#sitting under the bar hair and hood cloaking you leaning into your boyfriends side

[weedpicnic]

The urge to just skip this class and go visit my dead friends memorial site in the woods is hitting strong as it often does. Especially since I’m all the way out here like fuck we just passed the road it’s on, right next to his old highschool. I think I need to go back there soon either alone or ideally with also the people at that memorial who knew him much better than me. We filled a box with stuff he loved and sealed it shut with resin and buried it. He worked at the McDonald’s down the street briefly as his first job when he was 15 and saw somebody get stabbed during his first shift. He had two hamsters named junior chicken and idk if the other was McDouble or cheeseburger. I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since he died, it’s still terrifying and surreal

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Club Takamagahara (End) - Dating Game

Woo Doggy! This has been fun to write and I mean FUN. Having no real holds barred and getting really silly was a lot easier than I expected and I had a great time with this arc. 

One of the biggest complaints in the mobile game fandom is the Main Story offers no love interest for the MC and it trails off at this part as the MC is reduced to a go-fer for every NPC’s sidequest. Well I say NO MORE, you will be quite literally the center of everyone’s attention from here on out.

Cars lined up around the entire block of the street and women were lined up along the sidewalk for their tickets. From 8 to 10 p.m., the busiest time of the night was when the stage was filled with shows by the performers, from ancient erotic dramas like Cleopatra and Marc Antony to Chu Zihang's swordplay; off stage, the guests were already drunk. The guests who came late were often groups of girlfriends who had eaten dinner elsewhere and came to join the singing and dancing party in Takamagahara, the performers had to go over and greet them, there was a shortage of manpower everywhere. Both the escorts and waiters were running to work, Whale was roaring outside the dressing room backstage, like the circus troupe master. 

The message of the Romanceable MC Contest had caught fire and boosted to epic proportions. Princess Night was in full swing and featured all the top names in Male Escort business. Even before they got out of the cars, the women were screaming and taking pictures having lined up for hours.

The  white Cadillac Escalade stretch limousine rolled like an anaconda and reflected the millions of electric lights of the Tokyo night. It took up half the block, but there was space left for cars like this, reserved for the VIPs of the Takamagahara elite. No one could park there on pain of towing and a hefty fine.

A man in a hooded cloak pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. His bright green eyes scanned the crowd waiting outside. He crossed his legs one over the other and leaned back. “What percentage of the fans out there are mine?”

“From the ticket sales it seems that you are about 30% of the crowd today, Master Inoue.” The driver, a veteran and son of drivers, had been there for him since he first made it big hosting the Bliss Hall. This driver was so skilled at avoiding paparazzi that he put him under a lifetime contract. Now he was much older, but his driving was still as sharp as ever.

The man in the back seat was barely visible, dressed in all black and keeping the lights down so that it looked just like an empty limo. He huffed with a slight smirk. He crossed his arms and looked down. “Wow. And I’m supposed to have competition?” 

“You are the top male escort in Tokyo, Master Inoue,” rumbled the driver again.

That sharp green eye flicked up to the rear view mirror. “Second… to the top. If you would, sir. But apparently Ruri Kazama isn’t competing.”

Ruri Kazama. The name was so legendary among the escorts of Japan that they scarcely dared to utter it. Although he rarely appeared outside private showings, the man reigned supreme as the king of the male escort business.

“He’s unlikely he would have been able to respond on short notice, Master Inoue…”

“No one skips the Takamagahara…” He looked back outside, pushing back the thick velvet curtain slightly.

“You’ve skipped it by 3 hours sir.”

“I”m only here to see one woman. There’s no need to see any others or stay here too long. I come here, win her little heart, and leave with my prize money.”

“You’re really not going to entertain your fans, sir?”

He grinned, his radiant and white smile shining in the dark of the limo. “There’s value in scarcity. If I popped up in full all the time, there’d be no chase. And as you know very well, my most excellent driver… It's all about the chase! If you would, please?”

The driver put the truck in park and stepped out in his sharp suit and driver’s hat. He pulled the handle on the pearly side door and opened it.

Shining black cowboy boots covered in sparkling rhinestones stepped down from the limo. He moved as smooth and graceful as a dancer in skin tight leather pants. His black leather jacket was open to reveal his bare chest and sculpted abs. His hair, bleached white streamed from a black cowboy hat decorated with shark’s teeth.

His appearance sparked immediate mayhem, screams, and mad panting. Dozens of hands reached out desperately, stretching their fingers towards him as though they were pulled by an extremely powerful magnet. They were all screaming, “Diamond!”

Master Inoue - or to his fans, Diamond - stood still as a statue, hat tipped over his eyes, listening to their desperate pleas with his eyes closed.

It seemed arrogant, but for him, it was always like this. From the time he was a child, people couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. When they caught sight of his brilliant green eyes they were drawn to him before he even knew the difference between boys and girls. Sitting in the stroller, all he had to do was smile and the women would come and coo and smile and ask, please, can I hold him. Please!

“Please! Hold me, Diamond! Never let me go!”

Diamond lifted his head toward the voice. It was a woman in her thirties, tears in her eyes, begging with the desperation of a leper before Christ. If he just wanted to, he could heal her broken heart. He walked casually towards her and saw her eyes get bigger and bigger and then he took her delicate hand in his and gently kissed it.

The woman, struck with a Pentacostal frenzy, trembled and fell to her knees sobbing in desperation, clutching her hand and rocking back and forth. She would probably never wash that hand again.

The little favor revved the up crowd even more and the bouncers hurried to line up and make a barrier. That kiss was all he would grant. He turned and walked through the velvet rope staffed with burly workers with black masks over their eyes. They opened the doors to Takamagahara and he stepped inside. Immediately, two more workers turned to lead him to the VIP area.

“So who’s the lucky lady tonight?” Deep down, he was quite excited. His clients were usually 35 and older. For thousands of dollars, he would have dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by drinks in some VIP Lounge. Or he would be asked to clean the house naked. Or pretend to be her boyfriend for the night. There was the common misconception that his clients were old or undateable. But that wasn’t his experience at all.

People who had $5,000 to spend on a naked butler could have anyone they wanted.

And they wanted him.

This challenge was new for him. The club picked his woman and they would be paying his escort fee. 

His only task would be to ‘Love her.’ If she felt that then she would give him tickets. Whoever got the most tickets was the winner. When she picked his ‘route’.

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It wasn’t that you got a private party, MC. This was a show.  You were on the floor with everyone else. Rather than sticking to the edge of the crowd you got your table in the shape of a figure 8 in the middle of a raised platform filled with fish swimming about and surrounded by plush red couches in the shape of women’s lips. And already, the bottles were open. 

You’re wearing another dress, not a cheongsam this time. It was a light green satin tube dress that hugged your figure and barely covered anything. Your hair was long and down your shoulders and your make up again was light. For such a simple look, you had spent hours in the spa that day while they made sure your hair was softer than it ever had been. You smelled like lilac and roses. 

A man with short blond hair cropped above his ears, blue eyes and a black shirt so tight it conformed to every muscle in his body yelled above the music. “Where are you from?”

“Uh… Russia!”

“Russia! Woooow! Are you some sort of Oil Baron?”

“Yeah!” You yell figuring nothing you said mattered. They wouldn't remember anything anyway would they?

He flicks his wrist and produces an unopened rose stem, seemingly from thin air and offers it to you. “To me you’re worth more than all the oil in the world. I hope we get to know each other well, MC.”

Below the shirt, He wore pale form fitting jeans that hugged his considerable muscle just like Caesar’s outfit did. But his shoes were casual sneakers without ornamentation.

You accept the rose he offers you, feeling a bit shy.

Another man in a golden blouse that is made of fabric so sheer you could see the belly button piercing underneath, pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He puffs out a perfect ring of smoke between his thin lips. “That would be Oil Baroness, Calypso…” He says. “She must have more pull than just money to bring us all to the same table.” His voice was deep and carried through the noise. He pulled another drag and sipped his liquor. But he was looking at you with calculating dark eyes.

A silver coin goes spinning on the table. A man in fiery red hair tied back in a ponytail, puffy red coat and a long chain over his bare chest lifts his chin at you. His eyes are as silver as that coin. “Heads or Tails, MC?”

“What am I betting on?” You ask.

His smile spreads further. “I just said heads or tails.”

“Hey, go easy, she’s new!” The man in the skintight black shirt returns with a bottle of vodka and pours it into a glass.

The redhead slaps his hand over the coin. It’s painted with an elaborate henna tattoo, elaborate, like stained glass. “You’re not going to win by going easy…”

The smell of the vodka is the mix of rubbing alcohol and gasoline. Light a match and it might produce a plume of flame! You lean away, repulsed, but the man next to you brazenly pours himself a glass and downs it. Sighing roughly like he might breathe fire, he grins. “That’s the good stuff! But you must drink it every day right?”

“Yeah!” You take cautious sips but the burn builds and builds until it overwhelms you and forces you to stop and cough into your arm.

Caesar, Mingfei and Chu Zihang were nowhere to be found. It was clear this club was over occupancy and over staffed so there was no rescuing you. All the waiters were running around. From somewhere in the hall, glass breaks.

A finger taps your shoulder. You’re met by a bright green gaze in a pale face.

You flinch as a crown is laid on your head.

“Your Majesty…” The man bows to you.

“Your Majesty!”  They all echo with bows and kittenish smiles. For years, you’d never considered trying to date anyone. You lived like you were preparing for war. Then the war came and never let up. Now, you’re surrounded by men who could honestly be called the handsomest in Tokyo who were placing their hands on their broad chests and bowing their heads in fealty.

Off stage, the women on the floor whooped with delight.

Cowboy hat tipped over one eye, shirtless in his jacket, with a bare hairless chest, the man who gave you the jeweled tiara leaned over the couch. Every muscle stood out in carefully carved relief and your eyes followed them down to where they disappeared below his waist. The elastic band of his boxers peek up from the pants. You’d seen naked people before. But they were all familiar, people you knew and were fine with. This is the first time encountering the bare chest of a complete stranger and he’s so close you can smell his sweat. “Wow…” He says quietly, in a low purr next to your ear.

“I’m sorry?”

“You are… beautiful.” His eyes roamed about your body with a lopsided smile, his eyebrows raising. “I have to say I am caught by surprise.”

If your face gets any hotter it might catch fire.

He vaults over the couch, plops next to you and leans in, filling your vision. He gives a quick wink. “I’m yours for the night.”

“Diamond is always this forward but the truth is, he’s the most inexperienced of all of us.”

Diamond shoots the yellow shirt a glare. “I’m experienced in everything she would possibly want, Armani.”

“Yes, but we must go gently, gently…” The black shirt lightly rustles your hair. “We don't want to scare her off.”

“I’m here to do what she wants me to do…” Diamond waves the other men away before addressing you again. “Well, what’s your name?”

You tell him.

“Beautiful… let me guess? Russian?” His hand crept over to envelope yours in a steady grip. His fingers were so much larger than yours and soft like they were bathed in milk every day. There were no calluses. When Mingfei or Caesar touched you, there were roughened, thick patches of skin from hours of practice at the shooting ranges. His nails were even, shining and unbroken.

He raises your hand to his lips and gives it a small kiss. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. You can call me, Diamond.”

“Okay, Diamond.” You glance up at his eyes. He follows your gaze down when it falls again, trying to hold it as much as possible to the point where he leans over and tilts his head to do so. Every time you look up, those eyes are there, to catch that glance, like a serpent hypnotizing his prey.

He holds your drink out to you and you accept it with thanks.

“Are you cold? I noticed you’re keeping your feet tucked under.”

“Yes, it’s… a little cold.”

He shrugged off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders. It was very warm and you realized that the smell of the cologne he was wearing surrounded you like a thick heavy fog.  You could now see his body in all its glory. You belatedly realize that the observation of your being cold was just an excuse for him to remove one of the few pieces of clothing he had!

His shoulders.. The way his neck curved into them and then down to his back. You’d seen shoulders like his before but for some reason, in seeing someone new, made your eye rest on it that much longer, on the way the muscle hugged his bone . The cold in the room made his nipples stand out and...

“Anything else I can do to make you more comfortable, Your Highness?” He stayed turned to you. The way his abs wrinkled. That little valley on his side that disappeared when it met the leather pants. You were naturally observant. Everything you saw was getting laser etched into your mind. In an effort to stop it, you return to his eyes but even that wasn’t safe. He was so close, you could notice small flecks of blue and gold that enhanced the color. 

“Your eyes are really pretty.” You say this, but it doesn’t sound right even in your own ears. It wasn’t really his eyes you wanted to say something about.

He gives an easy relaxed smile, his eyebrows lift once. “Your eyes are prettier.”

“No they’re not.”

“I think I’m gonna barf. Let a pro show you how it’s done.” The redhead plants one arm between you and Diamond and ignores his furious glare.

His lips were really pink, almost cherry red, but you don’t see any sign of gaudy lipstick that Caesar wore. Everything about this man was gorgeous, even the light smatter of freckles on his nose. And everything about him was natural, save his hair color. The breath from his nose tickles your lips. He’s not backing away, he only tilts his head a bit.

You start to imagine what it might be like to kiss him. He draws a bit closer… closer. You close your eyes and wait. Wait… nothing.

“Can I?” He asks, quietly pleading.

“Uh...huh?” You press the words out from a stomach that was already squeezed tight like a fist.

“Good. I’ll keep that in mind for later.” The redhead pulls back and sashays back to this spot on the couch, giving Diamond a sharp snap of his fingers, just inches on his face. “Get on my level.”

“Alright, Alright, point taken.” Diamond pours himself some vodka.

The man in the yellow blouse, Armani, tilts his glass a bit. “Popularity is just a sign of good marketing and ubiquity. None of us can doubt your social media prowess, Diamond, but this is much higher class.”

He’s then staring at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Perhaps the baroness should accustom herself to someone who has dined with high officials. The ones with real power.”

“Okay…” You whisper, you’re completely captivated, unable to move.

“But that’s boring.” The Redhead sighs. “She needs to have more anticipation and suspense!”

“Your name is Chance because whether or not you’re any good is a complete crapshoot.” Armani sips his whiskey.

“But you could hit the jackpot.” He winks at you. “I’m one in a million.”

A loud popping sound  made you suddenly duck but he held you close. Confetti and glitter rained from the ceiling and cascaded over your skin. You look at your arm and watch the play of the disco lights on the sparkle.

“It’s time to give out Star-Heart Tickets! Who is the Ikemen who’s won this round?!” Whale is still emceeing this event and apparently was watching you. A waiter comes by with a basket full of stars with hearts in the middle.

You look at face after glorious handsome face. They were all leaning forward, smiling, waiting. Off stage people were yelling. Bets were being taken. “Diamond! Diamond!”

“PIck Armani he’s the best!”

“You’ll love Calypso!”

“Go with Chance!!”

“I don’t know…” You say, your voice weak. You look at your glass but it seems like the level has hardly moved even though you already feel dizzy.

“No one!” Whale shouts loudly. 

There must be a microphone because you’re not sure how he’s hearing what you’re saying. A gasp ripples through the crowd surrounding you and they fall to a confused silence. All the men sitting around you sit up straight, their faces each registering different levels of surprise and consternation. Save Chance, who whooped loud. “Yeah! Now this is what I’ve been waiting for! Let the games begin!” He pumped his fist.

Chance makes a mighty leap on the table and stands in front of you, all six feet of masculine bravado. “Let me give it to you straight. It’s true, I’m not always everyone’s cup of tea, I go buck wild sometimes.” He sweeps his arms across the table at the other men. “But if girls just fall into your lap at the first sight, how do you know how to compete? Ya don’t!”

Armani stares up at Chance and slowly sets his whiskey down. The others also suddenly changed their demeanor, grave determination and desire in their eyes.

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Taken

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Send in request! All types relating to Descendants are allowed!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

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Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Harry Hook’s girlfriend, (Y/N) is kidnapped by someone on the Isle and Harry isn’t too pleased with it

Warning(s) - kidnapping, violence, swearing, fluff at the end

“I’ll be back soon.” (Y/N) said to her boyfriend as she pulled on a cloak and stood near the door, Harry quickly got up and went over to her.

“Where are you off to?” The hook handed boy asked, not liking his love going off by herself even if she was the daughter of the powerful Greek God, Hades.

“I told Dizzy I’d visit her today. She wants to learn some Greek spells.” She smiled at her boyfriend’s curiousness.

“Who wouldn’t be amazed by your magic but straight there and back Darling, it’ll fall dark soon.” The accent ran through (Y/N)’s ear as the pirate pulled her close my her waist and kissed her forehead.

“Will do.” The beautiful, (Y/H/C) haired girl with blue tips replied and pulled her cloak hood up, opening the door and leaving down the street towards Curl Up & Dye. The descendant walked her way towards the shop, she thought everything was normal till someone’s arms reached out and grabbed her waist, covering her mouth when she attempted to scream.

“Shh now.” Someone whispered into her ear and she let out a strain scream, “Why don’t you take a nap?” 

Before the cloaked girl could respond a cloth was placed over her mouth and yellow smoke was rising from it, that’s when she realized she was being spelled as she fell under it and blacked out.

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It became dark out and Harry began worrying about his girlfriend, his protective side coming out. He left the home they shared and headed towards Dizzy’s shop. Upon arriving, which he did quickly since we took wide fast strides, he came through the drapes and saw the young girl sitting at the counter.

“Where is she.” Harry demanded more than questioned, scarring the poor girl.

“(Y/N) never came by if that’s who you’re asking about.” Dizzy replied as calmly as she could since the pirate did tend to scared her. Harry Hook growled out again and quickly left, heading towards Ursula’s Fish and Chips hoping to find his lover there. Harry pushed through the swinging doors attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

“I was beginning to wonder when you’d show up.” Scuffed Uma, “Your best friend stopped by and asked us to give you this.”

Harry snatched the note out of Uma’s hand and quickly read over it,

If you want your precious little goddess back, I suggest you meet me at my docks. -Smith

“I’m ending him once and for all.” Harry roared out and slammed the letter down and began leaving the shop.

“We’re going with you!” Gil yelled out as he jumped over the bar.

“Let’s go then.” Harry exclaimed and left quickly walking to the other side of the Isle followed by Uma, Gil, and about 7 of their crew members. Smith was the oldest son of Smee and although their parents were close and worked together, Smith and Harry did not get along at all and actually hated each other, taking (Y/N) was revenge for the years of taking the spotlight from Smith.

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The room was blurry when the world came back to (Y/N). She blinked a couple of times to try to gain her surroundings only to realize they were unfamiliar. 

“Where am I?” (Y/N) mumbled out loud.

“Well you’re in your new home honey!” A voice she did not recognize yelled out, starling her. Smith stood behind a prison door. (Y/N) quickly stood up on wobbly feet as she went over to him, becoming angry.

“Smith. Let me go or there’ll be actual hell to pay.” (Y/N) growled out, the tips of her hair enlightening in flames.

“Now, now, now. My sweet little Goddess.” He reached out and touched the girl’s face, “Don’t say threats you can’t keep.” 

“When Harry gets here he’s goin-” Smith cut (Y/N) by laughing obnoxiously.

“Oh sweet one, he’s already dead.” Smith smirked at her.

“You’re lying.” (Y/N) hissed out at him her hair still in flames due to her anger.

“If I was lying then why would I have this?” Smee said and then tossed a pirate hat at the Goddess. (Y/N) caught it then stared at in disbelieve, falling to her knees. Little did she know it was just a copy to fool her and that her lover was on his way to save her. 

“I’ll leave you to mourn.” Smith said mockingly as he pulled his red beanie off his head to place over his heart. (Y/N) clutched the hat to her chest and let out a choked cry as the obnoxious laugh came from her captor. It seemed like hours to (Y/N) as she sat there and cried at the lost of her love. Suddenly, two of Smith’s men came into the small room, dragging her to her feet.

“Let me go! I’ll have your souls!” She screamed out, fighting uselessly against their strong grips as they laughed at her threat.. Tears still ran down her face

“Feisty and puts up a fight. I like that a lot.” One of the men came in front of her view and smirked at her before they began the thing that would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her existence. The one man, who’s name was Graham, pulled a knife out and cut a slit into the collar of her shirt then ripped the rest of it, exposing her chest, with his hands. (Y/N) was a warrior though, the daughter of a Greek God, she wasn’t going down without a fight and she kicked her left leg out and hit Graham in the face with her boot, blooding his nose.

“Maybe too much of a fight.” Graham said and looked back at the man behind her, “Leo. Let’s show her what we do to girls who put up too much of a fight.” 

Although (Y/N) couldn’t see Leo, she felt him let go of her arms and she went to make a run for it but not before Leo was able to take out a knife himself and slash a cut opened onto her back. (Y/N) cried out in pain and fell back to the ground.

“That’s what you get for acting up.” Leo growled out coming to side of Graham who was holding his obvious broken nose.

“And that.” Graham said as he kicked her ribs making her go into the fetal position, “Is for trying to run.”

“We’ll be back for more later.” Leo said as the two men laughed as they walked out slamming the gate shut behind them not like (Y/N) could go anywhere anyways. After a while, (Y/N), being the survivor she is, sat up and ripped her shirt the rest of the way off then attempted to tie the shirt across her body trying to cover the wound, hissing when it made contact. She decided to look at her ribs where she was kicked, nasty bruises already formed confirming a couple ribs were at least cracked. Time passed slowly and quickly at the same time as she fell in and out of consciousness from the pain. Her eyes never left the hat of her beloved pirate. 

Unknowing to (Y/N), Harry Hook and the rest of his crew were taking care of Smith and his crew with ease, all they had to do now was find the beautiful and strong (Y/N). Gil was the one who stumbled upon the path to where the (Y/H/C) haired girl was, still leaning against the rock wall, head slouched to the side.

“Harry! I found her!” Gil hollered out to Harry, Uma, and the rest of their crew who all scrambled to make it down the pathway.

“(Y/N)?! I’m coming to get you!” Harry yelled out upon seeing his girlfriend barely moving, his heart breaking at the sight. He started to pick lock the padlock on the door. When the lock finally gave, he ran to her side and sat on the ground with her, trying to pull her small form into his body. She instantly woke up, her defensive mode already on as she began to fight back as much as she could.

“It’s me, (Y/N). I’m right here, no one’s going to hurt you now.” Harry said pulling her as close as he can to his chest without hurting her, everyone else looking in on the scene.

“No!” The beautiful girl screamed out believing she was imagining all of this, “Harry’s dead!”

“No, baby girl, I’m not. I’m right here, open your eyes.” His accent was getting thicker and tears began to drop down his face. They broke the strongest girl that’s ever lived. (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of her lover.

“Yo-you’re alive!” She yelled out shockingly and wrapped her arms around him ignoring the screams her body let out as the wound on her back reopened.

“I am.” Harry started and pulled his jacket off wrapping it around her bra-clade chest, “Let’s get you home now.” Harry said as he began to stand up with the girl still in his bloody hands from punching and fighting with Smith and his crew.

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“I’m sorry.” Harry mumbled as he disinfected the slash on her back and she hissed out in pain, her hair enlightening again. She laid on their shared bed in the corner of their studio-like apartment while Harry sat on the edge of the bed with the first aid kit sitting on one of their nightstands.

“They told you I was dead?” The pirate questioned as he began to place bandages across the cut, the Goddess slowly nodded her head.

“Smith threw me a hat that was similar to yours and said he finished you off. I was dumb enough to believe it all.” (Y/N) put herself down but Harry wasn’t having it.

“Don’t say that.” Harry bit out a little too harshly, making (Y/N) flinch but Harry quickly apologized. After finishing the bandages, he helped her roll onto her good side going before fetching a ice pack for the bruised side.

“You’re the strongest person in any universe. I could’ve never gone through what you did today.” Harry crawled into the bed next to his lover as his voice dropped to a whisper, “And it’s all my fault you had to.” 

“No.” (Y/N) breathed out, getting tired once again since she felt safe here in Harry’s arm. “Don’t say that. It’s over and done for now and we’re both safe that’s all that matters.” 

“You were taken from me and that was the scariest thing in my life, (Y/N). I never want to experience that again.” Tears started to slip from Harry’s eyes again still feeling the pain he had when he first figured out his love was missing and the feeling he had when he saw her on the ground in so much physical and emotional pain.

“And you won’t.” (Y/N) promised, tears forming in her eyes as she place one of her hands onto his face and brushed back a little of his unruly hair, “I love you Harry Hook. I always have and I always will.”

“And I’ve always have and always will love you, my Goddess.” Harry said before connecting his lips to her placing one hand on the arm that was lazily draped over his chest and the other was gently placed on the small of her back.

“Now let’s go to bed.” (Y/N) mumbled against her lover’s lips before breaking apart and resting her head on his chest while his chest found its way to the top of her head and they fell into a peaceful sleep, in each other’s arms, where their home truly was.

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