little bird

[laravasilyev]

bythehook​:

James took the glass, eyes on hers as his fingers brushed hers. “What do you know about…” he brought the glass to his lips. “Vivaldi?” Hook’s gaze flickered to the piano on the far side of the room. He was tempted to see just what else she’d do if he asked; he’d heard she’d been quite cozy with Jack when he was captain in his absence, and yet here she was at his doorstep now he was back in the chair. 

Lara raised her brows in anticipation and chuckled in surprise at the strange request. “I’m an artist, Captain, not a musician.” The best she could manage was a butchered version of three blind mice and that wouldn’t impress. In any case, she hadn’t come to play the piano. “If you want music to set the mood, I could put on a record.” 

[laravasilyev]

bythehook​:

Honestly, James didn’t want to be bothered, but after all the plans of battle had fallen short and nothing had happened, he didn’t have the energy to fight to be alone. He also was captain, and knew that after all the uncertainty had suffocated the air leading up to Helena’s fate, he had to be available to his crew. He sighed when it was Lara that entered, and raised his brows at her before managing a small, grim smile. “I would appreciate that greatly,” he said, sighing slightly, and then added before she could get any closer. “I’ll take a whiskey,” and he nodded to the decanter by his bookcase. 

Lara wasn’t thrilled by his reaction to her entrance but kept her composure, figuring he was just tired or busy, and she could win him over with her usual charms. She paused when he asked for a drink, puffing out a surprised laugh. He wasn’t naive and knew what she’d been offering. Still, instead of being petulant she did as she was asked. Perhaps he needed to loosen up first. “Course.” She headed to the bookcase and poured him a drink, adding a little extra at the end to be generous in the hopes he would do the same towards her. She swayed her hips as she brought it over, leaning on his desk beside him. “Anything...else?” 

[juliawvicker]

Samara Weaving as Irma Leopold

Picnic at Hanging Rock ep.01

[bythehook]

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts || open

Exhausted. That was how James felt after everything that had happened with Helena. Exhausted for nothing and everything; the work they’d put in to stopping the wench had been for nothing and everything. There had been no real closure, and no real loss. He wanted to rip her neck open with his hook for everything she’d taken, and everything she’d threatened. He looked at his hands now, still so foreign to him to have both again. She’d taken his hook from him and replaced it with his long lost, long devoured hand, and yet he wasn’t grateful for that. It had been nice to be able to hold Queenie, but it was a constant reminder of what he’d done, of what he’d given up to stop the chaos Helena had been forcing into his mind. He was a monster, and there was no denying it. No matter what anyone told him, no matter the excuses he made for himself, he had done some terrible things to find peace. An innocent child, now missing. He made a mental note; two children lost to the island now. What would Mary say? 

James sat at his desk in his cabin, eyes pointed to the horizon outside his window, gaze blurring as his mind wandered. His rage was always just at the surface these days; the island had chosen to save the witch that had taken so much from him, and had almost taken the whole island down with her delusions of heroism. He wished he had strangled her before the tree had closed around her, but he’d lost his chance. There was a stab of pain in his right palm as he thought of the witch, and he looked down. He hadn’t been sure right away when the witch had been tucked away, but his hand definitely was losing some color, and a very faded scar around his wrist was growing ever more visible. He pulled his sleeve down and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Would there ever be peace in his life?

[laravasilyev]

When Hook had returned, Lara had once again left Starkey at the wayside, as fun as he was she liked the idea of being the Captain’s, and he wasn’t captain anymore. With all that was going on, she wasn’t surprised Hook hadn’t called on her, but with things dying down, she figured it was about time she did something about it. She put on her best dress, low cut and accentuating her waist, she painted her lips the perfect bitten pink, and headed to his cabin. 

She knocked on the door and after a few moments waiting for a response, she got what she wanted and headed inside. “Hello Captain.” Lara smiled flirtatiously, heading towards his desk. “It’s been a while. You look tense, how about I help you relax?”

[wonderfully-weaving]

Samara

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Starkey raised his brows at her words, and despite the urge that flowed every time someone said he was in charge, he didn’t feel like correcting her that it was only until Hook returned. “Oh believe me, I’ve not forgotten you or your…many talents,” he stated, feeling his trousers growing a little tight around his groin as his mind wandered. He turned away from her slightly, looking out over the wild sea. “However, the captain expects everything to run smoothly while he’s gone, and even as welcome a distraction you are,” Starkey turned back, a twitch in his upper lip as he thought of how to word it without being insulting. “I’m afraid if I had my way, nothing would get done on the ship, and I’d be flogged.”

Lara giggled at his coy reference, there was something so fun about teasing Starkey, more than the other guys. The other pirates would probably be threatening if she flirted so heavily but denied access to her body. “Well I don’t want that, even if it would be fun getting there." She leaned her hip against the wood and rested her hand near him on the handrail. “Do you know when he’s coming back?” She asked, he hadn’t really mentioned anything to her and she wondered how much time she had to kill. 

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Jack glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone would see that he was allowing himself to be distracted from his duties, and then closed the distance between the two of them. “Aye, I have been keeping my eye on you,” he commented in a low voice, scanning her body, swallowing slightly at the way the water made her dress cling to her frame. He brought his coffee to his lips again, glancing away from the temptation to grab her close and shag her right there on the deck. He knew she’d left that painting in his cabin to torment him, and despite hating to admit it, it had been working. 

Lara’s flirty smile widened as he stepped in towards her, noting the way he was looking down her body. “Have you? I hadn’t noticed.” She lied. She’d definitely caught his gaze a few times, she was certain of it, but felt like he was holding back because she’d put a stop to his first advance when she arrived on the ship and was set on belonging to Hook, just in case he wasn’t truly okay with it when he’d said he was. “It’s almost like you’ve forgotten me, especially now you’re in charge.”

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

shake and sway me through || open

With Hook off in port, Starkey relaxed a bit into his position of first mate, making his rounds on the ship to make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to. He told off Hobbs and Agate for standing around when they should’ve been battening down the hatches, making sure everything was secure, as it looked as though they were in for another terrible storm. He sniffed distastefully at McCraig, who was tucking into a second helping of breakfast in the galley, before taking a cup of coffee out to the deck. The wind was howling, and the sky spitting down on the already soaked deck. He walked steadily, sipping his brew, as though the whole ship wasn’t moving on the choppy water. His hair hung wet over his forehead now from the rain; his coat offered little protection from the elements, his shirtfront soaked through now as he made his way over to the blonde. “Careful Vas,” he commented behind her, lifting his mug to his lips. “Doubt the captain would be happy if reports reached him that I let you fall to Davy Jones,” he added, before taking a sip.

Lara turned when she heard Starkey speaking behind her, holding onto the railing with one hand just in case. She laughed at the comment though she didn’t believe it for a second. Jack hadn’t seen that hollow look in James’ eyes when he fucked her so rough her moans were close to cries. She might get a little bit of preferential treatment for being his current plaything but if she disappeared? He’d probably just grab one of the other girls from Lark and carry on as normal. “Then you should focus more on keeping me safe, First Mate.” She smiled, there was something fun about toying with Starkey. That’s why she’d left that painting in his room on Christmas Day, just to see the look on his face next time he saw her when he knew she wasn’t wholly available.

[laravasilyev]

shake and sway me through || open

Lara wiped her face with her hand, pushing away the wet hair whipping around her in the wind. The rain was heavy and seemingly non stop for the past few days. She hadn’t felt dry for what felt like an age. For the first time since arriving she missed being in the brothel, under a solid four walls and roof with no risk of rain and waves getting at her. It had gotten dull in her room, or in Hook’s room, she needed some outdoors even if it meant she got sopping wet standing on the edge of the ship. 

[shesnake]

Marion’s legs are the nicest… Miranda comes first for hair. And eyes. And eyes! But I have the best nose! Bosom? You win! Please! … Lips?

Picnic at Hanging Rock (2018)

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Starkey gave a mischievous grin, amused with Lara. He could never tell with the birds, if they were truly interested in him, or if they just wanted to get paid. They had a way of making a man feel like he was the only person in the world when they sunk their claws in. “And what does a pretty little thing like yourself want to be spoiled with?” He asked, squeezing her against him. “Name it,” he added.

“Other pretty little things?” Lara said, reaching up to his hand and toying with his rings. She didn’t expect gifts from her patrons but she liked when it happened, it always brought a big smile to her face. “Or...” She trailed, turning into him more, “That handsome face between my legs.” Lara said, gently placing her finger on his mouth. 

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Jack gave a slight shake of his head, spinning the ring she’d complimented earlier round his finger with his thumb, the arm still resting around her shoulders. “Oh, I think you could do with a bit more spoiling, seeing your desires are…” he leaned into her a bit. “So easy to satisfy,” Starkey grinned, raising his brows at her.

Lara turned into him when he came closer, giggling girlishly and putting her hand on his chest, “You’re right,” The amount of servicing of others she did, having someone focus on spoiling her would be a revelation. Sure she got her kicks sometimes, but it wasn’t the same. “I think I deserve some spoiling.”

[laravasilyev]

bythehook​:

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Lara's time at Madame Lark’s had taught her to be more vocal in bed, men loved to hear they were god-like in the bedroom, but right this second she wasn’t faking when her breath hitched in her throat and strained pleas fell from her lips in a mix of English and Russian. She clawed at his back as his punishing pace had her on the edge, letting out a moan with every rough thrust inside her. There was a slight pain on her thigh but it didn’t register, mind too fogged from the feel of him inside her. Lara sucked in a sharp breath and went stiff as he pushed her over the edge, then relaxed with a whimper and panted heavily. She turned her head into his neck slightly, breathing heavy on his skin as they both came down from their high.

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Starkey arched a dark brow, knowing smile on his lips. “Is that so?” He returned, guiding them down the path that led to the beach, away from the noisy pub and people-littered pier. “And do you always get what you want, Vas?” Jack asked in amusement, adjusting so that his arm was around her shoulders now. 

Lara slipped her hand behind his back, holding onto his jacket and smiled that parted lips, know-it-all smile. “I try to,” though it didn’t always worked and Rory had been the proof of it that evening. She glanced up at him, “Why, do you think me spoiled?”  She giggled playfully.

[laravasilyev]

bythehook​:

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Lara gripped onto the straps on his shoulder, mouth falling open at the rough pace. It was impossible not to look straight back into his eyes, her breath falling heavy and uneven. It was overwhelming and intense and it felt like he was setting her alight from the inside. It got to her quickly, eyes shutting and head pushing back into the mattress with a loud moan. “Fuck, yes.”  

[laravasilyev]

neverlandstarkey​:

Starkey looked away from Colin as the man got a goofy grin on his face, and pulled his jacket on. Hand on the small of Lara’s back, Starkey led them towards the door, heading out into the quickly darkening night. “Bit crowded in there, you know?” He commented, talking more about the table than the actual pub. “Bet the beach is empty,” Jack added, cocking his head to the side as he looked down at her.

Lara smiled slightly as he touched her back and stepped in closer at his side, feeling the warmth off his body. “Way too crowded.” She agreed, mostly referring to Rory, but she knew that he wasn’t. “Sounds good to me, as long as I’ve got you to myself.” She gave a flirty smile and turned into him slightly. “I’ve got to say, I was set on you the second I saw you in there.” 

[laravasilyev]

bythehook​:

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Lara sucked in a breath as she fell down on the bed and drew up her knees slightly. Well if that’s how you want to play... She smiled as her eyes trailed down his chest and settled on where he was working at his belt. There was something about a man looking down at her like that, tall and dominating. With a lick of her lower lip, she outstretched one leg towards him, running the inside of her foot over the side of his hip.