Princess of Hearts
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.”
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?“
“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.”