“What Happens in Vegas, Right?”

chellesimagines:

Mcsombra prompt

@moirakin asked

McSombra writing prompts? Hmm how about the two of them having a secret little “wedding” (not legal/official of course) while they’re on the run?

A/N: It’s short! Really just a ficlet! But I had a hard time going longer. I really liked this bit.

Warnings: Swearing ofc (it’s sombra and mccree, what did you expect?)

“What if we just… got married?”

Olivia choked on her drink. She gave a wide-eyed stare to her partner to see if the cigar had more than just tobacco in it. “Married.”

Jesse didn’t seem to be high. “Married, yeah.” He sat up on his elbow and looked at her with those absurdly brown eyes. “You know, just to make all this-” he waved his arm at the desert, the car, the two of them on the hood- “official. Bonnie and Clyde.”

“You know I don’t know who that is.”

“Doesn’t matter. What do you say?”

For a long time, she just looked at the nighttime Sonora, saguaros everywhere, the moon giving everything a soft glow. Fucking romantic, she thought. “Fuck it. Yeah, let’s get married.”

They drove to Vegas, if for no other reason than that’s where you get married, right? She bought the tackiest Vegas Wedding Dress she could find, he bought an ugly zoot suit, and rather than getting married in one of the many, many chapels that littered the streets, they found the shittiest dive bar they could.

It was a beautiful ceremony, in its own way. The bikers hanging out at the bar videotaped the whole thing, the bartender officiated. Afterward, they bought a round for everyone.

“Jesse,” she said, lying in his arms in the backseat.

He gave a tired reply.

“This wasn’t bad.”

“No, not bad at all.”