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maybe fwb ironstrange where they try to "logic" it away. (like, "well orgasms = endorphins = no more headache, so really you're just helping me out")

Ahh, obliviousness, to both their own and others’ feelings—an IronStrange classic. 

I decided to do this one as an outsider POV fic so that some of the sighing and head shaking of the readers could be in the ficlet itself. LOL.

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Tony strolled into the compound kitchen at 9am looking far too relaxed for a man who routinely complained about getting out of bed before 11. Hope spotted a fresh hickey on his throat and leaned back in her chair, smiling. “I take it Stephen slept over last night,” she said. Tony hummed in inquiry, his attention on the coffee maker. Hope tapped her own throat in illustration. “Hickey.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Tony said casually, leaning back against the counter. “I was bouncing off the walls last night, sleep was not happening. Stephen offered to wear me out a bit. Very effective.” Tony took a long sip of the coffee.

“I’m sure that’s all it was,” Hope said dryly. 

“What else would it be?” Tony asked, and the worst part was that he really seemed sincere.

“Come on, Tony,” Hope scoffed. “You’ve spent, what, five out of the last seven nights with Stephen? What do you think it is?”

Tony shrugged. “Orgasms are good for all kinds of things. Stress. Deeper sleep. Pain relief.”

“And you couldn’t get those things from someone else?” Hope suggested. “Even multiple someone elses.”

“Sure, but Stephen is convenient.” Tony smirked. “And skilled.”

“You actually believe that,” Hope said, shaking her head.

Stephen stepped into the kitchen, dressed down for once in rumpled sweats. “Actually believe what?” he asked, sliding gingerly onto a stool at the kitchen counter. Tony set a cup of coffee in front of him.

“That he’s only sleeping with you for the sake of deeper sleep and pain relief.”

Stephen paused. “Well. Not only.” Hope perked up. Maybe Stephen was more— “Sex is also excellent for building magical reserves.”

Nope. Definitely not.

Tony clinked his mug against Stephen’s, the two of them exchanging grins. “Sorry to crush your romantic dreams,” he teased Hope.

“That’s not what you crushed,” Hope sighed. 

https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/800063159292559360/stephen-and-tony-as-rival-doctorsresearchers-who

What if Steve catches them making out in an empty classroom but nobody believes him??

Sequel to this one.

Steve poked his head into the science building’s bioengineering lab. Bruce was out for the week and Tony and Stephen hadn’t been unearthed yet. Steve had been sent to retrieve them for lunch, which, given it was pizza day, was non-negotiable.

He could hear voices further back in the lab—it really wasn’t fair how much funding the science department got—and followed them. The voices stopped as he moved past a whiteboard full or equations that looked a lot more like gibberish than anything else and froze.

Tony and Stephen were kissing.

What??? This… this made no sense. 

But then, body switching hadn’t made much sense either. But it made more sense than this. He’d expect Tony and Stephen to murder each other first.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. Then did it again when the two still didn’t notice him.

Stephen startled, pulling away from Tony. He blinked at Steve, as though confused as to why he was present. “Yes?”

“Pizza day,” he said awkwardly. “Clint bought like... seven pizzas.”

“Oooh,” Tony gently pushed away from Stephen. “He better have gotten meatlovers.”

Stephen followed after him. “You’re going to clog your arteries, Tony. Now, help me put away this experiment before we head up.” He looked at Steve. “Tony and I will be up in a few minutes.”

“Right.” Steve escaped quickly, making his way to the break room at a far brisker walk than normal. “They’re dating!” he called out the moment he stepped into the room.

“Who’s dating?” Clint asked, pulling a piece of pizza from the box, cheese trailing after it.

“Well, maybe not dating,” Steve corrected. “I don’t actually know. But they’re doing something. I just saw them kissing.”

“You never answered the question,” Natasha said around her slice of pepperoni pizza. “Who? And why do we care?”

Steve thought it should be obvious, given he’d been sent to fetch them. “Tony and Stephen. I just caught them kissing in the bioengineering lab.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed in concern. “Do we need to file another maintenance request with the university?”

…what?

“…no?” Steve asked. He glanced around the room. “Did you guys break something?”

Sam snorted from where he was picking off olives from his vegetarian slice of pizza. “No. Natasha meant for the labs. If the HVAC is down and ventilation isn’t working, that’s an urgent fix.”

What in the world was everyone talking about? “Guys. Did you not hear me?” he asked. “Tony. Stephen. Kissing.”

“We heard,” Natasha said. She slid a slice of pizza on a paper plate and brought it over to him. “We’re just worried about whatever fumes they have going on down there. Clearly they’re not being ventilated properly.”

“Fumes?” Steve asked, completely bewildered.

Natasha snorted. “Trust me, Steve. You clearly inhaled something. Fumes make far more sense than Tony and Stephen kissing. Maybe we should send you all to the university health center.”

Steve stared around the room, before the truth slowly dawned on him.

〔🦋⚙️🦋〕

The finger that scraped across his goatee didn’t burn with heat, or bite with cold, but there was a presence that lingered, a static charge that stung the skin. Tony had felt something similar when Stephen’s eldritch magic came too close for comfort during their missions, but he’d always trusted Stephen’s control.

The apologetic kisses he’d got to his magic-singed skin made up for any accidents.

‘Stephen?’ Tony murmured, not quite sure when he’d fallen asleep, but the way he was being teased with soft touches and lingering kisses was how he was usually woken.

No. That was actually stinging now.

Jerking awake, Tony gazed up into the face of the man he loved, those gorgeous blue eyes he constantly teased Stephen about, serenading him with any song he could find that mentioned blue eyes.

The eyes above him were haunted, creases overlapping in the sickly grey skin beneath them. It was a visceral reaction that had him lurching back, fear squirming in his stomach as he watched the extra eye in Stephen’s forehead close.

‘Pretty sure you’ve not been able to do that before, or is this another one of those things only Wong knows about?’ Tony gasped out, begging his heart to settle, confusion settling over him as he quickly glanced around, wondering where that rasping whispering was coming from.

This wasn’t the Sanctum.

‘Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in years,’ Stephen said, his laugh a dry, brittle thing. He drew himself back, sitting on the edge of the bed, the only piece of furniture in this room that wasn’t broken or caked in dust.

‘A nightmare? Is this the part where you try to kill me? Some sort of unresolved internal conflict bubbling away in my mind? Come on, gimme a break.’ Tony fell back on his elbows.

‘A different reality perhaps, not your dreamscape,’ Stephen told him.

There was something…familiar about the room. Sitting up, Tony’s gaze darted from the man perched on the edge of his bed to the crumbling structure of the room he found himself in. There was discoloration on one of the walls that matched the shape of the huge, ugly mirror Tony hated in Stephen’s bedroom.

The tattered pieces of curled paper cruelly neglected in the corner of the room was the Pink Floyd poster Stephen treasured, the signed one Tony had gotten him for their first anniversary.

This was the Sanctum.

Floundering in disbelief, Tony looked towards his anchor, his strength in times of turmoil.  Stephen’s hair was scraggly, greasy, his goatee grown out of the meticulous styling Stephen insisted on despite his hands, the vain, proud thing. It was his hands Tony couldn’t look away from, gnarled, twisted things carved from onyx.

The longer he looked, the louder the whispers grew, plucking at his mind, churning in his soul.

‘Look away, dear heart,’ Stephen hid his hands in his sleeves.

Dear heart? Since when did…

‘The Darkhold has many uses. Scrying across the multiverse is one of them.’

‘The dark…what now?’

‘We don’t have much time.’ Stephen rose to standing, hesitating as Tony flinched away, feet propelling him further up the bed.

Every molecule of his body was repulsed by this creature. This not quite Stephen.

Sitting beside him, he extended one of his darkness-dipped hands to Tony, his face softening when it wasn’t taken. ‘He could never love you as I do.’

‘I think I need-’

‘You belong with me.’

Tony had only heard that unforgiving tone towards their enemies, and he reacted to it now, steeling himself.

‘I belong to myself,’ he snapped, glaring at this sinister version of the man he loved.

Their gazes held for a long while, a rumbling in the distant broken purple sky beyond the room wrapping around them.

‘Your stubbornness has always been your most endearing quality, most infuriating too,’ Stephen finally whispered, breaking his stare. ‘I don’t have the time to explain now. Already your world seeks to draw you back, but I promise you, dear heart, I will find you again. We will be reunited.’

‘Afraid not. I’d like to wake up-’

‘Tony!’ The fingers that caught his jaw were scalding cold, nails piercing his skin. ‘I will find you again.’

His body was paralyzed, muscles locked into place, gaze captured by that grotesque third eye.

I can’t breathe.

‘I love you.’

‘Tony?’

Violently jerking, Tony found his hands clutching the edge of Stephen’s rustic vanity, his heart slamming against the underside of his ribs as he shook. He was staring at his own, terrified reflection as Stephen stood behind him, concern furrowing his brows.

‘Sweetheart? You spaced out for a moment there. I told you not to-’

‘Get rid of it.’

‘Tony, whatever you saw in the Mirror of Finvarra-’

‘Get rid of it, Stephen.’ Something in his voice made Stephen pause and look at him again. It might have been the tremor in his voice, his fingers digging into the vanity as he fought to stop shivering despite the warmth of the bedroom, but Stephen only paused for a few moments before the mirror was gone, tossed out a portal or in another dimension or something.

The monstrous eyesore of a mirror had always unnerved Tony, but now he had proof it was evil. Stephen always warned him to be careful around the artifacts in the Sanctum, but he’d never believed the mirror to be malicious.

‘Tony, whatever it was you saw-’ Stephen stopped, glancing around as if something Tony couldn’t hear had caught his attention. ‘You’re safe,’ he reassured after a moment.

Tony shook himself as if that could shake the vestige of the vision, nightmare or whatever it was that creepy gothic mirror had conjured. ‘I need a drink,’ he spat, ignoring the hurt on Stephen’s face as he dodged his hand, needing to get out of the room.

He didn’t see Stephen watch him leave, nor did he see his sorcerer place a trembling hand on the wall where the mirror had once hung, seeing a crack in reality where Tony could not.

Summary

They started as comrades in arms, became friends, and are now lovers.

How should they deal with such a change? How can they avoid the mistakes of the past? Tony and Stephen are taking their first steps in their new relationship.

It's not easy, but it's worth the effort.

Notes

They just deserve both so much love...

On Ao3

Rating G - 1797 words

“Boss, Doctor Strange is at the front door.”

Continue?

This is a sequel to the non-con version of “Stephen decides it's about time he make it clear: Tony belongs to Stephen—and always will.”

Content warning for non-con.

Behind the cut for the usual reasons.

Wow. I'd almost totally forgotten about this series! Sequel to one, two, and three.

“Well done,” Stephen said as Peter wrenched away from the still half-full blood bag. While Stephen’s own contacts had been willing to take Peter as a drinker, Stephen refused to bring Peter to them until Peter had proven he could stop drinking when told or, if not told, when he’d had a sufficient and safe amount.

For now, his sources were providing blood bags, the way they’d often done for him in the past. As a newer vampire, Peter needed to drink far more than Stephen did, a sort of voracious need that would slowly fade.

Peter let out a heavy breath—more habit than anything, given Peter no longer needed to breathe—wiping dripping blood from his chin. “It took me almost five seconds after you told me to stop to actually stop,” he said, sounding frustrated.

Stephen gave him a small smile. “True, you haven’t perfected your control, but you have improved.”

It was incredibly lucky, in a way, that Peter had never seriously hurt anyone. Tony had kept Peter separate from Harley and Morgan until he’d found Stephen, while Tony’d kept Peter supplied with blood—some from reputable sources, some from himself—so Peter didn’t go into a frenzy. Since then, Stephen had taken over teaching Peter control.

“It’s not enough,” Peter muttered lowly.

“It’s progress,” Stephen reminded him. “And I trust steady progress far more than I trust control that apparently comes immediate. That sort of control is far more likely to break than control that is learned.”

Peter made a face at that, but nodded.

Tony’s voice came from the corner. “You’re doing good, Pete. Now, go take a break.”

Peter glanced at Stephen to double check they’d really finished today’s lesson. 

Stephen nodded.

Peter cleaned up quickly, putting the blood bag back in storage, before disappearing into his bedroom in the safe house.

Stephen turned toward Tony, moving to where he was doing his routine check of his hunting supplies, from weapons to protective sigils. Stephen had been impressed when he’d seen the protective sigil Tony had given from Peter to keep him safe from his Sire’s binding. Stephen’d been even more impressed when he’d learned Tony had gotten it from Lady Death herself.

That Tony had proven his worth to Lady Death enough to be given a blessing… well, it was no wonder Tony was the best hunter in the world.

He slid into the seat across from Tony, starting his own inspection of the supplies that wouldn’t inherently hurt him. 

“Have I thanked you?” Tony said, focusing on his own inspection.

“Many times,” Stephen said. “I’ve told you before, it’s unnecessary. I help any newly turned vampire who asks for it.”

Tony looked up and met his gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’ve gone above and beyond for me and my family.”

It was true. “I think I’d do anything for you and your family,” Stephen said. He’d always wanted to protect those around him, but for Tony and his family…

For Tony…

“Dangerous power, that,” Tony teased. “I’ll try not to take advantage.”

“Sometimes I want you to take advantage. To ask me for everything,” Stephen said honestly. 

He saw confusion cross Tony’s face and Stephen explained.

“Soon Peter’ll have the control he needs and you won’t need me.” Stephen met Tony’s eyes. “But I’d like very much for you to ask me to stay, anyway.”

Summary:

For Whumpuary 2026 - Day 11: trapped | sleep deprivation | "please" The expression Tony turned on him was trying to be a smile, but it ended up more a grimace than anything.

My ironstrange gift exchange fic for 2025! My recipient is @flightsporadic

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Summary: Tony has convinced himself he doesn't like Stephen Strange, but when the sorcerer asks him for protection during a mission, Tony is confronted with many different feelings, each one more conflicting than the last.

https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/760248074526474240/stephen-and-tony-are-in-denialoblivious-tony

would be great. Maybe a difficult first date? Or something where they are still not completely convinced about the other?

Thanks a lot!

Sequel to this one.

“He is not subtle,” Tony muttered under his breath as he caught sight of other!Tony at the back of the restaurant he’d set Tony and Strange up at. Tony still wanted to know why he and Strange were doing this, but apparently, Strange needed other!Tony’s participation to perform the spell that would send him back to his universe and other!Tony had demanded two weeks to pursue his ridiculous notion that Tony and Strange just needed a slight push.

Strange snorted. “Does this surprise you?” he asked. “He’s a version of you from another universe, and given how annoying you are…”

Wow. Rude. “Seriously?” Tony asked. “Annoying?”

“Annoyingly persistent,” Strange amended. “You do remember the second time we met?”

Given they’d met a total of three times. The fight on Titan, a meeting where Tony had convinced Strange to convince his group to collaborate with the Avengers, and then the meeting with a few of the Masters of the Mystic Arts and the Avengers hammering out said collaboration.

Tony couldn’t quite help his smirk, because when Tony had gone to Strange that second time, Strange had been rather staunchly against Tony’s idea. But Strange was right, Tony was annoyingly persistent. His smirk fell as he followed the line of thought that Strange was presenting. If Tony was that annoyingly persistent, then the chances that other!Tony was just as persistent was… likely.

“I do keep my word, though,” Tony said. “Chances are other!Tony will, too. We agreed to two weeks, when he fails to convince us to fall madly in love with each other, no matter how annoyingly persistent he wants to be, he’ll let you send him back to his little corner of the multiverse.”

Strange sighed. “So we continue with our previous plan to play along with his ridiculous notions for the next two weeks, then when we fail miserably to fall in love…” Strange rolled his eyes.

“Should I be offended you find it so unlikely you’d fall in love with me?” Tony asked.

“Should I be offended you find it so unlikely you’d fall in love with me?” Strange retorted right back.

Tony snorted. “Touché.” He paused as the waiter delivered the meals they ordered. The meal both looked and smelled delicious. Perks to this whole endeavor. Tony hadn’t had an excuse to take himself out to nice restaurants in ages, too busy. This was a great excuse. He picked up his wine glass, extending it to Strange. “To failing miserably at falling in love?”

Summary:

For Whumpuary 2026 - Day 5: ransom | burns | not good enough This wasn't like Afghanistan, Tony realized. These people had no reason to keep him functional.