It was, in theory, a good idea. It was, in theory, an absolutely fantastic idea. Because there was still, sometimes, a crisis or two in Storybrooke and nothing would be more chaotic than trying to find a Christmas present on Main Street, while also trying to keep said Christmas present a secret. Ordering gifts on the internet makes sense. It’s just a few clicks and online sales and the presents will be there in plenty of time for Christmas to be perfect.
Emma and Killian are positive.
Except then the presents don’t show up and it’s Christmas Eve and plan B isn’t so much a plan as it is just a bit of pre-holiday desperation and the entire town knows what they’re up to.
Rating: Mature’ish. There’s kissing. CHRISTMAS KISSING. Word Count: 11K’ish. And two POV. And fluff. So. Much. Fluff. AN: Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope everyone got what they wanted and then a few things they didn’t know they wanted and gets to eat all the candy canes all day. This story was so much fun to write and @theonceoverthinker deserves all the words and emotional payoff and fic makeouts. Here are some fic makeouts. A particular shoutot to @distant-rose for sharing the same brain as me and suggesting Killian’s present for Emma after I already wrote myself into that scenario. Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll.
Marco is not, in fact, asleep by the time Killian raps on his door – but it’s close.
It’s late and cold and the old man’s eyes get wide when he realizes what exactly it is Killian is asking of him, but Henry is already adding to the request and discussing design options and how long everything will take and my mom will probably be able to help…you know with magic or finding you magic…wood or something.
Killian chuckles under his breath, but he hasn’t really been able to catch his breath yet because he and Henry absolutely sprinted the last few hundred yards down the street and it’s after dark and, even with the detour for onion rings and grilled cheese at Granny’s, Emma’s going to be home soon and there is a Christmas Eve plan.
There are movies to watch and some popcorn monstrosity to eat and he can’t wait.
It All Starts With a Dance 