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descendantofthesparrow · 10 months ago

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Harry Hook x male!reader uhhhhh Captain Hook and Jack Sparrow have a rivalry so in relation their sons do too? 5+1 trope, enemies to lovers?

The five times I got punched in the mouth and the one time I got kissed.

This is in first POV because it felt right idk. Male! Sparrow! Reader.

It was safe to say Harry and I hated each other. Not sure why we did but we did…didn’t help that our fathers hated each other too.

Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain James Hook’s rivalry was almost as legendary as Uma and Mal’s rivalry, constant bickering, fighting, territory wars, the whole nine yards. And in relation, Harry and I weren’t exactly the best of friends either.

I think It all started when we were 4, dad, or Captain Jack Sparrow ~ as he’s known, were just-walking through the dock market area when we ran into Harry and his dad, honestly, I don’t remember what Dad and Hook started squabbling about but one minute I was standing by my dad and then next I was on the floor, bleeding from my mouth, a tooth on my tongue.

I looked up, jaw clenched to see Harry giving me a nasty grin, his fist at his side. Before either of our fathers could stop us, though I'm sure Hook wouldn’t have, I had launched myself at Harry and tackled him to the ground, whamming my small, not very pudgy, fists into his face-the boy screaming his head off as he threw his hands back at me.

Eventually, my father plucked me off of Harry and threatened Harry’s father to keep his son away from me, his gun drawn as he stalked away from the market with me under his arm, my face still facing Harry and I stuck my tongue out at the other boy while he glared back, both of our faces bloody and reddening with bruises.

That’s what started our personal rivalry.

After that, Harry and I hated each other-almost as much as Mal and Uma hated each other. There wasn’t a moment of calm between us, the moment we saw each other-swords were drawn and hands were thrown. More often than not, our friends would have to pull us off each other.

“Fuck you you fucking cunt boot-licking squid fucker!” I hissed at Harry while Gil dragged him back, Morgana Barbossa’s hand around my collar to keep me back while Harry glared back at me, his eyes gleaming red.

“Say that again ye monkey lover!” He snapped back, lunging at me though Gil was stronger and kept the boy back.

“Squid fucker!” I said with a snarl and pain exploded in my mouth again as Harry launched at me, his fist connecting with my mouth for the 2nd time. “FUCK!”

Morgana and Gil just sighed, letting Harry and I brawl it out on the wharf floor.

That happened when we were…11 I think. We were always at each other’s throats, smack talk, mean pranks, stealing each other’s stuff-all of it, it was constant, not a moment of peace between Harry and I. however, there were the constant brawls due to rivalry, and then there were the major fights, like turf wars or even when one of us said something that went too far.

We were 14 and I think I had said something about his mother, who had been a neverland mermaid, and I didn’t really say something…nice, but nice wasn’t in our vocabulary, but one moment I was sitting at one of the tables in the chip shop-the next I was on the floor, my mouth bloody and a tooth in my cheek, looking up at Harry-who looked downright ready to murder me.

“TALK ABOUT ME MOTHER LIKE THA’ AGAIN AND I’LL STRING YE GUTS FROM THE MAST!” Harry screamed, and for once I was speechless, I had never seen him that-upset before. He kicked me in the gut and then threw me and my crew out of the chip shop after that, I didn’t retaliate, landing with a grunt as I rolled off the stairs.

“Note to self don’t insult Harry’s mom,” Oliver Gibbs muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. my crew muttered in agreement, all getting up from the waterlogged docks and began to walk away from the chip shop, Gibbs turning back when he noticed I hadn’t followed yet. “captain!”

I hummed, removing my gaze from the chip shop and standing up, finding my hat and putting git back on, catching up with my crew.

Harry and I kept our distance after that, there was a new odd tension that I was almost scared to break, I don’t know why-but…I didn’t want to see Harry that upset again, I didn’t want to make him upset like that again.

At some point between then and our next interaction, Mal and her goons went to Auradon, and then they chose to be goodie goodies. We all expected them to stay away, to abandon us all on this godforsaken isle, but then-Ms. Blondie herself came crying back to the isle. I had been at the wharf when she arrived on her very obvious purple moped with her bleach blonde hair, I watched her walk off to her old hideout and instantly went to my crew to make a plan-we all knew her friends would be on the isle soon, and if we could get one of them, Mal would fold like a leaf to keep her friends safe-as we all knew she practically saw her friends as possessions rather than actual friends, and she was a possessive bitch.

Morgana was about to snatch Carlos when King Beasty himself came walking down the alleyway-which was an even sweeter deal-but low and behold-Harry and the wharf rats snatched him up first.

“Hey! We had this plan first,” I snapped at Harry as Gonzo and Jonas tied the king up, Harry just sneered at me. “Finders keepers Sparrow, get lost. Besides, if this goes right-we’ll all be free.” Harry snapped back and after a few minutes of a glaring match, I sighed, backing off.

“Point taken, don’t fuck this up for everyone Hook.” I said, Jack the monkey on Morgana’s shoulder screeching at Harry threateningly, the boy just rolled his eyes and went down the alleyway to threaten Evie and the boys. I rolled my eyes back and turned, Morgana huffing and following me back to the pearl.

Of course, things went to shit, Mal had apparently brought a fake wand, got Ben back, and escaped-Uma had escaped too but had left cotillion after Ben talked her down, even though Mal was making things worse trying to burn Uma.

Honestly, you’d think Mal would know water beats fire.

I headed down to the chip shop, pulling back the chain-link door. Ursula had closed the shop down as her only waitress had left the isle and was currently roaming the Auradon ocean, however over the last three days-there was a very loud commotion coming from the restaurant; swearing, things breaking, being thrown, screaming.

There was only one person it could be. I pushed open the wooden salon-style doors and saw Harry chucking a table across the room, cursing a mile a minute and breaking everything in his path.

I watched him rage for a few moments, before stepping further into the room. “Ursula won't be happy with this,” I commented, narrowly dodging a swing from his hook as he whirled around on me. His gaze was wild and unhinged, eyes gleaming red. He let out a strew of curses as he kept swinging, hook and fist flying at my face as I dodged and stepped back. I grunted as I tripped over a broken chair and fell back, Harry taking advantage of it and jumping on top of me, his hook clattering to the floor as his fists flew, in a mindless rage as he hit me again and again-the familiar pain exploding in my mouth as his fist hit my mouth for the 4th time in 13 years.

I just let him get his anger out on me, holding my arms in front of my face to guard myself slightly as Harry cursed me, and everything out. He cursed the isle, Ursula, Auradon, Ben, Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos, me, himself, his father-anything that came to mind he cursed out. After a few minutes his swings became lighter, missing me and his body shook, his breathing ragged. I drew my arms down, my face bloody and starting to bruise as I looked up at him, seeing tears in his black-lined eyes, his jaw wobbling as he drew his fists up towards his face, like he was prepared to strike again.

“…better?” I asked finally, and Harry broke, blackened tears escaping his eyes as his body went limp and folded over on top of me, his arms wrapping around my neck as I wrapped my arms around his torso, squeezing tight.

“We were so close,” he hissed into my ear, not quite sobbing but too proud to do so, and I squeezed him tight, sighing; my face throbbing with pain but I ignored it. “we had it, we had the wand-she lied again-she lied again-she tricked us again.”

I knew he meant Mal.

I sighed, rubbing his back, letting him get his emotions out.

After a while Harry finally sat back up and looked at my face, wincing a bit, I just shrugged him off. “not like it ain’t the first time you’ve beat me up,” I said, standing up and holding out my hand to him. he sighed and took my hand, standing up.

“What are ye doin here anyway?” Harry grumbled, looking around the chip shop that was now torn to shreds thanks to Harry’s rage/meltdown. He winced at the sight, shook his hands, and began to pick up. I helped.

“Wanted to check on you,” I said quietly and Harry furrowed his brows at me, clearly curious on why I would do that if we hated each other. “I know what it’s like to lose family, Harry.” Harry stared at me for a very long moment, then looked away, and we continued to clean up the mess of chairs and tables in silence.

“thought you and Hook hated each other?” Morgana asked as we walked away from the chip shop after coming to an agreement with Harry to combine our crews to keep control of the wharf.

“We’ve…come to see eye to eye,” I said cryptically and Morgana hummed, flipping a gold coin between her fingers, her eyes straight ahead. “Sure sure,” She muttered and I bapped the back of her head, smirking as her hat fell and she punched me in the shoulder for making it fall.

“VK day eh?” I muttered as I looked at the posters that had sprouted across the isle over the last few months, along with a shelter that Carlos had founded, and several ‘safe’ streets named after the other traitors. A horde of younger isle kids ran past me and one shoved a ‘vk day application into my chest and I huffed, grabbing it before it fell and taking a look.

…such propaganda bullshit.

I continued my route to the chip shop, shoving open the saloon-style doors and putting my sword in the check, making my way to the main table where the wharf rats and my crew were all sat, half of them helping keep the chip shop running in Uma’s absence as it was the pirate's main place of meeting, other than the ships.

“What ye got there?” I heard over my shoulder as I walked up to the table, feeling Harry’s chin rest on my shoulder to look at the paper, snorting as I heard the disgust grow in his voice. “Ew-vk day? Those traitors really expect any respectable villain kid ta want ta go to Auradon?” Harry sneered, taking the paper from me and examining it closer with a stink eye.

“I think any respectable vk just wants off this rock, no matter how they have to do it.” I reasoned and Harry rolled his eyes, crumbling up the paper and throwing it at my head. I snorted as it bounced off my tri-corn hat and tumbled to the table, Bonnie grabbing it with a spark in her eye.

“A few of us should apply though, if we can get out, we can look for Uma,” Bonnie said and I hummed, tilting my head. that wasn’t a bad plan.

“One problem though, the dragon bitch and her goons would never choose us,” Harry snarked, sitting on the table next to where I was leaning against it. “it’s still not a bad plan, besides, Evie might; she’s the most… open-minded of those four,” I said and Harry tapped his fist against my mouth to make me shut up and I snapped at his fingers, leading him to flick his fingers against my nose.

“Aye aye, maybe we could sneak through tha’ barrier when those traitors come ta visit.” Harry plotted under his breath and I sighed, stealing a fry from Morgana while she was distracted by Jack who was trying to steal one of her rings.

In a flash of blue/purple light, Audrey was defeated and all her curses reversed. Harry let out a shaky breath and turned, watching as the stone figure of (y/n) Sparrow cracked and softened.

I took a heaving breath, my arms dropping to my sides as I took a moment to regain my balance. Audrey had turned me to stone while Harry, Uma, and I had been trying to help Mal defeat her before it was too late. “damn, that sucked.” I groaned, looking up as I heard rapid footsteps race towards me, Harry dropping his hook to the ground and I yelped as he jumped at me, his arms flinging around my neck. I didn’t even have a chance to speak before his lips were on mine as I fell back to the ground, landing with a thump as Harry kissed me passionately.

After my moment of shock, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“What the fuck happened while I was gone?!” I heard Uma ask, she had been shocked to see Harry and I getting along in general, seeing us kiss had thrown her through a whole new loop.

I didn’t care, I just kept kissing the pirate who had stolen my heart over the last two years.

-end-

Not my best work I think but hey…Its written…yay~

@random-thoughts-004 @sephiralorange

there was a whole harry hook x r taglist but iiii dont feel like doing all that, so...

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook #harry hook x reader #sparrow reader #male reader

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descenderintofantasy · 5 months ago

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That 'almost kiss' will FOREVER hurt me! I will FOREVER be chasing the 'dangling carrot' that is Huma.

The CRUELLEST THING Descendants ever did was HUMA! They dropped SO MANY hints and did SO much build up. They let us ship them and then at the LAST SECOND, they WOULDN'T CONFIRM the ship! They LITERALLY TOLD THOMAS TO LEAN IN like he was going to KISS China and then RIPPED IT AWAY from us by telling/directing her to brush it off and walk away!

They built shippers up and then sent them crashing down!

How many shippers were screaming at their TVs in sadness when they saw Harry go in for a kiss and Uma pulled away?

Just becuse shippers headcanon off-screen kisses doesn't make it any less cruel, harsh and soul crushing! WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ON SCREEN KISS!

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma daughter of ursula #huma #harry x uma #uma x harry #We came SO CLOSE!#they are CANON!#carrot dangling!#That was just CRUEL kenny!#cruelty!#thomas doherty #china anne mcclain

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supercap2319 · 2 years ago

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"Why don't you tell everyone the present you have for me, Ben?" Um chuckled nervously. After Lumiere reveals a stained glass panel of Y/N and Ben, it seems that Ben was reaching towards it. Almost like he wasn't himself. Uma couldn't have that now could she?

Ben took a few steps towards the stairs, and looked around the room. "I have an announcement!" He declared.

Beast removed his glasses and walked down the stairs towards his son. Ben takes Uma's hand. "Uma will be joining the court tonight as my lady." Uma beams at Y/N as he looks shocked.

"No..." His subjects cried.

Beast gives him a look. "Son..." He began.

"NOT NOW, DAD! I AM NOT DONE YET!" Ben growled in his most beast-like voice. Scarier than his father's. His subjects jump in fear at their King's outburst. Ben groaned as he grabbed his head.

Ben's parents regard him with concerned looks. "Uh, so, as my gift, uh, to her... I'm bringing down the barrier once and for all." Everyone's jaw drops on surprise at that announcement.

On the Isle, Harry Hook watches the announcement on their busted up television set. He grins. "Mateys... We ride with the tide!" They all cheer and whoop. They stomped their feet and clapped their hands. Harry gives Gil a surly look, and locks lips with him in a heated and passionate kiss. Their time has finally come.

On the ship, Y/N, his sister, and their friends trade stunned looks. "Fairy Godmother." She turns to Ben. "Bring down the barrier." She gripped her wand tightly. "I most certainly will not."

"I AM YOUR KING! YOU SERVE ME!" Ben said.

"Obey him." Uma said.

"Ben's been spelled, Y/N." Mal whispered.

"Uma must have found your spell book." Evie said.

"You must have dropped it back on the Isle. We have to break it." Y/N said.

"The reverse spell. We can say it together." Mal grabbed her brother's hand as her eyes glowed a brilliant green. Y/N's eyes glowed red and his hair was set ablaze. "Repeat after me: Host soul reject the poison possession. Let love's light end this cruel obsession."

"Host soul reject the poison possession. Let love's light end this cruel obsession."

They cast the reverse spell, but nothing happened. "I don't understand. That spell should have worked."

Evie put a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I think you're going to need the strongest of magic to save, Ben. True love."

"True love's kiss can break any spell or curse." Y/N nods. He takes a step towards Ben and Uma, ready to spill his guts in front of everyone. Hopefully, it's enough to save Ben.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #descendants #descendants x reader #ben florian #Ben Florian x male reader #Ben Beast x male reader #mitchell hope #Mitchell Hope x male reader

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months ago

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He should be having a mental breakdown behind the club

Sea Three going clubbing, as they deserve <3

It is dark and the air in the club vibrates with music, deep and wild. The sound echoes through Harry’s bones, but he manages not to focus on that, with Uma and Gil dancing right in front of him.

Uma– She’s wearing a shiny minidress tonight, as if she needed the extra bling to be jaw-droppingly beautiful – Harry almost scoffs at the thought. She is also dancing oh-so-close to him and singing the lyrics at the top of her lungs. The club is so loud that Harry can barely hear his Captain’s voice, but oh well, just more of the reason to go closer.

He grins at her and twirls her around, only laughing more when she bumps into him. He catches her into a hug and soon, Gil is there too: „Aww, group hug!“ he exclaims before he proceeds to pick them both up and spin around, causing a minor commotion on the packed dance floor.

These people should have known better than to get too close to them, anyway.

„Gil!“ Uma shrieks, laughing, „Put us down!“

He does, though he doesn’t let go entirely, and the music drops lower yet; it makes the hair at the back of Harry’s neck stand up. Unconsciously, he tightens his hold around Uma’s waist.

She glances up at him and moves her lips in a silent question: „You okay?“ (She has pretty lips.) He just smiles at her instead of an answer and inclines his head, knowing she’ll want more than just a smile.

„Okay,“ she says and then she presses a quick kiss to his jaw; „Love you.“ This leaves him so dazed he almost misses it when the music drops all-time low – when the DJ speaks and the crowd chants with him – when the lights flicker and die, only to come back wrong.

And there, of course, Uma is, amidst the nigh-black mass of the club, gleaming and alight, like the goddess she is; Harry wishes he could appreciate that properly, now.

Instead, he just blinks, processing the strange light and the music and pulses through him; he moves one of her braids over her shoulder.

„Uma!“ Gil exclaims, startling Harry from his thoughts, „You are glowing!“

Uma smiles – her lips glow, too – and winks at Harry before turning around and wrapping her arms around Gil. „If anyone asks, it’s just make-up, Gilly,“ she says, as if anyone who knows her – anyone from the <i>crew</i> would believe that.

But the club is too busy for Harry to argue, the too deep music and bodies all around them, uncomfortably close, and this is Auradon, he can’t just stab people for getting too handsy, break their bones–

„I’ll be right back, love,“ he says to her – hopefully she heard, or Gil, or – and walks into the crowd, pushing the shapeless mass out of his way. A sharp elbow, a hard push, who could blame him, really?

Soon, he is out of the stuffy dance floor, and looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Fuck. He didn‘t drink enough yet to be feeling so out of it. He grips the cold edge of the sink and closes his eyes, breathing in deeply.

When he opens his eyes again, staring back at him is the same manic expression as always. The eyeliner frames his eyes perfectly, but does little else to disguise the twirl in insanity inside.

He blinks again and nothing changes, his eyes are still as wide as before and the air is still too heavy, and– Eh, might as well.

Harry exits the bathroom and walks directly to the bar. He pushes aside Ivy de Vil, who was flirting with the bartender and probably well on her way to get a free round for herself and whoever she wishes and orders.

She keeps speaking into his order gesturing to the bartender wildly, and he cannot distinguish her words; he shuts his eyes for just a moment, to block out at least something.

When he opens his eyes again, the three drinks he ordered for himself and his partners are in front of him, as well as two shots of clear liquid; Ivy grabs one of them.

„Vodka,“ she shouts, but he’s mostly reading her lips, „You look like you need it.“

He grabs his shot without thinking.

„Cheers.“

They drink together, and the shock of the alcohol does manage to block out the club for a moment. Harry shakes his head, ignores his hair falling into his eyes, and throws some money on the counter; it is probably enough.

He doesn’t really care that he just paid for Ivy’s drink, too.

He doesn’t spare her another glance as he walks into the thick crowd of people that make his skin crawl. He finds Uma and Gil easily enough – she’s still glowing like a star – and gives them the drinks; neither of them comment on his being half-empty already.

He watches them dance, Uma pulling in more and more people with her magnetic presence, but he doesn’t join, can’t bring himself to move. When Gil looks at him questioningly, he just shoots him a smile: Everything’s just fine, isn’t it?

He presses his nails into his palms.

The next thing he notices is Uma, taking the drink from him and speaking at him; he does his best to focus and listen, because it’s Uma.

„…Outside?“

He nods, mostly because saying „yes“ to his Captain’s suggestions is the most natural thing for him to do, and relaxes a little when she takes his hand, having given her own drink to Gil.

He focuses on the contact as he follows her through the club, the sea of people spreading apart to let her pass, she flashes her bracelet to the security by the entrance, and the cold air hits him in the face.

He exhales in relief, shutting his eyes and waits for the afterglow of the club lights to go away. Uma pulls him closer to her and he hides his face in her hair.

„It’s okay,“ she mutters, „You should’ve told me sooner. It’s okay now.“

Maybe it really is, with her hugging him and Gil carefully putting his arms around both of them.

„Sorry,“ he says.

„Don’t say sorry, Harry,“ she says,„It was getting way too hot and crowded in there anyway.“

„Yeah, way too hot,“ agrees Gil quickly.

„So we’re just gonna stay here for a bit, okay, Harry? Let’s go sit.“ She gestures towards the wall. Let’s go sit, of course, he can do that – as long as she doesn’t let go.

And either way: „I love you,“ he says. It just seems like an important thing to say. „You know that, right? I love you.“

„I know,“ says Uma, smiling, tugging him down to sit.

„Love you too.“ Gil.

Harry sits in between them, just enjoying how close they are and that nothing else is trying to steal his attention, tearing it in a million directions. He lays his head on Uma’s shoulder.

„I don’t think I want to go back inside anytime soon.“

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #gil descendants #ivy de vil #tw: alcohol #clubbing #sensory issues

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humaforever · 3 months ago

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Do you have any new hcs you want to share?

Not many but I do have a few yes :)

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

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

Ivy also wears Claudine's prayer ropes as garters.

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

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

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

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

Gil does the grocery shopping for the crew.

#disney descendants

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bucket-barnes · 1 year ago

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What a fool you were

Guess who was feeling Stabby 😀…it was me. I crave violence and have some lingering bisexual rage against Harry Hook- here’s some angst! Hope you like poison!

TW: someone’s gonna die and I do not shy away from trying to make you cry. If you’re unable to handle depictions of sickness and death, feel free to pay this no mind and keep scrolling. If you’re here to let me make you cry, read away.

(Characters: sea three, sorta but not really core four+ben, hook siblings, lost revenge crew)

He was a fool

He was an absolute fucking fool

They were sent on a diplomatic mission in Camelot, King Arthur wasn’t willing to comply with some of king Ben’s new laws regarding the…villains. Uma and her pirates had been sent to deal with the problem, since, no one would dare mess with Uma and with her entire crew to back her up, there was no way this could go wrong…right?

It took ten minutes for the meeting to derail and turn into a battle. King Arthur refused to compromise and Uma wasn’t backing down, after a few pointed comments at the young sea witch, sword were drawn and a fight ensued

Metal clashed with metal, swords and daggers flew across the room, breaking statues and knocking lights off the walls, one pirate’s sword ended lodged in the round table. Uma was preoccupied, fighting two knights at once, it was honestly child’s play for her. The knights were trained to fight with honor and uniform, Uma was trained by pirates, to never let her enemy know her next move, it was almost too easy

And then she heard it…that unmistakable yelp

Uma turned around and saw Harry collapse to the ground, his hand clasped over his abdomen…and a knight, with a now bloodied dagger clutched in his hand

Uma saw red. In a flash, the knight was pinned to a wall and the room went silent, weapons clattered to the ground, and knights tossed up their hands in surrender. The lost revenge crew were gathered in a circle around Harry…he wasn’t getting up

Uma ran to her first mate. He was lying on the ground, his hand shakily covering his wound, his breath was uneven and his forehead was beaded with sweat. Uma moved his hand, and then she saw it…dark purple mixed in with red

No…no, no, no. Not him, anyone but him

Uma’s hands began to tremble, traveling up to Harry’s cheek. She looked up at Gil, who already had tears in his eyes

“…Call Ben” it was supposed to sound like an order, but it came out as more of a desperate plea. She looked at Jonas and didn’t have to say a word, he simply nodded and lifted Harry into his arms.

The next couple days were dark. Ben had called every doctor in Auradon, all coming back with the same answer, that there was nothing they could do, it was a kind of poison no one had ever seen before and nothing they tried was working. Mal begged, pleaded with Hades, her own father, to do something, anything to save her friend…but not even the gods could help…all anyone could do was wait. Wait for the inevitable

Uma never left Harry’s side. She stayed with him on the ship, crew members rotating shifts on guarding the door of the captain’s quarters, if they weren’t guarding the door…they were saying goodbye

Harry had changed a lot in the past few days, both physically and mentally. His skin had become a sickly pale, almost like porcelain, his once piercing blue eyes were now cloudy and distant. He didn’t talk, he really only had the energy to mumble and whisper, even then his words would often be interrupted by coughing or moans in agony. He’d try to put on his same suave exterior, not wanting his loved ones to be sad when he eventually passed, though there was only one time he couldn’t keep it together

…with his family

His father was off getting drunk somewhere, unable to cope with losing his only son, his boy. Harriet and CJ were there. Harriet held his hand and knelt down to kiss his forehead, her own eyes glassy with tears, trying so hard to stay strong and not cry in front of her little brother…she could really only manage one phrase

“I love you” the words coming out as a choking whisper. Harry squeezed her hand as hard as he could, as if to tell her “it’s ok”

It was much harder when it came to CJ. Callista Jane, his baby sister, she really did look younger to him. Her features looking more innocent and child-like as she held her brother close and cried into his shoulder

“Please don’t leave” she cried. Harry let a few of his own tears fall as he whispered “…I’m sorry” he couldn’t make that promise, he knew his time was coming, that no one could do anything about it…all he could do was apologize

Harry’s last day was peaceful. It was just him and Uma in the captain’s quarters, she held his hand while he looked into her eyes and smiled, it was a weak one, but he could still see her and that’s all he needed. Uma didn’t let him talk, she knew it’d be too much energy for him and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, however much time that was

Harry managed to muster enough strength to tuck a piece of Uma’s hair behind her ear, he always loved her hair. Seeing those teal waves always made his day, whenever she asked him, he’d help her braid it, he loved watching it blow in the wind…he’d miss that��he’d miss her

It took some convincing, but Harry got Uma to lay with him, wanting to hold her one last time. She had her head on his chest and his face was buried in her hair, taking in that one last smell of the sea. They laid in silence, coming to terms with the inevitable. Uma took to listening to Harry’s heartbeat. It was uneven and strained, like his body was fighting to keep going. She began to notice a pattern

One, two…three, four. For every two beats, there was a pause, almost like a very slow, ticking time bomb of death, she stayed on his chest for the rest of the day, her tears falling on his skin as the pattern broke…and his heartbeat faded

One, two…three, four

One, two…three…four

One, two…three…

One, two��

One…

…

Numb, that’s what she felt, Uma felt numb. She felt Harry’s hand still wrapped around her arm, it felt cold and empty. She slowly moved his arm and sat up, she stroked his cheek…and she moved a little closer

Maybe, just maybe…

…Maybe the fairytales are right…

Ooooo~ it’s open ended~ you decide how it ends! Is this penance for writing this sappy piece of shit? Yes, do I regret it? We’ll see in the morning! If I made you cry that means I did my job. If you’re wondering “Bucket, where did you get this demented idea?” I couldn’t tell you, but I hope you liked it! Even if I just made you sob

#disney descendants #harry hook #disney #descendants 3 #gil descendants #ben descendants #carlos descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #descendants 2 #descendants fanfiction #descendants fandom #angst #poison

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zalrb · 2 years ago

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Red White and Royal Blue Review

I'm sorry but as the president's son, wouldn't you know not to get drunk at an official engagement like this?

Is that cake about to get ruined because it feels like the cake is about to get ruined. I didn't see the trailer.

2. Yes, it was ruined. I feel like I should be drunk for this.

3. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. I was like what’s going on with Uma Thurman but I realize she’s trying to do an accent. I do not think it’s working.

5. This ... looks weird to me

It almost looks like photoshop, idk.

6. I’ve only been watching this for ten minutes but .. why can’t I remember his name, whatever president son dude, I think he’s the weakest link. The dialogue isn’t as snappy as it thinks it is although I did chuckle at the “you’ll act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency” but Zahra sells the quick “snappy” wit with more ease than he does. He isn’t comfortable with it.

7. Equerry dude is hotter than both of them.

8. Alex. His name is Alex.

9. Honestly, out of the two of them, Alex is acting like the bigger jackass.

10. Yeah, Alex kinda irritates me.

11. He flirts better with Miguel. Those eyes?

like I know we’re not at the flirty part with Henry yet but I can already tell we’re not going to get the same energy.

12. I don’t think you understand the laugh that came out of my mouth when I saw this

because it’s basically like they each got their own Black Best Friend and I know this is supposed to be like DIVERSITY.

13. “Omg people would kill to come to my NYE party” so far, this is a pretty basic party, sir.

14. So Henry is supposed to be uptight and posh and Alex is supposed to be more carefree, the drunk partier dude, but the thing is, the actor doesn’t come across carefree, he feels like he’s trying to be carefree so he actually makes me feel more uptight than Henry because I’m like, you’re not letting loose but you’re supposed to be the loose one.

15. TO THE WINDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW TO THE WALL! TILL THE SWEAT DROPS DOWN MY BALLS! AH SKEET SKEET MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, AH SKEET SKEET GOTDAMN!

16. LMAOOOOOOOOO. Honestly, I don’t know if them choosing Get Low as the song they’re supposed to see each other across the dance floor and look at each other longingly is brilliant or terrible.

17. Aww Henry wanted a NYE kiss. Sad face.

18. Henry, I just feel like you could do better than Alex?

19. WE GET IT YOU WERE WORKING CLASS

20. Well at least they’re not Malec when they kiss.

21. He’s reminiscent of a a young Al Pacino -- I’m actually thinking of Al Pacino in Scarface but they did darken his skin for Scarface, which is you know.

22. “He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football” this line is wasted on these two. Jesus, give it to people with chemistry.

23.

he deserves a better scene partner.

24. I can’t believe I’m not even an hour in.

25. Alex, do some work!

26. Oh, this banter is terrible. People are comparing this to Merthur?

27. Wait, but I want to know which other famous boys he’s shagged.

28. This is probably the most I’ve cared about them so far

29. And he's blinking rapidly to show he's nervous but it should be in the body language, Alex is kind of just standing there. It should be nervous and exciting and intimate and thrilling, it's just ... kind of happening. Like the dude who plays Henry, his back must be TIRED from carrying all of this.

30. Ah yes,

it's giving

but way less intimate.

31. OK. So. I was going to add a screenshot but I was afraid tumblr would block it if I did so when they're making love, Alex -- who I almost called whatshiface -- says "I can't believe how wrong I was about you" and here's my thing with dialogue during sex scenes and I feel really bad for comparing these two movies because no one deserves this but it reminds me of when anons were like please watch some clips of the um, what's that movie series based on Harry Styles fanfiction -- After -- WE ARE GOING TO PAUSE TO BRING ATTENTION TO THE PROCESS I WENT THROUGH TO GET THE NAME OF THESE FUCKING MOVIES:

I typed in movie based on harry styles fanfiction and then Google was like Anne Hathaway and I was like what no, there's another movie based on One Direction fanfiction?? HOW MANY ARE THERE? then I was like wasn't Jughead in the movie? but then I forgot his real name so I had to be like Riverdale cast and it was like Cole Sprouse and I was like RIGHT! then looked up his fucking filmography and it wasn't there and I was like I swear I saw a clip with him in it and then I was like RIGHT, he is a twin so then I Googled his brother's name then I got Dylan Sprouse and then I looked up HIS filmography and got the name of the movie JUST FOR THIS BRIEF MENTION IN THIS STUPID POST and I was like, but anons can't search the masterlist??????????

anyway there's that scene where they're having sex in her office or something and like in the middle of them having sex he's like "SAY I'M THE ONLY ONE" or something and it just made me laugh because his voice is unaltered, he just delivered the line like they were having a regular conversation and that's what happens here, Alex just says this line and it takes me out of the moment because I'm like you're not being breathy or moaning or something as you talk, you're just talking like normal? THEN DON'T SPEAK.

32. But what does Alex do? Is he in school? Is he ... what does he do? I know he wrote a memo that nobody read and will probably end up being a huge meaningful contribution down the line but he's talking about wishing he could help more and I'm like what's your job? Like you can still help people in whatever job you're doing, like are YOU going to hospitals and talking to dying children? Like what's happening here?

33. And he's going on and on about making his dad proud and being someone who can do something but you're the guy who got drunk at a wedding and made a 75,000 pound cake fall. I...

34. Ah he's a law student. Volunteer at a free law clinic then, jesus christ.

35. OK their together texts are infinitely worse. "I CAN'T HAVE SMUT FILLING MY INBOX".

36. I mean, Miguel is a journalist, Alex, I...

37. So I'm guessing Miguel will break the Alex/Henry story. Because duh.

38. HENRY IS TRYING SO HARD.

39. "Dad, what is this music? It's so not the vibe" I'm sorry but I find Alex insufferable.

40. Oh so Henry DOES read nonwhite authors, jfc.

41. Ohhhhhhh whatshisface, Alex, is having the IT ALL MAKES SENSE moment, which MUST happen when the love interest is singing, HENRY IS HIS FOREVER BOO. And then of course, princes can't be gay so even though Henry feels the same way, I'm sure he'll be all I TOLD YOU NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME.

42. This movie seems like there'll be a rain kiss in it.

43. "Yeah, he's tougher than he looks." You guys were drinking tequila shots, doing karaoke and playing volleyball, not chopping wood for your only source of heat during winter in the Appalachians. Relax.

44. "You can understand my life a little more" which is cool but what about HIS life, Alex? I don't know I just find him extremely self-centered.

45. IT'S LIKE THERE'S A ROPE ATTACHED TO MY CHEST AND IT KEEPS PULLING ME TOWARDS YOU. Yes, I see the Jane Eyre reference.

46. Aww, he's in the pool with his hand over his heart. I needed a better couple for this.

47. And here we go with the downturn before the uptick.

48. He's trying so hard to be melancholy and this is what we get?

A furrowed brow?

49.

I mean are you? What is this, Stefan about Caroline? Please be serious.

50. Well, there's rain. But they're not kissing.

51. "I flew across an ocean" which would be more impressive if you weren't the president's son, Alex.

52.

You didn't actually storm the castle, though. Who are you now, Damon?

53. This should be way more frenzied than it is. He should be yelling, out of his mind, and Henry should be doing exactly what he's doing now.

54.

Well that's because he's amazingly self-centred.

55. ON. HIS. BACK.

56. Stephen Fry being in this is kind of perfect though. I just wish the movie was better.

57. OK well that's over.

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piratecore-art · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Harry Hook/Mal Bertha, Uma/harry hook, Mal bertha/ben florin

Song: bad idea by Dove Cameron

Could've said this day was coming

See your name light up my phone

Mal glanced down when her phone buzzed.

‘Harry Hook’.

She smirked.

“Hello?” She purred, tucking a strand of purple hair behind her ear before holding her phone up to it, the dragon-shaped gold ear cuff glinting in the sunshine.

You're having revelations

Wish you never let me go

“Hello, darlin’,” harry purred back. “What are you wearing?”

And you say that you miss me (I'm sure that you miss me)

Mal pursed her lips, glancing down at her purple and black leather clad body. She hesitated, tapping her chin, before answering-

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Good.” Harry’s voice was like melted chocolate- sweet, rich, and oh so dark.

Funny how you think you're such a mystery

Say you gotta tell me something face to face

“Listen, I called for a reason.” Harry’s voice grew serious.

“Oh?” Mal played casual, but inside, she felt a little bit of ice in her veins.

She and harry had been calling and sexting for the better part of a few weeks now, and as much as she loved the thrill, if their respective partners found out …

“Ben and Uma didn’t-“

“No.”

Relief flooded through her.

“I want to meet. In person.”

I know I shouldn't do it, but I'm gonna do it

Seems exactly where I shouldn't go, I'm running to it

Mal felt a thrill.

Was she really going to do this?

Sleep with- have sex with- Harry fucking Hook?

I've been trying out the high road, and I hate it

I've got a lot of sins, but you're my favorite

Mal arrived to the agreed spot late that night.

She rode her motorcycle into the dim-lit clearing. She dismounted in one stride, her short skirt fluttering around her thighs. Her panties were already soaked through, and the slick had left a stain on the seat beneath her.

She took off her helmet, dumping it on the ground beside te bike.

Her high heeled combat boots clacked against the ground as she walked across the stone-lined path and deeper into the enchanted forest.

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

“Hello, duckling,” a voice murmured behind her. Hands encircled her waist, and she spun around. Harry let out a small yelp at the blade suddenly pressed to his neck.

“Easy, Mal.” he nudged the dagger down and leaned in, running a finger over the underside of her chin. “It’s me.”

Mal sheathed the dagger and pulled him in for a kiss.

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

The kiss was hot and wet, all tongues and teeth. They pulled each other close, harry reaching to cup Mal’s ass as she moaned, pushing in to grab at his biceps.

Fuck it, let's do it again

You'll pick somewhere that's private

Where you and I can really speak

“You’re sure we’re alone?” Mal gasped.

“Aye. “

Harry hoisted her up with one arm around her waist and one under her leg, her long limbs wrapped around him. He pushed her back against one of the trees.

Go ahead and tell me something

That you learned in therapy

“My therapist says I need to stop seeing you,” Mal murmured in between kisses.”she thinks I’m addicted to you.”

Harry laughed. He nipped at her ear and slipped his fingers into her underwear, feeling at her soft, slick foldes.

Mal through back her head, her hair tangling in the rough bark of the tree behind her. Se moaned as his clever fingers delved into her dripping pussy.

And it's almost convincing (it's almost convincing)

But I've been known to go against my instincts

“Please, Harry,” Mal begged. “Fuck me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, just finally- ahh!”

She cut off with a moan as harry thrust into her, twisting his fingers just so.

And I know you're performing, but it's working for me

We can talk about it in the morning

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

Harry moaned with her as they pushed into another kiss, and his hands fumbled with the zipper on his ripped jeans. A moment later, his cock sprang free, and he was pulling aside her purple lace panties and pushing into her.

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

She felt so fucking full. His cock pullsed inside of her, making her moan.

“Harry- PLEASE!”

The son of hook abliged her, fucking her fast and hard, slamming her back into the tree over and over.

And then she was cumming, hard, soaking his length and he was inside of her, and they were-

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

Fuck it, let's do it again

The next morning, Mal was in a fabulous mood. She’d finally had her night with the famous harry hook, the boy she’d been after since they were teenagers.

Suck it, Uma.

She strutted into Ben’s office, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. “Morning, lover!” she hummed.

He didn’t respond.

He was too busy staring at an email on his laptop.

Bottom line, we made it out the first time

Still in love and half alive

“Mal. Did you- did you cheat on me?”

The email was from Uma.

Mal froze.

“I told you Harry and I would get you proof that she’s a cheater,” the byline read. “Shame. Maybe I can send Harry to comfort you next.”

Attached to the email was a video, followed by countless text receipts.

We didn't die, but no guarantees this time

We might

Mal was speechless. Harry… had done all this… to get a sex tape. To prove she was a cheater.

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

All the proof ben needed.

Mal’s time as queen was over.

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

Fuck it, let's do it again

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hopestolen · 8 years ago

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i cant i really…. i cant

#GOD #❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ's ᴍɪɴᴇ ɪs ᴏᴜʀs ☆ uma & harry hook .#❝ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏs ☆ visage .#❝ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ☆ harry hook .#uma/harry: almost kiss #gil: speaks #uma: OH THANK GOD #uma: dance number time

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years ago

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Cant stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- p2

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; slightly dubcon due to drugged sex, only Harry is drugged (he fully aware about what's going on and is consensual (both parties are), but its still drugged sex) basically sex pollen smut but its sex potion, SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), rough sex, hella swearing and dirty talk. breeding kink

i still think this is the best thing ive ever written (smut wise)

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy cuz this is fully self-indulgent, im still very much getting used to writing smut so i’ll be sticking with fem biology for a bit longer until i’m fully comfortable writing that, then I’ll start experimenting.

God dammit again?!

Only a few hours after dinner, pretty much-an hour- before he had knocked on your door the night before, Harry was in front of you once again, cheeks flushed, panting, and eyes dilated with lust. “Again?” you whispered, reaching out and cupping his overheated cheek and Harry melted into you, your simple touch providing intense relief.

“Aye, started a few minutes ago,” Harry grunted as a cramp washed through his body, thankfully not as painful as they were yesterday. “Didn’t want ta wait n end up like last night; smelled ye’ again too.” you stared up at Harry, sighing as you realized you were going to have to help him again. Not that you minded but, something was clearly very wrong if this was happening two nights in a row, and seemingly at the same time both nights.

You pulled Harry into your cabin, locking the door behind him. You turned, your nose almost meeting Harry’s face, he was so close to you; his hands twitching with the urge to touch you. “Darlin’” Harry rasped, drool already accumulating in his mouth. You gave him a comforting smile, leaning up and kissing him softly, humming against his lips as he whimpered, his nimble hands clutching to your plush waist.

“I dunno if I’ll be able to control myself, m’ sorry if I hurt yeh” Harry whispered into your mouth, already backing you up to press you to the wall next to the door, his hands drawing down to your sleep shorts and slipping inside, pushing his fingers into your heated skin. You just smiled against his lips, winking at him; chuckling as his cheeks got even darker “I told you; I like it like that” you muttered, your breath stolen from you as Harry fully pressed against you, his fully hardened cock pressed against your already aching core; his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

His hips rut into yours, sending shivers up your spine as his cock rubbed against your ever-sensitive clit. Thank god you didn’t give those magic pills back to Uma yet, you were going to need them in the morning. Harry moaned into your mouth and suddenly you were all too aware of where he had you pressed up. You pushed at his chest, his hands withdrawing from your shorts, his eyes glassy and confused “too close to the door” was all you said before you were picked up and moved to the other side of the room, now being pressed against the wall next to your bathroom. “better” you muttered before being kissed again, your shorts being pushed down in a feverish motion, your underwear going with them as Harry started to get onto his knees, kissing your exposed skin as he did.

You gasped as Harry’s tongue met your clit, his wonderfully long and thin fingers trailing the lips of your cunt, soaking up all the wetness that had already accumulated there and inserting a finger into you. You grabbed his hair, curling your fingers into the soft curly locks, moaning and rutting against his mouth and fingers as he dutifully prepared you for his cock.

Even under some sort of-lust spell or whatever it was-he was ever the gentleman. Soon a 2nd finger joined the first, loosening you up in careful thrusting motions that he meshed with spreading his fingers to stretch you out. “mmmf” you huffed, out, your head hitting the wall as a third finger slid into you, his mouth still licking and socking at your clit, sometimes his teeth would gently slide over the sensitive bud and it made your knees buckle every time, his free hand keeping you upright.

You looked down, surprised to see Harry staring right back at you, his eyes not as dark as the night before. You swallowed harshly, realizing this was more ‘him’ than you thought “Didn’t you say you had no experience prior to all this?” you panted, eyes rolling back as Harry’s fingers pressed against your g-spot and he fluttered his tongue against your clit. He chuckled against you, pulling back for only a moment, his lips and chin covered in you. “goin’ on instincts…and whatever” he nodded down at himself, a cheeky grin on his lips “this is” at that, he latched onto you again, trying to get you to your peak and make sure you were ready for him.

You twitched and whined as you felt that coil in your gut begin to tighten, chest rising with each pant that escaped your lips. “H-Harry~” you breathed out, tugging at his hair as he brought you to the edge “Aah~” he pulled out and off, licking his lips as you kicked his thigh “h-hey! Not nice!” Harry just chuckled darkly, his eyes once again that dark stormy blue. He stood, taking off his shirt and pants, pulling his underwear down just enough to free himself, and unlike last night, the tip of his cock was a dripping peach red, ready to go.

“One word and I’ll leave” Harry rasped into your ear, his arms on either side of you, his right arm drawing down to grab the inside of your leg. You leaned into him and licked his jaw, gasping as his wonderfully thick cock pushed into you a moment later. Like the night before, he started at an even pace, just letting you get used to him before he was fucking you like you were nothing but a lifeless toy against the wall. Your butt hit the wall with each thrust, one leg pinned to the wall with his hand keeping it elevated. His other hand was on your waist, gripping you so tightly you were sure you were going to bruise.

You and Harry were practically molded together, his chest pressed against yours and he chuckled at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against him. He pulled away just slightly, using his left hand to pull your shirt off, leaning down and devouring your skin, putting himself in an awkward position to lick at your breasts. He growled against your skin as his neck started to hurt, and he grabbed your other leg “jump” he muttered as he stood up, kissing you as you did as told and wrapped your legs around his hips, your head hitting the wall as the slightly new position helped Harry go even deeper.

“ah-ahhh~” you could feel your drool leak down the side of your chin, your body bouncing with each hard thrust into your cunt. You could feel his drool as well, dripping from his mouth where it was buried in your shoulder, leaking down your collar bone and going in between your breasts. You almost squeaked as he pulled away, licking up his spit from between your breasts and back up to your shoulder, licking and biting your neck when he reached his target. He sucked hard at the crook of your neck and you rocked against him, humming as he shuddered, stopping his rough thrusts for a moment to grind into you, rolling his hips just right to send lightning up your spine. “ho-shit” you gasped, tossing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer, lips at his ear. “Don-don’t stoooop mmmmf Harry~”

He kissed you, hard, and you could feel the blood rush to your lips as he bruised them. He continued to rock into you, throwing a few shallow thrusts in as well before pounding into you once more; every five thrusts he would grind again, a few shallow thrusts, and then back to the hard rhythm

It was fucking wonderful, the coil in your gut only getting tighter with how he took care of you, even when controlled by something else. His hand pulled away from your hip, nimble fingers rubbing at your swollen clit until your orgasm hit you hard, your toes curled and your vision went white, gasping as your hearing went out as well, a harsh ringing overpowering everything else; including the sound of Harry fucking your wet cunt.

He fucked you through your high until you were back on earth, panting heavily as you already felt another one building up, you writhed under his grip, holding him close as you clenched around him, trying to get him to come so he could get whatever the fuck it was out of his system. “c’mon Harry, fuck me, fill me, come inside me” you purred into his ear, your voice silenced as he kissed you again, biting your lip hard as his hips stuttered to a stop; and once again, an anatomically impossible amount of cum flooded your cunt, so much you could almost feel it. Harry’s hand landed on your belly, his thumb rubbing the space where your womb was.

“fuck” he whispered, opening his eyes slightly, the darkness clouding them went away just slightly. He had the right idea to come to you right away instead of waiting and trying to rub it out. Last time he couldn’t even speak until he came a 2nd time. “better?” you whispered, and Harry looked at you, his brows furrowed at your swollen lips and bruising neck.

He nodded, cracking his neck as another wave of heat washed over him “yeah-but” he groaned slightly, feeling you clench around him “still not done” he muttered, pulling you close and lifting you off the wall, turning to toss you on the bed, positioning you to lay sideways, your left leg now resting on his shoulder and the other curling around his left thigh. You moaned softly as his still hard cock throbbed from within you, some of his cum leaking out as he started off slow again, spilling down your thigh and once again pooling on the sheets. “fuck” Harry grumbled, glaring down at the offending substance.

Harry angled himself a bit better and fucked you into the mattress, your hips and thigh pinned as he used you. You couldn’t breathe, the air knocked out of your lungs with each hard thrust. “fu-aahk~” you moaned out, shuddering as Harry darkly chuckled from above you “you fucking like tha’? ye fucking slut, so fucking greedy fer me cock, jus’ like last night. Fuck fuck fuck” Harry panted out, his eyes somehow darker than the night before as he slammed into you, somehow harder than the previous time only a minute before “gonna fucking fill ye till ye fuckin’ pop, get yeh all full of me cum, fuuukin” Harry’s hips stuttered as his 2nd orgasm quickly approached, along with yours “get yeh pregnant, look all fuckin’ cute with a big belly” you felt yourself flush at his words, damn did he have a breeding kink or something? Because holy fuck he was getting off on the idea of getting you pregnant, clearly.

Harry came to a near stop, rutting and grinding up into you as he came inside once more. You moaned softly at the feeling, the overflow squirting out and onto the bed, soaking your inner thighs and Harry's pelvis. “shit-“ Harry cursed, and you noticed as he sat up, his eyes were brighter, maybe this time you wouldn’t go for five fucking rounds like last night.

But you would tell he wasn’t done yet; his cock still rock hard and twitching inside you. As Harry pulled out, you could feel his cum follow, pouring out of your cunt and pooling on the sheets till they dripped off the side. “How in the fuck am I doin’ tha?” Harry asked himself, one hand on your knee as he admired your leaking cunt. You chuckled weakly from under his body, lifting your leg to take it off his shoulder and rest it on your other leg, giving your hips a break “I think we should ask whatever is in your body?” you rasped out, voice almost gone from how it was being used.

Harry chuckled, licking his lips as he stared down at you, god you were so fucking cute, well fucked sparkling (e/c) eyes staring back up at him, swollen lips smirking at your stupid joke, your skin glistening with sweat and cum covering your inner thighs. How had he never noticed you before? How had he simply walked past you for the last two years?

He leaned down, catching your lips in a gentle kiss, his hands trailing up your sides to cup your face, chuckling as you made a confused noise at the gentleness of it all. He pulled away, smiling as you stared up at him. you moaned softly as he pushed back inside you, gently rocking into you, almost covering you with his body as he fucked you gently. He mentally patted himself on the back for getting to you sooner than later, it would definitely take less time to purge whatever it was from his system, last time he wasn't even in control until after his 3rd orgasm.

He slid his hand between your legs, playing with your swollen clit until you came, squeezing him tightly as you shuddered, cheeks flushed and chest rising with heavy pants. You came to a slow-burning but just as intense orgasm, clenching around Harry as you came on his cock. He groaned quietly, lips grazing your collarbone as he fucked you through it, his fingers never leaving your clit. A few moments later he came again, filling you up even more until there was no room, spilling out between the crevices between Harry’s cock and your cunt.

“Dammit” Harry huffed, he was still hard, and he could still feel that hazy cloud of arousal in his head, his body thrumming with lust. He looked up, seeing you looking back at him, frowning slightly “still there?” you asked quietly and Harry nodded, sighing slightly; pausing as you lifted your shaky legs and rested them next to his head, your thick thighs set right in front of his dick “use my thighs” you muttered, head falling back as Harry kissed your calves and did as told, sliding his cock in between your thighs, fucking them hard and slow.

You squeezed your thighs together with your remaining strength, letting yourself moan and pant as he groaned loudly, clutching onto your legs as If they were the answer to his life’s problems. You could feel the head of his cock rub against your clit with each thrust, and you looked down to see the leaking tip push through your thighs.

You giggled a bit, biting your lip and letting yourself enjoy the moment and the slow feeling of your 3rd orgasm building up with each pass on your clit. You hummed as Harry’s fingers found your clit again, rubbing it when his cock didn’t, you both came at the same time, thin ropes of cum decorating your belly. You could feel Harry go soft between your thighs, but he didn’t move, just breathing heavily as he felt himself finally tire out.

“oh thank the gods” Harry muttered, pulling out of your thighs and setting your legs down gently “I don’t think I could’ve gone fer five rounds even if I was amped up like last night” you hummed, thinking the same thing, and it seems your theory was right, Harry coming to you right away instead of trying to rub it out led to him purging whatever it was in his body quickly.

Harry’s warm hands rubbed your body, leaning over you carefully “Are ye okay?” Harry asked quietly, smiling at you softly as you peered up at him. you hummed again, shrugging “I’ll definitely feel it in the morning” you joked, giggling as Harry rolled his eyes, standing up and getting a new set of soft towels to clean you up with.

He walked back over to you with several warm damp towels, about to sit you up when he thought better of it, and grabbed one big towel to set below your hips, looking down at the pool of cum that continued to drip onto the floor “that’s gonna be fun to clean” he grumbled, sitting you up on the towel after making you wrap your arms around him, eyes going wide as most of his cum that was still inside you flooded out, and thank god he got a towel because wow there was a lot “what the fuck is going on? I should not be able to…have that much?!” Harry said in a nearly panicked tone, something was definitely up, he had to ask Uma about this no matter how embarrassing it was going to be to explain.

You giggled at the absurdity of it all, leaning back to grin at Harry who stared wide-eyed at you “imagine feeling that inside you, and only getting more of it every time the other one comes” you teased, giggling as Harry looked very apologetic, bumping his head into yours “m’sorry” he grumbled, taking a damp towel and running it over your body, lifting your hips to clean your abused cunt. Harry then laid you back out on the bed, pulling up his underwear over his finally soft dick and getting to work on cleaning his mess on the sheets and floor. Luckily only the cover was ruined so he simply replaced that, doing his best to clean off the rest so-once again- the cleaning crew wasn’t traumatized.

“We do need to find out what's going on” you muttered sleepily from your spot on the bed, hands curled under your pillow as Harry collected your discarded clothes “really-it’s almost as if you got spelled or…I dunno’ drugged with somethin’” Harry popped up at that, looking at you as if you had just told him the meaning of the universe “what?” you asked quietly, already falling asleep. he shook his head, smiling softly.

“nothin’ just-that might be what’s goin’ on…some isle kids ain’t above doing something like tha’” Harry muttered, brows furrowing as if he ate something sour. You hummed, eyes fluttering closed as you fought off sleep. Harry pulled his pants and shirt on, biting his lip as he glanced between you and the door. He decided to once again not leave you alone after fucking you four times, it just felt rude if he did. He went to pull out the couch bed but was interrupted by you patting the space next to you, looking back at him all sleepy.

“tis more comfy” you muttered, smiling as Harry walked over to you, pausing to grab your clothes from the edge of the bed where he left them and helping you get dressed so you weren’t in the nude for the rest of the night. “yer takin’ one of those pills as soon as ye wake up, got it?” Harry muttered, sliding his arm under your head as you cuddled into him. you nodded, just happy to have a cuddle buddy. You sat up, realizing you had to go to the bathroom, and wiggled out of bed, yelping as your legs gave out as soon as you stood. Harry caught you with impeccable speed, sighing in relief when you didn’t hit the floor. “c’mon” Harry grumbled, suddenly feeling very tired as he lifted you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom, stepping out to let you go in privacy.

Soon you were back in bed with the handsome pirate, falling asleep in his arms as he got comfortable with you next to him. he once again thought; why did it take me so long to see you? He kissed your forehead, falling asleep with ease.

Hopefully, this wouldn’t happen the next night.

-the next night, in Harry’s room-

Harry stared up at the ceiling, glaring at nothing as that now unmistakable heat rose in his body, his dick getting harder by the moment.

Oh god dammit, again?!

-end of part 2-

hehehehehe, Tommy/Harry tiddies

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descendantsramblings · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask a request where Harry hook has a crush on the Princess of auradon who is Ben's innocent twin? So when mal realize it she determines to keep them away as she thought Harry is not good enough for her? So when Harry had kidnapped Ben he also grabbed The reader as they had went to the Isle to get mal back. In the end, UMA and Harry both had went auradon to spell on Ben and reader? Could add a little bit descendants 3 too?

Sealed With a Kiss

Harry Hook x Princess!reader, Ben x Twin!Reader

Beast’s very own finds herself kidnapped and spelled by a pirate due to her brother’s relationship drama.

Warnings: seasickness/vomvom mention, kidnapping, love spell, does it count as Stockholm if she’s under a love spell? And if the spell isn't the reason she stays with him does that count? , long post, this might be a little off canon, I haven't watched Descendants 2 in a while

Sorry this came out so late, I've had the motivation of a slug in salt, I'd this isn't what you wanted, let me know :)

Word Count: 4151

“Oh Hook would just love her, remember that little crush he had on her posters?” “Good thing he’ll never get his hands on her.” “Yeah, well, until the barrier comes down at least. Though I might keep her to myself, she’s so sweet it’s almost sickening, but it would upset him at least.” “Right, yeah.” The conversation from her first month in Auradon plays clear as day through Evie’s mind as she stares at the Princess; decked out in leather yet still looking as Auradon as ever. “You know, on second thought, (Y/n) you should probably stay here,” she smooths her hair as she talks, a nervous tell that all of her friends knew by now. “But-“ She shakes her head, “I just, I don’t think it’s safe for you. And Mal would hate knowing you’re there, she always worried about villains getting their hands on you.” The blue haired girl hoped the princess couldn’t tell there was more there. “But, the Isle isn’t all villains, you guys aren’t. There has to be more kids than villains, right?” “Well, yes but they are still there,” she brushes her hair back behind her ear, “And Mal would just kill us if you got hurt.”

The princess steps back, arms crossing over her chest in a near pout, face in a muddled swirl of hurt and anger. She couldn’t understand how the Isle wasn’t too dangerous for the king to go, but it was for her. Surely Ben would be a bigger target wouldn’t he? What could anyone want with the twin who didn’t get the power of the throne? “What? Why? He’s the king and he gets to go!” She feels a hand find her shoulder, “Hey, we’re just trying to look out for you. The Isle is a rough place and you’re so nice. None of us want to see you get hurt.” She shakes off Carlos’ hand, face fully soured, “So what? Like you or Evie are so mean, you can’t even stand up to Chad for yourself! Mal is just as important to me as she is to the rest of you and I want to see that she’s safe. Do you think I don’t know villains can be mean?”

“Actually, we like to refer to them as evil, well they also deserve it. She does have a point though, Los.” Jay’s words come out on a laugh as he makes his way to her side, arm slinging over her shoulder, “I’ll make you a deal?” A hopeful look spreads over her face, looking up to him, “Anything.” “You can go, but you can’t leave my side, unless you’re with Mal or Carlos, Fair?” Her face gains a triumphant little smirk as she nods, putting out a hand for him to shake, “I’ll take it.” “And no pirates! For any reason,” Evie puts up her pointer finger as she speaks, as if to silence her before she could even begin to argue. And from the way Jay and Carlos both scoffed the word as they heard it, she decided pirates wouldn’t be worth the hassle. Then it seemed as if her luck was going well, the ride was smooth and Jay was keeping an eye on her like he said he would, until Ben went to talk to Mal. That’s when their luck began to unravel, Jay and Carlos, set on watching Evie beg Mal to talk to them, were too busy to see Ben wander off. Against her better judgment, the princess abandoned her word, following her brother away instead.

“Ben,” her voice raises slightly when he doesn’t turn, “Ben! Get back here! Mal is going to be so upset if something happens to you and Jay and Evie asked-“ “(Y/n), Mal isn’t coming back. How is she going to know? I need a breather, go back to Jay and I’ll be back in a minute.” She scoffs, planting herself to the ground below her. “What?” “You can’t tell me what to do. Ben, you can’t just wander around a place you don’t know. And Mal will care if you got hurt, she’s just hurt right now. Learning to be a princess is hard, and you’re too focused on your job and image to just take a second. She isn’t used to the royal life!” His face falls as she speaks, looking through her instead of at her, and something about it makes her stomach churn.

“Who isn’t used to what?” The voice wasn’t sinister, honestly sounding lost, but the slight familiarity sent a shiver up her spine. She’d heard him earlier, Gaston’s son, Gil? She thinks it was Gil. “Gil, you heard the lass, Princess isn’t ready to be a princess. Seems like putting a tiara on a villain really doesn’t work. She should have thought about that before trading us for it.” Her arms rise to cross over her chest as she listens, hoping to hide the slight shake in her hands. She was right about Gil, he seemed harmless for a villain though. But the new voice, that raised tremors to her fingers, he was obviously bitter, and she was starting to believe she went to the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Who isn’t used to what?” The voice wasn’t sinister, honestly sounding lost, but the slight familiarity sent a shiver up her spine. She’d heard him earlier, Gaston’s son, Gil? She thinks it was Gil. “Gil, you heard the lass, her own safety. But when she took a step back, her back hit a solid figure, and (Y/n) accepted that she was trapped. As if her steps were heard, the pirate pivots on his heel, turning to her. And she hoped Ben would run for it like she considered, but two pirates walked up from the shadows, grabbing his arms to keep him steady. “And you brought your sister! How lovely, you know she was always my favorite twin.” He reaches a hand out to her with a smile, though it read more as a smirk than anything, “Now come on, Princess, don’t be rude.” With a slow shaky movement, she unfolds her arms, letting a hand reluctantly fall into his. “There we are,” the pirate’s face changes, bringing their hands to his lips, “Nice to meet you, Princess. The name’s, Hook.” Evie’s words from earlier echo in her mind as she forces out a giggled greeting, eyes wandering from the pirate to her brother who seems frozen in place. “Well, Darlin’, if you don’t mind, my crew mates and I would like to take you and your brother to our ship. We don’t need royals wandering the Isle alone, now do we?” And despite the polite tone he took on, she could understand it as command, looking away as Gaston’s son wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Be good to her Gil, King’s the one the Captain wants.” “Then why are we taking her?” She fights the urge to giggle as the pirate huffs, “Gil, just take her to the Captain.” “Yes sir.”

She was lucky to be the one who got Gil, he was nice, despite his ramblings about their parents’ past. And (y/n) was thankful for his conversation, staying around her until the Hook boy returned, which seemed to be hours. But it took her mind off the fact that she was on a ship, and helped her focus on something other than the slight churning that had begun in her stomach.

“Princess! Did you miss me?” Her head tips back against the post she’s tethered to, forcing a polite smile, “Hook, it took you long enough to come see me. I thought you forgot about me.” It earns her a chuckle, the boy sitting across from her on the deck, “Well, you’re a positive prisoner, huh?” She hums, “Anything to ignore the seasickness. It may go sour for me if I vomit on your boots. Just for future reference, I don’t handle boats well.” He reaches forward, curling a strand of her hair around his finger, “For the next time I kidnap you?” (Y/n) gives him a cheap shrug, letting her head lull forward, “I care more about the seasickness than the fact that you made the choice to kidnap a useless royal.” “Great priorities,” he runs the curve of his hook over her cheek. “Oh yeah, you too. Listen, I know it’s not my place but, do you think there’s a chance you could move me? To like, the dock or that restaurant Gil led me through? I feel all, dizzy.” “Well, I don’t have that sort of power, but I could check with the boss if you’d like.”

“Harry, move her off the ship and stay with her, we don’t need to clean up after her,” the captain, or at least who (Y/n) had to assume was the captain, shouts as she makes her way across the deck. “But Uma! You said I could hook him!” The way his voice whined made a small smile find its way to the sickly girl’s face. “If Mal and her little gang don’t get here by noon. Until then, your prisoner is your responsibility. Clean up after her or move her.” The first mate sighs, turning back to the royal on his side, “Well isn't it your lucky day? And you get to spend it with me.” His hand wraps around the hook, sliding it off his hand to sit down beside him. The action shocked her more than getting kidnapped did. “It isn’t real?” “Mock it and I’ll hook you too,” he didn’t sound very convincing though, untying the ropes behind her back. She shakes her head, body slumping as the ropes loosen, “No you won’t.” “Oh yeah?” He slings the rope over his shoulder, taking her hand to get her up. Harry fights to hide a smile as he notices the girl grab his hook for him. “Well, what would you really gain from it?”

It knocks him silent, smile falling as he leads her to the only stationary part of the dock. His silence stays as he ties her back up on the dock, not as tight this time as if her words had given him an epiphany. She waits, hoping he had an actual answer, and so she focused on her surroundings instead. The sea air was stagnant there, the smell of the water seemingly cut by the scent of smoke. It was cloudier there, she was sure she was sitting in the only sunny area on the whole island. And despite all the noise around her, she knew she hadn’t missed Harry’s response as he sat down across from her. “See, you won’t actually hurt me. There’s nothing for you to gain from it.” He stares at her, head tilting softly in a way that even she knew was out of character. “Nothing to gain, eh?” “What is there for you to gain from taking me?” He rolls his eyes, leaning against the post behind him. Harry was sure she wouldn't make a joke out of him, even if that meant he had to just shut up.

“No seriously, Harry,” she pauses, looking nervous, “Wait can I call you that? If it’s like a personal nickname I won’t.” He shakes his head, pulling his knee up to rest and arm on it, “Just my name, go ahead Princess.” “But seriously Harry, what did you gain form taking the useless royal? I don’t have any political power, it goes to Mal before me. I don't get a say in the laws or anything to do with the Isle. You’re really just creating work for yourself. Evie would have gotten you further than I will.” For what she swore was the third or fourth time that day, he slid the hook down her cheek. Adding a smirk to his motion, “What if I only took you because I had a little crush on you?” Despite her better judgment (Y/n) found herself leaning into the cool metal, the feeling of it being a comfort in the harsh humidity. “Well, I guess I’d have to tell you that there were better ways to ask me out.” It earns her a little laugh, “You Auradon’s little princess with a pirate? As if a villain kid would have a chance with you.”

Her face muddles to look at him, confusion washing over her face, “Ben and Mal are together, and he’s on the throne. Why can’t I date someone on the Isle?” He smiles, “Well for starters, your brother didn’t take me off the Isle, he took his little girlfriend’s group instead. But we don’t date on the Isle, it’s more gang activity.” “Oh,” she pauses, nose and brows scrunching in confusion, “Like, you just hang out a lot instead of real dates?” Suddenly he was cackling, leaning over himself as the cound left his lips. Catching sight of his red face she blushes, “Oh, so it's not that. Then what is it then?” He shakes his head, “Just, don’t worry about it.” She pouts, eyes lingering on his smile, “Well, now I feel stupid.” “You’ll understand when you’re older,” he coos, swiping a piece of her hair off her forehead.” He swore he could see the gears in her head turning behind her eyes, mouth falling open in shock as his words seemed to click together for her. “That’s- That’s dirty!” “Yeah Princess,” he chuckles, “The whole isle is dirty. It’s actually kinda a problem.”

The energy around them obviously shifted as it was said. Her lip finding its way between her teeth as she nods, I see that,” her eyes divert from him, “I didn’t really consider what the Isle was like before. I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” It wasn’t angered, almost, shocked? When it came to things that Harry thought would happen today, her apologizing wasn’t one of them. “Yeah, well, my parents are the reason this island even exists and my childhood best friend’s mother took everyones magic away. If it was the other way around there would be riots but when it’s Maleficent and Jafar and Gaston, it’s fine. Did you know that they don’t even teach what the Isle is like in Auradon? I never considered how bad it would be over here. I’m sorry,” her eyes rise slowly to meet his as she speaks.

It caught him off guard, leaving him stunned silent for the second time that day. He lets his hand fall, resting on her ankle as he searches for words. “You didn’t know what it was like here? You’re the daughter of Belle and Beast.” She shakes her head before letting it fall back against the post, “My parents, especially my dad, put all their eggs into Ben’s basket so to speak. I’ve been kept in the dark about everything. I’m meant to be seen and not heard or whatever it is they say.”

And suddenly, it was like they felt safe to talk about whatever, it wasn't as if either of them could really do much with it. “No, I’m serious,” her giggles are heard over on the deck, “I should totally bring another VK home. Not one of the ones my parents like either, Jay would be child’s play. Is Gil single?” It made him laugh too, “I tell you I have a thing for you and you say you’re gonna get with Gil?” “My parents never interacted with pirates, you’re not as scary. But Gaston’s son? It doesn’t matter how nice he is. I couldn’t do that to him though, too mean.” The boy had moved from his spot to sit beside her, smiling at the way she leaned against his shoulder. “I’m once again offering up myself.” She laughs, shaking her head, “As if you’d actually go with me.” “You could stay here, I’d take care of you.” She looks up at him, “They’d never let me stay. I had to fight Carlos and Evie to get here, no way would they leave without me.”

Uma interrupted them before he could respond, calling them up to the boat, it’s almost noon. And suddenly, both teens felt as if they were running out of time for what they swore was the first time in their lives.

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The rest of the day went by as a blur to her. Who would have thought that Auradon’s pride and joy would be so hung up on the lone son of Captain Hook? But she sat there alone, in the yellow ball gown that she was growing to hate the longer she looked at it, trying to hype herself up. Ben and Mal’s cotillion was on a boat, which was just her luck. And though she tries, there’s nothing (Y/n) could do to get herself off of that vanity chair.

“Princess? Your date for cotillion is here. Would you like me to send him up?” Her brows furrow, “Yes please Ms. Pots.” She stands up from the chair for the first time since her makeup was started, brushing her hands over the excitedly colored dress. Who would be at the door for her? Wasn’t everyone already at the cotillion red carpet? The girl stares at her reflection, messing with her hair nervously. A knock hits her door, and she takes a deep breath before heading over. “Coming!” Nothing would have prepared her for what she saw when she opened the door. “Hey Princess,” there stood the pirate that she was thinking of, even if she thought it was embarrassing to be so caught up in someone that literally kidnapped her earlier that day. “Harry! Oh my, how are you here?” He laughs, “Aren’t you a little late to your brother’s fancy party?” “Oh, yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to get up and go.” “Oh, do you need something to keep your energy up because I,” he moves the hand he was hiding behind her door frame in front of her, revealing a cake square, “have something for that.” She giggles, taking the small baked good from him, “You can bake?” “I do work in a restaurant, you know. Now, we’re gonna be late if we don’t go now, your limo driver is definitely getting annoyed with you.” “Oh is he?” She raises an eyebrow as she pops the cake into her mouth. “He yelled at me to ‘go get the princess’, he’s definitely mad.”

(Y/n) swore she could feel something different as she took his hand, but she couldn’t really put her finger on it as she took his hand. “Then we should get going, shouldn’t we?” “We should, that dress is too pretty for you not to show it off.” “Really?” She looks down at the dress again, “I think it makes me look like my mom.” He shakes his head, starting to walk down the stairs, his hand softly pulling her along. “Your mom might have been known for yellow, but she could never pull off something like that.” It makes her giggle, leaning against his arm, “Well, then I guess you’re right, we should show it off.”

And to any stranger who saw them, they just looked like two teenagers who had known each other their whole lives. Giggling in the back of a limo, leaning on each other and talking about whatever would pop into their minds. They were late enough to avoid paparazzi, which was lucky for Harry who definitely would have raised some alarms for them. And Harry somehow genuinely thought that the night would go just fine, Uma had never led him wrong, had she? He just had to be a good distraction for her, the future was unclear from there of course but, maybe there was a chance.

"We're so late, so incredibly late," the girl's words came out on a breath, grabbing hold of his hand as if it was second nature. "Well, you don't want to miss it, King's big night." (Y/n) takes a deep breath before giving him a soft nod, "Let's go then." Harry swore he'd never seen a boat that fancy in his life, the white paint of it seemed to shine in the glow from the shiny decorative lighting that hung around them as they walked in. "This is insane," his voice is soft, absent mindedly gripping her hand. "Only the best for Ben," she mumbles, freezing in place as the VKs rush up to her.

"Where have you been? Did you know about this? How did she get off the I-Harry?" Mal was mumbling as she checked over the princess, voice rising as she saw the hand the girl was clinging to. "No, no I'm just as lost as you are. Ben's gift nice though right? The glass colors took forever to pick out." The purple haired girl paused, staring at her as if she was crazy, "What are you talking about?" "What are you talking about?" "That," Mal waved her attention over to the dancefloor, where Uma and Ben were sharing a dance to most of the party's confusion. "Oh, oh Mal I'm so sorry. I had no idea," She dropped Harry's hand, reaching out to hold the girl.

He was growing more nervous by the minute, this didn't look like it would exactly go Uma's way. And he was not ready to just let go and go back.

"Lumiere, unveil the gift they need to see it!" (Y/n) pulled away, eyes trailing to where the stained glass work of art was waiting. If Ben didn't plan to have Mal join the court tonight, why was it still there? The curtain fell, making the crowd audibly gasp as she reached back for Harry's hand. "Its beautiful isn't it?" "Not as beautiful as you." She giggles, looking up at him, that's embarrassing, aren't you supposed to be scary?" He scoffs, earning a giggle from the girl. Her mind was only half on the world around them, as if in a trance in his presence, until she caught on to what all the arguing was about. "Wait, Ben is trying to take down the barrier?"

Harry's panic was visible. "Yeah, I guess so." She nods, leaning against his shoulder, "That's good, the barrier is dumb." "You really believe that?" "Yeah, I mean, after being there and knowing what it's like here, how couldn't you?" And it was as if he didn't have control of his thoughts for a moment, as if the spell were on him instead as he turned her to face him. Leaning down to kiss the princess even through all the chaos, sealing his fate with a kiss.

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It had been a few months since the cotillion incident. And while no one expected it, (Y/n) adjusted to the Isle as well as one could. When she left everyone believed it was a joke, or maybe she was just spelled, she'd be back. But there she was, in the barrier and still hanging onto Harry's side, her head leaning against his chest as they watched the VK day announcement together. It was easy for the VKs to pick her out of a crowd, no one else on the Isle looked that in love. And them walking up to the four as the crowds dispersed sealed the deal for them.

"Mal!" The girl dropped Harry's hand to run up to her, wrapping her arms around the girl in a much brighter way than she had the last time it happened. "I missed you, how's Ben?" "He's good, really good. How are you? Do you wanna go home yet?" Her face fell slightly, turning to look at Harry before turning back, "I think this is my home now, but I'm good, really good. It's great to see you." "You too. We miss you back in Auradon." "I miss them too, uh, send them my love but we have to get to Ursula's. With Uma gone she's always looking for extra hands." "You work at Ursula's now?"

"Yeah," Harry cuts in, "I didn't want her straying too far from my family or Gil until we knew she could handle herself and she decided to stay." Mal nods, bitter to admit to herself that even if he spelled her, Harry cared for her. "Well, thanks for taking care of her then. I'll see you next week?" "That would be great," the girl nods, reaching back for her boyfriend's hand again, "See you then."

And Mal forced herself to leave first, walking to the limo first. "He actually cares about her." It catches the VKs off guard, Evie looking at her as if she's crazy, "You think she's still spelled?" "Mal shakes her head, "No magic on the Isle." "Maybe, maybe it got sealed with that kiss?" She shakes her head, staring out the back window to where the couple were standing before, "The only thing she sealed was her fate."

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anna1306 · 3 years ago

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Fiery pet

Harry Hook/Reader (child of Hades)

He was trying not to be awkward. And he was bad at pretending.

Harry was pretty confident person. He never questioned his decisions (maybe of his first kiss, but that was long ago and he preferred not to think about it). He was sure he wanted to be a part of Uma crew. Was sure that Gil and him would be best friends forever. Was sure that Mal and her little team wasn't worthy of all the attention and luxury they was in. Was sure that you loved him as much as he loved you.

But Harry never really visited your house. He wasn't afraid of your dad, as he lived separately, and he wasn't afraid of your mom, as she was from outside of the Isle. But still...

You and him met not so long ago, but already formed pretty strong bond. You loved his boldness and braveness, he was in awe when you were all soft for him, but fierce and almost rude to others. You were like flame, calm at times, but devastating if needed. And even if you had a lot of problems, he was ready to walk the road of solving them together with you. However sappy that sounded.

When you had your dates, you were either somewhere on the Isle, causing troubles or just walking when noone would see you, or on the ship, in his cabin. So for him an invitation to your place was huge, however creepy your home seemed to be. Your house and room were gloomy. Closed windows, dark walls. He knew you were there or at least on your way home, as you discussed his visit for a time now. But still Harry felt uneasy. Visibly he looked calm and even behaved very freely - swinging his hook and humming some tune, walking around. But he felt tensed by all this dark atmosphere.

That was when he heard some growl. Wait, growl? Hook looked around but couldn't see anyone. You told something about having a pet, but didn't tell anything about what it was. And to think he liked your mysteriousness... It was surprising you even had a pet, considering where you lived. Probably the pet was as strong as you.

"Y/N? Your heap of clothes is growling..." He really hoped you were in here somewhere. But apparently he was one on one with the beast. At least Hook thought so when he didn't get any respond from you in a minute. Maybe you were still on your way home. Harry walked to the heap, carefully touching it with his foot. He wasn't coward, but he didn't want to repeat his father's fate. "The hell is hiding- Freaking hell!"

Harry jumped away from the clothes, when something snapped near his leg. Hook quickly stumbled back, even going so far as to jump on your bed. Because he saw yellow, almost glowing eyes in the dark room and... Scales. Irony.

"What is going on?" Your voice sounded like a saving from this monster on the floor and yet Harry didn't move from his position.

"Get that thing away from me!" He pointed at the lizard on the floor, big enough to eat his hand whole. You giggled at this.

"Oooh, are you afraid of little old Ember? It doesn't bite." You turned on the lamp near your bed, so Harry could see a little better. There was red lizard on the floor, big, with claws and yellow eyes, burning holes in Harry with its stare.

"Yes, it does! It can eat my whole hand! You have a fucking crocodile!" You smiled at your distressed boyfriend and bent down to pet Ember on the head.

"It's not a crocodile, it's a salamander." Ember closed its eyes from pleasure and breathed out a smoke. You felt its scales getting warmer from the affection. "Just a cute little salamander, that's all."

"Little?! LITTLE?! It nearly bit my foot away!!!"

"You just scared it." You were amused by the whole ordeal, petting the salamander to the point where it puffed some smoke and little flames on the floor.

"What was that..." Harry's voice fell down and sounded not panicking now, but almost empty.

"Salamanders are fire creatures, they can breath a little fire and..."

"YOU HAVE A FUCKING DRAGON?!" Hearing Harry's scream made Ember hiss and growl at the boy, spitting some fire in his direction. He screeched. You sighed at this. However entertaining it was - watching your boyfriend freak out like this, your heart still yearned to comfort him. You carefully took Ember in your arms and went to put it in other room.

"I didn't thought you were that scared. Sorry." You returned to him with apologetic smile. Harry, now down from your bed to the floor, scoffed.

"I am not scared!" He said in the most brave tone he could. "Just... Tensed up a bit."

"Yeah, that's why you jumped on my bed in your dirty boots?" You asked with a smirk. Harry coughed and motioned to the room you used as kitchen.

"Can you make something for me to drink? I'm thirsty." You nodded, and while you were turning away, Hook carefully swiped away some of the dirt on the floor, thinking you wouldn't notice. You noticed. It was sweet. But you wouldn't tell him that.

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"Now that's making sense. Your father gifted you that thing..." He sat at your table, glass of water in his hand. You would make him something more fresh if... The conditions and products were different.

"Kinda. It was more like father and mother gift." You shrugged, placing a plate with fish on the table. Of course it wasn't the best dish out there, but with limited items on the Isle you still managed to put together the tastiest dish there was - in Harry's opinion. Uma joked that he would eat the poison if it was from you.

"I thought your mother was on..." He waved his hand around, as if trying to remember the name of the place.

"Olympus, yes. But it was discussed before our lockdown here and dad brought an egg here with him, so it would hatch when "I would be ready for a pet". Ember is with me for... Five years I think... Or six maybe..."

"Five, six, ten... All sounds to me like a great amount of time."

"Ah, I forgot that you can't count." You smirked at him, drinking from your glass smugly. He was silent for a minute, watching you.

"I can count how many times I can make you scream..." His sly smirk was matching yours, and you blushed a bit at his words, but didn't back down.

"Yeah, because the number is little." He kicked your leg under the table, making you laugh. For couple of minutes you ate in silence, both in your own thoughts. He was really scared back than, and you laughed at him. Maybe you shouldn't have? After all it was his feelings. And you just laughed it off, telling him he was scared and too sensitive, while knowing how difficult it was for him to admit his feelings and weaknesses.

You glanced at Harry, who ate the fish, holding it in his hands, hook laying near him. Could he leave you because of that? No, of course not. He loved you, he told you himself. Even if love was rare on the Isle, he didn't lie to you about that, right? The doubts and thoughts were clouding your mind.

"I'm sorry." You blurted out before thinking. Harry looked at you puzzled. If you started to speak, it was better to continue. "I laughed at you and I shouldn't have. Sorry about that. You aren't angry, are you?"

"What are you talking about?" He scoffed, but then noticed the serious look in your eyes. "Are you again in your thoughts? I told you it was bad for you to think about how you can do anything wrong!"

"I know. It's just..." You sighed. "I know about your father's story with reptiles. And I know Ember is hostile to the newcomers. I should have known you both would be scared of each other. And I didn't warn you. Instead I laughed it off and called you out on being scared. I didn't mean to, I..." His hands on your shoulders broke your mumbling. You looked up at him, understanding you were too gone in your rambling to notice he was already near you.

"I won't leave you just because that was unexpected. I won't go like your mom or hide like your goddamn dad."

"Blasphemy..." You mumbled. He laughed at this.

"You are the only god-creature I know and care about. So..."

"Shut it, you, flatterer..." You smacked him on the shoulder, but instantly pulled him for a hug. He was loyal to you and loved you. That much you knew. And that much you cared about. He would never leave you, you and his crew were his top priorities. He understood your doubts and was the only one who could make them go away. You definitely made the right choice.

"I just love you. And... If you have any of your father's alcohol magic drink, I am ready to try and meet Ember or whatever their name was again." You laughed at this, letting him go.

"It's called ouzo. I told you this three times already."

"I can't count, remember?" He raised his hands, letting you stand up and reach for the top shelf, where you hid what you had stolen from your father. Suddenly Hook laughed. "You know what could be more hilarious? Your dad gifting you a pup of Cerberus."

"Shit, that would be great!" You laughed, giving the bottle to the pirate. "I bet De Vil would run from it to his little friends faster than wind!"

"Well, your Ember can burn their little shelter while they are away." Harry took the bottle, pouring some into your glasses. You froze and grasped his hand.

"I know what we would do after you befriend Ember." You smirked at him. He looked at you and laughed. Harry loved when you got all down for his ideas. Even if it included your monster of a pet. Maybe you should even get some 'fiery' time alone before the fire show.

#Descendants #Descendants imagine #harry hook #harry hook x reader #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 1 year ago

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My brain is being mean, so enjoy Sea Three going to a club. Only slightly questionable, I swear. (Needs to be finished, but.)

It is dark and the air in the club vibrates with music, deep and wild. The sound echoes through Harry’s bones, but he manages not to focus on that, with Uma and Gil dancing right in front of him.

These people should have known better than to get too close to them, anyway.

„Gil!“ Uma shrieks, laughing, „Put us down!“

He does, tough he doesn’t let go entirely, and the music drops lower yet; it makes the hair at the back of Harry’s neck stand up. Unconsciously, he tightens his hold around Uma’s waist.

And there, of course, Uma is, amidst the nigh-black mass of the club, gleaming and alight, like the goddess she is; Harry wishes he could appreciate that properly, now.

Instead, he just blinks, processing the strange light and the music and pulses through him; he moves one of her braids over her shoulder.

„Uma!“ Gil exclaims, startling Harry from his thoughts, „You are glowing!“Uma smiles – her lips glow, too – and winks at Harry before turning around and wrapping her arms around Gil. „If anyone asks, it’s just make-up, Gilly,“ she says, as if anyone who knows her – anyone from the crew would believe that.

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #gil descendants

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humaforever · 1 year ago

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what's your favourite headcanon about huma?

Eee that's so hard! I feel like I post my hc's all the time and I have so many it's almost hard to think of one specific one. And then other people have some that I also love and adopt.

Like them just randomly biting each other

Their sword fights without a doubt always turn into flirting

Them tying and untying each other's corsets

My hc that the crew always thinks they're cheating when they're on a team for games because they have like a secret language and they can understand each other by just moving their eyes in certain ways.

Uma insists on cuddles because she gets fucking cold okay?

Harry interrupts everyone's conversations to brag about Uma

Harry just randomly gets bored and draws little pictures, mostly sea themed ones on Uma. She doesn't mind, she sports the temporary tattoos he leaves all day.

Uma's legs are the most sensitive spot because of cecaelia and tentacle things. Harry knows but Uma tries not to make it known how flustered she gets when he kisses her there. But again, Harry knows so he keeps doing it

Anyways, I was trying to find my other list of headcanons I had for them, but it's too far down on my page. This is so very few of them, but you know, when you think about them all day you end up with a lot of hc's

#huma #harry hook #uma descendants

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jimblejamblewritings · 3 years ago

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de fragee prutia | part 5.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

(Y/N POV)

“Auradon is always here if you need it.”

Mal gave you a hug. “You have a home on the Isle if you need to escape all that.”

Evie, Jay, and Carlos came running upstairs.

“Ben’s been captured!” Evie said.

You and Mal froze. “WHAT?”

“Why did you guys bring Ben and (Y/N) here?!”

“They would’ve come with or without us. We just wanted to protect them.” Evie stated.

“And we completely blew it,” Carlos said.

“Okay, so what are we going to do?” Jay asked.

“We, are not doing anything. Uma wants me to go to the shoppe. That’s what I’ll do. This is between the two of us. Take (Y/N) and go home, I’ll get him.”

“I’m not going anywhere until we have the two of you back here.”

“And you still have to go through Harry Hook and his goons. Mal, we’re coming with you.”

“Uma said to come alone.”

“Fine. But we’re staying here.”

Mal rolled her eyes but conceded.

“M, if you can get anything to him. Give him this.” You threw your ring— Ben’s beast one— to her.

~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

Uma threw down the customers tray in front of them.

“Hey! I wanted the fried clams.”

“And I wanted a sea pony… Life ain’t fair!” she snapped.

Uma’s eyes lit up when she Mal walk through the door. “Loser, party of one. Right that way.”

Mal pulled up a chair to the table Uma pointed towards.

“Where’s Ben?”

“You know,” Uma said, throwing down her apron. “I’ve dreamed of this. You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook.”

“I’m so flattered you dream of me. I hadn’t given a thought about you when I left. But this isn’t for me. I couldn’t give a damn,” Mal bluffed, “(Y/N) and Auradon want him. I just want to stay here.”

“Oh, even better watching your girlfriend squirm like a worm on a hook. You’ve always been a bad liar.”

“And you’ve always been shrimpy.”

“You’ve got your perfect little life, don’t you? Doesn’t she?!” Uma called out to the shoppe. “While we’ve been set years deep in garbage.”

“Listen, if you have some score to settle with me—”

“Oh, this isn’t just about you.”

“Well, leave them out of this.”

“But it’s too much fun.”

“Uma! You want me you got me, game on.”

Uma sat down across from Mal, smiling wide. “Okay, then. Here’s the deal.”

“Just like your mother, always a catch.”

Uma placed her elbow on the table and outstretched her arm.

“Is this a joke? Arm wrestling?”

“If you win, Ben is free to go.”

Uma looked at Mal and wiggled her fingers. Mal was right, there was always a catch. And the girl didn’t even know it. Mal roughly grabbed Uma’s hand and started to push. Her eyes flashed green, trying to summon up whatever little magic might work on the Isle to beat Uma.

“If I win,” Uma said when her arm was almost touching the table. “You bring me Fairy Godmother’s wand.”

Mal was in such shock at the request that Uma was able to overpower her. Mal’s hand slammed on the table, making the whole shoppe erupt in celebration. Uma propped her feet up on the table and picked up Ben’s ring that Mal had set down for the arm wrestling.

“If you want Beastie Boy back, bring me the wand at noon.” Uma flipped her braids. “Sharp. Oh and if you talk… Ben swims with the sharks. Tell the princess she can kiss her baby goodbye.”

~~~~~~

(Y/N POV)

“There’s no way we’re giving Uma the wand!” Evie wasn’t having any of it. “We can’t just let her destroy Auradon, M.”

“Uma doesn’t get the wand, Ben’s dead. I don’t think we have much choice.”

“Jay’s right.”

It was the first time you spoke up since Mal got back and the VKs looked at you in shock.

“You’re serious?”

“What does Auradon do if they don’t get their king back? We don’t have time to raise an army unnoticed and we’re not trying to destroy everyone on this island. And if Ben’s harmed, I know my people… the Isle will be burnt to the ground. We give Uma the wand. We’ll figure out a way to get it back later.”

“The 3D printer!”

“What, Carlos?”

“The lab’s 3D printer. We break in and make a copy. Uma won’t be able to tell the real from the fake, at least not at first.”

Mal looked at him proud.

“It might actually work. We just need to get Ben out fast enough. We need a distraction. Evie, (Y/N). We’ll get the chemicals from Lady Tremaine’s place for smoke bombs. Jay, Carlos. You make a copy of Fairy Godmother’s wand.”

“Wait. The lab is on lockdown during these times. It won’t open for a while.”

“We’ve broken in the museum before, I think we can handle the lab.” Carlos shrugged.

“The wand last semester… that was you?!”

“Guilty as charged, Prutia. Carlos, let’s go.” Jay patted Carlos on the arm and they started to leave.

“Meet us at Pirate’s Bay. No later than noon,” Mal said.

“And you guys,” you called them to attention with an authoritative voice the VKs hadn’t seen from you before. “Losing is not an option. Cause you’re rotten…”

The VKs never thought they’d hear those words come out of your mouth. They all wore smirks on their face and looked at each other.

“To the core.”

~~~~~

You, Mal, and Evie walked into Lady Tremaine’s hair salon: Curl Up and Dye. You stayed in the doorway behind one of the poles while Mal and Evie walked up.

“Hey, Diz.”

A small girl turned around. “Evie? Evie, you came back! I saved your sketchbook for you!”

You watched as Evie embraced the girl. Dizzy brought out Evie’s sketchbook and the three girls looked over her old designs.

“Oh, this one I made out of old curtains and safety pins.”

“It reminds me of the dress you made when Mal went to see Jasmine.”

“Ha, yeah, I spilled curry on that dress.”

“You did.”

You snorted hearing that. You heard the flipping of another page.

“I never got to make this one on the Isle. Couldn’t find the right scraps. It was such a cute two piece set.”

“Is that why you made it for (Y/N)? When she went to Wonderland? That she’s wearing in the pictures kissing Ben?”

“Yeah. That one.” You could hear the edge in Evie’s voice. She wasn’t the happiest to hear Ben ripped through it when you told her.

“Wow, (Y/N), now that’s a real Auradon girl, right there.”

If only other people thought so.

“Is Auradon like everything we’ve imagined? Do they have closets you can walk into? Have you been to a swimming pool? What does ice cream taste like?”

“It’s cold, sweet, and if you eat it too fast, it gives you a headache.”

The last question made your heart hurt. They weren’t even sent ice cream? Auradon wasn’t having the best track record right now.

“What’s that one?”

You figured they were on another page of Evie’s sketchbook.

“Is that a wedding dress? It’s stunning!”

“Never worked for me, didn’t work with my body.”

“What about the princess?”

“(Y/N)? Actually Dizzy, that’s not a bad idea.”

“It would look perfect on her when she gets married to Ben, could I help you make the accessories?” Dizzy spoke quickly.

You coughed awkwardly, announcing your presence. You walked over to the work table they were sitting at. You looked over to see some accessories in various states of completion. You picked one up one of the bracelet pieces.

“Woah, this is cool. Did you make this one?”

“You’re Princess (Y/N)!”

“Oh, where are my manners? Hello, Dizzy, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You curtsied to the girl, the deepest and most polite curtsey your life, and were shocked when she readily gave you a hug.

“Now, I don’t know about weddings but I would love to take this and some other pieces back. If that’s okay with you? How much?”

Dizzy squealed. “No charge! I would just love to know you’re wearing something of mine in Auradon. It’s almost like being there myself.”

“It wouldn’t be right to not pay.” You pulled out your small tiara from the inside pocket of your jacket.

“You really brought that?” Mal asked in disbelief.

“What? I thought we might’ve needed it for ransom if one of us got kidnapped.”

You handed Dizzy the crown. “Is this enough to cover the costs?”

“It’s more than enough! I can’t believe you’re really here too. Where’s Ben?”

“That’s actually why we’re here.”

~~~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

Jay and Carlos made their way back to Auradon Prep in the early morning hours. Dude greeted Carlos at the door.

“Hey, Dude. Don’t speak, please.”

“Come on, Carlos. We need to move quickly. Make the wand, go back and get Ben.”

When they reached the lab, the door was already unlocked. Jay tentatively opened it. Standing in the room was Chad Charming using the printer. Jay flicked on the lights causing Chad to jump and turn around.

“Uh, hey, guys. What are you doing here so late?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that you?” Carlos asked referring to the doll being printed out.

“Well, yeah… uh, I just…”

“Out.”

Jay quickly searched for a print model of the wand and plugged it in for the process to start. Chad who hadn’t actually left yet, peered over his shoulder. Lonnie walked by the lab on her way to practice fencing in the gym, when she heard Chad ask.

“Why are you guys making Fairy Godmother’s wand?”

“Uh… why are we making Fairy Godmother’s wand, Carlos.”

“Because…”

“Ben’s been captured,” Dude said.

“Shit.” Carlos and Jay closed their eyes in frustration. Cover blown.

“Don’t tell anyone. Ben’s life depends on it.”

“So if something theoretically were to happen to him, God forbid. But if something were… Who do you think would be next in line, just wondering?” Chad asked.

“Is it me or is that in really poor taste?” Carlos asked.

Jay scoffed. “Get out.”

“Okay.”

Jay and Carlos made their way out the lab when Doug stopped them. “Hey, have you seen Evie? I’m helping her drop off all the Cotillion dresses.”

“Um, I think she’s with (Y/N) and Mal doing a fitting or something.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll see her later.”

“Yeah you will. Bye, Doug.”

Lonnie ran to the entrance and waited for Jay and Carlos to come down with the fake wand.

“I’m coming with you!” She said when they reached.

“No, you’re not.” Jay didn’t even try to act like Lonnie didn’t know what was going on.

“You’re going to the Isle to rescue Ben. Look, it’s either you take me or I’m going to be forced to tell Fairy Godmother.”

“Fine. Let’s just go. We’re wasting time.”

“I’m coming too,” Dude spoke up at the bottom of the steps.

“No. Dude, stay.”

“You want me to tell Fairy Godmother?”

“Just get in the limo. And stay by us. Both of you.”

Lonnie squealed excitedly, throwing her arms around Jay and Carlos as they made their way to the car.

~~~~~~~~

Ben was tied to a pole on the ship listening to Uma tell him every bad thing about the Isle.

“That’s why we’re going to fix it.”

“Fix what?” Uma took a seat on the deck.

“The Isle. That’s why we’ve started sending the food, the supplies. The orphanage. It’s being built near Pirate’s Bay.”

“You see any builders here? You Auradon kids have the nerve, banish us then mock us.”

“That’s not true! The food…”

“The food! The supplies! On what boat? No ship’s brought in fresh food or new supplies. No boats even arrived to the dock in weeks except for the trash boat.”

Ben didn’t know what to say. King Triton must have been holding the boats in the harbor. Nothing ever reached the Isle, his words meant nothing with no action behind them.

“You wanna do something? You would’ve gotten us off this hell site.” Uma looked up at Harry who was standing over Ben.

“They’ve got twenty more minutes. Better hope they get here Beastie Boy. Although from what I’ve seen… you AKs might be more cutthroat than us. We’ll see if they don’t just leave you.”

(Y/N POV)

“And we’re sure this is going to work?” You asked, holding one of the smoke bombs in you hand.

“It’s the only chance we got.” Lonnie held out a sword. “You know how to fight, princess?”

I was a joke. There were a lot of things Lonnie knew you weren’t good at, swords were one of them.

“You know I never learned how to use a sword.”

“Just stick them with the pointy end.”

You pulled the small dagger from the thigh strap they brought for you, close quarter defense was all you ever learned, and held it near Lonnie’s throat— both of you smiled.

“I know which end to stick them with.”

“You’re not going to get close enough to use that,” Mal instructed. “Let’s just hope we don’t have to use any of this.”

You all walked up to Uma’s boat. You heard Gil yell loud and clear that you guys had arrived.

“Welcome!” Harry said too enthusiastically. You watched him push a tied-up Ben towards the plank.

“Finally,” Uma laughed.

“Give us, Ben.”

“Ha. Let’s get this party started, I swear I’m cold-hearted. There’s no negotiation…”

You watched Harry push Ben closer and closer to the plank with each of Uma’s words. You locked eyes with him. You wanted to tell Ben it was alright but you couldn’t risk blowing your cover.

Mal scoffed at Uma. “Now let’s all just be smart, although for you that must be hard. You’ll get your wand no one has to come to any harm. Don’t try to intimidate. Your bark is much worse than your bite…”

You panicked as Harry dangled Ben over the edge. Your fingers started itching and it wasn’t from the chemical residue of the smoke bombs on your hands. Now wasn’t the time. You willed your shadow to understand.

The pirates huddled to discuss something, Mal called your group to do the same. You knew what she was thinking, Uma was too angry. This plan wasn’t going to work. But you had no other options, you saw your shadow and it grew the same devilish smile before it winked at you. You turned to walk up to Uma. Mal grabbed your arm but you yanked it away and continued walking.

“Okay, look. This is not a conversation. It’s a do or die situation.”

Uma laughed at you.

“If you don’t give me back the king, I’ll have no hesitation. I’ll serve you right here, and I don’t need a reservation. That way, your whole ‘pirate crew’ can have a demonstration. Release him now and we can go our separate ways…”

You stepped up to Uma until you were directly in her face. Your voice got low as you got pissed, the subdued magic coursing through your veins added fuel to the fire.

“Unless you wanna deal with me… and the VKs.”

Uma wasn’t even fazed. “So that’s the big speech, huh? An empty ultimatum?”

“All it takes is one swing and I’ll humiliate him.” Harry shoved herself in between the two of you, causing you to stumble back, Uma stood steady as a rock.

“Matter fact, make one wrong move and I’ll debilitate him. And if he even starts to slip…”

He pressed the hook lightly against your cheek. You could feel the sharp sting when he pressed it deeper and slowly dragged it across your cheek, leaving a cut on your face.

“I’ll eliminate him. All it takes is wrong move and—“

Uma grabbed him by the hook, avoiding the tip with your blood on it. “Harry, we get it. Chill.”

~~~~~

(Third Person POV)

Mal went to hand Uma the wand.

“Hold up. Hmm. Too easy. Why don’t you give us a test drive? We want to see how it works… and nothing to help you out, or Ben gets it.”

Mal scrambled and then she saw Dude. Thank goodness that dog didn’t listen to commands too well.

“Although it may seem absurd, turn your bark into a word.”

Everyone thought it wasn’t going to work when all of a sudden Dude spoke, “Huh. Didn’t think you guys would pull it off.”

Uma laughed excitedly and reached for the wand.

“Ben, first.” (Y/N) spoke up from behind Mal.

Her cut had stopped bleeding but she hadn’t wiped off the blood that was there. Uma snapped her fingers, the pirates untied Ben and shoved him towards (Y/N).

“Are you okay?” Ben looked at the cut on her face. (Y/N) wasn’t paying him any attention. She watched as Mal handed Uma the wand.

“Run,” (Y/N) said, grabbing Ben’s hand.

They weren’t far off the deck when Uma attempted to open the barrier and it didn’t work. The VKs knew where this was headed, they all grabbed their swords ready to fight.

“(Y/N)! Take Ben and run!” Someone yelled.

(Y/N) threw her smoke bomb behind Ben and they started to flee. The clashing of swords on Uma’s ship was intense. Both VKs and pirates were earning themselves cuts. (Y/N) and Ben didn’t know where they were going. Even with all the twists and turns they took, they got caught. Uma, Gil, and Harry surrounded them. (Y/N) didn’t know where the others were, probably still stuck fighting the others.

Ben pulled the sword out of (Y/N)’s scabbard while she grabbed one dagger from her thigh strap and another hidden one from her boot. The couple stood back to back, while the pirates circled them. Ben and (Y/N) weren’t the most skilled of fighters in comparison to Uma. Obviously royal protocol meant they learned some techniques; but, they weren’t seasoned veterans.

“Years of experience versus swordsman class. Odds we’re going to make it out alive?”

Uma laughed darkly while Gil and Harry smiled. Ben said it himself, the pirates had more experience. This was going to be easy. Two royals. All of Auradon would have to give in to their demands. The pirates would’ve been scared if they had understood the look on the two royals’ faces. Swordsman class wasn’t enough to make them better; but, the pirates weren’t fighting Chad Charming or Audrey. Both royals here, were a little more than human.

“Amandi?” (Sweetheart)

“Yes, Prutia?”

(Y/N) squinted her eyes and smiled the devilish smile her shadow normally wore. “Go Beast Mode.”

Ben roared loud, lunging for Gil and Uma. (Y/N) wasn’t long to follow, aiming for Harry, wanting revenge. Metal clanked on metal. (Y/N) and Ben were by no means winning, all their clothes showing slash marks everywhere, but they were able to hold their own. This was a battle of stamina, until the others could join. The pirates circled around the royals, forcing (Y/N) to take on Gil and Uma.

(Y/N)’s breathing became labored. Her arm started to ache and she saw her veins going black.

“No. Not now, not now.”

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Ben called out, hearing her sound in pain, not once taking his eyes off Harry.

(Y/N) fought hard through tears but she was slowing down. Her shadow scaled up the side of the wall in the alleyway they were fighting in. (Y/N) had to push through every tensed muscle in her body but it left her wide open. Gil had the chance to drag his sword across her side. In the same place Uma’s sword had cut her jacket before, Gil’s sword was able to cut her skin right in between two of her ribs. (Y/N) yelled out.

“(Y/N)! Talk to me, Prutia! What’s going on?” Ben had no chance to turn around, Harry was relentless in his attacks.

“Mwen byen!” (Y/N) responded. (I’m good)

Ben knew something was wrong, she didn’t slip into Creole ever. Ever. This was a fight they were starting to lose. She wasn’t going to make it much longer and Ben couldn’t fight the three pirates at once.

(Y/N) for a split second saw her shadow wink. Her shadow came off the wall at breakneck speed and flew into (Y/N), right where she got cut, causing her to fall to the ground in pain and scream. The scream was one laced with magic that had been suppressed for days. It created a blast so carefully aimed, yet strong, that it knocked the three pirates off their feet.

“What the hell was that?”

(Y/N) tried to stand. “Go, go go!”

Ben helped (Y/N) up and they ran, (Y/N) in pain from the cut on her side and the interaction with her shadow. They ran right into Mal and the others.

“Oh my God, we couldn’t find you guys!”

“Not now, pirates, let’s go!” Carlos said as he noticed the three pirates on Ben and (Y/N)’s heels.

Everyone ran towards the limo that had been taken deep into the Isle, Jay and Ben supporting (Y/N). They only rested easy when they were in the car, driving off.

“I’m sorry things didn’t go the way you planned,” Ben said to Mal.

“I mean as long as you two are safe…”

“At least we got to see the Isle,” (Y/N) said, staring out the window.

“They’re my people too. We still aren’t doing enough, Uma helped me see that.”

“She tried to kidnap you, Ben. And (Y/N), you’re now injured!”

“She’s an angry girl with a bad plan. You can’t fault her for that.” Ben reasoned. He could see it when he talked to Uma on the boat.

“Sounds like someone else we know.” (Y/N) chimed in, laughing despite the pain in her side.

Mal didn’t say anything after that. (Y/N) and Ben had their heart set on this masterplan. She already knew of (Y/N)’s policy: no one should be treated like a villain until it was absolutely and irrevocably proven they’re not good and are never going to change. It seemed Ben had adopted this policy. And even after all they just went through, the two royals still saw something redeemable in Uma.

Lonnie and Jay sat up front. Jay weaved as best as he could through the streets of the Isle, the limo’s length not making it the easiest.

“That was a rush.” Lonnie was referring to the fight just moments ago.

“Hey, why don’t you stop by fencing practice later.”

“What? In the mood to break some rules?”

Jay scoffed, “No… alright guys, barrier coming up in.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They all needed to get to Auradon before they could really rest easy. Then they would be out of danger. But no one noticed Mal’s spellbook drop as the fled the Isle. They didn’t notice Uma smirk when she picked up the spellbook and quickly slipped through the barrier before they closed it. They never noticed Ursula’s shell pendant swinging from Uma’s neck.

Not a single person at Auradon noticed they were gone the better part of the day. They got lucky it was a weekend and a royal dance coming up.

“I’ll take these swords back to the gym, see you guys later,” Lonnie said taking off.

“Oh, Ben. There you are, we still need to discuss Cotillion details,” Jane called out to the group. She pulled Ben away to discuss (Y/N)’s stain glass.

“Hey, Mal.” Ben turned back before leaving with Jane, “thank you for helping us. Do whatever you need to do.”

Ben didn’t want her to feel obligated to be Auradon, none of them did. Mal nodded and Ben walked off. (Y/N) slowly limped ahead in front of all of them.

“Hey, whoa (Y/N) let’s just…”

Jay made a motion to grab (Y/N)’s arm but she just hobbled faster. The VKs watched as she avoided all their help. Tears fell down her face as the pain kicked in with all the adrenaline subsiding. The pain was unbearable and Jay’s help would’ve made it easier but she couldn’t accept it. She was glad when Ben walked off to discuss Cotillion with Jane. He wouldn’t take (Y/N) saying no for an answer and would’ve helped her all the way to her room. But (Y/N) wanted to be alone.

She was afraid. Whatever magic happened on the Isle, however much it saved her life, was terrifying and she knew she couldn’t control it. The magic was too strong for her to ignore, she barely stopped her shadow from going after Ben on the Isle. It thought everyone was a threat. (Y/N) could still feel the magic buzzing on her skin. She didn’t want to be touched, just ignored by everyone.

“I’m fine.”

(Y/N) tumbled to the ground as she tried to take another step. Before anyone could help her, the VKs watched her shadow pick her up off the ground and help her walk. Unlike (Y/N), her shadow was wearing a crown on its head. Jay went to take another step and help but the shadow hissed at he and the other VKs, making them step back.

“We need to talk.” Evie pulled Mal aside after they watched (Y/N) walk away.

Carlos stopped them. “No, Jay and I are sick of you going off in your girl huddles. We’ve been through a lot together. We’re your family too. We’re not stopping that now, okay? Now, everyone sit.”

“Here? On the lawn?”

“Yes, so…I don’t know how to start girl talk.” Carlos said once they sat down.

“What up?” Jay provided no help.

Mal laughed.

“I’m a mess guys. I’m such a mess. Six months ago I was stealing everything in sight and now everyone wants me to be this lady of the court. And (Y/N) and Ben have put their blind faith in me. I have no idea how to keep up the act.” She broke down as she spoke.

“Then don’t,” Carlos offered. “We’re always going to be kids from the Isle. That’s why they wanted you as advisor anyway, to learn about the Isle.”

“We’re always going to have those roots.” Evie gave Mal a side hug. “We all did what we had to do to survive. But it made us who we are and we’re never going to be like anybody else here.”

“And that’s okay,” Jay spoke up.

“That’s okay.”

“And we can’t fake it.” Carlos said smiling.

“Yeah, especially without my spellbook. I must’ve dropped it, it wasn’t in the limo when we got out.”

“Give it one more chance. People here really care about you. Ben and (Y/N) picked you as an advisor for you. Not some fake Auradon copy of you.”

Evie, Jay, and Carlos started to walk off when Jay came back and sat down in front of Mal.

“Stay till Cotillion and if you find that you can’t be here for another minute, I’ll drive you back to the Isle myself. No questions asked.”

Jay patted Mal on the shoulder, leaving the girl to think about his words.

~~~~

“Girl talk. Crushed it.” Dude said as he and Carlos walked.

“Yeah except for when it comes to Jane.”

“Carlos?”

“You’re right, gotta man up… let’s go find her.”

~~~~~

While Carlos looked for Jane, Jay met with the fencing team for practice.

“Bring it in boys. I know I come from the Isle where shit’s pretty whack. But if there’s one thing we got on Auradon, it’s we want the strongest on our side. Boy or girl.”

“Jay, what’s this got to do with anything.” Chad started.

“Lonnie’s joining.”

“She can’t. The rule book…”

“Says a captain and eight men. I’m becoming the eighth man. Gentlemen, welcome your new captain.”

Lonnie strolled in satisfied.

~~~~

“There you are!” Doug strolled into Evie’s room.

She gave him a kiss, foot pop and all. “Are you ready to watch faces light up when they get their outfits?”

Evie and Doug started delivering dresses to girls that had gotten their perfect fittings.

Everyone seemed to be doing well, or just fine in Mal’s case. Everyone but (Y/N).

(Third Person POV)

(Y/N) was collapsed on the floor of her room, face down on the carpet. Everything hurt. Her wounds reopened. The pain deep in her chest was enough to make her feel paralyzed.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

It was Ben at the door. (Y/N) closed her eyes and willed Ben to go away.

“Sorry I had to go off, Cotillion stuff. They told me you came to your room, I’ve got dinner set up in mine… Prutia?…”

The door wasn’t even locked. (Y/N) couldn’t even manage that. Ben could walk in any moment if he tried. If she stayed quiet he would probably leave, thinking she was off with Jane or Evie. (Y/N) could feel her shadow moving.

“Please, stop,” she whispered; but, even she knew she was too weak to actually do anything.

(Y/N) opened her eyes to watch it grab one of the heavy crowns from the shelf and drop it.

“Prutia?!” Ben threw open the door. “Shit, (Y/N) what the hell happened?”

Ben made a move to touch her, but (Y/N) attempted to pull away making her scream.

“You’re literally burning. I’m getting the doctor.”

“NO! Ben, no. You have to believe me when I say you can’t.”

“I’m not letting you stay here.”

(Y/N) knew a doctor would get her in trouble. She’d be exposed as having used Shadow magic. They wouldn’t care that it was to save Auradon. All they would hear is Shadow magic and run. She’d be shamed out of Auradon; Maldonia risked being exiled. She wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Ben, I can’t. Please…”

“Dammit, (Y/N). You’re not dying on me.”

Ben tried as gently as possible to scoop (Y/N) up but she cried in pain anyway. He carried (Y/N) all the way to his room and placed her in the bathtub. Ben’s room was the only room with one, perks of being King. He gently removed her clothes, sticking to her sweaty body, and ran the ice cold water.

“I’m finding Mal.”

“No, Ben! Please, don’t find anyone. I don’t want anyone here. My phone… I’ll contact Mama Odie.”

Ben fished (Y/N)’s phone from her clothes’ pocket.

“Ben, please…”

“Okay. I’m right outside the door. Tell me what she says.”

(Y/N) nodded her head but the minute Ben left she threw the phone back on the clothes pile. (Y/N) had no intentions of texting Mama Odie. This was shadow magic at its finest, she just knew it.

Her head hung down as she suffered. An inky, black substance leaked out of her wound until enough came out that it was able to form a creature. It sat in the tub across from (Y/N). Her shadow.

It tilted (Y/N)’s chin up so she was forced to look it in the eye. “Stop fight. Or you die…panic make stronger.”

(Y/N) was terrified. The shadow placed a hand over her wound. She screamed as she felt the wound close up, the only thing left was a giant scab. Ben ran in when he heard (Y/N), the shadow had already disappeared. He saw the scab. Her skin felt less hot.

“It worked. Did she say there was anything you needed to do.”

“I just need to sleep, Ben.”

Ben laid halfway propped up on the headboard. He gently held her, while she rested. (Y/N) knew this was an uncomfortable sleeping position for him but he wouldn’t say anything.

“Stop tensing, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t help herself, the shadow wanted to move.

“Stop. You’ll make the pain worse.” Ben kissed the cut on (Y/N)’s cheek and she drifted off to sleep.

The uncomfortable position meant Ben’s sleep was light. He woke up to the slightest sound. His eyes fluttered open as he heard some rattling. He watched (Y/N)’s shadow try to carefully walk around the shelf holding his crowns.

He didn’t know how it worked but every time the shadow accidentally hit the shadows of his crowns, the actual crowns would rattle. The shadow moved towards their bed but then stopped. Ben thought maybe it’s because he was watching it. (Y/N)’s shadow started to retreat back to the corner.

“Wait.”

Ben called out to the shadow. He tried not to be too loud so (Y/N) wouldn’t wake.

“Please help her.”

Ben had seen it all since his coronation. Ben didn’t understand much about the Bayou’s magic but he knew from (Y/N) that dark magic could take over easier once you used your shadow. He saw what (Y/N) did to save Auradon. She opened herself up to the other side and it seemed like (Y/N) was losing whatever battle she was fighting.

Ben tried to let it go, after all this was her territory not his. He knew she was afraid to tell him about it. But he couldn’t watch her be in pain anymore as she tried to fight whatever dark magic tried to control her. He saw her veins pulse black throughout the day, how her arms and fingers would tense. He saw how— and this was when it scared him the most— (Y/N)’s eyes would roll into the back of her head sometimes. Ben would see her shadow whenever she was in pain and then moments later the pain would subside, he figured it must have been doing something for her.

The shadow slunk back towards Ben’s bed. (Y/N)’s veins began to pulse black again. Ben didn’t know what to do, if this was something she could fight in her sleep. (Y/N) whimpered and clutched onto Ben’s shirt. Ben could feel the grip turn ironclad as (Y/N)’s fingers tensed. He tried to readjust her to a more comfortable position, her shadow scratched his arm as he did.

“I’m not going to hurt her.”

(Y/N)’s shadow pried her fingers off of Ben’s shirt and moved her more onto the bed. Ben pushed (Y/N)’s curls out her face. He grabbed the blanket at the end of his bed and moved to the floor to give (Y/N) more space.

~~~~~

(Y/N POV)

You woke up to Ben in the bathroom, adjusting his crown.

“Good morning, Prutia.”

You got up, sore as ever. You dragged your feet as you made your way over to the small table and grabbed a chicken tender off the tray sitting there.

“That was supposed to be dinner yesterday.”

“Still good…” you said with no emotion. There was a dull aching near your heart.

You fed Ben the rest of the piece in your hand. You noticed the scratches on his forearm, stopping just before the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

“Ben, what’s that?”

“Hmm? Nothing, probably from the fight… Listen, I have to go talk to Triton about his shipping company. I won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? That’s Cotillion.”

“I’ll be back in time, Prutia. There’s something important I have to do.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No. Just rest, I can handle it. I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?”

Ben kissed your temple. As he did, you watched your shadow straighten his crown. You were too worn out to even stop it.

~~~~~

Evie was making you a new top for your dress. The old one had cutouts where your wound could be seen. You were standing on her dressing platform in a cotton version of the new top she was going to construct.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be done by tomorrow. It’s nothing to make a new top, we’ll use a fabric with embellishment predesigned.”

Mal and Evie were gracious enough to not ask about the scab.

“So, Ben’s gone to Seaside?”

“Yeah, he didn’t say what for though. He took his crown so it’s serious… I should’ve gone with him.”

“Unh-uh, Ben texted me when he left. You don’t go anywhere off this campus without me knowing… Prutia.”

“Really, M? You agreed to babysitting duty?”

“I’m trying this whole royal advisor thing again, and my first task back is making sure you actually make it to Cotillion.”

“Advisor? You’re taking the job again?”

“The VKs had a talk. The Isle’s a part of who I am. I want to help you and Ben with Auradon but I got it do it my way. Isle, magic, wickedness and all. I can’t hide it and shouldn’t have to.”

“That’s our girl.” You and Evie said high-fiving.

“Okay, (Y/N). Pattern’s down, you change back. I’ll get this top done ASAP.”

You took off the cotton sample and put your own shirt back on. It hurt to extend your arms over your head. This was your life now, pain from suppressing your shadow. You’d give anything to have Mal’s magic, better yet, you’d give anything to not have magic at the moment.

“Oh my God, (Y/N)! You’re bleeding!”

“Hmm?”

You looked down to where Evie was pointing at your shirt. The scab must have re-opened. ‘Stop fight…or die.’ Those words rang through your head. Not today, not now. If the other side thought you’d stop fighting then they’d have to deliver on their promise of death because you’d rather die than succumb.

“I’m calling Ben.”

“Don’t!”

You watched the inky substance seep out from your wound again.

“He said it’s either him or the doctor,” Mal threatened.

You heard Ben’s voice on the phone when you started to drop. Evie steadied you. Ben asked for Mal to turn the phone around so he could see. Everyone ignored the elephant in the room, your giant ink like shadow sitting behind you holding onto your leg.

“That’s it. I’m cancelling Cotillion.”

“NO!” You felt your shadow dig its claws in your leg. “It’s tradition. I’m not giving the other kingdoms a chance to talk about us some more. We can discuss this problem after Cotillion.”

“(Y/N).”

“I said no, Ben!”

Your shadow flew past you and stood right in front of where Mal was holding up the phone. It stared straight at Ben.

“Okay. But after Cotillion, you tell me everything.”

“I promise.”

“We can get through this.”

“Mmm-hmm, yeah, Ben.”

You didn’t believe those words. This was becoming too much for you to control, sooner or later you were going to snap. The shadow disappeared back into your wound. Everyone looked at you.

“We’ll discuss this after Cotillion. If you need me, I’ll be in my room figuring this out.”

You walked away.

You were in your room, cross-legged on the floor. The shadow creature sat across from you copying your exact position. You tilted your head and it did the same. You grabbed the heavy crown still on the floor from where your shadow dropped it yesterday. The shadow formed a crown of its own.

“Speak,” you commanded.

The shadow opened its mouth. Ink dripped from the roof of its mouth and it made croaking like sounds. So it can’t speak normally? The bathtub was a fluke. You reached out to touch it but the shadow recoiled, so you pulled back.

“Fine. Don’t talk. Listen.”

The creature blinked at you.

“You can’t control me. I don’t belong to you. I’m not the Shadow Man so you need to leave. You hear me?! All my people, all my friends are right here. I ain’t got no other side and definitely no friends there.”

“Me, friend…”

So, it speaks after all. A very gravelly sound but it spoke.

“No.” You made sure your voice didn’t waver.

“Ben, friend? Mal, friend? Evie, Jay, Carlos… Lonnie, Doug, Jane… friend?”

“Yes and you won’t touch them.”

“Me, friend. Me, friend…” it kept repeating itself.

“I don’t practice dark magic! You’re no friend of mine!”

The shadow laughed. It came out almost silent, like a faint squeaky door. It took its crown off and placed it in front of you. You did the same with yours. Your crown melted into a book when the shadow touched it.

“Mama Odie’s spellbook?”

It wasn’t the tiny copy of daily little potions like energy boosters that she gave you. It was her actual spellbook. The shadow flipped the pages until it stopped on a section labeled ‘Voodoo’.

“No. Mama Odie don’t do that stuff.”

“Read.”

(Y/N POV)

You brought the book closer to you. You bookmarked the page that the shadow showed you and went to the beginning of the book. It was a mix of a spellbook and an anthology. Everything on magic could be found here.

As you flipped through the chapters on pixie dust and mermaids, your eyes caught the words ‘fae’ and ‘Maleficent’. You stopped real quick at the sketch of a dragon and read it was a quality Maleficent’s kin possessed. You wondered if Mal knew she had that ability, you’d have to tell her at the Cotillion.

You finally worked up the nerve to go back to the dog-eared page the shadow initially showed you. On the page was a creature that looked vaguely similar to the one in front of you. You scanned through the pages. What you’re reading couldn’t have been correct. You always associated voodoo with Dr. Facilier and his dark forces.

Yet, here was Mama Odie saying otherwise. Here, you were reading voodoo can be used for good or evil. Shadow magic didn’t mean bad, not necessarily. It was about your intentions and heart. And your heart was slowly being poisoned. All that suppressed magic needed somewhere to go and the only place available was your heart. That’s why you’ve been in so much pain. You weren’t fighting off dark magic, you’d been slowly killing yourself.

“This is crazy,” you muttered to yourself as you got up. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this, this is freakin’ insane.”

You filled up a glass with water from your bathroom sink and grabbed the little pot of pixie dust off the shelf. You returned to sit in front of your shadow. If Mama Odie was right, you were going to stop fighting. The pixie dust had been helping you suppress your shadow, keeping it chained to the pot so it couldn’t get more out of hand than it already was.

“If this is a trick, so help me, I’ll crawl from the depths of the Underworld myself to kill you.”

The shadow said nothing. You drowned the pixie dust in water, watching all the glitter and twinkle fade as the dust went out. The shadow creature crawled towards you. The shadow touched your side where the wound was. You could feel it healing completely. It picked up its crown from the ground and placed it on your head.

“Me, friend.”

The creature sank to the floor. It returned to being a plain shadow of you sitting on the floor. You stood up slowly, nothing happened. Your shadow didn’t do anything weird, it behaved like normal. You figured it out. You had to tell Ben.

~~~~~~

Ben wasn’t back yet and hadn’t answered any of your calls; whatever he had to handle at Seaside was taking longer than you thought. You weren’t sure if he would make it in time for Cotillion to start. You still couldn’t believe the committee got you the boat you wanted.

Well, it stayed park in the Auradon Harbor; but you still got the boat and ocean venue you hoped for. You placed your phone with the ushers at the start of the red carpet and just hoped Ben would make it in time. Right now though, you had to represent both of you and walk the carpet alone.

This is was the part you hated. Cotillion was fun but it was technically a Royal Event, which meant a red carpet, press, and you wearing your crown. The cameras snapped as you struck different poses.You made your way to the entrance at the top of the stairs. It was customary that every guest’s name be announced but they could opt out. You, being Ben’s date, had no choice. Lumière announced your presence and the entire Cotillion watched as you descended the steps.

“Hey, Ben is on his way.” Beast and Belle greeted you at the bottom.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Evie came to collect you. She brought you over the rest of the VKs, along with Doug and Lonnie.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”

“Like, I’m running on limited time.” You knew what you read in Mama Odie’s spellbook; but, you were still skeptical.

“Hey, look, if anything happens we’re right here for you.”

You gave them all a hug.

“M, you won’t believe what I found out you could do…” You made small talk while you waited for Ben.

“Huh, really? Wicked! You want to test it out?” Maybe you shouldn’t have told Mal, she seemed a little too excited about it.

“Maybe not right now…”

The fanfare of trumpets drew everyone to attention as Lumière announced Ben’s name. You smiled as Ben came down the stairs. He smiled at you but it seemed awkward, it never made it to his eyes. Ben formally bowed to you. You curtsied back awkwardly; this wasn’t something you two ever did, not even at Royal Events.

“I’m so sorry, I tried to call you. You didn’t pick up the phone. I wish I got the time to explain… I didn’t mean to embarrass…”

“Ben, what are you talking about?”

He didn’t have to explain because you could see Uma at the top of the stairs. The crowd murmured as she gave a shy smile at the top. You were stunned into silence as you watched him go halfway up the stairs to escort Uma down. He kissed the Beast ring that was resting on Uma’s pointer finger. So that’s why you hadn’t seen him wear it or give it back to you after the Isle.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. It all just happened so fast and I thought I’d be back in time to explain. Something happened to me with Uma on the Isle. I tried to ignore it but…”

Ben and Uma smiled at each other, noses touching. You already knew what was happening but you needed to hear it out loud.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…”

“It was love!” Uma cut him off all smiley.

“It was.”

“I just realized how much Ben and I are alike, you know?”

“We are,” Ben said, giddy.

“I know.” Uma’s voice held the same emotion as Ben.

“Not too thrilled I risked my life for him,” Carlos spat out.

“Did you go back for her?” Mal asked.

“He didn’t have to… I dove through the border before it closed. I’m a pretty decent swimmer.”

“You are,” Ben chuckled.

They were all mushy over each other. Very different than you and Ben had ever been.

“I understand you now, (Y/N). Why you never wanted to say I love you. You knew we weren’t meant to be together. It’s okay, I get it now. You don’t have to pretend.”

“That’s not fair, Ben. I wasn’t lying about anything. I wasn’t pretending.”

Did he really think you made up what you told him as an excuse to avoid saying it? You watched as they prepared for the first dance. The music started and you watched them perform a waltz that took you ages to perfect. The VKs pulled you closer to them.

“We’re with you, (Y/N).” Lonnie put a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Jay was by your other side, ready to escort you out. Beast and Belle stopped you on the way out.

“Honey, we’re so sorry. We had no idea. I’m gonna talk to him.”

Jane ran up ahead and asked Lumière to do something.

“And now for the unveiling of King Ben’s masterpiece! Designed especially for his lady,” Lumière called out.

(Part 6)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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