This was another one from @theboywiththestaginthehead that for some reason didn't end up in my inbox.
If I may bother you with another prompt... https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/760024601774505984/i-love-you-no-you-dont?source=share Now Stephen is hit with the truth spell? Knowing it, he tries to avoid Tony as much as he can. Luckily, the spell spreads only on verbal interaction, so he can lie through the messages that he is just a little sick (or whatever lie he can make up). But, of course, he ends up confessing he loves Tony more than his own life, and learns that it's pretty much mutual.
I figured this was meant not as a direct sequel but as a 'similar premise' type prompt, since that was the way it made most sense to me!
“You’ll be stuck like this until you confess,” Wong told him. “It’s only going to get worse.”
Stephen glared. “I’ll find a way around it.” His fingers itched to grab his phone. The need to find Tony and tell the truth was growing stronger.
Wong sighed. “You really won’t,” he said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He paused. “Though, I do have a few questions to ask while you can’t lie, starting with where did you put—”
Stephen grasped the Sanctum’s magic and disappeared before Wong could finish asking any questions. He hated truth spells, in general, but especially targeted ones like this that didn’t just make him answer questions truthfully, but pushed him to tell the most important truths.
Like the truth of his love for Tony. Which was why he needed to find a cure. Without actual, physical presence, Stephen could withstand telling Tony, but…
Noise behind him had him turning. He froze at the sight of Tony. “What are you doing here?” he asked, panic rising.
Tony frowned. “Wong said you needed me.”
Stephen tried to tell Tony he didn’t need him, but that would be a lie.
“What’s wrong?” Tony asked.
“I’m cursed,” Stephen blurted. “Truth spell.”
Tony froze, then took a slow step back. “I should… go. Text me when you’re safe.”
Stephen moved closer helplessly. “You’re leaving?” He didn’t want Tony gone.
“You have no idea how many questions I want to ask you, right now,” Tony admitted. “But that’s not fair, so…” he shrugged. “Gotta go.”
Stephen’s heart jumped into his throat. “I love you,” he burst. “I love you so much it hurts. So much I—”
The press of Tony’s lips against his cut him off. “Hey,” Tony whispered. How had Tony even gotten so close? “I love you, too.”