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Ironstrange roles swap idea but not of Tony and Stephen.
Pepper Potts is the owner and CEO of Potts International and Tony is the CTO and head researcher. Rumors of their relationship run rampant. When Pepper was kidnapped in Afganistan it was to threaten Tony into giving them weapons schematics with her life. Multiple videos of her capture are sent with the threats and Tony decides to give his AI the go ahead to do whatever it takes to rescue her. Pepper is rescued and brought back a few days later and Tony builds an arc reactor to keep her alive. Feeling responsible for her condition, he builds the suit to give her the ability to never be put in that situation ever again. Tony doesn't make a suit for himself because that would distract him from making sure Pepper's suit is the best of the best - especially when it seems like everyone and their mother wants to hurt Pepper to get the tech and Pepper is fighting against super-powered assholes.
On the flip side, Christine Palmer has gotten in a car crash that keeps her from ever being a doctor. Her condotion is not necessarily crushed hands. Feeling guilty for distracting her from driving, Stephen Strange hunts down any possible treatments and cures even when she herself is adapting to the situation. Christine turns down most of the surgeries, but Stephen manages to convince her of the one for Nepal. Going along with it for Stephen's sake, Christine agrees to look for Kamar Taj, but mostly thinks of using this as a trip for self discovery and reflection. Her few efforts into asking people about Kamar Taj do bear fruit though, and she can't turn away from magic when there's an entire other field of study to look into. There's even healing magics.
Tony and Stephen meet as the respective friend dates of Pepper and Christine at a party Pepper throws in celebration in the aftermath of a fight (some kind of big one). Stephen, while accepting that magic exists bc Christine wouldn't lie or be easily deceived, rejects using magic himself because he's a pacifist and his introduction to magic was seeing Christine hurt from fighting other sorcerers. He does help with research however, his memory helps with translating.
In my head, they bond from feeling responsible for pushing their friends onto their current paths and the inherent guilt that comes with it. They exchange contact information and call each other (to complain or vent or just find a sympathetic ear) and eventually realize they're basically dating already when having a meal together.
(In the background, Pepper and Christine TOTALLY tried to set these two up. They high five and have a girls day out gossiping about these two losers.)
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Prompt 33
I hope you find time to be happy, not just strong.
“Tony, I’m fine.”
“I know.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“You have, you still do, you always will. I’ve just joined in too, Stephen. Now we can take care of each other. It’s better.”
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Any ironstrange smut prompt fillers out there fancy filling this?
Stephen's first time bottoming with Tony, but because he's Stephen, he bottoms from the top, riding, restraints, dirty talk, slight dom/sub.
I will owe you my first born or many cookies, whichever you prefer.
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A mission gone wrong [IronStrange]
Request by @puppi-sonnenschein : >I am also a lover of whumpy situations. If you are comfortable with writing stuff like this I would love to read about Stephen being all bad ass Sorcerer Supreme and maybe overdoing it a little? Maybe he is hiding an injury and only Tony is noticing something is amiss because all the other Avengers just think of Stephen as arrogant?<
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.1k | Part 2
Tags: Pre-IronStrange, bamf Stephen, Hurt Stephen, Tony is there to catch him
Author’s note: I’m slowly working my way through the requests. This one was fun to write, even though it took me two or three tries before I was satisfied with the result.
A mission gone wrong
It was a disaster.
What seemed to be a simple mission got completely out of control.
Tony dodged an energy beam, counterattacked it with a blast of his own. His suit was missing nanobots that were destroyed in the fight; parts of his shoulder and arm were exposed. He was too focused on the fight, but Friday had mentioned some scratches and a laceration on his head.
The rest of the team looked similarly battered.
These guys were enhanced, wielding some kind of force powers and wearing tech gear that came straight out of a cyberpunk movie. Friday had started analyzing their every move as soon as Tony arrived on the battlefield, but she had not yet figured out the origin of their powers. All they knew was that these guys were strong and very aggressive.
Someone jumped on his back and Tony cursed. The extra weight wasn't a problem – his suit could hold it – but his opponent tried to peel him like a canned sardine. Not cool. Especially since they were also partially successful with their metal claws. Albeit slowly. A code red appeared on Tony’s screen.
“Yes, I noticed, Friday. Thanks.”
He tried to shake off his opponent, but his back repulsors were out of order.
“I could need some help,” Natasha asked via comm.
“I’m quite busy over here.”
“Give me a minute.”
Tony crashed backwards into a house wall, throwing off his unwanted passenger – and giving himself a few bruises in the process.
Friday brought Natasha’s position up on the screen. Peter was already swinging her way.
Still, there was no time to catch his breath, because the next moment he was under fire from two opponents at once. He threw his shields into the air.
That was it.
“Fri, call backup!”
“All available Avengers are on deck.”
“Then call someone else.”
Tony used his shield to get in front of his opponents and blasted him off his feet. A brief hand to hand combat ensued before he knocked them out for good.
The engineer spun around just in time and raised his arms protectively in front of him as a car was thrown at him.
Rude.
He was thrown on his back from the weight alone – with the car on his chest. The thrower jumped on top of the car and pushed against him. These people were insane.
Friday’s sensor picked up something and Tony heard a familiar brizzle.
"You called the wizard?" he asked his A.I. flabbergasted.
“Wakanda was too far away for them to arrive in time.”
Great. Tony had planned to impress Strange the next time they met, but he could probably forget that now. Instead he had to be saved like a damsel in distress. Although Tony would make a great princess…
Focus!
There was still a car on top of him.
Red glowing ropes appeared like biting snakes, grabbed the enemy and pulled him off his feet with a loud yelp. Tony managed to push the car off him and scrambled to his feet. Strange was hovering nearby and had the audacity to throw a wink at him, before he jerked the red robes backwards, causing the enemy to fly high through the air. The guy disappeared falling somewhere on the next block
Stephen landed next to Tony. “You called?”
He looked way too smug, which was why Tony responded, “Friday did. Not me.”
Stephen smirked knowingly and Tony wanted to kiss that stupid smile off his face.
“We have everything under control,” Tony lied. Something exploded down the street and the engineer really hoped that the cause had been one of Clint's trick arrows.
“If this is what you being in control looks like, I don’t want to know what you losing control would be like.” The cloak of levitation took Stephen high in the air, before Tony could think of something clever in return.
This was really not his day. He needed a drink. Or a nap. Maybe both.
Tony was not a fan of magic, but he had to admit that it was efficient. Or Stephen was just very powerful. The sorcerer moved his hands in complicated patterns, throwing glowing mandalas at any visible opponent.
Tony used this to check on his teammates and went over to Cap to help him clean up from the ground. Nat appeared at their sides with a split lip and a grim face but still on her feet and fighting.
It seemed the tide had turned with Strange's arrival.
Tony shot blasts after blasts, relying on Friday for aiming. He gritted his teeth, willing to fight exhaustion with sure stubbornness alone. He was tired and it slowed him down more and more. They all were. And it was the reason they didn’t notice the attack that was aimed at them from an ambush.
It hit Steve, who stumbled backwards with a grunt. The blast wasn’t deadly but it took even the super soldier out of order for a moment.
Tony raised his shields before, expecting the second attack that followed. But before it hit the trio, Strange jumped in, a spell in his hands. The blast hit the sorcerer instead, who was thrown backwards. He managed to stay on his feet and moved his fingers. The magic shifted and consumed the energy of the attack, transforming it into a blinding sphere of light, which he threw back at the attacker.
The sphere exploded on impact and for a moment bathed everything in a biting light.
Tony was glad to hit a helmet, because the readings Friday gave him were off the scale.
Silence fell over the battlefield. There were no more attacks, no more enemies moving.
It was over.
Peter landed next to Tony, "Wow, that was insane."
Cap also was back to his feet. He was holding the side where he had been hit, but otherwise he seemed fine.
The Avengers gathered on the sidewalk afterwards. None of them were unharmed, but those were all minor injuries. Strange approached them slowly. He had a bloody scratch on his face, which the Cloak of Levitation wiped off with a corner of its fabric.
Tony had retreated his face plate in order to talk to Peter and to make sure the boy was okay. So it was Rogers who turned to the sorcerer first.
"Thanks for your help, Doctor. You arrived just in time." He held his hand out to him, but Strange barely glanced at it.
“You don’t need me for the clean up, do you?” he asked instead.
Rogers withdrew his hand, irritated. Of course, the aftermath of the battle would be handled quicker and more efficiently with the sorcerer's powers, but they wouldn’t force him to stay.
It was rare that Strange was so short worded, he was usually much more of a sarcastic asshole. That was why he and Tony clashed so often. But that was also why they were a great team.
Maybe the sorcerer was annoyed that he had to come to their rescue for a non-magical threat.
“No, we’re good.”
Strange merely nodded, turned and stepped away.
After only a few steps he coughed, red splattering on his hands. As soon as he saw it, he hid his hand under his cloak. As well as the fact that he winced with every move he made.
He wanted to leave but Tony had noticed the falter in his movements.
“Hey, Doc. That was pretty badass of you.” The engineer stepped to his side, still tired but with the certainty that they had eliminated the danger and saved the day.
“Sure.” The sorcerer dismissed him, not in the mood for their usual banter, that was definitely not flirting. He just wanted to go home.
That made Tony pause and he eyed him more closely. “You okay, Strange?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” Tony insisted.
“It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit!”
Normally, Stephen found Tony's directness endearing, but right now it was nothing but annoying. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting a short wave of nausea. Maybe he overdid it a bit.
“I have to go,” he mumbles.
His fingers reach for the sling ring in his belt, shaking. He was so used to it, he didn't even notice that his whole body had started to shake, too. But Tony did. He also didn't notice that Tony put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him worriedly.
The world around Stephen started to spin. In order to stay on his feet, he put a hand on the next best thing: Tony. He reminded himself to breathe – inhale and exhale. His fingers dug into the sleek metal of the Iron Man suit and another pain ran through his hands. It was familiar, but made him gasp anyway and he instinctively let go, taking a step to the side.
It was the wrong decision, his knees buckled.
But instead of a hard ground, strong arms caught him.
“Shit, Doc. They really did a number on you.” Tony lifted him up, while the cloak wrapped around the sorcerer’s body.
Stephen mumbled something, barely aware of his surroundings anymore.
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A little something I'm working on for the prompt Red for Ironstrange week. A retelling of Little Red Riding Hood.
Tony’s fingers came up to stroke the hem of his red cloak, remembering how he had cried as the tailor had cut the shawl and resown it to create his cloak and hood, a trial he needed to endure to undertake training as a novice.
Stephen looked over his shoulder at that moment, a quiet sigh parting his lips as some of his anger drained.
‘I am sorry for your loss. No child should go through life alone, but I once again ask you, if you did not bear witness to their attack, how can you be sure it was lycanthropes?’
He found himself frowning, wondering the reason behind Stephen’s questioning, and as he thought back, he realized that he had no such evidence. Their bodies had been wrapped up for the pyre before he could say goodbye, and it had been there he had said his final goodbyes.
‘Why seek out our aid if you are sympathetic to their cause? Four Hoods have been slain trying to keep you safe. You mock their sacrifice by implying they are anything but ruthless beasts.’
‘They were human once-’
‘The important word in that sentence being once!’ Tony snapped, taking an angry step forward. ‘Four comrades I have lost to savage teeth and claws, four friends who had those who loved them, dependents-’
‘And you saw their bodies? Saw the proof that it was a wolf who ended their lives?’ Stephen challenged, meeting Tony’s step with one of his own, his figure imposing as he loomed over him.
Here Tony paused, remembering the faces and the stories of good deeds of the four who had gone before him. However, he had not seen the bodies, had only borne witness to their death ceremonies, and had blinked away stinging tears as the smoke from the pyre burnt thick in his throat.
‘What you’re suggesting is treason,’ Tony hissed, even as his mind scrabbled to think of a time he’d ever seen wounds inflicted by a lycanthrope, a body that had not already been wrapped for their funeral rites.
‘You were the one who said he made up his own mind without prejudice or rumors. You are an intelligent human, do not allow fear and hearsay to cloud your judgement.’
Stephen realized his mistake a few heartbeats after Tony did, and his eyes closed in defeat, his head hanging forward so his chin could touch his chest.
Human.
‘When did I forfeit my life?’ Tony asked.
‘The moment you agreed to this mission,’ Stephen told him, lifting his head and crossing his arms over his chest.
Tony didn’t speak for a while, couldn’t do anything but stand in the sweet-smelling cabin, wondering who would attend his pyre, which novice would be promoted to sleep in his bunk in the barracks.
‘If I am already dead, do you mind if I have that tea you promised me?’
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Can you do this prompt??? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?
Took me like forever to get back to you, anon, but I hope you find this and read it at some point ;-; Enjoy! Thanks for the prompt <;3
Beta read by the awesome @harpywritesfic !!
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so your significant other is a reckless idiot: now what?
Stephen conjured a blast towards his right, cloak billowing behind him as he levitated in the air, and moved fast enough to avoid a hit going his way by conjuring a shield. They were in another battle, and the interdimensional being he intended to vanish back was being difficult. It wasn't normal that the attacks happened in the city, especially on a busy Monday morning where more people are likely to gather in the streets, but then again interdimensional attacks weren't exactly what most people find 'normal' to begin with.
The moment he heard the Avengers making their way there, no doubt intending to help them, Stephen had shouted at them that it was strictly sorcerer-related business, and that they could deal with it themselves without their help. But of course, as always, they intervened and managed to make it worse.
Initially, Stephen had just wanted to calmly trap the thing with his bands and quickly take it back to its dimension, but the team’s arrival had been ‘grand’ enough to distract him from his own actions, and Tony, the genius he was, decided it was a wonderful idea to blast the thing with his repulsor – effectively making the beast defensive.
"Now you just made it mad!” he shouted, letting the cloak pull him over to the side to avoid a street lamp flown his way. Stephen grumbled in frustration, staring daggers at Tony that was now flying in the air.
“Uh…” Tony's voice filtered through his suit, rather dubiously. “the… whatever that thing is, sort of saw that coming,” he said with a little shrug. Stephen just continued staring at him, his right eye twitching.
But before he could speak another word in, one of the creature's tentacles grabbed a nearby bus and threw it into the air in their direction. Tony flew to the sorcerer's way and grabbed him by the waist, pushing them both to the side, but not quick enough to avoid the bus thrown their way and was hit mid-air as they landed hard on the ground from the impact.
“Shit, shit,” Tony said when they landed on the ground.
Stephen coughed from under him. “Are– are you okay?” he managed.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Tony nodded, and his eyes seemed to scan hastily down the sorcerer’s torso. “The suit took most of the damage. Are you?”
Stephen tried sitting up, but he winced a little as he felt pain shoot up in his side. He clutched it with a trembling hand, his eyes clenching shut.
That’s not good.
"Hey, hey, you okay?” Tony said, his faceplate was open now, and Stephen saw the familiar signs of concern written all over his face.
“Yeah,” Stephen nodded, “Yeah, totally fine.”
He decided to ignore the pain flaring up at his side – he's endured worse anyway – and winced a little as he tried to stand up. Tony knew better than to ignore that.
"Yeah, no." He said, "Doesn't look like you're 'totally fine', doc."
"It's nothing," Stephen said, and only realised too late how snappish he sounded as the words came out of his mouth. Tony actually looked genuinely more concerned now at that reaction.
"...you sure?"
"Absolutely. Yes. I'm perfectly…" he trailed off for a moment when his vision blurred suddenly, "...perfectly…" the darkness in his eyes did not dissipate after five seconds, and his doctor side fluttered in alarm when he felt the (unfortunately) familiar taste of metal on his tongue, "fi–"
Blood spilled out from his lips and his knees buckled to the ground, the red liquid spluttering down to the dirt and rubble, catching over his robes and trousers. "...fine," he finished, before his body flopped to the ground on its own accord, the last thing he registered being Tony's muffled voice saying 'shit' under his breath.
*.~ ◇ ~.*
When he came to, he had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment when blinding lights assaulted his vision, an involuntary groan escaping his lips. He stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, trying to remember how or why he ended up here, or where the hell he was in the first place. When he attempted to open his eyes again, he squinted, slowly adjusting himself to the room's lighting.
Hospital bed.
Some sort of hospital room.
There was some muffled chatter from the door, silhouettes gesturing animatedly behind the translucent glass.
And then whoever was there froze and stopped talking upon hearing him, and Stephen's body tensed up as the door was opened with a click, revealing Tony as the engineer slipped in.
"Ah. The wizard has awoken. How was your nap, sleeping beauty?" he said, but his voice lacked the usual playful tone. It seemed sharper now. Snappish.
Stephen didn't answer, instead searching through his memories to remember what had happened.
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
Stephen frowned.
"We were…" he paused for a moment, a crease between his eyebrows, before his eyes widened, body jolting up from the bed, causing Tony to step immediately forward, hands shot out in caution. "We were in a battle. What happened? Where–"
"Handled," came Wong's voice from where he had just stepped in through the door. The librarian had his usual look of exasperation plastered on his face, almost as if he had expected this to happen (which was, admittedly, in Stephen's case… pretty damn accurate). Wong sighed as he took in Stephen's condition as he laid on the hospital bed. It seemed that 'beaten half to death' was a popular trend within heroes nowadays, Stephen most especially.
"Wong," Stephen greeted.
Just then, the door opened again as a worried-looking Christine came in with a clipboard held in her arm. She sighed.
"Every single time…" Stephen heard her mutter under her breath.
Stephen frowned, sending a look to both the engineer and the other sorcerer.
"You brought me to Metro-General?" he asked, and was answered with the affirmative by Wong.
He most expected to be at the tower's Med Bay, considering their… circumstances, but was surprised to find himself here.
"Yeah. Your assistant–"
"Not his assistant," Wong interrupted, and Tony replied with a snort.
"Your sidekick–"
"Just– just call him Wong," Stephen said, fearing the look on Wong's face, despite it being a poker face. He was getting better at telling what the expressions on the librarian's face meant. It was all in the eyebrows.
"Wong here said you only trusted this hospital," Tony said, "Well, specifically, he said you only trusted one doctor," he pointed a thumb to Christine, "That being Dr. Palmer here."
Christine nodded, sighing.
"Is being beaten and then bleeding internally to the point of collapsing on more than several occasions a necessity in your cult, Stephen?"
"It's not a cult," both Wong and him answered simultaneously. Her expression just became even more concerned.
At the silence, Stephen decided to shrug. "It could be worse."
Tony winced, the look on his face saying 'Damn. You shouldn't have said that.', clearly being the one who knew better about situations like this. Wong's face was outright disappointed now, and Christine's was utterly incredulous.
"It could be worse? It could be worse?!" she carded a hand through her hair, "Stephen Vincent Strange!"
Middle name. Not good.
Even Wong looked a bit impressed at her. And this was Wong, the man who had lectured him over a million times about his… tendencies.
"Every single time I see you, you're either bloodied and beaten or already unconscious."
Yeah. Definitely not good.
"Ever since you joined that damned cult–"
"Not a cult," both sorcerers corrected again.
"Just– just whatever!" she said, her exasperation clear as day. He had only noticed then the amused look on Tony's face and silently sent the engineer a pointed look. "Look, Stephen, I'm tired of constantly wo–"
"It's fine, Christine." he intervened, attempting to calm things down. The look on Wong's face just indicated that he made matters worse.
She paused, her lips pursed as her eyes fixed on him.
It was needless to say that her expression had turned to a point where it looked as if she was saying, 'I'm done. I'm so done with you.'
Stephen thought quickly on how to reply.
"I mean, the bleeding was all internal, right?"
"Yes."
"Then it's alright because that's where the blood is supposed to be!"
There was a silence that fell in the air after the poorly-attempted joke went out of his mouth. A second passed. And then another. And then suddenly, Tony doubled over in a fit of laughter, not being able to handle himself in whatever ridiculous argument he had just witnessed.
"You–" he pointed at Stephen, still laughing uncontrollably, "Did you just quote Brooklyn 99 at her?"
He laughed even louder at that, and Stephen was actually worried it might disturb other patients outside the door. But he couldn't help but join in, his own rumbling chuckles slipping out of him easily.
Wong was kneading the space between his eyebrows, muttering 'idiots' as he conjured a portal, presumably to Kamar Taj.
Christine, meanwhile, still had concern etched over her face as he stared at the two laughing men. But then a smile appeared on her lips, almost without her meaning to, and she finally giggled herself.
"Okay. Fine. That was funny." she admitted. "I would've been concerned if you hit your head too hard or something if it weren't for the fact that I knew how horrible your jokes were already." And incredibly ill-timed.
Tony made a humming sound to indicate he was interested.
"Oh, you have got to tell me about that sometime."
She sent him a playful smirk, the look on their faces almost certainly planning for a 'Sharing About Stephen's Most Embarrassing Moments In His Life' meeting.
Stephen's head moved back and forth between them.
"You better not be planning anything."
Tony feigned a gasp.
"Us? Against you? We would never!" he said, and Stephen rolled his eyes playfully at that.
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Prompt 004
Aka, the fic I would write if I had any medical knowledge what-so-ever.
Tony publishes a paper with his research on technology in medicine. Stephen challenges every sentence of it:
Maybe in an au, or just set earlier in the timeline.
Rhodey still has an accident that leaves him needing assistance to walk. Tony publishes the stories of his success giving his best friend legs again, and the world is praising him on every corner, kissing his feet and declaring his work genius.
Until the morning he wakes up to an email from an unknown address, a Doctor Strange, calling him a fraud and explaining, in bullet points, why exactly he’s an idiot.
Of course, Tony writes back to argue otherwise.
Bonus points: Emails aren’t fast enough for Stephen’s arguments, so they meet in person, and Stephen barely lets Tony sit before he’s on a tangent about how absurd Tony’s claims are.
Tony wants to defend himself, and he does, but he’s also a little turned on over the whole thing… Sue him, he likes his men smart and mouthy 🤷🏻♂️
Optional NSFW addition: angry/hate rough fucking in the bathroom, with top!Stephen, who’s particularly responsive to the constant stream of ‘good boy’s’ falling from Tony’s lips while he’s being railed absolutely perfectly. Yes, I’m talking degrading and praise kinks in the same fic bc why not
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An Ironstrange AU with Hunger Games thematic
Tony could be from District 2 where the weapons are manufactured and it's one of the wealthiest districts of Panem or he could be from District 3 which main industry is technology but they're poorer.
Howard (Tony's father) was one of the victors of the Hunger Games in his youth so Tony had an easy and comfortable life, but his father wants him to be chosen as a tribute and win the hunger games, so he's trained as a career tribute.
Stephen is from District 9 which main industry is grain production (he's a country boy so it makes sense although I can see him in district 12 too) and his sister, Donna, died in the last Hunger games.
Now, there are two options of how did Tony ended up as a tribute: he could be chosen by luck or he could have volunteered to take Peter's place bc Tony see him as a little brother (Tony is 18 and Peter is 12) but if he's chosen by luck then Peter could be from District 5 (electricity) or 9 (textiles), so they'll met at the arena.
For Stephen it was just his Strange luck, he's almost 16 (his birthday will be when his already in the arena) and the wound of Donna's death is still fresh and maybe just to be extra angsty his little brother Vincent was also chosen as a tribute on his first reaping day so yeah, too much trauma.
The girl tribute from Stephen's district could be Christine but I think it'll be more interesting if it's Clea meanwhile with Tony I'm not pretty sure, maybe Pepper )? or Natasha but I see her more as District 1's tribute or maybe 4, not to sure about that. Maybe Carol
The Ancient One as Stephen's and Clea (or Christine) mentor, it would probably be interesting how did the Ancient One win her hunger games. In the other hand, Howard as Tony's mentor doesn't sounds that great for me but idk anyone who could fit in.
The Grandmaster as Caesar Flickerman obviously.
President Snow... That's kind of tricky, it could be Thanos or maybe Kang )? I also considered Nick Fury but not sure if he fits...
For the other tributes I'll love to see Thor and Loki participating as brothers, they're from District 4 (probably) which is one of the wealthiest districts buuuuuuuut there's no chance they could participate on the same year cuz they're both males unless plot with a good excuse.
Natasha and Steve as District 1's career tributes, Rhodey and Monica as District 11's tributes.
Now, in the games Stephen and Clea work together and the audience of the capitol cheer on them since they've been displayed as the couple with a tragic love story (yes, they were dating before they were chosen) but everything change when Stephen keeps clashing with Tony and they start feeling things for each other, so Stephen ruins the plan he made with The Ancient One and Clea and runs off with Tony making an alliance.
There's a lot more of ideas I could come up with like Stephen killed Tony's partner and that started everything, but this are the main ones. I just know that this AU would be filled with a lot of angst but it'd be really interesting :)
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since you asked for prompts: ironstrange within a winged!universe?
Stephen stared at the picture of Tony from before Afghanistan. He looked majestic with his dark wings flared behind him. Tony was only a few inches shorter than Stephen, but without wings he’d always felt… smaller.
Stephen traced the outline of the wings. The feathers would have been soft, well cared for. Tony would have had quality wing-care product.
Would Tony have let Stephen touch? Let him preen those golden-brown feathers with all the intimacy that required?
Tony had never touched Stephen’s wings. Stephen longed for it but didn’t know how to ask.
“Looking at my golden age?”
Stephen startled at Tony’s voice. He flinched back from the computer screen and turned. Tony leaned against the doorframe, watching him.
Tony’s eyes were the same color as the wings in the picture, rich brown with undertones of gold. Beautiful.
“Sorry. I…” didn’t have a good excuse.
“It’s fine,” Tony said. “I get that I’m a rarity.”
It was no excuse. Stephen had worked in a hospital, he’d had exposure to those who had, for one reason or another, lost their wings. He knew how painful a subject it could be. After his accident there had been concern that his own wings would need amputation. They’d healed, but even now Stephen’s left wing hurt with too much exertion. The cloak had kept him in the air more than once when the pain got bad.
“Do you miss them?” The question slipped out without permission.
“Sometimes.” Tony tapped the arc reactor. “I don’t let it keep me down.” It made light of the situation, but it had been a sensitive question. Tony’s gaze ran over Stephen’s tucked wings. Understanding flickered in his eyes. “You have beautiful wings, Stephen. They could use a good preen, though.”
Stephen’s heart jumped at the implied offer.
“Please.”
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Tony was wrapping up his jog on the private beach when his drone dropped off the coffee he had Friday get ready for him. He was cold and didn't want to wait til he got back to the house to have his coffee. He was moving up one of the dunes when he paused with his cup in hand.
There not to far off, at the estate next to his oddly enough was a young man in a big puffy coat. He seemed to be putting together a bunch of logs, huh must be setting up a bonfire. Not to out of normal but it wasn't something done often in the winter time. The only reason he wasn't in more layers himself was the possibility of over heating while out on his jog.
His nose twitched a moment when the faint hint of cinnamon, cloves, and honey. Eyes widen as he stares. Male omegas are not unheard of, just not as common as they used to be. Most packs swoop them up.
Clearing his throat he waltz over.
" Hey there. Starting a fire?"
A pair of warm brown eyes looked up at him. He knew the moment he recognized him as his eyes widen before he smiled.
" Yeah. Your welcome to join us if you like. Making smores."
At the 'us', Tony looks around and spots on the edge another man, older, kneeling down next to a little girl. Ah. So he has a pack.
" If you don't mind. Never had one as long as your Alpha is fine with it?"
The young man blinks.
" Never? Well you don't have to worry about Stephen. We aren't like that. ... kinda sorta?"
Tony sits down across from him.
" Kinda sorta kid?"
" Parker i mean Peter Parker that is. Call me Peter Mr. Stark. Its complicated? "
Tony snorts and takes a sip of his coffee.
" Call me Tony. So... Peter. Whats so complicated?"
" Well... Stephen is great, and he is Mary's father. But uumm, it was more of... After I had my degrees even though I had 2 doctorates... most places won't hire omegas...so I ended up getting a 3rd degree in nursing. Stephen is a doctor, famous, really, at least in the medical world. We grew close. But Stephen is married to his career, which I understand. After a couple of years... well, I wanted a baby. I was actually looking into sperm banks when Stephen found out well he volunteered. So.. we aren't really together, but... we kinda have this....thing? Stephen likes to call it an open relationship, though we both haven't actively dated other people. See, it's complicated"
Peter laughs and lights a match and gets a small fire going.
" No. I don't see it too complicated... odd but whatever works. How involved is he?"
Tony's thoughts go to his father who was in a committed relationship with his mother but was distant and more overbearing than anything.
" Oh Stephen is great with Mary. We live in the same building we both have rooms at each others. We take turns picking her up, we go with him to all his conferences. Vacations. Holidays. He adores our daughter"
Tony nods and sips his coffee looking back toward the others in the distance. They had started walking toward them. The little girl laughing as she runs to jump into Peter's arms. The man, Stephen, approached them and raised an eyebrow at Tony before looking over at Peter.
Peter laughs " Tony, this is Doctor Stephen Strange, and this little wild heathen is Mary"
Mary giggle " Momma! I'm just Mary"
Stephen nods his head before moving to sit down next to Peter.
" Don't believe I've seen you here before Mr.Stark. Are you here for the Medical Green Energy Conference?"
Tony blinks and nods his head.
" Yes. We are presenting on day 3."
Some rustling is heard and the older men turn to look at Peter and Mary as they start to set the ingredients for the smores out on a tray.
" Mary, why don't you show Tony how to make a smore. He has never made one before"
The little girl gasps and spins around to look at Tony.
" Never Misters Starks? Smores are the greatests in the world!"
Tony blinks and smiles.
" Never. Its a tragedy. So lets see what all the fuss is about."
Not long later after several quiet talks and bellies full of smores. The fire is put out, Mary is fast asleep on Peter's shoulder.
" It was great meeting you Tony. Maybe we will see you at the conference? Excuse me while I put this sleepy girl to bed."
Peter gives Tony a shy smile before he heads up the the beach out with Mary in tow. Stephen and Tony were left standing there, cleaning up the rest. As they headed back up the dunes heading toward the houses. Stephen paused before they went there separate ways.
" I know you like Peter. And I won't sway him away from you if he wants to be pursued. But I won't have you hurting Mary in the process"
" Hey now. I just met Peter. He is a nice guy. But I'm not looking to date"
Stephen raised an eyebrow.
" Sure. But I wasn't interested in dating either, and now I have a family. I'm willing to share MY omega. But stay in line, Stark, we are a package deal."
And that is how Tony found himself courting an Alpha and an Omega. And within three years time, Peter was giving birth to another little girl, this time to Morgan Stark.
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Prompt 32
“It’s hard to hate you and even harder to forget you, but loving you was the easiest thing that I’ve ever done. It was natural, inevitable, and fucking infinite.”
“If someone tries to hurt you and you need some help, you tell me ok?”
“Wha..? NO! I won’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not your problem, Tony.”
“Then be my problem, Stephen.”
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ironstrange Drabble: “you’re on my side of the bed.”
(Also OMG you’re great at writing prompts anyways have a great day!)
Weary, Stephen bid the Cloak goodnight and turned to face the suite’s single bed. Tony—his roommate by necessity, the hotel being overbooked—was in bed, tapping at a tablet. He’d left plenty of room, but— “You’re on my side of the bed.”
Tony looked up. “This is also my side of the bed, and I got here first.”
Stephen rubbed his forehead. “I’m not trying to be petty,” he said. “But I won’t sleep if I have to take the other side. Is there any way you could move over?”
“I could,” Tony said, setting the tablet aside. “It’s just… If I do, I’m going to end up spooning you all night,” he admitted.
That wasn’t what Stephen was expecting. He considered it for a minute. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” Stephen finally said.
Tony’s eyebrows went up. “You sure?”
“If it makes you uncomfortable—”
“No, no, I'm fine,” Tony assured him. “Just surprised. You kind of radiate ‘untouchable’ vibes.”
It wasn’t the first time Stephen had heard that. Unfortunately. “I enjoy contact as much as the next person.”
Tony chuckled. “Well, you’ll get your fill of cuddles tonight.”
Stephen smiled to himself, suddenly grateful for the shortage of rooms.
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Oh no, he's hot - Part 2 [IronStrange]
Summary: The second time Tony met Stephen, the sorcerer was intrigued
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Word count: 1.2k | Part 1
Chapter's Note: Here’s the second part nobody asked for.
Oh no, he’s hot
Tony eyed the building in front of him critically. It didn't quite fit into the aesthetic of New York. So much so that one might think it would stand out because of it. Yet, Tony was sure he had never noticed it before. The other pedestrians walked past it without even giving it a glance. Like they didn't see it at all.
Tony climbed up the steps and knocked. (There was no doorbell. Who didn’t have a doorbell?) Nothing happened for a moment, then the door opened, but there was no one to be seen.
Tony waited exactly twelve long seconds – he for once wanted to be polite – before he went to unravel this mystery on his own.
The interior design was an interesting choice. Not Tony's style, but fitting to magic ninja monks, he guessed. He walked up the wide staircase, clearly the centerpiece of this ridiculous big entrance hall, and was about to turn left when a voice stopped him.
“Mr. Stark.”
Tony turned around, his signature PR smile plastered on his face. He recognized the man from the other day. The one he had been talking to before. If just briefly. “Wong, right?” The man gave no reaction. Tough crowd. “I have questions regarding…” he made a vague gesture to the room, "everything."
Including that hot guy – Doctor Stephen Strange as the facial recognition software he had run the footage from the fight through had revealed – but that, of course, was incidental.
"We were expecting that. Follow me."
He led Tony down a hallway to a room and motioned him to enter.
So Tony did.
The furniture was minimalist and very zen. In the center sat Strange cross-legged and hovering four feet in the air. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be meditating.
Curious, Tony stepped closer to take a look at him up close. He was wearing casual clothes today, his red cape nowhere in sight. He was paler than Tony remembered, with dark shadows under his eyes. After all, just another human being, despite the impressive performance the other day. His bandaged hands lay relaxed in his lap, in what Tony recognized as a yoga pose.
When he thought he had waited long enough, Tony cleared his throat. And when that had no effect, he tapped the man’s shoulder.
Stephen jolted awake, as if Tony had turned him on by pressing a button. He startled and lost his balance as his levitation spell vanished and he fell on his butt.
"Ouch!"
"Oh, sorry." Tony raised his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean to jump start you.”
Strange scowled at him, if only for a moment. Then he had put on a neutral expression that Tony knew was just a mask. That was fine, he had just marched in here unannounced. Apropos. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down? On a scale from one to ten at least an eight.” Normally Tony loved a good challenge.
Strange raised an eyebrow and he seemed almost offended. “Just eight?”
The wards and cloaking spells around the Sanctum were centuries old. Only people in need or those who were desperate were able to find the doors. They had to be at the right place at the right time. And Stark did not give the impression that he was this kind of person.
Tony grinned. “Yeah. The Pentagon was a six point five, but I was in college back then and the technology wasn’t as advanced. So eight is pretty good. Not impossible though.”
Obviously, Stephen had to ask. “What’s a ten?”
Tony’s lips moved into a smug smirk. “My tower, of course.”
Stephen scoffed, amused. Of course. “What do you want, Stark?”
It may have sounded a little rude, but not much ruder than being forced back into his body by surprise. So, naturally, Tony let it slide, because he remembered why he came here in the first place. Not to get this guy’s number but the other reason. His questions.
“What is this?” he asked, looking around. “Your secret school of wizardry? How many wizards are there? Where did the gnomes come from? And that other thing? Had you been a wizard when you were a neurosurgeon?”
Strange tilted his head in a mix of being amused and annoyed. But Stark had managed to find the Sanctum, so he had to give him some credit.
“Do you want tea?” he asked, since this whole encounter seemed to take some time and he hadn't had breakfast yet.
“I’m more of a coffee kind of guy.”
A cup appeared out of nowhere and he was able to grab it just before the hot liquid spilled over.
Stephen's cup remained hovering next to him and followed him as he turned toward the door. Using the conjured lightning in the fight had done nothing good for his hands. He could barely move his fingers, which was why he opened the door even with a pinch of magic.
He motioned Tony to follow him. The meditation room was not the place to deal with Stark's pending questions.
"This isn't Harry Potter. We aren't wizards," he informed him curtly. Stark opened his mouth to object. Although he was a man of science, he knew what he had seen. But Stephen was quicker. “We are clearly sorcerers.”
There was the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.
He answered some of Tony's questions. With each answer came more questions, but they were surprisingly genuine. Stark was an attentive listener and Stephen found himself telling more than first intended. No secrets of the order, Vishanti no, but Stark's visit lasted longer than he had expected.
They ended up on the roof of the Sanctum.
One, Stephen didn’t trust Stark anywhere near the relics yet. Two, it was a warm day and the roof had a nice view. And the sun did good to his hands.
He found himself invested in the conversation with Stark, especially when they started discussing pros and cons of advanced technology versus magical healing.
Until they got interrupted by a voice coming from Stark’s pocket.
“Boss.”
Stephen paused, confused for a moment while Tony pulled his Starkphone out of his pocket.
“What’s the stitch, Fri?”
“There has been an emergency situation rising in the north. Captain Rogers is assembling the Avengers.”
The voice was clearly artificial, but not generic robotic, Stephen noticed.
“Tell them, I’m on my way,” Stark told his AI. Looking back to Strange he added, “Sorry, doc, seems like we have to cut our date short.”
The sorcerer raised an eyebrow at this comment, but let it slide. “Do you need backup?” he asked instead.
“No, we got this. But you’re welcome to tag along and watch, if you want.” He winked at him as he walked to the edge of the roof and jumped onto the coping. He was surprisingly agile.
Tony tapped on his chest and the nanobots bled over his body, also integrating the phone he was still holding in his hand.
“Don’t be a stranger.”
Those were Tony's last words before the nanobots closed off his face. He dropped backwards and two seconds later he flew through the sky of New York.
Stephen's eyes followed him until he disappeared between the skyscrapers. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued and maybe a little bit turned on. Stark knew how to make an exit.
And Stephen had a feeling that this wasn't the last time he’d seen Tony.
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Hi! Are you currently accepting Ironstrange prompts?
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Okay, so. I mentioned here that I had a fic idea about Supreme Strange/SIM!Tony, but discarded it because I simply thought it sounded boring/uninteresting/bit cringy ugh. I just felt like pouring it in this post instead to see what you all may think. (And feel free to take the idea – I'd love to see it written in a better version than I could ever possibly have done, lol).
Obviously it's Dark!Tony (this is SIM we're talking about) so he has obsessive tendencies over Stephen (will elaborate).
Under the cut because it's quite a lot of text (you have been warned).
Superior Iron Man lives in the 838 universe in this AU, and he was part of the Illuminati alongside Stephen. Everyone in the team accepted him (because they thought he'd be a great addition, considering his wealth and intelligence), except Captain Carter. She just doesn't like the idea of him being the creator of 'Extremis', and has several suspicions about it, because... well, you get what I mean.
A major part of the plot is that Tony's very obsessed with Stephen (due to his addictive tendencies), and he's been trying to lure the man to use Extremis to fix his hands; Stephen refuses, of course. They can either be in a relationship here or just friends/teammates.
Soon enough, they find out about Tony's true intentions of making Extremis (I figured maybe it's likely that Cap Carter found out, but I still haven't figured out how), and they kick him out of the Illuminati. I'm not sure what sort of punishment he gets after that, but maybe they've just informed it to the public, but to no avail, because everyone's obsessed with using Extremis to make themselves perfect.
They fought Tony ever since. Tony doesn't fight back, as much as he wants to, because he still wants Stephen alive. He likes to think of it as some sort of 'game', so he plays along but never really to the point of killing any of them.
But when the threat of Thanos came, Stephen becomes desperate and soon corrupted by the Darkhold to find ways to defeat the Mad Titan via dream walking to his other variants -- following the plot of MoM.
The moment in Titan after they defeat Thanos, when he kneels and waits as he willingly lets Blackbolt disintegrate him due to the guilt of his actions, Tony watches from afar. Tony manages to kill Blackbolt before he could speak a word, and a battle broke off between him and the Illuminati (including Stephen, he practically rages as he sees Tony kill a member of their team, and has developed some sort of hatred towards him ever since he found out about what Extremis was for), Tony won, eventually. Stephen collapsed after the battle (Tony doesn't kill him, he killed the others, though), and carries him to his tower/wherever he resides, where he uses Extremis to fix Stephen's body, from his scars, his hands, and even went far enough to brainwash him into thinking that he and Tony are in a relationship, and that Tony was a good man (I should mention that he upgraded Extremis before all that, so he made it possible to brainwash people's mind using it.)
It's not a happy ending, for Stephen, at least. Tony got what he wanted, he lives with an 'idealised' version of Stephen as everyone around them slowly suffers from Extremis.
:D
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I'm back on my MoB kick and all I can think about is
Tony and Stephen either married/partners/friendenmies
Tony gets hurt
Stephen wants to take care of him, but his job is a surgeon. After care is someone else's job. But Tony deserves the best.
Enter at home Nurse Peter Parker. [ Stephen pulled strings to get him]
Who may or may not know who Tony is or atleast his connection to the mob.
- WinterSpiderPurrs
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Mafia boss Tony, surgeon Stephen, Tony and Stephen are married, nurse Peter, mentions of gun violence
Peter has never been headhunted for a job before. It made him feel important and special among the thousands of nurses who are more qualified and experienced than him. They didn’t get the job offer, he did. There must be someone who finally sees value in Peter’s skills, and the young nurse has to take the rare chance offered to him.
However, he may have jumped into this too soon, because now he is stood across the street from the address he was given and the house looks intimidating.
The house is practically a mansion, and an old one at that. But, the house seems resilient and well kept. The lush garden must look beautiful in daylight, but now in the October moonlight it looks haunted. There is a large black metal gate in front of the house and black shapes move back and forth with confident footfalls.
“What the fuck…” Peter whispers to himself. He checks the address again, and again. It is the right one and he is in the right place. The number of the house and street is correct. “Here goes nothing…”
Peter walks up to the gate, and he is about to say something awkward to one of the men guarding the gate, but he doesn’t get the chance.
“Mr Parker?”
“Uhm- yes. Yes, that’s me.” Peter squeaks.
The guard says nothing, but he makes a gesture with his hand and a built in door opens up from the gate. Peter steps inside and follows one of the guards up to the house.
The house is well-lit and warm when Peter steps inside. There are lush carpets and expensive furniture in the entrance hall, which hints to even more richness inside the rest of the house.
The guard wipes his shoes, but keeps them on, so Peter does the same. The guard says nothing still, but he turns back to look at Peter while he wipes his shoes and waits for him to catch up before walking on.
They head upstairs and make a turn around a corner before the guard gestures for Peter to wait. The man knocks on one of the doors and steps inside before closing the door. Only now does Peter notice how quick his heart is beating in his chest. His limbs feel jelly-like, and he takes this small moment of alone time to calm himself.
“You’re okay, you’re okay…” Peter mouths to himself.
The door opens again, but another man steps out and Peter snaps his head up. Finally, a familiar face.
“Doctor Strange!” Peter breathes out in relief. He hopes it is not too obvious, and that the doctor doesn’t notice how shaky Peter’s hand is in their handshake.
“Peter, thank you for coming. I know I didn’t tell you a lot about this assignment, but all will be revealed soon. You can ask any question you’d like.” The doctor says and leads Peter down to the next door and opens it.
It is an office and Stephen heads to the desk to look through some papers. The doctor returns quickly though with a paper for Peter and a pen.
“So, this is how you live…?” Peter asks before taking the paper. An NDA.
“Some of the time, yeah.” Stephen answers shortly. “I’d like you to sign this before I tell you anything about the assignment. You can quit whenever you like, but you-”
“Cannot talk about it, got it.” Peter chuckles and Stephen gives in a smile. The doctor gestures for Peter to use the desk to sign and the young nurse does so.
“Great! Now that’s settled.” Stephen says after checking the signature and leaving the paper on the desk. They head out into the hallway again. “I’ll show you your patient now.”
Stephen opens the door he came out from before and lets Peter step inside the room. It is a bedroom and a king-sized bed takes up most of the space. And on the bed, is a man, fast asleep. Peter cannot see him well from where he is standing, but he sees some dark hair and facial hair. The room looks quite ordinary, although much classier than Peter could ever afford with a nurse’s pay. However, the medical equipment and machines in the room stand out.
Peter recognises all of them, of course. All the tubes and wires connected to the sleep man on the bed. And based on them, he deduces that the man should be in hospital, not at home.
“Who is he?” Peter asks.
“Tony Stark. Your patient, and my husband.” Stephen answers.
Something about Stephen’s tone of voice makes Peter feel uneasy.
“What happened?”
“He was shot in the abdomen. Stupid.” Stephen says the last part through slightly gritted teeth.
“When? Who treated him? He needs to be in hospital still, surely.” Peter says in disbelief.
“I did.”
Peter takes a step from the doctor. The guards, the NDA, gunshot wounds, treated by family… The headhunting. It all starts to make sense.
“He can’t go to the hospital.” Peter says quietly. Or else, the police will find out…
“No.” Stephen says simply. “But, he won’t need to when he has you taking care of him. I cannot be here all the time, plus, I’m a surgeon. I’ve done what I can.” The doctor steps closer to Peter, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Now I need your help, and you will need the money. Trust me, I know. So, you will take the job, yes?”
Peter squeezes his eyes shut. He lets out a breath and then opens his eyes.
He nods.
“I’ll take the job.”
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