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Slightly domestic ironstrange even through all their hectic life and schedules plus America being a little shit. They weren't expected a gathering of them both each weekdays making America absorb Peter's pranks. Even if Peter isn't in the Sanctum or Kamar-Taj they still couldn't get a peaceful day when America is there
This is probably not exactly what you were looking for, but prompts are prompts and this is what my brain spat out in response to this one. America is a child here because that’s where my brain went.
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“Uncle Rhodey!” America shouts, and runs through the portal, plastering herself to his legs and raising her arms to throw them around his waist.
“Hey, kiddo,” Rhodey chuckles, tousling her hair. He looks up at Tony and Stephen. “I’ve got this,” he reassures them. Then, with a smirk, “You two enjoy your adult time.”
Tony chuckles and waggles his eyebrows. “Oh, we will.”
They chorus goodbye to America and Stephen closes the portal with a wave and a woosh.
The silence in the penthouse just about echoes. Stephen casts a hopeful look at Tony. “Sleep?”
“Sleep,” Tony confirms, sighing happily.
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Happy Birthday Toby!!!
Here's an anaphora poem for you, my beautiful/handsome friend!
Everyone go wish @popcorn-plots a happy birthday! 🎉
Summary: Ironstrange fluff in the form of poetry
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Ao3 Masterlist
IT IS TIME FOR A MASTERLIST!!! YAY!!
(putting this here for I don't forgot about it: notes game)
Quick reminder: if you don't like it, don't read it. If, somehow, some external force is making you read the link you clicked on, don't come bitching to me about how much you hate my work. Get it, got it, good? Moving on.
Set-up should be pretty straight forward with three categories of one-shots, multi-chapters, and series. one-shots is subsequently divided into fluff, angst, and smut.
masterlist under the cut, it's a big boi
one-shots
fluff
suprise attack (feat. kisses)
641 words
Gen
Stephen Strange/Wong
"self-indulgent wongstrange fluff. that's literally it."
only the important things
1,386 words
Gen
Stephen Strange/Wong
Stephen finds a label maker. Of course he's going to run around Kamar-Taj and label everything important to him, including Wong.
Love Me Tender
For Jay (@falloutchemicalday)
1,372 words
Gen
Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Stephen and Tony have been pining after each other for months. Neither of them realize the other likes them back.
Wong decides to take matters into his own hands.
sick day (with cuddles)
2,339 words
Gen
Tony Stark/Stephen Strange/Wong
Stephen is sick. Good thing Tony and Wong are there to take care of him.
angst
waiting for you, for time and all eternity
957 words
Teen
Stephen Strange/Wong
"It was an unspoken agreement.
Stephen would portal to the Kamar-Taj courtyard after a fight or a mission or a trip through the multiverse. Wong would wait, setting up camp under the tree in the courtyard, sleeping in the library, until his husband came home.
No one questioned it. No one dared to question the Sorcerer Supreme. Until Stephen didn't come home and Wong found that part of him left with Stephen."
smut
Wishful Winning
1,442 words
Mature
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Wong is well-known in the world of underground fighting tournaments, but this fight may be his biggest fight yet, simply because of the prize. The prize being a night alone with the highly praised, very expensive, and quite frankly, stunning escort, Stephen Strange."
Salt and Pepper
1,154 words
Explicit
Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
"Tony is turned on by Pepper in the Ironman suit when she shields him from falling rock.
He decides that he needs her inside of him right then and there. Give and take a few days as Tony makes new connections, uncovers the Mandarin and AIM's true goals, saves the president, and blows up his hobbies. Maybe Tony's next hobby is expanding Pepper's strap-on collection. After the maybe-but-not-quite-apology sex (with a possible hint of reconciliation and just a hint of thank-heavens-you're-alive sex)."
Dilatatum Dick
991 words
Explicit
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Wong teaches Stephen the spell from Chapter 4 of what do you do with your kinky sorcerers.
Dilatatum Dick, as it is called."
"lock your door, or I'll do it for you"
1,286 words
Explicit
Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
4 times someone walked in on Tony and Stephen.
1 time they got locked in, 1 time they actually locked the door (and still got interrupted), and 1 time Wong had to make a new rule just to keep them from scarring anyone else.
multi-chapter
By the Stars Above
1/? (in progress)
Mature
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Stephen Strange has an electromagnetic car battery in his chest and Tony Stark ruined his hands in a mechanical incident.
Fate deigns that these two should end up together.
Stephen has other plans."
it wasn't us
2/? (in progress)
Mature
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Stephen Strange gets raped, but only He sees It for what It is.
Even Stephen, who doesn't even know himself anymore, nor does he understand the new voices in his head or the way he's always 'zoning out', isn't sure how to move forward. Stephen only knows what He has said and done, and now it's becoming harder for him to pick out his reality from his fantasies.
It's almost like Thanos all over again, but with three new people making their home in Stephen's mind and a voice that sounds a lot like Him telling Stephen that living isn't worth it anymore."
what do you do with your kinky sorcerers
5/6 chapters (in progress)
Explicit
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Lock them in a room together and hope one of them gets fucked.
Five times Stephen and Wong explore each other's kinks and one time Stephen has to suffer the consequences of a rough night.
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Alternate title for Ryu: the DICKering of horny sorcerers (yes that's a real word, and ASS didn't work for anything sooo)"
dirty thoughts (about you)
1/6 (in progress)
Explicit
Stephen Strange/Wong
"Five times Wong dirty talked Stephen and one time Stephen returned the favor.
Inspired by the song Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams"
the poets' flowers, the petaled proses
7/? (in progress)
Teen
No Fandom
An anthology (collection) of all the poems I've written, for school or otherwise.
Series
Febuwhump
Series (complete)
28/28 posted
Anywhere between Gen and Mature
Mostly gen, some Wongstrange, and a few Ironstrange
FEBUWHUMP MASTERLIST
pASSing marks
Series (incomplete)
5/? posted
Explicit
Stephen Strange/Wong
Victoria Strange: The Saga
Series (incomplete)
2/? posted
Teen to Explicit
Stephen Strange/Wong
Master Stark AU
Series (incomplete)
1/? posted
Teen to Explicit
Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Kamar-Taj
Series (incomplete)
1/? posted
Gen
Stephen Strange/Wong
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It’s come to my attention I’m not nearly as active on here as I could be, so you are all welcome to ask whatever you’d like
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internet friends are kinda like illegally downloaded friends. you don’t get the physical copy but you still get all the great content
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OMG a I am confused can I just go with Tony? Cause I’m pretty sure Tony and Stephen make more sense.
The Confabulation Complication
“It’s called confabulation,” Stephen said, not quite looking in Tony’s direction. It was… disconcerting. Confusing.
Tony hummed, trying not to let his frustration with the situation show. “Sounds like a party.”
Pepper let out a pained noise. “Tony.”
Tony winced a little, because Pepper had been crying almost since the moment he’d woken up. He didn’t like it when Pepper cried, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to fix this.
Especially when… when he wasn’t actually sure what was wrong.
“It is the creation of false memories,” Stephen continued, still not looking at Tony. “As compensation for the loss of real memories.”
Tony froze, because… because confused by the situation or not, he was smart enough to put together the pieces. He stared at Stephen for a long moment before glancing at Pepper.
Stephen looked painfully awkward, Pepper looked devastated. “So,” Tony started slowly, looking back at Stephen. “When I asked for my kiss and you looked like I was talking gibberish, it wasn’t because you were sticking to the ‘No making out while in the hospital’ rule and it’s because you and I… don’t kiss.”
“We are not together, no,” Stephen agreed. Was he… was he even Stephen? Did Tony… Did Tony actually know him at all? So many of his memories didn’t match what Stephen was telling him.
He looked away. “And Pepper?”
Pepper’s smile was tremulous. “We do kiss,” she said.
Everything felt surreal. “I… I thought…” He tried to search his memories, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. He remembered kissing her, but that was… a long time ago. “You broke up with me.” He knew that.
Didn’t he?
“We got back together,” Pepper explained. “Both times.”
Both times. He only remembered her breaking up with him once.
Tony… Tony didn’t know how to deal with any of this. “We’re together,” he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. He glanced at Stephen. “And we’re not.”
“Never have been,” Stephen said, he still wasn’t looking at Tony.
It… hurt.
Conceptually he knew it shouldn’t. Because he and Stephen… they weren’t a thing, apparently. But Tony was having a hard time making himself believe it. The memories were stark and visceral. Laughing with Stephen, kissing Stephen, curled together on the couch with Stephen doing their separate work.
“What are you even doing here, then?” Tony asked, feeling suddenly defensive. “You’re not still a practicing doctor, and I’m pretty sure there was no magic in that fight.” He wasn’t certain of that, because the memory of the fight was confused and messy.
That was probably something he should let someone know. Especially since he was, apparently, having memory issues of a different kind. He kept his mouth shut.
Stephen sighed. “You told me you had trust issues and asked if I would be involved in any future medical emergencies so much as I could be. You said that as far as doctors went, I ‘wasn’t bad’.”
“I…” He swallowed, tried to make sense of everything, but he couldn’t. “I’m checking myself out,” he said. They were in the compound—right? Was he actually sure about that?—it should be easy to get out of here.
He couldn’t deal with this.
“Tony, you should—“ Pepper started.
“Against medical advice if necessary,” Tony said. “I don’t want to be here.”
He wanted to be somewhere safe. Wanted to be in his lab where he could start trying to piece together the truth.
“Tony.” Stephen’s voice was gentle; Tony flinched. “There are tests that that the doctors should run.”
Instinct told Tony to give in, because this was Stephen. Tony always gave into Stephen when he used that sort of voice; Tony had made too many jokes about being weak for Stephen’s pretty eyes.
But apparently those memories didn’t actually mean anything, because they weren’t real. Tony had never made those jokes. It would be incredibly inappropriate to start now. He shook his head, ignoring the pulsing ache that came with the movement. “I’m not exactly dying right now. Any tests you take will only tell you things that you apparently already know. I want out.”
“We don’t know how bad the damage is,” Stephen said.
Tony ran a hand over his face. “Well, if I die from unexpected complications, you can both say ‘I told you so’, but frankly—“
“Tony.” Pepper sounded distressed. “Don’t say that.”
“I don’t want to be here,” Tony repeated. “I… I need to be alone. I need to figure this out.” He ignored both Pepper’s and Stephen’s protests as he got himself unattached from the hospital bed.
They gave in.
Mostly because Tony didn’t give them a choice.
Stephen eventually disappeared in a portal—Tony’s instincts said to go with him, but those instincts were wrong—while Tony fled from the compound med wing he’d been trapped in.
The lab was gapingly empty when he reached it. It was a relief in some ways, in other ways it felt wrong. His body ached—he didn’t even fully remember what had happened to get him into the hospital wing, the fight blurred, especially near the end—and his head hurt.
“FRIDAY?” he asked.
“Yes, Boss?” she asked, her voice was careful and tempered, as though she knew he was vulnerable.
“Is it true?” he asked. “The whole… confabulation thing Stephen was talking about?”
“Yes, Boss.”
Tony swallowed hard. “So, I’m not in love with Stephen.”
“You and Doctor Strange are friends, boss.”
Friends. Friends. Right.
“And me and Pepper?”
“The two of you are engaged.”
Engaged. Engaged. Tony was engaged. To Pepper. He didn’t remember that. He remembered her breaking up with him. He remembered her telling him that he was just… too much for her. That she just needed him to stop. That had happened, right?
Tony had never been able to stop. Had she changed her mind or was this just another attempt at something that was doomed to fail?
Or was the break up he remembered even true? Tony thought he knew why she had broken up with him. But what if that was a lie too?
He struggled to breathe for a moment. Everything was messed up.
He wasn’t in love with the person he thought he was in love with; no, he was in love with someone he remembered moving on from.
He wasn’t in love with Stephen. That was just his brain lying to him.
He was in love with Pepper.
Pepper, who he could only remember hearing say he wasn’t enough and was too much and… and that they weren’t right for each other. But he wasn’t sure if that was even true. She had agreed they’d broken up, but maybe he was remembering wrong the reasons why. Because he was engaged. So he couldn’t have been too much and not enough and not right for her.
Right?
Tony didn’t know.
Because he didn’t know which memories were real and which memories were false.
He just knew that everything was wrong.
And now… now what was he supposed to do?
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Silence
Kamar Taj.
Tony stared at the building in front of him. It looked entirely innocuous. Not like the place someone might run to if they were searching for miracle healing. But Tony had traced Stephen’s steps. He had found Johnathon Pangborn and his miracle healing. Had followed Stephen’s steps to Nepal. Had wandered the streets of Kathmandu. Had asked stranger after stranger until one had pointed him here.
Perhaps this wasn’t Kamar Taj at all. Perhaps this was nothing.
Maybe it was, though. Maybe Stephen lingered somewhere within, still as far out of reach as he’d been when Tony had walked into their apartment to find Stephen gone without so much as a note.
God, silence spoke volumes.
Tony stared at the door. Grief twisted through him as he realized that he wasn’t going to knock. That he had never been going to.
Say what people would about him, but he could take a hint.
Silence spoke volumes.
He chose to ignore it, sometimes. But he could still read a room with the best of them.
Stephen had left. Stephen had chosen this unknown miracle over Tony and their life. Stephen hadn’t said a word.
The silence spoke volumes.
A woman watched him from across the street.
Tony met her gaze, read in her eyes the weight of someone who saw too much. Was she from Kamar Taj, he wondered. Waiting for him to choose to knock or to walk away. Could she guess what had brought him here?
Would she let him in, if he asked?
For a long moment they just stared at each other.
He looked away first, back at the door that hid Stephen behind it. He could knock. Could try to find Stephen. Could try to get answers. Could try to heal this chasm that had opened between them.
But god, the silence spoke volumes.
Because Stephen didn’t want to be found. Stephen didn’t want to let Tony in. Stephen didn’t want to heal the gaping wound between them. Stephen didn’t want… didn’t want Tony.
Stephen had chosen.
Tony… Tony loved Stephen, loved him with a devotion that ached. He’d always feared that Stephen didn’t love him back the same way.
It turned out Tony had been right.
He stared at the door for one moment longer, just hoping. But there was nothing.
Grief was rope around his neck, tightening and stealing his ability to breathe. He closed his eyes, blocked out the sight of the door that taunted him with the possibility that Stephen stood just on the other side.
It didn’t matter either way, though. Because he and Stephen…
Stephen had chosen.
Tony didn’t think he’d ever stood a chance at being the one Stephen chose.
He turned away.
He never saw the door to Kamar Taj open.
The silence spoke volumes.
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I’m reading Fused Souls and once again I am beyond delighted with how you portray The Ancient One. 🥰
How has this been in my inbox for forever!?!?
Thank you! I have a lot of fun writing her, though I admit I'm always a little unsure with her. So I'm glad it's working!
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A double drabble this time with no angst in sight!
“Is it too late to change my mind?” Tony asked, eyeing the portal with unexpected hesitance.
Stephen snorted. “If you’d wanted to change your mind, you should have left me at the metaphorical altar this morning.”
Tony sputtered. “Not about that. I’m very happy being Tony Strange.”
Stephen couldn’t help but smile at the easy way Tony claimed Stephen’s name. Stephen hadn’t actually asked Tony to take his name, but… well, Tony knew Stephen well.
Tony didn’t notice the smile, too busy eyeing the portal. “I’m just doubting the wisdom of me living in a haunted house. That seems… unwise.”
Stephen laughed. “Tony, you’ve been sleeping in the sanctum for over a year.”
“I didn’t live there,” Tony muttered mulishly.
Stephen moved closer, wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist. “Is Tony Stark—“
“Tony Strange,” Tony corrected.
Stephen was going to get heartburn if Tony kept up with that. ”—Afraid of the big, bad sanctum?”
Tony sputtered. “No! That’s not what I was saying.”
“Sounds like what you’re saying,” Stephen teased. He pulled Tony closer and rested his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I hate you.”
Tony might say that, but Stephen knew the truth.
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Autumn Wedding
“No.” “Absolutely not.”
The words mixed together and Tony glanced to the side to see that Stephen looked just as disturbed as Tony did.
Pepper crossed her arms. Tony could hear the menacing ‘tap, tap’ of the toe of her shoe against the tile of the floor that meant only bad things for Tony.
“It is your wedding, Tony,” she said. “Under no circumstances are the two of you running off to Vegas and getting married in some… drunken ceremony.”
Tony pouted. “I don’t see why we should be denied the opportunity to be as irresponsible as we like. And no one said it was going to be drunken.”
“Tony will be perfectly sober when he marries me,” Stephen agreed. “Too many jokes about drunken mistakes, if not. I refuse to put up with those. But Vegas is an excellent option.”
“No,” Pepper said firmly. “I have run your life for over a decade at this point, Tony. I reserve the right to run this. In fact, I claim running your wedding as my reward for all of my hard work.”
That made absolutely zero sense. “I’m pretty sure you had a nice salary as your reward,” Tony pointed out. “But also, why would you want more work as a reward for all of your work?”
“Because without me this will be a mess.” Pepper shook her head, she gathered up the documents she’d brought into the room with her when she’d overheard his and Stephen’s plans to just run off to Vegas the next weekend they both had free.
“But Pepper,” Tony started.
Pepper arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to finish his complaint.
Tony decided it might be better not to. “Fine, but only if you can convince Stephen.” Hopefully Stephen held out longer than Tony had.
She turned her gaze to Stephen whose face was a picture of stubborn defiance. “Oh, that’ll be easy. All I have to do is promise not to tell Christine that he was planning on getting married without inviting her if he lets me run things.”
Stephen blanched. “You know what, now that I’m thinking about it, having you help us plan our wedding sounds like an excellent idea.”
Tony winced, because yeah, if he’d just been threatened with Christine’s wrath, he’d have changed his mind, too.
“Excellent.” Pepper’s smile was entirely too smug. And really, Tony was starting to think she got her way a little too often. Not that he was about to tell her that. “I’m thinking an autumn wedding.”
Autumn!? “That’s months away,” Tony complained.
Pepper looked unswayed by his protest. “That’s me rushing it. Do you know how much effort goes into preparing a wedding?”
“Absolutely none if you run away to Vegas,” Tony muttered under his breath.
Pepper narrowed her eyes at him, which meant that he had absolutely been heard.
“Not that I’m going to do that,” he added. He sighed as long-sufferingly as he could manage. “I can wait until fall.”
“Exercising a bit of patience will be good for you,” Pepper said. She handed him the paperwork. “Now go through these, I need your signature on them by tomorrow.”
Tony made a face, but accepted the paperwork. “Fine. Can our wedding colors be red and gold?”
“Seriously?” Stephen asked, and this time he was the one who sounded unimpressed. Where was his loyalty? Tony had an image to maintain. “Red and gold?”
“No,” Pepper said. “This is going to be a tasteful wedding.”
The outrage. “Red and gold is tasteful.”
“Not your idea of red and gold,” Pepper said. “Which is why I’m in charge.” She turned toward the door. “Paperwork, tomorrow.”
Tony let out a mournful sigh as she left. “You know, I’m an expert at refusing to listen,” he said, turning to Stephen. “We can still run to Vegas.”
“Christine would kill me,” Stephen said, sounding bereft. “Then you. Then bring us back to life so she can kill us again. And Pepper will help her.”
Tony sighed. “Autumn wedding it is.”
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