#other ships: Harry hook | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

aethon-recs · 9 months ago

Text

Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs by Horcrux ⚡👑🏆🔒💍

I wanted to put together a rec list of Harry/Tom fics with a core focus on horcruxes outside of Diary Tom (the most popular horcrux) and Voldemort himself. Please enjoy these 22 fics that feature one of Tom's horcruxes and their special relationship with Harry.

There’s a ton of interesting variation that can be explored within a Harry and horcrux Tom ship — from where the horcruxes are located and when Harry can conceivably meet them in canon (for example, the Cup horcrux is harder to access than the others); to what age they were made by Voldemort and how that would shape their personalities and interactions with Harry; to the different magical properties that they might embody, depending on the vessel that was chosen.

Finally, it looks like Scarcrux and Locket are the most popular choices (after Diary Tom), and we absolutely need more Cup horcrux fics!

⚡ Scarcrux

Amensalism by @cindle-writes (E, 6k, complete)

Scarcrux becomes sentient after the encounter in the Ministry in Harry's 5th year and takes Harry for an adventure.

Bolide by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

On October 31, 1981, a tiny piece of soul attaches himself to Harry Potter in order to survive. This is his story.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 28k, complete)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings warp all Harry could have become until no more than dark magic and devotion remains. Visions of a wraith with red eyes complicate matters, especially when Harry and the Voice follow it to Hogwarts so Master can get his hands on the Philosopher’s stone.

Eulogy by @meles-merrivale (E, 6k, complete)

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

last rites by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)

Harry has an hour before he walks to his death in the Forbidden Forest. The horcrux in Harry’s scar decides to take matters into its own hands.

Look at me. by @crowcrowcrowthing (M, 1k, complete)

A dark night of the soul.

Pitch Black by @kagariasuha (E, 2k, complete)

The proximity of Horcruxes can influence anyone - especially Harry.

sandpaper kisses, paper cut bliss by @xodahafez (E, 27k, WIP)

Harry Potter survives the Killing Curse, but so does the horcrux within him. And this horcrux has been dangerously infatuated with Harry for seventeen years.

saw you in a dream by @duplicitywrites (E, 2k, complete)

Harry has had this dream before.

👑 Diadem

A peculiar way of fitting together by @being-luminous (T, 2k, complete)

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m wearing a diadem?”

Dance Me On and On by @duplicitywrites (E, 19k, complete)

In his first year at Hogwarts, Harry overhears Quirrell interrogating Binns about an artifact from over a thousand years ago. Five years later, Harry uncovers Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem in the Room of Requirement and finds himself pulled into a kingdom in the throes of a mysterious masquerade ball.

In Just a Moment, You’ll Be Mine by @dividawrites (E, 34k, WIP)

Tom has been stuck inside the Ravenclaw's Diadem for decades, alone, with nothing but his slowly fading memories. One day he feels a pull towards someone and gets interested. And then he gets obsessed.

Death is not an Escape by @whitepinkdandelions (T, 2k, complete)

The Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw is full of endless wisdom, so it only makes sense that it gets its hooks into Harry much faster than the rest of them.

🏆 Cup

Thirst by @obsidianpen (E, 27k, complete)

Things go awry when the trio beaks into Gringotts. Harry finds himself trapped, locked in the Lestrange vault, wandless and alone... With a horcrux.

🔒 Locket

Arson by @rudehellion (M, 8k, complete)

The hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes is going poorly. In need of some space to think, Harry offers to take the first watch over camp and slips out into the snowy night. Unable to shake his dark thoughts, Harry finds himself drifting and he begins to dream. What he sees changes everything.

knock it off (part 1) / crave gets slaked (part 2) by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 6k, complete)

At some point during Harry's time with the Dursleys, pain got crossed with affection. A kick from Dudley or having his arm yanked by Uncle Vernon at least means they’re acknowledging his existence. It’s not love, but it’s something. Too bad for Harry he carries that through to his less dysfunctional relationships.

The Cost by Blood_Stained_Fingers (M, 8k, complete)

The cost of making a horcrux was steep and when Voldemort manages to kill Harry, destroying the horcrux within, Harry finds out the exact price of losing a piece of your soul. It made a cruel joke that if Voldemort loved his horcruxes, Harry should love them too.

The Dead of Night by @cybrid (E, 6k, complete)

An empty house. A glint of gold. A dream. Or: running away from Privet Drive goes terribly for Harry.

The Ties That Bind by @mosiva (E, 8k, complete)

Harry finds the locket at Grimmauld Place, but it has a curse laid on it. When Harry triggers it, he finds himself trapped with the locket version of Tom Riddle, both of them stuck within the enchantment until they can find the way out. Or so Harry thinks.

Whole by Emriel (E, 20k, complete)

The horcrux hunt goes wrong and Harry fails to destroy the locket horcrux. Tom Riddle hands him over to the Dark Lord as a present for they know he holds part of their soul. In their care, Harry learns that feelings, no matter how toxic, are hard to get rid off.

💍 Ring

Personal Assistant by @phantomato (E, 10k, complete)

“And that’s it? I call ‘Tom’ and you show up?” “Yes,” Tom answers.

shelter from the storm by @cindle-writes, @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

After being left behind by the Dursleys, Harry stumbles upon an empty shack in the middle of nowhere, where he finds a mysterious ring underneath the loose floorboards.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #harry/horcrux #horcrux tom #scarcrux #diadem horcrux #cup horcrux #locket horcrux #ring horcrux

636 notes · View notes

dovesdreaming · 4 months ago

Text

Pirates charm

Summary: You’re the daughter of Meg and Hercules, everyone always compares you to your mother saying your exactly like her. You couldn’t deny it either especially with how you wouldn’t let yourself swoon for Harry hook.

Requested

Masterlist

Being the daughter of Meg and Hercules wasn’t easy. On one hand, you were expected to live up to your father’s reputation. The strong, brave hero of Olympus who could move mountains and defeat titans. People looked at you like you were supposed to be just like him- noble, pure, a shining example of what a demigod should be. But on the other hand, you were also Meg’s daughter. And that meant you were sarcastic, quick-witted, and more than a little cynical. If your dad was all about heroism, you were about surviving in a world where happy endings didn’t always happen. Your mother had made sure you understood that. She’d been there, done that, and wasn’t about to let you fall into the same traps she had.

You were, as people liked to say, the spitting image of Meg. From your sharp wit to the way you carried yourself, always with a knowing smirk and a hint of sass in your voice. You weren’t a wide-eyed optimist like so many people in Auradon. No, you knew better than that. Which was why Auradon Prep had become.. a little boring. The whole "perfect world" thing? Yeah, it got pretty old fast. Sure, there were plenty of bright, smiling faces and happily-ever-afters, but after a while, it all felt a bit fake. Like everyone was just pretending everything was perfect all the time. You needed something different. Something real. And then… Harry Hook showed up.

The first time you met Harry, you were standing by the docks, watching the Isle of the Lost kids as they arrived on their ship. Ben had done his whole "integration" thing, and now, here they were, villains' kids walking the pristine streets of Auradon. It was all very dramatic, with people whispering and staring at the new arrivals, like they were some kind of dangerous animals let loose in a zoo. You didn’t care about most of them. But then, you saw him. Harry Hook.

With his long coat, swaggering walk, and that trademark hook hanging from his hand, he made quite the entrance. His sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd, taking everything in like he was already planning his next move. His smirk was lazy, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that made you raise an eyebrow. And when his gaze landed on you? Oh, he noticed you too. His eyes flicked over your figure, taking in the sharpness of your features, the confidence in the way you stood. Unapologetic, like you didn’t care what anyone thought. It was enough to make him pause for a second, his smirk faltering before returning even wider.

“Aye, what do we have here?” he murmured as he sauntered over to you, his voice dripping with a Scottish lilt that sounded both amused and intrigued. “Didn’t know Auradon had girls like you”.

You crossed your arms, eyeing him up and down. “What? You thought we were all sunshine and rainbows?” He grinned, his hook tapping against his side as he stopped in front of you. “Somethin’ like that. But I think ye’re more storm clouds, lass. And I like that”. You gave him a dry smile, the corner of your lips lifting. “I aim to disappoint”. Harry’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider. “Ah, ye’re trouble, aren’t ye? I can tell”. You shrugged, glancing at him with a bored expression. “If you’re looking for damsels in distress, you might want to look elsewhere”. “Damsels?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk full of mischief. “I don’t do damsels. I like girls who fight back”. You tilted your head, feigning interest. “Good, because I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than need saving”.

He laughed, a deep sound that was rough around the edges, like he wasn’t used to laughing much. But there was something about you that seemed to break through his usual bravado. “Aye, I can tell”. After that, it was like a game between the two of you. Wherever you were, Harry wasn’t far behind, and every time he tried his usual pirate charm on you, you gave it right back with a smart remark or a sarcastic quip. He’d call you “lass” and you’d call him “Hook” with a roll of your eyes, but beneath all the teasing, there was something else. Something you weren’t quite ready to name.

Because despite all the back-and-forth banter, Harry Hook was different from the others. He wasn’t like the perfect princes of Auradon, who threw themselves at you with grand gestures and shining armor. No, Harry was raw. Real. He didn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t, and he didn’t expect you to either.You liked that about him, even if you’d never admit it.

One afternoon, you found yourself sitting by the lake, enjoying some peace and quiet when you heard footsteps behind you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was “Should’ve guessed you’d be here” you said, not even turning around as you leaned back on your elbows. Harry sat down next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body. “Can’t help meself” he said with a grin. “Ye’re just too much fun to annoy”. You glanced over at him, eyebrow raised. “If this is your idea of fun, you need a hobby”.

“Oh, I’ve got hobbies” he replied, his voice teasing. “But ye’re definitely the most interestin’ one so far”. You rolled your eyes, fighting back the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “You must be really bored”. Harry chuckled softly, but then his expression shifted, turning more serious. “Ye know, ye’re different from the rest of ‘em”.

That caught your attention. You turned to him, curious. “What do you mean?” He tapped his hook lightly against his leg, looking out at the water. “Auradon, it’s full of people pretendin’ to be somethin’ they’re not. All smiles and pretendin’ everythin’ is perfect. But you?” He looked at you with those intense blue eyes. “Ye don’t pretend. Ye’re real”.’You blinked, not expecting the honesty in his words. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long deflecting with sarcasm and wit that someone seeing through you like that threw you off balance. “I’m just me” you finally said, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “Nothing special”. Harry’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s where ye’re wrong, lass”.

There was something in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. You weren’t used to this, this raw, unfiltered honesty. People didn’t talk like that in Auradon. They didn’t look at you like they could see right through the mask. But Harry did. And, gods help you, you liked it. You cleared your throat, breaking the tension. “And here I thought pirates only cared about treasure”. Harry smirked, his teasing nature slipping back into place. “Aye, well, maybe I found somethin’ better”. Your heart did another unexpected flip at that, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you gave him a lopsided smile. “If you think I’m going to swoon, you’ve got another thing coming”. Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want ye any other way”.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence after that, the sound of the water lapping against the shore filling the space between you. For once, there were no quips, no banter just a quiet understanding. Maybe you and Harry weren’t so different after all. Maybe, beneath the sarcasm and smirks, you were both just looking for something real. And maybe, just maybe, you’d found it in each other.

Thank you for reading!!

244 notes · View notes

sitp-recs · 6 months ago

Note

Hi! :)

Could you please do a funny/witty/bantery rec list?

Looking more so for writing tone, but dialogue would ofc also be okay!

Thank you so much x

Hi there! I have a reclist for witty!Draco, but here are some witty fics I really love. They are such fun reads I remember exactly which scenes made me laugh out loud. In terms of writing tone, 4 authors whose sense of humor always hit the mark for me are astolat, shiftylinguini, blamebrampton and iota. Enjoy!

Tense by Faith Wood (E, 3k)

Harry and Draco have sex. Very, very slowly. Seriously, this is, like, 3K of penetration.

Never Gonna Give You Up by InnerLilith (E, 5k)

Five times Harry rickrolls Draco and one time Draco gets him back.

Game On by @pennygalleon (T, 5k)

Draco blows Harry a kiss and the press goes nuts. Harry suggests they use this to their advantage.

Matched Set by astolat (E, 6k)

“No one asked you to look, did they?” Draco said, eyes glittering and intent on Harry’s face—like he’d just wiped off the years and turned back in time to when their greatest ambition in life had been to knock the other off his broom in front of the school and grab the Snitch first, before they’d both gone to war and come back with scars.

Up The by @shiftylinguini (E, 7k)

“I feel I need to point out,” Draco kissed gently over Harry’s Adam’s apple, “that this is the most Gryffindor approach to conception that could possibly exist.”

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

The Loathly Worm by Selden (E, 12k)

When Draco Malfoy is forced to go undercover among the remaining Death Eaters in the aftermath of the war, the last person he expects to find there is Harry Potter.

Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

keep it down, orphaned (E, 13k)

Malfoy’s an inconsiderately loud roommate and Harry’s over it.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Stupid Love by @the-sinking-ship (E, 17k)

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog (T, 22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time?

Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu (E, 75k)

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #witty fics

120 notes · View notes

anonymousewrites · 1 month ago

Text

Apple of My Eye Chapter Eleven

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Eleven: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Summary: Uma's plan has been foiled, but she's not done yet.

Mal and Ben separated, and Ben gazed at Mal. He smiled. The spark in his eyes had returned, and his true love for her was clear for all to see.

“Mal,” he said softly.

Mal smiled in relief and leaned her forehead against his. The boy she loved had his mind back.

“True Love’s Kiss,” said Evie breathlessly.

“Work’s every time,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Ugh! Give it to me!” Uma lunged for Fairy Godmother and the wand.

“No!” said Fairy Godmother.

Evie and (Y/N) intercepted Uma before she could grab the wand.

“Guards! Seize her!” said Fairy Godmother.

Uma’s eyes widened, and she ran to the edge of the yacht. Everyone ran after her, and Mal put out her arms.

“No, no, stop!” she shouted.

Uma turned around and glared warily at everyone.

“Please, stop,” said Mal. “Uma, I know you. You are so much more than just a villain. And you have to believe because I’ve been there. Do not let you pride get in the way of something you really want.”

Uma looked at the VKs, Ben, and (Y/N), all people there to help the people of the Isle, to make a change, and she narrowed her eyes distrustfully. She couldn’t believe them. She couldn’t. She had spelled the King, kidnapped him and (Y/N), and threatened everyone.

Her necklace glared. Everyone’s eyes snapped to it. Uma smirked.

Uma stepped up onto the railing with determination.

“No, no, Uma,” said Mal.

“Uma!” said (Y/N).

Uma jumped off and plunged into the ocean.

Everyone ran to the side and looked down at the dark waters. The only light was the glow of the conch shell. It swelled, glowing brighter, and the water churned. Screaming, the guests ran back, and the VKs, Ben, and (Y/N) watched as the surface of the water broke. Uma emerged, larger than life, with her true caecilian features revealed. Water cascaded over everyone, and they coughed.

Uma cackled as she watched the now-tiny people below her. “True Love’s Kiss won’t defeat this! The world will know my name!” A tentacle whipped out at the yacht, and everyone ducked.

Mal let out an angry yell, and her eyes glowed green. Uma smirked challengingly and gestured for her to try to fight.

“Mal?” said Ben.

Purple smoke swirled up around Mal, and when it faded, a dragon was left standing where Mal had been. She—who else could it be?—roared and flew into the air. Uma cackled as Mal flew around her. Mal blew fire at her, and Uma growled and dodged. She struck out with her tentacle, and Mal dodged with an angry growl.

“Come on, Mal!” shouted Uma. “Let’s finish this once and for all!”

Mal dove and breathed fire at Uma. Uma splashed water up to defend herself.

“Watch out!” said (Y/N) as the boat rocked, grabbing onto the side.

Everyone screamed and stumbled.

“They’re going to kill each other!” said (Y/N), watching with wide eyes.

“Look out!” Evie pulled them down to dodge another whipping tentacle.

“Someone’s got to stop them,” breathed (Y/N).

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—”

(Y/N) jumped over the side of the ship. Their friends shouted in surprise and fear as (Y/N) plunged under the water.

“(Y/N)!” cried Evie.

“(Y/N)!” shouted Carlos.

“Oh my god!” said Ben.

(Y/N) broke the surface and tread water. “Mal, Uma, stop! Back down!”

“What’re you gonna do, (Y/N)?” laughed Uma derisively. “Splash me? Tweet for some birds to save you?”

“This has to stop,” said (Y/N). “We can’t keep fighting. It’s not the answer.” They looked between Mal and Uma. “How can we help anyone on the Isle if we keep repeating our parents’ mistakes and fight? We need to listen to each other. Please. Uma, you’re a leader. You want your people to be free. Mal, you want the Isle to be respected, it’s where you came from. You want the same thing—what’s best for the Isle. But we can’t get to that if we keep fighting.” (Y/N) held out a hand towards Uma. “Help us make a difference.”

Everyone on the boat tensed as Uma stared at them with narrowed eyes. (Y/N) didn’t falter. Uma lifted a tentacle, and everyone held their breath, fearful for what she was about to do. She tossed a gold ring on deck, and Ben caught it. It was his. Uma kept her gaze on (Y/N). Then, she turned and submerged herself. With a flick of her tentacles, she disappeared beneath the water.

(Y/N)’s eyes softened in disappointment. They had hoped Uma would take their hand and join with them to help, but she couldn’t trust Auradon yet. They needed to prove that they were going to continue helping the Isle, not bring the four original VKs over and abandon the rest.

(Y/N) turned and swam towards the boat. Mal flew back towards the deck. Evie and Ben threw down a ladder, and (Y/N) climbed up, soaking wet but smiling at seeing everyone safe. Evie hugged them tightly.

“Don’t you dare do that again,” scolded Evie.

(Y/N) smiled and hugged their best friend back. “I won’t.”

The crowd applauded for (Y/N)’s bravery, and even Adam and Belle nodded to them. Mal flew down towards the boat, and in a swirl of purple smoke, she appeared in human form. (Y/N) let out a laugh. She was now wearing a purple dress—the same purple dress that was in the stained-glass. True Love was in her heart, too, after all.

Mal smiled and gazed at Ben and her friends. She was truly herself, and, more importantly, she felt proud of who she was. Laughing, she curtseyed, and Ben smiled and bowed to her. Evie and (Y/N) ran up to her and escorted Mal down the stairs to Ben. People applauded, the real Lady of the Court arriving.

“So, I did not know I could do that,” laughed Mal.

“Tell me about it. That makes two of us,” said Evie.

“Three,” said (Y/N), smiling and blowing out some smoke on Mal’s dress.

“Shall we?” said Evie, offering her a hand.

“We shall.” Mal raised her chin proudly.

(Y/N) gestured to Mal. “Announcing, Lady Mal.” They took the moment from Lumiere, but they were just too excited to see Mal and Ben smiling at on another, reunited and truly in love.

Instantly, Ben pulled her in and kissed her. Everyone cheered and clapped. When they separated, both had stupidly large grins on their faces.

“I owe you guys so much,” said Ben, looking around him.

“Yeah,” said Evie.

“Got that right,” said Carlos.

“I’m holding this over your head for years,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

Ben laughed. “If there is anything that you need, or anything I can do for you—”

“Um, actually.” Evie raised her hand. “There is, Ben. I know a girl who’d…who’d really love to come to Auradon.”

(Y/N) smiled. It had to be Dizzy, the girl Evie talked about all the time, her favorite person from the Isle outside of Jay, Carlos, and Mal.

“It’s Drizella’s daughter, Dizzy,” said Evie. “She’s like a little sister to me.”

“Then she should come,” said Ben, smiling.

“Okay.” Evie laughed nervously. “Okay, great. Actually, um, Ben, there’s a lot of kids who would really love it here in Auradon. Kids just like us who also deserve a second chance. Can I maybe get you a list?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely,” said Ben. “Please.”

“We’re going to help more kids,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Evie grinned, and people cheered.

“Lady Mal,” a worker of the event walked up. “We found your spell book below deck.” He held it out to Mal. “Uma had it.”

“Ooh.” Mal looked at it and grimaced. “Um…You know, this seems like the kind of thing that belongs in the hands of Fairy Godmother.” She smiled.

“Okay. That’s me.” Fairy Godmother quickly moved forward. “Thank you, mhm.”

“This belongs in a museum,” said Mal.

“It does, yes,” agreed Fairy Godmother.

“Yeah.”

“And I’m going to take it.”

“Go for it,” laughed Mal. She looked at Ben. “I’m not gonna be needing it anymore.”

Ben smiled at her.

Mal grinned and stomped the ground. Water splashed up and hit Ben. He laughed, and everyone chuckled. Ben hit the water, and it hit Mal. She laughed and kissed Ben, who happily kissed her back.

They were reunited, and their relationship was stronger than ever. Now it was time to celebrate.

(Ben) “Looking back at yesterday, I thought I gave it everything, But there’s still so much road ahead of me.”

Mal leaned on his shoulder and held his hand. Her dress was ready for dancing, hitting her knees, just as everyone else had changed to properly get the party started.

(Mal) “When I looked into your eyes, I guess I didn’t recognize, Who we are and all that we can be.”

Everyone turned to dance. (Y/N) was comfortable dancing on their own, and they smiled as they saw Doug and Evie, Lonnie and Jay, and Carlos and Jane staring at one another softly.

(Mal and Ben) “Sometimes it’d hard to find yourself, But it’s worth it in the end, ‘Cause in your heart is where it all begins.”

Everyone spun and bowed to Mal and Ben. They jumped down and kicked up water, and everyone jumped and spun with the energy.

(All) “We gotta be bold, we gotta be brave, We gotta be free! We gotta get loud, making that change, You gotta believe!”

Everyone grabbed each other’s hands.

(All) “We’ll look deep inside, And we’ll rise up and shine, We can be bold, we can be brave, Let everyone sree.”

They stomped through the water, not slowed down at all, grinning all the while.

(All) “It’s starts with you and me! Whoa, whoa, hey!”

People flipped around, skipping through the water. (Y/N) laughed and spun with Evie, Lonnie, and Jay, soaking wet and celebrating.

(All) “It starts with you and me! It starts with you and me!”

Evie and Carlos arrived at the side of the boat and looked out at the Isle.

(Evie and Carlos) “There’s something special that I’ve learned, It’s together we can change the world, Everybody’s got something they can bring.”

Mal and Jay caught up to Evie and Carlos and smiled.

(Mal and Jay) “When you take a look inside yourself, Do you wish that you were something else?”

(Y/N) appeared with them and smiled. They hugged the VKs tightly.

(Y/N) “But who you are is who you need to be.”

The VKs smiled and leaned into the hug. Evie and (Y/N) took Mal’s hands and headed to the dance floor again.

(Evie, (Y/N), and Mal) “Sometimes it’s hard to find yourself, But it’s worth it in the end, ‘Cause in your heart, Is where it all begins.”

They spun and kicked up water.

(All) “We gotta be bold, we gotta be brave, We gotta be free!”

They danced in a circle with their friends, laughing all the while.

(All) “We gotta get loud, making that change, You gotta believe! We’ll look deep inside, And we’ll rise up and shine, We can be bold, we can be brave, Let everyone see, It’s starts with you and me!”

The friends threw up their hands with a cheer.

(All) “Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me! Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

Evie, Mal, and (Y/N) linked arms.

(Evie, Mal, and (Y/N)) “If we all can do our part, We know that it can be the start, To bring about the difference, That we need.”

Carlos, Jay, and Ben joined them with smiles.

(All) “I promise we can work this out, I promise we can see it through, Don’t you know it’s up to me, It’s up to me and you!”

Everyone ran forward through the water. The lights sparkled off the droplets, shining like stars in the night. (Y/N) jumped and splashed down, laughing and spinning.

(All) “We gotta be bold, we gotta be brave, We gotta be free! Gotta be free!”

Jane and Carlos danced together in the water as a circled open up. Jane hugged Carlos, and he spun her and carried her out.

(All) “We gotta get loud, making that change, You gotta believe!”

Jay and Lonnie slid into the water. They both had incredible dancing skills and athletics, so the two somersaulted, linked arms, and skipped out together with grins.

(All) “We’ll look deep inside, And we’ll rise up and shine.”

Evie slid in and pulled Doug with her. She spun, elegant and beautiful as ever. Doug smiled and took her hand.

(All) “We can be bold, we can be brave, Let everyone see.”

Evie smirked, and Doug grinned at his girlfriend. He spun her, caught her, and lifted her into the air.

(All) “It starts with you and me! Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

Mal and Ben danced into the circle. Mal laughed and kicked water at Ben, who retaliated with a smile.

(All) “Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

Ben lifted Mal up, and she smiled at him.

(All) “Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

They kissed one another, and everyone ran at then. All at once, their friends splashed them, and Mal and Ben laughed in surprise.

(All) “Who, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me! Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

Everyone cheered and whooped, dancing and sliding through the water.

(All) “Whoa, whoa, hey It starts with you and me! Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

Ben slid his ring back onto Mal’s finger, and she smiled at him.

(All) “Whoa, whoa, hey, It starts with you and me!”

With a final splash, everyone threw out their arms and let water fly. Slowly, they bowed to Mal and Ben, who waved with smiles. Everyone was together again, and love had won. Now it was time to bring more happiness to the world. It was time to make a change.

Mal and Ben leaned in and kissed again. Their friends cheered. All was right in the world.

Taglist:

@neenieweenie

@hampterfae

@american-idiot-jpg

@lunalixya

@roo024

@unholycheesesnack

@paastaboi

@lbee13

@rory-cakes

@theeghosted

@newttheglue250

@bridkesby

@yappydoo

@echoheartza

@pain-in-the-ashe

@sugarrush-blush

#apple of my eye #x reader #gn reader #nb reader #x gn reader #x nb reader #child of snow white #carlos descendants #evie descendants #disney descendants #disney x reader #descendants x reader #descendants 2 #mal descendants #harry hook x reader #descendants harry #harry hook

76 notes · View notes

herstoryheaven · 6 months ago

Text

Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: The Pirate's Enchanted Locket

Prompt: Y/n has an ancient locket that transports her to The Isle of the Lost. Captured by Harry Hook, he initially suspects her of being a spy. As he grows fascinated by her, he defends her against a rival gang’s attack. In a moment of intense emotion, Harry confesses his feelings.

Reader: Female

Word count: 3584

Average reading time: 13 min

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes involving emotional distress, fear, and harassment. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the restless sea. Y/N stood at the edge of a rocky cliff, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Clutched in her hand was an ancient locket, a mysterious inheritance from her mother that promised to bring you what your heart desires the most. The locket felt warm in her palm, as if it had a life of its own, pulsating with a gentle rhythm. As she carefully opened the locket, wisps of magic light surrounded her, pulling her through time and space.

----------------------------------------------------------

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.

----------------------------------------------------------

When the light faded, Y/N found herself on the deck of a pirate ship, the grimy structure silhouetted against the dark waters of the Isle of the Lost. The smell of saltwater and smog filled the air, and the sound of creaking wood and flapping sails was almost deafening. Disoriented, she stumbled across the deck, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The ship was bustling with activity, rough looking pirates shouted orders and heaved ropes, their faces shadowed by the dim lantern light.

Harry Hook, Uma’s fierce first mate, appeared, his sharp eyes immediately spotting her. He was a tall figure, his dark hair hiding underneath a black pirate hat, a silver hook gleaming dangerously in place of his left hand.

“What do we have here?” Harry’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. His accent was thick, his tone dripping with suspicion. “Someone trying hide, or perhaps a thief?”

Y/N’s heart raced. She had heard the stories of these pirates, the children of villains of old tales, but never imagined she would meet them. “I’m not here to steal anything. I was just—”

“Save your breath, Lass,” Harry interrupted, his voice cold and commanding. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “We don’t take kindly to intruders. Especially ones who appear out of thin air.”

Before Y/N could protest further, Harry took her arm with surprising strength and dragged her below deck. The narrow, dark passageways twisted and turned, lit only by the occasional flickering torch. Other pirates stared as they passed, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright hostility.

They reached a small, dark cell at the far end of the ship. Harry shoved her inside, and the heavy clang of the iron door as it shut behind her resonated with finality. The cell was cold and damp, the air thick with the smell of rust. Y/N sank to the floor, her mind racing with confusion and fear.

“What have I gotten myself into?” she whispered, clutching the locket tightly. She could still feel its warmth, a faint reassurance in the darkness.

Time passed slowly in the cell. The sounds of the ship and the ocean were muffled, creating a deafening silence. Y/N's thoughts were a whirlwind of worry and regret. She thought of her grandmother’s stories, the tales of magic and adventure that now seemed all too real.

Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, the door creaked open. A confident pirate girl, with turquoise braids and a mischievous glint in her eyes, entered. It was Uma, the sea witch’s daughter and the ship’s captain.

“Well, well,” Uma said, her voice smooth and taunting. “What do we have here? A little runaway, or maybe something more?”

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Uma’s. Gathering her courage, she replied, “I’m not a runaway. I was brought here by magic. This locket” she held it up, its faint glow illuminating the small cell, “it brought me here.”

Uma’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the locket. She leaned closer, inspecting it with interest. “That’s no ordinary locket.” she murmured. “Where did you get this?”

“My mother.” Y/N answered truthfully. “She said it would bring me what my heart desires the most.”

Uma’s expression shifted, a calculating look in her eyes. “And what does your heart desire, little one?”

Y/N hesitated. “Adventure,” she said finally. “And maybe something more.”

Uma laughed, a sound both sweet yet disturbing. “You might just get what you wish for,” she said. “But remember, magic always comes with a price.”

With that, Uma left, leaving Y/N alone in the dim cell but with nothing but her thoughts and a glimmer of hope. She clutched the locket tighter, its warmth still present.

-----

Days passed in the cell, at first Harry occasionally came to check on their prisoner by Uma’s order. But soon Harry’s visits became more frequent, yet the fear of her situation never quite faded. The walls, slick with dampness and grime, seemed to press in on Y/N, their oppressive presence a constant reminder of her imprisonment. Yet, each day, as Harry’s visits became more regular, a subtle shift began to take place.

Harry’s demeanor, once arrogant and indifferent, softened. His initial curiosity about Y/N’s resilience grew into genuine interest. He began to linger longer during their conversations, and the tone of his voice, previously sharp and commanding, carried an undertone of care. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken connection that neither of them acknowledged directly but both felt deeply.

One evening, as the cell was bathed in the dim, flickering light of a single bulb, Y/N’s curiosity overcame her usual caution. She looked up from her seated position against the wall, her face illuminated by the pale light, and asked, “Why do you keep coming here?”

Harry leaned against the bars, his usual arrogance tempered by a weariness that spoke of long, restless days. His expression was a blend of annoyance and hesitant interest, a reflection of the internal struggle he faced. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone quite like you, Lass. You’ve got spirit.”

Y/N’s eyes met his with a mixture of resistance and fatigue. “I don’t cower.” she said, her voice carrying a steely edge. “I just don’t see the point in making things worse.”

Harry’s gaze softened slightly, revealing a glimpse of the conflict within him. He crossed his arms, his posture less rigid than usual. “You’ve got a point. It’s not every day someone ends up on Uma’s ship with nothing but a locket.”

The mention of the locket brought a flicker of emotion to Y/N’s eyes. It was a small, delicate piece of jewelry, a token from a life that seemed impossibly distant now. “The locket belonged to my mother.” she said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s all I have left of her.”

Harry’s expression changed as he looked at her. The hardened exterior he maintained was marred by a rare hint of empathy. He looked at the locket as if seeing it for the first time, acknowledging the significance it held for Y/N. “She must’ve meant a lot to you.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. “She did. And it’s more than just a memory. It’s a reminder that there was a time before all this, a time when things were different.”

For a moment, the cell fell into a thoughtful silence. Harry seemed to wrestle with his own thoughts, the weight of Y/N’s words evident in the furrow of his brow. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. “You know, Lass, you’re not what I expected. There’s something about you, something that makes me think maybe, just maybe, there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

Y/N’s gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes searching his for any sign of him lying. “And what does that mean for me?”

Harry’s expression was unreadable, a mask of guarded contemplation. “It means,” he said slowly, “that you’re not entirely alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, there’s more to be learned from each other than either of us thought.”

As the silence stretched between them, the tension in the cell seemed to ease, if only slightly. Harry moved closer to the bars, his fingers gripping the cold metal as he leaned in, his face inches from Y/N’s. “Why do you trust me enough to talk about her?” he asked, his voice a hushed murmur.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t know if I trust you,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “But I think you’re different from most. There’s something in you that’s... kind.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, a mixture of frustration and longing flickering in their depths. “Kindness is a dangerous thing around here.” he warned, his voice barely audible. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re bringing out a part of me I thought I’d lost.”

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the cell seemed to disappear. The tension between them crackled with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Harry’s hand reached through the bars, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s cheek, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Harry...” Y/N’s voice was a breathless whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Y/N,” he replied, his voice heavy with an emotion he couldn’t name. “Be careful. This... whatever this is between us... it’s dangerous.”

Y/N’s hand covered his, their fingers entwining through the cold metal bars. “I know.” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “But I’m willing to take the risk if you are.”

Harry’s eyes softened, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re something else, Lass. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I promise you this, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

-----

The nights grew colder, and Harry’s visits became a small comfort. However, one fateful night, the tranquility shattered as the ship was attacked by a rival gang of villains. The sounds of battle swords clashing, men shouting filled the air, growing louder as the intruders neared.

Y/N's heart pounded as the chaos drew closer, each step of the invaders echoing her rising dread. The cold metal of her cell door creaked open violently, the sound slicing through the din like a knife. A rough hand yanked her from her confinement, dragging her into the harsh light of the battle-torn deck.

"Look what we have here," one of the attackers sneered, his breath hot and foul against her ear. He gripped her waist with brutal force, his fingers digging into her skin. "A pretty little thing, aren’t you?"

Terror surged through her veins as she struggled against his iron grip. Another attacker, his eyes gleaming with malice, leaned in close, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke.

"Why don’t you give us a kiss, darling?" he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. Y/N turned her head away, revulsion twisting her stomach.

“Get away from me!” she cried, her voice trembling with fear. She twisted in their grasp, desperate to escape their leering faces and grasping hands.

"Help! Someone, please!" Y/N’s voice trembled, barely audible over the surrounding tumult. Her pleas seemed swallowed by the night, lost in the brutal frenzy.

Her captors laughed at her desperation, their taunts ringing in her ears. “Scream all you want, girl. No one’s coming for you.”

But they were wrong.

Harry’s blood boiled when he saw the attackers’ rough treatment of Y/N. With a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he burst onto the deck, his sword gleaming with deadly intent. His eyes blazed with fury, locked onto Y/N even as he swung his weapon with lethal precision.

"Back off, you scurvy dogs!" Harry's voice was a thunderclap of rage. "Touch her again, and I’ll have you all walk the plank!"

The attackers hesitated, the ferocity of Harry’s assault breaking their resolve. They had underestimated him, and now they were paying the price. One by one, they began to retreat, their faces pale with fear as Harry cut a swath through their ranks, his determination an unmistakable force.

The attacker holding Y/N released her, shoving her roughly to the ground. She scrambled back, her heart racing, watching as Harry fought like a man possessed. Each swing of his sword was a vow to protect her, his movements a blur of deadly grace.

One of the attackers, emboldened by desperation, lunged at Harry with a dagger. Harry parried the blow effortlessly, his sword flashing in the dim light as he disarmed and incapacitated the man with brutal efficiency.

When the last of the attackers had fled into the night, Harry's attention turned to Y/N. She stood trembling, her face pale, tears carving silent paths down her cheeks. Her eyes met his, wide and haunted, a mix of fear and relief swirling in their depths.

Harry approached her slowly, his expression softening, the pirate's fury melting into concern. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch a grounding anchor against the storm of her emotions.

“It’s over now,” Harry said softly, his voice a soothing balm against her raw nerves. “You’re safe.”

Y/N collapsed against him, her body wracked with sobs. Harry held her tightly, his embrace a shield against the horrors of tonight. For a moment, the world was reduced to the two of them, the warmth of his presence pushing back the cold grip of fear.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. “I was so scared…”

“I know,” Harry murmured, his hand stroking her hair gently. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not ever again.”

-----

His arms wrapped around her, carefully lifting her in his arms. Y/N’s heart fluttered as she felt his warmth and strength surrounding her. She buried her face in his neck, her tears flowing freely. The world outside seemed to fade as Harry carried her through the remaining chaos, his movements both strong and tender.

“Harry…” Y/N’s voice was muffled against his skin. “They—they were touching me… I was so scared.”

Harry’s breath hitched at her words. He tightened his embrace, his heart aching at the thought of her suffering. He carried her to his quarters, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light around the room. Gently, he set her down on the bed and knelt beside her, his eyes full of concern.

“No one will ever touch you like that again,” Harry vowed, his voice firm yet gentle. “I swear it on my life.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and increasing affection. “Thank you for protecting me, Harry. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Harry’s gaze softened. He brushed a stray tear from her cheek, his touch light and comforting. “You don’t need to worry about that. You’re mine to protect, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

The room was filled with an intense, charged silence. Harry’s hand gently cupped Y/N’s cheek as he leaned in closer. His gaze was locked on hers, his eyes burning with a mixture of fierce protectiveness and deep affection.

Slowly, he pulled her closer, his hook wrapping around her waist in a tender embrace. With a gentle yet firm grip, he tilted her chin up with his other hand. The proximity between them was electric, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Harry’s lips hovered near hers.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft, reassuring touch that spoke of his promises and his unspoken feelings. As the kiss deepened, it became more passionate, filled with the urgency of their emotions and the relief of their survival.

Y/N’s hands found their way to Harry’s chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. She clung to him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself in the moment.

When they finally broke apart, their breaths mingling in the warm, intimate space, Harry’s eyes were filled with a mixture of relief and something deeper, something that Y/N recognized as love.

“I’m yours.” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. “I want to stay here with you. I want to be where I belong.”

Harry’s eyes shone with a mixture of pride and tenderness. “And I’m yours, Lass. I’d let the world flood if it means knowing you are safe.”

Y/N felt a profound sense of safety wash over her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of Harry’s face, committing every detail to memory. The flickering lantern light played off his features, casting shadows that danced and flickered with a life of their own.

“I never knew I could feel this way,” she admitted, her voice soft and filled with wonder. “Like I’m whole when I’m with you.”

Harry’s expression softened even further, and he took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to her palm. “You complete me, Y/N. You’re my strength and my reason. I’d do anything to see you smile again.”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, but this time they were tears of joy and overwhelming emotion. “You already have,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “You saved me, Harry. In more ways than one.”

Harry’s eyes glittered with unshed tears of his own as he pulled her into another embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively. They sat there for a long moment, holding each other, finding comfort and strength in their shared connection.

Finally, Harry pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a serious expression. “We’ll face whatever comes next together. You and me. No one can stand against us.”

Y/N nodded, a sense of determination filling her. “Together.” she agreed, her voice steady and confident. “Always.”

They stayed close, the warmth of their bodies mingling as they found comfort in each other's presence. Outside, the world continued its relentless march, but inside Harry’s quarters, time seemed to stand still, allowing them a precious moment of peace and love.

Harry brushed his lips against her forehead, a gentle promise of his unwavering commitment. “Rest now, Lass. You’re safe with me.”

With a sigh of contentment, Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax fully for the first time in what felt like forever.

-----

With the dawn of a new day, Y/N knew she had to make a choice. The locket’s magic had brought her here, but if she wanted to truly stay with Harry, she had to break the bond that tethered her to her world. Without hesitation, she took her mothers locket no matter how much it meant to her and broke it, the magic dissolving into the morning light.

Harry watched her with a mixture of pride and deep affection. As the last piece of the locket crumbled, he pulled her into a close embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

“You’ve chosen to stay,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “And I’ll be here, always.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a profound sense of belonging.

He took a deep breath, the weight of his words heavy with promise. “I want more for you than just this Isle of the Lost. You deserve a life full of beauty and opportunity, not one mired in darkness and danger. I’ll get us out of here. We’ll find our way to Auradon, and I’ll give you the life you’ve always dreamed of.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart swelling with emotion. “Harry, I don’t care where we go or what we do, as long as I’m with you. You’re my home.”

Harry’s gaze softened. “Then we’ll make a new home together. I promise you, Lass, I’ll fight every step of the way to give you the life you deserve.”

As they were completely lost in each other's embrace, the door to Harry’s quarters creaked open. Uma, the formidable pirate queen and Harry’s captain, stepped inside. Her eyes flared with curiosity and a hint of amusement as she took in the scene before her.

“Well, well, well,” Uma drawled, her voice filled with her usual commanding presence. “Seems like you two have been busy. Thought I’d check in on my first mate and supposed to be prisoner.”

Harry’s posture stiffened, but he quickly masked his surprise with a smirk. “Just taking care of things, Uma.”

Uma’s gaze softened slightly as she looked at Y/N. “You’ve caused quite a stir, girl. This place is no vacation. But if Harry’s vouching for you, you must be something special.”

Y/N, feeling a bit awkward under Uma’s scrutiny, managed a small smile. “I’m just trying to find my way.”

Uma nodded, her expression becoming more serious. “Well, if you’re sticking around, you’d better be prepared. Life here isn’t exactly gentle.”

“I’ve learned that the hard way,” Y/N admitted.

Uma’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Good. Because you’ll need all the strength you can get. But if you’re with Harry, that’s a good start. He’s not one to take chances with those he cares about.”

Y/N glanced at Harry, who looked back at her with a mixture of pride and affection. Uma’s approval meant something—especially if it meant a smoother journey ahead.

“Well, since you’re both set on staying,” Uma continued, her tone softer, “let’s make sure you’re prepared. Harry, we need to talk about our next move. And you, Y/N, might as well come along. If you’re with Harry, you’ll be part of the crew. It’s best to know what you’re getting into.”

With Uma’s words hanging in the air, Y/N felt a newfound sense of determination. As Harry’s hand slipped into hers, she knew they were on the brink of a new chapter, one that promised adventure, challenges, and a future built together.

----------------------------------------------------------

Copyright: All stories contained herein are the intellectual property of the author. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, or distribution of these stories, in whole or in part, without explicit written permission from the author, is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action. Respect the creator's rights and creativity. For permissions or inquiries, please contact: [email protected].

Request Guidelines: When submitting a request, please ensure that your request does not contain any explicit sexual content or graphic depictions, and avoid any form of extreme violence or graphic descriptions of violent acts. I appreciate your understanding and cooperation in maintaining a respectful and inclusive environment for all readers. If you're unsure about your request or want to request about someone I haven't written about yet, feel free to ask me anytime.

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #harry hook x reader #harry hook x yn #harry hook x you #fanfic #fanfiction #y/n #x reader #reader #disney #isle of the lost #disney descendants #harry hook oneshot #oneshot #harry hook imagine #imagine

104 notes · View notes

yana-bananai · 3 months ago

Text

It had become a running joke among the crew. Harry Hook, notorious for his boldness and sharp wit, would turn into an entirely different person whenever you were around. On any other day, he was loud, brash, and confident—swaggering about with his hook slung over his shoulder, a cocky grin always plastered on his face. But the second you walked onto the docks? All bets were off.

The first time it happened, Uma and Gil just stared, dumbfounded. You were helping carry supplies down to the ship, not expecting to catch anyone’s attention, but the moment Harry caught sight of you, he froze mid-sentence, his expression shifting from his usual smirk to something much softer. Uma smirked knowingly, elbowing Gil, and they both watched as Harry fumbled with the ropes he’d been tying, his usual swagger completely gone.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, scratching the back of his neck in a way that was almost…shy. Shy, and Harry Hook didn’t go together, and yet, here he was, trying and failing to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.

You smiled and gave him a casual wave, “Hey, Harry.”

Uma couldn’t help but chuckle as Harry’s entire face lit up like you’d handed him buried treasure. He started rambling, tripping over his words in a way that was borderline embarrassing. “Y-y’know, if you need any help carryin’ those supplies or…or anything else, really, just—just say the word, alright?”

Gil snickered, nudging Uma. “Look at him, he’s completely lost it.”

Harry shot him a glare, snapping back to his usual self for half a second, but the moment you looked back at him, his entire demeanor softened again. He straightened up, trying to look cool and composed, but you could see the nervous way he fiddled with his hook, a little grin tugging at his lips every time you looked his way.

“Thanks, Harry,” you replied, trying not to laugh at his change in behavior. “I think I can manage, but… I’ll let you know if I need a hand.”

At that, Harry’s grin widened, practically glowing. He tried to play it off with a casual shrug, but his friends weren’t buying it. The moment you walked past, Gil and Uma burst out laughing, and Harry’s face went red.

“You’re pathetic,” Uma teased, folding her arms and shaking her head. “It’s painfully obvious, you know.”

Harry glared at her, though the blush on his cheeks said it all. “Shut it, both of ye,” he muttered, but his gaze drifted back to you, completely unable to hide the dopey grin on his face.

#x male reader #fluff #descendants x male reader #descendants #descendants x reader #Harry hook #Harry hook x male reader

117 notes · View notes

allwaswell16 · 9 months ago

Text

A fic rec of One Direction fics where at least one of the main characters is a pirate as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🏴‍☠️ Swim In The Smoke by whoknows *

(E, 101k, captain Harry) “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth.

🏴‍☠️ Resist Everything Except Temptation by Lis *

(E, 100k, captain Harry) The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

🏴‍☠️ Ace of Spades (series) by @allwaswell16 *

(E, 90k, omegaverse) Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

🏴‍☠️ A Sea Without Water, A Compass Without Direction. by loveraging *

(T, 84k, omegaverse) ”Tell me, Louis,” Captain Styles said, leaning forward a little. ”D’you think I’m an idiot?”

🏴‍☠️ Sodalite & Aventurine by @forreveries

(E, 80k, secret identity) The one where, in his travels to find Swan’s elusive treasure, Captain Louis Tomlinson of the Black Dagger discovers he has a stowaway onboard - a stowaway who is rather tall and pretty and pouty and can spout off Shakespearean poetry as though he had written it.

🏴‍☠️ Si Pudiera Volar by @softfonds

(E, 69k, based on Corazon Salvaje) When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart.

🏴‍☠️ Into The Mist by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(M, 63k, captain Louis) Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

🏴‍☠️ The Pirate and The Piper by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom *

(E, 38k, Peter Pan au) the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

🏴‍☠️ I Sail With You by AFangirlFantasy / @afangirlfantasy *

(T, 35k, pirate Louis) Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later.

🏴‍☠️ In Your Black Heart (Is Where You'll Find Me) by graceling_in_a_suit

(E, 35k, omegaverse) Louis Tomlinson has been lying for five years. His crew sees him as a pirate, a Captain, and an alpha; only two of those are the truth.

🏴‍☠️ Lead Butterfly by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 32k, secret identity) When the ship Harry lives on is boarded and overtaken by the crew of The Lady Charlotte, he thinks it’s going to be the end of the line. What he’s not expecting is to be brought onto the ship and provided safe passage.

🏴‍☠️ I Don't Have a Choice (But I'd Still Choose You) by Wishingforloushair / @wishingforloushair

(E, 31k, captain Louis) The men discover a stowaway on the ship, and to Louis' utter shock the man is Lord Styles, the man who broke Louis' heart years earlier and drove him out to sea in the first place.

🏴‍☠️ Sail Across Me by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 21k, royal au) Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures.

🏴‍☠️ why take your life when you give it so willingly by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 19k, enemies to lovers) When Louis Tomlinson, Captain of The Rogue, ends up adrift at sea after Captain Cowell attacks his ship, he is surprised to find his enemy, Captain Styles, coming to his rescue.

🏴‍☠️ Gentle Rogue by @juliusschmidt

(E, 15k, captain Louis) Harry bets Nick a hundred pounds he can get Louis to sleep with him. He wins the wager and a thorough fucking.

🏴‍☠️ I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead by Cyantific / @beyondxmeasure

(T, 13k, crossover) Where the Adore You music video ends and the Our Flag Means Death story begins.

🏴‍☠️ come my love be one with the sea by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(M, 6k, mermaid Harry) Pirate captain Louis gets saved from the storm by mermaid Harry, and grows particularly fond of this mysterious creature.

🏴‍☠️ Tide's Deathless Death by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 4k, captain Harry) He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.

🏴‍☠️ Set Sail With No Compass by @zarah5

(M, 4k, captain Harry) Pirate AU. That's it; that's the summary.

🏴‍☠️ She's Never Been One to Stay At Home by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 2k, girl direction) Harry Styles is the daughter of the governor in Port Royal, and a mysterious band of pirates is terrorizing the town.

🏴‍☠️ Tied Up Like Two Ships by @enchantedlandcoffee

(T, 2k, rivals) Captain Styles wakes up to find his rival and old friend, Captain Tomlinson, aboard his ship.

- Rare Pairs -

🏴‍☠️ I was a king under your control by frenchkiss

(M, 8k, Zayn/Liam) Liam Payne, co-captain of The Rogue and notoriously fierce pirate of the Seven Seas, meets runaway Zayn Malik. This is their love story.

🏴‍☠️ I've Never Painted Daisies on a Big Red Rubber Ball by tomlinsunshine*

(NR, 6k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw) It's a Pirate AU. Guns, puns, and tons of fun.

#weeklyficrec #ficrec #hljournal #hlcreators #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hltracks #larry fanfiction

123 notes · View notes

jeffrey-lionheart · 2 months ago

Text

INTRODUCTION🦁💛

SUBJECT TO CHANGE

BYI (Before You Interact): I am a True Crime account, focused on Jeffrey Dahmer and his ship with Richard Ramirez (CannibalStalker). I also ship Dylric, i.e. Dylan Klebold x Eric Harris, the Columbine shooters; Lansen: Which is Adam Lanza- the Sandy Hook Shooter- and Dennis Nilsen - the Muswell Hill Murderer. And lastly Rydam, which is Adam Lanza and his brother, Ryan Lanza.

(I DO NOT CONDONE)

I am a proshipper, comshipper, and darkshipper. If you're an anti, block and move on. Don't waste your energy on me.

I am also pro-paraphilia but anti-contact.

DNI (Do Not Interact): I use the block button freely. I’ll usually use it for accounts that are anti-tcc, anti-shipping, ed focused, or politically focused. If you fall in that category, liking and reblogging is fine, but following is not. Because I won’t follow you back and I will block you instead.

Name: Lionheart

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 19

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Heteroflexible

Pets: Luna, my cat

Hobbies: Writing, playing video games, (sometimes) reading & drawing

Birthday: Jan 4

Media I Like/Fandoms:

American Horror Story (AHS)

- Coven

- 1984

- Murder House

- Hotel

Andi Mack

Aphmau-verse

- Minecraft Diaries

- MyStreet

- Phoenix Drop High

The A Song of Ice and Fire Franchise (ASOIAF)

- Fire & Blood (F&B)

- Game of Thrones (GOT)

- House of the Dragon (HOTD)

Bridgerton

The Big Bang Theory

- Young Sheldon

Class of ‘09

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Dream Daddy: A Dating Simulator (DDADS)

Dune-verse

Euphoria

Eyes Wide Shut

Genshin Impact

God of War

Harry Potter (HP)

Insatiable

Killing Stalking (KS)

Miyagi-verse

- Cobra Kai

- The Karate Kid Trilogy

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Mystic Messenger

Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

Riordanverse

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians

- Heroes of Olympus

Riverdale

Scream Queens

Shameless

Skyrim

Stranger Things

Superbad

The Assassin’s Creed Franchise

- Assassin's Creed Origins

- Assassin's Creed Valhalla

- The Ezio Trilogy

The Black Phone (TBP)

The Boys

- Gen V

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

The Monster High franchise

The Scott Pilgrim franchise

The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives

The Umbrella Academy (TUA)

The Vampire Diaries Franchise (TVDU)

- The Vampire Diaries (TVD)

- The Originals (TO)

- Legacies (TL)

The White Lotus

True Crime Community

- Jeffrey Dahmer

- The Columbine Shooters (Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold)

- Adam Lanza

- Lyle & Erik Menendez

- Dennis Nilsen

- Richard Ramirez

Under the Banner of Heaven

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Wednesday

You

Yuri on Ice!!!

White Chicks

21 Jump Street

Favorites:

Animal: House cat

Book: ASOIAF series (still reading)

Color: Pink (this acc is yellow & orange themed)

Dessert: Cherry pie

Drink: Ginger ale

Food: Medium rare steak & pepperoni pizza with red pepper flakes

Movie: Superbad

Musical Artist: Michael Jackson

Show: Death Note

Video Game: Assassin’s Creed Origins

I’ve been in TCC since Nov 2024 but have been interested in true crime since 2022, after the Dahmer series came out.

You should also know I’m hornier than a mfer, so if u hate that, beat it. Because I will use this blog for my gooning.

Boundaries: No nudes or random trauma dumping in dms; Don’t be overtly mean. If you're younger than 16, don't flirt with me. (Unless you’re joking)

Other Interests: Fanfic; Fantasy; Genealogy; Forensics; Psychology

41 notes · View notes

panthera-tigris-venenata · 23 days ago

Text

The history of the colour turquise

Uma stands at the command bridge of her ship, idly playing with the charms on her teal jacket, and thinking about nothing, until her mind drifts away, to the day she had decided to step from her mother’s colours and claim her own.

It had been a long ago: Back when Uma still wore her mother’s colours, and her wild hair tucked under a bandana instead of a pirate hat. Back when they used to run with Mal and Jay, she and Harry.

They were thick as thieves, the four of them, always getting into some sort of trouble – that was the way of the Isle in general, but the Isle’s criminals didn’t take kindly to tiny Villain brats running under their feet. Which is, of course, exactly what they were doing.

Well, that, and pickpocketing.

Figures.

They were good at it, too, always managing to slip off into the Isle’s shadows and away until they could giggle over their treasures together.

(The Facilier shadow witches were barely old enough to toddle back then, she thinks.)

Of course, they would lose the things soon, distracted by something else, little as they were, or to their parents, which Uma still shudders about to this day. The Villains were a lot of things, but caring parents, they were not.

Occasionally, Harriet would join in for a while, to get out of the port like her and Harry, or to steal the trinkets from Harry – siblings love at its finest. They still do that, the Hook siblings, Uma knows, except now CJ is in the mix, which just makes things all the more interesting.

Uma would know: she had watched Harry retrieve a pair of her earrings that somehow found its way up to the belltower of Frollo’s church.

She is pretty sure Claudine was involved, one way or another.

But either way, back then, it was a day like any other, on the Isle: Dark and overcast, with the vague forecast of imminent death. Uma was wearing a black leather jacket, liberated from some poor soul or another that drowned in the port, and in turn, the jacket was drowning her. Not literally, of course, Uma could not drown, but still. The crudely drawn octopus which Mal sprayed on a few days back did barely anything to make the jacket feel hers; they were unwanted kids leading stolen lives, even back then.

Uma thinks they always knew it.

They were playing in the cemetery that day, but eventually had gotten bored of playing tag in between the graves, or hide-and-seek: They fit into the darkness like they were born into it, but they knew each other's tells too well.

Mal always tended to hide near the rose bushes, and Jay loved getting high up. And Harry, well, Harry rarely got out of her sight, really, even in those games. She almost smiles, remembering that.

But they’ve left the graveyard, for better or worse, it was far too close to the school anyway – It was before Dr Facilier snapped and forced Captain Hook to establish another school, if he wants his kids to have education: Exact words were „Nope. One of your kids is enough. I’m glad you appreciate education, but I’M NOT DEALING WITH THAT.“ End quote.

The Hook siblings always did have a way of getting into people’s heads.

So, to the marketplace it was: Harry and Jay raced ahead, while Uma and Mal went down through the Isle’s dark alleys, their black and purple blending in almost perfectly.

Uma is not really sure what went on that day: She thinks maybe Mal wanted to check on Maddy, or maybe she had wanted to walk by the Queen of Hearts’ vacant front of a salon – never used – to marvel at the fascinating remains of Wonderland.

But either way, they were headed to the market, just – a bit later, you know. Fashionably late.

Late enough that when they arrived, the marketplace was in chaos. Uma despised it, a chaos that she hadn’t caused, but maybe, she thought, Harry and Jay just didn’t wait for them and had some fun. That’d be acceptable.

Except, that was not what happened: Mal had scaled a stand selling scarves and whatanot, to the immense exasperation of the shopkeep that neither of the girls really cared about. Uma remembers snapping at the woman – all but throwing a tantrum, in retrospect – and trailing her hands around the bright fabricks as she waited for Mal to say if she had seen the boys.

She had not, in the end, and Uma had long since decided it was another thing she could hold against the fae. The few extra moments it’d take her to find Harry that day.

She had heard him before she had seen him, yelling her name. She saw him then, in the crowd, looking utterly frantic and lost: she yelled back at him, kept hoping he’s see her: He looked around, but his eyes: She had grown familiar with that look since.

He wasn’t seeing much in that moment.

But still, she had kept hoping, little as she were, that he’d notice her as she weaved through the crowd.

He didn’t, of course he didn‘t.

Finally, she got through to him, tapped his shoulder to startle him into noticing her.

„Uma–“

She didn’t have time to reply before he wrapped himself around her in a hug and held on for dear life. (She had few bruises from that day, but if they came from Harry, she never held it against him.)

„Let’s go out of here,“ she said and practically dragged him away, until they reached a semi-deserted alley. Still, she didn’t let go of his hand.

„Are you– Are you okay?“ she stuttered, knowing she shouldn’t ask that question, shouldn’t look like she cares.

Well, fuck that pretense.

He had tears in his eyes then, the irises wide in – terror? Panic? And Uma had tried to forget that expression few times.

She is not sure what he answered, after all the years, but she knows he had turned the question immediately back at her, and then: „I couldn’t see you there. I couldn‘t find you–“

„I was right there,“ she lied back then.

She was not, not for a while, and then, she was too late. He wouldn’t notice her, just another small body, another figure clad in black in a sea of them. Of course he couldn’t find her there.

„I’m right there,“ she repeated. She’d like to believe she had hugged him at this point, but, memory is a good liar.

They went back to the port without bothering to say bye to Mal and Jay that day, and quickly after, Uma disappeared into the centre proper again.

She had gone shopping: bright teal shawl and a jacket, that went against everything she was ever taught: Don’t be seen. Hide. Work from the shadows.

But – Harry would never not see her in the crowd again, and for Uma, that is what matters, even after all these years.

Not the ugly fight she had with Mal over it – they fight the way only unwanted daughters of Villains could, and both came out bloody – but this.

The way Harry says her name, the way he calls her his Captain.

She smiles at that.

„What’s so funny, my northern star?“ her first mate asks.

This.

This was worth throwing the security of her mother’s colours away.

His northern star – he had given her that nickname a while ago, claiming she always gave him direction, purpose: he had been terribly sappy that night. But Uma didn’t mind. She would gladly do that for him, had done since they were kids.

„Nothing,“ she says, still unable to stop smiling.

„If you say so–“ He doesn’t look like he believes her, and so, she draws him in for a kiss: Maybe to change his mind, maybe just because she can

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #mal bertha

28 notes · View notes

euphoric-dramione · 9 months ago

Text

April Dramione fanfic wrap-up *with links*

Amor Vincit Omnia by Twin_Flame_Blues: a cute second-chance healing romance. i’m not usualully very much into these tropes, but i really enjoyed reading this. it was very long, considering that not that much was actually happening, but it was still easy to read and i always wanted to come back to it when i had to put it down.

Rosemary for Remembrance by rubber_soul02: a beatiful healing fic with a found family trope where draco is abit angsty but worthy of redepmtion and hermione is a bit darker because of her trauma that she cannot easily move on from.

Timeless by alexandra_emerson: i liked the idea of this fic, the complexity of time and relationships in that complex time, but the more it went on, the more it just became a bore. it was really repetitive too.

A Season For Setting Fires by mighbewriting: i feel like this fic was the perfect lenght - i didn’t get bored of it and it kept my attention throughout the whole story. i liked the idea very much, the writing was brilliant and the plot really hooked me. i feel like for a wartime fic it was a bit too sappy but i still really enjoyed it. the ending, i feel, was sort of the weakest poitn, otherwise i would’ve given this fic the highest grade.

Soft As It Began by rubber_soul02: i definitely did not read this fic because of the mystery aspect, but i loved that it was actually entertaining and i really wanted to find out what happened to harry. the chemistry between our ship was also really good.

Lumos & Lattes by magicalmolly: i liked this fic and was hooked on from the beginning, but i think it didn’t know what genre it wanted to be: a fluffy coffee shop au, a smutty fic, a healing and redemption fic, a dark murder fic, an angsty fic, a fluffy fic? by the end, i still don’t know. i don’t think the author is entirely sure either.

Love & Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud: i wasn’t impressed by this. found it really dull and boring and repetitive. not that i’m a big fan of regency, but i thought i was a fan of time travel. maybe i’m not?

Break Her by BareWithMeHoney: dark and twisted, ust how i love it, alhtough very much out of character and many of the decisions h and d made really did not make sense. i also feel like thif fic explained more and showed little, but i still really enjoyed it.

Things We Say In The Dark by rubber_soul02: this was such a beautiful academic fic, although i wouldn’t say it was dark acdemia, but it definitely had academic vibes. i loved the characterization of draco and hermione, as well as their interactions and relationship. also, the side pairing of theo and harry hit me hard in the best way possible.

Ten out of Ten by morriganmercy: a fun marriage law smutty fic that i read in one sitting.

On The Nature Of Daylight by ikorous: i ate this fic up in 20 hours because i was obsessed with it. this type of smut and toxic draco was all i ever needed. although i have to admit this fic is not the best written and there are plot holes, but the plot just absolutely doesn’t matter here. this is the type of bad boy x good girl dynamic i’m talking about. the ending though, i have to say, was not very satisfactory, but i also don’t see any other way this could’ve ended.

Things We're All Too Young To Know by eevans: the first half of this fic was absolutely brilliant, but right after draco found out that hermione was preteding to be daphne, it seems like the whole ansgt and chemistry simply evaporated and i was left with nothing. overall, a quite fun fic, although i found the second hafl to be boring.

ONE-SHOTS:

Paris by Twin_Flame_Blues

A Bit of a Mess by slytherindiaries

Amortentia by LadyMidnight87

DNFs:

The Binding by Curly_Kay

Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls

#dramione #draco malfoy #fanfiction #hermione granger #aesthetic #fanfic #booktok #ao3 #books

89 notes · View notes

aethon-recs · 1 year ago

Text

23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 (Longfic Edition)

Happy New Year! 🤍 Here is a round-up of some of the most engaging multi-chaptered works/longfics that I came across in this ship in 2023.

I found each of these fics, in their depiction of the ship, to be a fresh or surprising take on our familiar beloved characters of Harry and Tom|Voldemort, truly groundbreaking in some way in their approach to the ship. It's amazing to me that even after 20+ years of this ship existing, there's still new themes / tropes / dynamics to explore, and the authors are all so talented in making me think about the ship in some new way — just incredible examples of what it means to be a transformative work of fanfiction.

Criteria for this list: multi-chaptered, Tomarrymort-centric, with at least 1 update published in 2023. As with a previous longfic rec list, I tried to find longer fics that were relatively under-rated (which is hard to define, but below 2K kudos for the most part).

See here for Part 1 (2023 Tomarrymort one-shots), and hope you lose many many happy hours to the unbridled joy of immersing yourself in one or more of these incredibly addictive, lovely longer fics!

23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 — Multi-Chaptered Fics

A Darkness by Any Other Name by river_marrow (M, 30k, WIP)

Decades after the war ends, Harry is thrown through the Veil, and finds himself in an alternate reality where the leader of the Muggleborn uprising is the Dark Lord Voldemort.

A Dead God's Faith by @selfishrot (M, 35k, WIP)

Blood and spittle rush to follow Riddle’s words that are dragged out through a wrecked throat. “I will consume you.” Harry felt a thrill run up his spine, along with the usual fear and anger that accompanied Voldemort's threats. “Be gentle, I can feel your soul ripping its stitches.”

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 81k, WIP)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to. When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

At the expense of the world by @itsevanffs (E, 24k, WIP)

"He had a lover, you know," Jenkins says to Remus once Harry's behind a wall and out of sight again. "A boy, and a gorgeous one at that. Nobody really knew where he came from, and Tom didn't seem to favour him either, at first, but by the end, he was besotted."

Bitumen by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 32k, WIP)

Harry finds out the hard way that Dementors can’t digest Horcruxes. Now separated from his body, his best option is to seek out a similar soul for help. A love story about immortals with too much time to kill.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 25k, WIP)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings wrap all around Harry until no more than dark magic and devotion remains, along with visions of a wraith with red eyes.

Exceeding Expectations by @mosiva (E, 56k, complete)

Harry Potter’s life ran along very different lines than Tom Riddle’s. He knew nothing more of the man than he read in the Daily Prophet. Then they get stuck in a lift together.

Exegesis by liquoricepantomime (M, 38k, WIP)

In exchange for peace, Voldemort asks for Harry Potter. And so, there is a new legacy that forms — of The-Boy-Who-Was-Sold, and his childhood spent in a castle, with a man who has killed his parents. A man who is mad, and whose ire reigns fiery hell. A man he will marry, and yet knows nothing about.

found by @honbug (E, 112k, WIP)

Tom knows from the beginning that he is destined for greatness. Nothing and no one will stop him from achieving his goals. (And then, of course, there are the dreams.)

hook, line, and sinker by @purplemineralwater (E, 21k, WIP)

Harry asks Professor Riddle for help in killing Voldemort. Riddle is endlessly amused.

if we were lovers by @reggieblk (E, 277k, complete)

When Harry arrives at the most prestigious theatrical school in the country, he doesn't have many expectations. The most unexpected thing he encounters is Tom Riddle, and subsequently, falling in love with the only other person who deals with feelings as well as him. But maybe, just maybe, he and Tom will find out that not all love stories have to end in tragedy.

Lover's Spit by @blogalinda & @k3uuu (E, 123k, WIP)

Following his father's arrest on a dull hot Sunday in North Yorkshire, 10-year-old Tom Riddle becomes a dark internet sensation. If Harry Potter listened to his father, he would never speak to Riddle again. But eight years after the arrest, an unexpected and painful encounter leads Harry to reconsider events — and arrive at a conclusion all his own.

One Year In Every Ten by @saintsenara (E, 189k, WIP)

A decade after the final battle, a serial killer emerges, with a message that proclaims the Dark Lord has risen again. Harry is assigned to the case.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Paved With the Best Intentions by @perhaps-sunlight (M, 113k, WIP)

Instead of dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort de-ages into an infant. Until he becomes old enough to be legally executed, he will be magically bound to Harry.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison in an A/B/O alternate universe setting.

Revolution of Configured Stars by @tollingreminiscentbells (E, 110k, WIP)

In a Voldemort Wins AU, Harry Potter was spared, and enters his seventh year at Hogwarts wanting to do Arithmancy research and keep his head down. However, after a chance encounter, it looks like it may not be so simple. Marvolo Gaunt seems to have his eye on Harry. The trouble is, Harry has no idea why.

Tender Reigns Our Night by @noumena-writes (M, 93k, WIP)

Sent on a Ministry mission to fight for magic's survival, Harry goes back in time with two simple objectives: find and destroy any existing Horcruxes, and stop Tom Riddle ever evolving into Voldemort — using any means necessary. Harry thus finds himself working alongside Riddle at Borgin and Burke's, examining dark artefacts and desperately trying to fulfil his orders.

the demiurge, the leontoeides by @ramabear (E, 125k, WIP)

Thomas Gaunt reaches through the dimensions and plucks an eleven-year-old Harry Potter from his world and brings him home again.

the eternal flame by @duplicitywrites (E, 25k, WIP)

There’s a well-dressed older man who enters the orphanage asking after Tom Riddle. The man’s green eyes fix on Tom’s face, searching and searching. “My name is Harry Gaunt,�� the man says, the tenor of his voice soft and faltering, a reflection of Tom's deepest, most secret anxieties, “and I’m here to adopt you.”

the righteous dead by @aspengray (T, 23k, WIP)

Harry is resurrected, sewn together with thread and magic. He remembers nothing except that he loves his savior, a man named Voldemort.

The Longing by @aglassroseneverfades (M, 33k, WIP)

Harry is not thinking of his parents right now as he trudges up to Voldemort’s eerie castle. He is thinking instead, as he often does, of a name that burns too brightly on his wrist in the pre-dawn light. He is wondering if somehow the fruitless tugging on his heart means that somewhere, some way, Tom is watching over him.

With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally (M, 157k, WIP)

A Hunger Games-AU featuring Harry and Tom as competing champions. Harry has a saving people thing. It’s not conducive to surviving a battle royale. He doesn’t fancy his chances. Especially against Tom Riddle.

#tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #hp fic recs #longfic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #harrymort recs #2023 reads #2023 recs

446 notes · View notes

dovesdreaming · 4 months ago

Text

Lights across the water

Summary: After noticing a flashing light from the isle of the lost you reply by flashing your own light, this turns into a daily routine for years until you come face to face with the culprit behind the light. Imagination needed for the barrier around auradon

Request

Masterlist

For as long as you could remember, there was a light that flashed across the water from the Isle of the Lost. It was nothing more than a faint glimmer in the distance, barely visible through the swirling mists that separated Auradon from the Isle, but you always noticed it. You were the child of Peter Pan, forever longing for adventure, for the wild winds and seas your father had once soared across. But instead, you were stuck in Auradon, where everything was perfect, too perfect. Life in Auradon had grown boring, a gilded cage with no escape. But that light? That little flicker that sparked across the water? It felt like freedom. At first, it was nothing, just a curiosity, a coincidence, you thought. You’d sit on the docks late at night, staring out at the Isle, and then you’d see it. One single flash of light. So, you’d flash back with a small mirror you’d kept in your pocket. Flash once, and wait. A response. You smiled to yourself, thinking it was just a trick of the eyes or maybe some kid on the Isle playing around. But then it happened again. And again. Night after night, week after week. You began to look forward to it, eagerly rushing down to the docks, waiting for that glimmer of light from across the sea. It became a secret game between you and someone you didn’t know.

Years passed like this, the mysterious light becoming your constant companion. You didn’t know who it was or why they were signaling you, but you felt connected to them in a way you couldn’t explain. And you wondered, as time went on, if they felt the same.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry Hook leaned against the jagged rocks on the Isle, his sharp blue eyes scanning the horizon toward Auradon. He flicked his light back and forth, watching as the familiar response blinked in return. His lips curled into a smirk. He didn’t know who was on the other side, but for years, the little flashes of light had become his nightly ritual. There was something comforting about it, knowing someone on the other side of the barrier was reaching out to him. Someone from Auradon, the place he loathed. If only they knew it was him, the infamous Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, villain of villains. Would they still flash their light? No, he thought. They’d probably hate him like everyone else from Auradon. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from flashing the light back. He couldn’t explain why it mattered so much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the night of the Auradon Royal Ball when you finally saw him. You weren’t supposed to be out on the docks tonight, you were supposed to be mingling with princes and princesses, putting on your best behavior. But you’d grown tired of all the pomp and circumstance, needing some air, needing to feel the wind on your face. The Isle glimmered in the distance as always, but tonight it was different. There was a ship cutting through the mist, drawing closer to Auradon’s shores. Pirates. Villains. You recognized the flag, a symbol of the Isle’s most notorious crew.

Your heart pounded as the ship docked in secret. The pirates stepped off, but one caught your attention. Tall, lean, with a swagger that made him seem as if he owned the very ground he walked on. The moment his sharp eyes locked onto yours, something clicked. You knew. His hand, still holding a small, flashing lantern, dropped to his side.

The boy from the Isle. The one you’d been signaling all these years. It was him. You were frozen in place as he approached, his pirate coat billowing behind him, his hook gleaming in the moonlight. He smirked, tilting his head. “You” he said, voice low and dripping with mischief. “You’ve been flashin’ the light at me all these years, haven’t you?” You couldn’t believe it, Harry Hook. The notorious pirate you’d heard so much about from your father. Your supposed sworn enemy. He was the one you’d shared that secret connection with, all those late-night exchanges of light across the water. “I didn’t know it was you” you stammered, still in shock.

He chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his eyes scanning your face with a strange intensity. “Aye, if ye had known, would ye have stopped?” You hesitated. Would you have? The thought unsettled you. The truth was, despite everything you’d heard about the Isle, about villains like him, you had never felt more alive than during those moments of silent communication. Whoever he was, he’d become a part of your life. “No” you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. He seemed pleased by your answer, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Good, because neither would I”.

You felt a spark in the air between you, like the invisible connection you’d shared through the lights was manifesting in the real world. It didn’t make sense, Auradon and the Isle were supposed to be worlds apart. You were supposed to be enemies. And yet, here he was, standing in front of you, the boy who had made your heart race with every flash of light, the boy who had become your secret. But that didn’t mean you trusted him. Not yet. “Why did you do it?” you asked, your eyes narrowing slightly. “All those years… why flash back?” Harry shrugged, but there was something vulnerable in his gaze. “Maybe I liked knowin’ someone was watchin’. Maybe I liked knowin’ there was more to life than the Isle. Or maybe…” His voice dropped, turning into a teasing growl. “Maybe I just liked messin’ with ye”.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Of course. You’re impossible”. “Aye, lass, that I am” He stepped even closer, close enough for you to catch the scent of sea salt and leather. “But now, here we are. No more games, no more lights. Just you and me”. For a moment, you stood in silence, the tension thick between you. You knew who he was, Harry Hook, pirate, villain, everything you were supposed to hate. But he was also the boy you’d been talking to for years without even knowing it. The boy who had kept you company when you felt like you were trapped in Auradon’s golden cage. And now? Now you weren’t sure what to feel.

Before you could say anything else, Harry reached out, gently tilting your chin up with the curve of his hook. His eyes glimmered with mischief, but there was something softer there, too. Something real. “So” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “What happens now?”. You smiled despite yourself, feeling the thrill of adventure in your chest once again. Maybe this wasn’t how you’d imagined things turning out, but wasn’t that the point? Life was supposed to be unpredictable. Wild. Free. You leaned in just a little, meeting his gaze with a glint of challenge in your eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”. Harry’s smirk widened, and without another word, he captured your lips in a swift, daring kiss. A kiss that felt like the culmination of every flashing light, every unspoken word across the water. And in that moment, you knew.

Enemies or not, this was only the beginning.

#blog #fanfiction #fandom #x reader #x you #x y/n #disney #disney descendants x reader #disney descendants #disney channel x reader #disney x reader #descendants imagine #descendants x reader #descendants #harry hook headcanons #harry hook imagine #descendants harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook

104 notes · View notes

imahumashipper · 6 months ago

Note

i've seen many comments on an active huma account on tiktok that really pissed me off so bad

they keep saying that uma and harry are cousins, bc "ulyana and hook are together", they are together just because ulyana called him darling?

it's really annoying bc harry also called uma darling, but they never said that they were a couple and keep ignoring it

thoughts?

so made a post not to long ago like 1-2 months ago and I was just basically saying that I thought uliana and hook were the reason that Harry and Uma got together cause they introduced them to each other.

I don’t ship them together because yk Huma but I do think uliana used that as a pet name or just kinda making fun of him in a way because she was telling him his idea for revenge was bad.

uma doesn’t really call Harry ‘darling’ that’s more of a Harry thing and then people also ship Harry and mal and that’s more because dove and Thomas dated which is why more people don’t really ship Huma

but I don’t really care cause people can have their own opinions about a ship but i personally don’t ship uilana and hook cause I ship Huma but I do think uliana and hook would be their biggest ‘fans’ I know they would be the loudest cheering at their wedding

Thanks for the ask🤍

#uliana descendants #harry hook #harry and uma #descendants rise of red #hh/us #uma daughter of ursula #huma #captain hook

55 notes · View notes

anonymousewrites · 2 months ago

Text

Apple of My Eye Chapter Eight

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Eight: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Summary: While kidnapped by pirates, (Y/N) meets someone quite interesting.

(Y/N) and Ben groaned as they were thrown into the cell of a pirate ship. (Y/N) shifted and sat up, but with their hands bound behind their back, they couldn’t move easily, and neither could they escape.

“Are you alright?” said (Y/N), looking at Ben.

He nodded, also bound. “What do you think they want?”

“You’re the King. This is probably a ransom,” said (Y/N), clicking their tongue. “Hopefully, Evie has realized we’re gone by now and will figure it out.”

“Hey, uh, I’m not supposed to let you guys keep talking,” said Gil, standing at the bars of their cell.

“Can we escape?” said (Y/N), smiling.

“No?” said Gil.

“Then I doubt talking can hurt,” said (Y/N).

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess not.” Gil smiled.

“Don’t take orders from royals, Gil.” A girl walked into the room. She had long blue braids, a pirate hat, and a blue dress with fringe. A conch shell necklace gave a clue to her identity.

“I wasn’t ordering him,” said (Y/N), keeping their tone even. They didn’t want to make anyone into a loose cannon.

“Sure you weren’t. All you royals do,” said the girl. “Gil, get Harry. I think we need to separate the royalty before they start plotting.”

“Sure thing, Uma,” said Gil, hurrying out of the room.

Uma knelt and looked through the bars of the cell. “So, what is the famed King Ben—” she spat the words “—doing here on our Isle? I would’ve thought it was a bit too…informal for you.” She sneered.

“I—” Ben faltered. “I was looking for someone.”

“Your girlfriend, right?” Uma smirked. “Poor Princess Mal—” again, contempt was everyone in her tone “—so worried. I’m glad she’s so weak now, though. It helps me.” She looked down her nose at Ben, whose gaze went to the floor. Uma turned to (Y/N). “And you…It took me a moment, but I recognize you. You’re definitely not Isle, but you’re one of the big ones from Auradon, aren’t you? Snow White’s kid.”

“(Y/N),” said (Y/N) calmly.

“No wonder Evie got so angry when you were gone.” Harry—the Scottish pirate from before that Gil had gone for—had returned. He grinned. “The TV is always talking ‘bout you two.” He tilted his head, and (Y/N) made direct eye-contact with his blue, kohl-rimmed eyes. “Have to admit, you’re way better lookin’ in person.”

(Y/N) raised a brow and let out a surprised laugh. “Are you serious?” Were they getting flirted with when kidnapped? (Y/N) had to admit, he had guts.

“I may not like you, but ya got looks,” said Harry.

“Am I supposed to return the sentiment?” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes, but they had to keep from smiling in amusement.

“I wouldn’t stop you,” said Harry, grinning.

Ben stared in confusion. Uma sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Harry, not right now,” said Uma, sighing. “Take this one to another cell, I don’t want them making a plan to escape.”

“Got it,” said Harry, taking out a key and opening the cell door. He stepped in, reached down, and pulled (Y/N) to their feet.

“Don’t touch them!” said Ben, nearly growling.

“Ben,” said (Y/N). “Relax. Mal and the others are coming for us. Just stay calm.” They smiled and calmly walked out of the cell with Harry.

“Are we sure he’s the king and not you?” said Harry, smirking. “Mm, probably not. He’s not…good-looking enough to be Snow White’s kid. You are, though.” He winked as he opened the cell door at the other end of the ship.

“Am I supposed to tell you I’m flattered?” (Y/N) stepped inside and let him close the door. They leaned on the bars. “I’ve heard those lines before.”

“Doesn’t make them less true,” said Harry, grinning and leaning on the bars on the other side.

(Y/N) chuckled and stepped back. “How should I respond?” They gasped dramatically. “ ‘I’ve heard pirates are dashing, and you’re proving it true.’ ”

“Not bad, Highness,” said Harry. “I thought you Auradon kids would be more…skittish.”

“Then you kidnapped the fun ones,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“You’re not nervous at all,” said Harry, looking at them.

“This situation isn’t going to get better if I get nervous,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “And you haven’t hurt me.”

Harry raised his hook. “I can. I can make ya nervous.” His other hand gripped the bars of the cell tightly, and his grin widened. “You Boradon royals think you’re untouchable, shoved us all here…You deserve everything comin’ to ya.”

(Y/N) looked directly at him and step forward. The hook was centimeters from their front, yet they didn’t react to it.

“Ben is trying to change things,” said (Y/N). “I am trying to change things. You don’t deserve to be here.”

“We’re villains,” said Harry, sneering. “We’re exactly what ya sent here.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Your parents were sent here by our parents. We shouldn’t continue their mistakes, on either side.”

Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at them. They hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t flinched, hadn’t faltered. They completely believed what they were saying.

“We kidnapped ya and your king. You can’t be serious,” scoffed Harry.

“And Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay almost released Maleficent on Auradon,” said (Y/N). “But they decided to do more than be their parents. So we forgave them and gave them a second chance.” They tilted their head. “Is it so hard to believe that we aren’t willing to do that again?”

Harry watched them speak curiously. “You’re…weird.” A smile began to spread across his face. “I like ya.”

“Not just my pretty face?” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

“That, too,” said Harry, smirking. “I know it’s a line you’ve heard before, but am I allowed to call you fairest?” He leaned on the bars, one muscular arm up to support himself.

“Don’t let me add ‘unoriginal’ to your list of traits,” said (Y/N).

“How about ‘Highness?’ ” said Harry.

“Is that the best you can do?” said (Y/N), raising a brow with a smirk and a challenge.

“I don’t think I can call you ‘love’ just yet,” said Harry with a grin. “Unless that would make the royal pleased.” He pretended to bow and rolled his eyes.

(Y/N) laughed while Harry smirked. Strangely enough, he wasn’t bad to talk to. In fact…(Y/N) found it easy. And when their eyes met his again, they felt a strange thump in their chest.

Harry watched them laugh, and his wild, charismatic grin fell ever-so-slightly into something softer. Not only did they have nice ideas—ideas that a less hardened version of Harry might have believed in—but they had a nice laugh. And (Y/N) had wit. They certainly weren’t boring, not in any sense of the word.

Harry cleared his throat and removed his hook from inside the cell. “Get some rest, Highness. Big day for piracy tomorrow, and I don’t want our stars lookin’ tired.”

“I’m fulfilling my dream—being the royal in distress in a fairy tale,” said (Y/N), laughing.

“Better hope there’s a knight comin’ to save you,” said Harry. “Not that they’d stand a chance against my sword.” He smirked. “I’ll be keepin’ ya.”

“I’m flattered, but in the future, remember that my family prefers glass coffins to cages,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

“Do you want a poison apple, too, to complete the look?” said Harry.

“The glass coffin is enough, I think,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Harry smiled back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Again, they lapsed into silence as they smiled at one another. (Y/N) realized they were just staring, coughed, and nodded to him.

“Right. Thank you,” said (Y/N). “I guess I should rest before tomorrow. There’s going to be a fight.”

“We’re getting’ what we want, Highness,” said Harry.

“You can try,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “But we’re not gonna make it easy.”

“I look forward to the challenge, then.” Harry walked out of the room and considered just how fun watching them in action could be.

Harry led (Y/N) up on deck where the sun shone high in the sky. Ben was already tied to the mast of the ship, and his eyes widened as he saw (Y/N).

“(Y/N)! Are you alright?” he asked.

(Y/N) smiled as Harry tied them to the mast. “I’m fine.”

“Even without a nice comfy bed?” said Harry.

“I still think a glass coffin would have fit the scene better,” said (Y/N), having a retort ready in a moment.

Harry smirked. “Thought about it, but I can’t threaten ya properly with glass in front of ya.” He tilted their chin up with his hook.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed as they met his gaze, but they were enjoying the battle of wits too much to stop now. “What about my pretty face? You wouldn’t hurt what you like to look at, right?” They grinned.

“Would be a real pity,” said Harry, leaning over them. “What would I have to look at?”

Ben looked extremely confused and worried at the exchange. The pair seemed way too familiar with one another, and (Y/N)’s smile was incredibly genuine—and the spark of interest in their eyes was undeniable. Not that Ben could see much better in Harry’s expression as he teased (Y/N).

“Give it a rest, Harry,” said Uma, rolling her eyes as her first mate flirted shamelessly.

“You said I could hook someone, and I haven’t gotten tah,” said Harry.

Ben stiffened, and (Y/N) frowned.

“You better hope your girlfriend comes through,” said Uma, leaning back where she sat.

“Mmhmm,” hummed Harry.

“But she’s not my girlfriend anymore,” said Ben.

(Y/N)’s gaze softened. So the talk had gone that badly.

Harry chuckled derisively, and Uma smirked.

“Leave us alone, Harry,” she said.

Harry’s gaze flicked to (Y/N), but then he shrugged dramatically. “Have fun playin’. I still want to hook ‘em.”

“And if Mal doesn’t come through, you’ll get to,” said Uma. “And even if she does…” She grinned cruelly, and Harry smirked before sauntering off.

Ben looked at Uma. “I get that you don’t deserve this.”

Uma laughed incredulously. “This.” Her face fell into a sneer. “This island is a prison thanks to your father. And don’t pretend to look out for me because no one’s looking out for me. It’s just me.”

“So, this isn’t your mom’s plan?” said Ben. “Isn’t that her necklace?”

Uma touched it and rolled her eyes. “My mom doesn’t care about me, either. Well, not unless she needs someone for the night shift.”

“Ouch,” said (Y/N).

“I don’t need your pity,” said Uma.

“No, you certainly don’t,” said Ben. He looked around at the pirate crew. “You’re very resourceful.”

“You’re not tied up,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Uma chuckled and stood. “Alright. So let’s trash-talk Mal.”

“We’d rather talk about you,” said (Y/N).

“Funny,” said Uma, smirking. “I really hope I don’t have to feed you to the fishes.”

“Set us free and we can all go back together,” said Ben.

Uma gave a falsely bright smile. “Oh, so now I get an invite.” Her smile fell, and she glared. “Gee, I wonder why.” She leaned towards the Auradon kids. “When you brought Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to Auradon, that’s as mad as I’ve ever been in my life. And trust me, I’ve been plenty mad.”

Ben furrowed his brow. “I never thought of it like that before, that I could’ve hurt the people I didn’t pick. The plan was to start with four kids and bring more people over. I guess I was busy being King.”

“We need to keep our word and bring more kids over,” said (Y/N). “It’s not fair to you all, to be here.” They shook their head. “We’re so sorry.” They hadn’t pushed enough, and as the months slipped away, no one else from the Isle had been brought over. It wasn’t fair to all the kids.

Ben looked at Uma. “You’re a leader, Uma. So am I. Come to Auradon and be part of the solution.”

“Me?” Uma raised a brow. “Part of your solution?” She paused. “Nah.” She scoffed. “I don’t need you. I’m gonna get there on my own.” She glanced over their shoulders. “Harry.” He began to walk over, and Uma touched her necklace. “Let’s see what this puppy can do.”

Harry arrived, and Uma jerked her head at (Y/N) and Ben. “Keep an eye on them. Mal is arriving soon. You know what to do if they try anything funny.”

Harry grinned wildly.

“Hey, guys!” said Gil in a sing-song voice. “They’re here!”

From the familiar tube-tunnel emerged five people—the VKs and Lonnie. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they saw Fairy Godmother’s wand in Carlos’s hand. The pirates cheered. Harry undid the ropes holding them to the mast and pushed them forward—or, he pushed Ben into another pirate’s waiting arms and pulled (Y/N) more gently towards the middle of the ship.

“Welcome!” said Harry.

“Finally,” laughed Uma.

She looked out at the VKs as they stood around the pier and glared at her. Mal stood across from her, barely a few meters of drawbridge separated them. She had a brand-new purple haircut, and (Y/N) decided they liked Mal being herself more than they liked her trying to be a “proper” Lady of the Court.

Mal crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. It was time to save her friends. It was time for Mal the VK to show who she was.

Taglist:

@neenieweenie

@hampterfae

@american-idiot-jpg

@lunalixya

@roo024

@unholycheesesnack

@paastaboi

@lbee13

@rory-cakes

@theeghosted

@newttheglue250

@bridkesby

@yappydoo

#apple of my eye #x reader #gn reader #nb reader #x gn reader #x nb reader #child of snow white #descendants x reader #mal descendants #descendants 2 #disney x reader #disney descendants #descendants #harry hook x reader #descendants harry #harry hook

89 notes · View notes

skellseerwriting · 21 days ago

Text

I’m Her First Mate

Harry Hook x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Content & Warnings: Hurt/comfort, love confessions (sorta) via “first mate” terminology, kissing, set between D2 and D3, platonic Huma mentioned, reader’s parent was going to be Jetsam (Ursula’s eel)(don’t ask how that works) to explain how they’re Uma’s official second in command but it’s never written in context, yes I know first mate is supposed to be second in command (Harry just likes being told what to do)

Summary: With Uma outside the barrier and you in charge, Harry’s frustration keeps building up over her being gone

The alternations between “Harry” and “Hook” are intentional

“Ay!” Harry snapped at a crew member who was struggling to carry a large crate onto the ship. “Unload that cargo faster, ya weak guppy!”

You crossed your arms as you continued to watch him behave this way. Every other second he would bark orders at people and get upset over meaningless things.

Harry Hook was a ticking time bomb that was wounding tighter every second. His patience was thinner than (former) King Adam’s tolerance. No matter how much the crew tried to keep up with his demands, they always ended up getting yelled at.

Intruding into their personal space with his father’s hook waving around their faces, Harry spat venomous threats. You tapped your foot impatiently at the sight. He hadn’t even noticed you watching for the past ten minutes on the upper deck.

“Gil! Stop talking to that bloody crow!” He shouted at his best friend, who aptly waved goodbye to the corvid who flew off so he could get back to his tasks.

It wasn’t until Harry threw someone over the railing due to “misplacing” some materials a few feet to the right that you had finally had enough.

“Hook!”

“What?” He hissed as he turned to look at you, then immediately softened a bit once he realized it was you. But only a bit. His face and eyes were still all sharp edges.

“Meet me in my office.” You demanded, walking away.

“It’s not your office!” He called back, annoyed.

“It is while I’m in charge.” You said dryly.

Hearing frustrated noises emit from Harry as he no doubt ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, he finally began following behind you.

“Close the door.” You commanded, not looking behind you to check. He always did as he was told; even if it was begrudgingly.

The wooden door slammed shut with a bang as you sat in Uma’s swivel chair behind her desk. After propping your legs up on the wooden piece of furniture and crossing your arms once again, you raised an eyebrow at him.

He was still fuming with clenched fists at his sides; the only difference being that he stood in place this time. However, he was quivering with rage. A red aura wafted off of him in waves as his stark eyes held a near-murderous fury.

“What?” He asked, glaring down at you. Your eyebrows angled downwards.

“Don’t ask me ‘what?’.” You pressed your mouth into a thin line. “Your behavior today is completely unacceptable. You’re supposed to be my greatest asset, Harry. Not a liability.”

Harry flinched at the condescension in your tone, but he didn’t let up. Gesturing wildly towards the door with his father’s hook, he started ranting.

“They’re the liability! We need to get ready to set sail and they’re not working fast enough. Uma’s out there finding a way to lift the barrier and we’re just sitting here and-“

“I’m cutting you off right there.” You raised your hand, and he snapped his mouth shut with his teeth grinding together. “I put you in charge over the preparation team so I could focus on strategy. Without Uma here, I have to come up with a plan. I come onto the deck and see you treating my crew like they’re a barnacle you can’t scrape off your boot-“

“They’re not your crew.” He seethed, leaning forward over the desk with his hands spread apart.

“Don’t interrupt me.” You snapped. “You might be her first mate, but I’m her second in command. While Uma is gone, I’m in charge. So as of right now, this is my ship and my crew. Got that?”

Harry clicked his jaw in and out of place, shifting his eyes around a bit. “Fine.” He said, not looking at you. As he dug the tip of his hook into the edge of the desk that shared dozens of identical nicks next to it, he couldn’t resist another verbal retaliation. “You may have the crew and the ship, but I’m still her first mate. Got that?”

The tension in the room turned to a boiling point. Hearing him establish his allegiance pricked at your heart, but you ignored it for the sake of the dispute.

Standing and imitating his stance, you looked down your nose at him. You had never had to deal with his mood swings before. Uma has always done that. But even then, they had never been this volatile before. Never.

“I want to get this ship sea-worthy just as much as you do.” You said, hoping things could ease a little through your empathy and shared-interest. “If you want the crew to work faster, then pull yourself together and then get them in line. If I see you let your emotional constipation over Uma being gone hinder any progress we should be making, then I’m demoting you.”

Your words had the opposite of the desired effect. Harry seethed even more as he pointed his hook at your face over the desk between you.

“You can’t do that.”

It was probably what you said about Uma.

“I can until she gets back.” You threatened, leaning farther until the cool metal of the hook lay against your cheek as you bore into his wrathful eyes. Your tone was unforgiving as you laid out your ultimatum. “I’m dead serious, Hook. One more mess up, and I’m going to make you regret making me regret giving you this responsibility. I’ll even make sure to inform Uma just how disappointed I am in you.”

It stung a bit to say those words, but it seemed to sting Harry even more to hear them. He inhaled deeply, his eyes going wide. His face went frozen; all that wrath trapped in it.

You were waiting for him to blow up. You expected the heat of his anger to take over and burst out unchecked like lit dynamite. So, it took you by surprise when the opposite happened.

An emotional implosion took place within him; snapping like a broken dam at those last words about Uma. His eyes softened. A few second later, a single tear ran down his cheek.

Visibly grinding his teeth together, Harry started to sob as more tears greeted his face. He hung his head low, then straightened his posture as he brought his elbow up to cover his mouth as he looked away from you.

Gulping down his cries, he started keeling again over the desk.

Something struck within you at the sight. You knew he was practically sick from missing Uma, but you never imagined it being bad enough to the point of this. His anguish was painful to see.

Walking around the desk, you placed a hand on his back while his body trembled terribly. Heavy cries escaped his mouth as he wracked with torment.

Taking his hat off, you set it down gently, then began to slowly run your fingers through his messy hair.

Harry stilled for a moment. Then, he began shaking again. However, it was less violent then before. His biceps still flexed as he gripped the edge of the desk, but his fingers seemed to loosen slightly.

Placing your free hand on his bare shoulder to try and relax the muscles there, you just continued to sift the dark strands between your knuckles; lightly tugging as you did so. Without really thinking, you began humming a familiar tune you learned from Uma when you were younger.

As if like magic, Harry was almost completely motionless. A calm silence overtook him. You could barely see his face, but it looked peaceful with how his eyes were closed.

Time passed a bit. You continued what you were doing. Slowly, Harry leaned closer and closer into you from where you were standing next to him. With his head angled under your chin, he finally let go of the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist. As you did the same and rubbed your hands up and down his back, he stood up straighter and tucked his face into your neck. His grip was tense, yet at the same time, it was careful. Like he might break you.

He started to cry again. It was small, though. It wasn’t filled with sadness like before. It was… relieved.

A few minutes passed and you both just stood there like that. His shoulders sagged; tired from the emotional weight that had been laying on them. Through letting the pain out, the fear and frustration slowly left his body, drop by drop.

You knew it wasn’t enough, however. Not quite.

“C’mere.” You encouraged, pulling away. He doubled down on his hold around you and forced you into a tight hug; shaking his head “no” against your shoulder. “It’s okay.” You murmured, grabbing his left hand and peeling it away from your back to guide him along as you approached the sofa Uma kept in her office. His body parted farther away from yours as you took a seat on the dusty cushion.

Harry stared strangely at your connected hands. The dark makeup around his eyes was completely smudged, but it couldn’t hide the puffy red underneath. You tugged at his loose grip a couple times, then patted the space next to your left with your free hand. Harry let you string him along and sat down. Wasting no time, you reached an arm over his left shoulder and urged him lean sideways to rest his head on your lap. He tucked his knees in on the couch as he lay there silently. With a loose grip, he held your left hand to his chest while you carded through his dirty hair with your right.

“I’m so proud of you.” Your soft words broke the silence. Harry sniffled.

Feeling your chest go tight, you resisted the urge to lean forward to see his face better from where it was angled away from you.

“You work so hard for me. For her.” You did your best to smooth your voice like a balm; to create something soothing that would calm him further. With your fingers tracing patterns behind his ear, he shuddered and curled his body tighter. “I know this has been hard for you. I’m so sorry you’ve had to suffer with her gone.”

Small weeping noises emitted from Harry again. His nose dug sideways into your leg. You turned to scratching his scalp in the way you had seen your captain do it.

“Uma will be back.” You promised, trying to keep the sorrow out of your voice. “She’ll be back and she’ll be able to give you all the affection and approval that you need.”

The affection and approval I can’t give you.

You hated he was hurting. Absolutely hated it. And yet, you couldn’t help but be a bit glad Uma was gone for a time. It meant you got to have this moment with Harry, with your hands on him; comforting him.

And that made you hate yourself more than anything.

Harry squeezed your hand, and you brought your attention back to him. A shaky, deep inhale made its way through his chest. Then, he exhaled a little smoother.

“It doesn’t just have to be her.” He whispered. You blinked; refusing to think what you wanted that to mean.

“Oh yeah?” You hummed lightly, distracting yourself and your palpitating heart by combing his hair out of his face with your fingers. “What does that mean?”

Harry turned over. On his back, his knees bent upwards while his countenance became fully visible. His face was still a mess, but his eyes looked clear.

Setting his hook down on his chest -which he was still clutching your hand to- he brought his free hand up to thumb at your cheek.

You were instantly drawn into the feeling, the tenderness of it as his eyes looked at you so warmly all of a sudden. A second later, however, you turned your face away, and his fingers fell to rest against your neck.

“I’m not her, Hook.” You said, throat feeling tight.

“I know.” He murmured, now tracing his fingers along your throat. Goosebumps appeared there and made you shiver.

“I’m-“ you scrambled for something to say to him. “I’m not your captain, Harry. She is. She’s the one you’re waiting for-“

Harry just hummed as he continued his action; now at your collar. The pads of his fingers brushing over and underneath the bone there. As his hand started changing places again, you grabbed his wrist.

“Harry…” you finally looked down at him again. He just laid there; hair not even long enough to splay out around him like a halo. Instead, it’s messy points curled upwards like tiny horns. Blue eyes stared calmly into yours.

“What is it?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know. Debating on how to word things, your internal defenses came down farther when he brought the hand he was holding up to his lips.

You pulled it out of his grip. The argument fell flat on your tongue as you once again bore into those icy eyes of his.

“I may be her first mate.” He began, grabbing both of your hands this time and laying them against his chest. The heat spread into your palms along with the rise of fall of his breathing. “But right now, you’re my captain, ay?” Your heart simultaneously soared and berated itself over those words. “And I-“ he squeezed your hands tighter as his eyes searched yours for something. “I want to do my best for both my captains. And I know Uma’s the one I always adhere to but… but right now I want to be with you. I-” he swallowed. “I want to be your first mate right now.”

You think a tear just fell down you cheek.

“Ay don’t cry now lass.” He took a second to sit up to wipe it away with his thumb. “I think I’ve cried enough for the both of us already.”

You laughed a little at his quip, but your voice sounded so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You voiced, trying to gently push his hands away. He was now on his knees next to you, and with the height advantage he chose to hold the back of your head.

Hunching over, he pushed his face close to you.

“What’s the matter?”

You couldn’t shrink away from his stare. All you could do was try your best to look away; eyes straining.

Opening your mouth, you closed it again and debated on how to even word it.

“I don’t-“ you bit down on your tongue. “I don’t want to be a temporary replacement, Harry.” The rest of it flowed out easier once you said that. “I don’t want to just fill Uma’s role in your life and then have to go back to normal. I don’t want to be used like that.”

“Oh but it’s not like that.” He reassured, stroking his fingers through your hair. “It’s not like that at all.”

“Then what is it like?” You asked with a bite in your tone, being defensive to try and spare even just a little bit of your feelings.

Leaning back fully until he was sitting on his calves, Harry trailed his hands over your shoulders and down your arms to rest at your hands. He interlocked your fingers, and urged you to shift your seating so you were angled more to your left to face him better.

“It’s like this.” He said, and you couldn’t help but listen. “Uma is my captain. I’m her first mate and I would do anything for her. More than anything, the praise and affection she gives me provides me life. It provides me breath, and I love it. I love her.” Slowly and slowly your heart began to sink more. “But despite all that.” He continued. “I have only ever loved her as my captain. Just my captain.” You were still unsure where he was going with this, but you decided to take a chance and leave your heart half opened to his words. “I take orders from her because she’s my captain. When I do as you tell me, it’s because it’s you; not because of some hierarchy.” Once again, he brought your hands to his chest. You felt his heartbeat running rapidly. “And the praise and affection she gives me…” he hesitated, turning sheepish. “She provides it because I want it from you.”

You were stunned.

“But-” Your brain scrambled for a way to deny everything. “All those things you said, about it being her crew, about my authority-“

“Well at its heart those are still hers.” He said gently, brushing your knuckles against his cheek. “But it was never about that. You were never about that to me. I want my captain back… but I also want you back. Back when we had the same level of authority under her.”

A smile cracked on your face. Harry grinned in return.

It may not have been the most romantic move, but you leaned forward to hug him; needing to feel him close. His arms nearly strangled you in return.

“She’ll be back.” You promised, breath tickling his hair. “I promise.”

“Of course.” His own voice tickled your neck. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

He pulled away, holding you at half an arm’s length.

“That we won’t go back to being normal.”

“What does that m-“

Harry kissed you.

You wrapped your hand behind his head to pull him in closer; kissing him back.

His lips expertly danced against yours, and your face went warm at the feeling. You didn’t even want to think how much practice it took to get that skilled. But, you had the satisfaction of knowing that this was pure passion; perhaps the first time he had kissed someone and actually meant it. Eventually, you broke away for air.

Knocking your forehead against Harry’s, you asked him a breathless, lighthearted question.

“Is the option of you being my first mate still on the table?”

Laughing, he placed a hand against your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course.” He smiled. “I’m sure Uma wouldn’t mind sharing me.”

“Well if this is going to work, it’d be more like me sharing you.”

Harry became transfixed by your eyes.

“How about you both share me equally?”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Sure.” You said, giving him another drawn-out kiss. “As long as I get to be the one kissing you.”

Harry flashed a toothy grin.

“Only if Uma’s okay with it!” He teased, laughing when you hit his arm over the joke. In return, he just pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek, letting out a manic giggle.

“You’re going to be the end of me…” You sighed, closing your eyes, then opened them again when Harry started tracing your face with the curve of his father’s hook.

“You’re already the end of me.” He breathed, and you started reflecting back to the task that had consumed you both for the past couple of weeks.

“We’ll get this ship ready, Harry.” You promised him. “For Uma.”

Pausing his motions to stare at your lips, Harry moved his eyes back up to yours. Then, he bared his teeth in an ear-splitting grin.

“For Uma.”

Taglist: For Harry Hook

@lesbpotmurdocklokistan @mushroomdemon9 @leoisbabygirl @brokenmilkcrates

@little-teacupss @eretsupremacy89 @yokolesbianism

#my work #Harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook x gn reader #descendants #descendants x reader

44 notes · View notes