#She's the Captain I'm the First Mate {Huma}

[humaforever]

Questions for ask Huma

56. who reads a book, and who reads over the other's shoulder while cuddling?

80. how do they celebrate valentine's day?

89. when they're separated in public, what do they yell out to find each other?

(these are NSFW, answer them only if you're okay w it)

7. who is more into eye contact?

11. which is more dominant/which is more submissive?

56. who reads a book, and who reads over the other's shoulder while cuddling?

Harry reads the books. He's really into that, Captain Hook had a big library. Uma will read over his shoulder until he starts reading to her. She likes the sound of his voice when he reads, can you blame the girl?

80. how do they celebrate valentine's day?

Gonna be honest, I don't think they really understand it. I feel like Harry would be like "What are we celebrating? Everyone banging?" But on the other hand they like all the desserts and candies in the store.

89. when they're separated in public, what do they yell out to find each other?

Uma yells that she's gonna leave without him and he immediately comes scurrying back to her. She has followed through on that threat once and he lost his mind. Never again.

Harry starts calling Uma's name, but then as time goes on he starts yelling out strange pet names and nicknames until she comes over embarrassed and tells him to shut up.

NSFW

7. who is more into eye contact?

Uhh, Harry I guess. Though I think they both like it. They just have really pretty eyes so...

11. which is more dominant/which is more submissive?

I mean the line- "She's the captain I'm the first mate" says it all. Yes those are their roles in their life and crew, but also in the bedroom. Uma is dom, Harry is very happily her sub.

[josiehook200]

Brutally honest thoughts on each Descendants character.

Disclaimer: Only going to do characters that I can think of at the moment that don't really require me to look them up. I've seen the original trilogy, the Royal Wedding special, the Christmas special in between D2 and D3, and the Halloween Special after D3. I've seen Wicked World, read only Rise Of The Isle by Messila De La Cruz and two books from the School of Secrets series. I don't plan on watching the newest movie that supposedly is coming out later this year on Disney+.

So, we here go!

Uma - I've liked Uma since the beginning. Also, look at the stuff I reblog on here! I'm a big Huma shipper.

Harry Hook - Seriously, look at the stuff I reblog on here!

Gil - A Himbo. He's cute and means well but, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. I have him paired up with Cj(which I aged her up and aged Harriet down for my canon of Descendants and made them triplets.)

Cj Hook - First character I focused on alongside with Gil before I started majorly focusing on Uma and Harry. Not really a big fan of the voice they had her for Wicked World. I get she's supposed to be at least like 2 or 3 years younger than Harry but, to me, the voice doesn't match with the personality that Cj has. I head cannon Sabrina Carpenter as Live action CJ (Though shorter than the height I have Cj in my universe)

Freddie and Ceila - Could have done more with both of them in both Wicked World and Descendants 3

Dizzy - I liked her in Descendants 2 but, could have done so much more with her in Descendants 3

The Smee Twins (Yes, I forgot their names) - Really don't see the point of why they were in there. They had like 10 minutes of screen time and not any dialogue in the final cut of the movie. Their existence seems pointless to the story besides them being children of Mr. Smee, Captain Hook's first mate

Zevon - Another Wicked World character. Could have done more with him than they did if I remember correctly

Mal - Didn't really care for Mal in the beginning. Now with all the stuff that's coming out about Dove Cameron lately regarding her on set behavior during Descendants 3, I think it's not a bad thing I don't really care for Mal

Evie - I'll admit it, Evie and Ben should have been together. They seem to be a better fit than Mal and Ben. A little better than Ben and Audrey as a couple but, that's neither here or there

Jay - Don't really see why it was implied that Cj had a crush on Jay in Wicked World. Not saying that it's a bad thing, just don't see it

Carlos - Definitely should have done more with his relationship with Jane in the last 2 movies

Ben - Should have made Ben break up with Mal after he figured out that she literally drugged him and made him cheat on Audrey. And definitely should have had him apologize to Audrey and officially break up with her because of that. I get that he did end up loving Mal also, but come on, man!

Audrey - Really hated her in the beginning. Over the last year or so, I've stopped hating her. That doesn't mean I like her

Chad - Well, he's Chad

Doug - Should have tone down the creepy factor in D1 and not the personality switch up in D2 when they go back to the Isle

Lonnie and Jane - Could have done so much more and much better things for them than what happened to them in the movies and Wicked World

Belle and Beast - What in the actual fuck!

VK parents - Not sure what to say here

That's all of the characters I can think of at the moment

[quecksilvereyes]

oh, my darling, my love, they say your name like a prayer

[oldharryblog]

You're the best firstmate a captain could have. It's good having someone who can anticipate what I'll need and be able to take care of what I need you to.

[legends-and-savages]

Tag Dump

[unbaed-you]

uma and harry were so happy when the boys started doing that grind dance in "what's my name" i bet every saturday night, the crew puts on a show for them

they look SO damn amused!!

[edream93]

Hiiiii. I love 'we'll light the fuse' and I'll be so happy if you write a prompt to me!! I love Huma so can you write about their childhood like some fun and cute moments but also when they helped each other like bringing food when their parents didn't let them eat and hiding on each others house when things were too bad back home. Also they should have a secret meeting/hiding place on the beach. Sorry for being too much, I just have a lot of ideas but I'm not good at writing them - 💋

I’m so sorry anon. I’m not sure how fun and cute this is. I’ve kind of been in an angst writing mood but it does have some baby Huma in it so…hope you still enjoy! I’ll add something a bit more fun and cute once I get all this angst out of my system.

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Once upon a time, before a Captain and her first mate went to Auradon, before they kidnapped a king, before it was Uma and Harry Hook, it had been Harriet Hook and her twerp baby brother, Harry…

“Stop dragging your feet, Harry!”

“Arr!”

“And stop that stupid sound! No one is going to take you seriously as a pirate making that dumb sound!”

“Yo ho yo ho!”

A young Harriet Hook, just turned six years of age, dug her heels into the mud covered ground and spun around to face her younger brother (but no longer the youngest Hook sibling - that whelp that Hook’s last whore abandoned on their ship had survived a year despite her smallness, earning her finally a name, Calista Jane Hook). Bright blue eyes, cut through the smudge of dirt that was ever present on his face, making their father’s most recent…lesson that surrounded his right eye barely noticeable except for a bit of swelling.

Harriet frowned as the boy raised a an old fish hook, tucked between his middle and index finger, a slight surly look on his face before letting out a taunting “Arrrrrrrrr.”

Tired and annoyed and frustrated, Harriet did what any six year old who had enough of their sibling would do. She pushed him. Hard.

The oldest child of Hook cackled as her brother was sent sprawling into the mud, knocking over another child in the process.

“Get off me!!!” a somewhat familiar voice barked, pushing Harry none to gently off of them to reveal the sea witch’s brat, all teal and small and already as nasty and assertive as a child three times her age. Harriet had met her a few times when their father asked her to run a few messages between him and Ursula. She was either clearing leftovers off of a table or standing on a crate to reach the sink as she washed caked chipped plate after caked chipped plate.

Initially, Harriet though she was just another weakling, a child of the Isle that wouldn’t have survived as long as she did if it hadn’t been for the reputation her mother once held. It wasn’t until she found a kitchen knife embedded in the table where her hand once was seconds before, after trying to take a tip left after one of the restaurant’s patrons had left, the much younger girl staring coldly up at her, that she realized she may have judged Ursula’s spawn a little too soon.

Harriet was about to yell at Harry to stop wasting time on his back and get back on his feet when the girl, (Uma she remembered) dragged Harry up to his feet with a strength not expected of a four year old, her grip tight on his arms.

“You made me drop my candy!” the younger girl hissed, eyes narrowed as she got into his face. Harriet glanced down at the ground where indeed there were three red fished shaped candy totally covered in mud and other sludge that covered most of the streets of the Isle.

Harry sputtered. Looking back and forth from Harriet to Uma before his confused expression morphed into a scowl. “I ain’t did nothin’ and even if I did, I ain’t apologizing!” he declared crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out at her. “I dunno who ye even are!”

“Uma,” the girl said as if it was something that should be common knowledge. “And you owe me!” she hissed pushing his nose with her finger before stomping away.  

“Yer crazy, lass!” Harry yelled at her back but Uma didn’t seem to acknowledge his words as she continued on until she was lost in the usual Isle bustle and hustle. “Girls are weird,” Harry muttered pushing past Harriet, getting some mud on her coat which got him a whack on the head. “And evil,” he added.

That made Harriet let out an honest and true laugh, wordlessly tugging her brother behind her as they continued on with their errands.

If Harriet noticed Harry stuff some small toys and shiny trinkets, as well as a lollipop from an unsuspecting baby into his pockets. She didn’t say anything. And she didn’t say anything when he tried to weasel out from her where Ursula’s Fish and Ship Shoppe was located. (She eventually told him after teasing him mercilessly for hours. “Aw is little Hook-boy in love?”, “Shut up, Ettie! Ye dunno nothing!”) She didn’t say anything when he went to the Chip Shop instead of her to bandage his wounds after their father had ranted and raved about Neverland and Lost Boys who had defeated him and took out all of his drunken rage on his own son. (Harriet would follow behind her limping brother, all battered and bruised, watching from the shadows until he reached Ursula’s where a small but commanding teal figure would wait on the steps as if she could feel the pain that radiated off the boy.) And she didn’t say anything when he stopped following her around. When he stopped taking her orders and instead followed another with a sense of purpose that Harriet could never truly inspire in her brother…

So years later, when Uma, daughter of Ursula took on the title of Captain Uma of the Lost Revenge and named Harry Hook her first mate, of course Harriet teased him about never being a captain, but she never said anything against Uma’s declared title.

And months later, when Mal and Evie and Jay and Carlos left the Isle and Uma clawed and pushed and snarled her way to the top of the Isle hierarchy with first mate and crew by her side, taking over Mal’s turf and few others that not even the Rotten Four dared to go up against when they ruled, Harriet begrudgingly tipped her hat at her brother and his Captain.

(And if Harriet Hook’s crew were ordered to never to harm even a hair on any member of the Lost Revenge, well they weren’t going to reveal one of their captain’s weaknesses.)

“I suppose I did this to myself,” Harriet sighed as she used a spyglass to from the deck of her ship to watch as her brother, his captain, and their blonde oaf pile into a limousine, off to give Auradon hell.

“You say somethin’ Cap’n?” one of the members of her crew asked.

“No,” she hissed, pivoting on her heels her back facing her greatest treasure. “Not at all.”

[whats-a-queen-without-a-king]

Lol I love you for that^^^

Also as a shipper for both couples in queastion. Just nah no way in fuck they are alike. For one in joker and harley there both crazy like out of their mind. They both physically harm one another. Joker more than harley. Joker can barley process love outside of himself and batman. Joker doesnt respect Harley rarley even gives her credit when credit is due.

Harry would gut some one for disrespecting uma. Harry would never take away her credit. Hell he would give her more.

In huma Harry is unstable but not phycopayhically off his rock to the unfeeling and just down right cruel way joker is. Uma isnt crazy. As well as non of them would even think to go to the levels joker and harley have with eachother. Uma said she cant hurt his feeling. I'm pretty sure harry would sooner jump into the sea and become the sharks dinner than lay a single finger on his best friend and captain. That shove doesn't mean anything. It was an in the moment thing because never once during that whole ordeal or at any point in the movie has uma shown to use abuse towards her first mate as a stress outlet.

Finally joker and harley in a very complex relationship with more layers than anyone can count.

While huma isnt. It's just two teenagers with a very bad childhood trying to rule and island and get to a better place.

Stop comparing them.

I'm not sure if you've answered this before, but I've seen some people who believe Harry and Uma have a toxic relationship and I want to know if you think the relationship is toxic or not (not hating on huma I ship it so hard I'm just conflicted 😂)

nope. i don’t think it’s toxic at all. there’s like one scene where she gets mad and shoves him and while i do love them, i don’t justify that action bc you should never take out your anger on other people.

yet i do see claims that they’re toxic and are even saying they’re at joker and harley’s level which is ridiculous bc neither uma or harry would purposely hit the other just for fun?? you see them mutually having respect and caring for each other. harry would hurt anyone who tries to hurt her and uma would help him whenever he needs it.

and people saying uma just bosses him around lmao. she is THE captain so it’s like sometimes he is gonna take orders but he doesn’t mind doing so!!! she never uses him for an advantage and rarely leaves him behind. if that was the case, don’t you think she would have taken ben’s offer and just zoomed tf out of the isle… she’s doing all these plans to get herself and her crew out - that includes harry. they are no where near toxic or abusive as people claim and people took that shoving scene and analyzed it as if it was similar to joker throwing harley out of the window

[humaforever]

18. “We are definitely the coolest people here.”

Huma obviously (and they're right)

"I thought this was a Halloween party." Uma grimaced "did they even try? Even the decorations are boring"

"Isn't Halloween like the one time where it's acceptable to scare people so bad that they have a heart attack?" Harry said

"Yes, the only time you won't get in trouble for that" Uma fondly rolled her eyes

"Nah, I still get in trouble. I just don't care" Harry said

"It would definitely be a good way to liven up this party. This shit is stale" Uma said

"As per usual, we're the coolest people here" Harry said

"We don't even have to try" Uma shook her head

"It's hard always being the best" Harry said

"Devastating to all these people, they'll never know what it feels like to walk in and automatically be cooler than everyone else" Uma said

They stood in silence taking in their surroundings. It was nice, for a royal party. But it was too pretty, it looked like they were having a ballroom dance, not a Halloween party.

Uma sighed "Well. You wanna leave? Go back home to the isle?"

"Yes please. We can tell Ben we lasted a couple minutes" Harry laughed

"Hey we did show up. That's all that matters, he doesn't need to know how long we stayed" Uma said

"Fair. Let's go home" Harry said

They made their way back to their ship. Truly, it wasn't their fault that Ben threw a boring party.

"Wow, how was the party?" Jonas greeted his captain and first mate as they boarded the Lost Revenge

"It was a real banger" Uma said flatly

"Mmm I can tell, you were gone for a whole thirty minutes" Jonas joked "do these Auradon kids only allow their parties to go for an hour? Don't want it to interfere with their bedtimes"

"Worse, they don't actually know how to throw a party" Harry said

Jonas shook his head "Amateurs."

"What the fuck are y'all doing back here?" Bonny said

"I thought I was seeing things, didn't you just leave" Desiree said from beside Bonny

"Boring party" Uma stated simply "Let's have our own. Crew party" she said

"Hell yes!" Desiree said rushing back below deck to tell the others

"We could go spray paint some house" Jonas suggested

"Yes" Harry said

"No" Uma said immediately

"A ouija bored" Bonny suggested instead

"Also no" Uma said

"C'mon, ghosts are the last thing I'm worried about" Bonny said

"How about some booze and scary stories" Harry said

"So Harry can pretend to be scared and jump into Uma's arms" Jonas said

"Even so, that's the best idea any of y'all have had so far." Uma said "let's go down"

"She was always going to pick Harry's idea" Bonny shook her head

"Well if either of you had come up with an actually good idea" Uma said

"Don't pretend captain, Bonny's right" Jonas said

"It's good to be the favorite" Harry smiled

Uma flipped them all off deciding she was done with this conversation

They made their way below deck. Harry updated the crew of the plan.

"Gil come with me, you get the snacks I'll get the rum" Uma said

"Yes Uma" Gil said following Uma

In the kitchen, Gil started to acquire some foods but Uma couldn't seem to find any of the rum.

Uma sighed "Bonny where's the rum!?"

"Oh yeah, it's in my medical room!" Bonny shouted

"Go get it then!" Uma said

Bonny did as told. Once the supplies were gathered they set up a spot, all sitting in a circle. Harry decided that his spot was going to be on Uma's lap. Nothing new.

Socializing is too hard. There was no need for Harry and Uma to waste their time on a boring party when they had a party practically everyday at home.

[quecksilvereyes]

What’s my name?

You are born dry and screaming, the smell of rotting fish in your nose, the feeling of dried out tentacles on your new skin, and your itching legs. You are born and you scream until the world trembles around you, you are born on land and with all your magic tied to your ribs, you’re born with your mother’s voice in your lungs, with your mother’s magic brimming under your skin, you’re born and you cry.

Here is how you survive in between dying things and things that are still suffocating: Your skin is dry and red and screaming, your hair drawn into tight braids. Your legs are weak and foreign, even now that you’ve walked and danced and fought on them all your life, your hair smells of rotten shrimp, even now, even still. You breathe air and your lungs stutter, your neck aches and your magic is a screaming pit of pitch black ice right under your lungs that shouldn’t be there, your lungs that aren’t yours, your lungs that keep your gills trapped and stuck together like the day you were born.

So you take your hair and your hands and your voice, the way it has moulded itself into yours, yours alone, you take your two tight legs and a sword, and you snap your teeth back at Harry Hook when he stands before you, swaying back and forth, his eyes glinting with all that the isle raises all of you to keep locked behind sharp teeth. He laughs.

He laughs and it is as if you are the sun, to him, to the crew, the way you dance on the tables, stomp your feet and bare your teeth, show the world your hair and your voice and your name. They orbit around you, with their eyes on you, with your hands in Harry’s hair, and Gil’s hands on your wrists, on your arms. What’s my name?, you ask them, and they drop to their knees and answer you.

Mal has her head held high, a spray can in her hands, and all the isle shuffles away from her, from Maleficent’s daughter and all the rage in her glowing eyes, from the Evil Queen’s daughter and her lashes, from Jafar’s son and his quick fingers, from Cruella de Vil’s son and all that he can do with some scraps and a wire. All the isle runs from legacy and promises and your mother throws a tablet at you and snaps her tentacles at your feet. Once, when Mal slammed you against a wall with sharp hands and a sharper tongue, when Jay pulled her away, his magic bubbling so close under his skin that you could almost see it, if you tilted your head right, you came home with a string of bruises around your arms. Once, your mother looked at them and didn’t blink. Once, the entire isle knew that legacy didn’t protect you.

What’s my name?, you ask the crew, with their sabres sharp and clear, with all their eyes and all their mouths and all the hunger in the pits of their stomachs. You tread your hands through Harry’s hair, and he melts into it, the way he does each morning, still buried in your sheets, Gil’s arm around his waist, your lips on his back. What’s my name?

You are magic, my dear, your mother says, on one of the good days, when she has her tentacles slung around you, when Flotsam and Jetsam curl around you as if you were something valuable, something breakable, the way they once knitted themselves around a little mermaid princess. You are magic and they took it from you before you were even born. They took it from you and crammed you into this body that isn’t yours.

Harry braids your hair once a week, his hook on the bed, Gil’s arms slung around him, and you sing softly, under your breath and lean into his touch. The sun hangs lazy atop the horizon, and it is the only time its rays reach the isle and tint it red and purple and golden, and you close your eyes as you let yourself curl into Harry’s touch, Gil’s voice as it mingles with your own. Your legs itch, still, and you can feel your magic pulling at you and towards your boys, in all this dryness and all the rotting stench.

What’s my name?, you ask them, and Harry kisses your neck, Gil kisses your knuckles.

Uma.

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Happy birthday, @queeruma !

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[quecksilvereyes]

Indulgence

Harry is scowling.

His brows are knitted together, his hook a shivering, fidgety thing in his hands, his eyeliner in streaks on his cheeks. His voice is bundled up and rough, as if it could punch itself out of his throat, his coat long since discarded in a corner somewhere. And still, he sways back and forth, as if they were still on deck, still swinging their sabres at Mal and her smug glowing eyes, the magic bleached out of her hair. As if the king was still tied up and at his fingertips, as if Uma was still there, laughing and taunting and bound, and so angry.

There is something Gil can see building up between Harry’s shoulder blades and in the corners of his mouth, like a string being tuned and tuned until it rips. There’s an itch in his legs and a longing in his fingers he can’t quite place, and Harry scowls and scowls at the crew, who is loud and unruly and flinching at his every word.

He takes a breath, and a step at the same time, the floor feels worn and dying under his feet, with Harry standing on the table, his voice a storm, his eyes like coals. Uma had kissed his cheek and Harry’s forehead, had promised she’d come back for them. And then she’d ran, a blur of cyan braids and dark skin, and Gil could feel the kiss, still, could feel her every touch, her every smile.

 *

(Here’s how Gil first looked at his father and saw nothing but scowls and fists and antlers:

“You will not go back there”, Gaston had said, sitting in front of the dying fireplace with a fur coat in his lap. White, with black spots, it had looked so unlike anything they owned. “I won’t have any of my sons being bossed around by a female.” His lips had curled around this sentence as if he’d eaten foul eggs, the same lines etched across his face. “Understood?”

Gil had shaken his head, and crossed his arms, had listened to the blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating in his throat. He’d looked at his father and how his cheeks glowed, how heavy his eyelids were, he’d looked at this man and the beer in his hand, and he’d squared his jaw and said no.

He hadn’t told him how Uma’s hair felt as he braided it, hadn’t told him how Uma’s laugh felt as if the world stopped breathing, hadn’t told him that he’d gone on his knees, for her, and would do it again if only she’d ask. Instead, he’d straightened his back and braced for the storm.)

 *

The first time Harry had spiralled so far into himself that he’d forgotten how to breathe, Uma had lost a duel. The first one she’d ever lost, her grin still etched into her lips, Mal had slashed at her chest and stared when the cut started bleeding, seeping through the torn fabric. The crowd, who had been loud and unruly and screaming for more, had fallen silent, and Jay had dragged Mal away, her eyes human and small.

Uma hadn’t even fainted, but as Gil had tended to her wound and sung to her, some old French lullaby his mother used to sing to him when his father was fast asleep, Harry had worried his hook, and himself until both were ragged. Gil can’t remember now just what he’d said, can only remember the way he’d paced, the way he’d snapped his teeth and didn’t spare Uma even a look as he’d talked and talked himself into a frenzy until he couldn’t breathe. Uma’s blood on Gil’s hands felt almost hot, itching and sizzling against his skin.

Uma had responded with a snap of her own, a growl deep in her chest that ripped Gil’s stitches clean through, her magic boiling so close to the surface, Gil had actually felt it burning his fingers. Her face had been a scowl of anger and pain and something else flickering behind it all, and Gil had felt so small besides them, their voices spitting and splintering into each other.

And when Uma had almost gotten up, had reached for the side of the bed to push herself into a sitting position, he’d held her down, his heart tight under his ribs. “You’re hurt”, he’d said, and: “I need to do your stitches again, please.” Harry had made a sound, something ugly and primal ripping from his throat like he’d been punched, and then, suddenly, he’d sat down next to Gil, his hands shivering, his eyes glassy, his mouth pursed.

“Let me help you”, he’d said, his accent thicker than usual, and Gil had let him.

Somehow, that’s what it took to calm Harry down; the methodical sewing and Uma’s hand in his own, his shoulder pressed against Gil’s as Gil sang again, softly and quietly so the crew wouldn’t hear. When he was done, Uma had smiled at him, lazily and slowly, her magic bubbling in her eyes as she looked at him and sang with him, her voice ragged and hoarse.

Gil had sketched it out, that smile, and the way it stilled the world around him, and he suddenly didn’t mind the blood smeared on his hands anymore.

 *

Now, Gil stands before Harry, who is coiled tightly and glaring at him, his teeth sharp and dangerous. But his hand around Gil’s wrist is soft, and careful as it always is, pulling him in. Gil slowly lifts his hands, and wipes at the smears of eyeliner on Harry’s skin. “She’ll come back”, he says, his voice unwavering despite the way his skin crawls at the thought that maybe, if she fails, she can’t. “She always does, Harry.”

Harry doesn’t respond. He never does, when he’s like this, can only respond to Uma and her teasing, Uma and her temper edging him on. But Uma isn’t here, and Harry has to lead them all, coiled and running ragged as he is, his mood a fickle thing. Gil takes a breath, and steps closer, lifts his other hand to cup Harry’s jaw. “We need to take your mind off of it.”

Harry’s breathing slows down, and he lifts his head, his chest moving ever so slowly, and Gil resists the urge to kiss him, kiss the tension off his lips and drop to his knees right in front of the crew. “Please”, he says softly. “Indulge me, will you?”

Harry nods, and lets Gil drag him off the table, and into Uma’s cabin, clutching his hook and Gil’s wrist.

 *

The first time they had kissed him, Gil had been covered in flour, and he’d felt like he might just crawl under one of the tables and never come out from under it. The crew had been asleep, already, and he’d tried to bake cookies for them, the way he did at home whenever he could get his hands on the ingredients. Uma had laughed, something open and soft, and it had made her eyes seem like they were glowing, her hands curled in Harry’s hair, who had closed his eyes and had made a sound that was almost a purr, something low and satisfied in his throat. “Go ahead”, Gil had said and stared at his arms and the flour all over them, “laugh at my pain, captain.”

Uma had clicked her tongue and reached for him, wiping the flour off his lips, her skin warm against his, and she had smiled, that smile that she only ever smiled at him, and at Harry. “You look like you fell into a mill”, she’d said, in between her laughter. Harry, his head in her lap, had chuckled softly, and the sound settled into Gil’s stomach, something warm and fluttering. Uma had leaned forwards, cocking her head, and she had pulled him in.

She had kissed him, and Gil’s world had shrunken down to her lips on his, the sound of Harry, content between them, her hands cupping his cheeks. Her lips had been chapped, and rough against his own, warmer than he was. It had been a soft, tender thing, that kiss, Gil’s flour covered hands on Uma’s waist, following her every move, her every sound. When she had pulled back, her pupils blown wide, Gil had whined at the loss of it.

She’d laughed, again, and had tapped his nose. “They’ll turn out ok, you’re a good baker.” Harry had opened his eyes and nodded, lifting himself off Uma’s lap and in between them, Uma’s hands still on Gil, Gil’s arms still wrapped around her. He’d cocked his head, the way Gil had seen him do when Uma danced, or laughed, and then he’d leaned forwards too.

Harry’s kiss had been a curious thing, his lips soft, his hands harder than Uma’s, pulling Gil in where Uma had pushed, humming and nipping at his bottom lip. Gil’s eyes had fluttered close as he’d let Harry draw him in, had felt almost like liquid in their hands.

When Harry had pulled back and Gil had chased the feeling of his lips on his own, Uma had laughed, and kissed his cheek. “So”, she’d said. “Cookies?”

 *

Indulging Gil looks something like this:

His mind is a blur, his body warm against Harry’s, Harry’s hand firm around his wrists, his mouth on his neck, painting bruises all over him. He melts at his every touch, sighs at his every move, his back arched, his toes curling the way they do only when Harry or Uma touch him with soft hands and firm words, when Uma demands he calls her name, over and over again until he’s sore and flushed and hoarse and his head is swimming, when Harry holds his hands above his head and drags his lips all over him, makes Gil hold still through it all until he’s trembling and begging.

It’s also this; Harry’s focus is on him, and his skin, away from whatever makes him fret and spiral and snap, it’s praise and heat all over him, the way the sheets feel against his skin, the way Harry carries him to the bathtub once the tension has left his shoulders and Gil has forgotten how to speak. Harry lifts him into the bathtub, a bent and broken old thing that leaks and rots the floor underneath it, kisses the top of his head and thanks him, his hands soft as he sings to him and untangles his hair.

“She’ll come back”, Gil says, a slur in his throat. “She always comes back.”

Harry nods and kisses him, his hands still shivering, his back uncoiled. “I know”, he says. “She will.”

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[unbaed-you]

headcanon that whenever Uma does something sinister infront of her crew, they sing "Uuuuuuma," like they do in 'what's my name'

[flynn-taylor]

thats a missed opportunity by descendants emojied or whatever it was called to not put heart eyes on harry and uma in the "hook me" scene like... that moment has the heart eyes already built in! their smiles are too much! like wtf its so cute. or put them on harry when he takes off his hat and says her name! descendants trying to tell me he legit didnt have heart eyes for uma in that moment? the tone of his voice changes when he says her name! disney pls stop this madness and get on board.

ANON, YOU ARE MY NEW FAV, YOU FUCKING GET ME. like what were they thinking not adding heart eyes to that pair during that scene the whole fucking song screams heart eyes and they didn’t do it bc they want to fucking promote something else and i’m so pissed because harry and uma are literally perfect for each other and as you say harry legit was the human form of the heart eyes emoji during that whole scene (and tbh any time he interacted with uma his fucking heart eyes activated like srsly boy find your chill, but also go get her tiger!) he says ‘uma’ like its a fucking prayer and his salvation and holy shit he could not be more in love with her if he tried???? and uma’s constantly touching his arm and smiling back at him and generally keeping his attention totally whenever they are together and they both think the other person is the sun and it shows and fucking disney needs to get on board asap because those two pirates are the most in love characters in the whole fucking film. i mean, tbh, huma is canon whether or not Disney decides to get on board but it would be a delight if they gave us more huma content in d3 because fuck it i wanna gif all the huma cuteness.

[flynn-taylor]

uma/harry fun fact: harry calls uma "darling" in the book. 💕 [imma hc from here on out that he especially calls her that after they finally get together. its sf sweet harrys a big tender sap when it comes to uma & uma only, lets be real lol]

HE DOES?!?! THAT CERTAINLY IS A FUN FACT, THANK YOU ANON! he definitely has lots of cute nicknames for her (which he’s been calling her in his head for years) that he uses when they finally get together and uma pretends that it’s annoying and rolls her eyes whenever he calls her somethine obscenely cute but actually it’s one of her favourite things and thinks it’s super endearing and eventually starts returning with names of her own and lets be honest they are both the biggest saps for each other and would be the softest couple when they’re alone together and the cute names would just be flowing and dear god anon you’ve started up my huma feels again 

[quecksilvereyes]

i like uma/harry as a couple tbh! being friends since they were little, they must be close. the concept of them finding in each other someone who accepts them, cares about them, believes in them - what they didnt get from their parents - in a place like the isle is rlly nice imo! like their own little glimmer of happiness and normalcy in a bleak, harsh place where everyone is fighting and stealing in order to survive. instead of it being like villain kids can only be happy with an auradon kid.

Ok i’m awake enough to tackle this *cracks knuckles*

Harry practically melts for her, he doesn’t take his eyes off her during what’s my name, that boy is so infatuated with her and I’m so here for it. He uses flirting as an intimidation tactic (the snapping, the grinning, invading people’s personal space) but with Uma, he submits, he willingly centers the discussion around her, he’s her first mate, when she asks him what her name his, he takes off the hat, lowers himself so he can literally look up to her and then he tells her with so much dedication and that was when I was deceased.

It is so important that their stories aren’t about Auradon kids (including Mal bc she abandoned them and their relationship and their ambitions aren’t about Mal, they are about getting away, but that’s not the point). The point is that they are happy with each other, they adore each other and their goal isn’t to find an Auradonian who can heal them, they will get of this pile of dirt by themselves and they will heal themselves and they don’t need to stop being themselves just so they can be safe.

[quecksilvereyes]

“Uma’s so hot, they will burn if they look” feat. Harry Hook

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