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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P7

Harry looked, and felt, so out of place. He turned in the boy's locker room mirror, scowling at himself. Bright blue and yellow were not his colors, and the fabric for the uniform was weird too, it was clearly designed with full mobility in mind while using breathable fabric to maximize comfort. Harry pulled at the two yellow hoodie strings that were far longer than they needed to be, wondering why they were even there?

As far as he knew, fencing usually had full body armor, not a peek of skin to be shown, so why did fencing parkour have hoodies with no sleeves and pants that were loose enough to hike above his knees? “Auradon’s fuckin’ weird,” Harry grumbled, grabbing his fencing gloves and helmet, collecting his sword at the amphitheater entrance, and putting his gloves on; nodding as Fergus came over and greeted him with a grin and a hand on his shoulder.

“Ye ready? There's only a spot open sae ye gotta gie it yer best, or at least; better than lae ay them,” Fergus gestured to the other guys who were trying out for the open spot on the team, there were about 7 total, including Harry. According to the rule book Harry had been given by FG, there were eight main players plus their captain; nine members overall. And currently, the team was down a man thanks to one of their players moving away.

“Aye, that should be easy,” Harry chuckled, spying Gil, Jane, Jay, and Carlos on the 2nd floor. Gil and Jane waving enthusiastically, he grinned back and turned back to Fergus “Who do I need ta impress?”

Fergus pointed across the room, and Harry noticed the captain standing on one of the parkour blocks, wearing a black and yellow uniform instead of blue and yellow, a clipboard in hand with their sword balancing on their leg. Harry’s jaw dropped-realizing who the captain was. “(y/n)?” Harry gasped, his jaw dropping open. Fergus laughed, hand on his stomach as you looked over your shoulder at Harry, grinning at him. "She’s tha' captain?”

Fergus nodded, adjusting his gloves and grabbing his sword-making sure the protective tip was on. “Aye, she's bin teh keptin fur abit a month an' a half now-beat Chad out ay th' captains position.” Harry nodded, recalling one of the rules that if one challenged the captain and won-with approval from the coach-they would become the new captain.

You blew the whistle around your neck, gaining the attention of your team and the new guys. “Okay! We’ll have two matches. The seven of you will have a match against each other, and the last two standing will be going against the eight of us, if you can last-you’re in. That is-if you impress me, fail to do so, and I’ll simply have to hold another session,” you said sternly, reminding Harry of Uma. He licked his lips, lifting the fencing helmet to sit at the back of his head as you instructed the 7 of them into 2 lines, three on each side and one at the end.

“If your sword gets knocked out of the ring, you’re out! If you are tagged on your torso, aka the vital area, you’re out! If you’re knocked out of the ring, out!” Harry glanced around-seeing a thin but bright yellow oval surrounding the area-once you stepped out-you were out. So it was like normal fencing but-way more complicated and included parkour. “If I see any foul play, out! Remember-while these swords have protective tips-their blades are still very real-play safe and play nice. Ressembler!”

Harry took a moment, but figured that was the command to stand straight, sword and balance hand out straight-since that’s what everyone else did. He took a deep breath, eyes on you. You looked back, smirking at him and he felt a flutter go through his gut; he forced himself to look back at his opponent, giving him a sharp smirk as he stared back-clearly afraid of Harry as he swallowed harshly-averting his eyes. “Salute!” Harry lifted the sword so the blade faced the ceiling-his eyes not leaving his opponent. “lower the point-masks down!”

Harry drew the blade down and shifted his mask in place, his vision barely obscured through the thin mesh. He smirked; he had this in the bag. Since he was a kid-he had been trained in many forms of combat-from fencing to hand to hand. His father wasn’t a captain in the royal armada for nothing after all.

“En garde!” Harry got into position; his hand carefully balanced behind him with his sword in guard position. Everyone held their breath, the onlookers chattering amongst themselves as the 7 competitors stared at each other. “Begin!”

And just like that-everything moved in a flash, Harry quickly and easily parried the swing from the opponent in front of him-and in three quick strikes-he had taken their blade and tossed it aside out of the ring. “Colby-out!” Harry grinned from beneath his helmet, leaning backward from a swing and using his free hand to cartwheel with it, landing on his feet and blocking another swing, and pushing his new opponent back with such strength that they stumbled and fell out of the ring-taking off their helmet to stare at him in frightened awe.

Harry spun on his knees and dodged another blade by rolling under it, flipping up and striking their back-if this had been a real battle-they would’ve been dead. You agreed, calling them out. Now there were only four competitors left-Harry being one of them.

Harry flipped over the blocks as the three others clashed with each other-two smacking right into each other and falling to the ground in their confusion-leaving just Harry and the other competitor by default.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Harry chuckled, removing his helmet and cackling at the two who had smacked their heads hard enough to disorientate themselves-even with their protective gear-and were disqualified from the match.

“….Well that’s that,” you muttered, staring down at the two doofuses who had head bumped themselves out of the match, the two looking sheepish as they joined their fellow disqualified competitors. “all right, take five-get some water, then the final match begins. I want your best foot forward you two.” you guested to Harry and the other guy, both nodding.

Harry froze as the other took off their helmet-revealing the Pan kid that had been in his history class the day before and missing from his class today. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you and Gil tense up-Gil already preparing to jump over the ledge and tackle Harry. “Hook, right?” the Pan kid asked, their vivid green eyes on Harry. Harry swallowed, that familiar itch burrowing into the back of his head. Pan beamed, their eyes lighting up. “Wicked,”

Wait what?

“What?” Harry voiced his thoughts, blinking wildly as Pan held out their hand with a grin. “I-you?” Pan laughed, not unkindly. “What? you thought I was gonna pick on ya? Nah-I ain’t my dad. I’m Tara.” Harry stared at Tara for a long moment, then slowly took their hand, that itch at the back of his head dissipating.

You and Gil relaxed, your shoulders dropping as you let out a sigh of relief. Tara was a bit of a trouble maker but you were glad they could see that messing with Harry wasn’t the brightest idea. Harry licked his lips-taking his hand back as Tara smiled at him. “I expected ye ta be…” Harry paused, wondering how to word his sentence.

Tara’s smile just turned sad. “Like my dad? Yeah, I get that. While your dad def ain’t a good person,” Harry snorted-that was an understatement, “my dad really did set off the whole thing, I mean-he cut off your dad's hand?! Who wouldn’t want revenge?” Harry laughed loudly at that, nodding.

“Aye,” Harry muttered, his eyes drifting to his left wrist-where a long-healed scar sat beneath a tightly wrapped bandage. The two Neverland kids turned at the sound of your whistle, and Tara patted Harry on the shoulder. “Good luck! I have a feeling you’re gettin’ that spot.” Harry nodded back, sliding his helmet back on and taking a spot at the end of the two lines as you directed.

“Same rules as the match before, play nice play safe.” You said loudly, jumping down from the block and grabbing your helmet, taking your place at the end. “Ressembler! Salute! Lower the point, masks down! En garde...Begin!”

Metal rang loudly within the theater-the onlookers gasping as Harry and Tara went toe to toe with the members of the Roar team. Harry was face to face with Chad Charming-the blonde directly going for the vk with powerful and dedicated strikes. But he never landed a hit-Harry had practically been trained in this sport since he was a kid-used to moving about in unpredictable and uneven terrain-using it to his advantage and adapting techniques on the fly.

Harry spun on his heel-his blade whipping around his back and blocking several strikes from Chad, backflipping over a swing from Chad and landing on a block-he flipped off again, catching Chad’s blade mid-air and pushing him back; chuckling as Chad lost his balance and flipped over the block-his sword flying off in another direction.

A whistle blew-coach. “Chad-out!” Harry could feel the seething glare as Chad scrambled to get out of the battle field-watching as Harry whirled around and blocked another blade. Harry recognized this one as Ben, who laughed from behind his helmet and the two went toe to toe for a moment, Harry switched hands at one point as they moved about, and that stumped Ben long enough for Harry to knock his sword out of his hand, strike his chest, and push him out the ring.

“Ben, out! Aziz, out!”

Harry turned again, ducking under the swing of a blade and rolling away, turning and parrying the next blow away and then trapping the blade to the floor, hearing a familiar cackle come from the helmet. Harry blew a kiss and Fergus did it back, laughing as Harry kicked up and away-Fergus able to catch himself before he tumbled over a black and landed on his feet.

Harry was faced with two opponents-both seeming to agree to get him out together. Harry just grinned-two vs one? Too easy. Harry swiped at them to make them jump back and then used a block to flip over their heads-striking their backs with two quick slashes. They groaned-knowing they were beaten and hurried out the ring, taking their helmets off to watch the rest of the team compete against each other, Tara, and Harry.

Harry was the prime target for most of the team-but, not one person had landed a scratch on him, he seemed to be always one step ahead-his mind constantly running and keeping him sharp. “Has he always been that good?” Harry heard Jane ask Gil, Jay responding for him.

“Yeah, since we were kids, the Hook kids have always been some of the best duelists on the isle, if there’s one blade you don’t wanna get on the wrong side of-its Hook, even drunk he’s a damn good swordsman.” Jane made a concerned noise at the mention of Hook being drunk but turned back to the battle, gasping as Harry twisted under and through several swinging blades-hopping to his feet and blocking a blade from hitting his back, swinging his sword back around and smacking another blade away from his front.

Harry spun the sword in his hand, turning it in an arch and spinning down into a crouch, knocking several blades away and two ended up out of the ring. The whistle blew; “Tara, out! Herkie, out!”

Soon enough, it was just Harry, Fergus, and you left-all breathing heavily and staring each other down. Harry jumped back as Fergus jumped at you, quickly planting his feet and engaging in a quick battle-it was over before Harry could blink; you cartwheeled back, spun down-slid your blade into the gap between Fergus’ guard and handle-pulled it out of his hand-caught it, spun on your heel and kicked him in the gut-sending Fergus off his feet and the prince landed on his back-laughing all the while.

“Fergus, out! Last players standing, captain (y/n) and Harry Hook!”

Harry stared you down, the two of you circling each other as everyone stared with bated breath. He could feel the smirk behind your helmet and you tossed away the sword you stole from Fergus, rolling your shoulders as Harry cracked his neck. Oh, this was going to be fun.

You were the first to strike-stepping forward and Harry’s blade met yours-the sound of metal ringing in Harry’s ear. Three quick steps back-five forward-Harry swung at you twice and you took another step back, smirking from beneath your helmet.

A pause and Harry giggled-this time was taking the first strike and pushing you back, and Harry felt like he was fighting against one of the isle pirates again; immense skill hidden beneath fabrics of yellow and blue. Harry aimed for your lower torso but you easily maneuvered his blade away-leaning away from him slightly as Harry drew back, blade up and ready to strike or defend.

“You know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that, excellent form.” you chuckled, and Harry snorted back, the two of you still circling each other. “But how's your footwork? If I step here-“You moved to the right-your blades clashing as Harry quickly stepped to the left-one two three four-your blades met in the air-a pause. “Very good-and now I step again,” you went left this time-Harry following you forward and the two of you switched spots-Harry’s back now to the coach while yours faced the team.

“Holy shit,” someone muttered into the sudden silence. The team watched in awe-because since your arrival, not one person had lasted this long or shown such skill. “Think Harry might beat her?” another asked, and Harry huffed, keeping his eyes on you. “Maybe? He’s really good, but they’re both just playing-this is just-training to them-I never wanna see them go full out if it means they’re this scary just practicing.”

Harry grinned beneath his mask-and then he stepped forward-your blade meeting him in the quick strikes he threw at you. One, two, three, four-swipe, parry, dodge, flip, roll, swipe-five, six, seven, eight-parry, block, spin, block, swipe, block twice, roll, block again, parry.

Everyone was practically hanging off the edge of their seats(if they were in one) as you sparred, moving about the ring-over and around blocks-your blades clashing every other second. Some started chanting his name, calling for him to take down the queen from her throne-he guessed that meant you.

Swing-one, two, three, four, five-parry, flip, crouch, spin-six, seven, eight nine- flip, block, pause. One, two, three, parry, swing, block, parry-four, five, six; there was a sword at his neck. His blade clattered to the ground as you continued to push forward till he was on the floor, blade at his neck with you standing above him.

The silent amphitheater burst into applause as Harry stared at you, his face warm and chest rising rapidly as you took off your helmet and grinned down at him-your eyes as bright as the florescent lights that bathed you in a light that made you look like a fairy. “Good job! You’re definitely roar material,” you said, out of breath as Harry continued to stare up at you. You held out your free hand, Harry took it and took off his helmet as you pulled him up, grabbing his shoulder when he was on his feet. “Welcome to the team Harry, honored to have you.”

Harry let out a huff, still staring at you as the team came over and congratulated him-asking him about his training and who had been his teacher-since they hadn’t even seen someone put up a fight like that since you came to Auradon and took down Chad! And you hadn’t even fought like that back then!

Harry didn’t answer, his eyes still on you as Gil and Jane came down to congratulate him. you turned, smiling when you locked eyes. He couldn’t help but smile back, the feeling-that was slowly becoming familiar-of butterflies flooding his gut and chest. Harry cleared his throat-turning to Gil with a grin, not seeing the look on Jane's face as she glanced between you and Harry-Fergus raised his brows with a smirk when Jane looked at him.

The rest of the week went by quickly, math was getting easier-chemistry was a blast now, Harry had ended up making some sort of pasta dish for Merryweather for the weeks end assignment and he ended up acing the end-of-week quiz for history. As for remedial goodness, he might've fucked around a bit and got a D on his quiz, smirking as FG clicked her tongue at his answers.

All too soon-it was Saturday night, and Harry hadn’t been able to get you to take him and Gil to steal the wand. He had asked, and you did say yes….but-

“I would, believe me, buuuut” you chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head as you stopped taking a bite of your lunch and turned to glance back at Ben “I’ve been banned from stealing the wand-at least until after the coronation, something about security.” You gave him and Gil an apologetic grin. Harry narrowed his eyes, but…wasn’t stealing the wand already banned? Harry voiced his thoughts “Ain’t ye technically already banned from stealing the wand? Aren’t we all?”

You shrugged, nodding. He wasn’t wrong. “yeah? But I’ve been officially banned,” you chuckled, giving him another apologetic smile. “so yeah, would, but can't. Sorry.” Harry just nodded, picking at his nail. He had failed to get you to take him to the wand, now he had to go along with Mal’s plan.

Love spelling you.

Fuck.

Mal looked up as Harry stepped into the kitchen, the two staring each other down for a long moment before Harry sighed, rubbing his face. “She can’t take us ta steal the wand,” Harry grumbled, pinching his nose as Mal slowly nodded. “as per our deal, we’ll go with yer stupid plan,” Harry grumbled, clicking his jaw as Mal nodded again, a smug smirk hidden behind her shoulder as she turned to grab a tray to bake the cookies on.

If she gloated-he was going to break her damn nose.

“We’ll do it before the game tomorrow,” Mal said, scooping the cookie dough onto the tray, the oven beeping to say it was ready. “Right after the pep rally, that way we’re all at the school at the same time,” Harry slowly nodded, sniffing as he looked down at the cookies.

“Did ye put those walnuts in em?” Harry asked, pointing down at the cookies. Mal nodded, continuing to scoop out the dough. “The lass won't eat it, she hates walnuts.” Mal paused, slowly closing her eyes before looking up at him, her lips pressed together in frustration.

“And you didn’t think to tell me this before I made the batch?” Mal hissed, and Harry just laughed. “I didn’t know till yesterday when Jane offered ‘er chocolate covered walnuts-acted like they were Brussel sprouts.” Harry smiled at the memory, and Mal stared at him.

She blinked, sighing and picking two cookie rounds out and spreading them, glad she had used mostly whole walnuts instead of crushed ones. “There,” Mal muttered-taking out the walnuts and rolling up the dough again. “walnut free.”

Harry licked his lips, damn-he was hoping he found a loophole for you. He eventually sighed, turning and going back to his room. ignoring Mal when she asked him where he was going.

Harry got dressed for bed-his eyes catching onto his golden shell bracelet. he stared at it for a long moment, pressing his lips together. “For Uma,” he whispered-he could do this, he had to. For Uma, for his sisters. For the isle.

He slid into bed, now catching his Roar uniform in his laundry hamper, he stared for a long moment then turned over-covering his head with his blanket as Gil walked in from a last-minute tourney meeting; pausing when he saw Harry in bed-the covers over his head.

Gil stared for a moment, then got dressed for bed. “Goodnight Harry,” Gil whispered and Harry just hummed, his eyes locked onto the shell bracelet. “For Uma,” he whispered to himself, bringing his wrist to his forehead and pressing it against his skin. “for Uma.”

Pep rallies fucking sucked. An hour spent in a sweaty brightly lit gym with everyone screaming and being so damn loud over a fucking sports team.

The only reason he went along was to support Gil, and that was it. Harry easily decided Pep rallies were just; overstimulation the event-too bright, too loud, so many things happening at once, being squished between too many people.

It was just-ugh-never again. He said as such and Gil laughed, saying that Harry never had to go to another pep rally again if he didn’t want to-but thanked him for coming anyway. Harry just pouted and followed Gil out to the lockers, and for some reason-everyone was there, just-hanging out. Harry didn’t care to ask why.

As they turned the corner-Harry spotted you and Jane at Gil’s locker-Jane writing on a light blue piece of paper-biting her lip and her ears pink as (y/n) guided her through-whatever it was. Harry shushed Gil, stepping close enough to hear them. “So-maybe a little heart-no no, too much,” Jane muttered, tapping the pen against her lip as she went deep into thought.

You laughed gently, patting her back. Harry realized Jane was wearing that new outfit Evie had made for her-her hair down her back with her bangs styled and accented with a blue headband. “Jane, you’re overthinkin’ it! Just write, I think you’re really cute and nice, would you like to go on a date? I mean it’s Gil, guys a softie.”

Gil smiled from behind Harry, not yet catching up to the situation at hand while Harry was holding back a laugh. Oh~ so the little fairy liked Gil? how cute~! He knew of course-she was always staring at Gil and blushed whenever he talked to her.

Jane just huffed at your suggestion and scribbled something on the paper-folding it into a little heart and sliding it into Gil’s locker-squeaking and running off after she did so. You laughed, turning to catch her over the railing as she covered her red face. “Good job Janey~ now we wait,”

Harry took that as their cue and walked out from the hall, keeping a casual walk as he and Gil went to his locker-Gil did have to pick up something from there anyway-something about a game plan.

Gil opened his locker-Harry could hear Jane squeak and from the corner of his eye he saw you grab her shoulder to keep her from running-the other girls around her encouraging her. Gil caught the note from Jane as it flew out, tilting his head at it. “what’s this?” Gil muttered, unfolding the paper. Harry surpassed the urge to facepalm. He and Gil had watched Jane write on and fold that little paper Gil was holding now.

He loved the guy but damn was Gil daft sometimes.

…well that was new, he never even thought of the word ‘love’ when referring to anyone-except maybe his sisters, he knew he loved them. But to stay that about Gil was a new thing.

Must be the Auradon air.

Harry rested his chin on Gil’s shoulder, reading the note from Jane. A grin grew on his face and he plucked the note from Gil; knowing that even after Jane spelled it out for him(literally) Gil would take a week to understand what Jane was asking. “looks like the wee-fairy has a crush on ye Gilly~ how cute!” and it was, really.

Gil slowly turned pink as he processed Harry’s teasing-snatching the note back and reading it over and over again. “Jane likes me? As in fairy godmother Jane?” Gil asked quietly and Harry nodded, leaning on his locker that sat next to Gil’s “What other Jane is there Gil?” Harry chuckled as a smile grew on Gil’s face, turning to look for Jane.

He spotted her below the balcony, your hand in hers for emotional support as she turned bright red and tried to run-a few other girls stopping her and pushing her towards Gil-giggling as Gil jumped down the stairs and held out the note to her, grinning softly as he asked her if she meant it.

Jane-bright red-nodded, her hands to her chest as Gil’s soft grin turned huge, his whole face brightening. He had always thought Jane was very nice and pretty, and he really liked seeing her smile and laugh.

You slowly backed away as the two talked, bumping into the locker next to Harry as he chuckled at Gil and Jane. “a golden retriever and a bluebird, who would’ve thought?” you joked and Harry’s laugh got louder, but he quickly quieted down as Jane glanced at him. “aye,” Harry hummed, hands in his pocket as he turned to look at you, his eyes locking with yours.

He swallowed as those now familiar butterflies flooded his gut; he forced them down-knowing what was going to happen soon. “They’ll be cute, eh?” Harry said instead, nodding at Gil and Jane. You nodded, crossing your arms as you mirrored his stance. “yeah, she really likes him,” you said quietly, not wanting to embarrass Jane as she and Gil continued to talk-the bright red turning to pink as she nodded at something Gil said. “kept asking if he would like something she did-like her hair or the outfit Evie made her.” Harry hummed slowly with nod-his eyes finding Mal as she stopped at her locker, Jay, Evie, and Carlos behind her.

She was looking behind him though, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Ben, who was watching Gil and Jane with a beaming smile-clearly happy to see the two interacting. Harry heard Jay ask Mal if she was sure about this and Harry perked up, listening in as Jay nodded to the school grounds and said it wasn’t so bad here.

Harry was inclined to agree-but he couldn't let Uma or his sisters down. He swallowed harshly, looking back down at you as you watched Jane and Gil exchange phone numbers, Jane grinning up at you as Gil bounded up the steps-beaming brightly at Harry. “We’re gonna go on a date after the game,” Gil said with a giddy smile and Harry nodded, patting Gil’s back.

“atta boy,” Harry muttered, watching as Jay broke away from Mal and flirted with a group of girls, their hair all spelled by Mal. Harry blinked as you shoved off the locker and went over to Ben, talking quietly. He turned, watching the two of you out of the corner of his eye as he tuned out everything else.

“So how’s the Audrey thing going?” Ben shrugged at your question, grabbing the same folder that Gil had grabbed earlier and sliding it under his arm. “okay, I guess, she won't look at me still, but it’s understandable, I did end a three-year relationship with some flowers and chocolate.”

Ben broke up with the princess? This was news to him. You just hummed, leaning against the locker next to Ben. “Yeah, she came into my room all broken up about it, I think I helped though.“ Ben nodded slowly, glancing around before leaning down to whisper something to you. Harry strained to hear but he maybe only got a syllable or two before you were nodding.

“Sure, just keep it on the down low-you just broke up with Audrey, be weird for you ask out another girl only a week after you got out of a relationship.” Ben laughed, seemingly agreeing. “Yeah-imagine if I broke out in song and dance to ask out Mal after the game, that would be ridiculous.” You snorted, covering your mouth as you bent over in your laughter. “(y/n)? you okay?”

You just nodded, wheezing as Harry’s jaw dropped. Beasty wanted to ask out Mal? Shit maybe they wouldn’t need those stupid cookies after all.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved off Ben’s concern, regaining your breath and shaking your head. “just-that’ll be really damn funny later-I’ll tell you after, anyways-“ Ben interrupted you with a hand on your shoulder, a teasing grin on his face. “Remember our deal?”

You frowned at Ben, shaking your head. “if I make a move, you have to too?” you just huffed, pouting a bit as you smacked Ben’s hand off your shoulder. “I never agreed to that-besides, like I said, he’s got a girl back home-I ain’t stepping on her toes.” Ben just smiled with a shake of his head, wheezing as you kicked his ankle. “Shuttt the fuck up beasty boy, and go plan your proposal to the pixie.” With that you turned away from Ben and Harry rushed to look away, making it seem like he was paying attention to his phone instead of your conversation.

‘If I make a move, you have to too’ Did you like someone? Now Harry just felt even worse about spelling you, but maybe if he got the chance to tell Mal Ben was already planning on asking her out-she might abandon this stupid part of the plan.

Honestly he rather just ask you out straight up instead of making you love him, because honestly-you were damn good-looking and his type. Harry felt heat gather in his cheeks at the thought, it was getting harder to deny the growing….feelings he had for you. The butterflies, the way he always seemed to smile when you did, the warmth in his chest every time he saw you-that only expanded when he saw you had a cinnamon roll for him(no he still couldn’t say the damn word), the way his eyes were always drawn to you whenever you entered a room, how your voice reached his ears before anyone else.

He nearly hated himself for it, because all those feelings he felt for you-were ones he felt for Uma. Uma was his ride or die, his best friend since childhood-his first love, he had never told her about his feelings(it was the isle, love was death there), and he had planned to keep them close to his chest-to never tell her as long as they were under the threat of their parents.

He didn’t know how he felt about those feelings, he felt like he was betraying Uma by simply being around you-and yet….fuck you felt…right, like you were made to be by his side. You got along with Gil, you knew how his stupid brain worked, you made him feel…he didn’t even know.

It just felt unfair to himself and Uma to see someone in that light, he knew he had a right to his own heart and feelings but. Fuck.

Harry was thrown out of his thoughts when something was pressed to his chest, he scrambled to catch the plastic baggie Mal had shoved into his hands, glaring at her as she pointed over to you-who was now talking to Jane. “Now,” Mal hissed, her gloomy expression turning bright as she teasingly called out to Ben-leaving Harry no time to tell her Ben’s plan. “Hey, Benny boo~!”

Ben turned to Mal with a smile, while Harry took a deep breath-shared a look with Gil-and walked up to you. “Hi,” Harry said, clearing his throat to get rid of the nervous crack. You turned to him-not noticing the grin from Jane as she went off to sit with a few other girls, most of them having left due to the game being in an hour-wanting to get dressed in the Auradon yellow and blues. “Hey,” you hummed, looking down at the cookie in the plastic bag as he lifted it up.

“Mal made cookies, ye want any?” he didn’t mention how there were only two cookies in the baggie. You just snorted, smirking at him with narrowed eyes. “Mal? Made cookies? And-wants to share them?” you asked, as if it was a joke. Harry laughed, his strained smile turning easy-you were easy to talk to. “Aye, couldn’t believe me eyes when I watched ‘er make em-but she didn’t put anythin’ odd in em…except maybe walnuts,” There we go-tell you the cookies had walnuts in em (even though they didn’t anymore) and you would decline-mission failed and Mal couldn’t get pissy at him for it.

You made a face at the mention of walnuts and Harry laughed again, shaking his head. “She took em out of yer cookies but, walnuts have a tendency ta stick around,” Harry mumbled, not realizing he told you these two cookies he had-didn’t have walnuts. You just made another face-taking the bag from him and examining the cookies.

From behind the two of you, Ben took a cookie from Mal as she guilt-tripped him into it, a proud grin on his face as Mal smirked and looked over her shoulder at her friends-Gil just watching you and Harry.

“So, Mal made these two cookies-for me? Specifically?” you asked, opening the bag and taking a cookie out, flipping it between your hands. Harry nodded, swallowing harshly as you glanced at Mal behind his shoulder-then looked back at him. “I guess? She was in a sharin’ mood an’ I told ‘er ye didn’t like walnuts so she made a few special fer ye,” Harry muttered-technically telling the truth but not revealing the properties of the cookies.

You hummed, breaking the cookie in half and tilting your head at it-before deciding it was safe and taking a bite. Harry stared down at you, Mal watching from over her shoulder as she stopped Ben from singing her name. “yeah-definitely still taste the walnuts.” You muttered, pouting down at the cookie. “They’re still good, just-very much have that wax and water taste.” You swallowed the bite-looking up at Harry at the same time.

Your eyes flashed pink and Harry bit the inside of his lip. Fuck. From how Ben acted-from what Harry could hear while distracted by you-you would start acting all lovey dovey-almost drunk like he supposed-and then you would start singing his name like Ben was Mal’s.

But you didn’t-you just slipped the cookie back into the bag-tossed your bitten piece into the trash-and handed the bag back to Harry. “Next time? No walnuts-that shits gross,” you chuckled, smiling up at him. Harry blinked-but-wait? Shouldn’t it? But your eyes? You checked your phone, clicking your tongue. “I gotta go, Ben asked me to wear Auradon colors for the big game, so-see ya Harry!”

With that-you were gone, and Harry was dumbfounded.

What in the fuck just happened?!

“That makes no sense! It should’ve worked-it’s a perfect love spell-it worked on Ben-which means it should’ve worked on (y/n)!” Mal ranted as she flipped through her spell book; Harry sat across from Evie as she finished off a new shirt for Mal. The other boys were at the field-getting ready for the game. Harry sighed, rubbing his face.

Your eyes flashed pink, Mal said that was a sign of the potion taking effect, so it must’ve worked-but then why did you go on as if you didn’t eat a spelled cookie? “Didn’t the book have notes on the love spell failing to work?” Evie said, standing and tapping the edge of the leather-bound book-Mal huffing as she flipped back to the love spell. “I thought it did anyway, swear It.”

Mal just tapped the page, nodding. “yeah, you’re right, must’ve missed it the first time; there are circumstances where the love potion will not work. you will know If the eyes do not flash pink; the spelled is aromantic, the spelled is immune to magic,” Harry snorted, along with Mal and Evie-no shot, no one was immune to magic-it must’ve been one of the other options. Because there was no way you were immune to the spell. “or the spelled is already in love with the user…”

Harry Hook. Error 102.

“I’m sorry?” Harry nearly screeched, snatching the book from Mal and re-reading the notes. No-uhuh-no way-you didn’t-you hadn’t even known him for a week?! There was no way. “She-she must be aro then because…fuck.” Harry grumbled, tossing the book back to Mal as she huffed.

“All right then-she’s either immune to magic-which no one is-or she’s aro-which also means-oh shit wait hold on,” Mal tapped the book again, Harry and Evie leaning over her shoulders to look at the note. “The love spell might also not seem to work, which is when the spelled has strong feelings for the user and therefore-the spell doesn’t change any feelings-but simply intensifies them. So-she might just like you a lot and so that’s why the spell worked-but doesn’t seem like it?” Mal muttered, tapping her finger over her mouth as Harry groaned, walking around the room.

So you were either Aromatic, immune to magic, or already liked him enough to where the spell didn’t seem to take effect. But your eyes flashed! So that meant it did work, so…shit-you liked him-he was the one Ben was talking to you about-the one Ben told you to make a move on.

Shit-shit shit shit. Harry sighed again, rubbing his face. That meant you knew about Uma too, ‘he has a girl back home’, that meant you knew Harry liked someone-Uma-and didn’t want to make a move in case Harry didn’t like you back.

Harry ignored the flurry of warmth and butterflies in his chest.

“Well then, that settles it-we go on with the plan,” Mal said-and Harry realized she had been talking and he had been ignoring her-which was normal. “We don’t even know if it actually worked?” Harry screeched and Mal huffed, glaring at him-tapping the book.

“It did! Her eyes flashed, right?” Harry nodded “Then it worked! If it hadn’t-her eyes wouldn’t have flashed-Ben’s eyes flashed-it clearly worked on him!? So-we just-go with the flow for (y/n), just-ask her out at some point! Become her boyfriend so we can get that wand-and then! If you want-we can de-spell her and move on with conquering the world~”

Mal cheered, snapping the book shut and making her way out of the room. “Now let’s go, the game starts soon.” Harry let out a long sigh, pressing his hands to his face. Gods, he was going to break Mal’s fucking nose.

The field was loud-47 seconds left on the clock and the teams were tied as both schools cheered for their respective teams. Gil, Jay, and Carlos had yet to play-something about keeping them fresh until the last minute(literally it seemed). Harry stood between you and Lonnie; his arms crossed as he stared down at the field. Just in front of the bleachers-the cheerleaders jumped and encouraged the crowd to get even louder and Harry eventually sealed his hands over his ears. If Gil wasn’t playing he would not be here, he told himself this was for Gil and sighed, keeping his hands over his ears as the crowd cheered again.

A hand appeared in his vision; a pair of earplugs being handed to him. He nodded in thanks and you smiled back, showing off the pair you were wearing. Harry’s attention was brought back to the field as Jay stood with Carlos, Gil already running onto the field as two others ran to the benches-effectively switched out for the rest of the game.

Harry gave Gil a thumbs up as he turned back around-looking for Harry. Gil beamed, his grin getting wider as he heard Jane cheering for him and seeing you throw your fists into the air in support-Lonnie doing the same as she cheered. “Go Gil!” Lonnie screamed over the crowd, Gil sliding on his helmet and patting Ben on the back as he joined the huddle.

Soon, Carlos and Jay joined the team and Ben gave a quick rundown of the play. They split off and went into formation-Ben at the front with Carlos and Chad at his sides-Jay standing behind with Gil.

they break from their huddles, this is gonna be a big moment here….aaand the tip-off is ready!

The ref blew the whistle and the ball was in play. Jay dashed forward-knocking the ball into the knight's hands as he threw it to Ben. Carlos knocked over a member of the other team who was trying to rush Ben, laughing and doing a little dance in victory.

The crowd went wild, Harry holding his hands over his ears to get rid of the piercing noise of Lonnie as she shook him and Mal around in her excitement.

Nice little Block by Carlos, and he does a little dancing jig in the opponent’s face! And now Jay gets the ball back-here comes Jay! nice pass to Gil across the kill zone! Jay-hurdling maneuvers at midfield!

Jay flipped across the kill zone-making it to Gil who tossed it back to Jay-who threw it across to Ben. this went back and forth as they ran across the field-Chad and Carlos defended the three as the other team attempted to bulldoze them.

Big block by Chad! Prince Ben moves over wide-gives it back to Jay! He’s in the clear! Shot!

Jay attempted to score-only for the goalie to block it, Jay groaned, kicking the grass as Ben shook it off and guided his team back into formation.

23 seconds left you could cut the tension with a sword! The longball is played into Gil-Gil great jump, great leap! And a great move by Gil!

Harry cheered for Gil, remembering that exact move from Gil years before when he was helping Harry ‘play’ keep away with Jay, some sort of bronze lamp Jay had wanted to steal and so Harry stole it first.

Another player attempted to take the ball from Gil but Gil just ran through them-Chad stumbling over himself-not expecting Gil to just bulldoze the other guy so easily.

Impressive push by Gil! Gil-dishes off to Jay-Jay dishes off to prince Ben! and then Carlos with a big block-he goes down! Jay thought the kill zone picks up Carlos-oh he’s being hammered by dragon fire!

Carlos held up his shield-holding strong as he and Jay ran through the kill zone-being pelted by ‘dragon fire’. Soon they made it across and Ben passed the ball back to Jay-Carlos ran in front of him-holding his shield out and coping their positions from tryouts.

“Jay!” Carlos yelled, and Jay pelted the ball right at him-Carlos angling his shield up and sending the ball into the sky. “go up!” Carlos curled up like a turtle again and Jay leaped off his shield-catching the ball mid-air and passing it to Ben-who faked the goalie out and passed it to Gil-who scored!

And only seconds later-the timer ran out-it was 3-2, the fighting knights of Auradon City winning! The crowd went wild, Gil jumping into the air with his arms up as Ben laughed with him-the team tossing off their protective gear as they celebrated. Jay tossed his arms around Ben and Carlos’ necks, spinning the three of them around in victory before Ben pulled Gil into the mix-the four boys tumbling to the ground as they laughed.

Harry cheered-throwing his fists up as Gil pulled his helmet off and looked for him, beaming with pride. “I did it!” Gil said-but Harry couldn’t hear him from this far-just barely able to read Gil’s lips. Gil’s eyes turned to you and you cheered for him-giving him two thumbs up as Harry clapped. Gil just beamed-throwing his fists up in victory.

Your eyes drew to Ben and saw him practically booking it towards the announcer and you turned to Harry-excusing yourself. “I’ll be right back!” you said over the crowd, Harry stepping back to let you jump down the bleachers; beelining it to Audrey and grabbing her wrist.

“(y/n)? what the-“ Audrey screeched, yelping as you started to tug her off the field “What are you doing?” you just pointed back at Ben with your free hand as you tugged her away from the chaos that was about to go down. “Remember what I said about Ben doing something stupid? I’d rather you not experience it-”

“Give me an M!”

Audrey turned back at Ben’s voice, furrowing her brows as he continued to spell out Mal’s name and Audrey’s face crumbled, tucking into your side as you ran off the field and into the girls locker room, shushing her gently as she sobbed.

“It’s only been a week-not-not even-“ Audrey cried, her face in her hands as you crouched at her feet, rubbing her shoulders. “I know I know, this sucks-it really does” you muttered, letting out a grunt as Audrey slammed into you, sobbing into your shoulder. “like I said-he does a stupid thing-and that stupid thing was asking Mal out publicly at the fucking game. Im sorry I didn’t warn you properly,”

Audrey just cried, and you tugged her hair free of her ponytail, gently scratching her scalp as she hugged you so tight you might never breathe again. You just let her, pulling out your phone to text Chad.

‘Audrey’s sad-Girls locker room’

And you didn’t even wait two minutes before Chad was bursting in, breathing heavily as he took the scene in. “Audrey!” he gasped, pulling her out of your arms and giving her the biggest hug he could manage, Audrey burying herself in his arms. “What happened?! Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?!”

“Ben broke her heart only a week ago and then broke it again today asking Mal out-“ Chad turned red with anger, now furious he had danced with Ben to help him ask Mal out with that stupid song. “Oh he’s gonna get it,” Chad grumbled and you sighed.

“Remember, he’s the high prince-becoming king in two weeks-whatever you do-keep it on the down low.” you muttered, squeezing Audrey’s hand and giving her a smile before you left-heading back over to the tourney field-just as everything was wrapping up and the boys were being hoisted with the trophy in hand, Gil and Jay holding it with giant grins. Gil found you and pointed at the trophy-grinning as you whooped and clapped for him-giving him another thumbs up.

and there they are! Gil and Jay: the most valuable players! How do you like that!

You turned as Harry jumped down to join you on the floor, grinning as Gil gestured to the trophy again. “Well, I think I get sports now,” Harry joked, grinning as you cackled, your head tossing back with the action. “Believe me-this is the most interesting Tourney has been in a while, all thanks to the boys honestly-now-Roar. That’s a fascinating game,” you said with a snort, biting your lip with a smile as Harry snickered.

“Aye, swords and parkour-what’s better than tha’?” Harry said, laughing as Gil and Jay were soaked with some sort of blue drink, running as Gil spotted him and started booking it towards Harry. You laughed as they ran around-Harry protesting loudly since he was wearing a very nice customized denim jacket.

Uma watched blankly as her Gil and Mal’s Jay were celebrated by the tourney team. Being called the most valuable players.

It had been a whole week, and now there were her boys-one dressed in Auradon blues and yellows, and the other one standing next to a girl who kept smiling at him. She hardly recognized them, Gil looked so…happy-and Harry looked…he looked happy too.

It felt like they were slipping away. The only comfort were those golden shell bracelets on their wrists, and the dark style Harry was attached too-his hook on his belt loop. She hoped they would be coming back for her soon-she missed them.

She really missed them.

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tipsynight0 · 30 days ago

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The taste of love

Paring - eyeless jack x female reader

Word count - 800

synopsis - two year anniversaries are special, and (y/n) wants to make it memorable.

TRIGGER WARNING - cannibalism, body horror, gore, consumption of organs, mature themes you've been warned.

Authors note - aha what, no i totally haven’t posted almost everyday what are you talking about ahaha <3

Candles flickered gently, casting soft shadows on the red tablecloth, while the dimmed basement lights created an intimate, almost eerie atmosphere. Everything screamed romance—except for the hidden edge of something darker. It was their two-year anniversary, a moment (Y/N) had been planning for weeks, and it had to be perfect. Every detail mattered. She scanned the table, ensuring every plate, every candle, was in its place. Tonight, she had a gift for Jack that he would never see coming. A surprise crafted just for him.

Her eyes darted to the clock, nerves fluttering in her chest. A pang of hunger shot through her, sharp and unsettling, but that wasn’t the only pain she was feeling tonight. She adjusted her white long-sleeved top, feeling the tightness of her skinny jeans against her skin. Her hair was curled, light makeup accentuated her features, and though she knew she’d overdressed, she couldn’t help it. Jack deserved this night.

Finally, the door to the basement creaked open, and quiet footsteps descended the stairs. Jack’s hand brushed the wall as he reached the bottom, his senses heightened, inhaling the air thick with the scent of (Y/N)'s perfume.

“Y/N?” his voice rasped as he stepped forward, following the scent toward her.

"Happy anniversary," (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing soft kisses against his mask. Beneath it, she could feel his smile. He slowly lifted the mask, revealing just enough to kiss her back, his lips firm and hungry.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. His hands traveled down to her lower back, pulling her closer. She smiled, taking his hand and guiding him to the table.

“I put out some candles, plates, and I cooked your favorite,” she said softly, eyes flicking nervously over the setup.

Jack grinned as he removed his mask, setting it on the side table. "Yeah? You went out and harvested some kidneys for me?" he teased, taking a seat and watching her every move.

(Y/N) chuckled, a grin tugging at her lips. "How about you go first with your gift? Mine’s almost ready," she said, her voice soft with excitement.

Jack shifted in his seat, pulling out a small photo album and sliding it across the table. "It's stupid, but Jane and Nina said girls love this kind of stuff," he mumbled, looking sheepish.

(Y/N) opened the album and immediately smiled. Page after page of memories—grainy snapshots of their time together. The time they went camping and pushed Jack out onto the lake on an air mattress, her trying on his mask and posing for sexy photos. Each image was a piece of their strange but beautiful life together.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Jack’s eager grin remained as his attention shifted to the delicious smell wafting from the oven. The scent was rich, meaty, and unlike anything he’d experienced before.

"I’m not the best cook, but I followed a recipe," (Y/N) said nervously as she placed the plate before him, carefully presenting her creation.

Jack leaned in, sniffing the dish. It was kidney, no doubt. His gaze softened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “It means a lot that you went out, got it yourself, and even prepared it,” he murmured, kissing her hand softly.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Just eat it,” she urged, her breath hot against his skin.

Jack cut into the kidney, taking a slow, deliberate bite. The taste was rich, tender, the red wine sauce enhancing the savory flavors. "This is amazing," he mumbled, licking his lips. “So fresh, too.”

As he ate, his hand wandered to her waist, tracing along her stomach. (Y/N) flinched slightly as his fingers brushed over something unusual. Stitches.

Jack’s brow furrowed in confusion. He tugged up her shirt, revealing a series of carefully sewn stitches across her abdomen. His heart raced as he realized what he was seeing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with concern as his fingers traced the rough stitching. It was exactly where one of her kidneys should have been.

(Y/N)’s gaze met his, a soft smile on her lips despite the pain in her eyes. "You always said you wanted to taste me. Happy anniversary."

Jack's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of her gesture sinking in. She had given him a piece of herself—literally. For him, for their twisted love. His hand trembled as he pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin of her abdomen, right above the wound.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, knowing no gift could ever compare to what she had just given him

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cherienymphe · 2 years ago

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Basic Training V (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, MURDER, violence, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

Your own screams were what woke you up…or maybe it was Peter trying to get you to stop screaming. The light from the lamp flooded the room, and you frantically looked around, trying to remember where you were. The last thing you remembered seeing before you woke up was blood. It was everywhere and all over you, but it was gone, now, and you were in the room with Peter.

Your face was wet with tears, and Peter reached out to wipe them away while his other hand gently rubbed your arm. He was gently shushing you, pulling you close, and you were still so focused on the memories that haunted your sleep that you didn’t even care. His hand trailed to the back of your head as your forehead grazed his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” he whispered.

You weren’t okay.

“You’re safe…”

You weren’t though.

You were held captive in a house full of men living out their trad wife fantasy, one of which who wouldn’t hesitate to toss you down into the basement over the smallest of things. You were expected to be okay with everything happening, to just accept it and even smile in the face of it…like Jane. You thought about the way she’d smile at Thor, and you cried harder.

You didn’t want to be like Jane and find happiness here or some kind of contentment. You didn’t want to be in a place where you smiled at your captor and welcomed him with open arms. However…you didn’t want to be like Margaret either. You didn’t want to be fucked for all to see as some kind of punishment, and you didn’t want to be like Natasha, spending months down there in the dark. You didn’t want to be here, at all.

“What happened to them?” you mumbled, and Peter hummed in confusion.

You sniffed, and he tightened his arms around you.

“My friends…”

You felt Peter tense for half a second before he exhaled.

“I don’t know,” he said, making you frown. “I… I didn’t hurt them. My responsibility was you.”

Fresh tears spilled over at that, and you were torn between asking him so many questions and wanting to know as little as possible. Why you? Why were you his responsibility? Why did they have to kill your friends? Just…why?

“I’m not the one who killed them, so I…I don’t know.”

Peter sounded sad, regretful, and it only made you cry more. Peter didn’t kill them, but did that really make him so much better? No, but you couldn’t find the strength to pull away from him. You almost wanted to ask him why his friends had. Why had they cut their lives short so seamlessly? You were afraid of the answer to be honest. You were afraid to hear how little their lives mattered to them when they were everything to you.

You slowly blinked before squeezing your eyes shut.

“Kill me.”

You whispered it so softly that you were sure Peter didn’t hear you at first. Even if he did, the words had to have thrown him because he sat up, pulling back some and lifting your head.

“What?”

“Kill me,” you begged, looking at him with a pleading gaze. “I can’t do this, and I don’t have it in me to… I can’t.”

Peter shifted, making you completely face him, now as he shushed you. You’d started crying again, chest tightening, and Peter shushed you, gently shaking you.

“Hey, no-.”

“I can’t do this,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “I can’t…”

You trailed off, descending into a fit of harsh sobs. Horrible choking sounds escaped you while Peter tried to calm you down. Your fingers pressed into his arms as you pushed your face into his shoulder, begging him to kill you.

“I’m not going to do that,” he whispered into your hair. “I went through so much trouble to get you.”

You shook at the sound of his voice, a shudder traveling down your spine as he ran a finger over it. He rocked you, denying you what you asked him for, and you shuddered again when a finger traced patterns into your skin where your sleeve had slipped down. You felt him lean down some more, lips grazing your ear.

“From the first moment I saw you,” he breathed. “I knew I wanted to keep you…”

You heard him deeply inhale.

“…all to myself.”

You shook your head, but Peter only made a noise of disapproval.

“It’s a lot, I know. I know that,” he softly told you, rubbing your back. “…but we’re going to be so happy together. You’ll see.”

You didn’t understand why Peter wouldn’t just…kill you. Or at the very least, have one of the others do it. It seemed to come second nature to them, anyway. They could put you out of your misery, and then… Your thoughts trailed off, halting altogether, and you didn’t like that feeling in your chest.

With you gone, that just meant that someone else would eventually take your place. The thought of some other innocent soul going through what you were made your heart hurt. Especially since your friends had died in the process, so senselessly, and if you died too… It would just make their deaths even more pointless.

More tears escaped, and Peter continued to rock you in his arms.

“The food looks wonderful, ladies.”

Steve’s voice reached your ears as you stared down at the dinner you’d helped prepare. After your embarrassing display that particular morning, it was agreed upon that you needed more time to slowly adjust. You were back in the kitchen for the first time today, and for the first time ever, you were sitting with everyone for dinner.

Sitting with the…family.

“Thank you, Steve.”

You jumped a bit as all the other women around the table thanked him in unison. You looked around in a mixture of wonder and fear, observing everyone else, hyperaware of your own shortcomings and newness. You were paranoid over screwing something up again. So focused on that, you almost missed Steve’s voice as he told everyone to bow their heads for grace.

You hadn’t come from the most religious of households, and you flinched when Jane reached for your hand on your left. You let her take it, looking at Peter with wide eyes when he did the same to your right. He sent you a secretive smile, reassurance on his face as he threaded his fingers through yours.

It was odd.

As Steve sat there saying grace, you wondered to yourself how he could do such a thing while also doing everything else he’d done. He’d murdered Pietro without hesitation, and who knows what he’d done with the rest of your friends. He’d kidnapped you and made it so that all of these other women could be kidnapped too. Hell, if you left the table this very second, you didn’t doubt that he’d throw you in the basement.

…and yet…with all of that being said…

He was sitting here…saying grace.

Peter didn’t let your hand go right away when Steve was done, bringing the back of it up to his lips. You looked at him when he did, dropping it as he sent you what was probably meant to be a comforting smile, reaching up to rub your back. You knew that Peter was just trying to make you feel comfortable, help ease you into everything, but it only made you want to cry.

You hated the way the conversation seemed to flow around you like this was a normal family having a normal family dinner talking about normal things instead of what it actually was. You looked down at your plate, grimacing at the green beans. You’d mentioned to Jane that you didn’t like them, but she’d sadly told you that you would have to learn to like them.

Steve didn’t exactly have any grace for a picky palate.

“Y/N made it.”

You looked over at the sound of your name, a smile on Pepper’s face as she looked at Steve. Your eyes met his, and you flinched, looking down just as he hummed.

“Is that so?” he sounded surprised. “Where’d you learn the recipe?”

He was talking about the fish. Pepper had evenly told you that Steve wanted to see more from you, and despite the smile on her lips, you could see the nervousness in her eyes. It wasn’t exactly a request, and so you’d prepared the fish in one of the ways your mom always had.

You blinked at his question, feeling eyes on you, and without meaning to, you turned to look at Peter. The brunette smiled at you, gently touching your arm and softly telling you that it was okay, nodding towards Steve.

“My mom taught me,” you eventually told the blond.

The atmosphere seemed to change at that, and you got the feeling that you weren’t supposed to mention anything about your life outside of whatever this was. At least, not out in the open. Steve cleared his throat at that, throwing you a tense smile, and you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Well, she did a wonderful job,” he finally complimented.

There was a silence that followed in which Steve just…stared at you, and it wasn’t until Peter touched your arm again did you realize why.

“Thank you…Steve.”

He seemed pleased to hear that, going back to his food and the conversation started up around you again. You ate what you could, eyeing the green beans, and occasionally your eyes met Steve’s. It was like he knew you didn’t like them, and he was watching to see what you’d do. Your chest tightened, and you felt so…suffocated.

…but also isolated.

You watched, thinking to yourself how the other women had seemed to build relationships with one another that you had yet to. You knew it was probably done out of a combination of survival, a way to make things easier, and finding comfort with others in the same nightmare, but still. Even though you felt comfortable with Jane, that was as far as it went. You didn’t feel a kindred spirit with any of them, and how could you? To allow yourself to do so would be to accept your permanent place here, and you just couldn’t do that.

Not yet.

You glanced over, eyes catching familiar green ones as you and Natasha just…stared at each other. It was hard to make sense of the beautiful redhead sometimes. She was very cold, intimidating, and you couldn’t help but to feel so inferior around her. You watched Bucky say something to her, and you watched the way she turned and smiled at him.

It wasn’t a forced one, that much you could tell, and it seemed like she did find some contentment in her situation with him, but the fire in her eyes was also as clear as day. Natasha seemed like the kind of woman who would never be fully broken, and you looked down.

Your brows knitted together as your eyes landed on your plate.

Your green beans were gone, and you warily glanced up, noting that Steve’s attention was occupied with Sam. You’d finally been formally introduced to the man who’d helped kill your friends, Sharon’s husband, and you swallowed. Everyone else seemed to be pulled into conversation too, and when you looked over, your eyes met Peter’s.

He sent you a wink, and when you looked down, you noticed he had way more green beans than he’d originally had. You blinked at the sight before looking away. Steve hadn’t noticed, and you didn’t know how to feel about the gesture. Any small act of kindness just wasn’t enough to make up for your situation. It would never be enough.

…and yet, you couldn’t fight the relief you felt as you sat back and finished the rest of your food.

When it came time for bed, you found yourself staring at the window as Peter slipped in behind you. What was originally just one night of sleeping next to Peter had turned into another and then a few and then several before you knew it. The comfort of the bed had outweighed your fear that pushed you to sleep on the floor.

Peter had yet to force it to come crawling back, and you almost scoffed at the thought that despite his involvement in everything, you could at least appreciate him not forcing himself on you. Your nightmares were becoming more frequent, and you hated to admit how helpful Peter’s presence was. The same man who had caused them to begin with.

Sleep kept evading you for several reasons as you stared at the window. You were afraid of what would greet you when you finally closed your eyes, and you felt your throat tighten. Tears kissed your eyes before you knew it, and it was hard to keep your sobs in.

After some time, you both felt and heard Peter shift, moving over the sheets as he came closer. You didn’t react when his hand touched your shoulder, and you heard him sigh.

“You need to sleep…”

You knew he was right. God forbid you should be anything less than alert while Steve was around, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Peter sighed again, moving closer before wrapping his arm around you. You felt him press his face into your neck, shushing you.

“It’s okay,” he quietly assured you. “I’ll be right here.”

You stared at the window through a tearful gaze.

“You can sleep, and whatever happens, I’ll be right here.”

You bit your lip.

“Just like I have been for every other night…”

You could feel his breathing against your back, chest rising and falling evenly, and eventually, yours followed suit.

“That’s it,” Peter whispered. “Just breathe…”

You clung to his arm, torn between fighting sleep and accepting it. At some point, the latter won.

“Good morning.”

The voice startled you, not expecting it, and so you didn’t reply when the other women in the kitchen did.

“Good morning, Peter.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, and you blinked at the sight of him in his uniform. It brought you back to the first day you’d met him, and you swallowed. You got the feeling that it was unusual for one of the men to be so present in the kitchen because Margaret and Sharon gave Peter odd looks as he approached you.

“I don’t leave for another half hour or so,” he said, settling next to you. “I wanted to check on you. See how you’re doing…”

You were making biscuits at the request of Margaret, and that was what you told him.

“I’m not very good at it,” you mumbled.

You’d messed up one batch already. Peter chuckled at your words, reaching up to play with an errant hair, moving closer.

“We all have to start somewhere,” he told you, reaching for your hands.

You watched him do better than you had been, eyes focused on the way he maneuvered your hands. They were gentle on yours, and you could feel his breath on your ear as he helped you. it was hard to discern how his presence made you feel, but it was clear it made the other two uncomfortable even if only for the unfamiliarity of it.

“Peter, we can handle this,” Margaret told him, her voice sweet. “You shouldn’t be in here, dirtying your uniform.”

You could tell by her tone that Margaret was more concerned with messing up the clear order Steve had for everyone in the house, but as Peter turned to smile at her, it was clear he didn’t care.

“I’ll be fine.”

There was a finality in his tone that she picked up on, giving him a tense smile before returning to the eggs she was cooking. Neither of them said anything else as Peter continued to help you, quietly talking to you.

“The more you practice, the better you’ll get,” he whispered, and you nodded. “Pretty soon, you’ll be running laps around this kitchen.”

That didn’t reassure you. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be good at this and become a good housewife and impress anyone with your culinary skills. You wanted to get out.

“Peter.”

You tensed at the voice, and you knew Peter noticed by the way his hand fell to your waist. You both looked over your shoulders, and you shrank in on yourself at the sight of Steve in his own uniform, leaning in the doorway. Where Peter’s uniform made him look childish in nature, Steve’s made him even scarier if that was possible.

“Since when do we cook?”

Steve’s tone was mocking, but there was an underlying edge in his voice, and as you both turned around, you found yourself partially hiding behind Peter. The blond definitely noticed, blue eyes focused on you, and you didn’t miss the way they lowered to the sight of your hand reaching for the back of Peter’s shirt.

Peter chuckled, reaching back and taking your hand.

“I just wanted to spend some time with her before we had to leave. That’s all,” he said with a shrug.

You couldn’t tell how Steve felt about that answer, it was hard to guess, and you found your hand tightening in Peter’s the longer Steve stared at you. Eventually, the blond pushed himself away from the wall with a low hum, leaving the four of you with just that.

Peter sighed, and you got the feeling that would be a whole thing later.

“I better go,” he said, letting go of your hand, and you frowned at how vulnerable you suddenly felt.

You watched him leave, worrying your lip before eventually turning around and finishing the biscuits the same way Peter had.

With Steve gone, you felt more relieved, but knowing that Peter also wasn’t in the house, you felt…out of place. You helped Nat and Christine, Stephen’s wife, with laundry, but you didn’t say much. The same went for when you were helping Pepper in the greenhouse. You were too caught up in your thoughts, and you were sure that it was noticeable.

You sometimes wondered if the other women thought you were crazy. Especially after the incident that morning, but then you wondered if they themselves had exhibited similar behaviors. After all, every single one of you were victims, and while they had all seemed to long adjust to the situation, you were still grappling with your new reality.

You didn’t know how to behave around anyone or what to say, and more often than not, you just wanted to cry. Strangely enough, you only felt comfortable doing that in front of Peter, and maybe that was why when Steve returned home from the station without the brunette, something like disappointment filled you.

You’d wanted to ask Steve where he was but thought better of it. Even still, it was like he read your mind at the dinner table, telling you that Peter had some cases and paperwork to go over, so he’d be coming home late. You hadn’t responded, merely nodding, and you didn’t miss the way Steve eyed you, studying your face.

You forced yourself to finish your food, giving an answer or two here and there when Jane tried to talk to you. She was the one to walk you to your room, letting you in and locking the door behind you. It was still somewhat flattering that any of them thought you had it in you to escape or at the very least, try. After your unsuccessful attempt, something in you told you to stop kidding yourself.

Even if you ever did manage to, where would you go? How would you go about getting out of this town? Getting back to your mom? The cops that ran this town were the same ones down the hall in the house where you were held captive.

Sleep was even more difficult to find, and you tossed and turned, the occasional wave of tears spilling over. You both wanted and didn’t want to sleep. At least with Peter here, you were confident you’d have someone around to calm you down and get you back to sleep after the nightmares, but now you were alone.

Your heart wouldn’t steady, and you reached up, tugging at your hair as tears kissed your eyes. You laid on your side and stared at the window, bringing your knees up to your chest. Alone with just your thoughts, they started going to a place they hadn’t been since that morning in the kitchen. It was almost like you could see the faces of your friends in the window, and you sat up.

You paced around the room for what felt like hours, rubbing your neck and pulling at your hair. You hoped that anyone downstairs couldn’t hear your footsteps, and your forced deep breathing wasn’t doing anything. The sound of a vehicle had you slowing down, and you looked over your shoulder at the window. You slowly approached it, only able to see car lights shining from the front yard.

It couldn’t be anyone else but Peter, and your eyes burned from how tired they were. When you eventually heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, you neared the door, and you couldn’t stop yourself from crouching down. At the sight of feet slowing in front of the door, you hurriedly straightened just as it was unlocked and opened.

Peter looked surprised at the sight of you, and then he frowned.

“Why are you still up?”

You didn’t know how to voice the problem.

You couldn’t sleep, and while that wasn’t new, you still somehow eventually found sleep. However, that was when Peter was here, and you didn’t know how to voice that. You didn’t even know how to put into words that with him gone, sleep and the right amount of comfort to relax eluded you completely. You were afraid.

You were afraid that you’d have another nightmare, and no one would be there when you woke up.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you said, and Peter closed the door behind him.

You couldn’t name the way he looked at you, but he eventually sighed, reaching out to touch your chin.

“Okay,” he said. “Let me get out of this uniform, and I’ll be right there.”

You slowly sat on the bed, watching him go into the bathroom. You sat like that for minutes, still and watching the door, and when he finally came back out, you stood. You said nothing as Peter pulled the covers back, watching you climb in, and after he tucked you in, you watched him do the same, a weight easing off your chest that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter Parker x reader #dark peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 month ago

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In the Circle. (Alec Volturi x Reader)

Escaping the Volturi was no easy thing and you wish you weren't surprised when it was the twins of all guards to be sent after you. Alec seemed more driven than Jane to hunt you down and retrieve you. He was like a dog with a bone, taking off into the forest after you and catching up fast until he tricked you into staying still long enough to use his gift, making a ring of black mist around you.

The black mist twirled and circled around you, but didn't touch you. The waves, twists and turns of the most collapsing in on itself was almost calming- had it not been possible danger. You didn't know enough about Alec's gift to determine if you stepped through it if it was a one touch and you were finished or if it took time. You also didn't want to find out. Jumping it was another matter. It bought the guards time to catch up. Realisation crashed down as you realised you were stuck. Trapped. You knew it...and so did Alec.

Alec stood by a tree, hands slightly outstretched, staring you down as the mist descended from his hands and slowly seeped into the loop. "I'd ask you why you'd run off but...it doesn't really matter. You're coming back either way. It's whether you'll come back intact." Alec began, his eyes roaming over your body before meeting your eyes again. "Come back willingly...so we don't have to hurt you. I'd rather not. I don't want to see you hurt." He took a step forward, his eyes a little more intense, his tone more forceful. "You wouldn't really leave me. You're just a little lost. A little afraid. It'll pass. The volturi...it's not...easy. I understand that. We've all been there." The tone shifted back into the soft innocence he adopted previously to lure you back.

The words were smooth as silk. The words were correct. He clearly understood the turmoil you felt. Yet the delivery, try as he might, it was off. It came off sing song-y. He understood it but he didn't feel it. There was no recollection of such a feeling in his delivery. It made you consider he wasn't telling the truth. The only way he could be telling the truth was if he had changed so much that the feeling was a distant dream that couldn't be brought to the surface. Regardless, his intent was clear. To lure you back. Even if you weren't sure why he wasn't just using force. Somehow, that made it worse.

You knew you had to be careful. So very careful. If Alec didn't get his way, his calm demeanor would switch immediately. It was something he never grasped or if he did, he didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time he made himself sound innocent- almost childish to get his way or provoke a false sense of security. Perhaps it worked on Aro, but to outsiders and especially to you- it was creepy. The voice and attitude not matching the twins ages, and it made your skin crawl.

There was nothing stopping Alec from using his gift or even attacking you outright. Yet he stood as still as a statue, staring you down, silently daring you to go against him. Even if this was a chance he didn't give anyone else. Then again, some whispers around the guards said Alec was very particular about you. Dare anyone say...attached. "Why are you doing this?" You pleaded. Alec smiled and in that strange, eery mimicked childish tone of innocence he replied. "I just want you to stay with me." Then everything went black.

#oneshot #one shot #twilight #the volturi #alec volturi #reader

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herstoryheaven · 3 months ago

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Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: Spots Of Love

Request: Hi hi! Crazy idea, what if it's a Harry Hook x Reader after D3? Either like in Auradon Prep or College. And the reader can be a Radcliffe from One Hundred and One Dalmatians. Maybe she runs a pet therapy program or helps out Carlos with his Vet career or rescue shelter for abused and abandoned animals (and children) and runs into Harry? Would love to see a platonic relationship with Carlos and Jane! (If the others need to be included, I would not mind at all!)

Reader: Female

Word count: 2823

Average reading time: 10 min 15 sec

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

The gentle hum of life filled the cozy, sunlit shelter nestled at the edge of Auradon University. Y/n Radcliff was focused on organizing the supplies, her hands methodically placing items in their designated spots, when a soft bark caught her attention. She turned to see her two beloved Dalmatians, Pongo and Perdita, named after her parents' first dogs, playfully nipping at each other in their designated corner. Their black and white spots blended with the patches of sunlight streaming through the window, creating a picturesque scene that filled Y/n with warmth. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved this work so much; rescuing and caring for animals wasn’t just a job, it was her passion.

As she watched Pongo and Perdita, her thoughts drifted to the back room where Carlos and Jane were hard at work. The shelter had become more than just a project for them, it was a sanctuary, a place where they could all pour their love for animals into something meaningful. Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she heard their soft voices mingling with the occasional meow from the kittens they were tending to.

Curious about how they were doing, Y/n made her way to the back room. She found Carlos holding a small kitten gently in his hands, his face the picture of concentration as Jane prepared the syringe for the vaccination.

“Just a little pinch, sweetie.” Jane cooed to the kitten, her voice soothing and calm. She glanced up at Carlos with a smile, her eyes full of warmth. “Ready?”

Carlos nodded, his thumb brushing lightly over the kitten’s fur. “Ready.” he confirmed, his voice soft. “You’re doing great, little one. Just a second more.”

Y/n leaned against the doorway, watching the two of them work together in perfect harmony. Jane gave the shot with practiced ease, and Carlos immediately brought the kitten close, whispering reassurances as the tiny creature gave a small, startled meow.

“There we go, all done.” Jane said, capping the syringe and giving Carlos a playful nudge. “I think you’ve got the magic touch with these little ones.”

Carlos chuckled, still cradling the kitten. “Only because I have the best partner.” he replied, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. It was these small, tender moments between Carlos and Jane that made her heart swell with affection for them. They were so in tune with each other, their movements synchronized as if they were a single unit. The way they worked together, so naturally, so effortlessly, was something Y/n deeply admired.

She cleared her throat softly, making her presence known. “You two make quite the team.” she commented with a smile, stepping into the room.

Carlos looked up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Y/n. We’re just finishing up with these kittens.”

Jane turned, her face lighting up when she saw Y/n. “Oh, Y/n! Come look at this little one, she’s so brave.” she said, holding out a tiny, gray tabby kitten that had just received her vaccination.

Y/n walked over, gently stroking the kitten’s soft fur. “She’s adorable.” she said, her voice full of affection. “And you two… you’re amazing with them. Honestly, it’s like you were made for this.”

Carlos laughed softly, his cheeks tinged with a slight blush. “Thanks, Y/n. I guess we just really love what we do.”

“Plus, it helps to have someone by your side who knows exactly what you’re thinking.” Jane added, her eyes meeting Carlos’s in a gaze that was filled with quiet understanding.

Y/n watched the way they looked at each other, the subtle exchange of warmth and love that passed between them. It was so natural, so easy, that it made her heart ache in the best possible way. She admired how far Carlos had come since his days on the Isle. He was so different from his mother, Cruella de Vil. Where Cruella had been cruel and self-absorbed, Carlos was gentle, kind, and completely devoted to the animals and his dog Dude. And Jane, sweet, supportive Jane, was the perfect match for him. They balanced each other out in a way that Y/n found beautiful.

“You two are really something special, you know that?” Y/n said softly, her gaze warm as she looked between them.

Jane blushed, her hand reaching out to squeeze Carlos’s. “We just… care about each other, I guess. And about what we’re doing here.”

Carlos nodded, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of Jane’s hand. “Yeah. It’s easy when you’re with someone who gets it, who understands why this is so important.”

Y/n felt a pang of admiration mixed with a touch of longing. Watching them made her realize how much she craved that kind of connection with someone,someone who understood her, who shared her passions, who could make the world feel like a better place just by being in it. She was happy for Carlos and Jane, truly, but she couldn’t help but wonder when she would find that kind of love for herself.

Still, she pushed those thoughts aside and smiled brightly at them. “Well, I’m glad you guys have each other. The shelter wouldn’t be the same without you two.”

Carlos grinned, his arm slipping around your shoulder. “And it wouldn’t be the same without you, Y/n. We make a pretty great team, don’t we?”

Jane nodded, walking up to your other side, her eyes twinkling. “The best team.”

As Y/n continued her work, the familiar sound of the chime echoed through the room, catching Carlos and Jane's attention. Their faces lit up immediately, a warm smile spreading across their lips as they recognized the figure stepping inside. Y/n looked up from her spot behind the counter, curious about who had caused such a reaction in her friends.

Y/n felt her heart swell with affection for her friends. “Yeah.” she agreed, her voice soft and full of warmth. “The best team.”

Before Y/n could ask, she saw him, the notorious pirate with the unforgettable charm, Harry Hook. His presence was undeniable, a mix of confidence and something more, something that had changed since the days on the Isle of the Lost. He still had that devilish grin, that mischievous glint in his ocean-blue eyes, but there was a new gentleness to him, a softness that Y/n hadn’t expected. Or maybe it was just the way he carefully carried a basket filled with tiny, wriggling Dalmatian puppies that made him look less like a pirate and more like a savior.

Carlos and Jane exchanged excited glances before they both greeted Harry with warm smiles. “Harry!” Jane exclaimed, moving forward to greet him. “It’s so good to see you!”

Carlos grinned, his eyes widening as he noticed the basket. “And you’ve brought company, I see.”

Y/n stood back for a moment, observing the scene with a growing curiosity. She had heard plenty about Harry Hook, stories that painted him as charismatic, daring, and a bit of a rogue. Tales of his adventures on the Isle, his infamous reputation, and his unyielding loyalty to his crew. But seeing him here, in her shelter, cradling a basket of vulnerable little puppies, was something she hadn’t expected.

Her heart gave a small flutter, surprising her. She wasn’t one to easily get flustered, but something about this moment, about seeing Harry in this new light, sent a warm, unfamiliar sensation through her.

Harry’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the cozy, sunlit space filled with the sounds of animals and the warmth of friendship. When his gaze landed on Y/n, his smile faltered for a split second, surprise flickering in his eyes. But then his grin returned, softer this time, as he turned to Carlos and Jane.

“And who might this beautiful lass be?” Harry asked, his voice carrying that familiar, smooth edge that was both teasing and charming.

Jane, still grinning, nudged Y/n forward playfully. “Harry, this is Y/n Radcliff. She and Carlos run this shelter together.”

Y/n felt her cheeks warm under his gaze, a blush creeping up her neck. There was something about the way he looked at her, with that mixture of curiosity and admiration, that made her heart skip a beat. She managed a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to steady herself. “Nice to meet you, Harry.” she said, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt.

Harry’s grin widened, and he stepped closer, taking her hand in his. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and when he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles, her breath hitched slightly. “The pleasure is all mine,” he replied, his voice smooth and rich, carrying just the right amount of playful charm.

Y/n’s mind raced, trying to process the unexpected spark that ignited at his touch. There was a connection there, something she hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t deny. She quickly glanced at the basket he was holding, needing a distraction. Her eyes softened as she noticed the puppies wriggling and yipping quietly, their tiny bodies nestled together.

“Are those...?” she began, her voice trailing off as she looked up at Harry.

“Dalmatians.” Harry finished for her with a nod. His tone shifted, becoming more earnest. “Found this nest in an abandoned alleyway. Thought they could use a bit of love and care.”

Y/n’s heart swelled with affection, not just for the puppies, but for the man who had brought them here. There was something incredibly endearing about seeing someone like Harry, with his rough edges and pirate ways, showing such tenderness and concern for these little creatures. “You’ve come to the right place.” she said warmly, her smile genuine as she took the basket from him.

As she placed the basket on the ground, Pongo and Perdita immediately came over to investigate, their noses twitching with curiosity. Perdita, who had never been able to have puppies of her own, was the first to nuzzle the tiny pups, her motherly instincts kicking in almost instantly. She gently nudged them with her nose, licking their tiny heads as if they were her own. Pongo followed suit, pressing close to Perdita’s side, as if to reassure her. Within moments, the two Dalmatians had laid down beside the basket, the puppies nestled between them, forming a heartwarming little family.

The scene was so touching that Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “Looks like I have twelve dogs now.” she said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the happy little family.

Harry chuckled, his gaze lingering on Y/n with a new intensity. There was admiration in his eyes, but also something more, something that made Y/n’s heart flutter all over again. “Well, maybe I could help out, if you ever need an extra hand.” he offered, his voice carrying a hint of hopefulness, as if he wanted any excuse to stay close to her.

Y/n felt the warmth spread through her chest, her heart fluttering once more. She met his gaze, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach. “That would be great.” she said softly, her smile growing. “The shelter could always use more help.”

From that moment on, Harry became a regular visitor at the shelter. Every morning, just as the sun was rising and casting a golden glow over Auradon, Y/n would find Harry at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe with that signature grin of his. At first, he’d come by to check on the puppies or lend a hand during feeding time, but it soon became clear that his real reason for being there was Y/n.

For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other’s gaze, an unspoken connection forming between them. It was as if the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, the shared warmth of their smiles, and the new beginnings that were quietly taking root.

The two of them grew closer with each passing day, their conversations flowing as easily as the gentle breeze that rustled through the shelter's garden. They would talk about everything and nothing, Harry would captivate her with tales from the Isle, each one more outrageous and entertaining than the last, while Y/n would share stories from her childhood, recounting the adventures she had with her parents’ Dalmatians and her dreams of rescuing animals. The more they talked, the more Y/n found herself drawn to him, enchanted by his wit, his charm, and the unexpected kindness that lay beneath his roguish exterior.

Carlos and Jane couldn’t help but notice the growing connection between Y/n and Harry. During the quiet moments at the shelter, Carlos would nudge Jane with a knowing smile as they watched the two of them together. Jane, ever the romantic, would grin back, pleased to see her friend so happy.

One particularly busy afternoon, after a long day of tending to the animals and organizing the shelter, Y/n and Harry found themselves sitting on the floor of the playroom. The once-tiny Dalmatian puppies had grown into lively bundles of energy, their spots more defined and their personalities shining through. They darted around the room, chasing after toys and playfully wrestling with each other, their joyous barks filling the air. Pongo and Perdita, ever the doting parents, watched over them with a mix of pride and protectiveness.

As Y/n and Harry sat side by side, the warmth between them was noticeable. Y/n felt a sense of contentment that she hadn’t felt in a long time, simply being in Harry’s presence. The two of them laughed as a particularly feisty puppy tried to drag a plush toy twice its size across the room, and Y/n couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s eyes sparkled with amusement, a boyish charm that made her heart skip a beat.

But it wasn’t just Y/n who noticed the connection between them. Perdita, always the observant one, had been watching them closely for days. There was a knowing glint in her eyes as she looked from Y/n to Harry, as if she understood something that the two humans hadn’t fully realized yet.

Harry and Y/n were about to leave the room to get some food for the dogs. Before Y/n could take a step towards the door, Perdita suddenly leaped up, placing her front paws on Y/n’s back with a gentle but firm nudge. At that exact moment, Pongo, as if in perfect sync with his mate, did the same to Harry. The combined force of the two dogs pushed Y/n and Harry toward each other, causing them to stumble.

And then it happened, their lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. For a moment, everything else faded away. The playful yips of the puppies, the warmth of the afternoon sun, the distant sounds of Auradon, it all disappeared, leaving only the two of them, caught in that brief but electrifying moment.

Y/n’s heart raced as the kiss deepened, slow and tender, each second feeling like an eternity. She could feel Harry’s warmth, the softness of his lips, the gentle way his hand found its way to her waist. And in that instant, she knew that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment, it was something more, something they had both been waiting for without even realizing it.

When they finally pulled away, Y/n’s breath was unsteady, her heart pounding in her chest. She found herself looking into Harry’s eyes, which were filled with a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something that made her heart flutter all over again.

“Well.” Harry whispered, his voice low and slightly breathless, “I guess your dogs have better sense than we do.”

Y/n laughed softly, the sound tinged with both amusement and affection. “I think you’re right.” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her face still inches from his. There was a softness in her gaze as she looked at him, a warmth that mirrored what she felt inside.

Harry’s smile grew, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he leaned in again. This time, the kiss was more confident, more certain, a promise of what was to come. Y/n melted into it, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn’t expected to find but couldn’t deny.

As they kissed, Carlos and Jane peeked around the corner, having witnessed the whole thing. Jane’s eyes sparkled with happiness, and she whispered excitedly to Carlos, “I knew it! They’re perfect for each other.”

Carlos grinned, nodding in agreement. “About time, too. I was starting to think we’d have to push them together ourselves.”

When Y/n and Harry finally broke apart, the world seemed a little brighter, a little more vivid. They both knew that something had changed, that their relationship had shifted into something more meaningful. From that day on, Harry wasn’t just a friend visiting the shelter, he was Y/n’s partner, in every sense of the word.

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 16 days ago

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Chapter 23 - The Old Gods and The New

A Firefight or A Viper's Nest | Loki x Reader

Loki misses us and more threats descend on Tønsberg.

Warnings: continued angst from Loki, threats to the village and references to battles and war.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

It took a long while for the shock of Jane’s revelation to set in, the small court just stared at her for a while, a strange breeze that came from nowhere seemed to drift through her hair so that it floated around her face in artistic waves.

“Well.” Brunnhilde said, shocked, “that’s quite the party trick, Jane.” Her lip quirked up into a smile as she looked her friend up and down before turning to Thor. “And you were going to share this information, when? I assume you must know?”

Thor opened and then closed his mouth, at a loss.

“Thor, she has your hammer.” Korg looked more confused than anyone. “I thought that was your magical hammer?”

“It is,” Thor grunted, looking more than a little betrayed. I still have Stormbreaker though, I am still as mighty and powerful as ever, do not worry about me.” He attempted a casual laugh but it came out as a weak cough.

“I’m sure that’ll come in very useful,” Brunnhilde didn’t move her gaze from Jane until she’d put the hammer down, the armour, hair and magical wind vanishing as quickly as it’d appeared.

“All this to say, Estrid, I’d be happy to come with you to save Loki. He saved my life, once, I thought he’d sacrificed his own life for mine and Thor’s. I feel like I owe him, even if he is still alive.”

You’d yet to hear this story, but you were even more determined to hear it with Loki present. There was still so much you didn’t know about each other, and the loss of him was still so keen, so painful. You needed him back, so you could discover everything there was to know and relish in everything you already knew him to be.

“Thank you, Jane, you’re a good friend.”

Jane reached out and squeezed your hand. “I suppose we have a rescue mission to plan then.” And you smiled for the first time since Loki had been taken because, for the first time, you thought there might actually be some hope of seeing him again.

Brunnhilde called a recess on your, admittedly, very casual court and strode into her back office, slamming the door. You weren’t sure if it was Jane’s admission that she too held powers similar to Thors, or that Carol wouldn’t be joining Asgard any time soon, that had led to her unusually emotional outburst. You’d known Brunnhilde only a short time, but she was always collected, snarky almost, releasing her emotions carefully out of sight of her court and her people.

You took a step, aiming to follow her. It must be very, very, lonely to have to keep a brave face all the time. Your own had been woefully unsuccessful, but you could at least offer her your support.

Thor touched your shoulder, tightening his fingers and drawing you back with his gentle strength.

“Leave her, Trouble, she just needs some time to - process.” He looked sad, tired, and for the first time you thought about what a toll this must be taking on everyone.

Korg slid a pint sized mug towards you, liquid sloshing over the sides, “it helps.” He offered.

You took the mug gratefully, lifting it to your lips and sipping expecting tea or coffee - spluttering you sat the mug down and looked at the smiling Kronan.

“This is mead,” you coughed.

“Yes, it helps.” And you allowed a rare smile to creep to sneak onto your face.

Loki had been alone before. He had fallen through space, probably time as well if he really thought about it, he had been cast aside by his family, made poor choices and been equally as punished by his father as he had Thanos. He had been alone and rebuilt his life on Sakar. But he had never felt the crushing weight of this loneliness as he did now, staring at his own gaunt reflection in the reinforced glass of his prison.

He had never before remembered your touch, his home had never had another dwelling in it that he felt such an affinity for and he hoped that you were still there, still safe.

Loki’s thoughts drifted constantly, even when he was with strangers at least he could talk to them. He had created quite the social circle alongside Thanos and in Sakar, though he did rather regret aligning himself with both rulers. Here no one spoke to him, no one even looked at him.

He remembered being alone on Asgard as a young boy, how thrilled he’d been when his mother had told him that her friend was bringing her own child. Someone of a similar age and disposition, who liked to read, who was learning magic, who enjoyed games. Loki had imagined someone like himself, a tall boy who he could hunt and fight with. He had been shocked when a girl had peaked around her mother’s skirts at him.

“Estrid, you very welcome here in Asgard. May I present my son, Loki. He has similar talents. Perhaps he could show you the palace.”

He had peaked between his mother’s skirts to look at you, hidden inside your own mother’s cloak. Loki had bowed, just as he’d been taught and looked back at Frigga for confirmation that he’d done so correctly. In return you’d stepped forwards, holding your dress and curtseying.

He had missed you dearly for many years and not even known that the ache in his chest was you. How had he let you out of his sight for even a moment.

You, who had brought him everything he’d been looking for, a go-between to soften the often difficult relationship with his older brother, a playmate that was on his side and, eventually, someone who saw him as he truly was. Loki closed his eyes, unable to look at his own sullen face a moment longer, and reached out to you again.

I miss you, my darling, and, though I would hate to ever be the cause of your distress, I hope that you miss me too.

Watching the waves in the harbour you felt a surge of magic, as if it had wound about your heart and tugged you. Looking back at your door the lantern light that, since Loki had vanished, you couldn’t bare to turn off, flickered and danced. The artificial light stayed where it was, but something more flared and jumped, slithering towards you. The fiery snake moved swiftly and your own calf appeared from behind you defensively. But you knew it wouldn’t harm you. With a smile you waved the calf to the side and allowed the snake to coil around your ankle and slink its way up your leg. Reaching down it coiled into your cupped hands and you held it close, allowing its warmth to sink into your chest.

“I miss you too, Loki.” You whispered to the waves, hoping they’d take your message back to him somehow.

The council didn’t pick up again when you returned to the Long Hall the next day. A walk along the wharf had cleared your head and a glimpse of Loki, even just his sedir, had given you the courage you needed to keep going instead of just staying at home and crying as you wanted to.

He was right, you were a Goddess, a Princess and you would act like one. Wiping a few tears from your cheeks you stepped back into the hall to be met with a familiar face.

The man was sat with Brunnhilde, the King in her throne, a worried look on her face. The older women were cooing and fussing, filling a trestle table with tea, mead, beer, biscuits, half a fruit cake, anything they could get their hands on. His blonde curls formed a halo around him, even in the harsh fluorescent light. His spear was propped against the table casually and, hanging up your own coat, you noticed his green cape on a hook.

Lugh.

He had found you then and, after all you’d heard about his friendship with your mother, you were unsure how to proceed. Embarrassed that you had argued with him so fiercely when he had cared so deeply for your family.

“Estrid.” Brunnhilde looked up, beckoning you closer, “I think it’s time we all talked.”

Lugh stood, offering you his chair, which you cautiously accepted.

“Thank you for not running, Princess, I believe you listened to the prophecy?”

Lugh took a chair opposite you, folding one leg neatly over the other and lacing his fingers together.

“Yes,” you said, warily. This was the first time you’d met without the panicking variables of your previous encounters. There were no Avengers or Gods to distract you. This was the Long Hall, Brunnhilde had been talking to him just moments before, and yet you couldn’t let yourself settle.

“So you see how this simple prophecy, possibly even just a dream, has caused so much…chaos.” He smiled slightly on the last word, taking a sip from his cup.

“You think it’s about me?”

“I know other people think it’s about you.”

Lugh’s casual demeanour was making your blood boil, fire danced between your fingers and your calf was back, nuzzling into your leg.

“And I also know what I believe, knowing your family and your history. I saw your raw talents as a mere babe.”

You stared at him, everyone did, waiting for him to go on. But he remained silent, waiting for your request. When you said nothing he raised a single eyebrow and sipped from his cup again. With a sigh, you gave in.

“Please, tell me.” Your teeth were gritted, fingernails digging into your palms. The last time Lugh had been given free reign to talk to you, it had ended with you storming off and, this time, there was no Loki around to cool your fire. You could still feel his cold touch in your memories, the way he surrounded you and doused you.

“Your gift,” Lugh pointed at the flames that sat above your skin, “you have been able to do that since I first saw you, swaddled as you were in your mother’s arms. It never burnt you, or her, but it kept others away.”

“Bres?”

Lugh nodded, “yes, Bres was already jealous, knowing you were not his, but he is not entirely cruel and had wanted to try for your mother’s sake. No one could get close until Brigid and Frigga tamed the flames. Bres believed you to be a Goddess of Fire,” at this Lugh rolled his eyes, “he always was so literal, such a bore. But the idea stuck, not just for him but with the Vanir as well. They wanted you to bring fire and chaos and Ragnarok so that they could seize power. So, naturally, Bres made a deal.”

“The betrothal.”

“Exactly.”

“But, when he came for me, he said I would be the Goddess of Lust.” Your brow furrowed, “there’s nothing in the prophecy about that.”

“You are correct, that was his intention. But he did not know you well, he believes he can control these things simply by being a King, forgetting that the universe has its own path, that gods forge their own way. Bres believed you to be a goddess of Lust because he wanted you to be, and then you seduced Loki -”

“I didn’t seduce him I -”

Lugh held up his hand, “child, do not fret on these details. You were but youths, you cared for one another.”

You mused on this idea for a while and Lugh allowed you the quiet of your own thoughts.

“If I’m not the Goddess of Lust, then what am I?”

“I can only answer for myself, child, for you have yet to ascend and truly come into your powers. But I believe you are the Spring, the way you forge through the darkness and bring new hope and life to those around you. It can be nothing else.”

Spring? You settled into the thought, it was kinder than Lust, yet, there was something wrong, something missing. It didn’t spark your magic the way Loki described enjoying mischief, it left you feeling hollow and empty. For a moment you considered arguing with Lugh, but he’d been so patient and kind it didn’t seem fair to push him away again.

“And now, child, we must think about the future and not the past. Bres resides on the cliffs of your home, on the very limit of Asgardian territory, and one of your court is missing. I must request that you come with me for protection while the warriors deal with this threat.” Lugh said, matter of fact, standing and brushing the tiny wrinkles from his fine clothes.

“Absolutely not.” You ground out, your blood cold at the thought of running again.

As if from a shadow Thor approached again, having left the two of you to talk privately. “Trouble, I really think it would be best if -”

“Thor, don’t, I know you just want to keep me safe -”

“We all want to keep you safe, Estrid. Come with me and we can wait for this to be over.”

“I won’t leave my people, I won’t leave my court, I am a sworn warrior of the Asgardian court and my place is here.”

“There will be no court if Bres unleashes hell upon you!” Lugh shouted, it was the first time he’d truly raised his voice in anger towards you and it made you shrink back, fire tingling at your fingertips.

“If you really don’t want me here, let me leave to rescue Loki. If you really want me safe, help me.”

Lugh cast a withering glance back at Thor, who shrugged his shoulders and looked over at you with a half amused, half indulgent, look on his face.

“Ah Trouble, you always know just how to twist things.” Thor reached over as if to pinch your cheek, but you batted his hand away, holding it out for Lugh instead, “do we have a deal?”

Lugh sighed heavily, “is this the only way you will leave? To go from one firefight straight to a viper’s nest?”

“It is, either stay here and fight Bres with me, or go with me to rescue Loki.”

“Then I shall accompany you to rescue the mischief maker,” he agreed, holding his hand out, “after all, this village will need all the heroes it can find.”

You had barely made contact with Lugh’s palm before an enormous bang rocked you from your feet, Thor caught you quickly, righting you as his armour manifested. With a half a thought, yours did too, the velvet and metal a reassuring squeeze against the echoing screams of the people outside.

Brunnhilde ran in from the kitchen followed by Jane, both in their armour, swords drawn, Mjolnir and Stormbreaker hovering near.

“What on Earth was that?” Jane shouted over the continuing rumble of noise. Clouds of brick dust billowed from under the doors and misted the windows.

The largest windows faced out onto the harbour and village square, where snow sludged over the edges of the quay into the freezing waves beneath. Now sepia toned from the stone dust the harbour was at least intact. Brunnhilde marched into the back kitchen where high thin windows looked into the alleyway behind but, with the right angle, she tilted her head up and peered at the cliff above the village.

“Fucking Bres.” She growled, storming from the kitchen, across the hall and out into the melee.

Thor was close behind with Jane on his heels, Mjolnir in hand.

The village was in disarray, rocks and mud sliding down the cliff edge had settled on the rooftops, an entire house had crumbled, its occupants thankfully free of the debris but sobbing in front of the ruins of their home and, from every corner, shadows and soldiers swarmed.

The cliff seemed to be covered in them, all carrying Bres’ or the Vanir banner, headed by Bres himself, flanked by a cruel looking man at his side, his eyes narrowed and a smirk curling the corners of his lips.

“I warned you,” Bres sneered, “I told you to come with me, welp, or you would suffer the consequences, I told you to know your place, or I would put you back there.”

“My place is here,” you shouted back over the chaos unfolding around you, “this is where I belong, these are my people and you will leave them.”

“Or what?” The Vanir beside him laughed, “I shall enjoy breaking you.” He leered, unsheathing his sword, and lept from the jutting rocks to the fallen debris below, getting closer and closer with each lurching stride.

You wanted to fall back, wanted your stomach to stop churning, but you held your ground, spear aloft and bursting with flames as he charged.

On signal from Bres the soldiers gathered closer and closer, the villagers backing up into the square where Thor and Jane corralled them into a circle behind them.

He was getting closer, so close, and you missed Loki so much, missed his reassuring touch, missed the feel of him beside you, ready to face any challenge, missed knowing he believed in you…but that belief, that knowledge, it didn’t reside with him. Your left hand unfurled, fire whipping from your fingers and curling at your feet, a wall of heat rising before you. He had told you enough times that you believed him, whether he was with you or not.

“Or, you disgusting pig, I’ll show you your place.” With a speed you didn’t realise you had, your left hand moved forward sending the flame snapping towards him like a bull whip. It cracked on the ground, cutting into the front of his leather boots.

“You little bitch,” he parried forwards again, pushing through the shield of heated air you’d created, his skin crackling and his sword clashing with your spear.

“Your argument is with me, leave the people alone.” You snarled, using your spear to push his sword back towards him.

From across the square you could hear Bres cackling maniacally, his own magic flashing as reflections in the windows, you could hear Mjolnir zipping past you and Brunnhilde’s battle cry as she pushed the soldiers back, towards the cliffs. Time seemed to slow, the sun hot on the back of your neck despite the grey clouds and biting wind.

He stepped closer, pushing through the shield despite the pain until he was nose to nose, flecks of spittle settling on his chin in his fury.

“I was promised a beautiful, lustful, bride and I have had to chase you across the universe and through the centuries just to discover that you are a wilful, disrespectful harlot.”

“So fuck off.” Your jaw hurt from gritting your teeth, but you refused to back down, stepping toe to toe.

“Like I said, I endured all that, and now I get to break you down too and I will savour every -” he pushed you backwards, “single -” his sword raised again, - “moment-”

Everything went black, the dull roar of fighting in your ears and the startled whites of his eyes as the darkness took over and then blinding light.

He had fallen back onto cobblestones, but there was no longer a Long Hall behind him, just more empty space, fields and trees, stones and even alpine flowers forcing their heads through the depth of the fresh snow fall.

“Where the fuck have you taken me?” He jumped back to his feet, sword out. Behind you Thor and Jane backed the last of the soldiers over the harbour wall with a splash before turning to see the empty countryside.

Beside you, Lugh placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “you did it,” He smiled softly, “you summoned her cloak.”

The Vanir fled towards Bres, vanishing with a crack.

Loki felt a tremor deep inside, a stirring of a preternatural sense, something deep seated and startling. He had felt it only once before, although it had been very recent, when Hela had brought down the palace of Asgard and he had helped the people flee onto a rescue ship bound for gods know where.

It made him sick, roiled in his stomach and he marched for the windows, banging with all his strength.

“You must release me, Asgard requires my help. Release me! I must go and protect my people! Let me lose!”

There was no answer, only the subtle dimming of the lights and the echo of his own pleas.

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Chapter 24>>

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ivorydragoness44 · 3 months ago

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Descendants Jane x AK!Reader: Nerves

Word Count: 477 Warnings/Notes: This takes place during the events of the first Descendants movie. Accidental jump scare for Jane because she is a nervous mess with the VKs in Auradon. Summary: The Reader searches for Jane in the library, but accidentally scares her in the process, and tries to ease her friend.

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The soon to-be king of Auradon, Prince Ben, had announced his first royal decree. And since then, four teenagers had been attending Auradon Prep. These four new students had caused a social stir within the normal lives of those within the kingdom. It did not take much, all considering that each one was a child of one of the famously notorious villains imprisoned on the Isle of the Lost. As you entered the familiar library, scented with the ever pleasant old book smell, you searched for one specific person. There were a few students collected at the tables in the center of the first large room, heads hung low over their texts. But still, you did not see her yet.

Weaving your way through the aisles of well-stocked shelving, you saw a hint of soft light blue fabric. “Hi, Jane,” you smiled in happy greeting as you came up behind her. Jane squeaked, bouncing up onto her tiptoes before spinning around. Her light eyes were wide as she clutched a book to her chest. “Whoa. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you apologized quickly. “It’s okay,” she said in a high pitched voice. “I just-um…” Her eyes darted around you, as if expecting someone else. “Jane, are you all right? I mean, you seem…on edge for the past week or so.” “Yeah, well,” she took a shaky breath, “some things are different now.” As her gaze drifted away, you had a realization. “Is this because of the villain kids?” You asked in a whisper. “Yeah.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper. The fearful look in her eyes were what you had only read about. Reaching over, you gently placed your hands on Jane’s shoulders. “Breathe, Jane. You’re okay. It’s just you and me.” Taking a steadying breath, she finally met your gaze. “It’s just…I know that my mom is being positive and encouraging. Hopeful. But they’re still villains’ kids. Mom’s even the one who is teaching them in Remedial Goodness.” You smiled, “I know a few here in Auradon who could use a lesson or two from that class.” A small smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth. “I guess that’s true.” “They can’t be completely bad, right?” “I hope not,” she mumbled. “And don’t worry,” you said, taking a step back, “if anything, with their outfits that they wear, you’ll hear them approaching before you even see them.” Jane let out a small laugh. “They…do kinda look cool though.” “Uh-oh,” you teased, “are you going to be wearing a leather jacket with your dresses now?” “No! I mean…no. I couldn’t anyway.” “You can always change your mind if you want to,” you shrugged. “Yeah.” Her eyebrows raised for a moment. “What are you doing in the library?” “Me? Come on, Jane, I practically live here.”

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 4 months ago

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Don't Over-Do It

Based on this request: Could you write a fluffy imagine for the Volturi with the reader being Marcus descendant, Aros mate and Janes best friend? The reader tends to overwork both in her job and by working out. The Volturis are far to protective to let her continue like that.

Here you are, lovely! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine.*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: mentions of passing out and forgetting to eat. Some light fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Marcus Volturi x fem!descendant reader (familial), Aro Volturi x fem!reader (romantic), Jane Volturi x fem!reader x Caius Volturi (platonic, soul-siblings)

Marcus had never thought he'd have any descendants. He never knew if any of his human family had continued on the family line. But then he met you and immediately saw the bond between you and him. And not just him. You had several other bonds within the Volturi including the silver bond of soul-siblings with Jane and even Caius, and the golden bond of true mates with Aro. To say Marcus was happy to have a connection to his former life would be an understatement. There was just one problem.

You were a perfectionist and somewhat of a workaholic. You would work and work until everything was just right. It didn't matter what it was, work, hobbies, or even exercise. You were determined to do it right and you weren't going to stop until it was perfect. Aro, Marcus, and Jane hated that. It wasn't that they didn't want you to succeed, but they hated seeing you overwork yourself.

They all tried to get you to slow down, especially Aro. He hated seeing his mate exhausted all the time. Though, his approach to this was to turn you sooner rather than later. You fought him on that. Aro wasn’t afraid of much, but he was terrified of losing you and even more afraid of your temper. It made Caius laugh to see Aro nearly cower under your intense glare every time he mentioned turning before you were ready. But all amusement faded from the four vampires when you finally over-did it.

You were taking out your frustrations on a punching bag one evening after working on a work task for hours. The ever-watchful Jane and Demetri stood in the corner keeping an eye on you when it happened. Mid-jab, you suddenly stopped and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Jane was at your side in an instant while Demetri raced to get kings.

You were vaguely aware of arguing voices when you woke a few hours later. “Aro, you risk irreparably damaging your bond if you turn her without her permission. You know this,” came Marcus’ low voice. “I agree with Master Aro,” Jane grumbled, almost too softly for you to hear. You could feel the tension in the room, so you decided to try and speak up.

“And if either of you does that, I will personally rip your arms off and put them back on backwards when I wake as a newborn.” Aro was sitting next to you a split second later. “Cara Mia, you worried us,” he crooned as if you would forget you just threatened him and Jane. “I realized that. I’m sorry.”

“As loath as I am to agree with Aro about, well, anything outside of trials,” Caius stated, “I believe he and Jane may be correct in this case, Y/N. You cannot continue on like this.” You glanced between their faces. They all looked more worried than you’d ever seen them. A soft sigh escaped you. It wasn’t the first time this had happened to you, but the first they had experienced it. The whole situation was frightening since you were so fragile compared to them.

“I’m sorry I worried you all,” you relented, “I-It was always drilled into me that I had to be perfect. Nothing was ever good enough and I guess that’s carried over into adulthood. I’m not ready to turn yet, but I will try to take it easier. I’ll set break alarms or let Jane drag me away from my work more. I-Is that okay?”

“I don’t like it, but if I never have to experience this fear again, I suppose I can accept this for now,” Aro relented after a few moments of silence. Marcus stayed silent since he was simply there to ensure your bonds stayed intact. He was concerned, of course, but your bonds with the others were far more fragile for now.

“I still agree with Master Aro,” Jane stated, concern still painting her angelic, childlike features. Caius rolled his eyes at the two of them, but you could see he was feeling the same way they were. “Very well, but if this happens again, I don’t think even Marcus would disagree with turning you.” Marcus merely nodded in agreement when your eyes met his.

“Sleep now,” he suggested only for your stomach to let out the loudest growl he’d ever heard. You felt your face heat up at the noise that betrayed the fact that you hadn't eaten very much that day. Marcus laughed, “Perhaps food is in order first.” You nodded slightly, prompting Jane to rush out. Caius and Marcus followed, but when Aro tried to get up, you gripped tightly to him.

“Stay?” you asked in a soft voice. “Of course, Tesoro.” He settled back and let you cuddle into him. “I really am sorry,” you whispered. You felt Aro place a kiss to the top of your head. “I worry for you, Y/N. I cannot lose you.” You nodded against his chest, feeling your eyes start to drift closed against your will. Aro chuckled. The last thing you heard before you let sleep pull you under was, “Sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake.”

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descendantsramblings · 3 months ago

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Descendants Rambling Masterlist

♡Welcome to my page/Master list♡

My Requests are always open

I'm willing to write readers with she/her, he/him, or they/them pronouns

I'm willing to write 1-2 love interests

I only write for villains/vks unless it's a VK x reader x Ak situation (ex: mal x reader x ben, Jane x reader x Carlos)

I'll make suggestive comments/make out sessions but I don't write smut, these characters are all underage regardless of their actor's age

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Key:

♡ personal favorite

✎ least favorite (i might eventually rewrite)

⋆ head canons

♤ AU

𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

Mal Bertha

Game Planner (He/him) After finding out how much she misses Halloween on the Isle, Mal's boyfriend does everything he can to bring her a slice of home. - Written 10/2021

Evie

Candy Apple (She/her) Evie's family history leads to her trying to back out of a chemistry project. - Written 09/2021

Carlos de Vil

Saved ♤✎ (She/her) Going back to the Isle leads to the Hook!Reader being kidnapped by her own brother, leavig Carlos to save her. - Written 10/2017

Carlos Having a Crush on You ⋆(she/her) Ben's Twin!Reader x Carlos -Written 12/2017

I've Got You✎ (She/her) Carlos has a nightmare about his mother. (Trigger Warning!!)- Written 07/2018

PB&J (They/Them) Finding out their boyfriend hates their favorite holiday leads the reader to graveling to give him a good Halloween. - Written 09/2021

I Loved You First ♡ (They/Them) Inspired by "Loved You First" By One Direction. Carlos didn't expect them to wait for him to come back to the Isle, but that doesn't make it easier to see them with someone else. (minor Gil x reader) - Written 10/2021

Jay

Dating Jay ⋆ (no pronouns used but the reader wears leggings) Jay x Cheerleader!Reader - Written 10/2018

Spidermonkey (she/her) Gothel!Reader has Jay surprise her when he sneaks through her window. Loosely inspired by twilight- Written 04/2020

Stuffed Spook (They/Them) Jay's partner gets excited by a stuffed bat and he's determined to win it. -Written 09/2021

𝓢𝓮𝓪 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Uma

Letters to the Sea♤♡ (They/Them) Soulmate AU: everything you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin too. Uma and the Reader write letters until they can meet. - Written 07/2021

Baking (They/them) Uma watches her partner try to prepare for the Halloween escape room. Evie's Sibling!Reader - Written 10/2021

Gil

Hook's Daughter ⋆ (She/her) Harry's younger sister is Gil's closest friend (minor Gil x Jay) - Written 07/2021

Orchard (They/Them) Gil's partner takes him apple picking during his first September in Auradon - Written 09/2021

Harry Hook

Jafar's Child ⋆ (They/them) A flirty joke leads to Harry dating Jay's sibling - Written 07/2021

Fever ♡ (She/her) Harry and Captain take care of his sick girlfriend (requested) - Written 06/2021

Haunted Castle (He/him) Harry drags his scaredy-cat boyfriend to a haunted castle - Written 09/2021

Making a Splash (she/her) One wrong move leads to two people panicking and one person hurt on the docks. Jay's Sister!Reader. (Requested) - Written 12/2021

Flirting Pirate (She/her) She only hangs around the fish and chips shop to watch after he brother, it would be easier if she didn't have to deal with the flirty first mate. Gil's Sister!Reader (Requested) - Written 02/2022

Sealed With a Kiss ♡ (She/her) Ben's twin gets kidnapped with him by a pirate who's had a crush on her his whole life. Ben's Twin!Reader (Requested) - Written 04/2022

𝓓:𝓡𝓸𝓡 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼

Morgie le Fay

Sunday Night ♡ (She/her) After his friends let him down, Morgie runs to his girlfriend for comfort. - Written 08/2024

In Another Life (he/him) When Rapunzel's son gets thrown back in time he finds himself to be the object of two villains' affection. Minor James Hook x Reader (Requested)- Written 08/2024

I Would Be Yours (he/him) He never thought the lips he spent years thinking about would appear to him again 3 years later. Sequels to “In Another Life” (Requested)-Written 09/2024

True to Heart (he/him) Without the pressure of parents and villains, how hard is it to be true to heart? Especially when you’re holding a book that tells you your truth. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Tree Bark (they/them) Everyone deserves their time alone, sometimes though that well deserved time alone has to be interrupted by the sound of animal noises coming from a tree. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Crushing (they/them) Morgie had never been good at hiding when he had a crush on someone, and they don’t mind playing the long game with his affections (requested) - Written 08/2024

Win You Over (they/them) Magical history had always been their favorite class, but this assigned partner situation had the ability to dampen that. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Mindless Touch (she/her) Morgie hasn’t meant to upset her, he only wanted to have his hands on what was his. (TRIGGER WARNING: body image issues) (requested)-Written 08/2024

The Dominant Type ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a dominant leaning reader (requested) - Written 08/2024

Warm Greens (she/her) Red discovers she has a secret aunt when she sees her face next to the people who ruined her mother’s life. (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Cool Reds (she/her) She would do anything to keep him, wouldn’t she? Prequel to “Warm Greens” (Requested) -Written 10/2024

One Sided (he/him) If he has to listen to Morgie talk about Uliana one more time, he’s going to be sick (requested) -Written 09/2024

Love Letters (he/him) Morgie was growing far too attached to those little silver envelopes (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Babydoll ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a submissive leaning reader (Requested) -Written 09/2024

Scales (They/them) Morgie could think of 100 things he would rather do than parent a dragon with the sweetheart of Merlin Academy (requested)-Written 09/2024

Doesn't Matter (he/him) Morgana le Fay is coming to Merlin Academy's family day, and she has no idea that her son's boyfriend is a prince (Requested) - Written 09/2024

Second Place (he/him) Just once he wants to feel like his boyfriend’s first choice (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Emerald Comfort (he/him) Morgie might just be dating the sleepiest boy to ever live -Written 09/2024

Snake Eyes (she/her) Lions, tiger, and bears; just anything but snakes (Requested) - Written 10/2024

Flash Photography (She/her) Who would have thought that they would make such a good pair? (Requested) -Written 10/2024

James Hook

Call of the Sirens (She/her) As Hook sells his ship to Uma, he and his wife recall a time that she had to save him back in their prime. (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Side Effects (she/her) If Hook knew the side effects that came with those Malibu sprites, would he take them? (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Red Dress (she/her) He hadn’t meant to upset her when he picked the dress out, now Hook was set on making her see how good she looked in it. (TRIGGER WARNING: Body Image issues) (Requested) - Written 08/2024

The Dominant Type ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a dominant leaning reader (requested) - Written 08/2024

Eyes on Me (They/Them) The fairy wasn’t thinking about the pirates past when they excitedly called for him. They definitely didn’t mean to upset him. (TRIGGER WARNING; animal attacks and panic attacks) (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Wake Up Slow ♡ (she/her) Everyone needs a place to fully relax, and he found his in a heavy duvet and needy hands (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Babydoll ⋆(no pronouns used/GN reader) Hook x reader x Morgie head canons with a submissive leaning reader (Requested) -Written 09/2024

Bloody Charming (they/them) Hook’s flirting leads to an argument being blown way out of proportion (TRIGGER WARNING: just, yeah. I got a little too silly) (Requested)- Written 09/2024

Studious ♡ (they/them) Hook might not mind tutoring, as long as it’s for them. (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Hades

Body Better (he/him) Sometimes the weight of life can lead to your insecurities coming out in peculiar ways. (TRIGGER WARNING: Body image issues) (Requested)- Written 08/2024

Let me See (she/her) Her need to be independent keeps getting her hurt, and she really did it this time. (Requested) - Written 08/2024

Play With Fire (they/them) their mother warned them not to play with fire, now look at them getting burned (requested) -Written 09/2024

Hitting Every Mark (she/her) Turns out she had nothing to worry about, her fans love him (requested)- Written 10/2024

Uliana

Family Lines (she/her) After seeing Bridget's sister at Family Day, Uliana will do anything to earn the girl's affection. Even being nice to her ray of sunshine sister. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Rivalry (She/her) It was only a matter of time until the two groupd of VKs either came together or tore themselves to shreds. (Requested) -Written 08/2024

Double the Trouble (she/her) Uliana might be able to date Hook’s sister, but that doesn’t mean she’s able to make Hook like the whole ordeal. (Requested) -Written 08/2024

Breathe (they/them) Sometimes the biggest villain is not knowing how people see you. (TRIGGER WARNING: Anxiety attack) (Requested)-Written 09/2024

Strongest Tides (she/her) When the leader of their crew is emotionally taken out of commission, it’s up to her girlfriend to pick up the pieces (requested)-09/2024

Maleficent

Stylized (she/her) Artistry is the highest form of flattery and Maleficent has found herself as a princess’ muse. (Requested)-Written 08/2024

Play (she/her) watching your girlfriend study can get just so boring (requested) - Written 09/2024

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Descendants, Not Made for Kids ⋆ Changes I'd make if I made the Descendants movies as a series for teens or adults. - Written 06/2021

Style Headcanons ⋆ How I'd restyle the main characters from the OG Descendants movies - Writen 06/2021

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