@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!

OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336

There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.


Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.


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After a LONG time, here we have a new Get The Look post!

James Erskine was not only a handsome dude but also a Scottish Judge and (for my eyes at least) a master in mixing brown and blue.

Photos from top:

  1. “James Erskine, Lord Barjarg and Alva”, 1750, Allan Ramsay, Scottish National Portrait Gallery.
  2. Formal coat, 1740s, England, Victoria & Albert Museum.
  3. Embroidered waistcoat, 1740-49, Great Britain, Victoria & Albert Museum.
  4. Linen shirt, 18th century, American, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  5. Tricorne hat, mid-18th century, Italy, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
On My Own (Harry Hook) Part One

“You swore you’d never hurt me.”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own.”

Part Two, Part Three

“Y/N Facilier, you sly little guppy you!”

     You laughed as the thick accent filled your head. “Hary Hook,” You greeted, turning to face the young pirate. He held his trademark hook in his left hand, a sword in his belt, and his tricorne hat perched upon his head.

     “The one and only,” he replied, giving you a swift bow. Sometimes this boy was just too much.

     “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, one hand hiding behind your back to slide a golden locket into your back pocket. The locket belonging to the one and only daughter of Ursula, Uma. The brunet pirate let out a chuckle before standing to face you, right hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword.

     “I’m afraid Uma isn’t too happy with you, Kitten. After all, you did take somethin’ that doesn’t belong to you.” He slurred, strutting over until he was right in front of you. “And that wasn’t very nice.”

     You chuckled as his hook came to gently caress your jaw. “I’d hate to ruin a pretty face like yers. So why don’t ya just fork it over to ol’ Harry, Princess?” He whispered softly, though you could feel the weight of his threat as plainly as the feeling of his cold hook against your skin. But, unfortunately for him, you weren’t one to back down easily.

     “I don’t have the slightest clue of what Ol’ Harry is talking about. I’m Kitten not Princess, remember?,” You replied smoothly, a slight smirk tugging at your lips as you mocked the pirate’s (albeit attractive) accent. You were surprised to see a smirk tugging at his lips as well.

     “Is that so? Then what might this be, hm?” He asked you, using the hook you had been too distracted to notice to slip the necklace out of your pocket and dangle it in front of your face.

     “Gee, how did that get there?” You asked with a mocking gasp. Harry opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off with a swift, “Well, I’d hate to cut this visit short but I really must be going now! Bye, Jerry!” Before placing a kiss on his cheek (to momentarily distract him from the fact you snatched his hat off his head) and running off.

     “It’s Harry!” He called after you, running his fingers through his hair. “Something’s not right…” he mumbled to himself, slowly beginning the trek back to Uma’s ship, feeling the breeze running through his hair. He stopped. There shouldn’t be a breeze running through his hair. His hat would have stopped it. His hat!

     “Why, you little snake! GET BACK HERE WITH MY HAT!”

     “Do you think we’ll ever get off this island?” You asked Harry from where you laid curled up on the deck of Uma’s ship. Harry chuckled, taking your hand that was idly tracing shapes onto his chest and pressing it to his lips.

     “Of course we will, Lass. Uma can do anythin’. She’ll get us off of this bloody island. We’ll rule Auradon someday,” He replied. You frowned slightly.

     “But I don’t want to rule Auradon. It’d become just as bad as the Isle,” you mumbled, staring up at the black sky above you, wishing that for once you could see the moon and the stars.

     Harry chuckled slightly, “You have to be the least ambitious Villain I have ever met,” he teased, rolling over on top of you and tickling at your sides until you were squirming like a worm on a hook.

     “Well at least my goal in life isn’t something like getting my hand eaten by a lazy crocodile like my father,” You teased. You would never let him live down the day he stuck a fish on his hand to try and entice Tick Tock to eat it.

     “No but yer goal could be to grow a mustache like him. It’s already started!” He teased back. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

     “You take that back!”

     “Make me!”

     “Hey, Y/N?” A voice brought you out of your own thoughts. You were alone in your ‘apartment’ after a fight with Harry. He wouldn’t stop bringing up Mal again.

     “Oh hey, Gil. Come on in,” you greeted, smiling at the blond boy. You never had anything against Gil. Despite his father being a pompous airhead, he was a really nice guy, though not the brightest.

     “I need to talk to you. About Harry.” The tone in his voice made you sit your book down, giving him your undivided attention.

     “Kitten, I’m home! Ready to grovel for yer forgiveness!” The pirate called out as he stepped into the apartment. He frowned slightly. He could feel a storm brewing. And not the kind with rain either. The kind that often results in him taking a book or two to the head. He slowly followed a trail of tissues to the bedroom the two of you often shared when he didn’t feel like going back to the ship.

     “Oh no, darlin’ what’s wrong with you?” He cooed as he spotted you hugging your knees on the bed. Hurrying over, he wrapped his arms around you, gently rocking you back and forth, feeling teary eyed himself. You never cried, so on the rare occasion you would, he would end up joining you at the sadness of seeing your tears.

     “Go away, Harry,” You whispered in a cracking voice.

     “Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you. Who hurt my little Kitten, hm?” He quizzed in a soft voice, wiping tears from your cheeks.

     “Go look in a mirror to find out. Or go find that ship captain you sneak off to see,” You seethed, anger replacing sadness as you watched his expression shift from concerned, to confused, to shock and guilt.

     “Now Princess, let me explain,” he started, only to be cut off by you. “Explain what, Harry!? That you’ve been cheating on me with your Captain!?” You yelled, the anger finally pushing itself out of every pore in your body.

     He at least had the decency to keep his mouth shut while you yelled at him. You finally told him how he made you feel when all he could do was complain about Mal leaving, or obsess over Uma’s latest stupid plan to leave the Isle which everyone knew would fail. How worried you would be when he’d come home at odd hours of the night, reeking of booze and perfume.

     But, then he came back at you. Accusing you of spying on him, trying to be his parent instead of his girlfriend, and even having the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him! With Gil of all people!

     And by the time he stormed out of your apartment that night, you both believed you were in the right.

     “On behalf of King Benjamin and Lady Mal, you have hereby been invited to join in the academic year at Auradon Prep,” You read from the scroll, eyes wide in shock. “You mean… I get to leave the Isle? And attend an actual school?” You asked, staring at the smiling man in yellow and blue that had appeared in your apartment.

     You felt like you could burst into tears at the sight of his nod. So you did.

     “I’m going for a walk, Lads,” the brunet pirate called out to the other members of Uma’s crew before strolling off of the ship, pretending he had all the time in the world. Even though he knew he only had about ten minutes left before you left for Auradon.

     He kept to the shadows, leaning against a building nearby while you put your belongings into the trunk of the limousine. Nothing fancy, just a small sack of clothes, including a few choice items gifted to you by a certain pirate. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone.

     You could feel his gaze on your back so you turned, getting one last look at the brunet boy you still harbored so many feelings for. But, upon meeting your gaze, he turned his head, clenching his jaw tightly.

     You sighed. “Goodbye, Harry Hook.”

     And with that, you took your leave.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Want a part two?


@x-unvoid: Can you do a harry hook imagine where you get kid napped and he’s a worried af boyfriend lol I’m so basic

Harry Hook x Reader

Hades’ daughter, Y/N, has been kidnapped by Scar’s son, Santiago, and Claude Frollo’s son, Calvin, in order to get revenge on the infamous Harry Hook



warnings: swearing, threatening, kidnapping, mature content a bit, and a bit of fluff at end

word count: 2967

Originally posted by butterflywingednight


That’s all you could see as a bag was flung over your head in the middle of the night while walking home from Ursula’s Fish & Chips after the traditional game night you, Uma, Harry, and Gil had every Wednesday night. 

Harry, your long term boyfriend of three years, had insisted to walk you home, but you protested by saying you were big enough to take care of yourself and reassured Harry that you’d see him after he had helped Uma close up for the night, meeting back at your place. But he was going to be in for a surprise when he got to your place. 

A hand was placed over your mouth before you knew it you were being swept off your feet and carried into the darkness. 

Who in the hell was taking you this late at night? Maybe they were waiting until you were alone to be able to sweep you off your feet without anybody noticing? 

You didn’t know and you had no idea who was taking you until you heard a familiar voice speak from beside you. 

“Don’t you think Harry will be mad? I mean, he’s bound to find out sooner or later, San.” Calvin stated as he kept look out for Santiago, making sure that nobody was witnessing the whole ordeal. 

“Shut up, you idiot! She may not be able to speak, but she can certainly hear your voice, you fool!” Santiago hissed, hitting Calvin in his arm that earned a groan from the boy. Santiago rolled his eyes at how pathetic Calvin was being and turned his attention back to the girl in his arms. He wasn’t wrong, though. You could everything crystal clear and you couldn’t wait until Harry found out and came to your rescue.  

Harry had always promised that him and the crew would always protect you, no matter what. Harry was very protective and always promised you two would find a way off the Isle somehow and someway. If there was one person he would go to ends of the earth for, it was you and only you. It was like you put a spell on him and he was all yours. 

You were drawn from your thoughts when you were thrown onto the cold, hard, and rough floor that was most likely Santiago’s cave. He had always kept his prisoners in there because not a single person would even dare to step foot in his cave, especially with the sons and daughter of the three hyena’s hanging around the cave. Shania, Benji, and Erik. The three were even more scary than Uma, Harry, and Gill put together. 

Your mouth was uncovered, but before you could even make a sound there was a piece of cloth shoved into your mouth, basically gagging you. Calvin worked on tying your hands behind your back as your mouth was being stuffed with the cloth. You began to squirm around on the scratchy ground, scratching up your knees in the process. You knew there was no way in getting out of this. 

“Not so tough now, huh? Your little hook boy can’t come and save you, darlin’. Sorry to break it to you.” Santiago spoke as he let out a sinister laugh, dragging his hand across your cheek, making you nudge away from his touch. “He took what’s ours and now we’re taking what’s his. Don’t take it too personally.” Calvin said as he shrugged and got up from the floor, following behind Santiago as they waltzed their way out of the room. 

You were fucked. 

Harry made his way through the alleyway as his hook twirled around in the palm of his left hand, whistling a faint tune. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have let Y/N walk home all by herself, but he knew that she was big enough to handle herself and she had magic on her side from her father. 

Boy, was he wrong. 

He made his way to Y/N’s home, stopping at her door before slowly pushing it open in fear that she was sound asleep and afraid that he might end up waking her up. Harry shut the door behind him before beginning to climb the stair that laid in front of him, still whistling but in a softer tune this time. Harry had always found it better to listen to the sound of music or whistling instead of hearing the ticking noise on his father’s boat when he was younger. 

Once Harry reached the top of the stairs he set his tricorn on the railing along with his hook, letting it hang from the railing. Harry made his way towards the bedroom, trying to make as little noise as he possibly could as he approached the room that him and Y/N had shared from time to time. Harry peeped his head through the cracked door, pushing it open a bit with a smile of his face before having it fall flat at the realization that Y/N had not been in the room. 

“Y/N?” He called out in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows. 

No answer. 

“Y/N? Where are you? I swear to god if you’re pulling some shit on me-” Harry stopped once he finally came to the realization that you weren’t actually there. His heartbeat started to speedup and become louder, almost being able to actually hear it through his own ears. Harry’s whole face turned a deep red and his whole body tensed up at the thought of what might be actually happening right now. 

His heart began to sink. 

If he wouldn’t have let you walk alone, then maybe you would be in bed where he was expecting to see you. Safe, waiting for him, all wrapped up in blankets with inviting and open arms. 

Harry shook away his thoughts before rushing to the railing, grabbing his tricorn hat and hook, sliding it into the palm of his left hand and keeping a firm grip on it until his knuckles turned white. 

He knew exactly who did this and it was all over a stupid scarf that he had swiped from Calvin’s neck that ended up in someone else’s hands by the end of the night in Ursula’s Fish & Chips. The scarf wasn’t even that good and he couldn’t understand why he needed it back so badly to the point where he would kidnap his girlfriend. 

Harry stormed over towards Ursula’s Fish & Chips to gather up Gil and Uma to come along for the showdown. Harry knew that they’d help him. They always had his back no matter what and that’s why he loved them to bits and pieces. 

Harry banged on the saloon styled doors, shaking them violently to get Uma’s attention or even Gil’s attention. He was breathless and desperate. Harry knew that he couldn’t go alone, but if he had to, then he would. 

“What’s so important that you had to almost knock my d-” Uma opened the door, scolding him and questioning him before actually taking a moment to take in Harry’s appearance. Harry’s pupils has been blown, he was completely breathless, his jaw clenched, and his body was so tensed up that he could’ve probably explode at any moment. 

“Santiago and Calvin have taken Y/N, Uma. I need you to help me get her back, please? You can either come with me or not, but I don’t have much time to waste, okay? Who knows what those two fucking scumbags could be doing to her right now.” Harry spoke quickly as he rushed the sentence from his mouth, staring at Uma with his blown pupils. Uma can definitely tell that he wasn’t kidding and he was worried out of his mind. She needed to help him. 

Uma rushed back inside, grabbing a sword from the drop-off bucket before placing it in the sheath that was around her hip and rushing back to Harry. Uma shut the saloon doors behind her before running off into the darkness of the night. 

Your fingers curled around the rope as you desperately tried to unravel the knot that had been tied, but failing attempt after attempt. It was better than having to listen to the three annoying laughs that would occasionally fill the cave. 

Santiago and Calvin had been so wrapped up in arguing about whether or not Mal and Ben’s relationship was going to work out, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted to be wrapped up in Harry’s arms with having him tell you everything was going to be okay and how stupid he was for letting you walk home on your own, but he wasn’t being stupid and was actually showing trust and believing in you. 

You were drawn from your thoughts as Shania, Benji, and Erik began to circle around you, their laughs echoing the cave. 

“Your little boy toy isn’t here to save you, now is he? Such a shame that he let a pretty little thing like you roam the Isle at night, Y/N.” Benji spoke as he circled around, letting out a sinister laugh. “Maybe when he does get here, then we could just get him to go away by mocking the ticking noise that drove his own father insane!” Shania teased, her laugh following right behind Benji’s. “We could just tell him that the crock is following right behind him and we’ll have him running for the hills!” Erick added in, nudging his fellow cousins before following the both of them with his high pitched laugh. 

You hissed at them, attempting to get the rag out of your mouth, but failing horribly. You just wanted to rip them to shreds from the words that were shamelessly dripping from their lips about your boyfriend. Nobody could and would ever talk about him that way if you were able to punch them right in the mouth to shut them up. 

“Harry wouldn’t even come towards us with his hook! What is he gonna do? Jab at us w-” Shania was interrupted by a thick Scottish accent, knowing exactly who was cutting her off and she didn’t even have to turn around to find out.

“Well, well, well,” Harry spoke up, dragging his hook across the cave walls before letting out a small and sinister chuckle from under his breath. “I’m actually very hurt that you think that low of me, mate. I could have all five of you hanging from off the plank in a matter of seconds! Right, Uma?” Harry seethed through gritted teeth, turning to Uma to get her approval of his words before turning his gaze to your own. 

Uma nodded, rolling her eyes at the annoying habit Harry always had. Harry had always sought for approval from anyone he was with just to prove his point and it was annoying, but Uma had learned to put up with it. 

You sat there with the three cousins twirling around you like they were in some sort of cult that was making a sacrifice to the devil. Your face was red from the build up of anger that was boiling inside of you, your arms tied behind your back as it began to get a bit uncomfortable, and your mouth was still gagged with a dirty cloth from Santiago’s cave. It broke Harry’s heart knowing that you had been in so much pain and torture for the past hour or two you had been in here. 

“We just want what’s ours and we’ll give you what’s yours, Harry. You know that scarf has meaning to my father and I, but you still took it!” Calvin scolded at Harry, taken back the fact that he had actually shown up to the forbidden cave of Santiago and Scar. 

Uma sized up to Calvin, looking him up and down with a look of pure disgust. “Just give us the girl back, or we’ll just toss the scarf overboard along with you and the three musketeers! You know I don’t have any problem with taking out the trash, Calvin.” Uma teased, giving him a small boo that caused Calvin to jump back a bit in surprise. Of course, they were all shivering in their boots as soon as Uma came around because everyone knew she basically ran the Isle. When she says something, she means it. 

Harry kept his gaze on your own as your eyes stayed locked during the whole arguing back and forth between Uma and Calvin. Harry’s face twitched a bit before deciding enough was enough. 

Harry drew his sword, gesturing towards the three cousins that had still been circling around Y/N. He looked at Uma before they both decided it was time to get it on and over with.

Shania drew her own sword from it’s sheath before rushing over towards Harry with determination that she wasn’t going down without a fight. Harry did the same as he quickly knelt on the ground as Shania came into view, sweeping her legs right from underneath her as it left her laying on the floor that was below her. 

Uma began to take on the two boys, eventually getting a hold of Calvin’s sword before taking a blow to the back of the head from Santiago that caused her to stumble onto the ground as pain burned behind her eyes. Uma struggled to get to her feet, but eventually regaining her balance and reaching for the two swords that had been on the scattered on the floor after taking the blow to the head. 

Uma thrusts both swords at the boys before taking the opportunity to point both sharp ends at their throats, causing them to lift up their heads up in fear. Uma took that chance to get close enough to Santiago before kicking him in the groin area that caused the boy to drop down on both knees, taking an advantage of his pain in order to snatch the third sword. 

Calvin’s eyed widened before deciding enough was enough as he made his way to escape through the entrance of the cave, leaving his partner in crime to fend for himself. 

Uma watched Santiago cower away in pain, pointing the end of the knife to his throat once more before forcing him to scatter to his feet, still groaning in the pain that had been inflicted on him. 

Meanwhile, Harry was fighting off Shania as he pointed the sword down to her torso, basically threatening the other two that he would do damage if they had moved any closer. The four of them quickly shifted their attention over to Uma who had already scared one off and was about the scare off the other one which would also make the other three scatter along with them. 

“Give up yet? We could take all three of you to the plank if that’s what you want, but I don’t think it is, is it?” Uma questioned, shuffling her body closer to Santiago as the sword began to get closer and closer to his neck, threatening to cause harm if he moved forwards to fight back.

Santiago was trembling in fear as he flinched at her words, shaking his head. “N-No…” He stuttered, keeping his back against the cave wall as he did not want to move an inch closer in fear of what Uma might do. Uma let a crazed spread across her lips as she shook her head in approval. “That’s what I thought, San. Now, scram before I have each and every single one of you swimming with the sharks!” Uma lowered her sword, gesturing to the entrance of the cave as if she was telling all of them to leave before they actually did some real damage. 

Harry removed his sword from Shania’s torso, watching as all four scattered around to leave the cave as fast as they could, a small grin forming on Harry’s face that seemed even more crazed than Uma’s. You had watch the whole thing happen, yours eyes had been widened the whole time in horror and you just couldn’t wait to get out of here. 

After the four had fled the cave, Harry rushed over to you as he pulled the gag from out of your mouth and took the pocket knife that was secured around his belt, cutting the ropes from your wrist that had left a few bruises and redness from them being so tight. Harry pulled you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with his palm as he tucked your head into his chest. Your arms immediately snaked around his torso, letting out a few deep breaths and a few sobs. Harry pulled himself away, his fingers stroking the hair away from your face that had fallen while you were tied down before swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. 

“Y/N, I was so worried. I thought I lost you forever and I’m so stupid for letting y-” You curled your fingers around the collar of his coat before pulling him close to you, replacing your hands to his cheeks as his lips met your own. You knew you had to shut him up and keep him from saying anything else. Harry placed his palm on the side of your face before cradling it as his fingers danced softly along the apples of your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips that was more sweet than passionate. 

He pulled away, breaking into a smile. “Just promise me from now on that you’ll let me walk you home when I offer it, okay?” He spoke softly, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. 


And with that being said, you both got to your feet, interlocking your fingers together before making your way into the darkness that consumed the night. 

I’m soooo sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors:((((((  I’ve been so busy the past few days with school starting back up soon and sports:( but my writing will definitely improve when I’m not super busy with everything happening at once! I hope you enjoyed it and I’m already beginning to work on other writings, so if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to ask!

@xiongataosenai replied:

To be perfectly fair, (white) America doesn’t really have much history to be anachronistic with? Like, you’ve got this pilgrim thing, and then the Victorian/Old West, but what other tropes are really there that aren’t even more recent than those?

This was a reply to this post here (short version: grumping about how video games often stick Foreign™ characters with wildly anachronistic designs, while white American characters are mostly period-appropriate apart from the odd cowboy or quasi-Victorian dandy), but I’m going to spin it off as a separate thread because I think there’s some substantive discussion to be had here.

So, to the question at hand: what goofy historical stereotypes are there for white America that predate the Old West? (EDIT: “Predate” means “older than”, folks; a lot of responses up to this point seem to think we’re looking for stuff more recent than the Old West, when in fact we want the opposite.) Technically the “Old West” covers everything from 1783 onward, but for our purposes we’ll pin our cutoff date as the 1830s, since that’s when things start looking like what folks are actually picturing when they think of the Old West.

Well, off the top of my head:

  • The Puritan/Pilgrim: touched on in the post this was responding to - the link’s above, so no need to rehash it here.
  • The Revolutionary Soldier: blue jackets, tight pants, and tricorn hats, plus a curled white wig if you’re upper class. Banners and bugles and silly little drums - all that pageantry.
  • The Mountain Man: furs and leathers and huge freakin’ beards. While they did exist during the Old West era, mountain man culture was already well into its decline, having peaked several decades earlier - and it’s a very distinct media archetype in any event.

That’s two more - what else have we got?

(To be 100% clear, there needs to be an associated media stereotype for it to count, so just being able to describe it in an historical context isn’t sufficient.)

I almost lost you...

Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie -  Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)

The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.

The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.

“Emma, what is it?” 

Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves. 

“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…” 

A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards. 

It’s here! The Jolly Roger, it’s back!” 

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