Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: MINORS DNI!! NSFW AS HELL!
Also whoops nearly forgot to upload today guys it's 11:57pm in the UK and I'm realising a little late but here we go. Better late than never! Anyway, here we go again, more spicy content for you guys, despite the fact I keep saying I suck at nsfw you all love to request it!! Enjoy you smutty stans! (Dw I love it too, pls don't be afraid to request nsfw)! Also gotta make a confession. I am NOT a Mihawk girlie, in fact I found him creepy. Then I wrote this and perhaps my mind is changed 👀
The castle was an isolated masterpiece, perched on the cliffs of Kuraigana Island like a dark jewel overlooking the restless sea. Its grand halls whispered of bygone eras, their silence broken only by the occasional rustle of wind or the haunting creak of wooden doors.
But in the mornings, when the sunlight slanted through stained-glass windows and painted the stone floors in muted rainbows, the ballroom came alive. This was your sanctuary.
The polished floor glistened as you glided across it, your ballet slippers whispering soft secrets with every step. The weightless freedom of movement was the one thing that truly belonged to you, a delicate rebellion against the heavy stillness of the castle. Here, amidst the echoes of your own pirouettes, you felt untouchable.
But you were never truly alone. Not in this castle. From the shadowed balcony overlooking the ballroom, Mihawk's sharp eyes tracked your movements. He leaned against the stone rail, arms crossed, the ever present air of disinterest masking his silent observations.
You could never tell what he thought, and perhaps that was why you rarely acknowledged him. He was both your host and a mystery, an untouchable figure draped in an aura of power. It wasn't uncommon to sense his gaze lingering, though he never interrupted. Not until today.
The music you typically practiced to, a tone dial in the corner, faltered. It was enough to disrupt your rhythm, and you stopped mid spin, a frown pulling at your features. Frustration bubbled in your chest as you walked over to inspect it, but before you could attempt to fix it, a low, measured voice cut through the silence.
"Leave it". You turned sharply, your gaze snapping to the shadowed balcony. Mihawk's golden eyes gleamed in the low light, calculating and unreadable. He descended the stairs with an elegance that rivaled your own, his boots silent against the stone. His long coat swayed with his steps, adding an almost theatrical weight to his approach.
"It's irreparable" he added, his voice calm but final. "I'll manage" you replied, more out of stubbornness than anything else. The idea of ending your session prematurely didn't sit well.
But Mihawk merely gestured toward the grand piano at the corner of the ballroom, its ebony finish almost blending into the dark wood of the room. "There's another solution". You blinked, following his gaze. "You... play?"
