Twilight stood at the window, concealed by the curtains, looking down at the street below where Yor chatted with that incompetent fool, Daybreak. So, the worst secret agent in Ostania had taken a shine to Twilight's wife. Was he also looking to start a cover family? Was he trying to steal Loid's? Twilight's fist clenched. Or was this Daybreak's way of interfering with Operation Strix? Was he a better spy than Twilight had thought?

Day 5: Proposal ♡  Weddings

For @mmfluffweek

Is this fluff??? Yep, I think so!

“You know what they say, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.” Saeyoung laughed and grabbed MC’s hand. “You two enjoy yourselves, we’re going to go find one of those chapels and get married! Let’s go babe!” he ran off with MC propelled behind him, she looked very much as determined as Saeyoung.

“Why am I not surprised?” Saeran said, shaking his head. They had already checked into the hotel and come down to the Casino. Gambling didn’t hold any appeal to him but Yoosung’s amethyst eyes glittered. He held a cup full of coins, his head swiveling from left to right.

“What should we do first? I don’t know how to play cards but look at all these slots!” he was rooted to the spot, unable to make a decision.

“Uh, I think I’m just gonna’ find something to eat, you enjoy yourself.” Saeran searched the ceiling for the signs that would direct him to the buffet. Yoosung grabbed his sleeve.

“NO! You can’t leave me alone! I need you.” He pleaded.

“I doubt that, I think you can lose all your money on your own.”

“Saeran please! I need you to make sure that doesn’t happen! This is all I intend to lose, once this is gone, I’m done. Except…I’m afraid it won’t be and I’ll go get more and keep going. I neeeeeeddd you!”

Saeran sighed, how could he say no? Yoosung looked so fucking cute.

“Fine, just, pick something already.” Yoosung let go of his arm and jumped up and down excitedly. He turned and made his way through the hazy smoke-filled room and chose a machine at random.

“This looks promising, the Jackpot is $10,000! How many coins would that be?” Yoosung asked as he sat on the red stool.

“Too many, that’s ridiculous.” Saeran watched as people threw their money away all around him and settled against the machine wondering how long it would take Yoosung to waste his own.

“Would you like a drink?” the waitress stood in front of Yoosung.

“Yes! Uh, I’ll have a jack and coke straight up.” He ordered. Saeran’s eyebrow shot up, jack and coke?

“And for you sir?” her green eyes bored into him, there was a smile on her face but it certainly didn’t reach her eyes. She was still unsure of whether they were good tippers or not but was hedging her bets.

“I…hmm…”

“Order something Searan, it’s free anyway.” Yoosung slid a coin into the machine and pulled the lever, eyes scanning the spinning images.

“Sure, free, so they can keep you drunk and wasting your money.” Searan rolled his eyes.

“Come off it! Loosen up and have some fun!”

“OK OK. I’ll have a Budweiser in the bottle please.”

“Of course sir, I’ll be right back.”

After several hours, way more than Saeran would have believed, Yoosung was down to his last coin. He kissed it and slid it into the slot machine. “Goobye swee c…” he blinked and pulled the lever as best he could. Saeran shook his head, glad they could finally leave. He didn’t know how many beers he’d had, or how many drinks Yoosung had gone through, he seemed to have wanted to try one of everything they had to offer, but he knew they were both pretty fucking hammered.

“Thas it. Fun’s over, time to go go go!” Saeran laughed and took the pouting Yoosung down the aisle between the flashing lights of the slot machines.

“Bu I was sooo close…jus…maybe…one…”

“NO! No more. Member you said..”

“I know I know…whaa now?”

Saeran shrugged and stopped short at the answer. Indeed, what now?

“Oh! I know, les find Saeyo…Saeyooo…uh, you bwother and MC. Loo for the chapel, righ?”

“Yeah, uh…hey, you, where the closest chapel?” Saeran accosted one of the waitresses, the woman, being practiced in dealing with drunk people, simply pointed them in the right direction. The chapel in the casino.

“Less go!” Saeran grabbed Yoosung’s hand and they made their way to the chapel, needing to stop and ask for more directions the closer they got, the casino was a maze. They finally made it.

“Here here here!” Yoosung jumped up and down and ran into the brightly lit chapel. The theme was Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel. “Soooo cuuuttteeee!” Yoosung examined all of the merchandise on display taking one of the big Hello Kitty bows and putting it on his head. There was a pale blue suit jacket that he pulled off the rack and forced Saeran into.

“What the fuck Yoosung!” Saeran shouted, but ended up giggling and wrapping himself in the soft material.

“Ah, what do we have here?” A tall blonde man with an extravagant mustache came from behind a counter and took both men into his arms. “Young love? Looking to make it permanent, yes?” Yoosung and Saeran looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Loo…looking for…uh…wedding?” Saeran meant to ask about his brother, but for the life of him, he couldn’t get his tongue to cooperate.

“Yes yes, you are in the right place, come this way. May I suggest some wedding bands?”

“Na important…” Saeran answered.

“I see, well then, perhaps this will do.” The man stopped just before a curtained doorway and scooped up two black plain looking rings that appeared to be adjustable. “Come come.” He shooed them through the curtains. There were three rows of pews on either side of a very short isle. The room was pink and filled to the brim with fresh and fake colorful flowers. At the altar there were life sized cut outs of Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel. On the right there was a keyboard with a woman sitting on the stool in front of it. She had been reading a magazine when they walked in. Now she stood and beamed at them.

“What’s this? New customers?” she smiled and twirled in her pink polka dot dress, the skirt flaring around her.

“Ohhh, sooo pretty!” Yoosung twirled himself, looking at the blinking lights on the ceiling, not even noticing when the woman pressed a bouquet into his hands. When he did notice, he was standing at the foot of the altar and was mesmerized by the colorful collection in his hands. He shoved his nose into the petals and inhaled. The sweet scent was intoxicating, or was it the alcohol?

Saeran kept pushing Yoosung’s hair behind his ear, for some reason it was bothering him, where the fuck were his hairclips? His thoughts were interrupted by the man standing in front of him. Who was he again?

“Welcome loved ones. We are gathered here today to join…” the man looked at Yoosung expectantly, but the blonde was nose deep in the flowers, “…ehem…”

“Huh?” Yoosung blinked at him in confusion.

“Your name son, what is it?” the man was extremely patient, this wasn’t the first time two drunk people had gotten married in his chapel. The woman on the keyboard stifled a giggle.

“Yoosung…and you?” Yoosung answered and asked with a wistful smile.

“Anyway…to join Yoosung and…” while he hoped, he didn’t expect the other man to answer him either. Saeran was focused on breaking off a rose from Yoosung’s bouquet, once he had the head, he grinned and stuffed it into the button hole of the suit jacket.

“Look Yoosung!” he grinned. Yoosung looked and they both laughed.

The man rolled his eyes and tried again. “Your name son?” he pointedly asked.

“Me? Oh, Saeran.” Saeran answered while fiddling with his flower.

The man took a long deep breath and started once more. “We are gathered here today to join Yoosung and Saeran in holy matrimony.”

At that both men clung to each other in shared amusement and laughter.

“Do you Yoosung, take Saeran to be your lawfully wedded husband, for now and forever?”

“OK.” Yoosung giggled, thinking how funny this all was.

Saeran’s eyes widened with humour.

“And do you Saeran, take Yoosung to be your lawfully wedded husband, for now and forever?”

“Sure.” He snickered.

The man handed one of the rings to Yoosung, who took it curiously.

“Place it on his finger.” The man encouraged. Yoosung did just that while Saeran held his bouquet.

“Now what?” he asked, looking around the chapel. Hadn’t they come in here looking for Saeryoung and MC? He didn’t see them.

“Now you.” The man handed Saeran a ring and he took Yoosung’s hand and looked soulfully in his eyes as he slid the ring into place but couldn’t keep up the seriousness and broke into peals of laughter.

“By the authority vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may now kiss the groom.”

“Pfft!” Yoosung spat but Saeran pulled him in and lay one on him fast and sloppy.

“Hello husband.” Saeran screeched when he pulled away.

Warnings: Spoiler of Robin’s past

Character: Nico Robin

Robin found it odd. She hadn’t thought about her cousin, Mizuira, or her uncle and aunt in ages. She was sitting in the darkness, arms wrapped around her knees staring at the small family away from her. Now she remembered, she thought to herself as she looked down. She was a child again, something she also found odd. She glanced up when she heard the “happy birthday” song in the rough, out of tune voices of her uncle and aunt. The heaviness in her chest was familiar yet unwelcome as she moved one hand to grip her chest. 

Mizuira’s bright smile and the way she looked between her parents was the only thing needed for Robin’s jealousy to fluctuate. She watched as her cousin blew out the candles and she was shrouded in darkness again, hearing the claps of her uncle and the cooing of her aunt before she was alone again in the darkness and the silence. There was a tightness in her chest and her throat as she could only hear her own breathing. She tucked her head so that her forehead met her knees. Why this now? It’s been years since she thought of her past. Years… She pulled back slightly to look down at herself. She was no longer a young girl but her 30-year-old self. 

She looked ahead and let out a shaky breath when she felt hands on her shoulders from behind and the hands slid over her arms to wrap around her shoulders. Her breath caught itself in her throat yet her body relaxed. Despite not being able to see you, the way that you nuzzled against the back of her head sent a wave of relief through her and she covered your arms with her own. The darkness wasn’t so bad anymore as she felt you move to nuzzle against her neck, your soft breath tickling her skin. 

“Beautiful, what are you doing?” Your voice hummed against her ear, making her smile. The pain in her finally dissipating as she leaned back against you, her love.

“It looks like… I’m lost.” She murmured, fingers gently running over your skin, smiling a bit at feeling the goosebumps. She felt you hum again before feeling your lips against her cheek.

“Good thing I found you then! We have to go back to the others for your birthday!” Her fingers stopped at your words and her breath hitched again.

“My… birthday?” She could hear your soft chuckle before your hands pulled away from her. She felt your presence no longer behind her and it made her turn so she could see where you went, a bit frantic but she froze. The bright light stunned her for a second before her eyes became teary-eyed

You stood a bit away with a hand extended out to her and a grin on your face. Behind you, she could see the silhouettes of her crew, waving excitedly and some even jumping to catch her attention. Her hand, trembling and hesitant, laid in yours and your fingers wrapped around it before pulling her up. She followed you to the light, eyes shutting at the intensity. 

She groaned softly as her eyes cracked open, a soft smile already lifting her lips as you were above her. Your bright grin as you leaned over her was always something she loved waking up to. 

“It’s about time you woke up, angel! Happy birthday!” You chirped. The way your nose scrunched and how the corner of your eyes crinkled with joy, made her heart race. She cherished your surprised expression when she used her devil fruit to make extra hands and have you straddle her. She loved the blush on your face when she cupped your face and brought you close.

“Thank you, (Y/N)... Thank you…” She whispered before pressing her lips to yours. She sighed softly into it when you eagerly kissed back.

Prompt 169. "You need to calm down."

idk how to format this shit but new sad ass Jeresa fic here to make you cry in both sadness and also happiness? basically how i want those flash forwards explained because I’m an unstable angst hoe about these 2. enjoy. 

She still hadn’t recovered from the grief. He could see it in her eyes every time he tried to make her smile. Like she was caught hallway between the present and somewhere else. Sometimes she’d still turn to talk to someone that wasn’t there before she could catch herself. Then she’d deflate and get that lost look on her face. And because she was Teresa she’d shake it off before anyone else could notice. But he’d see it, hiding just beneath her skin. The loneliness.

He had tried to prevent this, seen it coming and tried to keep her from getting in too deep, but when you care you care. And those two cared.

Sure, he had been there when Guero died, he had witnessed first had the pain and isolation she put herself through, but this was different. Part of him thinks that Teresa had already moved on from her life with Guero by the time he died. In some way, she had already grieved his absence, but James…

She wasn’t ready for James to go. He wondered if part of her thought he’d be there forever. “I’m not leaving.” That was their thing wasn’t it? They always came back, they never left each other, but he did and she couldn’t process that he wasn’t around anymore. Even if she hadn’t decided to love him, he’d been there since the beginning - whether either of them liked it or not. He’d refused to go time and time again. To rely and believe in someone that much and then have them ripped away. He didn’t know how much more loss she could take before she truly broke. Behind that tough façade he could still tell parts of her were starting to fall away. No one should have to fight that hard for that long to earn nothing, but more struggles.

When Guero went she lashed out, she threw herself into work, she didn’t sleep. But this time, it was different. This time she was just… sad.

She still slept in his room, or rather their room; she hadn’t used her own in months. Sometimes he’d go to the kitchen for a snack in the middle of the night and hear her talking, to him. It was quiet. Always so quiet. Just her soft whisper talking to a ghost. “I still miss you. It shouldn’t have to be this way. It wasn’t supposed to. I just hate it. I hate it so much.” Sometimes she’d cry and he’d resist the urge to go comfort her. She needed this. These quiet moments in the dark to let herself feel that heartbreak and that cold spot on the bed. So he’d continue to the kitchen and back to his room and pretend he never heard those soft whispers. It took 3 months for her to start to shake it. To lose the vacant stares, to stop searching the room for one more person. The loneliness was still there, just behind her composed demeanor, but she was better. She was getting there.

She jumped back into work, although maybe with less reckless behavior then before. Probably still hearing James’s voice in the back of her head telling her not to get herself killed. The product kept coming and she kept selling and they got the job done despite the missing piece of their team. It took 6 months for her to hire another gunman. He tried not to push her, but eventually he had to tell her she needed closer protection. He wasn’t going to be enough for forever and people were starting to realize that. 

He could tell she didn’t want to, but she did. Some young kid with a cocky smile and a decent shot. He wasn’t James though. Even Pote could feel that. He may have given James a hard time at the beginning – or most of the time – but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss him too. You spend enough time with someone in this business and they grow on you. But that’s just it. This business didn’t allow for much time. 

He really thought he’d go before James. All the talks about dying for her and protecting her, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t really surprised it was James. He’d even told her as much so long ago. “He would die for you.” He always did have a knack for stupid heroics. A year after, he found her sitting on the balcony staring out into the night. She was quiet, almost content when he joined her in the silence. 

“It’s been a year now,” she whispered. 

“I know, Teresita.” 

“It’s so… weird. That he’s been gone that long”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that so he doesn’t and they continue in silence, the ghost of their friend hanging over their heads. When he finally goes to leave he thinks he hears her whisper, “I wonder what he’s doing.” But he decides to let it go this time. Two years later he can tell the grief is in the past, but she still hasn’t moved on. Self confident boys with 5 o’clock shadows and burly entitled men always try for a bit of the Queen’s attention. They never get it. It’s obvious that spots still reserved for someone else. No matter how hard they try or how lonely she might still be at night, no one ever shares that bed. Not their bed. 

But that doesn’t seem to bother her too much. 

The job gets done and the product gets moved. Two years, four months, and 17 days after James died, she goes too. He knows deep down he shouldn’t be surprised. People have been trying to do this for years. It had to happen one day. But it’s still his fault. He had promised to protect her. Always. And he didn’t. He couldn’t. And now she was gone.

He had cried. Oh how he had cried. And Kelly Ann had held him and spilled her own tears. It was over that quickly. The business, the life they’d built, Teresa. All the work and struggle and loss over the years all amounting to a sniper shot through a window. Gone that quick. And he couldn’t do a damn thing. It’s exactly 3 years to the day of James’s passing that he gets it. Just an ordinary day, in an ordinary house when he sifts through the stack of mail on their table. There’s nothing particularly interesting until he comes to a small bent post card. Who would send him a fucking post card?

It’s when he turns it over that he freezes, and then smiles.

In retrospect he should’ve seen it coming. It was the perfect plan. Of course that’s how it went.

There on the back, in small delicate scrawl is written, “Still family.” And it’s all he needs to know. To feel the weight of months on top of months of grief suddenly lift away from his shoulders in a laugh. He calls for Kelly Ann to join him. Yeah, maybe things will be okay. Across the globe, on a small beach in Spain a woman stands with her feet in the sand, facing the ocean. Nobody really pays her much attention; she doesn’t give them reason to. She just smiles and lets the breeze lift her dark hair around her shoulders. This is what she deserves. 

The Spanish beach, the clear air, no threat of death right around the corner. After fighting for so long, this is the life she chooses. The freedom she chooses.  

Then, a man comes up behind her, clad in all black despite the warm weather, aviator sunglasses perched on his face like always. He might stick out a little bit. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, whispering into her ear and smiling. They seem happy. 

This summer, I broke a girl’s heart into pieces. The guilt has caught up to me, strangled me and is almost done suffocating me. So here I am, at 5am, posting a piece I literally just finished up writing for her.

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Stoned. Hunched in balcony chairs, smoking the Hoboken din. My hair, your favored length, the breeze’s fingers tease. Your pupils spill all over me, Images of your limbs supplanting my shirt, To drape over my shoulders, your only plea. Bestriding me, inner thighs stroking Where my torso sees my legs halfway. Adoring me, hips circling clockwise Painting my vessels an invite to come inside. In the car, Passenger side, my frozen figure. Tears hum "It might be over soon", Down my cheeks, Your fingertips pass vestiges Along the hind of my neck. “It’s okay.” Not adequate nor full, Not vigorous nor unwavering. Stained vile and sharp. Dismembering memories: Tasting your collarbones. Your moans lacing the smoke, In the car, Your arms enfolding mine, As I drive home, As your legs shake.