stuffed bunny rabbit

Jealous - Harry Hook

Request: Can you do a Harry hook x daughter of Hades? 

 Warnings: None I think 

 A/N: I quite like this one!

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 You paced around in circles of yours and Harry’s shared loft. You were absolutely bored without your boyfriend, he had gone to work a night shift at Ursula’s Fish and Ships unexpectedly. Leaving you alone to yourself for a couple hours. Usually you’d enjoy this free time to yourself. But today, you missed Harry especially. He was so spontaneous there was never a dull moment. You guess walking around your loft was better than walking around the Underworld with your father, Hades. 

 Time went on and you were still bored out of your mind. You searched through the whole loft to find something entertaining. Even search around Harry’s closet. Which, to your surprise you found a tattered up, stuffed bunny rabbit with the name “Mr. Cuddles” on it. You laughed to yourself at how much Harry was soft deep, down inside, also how uncreative he was.

 'Mr. Cuddles? Really Harry? That’s all you could come up with? He looks more like a Fredward Montgomery FancyPants The Third to me.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Man, I really am going crazy all cooped up in here.‘ 

 You decided it was finally time to leave the loft and go look for Harry, maybe him and Uma needed help at the shop. You walked over and were immediately greeted with a kiss to the forehead by none other than Harry Hook. 

 "Love, what are you doing here?“ Harry placed kisses all across your face and arms. He was like a puppy greeting its owner after a long work day. 

 "I figured you and Uma might need some help.” At that exact moment Uma came around and put a tray on your hand and gave you a pat on the back. “So I guess that’s a yes?” Harry and Uma both nodded.


About 45 minutes had past and were uneventful, except for Harry flirting with the occasional girl, or boy. Usually it didn’t bother you, because flirting was just part of Harry’s personality. You knew he meant no harm by it, he loved you, you knew that in your heart. But when you saw him flirt with a beautiful girl with big, green eyes, and black, wavy hair, you were livid. She was gorgeous. She looked like a freaking mermaid! The sight of him using his hook to push her hair made your blood boil with rage, and your hair turn to fire. Your hair always did that when you were excited, angry, or embarrassed. Your dad was the former ruler of the Underworld, after all. You were angry, but when the girl blew Harry a kiss, your hair burst into full on flames. Your hands began coming hot and burned the metal tray you were holding. 

You couldn’t take the sight any longer, you had to do something. You marched right over to Harry, pulled him by the collar and smashed your lips to his. He immediately kissed you back and wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Both of you completely forgot about that girl. When the both of you opened your eyes, she was gone. And a sigh of relief escaped your lips. 

 Harry laughed, “What was that for? Not that I didn’t love it, because you should expect more of that when this shift is over… but what for?“ 

You pursed your lips, "Nothing, can I not kiss my boyfriend?” You hair began sizzling once again. 

 "Were you.. jealous, darling?“ Harry smirked and traced his finger across your lips. 

 "Harry Hook! I was not jealous! I don’t get jealous.” Your hair was completely on fire now, alight from embarrassment. 

“Mhm, and that’s why your hair is on fire right, love?” He tried touching it but immediately singed his finger. 

“Alright fine, I was a little jealous. I don’t feel comfortable with you flirting with people like that anymore.”

“Darling, I’m sorry. I never meant to offend you in anyway. I love you, and only you, till the day we die and even after that. I’ve always promised you that, and it’s a promise I intend to keep.” Harry tilted your chin up and placed his lips on yours for a quick kiss. “You know you’re actually pretty hot when you’re jealous.” Your hair got hot with embarrassment for the millionth time that night. “Literally.” Harry laughed. 

You pushed his shoulder, “Hey, I have nothing to be embarrassed about, because I found Mr. Cuddles in your closet today.”

Harry’s jaw dropped and this time he was the one with a fire red hue to his pale cheeks. “Hey, leave Mr. Cuddles out of this! He’s innocent!” You bursted out in laughter and grabbed Harry’s hook off his hand, running away in the process.

“Seriously, Harry? No better name than Mr. Cuddles?” You yelled, so Harry could hear from behind you as he chased you.

You heard him yell “You’re gonna pay for that (Y/N)!" 

 And later once you two got home and were alone, you really did pay for that.