A muffled voice interrupts your slumber although it's far too echoed for you to understand the words, your tired eyes slowly opening as you reach out to cuddle your sleeping companion but you find he's gone.

Your orbs instinctively glancing up to the clock on your beside table.

8:15...known Sabo, he's gone to get some breakfast.

Since you're awake now, you stretch yourself out across the bed, a small dinosaur-like groan escaping your throat as your bones click. 

Your body is still slicked with sweat and your thighs are sticky from other bodily fluids but all in all, you feel rather cheerful - refreshed even.

"What the hell were you thinking yoi?!" 

And just like that, your mood is in shambles and you're frightened to leave your bedroom.

But it wouldn't be fair to leave Sabo alone out there to deal with his brother, especially when the man's in such a bad mood this morning. 

Jeez, I'm already playing the wife role, stepping in between brotherly arguments.

"Can you stop yelling? My head hurts!" Thatch's voice reaches your ears as you pluck your dressing gown from your luggage.

He's here too?!

Wrapping yourself up securely, you make your way toward your bedroom door, your hand coming up to brush a few strands of hair out of your face - a very weak attempt to tidy yourself up a bit honestly. 

"You both need to shut up! [F/N]'s trying to sleep!" Sabo whisper-yells.

"Trying to sleep?! Oh, come on! Don't tell you--!" Marco trails off once you enter the room.

Your husband's back being the first thing you see upon opening the door, he's wearing his steampunk pants from yesterday but has neglected the rest of his clothing, your eyes taking into account the scratches left on his back.

You honestly hadn't realized just how hard you were clawing at him during last night's encounter.  

Your handsome blonde immediately turning to face you as his brothers stare from the other side of the room, Thatch looking moderately calm while Marco harbours a pale blush. 

"Ah, good morn--"

"Did you two cement it?!" Marco cutting Thatch off completely as his usually bored-looking eyes widen, sweat practically dripping down his face. "S-So it has been consummated! Well good yoi, that's great! You're gonna be a divorcee at 22!" 

Huh? Divorce?

"I'm not divorcing her!" Sabo blurts, earning himself a heated glare from the older blonde.

"Leave them be, Marco." Thatch's voice merely a sigh as he leans against the back of the couch, his hand resting on his head. It's only in this moment you realize how rough he looks - the poor brunette has huge dark circles under his eyes, he's still wearing the same clothes from last night and his hair is a tousled mess.

Was he gambling all night long?

"What, like you did?!" Marco now snapping his attention toward the eldest brother instead, his glare could surely melt the man by this point. "Where were you anyway yoi?! Too busy betting away all your cash to look after your brothers?!" 

"I don't wanna hear that from the lightweight who passed out before the night had even started." The brunette rumbles with a tired smile, his eyes looking as if they're struggling to stay open by this point. "I went to the wedding, it was cute. She was a zombie. They were happy. What's the problem?" 

By this point you had stepped closer to Sabo, hesitantly resting your hand on his bicep, admittedly rather scared that he might be regretting his decision now - he was drunk after all.

"What isn't the prob--zombie?" The older blonde taking another glance in your direction, confusion written all over his features before his sights turn back to Thatch. "Why a zombie? N-Nevermind, it's not important! It's the principle!" 

"Where's Robin anyway? Wasn't she supposed to be taking care of you?" Thatch skilfully changing the subject as Sabo glances down at you with a bit of worry in his eyes, his arm wrapping itself around your waist and pulling you into a half-hug. 

"Do you regret it?" Your husband murmurs lowly, managing to go unheard by his bickering brothers. 

"Not if you don't." You quietly respond back with a smile, the cutie merely shaking his head with a grin etched into his features as he cuddles you tighter.

"Not even a little." He rasps. 

"Robin? She's sleeping in your bed right now, I told her to take a nap because she was up all night." The blonde seemingly calming down briefly before his voice raises again. "Not that it's important right now! Have you even told Pops about the wedding?!"

A wave of dread washing of you when you realize the old man wasn't there, not even invited.

It sure doesn't help that Sabo is the first of his sons to get married either, Pops will be truly devastated.  

Does this make me Edward [F/N] now?

"No, I'm not the groom! It's not my job to tell him!"

"When he finds out you let this happen yoi, you'll never be a groom because he'll kill you!"

Well, at least I married into such a...caring family.

The suite door suddenly bursting open and hitting Marco in the process, making the blonde jump slightly as he steps away, three familiar laughs ringing in your ears as a certain trio stumbles in together.

Oh, good...more people...

"HEYOOO~!!" Ace greets loudly, causing both you and Sabo to sweat as he trips over his own feet, managing to faceplant the floor. Perona and Kyo cackling at his misfortune as they step over him into the main room also.

Suddenly, this place smells a lot like alcohol...

"W-Where the hell have you been yoi?! Don't tell me you got married too!" Marco's outburst only earning more laughter from Ace as Perona and Kyo grumble something incoherent about the blonde being so loud first thing in the morning, it would seem their hangovers are kicking in. 

Have they been partying all damn night?!

"Nah but we got tattoos~!" The freckled raven finally blurts as he climbs back up to his feet, slipping his unbuttoned shirt down to his hips before flashing his back at Marco. "I got one just like yours~!"

Marco leaning forward to examine said tattoo whilst Perona giggles.

"This is nothing like mine yoi! Yours is bones with a skull! And it's purple!"

Admittedly, you still think it's better than the 'ASCE' tattoo on his arm though, the idiot had gotten legless drunk one night and tried to get his own name inked onto his body - of course, he misspelled it and had to cross out the S, the tattooist had just thought he wanted that design.

I think we should just keep Ace away from tattoo parlours when he's drunk... 

"What?! The girls said it looks exactly like yours!" The raven slurs with a slight pout, earning a small snicker from Kyo and Perona. Poor Marco grumbling as he massages his temples.

"Wow, it looks cool though!" Thatch blurts with a grin, his brown orbs inspecting Ace's back closely before his sights trail over to your female friends. "What did you two get?"

"A little pink bat!" Perona chimes excitedly as she shows Thatch her left arm, the cling film is still wrapped around the tattoo but it's easy enough to make out, the eldest brother smiling at the art. 

"Aw! It's cute!" He beams.

"Isn't it?!" The pinkette chimes, her index finger pointing toward Kyo as a wicked grin splays out across her face. "She got a black cross on her forearm because she's all homesick and misses her 'Pa'~!" The cheeky comment earning a snort from Thatch and a face-melting glare from the redhead.

"Funny that! Marco used to do the same thing!" Thatch chuckles out, the already-irritated blonde now looking about ready to kill a man. "He used to start crying when he got drunk if Pops wasn't around~!"

"SHUT UP YOI!!"

You have to bury your face into your husband's bare torso to try and hide your snicking, Sabo's chest vibrating against your cheek as he quietly chuckles to himself also.

Marco's a confirmed daddy's boy! 

Your lover leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of your head. "We could get better wedding rings today, if you'd like?" He murmurs lowly whilst his brothers bicker in the background, your orbs gazing up at him as he smiles. "Mine is kinda too small for me." 

With a nod of your head, you lean in to peck his lips. 

"Of course!"