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.
This was the final part of this series.This one is a bit short, but it's my first time writing a series.
Comments and critics are appreciated, see you soon and take care.
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.
Here is part 3, hope you will like it. I will try to post the next part in a few days.
Comment and critique are welcome if you feel so.
By the way i'm also present on AO3 under the same username
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.
Here is part 2, hope you will like it.
I will try to post part 3 in a few days
Comment and critique are welcome if you feel so.
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.
The morning had just appeared, illuminating the cabin. When a ray of sunlight landed on Y/N’s face, he let out a slight growl, strongly displeased to be awaked so suddenly.
This vision made Beckmann, already awake for a long time, who was reading his novel, gently laugh.
- You know, breakfast is about to be served. You should get up before Lucky eats everything.
- You know that Lucky loves me. He’ll always leave me a piece.
Beckmann nodded softly, knowing full well that Y/N was right.
Lucky and the rest of the crew now considered Y/N their little brother and had been watching over him since he came on board.
The lovers were preparing to join the rest of the crew, but when Y/N bent down to retrieve an abandoned shirt from the ground the night before, a sharp pain gripped him in his lower abdomen, causing him to growl in discomfort.
- Y/N, is everything fine
- Yes, yes, don’t worry, it’ll pass; I thinks I just sleep in a weird position.
- Hmm, if you say so.
Beckmann glanced at Y/N before kissing him tenderly and starting his day, even though Y/N could sense his slight worry gaze before Beckmann regained control of his emotions.
But the longer the day went by, the more the pain worsened to the point that Y/N could not stop himself from wince in pain with each effort. And that, Beckmann did not let pass.
- Y/N, you should really go see Hongo.
- It’s okay, Beckmann. I’m in pain but I’m fine.
- You moaned trying to lift a crate earlier.
- It was a perfectly manly noise.
- Of course.
Beckmann placed a hand on Y/N’s waist and took him to the stern of the ship.
- Listen, could it be your period? I can do something to help you.
His gaze began to show a real concern.
- I know it’s a complicated moment but I can ask Lucky for some chocolate and a hot tea.
Y/N gave a big smile before reassuring Beck
- It’s possible that my period will start soon. Which would explain the pain.
This period was always complicated for Y/N, who in addition to the pain suffered from dysphoric attacks that him triggered during the week.
- Thank you, Beck. I think that by this tomorrow it should be over. It never lasts very long. But I don’t say no to chocolate and tea.
Except that the next day, the pain did not go away. It did not worsen, but it did not completely disappear. Bonus point for Y/N whose period weren’t coming and who, according to his schedule, was supposed to arrive in 2 weeks.
He therefore found himself with pain in his stomach without explanation. And although he tried to hide it from Beckmann, the vice-captain spotted every sign of discomfort.
- This time it’s too much, I’m taking you to see Hongo.
Beckmann declared after Y/N bent over in pain on the desk in their cabin. This time, even for Y/N, it was too much.
So, for a few minutes, Y/N and Beckmann will find themselves in the infirmary. Beckmann leaned against a wall and Y/N sat facing Hongo on his desk.
- Well, when you come for a stomach pain, that’s it.
- Yep, it’s been going on for a few days and hasn’t passed.
- Can it be, um... well, you know what...
- No, the dates don’t match, it must be something else.
Hongo then proceeded to a more complete examination, seeking the reason for the pain.
Although the exam gave nothing, Hongo did find a lead.
- Tell me, when did the pain start around the date of our last confrontation?
- Heuuu, yes almost at the same time, I think.
- And during this fight, you didn’t take a hit from anyone.
At that moment, Y/N remembered a kick he had received from an enemy crew. The fight hadn’t lasted long. They were a crew of newbie who thought themselves at the level of an emperor but who were not at all. But they were good enough for Y/N to get hit hard enough. The man did not have time to continue the assault when a bullet fired by the second-in-command of the redheaded crew pierced his skull.
And it’s true that since this fight, the pain was there.
- Hmm yes, but if that were it, it would have left, no?
Hongo, very proud to have found the source of the pain of the one he loved like his little brother, set himself to discovering the reason which explained that Y/N were still suffering when, as assumed, the bruise should have healed.
- Well, I have a few last questions. First of all, do you do intense physical activity regularly?
- Hongo. Y/N sighed
- We’re on a pirate ship, we spend our day carrying crates or pulling ropes, so yes.
- hmm, yes obviously, and what level of physical activity, wel let’s say intimate.
To this question, Y/N blushed suddenly with a cry of indignation. While Beckmann who had remained silent during the consultation, could not help but suffocate himself before the question so indiscreet.
- Hong, it’s absolutely necessary.
- Yes, that way I would have all the information needed to identify the problem.
- Yes. Murmured Y/N still as red.
Hongo scribbled the information on his notebook.
- Mmmkay, how often do you have sex?
- Hongo, please.
Behind his back, Beckmann stifled a laugh in his beard as he looked away from the doctor and his patient, to try to contain himself.
- Seriously Hongo, couldn’t you be, I don’t know, more subtle.
- And how little genius.
Y/N opened his mouth looking for a scathing answer but found nothing.
- You see, so...
- Regularly.
He chewed his words so much that no one in the room really understood what he meant. So, Beckmann took over.
- well, you see, in the morning before breakfast to get fit, and in the evening after the party when it’s slower and relaxed. And even sometimes...
- OK, ok, ok I got it.
This time, Hongo was as red as Y/N, if not more. He had just realized the extent of what he was asking for. And what it really meant.
- Well, hmm well that one wasn’t necessarily, hmm fine good there you go.
- By calypso, it’s about time.
- So yes, but it’s not really the end of the questionnaire. I think that if it’s not being treated very well, it’s just... let’s say that your intimate activities prevent a full recovery.
This time it was over for Y/N who was redder than shanks' hair. When he turned to look at Beckmann, he saw him with a big smile and his look way too amused for such a situation.
- Well, here’s what I recommend. Stop all sexual activity with penetration for a few days.
Y/N took his face in his hands and sighed
- I hate everyone in this room.
While Beckmann and Y/N are starting to leave the infirmary. Beck put an arm around the waist of his lover with a petty smile that promised not to leave him alone for the rest of the evening.
Before leaving the room, Hongo made one last remark.
- And then both of you, having seen Beckmann in the shower, I recommend using a huge dose of lubricant just in case. It can help limit this kind of pain.
- That’s already the case doc.
Yelled Beckmann already in the hallway.
- By the 7 seas, I hate you all.
In the evening in the cabin, as Beckmann emerged from the shower. He left the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist.
His smile had not left his face since he had left the infirmary. Smile that had also grown during the evening dinner when his gaze met Hongo’s who blushed suddenly.
When his gaze met that of Y/N, the younger one couldn’t help but throw him a remark slightly upset by his behavior during the medical examination.
- You really didn’t help me on that one.
- I wanted to see how far Hongo would go.
Y/N growled slightly.
- If I can reassure you, Hongo looked as embarrassed as you did in the end.
Then, dropping his towel, he approached the bed on which Y/N was already lying in boxers, ready for the night.
- And then I admit that his last remark made me very happy.
At these words, he got on top of Y/N and began to kiss him languorously.
- And then I bought more lub at our last stop last week.
Beckmann began to embrace Y/N’s neck and descend on his chest.
- Don’t forget what Hongo said, no more hmm, no more intimate sports haaa.
- He said more penetration, but we can do something else.
