#tonystephen

Hello! Currently, I am in the never-ending process of saving money for college, and to do so, I have designed some keychains that are to be sold through pre-orders on either Etsy or Kofi. I only plan on releasing one keychain, but I have come up with three designs for you to vote on! The winning design gets turned into a keychain which I will ship and distribute!

Number One:

Acrylic Rainbow Keychain:

An ironstrange keychain of Tony comforting a sad Stephen. It is 2.5 inches and will be sold for $13 a piece!

Here is an image of the product with the rainbow finish and the rough design:

Number Two:

A shaker keychain (the pieces inside move!):

A keychain of a shakable, bashful Tony and Stephen inside a terrarium! They are also 2.5 inches and will be sold for $16 a piece!

Here is a picture of the finished product and the rough design:

Number Three:

A duo pack of two keychains shaped like little bags of candy with a shakable Tony and Stephen inside!

This is a two pack of keychains, one bag of candy for Stephen and one bag of candy for Tony. They are three dimensional and the characters inside are shakable. Both bags have glitter in them! They are 2.5 inches by 2 inches and will be sold as a two-pack for $21 dollars!

Here is the product and the rough design:

“You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all by yourself.”

Tony laughs at first, laughs at the absurdity of Stephen’s words. He leans back and his beautiful wizard touches him, delicate, scarred fingers just barely brushing over his scalp. It feels wonderful and the stress that had built up in his neck and the curves of his shoulders just melts away.

 “I don’t,” Tony murmurs, but he knows that’s not quite true. Every problem the team has faced, every pain, it’s all been on him. From the smallest problem (Clint’s arrows not having enough range) to the biggest (the end of the goddamn universe), he has taken it upon himself to make things better. 

“I don’t mean to...” he adds, as he knows he can’t lie to Stephen. He lays his head on his beloved’s lap and looks up, meeting those beautiful eyes upside down. 

"Do you guys need anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know."

Channeling Mean Girls mum here (: First of two art trade’s with the lovely @lilalou-draws <3

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Suicide, Murder-Suicide, Death, Tony Stark Dies, Tony Stark Doesn't Stay Dead, Resurrection, Time Travel, Time Loop, Emotional Manipulation, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Canon-Typical Violence, Comic Book Science, Comic Book Reasoning, Dark, Angst and Feels, Things Go Sideways Quick, I Got Canon Drunk And Stole Its Identity

Summary:

“Tony,” Strange’s hands are gentle for all that they shake incessantly when they cup his face.

When Tony blinks through the pain and focuses on him the look in Strange’s eyes is once more some curious mix of awe and heartbreak.

And yet again it makes dread settle low and heavy in the pit of Tony’s stomach.

An ache that not even the stab wound can compare to.

“I’m sorry,” Strange whispers to him, forehead coming down to press against Tony’s own with a sort of unexpected intimacy that makes Tony go still. “I am so so sorry, Tony.”

~~~

“you’re supposed to be dead.”

the words were followed by the sound of not a gun cocking, or a repulsor arming itself, but of ice cubes clinking into two glasses, and the trickle of really, really old scotch.

“and you’re supposed to be old and gray and senile, but i can see you’re only two of those things,” stephen retorted, but there was truly no bite, no scowl as he turned around, only exhaustion. with a soft huff, maybe a laugh, maybe a sigh, the sorcerer stumbled up to where the bar was, sat in front of the booze poured for him.

Stephen: What are you going to do when Peter crawls onto the ceiling?

Steve: Reach up and grab him...? I’m pretty tall.

Stephen: The walls can be over 20 ft in this building.

Steve: He won’t even get on the ceiling with me around.

Natasha: ... I’ve actually found a better duo for the job.

[ Cue The Cloak of Levitation cradling baby Peter while DUM-E holds a milk bottle to Peter’s lips ]

tony’s tears drip down his nose, hating the way he still sees ty’s grin, his hands, his smile. his dad would laugh at the sight, surely - his son, sitting alone in a ditzy heir’s flower garden, picking at a bush and watching the petals fall while longing for a guy who thought monogamy was boring. 

but when he finally manages to look up from his own sorrow, he’s not alone, clever eyes staring back at him. 

“what are you, the pool boy?” he snaps in his attempt at righteous anger, but it sounds pitiful even to his own ears, and doesn’t seem to faze the young man that emerges from the dark, dressed tall in a suit that fits him perfect as he raises a brow, crouching down so he’s not looking down his nose.