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Fluff Alphabet: Benn Beckmann

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A- Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

Benn’s a fairly laid-back guy (pirate shenanigans aside), so he really doesn’t mind how he spends his time with his s/o as long as his s/o is happy; whatever they like to do, he likes to do. If his s/o insists that he choose the activity, however, he’ll generally opt for a relaxing option. He loves to just lounge around and cuddle with his s/o while reading the newspaper, or watch the sunset in comfortable silence, or enjoy a nice, romantic dinner together. Benn gets enough excitement with his hot-blooded captain and crew, so he truly cherishes the calm moments that he can get with his s/o.

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Benn’s a playboy; that’s no secret. And when he eventually settles for one person in particular, that history translates into what he finds attractive about his partner. Meaning he finds everything about them attractive. If his s/o thinks that they have a physical flaw, well, they won’t for very long after getting with Benn. He lays the compliments on thick, and he means every word, too. Seriously, this man will find a way to make toenails seem sexy. It’s honestly kind of an art form.

Benn enjoys someone gushing over his physique or another aspect of his appearance, and he’ll play along; but, to be honest, he really doesn’t think much about it. He believes himself attractive and that’s really about it. If his s/o gushes about a physical trait that they like about him, he doesn’t get flustered. In fact, he just sees it as an invitation to start shamelessly flirting!

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

Benn doesn’t realize the joy of cuddling until he settles down with a single partner. With others, he just did it for the sake of playing the field; but, with his s/o, he honestly starts to enjoy it. His favorite way to cuddle is in bed with his partner in his arms, facing him. He loves the intimacy, and unlike with spooning, it’s way easier to surprise ‘em with some smooches!

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Like most everyone else in the crew, Benn’s dream is to realize his captain’s dream; until he meets his s/o, he really doesn’t put much thought into what comes after that. However, as he begins to get more with serious with a partner, he considers that it might be nice to settle down on some tropical island and live out his days lazing in a hammock sipping drinks out of coconut shells—with his partner at his side, of course.

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

As I said before, Benn’s one of the most level-headed guys in the Red-Haired Pirates—but he’s not exactly passive. It really depends on the partner’s personality, how the dynamics of the relationship play out; that being said, Benn is certainly one to be mindful of his partner’s agency and certainly isn’t controlling. He’s always willing to discuss things with his partner, and he would never dream of making a decision on their behalf without consulting them first.

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Everybody gets frustrated, and Benn is no exception. If there is a disagreement between him and his s/o, he’s not immune to getting caught up in the heat of things. He does his best, though, to not raise his voice, and he’s not the type to get violent with them or the environment. He’s got a handle on his emotions, and if he feels like he’s getting too heated, he’ll exit the argument to cool off. It doesn’t take him long, and he’s able to revisit the topic of contention with a clear head so that he can gather his thoughts. If he realizes that he’s in the wrong, then he’ll apologize immediately. If he still believes that he’s in the right, then he’ll approach the conversation with tact and calmly talk things out with his partner (though he’ll still usually apologize for things escalating to an argument).

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Benn is a believer in solid communication, and so he’ll just tell his partner outright! He’ll usually accompany it with a gift of some sort, though. Words are great and all, but they’re best when coupled with actions, in his opinion. Plus, there’s is no greater gift to him than seeing his partner’s face light up with a happy smile at his lovely words and thoughtful presents.

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

A remote island where nowhere will bother them—that’s Benn’s ideal honeymoon! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy at all. All he desires is some peace and quiet so he and his s/o can bask in their love and new life together. That being said, if his s/o has their heart set on a particular honeymoon destination, then Benn will gladly oblige. He cares far more about their happiness than anything.

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

Once Benn enters a serious relationship, he worries that his womanizing history will result in trust issues on his partner’s side. He doesn’t come right out with that, at first, instead doing everything he can to reassure his partner that he has eyes for them and them only. If his partner ever does try to get to the bottom of his insecurity, though, he’ll be honest about it and reiterate how invested he is in the relationship. The last thing he wants is his partner to doubt his devotion to them just because of the things he got up to in the past.

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

It honestly depends on his partner’s personality. If he is convinced that his partner can take care of themselves, then Benn doesn’t get jealous, even if someone is flirting openly with his partner. He trusts them to handle it, and he’ll intervene only if it’s obviously necessary. If his partner is very passive or naïve, then it’s a different story. It’s not really that he gets jealous, though; he just gets far more protective.

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Benn doesn’t really think much about planning the “perfect” first kiss. He’s been around the block, and he believes that these things just happen when the time is right. He is definitely the type to kiss on the first date, though, so he most likely just plants one on his s/o when the moment speaks to him!

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Love is a whole new territory for Benn. He’s had plenty of flings, but he’s never gotten bit by the love bug until his s/o. He’s far more obsessed with finding the right moment with his confession than he is with things like their first kiss; he plans the perfect romantic date and gets a whole speech together. It would be very romantic, honestly, if the crew hadn’t caught on to him catching feelings and all tagged along to spy on Benn trying to confess. A rowdy group of pirates is not exactly conspicuous.

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Benn, for the longest time, maintains that he’ll never get married. Having strings attached really isn’t his style, and he likes his lascivious lifestyle. Once he gets into a serious relationship, however, he reconsiders the idea. He begins to fancy making that lifetime promise to his s/o; after all, he genuinely doesn’t want anyone else. If his partner desires a ring and a wedding and a commitment, then Benn is more than happy to give it.

Ideally, he’d like to just get married at a courthouse somewhere and be done with it, but he knows that’s not going to happen. The crew would be so depressed at the lack of a party. And, if his partner desires a ceremony and reception and the whole shabang, he certainly won’t deny them that. He really doesn’t care how it happens as long as he can meet his partner at the altar and exchange vows.

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Benn’s not creative with his pet names. “Honey,” “sugar,” and “sweetheart” are his particular go-to’s, but he throws around a fair number of them.

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

It might be the first time that Benn’s bitten by the lovebug when he gets involved with his s/o, but he’s not some bungling teenager. He can disguise it quite well. It’s only when he’s really head-over-heels that his crew picks up on it. Then, of course, the cat’s out of the bag; there’s no way it’ll be a secret, not with the Red-Haired Pirates!

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Benn’s not overbearing with his PDA, but he doesn’t mind it. He like having an arm around his partner’s shoulders or middle, and he’ll drop kisses on the cheek, forehead, hair, etc. fairly often. If he’s a little tipsy or in an exceptionally good mood, he’ll let his partner sit on his lap. Other than that, he prefers for the steamier interactions to be in private. Honestly, it’s mostly because he doesn’t want to hear the crew ragging him about it.

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Benn’s very observant (even without Haki!). He definitely picks up on little things about his s/o and commits them to memory for later use. If his s/o is eyeing something in a store, Benn will buy it, often times without his partner knowing so he can surprise them with it. It doesn’t take him long to know all his partner’s favorites. He quickly gets a handle on their moods and thought processes, so there’s no hiding anything from him; he can instantly tell when they’re upset or bothered.

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Benn tends to swing back and forth. Most of the time, he’s more on the low-key side; he’s not the most emotive or expressive guy, preferring tried-and-true romantic gestures to convey his feelings. Sometimes, however, he gets a little more overwhelmed by his feelings for his partner. He has rare moments where he really lets his walls down and just swoons! He’ll definitely plan some more extravagant gestures, and they’re heart-throbbingly romantic! <3

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Benn doesn’t really keep secrets, no. It’s not really his style to do so in a serious relationship. He believes that communication is key, and so, if he believes that it is something that his partner should know (even if he might not necessarily want them to), then he’s going to be up-front about it.

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Benn’s undoubtedly a thrillseeker; he’s a pirate! When it comes to his relationship, however, he definitely prefers to be more grounded in routine. It’s a comfort to him, having something steady in such an unpredictable lifestyle. Having little routines with his partner, things they do every day, motivates him. That being said, Benn knows that variety is the spice of life, and so he’ll go for a little spontaneity when the mood strikes him. He’s also not afraid to take advantage of good opportunities to make his partner happy when they come along.

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

As I said before, Benn is very observant, and so he very quickly gets an understanding of how his partner operates. Therefore, it’s easy for him to be level-headed and empathetic toward his partner since he knows intimately how they think.

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Getting into a relationship with Benn means accepting his desire to see Shanks acquire the One Piece. That’s his captain and his best friend, after all; they’ve been together for a very long time, and so, it’s not easy for Benn to place something else about realizing Shanks’ ambitions. However, as the relationship with his partner grows more serious, Benn does consider more and more how certain decisions and actions could jeopardize it. It may not be more important than his goal, but it certainly changes how he approaches certain things; he takes extra care to make sure that he always comes home to his partner at the end of the day.

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Benn loves to slow-dance with his partner. It is the height of romance to him. Any opportunity to dance with his partner, he’s gonna take. Sometimes, he gets a musically-inclined member of the crew to play romantic music so that he can dance with his s/o! He’s quite good at it, too, to the point that he knows several ballroom dances. One has to wonder where he picked that up.

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Benn’s pretty versatile in the ways that he shows affection, but if one love language had to predominate, it’s words of affirmation. This guy’s years of philandering gifted him quite the silver tongue. He just loves complimenting his s/o and making them feel good, loves reassuring them or comforting them after a long day or a conflict or a fight, loves that he can be honest and open about his feelings with them and only them. Again, though, he believes words are best coupled with actions, so it’s usually paired with some other form of showing his affection depending on what the situation may call for.

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Benn’s mature, and so he can handle absence just fine. Depending on what it entails, he might worry a bit, but never to the point of doing anything rash. That being said, if the absence is extended, he won’t deny that he’s lonely without his s/o. They’re an irreplaceable facet of his life, after all, and he can’t ignore that a part of his life is missing forever. So, he’ll be very happy when his s/o returns, and he’ll certainly show how much he missed them and appreciates that they’re back!

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Benn takes a while to fall in love, and therefore, it takes him a while to consider this relationship unlike anything he’s had before. Once he realizes that he’s in deep, though, he begins to consider the lengths that he is willing to go for this relationship. At first, he still very much considers his relationship secondary to his ambitions to realize Shanks’ dream. With time, however, his ambitions and his relationship begin to enmesh in importance. He won’t give up on that goal, but he’s a lot more careful about how he goes about realizing it, being a little less reckless on his part. It becomes important to him that his s/o can share in the realization of their longtime goal, and that there is something he can look forward to after.

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yellowistheraddest · 3 months

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kids these days dont appreciate anything...

#IM GONNA SCALP BARTOLOMEO HIS HAIR I HATE!!!!#one piece #one piece fanart #fanart #myellowart #bartolomeo #monkey d luffy #shanks #benn beckman #lucky roux #yassop #limejuice op #comic

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huyandere · 14 days

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father passes out after seeing his triplets for the first time. some minds simply cannot comprehend this

#one piece #buggy the clown #shanks #shuggy #red haired shanks #trafalgar law #uta #op uta #benn beckman #op

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reineydraws · 21 days

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spot benn tryna dig up when the mishanks situationship started, since the boys have a bet going. (shanks says they officially started dating a few years ago but everyone knows that's not when things actually started.)

part 1 of this sketch dump.

#mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #shanks #mishanks body swap au #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #benn beckman #red haired pirates #one piece #one piece fanart #op fanart

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imasimpforshanks · 6 months

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romantic epiphanies

aka. when they decide to marry you

ft. katakuri, benn beckman, mihawk, law

part 1 | part 2

a/n: here’s part 2 made specifically for the anon ❤️❤️ ily a milli x hope you enjoy this part!!

for katakuri, it was the way you sleepily mumbled a “good night, my love, sleep well.” as he slipped into bed one evening. those words are whispered literally every evening to one another. but all of a sudden it had katakuri planning how he would ask you to marry him. maybe something was different about the way you said it, maybe not. all he knew was that he wanted to hear that from you, forever.

it was the first and longest time mihawk had been away from you in quite a while. and he didn’t like, not one bit. in fact, he hated it. so, mihawk dropped everything he was doing to return to you. on his way home he couldn’t help but rehearse asking you those for words, “will you marry me?”

for benn, the moment comes when a stranger in a bar hits on him. he doesn’t even let the stranger finish their sentence before he’s shutting them down with a stern, “not interested.” to benn’s dismay the stranger doesn’t relent, instead pushing further, “what? are you married or something? i don’t see a ring.” benn pauses for a second before replying over his shoulder as he walks back to your side, “im about to be.”

law decides he’s going to propose to you in the midst of his revenge plan on doflamingo. tensions were high and honestly, your relationship was one of the last things on his mind and that was made clear when his temper shortened, and he found himself snapping at you more than he should. law was sure the relationship was at its breaking point, but you never left his side - not once. instead, you looked him in the eyes and spoke with your whole heart, “im not leaving you. you can shout at me, get angry, whatever. but i will always be by your side.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #trafalgar law #one piece fake texts #op katakuri #op mihawk #dracule mihawk #benn beckman #law x reader #mihawk x reader #benn beckman x reader #katakuri x reader

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mega-ringsandthings-world · 3 days

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loguetown au benn, someone help this man

#op #one piece #benn beckman #op benn beckman #one piece benn beckman #opla #op shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #one piece shanks #red hair pirates #loguetown au

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fanaticsnail · 24 hours

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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 1

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Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: As personal assistant to the newly titled ‘world's greatest swordsman,’ you were privy to the acquaintances your boss kept. Over the years, a young redheaded man continued to visit Kuraigana sporadically over time with his crew. But this trip felt different, something felt off. What were they hiding? And why did the entire crew all look exhausted?

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A deep sigh fell from the parted lips of the dark-haired Kuraigana native as you handed him his cup of scolding black coffee. He twitched his lip up in gratitude as he removed the ceramic dish from the saucer.

“Thank you, dear,” the cool baritone of his voice expressed his gratitude to you.

“You're most welcome, lord Dracule,” you nodded a small confirmation, placing down the saucer in front of him and beginning to ready the itinerary over your catalogical journal.

“My dear,” he winced out after taking a quick gulp of coffee, “There really is no need for that title coming from you. We were friends before all this, remember?”

“It's a little too early in the morning for jokes, sir,” you retorted with a soft smirk, “If my memory serves correct, we were enemies first.”

He hummed with a soft smile, glaring at you as you returned to focus on the pages you dictated earlier. You clicked your tongue, noticing a peculiarity in the timetable.

“Something the matter? Something come true of your small espionage, spymistress?” Mihawk queried with his brow arched. He attempted to not pay you heed to the disdain written on your face at your earlier title, but did enjoy the twitch in your shoulders and snarl draw up on your lips.

“I work for you now, sir,” you scorn him with your monotonous recoil, eyes rolling, “And, if you must know, I received a transponder message earlier from the red-hair pirates. They requested passage and resupply at our port, but-...” you drew off, approaching Mihawk’s side once more, “...-I don't understand what this says.”

Mihawk looked on with intrigue, cocking his head to decipher his old associate's handwriting.

“Did the first-mate send you a follow up, or was that all?” Mihawk asked, twitching his eyes up to meet your confused expression, “It doesn't quite make sense.”

“Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore,” you read aloud, attempting to decipher the world's audibly, “Perhaps it’s a drunken confession like last time?”

“Perhaps, but Beckman usually sends a follow-up to Shanks’ messages to belay it, or decipher it,” Mihawk nodded, drawing his hand down to reclaim the coffee cup and raise it to his lips, “When they arrive here, do what you do best.”

“Aye, sir,” your practiced response had another soft smile painted itself on Mihawk's lips, “I'll seek out what they're hiding, consider my words marked.”

“That's my pretty spymistress,” he narrowed his eyes, his lips tight and taunting.

“Not your spymistress, sir,” you retorted, turning on your boot heel and calling over your head, “Your secretary.”

Waiting at port, the familiar jolly roger drew over the gloomy horizon line at the port of Kuraigana. The sea breeze whipped through your restrained hair, your formal uniform floating in the wind as the Red Force docked at port.

The merriment you had come to expect was not the one that welcomed you. The crew were more disheveled than usual, their attire worn and unchanged, the straw hat atop the young captain's head splitting and fraying - but Shanks' smile never faltered. In fact, the whole crew seemed to be brimming with joy.

“Oi, eyes on the starboard bow! Mihawk's hot secretary coming out to meet us at the docks!” Shanks' booming call drew a loud cheer from the crew aboard the ship, prompting you to shake your head at his welcome introduction.

“Captain,” you uttered with a curt nod, watching as his boyish charm carried his overemphatic steps towards you. Upon stepping closer and meeting your gaze, he immediately opened his arms and snuck them beneath your own.

“I missed you, pretty lady,” he uttered, raising you off your feet and twirling you in place. Shock swelled at your eyes at his glee, you only having a moment to react to the spin by hastily perching your hands over his shoulders and holding him firmly.

“Enough, Shanks,” you tapped his left shoulder, “Put me down and help me decipher your-...” your sentence was lost to you when you saw the sunken hazelnut eyes of the redhead captain.

You snapped your eyes over to meet with several other members of the crew: all with the same sunken eyes and jolly smiles.

“My what, pretty lady? Hm?” Shanks smiled a wolfy grin, all teeth and charm, “Decipher what?” You took a moment to reassess the situation as Shanks planted your feet back onto the wooden dock.

Glancing at the crew, you ensured you took your time studying them all, noticing a single member missing.

“Your competent first mate,” you mentioned, attempting to pry yourself from the teenage captain, “Where is he?” Shanks' smile deflated into a soft pout, grasping his wrist behind your back and holding your body firmly against his chest in a vice-like grip.

“Your first thoughts after all that is big ol’ burly Beckman?” his pout intensified, “Are you really not going to say hello properly? Not even for old time's sake?”

Rolling your eyes, you grant the redhead a small peck on his cheek. A gleeful laugh exhales through his cherry-red lips as he finally releases you from his embrace.

“Okay, take me up to see the world's greatest swordsman,” he ordered you, turning you and circling your right arm with his left, “I have some news you're not going to believe.”

“If it's got anything to do with ‘Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore’,” you mocked his incoherent message in a deep voice, “I'm all ears.”

Shanks’ laughter echoed all the way towards the Kuraigana highkeep. His complimenting words to your appearance, and abilities to prepare for them a place to stay, had your small smile growing wide, but eyes remaining narrowed and cautious. Each time you would attempt to peel your eyes away from the young man, he would call your attention back to him by offering you more praise and distraction.

As the shadow of the new lord of Kuraigana cast the two of you within his gloomy silhouette, you were get to get a single glance to the crew behind you.

“Red-Hair,” Mihawk uttered, crossing his arms with a subtle glare.

“Gloomy prick,” Shanks laughed affectionately, releasing you from his arm and extending his right hand outwards to clasp around his former rivals’.

As Shanks finally became distracted, you stole a moment to reassess all of the red-hair crew. All crew was accounted for: Hongo seeming to guard the turned figure of Benn Beckman with a glance over the tall man’s shoulder.

“I have to show you my latest find, Hawk-Eyes,” Shanks sighed, placing his left hand on Mihawk's right shoulder, “You're not gonna believe it.”

“I care not for your trinkets, I have enough wealth of my own,” Mihawk retorted. Shanks smiled broadly, but you were too distracted by the dark-haired first-mate's cloak shrouding his shoulder.

They were hiding something far greater than meager treasure, this you were certain of. The subtle bounce of Beckman's hips and sway of his shoulders intrigued you, as did the soft baritone melody he was humming through his nose. What perplexed you the most was not the unusual mannerisms he was displaying, but rather what he was not.

Beckman was not smoking a cigarette.

Your eyes never left Beckman's back, your gaze unblinking and intense. This did not escape the notice of Mihawk, who darted his honey-coloured eyes behind Shanks to see your gaze locked on the first-mate.

“What have you got hidden over there, Benn?” Mihawk’s purred taunt cut through the air like Yoru into the wooden hull of a fleet of ships.

Silence. Uncomfortable silence. A silence so tense you could audibly hear the muffled grind of several sets of teeth behind tight lips.

Until the silence was broken with a soft sound that grew louder and louder. Whimpers, grizzles and finally a lengthy whine that immediately swelled into a loud cry drew you all in immediately.

“Wh-What have you-...” Mihawk's words were lost to him as Beckman turned. His eyes were glassy as his sockets lay bruised and sunken against his face. The look of absolute sleep depravity was written on his face, exhaustion and exasperation in every step.

Within his arms lay a small form, topped with pale pearl and dark ruby hair split right down the middle. Their face was contorted as they squealed out a shrill cry. Within Beckman's large arms lay-.

“-A baby!” you exclaimed in absolute glee. Your breathy sigh only has your smile raise further against your lips as you swoop towards Benn Beckman, “You have a baby!” All air of caution blew away with the wind as you reached the first mate, pressing your hand against his forearm as you glanced at the child in his arms.

The child was dressed in pastel pink with white frills, their body revealed as they struggled to remain contained in a soft swaddle.

“A little girl?” you asked him. Beckman nodded, sighing out a soft, “Yes.” You looked down in awe at the infant, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as she continued to wail.

“May I hold her?” you asked him, eyes filled with excitement. It had been so long since you had the pleasure of entertaining new life and soothing their cries. Beckman was so exhausted, all he could do was nod in response. You down turned your lip in an empathetic smile, your eyes softening as he handed over the small child.

“Oh, come to aunty, sweet pea,” you cooed at her, immediately beginning to walk with her in your arms in a pacing fashion, “Such a pretty girl! Oh, you are gorgeous.” Beckman's eyes never left you, watching you as your stoic face melted as soon as the baby was passed to you.

The child continued to wail, her legs scrunching up to her chest and growling out in discomfort. Your questions flew out of your mouth faster than you could halt them.

“When was the last time she was fed? Has she had a bottle? She is far too young for solids, what have you been feeding her?” The first mate’s head was spinning from the rapidity of your line of questioning, but it was a welcome change to the cries he had been dealing with for the past few hours, “Has she been changed? Is it her nap time? Has she got colic? When was the last time she was bathed? Where is she at in her daily routine? What is her name-?”

“-Her name is Uta,” Shanks’ voice softly called to you, breaking you out of your rapid-fire questions, “She's been having milk from a bladder every two to three hours, last time was about fifteen minutes ago, wasn't it big man?”

“Aye, Captain,” Beckman confirmed with a curt nod, “Changed her soon thereafter.”

“She'll be due for a nap in a minute, probably why she's gotten so grumpy,” Shanks laughed heartily, clapping his hand over Mihawk's shoulder, “Just like you, hey?” Mihawk remained silent, eyeing the child in your arms with caution.

“Uta,” you fawned down at the infant, gently placing her chest over your shoulder left and supporting her neck with your right hand, “Oh, little song. Such a beautiful name!”

The child stirred within your arms as you walked away from the red-hair crew and towards the high-keep. Mihawk glared at you cautiously as you smiled up at him, gently rocking the child and now patting her back. A large, guttural sound emitted from Uta’s lips, her legs softly falling away from their scrunched position in relief to the stomach pressure.

“Oh, Uta. I bet that feels better,” you giggled at the child, walking past Mihawk towards the keep, “Clever girl. Come with aunty, let's get to work while your uncles and daddy rest, hm?”

“Just where do you think you're going, dear?” Mihawk’s disinterested tone called over to you. You halted in your steps, turning to face the large crowd of pirates. You glared down at your boss, pursing your lips as the large pack stared up at you.

“Us ladies are going to tend to my duties for the day, and get to know each other better. Girl time,” you inform them with a stirn voice, “And you all are going to make yourselves comfortable in guest quarters and rest up. Is that understood?”

Nods frantically bobbed in affirmation amongst the Red-Hair pirates, but a firm cross of arms and scowl almost had you halt your plans.

“Under whose authority?” Mihawk spat at you. Shanks widened his eyes in shock Mihawk's sudden animosity. You sighed, huffing out a breath while continuing to pat the child.

“My lord Mihawk, self-made man of myth and legend,” you bowed, supporting Uta's neck as you did so, “World's Greatest Swordsman and ruler of high-keep Kuraigana. Master of the blade, keeper of secrets, loyal confidant and expert-.”

“-Alright, fine,” Mihawk caved, a small blush almost peeking through his pale complexion, “You may stay for a night to restock and rest.”

“A week would be better, sir,” you continued to hold your head low, refusing to look up until he allowed himself to be swayed by your words. It didn't take too long, uttering a curt, “A week, and you will all clean up after yourselves, am I clear?” as he did so.

The red-hairs all uttered an “Aye, sir,” in unison, the relief adamant in their voices.

Rising from your low stoop, you smiled at your boss first before looking at Beckman. His eyes lay half-lidded, his lips down turning only slightly as his expression remained unreadable. The man was past the point of exhaustion, you deduced from your hasty assessment.

“Alright, do we have a changing bag, or shall I send for supplies immediately?” you asked Shanks, who grabbed at the scruff of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“We're fresh out, unfortunately,” Shanks confessed. Beckman sighed, shaking his head at his captain’s quick response and adding one of his own.

“We have two fresh clouts and some strips of fabric,” Beckman relayed to you, “Unfortunately, all her clothes are soiled and they'll be needin’ a good wash.” He made his way up the hill beside you, walking in step as you opened the doors to the keep.

The Red-Hair crew remained behind with Shanks, no longer viewing you as a threat to their wellbeing the longer you braced Uta against you.

“Thank you, Benn,” you smiled at him as he held open the door for you. He returned a small smile at you as you passed him with Uta still remaining in your arms.

He couldn't help but notice the fluttering beat in his heart as he watched you cradle the young baby. Although Uta was not his biologically, nor were you by all means with him romantically: your flirtatious past together, your soft smile, and the way you immediately took to caring for the child had Beckman’s mind running away with him.

You chose to follow Mihawk in his ambitions, rather than join with Shanks in his. A spymistress and master of your trade from your early years, he had many run-ins with you over his checkered past. No kiss was ever shared, nor a passionate night together - but he was always left with a sense of longing after you'd smile at him.

It never did take you long to pry truth from his lips, and he was well aware of this factor. He was a pirate with the heart of an honest sailor; and that honesty meant he could never have a lie uttered in your presence. He adored you, and would see you spirited away from high-keep Kuraigana with him should you ever ask.

There was a part of him that wishes he could sweep you off your feet, romance you and dote on you in a coupling that could rival Roger and Rouge, but he may be just seeing what he wants to see in your smile.

To Beckman, you were the one that got away. The one who would reciprocate his flirtations, only to leave before anything more could occur. He adored you. He could even go as far as to say that, at one point in time, he loved you. And now, as you cradled young Uta against your shoulder and uttered sweet praise into her ear, those feelings came flooding back.

As you moved around your desk, you readjusted the infant in your arms. You cradled her in the crook of your left elbow while you sat: going through a variety of paperwork and ledgers drawn up for Mihawk to sign.

Beckman placed Uta’s lackluster satchel of supplies on the desk beside the papers as he noticed a small twitch in your expression. You looked hyper focussed on your work as you rocked the child gently to sleep, scowling at a line of ink drawn on a ledger.

“You can leave, Benn,” your nose twitched as you narrowed your eyes on the paper, “No harm will come to her,” you looked up at him above your paper, “Honestly, it's a little heartbreaking you didn't disclose this in your letters. After all this time knowing one another, I would assume you would inform me you had a daughter.”

Beckman sharply sucked in a breath, eyes widening with shock.

“Uta’s-...” Beckman began, halting as he thought about his words. Should he confess the child was found in a chest, abandoned and discarded? Should he inform you that Shanks had claimed her as his own? Should he see how your mind fell immediately to that conclusion, and should he see where this conclusion would lead you both?

You looked down at the sleeping child, taking Beckman's silence as confirmation that the girl was indeed his.

“She is beautiful,” you sighed down at her before snapping your eyes back up towards him, “Go and join the others. Enjoy an uninterrupted cigarette, Daddy,” you added for Uta’s benefit, “And when you return after a good rest,” you smiled a melancholy grin, “Tell me more about her, okay?”

Beckman's heart swelled for you, his spirit soaring as he watched you continue in your duties for Mihawk with Uta. His feet remained cemented in place as he willed this moment to be branded into his memory. He never wanted you more than this very moment, but remained silent in his yearning.

“Something else, Benn?” you asked him, staring down at the baby in your arms. The girl blindly began mouthing at her clenched fists in her sleep, seeking them out to gnaw on for comfort.

“Uta’s Shanks' daughter,” he blurted out in a low and cautious cadence, “Found in a shipwreck amongst booze and plunder. She’s not ours biologically, she’s a daughter of the sea.”

You snapped your eyes up to him, lips parting briefly before your gaze softened at him. “Thank you for your honesty, Benn. I appreciate your candor, as always,” you immediately halted your train of thought, thinking of your earlier interaction with him, “I would also like to apologize for calling you ‘Daddy’ earlier. I meant no disrespect, and I only did it for her sake.”

“No need for an apology,” he smirked with a soft nod, “And I never could never lie to you. You always get the truth outta’ me, one way or another.”

Humming in response, you easily slotted your index finger within Uta's and watched as she tested her strength in her vice-like grip. You hung in comfortable silence for a moment longer, both eyes meeting with the tiny life cradled in your arms.

“You should have named her Umi,” you informed him, “Beautiful child of the sea, rather than ‘song’.”

“She’s named ‘Uta’ because even her cries are like melodies to the crew,” Beckman continued, “And Shanks sang to her when he first met her.”

“Oh, how beautiful,” you commented with a soft smile. Beckman swooned at your expression, his body unconsciously leaning towards you. You narrowed your eyes while smirking up at him.

“Go and join your crew, Benn-,” you began, the first-mate's baritone voice oozing over you like warm honey to halt your thoughts in their place.

“-Beckman, Darlin’,” he whispered, “You don't call Mihawk ‘Dracule’, nor do you call Shanks ‘red hair’,” he leant over your desk and affectionately pinched your chin, “Call me by my name, or give me a term of endearment,” he shot you a sly wink with a winning grin, “Even if it's ‘Daddy’.”

Face swelling with a fresh rush of blood, you attempted to control your fluster. You swooned as his thumb caressed your chin, heart calling to your teenage crush you thought you long-since snuffed out.

“Go, Becks,” you smiled up at him, his expression mirroring your own as he continued looking at you, “Go rest, replenish and relax. Uta is with her aunty, and her aunty is more than capable to care for her for a few hours.”

“Aye, that she is,” Beckman gave your chin a gentle tap, his closed-lip smile and half-lidded eyes still holding to you as he retracted his hand, “And, what a pretty aunty she has.” He turned on his heel, walking back over to the door and hovering in the threshold for a moment.

“Go away, Becks,” you laughed at him, shooting him with the paper in your hand, “And tell your crew to bathe while they're here, they all stink,” you called as he left the doorway. His chuckle reverberated in the hall, a song you did not know your soul yearned for.

Looking down at Uta, now properly settled in your arms, you sighed in contentment. “Back to work for us, princess,” you smiled as you returned to your duties, “But first, let's see about getting you some more supplies. Maybe a medical examination, birthdate assessment and a good look to ensure you're alright.”

Setting quickly to work: you organized several deliveries for the Red-Force to resupply the vessel, called out a medical professional for Uta, gathered supplies to meet the needs for a child - including developmental appropriate dried milk powders for lengthy trips.

After two hours of work, Uta woke from her rest and became restless as she searched for food with her mouth parting and hovering over her balled fists. You hastily withdrew supplies from her satchel, readying and feeding her from a fresh bottle, changed her clout and burped her, before seeing if she needed more milk.

A small smile fell from her lips as her eyelids fluttered, her body drunk on the swell of warmth in her belly and content in her cleanliness. Soon thereafter, she was back to sleep in no time.

In the following few hours, several deliveries were made to your office. New clothes, clouts, a bathing basin, a collapsible crib and sheets to match, bottles, a woven wrap for baby carrying, a bassinet with two anchored wheels, and a soft velvetine hawk with weighted wings were amongst the gifts you had purchased with your own Berry for your new niece.

Uta stirred in your arms, enjoying following a similar routine from earlier, but instead of falling back to sleep, she remained wide awake and staring up at you.

“Oh, pretty girl,” you cooed down at her, watching as she stared with a vacant, unreadable expression back towards you, “Eyes with wisdom far beyond her years.” You set down your papers, pressing a steel paperweight down atop the pages.

“You know all the secrets, don't you,” your words held no truth to them, only speaking in melodic jest, “They will all be at your mercy one day, won't they?” You stood, walking with her while holding her at eye height. Supporting her neck and propping her upright, you continued to hold a one-sided conversation with the small child.

“You've got all your uncles wrapped around your finger,” your sing-song voice carried down the hallway, “You’re gonna get to your uncle Hawk too, one day. He's going to be the one that loves you the most.”

Ears pricking up in the hall beyond the door, three men halted their eager footsteps as they eavesdropped on your conversation with Uta. Mihawk attempted to feign disinterest, but was highly intrigued by what you were relaying to the child. Shanks felt his heart swell at the bonding moment between his two favorite ladies. And Beckman?

Beckman didn't know what to think. Especially with sweet praises falling from your lips onto his newfound niece. All he knew was the soft call of his heart, his soul yearning for a woman he knew he could never have.

After what felt like a small blink for you, but several eternities for Mihawk; a week had soon passed you all. The Red-Force was freshly stocked and resupplied, and you enlisted Yassop to pile the gifts for Uta onto the ship.

As Shanks stepped on board the planked barrier, he extended his arms out to claim the small infant from you. You wanted to hesitate, to offer Uta a solid place to call home: but with Mihawk commissioned to claim bounties and enact horrid acts of war, you felt Uta would be far safer with Shanks.

“Please keep me updated on my beautiful niece, Shanks,” you warned him with a soft scold, handing him his daughter, “And any other children you find within your care. I would hate to see them going unspoiled by their favorite aunty.”

“Hah!” Shanks laughed at the notion, “If I find another baby in a treasure chest, you'll be the first one to know. Of that, I'm certain.”

You waved Shanks off, a bittersweet look on your face as you mourned the loss of warmth in your arms. Beckman was the last to board, turning on his heel and extending his left hand out to claim your right.

Without further word, he stopped down and pressed a gentle kiss atop your knuckles. He held his lips against your hand for a fair while longer than he intended, truly depicting his gratitude in getting a reprieve from both uncle and captain-watching duties.

“If Shanks doesn't keep you updated, I will Darlin’,” he uttered against your skin, removing his lips and looking up at you through his dark eyelashes, “Every milestone, if you truly want.”

“Please,” you smiled at the tall man as he elevated himself back up to standing height, “I would not want to miss a thing, especially if it’s coming from you.”

“Alright, pretty lady,” Shanks called down at you, sporting Uta in the woven wrap against his chest, “Give me back my first-mate. We gotta make waves.”

“Aye, sir,” you uttered, glancing down at where Beckman's hands still held yours. He followed your gaze, cheeks dusting with a subtle pink as he realized he was the one still grasping your hand. You giggled as he carefully retracted his hand from your own, his fingers gently brushing yours.

As the Red-Force glided over the swell of waves, you couldn't help but feel a piece of your heart left with them. The question was who held that piece: was it the young child you had carved for, or was it the dark-haired first mate.

#one piece #x reader #benn beckman #op beckman #op benn beckman #beckman x reader #f!reader #benn beckman x reader #one piece x reader

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cipher-zoo · 1 year

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Shanks: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Buggy: Yes. Shanks: I love you. Buggy: It back. *Later* Benn: Why is the captain crying face-down on the floor?

#the only man that can beat Shanks #incorrect quotes #incorrect one piece quotes #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #benn beckman #shuggy #op-ship

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softcenteregg · 4 months

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Merry Beckmas. (I will continue my bennshanks agenda next year.)

#bennshanks #op #one piece #op benn beckman #benn beckman #shanks #akagami no shanks #op shanks #benn beckman x shanks #shanks x benn beckman #now that's what I call a reversible couple #merry christmas ya casuals

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shanksxbuggy · 3 months

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everything reminds me of him

#the source was taken from a steve and bucky post #one piece #op #shanks #buggy #akagami no shanks #benn beckman #one piece shanks #shuggy #red haired shanks #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #buggyshanks #one piece incorrect #one piece shitpost

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lale-txt · 1 year

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: look who is clearing out her drafts again while working on a longer fic! i love writing little headcanons, they help me get into a nice writing flow and are just super fun to think about. those here are both fluff and spicy, so be aware. reader is gn!

Kid

seeing you walk around in his shirt when it’s laundry day on the Victoria Punk

the warmth of his hand in yours when you paint his nails for him after he lost his arm, unfazed by his bickering when you’re doing a messy job

you keeping him company in his workshop when everyone else already went to sleep, studying blueprints while he tries to focus on the thing he’s working on but failing miserably in your presence

the way you look at him when he tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing your lips

how hungry you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips after his cheeky tongue wracked your whole body with pleasure

the shiny red shapes of his hand on your ass cheek and your needy mewls for more

whispered confessions with every thrust, your hands cradling his face as he fucks you through your orgasm, melting in lust and adoration

Killer

hearing you humming in the kitchen, cooking a surprise meal for him

your fingers untangling his hair at night, gently combing out every knot without hurting him

your laughter when he tries to put on the polka dot shirt that got way too small

the way your gaze softens when he takes off his mask for the first time in front of you

your lips parting so willingly for him when he leans down to kiss you in a moment of bravery

his lipstick smeared on the inside of your thighs, leading dangerously close to your aching core

the way you twitch around him as you ride him, eyes closed as you chase your high, his fingers digging in the flesh of your thighs

Law

your hands brushing when you hand him a cup of coffee in the morning, knowing he was up all night again

you falling asleep on the couch when you both study in the library together, admiring how you let down your guard around him

hearing you mumble out his name in your sleep

patching you up after a battle where you fought back to back, just blind trust into each other

thinking back about the heated kiss you two shared when you thought it all was over and you wouldn’t see tomorrow

you straddling him in his chair, asking for permission to do it again in the safety of his arms and realizing those are the lips he wants to kiss for the rest of his life

seeing those lips wrap around his length for the first time, holding hands while you make him see stars and a future so bright in the absence of fear

Mihawk

the faint smell of your perfume when he enters a room you’ve been in before

watching your hands rolling out dough in the kitchen, covered in flour, a vinyl playing in the background, veggies from the garden on the counter

how you handle the knife, not for fighting but for creating something beautiful and heartwarming from scratch with patience and compassion, something he admires deeply

the way your eyes linger on him in a room full of people, making him feel like it’s just the two of you

stolen kisses after glancing at his lips for too long, tasting his wine on them

your delicate wrists in his grip when he pins you down on them above your head, legs spread wide open for him

the way you sigh his name when he enters you in one go, a big smile on your face, your eyes so full of love and lust

Shanks

standing outside the bar and hearing your voice from from the inside as you chat and laugh with his crewmates, Benn nudging him a little with a look

how you yawn and mumble out a ‘good morning’ on your way to the bathroom, in your underwear and sleepdrunk, because you spent all night visiting him in his dreams

the way you tilt your head and smirk when he takes the bottle of wine from your pretty hands and takes a sip, lips touching where yours have been seconds before

you shutting him up with a kiss when he teases you for too long, your hand in a tight grip around his collar

the same hand pulling his hair when he pushes you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, rubbing his clothed cock against your core

feeling how soaked your panties are when he reaches to pull them aside, your needy mewls soon to be muffled with them

Benn

the way you cup his hand to help him light his cigarette, your faces awfully close

how you muster him up and down and your cocky smile when he asks if you like what you see

standing side by side outside and watching the rain fall while the rest of the crew is having a banquet inside, just a quiet moment between you two

you reaching for his half-smoked cigarette, pleading eyes asking for a kiss

the same eyes looking at him through long lashes when he unbuckles his belt

your shaking legs on his shoulders as he makes you count out loud the times he makes you cum with his fingers alone

your broken voice begging him to fill you up, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him from pulling out, nails leaving red trails on his back

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #shanks x reader #trafalgar law x reader #mihawk x reader #benn beckman x reader #eustass kid #op killer #trafalgar law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #benn beckman #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece headcanons

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ageingfangirl2 · 4 months

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Make You Feel Good! Benn Beckman x Reader SMUT! (One Piece)

Being Shanks second in command comes with a lot of paperwork, both necessary and unnecessary. Luckily you know how to help Benn destress while he works. You underestimate how much paperwork and start to get needy cockwarming Benn. He knows how to keep his doll in place. Benn x Reader (Female) SMUT!

Benn was pulling another all-nighter, Shanks hated paperwork so Benn took on the responsibility. The gentle rocking of the ship and pen scratching on paper kept you occupied in your current position. Your head was resting on Benn's shoulder as you played with loose strands of his hair, trying so hard not to move as commanded which was hard with Benn's dick inside you making you go crazy at how long you'd been sitting here.

Benn hums, 'It's...really distracting when you do that doll.'

You huff, 'you said one more page ages ago.'

Benn stops writing, and the next thing you know one of his rough hands grabs you by the chin and forces you to look up at him. The sudden movement has you clenching around his dick wanting release.

'...FUCK!' you moan.

Benn smirks, he was the oldest most experienced member of the crew. And what you didn't know was how much he craved you and how thrilled he was when you came onto him drunk and had come back to him when you were sober. You were younger than him, and out of his league, whereas you believed he thought you were a child because you went along with Shanks's antics. You wanted pleasure and he wanted a way to relax, most nights he got you off quickly but tonight cockwarming was the longest and you could be impatient.

He runs his thumb over your lip, 'So beautiful and all mine doll. Such a slut for my dick, you haven't done this with anyone else have you?'

You shake your head, 'Just you, only you. Please don't tease me anymore,' you beg, voice shaking as you grip his shirt with your hands.

Benn smirks, 'get me a smoke will you.'

Feeling his dick angle more towards your sensitive spot as you lean back to reach behind you for his cigarettes and lighter you mumble curses under your breath. He places both of his hands on your hips keeping you in place. You put a cigarette between his lips and light it.

'Thanks, doll. now if I give you a little something will you keep quiet and let me finish my work?' he asks, tone playful but mischievous.

You nod eagerly, 'yes I will keep quiet.'

He picks you up by the hips making you squirm and gasp at the cold air on your slick pussy as he pulls out of you. He then slams you back down roughly.

'...YES...BENN!' you shout with a hiss, forgetting just how big he is.

Benn's nickname for you was doll, and you lived up to that nickname as you let him play with you, picking you up and slamming you right back down onto his dick, 'keep the noise down doll. Someone is going to walk in while I have my dick inside you, can't tarnish your good girl image,' he mocks.

You put your hands over your mouth to quiet yourself and nod in compliance. Shanks quarters were right next door and you didn't want your captain seeing you in such a vulgar position when he respected you. The only sounds around were your muffled cries, skin slapping against skin, and Benn grunting as he picked up the pace.

'Such a good girl, does it feel good when I use you like this?' Benn praises, and your hips buck against him as one of his fingers finds your clit and continues the overstimulation.

'Mmm...' you mumble, the noise coming out muffled behind your hands, your eyes rolling back, as you feel warmth in your lower half.

Benn grunts, 'I know you like this doll. I know how to make you feel good and cum. Now cum for me, cum around my dick and fingers.'

You come undone, walls clenching around his dick as you cum on demand. You remove your shaky hands from your mouth panting heavily, '...thank...you...Benn...'

Benn grins proudly, 'My turn doll, let me fill you up.'

With a couple more thrusts he cums inside you filling you up like promised, clearly just as pent up as you had been, the two of you riding out each other's high. He brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips and you take them in your mouth sucking them clean. His eyes were full of admiration as he took the cigarette in his other hand and blew smoke at you.

You smile blissfully as you go back to resting your head on his shoulder, 'you can finish your paperwork in peace now.'

Benn leans down and kisses the top of your head, 'going to buy my doll something pretty when we next dock,' he says jokingly.

You roll your eyes and mumble, 'As long as it's shiny.'

You were a fierce fighter, quick-witted and a smooth negotiator, but your sweet appearance meant a lot of people underestimated you. the crew would tease you and treat you like a princess or a doll, but when shit hit the fan they wanted you on their side. Right now you were content being Benn's stress relief as you both got something out of this arrangement.

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