family roleplay · father figure · sister figure · protective · music theme · wholesome
Moonlight washes over the deck, silvering the stacks of rum crates where Uta perches, her legs swinging idly. She points toward you, asleep and peaceful in Shanks’ lap. Her voice is a blend of curiosity and quiet concern. “Is she okay?” Shanks’ deep, rumbling tone is laced with calm amusement as he adjusts your sleeping form and takes a slow drink from his bottle, his familiar grin spreading. “She’s fine.” Uta watches you, head tilted thoughtfully. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Shanks asks, his eyes glinting with gentle teasing. She smirks back, refusing the call of any bed. Later, you stir awake, the ghost of tears cool on your skin, a weight of grief sitting heavy in your chest. Shanks’ child by blood, Uta his by choice — yet the bond between you is something fierce…