“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
MERMAID AU MASTERPOST AND ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE
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Tony had had every intention of stopping by the beach house at least once every few weeks to check in on Steve, but summer had a way of slipping away faster than anyone ever realized and with things getting tense on the war front, Tony spent more days in the office and on the telephone than he did even at home.
Visiting Steve to make sure he was alright had somehow fallen by the wayside and it was most of the way through July before Tony made it out to the coast.
The road to the beach house was as rattly as it ever was, and Tony noted fresh tracks in still wet mud which meant the delivery van from town had been out to bring Steve fresh food recently. And the house itself looked neat and tidy as he pulled to a stop in the yard, windows wide open to let in the sea breeze, a broom leaning against the well swept deck.
Tony smiled to himself when he saw the collection of shells lining the porch railing and knocked on the door a few times before letting himself in.
“Steve?” he called. “It’s Tony! You in here or down at the beach?”
There was no answer, which was an answer all in itself, so Tony stepped out the back door and heading down across the sand. Shielding his eyes from the glare of sun off sand, Tony could just barely make out a blond head bobbing in the waves right off the boat dock and that– that was weird, was there someone else in the water too?
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This video pisses me off because everything about it is perfect. It’s extremely well shot and composed. Every decision that went into it from the choreographed sunglasses throw to the bass boosted Nickelback seems deliberate and incapable of improvement.
Nothing I ever make will be better than 12 second long shitpost.
Masterpost and Additional Segments Here!
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“Okay so let me see if I understand what you’re telling me.” Tony picked at the vegetables on his dish, narrowing his eyes when he saw Steve pull the fish from the stove after only a minute or two. “No no wait, sorry. Are you eating that raw?”
“Not all the way raw.” Steve frowned at him and slid the barely cooked fish onto his own plate. “But Winter brings me fish and expects me to eat it like he does, so I’ve gotten used to the taste.”
“Oh.” Tony blew out a deep breath. “Right, cos that sentence made all the sense in the world. Alright, start at the beginning. I brought you to the beach and lent you my house because the doc thought the sea air would do you some good and then you… you what? Starting cavorting with a mermaid?”
“Don’t call it cavortin’.” Steve scowled over a bite of fish. “We aren’t cavortin’, we’re soulmates.”
“Soulmates.” Tony echoed. “Sure that’s–that’s fine. You still haven’t explained anything though so…”
“Alright, alright.” Steve wiped his mouth and took a drink of his milk. “Alright, so I found him one day in a tide pool, got bit by a shark so I offered to stitch him up.”
“…you offered to stitch a mermaid up?”
“Merman.”
“Of course.” Tony did one of those dramatic eye rolls Pepper–and everyone else– hated so much. “My mistake. Go on.”
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May you find exactly what you want at the thrift shop, in your price range, next time you’re there.
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Ozai dies while Zuko is still in recovery. The investigation is relentless, but a killer is never found, until the new Fire Lord Iroh finally, in a mournful tone that only some believe, puts a stop to it. There are rumors of foul play on his end. No one dares to speak them.
What they don’t know:
Iroh is sitting by Zuko’s bedside, unable to look at the bandages around his eye without shaking, when Azula enters clean of blood but for the still-wet splatter on her clothes. She doesn’t acknowledge his presence at all, as she coos her to her brother’s unconscious body, “You’re safe now, Zuzu. I took care of it.”
No other words are exchanged in the room that day. Azula is eleven years old and cleverer than everyone in the palace, with friends as protective and dangerous as her, and Iroh has never seen eye-to-eye with her niece, but he at least understands this.
Zuko asks about his father only once.
Azula lies.
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