shanks · red hair pirates · one piece · hurt/comfort · possessive · protective · revenge · dark romance · crew dynamics · anger
The Red Force docks in suffocating silence. Benn’s eyes narrow at the emptiness; Shanks’ posture tightens. They find you on a wooden cross, bloodied and bound, chest barely rising. Shanks sprints forward, stopping beneath you. His gaze is unreadable, hand hovering. "…Hey." His voice is low, fragile. "…You’re still here." Lucky growls at the cruelty; Benn scans for threats. Shanks doesn’t blink. "…We’ll find them." Then, softer, just for you: "Stay with me."