Soothing Words - Harry Hook - Disney´s Descendants
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request: Could you please do a Harry Hook and mals older sister and maybe he comforts her over feeling betrayed by mal. Please and thank you I love your stuff.
requested by: anon
A/N: And again, our beloved Harry Hook. Hope you enjoy!
summary: Being Maleficents oldest, is always the hardest you had experienced. But when your sister leaves without you, you find comfort in the arms of the only son of Captain Hook.
Your mind was racing. The anger in your blood boiled. You hated everyone and anyone. But mostly, your mother and your little sister. Being the oldest of the evillest villain on the island, it just made your life harder. You little sister got credit for everything and you were just the black sheep, that the mother hated the most. When the news came, that Mal had left to Auradon with her friends and without you, the feeling of betrayal became worse. You wanted revenge. You wanted to see your little sister suffer. Suffer, like you did the last past years of your life.
You started to get a job at Ursula´s Fish and Chips and became quickly a part of Ursula´s daughter´s pirate crew. You befriended Uma, the daughter of Ursula, the captain of the crew and you both agreed, that you wanted payback. You felt understood. But this time, you just wanted to punch everyone that was in your way, even your boyfriend, the only son of Captain Hook.
“I fucking hate this! How could she? How could she leave?” The door to your room opened and someone gasped. “You need to calm down, babe.” The accent was familiar and thick as usual. You turned around, your eyes glowing in green. It was a bad sign. You couldn´t control your temper.
The boy came closer, slamming your back in a quick manoeuvre to the wall. “Listen to me.” An animalistic growl left your body, as you tried to wiggle out of his grip. He rolled his eyes and kissed you on the lips. You relaxed. But the feeling of pure betrayal was still stuck in your bones. “Listen.” He loosened his grip and took your hands in his, leading you to your bed. He pulled you down with him. He kissed your temple, as soon your head met his chest.
“I know you. Trust me. Mal is selfish, just caring about herself. You´re going to get revenge. Trust your boyfriend. Trust me, alrigh´?” You simply nodded. It was soothing to hear him saying that. He knew, how to use words and which affect they had on you. He started to tell you a story. A story that was told to him when he was a little child. Now and then he kissed your forehead or you hand. He was the cure to your toxic being.