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I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff


“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM”
The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“TURN IT OFF”
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS”
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!”
“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

Soulmate AU // Harry

Requested- nope, just had the idea

Summary- harry refuses to accept the reader as his soulmate due to their different social sides

Pairing- harry hook x reader

part two (happy ending)

“Ah yes! Your soulmate is right in here, Y/N!” Jane explained as you two stood in front of a classroom.

You began to fidget as you spoke, “I know you’re not supposed to, but Jane, please give me a hint!”

The girl looked to be fighting with herself as pursed her lips, she looked around the hall to make sure it was empty before leaning in to whisper, “He’s from the Isle,”

You jumped back with wide eyes, “What!? Jane, that has to be a mistake! I-I can’t be soulmates with someone from the Isle!”

“My soulmate is from the Isle too, Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be one to judge someone based on where they came from.” She frowned, looking down at the clipboard she always carried.

You instantly felt guilty.

You reached out and pulled her in for a hug, “I know, I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

Jane rubbed your back as she spoke, “I was nervous when I found Carlos was my soulmate too. It’ll be alright.”

The two of you pulled away with smiles. “Remember, Y/N, there are no mistakes. He’s your soulmate for a reason.”

You nodded at the girl before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

Oh no.

Sitting at a desk was the infamous Harry Hook.

“So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me?” He smirked as he stood and looked you up and down.

You sheepishly nodded, subconsciously shrinking back as he walked towards you. “I’m Y/N, uh your soulmate,”

Harry shook his head and laughed, “I don’t want a soulmate so go along and find someone else - I don’t need this in my life right now.”

Now, as a fairie, you weren’t known to get mad, but right now you were absolutely furious. “What do you mean find someone else? That’s not how this works, Hook. I just had a mini breakdown outside when I found out you were from the Isle and now-”

“That’s it! I’m from the Isle! You just said it yourself, love.” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“B-But there are no mistakes, we’re soulmates for a reason a-nd i’m willing to make this work if you are.” You managed to stutter out which made him roll his eyes.

Harry reclaimed his seat and patted the desk next to him, wanting you to sit down. You quickly made your way to him and sat, being even more nervous than before.

He leaned in rather closely before speaking “Listen, we’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats and not in the way I want to be.” He winked at the end and you already knew you were blushing.

“I-I don’t know what to say that, but like I said before, i’m willing to try and make this work.” You once again tried to reason with him.

Harry sighed and threw his head back, he was in that position for a minute before finally responding, “Fine, we’ll give this soulmate thing a shot.”

A grin formed on your face as you reached over and pecked his cheek which may have made him blush. You knew he’d deny it so you didn’t even bother mentioning it, but you saw the pink tint.

“Just to be clear, I’m not good with commitment, or soulmates or love in general,” He confessed, suddenly becoming shy.

You shrugged, “Neither am I. We’re both new to this so we’ll figure this out together.”

Harry nodded at your words before standing up, “Gotta tell my mates i’m finally off the market.” He winked at you before leaving the classroom.

You needed to talk to Jane as soon as possible. How did she do this was Carlos?

Intentions

Oops this is another Descendants imagine lol
I’m almost done with the Peter Parker one I mentioned, but it’s like 2,000+ words so I have a lot to work on!

Title: Intentions
Pairing: Harry Hook x reader
Summary: Harry intends to find out what your type is, but you play along with his game, pushing his intentions aside.
Word Count: 1,523
Warnings: none 
Notes: Read the sequel here!

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Benjamin, that is just about the-“

           "Stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Ben finishes for you. There’s a flicker of hurt on his face as he speaks. “They still deserve a second chance, Y/N.”

           Your features soften, frustration fading. Ben was facing a lot of scrutiny as king, and he needed all the support he could get if he was going to allow Uma, Gil, and Harry to come to Auradon. As his best friend, you owed him some faith in his actions.

           "I guess,“ you finally answer. Ben cracks a smile. "But don’t expect me to be best friends with them.”

           Ben pauses, smile dipping just enough for you to notice. You groan as a look of sheepish charm washes over Ben’s face.

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Shy (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

A/n: This is probably my favourite idea for an imagine that I’ve had in a long time. I hope you guys like it
Requested: Yes!
Words: 3770
Warnings: Angst (not a lot but it’s there)

Prompt:
A: It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me
B: Are you fucking serious
A: What?
B: I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You

You had always knew you were different to the other kids on the Isle. Always. Even as a toddler you were clearly set apart from the other villain children; choosing to sit and watch their boisterous behaviour instead of partaking in it yourself. You were unmistakably good, there wasn’t a hint of bad in you. Unfortunately, your father Shan Yu, possibly the most ruthless and merciless of the villains, was not the most accepting of your passive behaviour, so you dreamed of Auradon, a place where thought you wouldn’t feel like a stranger in your own home. You couldn’t help it, you had no interest in terrorising others or making their lives miserable, instead you wanted to make friends, you wanted to help people, you wanted to learn.

When Ben eventually accepted all of the villain kids into his kingdom you thought all of your wishes would come true. You had a fresh start, a chance to surround yourself with people like you, a chance to be happy. It turned out there really was no people like you. You were instantly shunned by the princes and princess’ at the school once they figured out who your father was, turning there backs on you immediately as if his actions where your own. There was no chance of forming a friendship with any of the VK’s, you had exhausted that possibility many years ago, you were too fundamentally different to them, so you found you were left by yourself once again. To be honest, you had kind of grown accustomed to your own company and didn’t mind being alone. You began to realise that Auradon wasn’t so different to the Isle, sure it was cleaner and fancier but it could be just as lonely and isolating.

Despite little change when it came to friendships, you had discovered one new thing about yourself since arriving at Auradon; a distinct love for reading. The first time you stepped foot in the school library, you felt suddenly giddy, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stared at the seemingly never-ending shelves of hardbacks, tracing your fingers across the spines. As reading and academic interest in general was frowned upon back on the isle you had never even known libraries existed, so you took it upon yourself to make up for lost time. Any spare time you would have you would spend reading, curled up in your special corner of the library as you slowly worked your way through the endless collection of novels. It was quiet and you rarely saw people there but it was just how you liked it, peaceful and un-interrupted, fully submerged in whatever universe you were reading about. Then one day, completely by accident, everything changed.    

Harry ran down the corridor, a wicked smirk plastered across his face as he sprinted from the enraged Tourney players behind him. The pirate may have been fast, but he knew they were faster, Chad leading the angered mob. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put fish guts in their Tourney helmets, he thought to himself as he sped around a corner. Then he glanced back at the remnants of the slimy filth dripping from Jay’s hair as they charged after him and sniggered. Who was he kidding? He lived for the adrenaline rush. Still, while they were still behind him, he ducked out of their way, running through the doorway of a random classroom instead of continuing down the hallway. He pressed his face against the glass panel in the door, crouched down watching the Tourney players run straight past where he was hiding, sighing in satisfaction. Harry, slumped with his back to the door, laughing to himself as he caught his breath, slowly looking around the room he was in. It was bigger than he had anticipated and certainly not a classroom, the space occupied by neat rows of bookcases, overflowing with novels but was seemingly empty. His blue eyes scanned the corridor, in case anybody was still out there looking for him. The coast was clear, so he jumped up, gripping the door handle before stopping. Harry’s head whipped around as the pirate froze. He could have sworn he heard a noise.

A soft giggle, barely audible but a giggle all the same, that’s what Harry thought he heard. He brushed it off, putting it down to paranoia, and went to leave the room again. He was interrupted. Another giggle, this time louder, more prominent. He knew he wasn’t hearing things then and took a step towards the noise, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to work out where it was coming from. He trod carefully through the maze of book shelves, trying not to make a sound when he saw you. Instinctively he ducked down, hiding behind more books as a small smirk stretched across his lips.
“Now who are ye?” he whispered to himself as he fixated on your small frame, curled up beside a fireplace, holding an old book in your hands. A hint of recognition flickered across his eyes as he watched you grin at the hardback, beginning to laugh even louder at whatever you were reading. He was mesmerised by you, intrigued by how absorbed you were in the story, grinning to himself as huge belly laughs escaped from your lips.
“Where do I know ye from?” He said to himself, chuckling quietly from your infectious laughter. He rested his hand on a pile of binders as he craned his neck further to study you better, jumping backwards as he knocked them to the floor.
Your nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the book you were reading and shooting up.
“Hello?” You called out, hoping there would be nobody there to answer you.
Harry was half-way down the hallway before you could take another step.

He was back again. Why? He had absolutely no idea, but the next night he found himself back in the library, hoping you would be there too. Harry wasn’t disappointed, as after filtering through the aisles of books he found you in your familiar corner, this time wrapped under a blanket, a small lamp beside you. Making sure he was hidden from view, he watched you again, trying to stop himself from chuckling.
You were reading a horror book and it was fair to say you weren’t enjoying it, but you had vowed to read every book in the library in alphabetical order and you could hardly back out half way through the the ‘A’s. You read a particularly frightening sentence and slammed the book shut, holding it at arms length away from you, before painfully slowly re-opening it. You read another word and shut it again, this time staring at the novel as if it was the devil incarnate itself.
That was the point when Harry lost it, having to bit down on his own hand to stop himself from bursting out laughing.

It had been over a week since Harry saw you the first time, and he had returned to the library everyday to find you. Every time he would find you in the arm chair beside the open fire, the little crevice of the castle you had claimed as your own. It had been over a week since you had felt like you were being watched, and you were starting to feel slightly unnerved. Every time you would convince yourself you were just feeling paranoid but something was telling you to trust your instincts.

When Harry entered the library one evening he was confused. As he walked towards your usual spot,  but he couldn’t hear a thing, no snorts of laughter, no gasps, no occasional tutting. Silence. He frowned a little before it clicked. You weren’t there. The armchair was complete empty, the fire hadn’t been started, there was no pile of books on the floor.
“Where are ye then?” He asked himself, puzzled.
“Who? Me?” You replied triumphantly from behind him, arms crossed and tapping your foot as you gave the pirate boy a knowing look. He shot around, unable to figure out a response, so instead choosing to stand with his mouth open. So you weren’t going crazy
“Oh come on,” you laughed, no longer intimidated by the boy “Don’t tell me the infamous Harry Hook is at a loss for words”
Harry relaxed, slightly shocked that you weren’t weirded out by him, and flashed you one of his signature smirks laced with a little insanity. He was curious as to how you knew what he was.
You grinned back at him, as if reading his mind.
“I mean, this kind of gives it away doesn’t it,” you motioned towards the sliver metal of his hook, glinting in to the dim light.
He smiled again, licking his bottom lip slightly.
“Ye know for someone who spends all there time in a library ye don’t half talk a lot” Harry teased, regaining his smug demeanour and taking a step towards you.
He tried to reach his hook to meet your face but you turned on your heels before he could.
“And for someone who spends all there time stalking people you are oddly confident”
“Touché” Harry laughed, following you as you collapsed into your armchair.
“What do you want Harry” you grumbled, unimpressed that the boy was invading your reading time.
He leaned back on the arm rest and grinned at you, deciding that he wanted to know more about the mysterious library girl.
“Nothing,” he said innocently enough but still with a devilish gleam in his eyes “I came here to read”
You rolled your eyes.
“We’ll go do it somewhere else, this seat is occupied” you replied, retrieving a book from your bag and opening it to the first page.
“Well if ye insist,” whispered the pirate, walking away from you.
You tilted your head, that was far too easy. You were kind of disappointed that Harry had left so soon but you dismissed the thought and started to read, happy to be left in the quiet. That was until, you hear the screech of wood against the library floor.

“Harry! I told you to leave!”
“Nu-uh, ye told me to get my own chair,” he said smugly, dragging one of the libraries benches from the other side of the room to the fireplace “So I did”.
He winked at you
“You are ridiculous”
“I think ye mean endearing”.
The bench was now directly next to your chair, Harry sprawled out on it, his hands behind his head in a mock super model pose. You giggled.
“You’re not seriously, going to stay here are you?”
“Ye already know the answer to that question sweetheart” Harry whispered.
“I can’t believe you” you said under your breath but seeing Harry’s two piercing blue eyes stare back at you charmingly, you relented.
“Fine, read this” you thrusted a book into his arms, “But I have rules. You don’t talk to me and I don’t talk to you”
Harry smirked.
“You won’t even know I’m here”

You knew he was there alright. Every five second the boy tried to talk to you and in the hour you had been sat there you hadn’t even finished the first page of your book.
“Just put me out of my misery sweetheart and tell me ye name” he pined, creeping closer to the end of his bench and you.
“Shut up and read your book Hook”
“I am reading,” he protested “Ye know I can be very persuasive when I want to be”
Harry was whispering to you, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered a little, not used to being this close to somebody. Annoyed, you pushed Harry playfully by the shoulder away from you.
“If I tell you will you leave me alone”
“I’m not making any promises” You jabbed him in the ribs “Okay! I’ll leave you alone”
Harry wiggled away from you and picked up the book, pretending to read it. You did the same, returning to your novel. Neither of you could concentrate on any kind of story, taking it in turns to steal glances at one and other when you thought they weren’t looking. It was Harry who caught you first.
“I can see ye looking at me ye know” he said raising an eyebrow.
“L-looking at you? Pffft I’m not….. looking at you” you stuttered embarrassed at being caught. You were a terrible liar.
“You’re sitting right next me. I can see ye”
“W-well then you need to get….. some glasses”.
After realising how terrible your excuses were you made eye contact with Harry again. The two of you tried to keep straight faces but faltered, laughing until you cried and your sides actually beginning to ache. When the sniggers finally subsided you turned to the pirate.
“My names Y/N Yu,” you said at last causing Harry to sit up.
“I thought I recognised you from the Isle” he replied, looking at you slightly differently.
“I doubt it. I have never really been a people person. Nobody really remembers me”, your voice sounded slightly sadder than you had intended it to, so you shut your mouth abruptly.
“I remembered you” Harry stated quietly, before, for the first time that night, picking up his book and  starting to read it.

It had been months since your first encounter but you and Harry had grown in-separable. It baffled everybody, the quiet shy bookworm and the obnoxiously flirtatious pirate, it wasn’t a mix that most expected to work. But it did. Soon friendship progressed to something much more. You understood Harry unlike anybody else, your relentless kindness something he had been missing but craved. Harry was fiercely protective of you, threatening to hook anybody who gave you any trouble. Yes, you knew it was a little much, but he was trying. Neither of you had any trouble admitting you were madly in love with the other. You and Harry still had your nightly reading sessions, only now you shared the armchair, you curled up on his lap, your head against chest. Harry would rest his chin on the top of your head, reading over shoulder and kissing your forehead occasionally, your bodies engulfed by a thick tartan blanket. Often, you would fall asleep like that and Harry would carry you back to your dorm, careful not to wake you. It was perfect.
For a while.

*teeny tiny time skip*

“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” You exclaimed, you pouted at Harry who just laughed at you and ruffled your hair.
“Has anybody ever told ye you’re over dramatic?”
“I’m being serious Har! The library is shut! All day!”
He chuckled at you again.
“I guess ye’ll have to sit at an actual table at lunch and actually talk to people”
You sighed melodramatically and Harry copied you, mocking your movement.
“I’d watch it Harry, you’re forgetting who my father is. I could have you flattened on this floor in a second”
“Y/N, ye may indeed be the daughter of Shan Yu, but ye haven’t flattened anything in your life”
You swatted the back of his head.
“I’m in a bad mood” you grumbled quietly.
“Come on Little Miss Yu, we’re going to sit with Uma”

You and Uma had a mutual dislike for each other. The kind of mutual dislike for each other that often caused countries to go to war. Which was a shame, her being your boyfriends best friend and all, but you tried to not let it bother you. Uma had begun to hate you since Harry started spending more time with you, annoyed that he no longer wanted to try and destroy Auradon. She lost her shit when she caught him reading a book in his room instead of training one time.
“I thought you hated Y/N” Gil said goofily as you and Harry sat down at Uma’s picnic table.
“I do” Uma said bluntly, giving you a death stare. You pretended to ignore it, instead pulling out a piece of chocolate cake from your bag. Harry sent a warning glare back to Uma.
“Well I think Y/N’s very nice,” Gil added, giving you a genuine smile and nodding his head.
You smiled back. Gil might not have been the sharpest knife in the draw but he was pretty harmless.
“She always was, wasn’t she. So nice”. Uma spat, sneering at the word nice as I it was an insult.
“If you’ve got a problem with me, I can go you know” You stood up for yourself, imitating Uma’s tone.
“Fine by me”
“Uma,” Harry growled, an fierce edge in is voice
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot you developed feeling for the girl. Did you forget she was just part of the plan”
“Uma, shut it!” Harry banged his fists on the table.
“The plan?” You nearly choked on your cake.
“Oh honey didn’t you know” Uma said with fake concern “He only dated you because I told him to”
You spat the remaking chocolate cake out.
“What” you whispered venomously, staring at Harry who was sat with his mouth wide open.
“I thought we needed to expand our crew a bit so I told him to go out and find some vulnerable girl who would follow him blindly. Don’t know why he chose you though, you’ve always been weird haven’t you. Always been a loner. Always been a fr-”
“UMA ENOUGH!” Harry screamed.
You felt suddenly dizzy, black hazing your vision. Harry tried to grab your hand but you snatched it away. You were crying now, your heart slowly shattering. Turning around you stumbled away as quickly you could, as far as your eyes could see.

You ran into the woods, needing to be as far away from the school ,and the people in it, as possible. You were sobbing now, heaving and wailing like a child, as you sprinted. Refusing to stop, you ran deeper and deeper into the forest, your legs snatching on brambles and the wind biting at your cheeks. You never wanted to go back. How could you? The only person that had made Auradon bearable was Harry but it seemed even that was just some cruel joke. You stopped only when you thought your lungs would collapse, throwing yourself down beside a tree trunk.
“She’s right,” you blubbered to yourself “I don’t belong here. I don’t belong on the Isle. I don’t belong anywhere!”.
Your thoughts where interrupted by the snapping of a tree branch. You peered behind a tree defensively, to see a familiar pirate stood behind you.
“Y/N darling, Ye know that’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard”

He attempted to pull you into a hug but you refused.
“Harry,” you started.
“Uma’s a liar. Ye knew that already, she’s temperamental that’s all, she doesn’t mean anything she says-”
“Harry, don’t bother” You pulled away from your embrace, slumping back down to the ground.
Harry sat beside you.
“Don’t bother with what?” He asked softly, sweeping the hair away from your face with his hook so he could look into your eyes.
Before you could get lost in them, your tore your eyes away from him his.
“Stop pretending that you love me, or that you care, or that I mean something to you. It’s only hurting me more.”
Harry grabbed hold of your jaw, and twisted it towards you so you would look at him.
“You’re seriously not saying all of this because Uma threw a hissy fit are ye?”
“No actually. That’s the sad bit, I’ve been thinking about it or quite some time”
“What the hell are ye on about now!” Yelled Harry suddenly exploding, taking you slightly be surprise “Ye know I’d do anything bloody for ye!”
You ignored him, continuing your little speech.
“Do you know what people say when they see us together. They think how the hell did he end up with that, they think that-”
“When did I ever care what people think? When did ye ever care what people think?” He was still shouting, his yells echoing around the forest trees.
“I’ve always cared,” you whispered so quietly it could have gone undetected.
Harry heard though and got to his feet
“Then why don’t you care what I think then, eh? Because you know full well I love you!”
You stood up beside him, tears still streaming down your face.
“It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me”
“Are you fucking serious” Harry whispered, cooling down again and turning towards you.
“What?”
He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go no matter how hard you squirmed until you eventually melted into his touch.
“ I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You”
“Harry,”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“I love you too”
You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in the unmistakable scent of the ocean that never seemed to leave the pirate. Standing on your tiptoes you reached up and planted a short kiss on Harry’s lips, before lowering down and simply staring at him.
“I was going to wait till ye birthday but-”
Harry pulled away from you, untucking a small pendant necklace from his shirt and took it off. He placed it carefully in your hand, folding over your palm and pushing it gently to your chest.
“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.”
“Harry, it’s beautiful but… But I can’t take this from you,” The necklace was small and ornate, a silver crescent moon charm adorning the chain. You rubbed the cool metal between your thumb and forefinger.
“I told ye,” Harry whispered with a smile “It’s yers”
You flung your arms around his neck and he picked you up, spinning you around and round in circles until you begged him to put you down.
“We should probably get back Har” your said, still feeling a touch dizzy.
“Yer right Y/N. I’ll race ye back to the library,” Harry winked, twirling you around a final time.
“You know full well it’s closed, why torture me like that? You know we can’t go”
“Yeah well yer forgetting I’m a villain Y/N, breaking the rules is what I do”
You stared up at the boy you loved one more time, gazing at the way his eyes shone in the dappled sunlight.
“Harry Hook,” you stated “I’ve never met a more lovely villain”

Soulmate AU Pt.2 // Harry

Requested- surprisingly by a lot of yall

Summary- it’s taken harry a while, but he’s finally accepted his soulmate especially after something happens (does that make sense idk im sorry)

Pairing- harry hook x reader

AN- this is the ‘happy’ ending, there’s gonna be an alternate one where things don’t go as planned soo keep an eye out for that! also, i couldn’t do smut just bc it didn’t feel right?

part one

“You sure Harry is okay with me being here?” Jay asked for the third time as he sat on your bed, books sprawled out in front of him.

You shrugged, “I don’t see why he wouldn’t be. We’re just studying, now c’mon, I can’t find my book so we need to share.” You explained as you moved to sit closer to the boy.

Harry walked down the hall with a grin on his face, he was on his way to your room and he couldn’t be more excited to see you. After months of hanging out and getting to know each other, he had developed feelings for you and he was finally going to admit them to you.

Until he opened the door and saw you sitting rather closely to a certain former VK. His stomach dropped when he saw how you giggled at whatever Jay had said. That was supposed to be him making you laugh, not some other guy.

“Harry!” You beamed, going towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you close to him, even as you tried to pull away.

“What’s he doing here?” Harry asked, glaring at the boy who quickly got up from your bed and gathered his stuff.

You playfully slapped Harry’s chest before turning your attention to Jay, “Where are you going? We haven’t even finished the chapter.”

Jay was about to respond when Harry cut him off, “You two were too busy giggling to even study…” He grumbled.

Ignoring his comment, you waited for Jay to answer. He looked between you and Harry before stuttering out an excuse about being late to tourney practice.

You thought it was odd but shrugged it off.

“You know, I came here to tell you something, but now i’m just gonna go. Feel free to catch up with Jay,” Harry faked a smile and turned towards the door.

It took you no more than a few seconds to realize why he was suddenly acting so cold, “You’re jealous.”

Harry scoffed as he turned around, “I came to tell you about my feelings for you and I see you all cozy with a thief.”

“He’s not a thief!” You defended, but paused once taking in his words. “Y-You  have feelings for me?”

He shook his head, a sarcastic chuckle coming from him, “You defended him before addressing what I said. I’m leaving.”

You couldn’t let him leave so you did the only thing you could do, you started to beg, “Please don’t do this, don’t walk out the door.”

Harry didn’t even bother looking at you before walking out of the door.

―•―•―•―

Crying wasn’t do anything, you knew that, yet here you were with tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t realized it, but you loved Harry. Sure he was cocky and sarcastic and rude at times, but he was changing and everybody saw that and credited you for the change,

An almost inaudible knock sounded from your door which made you get up.

“Evie, I don-” You began, but stopped once seeing who it was, “Did you need something?”

Harry sighed, “I care about you, lass, lot more than I want to admit.”

Scoffing, you shook your head and walked back into your room leaving him at the door, “What do you want me to say, Harry? You left without letting me explain anything! I shouldn’t even need to explain myself though, I was just studying with him!”

The silence coming from behind you made you turn around and to your surprise, Harry was wiping his eyes. He was crying.

“Can I say something then if you don’t like it, you can tell me to leave, yeah?”

You nodded, taking a seat on your bed as Harry began pacing in front of you.

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like a-and I haven’t felt that in so long. When i’m with you, i’m happy and I can’t lose you - I won’t lose you. I realized we’re meant for each other and we can’t change that.” He rushed everything out so fast you barely understood him.

Tears began to well up in your eyes once again as you walked to him, “Kiss me,”

“Wha-” He began.

“Harry please-”

Then his lips were on yours. You two have kissed before, but this time it felt different. There was more emotion and passion it it. Harry held your face in his hands as you gripped his shirt.

Pulling apart, you spoke, “You haven’t lost me and you’re not going to, okay? I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you. Like I said the day we found out, we’ll figure this out together.” You held his gaze as you talked.

Harry nodded, “Together.”

And you did end up figuring it out together. 


TAGS - @toomanybooksnotenoughsleep , @fireandice-sage , @bekahpaik , @lose-a-fight-to-an-alley-cat , @lahey-trash , @mysticsthinking

The Makeup Artist

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @notsoinnocent13

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – The reader is the makeup artist for the three main pirates on the set of descendants 2, although the reader is older that Thomas he still consists to flirt with her none stop.

Warnings – none… I don’t think.

Word count - 1417

Originally posted by sinammon-rolls

“Okay, all done” I said to Dylan, just finishing his makeup for today’s filming. I’ve being working on the set of descendants 2 for about 4 months now, I was put in charge of the pirates make up, China, Thomas and Dylan, aka Uma, Harry and Gil. I’ve loved every minute of it and have really gained a close bond with the three cast members. “I’m exhausted” Dylan moaned flopping down of the chair next the one he was just sat in. “I can tell, I almost had to use an entire tube of concealer on you.” I chuckled back at him. China then walked in and I began her make up. “What scene are you filming today” I asked “the ‘what’s my name’ shoot” China replied excitedly, “awesome, I’m totally going to come to watch it” I said with a smile. “I’ve been rehearsing the dance non-stop” she added “you’re going to do awesome” I complemented. Once I finished her makeup China left to go do some last minute rehearsals with Louise. I looked over at Dylan who was half asleep in the chair, “god help the poor kid today” I chuckled to myself thinking about how he’s going to be dancing today.

“THOMAS DOHERTY TO MAKE UP” the speakers, placed around set called out. I smiled lightly to myself, Thomas was a great guy, but incredibly flirty. Moments later he walked into the trailer, “Morning!” his Scottish accent rang out full of energy and high spirits. “Someone’s in a good mood” I chirped, “ah, that’s because I get to see you this morning lass” he chuckled sitting down in the chair, again with the flirting. I rolled my eyes and began on his hair, putting in some jell and spiking it up. “Vuala, my masterpiece is complete” I chuckled at myself, applying the last smudge of eyeliner around Thomas’s eyes. “Your all done kid” I pronounce leaning on his shoulder, “why are you always calling me kid” he whined… just like a kid, “because to me, you are” I chuckled and started to put all the makeup into a travel bag ready to take down to the set ready for touch-ups later, “your only three years older” he winked. I giggled lightly as his flirtatious gaze. I nudged his shoulder a little “go on, go act” I ordered with a chuckle to the two boys in my trailer. They both left and I continued packing away.

Moments later I received a notification from Instagram:

@thomasadoherty mentioned you in a post

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Thomasadoherty once again done up by the professional @y/n_beauty ❤

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Chinamcclain we’re rotten, true talent @y/n_beauty 👸

Thecameronboyce best in the business! 🙋

Dylanplayfair1 fixed up my terribly dark eye bags this morning #truelegend @y/n_beauty

y/n_beauty your all to kind! 😘❤

I smiled at the picture as comments before heading out of the trailer and off to set.

I arrived on the set, they had already begun filming so I had to be quiet, I tip-toed closer so I could see. Thomas, China and Dylan were dancing around and lip singing to ‘What’s My Name’. I smiled to myself and watched in awe at the pirates preforming there routine flawlessly. Soon after cut was called, Thomas plodded over and sat in a chair, I began touching up his make up, “well, what do you think” Thomas asked in a hyperactive tone. “It awesome” I replied with a grin. He smiled back, I have to admit, his smile is gorgeous, he’s all together gorgeous if I’m honest, but he can never know I think that.

Time skip to the next day

Today I was doing the three actors make up on set instead of in the trailer, it was an early morning and we were all tired, Thomas came over to the chair, all messy haired and clearly shattered, “morning sunshine” I smirked sarcastically, he smiled back softly and hugged me, he did this on the days he was tired, he always seemed more affectionate. I liked it secretly. As always I began going his hair, then his makeup, out of the corner of my eye I could see China, who was sat on the chair next to where Thomas and I were, she picked up my phone and snapped a picture. After finishing the Scottish boy’s makeup he left to get to wardrobe. I went on my phone to look at the picture China had taken. The picture was really cute and I decided to post it to Instagram.

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Y/n_beauty Tired pirate @thomasadoherty ❤

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Thomasadoherty you sure put me in the best mood when I’m tired 😊❤

Chinamcclain my photography skills, to be honest… I ship it @dylanplayfair1

Sofiacarson cuties #descendantsfamily 💙

Dylanplayfair1 totally with you on that #otp 👀

As the months when on, Thomas and I became closer and closer, hanging out on and off set. This sparked rumours going around from not only fans but also the cast. Thomas and I were constantly flirting, and that was causing China and Dylan to teas the two of us constantly, we also became very close in a more physical way, hugging, holding hand or just leaning on each other. We had gone on a couple of dates together but didn’t tell anyone about it.

E! News: The Rundown

Are Descendants 2 start Thomas Doherty and makeup artist Y/f/n dating, the two have been spotted out on numerous occasions, holding hand and getting all close. Stay tuned for more information.

I scrolled through my twitter, my time line filled with posts about me and Thomas. My thoughts and concentration on my phone was cut short by the sound of the trailer door opening. All three actors stepped in, time for work. “Morning” I said to them all. Receiving ‘good mornings’ from them back, Thomas gave me a small and discreet side hug and smile. I began Chinas makeup, beginning with concealer. Will He by Joji playing softly in the background as I hummed along. Half way through finishing Chinas makeup my phone received a notification from Instagram. I looked over reading what it said just in time before my phone turned off. Thomas had tagged me in a post, I looked over at him and he smirked. After I had completed all China and Dylan’s makeup they both let to get to wardrobe. Thomas was left, after completing his makeup he kissed me on the cheek and then walking toward the door “see ya later love” he said before stepping out for trailer. I checked my phone to see what Thomas had posted.

@thomasadoherty tagged you in a post

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Thomasadoherty She’s pretty great I guess 💋❤

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Dylanplayfair1 @chinamcclain it’s happened!!!

Thecameronboyce yessssss finally! #otp 🎉❤

Sofiacarson you two could not be more perfect for each other 💙

Chinamcclain the makeup artist and the pirate… match made in heaven 💜

Y/n_beauty not to bad yourself 💋

I smiled at the posts and the comments from the cast. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I stepped out of the trailer, leaving all my supplies in there. I quickly walked to the set they would be filming on right now. As I arrived all the actors were taken a break, I spotted Thomas and walked directly to him “Thomas” I simply said “yeh-“ I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his, I instantly felt fireworks, it just felt right. Out lips moved in sync with the other. His hand snaked their way around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him down to my height a little bit more, I may be older than him but he’s taller. The cast and crew around us stared cheering and applauding, I could feel Thomas smile into the kiss, we pulled away after what felt like an eternity. Breathless I looked up into his crystal eyes and smiled wide.

“I think I might be in love with you” he whispered, my smile grew wider, “that’s good, because I think I might have fallen in love with you too” I replied, his smile also growing wide as he pulled me in for a loving hug.

A couple days later

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Y/n_beauty My whole heart ❤

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Thomasadoherty My love ❤

Chinamcclain ship, ship, ship @dylanplayfair1 @thecameronboyce @sofiacarson

Thecameronboyce the feels!

Kennyortegablog guess I can add match maker

Neverland- Harry x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you.  (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2


Whenever I was frightened
Or if I ever felt alone
I turned to the night sky
And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof. 

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him. 

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you” 


 We can sail away tonight
On a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars
Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you  begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.” 

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you  let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.


 
All that you hope for
You hope for today
Is the love someone gives you
In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began. 

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night. 


In a place so far away
We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew. 

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.” 


 And with your hand in my hand
I am closer now
To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.” 

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw. 

“Harry..” 

“I missed you love” 



A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

Lights Out - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by malfloriannet

A/N: I’m officially back in business! Sorry for being M.I.A for so long, I swear I’m back to stay!
Word Count: 4982
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, hints at abuse
Requested: Yes!

I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and Harry Hook somehow end up sharing a room and they don’t really like each other but he has a nightmare and the reader comforts him and realises he isn’t as bad/mean as he seems?

“I can’t continue like this anymore Mal, I’m going to lose my mind”
You were holed up in your best friends dorm room trying desperately to chug as much caffeine as you possibly could in the few minutes before you had to head to class.
“Surely it’s not that bad Y/N” She replied, handing you another mug of coffee.
You downed it in one.
“Mal! I’ve been running solely on energy drinks, espresso’s and power naps between tutor sessions for the last three weeks. I shouldn’t be alive at this point. I have not slept in almost a month. A MONTH!”
You slammed the mug on the table and scooped together a pile of notebooks and papers. When you looked at your watch you nearly had a mental break down.
“Oh great! I’m late for English Lit,” you mumbled under your breath before charging towards the door, an energy bar in your hand.
Mal stopped you before you could leave, pushing you back down in you chair.
“Y/N, you need to sleep”
“I’ll be fine,” You weren’t really in the mood to listen to her, you had a English exam to sit and you were already running behind.
“I just don’t understand how he’s managed to keep you awake for this long”
She was talking about your new room-mate, the infamous, hook wielding pirate who invaded your living space when he arrived from the isle a few weeks ago. Some how you drew the short straw and were forced to have the unwanted VK as a room-mate; life becoming increasingly more difficult from that moment onwards.Since Harry had arrived he had done nothing but infuriate you, using whatever methods necessary to irritate you. So far the most effective of which had been the sleep deprivation. The pirate would purposely turn all of the lights on whenever you tried to sleep and insisted on playing the sound of crashing waves at all hours during the night. You were one audio file of a seagull away from killing a man.
“I just don’t understand how I’ve not strangled him yet” You replied, rolling your eyes to show you were unamused “Now will you let me go Mal?”
Your purple haired best friend pulled you into a hug.
“Fine. Go ace that stupid exam of yours. Then you sleep” Mal said pointedly, a stern tone in her voice that was almost motherly. “And I’m going to talk to Ben. See if we can get you another roommate”
You squeezed her harder before pulling out of the embrace.
“Thanks M! I really appreciate it. Now if you excuse me I’m about to go get an A”
You saluted her as you headed out of the dorm room and into the English Hall, feeling oddly confident despite the lack of proper rest. Mal burst into a rare hysteric fit of giggles as soon as you were out of ear shot. She knew you’d be asleep within the first twenty minutes of the lesson.        

Three words. You had written three words and your eyes were already starting to droop. Three fucking words. Maybe it was the fact that the exam hall was deadly silent or the fact that the lights had been dimmed ever so slightly but you felt the strongest urge to lay your head down on the desk and drift away into a blissful in-interrupted sleep. This was bad., really bad. The English exam was worth a stupidly large percentage of your overall grade and you refused to let some selfish pirate and his odd sleeping habits rob you of your success.
“Cowgirl the fuck up Y/N” you whispered under your breath as you forced yourself to prise your eyes open. You were met by death glares from those around you.
“Sorry” you mouthed before getting back to scribbling down your answers. No longer caring what the students around you thought, you continued to talk to yourself for motivation.
“You’ve got everything under control Y/N, you can stay awake”
Everything was not under control, there was no way you were staying awake.
To be fair to you, you lasted longer than you thought you would but ten minutes into the exam you were fast asleep.

Tap Tap Tap
You felt your whole body groan as you were awoken to the steady sound of metal hitting oak. You were still wrapped a foggy daze after emerging from your nap and you were still unable to comprehend where your were or what time it was.
Tap Tap Tap.
The noise continued, so you forced yourself to open your eyes and gently scan the room you were in. You saw the desks first, then the chalkboard, then the clock. Then it suddenly clicked. Shit.
Tap Tap Tap.
The exam was over, all of the other students had left the hall, and you were sat alone at the back of the room, still flat against your desk. You glanced at the paper in front of you, you had’t even finished a paragraph.
Tap Tap Tap.
It was in that exact moment you realised that you weren’t in fact alone.
“Ye look so peaceful when you’re dreaming sweetheart”
You felt your blood slowly start to boil as your eyes landed on a particular pirate, sat with his feet up at a desk directly in front of you, taping his hook against the chair leg.  Still, the familiar accent sent shivers down your spine. Crooked smile, dark brooding eyes and one dangerous voice, Harry Hook was unbearable.    
“Don’t you sweetheart me” You hissed glaring at the grinning boy “You’re always so fucking smug aren’t you”
“I have no idea what yer talking about” he continued, grinning even wider as he began to stalk towards you. “That was quite a nap ye took there Y/N”
You scoffed before shuffling in your seat slightly to wriggle away from Harry’s looming presence, uncomfortable with the lack of space between the two you.
“I wonder why,” You whispered under your breath, avoiding eye contact with him.
Harry was now stood directly over you, his hand leaning on your desk, one of his boots resting on the edge of your chair.
“Ye wouldn’t be blaming me now would ye?” The pirate began, before picking up your test paper and tutting at the lack of content. “ Oh Y/N, it seems as though you’ve lost your touch”
He pouted.
“Oh Harry,” you said mocking his tone, “It seems as though you’ve forgotten that the only reason I’m going to fail this test is because you won’t let me fucking go to sleep on a night!”
You were becoming more and more agitated with the pirate who was pressing his face closer and closer to yours.
You gulped, your confidence wavering, when the tip of his nose brushed the skin by your ear.
“Ye know yer starting to blush sweetheart” Harry whispered, a cocky edge to his voice.
It was true, your cheeks were starting to prickle with heat as Harry moved closer to you still. Something about him just made you uncomfortable, something unhinging yet somehow alluring. He was good looking, there was no doubt about it, and all it took was a flicker of a smile across his lips and you were practically melting.
Snap out of it! You yelled to yourself internally. He was an asshole, a sly, impulsive little flirt who made you fail your English final. Yet somehow, you couldn’t stop staring at the blue in his eyes.
Harry was smirking again, clearly aware that you had been daydreaming, so you quickly turned the tables in an attempt to salvage your pride.
“I’m done here Hook,” You said bluntly, standing up abruptly and slamming your hands on the desk.
The sudden movement clearly took Harry by surprise as his smug demeanour dropped for a second, his usual grin drooping a little. He quickly composed himself again though, the facade re-appearing as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.
“Leaving so soon sweetheart? I feel slightly offended”
You were so close together now, Harry hands snaking towards your waist, his chest pressed against yours.
“Let me go Harry,” you growled, trying your best not to make eye-contact with the pirate.
You couldn’t trust yourself not to crumble if you looked directly at him.
“Why would I do that Y/N?” Harry whispered, as you felt the cool metal of his hook rest against the small of your back.
You shuddered.
“Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Me”
You pushed him away for good and grabbed your bag, scowling at Harry as you reached down to get it from the floor. You where starting to storm away when Harry called out to you again.
“We can finish this tonight sweetheart” Harry called out, his usual Cheshire-cat smirk still plastered across his face.
“I wouldn’t count on it” you began, hesitating as you got to the door frame “I’m changing room-mates. Ben’s going to sort it”

It turned out Ben couldn’t sort it, so no more than an hour later you were back at your dorm-room, greeted by the triumphant sniggers of the highly amused pirate.
“Back already are ye darling?” Harry teased “Couldn’t get enough of me hey?”
You purposely ignored him, charging over to your bed and dumping your binders and notebooks on the quilt cover.
Harry followed you, sitting at the foot of the bed and picking up one of your books. You snatched it immediately from him.
“What’s wrong with ye sweetheart,” he said patronisingly, “Anybody would think ye didn’t like me”
“I don’t” you said pointedly.
“Come on, work with me here Y/N,” He was still smirking like a dickhead “Do ye ever stop being uptight”
You stopped what you were doing to glare at the boy and throw a pencil at him.
“Do you ever stop being a psychotic man whore?” You fired back, really not in the mood for his ridiculous antics.
He put his hands to his face, resting his cheeks in his palms and pouted; whimpering as if he was offended by what you had said. You sucked your teeth.
“Ye really don’t like me do ye?” Harry laughed
“No” You replied bluntly, your mind drifting to the amount of grovelling you were going to have to do the following day to get your English teacher to let you redo the exam.
“Ye really should ye know - start liking me - we could have really hit it off” The pirate teased as he inched slightly closer to you again.
You huffed, you’d had enough.
“Any chance of ditching the industrial lights and sound effects tonight or what?” You asked brightly, shifting your voice to make it sound more optimistic.
“Nah”
“Then this conversation is over”

The two of you barely spoke for the rest of the night.
Well.
Harry had tried to his best to flirt his way out of your bad books but quickly relented once a hardback novel went flying across the room and hit him in the head. It was safe to say he didn’t bother you for the rest of the night.
Once it had started to get dark outside you changed into your pyjama’s, ditching the floral skater dress in favour of a soft oversized shirt.
“Harry! Hurry up in the bathroom I need to get changed!” You yelled at him through the crack in the bathroom door.
You didn’t trust the pirate enough for you to get changed out in the open of the dorm room - in fear that he may come charging through whilst you were mid-way through taking off your dress.
“Ye know sweetheart it would be a lot easier for ye to just get changed in ye bloody bedroom”
The bathroom door swung open and you were face to face with the pirate who was leaning against the door frame.
“I don’t want to be exposed,” you huffed defensively, putting an emphasis on the last word which made Harry chuckle.
“Ye strange Y/N Ye know” Harry laughed genuinely, his blue eyes lighting up at the way you wrinkled your nose.
There were times, although they were rare, when Harry did this, little pockets of random happiness where the pirate simply spoke his mind. It intrigued you. But then again there were far more frequent times when Harry would deprive you of sleep and embarrass you in front of your friends just to spite you. It was unsurprisingly hard to overlook.
“Just let me get changed you scoundrel” you said lightly, pushing him out of the bathroom and locking the door behind you.

When you walked out of the bathroom Harry was laid on the sofa, his arms and legs stretched out along the arm-rests as you walked past him.
He smirked.
“Oh Y/N!” He called softly in a sing-song voice, the teasing obvious in his tone.
You ignored him as you made your way over over to your bed, unfolding the covers and clambering inside.
“Y/N sweetheart, are ye ignoring me?” The pirate continued, not even turning his head to look at you.
“I’m trying to sleep,’ You snapped at him, irritation making you hostile “Although, I’m sure it’s a pointless exercise, you never turn that bloody sound system off”
Harry made a mock whimpering noise, before spinning around to face you, a condescending smirk plastered all over his face. He cocked his head at you.
“No eye mask?” The pirate asked you with a wicked gleam in his eye.
He huffed loudly. You had bought an eye mask, along with some ear buds, in the hope that you’d be able to ignore Harry at night, but you had come back to find they had all gone confidently missing. Asshole.
“Do you ever give it a rest Harry?” You asked. You sound more desperate than you had originally planned.
Harry only smirked wider.
Then he stood up.
Walked towards the TV.
And turned on the stereo system.

There wasn’t much surprise that you were still awake at two am, even if your patience was wearing thin. Your whole body ached with tiredness, your eyes hollowed, your head pounding, yet there was no way you could sleep. Everything was too bright, everything was too loud. Every limb groaned. You had no idea how Harry could sleep like this, hell you didn’t even know if the pirate slept at all! You grabbed another pillow and pressed it over your head, trying to drowned out the incessant sound of crashing waves in vain, you knew it wouldn’t work, it never did.
You sat bolt upright in your bed, scowling deeper than you ever had before. Enough was enough. You were stood up one, fists clenched ready to confront Harry when…

Darkness.
You were plunged into complete darkness. Every light in the whole dorm room went out in one quick burst, every lamp, every night light gone, as if someone had blown out a cake-ful of birthday candles. Even the blinking numbers on the microwave had disappeared, anything remotely electrical turned off, sent to slumber But that wasn’t all.
Silence.
A long awaited, precious quietness fell upon the dorm room,  no more waves, no more seagulls, no more sounds of the sea. Just quiet.  You smirked to yourself.
Saved by the power cut.
“The fuck Y/N?” Yelled the pirate, leaping up from his bed and clicking the switches on the lamps beside him frantically.
It was your turn to smirk, giggling to yourself as Harry tried to turn the lights back on, clearly thinking this was your doing. Didn’t they have power outages on the Isle?
“Relax Harry,” you said plainly “It’s a power cut, nothing to do with me. I doubt they’ll sort the electrics out until the morning though so just go to sleep for god sake”
“Ye sounding way too happy about this ye know. Just ye wait until I-”
“Good night Harry” You said climbing back into bed. You couldn’t see him in the darkness but you could hear that he had stopped moving. Maybe you were actually going to sleep for once.
“Ye wouldn’t get it Y/N!” He started to shout “I can’t bloody-”
“Good night Harry” you repeated, cutting him off.
You were smiling to yourself as your head hit the pillow, the muffled babbling of Harry mumbling profanities making you grin.
It was going to be a good night.

Or so you thought. You had slept blissfully for a few hours but soon you were wriggling and writhing in your bed sheets uncomfortably. You were freezing. The dorm room was no warmer than outside, the beginning of a gale billowing, ice creeping along the window panes.
“Of course” You sighed to yourself, “The power cut’s knocked off the boiler”
You curled up further into a ball, the only warmth from your own body, the ice blocks that had replaced your hands buried deep within your thighs. So much for a good nights sleep.
You knew then that you wouldn’t be drifting off and time soon and huffed to yourself, Harry for once could not be blamed. Wind rattled at the guttering and rain beat down against the glass window as you propped yourself upright, starting to shiver properly for the first time. You pulled the threadbare shirt over your knees as you tried to salvage any warmth you could but it was know use, you would just have to deal with being cold. You were considering going to find Mal in her room when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody unmistakeable afraid.

Your eyes had pretty much adjusted to the dark, the silhouette of Harry shooting up from his mattress unmissable. He was gasping for air, panting and holding his head in his hands as he tried to return his breathing to normal. You were stunned, even through the darkness you could see all of his muscles were tense, the moonlight leaking through the curtains illuminating beads of sweat on his forehead. Harry was a lot of things, scared wasn’t one of them.
“Harry,” you called lightly, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper “You okay?”
The pirate shot his head around so he was facing you, his eyes wide for a second with alarm before his face settled into a blank unrevealing expression, no familiar smirk in sight. Now you were concerned. He grumbled something unintelligible and the paused, as if considering whether to speak or not, before taking a deep breath and offloading whatever was on his mind to you.
“I have constant nightmares okay!” He practically shouted as if he was admitting it to himself for the first time “I wasn’t being an asshole to ye, with the music and the lights, I just needed to hear the sea, it helps ye know. Ye probably think it’s pathetic but I can’t sleep without the fucking light on” He paused before continuing” Don’t ye dare laugh at me Y/N, I’ll gut ye with me hook if ye even think about telling anyone"
You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with all this new information. It stunned you, not adding up to the twisted image of the flirty pirate you had in your mind. You were baffled.
“Harry you know full well I wouldn’t” You whispered earnestly.
You cocked your head at the pirate at the other end of the room. Harry Hook had nightmares. Harry Hook who tried to set the King on fire when he first came to Auradon, Harry Hook who scared little kids for fun, Harry Hook who flirted with you just to make you embarrassed, had nightmares. Nightmares so bad that he had to turn all of the lights on and and play the sound of the ocean to himself.
He wasn’t finished yet.
“I’ve always had someone to cuddle with, usually CJ” Harry continued, as you tried to picture the pirate cuddled up to his sister. Piece by piece the arrogant intimidating persona you had come to associate with Harry was coming undone “Now, I realise we are not exactly on that level but yer the only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep”
It took a while for you to register what he was saying.
He wanted to cuddle with you. Not in a flirtatious seductive attempt but in fearful, vulnerable kind of way.
You both needed to sleep you guessed.
“Y/N?” He called through the darkness, almost desperately.
A knot was starting to grow in your stomach and before you knew it your were stood up, ambling towards the boy.
“I’m warning you Hook” you said gently as you reached his mattress “I’m absolutely freezing”    

He untucked the bed covers so you could climb in the bed beside him, wiggling as far as he could to the right side of the bed so you could lay on the left. You didn’t touch, you didn’t speak, you just laid there, you still shivering, him still slightly traumatised from whatever was haunting his dreams. All together, it was unbearabley awkward.
“What was it?” You said eventually, you words slicing through the uneasy silence.
You felt Harry turn around to face you, his blue eyes blinking at you in confusion. The bed covers wrinkled as he shifted, the crumpling sound the only thing that you could hear. He was bare chested you realised, and forced yourself to draw your eyes away from his exposed torso before he noticed you staring and focus back on his face.
“What?” He asked plainly, his eyes looking tired for the first time, remnants of black eyeliner smudged across his cheeks.
“The nightmare” you prompted, keeping your voice as soft as possible.
Harry inhaled sharply and let out a large breath, the warmth hitting your skin.
“It’s the same fucking one every time” The pirate spat, his eyes looking upwards as his jaw clenched, as if he was angry at something you couldn’t see. “I’m back on the Isle. I can’t be older than about  seven and its him, it’s always him”
“Who Harry?”
You reached for Harry’s hand, or maybe he reached or yours, it was hard to tell. You intertwined your fingers instinctively, a jolt of electricity sparking between the two of you. You were certain Harry felt it too as he looked at you strangely an unreadable expression settling across his face. Neither of you moved your palms.
Harry’s jaw was set in place now, his eyes narrowing with a kind of anger that you knew wasn’t directed at you.
“My Father. He used to…he used to -” He never finished his sentence. He didn’t need to.
And of course there was nothing that you could have said after that. Sometimes all the words in  the whole English language won’t be enough, they won’t help. But he kept looking at you, the bluish-steel of his eyes glassed over and you knew. You knew you couldn’t just lay there any longer.

Just as another bite of cold wind swept under your nightshirt, your hands moved around Harry’s middle, his skin warm and soft. In seconds his body moulded to your own, sharing his body heat as easily as you shared your heart.
“Hey,” you whispered to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck “If it’s any compensation, you’re not half as bad as I thought”
Harry chuckled lightly, but only squeezed you tighter. He had never let another close to him like this, close enough to share breaths, close enough to share secrets.
“Yer quite something Y/N,” He whispered, slowly returning back to his self again.
You snuggled further into him, grateful for the warmth and the unlikely comfort you found in the pirate’s arms. You wrapped yourself around his shoulders, pulling him close and gently rubbing his arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sunk into the warmth of his side and Harry reciprocated, the two of you giggling at things that simply weren’t funny, both appreciative of the friendly gesture.
But it was more than that. Way more than just friendly. There was something else there, a spark of something more than platonic. You had hugged plenty of friends  before and it had never been like this. Not ever
You hadn’t run your hands through their dishevelled hair and nearly stopped breathing when they stroked yours. You hadn’t traced the contours of the chest or stared when they bit their lips. They hadn’t nipped at your skin playfully with their teeth when you joked about thinking they were a psycopath. They hadn’t cupped your face with their rough palms and told you you were different, different and yet so beautiful. You hadn’t blushed. They hadn’t noticed and said it cute. You hadn’t wanted to kiss them so badly it almost ached.
But you did with Harry.
And it scared you a little.
“You smell like sea salt,” you whispered, the tiredness making you act completely delirious “And metal”
“Metal?” Harry asked with a raised eyerbrow, stifling a laugh.
“Metal” You confirmed adamantly, before breaking out in a yawn. Harry looked at you questioningly.
“What?” You defended “You do. It’s not a bad thing”
Harry chuckled at you and you untangled yourself from him, twisting to face away from the pirate.

You started to snuggle down into you pillow when you stopped abruptly. Your eyes shot open. He kissed your shoulder.
He kissed your shoulder.
Harry freaking Hook just kissed your shoulder. And then he did it again.
Before your better judgement could take over you turned around, grabbed the bottom of his jaw and pushed his face towards yours. You were staring at his lips now, doing whatever you could to resist them.
Don’t do it Y/N, don’t do it. Come on. Will power, self-control, self-restraint. Stop staring at him, you don’t want to kiss him, you don’t. Resist the sexy pirate, resist the pirate RESIST!
You did not resist
“Just so you know Harry, I am about to punch you on the mouth with my own mouth, softly, because I think I like y-”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence.
He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even consciously deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. You lips crashed together, quickly falling into rhythm as you tilted your head backwards.  You felt Harry’s lips curl up into a smile under your own. You pulled away from him, playfully swatting him on the arm.
“You could have given me a heads up Hook?” You giggled, running your fingers up and down his bare arms.
Harry chuckled airily at you.
“What ye were taking too long” He was smirking again. You breathed a sigh of relief, he was smirking again.
“Who said I wanted to kiss you Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate”
“Ye did not seriously call me Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate?”
“I did” You were trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.
“I do not smell like bloody metal”
“Oh Harry darling” you said in a joking tone “But you d-”

In a split second he pulled your hands away from him and picked you up under arms, pulling you in front of him. You were pinned down, him over the the top of you grinning like an idiot. You were both laughing.
“Harold Hook” you said with mock sadness “You’ve picked the wrong girl to mess with”
You rolled to the side, escaping his grip and flipped him over, sitting on top of him. You pushed his chest down, your hands pressed against his torso.
“Y/N” he said softly, staring directly into your eyes. He leant his forehead against yours.
“Harry” He inched his head closer to yours so that you could feel the warmth of his breath. You pulled slightly away but he pulled you back, pressing his mouth against your ear, whispering to you softly.
“Anything ye want to tell me lass”
“Yeah” you laughed, squirming as his lips tickled your skin “If you don’t want to smell like metal, maybe don’t carry a hook around everywhere”
Before you could say anything, he sprung upwards scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder
“Un-hand me you beast” you screamed as you flailed your limbs. He eventually let you go and you pushed him backwards on his bed, kneeling your legs either side of him. He wrestled you to the bed again. You tried to push him off, your palms flat against his and you both collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor. You sat up, giggling like little girls. You stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep” You said eventually.
“Okay” he said simply grinning at you.

At that exact moment every light switched on one by one, flickering into action. You clasped at your ears when the stereo turned back on, playing the track at a significantly louder volume than it had originally been set at. Both you and Harry groaned but then started to laugh.
“Powers back then I guess” You said as you watched Harry wrestling with the speakers to turn them off.
“Yeah” the pirate awkwardly said, setting the remote down once it was quiet again.
“Still want to cuddle?” You asked hopefully, turning out all of the lights except for he lamp closest to Harry’s bed.
He looked up at you, grinned, then looked back at the floor.
“Ye’ve just read my mind Y/N”
He turned off the final light once you both laid together, you’re head resting on his chest listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breathing in the darkness. Finally, for the first time in months, you drifted off into a blissful, uninterrupted sleep.

Dr. Hook

Request:  Could I get a Harry Hook imagine where the reader gets hurt and keeps it from Harry and is too stubborn to admit that she needs his help? Thank you so much!! Your awesome by the way -Madison

Warnings: Burns, injury, swearing. 

Words: 1,191

Tags: @hooked-onfandoms  

A/N: I need more passive-aggressive Harry Hook being a caring boyfriend in my life seriously 


When you are as clumsy as I am, injuries tend to happen a lot. Most of the time, it’s nothing serious. Just a scrape here or there, maybe a sprain or something; maybe a cut every now and again. Nothing serious. 

However, I hit a whole new low when I had dropped a pan of boiling hot water onto my arm which caused a really nasty burn. And can I just say that it hurt like a fucking bitch? 

Part of me didn’t even notice when the initial burn happened, it happened so quickly. But then when the pain started, it was there. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck.” I hissed as I held my hand, biting my lip as hard as I could to keep from tearing up. I could handle pain but even this was a son of a bitch. 

“[Y/N]!” Uma yelled and I heard the doors to the kitchen open, and I quickly grabbed a towel and threw it over my arm to keep Uma from seeing the burn. “Get out here, people are getting pissy,” Uma said, going to grab a plate to get an order together, and I nodded and quickly got out there. 

Throughout the day my arm continued to throb, although eventually, it ended up going numb so while it didn’t necessarily hurt, it still felt extremely uncomfortable and after my shift, I went over to the Lost Revenge to meet up with my boyfriend, Harry, looking at my arm and sighing some because I knew Harry would flip if he saw the burn, he always overreacted when I got hurt. 

I mean, it was a pretty nasty burn, but I’ve had much worse injuries in my life and it wasn’t like my skin would fall off. 

As I approached Harry’s cabin, I put a jacket on and hissed when the fabric of the jacket rubbed against my burned skin, going up to the door and opening it. “Harry!” I called, smiling when I saw him laying on his bed tossing a small ball in the air and catching it. 

“Aye, well hello there, me beautiful siren,” Harry said when I entered the room, causing me to smile and roll my eyes; siren was his nickname because when he found out I could sing he always tried to get me to sing for him. 

“Well hello there, my handsome pirate,” I said, smiling at him and going to sit on the edge of the bed, laughing some when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down so I was laying on top of him, but the way he did it caused my forearm to hit the bed which made me yelp out in pain, causing Harry to immediately look at me with worry. 

“[Y/N]? Are you alright, baby?” He asked softly, looking at me and sitting up, and immediately I silently cursed myself. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry…just I sprained my wrist earlier and it’s still a little sore, you know me! Clumsy clumsy!” I said to try to get him off my case, not wanting him to check my arm. Although Harry was a lot of things, and stupid was not one of them. 

Harry gave me a small look to tell me that he didn’t believe me. “[Y/N], tell me the truth. What happened? Let me see your arm.” He said, to which I moved my arm behind me.

“Harry, really, it’s fine. You don’t need to look at my arm, it didn’t hurt that bad honestly, it was more shock than anything.” 

“[Y/N]. Take. Off. The. Jacket.” Harry hissed as he looked at me, the two of us having a stare down when I said nothing to hint to him that I was going to refuse. 

After about five minutes of the two of us just staring at each other angrily and not saying a word, I finally let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. “Do you really want to know what happened?” I finally asked, getting sick of this game that the two of us were playing. 

“YES!” Harry said, him obviously frustrated with me to which I frowned, taking a deep breath and slowly taking the jacket off and biting my lip as it rubbed against the raw skin, Harry’s eyes widening when he saw the burn. “Holy fuck, [Y/N]! How in the hell did you manage to do that?!” He said, grabbing my arm and gently looking at it. 

“Some hot water in the restaurant, it’s alright…it just hurts a lot. It’ll get better.” I said, pulling my arm away since him poking at it didn’t exactly make it feel better. “Harry, really, stop worrying. It’s fine. Besides, not like we can go to a doctor.” I said bitterly, shrugging and going to lay down. “You might just have to deal with the fact my entire forearm will be a scar.” 

“I don’t give a shit about that, [Y/N], you know that. But that is a bad burn. You need to get it disinfected and wrapped up properly at the least if that gets infected you could lose your arm.” Harry said, shifting so he was straddled over me, forcing me to look at him. “Please let me take care of that.” He begged. 

“Harry-” 

“[Y/N], I know injuries. I know how easily they can get infected, especially on the Isle. Come on…please, let me clean that, baby. Besides, it’ll heal faster if it’s taken care of.” He begged softly as he looked at me, his deep blue eyes pleading with me to do as he said. 

Finally, I sighed and gave in, looking up at him. “Fine.” I complied, following him up to the infirmary that was on the ship and watching as he grabbed the makeshift first aid kit, hissing as he poured some alcohol on it. 

“Oh stop being a baby.” He said as he did what he needed to do, neither of us saying anything the rest of the time he was fixing my arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? I tell you every time I get hurt severely.” 

“It’s not severe. It’s a burn.” I said, sighing and knowing that this would have happened. 

“Your skin is blistering, [Y/N]. It is serious. Do you see how red it is? You have at least a second-degree burn on your arm right now. You should have come to me, or at least told Uma or something so you could get medical attention right away.” Harry said, finishing wrapping my arm up before placing his hand on my cheek, to which I nuzzled my face into his palm. “[Y/N], I love you so much, if something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do… I know you think you can handle injuries, but please promise me from now on that you’ll tell me when you get hurt. Even if it’s a silly sprain.” He chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, smiling some as I stood up to kiss him. “No promises, Dr. Hook.” 

Cooking with Harry Hook would include:

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

  • You doing most of the job
  • Him being like a little kid, ready to help you with whatever you are cooking

  • Him actually hindering you

  • You try to show him the way to do the things but him being too distracted cause he looks at you and doesn’t listen to what you are saying

  • You leaving him for a moment and regretting this decision seconds later 

  • “Harry, what the hell have you done?“

  • “Followed your instructions.“

  • “Then why have you put the shell of the eggs in the bow?!“

  • “Obviously, because It was written to break them and put them in the mixture“

  • You getting angry

  • “(y/n), I wanna help.“

  • “No.“

  • “But-“

  • “No!“

  • Him sitting next to you annoyed and trying to act hurt

  • You try not to pay attention to him because you know you’ll feel bad if you look at him

  • Harry getting bored

  • Him trying to get your attention but with no luck

  • Then he sees the flour and a mischievous grin appears on his face

  • He throws it at you

  • You turning around with a dead glare 

  • “That happens when you don’t allow me to help ya.“

  • You taking an egg and breaking it at his head

  • Then a war beaks out between the two of you

  • In the end you are laughing while the whole kitchen is covered with flour, eggs, chocolate and everything you have laid your hands on. 

  • “My princess, ya look so dirty.”

  • “Why not help me clean myself, huh?”

  • Harry having no hesitations and following your suggestion. 

  • He grabs you by your tights and places you on the table and connecting his lips with your neck licking the chocolate you have there

  • You moaning and burring your hand in his messy hair

  • Him biting you and leaving marks on your neck

  • Kitchen sex 

  • You both getting way dirtier than before

  • “I thought you would clean me, captain.“

  • This leading to shower sex

  • Both of you ready to cook again whenever you can
"Just Friends"

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @xmanorianx

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – while Harry is teaching Y/n how to fight something happens that makes it clear that the pare are more than ‘Just friends’

Warnings – a little bit sauce but not too bad

Word count – 750


Originally posted by descendantsdaily

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Princess of Hearts

Originally posted by lavendertitties

Pairing: Harry 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.”

“Touché.”

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?“

"Princess, I-”

“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.”

Stay - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by sonofdork

A/N Did ya’ll miss me? I know some of you probably hate me because I’ve been so inactive on this account and I’m so so so sorry school this year is so stressful and I am a Junior in High School so my schedule is pretty packed. Plus I have cheer practice as well as soccer season that is slowly approaching so please please be patient with me. Anyways I had an amazing idea while on the couch on day and just decided to write a little something for you guys. But I genially want to hear your guys opinion oh this. I kinda want to step outta this Descendants bubble and write about other people. Lately I’ve watched Spider Man and OMG GUYS TOM HOLLAND SO ADORABLE. If you guys want to see me write about Tom Holland or Peter Parker I’m totally down for it. Just send me message I enjoy talking to ya’ll. Lots of love -Vee 


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“For the last time Thomas it’s your little dance thing, then you walk towards China, and then you grab Y/N’s face with your hand!”

Kenny, the director of Descendants, sighed and mumbled, “What do I have to say for you to listen?”

“Just say something about me and he will listen.” You started as you gained everyone’s attention. “He’s been staring at me for the past ten minutes so might as well put me to use.”


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Respect The Queen

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @67chevycamaro

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – Harry watched in awe of his girlfriend Y/n Sparrow, daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow, as she beat the living daylights out of a guy who decided it would be a good idea to touch her in a place only he was aloud.

Warnings – some swear words, reference to smut and low key sexual assault but nothing too triggering

Prompts – “she’s fierce”

“she’ll be the death of me”

AN- again sorry its so late, but I hope you enjoy it - Lou x

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Goodbye - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by malviex


Words: 5,930 (Geez this was longer than I expected)

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Blood and all that jazz

Prompt: “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you”


“Harold fucking Hook! You have got to be kidding me!”

Princes and Princess’ alike glared with a mixture of disgust and curiosity as you silenced the bustling crowd, flinging open the doors to the cafeteria and storming inside. It seemed as though the entirety of Auradon was sat in that lunch hall, whispering snide comments under their breath as you searched for your boyfriend.

To say you were pissed was an understatement.

You scanned the alarmed faces of the crowd for traces of smeared eyeliner or a signature smirk, with a glare that could have frozen the Pacific. He would be in here, you knew it, you would just have to find him. You slammed your fists on to a table belonging to a few of the newer VK’s, demanding to know where the pirate you were supposedly in love with was.

“Cut the bullshit Uma, where’s your first mate?” Your tone was steady enough to be considered rational but there was no denying the malice that laced your voice.

Uma nodded but rolled her eyes at you. The two of you were similar than you wanted to admit, being civilized to each other when you needed to but nothing much beyond that. You yourself so no issue with the pirate Captain and in a way kind of admired her strong leadership skills and her ridiculously determined attitude (although it could easily be mistook for stubbornness) but Uma hadn’t exactly wanted to be friends with you when she arrived, going to great lengths to try and keep Harry away from you at first. Perhaps it was your parents. You kind of got the hint being the daughter of her mother’s sworn enemy, Ariel, was slightly hard to overlook. Still, things worked out okay; you only tried to kill each other once a week now.

“I’d turn around if I was you” Uma said calmly, although a slight smile was pressed to her lips.

You guessed she liked drama just as much as any Auradon kid, it may have been the only thing she would ever have in common with Audrey or Chad.

Silently, as though the boiling frustration was seeping out of you, you spun around on your heels. Stood in front of you, arms open wide, grinning like an idiot and waving a metallic hook around in front of him before curtseying, was the Neanderthal you currently called your boyfriend. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, a mischievous reckless gleam in his eyes as he stared you up and down.

“Wipe that smug little look off of your face right now Har or I think I might just explode” You hissed, trying not to make a scene.

Your jaw had set into place and as much as you loved the pirate stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but to scowl at him.

“Y/N sweetheart, why’d ye look so… what’s the word I’m looking for here …” The corners of his mouth pulled up into another smirk and  you took a deep breath, dangerously close to losing your cool. And he fucking knew it. “…un-amused?”

You stepped towards him, folding your hands over your chest for a brief moment and staring him set in the eye.

“You set a kid on fire Harry! AGAIN!” You screamed, gaining the attention of various groups in the cafeteria, eager to know what the newest wave of gossip was bound to be. What was it with Auradon and un-necessary drama?

Harry chuckled a little before pressing his body against yours, his hook resting on the edge of your nose as he lowered his head towards your ear.

“Oh relax princess, ye know he deserved it” Harry made sure brush his lips against the sides of your neck, grinning as you shuddered at his touch.

You shoved him backwards.

The pirate grunted.

“ I hear him scream! The kid’s probably traumatized Harry and you don’t even care? Do you know how bad that is? You set a poor boy on fire and then you swan back over here, to stuff your face with, what even is that?” You glanced at the random food in his free hand “Turkey bacon? With turkey bacon for fuck sake!”

You could feel your face flushing more and more red and you were pretty sure Harry was becoming just as irritable as his expression began to harden

“Hold on a second,” Harry said bitterly, pulling you down into a seat at a free table before sitting opposite you. “Who said it was just some poor defenseless kid?”

“What are you saying Harry?” you hissed, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper, people where very obviously staring at you now.

“Well ye making it sound like I went and poured a gallon of gasoline over someone like Dizzy but I just got Uma to put a flame hex on Ben, they weren’t even real so ye can sto-“

“YOU SET THE KING ON FIRE?”

Yep, people were defiantly staring at you now. You sprung up from the seat and flung your arms in the air.

“Yeh not listening to me Y/N I told ye that-“ The pirates voice was slowly rising, an edge of frustration creeping into it.

“ARE YOU COMPLETELY CRAZY? BEN? YOU WANTED TO SET BEN ON FIRE! HARRY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, THEY’LL SEND YOU BACK”

“Do ye even want to know why I set him on fire or are you just going to scream at me?“

Harry was defiantly mad now, his eyes ablaze with an undeniable spark of madness.

“No I fucking don’t! Do you care about anything; anything at all because everything you do is impulsive. It’s as though you don’t even think Harry! ”

“Oh because I’m clearly the bad guy here”

His voice was quiet and anything but calm. It was the kind of tone that scared you, the kind of Harry that scared you. His temper was like dynamite, once he was mad things happened fast, stupidly fast and there was little time to duck and take cover. You knew full well that you should have stayed quiet and wait for the rage to subside, but you couldn’t help sparring with him. You circled each other like trained boxers, trading slur for slur, insult for insult, dig for dig.  But he took it too far, Harry always did.

He got all up in your face, his breath hot and warm against your cheek. You had the sudden urge to smack him down, you were certainly strong enough, but you knew that if you did he would be gone, lost, hurting. Instead you gulped loudly and suppressed your violent impulses.

“People think you’re a monster Har,” you whispered, motioning to the crowd of people who were trying to divert their eyes from your little scene.

He shook his head before cocking it to the side to look at you differently.

“Do ye think I’m a monster Y/N? Do ye?”

He was goading you and you knew it, but a part of you picked up on the vulnerability of the statement and the way he retracted his hands from your shoulder, the way he took a step back. He thought you were afraid of him.

“Don’t be stupid Harry. You know I don’t”

“Then why do ye care eh? Why do ye care what they think? They’re only ever going to see me as the delinquent pirate from the Isle, I can deal with that, but if ye think I’m twisted then-“

“I don’t know why I care what they think okay, I just do. Because they say things about you, about me and I’m tired of listening to rumor after rumor. I don’t want to find out that you tried to hook a first year from Jane in chemistry! I don’t want Evie to tell me that you made some kid cry when they asked you for directions! You’re making me go crazy! It’s like you don’t even try Harry”

Those sat around us with common sense fled the dining hall, only a few stragglers left embroiled in our conversation. You had the feeling it was going to get ugly.

Instead of looking at you, the pirate glanced down at the ground, chuckling to himself coldly.

“Oh I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you” Harry spat when he finally met your eye.

You jerked upwards, furrowing your eyebrows to question him.

“Har that’s bullshit! How can you even think like that?”

He wasn’t listening to you, you could tell; the madness was already behind his eyes. You’d pushed him too far and there was no coming back now until he had got it all out of his system.

“And I’m sorry I’m never going to be the cookie cutter boyfriend for your perfect little life”

Harry was pacing around in circles now and you shot the last remaining people a look so dirty it sent them scrambling towards the door. Even Uma had left leaving the two of you alone, bordering on a screaming match.

“You know better than anyone my life is far from perfect”

Your voice was hushed as though an open wound had been exposed. It was true, you were far from the stereotypical perfect depiction of a princess, even if your mother was Queen of the sea, and Harry knew that.

He scoffed.

“Ye know what I’m done with this”

He headed for the door, ignoring your calls for him as he trudged away.

“What? Done with what? Come back Harry I’m serious, don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Your empathy was replaced entirely with anger and you screamed at him harsher than you had meant to. It was a bad move on your part.

“I’m done with arguing, done with trying. I’m done with you”

He was gone, replaced with a bitter emotionless version of himself that he tried so hard to lock away. But he couldn’t, how could he possibly hide the Isle in him?

“Harry you’re not making any sense. What happens when you get sent back to the Isle huh? What happens to us then?”

Then Harry did something that stunned you. He turned, looked you in the eye and took the final blow that knocked you out for good.

“Ye know honestly, right now Y/N, I don’t care. I’d rather be back there with my crew, the ones that precious King of yers left behind, than anywhere with ye”

He would never harm a single hair on your head with his fists but Harry’s words packed the power of a thousand punches. You stumbled backwards a little. Carefully spoken, without hesitation, his words had an air of finality to them. It wasn’t until he was too far away to hear you that you actually responded, only just coming to your senses.

I’m done with you

I don’t care

I’m sorry

Fragments of his conversations unfortunately began to make sense.

“Is this… was that a goodbye?”

You were awoken the next morning to the aggressive sound of rapping at your dorm room door. Slowly but surely you prized your eyes open, squinting at the early morning light streaming in through the window. You glanced around your dorm trying to shake the sleepy daze fogging your vision; your roommate Lonnie was still fast asleep oblivious to your early morning visitor. Eventually your eyes settled on an alarm clock and your brows furrowed.

“Who the hell’s knocking at my door at half four in the morning?” you whispered to yourself as you hauled your body out of the comfortable warmth of your bed covers.

The knocking only became more vigorous as your feet hit the cold wooden floor; the person waiting for you to answer was clearly not the most patient. Then it hit you, just as you went to open the door, you realized you recognized the rhythmic tapping.

It was the knock of a pirate.

Just not the one you wanted to see.

“Uma?”

As the door swung open you were met with a disheveled version of the pirate captain a worried frown etched into her eyebrows.

“Get changed we’re going right now” She demanded, pushing you back into your bedroom towards your closet hurriedly, her scowl only intensified when you stopped dead, turning to her in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s right princess,” she hissed rolling her eyes “Get changed”

She threw a pair of jeans and a random top from your floor in your general direction as she began to pace around your room. You threw them straight back at her.

“Do you care to explain what exactly is going on here?” You asked pointedly, a hint of sarcasm coating your voice.

Uma only huffed in annoyance before charging up to and standing millimeter from your face.

“We, are going to the Isle” she snapped before continuing when she saw you open your mouth to object “Harry’s gone and it’s the only place I haven’t checked, he never came home last night. Unless, that is, he’s hiding in your broom cupboard”

You gulped.

“H-he’s gone?” You asked shaking your head, overcome with a feeling of denial

“That’s what I said fish features and if you aren’t coming I’ll go get him on my own”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” You interjected “Who said anything about me not coming?”

Uma looked up at you hopefully.

“What?” you said to her dreadfully quietly “I love him”

You had never really understood just how much you took for granted in Auradon until you stood on the docks on the Isle. Sure, you kind of got the gist that it wasn’t the friendliest of places and that generally it wasn’t the happy-clappy princess land that you called home; but you hadn’t expected it to be that bad.

You were wrong. So very, very wrong.

As you made your way to the docks where Uma had presumed your boyfriend would be, you passed at least a dozen half starved looking children prowling the streets even in the early morning. You were alarmed by their faces worn and weathered, caked in a thick layer of filth. The entire island was, tarnished with a black dirt that never seemed to leave the place, the lingering smell of fish guts making you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“What’s up with you, your royal highness? Not what you expected?” Uma laughed, poking fun at your clearly bewildered first impression.

“No, it’s just that it a little…”  You struggled to find the right word to say until your eyes settled on a man tearing an apple from a small boys hand “…alarming”

Uma snorted like you’d said something funny.

Your furrowed your brows at her but you both shrugged it off as you stopped in front of the towering ship where you guessed Harry and Uma must have lived before coming to Auradon. You smiled fondly, the ship was impressive after all, but you couldn’t help wondering how Uma had acquired it.

A question for another time, you told yourself as you focused your ears, just able to make out a thick Scottish accent barking order from the deck.

Uma nudged your shoulder.

“Hurry up princess, by the sounds of it, that boyfriend of your has taken over my crew”

Uma dragged you onto the deck as she charged around the ship to find her first mate. It was in that moment you realized just how different you were, a small huddle of pirates circling you thoughtfully, intrigued yet somehow threatened by your presence, by the strikingly obvious differences in character. Suddenly you realized how hard Harry must have found fitting in at Auradon; how could he have possibly felt normal with people staring and whispering about him constantly? You felt a guilty knot form in your stomach, silently cursing yourself for not listening to Harry when he tried so hard to explain.

He was trying to tell you something. You told yourself. And all you did was shoot him down.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YE BRING HERE FOR!” You heard Harry yell from the bow of the ship. You glanced over to see Uma staring at him, arms folded, foot tapping on the floor.

Harry met your gaze, his eyes softening for a moment but hardening again once he saw the crew members staring at you like a piece of meat.

“AWAY FROM HER ALL OF YE, BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND MAKE YOU”.

Sure enough they all scarpered, running away from the seemingly enraged pirate with an unreadable expression on his face. You knew for certain it wasn’t anger, so you took your chances, running up to Harry and flinging your arms around him, hoping he would reciprocate. You exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he hugged you back, holding you up as he spun you round, careful not to catch you will his hook.

“I’m sorry, ye know for yesterday” Harry muzzled into your neck “In fact scratch that, ye know I’m sorry for everything”

“I know,” you whispered “But I’m sorry too. We’re both idiots”

Just like that, in that split second everything went back to normal, he was your crazy impulsive pirate and you were his stubborn over-eager princess.

“Ye shouldn’t be here Y/n” he said eventually pulling you away from him.

“Yes, well neither should you” you giggled, jabbing him playfully in the chest.

“No Y/N, you don’t get it. The Isle, its not safe for people like you”

You scoffed and chuckled a little.

“What you think that just because I’m a princess I can’t handle a li-“

You never got to finish your sentence because as you stopped for a breath, the filthy rugged body of an unfamiliar pirate dropped from the rope above the ship.

A body fell from the sky.

“INTRUDERS!” Was all that could be heard amongst the ship as more and more villains dropped from ropes onto the deck. They were armed, heavily, heaving swords and daggers as they began to plunder.

“DON’T LET THEM TAKE A THING!” You heard Uma yell as she drew her own sword from its sheath and cornered a few of the unwelcome guests against a railing, pushing them into the sea.

You glanced at Harry, who threw a sword in your direction. Catching it with one hand, you nodded at him.

“Get bellow deck” Harry said before rolling his eyes “This is exactly why I didn’t want ye here”

You kissed his cheek before sprinting in the opposite direction, heading for a hidden alcove whilst Harry took on an opponent.

“Don’t scare ye?” you heard him tease the seemingly tough villain he had pinned down on the floor as you moved away “Well that’s my specialty”

Gripping the cool handle of your weapon a little tighter you made your way across the ship, attracting as little attention to yourself as possible. Almost every pirate had a partner, each pair locked in a strenuous sword battle, swearing and sweat dripping from them as they attempted to hack the other into two. You were only a few feet away from your hiding spot when, momentarily distracted, you walked straight into one of the intruders, his unsettling smile laced with malicious intent.

Wordlessly, he raised his sword above his head, grinning as his weapon flew down with great force. You had never fought in your life; hell, you had never even held a weapon before, yet somehow you knew exactly what to do, exactly how to dodge, exactly how to fight back.

Crash! The swords slammed together, clattering with an enormous racket. Impressive displays of swiping and slashing flew about, still painfully aware of the glinting silver tip of the sword. You jumped, then ducked avoiding each lunged attack the villain attempted. You grabbed his sword, pulling it from his grasp and kicked it away, sending it skidding out of reach. Pinning him against a sail mast, you held your own sword to his throat, scowling at him, his eyes blazing.

“Don’t you ever come near me and my friends again, you understand?” You yelled in his face, despite the fact you hadn’t even talked to the majority of the crew. For some reason, the intruder wouldn’t drop the uncomfortable smirk.

You leaned forwards.

“I said do you underst-ah–”

You stumbled backwards in pain and watched the fugitive slip away as you vision blurred. Confused and dazed you looked down, your red shirt slowly spreading with fresh blood, the maroon colour deepening. There was a dagger protruding from your abdomen.

There was a dagger protruding from you abdomen.

It took only a few seconds for you to react; only a few more to panic. You had been stabbed, and badly; things weren’t looking good. The colour drained from your face as you scrambled desperately bellow deck, watching the battle continue, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

You didn’t know how deep your wound was but you knew better than to try and remove the dagger.

“If I leave it there I’ll be fine,” you told yourself “When they get me back to Auradon they can use magic or fairy dust or some other shit and I’ll be fine”

You had to think rationally, it was your only choice, so you sprawled yourself out across the floor watching your boyfriend take on more and more intruders. You weren’t bleeding too badly then, but you knew the moment you took the dagger out, it would be a blood bath. Harry was in full swing, kicking the attackers overboard and slashing at their legs with swords as you lay there, eyes brimming with tears as you tried not to cry. You had to stay quiet until the battle was over, so no enemy would find you and decide to finish you off. So you stayed there, biting your lip in pain, trying desperately not to scream.

But your whole tactic changed when you saw them. You knew you couldn’t just lie silently anymore. Harry was preoccupied dueling with a particularly advanced intruder that he didn’t notice them, trying to push him over the railings into the sea bellow. He didn’t see the new batch of villains crawling on the riggings above him, slowly inching their way towards him, their piggy eyes glinting with mischief. You knew exactly what they were going to do, he wouldn’t stand a chance, four against the one of him. They were only feet from him now, dangling their swords dangerously close to his head. He was blissfully unaware, swinging his sword so it clashed and clattered with his opponent’s, pushing him further and further away.

You contemplated calling out to him, warning him, but you knew you couldn’t risk it. If he didn’t hear you he would be done for and you would only draw attention to yourself, getting yourself killed in the process. No, you couldn’t call out to him. You had one option, one grim saddening option that would save the pirate you loved.  They were stalking him now, as if they were hunting him, and you couldn’t stay quiet any longer. You couldn’t watch him die.

So you stood up; before you could stop yourself you pulled out the dagger, ran towards Harry and threw yourself in front of him.

“HARRY GET IN THE WATER!” You screamed as you dived between him and the new posse of intruders.

He was stunned, clocking the red blood that now spurted from your chest furiously and grabbed hold of you.

“Y/N! What have you d-“

“GET IN THE WATER!”

You pushed him backwards, sending him flying overboard and watched him fall in the water. You know he could swim, he was the best in Auradon, so you knew that was the best place he could be.

Your knees buckled beneath you.

The new intruders spent no time inspecting you, noting the puddle of red blood oozing from your abdomen and turning away, clearly knowing that you wouldn’t be fighting back. They charged to another part of the ship.

As soon he was overboard you felt the first tinge of pain. You let out a muffled shriek of desperation as he sailed over the decking, throwing things brutally back into perspective. You probably won’t see Harry again.

And it killed you.

You tried to stumble your way to a mast to try and prop yourself up or at least out of sight while the commotion continued. You croaked and stuttered and hissed as you pressed your hand to your abdomen, coating it in sticky vermillion. You knew it was bad.  

“I’m not going to die” You whispered gritting your teeth in determination, refusing to give up.

You continued to pull your body towards safety, dodging rogue intruders as you tried to head bellow deck, each step draining you of more and more energy. The whole ship started to spin like a teacup ride, dizziness taking the ground from beneath you. With one more agonizing jolt of pain you collapsed to floor

It was too late. You knew it was coming and your muscles tense up as much as they can. Once you hit the deck, you knew it would be all over. You knew it would quick, painful yes but quick at the least. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want to leave them but you knew there wasn’t a single chance for you. The knowing didn’t soften the blow.

You couldn’t even scream.

Black started filling the edges of your vision, dark red blood oozing from the space between your fingers as you cover your wound with a shaky hand. Everything hurt, a dull gnawing pain erupting from your spleen. Your body was one big mess, bathed in a puddle of your own blood, dragging yourself across the floor as you tried to scramble to safety. A body shouldn’t have been able to move in this position, warped and twisted with nobody to help you. You pulled yourself into a shadowed crevice of the ship where you were hidden from view, trying to distract yourself from the pain

You let out a small agonizing groan, talking to yourself, trying to reason with yourself until Uma or Harry or some other member of the pirate crew noticed you were gone, trying to remind yourself that they would find you.

“I’m not dead yet?” you whispered to yourself, a question more than a statement “HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT DEAD YET?”

You bit your lip; tears escaping from the corners of your eyes as you looked upwards, begging yourself not to cry. It was too much. Far too much

“It hurts! It hurts so much! Please make it stop, it hurts so much! I..I can’t make it stop! There’s too much blood, I can feel everything, EVERYTHING!. My whole body’s screaming and it hurts so much, please make it stop please!”

Of course nobody could hear you, you could barely croak and with the commotion on the main ship it was all too distracting for anybody to sit and listen for desperate cries of pain.

You knew then that nobody was coming to save you.

So you decided you would have to save yourself.

“I can’t die okay body? You can’t give up on me. I can’t die, You can’t put them through this, not Harry, not your parents, not Uma. Come on Y/N focus. I can make it out of this mess. I know I can, come on stupid body move, stop being so weak. I can make it, we can make it just stop being so weak”

You took your shirt off, choking with every movement and with shaky fingers tied it around your waist, as tight as you possible could to try and stop the bleeding. There was a scary amount of blood. A scary amount, and it took everything you had not to listen to little voice at the back of your head saying you were already dead.

Your breathing came in raged shallow gasps.

“Come on body, you can do this MOVE! Where’s Harry? He knows I’m injured. Why isn’t he helping me? Oh god what if he’s dead”

You pulled yourself upwards trying to get a view of the main deck. You had to know he was alive even if it was the last thing you did. You had to know. Just as you saw the familiar scarlet flash of his coat, you fell to the floor again.

You felt your organs shut down one by one.

“I hope I’m not forgotten. People are still looking for me right? It hasn’t been long, surely there are still people looking for me.”

You were chuntering to yourself, babbling as if talking would keep you alive.

Someone will find me soon; I just need to hang in there for a little while longer. Oh god, please somebody find me. HARRY! UMA! GIL! You were screaming in your head, you couldn’t speak however hard you tried; your mouth just kept opening and shutting, trembling in a pool of your own blood.

I’m going to die. I don’t want to die alone, don’t leave me here. Somebody find me please, I know I will die now, so be it, just don’t let me die all alone. Somebody please hurry up and find me!

The voice in your head was getting quieter and quieter, fading further and further away.

I can’t ignore the pain, it’s unbearable, and maybe it would be better, to just die. NO! Shut the fuck up Y/N, pull through, and stop being such a coward. I’m so exhausted; I just want to close my eyes and sleep. NO! No, if I sleep that means the end. I mustn’t sleep. I can’t think anymore. Your eyelids were drooping and you couldn’t force them open anymore. The only thing keeping you awake was the horrified look on his face as you threw him off that ship.

“I promise you I won’t die Harry, I promise.”

You didn’t know he caught your eye, you didn’t see his face flicker with terror as he dropped everything he was doing and ran towards you, tugging Uma with him.

I don’t want it to end like this. What are you doing? Why, why is everything turning black? Oh god! Oh god no please! PLEASE! WHERE IS THE FUCKING CREW. I DON’T WANT TO DI…

He got to you too late.

A fraction, a second, a heartbeat too late.

Harry dropped everything when he saw you there, a crumpled bloodied mess in a heap, charging towards you with panic in his eyes.

“Y/N? Y/N! SHIT! Y/N!”

He scooped you up, pressing you against him, trying to shake you awake.

“Y/N! CAN YE HEAR ME! Y/N!” His eyes prickled with tears as he shook you harder and harder refusing to believe what he already knew was true.

“Yer okay princess, listen to me yer okay. Don’t ye dare leave me Y/N”

He pushed on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding but faltered when he saw just how much you had lost.

“SHIT! UMA! Hey princess its okay its okay” He alternated between screaming gently caressing your cheek with his thumb, in a panicked confused frenzy ”UMA! PLEASE HELP ME!”

The pirate captain was beside him in no time her eyes widening with fear and she too ducked down beside you, her hands covered in your blood as she pressed her hand to your wrist.

She checked for a pulse.

And then again. And then again and again and again until she stopped to wipe a tear away.

There wasn’t one.

“Harry she’s go-“

“SHE’S NOT! SHE’S GOING TO BE FINE! YE KNOW THAT UMA! SHE’S GOING TO BE PERFECTLY FUCKING FINE”
“Harry,” Uma began, her voice saddened and small “She’s gone, I’m so sorry Harry, she’s gone”

He howled.

He kicked and screamed and swore and cursed. He cried until his throat was hoarse.

And the pirate boy sobbed into your blood caked hair, clinging onto you as he shook, refusing to let you go.

The battle continued around him, Uma’s crew eventually beating them, the intruders fleeing, but he didn’t move, he clung to you limp lifeless body and howled like a wounded dog.

He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

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