#RAYLEIGH ( musings. )

[quinloki]

Sure I'll ride this bandwagon for a bit. =3

Open to anyone who wants to do this as well. (tag me if you want, so I don't miss it and can vote on your poll!!)

[basedkikuenjoyer]

No Conflict On My End

Catch the classic Wano trick? Scattershot chapter but the title gives you the clue; conflict. It was smoother but we've stepped away from the Straw Hats, they aren't in this one. I said this when we finished Bonney's cutaway. If you look at what's left it's Stussy as a springboard to Bakkin/Marco which we haven't checked in on since their first appearance parallel to Egghead. SWORD also has an unfired Chekov's Gun with Drake. Either of those can pull a Kuma and rewrite Wano. Only one person there can do that and it was the girl playing coy in the end.

Last week, it was "If he's gone, who am I to live for?" This week it's this titular line about inner conflict, how it's proof of your humanity. Especially with the Seraphim and building off of CP9 being these vicious government dogs who just need the order to indulge bloodlust right by it. That role doesn't have to be who you are, and if circumstance deals you a bad hand that forces you to go against your nature those conflicted feelings are proof you're not losing yourself to it. The difference to me though is like we said with Stussy maybe needing her own "Okobore" era. I don't think this is really Kiku's story replacing humanity with gender identity...I see it more as a parallel to the implied backstory and growth that allowed you to give it your all freely on one final show with the old gang. Also, don't forget Bakkin was last seen with Marco and that's all tied up in Sphinx Island as one of these wayward villages in need of a humble guardian.

Oh yeah, and doing this while York introduces a truckload of ambiguity. This is a cool scene. Because we really have to stop and think about what York knows, what Stella knew, and of course these weird gaps when we also now know Vegapunk Prime was with Bonney during the Void Night. As above, so below and all that right? A story about the Void Century on the surface when the micro clash on this island has that big blank night before raising so many questions.

Specifically highlighting the idea VP is a horrible liar and a bad actor. Is there like, anything specific we could pair this with in York's conclusion that would enhance the aroma?

Hey look! We got Robonosuke and Momonosuke in the same chapter! If you count the cover page we also got both Tsurus which is nice. York's theory is that Robonosuke is set to guard the broadcast. My point is that, alongside Stella telling us his limited version of the Void Century after a string of unreliable narrators we have York offering us this theory in frustration. Specifically highlighting solid reasons to be flummoxed. Vegapunk may have pulled a big brained plan all along, he was dicking around with Robonosuke when we met him. But he also like, weirdly disappeared from that scene too which is one of those little things I try to remember about Egghead. Vegapunk also wasn't really far along at getting Robonosuke online.

This becomes some really good shit though if there is a mystery interloper. Because really it could go both ways. If York's right, they could already be there and ready to make use of it. A trap. If York's wrong, the chaos just gave you a perfect distraction and it's a perfect sign of beating the genius by getting in her head. I still think there's something to the idea that Vegapunk didn't have time overnight to fix this dude. Luffy's G5 heartbeat being a signal or that backhanded way of someone making good on his assumption you just need to know Robonosuke's real name? That works in a night we still haven't filled in. And no matter what this big, bad mofo is about to start wrecking shit. Which is pretty cool.

Last but not least we have our reactions to the message. One big thing I thought was cool was seeing a lot of Alabasta stuff but not Vivi directly. V cool. Not like these breakout stories anchored around the three ladies are exclusive; Stussy had that great beat introducing her inner conflict during Bonney's and Bonney was incidentally involved in the stuff @ Mariejois. Before we get to our main man here too I'd highlight Shakky potentially carrying over that idea from Nojiko & Miss Goldenweek last week. Practical, grounded women aren't paying much attention and going about their day-to-day.

But then you got Rayleigh. Love this little line of conflict between Vegapunk and Ray. Because like we hinted at last week on a meta level this is kinda fucked up for VP to be just dumping all the Void Century stuff. Or it would be if he wasn't walking that fine line of not really revealing too much. Notice how he's kinda back to talking about his own stuff over the past few months as York puzzles it out. We can forgive Ray for not catching the subtleties though because he's drunk. I like this balance honestly, especially when you have Crocus kinda straddling the two.

One last thought too that just can kinda go anywhere with this message...Robin still has like, four regular Poneglyphs we've seen but not really fleshed out. The other two in Big Mom's stash, the one above the secret passage in the Flower Capitol, and the one Law found on Onigashima. She might already know something important Vega doesn't and her being mysteriously injured last night is a great excuse for not giving them time to touch on it.

[per-oceanum]

Croc is the only muse I have who could have interacted with Cora at some point so therefore--

👉👈

[marinehero]

no one's getting married dammit--

[pirateborn]

i love writing roger he rly is just a fun guy to write,

[muselexum]

( tag dump 2 )

[searunes]

tag drop: SHAKKY.

Shakky ( general )

Shakky ( visage )

Shakky ( IC )

Shakky ( headcanon )

Shakky ( aesthetic )

Shakky ( musings )

Shakky ( loved ones )

( ch. rayleigh )

( ch. hachi )

[quinloki]

Not putting this in the tags cause I wanted to really sink my teeth into it.

The trope for Marco is effectively like a Fairy Tail - nothing went wrong. It was nearly love at first sight and there weren't any real bumps. At least not between us, all the issues are external ^^; Probably Soul Mates if I'm picking something more traditional.

Eustass Kid was more Rivals to Lovers, and it wasn't much of a rivalry so much as sexually tense friendly competition. Plenty of back and forth though, and just a few misunderstandings.

Sabo was more slowburn than anything else. Frustratingly slow too, because it was nearly love at first sight, but both believed there was no way the other was being anything more than just polite. (When the tension finally broke it took three days to recover).

Donquixote Doflamingo was a fight and a disaster - 100% enemies to lovers, and more reluctant lover than anything else. Yandere through and through and I probably won't last all that long. ^^;

Sir Crocodile was Only One Bed. It was a business trip for both of us, for different businesses, and options were limited. I made him sign a contract that he would be a gentleman and then slept on the couch (one of us was small enough for it, one of us was *not*.) >.> After that it kind of turned into yandere, but the bastard's so smooth it's hard to not just accept it. 😩

Rayleigh was a competition - it was supposed to be a one-night stand. idk if hubris or arrogance did me in on that one, but now I have the two of them looking out for me. Strangers to Lovers.

what’s everybody selfship trope?

[general-cyno]

I've been musing about it for a while, thanks to some posts I've read recently too, and honestly... one of the (many) fascinating aspects of zolu to me is the way they share parallels/connections and or similarities to important figures in OP's world. spoilers for the most recent arcs and reveals ahead!

perhaps the most blatant and one of my personal favorites, are luffy and zoro's similarities to roger and rayleigh. as OP's mc and someone who's on the road to become the pirate king, luffy's own similarities to roger have come up a lot throughout the story and they've been acknowledged or pointed out by other characters like shanks, rayleigh himself and yamato, for example. from the goofy parts of their personalities, to the strength of their wills, and their dreams, luffy and roger's parallels are consistent in OP,

and as seen in rayleigh's brief memory of their first meeting, the straw hat luffy received from shanks was originally worn by roger back when he was young.

albeit the circumstances are a little different - with them stumbling upon each other by chance vs luffy going out of his way to meet zoro after learning of his name and reputation - this first meeting is still reminiscent of zoro and luffy's, with both ray and zoro initially rejecting roger and luffy's invitations to join them in their journey.

as for rayleigh and zoro, there's also a bunch of parallels between the two!

due to his previous time as a bounty hunter in the east blue, zoro made quite a name for himself and as OP progresses, his renown as the pirate hunter and the straw hats' swordsman is only second to luffy's. he was also the 2nd straw hat to get a bounty, and he's usually right behind luffy whenever their bounties go up. similarly, rayleigh was (and still is) considered a legend second to roger himself, strong enough that garp still views him as a powerful foe the marines can't easily defeat and managed to scare blackbeard away from amazon lily without an actual fight, despite the latter's strength.

there's other stuff too: the eye scars, both zoro and ray being greatly skilled swordsmen, their love for booze, being users of all three types of haki and even their epithets! from what I've read from other OP fans in discussion threads and through some internet search, rayleigh's title of "dark king" in jp is actually the name or word for pluto (the god of the underworld, roman mythology's equivalent to hades) in said language. in comparison, "enma", the name of zoro's most recently acquired sword and the "king of hell" title that he claimed after defeating king in wano, are a direct reference to the buddhist deity of the same name in jp mythology, also known as yama - a god of the underworld in charge of judging souls.

from the most recent flashbacks of the god valley incident, too, you can see the physical resemblance between these duos:

(as a bit of a side note, I think it was nice that rayleigh not only took it upon himself to mentor luffy, he was also the one who protected zoro from kizaru in sabaody and after the timeskip, during the straw hats' reunion in the archipelago and as they bid their farewells, zoro went out of his way to thank him for everything too.)

all in all, considering how close roger and rayleigh were (to the point roger called him "partner"), their strength, reputation and their overall journey with the roger pirates crew - the fact that luffy and zoro share more than a few clear similarities/parallels to them is really good imo, and it speaks both of the importance of their relationship and of the kind of figures they're bound to become, or are already becoming, in OP's world and ongoing history.

although it'd be sweet to have zoro and luffy directly refer to each other as partners as well (which kid and killer, another captain/first mate duo, have done too) I'm not sure it'll happen, if only for the sake of keeping the relationships between luffy and the crew balanced, so to say. still, like I said, knowing how close luffy and zoro are and that they share parallels with other captains/first mates, I think that says a lot about them regardless and the importance they hold for each other and the story as a whole.

another interesting resemblance between zolu and characters who are connected to one another involves, of course, shanks and mihawk - both of which are not only acquainted with each other, as rivals and friends of sorts, but also served as luffy and zoro's mentors/guides at different points of their lives and presently stand as their eventual foes to face in order to reach their goals of becoming the pirate king and world's greatest swordsman.

aaand last but not least, because it's yet another favorite of mine: joy boy/nika and shimotsuki ryuma. I sort of talked about it in another post, and I find it pretty cool. nika and ryuma come from different eras and don't exactly have much to do with one another but luffy's DF awakening and defeating kaido led to "joy boy" (since luffy refused to take credit for it directly by name) being hailed as a hero to wano that's comparable and only rivaled by ryuma, who in the past defended the country and was considered a legendary swordsman, whose sword shusui (that zoro wielded for a while) is a national treasure even.

since the hito hito no mi: model nika is a mythical zoan and vegapunk's speculated that devil fruits come into existence as manifestations of hope and wishes (or a potential for human evolution someone's desired), among other things, nika's existence as an actual god is kind of a subject of current debate in the fandom BUT. the fact remains that whether real or myth, he's still mentioned in old texts and his story has been shared among those enslaved by the WG, as a call for hope and freedom. in addition, even though he was human, ryuma also became revered as a savior figure and a sword god by the folks of wano.

so when you have luffy embodying the sun god of joy and liberation,

and it turns out zoro is none other than a descendant of the shimotsuki (frost moon) family, who resembles the former daimyo of ringo and the god of the blade ryuma,

well. those are some crazy parallels luffy and zoro share outside of their equally kinda crazy and meaningful relationship, as individuals and crew.

[nocturnalrorobin]

Punishment

Silvers Rayleigh x f! reader

Cw: degradation, praising, spanking, piv, cervix kiss, dub con (just to be safe)

Summary: you are in relationship with the second in command Silvers Rayleigh. He is punishing you (much to your delight) for something you fail to remember what you did.

Minors DNI

“Ung… I-I’m sorry Sir please.” You whined. You have been speared on Rayleigh's cock for what felt like hours now, just warming it while he did paperwork and his other hand rubbed over your clit in agonising slow pace, but everytime you were about to cum he stopped and took it all away from you. It's clear this was punishment but you couldn't recall what you did wrong.

“What are you sorry for, young lady?” Rayleigh could see tears of frustration pricking at the corner of your eye.

“I-I don't know. Anything. Whatever I did wrong.” You whined and tried your best to move your hips but his hand held you in place. You desperately tried to press his hand harder on your clit but he removed it again.

“I'm sorry young lady but that is not good enough and if you don't stop squirming I will have to punish you with a more firm hand. Is that understood?” You clenched around him at the promise of discipline. A silent nod was all you gave him, before his fingers grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him. “Maybe I'm doing this wrong? You enjoy discipline too much.” The blonde man mused. He lifted your hips so that only his tip was left inside and then quickly thrusted you back down, it took the wind out of your lungs.

You threw your head back and rolled your eyes. “S-siiir. I…” you paused. Was this about Marco? “Sir, I'm sorry I danced with Marco. But there seems to be a misunderstanding heeeeeere.” Rayleigh gave you no chance to finish the sentence he bent you over the desk in an instant.

“Tell me young lady, do you just accept anyone's cock in that pussy of yours? You are nothing more than a little slut.” He bit the nape of your neck and slowly dragged his dick through your wet folds, pushing his tip against your clit as he degraded you. You whined and leaned into him as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Sir it-it's not like that. I promise. I.. ugh please let me cum sir. I will do anything.” You begged. Rayleigh chuckled, oh how he loved it when you begged.

“You will do anything young lady? You are my needy little slut. Aren't you?” His middle finger circled the tight muscle of your ass. “Give your ass to me. Let me train you properly so you can take me and I forgive you and give you what you want, young lady!” He whispered in your ear.

“Yes I promise, but please fuck me sir. Make me scream your name!”

He lined himself up with your entrance, you were so wet he used your slick as lubrication. His hands grabbed your hips in a bruising grip and slammed his thick cock all the way in. You winced at the deep thrust. He lifted one of his hands, while he funked you at a relentless pace and spanked your ass so hard the swing made a sound. A red handprint was visible on your ass cheek as you threw your head back with a whine, biting your lip. As he rubbed over your clit while fucking you from behind, it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. Your legs were shaking as liquid splashed over his fingers.

He turned you around and lifted your legs over his shoulders. “Naughty, naughty! Clean this up young lady!” He pushed his two fingers in your mouth as he fucked back into your pussy. You mewled while you sucked his fingers clean. “Good girl! You take me so well.” He praised you. He bit down on your nipple and flicked his tongue against it. His hand went back to your clit. “Come on young lady. Give me one more.” His cock was so deep it kissed your cervix.

“S-Sir I'm gonna…” Your moans were swallowed by a deep kiss that Rayleigh gave you as both of your orgasms washed over you. After he guided you both through your highs, he pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to get a wet washing cloth.

Just as Rayleigh was carefully wiping you down, it knocked on their door. Suddenly the door opened and Marco stood in the door his eyes widened looking at both of you. You looked at Rayleigh and smiled. “That's what I've been trying to tell you. I asked him to join us.” You got up and walked naked towards Marco, taking his hand and pulling him inside. “You see I think you would have fun taming this pretty bird and I would like to watch!” You caressed under his chin and looked at Rayleigh with a smirk.

“I'm not easily tamed, old man, yoi.” Marco stared at Rayleigh with blue glowing eyes. His arms wrapped around your waist and he traced kisses along your neck.

Rayleigh took something from his drawer and came closer. “Mind letting go what is mine? Or there will be consequences, young man!” He held sea prism stone cuffs in hand. You and Rayleigh shared a glance with each other, you both knew it would be a long night.

[quinloki]

Good lord someone being strong enough to hold you up while they eat you out... goddd. Idk why but this had me thinking of a scenario where you confess that none of your previous partners have ever managed to get you off. And he cannot stand for that grievous offense, obviously

xD

There's a lot of OP boys who I think are able to lift you up (usually propping you against a wall) and eat you out for plenty long enough.

Ace, Sabo, Kid, Killer, Marco, Shanks, Doflamingo, Kaku, and Bellamy come to mind off the top of my head. Bartolomeo too.

Sanji, Zoro, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Smoker, Beckman, Heat, Wire, Law, Penguin and Shachi could do it as well, but I feel like you'd have to ask them. They would be for it, they just wouldn't think to do it on their own.

Rayleigh could, but he assures you there are much better ways for him to pull you apart - and considering how he's made you pop off before without even touching you, you're disinclined to argue.

And there's others who would do it if you asked, but they might not be all gungho about it (Koby would be adorable, honestly. So worried about dropping you he struggles to actually focus. He's got you held against the wall for near an hour, but he's just doing these nervous little licks and it's so cute you put up with it xD )

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1116 - Initial Thoughts

The lore keeps coming, and more is still to come

Vegapunk has been dropping bombs while Egghead descends into fiery chaos, let's see what more he can tell us

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

A bento from Tsuru this time for Yamato, don't like that Ushimaru's still hovering around there, he got his shit slapped by Luffy sure but he profited from Orochi's rule

The world continues to question Vegapunk's revelations, how can such island-destroying weapons still exist? Who could live for 800 years to continue the war?

Who indeed, as we see more of Imu's room

They stand at a big portrait, she looks like Vivi but I'd bet on this being Nefetari D. Lily

Alabasta remains in mourning too, Igaram and Karoo continue to worry about Vivi being missing

Chaka and Pell attend Cobra's funeral

During this, Vegapunk reveals how he had sought a clean energy source, and that as a result he was able to create the Mother Flame

Wait, Lulusia was done by a fragment of it?? The WG stole it from Vegapunk?

The CP agents and Seraphim look in a bad way from the landing too

Edison and Stussy discuss what happened, surmising that another Gorosei is moving up to the Labophase

Edison can't help the Straw Hats anymore either, since the clouds can't reach them anymore

Stussy, to his surprise, requests that Kaku be freed - insisting that she won't let them target the crew, but doubt that's his priority

Edison apologizes for Stussy, noting that she identified the CP0 lot as her friends and was still chose Vegapunk over them

Kaku you better pull through after this, this is thrice now your life has been spared

Edison points out that her conflict is proof of her humanity, and encourages to live how she pleases

Back to Vegapunk, he explains how the Mother Flame's theft led to Lulusia

The Lulusia survivors with the Revolutionary Army have to sit and hear how their country was wiped out by an unprovoked assault

Elizabello cameo as he didn't even know that Lulusia was taken down, and asks to confirm it

The Mother Flame fragment was used to power an ancient weapon, all but hinting that the WG have Uranus as we expected

Vegapunk apologizes in the video, declaring himself an accessory to murder, while also pointing out that it has likely proven his theory

It seems many in the crowd don't hold Vegapunk accountable though

Momo however is again being very attentive, asking what that means for Pluton

Crocodile is also listening intently, given his desires for Pluton

And we pan over to Shirahoshi too, since she's also an Ancient Weapon

Vegapunk says that Joy Boy attempted to pass down the Ancient Weapons, which begets the question why? Why encourage the flooding of the world?

Sengoku is stress eating through this too

Vegapunk also points out that there are those who know about the Void Century

Akainu also seems intrigued - in his own angry way - about Vegapunk spilling the deets

As we already knew, Roger's crew know the secrets

The Navy however did not know, freaking out that pirates know

Of course, many of the public are also baffled that 'evil pirates' have been trusted with such information

York is having a freak out too, wondering how Vegapunk could've known that she stole the Mother Flame for the Gorosei

He's apparently a bad liar and actor, so she starts connecting the dots; his surprise at her betrayal, the preparation of the broadcast, the hiding of the snail

Wormy's back, and nah he's just up and eating the CP agents

York hits a brainwave though, the broadcast snail is in the Fabiostratum

The Iron Giant is guarding it!

Back at Sabaody, Vegapunk's broadcast muses why the Roger Pirates kept such information secret? Why fade into hiding?

Rayleigh meanwhile is drinking heavier than usual, accusing Vegapunk of telling the world too much

He doesn't want Vegapunk to take the thrill of knowing away

Oooof, another week break

Well what is that supposed to mean huh?

Lore-wise nothing was really dropped from Vegapunk that we didn't already know, aside that the weapon used on Lulusia was powered partially by the Mother Flame. But it still gives some questions.

Why would Rayleigh be excited about the idea of a flooded planet? Was there more to the Ancient Weapons? If the sea levels rose 200m in the Void Century was Joy Boy behind it? A Sea of Pirates perhaps?

And what's with the Lily poster Imu? You wanted to murder Vivi and yet you have a portrait of her ancestor, an ancestor they criticized to Cobra, in your special little vivarium room?

Kaku and Stussy meanwhile look like they're planning an exit, though I still don't trust Lucci to try and go for the double tap. The question now however is if Kaku will take the out? I know we all want him to but we also wanted Kizaru to turn face and...yeah look where that got us?

Not many super surprising cameos this time, I guess Elizabello II is one, a fellow Grand Fleet Member and King would have stock in learning that a nation was wiped out by the WG. And we got to see Crocodile but no dialogue. Heck we didn't even see any Straw Hats this time! The question on my mind still though is this: why was video needed? What visual does Vegapunk still need to show?

The Iron Giant at least has a purpose now, being the front line for the broadcast snail, but that puts a target on his back, as does being a Roger Pirate now, Buggy's legacy will only grow given how they'll assume that he holds ancient knowledge XD

As usual though, more questions than answers.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Night Lotus

Night Lotus: You are part of the Roger Pirates and have a tendency to keep your cards close, and your heart closer. Your captain schemes to change this when the crew stops at an island to have a vacation.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Younger!Rayleigh x NAMED!Reader

Word Count: ~10.1k

“If you two sea shrimps don’t behave, I’ll throw you in the brig with a week's worth of rations while the rest of the crew enjoys the island!” You snap at the two youngest members of the Roger Pirates. Buggy and Shanks freeze in place mid-squabble, their eyes round with fear. Fear of being left behind, that is.

“No fair!” Buggy complains, his voice rising in pitch as Shanks pulls away from him and straightens up into an orderly apprentice. Smart boy. Buggy, on the other hand, goes crashing to the floor with a loud thud that echoes in the cramped room. His limbs splay out in a dramatic fashion, only adding to the comedic effect of his fall.

“It’ll be fair if you stop picking a fight with Shanks every other minute,” you growl, eyes training on Buggy’s extraneous pout. “You want to be pirates, act like it.”

“But—” your finger jabs into Buggy’s face as you wordlessly cut him off. The sudden movement makes his eyes widen even more, if that were possible.

“Not another complaint or I’m taking away your face paints for the next month.” With that last threat, which certainly drives your point home, leaving Buggy’s mouth wide open in shock, you turn in place and walk out of the apprentice’s bunk room.

You have your own tasks to complete before the Oro Jackson arrives at the vacation island.

As you climb the stairs, you rub your forehead at the growing tension behind your eyes. Those two have been driving you up the walls all week! The sunlight filtering through the deck boards above feels like a small mercy, but there's no time to relish it. The ship needs to be in top shape, and you won't let a couple of squabbling kids throw off the crew's rhythm.

"You need to see Crocus about those headaches of yours," the slow drawl of your captain draws your eye, and you sigh.

"What I need is for Bugs to stop taking everything Shanks says as an insult to his nose. I swear, it's like they're trying to test my god-damned patience Between Buggy's fusses and Shanks' proclivity to look for trouble, it's a wonder I haven't thrown them both overboard." You groan in frustration, rubbing your temples. "I had to resort to threats to get them to stop bickering."

"Threatened them with the brig, did you?" Oh, he knows you so well. Roger begins to laugh at your apparent frustration, the sound echoing across the deck of the Oro Jackson like a rolling wave. Boisterous and energetic.

"I'm not babysitting them if they get into trouble," you grouse at your captain. "This is supposed to be my vacation!" Roger claps his hand on your shoulder, and your headache pulses for a moment under the weight of his touch.

"Come on, Lotus! The boys love you, you are their mother figure!" Roger booms, his voice full of affection as you stagger slightly from his strong grip. Sometimes he forgets how strong he is in comparison to you. "Though you do have a point," Roger then muses, playing with his mustache in contemplation. His eyes brighten, and they sparkle with a mischievous glint. Your stomach sinks. You know that look. "How about this, Lotey! I'll have Spencer babysit the kiddos, and you can spend some quality time on the island!"

You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering what he meant by "quality time," but you don't press further because with your captain, it could literally mean anything. You glance toward the horizon, where the vacation island looms closer with every passing moment. You need your quality time to be solitary at this point!

The scent of saltwater mingles with the crisp tang of the forest as you sit in a worn, wooden chair just a few feet from the beach. The waves crash rhythmically, sending up sprays of foam that glisten in the sunlight. The sun is high, casting shadows that dance across the sand, creating an idyllic scene.

Peace.

You open your book, the one you’ve been saving for a rare moment of peace, and dive into its pages. The camp bustles behind you with the crew's laughter and clatter as they set up tents and prepare meals. Yet you’ve managed to carve out a little oasis for yourself amid all this masculine chaos.

Spencer wrangles Buggy and Shanks near the edge of the clearing. You catch glimpses of Buggy's exaggerated pout and Shanks’ determined attempts to act mature, though his occasional glances at you betray his longing for your attention.

"How's vacation treating you?" Rayleigh’s voice interrupts your solitude. You look up to see him standing there with two drinks in hand. His shirt clings to his well-built frame, slightly damp from a recent dip in the ocean. His strawberry blond hair gleams under the sun, catching the light like threads of silk. Why does he have to look so damn handsome all the time?

You accept the drink he offers, a fruity concoction that the rest of the crew won't even touch. Rayleigh knows you just as well as Roger. “It’s going well, Rayleigh,” you reply, taking a sip. The drink is cold and refreshing, a perfect refreshment from the beating sun.

Rayleigh takes a seat beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. “Looks like Buggy and Shanks aren’t too happy about Spencer watching them.”

“They’ll get over it,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. “I’m on vacation from mother duties.”

Rayleigh chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So stern! You’re scaring me.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “You think they’d listen if I wasn’t?”

“Maybe not,” he admits, taking a long drink from his glass. “Still, it’s nice seeing you take some time for yourself.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "You work too much."

"Sometimes," you agree, your eyes drift back to your book, but you can still feel Rayleigh’s gaze on you. It's hard to focus on the words when he is so close. “I deserve a break,” you mutter more to yourself than him.

“You certainly do,” he says softly, almost too softly for you to hear over the crashing waves.

A few moments go by before Rayleigh leans closer, a playful grin spreading across his face. “You know, I think you enjoy being the stern mother of the crew a bit too much. It’s almost like you don’t want anyone else to have your attention.”

You stiffen slightly but keep your eyes on the book. “Is that so? And here I thought I was just keeping order.”

“Maybe you are, but it’s fun to see you get riled up.” His tone is light, but there’s an undertone that makes your heart beat a little faster. Insufferable man always has to tease you!

You still refuse to look at him. You won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting under your skin. “If by ‘riled up,’ you mean doing my job, then yes.”

Rayleigh chuckles, leaning back again. He sips his drink and then looks out at the horizon, where the sun dips lower in the sky, painting everything in hues of orange and pink.

Peace and quiet settles between you comfortably, though you still can't focus on the words on the page. Rayleigh's presence next to you, how he just causally lounges, limbs sprawled out without a care in the word. Oh he really isn't good for your heart with the way he makes it pitter patter in your chest. Stop ogling Rayleigh, Lotus!

Luckily, Roger soon ambles over, his steps unsteady and his grin wide. He’s got a drink in one hand and seems to be enjoying himself a bit too much. As usual. “Hey! Lotus!” he calls out as if you’re across a crowded room rather than just a few feet away. “Did that headache of yours finally go away?”

You glance at Roger, your patience wearing thin. “Yes, Captain,” you say through gritted teeth. So much for piece and quiet.

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow at this new piece of information. Wonderful, not that Rayleigh is in the loop, you'll never hear the end of it! “Headache? Why didn’t you go to Crocus?”

“They’re just headaches,” you reply with a sigh. You rub your temples again, feeling the dull throb that never really goes away.

Roger plops down next to Rayleigh, his drink sloshing over the side of his glass. “You know,” he says with a conspiratorial wink, “Lotus never entertains advances from anyone on those islands we visit. Makes me think she’s got her eye on someone right here on the crew.”

Your face heats up at Roger's words, but you keep your expression neutral. “Maybe it’s because most of those advances come from drunken fools like you,” you retort.

Rayleigh's eyebrow arches as he watches you closely from behind his round glasses. He knows you're deflecting. You purposefully refuse to look at him.

Roger laughs loudly, clapping Rayleigh on the back. “Oh come on, Lotey! You can’t fool me! Who is it? Is it Spencer? Or maybe Crocus? He is quite the looker. That why you won't see him for your headaches?”

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Roger, your drunk mind is making things up again.”

Roger leans back, propping himself up with one arm as he grins mischievously. "So, Lotey, who is it? Who’s the lucky guy? Or are you keeping him all to yourself because you’re afraid we’ll scare him off?"

You scoff, waving a dismissive hand. “Please, Roger. As if I’d let any of you scare off anyone worth my time.”

Rayleigh chuckles beside you, and the sound sends a ripple of awareness through your body. You shoot him a small glare, catching the way his eyes crinkle with amusement behind his glasses. Damn it. “Roger might have a point, though. We’re all curious,” he says, his tone light but his gaze piercing.

You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks again. “Curiosity killed the cat,” you mutter, taking a sip of your drink to avoid their eyes. "Prepare for death if you want that answer."

Roger laughs louder this time, slapping his knee. “Lotey’s got claws! Come on now, who is it? You can’t keep secrets from us forever.”

“Honestly,” you say, exasperated but trying to keep your voice steady. “There’s no one. I’m too busy keeping this ship afloat and you idiots in line.”

Rayleigh leans closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. The contact is fleeting but enough to make your pulse quicken. “You know,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear over Roger’s laughter. “It’s okay to let someone in once in a while.”

You look at him then, really look at him. His eyes are soft yet probing, and there’s a warmth there that makes your heart skip a beat. Why does he have to be so damn perceptive?

Roger interrupts the moment with another boisterous comment. “I bet it’s Rayleigh! Look at how close you two are sitting!”

Your face heats up again, and you quickly put some distance between yourself and Rayleigh. “Oh please,” you snap, though the words lack their usual bite.

Rayleigh just laughs softly beside you, not moving an inch. He’s enjoying this far too much. “Roger might be onto something,” he says teasingly.

You shoot him a glare that only makes him smile wider. Insufferable man! But there’s no malice in his teasing—just genuine affection that makes it impossible to stay mad.

"Alright, you two," you say, your tone dripping with agitation. "What the hell do you two want from me!?"

Rayleigh leans back in his chair, running a hand through his strawberry blond hair. His face is a picture of innocent amusement, but you know him better than that. “Nothing at all, Lotus. Just enjoying the beach and some good company.”

Roger grins wide enough to show every tooth in his mouth. “You’re too paranoid, Lotey. We’re just having fun.”

You don’t buy it for a second. There’s something they’re not telling you, and it makes your skin itch with unease. The way Rayleigh's eyes sparkle with unspoken words, the slight curl of Roger's lips—it’s all too calculated. Roger may be an idiot, but he's also a smart idiot.

But there really isn't anything you are going to be able to do.

“You know I hate surprises,” you sigh in resignation, the gentle island breeze ruffling your hair around your face.

Roger chuckles, taking a long swig from his drink. “No surprises here! Just some well-deserved relaxation. You should try out one of the hot springs, might help you unwind Lotey, you are to uptight sometimes!” No thanks to you, captain…

Rayleigh raises his glass to you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “To relaxation,” he echoes.

You take a reluctant sip from your drink, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat. The sweetness mingles with the tang of citrus—a pleasant distraction from their duel teasing.

Rayleigh shifts in his seat, drawing your attention back to him. His gaze is softer now, less teasing and more thoughtful. “Lotus,” he begins slowly, “you really should see Crocus about those headaches. You don't need to needlessly suffer.”

You glance at him, noting the genuine worry etched into his features. The creases around his eyes deepen as he waits for your response. His strawberry blond hair catches the dying sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal glow against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"I’m fine, Rayleigh," you reply, attempting to brush off his concern with a casual wave of your hand. The ache behind your eyes tells a different story.

Rayleigh leans forward, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. "Fine? Lotus, you’ve been rubbing your temples all day and this is probably the tenth day in a row. That's not ‘fine.’”

You look away, letting your gaze drift over the beach where Spencer now has Buggy in a headlock while Shanks tries to negotiate his friend's release with exaggerated hand gestures and frantic hops in sand.

"It's just stress," you mutter. "Nothing Crocus can fix."

Rayleigh's hand reaches out and gently cups your chin, turning your face back towards him. The warmth of his touch makes your jaw clench just from how nice his touch feels. “Stress or not, ignoring it won’t make it go away,” he insists softly.

His words hang in the air between you, laden with unspoken concern. You sigh deeply and lower your gaze to the sand at your feet. Each grain glitters in the dying light, reflecting a million tiny suns.

“Alright,” you concede finally. “I’ll talk to Crocus when we get back on the ship.”

Rayleigh’s lips curve into a small smile, and he releases his hold on your chin. “Good,” he says simply.

Roger bursts into laughter beside you, nearly spilling his drink again. “See? That wasn’t so hard!” he exclaims as if he’s been a part of this intimate conversation all along.

You shoot him a look that could freeze seawater but find yourself smiling despite it. Roger’s infectious joy has always had that effect on you. One of the many reasons why you follow him as your captain.

"Maybe Roger should see Crocus too," you suggest lightly, hoping to deflect some attention away from yourself.

Rayleigh chuckles at that and takes another sip from his drink before replying, “I think Crocus would have a heart attack trying to figure out what’s wrong with Roger. It'd be a waste of a perfectly good doctor.”

The three of you share a laugh, and for a moment, the tension eases away like the retreating tide.

Roger slaps Rayleigh on the back again before staggering to his feet. “I’m going for another round! Anyone want anything?”

“Just bring yourself back in one piece,” you request as Roger saunters off toward the makeshift bar some of the crew set up near their tents.

You sit in a quiet corner of the beach, the waves lazily lapping at the shore in a soothing rhythm. The sand is cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the warm, salty breeze that brushes against your skin. You take a deep breath, the scent of salt and seaweed filling your lungs as you watch the crew of the Oro Jackson in various states of drunkenness.

Gaban dances with Spencer, both men stumbling and laughing as they try to keep their balance. Buggy and Shanks are locked in an exaggerated duel, wooden swords clashing with dramatic flourishes that send them both tumbling into the sand. Crocus lounges nearby with a drink in hand, his face flushed with mirth as he watches the antics unfold.

You can’t help but smile at the sight. Despite their rough exteriors and formidable reputations, there’s something endearing about seeing these hardened pirates let loose and enjoy themselves. Your gaze sweeps over the beach, noting Rayleigh's absence. He disappeared sometime after Roger wandered off, and you feel a pang of curiosity mixed with something you don’t quite want to name.

Roger stumbles over to you, his grin wide and eyes sparkling with mischief. “Lotey! This is the perfect time for you to hit those hot springs!” he exclaims, nearly toppling over as he tries to steady himself.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Roger, they’re all way too drunk to be left unsupervised,” you point out.

Roger waves a dismissive hand, almost losing his balance again. “Nonsense! They’re having fun! Besides,” he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “they’re too drunk to get seriously hurt… and we've got Crocus. It'll be fine.”

You hesitate, glancing back at the crew. They do seem blissfully content in their revelry. Maybe Roger’s right—maybe this is your chance to steal a moment for yourself.

“Fine,” you sigh, getting up from your spot in the sand. “But if anything happens—”

“Nothing will happen!” Roger assures you with a wink. “Go on! Enjoy yourself!”

With one last skeptical glance at your crewmates, you make your way towards the secluded hot springs nestled just beyond the beach. The path is lined with tall grass and fragrant flowers that brush against your legs as you walk.

When you step into the clearing, your breath catches in your throat. There’s Rayleigh, completely naked and lounging in the steaming water as if he owns it. His eyes are closed, head resting against a smooth rock as he enjoys what was supposed to be your moment of relaxation.

“Roger!” you seethe under your breath, knowing immediately that this was no coincidence.

Rayleigh's eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. A slow grin spreads across his face when he sees you standing there. “Fancy meeting you here,” he drawls lazily, his grin widening as his eyes take in your flustered state.

Your breath hitches, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Rayleigh, I—" you stammer, words tangling on your tongue. Your gaze darts around, desperately looking for an escape route. The water ripples gently around Rayleigh, the steam rising in soft curls that obscure parts of his toned body. His presence is overwhelming. Okay, it is time for you to leave.

You spin on your heel, intent on fleeing back to the safety of the beach and the chaos of the crew. But before you can take more than a step, you feel a force tugging at you—an invisible hand that halts your retreat.

“Lotus,” Rayleigh’s voice calls out, calm yet commanding. You stop in your tracks, every muscle in your body tense.

You know it’s his Haki. That powerful presence that you’ve felt many times before in battle and training. It holds you there, not with physical force but with sheer willpower.

You try to turn in place, your mind racing with ways to escape this situation. But every attempt to move feels futile against the weight of his Haki. It’s like trying to walk through quicksand—each effort only sinks you deeper.

"Don't run away, Lotus," Rayleigh's voice calls out softly but firmly from the steam-filled spring. "We need to talk."

You grit your teeth, your heart pounding in your chest. Of course he would do this. You try to move, but the weight of his Haki holds you in place. "Rayleigh, let me go," you demand, though your voice wavers slightly.

"I won't," he replies calmly, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Not until we talk about what’s between us."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," you growl beneath your breath, feeling his gaze burning into your back.

"Oh I think you do, flower." Your pulse quickens, not just from anger but from the tension simmering between you two. You turn slowly, facing him again. Rayleigh is lounging in the spring, water lapping at his bare chest. His eyes follow every move you make, and you can see the appreciation in them. You are fully clothed, what exactly is there to appreciate?

"Come on," he coaxes gently, his voice like silk against your skin. "The water’s perfect, and it’s a beautiful night to share the spring."

You feel a flush creep up your neck at his words, but you fight to maintain your composure. "I didn’t come here for this," you say defensively.

"And yet here we are," Rayleigh counters smoothly. "Why not enjoy it?"

You swallow hard, torn between the urge to flee and the pull of his presence. His eyes are dark with intent as they lock onto yours. You take a tentative step closer, feeling the heat from the spring mix with the warmth spreading through your body.

Rayleigh's lips curve into a knowing smile. "There’s no need to be shy," he says softly.

"I'm not shy," you retort, though the tremor in your voice betrays you.

"Prove it," he challenges lightly.

Your breath hitches at his challenge. The weight of his gaze pins you, making escape impossible. Gods fucking damn it! With trembling hands, you start to strip off your shorts, feeling the fabric slide down your legs and pool at your feet. You catch a glimpse of Rayleigh’s approving nod, and it sends a jolt through you. Next, your shirt comes off, revealing your bra. Your fingers fumble with the clasp, but you manage to undo it and let it fall away, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air.

Finally, you slip off your underwear, standing completely naked before him. You cross your arms over your chest instinctively, trying to shield yourself from his intense scrutiny.

Rayleigh's eyes darken with appreciation as he takes in the sight of you. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration.

You scowl at him, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “There. I’m naked. Can I go now?”

Rayleigh shakes his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come now, Lotus. You haven't even enjoyed the water yet.”

With a resigned sigh, you step into the hot spring, the warm water enveloping your legs and creeping up to your waist as you wade deeper. The heat is almost overwhelming after the cool night air, but it feels strangely comforting too. But it still doesn't help you with how fucking fast your heart is beating!

You slink into the water until it reaches your shoulders and glare at Rayleigh across the steam-filled spring. “Happy now?” you ask sarcastically.

Rayleigh snorts in amusement and reaches out for your hand. His fingers wrap around yours firmly but gently, pulling you closer to him through the water.

Before you can protest, he drags you against his body and wraps an arm around your waist. The sensation of his skin against yours sends a rush of warmth through you that has nothing to do with the hot spring.

“You see?” he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing on your skin. “This isn't so bad.”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you feel the solid warmth of Rayleigh’s body so close to yours. The heat from the spring mingles with the warmth radiating from him, making it hard to think clearly. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He feels like a god! No shit, Lotus, you've seen him without a shirt. But you haven't been up close and in his arms while naked.

Rayleigh’s other hand comes up to rest gently on your waist, his fingers splayed out across your skin. “Just relax,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble that you feel more than hear.

Your muscles remain tense, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The rational part of you screams to pull away, to maintain the distance that has always felt safe. But another part—a part that you’ve kept buried for far too long—longs to give in to the comfort of his touch.

“Rayleigh,” you begin, but your voice catches in your throat. His name hangs in the air between you, a bridge spanning the gap between hesitation and desire. Well that bridge feels like it is on fire.

His eyes search yours, filled with understanding and something deeper that makes your pulse quicken. “I know,” he says softly. “It’s not easy for you to let go.”

The words cut through your defenses like a blade, exposing the vulnerability beneath. You bite your lip, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. But Rayleigh’s touch is insistent, his presence undeniable, even his Haki flickers along your skin, trying to lull you into relaxation.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he continues, his thumb brushing lightly against your waist in a motion that sends sparks skittering across your nerves.

A tremor runs through you—not from fear or discomfort but from the raw emotions he pulls from deep within your heart. “I’m not sure I know how,” you admit quietly, the confession slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

Rayleigh’s gaze softens even further, his fingers wrapping around yours in a tighter grasp. “Then let me help,” he whispers, his lips so close to your ear that each word feels like a caress.

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you lean into him just a little more. The tension in your muscles begins to ebb away under his gentle touch, replaced by an unfamiliar sense of safety.

For a moment, neither of you speak; the only sounds are the soft lapping of water and the distant call of seabirds. Rayleigh’s hands move slowly up and down your back, tracing soothing patterns that make it impossible to hold onto any remaining tension. You let out a shaky breath, the warmth of the spring water mingling with the heat of Rayleigh’s body against yours. His hands trace soothing patterns on your back, but you can feel the tension still coiled tight in your chest.

“Lotus,” he murmurs, his voice gentle but insistent. “Please, talk to me.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. The vulnerability you’ve kept buried for so long fights to stay hidden. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rayleigh’s fingers tighten around yours. “Anything,” he says softly. “Just let me in, talk to me. You are way too good at holding your cards to your chest.” You open your eyes, meeting Rayleigh’s calm gaze.

“You’re Rayleigh,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m just Lotus—a glorified babysitter who happens to know about sails.”

Rayleigh’s eyes flash with amusement, and he snorts lightly. “Do you really believe that?” he asks, his tone both challenging and gentle. “Because I’m the first mate and skilled with a sword and Haki, that makes you below me?”

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. Part of you wants to argue, to insist on your perceived inadequacy. But another part—a quieter but insistent voice—urges you to listen.

Rayleigh’s fingers trace light circles on your back as he continues. “Lotus, you’ve been more than just a babysitter to this crew. You’ve been our strength when we were weak, our anchor in every storm. Don’t sell yourself short.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Rayleigh shakes his head slightly. “You are so god-damn stubborn sometimes,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a mixture of frustration and affection.

Before you can fire back a retort for his words, his lips capture yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His mouth is firm and insistent, demanding a response. The warmth of his lips contrasts sharply with the cool night air around you. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. The sensation of his skin against yours sends a wave of heat through you.

You feel his fingers pressing into your skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make their presence known. His grip is possessive, almost desperate, as if he’s afraid you might slip away if he lets go. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you return the kiss with equal fervor.

Rayleigh’s tongue flicks against your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them willingly. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and filled with unspoken need. You can taste the lingering hint of rum on his breath, mingling with the natural saltiness of the sea air.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. The storm of worries that have plagued you for so long disappears until all you can think about is Rayleigh—the warmth of his body against yours, the insistent pressure of his lips, the rough texture of his stubble grazing your skin.

His hands slide lower, coming to rest on your hips before pulling you even closer. You can feel every line of his body pressed against yours—the hard planes of muscle and the slight roughness of scars earned from countless battles. Even the strain of his cock against your belly.

His kiss leaves you breathless, your heart racing as you gasp for air. Rayleigh pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb tracing a slow path across your jawline. His fingers tangle in your damp hair, sending a cascade of tingles down your neck. "You got that, Lotus?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that resonates in your chest.

The heat from the hot spring is nothing compared to the fire that Rayleigh's touch ignites within you. Your face flushes, not just from the steam curling around you both, but from the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words. The taste of his lips. You part your lips, a silent acknowledgment of his question, but the words refuse to come.

Rayleigh's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin with insistent demand. "I need to hear you say it, flower," he insists, his eyes searching yours for a response.

The nickname, paired with the command in his tone, brings a spark of defiance to the surface. "You're being bossy again," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

The corners of Rayleigh's mouth twitch into a lazy smile, his eyes gleaming with unspoken promises. "I haven't even begun to be bossy, Lotus," he replies, the threat—or is it a promise?—hanging in the air between you. His hand slides from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him.

The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you. You whimper as you feel the undeniable proof of his desire pressing harder against your stomach. Your thighs quiver and clench together.

Rayleigh's smile widens at your reaction. He leans in to nuzzle your neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against your skin. "You're the strength that holds this crew together," he murmurs against your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "You're the one who keeps us afloat, even when the sea is against us."

His words wrap around you like a second skin. You close your eyes and let the truth of his statement wash over you. When you open them again, Rayleigh is watching you with an intensity that steals your breath away.

"I... I don't know what to say," you admit, your voice trembling slightly.

Rayleigh's expression softens, and he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face. "Just tell me you understand," he says gently. "Tell me you know how valuable you are—not just to me, but to everyone aboard the Oro Jackson."

The sincerity in his eyes is your undoing. You nod, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "I understand, Rayleigh," you whisper, the words barely audible above the sound of the water lapping at the edges of the spring.

Rayleigh’s grin lights up his face, transforming him into something almost ethereal in the moonlit spring. He closes the distance between you with a hunger that’s palpable, capturing your lips in a kiss that sears through every doubt. You respond instinctively, burying your fingers in his hair and tugging his mouth closer. The strands are surprisingly soft between your fingers, a contrast to the hard planes of his body pressed against yours.

His lips move against yours with a fervent intensity, deepening the connection with every kiss. Rayleigh's hands explore your body with a ravenous hunger, their warmth sending sparks of anticipation racing along your skin. When he cups your breast, you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips. His thumb brushes over your nipple, causing it to harden under his touch.

"Rayleigh," you gasp against his mouth, but he only responds by capturing your lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently. His hand continues its exploration, sliding down your side and tracing the line of your hip before slipping between your thighs.

The sensation of his fingers parting the lips of your cunt is electric. You tremble, clutching his hair tighter as his touch becomes more intimate. His fingers slide against the slick heat of your arousal, and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks through you.

"You're so beautiful," Rayleigh murmurs against your ear, his voice rough with desire. His fingers move with deliberate slowness, exploring every inch of sensitive skin as if memorizing the way you react to him.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he circles your clit with gentle pressure before dipping lower to tease at your entrance. The water of the hot spring feels cool compared to the heat building between your legs.

"Do you like this?" Rayleigh asks, his voice low and filled with need.

"Yes," you breathe out, barely able to form coherent words. "Yes, Rayleigh."

His fingers slip inside you with a smooth glide that makes you arch into him. You cling to him for support as he sets a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your walls clench around his fingers, drawing them deeper as he curls them just right.

Rayleigh's touch is relentless, his fingers working you with a precision that leaves you squirming in his arms. Each movement ignites a new wave of pleasure, the sensations building and intertwining until they become almost unbearable. Your breaths come in short, ragged gasps, mingling with the steam rising from the hot spring.

His other hand remains on your hip, steadying you as your knees threaten to buckle. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Let go, Lotus."

You can feel the tension coiling tighter within you, your body responding to his every command. His thumb brushes over your clit again, adding a new layer of sensation that makes you cry out. The sound echoes in the quiet night, mingling with the distant call of seabirds and the soft lapping of water.

Rayleigh's fingers move faster, each thrust deliberate and unrelenting. The pleasure builds and builds until it's a roaring crescendo that drowns out everything else. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you chase the release that's just out of reach.

"Rayleigh," you gasp, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. Oh, you've never felt anything like this before. "I can't—"

"You can," he insists, nuzzling his lips against your neck. "Let it happen."

His words are your undoing. The coil within you snaps, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing through your body. You shudder violently in his arms, every muscle tensing as the orgasm rips through you. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, all you can do is hold onto him as the world spins.

Rayleigh's fingers slow their relentless pace but continue to move gently within you, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure until you're left trembling and spent in his arms. He gathers you close, holding you upright as your legs refuse to support you.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" he teases lightly, his lips moving to brush against your temple.

Rayleigh's words hang in the air, a playful challenge that you find both infuriating and endearing. You open your mouth to retort, but the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your veins leave you mute. Instead, you huff out a breath and glare at him, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.

With a soft chuckle, Rayleigh leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "I'll take that as a compliment," he murmurs, the vibration of his voice against your skin sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

Before you can muster a response, Rayleigh's arms slide beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the water. A surprised gasp escapes your lips, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you out of the hot spring. The cool night air caresses your damp skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Rayleigh sets you down gently on a bed of soft grass, the dew-covered blades cool against your back. The stars twinkle overhead, their light reflecting the anticipation in his eyes as he kneels between your legs. The sight of this powerful man, stripped bare and poised above you, is almost too much to bear.

"Lotus," he begins, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within your chest. "There are a thousand ways I've imagined loving your body. Each one more exquisite than the last."

As he speaks, Rayleigh's hands trace the contours of your curves, his touch reverent and unrushed. His fingers glide over your collarbone, down the slope of your breasts, and across the gentle swell of your stomach. Each caress sends ripples of pleasure radiating through you, stoking the embers of desire that never truly extinguished.

"I've longed to explore every part of you," he confesses, his gaze following the path of his hands. "To learn what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you sob my name as you shatter beneath me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart pounding wildly as you process his words. You're laid bare before him—not just physically, but emotionally. It's terrifying and yet, somehow, you want more.

Rayleigh's hands continue their exploration; his thumbs brush against your nipples, coaxing them into tight buds. The sensation shoots straight up your spine, causing you to arch your back and dig your heels into the grass.

"So responsive," he murmurs approvingly, eyes darkening with desire. "I wonder, Lotus... will you be this eager when my cock is buried deep inside you?"

"Rayleigh!" You hiss his name out loud now with cheeks aflame from the pure explicitness of his words. He smirks at you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"What? You can't expect me to hold back my thoughts when we're in private now can you?" The explicitness of his words sends a jolt of electricity straight to your cunt. You can feel yourself growing slick with need; every nerve ending in your body seems to be on high alert.

Rayleigh's fingers slide downwards; they trail over the curve of your hip before slipping between your thighs. He parts them with ease and dips two fingers into the wet heat waiting for him there. The sensation makes you moan loudly.

"You're already so wet for me," he murmurs with satisfaction as his fingers explore further.

Your hips move on their own accord; they rock forward to meet his hand in desperate need for more friction. Rayleigh responds by adding another finger inside; he thrusts them rhythmically while using his thumb to circle around your clit expertly. Oh, no, no, no. He isn't the only one allowed to touch!

“What? You can't expect me to hold back my thoughts when we're in private now do you?” Rayleigh's words send a sharp jolt straight to your core. The explicitness of his statement makes you ache with need, your body responding instantly to his provocations.

His fingers glide down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping between your thighs. He parts you easily, his touch sure and commanding as he dips two fingers into the slick heat waiting for him. The sensation pulls a loud moan from your lips.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmurs, satisfaction clear in his voice as his fingers delve deeper.

Your hips move instinctively, rocking forward to meet his hand, desperate for more friction. Rayleigh answers your silent plea by adding another finger, thrusting them rhythmically while his thumb circles your clit like he already knows what places to stroke to elicit the best sensations. The pleasure builds rapidly, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

But you’re not content to let him have all the control. You reach out, your hands exploring the firm planes of his chest, delighting in the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. Your fingers trail lower, tracing the 'V' of his hips and brushing through the coarse hair just above his erection before wrapping around his throbbing cock. He’s hard and hot in your hand, pulsing with a need that mirrors your own.

Rayleigh groans at your touch, his head falling back as he savors the sensation. When he looks at you again, his eyes are blazing with hunger. “You’re playing with fire, Lotus,” he warns, voice strained.

“Good,” you reply, squeezing him gently. “Maybe it’s time we both get burned.”

His intense gaze holds you captive as you continue to stroke him, feeling the power you wield over his desire. The island around you fades away, leaving only the two of you entwined in this moment of raw passion. Rayleigh’s breaths grow heavier with each exhale, every sound a symphony of the effect you have on him. You revel in the control, knowing that you can bring this legendary pirate to his knees—or at least close enough.

Rayleigh’s hips thrust into your hand as he matches the rhythm of your strokes with the movements of his fingers inside you. The pleasure builds between you both, a palpable tension that threatens to consume you entirely.

“Lotus,” he growls out your name, a plea and command wrapped into one.

You respond by tightening your grip on him and increasing the pace of your strokes. His response is immediate—hips bucking against your hand as a low groan escapes him.

His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that spot that sends explosions of pleasure behind your eyes. Your moans intertwine with his, creating an erotic symphony that drives you both closer to the brink.

Suddenly, he captures your wrist, halting your movements. His grip is firm yet gentle, a silent command to stop. “Enough teasing,” he warns, lowering himself until your faces are mere inches apart. “I need to be inside you.”

He entwines his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the grass on either side of your head. The weight of his body presses against yours, the heat of his skin searing into you. You can feel the insistent press of his erection against your thigh, mirroring the aching need inside you.

Rayleigh's lips crash onto yours in a demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless. You kiss him back fiercely, tongues battling in a passionate duel that sends jolts of desire through every nerve.

“Please,” you whisper against his mouth before you can stop yourself. The word slips out, driven by the emptiness only he can fill.

Rayleigh pulls back slightly, eyes searching yours with a knowing glint. “Please, what?” he murmurs, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Rayleigh,” you groan in frustration and need. You arch your hips, trying to close the distance between your bodies, but he holds you firmly in place.

“Say it, Lotus,” he commands softly, breath fanning across your lips. “Tell me what you want.”

You swallow hard, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The words catch in your throat, but you force them out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I want you. Inside me. Now."

A low growl rumbles in Rayleigh's chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire. He releases your hands, sliding his palms down your arms before tangling his fingers with yours once more. His hips shift, the broad head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance.

You hold your breath, every muscle in your body tensing in anticipation. Rayleigh's gaze never leaves yours as he slowly begins to push inside you, stretching you open with exquisite patience. The sensation of being filled is intense, almost overwhelming, and you can't suppress the whimper that escapes your lips as he sinks deeper.

As Rayleigh's lips claim yours, you feel the slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, the thick length of his cock pushing into you with a maddening patience that makes you ache for more. His hands, still entwined with yours, press into the grass beside your head, his weight supported by his elbows as he cradles you beneath him.

The stretch is exquisite, a sweet burn that radiates from your core and spreads through your body like wildfire. You can feel every ridge, every vein of his hardness as he fills you completely, the sensation so intense that it borders on pain. But it's a pain you welcome, a pleasure so profound that it leaves you gasping into his mouth.

You squirm and tremble beneath Rayleigh, overwhelmed by the sensations of his thick cock filling your body. He isn’t moving yet, letting you adjust to his size, but the fullness is almost too much to bear. Your body tightens around him involuntarily, trying to accommodate the stretch, and you gasp into his mouth.

Rayleigh squeezes your hands tighter, his fingers still wrapped with yours above your head. His lips move against yours with an urgency that leaves you breathless, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth in a dance that’s as intimate as the connection between your bodies.

“Rayleigh,” you whisper against his lips, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze burning with intensity. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice rough with restraint.

You nod quickly, needing more than words can express. “Yes. Please, move.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest again as he begins to grind his hips against yours. The coarse hair at the base of his cock brushes against your sensitive clit with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through you. You whimper and buck beneath him, unable to control the reactions of your own body.

Rayleigh’s hips roll slowly at first, the friction building in a way that makes you ache for more. Each grind pushes him deeper inside you, stretching and filling you in ways that leave you gasping for breath. The sensation is overwhelming—a mix of burning pleasure and an insatiable need for release.

“Lotus,” he murmurs against your lips, the sound of your name like a caress. “You feel so perfect.”

His words make you clench around him even tighter, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. The pressure of his body against yours is almost unbearable; the heat of him searing into you with every thrust. His pubic hair brushes against your clit again and again, each stroke making your hips twitch and cunt clench.

You arch up into him, seeking more of that delicious friction. “Rayleigh,” you gasp out between ragged breaths. “I need… I need…”

"Let's not rush this, my beautiful night lotus," Rayleigh whispers, his breath warm against your lips.

He continues to move with deliberate slowness, each grind of his hips sending a wave of sensation through you. His pelvis presses firmly against yours again, creating a delicious friction that makes your toes curl. The muscles of his abdomen ripple against your stomach with every thrust, a constant reminder of his strength and control.

Your bodies move in a synchronized rhythm, the slow, steady pace building an unbearable tension. Rayleigh's lips find yours again, his kiss both demanding and tender. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he can't get enough of you.

Your hands remain intertwined above your head, his grip firm around yours. Every squeeze of his fingers reassures you that he's right there with you, sharing in this intense connection.

"Rayleigh," you gasp against his lips, your voice a mixture of need and gratitude. "Oh gods… don't stop."

He groans softly in response, his hips picking up the pace just a fraction. The change is subtle but enough to make you moan louder, the increased friction driving you closer to the edge.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to feel you fall apart beneath me."

His words send a surge of heat through you, and you arch your back, pressing your breasts against his. The sensation of your hardened nipples brushing against his skin only heightens your arousal.

Rayleigh's thrusts become more insistent, each movement precise and deliberate. His pelvis grinds against yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The rough hair at the base of his cock grazes your clit with each thrust, igniting waves of pleasure that ripple through your body.

Your breaths come in short gasps as the pressure builds within you. You can feel yourself teetering on the brink of release, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"Rayleigh," you gasp out again, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm so close."

"I know," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me."

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. Your body tenses as the orgasm crashes through you, waves of pleasure radiating from your core. You cry out his name as your inner walls clamp down around him, drawing him deeper inside you.

Rayleigh groans loudly as he feels you tighten around him, his own release following quickly after yours. He buries himself deep inside you with one final thrust, filling you completely as he spills into you.

You whimper sharply, your entire body shaking violently as Rayleigh's seed fills you. The sensation is overwhelming, a liquid heat spreading through your cunt and spreading throughout your belly. Each pulse of his release triggers aftershocks of pleasure that ripple through your sensitive body.

For a moment, the only sounds are the ragged cadence of your breathing and the distant call of the sea. Rayleigh collapses onto his elbows, his forehead resting against yours as he struggles to regain his composure. Your eye flutter as you look into his soft and affection gaze.

"Lotus," he whispers, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. "My beautiful, strong night Lotus."

"Why do you call me that?" you ask softly, curiosity laced with the lingering haze of passion. "A night lotus?"

Rayleigh lifts his head slightly, brushing some wet and sweaty hair from your forehead. His touch is gentle, reverent even. He looks at you with those intense eyes, the same eyes that have seen countless battles and untold adventures.

"The lotus blooms in the dark," he begins, his voice a soothing murmur. "It thrives where others falter, its beauty unmatched even in the blackest night."

You blink up at him, the weight of his words sinking in. It's not just a nickname; it's an acknowledgment of your strength, your resilience. In this moment, beneath the stars and wrapped in each other's warmth, you feel seen in a way you've never felt before.

Rayleigh's thumb traces the curve of your cheek, his eyes softening. "You remind me of that flower," he continues. "No matter what life throws at you, you stand tall and bloom brilliantly."

You can't help but roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "Sappy much, Ray?" you tease, your voice a soft murmur in the quiet night.

He just chuckles at your words, the sound rich and warm, oh so delicious. "I'm allowed to be sappy with my woman," he retorts, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, sending tingles of pleasure across your body.

You stare up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you acknowledge the depth of your feelings for this man. With the stars as your witness, you realize you're irrevocably in love with Silvers Rayleigh. And in this moment of vulnerability and tenderness, you want more—need more.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you roll Rayleigh onto his back, his surprised grunt music to your ears. Straddling his waist, you feel the heat of his body beneath yours, the firm planes of his chest pressing against your thighs. His refractory period be damned; you're not done with him yet.

His hands come up to cradle your hips, a question in his eyes as he gazes up at you. But you silence any doubts with a searing kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his own. His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you closer as he responds to your hungry demands with equal fervor.

Your hands explore the contours of his chest, fingers tracing the defined muscles and the smattering of gray hair that only adds to his rugged appeal. You grind against him, feeling the evidence of his returning arousal pressing against your wetness.

"Flower," he grunts, breaking the kiss to look up at you with a mix of surprise and desire. His hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts and teasing the taut peaks with his thumbs. The sensation shoots straight to your core, causing you to moan and arch into his touch.

"I want you, Ray," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "All of you."

A low growl rumbles in his chest, his eyes darkening with lust. "You have me, Lotus," he assures you, his grip on your breasts tightening just enough to elicit a gasp from your lips. "Every part of me."

You lean down, your lips trailing along the strong column of his neck. The taste of salt and the musk of his skin flood your senses as you scrape your teeth along his pulse. His reaction is immediate—his cock twitches and hardens beneath you, and you suck in a breath at the sensation.

Rayleigh's smirk is both feral and amused. "Round two, flower?" he teases, but the raw desire in his voice betrays his own need.

You shift your hips, carefully aligning yourself with his erect and weeping cock. Taking shuddering breaths, you slowly sink down onto him, feeling every inch stretch and fill you. Rayleigh's hands rest on your hips, guiding you gently. "Go slow," he murmurs, his voice a soothing command. "You'll be taking me deep."

You bite your lip, the sensation almost overwhelming as you gradually take him bit by bit. The fullness is exquisite, a sweet ache that leaves you gasping. Rayleigh watches you intently, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper—something that makes your heart pound even harder.

Once he's fully seated inside you, you pause for a moment, letting your body adjust to the intense stretch. The heat of him inside you is almost too much to bear, but it also ignites a fire within you that demands more.

Slowly, you begin to move, lifting yourself up before sinking back down in a deliberate rhythm. Each descent takes him deeper, hitting spots inside you that make stars burst behind your eyes. Your hands rest on his chest for support, fingers digging into the firm muscle as pleasure courses through you.

"That's it," Rayleigh groans, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Just like that."

Your movements grow more confident as the pleasure builds, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. The friction is perfect—each thrust sends waves of ecstasy radiating through your body. You ride him with increasing fervor, lost in the sensation of being utterly consumed by him.

Rayleigh's own control begins to slip; his hips buck up to meet yours in a primal rhythm that drives both of you wild. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and breathless moans fill the night air, creating a symphony of passion.

You feel the tension coil tightly within you, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. "Rayleigh," you gasp out his name as the climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses around him, walls clenching tightly as you're reduced to a quivering mess atop him.

Rayleigh's thrusts grow erratic; he bucks his hips up into you a few more times before finding his own release with a guttural groan. His cock pulses inside you as he fills you with his seed yet again.

Spent and trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, you collapse onto his chest. Rayleigh wraps his arms around you possessively, refusing to let go even as both of your breaths slowly even out.

"Stay," he murmurs into your hair, holding you close with an almost desperate tenderness. "Sleep here with me."

You nod weakly, unable to find the words to express the depth of your contentment. His hands trace gentle patterns along your back, the warmth of his touch lulling you into a state of blissful relaxation. Every rise and fall of his chest beneath you feels like a lullaby, soothing your tired muscles.

Rayleigh refuses to let you off his chest, making you sleep on him with his cock still buried in your cunt. It twitches occasionally against your sensitive walls, sparking up more bursts of pleasure.

"You're not going anywhere," he mutters softly, his voice a honeyed whisper that sends warmth flooding through you. "Not while I've got you like this."

You can only hum in agreement, your body too spent to do much more than nestle closer into his embrace. The roughness of his beard grazes your forehead as he presses a kiss there, and you smile against his skin.

"You know," he begins, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "The brats are going to wonder where you've gone."

"Let them wonder," you reply sleepily, the thought of Shanks and Buggy's antics bringing a small smile to your lips. "They'll manage for one night."

Rayleigh chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest and into your body. "True enough," he agrees, tightening his hold on you slightly as if to emphasize his point. "Besides," Rayleigh continues after a moment, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I want to enjoy having you all to myself for as long as I can before those two take all of your attention again. You really are like a mother to them…"

You giggle softly, the sound mingling with the night air. "Those two brats keep me on my toes, that's for sure." Your fingertips press on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. "They have a knack for getting into trouble."

Rayleigh's hands caress your back gently, his touch warm and reassuring. "They're lucky to have you looking out for them," he murmurs. "We all are."

"You know," you say after a while, your voice laced with playful exasperation, "you need to remind me to smack Roger in the head in the morning for pulling this stunt."

Rayleigh's chuckle vibrates through his chest, sending a pleasant hum through your body. "I'll make sure to do that," he promises, amusement coloring his tone. "Though knowing Roger, he'll probably be too hungover to even notice."

You can’t help but laugh too, imagining Roger's subdued reaction to your reprimand. With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer into Rayleigh's embrace, letting the warmth of his body and the rhythmic beating of his heart lull you into a state of drowsy relaxation.

"Sleep well," Rayleigh whispers against your hair, pressing one last gentle kiss to your forehead. You fall asleep fast, cradled in the warmth of his embrace.

Date Published: 8/15/24

Last Edit: 8/14/24

Rayleigh Masterlist

[a1lsunday]

*WANTED CONNECTIONS MASTERLIST/WISHLIST ( OC EDITION ) ;

clover d. iselda ---

more marine interactions; canons, ocs, you name it. i think some primary ones i'm eager to see her interact with would be: garp, koby, sengoku, tashigi, and smoker. but, really just anyone!

also, she herself is a captain so i do wanna see some captain / subordinate ineractions? i don't know if there are many marine ocs that would be a subordinate to her, but i want to explore what she would be like as a superior.

vergo. oh god, i can't say it would end well for her and it wouldn't be purely antagonistic, but yeah. this one would be so interesting.

more antagonistic relationships in general. in any verse of hers. forced to work together, enemy coworkers, i don't trust you but i trust you with my life, any type of relationship that isn't very friendly or straight up enemies.

for her shipwright verse, i'd love to write with a franky. i think that she really admires him, not in a fan type way, in a --- you're a cool, solid guy way. (also any of the other shipwrights and cp agents that were undercover).

kazumi haru ---

anyone from the akazaya nine !

the ship he stowed away on when he ran away from home. could be pirate crew, mercenaries, marines, etc.!

any plots set during the wano arc

possibly baroque works plots!

boldly going to say i ship him and robin, so if there are any interested robin writers... please call me.... (obviously, we can test for chemistry and nothing is set in stone, no pressure < 33)

nina liu ---

any underworld type muses ! or crime family type muses from the op verse. they could be business partners, alliances (temporary / betrayal also v much interested ), rivals, straight up enemies.

more cipher pol interactions for her cp specific verse! field mission, having her do a fitting for your muse, blackmailing her, a fun little gossip sesh, what have you.

interactions with the vinsmoke family!

otorobashi akai ---

any strawhat interactions! most wanted; luffy because a little captain vs. captain action would be cool. akai is super curious about this little guy.

any golden era pirates like roger, rayleigh, whitebeard, oden, kaido, and their crews. of course, ocs of this era as well!!

the marine that's out to finally capture this menace. a little cat and mouse plot would be cool. even a cipher pol agent or a bounty hunter!

rival pirate crews, temporary allied pirate crews, betrayals! just pirate dynamics.... please.

quetzal d. luna ---

any strawhat interactions! she would adore them. she's just the type of funky land humans that she'd want to be friends with.

really, any interactions in general! nothing too serious for her just because i think i want to establish some fun dynamics for this muse first before doing anything very dramatic or serious.

zephyr ---

any nami's that are interested in an older brother! obviously, i'm down for the needed plotting for this. i don't have anything set in stone as to how they meet again or under what circumstances. just that they were separated during the war on their home island.

any revolutionary army muses! he was rescued by the revo army in my canon and then later on, seeks them out to join them.

mentor/mentee relationship with him as the mentee! open to any capacity.

fight threads! whether fighting against each other or together.

zhi hua ---

because she's on akai's crew, all that was mentioned for his applies to her too!

**NOTE: any original characters, such as ocs that are strawhats, are counted, of course when i say i want strawhat connections.

[naviculariis]

Actually I'm gonna ramble about which of my muses would be Gods.

Gods: Luffy, Nami, Kidd, Iceberg, Blueno, Lucci, Shanks, Benn ( gifted Godhood by Shanks ), Mihawk, Crocodile, Shakky, Rayleigh, Cobra

Demigods: Sanji, Kaku, Kalifa, Ikkaku, Vivi

Humans: Izou, Paulie, Wire, Portgas Rouge ( Fell for a God, Roger. ), Boa ( High Priestess ), Thatch, Killer

Spirits: Shachi = Nøkk ( Artic Variant), Penguin = Selkie, Smoker = Fae?? Maybe?? To be decided, Heat = Nøkk ( Desert Variant ) + their pup Dive

+ OCs below the cut.

Fujihara Family would be a group of demigods, I think. MAYBE a few humans? Certainly snake themed, regardless. Ayame would be based around Fuwa; Mizuki would be based around Xiangliu. Suma may be the only Demigod?

Vasille, God of Death [ not the Dead, not Hades. Death, akin to Thanatos. ]

Astoria: literally still a Wyvern.

Malekai: God ( derogatory )

[searunes]

tag drop: SPENCER.

Spencer ( general )

Spencer ( visage )

Spencer ( IC )

Spencer ( headcanon )

Spencer ( aesthetic )

Spencer ( musings )

Spencer ( loved ones )

( ch. roger )

( ch. rayleigh )

( ch. roger pirates )