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Last one for now! Thanks everyone for participating 🥰

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WIP: babysitting duty in loguetown

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the wenis dance :D

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btw i’ll probs be less active until mid-next month, but i’m still lurking around! o/

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Mihawk arrives at the red force for a duel but Shanks is knocked out from drinking so he asks Benn if he can leave a message and Benn’s like yeah sure what is it but Mihawk just shoves him against the wall and makes out with him for ten minutes then says thanks and leaves and Benn stands there like. Well. Alrighty then.

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save point

(Gen | One Piece | Benn/Mihawk; Benn/Mihawk/Shanks | 1.3k words)

Summary: Observing how things often devolved as the night went on aboard the Red Force was always a good time, one that Benn had become very acquainted with over the years. His keen eyes caught details often missed by others — such as noticing a particular swordsman appearing, coming into view as he deftly traversed the crowd of increasingly drunken pirates.

(Or: Mihawk comes back to the Red Force after a few weeks away, to the two people he can let his guard down around.)

Read here on AO3 or below!

Observing how things often devolved as the night went on aboard the Red Force was always a good time, one that Benn had become very acquainted with over the years. It certainly wasn't that he never joined in, but sometimes, there was just as much amusement to be had in watching the chaos unfold instead of being at the center of it. His keen eyes caught details often missed by others — such as noticing a particular swordsman appearing, coming into view as he deftly traversed the crowd of increasingly drunken pirates.

Mihawk had boarded the Red Force once more earlier that evening, his raft appearing on the horizon after multiple weeks of being away, just as the crew began to settle across the deck after dinner. Benn had half-expected him to simply disappear into the privacy of Shanks', or his own, cabin, regardless if either of them were there. He certainly joined — or at least, joined in as much as he ever would — in the near nightly festivities more than he would have years ago, but rarely so after long journeys.

Despite that, he was approaching Benn at his place on the edges of the gathering. While he still donned his hat and coat, Yoru wasn't attached to his back, a once rare sight that had become slowly more common over the years. With a tilt of his head, he perched himself atop the other half of the crate Benn was sitting upon.

It was odd seeing Mihawk without a wine glass in his hand at such a gathering, something it seemed he had made no move to grab. They had long since kept some of his preferred wines available — some, because it'd destroy Benn's carefully crafted budget if they got the rarer of his favorite vintages — and even some half-decent glassware.

“Don’t want anything?” Benn asked, gesturing toward the open crates of various bottles stacked off to the side of the deck.

“Mm.”

Mihawk's curt response pushed Benn to take a closer look at the other man. The faint bags under his eyes and the odd set to his shoulders were undeniable. Those who didn’t know him well wouldn’t see anything but a menacing figure staring down the deck. To Benn, though, it was obvious how far exhaustion had seeped into the swordsman. Mihawk never slept that soundly when he was off sailing alone. Few people sailed alone for so long for a reason; keeping up navigation, watch, and every other duty left room for barely more than catnaps. Mihawk's observation haki and strength combined certainly left him in a more secure position than most, but wear on the mind and body was inevitable.

That wasn't even accounting for Mihawk's naturally odd sleep patterns. They was outright baffling at the best of times, even aboard their ship, and the rumors of him being a vampire were only fanned by his insomniac tendencies. More than once, Benn had ran into him in the middle of the night, more awake and alert than even the crew on night watch.

Shanks’ presence at least did something good in getting Mihawk to sleep more regularly. Really, they were both much more manageable the next day if they had snuck off to curl up in Shanks' cabin the night before.

But it had been weeks since they had even had the opportunity to do so, and it showed.

"Surprised you're willing to put up with this on your first night back."

Mihawk huffed, a dry, exasperated noise that spoke volumes on its own. “The noise would be as inescapable as always, a deck between or not."

Benn snorted at that. Indeed, there was nothing stopping a party aboard the Red Force. Even an attack would be nothing more than a brief interruption — hell, if it wasn’t really a threat, he doubted most of the boys would even put down their drinks.

Benn let any further response drift away in favor of a comfortable quiet, one that Benn was content to sit in. Their time together was often quiet in the first place, and quiet company was good company. Company that not just Shanks had missed over the last few weeks.

It wasn't long before Benn felt the lightest of pressures pressing against his side, warmth spreading across his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, the brim of the swordsman’s hat tipped down ever so slightly, shading his face from view. Something warm and bright stirred in his chest as he realized that Mihawk had found somewhere to sleep after all.

His arm snaked out from its pinned position between them, coming to rest at the exposed strip of skin on Mihawk’s hip. It was barely a hold, much looser than Shanks’ own were, but it kept him snug against his side all the same. A nearly imperceptible sigh slipped from the other man’s lips, and Beck felt the last tendrils of tension leave the other man’s form as he sunk into the contact. (If Mihawk was willing to allow physical contact — in initiating it, even in front of the crew — he could meet him in the middle.)

“Wasn’t planning on getting up anyways,” he murmured, lighthearted, fondness openly seeping beneath his low tones. "Glad to have you back."

The raucous sounds of the deck carried to his ears, and he let them wash over him, lazily smiling at their antics. Whatever drinking game they had been playing had devolved beyond comprehension while he wasn’t looking — not that it was anything more than a flimsy excuse in the first place. It was easy to spot his captain, even right in the midst of the crowd, between the shock of red hair and the familiar laughter and shouts echoing across the deck. It didn't take long for his captain to turn back towards him, no doubt having felt his eyes on him with his usual keen sensing.

What he hadn’t felt, evidently, was the relaxing of Mihawk’s haki as he had fallen asleep. Benn saw the half-formed call on his lips fail to make a sound, the man frozen as he stared blatantly at the sight before him.

It was nearly comical at how transfixed Shanks was. One would have thought Shanks had never seen the other man before; it was a miracle his beer bottle was still intact in his hand and not spilled or dropped. The other pirates around him paid him no mind, too drunk to notice his sudden pause — or too used to his antics to care.

Shanks would make his way over before the night was through, Benn was sure. Keeping him away from his swordsman was an impossibility, but for the time being, he was getting more than his fair share of amusement from where he was. His smile, both fond and impish, said enough by itself as he stared intently at them and raised an eyebrow teasingly.

Even though a vehement, crude gesture would have been warranted in return, Benn didn’t dare move beyond a scowl and a rolling of his eyes back at his captain as he turned away. Mihawk’s breathing had just begun to even out, and between the man’s observation haki and his near-constant raised guard, it'd take even less than a jostle to awaken him. Considering the man’s… temperamental reactions to being awoken too early, even when well-rested, he had no interest in facing that.

(And if Mihawk's slumbering presence at his side meant sleeping sitting up on the deck for the night... some things were worth indulging, no matter the aches and pains that were sure follow by morning.)

So, carefully, Benn relaxed into the solid wood of the ship's exterior behind him, idly rubbing his thumb against Mihawk's hip as he settled back in to watch the night's antics unfold once more.

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fully understand you not answering this but what do you headcanon for jimbei's genitalia situation? penis or claspers?

anon im about to say something absolutely fucking unhinged

IF YOU DONT LIKE WEIRD KINK DYNAMICS. DO NOT OPEN THIS ASK. GODSPEED

i dont think about jimbeis dick because i think he is an ace daddy dom. yeah i said it. now you may ask now hang on What in the everliving christ do you mean by that but heres my thoughts:

first of all he does not have Sex or do things with sexual intent per say, but hes a dom in the sense of rank, giving orders, and being the one to issue punishment/praise

his go-to method is praise and positive reinforcement but uses it just sparingly enough that it becomes cocaine to do whatever he says. even nami will occasionally go out of her way for Jimbei Praise. its just that good

that being said he is also the one to deal out punishment for bad behavior, but he only needs to do it Once. zo/san do not fight as much anymore but for two very different reasons

he is the highest ranking dom in the hats. jimbei can dom anyone but No One can get jimbei. "oh but what about--" yues. yes he could. next question

he is the Only dom luff will EVER listen to. luff is otherwise the ranking dom (sorry. he does not take orders from anyone ever) but jimb has seen him when he was most delicate and their dynamic is an extension of that trust/his relying on jimb

again hes not interested in sex or romantic acts, but the Emotional intimacy of being a dominant

when the crew call him "boss" thats daddy. im sorry. but im right.

tldr: jimbei probably has a dick but he doesnt even need to use it

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me: just trying to grocery shop in peace

my brain: full-speed only thinking about Characters and Being In Situations in the background

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character ask game! #21 (If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?) about beckman :)

Oooo thank you!!

Favorite thing: Benn hits a good balance of introspection and dialogue between writing the extremes of Shanks & Mihawk that I sometimes struggle with. I write Shanks much more action-oriented than wordy/monologuing, which is one of the hardest/slowest parts of writing for me. Mihawk, on the other hand, is heavier writing for introspection + descriptions... but since I tend to write him as the least chatty character by far, sometimes things can get pretty unbalanced for the flow of reading. Beckman's a great compromise of very observant and can have fun + interesting commentary on what's going on, but it's easy for me to write a believable amount of action/active interest coming from him, too.

Least favorite thing: Having a strong dislike of cigarettes due to family medical issues + having my favorite character canonically smoke constantly = a hilariously paradoxical combo. It's not to the degree that I pretend that's not a canon attribute, but it's a detail I tend to gloss over unless strictly necessary. No real problem reading it in other fics, and there are some heartwrenching ones I've read and think are very well-done that do take a more realistic approach on the matter. For a more lighthearted answer because wow, that got real very quickly: the fact that there's almost no canon dialogue to reference when trying to write him consistently. RIP.

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something something the RHP don't draw on Benn's face while he's blacked out like with other crew members, instead they try (read: try, you can guess how it ends) to style his hair with pretty bows and plaits and loops, holding back fits of wheezes and giggles trying not to wake the beast™

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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.

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nights with mihawk & shanks

uncensored on my twt, @/thesexyonko

✌️ hope i dont get blocked lol

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things i have learned while writing this fic (that i’m determined to post within the week, it’s been six weeks of writing and editing, i am done damnit)

writing first meetings is very hard (no prior relationship to build off of)

writing young mihawk pre-becoming somewhat friends with shanks is Extra Hard (so much to balance and so little dialogue to express it in)

writing things in chronological order is Actual Hell (this is the first time i’ve ever needed the first part of an AU to be chronologically first and i really want to be able to write some of the later parts already)

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young mihawk.