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
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,
“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
“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
“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
“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?“
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,
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
“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
“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
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
"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
"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
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
"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from
Harry. "What does she mean, follow
“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
"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
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
“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
“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was
“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.
I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down. Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.