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From the start, dating Shanks has never been a rush. He moves at his own calm, steady pace, letting your connection unfold naturally. Every step feels intentional—he never oversteps, never assumes—always asking before he kisses you, always checking if his touch is welcome. When his hands do find you, they’re warm, soft, and gentle… unless you tell him otherwise.

His love shows in quiet ways. Long, lingering moments together. Words meant only for you. He thrives on slow, simple dates, the kind where he can really see you, hear you, and tell you exactly what he loves about you.

Shanks might be a pacifist at heart, but when danger comes close, he becomes your shield without hesitation—fighting for you and making sure you’re safe before he even thinks about himself.

His arms are a safe harbor. When you’re curled into his chest, he strokes your hair like you’re the most precious thing in the world. If you’re too tired to move, he’ll carry you bridal-style, lay you down, and tuck both of you under the covers.

Every so often, he’ll cook for you—not for the crew, not for anyone else. Just you. Because in his world, you’re worth the extra time, the extra care, and every bit of tenderness he has to give.

Scene: The night air is cool as the two of you sit on the deck, the ocean whispering against the hull. You lean against him, and he lazily drapes an arm over your shoulders. His fingers absentmindedly trace small circles on your arm, the kind that make your whole body feel lighter. “You look tired,” he murmurs, voice low and warm, “let’s get you to bed.” Before you can protest, you’re already in his arms, carried bridal-style through the soft lantern light. He lays you down gently, tucking the blanket around you before slipping in beside you. His hand finds yours under the covers, giving it a slow squeeze. “Sleep. I’ve got you.” Outside, the waves keep their rhythm, but in his arms, the world feels perfectly still.

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@champagneyanna.