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VEGAS WEDDING MEME

Each year more than 90,000 people get married in Las Vegas. With hundreds of wedding chapels, Vegas has a plethora of choices. In addition to specialty and historic chapels located within the city, Las Vegas hotel wedding chapels offer visitors a myriad of ways to tie the knot.

♣ You can use RNG 1-7 for each list of prompts or make your own!
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♦ Don't be afraid to AU things if your character(s) aren't from a version of Earth.
♠ Have fun, your character is getting hitched!

WEDDING STYLE

1. Elvis Impersonators: They're everywhere, and can not only help you tie the knot but sing at your reception too!
2. Drive-Thru: Vegas has a slew of wedding chapels, but none are more convenient than the ones that you don't even have to leave the car for!
3. Lavish and Fancy: Vegas is also the site of many of the most elaborate dream weddings, each bigger and more awe-inspiring than the last!
4. Star Trek/Star Wars: Who doesn't want a Starfleet captain or Jedi knight officiating their wedding?
5. Shotgun Wedding: For the couple whose wedding is not complete without shooting exotic firearms together...
6. Underwater: Put on that suit or dress, grab your scuba gear, and that sign that says "I do!" because you are getting married under water!
7. Other: You can get get just about any wedding you want in a place like Vegas. Obligatory choose-your-own-adventure option!

CIRCUMSTANCES

1. Pre-Planned: You got engaged and both decided to get married in Vegas! You've planned every detail of your wedding and the big day is here!
2. Spur of the Moment: You're in Vegas for vacation, or maybe a show. Neither of you had marriage on the brain until you passed by all of those chapels...
3. Left to chance: You're both thinking about it, but do you go through with it or not? Why not leave it to chance and a roll of the dice?
4. Hey I just met you: And this is crazy, but here's a ring so marry me maybe?
5. Drunk: So you may have had one drink too many, but that's why this seems like such a good idea!
6. Whoops: Okay you really don't know how it happened but you woke up with a ring on your finger and someone next to you in bed...
7. Other: Because anything can happen in Vegas.

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His head was killing him, and his arm was asleep, an oddly warm weight on top of it. Connor knew he should have reacted a bit faster, opened his eyes and looked around and figured out what the hell was going on, but the bed was so soft and so was the weight on his arm, not to mentioned it smelled like warmth and cloves and fresh cut grass with the faint hint of sex–

Oh god no he was in bed with a woman. With a specific woman.

His hangover was secondary to this issue. Bleary, he forced himself to open his eyes and figure out why he had Clover in his bed. Raising his right hand to shake her awake- she was curled against him and oh no no he was hard he hadn’t woken up hard since puberty- only to notice the glint of gold on his ring finger. Connor grabbed for Clover’s hand, only to see another glint there- albeit with more diamonds.

As quickly as he could, he scooted to the other side of his bed in their very nice hotel room- why had he spent the assassin funds to get a very very nice hotel room?- and called her name from there.

“Clover. Clover. Wake up.”

[Danae dreams of french fries, which seem like a damned luxury considering the current state of the world. Licking her lips in her sleep, she rolls over in bed, arm flinging out to clothesline Chuck across his chest with a smack. The silver ring on her finger is light enough to escape her notice as she considers how much better the french fries would be if she had a chocolate shake to dip them into...

It's the growling of her stomach that slowly wakes her, making her wonder if her dreams of drive-through were prompted from something during their drunken binge last night. Had they picked up burgers somewhere? Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why all she could think about was a late-night munchies run. Surely it had nothing to do with the cheap white veil on a headband, still tangled in her hair, or the marriage certificate being pinned to the hotel room table with a pair of empty beer bottles. Right?

Groaning, she tentatively opens her eyes, and finding herself too tired to move her limbs, she instead blows air at Chuck's face to see if he's awake yet.]

Clover doesn't really sleep well without the aid of some other substance, and that seems to be the case here. She wakes up with a headache and a muffled male voice calling her name. It takes her a second, stretching out like a cat before rolling onto her back, away from Connor, before she opens her eyes.

And this was definitely not the Vegas den she had met Connor at. She looks over her shoulder, head throbbing, and sees the man in question perched at the side of the bed-- naked, which in itself, was a blessing, but looking exceedingly worried. And oh, that's a ring on his finger. She draws her own left hand up before realizing there's a ring on her ring finger too. She raises her eyebrows. Well. This is certainly something.

"Do you realize a drunken Vegas marriage is a terrible cliche I refuse to subscribe to?"

He plucked at a blanket on the end of the bed and attempted to smoothly wrap it around his hips while shimming out of bed at the same time- and it worked. Mostly. There was a plush chair on the other side of the room, and Connor worked his way over to it, keeping his crotch as covered as possible.

On his way there, he spotted a piece of paper on the floor. He bent to pick it up, and paled, gesturing despite his headache.

"Miss Clover. This has our names on it-" Their real names, too. Not that the Templars knew either- well, they knew Clover's, but her last name was a scrawl of Polish consonants that a misspelling was likely when this was entered into the state database. It was still a contract, one that he had clearly signed with the intent to keep.

"It matters little what you subscribe to. We did this." He sat finally, and held his face in his hands. "... do you remember. Anything?" The room smelled like sex.

"Did we make love?" Panic set in. "Did we use a condom-" He had lost his virginity and he couldn't remember it.

[Raleigh Becket is not so secretly a Star Wars dork and a lightweight. Combine that with Vegas and Mako and well-- he's waking up the next morning, curled around her which is nothing new at all. He loves snuggling with Mako, even if she sometimes kicks him in her sleep.

She's on break from school and it's the first time that's happened and they're both twenty one and why not take a trip to Vegas?

It's a bad idea because they're both sporting new jewelry on their left hands, and vague memories of a wedding officiated by a man dressed as Jedi and it's entirely unplanned or seriously talked about and by the by, her father's going to murder him. And then Yancy is going to bash his head in. And Mako will be a widow after like a week.]

Mmmph. [Raleigh is nuzzling her neck now, it's too early to freak out about that right now.] Morning.

[ probably 2-5 or 2-2 but open to ideas. ]

[ Chuck's head is fucking pounding when he wakes up thanks to air ghosting over his face and really, it's automatic reaction to plant his hand on whoever is doing that's face and roughly shove them away. ]

Gerroff,

[ it's grumbled and he rolls away, snatching a pillow and burying his head underneath it. ]

[Danae has luckily escaped the worse symptoms of a hangover in favor of cravings for greasy food and a sensitivity to light. Thank god the curtains are closed.

She groans when he shoves her away, and then falls off the side of the bed with a thump.]

Chuck.

[The name is groaned but this time with obvious irritation. Well and truly awake, she hffs and clambers upright, only to feel something brushing her arms. Danae pulls at sheer white taffeta dumbly. Her hand travels up to the band the fabric is attached to, at which point she notices the ring.

With only her head from the eyes up, she grasps the edge with both hands.]

Chuck, wake up.

Clover rolls her eyes at Connor's question before reaching down to finger herself, see fit there's any discharge between her legs. She finds it before she even gets to her pussy. Tossing Connor a sly grin, Clover dips the blankets down her body, coy. A part of her knows she's being cruel to this poor guy, but anothe part of her just doesn't care. Everyone should have a drunken story and this tops them all. "Guess, big guy."

[ bonus points if it's a result of a tropey, pretending to be man and wife for a mission]

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Vegas Wedding Meme!

Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim

Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim

Jane Foster; MCU

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Scott McCall ☽ Teen Wolf ☽ F/M

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mako mori | pacific rim | ota

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Cathy Barrett | The Nightside | F/M

Wanda Lehnsherr | Marvel Ultimates | F/M

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jim moriarty | sherlock

Mako Mori | Pacific Rim

Donna Noble | Doctor Who | het

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Jon Snow || A Song of Ice and Fire Modern!AU || M/F

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Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed | M/F

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