Is anyone alive out there?

No?

Well, here's a little drabble about Liam marrying Emma and Killian in the Underworld because REASONS.

Sorry, not sorry.

TOO MANY FEELS!

Love,

Annaelle.

PS Based off a Tumblr post from on-the-nightshift. ( on-the-nightshift. /pos t/1 347 8327 6862/au-w here-liam-marries-emma-killian-on-the-deck) Just remove the spaces.

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This is not what she had secretly imagined her wedding to Killian to be like.

There had been more flowers and people, and soft music tinkling in the background, and she'd been wearing a new, perfect, unique dress while her father walked her down the aisle. Killian would be wearing something leather, undoubtedly, but new and clean, with his shirt unbuttoned to show an indecent amount of chest hair. Some of the attendees would have covered their faces with tissues, moved by the unimaginable kind of love shared between her and Killian.

It had been light and beautiful and perfect.

She had most definitely not imagined darkness and cries—Cora, Peter Pan and Neal had definitely not been on the list of guests she had composed in her mind—and, much as she and Killian would have loved it, she had never imagined Liam Jones being the one to marry them.

In the Underworld.

After she'd been forced to kill Killian to destroy the Darkness and then followed him down to the Underworld so she could—literally—give him half of her heart.

No, it is quite safe to say that this is nothing like she had imagined it to be.

She loves it anyway.

It had taken a minimal amount of magic to change their apparel to something more wedding-appropriate and to clear the deck of the Jewel of the Realm of stray souls that would attempt to ruin the happiest day of her life.

She doesn't mind that there's no aisle or a hundred guests—her parents and son are there, and Regina and Robin and Killian and that's all that she needs.

Liam and Killian stand side by side as she approaches them, with her father only a step behind them, and her heart—their heart—squeezes when she realizes that this may be the last time in a—hopefully—long time she can see them together.

The Jones boys.

"Hello, love," Killian whispers, taking her hand in his as she curls her fingers around his hook, relishing in the sound of his voice, his presence, him.

She mutters back a soft greeting, biting her lip softly as Liam begins speaking, his voice gruff as he asks his 'little brother' if he wishes to take Emma as his 'lovely bride'. Emma smiles so widely her cheeks hurt when Killian snorts and nods, never once taking his eyes off of hers and—she can't believe this is really happening.

"Emma Swan," Liam then turns to her, a familiar smirk playing at the corners of his lips, "are you sure you want to take Killian's hand in marriage?"

"Liam!"

Killian's indignant shout makes her giggle—he's adorable, her dashing rapscallion—before she nods, keeping her gaze locked with Killian as she replies, "I've never been more sure of anything else."

She loves him and he loves her.

It's not what she imagined or expected, and he's not a perfect fairytale prince—and she's glad he's not. He's exactly who she wanted—needed—him to be.

He is her Happy Ending.

And now, as Liam finally gives Killian permission to kiss her, he is her husband too.