#ship » we burn up the city ; we're really a fright (gil and harry)

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H.arry and G.il: “fuck we can’t tell our dads we’re dating they won’t get it.”

Mom!G.aston: *uses G.il’s coming out to her as bi to come out to him as a lesbian*

Mom!H.ook: “I don’t care if you’re dating, I care that you do my son’s eyeliner for him and it’s a fucking mess”

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"Oh" (Harry and Gil because we have yet to write that ship!)

My Muse stole a kiss from yours. // @fatesdesign

There’s only so many times they can kiss in celebration or under the influence of moonshine stolen from his father’s tavern before Gil starts to wonder what it all means. They don’t exactly have the best romantic models - on the Isle in general and in their own families. Gil’s dad, while married, still fathered children with three other women - two of which are his wife’s triplet sisters. And Harry’s father wasn’t much better, as his children all had different mothers as well. Maybe this is all they’ll ever have…drunken, adrenaline-fueled affection. Maybe it was all they were good for.

It’s a warm afternoon, waiting for Uma to get off from her shift at the Chip Shoppe. They’re outside, alone on the docks, because if they waited IN the shoppe, Ursula was just as likely to put the boys to work as well. Gil is…uncharacteristically silent but he’s not sure Harry cares, as the dark-haired pirate seems more focused on trying to get old Tick Tock to take a bite of his hand. No such luck, just like every other attempt during their childhoods and adolescences leading up to now. Gil tosses a piece of meat in the water, watching the crocs fight for it - but truthfully? He watches Harry. Dark hair illuminated by the sun, strong arms propping himself up and taunting the tired old croc…

Gil’s voice is quiet when he decides to speak up, not his normal raucous tones. “Hey. Harry. Mon ami.” He’s sure Harry will get annoyed, but the constant repetitive calling is sure to get his attention quickly. When Harry swivels to meet him, any sound of annoyance is almost immediately swallowed by Gil’s mouth, pressed tightly against his friend’s. He’s not sure if Harry tastes better when they’re sober or if Gil’s just more aware of the other boy’s scent and touch without alcohol inhibiting them; nor does Gil care, really. He just indulges for a long moment. When he pulls back, his cheeks are dusted with pink but he refuses to acknowledge it. He meets his friend’s gorgeous blue eyes before glancing anywhere else, returning to feeding the crocodiles. 

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ships tag drop pt.2

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Gil and Giselle 2