#AU Fanfic

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

[invisiblewille]

Working on something new - think coworkers and roommate wilmon friends to idiots to lovers plot mhm yeahhhhh I love writing wilmon being stupid and stupidly in love yippeee

It’ll be a one shot but I haven’t decided on length yet tbh

[the-fyre-flie]

Batman!Alfred and kid Robin!Bruce hhhh sobs

As Batman, Alfred is willing to kill for the sake of the mission. Protecting the innocent is his first and foremost rule. Leaving the perpetrators alive is optional. When he first starts doing his Batman-ing, Alfred carries a gun. He only stops after Bruce properly witnesses Alfred kill someone.

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Bruce, after insisting that he be allowed to help Alfreds patrols, is joining in the apprehension of a bunch of Penguin goons. He's beating up the goons, but he's unaware that Alfred has been killing the goons previously. He thinks Alfred is gunna tie them up, call the cops, ect. But no.

Bruce watches in horror as Alfred pops a goons head like a grape. Wide eyes and white faced under his little Robin mask. He's just a little boy who JUST saw his parents die like a year ago, and now he's watching his beloved godfather butler enact revenge against men whose crimes didn't fit the punishment. The goons were robbing a store, not attacking anyone.

Alfred notices how terrified Bruce becomes, the gun and gunshot a huge trigger for the kid. He has an 'oh shit' moment, and he quickly discards the gun and wraps the boy in his arms. Hushed apologies and quiet comfort. He ushers Bruce back to the manor and pulls the cowl away and buries his face in his sons hair, and explains himself over and over. Bruce is rightfully upset, and it takes a month or so before he's willing to even look Alfred in the eyes.

After that, Alfred commits to the typical Batman no kill rule.

[kittenfangirl20]

Another Hazbin Hotel fic I am thinking of doing is an AU where Adam is able to tell he was in love with Lucifer in Eden and it is Adam who runs away with Lucifer. Then when Lucifer falls, Adam is turned into a Demon and the curse placed on Adam is the opposite of the one placed on Lilith who was unable to bear a child. Adam is now cursed to bear Lucifer’s children and in order to birth the child he must have pain inflicted upon him by having the child cut out of him. Adam gives birth to Cain and then Charlie. Since Adam doesn’t leave Hell like Lilith did, when Charlie mentions she wants to help Sinners redeem themselves, Adam gave Charlie his support, but they have to deal with the leader of the Exorcists who is Adam’s ex wife Lilith.

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Aka my damn motorcycle Catwin AU! Part 2! Cause I'm easily swayed x

In this AU, Edwin is a school teacher, and Thomas owns a really cool motorcycle :'')

I think its pretty clear, but just for the record: I am taking various liberties with characters etc here

I also know nothing about astrology, friends x

Edwin sighs as he looks over the latest batch of exam scores from his class.  High grades from his studious pupils as usual, lower grades from the boys who were almost equally as bright, but didn't put forth the effort. A long-standing issue, one the school board doesn’t seem half as concerned with as he is. Now alone in his classroom, Edwin hears the final bell, the ensuing floor-shaking exodus of students to the open air. He leans back in his seat, vowing to try to come up with some sort of solution to this problem later.   

He packs some essays to read, homework that still need to be graded, into his briefcase, retrieves his coat from the rack in the corner on the way to the door.  He very much needs a nice cup of coffee. 

"Hey, Mister Edwin!" A loud shout echoes from the end of the hallway, and Edwin frowns, to himself, turning to face the student that the other teachers have affectionately likened to a bird.   

"Mr. Finch, I have repeatedly told you to call me Mr. Payne. Not to refer to me by my first name, and especially not within the school grounds." 

The teen has the grace to look apologetic, yet in pure young-spirited fashion, physically shrugs off the comment just a moment later. “I’m sorry Mr. Payne. But I have good news for you!  Check it out!"  The young man pulls a thick book out of his shoulder bag, flips it open to a page, bookmarked with a grey and blue checkered bit of laminated paper, thrusts the turned book and open page at Edwin, near bouncing with anticipation.  Edwin bends his head and glances, inspects the writing, charts and scribbles. It's a large astrology analysis.  On the top of the page, written in bold letters is 'Capricorn'. Below, Edwin skims through a far too large amount of text, even for an avid reader, and regrettably still unwillingly picks up phrases such as ‘You’re in the market for a partnership, and you might be pleasantly surprised, Capricorn.’, ‘Any existing relationship can deepen through dialogue.’ or ‘Saturn favours staying power, so look for a plus-one who’s in it for the long haul.’ Edwin skims faster, rereading the same few sentences to stall, making an estimate of a more natural seeming amount of time to read a prediction of his love life, from an astrology tome held up by a fifteen year old. 

Next to all of this utter tripe, is a note stating 'check star alignment!'   

Edwin can't help but smile, still, at the student’s obvious enthusiasm for the subject.     

"Isn't that great news?" Monty Finch asks him with an answering smile, "Not only does your horoscope predict it, but I did in fact check, of course, and the star alignment today is also very favourable.  Know what that means?" He adds in a conspiring, whispering tone. 

"You have a bit too much free time and need to be assigned more homework?" Edwin asks, with a hint of a smile still on his cheeks and a tilt of his head to accompany his teasing intention.   

The teen starts up his own analysis of the analysis, and Edwin knows if he doesn't put a stop to this conversation, Monty will keep talking, undeterred, for the next 20 minutes.  "Alright, well Mr. Finch, thank you for sharing your inspiring passion for astrology. Enjoy your weekend."  He pats the boy semi-affectionately on the shoulder, and brushes past him with long strides, beating a hasty retreat. 

"Trust in the stars, Mr. Payne!" 

Edwin tosses his brown leather shoulderbag into the passenger's seat of his car, pulls out of the school's parking lot, sighs deeply, rolls the windows down and lets the crisp air fill the car, rustle his hair.   

He passes the Allcott estate on his way into town, glances out the window at it as he passes, though he doesn't know what he expects to find. The outer gates are closed, locked, he can't really see past them, so he shrugs to himself, refocuses on the road.   

Port Townsend is one of the most affluent in the state. The people who live here have money, and they like to show it off. The school Edwin works for is a private, all-boys school that prides itself on how many of its students move on to acclaimed universities and careers pre-planned by either doting or detached parents. The houses are beautiful and scenic, most of the people are shallow and nosy.    

Edwin pulls to a stop when he finds a good parking space, a few blocks away from his favourite coffee shop. It's small, locally owned, and one of Edwin's favourite things to do is order one of their dark roasts, with a scone, that is decidedly nothing at all like a bisquit, and settle in one of the overstuffed chairs by the window while he grades papers.   

When the little bell above the door softly chimes as he walks in, he's happy to see that his favourite barista is behind the counter, studiously arranging the pastries.  "Hi Edwin!"  She chirps, and immediately sets to the task of hand-grinding the beans for his coffee.   

“Hello, Niko, good afternoon.” Edwin smiles at her and looks for a seat, settling in with a cursory glance through the window. The smile falls from his face.   

He's utterly confused, instead, looks around to see if anyone has noticed that this is happening, or if he's just imagining it. A little shake of his head doesn’t clear the vision; the sleek black and brown motorcycle parked next to the curb across from the café. The man sitting on the bench near it in the lightest definition of the word ‘sitting’, limbs spread akimbo across the furniture, head lolled back against the backrest.  

"Quite weird, right?  I gave him a cup of coffee to go, and then he didn’t actually go. He pretty much fell right to sleep on that bench. I don’t think that’s a good position to sleep in.  But, he looked so tired I don't have the heart to disturb him. And nobody has passed that bench, the bike is turned off and parked legally, so I don't think anyone minds. Have you ever seen a bike like that? I like his jacket, so cool!" Niko smiles, retrieves his scone and reaches for a mug just as the coffee finishes brewing. Edwin thanks her, but holds up a hand, silently asking her to wait as he chooses another corner of the coffee shop, making sure he can keep the bench and its occupant in his line of vision, though he can't pin down exactly why.  

Probably just the novelty of it all. Port Townsend was a town steeped in tradition, both in values and a clockwork year-round schedule. The town council kept everything pretty, decent, and calm. If Edwin was completely honest with himself, it was the reason he settled here.   

He's interrupted from his wandering thoughts, when the sound of several high-pitched voices, barely audible over the loud clacking chorus of stiletto heels on well-maintained concrete reaches his ears. 

Oh no. This is going to go really bad, really fast. 

Edwin is out of his seat, ignoring Niko’s questioning little “Edwin?”, and heading for the door before he’s even consciously considered the decision. As soon as he’s greeted by the warm air outside, he’s also greeted by the sight of one Esther Finch, and several members of the Homeowner’s Association. When that calculating gaze locks on Edwin, and stays so, Edwin spares a thought, a quick mental note, that Monty must have been wrong about the star alignment. He does not feel particularly pleasantly surprised, at all.  

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1066

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, age gap (18/30), enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

1. A Contract of Engagement

Chapter Summary: It’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. “Please, mom” Bucky says softly. “Please don't make me do this."

Bucky sits despondently on one of the front parlor’s settees.

“Nobody,” he tells his mother, but of course she already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. Bucky hasn’t had interest in courting anyone, and nobody in society has expressed any interest in him. Not since his accident, leastways. His now-lame arm and the scarring that creeps up the left side of his neck have managed to dampen the interest he used to get from suiters. “I don’t want to marry, certainly not now. I’m eighteen for Christ’s sake.”

Winnifred sighs, the pen that she’s had poised in-hand lowering. “James, I love you and I’m sorry, but now is when you have to do it. You’re done convalescing from the accident, and thank God for that. Your finishing school is over, you need to do this.”

“Why?”

Bucky’s mother has never been one to suffer his bullshit. She shoots him a glare. “You know why. It’s only a matter of time before your father’s misconduct is made public knowledge. Once Frank Castle—”

“Don’t say his name.”

“Once that man testifies before congress, your father is sure to be ousted. Weapons smuggling, James? You’ll be completely ineligible. No one will have you.”

“No one like us, you mean. Not everyone has to marry into the Senate, mother,” Bucky snaps. “Christ, we’re probably all inbred at this point.”

“James!”

“I have plans. I want to go to university!” He throws his hands up. “Who even marries their beta first anyway? What’s wrong with this guy that he can’t find an omega?”

“Please,” his mother scoffs. “Captain Rogers is a very reputable gentleman.”

“You don’t know him!” Bucky stands up from the couch, walking restlessly over to the fireplace. “Please tell me you haven’t written to him already?” Winnifred tenses, but then she seems to steel herself and she nods tersely. Bucky curses. “Mother!”

“It needed to be done, James. There are no other prospects and Captain Rogers—”

“Ugh, stop calling him that. What’s his name?”

Winnie purses her lips. “He’s the Lord Steven of House Rogers, and you will be respectful, James.”

Bucky huffs. “Well I’m the Lord James of House Barnes and I—”

“You’re the lord of nothing!” Winnie snaps, standing up from her chair at the writing desk. She’s glaring at Bucky now. “And you never will be, if you don’t marry this man. We’re about to lose everything. Your father has seen to that. Soon House Barnes won’t exist. There will be elections—elections, James! Can you even believe it? We’ll all be common.”

Bucky looks away. “What’s so wrong with that?” he mumbles.

“Maybe nothing for you. Maybe you could manage, go off to university and make something of yourself despite it all, but think of your sisters. They won’t be able to marry well, and they’re omega, so what are they supposed to do? Take positions as shop girls? Ladies’ maids?”

Bucky’s heart lurches and his eyes shoot back to his mother, reproachful. “That’s not fair.”

Winnie’s features soften in sympathy. “I know, Sweetheart, I know.” She gets up and comes over to him, the long hem of her dress brushing the carpet as she goes. She pulls him into a hug and Bucky can’t help but to lean into her. “Oh, Bucky,” Winnie mourns, using his nickname for once. “You’ve always been such a little grownup. Sometimes I forget how young you really are. But life isn’t fair, and I’m afraid this might be where you have to start learning that.”

“Don’t make me do this, mom,” Bucky whispers into the perfumed fall of her hair, though even as he’s saying it, he knows it’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. House Barnes has held one of New Jersey’s two seats since the very inception of the Senate. A hundred and twenty years of tradition, gone down the toilet because of Bucky’s reckless father. “Please,” he says softly. “There has to be something else we can do.”

“It’ll be alright,” Winnie tells him, pulling away from the hug and looking him in the eye. “I promise you. I’ve corresponded with Captain Rogers for several weeks now, and I’m confident he’ll make a good husband for you.”

Bucky shakes his head, angry all over again. “No! He won’t. How could he? I don’t even know him!”

It’s a silly argument, really, since many men of Bucky’s stature enter into arranged marriages. But even still, Bucky is beta: He’s always had this luxurious assumption that he’d be able to fool around for a decade longer than most; get educated, make mistakes, have fun. And now that he’s finally come of age and is on the precipice of actually getting to do those things, he has to go off and marry some old man he’s never met?

The reality of it is worse than a bucket of cold water to the head. “I don’t want to marry a fucking stranger,” he grumps.

“Really, Bucky. Don’t use foul language.”

“And I don’t want to marry some old man.” At his mother's raised eyebrow, he says, “Well he must be old if he’s already assumed the seat?”

“He’s young, actually,” Winnie counters haughtily. “Quite young. Thirty."

"Oh, is that all?" Bucky scowls at the carpet. Thirty, Christ. "When did he assume the seat?"

"Two sessions ago. Senator Sarah Rogers had a state funeral, James. I’d have expected you to remember it.”

Bucky waves his left arm in disdain, showing off his crippled hand. “Forgive me my 'preoccupation' these past few sessions, mother." He regrets his tone as he sees hurt flash across Winnifred's face. Dropping his hand, he sighs and looks away. "This is House Rogers of New York we're discussing, I take it?"

"The sister-seat to House Wilson, yes,” Winnie says, expression perking up as she hurries back to her desk to fetch up the stack of correspondences. “Here, I have his letters if you’d like to—”

“No,” Bucky says curtly. He straightens up and makes to leave the room. “I don’t need to read them. It’s fine. Just arrange everything and tell me when to show up.”

“Oh, Honey …”

“Don’t,” Bucky says tersely. “Just don’t. It is what it is. Guess I’m moving to New York.”

He leaves the room, and assumes that his mother writes another letter to the Lord Rogers, confirming their engagement.

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[lackablazeical]

First thing ever posted on a03 all by mah lonesome, enjoy!!!!!!

[mawrblaidddrwg]

“I’m picking the song, you’ll probably pick something shitty,” Bulma whined as she nudged Vegeta trying to get him out of her way. He slipped past her easily and shoved his coin into the machine. As he began to click through a few of the options, Bulma pressed her chest against his side to lean forward and look as well. The feeling of her body touching his and the intoxicating smell of citrus and flowers in the perfume she wore was enough to distract Vegeta and for Bulma to punch in the number selection before he could stop her. She grinned victoriously as she pulled away and put distance between them.

“You’re used to getting whatever you want, aren’t you?” He said indignantly.

She palmed one hand onto her hip, noticing that his eyes followed her every movement earnestly. She intentionally stuck her hip out with slightly more oomph than was necessary.

“And what’s wrong with that?” She asked.

“Nothing, really. But what happens when you don’t get what you want for once?”

She took a step towards him, and she noticed the way that his black eyes darted to her mouth and then did a grand tour of the rest of her without any care for how obviously he was looking. It was as though he wanted her to know that he was checking her out. The tequila between them had really taken down any of the small flimsy walls that either one had up in this little back and forth conversational foreplay. She took another step forward so that they were only a few inches apart. “Something tells me that I’m not going to find out.”

Her lips were so close to his that if either of them breathed too deeply they would touch.

“Not tonight at least.”

AU set in America in 1987. Vegeta is working under the Frieza Force when he finds out the truth about who murdered his family and rival motorcycle gang, The Saiyans. He searches for his estranged cousin, Goku, to help seek revenge for the death of their families. In his travels he comes across Goku’s friend and mechanic, Bulma. He doesn’t see any harm in taking a little detour on his road to vengeance. What could possibly go wrong?

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

You know, I'm still posting on Ao3, whinyposting or not; I updated my current project today!

It's a completely AU story featuring a young Kel'Thuzad as the protagonist (and the same OC I always ship him with as the love interest, sorry), loosely based on a novel called "Krabat", which you do not need to have read to understand. Really. It's an AU with a bit of an (I assume) unusual theme - Kel starts off as a miller's apprentice with no magic ability at all - but there's going to be magic, a bit of drama, a healthy dose of evil, and cats. However, if you are familiar with the original story, you can play a game of "which elements did Caz take from the original?"

Give it a look if you have a moment! If only to tell me that I write very nice but it's not for you. (Or don't say anything. I'm grateful for any eye that does behold my writing, in any case, a chance given is all I can hope for!)

[voidcxltist]

Thinking Thoughts: My AU

Okay, so, we all know that serie of "What if" in my blog, now renamed to Thinking Thoughts because of the sillies, it's something that grows popular every time I post about it (Putting it on contrast with latest post, Narilamb's angst & Narinder trans had been one of the most popular posts)

So, what if Abel actually gave back the crown, and Narinder did spare him from being sacrified?

Thoughts influenciated by TOWW on bold italic red, he's somewhat like Venom, overtaking Narinder from time to time, more lore of Narinder to come to explain this!

Thoughts in general of Narinder in bold italics,

Thoughts read by Mori on italics,

All will be followed by a slash to spoken dialogue

This is seen as probably some months after Narinder taking his place!

The dear bittersweet smell of camelias fill the air as Abel leaves a new offering to the actual god of the cult, Narinder, and retires to his hut after a successful exchange of roles. He would become his husband later in, but now, in the actuality, he was a mere follower.

Taking the robes of one, silently pleased to wear his old cult leader's outfit for some minutes, tossed his dearest fleece to the floor, he changes into it, finally staring at the mirror with a hurt look in his eyes. Again, he had to shake his feelings down and get into himself again. He was a follower, not the cult leader.

When he steps out of the hut after doing a small reflexion (thing that, ever since he was leader, everyone of the followers had to do), he crosses paths with the new leader. Used to obey his own orders, passes in front of him, despite Narinder talking at the lamb with an urgent tone.

After the sermon, the followers started leaving, and Narinder, who came down of the platform, reaches for Abel, who was looking deeply dissapointed of himself. He should've fought back, to yell... but his kindness and moral for redemption lead to him trusting on Narinder's word.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he sees a black cat, with deep red eyes and black pupils looking at him, wearing white robes with a red middle intersection, trailing up to his face again, not only the two on his face but also the one on his forehead were looking at him. He was waiting for something, surely an answer.

" Master... " - Abel mutters, looking at him

" Abel. " - Narinder says in the same tone, slightly more concerned

For Narinder, and all across these months, this feeling he had caught on his former vessel he couldn't shake it off, and it was something that he found not only awful but actually difficult. He hadn't loved anyone as fiercely as him, but still he wanted to try.

" I had to talk to you... First off, please, you know me for a lifetime, just call me Narinder " - The feline requests, letting Abel take a calmer position as he continued speaking - " I... "

"Awh, gonna get emotional? Don't try. He's not into you." / " I wanted to, to thank you formally for, ehrm-... Giving me the crown back. My silibings will be most likely pleased if I revive them now with my power given, thank you. "

" I was toyed around, wasn't I? Just a pawn to your game... why do you even thank me? " / " It'll be always my pleasure, master. It's something I had to do. " - Abel mutters with a quiet undertone of hurtness and despair.

"If you only knew how much I love you..." / " No, seriously, thank you. And, if I'm being honest with myself... You've done a good job. You weren't as stubborn as I thought "

After some silence of unease and lingering tension, finally Narinder sighed and turned his back, before Abel decided to continue on his way to the exit.

But, something made the feline turn his steps back and walk behind Abel, the both of them silently aknowledgeding that they were respectively following and being follower by each other.

Calix shared looks with Narinder, before the first cat denies with his head with dissapointment and turns his back to him, to continue helping someone who, same as his fellow cultist, turned slightly too.

And not only the rwo of them, but more cultists didn't dared to look into his eyes. Even Fabien and Gabrielle, who were extremly sociable, didn't bothered to ask a thing to the new leader.

The realization that maybe taking over his vessel's place after the first formed entirely a cult for himself was making him look exactly the opposite of what he was originally meant to be; wanting to look like a hero...

Meant to be seen as an usurper.

Despite of the lingering anxiety frowing into him, he managed to make a quiet, yet quivering meowling frkm his throat, reaching for Abel's shoulder.

" Why can't you just leave me alone... I've done so much, let me to rest. " / " Is it something the matter? " - The shorter lamb spoke, his eyes reflecting the body of Narinder.

" You're fucking it all up. Shut up. " / " I-I wanted to ask you something, if it's not uncomfortable? "

After the silent nod of Abel, he stares at him with a face filled with mixed emotions, unease, confussion, and ocer all of those, love.

" If I may... Can I, try to do things better to us...? I know how bad it was for you to lose the crown ... " A Narinder with his two tails wagging asks to Abel.

" Can you? " - The reply lingers in the air for a moment, the hurtness, the anger, all let out in two simple words.

" Whether I can or can not— " - Narinder was just noticing Abel's bell missing, since it was part of his cult leader's outfit, so he quickly undid the one he was wearing, given by one of the followers, putting it into Abel's neck with a gentle touch, before placing his paw over the golden ornament - " —It's up to you, Abel "

" He's being too kind... " / " Yeah, and what about it? I'm now just another follower, this is what you wanted, and now want to, I don't know, take it back? " - Abel says in a angry, yet also quivering voice, the tears filling his eyes as he sighes - " You made your choice anyways, and I just accomplished. I'll always do. "

As the former cult leader walked away and was opening the flap of his new tent, Narinder enters with him, still wanting to speak out at least something, an apology wasn't enough.

" Abel, you're misunderstanding everything, I didn't meant to imply I want you to take back the power, in fact, I wanted to ask you something more, something very important if I say it myself, I— "

The cat tries to extend his paw to the lamb, he turned to him, and inmediatly he took it back to his body and up to his snout, looking down, the last mentioned took two steps to Narinder, closing in their distance.

" Will you ask away now? Because I definetly can't wait to hear 'a favour'. I'm listening. " - He says, with a sarcastic remark, looking at the leader.

" I wanted to—" / " ask if you're free tonight to gaze stars? Really? You're softening a bit too much, Narinder. Are you gonna keep him waiting? Or you're expecting he falls into— "

" Shut up! I'm speaking right now! " / " What? I'm speaking my mind out... quite literally, since I coexist in you like a virus. You can't keep a bird caged too much, Narinder. Try me, and you'll see how quick I can get you down to your knees again. "

" Leader? " - The lamb looks slightly more concerned than before, raising an eyebrow as Narinder shakes his head and looks down.

After some moment of silence for Narinder to shake away that parasite of his mind, the poor feline sighed, before looking at Abel. In those black deep eyes with an horizonal white slit for pupil was flicker of... something. Narinder passed too much time in the Purgatory he didn't recognized emotions of others, but he knew it was something bad.

" Abel... Let me tell you something, and promise me you won't judge me. "

Not an answer, but a quiet nod let Narinder know Abel was both concerned and slightly interested in what he had to say.

" Look I- " - He saw a camelia laying down on the floor, surely of the flowers that Abel brought to his tent when he was asleep, he picked it up, before continuing - " I took my time to... think it out, and... You're the only person I know that has any emotions for me. You're the one who knows the good and bad of me... even if that bad it's big or small. We've been through much, but, ever since we managed to have talks in the space I was trapped in, I've felt— "

He was hearing his heart beating in his ears loudly, the anxiety that crept into him making his voice quiver and his hands to shake, progessively getting worse.

" I've felt something, trapped here inside my chest, deep down of the fur and the muscles, inside my bones, inside my heart... It's something I didn't knew I could feel, I didn't knew I could... have. You're the one that made the waiting be happier, and honestly? If I kept trapped in there for the rest of my days with you, I'd be gladfully doing it. Because you were a light that shined in the dark veil that rised down my face... you made me, kinder, happier, even more, you made me had a hope for something better— "

" So, what's the point of this? " - Abel cuts him sharply, Narinder shakes his head, aware of the fact that he trailed off the main theme, the question, right. -

" I-I wanted to ask you something. I, simply needdd to get this off my chest. "

He extends the camelia to the former leader, looking at him.

" If you still think I can't, can you give me an opportunity to make things better? To, take you as my husband? "

...

Abel's face gets a red, small blush, taking the camelia with an unsecure touch, before gulping. He knew that, by official cult's rules, the leader had to marry the follower in a ritual, no matter if they developed feelings or not. It was actually sad putting it into words, but Abel didn't denied, just looked down and sighed.

" I... I'm flattered, honestly. "

Narinder's face shines with hope, as Abel nods, turning back and putting the camelia down onto a small jar, and putting some water on it, he was trembling, and as he had a small time to think, he turns slightly his face to him

" As for a follower, I'm obligued to say yes, of course, but... As the former cult leader, I believe firmly in my moral, in that everyone can be redeemed. You've proved yourself to be the thing that the cult needs, and... yes, yes I do. Take me to the church, my dear. "

- - - - -

The dear, sweet smell of camelias fill the air as Abel leaves a new daily offering to the actual god and leader of the thrieving and joyful cult, Narinder, and retires back to their hut. Disciple and husband of the cult's leader now, who would've thought about it?

Taking the robes of the disciple that were assigned to him, changes into them, finally staring at the mirror with a melancholic look in his eyes.

Hey, the fleece in white with red accents didn't looked so bad on him.

The end <3

Hope you enjoyed it!! More to come, and wait for the Narinder's lore, I believe you may find it interesting! :3

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sneak preview of the chapter 5 moodboard for The Art of Queen Sacrifice, my Doflamingo/OC fanfic

STORY SUMMARY:

In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board.

But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo in a desperate bid to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath.

[Doflamingo/OC. Royalty AU. Princess!OC. Unnamed/undescribed OC for x-reader fans. BIWEEKLY UPDATES.]

READ IT HERE

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Update on the arcane fan fic: i made them kiss :)

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Part 2 of a request! - Part I ❤️‍🩹

@thomasrunner @nelo0wesker 🏷

Despite hiding around the world for quite a while, criminal Armando Aretas finally returned to Miami and would learn this brand-new chapter of life. 

To cut his grounded time in prison, Aretas would even continue working through the Miami Police Department and officially joined AMMO's squad.

No more running.

______

Staying with Detective Mike Lowrey until further notice, Armando pulled together and headed down for breakfast, not rushing to the precinct. 

“Morning, man.” Mike still wanted to greet Aretas without pushing boundaries. Their estranged relationship proved cordial at best  now. 

“What's up?” Armando offered slightly accented English before sitting down at the kitchen table. 

“Good morning, Armando.” Mike's wife Christine, a physical therapist, smiled. 

“Hey.” Armando nodded, still not comfortable enough to grin back. 

Christine also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years ago. 

“Listen, we'll eat first and just get outta here, all right?” Mike spoke up. “Don't wanna be late.” 

“Kay. Who made the coffee, though?” Aretas glanced toward Mike and Christine for a second. 

“Me.” Mike joyfully confirmed. Even Christine laughed while Armando finished the meal. 

*****

“Don't worry about Marcus. I got you.” Mike almost whispered near Armando after driving the classic Porsche to work. 

Before Lowrey and Aretas could even walk inside, one voice called out. 

“Aw, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Sniffing through dramatic tears, Mike's longtime partner and best friend Marcus Burnett reached the curb. 

“Please stop crying, Marcus.” Mike shook his head while exiting that car. 

Embarrassed, Armando nearly shrunk in the passenger seat to hide and even veiled further by wearing Mike's sunglasses. 

“Armando dressed like you, too.” Marcus continued anyway. “Look at the gun holsters placed on his back, Mike.” 

“Stop.” Mike repeated himself while entering the precinct with Aretas and Burnett. 

_______

To make this return even more unsettling, Armando noticed that fellow law enforcement officials and other staff members wouldn't talk. 

The building neatly turned silent when everyone recognized Aretas. 

Even AMMO weapons expert Kelly and tech genius Dorn looked elsewhere. 

“What the hell’s wrong with everybody?” Marcus Burnett spoke up this time. 

“Marcus….” Mike Lowrey warns his best friend for the umpteenth occasion. 

“No, Mike. Listen, y'all. Stop tripping for five minutes, all right?” Marcus quickly defended Armando. “Focus on the job because Armando's not leaving anytime soon. You can't give up normal things just because he showed up either. He's part of our team like everybody else.”

Voices responded in all directions until Captain Rita Secada entered the precinct and headed toward that briefing room. Everyone else trailed.

_______

“We'll need all hands on deck regarding this new assignment.” Rita explained details while standing behind this podium. “Look for the witness described on screen.” 

Once Rita offered this large-scale viewpoint of that witness, Armando, Mike, and Marcus nearly froze. 

 You centered this case. 

*****

Shortly after that briefing concluded, everyone braced themselves for your arrival. Different officers would bring you to the police station. 

“Who does she want in there?” Armando offered the important point over your questioning. 

“Marcus and I have a much better chance of talking to her, man. I'm sorry.” Mike would never forget how you “woke up” after nearly drowning that day. 

“You're right. I'll wait.” Aretas nodded and walked toward his desk for the day. 

Mike and Marcus know exactly what happens next. Aretas could outright trigger your escape from this station. 

_______

“I know that you're scared right now, but we won't hurt you.” Mike repeated his vow from the wilderness as you sat in this horribly gray room. 

“He was looking for me.” You speak with Detective Mike Lowrey, otherwise there's no chance that you'll ground this case for yourself. 

“Who?” Mike sits up. 

“McGrath.” You reveal. 

“James McGrath is dead.” Mike answered. “We shut down his operation recently.” 

“I know. McGarth took me hostage right before Captain Howard was framed.” You exposed brand-new information. 

Mike's heart dropped and Marcus stood flabbergasted in the corner. 

“Hostage…” Mike Lowrey whispered. 

“Yes.” Your statement confirms the truth with each passing moment. 

Your fear. Running away from strangers. Not trusting anyone. On and on. 

“What do you need?” Mike asked, gently trying to ease the situation. 

“There's nothing else to do because McGarth is already dead at this point.” You shake your head, looking down. “Can I ask you something though, Detective?”

“Of course.” Mike locked eye contact with you for a reason and even stepped closer. 

“What happened to that criminal?” You bring up the question that plagued thoughts ever since you run in those woods. 

Shit! Mike silently acknowledged that you remembered Armando. 

“It's a long story…” Mike struggled to answer your question. 

“Is he still on the run?” You whispered over rumors from different places. 

“No.” Mike began. “The department will give Armando another chance, but you're not in danger. I promise.” 

“Armando?” You grounded the criminal's name this time. “Why…” 

You trailed off because Detective Lowrey spoke up again. 

“He's my son…” Mike cleared his throat and handed reality straight toward you. 

“Your son?” You can't believe how invisible cobwebs  tangled this place. 

One of the most well-known professionals in Miami fathered someone who lurked with darkness. 

“We didn't bring him for questions with you, but his name is Armando Aretas.” Mike continued speaking. 

Realization slapped you in the face! 

“Armando Aretas, the drug dealer?!” You shouted, almost leaving this chair. Even your voice resounded. 

“I knew she would react, Mike.” Marcus grumbled from the corner. 

“Shut up the fuck and help me!” Mike tried catching up with you, but failed. 

Within  seconds, you kicked that door open and found one of the back exits, immediately heading outside.  

“Shit!” Marcus finally realized the mistake of arguing. 

“I need backup! The witness has escaped our building. All units: respond to the situation immediately!” Demanding communication, Mike ran down this street. 

“She's not a fucking dog, Mike! What the hell are you doing?” Marcus shouted back and defended your reaction. 

Ignoring Marcus, Mike continued racing down while members of the AMMO squad emerged. 

“Armando, stay here!” Marcus noted Aretas over you just in time. “She escaped the building.” 

“No!” Armando refused to hide once more because anything could happen near you. Even sirens began wailing in the distance. “If she's mad, I'll deal with it.” 

On instinct, Armando races outside, leaving Marcus in the dirt. 

_______

“Nobody's safe!” You glance over your shoulder while bolting and realize that officers have caught up with you. “Get Aretas out of the damn building or I'm not talking again.”

“Armando won't hurt you.” Mike acknowledges you first. 

“Prove it, Mike!” You rasped, pissed off and worried at the same time. 

Moments later, Armando emerged and stepped toward you in broad daylight, not holding weapons. 

“Just tell us what happened.” Armando wouldn't stop looking at you. 

Even Mike and Marcus turned silent, waiting for the next plan here. 

“Stand down.” You took charge for once. “I can't explain everything in public.” 

Deal. Armando thought. 

******

Police tape riddled the scene while you joined Mike Lowrey's Porsche. 

While you became Mike's passenger instead, Armando crammed the back seat to dodge your glare. 

“My wife knows what happened.” Mike grounded this plan to settle everything in his home. 

“Thanks.” You nodded when adrenaline stopped for good. 

******

Parking at the house, Mike greeted Christine and stepped back, letting everyone enter. 

Once Mike locked doors and food set around this table, questioning resumes without Marcus Burnett. 

“What happened just before you were kidnapped?” Mike asked. 

“It was my birthday that night.” You remembered. “Right as I'm leaving the club, McGarth cornered me.” 

“South Beach.” Mike shook his head, already painting thoughts and images. 

“Scars?” Armando refuses to eat anything until you finish the story. 

“No physical assault. McGrath didn't hurt me, but his goons patrolled.” You don't express more. 

“How long were you there?” Armando nearly whispered. 

“I don't even know.” You almost struggled. “No lights in the room.” 

“How did you escape?” Aretas pulled this big-time question to score that previous tragedy in the water. 

“Tricked someone to help me with restraints.” You answered. “By the time McGarth hijacked your federal transport, I tried swimming away.” 

Flashbacks pulled right away and Armando's heart shattered. 

Aretas realized that McGarth controlled your every move until this point and reaching that unknown water should've marked freedom. 

You would rather die just to escape hell.

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Please, let me know what you think. Thank you.

Note: Here's a short story LILA on AO3. The follow-up story would have canon events from S1 and S2, but the other two series would not exist for this story and there would be alternate events. Plus, Lila would be childless. Honestly, I have some ideas for that.

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Take These Broken Wings (Monster Forest!AU, 3/???)

(Not very many warning this time, Just fluff and two feathery bastards (affectionate) trying to bond this chapter.)

When Diavolo returned to the cave, he had brought a big fish with him; at this point, if the siren was likely to stay here, he would knew that he would have to make things easier. Sirens were supposed to be part of a flock, not alone like that-

However, given the current situation, he would try to adjust to this circumstance; being a harpy, he had been raised alone and eventually had to live on his own, and he knew the siren might not have had a much more... direct upbringing.

After going inside and walking toward the nest where the siren slept, Diavolo, without much tact, dropped the fish onto the siren; the siren woke with a screech, almost as if awoken from a deep sleep. The siren glared in confusion, half awake. "What the hell is that for?!" He growled.

"It's morning and you need to eat- I couldn't hunt a human, so this will do." Diavolo answers, tone flippant. "I doubt the corpse from last night is fresh enough to eat, anyhow."

The siren looked at the fish with confusion, before eating quietly with a low growl. Minutes passed as he tore into the fish, with Diavolo a bit proud of his effort; so far, it was good enough that the siren was eating and not trying to sleep to death from such a tradegy. Eventually, the siren finished the fish, looking a little grateful at least. "Thanks." He mumbles, still feeling a little dejected.

"Of course." Diavolo answered, still unsure how to broach the topic of... what he saw earlier; it felt like it was too much too soon.

The siren looked away a bit, lengthening the awkward silence for a few more moments. "I'll leave your home soon-"

"No." While the word Diavolo uttered wasn't a threat, the tone only sounded as if it were, his concern bleeding into anger. "No... it's alright if you stay here longer. You need rest."

Diavolo could see that the siren was a bit confused and shocked, but nodded silently in agreement. "If you say so..." The siren mumbled, curling back up to sleep. Diavolo was a bit sad that there wasn't much he could do, but he was not an expert on grief; it might take some time for the siren to feel less of it, let alone want to sleep most of the day away.

As he left to walk and clear his head, Diavolo couldn't help but feel a little worried for his guest. 'There's nothing I can do for the moment, except let him rest and adjust to all this.' he told himself.

A few hours later, Diavolo managed to bring two more fish back to the cave; he hadn't managed to track or hunt down any humans today, so the fish would have to do for now. He was surprised when he saw the siren much closer to the entrance, seeming to immediately raise his feathers in surprise before trying to act as if he wasn't waiting in the area. "I wasn't just- waiting for you to come back-" the siren hissed, tripping over his words rapidly. "I was only looking out-"

"You don't have to explain yourself." Diavolo answered, a little irritated. "I only went outside for food for both of us." He handed the siren one of the fish before tearing into the other one. He could see the siren reluctantly eat, still somewhat wary; granted, it only had been a day since he had gotten there, so it would take time for them to get used to each other.

~

Diavolo quietly preened his feathers as he prepared to sleep; he was still somewhat worried about the siren's grief- while he had never experienced the loss of any family, let alone a large flock, he realized he needed to help the siren navigate through it. 'As far as I know, sirens do not live alone well.' he thought, pulling out a loose feather from his wing. 'He possibly needs company at this point.'

Diavolo could hear the siren singing to himself, perhaps to soothe himself and help ease his grief; while Diavolo himself tried to ignore the melody, he found himself drawn to it, helplessly walking to where the siren was. The moment the siren saw Diavolo walk close, he bristled slightly. "...what is it this time?" The siren murmured, a little annoyed yet at the same time... saddened?

"I- I heard you singing." Diavolo admitted, blushing. "You sound-"

"Please don't try to flatter me." The siren interrupts, blushing. "I know my voice isn't sounding great right now." Trying to ignore Diavolo's presence, he began preening himself as a distraction.

"It- it sounds fine." Diavolo replied, stepping closer; it felt as though he were in a trance, yet lucid enough to understand what was happening. The siren seemed to notice, quickly swatting at Diavolo to snap him out of it.

"Geez, I really didn't think my singing would affect you, too..." The siren whined, still annoyed as he returned to preening himself. "I guess harpies aren't immune to this sort of thing either." Diavolo shook his head, as if regaining his senses once more.

"I..." Diavolo felt quite embarassed, blushing as this... little flaw was pointed out. "I didn't expect to be in thrall to your singing, for the record. It just... happened." This response made the siren laugh bitterly after a few awkward moments, as if amused by Diavolo's answer.

"I can't believe an 'apex hunter' just fell victim to my song like that without me even trying!" The siren cackles, obvious amusement in his voice. "That's absolutely fucking rich-"

"If you could not rub salt in the wound..." Diavolo growls, face entirely red as he covered it with his wings; he felt even more ashamed as the siren kept laughing, but he wasn't going to attack- this was much too petty a thing to fight about.

Eventually, the siren's bitter laugh calmed to a dull snicker. "Honestly, I'm surprised it even works on all harpies- there was only one other harpy that fell for my singing-" He stopped suddenly, seeming embarassed. "N-never mind, I was just rambling." he mumbles, tone mortified.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow, almost intrigued. "What do you mean, one other harpy fell for your song?" He asked, tone soft.

"Just- just forget it- she was way out of my league anyway-"

"You have a bad time of lying." Diavolo smirked, close to teasing. "I know you were gloating a few seconds ago-"

"Only because I knocked you down a peg or two!" The siren whined, hiding his face. "It's not as fun when I'm made fun of!"

DIavolo stifled his laughter, amused; this siren wasn't taking to trusting him well, but he could be a bit... charming when he wasn't trying to claw his face off. "You are much less intimidating when you are flustered like this." he said, leaning a bit toward the siren's face, only to recieve a connecting swat in return.

'Alright, I may have deserved that.' Diavolo told himself, wisely backing away whilst holding his cheek; he couldn't feel any blood coming from where the siren scratched him, it still stung a bit. The siren, however, was somewhat mortified, as if not expecting to actually hit Diavolo. "...I'll leave you be for now." Diavolo answered, if only to fill the awkward silence growing at the moment.

"Y-yeah, that's for the best right now." The siren answered back, meekly curling up on the nest to go to sleep. Diavolo quietly left the immediate area, but decided to curl up close by, in case something happened.

It... wasn't perfect, but it was a start, he supposed.