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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Soul Mark (Sea 3 +Chaudrey Additon);

Author's note; Can be seen as poly, romantic and platonic, or solely platonic. Whatever floats your boat. Just don't be mean about the ships because that's not nice.

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Harry's soulmark had always confused him. Even when he was old enough to know what exactly a soul mark was.

Because it was like nothing he had ever seen before.

It was of four objects forming an X: a rose, a crown sneaker, a seashell necklace, and a stag head necklace.

Usually people only had a singular or double object that overlapped soulmark. But he had four that didn't even touch one another.

And no one really knew what that meant. Which frustrated him to no end.

He acted like didn't care about it. Joked that it was supposed to represent his life as a pirate. But deep down Harry knew that wasn't true and silently cursed the mark.

Wondering why it couldn't have been simple like Cj's Llama potion one or Ginny's golden gun or even Harriet's flour covered bat.

It was gonna be impossible to find a person with all four of those things!

Harry thought he had found his soul mate when he had seen Uma's soulmark when he was 7, which was almost identical to his.

An X with a rose, a crown sneaker, and a stag head necklace. But in place of the seashell necklace, was a handheld hook like the one he had taken to carrying around.

She had thought so too. Had thought they were supposed to be partners in crime.

And then Gil came along, changing the game entirely and making them realize something jaw dropping.

He had an almost identical soulmark, minus the staghead. Having all four of the other marks in the shape of an X. Just like them.

And if Uma's theory was correct, that meant that they had two other soulmates out there.

Platonic or not.

Soulmates who were most likely not on the isle.

Which only preceeded to make things even more complicated.

Audrey grew up confused by her soul mark and the secrecy around it.

Grew up confused as to why she wasn't allowed to remove the bracelet around her wrist. And why Chad had to do the same.

Why they both got in trouble when they asked and why Chad's grandpa always looked so sad when he talked about how excited he was to meet his soulmate.

They were seven when they both decided to sneak a peak at their soulmarks to find that they were almost identical.

Hers was of a crown sneaker, a hand held hook, a seashell necklace, and a stag head necklace in the shape of an ex.

His was the same but in the place of the sneaker was a rose.

Both of them were confused as to why they weren't allowed to know they were eachother's soulmate.

Audrey just figured it was because her grandmother wanted her and Ben to have a chance.

Audrey was 12 when she realized that the mark meant she had multiple soulmates. Like Jim Jr and Jane's cousin, Eliza, who were 2/3s of a trio.

12 when she realized that her other 3 soulmates were on the isle.

She told herself that it was okay. That they were together and that all she needed was Chad and Ben.

Her and Chad both knew, deep down, that that wasn't true. Even If they were both in denial about it.

Ben didn't tell Audrey that his soulmark was a dragon and she didn't know that Mal's soulmark was of Ben's ring.

She didn't know.

And it didn't soften the heart ache at all when she got dumped.

It didn't stop her from growing bitter towards Chad even though she knew it wasn't his fault that they would never meet their soulmates.

Maleficent's staff multipled those feelings when it possessed her and made her act out terribly towards him.

And, as she would find out much later, it made her act out against her other 3 soulmates as well.

Audrey would never stop regretting it.

Harry knew as soon as he saw her that she was one of them. And judging by the look in Uma's eyes, she knew it to.

Maybe that's why she didn't stop him from dancing with the girl in pastel pink who had attacked them.

Maybe that's why she smiled at them when they approached her after.

And when Gil dragged Chad to the Lost Revenge that night, the 5 of them finally felt at peace.

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mistydragonflyart · 10 months

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My friend (@countingships) and I wrote a fanfic!!!

It’s called The Three-Pointed Crown and you can read it here!

Hope y’all check it out. You don’t have to like Descendants to like our fanfic. We don’t even like Descendants all that much.

#my art #art #digital art #illustration #fanart #descendants #disney descendants #fanfic #please one person read it and comment we need one validation #evie descendants #ben descendants #evie x ben #soulmates au #fanfic art #the staircase drawing nearly killed me it was after my ass

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shitpostingkats · 6 months

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Okay okay okay, since you are at the start of season 2. I need to ask something rq.

What do you think about Soulburner and Flame so far? Soulburner is my favorite personally from the entirety from Vrains, but I also love Flame. So I am very curious to hear what you think about them so far!! SORRY I AM JUST EXCITED GO HEAR PEOPLE'S OPINIONS OF STUFF I LIKE-

Excitement is always welcome in this house, bestie.

I'm having a BLAST with Soulburner, in exactly the way you sometimes look at characters that seems almost suspiciously tailor made to your character tastes. What do you MEAN he's a happy love filled shonen boy with fire and explosions???? AND he's an awkward socially blunt weirdo by day???? Who leaked the file of Spk's Favorite Character Types and decided to throw that into a blender????

LOOK AT THIS SCARF.

How much in-game currency do you think he paid for an animated accessory with a custom particle trail? I'm obsessed.

He's got such a good dynamic with Yusaku, both capable of laser focusing on the task at hand, but Theo does it in such a different font. The only bad thing I can say about him is that I am not capable of following the rapid fire flow of information that is Salamangreats, and my word association brain finds it very weird that the archetype has yet to show me a single salamander monster. What do you MEAN this isn't an archetype based on lizards???

(Literally my only complaint. I understand that it's silly but I really like lizards okay. Kagetokage was peak and I miss him every day. But I am coming around to salads.)

Flame is such a delight as well. Instead of the passionate idiot that you'd normally associate with Fire (Soulburner has that base covered), we've got this cool and collected british dude who you think has it put together until he opens his mouth and you realize he's a little bit insane actually. I just met a certain little green fella and am slowly coming to realize that all the ignis are just Like This. And it's GREAT. And totally makes sense for the weird road to personhood these lil guys had, but mostly I just love that they're all unhinged and slightly wrong in the head. Icons, the lot of them.

But most importantly, the thing that absolutely endears Flame and Soulburner to me is their dynamic together. Friend shaped cheerful shonen boy who just wants friends but also lights himself on fire on the reg, and his six inch tall little weirdguy whose snippy and sarcastic but gives friendship speeches to his human buddy because he openly shows that he would burn down the whole world for this guy. Just like Ai and Yusaku, they've got this ever-so-slightly-unhealthy trauma bond going on. (Which is great. Again, praise be to the writing that this show makes such a complicated dynamic come across even while not directly addressing it, just in little day-to-day conversations and incidental remarks.) But unlike the other two, they're also so openly affectionate and casually ride-or-die. They laugh at each others jokes! They gas up each others bits and have honest conversations! They're freaking besties and it's so funny when they're standing next to Mx. Yusaku "I have never learned what a normal healthy social interaction is in my life" Fujiki and Mr. A "I grew up on the internet and have a weird understanding of social norms so I just make jokes and think that constitutes a friendship" i.

I knew I'd love them when Theo sat down and tried to explain human social rituals to Flame through their shared special interest, I knew I ADORED them when Soulburner asked "Why are you acting like we're going to lose?" and Flame replied "For dramaaa~"

#the weird relationships between ignis and their counterpart lost children my freaking BELOVED #they're traumabonded they're kinda deranged they love each other so much they're soulmates they're weirdos #we meet Ai in the first season and we're like 'oh wow he's the black sheep of the family!'#and then we meet the other ignis and it turns out they're all like this #in their own special way #10/10 enterance in the series for Soulburner #it's hard to beat descending from the sky on a tornado of fire #though I do have a question. In flashbacks to like three months ago Theodore doesn't have glasses.#Did he just start needing them in the past few weeks or something #Did he have to get a script while in the middle of moving cities #or is he just nearsighted and doesn't wear them for reading #as a fellow glasses wearer this is deeply important to me #yugioh #vrains #spk watches vrains #yugioh vrains #ygo vrains #asks #answered asks #soulburner #theodore hamilton #flame vrains

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P5

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

warning; SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), blood, biting(consensual).

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy.

*note/warning; some fat/body shaming from one of the characters-fat/chubby/big bodies are beautiful-fuck other people's options if they're negative.

In the days that followed the day trip to Genoa, Harry found himself sleeping through the nights with no burning heat under his skin. Finally able to get a full night's sleep since the 2nd night of the cruise. The royal cruise ship was heading back to Auradon-of course being scheduled for one last stop before it was set to head straight home, but it seemed-whoever it was- had given up on drugging Harry.

And while Harry felt immense relief at that-he couldn’t help but miss spending the night with (y/n). Harry sighed, looking up at his cabin ceiling, his mind wandering to places it really shouldn’t. his body shuddered at the memory of you, your thighs against his hips, your mouth on him, the way his hands fit perfectly against your sides, warm and plush-he swallowed harshly when he remembered how you smelled, how you sounded, how you tasted.

Harry let out a shaking huff, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. ��Get a grip Harry, for god's sake” he muttered to himself, his cheeks already warm as he felt himself get hard. He bit his lip-glancing at his door-seeing it was locked and slowly dipped his hand below the blankets, gasping lightly as his hand met his bulge, twitching under his palm.

“Fuck.” Harry muttered, already beginning to pant as he rubbed himself over his boxers, his cheeks beginning to burn as he slowly began to rut his hips into his palm, a wet spot slowly growing on his boxers. “hhaaa-ha-ah~” Harry tilted his head back into his pillow, closing his eyes as he imagined your hand instead of his, and his fingers soon dipped below the band of his boxers.

His shoulders jolted as he touched his tip, already leaking with precum, and slicking his fingers up. “Fuck-“ Harry cursed quietly, clutching his pillow as his head thrashed to the side, clenching his jaw as he started to slowly draw his fingers up and down his hardened cock. “ahh-“ he remembered the last night he had come to your room for help-the day before Genoa, he remembered you going on your knees-you’re pretty eyes looking back up at him, fuck you were so fucking pretty. He remembered your tongue on his cock-fluttering against his tip and licking up his shaft.

His hips jolted, forcing his cock through his fist and he groaned, gasping for breath as he stroked his dick, his eyes screwed tightly closed as the slick sound of his skin closing around the tip echoed in his ears. God, he wanted to taste you again, to hold your hips down as he sucked on your clit-to fuck you till you both dropped.

Without the help of that damned drug.

A loud moan ripped from Harry’s lips and he quickly covered his mouth, unable to stop them from pushing out his chest as that heat coiled in his belly, his fist and hips getting faster, precum soaking his boxers and hand. He started to pant your name out, breathy moans interrupting his speech “(y/n-fuuah-(y/n) ahh-ahh~ hhhah (y/n)~”

His belly jolted, the hot coil in his belly tightening as he thrust into his fist-he thought he might bite through his lip as he came closer to that peak. He let out a groaned whisper of your name-his cheeks blazing as that coil snapped, his back arching slightly as he came-ropes of cum coating his belly and soiling his boxers.

Harry collapsed, breathing heavily as he felt himself relax, his cheeks slowly cooling down as he pulled his hand up from the sheet-scrunching his nose at the strings of cum and precum stretched between his fingers and palm. “Shower time” he muttered to himself, hopping out bed and into the bathroom-not bothering to turn the lights on.

He hit the cold water-and in an instant the heat that blazed under his skin disappeared-but the thoughts of you didn’t. “Fuck.” he muttered, turning the shower to hot as he rested his hands on the wall, letting his head hang between his shoulders. But instead-they were thoughts of you just-being you, smiling, laughing, eating, playing with your rings, messing with the opal necklace he had gotten you, biting your inner lip as you read a book.

Looking at him.

Harry let out a long sigh, brushing his soaked hair back as his body further relaxed, but the flush of his cheeks returned-in just a week, he had fallen so hard for a girl he hadn't even known existed before the cruise. and once again he thought it a sin that he hadn’t. You deserved to be known, to be loved, to be worshipped. He remembered the piece of obsidian that sat in his jacket pocket; wondering when he would give it to you.

He wondered if you would accept it. He flushed further, remembering how Uma had explained what gift-giving meant to merpeople, it was a way of courting, and Harry remembered not minding that at all. He still didn’t, he wanted to keep giving you gifts, rings, rocks, bracelets, necklaces, jackets, hoodies, plushies, anything he could get his hands on that would suit you.

He chuckled at the thought of you in his favorite hoodie-a black hoodie covered in skulls, but damn you would look so damn cute in it. He glanced to the side, remembering the cruise would be making its final stop tomorrow at Puerto Rico, before heading straight back to Auradon-and he decided he would ask you on a proper date this time. Just the two of you, and maybe he would gain the courage to ask you out properly, obsidian rock and all.

He smiled at the thought, of dating you; holding your hand, kissing your cheek, holding you close, you wearing his hoodies, him smelling of your perfume, tracing your scales in the sunlight, swimming with you-admiring your beautiful mermaid form.

He nodded to himself, slicking his hair back again and turning off the water-stepping out of the shower and quickly drying off, putting a clean pair of boxers on, and making sure his sheets were clean before getting back in bed.

He would ask you out tomorrow. And he hoped you wouldn’t think it was just because of the god-amazing sex.

You rut your hips against your fingers, panting as you felt that hot coil in your tummy tighten, your mind a flurry of images provided from those wonderful five nights and sixth day. His stupid lopsided smirk looking down at you, the turn of his arm as he thrust his fingers inside you, his hot breath against your throat as he moaned against your ear.

“Fuck-“ you cursed, curling in on yourself as you managed to hit that spot inside you-though your fingers were no match for Harry’s. God his fingers were heavenly, long and nimble-perfect for hitting each spot instead and pulling you apart wonderfully. “Harry-“ you cried his name out, your toes curling as you came, heat bursting across your skin, your fingers coming to a sudden stop as your orgasm thrummed through you.

You panted as you came back down from your high-your ears ringing and vision slowly unblurring. “Fuck.” you muttered, pulling your fingers out from your underwear and rubbing your face with your clean hand, slowly getting out of bed to wash your hands. Gods-you had a crush on that handsome fuck before-but never had he invaded your mind so relentlessly before. Every waking moment your mind was bombarded with his toned chest, his carved v-line, his callused hands, his stupid-cute lopsided smile, his laugh, the scrunch of his nose, the furrow of his brow.

In just less than a week-you had gone from hopeless crush to hopelessly falling in love. if you ever found the fuck that had been drugging Harry, while they were sick in the head for doing it in the first place-you would have to thank them for putting you in Harry’s line of sight.

If not for that drug, you might’ve never known Harry as you did now. You knew more than most actually-and had a connection no one expected. Which reminded you to set up a trip to Neverland to take Harry there, and let him meet your mother-his mother's best friend; before she was kidnapped by Hook.

You sighed at the thought, wondering what Harry’s colors would be-there were opal now, iridescent even-and until he touched neverland waters for the first time-they would stay that way. You wondered if his sister had the same effect on her scales. Probably. No reason they wouldn’t.

You finished washing up and slid back into bed, your eyes catching onto the plethora of gifts Harry had gotten you during the day trip to Genoa, your eyes caught onto the opal necklace most of all. Did he know what he had been doing? Had Uma explained it? Had he just-been going off instructs and still didn’t know exactly what he was doing?

You flushed at the thought of him properly asking you out, gift and all, that stupid smile on his lips as he held you close. Something told you in your gut to get him something in return-a weapon of some sort was most traditional but considering you were on a cruise and security was pretty tight, you probably wouldn’t be able to get him one in Puerto Rico.

If anything-you would have to wait till you got back to Auradon, and properly accept him there. But….that didn’t mean you couldn’t browse the market.

You nodded, it was decided, you would start looking for an acceptable gift for Harry-you just hoped your instincts were right in telling you to do so. You fell asleep soon after that, dreams of dating Harry Hook filling your sleep.

You grumbled as someone knocked on your door-just as that someone had since you had slept in together. “’s unlocked” you called out, voice a bit raspy as Harry opened the door, that stupidly cute smile on his face “g’mornin lass” Harry purred, sliding over to you and sitting down next to you. “breakfast is bein’ served, and yer sleepin’ through it~” you huffed, reaching up to rub your eyes and then dropping them down at your sides, one of your hands laying over Harry’s thigh. He took your hand and rubbed his thumb on your palm, chuckling down at you as you yawned.

“was’ for breakfast?” you asked, moving to lay your head on Harry’s thigh, his hand moving from your palm to your cheek. Harry pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he looked to the side “uh….i didn’ check yet. I jus’ woke up myself” Harry chuckled, drawing his hand under your torso and lifting you up to rest against his shoulder “now up up, we ‘ave a long day ahead” you perked up at that, resting your chin on his shoulder, breathing in his sharp ocean-metal scent.

“Oh?” you asked, watching as a pink flush grew on Harry’s ears as he stared into your eyes, getting so easily lost in them “And what are we doing today?” Harry swallowed, looking away for a moment then smiling at you, shyly. “i-I was hopin’, we….we could go out on a date? Like-like a real one?” he asked quietly, looking down at his hands, his cheeks turning pink.

You blinked-he-what?? “you-wanna-me?” your voice cracked as you spoke, and you were wide awake as you sat up properly. Well you would definitely have to get him a proper gift to accept his courting. “aye, and-please don’t think this about tha’ sex, cuz-fuck thank you so much fer helping me with all” he made a gesture, his cheeks red “tha’ but…i-I really like ye an…an” he pulled something out of his pocket, and you gasped-it was a shimmering piece of obsidian, so black it rivaled the night sky “I dunno how ta do all this-mermaid courting stuff but-I hope all tha’” he nodded to his gifts from last week “and this,” he held up the obsidian. “will suffice.”

You nearly cried, gently taking the rock from his palm and holding it to your chest-your instincts purring with delight and that voice in your head screaming for you to accept him, to give him a nice thing, something a protector needed. “In proper mermaid courting rituals,” you whispered, staring into Harry’s eyes, which were dilated-yours were too. “usually the one being asked, or the gifted-would give back something that symbolizes the gifter, or you-and-while I do accept-until I give you my gift, it’s not official, but I do accept.” Harry grinned taking your free hand and kissing it, sending shivers down your spine and your laughter through the room.

“Can't wait ta see what ye gift me~.” Harry purred, chuckling as you rolled your eyes, pushing him to stand as you slipped out of bed. “You’ll see, you’ll see, now go! I have to get dressed-date appropriate ‘n all” you muttered, butterflies fluttering through you at the mention of the sudden date.

He actually wanted to date you-he had meant to start the courting ritual-Harry Hook actually wanted to date-YOU. You were going to implode you were so happy. You quickly got dressed after Harry skipped out of your room, telling you he would see you at breakfast.

“He actually wants to date me” you whispered to yourself as you walked towards the dining room, already able to smell breakfast. “He actually likes me” you felt giddy-your heart a flurry of emotions, all good. Nothing could ruin this day-nothing.

Nyx seethed as she once again watched you join Harry and his friends for breakfast-just as you had the day before, and the day before, and the day before-joining them for lunch and dinner as well. “How dare she.” Nyx hissed to herself, bending the metal of her fork as she glared daggers into your back. “He’s mine you fish bitch.” Nyx stabbed the egg she had been eating, grumpily chewing it as she continued to stare you down.

She couldn’t take you down here, not while everyone was too easily close by, and not with security around 24/7 since it was discovered by the king about Harry being drugged. Which was only half the reason she stopped attempting her little plan. Her half of the potion just-wouldn’t work-it was supposed to lead Harry directly to her, it was supposed to make him painfully horny for her, and only she could alleviate his pain. And he would use her as a means of relief-and thanks to both ends of the potion, he would get her pregnant.

And he would be hers. He was supposed to be hers. Why wasn’t he hers?! Why had he gone to this-random fat bitch?! What did this-(y/n)- have that she didn’t? Nyx had a perfect body, flat stomach, no double chin, perfect legs-why had Harry been attracted to you?!

She hated the way he looked at you, like a gift from the gods, his hand always finding its way onto your back, his lips on your shoulder or the top of your head, she had found him staring at you when you weren’t looking-at your thighs, your belly, arms-everything-like it was something good to be looked at.

What in the hell did you have-that she didn’t?! You were just some-mermaid!! You probably spelled him before she had the chance-you had duped her from the start. Nyx grit her teeth painfully, scrunching her nose as she forced her eyes to leave you and Harry-avoiding the sight of Harry kissing your cheek-to which Uma and Gil shared a knowing smirk as you blushed heavily.

She was going to get him back. And if she couldn’t? then no one could have him.

Nearly as soon as the ship had made port-you and Harry were on the town, going on your date. You knew he had only asked you out that morning, but god if the idea of going on a date with him still didn’t send butterflies through you. Your hand was held in his, the two of you walking side by side, your hands swinging between the two of you.

Who thought a wild passion-filled night would end up in such a sweet day? You giggled at the thought, shaking your head as Harry glanced down at you, his brow perked in curiosity. “So,” Harry started after the two of you walked around a bit, exploring the city of San Juan-which was just breathtakingly beautiful, especially once you got into the older parts of it, with cobblestone roads leading your path and amazing buildings surrounding you. “I’ve-never been on a date…what do we do?” you laughed, tipping your head into his arm.

“We just-hang out, have some food, explore-just enjoy time together.” you explained as best you could, Harry nodded. He could do that, that was easy, he already loved being around you. Dating was easy, going on a date with you was easy. And so-you explored; enjoying the multi-colored city, stopping at street vendors(Harry nearly melted at the Empanadas), and you gazed around at the market-peeking inside shops you passed-your instincts constantly calling to look for a good gift for Harry.

You wanted to get him a knife of some sort-one that was as pretty as his eyes. And you didn’t know if you would find something for him where-or if you would be able to. “Might need a permit or something to bring a fuckin knife on the ship” you muttered to yourself, Harry on the other side of the street-buying you another pretty thing his eye caught onto.

You smiled, even after you accepted his offer, he still wanted to get you pretty things, his only explanation being that his brain kept going ‘oh pretty thing, (y/n) must have it’ and he just-didn’t bother trying to stop it or himself from getting that pretty thing. speaking of which-you turned, seeing Harry walking up to you, that stupid pretty smirk on his lips “what is it this time?” you teased, holding out your hands, your scales shimmering in the sun-as were Harry’s.

You noticed they appeared more often, probably because he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. Once you learned of his heritage-he stopped being so…scared, of showing it off-so his opalescent scales appeared more often-especially in the sun, along with his fangs-which were always present but now they were more obvious.

Harry just grinned, that stupidly adorable grin that made you want to melt and kiss him stupid, and gently placed a necklace in your hands “Another one?” you teased him again, noticing it was more of a choker-a simple black leather band that connected to an opal-like stone with a metal backing. “Aye,” Harry chuckled, helping you put it on as you handed it back and turned your back to him. “Tha’ shop I went inta’ is run by som’ mermaids, locals as it would be. Cool shit in there, one of em could tell what I was in there fer’ ‘an helped meh’ find this fer ye” you cooed at the thought, turning back to him with shining eyes, ones that made him lose his breath for a moment, his cheeky grin turning so soft.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” you whispered, kissing his cheek and biting your lip-wondering if they had any gifts for Harry in there. Your instincts told you they did. “I’m-I’m gonna check in there as well-you-stay.” Harry laughed, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall-watching you with those pretty eyes of his as you skipped across the road and into the store.

When you entered, it felt like you had stepped into a friend’s house, a smile immediately growing on your face. You started looking for a gift for Harry, your fingers trailing the wooden shelves, hundreds of handmade items catching your eyes. Jewelry, bracelets, leather sheaths, water skins, tops, hair accessories, rings, shells, shimmering rocks, dried starfish, pearls, dresses and-knives.

Your instincts purred with delight, and you obeyed their call to look at the knives, your eyes drawing over the intricately made weapons. Some were switchblades, some were daggers, hunting knives, carving knives, pocket knives, machetes; any knife you could think of.

Your eyes drew to the daggers and switchblades, admiring the swirling handles and shining metal. None of them truly caught your eye though “where are you?” you whispered to yourself, your hands hovering above the case keeping the knives out of reach.

There-there it was. You breathed softly as the opal handle stared back at you, the swirling metal of the hilt design only making you think of the designs on Harry’s hook. “perfect.” this was it; this was the gift for Harry. You turned-about to ask for assistance-smiling sheepishly as one of the mermaids working there was already behind you, a key in hand. She smiled at you, her dark skin shimmering under the natural light filtered through the sun-roof. “Found your gift for that pretty boy out there eh?” she said in a strong Spanish accent, pushing her braids away from her face as she stepped up to the case and unlocked it, taking out the dagger you had picked out.

You nodded with a shy smile “Yeah, he-he asked me out this morning, wanted to give him something in return-ya know? Tradition ‘n all that.” you explained, smiling as the woman laughed, her voice warm and comforting. “Yes yes, I can see he’s given you many gifts already, no?” she gestured to your new necklace, along with the other opal necklace Harry had given you in Genoa, along with the rings and bracelets. You nodded, grinning as she started to ring you up. “you are from the cruise ship visiting us yes?” you nodded again. “you’ll need a permit to take it back with you, luckily, we can get you one right here”

Your shoulders sagged in relief at that, leaning towards her as she wrapped your knife up after putting it in its sheath-which was made of rich dark leather and could attach to Harry’s belt loop- and took out a piece of paper, having you sign it and then singing it herself. “there, all done.”

Wow-that easy huh? You said as such to her and she just grinned, her golden eyes shimmering. “Because of who we are-us merpeople are given some-privileges that humans to not-such as getting a permit for weapons easily-as it is a part of our culture.” You beamed, thanking her for her wonderful service and hospitality “You are very welcome cariño, may I ask where you are from?”

“Auradon, but I was born of Neverland.” The woman gasped happily, clapping her hands. “Oh I have a cousin from there~ Marianna” you glanced to the side-you had a feeling you knew who that was, but you couldn't put a face to the name so you just nodded. “Tes yes, now go on~ your Amante is waiting for you.” you couldn’t help but flush at the name she gave Harry, but you nodded, waving her goodbye and skipping back to Harry-who was eating some fruit he had gotten from a passing vendor.

“Find what ye wanted?” he asked, sharing his fruit with you-it was delicious- and you nodded, hiding the wrapped knife behind your back as he tried to reach for it “Hey,” he chuckled, attempting to grab it as you spun around-keeping it from him “it’s fer me ain't it?”

You just grinned, stealing his fruit and running off, giggling as he yelled at you and gave chase. You used the unfamiliar roads to your advantage dodging between other tourists and obstacles to reach your destination-your grin widened as you heard the roar of waves. “(y/n)! get back here!” Harry laughed, losing sight of you for a moment-sprinting after you when he saw the edge of your dress go around a corner, the echo of waves getting louder and louder as he chased you.

“c’mon-its mine, (y/n)!” Harry couldn’t help but feel natural doing this-as if this was a part of the whole courting ritual for merpeople. Chasing his object of affection until he caught them. He was thrown out of his thoughts as he came around another corner-his brow furrowed as it led to nothing but a beach-empty of people.

“(y/n)?” Harry called, trailing his hand along the wall until he reached the sands, biting his lip when you didn’t respond, not even a giggle. He called your name again, his brows furrowing as he spotted your dress and shoes tossed away a few feet away from the shore “(y/n)?!”

Where had you gone? Did you go into the water? He looked down, seeing your footprints disappearing into the waterline and Harry sighed in relief, following your lead and taking off his shoes-rolling up his pants and wading into the water-his scales shimmering as his legs dipped into the water.

He called for you again, and suddenly-a head popped up above the water, and he lost his breath. Because there you were-in all your glory, your scales fully out-curving about your eyes and jaw, your ears pointed and scaled just like your cheekbone, the same-colored scales arched down your shoulders and covered your breasts. You had fully transformed into a mermaid-and Harry had never seen anything more breathtaking since Uma’s first transformation at Cotillion.

“(y/n),” Harry whispered, slowly wading out to you, not caring if he got wet-he left his phone and pocket with your stuff anyways “you, yer” he reached out, taking your cheek in his hand. You smiled, teeth sharp and eyes reflecting your scales, pointed like a cats eye and gold reflected in the (color) of your eye. “you like?” you whispered, bobbing up and wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling softly as he stared at you in awe.

“Yer beautiful” he whispered, his hands on the curves of your waist. You grinned, pushing your head to rest against his, your nose grazing his “Thank you” you whispered back, slowly drawing your hands down until they took his, drawing him deeper and deeper into the water “Do you trust me?” Harry grinned, a cheeky spark in his eye.

“I wouldn’t fuck ye if I didn’t.” He teased, letting you pull him under the waves as you snorted, he closed his eyes; holding his breath as your hands never left his. He heard your muffled laughter, and suddenly your lips were on his-and his eyes snapped open-his cheeks flushing as he saw you kissing him-so close to him, your hands on his chest as you kissed him softly, your tongue licking at his bottom lip.

He felt something open on his neck and his hand smacked it-feeling four slits on either side. He chuckled at the feeling, his ears suddenly reacting as if he was above the water, able to hear you with no problem as you pulled away, that sweet smile on your lips. “Tha’ was our first proper kiss,” he whispered, feeling no problems with the water that entered his mouth. And it was-it was your first kiss without the push of that damned drug. You giggled again, letting him pull you back in, his arms around your waist, his fingers tracing the scales that protected your back, flying up to feel the thin fabric-like fin that protruded from your mid-back.

“So,” Harry muttered as you pulled away, your eyes staying on his lips “How’d you do the-” he gestured to his new gills “-neck thing?” you tilted your head, wondering what he meant when it hit you, and you giggled, leaning in to kiss his throat, sending a shiver down his spine “I didn’t do that, I just wanted to kiss you-the gills are all you.” Harry felt his chest rumble with a near purr-like sound, and Harry realized you didn’t give him a mermaid's kiss(well, you did) but instead his mer biology kicked in.

He was nearly giddy at the thought; he had gone from having no signs of his mother's heritage: to slowly growing into it as each day passed away from the isle. First was his scales, then his teeth, now his gills. He wondered if he would be able to transform outside of neverland-though you did promise to take him there. He wondered what his true colors were, he remembered Harriet telling him that their mom's tail was a brilliant ocean blue-like their eyes.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face-while they were useless underwater-he was crying, his tears disappearing into the ocean water. He sniffed, nodding as he rubbed his face “jus’ never expected any of this.” he laughed, smiling as you kissed him gently, his hands finding the small of your back.

When you pulled away, you had the package in your hands, the waterproof wrapping catching Harry’s eyes. “(y/n)?” he whispered your name, going silent as you placed the package in his hands, a language he didn’t understand coming from your lips, but it was one he felt like he should’ve known. “Suscipio te protectorem, provisorem meum, et dilectum meum.*” He felt an intense shiver go through his body, instincts purring with immense delight, and suddenly he felt the connection he felt with you strengthen, something flashing in your eyes and the gifts he had given you.

He looked down, opening the package, smiling as he pulled out the opal-handle dagger, it matched his scales, the metal details on the hilt and butt of the handle reminding him of his hook-its sheath just as beautiful as the rest of it. “I love it” Harry muttered, clutching the weapon to his chest-he had never felt such-earthshattering love for an object or person before. “Thank you, (y/n).” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He tucked his face into your shoulder, his cheek against your scales.

Soon you re-remerged from the water, resting on the sand as you both bathed in the sun, holding hands as you quietly talked, your head on his shoulder as he took slow deep breaths, a smile on his lips. Only a week and a half-that’s all it took for Harry to fall so deeply in love. Before-he thought he was someone that would take forever to even like someone like this, like Uma said-she thought he was one for slow burn-but-oh but you, you had changed him in ways he didn’t even realize he could.

While whoever drugged him would definitely be punished for attempted drugged rape-he would have to thank them for bringing him to you. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not know you, he couldn't imagine a reality where he went on from this week as if nothing happened.

He really didn’t know why he had become so-fucking infatuated with you; it wasn’t the drug-if it was-that feeling wouldn’t exist outside of those nights. His instincts always purred when you were around, begging to keep you close, to protect you, to provide for you.

He hummed at the thought, curling towards you and tracing his fingers against your scales, his eyes on your sleeping face, your face pressed into his chest. “I'm glad it was you,” he whispered, kissing your head and taking a deep breath, the sun providing a wonderful blanket of warmth as you both continued to dry off; his new knife tucked safely in his pocket.

Hours later, day turned to night, and you both had dinner at a quiet restaurant, sharing your meals and holding hands across the table. And soon enough you were back on the cruise ship. And you had an idea-you took Harry’s hand as you made your way to the maid deck-leading him towards the elevators and pressing the button to your floor. Harry tilted his head, gasping as you pushed him gently against the wall, the elevator luckily empty as you captured his lips with yours, your hands on his chest as he groaned quietly, his hands finding your hips and squeezing.

“Ye been thinkin’ of it too?” he asked quietly as you pulled away and scraped your teeth on his throat, appreciating the grumble that came from his chest. You nodded, panting as you bit at his jaw, your hands going under his shirt and feeling his abs, his skin wonderfully warm against your palms. “Since Genoa,” you whispered, nearly purring as his hands hiked up your skirt and found themselves underneath your shorts, his calloused palms on your skin.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you up till you were on his hips, his already hardened dick grinding against you. You breathed heavily against his lips, soft moans escaping you as his hooded eyes stared into yours. The elevator dinged and Harry quickly dropped you to your feet-his hands leaving your shorts and straightening your skirt as the doors opened-luckily no one was there. “Thank fuck,” you muttered, grabbing Harry’s hands and tugging him through the door, about to head to your room but Harry nodded the other way. “My rooms closer” he muttered and you quickly followed, the heat in your body becoming nearly unbearable as you raced to Harry's room, the pulse between your legs getting stronger with each passing moment.

Harry quickly unlocked his room upon arrival and shoved open the door, taking your waist and kissing you deeply, pushing you into the room, and kicking the door shut. You moaned into his mouth, your arms around his neck as he pushed you towards his bed. Your knee’s hit the frame and you collapsed, breathing heavily as he leaned over you, those bright blue eyes of his dark with lust for you.

Lust that was truly his own, and not from a damned drug. Oh gods how you dreamt of his moment, how this moment had pushed your fantasies, to be taken by Harry of his own will-and not because of that drug. “Fuck me,” you muttered and Harry descended on you, his lips on ours, his hands quickly pulling your shorts off, hiking your skirt up, and finding your soaked cunt, you gasped at the feeling as he circled your clit-chuckling as you squeaked at the feeling.

He purred your name out, his teeth on your jaw as you pushed your hips into his hand, whimpering as his wonderful fingers pushed inside you, just like you had imagined the night before. “Fuuuck.” you breathed, letting your head tip back and Harry latched onto your neck, sucking there and scraping his just-sharpened teeth against your skin, leaving reddening marks that would stay for a few days.

His nimble fingers hit that spot inside you, sending sparks up your spine as his other hand found your clit-swirling it as his fingers worked magic inside you. You panted his name out, your chest rising rapidly as his mouth left your throat and kissed you deeply before moving down to your collarbone, one hand coming up to pull your dress top below your breasts.

He attached himself to your perked nipple-your hands tossing themselves into his hair as he licked and suck at you, his hand going back to your clit to make you see stars and hear nothing but white noise. You cried out as you felt that coil grow in your tummy, your legs going around his upper back as he continued to finger fuck you, his spit starting to trail down your breast as he switched to the other one-humming as he did so.

"Harry-fuck-Harry!" you cried out again, your cheeks blazing hot as you felt that coil unravel wonderfully, warmth spreading through you as Harry’s fingers curled up against that spot and thrust expertly inside you. Virgin my ass-and if he had been before that first night-he had the best damn instincts in the fucking world. Your cum soaked Harry's fingers and he slowly pulled out as you came down from your high, watching through heavy eyelids as he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked them clean-his eyes almost gleaming red as he stared down at you, his dick pressing against his pants.

“Ye taste fuckin’ wonderful.” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. You just lay there, waiting for him to move as you took in his lanky yet built form. He smirked, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside, making a show of himself as he undressed.

You let yourself enjoy the show, sitting up on your elbows as he stripped-his shirt going next, revealing his built abdomen. Fuck he was so pretty, his scales lightly reflecting in the fluorescent light of the room. you wanted to bite him-mark him as yours. Which he was now, but gods you wanted to make it official, make him your mate.

You swallowed as he slid off his belt, his bright eyes looking at you through his lashes. He smirked that stupidly cute smirk and unbuttoned his pants, his underwear going with them as he pulled them down. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the tip of his dick dripping with precum and hard for you.

You bit your lip, lifting your body up as you took off your dress, your shoes joining Harry’s on the floor as he unzipped them and tossed them aside, his body on yours again as he caged you between his arms. He kissed you softly as he pushed inside, both of you gasping at the feeling, it felt so different without the drug in his system. You felt like heaven, shivers racking his spine as he pushed himself to the hilt, holding you close as he settled against your hips, your legs going around his waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his cheeks warm as he buried his face in your neck, your nails gently scratching down his back. “ye feel so fuckin’ good.” he muttered, pulling back and kissing you again as he began to move his hips, a slow even pace that sent shudders up your spine. You whined out his name, your eyes screwed shut as he gently ruts into you, his eyes never leaving your face.

It was very different than those three nights, which started out with hot molten passion that slowly cooled down-but this? Oh, this was sweet, still passionate, but so sweet and soft, treating you like something to be savored and taken over and over again.

He kissed you again, so sweetly you thought you might cry, your hands drawing up from his back to curl into his soft hair, a low growl erupting from the back of his throat as you scratched at his scalp. He thrust a bit harder, your breath failing you as you choked, your body crumbling a bit as he kept that new pace, watching as you unraveled beneath him as he hit that spot over and over, the sound of skin again skin resounding in the room.

You gasped into his mouth as he lifted your hips slightly, letting him get that perfect angle-and you saw stars. You gasped his name over and over, mouth dropped open as that coil got tighter and tighter, that heat bubbling beneath becoming a rolling boil. “ha-harry” you moaned out softly, grabbing his shoulders, writhing beneath his body, your tummy contracting as you felt that wave of pleasure beginning to turn to a tsunami. “I’m-I’m -fuck, ah!”

He grinned, ferally, and bit the curve of your neck and you came hard, fireworks exploding in your vision and your hearing going white as you came, white-hot pleasure pulsing from your neck as harry broke your skin, your blood filling his mouth and his rolled to the back of his head-his hips stopping with him deep inside you, coming just as hard as you did.

You groaned at the dull feeling of his cum, keeping him on top of you as you felt waves of pleasure roll over you, your blood dripping down your skin and Harry's chin. He pulled back with a gasping huff, his eyes wide-and if you were coherent, you’d notice them changing colors, like his scales-looking down at your new bite wound, that quickly healed. “wh-wha?” he croaked, reaching to your neck and tracing his fingers against your new scar. The perfect imprint of his teeth on your skin.

“Mating bite” you whispered as you came back down to earth, your instincts purring with delight as they felt the bite and his cum deep inside you. “I accepted you as my mate-your instincts drove you to make it official.” Harry swallowed, glancing between his bite and you. “I can do it to you too? If you want.” Harry’s head tipped up; his breathing heavy. You grinned, and sat up slightly, moaning quietly at the feeling of him still deep inside you. “I want a yes, Meus amor” Harry nearly came again from the words on your lips, shivers running down his spine and running through his limps as he nodded, a raspy yes escaping him.

You took his head, his eyes heavy as he gazed down at you, his pupils blown. You licked the crook of his neck, feeling your fangs protrude a bit, you purred to comfort him-and then you bit him, his blood filling your mouth as Harry nearly collapsed, coming inside you again as he gasped and moaned, his eyes flashing hundreds of shades as pleasure exploded through his body.

He cried out your name, his cheeks blazing hot as you licked his wound clean and pulled back-watching as it quickly healed, your bond now official. He collapsed beside you, pulling out as he did, panting as he came down from his 2nd high. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, tossing his arm over his eyes as you rolled over to cuddle into him, his other arm automatically going around your waist. “in less than two weeks, I went from single to a bonded mate.” Harry joked, and you laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sneaking around and caressing his bite.

He glanced at you, his eyes peeking out from under his arm curiously. “is that normal? To move that fast?” you shrugged at his question, drawing designs on his chest, admiring the shimmer of his scales that popped thanks to his sweat. “Depends, soulmate bonds move much quicker than chosen bonds, my parents weren’t soulmates, dated for about two years before they became bonded mates. But my aunt did find her soulmate and they were practically married within half a year.” You shrugged again “It really depends on the couple, we also just-kinda speed ran all this; thanks to the drug” you joked, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he laughed, the rumble vibrating through your ears.

“Soulmates are a thing fer merpeople?” Harry asked, looking as if something had finally clicked, his arm drawing down to take your hand, but you were distracted by his wonderful eyes, humming as you nodded. “Yeah, chosen by the gods. Some mers never find them, but can find love all the same. Some don’t-and they’re perfectly fine with that, my uncle's aro: so he had zero problems with not having a mate. Some have human soulmates, like Ariel and Eric.” Harry nodded, looking up at the ceiling. “Do…” he started, licking his lips nervously “do ye think we’re soulmates?” you giggled, leaning up to kiss him gently, nodding as you rested your forehead against his.

“Usually mers don’t become bonded mates within two weeks.” you teased, giggling as Harry rolled his eyes, taking your waist and rolling over, trapping you with his arms “hey~!!” Harry just mimicked your squealing cry, kissing you over and over, hand on your hip.

“im glad I found ye that night” Harry whispered after a few quiet moments, and you smiled, taking his jaw and kissing him softly, licking his bottom lip before pulling away. “me too” you whispered back, holding him close as he adjusted to lay halfway on you, his nose going to the crook of your neck, his lips on your bite.

You both fell asleep like that, Harry soon waking back up and adjusting the both of you till you were beneath his sheets-cleaning you up gently before he fell back asleep in the crook of your neck; your arms automatically wrapping around him and holding him close.

-end of p5-

Suscipio te protectorem, provisorem meum, et dilectum meum.* = I accept you as my protector, my provider, and my beloved.

*KICKS DOORS OPEN* BOOM BABY.

I’M BACK(kinda)

I got like HELLA inspired by a Tumblr mutual of mine(who is a fucking menace YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and finally just-kicked the bucket~!!! I dunno if I’m back back but I’ll see about slowly updating just this fic-and I’ll slowly smooth back into writing for Harry. For now, please be patient as I figure out where to go from here(I know the basic plot-I just-don’t wanna rush it~!) but anyways-I have some extra art and MB for yall on the next page/post~!(for Wattpad/AO3, Tumblr should already have these arts and mbs lol)

Anyways thank yall for waiting and reading~ also as I was writing the last bit-I realized I lowkey wrote an A/B/O fic XDXDXD

taglist! cuz yall actually liek this fic for some reason? if i forget anyone I'm sorry-its been too long XD

@sephiralorange @c-rose2081(the menece) @rintheemolion

living-for-romance to be added for next taglist

#harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #SMUT FIC #mermaid soulmates #sex potion #not for this part #honstly this is mostly fluff with smut at the start and end lol #mating bites #courting gifts #smut #cant stop this feeling

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thebluestbluewords · 1 year

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Anything You Like (the Carlos/Evie part)

more of my silly little soulmate AU from my silly little polyshipweek fic, Carlos/Evie pre-relationship. Probably makes more sense if you’re familiar with the Isle of the Lost book canon.

"You don't have a soulmate yet?"

"Not yet," Evie echos, pulling a strand of hair out of her braid to frame her face. They're sitting in selfishness class, and she's got a tiny makeup mirror in her hand. There's something extra-complicated about her hair today. Some sort of extra woven part. It looks sturdy, like it could be a rope braiding pattern. It makes Carlos's fingers itch to try and replicate it, and he'd really like to get a look at the underside to see how the pattern carries through, but it's not very evil to ask someone if you can touch their braid, so he's holding back. "I'm waiting for the right person, I guess."

Evie's the prettiest girl in school, and Carlos is pretty sure that she could be the right person for whoever she wants to try and leave a mark on. That's not an out-loud sort of thought though, so he holds that back too.

"That's cool," he says instead, swinging his feet under the desk. The stools in selfishness class are really tall, to encourage them all to sit up straight and elongate their legs and spine to look their best. It's frustrating being one of the only people whose feet can't touch the ground, but it makes fidgeting easier. "My only mark so far is one from my cousin."

"You have a cousin?"

Carlos kicks one foot out. Feels how it pulls him off balance, on the edge of his seat. His mark is on his left side, a smear of red-orange on one leg where he'd been picked up once as a toddler, and Diego's bare hand had brushed his leg. Their parents hadn't been as furious as expected about the mark, because apparently family marking family was okay, and not a sign of weakness like anyone else leaving marks on each other would be. "Yeah. He's older. He picked me up as a baby, left a mark on my leg."

Evie's eyes flicker down in her mirror. "You don't keep it visible?" she asks, brows arching up in surprise. She's really pretty.

Carlos tucks both his feet on the rung of the stool, balancing. "Nah. Not usually. S'too much like a weakness, right? If people know I have a soulmate then he could be a target too. Even though it’s just a family soulmark."

"I don't think you're a target." Evie says, brow furrowing for a moment before smoothing out again. She's good at keeping her face smooth and pretty. Unreadable. She's going to be a great villain someday. She’s way better than anyone else in the class.

"Well, not anymore," Carlos says, almost cheerfully. He's still proud of this one. "Not since I stole some chemicals from weird science and sort of threw some fireballs at the twins."

Evie tilts her head this time, instead of wrinkling her face. It makes her look kind of like the robot butler who’s on the old TV shows that come in sometimes. "Who?"

Evie's new, and a girl, and a pretty one at that. She’s probably one of the only people in their class who wouldn’t know who the twins are. "Junior and Third. The Gaston twins. They were fine, the fire wasn't very big."

"But they stopped bothering you after that?"

"I mean, yeah? Setting people on fire usually makes them stop bothering me. Unless it's my mom, but she doesn't really mind what I do, so long as I get my chores done. If anyone's bothering you I could steal more magnesium and set them on fire too, if you want."

"Thanks, but nobody's bothering me right now."

"But they were before, right?"

Evie frowns. "Don't--"

Carlos hooks his feet through the rungs of the stool for balance and leans over so he can whisper more effectively. It’s not like it’s a secret who Evie has a one-sided blood feud with, but it never hurts to try and keep things on the down-low at school. "Mal and Jay were giving you shit, right? We could get them to leave you alone. I know where they live."

Evie looks over her shoulder first, but she leans in too. There’s not much space between them. They’re not quite soulmate-close, because Evie’s basically the closest thing to a princess that they have on the isle, and she likes to be proper, but still. Friendship-close.

It’s nice.

“Mal lives in Maleficent's castle, doesn't she?" Evie whispers. “I’ve seen go in there all the time.”

"Well, yeah.” Carlos whispers back, trying not to let his voice crack. It’s been doing that a bunch lately. It’s super annoying. “Sometimes. But I know where she lives when she's not there."

Evie’s mouth drops open the tiniest bit. "How?"

"I followed her home,” Carlos says proudly, forgetting to keep his voice down. “She’s the worst, right, so I wanted to see if I could glue her front door shut and keep her out of school for a while.”

Evie frowns. "You did not,” she says. “I see you leave school every day, and you run right to Hell Hall to feed that gray cat that hangs out there. I live across from you, remember?"

Right. "You're at school when I leave, how d'you know?"

Evie rolls her eyes, and then remembers that she’s supposed to be proper and relaxes her face again. "Castle schooled, remember? I saw you every day for nine years."

Damnit. Making friends is easier when they don’t live nearby and he can just lie to them. “Right. I followed her home from the market one time, after school. She stays in one of the warehouses with her henchmen."

“Henchmen?" Evie says doubtfully. "I've only seen her with one boy."

"Henchman, singular then. They stay in a warehouse not far from the bridge, near the apple vendor. If you wanna do something to get back at them, I could help."

"I don't need to get back at them."

"Why not? Mal locked you in my mom's closet, remember?"

“And then you let me out, and it was fine,” Evie says, twirling the piece of hair she’s got hanging out of her braid as she talks. Around and around and around until it slips off her finger in a spiraling curl, and then she catches it with her fingertips to twirl it again. Even her nervous habits are princess-y. “I don't need to get back at her because of it. Maybe I just want to go to school and not cause trouble."

"You're scared?" Carlos asks. It might be a stupid question, but usually nobody at school will ever admit to being scared of anything, so it’s sort of crazy that Evie’s visibly nervous about confronting Mal and her henchman. Usually it feels like he’s the only one who’s ever scared of anything. But maybe this is what friends are supposed to do, and it’s okay to be nervous around each other. Evie’s already been nice to him once, and maybe she’ll keep being nice, and they can be nervous together sometimes.

Evie freezes. “I'm what?"

Or maybe not. Evie’s probably being nice because she wants him to fix something for her. It was probably stupid to think that she’d want to show her real emotions to Carlos, of all people. So that’s fine. He can be normal about this.

“Of Mal?” Carlos asks, putting as much of an incredulous, almost mocking tone in his voice as he possibly can. “Seriously?"

Evie’s cheeks are so pink he’d almost think she was marked that way. “Oh, like you can say anything,” she snaps. “I've seen the way you hide from her in the hall."

Carlos tips his head to the side, and lets his face go flat and blank like he usually does at school. It’s safer. Maybe Evie can be a friend outside of school, but it’s stupid to think she could be anything other than a reluctant ally while they’re here. “I hide from her because she steals my lunch. What's your excuse, princess?"

Evie snaps her mirror shut. “Oh look, class is starting." she says sweetly, and turns around to face the front. “I can’t talk anymore. Too bad.”

Ugh.

"I'll meet you by the school gate later.” Carlos whispers, and gets a tiny nod in return.

Maybe Evie’s not the worst ally after all.

#my fic #descendants fic #descendants #carlos de vil #evie grimhilde #carvie #because they’re a deeply underrated ship and I think they deserve this #polyshipweek23 #soulmate AU

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leavememorieshere · 1 month

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Stop, I literally watched Descendants 2 and 3, and I forgot how much I loved watching the movies 😭.

Jane and Carlos were so cute, them in Descendants 2 is my favorite ngl, Because both Jane and Carlos get a little more screen time:).

Watching Descendants also made me cry because I kept thinking of Cameron Boyce and how much I miss him

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icecubesandfiction · 2 years

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What if we kissed, and were both sexyman descendants.. and we both hated eachother

TAINA THE TALKING CLOCK

Descendent of Tony the Talking Clock

She/It

Lesbian

~Smartass but like.. actually a smart asshole.

~Beautiful Genius

~How does she look good without being late? No one knows!

~Gains her loud and proud voice from her dad.

~Extremely good at Math, Poetry, and Song Writing

~Co-Leader of the Poetry Club

~Actually a lot softer when at home. She is actually really shy and stuttery when inviting someone to her home.

ROYNA

Descendent of Raymond.

They/She/He

Bisexual Demisexual

Demigirl

~Straight A’s

~Big bookworm but will also bash your head in with a bookworm.

~actually Gets dressed coded a lot, but Raymond bribes the School to not kick her out

~Really hates Home Economics, and Dressing up in Skirts, And just maid outfits in general.

RELATIONSHIP

~During the Start of the school ear, Royna and Taina didn’t like eachother one bit. They saw their similarities and went with the hate route.

~They would often fight in the hallway, throwing insults at eachother.

~Another reason for their fighting was because of Royna’s jealousy towards Taina.

~Despite their hatred for eachother at the time, Raymond and Tony are actually good friends. Their dads would always try to get their daughters to like eachother.

~Halfway through school, after many guidance counselings, they apologized, and became friends.

~They soon became closer, before they had their “oh shit” realization.

~They had their enemies to lovers moment and then started dating :)

~They now fight like a married couple.

#tumblr sexyman #tumblr sexyman descendants #sexyman descendants #dhmis #dont hug me im scared #tony the talking clock #taina the talking clock #animal crossing #raymond #raymond animal crossing #royna #enemies to soulmates #descendants au

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 years

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Masterlist Masterlist

I reached my link limit on my original Masterlist, so I made several new ones, this one has links to all the Masterlists, as well as my platonic fics and art

Masterlists:

Janus Ships💛🐍

Logan Ships💙📚

Patton Ships🩵🐶

Remus Ships💚🐙

Roman Ships❤️👑

Virgil Ships💜🌩️

Misc. Character Ships (Cartoon Therapy, TS Shorts, etc.)

Original Masterlist (current through 06/22/22)

On Death’s Doorstep💜💛 (multi-chapter fic)

Moxiety Week🩵💜 (platonic and romantic)

They Call Me Wicked

Platonic Fics:

Five Times Virgil Sat on a Surface Not Meant for Sitting Janus, Logan, Roman, Remus, Patton, Thomas Multi-part | Complete | Canonverse | Virgil!centric

What’s In A Name Oneshot | Word count: 4,863 | Canonverse | Kid!Virgil | Momceit

Happy Birthday Anxiety Oneshot | Word count: 1,636 | Canonverse | Patton&Janus&Virgil

Into The Dark Side (tumblr exclusive) Part 1 Multi-part | Incomplete | Canonverse | Logan!centric

Tally Marks Oneshot | Word count: 1,850 | Canonverse | Logan!centric

Dilecti et Amantes Multi-part | Incomplete | Soulmate AU | Undecided relationships | Virgil!centric

Medicated Support System Multi-part | Complete | Canonverse | Virgil!centric | Platonic DLAMPR

Mittens (tumblr exclusive) Oneshot | Word count: 472 | Human AU | Logan!centric

Accidental Werewolf Adoption Patton, That’s Not A Dog Series | Incomplete | Vampire/Werewolf AU | Patton!centric

Traveling In The World Of My Creation Oneshot | Word count: 3,202 | Fantasy AU | Virgil!centric

Just Add Water Oneshot | Word count: 1,883 | Elementary School AU | Creativitwins

Virgil Sanders: Space Ecologist An Interesting Egg Series | Incomplete | Space AU | Platonic DLAMPR, Parental Anxceit

Baby Mine Stand-alone | Word count: 1,589 | Stork AU | Roman!centric

AroAce Remus Perfectly Normal Follow Your Aro Twoshot | Middle School AU | College AU | Remus!centric | QPR Intrumoxiety, Minor Moxiety, Background Roloceit

My Art:

(I’m much better at writing than I am at drawing, but I try anyway)

Sanders-chu: Virgil, Creativitwins, Patton and Logan, Thomas, Janus

Roman and Remus as mermen

Janus taking over Logan’s Lowdowns

On Death’s Doorstep character designs: Gemini (Roman and Remus), Dr. Frankenstein (Logan), Knightcaster (Virgil)

TSS Omori (Omori Sides?)

AO3: LonelyThursday

AO3 exclusives:

Say the Word (and I’m There) Multi-chapter | Incomplete | Soulmate AU | LAMP & Dukeceit

Moral Dilema Oneshot | Word count: 1,525 | Canonverse | My first TSS fic

Left Brainers Vs. Right Brainers Oneshot | Word count: 675 | Canonverse | Platonic DLAMPR

Series/Edited: (cross-posted)

This is Why I Left the Dark Sides (edited)

Five Times Virgil Sat on a Surface Not Meant For Sitting (edited)

What’s in a Name (edited)

My Best Friend’s Brother (series)

Superhero/Villain AU (series)

Tally Marks (edited)

Divorced Loceit (series)

A Pantheon (series)

Tumblr Requests (series)

Setting Sail (series)

On Death’s Doorstep (edited)

#thursday writes #thursday draws #on death’s doorstep #sanders sides au #encanto au #superhero au #soulmate au #pirate au #space au #teacher au #descendants au #ts human au #doppelgänger au #parent trap au #simply meant to be au #vampire au #ghost au

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Soulmate Marks (Storm Bringer Crew Edition);

The Stormbringer crew in a Soulmate mark au.

Haul= Teal glowing sword crossed with a pen.

Hannah= Green dragon print gutiar.

Anna= Orange Baseball cap.

Howiee= red book with horns.

Aaron= Harp with wings.

Gunner= winged club.

Moxie = Screaming Marshmallow.

Hope= Red Harmonica.

Liberty = Teddybear with a ball.

Herlando= One eyed boxing glove.

Rian= Black and gold sea shell.

Misty= A sparking bolt.

Darcy= Spinning rolling pin.

Luke= Gothic paint brush.

Fiona= Pink sunflower.

Noah= A black, winged rose.

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that90sghostband · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ben/Harry Hook Characters: Ben (Disney: Descendants), Harry Hook, Audrey Rose (Disney), Chad Charming (Disney), Fairy Godmother (Disney), Belle (Disney), Beast (Disney) Additional Tags: Benry, benarry, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmarks, Not Canon Compliant, Writing on Skin, Communicating Through Writing on Skin, sending notes, Soul Bond, strong bond, Getting to Know Each Other, Rare Connection, Teasing, Flirting, Swearing, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Isle of the Lost (Disney), Magic on the Isle of the Lost (Disney), soulmate magic, Soulmate Magic Works Everywhere, First Kiss, True Love's Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Ben is Determined to Change the World, Isle of the Lost is a Terrible Place (Disney), Secret Messages, Chatting & Messaging, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal Summary:

On their sixteenth birthday, everyone receives their soulmark in the form of their soulmate's initials on their wrist. When you meet your soulmate your mark will turn gold. There are rare cases where a soulmate pair can communicate with one another through their soulmate bond, allowing them to find each other easier and quicker. Never before has this occurred before the soulmark has manifested, until now.

At thirteen years old, Ben received the first message. He never expected such a simple thing to have such an impact on his life, but that one word changed everything. That one word shaped his future and ceiled the fate of Auradon. That one word stole Ben's heart.

#ben x harry #harry x ben #fanfic #descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #writing #ben descendants #ben florian #harry hook #harry hook descendants #descendants fanfiction #benry #benarry #soulmates #soulmates au #fanfiction #oneshot

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 4 months

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Fate wouldn’t be that much of a bitch, would it?

Gift for @tiredflowercrown

Flower, I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind you got the gift now – Anyway, soulmates AU for our favourite mutually destructive threesome for you 💞💞💞

The Tremaine hair salon is full today. A customer in almost every chair, the Hearts by the waiting area as usual, and Anthony is quite glad to leave Dulcia to deal with that. The Hearts kids give him a headache. Besides, she seems to be having fun.

And dear grandmother is upstairs, too. Small mercies.

He leans at the wall and looks at his sisters and cousins currently working at the salon; he shots out his hand to stop little Delilah running by. She shouldn’t be there in the first place.

„Delilah!“ he scolds the little one, „What did we say about running with the scissors in the salon?“

„Not to unless I know exactly who I wanna stab and how to get away with it,“ she recites dutifully.

„That’s right. Now, do you know that?“

She looks around and shakes her head; then she puts the scissors into Anthony’s waiting hand with clear disappointment.

She looks at him and very clearly mouths off „Fuck off“ over Delilah’s head.

„Good. Now go play with Dulcia, yeah?“ She was supposed to be babysitting anyway, and Kazimíra loves getting her makeup done by the little ones. The wackier, the better, and Anthony doesn’t need to deal with any of them in the meantime.

„Dulcia!“ he calls out, „Delllie’s coming over! Don’t lose her!“

„Language,“ he says anyway, which earns him a middle finger immediately repeated by the triplets. The Hearts’ gloves look like they’ve been dipped in blood, as usual. Dulcia’s is lace, which is not good for anything, really.

Whatever.

„Hiii,“ Ginny Gothel greets the salon, „I need my hair done!“

He absentmindedly drags the sharp tips and blades of the scissors over his bare fingers, pretending to look over the salon.

He looks up when the wind chimes play.

„You don’t say,“ he drawls, looking her up and down and lingering on her hair, which forms a frizzy halo around her head, „And here I was, thinking that you go around looking like you just lost a literal cat fight on purpose.“

She walks over the salon, carelessly pushing away Mečislav Hearts and sidestepping his dagger without breaking her stride. Anthony slides the blade of the scissors over his thumb just a bit too hard.

„Fix it, then.“

„Oh, nothing would please me more.“ He pushes her into the chair. The one by the corner, his workstation when he’s actually forced to work. He looks into the mirror – Ginny’s dark eyes and unruly hair.

His own face, tainted by the mark scar on his nose. He refuses to look at that for too long.

He sets down the scissors, out of Ginny’s reach for now, when he notices another thing in the mirror:

„Angie!“ he calls out, „Where are your gloves?“

„I don’t want them!“ whines his younger sister, „I want a soulmark!“

„But–“

He glares at her through the mirror.

„No you don’t,“ he tells her, „Go get your gloves right now.“

„Right. Now.“

She sighs melodramatically but goes, abandoning her client in the process. Said client doesn’t dare to protest. Good for them.

„How about your gloves, Lord Tremaine,“ asks Ginny, turning the scissors in her hands. Of course she does.

„Put that back.“

She reluctantly puts them on the armrest, which should not be counted as “putting down”

„Well?“

He takes away the scissors and fixes his eyes at the reflection in the mirror – at the scar on his nose.

„I don’t need them, Gothel,“ he drawls, „As I’m sure you know.“

She smiles at him innocently and grabs the scissors again, nearly piercing her palm. Not that she cares.

„No–“

He barely takes away the scissors again when Angelica comes back, wearing the same laced gloves as Dulcia, which would do her no good whatsoever. He tells her so.

Ginny is leaning towards the mirror now and grabbing at the shiny accessories Dizzy left there – or possibly the comb, the one with the sharp end for parting hair, and, no. Anthony has had enough.

He sighs, quickly turns around to get the water bottle they keep in the salon for such occasions, and sprays dear Ginny into the face.

„What the fuck, Tremaine?!“ she sputters.

„Don’t touch that,“ he tells her with some satisfaction, „And sit back down.“

She slowly reaches out her hand while holding a strong eye contact.

Anthony sprays her in the face again.

Behave like a cat, get treated like a cat.

In the background, Dulcia and Rosa burst out into giggles, which Anthony ignores. Ginny slowly sits back down, glaring to daggers at him. He smiles at her sweetly.

„There’s something very wrong with you, Anthony,“ she complains.

„Look at yourself first, sweetheart.“

Anthony, notably, doesn‘t spray her in the face again, nor does he argue – she does look good, after all. Instead, he sprays her hair with the water. Multipurpose, you see, and very convenient.

She looks into the mirror, studying her reflection in great detail.

„I look fantastic, Tremaine, and I’ll look better yet once you do my hair. So get on with it.“

„Oh, could you infuse that with rosemary next time? Mother says it’s great for hair growth.“

Anthony scoffs. By the state of Ginny’s hair, he wouldn’t think she cares at all. Ergo, no answer for her. Just not worth it, nevermind her pout.

Finally, her hair is wet enough to be combed; he sets down the water bottle and gets the comb.

It falls down barely a heartbeat later.

Anthony stares at her hair and his hand in pure shock – no, this cannot be happening. It just can’t.

Fate can’t be that cruel to him, can it?

Oh, who is he kidding.

Of course it can.

„What–“

He swallows heavily as he looks at the newly-coloured strand of hair and the matching stain on his fingers.

„Well, fuck,“ he breathes out softly, looking up to meet her eyes in the mirror.

„Fuck.“

He wordlessly lifts up the strand of hair.

„Oh. Oh.“

Yeah, that about sums it up.

„You’re– you’re kidding me, right?“

„I think we need to go see Harriet,“ he says.

„I haven’t said a word,“ he tells her, „And I aren’t that suicidal.“

He touches his nose – no matter what he tells himself, no matter how much he tries to deny it, he knows it’s not a scar.

Ginny stays seated, looking at herself. She has taken the hair and is now winding it up between her fingers, her eyes wide open in a mixture of fascination and horror.

Anthony touches his nose again, ignoring that the colour is now on his fingers too.

(It could pass for dye stains, couldn’t it? It could pass for dye stains.)

He grabs Ginny’s shoulder and pulls her up: „We need to go see Harriet,“ he repeats.

And so they go.

Before they exit the salon, he vaguely registers Dulcia blackmailing the customers into silence with the threat of life-long ban from the salon; he tightens his grip on Ginny, just to be sure. But she doesn’t even try to run.

Soon enough, they’re in the port and by the Hope; he asks for permission to board but doesn’t wait for it to come, already walking over and pushing Ginny in front of himself.

„Harriet!“ he calls out, „We need to talk.“

„What,“ she says, coming from the back of the ship, „Can’t you see I’m busy?“

„We were inspecting the rigging, if you must know,“ she informs him, turning her nose up, „Now, why are you here?“

Busy, certainly.

„If that’s what you call daydrinking with Murph, then sure, you were busy, dear.“

He just gestures to Ginny – to the colourful strand in her hair.

„What,“ says Harriet, uninterested, „Did you fuck up another dye job again?“

„Excuse yourself!? I’ve never fucked up a dye job in my life, thank you for asking.“

„Then why’s my brother going around like this?“

„Hey!“ Ginny stomps her feet, clearly annoyed at the argument that doesn’t even involve her anymore, „We are forgetting what’s important here! Me!“

Anthony cringes as he remembers the hairdo Harry Hook requested.

„You might find this hard to believe, dear,“ he says, „But that abomination was his idea. Trust me, I’m suffering too.“

Harriet snaps her teeth at her and Anthony rolls his eyes back. He’s so fucked.

„Fine, whatever,“ she allows before shouting some commands at Murphy and getting a rowdy „Have fun, Captain,“ in return.

„Yes. Her,“ he says, „It’s… her.“

It’s also a conversation better suited for a private cabin than an open deck full of nosey port rats.

„Take us to your cabin, Harriet?“ he requests.

Have fun, yes. Definitely.

Fun.

Harriet marches towards her cabin and Anthony pushes Ginny to follow; the door click behind them soon enough.

„Well?“ Harriet asks again, her back to them. He’s reasonably sure she’s currently getting them drinks and he’s not going to protest.

„It’s–“ he starts, „It’s a–“

„It’s a fucking soulmark!“ snaps Ginny, having finished gawking at the Captain’s private room, „A soulmark!“ She tugs at her coloured hair violently and before Anthony can think, his hand shoots out to stop her.

In turn, Harriet raises her eyebrow and shots back half of her glass, which seems like a reasonable reaction, for once.

Anthony slowly pulls away his hand, ignoring unhappily pouting Ginny.

She tightens her hold to the point of pain and Anthony hisses through his teeth, yanking his hand back and shooting a dirty glare at Ginny who is watching with unconcealed interest, weaving the coloured strand of hair around her finger again. What a bitch.

„Show me,“ demands Harriet, though she has already grabbed his hand and turned it over, holding his wrist in near-bruising grip. He doesn’t even try to pull away.

„Fuck,“ she breaths out, „It’s dye. It’s dye, right? It has to be.“

What a fucking bitch.

„Are you two going to kiss now?“ she asks with feigned innocence and they quickly let go of eachother.

„Shame.“

She smiles under Harriet’s glare that has sent multiple people running and Anthony defends himself before Harriet can start glaring at him too:

„It’s not dye,“ he says, „No matter how much I wish it is. Why does everyone think I’d lie to you? I’m not that suicidal,“ he complains.

„As you wish.“

Harriet’s lips on his shut him up.

„I still don’t trust you,“ she says into his lips, „Go wash your hands, so I can be sure.“

Over the sounds of splashing water, he can hear the girls hissing and snapping at each other: Harriet must be taking care to make sure the whole port doesn’t hear her for once.

He leaves the room to wash his hands even though he knows it will do exactly nothing

Some staggering steps – a thud that Anthony distinctly recognises as a body being violently pushed against the wall. More hissing and something that better not have been sighs.

He looks around for soap and scrubs his hands.

A yelp of pain. Fuck. Does he even want to know what happened?

He quickly shakes away the water and enters the room: There’s a bite mark at Harriet’s throat and Ginny’s lips are stained. She seems undisturbed otherwise, grinning at Harriet as she holds her by the throat and presses her against the wall.

„Anthony!“ Harriet yells and great, the whole port knows what is happening again.

„This bitch bit me!“

Come to think of it, by her standards, Harriet could be more upset, too.

„Oh, for evil’s sake,“ Anthony sighs, „I leave for thirty seconds and this is what happens?“

No reaction.

„Oh, come on. Look at yourself. We are fucked.“

They let go of eachother and go turn to Harriet’s mirror, which has been shattered in a fit of rage a long time ago. Which just means nothing much can hurt it anymore.

„Oh yes, we are fucked!“ exclaims Ginny, „This is not my shade at all!

„That’s what you’re worried about?! Look at me!“ Harriet furiously gestures around and just barely doesn’t hit Ginny in the face.

„Try to yell just a little bit louder, will you?“ he advises her with as much bite ashe can muster at the moment, „I don’t think they quite heard you by the Bargain Castle yet. Or in the Jungle, for that matter.“

„Oh, fuck off, Tremaine.“ If there is any hint of panic in her voice, it will be ignored by both of them.

Ginny is still busy inspecting the damage to her lips in the mirror, thus, she can be ignored too. She isn’t paying attention anyway.

„Calm down, sweetheart,“ he tells Harriet, well aware that he is risking his life with that sentence, „I’ll get you some concealer for that.“

It’s not like anything else can be done now, is it?

Just conceal the marks and lie and hope it won’t happen again – pretend that fate isn’t that much of a bitch.

#disney descendants #anthony tremaine #harriet hook #ginny gothel #dulcia tremaine (oc)#soulmates au #isle kids are not having a great time in soumates au btw #it’s fun

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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*HEAVY BREATHING*

G’DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN I OUT DID MYSELF HOLY FUCKIN SHIN LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT FUCKIN-EVERYTHING

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM IM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS PIECE YES I AM

-MINI HUMA FIC UNDER THE CUT-

Uma couldn't believe her eyes, there, only maybe 10 feet away, was a mermaid...no-not a mermaid, a merman...a siren even. his ocean blue eyes stared right back at her, his lips just barley open with unconcealed interest. ocean water dripped down from his hair to his chin and water covered chest, shimmering off his opal like scales that covered his shoulders and defined cheek bones.

The merman and Uma stared at each other for a solid minute, just looking, exploring the other with their eyes. Then the merman smirked, his flesh tearing teeth making themselves known as he did. Uma felt a shiver run down her spine, and she wasn't sure it was from fear.

“Are all human’s as pretty as ye?” oh gods his voice, his voice, holy shit-holy shit. Uma sputtered to answer, not expecting his voice or words, no one had ever called her pretty before, she was far too used to ‘shrimpy’ by now, which was sad but true. “i-uh-um” Uma muttered, pushing a braid behind her ear as the very pretty-no-beautiful-merman swam closer, a hunger in his eyes Uma didn't recognize or realize. “No-no? i mean-yes? i-um”

Uma tipped forward as her boat did, the tiny thing already beginning to take on water as the merman pulled himself up to look her right in the eyes. Such pretty ocean blue eyes that hypnotized her honey brown ones. The merman tilted his head, his eyes never leaving her face, that smirk still on his lips. She glanced at his lips, such pretty lips her mind supplied before she rushed to put that thought away.

She was suddenly pulled into his soaking wet chest, the merman holding her hissing as several heads rose above the water. they spoke in an odd language, all hissing and clicking until the merman snarled, like actually snarled, his arms tightening around her shoulders, one hand cradling her head to his shoulder. it was a clear message, one even Uma understood.

Mine.

The merpeople, his pod Uma guessed, hissed in response but sunk back into the water, all leaving but staying nearby just in case. Uma let out a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding, slowly pulling away from the merman, licking her lips as he looked at her, his eyes, which had turned red, fading back to blue as he did so. “why?” Uma breathed, from what she had heard, merpeople were ruthless-at least in this area of the oceans, giving no quarter and leaving no survivors, what made her so different?

The merman just stared at her, reaching out slowly before snatching her sea-glass bracelet, disappearing into the water as he did; leaving Uma all alone in the middle of the ocean, cheeks warm and breathing heavily. “fuck” Uma finally muttered, feeling very-very conflicted and...heavily turned on.

At the echo of whales and more pods of merpeople, Uma quickly fixed her stalled boat engine and raced back towards land. She glanced back every once in a while, seeing those ocean blue eyes getting further away with every moment that passed.

Uma swallowed hard, licking her lips as she looked ahead. She suddenly realized something was in her hand, looking down; her brows furrowed as she thumbed the small, flat, and smooth rock in her palm, shimmering like...like an opal. Uma’s boat came to a slow stop as she released the gas and stood, turning around to look back where the merman was, holding the rock...no scale, close to her chest. “He better be there tomorrow night or I'm gonna look so fucking stupid” Uma whispered, pocketing the scale and sitting back down, speeding back towards land.

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i couldn't help myself~~~~~ human Uma and Mer!Harry is just-fucking adorable, i jus’ wanted to switch their roles for a second so shhhhhhh

@harriyanna @sephiralorange @incometaxevasion @ishiphumasohard