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RIA‌:

“i feel like i’ve been gone for so long that i never truly noticed how annoying aks can be until now.” aria spoke to herself mostly before then turning to her younger sister as she handed her the bottle of rum that she had been drinking since setting sail on auradon’s dock. “anyway, wanna have some fun? now that we’re finally allowed in auradon for once, we can do whatever the hell we please.” @rottncores​

“  they’re  definitely  quick  to  remind  you  of  how  righteous  and  mighty  they  can  be.  “   lyric  rolls  her  eyes  before  taking  the  bottle  of  rum  from  her  sister’s  hands  and  taking  a  swig.   oh  it  made  her  angry  how  much  better  the  rum  here  in  auradon  was  compared  to  what  they  were  forced  to  drink  on  the  isle.   “  depends,  what  type  of  fun  are  you  suggesting  ria?  i  need  to  know  if  it’s  worth  my  time.  “ 

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JAMES‌:

as soon as hook hears marlene’s voice,    he’s confused.   when he hears her say my deck,    he’s annoyed.     and when she teases him…    oh,    now he’s frustrated.    he grits his teeth and swats her hand away,   shooting marlene a glare.    ‘    aye,   yer spotless deck?    marlene hadleigh wit’ her own crew?    i’ll believe that when ‘a see it.   ’    he is,   perhaps,   about to see that,    but he simply cannot believe that this woman is a captain.    marlene hadn’t seemed capable of making a decision for herself until the passing of her sister,    and hook had found her vaguely annoying for it until she’d begun to grow as a person.    their new and improved relationship doesn’t mean he can’t get annoyed with her,   though,    as evidenced here.    grumpily,    hook continues,     ‘     ‘a don’t need any creams.    an’ harry’s likely wit’ his fiance.    harriet…    bloody hell,    ‘a don’t know what they get up tae these days.    but ye need tae not bloody put yer dirty hands on me,   ye mug,   ’    hook frowns,   though his voice lacks any aggression.    it’s simply a family spat,    that’s all…

there’s  amusement  on  her  expression  as  she  feels  him  swatting  her  hand  away  like  a  child.   he’s  far  too  easy  to  rile  up,   but  that  didn’t  make  it  any  less  satisfying.  it  made  sense  that  he  wouldn’t  believe  her.  she’s  never  been  a  meek  creature  by  any  means  but  the  woman  she  was  before  she  left  was  nothing  compared  to  the  woman  she  has  become.   scattered  letters  couldn’t  convey  that  to  him.   “  if  you’re  simply  saying  that  so  i  will  invite  you  on  board  to  show  you  that  you  are  wrong,   you’ve  got  to  come  up  with  a  better  tactic  james.  “    she  listens  to  where  he  believes  that  his  children  are  and  she  can’t  help  but  notice  he  seems  to  have  more  of  a  handle  on  harry  than  harriet.  at  least  that  hasn’t  changed.   “   you’re  right,  the  creams  can  only  do  so  much.     aye!  the  famous  fiance.   i  am  looking  forward  to  meeting  her.   i  am  curious  to  see  if  she  lives  up  to  harry’s  fantastical  descriptions.  poor  harriet,  they  still  get  the  leftovers  of  your  attention?  “     she  smirks  up  at  him.   “   don’t  get  your  knickers  in  a  twist.   my  hands  are  cleaner  than  yours  have  ever  been.  “    the  blonde  walks  around  him  towards  the  opening  of  her  ship  and  she  looks  back  at  him  with  hesitation  written  on  her  expression.  this  could  be  a  terrible  idea,  but  she’ll  deal  with  the  consequences  later.  “  alright  stop  loitering  outside  my  ship  and  get  your  ass  on  board  or  leave.   “     she  turns  and  begins  walking  across  the  deck,  leaving  him  to  make  his  decision. 

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CLARA‌:

     ‘and we’re going to take full advantage of everything they have to offer. it’s the least they can do, right?’ she pulls out her sword, admiring the blade as it glistens in the light. a small but cruel smile forms on her lips as she thinks about how they’re going to make the precious princess suffer. ‘let’s see how a princess loves being with a pirate crew. maybe her mommy can save her if she’s not still scared of us. maybe she’s threatened that we’ll take the crown back. which we will. permanently this time.’ 

“  they  should  be  groveling  at  our  feet  for  forgiveness.  treating  us  like  the  god  damn  royalty  we  are.  “    her  fingers  curl  around  the  hilt  of  her  sword  tightly  until  her  knuckles  turn  white.  talking  about  the  royals  was  making  her  blood  begin  to  boil.   a  bitter  laugh  falls  from  her  lips  at  the  image  of  ursula  attempting  to  save  her  daughter  from  their  clutches.  “  she’s  far  too  much  of  a  coward,  dear  sister.   wonder  how  she’ll  feel  when  we  send  her  daughter  back  to  her  piece  by  piece.   oh  i  can’t  wait  to  knock  her  off  of  her  stolen  throne.  “ 

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AUDREY‌:

audrey’s  first  stop  was  a  pet  store  downtown  and  one  might  say  that  she  went  a  little  overboard  with  her  purchase  despite  of  only  being  in  need  of  cat  food  for  odette.   she  picked  her  a  new  scratcher ,   a  bunch  of  different  toys  to  play  with  and  a  lots  of  tasty  treats  to  munch  on  —   no  wonder  she  is  now  carrying  a  three  full  bags.   luckily   her   car  isn't  parked  too  far  away.   she’s  walking  in  the  direction  of  the  parking  spot  when  she  hears  the  familiar  tone  of  an  incoming  message.   a  hiss  of  frustration  escapes  through  her  lips  as  audrey  holds  all  three  bags  in  one  hand  while  the  other  searches  her  purse  for  her  phone.   it’s  chad ,   no  surprise.   probably  with  yet  another  speech  about  the  pirate  germs  that  might  have  survived  since  —   nevermind.   audrey  doesn't  think  about  it  anymore.   though  before  she  can  read  chad’s  message ,   there's  a  hard  impact  and  the  bags  fall  down  on  the  ground ,   but  she  doesn’t.   instead  there’s  an  arm  wrapped  around  her ,   holding  her  steady.   she’s  breathless ,   and  then  her  eyes  meet  with  his.      ❛   pirate ,   ❜      acknowledging  his  name  seemed  far  too  personal  and  considering  the  latest  gossips ,   audrey  wants  as  much  space  between  them  as  possible.   she  takes  a  step  backwards ,   her  hands  smoothing  the  fabric  of  her  dress.      ❛   perhaps  if  you  watch  your  step ,   it  might  not  happen  again …   it'd  be  terribly  unfortunate  if  we  made  a  habit  of  this.   ❜

“  ah  recall  th’  last  time  haed  been  yer  fault,  princess.  “   if  she  wants  to  simply  go  by  titles  then  fine  by  him.   he  would  dish  out  as  much  respect  as  he’s  given.  “   syne  ah  am  a  respectable  gentleman  now,  we  can  split  th’  blame  this  time.  “    respectable  gentleman  -   that  term  is  being  used  loosely.   he  would  be  a  lord  soon  given  his  engagement  to  aurora.  gaze  goes  to  the  bags  that  were  now  sprawled  out  along  the  pavement  and  he’s  quick  to  gather  them  up  before  she  can  move.  “  th’  gentlemanly  thing  wuid  be  tae  help  ye  wit’  yer  bags.  “   honestly,  he  could  care  less  about  her  bags.  it  the  opportunity  to  interrupt  her  day  and  taunt  her  that  was  more  appealing  than  being  helpful.   harry  gives  her  a  grin  before  turning  on  his  heel  and  walking  in  the  direction  she  had  been  heading  in.  if  she  wanted  what  was  in  these  bags  back,  then  she  had  no  choice but  to  follow.   “   ye  niver  answerit  mah  quaisten.  whare  hae  ye  been hidin’?  lockit  in  a  tower?   hidin’  in  thon  cute  wee  cottage?   mare  summer  school?   “    

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LASS‌:

“all i hear is ‘welcome to auradon’ and ‘welcome to auradon’ that and the only thing you’re doing is making me wanna go to bed already.” apoplanisi reassured the male pirate as she pretended to fall asleep before then smiling mischievously at the male. “anyway, the names apoplanisi and i’d be lying if i said you weren’t insanely handsome.” @rottncores​

“ ye  donnae  hae  tae  worry  lass,   th’  welcome  wagon  ends  wit  me.   ah  wasnae  elite  enough  tae  learn  th’  stick  up  mah  ass  spiel  they  spout  aroond  ‘ere.  “     his  brows  furrow  whenever  she  says  her  name  and  he  almost  misses  the  fact  that  she’s  flirting  with  him  because  he’s  stuck  on  that  damn  crazy  name.    “  apopkalsi...  apopperlassie...  yer  gaun’ae  hae  tae  give  me  a  nickname   ‘cause  ah  ainae  sayin’  tha’   everytime  ah  see  ye.  “   harry  shrugs  at  her  assessment  of  his  looks.   nothing  he  hasn’t  hear  before.   “  aye  tha’  ah  am,  an  ye  can  leuk  but  donae  touch.   ah  am  a  married  man,  apoplissie.  “ 

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“  smee,  you  old  fool! “   she  calls  from  across  the  bar  whenever  she  spots  him  and  raises  her  glass  towards  him.   it  doesn’t  quite  matter  to  her  that  almost  everyone  looks  between  her  and  the  old  man  as  she  strides  over  to  him.   “  get  over  here!  “   her  arm  is  slung  around  his  shoulders  rather  clumsily.  if  he  had  been  trying  to  leave  or  stay  out  of  her  sight,  well  he  was  quite  stuck  now.   “  has  james  finally  given  you  a  day  off?  join  me  for  a  drink!  it’ll  be  like  old  times.  “   she  motions  for  the  bartender  to  bring  over  more  rum  for  the  both  of  them.   “  perhaps  you  can  also  get  me  up  to  speed  with  everything  that’s  been  going  on  here.   i  know  you  know  all  the  gossip,  you  old  hen. “  ft. @chaoscores

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STALKER‌:

pretty?   he thinks pie is pretty?    her eyes light up as soon as he says this;   pie often thinks other girls are pretty but she can only count the times she’s been called pretty on one hand.    a somewhat creepy grin spreads across her features,   a smile that evidences that she is perhaps more used to baring her teeth to appear threatening than to show joy.     she very quickly stands and rushes over to the counter.    ‘   curly thinks pie is pretty?   ’    she asks,   eyes bright with wonder.    without asking permission,   she reaches over the counter to grab at his hair,   almost lying flat on the counter’s surface at this point.    clearly,   this girl knows nothing of boundaries.    ‘   pie…    pie thinks curly’s hair is pretty.   like old times.   like…    like holy mother’s brother.    like sun.   ’   his hair is curly like artemis’ brother apollo’s is what that means in pie’s language…

the smile that appears on her lips makes him shudder and immediately regret his words, but what else was he supposed to say? he couldn’t have told her she was gross! his mom raised him better than that! as soon as she starts running towards the counter, he backs up as far as he can against the glass case of action figures behind him. oh god, this is how he dies. he attempts to dodge her hands as they go to grab for his hair but he’s only got so far to go and suddenly she’s got a strand in her grasp. “ a-aah. “  he grinds his teeth together at the pain from his scalp and cranes his neck to look at her without pulling his hair. “ t-thank you? “  she was going on about someone, but he had no clue who. “ how about we uh.. sit down and you can play with my hair gently? “ maybe that’ll give him a chance to call someone ...  anyone to help him or it might be a horrible decision and these will be his last words. 

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caspian  sits  perched  on  her  shoulder  as  she  sits  in  the  park  with  a  sketch  book  on  her  lap  and  focus  on  a  flower  beside  her.  she  finds  her  greatest  artistic  inspiration  comes  from  nature.  her  pencil  glides  along  the  page  until  she  feels  their  gaze  upon  her,  or  rather  upon  caspian.  owls  weren’t  usual  pets  and  caspian  was  quite  the  beautiful  one,  so  she  supposes  she  can  see  why  they’ve  chosen  to  blatantly  stare.  “  would  you  like  to  pet  him  or  are  you  going  to  continue  to  stand  there  with  your  mouth  open  like  a  fish  out  of  water?  “     marlene  reaches  up  and  holds  out  two  fingers  for  caspian  to  perch  on,  beginning  to  run  a  finger  through  the  feathers  on  his  belly.   “   i  can’t  promise  he  won’t  nip  at  you  if   provoked,  but  you  are  welcome  to  brave  it.  shall  we  see  if  he  perceives  you  as  friend  or  foe?  “

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MA‌:

‘    harry!   ’    miriam beams,   spotting her son before the flowers  —  she’s always this pleased to see her children return home.   it’s not often that they get to spend a lot of time together;   their entire family lead busy lives.    her eyes travel down to the bouquet as harry presses a kiss to her cheek,    her heart swelling in her chest at the gesture.    her boys treat her well…   and she raised harry well.    ‘   oh,  daisies,   my favourite.   thank you,   sweetheart.    ’    she beams up at him.    ‘    and you know how it is;   i’m just glad you’re home.   ’    with her bad leg stopping her from serving,   it can get a little lonely at home.    although miriam tries to keep herself active,    it can be difficult.    it’s then that she notices the look on harry’s face,   noticing the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.    has something happened?    she likes to think she knows her children better than the back of her hand;    spending so much time at home after the accident,    her children have been her main focus for the last few years.    she’d simply have watched harry for a while before bringing his mood up had he not mentioned it himself,    but she’s glad he’s comfortable enough to open up.    when miriam hears what’s bothering him,   she’s both pleasantly surprised and intrigued.    her harry,    stuck on a girl?    usually it’s the other way around…   miriam closes her laptop as a grin stretches across her face.    ‘    harry hook,    are you telling me you’re in love?   ’    miriam teases,   her hands wrapping around her coffee mug.    she lets out a dismissive breath,   looking a little more serious now.    ‘   go on.   i’m listening.   terrible does not sound good.     tell me everything and i’ll try to keep the teasing to a minimum.   ’   there’s a pause before  —   ‘   do you want a drink,   sweetheart?   the food delivery came today;    we’re fully stocked on hot chocolate,    your favourite.   ’

the  smile  on  his  ma’s  face  when  she  sees  the  flowers  warms  his  heart.   even  though  she  doesn’t  admit  it,  he  knows  that  she  can  get  lonely  with  da  gone  most  of  the  time  -  mostly  at  the  sea.   that’ll  be  his  life  in  about  a  year  or  so.   becoming  part  of  the  royal  navy  had  been  something  he  couldn’t  wait  to  do,  he  almost  wanted  to  skip  training  altogether.   he  hadn’t  had  anything  -  or  rather  anyone,  who  he  wanted  to  stay  back  in  auradon  for.   now  with  aurora...  well,  he  had  no  idea  what  was  going  to  happen  between  them.  all  he  knew  right  now  was  that  he  couldn’t  get  her  out  of  his  mind.  when  she  asks  if  he’s  in  love,  he  chokes  on  his  spit  and  sputters.  “  love?  ma  dinnae  be  ridiculous!  “   his  cheeks  are  tinted  pink  at  the  suggestion  and  now  he’s  having  trouble  looking  her  in  the  eye.   “  love  is  somethin’  fer  th’  fairytales..  an  ye  an  da.  “  he  scratches  at  the  back  of  his  neck  nervously.   hot  chocolate  sounded  good,  it  always  did,  but  he  doubts  he  could  get  any  of  it  down  or  enjoy  it.   he’s  far  too  wound  up.   “  mibbie  later...  ah  canae  drink  anythin’  richt  now...  me  stomach  is  in  knots. “    a  sigh  falls  from  his  lips  and  he  sinks  down  to  his  knees  in  front  of  her,  placing  his  head onto her lap.  “  aw  day  she’s  been  in  mah  mind.   her  eyes,   her  hair,  her  smell...  ah  havenae  been  able  tae  think  o’  anythin’  else!  it’s  maddenin’!  th’  captain  called  me  oot  fer  daydreamin’!  “  speaking  like  this  out  loud,  he  can’t  believe  how  lovesick  he  sounds.  perhaps  he  should’ve  kept  his  mouth  shut.  harry  springs  up  and  looks  at  his  ma.  “  ah  sound  lik’  a  fool.  pretend  ah  niver  said  anythin’!  we  donae  tell  da  aboot  this  or  ‘arriet. “  they’d  never  let  him  live  this  down  if  they  knew. 

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CJ‌:

         sterling,   being their best friend,   came before all else.   and even though this loveland festival was very much not her scene.   she had naught choice but to come to see him perform,   she was crazy proud of him,   and as he came off the stage,   they wrapped their arms around him.   “   tha’ wis magic   !   ye killed it,   sterlin’   !    “   she exclaims;   near beaming for his success.   “   listen tae them noo,   thay obviously want ye back oan tha’ stage   !   are ye performing again,   ye ‘ave tae be.   “   she says confidently,   holding him at arms length as she allows him a moment to bathe in his success.   “   mmm.   ye deserve tae pick   !   whaur does th’ jimmy o’ th’ oor wantae go   ?   “

it’s nice to have someone who is so proud of him waiting backstage. he’s sure his mother would’ve came if he begged her not too. imagining wendy darling at an event like this was absolutely laughable, so he’d simply enjoy cj’s praise. his cheeks nearly hurt from all the smiling he’s been doing since singing their first song.  “ yeah, i’ll be performing some more tomorrow! i already want to turn around and go back.  words can’t describe how i feel right now! “  like he was dancing on clouds, and he hadn’t even had to smoke anything to feel this high. he only understood half of what she was saying, but he’d grown used to deciphering cj’s accent and slang enough to get the gist. “  wow, i don’t even know... my mind is spinning!  maybe food.  food is good. i haven’t been able to eat anything since yesterday. “ 

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“  gil,  hey  mate!  “    he  calls  over  the  music  as  he  carefully  maneuvers  himself  between  people  to  get  to  the  kitchen  to  get  himself  a  drink,  when  he  stumbles  upon  the  other.  harry  knew  him  from  his  da  and  the  navy.  out  of  all  the  new  recruits,  gil  seemed  to  be  someone  he  wouldn’t  mind  becoming  friends  with.   “   where   daes  yer  brother  hide  th’  guid  alcohol,  aye?  “   while  he  had  no  intentions  of  getting  drunk  it  still  wouldn’t  hurt  to  have  a  little  bit  of  fun.   he  leans  against  the  counter  and  looks  around  at  the  party  -  at  both  thk’s  and  tvk’s  mingling  together.   “   niver  thoucht  a’d  see  this.   aw  o’  us  partyin’  under  ane  roof... “   ft. @chaoscores

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when  the  barrier  had  dropped  his  veins  felt  like  a  match  had  been  struck  against  them  and  ignited.  so  not  only  had  they  been  keeping  him  locked  up  as  a  prisoner,  but  they’d  also  stolen  what  was  his  birthright  -  his  powers.    now  that  he’s  free,  no  one’s  going  to  stop  him  from  reaching  his  full  potential.   even  if  he  has  to  burn  down  all  of  auradon.  sterling’s  sitting  in  the  backyard  of  gaston  jr’s  party  and  doing  what  was  already  quickly  becoming  a  favorite  pastime  of  his  -  screwing  with  the  royals.   for  a  good  five  minutes  now  he’s  been  using  his  telekinesis  to  yank  the  drink  out  of  this  one  guy’s  hand  and  dangling  it  over  his  head.   a  spiteful  laugh  falls  from  his  lips  as  he  dumps  the  drink  all  over  the  guy’s  date  and  causes  a  fight  between  them.   when  a  hand  comes  down  on  sterling’s  shoulder,  his  eyes  flash  orange  and  fingers  ignite  as  he  turns  towards  the  other.   “  you  want  to  keep  your  hands  to  yourself?   the  smell  of  burning  flesh  would  surely  ruin  this  delightful  get  together  and  we  wouldn’t  want  that,  would  we?  “    ft. @rosaelty

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AURORA‌:

she feels stupid with every step she takes towards his house,   like she should be strong enough to deal with her often fluctuating emotions on her own.    but she still walks,   the rain still pours,   and she still presses the doorbell to his home when she arrives.   is she supposed to come in this way?    would throwing a stone at his window be better?    would he even hear it through the rain?    she considers turning back  —  she looks like a drowned rat,    her hair and clothes soaked through.     she might have been raised on the isle,    but she at least has a sense of modesty and…    no,   no,   this is stupid.    harry hook,   son of an esteemed navy admiral,   will not want to deal with her,   especially in such a weak state.    the rain still lashes down hard against the stone driveway as aurora attempts to make a break for it,   beginning to jog down the front steps of the house…    but that’s when she hears the door open.    she pauses at the bottom of the steps,   awkwardly turning,    and her muddy hues meet harry’s ocean eyes.    for the longest time,   aurora stands there with her lips parted as she begs some sort of sound to slip out,   but by the time she manages to think something up,    it’s pathetic.    ‘   i…   ’    her voice is barely audible over the rain;     come on,   aurora!    ‘    i had to see you.   ’    what is she doing?    blowing her chances,    that’s what…    turn her down now,   harry hook,   it’ll save the heartbreak later down the line!    FT.   @rottncores​

when  the  doorbell  had  first  rang,  he  had  thought  he  was  hearing  things  at  first.  who  would  be  out  at  night  in  this  storm?   still,  he  went  to  investigate  and  when  he  peeked  out  of  the  window  he  saw  the  back  of  aurora  de  bourbon’s  head  beginning  to  descend  down  the  stairs.   no,  he  didn’t  want  her  to  leave!  he  had  to  know  why  she  had  come  or  else  it  would  keep  him  up  at  night  wondering.   quickly,   he  opens  up  the  door  before  she  can  fully  disappear  into  the  darkness.   it  surprised  him  so  much  that  she  was  here  that  all  sense  left  him  until  she  spoke  up.   she  had  to  see  him?   why?   these  were  questions  he  would  ask  inside  out  of  the  rain.  even  in  the  dim  light  flooding  from  the  house,  he  could  see  that  she  was  completely  soaked  from  head  to  toe.   no  doubt  she  was  shivering  from  the  cold  too.   “  ye  must  be  freezin’.  come  inside  an  we  can  talk. “  he  sheds  the  hoodie  he  had  been  wearing  in  the  house  and  walks  down  the  steps  to  her,  wrapping  the  dry  clothing  around  her  before  beginning  to  usher  her  into  the  house.  once  they’ve  both  stepped  over  the  threshold,  he  closes  the  door  behind  them  then  turns  towards  her.   her  clothes  are  dripping  on  the  floor  but  that’s  not  what  bothers  him,  it’s  the  fact  that  she  might  catch  a  cold  from  being  in  wet  clothes.  “  ye’re  soakit  tae  th’  bone,  blondie.  mibbie  ye  can  fit  intae  somethin’   o’  harriet’s  or  mine.   wait  here.  “   harry  doesn’t  wait  for  her  response  and  it  doesn’t  even  cross  his  mind  that  he’s  leaving  a  true  villain  kid  alone  in  his  house   -    his  house  full  of  expensive  trinkets.  he  runs  up  the  stairs  to  his  room  and  grabs  a  t-shirt  of  his  and  sweatpants.  they’ll  be  big  on  her  but  they’ll  have  to  do.  when  he  comes  back,   he  presents  the  clothes  to  her  with  a  soft  smile.   “  they’ll  be  a  wee  bit  big  but  it’s  better  than  catchin’  a  cauld.  thare’s  a  bathroom  richt  aroond  th’  corner  thare.  “