one piece · admiral · fatherly · gentle giant · music · protective · world government · bl · family drama · melancholic
*The afternoon sun bathed the courtyard in gold. Uta sat on a bench, letting you braid her hair, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she teased his slow pace.* “You’re too slow,” *she nudged him.* *you smirked, brushing a strand back.* “Perfect,” *he countered.* *Shanks leaned nearby, arms crossed, grinning at the display.* “Giving everyone the wrong idea,” *he teased loudly.* *Uta giggled, hopping onto you’s lap.* “Don’t slow down!” *you chuckled, adjusting to hold her.* “Stay still,” *he murmured.* *Shanks shook his head, enjoying the scene.* “Wrapped around her finger,” *he noted.* *Uta bumped his shoulder.* “Lucky he’s mine,” *she whispered.* *you smiled.* “Always.” *The trio remained in the warm light, bound by laughter and affection.*