Necantix

From leaving the ship to walking through the quiet, sleeping village as the sun was slowly beginning to rise behind him Drake’s steps were purposeful and only increased the more your home came into view. A small smile tugged at his lips and he pulled out his own copy of of the key and unlocked the front door, taking a step inside. Drake’s plan had been to be quiet so he didn’t wake you but he froze in place when the door shut behind him and the cold edge of steel was laid against his throat in a clear warning to make no further movements. “You made a mistake coming here pirate…”

“Hello to you too.” Drake greeted smoothly, following the length of the blade until his gaze settled on your face. A small but warm smile began to grow when he took in your playful stare and soft smile. Had you really wanted to attack he wouldn't have made it within a foot of your house. To have let him enter first before surprising him meant you knew for certain he’d be arriving. Lightly he raised his hand to casually push the sword away from his neck so he could turn towards you. “So who blabbed that I was coming?”

“Who do you think?” You asked, lowering your sword to return it to his sheath and let it settle against the wall. Drake could only slowly shake his head in amusement, knowing it was without a doubt Koby that gave you some sort of heads up he’d be coming home. Now no longer distracted by your less than conventional greeting it finally dawned on him that he was home and you were so close but no close enough for his liking. Reaching out Drake’s arms encircled you and pulled you close. Wasting no more time, Drake pressed his lips against yours relishing in the soft and slow response that came instantly. 

Your arms wrapped around the back of Drake’s neck and you deepened the kiss, both of you using this moment to pour out your love for the other in a way that words wouldn’t be able fully convey. You pulled back and lightly cupped Drake’s face, unable to stop the smile now permanently on your face. Until he had to go again you were both going to savour every moment until you had to say goodbye again. 

BECKMAN

If Beckman was excited to be docking at the familiar island in Shanks’ territory, he wasn’t outwardly showing it. Shanks only watched his second-in-command with a knowing smirk as Beck sat at the table on the deck of the Red Force, completely relaxed and doing routine maintenance on his rifle. As always the first mate just went with the flow of Shanks’ whims and decisions whether they were completely planned out or just thought of in a spur of the moment strike of inspiration. His current decision though he would have at least thought Benn would have made some sort of comment about or cast a glance at the waters to check how far away they were. Shanks smirked and sat back in his own seat, knowing he couldn't be laidback or cool, calm, and collected forever. 

“So who’s staying on board tonight?” Hongo asked casually as the island drew closer. The ship’s doctor cast a suspicious glance at Benn who still remained relaxed, leaning by the railing and smoking idly. Everyone on board was all but itching to tease the first mate but he infuriatingly wasn’t giving them anything to go on yet. Benn however failed to see why they were acting like this, every single time they did this and every single time he didn’t change. He shifted his stance and held back his smirk when everyone on board sharpened their gaze on him, only to deflate when he simply blew out a small stream of smoke. Finally Shanks spoke up, knowing no one on board wanted to miss the fun. “We’ll be fine. So let’s all enjoy tonight, yeah?”

The welcome to the island town was as loud and warm as expected being one of Shanks’ oldest islands under his protection. Benn smiled politely to the civilians calling out greetings and walked with Shanks to the crew’s favourite bar in need of a place to unwind and recuperate from the long journey. Benn felt Shanks clap his shoulder, his excitement palpable and he glanced to see the red haired man grinning at him. “Looking forward to it?”

“Looking forward to getting a drink.” Benn answered, his lips twitching in an amused smile when Shanks scowled at him.

“We had drinks on the ship. If that’s all you wanted then you could have stayed there or not bothered stopping on the island in the first place.”

“Well we can go back if you want Captain, you’re in charge.”

“What? No way!” Shanks dismissed dramatically. “Honestly, you’re so ungrateful. Anyone else would be racing to the bar if they knew someone like that was going to be there.”

The doors to the bar swung open and the patrons shouted out a chorus of greetings and cheers at the arrival of the Red Haired Pirates, their drinks raised in the air in a toast to their protectors. Benn’s eyes went straight to the bar and a lazy smirk appeared when you came into view. There you were sitting on a barstool, arm lazily draped behind you to rest on the bar and a drink in hand while meeting his stare evenly. You bit back the urge to laugh as Shanks managed to get to you first, his arm falling over your shoulder as he leant in to kiss your cheek in greeting just to mess with Beckman. 

Swiftly you intercepted his playful advance by letting his lips connect with your mug of beer that he took with no further prompting. At the same time Benn’s arms were on you, pulling you from Shanks’ touch and into his own. One arm wrapped around your waist and the other supported your back as he twisted you into a slight dip. Grinning you accepted his kiss with equal eager intensity, both of you ignoring the whooping and whistles of his crew. Breaking apart you playfully smiled while Benn rolled his eyes at the crew’s antics. “You love them really.”

“No, I tolerate them.” Benn corrected lightly, pressing another kiss against your cheek as he straightened you but kept you securely in his arms. “But I love you a whole lot more to endure their teasing.”

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Portgas D. Ace.

Ace is most definitely a virgin, not that he can't get anybody to spend the night with him, considering he's a very handsome young man. He would rather spend his time eating, sleeping, and enjoying his time in Whitebeards crew than having sex, he doesn't see it that way because he has zero clue what sex is, he's fairly educated, and he most definitely has seen a few things by pure accident in various towns, not that he made a big deal out of it, he just scurries away.

He's a virgin, and hardly masturbates, his mind is always preoccupied with other matters. That being said, what turns him on?

Ace doesn't exactly have a type, but if he were to display any sexual interest in anybody, the sense of romance would have to appear first. He's scared of hurting those he loves, so you have to be super strong to ensure that you won't die and leave him with unfulfilled dreams of love. He doesn't care what they identify as, his lover needs to have strength that could crush rookie pirates dreams.

When he masturbates, he likes to be in a dark, quiet place, he is mildly embarrassed at the fact he's touching himself sometimes, so he tries to keep quiet. Without a partner or a crush, he doesn't feel himself wanting more than just five minutes or so with his hand every other month when he feels a little bit pent up. Ace is such a sweet boy, but once he develops romantic feelings for you, he finds himself thinking of you one too many times during those few minutes alone, and eventually his romantic feelings bring wanting and longing for more than simple, sweet love.

Because he's just so sweet, he feels ashamed of his feelings for you at first. He can't stand the way he feels, it's not like he's some some pervert, right? Could he even pursue a relationship with you? He likes to think he's mature, calm, and cool, but on the inside he's still pretty immature.

If he's gonna lose his virginity, it's gonna be a while after you two start dating, he isn't with you for sex, that's for sure. Again, sex is the least of his worries, so you would have to approach the topic yourself, because, trust me, it's gonna save you a lot of time and suffering from waiting for him to make a move. He's a proper gentleman with you no matter what, and he makes up for his inexperience with his eagerness to please.

His losing his virginity is something he would have never imagined. So, who knew he would like you touching his body so much? Seriously, he finds out way too quickly that there's no way he could have achieved such a pleasure all by himself. The most physical contact he gets from others nowadays is a pat on the back from the other commanders, maybe a handshake or two, and other than that, it's just him being punched upon various other things.

To lose his virginity and indulge himself in fine dining (you) , he embodies his mature side, and decides to have a discussion with you.

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Red-Haired Shanks.

Shanks? A virgin? He lost his virginity a long time ago, and that's probably why he's so confident. I don't think he has a single insecure bone left in his body by the time he's 20. He doesn't need one, anyways, the boy inherited Dark King Rayleigh's charms as if he were his son, and sometimes it's super annoying. He isn't a complete fuckboy, but he definitely got around a lot when he was a young man, but after ten years of constant hookups, be it women, men, or anybody not on the spectrum, he made the decision to settle down... Mostly because one of his old flings had a small pregnancy scare and he was horrified.

Shanks is pretty experienced, to put it simply, he knows how to put his charms to good use, how to get anybody to drop their pants after a nice long flirting session, or, if they aren't the type for casual hookups, after a sweet date.

That being said, he prefers having intercourse over masturbation, actually, I do not believe he has used his own hand to please himself in... Many years. But, as previously mentioned, even a man like him manages to settle down. Shanks, like Ace, would only manage with a lover who would be strong enough to impress his crew, that being said, if you want him to genuinely love you for anything besides your body, you have to play hard to get. (Was that term used correctly? It's 2 am)

He is a natural flirt, so charismatic it's scary. So when you reject his advances, he is very taken aback, and it fuels his sexual fantasies. He would burn through many of women, trying to get rid of this pure sexual frustration he feels every second you're near, and for a moment he was considering begging you to atleast let him see your naked body. But, after a month or two, he lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smell of someone's body spray melted into his red hair, and he feels something other than lust for you. Actually, he was sure it was always there, but maybe he was too foolish to notice or see it.

Cue him asking you out, being absolutely overjoyed when he gets to call you his, wedding bells ringing in his head. (Though he is a pirate, and cannot have his marriage recognized legally)

You shortly realize he is more terribly perverse than he let on.

Shameless groping, dirty whispers, excessive nudity (though, if it was shanks, I'm sure nobody would mind👀) and lots and loootsss of advances. He is obviously willing to stop if you dislike such things, though.

Shanks never really saw himself loving someone outside of sex, but now that he is alive and loving, he just can't stop. But, of course, the pervert is itching to screw you, though he isn't purely thinking of sex, the thought pops up constantly and it makes the palm of his hand itch. He wants your first time to be special, but the longer he waits, the more he wants it, the more he dreams of it, the more he just can't help but stare at you when you straighten your back, following the curve of your spine down to your... He is very obviously staring.

During intercourse, Shanks prefers to top, but he's not a stone top by any means, he likes to switch maybe once a month, his all time favorite position? Prone bone. Watching you lay in bed on your stomach has him drooling, and he might as well be rabid because he absolutely will be plotting, asking you to stay that way while he straddles you, offering a seemingly innocent back massage... It was, in fact, not.

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Benn Beckmann

Benn Beckmann is the man women and men alike dream about. He isn't a virgin, that's for sure.

I mean... He's an older man, he has quite a bit of experience, and I think, contrary to popular belief, he chases women a lot more than his captain. Beck is more often than not chatting up a pretty lady anytime the red-haired pirates dock at an island, a whole crew of whores, they are. I wouldn't be surprised if a few of the crew have screwed the same person before... Beck has a story about that involving Shanks and somebody else, and it may or may not have ended in a threesome, but that's simply what the rumors say.

He is one of the red-haired pirates, and he isn't completely devoid of sentiment or some oddly nonchalant guy, he has feelings, wants, and needs too, his mental health wouldn't keep up on the crew of partygoers if he was so uptight. Beck doesn't like to lust over people unless they show the same type of interest in him; don't get me wrong because he does find people attractive and he is not at all feeling guilty for eyeing a pretty piece of eye candy or even whistling at someone every once in a while, he doesn't want to imagine screwing every good looking person he sees is all.

He is a big man, he looks like he could snap somebody in half with a singular flex of his bicep, not to mention he's the first mate of an emperor of the sea; Beck is just as strong as Shanks, and as the red-haired pirates gain power and fame, he finds himself a little more pent up, though people flock to him so he doesn't complain much. Who doesn't want a man like him in their bed, anyways?

Though, he does please himself from time to time, of course. He opens the drawer of his desk full of magazines, takes his pick and gets straight to work, ensuring the door is locked. He's getting straight to the point, dropping his pants down to his ankles whilst leaning back in the chair he's in, closing his eyes to take in the moment. It isn't too frequent, and it's not a big deal if he can't find some time to himself, he knows somebody else will always make time for him, anyways.

Beck has a high libido, and has taken a liking to pretty ladies in particular, but that doesn't mean his taste involves one gender exclusively, of course, he's happy to take somebody to bed if they look good enough. Concerning romantic relationships, he doesn't really see any of that happening, his life is full of freedom and adventure, he's merely tied down to his crew and he prefers to keep it that way.

But... if he just so happened to develop romantic feelings for you, it would happen one of three ways. Maybe you two had a bit of a friends with benefits relationship, you being one of the red-haired pirates making it easier for you two to meet up for nightly trysts; Or maybe you happened to be a friend of Shanks, perhaps during his time on Rogers crew, maybe you were rivals, or maybe just plain old friends, a friend of his captains is a friend of his. Maybe he's fucking you nearly every day and night, and his feelings got a little out of hand one somewhere along the way... Either way, it was pretty easy for lust to turn into love and infatuation.

Beck was wary of welcoming you into his heart, but he did so, and he rushed over you like a heavy flood. He isn't acting like he was in heat, like his captain would with his significant other, he prefers to love you quietly, but of course his hand would slip lower down your back every once in a while and completely dwarf your ass as he groped you, holding his cigarette in his teeth as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He's definitely an ass man.

When it comes to thinking of having sex with you, he's a little nervous. He's respectful to all his hookups, and he is very confident in that aspect but he is absolutely ginormous and he doesn't wanna split you in two in the literal sense. It will hurt for sure, he knows that, you're gonna whine and cry out all night long, he knows that too, but he wants you, and he knows you want him, as your lover, he begins to discuss it with you as casually as he can, his voice smooth and maybe a little rough during the entire ordeal.

He makes his move after a sweet date, loving on you all night and kissing you all the way back to his bedroom, mostly because he hadn't taken anybody there before, and he wanted your first time with him to be special.

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Monkey D. Luffy.

Luffy could not care less about nudity, and he cares even less about sex. In Alabasta, the only reason he even reacted to Nami flashing him was because Usopp was there, and Luffy really didn't mind seeing Hancock's naked body.

He has never considered jerking off a day in his life, nudity is just a part of life for him, you got your pants off? That's cool. Just for the fun of it, he's nude. Tits out? His are already out most of the time so it's no big deal. (You can tell I'm having fun with this.)

He's not sure he could fall in love, all he desires is freedom. His lover doesn't need strength, as long as they're kind and they share the same moral code as him, he's overjoyed! He probably will convince them to join his crew, despite being clueless on sex, he has a... Slight understanding of romance, he thinks.

After falling in love with you and feeling various different things with you, he very quickly realizes that he feels a different kind of heat in his body that isn't his rapidly beating heart or his stomach fluttering, which, could also be his stomach growling, but that's besides the point. He's clueless, when Dadan tried to give Ace, Sabo, and him "the talk" he was so grossed out he ran off, leaving Ace in the dust. So, all he knew was that he had a dick, and literally nothing else, so if you're afab, you have to explain stuff to him. When Luffy feels that heat creep into his skin, coursing through his veins, it all rushes to one place.

His shorts feel tight, to the point it's painful, and it's even worse when his eyes land on you. His stomach aches, well, he thinks it does, it feels weird, and that's all he knows. He actually ends up talking to Sanji, the expert in erotica... Or so he says. Now, he's got a pretty good grasp on his sexuality, and he wants to try having sex with you. He doesn't sugarcoat it, doesn't really plan something intricate, he'll walk up to you while you're doing whatever, and he's gonna blurt it out in that same casual tone he has when he says "I'm hungry" , and he might just embarrass you infront of his crew.

"Wanna have sex?" Oh boy, do you.

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END.

Feet planted shoulder-width apart, body angled toward the target, you grip the rifle firmly, the stock pressing into your shoulder. It’s an extraordinary firearm, you think. And at last, he’s letting you shoot it. You steady the rifle with your dominant hand, and can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips as you close one eye, the other aligning carefully with the sight.

You’ve spent months trying to convince him to let you shoot it, only to be met with evasive answers every time. But on this cheerful, lighthearted afternoon, while everyone else is busy preparing decorations for the last night of the year, he’s finally agreed, though not without asking for something in return.

The back-and-forth flirting between the two of you has been growing bolder for some time now, culminating in a cheeky wager. If you hit the target, you’ll be excused from cleaning the deck for a whole week. And what does he get if you miss? He wants a kiss.

Behind you, Yassop nods in approval at your perfect shooting stance before disappearing to help the others. He’s taught you well, so this shouldn’t be a problem. The immense figure of Beckman remains motionless at your side, watching amusedly with a lopsided smirk as you inhale and exhale, your focus locked on the center of the target.

Your finger brushes gently against the trigger. It’s a shame Beckman’s going to miss out on that kiss, because you’re just as eager to give it to him as you are to show off your shooting skills. But that’s life. He shouldn’t have set such an insultingly easy target if he wanted to finally taste your lips. Chuckling softly, you apply a little pressure to the trigger with your index finger, and…

BANG!!!!!

A cloud of smoke fills the air. Your eyes, fixed impatiently on the target, strain to see the result. As the smoke clears, the heat of embarrassment creeps up your neck and into your cheeks. You’ve missed.

“N-no way.” You blink.

Beckman’s laugh rumbles in his chest, deep and unbothered. “First, missed,” he says, still half-laughing, his voice rough like gravel. “Tough luck, darlin’.”

Your eyes snap back to him and catch that damn grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. You don’t get it. You’re one of the best snipers on the ship, and missing such an easy shot it’s humiliating.

"Shoot again," Beckman says, amused as he watches your confused expression. "The kiss is already mine," he hastens to add, “but I’ll give you a second chance”.

“B-but—”

“Shoot again,” he repeats as he takes your hand and guides it back to the rifle’s grip. Your fingers curl around the gun, but you are still trying to figure out what went wrong. Beckman lets out a quiet chuckle, stepping up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you back into position.

With a sigh, you obey and place the stock of the heavy rifle back on your shoulder. As you line your eyes up with the sight again, you feel Beck’s head hover over your shoulder and lean closer to yours, his eyes also fixed on the target. A sweet scent of aftershave drifts from his freshly shaven chin, and you shake your head to focus, tensing your arms to steady your aim. The moment your finger presses the trigger, Beck’s larger hand grips the barrel, deflecting the shot.

BANG!!!!!

"Hey!" you snap. 

Beck’s massive chest press against your back to help your body absorb the recoil. When the smoke clears, you glance at the target. You’ve nailed the center. 

"Second, hit," you hear his deep voice behind you.

Spinning around, you narrow your eyes at him. "That's cheating! The barrel’s crooked!"

Beckman simply shrugs and flashes you that cocky grin of his. "Never said it wasn’t."

"ARG!!" you snort, clenching your fists, trying to control the urge to punch him. But he just laughs more, flicking his cigarette overboard to free his mouth as he leans in boldly.

"And now… my kiss."

You lift your chin and look at him defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest to show your disapproval, but you know there’s nothing you can do. A deal is a deal. Unless…

Flashing him a mischievous grin, you rise onto your toes and cup his freshly shaven face in your hands. His sweet aftershave hits you once more as you lean in toward him, your noses brushing lightly in a soft caress. As he closes his eyes and slightly parts his lips for you, you tilt your head and plant a quick, tiny kiss on his cheek.

He immediately opens his eyes, looking at you in confusion, and you smirk at him triumphantly before spinning on your heel.

"First, missed!" you shout over your shoulder, leaving him standing on the deck.

A few hours later, you savor the immense feast Roo has prepared for dinner on the deck. You're not far from the summer islands, so the night settles over the ship with a pleasant warmth. Surrounded by small lanterns you helped hang, you all eat to the rhythm of Punch’s cheerful music while Shanks and the others share stories and laugh.

Several times throughout the night, your eyes meet Beckman’s. He smiles at you and raises his beer mug in a silent toast. You smile back at him like it’s nothing.

After dessert, you move closer to him, and he casually offers you his thigh to sit on, as he often does. It's something you've been doing for a while now, and the others have grown used to it. You love sitting like a doll in his lap. It gives you both some time to chat about everything and nothing while you finish your drinks. Plus, that swaying sensation of the ship seems to disappear on his thigh, firm as a rock, keeping you steady.

But something lingers unresolved between you two. The pending prize and the one patiently waiting to claim it. Although you’ve noticed he hasn’t smoked all night, he isn’t rushing you. Because if there’s one thing Benn Beckman is, it’s a patient man. Especially when the reward is as sweet as your lips.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Yasopp mutters as he rushes to light the row of fireworks he’s set up along the ship's railing.

You take a sip of your drink and giggle as Hongo approaches the flustered sniper, carrying the usual burn kit he always keeps ready for this time of year. 

There are still a couple of minutes left until midnight, but most of the crew are already on their feet, gathering at the center of the deck, cheering and raising their glasses to welcome the new year.

"Want to join them, darlin’?" Beck says softly, lazily tracing small circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You glance at him and smile, shaking your head. He smiles back, and from that moment on, neither of you looks away.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven!" you hear your friends shouting, but your eyes are only on your first mate. His intense gray eyes betray him as they flick briefly to your lips before locking back onto your gaze.

"Six, five, four, three!"

Instinctively, your body leans toward his, and you feel his fingers rest gently on your lower back, pulling you in with the softest touch. His other hand moves to the side of your neck, tracing along your jawline until his fingers tilt your chin up ever so slightly. The tender motion makes your eyes flutter shut, your tongue wetting your lips in quiet anticipation.

“Darlin’, I’m dying for that kiss,” he whispers so close to your lips that you can feel his warmth.

"Two, one… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

The crew breaks into joyful cheers, and without opening your eyes, you tilt your head just enough to let your mouth find Beck’s, pressing your lips to his in a kiss as long and deep as it is hungry. You need that kiss as much as he does, but wanting to tease him, you pull away and look at him playfully.

"Second, hit," you say, trying to keep a straight face.

He chuckles in response, his eyes scanning your face with adoration as his hand moves to the back of your neck.

"Come here," he mutters, crashing his lips against yours once again, devouring you with an intensity no other man ever has.

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝❜𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝❞

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞❞

You both stood on the balcony, watching everything from above. You leaned against the railing with a soft smile on your lips as you spotted your brother chatting with a group of children, probably listening to his ventures.

You paid attention to the sounds of the festival, the music, the laughter, and the smell of the delicious food.

“Damn.” You hear Benn curse under his breath, struggling with the lighter, listening to the flick of the wheel.

A cigarette was in between his lips, his eyes narrowed at the lighter that refused to light.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a box of matches, dragging it along the side of the box, you lit the match.

“Here.” You said, reaching over with the match in hand.

But there was a problem, Ben was stupidly tall…

“If you could…” You asked him, hoping he’d take the hint.

A sly smile was across his face, grabbing your wrist to pull you closer and leaning down to connect his cigarette with your match. The warm follow of the match illuminated Benn’s features, giving you an even better look at him.

It made you jump as you thought he would hold on tighter but his grip felt that you could easily pull back if you wanted to.

Your eyes met as the fire was passed from match to his cigarette, and a satisfied hum came from him.

Your face became hot, and Benn did not attempt to break contact, even with his cigarette lit.

“Thanks.” Benn voiced, exhaling a puff of smoke in your direction and releasing his grip. His voice was deep yet gentle.

You blew out the match, “N… No problem.” You cleared your throat and you broke eye contact first, turning your attention back to the festival.

The atmosphere changed, but you couldn’t pay attention to the festival anymore. Not with the smell of cigarettes and the faint smell of his cologne that you got a whiff of when you were close.

Benn took another drag from his cigarette, and then, hesitantly, he spoke. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, it has.” It was then quiet once more between you two, but it was a comfortable atmosphere.

“Want to give it a try?” Benn’s voice broke the silence, offering you a cigarette, “Or want one?” Almost like a whisper, like he was afraid to scare you away.

You paused for a moment, your finger tapping on the railing before you eventually nodded.

Benn brought out another cigarette from the box and handed it to you. You placed the cigarette in between your lips, reaching for your matches.

“Wait.” He smirked, his hands clasped the sides of your face, and tugged you near once more, lighting your cigarette with his own.

As you inhaled, the smoke burned your lungs and your throat but you didn’t focus on the pain, you focused on him.

But suddenly started to cough, forgetting to focus. Your eyes shut immediately as you pulled out the cigarette, taking steps back and your hand comes to your chest.

“Shit.” Benn chuckled at you, and he watched you closely. Shanks’ words rang in the back of his head…

He’s been Shanks’ first men for years and years, but in this moment, it felt like everything was gone and it was just you and Benn.

His eyes never left your figure, rather, he stepped to you. To the point where when you finally stopped coughing and see how close Benn is, your faces are just inches apart.

The air felt thick and hot, both of your cigarettes long forgotten…

But then, just as you went to close the gap, Benn pulled away,. He retreated, and his expression showed that he worried.

You’re caught off guard, you too worried and confused, “Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong-”

Benn huffed, running a hand through his hair, “It’s not you, (Y/n).” Hurriedly taking a drag.

“Then what is it?”

Benn took a moment to look at you but he turned and left. Even when you chased after him, it’s like he disappeared among the crowd of the island’s citizens.

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You engulfed your brother in a tight hug as he easily lifted you off the ground, giving a little spin as well. The two of you laugh together as it has been years since you two saw each other, and since you both have different kinds of lives.

“Thanks for the invite!” Shanks smiled as he let you down, “Didn’t think you chose to give up being a pirate.”

“Eh… Well, I found this-” Gesturing to the island you both stand on, “More fun.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” He chuckled and followed you into town where the rest of the crew were sitting inside a bar.

All of them were chattering amongst themselves, enjoying the food and drinks, “I was also surprised to hear from you. Didn’t think inviting a pirate crew was a good choice.”

“I thought this festival would be a good way to catch up.” You take a seat at the bar, next to your brother who is ordering his food and drink, “This island is known for its partying.”

Shanks lifted an eyebrow at your statement, “Really?”

“Yep, just a couple of days ago, we just finished up a party that lasted half a year.”

“Were there any special occasions?”

You shake your head, “The people just like partying.” You said it with a wide smile, your eyes lighting up with joy as you remember the endless partying.

“Seems you haven’t changed.” Shanks smiled as well, thanking the bartender for being his meal, “It’s been a while since we were able to let loose.” He takes a swing of his ale, “Think I could crash at your place?”

If your smile couldn’t get any wider… “I’ll set up your room.” You hopped off the barstool and hurried back to your little home. It was probably big enough to fit a group of four, maybe five.

Shanks sets down his drink and turns to the crew, his gaze fixed on his crew, “Listen up men!” He began. His usually fun tone was gone and all that was left was a deep and commanding voice that was rarely used, “I’ve got something to say.”

He paused, giving his crew a moment to calm down and become quiet, “Everyone here knows my sister, I, of course, talked about her. She’s family and during our stay…” He took another glance, his eyes connecting with his right-hand man’s, “No matter who you are, not a single one of you is allowed to do anything to her. No expectations.”

Everyone exchanged looks, they all knew one thing, not to say anything back, no excuses, nothing.

“Now…” Shanks lifted his mug in the air and his usual smile returned to his face, “Let’s party until we drop!”

It wasn’t hours later until drinks were poured, music played, and laughter was heard. No matter how many times the island threw parties, they never seemed to tire from it.

The sun wasn’t even down yet and people were already drinking heavily.

Various smells of different kinds of foods filled your nostrils, and you dragged your drunk brother around the stalls, trying the food to keep him happy and still standing on his feet.

“Try this!” You bring the food to his lips, letting him take a bite.

He chewed a couple of times before swallowing, “Not bad.” He slurred, taking the meat skewer from your hands.

You grab another one for yourself, “See?” A single skewer of the delicious meat and devouring it in a couple of bites.

You couldn’t help but watch Shanks as he was drunk but he was enjoying himself. His stupidly infectious drunken laughter as he tried even more dishes.

“You and your crew sure know how to party.” You comment, looking towards his crew where all of them are crowded together, singing to the music being played, “And you haven’t lost your appetite.”

Shanks grinned, “What can I say? Food is life’s greatest pleasure.” He takes a large bite from the skewer. Once he finished, he tossed the wooden pick in the nearest trash can.

A playful shout caught his ears, Shanks turned to see a group of children engaged in a game of chase or a game of tag. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he nudged your arm, “Care to play a game, sis?”

And you see where’s pointing with his only hand, “You’re on!”

Instantly, you ran away, not before smacking his arm. You dashed through the crowds, carefully not to bump or hit people on the way.

You could hear your brother laughing along. You took various turns to lose him as excitement filled your body. You finally felt relaxed as it felt like you both were back to being children before the two of you decided to split ways.

And even after he decided to form his crew, the two of you rarely saw each other…

You sprinted around a corner, looking over your shoulder to see if Shanks was behind you. You collided with a tall figure, you stumbled back and the stranger grabbed your arm.

Startled and heavily breathing, you found yourself against the wall with your heart racing, “Easy there.” Benn’s voice was focused and low, “And who are you running from?”

“B-Benn! It’s me.” You quickly whispered, hearing your brother’s giggles running past the alleyway.

It was lightened up by a touch hanging off the wall. At the end of the wall, there were some stairs leading up to the second floor.

You could see his eyes soften and his grip loosens immediately as he recognizes your voice, “(Y/n)...” Benn tilts his head slightly, his eyes squinting in the dim light, “What are you doing far from the party?”

You let out a sigh of relief as Benn took a couple of steps back, “Well…” Unsure how to explain.

The tense silence was in the air, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The joyful festival was pushed to the back of your head as it felt awkward.

Benn looked over at the stairs at the end of the alleyway, he then looked back at you.

“...Care to join me for a smoke?”

» » YOU’RE HERE « « ⊰ Next Part ⊰

You were an interesting character on the crew. The only woman, and a strikingly different personality. Everyone on the ship was self-assured, loud mouthed, a party-goer – except you. You were more shy, liked to keep to yourself, would sooner remain on the edges of a party to observe or even stay home. But, the thing that'd gotten you a place on the crew was that just like them you were an incredible fighter. You were a swordswoman, and a well trained one, and in battle all of your reserved personality disappeared to be replaced with that of a confident fighter, knowing that she'd make all the correct moves at the right moment and flawlessly survive.

After a fight was over, you'd return to your usual self, and it was a difference that the crew used to marvel at but was now just normal. You'd leave and wash up, rejoining them as the shy girl they knew and loved. And if you wished a particular crew member loved you in a slightly different way then that was your business. Well, and the business of your best friend on board Limejuice, but that was neither here nor there.

You were a good fighter because your upbringing had been, well, interesting to use a kind word. Your father had been an unusual character, who'd insisted on keeping you trained. At first, it had been to protect yourself but as he grew older the reason became to protect him. He'd become violent as he aged and forgot you, and it hurt you that you couldn't protect him like he'd wanted - there was no way to protect him from himself. He died after a few years of slowly losing his memories and his sense of self, and you'd left for the sea after that.

Sometimes you thought of your father, even after all these years, and it saddened you to know that there was nothing you could've done for him. You'd raise a glass to him while the crew cheered and laughed, and you'd drink in his name. But sometimes, you remembered him in your dreams.

For the most part the dreams were positive, of times past, when you were a young girl getting dirty while climbing trees or digging in the dirt for treasure and he would come and scoop you up in his arms to take you to dinner. He'd cherished you, like your mother would've wanted. Every now and then however, you'd dream of the later parts of his life, when he began to forget and it hurt like hell.

On this particular night, you'd accidentally fallen asleep at the edge of the deck while the crew played cards late into the night, with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your head in your arms on a table. It wasn't the most comfortable but you'd had a long few days.

Your dreams were not kind. You dreamt of your father, and at first it had been nice. You were a little girl again, playing hopscotch outside the house with the boy from down the street. Then your father emerged from the house confused and suddenly you aged fifteen years, the way you did in dreams, and you were an adult managing your father's sickness alone. He was angry, accusing you of trying to kill him with the meal you'd made, and he leapt at you, desperately trying to claw at your skin to kill you before you killed him.

You woke with a start to a hand on your shoulder and concerned eyes looking down at you. You gulped down air desperately, trying to steady yourself and slow your rapidly beating heart. Benn was there though, watching over you while you calmed, waiting for you to be ready to speak. "You okay?" He asked softly a few minutes later, when you were breathing normally and the pulse he could feel under his fingertips had slowed. "Bad dream. I'm alright." You assured him with a quick nod. He took a step back and offered you his arm with a charming smile. "Let me escort you to your room?" He offered, and you could only laugh softly and agree.

Benn led you to your room, both of you content with the silence. You didn't need to speak. He followed you into your room and made sure that you got into bed okay, his own anxiety pooling in his stomach. He worried about you, sometimes. "I'll still be here when you wake up, just across the hall. You can come find me if you need me." He offered, hand on the doorknob, already in the doorframe ready to leave. You hesitated for a moment, panic flooding through you again - you weren't sure you could be alone. "Wait-" You said quickly, sitting bolt upright just before the door could close. Benn reopened the door all the way, concern having returned to his expression.

"Sorry I just- I don't think I can be alone right now. Could you.. stay here tonight, maybe?" You asked nervously, voice so soft it could barely be heard. But Benn heard your request as if you'd yelled it, because he heard everything that you said, never needing you to repeat yourself. He nodded and re-entered the room, closing the door behind himself. "Move over then." Benn said with an easy smile, and when you did, he slipped into the bed behind you, easily pulling the blanket over himself. He didn't hold you because ultimately you were just friends still. But, when you fell asleep and shifted to lay on his chest, Benn kept himself awake for just a little while to enjoy the taste of what it would be like if you were his.

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That evening

The Crews: [have somehow started a boat party]

Shanks and Whitebeard: [chatting around a table ladened with food]

You: Daddy, will you pass the rum?

Shanks and Whitebeard: [reach for it, accidentally touch hands, and lock eyes]

the crews: ʱªʱªʱª(ᕑᗢूᓫ∗)

Shanks: (☼Д☼) !! *Books it for his ship*

Whitebeard: [hot on his heels] AKAGAMI!

Marco: wow

Benn: That was a mean thing to do, (y/n).

You: ଘ(✿˵•́ ω •̀˵) ? I didn't do anything, [lying].

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