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Quin for the AU could you please consider

Marco + Japanese mythical creatures (or just mythical creatures idk where he could fall in)

Or what about pirates AU

… jk I think im funny but im not

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Mythical Creature AU:

-:- Marco's the Phoenix, because why not? I see no reason to mess with perfection. This AU people know about the mythical beasts - some are revered, some are feared - some have people who tend to their shrines, and some have people who are sacrificed to their shrines.

-:- The beasts themselves are immortal, or close enough to it no one knows the last time one passed away. There has, however, always been Mythical Beasts - one may fall in battle, or die of old age, but there is a replacement within the year.

-:- Only one seems to have existed since the beginning, and if he dies, there's no record of it.

-:- but over the centuries, the people have moved on, become strong enough to protect themselves without needing to rely on the beasts. Some of them have grown cruel and angry because of it, some have disappeared into the mists, and some have become quiet guardians of the people who don't remember them, because that's what they choose.

You end up in the old forgotten temple running from those that mean you harm. You're scratched up and bloody, exhausted and freezing, and can barely risk the idea of a fire even with the sun setting on the high mountain.

It's unlikely they followed you this high. You'll have to come down at some point for food and water, so it's better for them to just wait as the base of the mountains - so you tell yourself as you manage to stoke a fire in a ornate fireplace, thick with dust and ash.

The fire burst into life with minimal effort, and you're too tired to even question your luck. Warmth sinks into your bones, but you fall back in surprise when the warm orange fire shifts and turns teal and gold.

The fire swirls out from the hearth and swirls around like it's more breeze and magic than fire and flame. You don't notice the scratches healing on your skin, and you barely realize the energy returning to you as the flames burn away dust and ash and somehow uncover lush carpeting and bright treasures and decorations.

The shrine had been falling apart when you ran into it, you knew that for fact, but now there was lush gold and teal carpeting, gold dusted bricks at the hearth, thick tapestries with histories woven into them, and the sweet scent of incense.

Looking around in awe you turn enough that you come face to face with two large round eyes, and a beak.

Teal and gold feathers... flickered?

You realize the bird is bent low to be at eye level with you. Screaming in surprised you wheel backward and fall on your ass. The thick carpeting cushions the blow, as the large feathery - er fiery? - bird sits down and tilts its head.

And that's how you ended up being the attendant to the Phoenix, after generations of your people had forgotten about him.

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