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thunderwavesolveseverything · 5 months

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I'll Take Your Secret to the Grave

[Astarion x Named Tav]

Gandrel reached for Phayelynn's hand, pulling her towards him, only wanting to help, “Please, I can help you. If you’ve encountered the spawn-”

There was the flash of a dagger in the sunlight as a gloved hand latched itself onto his wrist, nearly making him drop his hold on Phayelynn. He looked over to the man in the group who had been dressed in black, getting a good look at his piercing red eyes that were just as sharp as the blade he drew from his belt.

Astarion spoke slowly and with malice, revealing his fangs as he threatened the Gur, “If you plan to keep that hand, I suggest you remove it right now.” The snarl on his face made it clear that he was not in the mood for games, and Gandrel knew he had made a grave mistake.

Okay, so this chapter is lonnnggg.... BUT I had so much fun writing it. I also went a little crazy and wrote out the next three chapters after this sooooo I'll probably post again before the week is over!

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I'll Take Your Secret to the Grave

The five strolled through the lush wetlands; the sun shone down on them, casting a warm glow over the vibrant landscape. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of chirping birds was like tranquil music to the ear. Sheep lazily grazed on the nearby grass, hopping past them as the party walked by. The small ponds and bogs were alive with the croaking of frogs, adding to the sense of magic that permeated the area.

Despite the beauty of the place they had stumbled upon, Lae’zel was the only one who expressed her reservations. Irksomely so. She didn’t hold back in her insistence that this was all a waste of their time, much to the annoyance of everyone else.

“If this creche of yours doesn’t work,” Shadowheart’s tone was tinged with a hint of skepticism as she addressed Lae’zel. She eyed the gith suspiciously, “Then what, Lae’zel?” She wasn’t the only one in the party not convinced that the githyanki would be much use to them. She was just the only one brave enough to challenge her.

Lae’zel, however, was unfazed by Shadowheart’s doubt. “Then it will be my fault and mine alone,” she replied confidently. “My people would never fail me.”

The rest of the group groaned collectively at Lae’zel’s blind loyalty, but she paid them no mind. As she walked alongside Shadowheart, she fixed her with a hard gaze. “Not like how your insistence on seeing this old woman will fail us. It’s clear the woman has lured you into a trap,” she added, her voice laced with a touch of disdain.

That resonated with them as they walked through the seemingly perfect place, its flawless facade almost too surreal, as if it came out of a fairytale. Lae’zel’s warning that this was a trap was only reinforced by Phayelynn’s hum of agreement. Shadowheart glowered at her as the bard walked to her left. As they trudged on, her frustration grew with each step.

When Phayelynn sang out in a sing-song voice, “Auntie Ethel’s a hag,” Shadowheart’s annoyance boiled over.

She abruptly halted and turned to face her companions. Her voice was pointed and biting. “I refuse to let this chance slip away like the last one. I can’t bear the thought of this thing,” she motioned to her eye and what was planted behind it, “lingering in my head any longer. Is that perfectly clear to both of you?” she spat out, her eyes blazing with determination.

Lae’zel wrinkled her nose in distaste, a sharp click of her tongue punctuating her disapproval. Phayelynn, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at Shadowheart’s reaction. It was her fault after all that they hadn’t talked to the Grove’s healer.

Shadowheart noticed the distant expression on Phayelynn’s face and furrowed her brows with disapproval. She didn’t want to come off too harsh, still wanting to keep some favor within the group. But even with Phayelynn’s detachment, Shadowheart stood by her initial conviction and refused to retract her statement.

“I just don’t want to put all my eggs in the same basket,” She gestured toward Lae’zel, earning a huff from the gith as they continued walking.

“That expression must sound curious to a Githyanki’s ear,” Gale piped up. He’d been trailing behind the group with Astarion in tow, listening to the bubbling argument between the three. He positioned himself next to Lae’zel and continued, “Given how they’re birthed.”

Phayelynn seemed puzzled by Gale’s statement and made a face as if she didn’t understand what he was implying. She looked at Gale and then at Lae’zel with a hint of concern on her face. “I’m sorry, the way they are what?” she asked, hoping for a clearer explanation.

Lae’zel seemed to perceive Phayelynn’s confusion as an insult and looked unimpressed by it. Gale, however, always eager to satisfy curiosity, decided to explain further and said, “The Githyanki aren’t born from a womb. They’re hatched.”

“Like from an egg?” she sounded like she still didn’t believe him.

“Yes, Phayelynn, from eggs.” Gale let out a light chuckle.

His explanation still didn’t help her. In fact, it only seemed to pique her curiosity further, inciting a flurry of questions. She whipped around to face Lae’zel, walking backward to keep pace, “Wait a minute, you lay eggs? How!” she exclaimed, eyeing her stomach. “How big are they?”

Lae’zel’s face twisted into a sneer as she grew tired of the girl’s incessant and foolish questioning. She could see a sign for the healer’s home up ahead. She’d rather get this pointless endeavor over with. She moved to walk around her but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

As they approached Ethel’s, a pungent odor filled the air, emanating something metallic and sickly sweet. Lae’zel sniffed the air, her head turning to the left towards a small clearing on a low hill. A man stood, fiddling with some sort of bear trap. Lae’zel watched him as he noticed them, her hand instinctively moving towards the sword on her back, ready to strike if needed.

Shadowheart and Gale maintained a composed demeanor as they observed the stranger, trying to discern his intentions behind setting up those traps. Phayelynn watched him too, but more so in disgust as she wrinkled her nose, struggling against the overwhelming stench that filled the air. The trio remained cautious and alert, keenly aware of the potential danger that lurked before them.

Astarion languidly made his way to stand beside Phayelynn and Shadowheart with a sense of purpose. His gaze fixed on the man, scanning him from head to toe. Rough-hewn clothing, rugged and worn, long, messy hair, and a beard to match- all tell-tale signs of his kind. Astarion’s demeanor immediately changed as he realized the man’s heritage. He was a Gur. And Astarion already despised every fiber of his being.

The man greeted them with a friendly wave, “Forgive the aroma, strangers! This area is teeming with all sorts of creatures.” his smile was warm as he put down the trap he’d been setting as if to prove that he meant them no harm. “An old hunter’s trick. Powder iron-vine. It makes most monsters think twice before making a meal out of me.”

Astarion strode closer, his every movement exuding a predator’s grace and confidence. His suspicions were confirmed, and a smirk fell on his lips.

“So, you’re a monster hunter?” he said, his hand resting casually on his hip. He tilted his head, studying the Gur with a mixture of ill contempt and delight. “Well, color me surprised,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t expect to meet one of your kind with manners. I thought all Gur were vagrant cut-throats.” He made sure to keep his smile tight-lipped, not revealing his teeth.

“Astarion!” Phayelynn hissed, taken aback by his upfront rudeness.

She crossed her arms against her chest. She quickly shot the Gur an apologetic look on behalf of her companion. She tried to ignore the strong odor of the Gur, bobbing her head toward Astarion.

“I’m sorry about him.” she outreached her hand for him to take, hoping the gesture would ease the tension. “I’m Phayelynn.”

“Gandrel,” the Gur took it despite Astarion’s initial rudeness, shaking Phayelynn’s hand with a welcoming smile.

She tried to look over Astarion’s face to read his expression, but he kept his face well hidden behind his hood. She attempted to reach him through the tadpole, but he severed the link the moment she established it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Something was off. Astarion, the usually brooding and mischievous, only a tad bit sadistic, companion, seemed on edge and tense, like a provoked animal waiting to strike. It wasn’t in his nature to openly seek out conflict. He was the one always emphasizing the importance of self-preservation.

She turned back to Gandrel, who was clearly the cause. It struck then her. Gur were notorious monster hunters, and by definition, Astarion was a monster himself- a vampire. He felt threatened.

She recalled the tales of the Gur people. They were legendary monster hunters, famous for their daring feats. They slayed mighty dragons and beheaded towering giants. But still, they were viewed with suspicion. Rumors of their misdeeds spread like wildfire across Faerûn, from pilfering chickens, cursing crops, and seducing daughters under the veil of darkness.

Phayelynn couldn’t help but wonder if the Gur were any different from the monsters they hunted.

“What kind of monster are you hunting?” she asked carefully.

“Something terrifying, no doubt,” Astarion spoke for him. He swayed from side to side, his eyes now locked on Phayelynn with an excited glint. Then he turned to the Gur and continued, “Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?”

But before Astarion could keep carrying himself away, Gandrel stepped in and held a hand up bashfully, “Nothing so dramatic,” he said. “I‘m on the hunt for a vampire spawn.”

Phayelynn and Astarion both went pale. Neither said a word, only sparing the other knowing glances.

Gale noticed their reaction and became curious at what that shared look meant. He brought his hand to this chin, his eyes lighting up with interest. He nodded towards the Gur. “Ah, you don’t say.” He said. “We encountered the remains of its prey the other day.”

Gandrel stood with his arms crossed and a look of attentiveness. “Really now?” he asked with eagerness to learn more.

Gale chuckled softly, as if this was a casual talk with old friends, as he turned to Phayelynn. “It was nothing serious,” he said. “Just a boar that startled us a bit. Isn’t that right, Phayelynn?”

When he noticed Phayelynn giving him a slight shake of her head, he creased his brow. Just the other day, she had been so determined to find the culprit of the murdered boar that she couldn’t let it go, and now she looked like she would thunderwave him if he talked about it any further.

“Are you alright?” he prodded lightly.

Phayelynn’s heart pounded as she tried to conceal her panic and fear for Astarion’s safety. She knew that Gandrel was on the hunt for Astarion, and she couldn’t let Astarion be discovered.

She understood the deep-rooted anxiety being on the run brought.

In a feeble attempt to steer the conversation away from the topic, Phayelynn tried to play the role of a meek and terrified girl. She spoke softly, batting her eyes just enough, hoping to be convincing enough to deter any further discussion about vampires.

“Yes,” she spoke with a rather convincing, vulnerable look in her eye, “It was so scary.” her voice quivered. “I- I don’t want to talk about it.”

As she spoke, there was a hint of amusement from her companions. She could feel Lae’zel’s eyes on her, and Shadowheart stifled a laugh.

“I understand. Vampires can be quite frightening, but it is good to be aware of them no matter how much they might scare you.” Gandrel pressed, trying to give her a comforting smile.

Phayelynn stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Her brow twitched, the tadpole behind her eye spasming. Astarion’s festering discomfort and anger hit her involuntarily through their connection. She shot him a sympathetic look and bit her lip.

A timid and frightened girl wasn’t going to work. She’d have to play a different role.

Batting her eyes, Phayelynn looked the Gur up and down, transforming into something more sultry than the damsel in distress. With a confident sway of her hips, she moved closer to Gandrel. Pursing her lips, she then brought her hand up to rest on his chest, trying to suppress a shudder of embarrassment.

She spoke with a sensual roughness, “But the Gur are fabled. I guess I can sleep better at night,” she plucked out her next words carefully, weaving a little bit of magic through them to make sure they worked their charm. She gave a soft squeeze to his chest after each honeyed word, “knowing such a burly and skilled, not to forget handsome, man is hunting the creature.”

Gandrel blushed at her lust-coated compliments, eating them up and shooting her his own flirty grin. He looked down at the hand on his chest, a sudden craving to know what it would feel like against bare skin. “That may be true, my lady. I do have experience.” he smirked, “but I’d still set up watches at your camp tonight.”

Phayelynn had picked up on the double entendre, and she gulped before hiding away her discomfort with a giggle. Taking her hand off his chest, she started to fiddle with her hair, twirling a strand around her finger. She was glad she couldn’t see her companion’s face. She was embarrassed enough already.

“Right,” Gale felt uneasy after watching that display.

The rogue and the bard were hiding something, conspiring together. It only made sense after Phayelynn’s disappearance this morning, only for Shadowheart to find her inside Astarion’s tent. He glanced at Shadowheart, hoping to find some agreement, and she nodded back, confirming that she was on the same page. Trying to gather more information, Gale turned to Gandrel and asked, “To better prepare ourselves, what can you tell us about this spawn?”

Phayelynn recoiled at her wasted efforts. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was how everyone else felt when she couldn’t let go of a matter. A growl escaped her lips as she wordlessly cursed the wizard, only to be met with a disdainful glance from Gandrel. Trying to conceal her anger and reel him back in, she looked up to him with blinking doe eyes, forcing out a breathy, fake laugh.

As Gandrel flashed a toothy grin down at her, he shifted his gaze towards Gale, “He’s from Baldur’s Gate. His name is Astarion.”

“Astarion?” Gale hissed, reacting with shock and betrayal.

He looked between the two conspirators, realizing why Phayelynn had tried to manipulate the conversation. It was to protect Astarion. How long had she known, and was Astarion planning on telling the rest of the party himself?

Phayelynn’s ears picked up on the distinct sound of Shadowheart’s chain mail clinking together as she moved uneasily at the revelation of Astarion’s vampiric nature. It was followed by the clicking of Lae’zel’s tongue. She turned her head slowly, trying to catch Astarion’s reaction. Despite his attempt to hide behind his hood, Phayelynn could sense his anticipation filling up as if he were bracing himself for an inevitable attack with pitchforks and stakes.

“You know of this spawn?” Gandrel asked, noting the look of recognition on Gale’s face.

Phayelynn was cautious as she turned back to Gandrel, reaching out to the others through the tadpole first, Shut up. Trust me. Please.

“We’ve never met anyone by that name.” Phayelynn shrugged, “Not that I can recall.” Phayelynn smiled, her fingertips gently caressing the air as she let her hands drop down to her sides. “But I guess whoever this Astarion, you said his name was, is only a spawn.” she said, bringing a hand up to lay over her heart, “Silly me, why was I so afraid? That’s not like a real vampire.” She then turned to Gale, “But still, we should let him get back to setting those traps of his,” she eyed the discarded bear trap, “and stop distracting him with your questions, Gale.”

Astarion decided he stood quiet long enough. He leaned back, his eyes raking over the Gur as if he were sizing him up. “I don’t know,” he drawled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m sure a vampire spawn could still rip your throat out if he felt like it.” He let out a low growl that shivered down Phayelynn’s spine.

Gandrel agreed with a somber tone, “Unfortunately, he’s right. We may have the advantage in daylight, but at night, when they come out to hunt, you’ll meet no less of a deadly quarry. The creatures we’re dealing with are weak only when compared to their masters.”

Phayelynn’s body tensed, but she tried to hide it with a laugh, “Ha-ha, yeah, I bet they sneak right up on you,” she said, feeling a sense of unease creeping up on her as she shot Astarion a ‘what are you doing’ look.

Gandrel noticed her sudden change in demeanor, studying her body language with new intent. His instincts told him something was wrong. These people weren’t just a group of harmless travelers; they knew something. It was then that Gandrel’s eyes fell upon the unmistakable bite mark on her neck that peeked out from underneath her collar- evidence of a vampire’s attack.

“You’ve been bitten.” His pupils dilated from his wrath as he spoke.

She quickly moved to hide them, pulling strands of hair over her shoulder in a failed attempt to conceal them.

“They’re just birthmarks,” she tried to sound convincing, “I’m really self-conscious about them, so I would appreciate it if we could just part ways now, please.” The ‘please’ was mostly towards her companions.

Astarion was dumbfounded by her unexpected determination to protect his secret, even though her efforts were futile now. He drew in a deep breath, impressed by her loyalty.

Gandrel reached out to Phayelynn with the intention of offering his help. But, in a moment of recklessness, he made the mistake of grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. “Please, I can help you. If you’ve encountered the spawn-”

The sunlight shone brightly down on them all, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. It was perplexing. It defied the laws of the supernatural world. Vampires were known for their inability to withstand the rays of the sun, yet here one stood unaffected. And then there was a human who was fiercely guarding him as if her life depended on it. The situation seemed implausible, and there was only one explanation for that.

His face twisted into a sneer as he glared at the two, his eyes darting between them, trying to make sense of everything. “He’s compelled you.”

“What? No!” Phayelynn gasped. “Let me go, asshole,” She started trying to tug her hand free, but Gandrel didn’t loosen his grip, despite Astarion’s own hold on him.

Phayelynn’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Gandrel reach for his dagger, his intent clear. But before any of them could react, Astarion was already in motion. He held Gandrel’s arm steady, his grip unyielding. And then, in a sudden and shocking move, Astarion plunged the dagger into the soft flesh of Gandrel’s forearm near down to the hilt. The sound of flesh tearing was sickening, and blood exploded from the wound, splattering across Phayelynn’s face in small speckles and causing her to flinch.

Astarion had a sinister smirk on his face as he licked some of the droplets that had landed by his lips. He seemed to be taking pleasure in the painful cries that were pouring out of Gandrel’s mouth, almost as if they were a beautiful melody. After a few seconds of relishing in Gandrel’s agony, Astarion yanked the dagger out of Gur’s forearm. Gandrel held onto the wound tightly, trying to stop the bleeding, while Astarion chuckled. He pushed the Gur back and then pulled Phayelynn behind him, shielding her protectively. His eyes remained locked on the Gur.

Phayelynn’s jaw was left hanging open as she watched the situation escalate before her very eyes. The sudden rush of adrenaline caused her pointed ears to twitch. Looking towards her companions for support, she saw Lae’zel already with her sword drawn, ready to cut down the Gur. Shadowheart, on the other hand, seemed to be waiting for Phayelynn’s decision, her expression unreadable.

Gale was the only one left unsure of what to do, torn between Gandrel, the stranger only doing his job, and Astarion, his traveling companion who had lied to them about his true nature as a vampire.

Unlike Phayelynn, Astarion had no interest in seeking their approval. He kept his sights on the Gur as if he were the prey being hunted. As soon as the Gur made another move towards the dagger strapped to his hip, Astarion sprang forward. With his off-hand, he thrust the blade into Gur’s side and then delivered a second strike between his shoulder and collarbone. Astarion pushed the Gur away with a forceful kick to his gut.

Following his lead, Lae’zel charged forward from behind Phayelynn and Gale’s right. She wielded her sword with both hands, raising it high above her head before bringing it down with all her might on the monster hunter. Her attack was a warning to anyone who dared to make a move against one of them.

Gandrel stumbled back, clutching his chest as blood seeped from the wound that ran down his front. He refused to give up, fighting through the pain that coursed through his body. He couldn’t let a vampire’s spawn defeat him, no matter how outnumbered he was. His mind raced as he quickly reached back for his crossbow, grimacing as he felt the pain of his ripped flesh.

“Impero Tibi,” He muttered the spell and aimed at Lae’zel, ensnaring her in a tangle of thorn-covered vines. With his eyes then fixed on Astarion, he reached for another arrow, determined to take down the vampire spawn.

Astarion let out a bloodcurdling cry and attempted to shield his eyes as he was drenched with acid. He could feel the skin on his body burning and bubbling beneath his clothes, causing him to writhe in anguish.

“Astarion!” Phayelynn had shouted, watching him stumble on his feet.

Shadowheart, like the well-trained cleric she was, acted swiftly, rushing to Astarion’s side. With a gentle touch, she placed her hands on his arm and cast a healing spell, hoping to alleviate his pain. Sensing the danger that loomed large, biting back any pettiness that brewed within her, she then cast a shield of faith to protect Lae’zel from the sharp thorns that encased her.

Gale was stuck, struggling to decide on the right course of action. On one hand, Gandrel was an innocent man who didn’t deserve to be ruthlessly slaughtered by the likes of them. And on the other, Astarion had apparently enticed Phayelynn to his tent the previous night, and fed on her, manipulating her into defending him.

Phayelynn watched with weariness as the usual chaos that followed hit in full swing. Astarion was grimacing in pain, his body heaving as Shadowheart stood over him, her spell slowly working to heal him. Lae’zel stood fighting against the vines that bound her. Her muscles strained as she tried unsuccessfully to break free. And then there was Gale, who seemed perpetually on the fence about whether or not he wanted to be useful.

Gandrel saw her hesitation. It marked her as an easy target, and he wasted no time in trying to sway her to his side. “I can help you,” he said, his voice low and persuasive, “His kind are master manipulators. Whatever he’s told you-”

But Phayelynn wasn’t so easily swayed. “Shut up,” she spat, her hand reaching for her lute out of habit, only to remember with a scowl that it had been broken in the fight against the Orges. “Damnit.” she hissed but didn’t relent, snatching up her dagger and surging forward, determined to take down the hunter before he could harm her or her companions.

Gandrel retched as the blade skewered through his flesh, blood gushing from the wound. He raised his bow, thrashing it across her face. Phayelynn gasped as her lip burst and her nose crunched. Gandrel grabbed her before she could fall, seizing her up by her ponytail. After letting go of his crossbow, he effortlessly tore the dagger from her grasp, driving it in between her rib cage.

Her scream was hair-raising. She’d never been stabbed before and didn’t care that she now knew that feeling. She let out a choked sob. Gandrel pulled her close, the dagger weeding its way deeper through her. Phayelynn saw spots.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, girl,” Gandrel said, his voice heavy with regret. “But if you side with a vampire spawn,” he spat, pushing harder, hearing the dagger rip out from the other side. “You give me no choice.”

Phayelynn’s cheeks were flushed with heat as the dagger was pulled out from her, making her choke on her breath. The look in Gandrel’s eyes was crazed and far gone.

She gasped. Icy fear trickled down her back, tears welled up in her eyes, streaking down her face as she let out a strangled plea for him to stop. She tried to push herself away, only for him to grab her tighter, pulling her close by the hair and stabbing into her stomach, over and over, until he didn’t.

Gale finally did something.

“Ardere!”

The air crackled as he shouted the incantation. His voice was filled with fury, aimed at everyone and everything in sight. He seethed with rage towards Gandrel for his barbarous attack against Phayelynn. He was incensed at Phayelynn for risking her safety and well-being for Astarion so foolishly. The sheer resentment he felt towards Astarion was almost unbearable, as it was Astarion’s keeping them in the dark about being a vampire that ultimately led to this.

But he was most angry with himself. Realizing that he had been idle for far too long made his blood boil.

Phayelynn stumbled backward, watching as Gandrel met his end with rays of scorching fire. She fell to the ground, too weak and dazed to keep herself up, sighing at the feeling of the sun’s warmth spreading across her skin.

The world around her was a blurry mess, but she could hear Lae’zel breaking free from the magic that held her captive. The magic dispersed in all directions, causing a sudden burst of energy to fill the air. Lae’zel retrieved her sword, moving to ensure that the enemy was dead.

Phayelynn’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to adjust to the brightness of the sun overhead. She winced as she was jerked up, hands pulling at her shoulders.

“No, no, you can’t die.” she heard Astarion shout at her. “Get up, damn you!”

She squinted as her eyes opened again. The sun’s rays were blocked by Shadowheart as she kneeled down beside her, muttering spells of healing under her breath. Her hands were cool to the touch, and Phayelynn hummed at the feeling.

Astarion’s face appeared on the other shoulder of her, his hood pulled down and concern etched across his features. She struggled to make out the rest of his words as his lips moved. She watched his brow furrow, his fangs once again bared, directed this time towards Shadowheart.

Phayelynn let out a low, guttural groan, feeling utterly exhausted and drained. All she wanted was to bury herself back in Astarion’s soft furs and fancy pillows and drift back off to sleep. Maybe if she could just shut her eyes and block out the noise, the pain would subside, and maybe she’d feel better when she woke up.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Multipart Commission work - Harry Hook x reader - A Prince Behind the Pirate - part 12 - letters and conspiracies

@musicarose

“more and more people are rallying for the children of the isle to join us in Auradon” the council was meeting secretly, talking about the recent events of the people of Auradon calling for the children of the isle to be removed and relocated to Auradon“all thanks to your granddaughter Leah”

The ex-queen crossed her arms, glaring at her fellow council members. “it is not my fault that my granddaughters….soulmate” she spat “is a filthy isle pirate boy, trust me, I have plans to get him out of her head, the first being an arranged marriage between Ariels son and (y/n)”

“now how are you going to do that?” Luis scoffed, twirling his white mustache between his fingers “while it's not common knowledge that the pirate and your granddaughter are soulmates if it gets out the whole kingdom would riot for her, you know the consequences of forcefully pulling two souls apart”

Leah waved the old king off, he was a sucker for love and allowed his son to marry a peasant dish maid, he would be no use in the planning of all this. “yes yes whatever, I cannot have a filthy pirate soil my family line, (y/n) needs a prince, one with land and claim to his throne. Jordan will be just fine, with the claim to Atlantica”

The council nodded along with her standing as the “meeting” was dismissed, Luis frowned to himself, he just couldn't condone this behavior…he needed to tell someone.

You sighed, leaning back in your desk chair, blowing your hair out of your eyes. Another stressful day of dealing with Isle affairs, from the food barges to the assholes on the council denying yet ANOTHER transfer request of another 4 VKs.

It had been a long battle but after your stories, along with the cour four and Ben backing you up and their own stories, the people of Auradon were rallying for the removal of the vks from the Isle.

Cinderella herself was voting for the removal of the vks, along with her step-sister Anastasia. Which lead to more people to come on your side, if someone who was raised by a villain was rallying for the vks how bad could they be?

If only your grandmother wasn’t such a bitch and convincing the other council members to keep denying the VK transfer plan. You rolled your neck and got back to business, finishing up another document on the medical barge that was being sent to the isle soon.

A few minutes later a knock sounded at your door, and you turned to look at it for a moment before going back to your work “it's open!”

Audrey stepped through a moment later, a bowl of fruit in her hands “snack break!” you sighed and looked at her, smiling.

“but-“ she tossed a grape at you, pouting.

“no buts, now eat the snackies” you laughed and held your hand out for the bowl, she gave it and a fork to you, spinning around and landing on your bed “sooooo, hows work?”

“pretty good” you shrugged, a mouthful of watermelon “just finishing on a medical document before working on the next barge for fabric”

Audrey hummed and nodded to herself, picking up the tossed leather jacket on your bed, thumbing over the stitched silver hook. “any progress on Harry?”

“no” you groaned, letting your head fall “the council STILL won't approve the plan” Audrey pursed her lips, sucking on her teeth.

“….im really glad I've grown away from grammie, I used to think she knew everything but….shes just-“

“close-minded and thinks about what's best for her and HER line instead of what's best for us and what WE want?” Audrey pointed at you and nodded.

“exactly, shes so demanding and-and god, I wish mom and dad had more of an opportunity to raise us, I never realized that I hardly had a relationship with mom until I actually tried to hang out with her instead of grammie”

You shook your head, it had been hard for Audrey and mom to get their “proper” relationship going, even months later their relationship was slightly strained.

Thankfully for you, you had….not trusted your grandmother since you were a kid and she had grimaced and called a same-sex couple walking down the street “rule-breaking f*gs”…yeah you decided she wasn’t a good role model and mentally disowned her.

When you had told Audrey about it, right around the times she separated herself from Grammie, she had a look of horror on her face, being apart of the LGBTQ community herself, she took it to heart.

To sum it up, you and Audrey had basically disowned your grandmother and decided you deserved better than a homophobic, controlling bitch of a grandmother.

She still tried to control the two of you but 1) since you met Harry and decided that hey, your soulmates a pirate, let's just go crazy and 2) Audrey was done with her bullcrap.

Your dad had almost died from laughing as you both hid from your grandma one day while she visited. But managed to hide it from her as she asked about you, while your grandpa found you and snuck you some food

Your grandfather was always your favorite out of the two grandparents, he never pressured you, never forced his beliefs on you, and just let you be yourselves….and also took you to get junk food.

Big difference from your grandmother, but anyway- back to the main plot.

You swallowed the last bit of fruit and placed it on your desk, going back to working on the medical document.

“shoot I gotta get going, Jane wanted to go get brunch at Tiana's place, see you later!” Audrey jumped up from the bed, ran over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before she bolted from your room to find jane. “have fun” you muttered distracted, typing out your last paragraph, and hitting the save button, opening up the fabric document next.

Time for another three hours at your desk, just the life of the isle ambassador.

Harry grunted as he set a large barrel full of fish on the ships main deck, groaning as he stood and stretched out his aching muscles. He shook his head, feeling beads of sweat dripping from his scalp and down his forehead. “gods” he muttered “the one day I do work and its gotta be so hot” he slicked back his sweat-soaked hair and turned around, heading back to the barge to collect more food for the crew.

As he walked down the gangplank, his oh so precious little sister CJ came trotting towards him, a white envelope in her hand, waving it about in the air “oh Harry~ a letter from your girlfirend~” she called, skipping over to him and holding out the letter.

Harry tried to grab it but CJ twisted and pulled away the letter, sticking her tongue out playfully “you have to be quick-hey!” Harry picked CJ up and plucked the letter from her hand, dropping her back on her feet, snickering as she hit his shoulder.

“and yeh hav’ ta be quicker than tha’” Harry mocked, ripping open the envelope and taking out the letter, grunting as CJ jumped onto him and climbed to look over his shoulder “yeh rotten little monkey” he muttered, opening the letter and grinning slightly as (y/n)s neat handwriting appeared

-hi Harry~ just wanted to write a quick letter to you. The next barges are medical and fabric and should be at the isle within the week, I need Uma to write up any needs on the blank paper I put along with this letter and give it back to the courier that will be retrieving the returns in three days.

I miss you every day and even though we see each other in our dreams, I still wish I could see you.

-until next time, love- (y/n)

Harry sighed, smiling softly at the letter, thumbing over (y/n)s signature. “gag” CJ stuck her tongue out and walked away “im gonna go hang out with someone who isn’t being a love guppy” Harry rolled his eyes and closed the letter, shoving it in his pocket and taking the envelope and blank paper to Uma

You sighed, finally finishing the last document and sending it to the manager of isle affairs. You spun around in your chair and stood, walking to your bed and flopping down onto the mattress.

“uhhhg” you groaned, grabbing your jacket and pulling it over your head, ready to sleep for 10 hours after your grueling day of filling out paperwork.

Your phone sounded off, and you groaned loudly and sat up, your jacket falling to your lap, leaning over you grabbed your phone from the charger, clicking on the message bubble.

…

….

“WHAT!???!”

-end of part 12-

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