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Medical examination

By the way, this is a fiction starring Benn Beckmann and his trans masc lover.  I’m not myself a trans man but as non-binary person, AFAB. Writing about a trans man makes the most sense for me.  If you have any advice or comments, don’t hesitate.  Be careful, this story uses Y/N to describe the Reader. Also, English is not my native language, so excuse me for any mistakes. Plot: Y/N complains about abdominal pain, which leads to a consultation with Hongo, quite embarrassing for theme. To Beckmann’s delight. Warning : discussion about sexual activity.

By the way, this is a fiction starring Benn Beckmann and his trans masc lover.  I’m not myself a trans man but as non-binary person, AFAB. Writing about a trans man makes the most sense for me.  If you have any advice or comments, don’t hesitate.  Be careful, this story uses Y/N to describe the Reader. Also, English is not my native language, so excuse me for any mistakes.  Plot: The crew of the redhead discovers a chest in a ship after a looting. Chest that is filled with lingerie, which gives ideas to Yasopp, and spice up the relationship between Beckmann and Y/N. (final)

The most dangerous

The weeks have gone by quite quickly since the red lingerie incident. Beckmann had learned to control his nosebleeds, thanks to his usual calmness. To the great misfortune of Shanks and the rest of the crew who were having fun with the situation. 

Everyone was convinced that it was over for good until one evening. 

Beckmann and Y/N had just left the party that was taking place on the Red Force bridge.

While he was lying on their bed, reading a final chapter before going to bed. Y/N changed in the bathroom. 

- You know I love the crew, but how I love the quiet of our cabin.

- Hmm, I can’t hear you, little pirate. 

Y/N passed his head through the bathroom door. 

- I said like the calm by your side. 

Beckmann smiled tenderly.

Then, he watched Y/N leave the bathroom. This time without any lingerie, any chemise, or mesh. But he was wearing an old t-shirt. 

A t-shirt that Beckmann recognized almost immediately, because it was an old t-shirt of his. Which was way too big for Y/N because it got up to his knee. 

- I’m borrowing it. 

Beckmann says nothing, he simply fixes Y/N without saying anything. 

Then... pschitt. 

- Beckmann again, there’s nothing this time. 

- It’s just that...

- What 

Y/N handed him a tissue box placed on the desk since the beginning of these bloody incidents. 

- It’s just an old t-shirt that’s too big. 

- It’s worse, because you’re wearing my clothes.

- You’re ridiculous, you know. 

- It’s just so nice to see you comfortable in my clothes, the atmosphere is very domestic.

By the way, this is a fiction starring Benn Beckmann and his trans masc lover.  I’m not myself a trans man but as non-binary person, AFAB. Writing about a trans man makes the most sense for me.  If you have any advice or comments, don’t hesitate.  Be careful, this story uses Y/N to describe the Reader. Also, English is not my native language, so excuse me for any mistakes.  Plot: The crew of the redhead discovers a chest in a ship after a looting. Chest that is filled with lingerie, which gives ideas to Yasopp, and spice up the relationship between Beckmann and Y/N. (part 3)

The lost bet

Although Beckmann’s reaction was reassuring Y/N about wearing lingerie in his presence, the change was slow in their daily lives. 

Fortunately, they could count on the other crew members to help them. 

It was thus, that a week after the nightdress episode, Y/N lost another bet, this time with Rockstar, against Lucky Roux. 

Indeed, the latter had bet on the fact that Shanks would not cry after his brother Buggy after a week in the city. Once this bet won, by the presence of a Shanks sobbing on the railing after seeing a child with slightly bluish hair running in the streets, Lucky challenged Y/N and Rockstar to wear fishnet stockings for a whole day.

- You see, if there’s one thing I remember from today, it’s that the captain is a sensitive human being. 

Rockstar sought to lighten the atmosphere that had become heavy in the cabin where the two losers were changing. 

- My ass, yes. What I remember is that I’m never going with Lucky again. Besides, I’m on deck cleaning duty. I just hope I don’t end up in shorts. 

- Come on, it’ll work out even if we’re approaching a summer island, we shouldn’t be entering its micro climate for a few days. 

- Speak for yourself, it’s really cold in the communication room. 

With these words, Rockstar laughed softly before finishing to put on his belt and go back to finish his tasks.

On his side, Y/N felt rather uncomfortable. Stockings had never been his thing, especially when he had to work. He was always afraid of damaging them by moving crates or other activities. 

Y/N hoped to realize that his lover would not see him dressed like that. Even though his reaction to the black nightgown had strengthened his self-esteem, he was not yet comfortable enough to wear silk underwear regularly. 

Living on a pirate ship didn’t help either. Always having to be ready to face an adversary ship and the tasks Daily routines that added to that did not allow for the wearing of fragile clothes.

The day passed rather quickly, punctuated by Lucky coming to admire Y/N and Rockstar in their magnificent stocking. Those who would give themselves to heart, to parade in the ship’s kitchen under the cheers of the cook. 

- Next time, you should wear it with extra heels. 

- Easy, Lucky, what next time? 

Asked Rockstar with a suspicious look. 

- Hooo, come on, as a birthday gift. A little parade in mesh and heels. 

- Always dream, Lucky. These stockings are so uncomfortable...

Even before Y/N could elaborate, the kitchen door swung wide open, revealing Beckmann with his gaze fixed on a paper in his hand. 

- Hey Lucky, you wouldn’t have the inventory from last week....

Beckmann does not finish his sentence because his gaze fell on Y/N, who had not had time to change or get dressed. 

At this vision, Beckmann stops dead. Like a statue. Then, turn on his heel.

- Where are you going? Asked Y/N.

- Get some tissues.

- Why?

- Because I know my body.

A second later, Y/N heard Beckmann’s muffled voice

- Ah, there you go.

- I don’t really know what’s happening to him, it’s becoming more and more common for his nose to bleed. I hope he hasn’t broken it.

At these words, Rockstar and Lucky looked at him in surprise. 

- hem Y/N, you don’t know what that means.  

- Of course not, otherwise I would have helped him.  

Y/N darted his gaze at the two teammates who were laughing. 

- But anyway, what’s going on here?

Y/N began to get angry. Until Rockstar finally answered him. 

- Nothing, nothing, but you should talk about it with Hongo 

- Even with Beck directly. 

Respond Lucky with a smirk. 

This day allowed both to ask some questions and answer some others. 

On one side, Y/N was wondering what was happening to Beckmann. On the other hand, Rockstar realized that mesh stockings were his thing, and Shanks allowed him to keep both pairs of the trunk.

By the way, this is a fiction starring Benn Beckmann and his trans masc lover.  I’m not myself a trans man but as non-binary person, AFAB. Writing about a trans man makes the most sense for me.  If you have any advice or comments, don’t hesitate.  Be careful, this story uses Y/N to describe the Reader. Also, English is not my native language, so excuse me for any mistakes.  Plot: The crew of the redhead discovers a chest in a ship after a looting. Chest that is filled with lingerie, which gives ideas to Yasopp, and spice up the relationship between Beckmann and Y/N. (part 2)

Just a ribbon

A few days had passed since the incident of the lingerie chest, which almost everyone had forgotten about. Except for Yasopp, whose mind was turning to all power in order to put his plan into action.

A simple plan that aimed to convince Y/N to wear certain pieces of lingerie. He was convinced that Y/N would be happy in some of these rooms, given how his gaze had softened when he evoked the few pieces he once owned. 

Moreover, now that he had the body, he was due at birth, this freedom was well deserved, especially after the last years that had not been tender with their young teammate. At these memories, Yasopp’s face turned to a wince. It was absolutely necessary that his plan did not disrupt his young friend but that he put him at ease.

That is why Yasopp was looking for a way to keep Beckmann away from the plan. Even if Y/N was confident about his gender expression with close friends, he sometimes doubted the reactions of Beck, who in his mind, as a lover, certainly had a different point of view for Y/N.

The opportunity to make his plan happen came one night, when Shanks, Lucky Roux, Y/N and he got together for a poker game. 

After several rounds and a few beers, Yasopp finally got started. 

- And what if, starting from the next round, we gave a token to the loser?  

The idea was quickly approved for the whole group. 

After a few parties where Lucky Roux is forced to dance while singing Bink’s no sake. That Shanks had to tell his most embarrassing anecdotes and lost the right to wear his favorite flower pants. Only Yasopp and Y/N will remain without a pledge, but it was quickly Y/N’s turn to lose the game.  

- Well, my dear friend, here is your pledge. You go look in the trunk at the lingerie store for a penny and wear it for the rest of the evening. If you can do it, of course.

Yasopp’s mocking look was the trigger.  

- You bet.  

And Y/N comes back quite quickly dressed with an elegant black negligee over it, a few red ribbons, and above all, a looking far too proud face.

At this sight, Shanks couldn’t help but compliment YN. 

- seas, you are handsome, it suits you perfectly. 

- Fortunately, the woman from whom the chest was stolen was my size and had a small chest. It looks good on mine too. And since I kept my curves and my height, I am now sexier than all of you together!! 

The remark made the small group laughter, and the parties keep chaining up until Lucky Roux decides to leave it at that for the evening.

At these words, the group began to pack up their things, but before Y/N could change his clothes, Beckmann entered the cabin before freezing in place.

The silence fell in the cabin. A very long silence. Before a drop of blood slid from Beckmann’s nose. 

Then Shanks, in his eternal delicacy, asked,  

- hey mate, are you alright ?

- Yes, I’m good, I just finished my shift, I came to see where Y/N was, before going to bed. 

While Beckmann was talking, his gaze did not leave Y/N and other drops of blood slipped from his nose under the amused gaze of Lucky Roux and Yasopp. 

This reaction, on the contrary, began to worry YN. 

- BECK,

The sniper slowly puts a hand under his nose.

- I’m fine.

- Your nose is bleeding, so no, I think you should go see Hongo.

Beckmann cut Y/N, who was starting to panic.  

- This is a perfectly normal physiological reaction.

- To what then?

- I refuse to answer this question.

Behind them, the crew burst out laughing.