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RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Alright minors you know the drill, DNI!! This is your warning, I'm not responsible for any minors who do happen to interact because they were warned!!
Okay this chapter has just about all of it so, if you're not a minor, enjoy you little smut goblins!!
The Victoria Punk swayed gently on the ocean's swells, its sails billowing under a sunny sky. Amidst the bustle of pirates maintaining the ship, there was one corner that seemed perpetually filled with the warm aroma of baking bread and sweet pastries, the galley, where you, the ship's baker, spent your days.
Your role aboard was unique. Unlike the rough and tumble pirates around you, you wore a smile as sunny as the skies under which the ship sailed. Every morning, the crew awoke to the scent of your latest creations, fluffy bread rolls, sweet cinnamon pastries, or savoury meat pies. Your skills not only kept morale high but also made you a beloved figure among the hardened pirates.
As you expertly kneaded dough on the worn wooden counter, your eyes were focused and the light dusting of flour on your cheeks gave you an almost ethereal glow. You sang softly, a tune that was as sweet and light as the cake you had in the oven.
Captain Eustass Kid, the fearsome leader of the crew, was a stark contrast to your cheerful demeanour. His tall, imposing frame was clad in his usual attire of metal and leather, his red hair as fiery as his temper. Despite his tough exterior and ruthless reputation, Kid had a seldom seen softer side, especially when it came to you.
He watched you from the doorway of the galley, a place he found himself more often than he would admit. There was something about the way you moved around your domain, with grace and efficiency, that captivated him. It wasn't just the sweet treats that drew him, it was the warmth you radiated, a stark difference from his usual world of chaos and conflict.
Today, like every other, the galley was a hive of activity. Pirates came in and out, some to steal a freshly baked cookie, others just to share a quick joke or story with you. You welcomed each with a bright smile, handing out pastries and kind words alike.
From his hidden spot, Kid's lips twitched into a rare, almost imperceptible smile. It was these moments that he cherished secretly, watching the light you brought aboard his ship. Yet, as captain, he maintained his distance, his expression hardening once more as he turned away, his thoughts as turbulent as the sea.
As the day drew to a close, you cleaned up your workspace, unaware of the watchful eyes that often followed you. The sun set, casting a golden glow through the portholes, and as the ship sailed steadily onward, Kid stood at the helm, his gaze occasionally drifting back to the galley's light spilling out onto the deck, slowly he retreated for the night.
In the solitude of his quarters, Kid's thoughts were far from the maps and plans that lay scattered across his desk. His mind was preoccupied with the memory of you, moving with effortless grace in the galley, your laughter echoing softly in the cramped but cosy space.
