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Harry Hook x Pan!Reader -Oneshot - enemies are made on neverland
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Can you please make a harry hook x reader one shot where he reader is Peter pans daughter and she lives in Auradon but she doesn’t fit in
she meets harry and they already knew eachother from when they were kids in Neverland. They’ve always hated each other because they were supposed to be mortal enemies. And this takes place in decedent’s 3? And also the reader is really badass
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Harry Hook x Pan!Reader -Oneshot - enemies are made on neverland
MAGIC_IS_TEA on wattpad
Can you please make a harry hook x reader one shot where he reader is Peter pans daughter and she lives in Auradon but she doesn’t fit in
she meets harry and they already knew eachother from when they were kids in Neverland. They’ve always hated each other because they were supposed to be mortal enemies. And this takes place in decedent’s 3? And also the reader is really badass
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He gets it
UPSIDE DOWN MASTERLIST
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader
Summary:
You don’t know much about Sweet Pea, except for what you hear in the hallways around school. You pass him on your way to and from classes and you’ve perhaps brushed his arm a hand full of times. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you.
That is until you save his baby sister from the Ghoulies all while simultaneously getting involved in a world you want nothing to do with and events you would rather stay out of.
Too bad the Ghoulies have other ideas…
Chapter 1: Girl Meets Instinct
Chapter 2: Girl Meets Revelation
Chapter 3: Girl Meets Trouble
Chapter 4: Girl Meets Fear
Chapter 5: Girl Meets Rebellion
Chapter 6: Girl Meets Opposition
Chapter 7: Girl Meets Anger
Chapter 8: Girl Meets Jealousy
Chapter 9: Girl Meets Certainty
Chapter 10: Girl Meets Betrayal
Chapter 11: Girl Meets Manipulation
Chapter 12 : Girl Meets Tranquility
Chapter 13: Girl Meets Terror
Chapter 14: Girl Meets Sweet Pea
Chapter 15: Girl Meets Violence
Chapter 16: Girl Meets Danger
End: Look for the sequel Head Over Heels!
Harry Hook x reader Master List
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Stolen
Harry Hook x Reader
(AN: so… I love him that’s all)
Warnings: very gently angsty
MASTERLIST
The wind that blew through Auradon was bitterly cold. It stung my cheeks and made me pull my scarf up higher. I normally liked winters here, as they were generally mild. This winter, however, seemed to have other ideas in mind. Snow crunched beneath my feet as I walked, humming Christmas carols on my way. Suddenly I hear shouts coming from the direction of the Enchanted Lake. I start making my way towards the yells slowly, going faster as I start to make out what’s being said.
"Tie him tighter!“
"Go ahead now. Walk!"
"Just push him in already!"
My slow walk turns into a run and I reach the clearing just as I see a group of the lost boys kids push a familiar pirate into the lake. He struggles to stay afloat before going under.
"Harry!” I scream. The boys take one look at me and the fury in my eyes before turning tail and running. I run to the lake, pulling off my thick jacket, scarf, and sweater as I went, now only left in a thin undershirt. I kick off my boots at the shore, not wasting any more time before diving in. My eyes sting against the cold of the lake as I swim down, finally grabbing the back of Harry’s coat. I swam upwards as fast as I could, pulling Harry along with me. When we broke the surface he gasped for air. I helped pull him over to the bank, quickly cutting him loose from the ropes he was bound with. He was shivering, lips tinged blue and eyes wild. I bite my lip softly and helped him sit up.
"Harry, I need to take off your coat. It’s holding too much water. Is that okay?“ I ask gently. He gives a shaky nod and I quickly strip him of his outer coat, replacing it with my own. I wrap my scarf around his neck and pull my sweater and boots back on. I help him stand, wrapping an arm around his waist so he could lean on me. "We’ve gotta get you inside.” He shakes as we walk and I know he must be in shock. I quickly help him inside the dorms.
"Y-ye can j-just d-d-drop me off at m-my room,“ Harry says softly. I shake my head firmly, leading him down the hall to my dorm room.
"No way Hook, you can’t even stand on your own,” I say, unlocking my door and helping him inside. I throw a towel on my bed and help Harry sit down before running to my shower and turning it on, making the water warm but not hot. I come back into the room still seeing Harry shiver. It broke my heart. He looked so scared, so vulnerable. I’d never seen this side of him before. Though we’d been friends ever since he came off the Isle, he’d always been the one helping and comforting me. I squat down in front of Harry, holding his hands. “Hooky,” I say, my voice soft and gentle. His eyes meet mine and I give him a small smile. “I’ve got the shower going. It’ll warm you up and make you feel better.” He nods and I help him stand, taking him into the bathroom. I help him pull off his outer clothes and boots until he’s left in his undershirt and boxers. “I’ll give you some privacy okay? Yell if you need me. I’ll just be right outside the door.” Harry just nods again, turning his back and beginning to pull off his shirt.
A small flush crosses my face and I quickly leave the room. I quickly grab my cell and call Gil, explaining what had happening and asking if he could bring over some comfortable and warm clothes for Harry. With Gil’s immediate agreement and the promise of warm clothes for Harry in 10 minutes, I hang up. It’s only then then I begin to feel cold myself. I strip off my wet clothes, putting them in my hamper, along with the towel Harry had been sitting on. I dry myself quickly, fixing my hair, and pull on a large (f/c) sweater, joggers, and fuzzy socks. A knock comes at the door and I open it, finding Gil holding a fluffy pile of red and black.
"I brought these for Harry,“ he says, holding out the pile. "Do you need any help taking care of him?” I give a small shake of my head.
"I don’t think so. He’s just shaken up right now. I’ve got him in the shower warming up,“ I say, taking the clothes. "Thank you for bringing these. It was a big help.” Gil nods, and tells me to call again if I need anything else. I assure him I will and close the door behind him. I hear the shower turn off and I knock on the bathroom door.
"Ye can come in,“ calls Harry. I open the door and steam greets me. He still stands in the shower, head poking out from behind the curtain.
"I got you some warm clothes. You can change and meet me back outside, okay?” I say, putting the clothes on the sink counter. I leave Harry with that, going back out into the room. I was lucky to have a single room, no roommate to ask questions about ‘why is there a naked pirate in our shower?’ I piled my large bed with all the pillows and blankets I could find. I found two large mugs, filling them with milk and setting them in the microwave to heat. It was then that Harry came out of the bathroom wearing an oversized red sweater, black joggers, and his own fuzzy socks decorated with swords. Eyeliner as smudged down his cheeks and his hair was wet, curls down against his forehead. I can’t help but smile at him. I motion him to the bed. “Come on. Sit down,” I say. He does without complaint and I use a towel to wipe away the black from his face and to dry his hair a bit. The microwave goes off and I pull out the mugs, pouring hot chocolate mix into both. I stir them quickly before popping a few marshmallows in. I take them back to my bed, handing one to Harry and keeping the other for myself. “Be careful Hooky, it’s hot.” He takes a small sip, his eyes lighting up.
"This is so good (Y/N). There’s nothin’ like this on the Isle!“ he exclaims, taking a bigger drink. I just smile at him, happy he was feeling better. We drank our cups in comfortable silence before Harry broke it. ”(Y/N),“ he started, bending down to put his cup on the floor. "I’m sorry.” My jaw dropped. In all the time I’d known Harry Hook, I had never heard him apologize, not once. “I’m sure I ruined yer day. Ye didn’t need to save me.” My brows furrow together as I set my own cup down, pulling Harry to me, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Those lost jerks really did a number on you huh?” I ask softly. Harry stiffens in my arms and I hold him tighter. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. It’s not your fault they can’t get over their grudges. Don’t let the blame fall back on you when you did nothing wrong.” Harry shakes his head, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. We sit like this for a moment before Harry’s voice comes out again, slightly muffled against my sweater.
"(Y/N) why are ye so kind to me? With everything I’ve done in the past… I still don’t know why ye ain’t runnin for the hills.“ I pull away a bit from Harry to look him in the eye.
"Harry, I’d never run from you,” I say softly. “You’ve changed so much here. You’re kind, and brave, and selfless. Even with that annoying smirk and all your flirty jokes.” He cracks a grin at that so I continue. “I know it’s only been half a year with you around, but I care about you a lot Harry. You’re a good guy.” His eyes soften and he moves a hand to cup my cheek.
"I have a wee confession to make,“ he says seriously. "I’ve only been this good to try and impress ye (Y/N). I… I’ve had a bit of a crush on ye since we met and I thought if I could be good enough, then maybe ye would notice a pirate like me.” I smile at him.
"You didn’t have to be good to get my attention. To be honest… I kind of fell for the pirate with the talent to steal all my pens.“ Harry laughed for the first time that night.
"Never stolen lass, just borrowed,” he retorts, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. The action makes me blush. “I do want to steal something right now though.” I raise my brow at him in question.
"Oh? What’s that Hooky?“ Without warning, he leans in and presses his lips to mine. It’s gentle and warm, the opposite of what I’d imagined a kiss from Harry Hook would be like. When he pulls back, he has that stupid smirk on his face. "A kiss. I wanted to steal a kiss.” I pull him back in, this kiss deeper and hotter than the last. We don’t pull away as far this time, leaning our foreheads together.
"You can steal my kiss anytime. You already stole my heart after all,“ I say softly. Harry presses a kiss to my nose laughing when I scrunch it up involuntarily.
"And that is one treasure I will be happy to guard for all my days.”
Hook and Pan
Harry Hook x Reader
(Y/N) Pan is the daughter of the boy that wanted to never grow up, Peter Pan. In the end, despite all of his efforts to remain a kid forever he ended up being a father. But the idea of such a big responsibility scared him so he left (Y/N) after she was born. But the young (H/C) haired girl visited Neverland in her dreams. Her father would tell her stories about the fairies, mermaids that lived in Neverland and about the gruesome pirate that was his enemy, Captain Hook.
Now, (Y/N) was no longer a little girl. Pan grew up (ironically) and made friends at Auradon.
When four villain kids came to the school she didn't heistate to meet and befriend them. After all she saw them as people she could share her shenanigans with. (Y/N) tried to show her prankster, childish, adventurous self to others but telling Audrey her plans of pranking some students got her suspended for a few days. The VKs laughed at (Y/N)s crazy ideas and suggestions and got along with her swimmingly.
While (Y/N) got along with Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay, she didn't join in their trips to the Isle. Unfortunately, while it did seem like a fun adventure she decided to watch from afar to see how it was going to turn out.
Now, she wasn't shy or scared. (Y/N) knew how to put up a fight and how to run away in dangerous places full of obstacles. She didn't fear anyone on the island but she didn't find it necessary to join them. It wasn't her problem and she saw it as something they had to settle themselves.
After the barrier has been broken down, any villain kid that wanted it had a chance to a normal life at Auradon. A ton of VKs wanted that so Ben organized them in 4 person groups. Each group had assigned an Auradon Kid to show them around. (Y/N) being an enthusiastic girl was selected to be one of the guides.
'I wonder who I got~' she thought waiting for the limo door to open. Ben told her he choose them specially for her.
First, a beautiful girl with blue hair that she recognized as Uma, came out. (Y/N) didn't do any research, not needed since all Auradon kids knew who she was at this point. She was surprised Uma wasn't assigned to Mal seeing as the two were friends.
After Uma, the son of Gaston followed. Gil wasn't as known but since (Y/N) has spent time with Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos she heard all about how they teamed up with Uma and her squad. Gil looked enthusiastic, even if he'd already been here.
The last persons to get out were the infamous Harry Hook, a quite gorgeous guy with the most piratey attire you've seen, and seemingly his sister CJ, since the two looked alike, who he was bickering with. These were the kids of her fathers enemy but the moment she saw them, a big grin made its way on her face. (Y/N)s mind was full of ideas warying from befriending them to making their lives miserable through pranks to just being aquantiences with them.
"Welcome to Auradon! The name's (Y/N) Pan and I will be your guide. No need for introductions since I figured out who y'all are~" (Y/N) announced with a smirk and shook their hands.
Uma raised an eyebrow but shook her hand, Gil smiled and said his "Nice to meet you!!", CJ shook her hand with heistation and Harry. . . Harry just returned the smirk.
"So ye know who my father is las?" He asked.
"Yep, and you know who mine is" (Y/N) flashed a grin. "Now onto the tour-"
The tour itself was supposed to be filled with information about the history of the castle but (Y/N) decided to just show them around while making sarcastic remarks and stupid puns that seemed entertaining enough. She got giggles, laughs and smiles from the four. Harry being himself shamelessly flirted to get an embarrassed or flustered reaction out of (Y/N) but what he got back was (Y/N) aCtually playing along and sometimes even responding with her own dumb pick up line, making other crack up at Hooks pink face (he didn't really expect her playin along--)
"Alright, if y'all have got any more questions, feel free to ask me" (Y/N) said at the end.
A couple of sures and nods. While everyone left to their dorms, she felt her arm getting grabbed. Next thing she knew, she was pinned to a wall by Harry.
"hEy calm your thirsty ass and ask me on a date first. I know you want me but I'm not THAT iresistibble" (Y/N) jocked while winking.
And there she goes again, making him a flustered mess. He quickly composed himself
"Pfft yer quite somethin. Can we hang out some time?" Harry asked with a smirk. While he just met her and she was supposedly his enemy he just felt the urge to befriend her.
"Sure thing fishy"
*two months later*
"So you flirt with everyone just to intimidate them? Ugh man I was so hopeful I could be able to see some boy on boy action. Seeing the way you act around Ben I could've sworn you were gay-" (Y/N) rambled, trying to tease/annoy her best friend and crush.
"I ain't gay, give it up lassie" Harry responded looking straight into (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes. "I am pansexual though" he smirked.
"*exaggerated gasp* i knEW YOu were into me!!" (Y/N) smirked.
"I'm not denyin' that" Harry responded jockingly.
For the first time, (Y/N) was seen with a blush that she quickly dismissed and blamed on the sun.
"(Y/N) wer' in a dorm room" Harry said with an amused tone.
"Wait hol' up I meant the heat, not the sun-"
"It's autumn lassie"
"Yeah but it's still warm"
"Whateva' lost girl, I'll let ya have this one. Thou' you look adorable when you're blushin'"
While all of the flirting between them was always jockingly, Harry couldn't help but feel as if there was something more than that. (Y/N) complimented him, helped him when he felt down, stayed with him late at night making dumb jokes and puns,
They shared secrets and used each other as support when things got bad, and yes, friends do that.
But friends don't get lost into each others eyes, don't hold each others hands when they're alone, friends don't hug for whole minutes and friends don't constantly flirt with each other, even if it's jockingly.
Harrys train of thoughts was interrupted by something soft against his lips. He felt his whole face get warmer . . .
Because his was face being covered by a pillow.
"Dude you ok? You kinda spaced out-" (Y/N) began saying.
"I'm fine, don' worry love"
Love. That nickname. Even though (Y/N) didn't show it, it made her feel very flustered but she kept that under her joker facade. The names Harry called her, the way he treated her. . Maybe he saw her as more than a friend too.
Part 2 gunna come out soon
Earth and Sky
Harry Hook x Reader
Warnings: one curse word?
MASTERLIST
<Prologue Part 2>
Harry laid out on the deck of The Lost Revenge, gazing up at the sky. Through the dark clouds and smog that always floated over the Isle, he could see blue skies and sunshine. Occasionally a bird would pass through, it’s cries echoing down. Ever since Uma had passed through the barrier with Mal’s spellbook and disappeared, Harry had taken over as captain with Gil as his first mate. Taking care of the ship and crew wasn’t hard, neither was defending Uma’s, now his, turf. What was hard for Harry was the nagging urge to leave. He hated being stuck on the Isle. He hated being in charge of a ship that couldn’t sail. He wanted to be like the birds above, soaring through the sky with no worries or cares. In short, Harry Hook wanted the one thing that would never come easy: freedom.
~
On an unassuming Tuesday morning, a sealed letter arrived on the ship. Upon reading it, the pirate captain discovered it wasn’t so much a letter as it was an invitation. Uma had been found and had decided to join the core four in Auradon on the condition that Harry and Gil could join her. Needless to say, Harry was a bit shocked. Uma willingly joining Mal? After everything that had happened? At first, Harry ignored the letter. It had to be a trick. The Uma he knew would never abandon her ship and crew for Boradon. A few weeks later, another letter came, this one written in Uma’s script. She explained that she was tired of running, fighting, and hiding in the shadows. She wanted something better and unfortunately, the better happened to be with Mal. Yet, Uma knew that better life wasn’t worth it without her mates. After thinking it over, and talking to Gil, Harry finally wrote back, accepting the invitation.
A few short days later, a black limo came through the barrier, ready to take Harry and Gil away. The two stood at the gate, having entrusted the ship to _. They each had a small case of things they wanted to bring. Nothing too fancy of course. After all, on the Isle things were stolen to be sold and bought to be stolen again. The drive to the Isle was mainly filled with Gil’s talking and questions about the various foods and candies in the car. Harry simply stared out the window, occasionally responding or trying a sweet. He never thought he of all people would’ve been invited to Auradon, much less that he would’ve accepted had the offer come. Yet, as the limo passed through the barrier, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this would be the start of something truly good.
~
Only a month into his new life, Harry realized he’d simply traded being stuck on the Isle, to being stuck in Auradon. At least on the Isle, he was on top. In Auradon he was looked down on, mocked and picked on. He tried his best to keep his temper in check, really he did. After all, if Uma of all people could forgive Mal and Evie, the least he could do was to try and fit in. Nevertheless, as time went on he found himself still only with the villains. He avoided all the royals as best he could.
“They’re nothing but trouble,” he had told Gil when the blonde had thought about trying for the tourney team. “Even if ye make the team, they’ll never let you play.” Despite Harry’s discouragement, Gil tried out anyway and actually made the team, becoming closer friends with Jay and Carlos. So the two groups became one again and had a very strong presence in the school. Yet despite all the people around him, Harry felt more ostracized than ever. It seemed as if he was the only one not clicking with the school. Every time he tried to do good, tried to fit in, it crashed and burned. He wasn’t trusted. So, Harry went back to some of his old ways, nicking small things from students and threatening those who got in his way. He started skipping classes and creating general chaos. Finally, Fairy Godmother had had enough of the pirate’s actions.
“Harry I don’t know what to do with you,” she said with a sigh. They sat in her office, Harry having just been seen threatening Chad Charming for the umpteenth time. The ocean eyed boy just scoffed and slouched down in the chair. His arms were folded across his chest, smirk traded for a small frown.
“It’s not me ye should be worried about. It’s all your sweet innocent princes and princesses,” he said, scoffing with the word ‘innocent’. Fairy Godmother just shook her head.
“I’ve let you run about and create your chaos long enough. I thought you were just having trouble adjusting but enough is enough,” she said, standing up from behind her desk. “As a punishment, you are going to help clean the forest. A few of the boys from the last tourney game made a mess with a prank by the lake.” Harry wanted to argue. To ask, why him? Why not the ones who caused the mess in the first place? Yet, looking at Fairy Godmother with her hands on her hips and the unrelenting expression on her face, he decided it would be better to get it over with.
Yet as he stood in the forest and looked around, he immediately regretted his choice. There was trash everywhere, toilet paper in the trees and candy wrappers littering the forest floor. Harry couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips. He turned, kicking a tree as hard as he could.
“Stupid tourney players. Stupid Fairy Godmother,” he muttered. A soft cough came from behind him. Confused, Harry turned, and there she stood, a girl with the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he’d ever seen holding a black trash bag and a strange pointy stick.
“You know, people kicking trees doesn’t make the nymphs very happy,” she said with a smile. She wore a light blue skirt and white top, simple but elegant. Around her neck hung a simple silver chain with a dainty carriage. Harry was silent a moment, staring at her before his mind caught up with the situation.
“And who might ye be?” he finally asked, taking a few steps towards her.
“I’m (Y/N) Charming,” she said, putting down the bag and the stick to stick out her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Harry Hook.” Harry looked at her hand and just smirked.
Charming, eh? he thought. At least she’s better looking than that gakit brother of hers.
“I think ye mean infamous lass,” he replied, patting the hook fixed on the side of his belt. (Y/N) dropped her hand back to her side, unbothered.
“So are you out here to help clean up the mess?” she asked, bending down to pick up her things. Harry gave a shrug looking around and thinking just how out of place this beautiful girl in her clean pretty clothes looked in all the chaos.
“I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” he muttered. (Y/N) paused a moment at that before walking over to Harry, holding out a second trash bag.
“Well, I’m still very thankful for your help,” she replied, smile still present. Harry just took the bag from her and turned, picking up trash as he went. The two worked in a silence occasionally punctuated by (Y/N)’s humming. Every time Harry began to hear a song he’d look at the girl with curiosity. Every time he looked at her, she’d catch his eye and stop, worried she was bothering him. With the two working together, it wasn’t long until the forest was back to its original state. As they tied off the garbage bags, (Y/N) finally spoke.
“Um, thank you again for your help, Harry.” The pirate just waved her off.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” he replied, sitting down on a rock. His hook jabbed at his side so he removed it, placing it beside him. “Better out here serving my time than with Fairy Godmother.” (Y/N) looked at him in slight confusion.
“Serve your time? What did you do?”
“I got into some trouble. Skipping class, making chaos, borrowing things without permission. Nothing too serious,” he elaborated. (Y/N) just hummed in acknowledgment. A scuffling came from his side and he looked down to see a red, almost pink, squirrel staring back at him. “Beat it ye furry rat.” The squirrel wasted no time obeying the command, but not without claiming a prize. It’s paws wrapped around the hook and before Harry could move, the creature was bounding up through the trees. Harry was immediately on his feet, staring up to the treetops in anger. “Oi! Get back down here! Give that back!” The squirrel chattered, almost laughing. A low growl rose from the pirate’s throat. “I’ll murder ye little beast!” A hand wrapped around his upper arm and he turned back to face (Y/N) with a glare that would send most running. Yet, the girl stood her ground, completely unphased.
“Harry it’s okay,” she said, tone soft and gentle. “I’m sure that we can get it back.” Harry yanked his arm away from her grasp.
“Oh, I’ll get it alright. I’ll get my hook and a nice squirrel dinner.” The girl’s brows furrowed slightly.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, taking another step towards him. A rustling came from above and the two watched the squirrel jump higher and higher into the trees.
“Damnit,” Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair. He’d never had much on the Isle, but he’d always had his hook. Now, even that was taken.
“Don’t worry Harry, it’ll be fine. I can-”
“Ye can just shut up,” he snapped, cutting her off. A flicker of shock passed through her eyes. “Just shut up. I’m leaving.” (Y/N) watched him storm off with a sigh.
“Rosaline?” she called out up to the trees. “Rosaline I know you can hear me.” More rustling came as the squirrel picked her way back down, still clutching Harry’s hook. “That was not a very nice trick you played. You should know better than to take what isn’t yours!” The squirrel just chattered back, indignant. “Yes, I’m sure it was fun for you to see him angry but that’s his hook. It means a lot to him.” The squirrel hops down a few more branches and finally settles on one at (Y/N)’s eye level. “May I have it back please?” Rosaline gives a small huff but picks up the hook and holds it out. (Y/N) takes it with a smile, giving the little squirrel a pet. “Thank you very much.”
~
Harry paced along the length of his room thinking.
What’s the best way to catch a squirrel? What if it’s hidden my hook? Or lost it?
The door opens but Harry pays it no mind, too deeply absorbed in his own thoughts to notice Gil enter, the hook in his hands.
“Hey Harry!” the blonde calls as he enters. The dark-haired boy gives no response. “What are ya pacing around for?” Harry groans.
“A stupid squirrel stole my hook.”
“Ya mean this one?” Harry freezes and looks over before snatching the hook from Gil’s hands. Tied onto the silver curve of the weapon was a piece of paper. Harry pulled it off and opened the note.
I hope that getting this back puts you in a better mood :) - (Y/N)
“Gil, where’d you get this?” he asked, finally making eye contact with his roommate.
“Oh! It was this really pretty girl with (E/C) eyes. I think her name was (Y/N)?” Harry was taken about. How did she get his hook back? And more importantly, what did she want from him now that she had?
“Did she say what she wanted?” he asked, rubbing the hook on his shirt to polish it up a bit before setting it down on his desk.
“I don’t think she wanted anything. She was just happy to give it back. I think she’s just nice,” Gil replied. The girl had seemed very sweet. After giving Gil the hook she’d even bought him a candy bar as thanks for returning it to Harry.
“Kindness isn’t free Gil,” Harry replied cynically. “No one is just nice. Not here, not on the Isle.” Harry turned the hook over in his hands. There wasn’t a scratch or scuff on it. “I’ll just have to figure out what she wants and get whatever favor it is out of the way.” The blonde shrugged, pulling the candy out of his pocket.
“Suit yourself I guess.”
That night, Harry laid awake in his bed for many hours, trying to work out what (Y/N) wanted. She seemed so down to Earth it couldn’t be anything outlandish. Yet… Harry thought about her brother. If the two siblings were anything alike, he should steer clear. Chad had also been outwardly kind the first time they met before completely changing his attitude. Harry sighed, putting the hook down beside his bed. He fell asleep thinking of (E/C) eyes and a plan to get them out of his life as fast as possible.
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What About Love? Part 4~ Harry Hook x Reader
A/N: I hope you guys like the 4th part and that it was actually worth the wait (probably not…it probably sucks like the other parts)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Warnings: Maybe some cursing? I don’t really remember
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Oh god please don’t hit me up with that L word. Please stop moving your face closer to mine, I really don’t want to kiss you when I just told you I wanted to break up.
“Well, if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N.”
Oh great, even better.
“Harry.”
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” he said with a smirk, causing me to snort.
“Harry it’s not a surprise if you were looking for me.”
“Wait a second, this is Harry?” Percy bitterly laughed out.
“Yes.”
“And I’m assuming he’s hooks son?” He questioned.
“How did you know?”
“Y/n he has a hook.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” I replied dumbly.
“So this is why you didn’t want to tell me who the hell Harry was.”
“You didn’t want to talk about me duckling? That kind of hurts,” Harry stated with a fake pout, taking a few steps forward.
“Harry Hook, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Harry slurred out with a tight smile as he continued to stare at me.
“Percy Pan.”
“Oh, a Pan?” He questioned, finally looking away as an amused smirk fell upon his face.
“What is my sweet little y/n doing with a Pan?”
I opened my mouth to make a snarky comment but Percy decided to speak instead, oh joy.
“She isn’t your sweet little y/n, she’s mine. We are dating,” Percy stated as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulder.
I tried to lowkey push him away as I looked over at him. Did I not just say a couple seconds ago I wanted to break up? I glanced over at Harry and I saw his jaw clench. He did not look happy at all. Which was understandable but at the same time wasn’t. To be fair we weren’t dating on the isle so technically I could date whoever I wanted. I mean he practically threw himself on to Uma at any chance he got and I didn’t say anything. On the other hand, he knew how I felt about him and I know how he feels about me so it’s understandable that he’s mad. If the roles were reversed I don’t think I would be too happy.
“Duckling I know we didn’t end things on good terms but running into the arms of my enemy? Doesn’t that seem like you’re taking things to far?”
“I thought you said you were just friends,” Percy mumbled out, trying to pull me closer to him again.
“Percy for the love of god please let go of me! Yes, Harry and I were just friends but I told you I had feelings for him. I don’t know what you expected. And Harry how can you even call him your enemy when you don’t know him?”
“You know what I don’t even know why you’re still talking to this, this thing when I told you I didn’t want you talking to him or even thinking about him,” Percy seethed out, voice raising in levels.
I honestly don’t know who the hell he thinks he is.
“Yeah well I also told you I wanted to break up yet here we are with your crusty arm around my shoulder acting as if you own me.”
This caused Harry to laugh which didn’t last for long since I shot him a dirty look which shut him up.
“Y/n, baby, my sweet little gum drop come one! We both know that was just talk.”
I rolled my eyes at this.
“Seriously y/n, why in the world would you date this son of a-”
“Alright well now that you two know each other I have to,” I stated trailing off looking over Harry’s shoulder as Evie caught my eye.
“I have to go murder someone. Percy we can talk later about us and whatever else you want me to tell you,” I state as I rush past both of them to catch up to Evie as she books it down the hall.
“Hey love what about me?” Harry questions.
“We’ll talk later I guess. Please don’t do anything stupid and don’t hurt or murder anyone,” I rush out.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I roll me eyes at this and pause for a second.
“And Harry don’t think we are cool again. I don’t know how I feel and I don’t really think we can be like how we were before unless I figure things out. I’m sorry.”
With that I left them both standing there wide eyed with the hope that they wont kill each other.
“Now to go murder Evie,” I whispered out, picking up my pace.
What About Love? Part 3 ~ Harry Hook x Reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Holy crap I’m alive!! I am so, so sorry for the wait! Hopefully you all will enjoy this since I’ve made you wait for so long <3
Warnings: Bad language if that is even a warning
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“Harry I would have done anything for you, I probably still would if you were here today.” Debating on if I should wear it or not, I finally gave in and put the piece of jewelry around my neck.
“Ready to go?” Percy asked as I walked out. “Yep,” I said with a small smile as I took his hand in mine and began walking. “Cool necklace by the way, where did you get it from?”
“A friend gave it to me,” I stated as I looked down at it. “Really? Who?”
“I’d rather not talk about it Percy,” I sighed out. With a confused, hesitante look, he gave me a small nod and we continued on our way peacefully. That was until Evie came running around the corner yelling my name. “What’s wrong Evie?” I asked once I saw the look on her face.
“Harry’s here.”
I stood there stunned and confused.
“What the hell do you mean Harry’s here?”
“Exactly what I said! Harry is here and he’s looking for you.”
I stood there silent for what felt like hours. Confused, dazed, nervous, and guilty.
“How am I going to explain to Harry that I’m dating a Pan? Oh god, what does he even want from me? I know if I see him again I’m going to do something I’ll regret. I haven’t really gotten over my feelings for him and if I see him I don’t know if I’ll be able to, ”
“Y/n!” Evie shouted, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What are you going to do about Harry?”
“Who is Harry?” Percy questioned, oh right, I forgot Percy was here. Oh shit, Percy is here.
“Nobody you need to worry about. Evie, please for the love of all things rotten and good, do not and I repeat, DO NOT let Harry find me.”
With a small nod from Evie, I took a hold of Percy’s hand and began walking but of course, I didn’t get too far.
“Wait, who is Harry?” Percy asked again, his feet firmly planted to the ground.
“Percy, I told you, it’s nobody you need to worry about.”
“It clearly is if you won’t even talk to me about them and if you seem tense when the name is mentioned. Now tell me, who. Is. Harry?”
I glanced over at Evie with pleading eyes who only gave me a tight smile and hurried away. Wow, thanks for being so helpful.
“Y/n.”
“Percy.”
“Stop messing around! I want to know who Harry is and I want to know who he is right now!”
“I’ve known you for what, half a year and we’ve only have been dating for like two months! I’m not comfortable talking about it yet. All you need to know is that Harry and I were friends back at home and I used to having feelings for him. As my boyfriend I think you should respect that I’m not comfortable talking about somethings, especially since we just started dating!”
“It doesn’t matter if we just started dating! You know what, I don’t want you to see him. I don’t want you to be in the same room as him, look at him, breathe the same air as him, talk about him, or even think about him! It’s bad enough that I have to share you with the other four evil little devils, I’m not sharing you with some low life that you had a thing for.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I questioned fuming. How dare he think he can control me like that.
“Percy, you are so childish! I’m not some toy that you get to decide who plays with. If I want to hang out with my friends then I am going to hang out with them. If I want to see Harry then I’ll go see him. You haven’t even met the guy!” I huffed out. He really can’t be serious, can he?
“I’m your boyfriend! Of course I get a say in who you can and cannot see!”
“Percy, I am not your toy,” I hissed out taking a step closer to him with every word. “If you really think you can control me like that then maybe we should just break up.”
“You’re only saying that because you want you precious little Harry,” he mocked back.
“What sense does that even make if I just told Evie to keep him away from me?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid and childish right now but can you blame me? You are just so amazing and I don’t want to lose you,” he said, pulling me closer to him.
“I love you y/n,” Percy whispered, out faces nearly touching.
Oh god please don’t hit me up with that L word. Please stop moving your face closer to mine, I really don’t want to kiss you when I just told you I wanted to break up.
“Well, if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N.”
Oh great, even better.
“Harry.”
Sorry for this trash y’all 🤠 🤠
What About Love? Part 2~ Harry Hook x reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
This is going to be a little short so sorry! You all know by now that I never read over my crap so please tell me of any mistake! <3
Request: A harry hook X VK FEM! reader based on the line “How could I convince myself that you loved me” I really love your writing and bless you for your gift. Thanks Bye !!!!
Warnings: None? Maybe a curse word?
*Vanity= Place you put makeup and stuff on
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How the last part ended~ Again, I laid in my bed when I heard a voice call out my name.“Y/n, are you awake?” “Yeah,” I answered the voice, knowing it was just Jay. He climbed into my window and sat next to me. “So have you thought about what you’re going to do?” He questioned me with hope in his voice. Thinking for a few more moments I finally nodded my head.“Yes I have. I’m going to auradon.”
“Are you sure you want to do this y/n?” Evie asked as she helped me pack my belongings. I paused, thinking it over for only a short second.
“Yeah I mean let’s be honest, I don’t have any reason to stay here. I don’t have anyone who cares about me here,” I said with a slight laugh. Evie opened her mouth to speak but closed it just as fast as she opened it.
“Alright guys, is everyone ready to go?”Carlos asked, popping out of thin air. Both of us nodded our heads as we went outside with the rest of the gang.
“Y/n,” I heard his voice call out. “Go away Harry, I’ve made up my mind and I’m going with them. I’m sorry but I have no reason to stay here. I can’t stay here, I’m just not happy anymore. I mean come on Harry it sucks here! How much longer do you think we can survive here? I just, I can’t, I won’t. I’m sorry.” Not wanting to wait for his response I climbed in the limo ready to start my life over in Auradon.
~ 6 Months Later~
“Y/n,” A soft voice called out as I felt something or someone tap me. “Y/n,” the voice called out again.
“Go away Jay, I’m trying to sleep,” I muttered out as I pulled my blanket over my face. With a slight chuckle, “Jay” pulled the blanket off me.
“Jay I swear if you want to live you’ll,” I fummed out only realizing it wasn’t Jay. It was Percy, the son of Peter Pan. Yep, the Peter Pan.The boy finally decided to grow up I guess.
“Percy what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t realize it was a crime to see my girlfriend,” he stated with a pout. Now, I know what you are thinking, “how you could you date the son of Hook’s biggest enemy?” You see the thing is, at the end of the day he is just Percy and Harry is just Harry. Percy isn’t Peter and Harry isn’t his father. I mean yeah I’m sure if Harry were here he would be salter then the sea but he isn’t and so what? Sure I still love him but what can I do? Plus, I never said anything about Uma to him. I mean sure it may be a little different since I actually like her but maybe if Harry got to know Percy…
“Y/n!” I was pulled out of my thoughts by Percy. “Yeah? Sorry I was just in my own little world.” He laughed and pushed me playfully. “Come on, we are going to be late to class. I’ll leave so you can change,” he said exiting my dorm. Rolling my eyes I slowly got out of bed and began to get dressed. Looking over at my *vanity I saw the red shimmer of the necklace he gave me. Walking over to it, I picked the small object up.
“Harry I would have done anything for you, I probably still would if you were here today.” Debating on if I should wear it or not, I finally gave in and put the piece of jewelry around my neck.
“Ready to go?” Percy asked as I walked out. “Yep,” I said with a small smile as I took his hand in mine and began walking. “Cool necklace by the way, where did you get it from?”
“A friend gave it to me,” I stated as I looked down at it. “Really? Who?”
“I’d rather not talk about it Percy,” I sighed out. With a confused, hesitante look, he gave me a small nod and we continued on our way peacefully. That was until Evie came running around the corner yelling my name. “What’s wrong Evie?” I asked once I saw the look on her face.
“Harry’s here.”
What About Love?~ Harry Hook x reader
A/n: Guess who’s writing again……Me!!!!! Thank you for the request love, you are sooo sweet. I hope this is okay, if this isn’t what you envisioned then please tell me. Also, I’m about to add some legally blonde the musical lyrics and On My Own from Les Miz so if you can spot them cool.
Request: A harry hook X VK FEM! reader based on the line “How could I convince myself that you loved me” I really love your writing and bless you for your gift. Thanks Bye !!!!
Warnings: None? Maybe a curse word?
V/P= villain parent
Y/n/n= Your nickname(if you don’t have one then just read it as your name)
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I frowned as I sat on a stool, watching Harry follow Uma around like a little puppy. Ever since we were kids, I was in love with Harry hook. However, that love was only one sided. He only had his eyes set on Uma. Everyday I tried to convince myself that maybe, just maybe he did feel the same way. I would imagine his arms around me and his lips on mine but it was dumb of me to. It always ended the same anyway. It always ended with me on my own. I felt a tap on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Hi y/n,” a cheery voice said. I smiled, realizing it was Gil.
“Hey Gilly, what can I help you with?” I asked. “Harry wanted me to tell you something. What was it again?” Chuckling I stood up from my seat and started walking away.
“Whenever you remember, just come find me,” I called out to Gil as I exited the chip shop. “Wait, I remember now. He said something about not being able to hang out because he had important business to do with Uma,” Gil informed me. I knew it wasn’t right for me to be jealous or angry but I couldn’t help myself. It was always Uma this and Uma that.
“Oh um, okay. Tell him I said it’s fine.” There was a long pause before I finally exited the shop, taking the long route to my house.
“Y/n.”
“Psst, y/n wake up,” I heard that annoying voice whisper out.
“Go away,” I grumbled out as I turned the other way, not fully awake.
“Y/n it’s me, Jay. Get up.” This caused me to shoot up in my bed. “What are you doing here,” I asked one of my closest friends. Harry, Uma, and Gil would kill me if they knew I hung out with Jay. Hell, they would kill me if they knew I hung out with Carlos and Evie. I’m not evil enough to be friends with Mal though.“You have to leave now, if Uma or Harry find out I’m gonna-” I started but was cut off by him.
“Calm down Y/n, I just wanted to ask you a question.” I gave him a confused look but nodded anyway.
“Well Mal, Carlos, Evie and I are leaving the Isle. King Ben has arranged for us to leave. He also invited you since you are V/p child. I understand if you don’t want to go because of Harry and them but you have to think about what’s best for you.”
“How, how long do I have to decided,” I whispered out not knowing what to do.
“Tomorrow night, we leave the next day bright and early.” I nodded my head in understandment as he patted my knee and began to exit my room.
“Harry! Uma! Gil!” I screamed as I walked around the ship. It felt like hours before I finally found them.
“Hey guys I need to talk to you,” I informed them as I walked closer.
“Can it wait Y/n? We are in the middle of important business,” Uma told me, not looking up from the paper in her hand.
“It’s kind of important though,” I told them. Uma looked up from the paper and gave me a dirty look.
“Whatever it is can wait. I don’t care how important you think it is, I don’t care about it right now,” Uma hissed out.
“But,” I started but once again got cut off by someone.
“Y/n, just leave. We don’t want to hear it right now,” Harry snapped. I stood there in shock. Sure, the two of them could get angry but they never snapped at me. Looking over at Gil for some support, he just avoided my gaze. “I’m leaving for auradon tomorrow with Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay.”
All three of them stood looking at me with wide eyes. “What,” Gil asked.
“I’m leaving,” I told them blandly.
“You can’t leave. You promised us that we would leave together. You promised me,” Harry said, taking a few steps forward. I laughed bitterly.
“I was young and naive when I made that promise Harry. I need to start looking out for myself. I can’t keep living in a place that holds nothing for me.”
“Holds nothing for you? What are we y/n?” Harry questioned.
“Harry I should be asking you that question. Whenever I want to talk to any of you you’re always too busy. I’m I not important enough to get two seconds of your day?” Harry looked at me with hurt in his eyes, as did the others.
“Y/n we love you. You’re part of our family,” Uma stated, breaking the silence.
“I’m sorry but I can’t stay any longer. It’s what’s best for me,” I informed them as I turned to go. As I walked off the ship I heard footsteps coming at me at a rapid pace.
“Y/n wait,” Harry called out. Turning around I faced the young pirate.
“Please don’t go love, we need you here. Y/n/n I’m not going to be able to function without you,” He told me as he began to stroke my hair with his hook.
“I have to go Harry, I can’t stay here any longer. If you give me a good enough reason to stay than maybe I will.” Harry paused for a few seconds. I turned back around and started walking back home.
“What about love? I never mentioned love. The timings bad I know but if I made it more clear that you belonged right here, perhaps you wouldn’t have to go,” He stammered out.
“That’s not fair Harry. I have waited years for you to say that and now that I am getting a chance for a better life and starting to move on you confess your feelings? Do you know how many nights I was deprived of sleep because I thought you would never love me. That you only loved Uma. Hell sometimes I would stay up just trying to convince myself that you did love me. Harry I was crazy about you, I still am but I have to do what is best for me and that is to leave. Goodbye Harry.”
Again, I laid in my bed when I heard a voice call out my name.
“Y/n, are you awake?”
“Yeah,” I answered the voice, knowing it was just Jay. He climbed into my window and sat next to me.
“So have you thought about what you’re going to do?” He questioned me with hope in his voice. Thinking for a few more moments I finally nodded my head.
“Yes I have. I’m going to auradon.”
A/n It’s finally done! I have been thinking about making a part two to this or make it into a mini series but I’m not sure if I will. I don’t know if I am happy where it ended because there is so much more that could happen you know? What do you guys think? Should I continue it or should I just leave it alone?
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You hadn’t cried. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to hurt, you just wanted everything to go back to normal.
You stood there and watched as Pepper and Morgan set the wreath with your uncle’s original Arc Reactor adrift in the lake. They asked you to do it with them, but you had declined, you were just numb.
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You barely paid attention to what everyone was talking about, not even catching the name of the man you were shaking hands with, something Lang? You were too worried to care.
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Princess of Hearts
Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader
Word count: 2,221
A/N: this is my first descendants imagine, I hope you enjoy!!
No one dared enter the fish and chips shop after Uma returned from her failed attempt at getting revenge on Mal. Only her and her crew went inside, hence causing business to be at an all-time low. Not that it was usually busy, but Uma needed the money to satisfy her mother, and Harry’s petty theft was not enough to sustain them.
So when a girl in a torn up, bright red dress and white leather jacket walked into the shop, it took everyone by surprise. All the pirates suspiciously eyed her as she entered.
It wasn’t a mystery who this girl was: (Y/N) Heart, the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, was notoriously different from her mother. While the Queen of Hearts was tempestuous, loud, and violent, (Y/N) was a mysteriously quiet and patient girl.
“Well, well,” Harry was the first to approach her, wearing his iconic smirk. He leaned against the wall and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face with his hook. “What ‘cha doin’ here, princess?”
“Just getting some lunch, Hook,” she answered simply as she grabbed his hook, moving it away from her face.
Harry chuckled to himself as he stepped out of her way, mockingly bowing as she walked past him. She sat down at an empty table.
Uma stormed up to Harry and grabbed his collar to whisper in his ear.
“I don’t trust her,” she muttered.
“She’s just getting some food, Uma,” Harry quietly countered her, keeping his eyes glued to (Y/N). "There’s nothing to be suspicious of.“
“She used to be friendly with Mal,” Uma spat. "I don’t care if she’s just here for the chips. Keep an eye on her.“ She slammed a tray with fish and chips on it in Harry’s chest and pushed him towards (Y/N). He approached her table and carelessly tossed the tray onto the table. When she looked up at him, she watched as Harry turned around the chair across from her and sat down in it.
"The waiters don’t usually keep the customers company,” (Y/N) noted as she grabbed a chip.
Harry smirked. "Do I look like a waiter to you, sweetheart?“
"You did bring me my food.”
“Touché.”
They sat in silence as (Y/N) ate her fish and chips with Harry occasionally stealing a chip.
When her meal was finished, (Y/N) nonchalantly tossed a random amount of cash on the table and stood up. Harry immediately followed suit and shot up from his seat.
“Thanks for the food,” she sarcastically thanked with a tight smile, and she turned on her heel, exiting the shop. Harry turned and glanced at Uma, who signaled for him to follow her. He groaned as he went after her.
“You know, villains don’t normally use manners,” he said once he caught up with her. He attempted to wrap his arm around her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged off.
“I’m not a villain,” she responded. "My mother is.“
"But you’re her daughter,” Harry replied, furrowing his brows. "Don’t you at least think you’re evil?“
"Evil? No.” She shook her head. "I’m unpleasant, sure, but not evil. I’m not gonna try to fool myself like Mal did and try to convince myself that I’m evil. I’ll do what I have to do to protect myself in this place, but that’s it.“
"Then I guess you’re on that list to get more VK’s into Auradon,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at the mere thought. To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed.
“Oh god no,” she scoffed. "Just because I’m not evil doesn’t mean I’m gonna go to the land of preppy princes and princesses.“
Harry found himself genuinely laughing at that. Before he could utter a response, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.
"Well, this is my place,” she announced, gesturing to the building covered in red paint. "Thanks for walking me home. It was very gentlemanly of you.“
She walked into her house before Harry could argue that he was definitely not a gentleman. For a moment, he almost forgot that the only reason that he walked her home was because Uma wanted him to follow her.
The next morning, Harry found himself wandering in the general vicinity of (Y/N)’s house, waiting to "accidentally” bump into her. His opportunity presented itself when (Y/N) stood by a fruit stand, examining the apples.
“What a coincidence,” Harry whispered into her ear as he approached her from behind, “finding you here.”
“Didn’t think this was your area, Hook,” (Y/N) quipped, not looking away from the fruit. She didn’t bother to tell him off as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”
“You certainly are,” she agreed with sarcasm dripping from each word. She filled her bag with apples, not paying attention to Harry, who had his chin resting on her shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. She handed some cash to the lady behind the cart and began to walk home, Harry’s arm still resting in the same place.
“Why do you always pay for things?” he questioned.
(Y/N) shrugged. "Because people need it,“ she answered.
"That’s not a very evil-”
“Unpleasant,” she corrected.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right, unpleasant. That’s not a very unpleasant thing to do.“
"It’s not my life mission to be an unpleasant person, Hook.”
Harry stopped before (Y/N), this time, upon recognizing her house. She lightly smirked as he unwrapped his arm from her waist.
“You know,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “it’s not a very unpleasant thing for you to always walk me home, too.” She quickly kissed Harry’s cheek before dashing inside, leaving him standing outside as he fought the blush creeping into his cheeks.
Harry continued to follow (Y/N), as Uma ordered, throughout the rest of the week. Although, for him, it felt less and less like following every day.
He was about to leave the fish and chip shop that day to begin “following” (Y/N), but before he could exit, Uma stopped him.
“Where are you going?” she inquired.
“To follow (Y/N),” he answered as if it was obvious.
“You’ve been following her for a week,” Uma said, “and you’ve found nothing suspicious. I think it’s safe to say she’s not a threat.”
“I said that to you when she came in, but you still made me follow her,” Harry argued.
Uma rolled her eyes. "Whatever, it’s not a concern anymore. Go train instead, you’re gonna get out of shape if you keep spending all your time following this girl.“
Harry longingly stared at the exit for a moment before reluctantly nodding and heading towards the ship, grabbing a sword on his trek there.
He trained with Gil for a few hours before declaring that he needed a break. When he turned around to leave the ship, he spotted (Y/N) standing by the bridge. He smirked as he noticed her gaze scanning his shirtless figure.
"What brings you here, princess?” he asked, grabbing a towel.
She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him. "I-“ she stopped, choking on her own embarrassment.
"Yes?” Harry couldn’t help but allow the grin that was exponentially growing on his face.
“I came here because you weren’t by my house today,” she muttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.
“What was that?” he questioned as he inched closer to her. He knew exactly what she said the first time.
“You weren’t by my house today,” she repeated a bit louder this time.
“But why did you come here?” Harry pressed, continuously moving closer to (Y/N) until her back was pressed against a wall.
“I told you-”
“But that wasn’t really why,” he interrupted her. Her gaze was still focused on the floor, so he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Look at me, princess.“
"I like walking around with you, okay?” she finally burst.
Harry smirked. "That’s all I needed to hear, princess.“ He began to lean in, still gripping her chin, and their lips were millimeters apart when they were interrupted.
"Harry!” Uma yelled, storming towards the ship. Harry groaned as he moved away from (Y/N), resting an arm above her head.
“Sorry, love,” he quietly apologized before turning to Uma. "Yes, Uma?“
"What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking a break from training.”
“With her?” She angrily gestured towards (Y/N). "I told you that you don’t have to follow her anymore!“
"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from Harry. "What does she mean, follow me?“
"Princess, I-”
“You only walked with me because Uma ordered you to keep an eye on me,” she didn’t allow Harry to explain. "You never wanted to spend any time with me.“
"No, no, sweetheart,” Harry tried to cup her face, but she tore it away. “I-”
“All that flirting,” she spat, backing away from him. "God, I’m so stupid, I actually thought that meant something.“
"It did, (Y/N)-” He grabbed her wrist in an attempt to prevent her from leaving.
“Congratulations, Harry Hook,” she scoffed, and Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheek. "You are truly evil.“ She ripped her wrist out of his grasp and ran off.
He stood frozen in his spot, watching her figure fade. When she was out of sight, he started to scream incoherently, punching the wall that he pinned (Y/N) to minutes ago.
"Come on, Harry, you haven’t trained with me for days!” Gil exclaimed after Harry rejected his offer to train for the seventh time. "Uma’s gonna be mad if you get too far out of shape.“
"This is Uma’s fault,” Harry seethed. "If she hadn’t ordered me to follow (Y/N), none of this would’ve happened.“
"Dude, get over her,” he waved the thought off. "Sure, she was hot, but she was kinda lame. I mean, she paid for her food. Who does that?“
"Someone who’s not evil,” Harry muttered and stormed out of the shop. He headed towards the fruit stand that he knew (Y/N) went to, the stand he went to every day since that incident at the ship, hoping that one day she’d be there. Once he arrived and scanned the area, he learned that she, again, was not there.
“Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. He bided his time by perusing the selection of fruits. By the time Harry felt like he had examined every piece of fruit at the cart, he was starting to give up hope. He was about to leave when a voice caused him to perk up.
“Yeah, we ran out of apples this morning, so I’m just running a quick errand and grabbing them,” (Y/N) was explaining to the lady running the stand. Hook’s eyes widened as he silently moved towards her.
(Y/N) reached into her pocket to pay for the apples, but Harry, who stood directly behind her, beat her to it.
“Allow me, princess,” he said, handing some cash to the lady. Both the lady and (Y/N) stared at him with confused expressions, shocked that the notorious thief Harry Hook actually paid for something. “Come on, love, I want to talk,” Harry whispered in (Y/N)’s ear before dragging her off.
They wound up in a dark, quiet alleyway. When Harry finally stopped walking, (Y/N) found a chance to rip her arm out of his grip. She began to run away, but Harry caught her wrist.
“Just give me a minute to explain, please,” he begged her. Taken aback by his usage of manner, she silently obliged and stopped trying to escape. “I messed up.”
“Yeah you did.” It was the first time she had actually spoken to him.
“I know, I know, and I’m a total idiot,” he agreed with her, “and I’m sorry. When you walked in the shop that first day, Uma was suspicious of you. I told her that there was nothing going on, but she insisted that I follow you. I didn’t want to, I swear, but I had to. And every day that I spent with you, it felt less and less like following and more and more like… like-”
“Like what?” (Y/N) questioned, subconsciously inching closer to Harry.
“It felt like we were just spending time together, you know? Actually enjoying it.”
“That still doesn’t justify you leading me on like that just as an attempt to get information,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Get information?” He stared at her quizzically. “I didn’t flirt with you to get information.”
“Then what was it? Am I just a game to you? Harry Hook, the infamous flirt on the Isle, just had to have a crack at me to see if he could do it. Well congrats, you did it. Now you can move on and go pursue some other-”
Before she could finish her ramble, Harry frustratedly grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. He slowly moved forward, backing (Y/N) into the wall.
“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was that?”
“You never seem to let me speak, do you, princess?” Harry grinned before pressing his lips on (Y/N)’s once again, this time allowing her to reciprocate faster. She knocked his hat off his head and tangled her fingers in his hair.
“I’m still mad at you,” she reminded him after she pulled away, fighting a smile.
Harry grinned. “No you’re not.”
Harry Hook x Reader - Descendants Fanfiction Part 2
Word Count: a whopping 1646
It had been nearly two weeks since you had saved that pirates life and he had disappeared without a word. You had woken up after collapsing into a chair next to your operating table, only for him to be gone and the rising sun peeking through your window. The only remnant that he was ever there being a pile of bloodstained rags and your own memories of the night’s adventures.
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“Shit, shit, shit.” You hurriedly shrugged off your jacket and pulled off the shirt you were wearing underneath it. The shirt would serve as a makeshift bandage to apply pressure with, but right now you needed to make a choice. The way you saw it, there were two options. One, you stitch him up right now, using the dim light of a nearby street light and hope it was a good enough job. Or two, your home was only a few blocks away, if you got him there you had everything you needed to help him, but that was only if he didn’t bleed up on the trip there. It was a hard choice. You absentmindedly pushed the boy’s hair back from his forehead, studying the paleness of his skin and how his lashes seem to rest against his face. Option one, or two?
You chose both.
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You walked through the busy market, your hood up and a scarf covering your lower face, usually you didn’t bother with these sort of disguises but lately, things had gotten more dangerous. Gangs were a big thing on the Isle, villains and villain kids warring for their own territory. Turf wars were a dangerous things and fights broke out often, your particular skill set was quite rare on the Isle and frankly, you were the best at what you did, there was no one else. This made you a precious commodity and if one gang were to get their hands on you, it would change things drastically. But if the gangs couldn’t find you, they couldn’t hurt you…or anyone else because of you.
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“Mother above, he’s heavier than he looks.” You hoisted the pirate boy up, closely aware of his wound. You tugged one of his arms over your shoulders and slipped your own around his waist, pulling him closer to you and keeping him upright. “Okay,” You whispered to yourself, “Only a few blocks, you can do this.” You started to awkwardly hobble along the street, the half-conscious pirate glued to your hip, any other bystander watching would just have thought the unlikely pair was perhaps one helping a drunken friend home. You must have looked weird, a small, slender figure dressed in dark colours supporting a tall, red pirate down the street.
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The markets on the Isle were always busy, filled with people of all descriptions doing all sorts of business. Stalls lined the sides of the cramped street, selling whatever you could possibly desire from candles that glowed blue when it rained to secondhand earrings that whisper secrets they’ve heard. You passed a makeshift store that sold necklaces that could hold the heartbeats of their previous owners and kept walking, you had no desire to hear heartbeats of those who were dead. Life was for the living.
A few metres ahead of you a group of men were standing with their backs to you, emblazoned on the backs of their jackets was a scorpion, poised to strike. You subtly angled your face away from them as you passed, suddenly glad of your unmarked new jacket.
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You dragged the boy with you, swerving ungracefully under a beam then pushing some hanging canvas aside to enter your hideout. Your den was hidden up in the attic of an abandoned building with only a small window on one wall, it’s windowsill just big enough for you to curl up on and watch the stars some nights. The main feature of your room, however, was the metal table in the direct middle, its surface covered in various items, mainly medical supplies. Rushing forward, you swept the table off, dragging and shoving the pirate boy onto the cold platform. He muttered deliriously, trailing droplets of blood behind him. Crimson soaked your torn up shirt wrapped around his torso and tugging it off you could see your makeshift stitches had burst. You had quickly done them under the street light in order to keep his wound closed long enough for you to get them home, now you would have to take them out and redo them. Okay, okay. Take the stitches out, sterilise the wound, do the stitches again, bandage it back up.
It was going to be a long night.
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The gifts had started only a few days after the pirate left. They were all small and left inside your attic while you were away only to come back and find them. You knew it must be him, only a few knew where you lived and there’s no way it could be them. The first one had been a box of clean syringes, next, a bottle of white alcohol, they had kept coming after that and only a few days ago you had gotten home to find a new jacket on your chair. You guessed it was his way of apologising for ruining your old jacket with his blood. It was unmarked, leather and patched but it fit you perfectly as if it had been made just for you. You had been delighted to find a number of hidden pockets and pouches, perfect for hiding away several small things. You had been touched by the gift, surprised he would go to such a length.
Continuing down the busy street you came across your favourite stall. Two young girls sitting cross-legging on the hard ground, a sheet of canvas in front of them, covered in random objects. A piece of cardboard in front named the stall, ‘Lost Things”. The odd variety of things was unique, three half-melted candles, one beaded earring, a scrawny teddybear, seven black buttons. Lost Things, you had come up with that name, much to the girls’ delight, it seemed rather fitting. Lost things for an isle of lost people. Both fitting and rather haunting. “Hey, my favourite mischief makers.” You said, watching smiles break out on the two girls faces. “What trouble have you two been up to?”
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It was nearly dawn when he woke up. He couldn’t remember everything that happened last night, just running, a whole lot of pain and someone else’s brown eyes. Instantly on alert, the pirate tried to sit up and collapsed back onto the table, harshly being reminded to one of the few things he remembered from last night. Swearing internally, he took stock of surroundings. The small round was made of wood, and through a window on one wall he could see the sky changing colours for the dawn. Under the window was a small bed, the blankets made of bright patchwork and spread into a messy state of disarray. Just when he was beginning to wonder who exactly this room belonged to, something shifted next to him. He propped himself up on his elbows, ignoring a spike of pain and noticed the girl asleep next to him. One of her arms was folded under her head, softening the hard table, the other was thrown across his bare waist protectively.
Her curly, dark hair was pulled into a hurried bun, wisps and curls of it escaping to frame her oval-shaped face. He couldn’t help but gaze at how the early dawn glow seemed to illuminate her bronze skin and soften the sharp edges of her features. She had a kind of sharpness that many inhabitants of the Isle did, the kind that came from both hunger and fought-for survival. A faded scar decorated the side of her cheek, the faint white line only slightly visible in the morning light. Her breathing was steady and deep, she stirred slightly in her sleep, unconsciously shifting and changing where her arm was across his bare torso, her slender fingers curling slightly and her thumb lightly brushing his skin, making his own breathing hitch.
Blood flecked across her copper skin, his blood, he realised. The same blood that was soaking the jacket the girl was wearing, the metallic scent strong in the air. The girl shifted in her sleep again, revealing a panel of smooth skin on her side. He frowned slightly, leaning forward to brush the jacket back an inch. She was bare under her jacket except for a black bra, brows furrowing slightly in concern he realised that the ripped material he could see on the floor must have been her shirt - it’s colour now unrecognisable from the stain of his own blood. Another movement revealed the sharp curve of her collarbone, and the dip of her chest, he had to resist the urge to look down. He may be a pirate, but he wasn’t that kind of bastard.
Awkwardly inching his way out from her grasp and off the table he began to hunt for his clothing. Examining the stab wound he noticed the fresh bandages and how she must have wiped the blood off the rest of his torso, “Cute.” he muttered to himself.
He hesitated only a moment before leaving, looking back at the girl sleeping on the operating table, surrounded by blood-stained rags and lit up by the early sun. He ignored the feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one that formed ever since he decided to leave before she woke up, one that felt strangely like guilt.
‘I owe her my life.’ He realised. Without her, he’d be dead in an alleyway. ‘A life debt,’ he mused, disappearing from the loft. ‘I won’t forget it.’
Unbeknownst to either of the unlikely pair, just a few weeks later, he would pay that life debt back.
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Descendants Fanfic - Harry Hook - Part One
word count - 1230
warnings - swearing, blood, little bit of stabby stabness
hope u enjoy :)
On the Isle of the Lost, like everywhere else, there was a pecking order. But unlike everywhere else, on the Isle, the bottom of the pecking order was people like me.
Orphans.
In most peoples eyes, not even knowing your villain parent, being unnamed and unknown, was the worst thing to be. Not as bad as being Auradon scum though.
The sound of your feet hitting the rooftop was near silent. You ran across the night black roofs, booted feet barely landing on a surface before flinging off to the next one. You grabbed a pole and swung yourself off the roof, using the momentum to slide down the side of an adjacent building and down onto the street below. The alleyway was unlit and dark, just like practically every other one on the Isle. Your backpack was still safely strapped across your shoulders, thankfully. Enough sudden getaways and sprints had led to your utmost caution for it. Painted on the outside of it was a red and white symbol, something long forgotten and now only you used it. Inside was some of the Isles most scarce and coveted items, medical supplies.
There was no hospitals on the Isle. Another thing you hated the bastards on the main island for. No doctors or nurses, made you the closest thing the Isle had to anything close, making use with the little scavenged and secondhand supplies left. Medi, that what they called you or Doc, even though you despised being resembled to an Auradon. You did actually have a name but it didn’t matter anymore, no point using something that some random stranger gave then left you for dead in the same breath. You’d never met my parents, and honestly, you couldn’t give less of a fuck about them. No point loving someone who never even gave you a chance to.
You pulled your hood up and strode down the alleyway, fingers absentmindedly checking the knives decorating my hips and calves. Only a fool would walk around the Isle unarmed, unlike everybody elses however, yours were sterilized. Infection was the most common way to die on the Isle and despite my best efforts, even you had lost some people to it. Six months ago, you’d been unable to save someone as the infection spread up from their amputated hand, instead you had sat by the mans bed and watched over him as he died. Delirious in his last hours, most of it spent muttering his sons name over and over again. You’d never met the son, and some part of you hoped you’d never have to
You stepped out of the end of the alley and into the street light just as a hand shot out of the dark and grabbed your hand roughly. You spun round, snarling at your surprise attacker just as another voice echoed out of the dark. “Hey!” A small voice yelled, surprising the middle aged man who had yanked at you.
Turning around again to see the voice of your saviour, you spotted a small girl, recognizing her as someone you had treated last week for a long ragged cut up the side of her calf. “What?” The man snarled back, not noticing the red cross on your shoulder that most people watched out for.
You were rarely attacked on the Isle, people were too scared for that. Attack the only medic on the island and risk the chance of her not helping you when it was your turn to bleed.
“Can’t you see her shoulder you fuckwit?” The girl yelled, you fought back a smile at her choice of words, keeping one hand gently resting on the top of the knife at your hip in case he made any more moves.
The man took a pointed look at the badge on your shoulder before hurriedly releasing his grip and stepping backward. “Pardon meh, yer biggest apologies miss. Just tryin to feed the family.” He mumbled, scrambling back. “Please don’t hold it against me.”
You gave him a curt nod and he vanished back down the alleyway. Turning back to the small girl you gave her an appreciated smile. “No problemo,” She said, popping a bubble with her gum. “No one messes with the doc on my watch.” She remarking with a mischievous grin. “How’s that cut on your leg?” You asked, moving down the street with her on your heels. “It’s all fine now, thanks to you. Where you off to?”
“Nowhere in particular, just doing the rounds.”
“Need any help?”
“Nah, its okay. It’s dark, you should probably get back to your home before witching hour.”
“Okey dokey. See ya, Doc.” She grinned, peeling off and disappearing with a salute. You watched her sprint off in the night while shaking your head and mumbling,”Not a frickin dwarf.”
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It was nearly an hour and a half later when you got shoved against a wall for the second time that evening. For fucks sake, what was ever wrong with just asking? This time you didn’t even wait for an explanation, your knife already in your hand and pressed to your assailants neck before your back hit the wall. “What the fuck do you want?” You demanded, it was late and your patience was wearing thin, you just wanted to go to sleep for Isle’s sake. “Hey there Doc.” Came a low but slightly breathless voice, a thick accent interwoven. You peered into the dark and noticed pale skin and startling blue eyes focused on you. Lightly pressing your blade on the boys throat you said in a low voice, “I don’t fully appreciate being attacked.”
“This isn’t an attack, darling. Just a friendly conversation.”
You cocked your head, his blue eyes following the movement, fully aware of the little space between your bodies and his right hand pressed against the wall just above your head.
“I didn’t realize there was this much physical contact in a friendly conversation.”
“Only with doctors as pretty as you, love.” His voice was as smooth as honey but you noticed a breathlessness underneath, brushing it aside you ignored it..
“Well..” You said, rolling your eyes you reached out and pressed on his side to push him away from you, as smooth talking as this stranger seemed you really did just want sleep.
However it seemed fate had different plans to you, as soon your hand connected with the warmth of his skin, the boy let out a low hiss of pain, quickly bringing his hand down to his torsos to shield himself. Bringing your fingers under a streak of nearby light you could see the crimson coating them and that familiar copper smell filled your senses. “Fuck.” You heard the boy say as he collapsed onto the ground, falling into the light of the street. You lunged at him on the concrete, slinging off your backpack and assessing the wound. It wasn’t pretty, blood coated his white shirt and you could hear his sharp intakes of breath. You started to tear the fabric of his shirt and apply pressure when you finally noticed his face.
You felt the blood drain out of your face.
It was Harry Hook.
Hook.
The boy who’s father you had failed to save just months earlier.
His blue eyes focused on your own scared brown ones for just a second before he promptly, passed out.
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Descendants Fanfic - Harry Hook - Part Three
word count - 1648
warnings - swearing (this is harry after all), violence, more swearing, and mild maiming with a splash of stabbing
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Shit, shit, shit. You internally swore as you sprinted down an alleyway, chaotically zipping past scattered cans and rubbish under the afternoon sun. Without even thinking you cut to the left, barely scraping the corner, your boots thumping on the stone ground with each step. Shit, shit, shit.
A few days ago, one of your informants told you that the Scorpions had been asking around for you. Something about a mysterious pirate who had gotten into gambling debts, and that they wanted to send him a message. You hadn’t gotten much sleep since.
You heard yelling behind you and desperately sped up, near missing toppling over someone. You needed to find somewhere safe, anywhere safe. But you were seven blocks away from your hideout and even then, you couldn’t risk them finding that.
The Scorpions were a dangerous gang, everybody knew that, and after years of flying under the radar, shit might have just caught up. ‘Sending a message’ from them meant anything from a quick, bruising beating up to, well, the opposite wasn’t pretty. Normally, they wouldn’t have touched you, but you had helped out with the few other crews recently, and they might have thought you had become too much of a threat. That or it was just some idiot low levels members who wanted to earn their stripes by sending a message to a high up member in Uma’s Crew. Either way, it wasn’t looking good.
Coming to a bustling intersection, just off the market place, you threw yourself into the fray of people, blending in. Quickly pulling off your scarf off from around your neck and wrapping it around into a headscarf. You knew your gifted jacket was unmarked enough to blend in with the crowd but you still knew it would be safer to dump it somewhere secure and come back for it later, a few stalls up you knew a friend who would take it.
But where could you go? Or hide even? Your heartbeat pounded louder than the drumming in your head as you tried to casually stroll down the busy street. Some part of you wanted to go to the docks, where she knew a certain boat would be moored and interrogate a certain red jackass about why these other jackasses were after you. But the docks were past your den, on the other side of the Isle, and you doubted you would even make it to even near your den at this rate. Even if you could get to him, you didn’t even know if he would be there, let alone recognise you or protect you.
You were on your own.
Slinging off the jacket, you go to shove it under the table of a stall next to you. A slim, rickety, near-falling-apart stall with a hastily spray-painted sign hanging above, tended to by a wizened crone with beady eyes who didn’t even pay you a second glance, pointedly looking in the other direction. Erna, her name was. Her hand laying towards you on the wooden bench jerked in a warning in time with sudden footsteps behind you. But too late.
Rough hands grabbed you, one pulling off your makeshift headscarf, the other yanking at your shoulder, dragging you to the side with your half-off jacket mildly trapping your arms. “This is her.” A snide voice snipped as they dragged you off to the side, down an adjacent path, and down another alleyway. Snarling and scratching didn’t make a difference, the two men both bigger than you and pinning your arms painfully behind your back, unable to reach your knives. Any watching eyes quickly attached themselves to the pavement, you didn’t blame them. Watching out for strangers wasn’t exactly a thing on the Isle, loyalty was scarce and even then easily breakable. And you didn’t mess with the Scorpions unless you had your own gang at your back.
You were alone. Always had been.
Concrete painfully slammed your back as they shoved you against a wall. Two men, one of them built and muscly, the other tall and lean with a ripped, hungry look to him. Releasing you, the tall one stayed as the bigger one searched you, pulling off your knives and tossing them to the ground away from you. “Lovely day to be going for a stroll, gentlemen.” You chirped in a cheerful voice, fighting to keep the dangerous mix of fear and pure pissed off-ness out of it.
You felt the man’s hands pat somewhere they shouldn’t have and fought the stronger urge to deck him with the brass knuckles he had just pulled out of your hip pocket. “Hands to yourself, if wouldn’t mind.”
The skinny man sniggered and the other withdrew, satisfied by his searching. “Now,” You continued, “What can I do for you two?”
“You’re going to help us, sweetling.” The tall one replied, his voice smooth as butter, bending gracefully down to pick up one of the discarded blades. You kept your composure. He picked at the knife-edge, inspecting the sharpness. “To, send a message, to a certain someone, a red pirate that our… informants…tell us you helped…patch up a little while back.”
He ran the edge along your cheekbone, leaving a red line in its wake. You had never been more proud of yourself at that moment when you didn’t flinch but met his eyes with a smouldering blaze, and thanked whatever bastard parent had left you that fire.
“That wouldn’t have been you, would it, sugar?”
You remained silent, lifting your chin slightly.
The man -or rather- pretentious prick’s, eyes went even colder. He withdrew from his invading closeness and barked at the bigger one. “Hold her.”
You lunged at to the side, panicking, but got quickly, roughly restrained by brutal hands, shoved against the scraping stone again. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” The big one spoke, for the first time.
You bucked anyway, your mind turning only into blinding panic as he pressed the knife to your skin.
No, no, nononono-I can’t, please don’t, no, no-
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Harry swiftly popped open the latch of her window, sneaking with a panther-like grace and silence into the room. Admittedly, most of his personality was based on a loud swagger and arrogance but you didn’t spend nearly four months working in the rigging after pissing Uma off enough that she didn’t want to see your gorgeous face, without learning some things. He slipped into the cluttered room, going to his pocket to pull out his surprise. Harry would never admit it but he loved leaving these gifts for his mystery saviour. He had been scrambling to find something for her these last few weeks but finally found something he hoped she would like, he knew it wasn’t much but he hoped-.
Something was wrong.
The room was its normal, messy style, with supplies and belongings cluttering the table as usual. But it wasn’t right, half the supplies had been scattered onto the ground, a bottle of clear liquid leaking onto the ground. He frowned, she would never be that clumsy. Harry went on high alert, sweeping round the empty room towards it, reactively bending down to pick it up and set it back on the table. Spots of blood dotted the ground. A chill went through him. Maybe it was just a patient? He hoped. Turning behind him, he surveyed the tarpaulin drapes across the entrance… there was a bloody, smeared handprint against one of them. And more splatters of crimson decorated the floor.
A breath caught in his throat, that was a lot of blood.
He rounded the corner of the table and that breath left him.
She lay crumpled on the ground, a slow-spreading pool of red under her slim form. Her hair was splayed in a halo around her head and her almond eyes were closed, another bloody, handprint out by her hand. No. Harry knelt, the crimson soaking his knees and turned the girl over to see the gaping tear in her clothes and the torn, bleeding flesh underneath. A dim part of his brain faintly registered the fact she was wearing the jacket he gave her, an old one of his that he guilt-tripped himself into giving her. Ripping the thin fabric of her shirt away from the skin to examine the injury, his heart stopped. Scratched-, no, cut, into the bronze flesh next to the wound, was a slashed letter S inside a triangle.
The Scorpions.
Every curse word Harry had ever learnt, went through his head.
This was because of him.
His own nearly healed side throbbed with the ghost of pain. This was all because of his stupid, gambling debts. He had gotten in deep shit and the Scorpions had sent the two, moronic bastards, Ilian and Tyrn. They were fucking pricks. Surprised him while drunk and left without finishing the job, positive they had shivved him well enough to never get a problem again. Cue him stumbling into a random, coincidentally the right, girls arms.
She saved him. And not because of him, two months later, she was bleeding out on her floor.
A pulse stirred under his fingertips and shaken by the movement, her eyelids fluttered. Brown eyes came into slight focus, a glaze of panic over them, her arm weakly tried to bat him off and she struggled limply in his grasp. “No, no, don’t-” She mumbled.
“Hey, hey, hey. Love, it’s gonna be okay.”
He swallowed back a wave of emotion and tried to shake off a sense of dread and the image of a father he never got to say goodbye to. When he asked about it, they had just said that his father hadn’t been alone.
Her eyes became more glazy and unfocussed. She started to drift off.
“It’s gonna be okay,” He repeated, crimson coating his arms, frozen and choked with fear.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
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Draco X Reader (Bullies Have Their Reasons)
Summary: Draco has been patronizing you for as long as you can remember, it is only when Blaise decides to get in on the teasing that things become serious.
Word Count: 1,613
It was a stormy day at Hogwarts and you had just escaped another one of the Weasley twins’ newest pranks, very nearly avoiding the splash zone of a wide angled spell. Rounding onto an abandoned corridor, your footsteps echoed down the almost silent hallway save for the soft drops of water rolling off of the thick paned windows.
Autumn was fading into winter as the days got colder and rain became a more common event. The gradually advancing cold drafting through the long, wide hallway forced you to tighten your robes around you as you hurried back to your common room. Just as you were at the end of the walkway, a familiar voice called out, causing you to stop in your tracks.
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Crossroads
Pairing: Ivar X Reader Word Count: 1700 Warnings: My woobie side is showing, also these boys were god damn vicious to each other so, bullying
Anonymous Requested: Can you write an imagine where Sigurd was never killed and instead was saved by Ivar’s wife? Later Ivar thanks for her preventing something he would’ve regretted.
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“Truth is Sigurd, I would not piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire.”
Your brow furrowed and you kicked Ivar’s chair, him looking at you with an innocent smile. “That was uncalled for.” You chided in a whisper. He waved you off, oh it was all in good humor.
“You have been so jumpy all day.” He teased, tapping your knee while you leaned back and hid your frown behind your hand. “We have won today, the battle is over, relax.”
Sigurd shifted back in his seat, starting with a mock caution, “Well, maybe that’s because… you are not really a man… are you, Boneless?”
You immediately sat up, tense even as you tried to smile. “Now now Sigurd, let’s not be feeding empty rumors. I am not the kiss and tell type but,” You cheered a cup and winked, “I can certainly attest in our consummation.”
“Is that why you are not with child yet?”
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SOLD! (TO IVAR)
IMAGINE BEING SOLD TO IVAR BY YOUR DESPERATE MOTHER.
Warnings: Angst and Fluff.
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“Come on, Y/N! Surely you can move faster than that.” The raven-haired Viking shouted. “I will be forced to begin a countdown if you do not make progress soon.”
“Apologies, Master. I am trying my best to locate it."
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Unrequited Love
Prompt: “I did those things because I was afraid to love you.”
Warning! Eric is super hot but all rights go to the original author of Divergent series and the handsome Jai Courtney for taking such a badass role that many adore. This is purely fanfiction.
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Y/N = Your name E/C = Eye colour H/C = Hair colour
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You remembered struggling to pick which faction you were going to join. Although Erudite-born, you were sure you were Dauntless from a young age, but made a mockery of yourself trying to hide it from others. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of wanting to be Dauntless, it was more or less the fact that you were being bullied enough as it is, and you didn’t want to fuel the fire any more than you had like that one time when you spat your chewing gum in Eric’s golden locks in the middle of the infirmary’s special day visit, making him come in the next day with a shaved head and a glare of vengeance settled directly on you. And a vengeance he did seek.
Thinking about Eric is what made you hesitate over cutting your hand to draw blood, as you didn’t want your blood to drip onto the coal without being absolutely sure this was the path you wanted to take. Were you really ready to face Eric after all these blissful years without him tormenting your every move? Or should you just stay in Erudite where for the past few years, you’ve felt happiest without the constant worry of facing impending doom every morning on your way to whatever it was you were asked of that day.
Sure, you could go to another Faction, but none of them called to you.. and none were your test results.
Glancing over to the team of Dauntless, your long hair covering most of your features, you bit down on your lip and hastily made a decision. Deciding it was now or never and to stop holding the line up, you picked up the knife that shimmered under the fluorescent lighting and cut a wound into your hand without much difficulty, letting the blood work it’s way out of it’s hometown and onto it’s destiny. Right onto the burning coals.
“Dauntless!” Marcus Eaton called to the crowd, just as Dauntless members broke into a fit of cheers and hollering.
You turned to your new Faction with a smile and began to make your way over to the nearest available seat, a satisfied ebbing in the pit of your soul that despite all of your fears, you were brave enough to finally make a stand for what you had always wanted in life, and you weren’t going to let anyone get in the way of that.
Dauntless had always been your calling.
You had always seen Dauntless chasing the train whenever they were sent to Erudite on small recovery missions or simply for meetings, and you had always wished that one day that could be you.. the wind brushing your hair back until it blended with the breeze, the adrenaline as it pumped through your core, imagining the aftershock of getting onto that train, and the achievement it would bring, as well as the bragging rights for if your family came to visit. They had always known you were going to choose Dauntless, always knew you were nothing but Dauntless while growing up, but that didn’t stop them from degrading you and dragging you down about it whenever they could. Just last night they were making wagers over whether or not you would even get onto the train that would take you to your new home or if you would be left behind and then have to fend for yourself with the Factionless.
What they didn’t know was that you had trained for this occasion, because you not only wanted to make an impression on everyone who could possibly be watching, but you also wanted to feel real good about yourself.
As the rest of Dauntless and it’s initiates took off running, so did you. You didn’t find it too difficult to keep up with the Dauntless-born and soon found yourself on the floor of the train carriage, before you scuffled to your feet and leaned out the door, holding a hand out for the one girl you knew wouldn’t make it on in time. The only runner left. An abnegation.
Panting hard as she landed with her palms spread on the carriage floor, she caught her breath before standing up to face you. “Thank you.” She whispered shyly, and you could only nod and offer her a pat on the back. You never had friends in Erudite. Nobody liked you, nobody acknowledged you, and if they did it wasn’t to be nice. You were used to being invisible and walked over, treated like you meant nothing. You never felt like you belonged. You were going to change that while in Dauntless. You were going to make yourself belong no matter what it took, that was your driven motivation. And you were going to have friends. A whole group of them that cared about you and acknowledged your existence more than you acknowledged your demons. Which is a lot.
You were going to start by introducing yourself to the female you had helped, despite it all being a foreign concept to you, you were adamant on trying and to keep trying if you failed. One day you would succeed.
“Y/N.” You held your hand out with a small smile coating your lips, while she looked down to it before letting her own smile seep through, bringing your hands together in a shake.
“Beatrice.” The girl answered with a mumble, causing you to break into a wide and toothy grin. Her own reaction matching yours instantly. “Here’s to new friends.” She spoke quietly, before dropping hand contact with you and turning to observe her new Faction as they made their way towards their destination.
“Correction..” you started, looking around at the carriage full of fresh blood. “Here’s to faction before blood, sister.”
And now here you stood, at the back of the group that had dived from the train and onto the rooftop of a building. Looking around, you saw there were a fair group of you. Around about 20 or so. You knew that had to be the lowest amount of graduates in years since last year there were definitely a larger number of transfers and faction-born’s for each Faction. But looking through the mop of hair, you remembered the vital part of survival within a controlled society was that everyone had the same fertility serum to give everyone and anyone the same, fairest chance at conceiving as the next person.. which lead to a lot of birth control being sold at the local markets because not many people wanted to risk big families like yours did. And that ultimately lead to a decrease in numbers for the graduates this year. However you weren’t sure about the next year because you were the youngest in your family.
The muttering and chatter that surrounded you was hard to make sense of. Everyone was interacting with each other, celebrating by physically embracing each other into a sea of longetivity and shared loyalty. You felt arms wrapping around you and laughed once you saw it was just Beatrice, so you brought your arms up and wrapped them over hers. The laughter and good vibes that hung in the air were soon cut short. Ripped apart by the bark of a voice you knew all too well. “All right, listen up!” came the fierce force of the booming authority laced voice as he gathered the troops into an oval surrounding him. Everyone stared on with questioning eyes as they looked between the man and the hole in the roof. “I’m Eric. I’m one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in. And if you don’t have the guts to jump, then you don’t belong in Dauntless.”
You, however, only saw Eric. Your hands felt clammy and you felt short of breath as you clenched your fists at your side to prevent your fear from earlier to resurface. You were here now, in Dauntless. You couldn’t afford to be anything but brave. But the way his entire appearance had drastically changed since the last time you saw him, sent an unsettling feeling down to the pit of your stomach. You side stepped quickly, hiding behind the tall boy in front of you. You really didn’t want him to see you and start calling you out on your pasts together in front of all these people. You didn’t want to be branded the same here as you were back in Erudite, so you knew from the moment Beatrice offered to plunge herself into the dark hole of abyss of the opening in the roof.
As her body fell, soon more fell after, until it was just you left on the roof and Eric. But he wasn’t looking at you, he was peering over the side of the opening to see if it was safe to send the last jumper. When it was, he lifted his head and turned towards you.
And then your eyes met. And you froze in place. And his eyes narrowed. “Y/N?” His voice came out, barely above a whisper. He took a step closer to you, and you took a step back, your eyes settled on the symmetrical lines that occupied his neck permanently. By the time you raised your E/C orbs to meet his steely blue, you knew instantly that it was a mistake to look your predator in the eyes. “You look different.. healthy.”
Did Eric just compliment you? Was this a set up to a joke and the star of the show was you? You eyed him warily, taking another step back as a precaution. You refused to open your mouth and speak to him.
He noticed your hesitation, how you backed away from his advancing frame. He let out a quiet curse before reaching a hand out towards you, only to have you flinch away before his skin made contact with yours. “Y/N..” he almost pleaded with you as you noted the concern that was etched onto his face. “What are you doing here?”
You moved your eyes to settle on anything but his. And the ground happily swallowed your line of sight, keeping you focused on a small pebble by the scuff of your boot. “Answer me, dammit!”
You flinched, closing your eyes tight to prepare yourself for an influx of pain. But it never came.
When you opened your eyes, you noticed Eric’s eyes were holding yours. Hard. He was closer now, his hand slowly reaching to cup your cheek as he brushed his thumb over your soft skin. “There are so many things I need to say to you. So many explanations.”
You were beyond confused and your features showed it. Your breath was hitched in your throat as you looked at his apologetic frame. Why was your bully treating you like a long lost friend? Clearing your throat, you voiced your thoughts, “Please don’t, Eric.” You pleaded. “I’m not brave enough for this.” Your shaking frame was all the evidence you needed to back up your claim. “I didn’t come here to be reminded of my past, I came here to get away from it and make a new life..” You paused, your eyes closing as a wave of sadness washed over you. “Where I belong.”
The thumb on your cheek stopped brushing, and you felt yourself being engulfed by a set of strong bulging arms. You shoved at the hard build holding you to him, struggling to get out of his grasp. He was adamant, persistent. He was not letting you go until he got to tell you everything he had been wanting to say for many years. He didn’t care that he was holding up the initiation process. You didn’t care either.. but you cared that your bully was once again violating your space.
“I’m not letting go.” He whispered into your hair as he planted his chin on the top of your head, holding your fighting form close to him. “I won’t let you go.” He corrected himself.
You gave up and just stood there, letting your arms fall limp to your side. If there was one thing you knew about Eric, it was that he always did what he said he was going to do. And it was pretty pointless to even try and fight him against it.
When he realised you weren’t going to embrace him back or speak to him, he inhaled sharply. “Y/N.” He was trying to get your attention, for you to hold your head back and look him in the eye.. but you didn’t budge.
Sighing, he ran a hand down the locks that flowed over your back, before assaulting you with words you never expected to hear from him in a million years. “I’m sorry for using you as the base of my anger. It was a cowardly act, and I will spend eternity trying to make it up to you, my love.”
You froze. Tension spreading through your limbs faster than any flesh eating disease could. Suddenly, you had the courage to do what you thought could never be done by you. “Your love?” You rattled the cage he was so desperate to break open. “Your.. love?” You said again, more slowly this time as you managed to wiggle your way out of his grasp. “Have I somehow gone into some kind of parallel universe where Eric Coulter actually has a heart or is this all just some sick game for you?” He opened his mouth to speak but you lifted your hand to gesture for him to keep his mouth shut. He obliged with a furrow of his brows. “You have no right to call me such things!” You brought your hands up in frustration and ran them through your hair as you tried to work out what the hell was going on right now. As you tried to formulate a sentence that would accurately describe the ludicrousy of this entire situation to him. “You..” Your finger jabbed his chest. “You made my life miserable. I was worried about coming here because I didn’t want to see you and be reminded of the shitty years I had when you were in Erudite. I debated staying back in a Faction I fucking despise all because I knew you would be here finding more messed up ways to get into my head and damage everything I am.”
His face softened as his eyes draped down your facial structure, following the tear that just leaked from your left eye. “I don’t have much of myself left anymore.. this is the only thing I have left. Dauntless is all I am now. Dauntless is my salvation, and I won’t let you take this from me too.”
Bringing a hand up, you made a point of adding more force than necessary when you brought the palm of your head heavy against the side of his face. The sound of your skin colliding with his was satisfying to you. Almost as if it were worth the years you spent building up the courage to do it. You walked towards the edge of the opening and lifted yourself onto the wall.
You gave Eric one final stare as he tried to plead with you. “Y/N, please.. just hear me out.” You didn’t know it at the time, but Eric was anything but apologetic. He never wore his emotions so transparent like he was right now. Shaking your head at him, you lifted your arms out to your side and fell backwards.
Eric felt his heart get crushed the moment you stepped back and fell, his eyes settling on the place you were just stood. Quietly, he spoke the words he longed for you to hear, letting them get carried away with the wind.
“I did those things because I was afraid to love you.”