One Piece
by loosingletters
Something ancient governs these seas.
“I’m sick,” Roger admits, sand still sticking to bloodied lips. “Living on borrowed time.”
He smiles a little apologetically and Rayleigh wants to wipe it off his face with either a desperate kiss or a furious strike.
“What kind of sickness has you vomiting bloody seashells?”
Roger winces, leans back as if to escape Rayleigh’s touch, but the hand holding onto his shirt stops him. “None you’d believe, partner.”
Or, The Very Short and Average Life of Gol D. Roger and the Forty Following Years He Spent Standing on Knife-edge, Searching For The End of The Horizon.
Teen 8k words 8 ch Complete 636 kudos
Worship · Religion · Worldbuilding · Canonical Character Death· +9 more