A/N: In honor or CS AU Week, I might be a little late for Day 2: Canon Divergence, but I wanted to get back to my baby. Sorry if it’s short; I just needed to get it out. Reblogs/comments always appreciated <3
The next week after
their dinner under the stars felt like a whirlwind, since the set about getting
all of the details they discussed about their wedding in place. Emma went to
Granny’s that Monday for lunch and confirmed with Granny that they would love
to have her cater their reception. Granny was ecstatic. “I haven’t had time to
get a proper catering menu together, but here is a list of all the platters
that I plan on having once I am able to,” she said as she handed Emma a stack
of loose-leaf papers cursive writing and the prices of each.
“I will show these to
Killian, Mom, and Dad and get back to you for sure,” Emma said.
“Sounds like a plan! I
know it’s only a little over two months away now, but don’t wait too long to
put the order in,” Granny said as she winked at her.
“I don’t plan on it,”
On Wednesday, she met
with Belle and went over to Game of Thorns to look over the floral selection. “Are
there any flowers you had in mind for the bouquet?” Belle asked.
“I want to have
something with yellow roses, and buttercups.”
“That sounds lovely!
Are you going to have Killian and the groomsmen have yellow roses for their boutonnieres?”
“I had not thought about
that, but it’s absolutely perfect.”
They met with Belle’s father,
Maurice, and discussed her bouquet, the smaller bouquets for the bridal party (Elsa,
Ruby, and Belle), the boutonnieres for Killian and his groomsman (Henry, Will,
and Robin), and the flower pins for Mary-Margaret and David. Even after only
completing two of the tasks on their list, she felt that it was starting to
By the end of that
week, she had also met with Regina to ask her if she would be interesting is
making the cake for the reception. She was admittedly a little nervous.
“Miss Swan, are you
seriously asking me to make a wedding cake?”
“Yes…?” she answered
After pausing for quite
a while, which made Emma start to sweat a little, Regina replied as a smile
began to creep across her face, “You realize that at least one of the layers
has to be apple spice? It’s Henry’s favorite.”
Releasing the breath
she didn’t know she was holding, she walked up to Regina and hugged her. “Thank
you, Regina. Seriously, thank. We would gladly pay you.”
“No need. I admittedly messed
up your parents wedding, so I need to make sure this one goes off without a hitch.
And taking you money just wouldn’t sit well with me. Consider this a wedding
“Well, I really
appreciate it,” said Emma, “Now, as for the other layers…”
They went over the
layers of the cake. It would be four tiers: the bottom one (and the largest)
would be red velvet, a universal favorite; the second, white cake with
strawberries (her parent’s favorite; the third would be the apple spice; and
the fourth, the one they would cut into, would be chocolate mousse, her and
After the day at the
dress shop, she really meant that she would discuss everything with Killian.
She told him every morning her plans, and what she wanted, and if he was on
board, she went ahead with her meetings. So each day after she completed
something on her check list, she would call Killian and have him meet her at
the loft and discuss everything with him and her parents.
“Regina is doing the
cake!” Emma shouted as she entered the loft.
“That’s wonderful to
hear, dear. She has become somewhat of an amateur baker here, so I’m glad she
will be able to test her skills,” said Mary-Margaret.
“How much will she be
charging?” asked David. In typical modern-day tradition, her parent’s
volunteered to pay for the wedding. Killian asked to chip in, considering he
had no family to speak of coming to the wedding, but they wouldn’t have it.
They told him it was his day, too, so to just simply enjoy it.
“She won’t be. She said
to consider it a wedding gift, and she said that she kind of ruined the last
wedding she went to, so she’s making up for it, in some small way.”
“What was the last
wedding she went to?” Killian, asked curiously.
“Ours,” her parents
replied in unison.
Understanding her need
to make up for what she had done, Killian said, “Yes, well, ‘small way’ is
putting it lightly, I’d say.”
Emma smacked him over
the arm, and he winced. “Hey! At least we have someone to do the cake!”
while cradling his arm, he said, “Right you are, love. By the way, have you
started the invitations?”
enthusiastically rose from the table and made her way to the stairs that lead
to her room. She maneuvered a box from under the stairs in her grasp and
carried it to the table. She laid the box right in front of him and urged him
to look inside. Once the box was opened, he removed one if the many
invitations. The background was put white, but the paper was raised so that an
image appeared without their actually being a drawing. It was an image of a
heart, but the left side of the heart was the neck, head and beak of a swan,
and the right of the heart was a hook. He kept running his fingers over the image
as he read the words that were written in elegant script:
Majesties Queen Snow White and King David of the Enchanted Forest
your presences at the marriage of their daughter
Royal Highness Princess Emma Swan
Jones, Captain of the Jolly Roger
Saturday, July 18th, 2015
It took a few moments
for Killian to actually speak. “These are perfect, my love.”
Emma, staring down at
his head while standing behind him, said, “I’m so glad you like them. I figured
since this is our day, our titles were more than appropriate.”
“You, again, are right.”
“God, I love it when
you say that,” she said as she leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. “So
invitations, flowers, catering, cake…what else was there?”
“The music, but you
already said you were going to make the playlists,” Killian said.
“Exactly, but I can’t
help but feel that I missed something…”
“EMMA! YOU DON’T HAVE A
PHOTOGRAPHER!” her mother shouted.
Smacking her head
against her palm, she groaned, “Son of a…”
“Language!” her mother
“Sorry, but I seriously
can’t believe I forgot to find a photographer…” Emma said as she began running
her hands through her hair. “Who do we know that could possibly do it?”
The four of them sat at
the table and began going through everyone they knew in town. Some were decent
suggestions (Nova, Archie), and some were just completely laughable (Leroy).
They wracked their brains for what seemed like fifteen minutes until a
lightbulb seemed to have clicked in David’s head. “I think I’ve got it, I just
need to make a phone call.” David whipped out his cell phone and clicked on a
contact in his phone. “Hi, Regina. Yes, thank you for agreeing to help, we appreciate
it beyond words. Now I have to ask: Do you have Sydney’s phone number?” The
rest of the table collectively groaned, as if to say that they should have
thought about that before.
Ten minutes later,
David hung up the phone and joined the group. “Sydney has agreed to be the
photographer,” he said, all smiles.
“Oh, this is fantastic!
Everything seems to be coming together!” Mary Margaret said joyfully.
“You know what, it
really does seem that way,” added Emma.
Killian turned to Emma
and said, “Well, I guess there’s just one more thing we need to search for, it
Unsure about his
cryptic comment, Emma asked, “Oh? And what is that?”
He took her hand in his
and staring gazing into her eyes, he said, “Mrs. Jones, what say you to finding
the home of our dreams?”
Hello I see you love PJO and I wanted to offer a headcanon about Leo. I've always seen him as a Slytherin? When he was getting information about the physician's cure and planning his own death behind people's back I was like 'ah yes my sneaky baby' and I'm writing that off as killing for your friends because he literally blew Gaea up. As an orphan switching from foster home to foster home, I can see him getting very cunning and ambitious to get recognized by authority figures. Thanks, bye!
Those are some really good points! To be honest, I personally find, almost in a similar way with Annabeth, that while he still shares some similar traits with Slytherin, I find that his Ravenclaw traits overpower the Slytherin ones. I believe that his creativity and smartness over weighs his cunningness and sneakiness I guess you could say. I also think that ambition can fall under Ravenclaw as well. Also, I took his self sacrificial death as more Gryffindor than Slytherin. But it’s always cool to hear what some else thinks. Thanks!
My scrabble game gave me some sass. I know I need to do yoga. GET OFF MY BACK MAN!
On Monday I rested. Dear sweet baby Jesus the doms from the squash. They’re still here on Wednesday. My shins, my forearms, my butt. So much pain. I basically just lumped and groaned and threw myself around work on Monday. A lovely patient gave me a box of chocolates though And told me a story about his pet donkey eating his Rolex! In the evening Ciaran treated me to the cinema and I made him take me to see inside out. Because I’m such a grown up. We cried.
Arms and shoulders yesterday.
Split jerk went 8x20kg, 5x30kg, 5x35kg, 5x35kg, 5x40kg, 3x42.5kg, 1x45kg
I failed my second attempt at 45 but STILL! 45!
I thought I should write you a letter to let you know I’m coming to split jerk you. Apologies for the inconvenience.
Work was long and busy but doable and I got to meet my old flat mate for dinner after. We went to the new box park in Brixton with loads of pop up restaurants and I devoured the above tacos.
Enroute to squat and lunge and all that leg business.