Dragon's claw (Shanks X Reader)

2- Names

The corners of your mouth arched upwards gently upon taking your first step upon Shanks’ ship. Your new home. You couldn’t quite tell why every member of his crew stared you down as if they’ve seen a ghost. All so confused, you glanced up at you savior, and there lied a warm grin. “Let’s get you inside and change,” Shanks gently pressed a hand to your back, escorting you to what looked to be his personal quarters within the ship. Upon arrival, you took a seat upon his plush bed while he dug through his personal belongings.

You couldn’t help but bounce on the mattress just slightly, that was another thing you missed, a nice comfortable bed with pillows and blankets. Sometimes, on the most ugliest of nights, you were allowed to sleep with your Master after he was done with whatever plans he had with you. And yes, you heard it right, a sex slave, that’s what you were. You never understood the Celestial Dragons, being they wore those clean spaceman suits to keep any and all bacteria away from them, to avoid touching common-folk directly, a division created to keep them above everyone else. Yet, he went out of his way to buy a filthy slave from an auction house and did whatever he wanted.

Shanks turned around from his dresser after finding some of the smallest clothes he had. “It’s not much, but I thought you’d appreciate a change of clothes for the time being. What you’re wearing isn’t appropriate for a woman like you in public,” Shanks held a neatly folded white shirt, much like the one he wore but much smaller and shown age through the tattered sleeves and missing buttons. You gladly took the shirt from him wearing a gentle smile.

“Thank you Shanks,” truly content, you felt like you had no other choice but to thank this Emperor for everything. Shanks smirked loving the way his heart sung from within his chest. Your gratitude for his actions spoke so many words as this heroic action may get him kicked off the shoulders of the World Government. You don’t mess with Celestial Dragons, everybody knew that. He couldn’t stand the way you were treated though, and anything is worth helping another in need.

“No problem. Just so you know, I’m not forcing you to join my crew. But there is an opening if you want it,” Shanks worked his best to preserve your freedom.

“I’m joining your crew!” You immediately answered back without a falter in your speech or any signs of doubt. Your mind was set. There’s no changing it.

Shanks chuckled slightly, “eager much? Being a pirate isn’t all fun and games, you know that right? If you can’t tell by my scars and such,” Shanks knew he in a way had no room to talk. It’s quite rare to find the man sober at nearly any time of day.

“I understand Shanks, really,” you already had a feeling that danger came with this dedication to the new life of a pirate. Over the years, you haven’t seen one pirate without a scar, stitches, or a missing body part of some sort. Its bound to be a dangerous job.

“Okay then,” Shanks snickered. “But I think you should change first.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Although confused at first, the red head had to spell it out for you. Those clothes your previous master had given you were purposely dishonorable. Leather undergarments meant to show off every cut, bruise, scar, and curve of your body in general. Becoming so used to revealing clothes, you had no clue. And with the fact that you're the only female on the crew, you have to deal with male clothes for the time being. Again, you couldn’t care less, the shirt covered everything on you like a dress. You even gave it that special touch with a belt you borrowed and wore on the waistline on the ‘dress’.

“Well,” you spun around showing off just a little bit. “I like it.”

“You’re beautiful,” Shanks grinned. “It’s beautiful,” Shanks snickered correcting himself.