#i’m cackling imagining all the conversations that weren’t described in the books

[trousers-are-for-wimps]

i like to imagine that when holly joins she asks george “are lockwood and lucy a couple?” and george just says “let me put it this way: everyone in london knows they’re a couple except them”

#lockwood and co #save lockwood and co #lockyle #locknation #i’m cackling imagining all the conversations that weren’t described in the books

[sandbees]

Based of that thing you wrote based on Dream SMP

AN: Angst writing is my forte. I know little of Twisted Wonderland, but I really wanted to write this lmao. I hope I haven’t crossed any lines writing this and submitting it... —- Yuu begins their journey here as a student. It’s only fair that they end their journey here as one as well. (Muttered curses placed on colleges. “Leave this world, sacrifice yourself, or else the school will become a sea of fire, and everyone you hold dear will perish.”) For some, it is a choice. For Yuu, it really isn’t that much of a choice at all. —- The caster, the stranger burns the book, the last chance that the four of them have at breaking that curse that settles on the school like a weight. Yuu sighs, and stares up at the cavern’s ceiling, listening to the muted sounds of dripping water. “I’ll let you say your goodbyes,” says the stranger, cackling, letting Yuu face the three others that had come with them. “They’re...they’re not going to kill you,” Ace says, like if saying those words would make it final, would make that outcome true. “Let’s just run! The mirror is just there, we just gotta make a break for it!” Yuu shakes their head. “The distance is far too great for that. We would be dead before we reached it.” Yuu makes a wet sort of laugh, as if accepting what was going to happen. “It’s alright, really!” They say, in an effort to comfort, to soothe. “We...we had some laughs, it was-it was fun whilst it lasted, you know? It’s just…” “Why have you accepted this?” Deuce nearly yells, grabbing Yuu by the shoulders. “Don’t just...don’t just give up now. Please Yuu…” “We’ve been backed into a corner, you know. I know you three are the kind of people who won’t accept defeat, but look around us! We’re in an unknown cave with no exit. We wouldn’t make it to the mirror before dying. None of us are skilled enough to duel this guy. It’s over.” Yuu says, gently removing Deuce’s hands from their shoulders. “We had a good time together. Shared some laughs. It was fun! But you know that all good things have to come to an end eventually. And this time it’s my turn for that.” “Yuu,” Grim says, uncharastically quiet. “What would we be without you?” Yuu is silent, before smiling gently, petting Grim on his head. “Yourself?” “So you’re-you’re actually accepting this?” Ace asks, voice small, shoulders shaking. “Are you really okay with-” Yuu interrupts Ace with a pat to his head. “Yeah, I’m alright with this. I mean, we’ve already said our goodbyes earlier, you know?” “But we were optimistic!” Deuce protests. “We were joking and confident that all four of us could get back! We weren’t…” he trails off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air. We weren’t supposed to lose you. “Well, we’re backed into a corner. You know how they described me as a pawn?” Yuu says, acceptance colouring their voice. “Well this is checkmate. This is it. This is the end. I suggest you three resign.” “Yuu, all this time I’ve said you were my henchman,” Grim says, one last desperate attempt to keep Yuu alive. “It was really that I was your henchman. Please...please don’t go.” “...No. No, it was about time anyways.” Yuu says, turning to face their doom. “It’s about time anyways.” “Wait no...what the fuck wait no-” Ace begins to say, taking a few steps forward. Deuce follows behind, Grim on a shoulder as Yuu turns fully to their end. Until, of course, the mirror shines and out steps a man with silver eyes and a calculating gaze. “Sorry, dear stranger,” Azul says, as more people pour out of the mirror, Dorm Heads and Vice Heads and other students and teachers. “But it seems you have violated the terms of our contract.”

Submitted by @kayoi1234

IOSHFSNAODK OH MY GOODNESS! THIS IS SO COOL I-

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I IMAGINE THE CONVERSATION WOULD GO- I LOVE THIS 💞💞💞💞

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #ace trappola #deuce spade #twisted wonderland yuu #twst grim #DreamSMP inspired #ask #submission

[themurphyzone]

All Time Travelers Go to Heaven Ch 13

Oh hey it’s the number 13! The unlucky number! Also, some religion. 

Uploading this so it’ll be Friday the Thirteenth on Eastern Standard Time (US). Everyone else can enjoy the chapter a few hours earlier or later depending on your time zone!!!

Ch 13- Sanctuary

“It would be less obvious to take you to the Murphys’ church rather than going directly to their home,” Brick explained as the limo pulled into the downtown area. “Savannah and I determined through careful observation that Brigette Murphy regularly visits the church by herself while her husband and daughter are at work and school. Luckily for you, today would be one of those times.” 

Milo’s eyes were fixed on the aquarium in the backseat. “I can’t believe I get to meet my mom,” he murmured. “You think she’ll look like me?” 

Vinnie ruffled his hair. “Maybe. Or you could take after your dad. Who knows?” 

Balthazar barely paid attention as Brick rattled off details of the Murphy family. Something about a safety inspector, an architect, and a comic book store. 

If this was indeed Milo’s biological family, they at least had a steady income. He could have a sister. He would be able to go to school like any other child. 

So why did he feel as though he was abandoning Milo? Due to circumstances beyond their control, the Murphys had missed out when Milo chose his name, his first time purchasing clothes he liked, or seen the laughter when Milo touched a horse for the first time. 

It hadn’t been a week, and he was already fond of Milo. No wonder emotional attachments were highly discouraged for agents. It made it hard to think properly. 

But it was for the best. 

And he wished he could convince himself that. 

The limo pulled up to the steps of the Danville Catholic Church, the steeple towering high over the other buildings. A stained glass window of a dove was set above the heavy wooden doors. 

He and Vinnie had passed by the church several times back when they were still lowly pistachio sellers. Now that he had to go inside, it was starting to look more ominous by the minute. Churches just didn’t agree with him. Not after the blackout he had in the Puritan era. 

“Before you leave, there’s one more thing I must ask you to do,” Brick said sternly as they exited the limo. “You will not reveal to Brigette Murphy that Milo is her son on the grounds of the church. That information is best reserved for a private conversation.”

The limo sped off, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. 

“We’d better get inside before anyone sees us,” Balthazar said. He placed his hands behind his back, his fingers twitching to clutch the watch. The habit was spiraling out of control. 

In a matter of minutes, the tub of holy water burst, a candle claimed a painting of the Last Supper, and four crosses had splintered. 

“Echo!” Milo shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Hello! Salsa!”

Balthazar sat down in one of the front rows, ignoring the oily water that was covering the back area of the church. He rested his head on the pew in front of him, the watch trembling under his shirt. 

Vinnie rested a hand on his back. “Maybe you oughta lie down.”

You can never come back.

“Dakota,” Balthazar gasped. “I think...I think it’s happening again.” 

The ticking was the only thing he could think about. It filled his mind, the hands beating without end. 

“Try and fight it,” Vinnie urged quietly. His grip tightened on Balthazar’s hands. 

A swift end will come to those who reject heaven. You cannot fight it. 

He couldn’t.

He just couldn’t....

Balthazar’s vision darkened, and the collar of Vinnie’s shirt was the last thing he felt as the accusatory voices took hold, dragging him away to some unknown, lonely place. 

Heavy metal chains and locks bolted him to the chair, its monstrous four legs parading him through the flames while horrible, grotesque demons cackled and jeered. 

They prodded his face with sharp sticks. 

They grabbed the chains and forcefully yanked in every direction, forcing him to gasp for the heavy, stuffy air that made it almost impossible to breathe. 

They appeared out of nowhere, their faces melding with the brimstone walls, fangs bared in horrible toothy grins as they delighted and reveled in his humiliation. 

The chair ground to a halt at the end of the long hallway. 

“GUILTY,” a chorus of voices proclaimed. 

Balthazar couldn’t speak. Only a hoarse cry came out, his desperate plea falling on indifferent ears. 

“GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!”

A wall crumbled away, and a clawed, red hand reached through to drag him to his punishment....

And a spray of cold water hit his face. 

Balthazar’s eyes flew open, and he groaned as another wave of mist hit them. “Was that necessary?” he complained. He tried to sit up, only for his chest to feel like it was on fire. He grimaced in pain. 

Vinnie set the spray bottle down, throwing a wad of slightly damp paper towels at him. “Your watch was burning you,” he said. “I tried taking it off, but you were thrashing around so much and screaming when I barely touched the strap so...yeah. And I needed to cool the watch down.” 

The watch had burned him? He gingerly unbuttoned his dress shirt, carefully peeling the rather warm watch away from his skin. Sure enough, there was a red circular imprint where the watch had been. 

He dabbed the area with a damp paper towel, wincing as the edge brushed the sensitive area. 

“It’s not too deep,” Vinnie sighed. “And don’t worry about Milo. I sent him out to get paper towels before your episode hit its high point.”

Balthazar looked away. “He’s seen me have one before.”

Milo had survived countless unethical experiments. Surely he would be able to handle a caretaker who occasionally hallucinated eternal damnation. 

However, he knew Vinnie would disagree if he said it out loud. 

“Not one as bad as this,” Vinnie murmured. “He handled it a lot better than me the first time. I had to make it up to you. I was so mad at you after the first time. I shouldn’t have gotten that mad. But no, past me just can’t seem to be there when you need it.” 

Balthazar sat up, ignoring the pain in his chest. He lifted Vinnie’s chin up so they could look each other in the eyes with no hesitation. “We had this conversation earlier,” he said sternly. “You’re not to blame and I will not allow you to leave this room until you see that. Understand?”  

“You mean it?” Vinnie asked. There was something odd about his hesitance now. It shifted to another place. 

But where? 

If he wanted Balthazar to answer, then he shouldn’t have been leaning in that closely.

He chose to ignore it, nodding. “Absolutely.” 

A door slammed against the wall, and Balthazar jumped, quickly buttoning his shirt up before Milo could see the burn on his chest. He would have to get some ointment for that later. 

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to bang it that hard!” Milo exclaimed, not noticing that he was covered head to toe in paper towels. He rushed over, dumping two rolls next to Balthazar. “I guess I kind of took a while, huh? You’re alright now?” 

Vinnie shook his head. “Nah, your timing’s fine.” 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Balthazar said, hoping to wave away his concern. 

Milo still didn’t look convinced. “You weren’t fine. You were clinging to Mr. Dakota and shouting,” he said. 

Why did his companions feel the need to restate previous conversations? He was getting tired of repeating himself. 

“You got paper towels all over you, kid. Did the dispenser vomit on you or something?” Vinnie chuckled as he discarded all the loose towels from Milo’s head. 

“No,” Milo said, still looking concerned. He was expecting an answer. 

Balthazar was glad Vinnie had switched to another topic so rapidly. It was wise to avoid another long, draining argument. 

Especially when the other party was a boy who was all smiles even when life handed him the short end of the stick. He couldn’t begin to imagine a Milo unwilling to speak with him. 

“-so then she said she’d put in a request at the church office to clean up the water before weekend service. She was really nice about it too. It was funny, she said the office was used to her requests anyway,” Milo explained, his concern replaced by excitement. “Oh, and she’s coming by the chapel, so if we stay long enough, you guys can meet her!” 

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Balthazar reminded him. “We’re on a lookout for Brigette Murphy, remember?”

“Brigette?” Milo gasped, jumping back in surprise. “You mean-”

“Wait, that woman you were describing, did you happen to get her name?” Balthazar asked. Brick and Savannah had left out any physical features, nor did they have a picture, so dumb luck was all they had in picking her out from all the other church patrons.  

Milo nodded, grinning. “I found Brigette! I found-oh my gosh, I found my mom! I dunno, I don’t think I look like her though. And she doesn’t seem like the abandoning type. She’s really nice.” 

“This is great, Milo! I love a good coincidence, isn’t that right, Balthy?” Vinnie grinned and elbowed him. 

“Right,” Balthazar said. “Milo, I know this is exciting for you, but we cannot reveal your biological relationship to her just yet. It should wait for a more opportune time.”

Not even that warning could deter Milo. He was sure the boy wouldn’t slip up, but he also wore his heart on his sleeve. 

And Balthazar wanted to meet Brigette and her family first before entrusting Milo to them. Based on Brick’s observations, they were likely good people.

As far as Milo knew, his family abandoned him. Yet he was still excited to meet them. 

He didn’t know how to be suspicious. 

“I never caught your name, you know,” someone said. They glanced over to a side door, and a woman with short, dark blonde hair waved at them. “Hello, you must be his guardians.” 

“My name’s Milo!” he exclaimed. “This is Mr. Dakota, and next to him is Mr. Cavendish!” 

Vinnie waved at her. “You don’t have to include the mister part for us, don’t worry.”

“Is your name Brigette by any chance?” Balthazar asked. “Apparently you and Milo had a fascinating conversation.” 

Brigette smiled, shaking hands with Balthazar and Vinnie. “Yes, I’m Brigette. Nice to meet you. And it was no problem, I was just helping out. The church office has a separate box for my husband. It was easy to stick in a cleanup note along with a half dozen other repair jobs.”

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Milo. “Are you all right?” he asked. 

Brigette nodded. “I’m fine. Your cowlick just reminded me of someone, that’s all. Don’t mind me.” Her voice wavered slightly. “Would you three like to join my family for dinner? It’s been a while since we had guests.”

Vinnie nodded eagerly. “Yes! Thanks so much! Come on you two, it’ll be fun!”  

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t turn down a free meal.” 

“Where else are we supposed to get one?” Vinnie asked. 

But he was right. And Balthazar certainly wasn’t wasting this opportunity. 

“We’ll be happy to accept,” Balthazar said. 

Milo smiled. “Are you a good cook?”

“I think so. It’s not really one of my main talents though. That honor goes to being an architect,” Brigette admitted. “But someone’s gotta do it, right?” 

“Tell me about it,” Vinnie muttered. “Last time Balthy cooked, he wouldn’t leave me alone because he couldn’t tell when the noodles for spaghetti were ready.” 

Well, excuse him for not wanting to throw it at the refrigerator as Vinnie instructed. He didn’t want to clean carbohydrates and water off the surface, thank you. 

“Well, let me give you my address so you can come over later,” Brigette said, reaching into her purse. 

She didn’t realize they had no means of transportation other than walking. He supposed he could call a taxi, but he’d rather save the dwindling wad of cash they had for food or other emergencies. 

And it would be easy for an agent to pose as a driver. It was far too risky.

“Ma’am, while I appreciate the gesture, we don’t have a way of getting to your home,” Balthazar said. “You see, we became homeless recently and we can’t even afford gas.” 

It was technically true, even if he did oversimplify the situation. 

“Oh,” Brigette said, her gaze softening. “Then why don’t I give you a lift? There’s plenty of room in my car. It’s no trouble.”

“That sounds great,” Vinnie said. 

“I’m sure Martin and Sara would love to meet all of you,” Brigette smiled. But there was something...sad about it. At first Balthazar thought it was because he mentioned being homeless, but then she reached towards Milo, as if she wanted a closer look at his face. She thought better of it, pulling away. “Do you mind if I go pray for a few minutes? I’m sorry, it’s something I’ve done for years. Ever since one of...since one of my children died shortly after birth.” 

She rushed off to the opposite side, quickly kneeling on a bench in front of a statue of Mary, her head bowed in prayer. 

Milo gripped Balthazar’s arm. “Do you think I have another sibling?” he whispered, his eyes wide. 

“I’m not sure,” Balthazar admitted. “But you were certainly not abandoned.”

His theory was that someone from the Bureau had lied to Brigette and her family about her son dying after birth.

Savannah and Brick likely never realized that aspect of the story. It hadn’t been in the file they’d given him that contained all the background information on Milo. They only looked at facts and consequences, but never the hurricane of emotions that followed. 

Vinnie pulled Milo close to him, stroking his hair soothingly. “It’s complicated, huh?” 

Milo nodded silently, curling into a ball on the pew. His head rested on Vinnie’s leg. Balthazar inched closer so that his side touched Milo. He really wasn’t sure what he could say, so he hoped a tiny amount of physical contact was enough to reassure him. 

Brigette’s back was turned to them, but it didn’t escape Balthazar’s notice that she reached up and touched the baby in Mary’s arms. 

#milo murphy's law #all time travelers go to heaven #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #brigette murphy #religion just a heads up

[gaaragirl22]

Chapter two

Hey! You guys ready to see how Harrys dealing with his Dear Captain attentions being taking or how about what Gils been up to!?! Before I forget the beginning half before the two months marker is a progule telling Iridessa mother story. All mistakes are mine~~also I’ve never read the books so these are pure head cannon. ENJOY!!

Ashnah fought to stand as she watched Merryweather, Flora and Fauna flint into the room. Their wings bringing a low glow into the room allowing her to fully see the dark robes the others were wearing. The sound of heavy rain following in their wake as though the heavens knew what they planned.

“Ashnah…Dear, we know it’s hard to fully understand but some…” Flora trails off looking to Fairy Godmother. Her hands wringing around her wand.

“Are just born Evil. It’s something we need to accept…”

“If I held that same belief,” She whispers looking to Adam and Belle. Her vision wavering as she walks towards them. “ You would have never met!” At her tone her daughter beginnings to whimper. As she tries to soothe her cries she can feels her slipping from her arms she frantically tries to hold her closer…she may be tried but even in her most exhausted state she hadn’t wavered. “Change can happen it takes time and patience-”

“And a willingness to change.” Belle interjects. Taking her husband’s hand she walks forward stopping a few feet before her. “It’s not only us who fear these Villains and their children there are other kingdoms that need our protection and guidance….please Ashnah.”

Her world began to sway as the thunder rumbled from outside the room her daughter cries rising in volume. Dropping to her knees struggling to hold on to her cane, she sees what was bringing about this weakness.

An absorbing stone! They weren’t here to attempt to change her mind…. they were here to capture her. As her daughter opens her mouth to cry aloud. She can feel her own tears fall her heart twisting as she struggles against the encroaching darkness. I’m so sorry, My love…

Two months later If one were to ask anyone on the isle about Captain Hooks only son, Harry Hook, you’re bound to hear a variety of things… “He’s insane! I once saw him challenge a poster to a staring contest…and WON!”

OR

“He’s a flirt! Personal space isn’t a thing he fully understands…I kinda like it.”

OR even.

“He’s Uma lapdog! Comes scurrying anytime that little shrimp-UGH.”

But only one opinion matters to Dear Harry, his Captains…

“He’s my first mate…Are you gonna order or what!?!?”

So we find Harry sitting in Ursula’s fish shop watching his Dear Captain speak in hushed tones to the new girl…he watched as she allowed her to stand close and touch her, even allowing her to cook in the kitchen!

She rarely lets him go back there!

Jumping up with a growl he kicks his seat over. She’s only been here for two months! She hasn’t earned the right to touch Uma she’s barely earned the right to look at her.

Stalking towards Uma who was scanning one of Gils designs for the ship he doesn’t notice how fast the other crew members were scurrying out of his way. His eyes glued to his Captain… the firelight causing her skin to glitter, her hair seeming to shift between midnight blue and seafoam silver. As she looks up with a raised brow causing him to nearly stumble as she stared directly into his eye’s.

No One looks him in the eyes save for his sister and on the off chance he can warrant his attention…his father. When he finally grew curious enough to care as to why they’ve said because when they look too deeply they can feel themselves falling to madness and while that description made him giggle and was great fun for some time he grew bored of people avoiding his eyes…it didn’t stop him from tormenting but it wasn’t as fun…till he met Uma.

The one who doesn’t-no, won’t look away instead she’ll laughs or scoff. The one who knows the method to his madness, who knows how to rail him back from that edge…or fall over it with him. As he slides to her sides making a point to lean close.The new girl comes out of the kitchen carrying a large dish that smells strongly of spice. Gil rushes over with a wide grin trying to grab the dish. He watches as she sits it beside Uma shooing Gil’s hands away. Offering Uma the first bite…not just offering holding it out as though it was an Auradon delicacy.

Grabbing Uma’s arm he glares murderously at the new girl. He doesn’t care how useful Uma thinks this girl is! She was taking privileges with Uma that raised his hackles. Glaring he fails to notice that Uma’s mood has now moved past amused to…very…agitated. “Harry!” She shouts yanking her arm back. Looking first at the silent crowd that was eagerly watching the trio. She looks up into his eyes.“Let’s talk…”

As she leads him into the kitchen he can’t help but send the new girl a grin and a wave. Standing in the cramp kitchen Harry can’t help but stare as Uma pushes out the workers. Like a raging monsoon or perhaps a better description would be a tsunami she sweeps them out all waving arms and cutting glances, before turning to him. A chill goes down his spine as her eyes settle on his.

This was gonna be fun.

She leans against the countertop flicking her hair back with a huff. “What’s got you so deep in your feelings?” She asks staring him down.

He could answer honestly and say that he wants to hook the new girl within an inch of her life…but he’s still not sure how close they were. The safer bet would be to blame Mal or any of the other traitorous VKs.

“I saw that it was close to cotillion time again and couldn’t help but imagine you in one of Gil’s frocks.” He answers stalking closer he reaches out to touch her hair.pausing as she grabs his wrist her touch causing another chill to take him. Her touch almost felt like a burn as his attention went fully to it. He looked down into her face she was looking at him as though she could read his soul and…found the pieces he was hiding.

“Right…Iridessa-” She began letting go of his wrist . Pausing as he decides to come lean beside as though he couldn’t be away from her side for long. “is helping me figure out how we’re getting off the island. So I need you to be on your best behavior.”

“Why haven’t you brought me in on the deal?” He leans closer catching a whiff of her hair. The scent of sea salt and vanilla making his mouth water for a taste. Raking his hand through his hair he refocuses on her voice.

“When I’m sure that this plan can’t fail…trust me, I’ll let you know.”

“Wait-”

“Uh, who’s the captain,again?”She asks folding arms straightening her back to come to her full height….a few inches below his shoulder.

“You are.” He concedes with a smirk. A shiver going down his spine as she puts her hands on her hips.

“You are?”

“First mate.” He moves to stand before almost Kneeling to get in her line of site his breath leaving his lungs as her eyes settle on his with a smirk that can only be described as sweet.

“That’s right. Don’t worry I won’t leave you in the dark too long…just long enough to make sure this is legit.” She runs her fingers through his hair rising a sigh from him. “Let’s get back out there. Remember best behavior.”

As she walks away he takes a moment to catch his thoughts before they wander too far into x rated territory. Walking back into the dining hall he see’s Uma sitting next to the new girl….Iridessa. Quietly he moves to slide up to Uma’s side making sure that she sees him. Grabbing a bite off her plate he sees that Uma has a list written in what looked like a foreign script. It would help if he knew how to read…glancing over Uma’s head to see her smirking with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she touched Uma’s arm.

Uma had asked him to be on his best behavior….but she didn’t say anything about Gils.

// // //

Standing outside of the Villains villia for a good four hours wasn’t what Gil had in mind for his first off day in a long while. But Uma said if he watches for at least a day she’d let him rework the ship’s layout. Working on that would prove to be the most fun and stressful thing he’s ever done. Telling his father that he preferred sewing and creating things instead of fighting or destroying property almost paled in comparison…until he remembered how hard it was to explain that he wasn’t quitting Uma’s crew he just wasn’t focusing on the family business.

Anyway back to his duties Uma said that the Villains might say something that could be useful to them….how? Magic was useless unless you get out of the barrier and even then you’d need a magic item as powerful as Fairy Gods mother wand to bring down the barrier. Mal’s mom had a pretty powerful staff but she’s a lizard, now.

Groaning he reaches into his shirt pulling out the sack of snacks Iridessa gave him since he missed all the clam crisps. As he munched on the dried and spiced roots he sees Evil queen walking out with a bunch in hand along with her every present mirror. Cruelle followed behind yelling instructions to some poor fool who wished to fill the spot their children left.

Quietly….well as quiet as he can be follows the two listening as their conversation varies between old lady talk, ‘Remember when I had control over the entire north west border…Oh those were the times.’ and their desire to act like they weren’t using the five fingers discount. After what feels like hours Gil decides he’s had enough. He’ll just find some other way to rework the ship’s design. As he moves to leave Evil queen asks a question of Cruelle the stops him cold.

“What do you think happened to my magic mirror?” She inquires staring into a particularly shiniest pot.

“The same thing that happened to Maleficent’s spell book…that museum!”

“Oh I don’t know maybe my evie stills uses it…keeps a little bit of me with her…you know?”

“You just want the mirror back!!” Cruelle cackles.

“Yes! Can you blame me? Fits right in the palm of your hand. You can do a complete outfit check and find the nearest prince.”

They rest of their conversation dissolves into bickering but Gil was already gone. His excitement at hearing some kind of useful information makes him tear down the street and straight into Harry.

“What’s put a flame under your feet, Gilly?” He asks grinning widely as he grips the back of his shirt as he tries to walk away.

“Oh, it’s nothing…really! I just got to get to Uma… really fast.”

“Oh, well.” Harry sighed releasing his collar. “That I can understand….about what exactly.”

Taking a step back Gil eye’s the first mate with his usual exasperated expression. He wasn’t going like this…like at all.

“I would tell you, really, I would but Iridessa said that this is like a super secret mission so…” His stomach dropped as Harry’s face slowly took a frightening journey. His eyes squinting, his smile dropped a hard cough exiting his lungs before he folds in half with a crazed fit of laughter. Leaving Gil to wonder if he can make a break for it…

As he moves to slide past a hand lands on his shoulder the grip tight making him grimace. Slowly he turns back to the face that haunts his nightmares…his only seen it once when he and Uma had falling asleep together on the ship…it was cold and there was only one blanket! It wasn’t his fault!

“Gil,what am I?” Harry asks leaning forward staring intensely into his eyes. His mind began to race. What could he say that wouldn’t get him punched or pushed on his butt. He could say son of Hook but that’s a who not what…maybe a close friend but he might not agree with that. Oh, what about first mate to Uma, he might like that. “Gil!”

No time to pick! “You are Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, close friend and first mate to Uma!?”

After a beat Harry raises a brow, tilting his head. “Right, First mate.” Letting go his shoulder. “As first mate I’m the one Uma comes to for advice and to bounce ideas off of. Which means?”

Not another question he didn’t have the brainpower for this! if he keeps this up he’ll forget what he supposed to tell Uma!

“I’ll find out about this mission she sent you on and…” Harry continues pausing to dust off his shoulder. “I’m sure she won’t be all too happy to hear that one of her crew was trying to go against her.”

His mind begins to race again would he be going against if he kept her order. But Iridessa was the one who told him to keep it a secret…but Uma agreed! Does that count?

“I’ll let you be on your way then…” Harry began offering a deep bow before his back.

“Wait!” Gil shouts his hand outstretched dropping it as Harry turned back with a wide grin. “You’re gonna find out anyway, right?” At Harry’s nod he continues. “Maleficent gave Mal a spell book and there’s a chance it’s in a museum or she has it.” He breathed watching as Harry’s face fell.

“That’s it!” He shouts Throwing his hands on the air before vigorously motion at him. “That was your mission!”

“Hey, I worked hard to get that. You stand outside for hours with only veggie snacks to eat! It’s not as much fun as you would think.” Gil says folding his arms in offense. Dragging his hand down his face he looks up at the sky. With a heavy sigh he reaches into his coat pulling out a small tightly wrapped gray box.

Holding it out he says, “Take this to the new girl.” As Gil takes the box he pulls him close staring into his eyes. “Don’t.Open.It.”

“Where are you going?” Taking the box he’s surprised by its wait. And by the fact that Harry never gets anyone but Uma a gift.

“To Do my duties as first mate.” He tosses over his shoulder as he picks up a rock tossing it in the air.

Shrugging Gil heads to the shop. He had the information and a gift to deliver. What she need the information for wasn’t that important to him. Uma rarely did anything to endanger them. She didn’t force them to join like other crews she just…knew what they wanted and gave it to them. She knew that he had no wish to join the family business so she gave him a way out. Whatever she was gonna do with this info probably won’t be used to hurt them…at least not if Uma wanted it.

#harry x uma #huma #descendants 2 #huma fanfic #wrote the whole thing on my phone #i need a laptop #asap