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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 4: Sorted

Against your wishes, or rather, before they even asked for your opinion, Luffy and Ace had called all the places you worked and had reorganized your schedule. Not that you could give them credit for the new schedule, apparently Eustass had taken over that in the middle of the makeshift conference call the boys had set up and done most of the heavy lifting.

You weren't going to work at Robin's flower shop for the next week, and you only had a couple shifts at Sanji's café. No deliveries with Zoro - while Zoro was strong, the deliveries themselves were the issue. It was a security nightmare, and everyone was trying to keep you safe. Most of your shifts were going to be tucked in the back of Eustass' body shop doing bookkeeping and paperwork.

Easily defensible, and it kept you out of sight the most. Plus, you got to sit while you worked, and after the whole ordeal with Trouble and the Break-in at your place, you were actually relieved to be able to take it easy a little.

Two days later you were organizing the paperwork for Eustass' shop, humming a little song to yourself and starting to feel a little antsy. You'd had one short 2-hour shift at Sanji's shop to help with rush hour, and everything else had been here so far.

"Hey Mouse, how're you holding up in your new mouse hole?" Eustass asks, coming into the back office for the first time that day. He was covered in grease smears, and had a series of parts over one shoulder, wiping his grimy hands onto a nearly equally grimy rag.

"Starting to feel like I should risk the farmer's cat," You reply. "I don't mean to complain, but I'm basically in a friends-with-benefits relationship with house arrest."

Eustass snorts. "Sabo's out front, I'm sure you could convince him to go on a walk with you or something."

You sigh. "Nah, it'd just stress him out to be on high alert the whole time. The boys're doing me a huge favor, I should do my best to appreciate that."

"Yer not wrong, mouse." He goes back into work mode and had you retrieve some paper work for him. Better you than him, at least one of you had truly clean hands. Grinning inwardly, you started to wonder if maybe the reason Law had disdain for Eustass was because he was a germaphobe. It was a perk to have as a doctor, but on the other extreme you'd seen Eustass use glue on a cut, without washing it, and then go right back to whatever he was working on.

You swore the only reason he hadn't gotten a bad infection was because germs were afraid of him. He was a big, broad-shouldered, temperamental asshole – right until you really got to know him, then he wasn't much more than a big, sarcastic, lovable asshole. Protective too, you were sure he'd strong armed having you at the shop so much because if anything happened he wanted to be able to get his hits in.

"Alright, head up front, man the desk for me." Eustass says with a grin. "It's not a walk around the block, but it's a change of scenery, much as I can offer."

You grin. "Thanks Brimstone." You hear him grunt in response. Eustass didn't like being called Red, and after a delightful series of terrible nickname choices, you settled on calling his best friend Fire and him Brimstone. Like how you called Marco and Thatch, Marco Polo. Killer protested his name of Fire, but you told him unless he was going to tame that wild hair of his, that it technically suited him.

After you got settled in at the front desk, Sabo disappeared somewhere else. He'd told you before that it was easier for him to guard someone if no one was expecting there to be a guard. He wasn't the 'big burly guy in a suit meant to be a deterrent' kind of guard. He was more of a from the shadows kind of guard.

You helped a few people, but the morning stretched into afternoon and you were playing solitaire on the desk computer on the hardest settings you could set it to, just to keep your brain going. You'd already organized and tidied the entire front area, and had to threaten Heat and Wire to stop them from trying to help you. It was sweet they wanted to help, but you were trying to keep busy.

A yawn escapes you as the door chimes, signaling that someone was coming in. Sucking in a breath at the end of your yawn, you start coughing in surprise.

In walked seven feet of a tailored white suit, pastel pink tie, silver-rimmed glasses with red lenses, some of the blondest blonde hair you'd ever seen, and a smile that made you grateful your face was already red from choking on your own yawn. You put a hand up to keep him from speaking as he got the desk and took a drink of water.

Composing yourself, you lace your fingers together, and put on the best customer service smile you had, before it turned into a deep scowl.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here, Trouble?" You yell, smacking your hands on the desk as his smile only got bigger. You'd yelled louder than intended, and there a knock on the glass separating the shop from the reception area. Looking over, you saw Eustass looking back, and you made a heart-shape with both your hands and then waved him off.

"Our ordeal came to a close, young lady." He says in a voice that was as dangerous as you expected it would be. "I would like to repay my debt."

Narrowing your eyes for a minute, you sigh in defeat. It shouldn't be surprising someone with his connections was able to find you, but it was still a little unnerving.

You're silent for a moment and then your face lights up. "Great, you can take care of whoever tossed my place." You say, knowing that if he found you here, he had to know about that incident as well.

His smile doesn't falter. "That matter has been resolved, but it was a personal issue for me, so I can't say I believe it to be satisfactory compensation."

"I didn't save you for compensation." You grumble.

"While I appreciate your altruism, young lady, I don't want to leave this matter unpaid."

Twitching, you snap back a reply with more bite than you intended. "I appreciate you're being polite, Trouble, but stop calling me 'young lady'."

He raises an eyebrow and something in his grin and almost purring voice makes your fight or flight response twitch. "Mmmm... Then how would you prefer I address you, Miss?"

The heat rises in your cheeks, as you realize you had walked right into that. Heavens above, you were willing to drag this smarmy bastard into the backroom and do unspeakable things to him. Really fun unspeakable things. He seemed like the right kind of guy for it too, you bet Trouble was 100% okay with non-commitment type relationships for the sake of mutual pleasure.

"(Y/N)," you admit in defeat. It would be a bigger battle of wills than you were up for to continue to dodge giving this man your name. Especially since you technically knew his, even if he had refrained from giving it to you directly. "So, can I assume it's safe for me to go back to my usual routine?"

He hums positively and nods along with it. "My apologies I wasn't efficient enough in dealing with my... friend, to avoid having caused you additional displeasure."

Oh no, he wasn't about to do what you thought he was.

"I would like to make up for that as well."

Fuck. Of course, he did exactly what you thought he was going to do.

You open your mouth to protest when he lowers his sunglasses and peers over the rims to meet your eyes in a steady gaze that causes you to close your mouth and mentally revisit the logistics of the backroom. People often dismissed brown eyes as boring, but you were certain at that point that people were fools.

"I do hope you don't intend to deny me the pleasure of giving my thanks, Miss (Y/N)."

(Y/N).exe has encountered an error. Your brain stops working for a second and your only clear thought is 'so that's how you hold the reins to an international organization at such a young age'. You couldn't return his gaze and had to look away before you were able to swallow and find your voice.

"I knew you were trouble." You grouse quietly, as you pull out a pen and tore a piece of paper from a nearby pad. You write down the address to Sanji's café along with a date and time. "My friend is an exceptional cook, and since you look like the refined type Trouble, I imagine afternoon tea is something you can acquiesce to?"

"Deciding all the details for me, Miss (Y/N), seems you are the type to take charge in all manner of situations." His tone was all business, but that mischievous grin played at the corners of his smile.

You let any possible innuendo slip right by you and your customer service smile. "I'm sure someone as in control of things as you are, can make it work."

Okay, it was a bit of a jab since your first meeting had been in the midst of his not being in control, but you hadn't been in control this whole conversation and you were annoyed. Annoyed enough to poke the bearest bear to ever wander into your life so far. It was probably safer to swear at Pops for a full hour than tease someone you didn't know much about, aside from the size of his... connections.

His smirk never falters. "I'm sure I can." He tucks the paper into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and turns to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Miss (Y/N), I look forward to our meeting."

One he was gone, you texted Marco, holding a finger up toward Kid before he even walked into the reception space.

(Y/N): Trouble™ just came into Eustass' body shop. Says he's sorted his internal issue. Can you get someone to go check my place?

After sending the text, you look over at Eustass, who'd been standing nearby. "Well, that's one problem down, I guess."

"No more being holed up in the back office then, mouse?"

"I'm free to steal the farmer's cheese again," you reply with your best smile. The running joke of you being a mouse, society being a farmer, and your cash stash being cheese had been going on for so long you'd forgot when it started. It was dorky as hell, but a good way to relieve tension with humor in times like these.

"S'almost a shame." Eustass says, reaching out with one grimy hand and ruffling your hair. "Was nice to have you caught in my shop for so long."

"Aww, I love you too, Red." you say, and laugh hysterically when he throws his oil rag in your face.

He reaches over to mock strangle you when your phone dings with a reply from Marco. Sabo's walked into the reception area at the same time, coming over to the desk and standing with you.

Marco: I'll head over myself. Told Pops. Any ideas?

"Any ideas? About what Marco?" You grumble.

"About how he found you here." Eustass answers and Sabo nods. Looking up you realized he and Sabo had been wondering the same thing. You had too, when you first started talking to him, but you'd forgotten by the end of the conversation.

Replying to Marco you spoke at the same time so you could answer everyone at once.

(Y/N): Nothing concrete. Figured him being him meant he had plenty of strings to pull. Pops said he was international.

Eustass raises his brow at that and gives a low whistle. He wasn't in the same circles as The Boys, but he was friends with you and Luffy, so he was aware of the kind of things Newgate and sons did. Kid might have what people would consider a gang of sorts, but it was just him and his friends who had built up the shop together. They labeled him boss at some point, and he's done a good job of it.

Sabo didn't say anything, but his face suggests you were probably right.

Marco: Fair.

Marco: Does it bother you?

Thinking about it for a second, you spoke your reply again, keeping them all in the loop of the conversation.

(Y/N): A tiny bit at first. But no, not really. Better to have people like you and him watching out for me than not, I suppose.

Marco replies with a heart and wink emoji that make you feel better.

"I know you like your space, (Y/N)," Sabo says as you smile at Marco's reply. "But I don't have anything else for today, so I can stay with you for a bit longer."

"I think I'd like that. Plus, everyone and their brother is worried about me still, so it'll keep everyone else from pestering me too soon." You admit, as Sabo smiles and Eustass grunts.

"You can log out and go run free if you want, mouse." Kid states, looking around the reception area. "We ain't been busy today, and there's not a lot of appointments left. I can shove Wire or Heat up front."

"I'll take you up on that. I've been feeling restless the last few hours." Everything went down Sunday early morning, your home got tossed that afternoon, and now it was Wednesday. The meeting with Doflamingo was this Friday. It had felt like an eternity, but everyone had come together to make it as painless as possible, and you had to admit – Mr. Donquixote worked fast. You'd expected to be stuck away from home and surrounded by bodyguards for at least a week or two.

The whole timetable left you little concerned. There was no way those wounds healed up in such a short amount of time. But there'd been zero indication he was in any sort of pain, or on any pain relievers, during your little tête-à-tête earlier.

As Sabo and you walked, you were sending out texts to the others. You let Robin know she could schedule you as needed, told Sanji about the meeting for Friday, asked Zoro if you could help at all tomorrow, and let Law know that your space invaders had been sorted. Sabo kept you from walking into people or traffic while you sent and received the small flurry of texts.

"Your first night back home," Sabo starts, an apologetic tone of concern in his voice. "You mind if Ace and I sleep over?"

Without Luffy around, Ace and Sabo were comparatively mellow, and two of the lightest sleepers among all the boys. Ace slept so lightly he'd often power nap throughout the day because he wasn't actually getting good rest at night. Sabo was so devoted to his role in the family that you'd seen him snatch a nerf dart out of the air before when Luffy and you tried to get him in his sleep.

"Sabo, you're being considerate."

"I'm trying." He smiles.

You laugh at his response. Sabo was always considerate, almost too considerate sometimes, but right now it was nice.

"Yeah, actually, I think having people I've invited over myself and in my space with me for a night will make it a lot easier to be there on my own later." Putting an arm around his shoulder causing him to hunch down a little to accommodate you. "Speaking of sleep overs, did you finally give that girl Koala the flowers Robin suggested?"

Sabo turns red surprisingly fast and looks away. "I... kind of." He pulls his newsie style cap down over his face. "I gave her some apple blossoms."

"I prefer you before all?" you question, making sure you was remembering Robin's The Language of Flowers board that decorated her shop correctly.

Sabo nods.

"Aww, you adorable little rapscallion, you!" You ruffle his hat as he protests, slipping out from under your arm to fix his hair and hat. "I'm proud of you."

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hedonistic-peacock · 9 months

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only