A/N: I was blown away by the response to the last chapter! Thank you so much. Since you guys asked so nicely, here's a epilogue for ya!

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Epilogue


Emma was nervous.

Hell, she was beyond nervous.

She was downright terrified.

Emma wasn't really the type of girl to stay in one place. She had always been a wanderer, moving wherever the wind took her. Sure, she dated. She had been in some relationships. But marriage! Marriage was a big step. She wasn't sure she was ready for it.

So she did what she was best at. She ran.

Now here she was, sitting on the edge of the docks. It was her go-to place to be alone; to think. Emma sighed. They would notice she was missing in a few moments, if they hadn't already.

The last year had been hectic, if there was any word for it. Zelena had had her baby—she wasn't exactly a good role model, but she had her daughter's interests at heart, and that was all that really mattered. She had been released from her holding cell, though she still wore the cufflink prohibiting her from using magic of any sort. The witch took care of her little girl, along with Robin and Regina. They three had worked out a system of whom would take care of little baby Ava when (of course, Zelena still harboured jealously towards her sister and still hadn't completely let her in).

Speaking of the outlaw and the queen, they had gotten married only a few months ago. They were living happily together with Roland, Henry, and Zelena's newborn. Regina had finally accepted she deserved a happy ending—she had one now. Robin had gotten a steady job working for the Sheriff's department and he had even enrolled Roland in Henry's school. The little boy had fit in easily.

Rumpelstiltskin and Belle had made amends. Their relationship was rocky, but things were slowly getting better. Gold was still getting used to his newfound powers and his wife didn't hesitate in assisting, albeit still mistrustful of him. As for Will, he left a couple of months ago and hadn't been seen since. Robin told them not to worry—the man was a wanderer and had supposedly set out on an unknown mission. He had mentioned something about an Anastasia, though Emma had no idea who she was.

As for Lily, she still didn't know who her father was. Maleficent wasn't any help in the matter either, though the woman had worked hard to try and turn over a new leaf. Emma had a suspicion that the father had been Merlin, based on the necklace Lily had shown her, but she couldn't be sure. Besides, if he was, Emma didn't have the heart to tell her friend that her suspected father was now dead. No one in town knew of Merlin's demise—only her and the others who had been there.

And her mother and father—they gave baby Neal all the love she had never gotten. Not that she was bitter. Emma was happy for her little brother and her parents. She had to admit, there were times when her parents were hesitant when allowing her to stay alone with Neal, but she knew where their worries came from. She didn't blame them.

Henry had found someone too. He was nearly fifteen now and she supposed he had been after the hatter girl for quite some time now. What was her name again? Grace? Paige? She was a sweet girl, but Emma saw the fear in her eyes every time she came over. She was scared of her. Most people were scared of Emma at first, but they had adapted. They had a reason to be scared at least—the Dark One had quite a reputation.

None of them had heard from Mordred or Morgan le Fay since they had parted a year ago, but she would be glad to never hear from them again. She hadn't forgiven them yet and she likely never would. Especially Mordred. She was past killing him now, but was even further from speaking to him civilly. Not after what he made her do to everyone, to Killian.

And that brought her to him. Killian. Only a few months after the big fiasco with Mordred, he had gotten down on one knee and proposed. It was beautiful. They were here, at this very spot, watching the moon cast its light on the glistening water. And what had she done? Emma, being the idiot that she was, had said no. She was scared. Scared of the commitment, scared of everything the ring meant. She had run from him, leaving him alone on the docks staring after her. Afterwards, she realized it might have been the biggest mistake of her life, but Killian hadn't been deterred.

He understood her. He knew she was scared and he understood that. So he gave her time. He gave her time, and he was always there when she needed him. There were a few scary weeks when she thought he wouldn't try again. When she thought their relationship would only go that far. But then, when he got down on his knees the second time, it was as if the world had come to a halt.

This time she didn't hesitate in saying yes.

Now here she was, only a few moments before she would have to walk down the aisle and forever bind herself to the man she knew she loved. She was scared out of her mind. Emma took a shaky breath, staring down at the beautiful feathers adorning her gown. It had been her mother's and now it was hers. She was getting it dirty no doubt, but right now, she didn't really care.

A few moments passed in silence before Emma felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked back to see none other than her husband to be staring right back at her. "You know," she said wryly, "it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

Killian smirked. "Isn't it also bad luck for the bride to run away before the wedding, love?"

"I'm not running away," she retorted. "Just...getting some fresh air."

He stayed silent, smiling slightly.

"Do you really want this?" she blurted suddenly. "I mean...do you really want to marry me?"

Killian stared her straight in the eyes, moving closer and bending down until he was level with her. "With every fibre of my being, Swan."

"But I'm the Dark One," she whispered quietly, her voice breaking a little.

"And I'm a pirate," he replied, shrugging. "Tell me, Emma. Have you killed anyone in the past year?"

She shook her head.

"Have you physically hurt anyone?"

She shook her head.

"There you go!" he laughed. "Swan, I don't care if you're the Dark One. You're still my Emma, and that's all that matters."

"I won't grow old," she pointed out. "I'm immortal. On the other hand, the rest of you will."

"I've done some research," answered Killian. "The Dark One can age if they wish to, but they won't die."

"So I'll have to watch everyone around me die."

"I promise you, Emma," said Killian, suddenly serious. "I will do everything in my power to free you from the Dark One's curse."

"I've had thoughts," she said sadly. "Urges. To hurt people...even kill."

"But you haven't acted on any of these urges," he persisted. "And that's the important thing."

She sighed, instinctively moving away from him.

Killian followed her, gesturing to the barely visible scales on the edges of her fingertips. "Remember when they were nearly up to your neck? They've been like that for a year now. You've been the same as you always were, even before you became the Dark One."

"It's only a matter of time before I do something," she argued, looking down.

"And I'll be there," he said simply, gently gripping her chin and moving her head up to face him. "We're true loves, remember? I'll be there to help you control it. Always."

Emma met his fiery gaze with her own and leaned in. When their lips met, it wasn't wild or full of passion. It was slow and gentle. He smelled of the ocean and strawberries and she longed to stay there forever. But she knew she couldn't.

She moved back, breathing softly. "We have to go," she whispered. "We're kinda getting married. The others must be waiting."

"Let them wait," said Killian quietly; capturing her lips in a kiss once more.

Emma knew they should be going. She knew they couldn't stay here forever. But right now all that mattered was him and her...and she couldn't be happier.


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They arrived at their wedding exactly two hours late, hand in hand and laughing. The fear was gone, replaced by a calm sense of anticipation. Archie, the flustered officiator of the wedding, hurried up to them and grabbed them both by the wrists, dragging them up to the front.

Emma smiled as she saw a very relieved looking Mary Margaret and David staring at her proudly. They waved and she managed to wave back before Archie yanked her rather forcefully towards the front. He muttered something about the bride and groom nearly missing their own wedding, and then continued to proceed with the vows.

It all passed by in a blur—when the famous words were said, Emma thought she would faint and punch someone in the face simultaneously. "You may now kiss the bride."

Killian leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you," he murmured quietly.

Emma smiled. She was still the Dark One. Maybe she would always be the Dark One. But right now, she didn't care. She didn't care at all.

"I love you too."


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And two years later, when the Dark One finally exited Emma's body for good, trapped in a prison of Rumpelstiltskin's own fashion, she collapsed in Killian's arms. He held her close and she sunk right into his body, breathing in the scent of leather and the sea.

Emma knew there would be more. A new villain, new fights for her to win. Life in Storybrooke was far from peaceful. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was she was with him and he was with her and they were all together.

Because that's what happiness really is: love.

She had it.

And she would never let go.


Fin