Warnings: AU.
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I've recently developed an obsession for angels.
Also, this isn't really a sequel to Wingspan. It's just in the same universe and there may be more like it. We'll see.
Theme 17 Gravity
The first time Luffy caught a glimpse of the black wings, his uncle's house was burning to the ground due to faulty wiring. He was only nine years old at the time and he'd inhaled so much smoke that he thought he was seeing things.
When his vision was starting to blur, something pulled him up from his bed and slung his weakened body over their shoulders. He thought it was a fireman come to rescue him, but a giant, black wing brushed against his cheek and he knew then and there it was his very own angel. It smelled like smoke and cheap cologne, but it was his.
"I've got you, Luffy." His angel had said softly, breathing into his ear over the sound of the flames engulfing his childhood home. It roared around him, but all he could focus on was the chest against his back and the flutter of the beautiful wings behind him.
All of a sudden the floor dropped out from underneath him and he was trapped in stasis, flung over the angel's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The wings beat harder against the fire-heated air, up up up until they were high above the burning house.
It was like free-falling without the falling; like gravity didn't apply to the angel holding him safely.
When he finally lost consciousness, it was to the sight of blonde fringe, a curly eyebrow, and an eye as blue as the sky.