It’s just one weekend. At Christmas. In New York. With everyone there. With Killian there. It’s fine. Emma doesn’t mind – he’s always there and she wants him to be there and it’ll be good. Great, even. Festive. She’s looking forward to it.
She just hopes she doesn’t do something stupid. Like shout feelings in his face. That probably wouldn’t be very festive.
This is such a cute fic and I’ve enjoyed it immensely so I felt the need to make a ridiculous picset for it. Obviously. There’s a classier version, but this felt more true to the delightful and festive insanity of Mary Margaret’s well-meaning but overdone Christmas weekend schedule.
It All Starts With a Dance 