A/N: So this is my newest project: various drabbles and one- or two-shots that I'll write and post as the muse allows. I'm dedicating this to la-ilustrada on Tumblr, as an extremely, pathetically belated CS Secret Shipmates gift. Hope you enjoy!
Killian's eyebrows shoot up when Emma opens her door and lets him finally see what she's wearing. "Bloody hell, lass. You look..." He doesn't even make an attempt to hide the fact that he's appreciating the view until a certain prince socks him in the arm.
"That's my daughter you're talking about, mate. Watch your ass," David says with a glare in Killian's direction, though they both know by now that he's only halfway serious. He glances Emma's outfit over and nods, smiling and clearly proud of her.
Emma doesn't appear to be moved by the compliments at first, but has to look away, pretending to search for something in an attempt to hide the tell-tale blush she's sure has appeared by now. If Killian or David notice it, however, they thankfully keep their mouths shut.
David clears his throat after a few moments. "Now, we've been over all this. All you two have to do is play your parts, and we're good."
"Aye, aye, mate," Killian replies with his usual cheeky grin and holds his arm out to Emma. "M'lady?"
She takes a deep breath, nods, and links their arms. "What the hell," she mumbles. "Let's go crash a wedding."