#harry hook fic

[findmeontheisle]

chasing the ocean: part 17

author's note: i'm back??? and i kinda went crazy with this one ngl. not to scare y'all either but i already wrote the ending and it hit me deep in my emotions, like yall aint ready for that shit, but don't worry im delaying like hell because idk if i can emotionally give it up this has been my baby for too long.

warnings: slight angst, cursing, fluff

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“evie, this is one of the worst ideas you’ve ever talked me into.”

i watch her through the mirror as she happily braids my hair and i almost don’t expect her to answer for a moment until she leans back to examine her work, her lips pursed to the side as she waves a hand dismissively. she taps my shoulder and i lift the bobby pin from my lap to place in her extended hand.

“you say that every time i have an idea.”

rolling my eyes, i remind her, “that’s because last time, your idea was to kiss frogs by the enchanted lake.”

she laughs loudly at the memory and pins a strand of hair behind my ear, “you’re only mad because you ended up falling in a mud puddle when you tried to catch one.”

my laughter betrays me and i shake my head. evie and i have been friends ever since she first came to auradon and sat next to me in our home ec class. we had been assigned as partners and made an agreement immediately that i would be in charge of the cooking portion of projects if she handled the sewing aspect. our friendship blossomed from there and i seem to always find myself getting talked into all of her schemes and ideas, which led me to sitting in front of the mirror in her bedroom as she inspected every detail of my outfit.

“you gotta admit, y/n, a double date is a little bit better of an idea than kissing frogs.”

the reminder of what is coming causes a pit to form in my stomach once more. biting my bottom lip, i stare at my reflection anxiously. evie had braided the top portion of my hair and leaving the rest natural. she had spent an unnecessary amount of time focused on makeup as she cautiously applied highlighter and concealer. her work and effort showed in how much i looked exactly like myself while also being the best version i had seen in quite a bit of time. a gentle glow, as she called it.

evie frowns before resting her hands on her hips and demands, “okay, spill. i haven’t seen you this quiet since… ever.”

a half smile pulls at my lips, my chest warm at the concern in her eyes as i breathe a small laugh, “what gave me away?”

she looks to the ceiling and pretends to count on her hands, “you were going to let me put orange eye shadow on you with green eyeliner, you didn’t correct me when i sang the wrong lyrics to your favorite song, and - you’re trying to distract me.”

my laughter is louder and more authentic this time when she slaps my shoulder. shaking my head and suppressing my giggles, i sigh and stare at her reflection, “you can’t make a big deal if i tell you.”

the look in her eyes gives away her curiosity, but she can tell that this is genuinely affecting me so she nods quickly, “of course, y/n.”

heaving a small breath, i squeeze my eyes shut as i confess, “harry and i technically have never been on an actual date before.”

silence.

for a moment, i’m worried i broke her, but when i open my eyes, she’s still standing so some of the worry dissipates.

suddenly, we’re both jolted from the silence when we hear two knocks against the door. we share a look of panic, which is only worsened when we hear doug call out, “hey evie, we just came to see if you two were ready.”

evie takes a deep breath and in a slightly rushed voice, she calls out, “one minute, dougy!”

my face scrunches in slight disgust and i mouth dougy? at her and she responds by silently flipping me off.

before i can process that she's moved, she grabs a glass bottle from her bedside table and is quickly spritzing me with it. i cough at the overwhelming smell and wave my hand to clear the air from the sparky mist.

she sets the bottle back in its place and i sniff the air before tilting my head in confusion, "why do you have a perfume that smells like harry's cologne?”

evie is focused on fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of the mirror, but i swear i see the corner of her lips turn up at the question.

shrugging, she grabs her purse from the bed and answers, "i have a million perfumes, i just grabbed the closest one because i can't have you smelling bad on your first date.”

frowning, i follow her to the door and mumble, "I smell just fine."

evie ignores me and slowly opens the door. I'm still hidden behind the door as she announces, "boys, i am proud to introduce you to the always lovely, y/n.”

rolling my eyes at her dramatics, i shift my feet anxiously and watch as the door slowly opens more to reveal doug and harry.

all of my thoughts fade away as i stare at harry.

his hair is brushed down, but the front is still tousled like always, as if he mindlessly played with it before doug could stop him. he's wearing a white tank top that has minimal amounts of rips compared to the clothes he usually wears and a leather jacket on top. his black denim jeans have small red designs across them.

he was standing stiffly when the door first opened, but the second we made eye contact, his shoulders loosened and he let out a small breath. a smile crosses his face almost subconsciously and if anyone else had looked at me like that, i would've felt an urge to hide or duck my head.

instead, i feel like a flower blooming under the warmth of his gaze.

doug and evie are talking, but i pay no attention to them as harry steps forward. his hands are behind his back and his blue eyes are wide as he stares into my eyes.

"darlin', ye look absolutely breathtaking."

i smile sheepishly at him and lift my hands to run through his hair. he dips his head to help me reach easier as i ruffle through his dark locks. shaking my head happily, i tsk and mumble, "they always try to tame your hair."

harry chuckles and shakes his hair when i finally finish fixing it, "i was gonna fix it for ye, but i like when ye play with me hair."

snorting, i shove his shoulder playfully. he laughs at how flustered i look before seeming to remember something, "lass, i got ye something."

he begins to move his hands from behind his back, but i stop him quickly. harry tilts his head in confusion and i hurriedly ask, "please tell me you didn't spend any money."

the smile that takes over his face is brighter than the sun and i find myself smiling as well.

"ye know, doug tried to convince me that you would want a necklace or chocolate, but i figured ye would say something like that."

my cheeks feel flush once again and he chuckles as he pulls his hands from behind his back.

in his hands, he holds a bouquet of wildflowers. i gasp and my heart feels like it will explode from excitement as i gently accept the flowers from him. the colors of the bouquet somehow matches the colors on my floral sundress that evie had chosen for today. i breathe in the smell of the flowers and can still smell the lingering bit of perfume that evie had sprayed on me earlier.

"harry... i- thank you. these mean the world to me."

his cheeks are tinted with pink and he shrugs nonchalantly, "anything for my lass."

evie gasps and i realize that she's just noticed the bouquet in my hand. she rushes over and begins rambling excitedly. i smile apologetically at harry before asking evie for a vase to put the flowers in until the date is done. her and doug begin scouting the room because evie swears she has the perfect vase for it, but it's lost somewhere under all of the extra pieces of fabric in her room.

suddenly, i feel harry taking one of the flowers out of the bouquet. his touch is gentle as he inspects the daisy before tucking it behind my ear. i didn't know that i had begun holding my breath until it felt like my lungs were going to burst. exhaling slowly, i stare up into his eyes and his smile is so large that i know it must hurt.

"god, lass, ye're so fucking pretty."

i can't help myself in that moment. the tension had built up far too much for me to resist as i grip his leather jacket to pull him closer. he must have been expecting it as his arms wrapped around my hips in perfect timing and our lips connect passionately.

it's nowhere near being our first kiss, but the sparks still send chills down my spine. i feel harry smile into the kiss and i let go of his jacket in favor of letting my hand slide up into his hair to ruffle it some more.

"you two do realize we're still standing here, right?"

i can hear evie smack doug for ruining the moment and my laughter breaks the kiss. when i pull back, i can see some of the sparkly lip gloss i once was wearing is on harry's lips. lifting my hand to wipe it off, i smile as harry leans out of my reach and playfully scolds me, "ay, why're ye trying to take my lip gloss?"

rolling my eyes, i joke, "well, i can't have you looking better than me."

harry pulls me into a quick hug and presses a kiss on the top of my head, "that's impossible, lass."

doug steps forward with the glass vase before i can respond. his face is deadpan of any emotion, which is a comical difference in comparison to evie who is nearly in tears from excitement and happiness. this is the first time she's witnessed harry and i actually talking or being affectionate since we typically don't spend time together in public.

we take the hint and i hand the bouquet over to doug, who quickly puts it in the vase and sets it on the table.

evie bounces on her toes excitedly and asks, "okay, so dougy, what are we doing?"

doug opens his mouth, but harry speaks up first, "actually, i planned this date."

evie seems skeptical, but i grin excitedly at this. somehow, harry always has an adventure planned or a new place found for us to go to.

today's adventure is at a place called heads up.

i vaguely recognize it as jack of heart's mini golf shop. the heart family had recently all agreed upon having a family business after being released from the isle, all aside from their parents, who still awaited their release. jack, as the oldest of the four, had been running independently while the others finished their schooling at auradon.

evie gasps at the hand-painted, whimsical sign hanging above the entrance, "i didn't even know that jack had opened this place up."

doug rolls his eyes dramatically and huffs, "that's because any time he sees you, he's basically releasing doves and writing poetry for you."

without missing a beat, harry mumbles, "maybe ye can learn a thing or two from vk's when it comes to romance."

i snort and elbow his side gently before pulling him forward by his arm.

"come on, captain, i'm in the mood to beat your ass in putt putt."

harry laughs and steps closer to throw his arm over my shoulder. pulling my head closer for him to kiss the top, he uses the leverage to ruffle my hair, "not possible, lass."

the whole course was painted in trippy patterns with red, white, and black paint. doug scowls the entire time we receive our golf clubs and balls while jack smoothly coos at evie and offers her a discount until she mentions that her and doug are paying together. the cheshire grin that had been on his elegantly handsome features dropped.

from there, harry and i stepped forward to receive ours. harry stared directly into jack's eyes and grinned with a darkness in his eyes that i only vaguely recognized from when i first knew him, "mate, if ye know what's best for ye, then ye wouldn't even dream of tryin' anything."

jack stares back with the confidence only a prince can have, "not with her."

harry's face darkens even more and his arm is removed from my shoulders as he clenches his jaw, but i put my hand on his chest reassuringly, "i used to babysit harley when the heart's first moved here. jack was working too much and trying to set this up and harley loves painting so i would watch her on the weekends and she'd paint my walls with me."

blue eyes glancing back and forth between jack and i, harry still seems uncertain until jack nods, "she's family."

i extend some cash out to him in an attempt to hurry along the tense interaction, but jack shakes his head sternly, "family doesn't pay."

smiling gratefully, i take harry's hand and pull him forward so we can join evie and doug at the first course.

doug spends the first two holes sulking miserably and harry keeps glancing towards where the front desk is, as if jack is waiting around the corner. their attention is returned to the mini golf when evie gasps.

they turn to her instantly out of worry, but she doesn’t notice as she whines, “guys, y/n is beating our asses at this.”

harry doesn’t believe until he takes a look at the score sheet as well. we had gone through four of the eighteen lanes so far and i had only scored 7 points, meanwhile harry was at 10. doug and evie were tied for last at 14.

for the second time that day, i watched harry’s blue eyes widen at me, but this time it was in complete disbelief as he jokingly huffed, “fuck me, i didn’t know we had brought tiger woods to play mini golf.”

snickering, i shrug a shoulder happily, “i told you i was gonna win.”

in that moment, it felt like we were back in the prank war as we playfully glared at each other and he nodded slowly, “alright, princess, get ready to lose.”

from that moment on, i felt like my lungs were going to give out from how much i laughed. evie and doug had devised a plan to ‘help’ each other win by kicking the other’s golf ball closer to the hole, but somehow even with the cheating, they were losing terribly. harry had formed his own tactic of trying to hug me or scare me anytime i hit my golf ball. in retaliation, i would whistle sharply every time he pulled back his club to swing.

the scores looked terrible until we just stopped keeping track, deciding that whoever could make it to the final lane first, wins.

i have a decent lead ahead of everyone else by reaching lane 15 whilst harry is stuck on 13 with doug and evie because they keep hitting his ball with theirs on accident.

smiling to myself, i decide to focus on this lane and to play by the typical rules of hitting it the least amount of times. i gently set my red ball down on the square of grass and line up my club with it, taking a breath to focus my energy.

“heads up!”

a white golf ball narrowly misses my head as i duck down quickly. i turn to see who hit it in my direction and my face falls into a scowl when i realize who it is.

uma jogs over to retrieve her golf ball, a smile on her face as she glances back to the lane she had been on, “sorry, it’s my first time golfing and-“

her words come to a stop when she realizes who she’s talking to. the smile drops from her face slightly and instead a twinge of annoyance crosses into her features. i force myself to smile politely at her the way my parents had trained me, despite the voice in my head encouraging me to ignore her.

my voice is strained as i grit my teeth and insist, “it’s fine, uma, no harm done.”

turning back to my golf ball, i assume that’s the end of that interaction until she speaks up, “is harry with you?”

she now has my attention fully as i glance over my shoulder to analyze her body language. there’s no aggression or clear intent to be seen and she knows i’m looking for a reason why she would want that information as she sighs, “i really need to talk to him.”

i don’t know what to say, but i don’t have to say anything.

“lass, did ye just see that? i got it in- uma?”

the excitement and pure joy drops from harry’s voice so quickly. despite my upbringing teaching me to always choose peace and facing a former captain of a pirate crew, it took all of my willpower to not start a fight.

but i know that harry is capable of making his own decisions so i simply mumble to him, “she wants to talk to you.”

harry looks down at me uncertainly, but i keep my eyes locked on her. she stares up at harry, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she waves. i feel a hand on my shoulder and another slowly clutch my chin to pull me to look at him.

his blue eyes are swimming in emotions and my heart swells in my chest as he mutters, "what do you want me to do?"

blinking in surprise, i tilt my head and answer immediately, "whatever you're comfortable with, harry. you know that."

the words mean something to him, but i can't focus enough to decipher it when he nods and kisses my forehead gently, "okay, lass, give me a minute and i'll come back over to beat your ass at mini golf."

typically, i would laugh and shove his shoulder as i go find evie and doug to hang out. instead, i glance over my shoulder at uma, who is still staring at harry, and turn back to him, "i'll be right over there, if you need me... just wave and i'll be here. you don't have to do this alone."

he smiles and nods, but says nothing more so i step away and walk over to evie so i can wait anxiously.

he watches as y/n joins evie and doug's conversation before turning back to someone he once trusted his life with. a grimace almost takes over his face before he forces his expression into something more neutral as he greets her simply, "uma."

she tips her head in acknowledgment before nodding in the direction of his friends, "you're with her again."

it's bait. he can see the questions brewing in her eyes like a storm in the distance and immediately drops any politeness that y/n had taught him. it's clear that uma is happy to play by the rules of the isle.

"is that what ye wanted to talk about?"

the grit in his voice catches her off-guard and she glances over her shoulder uncertainly. he doesn't need to follow her line of vision to know that mal is probably over there and giving her a nod of encouragement. uma sucks in a breath before turning back to him.

"mal thinks you're waiting for an apology... so, i'm sorry. i wish i could go back and fix everything, but i can't."

it's his turn to be caught off-guard in that moment. the words sound weird coming from her, but he can vaguely hear a familiar laugh coming from where evie and doug are standing and suddenly, he remembers what he's here for.

nodding his head at her, he shrugs a shoulder, "okay, cool."

with that, he turns and takes a few steps before he feels her grip on his arm to stop him from walking away.

"so, we're friends again right?"

the words pull a laugh from his chest before he can fully process what she's saying. he faces her once more and furrows his brows at her, "no."

he was thrown off by the question. she seems thrown off by the answer.

they lock eyes and stare at each other in silence for a few moments. in those moments, he feels like he can't remember the days he used to know what she's thinking just from a look. back in those days, he would've said that those shared looks was the closest he had ever been to feeling love. now, he reserves that word for whispering in the silence after midnight between the sounds of waves that had been recorded for him. that word dances on the tip of his tongue each time he's pulled into a spontaneous dancing party that ends with the sound of giggles as he dramatically pulls his princess in for a kiss.

now as he stares at uma, he feels like he doesn't recognize the person in front of him.

"i forgive ye, but that doesn't change what ye did."

uma's lips pull downward and her voice shakes bitterly as she sneers, "what happened to ride with the tide, harry?"

he blinks in surprise at the suddenness of her anger, but chuckles humorlessly, "i did ride with the tide, uma. you threw me overboard the second the trials started just for a chance to get away from the isle."

the conversation can end there.

but then, he wouldn't get the closure that y/n had once mentioned that he deserved to have. that thought is what gives him the courage to turn back to uma and huff, "everyone left, uma. everyone fucking left me and i had to act like that was okay just for a chance at ever leaving that isle. i wasn't okay, but i got to come here only to get left again. no one cared or even noticed my existence... except her."

he doesn't have to say her name. uma knows who he's referring to.

“you care about her.”

it wasn’t a question. there is disbelief in her voice, as if she couldn’t process the fact.

it’s been a long time since anything got under harry’s skin, but the tone in his former captain’s voice is enough to make his jaw ache from how tightly he’s clenching it. he runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but the action reminds him of how gentle y/n’s fingers felt when she tried to fix his hair earlier.

breathing in deeply, harry keeps his eyes closed as he hisses, “why is everyone so confused about my feelings for her?”

uma squints her eyes and tilts her head, “she’s changing you.”

his anger peaks once again and this time, he snaps.

“no, i changed for myself so i wouldn’t get shipped back to the isle. i was always go to do what it takes to never go back. that was the plan i had made for months while everyone else was here living better lives without me.”

he pauses, chest heaving and throat tight from emotions that he’s not sure he can process. glancing over his shoulder, he can see evie attempting to talk to y/n, but y/n’s focus is entirely on harry. her face is full of concern and once his gaze meets hers, she furrows her brows and mouths, “you okay?”

harry feels like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again. her wide eyes, braided hair, sparkly lips that he longs to kiss again, the daisy still tucked behind her ear.

exhaling slowly, he nods to her and his words to uma fall freely, “that was the plan until i met her.”

the interior decoration and oddly shaped golf club feels too whimsical for serious conversations suddenly, but harry persists and nods to himself, “and yeah, my plans have changed. i’m not focused on myself as much anymore and i’m not interested in being a pirate. but she did not change me in any capacity. i have made myself a better person since i’ve met her, but she accepted me when i was still a dick to be around.”

uma looks over in y/n’s direction and shakes her head, complete shock in her eyes, “so, that’s it, huh? you meet a girl and fifteen years of friendship down the drain?”

thoughts of what y/n would say if she had heard that crosses harry’s mind and he chuckles to himself before answering, “no, uma. you threw that friendship away when ye didn’t once stand up for me, reach out to me, or even talk to me when i got over here. you don't get to blame me for what you ruined.”

with that, harry walks away from uma and joins his friends once more. he can feel the cautious and concerned looks y/n is giving him, but all he can focus on is the lightness in his chest and how comfortable he is at her side.

as they all gather to watch evie attempt to line up her golf ball with the hole, harry stands behind y/n and wraps his arms around her torso. he pretends to watch evie as he rests his head on her shoulder.

doug is trying to help evie adjust her form as harry turns his head enough to whisper into y/n's ear, "i can't find the words to tell ye how much i appreciate ye for being there for me."

a smile takes over the princess's face and she shakes her head bashfully, "i'll always be there for you, harry."

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Thief - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot

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“where is it? I swear I hung it up right ‘ere?” Uma stepped down into Harry’s cabin, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed as she watched her first mate run about his room, looking very confused and muttering about something.

“lookin’ for something?” Uma asked, tilting her head and smirking as Harry jumped at her sudden voice, his cheeks flushing as she chuckled at his cat-like tendencies. Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his head; messing up his already messy hair. “Aye, me jacket. It’s been missin’ fer like two days. I can’t find It anywhere!”

Uma snorted, and shook her head. “Harry,” he turned to her, raising his brow as he glanced about the room-wondering where the hell his jacket went. “if it ain't where you left it, and you can't find it anywhere?” Harry sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “someone took it.” He grumbled, now wondering who had his jacket. “And there's only two people stupid enough to do tha’.”

Uma smirked, raising her brows again. “Ooooh be careful what you say dude, or your girl ain’t gonna be happy being called stupid.” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Aaand ye jus’ let me know who took it, though CJ couldn’t’ve taken it, she’s halfway ‘cross the world.” Harry mumbled, pushing past Uma and making his way off the ship, taking the short trip back to Auradon prep and speeding through the dorm building halls.

He smiled at the thought of you in his jacket, you loved the damn thing, you had told him if you could you would steal it and keep it forever. He just laughed, taking the red leather tailcoat off and draping it around your shoulders, smiling into his hand as you cuddled into the leather, messing about with the zipper on his sleeves.

Since then, whenever you could-you would just yoink his jacket. And he would find you just wandering about wearing his jacket, looking all too happy.

He hadn't told you he commissioned Evie to make a copy in your size(with some edits to the original design, such as a hood, and a detachable tail.) but it still filled him with all the warm feelings, knowing you loved something of his so much you would steal it.

He finally made it to your room, using the spare key you had given him to get inside, grinning as he spotted you on your bed-eyes locked onto your switch with his jacket on. It was fully zipped up, the tail flared out on the bed behind you as you curled into your lap, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you focused on your game.

“Darlin’,” Harry cooed, chuckling as you jumped and nearly tossed your switch across the room, holding your hand to your chest as you whipped around to look at him. “Harry!” you breathed, closing your eyes and smiling at your boyfriend. “You scared the hell outta me!”

He just laughed, closing the door behind him and joining you on the bed, kissing your cheek and smiling against your skin as you giggled at the feeling. He leaned into your ear, whispering as you shivered at the feeling of him being so close. “ye hav’ somethin’ of mine, my love~”

You just gave a cheeky grin, and in a split second, you were off the bed and running out of the room, cackling as Harry gave chase. “it’s mine now!”

“Not fer long!”

-end-

I dunno, but DAMN do I want his D2 jacket soooo damn badly, so here have an x reader where (y/n) steals it :p

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[creative-author]

Is Mals Bike still on the isle?

I mean, in D2 she puts magic on it so she can enter the isle but she leaves with the others.

Someone probably stole it already and doesn't know they were able to leave the hole time.

Same goes with the Bikes in D3. Harry tells Jay, the crashed them, not knowing they could leave with them. (In my story, not every bike crashes but they forget about the magic in a hurry)

So, this has potential for a fanfic too! Some poor VK finds Mals Bike (or maybe repairs their own with parts of the D3 bikes) and eventually finds out, they can leave the isle.

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idk if he had the car long enough to do this, but it'd be cute if Harry took Uma on a joyride in Cruella's car after he stole it.

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more murder is good actually

sometimes all my brain needs to write more of Uma’s crew actually murdering their hostage is different music apparently??

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"I c'n help," Ben slurs. His tongue is going all weird and large. It's like they pulled all the moisture in his mouth out with the gag, and now his tongue is trying to fill the void all on its lonesome. "I can get you off." 

Harry leers. "That's my job, princey. Hands off my captain." 

"Harry." 

He pulls back. "Aww, Uma--" 

"I told you to keep him alive." she says, low and dangerous and slightly blurry to Ben, who is very focused on breathing normally and trying to get spit back into his mouth. If he's going to talk his way out of this situation he needs to be able to actually talk, and not just mumble his words like he's a drunken pirate. 

Although, maybe she'd like that? 

"He's livin'! Breathin' and bleedin' n'all!" Harry cries, spreading his hands wide. 

He's got a hook clenched in one of them, Ben notices. It's sharp. Glistening. Not red and wet like his clothes, so probably not the one they stabbed him with. Do pirates keep a collection of hooks for stabbing, or is it just one per scallywag? He'll look that up later. If he makes it to later. He's gotta focus right now. Pirates. Bleeding. Cotton shoved in his mouth. 

Someone grabs the side of his face and shakes it. "LOOK AT HIM! He's droopier than a rotten potato! He wouldn't be bleeding at all if you hadn't stabbed him!" 

Diplomacy. Negotiations. He's got this. 

What comes out of his mouth instead is much less elegant. "Ow." 

Oops. 

Uma's grip on his cheek switches from shaking to cradling real quick. If Ben were in less pain right now, he might be interested in that. He's still very much gushing blood though, so the little rational part of his brain just files it away for later, when the much larger part that's focused on the ow fuck blood side of things is available again. 

Uma smiles down at him. Her teeth are very white and very, very sharp. She looks like Evie when she smiles, sharp and pretty and dangerous. "Little king! You're awake. How nice." 

"I can help," Ben repeats. His brain is not made of mushy oatmeal, he can do this. "I c'n-- can get you off. The barrier. I have a gate remote." 

Uma lifts a brow. "Do you? Harry?" 

Harry whips out the contents of Ben's pockets with a leering smile, and slaps a dark leather bundle into Uma's awaiting hand. "We didn'a take one off him. Took this though." 

She ruffles through his wallet with efficiency. It shouldn't be hot, but Ben's brain is maybe wired a little wrong, and also he's pretty lightheaded from the blood loss and easy to win over with the easy competence that so many of the kids on the Isle just ooze like water. 

Uma flicks her gaze down to him. "You brought three hundred dollars to the Isle of the Lost." 

"Do you need more?" 

"Do I need--" She laughs. "Do I need more? Money? Here. On the Isle of Leftovers. Do we need more money?" 

She spreads her arms wide, lets her shoulders shake with laughter. It makes the shiny pieces of her jacket dance and sparkle like the shiniest, shittiest disco ball Ben's ever seen. 

He sort of wants to kiss her, but that's probably the blood loss speaking. 

The crew joins her in laughing. There's more of them than Ben can see, but they're there, laughing right along with their captain, melting out of the shadows in a riot of purple and red and black clothes, scrappy and glistening to the teeth with swords and knives. And that's just the ones that Ben can see. 

He can hear one, two bodies moving in the rigging above his head. Laughing. 

It strikes him, belatedly, that he's probably going to die here. 

#I have a very loose plot in mind for this but also a busy weekend so we’ll see how much I manage #my fic #descendants #descendants fic #ben florian #uma triskelion #Harry hook

[silverpen-and-paper]

i bet somewhere out there is a fic where harry gets hanahaki disease over uma and now that the idea has invaded my brain i really want to find one

#not on ao3 tho unfortunately. i already checked #hopefully this fic that inevitably exists has a happy ending #harry hook #uma descendants #descendants #disney descendants #hanahaki #fanfic #shouts into the void if anyone knows about a fic like this please tell me

[meviesdust]

i was listening to seven by taylor swift and now i have this elaborate fic idea in my head of the sea three starting with them all being little kids

fresh after what happened with mal when they were kids, uma is more determined than ever to have the best crew and be the best leader and make her mother proud and also as a colossal fuck you to mal. harry is the very first member of that crew, he's her first mate.

enter gil. gil is the youngest of his family and constantly being compared to his brothers. he just can never be good enough. he's not strong enough, big enough, and far too clumsy. he's an embarrassment. which leads to yelling & neglect.

uma's young and innocent and she needs to find more people for her crew fast. and thats when they find gil, alone by the docks after a big fight with his dad. he's weak and he's vulnerable but what uma sees? a crewless boy whos twice her size and can definitely come in useful. and also, uma was never a monster she is more than capable of empathy and sure, she's been taught otherwise but she wants to help. it's a good test of her leadership skills anyway. and now her little crew is coming together.

i've been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why. i think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet.

#i wrote this down so fast sorry if its messy i hope it makes sense #god that song is so. fucking good #and they are children !!!! not monsters !!!!! #i'd like to believe this is how they came together #i <3 uma #deep down she just wants the best for everyone #uma descendants #harry hook #gil descendants #sea three #fic idea #descendants

[softsmolbirb]

Dancing Queen (Harry Hook x Reader x Uma)

(Y/N) finds themselves pulled into a Dress Code protest and ends up dancing on a table with Harry Hook.

FULL FIC on Ao3: 5175 words, CH 1/2

"Here we go," Audrey muttered. You glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, perplexed, but she didn't see you. She was turned to watch the king's table, looking torn between exasperation and fondness.

You followed her gaze just in time to catch the movement from the table as several VKs - and the King himself - stood up. They'd been hidden by the table before, but everyone could now clearly see that the boys were wearing skirts. Totally acceptable, up to dress-code skirts... but Auradon Prep was notoriously gendered about the dress-code and these were skirts that would be acceptable under the women's guidelines. They weren't permitted at all under the men's.

As gasps and conversation echoed around you, you leaned toward Audrey.

"Do you know what they're doing?" you asked, keeping your eyes fixed to the table of the hour. Even so, you could easily make out Audrey's sharklike grin.

"Dress Code protest," she preened. "I helped Ben and Harry pick out their skirts, and Jane consulted me on the music choice too."

You realized what the music was just as the lyrics began and the boys began climbing onto tables.

Friday night and the lights are low~

Looking out for a place to go~

Whoops and cheers of delight start up and you joined in happily, cheering louder as the boys begin to dance on top of the tables. Queen Mal, Princess Ruby of Corona, and half a dozen other notable figures start climbing onto tables as well, the group quickly spreading out throughout the room as they jumped from table to table.

Where they play the right music~

Getting in the swing~

You couldn't stop laughing. This was too good. Audrey was right there with you, laughing so hard you were pretty sure you saw her eyes watering, which only got worse as Harry Hook danced his way over to your table just in time to croon the next line along with Abba.

You come to look for a king~

He did something incredible with his hips in tandem with the line, drawing everyone's appreciative stares, before finishing a strut down the length of your table and turning to strut back.

Anybody could be that guy~

Night is young and the music's high~

You tore your eyes from the very attractive VK dancing above you to watch the others for a moment. King Ben and Queen Mal had ended up on tables next to each other and seemed to be having a bit of a dance off, to the delight of everyone. Across the hall you could just make out someone else - Jay, maybe? - pulling someone onto the table to dance with him when your attention was suddenly pulled back to your own table.

With a bit of rock music~

Everything is fine~

You're in the mood for a dance~

Harry pulled off several tight spins and struck a pose, throwing his head back and exposing the full length of his throat as his skirt flared. Then, he was looking down toward where Audrey had been a moment ago. You looked around too, surprised that you hadn't seen your friend move.

Everything that happened next happened very, very quickly.

And when you get the chance~

Harry reached down toward you. You blinked up in genuine bafflement, not understanding why the fuck he'd do that. You heard Audrey go "eep" and peripherally saw a blur of pink dash behind you. And then, suddenly, you had a famously recognizable hook tangled in the fabric of your collar and were being yanked up onto the table.

To say Harry looked more surprised than you were may be an understatement.

It didn't matter what just happened, though, you realized a heartbeat later. You were now a part of a gender movement and like hell were you gonna let the people down.

Harry took a slight step back, opening his mouth to say something, but you knew this song well enough to know you had less than a measure left before the most dramatic line and there was not a moment to spare.

You couldn't believe you were doing this.

You are the dancing queen~

Young and sweet~

Only seventeen~

Just in time, you grabbed Harry's hook, lifted it from your collar, and spun him like both your lives depended on it.

Dancing queen~

Feel the beat from the tambourine~

Oh yeah~

Audrey cheered so enthusiastically you'd be embarrassed if you had the focus to waste on such things. As is, Harry came out of the spin with his face flushed and eyes alive with an electricity as alarming as it was attractive.

You can dance~

You can jive~

Having the time of your life~

From there, instinct kicked in and you let it. Ballroom dancing has two very distinctive roles: Leading and following. The goal of the leader is to show off their follower. The goal of the follower is to be shown off and look fantastic.

Ooh, see that girl~

Watch that scene~

Digging the dancing queen~

You allowed yourself to lock in on Harry, and your world narrowed to nothing but Harry and the path of tables available to navigate. He synced up with you and allowed himself to be flaunted with an ease you'd never experienced before.

It was as natural as breathing. You'd always enjoyed leading just because you weren't a huge fan of trusting your peers to guide you as you go through the steps backwards - but this felt totally different.

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on~

Leave 'em burning and then you're gone~

Right now you had a fucking gorgeous specimen of humanity on your arm and nothing had ever seemed so important as making sure everyone saw how wonderfully his spinning skirt showed off his grace. That their attention was drawn to his hips; his waist; his chest. You wanted everyone to see the delight on his features and feel like they could never look away.

Looking out for another~

Anyone will do~

You're in the mood for a dance~

You guided him across several tables, enjoying the feel of everyone's eyes following Harry. Spinning, flourishing, sidestepping - he was brilliant.

And when you get the chance~

With a deep breath, you did something you never would have done if you'd thought it through ahead of time.

Harry was 6' of solid muscle and a complete stranger to boot... but your head was in the game and you could think of no more dramatic way to take Harry across tables than to do a lift. You just had to position him over there... and get yourself onto the other table with solid footing... hands firmly on his waist...

You are the dancing queen~

Young and sweet~

Only seventeen~

It wouldn't be until much later, in the privacy of your bed, that you allowed yourself to fully appreciate the look on Harry's face as you cleanly pulled off the lift.

He gripped your shoulders as soon as he felt you pulling him off his feet. Harry gasped into the lift, eyes fixated on your face, not glancing away once while he was in the air. By the time, only a moment later, that you had his feet securely placed on the new table, his eyes were half-lidded, ears red, and Harry was biting his lip delectably. Gods; he looked like you two had just done a lot more than dance.

Dancing queen~

Feel the beat from the tambourine~

Oh yeah~

In that moment, though, you just smiled back at him, pleased. Your instinct was 110% on the "show him off" setting and you only had one chorus left.

You can dance~

You can jive~

Having the time of your life~

Spin. Twist. Whirl.

Harry kept his hands on your shoulders, so you adjusted to a different dance step that would let him stay closer to you. It was more of an intimate step; more swaying of the hips.

You realized really quickly, though, that Harry might not be familiar with that dance step.

Instead of following you to it, he swooned in closer, wrapping his arms around your neck. You shifted your hands from his waist to his hips reflexively, but you missed your next step out of surprise as Harry started grinding on you.

That... was a bit more swaying of the hips than usually intended.

Ooh, see that girl~

Watch that scene~

Digging the dancing queen~

He kept up enough of a dance step to keep his skirt sashaying, leaving you to just keep the two of you traveling in small circles along the table and hold on for the ride as Harry clung to your neck and did lovely, wonderful, completely inappropriate things with his hips.

Digging the dancing queen~

The song came to a close and the cafeteria erupted in cheers.

You broke out of whatever trance you'd settled into with just enough time to lift Harry's hands off your shoulders, forcefully spin him away a step, and trip one of his feet so you could drop him into a low dip. The surprise in his expression quickly shifted to delight, and he was laughing wildly as you helped him right himself a moment later.

The world around you continued to filter in as he lifted your hand to his lips and left a parting kiss - turning and strutting off once he'd let your hand drop. You watched him flourish his arms as he jumped down from the tables and wove his way back toward his friends, the cheering intensifying around him.

#harry hook #disney descendants #harry hook x reader #uma descendants #full fic posted to Ao3

[kingchad]

well it’s been almost two months since I posted it and I still haven’t made progress on chapter 2 but I would like to once again promote my most recent fic.

Have you ever thought to yourself: “man, Harry and Chad have never been in a room with each other for more than 4 seconds” and then thought “I wonder if anyone’s written modern au fic about them living in an apartment complex together?” Wonder no longer. It’s here.

#this fic is flopping so bad I should’ve posted all my WIPs back in 2019 when people cared #Harry hook #descendants #Disney descendants #I feel like a wartime veteran like ‘you kids don’t know. I used to have it all’ #*mine #*fic #chadharry #harry #chad #chad charming

[findmeontheisle]

chasing the ocean: part 16

author's note: oh shit, i’m still writing this thing? the answer is yes, i am. just very slowly, but the past couple days during finals week, i’ve had tumblr open in one tab and whenever my brain feels extra fried, i come back and write a couple more sentences. i’m not promising that any of this is good, but it’s written and we’re getting closer to the end. (that’s a lie, we still got a little bit bc i meant it when i said slow burn and this is just a filler bc i wanted to bring back umas correlation to the story)

warnings: bad writing, cursing?? (idk i’m assuming i had some curses somewhere in here), mostly just fluff

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the days after my incident with chad were fairly peaceful. fairy godmother had called harry and me into her office the next day where she attempted to issue an apology to me for not adequately punishing chad's behavior. i quickly corrected her and reminded her that she should have immediately apologized to harry since he's the one who was impacted by it. and through gritted teeth, she forced out an apology that only sounded partially feigned.

from then on, harry and i carried on with the routine that we had set for ourselves. we walked to classes together, ate lunch separately, met up in the attic for dinner and study sessions or naps, depending on how we felt that day.

all was going well and it had been weeks since harry and i had an actual argument that extended beyond debating on who would pick what we would eat.

until the day of the vk adjustment meetings.

due to my classes assigning an excessive amount of homework and constantly having to consult with my parents over phone calls about details for my upcoming coronation that loomed in the back of my brain, i had been unable to attend any meetings since the one that i had brought harry to when he first arrived.

now that i had found a way to properly schedule all of my study sessions and meetings with my parents, i could finally return to my duties to the group. which means that today, i am leading the meeting to give evie and carlos a reprieve from the stress.

harry huffs as he helps me rearrange the chairs in the empty classroom that was designated for clubs and meetings. he had spent twenty minutes this morning before we left the attic trying to convince me to bail on the meeting so that we could have our weekly movie marathon. each time we would find each other in the halls between classes, he would flash his blue eyes at me and pout his lip as he sighed dramatically about how excited he had been for tonight.

and each time, i would level him with an easy smile and a quick kiss to the cheek as i promised that we would watch the movies after the meeting. the promise had been tiding him over and keeping him content, but now i can see him shifting nervously and his eyes are darting around the empty room as if he's checking exits.

the action makes me pause and lower the notebook i had made notes on. i haven't seen him resort to that behavior since right after we came back from eroda.

setting the notebook down in my chair, i cross the room to stand in front of him. he notices me and gives me a playful pout, but his eyes are still frantic as he looks around, "lass, are you sure we can't skip this meeting?"

i take the chair from his grasp and gesture for him to take a seat in it. he sighs, but sits regardless. crouching in front of him, i take his hand in mine as i stare into his eyes, "okay, love, what's really going on?"

he attempts to feign confusion, but i continue to stare up at him before he finally cracks, "i don't know, i just-"

"hey, y/n, me and evie decided to come early to see if you needed any help."

carlos's voice can be heard before he's seen and by the time he's entered the room, harry is standing again and offering his hand out to help me up as well. i shoot harry a concerned look, but he doesn't glance my way.

carlos and evie pay no attention to us as they help move the last few chairs into the semi-circle harry had made. before i can excuse us so that i can talk to harry, evie is updating me on the members who have been attending frequently and issues that have been discussed lately.

from the corner of my eye, i can see harry sit down in the chair that's to the right of mine as he begins to mindlessly spin his hook in his hand.

all too soon, the room begins to fill with people and i'm forced to greet them and make small talk. i barely manage to take my seat next to harry as dizzy passionately tells me about her classes and who her most recent clients have been at her hair salon that she's running in the back of evie's shop.

nodding along with the biggest smile that i can manage, i pray that i look interested enough to keep from hurting her feelings as my eyes cut over to harry. the hand that isn't holding his hook is shaking and the sight breaks my heart. with no hesitation, i reach my hand over and take his in mine. interlocking our fingers, i gently squeeze to give him some comfort.

the action seems to suffice for him as he squeezes back without looking up, but my brow is still creased with worry.

the room continues to fill up and there are less empty seats now, but the only thing i can focus on is the emptiness in harry's eyes as he rubs circles on the back of my hand. the action is soothing, but it feels like he's just reminding himself that i'm still there.

carlos claps suddenly and gathers everyone's attention. the low buzz of conversation comes to a stop and celia takes the hint to take her seat, but she promises to finish explaining how her tarot reading business is going.

i force a smile and nod as a response, but as carlos begins welcoming everyone, i glance at harry.

when he first showed hesitance at coming to the meeting, i had assumed it was a distaste for meetings in general or the cheesiness. at one point, i even assumed that he just didn't feel like sitting and pretending to be interested, but now i can see that this was genuinely affecting him.

i'm seconds from leaning in close to his ear to whisper that he could leave early if he wants to when carlos turns and gestures for me to stand.

"and for tonight's meeting, our discussions will be led by y/n!"

all attention is shifted to me and i feel harry slowly release my hand as i stand up. pulling my notebook up to my chest, i smile to greet everyone and clear my throat nervously.

"well, it's been a little while, but i'm happy to see everyone again. evie and carlos have been keeping me up to date on everything that's happened the past couple meetings and i think we're all overdue for a check-in session."

murmurs of agreement are passed around the circle and i take that as my sign to continue speaking, "to start, how about we all go in a circle and share something good that happened this week? it can be anything, big or small. just something that made you happy."

i nod at carlos, who sits to my left, and he takes the hint as he turns to the group and shares, "i went on a date with this girl that i've had a crush on for a while."

the group gasps and evie blurts, "how'd it go?"

carlos chuckles at the enthusiasm and shrugs with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "honestly, really good. she wants to go skip rocks together at the enchanted lake tomorrow because i told her that i never learned how."

evie awes and she's clearly about to continue questioning him when i speak, "that's great, carlos! evie, what's something good that happened to you this week?"

straightening up in her seat, she smiles brightly and announces, "i had a magazine reach out to me asking to do an article about what it's like to be a successful vk and any tips i have for others."

the group begins mumbling excitedly amongst themselves and i jot down a quick note in my journal to remember to ask which magazine and when it's coming out after the meeting.

we continue in the circle as everyone shares something. dizzy got a new pair of scissors, celia learned how to make beignets from nadia. even harry participated as he mumbled about passing his geography test yesterday, which is something that i had expected considering his insane amount of knowledge of maps from his father.

standing up, i nod and do my best to refrain from bouncing on my toes at all of the good news, "thank you to everyone for sharing. i can see a massive improvement from the last check-in session as you're all getting better at finding positives around you."

i glance down to my notebook and open my mouth to speak again when i'm cut off by the door bursting open.

everyone jumps in their seats, some scouring or patting their bodies for weapons that once were always strapped on them. harry's arm is pulling me back behind him before i can even register that he's standing.

uma is at the door, panting heavily as she huffs out, "sorry for... running late... debate team..."

no one is paying any attention to her words though.

one quick glance around the room tells me that the peaceful environment that carlos, evie, and i had worked so hard to create for the group is tainted. everyone is visibly shaken from the disturbance and my heart sinks to the floor at the sight of dizzy nervously braiding her hair or celia twisting her rings.

no one felt comfortable enough to share their vulnerabilities now that they had been thoroughly spooked.

frowning, i silence uma's apology with a quick glare and i nod at evie to pull her outside for a reminder on the policies of the group.

as they shuffle out the door quietly, i step from behind harry and place a reassuring hand on his arm as i speak up, "okay, i think for the next part we should break off into peace partners."

i watch as everyone glances around uncertainly and want to cry from how much progress was loss with the one breach of trust.

forcing a gentle smile, i continue, "it's been a while since we've done it so i'll re-explain how peace partners work. i want everyone to find at least one person to partner with. the groups should be no bigger than three."

i pause to give everyone a moment to glance around for potential partners before i continue speaking, "once you find a person, you go to a corner or find a spot to sit with them and i want you both to talk about things that you find most peaceful. it's no judgement, but if you don't feel comfortable doing that then it's okay to do breathing exercises with them or just sit in silence with them. okay? any questions?"

no one answers so i nod and announce for them to find their partners.

the room is a quiet buzz as everyone breaks into separate groups. i turn to partner with harry, but a hand on my shoulder stops me in my actions.

glancing back, i find uma waiting behind me and i barely contain my grimace of annoyance as i wait for her to speak first.

"hey, y/n, i'm sorry. i really wasn't thinking when i came running in here like that. i just didn't want to miss anything important in the meeting."

i look over her shoulder at evie, who is frowning and waiting to speak to me as well. with a quick nod, i gesture to carlos, "we're doing peace partners right now to calm everyone back down. you can partner up with carlos-"

"actually, i wanna partner with harry."

her words cause me to freeze in my place and a pit to form in my stomach. a subtle look back at harry shows that he isn't paying attention to the conversation as his blue eyes dart around the room. his face is locked into an unbothered expression, but i see through his façade.

"sorry, uma, but harry's my partner."

she frowns and argues, "he's your roommate. why can't he partner with someone else?"

the logic is sound, but i don't like the way she keeps looking back over at harry so i force myself to sound as detached as possible as i ask, "why can't you partner with carlos?"

shrugging a shoulder, uma reasons, "i want to hear about how harry's doing since he left the isle."

typically, i would agree that it's a good idea. i would smile and encourage for them to support each other and reminisce over their shared childhoods. i would let them huddle together in a corner of the room and whisper about their experiences.

but i remember how uma's rejection had hurt harry despite him never confessing that. i remember how she left him completely alone to adjust to his new surroundings. he was counting on her being there for him and she left him. deep down, i know it was for the better so she wouldn't be tempted to fall back into old habits, but part of me knows that she was strong enough to fight those temptations.

part of me knows that she chose to leave him and now that she can see improvements in his behavior, she wants to come back.

gritting my teeth, i step closer so harry can't hear me as i whisper, "uma, stop it. you're not being fair to him."

she arches a brow and shifts her feet as she asserts, "you're the one who's hiding him from everyone else. i was there for him on the isle while you were eating off a silver spoon. you don't know what fair is, y/n."

part of me is shocked that she's arguing over this, but i also knew deep down that she had a purpose behind trying to partner with harry and i refuse to let it happen.

staring into her brown eyes, i tilt my head up at her and hissed, "yeah, but i'm the one who was here for him when he came from the isle. you're the one who blew him off and acted like you were above associating with him. so i'm sorry, but i think i have a pretty good idea of what fair is."

uma blinks in surprise at the anger in my tone and the defensive stance i hold. she opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds, but i don't let her respond as i nod at carlos once more.

"carlos is your peace partner. go take a seat, uma."

with that, i turn on my heel and call harry's name. when his eyes stop darting around and land on me, i let myself smile at him and gesture towards the door, "let's go outside. there will be more space and it'll be quieter, captain."

admittedly, it was a little petty of me to emphasize his nickname, but seeing uma roll her eyes as she listens to carlos talk about his week was worth it.

harry's footsteps trail behind me and i shut the door behind us quietly once we've both entered the hallway. letting out a small sigh, my shoulders relax slowly and i rest my head against the door temporarily.

when i turn around to face harry, i can see the barely contained grin on his face as he stares at his boots. i breathe a small laugh and shake my head, "what are you smiling about over there?"

he lifts his head and his blue eyes are swimming with so many emotions that i can't decipher any of it as he shrugs, "i think it's cute that ye got possessive in there."

scoffing, i glance over my shoulder to check on the group and to hopefully distract harry from the warmth in my cheeks at his words.

“i wasn’t possessive. i just called dibs on being your partner and didn’t feel like sharing with someone who doesn’t deserve to be a part of your peace.”

harry hums and nods along with a teasing smile etched on his features. he steps closer to me and if i wasn’t already leaning against a doorframe, i would’ve been tempted to take a step back. i stare up at him and hold eye contact in an attempt to feign normalcy, despite the way it feels like my heart is trying to break free from my chest.

when harry lets his hook fall to the ground to gently cup my cheeks in his hands, i know that if my heart were to leave my body, i would give it to him.

i would place it in his hands and i know that it would be safe with him.

when harry places a small kiss to the top of my head, i realize that in some ways, i’ve already given it to him.

“i’m glad ye know how i feel.”

furrowing my brows, i tilt my head and wait for his explanation.

harry seems to hesitate, but he sighs and confesses, “between yer classes and kingdom and clubs, it just feels like sometimes i’m sharing ye with half the world.”

his words hit me in the chest and i frown, but he hurriedly continues to speak, “and that’s fine usually. i love seeing how happy ye get when ye accomplish something or watching ye be naturally good at leading yer kingdom.”

harry pauses and his thumb rubs small circles over my cheeks as his jaw clenches, “it’s just… sometimes i can see how stressed ye get and ye never do anything for yerself. that’s why i enjoy our movie nights because it’s one of the few times ye look calm.”

the quiet buzz of the meeting is gone and i feel waves of guilt wash across me as i stare into his blue eyes, thinking about how he had been acting all day.

“that’s why you didn’t want to come to the meeting?”

he gives me a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he jokes, “well, i mean, i mostly didn’t wanna come because ye said there wasn’t going to be snacks.”

when i don’t laugh at his attempt to distract me, he sighs before pressing our foreheads together. his hands fall from my cheeks and move to pull me closer by my waist. once he was satisfied with how close we were, he pulled back enough to make eye contact.

“lass, stop doing that.”

lips twitching down into a frown, i desperately wish that we weren’t making eye contact as it feels like his eyes are staring into my soul.

it’s a look i had grown used to while growing up in a royal position. to have my morals and thoughts pulled from my chest and laid out for strangers to pick apart mercilessly. before i met harry, my skin had thickened and my tongue was raw from how often i bit it to control the words i wished to say.

now that i’ve spent so long with him, everything’s shifted.

harry has let me move at my own pace. i have reached within and shown him the parts of me that i had managed to hide from everyone. the magnifying glass that once was terrified me as others held it up to my imperfections now felt like a telescope. harry looks at me in a similar fashion to how he looked at the stars when we were on the dock in eroda.

his blue eyes stare upon me as though he admired me. as though i was out of his reach.

“y/n, ever since the day i met ye, i’ve watched ye bend over backwards and run yerself to yer breaking point to take care of everyone around ye.”

my cheeks are warm at his words and i open my mouth to dismiss the notion, but he speaks before i can.

“how long has it been since ye let someone care for ya?”

the question has my breath catching in my throat. i blink and i’m trying to find an answer as quickly as possible, but the harder i try, the less answers i find.

harry’s smile is bittersweet as he gently squeezes my hips and kisses the tip of my nose. i close my eyes and let out a shaky breath, resting my head against his chest and letting the smell of his cologne soothe me.

“let me.”

he doesn’t need to say more for me to understand, but he begs regardless.

“lass, you’ve done so much for me and, despite how much of a bully ye were at first,” he’s momentarily cut off as i push his shoulder jokingly, “i’ve never felt like someone was there for me until i met ye. i’m not perfect and i’m not as good at this as ye are, but i promise i’ll do my best for ye if you just let me.”

my mouth feels dry and my hands shake at the sincerity in his eyes. as my heart hammers against my chest, i process the reality of his words.

i have spent my whole life focused on finding a purpose and unconsciously shutting out anyone’s attempt at getting closer to me. i’ve spent my life working to earn the love and to know that it’s something that i’ve come to deserve. and now that harry’s seen that and chosen to still offer me it without needing the confirmation that i believed to be essential, i still can’t find it within myself to accept it.

forcing a smile to my face, i joke, “if i didn’t know any better, i would think you were asking to be my boyfriend.”

“oh lass, i plan on doing that somewhere much better than this hallway.”

the squeak that escapes me makes my face heat up and my eyes widen in embarrassment from the noise. my hand covers my mouth as fast as possible and i half-expect harry to laugh, but his face remains serious aside from the corner of his lip tilted up in amusement.

shoving his shoulder, i roll my eyes and turn back to look through the door once more, “not funny, harry.”

he shrugs and steps back whilst crossing his arms over his chest, “not a joke, y/n.”

i freeze and close my eyes to enjoy the feeling that flutters through my chest. it’s rare for me to be able to just enjoy simple moments, but it’s been happening more and more often ever since harry had strolled into my life with his mischievous grin and twinkling blue eyes.

a smile pulls my lips up before i can stop it as i face him and poke his chest teasingly, “keep that energy when i’m in the middle of coronation preparations in a couple months and am a menace to be around.”

harry chuckles and shakes his head, “if its anything like ye studying for yer midterms, i’ll just wear a helmet for when i piss ye off and ye throw a book at me to shut me up.”

throwing my head back to laugh at the memory, i remind him, “to be fair, you decided to sing sea shanties for an hour straight while i studied.”

squinting his eyes at me, he leans in, “ye know ye loved it, lass.”

sticking my tongue out at him, i’m struggling to answer him when suddenly the door opens and carlos is poking his head out.

“y/n, you’re my best friend and i would die for you, but i refuse to sit in here and listen to uma rant about the weather.”

harry snorts beside me and i instantly whack the side of his arm to quiet him as i smile apologetically at carlos.

“sorry, i lost track of time, carlos. we’ll be right in there.”

at my words, i can see harry sigh to himself and the conversation that we had when we first left the room comes rushing back to me. guilt curls in my veins and i’m speaking before i’ve fully processed my words.

“actually, carlos, i feel a little overwhelmed with everything that’s been going on and i know i volunteered to lead the meeting, but would it be okay if you closed it out for me? i would feel a lot better if me and harry just went back to our room and had some more peace time.”

at this, carlos looks slightly shocked, but he conceals it quickly. i can see the concern in his eyes because i’ve never backed down from a task that i’ve signed up for before, no matter the circumstances.

carlos glances over my shoulder at harry and they share a look that i don’t understand before carlos nods to me. he gives me a reassuring smile and pats my back, “yeah, don’t even worry ‘bout it. i told you i’d do anything for you, especially if it means getting away from uma sooner.”

he gives me another nod before leaving me and harry standing alone in the hallway.

i turn to face harry and find him staring down at me with a giant grin. his excitement is contagious and my face hurts from the smile that covers my face.

rocking back and forth on my heels, i bite my bottom lip and wiggle my eyebrows, “well, captain, i do believe you owe me a movie marathon?”

nodding his head with a serious expression, he heaves a loud sigh, “aye, i believe i do.”

we sit in silence for a moment before i shove him backwards and call over my shoulder as i sprint down the hallway, “RACE YOU THERE.”

his laughter echoes down the hall, forming a harmony with my own giggles and our footsteps as we run through the halls and up the stairs. at certain points, i was sure that harry’s athleticism or long limbs would allow him to pass me, but by some miracle, i stayed in the lead.

when we finally burst through the door to the attic and collapsed on the nearest bed in a wheezing mess, i gather my breath and huff out, “i… win.”

harry doesn’t even lift his head to look at me as he airily laughs and waves me off, “this time.”

movie marathon night progresses as normal. i find himself in one of harry’s shirts that isn’t ripped and laying in his bed as we watch some action movie that he picked. the small television at the end of the bed provides the only light in the room. my head is resting on harry’s chest as his hand combs through my hair gently.

my body feels more relaxed in this moment than it has in years. the quiet thudding of harry’s heart is like a lullaby for me and my eyes keep slipping closed temporarily before i jerk myself awake to further enjoy the moment with him.

the movie is close to ending now. a quick glance up to harry tells me that he hasn’t been paying attention for a majority of it. his eyes are locked on me and he smiles when i make eye contact with him.

rolling my eyes, i shift upwards on the bed to lay my head on the pillow so we’re laying directly next to each other. the subtle glow of the tv illuminates his face enough that i can barely make out his features.

in this quiet, relaxed environment, i feel safe to ask the questions that have plagued my thoughts.

“harry, where are you gonna go when summer starts?”

he blinks in surprise at the question, but doesn’t hesitate to answer, “wherever ye go probably.”

shifting my eyes back to the tv, i hope it’s too dark for him to see the grin that’s overtaken my face.

“no, i’m being serious. like, where would you want to go?”

this time, he takes a moment to think over his answer before he finally confesses, “i really liked the pub back in yer kingdom. if ye didn’t let me follow ye around, i’d probably go there for a while. why, lass? already trying to get rid of me?”

his voice is teasing, but i can hear some underlying worry so i firmly shake my head, “no, you’re not lucky enough to be free of me yet.”

i don’t need to look at him to know that he’s smiling at that moment.

“but to answer your question, i don’t know. i was just thinking about how i still haven’t found my story and was trying to see if you’ve found yours.”

harry doesn’t answer me and when i glance over at him, i find him already looking at me.

from there, we carry on different conversations as the credits roll on the screen until we’re both lulled into sleep by the quiet static coming from the tv speakers at the end of the movie.

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Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P7

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

warning; not a smutty part really, its more of a neverland chapter but (y/n) and Harry get each other off with their hands but that's bout it XD

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April had arrived, and Harry’s birthday had come with it, meaning something very special for the both of you.

Harry’s eyes were practically squeezed shut as he stepped through the portal that led directly into the heart of Neverland, his hand clutching onto yours as the sound of twinkling bells, an ocean breeze, and lost boys enveloped his senses. “Harry,” you called his name softly, stepping in front of him and squeezing his hand, smiling at him as he fluttered his eyes open, keeping his gaze on you. “look around,” he did, his eyes widening as he took in the sight around him.

“Holy shit,” Harry breathed, stepping away from the portal and spinning around to see everything, he never thought he would ever see Neverland, maybe in pictures but-to see it with his own eyes, to step foot on its magical soil. “i-holy shit,”

You laughed slightly, stepping back to let Harry experience this all on his own, bringing your hands up to smile behind them, biting your lip as Harry shook his head, running his hand through his hair. “I cannot believe I’m ‘ere,” Harry muttered, his face set into a heartbreaking softness with tears in his eyes. “holy shit,”

You let him have a few more moments and then offered your hand, nodding towards the path that led to Mermaid Lagoon. “You ready?” Harry stared, biting his lip. The two of you had talked about going to Mermaid Lagoon, to visit your mother(his mother’s best friend from years ago) and to unlock the rest of Harry’s Mer-biology. Right now he had opal-like scales and gills, but no tail or color, but once he submerged into the neverland waters-he would finally gain his color and tail.

Harry took a deep breath, and took your hand, nerves consuming him as you walked towards the beach-the sound of waves soon overtaking the sound of the forest. He froze at the sight of the water that in itself, seemed magical-separate from the rest of the land. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Harry said, not sure this was a good idea anymore. “what if they hate me?” his voice cracked and you turned, taking his face and kissing him gently, easing his nerves slightly.

“They won't,” you whispered softly, you had sent a message months ago, right after the cruise had ended-and your mother had been very very eager to meet Harry-her best friend's son. It didn’t matter his origin or who his father was-Harry was a piece of Iris, and the pod would accept him with open arms. “I promise,”

Harry bit his inner lip and let you take his hand again, pulling him towards the small shore/cliff that led into the lagoon, grinning as you saw your family, most of them hanging out on the pink-toned rocks and the others swimming or hunting.

“Oh-Arella, it’s (y/n)! darling come here my beautiful, let me look at you~” your aunt Coral cooed, holding out her hands to you as she swam close to the shore, pushing herself up on the rock as you let Harry hang back and set your bag down-meeting your aunt halfway and letting her hold your face, laughing as she turned your face this way and that-humming in approval. “Still so darling-oh my-is this-“

She squealed, admiring your opal jewelry and mate mark on your neck, a grin blooming on your face. “Oh darling! you’ve bonded!” all the present members of your pod cooed and screeched, chattering and clicking in mermish as they rushed up to you, admiring your gifts from Harry and looking closer at the bite mark he left.

You lifted your head in pride, smiling down at your family, your mother’s eyes on Harry, who hung back in the shadow’s, still very unsure of all of this. Neverland? Cool, cool, mermaid lagoon where his mother had been born, raised, and stolen from? Not as cool, he was nervous and terrified as all hell, scared someone would hate him for his father’s actions against his mother.

Your mother called your name gently, keeping her eyes on Harry. You hummed, pulling away from your aunts and walking over to her, taking off your shoes as you did. “Yes mama?” you asked, crouching next to her as she came up to the shore and looking where she was, grinning when you saw Harry.

“Is that him?” she asked, trying to get a better look at the son of her late best friend. You nodded, standing and holding out your hand to him. “C’mon,” you said gently, grinning as he stepped out of the shadows and walked over to you, his cheeks blazing and his shoulders tense, terrified. “mama, this is Harry, Iris’ son, and my bonded mate.”

It was quiet for a moment, Harry’s eyes stayed on you, too scared to look anywhere else. They hated him, he knew it, he should just leave-he really should. But then he felt a hand in his and he turned-locking eyes with your mother. She was smiling, tears in her eyes. “You look just like her,” she whispered, shaking her head and laughing in disbelief, Harry just stared, squeezing your hand. “oh young one, welcome home.” In one motion, she pulled Harry down for a hug and everyone else swam over to greet him-all commenting on his resemblance to Iris, not once mentioning Harry’s father. He could only understand half of them-the others speaking mermish, but he smiled at you, his fears disappearing in an instant.

You grinned down at him, mouthing ‘I told you so’. He just laughed, turning back to your mother as she chatted away, telling him all about his mother-how she had always wanted children, especially a son. Harry eventually sat down, his feet dangling in the water, his opal scales being poked and prodded by the younger mers swimming around-asking why he had such scales.

“He needs to go into the waters deary, then his colors will be revealed,” one of the mothers said, pulling her child away from Harry-who was chuckling at the feeling of his foot being grabbed and moved around. You had gone into the water at this point, swimming around with your mother and talking, telling her how you got together and how you discovered you were soulmates(leaving out all the nsfw details), she very much approved, and the two of you went back to Harry-who was given your mothers blessing.

He might’ve cried a little, you wouldn’t tell anyone though.

Soon enough, Harry was in his swim trunks, standing a few feet away from the water’s edge, fiddling with his hands nervously. “What if it doesn’t work?” he asked, truly wanting to take your hands and take that risk, but the fear he wouldn’t turn kept him rooted on the shore.

You just smiled, tilting your head. “Then it doesn’t, it won’t change a thing.” Harry sighed, wading into the water, taking your hand when he got close enough, feeling everyone’s eyes on him as he got deeper into the lagoon. “Ready?” you asked, holding your mate tightly as his feet left the rocks that connected to the shore-now suspended in the water.

Harry nodded, unable to speak, and closed his eyes, the two of you sinking under the surface. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face nor could you stop the squeal that left you as Harry’s scales bloomed with color, a brilliant blue that matched his eyes and shimmered under the sunlight that beamed through the surface of the water.

You held his hands as his legs turned to a tail, his fin sharp and long-the trait of an attack Mer; the same as his mother. His nails grew sharp, and his knuckles were armored along with his shoulders, elbows, and forearms-allowing him more power behind his attacks. His eyes snapped open-his pupil now angled and shimmering with new magic; he gasped; his fangs now fully shown off. “There you go,” you cooed, kissing the corner of his mouth as Harry looked down at himself, a laugh of disbelief escaping him.

“holy thit,” he muttered, now having a lisp thanks to his new fangs. You laughed, swimming around him-still holding his hand, admiring your beautiful mate, his dark hair complimenting his ocean tail and eyes-just like his mother.

Your mother said as such and Harry teared up, his cheeks flushing and blending into his cheek scales, blubbering a bit as you hugged him-giggling as he pushed his face into your neck. Harry admired his tail, flailing his arms a bit as he sank, clutching onto you as you grabbed him and hauled him back up.

“Need ta get used to your tail eh?” one of your uncles laughed, teasing the new Mer of the pod. Harry flushed, pouting a bit, admiring your tail as you swam around him-showing him how to move his new muscles. “Why doeth me tail look thso different from yerths?” Harry asked, gesturing between his sharp fins and your fins-which flowed like thin fabric-but was just as powerful as his.

“Genetics…and we’re different types of mers, I’m a lure Mer, aka a pretty one that lures prey to their death, think a beta fish-and you’re an attack Mer-the one who hunts and takes down the prey we lure,” You explained, some of the younger mers swimming up and helping Harry learn how to swim with his new tail-taking his hands and holding them up in front of his head.

“you-you gotta use your hands like a guide,” Mira said, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and shoving his bright white hair out of his face-showing Harry what he meant. Harry nodded, taking the kid's advice seriously and following their movements, grinning at you when he successfully swam with his tail. “love! Did ye thsee-I did it!” you giggled, zooming over to him and twirling him around, your tail grazing his face-his cheeks a bright red.

“You did,” you cooed, swimming just above him and kissing him gently, ignoring the gags and squeaks from the kids around you. The older mers cooed and talked among each other-while you guided Harry around, holding his hands the entire time while he learned to swim.

“ith’s heavier than I thought it would be,” Harry muttered, wiggling his hips a bit, landing on a rock and messing with his tail, rubbing his thumbs against his scales. You just hummed, lying next to and around him, propping your head on your hand. “thso-ith anymore of my human anatomy changed with thith?” Harry asked, gesturing to himself.

You hummed, pursing your lips in thought, reaching up and tapping his ear-which was still rounded like a human, unlike your pointed ears. Some things went unaltered, like his ears, and he had a belly button-something you only had in human form. He felt his ear, his eyes drawing to yours, the top half covered in scales-unlike his-his were still human and his scales stopped at his tragus.

“Not really sure what didn’t and didn’t change, suppose that will be something we’ll discover together,” you mumbled, feeling down his arm and curling your hand into his, smiling at the warmth you felt. He squeezed your hand, smiling, feeling so goddamn happy-he was so glad he took this chance. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever of thought of getting a tail, getting a wonderful mate, or even go to Neverland-but he was here, with you, surrounded by his newfound family.

He was happy-so fucking happy.

He turned, grabbing your face and kissing you with every thought and feeling that was going through him right now, smiling against your lips as you giggled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck-pulling back suddenly at the whistles and cheers he heard from your family. Harry blushed furiously, the red blending into his scales as he held you close, smiling as you continued to laugh, your fingers dancing across his cheeks and shoulders.

He was so happy.

-

He lay on your bed later that day, the sun disappearing behind the horizon, his hair drifting up and around with the push of the water encasing him comfortably. His eyes were closed, sleep creeping up at the back of his mind-everything slowly began to slip away, your head on his chest with your arms tossed over his chest. You were still awake, tracing the edges of his bright blue scales with the tips of your fingers-once in a while sending shivers down his spine.

He peered up at you as you moved above him-your hair flowing around you as you did so, your hands suddenly on his cheeks as you looked down at him with such adoration it made him want to cry. “Hi,” Harry whispered, voice deep with sleep. You smiled, leaning down and pecking his lips, whispering against them as you pulled back. “Hello,” you said, your lips traveling across his face, the corner of his lips, his jaw, his nose, his cheekbones, his eyes, his brows, anywhere you could reach.

Harry had never felt so loved.

His hands found the curve of your back, trailing the beginning of the fin that protruded from your back, sighing against your lips as they met his again. He felt your hands in his hair and he felt dizzy, warmth bursting in his chest as his hands traveled your skin, brushing against your scales, feeling your warmth he still wondered how he hadn’t noticed until that fateful day almost half a year ago. It amazed Harry that time had gone by so quickly, it almost seemed like a dream-that cruise.

But he wouldn’t trade the time for anything in the world.

Not if it meant losing you.

Harry let out a shuddering breath as your lips traveled down his jaw, your teeth gently pressing against his neck-brushing over his bond mark. He breathed your name and your lips were on his again, hotter than before, hungry. Your hands pulled at his hair, trailing down his neck until you held his face, heat traveled down his body, and shivers erupted across his skin.

He gasped against your lips as one of your hands went down-brushing against his chest and finding the spot where-in his human body-his dick would be. Harry’s head dropped back with a choked gasp as your fingers slipped into something-a slit, wet and pulsing with heat.

He gasped your name again and you hummed, gently biting his jaw as you teased the slit you found. Pleasure danced across his body, his hand finding your shoulder, letting himself fall into your touch, gasping again and again as you brought something forth from that slit-his cheeks burning as he glanced down-feeling your hands gliding across something familiar.

“Oh,” Harry breathed, staring down at his dick-which had barely changed between his human form and his mer form. “so that’s where it went,” you laughed gently, ghosting your fingers up and down his dick, Harry’s eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back, his hips bucking into the feeling, chasing it. “fuck-“ he moaned your name, his hand finding your cheek as you kissed him again, the other traveling down your body-looking for that same slit in your tail.

You hummed into his mouth as his fingers dipped into that slit, your bodies heating up as you explore each other, Harry almost panting as you stroked his cock. He breathed your name again, his brows furrowing as your hand sped up. He pushed his fingers further into you and curled them, smirking as you gasped and pulled away from his lips, panting as your eyes cracked open, the two of you staring into each other's eyes as you pleasured each other.

Harry’s breath hitched and his back arched as he was suddenly overwhelmed with warmth-that coil snapping in his gut. His fingers hit something devastating within you and you came with him, gasping into his neck as you curled into his body, the two of you breathing heavily.

You lay there for a long moment, just breathing the other in, Harry’s fingers trailing across your back as your hands held onto his shoulders, thumb ghosting across his scales. “I love you,” Harry said, smiling as you sat up suddenly, eyes wide. “wh-wha?” you laughed, huffing as Harry leaned up and caught your lips, his hands traveling your curves and pulling you close.

“I love you; I think I have been since our first date,” Harry said, not joking in the slightest as you smiled at him, taking his face and kissing him. “I love you too,” you whispered as you pulled away, cuddling into your mate as he pulled you to rest beside him-falling asleep to the sound of your breathing and the push of water above the surface.

-

You spent the rest of the week in neverland-Harry getting the hang of his tail as you explored the waters together, soon enough he was easily keeping pace with the other attack mers, grinning cheekily as you raced him from the lagoon to skull rock. He listened to every story your mom told him about Iris, played with the younger mers of the pod, explored every bit of the lagoon he could, kissed you behind the coral, napped in the sun on the pink stone of the lagoon-his tail resting in the blue waters.

The day before you were scheduled to leave, you gifted him something new, one of your scales, plucked from your tail. You drew a thin leather string through it, allowing it to hang around his neck if he so wished. His smile when you gave it to him nearly blinded you, he took the necklace and then your face-kissing you quickly yet passionately, and then put the necklace on, his eyes soft and sweet as he caressed your scale with his numb-your colors shimmering under the water.

Your mother made Harry promise to return as the two of you left, and Harry beamed, nodding-no longer afraid of their judgment, and you held hands as you went back to the portal that would send you back to Auradon prep.

Harry called your name softly before you went to leave and you turned, smiling as Harry stepped close, his arms wrapping around you, his forehead pressing against yours. “Thank you,” he whispered, and you kissed him, breathing him in.

“Anything for you my love,” you whispered back, taking his hand and taking him back to Auradon.

-end of p7-

damn, its been a bit hasnt it? lowkey lost my groove for...idk I've just been outta it since i got back from Georgia i dont know why, but hopefully i can get back into it, for both writing and art. anyways p7! and Harry got his mer form!!!!

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[gaypirate420]

What if I just lost my shit and deleted all my descendants fics?

#of all the fandoms I've beem the descendants fandom has been the one that has treated my fics the worst like #yeah that fic has 500 notes but like 10 reblogs and if god's feeling generous a comment that just says 'part two?' and that is all #descendants #harry hook x reader #ben x reader #descendants x reader #and I am tired of people not dedicating like a minute to search if the writer's is still writing for certain fandom or story #someone literally commented 'but you promised a part two :(' and I was so pissed AKHSSJSKS

[descendantsafterdark]

No Satisfaction

❗minors dni❗

Relationship: Evie x Harry x Uma (also includes glimpses of Evie x Harry, Harry x Uma, & Evie x Uma)

Word count: 7194

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Tired of her usual routine, an unsatisfied princess is looking for a little fun. And she knows the perfect pirates for the job.

Warnings: The story contains mentions of an underage Evie having non consensual sexual relations with older men, but it’s not explicit. The main meat of the story is cnc - a consensual nonconsensual scenario. Evie gave her consent to everything with Uma and Harry beforehand, and there are hints to that in the story, but everyone’s words and actions read like a forced scenario. There is also a considerable amount of slut shaming, manhandling, and tentacles, as well as spanking, slapping, hair pulling, biting, and more

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Evie sat at her vanity, focused intently on her reflection as she did her hair and makeup. The Isle's premier princess had a date tonight. One that she actually wanted to participate in.

Evie’s reputation seemed to reach every last corner of the Isle. Flirt. Heartbreaker. Tease. Slut. She’d heard it all before. And the funny thing was, she wasn’t even responsible for any of it.

Well, not for most of it.

It was her mother, the Evil Queen, that laid a hand in all of Evie’s relationships.

See, without their magic, even the biggest, baddest villains were left scrambling for some kind of leverage on their desolate little island. Any way to cling to power and have something over the rest of the villains. A way to collect as many so called allies as possible.

The Evil Queen had Evie. Arguably, her most valuable possession.

Ever since Evie was little, her mother had hammered it into her that her value only existed so long as a man wanted her. She was nothing more than decoration - a beautiful painting to sit in the parlor, or an expensive watch worn on a man’s arm. Her worth was her face, her hair, her body.

When she was a little older, her mother added “sex” to that list. She told Evie all sorts of stories - graphic things that disgusted Evie to her very core at the time - about how to pleasure men. How it was just another tool for her to use. Just another means to an end. 

Another way for her mother to hold onto her power.

Evie’s body for whatever she wanted. From something big like protection or more territory, to stupid little things like the new shipment of makeup that someone else managed to snatch from the barges first. Most of the time, Evie didn’t know what she was being used for until after the fact.

But it wasn’t completely lawless, when she was sent to sleep with someone. There were rules. Set by her mother, of course. Rules in place for her protection, she was told. 

No scratching, spanking, slapping, or hair pulling. Nothing that would cause even temporary damage. And certainly nothing that would bruise or scar. When EQ saw a bright red handprint on Evie’s arm after a visit with Sykes, she poisoned one of his dobermans.

Vanilla only, was another rule. Something about not spoiling her for her future prince. It was good, EQ said, to have experience in bed so Evie would know how to keep her future husband happy. But the Auradon boys were soft. Innocent. They scared too easily. She was sure Prince Philip was still traumatized from his brief time chained up in her dungeon. She didn’t want Evie learning anything that might frighten off a potential suitor. And nothing that would make them see her as a common harlot rather than the pristine princess she was, either. So she made sure her business partners stuck only to the basics.

And they all knew what would happen if they disobeyed. Evie had no qualms about telling her mother when one of them crossed a line. She’d even lied about it on occasion, which led to her mother lashing out and punishing them for something they didn’t do. It made everyone more afraid of the Evil Queen, and more likely to be careful with Evie when she came to trade.

At first, these transactions disgusted Evie. She couldn’t believe her own mother would send her out to strangers like this. But then, after thinking about it for all of ten seconds… Yes, she could totally believe it. 

The horror upon hearing of her new fate quickly turned into disgust when it was time for her first encounter. Jafar. Apparently a ring containing rubies from the dwarfs’ mine made its way onto a barge, and every petty criminal on the Isle was dying to get their grubby little hands on it. But Jay managed to nick it for his dad’s shop first, and the Evil Queen was quick to send out Evie for a trade deal.

Jafar kept her for three days before he decided they were even, and sent her home with the ring. She couldn’t look at Jay for weeks after.

That’s how it was, for a long time. Evil Queen wanted something, sent Evie out, and didn’t utter so much as a thank you when she returned. 

But as disgusted as Evie was when it started, the routine eventually caused nothing but boredom for her. And why shouldn’t it? These were mostly old men, who seemed like they’d never fucked a woman before in their lives. Or maybe they were just out of practice. But even the ones she saw often were always awkward, fumbling, and usually done within minutes. She had to do all the technical work. 

Including taking care of her own pleasure. Something she knew was the furthest thing from these men’s minds while they were screwing. If she closed her eyes and really concentrated, she could pretend she was with someone else. Someone that was at least closer to her own age, and that she found attractive. Someone that smelled a little better.

Her mind always ended up wandering to the ones she was most often warned to stay away from. Like Mal. Evie wondered if she had any hidden dragon strength to match that temper of hers. Or Jay. Evie wouldn’t mind being held captive in those arms. Then there was Harry Hook… He knew his way around a pirate ship, so he was obviously good with ropes. And oh, Uma… Evie knew tentacles ran in the family, and was always curious to know how those might fare in the bedroom.

She’d let herself get lost in one of these fantasies, and she could make herself come no matter who was inside her.

But tonight, she wouldn’t have to rely on fantasies. Tonight, she had a plan. For once in her life, she was taking control of her own pleasure.

By relinquishing that control to two people that she knew could handle it.

Evie was tired of vanilla. Tired of awkward. Tired of only fooling around for the benefit of other people. And tired of doing all the work.

She wanted to experience a real fucking for once in her life. With people who knew exactly what the fuck they were doing. And people that she actually found attractive. She wanted to be taken care of.

Hell, she wanted marks to show off after. Raw, rough, brutal, real - she craved it all. Something to show she wasn’t the precious little porcelain doll everyone else made her out to be.

Besides, she already had a reputation as a slut. Might as well get something out of that, right?

And she had the perfect people picked out to give that to her. No, not anyone from her group. She knew they wouldn’t understand where she was coming from with this request. And even if they did, they would be too hesitant to actually give Evie what she needed, for fear of really hurting her. So she had to look elsewhere.

To a certain pirate captain and her first mate. They were just as feral as they were gorgeous, and seemed the perfect duo for Evie’s release. It took some convincing. Harry demanded to know what was in it for them - Evie’s answer? Sex with her, obviously. What else could they want? Uma was more cautious. Shrewd. She wanted to make sure it wasn’t just some trick to give Mal’s gang a reason to attack her crew. But both groups had been enjoying this temporary ceasefire, and Evie reassured them that she didn’t want to do anything to ruin that, for her sake as much as anyone else’s. 

Eventually, they came to an agreement, and the night was planned out. Evie had already done her dirty prep work. She put the other skills she’d learned from her mother to good use, and brewed up a sleeping draught to slip into her wine at dinner.

Getting up from her vanity, Evie crossed her room to the door and poked her head out into the hallway.

“Mooom?” she called as loudly as she could. No response. “Mom, I’m about to go to bed without washing my makeup off first!” she cried down the hall. Still nothing. If that didn’t rouse her mother up to come lecture her about proper skin care, then she must really be out. Still, it was a large castle. Evie knew her mother probably couldn’t hear her from her room on a normal night. So she walked out into the hall, creeping tentatively closer to her mother’s chambers. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs. Then waited. And waited. And waited. Even still, nothing.

Satisfied with her work, Evie hurried back to her own bedroom and pushed her door to, leaving a small crack so it would be easier to open later. She was confident there would be no interruptions tonight. She and her “friends” could get as loud as they wanted.

She sat back down at her mirror, putting the finishing touches on her look. She wore her hair down, loosely curled but combed out, and no braids in sight. And her face was adorned with plenty of makeup. Heavy focus on the eyes, and her red lips.

On her body, she wore nothing but a thin midnight blue nightie and matching panties. She could imagine how lovely they’d looked when they were new. But now they sported several holes, and the lace was tearing away. But that was perfect for tonight. Harry had told her to wear something she wouldn’t be upset about getting torn. 

Evie felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered that part of the conversation. Her mind raced as she thought about what that meant. There were so many options, and each one got her more excited than the last. But she was getting ahead of herself, and her guests would be here soon. She had to be ready.

She finished her makeup and rushed over to her bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand for a little extra light, and laid down on top of the covers. Settling down on her back, making sure her hair was fanned out elegantly on the pillows behind her, and gently tugging the nightie down as though trying to protect her modesty. She folded her hands together over her stomach and closed her eyes.

Her heart hammered in her chest, anticipation already making her excited for what was to come. All she had to do now was wait. 

Fortunately, she wasn’t waiting for long.

Only a few minutes later, her ears picked up on the sound of boots scuffling across the stone floor of the hallway. Inching closer, ever so closer, until…

The door creaked, then slowly swung open. She kept her eyes shut, but could feel the presence of other people in the room. She heard the door shut again, and the lock latch into place, before the footsteps approached her bed.

“Well, well, what do we have here, Harry?” Evie heard Uma ask in a hushed tone.

“Mm, a wee princess that’s all ours for the taking,” Harry responded. Evie could just hear the desire dripping in his voice, and she knew he was as excited for this as she was. Another shiver of anticipation ran through her body, and she wondered if the other two noticed.

“Harry, give her a wakeup call. I bet she’ll be real happy to see us,” Uma said, still keeping her voice low.

“My pleasure, captain…”

Evie’s eyes flew open as Harry’s hand covered her mouth. The bed dipped beside her and before she knew it, Harry Hook was straddling her, his legs bracketing her body and keeping her in place. His other hand shot out to grab her wrists when she started squirming underneath him. 

“Hiya, princess,” Harry greeted cheerfully, baring his teeth at Evie in the way that Evie was sure was supposed to be a grin. She stared up into Harry’s icy, black rimmed eyes with a wide, frantic gaze of her own. She kicked her legs uselessly, twisting back and forth on the bed like she was trying to buck Harry off.

“Better settle down there, princess,” Uma said, coming around to the other side of the bed, her gaze fixed steadily on Evie’s face. “Might make Harry think you don’t like him… You don’t wanna hurt his feelings, do you?”

Evie tried to respond, only for her words to come out muffled against Harry’s palm.

“Sorry, lass, what was that?” Harry asked, removing his hand from Evie’s mouth.

“Help!” Evie cried out, thrashing underneath Harry to no avail. “Someone, please, help-” Harry covered her mouth again. 

“Aww, captain, I don’t think she wants to play with us,” Harry said, looking over at Uma with a pout on his face.

Uma just laughed - cold and unamused. “I don’t think she has a choice…” she replied, kneeling beside Evie and Harry, and looking down to meet the blue haired girl’s eyes. “Look at me, princess, so I know you’re hearing me…” Evie’s eyes darted between Uma and Harry before settling on Uma. “Good girl… Now, Harry is going to take his hand away again. And you’re not going to scream. Because if you scream, you’re getting the hook. And you’re going to wish it was just our hands on you. Is that clear?”

Evie nodded her head.

Uma smiled.

“Good girl,” she said again. Uma looked at Harry, nodded, and Harry drew his hand back. 

“Why are you doing this?” Evie asked, her voice small as she looked up at Uma with wet, tear filled eyes. “If - if this is because of Mal, then-”

Uma cut her off with another laugh, rolling her eyes at the mention of Mal. “It’s not always all about your precious little leader, you know?” she sneered. 

“Then - then what?” Evie asked desperately. “Gold? Jewels? Potions? Whatever you want, I can give you, I just-” She tried her best to sit up underneath Harry, but his free hand caught her shoulder and forced her back down to the mattress, pinning her there. 

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Uma asked. 

“We’re not interested in money or magic, princess…” Harry replied, leaning down closer to Evie. Evie turned her head all the way to the side to avoid being face to face with the crazed pirate. “Not when you’re the shiniest bit of treasure on this miserable rock…” He darted his tongue out and licked a stripe along Evie’s neck, causing her to squeal and try to push him off again.

Harry didn’t slip, just repositioned himself so his legs were pinning Evie’s down, and forced her arms up, pinning her hands to the bed above her head. Leaving her stretched out and exposed underneath him.

“We want you, princess,” Uma said. She reached a hand out, and Evie gasped as it came in contact with one of her breasts. Even through the thin fabric, Uma’s touch felt electric. “And we’re going to have you…” She squeezed, and Evie bit back a moan. “Any way we fucking want you.” She pinched Evie’s nipple harshly between her thumb and forefinger, and Evie couldn’t hold back her cry of pleasure this time. “And by the time we’re done with you, you aren’t going to want to be with anyone else ever again…”

“And you’ll be begging us for more, princess,” Harry grinned, rocking his hips down to grind against Evie. “Mm, you’ve already got me at half mast, and we haven’t even had any real fun yet…”

“Harry, up,” Uma ordered. “I’ve got her.”

Harry frowned, but was quick to follow his captain’s orders. He released Evie’s arms and climbed off of her, standing to the side of the bed to await further instructions.

With her newfound freedom, Evie tried to seize the opportunity to escape. She scurried down towards the foot of the bed since there were no pirates in that direction, wondering how far she could get before she was stopped.

Not far.

She didn’t even get off the bed before something was yanking her back in. Not hands, either. Something cold, and wet, slithered their way around her arms and forced them behind her back.

“Aw, where do you think you’re going, princess?” Uma cooed, coming up behind Evie on the bed. Evie craned her head back to look at Uma, only to see four tentacles protruding from around Uma’s waist. Two of which ended encircled around her wrists. “Now you can play with Harry all you want. He knows his own strength, and knows how to follow orders. But I’m still getting the hang of these babies. Sometimes it’s like they have a mind of their own. I’d hate for you to struggle too much and get yourself hurt. But you won’t let that happen, will you?”

“You two are fucking sick…” Evie whispered, glaring back at Uma. 

“You knew that already, didn’t you, lass?” Harry laughed.

Uma pushed Evie forward, and she had to quickly swing a leg out in front of herself to step onto the floor and not just faceplant off the edge of the bed. Her arms were folded together behind her back, Uma’s tentacles wrapped tightly around them. Then they were tugging downward, and Evie was forced onto her knees on the floor in front of the pirate.

“Now this is a pretty sight, to be sure…” Harry purred, reaching out towards Evie. She flinched away, but all he did was brush the backs of his fingers over her blush pink cheek. “Don’t be so jumpy, princess… You’re in good hands. We’re gonna take care of you. Promise. But I’ve just been dying to have those ruby red lips wrapped around my cock…” 

Evie couldn’t help herself. She glanced back towards Harry’s crotch when she heard him unzip. Her eyes went wide when he pulled his cock out. Even half hard, he looked bigger than any of the old men Evie had been with before. She wondered what she was in store for once he was fully erect.

“Like what you see?” Harry asked with a smirk, languidly stroking himself as he looked down at Evie.

Evie didn’t respond.

Harry stroked his fingers over Evie’s cheek again, then pressed two of his fingertips against her bottom lip. When she didn’t open up automatically, Harry forced his fingers into her mouth.

Evie decided to have a little fun of her own. She held her mouth open for a few seconds before nipping sharply at Harry’s fingers, causing him to shriek in surprise and yank them back out.

“Why you fucking brat!” he growled, drawing his hand back and bringing it down sharply across Evie’s cheek. Her head snapped to the side, before Uma grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at Harry, who now stood looming over her, hook in hand. He brought the hook up to her face, letting the tip just barely press against her pouty bottom lip. She felt Uma lean in closer, and her hand come up to grab her chin.

“We’re trying to be patient with you, princess…” Uma said, her face right beside Evie’s. “But you only get so many chances. You try to take a bite of either of us again, and the only thing you’re gonna be sucking on is that hook. Is that what you want?”

Evie shook her head as best as she could in Uma’s tight hold.

“Didn’t think so.” Uma released Evie, sitting back on the edge of the bed where she’d been. “She won’t give you any more trouble, Harry.”

Harry nodded his head, setting his hook back on the nightstand. He grabbed his cock again, stroking himself as he moved closer to Evie. Evie tried to lean back, but he grabbed her by the hair and kept her in place.

He stilled his hand on his shaft, positioning himself right in front of Evie’s lips. Again, she didn’t open, so he pressed the head of his cock firmly against her lips.

“Come on, princess, you know the deal…” he murmured. “My cock or my hook. What’ll it be?”

Evie looked up, locking eyes with Harry before slowly parting her lips for him.

“Good choice…” Harry replied with a satisfied grin. He kept his grip firm in Evie’s hair, guiding her down around his cock and moaning as she took more of him in.

Evie let Harry guide her movements, keeping her throat relaxed and breathing through her nose as Harry filled her mouth. She never had a problem with this before, but no guy she’d been with before could compete with Harry. It was more than she was used to, but she still did her best to take it all. Until there were only a couple inches left to go, and her gag reflex got the better of her.

Evie sputtered on Harry’s cock, her body convulsing as she gagged around him. She was pulled back by Uma’s tentacles, giving her a break and letting her catch her breath.

“More than you’re used to, princess?” Uma asked. “Not surprised… Harry’s pretty well endowed, huh?”

“Too big…” Evie whispered, licking her lips as she looked up at Harry.

“Aw, you’re making me blush,” Harry laughed, stroking his fingers through Evie’s hair and pulling her back in. “You just need a little practice, princess. And we plan on giving you that.”

Evie took in a deep breath, then parted her lips again. 

“See? You’re already learning…” Uma smiled. She reached past Evie to point out the red smear of lipstick on Harry’s cock. “That’s your personal best so far, princess. That’s what you need to get past to make Harry happy. Think you can do that?”

Evie nodded her head. As soon as Uma dropped her hand, Evie was back on Harry’s cock, taking him down as far as she did before, and still gagging when she reached that same spot.

“Whoa there, lass, don’t make yourself throw up now…” Harry said, taking a small step back. He held Evie’s head in place and started to fuck her mouth instead. Shallow thrusts, only a few inches in and out at a time. And sinking in a little more with every forward thrust, until they reached the same spot. Evie tensed up, expecting to gag again, but Harry slid in another half inch without a problem. She was sure she could take the whole thing now, but Harry pulled his hips back. 

Evie let out a muffled whine, shuffling forward on her knees, desperate to keep him inside. Harry and Uma both laughed.

“I think she wants more, Harry…” Uma mused. “Stay where you are. Let her do the work.” 

Evie steadied herself, taking a deep breath in through her nose before starting to bob her head on Harry’s cock again. Going at a faster pace than Harry had been, determined to do what the two pirates asked of her. As she sank down closer to the base of Harry’s cock, she felt something on the back of her head. Uma’s hand? No, Uma’s boot. Evie moaned around Harry’s length, causing him to make a similar noise in response. 

“That’s it, girlie…” Harry whispered, watching with rapt fascination as Uma pushed Evie in further. Until her lips reached the base of Harry’s shaft, and her nose pressed against his lower abdomen. Evie didn’t gag this time, keeping her composure. And feeling rather proud of herself for swallowing down her biggest cock yet.

She thought they would let her go now, but neither pirate pulled back. And when Harry did move, it was to reach up and pinch her nose shut, cutting off her one source of oxygen at the moment. Evie stared up at Harry with wide eyes, but tried her best to stay calm.

But even as Evie’s lungs started to ache for air, Harry didn’t let up. She tried her best to pull back from his cock, just to be stopped by Uma’s firm hold. She squirmed between the two of them, her face turning red as real tears streamed down her face.

Just as Evie started to see stars and feel her head swimming, she was released. She fell back against Uma, gulping in as big a breath as she could manage. A thick rope of drool fell from the corner of her mouth, dripping down to her chest.

“You didn’t think we were gonna go easy on you, did you?” Uma asked. She reached around Evie, running her hand through the mess of saliva on her body and bringing it up to smear over her face, smudging her lipstick and eye makeup even more. “Not so pretty now, are you, princess?” 

Evie didn’t respond, but cried out as Uma yanked her hair to make her look up at Harry again. Harry rested a hand atop her head, holding her steady as he jerked himself to completion. He came with a low, guttural moan, spilling out over Evie’s face. She parted her lips for him again, but barely any of his seed made it into her mouth. He seemed to be trying his best to get it over as much of her face as possible.

When Harry finished, Uma reached up to run her fingers through the mess on Evie’s cheek, then held it up to her mouth so she could lick them clean. Evie easily obliged, humming at the taste of Harry on her tongue. 

“How’s he taste, princess?” Uma asked. She pulled her tentacles back, leaving Evie on the floor.

“Salty…” Evie whispered, turning to look up at the pirate queen.

Uma laughed at that, leaning down over Evie so their faces were only inches apart. “Mind if I see for myself?” Without waiting for a response, she darted her tongue out and licked over Evie’s other cheek. Lapping up whatever she could of the mess Harry left, leaving a few kisses here and there as well. When she arrived at Evie’s lips, she kissed her hungrily and let her tongue delve deep into her mouth, sharing the taste of Harry between them before Uma pulled back.

“Harry, get her back on the bed,” Uma instructed. Harry leaned down and easily scooped Evie up in his arms, laying her back on the bed as Uma scooted back to give them room.

Evie let out a soft breath when her back hit the mattress, letting her eyes slip shut.

“You’re not trying to tap out now, are you, princess?” Uma asked, settling down next to her. “You think Harry is the only one that gets to come tonight?”

“Uma, please…” Evie rasped, blinking her eyes open to look at the pirate next to her. “You’ve made your point… You can tell everyone you conquered the princess. You can even throw it in Mal’s face if you want. Just, please, leave me be now…”

“You’re wasting your breath, lassie,” Harry chuckled, laying on Evie’s other side and essentially trapping her in the middle. “Once Uma’s set her mind on something, she won’t stop til she gets what she wants. She’s real hard headed that way.”

“Watch it,” Uma warned, fixing Harry with a pointed gaze before turning her attention back to Evie. “We aren’t monsters, you know?” She lazily ran the tip of her index finger up along Evie’s thigh, skipping over her underwear and drawing it up over her tight abdomen, pulling her nightie up with it. “We plan on playing fair here. You do something for us, we do something for you…”

Evie could feel goosebumps rising on her skin at Uma’s delicate touch, and the sound of her voice right in her ear. She did her best to push down any feelings of pleasure she had at the moment, focused on playing her role for the two pirates. She turned to Uma, narrowing her eyes in the best glare she could manage. “I don’t want anything from you,” she spat.

Uma’s expression hardened. She climbed on top of Evie, grabbing at the hem of her nightie in both hands and yanking hard, causing it to rip right up the middle. Another sharp pull and the worn fabric came apart at the top, exposing Evie’s breasts.

Evie squealed, quickly reaching up to cover herself.

“Getting shy, princess?” Uma asked, arching a brow at Evie. “That’s not like you.”

“Nah, we see the way you parade around the Isle like you own the place…” Harry whispered, leaning closer and kissing Evie’s neck. “Twirling around in those short skirts, showing off in those high heels…” He bit down rough on her earlobe, making Evie squeak. “Practically begging for some poor depraved soul to drag you into the nearest alleyway and have their way with you.”

“And then we come along, bringing the fun to you, and you wanna say no?” Uma asked. “You don’t wanna show us what you show off to everyone else? Fine. Harry, I bet your hook will pry her hands up without a problem. Just try not to scratch up her tits too much. I wanna keep them pretty.”

“No!” Evie cried, stopping Harry midreach for his hook. She dropped her hands, letting them rest by her sides and exposing herself fully for the pirates.

“Mm, no. Hands up. Hold onto the headboard,” Uma instructed. Evie obeyed, raising her hands up and gripping onto the wrought iron above her.

“There, now, that’s a good lass…” Harry whispered, laying back down beside her.

“Told you we wouldn’t need rope for this, Harry,” Uma said with a smirk towards Evie. “I knew it wouldn’t take much for you to follow orders. You want to be our good girl, don’t you?”

Evie nodded her head. 

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I - I want to be your good girl…” she whispered.

“Does that mean you’re gonna stop fighting us?” Uma asked. Evie nodded again.

Satisfied with her answer, Uma leaned down over Evie’s body, rewarding her with kisses - over her neck, her collarbones, her chest, her breasts. She kissed, nipped, and sucked at every inch of Evie’s skin she could easily reach in this potion, leaving several marks in her wake.

Claiming Evie for her own.

When Uma’s focus shifted to Evie’s nipples, the princess let out a sigh of relief. The drafty castle air had them at full attention, and Evie had been silently begging Uma to give them some love this whole time.

Uma flicked the tip of her tongue over one, and Evie gasped sharply. She repeated the action, reaching her hand up to Evie’s other breast to give it similar attention. Evie writhed beneath her, letting out soft little cries and mewls of pleasure with every action Uma administered. She’d almost completely forgotten about Harry, who was practically drooling as he watched the girls play.

All too quickly, Uma pulled away, and Evie couldn’t help the little whine of disappointment that escaped from her mouth.

“Harry,” was all Uma had to say before her first mate dove in, eagerly fondling and licking Evie’s breasts like he’d been dying to do. He was much more erratic than Uma, not as precise, but it still drove Evie crazy all the same. He suckled hard on one nipple, pinching the other firmly between his fingers. When he finally let up, he immediately sank his teeth in the soft flesh of her breast, starting to suck a mark of his own onto her. 

Evie didn’t even register the fact that he’d stopped groping her other breast, until she realized she could feel his hand creeping down lower and lower on her abdomen. 

Uma noticed as well. A tentacle circled around Harry’s wrist and jerked his hand away. He pulled back from Evie with a groan. “C’mon, captain, please…” he begged, looking at Uma with pleading eyes. “I’m dying to get inside her treasure chest.”

“Settle down, Harry…” Uma warned. “You try to get ahead of me again, and you’ll be pulling up a chair to watch the rest of the show from the sidelines. Got it?”

Harry clenched his jaw, nodded his head.

“Good…” Uma went back to work,  kissing her way down Evie’s body, stopping once she reached her panties. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, sliding them down Evie’s legs. “Fuck, Harry, these are soaked…” she chuckled, handing the tiny garment off to him. “Here. Your souvenir for the night.”

Harry happily took the prize from Uma, raising them up to his nose to smell them before starting to stroke his cock with Evie’s underwear in his hand.

Evie stared in awe at the pirate, wondering if it was all for show or if he was really into her like that. She didn’t have too much time to think though, as she felt Uma’s hands on her legs to spread them open. But, wanting to play their game a little longer, she did her best to keep them closed.

“Aww, baby, I thought we were past this…” Uma said. Faux sweetness dripping from her voice as she spoke. “Your body already gave you away… You’re soaking wet. You’re not just following orders anymore. You want this as bad as we do.”

Uma’s tentacles danced excitedly around her before two of them started circling around Evie’s legs. Slowly working their way up, ensnaring her in their clutches and tightening around her.

Evie cried out when her legs were forced apart. She struggled against them, but the tentacles held tight, preventing her from moving even an inch. She was completely exposed to Uma.

“You just love wriggling like a worm on a hook, don’t you?” Uma asked in an amused tone. “But, like I said…” She brought her hand up to Evie, running her finger through her wetness. She then held her finger out to Harry, letting him suck it clean. “You can’t lie to us, princess. You can’t pretend like you aren’t enjoying this. If you really hated what we were doing, you wouldn’t be this wet, would you?”

“Uma…” Evie couldn’t manage much more than that.

Uma decided to be nice, to stop teasing. 

She plunged her tongue as deep into Evie as she could manage, wanting to taste her. Fucking her on her tongue, listening as Evie cried out with every move she made. She licked over Evie’s folds, working her way up to her clit. Taking a moment to catch her breath before darting her tongue out and flicking over it, causing Evie to arch halfway up off the bed. Uma reached up to pin her hips down, holding her firmly in place as she ate her out. 

“Uma, I - I’m gonna - !” Evie couldn’t even finish her sentence before her orgasm hit. She’d been soaking wet and on edge this whole time, since before Harry and Uma even set foot in her room. Of course she wasn’t going to last long with Uma working her over so expertly. 

Uma eagerly lapped up Evie’s juices as they came flooding out, pulling back when Evie relaxed and going in for another kiss. Letting Evie taste herself on her tongue.

Evie kissed back lazily, a small smile on her face when Uma pulled back.

“Thank you, captain…” she whispered. 

“Mm, captain, huh? That’s nice to hear from you…” Uma smirked. “You’re welcome, princess. I told you we weren’t totally selfish. Every princess deserves to be pampered, doesn’t she?”

Evie nodded her head.

“Good. Because now it’s Harry’s turn to pamper you,” Uma informed her. She shifted to lay by Evie’s left side, while Harry moved down in between her legs.

“What - another? Already?” Evie asked, genuinely surprised by that. 

“Not what you’re used to, huh?” Uma asked. 

Evie shook her head. 

“She told you we were gonna ruin you for anyone else,” Harry said, winking at Evie. He gripped her thighs, his nails biting into the soft flesh as he spread her legs open. He started lapping at her wet cunt, his face buried in the nest of soft blue curls that circled her. Just like with her breasts, Harry’s technique was wild and erratic. And just like before, Evie didn’t care. She still felt on edge despite the fact that she already came moments before. Everything Harry did felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

She was about to beg for more - Harry’s cock, his tongue, Uma’s fingers, just something inside her to make her feel whole. But before she could even form the words, she felt something circling her entrance. Something that didn’t feel like any of the above.

She looked over at Uma, following one of her tentacles to where it disappeared between her legs. She tried to look past Harry, watching as the tentacle seemed to give her a little wave before delving deep into her pussy.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her head falling back against the pillows. She bucked her hips wildly, doing her best to fuck herself on the strange new appendage. She could feel that thing writhing inside of her, moving around and curling in on itself, stretching her out in ways she never could’ve imagined before. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped onto the headboard for dear life.

Harry pulled back just to watch the show, and another tentacle came up to replace his mouth. The more pointed tip traced over her folds, then flicked over her clit, before one of the little suckers attached itself to the sensitive nub and sent a whole new shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout Evie’s body.

“Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods!” Evie shrieked, clenching tight around Uma’s tentacle as her second orgasm hit. 

Uma worked her through it, fucking her pussy and teasing her clit until Evie started to come down. She pulled her tentacles back, and a whole new flood of juices came rushing out of Evie. Harry leaned in to lick up what he could, still desperate for a taste of her.

Evie reached down between her legs, placing a hand on his head and weakly pushing him back. Harry took the hint, licking his lips and leaning over to kiss Uma, sharing Evie’s taste between them.

“Delicious, isn’t she, captain?” Harry asked with a grin. “The most delectable forbidden fruit…”

“Our sweet little poisoned apple,” Uma smirked. She looked back down at Evie, who was laying completely still, limp, and watching them with heavy lidded eyes. “Harry, I think our princess needs a real break. What do you think?”

��Aye, I think so, captain…” he replied, nodding his head.

Both pirates were still fully clothed, but that quickly changed. Uma pulled Harry in close, kissing him hungrily and starting to strip him out of his clothes. Harry did the same for Uma, the two of them easily shedding their various layers until they were left as naked as Evie. 

Evie watched as Harry laid back on the bed and Uma climbed on top of him. She thought Uma was going to ride his cock, but she ended up straddling his face instead. Evie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the pair. Uma looked sexier than Evie had ever seen her, the soft golden lamplight dancing off her body as she rolled her hips down and fucked herself on Harry’s tongue in the way that felt best for her. 

Harry held onto Uma’s thighs like they were his lifeline, letting her use him for her pleasure. Evie looked down, seeing his cock fully erect again and bobbing against his stomach as he moved under Uma. She sat up slowly, crawling down the bed to take Harry’s cock in her hand. Harry moaned into Uma as Evie started to stroke him, and again when she took him in his mouth. 

Uma got herself off twice before dismounting, pulling Evie off of Harry as well. “Glad to see you’re finally embracing your role, princess,” she murmured, laying back against the pillows and pulling Evie on top of her. “But I promised Harry he’d get to come inside that royal cunt before the night was over. You don’t want me to break my promise, do you?”

Evie rapidly shook her head, licking her lips as she looked down at Uma. “But I haven’t gotten to taste you yet, captain…” she whispered.

“You’re a smart lass,” Harry said from behind her. “You can figure it out.” She felt his strong hands gripping her waist, and before she knew it she was being yanked back on the bed and closer to Harry. Putting her face to face with Uma’s soaked pussy. 

Evie didn’t need to be told before diving in, exploring Uma’s grotto with her tongue. Uma’s hand tangled in her hair to hold her in place, letting her know she was doing a good job. She felt Harry move behind her, felt the dull head of his cock tracing over her slick cunt. She had no trouble taking him inside. She was so wet, even his impressive length slid in with ease. 

He fucked her wildly from behind, alternating between scratching down her back and spanking her ass. Both actions caused Evie to clench tight around him, and made her little pussy feel that much more delectable to Harry.

Uma added her own sensation to the mix, letting a tentacle come down to play with Evie’s clit again. It all worked together to drive Evie crazy. She came twice more from their actions, and managed to make Uma come one more time. She felt exhausted, and was sure she wouldn’t even be able to keep her ass in the air if it weren’t for Harry’s firm grip on her hips.

Harry’s own orgasm hit him a few moments later, and he grunted as he emptied himself deep inside of Evie. She whimpered at the sensation of his cock twitching inside her, and when he pulled out, she could feel his cum slowly trickling out and down her leg. 

Harry and Uma pretty much had to manhandle Evie’s pliant body, to help her lay down comfortably on the bed. She didn’t protest - she barely even registered it was happening. Uma laid down beside her, while Harry retrieved a rag from his pants pocket to wipe off Evie’s face, then between her legs. Evie whined as the rough cloth rubbed over her sensitive skin, closing her legs tight when Harry finished and turning to curl up against Uma.

“Stay the night?” she asked quietly, looking up at Uma with pleading eyes.

“Think the crew can survive a night without us?” Harry asked, laying back down on the bed and spooning Evie from behind. 

“Probably not,” Uma replied. “But I can’t say no to our princess.” She reached over to turn out the light, pulling the covers up over the three of them and hugging Evie close. “How do you feel, princess?”

Evie smiled at the question, not used to hearing it after something like this.

“Completely satisfied.”

#descendants #disney descendants #descendants fic #evie grimhilde #evie descendants #harry hook #uma triskelion #uma descendants #uma #evie x uma #evie x harry #evie x harry x uma #harry x uma #my stuff #my fics #minors dni #my first experiment with smut #hopefully will be posting more in the future

[bucket-barnes]

Figured it's high time I introduce my lil character

This is Raina Cassandra Fitzherbert: Daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert and the main character of a fanfic I wrote because I couldn't accept that Harry Hook fucked with my bisexuality putting me smack in the middle

(check my pinned post on my page for the fic, I often go in and tweak things so it's fairly up to date in quality...except for spelling errors)

and I can't actually draw so here's a picrew:

(Picrew link:https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/257476)

Anyway, here's her general info:

pronouns: She/Her

Height: a solid like, 5'9/5'10 on a good day, reasonably tall

Hair: bleached blonde, natural brunette

Eyes: dark Brown

Weapon of choice: Dagger

Magic: Healing hands and that's it

Sexuality: Raging bisexual (the only part of her that was past bucket projecting)

why she exists because I find the story behind her funny:

The year was summer of 2022 and I was in denial that Harry Hook changed where I land on the bisexuality spectrum so I decided to turn those emotions into satirical hatred and create a fanfic with the soul purpose of fucking with Harry at the very end (want to know what I did? you'll have to read and find out...) which to me meant giving him a girlfriend, giving her an entire backstory and making her the main character because I didn't want to project onto a (y/n) and didn't trust myself to write Harry (I'm incredibly cannon compliant, what can I say) and because of how my brain works, I happened to have the basis of a character in my head since D1 first came out when I was like, seven...and thus Raina was born.

#disney #disney descendants #harry hook #descendants 3 #descendants oc #ao3 fanfic #tangled #descendants fanfiction #I only regret some things #the ending of the fic could have been better I will admit #the rest is pretty solid though

[humaforever]

I was just reminded of that reel Disney made a couple years ago for Valentine's Day where they called Harry and Uma "star crossed lovers"

This is the definition of star crossed lovers: "Two people who care deeply for each other; however, their love is doomed by the stars and they cannot be together." Or "lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy."

Ha, thanks for the Huma recognition but y'all are tweaking. Harry and Uma are thriving.

#they can be star crossed lovers in an angsty fic #but all that did for me was confirm huma is canon #a win is a win #even if it was kinda a dis #huma #harry hook #uma descendants