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HOUSES CAVALIERI & XOLOTL.

Michael: My father's no different than any other powerful man – any man who's responsible for other people, like a senator or a president. Kay: [laughs] You know how naïve you sound? Michael: Why? Kay: Senators and presidents don't have men killed.

generations of the cavalieri family have held political sway in new venice for nearly a century; while its oldest scion, rafael, declined to follow the family path, its reputation is presently upheld in argentium by brothers león and cesare. rafael’s marriage to scilla cavalieri, a vampire of the xolotl bloodline and the recently ascended boss of the new venetian mafia, has further buoyed the cavalieris’ status; politics, money, and the mafia in hand, there is no limit to their ambition.

200 prompts | 10. “We can’t keep this up forever.” | Steve/Tony | just read it you won’t regret it i promise

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Tony can feel his hands trembling, his sweat running down his body, his eyes burning. He can’t do this anymore. Steve is beside him, looking like a man on a mission, but Tony knows it’s too late.

“We can’t keep this up forever,” he pleads. To whom? He doesn’t know.

His body is burning, his lungs are screaming for oxygen, and Steve is calm beside him, way too calm for what’s happening around them. Tony closes his eyes, breathing in the metallic scent in the air. He wants to stop this, he has; he can feel his body giving in underneath him, the burn in his muscles more prominent, more painful.

“We gotta keep going, Tony.” Steve’s voice is like a whisper; too close, too soft. It makes him nauseous, everything makes him nauseous right now. He needs to let go. He tells Steve so, and he looks at Tony like he can’t stomach the possibility of giving up. It’s okay, Tony thinks, I’ll do it alone. He gives Steve a reassuring smile, which isn’t returned.

And he does. Tony lets go.

Moments later, when Tony opens his eyes and looks up, he can barely make up the ghost of a smile in front of him. Natasha is kneeling beside him, a glass of water on her hand. She hands it to him slowly, and he takes it from her with trembling hands. He takes a sip, then drowns the whole glass like a starving man. His body feels tired, worn out. He can hear laughter around him, someone’s laughing with absolute mirth, and Tony knows it’s done.

He did it. He lost.

“Oh man, you should see your face,” Clint says between laughs. “You look worse than when we spar.”

Tony rolls his eyes, handing the glass back to Nat, who’s chewing on some left popcorn, “I’m forty eight, I have a heart condition.”

Steve smiles at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement from where he’s still keeping his position. “Still could use some training.”

Tony groans, grabs some popcorn form Nat and throws it at Steve, who’s joined Clint in laugher. “Betrayed by my own husband, fucking great. I’m never playing twister again.”

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200 prompts | 146. “Are you okay?” | Steve/Tony | angst, hurt no comfort, established relationship

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When Steve hands Tony the divorce papers, Tony breaks.

It’s not pretty. He just stares at the bunch of papers sitting on his desk, Steve’s flawless and beautiful signature sprawled at the bottom of the documents. Tony feels like he can’t breathe; like all the air has gone out of the room. He feels like he’s walking on air; like the floor is gone under his feet and he’ll fall any second to his dead. He feels like he’s lighter; his body feels empty, his mind is closed off, and he’s pretty sure he’s lost weight too. He feels like he’s floating; floating in a sea of absolute despair, and he can’t ground himself no matter how hard he tries.

Steve is waiting, his face is hard, his eyes cold. He doesn’t look away from Tony, and Tony feels too small in his seat to even look at Steve in the eyes.

He doesn’t ask questions, does not dare. Since the moment they met, Tiny knew their relationship was doomed. He’s a mess, he’s complicated, he falls easily and drags the people he loves with him. He’s not surprised, no. He knew this was coming. He’s the futurist, isn’t he? He knew.

That doesn’t mean it present hurt.

With his heart breaking, and his hands shaking, Tony signs.

It was all a lie, the thought strikes through his mind like thunder. All those whispered love promises, the mornings shared together, the nights lying awake hold each other through endless nightmares. All a lie. It was all a lie. It’s always been like this, hasn’t it? Life has never been nice to him, and if it has, then it has taken everything away afterward. What’s the point of living a life that gives and takes back, but leaves him empty and lonely all the same?

Tony stares at the blank walls of the room as if they hold the answers he needs, the echo of his heartbeat only sound in the room he can hear. He stares and stares, and does his best to ignore Steve’s presence.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks at some point, but it sounds empty, a platitude, and Tony wants to laugh.

He says nothing.

Tony doesn’t understand. They made love just the night before, their hands clasped together as their ragged breaths and moans mingled in the darkness of their room. The light of the arc reactor glinting off their wedding rings, lips pressed together, bodies joined. It was beautiful.

And now?

Now Tony stares at the wall, unable to look away, unable to turn around. He’s trapped, just waiting for oblivion to take him. He closes his eyes, and evens his breath. He can feel Steve’s presence beside him still, but he ignores it.

He ignores Steve.

If Tony hadn’t, maybe he could have noticed the strange patterns in the wall, noticed the strange color in Steve’s eyes, the strange color in his skin, the weird notes in his voice. But he doesn’t.

Steve leaves.

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200 prompts | 20. “Please don’t hurt me like this.” | Steve/Tony | angst, no happy ending, character death, tw blood

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Tony is trembling in the middle of the battlefield, frozen in place, unable to move. The hard rocks in the pavement are digging into his knees where he’s kneeling, holding Steve’s head in his lap. Tony can feel his chest constricting, his eyes prickling with unshed tears. He wants to scream, but there’s a knot in his throat, stopping his ragged sobs from ever reaching the ears of his lover. But Tony can see. And he stares.

Steve’s eyes are open, and still unbelievably blue. A blue as deep as the ocean, that never failed to drag Tony in and drown him in the love pooling in those eyes. But now that he looks at them, he feels like he can’t breathe. Like he’s drowning in a terrible sorrow - the last emotion he got to see in those eyes.

Steve was alive when Tony reached him. Still breathing, hard and wet, blood pooling around him where the iron rods went through his body, through his abdomen and chest. Steve had looked at Tony as he got rid of the Iron Man suit when he walked closer - his eyes had shined with a terror Tony had never seen in them, a terror that transformed into sorrow when Steve saw Tony’s crumbling face.

Steve cried. He cried as Tony held him and pleaded to whoever or whatever is above, Please don’t hurt me like this.

And he blames It, whatever It is, because this is too soon. This is not fair. Steve and him had plans. They had bought a farm together, a home for when they would retire after getting married in six months. They had everything planned, their future together had never been so promising. And they finally felt like they deserved it, after avenging for so many years, their time was close.

But now? Now Tony is holding onto Steve’s corpse, caressing his face, petting his hair, trying to comfort him even though Steve stopped breathing a while ago. He’s still there, unable to leave him alone this awful place until help arrives, too late.

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