(SPOILER ALERT) Fluff inspired by the news that Liam will definitely be back in 5B and the subsequent headcanon that took hold of my brain. This is total fluff, cause I don't know about you, but I really need it right now.

Her heart aches for what is to come, a loss he must endure again in order to follow her home, a goodbye he never should have had to say once about to be repeated. She gives him space, watches as a hand to the shoulder turns into a full embrace, larger hands gripping the material between his shoulder-blades. Tears build behind her eyes and she turns to David, catching an unexpected tenderness in his expression, a longing almost or at least an understanding as he looks on at the brothers' farewell. An unruly mop of hair brushes her cheek as Henry leans in to her side and she smiles over at him, thankful to be at the end of this long journey with all of her loved ones intact.

"Emma?"

Killian's fingers suddenly find hers, still tentative, too tentative, only tightening when she does so first. His eyes are misty and red, but soft, matching the gentle smile she's surprised to see curving his lips.

"May I speak to you a moment, love?" He pauses and looks over to Henry and the two of them share a look that she can tell means something of import to them both, ending with a slight nod of heads before Killian's attention is back to her.

"Sure."

There's nowhere to really find privacy where they are, but Killian finds a large tree, gently pulling her behind it until her back is facing the rest of the group. When he releases her hand, her fingers reach for his lapel, unabashedly unwilling to break contact now that she has him back again. The sudden warmth of his lips and the brush of his nose against her cheek signals that he is of similar mind. His kiss is soft, sweet, and too short as he pulls back and finds a home for his forehead gently resting against hers.

"Emma, I, have something to ask of you, something I am not confident you are ready for."

The heart inside of her chest, the one he shares, he must feel the rapid rhythm, the answer to what she knows comes next. She's not afraid, not anymore, and she's more than ready.

"Killian, look at me."

He does as requested and she sees the nervous hopefulness swimming in his gaze, his ability to communicate volumes with his beautiful eyes telling her more than any words he may be about to say. But, she still needs him to hear them.

"Ask me,"

The short breath he inhales signals his surprise at her directness, but he recovers, quickly reaching for the ring still hanging from the chain around her neck. They're close enough for him to hold it up, the ruby red stone the color of her jacket, of their love.

"Emma Swan, would you do me the great honor of accepting my hand in marriage?"

The river of tears she finds herself unable to quell makes it hard for her to speak, but she somehow manages a "yes" before she's hauling him back towards her, trapping his hand against her chest as kissing him becomes more important than anything else in the world. It's only the need to breathe that causes her to pull back, her kiss swollen lips smiling at the sound of his contented sigh and the slide of his fingertips beneath the curve of her breast. He doesn't need to speak for her to know what he's itching to say. ("Pirate, love.")

Sliding her hands down to his waist, she leans back enough to let him free his wandering hand, her arched eyebrow meeting his as their shit-eating grins find their mirror.

"I'm glad you asked, but I have to wonder why you felt this was the right place? We could have done this at home, you know?"

His head ducks slightly and she sees him suck the inside of his cheek between his teeth, if his hand were free she's expect a scratch behind his ear to soon follow. He's still nervous, but she can't quite fathom why.

"Well, there's actually a second question I still need to ask, love."

"Okay…"

"I know this is the least romantic place in all the realms and it is far from where I've imagined this to occur, but, I was wondering if you might be open to us being wed here…now?"

Her jaw drops of its own accord as she furrows her brow in confusion, trying to find a reason why he would be requesting something so… And then it hits her, hits her with a force that almost steals her breath from her lungs.

Liam. He wants Liam to be there, be here to see him finally get his happy ending.

"I'd like him to marry us, Emma."

She hears the hitch in his voice, feels the trembling of his hand at her waist, and sees the hope reflected back at her in his eyes. It's all of these things, and more, so much more, that prompt her into action. With an imperceptible flick of her wrist, his ragged clothes are replaced by his Camelot attire, her jacket, sweater and jeans by the white gown from the ball, in her hair rests a crown of frothy pink Middlemist flowers.

He's stunned into silence, his eyes darting everywhere all at once as she steps back and gingerly pulls the chain from around her neck. The clasp comes loose and the ring slides into her palm, happy to part with it only because she knows it will shortly be hers once again. Holding the ring towards him, she waits until his stupor fades enough for his palm to align beneath her outstretched fingers.

"You'll be needing this, I presume. Henry will make an excellent ring bearer. My father, I'm confident will be honored to act as Best Man since your brother will be performing the ceremony. He loves you as much as I do, just don't ask him to admit it."

The ring lands in his hand and he moves in to kiss her, but is stopped by the press of her fingertips against his lips.

"Sorry, Killian, you have to wait until Liam says, "You may now kiss the bride."