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Really feeling this fanfic that I’m writing. Here’s a little teaser:

See if you can figure out if they are really playing a game or speaking about something more literal.

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“Have you ever played Chess before?” Uma turns to me.

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well, you don’t really need to know…” she moves her head to the side in dismissal. “But basically, the King is the most important player. You kill the King the game is yours.”

“So, you kill the leader…” my voice fades out as I just fall short of understanding what she’s meaning.

“The rest of the players are yours” she completes before she pauses, seeming to consider something else. “But sometimes you need to sacrifice your own players to win the game.”

#disney descendants #uma #oc #isle of the lost #fanfic

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It would be amazing to see a musical number with the children of the Isle in Dr. Facilier’s arcade dancing around to Bang by AJR. The kind of circus/carnival feel makes it a perfect song for some kind of mischief making.

To see them jumping about and stomping their way across benches and tables. Throwing things around and egging each other on because they have no better way to fill in time.

#disney descendants #Isle of the Lost #dr facilier #headcanon #disney #bang #AJR

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Cat

Summary: Rats are wreaking havoc on board the Lost Revenge. Little to be predicted that it is Gil who comes up with the unlikely solution.

Author’s Note: A little idea I had bouncing around my head for a while.

Warnings: Prominent topic of rats – I don’t know, my mum HATES them so I thought I’d put that down here.

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Harry hangs his head with a curse as his fingers trail past the fraying of a rope. For months the crew had been restringing and replacing ropes in the rigging off and on, but it didn’t get too bad until a little over a week ago.

Now it is a struggle to find someone on the crew whose hands aren’t torn up with rope burn, and Harry’s are one of the worst.

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“The rats get at more of it?” Uma asks Harry as she stops by him.

He only grunts frustratedly as he works away at plaiting another line of rope. His arms jerk and crossover with quick movements, quality control no longer a mindset of his. As long as the rope can hold up the masts – well, that’s great.

“They got into the fruit last night” she tells him, remembering a crewmate bringing her into the hold to show her a sack gnawed open. “Some of the crew are washing what we can spare and throwing out the rest. But it just seems a waste” Uma finishes off in a sigh as she hops up onto a barrel nearby.

“Ideas on where the nest is?” Harry asks, flicking his eyes over to her.

“Behind the crates in the back of the hold” she relays. “Can hear something running around behind them. And they can fit through the gaps between them and the wall.”

“They’ll be inside them” he doesn’t need to finish the sentence with ‘won’t they?’

“Hmm” she hums frustratedly in agreeance, closing her eyes and tipping her head back to the sky.

“What are we going to do?” he asks. “If we move one of the crates, they’ll just run into another.”

“I don’t know” she admits before nodding to the rope, “finish that and then come down to my quarters and we’ll figure something out.”

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“Any ideas?” Harry asks as he shuts the door to the Captain’s Quarters behind him.

“Nah, not really. You?” she refers the question onto him from where she sits at her desk.

“None that I think would work.”

“We’re about the same then” Uma sighs as she leans back in her chair. “Gil says he has an idea but I don’t know where he is. He said he’d meet us down here.”

“I didn’t see him up on the deck” Harry mentions as comes to lean against the desk. In fact, he doesn’t think he’d seen him all day.

“Ah well, let’s just think of something. I can’t be bothered waiting for him” Uma dismisses before the door swings open.

“What’s this grand idea, mate?” Harry asks as Gil steps into the room, holding his arms in a strange way.

“This” he says as if it will explain everything. Though as he turns around from nudging the door closed, Uma and Harry both get a better view of what he holds in his arms – well, one arm to be specific because a singular of his arms dwarfs the thing in size.

“A cat, Gil?” Uma raises an eyebrow. “A cat?”

Gil smiles in excitement, oblivious to Uma’s scepticism. “Well see, I was on my rounds the other day and I was walking through this alley and the cat springs out of nowhere. It was friendly so I gave it a pat and moved on, but it got me thinking about the cats pirates keep on ships to kill the rats.”

“Is this true?” Uma asks Harry while Gil pauses to take a breath.

He hums in agreement, a slow smile spreading on his face at the second mate’s enthusiasm.

Though Uma doesn’t share the same surety for the solution. “Gil, we can’t look after it” she tries to tell him gently. “We don’t have the means to feed it.”

“That’s the thing” Gil turns to her. “It can live off the rats.”

Uma frowns as she processes the idea.

“It’s been living in an alley” Harry points out, “it can clearly look after itself.”

Uma is silent for a little while longer before she turns to Gil. “Right, you’ve sold me. It can stay” she says. “What have you called it?”

“Cat.”

“Yeah, mate that’s what it is. Now what did you call it?” Harry asks.

“Cat” Gil repeats.

“You called the cat, Cat?” Harry finally makes sense of it but is still in disbelief.

“Well, it doesn’t matter to me” Uma settles hitting her hands upon the desk. “Gil, you are responsible for Cat. Now take him to the hold.”

As Gil hurries out of the room to put his plan into action, Uma turns to Harry. “Do you think it’ll work?”

“I don’t see why not” he says without surety. “But how much worse could it get?”

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Weeks later the three of them sit up on the deck alone one night under a cloudy sky. They’d been talking for a bit and drinking from the mugs of rum at their sides, when Uma shifts to sit up straighter, knocking the back of her head against a rope.

Suddenly she laughs and the boys look at her strangely at the sudden outburst.

She looks back at them with her laugh fading into a smile as she explains, “I never thought I’d owe the upkeep of this ship to a cat.”

#disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #Uma #harry hook #gil #the lost revenge #Isle of the Lost #rats #cat

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Hot take:

Is Snow White’s name a first name and a last name or a first name and a middle name?

I’m guessing it’s not supposed to be hyphenated because then it would be spelled that way.

Just never thought of this before.

#disney #snow white #random thoughts

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River of Tears

Summary: A moment between Uma and Harry after his mother has died. Inspired by River of Tears (2015) by Alessia Cara, which helped me through a rough patch of last year.

Author’s Note: I had this mostly typed out on my phone for ages and forgot about it. Not the best thing I’ve written but it’s sentimental to me.

Warnings: None

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Soft sounds of the piano drift through the windows of the kitchen in the Chip Shoppe. Uma gently swaying along as she continues to plunge dishes into the sink, the murky water long gone cold. The sad smile across her face is conflicting because how can she be content listening to the sad songs her first mate plays from the other room?

She hadn’t seen much of him that day - over the last few days really. He’d been with his family since his mother’s illness had worsened earlier in the week until it ended the day before. Uma had tried out using the phrase “passed away” like they do in Auradon, but it seemed too pretty - death isn’t a pretty thing.

A funeral had been held earlier in the day and Uma would have gone in support of Harry, but Captain Hook had made it strictly a family gathering.

Afterward Harry had come to the Chip Shoppe and hung around while she worked. It had been a slow day so she was quite happy for him be around her even if he didn’t say much. When the shoppe closed and the patrons left Uma had disappeared into the kitchen to do the day’s dishes while Harry wondered around before settling at the piano.

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Being so focused on the tune drifting through the shoppe it is a while before Uma realises Harry is singing softly along with it. The sorrowful sound luring her out of the kitchen like a siren song. 

“Lost in the tide, I can't keep my pillows dry Like there's a sea in my eyes I realize that sometimes love brings you flowers Then it builds you coffins…”

Harry’s voice chokes out and the music stops as his hands slide off the keys. The grief of setting his mother down in her barge as a coffin and sending her to sail across the sea for eternity is still too near. His shoulders rise and fall as he breaths deeply, trying to keep crying at bay. 

Watching him, Uma purses her lips and for once invites in the feelings of sympathy. With a sigh she detaches herself from the kitchen doorway where she had stood and makes her way over to the piano bench to sit next to him.

With her shoulder against his, she reaches over to the piano keys and continues the song for him.

“I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean”

She takes a deep breath to steady herself before the song picks up again, and finds that her breath catches slightly.

“Go 'head and wish me well I'll cry a wishing well I'll fly before I fail I'll set sail and drift away

So I won't need you here Love sinks and hope floats In a river of tears In a river of tears”

As she holds the last note, she feels her own tears running down her face. Taking her fingers off the keys she wraps her arms around Harry and he turns toward her, leaning his head against her shoulder as he sobs. 

She says nothing as he cries, content that she can be there for him when he needs someone the most. Breathing in the warmth of his body she blinks away another tear. Harry’s mother had been nothing but nice to her. Just before she’s about to speak Harry draws in a deep breath as he pulls away from her. 

“Don’t think any less of me.”

“I couldn’t, you just lost your mother” Uma promises him, her voice in a higher pitch as she holds back her own sob.

It was now that she is glad that she has never known her dad. She has never known who she had lost, but Harry knows who he had.

She knows she shouldn’t condone tears from anyone in her crew, condone any weakness – especially not in her first mate. That she herself shouldn’t provide comfort of any sort. Though she ignores all this as she raises her hand to cup Harry’s face and doesn’t brush his tears away.

#disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #harry hook #uma #huma #whump

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Just had a thought about Uma seeing Captain Hook around the wharf and he initiates a greeting in some way – whether to her or someone she’s with. And she turns to him deadpan, and goes:

“How’s it going, James?”

In the most patronising and sassy way. Since it’s like she’s trying to play nice but her voice is just so bitter. And by calling him James without the use of his title, she is also undermining him and his position on the wharf.

And I’d… I’d just like to see that…

#disney #disney descendants #random thoughts #uma #captain hook

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In a dungeon somewhere, Harry cuffed to the walls.

Harry, pretending to be drunk and singing: There once was an aunt from Lorraine with an incredible tolerance for pain. She had a nasty habit involving a chicken, a frog, and a rabbit.

Captor: I expected more from a man of your reputation. I don’t suppose you have any idea where I could find Uma and Gil?

Harry, shaking his head: Never heard of them

Captor: You pirates. You’re very arrogant. And foolish. And you’re so…

Harry, smiling: Sexy?

Captor: It’s a wonder it took me so long to catch you.

Harry: You didn’t!

Captor: I beg your pardon?

Harry, dropping the drunk façade: You didn’t… catch me.

Captor: And what exactly are you doing here?

Harry: Catching you. *Proceeds to attack and debilitate everyone in the room*

Source: The Three Musketeers (2011)

#disney #disney descendants #incorrect descendants quotes #harry hook #isle of the lost #lost revenge #the three musketeers #idea I had ages ago

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Five Lashes   (part 4)

Warnings: Abuse

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The voices from the hallway started off as an unintelligible echo from the other side of the door. Somehow in the back of Uma’s mind she knew they were important but she couldn’t focus on trying to decipher them, lost in her thoughts as she continued to watch over Harry. It was a knock at the door that pulled her out of it.

“Oh, there you are Captain” Uma turns around to see Gil leaning through the doorway. Even without him saying anymore, she knows there’s a problem from the way he seems to bounce agitatedly on the spot. While he looks at her, Uma moves her hand towards Harry – a silent question of whether she should get him up – Gil’s bouncing stops and he immediately shakes his head.

Quietly Uma pushes her chair away from the bed and moves to join Gil in the hallway.

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“What’s wrong?” Uma asks after she closes the door behind them.

“Jonas has got it. We thought you might be in the kitchen for dinner so we went there first, but you weren’t there. Then we went to the infirmary to see if you were with Harry, but neither of you were there – obviously” he rambles as his hands fidget in front of him.

“Gil what’s it?” Uma circles back, none of his words making any sense.

“So, we split up and I went to check for you in Harry’s room cause I thought you might be with him” Gil continues on, not hearing Uma’s question.

“Gil” Uma grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him against a wall in an effort to settle him down. “What is it?”

“We found it when we came back from our rounds” Gil explains to which Uma rolls her eyes. She’s about to pull him forward to slam him back against the wall and scream at him to ‘for God sake tell her what it is’, but suddenly she hears another voice call out to her.

“Captain!” Jonas calls as he runs toward her from the direction of her Captain’s quarters – he must have gone there to look for her. As he approaches, Uma sees that he’s holding some loosely folded cord in his hands. “We found it sitting on the deck when we got back from our rounds.”

When his footfall stops in front of her, he holds out what he’s carrying. Uma wants to recoil at the sight of the whip, she doesn’t want to touch it, but her hands reflexively move out to grab it. Briefly her mind marvels at the craftmanship before she feels like she’s been punched in the stomach at the sight of the blood on its tail. Harry’s blood.

She stumbles back a step, the air knocked out of her lungs. Her heart hammers in her chest as her lungs contract in shallow breaths, fingers weakly closing around the tail. Suddenly the hallway seems too small, the walls closing in around her. She needs air.

In a trance she moves through the corridors of the ship and up onto the deck. She’s vaguely aware of Gil whispering something to Jonas before he follows her, keeping a few paces behind her to give her space. Up on the deck under the night sky Gil sits himself down on a barrel while Uma passes circles, still staring at the whip.

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Even on the ship above the waves the only sound Uma can hear is her heart. It’s a threat. Captain Hook – or one of his lackeys at least – boarded her ship. Invaded her ship to get to Harry. Harry who would still be recovering from his wounds for weeks to come. It’s a threat. But what could she do?

Her feet lead her off the ship before her brain can catch up with what they’re doing. Behind her she hears Gil jump off the barrel and run to follow her. She can tell he’s confused as he slows down next to her but he doesn’t say anything as they walk along the wharf. In all honesty, she’s not sure she can explain if he asks, not really sure what she’s doing herself. She only knows where she’s going.

When she gets there, she stops. Toying the whip in her hands she looks upon the Jolly Rodger. All lights on the ship are out apart from the lanterns on the deck lighting the way to the lower decks. Uma had been here with Harry many times and it would usually be inviting with all its grandeur, but now it looks menacing and unfamiliar. She knows it has nothing to do with the dark.

Still twisting the whip in her hands, she looks over at the main post and is thankful that Hook had his crew scrub the deck so she didn’t have to see the blood that had stained the planks beneath it. In her mind she can hear the sound of screams that Harry had never cried and shuts her eyes.

“Gil” she says simply as she opens her eyes and turns to him. Her tone is too bright for the situation and it sets the boy slightly on edge. “Thoughts on a whip being able to mark a ship?”

“I don’t see why not” he considers, shrugging his shoulders.

A malicious smile spreads on Uma’s face as she unfolds the whip and steps closer to the ship. “Stand back then” she warns him over her shoulder.

With Gil safely out of the way Uma grips the whip tightly. This isn’t Auradon, but she knows she should feel bad about what she’s going to do – this was her first mate’s home after all. But she doubts Harry will ever consider it as his home again. So, she lets the tail swing.

The first mark isn’t as straight as she would have liked but the sound of the leather hitting the wood is satisfying, although it’s not particularly subtle. Not that she minded – let the Captain come out and watch her mark his ship. After her last slash, she steps back to marvel at her work.

Four lines run vertically parallel with a fifth slashing through them on the diagonal. A tally – five lashes.

In the reflection of the water, she sees lanterns being lit from the wharf behind her – the sound of the whip having startled families awake. But she’s in no rush to move as they file out onto the wharf to investigate the commotion. Let them know who did this, who made an example of the Captain like he did to his son.

“What are you going to do with it?” Gil asks her gesturing to the whip as they set about their way back to the Lost Revenge.

Uma looks down at it, she hadn’t considered what to do with it. Looking back at the Jolly Rodger she knows that she would not give it back. “I think I’ll keep it” she proclaims as she folds it in her hands.

“You don’t think we should throw it in the water? Harry” – Gil considers before Uma interrupts him.

“If we throw it in the water it could wash up on the shores and anyone could get it. If we keep it, we control it.”

“But Harry” – Gil starts before he’s interrupted again.

“It’s not the whip that does the damage, it’s the person behind it” Uma reminds him. “Harry won’t care as long as it’s out of the hands of his father.”

Gil doesn’t protest but Uma can tell he’s still uneasy about it.

“I won’t use it” she assures him. “But if Hook tries to hurt Harry again” she pauses looking back toward the Jolly Rodger, her hand gripping tighter around the whip’s handle, “I’ll do far worse than mark his ship.”

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #harry hook #uma #gil #isle of the lost #whump

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Five Lashes   (part 3)

Warnings: Abuse

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In his room, Harry kicks off his boots while Uma pulls back the sheets on his bed. “What is it?” he asks her as he sits on his mattress, knowing that her mind is ticking away behind her silence.

“A pirate at the chip shop” Uma starts. “He said you didn’t even scream.”

Harry shakes his head.

Uma’s heart drops at the confirmation. She knew Harry could be unhinged and a little insane, but for him not to show such a basic human reaction as pain, disturbed her deeply. Many thoughts consumed her mind: she wasn’t sure whether it was because he was accustomed to it or if the instinct had been deleted from his brain entirely, but the only word she could form was, “how?”

“I know what you’re thinking” Harry tells her. It wasn’t a secret that part of him was insane and she knew it. But he shakes his head at the thought of being completely deranged, “it’s not that I don’t feel it. I just didn’t show it purely out of spite.”

Uma doesn’t know why but she laughs in what she thinks is a mix of shock and relief.

“If I can not show it, he can’t get the satisfaction of hurting me” Harry continues to explain.

“I… I hate that that makes sense to me” Uma stutters in disbelief before turning serious, “but it does scare me.”

Harry’s facial expression turns blank and he blinks at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain.

“Even when I was patching you up it was like you didn’t feel anything” Uma begins. “And I know it hurt you, Harry. Your skin – God your skin” she takes a shaky breath. “It was so red and it was hot, but you didn’t react even though it was just me and Gil there.”

“I know” Harry agrees. “But if I gave into it, it would be like giving dad the satisfaction even though he wasn’t there. Like he would just somehow know.”

“But he wasn’t there” Uma reminds him, “and he’s not here now. I know it still hurts you, Harry.” She eyes him worriedly as she sits next to him. “I guess what I’m trying to say is: do you not trust me?”

At her words Harry breathes deeply and angles himself on the mattress to face her better. “Of course, I trust you” the words flow out of him easily, “you think I would have come to you if I didn’t? I could have just as easily gone to Harriet.”

Uma blinks at him. She’d got the answer she wanted but the worry doesn’t leave her eyes. “Then why don’t you show how much you’re hurting?” she begs him. “In case you haven’t realised, I don’t care, Harry. There’ve been countless time when you’ve let me cry on your shoulder and you’ve held me until I fell asleep. And I know things don’t often swing both ways around here, but when I ask you, I just want you to show you trust me and be honest with me when you answer: are you okay?”

For a few painful seconds Uma sits in the silence, her heart hammering in her chest. Never had she bared her soul like that, asked so much from someone. Just as she was settling on resigning to rejection, she sees Harry shake his head.

Uma’s not going to lie and say the answer surprised her, though she knew what made it hurt most was the fact that he was finally admitting it. But he’s still holding back, she can see it in the way his jaw is clenched.

“Come on, Harry. Spit it out” she encourages, but all he does is draw in a deep, shaking breath. She can tell that he’s fighting not to cry and can’t will himself to say anything. Knowing that she needs to take the lead on this, she motions for him to come closer to her. Following her instruction, he turns to face her directly and folds his legs in front him.

With her first mate now settled ahead of her, Uma pushes herself forward onto his legs and extends her own on either side of his hips so that they are nearly chest to chest. She slightly bends her legs to remain balanced and anchors one hand on her knee. With her other hand she reaches around the back of his neck and pulls him into her shoulder, careful not to touch too far down where the whiplashes start.

At their close contact and Uma starting to move her thumb in circles in his hairline, Harry finally allows himself to cry. Uma wishes she could wrap her arms around him as she feels his arms move around her waist while he cries, but she knows it would only hurt him. She wishes even more that he could cry openly without the threat of pulling stitches and being resigned to strained whimpers and sniffles. But all to soon it stops and he pulls away, wiping the tears from his face.

As he sits back against his hands, Uma pushes herself off him and crosses her legs. “Do you want any rum? Might help you sleep better” she suggests sympathetically, knowing that it would also help with dulling the pain.

“Smells like him” Harry rejects, his voice is thick from crying and he sniffles into the back of his hand.

Uma understands him not wanting to be reminded of his father at this point, so she doesn’t push it. But she does want to push him for something else. “Why did he do it?” she asks him. “What did you say to him?”

“I don’t even know” Harry says while he gets his thoughts together. “As soon as I got up this mornin’ he made this passin’ comment – I can’t even remember what it was. But I know that I didn’t like his tone” Harry breathes shakily. “I shoulda left it – I know I shoulda left it – but today I couldn’t be bothered taking it. So, when I responded my tone matched his, he didn’t like it, and things escalated.”

“How’d they escalate?”

“The usual: he yells, I yell, he calls me the family disappointment, I spit something back” Harry sighs. “But this time it felt different.”

“Different?”

Harry pauses for a second and Uma knows that if he wasn’t hurt, he would have shrugged his shoulders. “It was more passionate – for lack of better word. Not so much in what we said but the looks we gave each other.”

Uma purses her lips as she realises, “you looked him in the eyes, didn’t you?”

There was no greater challenge to someone’s dominance on the Isle than looking them in the eyes, especially while in some kind of altercation.

“Aye, I looked him in the eye” Harry admits, looking down at his legs in shame.

“Hey” Uma says as she shuffles closer to him again, lifting up his chin with her hand. “That’s normal. Of course, at some point you’re going to challenge him” she smiles at him. “You’re growing up, Harry. You can’t live under him forever.”

The corners of Harry’s mouth turn up in a quick smile before it fades.

Uma’s smile fades as well. “But I don’t see how you lookin’ him in the eye warrants him to do that to you.”

From what she’d heard of the old punishment, a major offense needed to be committed, something like theft from within the crew or treason. Looking someone in the eye, even on the Isle, didn’t come close to any of that.

Harry looks away from her chewing at his lip, his hands fidgeting in front of him. Uma watches him hesitate a few times before he turns back to her and speaks, “he doesn’t need a reason anymore.”

Uma feels her eyes go wide hearing that Harry’s father would punish him so severely just because he could – just for fun. She reaches forward and brushes away a falling tear from his face with her thumb, leaving her hand against his cheek. Seeing him once again fighting not to cry, she pulls herself into him again.

“He said that I was lucky he didn’t go right down to the bone” Harry says into her shoulder.

She says nothing as she runs her hand through his hair, because what can you say to that? So, she loses track of time while she lets them sit in silence, feeling Harry’s breaths slow and him relax against her.

“You should get some sleep” Uma says after awhile as she gets off of him. As she hops off the bed, she feels Harry’s hand close around her wrist, begging her not to go. “I’m not going anywhere” she promises so that he lets go and she can go grab a chair to bring by the bed.

Uma knows that he would rather her share the bed with him – she would prefer that too. But she wasn’t willing to risk bumping his stitches in the close confinement. But once she’d sat herself down beside the bed, she finds his hand and holds it until he falls asleep.

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #harry hook #uma #gil #huma #isle of the lost #whump

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Five Lashes   (part 2)

Warnings: Abuse

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That night her shift in the Chip Shop was relatively slow, which suited her fine seeing the day that she’d had. There were few people at the tables and most of them were peaceful as they ate their food without complaint.

It was kind of boring with a lack of customers to wait on. So, she often found herself observing her cracking nail polish while she leaned on the front counter, waiting for a job to pop up. She was contemplating going to start a conversation with Cook when her ears pricked up.

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“Did you hear about what the old crazy did to his son this mornin’?” she hears a pirate say to another in one of the booths next to the counter. It was no mystery to her that ‘old crazy’ referred to Harry’s father.

“Who didn’t?” the other pirate replies. “Were you there?”

“Yeah, fishing off the wharf I was, when he did all that.”

“I heard ‘e strung ‘im up to the mast and let ‘im hang there.”

“Nah, ye heard wrong” the first pirate shakes his head, “just to the main post.”

The other pirate shrugs, taking a bite of fish from his plate.

His friend does the same before continuing, “took it like a champ though, he did. Didn’t even scream.”

Uma’s heart hammers in her chest. She doesn’t want to, but she can’t help picturing Harry with his hands chained to the main post, on his knees while his father slashes his whip across his bare back. All the while Harry takes it without a sound.

“Ye even know why he did it?”

“Apparently the young lad mouthed him off.” If Uma isn’t mistaken, she can see the hint of a smile on the first pirate’s face.

The other pirate laughs. “Takes some guts to do that.”

“Aye” the first pirate agrees. “Wish someone else would do that some time. But you didn’t hear that from me.” He bows his head before both pirates end the conversation, chugging down the rest of their beer.

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When Cook gave Uma the signal that her shift was over, she couldn’t have torn her apron off any faster. She threw it away once the tie was undone, not caring that she was leaving it in the middle of the floor, and raced off back to the Lost Revenge.

Once on the ship, she made her way down to the infirmary where she had left Harry to rest up before she had left for her shift. Stepping into the room she finds the bed empty and grumbles in frustration. Walking through the hallways to Harry’s room she mumbles to herself, complaining about how he never stays put.

Finding his room empty as well she hits the wall with her fist, only calming down when the pain tells her she may have overreacted. She takes a breath before setting back down the hallway to Gil’s room, rubbing at her hand while she walks.

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“What are you doing up?” Uma says leaning against the doorway, when she finds Harry talking with Gil in his room. “You should be in bed.”

Harry scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking much brighter than he had been earlier. “I have a few stitches, I’m not sick” he smiles at her.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t need rest” Uma reminds him.

“I’m fine” Harry dismisses. “Gil and I are about to do our rounds.”

“Let me just stop you there” Uma crosses her arms in front of her chest, her voice taking on a serious note. “No. And I’m going to tell you why” she says as she kicks a chair from by Gil’s doorway over to Harry standing at the back of the small room.

He eyes her questionably as he sits in it backwards.

“It’s come to my attention just how you got those injuries” Uma tells him.

At her words Harry’s eyes immediately leave hers, any sign of the playful look he’d had on his face is gone within the second. From next to her she senses Gil sit straighter on his bed, actively paying attention.

“You didn’t think to tell us that your dad bet you in front of the whole wharf?” she continues an edge of annoyance slipping into her tone.

Gil’s small gasp of shock is lost as Harry responds, “initially I was surprised you didn’t know. Then I figured that if I could keep you from finding out, I would.”

“Why?” Uma asks him blankly. It’s not like Harry couldn’t trust them.

Harry raises a hand up in surrender before placing it back onto the chair where he leans. “Why would I want you to know that I let him get the better of me? Let him make an example of me in front of everyone?” he huffs and shakes his head. “Now everyone thinks I’m weak and he succeeded.”

Uma smirks as she steps away from the doorframe and comes to sit next to Gil. “Actually, that’s not entirely true.”

Her smirk turns into a smile at Harry’s look of confusion. “I heard a couple of pirates talking while I was on my shift. They thought it took some guts to stand up to your father the way that you did.”

She see’s a spark of light ignite back in Harry’s eyes.

“So, there are at least some people who think quite the opposite” Uma tells him before reverting back to seriousness. “Though, that being said, you’re still not going on your round.”

“Why not?” Harry complains.

“Because as you said, you were made an example of. Everyone knows you’re hurt and an easy target” she points out. “Surely you understand that.”

Harry grumbles and drops his head, a sure sign that he does.

“We’ll get Jonas or Gonzo to cover for you, just until the stitches can come out” Uma states to which Harry mumbles to himself about how that will be ages away.

Uma chuckles and rolls her eyes. “Come on Hook, it’s back to bed for you.”

Harry looks up at her with an ‘are you serious’ expression that could send people running. Though Uma is immune to it.

“Come on” she repeats as she nods her head out the door, “Gil’s got to leave for his round.”

Reluctantly Harry stands out of his chair and walks over to her slowly, like a little kid would if they were being sent to bed while their friends got to stay up doing exciting things. Which was fundamentally what was happening, except that Harry wasn’t a little kid.

Once Harry had reached her, Uma nods to Gil before following Harry out the door.

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Five Lashes   (part 1)

Summary: Being trapped on an island with villains as abusive parents was never going to be a good mix. It's up to the next generation to care for each other, even if that means seeking a bit of revenge on another's behalf.

Author’s Note:  Very loosely inspired by the whipping scene in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006)

Warnings: Abuse and injury - descriptive but not particularly gory.

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Something about his posture was wrong when Harry stepped onto the ship – late. Well it’s not like Uma had given him a set time to arrive, but he was normally earlier than this. Nonetheless, she observed as her first mate stepped off the gangplank missing his usual relaxed saunter. Instead his shoulders were set and unmoving like he was frozen from the waist up. The slight squint of his right eye was a small detail that only she could pick up on, a giveaway that he was in some kind of pain.

She turned back to watching the crew, pain wasn’t an uncommon thing on the Isle. It wasn’t until Harry walked past her, tapping her on the stomach without a word and continuing down into the depths of the ship, that she rethought the situation. The subtlety of it set her on edge and so she detached her grip from the railing and followed him down.

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Uma watches as Harry’s steely expression morphs into one of pain as leans himself against the edge of her desk. Quickly she shuts the door behind them and rushes over to him. She stops in front of him, halted by the look he gives her. “Just” he says lowly before he swallows thickly.

She shakes her head, signalling that he doesn’t need to say anymore. It’s clear that his father has hurt him – badly. Without a word she signals for him to take off his coat.

He nods and pushes himself off the desk. It’s clear from early on that Harry can’t get it off himself without causing an immense amount of pain, so Uma is quick to step behind him and pull it off from the back.

As soon as it’s removed, she’s confronted by his shirt soaked with blood. She pauses for a second, confused as to why there are no slash marks in the shirt and it remains fully intact. Figuring that it’s not an important question, she reaches for its hem and starts to pull it up.

“Just cut it” Harry stops her, his voice sounding desperate.

She nods even though Harry can’t see her, and reaches for the knife in her belt. She has no problem destroying the shirt if he so wanted her to, it would have to be thrown out anyway. The thin fabric cuts easily but the shirt doesn’t fall away, stuck by the blood to his skin. Carefully she peels it off, thankful that it hasn’t dried it to his skin and comes away easily.

With the shirt fallen to the floor she gasps in horror, stumbling backward into the desk behind her. She can feel herself start to breathe in panic at the sight before her eyes. Red cuts run in haphazard lines down his back; a small puncture into the skin, pulled away into a long slash. Uma feels dizzy and loses her grip on reality until she feels Harry’s hands on her face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he repeats, the touch of his hands gentle.

“What are you sorry for?” she says in disbelief before she shakes her head, “no hook did this.”

“Aye” Harry agrees as he looks away from her.

“Harry?” Uma asks for answers. She can’t place the weapon that his father had used. A sword or a knife would have made clean cuts all the way through – these were too imprecise.

Harry shakes his head and for a moment Uma thinks he’s not going to answer her until he lowly repeats his father’s words, “five lashes.”

Uma can swear she physically feels her heart drop. She’d heard of the pirates’ sayings of the old punishment, but she’d never heard of it actually happening. Her eyes burn, threatening to spill tears at the misfortune of her first mate, but she inhales a deep breath – this isn’t a time to cry.

“Let’s go to the infirmary. I can’t fix it here” she tells him, picking his coat off the floor. Carefully she helps him into it, pausing when he lets out a small hiss of pain. “Sorry!” she apologises as she carefully places the collar onto his shoulders.

“You good to go?” she asks him after he’d done up the buttons at the front. Appearing as if everything was normal around the crew would be vital, and seeing Harry walk through the hallways fundamentally shirtless would definitely raise suspicion. He nods and she leads the way out the door.

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The water in the bucket was quickly turning from pink to red as Uma rinsed out cloth after cloth of blood. Harry sat obediently on the table in the infirmary as she worked. It disturbed her somewhat with how still he was. She was being as careful as she could, but she knew he was in a considerable amount of pain even without her touching him.

As she rinsed out the cloth again, her eyes brushed past his hands clenched into fists, shaking and knuckles white. “You can let yourself be hurt, Harry” she tells him softly. Normally she wouldn’t encourage that of anyone, but in this situation, she thinks that Harry deserves to be able to show a little pain. But he doesn’t aside from taking another deep, shaky breath and relaxing his hands slightly.

“I’m gonna go get more water” she sighs, as she looks back down at the bucket.

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“Muh?” back up on the deck Uma hears Gil make a sound of confusion from behind her as she tips the red water off the side of the ship. She stops like a deer in headlights and almost considers dropping the bucket into the water below, as to not be associated with it. Gil freezes as well, matching her stance. She blinks before sparking back into action, submerging the bucket into a barrel next to her, filling it with water.

Pulling out the bucket she finds Gil still staring at her, now with a look of concern. Uma rests the bucket on her hip, ignoring how the water drips off it onto her skirt, and raises one finger to her lips. Gil nods quickly before he follows her below deck.

Once in the middle of a hallway away from the ears of the crew, Uma stops Gil in his tracks, pushing him against a wall. “Before I let you follow me any further, you promise not to tell anyone?”

Gil nods and Uma fixes him with a deadly serious look knowing that he has loose lips, questioning his judgement. He nods again more resolutely. She nods back before putting her hand on his chest, “just… keep a level head.”

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Thankfully Gil takes Uma’s warning as they walk into the infirmary to find Harry still on the table staring at his hands on his lap. Gil pays no mind to the blood-stained cloths in a pile on the floor as he pulls a chair out from the wall and over to Harry. Sitting down he puts a hand on Harry’s knee as a sign of support, earning a tap on the leg from one of Harry’s boots as a sign of thanks.

“When did he do this?” Uma’s voice cuts over the groups’ silence.

“This morning” Harry grimaces at the memory.

“Do your sisters know?” Uma asks.

“Yes” was all Harry said. Seeing the faraway look on his face, Gil had the sneaking suspicion that he was withholding something from them. Although he could be wrong – he often was.

But Uma missed the look from where she stood behind him. With the cleaning done she gently poked at the inflamed skin around one of the cuts, finding it hot to the touch. “Some of these are going to need stitches.”

Harry hums, not surprised.

“Harry, lie down. Gil go get the disinfectant” Uma instructs sparking both her boys into action.

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“Do you wanna bite down on something?” Uma asks Harry as she threads a needle. He shakes his head as Gil hands him his folded coat to rest his head on top of.

“If you can zone out, do it” she tells him seriously. She doubts he’ll be able to with the amount of pain it’ll cause him, but his skin is turning pale and he looks close to fading out of consciousness.

As Uma douses a cloth in disinfectant Gil retakes his seat next to Harry, putting his hand on his upper arm. When the cloth touches Harry’s skin, he inhales a sharp breath and Gil feels his muscles tense under his hand. Slowly as the stinging lessens, he relaxes a little. The same goes with the needle and the first few stitches, but he eventually gets accustomed to that too.

Uma tries perform as few stitches as possible, both in the essence of limited resources and not wanting to inflict anymore unnecessary pain. “Breathe, Harry” she reminds him after noticing that he’d stopped.

Shakily he draws in a deep breath and slightly relaxes his grip on the edges of his coat folded beneath him.

“Do you wanna take a break?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “Just get it done,” the pain he’s trying to hide evident in his voice.

Gil squeezes the grip he has on his arm encouragingly, “just a few more to go, mate.”

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Uma breathes a sigh of relief as she cuts the last thread. She closes her eyes as she puts the needle down on the table. Her hands are numb as the gravity of what she had to do catches up with her. Unbeknownst to her Gil helps Harry sit up as she leans forward, her arms bracing her against the table. She looks up when she feels a hand close around her wrist, to see Harry staring at her with a look of concern.

She can’t help but laugh. “Why is it you looking at me like that?” she chokes out as she pushes herself away from the table. Harry says nothing but his look of concern morphs into a smirk.

“Almost done” she says as she sets about recleaning the cuts before she and Gil work together to patch him up in bandages.

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[lostonrevenge]

Captive   (prequel)

Link to the main story here

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The tentacles of the octopus are beautiful as the creature unfurls them in the water. Uma can just make out its orangey colour as it swims gracefully just under the surface of the murky water which turns it a sickly green.

She would feel at peace watching it glide through the water, if it weren’t for her first mate being abnormally silent beside her. Normally Harry would be teasing her and asking if she knew the octopus personally – she knew he was watching it as well.

He hadn’t said much to her since they’d met up on the ship before the crew started filing in. Giving out the orders he’d seemed more subdued and his voice didn’t seem to carry as much. Remembering that he’d mentioned having a sore throat in passing the night before when they were organising papers on the map table, Uma spares him a quick glance sideways.

Nothing looked particularly off about him and yet his lack of energy made him seem like a completely different person. It was possible that she was worrying about nothing, everyone had off days.

Just when she was about to look away, she saw him grimace slightly as he swallowed.

“Your throat still a pain in the arse?”

“No, it’s a pain in my throat” he smirks to her before walking away from the railing to get to work.

Uma smirks and lets him leave; he doesn’t seem too bad off.

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Uma spent most of the morning looking out at the wharf, watching over its workings, leaving the crew to their own devices. One thing that she admired about them was their teamwork. Today they each had individual tasks laid out for them checking the maintenance of the ship, sometimes collaborating in groups for the trickier tasks.

It wasn’t until the morning mist had faded away that she decides that she should check in on how progress is going, starting with a small group of newer crewmembers scrubbing the deck – as cliché as that sounds. Finding everything in order with them she moves on to a group of boys lowering the main sails to check for any damage.

After a few more check-ins she surveys around the ship for Harry, knowing that he’s doing some of the trickier tasks. Her brow furrows when she spots him securing the end of a rope to the ship’s rigging, his head resting on the tension of the rope. He looks spent with his hand habitually going about securing the rope, not even looking focused on it.

The corner of her mouth turns down in sympathy after he finishes tying the rope off before shielding a few coughs into his elbow, his other hand holding onto the rope. Hardly hearing the sound over the working of the crew.

“Harry!” she calls out to him before he can begin his next task, gesturing for him to come over to her at the raised level of the deck.

At the sound of her voice he looks over to her and nods.

As he makes his way over Uma begins to see how much she was mistaken about him being fine earlier in the day. He’s never really had great posture but he’s slumped over as he walks like he has an impossible weight on his shoulders, and his eyes barely make it off on the ground.

“How’s progress?” she asks him as he steps up onto the platform next to her. The pointed look she gives him letting him know that she really means ‘how are you?’

Harry takes a deep breath before sighing. “Slow” he admits, “I can’t concentrate.”

Uma hums quietly in recognition, facing out to the crew without sparing him a glance. Trying to maintain as if they are having a normal conversation.

“How much do you need me today?” Harry says after some hesitation and Uma can tell that he was still reluctant to say it.

“I need you as much as the work you can spare me” she tells him diplomatically, turning toward him with a worried look on her face that she hopes the crew won’t see. Half of her had been expecting this but the other half of her had ruled it out as impossible and she had been stupid to believe it.

“Would you mind if it took the day off?” he asks uncomfortably, chewing at his lip. Seeming to shrink more in on himself if possible, not daring to meet her eyes.

Uma hates how long it takes for her to reply with her mind struggling to process Harry admitting defeat - knowing that he will be gearing himself up for rejection. “I wouldn’t” she says at last.

Of course, she values his work and knows the crew would work faster with him helping them, but looking at him there is no way that she could disallow it. He really didn’t look himself without the mischievous spark in his eyes.

With her approval given Harry turns to face her and she can see that he still looks guilty as he shuffles hesitantly on his feet.

“You can go Harry, I’ve dismissed you” she tells him. “Go sleep it off.”

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[lostonrevenge]

Captive

Summary: Yeah, I got nothing… here’s another sickfic.

Link to prequel here

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“What are you doing up?” Uma looks up from her dinner to see Harry slide onto the bench next to her. “I could have brought you something.”

“Got bored of staying in my room” Harry says before he takes a spoonful of the stew, sighing in content as the warmth travels down his throat.

“How are you feeling?” she asks him, thinking back to when she’d last seen him walking back off to bed.

The night before he’d mentioned having a sore throat in passing but it was clear that he hadn’t thought much of it. When he’d come up to the deck that morning, he seemed a little off but had set to work nonetheless. It wasn’t until Uma asked him over to see how progress was going that he’d admitted that it was slow since he couldn’t concentrate, and had reluctantly asked for the day off. She hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, seeing how run down he was beginning to look and knowing that it pained him just to ask. Him not even meeting her eyes.

“Better. Think I just needed more sleep.”

“Not surprised. Your job’s really tiring” Uma admits. She was used to long hours at the Chip Shop, but not so much the physically taxing work like Harry did around the ship. A full day of moving about the Isle gathering resources, checking the functioning of the ship, and not to mention constant questions from crewmates which left her mentally drained, ended with tired lines under her eyes and her posture slumped over the table. “I’m sorry if I overworked you.”

“Nah” Harry dismisses and Uma can’t help but notice his voice sounding a little rough. “Would have picked it up from CJ the other week.”

“That’ll teach you for going home when you have a perfectly good ship to stay on.”

“Not my fault dad did another disappearing act and left her all alone.”

“Yeah, I know” Uma says. “Was just messing with you.”

“How’re the new recruits?” Harry changes the subject.

“They’re alright I think, settled in quite nicely” she tells him, looking over at them mingling with the rest of the crew. “Didn’t get round to restringing that sail, though.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow” Harry volunteers.

“You gonna feel up to working?”

“Mhmm” Harry nods his head adamantly. “Today was just an off day.”

“Fair enough. You don’t take days off often.”

“Cause they’re boring. I hate doing nothing.”

“I know you do. But you needed the rest” she says. “Just let me know if you don’t feel up to it.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine, it’s an easy job” Harry assures her before he eats some more. “I do it better than you anyway.”

“Shut up” Uma hits him on the arm. “You’ve only had years more practice than I have.”

Harry chuckles a little before they turn into a few coughs that he covers behind his fist. Uma narrows her eyes at him, but he carries on eating like nothing happened, so she leaves it alone.

“Found out one of the new recruits – can’t remember their name - has a brother in Harriet’s crew” Uma tells him, looking over at a small group of them.

“That’s Serena” Harry says following her gaze. “Her dad is in my dad’s crew as well.”

Uma furrows her brow, turning back to the table. “That’s kind of weird to be honest.”

“Is it?” Harry questions. “Makes sense to me.”

Uma flicks him a quick look like he’s lost his mind before taking another spoonful of her dinner.

“If you think about it, her dad’s in my dad’s crew which means that Harriet would have grown up bossing her brother around, so it’s no wonder he joined her crew” Harry points out. “And Serena would have joined ours because who wants to be a in crew with their sibling?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know, but I’ll take your word for it” Uma admits. “What would be really freaky is if they have another sibling who’d join up with CJ, if she ever wanted to hang out with anyone.”

Harry smiles, “don’t worry about that, it’s only the two of them.”

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Gradually the mess hall empties, crew members leaving their tables to carry out their rounds or finish the last of their chores, before having some much earned down time. Eventually Harry and Uma are left sitting alone at their table.

“Do you think we should go on another adventure?” Uma breaks the silence that had fallen on the room.

“Where’s this coming from?” Harry asks somewhat surprised, though he’s not opposed to the idea.

“I don’t know” Uma admits, “I just want to get off this rock for a bit.”

Harry hums in agreement, letting Uma continue.

“The ship’s back in sailing condition and there are other islands under the barrier. Just think it would be fun to take the crew somewhere. Let them use the sailing knowledge” – Uma stops talking when Harry holds up a finger to stop her.

“One sec” he says heavily, leaning forward over the table. He sniffs before pressing his wrist under his nose, resting his elbow on the table. “Ih’dtschhh, Ih’ktsdchh… Heh’ddtschhu...Uh’dchewhh” his shoulders hunch as he sneezes.

He groans and sniffles thickly. Keeping his nose pressed against his wrist, his other hand reaches into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief. Replacing his wrist with the handkerchief, he blows his nose the tips of his ears going red in embarrassment. While he sorts himself out Uma reaches the backs of her fingers to his forehead, feeling for fever. She sighs in relief, thankful to find none.

“You’re going back to bed” she says as she withdraws her hand.

“Can I not sneeze a few times?” Harry’s voice still slightly congested and he sniffles again.

“No” she dismisses. “I’m tired and you still sound miserable.”

Harry groans again, but follows her lead as she gets up from the bench and leads the way to her quarters.

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“Where would you want to go?” Harry asks Uma as they step into her room.

“Don’t know, don’t care. I’d be happy to go to a sandbank for a bit” she tells him as she lifts the covers off her bed, inviting him in first.

“Even the Isle of the Doomed?” Harry brings up as he settles down on the mattress, Uma following after him.

“Apart from the Isle of the Doomed” she quickly corrects. “We all know how badly that went last time.”

“We got the pieces of the necklace, didn’t we?” Harry points out, his arms slinking around Uma’s waist.

“And almost died in the process” Uma dismisses, pulling her blankets up over both of them before taking hold of Harry’s hands.

“Death is just an adventure isn’t it?”

“Death is the final adventure. I’d rather have more of them first” Uma tells him.

“Then where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know” Uma groans, “I’m too tired to think.”

“The sandbank it is then. When” – Harry’s voice cuts off and Uma feels his chest expand against her back. The warmth of his lips presses into her shoulder as he muffles a few coughs behind them.

‘’m sorry” he moans and sniffles next to her ear.

Uma feels a rush of temptation that she’s in such close proximity to him when he’s at his most vulnerable, but she pushes it back. “You’re good, Harry” she says squeezing his hands. It’s not his fault she’s holding them captive.

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[lostonrevenge]

Dyscalculia

Summary: Harry Hook has never been good with numbers. Maybe there’s a reason why…

Author’s Note: One of my favourite fanfictions I’ve ever written.

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It all started with a failed test

Nervous students sat around the classroom, tapping pencils, chewing at their lips or bouncing their legs in anticipation. That did not go for Harry Hook, who sat relaxed, leaning back in his chair with his feet pushed up against the edge of his desk. Absentmindedly watching as Fairy Godmother wondered around the classroom giving out the test results. When she reaches him, he lazily takes the test between his fingers, ignoring the disapproving stare she gives him.

Uma watches on from next to him as he looks at the paper, seeming to shrug at it before he puts it down on the desk and resumes leaning back in his chair.

She’s distracted as a sheet of paper passes in front of her face as Fairy Godmother puts her result on her desk. She cracks a smile at the B she sees at the top of the page. It’s nothing compared to Evie’s A+ in the desk in front of her, but she and the rest of her group have over a year’s worth of better education than the rest of them. Evie squeaks in excitement before turning to Mal to show her her result.

“What did you get?” Uma turns back to Harry, having nothing else to do to occupy her time.

He looks up from where he was pulling at the hem of his untucked shirt and over to her before he leans forward to grab the paper off the desk. He holds it up so it balances vertically and turns it around in his fingers. Disappointment flashes through Uma at the sight of the F written in red. Though, Harry seems unfased as he shows her the paper long enough for her to read the letter five times over. She turns away to look at her desk, confused at how to feel.

The education system as it was in Auradon is still new to them. Teachers actually expected students to get good grades, and as little as Uma new about that system, she knew that a F wasn’t any good. She was sure that Harry knew that and the fact that he didn’t seem fazed bothered her.

“Did you even try?” she asks, an irritated tone slipping into her voice.

“Mhmm” Harry nods his head, seeming confused at why Uma appears to be annoyed at him.

Their conversation takes a pause while Fairy Godmother informs them about their homework and dismisses the class.

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“Why don’t you seem to care?” Uma asks Harry as she jogs up behind him and Gil who were ahead of her in the hallway.

“Care about what?” Gil asks, looking between Uma and Harry.

“Harry didn’t do well in the test” Uma explains blatantly, as they exit the main building and step outside.

“Oh, what did you guys get? I got a B-” Gil declares excitedly.

“Wahey!” Harry makes a noise of celebration, a smile lighting up his face. “Who knew you were so good at math?” he says as he walks backward in front of them, giving Gil a bro five.

“Harry, focus” Uma reprimands.

“What did you get Uma?” Gil asks her.

“I got a B, but that doesn’t matter” Uma speaks quickly only to get the answer out of the way, closing her eyes in irritation.

“That’s better than me!” Gil exclaims happily.

“You wanna ask Harry how he did?” Uma snaps sassily.

But in his excitement, Gil isn’t fazed and turns to Harry. “Harry, what did you get?”

“I failed” he says neutrally.

“Aw” Gil’s face drops in disappointment, though in a different kind to Uma’s.

“Don’t worry about it, mate” Harry tells him, giving him a clap on the back.

“Don’t worry about it?” Uma scoffs and stops in her tracks. Harry then doing the same.

“I’m gonna go meet up with the rest of the crew by the lake” Gil says hesitantly as he backs away from them, not wanting to be a part of their fight. He doesn’t wait for either of them to respond before he speeds off towards the forest.

Meanwhile Uma seems to be trying to stare Harry down. “I’m not going to fight with you, Uma” Harry sighs, shaking his head.

Uma widens her eyes and gestures with her hand for him to continue.

“I didn’t fail it on purpose. I’m just not surprised that I did.”

The only way that Harry could tell he was in the clear was by Uma not saying a word as she turns around on her heels and walks toward the forest.

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Uma is startled out of her reading by Harry throwing his pencil down at the desk by her window. She looks up to see him leaning back in her desk chair, his hands scrunching up his hair making it stick out in odd places. Concerned but saying nothing, she clambers off her bed and walks over to him. Reaching down, she picks up his pencil from the floor next to the desk before putting it back on the surface.

“It doesn’t make any sense” Harry complains.

“It’s homework, it’s not supposed to make any sense” she jokes, leaning her hip against the side of the desk.

“No, I mean that it literally doesn’t make any sense” Harry states angrily, his fingers tightening into claws.

“Hey, settle down” Uma soothes, pulling a chair over to her desk to sit next to him. “What doesn’t make sense?”

“Any of it” Harry looks back at the paper with wide eyes, seeming scared.

Uma furrows her brow, not understanding why Harry would be reacting like this. “Tell me what bit and I’ll help you out” she suggests.

“No, you’re not listening” Harry tells her angrily, but Uma knows that the emotion is at himself. “None of this makes any sense.”

Uma stops short of replying when she looks at the blank sheet in front of him. He’d been working on it for about an hour by now and he’d barely made a mark on the page. Some of the unanswered questions seemed easy to her and she didn’t understand why he couldn’t answer them – he’d been to just as many classes as she had.

“I can’t do it” Harry interrupts her thoughts as he shakes his head.

“Of course, you can” Uma assures him cheerfully.

“No, I can’t” Harry chokes out as he leans forward over the desk, covering his eyes with the heels of his hands with a sniff.

Uma had heard about people being driven to crying from a sheer amount of frustration, but she had never pictured Harry being one to do that. Her heart breaks a little at the prospect.

“They’re going to send me back” Harry speaks with his words aimed toward the desk.

“They won’t send you back” Uma denies quickly, not even dwelling on the prospect. In her mind it wasn’t possible that anyone would send him back to the Isle, she would never let that happen.

“Hey?” she says softly when Harry doesn’t move. “They won’t send you back” she continues, putting her hands on his shoulders to turn him around to face her. He doesn’t resist and sits up to look at her. Uma is relieved to find that no tears have fallen, although his eyes are shining.

“Let’s call this a day, yeah?” Uma suggests. “Your brain’s overworked, there’s no point trying to get it to do things if it doesn’t want to.”

Harry nods taking a deep breath, seeming to calm down a bit.

“Cool, cause I wanna get out of here” Uma says standing up. “Let’s go find the crew.”

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The next test result he gets doesn’t come back alone, this time with a blue detention slip stapled to the top.

Uma watches from next to him as he tips his head back, his eyes closing in defeat. She feels sad for him, it’s not like he wasn’t trying.

“What did you get?” Uma asks leaning over to him.

He doesn’t say anything as he flips his test around so she can see the D written on the page.

“It’s better” she encourages, ignoring the fact that her own result had just been placed on her desk.

Harry looks at her with an expression that is begging her not to find a positive in the situation. “What did you get?” he asks her, an undertone of despair in his voice.

Uma turns back to her desk and flips over the paper, “B again.”

When she turns back, she sees Harry reading the detention slip. “When is it?”

“This afternoon, 3:30 to 5:30” Harry recites. “I’ll miss meeting up with the crew.”

Uma purses her lips, knowing that he’ll be disappointed about that. “Better not make detention a regular thing. You already got one last week for refusing to keep your shirt tucked in.”

“What are they going to do? Call my parents?” Harry scoffs, but his laugh doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Guess not” Uma says before following the rest of the class in packing up their things.

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Harry had been staring off into space for a good part of half an hour, which was impressive since he never seemed to sit still. He hadn’t said anything since he came back from detention apart from that he had had to reorganise library books in alphabetical order. Uma had been watching him as he sat on her bed from over at her desk, but he hadn’t seemed to notice, which was another problem because she wasn’t exactly being subtle about it.

“What you thinking?” she finally breaks the silence.

“Mhmm?” Harry breaks his daze and looks over to her.

“It’s about the maths test, why you’re distracted. Isn’t it?” Uma guesses as she gets out of her chair and comes to sit on the edge of her bed.

“I’ve been thinking…” she hesitates not knowing how to continue. She twirls her braids between her fingers wondering if it’s too late to back out of what she was going to say. But she knows she needs to, so she sighs before she continues, “that there must be a reason why you struggle so much at maths.”

It doesn’t surprise Uma that Harry says nothing. But when she looks up at him, she knows that he’s listening.

“Your father owns a store full of clocks, you carry around a pocket watch – you’ve been surrounded by numbers your whole life - and you can’t tell the time” Uma points out. “Has that never struck you as being weird?”

“Thought I was just stupid” Harry mumbles, looking at his hands clasped together on his lap.

“You’re not stupid, Harry” Uma disagrees. “There must be an underlying issue.”

“Like what?”

Uma inhales a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut to calm her thoughts. She’s never been so nervous about telling anyone anything, frankly because she doesn’t know how Harry will react. “I don’t know how to say it” she admits.

“Well just spit it out!” Harry begs her. “Nothing’s as bad as sitting here thinking about every worst possible option!”

Uma huffs out a sigh and shuffles herself around to face Harry directly. “Have you ever heard of Dyscalculia?”

Harry shakes his head.

“It’s where people have difficulty understanding numbers and concepts in maths” Uma explains, “like learning to count, or understanding graphs and charts.” She looks over at Harry, seeming not to be moving as she talks.

“They might still need their fingers to count, or struggle with using math in day to day life.”

“Stop!” Harry chokes out as he puts his head in his hands, tucking his knees up to his chest. The descriptions all too familiar for him.

“Harry?” Uma speaks softly.

“They’re gonna send me back” Harry’s panicked words are muffled by his knees.

“They won’t” Uma repeats to him.

“They will” Harry interjects. “Once they find out that I’m incapable of learning. They can’t have someone like me running around screwing up their reputation.”

“You’re not incapable of learning” Uma shakes her head.

“Well maybe not” Harry agrees. “But do you really think that they’re going to put in any extra effort for a Villain kid like me?” he asks her as he untucks his legs and gets off the bed.

Uma stands up with him and watches as he makes his way to the door.

“It’d just be easier to throw me out!” he snaps before he leaves.

Uma is quick to close the gap between her and the door. Leaning out of the doorframe she sees him halfway down the hallway, his coat billowing out behind him.

“Harry!” she calls out to him as she steps out fully into the corridor. He doesn’t turn around.

She’s about to follow him when she hears the unmistakable sound of Evie’s voice from two doorways in front of her, “what’s wrong with him?”

Uma turns to her and opens her mouth to say something but no words come out. She purses her lips together and runs her fingers through her hair with a sigh before shaking her head, “I messed up.”

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Uma felt uncomfortable as she sat in a chair by the windows of Mal and Evie’s room. Her surroundings are too pretty for her liking with all the racks of beautiful dresses lining the walls of the room. Evie sits at her sewing desk with a look of concern on her face, Mal standing beside her with her arms crossed and a neutral expression, while Uma tells them her theory.

“He’s convinced that they’ll send him back” Uma says as she rounds her story to a close.

It surprises Uma that Mal is the first to speak in denying, “they won’t.”

“I should never have told him” Uma sighs as she brings her legs up onto the chair, hugging them self-consciously to her chest. She messed up, and she knows she’s messed up even more in telling Mal and Evie about a situation that Harry most definitely wouldn’t want them to know about. But it was her only option, they would be able to help him because she couldn’t do it on her own.

“No, you did the right thing” Evie assures her gently. Uma despises in this moment that she actually appreciates Evie’s positive attitude.

“I don’t know what to do” Uma admits shaking her head.

“Bring him here and we’ll talk with him” Mal says as she uncrosses her arms. “Do you know where he went?”

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It was no question for Uma where Harry would be. When either of them ever got upset they would always find a place by water. Her feet carefully balance on the unstable rocks as she makes a path down to a secluded bank at the edge of the Enchanted Lake. She feels at home with the sound of water traveling downward in the streams all around her. Stepping out of the bushes that open out to the bank she finds Harry sitting on a flat mound of rocks looking out at the water. When he hears her footsteps, he turns around and she sees tears shimmering in his eyes.

She says nothing as she comes to sit next to him so that their shoulders touch, or as she wraps her arm around his waist. At her protective stance Harry breaks and turns crying into her shoulder. Still she says nothing as the strong image of her first mate shatters in front of her, she only spreads out her fingers and moves her thumb in circles on his side. She leans her head on top of his as his sobs shake his body. But all too soon he pulls away wiping the tears off his face with a deep breath.

For awhile they stay together in silence, watching the ripples in the water before Uma stands up. “We’ve got some people who want to talk to you” she says holding her hand out for him.

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By the looks of things Harry isn’t any more comfortable being in Mal and Evie’s room than Uma was herself. Of course, he is in some form of interrogation as he sits in the chair Uma had sat in, while she sits in one which she had pulled up next to him. One of his legs is pulled up to his chest, serving to push him further back into the chair as if he would be able to disappear through it. The scene looks remarkably like a parent meeting with the school principle, except no one had done anything wrong.

“It’s just a theory” Uma concludes a conversation, looking over at Harry who hadn’t been paying attention and had missed all the words that were said.

“Even still, we’ll get Fairy Godmother to check” Evie says as she looks at both Uma and Harry. “She’ll be able to confirm it for you.”

Uma nods her head in thanks, while Harry remains still and unmoving.

“I have to meet with her about the royal gala plans later, I’ll ask about a time for you to go see her” Evie continues as Uma and Harry get up to leave. “I’ll let you know when.”

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Walking down the hallway they are only steps away from the door when they hear Mal call out Harry’s name from behind them. Stopping in their tracks, Uma gives Harry a look and nods her head in the direction she’s going before turning and walking away.

“Harry” Mal repeats as she makes her way towards him now standing alone. He turns toward her as she stops in front of him.

“Even if it is…” she trails off not wanting to utter the word ‘dyscalculia’ as if it would curse him into an early diagnosis, and she also figures that he wouldn’t want to hear it. She takes a breath before trying again. “Even if it is, they won’t send you back. Ben won’t allow it” Mal shakes her head. “No one here knows the Isle like we do, but they know enough to not send anyone back. Especially for reasons beyond their control.”

At the conclusion of her sentence she has nothing else to say and neither does he. Her eyes find his and she fixes him with a look of promise, to which he nods before they go their separate ways.

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The heel of Uma’s boot taps nervously on the tile floor beneath the bench she sits on. Through the wall she knows Fairy Godmother sits with Harry running the diagnostic. Even though she sits outside, she hadn’t offered to go in with him. This was something that she knew he would want to do alone.

It seemed like an eternity waiting out in the empty hallway, although Fairy Godmother had told them it would only be a matter of minutes. Uma wishes she was able to just wave her magic wand and get the process over and done with, but spells like that are frowned upon in Auradon. The brain is too fragile of a subject to perform magic on.

At long last Uma hears the sound of a door handle click next to her, she springs off the bench and turns around to face Harry as he closes the door behind him. He says nothing as he turns to her, the look in his eyes gives her all the confirmation she needs, though he doesn’t look upset.

She doesn’t say anything either as they turn to head back the dorms down the hallway, her hand slipping onto his.

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The next time Harry is handed back his maths test, he’s not fixed with a disappointed look from Fairy Godmother. Instead she gives him a small smile as she walks past him, placing the paper on his desk, no detention slip attached.

Uma completely ignoring the rule for all class members to remain seated, gets out of her chair and steps behind him to look over his shoulder. A smile spreads over both their faces as they see the C+ written in the corner.

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #auradon #harry hook #uma #mal #evie #fairy godmother #numbers #maths

[lostonrevenge]

Between Us

Summary: The Isle of the Lost is a rough place to live with tricky relationships and expectations.

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“What’s that?” Uma gestures to the piece of fabric poking out of Harry’s coat pocket.

“Nothing” he speaks quickly, moving his hand to cover the opening of his pocket. Obscuring what Uma knows to be a handkerchief from view.

“Whatever” Uma rolls her eyes before adding, “I’m just going to pretend that I didn’t have to listen to you sniffling all the way through the crews’ orders.” She doesn’t wait for him to reply before she stalks away to the other side of the ship.

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If Uma has figured anything about Harry in the years that she’s known him, it is that he is the single most stubborn person she’s ever met. Sometimes it could be a blessing if she needed him to do something for her, like settle a dispute, but right now it was a curse.

For awhile she’d been watching her crew mill around the deck of the Lost Revenge, some carrying out orders like fixing loose floor boards or restringing ropes, others counting up daily takings or sword fighting. Somehow her eyes kept shifting to him. She’d seen him teaching a new crew member how to plait a rope, occasionally sniffling into the back of his hand when they weren’t looking. He was subtle, she’d give him that.

A few minutes ago, she’d watched him and Gil sparring a short distance away from her. She’d seen him cover a few coughs into his shoulder while in mid-block from Gil’s sword. Immediately Gil had lowered his blade.

“You right?”

“Yeah, mate” Harry had replied, before tapping Gil’s sword with his own. “What say we go another round?”

And so, they had continued until Gil got called over to help move around some barrels. Since then Harry had disappeared into the lower decks of the ship.

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That’s how Uma found herself outside the storage hold listening to the muffled coughs of her first mate from through the wall. She was surprised to feel sympathy swelling inside her. Normally she didn’t care about the health of those around her, in fact it was uncommon to walk through the streets and not find someone coughing their lungs out or sweating with fever, but something about Harry being sick bothered her.

“You ready to admit you’re sick yet?” She asks coolly as Harry exits the hold, leaning with her foot propped against the wall.

To his credit he doesn’t startle as Uma had planed for him to do. “I’m fine. Just getting rope to tie up the barrels” he says calmly as if he knew she would be waiting there, adjusting the coil of rope he has over his shoulder.

“Alright, when you’re done with that, I could use your help finishing off that map” Uma tells him before turning towards her Captain’s quarters.

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It was almost half an hour later when Uma hears footsteps approaching from down the hallway. When the door swings open, she merely gives Harry a glance up from her desk as he makes his way over to the large table at the end of the room where the maps are placed.

Members of her crew had found a treasure trove of old maps in a raid a few weeks back and so Harry and Uma had started collating the individual islands into one larger map. Eventually Uma ended up intrusting the task to Harry because it came more naturally to him than it did to her.

As he walks past her, she finds it slightly surprising that he doesn’t spare her any sort of glance at all. Instead moving straight to the table, pulling out a chair, and getting to work. Figuring no sort of interaction was going to come from this, Uma picks up her pen and gets back to work.

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When Harry first began sneezing it didn’t come as much of a surprise, he’d been sniffling almost constantly and it had become as easy for Uma to ignore as the ticking of a clock. But as it continued it became more obvious as Harry became more frustrated by the fact that it wouldn’t seem to stop.

“Hup'mtt” Uma looks up from her desk after hearing him stifle a sneeze into the piece of scrap fabric his father had conditioned him to use as a handkerchief. He truly looks terrible, his face paler than it had been previously and his eyes shimmering around the edges, either from the effort to stop himself from sneezing or from fever, Uma can’t tell. She doesn’t bother to bless him, that was something people only did in Auradon, and she figures that it wouldn’t be the last time that this would happen.

She was right. For the next half hour, she would look up to see him sniffling into the balled-up cloth or rubbing his nose in an effort not to sneeze, unintentionally making it redder over time. If a sneeze did happen to escape him, he would repress it and stifle it as quietly as possible in the hope that Uma wouldn’t notice. It never worked.

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Taking a break from planning the crews’ chore roster, she looks up to find Harry losing another battle. His eyelids fluttering as he holds the handkerchief in both hands, his pen discarded to the side. His breath hitches faintly before he releases a long sigh as the sneeze disappears. Sniffing, he picks up his pen, only to drop it frustratedly as his breath hitches again.

“IDschkihh…EDSHhhh” he convulses forward, sneezing congestedly into the handkerchief. Keeping it held to his nose, he sniffles a few times before lowering it. Quietly he clears his throat before resuming his work.

Uma sighs heavily as she pushes her chair out from under her desk. Untangling her legs from around the furniture, she fixes her eyes on Harry, looking miserable with his head resting on one hand. She makes a show of walking over to him, her boots clomping loudly on the floor. “Quit the front, the rest of the crew aren’t here” she begs him.

Harry shifts slightly when he sees Uma walking towards him.

“It’s only me. Just admit that you’re sick” she persists as she comes to a stop next to his chair, putting her hand gently on his shoulder.

“I might be… a wee bit ill” he admits slowly, closing his eyes as he tiredly leans against Uma. His head coming to rest against her hip.

“Just a bit?” she scoffs softly as she looks down at him. Feeling the heat of his head against her, she reaches her hand from his shoulder to his forehead. It concerns her that he makes not effort at all to try and push her hand away, instead he ever so slightly leans into her touch. “You have a fever” she remarks, as if he didn’t know already.

She won’t ask him how he feels because she’s pretty sure she can get a good gauge on that, and there’s no doubt that he would outright lie. So instead she figures that she can piece things together in asking, “what’s wrong?”

Harry inhales deeply as he pulls himself away from Uma. “I don’t know. I felt relatively fine this morning, just kind of off.”

“So, you felt fine last night?”

“Hmm. My throat didn’t even hurt until I started coughing.”

Uma nods, “and what hurts most?”

Harry sniffles pathetically, grimacing slightly. “My head” he croaks leaning forward onto the table, propping his head up with his fingers pushing against his browbone.

“Not surprised, you sound real stuffed up.” Uma taps her palm on the back of his shoulder, “blow your nose.”

Reluctantly he reaches into his pocket retrieving his handkerchief before cupping it around his nose. The sound is strained and thick, and he winces slightly as congestion shifts inside his head.

“That better?” Uma squeezes his shoulder as he pockets the handkerchief.

Harry only sniffles in reply, not sounding any less congested than he had before.

“Oh Harry” Uma exclaims under her breath. She doesn’t think that she’s seen him this rundown before. “Let’s get you to bed.”

 Almost immediately when he stands out of his chair, his breath catches in his lungs and he shields a fit of coughs into his elbow. As he struggles for breath his other hand grips onto the rim of the table, his knuckles turning white.

“You know what, forget it” Uma says after the coughs die down. “I was going to take you back to your cabin, but you can just crash in mine.”

“’m not going to take your bed, Uma” Harry shakes his head slowly.

“And I’m not going to be the one responsible for you collapsing in the hallway, trying to make it to the other side of the ship.”

At her words Harry hangs his head and lets Uma lead him over to sit on her bed across the room.

“I’m gonna go get some things,” she says while her thumb strokes against his fevered cheek, “try and get some rest.”

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“Where are you going?” Uma hears Gil’s voice call out from behind her as she walks across the deck of the ship.

She turns around seeing him making his way towards her, looking at the bucket in her hand. “Getting water.”

“Hey, was Harry down there with you?” Gil asks, stopping in front of her.

“Yeah, he’s been drawing the map.”

“Is he coming up? We were planning on leaving for our rounds together.”

“Uh” Uma falters, her eyes flicking around to the crew surrounding them. She knows that Harry wouldn’t want them to overhear what she’s about to tell Gil, so she takes him by the arm and leads him over to a secluded area on the bow of the ship.

He makes a sound of confusion but lets her lead him along all the same.

When they stop Uma keeps hold of his arm and leans closer to him, keeping her voice low. “He’s taken ill.”

Gil nods his head in understanding, he’d noticed that Harry’s sword strokes where weaker than usual that morning.

“Listen,” Uma’s voice remains a whisper, “would you be able to cover his rounds for him?”

Gil opens his mouth to reply but stops short, his eyebrows scrunching together. He’d never known Harry to miss out on his rounds for any reason at all. “How bad is it?” he asks instead.

“Fairly” Uma confesses. “But he’ll do better after some rest” she quickly adds after seeing Gil’s face drop in worry.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” Gil inquires.

“Walk with me” Uma instructs, nodding her head to the gangplank.

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Together they walk silently off the ship, Uma leading the way to the well down the street as soon as they step onto the wharf.

“I think it must be some kind of flu” Uma speaks freely now they are out of range from the ears of the crew. “He was saying that he felt fine last night, and they tend to come on quickly.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Gil responds in disbelief. “Sure, he looked a little down this morning…”

“I know” Uma agrees, “but he hid it well.”

“Where is he now, did you send him home?”

“No, he’s in my quarters” Uma tells him as they reach the well. “He’ll stay there tonight, he’s too weak to move far.”

Gil is silent for a moment or two while he thinks, chewing on his lip as he watches Uma lower the bucket into the depths of the well.

“I’ll do his rounds” he settles, “then should I stop by his house and tell his sisters that he won’t be home?”

“That would be best” Uma acknowledges as she reels up the bucket and takes it off of the hook. “His dad might not notice but Harriet certainly will.”

Gil nods before turning to leave.

“Gil, wait!” Uma reaches her hand out to stop him. “While you’re out, can you see if you can find some thyme?”

“You mean like the herb?” Gil checks, it wouldn’t be the first time he got that confused.

On the Isle, it is a struggle to find any sort of medicine thanks to only getting Auradon’s scraps. Sometimes the witches got them, but they always sold them for much more than the poorer families could afford. Which is why people, if they know what is good for them, tend to have a basic knowledge of natural remedies. The trick is knowing where to find them, because barely anything grows in the godforsaken place.

“Yeah” Uma confirms. “Yzma should have some at the apothecary, trade what you think is fair for it. If she doesn’t Madam Mim will have some in her garden, just be careful if you have to take it.”

With that taken on board, Gil bows his head and walks away.

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When Uma returns to her quarters, she’s not surprised to find Harry asleep on her bed, atop the sheets. Immediately she puts the bucket of water down by the head of the bed, then she brings the chair over from her desk and places it down next to it. Sitting in the chair she takes the cloth that she had found in the kitchen off her shoulder where she had balanced it, and carefully folds it before submerging it in the bucket.

After ringing it out she uses her other hand to brush away the hair that had fallen over Harry’s forehead, finding it already damp with sweat. As her hand moves through his hair, Harry inhales a deep breath as he starts to wake up.

“Go back to sleep” Uma hums as she places the cloth on his skin.

“’s cold” he groans as his eyes flutter open.

“It should be” Uma speaks softly. “Need to get your temperature down before you start hallucinating.”

“I don’t hallucinate” Harry denies groggily.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Hook” Uma laughs gently. “I don’t want to have to deal with you running around trying to fight imaginary monsters.”

“We used to do that all the time” Harry remembers, his mind still surprisingly sharp considering his ailment. “When we were kids.”

“We did, didn’t we?” Uma smiles as she removes the cloth from his forehead, brushing it against his cheek making him shiver.

She purses her lips as she looks at the red coat still wrapped around him. “This needs to go” she pulls at the sleeve, which he clutches at tighter. “We’ll never get your fever down with it on.”

Harry groans as heavily as his throat will allow him, but Uma watches as his grip loosens on the cuffs.

Uma takes his forearm in one hand and helps pull him up, keeping her other hand on his back. She lets him sit still for a second after seeing his eyes lose focus in a dizzy spell before they snap back to clarity. Once he manages to wrestle his arms out of the sleeves, she pulls the coat off him before folding it roughly in a ball and throwing it at the other end of the bed.

“I’ll let you put it back on a little later” Uma promises after she sees him shiver and tuck his knees up to his chest, trying to conserve what little warmth he has left.

Instead of closing his eyes and going back to sleep, Uma watches as his eyes stay open, shifting around the room. His face drawn in an expression of thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Gil and I were gonna leave for our rounds together” he mumbles as he sits back up, pushing away Uma’s hand holding the cloth. “Can’t keep him waiting any longer.”

“He’s already left” Uma stops him from getting up with a hand on his shoulder. “He’s doing your round as well.”

“What? Why?” Harry stops short but makes no further move to stand up.

“I asked him to.”

“I can still do it” Harry speaks adamantly in such a way that Uma nearly believes him.

“I don’t care if you think you can. I don’t want you to” Uma rejects.

Harry’s shoulders drop and he looks at the ground despondently, in an expression you would see from a child who was just told they weren’t allowed to do something.

“So what, Harry? You miss one round?” she scoffs, knowing that the completions of his rounds are a point of pride for him. “I’m the Captain, I call the shots, and I’m telling you no.”

“Uma” Harry tries hopelessly.

“Don’t think I think any less of you for sitting it out” Uma assures him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “You’re tired, Harry. I can see it. Just get some rest.”

Harry gives in, lowering himself back onto the mattress. “You don’t have to do this” he says weakly, looking up at her.

“I want to. And I know you’d do the exact same for me” is all she says before placing the cloth back onto his head and watching him drift off to sleep.

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The halls of the ship are almost empty when Gil returns to the Lost Revenge, most of the crew having returned home for the night. The only few remaining are the ones who don’t have a home to return to, or would prefer not to. He slips his way through a small mass of them hanging around the doorway of one of the cabins, his mind fixed on making his way to Uma’s quarters.

When he reaches the door he doesn’t bother knocking, a privilege only he and Harry have. Stepping into the room he isn’t surprised to find Harry asleep and Uma sitting next to him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her Uma turns around to see Gil enter the room. Immediately she’s on her feet making her way over to him.

“Did you manage to find any?” she meets him in the middle of the room.

Gil nods handing her over a small bundle of thyme, tied up with string. “Traded with Yzma. She only wanted some nice fabric I picked up on my round to fix her clothes.”

She nods her head to him in thanks before brushing past him out the door. After the door closes softly behind her, Gil moves over to take her place in the chair by the bed.

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For a while Gil sat next to Harry, but without him being awake and able to talk to, Gil quickly got bored and went and wondered around the room. He’d spent sometime looking over the maps at the table and marvelling over the one Harry had been working on earlier in the day. It fascinated him how Harry’s handwriting could be so neat when he wanted it to be, as opposed to the chicken scratch he normally used.

Currently he stands by the window at the back of the ship, looking out across the water. If he looks hard enough, he can make out the lights of Auradon through the thick mist of the Isle. The Palace standing tall against the lights of the little villages around the shoreline. Gil wonders whether it is the same castle where his dad had fought with the Beast or if the King and Queen had built a new one when they joined all the kingdoms together, he’s never known. Before he can dwell on that any further, his thoughts are interrupted as Harry begins to cough from behind him.

Without a moments hesitation he turns on his heel and makes his way over to the bed, where he sits himself on the mattress next to Harry. From there he helps him sit up letting him lean against him, before swinging his own legs up onto the bed. The sound is grating as Harry continues to cough into a handkerchief, that Gil hadn’t realised he’d been holding until now. Each cough wrenches him forward and Gil wraps his arm around him to hold him in place.

At long last when the fit subsides Harry leans his head against Gil’s shoulder with a crackling sigh, closing his eyes in exhaustion. Gil loosens his grip as Harry relaxes into him, letting his hand fall to the side.

“Don’t die on me while Uma’s out” he teases lightly once Harry had caught his breath.

“As opposed to when she gets back?” Harry returns the jest, his voice sounding rough.

Gil stifles a laugh but his smile drops when he feels Harry pull away from him.

“EHKSSShhuihhh” he hunches forward, tiredly sneezing into the handkerchief. Keeping it pressed to his nose he sniffles into it before clearing his throat quietly into his fist, leaning back against the wall.

“You know, I never thought the great Harry Hook would be taken down by a case of the sniffles” Gil quips, earning himself a good-natured yet forceful whack on the arm from Harry.

“Shut up!”

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Once Uma had left her quarters she headed for the kitchen. It wasn’t anything special, just a small section of the dining hall, but it had the necessities; pots and pans for heating things on the small stovetop, a few chopping boards, and not so strangely, a large collection of knives.

Behind the bench she’d busied herself with untying the bundle of thyme and cutting the herb up into fine pieces, making quick work of it with a practiced hand from working in the Chip Shop. Around her a few members of the crew joked around eating dinner at the tables. They’d offered her some but she’d turned it down, she wasn’t hungry. She had thought about getting some for Harry though she figured that he wouldn’t be hungry either, but she’d send Gil over to get some later.

Once she had water boiling in a pot, she threw the thyme in and covered it with a cracked lid. While she waited, she leaned against the bench listening to the conversation around her, most of it was placing bets on each other as usual. But eventually it came to wanting to play a game of blackjack. Uma had never understood the rules of the game, but she knew Harry was good at it and soon there were calls about his whereabouts. Of course, the crew had asked her where he’d gone off to because most of them hadn’t seen him since midday. She’d fabricated some lie but she can’t remember what she’d said, though the crew had seemed to buy it as they dealt out the cards.

Now as she walks back to her quarters, she balances three mugs of tea on a chopping board for easier carrying, leaving the noise and laughter of the dining hall behind her. With the practiced balance of waitressing, she balances the board on one hand as she opens the door to the room. Stepping in she sees Gil sitting on the bed next to Harry who is leaning on him with his eyes closed, though Uma knows that he’s awake.

“I’m sorry, he wouldn’t stop shaking” Gil explains when he sees Uma’s eyes register that Harry is once again wearing his coat.

She offers him a small smile, knowing that he only means the best, but says nothing as she continues to walk towards them. Once she sets the board down on a small table by the bed, she turns back to them. “Harry?” she says gently, getting him to open his eyes.

Carefully she reaches past Gil and places the back of her fingers onto Harry’s forehead before moving them to his check. “It’s not too bad but we’ll keep an eye on it” Uma sighs as she withdraws her hand, turning back to the tray. Grabbing a mug off the top she hands it to Harry, making sure he has a sufficient grip on it before she lets go, then she gives another to Gil before taking the last one for herself.

While they drink their tea, Uma rattles off about the dumb bets she was over hearing in the kitchen. She and Gil have a laugh at some of them and debate whether others would be completed. Once all the mugs are placed back on the tray, Uma sends Gil to take them back to the kitchen and grab some dinner while he’s at it. When the door shuts behind him she turns to Harry.

“I don’t want you working tomorrow.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised that even in his weakened state, Harry opens his mouth to protest.

“No. I don’t care how little of a thing you want to do; the answer is no” she quickly shuts down. “I don’t care whether it’s just sitting there drawing the map, or helping me with the patrol roster. You’re not doing anything apart from resting.”

Harry didn’t even have time for his face to show a look of defeat before coughs bubble out of his chest. Uma should have taken pleasure out of the moment as it seemed to emphasise her point, but she didn’t, now hearing rumbling sounds from inside his chest.

“Does it hurt?” she asks after noting how Harry had kept the coughs supressed behind closed lips, trying to keep them as small as possible.

He blinks slowly and nods his head ever so slightly in confirmation.

She brushes his hair out from his face and continues to run her hand down his neck to his chest, while he closes his eyes. She hesitates, battling with her thoughts before she finally asks him, “why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling?”

Harry opens his eyes but says nothing, not knowing how to respond.

“I know you’ve been struggling all day, but you never said anything” Uma continues, hoping to prompt an answer from him.

“Just thought it would be nothing,” Harry justifies tiredly.

“I know and I believe you” Uma agrees. “But even when I pressed you about it, you kept denying it.”

“This isn’t a lecture, Harry” Uma says, taking Harry’s silence as being a sign of submission. “But as your Captain, I need to know if you’re not at your best” she finalises before placing her hand on Harry’s. “You’re a hard worker, Harry. Sometimes it’s okay to stop.”

Harry hesitates before he nods his head. “I don’t mean to disrespect your leadership” – he makes to apologise before Uma cuts him off.

“You don’t owe me an apology,” Uma shakes her head. “I get how things are around here,” she knew more than anyone that admitting weakness on the Isle would lead to your downfall. “I just don’t want it to be like that between us.”

And from that moment on, it never was.

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #harry hook #uma #gil #huma #sick #sneeze

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Siren   (Part 2)

part 1

Summary: With Ursula’s necklace broken, Uma feels the sweet allure of fate when a siren is thrown into the Isle of the Lost – their tears one of the few resources able to restore the power of the necklace. Though pirates and sirens were never meant to mix. Can Uma fix her mistake before it’s too late?

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“You can leave us now, Harry” Uma says after Harry places Adamaris down on the bed.

He nods to his captain before exiting and closing the door behind him.

After watching him leave Uma turns to the siren sitting on her mattress, “should find you some clothes, aye?”

Adamaris smiles shily at her before she turns away to rummage through her draws. After throwing a few clothes that she finds onto the bed Uma bussies herself at her desk arranging things to give Adamaris some privacy.

Uma looks up from her desk at the thwacking sound of Harry’s coat falling to the floor. She scoffs lightly to herself, seeing Adamaris fiddling with the collar of the shirt.

“It folds down like this, see” she says as she fixes it for her, folding the collar down so it lies flat across her shoulders. “You can wear it sticking up, but that isn’t the look most people go for.”

“I like it this way” Adamaris says shily, bringing her fingers up to tap against the folded collar.

Uma smiles warmly at her, choosing not to bring up that she knows this is the first time she’s worn clothes. So instead she settles for getting down to business. Drawing in a sigh she turns away to pull a chair up to the bed.

“What was your name again?” she asks despite already knowing it, figuring it would be a good icebreaker.

“Adamaris” the siren says turning toward her and swinging her legs up onto the bed, folding them at her side as if they were still connected in a tail.

“I’m gonna call you Maris for short – you cool with that?” Uma checks to which she nods and Uma nods back.

With that out of the way, Uma leans further back in her chair. “What are you doing here?” she gets down to business.

The way she said it wasn’t unfriendly but Adamaris seems slightly taken aback at her forwardness and takes a few seconds to answer. “It’s a bit of a long story.”

“I’ve got time for a long story” Uma changes her tactic to being more approachable.

“I come from the rivers that flow down from Mount Olympus and into the Sea of Ariel” if Adamaris didn’t know any better, she would comment on the dark look that crossed Uma’s face at the name. “Where the river mouth meets the sea is a breeding ground for my pod. We’re mostly left alone until people come looking for tears to harvest.”

“You know what for?” Uma asks.

She shakes her head. “You hear rumours that it’s to maintain the barrier or the Queen needs them for potions to stay youthful – but it’s fairly obvious people have realised they can be traded. Most of us don’t care because it doesn’t mean much for us to shed a tear for someone.”

“You think different?” Uma guesses by the tone of her voice.

“Of course, I think different” Adamaris says gaining confidence and beginning to speak more powerfully. “Why should someone benefit more than me over something I give them?”

Uma nods as she continues.

“Even the little ones – my younger brothers and sisters are forced into it. They don’t have the resistance that some of us older ones have.”

“So, it’s not just you who disagrees?”

“There’s me and a few others…” Adamaris’ voice fades out for a second as a saddening look passes across her face. “Until the Palace guards come along.”

“The Palace is in on this?”

“They were the ones who started it and everyone else followed their example. They’re ruthless if you don’t comply. Managed to crack everyone but me.”

“You’ve never shed a tear?” Uma suddenly sits straight in her chair, her eyes going wide.

“No, I haven’t, no… So, I guess they saw no use for me and threw me in here.”

Uma chews on her lips for a moment before it spreads into a smile. “I like you” she says suddenly.

Adamaris looks up from the floor where she had been staring, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Anyone who goes against the Palace like that has a place on my ship” Uma explains, standing up and nodding her head to the door. “Come on, I’ll show you round.”

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It had been a couple of days since then. In that time Adamaris began to adjust to the workings of the crew. She started in the lowest ranks scrubbing the deck, but that suited her fine since she still wasn’t used to having legs. It was nice to be able to work while sitting down.

She’d also been introduced to the rest of the crew which currently mills around her as she sits with her legs hanging off the edge of the deck next Harry as a party goes on behind them.

“You’re the only pirate here, you know?” she tells him, her voice slightly raised over the sound of music and stamping feet.

“Not entirely true” he says. “Most of their parents are in my father’s crew.”

Adamaris scoffs and rolls her eyes. “They’re merchants and traders.”

“All right then” Harry laughs. “If you know so much, what about Uma and Gil?”

“Uma’s a Cecaelia and Gil’s a farmer.”

“She’ll appreciate you calling her that” Harry holds his mug of rum out to her before taking a swig, knowing how Uma hates being referred to as a Sea Witch like her mother. “And what’s to say that a Cecaelia can’t be a pirate?”

“Wrong species” she smirks at him.

“So, you couldn’t be one either?” he tilts his head to her.

“Not only could I not be one, I would never want to be one.”

“Why not?”

“We’re complete opposites, we’re supposed to hate each other” she reminds him with a smile.

“And do you hate me?” he smirks at her but before Adamaris can answer Uma’s voice calls out to Harry from behind them. He sighs deeply as he hauls himself up, “Captain’s orders.”

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After Harry had left Adamaris got bored quickly. There was no one for her to talk to since she really didn’t know anyone else well enough to strike up a conversation. So, after she finished her mug of rum, she put it down on a nearby table and headed off below decks.

As she was making her way to the bunk room her ears picked up on her name being mentioned from behind the door of the Captain’s quarters. On instinct she stopped in her tracks to back up and listen in.

“… I really need that tear from her. First tears are the most powerful. If there’s anything that can restore the power of my mother’s necklace and get us of this island that’ll be it” Uma was saying as she sits behind her desk and Adamaris freezes, understanding what the words are about. “Her first tear, Harry…”

Harry was in on this?

The rest of the conversation is lost to her ears as Adamaris spins on her heels and backtracks to the exit. No one seems to pay her any mind as she bursts through the door and pushes her way through the crowds on the deck to escape off the ship. With her feet on the dock she takes off through the alleys, any direction to get away from the wharf.

She remembers fellow sirens telling her about what it feels like to cry. She’d always thought that tears would be cold, being water and all, but they had said that your eyes grow hot and the tears burn as they spill out. Gasping in a breath, she bites down on her lip as she feels her eyes start to burn – she would not cry over this. A bunch of pirates who want to use her for their own benefit will never be glorified by making her shed her first tear.

It was that thought that filled her with rage and made her both blind and deaf to her surroundings. Moving through the dark alleyways she never thought twice about someone sneaking up on her until it was too late and something knocked her in the back of the head.

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Adamaris comes to amongst the sounds of crashing waves. It would be relaxing if it weren’t for tail submerged in a shallow rockpool with the edge digging into the small of her back, her hands tied above her head, and a patch of tape over her mouth.

A growl sounds from her throat even before she opens her eyes to see a pair of Palace guards sitting on rocks close by.

“Oh look, she’s awake” one of them mocks in a faux-happy voice.

The other guard looks up at him from sharpening his sword – a clear intimidation tactic. “Silly move you made there, walking about on your own.”

“We tracked you from the ship” the first guard adds. “Seemed like they’re having a grand old time.”

“You think you found some friends? Too bad they won’t miss you” the second guard gets up off his rock and goes over to a pile of supplies.

Adamaris hisses at the sight of him picking up an all too familiar vile. Both guards ignore her as the first steps closer so he crouches down at the edge of the small rockpool.

“You were stupid to think that pirates would accept you. No one will accept you” he spits at her. “Not even your family.”

Adamaris pulls in a shaky breath.

“They didn’t put up much of a fight when you got the boot.” The guard turn to the other, raising his voice in mock confusion, “did they fight at all? I don’t remember seeing them fight to keep her.”

The words from the other guard are lost as the memory surfaces of her being pulled from the water and having chains latched around her while her family did nothing. Neither of her parents protested – firm believers that the Palace was not to be questioned, even over matters involving family. None of her younger brothers and sisters, who she had helped raise and look after, made a sound as she was dragged away. Not a tear was on any of their faces. They would cry because they were told to, but they wouldn’t cry for her.

She learns that tears can fall quickly as her eyes burn without any way to stop them. Before she knows it, the guard has the vile roughly pressed against her cheek, her first tear falling inside.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” the guard mocks, capping the vile. “If only you had given us that back in Auradon. That way you could have stayed there instead of spending the rest of your days rotting on this island.”

Little did he know that it didn’t matter where she went because no one anywhere wanted her unless it was for what she could give them.

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Rumours were always circulating around the Isle so it had been pretty easy to pick up on the whisperings of two Palace guards dragging a girl down to the caves by the shoreline, once they had found that their siren was missing. The trick was pinpointing which one.

A mix of sand and rocks crunch under Harry’s boots as he searches along the shoreline. In the limited light he can just make out the glint of Gil’s sword on his belt, and the blue of Uma’s hair further along the beach. He knows she’s furious at herself for being so careless - they both are. They should have known to keep better tabs on her when she’s wanted by many for a valuable resource.

He sighs deeply, contemplating searching somewhere else further down but when his breath stops, he hears the sound of an old sea shanty being sung close by. Pausing for a second, he blinks wondering if he’s imagining it but the sound is unmistakable and he turns away from it in favour of retrieving back up.

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It was immediately clear that the guards never planned to untie her. Though they had the mercy to pull the tape from her mouth, even if it was in the most aggressive way possible. It would have been a stupid decision if Adamaris wanted to put a spell over them, but she doesn’t. For that to work she would need to make them desire her and that is something that she doesn’t want to enact.

Though with nothing else to do she begins to sing.

“The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed”

Legends show the singing of sirens can carry over large distances and can be heard over winds and tides.

“and bound her in her bones the seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam”

Knowing this, if she’s lucky someone will hear her.

Going into battle often in their trio, makes moments like this ridiculously easy. Reaching the cave entrance, without a word they all know Uma will take the guard on the left, Harry will take the one on the right and Gil will guard the exit in case any of them try to escape.

Uma nods as the signal to her boys before her and Harry stride forward, all three raising their swords in the air.

“Yo ho, all hands Hoist the colours high”

Sounds of clashing swords echo from the cave walls, almost drowning out the last lines of singing.

“Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die.”

On the last lyric the final guard crumples into a heap at the Captain’s feet. With the battle over the three standing make their way to rockpool.

“You okay” Uma asks as she sheaths her sword.

“Like you care” Adamaris glares at her with a voice dripping in venom.

“What are you talking about?” Uma furrows her brow.

“You pretended to be my friend, but I know now that that” – she nods to tear in the vile Uma now holds - “is all you wanted from me.”

Uma looks down at the small vile in her hand.

“So, take it!” Adamaris yells. “You have what you want! Just leave me here like the rest of your kind would do to me.”

Uma is silent for a long while and if Adamaris had looked closer, she would have seen confliction in her eyes.

“I actually thought we could have been friends, you know?” Adamaris says quietly. “It felt nice to have people want me around for just me and not what I could give them. I was wrong.”

“No, you weren’t” Uma denies before she crushes the vile in her fist. Ignoring the sting of the glass drawing blood from her hand, she shakes away the shards dropping the broken pieces to the floor.

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The ship gently rocks beneath her as Adamaris hangs her legs off the edge. The sky is dark around her and the deck is quiet, the party long been packed away. In the distance she watches the lights of Auradon sparkling through the gaps in the mist as the wind blows it about.

At the sound of boots behind her she quickly wipes away a tear as Uma moves to sit next to her.

“At least let me know when your going to cry. They may not be your first tears but they’re still a valuable resource.”

Adamaris scoffs and her face breaks into a watery smile.

“You miss it don’t you?” Uma’s tone turns sympathetic.

“Hmm” Adamaris hums, “it’s still my home.”

“I never really thought how hard it must be for you to have everything there and now nothing here” Uma tells her.

She shakes her head. “Apart from freedom, you’ve given me more than I ever had over there.”

“We’ll give you that too.”

Adamaris looks over to her new Captain in confusion, not really sure what she’s meaning.

“Freedom” Uma nods over to Auradon. “We’ll get you back there… That’s a promise.”

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants fanfiction #isle of the lost #siren #the lost revenge #uma #harry hook #gil #original character

[lostonrevenge]

Siren   (Part 1)

Summary: With Ursula’s necklace broken, Uma feels the sweet allure of fate when a siren is thrown into the Isle of the Lost – their tears one of the few resources able to restore the power of the necklace. Though pirates and sirens were never meant to mix. Can Uma fix her mistake before it’s too late?

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The night appeared to be normal, the same cold winds down by the water and the same misty sky which turned everything grey. Uma, Harry and Gil were wondering back from the market place to the Lost Revenge after a little mischief making, their laughter echoing off the walls of the alleyways.

“We should do this again” Uma told her boys as they exited an alley which opened out onto the waterfront where they now stood. “I want to raid some of Mother Gothel’s lanterns, they looked nice.”

While Harry makes a sound of agreement, Gil’s mind is distracted elsewhere as he focuses on a spot of light in the distance.

“Gil, whaddya think?” Uma asks him as she turns to him. He was never as excited as Harry about stealing things, but he normally showed some sort of interest.

“What’s that?” Gil ignores her as he points to the spot of light.

“It’ll just be star” Harry is quick to dismiss.

“No, it’s too low to be a star” Uma says as she makes her way towards the light that is in line with the water. The boys follow her till they reach the water’s edge at the end of the wharf.

“It’s heading for the entrance” Harry points out as the light travels across the water, appearing to be floating mid-air above its surface.

Upon realising that Harry’s right, Uma nods her head, gesturing for the boys to follow her to the entrance. They carefully hug the shadows of the shacks on the wharf until they creep forward to hide behind the archway as the entrance of the Isle.

“No one was supposed to be coming” Uma whispers as she crouches down at the edge of the arch, both boys stand behind looking over her.

“Mal won’t be coming back, would she?” Gil asks.

Normally Auradon would warn them if they were coming to the Isle. In fact, they normally made a big deal of it, holding parade type events and pretending that the Isle’s people loved them. So, for someone to come here unannounced was suspicious to say the least.

“Why would she?” Uma dismisses as she continues to watch the light. As it comes closer the seemingly singular light splits into two. “It’s a car” she says as she looks back up at the boys.

Gil’s face is fixed with a look of puzzlement as he watches the car come nearer. Harry’s body language is set in defence, muscles tight and eyes glaring at the approaching lights. “What are they doing here?” he speaks lowly through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know, but there’s not many of them” Uma replies. She’s just as furious as Harry with having their homeland invaded unannounced but she’s also curious as to why they are there in the dead of night.

“Do you think they’re picking up more kids?” Gil asks, a brighter tone to his voice.

“They’d make a big show of it, wouldn’t ya think?” Harry says to him as the car passes through the barrier, the outside being rimmed in gold light.

The three of them prepare to retreat further back behind the archway but to their surprise the car stops just before the entrance.

“What’s it doing?” Uma asks as she leans forward in anticipation.

Before any of the boys can answer the front doors of the car swing open and two dark silhouettes of men step out. They are instantly recognisable as palace guards by the hats they wear and the shape of their shoulders. All three of them tense when they see the swords strapped to their belts, but to their relief instead of walking towards the Isle they turn and walk to the back of the car.

Uma gasps in a breath that she holds when the men open the boot and some kind of commotion arises. Appearing out to the side of the car the men carry a humanoid shape that thrashes in their grip. In the dark it’s hard to see but Uma can tell the figure is being held by chains, which clink as the form struggles in the arms of its captors. She’s about to move to get a closer look when she feels Harry place his hand on her shoulder, warning her to stay in place.

“Can you hear what they’re saying?” Uma asks back at the boys as her own ears strain to hear any voices from the guards.

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“Should we take the chains off her?” one guard asks the other.

“No, she can breathe underwater” says the second as they walk to the edge of the bridge. “Let her struggle in them.”

“Underwater” Uma mouths from where she listens.

“Whoa, wait!” the second guard stops the first from removing the tape over her mouth. “She’ll put a spell on us!”

“No, she won’t. Not if we’re quick” says the first one. “Also, how can she breathe underwater if her mouth is covered? We were sent to drop her off, not kill her.”

The second guard huffs in annoyance and Uma thinks that he only obeys the command out of fear of losing his job. “Alright, let’s just get this over with. I hate this place.”

At his partner’s agreeance the first guard rips off the tape which is followed by an ear-splitting scream, not one of pain but one filled with anger.

Uma flinches back, her back hitting Harry’s legs as he whispers, “Siren.”

Her mouth drops open at the realisation. She had heard pirates’ tales about them but she had always thought that they were just recitings of drunken hallucinations.

“Throw her over” the second guard says before he and his partner swing their arms, hurtling the siren off the bridge, turning their backs to the sound of the splash below.

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As soon as the guards make their way back to the car, Uma is on her feet and about to run to the edge of the bridge when she feels Harry’s hand tighten on her shoulder. “Wait” he whispers in her ear.

Uma breathes restlessly as she watches the car reverse away from the Isle. Only calming down slightly when she feels Gil’s hand slip into hers.

At the gold light shining around the edge of the car as it passes through the barrier, the boys let her go and she races to the edge of the bridge. Looking over at the water she sees its surface still mending from the bubbles of the splash.

“Is she dead?” Gil’s small voice interrupts their silence.

Uma looks over at Harry.

“She can breathe” he assures them both.

“Can she swim with those chains on?” Uma asks him.

“Depends how heavy they are. They’re strong swimmers but with the current…” he pauses looking over the edge, seeming to consider the possibilities of the siren resurfacing. “If she makes it up, she’ll be weak and vulnerable.”

“We need to find her and before anyone else does” Uma says adamantly. “We’ll search the shore in the morning with the rest of the crew. She won’t make it up for a while now.”

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By the time the sun was rising the crew were already out searching the shoreline for any sign of life. They spread out along the rocks at the water’s edge, some still on the dock keeping a lookout but so far, they had found nothing.

Down the beach further Uma, Harry and Gil search amongst the shore edge, scattered boulders and rock pools. After being distracted by finding a nice-looking starfish Gil looks up when he hears Uma’s voice call out from behind a mound of boulders. In and instant he’s making his way towards her, Harry not far behind him from where he had been further down the bank.

Together they find Uma standing on the shore a respectable distance away from a figure in the water being lapped by the waves, bound by chains. Now in the day light they can see the captive more clearly. Lying on her side her face covered in a mop of long dark red hair which floats with the waves, her fair skinned torso morphing into a grey tail.

“Harry do you have your hook?” Uma asks as the boys stop next to her.

Harry doesn’t reply to the obvious question as he walks toward the figure in the waves. He approaches slowly, being careful not to startle the siren. She hasn’t looked up at him or moved in any way, but he knows she’s aware of him approaching her.

It isn’t until he’s a few steps away from her that she moves and he instantly stops, not wanting to be seen as a threat. A weak growl sounds from inside her throat as she tries to scream but she’s too exhausted for any sound to come out.

“Save your strength, lass. I’m not going to hurt you” Harry speaks gently as he crouches down in front of her. He takes hold of the padlock holding the chains together but when he brings up his hook to pick the lock, the siren panics at seeing its sharp point.

She growls again and thrashes in the waves, beating her tail into the sand, kicking up a splash of water that covers them both.

“You’ll only hurt yourself if you go about it like that” Harry says calmly as he slowly removes his hand from the lock and withdraws his hook away from her. “I’m sure you want to get out of these.”

Slowly the siren starts to calm down and the thrashing stops but her grey eyes never hide her terror. Taking this as a sign of permission, Harry once again takes hold of the padlock and dismantles it with his hook in a couple of quick twists. Slowly he unwraps the chains. Carefully placing them down on the sandy shore, pausing in between each one to remain as nonthreatening as possible.

Once the last chain is removed, Harry raises his hands in the air and stands up slowly in a surrendering gesture. Now free the siren hesitantly moves her arms, stretching them out carefully after being restrained for so long, never once taking her eyes off the pirate. She still doesn’t trust him not to hurt her, it wouldn’t be the first time one of her kind was rescued by one of his, only to be hurt by their hand. Drawing her arms back into her body she pushes herself back into deeper water and quickly swims away, leaving him standing alone in the waves.

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“Was she hurt?” Uma asks Harry as he re-joins them.

“Nah” he shakes his head.

“She was tired though” Uma says, “I heard her trying to scream.”

“Aye, she was” Harry agrees as they head back to the rest of the crew to stop the search.

“You’re not disappointed she swam off?” Gil asks Uma, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“No, I expected her too” she says simply. “I need her to trust us. She has to come to us on her own.”

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Harry barely had to wait anytime at all from when he’d sat down on the rock at the water’s edge, placing the tray of food down next to him. He’d thought he might be out waiting for hours or have to hide behind a rock so that the siren would show up, but it was no time at all before he saw a shape moving beneath the water.

She approached him slowly, her shoulders out of the water like she was trying to be as tall as possible to assert some form of dominance. Though she still eyed him distrustfully and angled her body away from him so she could make a quick escape if she needed to.

“You know I can hunt for myself?” her voice breaks the silence like a sweet song to Harry’s ears.

“Yet, you took the food we left out for you this morning, and ye came back” Harry reminds her, pushing the tray forward to entice her to reach for it. Before adding, “though, I doubt that ye could currently.”

She can tell by the way he eyes her, that he knows she is still too weak to hunt for anything apart from shellfish. “Suppose that I could: have you considered that I might think this is a safe spot?” she points out as she stops in front of the rock.

“Nothing’s safe around here.”

“I’ve noticed… I’m sorry” she says, sympathy reflecting in her eyes. She’s surprised that the pirate doesn’t ask how she’d got here. From what she’d heard, people of the Isle are ruthless and have no boundaries. Though he doesn’t push her, and lets silence fall between them while she eats from the tray.

After washing the last of the fish grease off her hands in the water, she looks back up to the pirate on the rock, staring out the sea. “What’s your name?”

“I saved you, you tell me yours first” he breaks his longing gaze away from the horizon to smirk down at her.

“You were given the order to save me” she corrects, remembering the girl on the shore finding her and calling him over.

“Her name is Uma – my Captain” he tells her. “My name’s Harry.”

“Harry Hook?” she guesses looking at the hook in his hand. The factor of children carrying around symbols of their parents on the Isle is known to her.

He nods.

“What do you want from me, Harry Hook?”

“For now, just your name.”

“Adamaris” the siren says swimming backwards before she dives and swims away.

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The cold surface of a rock presses against her back as Adamaris hides from sailors roaming around the rocks. It had been happening more and more frequently over the last few days. Whether they’d heard word of a siren around the rocks and were searching for her, she didn’t know. But she knew she couldn’t be spotted.

For the last few minutes, she had been trying to get back to the open sea but got stopped in her tracks each time as the sailors came closer to her path. She backpedals again as their voices come closer, taking refuge in a rockpool with higher walls.

Leaning against the edge of the rock, she sighs in relief letting her eyes close. She knows that she can’t stay there long but it is a safe enough place to stay until the sailors move away again. With another breath of relief, she opens her eyes, but her racing heart doesn’t calm down now sensing a presence behind her.

Instinctively she turns around to see a figure standing behind her in a red coat. Her body jerks backward with a splash trying to get away from them before her mind catches up with her.

“Good thing you picked this one” Harry Hook says, keeping his voice low as he crouches down at the edge of the rockpool. “There’s a tunnel through the rock over there, that leads to a cave” Harry doesn’t wait for her to reply before he continues and points behind her.

Her eyes follow his hand to a rock behind her with an opening under the water’s surface. She turns back to him and fixes him with a look to show that she understands, before she turns and swims through it.

The swim through the tunnel was longer than she expected, but it made sense in hindsight since she had to do a 180 turn from the ocean. There were a couple of tight spots for her to fit between but she was able to squeeze through and make her way into the pool of the cave where she found Harry waiting for her.

“How did you know about this place?” Adamaris asks Harry as she swims to the edge of the pool to meet him.

“Uma and I know almost everything about the shore here” he tells her.

“Can I ask why you wanted me here?” she asks him.

Harry’s eyes seem to light up as the topic on his mind is brought up. “The waters around here are no longer safe for you. My Captain would like me to bring you back to our ship.”

Adamaris smirks slightly at how his language suddenly turned formal like he was reading out a proclamation. She didn’t bother to question their motives for wanting her on their ship. They had proven themselves kind to her and realistically she had nowhere else to go except into the hands of more captors. If they planned to hold her and keep her prisoner, she would go with it until she got a better feel for her surroundings and then escape.

“Sure” she says.

Harry seems a little dumbfounded at her sudden decision, though he only shows this through a small shuffle back. Reigning himself in, he crouches down at the edge of the rockpool before hooking his hands under her arms and hauling her out.

Up on the rocky surface Adamaris swings the rest of her tail out of the water before looking up at him. “Harry, when I turn I” – she doesn’t need to finish her sentence telling him that she’ll be naked since he’s already stepped back, taking off his coat.

With a blank look on his face he leans down to place it over her before he takes a few steps away and turns his back to her.

She smiles at his chivalry. He hadn’t even stared at her bare chest under her long hair, like the boys in Auradon do. Shrugging the coat more securely around her shoulders she allows her tail to morph into legs.

Harry turns around when he hears a small laugh escape from her, seeing her slowly switching her newly formed legs up and down in the air. “How many times have you turned?” he asks her as he steps back toward her.

“Once or twice, just to sees what legs look like really” she tells him as he crouches down next to her.

“So, I’m taking it walking will be a problem?” he smiles widely and doesn’t wait for an answer before picking her up and carrying her out of the cave.

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It was an interesting walk through the Isle for her. Even growing up in Auradon with fancy castles as opposed to rusting slums, Adamaris had never really been across land. Occasionally she would swim down rivers and the deeper streams to catch a glimpse of modern civilisation, but even she knew that buildings and architecture weren’t supposed to look like this. She’d heard whispers of how bad living conditions on the Isle were, but they’d largely been kept under wraps. Now she could see why.

“How can anyone live here?” she muses as Harry and her step out from an alley onto a wharf.

“We don’t have a choice” is all he says to her as he carries her toward a ship docked in front of them.

As they step onto the ship, Adamaris spots the blue haired girl Harry referred to as Uma commanding the crew moving things around the deck.

“Oh, good you got her” she sighs in relief, abandoning her task and walking towards them. “Take her to my quarters.”

part 2

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