Author's note: New idea I've come up with. If you're on twitter, you may have heard of OTP bot. OTP bot is a thing on twitter that creates for you to imagine your otp in. I've kinda had this idea for a while.

The idea is to choose select prompts and create small drabbles of cuteness.

I don't just write prompts from OTP bot! Send me your prompts and I'll write it! (AUs and canon allowed!)

Disclaimer: OUAT is owned by A&E. Prompt is from OTP bot on twitter.

Prompt: "Your OTP huddled for warmth"

Rating: K+ (One swear word at the beginning!)

Set after series 4B as if series 5A and onwards never happened. It's Christmas time and it's snowy.

It was cold.

Not just cold, cold like holy-shit-I-need-to-get-inside-and-get-a-cup-of-hot-cocoa cold.

Sure, the snow made the town look more festive but if there's one thing Emma Swan hates more than dealing with big bad fairytale villains – it's the cold. After spending time in the streets with no shelter from the bitter ice cold winter winds it was understandable that she was reluctant to leave the cosy warmth of the apartment. Unfortunately for her, Henry was insisting and Killian, of course, was not helping in the slightest when she sent him her most pleading look.

So, much to her dismay, Emma found herself out on the streets dressed in a thick coat, woollen scarf and gloves on the receiving end of a barrage of snowballs from Henry and Roland. Regina and Robin stood on the opposite side of the street watching them in amusement. Emma sighed, tugging the coat closer to her body for both warmth and protection.

She didn't want a snowball melting down her back, no thank you.

"Come on, mum, join in!" Henry piped up unhelpfully.

Emma smiled and shook her head. "I'm good, thanks!" she called over.

Henry shrugged, making another snowball and threw it which hit Killian in the face. Killian chuckled, holding hand and hook up in surrender as he walked over to her. He pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"You alright, love?" he asked lovingly. "Not like you to deny your boy of anything."

Emma smiled, instinctively huddling into him for warmth. "I'm fine," she answered honestly. "I'm just not the biggest fan of the cold." she shivered which proved her point.

Killian smiled at her, lifting an arm and wrapped it round her shoulder. He pulled her into his side and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Aye, on that we can both agree on," he admitted quietly. "Isn't it worth seeing the smile on your son's face though?"

"Our son, Killian," Emma said softly. "I think you've earned the right to call Henry your son too. At least in private, I don't know what Henry thinks."

Killian looked down at her with one of those gentle, genuine smiles that were filled with awe and wonder and love. These were her favourite smiles of his. He leaned down and kissed her softly, speaking so many unspoken words. Emma closed her eyes melting into the kiss.

"Mum, ew, that's gross!" Henry interrupted jokingly.

Emma reluctantly tore her lips off of Killian's and looked towards Henry...only to get hit in the face by a snowball thrown by Roland. She shook her head trying to get rid of the snow before it melted.

She failed miserably.

She whimpered pitifully, pouting to herself. Great, just great. Regina's familiar sharp laughter sounded from across the street but Emma couldn't find it in herself to be angry – she'd never seen Regina this happy since she had first arrived in Storybrooke. Also, Killian was looking at her with that mischievous gleam in his eyes with that signature smirk of his. She grinned back up at him, having the exact same idea as him.

"Alright, kid, you asked for this!" Emma called over to the two young boys, tearing herself away from Killian and forming a perfect snowball with her magic. Roland let out a playful yell and started running away as she drew her arm back and threw it.

The snowball collided with Henry's shoulder who looked up and grinned at her, quickly bending down to make another snowball. Killian joined Emma, making a snowball with Emma's help and throwing it at Henry. The snowball hit the top of his head. Killian grinned down at Emma.

Emma smiled up at him, huddling against him and hiding her face in his shoulder as a snowbll came darting towards them.

Emma Swan still hated the cold but Killian made her hate it just that little bit less.