#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*

[marvelfanfics1]

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

[airas-story]

I'm loving your dabbles! If you are still taking promts here is mine. Ironstrange - sugerbaby Stephen <3

Hopefully this is close enough to count... Thanks @infiniteeight8 for the help with this one!

When Stephen had been eighteen he’d ended up in a sugar baby arrangement. It hadn’t worked out, Stephen had fallen for Justin, while Justin had seen the relationship as purely transactional. But the affection Justin had shown him had clicked for Stephen. Gifts, showerings of affection, being shown off… Stephen loved it. 

Stephen was too old and too financially stable to be seen that way, now.

Which was why he wasn’t sure what to do with the gorgeous silver and blue watch in his hands. It was expensive enough that it wasn’t the sort of thing a person gifted on a whim. But there was no anniversary or birthday to explain it. 

It reminded Stephen of the gifts Justin had given him.

“I can’t accept this,” he said, though he desperately wanted to.

Tony raised an eyebrow at him. “You want to,” Tony said. “I can always tell.”

Unease twisted in Stephen’s chest. That was the other problem. Stephen craved this, but he loved Tony. He couldn’t bear Tony seeing their relationship as transactional. Or worse, couldn’t handle Tony thinking that Stephen saw their relationship that way.

How could this last if Tony thought Stephen was in it for money?

Tony moved closer. “Hey,” Tony said gently. “I like giving gifts, okay? I like seeing my partners spoiled. I like doing the spoiling.”

Stephen turned the watch in his hands. Time with you is too precious to waste, stared up at him.

The personalization stopped him. Justin had never personalized anything. Money had never been a problem, but sentiment had never been there.

He ran his fingers over the inscription. Something in his chest eased.

“We both want this,” Tony promised. “I love you, Stephen. I also like spoiling you. So let me.”

Stephen’s heart fluttered. “Well, if you insist.”

[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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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*

[space-mermaid-writing]

Consort and King [IronStrange]

Summary: Anthony Stark, King of Midgard, needs a spouse. Whether he wants one or not. So he accepts an arranged marriage with the Prince of Kamar-Taj – a man he has never met in his life to the day they are standing in front of each other at the altar, speaking their vows. Is it possible that the feeling of duty grows into something more? Will their future be happy?

Relationship: Tony Stark / Stephen Strange

Tags: arranged marriage au, royal au, strangers to husbands, enemies to lovers, slow burn, idiots in love, fluff, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, all the good stuff

Author's note: It wouldn't be a royal au without a ball. Asgard knows how to throw a party. Everyone say Hi to Loki Beta by @kvjjjjjj

Ko-fi | Read it on AO3 | Series Masterlist | Word count: 2.1k | Previous | Next

Chapter 9: Summer solstice

They received an invitation to a ball in Asgard. It happened that this year’s summer solstice fell on the same day as Queen Frigga’s birthday and she invited the leaders of all realms to attend the feast.

It was Tony and Stephen's first appearance as a married couple outside their own realm.

On the afternoon of the ball, Stephen opened a portal to the Asgardian palace. He and Tony stepped through, followed by some servants, who carried their luggage.

Although Stephen could easily portal them back home at the end of the night, they had decided to accept the extended invitation of the royal family and stay a day longer.

The ball didn’t start until the night. For now, primarily the guests were arriving – the couple spotted familiar and new faces among them – and getting assigned to their rooms. The hosts would not officially welcome them until later.

Tony and Stephen decided to take a little stroll through the gardens before getting dressed for the ball.

The palace's staff was busy with the final preparations. There was an excited buzz in the air. It was quieter in the garden. People had other things to do and so the two seemed to be the only guests out here.

They made their way past the white orchids, marveling at the looming trees that naturally bent to form an archway, leading them up the stone path. Sunlight peaked through the leaves, creating a shifting pattern under their feet.

To their left lay a fountain at the heart of the garden, water flowing gracefully from its sculpted tiers, creating a soothing symphony of splashes and ripples. At its base, the gentle spray caught the light, casting shimmering reflections on the surrounding feverfew flowers.

As they crossed the black calla lilies, Stephen pondered how they would look in the night. The Asgardian gardens were truly an experience in wondrous exploration.

“It’s funny that we hadn’t met before our wedding,” Tony mentioned and picked up a prior conversation they had had. “Even though we both have been attending Asgardian events before.”

“I have been here more often after my accident to study Seidr. It helped me understand the Mystic Arts better.”

Tony had learned that Asgard had its own kind of magic. Each of the realms actually differed in their magic. Tony had never thought about it before.

"I’ve been here on more occasions as a child with my father. He and Odin were close allies." Asgard and Midgard continued to be allied under Tony's rule, but he didn't see the need to come here as much as his father did. Tony was only moderately a fan of Odin himself. Frigga on the other hand was lovely; and he preferred talking to her.

Thor had been a friend of his since their childhood. They had fought together, laughed together, lost together.

Tony’s relationship to the second prince, Loki, on the other hand was more complicated. They had gotten off on the wrong foot the first time the two met and Tony still kinda held a grudge. Of course they had grown more mature over the years; these days he just tried to avoid Loki.

“Last time I was here solely for entertainment was the Winter Masquerade a few years ago.”

Stephen stopped and looked at him. “The one where Thor and his friend set loose the Wolpertingers in the ballroom?”

Tony turned towards him, tilting his head. “Yes.”

It had been a stupid prank, and he suspected that Loki also had a hand in it. The little animals, some kind of rabbit with wings, antlers, a tail, and fangs, were harmless, but they had caused a lot of chaos.

“I was there as well.”

“You were? Huh.” With the event being a masquerade ball, Tony hadn’t recognized a lot of people. “So maybe we have met before and just don’t know it.”

“Maybe.” Stephen looked at some of the flowers. The palace’s garden was famous for its beauty. Everyone knew the credit went to Queen Frigga, who saw personally to it.

It was weird that no one else was here. That was unusual since guests, who had already arrived, usually had nothing better to do than stroll around and marvel at the host’s palace.

Perhaps Stephen and Tony had inadvertently entered a restricted area.

Tony seemed to think something similar and in a silent agreement they strolled back towards the palace.

As they got closer, they saw Prince Loki descending the stairs from the palace to the garden. He had spotted the two Midgardians and was walking towards them, grinning broadly.

“Oh, how joyful,” Tony muttered dryly. He put on a neutral face. This was an event in the honor of Queen Frigga and he would play nice. For now.

But when he went ahead to approach Loki, Stephen grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Wait?”

Frowning, Tony looked at his husband. “What is it?”

Stephen stared intensely at the Asgardian Prince; watching him as if he were analyzing him. “Give me a second. I have to check something.”

Without another explanation, Stephen strode past him towards Loki.

Loki was now within talking range and had his arms outstretched in a welcome gesture. “I heard you arrived but I had to see it with my-…”

He didn't get any further, because with his first step forward Stephen had created a small mandala disc between his fingers and with his next step he threw it straight at the prince.

Loki looked surprised but was slow to react; the sharp edges of the magic disc sunk into his chest, before he was able to dodge it.

Loki looked down in surprise. Blood was seeping through his tunic.

“What the hell?” Tony yelled, following after his husband. “What are you doing?” He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

Stephen was just standing there, watching Loki’s body collapse onto the ground; without any remorse.

His voice had attracted the attention of a guard, who must have been patrolling somewhere in the garden nearby.

“Your Highness!” As soon as he spotted the prince on the ground, he pointed his spear at the two Midgardians.

Tony instinctively reached for the short sword he wore on his belt – it was just for representative decorative purposes, but it had to suffice for defense – and moved between his husband and the guard’s weapon. Stephen made no move to defend himself and for a moment there, Tony wondered if all of this had been an ulterior motive of the sorcerer.

But then Stephen finally spoke up. “Nice show, your Highness.” He addressed the guard.

At this point Tony was pretty sure Stephen had lost his mind. But then a golden-green shimmer went over the dead body and the guard, and both of them vanished.

“Thank you,” said a smooth voice behind them. As they turned around, Loki stepped out from between some bushes. “Did you like my death? Very authentic, not too dramatic.”

“Yes, that almost had me doubting,” Stephen admitted. “But you made a mistake with the setting. By the lack of people in the garden we’re clearly not supposed to be here. Yet you added a guard who rushed to your aid and thus had to stand nearby, while they still allowed us to wander around in this restricted area.”

“You always had an eye for details.” Loki was rather amused than offended, that his ruse had been seen through. Then, he finally turned to Tony, who had listened to their banter irritated as well as irked.

“King Stark. How joyful to see you again.”

Immediately, Tony no longer felt guilty because Loki had clearly listened in on their conversation. He resisted the urge to use his own sword after all and put it back in his belt.

“If you're also in charge of the night’s entertainment, it promises to be an eventful ball.”

“This night is all about my mother. I merely wanted to greet you two.”

“You shouldn’t have.” For real. Tony could have gone without that almost heart attack.

Without commenting on that, Loki looked back to Stephen. “I recently visited Kamar-Taj but it was rather boring without you being there.”

“I’m sure you bothered other sorcerer’s just as fine.”

Maybe Tony was just imagining it, but Stephen’s voice was almost fond. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

“They weren’t as fun as you.”

“Well, this was…something. But surely you’re still busy with the preparation for the feast,” Tony interrupted whatever this was they had going on. “We don’t want to keep you from your responsibilities.”

Fortunately, Loki took the hint. “That’s very considerate of you, King Stark.” His voice dripped with sarcasm and he eyed Tony from head to toe. Like always, he was rubbing Tony all the wrong ways. “You’re not wrong: there’s still a lot to do. I will see you later at the ball.” He saw them off with a bow. "King Stark. Consort Strange."

With a last wink and still a grin on his face, he finally left.

Tony let out a breath he didn’t realize he had held the entire time.

Then he turned towards Stephen and tipped his finger on his chest, his anger rising again. “Next time you kill a prince, warn a guy!”

His husband seemed surprised by his strong reaction, since Loki’s life had never been in danger. “If the illusion had really been him, he would have fended off my spell with ease.”

“How would I know?”

Stephen realized his mistake. “I apologize. I never wanted to worry you.” He remembered Tony’s reaction to the illusion of the prince’s death – defending his husband from the guard – and he smiled. “I’m flattered you would back me up anyway if I were to kill a prince.”

Tony didn't feel like laughing. The adrenaline was only just disappearing from his body, but he still felt on edge. “Do you think this is funny?”

“Again, I’m sorry.” Stephen reached for Tony's hand and placed it on his own chest. “Loki is... particular. He probably would have done worse if his illusion had reached us."

Tony could imagine that. That was why he didn’t like the trickster. “Still. Just… don’t do this again. Ever.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, good.” Tony accepted it for now, not wanting to carry his sour mood into the rest of the evening. They were here to celebrate. “They do have drinks here somewhere, right? I think I need one.”

Not letting go of Stephen's hand, he moved to go back inside the palace.

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Finally, it was time to get changed for the ball. Tony displayed his family colors of red and gold, while Stephen stayed with blue. But he had added a red accent in the form of a cloak Tony had gifted him for this very event.

“It suits you,” the king stated, looking at his husband fondly. His previous anger was forgotten. He stepped closer to him and helped him fasten the cloak at the front. There were two brooches, mirrored in shape. One showed the Stark’s emblem, the other one Strange’s. “My colors look good on you.”

“Yeah?” Stephen was blushing a bit at the simple gesture and the compliment.

“Yes.” Tony fixed his husband’s hair – not that it was of any use. By now he knew that there was one strand in the front that refused to cooperate. So it was really just an excuse to get his finger into that soft hair.

Stephen wore the silver circlet of a prince, while on Tony’s head rested one of his crowns. Nothing too fancy but perfect for a night of drinking and dancing.

On the day of his coronation, Stephen would also receive a golden crown to prove that he was Tony’s equal.

“We should start looking for designs soon,” he muttered, more of a reminder for himself than for the sorcerer to hear.

“Oh?” Stephen tilted his head. “Don’t I get the same crown as you?”

“I mean, you can if you want to. But I had something in mind that was a little more… you.” He turned Stephen and himself to the side, drawing his husband's attention to the mirror on the wall, which showed both of them together.

It was unusual for them to see themselves standing so close to each other – at least from the outside point of view– both in their gala uniforms, adorned with jewelry and crowns. Stephen was a little taller, but Tony made up for it with his charm and demeanor.

Stephen liked what he saw. “I’d like that.” He smiled and Tony mirrored it.

“I will call the goldsmith first thing when we’re back home.”

The sorcerer nodded, but paused when he realized that when hearing ‘home’ he thought about the Stark’s palace and really meant it. It had been the first image that had come to his mind. Not Kamar-Taj.

He had finally arrived in Midgard. Not only with his life but also with his mind.

His eyes met Tony’s in the mirror.

And maybe with his heart.

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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.

[hayanwulf]

Witchdoctor

IronStrange Week : Day 3 Prompt: Love | Hatred @ironstrangehaven

Featuring Witch Stephen Strange, Witchfinder's son Tony Stark, Cat Levi, and more than enough angst to make your eyes bleed!

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For some reason, the eucalyptus tree seemed to have a very ancient aura to it.

Stephen had noticed it many times before. This was a route they frequented on to travel between the two towns separated by this forest, but it was the first time they had stopped to camp so close to this particular tree. He wondered if there was a reason for the tree to have such strong aura. Perhaps it had been planted here by another witch for some specific reason. Or perhaps it was just a randomized luck that it grew to be more aura-rich than others.

He pulled out the knife Tony had himself forged for Stephen, and started carving the bark of the eucalyptus. With precise movements, he created the shape of an eye, and within it he created the Sigil of Vishanti, the symbol that had represented his coven for centuries.

He stood back to inspect his work. There; if this tree did belong to another witch or a coven, he would simply find the sigil gone the next time he saw this tree. The other witch would remove any foreign symbol of claim from it.

“Stephen!” He heard Tony’s call from beyond the greenery, and the next moment, the genius emerged, pushing past some tree branches. “I found a small clearing with a pond— what’s that?” Tony’s eyes fell on the mark Stephen had just carved out on the eucalyptus tree.

“It’s, ahh.. I just felt like leaving our mark here.” A lousy excuse, Stephen knew. But he couldn’t exactly tell Tony that he was a witch and this was their coven’s symbol.

Tony raised ay eyebrow at the mark. “Lame. That’s not how you leave a mark. Gimme,”

“Wait,” Stephen spluttered, but Tony simply took the knife from his hand, moved near the tree, and started carving out his own mark, right under Stephen’s.

‘Tony Was Here’

“There,” Tony grinned proudly at it. “Now anyone who sees it will know exactly who was here.”

Stephen huffed. Well, that mark would mean nothing to the witch who owns the tree — if there is one — so he supposed there was no harm done.

“Come on,” Tony said, nudging at Stephen’s arm. “We need to setup camp before sunset. I found a nice spot.”

Tony led them to the spot in question and it was, indeed, nice. A conveniently large area was cleared around a pond. While Tony was setting up a fire, Stephen discretely cast a simple ward around the area to deter any predatory animals that may try to approach their camp. It was truly a surprise that Tony had never once, in any of their visits, noticed that they’d never had a run-in with anything bigger than a wild cat.

Town boys.

Tony had no idea just how many times Stephen had saved his ass. He wished he could brag about it, but that would require him to reveal certain other secrets, such as him being a witch.

The sun had set by the time they had set up their camp for the night. When the fire had grown bright and warm, they huddled together close to it, leaning on each other, watching the blue sky turn darker and darker, until it was black, the bright radiance of a thousand stars twinkling overhead.

It was nice.

“Let’s run away,” Tony suddenly said.

Stephen blinked. “What?” He sat upright to stop leaning on Tony, and tilted his head at his partner.

Tony looked back at him, eyes reflecting sincerity. “You heard me.” He was entirely serious.

Stephen was well aware of the situation with Tony’s life. He was a Witchfinder by day, Blacksmith by night. He hated his job as a Witchfinder, a career he’d been forced into by his father, the head of their town’s Witchfinders sect. Tony passion was creation, not destruction. He disliked taking lives of the healers and midwifes who were frequently accused of practicing witchcraft (most of them weren’t even true accusations, and yet they were mercilessly burned at the stake).

For Tony, living with his family was comparable to hell, and his escapades with Stephen were a much needed reprieve, where he would use the excuse of ‘inspecting suspicious activities’ to visit the neighboring town with Stephen, and let his creativity loose in the private forge he owned there.

Stephen’s own situation wasn’t the most ideal, either.

While his family was open-minded and would have easily welcomed Stephen’s male lover to the family, the problem was glaringly obvious: Tony was a Witchfinder, in fact, he was The Witchfinder’s son. Hence they disliked it whenever Stephen lingered too much around Tony. Tony had, of course, taken note of the passive hostility Stephen’s family always seemed to aim at him.

He hadn’t told anyone that he and Tony were in a relationship, not even Donna.

But just because they had all these obstacles to reach a near-perfect life, didn’t mean they should just run away. Stephen was 17, and Tony had recently turned 19. They still had their entire life ahead of them to achieve that ideal life.

“No, Tony. What about your mother? Your friends?”

Tony huffed, letting his back slump down until he lay flat on the ground, Stephen turned further to face him. “It’s suffocating. I can’t take it anymore.”

Stephen sighed, massaging his face with a hand.

“It’s suffocating for you too,” Tony continued. “I know it is. You think you’re so good at hiding but you’re not.”

Tony was right.. but Stephen felt suffocated for entirely different reasons than what his partner might be imagining. Stephen was a witch dating a Witchfinder’s son, how could his life not be stressful? He didn’t even know what Tony would think if — when — he was to find out the truth about Stephen’s identity. Would his love turn to hatred?

Stephen liked to think that it wouldn’t...

“Think about it, Steph,” Tony insisted. “We can be free from the expectations of our families. We can build our own family. Buy a house. Or just be a nomad and make a hut in the middle of the forest.”

Stephen snorted. “What, like here?”

Tony shrugged, grinning. “Why not?”

“You aren’t built for the nomad life, Tony. You’ll die in less than a day without me.”

“Then it’s all the reason that you should accompany me,” Tony said, pulling Stephen down to the ground with him, and they turned into a laughing and giggling mess, limbs entangled together, their bodies pressed close against each other. It turned into a slow, sensual kiss.

Tony broke apart. “I’m willing to make a house anywhere in this universe, as long as you’re by my side.”

A warm feeling took over Stephen at that, and he basked in its comfort. “I love you so damn much.”

Tony gave another peck on his lips. “Me too, my witchdoctor.”

Oh, if only Tony knew just how much more accurate that title was for Stephen...