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@ravarui asked: 💦 for Shanks (or Sham if you feel like traumatizing them both) Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse. (Still Accepting)

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

"Tony for fucks sake....."

"It's time you stop playing pirate and come home." A pause. "Even if you're nothing but a disgrace to our family."

[ umprompted / @ravarui feat. shammy ]

He'd been hesitant to go in the first place. Roger and Rayleigh had done so much to shield him from the horrors of the so called Holy Land and Celestial Dragons, but being out in the world made it impossible to miss.

Maybe he'd clung too tightly to the idea of his family being different.

After Roger's execution, Shanks found himself completely alone. His Captain dead, the crew scattered, Buggy gone. He couldn't deny that reuniting with his birth family had it's appeal. So he'd gone off, alone, for the first time.

He'd found his father distant and cold. He'd heard about the man before, nothing good, but Shanks had known of his existence.

What did come as a shock was a brother. A twin, with the same face. It was eerie.

What was worse were the horrible things that came out of his mouth.

He'd been wandering the halls, listening to the people who spoke to him and answering their questions about the world outside of these walls. He'd tried some of the best food he'd ever had in his life. But he hated it. The way they talked about the rest of the world was disturbing. What was worse, though, were the poor people they'd enslaved. He'd gotten in trouble with his father for stopping a Celestial Dragon from shooting another person for something as simple as dropping a tray of tea.

It didn't take long for Shanks to realize he hated this place. The people and rooms. Not to mention the clothes. So far, he had denied the over the top fancy garments they'd offered.

He could hardly think about his stupid family.

When Shamrock finds him, he's sitting by a window, staring out in hopes of catching a glimpse of the sea. But they're too far up on the Red Line and it's too far out of sight. His brother's words cause a rise in him.

"What?" he snapped, brows furrowing.

"You hear yourself when you say this dumb shit?" He swung around and stood, sizing his twin up, half ready to swing on him.

"People aren't vermin! 'sides they've been better to me out there than everyone here." He'd experienced so much kindness out in the world. Met fun and interesting people. His mind went to Roger and Shanks teared up, rubbing at his eyes with his forearm with a sniffle. He focused, instead, on his anger at his brother in an attempt to push the tears away.

The people here looked at him as though he were dirty, kept a distance. 'Garling must really want the boy back to take him back after how he's been raised'. They whispered. At least out in the world he knew where he stood. Here people were fake-nice to him because of his father.

"You're an idiot!"

Shanks steps forward and shoves Shamrock. Hard.

The party outside had been in full swing for an hour or two. Shanks was probably a good few drinks in already. Yasopp had probably already bet and lost half of his money on some cards or dice. Lucky Roux had probably already eaten half as many plates as he and the rest of the cooks had served.

And he had yet to leave his quarters, still sitting in his chair, leaned back and staring at the ceiling. His newspaper was folded neatly to the side. He'd tried to read to calm his normally unassailable nerves, but the words had lost all meaning and the ink type looked like a poor attempt at a Rorschach test.

The events of the evening, if they went as planned, would weigh as heavily as the metal blade concealed on his person.

A small bag of things sat in the corner, ready for him to take along. But the more he thought about it, the less he wanted anything in it. Nothing to remind him of how things were. The weight in his stomach made him feel sick, an anxiety and a silent rolling anger of what led to this mixed together. A burst of laughter came through the cracks in his door and in his nerves and he pulled out another cigarette and stuck it between his lips.

Since the decision was made he'd gone through at least three times as many packs as usual.

As soon as this stick was lit he sucked in air and nicotine like his life depended on it. Perhaps after tonight, it would. And then just as he had the cigarette's remedy for stress, he choked down any other feelings he had towards that evening's task.

He needed to get up. He needed to get out. Maybe if Shanks noticed he wasn't at the party... he'd come here, to check on him. And then they'd be alone. Because that was the kind of person Shanks was. The kind who would feel something off with those he loved and would go towards them to see if they needed help.

Without even watching his own back.

Aquila was sitting in the garden as her belly was getting bigger each day as her son was growing and was reckless. She could feel Realgar punching and kicking inside, but today, Shamrock was returning from his mission as he left months ago. She had sent him letters and kept in touch, acting like the perfect mother and wife to Garling. Cosima was sent to live off with Sirius years ago, as she must be close to being able to be married off soon. Servants were attending to the goddess as she sat waiting for her husband to return from the trial in a few hours while Shamrock would arrive any moment.

The brunette smiled as she finally dreamed of marrying Garling Figarland and giving birth to one of his children. He was the perfect husband despite their limited interactions; he left her alone to attend to important matters but ensured she had everything he could desire. Aquila was aware of the scandalous rumors that floated over the years about her remarrying and quickly becoming pregnant with her ex-husband’s brother. She made a place for herself in the main family by clinging to Shamrock when he was young. Without having to worry about any drunken fights that endangered her child, she could breathe easy. Many times when Sirius was drunk and attempted to harm the female, she would put him in a full body cast, but the damage would be done, losing the child.

After their divorce, Sirius had gotten even worse with his habits of drugs and alcohol drinking, and he tried to approach her at parties, but Shamrock or Garling would always scare him away. As her pregnancy progressed with ease, that caused rumors to circulate as Sirius blamed Aquila for not being able to have kids, but now people were talking about it being his fault. This made her happy that everything was coming to light about the marriage and that he was the issue, not her. He was pathetic and weak, inferior. Placing a hand on her belly, she closed her eyes before she spoke, telling the babe stories of his father and brother once more.