CSBB: I Thee Wed (16/16)
Once upon a time, Princess Emma and Lieutenant Killian Jones stole away into the dark of the night to elope. In the morning light, however, they must face the repercussions of their actions before they can live their “happily ever after.” This is where their story begins…
Rating:M (Mild smut)
Other Pairings: Snowing
Author’s Note: Oh my god, it’s over. I finished by @captainswanbigbang fic. Thank you for everyone who stuck through this story. Your comments gave me life, and I cherish them all. One final thank you to @wexyuk . Special shoutout to my artists who also served as secondary readers, @piratesrumforswan , and @just-be-magnificent . Also, now that the story is over, feel free to shoot me some asks and I can provide commentary, my thought process, and reveal plotlines that changes over the course of writing this.
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Emma sat curled in the windowsill of the library, watching as the snow drifted down and began to blanket the grounds. If it kept this up, guests would be delayed in arriving to the ceremony, or might find the roads too treacherous to navigate, and choose not to come. There was a time not too long ago that Emma might have taken pleasure in that, too exasperated with the whole ordeal to even want people in attendance.
But then she stared at herself in her wedding dress, her mother glassy-eyed beside her, and Emma began to feel excited for the ceremony. Her first one with Killian had been perfect by virtue of it being the day she married her husband. It would forever remain perfect in her eyes. But now she had to admit that there were vital elements missing to that wedding, the presence and support of her family being first and foremost. It would be nice to have them present as she said her vows to Killian, and she took comfort in the support.
Unfortunately, her desires to have her parents present at this wedding only made her wish she had gotten through to Liam. She had yet to hear anything from him, and tempted as she was to hunt him down and drag him to the ceremony, she knew that would not be received well. Even worse, Killian hadn’t made any moves to reach out to his brother either, stubborn in his refusal to apologize any further. Emma wanted to smack their heads together and force them to speak, to do anything at this point, but she knew reconciliation was something they had to decide for themselves. She could nudge all she wanted, but they were the ones who had to take the next steps.
It was maddening.