’s become something of a…. reverse werewolf? instead of becoming a monster who hungers for human flesh, stephen has become a human who hungers for the flesh of those very monsters….

[audioaujom]

Writing Masterlist !!

Welcome to my blog ((: Hello~! I’m Aud :D! I’m a psychology major and long-term dungeon master who loves to write in my free time. The stuff I’m willing to post here right now is pretty much all fanfiction, but I’ve got a lot of other projects stored up that may eventually see the light of day if anyone’s interested. My DnD stuff is gonna start appearing on a separate blog!! Hooray! If you're curious or interested you can find all of that fun stuff over at @audndio. It's chaos over there.

I’ll try to keep this masterlist well updated with both the fandoms I’m actively writing for and what fics are on my profile (as well as hints of what’s to come). I love horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and action/adventure, and actually wrote a handful of decently popular r/nosleep stories a few years ago. It's good to finally be posting again ((:

My asks and dms are open for chatting or also requests for any fic that consists of oneshots/writes. I do not write smut of any kind and tend to stay away from romance in general, but I don’t mind cute romantic fluff or heavy relationship-related angst if it comes down to it. I mostly write whump lmao I’m amenable to most things, so just ask if you’ve got something in mind!

All my posts are tagged with relevant AU information, the characters involved, and angst/fluff/whump/etc, or with asks/updates/scheduling so you can filter for what you're looking for. I do my best to keep things organized, which is why everything is color-coded as well (AUs are purple, oneshots are pink, ao3 is orange, asks are yellow, fandoms are green, and the blue is for me).

If you'd rather read or chat somewhere else, find me on ao3 here.

Full AUs: Life is Strange AU (multichapter fic, YT/Twitch, slow updates) CollegeHumor Powers AU (multichapter fic, CH/Dim20, completed) (You're Not) A Living Thing With Feelings (multichapter fic, sasi, completed) CollegeHumor Tangled AU (multichapter fic, CH/Dim20, updates biweekly Sundays) If I Make It Through Tonight (multichapter fic, sasi, updates biweekly Tuesdays) Oneshot/Writes Collections: Corpse Party (YT/Twitch, updates fridays) Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach (ranboo/slimecicle, updates saturdays) Stardew Valley Oneshots (sdv, updates biweekly mondays) TV Episode AUs (YT/Twitch)

Fandoms I Write For (in no particular order): Various YouTubers and Twitch Streamers (Ranboo, Slimecicle, Tommyinnit, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, etc/related) CollegeHumor (DropoutTV and Dimension20 included) Stardew Valley Supernatural Corpse Party Bungou Stray Dogs OTV Sanders Sides My Babysitter's a Vampire Mystic Messenger Doctor Who Resident Evil Hades Lab Rats Kickin' It Austin and Ally (and more to come!)

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 6: "You lied to me."

Title: The Cost of Broken Vows

Words: 500

Summary: Tony confronts Stephen about a choice he made. A choice that ruined both their lives.

Honestly, this is probably my favorite of the longer fics. All the drabbles have a special place in my heart (especially days 8, 10, and 11, ghsahgjk knife to the gut) but this one is the favorite child above 100 words.

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“You…. you motherfucking liar.” Was the first thing Tony Stark said when he regained consciousness after the battle with Thanos. “You lied to me.” His voice broke. Stephen watched his hands shake and said nothing.

“I bonded with the stones, Strange,” Ah, they were back to last names. All that progress lost, just because Stephen was selfish. “They showed me.”

Stephen didn’t need to know what they showed Tony to understand. He remembered it all too well himself.

“They showed me a universe where..” Tears slipped down his cheeks, gathering in his goatee, reflecting the soft sunlight filtering through the window.

Tony took a shuddering breath. His voice was quiet, small, but filled with so much grief and anger. Maybe some disgust, hatred, at himself and Stephen. “There was another way, Strange. One where Pe- where my ki– where Spider-Man didn’t die.”

Stephen couldn't bear to look up, to meet the broken eyes of the man he loved. The man he saved, at the cost of his pseudo son. Stephen didn’t say anything. He didn’t deserve to defend himself, both he and Tony knew just how selfish it all was.

They had won, yes, but at what cost? Peter was the only casualty, yet Stephen felt like his world was gone.

Peter dead, the man in front of him could never forgive him. Never love him again. Not after what he did.

Stephen felt his own tears slip down his face. He looked up, catching a glimpse of Tony’s cold brown eyes, filled with pain.

“I-” Stephen tried to say. Tried to apologize, tried to make things right. Nothing came out.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster after what felt like hours of heavy silence.

He expected Tony to yell at him, to hit him, to make him pay for his selfishness, but the older man did nothing. He simply turned to the window, watching two birds making a nest in the blooming apple tree.

“Close the door when you leave. Please.”

His voice was hollow. Devoid of any emotions, robotic and cold. Stephen hated it. He hated how the silence seemed to hurt more than any physical injury could.

Stephen thought it best not to say anything as he stood up and walked to the door, his head down. He looked back when he reached the door, hand on the doorframe. Tony was staring out of the window, his eyes glazed over. An assortment of ‘get well’ balloons and cards attached to dying bouquets sat ignored on the side table.

Stephen allowed himself to linger for just a moment before he left for good. The unspoken ‘I love you’ tightened around Stephen’s throat until he couldn’t breathe, but he knew that he deserved the pain, the agony. It was nothing compared to Tony’s loss, he knew. Nothing could equal Tony’s grief, and nothing could make it right. The door closing behind him felt like the final goodbye as Stephen walked away, hiding his tears behind a shaking hand.

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