Random OneShots

Pillow

By: MusicandDancingTrough on Ao3

Ironstrange

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Tony couldn't help it. After the day he'd had, all he wanted to do was cuddle up with someone. He would prefer that someone to be his husband, but he also was so exhausted he didn't care if that really happened or not. The elevator doors opened and he stood there, blinking blearily at them before seeming to realize what had happened. Then he stumbled his way out onto the communal floor. There was no one in the kitchen or on the couches, and Tony pouted when he realized that meant no cuddles. Rude. In protest, he sprawled himself out on the floor (a stupid decision but he was way too tired to think of the consequences of that action ahead of time), and that's when he noticed the Cloak on the back of the loveseat. Tony whined, making grabby hands for the Cloak, or Levi, as Peter had recently christened him.

Levi apparently had mercy where the rest of the world ignored Tony's pain and difficulties in life. The Cloak swooped over to Tony, gently but tightly wrapping him in the warm fabric, and then slowly lifting him and carrying him off somewhere. Hopefully to Stephen. But most likely to bed. Ugh. If he wasn't so tired, he would probably be either freaking out about the weird hovering thing they were doing down the halls, since the only one Levi generally treated like this was Peter. But he was tired. Sue him. His eyes drifted closed and he stayed pliant and relaxed until he felt Levi drop him off on something soft. Bed then. Tony grumbled quietly, but then felt shaky hands stroke through his hair, brushing it off his face and attempting to straighten the mussed curls.

Those disgruntled noises transformed almost instantly at the realization, becoming satisfied sighs and snuffles as Tony snuggled closer to Stephen, seeking out more of those soft touches the way a plant does sunlight, relaxing further in Stephen's lap as he felt the sorcerer chuckle.

"Comfortable, love?" The fondness in his voice was impossible to ignore and even through his tired haze, Tony could feel that love spread through his entire being.

But really? Words? He barely managed to mumble out a garbled "You're my new pillow. Warm." Stephen's hand moved to smooth down the back of Tony's back, rubbing at the muscles that were loosening and relaxing as Tony drifted further into sleep.

"That's fine, darling. Sleep; I've got you."