One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

96. Denial (Benn Beckman x Female!Reader)

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✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by BBQMoochi
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Shy
✏︎Quiet
✏︎Motherly
✏︎Strong
✏︎Inexperienced in relationships
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You felt the liquor slide down your throat in a gulp.

Some poured on the floor when your captain fell by you. "Yooooooooo, wanna play for us? Come on say yes!" Shanks was drunk, very drunk.

You smiled. "Alright!"

He happily jumps on his two feet to whistle to gather the crew's attention. "Our local musician agreed to give us a show!"

You sat at the edge of your chair, the piccolo case open before you. Carefully, you lift the instrument's body, inspecting its silver surface under the light before polishing it with a soft cloth. Next, you pick up the head joint, check the embouchure hole and apply a light layer of cork grease. With precise, practiced movements, you twist the pieces together, pausing to ensure perfect alignment.

You looked at everyone, who watched you ready for the music to come. "Any requests?"

Shanks turned this simple question into a competition. "The first one to raise his beer wins the request!"

All exclaimed. "3, 2, 1, go!"

Soon, a splash of beer was heard. Some had lifted their drink too fast. No one cared.

Shanks laughed drunkenly and pointed at his first mate. "Quick like lightning!"

Benn...His smile caught your eye. Soft and unforced, it lit up his face, eyes crinkling with a warmth that felt genuine. It wasn't perfect—just a little uneven—but that made it all the more magnetic. "Bink's sake."

You played just that, holding your smile as they massacred the song with their raspy voices. No hidden singing talent was among the Red Hair Pirates.

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Yassop tried his best to open his eyes but felt like they were shut close. He whined.

"You're getting too old for getting this drunk!" you lectured.

"There's no such thing as too old for alcohol!"

"Your hangover is so bad you couldn't even make yourself a soup!" you snapped back, sliding a bowl of said soup in front of him. "Show some gratitude."

This was what Beckman walked on into. He frowned, his brows knitting together as he stepped into the kitchen. His gaze landed on you, the stove. Skepticism flickered in his eyes. "Why are you cooking?" he asked, the question heavy with disbelief.

It was a fair point. Normally, Roux would guard the kitchen like a dragon protecting its hoard, letting no one near the stove. You glanced over your shoulder at Ben, shrugging as you made sure the gunslinger ate up. "Roux's toasted and Yassop was whining like a little girl. I had to do something to make it stop." When it was just you and the crew, your true form showed up: sassy and tired.

Beckman blinked slowly and chuckled lowly.

*thud thud*

Oh no...oh no...Roux was awake and he was in the kitchen. He hummed, simply hummed but..."(y/n)..."