Well I've seen you in jeans with no make-up on

And I've stood there in awe as your date for the prom

I'm blessed as a man to have seen you in white

But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight

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Killian stood on the deck of the Jolly Roger, trying to control his breathing and get his nerve under control. He could hear a ringing in his ears as his head pounded, and he shifted from foot to foot fidgeting.

Henry put a hand on his arm and gave a little reassuring squeeze, a small nod and a smile once Killian looked up into the young boy's big brown eyes. A shaky smile of his own forming on his lips as he waited anxiously for Emma to show up.

Today was the day. The big day that the townspeople of Storybrooke had been holding out for since forever it seems. People had placed bets apparently on when the Sheriff and the Captain would finally tie the knot, and Henry of course had bet correctly, winning money from both Granny, Snow, David and Leroy who coincidentally was very grumpy about that.

A soft melody began to play then, jolting Killian out of his thoughts. He turned to watch as both Snow and Regina walked one behind the other, in beautiful dresses and holding a single pink middle-mist flower each, by Henry's request, ever the little romantic he is.

Both women nodded and smiled at Killian, before taking their places next to the improvised altar.

An audible intake of breath was all Killian heard next, right before his eyes landed on the woman who quite literally made all his dreams come true with a single smile. The same smile she was unable to keep off her face as her eyes found his at the exact same moment.

The music faded into the void, as did the guests who were present on his ship for this occasion. He could just about make out that David was escorting Emma across the gangplank and towards him, but his sole focus was on Emma.

Killian usually considered himself quite an articulate man, however he was at a complete loss for words as she impatiently took each measured step closer to him.

The gown she wore was strikingly similar to that of the one she wore to the Camelot ball, and the look of both total nerves and complete and utter joy was the exact same he was feeling in that moment too, and that knowledge settled the butterflies in his stomach a little more.

Emma has always been beautiful to him, in fact he can't ever think of a time when she wasn't downright bloody gorgeous. Flashes of Emma crossed through his mind in that moment, of climbing the beanstalk with her, falling through portals with her, fighting the darkness with her and even the most mundane of activities, like when she's taking hold of the wheel on the Jolly Roger on their day trips out of the harbour and the wind's blowing in her hair, and her jean shorts letting the sun colour her, or when she makes Henry pancakes for breakfast and she's still in her pyjamas, wearing her fluffy duck slippers to keep her feet from getting cold, or when she's still asleep with no make-up on and her hair is splayed out across both his pillow and hers, her lips parted ever so slightly and the suns rays shine through the window just enough to highlight the faint freckles she has across her nose.

Emma reaches him then and David shakes his hand before replacing his with Emma's. He kisses his daughter on her forehead, pats his friend on the back, then moves to stand to the side as the 2nd Best Man.

All thoughts left Killian's head and his knees gave in at the smile Emma beamed up at him, causing the guests aboard the ship for the ceremony to laugh quite a bit, and Emma to flush bright scarlet and giggle just a little, clearly still not used to being able to have the power to take ones breath away with a simple smile.

Killian cleared his throat and scratched behind his ear nervously before squeezing Emma's hand in a silent question, 'are you sure you want to do this?' his bright blue eyes asked.

Emma didn't hesitate for a moment, her eyes searching both of his as she interlaced her fingers with his and nodded. The shy smile forming on her lips making Killian's heart melt all over again.

"Well, shall we begin?" Granny asked with a knowing smirk on her lips.

Killian's dimpled grin mirrored Emma's as they recited their written vows. Both feeling overwhelmed as they promised to love and cherish each other in front of their closest friends and family. His heart hadn't felt this full in his entire 300 years, and that was only confirmed as Granny pronounced himself and Emma as "Husband and Wife" and he captured her lips in True Love's Kiss once more, proving that his Happy Ending was a fiery blonde saviour named Emma Swan-Jones all along.