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Prompt #1731 After a months-long battle to keep the rifts between universes closed in the aftermath of Thanos destroying the stones and the hours in which they didn't exist, Stephen is so exhausted he starts falling asleep at the drop of a hat. During meals, during training, during meetings with the Avengers- anytime he's sitting still for more than a couple minutes, he's soon to fall asleep. Tony notices this, and with the aid of the Cloak starts moving Stephen to various beds and couches around the compound- anywhere that's more comfortable than where he fell asleep. Neither he nor Stephen are prepared when Stephen wakes up in Tony's arms mid-transit.

I’ve interpreted “with the aid of the Cloak” to mean “sometimes the Cloak moves him, sometimes Tony does” rather than both of them moving him at the same time.

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Stephen wakes to the sensation of moving. This has, unfortunately, become common lately. For the past three months, he hasn’t had more than three days in a row without being called out to help close a dimensional rift. Kamar-Taj rotates the duty among sorcerers, but between Dormammu and using the Time Stone to find the path to victory against Thanos, Stephen is their strongest sorcerer in terms of sheer power and all too many rifts require his mystical muscle. In such a state of protracted exhaustion, his body takes every fragment of rest it can get. The Cloak has become adept at locating and delivering him to the nearest comfortable surface.

But this time he’s not swathed in the even, yielding fabric of the Cloak’s embrace. Nor can he detect its dry, ancient scent. Instead, warm, strong arms circle his back and support his knees. His head is tilted over, resting against someone’s chest. He can smell metal and grease. “Tony?”

“Shit.” Tony adjusts his grip. “You’ve never woken up before.”

Before? Stephen still feels a bit muzzy with sleep. And Tony is so warm. Two human arms shouldn’t feel more secure than the Cloak’s swaddling, but they do. “Don’t stop,” he murmurs. It makes no sense, except for all the ways it does.

“I’m not going to leave you wherever you pass out,” Tony says. “Apparently, I just can’t help myself.” He sounds wry, but also soft. 

“Good,” Stephen murmurs.

They’ll probably need to talk at some point, but that’s not enough to stop Stephen from sliding back into oblivion. 

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Sequel to this one.

The problem, Tony discovered quickly, about learning of the existence of his ‘protector’ was that now Tony noticed him. Not always, in fact, for someone who was claiming to protect him, Strange wasn’t actually around that often, even according to FRIDAY.

But he was around enough.

“Okay. This is going to drive me nuts,” Tony said as he dropped down into the bench next to Strange. Say I believe you about the whole ‘you protecting me’—”

“It doesn’t actually matter if you believe it or not,” Strange said factually.

”—Say I believe it,” Tony repeated emphatically. “Why would you be protecting me? Also, you said I was your first assignment. Who, exactly, assigned you to me? How’d I make it onto the list.”

Strange shrugged. “I could answer those questions, But honestly Stark? The answers would absolutely infuriate you even more than not knowing the answers.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Strange. “Did someone I know hire you?” Though why anyone would hire an ex-neurosurgeon as some sort of bodyguard was unfathomable.

That earned him a derisive snort. “Absolutely not.”

“Look. I don’t do bodyguards—”

“I wouldn’t call myself your bodyguard,” Strange said, nose wrinkled in distaste.

”—I don’t do bodyguards,” Tony repeated, ignoring the interruption. He wasn’t sure what Strange would call it, given the whole I’m protecting you bullshit. That was like the definition of a bodyguard. “So, what do I need to do to get you to stop?” Tony finished.

Strange rolled his eyes. “You can’t. I’m hardly going to quit my assignment because it annoys you.” His nose wrinkled. “You’re not actually supposed to notice me.” His voice went low, clearly talking to himself. “It was simple enough procedure and Wong told me—begrudgingly—that I applied it correctly.”

Tony wanted to pull his hair out. “Okay. Back to who assigned you. I don’t care if the answers will infuriate me more than the not knowing, because trust me, the whole ‘not knowing’ things? Literally my least favorite thing in the world.”

Strange looked skeptical. “If it helps, you’re not special.” Rude. “You’re not the only one being protected. In fact, I used to have a protector, before I knew enough to protect myself.”

Tony stared at him, absolutely baffled. “Have you forgotten I’m Iron Man!? You think I don’t know how to protect myself? Compared to you?”

“Offensive implication,” Strange said, though he didn’t seem to actually care. “It’s about knowledge, Stark. In fact, the same person who was protecting me was also the one protecting you.”

Wait. Strange wasn’t the first to be ‘protecting’ Tony?

“What, were they fired because they couldn’t do their job?” Tony asked. Because he could protect himself just fine. But if ‘protecting him’ had actually been someone’s job, they’d failed miserably. 

“They died,” Strange said, tone suddenly flat.

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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.

I’d love them to say “I love you” without a single word. It’s a cute opportunity to play with description. Other characters can witness this if you want to make it funny, but it’s also fine to make it quiet and sweet. Your choice.

I'm not entirely sure I fully got what you wanted. I was understanding that the first part was an example. Not sure this will satisfy.

It was nights like these when Tony truly believed in magic.

Not in the technical sense. In the technical sense, Tony knew that magic existed—even if it could still use a great deal of scientific inquiry—and that it served all number of functions. It was a fact and Tony preferred to acknowledge facts when faced with them.

But that wasn’t the same thing as believing in magic.

But on nights like these…

Stephen hovered in the air at the center of a candle lit circle. The smoke from the candles danced around him, like snakes before their charmer, flowing along with the waves of magic. Tony could feel the power gathering in the room like static electricity. It should frighten Tony, power of such magnitude was supposed to frighten any sensible person.

But Tony was fairly certain that he was incapable of fearing Stephen, now. No power under Stephen’s control would ever hurt Tony.

A non-existent wind caused Stephen’s hair to flutter against his temple, and Tony was brought back—for a brief moment—to their first meeting.

Love twisted in his chest, the memory a fond one, now. Funny how the memory worked. That day had been one terror after another and now…

Now that memory made him smile.

A surge of power brushed against his skin like static in one sharp burst. Tony took that to mean the spell Stephen had been channeling had done its job. Of course, he’d never doubted that it would.

Slowly, Stephen settled on the ground. When he opened his eyes, the remnant of channeled power was still flickering in his eyes, making the storm in them feel a little more literal.

He looked… magical.

Two Shattered Infinity requests! I don't know if the other ask was also you, but if not, that's quite the coincidence! Here's the original Shattered Infinity story for anyone curious. I went with McDreamy and Da Vinci getting their memories back!

Tony remembered abruptly. He was moving before he was even fully conscious of it, stumbling to the bathroom to throw up. His head felt heavy and he rested it on the rim of the toilet, not wanting to move too far away from the toilet in case he threw up again, but also feeling unable to keep his head up on his own power.

It took him a minute to realize he was crying.

He wasn’t sure if it was relief or fear or if he was just simply overwhelmed by all of the information in his head.

The memories felt so crystal clear, fighting to make space for themselves alongside the reality he currently lived in.

Sweet science. They had gotten so close to dying. So close to failing. Their whole world had stood on the edge of utter decimation and they’d saved it.

The sound of a portal opening caught his attention and he forced himself up, stumbling from the bathroom to the bedroom where Stephen was looking just as overwhelmed as he did. “Tony?” he said, voice a little ragged. “Do you… do you remember?”

Stephen felt a chill as he caught sight of Tony, coming out of the hospital room and heading towards the elevators. Stephen moved quickly after him, taking in the hospital room he’d left. Not one of Stephen’s patients, he determined with some relief.

“Tony!” He caught up quickly.

Tony’s eyes were still closer to gold than their normal warm brown. Colder. Implacable. It didn’t quite match the warm smile Tony sent him. “Stephen. How’s Donna?”

The question was familiar. Stephen was fairly certain he saw his merchant more than most and Tony always asked.

“She’s doing well,” Stephen said. “Which you know, since you watch everyone you make deals with.”

“Technically my dad made her deal,” Tony said.

It was true. Technically. But it had been Tony, at his father’s side and learning the trade, who had looked at a sobbing, pleading Stephen and had mercy. Howard had followed the Merchant’s Laws exactly. Given Stephen had summoned him on accident, Howard had been annoyed at the waste of time. It had been Tony who had knelt in front of him on the ice of the lake where Donna had disappeared, and taught him how to deal with a merchant of death.

It was Tony who had taught Stephen the words to say to trade years of his life for Donna’s. 

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So, I kept this with Stephen's POV. The thing that's going on isn't affecting Tony the way it's affecting Stephen. If this goes on, I might delve more into it. But Stephen's POV felt more appropriate for this installment. Sequel to this one.

It was strange, knowing he would love someone in the same moments that he was falling in love with them.

With Christine, Stephen had never pursued the path, had felt the knowledge at the edge of his sense, had felt the love brushing against his emotions a promise that was never fully fulfilled. That underlying knowledge that they weren’t right for each other had kept him from pursuing it. It had stayed a phantom love, a ghost of what could have been.

But with Tony…

With Tony, Stephen knew he could love Tony, but the love didn’t just flash into existence, fully grown and all encompassing. It needed to grow.

Stephen hadn’t expected it to be so easy for it to grow, but right now, watching Tony make them both breakfast almost three months since their first meeting, it certainly felt like this love was solid, real. Not the phantom of love he’d felt before.

“Do you believe in psychics?” Stephen asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel’s Midnight Suns (Video Game), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Stephen Strange (Midnight Suns), Stephen Strange (MCU), Tony Stark (Midnight Suns) Summary:

Stephen is feeling less than satisfied with his life. He does a spell to help him identify the problem. It turns out, he’s not the only Stephen feeling that way.

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For my birthday, I give everyone else a prezzie! 😁

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There was a glint of humor in Stephen’s eyes as he sat next to Tony as they waited for the meeting to start. “I don’t suppose you’ve been paying attention to the social media exploits of your biggest fans?” he asked.

Tony arched an eyebrow at the question. “Not unless it’s brought to my attention. Do you?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then why bring it up?” Tony asked, because Stephen always had a reason.

“There are a few novices who some might call chronically online,” Stephen said, though Tony wouldn’t have thought that anyone at Kamar-Taj had the time to be chronically online. “Who took great delight in showing me a poll one of your fans ran on some social media forum.” He slid his phone across the table so Tony could see.

Tony picked it up, brow furrowing as he took in the post. Who Should Tony Stark Be With? was the first thing he saw, with a list of the people closest to Tony, from Pepper and Rhodey to Scott Lang of all people. Stephen was also on the list and he had swept the competition. Pepper and Steve—which was equally weird, given Steve was in a relationship with Barnes—were tied in second place. Given Tony had actually been with Pepper, the fact that she’d lost by that much was surprising.

Title: Do you know how to get blood stains out?

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Hidden Injury, injured Tony Stark, Hurt Tony Stark, Blood Loss, Bleeding Out, hypovolumic shock, Shock, Fainting, Dinner Dates, adrenaline crash, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Loves Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange Loves Tony Stark, tony is an idiot but his stephens idiot Summary:

Tony and Stephen have a date planned.

Tony gets injured in a battle. He gets stitches and is told to rest.

Title: Mine

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Exhaustion, naps, Getting Together, Possessive Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange is cat like, Tony Stark thinks its adorable, Stephen Strange uses cat logic, Stephen liked soft things, Stephen Strange Loves Tony Stark, Tony Stark Loves Stephen Strange, Stephen strange purrs, Autistic Stephen Strange, Autistic Tony Stark Summary:

Stephen is strangely cat-like. Tony finds it adorable.

Where in, Stephen takes naps on soft blankets, and has a weakness for things that are warm.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange

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