Title: The Vegas Wedding🎲
November 28, 2025
For Zanny! 💜
(Any names mentioned here are purely coincidental. Written for fun and fandom vibes!)
*Contains drunk Vegas chaos and meta humor. Reader discretion for hilarity.*
**Spoiler: Zanny + Jelly chaos ahead!**
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Drunk. Vegas. Wedding.
Yep, that's what he said. And even though he said it as a joke, Zander Netherbrand didn't think it would happen until he woke up with a terrible headache, throat dry, and blurry vision.
Wearing his tux, he had driven himself into a drunken stupor at a party last night, starting whatever adventure he had as a 'fever dream'.
Where he met a silly drunken girl, cracked a few jokes, and had a few drinks, and then thought they had found their perfect match...
Sitting up on the uneven mattress, he ran a hand through his blonde, disheveled hair, his strands snagging on the brackets of his ring.
Ring.
He looked down at it, seeing the golden band with a sparkly diamond...
'Yours should have a stone too, since you are fabulous!'
"What...?" He squinted at it, the stone shining under the dim light. But enough of that, he needed to hydrate. Right now.
Looking around, he saw the silhouette of a lady, lying in bed next to him.
Her satin, silky short dress shimmered under the lamplight, her feet still in heels. Her face was covered in long curly, brown hair, and Zanny approached her unconscious form as if to avoid waking up the Medusa.
He lifted some of her hair to peer into her face.
"Ow." she squinted, her eyes closing shut. "The light..."
Zanny returned the hair back to its place. "Oh, sorry."
He stood up and walked about the room, stretching his arms above his head as he approached the phone by the bedside table.
"Hello, room service? Yes, I'd like to order some good hangover food. Yes, breakfast...fine. Soup, water...yes, we are in room number...shoot, what number was it again?"
'Maybe I should’ve written this down instead of trusting my brain after tequila shots… genius idea, Zander.'
The lady in bed began to groan, shifting uneasily as she covered her mouth with a hand with a sound.
Oh no. That sound.
"...and some extra towels, please. All right, byebye." Zanny put down the phone. He hovered over her, a bit of panic setting in.
"Um, darling, I'll help you into the bathroom, okay?" He held her shoulders and helped her sit up gently, watched her gain her footing, before letting her stand and walk to the bathroom she leaned on him.
The woman saw the open toilet bowl and she kneeled down in front of it, puking her guts out. Zanny gathered her hair and held it away from the bowl, worry etching on his face.
‘Nothing like holding someone’s hair over a toilet to start a romantic morning… smooth, Zander, really smooth.’
After a few minutes of hurling up the food and alcohol she consumed, Zanny heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." He called out. Food came and the staff handed him some extra towels before leaving.
"Happy honeymoon, sir."
Zanny gave the woman a towel, and she wiped her mouth clean. She shut the toilet bowl and flushed it herself...before standing up to wash her face by the sink.
Zanny left her and helped himself to some water to hydrate...his eyes turning to the bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne cooling inside it.
"Huh."
"H-hi..." The woman said quietly, giving him a sheepish smile. She was standing by the door barefoot, her hands holding the doorpost for support. Before Zanny could say another word, her eyes landed on the food before her and she shuffled up to it, sitting by the couch and reached out for the soup, her hands trembling in hunger.
Zander took the spoon for her. "The soup is still hot, let me. You might spill it all over yourself, love." He scooped up a spoonful of soup and blew on it, letting it cool down. Then he gave it to her. "Say ah, darling."
‘Who even writes a manual for feeding hungover brides? Certainly not me, but here we are.’
The woman obediently slurped the soup, cooperating quite well. Zanny tucked away a strand of her locks behind her ear, noticing how soft it feels to the touch.
"By the way, my dear, what's your name?"
"Um...Jillian. But you can call me Jelly."
Zanny chuckled. "Jelly, you say? Just like a Netherling." His eyes wandered to her hand, her ring finger wearing a matching diamond ring.
"Don't tell me...You watch him too?" Jelly asked.
"Watch who?"
"Zander. Zander Netherbrand?"
"Um...oh." Zanny said. He didn't know what to say. "My days."
Jelly giggled out of the blue. "Last night was crazy, no? What are the odds. We shared a Vegas wedding and I agreed to marry you because I figured you sound just like Zanny."
"Excuse me?"
Jelly frowned and placed a hand on her temple. "Oh, my head hurts."
Zanny gave her a glass of water, gears turning in his head as he tried to process what she just said.
'The wedding was real? We drove to Vegas and got married? For real? Next time, maybe Vegas for blackjack only… weddings require sobriety. Note to self.'
Zanny stood up and checked his pockets, trying to recall the papers last night. Out came receipts, coins, casino tokens from Vegas...and then the folded paper.
Opening it carefully, Zanny read the fine print with squinty eyes as he felt around his collar for his reading glasses.
"Hmmm...lawfully wedded? My god."
‘Ah, the moment I’ve waited for… or maybe the moment I’ve been dreading. Either way, public humiliation level: Netherling approved.’
Zanny looked at Jelly in a mix of awe and disbelief. "That wasn't a priest. It was a freaking judge."
Jelly didn't mind him much as she tried to massage her temples, pouting in pain and discomfort. "Hmmm...augh."
Zanny came to her aid, sitting next to her as he tried to comfort her by massaging her temples. "It's okay, Jelly. Just tell me your username and I'll share mine."
Jillian then turned to him and whispered it in his ear. "...that's my username."
Zanny’s eyes grew wide. "Oh wow, darling. You truly are a Netherling. I've seen your name in chat."
"Mmhm. So what's yours?"
"Mine? Well, it's..." He leaned close and whispered it in her ear, smiling. He leaned back just enough to gauge her reaction.
As expected, Jillian's eyes grew wide in surprise. Then she turned to look at him...and then glanced at his arms. His arms were still covered in sleeves, so she gently unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled them up.
As she saw his veiny arms before her, she grew still. "Oh. Zanny?"
"Yes?"
Jillian's mind pinged and dots in her brain connected, making her turn away and cover her face with her hands, stifling her sobs and groans of frustration.
"Wait, darling—what's wrong?" Zanny asked her.
"I...I ruined it!"
"Ruined what?"
"I...the...um...THE FIRST IMPRESSION!"
"HUH?"
Jelly turned around, looking at him with teary eyes. "First impression you'll have of me is terrible! You saw me all ugly as I puked and everything!"
"Ah?" Zanny said, caught off guard. He shook his head after a moment and placed a hand over hers. "That's not my first impression of you, my dear. Remember how vibrant and lively you were last night? How beautiful and mesmerizing you are under the moonlight?"
Jelly grew silent.
Zanny chuckled. "That's when I knew I wanted to get to know you better, darling. Ah, even if the way things turned out aren't for the light of heart, but in spite of my unstableness to actually try to be in a relationship...I do genuinely am interested. Will you allow me the privilege of doing so, my sweet Jelly?"
Jillian's breath was held suspended. "I...I would love to, Zanny. No other girl would be the happiest to get to know you, my tempting succubus."
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