Hihi another thing I wrote for Hook because I'm going through something right now 🙃 enjoy!
Rating: G
Warnings: none, just fluff :)
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Anyone who flew over Neverland at this hour of the night would se the following: a dark jungle asleep save for some chittering insects and owl calls, a glittering waterfall creating sleepy white noise as it poured into a sapphire lagoon where mermaids slumbered for the night, and shadowed mountains that touched the inky night sky and whose sides were illuminated by the pale light of the moon.
A pirate ship was anchored in the deep blue sea, its skull and crossbones tattered flag flapping lazily in the calm breeze. All the inhabitants of said ship snoring and slumbering below deck, dreaming of treasure and plundering and whatnot.
But if anyone were to fly over Neverland and see these sights and see the land asleep, they might just miss the small dinghy boat docked at the sandy shore of a beach. They might miss seeing the only awake inhabitants of the island; two human figures that lay side by side in the navy blue tinted sand that had become warmed from the sun during the long tropical day.
The two figures gazed up at the night sky together, eyes reflecting the soft glow of the many stars that speckled the black.
One's hair was as black at the night sky right then, with eyes as blue as the same sky during the day. He wore a white undershirt and ruby red trousers and had a metal hook for one hand. The other had equally lovely features and spent more time looking at him than at the sky.
The black haired one, a notorious and fearsome pirate captain who owned the ship docked several feet away, didn't seem to notice. He was too fixated on the constellations and patterns the stars were making in the heavens.
Captain James Hook was known for burning down buildings, pillaging, looting....the horrible list goes on. But here he was, lying beside you in awe of the night sky in a tender moment only made for the two of you. No evil plots or schemes (save for the plan of sneaking past the crew to escape to the beach unseen) but just a quiet night gazing up at the stars together.
"Do you know much about them?" You asked barely above a whisper. "The stars, I mean."
Hook turned his head to look at you for a moment, then back up to the skies.
"Some." He replied. "Only the ones that are useful for guiding and location."
You nodded, thoughtfully.
"What about those two?" You asked, pointing.
Hook squinted and stared up into the sky.
"What about them? Do enlighten me."
"Constellations." You answered. "That one specifically..." you trailed off. "represents love."
Hook scoffed. "Love." He repeated bitterly, like the word tasted bad in his mouth. The word hung in the air for a while like a heavy cloud full of rain. The only sound was the melodious crashing of the waves on the sandy shore.
You sighed, looking up at the sky, and broke the silence.
"You don't have to be alone anymore, James."
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and scoffed.
"Who says I'm lonely?" He said bitterly. "I've got Smee. And the crew."
Your heart sank a little bit as he failed to mention you. You shook it off though and met his gaze, serious.
"Mr. Smee's a great first mate, if you think so." You say. "And the crew's loyal and hardworking. But will they actually be there for you? And I just don't mean in battles and plannings."
Hook remained silent, considering your words. You continued.
"Will they be there when you need them most? In your most vulnerable hours when fear overcomes you? Or regret? Or self depreciation?"
Hook's nostrils flared as he started, his temper rising like the mercury inside a thermometer. "I don't have such--"
"Everyone does." You interrupted. "Even feared and ruthless pirate captains."
Hook looked like he wanted to protest, but said nothing. He opened and closed his mouth, but then grumbled.
Again there was silence; rather an uncomfortable one. Turning your body to face him, you lifted your arm and put your hand over his. He tensed like your touch sent electric shocks through his bones.
There wasnt anything that needed to be said. Your gesture said enough, was enough to ground him, strong enough to prove to him that you were there for him and supported him physically and relationship wise.
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"P....perhaps you're right." He said softly, like he couldn't believe he was saying it.
He avoided your gaze and looked at the stars. You could have sworn his eyes started to water.
"Why?" He asked suddenly, almost surprising you.
"Why what?"
"Why waste your time with me?" He said. "Why....you have a kind heart. And a gentle soul. Why show kindness and...and love to an old, ill-famed pirate like me?"
You thought about this. The answer seemed so easy to you, felt so right, but also felt almost too complex to put into words.
"There's good in you, James." You replied. "I can see it. And you deserve to be loved just like anyone else."
He sniffed and you squeezed his hand.
"Really." You reassured.
Captain Hook turned and looked at you with glassy sky blue eyes, really looked at you. His lip was quivering, you noticed.
You smiled softly and leaned towards him, your body shifting the ever changing sand below you and placed a kiss to his cheek.
There's good in you, James.
And you would be there to help him see it, to feel it. Whatever you two were, something caught in between friends, soulmates, or lovers, it felt....right. It was the exact right style for a place like Neverland, which was built on imagination, dreams, and seemed to have quite a backward way of working. But neither of you minded.
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𝜗ৎ Summary: Lucius is back. Kind of. He can get it up now at least!
𝜗ৎ Author's notes: This chapter is in present tense as I thought it worked better so I hope it isn’t too jarring after the previous past tense. You can probably read this as a stand-alone fic if preferred!
Lucius slept in your arms every night from the end of the battle to the date of his trial. You knew that when he was ready, he would come to you, and come to you, he did. The night his fate was determined by the Wizengamot (a light sentence all things considered – a temporary ban on magic outside of simple charms in the home and no further time to be served in Azkaban), you’d fallen into bed together exhausted, and slept through the night in one another's arms. And here we arrive at the following evening…
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Shadows flicker dramatically up the walls as you cross the drawing room. Lucius is before you, lounging with a dog at his feet, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched toward the fireplace. It’s the only light in the room and it makes the chasm of a space feel cosy; something you’d been trying to introduce to the manor, bit by bit.
His steady hands clutch the Prophet folded in front of him, a quill floating easily within his reach. You sigh, smiling at the slow rise and fall of his chest as he considers the puzzle page. Then your eyes fall on the glint of silver by his side — his cane, resting perfectly against the arm of his chair, and your lips curl into a sly smile.
You step closer, the dog at Lucius’s feet lifting his head and trotting over to greet you. You smile down at him, fussing him for a moment until you feel Lucius’s gaze searing into you with more heat than the flames behind the hearth. Your smile falters as his lips pull up at one side.
‘Bed, Prince’ he hisses commandingly yet somehow playfully, and the dog happily scampers out of the room. ‘And you,’ he says darkly, eyes sparkling, ‘do you care to join me?’
‘I do,’ you smirk, and step around to drop onto his lap, your legs between his as you lean into his chest and cast your gaze over the puzzle he’s been mulling over. ‘It’s wrackspurt.’
Lucius raises an eyebrow. ‘What is?’
You point at the empty column yet to be filled by his quill. ‘Invisible brain confuser, ten letters. Here. You already have the a. It fits, see?’
Lucius draws a slow breath and summons his quill, offering it to you with a gracious tilt of his head. ‘And what, dare I ask, is a wrackspurt?’
‘Invisible brain confuser pretty much sums it up,’ you snark.
His fingers grip your chin lightly, turning your face to his. ‘Is that so?’
Merlin. Those eyes really would be the death of you. You squirm a little on his lap.
‘I read about them,’ you said, muffled where his grip was pushing your lips in that delicious way you hoped would lead to more. ‘In the Quibbler.’
‘Ah.’ He drops his hand, satisfied enough; he doesn’t bother telling you what he thinks to your magazine of choice but it certainly explains why he couldn’t solve the last clue. ‘Well done,’ he says instead.
‘You might consider it drivel, but it’s finished your wizardword off nicely.’
‘I said nothing,’ he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
‘Hmm.’ You hand the quill back to him and he sends it floating off back to the writing desk in the corner where it lives.
When his eyes flit back to you, his brow knits in question for a moment before his gaze is drawn down to where your finger is lightly circling the tip of his cane.
‘What-’ he begins, voice a mere whisper, but he stops as you push your gentle touch down the silver, every finger closing around it to caress the shiny snake tip, and back up, and down again before you wrap your hand entirely around it and squeeze.
‘Ohh-’
The quiet little moan was involuntary, and he clears his throat in a fruitless attempt to cover it up, but it doesn’t work.
‘Everything alright, Luci?’ you purr, pumping your hand obscenely slowly around the studded neck.
He nods quickly.
‘Only, you seem a little… on edge?’
You speed up your hand, trying not to chuckle at the way his eyes flick between the movement and your face as he tries to work out exactly how to play this. But it’s not his game, and he knows it.
‘Is something bothering you?’ You tilt your head mock-innocently.
He shakes his head, shifting beneath you in the seat and- ‘Ah!’ Oh, that one was loud. Unrestrained and obvious.
Your thumb swipes over the snake’s head and he’s vaguely aware of your free hand taking one of his, bringing it to your parted lips, taking it into your mouth to suck, moaning around it.
The warmth and the motion is familiar, and with the view of what your hand is doing to his cane, he groans, finally giving in. His chest heaves as he feels you, watches you, touching and sucking so precisely, just the way he likes it but not where he needs it.
His finger leaves your mouth with a pop, trailing down to press between your thighs and you cry out, the cane clattering to the marble floor as you climb up to straddle him instead, trying to regain control.
‘See something you liked?’ you tease, and he smirks up at you.
You trail your hand between your bodies and find his length, hard and throbbing in his trousers. You know he will see relief cross your face, but it doesn’t matter; you can feel it radiating from him, too.
Eager, you rub him over the fabric once, twice – and that’s all it takes. He unravels, bucking his hips up into the friction of your palm as his head drops back, features contorted in pleasure long overdue as it ripples through him, wave after wave of delicious relief.
He doesn’t hesitate to slip his fingers beneath your layers, finding his way into your underwear to rub quick, tight circles until you’re shaking. He plunges the finger you’d sucked inside, pumping fast as you come undone above him, riding his hand like his touch is your lifeline.
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The next morning, when your eyes blink open, Lucius is at the dressing table, perfectly poised in his silk dressing gown, pulling his hair back and tying a neat little black bow to keep it in place.
‘Going somewhere, handsome?’ you ask with a yawn.
He flashes that mischievous smirk – the one that pulls at his lips whenever he’s had an idea that means you’re in for a good time.
‘Lucius Malfoy, what are you planning?’ you smirk back, but he doesn’t answer.
He crosses the space between you slowly, unfastening his robe and letting it slip from his body until it’s pooled around his feet. A pearly bead of precum pumps from his tip, and god, you needed to touch him again, taste him – properly this time, but he doesn’t give you what you crave. Not exactly, anyway. Not yet.
Pushing the duvet aside, he perches by your legs, careful – and freshly moisturised – hands caressing your thighs. Just as you sigh into the motion, he pushes them apart, settling comfortably between them.
‘Darling, I have left you wanting for far too long, haven’t I?’ he groans as his eyes drink you in. ‘Last night was a meagre offering for the length you’ve waited.’
He drops forward to lap gently at your folds and your fingers slip into his hair, pulling at his perfect ponytail while he moans into you like a starved man. Heat licks through your body with every precise swipe of his tongue until your first orgasm shudders through your body.
It does nothing to deter him. His tongue is unrelenting and his fingers join to coax that spot inside that complements the attention of his tongue so deliciously your fingers tear at the sheet beneath you until his tongue tips you over the edge of bliss once again.
Placing the softest kiss to your core, Lucius hums delightedly and sucks his fingers clean as he crawls over you, one hand grabbing your hip and then trailing lower until his elegant fingers curl around your thigh, lifting it around his waist and with a low grunt he guides himself inside.
Finally feeling you wrapped around his length again he stills, eyes sliding shut, forehead pressing to yours. He’s determined to last longer than he managed last night, but he feels like a virgin again after what’s felt like a lifetime without.
Rolling his hips slowly, he groans as your walls clench around him, warm and soft. Your fingers reach to pull at the bow in his hair, loosening it enough for his platinum locks to cascade around his shoulders.
He kisses you slowly as he rocks into you, gripping the headboard. Then his pace switches entirely and he’s slamming into you, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs as the bed creaks beneath you and once again your vision bursts white with stars.
Lucius’s mouth drops open in a silent cry and he spills, hot, inside you, rocking with you slowly again now as he comes down from the high with your legs wrapped around his middle.
He collapses onto you, peppering kisses around your face with heavy breaths as you trace lines up and down his back with gentle fingertips. He moans quietly with every twitch of his cock softening inside you.
You cup his cheek, his tired eyes hot on yours.
‘You fixed me,’ he breathes, the hint of a satisfied laugh lacing his words.
‘You fixed yourself,’ you smile, pulling him down for another lingering kiss.
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