Title: The Wedding of a Sheriff Princess (Part One of Three)

Author: Pinkcat4569

Rating: G/K

Pairing: Emma/Hook (Killian), Charming, Snow White

Description: Fluff. A brief look into the wedding and preparations of Emma Swan, beloved sheriff of Storybrooke and Princess of the Enchanted Forest, and Killian Jones, aka Captain Hook. Light-hearted, romantic one-shot. Set sometime in the future, after Season 3.

Spoilers: References to season three finale especially.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT or the characters. I only write for fun. The dresses here were made up by me, any similarities to actual gowns are coincidence.

Author's Notes: This was inspired by wedding shows I watch. I was also thinking of the two aspects of Emma's character: the no-nonsense attitude and the willingness to accept the fairy tale world. Also, she seemed to enjoy herself at the ball in the season 3 finale. I thought maybe she'd be torn between her sheriff self and her princess self.

Also: I in no way mean to say that Emma is being pushed into anything by Mary-Margaret. MM only wants her to be happy. Please don't read any mom-daughter issues into this. (There sure are a lot of them in my wedding shows though!)

3109 Words, in three parts. 853 Words this chapter

The Wedding of a Sheriff Princess, Part One

"I can't believe I'm standing in a bridal store," said Emma Swan. "I'm really getting married."

Mary-Margaret laughed. "Yes, you are."

They looked through the racks of gowns. Mary-Margaret was enthusiastic, Emma a bit less so.

"There's too many," whined the sheriff of Storybrooke.

Suddenly her mother exclaimed, "Ooh, Emma, I found it!"

Emma found her holding the biggest bridal gown she'd ever seen. "Wow. That's a lot of dress."

Her mother beamed. "It's a princess gown. It's perfect."

Emma looked at it. "It has so many ruffles and jewels, and...what's that thing coming out of the butt?"

Mary-Margaret rolled her eyes. "That's the bustle, honey."

"Um...I'm not sure I can wear that."

"Don't be silly, of course you can. You'll look lovely." She dragged the bride-to-be to the fitting room. Two assistants and her mother had to help her into the extravagant gown.

Emma stood, her face masking the pain as they jostled, poked, tied, and fitted it on her. "Wow," she said finally as she stood in front of the mirror. "It's gorgeous," she whispered.

She stood in a voluminous cream gown, with puffy half sleeves, gold embroidery on the bodice, and tiny white roses and jewels covering the top of the bust. It was very low-cut, almost blush worthy.

The rest of the gown also had roses and jewels, and continued with the gold embroidery. Plus the dress had tiers, layers of the dress cascading down in different sections, separated by bows and ruffles. The bustle stuck out way behind, well, her behind and a five foot train cascaded out.

"You're gorgeous, honey."

"It's amazing," she said, turning from one side to the other. "It's just so huge."

Mary-Margaret smiled as brightly as the sun. She clapped her hands together in glee. "Yes, I know. I love it. Do you?"

Emma nodded. "It's an amazing dress. I guess I can pull off big poofy dresses."

"What do you think Killian will say?"

Emma smiled widely. "That I cut quite the figure," she said, remembering the ball gown in the Enchanted Forest. "He'll like the cleavage, that's for sure."

Mary-Margaret laughed. "All men do."

Emma stood looking at herself. "I guess this is it."

That's when her mother frowned. "You guess? Honey, are you sure?"

"Well, you like it," she said.

Her mother shook her head. "Yes, I do, but honey, it's your dress."

"I know. I like it. It's the one."

Her mother looked at her. Emma wasn't gushing, like Mary-Margaret expected that she would. She didn't seem in love. "Are you choosing it for me?"

Emma looked at her. "I want you to like my dress."

"But Emma..."

"I'm not really a frilly gown girl, Mom. I'm not into all the pomp and grandeur. I know you and Dad like all that stuff. Me, I'd be fine just signing the papers at City Hall."

Mary-Margaret crossed her arms and scoffed. "Uh, no."

Emma smiled. "Yeah, exactly. So I'm fine doing the big princess wedding. Yeah, it's for you, but it's a little for me. I am...a princess." She made a slight face at the word.

Mary-Margaret smiled widely and hugged her. "Yes, you are. I love you sweetheart."

"Me too, Mom."

After she was measured and the order was put in, Emma wandered around the store while Mary-Margaret looked for a mother-of-the bride/bridesmaid dress.

Hanging next to the display window was a simple, classic gown. Immediately it called to her. Unlike the dress she chose, it didn't have tiers, a train, ruffles or a bustle. It had no jewels, no embroidery. All it had was a simple gold trim running along the thick straps and into the deep v-neck.

The dress was crisp, solid white. The material was comfortable, pretty, but not shiny. It clung to the hips then jetted out slightly in the skirt. It was direct, strong, but elegant.

It was Emma.

She couldn't take her eyes off it. In fact, she was still staring at it when her mother joined her. Mary-Margaret saw the look in Emma's eyes.

"Try it on."

"What? I have a dress."

"Doesn't matter. You like it. I can tell. Try it on."

"Mom, that's silly."

"No," said her mother, taking the dress and her hand. "Come on."

Emma stood in front of the mirror again. She was speechless. She couldn't stop looking at her image. She smiled ever so slightly and her eyes danced.

"You look beautiful."

"I guess."

"Do you like it?" asked her mother.

Emma nodded quickly.

"More than the other?"

Emma said nothing.

"Emma?"

"The other goes better with the whole huge, princess wedding theme."

"True, but this one is more you."

"No, the other one..."

"Emma, don't get the one you think I want you to get."

Emma started taking off the dress off. "We'll get the other dress."

She dressed quickly and left the store, leaving her mother very confused.

End of Part One