Prompt #103 Fill 1

Prompt #103 Fill 1

What if…Stephen’s crash had also left him paraplegic…Tony is surprised to meet a wizard in a wheelchair.

Filled by @artisticsorcerer

paraplegic wizard

Prompt #47 Fill 1

Prompt #47 Fill 1

Tony learns just how bad an idea it is to scare a sorcerer when he throws a surprise party for Stephen.

Filled by @merelypassingtime

(Hehehe…)

Party guests: Surp-

(flash of light, whooshing noise)

Party guests: -rise!

(confusion breaks out)

Tony: Er, guess the surprise party wasn’t a great idea. Any idea where we are?

Bruce: This is Mount Everest.

Tony: Really? How do you know?

Bruce: Oh, I’ve done a lot of traveling. Plus I’m usual to finding myself strange places I have no memory of.

Tony: Fair enough. So, what now?

Peter: Wait for Doctor Strange to save us?

Steve: Start a fire to signal for help.

Nat: Hike down to base camp and find a lift to Kathmandu so we can ask Stephen what his problem is.

Thor: I say since we are here he go for little hike. That mountain looks like it might be a challenge.

Drax: A worthy plan. Shall we race to the top, Pirate Angel?

Tony, sighs: I need a drink.

Loki: Me too.

Prompt #37 Fill 1

Prompt #37 Fill 1

Tony finds out that Stephen loves getting flowers but no one ever gives him any. They always give him alcohol or books or Harry Potter stuff. The books are nice but just once he would like to get flowers.

Suggested by @mistressstrange

Filled by @strangemischief

There were imposing larkspurs and boastful daffodils. Vibrant begonias and simple daisies. Cheerful sunflowers and pale pastel Canterbury bells.

Flowers were everywhere. On the coffee table. In the alcove. Next to the window seat. Above the hearth. They lacked the space for more and yet Tony Stark flung open the front door every Friday, shouted, “Honey, I’m home!” and held out a bouquet of flowers.

The rooms were pulsating with color. The air was rich with the delicate intertwining of different scents. It was paradise.

Stephen Strange loved flowers.

—

There were lacy carnations and sickeningly sweet chrysanthemums. Flowing gladioli and delicate roses. Towering orchids and squat hydrangeas.

But above all, there were lilies. All sorts of lilies. Madonna and Easter and royal and stargazer lilies.

All of them the color of cream and snow and eggshell and ivory.

White.

It seemed wrong, to have so much white at a funeral.

Tony had hated white.

Stephen Strange hated flowers.

Prompt #35 Fill 2

Prompt #35 Fill 2

Outsider/civilian POV on Tony and Stephen being together.

Filled by @thainy-writer

Billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist, and altogether a respectable man and an inventor who thrived for technological advances. There wasn’t a person who didn’t know the name Tony Stark or who hadn’t heard of Stark Industries, the company that was changing the world through one man’s innovations.

Yet Tony Stark was a bit of an enigma. Some people saw him as some kind of God, others as a cryptid. Most people knew him through interviews and magazines yet still he felt surreal, like a concept stirred up by a brilliant comic book writer. How could a man like Tony Stark actually exist?

People in New York had a better chance of seeing him compared to anyone else in the world. Stark Tower was visible from any of the five boroughs that made up New York City, a looming reminder of the greatness that walked the streets that anyone could bump into on a lucky day. Some people bragged about shaking his hand, or even being smiled at. Some people claimed to have been in the same building as him.

Which wasn’t uncommon, actually. Stark liked to eat out. A lot. He had the money to do so, why wouldn’t he? Of course, he had class, and a reputation, to maintain so most of his venues were upscale three to five star restaurants reserved for the elite. Still, there was the rare occasion he would be spotted at any local burger joint.

Being one of the most, if not the most, influential men of the century - millennia, even - meant having to do business with other success stories of his level. That being said, there was one man that was often spotted with him that no one knew. He was well-aged, thin, tall, and always exquisitely dressed. It made sense that Stark would be seen with him, but just who was he?

It was speculated, by the public and news outlets alike, that he was a business partner at rhe very least. The two were often seen eating together, and from what cameras were able to capture they were always caught in deep yet casual conversation. Stark was a powerful man by himself, but combined with the beautiful stranger an aura of superiority and unleveled intelligence oozed from them, along with a hint of playful snarkiness.

Media coverage was just getting into a theory that they were close friends, maybe having met at MIT, when the two were ambushed by paparazzi in the park with a million questions. And that was when Stark confirmed their relationship by grabbing the flustered man, who was trying to shield himself with hands hidden under gloves, by the shoulders and reeling him in for a deep, passionate, and long-lasting kiss.

Tony let the paparazzi take as many pictures as they wanted, soothing the other man with his tongue pressed against his cheek, and pulled away with a satisfied smirk. A hushed murmur fell over the photographers as Tony entwined his fingers with his partner, gesturing towards him with pride.

“Ladies and gentlemen, meet Stephen Strange. My boyfriend.”

Prompt #35 Fill 1

Prompt #35 Fill 1

Outsider/civilian POV on Tony and Stephen being together.

Filled by @god-doesnt-talk-to-us(deactivated)

The moment that Iron Man - Tony Stark - and Doctor Strange - Stephen Strange - appeared on the sidewalk outside the diner was also the moment that Henry realized that he had to be dreaming. He moved his eyes from the window and back to Benjamin who was sat across from him.

Henry gestured toward the pair of men on the street. “Dude, they’re here.”

Benjamin looked up from his phone and looked out the window. He looked back at Henry and continued to look at his phone. “That’s nice, baby.”

Henry huffed. “Nice? It’s fucking awesome. They’re literally the best superheroes!”

“You only think that because they’re together,” Benjamin  replied. “If Captain America had a boy toy you’d think he was the best.” Henry was on the verge of responding when the door swung open and a small bell chimed through the room.

The two men walked to an empty booth only a few steps from Henry and Benjamin’s own, and Henry held back a gasp. “That’s not true, and you know it!” he hissed.

Henry watched as a waiter took the pair’s order and promised to bring them their drinks. He took a drink from his own sweet tea, his eyes blown wide. “I can’t believe they’re here,” Henry whispered.

Benjamin placed his phone down on the table and sighed. He rested his arm on the back of the booth seat and turned toward Stephen and Tony. He cleared his throat. “Hey, my boyfriend is a huge nerd when it comes to you guys; do you mind if he gets a picture? He’s too scared to ask himself,” Benjamin said. Henry gritted his teeth and gave Benjamin a fake smile.

“As long as it doesn’t bother you guys or interrupt your meal, er…date? Fuck, are you guys on a date? Shit, I’m so sorry, forget what he said, just ignore us and go about your, uh, lives,” Henry spit out in a hurry.

Stephen turned to look at Tony and smiled. “What do you think, babe?”

Tony shrugged. “I think it’s obligatory to support our fellow LGBTs, Stephen. He turned to look at the pair of boys and grinned. “I’d love to take a picture with you. I’m not sure you want one with Mr. Serious-At-All-Times over here,” he gestured to Stephen.

Henry looked between the two of them and stuttered. “Uh, uh, uh…” He took a deep breath. “Mr. Dr. Strange, of course I’d want one with you too, uh.”

Stephen and Benjamin shared a look while Tony chuckled.

Henry stood up, the hand holding the phone visibly shook.

“You guys are literally my favorite people ever. When you guys came out I cried tears of joy for days, just ask Ben,” Henry pointed at Benjamin.

“Anything gay makes him emotional. I’ve learned to get used to it,” Benjamin replied.

Tony broke out into laughter and shook his head. “I told you I wasn’t the only one,” he said to Stephen.

Prompt #32 Fill 1

Prompt #32 Fill 1

Stephen has to perform emergency first aid/surgery on Tony in the middle of a battle.

Filled by @bad-puns-and-even-worse-magic on tumblr

“Oh shit,” Stephen said, watching as something thick and fast and made of spiked metal slapped the Iron Man suit out of the sky like it was a fly. “Tony! Tony!” The Cloak brought him up—but it was the Cloak of Levitation not the Cloak of the Peregrine Falcon so by the time Stephen reached the unmoving billionaire he was sprawled across the ruined street, asphalt cracked beneath him, the nanobots slowly receding as if they were in shock.

Broken bits of concrete and metal dug uncomfortably into Stephen’s knees as he kneeled, hands fluttering over Tony’s chest before he braced both above the other man’s shoulders and leaned down, ear over lips.

Nothing.

Nothing there was—there was nothing. His fingers scrambled for Tony’s neck, shoving the wind breaker out of the way until he could press into—

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi—

The artery jumped jerked against Stephen’s fingers, nothing more than a barely there pulse.

God, God, God okay. Fucking.

Cupping Tony’s chin, Stephen tilted the billionaire’s head back to check that nothing had gotten stuck in his throat even though he’d been in the Iron Man suit the entire time. There was nothing (of course there was nothing) and Stephen wiped his hands down his face, pressed one hand over where the arc reactor used to sit, and took a deep breath. “You’re gonna hate this,” he said.

Pressing the heel of his palm into Tony’s sternum, Stephen placed the other hand on top, locked his elbows and used the weight of his upper body to push down.

One, two, three, four—

The Cloak ripped away from Stephen flying off to go find another of the Avengers.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen—

“Call an ambulance!” Stephen shouted at the people peeking through the windows. His hands were aching—the pressure on the bones like lightning shooting up through his arms.

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty—

He readjusted his knees, sitting back so his weight wasn’t on the unprotected bone and more on flesh.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine.

Thirty.

Stephen leaned over, plugged Tony’s nose, tilted his head back, and pushed carbon dioxide and oxygen into the billionaire’s body.

Tony’s chest rose.

Stephen didn’t lean too far away, gathering another lungful, and passed it along. The sun beat down on his shoulders as he placed his hands back down on the metal sternum, people gathering in slow, cautious circles. Some were on their phone, talking rapidly and quietly, others stayed a careful distance back.

One, two, three, four—

Something cracked in Tony’s chest, snapping like pine trees in a fire.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen—

The Cloak returned and sweat dripped into Stephen’s eyes but he couldn’t wipe it away; he couldn’t couldn’t couldn’t—

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty—

Where the fuck was that ambulance?!

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine—

Tony jerked beneath his hands and took a broken, shuddering breath. Stephen wrenched back, his fingers twitching, fire clinging to the iron rods, burning away at his bones and rubbing like sandpaper beneath his skin. Wiping the sweat away with his forearm, Stephen reached for the Billionaire and ignored his own, low moan of pain as he forced his hands to grip and pull and push until Tony was laying on his side.

“Jesus,” Stephen stumbled back, sitting down on the ground and looking up at the sky. He heard Tony’s wheezing, broken breathing and started trembling like an addict coming down from a high. “Jesus.”

Prompt #27 Fill 1

Prompt #27 Fill 1

From within the Soul Stone Stephen discovers a way to get one person out. And while he is utterly in love with Tony, from everything he saw in the futures, he knows that Tony does not love him. So he sends back the one Tony does care for. He sends Peter back; telling him everything Tony would need to know to secure the one future he saw.

By cutebutpsyco on AO3

and we can pretend we haven’t reached the end yet