Uma X Harry Headcannons
I’m new to the descendants fandom so bare with me, I really hope these don’t suck. I haven’t read the books or anything but I just really love these two together. Enjoy.
~They have a mutual understanding about their relationship. No strings whatsoever. If they’re are strings, there are feelings and feelings equate to weakness. Neither of them can afford to be weak, especially on the Isle.
~The physical side of their relationship didn’t start until after the core four left. Mainly because the two were so wrapped up in Mal and all her glory to notice the potential they had. Mal and Uma had a complicated relationship, they were either scheming together or waging war against each other. There was no in between. A relationship like that kept Uma on edge, she didn’t have as much influence as the other VK, nor did her name strike fear into others the way Mal’s did. So she spent the majority of her time watching her back or making sure Mal watched hers. And Harry, he and Mal were known to have a bit of a thing going on, nothing serous but it was enough keep him up at night with thoughts of her.
~They constantly teased each other over their relationships with Mal, well, before she left them.
“ Ay Shrimpy- I mean Captain, working on another failed attempt at undermining Mal."
"You’re hilarious hook, really, I’m dying of laughter. But shouldn’t you be somewhere kissing her ass right about now.”
~When Mal announced she wanted to be good on live TV, it was the ultimate betrayal. Uma didn’t speak to anyone for weeks and after that incident no one but her crew is allowed to mention that traitor’s name around her. Unless they’re bad mouthing her.
~Unlike the majority of the people on the Isle, Harry wasn’t that surprised when it happened. He knew Mal after all, he knew that she longed to be accepted and loved by those around her without having to watch her back 24/7. He knew she wasn’t all bad, no matter how much she pretended to be. He wasn’t shocked, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him. He'd never admit it though.
~The first time they hooked up, it was during the citizenship ceremony. A day where the former villain kids would finally become official productive members of the Auradon society. Mal couldn’t stomach it so she left her mom’s shop and looked for solitude. Instead she found Harry on the black sands of the Isle, looking out onto the untouchable ocean. She didn’t say anything as she sat beside him, for a while the only thing they did was wallow in their own misery. They’ve must’ve been there a whole hour before Harry spoke up. Said something stupid that Uma can’t really remember. She didn’t let him finish before she smashed her lips into his. He didn’t pull away, just kissed her back, harder, faster, needier. They both needed this, they needed to numb themselves.
~Sometimes, in the mornings, whoever wakes up first likes to watch over the other. They enjoy the feeling of seeing the other so peaceful, so free of the problems this cruel world has forced upon them. It puts them at ease. They both never get caught, they’re too sneaky to get caught.
~Harry likes to call Uma love when they’re alone, or with just Gil who’s usually to spaced out to notice. He doesn’t use the nickname in public, he knows better but he doesn’t hesitate to use it when they’re alone. She never reacts but she likes the way it rolls of his tongue.
~Uma taught Harry how to swim. It was a nice experience, one of the purest memories either of them had. The lesson only lasted an hour and a half before things got a little too feely for both of them. It came to close to date material, they never mention it. But to this day, whenever Harry looks out onto the water he can’t help but to think of her.
~Harry’s the only one whose seen Uma without her braids. Sure it was an accident, he wasn’t even supposed to be on their ship in the first place but he needed to get away from the Jolly Roger for awhile. He didn’t know Uma would be there, in the middle of the night, delicately undoing each and every braid. He watched from a crack in the doorway that lead to the captain’s quarters. Her real hair was a big array of aqua and black curls, long and beautiful. He had never seen her look so beautiful. The first urge he had was to walk in and stroke each and every strand. To kiss her shoulders and do things that he shouldn’t do when they were, y'know, doing that. Because if he did those things, this time would mean more than the others. They’d both be vulnerable, in more ways than one and that was something he couldn’t afford to be. So he turned his back and made his way to the black sands, hoping to escape his thoughts of the sea witch. He didn’t succeed.
~Uma is the only one who can read him. The majority of people on the island think its impossible and they’re wrong. He’s just not easy to figure out. To the outside world he’s either as cold as ice, or completely and utterly insane. But she knows of the mask he wears, whenever he feels too much, he’s stone. But he can’t hide the emotions that run wild in his eyes. And when he’s feeling nothing, you’ll see his wicked grin and unprecedented outbursts. His small attempt at forcing himself to feel something, anything. And his eyes, behind the constant eyebrow movements, are dead. She knows this and she’s completely aware of how when they’re alone, his face is like hard. Almost like a statue . She knows he feels things for her, but she’d never hold it against him. She could never do that, she would never want to either. Uma couldn’t hurt him because deep down she knows, she has feelings for him too. He’s not the only one wearing a mask.
~Over the course of their relationship they’ve grown a deep respect and mutual understanding for each other. DO NOT CONFUSE IT WITH LOVE! It’ll never be that…..