#harriet hook’s pirate crew

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Just wrote out a really heavy post so to cheer myself up here’s a cute fluffy story idea:

Anthony has a habit of overworking himself because he needs to be perfect which means doing a lot of work and doing it flawlessly. Harriet and the crew take this personally, and make it a habit of breaking into Curl Up & Dye to drag him out for some chill time. He’s huffy about it for about a minute before giving in to his fate.

After an hour or two of relaxing they’re wreaking havoc on the isle.

[jupiterisaroace]

Was CJ Hook named that because of Captain (C) James (J) Hook?

[descenderintofantasy]

If the whole Hookedheart family went to the Isle, while it would still be awful, especially with Bridget being pregnant when they were taken there, and then having to give birth in a place where close to no medical care, I'd say it would still be better for them all to be together in the long run.

I'm gonna say that Bridget still has her "Fine make me your villain." Moment for Auradon making her family and her live in a prison but also as a way to protect her kids. Hook can't always be with them to protect them, and she can't keep them safe if people think that she can be pushed around. To do that, she makes herself just as feared as her husband is. So Bridget and Hook become the power couple of the Isle.

Bridget and Hook are still terrifying to the rest of the Isle, but since they still have their whole family together, they'd be closer to a DSoR dynamic with their kids. They're more toughened versions of themselves than they were in Wonderland, like we said with Hook, but still good parents who love their kids and, of course, if someone messes with their family, it's off with their heads or walking the plank.

The Hooklings all have a happier childhood than in canon, having both parents, safer of not debatable but definitely happier for everyone involved. I can see Red as a mix of her canon rebel self but also DSoR, where she's the baby of the family that has two overprotective parents and three overprotective siblings.

The older kids I feel would act about the same. Overall, the differences would be Harriet having less stress over having to watch and protect her younger siblings when her dad isn't around. She still does those things, of course. It's who she is, but she doesn't need to worry about them as much with her mom being there.

Harry and CJ are the closest to canon. Harry is still a lot like Hook, but he gets to continue being a mama's boy like he was in Wonderland. CJ is still a walking ball of chaos and a hellraiser, but she gets to be a big sister and do those things with Red, and she gets to know her mom.

I can picture Bridget having a bakery in or as close as possible to pirate territory. It's one of the best places to eat on the Isle because she can somehow make the rotten scraps that Auradon leaves taste good, and some of the adults who had similar things before the Isle can hardly tell the difference.

The Hooklings take turns between working at Hook's shop and the bakery. When they were little, Hook would bring CJ and Red to his shop because it's closer to the Jolly Roger (where they all live) and the younger girls liked to stab the customers with fish hooks and throw bait at them.

Harriet and Harry would go with Bridget to the bakery because Harriet was old enough to be away from the ship for long periods, and she liked helping Bridget bake. Harry went because he liked following Bridget around (mama's boy), and he liked throwing flour at Harriet and taste testing.

Bridget is constantly telling the Merlin VKs that they should come by while wearing a threatening smile. They do not. They're not that stupid. This goes on for sixteen years straight. She's not actually going to poison them to death. Hook would be upset. And if something happened to Uliana, that would upset Uma, which would upset Harry, which would upset Bridget

Uliana is constantly smacking cookies and cupcakes out of Uriah's, Marissa's, and Uma's hands. They know they're not allowed to eat anything from the bakery, but their friends are always eating them, so why can't they? Bridget's not going to poison the kids. She's not that evil. And again, that would upset her kids.

Bridget raged when the Core Four were chosen to go to Auradon in D1, and none of her four kids were. Come D2, she's incredibly proud that Harry and the Lost Revenge crew kidnapped the King of Auradon.

As you can see, I have so many thoughts on this. This is what I got for now.

THIS! Oh I love this! It's like the perfect combination of them being hardened but still being loving parents!

I'm not too sure how exactly they would have a bakery on the isle with no real access to things like flour. But I love the idea! So maybe it's flourless treats! And with them running both a fish shop and a bakery, two food sources. They really would be at the top of the 'food chain'. Probably just under Hades. The adult villains who have brains would be tripping over themselves to make alliances.

Though, imagine Red being born and Bridget just looks at Hook and says "She's our last child." There is no way she's going to bring another child into a place with no medical system And all the kids would have...well as happier childhood as they can growing up in a prison when innocent.

Little Harry following Bridget around is adorable, he would guard her with his life and make his daddy proud! :D And CJ actaully knowing her mom my heart! Yes!

And yeah I can see Bridget screaming her head off the day she finds out the Core Four got picked. Like after everything Maleficent's done to the others of the Isle taking what little good food they do get and leaving the rest to suffer...it's still her child that gets picked?! It would enrage her.

I love this, thanks for the ask! :D

[dragoneyes613]

So, what if any time a pregnant woman on the Isle doesn't know/doesn't want to say who the father is she just says it's Captain Hook, on the grounds that "He kept three or four kids alive on the Isle, he must be doing something right!"

So there's a bunch of Hooks scattered all over the Isle who are not actually related to the Hook siblings. A significant majority of them end up part of Harriet's pirate crew.

Oh, and Hook had pretty much nothing to do with his three kids being alive. The reason Harry and CJ have survived is entirely Harriet.

Also Drizella has definitely tried to get child support money out of him at some point-

[hannahhook7744]

hc for Hazel Hook please ?

Her full name is Clara Janice Hazel Hook. But she goes by Hazel for short.

She is the daughter of James Hook and Anamaria.

She is eight years old in d3 (two years younger than Chloe and Red).

Hazel's a space pirate like those from Treasure Planet.

She also has a green and yellow parrot named ‘Short Tom’ that follows her everywhere. She also has a pet shark named ‘Dreadfin’ that Uma gave her.

Hazel, like Cj, does not have a crew of her own despite referring to her many friends (mainly Squeaky and Squirmy) as such.

And she often drags her non-pirate friends (The Smee Twins stopped being pirates after d3, mind you) into her shenanigans.

Hazel does not like children—she doesn't hate them or wish them harm by any means. She'd just rather not be around them if she can help it.

She's not good with kids, alright?

She and Princess Pink have a whole enemies-to-friends-to-lovers dynamic going on.

Hazel’s a bit mean to Pink during the Auradon Kingdom Cup Games but eventually the two of them join forces to win the competition.

Her eyes do that ‘turning red when mad’ thing that her dad and siblings have going on. It's very intimidating when you get on her bad side.

Hazel's weapons of choice are a cutlass and a flintlock pistol but she has many other smaller weapons hidden on her person.

She also carries a grappling hook around because it makes for a quick escape in appropriate areas.

She prefers headphones over earbuds.

Hazel is familiar with Felix but before the games they're not really close and she has trouble remembering their name (was given this idea by @trashfr0g ).

She used to call him ‘cootie kid’ (was given this idea by @trashfr0g ).

Hazel didn't meet her parental family till she was eight.

She only met them at this age because she was snooping to find out who her dad was and upton discovering that Captain Hook was the common consensus amongst the rest of the pirates on the isle for how her dad could be, took off to meet her siblings.

Hazel just kind of showed up and hung around Harriet, Ginny (also Hook’s daughter), Harry, Cj, and Ally (also Hook’s daughter, but she was adopted by Alice and Pinocchio) as if she'd been there from the beginning.

All of them, save for Cj and Ally, were far too tired to question it. Cj and Ally, on the other hand, questioned it immediately and instead of doing the responsible thing (i.e telling the others ‘hey this kid hasn't been here for the past eight years wtf’) they instead decided to commit to the bit.

It wasn't until a very angry Anamaria stormed into both Hook's Inlet and Shack as well as Hook's Clock and Curiosity Shop (owned by Jasper Hook, brother of Captain Hook) & Serpent Prep (were Grandmama Hook and Great Grandmumsie Hook were teaching) did any of the older Hook siblings and James realize what was going on.

It should be noted that Jasper Hook who avoids his brother due to him killing him, Great Grandmumsie Hook, Hook’s siren wife, and Grandmama Hook all assumed that Hazel was just a friend of the other Hook children.

Harriet, Ginny, and Harry all insist that they knew all along that Hazel wasn't in their lives from the beginning but no one believes them. On a side note, they've started drinking more water.

Hazel is a student at The Serpent Preparatory School for the Education of Miscreants, or as it's known for short— Serpent Prep—until it gets shut down and she transfers to Auradon Prep (very much against her will, mind you).

Hazel spent a lot of her time growing up hanging around Harriet and Harry's crews, as well as Cj’s friends. She also spent a lot of time hanging out around the clubs the sea three were a part of—since she's rather close to them.

Out of her siblings, Hazel is the closest to CJ and the least close to Harriet and Ginny (because of the large age gap).

While attending Serpent Prep Hazel was a part of the Shark Swim Team as well as two clubs—the competitive lifting club and the Croc Wrestling Club.

Hazel in her short time at Serpent Prep pulled a lot of pranks on the students at Dragon Hall before both schools were shut down.

Hazel, while raised by pirates, still has Auradon Kid tendencies—since, you know, she actually got to see Auradon and have all the stuff the Auradon Kids did.

While attending Serpent Prep, Hazel’s best classes were Accelerated Piracy: Hostage Taking and Threatening, Pirate Ship Chartering and Navigating, Coin and Jewel Calculus, and Understanding Goblin Speech.

Her worst glasses while attending Serpent Prep, were Advanced Wickedness and

Under the Sea: Science Below the Surface.

Hazel cannot, for the life of her, draw.

Her best classes at Auradon Prep are Unabridged Fairy Tales from the Nineteen Regions, Mathematics, and The Mermaid Language Class. Her worst classes were Smiling, Safety Rules for the Internet, and History of Woodsmen and Pirates.

Before you say anything about that last one, need I remind you that Tinkerbell is the one teaching that class? Of course Hazel is failing History of Woodsmen and Pirates.

She’s passing Remedial Goodness 101 but doesn’t really understand why it’s necessary. It seems pretty obvious to her (and no she doesn’t understand why Cj laughs when this is brought up).

Hazel can usually be found doing her homework in Uma’s office after school.

This is because, unless there’s a reason why Uma and her crew are unavailable, Hazel usually eats dinner with the Lost Revenge Crew.

The new members of Uma’s crew seen in Rise of Red are all around Hazel’s age.

Hazel is a bit of a clean freak.

She’s been to Neverland a couple of times but doesn’t really make a habit of visiting because she finds Peter annoying.

Hazel wants to explore the universe.

Hazel is an Auratuber and her channel is just the same as her name.

Hazel has a ship called‘The Crimson Ghost' and she has her own crewmates.

Her favorite social media sites are InstaRoyal and Royallr. Her Royallr username is spaceninja53 and her profile photo is a picture of a flying ship against a sunset

Her favorite candy is dwarf gems.

After transferring to Auradon Prep, Hazel joined the drama club and was the lead in ‘Shipwrecked’. She also joined R.O.A.R, School Newspaper, and Gizmo and Gadgets.

If she had time she'd also be in archery and tourney.

Hazel’s safe place is Hook's Bay. She sneaks away there whenever things get too tough at Auradon Prep for her.

Her favorite foods are mussels à la marinière, crab cakes, and fried shrimp shells.

Her favorite desserts are pear tarts and blueberry muffins.

Her favorite drinks are seaweed soda, anchovy smoothies, and orange juice.

Her favorite games are Crown of Duty (Video Game), Doomball (Sport Probably), Foul Ball (Sport), and Sea Beast (Arcade Game).

Hazel has been assigned to room 10 with Pink Hearts: it's one of the bigger rooms. Eventually when it's found out the two of them are dating, Pink is moved to another room and Hazel gets a new roommate. I'm not sure who that roommate is yet but I'll edit this when I am.

Her favorite bands are The Bad Apples, The Dragon Slayers, and The Sorcerers Apprentices.

Her favorite songs are Once Upon A Dream, Into The Unknown, Fairytale Fail, Slay The Beast, Where r u Peter Pan, and want you (dead).

Hazel’s favorite shows are Miv and Laddie, Dog with a Blog, Auradon Ninja Warrior, Mega Mighty Meds, and Real Princesses of Charmingsville.

She absolutely cannot stand the show ‘The Prince Is Right’. She thinks it’s tacky and that no, the prince is most certainly NOT right. What are you talking about? Why are you taking advice from someone with no fashion sense?

Hazel hates fishing.

Her lips chap easily and Auradon laundry detergent always gives her rashes so she has to hand wash them.

She has the power of being the younger sibling on her side—one the downside, she has the weakness of being the youngest sibling on her side: meaning her siblings all have the power to boss her around.

Sure, she doesn't listen to them every time but they still have some power over her.

Hazel collects postcards and seashells.

Hazel was born on April 28th, 2053.

Hazel's hobbies include croc wrestling, swimming, shark training, model building, singing sea shanties, dancing, playing chess, reading, gaming, card games, working out, parkour (even though she's bad at it), graffiti, weight lifting, whittling, candle making, bottle ships, playing sports, darts, writing, knot tying, and astronomy.

Hazel has a missing tooth and a long, thin scar across her face that she received in a sword fight against Squirmy Smee. She also has calluses on her hands from working at her dad and uncle’s shops, and her different family members’ ships. As well as a couple of scars from croc wrestling and shark swimming.

She also has a lip piercing, a nose piercing, and ear piercings as well.

She and the youngest of Tick-Tock’s children, Clicker, have this strange little frenemy relationship—meaning they never seriously harm her.

When Hazel is legally allowed to, she plans to get the following tattoos: a crocodile, a shark, an anchor with a pirate hat, and a skull with a dagger in it.

Her favorite flowers are Hooker’s Lips, Dancing Girls, and Corpse Flower.

She had a model of her dream ship in her room—one Harry helped her make when she was little. It had red wood with a black sail with a Crimson Ghost on it.

Hazel's favorite businesses to visit on the isle are Pedro’s Meals For Eels, Curl Up and Dye, and Dr. Facilier's Voodoo Arcade.

Her favorite businesses to visit in Auradon are Snow White's Snack Shack, The Queen's Closet, and The Briar Rose.

Hazel's favorite holidays are Halloween and Pirate Day.

She loves the Seaside Festival and tries to attend it whenever she can.

She has a yearly tradition where she vandalizes Beast’s statues and portraits on King Beast’s Honorary Holiday.

Hazel spends more time with her mom than her dad but she has started spending more time with him since she became a teenager.

Hazel has a lot of trophies she's won.

For the longest time, Harry was the only one who knew how to do Hazel's hair (everyone else eventually learned).

She doesn't have much of an opinion on her cousin, Jericho.

She has a birthmark that vaguely resembles a crocodile biting a hook.

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Hazel Hook Playlist:

“I'm Still Here” by Sia.

“I'm Still Here” by John Rzeznik

“Pressure Cracks” by Poor Man's Poison.

“Feed the Machine” by Poor Man's Poison.

“Numb Little Bug” by Em Beihold.

“Oh Aphrodite” by Lydia the Bard.

“Hanging on the telephone” by Blondie.

“Violent” by carolesdaughter.

“Finish line” by Skillet.

“The Last Shanty” by Nathan Evans.

“Bang” by AJR.

“Wellerman” by Nathan Evans and Santiano.

“Pitchfork Kids” by AJR.

“Drama” by AJR.

“You Need to Calm Down” by Taylor Swift.

“Fireflies” by Owl City.

“Victorious” by Panic! At The Disco.

“People I don't like” by Upsahl.

“You Should See Me in a Crown” by Billie Eilish.

“P.U.N.K girl” by Heavenly.

“Hall of Fame” by The Script.

“Polaroid” by Imagine Dragons.

“Could Have Been Me” by The Struts.

“The Walker” by Fitz and the Tantrums.

“I Lived” by OneRepublic.

“No Body No Crime” by Taylor Swift.

“She's a rebel” by Green Day.

[aiodenhunt]

Isle dreamer.

Where the Hook siblings assume CJ died. Set during wicked world, before D2

! TW!

-Character death (Let's pretend CJ is dead and not in Auradon for the sadsies)

-Depictions of grief.

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Harriet went to sleep without thinking a lot about CJ being out for the night. Her sister was that way, she would never come back home in the estimated time. CJ would always come back one hour after her curfew, just to mess around with them.

Plus, she was with Freddie. If someone could put some reason into Calista’s head that was definitely Freddie.

So there was apparently nothing to worry about.

She stopped worrying about CJ coming home to sleep when the latter was around 11, ever since then CJ would sleep ‘Wherever the night caught her’ and take turns sleeping in the Jolly Roger, The lost revenge, Freddie’s house or Harriet’s ship; The crimson zephyr. She had that bad habit.

Her sister was just that careless.

And Harriet had given up with her a long time ago. Once she found CJ eating breakfast in her ship’s kitchen, which would’ve been normal if her sister had slept in her ship the previous night.

Harriet honestly didn’t care about that. She had learned to leave one window open and extra food just for CJ. It was better if her sister slept there than on the streets like the other children on the Isle.

Uma also didn’t mind CJ’s random presence on her ship, the pirate had just adopted her as ‘Harry’s annoying little sister that crashes here without warning’ and rolled along with it.

Captain Hook? He was sometimes delighted to see his daughter come back to her home and spend the night there, sometimes he would make it clear he didn’t want her there.

So, yeah. CJ spending the night out while she had explicitly told Harriet she would sleep in her ship wasn’t that much of a big deal. Maybe the Faciliers made something CJ likes for dinner and so she decided to spend the night there.

Oh well, she would just scold her little sister when she got home and that’s it.

Cj will be fine. She can fetch for herself.

So the following night, Harriet Hook woke up without too many worries inside of her head, half of those worries weren’t really related to her sister. They were mostly about her crew or the fact that they lived on a jail-island, nothing too bad or out of the ordinary.

She walked out of her cabin, heading to the kitchen. Greeting some of her crewmates in the process.

Claudine Frollo was already up, making breakfast for her crew. She was probably the only member of the crew who got up at the unholy hour that 5am was.“Good morning, Captain.” She said, serving some crepes for Harriet.

“ ‘Morning, have you seen Calista around the ship?” The captain asked, sitting down to eat what had been just served to her.

Claudine shook her head no.

“Are you sure?” Harriet insisted.

“If she had slept inside of the ship, I would’ve heard her entering it. You know I have quite the sensitive ear.”

“Hm.True.” Harriet hummed, taking some last bites out of her breakfast. “She must’ve spent the night with Harry or Freddie. She’ll probably be back in a day or two.”

“May the lord be with her.” Claudine made the cross gesture.

Harriet just let out a sigh. “Yeah let the religious stuff from your dad for an actually dangerous situation, We’ve got raids to do.”

And so, the next two days passed by normally for Harriet Hook.

Her rutinary raids, antics, some robbery and someone being stabbed, whatever was normal for her.

But, during those days. CJ was nowhere to be seen. At least inside of her ship.

She woke up with a little of a hangover from drinking last night, walking to the kitchen with one of her hands holding an ice pack on her head to calm down the migraine.

Harriet barely opened her mouth, and Claudine already had an answer for her question. “CJ still isn’t here. And no, Sammy hasn’t seen her either.”

The captain sighed. “Don’t serve me any breakfast, give it to Sammy or whoever needs it. I’m going to the Lost revenge to drag that brat back home.”

Harriet could hear a small giggle before leaving. “Good luck with that rascal.”

The way to the Lost revenge wasn’t too far from her. The isle was quite small, so it was just around two blocks away from her own ship. The port was way too small.

She knocked three times on the wooden of the ship, some of Uma’s pirates looking at her with fear, and some others with respect.

Uma looked at her from the deck, looking like she wanted to cuss her out of there at first; but once she realized it was Harriet she only sighed. “Ah, it 's you.”

“Harry! Your sister’s here!” The fellow captain screamed so loud it could probably be heard on all of the ship.

“The crazy one or the normal one?”

“The normal one!”

And so, Harry could soon be heard walking towards the deck, then he jumped out of the ship. “What up?”

“Has CJ been sleeping here for the last three days?” Harriet asked, straightforward.

Her brother bit his lip, frowning. “I was actually going to ask you if she had been sleeping in the Crimson zephyr. Haven’t seen that polliwog around in a while.”

Harriet took a deep breath. “So she hasn’t!”

Harry shook his head no. “Might be at dad’s.”

The captain shrugged, wanting to not look lowkey frustrated. “Wanna search for her with me? Maybe Hook’s got her hostage thinking she’s Peter pan or something. She never stays with him for that long.”

“Oh I had forgotten she’s that guy’s age already.” Harry mumbled. “Count me in. Uma ain’t doing anything interesting today.”

And so, The oldest sibling nodded, walking across the port along with her brother.

The Jolly roger being so close to the Lost revenge it was almost comical it took them around three minutes to get there

Once they were close enough, Harry yelled. “Oh Dad! Would you mind talking to your children?”

Hook looked down at them, making some gestures with his fake hand. “I do it every once in a while. What do you want now?”

“Have you seen Calista? Or, a child resembling Peter Pan lately?” Harriet asked, her arms crossed.

Their father frowned at the mention of that boy. “My little girl? Nope, and I wish I don’t see that hellish boy or anyone who resembles him again.”

Harriet sighed, turning around and walking away from the port (Dragging Harry along with her), refusing to listen to Hook any longer. “I believe him. If he had lost his mind he wouldn’t make it clear that Cj’s his favorite child.”

Harry decided to not argue any longer. Walking to wherever Harriet was going to.

Which seemed to be… The arcade the Facilier’s run?

How odd.

Harriet entered almost kicking the door open, her presence being ominous enough to startle most people inside of the arcade. She looked straight into Dr.Facilier’s eyes as soon as she spotted him.

“Has CJ slept here the last three days, Shadowman?”

“Easy there, Hook. I could ask you the exact same question about Freddie.” The older man answered, something in his voice made the phrase look like a threat. “Unlike your little sister she has some manners. She never sleeps outside of her home, much less uninvited. Where is my daughter?”

Harry almost walks up to Facilier, hook in hand. Yet Harriet stopped him.

“Where is my sister? They should be together. I’m not looking for a fight.” The pirate dropped her sword, and made her brother drop his hook. (Although he rolled his eyes when she did.) “Kidnapping your daughter would only make CJ hate me.”

The shadowman seemed a little more relaxed, less menacing. Yet he still looked stressed. “I’m serious. I don’t know where both of them are. Celia has been worried, so am I. We figured maybe CJ was keeping her hidden, or rather hiding with her.”

Harriet growled in frustration, picking up her sword and passing the hook to her brother.

“Whatever. Those two must be hiding anywhere waiting for us to lose our minds searching for them. I’ll tell you when I find them, so you can also ground Freddie for life for letting CJ do that.”

Facilier nodded, with a heavy sigh. Then the siblings left the arcade.

Harriet kicked a stone in frustration.

Harry didn’t know quite what to do. Looking worried was not a choice, though. “Maybe she is okay. Just playing hide and seek anywhere, just to toy around with us.”

Harriet bit one of her nails, not wanting to seem worried either. She could not show weakness in public. “Tell Uma and her crew to look out for her literally everywhere. My crew will do the same. No stone must remain unturned.”

Harry let out a laugh. “That polliwog will be so grounded when you get her.”

“She will not see the sunlight until she turns eighteen.”

And so, the day passed by.

All the raids planified for that day came to a halt. For both Uma and Harriet’s crew. The pirates looked for every street inside in the isle, every alley. Every business that could be a possible hideout.

Harriet’s crew even had to swallow down whatever fear they had left and enter Maleficent’s now abandoned castle. Still, no trace of CJ nearby. It seemed like her most probable hideout but there wasn’t a single trail of her or Freddie in there.

The search went on for two weeks.

Uma’s had looked inside of the Hell hall but even there, there was not a single trace of the missing girls.

Every alley had been temporarily invaded by the pirates in search for the girl, and no one was there.

Harriet had screamed her sister’s name time and again, and nobody answered.

During the second week, they had stopped searching and began raiding more often, in case somebody had the guts to hold hostage the youngest Hook child.

The hopes of Cj’s older siblings were high when the raids began, and they had in fact found some of the missing children of the isle who would then be sent back to their parent’s arms.

Nonetheless there was not a single trace of CJ or Freddie in any of those raids. When interrogating people, they claimed that they knew that kidnapping CJ Hook was technically suicide.

So, during the third week of Cj’s disappearance, Harriet and Harry stopped looking for someone living.

Harriet shivered, her voice trembled a little when she asked what might be the hardest question she had ever asked. “I need Uma to ask Ursula if she has seen any remains of CJ in the depths of the sea.”

CJ never learned how to swim unlike her siblings. Maybe she stepped on rotten wood whilst walking on the port and drowned.

Or maybe someone had killed her and dropped her remains into the sea.

They knew the villains were immortal, as she herself accidentally killed her father once. (In self defense.) But they also knew that VK’s could die. Everyone who wasn’t deemed as a dangerous villain was not immortal. How charming. Thank you, King Beast.

Whatever, Harriet needed a coat, her sister’s headband, anything. She needed to know what happened to her baby sister.

Neither of the siblings had the strength to tell their father that they thought CJ was dead. They just knew that he was probably drinking himself blind thanks to her daughter’s disappearance.

Harriet also wanted to do that.

Yet she needed to be sober to keep on looking.

She was angry at first.

Angry at the world who set this godforsaken barrier on them. Angry at herself for not looking out for her sister earlier. Angry at her father, for neglecting them in that way.

She screamed, smashed a couple bottles against the floor and punched a wall, yet the people in her crew knew it was best to let Harriet be.

Sammy told them that it was her captain’s way to go through grief.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed more maniacal than never. Whenever they attacked he laughed more than usual, he was more prone to burst out laughing after any inconvenience happened to him. He lashed out when someone mentioned CJ, too.

Uma was there to hold Harry whenever he broke down. She was there to at least tell him that his sister was probably in a better place now. There was someone to be Harry’s support.

Harriet did have Ginny to hold her down while she lashed out, and unlike Harry and Uma, she was not enough to calm her down completely.

Of course she appreciated her partner, but no romantical love could fill the hole her sister left in her heart.

Harriet had raised that girl. She saw her grow up, she taught her how to read and how to count, she taught her how to defend herself.

Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten to look somewhere else?

Oh.

She did.

The underworld.

All the dead went there, and the god of the underworld was there, on the Isle. Maybe she could give her an answer.

Nonetheless when Harriet sat down to speak with Hades, all she got was disappointment.

Hades was no longer the ruler of the underworld during his imprisonment, the ones ruling it were Persephone and Nyx. Some other goddesses, or demi-gods. Harriet didn’t gave a single fuck about whatever divine status they had.

Persephone was the only one who could tell her if her sister was dead or not.

And Persephone could only come to the island during the winter. It is currently the beginning of autumn.

Great.

So she had to wait months to know if her sister was alive or not.

Harriet did her best to not break down when she reunited with Harry a couple of days later.

They picked up a couple of the few flowers that could be found across the isle, and some shiny stuff CJ would have wanted.

Since cameras weren’t a thing on the isle and they didn’t have a picture of the deceased girls, Harriet painted a small portrait of CJ and Freddie, although it wasn’t her main hobby or a sustainable one on the isle, she was quite good at it.

They made a makeshift altar on the Crimson zephyr, inside of the cabin where their little sister used to sleep in.

Neither Harriet nor Harry cried during Claudine’s memorial speech, all her time with Frollo had prepared her to host funerals; at last. Celia did cry for Freddie.

Claudine lit up a small candle on the altar for the two souls.

Harry didn’t have the strength to speak during the makeshift funeral.

Neither did Harriet, but she spoke anyway.

She swallowed down a tear while standing in front of the portrait of her little sister. “Calista was not a saint. Hell, she stole from us more times than I can count on my two hands.”

“Yet she never had ill intentions. I dare to say my sister was the closest we will have to someone being genuinely kind on this Godforsaken isle. I hope she is happy and in peace along with her best friend, away from this living hell. I hope that this is a reminder of the cruelty of King Beast. And I hope one day we will be able to break this down, so no more innocents will die with misery and pain being all of what they knew during their short lives. Calista Jane Hook, I hope you forgive your siblings for not being able to save you.”

Maybe she teared up while speaking, yet no one pointed it out.

Harriet doesn’t remember anything else that happened during that funeral. She zoned out, just thinking.

Thinking about how CJ used to tell Harriet about her dreams of navigating and seeing the world beyond the barrier she was born into.

She thought about how that little dreamer never got to see anything more than misery, and thinking about how they don’t even have a body to mourn her properly.

Did she suffer?

Did she go in peace? Did she thought about them while leaving?

What a waste…

Ginny had to drag Harriet to bed that night. She drank until she passed out, mumbling something about not being able to save her.

Maybe one day, the memory of the youngest Hook child will stop being painful.

It won’t be today.

[humaforever]

Do you have any new hcs you want to share?

Not many but I do have a few yes :)

Harriet and Sammy started stealing rum from Hook at a VERY young age, like five years old. Mostly because they saw all the older pirates drinking it. Sammy stopped doing this, Harriet didn't.

Ivy gets drunk, her mascara and lipstick all over her face. She lays down on Claudie's lap and Claudine fixes it and wipes it away with the long sleeves of her dress for her. She doesn't care that she's getting them dirty.

Ivy also wears Claudine's prayer ropes as garters.

When Harry was smaller he would eat fish and nothing else for a long ass time because he heard that it helps you grow and he had a goal to be taller than Harriet. It didn't work. He ended up including a few other things in his diet as time went on, but not much.

Harriet used to make fake treasure maps and give them to CJ to figure out, because she needed some time off and for CJ to just leave her the hell alone.

Uma discovered Pina colada and was extremely excited until she realized she's mildly allergic to pineapple. Nothing extreme it just causes her lips to swell up a little and tingle, but she hates it.

Harry once kissed her after he was eating some and she almost murdered him.

Gil does the grocery shopping for the crew.

[bellalampwickrossi]

A tiny first year pirate who ran with Harriet Hook's crew got lost in the shuffle, blocking their path.

Mal came to a halt.

The boy slowly lifted his head, his eye patch trembling.

"S-s-so s-s-sorry, M-m-m-mal," he said.

"M-m-m-MOVE IT," Mal said, her voice high and mocking. She rolled her eyes and kicked the torn textbooks out of her way. The boy scampered toward the first open door he saw, dropping his fake hooked hand in his haste and sending it tumbling away.

(Taken from page 29 from 'The Isle of the Lost: A Descendants Novel', I think).

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Jericho 'Jax' Hook, son of Captain Jasper 'Patchy' Hook.

Nephew of Captain James Hook.

Grandson of Mama Hook and great grandson of Grandmumsie Hook.

Member of Harriet Hook's Crew.

NICE ! poor kid tho...

[bucket-barnes]

Foibles of broken Fathers

I got hit with fic inspiration in class again. We’re rounding out the Hook family with the man himself babeeey!

Takes place prior to the events of D1

Harriet- 11 Harry- 10 CJ- 7

…

Captain Hook was known as an apathetic man. A drunk whose only care in the world was those who feared his name. He wasn’t always that way, believe it or not, he was happy for a time, even if people still trembled at the mention of his name…but then he lost his wife

It was only a few months ago. She had died from illness- well, poison- there was nothing anyone could do and she passed away in his arms, leaving him to raise their three children alone. And he couldn’t even do that, having turned back to rum and drinking until the pain went away- even if it never did

Winters were always harsh on the Isle, but especially for the pirates. With all the ice on their ships and in the water, fishing or sailing was out of the question. The crew of the Jolly Roger spent their days docked and drinking. Little Harriet Hook tried her best at only eleven years old to keep her siblings away from the company their father kept, but they’d always be there as she ushered them off the ship and towards school.

It was a frigid winter morning. Hook was five bottles deep and laughing with the rest of the crew while Smee tried to keep two other crew mates from starting a fist fight-

“Daaaaaad!”

The Captain was broken out of his drunken stupor by the sound of his eldest daughter calling from belowdecks. Harriet never called for him. She was usually ushering Harry and CJ off the ship by now

“Dad!”

Hook stood up and stumbled his way belowdecks, sobering up almost immediately when he reached his childrens’ quarters. Harriet was holding her little brother upright while the poor boy emptied his stomach into a bucket, crying between purges for it to stop.

“No…no…”

Hook muttered as he watched the scene in front of him. Not Harry…not his boy. Hook knelt at his son’s side and tried to comfort him as more and more bile came up. He knew Harry still idolized him, that the illusion hadn’t been broken for him yet. He held the boy close and put his face in his hair

“It’s…it’s ok, lad”

Harry went limp once he had nothing left to purge, curling into his father’s side with a whimper. His skin had turned a pallid gray and was warm with fever. He felt so light in his father’s arms

“I don’t know what happened…”

Harriet sighed. Hook simply nodded and scooped up Harry, putting him in bed. The crew above deck kept their party roaring on, the sounds of drunken yelling and shattering bottles making poor Harry curl in on himself to escape the noise, letting out a small groan

“Stay with your brother”

Hook said as he went back above deck, breaking the last bottle

“All of you, off!”

The Captain yelled. The drunk pirates wouldn’t listen, so he extended his namesake in threat- a reminder of where his so feared name had come from

“Leave”

He growled. His crew took no more convincing and left, stumbling off the gangplank and back to their own miserable lives. When Hook returned to his children, Harriet had given up her blankets to keep her brother warm, though Harry continued to shiver and groan. Hook didn’t want to believe it…so soon after losing his wife. People rarely survived getting sick on the Isle, let alone children-no, he couldn’t think like that- Harry’s a strong boy, he…he’ll be ok.

He took off his coat and added it to the pile, sitting on the edge of Harry’s bed and cupping the boy’s cheek while his hook brushed the hair off his forehead

“You’ll be ok, lad…I’m right here”

He muttered. Harry didn’t respond, his energy sapped from his earlier purge and growing fever.

Hook stayed with his kids that night, holding his son’s hand while Harriet stayed with CJ. The little girl had asked what was wrong with her brother, Hook simplified and said he wasn’t feeling good, not wanting to worry her.

The next few days only made the pit in Hook’s stomach grow bigger. Harry never seemed to get better, having lost his appetite and his fever simply refusing to break. He didn’t even have the energy to speak, only being able to manage whimpers and groans. Harriet had tried every medicine she could find-most wouldn’t even stay down, and the ones that did seemed to do nothing for him. It all felt too familiar, the sudeness, the weakness and pain. Harry was such a lively-sometimes even insane- boy, now he was shivering, coughing and barely able to keep down water…he was only ten. No ten year old should be that…weak

The fourth night was the hardest. Hook wouldn’t leave his boy’s side, comforting him best he could while trying to help him breathe through his coughing fits…his breaths sounded so labored, every inhale like rocks being shook in a rusty jar, like there was an invisible belt around Harry’s chest that kept getting tighter.

Harriet watched from her and CJ’s beat-up bunkbed, trying to keep her sister asleep while she listened to her brother’s coughing and wheezing. Hook had told her not to mention her brother’s state to anybody- though she was sure he was keeping half the bay awake right now with his coughing fits- but vulnerability was dangerous on the isle. And having another sick Hook, so soon after their mother died? That’s like asking to be killed…

Hook finally had enough around midnight. Harry was practically gasping for air and getting nothing. He wrapped the boy in blankets and scooped him up, taking him above deck

“The air will do you good, lad”

He mumbled when Harry groaned from being moved. He sat down on the far end of the stern, hidden behind boxes and crates. He held Harry close to his chest, feeling the boy shiver and his chest rattle as he was finally able to take in air

“That’s it…that’s my boy”

He kept a hand on his son’s back, rubbing it gently while burying his face in his hair. It’d been so long since Hook held his son like this, not since…not since his wife died. Harry had actually tried to comfort him that day, always wanting to strong like he was. He remembered Harry hugging him and trying to tell him it would all be ok…but Hook knew it wouldn’t be. He fell back into old habits, fell harder into the ones that stuck around. Harriet was more of a parent than he was, and she wasn’t even a teenager yet! He drank, fought, yelled. People still feared his name-possibly even more than before- but at the cost of his children, who witnessed all his foibles, who saw him break. Hook sighed, pressing a kiss to his son’s head

“I’m so sorry…”

He whispered, Harry only groaning in response, just as he had the past four days. Harriet came up with CJ a while later and sat beside her father, CJ in her lap. She was wearing her mother’s old jacket that looked several sizes too big on her, though she’d been trying to make it fit. She didn’t say anything, she just sat with her father and watched the night sky

[shellyseashell]

HARRIET HOOK (DEMON HUNTER AU)

aliases: etta, aegea, pirate king

age: 21

height: 5’11

mbti: entj, the commander

affiliation: sovereign dread, lost revenge, deviltry, syndicate

personality: blunt, protective, bold, charismatic, bossy, dismissive

partner(s): anthony tremaine, diego de vil, ginny gothel

children: sorcha hook

background: when her mother, an exiled neverland mermaid, died, she was left caring for her siblings and protecting them from their father. she grew up a sort of ring leader for a lot of wharf kids, one of the only ones bold enough to face the guards. her crew was only formed when she was 15, after acquiring a ship. over the years, she solidified her crew to one of the largest and most powerful gangs on the isle. now, the south wharfs are fully under her control, the only place on the isle frollo has no foothold.

[thebluestbluewords]

Dunderback, oh Dunderback…

Somewhat graphic descriptions of injury, isle-related violence. Not actually that dark despite this.

+

"Dizzy," Evie asks sweetly. "You've been on the isle more recently than us. Do the twins..." 

She trails off meaningfully. 

Dizzy blinks up at her like a little red-headed bobble toy. "Do they what? I was thinking about the best ways to starch cobweb lace into shape for a hair bow and I think I stopped listening at the end there. Sorry. What did they do now?" 

Oh, little Dizzy. Never change. 

Mal puts down her spoon, and actually swallows her mouthful of cereal, instead of talking with her mouth open and full, because despite her insinuations otherwise she is aware that it's a disgusting habit and Evie hates it. "Do they talk, Diz? Because from where we are, it looks like they've been here for a week, and the only people we've seen them talk to is each other." 

They do talk!" Dizzy says quickly, putting down her own spoon as well. "Just. Not to other people." 

Great. Perfect. They'll have a great time explaining that one to Fairy Godmother. Their new kids, who are supposed to be a hand-picked selection of model citizens, fresh from the ferocious claws of Harriet Hook herself, only talk to each other. That'll go over great, Mal's sure of it. Nothing at all to make FG absolutely nutty there. 

Still. Mal's old and wise now, and the twins' issues aren't Dizzy's fault. 

"Do they talk to you, Diz?" she asks, trying to emulate Evie's sweet tone. "We thought maybe they like you better than us."

Dizzy frowns. Her whole face scrunches up when she does it. It's cute, but it's also a reminder that they have got to get that girl a new pair of glasses that aren't so broken they're falling off her face. Maybe there's a special Auradon glasses store out there somewhere, where they'll be able to achieve one of Evie's lifelong dreams and get glasses that are actually cute and functional for Dizzy. 

And maybe sheep will fly, and the twins will start talking, and they'll all get a pony. 

Dizzy pushes her glasses back up her nose with a practiced flick of her fingers. "Well, no. They used to talk to me more, but...  Evie, do we have to talk about it?" 

"We want to make sure they can communicate with us, Diz."

Dizzy sighs. Her sharp little elbows are resting on the table, which is another thing they're going to have to train her out of before the fall. Fairy Godmother is nuts about table manners. "They used to talk more, but there was a fight in March between Hook's crew and Harriet's crew, and it got so loud that a bunch of the unaffiliated pirates decided it was their problem to shut them all up before they all started burning buildings again, so they stepped in with their swords, which were fresh out of Gaston's fight club, the one he fired Gil from, remember?" 

"I remember.” 

Spirits bolstered by the acknowledgement, Dizzy nods, and flicks her glasses up her nose again. "So their swords were really sharp, and Mister Smee, he's the one who always tries to step between pirates and talk them down when they're getting loud, because he knows how mean the neighborhood is. But this time, the unaffiliated gang didn't let him get a word in, and they--" She stops. "Do I have to say it? I don't want to remember." 

Mal looks to Evie, who shrugs, and looks back to Dizzy again. They're not really equipped to deal with something so bad that even Dizzy won't talk about it, but if they don't know what they're dealing with, they're not going to be able to make a plan of action. "You can summarize."

"They made him into meat." Dizzy says bluntly, shuddering. "It was awful. Like sausages were spilling out of him, only it was just guts, and I had to go wash the blood off the front steps after, because Harriet dragged him out and brought him to the house, because she knows that Anthony keeps a guts needle in the house, and the twins were there when they were stitching him back up, and I don't think they saw everything that happened, but they were there when-- when he started dying for real, and I think that's when they stopped talking to other people." 

[loreofthelost]

VK Hierarchy

Due to Maleficent's position as ruler of the Isle, Mal is automatically considered at the top of the food chain. Mal first came onto the streets at 10 as an enforcer for her mother. As the years went on she made a name for self by being ruthless, Mal also started to put a gang together and went off on her own, Maleficent's territory slowly became more known as Mal's. Though Mal does still live in Bargin Castle and does report to her mother, however she has stopped being an enforcer and has made her own name for herself instead of just being Maleficent's enforcer. The Fae Syndicate is one of the most dangerous gangs on the isle and controls a large territory.

The Fae Syndicate is closely followed by The Burbers and the two Pirate Crews The Burbers are a large gang and they hold a lot of territory, they are lead by Yasmine daughter of Jafer and Jay's twin, Yasmine is a formidable woman who earned her place by killing the former leader of the Burbers after he broke sanctum. Her second is Hugo Rourke, who is know for his sheer strength and the fact that he is loyal to the bone.

Both Uma's and Harriet's Pirate Crews have a decent amount of territory, they also have access to the only fresh food supply and they control all the docks on the Isle. Uma's crew control the left side of harbour town from the dark cliffs and Ursula's to the barge docks in the centre of harbour town. They also stretch up enough to control some of the edges of the town proper. Harriet's crew control the right side of harbour town from the Jolly Rodger and Hook's Inlet to the barge docks. They also control some of the edges of the town proper

The Lost Children and the Merchant Punks are next, they garner a lot of respect and fear. The Lost Children, led by Anthoney Tremaine, because they are the oldest on the Isle and had to cut their place out, to be seen as more than just extensions of their parents, the Lost Children are also different because they only except those who were born with the first two years on the isle.

The Merchant Punks, led by Leo Silver, are a large gang with a large territory, they control the majority of the Bazaar and the shops so you don't wan to anger them less you lose access to most things on the isle. 

The gangs are mainly on equal footing though and as things like territory and supplies and allies are always changing there is no sure fire way to know who is better than the others, though all the gangs like to say they are the best.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Any headcanons for Harry and Uma's kids?

Might be more about Harry and Uma as parents, but anyway:

The kids are spoiled. Not by their parents – much – but by their pirate crew. Uma would like it to stop.

It will not stop. Cos, c'mon. This is Uma's kid. The pirates adore the kid.

The Lost Revenge crew also collectivelly answers to Auntie/Uncle, though Uncle Gil has special privileges.

Gil is also one of the few people allowed to babysit.

He takes the kids on carefully prepared "treasure hunts" to bring "treasure" for mom and dad. It's incredibly fun and if he's not sure the difficulty level is okay for kids, he check with someone else. Jane's been pulled into preparing the adventures few times.

Out of people actually realated to Uma and Harry, only Harriet is actually allowed to babysit. She's knows how to keep children alive and her younger siblings are the proof. (...helps a lot that Anthony is there to regulate the more dangerous activities.)

Only when the kids are old enough, they can hang out with Auntie CJ alone. (They're the ones sublty supervising she doesn't commit burglary and/or hight treason on camera, not vice versa.)

Somehow, James Hook and Alala manage to cancel out eachother's vices to be at least reasobably safe to be around. They do keep telling the kids that "murder is okay if they're annoing enough" tho.

Ursula doesn't like kids all that much and Uma likes her mother even less.

Oh, there is a considerable overlap between "daddy's bedtime stories" and "mommy's family drama". Let me tell you, the kids are confused.

Uma and Harry remain very uncensored around the kids in general. They're pirates, they'll tough it out. Result is about like this:

Bal baby: "Are you having a little sibling too?"

Huma baby: "Yes."

Bal baby: "you see, the stork arrived and droped a diamond under a cabbage leaf and that diamond turned into a baby! Now I'm having a little sibling!"

Huma baby: "...my parents had sex."

You see, Mal is slightly overcompemsating (again) and Ben is avoiding The Talk like the plague; Evie and Jay are having way too much fun to stop it. (Carlos would rather die than explain sex to a child that can repeat his words to its mother, that is, Mal).

I'd also like to state that sex ed among the pirate crews consists largely of Bonny (the medic) throwing a scavenged "safe sex" leaflet at peoples heads and screeching "I'm not paid enough to be a fucking midwife!"

[descenderintofantasy]

Post RoR scenario, where now that people know that the QoH has four kids instead of one, with Red being the youngest of them, someone poses the question of if Red is still crown princess or if it should go to the oldest child.

Red, who's delt with the pressure of her mother's expectations to one day be a queen who's exactly like her and to not disappoint her, is all for this idea because (1) she'd finally get the freedom she craves and (2) if they're going off of age there'd three people in front of her so there's no way she'd ever have to be queen.

But the thing is, the older Hooklings have grown up on the Isle with the freedom to more or less do whatever they want, with slim to zero expectations of ever getting off the Isle, let alone holding a royal title again and especially not ruling a country. I.e. none of them want the throne.

After discussing it, Bridget and Hook approach the kids about it, but it's just.

-

Harriet: Absolutely not. I'm busy enough as it is right now running my crew, and I plan on having my own fleet one day. Call me if you need help with the royal navy

Bridget and Hook: *turn to Harry*

Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH! Me? Me? As much as Uma was made to be a queen and as funny as Mal and Beasty Boy's faces would be, there are very few things I'd enjoy less than that. Call me if you need an advisor or something, I guess

Harriet: Advisor as in you'll advise to hook or "off with their head" anyone who annoys you? Or advise to just do whatever Uma says?

Harry: Exactly!

Bridget and Hook: *turn to CJ*

CJ: Well, then throne is mine suckers! HA! I'm keeping the dictatorship!

Harriet: You do realize that now that Wonderland isn't locked, you'll have to work with the other kingdoms? As in be corporative. Be stuck in long, boring meetings. Paperwork

CJ: Eww. Never mind, Red gets stuck with it. Call me if Harry's ideas for dealing with annoying people aren't original enough

Red: OH, COME ON!

-

I just think this would be funny, and it's differently a different take than in DSoR. Hope I'm not crowding your in box!

HA HA HA HA! Oh I could SO see this happening! :D After Red's adjusted to the fact that she's actually the youngest. Her mind actually starts thinking, wait...this could mean I don't have to be mom's heir any more! But as we, see here, none of her siblings WANT it.

As we've said before, Harriet probably would be okay with it if she'd had time to adjust to it growing up. But after living on the Isle for 21 years. She just can't put aside her 'pirate' self enough to take it on.

Harry if the situation was different might have taken the job just to see Ben and Mal's reactions. I mean to him, he's already got a ready-made queen, but deep down he knows Uma is better at ruling, and he's happier being an advising consort (aka Firste Mate) and that the job would suffocate him.

CJ...now to be honest I actually could see CJ being a decent Queen of Wonderland it's a crazy place and CJ certainly fits the bill. But as pointed out here, CJ is too used to freedom and chaos. To sit at a desk doing paperwork and keeping diplomatic relations with other kingdoms.

So Red my dear even as the youngest you are stuck with it

Thanks for the ask and don't worry, my inbox is basically empty bar your asks! :D

[dragoneyes613]

The boy hovered half a foot off the floor, a mischievous smirk on his face. His auburn hair flapped to a nonexistent breeze. He looked no more than twelve, but his brown eyes were ancient, older than kingdoms.

Yet he flitted around the room with a grin on his face, as though this was all a childish game.

"You're him," Harry whispered, clutching his hook in his hand like it was a lifeline. "Pan."

"Hook," the boy said. He squinted at him. "You look like him. You have his eyes. And his hook." He made a lunge for the hook, but Harry waved it wildly at him, and Pan swerved away.

"I just wanted to play a game," Pan complained. "But you're too old for that, aren't you? You're far too old to join my Lost Boys."

Harry sputtered. "I'm a pirate! I'm a Hook! I would never-"

Uma laid a hand on his shoulder, calming him. She opened her mouth to address Pan, but the demon boy suddenly turned and swooped out the window, floating down to the grass, where a bunch of other kids were.

Including Harry's sisters.

Harry barreled out of the room and through the hallways, shouting incoherently for Pan to face him. People scattered out of his way, but he barely noticed them. If that demon child dared harm a single hair on his sisters' heads-he would rue the day he ever harmed another Hook!

His father's stories rang in the back of his mind. And then that cursed forever-boy slashed out with his knife and chopped off my hand, and while I was still reeling from the wound he reached out and grabbed it and threw it to Tick Tock...

He fairly flew out the front doors and into the sunlight, the breeze hitting his face. He was vaguely aware of Uma running after him as he pounded across the grass to where Pan was hovering above Harriet.

"Hook!" he said with delight.

Harry may have had his father's eyes, but Harriet was James Hook's spitting image. Except that she was younger, female, and didn't have a mustache, obviously. But Harry wasn't sure if Pan would realize. To the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, all Hooks were one.

Harriet was standing, holding a knife in her hand. She'd probably hidden it in her shoe. She held it up threateningly, but only those who knew her best, like Harry, could tell from her narrow eyes and stiff posture how nervous she was.

"Pan," Harriet breathed.

Harry reached Harriet's side. "Aye. Where's CJ?"

Harriet began circling around, keeping pace with Pan as he flew above them. "I don't know. I turned to look at Pan and she was gone. Where's your crew?"

"Uma gave them the day off. Where's yours?"

"Same." Harriet growled in frustration. "Things were supposed to be safe here, and I wanted to spend time with CJ-"

"HOOK!" Pan yelled, diving down with a swiping sword. (Where had he even gotten that from?)

Harry jumped up as high as he could, stabbing his hook at Pan. "PAN!"

His hook clanged against Pan's sword. Pan retreated up into the sky, hovering near the middle of an oak tree.

"Good show!" the demon boy said, sounding delighted. "You know, this is fun! We should do this more often. I've never had the opportunity to fight two Hooks at once before." He paused, seemingly confused. "Hook. How are there two of you?"

Harriet stepped forward and looked up, controlling herself, somehow managing to sound calm and collected. "Captain James Hook is our father," she said simply.

"Hook...your father?" He still sounded confused. "But that means you're children. Only children have fathers and mothers. But you aren't children. You, Hook with the wrong-colored hair-" He pointed at Harry. "You're almost a grown-up. You'd be way too old to join my Lost Boys!"

"I told you," Harry snarled, "I'm never joining-"

"And you!" Pan pointed to Harriet. "Your hair is too long. You're a girl Hook! Ever so much older than Wendy! You wouldn't be able to come with me to Never Land, even to be our mother!"

Harriet looked like she was swallowing her tongue.

"But wasn't there a third Hook?" Pan asked in his innocent childlike voice. "Also a girl Hook! But younger then you. She can come to Never Land with me and be our mother like Wendy was!"

What?

Harry's blood turned to ice; he felt nothing but pure panic. Harriet actually dropped her knife.

They both whirled around, looking frantically for a glimpse of blonde hair or a cheeky smile. CJ! CJ, where are you? Run! But neither of them dared yell that aloud, lest Pan be alerted to CJ's presence-

There was a loud rustling and several snapping noise. Then there was a "Woooo!"

CJ fell out of the top of the oak tree Pan was next to, landing on him midair and holding on tight to him, dragging him down with her.

They both landed with a thud in the dirt, with CJ on top.

CJ looked up at her older siblings, her face streaked with mud, her white teeth flashing in a grin. "I win!"

[hannahhook7744]

Are You, Are You, Coming To The Tree?

Summary: Grin and bear it. That was the mantra Harriet kept repeating in her head.  Grin and bear it.  Trigger warnings: Inhumane conditions, swearing, perceived discrimination, drinking, childhood trauma, etc. Merry Christmas @panthera-tigris-venenata .

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It would come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Harriet Hook hated Christmas. 

Christmas on the isle was cold and dreary and it usually snowed horribly or hailed—making it harder to find edible food and durable shelter for those of the isle who had nowhere else to go but the horrid great outdoors. 

Many didn’t survive the long winters. 

And while the isle mourned and fought amongst themselves, Auradon showed cheerful movies about reindeer, talking snowmen, and Santa Claus—movies that were chalked full of things the isle kids would never have like unspoiled eggnog, freshly baked christmas cookies, gingerbeard men, and presents in good condition handed out by smiling parents who loved their children and had the means to give them such things. 

Harriet hated the holiday. 

And she didn’t believe in Santa. 

At least, not the version presented in the cartoons and movies they would show. 

In her mind, it was all bullshit.

The real Santa Claus wasn’t a kind man who rewarded truly good children. No, the real Santa Claus was a holier than thou bastard who only rewarded children who were perceived as good—not accounting for the abused or neglected children who would never be considered good by those around them or for the children who had no choice but to be bad by society’s standards to survive. 

He didn’t care about any abused children in Auradon, if there were any left and he certainly didn’t care for people like Harriet. 

The real Santa Claus hated Isle kids and that was apparent. 

Harriet was almost eleven by the time the Isle’s Santa started distributing presents to every living kid on the isle and fixing up the graves of the dead kids after all. Old enough to know that The Isle Santa wasn’t the real deal. 

She’d had several Christmases of disappointment by then.

Several Christmases of the adults in her life barely being able to scrape by and find enough food to keep her and her siblings alive. Christmases that usually ended up with them all getting drunk till they passed out when they thought she and her siblings couldn’t hear. 

Her and Harry and CJ had all gotten presents, sure, but it wasn’t anything magical like what was shown on TV—no, it was just stuff they needed and if they were lucky, a toy that wasn’t too far damaged when it was donated to the barrage. 

Her dad was always drunk in the days after. Ashamed, angry, and bitter about the fact he couldn’t do more for them. 

By the time the fake Santa started leaving gifts, Harriet was able to tell that the gifts weren’t from a workshop in the North Pole but handmade by someone inexperienced or fished from the barrage and the ocean. 

All it only made the pirate captain hate the holiday more.

Why wouldn’t it? 

Harriet only had bitter memories of the holiday. 

Memories where she knew Santa  and Auradon hated her. 

Harriet hated Christmas. 

But if there was one thing that could make Harriet celebrate it?

It was her crew. 

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“I’m sorry. Did I just hear that right?” Sammy asked, staring at her—and for some reason, he looked a bit nervous. 

“I need your help to make Christmas special for the rest of the crew, the twins, and Owena—the kid Uma’s crew took in.” Harriet gritted out. Eye twitching slightly. 

She didn’t like having to repeat herself. 

Especially not when it came to this situation. 

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one who can keep a secret.”

Sammy snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “that’s what you think” but Harriet didn’t question it because she was nowhere near drunk enough for that conversation. 

“Now. Do you have any ideas or not?”

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“How the hell are we supposed to hide a whole ass tree from the entire crew?” Harriet asked, taking in the tree Sammy had apparently chopped down with her eyes. 

It wasn’t a pine tree. 

Not like the ones on tv anyway. 

Nothing on the Isle was anything like it was on Auradon TV. 

The tree was long, skinny, and battered with sparse, discolored leaves that were just barely hanging on and looked like it had been dying long before Sammy or her was born—which, since it had been growing on the isle, it probably had been. But still, it would be heavy and if it was just going to be the two of them carrying it then it would be hard to sneak it onto the ship without anyone noticing. 

“By carrying it in when everyone is out.” Sammy said blankly, as if it was obvious—shaking a can of green spray paint before he started spraying the tree. “Now. Keep an eye out so we don't get jumped.”

Harriet bristled slightly. “How, exactly? Someone's always on the ship. Nikita, Raymonda, Na’vi, Nova, Henry, and Anais live on the ship, and it's a coin toss on whether your brothers or any of the crew’s siblings and cousins will be on the ship or not. Not to mention our actual crew and don't even get me started on the youngin’s in Harry's crew.”

It felt like the ship was never empty these days. 

“Which is why I called in a favor Homicide, Kai, Ula, and Uziel owe me and got them to agree to distract everyone for a couple of hours starting at exactly 6:00 O’Clock.”

Harriet raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “And why exactly do three of my cousins owe you a favor?”

Sammy let out a long suffering sigh before giving her an unimpressed look. “Do you really want to know or do you want results? I can only give either or. Not both.”

“Just shut up and paint the damn tree.” 

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Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

That's what Harriet had to do. 

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

Grin and bear it.

GRIN AND BEAR IT. 

‘It was for the kids and for the crew,’ Harriet reminded herself, grunting as she backed up the gangplank with the top half of the tree gripped firmly in her hands. Trying her hardest to keep a decent grip on it knowing that it was likely to break into pieces if the damned thing was dropped—it would be the luck of an isle kid, after all. 

It was for the kids and the crew, and Harriet was not going to quit until the stupid tree was hidden somewhere in the ship and decorated so nicely that all of her friends would weep in delight from the sight. Achy back and creaky neck be damned.

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The tears the crew of the Queen's Fury and the children would be crying would not be tears of joy. 

Of that, Harriet was sure, as she looked at the newly decorated Christmas tree with a barely disguised grimace. 

Sammy had managed to dig up three Christmas bubbles (two of which were broken) and some flickering fairy lights in the barrage but that hadn't been enough to fill the tree. 

So they'd had to take some…. creative…liberties. Like tapping a couple of lanterns to a couple of the branches and breaking into Madam Medusa, Eq, & Cruella’s jewelry boxes for the best earrings the isle had to offer to hook onto the tree next to shiny bottle cups, broken glass bottles, and fish bones. 

They'd thrown one of Harriet's old hats on the top as a tree topper and used a moldy bite ridden rope as garland. 

It looked more like a crime scene than a Christmas Tree and joy was the farthest thing from what the pirate captain felt when she looked at it. 

And Harriet could just tell by the look on Sammy's face that he hated how it looked too, no matter how much he tried to claim otherwise. 

Christmas was going to be a disaster.

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“What are you lot doing here?” Harriet asked with an exhausted stare, too tired to speak above her ‘inside’ voice. 

Homicide (Morgie's eldest son) shrugged, a big red sack draped over his shoulder.

Behind him were Kai (Morgana of the sea’s daughter) and Ula & Uziel (the son and daughter of Uliana), all three with big red sacks of their own as they walked up the gangplank.

“We owed Sammy a few favors.”

The raven haired girl just let out a long suffering sigh, deciding that she just didn't want to know why that was at this point. Harriet wasn't scared to ask, per say (lie), but she figured that this whole thing was likely something she would need deniability on. 

Even if she'd end up stuck dealing with the fall out regardless.

“That doesn't really answer the question but come aboard, I guess.”

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Presents and enough food that they could have a feast. 

That's what Harriet’s cousins had brought on Sammy's behalf.

“You crazy son of a bitch, what do you have on them?” Harriet’s eyes didn't stray from the pile of presents tha nearly filled the storage room they'd hidden the tree and food in. 

Christmas was in the morning. 

Sammy definitely had to be blackmailing them. 

The blonde didn't even deny it, not looking away from the (mostly canned) food he was looking over. “You don't want to know.”

“Sometimes, Sammy, you scare me.”

“Not enough to keep you sober, apparently.”

Harriet snorted. “No one scares me enough to keep me sober.”

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The next day the pirates of the Queen’s Fury and the Lost Revenge came together and feasted on badly made Christmas cookies, crepes, slightly used candy, rum, slightly out of date eggnog, and much more.

They danced, they sang sea shanties, they told stories, and they laughed when the roughhousing broke out. 

Nobody had cared what the tree looked like and Diego had even laughed when he recognized some of the earrings on the tree as his aunt’s. 

It was a good night.

Harriet would even call it a merry one. 

It was the best (and even only, for some of them) Christmas any of them had ever had.