The Sweet Brother. {Rosinante x Reader}

Take Me Home.

You stand behind Mihawk patiently holding his coat in your hands as he rubs his eyes, offering him a polite smile before helping him slip into the clothing, he's the last to leave and it would seem his hangover is already beginning to set in. 

But comparing him to other drunks you've served, he's definitely the most quiet. 

"Be sure to get home safely, Mr. Dracule!" 

"Mmh." Apparently he doesn't much care for people worrying about him, only the smallest of sway in his movements as he waves a hand at Shanks upon passing and exiting the pub, he seems mostly sturdy though so you'd wager you won't need to fret too much about him.

However you do worry for a certain pinkette, the girl's arms tightly clutched around Shanks' bicep as she rolls her head tiredly against his shoulder, making a further mess of her hair in the process as she mumbles something barely coherent about how she can feel the redhead's muscles through his shirt.

"I'm about to call for a taxi so you better get ready to leave...and please release my boss." You semi-seriously chime, pinching the girl's arm as you pass and earning yourself a small giggle in return, your eyes fixating on your phone as you scroll through the internet, looking for the cheapest cab firm that'll still be running at this time of night.

But as you should've probably expected, there is no cheap firm running at 2am. 

Of course.

"Mhm, call it for yourself, I'm gonna let this one walk me home~!" She slurs while tugging Shanks' arm closer to her chest, her free hand reaching up to cup his stubbly cheek.

Judging by how the redhead looks just as surprised as you do at the information, you'd assume he hadn't offered to do so but he doesn't seem to mind either way, simply just using Bonney's grip on him to keep the girl upright. 

Of course you still shoot the man a subtle warning glare, whether he's your boss or not, you won't forgive him if were to mess with your friend. Even if she is throwing herself at him.

Your gaze only shifting from him when you hear the pub door open, immediately turning to let the person know that you're now closing but you stop short when your eyes land on a certain blonde. 

Rosinante?

You had been checking your phone every now and then after sending him the text but he didn't respond so you had assumed he was asleep, you're not sure what his work hours are after all.

His brown eyes seemingly taking on a calmer expression when they land on you and small smile spreading across his face, although you can feel the anxiety practically dripping from him. "I got your message about Trebol, was he bothering you?" 

"No, not at all." Perhaps a slight lie but you're not entirely comfortable mentioning the details in front of Shanks, your boss staring at Rosinante but unlike most people, the redhead doesn't seem frightened by the man. 

"They called my barmaid a whore," He bluntly states on your behalf, causing you to pout and Rosinante's brow to twitch as the blonde's stare meets his. "I don't take kindly to people trying to threaten my friends or staff around me, best tell that to your brother." 

Suddenly the building feels like the Antarctic, both men glaring at each other before finally Rosinante takes a gentle grip on your wrist, tugging you toward him softly. 

"He'll be told, make no mistake of that." The slight growl in Rosinante's tone does not go unnoticed either, your face slowly beginning to warm up as his fiery eyes meet yours. "I'll take you to mine for tonight where I can keep an eye on you. Don't worry, I'll sleep on the sofa." 

Damn, he's pretty protective...

Your boss doesn't seem to mind the slight irritation Rosi had for him at least, probably because the poor thing is being distracted by the drunken Bonney playing with his hair, a very vague pout etched into the man's features. 

I'm terribly sorry for my roommate's behaviour, Shanks.

Admittedly Rosinante's idea does have some positives, you should really inform him that these men were photographing you both, in case they pose a threat to him or something along those lines and this is the perfect chance to do so.

Your pink-haired friend noticeably staring up at your crush, her brows furrowed but at least she's not flirting with him like she has been with both Mihawk and Shanks all night. 

I'm a loyal friend but Bonney, if you dared, I might just kill you.

The four of you end up leaving the bar together since you and Shanks needed to turn off the lights and lock up but Bonney and Rosinante didn't mind waiting, the blonde patiently sat in a booth and was typing away on his phone, presumably texting his big brother and trying to find out what the hell Trebol was doing. Meanwhile Bonney spent her time sat on the table beside him, eating a bag of cheetos while openly explaining how hot Shanks looks when angry and how he might just be the one man she calls daddy in the bedroom, of course Rosi isn't really listening to a word she's saying - luckily for him. 

Once the night air hits you though, anxiety sets in. 

You've never been to Rosinante's house before, his little brother lives with him and you're probably still being watched right now. 

Yes, you may be freaking out a little but who could blame you?

"I'll see ya lateeer~!!" Bonney cheerfully sings, her legs still rather wobbly as she approaches and wraps her arms around you, giving you a tight hug. It's probably a good thing Shanks is walking her home otherwise she'd likely end up dead in a ditch somewhere. "You call me in the mornin', okay~?"

"I will. Also, if you sleep with my boss tonight, please wear protection." Your request draws a snicker from the girl's lips, Shanks raising a brow at you in the background, the poor man clearly not intending on doing anything like that with her.

Upon releasing you, her sights shift up toward Rosinante instead, her playful frown etching into her features once again as she presses a finger to the blonde's chest. 

"I'm not sure what kinda relationship you two are forming but just know, if you hurt this girl, I'll castrate you!" 

Jesus, Bonney...

Much to your surprise however, the blonde smiles, seemingly glad that you have a friend watching out for you. "Noted." Is all he responds, gently taking your hand and splitting from the pair.

Bonney immediately latching herself back onto Shanks' arm and trailing off in the opposite direction with him.

You must admit though, you feel safest this way, Rosinante seems tough but aside from that, he is also protected by his big brother so the likelihood of harm coming toward him is rather low. 

So by extension, that should mean the likelihood of yourself getting hurt would also be low, right? 

At least I hope so.