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Four Weddings and a Blizzard: Chapter 3

My (very late) entry for Day 4 of the Jonsa Season 7 Summer Challenge (sorry!). I chose the “Summer Nights” theme.

It was a fine summer night on the third of July when Sansa Stark and her fiancé, Harry Hardyng, flew from Pittsburgh to Milwaukee to celebrate the wedding of Sansa’s brother Bran to Meera Reed.

They were both welcomed warmly by Sansa’s entire family, including Bran’s fiancée, whom he had met in medical school. Sansa teased Bran about upsetting the Stark family’s gender balance by bringing in another girl, but he looked pointedly at Harry, and raised an eyebrow, which caused even Sansa’s normally strait-laced fiancé to chuckle. Meera, gracious as ever, chimed in by asking Sansa about her own wedding plans for the following June. “Now that the hardest part is over,” she said, and, seeing Sansa’s confusion, added with a conspiratorial grin, “Picking the groom, of course.”

Sansa had to agree with her: Harry had been an easy choice as a future husband. He had everything a girl could wish for: Ken-doll good looks and the cool charm to match, a Harvard degree, a burgeoning career at the top finance firm in Pittsburgh, and excellent taste in flowers. He had showered Sansa with gifts from the moment they had begun dating and waved away her protests when he had sent her three dozen roses on Valentine’s Day less than three months into the relationship, telling her he would be an idiot to let a good thing go when he found it. Sansa supposed the same applied to her. Harry may have been a bit of a workaholic who chided her on getting too emotional at times, but he was calm and logical, nothing like the petulant bully Joffrey had been. Besides, he was one of the only men she’d met over the past few years who would give her a second date upon learning that she was working as a secretary while she earned her teaching credential.

So when Harry had taken her to a five-star Italian restaurant and popped the question with a brilliant-cut two-carat diamond encircled with two layers of smaller stones, Sansa had said yes at once. She would have preferred a simpler ring, but Harry Hardyng was going places in the world, and he told her that he wanted to dress his future wife accordingly. That was true enough, and no girl in her right mind would complain about getting that expensive a ring. Besides, she and Harry both wanted a nice long engagement, which meant that she could get married in the summer, like every other Stark before her.

It was another fine summer night on the Fourth of July, when Bran and Meera held their rehearsal dinner at a historic hotel in downtown Madison, Wisconsin. Jon and his own fiancée, Val Freeman, had arrived earlier that afternoon, which had prompted a round of dry jokes from Jon about how long it had been since the two of them had seen Harry and Sansa. Harry and Val groaned; the two of them worked at the same brokerage firm, and they often rolled their eyes at Jon’s puns during the couples’ frequent double dates to restaurants and Harry’s and Val’s frequent company events. But Sansa adored both the puns and the mischievous twinkle in Jon’s eyes when he rattled them off, and she laughed enough for the three of them.

“Oh, don’t encourage him so much,” groused Harry, whose own mood had been unusually rotten since they had left Pittsburgh. His firm’s buyout negotiations with a smaller brokerage house had stalled two days prior, and it had been all Sansa could do to pry him away from his job, where he had been working even harder and more feverishly than usual to try and salvage the deal somehow, and get him onto the plane.

Sansa stopped laughing and stroked his arm soothingly. “We’re on vacation, honey,” she said, smiling up at him. “We might as well laugh.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Easy enough when you haven’t got a billion-dollar acquisition on your hands,” he muttered.

“I know, right?” Val stepped between Jon and Harry and shook her head at the latter. “Can you believe Mallister talked Pycelle into demanding the extra ‘good faith’ clauses being added to the contract? Of course, everybody knew he wanted to drill Mr. Varys because of their history at Casterly Rock, but still…”

They talked shop until the two couples retired to their rooms to prepare for the rehearsal dinner. As soon as the door shut, Harry’s mood reverted to sour, and Sansa bit back her observation about how much Robb’s wife Jeyne was glowing, now that she was in the second trimester of her pregnancy with their first child. Small talk only ever made Harry’s bad moods worse.

The excellent food and wine served at the rehearsal dinner mollified Harry somewhat, but he was still out of sorts and talked less than usual as the family gathered on the balcony to watch a spectacular fireworks show. He would snap out of it when he was good and ready, Sansa knew, and not before; so she spent most of the show chatting with Bran and Jon, who alternately explained the mechanics of fireworks and exchanged puns with her.

Harry disappeared at some point when Sansa was helping her mother, Arya, and Jeyne iron out the next day’s last-minute details with Meera. She could not find Harry anywhere when they were through, and his cell phone kept going to voicemail. Finally she found her father, who informed her that Harry had already gone back to the hotel where the family was staying some time earlier.

Sansa sighed as the elevator carried her up to the fifth floor, where she and Harry were staying in the room next to Jon and Val. Perhaps, she thought, it was time for her to break out the red lace bustier at the bottom of her suitcase. After all, they had not made love for over a week, and that particular piece of lingerie was Harry’s favorite of the pieces Sansa owned. It was Sansa’s least favorite, but enduring a few minutes in its scratchy lace and uncomfortably placed underwires was a small price to pay if it snapped him out of his sour mood.

But all thoughts of lace and underwires fled Sansa’s head as soon as she opened the door of her hotel room – or rather, she thought as she heard the sounds coming from the bedroom, not her room at all. Either she had had one too many glasses of wine at the rehearsal dinner, she thought as her jaw dropped, or the hotel had mixed up the key cards; for the blonde woman straddling a muscular pair of legs in the dim glow of the next room’s light was none other than Val.

“I know,” she was giggling. “So honorable, right? He called it ‘cutting corners!’ Good God, it’s such a turnoff.” She bent downward to kiss the legs’ owner, and Sansa cringed. She turned around and crept toward the door. Jon had become her dear friend and one of her favorite people in the world, and she had been happier for him when he had found Val than she had been for her own siblings when they had gotten engaged, perhaps because Jon deserved such happiness more than anyone after what had happened with Ygritte; but she did not need to watch him having sex with his fiancée.

But then a deep laugh issued from the bed, and Sansa stopped dead in her tracks. Her key card dropped noiselessly to the floor as she turned in disbelief. She would know that voice anywhere, and it did not belong to Jon.

“Well, that makes me glad,” it said, “because you are a turn-on.” It laughed again. “God, it’s a nice change to get some damn passion for once. And they say redheads give the best fucks.”

Sansa slowly forced herself to turn around. She knew it was Harry speaking without having to look, of course; but if she did not see the hard proof for herself, she might somehow talk herself out of believing it, and that would make her an even worse fool than she had been to think Harry loved her at all. Sure enough, there he lay, grinning at Val one moment and then groaning the next as she bend to nip her way down his chest.

“Oh, God, baby, that’s good,” he muttered. “Yes – like that – oh, God, rough like that, bitch – there – there – ”

His face contorted into an ecstasy it never quite had when he had been in bed with Sansa. Unable to bear looking at him or Val for one second more, she pivoted on her heels, twisted the door handle as quietly as she could, and exited the room. She turned to flee down the hallway, but collided into something solid before she could even reach the next room.

“Whoa!” Jon reached out to steady her with both hands. He was smiling, but his expression sobered at once as he saw hers. “Sansa? What’s wrong?”

Sansa gaped at him wordlessly. Nothing would come out of her mouth – not a word, not a sob, not a scream. That alarmed Jon even more.

“Is it Harry? Sansa, what is it?” he pressed, and at the mention of Harry’s name Sansa shook her head frantically.

“No – don’t look – it’s – Jon – ” she stammered, glancing back at the door of her room. She noticed with horror that the “Do Not Disturb” sign had gotten wedged in the lock mechanism, preventing the door from shutting all the way. Jon’s gaze snapped over to it at once.

“No – Val – ” The words left Sansa’s mouth before she could stop them. Jon’s eyes widened, and he bolted for the room and flung the door open just in time to hear his fiancée screaming – “So – much – better – than that – boring cold fish – ” mixed with Harry’s groans of, “Not – that – dull rut hole – oh, baby, you’re the only one who can – like this – oh, God – ”

Jon snapped the light switch on, and the noises stopped abruptly. Val took one look at Jon and flopped onto the bed and off of Harry, who yelped in pain. Then the room fell silent for several tense moments. Sansa risked a glance at Val, whose expression was surprisingly stoic. She stared straight past Sansa, who turned to see Jon standing expressionless beside her. Only the furious rise and fall of his chest gave any indication that he had just seen his fiancée having sex with another man.

At length Val cleared her throat, which snapped Jon out of his reverie. His jaw tightened, and then tightened further as he spared a look at Harry. Then he turned around and stalked out of the room.

Harry coughed, and Sansa turned back toward him in spite of herself. She wanted to scream any number of things at him – why?, how could you?, Jon, of all the other people you could have done it to? – and she might have done had she not noticed the plate of strawberries and two glasses of champagne sitting on the bedside table. She would have known the Dom Perignon label anywhere, for it was the same type of champagne Harry had had the waiter serve to them the night he had proposed.

Sansa did not remember walking over to the table, nor did she understand why neither Harry nor Val had stopped her. But they did not, and Sansa grabbed the fuller of the two glasses and upended it over Val’s head. Val shrieked, but Harry did not look at her. Instead, he stared at Sansa, as if daring her to repeat the motion on him. Without a second thought, she seized the second glass and dumped the contents onto his coiffed blond head. Before he could do anything but yelp, she picked up the bottle, drove its butt end into the covers piled over his groin, and left him moaning in pain as she stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Sansa got perhaps half a dozen steps down the hallway before she realized that she had just left her ex-fiance and his girlfriend in her own hotel room. She sighed. Perhaps one of Meera’s friends or cousins had a bed to spare, but Sansa knew none of them particularly well, and she would rather sleep in the hallway than bother Meera about it. Asking to bunk with any of her other family members would invite questions, and Sansa did not trust herself to lie; and the truth simply would not do, not when Sansa could barely admit to herself that to Harry, her Prince Charming, she was an bland piece of arm candy that he no longer wanted. No, it would be better to withhold the information as long as she could, preferably until after the reception, and tell anyone who inquired about Harry that he had taken ill all of a sudden.

Harry. Right.

Sansa fumbled through her purse until she found her phone. Her fingers were shaking, but she managed to text a message to both Harry’s and Val’s numbers.

You’re disinvited. Gtfo before 8:00 tomorrow. Stuff outside door.

Sansa bit her lip. She should not have presumed to speak for Jon, and she did not want to bother him any more than she wanted to bother anyone else; but it was either his room or the hallway at this point. More important than that, Val had spat in Jon’s face as hard as Harry had spat in Sansa’s; and Jon should not have to suffer from that alone unless he wanted to. So she pulled herself to her feet and rapped softly on Jon’s door. He opened it not ten seconds later, as though he had been expecting her.

“God,” he whispered as he stood aside to let her into the room. “I was about to go out and look for you.”

Sansa nodded and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I – ” Her voice shook as badly as her fingers were still doing, so she pulled out her phone and showed him the text message she had just sent while she took a few breaths to steady herself.

“I figured you’d want – if you want to change anything,” she began, but Jon shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he said, his voice taut. His face was flushed, and he reached back to scratch his neck. Sansa nodded.

“I mean – I can pack her bag for you if you don’t want to.” Sansa could hear the words running into each other in their haste to escape her mouth, but Jon apparently understood her, for he shook his head.

“You don’t have to,” he said. Sansa shrugged.

“Least I can do,” she replied. “Especially if I’m wanting – I asked – I mean – can I borrow a blanket for the couch? Or the floor?”

She thought she might have slurred the words, for Jon merely stared at her for several moments before he nodded.

“I’ll have the couch,” he said, and before Sansa could answer him, he padded over to the sofa and began removing the cushions. Within a few minutes, the two had removed the mattress and topped it with the spare blankets Jon retrieved from the bathroom. Sansa grabbed two pillows from the bed and tossed them on top of the sofa.

“I can take it, really,” she said, but Jon shook his head.

“Nope,” he replied. “I’ve got it.”

Sansa, not wanting to cause any additional conflict, nodded and turned toward the bed. For a moment she expected her suitcase to greet her; but she saw Val’s instead.

“And I can pack it up, if you’d rather not – if you want me to,” she said softly. Jon gave her an odd look, as though she might put a match to its contents, but she held up both hands palms outward.

“I won’t put snakes in it or anything,” she said, her voice still working at warp speed. “I’ve already dumped champagne on her. That was enough.” Seeing his bewildered look, she added, “Harry had gotten them room service.” Her voice caught an edge, and she felt her eyes sting as the tears sprang into them. She looked away from Jon and shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Sansa,” he said softly, and that only made Sansa want to cry more, especially when she saw his concerned expression.

“You didn’t do anything,” she replied. “He’s the one who thinks of me as an ugly red-headed sex toy.” Her voice had begun to shake again, but Jon shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have had to hear that filth,” he said, spitting out the last word like a curse.

“Neither should you,” Sansa responded. “You’re not cold. You’re warm. I mean – warm like you have a heart. The best kind of heart.” Her voice caught, and she bit down hard on her lip to hold her tears at bay.

“And you’re not dull.” Jon’s voice gentled. “Or anything else he said.”

Sansa shrugged. “I heard worse from Joffrey back in the day,” she said. Jon’s jaw tightened.

“You’re still not,” he said, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You should still have better.” His jaw twitched again, and he blinked and inclined his head toward the bathroom. “Least you can have is the bathroom. It’s all yours.”

Sansa nodded and once again turned toward the suitcase next to the bed. Once again, she realized that it was not hers.

“Shit,” she muttered. She did not realize she had spoken aloud until she heard Jon’s questioning grunt.

“Nothing,” she replied. “I’ll get a spare toothbrush from room service if they don’t have one in here. The rest I can manage.”

“Oh.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck. “Well – you can use anything in there you want to.” He shrugged one shoulder toward Val’s suitcase. Sansa, who had already decided she would not look at let alone use any of Val’s things except in case of emergency, merely murmured, “Thanks,” and headed for the bathroom. She turned both sink faucets on, but the task of hunting down spare toiletries distracted her thoughts, and the tears that had been threatening to pour out did not come, no matter how hard she willed them to flush themselves out under the cover of the running water. Eventually she smacked the counter in frustration, changed out of her dress and into one of the bathrobes folded neatly on a wicker shelf next to the shower, and shuffled back into the bedroom, where she found Jon staring blankly at a copy of Homer’s The Odyssey, which he always took with him on road trips.

“It’s all yours,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”

Jon nodded and padded down the hall. By the time he returned to the bedroom, Sansa had buried herself under the covers and switched off the bedside lamp. She laid there motionless until she heard the click of the lamp across the room and the creak of Jon settling his weight onto the sofa. More creaks followed as he shuffled and adjusted the pillows around him, and Sansa took the opportunity to shift her body to face the other way.

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For the next several hours, they tossed and turned in concert. Sansa quickly gave up trying to sleep when she realized that she would hear Val’s groans or see Harry’s panting face or watch his mouth form the phrase dull rut hole every time she stayed still for more than a few minutes. So she shuffled and shifted as quietly as she could, and every time she did so she could hear Jon repeating her actions on the sofa.

Sansa dozed off about the time the sky began to grow light, but she awoke soon afterward to the sound of her phone buzzing. She picked it up and saw a message from Harry.

I paid for the room. Your stuff outside door. Get hers.

Sansa wanted to throw her phone at the wall, along with her engagement ring, but instead she forced herself to roll out of bed and turn the bedside lamp to its dimmest setting so she could pack Val’s suitcase. Jon rose from the couch almost immediately and waved off her apology, saying he was awake anyhow. His jaw quivered when Sansa showed him Harry’s message, and for a moment Sansa wondered if he would march into Harry’s room and pin him to the wall as he had pinned Joffrey all those years ago; but instead he helped her round up the last of Val’s belongings and wheeled the suitcase into the hall. He returned with Sansa’s bag in tow. Sansa opened it at once to ensure that everything was intact. Everything was, including her one-shouldered navy silk bridesmaid’s dress. Sansa stared at it and thought of all she would be expected to do and all of the tears she would have to hold in while wearing it. She knew she could do neither; there were too many hours ahead of her, too many people to face, too many false smiles to give. Her tear ducts released the contents they had been holding back for the entire night, and her stomach churned, and she dashed down the hall to Jon’s bathroom. She barely managed to fling open the toilet lid before her stomach released the contents of the prior night’s rehearsal dinner into the bowl.

Tears poured down Sansa’s face. She clutched the bowl for dear life as she retched over and over. The ugly aftertaste scalded her throat and made her gag. She bent forward over the water to let the bile drip out of her mouth, and her hair slid around her shoulders straight into the vomit-filled toilet bowl. Then it disappeared before her eyes, and Sansa blinked, startled. She blinked again when she felt something warm rubbing soothing circles on her back and shoulder. She knew it was Jon’s hand without having to look, and she sighed and let her body slacken into his arms. Her head drooped onto his chest, and her tears poured over her cheeks and soaked freely into his gray T-shirt as he settled them both back against the wall.

Eventually Sansa heard Jon murmuring something above her head. He murmured it a few more times before she reluctantly raised her head from his chest. She had to blink at him a few more times before she realized that he was asking her if she felt her stomach was empty. He nodded, gently settled her against the wall, and disappeared from her field of vision. A few moments later he returned with a glass of water. Her hands were shaking again, so he held the glass as she drank from it.

“Thanks,” she whispered at length, and Jon set the glass down.

“Are you OK to clean up?” he asked. “I can get your mom or Arya or Jeyne to help you if you need it.”

Sansa shook her head. “No,” she rasped. “I can do it. I don’t need to bother them. I’m not even telling them about – all this – till after the reception. As far as they’ll know, he’s had a family emergency.”

Jon reached back to scratch his neck. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said. “I supposed there’ll have to be two family emergencies, or she’s really sick.”

Sansa shook her head. “People will want the doctor then,” she said, and Jon nodded.

“Right,” he said. “Do you want me to bring your bag, or anything out of it? Do you want more water?”

After another glass of water, Jon helped Sansa to her feet. She was still trembling, but at least her stomach had calmed, and she forced herself to shower and change. By the time Jon had gotten his own shower, her eyelids and his were beginning to droop, so Sansa made coffee for them, and they spent the next couple of hours reading, or at least pretending to, side by side on the couch, until it was time for Sansa to leave for the family photo shoot.

“Try and get a nap, all right?” she murmured as she grabbed her purse and the shoulder bag carrying her bridesmaid regalia. “You’ll have it to yourself now.”

Jon nodded but said nothing. Sansa shuffled her weight between feet for a few moments before she reached out to settle one hand lightly on his crossed arms.

“Thanks,” she said. “You didn’t have to let me get in your way like that. And make a mess of your bathroom.”

Jon only stared down at her hand. His gaze had turned numb, and she thought for a moment that he might cry; but finally he looked back up at her.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. Sansa’s thumb stroked reflexively across his arm before she turned and headed out the door.

The next several hours passed in a blur; but somehow Sansa managed to smile and nod and make Harry’s excuses to anyone who asked. Arya gave her a suspicious look but said nothing; and that was closest anyone came to discovering the previous night’s events. Sansa even managed to shoot off two text messages to Jon to ask if she should save part of the family’s early dinner for him. He did not want any; but he did catch up to her not long before the ceremony began and pressed his handkerchief wordlessly into her hand.

The sun set in a fiery sea of orange and crimson as a fine summer evening set in. Its golden light reflected off the clouds and into the grand atrium of the Wisconsin Museum of History, where Bran Stark married Meera Reed in front of 90 guests arrayed on elegant wooden chairs. Tears streamed down Sansa’s cheeks throughout the entire ceremony, and as soon as she left the atrium behind the departing bride and groom, she pulled Jon’s handkerchief out of her purse. She put it to excellent use throughout the reception, and when she could manage to see out of both eyes she kept on the lookout for Jon. He had made himself scarce at one of the back tables, and although he clapped and raised his glass on cue during the toasts, he stared grimly at his glass the rest of the time. Sansa wanted more than anything to hide at the table with him and rest her hand on his arm again to ease the tension; but the dejected slump of his shoulders told her that neither words nor deeds would do him any good at the moment.

Soon enough the dancing began. Sansa pulled out Jon’s handkerchief for at least the dozenth time as the Meera caught her groom’s hands and swayed around his wheelchair to the sound of Elvis Presley crooning “Can’t Help Falling In Love.” She forced herself through the motions of a few dances with one or two of the groomsmen once everyone had been invited onto the dance floor, but exhaustion quickly set in, and she retired to the head table after the fifth or sixth song.

“Earth to Sansa! Hello!” Arya’s fingers snapped in front of her sister’s face, and Sansa jumped in her seat.

“All right. What’s going on?” Arya crossed her arms and shot Sansa the glare that pinned most people straight to their seats. Sansa was not most people; but she was far too exhausted and felt far too much like crying again to spar with her sister.

“I’m fine, Arya,” she said. Arya merely raised an eyebrow.

“Even you usually lie better than that,” she replied. “What’s really going on with Harry? He doesn’t have a family emergency, does he?”

Sansa shook her head. “We can talk about it later, Arya,” she said wearily. “I don’t want to upset Bran and Meera.”

“Over what?” Arya’s voice got sharper, and Sansa sighed.

“I said, we’ll talk about it later,” she answered. “Now is not the time.”

“Wait, did he – did that bastard break up with you?” Arya’s voice had gone from high to shrill, and a few heads from the front tables turned in their direction.

“No,” Sansa replied, lowering her voice. “Well, technically, no, but – it doesn’t matter, Arya.”

Arya’s gray eyes went wide, and Sansa could almost see the smoke pouring out of her ears.

“Did he – what did he – what did he do to you?” she demanded, and Sansa was only spared further wrath because Gendry walked up behind his wife and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Hon,” he said kissing her head, “you OK?” He shot her a meaningful look. “Not making the little bean jump in there too much?” He patted her on the belly, and Sansa’s eyes widened in shock. When Arya turned to mock-growl at her husband, she stood up and bolted out of the room.

How Sansa found the bathroom with the tears blurring her vision so badly she could not see straight, she never knew, although it did not do her much good. No sooner had she shoved open the door than she heard the sound of giggles bouncing off the walls. Two of the wedding guests were playfully arguing over which groomsman was hottest, and Sansa’s tears flowed harder, and she left the room as quickly as she had entered it. She turned down the first hallway she could find, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw someone huddled against the wall. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, but even if she had not, she would have known the familiar broad shoulders anywhere. Their owner was shaking noiselessly, and he rocked back and forth with his head slumped forward onto his knees.

Sansa stopped in her tracks. She swept across the hall, sank to Jon’s side, and embraced him. She nestled her head into his shoulder, splayed one hand across his back, and reached up with the other to stroke his dark curls. Jon continued to shudder, and within a few minutes Sansa felt rivulets of water streaking across her temple and smelled the salt of tears mingling with Jon’s usual scent of pine and earth and hazel. She traced her right thumb in a continuous circle over Jon’s neck. At length she heard somebody humming a low, lilting tune, and she almost jumped back in shock when she realized the sound was emanating from her own throat. Both Harry and her employers had frowned on her humming, and that combined with the stresses of her classes had made it a rarer and rarer occurrence. But now her voice vibrated in tandem with Jon’s deep breaths, which were slowly evening out; and at length she reached away from him to grab her purse from where she had dropped it heedlessly on the floor. She retrieved the handkerchief he had lent her and held it out to him.

“It’s still a bit wet,” she said apologetically, but Jon paid her no mind. He blew into it noisily several times before using the corners to wipe his eyes. When he was finished, he held it out to her; but Sansa closed his hand around it and propped her knees up alongside his. She rested her chin onto her knees and bent her head to look into his eyes. They were bleak and bloodshot; but she reached up unheeding and rubbed her thumb along his arm. He stared at it blankly for a few minutes before glancing up at her.

“Not too cold, then?” he asked. Sansa’s hand stopped still on his arm for a moment, and she narrowed her eyes, but only a little.

“What did you call what they said about me – filth?” she asked. “Allow me to call it utter fucking bullshit, Jon Snow. You’re the least cold person I know.”

Jon blinked, and two more tears rolled down his cheeks; but he did not look away. “Boring, then,” he said. “When one person says it, it’s them; but if two who knew you like that say it…” He shrugged, and his shoulders slumped again.

“Then in that case, boring is the best thing there is,” replied Sansa. Jon’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch, and she raised her hand to his shoulder. “And if you’re boring, then fuck the exciting people. Exciting to them means not having a fucking heart. And you have the best heart I’ve ever seen.” Her voice trembled, and she swallowed to combat the lump that had arisen in her throat. “So ‘boring’ really means kind and smart and generous and liking really great books, and letting people throw up on you and cry on you and not complaining, and forgiving people left and right, and – and being the best person in the world.” The lump rose again, and she swallowed it again. “So fuck them. ‘Boring’ is the best thing people like that could possibly say about somebody so much more wonderful.”

The tears began rolling down her cheeks, and she leaned her forehead onto Jon’s shoulder. In a moment his arms were around her, and his thumbs were wiping the tears off her cheeks. When she looked up at him, he leaned forward, and she closed his eyes as she felt his lips press a warm kiss to her forehead. When he drew back, he opened his arms, and Sansa curled up in them gladly, nestled her head back into his shoulder, and closed her eyes. She cared not if she missed the rest of the dances. The rest of the family – and the rest of her life – could wait a little longer.

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ROBE DE MARIÉE RALPH LAUREN DE PRIYANKA CHOPRA La robe de mariée et le voile Ralph Lauren de Priyanka est l'un des meilleurs looks de mariée de 2018. Son voile de 75 pieds, associé à sa robe de mariée intemporelle, donne un look dont on parlera toujours. Il était important pour le couple de célébrer les deux aspects de leur culture et de leur patrimoine. Pour la cérémonie chrétienne belle robe longue pas cher, Ralph Lauren a décrit sa robe comme une robe bustier en forme de colonne ornée de paillettes robe de mariage toulouse, associée à un col montant brodé à la main et terminé avec des boutons en satin de soie. ROBE DE MARIÉE SABYASACHI DE PRIYANKA CHOPRA La deuxième robe de mariée de Priyanka est un autre moment de mariée emblématique de 2018. Priyanka portait une robe lehenga rouge cramoisie personnalisée par le grand designer indien Sabyasachi. Son lehenga est d'un rouge étincelant avec des fleurs d'organza coupées à la main, des nœuds français et des cristaux rouge Siam. Sa robe a pris plus de 3 720 heures à fabriquer. "J'ai toujours su que je voulais une silhouette traditionnelle rouge pour mon mariage, mais Sabya a apporté une incroyable broderie française au mélange et avec des bijoux incroyables et un voile d'inspiration occidentale, c'était une telle fusion de qui je suis", a déclaré Chopra à People. Chopra a complété son look traditionnel avec des bijoux traditionnels moghols. Ses bijoux du jour de son mariage se composaient de diamants, d'émeraudes et de perles sertis en or 22 carats par Chopard. Elle portait également un collier serti de 84,50 carats de diamants en forme de poire en or blanc 18 carats et de boucles d'oreilles en diamant de 6,07 carats en forme de poire.

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#Couplegoals – Here’s How Priyanka And Nick Stole The Show At The Golden Globes 2020

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The Golden Globes was held at The Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, California on 5th January 2020. It was hosted by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association and saw a range of fashion trends on the red carpet this year. The Golden Globe last year followed a dress code of all black in solidarity with the Time’s Up movement which was an initiative taken to combat harassment by women in the entertainment industry to women everywhere. In 2019, the dress code brought back the shades of the rainbow at the Golden Globe.

This year, the Golden Globe 2020 did not have a specific dress code but saw the most alluring gowns, flattering hemlines, and embroidered haute couture. After last year’s trends, several stars opted to wear a statement necklace piece to complement their face. Among them was Priyanka Chopra who wore a statement-making diamond necklace. Needless to say, the actress and her husband Nick Jonas looked a million bucks on the red carpet and we cannot get enough of their looks as well as their lovey-dovey chemistry! Read on to know more.

Struck With Love And Style

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Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jones made a strong bid for the best-dressed couple of the event. While Priyanka wore a pretty pink gown, Nick looked suave in his suit. They walked hand in hand and stole our hearts proving that the couple won the People’s Choice Best Dressed Couple in 2019 for a good reason. Her stunning off-shoulder Cristina Ottaviano gown had a classic style with cascading vintage waves on one side and a body-fitting mermaid cut. She carried an embellished nude colored clutch by Jimmy Choo. She accessorized her gorgeous bustier gown along with a Bvlgari diamond necklace and simple studs. This entire ensemble leaves us to marvel at her beauty.

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Nick Jonas, singer and actor, wore a black Prada tux and arrived with her looking dapper. The dazzling couple saw eyes and heads turn at the 77th Golden Globe.

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It was the first Globes they attended as husband and wife. They were both presenters for the award Best TV Series, Musical and Comedy. They made the most of their night and took to Instagram to share their love. Priyanka Chopra Jonas and Nick Jonas posted pictures of the event on Instagram. Priyanka Chopra also shared Instagram stories of some behind the scenes hair and make-up routines for her fans.

Other Red Carpet Duos

The event saw many hot couples who rocked the red carpet. Jennifer Lopez looked glamorous in a green and golden bowed gown. She looked like a beautifully wrapped gift in the arms of her fiancé Alex Rodriguez. Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson attended the event with their children. Lisa Bonet flaunted a floral Fendi gown and was complemented by her husband Jason Momoa’s tank top and Tom Ford velvet blazer. Rachel Bilson and Bill Hader debuted on the red carpet together for the Golden Globe 2020. They added fuel to their romance fire when they arrived together with Bill Hader’s hand wrapped around Rachel Bilson. They were rumored to be dating in 2019 but their reps did not comment about it.

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Another couple who looked adorable on the red carpet was Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi. The couple looked sophisticated in their Celine suits and together celebrated Ellen’s Carol Burnett Award. The Joker, actor Joaquin Phoenix swept away the Golden Globe award for Best Actor and his fiancé Rooney Mara swept us away with her spectacular lacy Givenchy dress. GoT star Rose Leslie was seen wearing an embellished sheer green gown by Ellie Saab. She walked in with her husband and co-star Kit Harrington looking very much in love. Scarlett Johansson looked bold and beautiful in her plunging red gown by Vera Wang and walked the red carpet with her fiancé Colin Jost.

Speaking of red gowns, a Versace original was worn with pompous by Nicole Kidman who was accompanied by Keith Urban, her husband and a musician. The voluptuous Sofia Vergara looked stunning in her beautiful Dolce & Gabbana dress. She accompanied the handsome Joe Manganiello who carried a mysterious smolder on the red carpet (heart eyes). The Bohemian Rhapsody star Rami Malek showed up with his girlfriend Lucy Boynton who wore a metallic Louis Vitton dress, looking cute together.

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Many stars looked mesmerizing on the red carpet that is worth mentioning. Gleaming in a yellow Fendi jumpsuit, Zoey Deutch paired her necklace of more than 100 carats of Harry Winston diamonds and sapphires. Another striking appearance was the British actress Cynthia Erivo who wore a Thom Browne tuxedo dress. Her shoulder gown sparkled with sequins and black crystals and pearl embroidery. Her stylist said it took about 800 hours to create this spectacular gown. She paired this with a Bulgari necklace worth $3 million. A mention of Iris Van Herpen’s unique design that hypnotized the crowd is worth pointing out. It was worn by Joey King and was inspired by patterns found in nature.

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All these beautiful attires inspire the world of fashion. With everything that has been said about the event, the couple that took the cake was Priyanka Chopra Jonas and Nick Jonas. They were seen dancing and being very much in love during the event that made everyone’s heart melt. We cannot wait to see what the next event has in store for us. We are stoked, are you? Let us know in the comments below.

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Nato nel 2005 a Brooklyn da un’idea di Matthew Morgan, il festival Afropunk è divenuto in breve tempo un punto di riferimento per la cultura nera alternativa. Un secondo festival ad Atlanta, un terzo a Johannesburg in Sud Africa e, da cinque ann, un quarto appuntamento a Paris, si sono aggiunti all’edizione new yorkese con il duplice scopo di far conoscere a un pubblico sempre più vasto il meglio della musica soul, jazz, hip hop e r’n’b più recente e nello stesso tempo con l’intento di coinvolgere le singole comunità locali nella diffusione dei valori e della creatività dell’universo afro, sparpagliato in una diaspora planetaria.

L’edizione 2019 poteva vantare un cartellone di stelle di prima grandezza, con all’attivo album fra i migliori pubblicati in questo primo scorcio di anno. La presenza di Janelle Monae, Lizzo, Solange, Little Simz come headliners ci ha convinto a essere presenti almeno ad una delle due giornate del festival, trasferitosi quest’anno a Boulogne Billancourt, sul sito della Seine Musicale.

La giornata di sabato 13 luglio – alla quale non abbiamo purtroppo avuto modo di partecipare- predeva in lineup, fra gli altri, la nigeriana Tiwa Savage, il duo francese Ibeyi e la meravigliosa Janelle Monae, protagonista di una performarce acclamatissima, se dobbiamo dare credito al racconto entusiasta dei presenti.

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I went there for her, and i was served 🌹. @janellemonae I love you… #Bestbdgift #afropunkparis2019 #Afropunk #afropunkparis have I the right to say "merci petite " ? Le sang 💉 #janellemonae #iamattached

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Archiviata purtroppo la prima giornata, veniamo al racconto di domenica.

Giunti alla Seine Musicale verso le 16, siamo stati immediatamente accolti da una moltitudine bella, allegra e colorata. Clima rilassato e sereno per un evento di cui la musica è indubbiamente stata la protagonista assoluta fuori e dentro la sala.

Primo concerto in programma, previsto sul palco blu (il grande palco è diviso in due settori, uno rosso e uno blu, sui quali si alternano i musicisti, ndr), è quello di Little Simz, attrice e rapper britannica di origine nigeriana, con all’attivo tre album in studio, di cui l’ultimo in ordine di tempo, Grey Area, rientra facilmente nella lista del nostro best of del 2019.

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Vestita sobriamente con una tuta nera e una t-shirt bianca e con i capelli raccolti in una chignon rasta, la giovane britannica propone una setlist in cui il più recente lavoro fa la parte del leone ed è presente con pressochè tutte le tracce più note: Venom, Boss, Flowers, fino all’apoteosi, sulle note della bella Selfish, brano intonato a memoria da tutta la sala. Ma c’è spazio anche per God Bless Mary, traccia presente su A Curious Tale of Trials + Persons, sentito omaggio alla vicina di casa della simpatica rapper, prezioso sostegno dei tempi più bui.

Un veloce cambio di scena, scandito da graditissimi dj set che trasformano puntualmente il parterre in una pista da ballo (dj set che prevedono successi hip hop o r’n’b dagli anni 90 a nostri giorni) ed ecco che Maleek Berry guadagna il palco rosso. Come Little Simz artista inglese di origine nigeriana, Maleek, ci propone un set vivace e coloratissimo, dalle venature afropop mescolate a nuances di volta in volta rap o r’n’b. Fra i pezzi più apprezzati Flashy e Kontrol, con le loro cadenze ironiche e sensuali.

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Un brevissimo intermezzo musicale ed è ecco che viene il momento della bella IAM DDB acronimo dietro il quale si cela Diana De Brito, rapper britannica di stanza a Manchester, la regina indiscussa del nuovo urban jazz targato uk. Magnifica, vestita con pantaloni e top color pesca a far risaltare la pelle color avorio, Diana conquista il pubblico con alcuni dei pezzi più amati del suo repertorio recente e recentissimo. Fra questi, tracce estratte dal suo penultimo lavoro Flightmode Vol. 4 come XoX o Moonlight e brani della sua più recente fatica Swervvvvv.5 (fra tutte ovviamente la programmatica Urban Jazz) ma non puo’ certo mancare Hoodrich Vol. 3 con il classico Shade.

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Sono circa le 19 30 quando fa il suo ingresso in scena, accolta da una vera e propria ovazione, Lizzo.

Bustier corto blu petrolio e coda di cavallo, Lizzo è coadiuvata sul palco da 4 ballerine/coriste. La setlist è ricchissima e prevede un po’ tutti i pezzi più consciuti del suo Cuz I Love You album campione di incassi che l’ha resa una star di prima grandezza nel panorama musicale contemporaneo.

Ed è proprio la title track ad aprire le danze. Fra i momenti più spettacolari segnaliamo Boys, Phone, Soulmate, Truth Hurts e Good as Hell, per chiudere in bellezza sulle note di Juice.

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Dopo l’apoteosi Lizzo, decidiamo di visitare gli stand per goderci un poco l’atmosfera del festival. Ci giungono quindi solo a intermittenza gli echi delle esibizioni di Masego e Raphael Saadiq, nomi più o meno noti della scena nu soul; quest’ultimo è noto soprattutto per la sua attività di produttore di artisti prestigiosissimi (Solange, Stevie Wonder e TLC, fra tutti).

La giornata volge al termine, ma resta ancora il numero di centro ovvero Solange Knowles, sorella minore di Beyoncé. Reduce della pubblicazione di When I Get Home, album acclamato da critica e pubblico, è senz’altro l’artista più attesa della kermesse. Vestita di nero, i capelli lunghi lasciati morbidi sulle spalle, Solange è accompagnata in scena dalla band e dalle immancabili coriste.

Spettacolo sobrio e minimalista ma curatissimo, quello della più giovane delle sorelle Knowles prevede l’esecuzione di molte delle nuove canzoni e solo qualche successo del precedente disco, fra cui ovviamente Fabu e Cranes in The Sky. Fra i pezzi più emozionanti Down with The Clique, Almeda e la bellissima Stay Flo. C’è spazio anche per una breve sosta di Solange che si spinge fino alla transenna a salutare i fan delle prime file, felici dell’incontro ravvicinato, a suggello di un festival da ricordare tanto per la qualità della musica offerta che per l’atmosfera estremamente gradevole che non è mai venuta meno.

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Last night, Solange gave us the perfect end to Afropunk Paris 2019 🖤🖤🖤 This song. Those words. That voice. Smiled and sang our hearts out all the way through her beautiful headline set 🙌🏾 Here's to our front row gang, @drparsons_livefree 😉 #solange #solangeknowles #blackgirlmagic #afropunkparis #afropunkparis2019 #afropunk #paris #laseinemusicale #cranesinthesky #aseatatthetable #music #thisshitisforus #fubu

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Prossima tappa di Afropunk : fine agosto a Brooklyn.

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Musica e cultura africana in scena alla Seine Musicale, per la quinta edizione parigina di Afropunk. Stelle della scena musicale rap, soul, jazz, e r'n'b si sono dati appuntamento nella capitale francese, per quello che è divenuto un evento imprescindibile dell'estate musicale. Nato nel 2005 a Brooklyn da un'idea di Matthew Morgan, il festival Afropunk è divenuto in breve tempo un punto di riferimento per la cultura nera alternativa.

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Once Upon a Time Fanfiction: (Part 3 of “My What?!”) “Captain Swan” {L}

Short recap of the last 2 parts: Sex, gun, pregnancy, birth, proposal and overall, happiness.

Synopsis of this part... to put it crudely: It’s about damn time.

***(Location: Captain Swan household)

“Oh no. You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding starts. It’s a superstition that even I agree with.” Regina said to Killian. He was all dressed up in his pure black tux with the one pink flower, from Camelot, in his pocket. His tie was a really dark navy blue. His guyliner was perfect. Belle had done it earlier that morning.

“I forgot something. I’ll be in and out before you can say Jolly Roger.” Killian said.

“What is it? I’ll get it.” Regina crossed her arms.

“I need my handkerchief.” He was going to try to walk past her. He heard a poof. There it was. The dark green handkerchief that he needed. It was in his pocket, already, folded like the other groomsmen’s. It was so that it would look like the flower’s leaves.

“Now get out of here before you accidentally see her.” Regina grabbed him by the shoulders, gave him a turn and a slight push, then headed into the house.

“What was that?” Emma asked. Regina had been standing outside all day and had only come in to grab a drink. She looked Emma up and down and stopped in her tracks. “What?”

“I didn’t think that dress would work, but you look amazing.” Regina said as she looked her friend up and down. Her wedding dress was magnificent. It had a red leather bustier, with a ball gown-style bottom that was pure white. Her train was long but not too long. Her veil was an intricate and beautiful white lace. Her shoes were pure white heels with two light green leaf jewels on the back of each shoe with a single jeweled red rose in the middle. Her makeup had never looked that good in her life. It was nude with a crimson lip. She didn’t want too much makeup on, though, because she wanted it to symbolize being completely open to Killian. No “masks” on.

“Thank you.” Emma said. “But what was that outside?”

“Hook came over to get his handkerchief. He’s left, now, so you don’t have to worry about him seeing you.” Regina said. She sat down with the glass of green tea she had just gotten. Zelena’s been shoving it down her throat and she’s actually starting to like it.

“Alright. Everything’s ready to go.” Belle said, walking around Emma. Snow walked down the stairs, right after Belle finished her sentence, carrying Laurel and took one look at her daughter before the tears started to flow.

“You going to be okay, mom?” Emma asked. She tilted her head with the softest smile.

“Yeah. I think so.” Snow replied. Emma nodded and did her magical hand gesture and everyone was poofed from where they stood, to the inside of the boat shed. That was where the other bridesmaids were getting ready. It was decorated, though, to look like a salon.

***(Location: The Docks)(The Jolly Roger is there)

The altar was right in front of the best view of the horizon on the docks. It was two, twenty foot tall, artificial trees. Their plastic leaves looked almost overgrown, but they were still perfect. Both had small branches “growing” out in the other’s direction, at 10 feet. A beautiful pearly satin was laid on top of both of the branches and flowed down all the way until it barely touched the ground. To the right was a newly cleaned and painted Jolly Roger, whose shadow was cast nearly onto the seating. Regina had cleared up the weather for the perfect day. It was sunny, but it wasn’t too bright. There were clouds placed just right. It was a cool, yet warm day. Every single thing was perfect. Magic can really do that for a wedding.

Killian and the groomsmen were already at the altar, rearing and ready to go. All except for David. He was the best man. The bromance was strong with those two. The groomsmen included; Henry, David, Hook’s kid brother, Liam, August and in spirit, Robin. Their tuxes were as black as Killian’s, with white button-up shirts and navy blue ties. They all had the same flower from Camelot and dark green handkerchiefs.

The bridesmaids were; Belle, Regina being the maid of honor, Mary Margaret, Granny who was holding Laurel, Ruby and Ariel. They all wore red heart line strapless dresses made of chiffon. The bustiers of their dresses were also red leather. Laurel was wrapped in a white blanket with red stitching on the outsides and her name sewn in, in black.

In the chairs, literally sat almost every single person that’s ever step foot in Storybrooke. Jefferson was even there. He and Emma had made amends after she admitted to him that magic was real and he apologized for drugging her and holding her and Snow hostage. His daughter was there, as well. All of the dwarves were there, from Grumpy to Doc to Dopey. Killian looked down the aisle. The music had started. It was the classic “Here Comes The Bride” played on the violin and harp.

Emma and David walked out to the head of the beautiful red carpet that was laid on the concrete. Killian’s eyes watered and began overflowing with tears. Thank God the guyliner Belle used was waterproof. He bent down and put his hand and hook on his knees, then stood up quickly and threw his head back. The tears were like the Mississippi River in high tide. He wiped them away with his hand and his hook and stood back upright and looked to his beautiful bride. Emma had a smile from ear to ear while her tears flowed, as well. Her eyeliner was also waterproof. She finally reached the altar, standing next to Archie and Killian. David stepped to the side, right behind Hook. She looked over her husband-to-be’s shoulder and saw her father crying. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Before this ceremony begins, Emma made it clear that she had something that she needed Killian to know before anything got started.” Archie said.

“What is it, love?” He was getting nervous but he kept as cool as he could.

“These people. They’re not just here for me. I want you to know that. Every single person is here for you, too.” Emma said. She smiled and they looked out into the crowd. Hook’s eyes started to water again.

“Yeah!” The wedding attendants yelled. “We love you, Killian!”

“Bloody Hell.” He said, voice shaking. This was the first time he truly saw it. He was loved. Not just by Emma. But everyone else that was there, that day. He finally had what Nemo had tried to give him all of those centuries ago. A family.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” Emma laughed. Killian looked back to her and she wiped the tears from his face, gently.

“We gather here today to make two people, one. Emma Swan and Killian Jones. We celebrate the love of two heroes. A woman who’s saved the town a million times over, and a pirate who didn’t give up on pursuing the woman he loved. He’s also saved the town a bunch of times let’s not even pretend to forget that.” Archie began. There were smiles all around. Tears, too. “We shall begin the ceremony. Do either of you have anything to add before we do?” He looked to the beautiful bride and the groom.

“No.” Emma said, smiling. She looked back to Killian.

“Not that I know of.” He said. Everybody laughed. He did the puppy dog head tilt. He didn’t know why they were laughing but ultimately just accepted it. Archie nodded and began the beautiful bonding of the two.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. I require and charge you both, as you will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts will be disclosed, that if anyone knows any impediment, why these two may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Everyone looked around. No one said a thing.

“Killian Jones, do you take Emma Swan, as your wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honour her, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Archie continued.

“I do.” Killian said. His eyes started to water, again, but he managed to hold it in and blink them away.

“Emma Swan, do you take, Killian Jones, to be your wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour him, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“Aye.” Emma said. “I do.” Killian let out a small laugh. The rest of the crowd laughed through their tissues. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house! Or dock…

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” Archie asked. David stepped forward from his previous stance.

“I, Killian Jones, take thee, Emma Swan, as my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.” Killian said to Archie. David walked around and gave Killian the ring. It was silver with a round, 6.5 carat diamond. He had much larger diamonds but he knew it would be too bulky and uncomfortable. Regardless, everything he had was hers, in his eyes, already. This marriage was only going to make that official. Killian took Emma’s left hand and placed it onto her ring finger.

“Who gives this man to be married to this woman?” Archie asked. Killian’s kid brother, Liam, made his way to Emma with his big brother’s band. It was pure silver, as well, with an intricate pattern carved into it with a fleur de lis that would show from the top view of his hand.

“I Emma Swan, take thee, Killian Jones, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.” She looked back to Killian. She took his right hand and placed the ring on his ring finger. The two smiled at each other.

“By the authority invested in me by the town of Storybrooke, and the internet, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Archie took a large step back, sensing something amazing was about to happen. He was right. Emma leaped into Killian’s arms, and he swung her around until she was bent over backwards, with their lips pressed together firmly. When they finished the kiss and were upright again, they ran down the aisle while everyone in the crowd was throwing pink rose petals everywhere. Everyone cheered for Captain Swan!

“She had better be in good hook!” David yelled. Everyone laughed. Even Killian.

And they lived happily...ever...after…

...fighting bad guys together. Like a real, badass couple does.

The. End.

(This was the final part to my CS fic and I’m proud. I hope you love it as much as I do, if not, more!)

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