Can I suggest a prompt? Rogers and his bare chest with his glorious nipples. If you can and want ;)

Firstly, I love you guys.

Secondly…. i’m gonna go EF/Knightrook with this one if it’s ok??

It was bloody hot. The tower windows were wide open yet there was no breeze flowing through to cool the place down.

Killian lay lethargic in his hammock with nought but his pants on while Alice sat in just a terrycloth diaper, closed-in to her play area by a wall of pillows and blankets.

Since she’d began crawling, he’d had to be careful she didn’t crawl too far and get hurt. 

Despite the blistering heat, he was content. Watching her plonk her wooden blocks and teddy bears around in her makeshift play area. Just the soft coo of her babbles and the movement of her pudgy arms were soothing. 

It was peaceful. 

Killian was content. 

Killian was also exhausted. 

He hadn’t meant to close his eyes but the pull into sleep was overbearing. 

He’s not sure how long he’s snoozed but the fact he’d been neglectful enough to doze off had him snapping his eyes open in panic. 

Where is she? 

Her little voice came from beside him and a mop of blonde hair in his peripheral had him calming within seconds.  

It was then he felt the discomfort.

His skin felt sticky, but not from the heat. His lips tasted of sugar and-

What the hell?!

His upper body was covered in purple gloop. Smears of plum jam lay spread over his chest, neck and face- matted into his hair with visible handprints in some areas. His mouth had been smeared too as if someone had been trying to force feed him as he slept.

And thanks to the heat it had dried into a disastrous type of sticky glue.

It was when he turned to his angelic daughter, he realised she was practically purple. 

Plum jam was everywhere.

How?!

It took a moment to realise his safety wall clearly had done nothing to stop the sneaky little jam addict from finding her way over to the kitchen area while he slept, and help herself to a full jar. 

“Alice..” he sighed. “What are you like, ey?” 

Alice just turned to look at him, big blue eyes telling him butter wouldn’t melt and grinning as she proudly held up a purple smeared wooden block. 

He lifted himself out of his hammock and made his way to the sink, unable to take the sticky feeling any longer.

Once he’d managed to painfully scrub the binding concoction off his stubbled jaw and nipples, he filled the sink and dunked the little scoundrel in, letting her enjoy some splash time while he muttered about the mess being in her ears and between her toes.

Thankfully, the cooling bath had made her sleepy and she was fast asleep by the time she was dried and changed.

He chuckled to himself as he watched her sleep, knowing this would be one of many fond memories he’d treasure about his wee babe.

He turned back to the living area to begin scrubbing the jam off all surfaces. He knew the stench of plums would linger otherwise, and it was already making him feel nauseous.

‘Maybe i’ll switch to marmalade’ he thought as he rinsed the purple soaked rag for the umpteenth time. 

So how about a bit of knightrook... Say, Alice makes a goof and almost injures herself. Her papa catches her in enough time, but he's the one hurt instead.

“Alice, no!“ Killian cried in panic as he watched his precious daughter prepare to launch herself from the middle shelf of the bookshelf beside the fireplace.

He darted across the room and managed to catch her before she hit the tower’s hard wooden floor. He held her in his arms, pleased that she was safe, when he heard the creak behind him.

He glanced behind him and saw that the bookshelf was tipping over due to the momentum from Alice’s jump. He got to his feet and rushed her out of the way, but one of the corners of the bookshelf smacked him in the head as it tipped over.

He ignored the pain in his head as he carefully set her down on one of the armchairs, checking her over frantically.

“Papa, you’re bleeding.“ she said with wide, teary eyes.

“I’ll be fine, love.“ he replied with a tight smile, “What were you thinking, Starfish?“

“I wanted to see if I could fly like the fairies in your stories.“ she admitted with a sigh.

“You don’t need to be able to fly, love, not when I’m here to carry you around.“ he teased, his words managing to pull a reluctant smile from her.

“Do you need help with your head?“ she asked, still looking at the blood that trailed from his hairline.

“No.“ he assured her, “Let’s get you ready for bed and then I’ll sort it out.“

She settled into bed and pretended to be asleep after her usual bedtime story, watching her Papa clean his wound and the dried blood from this side of his head. She knew her curiosity could be a little dangerous at times, but she’d never wanted to hurt him. She promised herself that no matter what, she’d try to never hurt him again.