Shanks x Y/n x Mihawk

                                    

                                          
It was a calm night at sea. The wind blew gently, rocking the ship as the stars twinkled above. I was on the balcony of the cabin, watching the waves crash against the ship's hull, enjoying the cool evening breeze while the other pirates had already turned in. I couldn't help but think about the two men I had spent the last week with.
Shanks and Mihawk. Two of the most legendary pirates in the world, and both of them had an unusual interest in me. I knew them from different points in our journeys, but I never imagined we would end up in this situation together. They were opposites in many ways: Shanks was charismatic, spontaneous, and always had a smile on his face, while Mihawk was reserved, serious, and extremely calculated. And yet, both had an irresistible magnetism.
"Thinking about me, Y/n?" Shanks' rough voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned around and saw him leaning against the cabin door, that mischievous smile playing on his lips. He had a bottle of rum in hand, clearly already relaxed after a night of drinking with the crew.
"Maybe," I replied, smiling back. "Or maybe I'm thinking about something more interesting."
Shanks chuckled, moving closer to me. "Well, I hope I'm included in those interesting thoughts."
Before I could respond, I felt a presence behind me. I knew exactly who it was without needing to turn around. Mihawk. His ever-serious and silent demeanor enveloped me, and I could feel his sharp gaze on me.
"Don't get too cocky, Shanks," Mihawk said in his calm but firm tone as he approached. "You're not the only one who has her attention."
I turned to look at both of them, and the contrast between them was striking. Shanks, with his carefree smile and red hair, and Mihawk, with his imposing posture and piercing gaze. Being between them made my heart race. I couldn't believe I was really there, torn between two such intense and powerful men.
"Seems like I'm a lucky woman, then," I joked, trying to hide the tension building inside me.
Shanks was the first to approach, his firm hand gripping my waist as he pulled me closer. His lips met mine in a deep and possessive kiss, and I immediately melted in his arms. The taste of rum on his lips was intoxicating, and I felt my body respond to his touch.
But before the kiss could deepen, I felt Mihawk's hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away from Shanks. He was subtler, but the intensity in his eyes left me breathless. Mihawk didn't need to say anything before leaning in and capturing my lips in an equally powerful but much more controlled kiss. His hand slid to the back of my neck, and I could feel the silent strength in his touch.
I was lost between the two. Each had his own way of making me feel desired and unique. Shanks was fire, his passion always right on the surface, while Mihawk was ice, methodical and calculated, but just as captivating.
"Looks like both of you have something in mind," I murmured when I finally managed to catch my breath.
Shanks chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You could say that."
Mihawk, always the more direct, simply gave a small smile before pulling me closer again. I was between the two of them, each of them touching me in different but equally irresistible ways.
Shanks ran his hand down my back, his caresses quick and a bit uncontrolled, while Mihawk was slower, more precise, exploring every part of me as if he were studying my reactions.
"Don't get too comfortable with this, Shanks," Mihawk said, his voice low and husky. "We both know she's the one who decides who's in control."
I felt the heat rise in my body as the two silently but intensely vied for my attention. Being in the middle of them was like standing at the center of a storm of conflicting desires.