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• Captain Swan Cygnet (Killian, Emma + Hope)
• Rated T (fluff)
• 2k words
• Not Revised (sorry for any typos)
• I had this urge to write a very short fic with some cute Captain Swan Cygnet moments and this is the final result. 
• On AO3 | On FF.net

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Killian let
his body sink into the fluffy cushions of the brown couch. He was a reformed
pirate, but spending an entire day spoiling his five-year-old daughter always
drained the energy out of him. Hope had grown to be a little spitfire, just
like her mother (who was also keen on draining the energy out of him, albeit in
rather different ways). They had spent most of the morning on a treasure hunt
on the docks that he had prepared for her. His little love could have mommy’s
restlessness, but her aptness to find hidden treasure? That was all his.

Lunch had been
the usual hurried affair, with Hope barely chewing the food in her mouth so as
not to waste more of her playing time. Killian and Emma always demanded she sit
and stood still during meals, but the way she occasionally swallowed her food
whole was something they had little control over.

The minute
Killian started doing the dishes, Hope rushed out the door and went straight to
the shed to get her wooden sword. Her sweet request for daddy to join her put a
smile on Killian’s lips as he placed the clean dishes on the dish rack. His
legs were beginning to ache from the treasure hunt, but he ignored the faint tinge
of pain and joined her outside. Everything for his little love. Sword fighting
with him had always been one of Hope’s favorite hobbies, he wouldn’t disappoint
her by telling her daddy was too tired. Perhaps he should be stricter with her
and not spoil her so much. His frequent inability to say ‘no’ to his daughter had
been the source of some arguments between him and Emma over the years, but he
was getting better at it. He was starting to realize that, in order to be a
good father, he couldn’t let Hope do everything she wished all the time. But not
with sword fighting. That would always be the one thing he would never be able
to say “no” to. If Emma was there, she would probably laugh and shake
her head, but it wasn’t like Hope didn’t have his wife wrapped around her little
finger either.

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THIS IS THE CUTEST FLUFFY FIC, thank you for writing it!