Thrive // h.h
A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer.
This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.
Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.
She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.
Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.
Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.
Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.
“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”
She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.
“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”
“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”
“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”
Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.
“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”
The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.
“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”
“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”
“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”
The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.
“Your point?” She asks.
The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.
“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”
That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.
Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.
“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”
“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.
“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.
“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”
“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”
With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.
“And if I don’t?” She calls.
And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.
“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.
“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.
“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.
“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”
“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”
“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”
“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”
“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”
“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”
“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.
She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.
“Welcome aboard princess.”
A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”
The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.
“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”
“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”
“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.
Harry takes it gladly.
“After you princess.”
The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.
“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”
“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”
“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.
“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”
“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”
“I like that,” she smiles.
“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.
“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”
Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.
“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”
“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”
She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.
“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.
“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”
Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.
“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”
“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”
“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”
“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.
“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.
Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.
“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”
Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.
“I’m ready for anything.”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.
“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.
“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”
As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eye shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.
Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.
“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.
“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”
“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.
“You love it.”
“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”
“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.
“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.
The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.
“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”
“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”
“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”
The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.
“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”
“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.
“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.
“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”
“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”
Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.
“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”
“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”
“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”
Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”
“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.
“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”
The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.
“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”
“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”
“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.
“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”
“We ride with the tide.”