This is how it turned out!
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poet_at_heartTitle: You fell down here, but your sins are repeated once again.
Character/s: Amazons/Boa/Luffy, Zoro/Sanji/Ace, Killer/Kidd/Law
Song: Fallen Angel
Artist: L'Âme Immortelle
Rating: T
Warnings: 2/3 AU, emotional pain, alcohol
Disclaimers: I do not own anything of this. Only the idea and the words. Character belongs to Oda-sensei, music to L'Âme Immortelle.
Yo guys! Remember when I wanted that triangle-help? Well, this is how it all turned out~
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"How could he!? He might be fun, but how could he hurt our Hebihime-sama like this!?"
"I agree! Now she won't even leave her room..."
"Our poor, poor Hancock-sama..."
The three Amazons looked up at the palace placed upon the mountain wall, where their one and only Empress had hid herself once her beloved Monkey D. Luffy had left her for training. For his crew. For people who were not Boa Hancock-sama! Thoughts and desires like that were so utterly alien to the women of this isle, so now something close to rivalry had started to breed among them.
But not only against the others with the same mindset, but against Luffy too. Who could make their weeping princess forget her idiotic beloved, fill the holes in her heart with something else than tears? And still not give her hope about the rubber pirate, that was also very important.
So they continued to try, made her even more beautiful clothes, even more delicious meals and wrote songs which made even the seakings calm and dance in the sea. But still, her tears ceased not. Her angel were gone, to seemingly never return.
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He were such a fool. Such an idiotic fool. But he had always been, there were no surprise about it, even if now that fact had him broken down on his bed, ribs sticking out of his thin body. Zoro clenched his fist, clenched his jaw and heart as he saw the friend and rival he had loved in secret during so many years just fade away.
Anger were coiling in his veins as he sat down beside the blonde with the tray in his lap. He forced soft words over his own lips and watched them reach deaf ears. He tried to remind the all but comatose man beside him of his ideals of feeding those who needed it, of beautiful women he could meet and woo. Soup were forced over the other's lips, before the tears came and he tried to fight him off.
The curses he was used to, the trashing and the kicks too. But it lacked venom, lacked all that glorious strength Sanji had possessed before he had taken care of that damn angel and signed his own doom. There had been only lies coming over those pale and chipped lips, empty promises to entertain a gullible Samaritan as he had been nursed back to health.
Zoro had hated the man, he were a rival for the blonde's attention, the only little attention he could ever get from the womanizer between his work and flirts. But now, that freckled angel were no longer a rival. He were a sworn enemy, someone who deserved to be pierced on a sword for his sins. Yes, he were a sinner, why else had he been thrown down on the Earth? Hadn't his wings been black as they carried him into the dark night, leaving the poor blonde behind to die?
The same poor blonde who were weeping against his shoulder, soup spilled out on the floor and forgotten. The green haired man wrapped his arms around his trembling body, swore to himself over and over again that he would revenge this hurt. Even if the angel were gone to never return.
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...Twelve, thirteen, fourteen bottles. And another one on its way against black smeared lips. There were no more curses, no more chairs getting smashed into walls and fragmented into hundreds of pieces. Maybe because there were nothing more to break?
He had watched this cycle play over and over again the last days, a fit of anger, alcohol drunk like water and then hard tears streaming down a painted face as Kidd banged his head against the wall. But it didn't matter what he did or crushed, drank or cursed, the black haired angel were gone forever. And Killer knew that too.
Which was why he had continued to try and ease his friend's mind. There were no longer any point in angsting over the past, the fucker were gone so now the red head could move on. Hit a club, find a hot chick to bang and leave the next day, like he had used to do. But no matter how well he formed the words in his head, he couldn't say them out loud.
Every time he tried, Kidd demanded more alcohol, demanded him to help him as he threw up, demanded his to just be there next to him and drag him away from the wall. The apartment were nothing to have anymore, the landlord would soon start complaining and then they would be in real trouble.
Why couldn't he just have left that man where he had lied to die? If he had, then he would have been alright now. But no, he had had to pick up a fallen angel who called himself 'the Dark Doctor' and take care of him until he were strong enough to crush his heart and spirits. Thank that shit-eating God in his stinking heaven that the guy probably would never return.
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... Wow, all within one hour! Now I feel good (>w<) Did you like at least one of these?
Character/s: Amazons/Boa/Luffy, Zoro/Sanji/Ace, Killer/Kidd/Law
Song: Fallen Angel
Artist: L'Âme Immortelle
Rating: T
Warnings: 2/3 AU, emotional pain, alcohol
Disclaimers: I do not own anything of this. Only the idea and the words. Character belongs to Oda-sensei, music to L'Âme Immortelle.
Yo guys! Remember when I wanted that triangle-help? Well, this is how it all turned out~
-
You've tasted the fruit of the devil, yet your smile is the one of an angel.
"How could he!? He might be fun, but how could he hurt our Hebihime-sama like this!?"
"I agree! Now she won't even leave her room..."
"Our poor, poor Hancock-sama..."
The three Amazons looked up at the palace placed upon the mountain wall, where their one and only Empress had hid herself once her beloved Monkey D. Luffy had left her for training. For his crew. For people who were not Boa Hancock-sama! Thoughts and desires like that were so utterly alien to the women of this isle, so now something close to rivalry had started to breed among them.
But not only against the others with the same mindset, but against Luffy too. Who could make their weeping princess forget her idiotic beloved, fill the holes in her heart with something else than tears? And still not give her hope about the rubber pirate, that was also very important.
So they continued to try, made her even more beautiful clothes, even more delicious meals and wrote songs which made even the seakings calm and dance in the sea. But still, her tears ceased not. Her angel were gone, to seemingly never return.
-
Let him go, you angel with the fire of a devil!
He were such a fool. Such an idiotic fool. But he had always been, there were no surprise about it, even if now that fact had him broken down on his bed, ribs sticking out of his thin body. Zoro clenched his fist, clenched his jaw and heart as he saw the friend and rival he had loved in secret during so many years just fade away.
Anger were coiling in his veins as he sat down beside the blonde with the tray in his lap. He forced soft words over his own lips and watched them reach deaf ears. He tried to remind the all but comatose man beside him of his ideals of feeding those who needed it, of beautiful women he could meet and woo. Soup were forced over the other's lips, before the tears came and he tried to fight him off.
The curses he was used to, the trashing and the kicks too. But it lacked venom, lacked all that glorious strength Sanji had possessed before he had taken care of that damn angel and signed his own doom. There had been only lies coming over those pale and chipped lips, empty promises to entertain a gullible Samaritan as he had been nursed back to health.
Zoro had hated the man, he were a rival for the blonde's attention, the only little attention he could ever get from the womanizer between his work and flirts. But now, that freckled angel were no longer a rival. He were a sworn enemy, someone who deserved to be pierced on a sword for his sins. Yes, he were a sinner, why else had he been thrown down on the Earth? Hadn't his wings been black as they carried him into the dark night, leaving the poor blonde behind to die?
The same poor blonde who were weeping against his shoulder, soup spilled out on the floor and forgotten. The green haired man wrapped his arms around his trembling body, swore to himself over and over again that he would revenge this hurt. Even if the angel were gone to never return.
-
A dark angel never carry good blood.
...Twelve, thirteen, fourteen bottles. And another one on its way against black smeared lips. There were no more curses, no more chairs getting smashed into walls and fragmented into hundreds of pieces. Maybe because there were nothing more to break?
He had watched this cycle play over and over again the last days, a fit of anger, alcohol drunk like water and then hard tears streaming down a painted face as Kidd banged his head against the wall. But it didn't matter what he did or crushed, drank or cursed, the black haired angel were gone forever. And Killer knew that too.
Which was why he had continued to try and ease his friend's mind. There were no longer any point in angsting over the past, the fucker were gone so now the red head could move on. Hit a club, find a hot chick to bang and leave the next day, like he had used to do. But no matter how well he formed the words in his head, he couldn't say them out loud.
Every time he tried, Kidd demanded more alcohol, demanded him to help him as he threw up, demanded his to just be there next to him and drag him away from the wall. The apartment were nothing to have anymore, the landlord would soon start complaining and then they would be in real trouble.
Why couldn't he just have left that man where he had lied to die? If he had, then he would have been alright now. But no, he had had to pick up a fallen angel who called himself 'the Dark Doctor' and take care of him until he were strong enough to crush his heart and spirits. Thank that shit-eating God in his stinking heaven that the guy probably would never return.
-
... Wow, all within one hour! Now I feel good (>w<) Did you like at least one of these?