Harry Hook X Pan!Reader -Oneshot - Enemies Are Made On Neverland

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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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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Last part:

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.

                                          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.

/Should I add another part? Please let me know. This is my first ever Tumblr account and my first  x reader written ever. I’d love some help towards how to make my tumblr better and my stories, anything you can do to help will be greatly appreciated and acknowledged on every single story I write. Thank you for reading this and taking your time out to fangirl over gifs, photos and mentions of Eric like I do.

                                         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.”

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? 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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Last part:

“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 🤠 🤠