For the anon who asked “i would really love if someday you can write a fic where Emma decides to cut her hair because Hope is always wraps her fingers around it, i just think about this because of your last fic.” That last fic is here, if you’re interested in more fluff. All the fluff. Almost too much fluff. This is the ever continuing saga of Laura writing canon.
It honestly surprises her it takes this long.
It’s not for lack of trying.
Really.
She’s just got…things. Too many things, honestly. Enough things to make her head spin and make sure that the few hours – minutes, seconds, moments – of uninterrupted sleep she’s getting don’t really do much to help the exhaustion Emma is certain is just part of her soul at this point.
There is, after all, an all-realm to organize and Snow White’s documentation process and Henry’s trying to find a house and the dwarves don’t seem to have gotten the several memos, metaphorical or otherwise, that both Emma and Killian have sent asking them to please, for the love of every single God either one of us can name or have met, stop using the booths at the Rabbit Hole to challenge the Vikings to feats of strength.
It All Starts With a Dance 