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Together (Benn Beckman x Reader)

Summary: As the "mom" and "dad" of the Red-Hair Pirates, you and Beckman have a lot of work on your plates. (Un)Luckily for you two, your crew decides to meddle with your relationship (again).

A/n: A gift for my friend, @fanaticsnail . Enjoy the first mate, darling <3.

Notes: F!Reader, kinda of a will they-won't they type thing. Everyone is shipping it just Beck and Reader lowkey refuse to admit it. Lots of fluff and teasing. Reader is referred to as 'mom' and Beck as 'dad'.

Word Count: ~3k

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“Dad! Mom’s being mean to me again!” Shanks loudly yelled while he was chugging more bottles of rum. The first mate sighed at the nickname but didn’t even bother to turn around and face his captain.

“(Y/n)?” Beckman called out.

“Yes?” You replied, the other members of the crew staring at you both with wide smiles and bated breath.

“Smack him for me,” Beckman chuckled. Shanks let out a faux-offended gasp as the deck erupted with laughter.

“You’re so mean to me! How could my own first mate do this to me?!” Shanks whined as you pat your poor captain’s head. He pouted like a little kid before he took another swig of his alcohol.

“That’s just what you get, Captain!” Lucky Roux laughed. “You know Beck won’t ever disagree with (Y/n)!”

“Well some of us need to be the adults around here,” Beckman retorted. He held two mugs in his hand, one filled with his coffee, the other prepared just for you. For the first mate, it was practically routine to make your morning drinks for you. He silently handed off your mug to you, and you took it with a hushed ‘thank you’. “Are you still making the list?”

You nodded while going over the notepad in your hand. “Tomatoes, potatoes, onions…”

“Don’t forget to add some carrots, since someone,” Beckman’s eyes narrowed at Limejuice, “burned them all.”

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault! I thought you eat them if they were black!” Limejuice tries to explain.

“They’re carrots, you can eat them raw!” Beckman shouted in exasperation. “You guys are going to kill me one day!”

“Oh, don’t be too harsh on them, Beck,” you try to soothe the first mate. “I can always take care of cooking duties, anyways.”

The men nodded, eager to have your cooking as a guarantee instead of whatever slop they would make in their often drunken stupor.

“Thanks, mom!” Yasopp cheered. “You know we love your cooking!”

“Not happening,” Beckman deadpanned. The men slunk their shoulders and groaned.

“Why not? (Y/n) makes the best food!”

Beckman rested a hand on his hips. “Because (Y/n) is already busy taking care of a majority of the duties on this ship. I’m not having her overwork herself because you guys couldn’t figure out that carrots are edible.”

Shanks put down his drink and nodded. “I have to admit, it’s pretty true. Beck has a point.”

“Thanks, Capta-”

“So I guess if you want (Y/n) to cook, you need to start picking up the slack!” Shanks proclaimed. “That’s a good compromise, right?”

You shrugged. “I-I mean, it’s really not necessary, I can cook, too.”

Beckman placed a hand on your shoulder and shook his head. “(Y/n), they’re grown men, they can do their own laundry and dishes. You don’t need to do everything.”

“I could say the same thing to you,” you chuckle. “‘Dad’.”

“Not you, too,” he groaned. “You know I hate that nickname.”

“I know, but it fits you.”

“‘Mom’ fits you as well.”

“Okay, you two, get a room!” Shanks laughed. Beckman glared while Shanks waved him off. “Anyways, why don’t you two take care of the shopping today? The men and I will handle things back here.”

“Are you sure? But Yasopp was saying-”

“Bah!” Shanks laughs off your concern before rummaging for a bag of coins. “Yasopp wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just take your time and get whatever you guys want. I better see you two relaxed and having fun when you get back!”

Beckman made a puzzled face as he took the bag of money. “You’re not slick, Shanks.”

“What’re ya talking about, Beck! I’m just saying, you two should take it easy today. You guys keep this ship and crew running. As captain, it’s only natural I let my best mateys have a day off every once in a while. I’m not some tyrant, you know?”

You stifle the laughter in your throat and and close your notepad. “Well, we really can’t complain, Beck. Let’s enjoy shopping for a bit.”

“Sure thing,” Beckman relented. He made sure his pistol was strapped to his belt and put the money into his pocket. “You got the list?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. I heard this island is supposedly famous for their bread. If we’re early enough, we might be able to snag some right from the oven,” Beckman comments. Your eyes widen.

“Really? We gotta hurry then.”

“Bye mom, bye dad!” Shanks waves with his remaining arm, causing the other members to rush back to the deck to see you off.

“Bye, you two!” Lucky Roux waves his stick of meat. “Don’t have too much fun!”

“Don’t stay out too late, lovebirds!” Yasopp jokes.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll not bring any rum back,” Beckman threatens.

“Aghhhhh! MOM! Do something about him!” The men whine to you while some of them boo and chide Beckman.

“Bad, Beckman, bad,” you chuckle as you and Beck begin to walk down the ship.

“You’re right,” Beckman plays along. “I’m just a horrible, terrible first mate.”

“The cruelest first mate around.”

“Mhm. And what does that make you? Just as bad?”

“Probably.”

You two go through the streets of the island, taking in the sights. It isn’t long before the sweet smell of bread begins wafting through the air and taking hold of the both of you.

“Oh man, they weren’t kidding,” Beckman mumbled after inhaling the smell.

“I think that means we came just in time,” you grin, excitedly walking up to the door of the bakery. You marveled at the selections within the store, as well as some of the bakers making the bread behind the counter.

“Wow…” you tap your chin. “Maybe we should get some brioche.”

“They do have flatbreads, too. We could get those for a meal,” Beckman hums thoughtfully.

“With tuna?” “Now you’re cooking. Add that to the list for our next stop,” he commented, and you nodded before writing ‘tuna’ on your list.

“I’ll add some rice as well,” you say.

Soon, it is you and Beckman’s turn to order, and you two greet the old woman working at the counter.

“And what can I get you two?” You begin to place your order, before turning to Beckman.

“Do you think we should get anything else?” You ask, glancing back toward the display of pastries. Of course the first mate caught that and nodded.

“Two pastries,” he added. “You want that one, right?” Beckman pointed at your favorite pastry and you smile bashfully at the fact he knew what you liked without you having to say a thing.

“Yep, that one,” you confirm. The old woman grins at you two and begins to package your bread. Beck takes the box of it to carry, and promptly thanks the woman. Afterwards, she puts your two pastries in a small, wax paper bag and hands it to you. She sighs contentedly and has a nostalgic look on her face.

“Oh, you two remind me of the good ol’ days. May your love stay with you forever,” she wishes. The sentiment catches you off-guard for a brief moment. “Sorry, we’re actually-”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Beckman thanks her. Your eyes widen as he smiles at you, and you can’t help the smile forming on your lips, either. You wave goodbye to the woman and exit the bakery with Beckman.

“Why’d you say that?” You ask, curious of his intentions. He shrugs, but there’s still a playful grin on his face.

“Felt natural,” is all he says as you two continue down the street. You rummage through the paper bag and get out the pastry he ordered for himself, one made with figs, and hold it to his lips. He stops his mindless chattering about things to get and leans down to take a bite.

“Mm, that’s so good. They got good figs,” he mumbles with a mouth full of pastry. You laugh at his silly behavior and wipe some of the crumbs off his chin.

“Let me try mine.” You take out yours and bite into it, melting at the exquisite taste of the pastry. “Oh, that’s amazing.”

“Right?” He says enthusiastically. “We have to come back here again and get some more another day.”

“We should bring some back for the crew next time.”

“Nah. Let’s keep this one our little secret,” he winks at you.

“You’re a very cruel first mate, Beck,” you tease.

“Well, can you blame me? They won’t taste as good without you eating them with me.”

“I think I have to agree.”

The day continues on like this, with you two continuing to shop and cart around box after box of supplies for the ship. Beckman and you have practically inspected every item for the freshest produce, meat, and fruits for the crew. Thankfully, you two are the most organized and efficient members of the crew and are practically finished before lunch.

“Did we grab coffee beans?” You ask, looking at your list again.

“Right here, dear,” he answers, showing you one of the bags.

“Okay, good,” you check off another box. “Is that really it?”

Beckman looks over your shoulder to see the list and the boxes all around you. “Would you look at that… guess we really did get everything.”

“I mean, this looks like all we need, but we did it so quick,” you say, admittedly wanting to spend more time with the first mate.

“We did. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t send Roux and Yasopp to do the shopping.” You laugh as you remember the time when those two went to get the supplies, only to come back near midnight with only the most expensive of alcohols and hardly any food. From then on, Beckman had set a rule that if anyone messed up that bad again, they’d have to pay with their own coin.

“Should we head back, then?” You ask.

“If you want. I have no problems walking around the town with you,” he replies.

“Considering you’re pushing that cart, I think we should go back and drop the supplies off.”

“It’s not a problem, (Y/n). This is pretty easy to pull,” Beckman assures you.

“Still, I-” you begin, before Beckman places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey. It’s okay,” he states. “I’m happy to keep walking with you. After all, even our captain said we should enjoy ourselves. I don’t see any issue with us taking a bit longer to go back.”

“You really mean it?” Beckman nods.

“I do mean it. I enjoy our time together, and it’s rare we get the time to just do as we please.”

You hesitate for a moment then nod at him. It is true, as a pirate, especially in the crew of a notorious Yonko, moments of peace are rather rare and fleeting. Not having to fight for your life or the world is a nice change of pace every once in a while.

“Okay. Where to next?” You ask as Beckman leads you deeper into the city. The shops are more refined compared to the street markets near the port, leading your eyes to wander. You gasp and stop in front of a display window when you see a gorgeous selection of bracelets. Some are made with gold, others silver, and another with a shiny, black material. Beckman notices you frozen at the display and makes his way to you.

“Come on, let’s go in.”

“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just looking.”

“Don’t be so modest, (Y/n),” Beckman urges. “Go try one on.”

“I don’t have the-”

“Nope. No more excuses,” he shakes his head as he opens the door to let you in. You step into the store, amazed at the beautiful jewelry surrounding you. A salesperson greeted you and chatted with you about the bracelets you saw on display. They pulled out the displays for you to try on and you debated which one to pick.

“Hm…I think I want to try that one on,” you point at the gold bracelet. The salesperson clasps the bracelet gently on your wrist and you marvel how it sparkles under the light. “Beck, what do you think?”

You show off the bracelet to him and he stares at it with a surprised expression before he composes himself. “It looks great on you.”

The excited look on your face makes his heart beat faster as you tell the salesperson you want to buy it.

“Good choice. I do want to let you know we are currently doing a promotion for this particular set. If you buy another one, it’s 50% off.”

You turn to Beckman expectantly. “Do you want to get one then, Beck? We can match!”

He examines the bracelets. “I don’t know, I don’t think they’d look that good on me.”

“Hey, you can’t pull that trick on me after you made me come in here!”

“Fine, fine,” he chuckles. “I think I’ll try this one.” He picks out the black bracelet and puts it on. He looks impressed with the jewelry and his face softens as he looks into your eyes.

“Well? Does it look alright on me? Definitely doesn’t look as good as it does on you,” he jokes.

“It looks great,” you look back into his eyes as you press your wrists next to his. “I think this should be another of our little secrets.”

“I’m starting to think my bad behavior is rubbing off on you,” he smirks, as he goes to pay for the jewelry.

“Maybe it is, Beck,” you respond as your eyes are locked on your matching bracelets.

The afternoon is spent wandering aimlessly in this town. You two visit nearly every shop, walking and chatting about everything under the sun. Things like memories, what the crew was possibly up to, to even the most mundane topics like sweets and how you like your eggs prepared.

It feels simultaneously too short and like an eternity between the two of you. He continues to lug around the cart of supplies and other things you two bought in your impromptu shopping trip, never looking any worse for wear. He doesn’t care to focus on something like that when he’s with you.

The sky is beginning to turn a bright orange and pink as the two of you finally manage to get back to the ship.

“Wahhh! Mom and dad are back!” Roux yells as the men cheer. Shanks leans over the edge and smiles at you two.

“Well, well, I didn’t think either of you had it in you to take a break!” Shanks admits. “We all started placing bets on if you would be back by noon.”

“I was saying midnight, for the record,” Yasopp shouted.

“You guys are so immature,” Beck chuckles while shaking his head. “We just explored some of the shops. Got a few things.”

“Anything fun~?” Limejuice says.

“Bowls?” You lift a few of the new bowls you bought at a store.

The men throw their hands up and groan. “Really? Nothing else?”

“Nope,” Beck lies, making them all quiet. He scans the deck and notices it’s rather clean compared to the smelly and alcohol-ridden floor. “So, you guys actually did clean up, hm?”

“Yeah! Course we did!” Shanks proudly exclaims. “I told you we’d handle it. Now where’s the rum-”

“When we have dinner.”

“Ugh… why are you the worst?”

“Don’t be like that, Shanks,” Beck crosses his arms. “(Y/n) and I won’t be around all the time to handle everything. It’s good for you guys to learn to take care of the ship.”

Yasopp sighs. “Always so mature and level-headed, I tell you.”

“You’re so lame, Beck! How does (Y/n) put up with you?” Limejuice whines.

“Mom, tell Beck he’s boring and needs to be cooler!” Hongo cries.

“Enough complaining, help put these supplies away,” Beckman points to the boxes. The crew begins to do as told while you and Beck start unloading some of the supplies. As you do so, Shanks calls your name.

“Hey, gorgeous bracelet. Where’d you get it?” He asks, loving the gold on it. You jump when he mentions it and look at Beckman, who gives a simple nod.

“Just got it from the shops. It was on sale.”

Shanks nods and lifts your wrist closer to inspect the bracelet. “Wow, it really looks great on you.”

“She would hardly step into the shop until I made her. She was eyeing that the whole time,” Beck teases you.

“Not the whole time, exactly,” you try to explain. “It just was pretty, is all.”

Beckman lifts a box up to a shelf and Roux loudly gasps, surprising everyone.

“Beck!”

“What? What’s wrong?” You and Beck say at the same time. Roux has a knowing smirk on his face as he points to Beckman.

“You got a matching bracelet, too!” Roux shouts. Shanks and the other men gasp and move in closer to look at it. As Roux said, the black bracelet on Beck’s wrist matches yours perfectly, and the men howl in laughter. Some even begin to exchange money as you and Beck are mortified at their behavior.

“You guys seriously made bets?!” You cried.

“It was just a simple one!” Hongo admitted.

“And who was the one who said they were doing more than just shopping for food?” Yasopp rhetorically asks.

“You were also the guy who said they’d return at midnight. You lose half,” Roux retorts as he takes the money in Yasopp’s hand. Shanks huffs as he also gives some money to Roux.

“So like, did you two confess?” Shanks asks hopefully.

“For the last time- we’re not dating!” You and Beck shout in unison.

“Could’ve fooled me. You guys act like you’re married.”

“You guys are in so much trouble,” Beck sternly tells the men as he steps closer to them.

Some of the men begin to scream in horror. “Whaaaaa! Mom! Save us!”

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