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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Top Tony Stark, Bottom Stephen Strange, Kabeshiri | Stuck in a Wall, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Barebacking, Creampie, Mind Break, He doesn’t want it but he does enjoy it Summary:

Stephen gets stuck in a wall during some late night training. Someone finds him there and takes advantage.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Christmas, Presents, Christmas Proposal, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Not Beta Read, Soft Stephen Strange, Awkward Tony Stark, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Summary:

It felt appropriate to fill this one tonight! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate.

Stephen stopped as he stepped into the cabin and stared at Tony where he was on the crouched near the ground in front of the fireplace, clearly trying to light it the old fashioned way wearing a dark t-shirt with halloween skeletons dancing underneath the moon. “That’s… not a Christmas sweater.”

Tony’s head jerked up, eyes going wide at the sight of Stephen. “Stephen? What are you doing here?”

The words brought Stephen to a halt. “You invited me?” he said, suddenly uncertain. Because Tony had invited him, hadn’t he? Stephen had certainly interpreted it that way, had felt ridiculously happy about it, too. But the frozen look on Tony’s face meant…

He hadn’t.

“Oh.” Stephen’s heart plummeted. “I… misinterpreted what you’d said. I can—”

“No,” Tony blurted. “I mean.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You can stay, if you want. But also, I don’t think you would want. I’m… not great with the Christmas… everything. It’s why I run away to the cabin every year. No one knows about it and no one… expects anything.”

Stephen furrowed his brows at the words. “Then why did you tell me? You said I could come. I thought you … I thought you wanted me to come.” They’d only been dating a few months, but this relationship… it felt good.

Tony just stared, looking a little helpless. “I don’t know,” he said. “I guess a part of me thought… a part of me wanted…” He sighed. “I don’t know. I didn’t think this far ahead, I guess.”

The words hung between them. Stephen didn’t know where to go with any of that. “Why the halloween t-shirt?” he asked finally. “Are you aiming for the Nightmare before Christmas?”

Tony looked confused. “I mean, yeah, Christmas is a bit of a nightmare, but I wouldn’t say I’m going for that.”

Stephen stared, hoping Tony was joking. “Do you seriously not know about the Nightmare before Christmas?”

“You mean the three weeks preceding the holiday where everyone loses their minds a bit?” Tony asked. He rolled his eyes, as though Stephen was the one being an idiot. “I’m well aware of the nightmare before Christmas.”

That was it. Stephen was definitely staying and he was going to make Tony watch what might be one of the best Christmas movies ever made. But only if… “Do you want to be alone for Christmas?” Stephen asked carefully. “I mean, I thought you wanted to celebrate with me, but if I misunderstood…”

Tony bit his lip. “I always want to be with you, spend time with you, even celebrate with you. I just… Christmas is important to a lot of people.” Tony looked away. “I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

Stephen could work with that. “All I need for Christmas is you,” he said, honestly, then paused. “Though I wouldn’t mind some hot chocolate, a cuddle on the couch, and a Christmas movie.”

“Hallmark?” Tony asked, sounding pained, though reluctantly willing if Stephen really wanted that.

“No,” Stephen said, shuddering. “Absolutely not. So, what do you say?”

Tony’s smile was small but brilliant. “I’ll get the kettle on to boil water. I have hot chocolate powder somewhere around here.”

“Perfect.”

Fifteen minutes later the fire was roaring, the hot chocolate was in hand, and they were cuddling on the couch while Stephen got the movie set up.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Tony said quietly as he curled close and the movie started. “Sorry it’s not the greatest Christmas.”

This is probably one of the fluffiest things I have written, I hope that you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76280256

This is a fic for @airas-story. Thank you for everything you do! And thank you to @ironstrangehaven for organizing this event!

An Asymmetrical Connection Between Souls

Summary: Soul bonds don’t exist. Stephen checked. But his use of the Time Stone had unforeseen consequences. When strange events begin linking him to Tony Stark, it exposes feelings he never intended to reveal. Now, they must decide whether this asymmetrical connection is a violation to fix or a possibility worth exploring.

I couldn't really fulfill the entirety of this prompt, since it was sort of asking for two different POV, so I just touched on Tony's part.

“Seriously?” Tony muttered under his breath as the man disappeared from the street cameras as he turned the corner, not appearing on the next camera. How did he do that? Was it teleportation? If so, that was entirely unfair. Teleportation was cheating, everyone knew that.

It didn’t help that Tony somehow couldn’t get a clear picture of the guy’s face and most of the cameras didn’t have any audio. How hard was it to find some guy who wasn’t even keeping a low profile? The man was everywhere! Literally. Tony had caught him on the radar—and so, just maybe, Tony happened to be a little too into surveillance—doing random heroics over two dozen times in the past month. There had been literally three days over the last 31 where the man hadn’t been involved in something or the other.

Some of said things had been frankly really creepy, too. That weird ten-limbed creature that had spat acid had been frankly freaky. Some of them had at least just been regular muggings. Not that Tony was glad that muggings were going on, but at least the average mugger wasn't a creepy cthulhu creature.

But while not low profile—again, he was literally everywhere—this guy was also damn secretive and currently impossible to track down.

And, look, Tony was glad that there were heroes out there doing heroic things. He was. 

But Tony was also a paranoid bastard and he hated not knowing who the players on the board were. It made him anxious. He didn’t care if it wasn’t his business, Tony was fine being a busybody if it meant he could sleep at night, not worrying about strangers maybe being more than what they seemed on the surface.

It didn’t help that this mystery man was also apparently some sort of magic man. Tony was honest enough with himself to admit that the magic thing added to his whole inability to trust that everything about mystery hero was fully on the up and up. Yes, Tony was biased and distrusting. He was fine with that. At least he was self aware, no matter what anyone else said.

Tony blinked himself into consciousness, grimacing at the ache in his head. It took about half a second of looking around to figure out what was going on. He was in an empty cell of some sort. Poorly lit so he could barely see past the bars of the cell.

He remembered leaving the Sanctum. He’d been distracted by what had sounded like a distressed cat, foolishly taking a few steps into the less populated side street, when something had hit him hard on the back of his head, dazing him long enough for someone to hit him with some drugs. 

“I see you’re awake,” a voice came from just outside the cell.

“Looks like,” Tony said, keeping his voice bored. “So, what is it? Money? Tech? Revenge?” He shifted so he was more comfortable on the floor, not bothering to get up and face his captor. “Please, enlighten me on your, no doubt idiotic, plan.”

He could practically hear his captor’s teeth grind. “You are the perfect bait for the Avengers—”

“Seriously?” Tony interrupted. “Pathetic. You’d have to keep me hostage for far longer than you’re capable of before it’s a concern. They know I can free myself. Hell, I’m not even worried about being abducted unless the abduction lasts longer than like… two days.” He pretended to look over his captor, even though he could barely see him. “I bet I’m out of here in, oh, four hours. Max. You radiate incompetence.”

“I captured you, didn’t I?” his captor said, tone petulant.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Abduction is easy. Containment… not so much. Now, go ahead and send the Avengers your little ‘hostage video’. Just know it’s useless.”

A moment’s silence, then the captor snapped “watch them,” to someone in the shadows.

Wait. Them? Who else—

“Why am I not surprised you antagonize your captors?” came a familiar voice from the cell to his left. 

“Stephen?” Tony asked, alarmed. “Shit. They got you?” He jerked to his feet, moving to check on Stephen. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you? How did they get you? I’m gonna destroy them. Give me a few minutes, I’ll—”

“Seriously?” Stephen asked, tone strangely amused. He should not be amused. Stephen being abducted was not an amusing matter. “I’m fine. I heard the scuffle and they caught me by surprise. But, now I’m wondering if I should be offended. It isn’t a matter of concern when you’re abducted, but it is when I am?”

Obviously! “Uh, yeah,” Tony said. “You’re—”

“Incapable of freeing myself?” Stephen asked. “According to you, that’s the only reason why abduction should be a concern. You said this guy is incompetent. Are you suggesting I’m incompetent?”

Tony spluttered. “That’s not what I’m saying! Obviously you’re competent, but—”

“If it’s not a concern when you’re abducted, it’s not a concern when I am,” Stephen said.

“It is not the same thing,” Tony protested.

“You’re an idiot.”

Stephen looked up as Tony plopped down in front of him, an expression of sheer exasperation on Tony’s face. Which made sense if Tony thought he was being an idiot. “So Wong tells me,” Stephen said. “I’m going to listen to you about as much as I listen to him.” Which was to say, not at all.

Tony’s lip twitched up in amusement. “I admit I find your quest to exasperate Wong in any and every way you can more endearing than idiotic.”

“Don’t let Wong hear you say that or he’ll ban you from the premises for being a bad influence.”

That earned him a snort. “Unfortunately for Wong, I have a magic power of my own.”

Stephen arched an eyebrow at the entirely outrageous statement. “Seriously?”

Tony smirked. “Despite their best efforts, people end up reluctantly fond of me.”

That… Okay. That was probably true. Stephen himself wasn’t exempt. “Anyway, why is it I’m an idiot?” Stephen asked, instead of admitting to any degree of fondness.

Tony said, leaning back in his chair. “At first I thought you were just rejecting me. I had about accepted that when Wong informed me you weren’t rejecting me, you were just oblivious.”

Stephen blinked, trying to figure out what Tony was talking about. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “I admit, I was initially surprised you wanted to spend so much time in the Sanctum, but I’ve never kicked you out, even when you pester me.” To be fair, due to the reluctantly fond nature—maybe not quite so reluctant as Stephen would like to admit—of Stephen’s feelings, Stephen didn’t really mind the pestering.

“Exactly,” Tony said, despite the fact that Stephen had just directly contradicted Tony’s own claim. Tony leaned forward. “Stephen. Please. Think about it. Why in the world would I spend this much time in the Sanctum library?”

“It’s a whole new field of study,” Stephen said, because that was beyond obvious. “You want to understand everything, even things that make you want to pull your hair out. It’s who you are.”

Tony paused, then nodded in concession. “Okay, fair. But that’s like… tertiary.”

Stephen barely resisted rolling his eyes. “Fine, what is your primary reason to be at the Sanctum, pestering me?”

For a long moment Tony just stared at him. “I am, quite literally, half in love with you.”

The words drew Stephen to an absolute halt. “Wait. You— What?”

“I know you don’t feel the same. That’s fine. But I would really like to date you, so I can romance you. Maybe someday you will.”

The words took a moment to penetrate. Tony had been coming by, pestering Stepen—oh Vishanti, looking back a lot of that pestering looked a lot more like flirting—for months. Because he wanted to… wanted to romance Stephen.

“So,” Tony said. “What do you say. Can I take you on a date?”

I'm gonna be honest, when this ask came in, my first response was Do I!?!? Yes, yes I do. But it's also such a vast, wide topic that my brain didn't narrow it down immediately. As for headcanons, I feel like I have layers. The "I like this idea, I'm gonna keep it" headcanons, "okay, yes, this is it!" headcanons and "I am so dedicated to this headcanon that it would require a pry bar to take it from me."

I'm going to put this under a read more because, despite only choosing a few headcanons, it got a little long.

So, I considered rejecting this one. It wasn't explicitly asking for a break up, but it's... well, it's definitely borderline and breakups are a big no go for me. However, literally the day I'd opened the queue I'd been scrolling, as one does, and had laughed for ages at this post and it gave me an idea for an angle I felt comfortable writing.

“Do you want to break up?”

What? The question caught Stephen completely by surprise, especially because he and Tony had been in the middle of a make out session very clearly headed towards sex. Honestly, Stephen wasn’t even sure he’d actually heard what he’d thought he’d heard, because Tony was already kissing him again, post question. “I think I need you to repeat that question,” Stephen decided, pulling back.

Tony sighed as Stephen got out of easy kissing reach, clearly displeased. Well, if he’d wanted them to make it to the part of tonight’s activities that involved the bed, he shouldn’t have asked a question like that. “Do you want to break up?” Tony repeated.

Stephen stared at him, but Tony didn’t seem to be joking. “No,” he said. “Not in the slightest. Do you?”

“Literally? Of course not.”

Literally? “And you do figuratively?”

Tony paused. “I mean more… fictitiously.”

That didn’t clear things up. At all. “I’m really going to need you to explain. Fictitiously?”

Tony let out a long sigh. “Rhodey and Pepper are getting together.”

Still didn’t explain anything. “And…?” Tony had been playing matchmaker for Pepper and Rhodey for ages, but what did that have to do with anything?

“Well,” Tony said. “Rhodey’s been complaining about how the moment he and Pepper get together it’ll be a whole thing in the tabloids and media and what not and that it was too bad the tabloids had gotten bored of me and you. Which I think is rather nice, but I’m willing to sacrifice my peace of mind.”

Ah. Now Stephen understood. Pepper and Rhodey would get together, and just before the tabloids and social media could sink their hooks into their relationship, he and Tony would publicly and dramatically break up. That would absolutely flood social media, letting Pepper and Rhodey get together in relative peace until they were ‘old news’. “And, you’re willing to sacrifice my peace of mind?” Stephen asked, a little amused.

“I mean, you can say no,” Tony said. “Obviously I wouldn’t do this without you. But I will point out that if we break up, we can engage in forbidden sex.” He arched an eyebrow. “Given how much you like everything else that’s forbidden…”

Stephen wasn’t admitting to anything, but just maybe this suddenly sounded intriguing.

“Also,” Tony said. “If we break up, we can also get back together.”

Strange: Yes, it’s called picking up after yourself like an adult.

Hi, hello, funny caption. Slipping back into old fandoms. WIP pics and close up under cut.