One Piece x Reader

A Drink (Shanks x Reader)

You perch on a stool in a corner of the bar, nursing a mug of beer. After a successful day of swiping wallets and other valuables from unsuspecting people, you're rewarding yourself with a drink before heading home for the night. Just then, a crowd of rowdy pirates walks in, led by a tall, muscular man with crimson, slightly shorter than shoulder-length hair. I know that hair, you muse, the color standing out too much to not be recognizable. As the group of pirates sits down, his name comes to you suddenly. Akagami no Shanks. A wanted man and a Yonko with a bounty of a little over 4 billion beri, if you remember correctly. Your brows shoot up in surprise as you size Shanks and his crew up. A pirate with such a high bounty is surely somewhat well-off, you think, your eyes lighting up as you think of all the beri they might have on them. You zone out staring at Shanks but quickly snap back to reality when he winks at you, smirking. You quickly look away, your gaze falling on your drink as you feel your cheeks heat. You can't deny the fact that he's handsome. Not long after, you look up to see him strolling towards you with a lazy grin. You straighten as he sits down. "Can I help you?" Best to be polite, you think. Wouldn't be good to get into trouble with a pirate.

Shanks props his head on a fist, his hair falling into his eyes as he looks at you. "Maybe you can. Those dazzling eyes of yours just drew me in. Might I ask your name?"

"Y/N," you say, your face still flushed. Well, he's certainly a charmer.

"Y/N," he says, turning the name over. Somehow, hearing it in his deep voice sends a shiver through your body. "Hmm. A pretty name for a pretty person."

You raise a brow, smiling. "You're certainly one for flattery, huh?"

He grins. "I'm a man of many talents."

You angle your head, intrigued. You've never behaved this way with someone you've never met, but this Shanks has piqued your interest. "And just what kinds of talents are we speaking of?"

He smirks and leans in close, bringing his lips to your ear. "Oh, I'd have to show you," he whispers, his breath caressing the shell of your ear. He runs a finger down your arm as he leans back, his feather-light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. You blush heavily, and you know he can see it by his wicked smile. And with that, he gets up and walks away, sitting down with his crew again. You take a deep breath, blinking a few times. And then you shake your head, smiling slightly, knowing you would seek him out later and find him waiting for you.