#we love ironstrange

[iron-strange12]

Tony: I just think it's unfair that one day I’ll be old and saggy when you continue to look hot.

Stephen: When we get to that point can I call you my sugar daddy?

Tony, affronted: Because you said something rude you could only call me daddy…BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY OF MY SUGAR!

[thesetwoidiots]

Stephen: I don't like this place.

Tony: You're just tired and horny. Don't worry, we'll leave soon, hon.

Stephen: The only good thing about this place is the corn punch.

Tony: ...The what?

Stephen, holding an entire bowl of "corn punch": It's good.

Tony, after a brief pause: Where did you even find that, we're in the middle of a Sears-

[popcorn-plots]

there are too wolves inside of me.

one wants to have the voice to sing Christine in Phantom of the Opera. the other wants to the euphoria of singing Evermore from Beauty and the Beast.

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Hi. I saw this post asking for a fic that changed one's brain chemistry. Now there are a lot of fics I like; over 2000 bookmarked on ao3. And a lot of fics I love; I have 400+ of those fics tagged 'fave'. Of those 400, there are only around two dozen I would say legitimately changed me as a person. 1% changed the way I saw relationships and the world, changed the way I read and write. And I couldn't narrow it down to one - or ten - and didn't want to dump in OP's tags. So have this list of fics that permanently changed who I am as a person.

Warning: I love long fics, and some of these are the same specific tropes that I love or that really affect me personally (ex. arranged marriage). Expect angst, and especially angst with a happy ending. That said these fics are all objectively amazing.

(sorry to people who don't like long fics, but we are simply not the same. and that's OK.)

listed in order of fandom, then length.

Banshee In A Well - 43k, complete, DC, Tim Drake. Childhood trauma, childhood trauma, came back wrong/can't stop coming back! Tim is a little FREAK and I luv him.

straight on 'til morning - 102k, complete, DC, timkon/Kon-El. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly.

variations on a theme - 5k, complete, MCU, ironstrange. This is one of the fics that made me truly love ironstrange. Stephen sees through millions of possibilities and in doing so, falls in love with Tony. Evocative, beautiful, succinct.

The Art of Losing - 33k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. This fic made me cry. This fic BROKE MY HEART. And I WENT BACK TO IT. Multiple times! This is a breakup fic that breaks you down then puts you back together. You will come out different, and only you can say if it's for the worse or the better.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) - 65k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. There are so many firstprince fics that essentially translate the events of the book into a different setting. And I love all of them. (My own fic, then fucking have me, also does this, self plug self plug self plug). I had to narrow this selection down to just one, and this is probably my absolute favorite.

You Don't Have To (Say Yes) - 192k, complete, Star Trek, spirk/Jim Kirk. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, again).

THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS - 262k, complete, Star Trek, spirk. Star Trek arranged marriage epistolary fic. I read this 4 years ago, and I STILL think of a line from this fic constantly (we're aligned, we're aligned, we're aligned). If you don't read anything else for the rest of your life, read this.

DON'T THE WAVES PULL THE SAND? DON'T THE MOON PULL THE TIDES? - 58k, complete, Star Wars, finnpoe. I don't even go here. And yet. And yet. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, AGAIN).

Not Part of the Plan - SERIES, 8 works, 337k, complete. Supernatural, destiel. This is an arranged marriage fic au series, that started with a oneshot pwp, and somehow grew into a sprawling, world and character building EPIC. And that to me is always a marker of quality. You KNOW it's good if the author couldn't stop themselves.

wander your own land - 379k, incomplete, Yellowjackets, shaunajackie and others. I told you I like long fics. Girl survival situationships, cannibalism, jealousy, cabin fever, hallucinations, trying to keep a fucking baby alive in some of the worst possible circumstances.

Infinite Variations of a Summer Day - 76k, complete, X-Men, Pietro Maximoff. I love Pietro, he is one of my favorite characters of all time, and this is such a great character fic. See Pietro slowly driven insane in a time loop that examines his relationships with himself, his team, his family, and his powers.

drop your own recs in the notes. and if you have any suggestions for griddlehark/the locked tomb, pLEA- *gunshots*

[space-mermaid-writing]

Of monsters and men [IronStrange]

Summary: Some kidnappers fucked up big time and now Tony is bonded to this strange demon he continues to summon by accident.

Tags: demon!Stephen Strange, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Whump, body horror, protective Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange needs a hug

Author's note: It's finally happening! This is the demon fic I talked about ages ago. Special thanks to @harpywritesfic who listened to my random rambles about this and was one of my main motivations to write this in the first place. It might have even been her idea all along. The same amount of thanks goes to @kvjjjjjj who helped me tweaking everything and shaping the story into what it is now.

Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Word count: 2.5k | Next

Chapter 1: I’m yours to command

Tony had been kidnapped – yet again.

A scratchy bag was blocking his view and his hands were bound above his head.

He had been drugged – must have been because he had blacked out and still felt dizzy, although he regained consciousness a while ago.

Whoever did this, they were experts. They had stripped him of all his tech; even his watch that transformed into a gauntlet. So he was left with no way to contact Jarvis.

At least he was sitting, with his back against a cold stone wall. Even if his left shoulder hurt all the way down to his elbow.

He guessed he was in a big room or some kind of hall. There were some noises and low voices nearby but still too far away to hear any specifics.

Until footsteps approached him and the bag was pulled off his head.

Tony squinted in the sudden light – that came mostly from candles all around the place. Huh – weird interior design choice.

“You know, I’m actually insured against being kidnapped by one million dollars,” Tony said. Because for the love of god, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Especially not when he was nervous. And while he was a pro in being kidnapped – really he should have a punch card at this point – it was always a reason to be at least slightly concerned.

Plus his head still felt weird.

The first thing Tony noticed of his kidnapper was his weird outfit. It was some kind of robe, like a monk but in a dark red. He wore a hoodie over it, as if he had decided at the last second that he needed another layer in case it got cold.

“Be glad we already collected everything we need from you.” The guy sounded annoyed by Tony’s comment; and he had a New York accent. Definitely a local then.

“If you have everything, you might as well let me go.”

“Oh no. We will keep you in case they want a snack. Why you of all people have a suitable bloodline is a mystery to me. I really would have liked someone who was easier to kidnap. So, we have to make it worth it.”

Tony squinted his eyes, irritated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t get an answer, since the guy turned away and walked back to a group of people. All of them were wearing those red robes and various versions of jackets and hoodies.

Soon Tony noticed that he was in a kind of catacomb made of stone. It looked old, with high ceilings and no windows. Judging by the dusty smell of the air they were probably underground.

There was barely any interior – besides the candle sticks and some boxes that looked like they were brought here only recently.

The walls were decorated with weird carved-in symbols Tony didn’t recognize.

He raised his head. What he thought was a wall behind him was actually a block of stone, some kind of rough black granite. It was placed suspiciously like some kind of altar in the room.

The group of cultists or zealots or whatever, were currently working on copying something from an ancient looking tome onto the ground.

Shit, that wasn’t good.

These guys didn’t just want ransom or secret business information. They were serious with this, and maybe a bit crazy.

Tony tried to pull on his shackles to no avail. He had to think quickly – which wasn’t so easy with his head still swimming.

The cultists finished whatever they drew and inspected it. Then one of them stepped to the boxes, and took out a transparent bag with red liquid in it.

Tony suddenly had a horrible suspicion. He glanced up at his still aching arm: someone had put a band-aid under the crook of his elbow. Right where blood was usually drawn.

Now his lasting nausea made more sense.

They poured the red liquid onto the outer line of their work. Then they gathered in a circle around it and started chanting while holding their hands.

Tony didn’t really want to stay and find out what exactly they were attempting to accomplish here.

The drawn symbols on the ground lit up. Then suddenly, the blood got absorbed into the stone on the ground, as if it had been sucked up.

Tony didn’t believe in hell. Or in heaven for that matter. But he had met a super soldier, a green angry guy full of radiation, and a literal alien god. At this point everything was possible.

His fear spiked when dark smoke filled the floor – centered at the area where his blood had vanished ��� and the candles flickered. An eerie aura spread, almost as if the air had become tinted.

Tentacles grew out of the smoke; at first they seemed shadow-like but then they solidified, and Tony noticed immediately the sharp spikes that unsheathed from the suckers.

The cultists moved back a bit, making space.

Whatever was going on, Tony needed to leave. Sooner rather than later.

But when he tried to move, he just hurt his wrists.

Then a figure appeared amidst the smoke and the tentacles. It grew out of the shadows and became taller and taller.

Tony saw horns – and some kind of cape? There were more tentacles around the figure and it was hard to tell where the figure and its cape ended and the tentacles began.

The demon’s – there wasn’t any better term to describe the figure – voice echoed in the vault.

“Wħø đȺɍɇs ŧø sᵾmmøn mɇ?”

“It was us, creature of darkness.” One of the cultists took a step forward and the demon’s head whisked around to him. Tony imagined the eyes of such a creature being terrifying, but the cultist spoke with confidence. “Our bond compels you to heed our commands. We are your masters by blood and magic. Together, we shall harness the powers that lie dormant in the shadows.”

The speech was a bit much in Tony’s opinion – on the other hand he was in no position to voice critique.

The demon didn’t say anything. He looked down to where the summoning circle lay under the dark smoke.

Then he stepped over it.

The cultists’ faces fell and they became pale. That was when Tony knew something has went horribly wrong. He went back to trying to free himself. But he just rubbed his wrists more sore and hissed in pain.

The demon turned his head halfway towards him as if drawn by the noise, and Tony quickly bit his tongue. He didn’t want to draw further attention.

Fortunately, the demon deemed the cultists as the more important matter. “Ɏøᵾ Ⱥɍɇ nø mȺsŧɇɍ øf mɨnɇ. Ŧħɇ ƀønđ ɨs ᵽȺɨđ wɨŧħ ƀłøøđ – Ⱥnđ ɨŧ đøɇsn’ŧ ŧȺsŧɇ łɨkɇ ɏøᵾɍs.” He raised a long, slender arm and pointed at the speaker. “Ƀᵾŧ føɍ ɏøᵾ Ɨ wɨłł đøᵾƀłɇ ȼħɇȼk.”

In the next moment he vanished – just to re-appear right in front of the cultist who had addressed him, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. He killed him effortlessly, almost like an afterthought.

Panic rose among the other cultists. They realized they had made a mistake and they held no power over the entity they had called. Naturally, they tried to flee.

The tentacles dashed after them – it didn’t look like the demon was willing to let them leave.

Tony averted his eyes and tried to work on his own escape instead. The fearful screams and noises of breaking bones were deafening but he knew his time frame was short, if he wanted to make it out alive.

His shackles were pretty tight and they didn’t give him a lot of room to move. There was nothing around him he could use either, just stone. He tried to grind his shackles against it, but it damaged the stone rather than his bonds. At this rate, he would need hours or days to get any results.

The noise of metal against stone became louder and at first, Tony thought it was because he still felt dizzy and his head was directly next to where he was working to free himself. It took him a second to notice that it had become silent in the room.

He stilled and focused back on his surroundings.

There was nobody left but the demon – and he looked straight at him.

Tony gulped. It was the first time he saw his face.

It was surprisingly human. The skin too pale, maybe even a bit purple-ish. And it seemed to flicker, as if its outlines were blurred – or constantly changing. Like the static noise of a television. His horns were framed by black hair, streaked with white on both sides.

His back was straight with confidence and his long arms hung low, ending in black tainted hands with claw-like fingers.

The ragged robes that once maybe had been blue but now leaned more into purple, and the red cloak around his shoulders had seen better days as well.

Tony squirmed in his place. “For the record, I had nothing to do with bothering you. Not my plan, didn’t approve it.” His eyes flickered to the tentacles all around, that seemed to – surprisingly – calm down, as well as the flickering of the demon’s skin.

The demon approached him. In the dark smoke that still lingered on the floor and with his long robes and cape, it almost looked like he was gliding over the ground. Funnily enough he also seemed to become smaller, shrinking to the size of a regular human being. He still towered over the altar Tony was bound to.

His eyes were blue and utterly inhuman. They looked like a window to another world; Tony could see colors swirling around in them. They were so very deep. Tony felt himself falling, sucked in by the blue and purple. He forgot to breathe.

“It was your blood that summoned me.” The voice of the demon brought Tony back into the moment and he blinked. His legs felt shaky.

The demon’s voice was now different then before- deep, and for some reason he spoke perfect English. Maybe it was the magic involved.

“Sorry about that. It wasn’t voluntary.” It was probably a stupid idea to talk to this creature. Tony’s last words would be something utterly ridiculous.

On the other hand, that was a very fitting way for him to go. He felt – maybe for the first time ever – like he had run out of time and options. Despite all the reckless stuff he was throwing himself into on a daily basis; this was different. He was used to dealing with human villains, maybe robots and the occasional alien from space, but not to whatever this creature was. There was some kind of power emanating from him Tony couldn’t even begin to fathom.

The demon stretched out his claw, sharp and intimidating, and Tony felt his heart race as a wave of dread washed over him. He winced in anticipation of the pain, bracing himself for the harsh reality of whatever cruel fate awaited him.

But the demon inflicted no harm. Instead the demon cut his restraints with a swift move. The shackles fell away, releasing Tony from his captivity.

He sat there, perplexed, as he rubbed his sore wrists, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

And then, to add to his astonishment, the demon lowered himself onto one knee, his head bowed.

“I’m yours to command,” he offered respectfully.

Tony’s initial wonder rapidly shifted back into disbelief mixed with a sense of foreboding.

“No need, thank you. You can leave,” he replied, his voice carrying the certainty that he wanted absolutely no part of what the creature was offering.

Now it was the demon’s turn to be surprised and he looked up. “I’m bound to you by the spell. I have to stay until I have been of service to you.” He eyed the human. “I’m sure there is something you need.” The demon came closer to Tony’s face. His eye color shifted to the clearest blue Tony had ever seen and he was captivated by it.

“Something you wish for. Something you desire.” The demon’s voice dropped an octave. “My mighty powers know only few restrictions.”

Proudly he grinned, revealing a row of terrible razor-sharp canines.

Tony suddenly felt hot. Did someone turn up the thermostat? Maybe this creature was fueled on hellfire or something like that.

Anyway, Tony wasn’t really interested in anything the demon could offer. He had more money than he could ever spend; everybody knew who he was, and if he wanted he could call and speak to the president. There was no power or fame that appealed to him.

But if he had to think of something in order to send this fellow away… “Can you heal that?” He showed his bruised wrists.

The demon paused. This wasn’t what he had expected. But then he nodded and reached out. Tony braced himself because of the claw-like fingers, but – yet again – they were surprisingly gentle when they touched his skin. They curled around the bruise and then – with a golden shimmer – the demon healed him.

Not having expected that, Tony watched in awe. “Wow, that’s incredible.”

The demon puffed up proudly for a moment, before he studied Tony. “That’s not your only injury,” he observed.

His hand wandered up his sleeve and he healed the ache in his arm from where his blood had been drawn, before it settled on his left shoulder. It was his bad one. The one that had been injured so often, Tony was used to the constant ache.

The demon’s hand lit up golden and the pain was gone.

Then the blue eyes looked at his chest, where the light of his arc reactor glowed faintly through the fabric of his shirt.

That was where Tony drew the line. “Don’t touch that,” he ordered sharply.

“But you are injured.”

“I am aware. But it’s good as it is. You can leave now, right? You were of service.”

The demon seemed taken aback by his behavior. As if he had never met a human, that settled for a simple healing spell. Most humans asked for power, wealth or being worshiped. Maybe to destroy their enemies.

“I guess technically I did,” he admitted.

“Totally. I’m a very satisfied customer. Five out of five stars. Big help, thank you. I don’t need your service anymore.”

“Fine.” The demon stepped back and Tony felt like he could breathe again. “It was interesting to meet you, Anthony, son of Howard.”

Before Tony could ask how the fuck he knew his name, the demon disappeared back into the ground – and with him the tentacles and the dark smoke.

Tony leaned back against the stone, exhaling.

Just when he thought life couldn’t get any weirder…

Then he realized he should have asked the demon to bring him home, because he still had no idea where the hell he was.

[tinylilacbun]

For Little Troublemakers -

While coming back from Peter's and Strange 's house, the Little!Reader can't help but take one of Little! Peters hoodie because he smells so good 🥹

Daddy Tony is very disappointed that she stole something and when he tries to return it to peter, he tells that it's okay for Little Reader to have it because she gave him her bracelet 👉👈

And the bigs can't help but see how cute their littles are 🥹

Little Lovers

Little Troublemakers Au

Pairing: daddy!Ironstrange x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, flufffff

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

Tony was just casually walking past your playroom and had to make a double-take of you. You were sitting on your fluffy carpet with various toys laying around, but what actually got his attention was the big sweater you were wearing.

He did not recognize that one!

Tony knows exactly what's in your closet because he dresses you mostly every day, there's also a drawer with some of his t-shirts and a few hoodies because he knows you love how they smell like him.

The thing is he can't remember a pastel blue one where little paws were splattered on the back.

That was not one of his and neither yours.

"Baby?" he knocked softly on the door frame to get your attention.

You turned your upper half a little and waved at him with a smile.

"Hi, daddy! Look, I got my bunny dressed!" you said and showed him your bunny proudly that was wearing a purple dress.

"She looks great, but can you tell me where you got that hoodie from sweetheart?" he asked while walking over to you, hands in his pockets.

You looked down and fiddled with the end of it. You were afraid that he would get sad that you were wearing a hoodie from someone else and you don't want to hurt his feelings. You love your daddy's clothes but Peter's have such a different texture and smell so good as well, you always think of him when wearing them.

"Uhh...from Peter," you mumbled but Tony heard what you said with how shocked he looked.

"Did you take it with you last time we were visiting?" he asked.

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, that's not good baby, you can't just take something that's not yours. You will give it back to Peter at the weekend, okay?" he raised his eyebrow and you pout a little, nodding your head anyway not intending on making a scene.

"Yes daddy." you sighed and made grabby hands for him. "Up, please?"

Tony gave you a small smile and picked you up, kissing the side of your head, not pushing the subject any further.

⭒⎊🕸️۞⭒

The weekend came quickly and you were knocking excitedly on the front door. It opened a second later and when you saw it was Peter you practically jumped in his arms, giving him a bear hug.

"I missed you lots! We have so many games to play, come!" Peter told you and grabbed your hand, wanting to drag you behind him but a cough from behind you made you stop in your tracks.

"Didn't you forget something, sweets?" Your daddy said, nodding his head to the bag that he was holding.

"Oh...right." you let go of Peter's hand and took your bag, opening it you pulled the baby blue hoodie and Peter's face fell a bit.

Did he do something wrong for you to give it back to him?

"I wanted to give dis back to you." You said and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused. He thought you liked it, don't you like him anymore?

"Hello, little one" Stephen greeted you with a pat on your head and went to hug your daddy, longer than usual, then turned back to you and Peter. "What's going on here?"

"She took one of Peter's hoodies and I'm-" Before Tony could say anything more Peter interrupted him.

"She can have it! Look, she gave me one of her bracelets!" he said proudly and showed his wrist to them where he was wearing one of your self-made bracelets. Peter brought his attention back to you when you hung your head low, the hoodie still in your hands.

Tony and Stephen looked at each other and could've melted on the spot, both their littles were getting along so well and they couldn't be more happy. They watched Peter, who was helping you putting on the blue hoodie, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

He took your hand again and made you twirl around one time. "It looks gweat on you!"

You giggled and Peter now took the chance to take you to his room to finally play all the games he had in mind.

"You know, your little Casanova here is the reason she's a giggling and blushing mess every time I say his name," Tony said while crossing his arms.

"They're faster than us..." Stephen said and turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen with Tony not far behind.

"Then I guess we have to catch up on them." Tony winked at him.

Since that day they have to keep an eye on you and Peter because Stephen noticed that a lot of Peter's clothes went missing more often and he put two and two together when he found a box full of colorful bracelets. He figured out that probably every time you gift the boy something he exchanges his clothes to return the favor.

It took Tony and Stephen 2 hours to explain to you both that Peter just can't give you all his clothes.

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

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[ironstrangehaven]

IRONSTRANGE WEEK 2024

*BOOM*

It's that time when we do *jazz hands* IRONSTRANGE WEEK in year of 2024. It'll be from July 7 to July 13, 2024.

Get Inspired. Get those creative tools ready. Be prepared for those plot bunnies!!

As always you get two prompts to choose from, you can do either of them for each day or if you're super inspired you can do both prompts.

If you aren't able to create a fanwork every day of the week, that's okay! You can create any number of fanwork that you can.

{Prompts}

We have provided two prompts per day (separated by |) and you can choose one or the other. We will leave the artistic interpretations of the prompts up to you!

Day 1 [7/7]: GOOD | EVIL

Day 2 [7/8]: CHAOS | ORDER

Day 3 [7/9]: LOVE | HATRED

Day 4 [7/10]: DARK | LIGHT

Day 5 [7/11]: SCIENCE | MAGIC

Day 6 [7/12]: BITTER | SWEET

Day 7 [7/13]: ELEGANT | GROTESQUE

{Rules}

All forms of fanwork are accepted, including but not limited to digital art, traditional art, fanfiction, poetry/prose, Photoshop, videos/gifs/related multimedia, cosplay, edits, music playlists, etc.

To be added to the blog and featured on the IronStrange Discord server, please (1) tag #ironstrangeweek2024 in one of the first five tags of the post and (2) add @ironstrangehaven or @ironstrangeh on Tumblr/Twitter in your description so we can find you!

Any NSFW content must be tagged appropriately and under a “Read More” link ( for those on Twitter, the tweet should list any warnings or any other appropriate information), or it will not be featured on the blog/discord server.

Please submit fanworks to the IronStrange Week Archive of our Own Collection if possible. (The link to the collection will be shared in the next post as we approach the event.)

Mind your tags, and tag gore, violence, and other significant tags.

Our Tumblr (@ us or reply to the post on Twitter) ask box is open, so don't hesitate to contact us if you have any questions!

IF YOU DON'T HAVE TIME DURING IRONSTRANGE WEEK, YOU CAN STILL POST YOUR WORK AFTER THE WEEK

[infiniteeight8]

redone prompt

I skipped prompts on April 1 because I figured it would get lost amongst The Boopening. (And also I was chasing the 1000 boop badge. lol.) 

Today’s prompt is a post instead of an Ask reply because I decided to rewrite the prompt that I answered and then deleted on March 31. I’m glad I did! I like this version much, much better than the other one. 

The prompt:

@mystical-magician asked:

Ironstrange prompt: arranged marriage. Maybe with royalty au, maybe magical shenanigans, maybe it's canon background? Maybe something else completely.

-

Tony leads his new husband to the suite of rooms that has been prepared for them. He wishes he could follow, instead; the back of his neck is prickling like crazy, and the words of the negotiators who hammered out the marriage contract are echoing in his ears: The negotiations were too easy. They hardly asked for anything. They must want something else. Be wary of your new husband.

Tradition forbids armed guards on the marriage night. It will be only the third time in Tony’s life that he’s been outside the reach of his guards. It’s the perfect opportunity for Stephen Strange to murder him, if that’s what Kamar-Taj wants.

But when the suite doors close behind Strange, all he does is pull off the elaborate headdress his traditions call for and drop it and the heavy marriage robe on the floor, leaving him in a much lighter, royal blue tunic. “Thank the Vishanti,” he groans, taking a seat on one of the low settees in the suite’s receiving room. “Whoever made those so heavy when they have to be worn from dawn until dusk is a cruel man.” 

Tony is left dumbstruck for the first time he can remember. Strange looks up at him and takes on a sheepish expression. “I apologize, I know no one has explained anything to you. The Elders couldn’t decide whether or not it was permitted prior to the marriage, and ultimately they decided to err on the conservative side. But I can explain now.” He gestures to the other settee, placed perpendicular to the one he’d claimed. 

After a moment, Tony shrugs out of his own marriage robe and sits. “The negotiators did suspect something else was going on,” he says. “I take it they were right.”

“Yes, but nothing political.”

“I’m a prince and you’re The Ancient One’s prize protege,” Tony says dryly. “It’s political by definition.”

Strange snorts a little. “For you, maybe. Not for Kamar-Taj. We didn’t need any of the things we asked for in the negotiation. It just seemed like the done thing.”

Tony frowns. “Then what did you want?”

Strange looks slightly… embarrassed? “When a Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj attains the rank of Master, a spell is performed. It reveals their most ideal romantic partner. You’re mine.”

“Your most ideal romantic partner,” Tony repeats, staring. Strange nods. “This is… a love match?”

“Well, not yet,” Strange says, blushing slightly. “But unless something goes very wrong—and it can, this isn’t a guarantee—it will be.”

Tony can’t help it: he laughs so hard actual tears start leaking out of his eyes. Every time he thinks he’s going to stop, he looks up at Stephen’s bemused expression and starts laughing again. Eventually, he sucks in enough breath to gasp out, “They thought— They warned me you might— might try to kill me.”

After one gobsmacked moment, that sets Stephen laughing, too.

Not a bad way to start a marriage.

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Here's the thing.

RDJ is Tony Stark. Nothing can change that.

I'm happy to see him back, but as Doom? Its iffy.

I love RDJ as much as the next person, but I'm not sure how he'll portray this character. We don't need another Tony. We need a new character that's unique and straight from the comics. Why couldn't they cast a new face (an actual Romani face)?

I just don't want his sacrifice in EG to be in vain. He's a hero- nothing can change that.

I don't need Marvel to be stupid and do what they've done to too many characters: ruin their development (ahem.. Dr Strange, Wanda, Hulk, etc).

I know it's the multiverse but still.

On the bright side, the ANGST.

Pepper's enemy being her multiversal husband, Peter seeing Tony again only for it to be Doom, maybe some twisted Ironstrange content??! (Doom and Strange were huge in the comics.).

There are so many possibilities!!

In short, I feel conflicted, but I'm curious to see what happens.

[xenocorner]

Here's some little christmas gifts for some amazing mutuals that have made this year a whole lot more bearable with their amazing content and their amazing interactions and just being amazing in general :']

Long post ahead so divider here to spare your scrolling. (I am also probably gonna get a bit sappy so if that makes you cringe: you've been warned lol)

@lilbitofmac Thank you for being my introduction to the fandom here on tumblr :'''D I really think I wouldn't have stuck around if it weren't for your initial warmth and encouragement. Your Tony remains my fave Tony I go feral over your art orz I may or may not have the clingy ironstrange drawing as a phone wallpaper-

Hope next year is kinder on you man! I know we don't really talk outside of tags/replies, but if you ever need smthn I can help with my inbox is always there.

@strxngetimes I'm just tagging this one blog because I don't want to spam all your other blogs lmao. Thank you for sharing your interpretations of the characters with us, not only the rps with other muses but also the headcanons and brainrot. It's always such a pleasure both to see you on the timeline writing with other muses and on the inbox with the disaster man.

I specially like how you include his Cloak in the mix and give it a personality- I absolutely adore the Cloak :'') So here's it being all clingy to the disaster man. Hope to see more of you having fun with all ur muses in the coming year :D

@starkkawajiri Pretty art!! Hilarious and heart wrenching character interactions!!! I love your designs and lore building so much. Fanboying over the same disaster man and making him suffer always brings a smile to my face. I've wanted to draw your Strange for a while now, so this was also the perfect excuse, I love him so much you have no idea-

Can't wait to see more of your amazing designs and lore stuff for this AU! (and anything else you create next year :])

@nekojetto I think your Strange is the purest Strange there is and the fact that it's based off Supreme makes that so much more impressive. Your animatics are simply breath taking, and whenever I go back to check your concepts and sketches for character interactions I always get a smile on my face :D

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to the collab just yet :'') Plz know I still have it in mind, haven't forgotten about it and am still just as excited to finally get to it as I was the first day!

@infiniteeight8 Your words make me cry and laugh so much all the time :'') You write the disaster men so beautifully both in serious, fluffy, angsty and funny situations. Reading ur stuff keeps the creative juices flowing!

I remember you liked the vampire Stephen prompt you were sent, so here's some of that, even if it's more halloween-y than christmas-y.

[letzoespoilyou]

So the timeline I live on as an Ironstrange shipper is that Tony and Stephen are gay and have been on and off dating for a while (they met at some gala or place rich types with egos converge).

After Afghanistan things get a bit more serious as Stephen realises he could have lost Tony and Tony realises how much Stephen does for him.

Tony is all set to propose after events of Ironman 3 but then Stephen has his accident and pushes Tony away and eventually goes on his Dr Strange journey.

This is why he's not around for Ultron and Tony is throwing himself into work and creating Ultron.

Next they meet is when Stephen senses something is very wrong with Tony (since getting powers he's been keeping tabs on the man he loves) and his life force is slipping.

Stephen is the one that finds Tony in Siberia and helps him back to health while gaining a healthy amount of animosity towards Steve.

They start to rekindle things and Tony Proposes at the end of Spiderman Homecoming.

Now they have time to get ready for threat of Thanos in a way that Tony doesn't die ( some kind of soul linking, life energy sharing magic Stephen uses after Tony does his snap). Though at beginning of Infinitey War they are having a bit of a spat about the venue for the wedding which is why Tony is out running with Pepper venting and Stephen is being all extra. But during the journey to space they patch things up.

Tony is devastated by the snap but knows there's an endgame and has faith his choices will lead to restoring the snap and saving the day like Stephen told him. Which of course everything works out and we get a wedding instead of a funeral.

Sometimes there's variations on this headcanon but it's my main Ironstrange one.

[iron-strange12]

It’s been two years but I’m finally back in this account ❤️ I have a lot to post about Ironstrange and Spider-Man so if y’all have any ideas for new stories let me know and ill post them on here 😁

[thesetwoidiots]

Ironstrange, but it's random Helluva Boss quotes

Tony: We're rich! People want us for our money and our bodies.

Stephen: Our money, maybe.

Tony: Speak for yourself, darling.

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Stephen: What do you want, Tony?

Tony: Hello to you as well, my long dicked sorcerer~

Stephen: *Spits Out His Tea*

Peter: *Spits Out His Coffee*

Stephen: What-

Peter: The-

Stephen: FUCK-

Peter: DAD?!?!?

Tony: Language! Everyone!

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Stephen: I can't do it! I'm not strong enough!

Tony: Baby, you don't have to rely on your hands. Work with what you're good at.

Stephen: I'm not good with my hands???

Tony: ...

Stephen: Oh! Right, you mean- Yeah. *Uses His Magic to Blow a Door to Bits* Probably should have done that earlier, huh?

Tony: I love you, Stephanie, but for FUCK'S SAKE!

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Stephen, with a bit of twang: Mama, Daddy, you haven't met my husband Tony. And his charge!

Peter: I'm not just his charge!

Tony: Yeah! He's our son!

Peter, blushing: Only on paper. Y'all don't deserve my name yet.

Tony: It's nice to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this gem of a sorcerer. You two have raised one sturdy son-of-a-bitch.

Eugene: *Chuckles* That we have.

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Victor, to Stephen: You'd better move that eyesore of a family somewhere else! Or else I'll-

Tony, charging his repulsors: You'll what?

Victor: Uh... I'll tell Mama and Daddy!

All Three: *Burst Into Laughter for a Couple of Seconds*

[umaudreyau]

rp intro !!

hi, my name is mj and i'm looking for rp partners :) i'm a literate to novella rper and will always do my absolute best to match your reply in a timely manner.

i only do fandom rps

current fandoms i'm obsessed with: the umbrella academy, stranger things, marvel, descendants.

if any of the following interest you, please feel free to reply/dm me and we can set something up! I'm new to tumblr rp so please be patient haha

MUSES

viktor hargreeves (the umbrella academy): down to do a scene w/ any character, pretty much no preference!

tony stark (marvel): not a fan of stony :(

stephen strange (marvel): currently loving the idea of ironstrange!

robin buckley (stranger things): platonic stobin rp is a need. in my soul i need it.

uma (descendants): as you may be able to tell from my name, i like umaudrey! but i'm also down for other ships or for a platonic relationship.

[tonybicyclestark]

https://www.tumblr.com/tonybicyclestark/762127755198513152/reviving-my-sideblog-for-ironstrange-i-was-bored?source=share

Oh wow! This is going to be so much fun!!!!! I really like the idea and I am so excited for you and to see where it goes.

Umm I feel like I am spoiled for options there is so much I am curious about. Did they first meet at a conference? Or are we going back to childhood? Ooo I cannot see Stephen being calm about iron man yes tony stark no or well watching the love of his life handle a nuke through the wormhole....but on the flip side imagine tony freaked out of his mind not knowing if stephen is safe in the aftermath. This is going to be sooo good 😌 so so good

ok so you sent in many questions & scenarios, so ill answer them briefly first.

1. they meet right before IM1 at a medical conference/fundraiser and Stephen was volunTOLD to be there as punishment for something by Metro General and didn't want to be there initially.

2. Let's just say Tony never had the chance to even look at the report because Stephen deemed it not worthy of attention. Even years later, he will GO OFF about that report & Fury at the drop of a hat.

3. Stephen did NOT take the nuke thing lightly.

4. Tony constantly stressed about Steph just as much because Steph (even while being a civilian) wouldn't back down from facing whatever Tony was fighting with him. Here's a ficlet because the inspiration hit me:

"Sir, shall I call Doctor Strange?" JARVIS spoke softer than Tony had ever heard him say before. Tony's heart clenched painfully at the reminder that he's leaving Stephen behind. He'd promised his husband he wouldn't just die on him without telling him again. But he'd hoped he never had to make the call ever. Especially not so soon after the last time. Tony had only wanted more time. God how he wished they'd had more time. That clearly wasn't in the cards for them. He didn't want to make the call but he's promised. It was written into their vows and Tony was nothing if not true to his word, especially to Stephen. "Might as well." Tony stated simply, keeping the fear out of his voice. "Patch in directly to his watch-gauntlet J." Tony knew there was a chance Stephen might not pick up. But he only ever removed the watch gauntlet for surgeries and procedures, so Tony was banking on Stephen still having it on today in this chaos. The call rung for a few seconds as he put all his strength into making the turn up the side of the tower. Just as he almost clipped the building, the call connected, and Stephen's voice came through. "Tony?" Stephen asked quietly, almost as if he'd been holding his breath until then. Tony had never hated himself more than in that moment. He didn't want to say goodbye. "I never wanted to leave you behind. I'm so sorry Stephen" Tony bit out quickly. "Tony? Please don't do this." Stephen rasped. He must have known what Tony was preparing to do then. Tony counted his blessings that he didn't need to explain. "I have to baby. There's no other way. I love you so so much Stephen Strange-Stark." The portal grew closer. "I love you too Anthony Stark-Strange. Please come back-" The call cut off as Tony entered the portal, leaving New York far behind as he ventured into the abyss of space. He let go of the missile when he could no longer hold on, letting go of the only thing that had kept him moving. His eyes stayed locked on the scene before him for a brief few seconds until the ship exploded. With the phantom voice of his husband pleading for him to come home in his ear, Tony shut his eyes. With his last breath, he apologized softly for breaking promises he never should have made in the first place.

[space-mermaid-writing]

Listening to your voice makes me feel safe

Part 4 of the wild west IronStrange au. This just became a mini series. Happy new year, everybody!

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Stephen’s stables smelled of hay and earth. Soft wind rustled through the gaps in the wooden walls, carrying the faint scent of the outside.

Inside, the world felt smaller, cozier – just the two of them, tucked away in their secret haven under the dim light of a lantern.

Stephen sat against a wooden beam, his back resting against the rough texture, and a book in his hand. Tony had curled up beside him, his head resting on the alpha’s chest, his fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. The soft flicker of the lantern cast long shadows over them.

His eyes half-closed, Tony listened to the steady rhythm of Stephen’s voice. The omega’s breath slowed, the words mingling with the quiet of the stables. He could feel the soft beat of the alpha’s heart beneath his ear, steady and comforting.

Their meetings were brief and in secret. It had been going on for a few weeks and they were still discovering one another in these moments – these small, tender fragments of time they stole.

Stephen paused, glancing down at Tony, his eyes tracing the omega’s face. "You’re quiet," he said, his voice low.

"I’m listening," Tony murmured. "This is just… perfect."

Stephen smiled softly. The scent of the omega was mixing with the hay around them. "It is," he whispered.

Tony watched him from his comfortable position. Perhaps he felt braver in the silence that lay like a cocoon around them both, perhaps he had been carrying the question around with him for so long that he couldn't help but voice it. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” His question lingered in the air, barely louder than the rustling of the hay.

Stephen’s heart hammered in his chest, the book in his hand was forgotten. “I don’t want you to think I’m one of those alphas who just… see you as a warm body.” Tony was so much more to him. He rather had his friendship than nothing at all.

“I already know that,” Tony reassured him, amused yet thoughtful. “But I’m starting to think you don’t want to kiss me at all.”

“We can’t have that.”

With a quiet resolve, he leaned closer to the omega, his hand gently cupping his face. Tony didn’t pull away; instead, his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the touch. The world outside seemed to vanish in that moment, leaving only the two of them in the quiet safety of the stables.

“Are you su-…” Stephen began, but Tony stopped him, placing a finger against his lips.

“I am. Kiss me,” he whispered, his breath mingling with the doctor’s.

And then, with a tenderness he had ever dared before, Stephen finally kissed him. His lips met the omega’s, soft and slow, as if testing the waters of a love that was so delicate. The kiss deepened, both desperate and sweet, their hearts racing.

For a moment, it was as if time itself held its breath. The world outside, with its rules and expectations, faded away. It was only the two of them, bound by something stronger than their circumstances. A love that was forbidden, yes, but no less real for it.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, they broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other for just a moment longer. As they pulled away, they gazed into each other's eyes, feeling a warmth spread across their cheeks, a shy blush blooming from the depths of their feelings.

It still seemed unreal to Stephen that Tony had chosen him. He knew what could happen if they were caught, but he was willing to take that risk. Because Tony was worth it.

His fingers gently ran through the omega's soft hair, twisting a strand playfully around his fingertip.

Tony's smile was so gentle, radiating an honesty that could cut through any facade he might normally wear. It was a side of him that very few people ever got to see.

Feeling the familiar comfort between them, Tony nestled back against Stephen's side, seeking the reassurance and warmth he had come to cherish so much. With their heartbeats slowly settling, Stephen resumed reading, his voice filling the barn.

The lantern flickered again.