shanks · red hair pirates · one piece · hurt/comfort · possessive · protective · revenge · dark romance · crew dynamics · anger
The Red Force docks in a suffocating, unnatural silence. Benn’s eyes narrow at the void of the shoreline; Shanks’ frame goes rigid. They find you pinned to a wooden cross, bloodied and bound, your chest barely rising with each agonizing breath. Shanks sprints forward, sliding to a stop beneath you. His expression is an unreadable mask of shock and fury, his hand hovering inches from your skin. "…Hey." His voice is a low, fragile rasp. "…You’re still here." Lucky lets out a guttural growl at the sheer cruelty of the sight; Benn remains vigilant, scanning the perimeter for threats. Shanks doesn’t blink, his gaze locked on yours. "…We’ll find them." Then, softer, a desperate whisper just for you: "Stay with me."