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a charm of powerful trouble: the jack frost incident

HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, B! (@optomisticgirl) Sorry it took so long to get this to you, but here’s (part of) your birthday fic! Inspired by something of a throwaway line in the last chapter of a charm of powerful trouble:

But it was the wolf who ... kept Emma and David warm when Jack Frost decided to ice over the station.

CS & Captain Charming fluff | rating: PG (with teases of M that go nowhere) | 4.3k (you’re rubbing off on me, B)

Emma had just slid the file drawer shut when she was suddenly pushed against the cabinet from behind, a warm body and strong arms holding her tight to the cool metal. Hot breath on her neck was shortly followed by a deep, almost feral voice.

“You looked like you could use some assistance there, love.” Emma could feel Killian’s voice rumbling in his chest from the where it was pressed to her back. “I’d hate to leave a lady wanting.” Every syllable was dragged out and dripping in desire.

There was a reason wolfstime had become her favorite part of the month, and this was it.

Not having the room to turn around within the bracket of his arms, she instead arched her back to brush her ass against his crotch, drawing a growl from him. She grinned. “No, I think I’ve got it, but you seem to need a hand there,” she teased; it was impossible to miss the feel of his erection, even through layers of denim.

He shuffled back and lightly grabbed her shoulders with hand and hook, then gently turned her around to face him. His eyes were wide with lust, taking on that bit of glow they always had in the evening during wolfstime, and though he was trying to maintain it, he had some of that shaggy wolf style going on with his hair and beard. Hot damn.

She’d fixed and reinforced his necklace after the first time he’d worn his enchanted charms, so now Killian was the only one who could remove them and free the wolf. Which meant nights like this—when it was just the two of them working at the station—got a whole lot more interesting.

In one graceful motion, Killian had his arms wrapped around her and pinned her to the cabinet again, his left arm keeping any drawer handles from painfully hitting her back, and hungrily found her lips with his. Emma’s hands slipped under his leather jacket, palms pressed to his back trying to feel his muscles move under too many layers of fabric, and she hitched her leg up to wrap around his and tug him closer.

They both gasped when she rotated her hips against his, and she was just about to lock the door with a flick of her hand when they heard it slam open. The noise was jarring enough to make them halt and pull them from the haze of lust they’d been all too happy to fall into only moments before.

A voice shouted down the hallway, and they instinctively jumped apart. “Bad news, guys!” It was David; of course it was. Like two teenagers caught in the act, Emma and Killian cursed and quickly started to adjust their clothes and hair to look like nothing was happening.

“We’ve got a prob...lem.” David strode into the office intently, but paused at the sight of his daughter and son-in-law not-so-casually leaning against the filing cabinets, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Emma was studying an incredibly interesting ceiling tile when he asked, “Um, am I interrupting anything?”

“What would give you that idea, mate?” Killian answered, somewhat annoyed but plastering on a cheesy grin anyway. Emma had to bite back a laugh; she knew Killian was just trying to rile David up.

But her dad apparently wasn’t going to take the bait this time. He just sighed disappointedly and continued on. “Whatever. Like I said, we’ve got a problem: someone is causing a snowstorm out there.”

She and Killian both turned to look out the window; they hadn’t noticed it due to their earlier preoccupation, but snow was swirling fiercely outside—certainly not uncommon for Maine, but usually storms died off by this time of year. A shiver went down Emma’s spine; it reminded her of all the Ingrid nonsense a couple years ago.

“Could it be Elsa?” Killian wondered aloud.

“It’s not,” David answered matter-of-factly. “The guy came into Granny’s earlier, before turning the place into an ice rink. Says his name is Jack Frost and he’s giving us a snow day.”

“Ugh, didn’t we have enough of those this winter?” Emma complained. Well, the snow had been annoying; being locked in the house with Killian certainly hadn’t. “So I guess we, what, talk him out of it?”

“It’s a start,” David said with a shrug.

She shot an apologetic look at Killian, who gave her a half smile back. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take long, and they could get back to their scheduled activities.

The trio headed toward the exit, Emma reluctantly pulling a beanie off the coat rack on the way. She’d just haphazardly tugged it on her head when the station’s power cut out, leaving them with only the dim blue light shining through the doorwall.

“Well, this seems familiar,” Killian quipped, somewhat exasperatedly; Emma just groaned and pressed on.

Her dramatic attempt at throwing the door open to face down their new foe fell short; it barely opened a foot before colliding with snow and ice built up on the ground. She managed to slip outside through the gap, but almost immediately regretted it at the first blast of icy air that nearly blew her back inside; Killian caught her before she fell on the slick pavement.

Carefully this time, she took small steps forward, watching both her step and for the source of the trouble. The cause of the power outage became quickly apparent: a layer of ice was growing on the outside of the building, wrapping around it from the back, and was inching closer and closer to the door.

“Hey! You guys can’t be out here!” An unfamiliar male voice was shouting at them; Emma turned toward it. The guy looked like he was still in his teens, with pale skin, spiky white hair, and ice blue eyes. Given the fact that he was also hardly dressed for the elements—barefoot, even—and had a long staff in hand that seemed to be in control of the swirl of snow around them, she was pretty sure she knew who it was.

“Are you Jack Frost?”

He puffed out his chest and defiantly called out, “Yeah, I am, and I’m not letting some dumb cops ruin this snow day for everyone!”

Emma wrapped her arms around herself to brace against the chill and took a few steps closer. “See, the thing about that—we already had a bunch of them this year, and it’s kind of disrupting—”

“No!” the kid screamed, and she could see the wild look in his eyes that told her he was slightly unhinged. “This town needs a break, and you can’t stop it!”

Before Emma could make another protest, a harsh, bitter cold wind hit her like a wall, knocking her on her ass and pushing her across the icy pavement back to the station. She could hear both her father and husband shouting for her as she slid their way, but couldn’t see a thing in the snow and ice that was attacking her.

She was vaguely aware of making contact with two solid objects, but she didn’t stop moving until she came to rest against something hard and metallic—her desk. Jack had pushed her all the way back into the office, and David and Killian were scrambling over to her.

“Are you alright, love?” “Emma, you okay? Did you hit your head?” They both tried to help her sit up, but she promptly ignored both of them as she fought her way to standing.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she assured them through chattering teeth; she was cold, but she’d survived that before. “We’ve gotta stop him.”

But she didn’t take two steps before falling back to the floor, her legs still feeling as though they were made of icicles. Killian was at her side immediately, but David continued on to the door. She wanted to yell at him to wait and not face the crazy kid alone, but couldn’t summon the energy.

It wouldn’t have mattered, anyway: right as David got to the door, she could see the solid layer of ice that formed over it, so thick that it was tinted blue. Characteristically, her dad tried to push against it a few times, even throwing his shoulder into it, but the door didn’t budge.

They were trapped.

Shit.

“Dave, stop it—you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Apparently, the prince thought persistence would be what broke the ice and freed the three of them from the station. But he could tell that ice was nearly a foot thick, and given its magical origins, would likely need the same to take it down. And Emma was already down for the count after being blasted with snow and cold air; the last thing they needed was David getting injured, too.

It had been a while, but Killian could feel his captain’s instincts taking charge, even over the wolf ones that were typically in control right now. Though, he supposed it all came down to survival, and the wolf wouldn’t make it if the captain didn’t step up here.

“You need to call Regina; let her know what happened and what we can do to get out. I’ll get Emma settled somewhere more comfortable and track down some blankets.”

Emma tried to protest as Killian scooped her into his arms and lifted her, but it was weak—and reminded him far too much of the time she nearly froze in the ice wall. He’d be bloody damned if he let that happen again.

He carried her into one of the cells and bent to set her on the cot, but to his surprise, she was clinging to him. “You’re so warm,” she murmured, burrowing her face in his shoulder, and he couldn’t hold back the grin.

“I know, Swan; let me get some blankets and you will be, too.” Thankfully, she nodded a concession and let him set her down; she immediately curled into a ball. He could hear David on the phone as he rummaged through the storage closet for whatever extra layers he could find, and made a mental note to order more—and thicker—blankets after only coming up with a few thin ones and some station-issued hoodies. He was alright with the chill, but Emma needed as much heat as she could get, and it was only a matter of time before David too succumbed to what were surely falling temperatures.

He rushed back to Emma’s side, draping the blankets over her and pulling her to his lap. Her shaking had stopped, thankfully, but he could also see his breath in the air—not a good sign.

David walked into the cell, shaking his head. “Well, I’ve got more bad news. Regina says her magic can’t break through; she couldn’t even undo the damage at Granny’s.”

For a brief moment, Killian imagined the look on Granny’s face when Regina likely tried to melt the ice with a fireball and smirked at the thought, but then the ramifications sunk in. “So we’re truly stuck here for a while?”

“She’s got some things she wants to try, but until she can figure something out...yeah.”

Nervousness settled over them. They knew Regina would work fast, but how much time did they truly have? There were some snacks in the break room, and the ventilation seemed to be working alright, but the main issue would be keeping warm.

“T-tell her to call...call Elsa,” Emma stuttered from her perch in his lap. “She might know what to do.”

David nodded in agreement, shooting off a text to Regina, and then Killian made him put on both sweatshirts. His father-in-law tried to scoff at the command, but the unwitting growl Killian gave him—likely paired with the intimidating glow of his eyes, which Killian always seemed to forget about—convinced David otherwise.

And then it was just a waiting game. As expected, the temperature in the station continued to drop as the night wore on. To combat the chill, David took to pacing the room, but it didn’t take Killian’s enhanced vision to see the way he was starting to shake. Emma was still doing okay, but continued to burrow farther into his chest in search of warmth.

At some point, David turned on a battery-operated radio, but the only station that came in was broadcasting a sporting match. Even so, Killian tried to focus on the sounds of that—something about teams called the Rangers and Red Wings and “hockey,” whatever that was—but the more the men on the radio talked about ice, it only continued to make Killian even more aware of their situation. Not even the noise coming from the radio could drown out the sounds of the ice crackling all around them—at least, his wolf ears heard it; if the other two noticed, they made no indication.

Eventually, the game faded to the strains of classical music, intermingled with static. Regina called with an update, but only to say that they still hadn’t figured anything out. At some point, David had gone into the break room to call Snow, and Emma began to shake again, despite the fact that she was practically wrapped around Killian. Even David finally seemed to admit defeat to the chill, collapsing on the cot in the other cell after wrapping up his phone call and unable to stop the shivers that racked him.

The coffee was bitter cold, and Emma’s cocoa from earlier had frozen over. They weren’t going to make it through the night at this rate.

Well, they wouldn’t—Emma and David, that is; Killian would be just fine, with his internal wolf heat keeping him warm. But the other two didn’t have that, so he knew it was going to fall to him to ensure they both made it to morning.

“Dave, come over here. You’ll freeze to death by yourself in there,” he called out.

“I’m f-fine,” David answered through chattering teeth.

Killian snorted. “Yes, clearly you are,” was his sarcastic reply. “Get over here; I won’t let you catch hypothermia on my watch.”

David gave a low sigh. “I am not cuddling up with you and my daughter. I saw enough earlier.”

“Seriously, mate?” Killian rolled his eyes. “This is a life or death situation.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that much longer,” David stubbornly replied.

“Obstinate arse,” Killian muttered under his breath, letting his head fall back against the brick wall. Emma hadn’t made much noise or movement in a while other than her gentle yet constant shivers, so he assumed she was asleep. But at his movement, she gripped the open V of his shirt and her eyes fluttered open, darting around until they settled on his. “It’s alright, love; I’ve got you.”

Her answer was a tiny nod as she tucked her head back against his chest. She seemed so frail and tiny like this, curled up in his lap, and her fingers were like ice where they brushed against his skin, carding through his chest hair. As cold as it was, though, it felt heavenly, and drew a relaxed rumble from his chest much like when she would pet him in his wolf form.

Wait—that was it! Emma would sometimes complain that the wolf gave off too much heat, especially in the summer. But that was exactly what they needed tonight.

Carefully, he gathered Emma in his arms and slid her from his lap to the cot. His heart broke when she whimpered at the loss of his heat, but he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

As he walked out of the cell, David called out, “J-just where do you think you’re g-going?”

“You’ll see, mate.”

He made his way into the back room and proceeded to strip off his clothes and hook. Once he was naked, he shivered involuntarily, finally feeling the chill, but he knew that as soon as he pulled off his necklace, he’d be fine.

Without wasting another moment, he grabbed the chain and lifted it over his head, just managing to drop it on the pile of his clothes as the transformation took hold. Shifting was no longer the torturous event it was at first, but he couldn’t say it was a pleasant experience—he was all too keenly aware of the sensation of his bones changing shape, his muscles lengthening, and there was still that tingle all over his skin as fur filled in. He shook his head to clear it when the transfiguration was done; it always left him a bit disoriented, even if he had gotten used to being on all fours rather than bipedal. The hardest part was being significantly larger, but his wolf instincts usually accommodated that and all other changes.

After carefully making sure he still fit through the door, he padded back out into the main room. David gasped at first, but then sighed in relief when he realized what was going on. Killian looked at him and jerked his head towards the other cell, trying to beckon him in.

When he got to Emma, he nuzzled her neck and gently licked at it to get her attention; sleepy eyes blinked open, and when she realized what was going on, she smiled at him. Moving sluggishly, clearly mustering all her remaining strength, she stood and spread the blankets on the floor. Killian plopped down on the edge of them, sitting in a semicircle, and Emma followed suit, finding her usual nook near his shoulder.

“Dad, come on,” she tried to yell, but her voice was tired.

It was hard to tell if David was shaking his head ‘no’, or just shaking from the cold. “I s-said I’m f-fine.”

“You don’t sound fine. Please, Dad, come over here.”

But David apparently would rather be ornery than avoid freezing to death. “I don’t want to interrupt again.”

Emma groaned. “For fuck’s sake, Dad, he’s a wolf. He literally transformed to keep us warm and alive. Get your ass over here or else Mom is going to murder all of us.”

Emma’s tirade seemed to convince him. Slowly, David got to his feet and shuffled over. Emma patted the floor next to her, inviting David to settle in on Killian’s stomach, but he only got as far as kneeling.

“Are you sure this won’t hurt him?” he asked, insecurity in his voice. While Killian was touched that David was making sure he’d be fine, he’d grown impatient of the reluctance. So Killian growled at him, long and low, while staring directly at him. “Okay, fine,” David conceded, and settled against Killian’s side.

Once he was laying down, Killian curled up a bit more to try to have them as surrounded as possible. For a while, he stared at them over his shoulder, watching as their shivers finally dissipated, and feeling as David’s breathing evened out and sleep took hold.

But then Emma cracked an eye open at him. She smiled softly, and gently stroked his shoulder. “Hey, we’re fine—thanks to you. Get some rest, okay?”

He snorted in reply; she knew that he’d get no rest while there was any chance of danger to them—not under his watch. But then everything dissipated into a sensation of pure bliss; his eyes closed and head fell back and he was washed away in physical euphoria, though not of the sexual kind.

Bloody hell, it felt incredible, and it took some time before he noted the rubbing sensation behind one of his ears. Dammit—he’d forgotten about that: his canine side was completely weak to a good ear scratch, and Emma was all too aware of it. But there was nothing he could but set his head on his paws as Emma’s ministrations eased the tension from his body and lulled him close to sleep.

The last thing he heard before drifting off was a whispered “I love you”; he was still working out how best to answer that in wolf form, but hopefully his low, gentle growl said it.

“Be careful! We don’t have any room in the town budget for unnecessary repairs!”

“Regina, she’s fine.”

“I’ve definitely gotten through worse, Your Majesty. This is nothing compared to the ice wall. Or my aunt’s weird cave.”

Regina scoffed, but let Elsa work her magic on the thick casing of ice around the sheriff station. Snow looked on impatiently, worried that it had been hours since they last heard from her family trapped inside. It was still dark out—only in the early morning hours—but she was still wide awake, running on adrenaline from the night’s adventure. It turned out the villain of the week was an escapee from Arendelle, so Elsa was all too willing to retrieve him.

Once she arrived, they’d spent half the night tracking him down; but he was safely back in his home realm now, and Elsa was taking care to undo the damage. The harbor needed to be thawed, and Granny’s needed to be set to rights before the upholstery cracked any more, but first things first: freeing David, Emma, and Hook.

Elsa’s magic was focused on the front entrance, a frigid blast that was sending a spray of flurries and ice everywhere as it burrowed through the thick glacier that was wrapped around the building. The most recent text from David had come in around 6 hours ago, and he hadn’t responded to any since then. Though Snow could feel that nothing terrible had happened, she was still worried about what shape the three of them would be in. While Elsa continued to work, she pulled up the number for the hospital on her phone—just in case.

“Almost...there…” Elsa’s strained voice pulled Snow from her thoughts, and she could see the glass doors of the station coming into view. Then a few seconds later, an anticlimactic thud sounded as the last bit of ice fell away.

“That’s it?” Snow asked, surprised that was all it took.

“Yes; I can’t sense any other type of barrier spell. The rest should melt away.”

“She’s right; there’s nothing else there,” Regina confirmed. With a soft smile, she gestured from Snow to the door. “We’ll take care of the rest of town. Go.”

“Thank you!” she shouted, and then ran to the entryway, nearly slipping on ice in her dash. The door didn’t open on the first tug, but she freed it on the next and headed down the hallway. Immediately, she shivered—it was even colder in here than it was outside, so she picked up the pace to the bullpen.

She called out, “David? Emma? Hook? Are you allri—” but her words died on her lips when she saw where they were. And then she couldn’t help the grin that broke out; other than her babies, she couldn’t think of anything she’d seen that was more adorable than this. She hoped she didn’t often have reason to see her daughter and husband curled up on the floor with her son-in-law in his wolf form, but goodness, it was precious.

Her phone was still out, so she quickly and quietly took several pictures, but she apparently wasn’t as silent as she thought: big blue eyes were staring at her in the last one.

“Sorry,” she whispered to Killian. “It was just too cute.” He snorted a wolfish laugh in response; at least, she assumed that’s what it was, because Red used to do the same.

She came closer and knelt to gently scratch the top of his head, holding back her own laugh as his eyes closed in pleasure. “Thank you for keeping them warm,” she murmured. His eyes shot open and he gave her a nod, with that same bashful look he got in his eyes whenever he was on the receiving end of praise. She could almost hear the implied “Of course, milady,” that would have normally accompanied that expression, were he in possession of a human mouth at the moment. She had to admit, there was a strange comfort in having a wolf in town again, and though she wished he could have been spared the accompanying trauma at first, she was glad it was Killian. In a lot of ways, it suited him. And she smiled to think of the trouble he and Ruby could get into together.

She roused both David and Emma in succession with quick pecks on the forehead, receiving sleepy grins in return. Emma gave her a quick hug before running into the break room, but David was slow to rise.

Snow watched as he sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, before glancing over at Killian. Wordlessly, her husband reached over and patted Killian’s side. “Thanks, man,” he murmured.

Killian slowly got to his feet, taking time to stretch his oversized canine body. After a final shake, he turned and padded over to David, standing nose-to-nose. For a long moment, they just stared at each other; but then Killian quickly and slyly licked a wet stripe up David’s cheek, and then scampered out of the building before David could properly react.

Snow couldn’t help but giggle first at the shocked look on her husband’s face, then at the way he wiped off the slobber. “Seriously?” he shouted after their son-in-law, just as Emma walked back in holding a bundle of what looked like Killian’s clothes.

“What happened?” she asked, voice still a bit raspy with sleep.

“You need a leash for him,” David grumbled as he stood.

Thankfully, Emma just rolled her eyes and headed out of the station, shouting back, “See you later!”

Snow went up to David to fix his sleep-mussed hair. “Come on—it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No,” he admitted reluctantly. “Just...don’t broadcast it.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned into her as they began to wander out of the station.

“Don’t worry; I won’t tell Wilby, if that’s your concern,” she teased. He snorted as she continued. “But...I’m definitely going to frame that.”

Hope your birthday was just the best and that this added to it!!!

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