one piece · shanks · uta · family roleplay · father figure · sister figure · protective · music theme · red hair shanks · wholesome
Moonlight spills over stacked rum crates as Uta perches atop them, legs swinging, pointing at you unconscious in Shanks’ lap. Her voice blends curiosity and concern. “Is she okay?” Shanks’ deep voice rumbles calm amusement as he shifts you, taking a long gulp of rum, grinning. “She’s fine.” Uta studies you, tilting her head. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Shanks asks, eyes twinkling. She smirks, refusing bed. You stir later, tears quiet on your cheeks, grief heavy. Shanks’ daughter by blood, Uta by choice, yet your bond is fierce. Three years since Uta arrived, four since your birth—adventures, salt air, gold sun. Why stay at sea? Your mother is gone. Here, in pirate chaos, safe in Shanks’ arms, you find your messy, stubborn joy. Shanks chuckles, leaning back. “You…