#harry hook imagines

[heliads]

whilst requests are open I have an idea to put forth after years of us discussing this man. Harry Hook x reader based on 'the way I loved you' by taylor swift. Childhood friends to lovers, to strangers to lovers again mayhaps? idk babes. Love you though, I hope your requests don't get out of hand again so you can stay stress-free!

eva i love you for sending this in, please let me talk about harry hook. he's insane and i cannot get enough of him

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You are lying on your bed in a dorm room in Auradon Prep, and if you close your eyes, you can almost convince yourself that you’re somewhere else entirely. Your roommate hung a lantern in the window, and with the glass pane cracked halfway, the light sways back and forth on the ceiling, painting shifting golden silhouettes on the perfectly painted ceiling. If you let the present world fade into the corners of your consciousness, you can pretend there are flaws in the endless pristine magnificence. You could even pretend that you aren’t on the continent at all.

No daughter of a princess should ever be anywhere but in Auradon. That’s the way it should have been, but you ran the second you got the chance and ended up amongst criminals and sons of thieves instead of with other prettily polished girls. Is it a terrible thing to admit that you miss it more than anything?

You shouldn’t, that’s the worst part. You left them willingly. As time passes, though, you’re starting to think that what you thought was one great fight with the so-called lowlifes of this world might have been the greatest time of your life. It’s like fording a raging river; while you’re in the thick of the waves, you think you might drown, but when you’re safe on the dry shore again, all you can think of is the coolness of the water, how the flood had sparkled like a thousand sapphires.

You shut your eyes and then you’re back again, just a kid, happier than you’ve ever been and twice as free. It had been easy to leave, actually, easier than it should have been. In your family, there were enough siblings and cousins and relatives that just one girl could go unnoticed. It’s not that Ariel intentionally tried to blur all of her daughters together in her memory, but it couldn’t be helped. She was one of seven daughters, and you were one of many as well. It wasn’t her fault, no, but it was your excuse anyway.

It turns out that nobody bats their eyes at a mermaid’s daughter when she’s running headlong towards the surf. You dove into the waves and came up to shore miles away. Your mother was terrified of losing any one of her children to the endless sea just as her father lost her to land, so none of you were allowed to stray that close to the beach. Of course you would see how far you could go the second you were unsupervised. Of course you would push the limits just to learn where you would break.

You ended up scaring the daylights out of a boy in a small sailing craft not far from the limits of the Isle of the Lost. You hadn’t meant to go that far, but you were giddy with the feeling of doing something wrong and he was trying to escape as well. He’d offered for you to hitch a ride with him so long as the wind was good. You thought that suited you well enough, so you took the hand he gave you and listened when he introduced himself as Harry Hook.

He said his name the same way you did, emphasis on the first name and not the last. It’s the exact opposite way any child of a prince or princess does, and you think that might have been why you liked him from the start. The sun shone overhead, and you talked to him about running away and taking to the sea and all the things you wanted to do if you just had time.

Neither of you wanted to leave, not really, but of course all good things have to come to an end at some point. You watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky with all the dread of a doomed man going to the gallows. You must have looked seriously unhappy, because you remember Harry laughing and saying that you could meet him tomorrow, if you wanted. You wanted that more than anything, as it turned out, so you eagerly agreed.

Harry took you as far as he could towards Auradon again, and watched as you dove into the water. You can still remember how he’d watched you go, the way his eyes had tracked the water as if he could look at you forever, even after you disappeared from view. He stayed there for a long time before finally forcing his ship to turn around again. You’d know; you stayed there on the ocean floor watching him back until he was gone.

The next day, you slipped away to meet him again, and the next day, and the next. When you were caught trying to go out to the sea sometime in the second month, you fought until you could find a suitable excuse. Your mother was perfectly fine to let you go to some private school by the coast, it would mean one less child to keep track of. The papers were signed and agreements made before you could so much as blink.

You, of course, never went to that school. Instead, you showed up on Harry’s ship just like usual and told him that you wouldn’t be going back. Harry had been talking about a friend of his, Uma, and how she was forming a crew of her own larger pirate ship. You wanted in, and he couldn’t be more delighted to take you home.

You think you replayed the memory of him introducing you to Uma about a thousand times over in your head, and you’ll do it again tonight. The slats of the dock had been slippery under your feet, but you knew that so long as he was by your side, you would never once fall. Uma had looked at you questioningly, blue-green hair cascading down her shoulders, but Harry had hardly been able to tear his eyes away from you.

“This is Y/N,” he’d said, “she’s my friend.” He’d imbued the word with all the hope and grief and joy you could ever possibly attach to such an idea. Harry smiled as he said it, took your hand, let his eyes open comically wide so you’d know he was just joking when he mentioned that he’d jump overboard if Uma didn’t take you on.

Luckily for him, Uma had no problems with you. She saw something in you, the same sort of restless troublemaking spirit the rest of them had in spades. Before you knew it, you were quite literally learning the ropes of how to help out on Uma’s ship.

From there on out, everything was perfect. You watched the sun rise and set from the deck of a ship you could call home. When the weather was good, you spent all night and day out in the grasp of the world, and when the storms raged on, you hid belowdecks with the best friends you’d ever had. They wanted you, not your mother in a younger form, but you. Just you. It was wonderful.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you would end up falling in love with Harry. You were hurtling towards that fate as fast as you could, running and sprinting towards the inevitability of it all. No one compared. No one had half as much influence over you as him. And, when he finally managed to tell you how he felt, you thought you might be able to take over the entire world with the sheer force thrumming through your veins.

Perhaps you should have taken that as a warning. The universe doesn’t care much for happy endings, you’ve learned, even for its fairytale heroes. Princesses grow old and fade into obscurity. Princes forget how to save the day. Villains live out their days with fantastic dreams that will never be achieved. You learn how to deal with adequacy, and pretend that it is enough for you.

You loved Harry because he was wild, your untamed, brilliant boy, but then you hated him for it, too. Just once, you wanted to walk into a room and know what he was going to say before he said it. Every word from his mouth was a dagger in your chest. Some days, he was a hopeless romantic, others, he was mad and uncontrollable. He never hurt you, but at least the pain of a blow would be something you could depend on and understand.

Your mother tried to find you about a year or two after you took to the sea, and you used that as your excuse to break up with him. Harry found out you would be returning to Auradon at the exact same time as the rest of the crew. You think he might hate you for it still. You think he would have reason to hate you for a lot, actually, most importantly that you were never quite enough to match him.

So you slipped away from the ship with the worst kind of goodbye, one that you did not mean, and you never looked back. You greeted your mother and agreed when she said that it was time you took up your studies at Auradon Prep. You joined the endless number of would-be princesses and princes and pretended that it was all you had ever needed in life. If you woke up sometimes with the sound of waves crashing in your ears, or felt the steady rock of a ship beneath your feet as you dreamt, you ignored it. Such illusions only belong to the past, and they will never be yours again.

You still have a jacket of his in the corner of your room; you brought it all the way over here, anywhere you go. You never had the heart to give it back. You don’t know that you could if you tried. It still smells like saltwater and laughter and sun-bleached him, and you have absolutely no idea what you will do when that familiar scent fades.

Still, you weren’t able to completely erase his influence on you. Children of villains arrived at Auradon Prep, and instead of running away from them, you befriended them as quickly as you could. Mal thinks like you do, her and the rest. You laugh like them– not quite as polite as you should be, but loud and beautiful and real. You hang out with them all the time and, when they talk about how much they wish they were back on the Isle of the Lost, you lie to yourself that you do not agree.

You never told them the full scope of your exploits, but they know part of it, enough that one day Mal knocks at your door and tells you that she needs your help on a pirate ship. She needs to get something from the Isle of the Lost, a mysterious ingredient for a spell, but they have to keep it a secret so they can’t use the bridge. The next best option, then, is to sail. It’s not a far destination, so it would work.

A thousand memories of sun and surf flash through your head, and you find yourself agreeing before Mal can so much as finish trying to convince you to go along with her plan.

Mal blinks in surprise. “Really? You’re sure? I thought you would have mixed feelings about that time in your life.”

You breathe out slowly, trying to calm yourself. “Certain things scare me more than others.” Certain people, that is.

Mal winces as she leads you out of your dorm and back into the hallway. “Actually, we might have a problem with that.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

Mal casts you a nervous glance. “Before I continue, remember that you already agreed. I’m not letting you leave now.”

You laugh. “I’m starting to get worried. No, Mal, I’m not backing out. Just tell me already.”

Mal holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Never doubted you for a second. It’s just, well, we don’t have a ship at our disposal, obviously, so we’re borrowing one from Uma.”

You shrug. “I have no problem with that. Uma’s great.”

“Yeah,” Mal says, drawing out her syllables in an attempt to buy herself time, “but she insisted on having a skeleton crew present. You know, to make sure we wouldn’t run aground or something like that. That includes her first mate.”

Your head snaps up. “Harry’s going to be there?”

You can feel Mal’s gaze on you, but you refuse to look at her. Instead, you’re scanning the hallway, every door you pass, sure that he’s going to be waiting for you, leaning casually against a wall or peering out of a window or somewhere you could find if you just looked hard enough.

“He is,” Mal confirms, “is that going to be an issue?”

Yes. “No, I’ll be fine.”

You can’t really tell if Mal believes you or not, but then you’re rounding the corner and the rest of the VKs are in front of you, and the conversation must be dropped as Mal explains her plan. You’re going to join the four of them and Uma’s guys in piloting the ship over to the Isle of the Lost, where you’ll search for a talisman hidden somewhere on the island. Once the talisman is secured, you’ll head back. Easy as that.

Mal leads your group to a boathouse on the southern part of the shore. You take up a position in a corner of the room, hidden by the shadows. You suppose that’s why the pirates don’t see you immediately when they come in a matter of minutes later. You suppose you chose that place on purpose so you could get a good look at Harry without him seeing you.

He looks just the same. You don’t know why you thought he would change, that he would have to look different to explain how different you feel, but he’s the same. It makes a soft smile rise to your lips at the same time as the weight of all your memories pierces you through the heart.

Uma’s talking to Mal, doubt lacing her every word. “I hope you have a good idea of how to run a ship, because I don’t think any of your friends have the slightest clue what to do on the sea. That’s my territory, in case you forgot.”

“I know,” Mal says, temper just as strong as always, “that’s why I brought a friend.”

Harry arches a brow. “What friend?”

“That would be me,” you say, and step out of the shadows to face him.

For a moment, you swear that time stands still. Harry’s breath catches in his chest as he looks at you for the first time in months. He has never been one to show off weakness, always laughing off injury or claiming not to feel pain, but in this instant, you can see the shock lancing through his eyes, wracking his frame until he has no choice but to stand there and stare.

Uma breaks the silence, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a grin. “Y/N, good to see you! I take it back, Mal. Y/N could captain a fleet of ships with her eyes closed.”

It’s easy, after that, to pull yourself together. Uma’s friendship is something familiar, a rock you can stand on. “I appreciate your confidence,” you reply, “good to see you too, by the way.”

“Of course,” Uma says dismissively, then adds somewhat unnecessarily, “Hey, Harry, look who it is!”

Harry swallows hard when Uma addresses him, tries to pretend he’s just like normal. “Yeah, I saw. Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey yourself,” you say quietly.

Evie looks at you nervously, then quickly speaks up. “So, should we get to the ship? We only have so much time before people start looking for us.”

Uma rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you guys are too popular, I get it. Ship’s docked outside.”

Harry takes this as his excuse to bolt out, and you watch him go with wide eyes. Evie heads over to you as soon as everyone’s attention is off you again. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Perfectly fine,” you whisper back through gritted teeth. Of course it is a lie. You couldn’t be more affected by this.

You avoid Harry the entire duration of the trip over to the Isle of the Lost. It’s difficult, especially when you push off from the shore and the wind is on your face again and everything is just like you remember. You tug a few lines into place, tie them down with the knots he taught you, and race to the bow as soon as you’re free.

You forgot just how wonderful it is to sail. You laugh delightedly as the ship picks up speed, skipping over the waves as the wind snaps the sails almost to bursting. This close to the surface of the water, you can’t hear anything, but you sense something anyway, and that’s how you know to lean back up and look to your side to see Harry standing there, smiling as he takes in the sight of you.

Your laugh dries up in a moment and you feel frozen there, trapped in this moment with him. Someone calls your name a second later and you’re able to spirit away to safety, but you can still feel his gaze burning like a brand into your back every moment until the ship docks at the Isle.

Mal announces that you’ll be splitting up in pairs so you can properly canvas the island for the talisman. Before you can look at her or Evie, Uma suggests that you and Harry work together, and the rest are already partitioned into pairs before you can fight it.

Fine, then. You’re certain he’s put her up to this, but you won’t give him a scene if he wants it. Instead, you march resolutely towards your assigned location, and pretend that you’re just really invested in finding the talisman so you can’t hear him when he tries to talk to you.

Eventually, Harry has enough and puts his hand on your arm, trying to get your attention. You spin back around by reflex, dagger in hand and held to his throat before Harry can get so much of a word out. The Isle has always brought out a different part of you, more of a villain than any princess’ daughter.

Instead of looking afraid, Harry just laughs. Usually, this is the time at which you’d join in, but you narrow your eyes and hold strong.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he says when he’s finally able to get his laughter under control, “I don’t think your friends would like it very much if you killed someone on your little vacation to the island.”

You glare at him. “We’re not friends anymore, sweetheart, or have you forgotten that already?”

“When your knife is to my throat? Couldn’t forget that if I tried. Out of curiosity, why are we enemies again? I seem to remember you liking me very well just a couple of months ago.” Harry says, reaching up to tap your forearm where you still hold your blade.

You pull your dagger away but stand there still, thrumming with the urge to run. “We’re too different. You’re a villain, and I’m a perfect angel, obviously.”

Harry grins. “What, just because you’re the daughter of a princess? You’ve never let that come in between us before. You’re not Ariel, you’re Y/N, and I have always loved that about you.” Something like doubt flickers across his face. “Is that why you left? You thought you had to become more like her?”

You glance away from him, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. “I left because I had to. We weren’t working out.”

“Why not?” Harry asks, and suddenly he’s the one in control now, he’s the one stepping forward until your back hits the wall and you have nowhere to run, “What was so wrong with us, Y/N?”

Your hands are shaking. Harry takes the knife from you, carefully sliding it back in the holster on your side. His hands linger there a second longer, and when he finally takes them away, you can’t tell if you’re glad of it or deeply unhappy that you can no longer feel him.

“We could never work,” you insist.

“Why not?” He replies, “Show me we could never work. Prove me wrong.”

Harry Hook has always been somewhat of an enigma to you, just as unpredictable as the sea that both of you love, but somehow you know it’s coming when Harry leans forward and kisses you. For a moment, you consider pushing him away, and then you realize that you do not hate this, not him, not in the slightest, not at all.

Surrender is not the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it’s like the release of a sail to the wind, the acceptance that even though you let a person go, they will always come back to you. You surrender the last of your inhibitions and you kiss him back. It is everything you missed, the fighting and the laughing, the good times and the bad all in one. It is all that you love about him and more, what you didn’t realize you held most dear until you were gone.

Harry breathes quietly against your lips and you breathe back, one small circle of in and out and together. He grins, says, was that really so bad? And you laugh and tell him to shut up, so he does, but only by kissing you again. The island can wait, the talisman and the life waiting back for you at school. You have your boy back, and you could not care about anything else.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

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[princessbettina]

Birthday Cake: Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and what better way to spend your special day than with the love of your life.

Warnings: None. Kind of short of a story. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Gif border credit goes to Saradika ♡

(I'm writing this because today is my birthday!!)

Harry takes celebrating birthdays very seriously, especially yours. The moment you opened your eyes from being asleep made your love squeal with delight and excitement.

"Good morning and happy birthday, my love." Whispered Harry, he began to speechlessly shower you in kisses all over your face. You smiled brightly as the blush began to show on your face.

"Thank you so much, handsome. You always have the cutest reactions to literally everything. I can't wait to celebrate with you today." You said with a wink.

"Me too, darling. Let's get this party started!" Harry chirped, lightly booping the tip of your nose and placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up off the bed to get the day started.

The smile and blush continued to grow on your face. You watched Harry in awe and giggled softly. You were beaming with excitement now.

Harry had prepared your favorite breakfast meal in bed, which you very much enjoyed. You thanked Harry by placing a kiss on his cheek. Seeing him blush always warmed your heart.

The rest of your special day was spent by doing your most enjoyable and favorite things along side your pirate boyfriend. Harry pulled out all the super duper sweet and heartwarming stops for you.

He first surprised you with a beautiful flower bouquet. The sight of it painted a bright smile on your face once again.

You held the bouquet in your hands as you brought them closer to your chest and hugged them delicately to your heart.

The majority of the day spent together was you and Harry getting to bake a cake together. You enjoyed baking. Culinary and baking has always been a passion of yours, and as soon as Harry found out, he thought it was refreshing and sweet to see how passionate you are and wanted to be right by your side.

"Why don't we bake a cake together, Y/n?" Asked Harry, raising his eyebrow in curiosity as he smirked at you.

"Ooh, absolutely! I love how into everything that I enjoy you are, my love." You replied with a giggle.

Harry gently booped your nose and placed a kiss on your cheek; "You know I'd do anything for you, my love."

You continued to smile and blush at his response, as did Harry too.

The scrumptious cake that Harry and you made together was just about finished. As you were adding the frosting on the cake, Harry had walked up from behind you and gently hugged your waist from behind.

This interaction made your heart flutter. You giggled softly once again.

"You deserve to have a very special day today, my love. I hope it's been more than great." Said Harry in between your skin as he nuzzled his face on your neck, causing you to playfully squirm and blush.

"Oh my gosh,look at you being the cutest thing ever. You always know how to make me smile, handsome." You replied with a smile. You gently ran your hand through his hair for a moment.

Harry chuckled and continued to smile after hearing the adorable words that you were saying; "It's a gift, it's in my blood, haha." Harry winked at you again, instantly causing you to smile even more.

If you had a coin jar of all the times that Harry had made you smile, you'd be rich.

"Speaking of gifts, darling," Harry spoke softly, but it had a tone of seriousness in it, too.

"I have one more present for you, but I have to ask you something first." Your pirate boyfriend continued. You smirked at him. You were distracted by something for a moment as you turned your attention elsewhere briefly on the other side of you.

What you didn't see at first was Harry pulling a tiny box out of his pants pocket and slowly kneeling down on one knee.

You turned back around to face Harry when your jaw dropped. You gasped and covered your mouth with both hands. Seeing the way Harry was positioned only knew one thing in your mind, and you really hoped it was leading in that direction.

"Y/n, from the very first moment I met you, you have made me feel like the happiest guy's ever. Will you marry me, darling?" Harry asked as he opened up the tiny box that revealed the ring with a smile.

Happy tears began to form in your eyes as you nodded your head yes. You giggled and began to open up your arms; "Yes! Yes I will, my love. I love you so much."

You and Harry shared a warm hug together. "I love you so so much, too. Happy birthday again, my darling." Said Harry as he chuckled and hugged you tightly while spinning you around in his arms.

This was definitely going to be a birthday that you will never forget.

-the end ♡

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[chiefdirector]

OMG, I just read your "dating Harry Hook would include" and it was so good! And I really liked the part where, reader would sometimes hide Harry's, hook when reader was mad at him so I was wondering if you could write something on where reader hides his hook when their mad at him (fem or gn reader please :)

Hidden | Harry Hook | Descendants

He had messed up; Harry knew that.

He had messed up big time, and now he was paying for it. But there was two things he couldn't figure out: Number one was what exactly had he done wrong, and number two was why did (Y/N) had to take his damn hook again.

It should've been on his dresser, or what used to be considered a dresser but was looking more towards scrap wood these days, where he had left it. But it wasn't. Only one of person had a key to his room, his partner, (Y/N). And that is how he knew he messed up, they only took his hook when they were mad.

"Come on, (Y/N), where did you put it?" He muttered to himself as he tore apart his room looking for it. He had to go collect some debt and it was always a lot easier with a tool to threaten them with.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his partner lean in the doorway until they cleared their throat. "Looking for something?'

"You," He snapped his head up and quickly approached them, "took my hook! Where is my hook?"

They hummed. "It's usually on the dresser, have you tried there?"

"You know I have. Just tell me."

"What's the magic word."

"Now." Harry tried, but (Y/N) just shook their head at him so he tried again, "Please...?'

"Nope," They hummed once more, before turning around and leaving Harry to find his hook alone.

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[humaforever]

Uma: Alright, you're in charge of creating a small distraction

Harry: On it captain

Uma: Small distraction Harry. Emphasis on small.

Harry: Yeah I got it.

*five minutes later, several buildings explode. People are running, fights are breaking out, and weapons are flying*

Uma: Damnit Harry not again! I said small!

#this is just how I imagine most of their missions going #huma #harry hook #uma descendants

[navia3000]

b r e a k u p s o n g s

Includes : Matteo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott

Genre : Angst

Warnings : No use of Y/N, mention of break ups, toxic situations A/N : It feels fairly obvious how sloppy I got toward the end of this but oh well. Let me know if you would like a part two!

Matteo Riddle :

“We go ‘round again

We jump back in bed

That’s what you do when you love somebody

These bad omens

I look right through them

That’s what you do when you love somebody”

A knock jolted her from her sleep. She knew instantly who was at her door. She knew why he was there. She knew she shouldn’t get up, she should go back to sleep. She knew nothing would come from her giving her precious time to him. She also knew she would never be able to sleep without knowing what he wanted to say, even if it broke her tattered heart for the millionth time.

And so, she arose from her bed and padded towards her door. She stood in front of it. Maybe he left. No, he knew her better than that. He knew she could never resist him. And so he knocked again. She opened the door less than a second after.

Matteo Riddle stood outside the threshold, fist raised as though he was going to knock again. They stood staring at each other for what felt like eons, neither daring to speak in fear that it would break whatever trance was keeping her from turning him away.

Their relationship started badly, and it ended badly. They were doomed from the start, cursed into an endless cycle of breaking up and making up. They were toxic, a poison meant to kill a person inside out.

She got tired of the silence, and all she could say was, “what do you want, Matteo?” She saw the surprise in his eyes; he didn’t expect her to be so blunt. But she had to be blunt. She had to keep a barrier between them to keep herself safe from his persuasions.

“Can I come in?” his question made her shake her head.

“Matteo, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep breaking up. And you can’t keep coming here.”

A flash of hurt flashed across Matteo’s eyes, “what do you mean, baby? I love you. I’ll change, I promise I’ll do better.”

“No, Matteo. That’s what you say each time and each time I believe you. You’re not ready for a healthy relationship, and that’s fine, but don’t drag me into it. Don’t keep leading me on and giving me hope when you don’t deserve it,” she started tearing up while she spoke, Matteo trying to cut her off.

“That’s not true-

“It is! I can’t keep being led on by you, no matter how much I love you. Let me move on. You should too.” She shut the door on him, simultaneously shutting down any hope the boy might have had of rectifying their relationship from the grave.

Tom Riddle :

“But you have more pieces of me

than the desert has sand

And I have less pieces of you

than I can hold in my hand”

Everybody warned her against dating him. They told her he loved no one but himself, that he would break her and leave her in the dust, and yet, she didn’t listen. She threw herself into the belief that he wasn’t like they said, that she could “fix” him. She wanted to believe he could change, that he could love her.

“Did you think this would last?” he had asked. “I don’t love you, I never had,” he had said. And even with his confirmation, she still held hope.

She still smiled at him when he walked by in the halls, she still sat next to him during breakfast, lunch, dinner. And he still walked by as though she were merely a ghost, still refused to acknowledge her presence when she sat with him.

Her friends constantly told her to face reality, told her what was honest. But, she still told herself what she wanted to hear, even though no one else would.

Their love was misaligned. She wanted him, he wanted nothing to do with her. She loved him, he loved that she hurt for him. She was a passing thought to him, whilst he was every thought of hers.

No matter how she pleaded and begged him, he would always shatter her heart into grains of sand.

Draco Malfoy :

“We fit perfectly like milk and honey

But some things don’t mix like

young love and old money”

“I can’t see you anymore,” those five words shattered her. She saw the castles she'd built with Draco crumbling to her feet, the rubble bruising her in the process.

"Why?" she questioned. She couldn't understand why he, the love of her life, was ending their relationship so abruptly. Everything was going well, they were both happy, so, again, she asked "why?"

"Because," he paused, and she watched as tears pooled in his grey eyes. "Because we can't be together."

"Says who?" she questioned. "Is this because of your parents? Are they making you do this?"

"Yes!" He blurted. He seemed relieved to tell the truth, but the relief was short lived.

"So, you're breaking up with me because your parents ask you to. Because you're not manly enough to stand up to them." Her breaths were coming out short, and she found herself digging her nails into her hands. Draco didn't react, he only stared, watching as she unraveled in front of him. "You talk of Potter, of him being a coward, but you lie to yourself. You're the coward, Dray! At least Harry stands up for the people he loves." Still he said nothing, the only sign of acknowledgement were the tears falling from his eyes. "You want to break up with me? Fine. But don't come crawling back once you realize how big of a mistake you're making."

Lorenzo Berkshire :

"We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend You cling to your papers and pens Wait until you like me again"

"How was your day?" The question made the girl tear her head away from her Herbology homework and turn towards none other than Lorenzo Berkshire, the boy who broke her heart. She was confused as to why he was sitting here, in the library, with her, when only two weeks ago he was telling her they wanted different things and couldn't be together.

"It was good," she said hesitantly. An uncomfortable silence fell over the two.

"Mine was great. I was walking by the lake and thought I saw a mer-"

"What are you doing, Enzo?" She cut him off.

She watched as his face fell, and said, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you doing? You broke up with me two weeks ago and now you are acting as though nothing happened."

Lorenzo struggled to find words, his excuses flying out the window. He couldn't find the right thing to say, but he couldn't tell the truth. "I just thought we could be friends. I thought that-"

The sound of her book slamming shut shocked him into silence. "You can't do this to me, it's cruel. You know we cannot be friends. You broke my heart, Enzo. Why would you ever think I wanted to be friends with you?"

He knew she was right, which is why he let her walk out of the school's library.

Theodore Nott :

"I'm gonna kiss someone else Say 'it's not about you' Pretend I don't care, my arms aren't around you It hurts just a little, that I won't mention The things I would do just to get your attention"

Pansy watched as her friend danced with some random Ravenclaw boy, her knowing the only reason her friend was even giving him the light of day.

The girl smiled her fake smiles, and pretended as though she was having the time of her life. When, in reality, she was trying to catch the attention of a certain Slytherin. She saw Theodore Nott leaning against a wall out of the corner of her eye. His indifference only made her grind against the Ravenclaw harder. All she wanted was to catch his eye. She wanted him to care.

She turned her head, pressing her lips onto her dance partner's. They kissed for a while, breaking apart for a breath. Her eyes moved themselves to the boy who holds her heart, and her heart broke in his hands as she watched him talk up some Gryffindor girl.

Pansy saw her friend's whole interaction, and rushed to save her. They left the party together, her friend balling next to her. They made it to their dorm, the broken girl falling to the floor in tears. "It's alright," Pansy cooed, "it will be okay."

"No, it's not okay," the girl sobbed. "I just want him to notice. I want him to... I want him to hurt the way I hurt."

Pansy felt bad for her friend, for she knew her best friend would never get the attention of the cold Theodore Nott.

#matteo riddle x reader #tom riddle x reader #draco malfoy x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #theodore nott x reader #harry hook x reader #harry potter headcanon #harry potter imagine #slytherin boys #slytherin imagine

[imagines4thefandoms]

Trapped Apart

word count 10k+

y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie

Here you were again grounded or more accurately trapped. Mother was having another one of her episodes and she refused to let you leave. And it wasn’t because she was worried about your safety. No, she just didn’t want you to leave her like your “older sister” did. Not that you and Rapunzel were actually sisters that’s just what mother called her.

This was the 3rd night this week where she locked you in your room. And just like that, your plans flew out the window. Now you were about to spend tonight like you had the past three: alone wrapped in your one blanket that wasn’t torn and reading one of the few books on the isle that wasn’t falling apart. It was that book Rapunzel’s boo thang read as a kid “The Tales of Fylnnigan Rider.”

Your attention was pulled from the book when you heard light tapping at the window. Someone was throwing rocks at your window and since they weren’t big enough to brake the window you knew exactly who it was. After putting your book back in its hiding place your raced over to the window. Standing below in his normal red leather clothes holding his hook was your amazing boyfriend, Harry.

“Y/n, come one Uma’s pissed you’re not at work,” he whispered yelled from down below.

Even though he was maybe 10 feet below you, you could hear him. You could also see the smug look on his face that he got every time he came and rescued you from the tower. While the world saw him and everyone else on the isle as villains;Harry Hook would always be you knight in shining armor, your prince and he knew it.

You lifted the cushion of the seat that was right next to your window and pulled the rope from the inside and threw the half that wasn’t attached to the chair out the window. You watched as Harry attached his hook to his waist and held his arms up to catch you if you fell. Holding onto the rope as tight as you can, you climbed out of your window. No matter matter how many times you do this you always seem to lose your grip two feet above your boyfriend. So it’s not a matter of if you fall but when.

“I love it when you fall for me, princess,” Harry said holding you bridal style.

He says that cheesy phrase every time he has to catch you. Harry could help you get stronger so you don’t fall sneaking out but he loves holding you in his arms so he doesn’t mention it. The pirate stood there holding you for a few more minutes til he heard kids run past screaming and laughing.

“Uma, expecting us,” you said getting out of his hold and setting your feet on the ground.

“That she is,” he replied holding you against his body and keeping his hands on your waist.

“We should head over to the restaurant,” you said looking up at him and just staring into his light gray eyes.

“That we should,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours.

You closed your eyes expecting to get a loving kiss from him but after a minute of nothing, you opened your eyes and saw him two feet ahead of you.

“Harry Hook,” you exclaimed slapping his bicep.

“What love? I don’t want Uma to have your ass. It’s mine,” he replied slapping it before he continued down the road.

Placing your hand in his the two of you walked to the restaurant Uma’s mother owned. As restaurants go it was awful but for being on the isle it was the nicest one around. As soon as you entered Ursula’s fish and chips Uma started yelling.

“Y/n you’re late again,” she said storming over to you and pushing a tray of food into your arms.

“Sorry my mom was in her mood again,” you explained bringing the food to the correct table after Uma held up 3 fingers to you.

After you dropped the food on the table for some drunken sailers you walked over to the bar and sat down. Harry as usual sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Uma placed a plate of fries on the bar top for the three of us to munch on.

“Again, this is like the third time this week,” Uma asked worriedly as she munched on some fries.

“Yea, I think it has to do with how on the main land the prince’s coronation is coming up. It’s bringing up memories of when my sister left,” you replied slightly day dreaming about Auradon.

Harry was the only one in the room who notices you slip into another world. He was the only one who knew how much you wanted to leave the isle and go to Auradon Prep. It wasn’t that you hated the isle and your life on it, he knew that. But everyone knew that y/n gothel didn’t belong on the isle. You were too…nice. You stood up for the little people, for those who are being bullied. It’s how you became friends with Uma and met your boyfriend of 4 years.

You weren’t always a park of Uma’s crew. Your mother is friends with Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the evil queen, and Maleficent, so naturally growing up you hung out with them. Until when you were 12 and Mal was bullying Uma when she tried to join the gang. Mal would keep calling her shrimpy. Mal has done it before and you’ve been there but on that day your were tired of it. It could have been because your entire life you were being compared to a literal princess or that it was around that time when your mother’s episodes started getting really bad or you were old enough to realize what she was doing to you. Either way you had enough so you walked over and stood between Mal and Uma and told Mal to stop.

In that moment every one on the street stopped and looked, cause no one stood up to Mal she was the big honcho and everyone was scared of her or more accurately scared of her mother. After that Mal decided if you were going to stick up for a loser you are a loser and were no longer invited to hang out; when our parents were not around.

It was around that time that you started to dream about living in Auradon. Of being somewhere where you don’t have to stick up for the little people or yourself cause everyone is nice. Where you don’t have to worry about sneaking out cause you would be free to do want every you wanted or find somewhere you belong. But after meeting Harry or getting to know him better you didn’t need to leave the isle to find a place where you could be yourself. You had him and the crew.

“How long do you think you have til she checks on you,” Harry asked pulling you out of your day dream.

“Um she’s going to some meeting or what ever old people call hanging out with the rest of them. So I should be good for a couple hours.”

“Good,” Harry said kissing your temple.

“Hey your here, no longer on house arrest,” Gil yelling walking in and sitting on the other side of you.

Uma groaned and threw a few fries at Gil cause she knew how you felt about your living situation. On multiple occasions she offered you a room on her boat and Harry has insisted that you stay with him. But you never accepted their offer in fear of what your mother would do is she knew you were leaving. In your sisters case she almost killed the love of her life. You would rather stay trapped under her thumb than put Harry in danger. And Harry knew how trapped you felt. He also knew how your mother always compared you to your sister. If you were not physically trapped you were mentally trapped.

“Read the room Gil,” Uma said. She then ordered him to clean up the fries and wipe down all the tables, which was usually your job.

“How do you read a place,” Gil asked picking up a towel and wiping the tables.

For the rest of the day you just sat at the table and talking with Uma, Harry, Gil or who ever from the crew was in the restaurant. Uma gave you the day off partially because she gave Gil your duties and partially so you could easily just run back home so your mother doesn’t know you left. Mother usually stayed with the other villains for half the day so you could spend half the day with your friends but that was cut short today.

An hour after you and Harry entered the fish and chip shop Carlos ran in. Harry and Gil met him at the entrance and blocked him from coming in.

“Y/n, your mother is about to go home to get you,” Carlos warned.

While you didn’t talk to Mal, Evie, or Jafar, Carlos and you talked. It was rare but when ever your mother had her episode Carlos would make sure you knew when she was getting home. He was the only one of the Mal gang to know what it was like to be manipulated by their mother.

“What,” you asked getting up from your seat.

“Let me go hook,” Carlos said pushing Harry off him. “Something happened and our parents want to talk to us. You have 8 minutes to get home.”

Fear filled your eyes knowing it would take you 10 minutes to get home. Carlos knew what you were thinking and held up a helmet.

“We can get there in 5 if we leave now.”

“I got to go,” you stated to Harry giving him a kiss. “Ill send work over what this is about.”

Harry hated your relationship with Carlos, it's not that he was jealous. It was how your previous friends treated you. He also didn’t like when you relied on Carlos. He wanted to be the only person you needed. Harry felt better after you gave him one more kiss and how she will get a message out to him after the meeting.

“Thanks Carlos,” you said getting on the back of his motorbike. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms around him so you wouldn’t fall off. Carlos took off and nearly hit multiple people to get you back to your tower. The rope you used was still hanging out your window so you knew your mother wasn’t home yet.

“I owe you Carlos, guess I'll see you in a few minutes,” you thanked giving him a hug before climbing up the rope to get back in your room. Once you got your feet on the floor you quickly hid the rope under the cushion and jumped on your bed. Grabbing one of the approved books (anything but the Flynn rider book) and pretended to read til mother busted in your room.

“Y/n, we need to go,” she said looking around the room.

“Where,” you asked getting up off the bed and walking over to her.

“The hall, don’t worry your friends will be there.”

The walk to the hall, mother liked to call it, was only a couple minutes but the intense watching from mother was suffocating. What ever this meeting was about it had to be important other wise you wouldn’t be allowed outside. Her hand was wrapped around your upper arm as to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Mal said as soon as the two of you entered the building.

As usual if the parents were around, you and Mal were best friends. Carlos gave you a real smile. Evie and Jay weren’t mean to you but they also didn’t go out of their way to spend time with you.

“Mal,” you replied walking over to her to give her a hug as soon as your mother let you go.

“You smell like rotten fish,” she whispered in your ear.

“You’re still not thinking for yourself,” you whispered back.

She squeezed your tighter making your groan in pain. Mal let you go stating she just got so excited to see you. When she let you go you went to go stand with the rest of the kids and waited for whatever this meeting was about.

“I have great news,” Mal’s mother stated standing up from her seat.

“What is it,” your mother asked clearly agitated.

“I've already told the others but since y/n was detained ill have to announce it again. Our children had been chosen to go to Auradon prep,” Maleficent said with an evil smile.

I get to go to Auradon. I’ve wanted this for years. But by the looks one it the others were not happy.

“You will go. You will find the fairy godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy peasy,” Maleficent stated in her tall bar green chair as she filed her nails.

“What’s in it for us,” Mal asked. You don’t like siding with Mal but she had a point. Why would we help her when villains don’t really have the best track record of being good parents.

“Matching thrones. Hers and hers crowns,” Maleficent replied thinking about only her daughter and herself.

“I think she meant us,” Carlos replied pointing to the five of us.

Maleficent stood up and walked over to Mal. Stated about how its all about the two of them and her plan to rule the world. You know normal villain talk. And if we didn’t help we were grounded for the rest of our life. Ha like that’s new.

“Y/n is not going. I won’t have my daughter abandon me again,” mother stated grabbing your arm again this time squeezing to tight bruises are sure to appear.

Carlos’s mother also stated how she didn’t want Carlos to go, so did Jafar but of course Malificant was going to have her way. She walked about how good the old days were and how they were robbed of revenge against snow white and the dwarfs, Aladdin and the genie, the dalmatian puppies, Flynn rider who took rapunzel and twisted her mind against mother, and of course sleeping beauty. There was a look in mothers eyes you haven’t seen before. Hope. She was going to let you go but there would be a catch, there is always one with mother.

“Y/n, I don’t like it but you can go. Bring back the wand and that magic flower,” mother insisted.

She finally let go of your arm and sat down at the table next to the evil queen.

“Mother there are no more magic flowers,” you stated. Mother’s garden as her pride and joy and it was always missing one thing. The magic flower that had given rapunzel her magic hair. Mother swore she say one on the tv when snow white was reporting from the magic garden on the main land.

“You will find it and bring it back to mother,” she stated holding your hand a little too tight.

“I understand mother.”

Evie's mother gave her a magic mirror while Malificant grabbed her spell book out of the freezer. Suddenly a car horn went off and we were be pushed out to the street.

“We are leaving now,” you asked mother.

“Yes, the sooner you leave the sooner you return with my flower,” mother said grabbing the bags and putting them in the truck.

She had packed for you even through she objected to the idea at first. This can’t be real. You had to tell Harry. Talk to him about it first. Suddenly a pebble hit your leg and a soft whistle came from the crows. Your quickly found Harry in the crowd and went over to him.

“What’s going on princess,” he asked stroking your arm. He stopped when he noticed the redness on your biceps.

“We are going to Auradon like right now,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“What why,” he asked holding your tighter not wanting you to leave.

“Something about giving the villain’s kids a chance. Maleficent wants us to use this opportunity to steal fairy godmother’s magic wand and bring it to her.”

“Your mother is ok with this.”

“She wants the magic flower, but ill just not go. They can handle it and I'll just run away.”

“No go. I know you y/n you have always wanted to go to Auradon. This is your chance to leave. Ill be here when you come back. Get the wand and the flower and after we take a ship and just sail away. Together,” he said holding your hands and placing a small kiss on your knuckles.

“No mom,” you asked looking into his eyes.

“No mom, just you and me.”

“What about Uma and the crew.”

“They don’t matter. You are the only thing that matters.”

You heard your mother calling for you. Harry gave you one last kiss and gave you a little push back to the car. ‘Get the wand and flower, not for mother and Malificant but for me and Harry’

“there you are get in,” mother said pushing you hardly towards the car. “Don’t forget, mother loves you.”

In the car you sat next to Carlos, far away from Mal. The car was clean and full of snacks. The boys went crazy and fought over them. Carlos handed you something brown and you gave it a sniff.

“Its good,” he said shoving another three in his mouth.

Trusting him you took a small bight and boy was he right. It was sweet and is has this creamy gooey center. Eve and Mal also took some of the food. Mal was messing with a remote and opened the screen between us and the driver.

“Look,” Evie exclaimed.

We all looked out the front window and it looked like the car was going to drive us off the bridge and drive us into the water.

“Its a trap,” Carlos yelled and we all held on tight to each other.

We waited and waited for the splash to come but it never did. A magic bridge appears. We got through the barrier. Mal asked the driver if the remote she was messing with opened the barrier but the driver explained that is opened his garage, what ever that is, and then closed the wall that separated us from him.

“How’s shrimpy doing, traitor,” Mal asked looking straight at you.

“Her name is Uma and she is fine,” you said glaring back at her grabbing more of the brown sweet.

“You look good,” Evie stated with a small smile.

“Thanks,” you replied returning a smile.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Except for Carlos and jay trying to steal everything out of the van. You tried to stuff some of the sweets into your bag too. On the isle you learn to never know when your next meal is and take things whenever. Suddenly a giant castle came into view and loud music was coming from outside. The vehicle stopped and the driver opened the door. Yo got out of the car followed by Carlos and jay falling out of the vehicle fighting over things than Evie and Mal.

We were greeted by lots of bright colors and smiling faces. A middle-aged lady and two people around our age (one boy and one girl) walked over to us. The older lady told Carlos and jay to put the things back which they did begrudgingly. Jay then proceeded to hit on the younger girl. She was pretty. Dark skin brown curly hair. She was in a gold dress with pink accents and a blue sweater. The other lady was in purple dress suit and the guy was in a nice blue suit jacket and yellow pants.

“The names jay,” jay said stepping closer to the girl.

“Welcome to Auradon prep,” the middle-aged lady said interrupting jays failure at getting the girls attention. “I'm fairy godmother, headmistress.”

“The fairy godmother,” Mal asked. “As in bippity boppity boo.”

Mal tried to get her to pull out the want or at least mention where it was by bringing up cinderella. But all fairy godmother said was it was a long time ago and not to focus on the past or you miss the future.

The boy took a step towards us greeting up. His name is Ben. Or prince soon to be king Ben since the girl in pink in blue insisted on pointing out.

“You had my at prince. My mom’s a queen which makes me a princess,” Evie said bowing to prince ben. She as already trying to find her prince charming as she was instructed by her mother.

“The evil king has no royal status here and neither do you,” the girl said with a fake smile.

Prince Ben gave a little laugh and introduced the girl and princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Fairy godmother said the two would be showing us around and something about the library being closed at 11. The band and her left. Ben walked over to jay to introduce himself but jay punched him in the shoulder. Ben stood in front of Mal for a while and they shook hands. He was going to shake Carlos’s hand but Carlos had what ben called chocolate all over. Evie looked at ben longingly.

“…as the day our two peoples begun to heal,” ben said shaking your hand.

“Or the day you showed 5 people where the bathrooms are,” Mal responded jokingly.

“A little over the top,” ben relied laughing.

Ben laughed about his intense first impression while Audrey talked about how her mother is aurora and Mal and her grandparents history. So mark Audrey as someone I won’t like. Ben offered us a tour and talked about the school. There was a statue of Ben’s father in the middle of these gardens. Ben clapped his hands and the statue shifted into the kinds beast form which scared Carlos bought that he jumped into jays arms. Ben explained how if symbolizes how anything is possible.

“Does he shed much,” Mal asked.

“Yes mother wont let him on the couch,” he responded.

Ben continued towards the castle and Audrey, Mal and Evie followed. Jay dropped Carlos then continued on his way as well. Carlos was staring at the statue until you gave him a small push.

“Lets go Carlos we are losing them,” you said pulling him away from the statue.

The entrance of the castle was beautiful. The ancient building mixed with modern style. The group stopped in the center of the room. But we were not the only ones there. All around us kids were walking up and down the stairs going on with their lives. No one was forcing them to this or that. They were smiling and happy.

Mal asked about magic and if it was around here. Ben told her it exist but they don’t really use it. He said something about how everyone here are normal mortal.

“Who happen to be kings and queens,” you asked.

“Yeah our royal blood goes back generations,” Audrey replied placing Ben’s arm around her.

“Doug,” ben exclaimed taking his arm off Audrey and talking towards a guy who was with the band outside. Doug was going to give us our schedules and who us the dorms. Suddenly you remembered this is an actual School and not like the one on the isle where the teachers never cared to even show up. Ben told us or more specifically Mal to ask him for anything if we needed it, which Audrey replied or ask Doug.

Doug introduced himself as dopey’s son. He started to name the rest of the dwarfs but was interrupted by Evie. Looks like someone has a crush. He gave us our schedule and told us about our classes with included “ remedial goodness 101”. We left to go to our dorms which Doug directed us to the right. Doug explained how normally its two to a room but since no one wanted to room with a villain Mal, Evie and I were sharing a room. And since it was three people instead of 2 we got the biggest room. We opened the door and it was like pink princesses threw-up in the room. The room was very girl and good. I could tell by Evie’s face that she loved it but Mal shut it down by saying the room was gross.

We closed the curtains to make is less bright which helped a bit but it was all still pick. After dark we walked over the the guys rooms. Carlos was playing video game and jay as usual was looking at his stolen treasure.

Mal told him he could steal now or wait til we took over the world. She sounded just like her mother, and unlike you she saw that as a good think when Evie pointed it out. Jay said no and Carlos gave him a turn on the video game. Mal was not happy over how lightly the boys took the situation we were in.

“This is the one change we have to prove ourselves to out parent. To prove we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cool,” Mal stated which brought them back to their senses.

That wasn’t the reason you were there but you weren’t going to tell Mal that. Mal asked for the magic mirror and used it to find the wand which was in the museum. Carlos looked on his new computer and found out is 2 miles away from us.

“Perfect so we go to the museum take the wand and we are home by breakfast,” you stated excitingly.

“What you missed the fish and chips or your salt water baths,” Mal asked in a cruel tone.

“I miss my friends,” you responded with a coarse tone.

Mal ignored your last comment and stated exactly what I said. She opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was near. Since the coast was clear we all followed her out the room. We were about two feet from the room when I heard footsteps.

“Wait,” I said grabbing Mal’s shoulder.

“Let go,” Mal whisper yelled.

I placed a finger over my lip the to my ear and to the direction we were heading. I was letting them know I heard someone coming. Once they heard the person we all pressed up against the wall til the passed going in the other direction.

“That was closed,” Carlos said patting me on the back.

“Have any of your guys spent your entire life sneaking out. No so follow me,” you said going ahead of Mal listening to every crack and feeling every vibration in the walls.

We made it to the stairs without getting caught which was great but stairs bring a whole new problem.

“I'm going first to make sure no one is around. When I give the signal step lightly incase the stairs squeak,” you told them sitting on the hand rail and slowly sliding down until you could safely jump off with out hurting yourself and making a noise.

You went a couple feet a head but found no one in the area. You called to them to come down and for once Mal actually listened to you. They all stepped very lightly and made it down the stair without a single sound.

Once we were out of the building getting to the museum was easy. But once we got there, there was a whole new problem. There was a security guard. In the room there was video surveillance of multiple magical items, like the trident, the genie lamp, Cinderella’s shoe and the spindle Mal’s mother used. Mal used her magic to get the security guard to prick his finger on the spindle. You tried to open the door once the guard went to sleep but it was locked.

“I’ve got this,” jay said backing up.

He was too far to notice but Mal was saying a spell to open the door. You tried to stop jay but you were too late and he fell on the floor. Everyone let out a little chuckle at jay. Carlos went to help him up but jay pushed him away. We walked past the sleeping guard and Evie used her mirror to direct us to where the wand was. While we were running around the museum looking for the wand we passed the hall of villains. There were wax figures of all of our parents. It freaked us all out. We know how mean our parents can be, we know they’re villains but these figures made them look worse, made them look like monsters.

We couldn’t stand to be in the room with the figures any longer, so we left but after a couple seconds you noticed Mal didn’t follow us. She was still looking at her mothers figure.

“Look at you look at me I don’t know who to be mother, is it wrong is it right be a thief in the night mother, tell me what to do,” you heard Mal say.

You decided to leave Mal alone but Evie came back and told her to come along. You caught up with the boys. They were talking and messing around and ignoring everything around them. While you were looking at everything around you and you noticed a blue light. You went towards the light and saw the wand suspended in the air with a force field.

“Guy, I found it,” you whisper yelled to the boys.

Evie came back from getting Mal but the she still was in the wax room. “What,” Evie asked.

“I found the wand, where is Mal,” you asked.

“I thought she was behind me I’ll be right back,” Evie said running to get Mal.

A few minutes later both girls got back. You told them to follow you and led them to the wand. Jay ran to the other side and climbed under the railing.

“Jay wait,” Mal called.

Jay didn’t listen. He went to reach for the wand but the force field sent him flying an a alarm was going off.

“Force field and an alarm. It’s a bit excessive,” Carlos commented as we all went running.

You could hear the guard coming behind us. We made it to the guards spot when the phone started ringing. Carlos answered the phone while the rest of us ran out.

“Carlos come one,” you yelled for him.

“Your welcome,” he called out as he came running after you.

Carlos explained how when the alarm company called he pretended t be the guard and say it was a false alarm. We started running back to the school.

“Thanks a lot jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow,” Mal called out scorning jay.

Once we made it back to the castle, everyone followed my lead so we could get back in our rooms. We made it back to our rooms without being caught. Mal and Evie went straight to their beds while you stood by the window. There was something about sneaking out without worried about getting beat or getting loved ones killed.

“Thanks, I guess your skills were really helpful,” Mall called from her bed.

“Ill tell mother how useful my sneaking out skills are. She would love that,” you joked.

“Has she been easier to live with,” Evie asked walking over to you.

“No, she has her episodes more often. I don’t know why but she really got worse when the talk of the coronation reached the isle,” you explained.

“Well you’re free here,” Evie said as a comfort.

“I was free on the isle with…,” you started but stoped before you mentioned Uma and Harry.

“I’ve notice Hook has been more tolerable when ever your with him,” Mal stated.

“So its true, you and Harry,” Evie asked pulling you to her bed.

“Yeah 4 years,” you explained.

You missed this. Chatting about boys with Evie. It brought you back to the old days. Mal sat up and looked over at the the two of us. You waited for Mal to join the conversation or to change the subject but that would have been the Mal you knew when you were younger.

“We should sleep, we have a long day ahead of us,” she commented before going to bed.

“Yeah, night,” you said getting up and going to your bed.

You turned away from the girls and held on tight to the necklace Harry made you when you first started dating. It was a hook (blunted) on a leather cord. He gave it to you as a way to let people now you where his.

“Night Harry, I miss you,” you whispered and fell asleep hoping to speed this up to get back to him.

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Mal and Evie sat at the table in front of you and Carlos and Jay sat at the table diagonal from you. Fairy godmother stood at the front of the room asked questions for the remedial goodness class.

“If someone hands you a crying baby do you A) curse it B) lock it in a tower c) give it a bottle or d) carve out its heart,” she asked.

Carlos looked back at you in sympathy when she read option two out loud. Evie raised her hand to answer but asked for what the second option was.

“Lock it in a tower,” you whispered to her.

“Oh, sorry y/n,” she responded.

You shook your head telling her its ok and raised your hand to answer the question.

“Yes y/n.”

“C give it a bottle.”

“Correct,” fairy god mother praised.

“Wow y/n you are on fire,” Carlos also praise.

“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal spoke up.

Evie Carlos and jay nodded in understanding of how to answer the questions. Suddenly there was a little squeal and a girl with short black hair and a blue dress scurried in the room.

“You need to sign off on an early dismissal for the coronation,” the girl quickly spoke while she stared at us. She was scare, of course she was, she was in a room full go villain kids.

“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” fairy god mother introduced while signing the paper.

“You might want to use her to get the wand,” you leaned over the table and whispered into Mal’s ear.

Jane protested to her mother introducing her to everyone. Mal gave her a small smile and said hello as Jane creeped back out of the room.

“You may be right,” Mal whispered back to you.

You went back to doodling in you notebook while fairy godmother asked the next questions. Carlos and Jay ended up fighting again. They were told by FGM to save it for the Turney field.

After class was dismissed you Mal and Evie walked to your lockers which happen to be next to each others.

“So how can Jane help me get the wand y/n, you have any idea,” Mal asked putting her book back in the locker.

“I don’t know yet. This might not be something we can plan. Talk to her and see if there is something you can do to make her owe you,” you suggested leaning against your locker.

“Smart,” Mal said almost shockingly.

“Yeah Mal, I'm not stupid,” you said defensively and walked over to the library.

You have quite literally never see so many book in your entire life. Everyone in the room stopped and watched your every movement. Anywhere else it would have freaked you out but here with the books you didn’t mind. When ever mother locked you up all you could do was read. Those books made the confinement easier. You ran your fingers over all the books when a title caught your eye. “Flynnagain rider” they had it. You grabbed the book off the shelf and went to sit at a table. This book wasn’t broken. It had every page even the title cover. There were no stains. It was in perfect condition.

You were so entranced in the condition of the book you didn’t notice two people sitting at your table. You looked up and saw two brown hair twins a boy and a girl. There was something about their eyes that reminded you of something. They sat down but leaned back as to stay away from you.

“Hi I'm Ryder and this is my sister Stella,” the boy said with a giant smile.

“I’m …,” you started but were cut off by Stella.

“Oh we know. Y/n gothel. Our father had a whole conniption when he found out prince ben was letting you come to Auradon,” she said with excitement in her voice.

They confused you. They seemed scared but also intrigued by your presence.

“And who is your father,” you asked hiding behind the book hoping they would leave you alone.

“You're reading his favorite book. So much so he changed his name and named me after it,” the boy said.

Fear or shame-filled you. They were Rapunzel and Eugene’s kids. Your adoptive nieces and nephew. You slowly put the book down and really gave them a look. Now you could really see it. Her eyes he has her eyes and she had her nose. You’ve stared at the damn portrait of your “sister” your entire life. The one that got away.

“Hi,” you said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, mother talked him down. He wanted to pull us from the school but mother had a feeling your nothing like her,” Stella said.

“She wanted us to make sure you are ok. And let you know she wants to met with you or if you want to talk you can call her,” Ryder said putting a piece of paper on the table.

“Why,” you asked hesitant to pick the paper up.

“Cause your family,” Stella replied walking around the table and giving you a hug. “Family never give up on each other.”

They left you sitting in shock staring at the book and the number on the paper. Rapunzel doesn’t hate you and she thinks you’re family. You thought about calling. Maybe she has a few tips on how to keep mother calm. Or you could warn her that when mother get out she will more likely than not go after her and Eugene. You looked behind you and saw the Stella was still standing at the doorway watching you. She gave you a big smile and waved before her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

You tried to stay and read but suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable in the library. Grabbing 2 more books you went to the lady at the desk by the front door.

“Is it ok if I take these,” you asked her?

“Um yes let me scan them first,” she said hesitantly.

She scanned each book the handed them to you and a paper saying to bring the books back in one week. You were heading back to your room when your ran into Doug. Literally ran into him. The books fell to the floor.

“Sorry y/n,” Doug exclaimed picking the books up.

“It’s ok I promise,” you responded calmly.

Doug handed all the books to you and straightened his shirt. You went to head back to your room when you stopped and called to him.

“Um Doug, what to you know about magical flowers. Mother talked about it so much growing up I wanted to see on for myself,” you asked.

“Um we have some in the green house on the other side of campus,” he said running the back of his head.

“Thanks.”

You headed back to the room and was shocked to see Jane in the room with nicer hair. So Mal found her way in. Mal was on her bed drawing, Evie was sewing and Jane was complaining about her mother. Mal planted a seed of doubt in fairy godmother's love for Jane. Smart. You placed the books on your bed and collapsed on it.

“Mal do you like,” Evie asked holding up a dress she was making.

“Yea, it’s cute brings out your eyes,” Mal responded as she continued drawing.

“I know,” Evie stated looking at the dress. “Y/n what do you think?”

“I love it very Evie,” you said lifting your head up from the bed.

“Ill never get a boyfriend,” Jane sighed sitting on Evie’s bed.

“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal replied.

“And how would you know Mal you never had one,” Evie asked.

“That’s cause I don’t need one E,” Mal replied, “ they are a waste of time.”

You let out a laugh and sat up on your bed. “You only think that cause you never had one. Jane, you will find someone.”

Evie gasped then explained how she forgot to do chad’s homework. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” Mal said as Evie grabbed some tan bag and pulled out books.

“That not what having a boyfriend means but boys in general can be a waste of time til the right one comes along,” you explain trying to bring Jane some comfort.

Suddenly an Asian girl with very short hair walked into the room. She explained how she is Mulan’s daughter Lonnie. Lonnie wanted Mal to do her hair like she did Jane’s. Mal was against it but did it cause Evie said she needed the money for new fabric. Suddenly Lonnie had long brown curly hair. It was definitely an improvement. Lonnie looked in the mirror and explained how much she loved it then she ripped her skirt stating she was now cool.

“Like ice,” Mal said sarcastically.

Jane then went to the mirror and did the same thing. ‘Wow these princesses are really stuck up if they think ripping their clothes suddenly makes them cool’ you thought. Jane instantly came to her senses and was worried about what her mom would think when she saw the dress. Lonnie and Jane left after a while. Picked up a book and started reading it. Mal was studying her spell book and Evie was still working on chad’s homework when Carlos came in with a dog.

“Carlos that's a dog,” you exclaimed. You weren’t the only one freaked out by his mothers stories of the beasts.

“Don’t worry y/n it’s not vicious like mother said. Dude is actually very sweet,” Carlos said bringing the dog over to you. It jumped on your bed and put its front paws on your legs as it licked your face. “Ben said that means he likes you.

“Ok he can stop liking me. His breath stinks,” you laughed.

Carlos grabbed the dog and sat on the floor by Mal’s bed and was working on his computer. We all sat in silence until jay came in wearing a blue shirt.

“Did the plan work with Jane? Do you know how to get the wand,” he asked leaning on Mal’s bed post.

“Do you think I would be going through this book if I hadn’t completely struck out,” Mal replied in frustration.

“Someone is in a bad mood,” Carlos stated.

“My mom is counting on me I can’t let her down,” Mal replied flicking his head.

“We can do this if we stick together,” you stated putting your book down.

“And we won't go back until we do, cause we are rotten,” Mal stated.

“To the core,” we all replied. Evie looked at you when you said that. It is like the gang’s catch phrase. You hadn’t said it or hear those words in years. It felt both weird and nice to say them again.

“Oh yeah,” Evie exclaimed looking from me to Mal, “ I found out that fairy godmother blesses ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear of course.”

Mal and I looked up in shock. How could she forget to mention that small detail. Before we could talk about it there was a knock at the door. Mal got up to get it and when she opened it there stood ben. He was asking how our day went and if we needed anything or had any questions.

“Mal,” I whisper and yelled when ben was walking away.

“Oh wait,” she called causing ben to stop and turn back to her, “ is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben confirmed what Evie said. Perfect. Mal then asked if we could stand up front to absorb the goodness. Which is a smart move since they think we are all bad. But ben said that only his parents, himself, and his girlfriend get to be upfront.

“I think it's time benny boo got himself a new girlfriend,” Mal said after she closed the door on ben. “And I need a love spell.”

Carlos threw the book and Mal and she began her search. After a few minutes, she found one. The spell would be in a batch of cookies. Which was where the problem lay. None of us knows how to bake. But as a group we can get this done so we all headed down to the kitchen. You were another step close to giving your mother what she wants and getting back to Harry.

In the kitchen, we were able to get most of it done but the last ingredient was a human tear. Carlos thought of cutting up an onion but it had to be a true tear of human sadness.

“A tear is a tear,” jay said in frustration.

“that's not true jay they both have antibodies and enzymes. A hormonal tear has more protein than a reflex tear,” eve said giving Mal the bag of flour.

“Wow Evie,” you said proudly.

“Listen to you,” Mal stated as she put more flour in the mixing bowl.

Carlos and jay were messing around about whether or not jay knew that science mumbo jumbo, then Lonnie walked into the kitchen. You grabbed the towel and threw it over the book to hide it from her.

“There you are Mal, I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair,” Lonnie stated walking over to the counter while Mal and Evie were awkwardly standing there and mixing the ingredients. “Midnight snack huh, what are you guys making?”

“Nothing special just cookies,” you stated to say before Lonnie dipped her finger in the batter and ate some.

“What I'm not going to double dip,” Lonnie said defensibly after we all basically yelled no at her.

“Fell anything,” Evie asked leaning towards her.

“Yeah like it might be missing something,” Mal asked.

Jay saw this as his opportunity to hit on Lonnie and see if the spell works. Lonnie blew him off then stated it could use some chip.

“What are chip,” you asked relaxing a but knowing she was under the spell.

Lonnie went to the fridge and grabbed a down of chocolate dots. “Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group,” she said placing the down on the counter. She took a hand full and put them in the bowl. “Didn’t your moms ever make you chocolate chip cookies?”

We all looked at her in confusion.

“Like when your feeling sad and their fresh from the oven with a big old glass of milk and she makes you laugh and puts everything int perspective,” Lonnie asked with this huge smile on her face. She looked up and notice all of our sad faces. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It's just different where we are from,” Mal explained mixing the chocolate chips in the dough.

“Yeah, I know. I just thought even villains love their kids.”

“No,” you whispered hugging yourself.

Lonnie grabbed Mal’s hand when she notice how none of us agreed with her. A tear was falling from Lonnie's eye and luckily Mal noticed it and grabbed it and put it in the mix. Mal quickly got her out of the kitchen while we finished the spell. Once the cookies were done and cooled down Mal put them in a baggie and we all went to sleep.

The next morning we all woke up early to decide when to give ben the cookie. “Just give it to him first thing it may take a while right,” you suggested.

“No it’s an instantaneous spell,” Mal explained.

“Oh.”

“Ok so we have a plan I’m going to go get ready for the Turney game,” jay said.

“That’s at the end of the day,” Carlos reminded him.

“Yes but I can go parade around and take to girls.”

We all left to start our day. Eventually, we all met by Mal’s locker and waited for ben to show up so she could give him the cookie. He was about to turn it down but Mal did reverse psychology (which I am now aware that I have been victim to multiple times) on him. She played to how we are villains who can not be trusted. Ben snatched the cookie from his hand and took a giant bite. The spell was starting to work cause he was having lovey eyes towards Mal. She grabbed the cookie before he could take another bite. Ben then started to yell her name at the top of his lungs.

“Girl what did you put in those cookies,” you laughed.

Jay and Carlos took him to the Turney field to get ready for the game while Mal Evie and you went to go stand in the stands and cheer for jay and Carlos. The game was going great I think. But everyone for Auradon was cheering. It was the last bit of the game when jay and Carlos got on the field.

“Let's go, Carlos. Let go jay,” you yelled.

Carlos, Jay, and ben use their combined skills to make the winning goal. The crowd was going crazy. Suddenly ben took a microphone and started professing his love to Mal. He then started singing a song about how much he loved her.

“What was in that cookie,” Mal exclaimed.

During his little song, ben took off his jersey and threw it to Mal. Ben made his way to Mal and told her again that he loved her. Then Audrey came up with chad and said they were going out and going to the coronation together. Audrey kissed chad and walked away. Ben and Mal were going to the coronation to gather but you didn’t care that that moment. You saw the hurt in Evie’s eyes. She really likes chad.

“Hey it’s ok, he was a dope anywhere. Plus you are way better than him,” you said giving her a side hug.

Mal noticed Evie’s poor mood and commented hoe she felt bad for Audrey and said how if she was pretty smart and talented at Evie that she wouldn’t need a prince to feel better about herself. And you totally agreed.

After the game, you ran into Stella. She asked if you wanted to hang out with them for a bit. A bit turned into an hour and an hour turned into a sleepover. The only person you spent this much time with was your mother. You haven’t even spent this much time in one sitting with Harry.

“Tell me about yourself,” she asked.

“Um, I don't know what to say,” you replied.

“What do you like to do silly,” she said giving you a slight push.

“Um, I can’t really do anything. When mother locks me away I just read and paint and sew. I cant even do the last 2 cause mother makes me do them. It reminds her of rapunzel. I have to do everything like Rapunzel,” you explained. “I'll sometime climb out my tower to hang out with my boyfriend but that only if mother leaves.”

You noticed the look on Stella’s face. It was shock or pity. She heard the story of what her mother went through but in some messed up way mother gothel loved her but for you, you were just a constant reminder of her failure.

“I'm sorry I should go,” you said getting up off the floor and opening the door.

“Wait, it’s ok to be yourself. You can just be you here not rapunzel not gothel just y/n,” Stella said giving you a hug. “So what here has made you the happiest?”

“The library, and school, and my friends,” you said honestly. “I feel free here, no tower, no barrier.”

“You are, no one can make you do anything you don’t want to,” Stella said holding your hand.

“Thanks, but I should really go,” you said leaving Stella’s room.

When you walked into your dorm room Mal was getting ready for a date with ben. Evie was about to do her makeup.

“Y/n help me do her hair,” Evie asked.

“Sure you know hair is my specialty.”

It was nice. You guy talked like old times. Since Mal’s hair was very much shorter than yours it didn’t take as long to get it just right. Evie was putting the finishing touches when Mal thanked both of us for helping her.

“I've never had a sister,” Mal said as Evie put on her lipstick.

“Well now you have 2 right y/n,” Evie asked you.

You looked at Mal and Evie and gave a small smile. “Yeah, we are going to have to stick togather If this doesn’t work.”

“Are you guys scared of your mother,” Mal asked.

“Sometimes,” Evie replied.

“Yes, not scared of what she will do to me but what she will do to the people I care about if she found out about them,” you said shocked at how honest you were. You never told anyone about how much you really feared your mother.

“Harry,” Mal asked.

“Yeah, he makes me feel sane and less trapped,” you replied smiling and you held your necklace.

“Are you scared of your mother,” Evie asked.

“No, I just want to make her proud. She gets so angry when I disappoint her,” Mal opened up.

There was a knock on the door but before she went to get it Mal looked over at you.

“I'm sorry for how I treated you. You were never weak you were different and now I know its okay,” Mal said holding her arms out to give you a hug.

“I forgive you, Mal. Besides according to Stella and Ryder siblings fight all the time, and they always forgive.”

Mal went to open the door after letting you go and left on her date with Ben. You and Evie just stayed in all day and waited for Mal to return with the details of her date.

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In remedial goodness class, fairy godmother was standing in front of a tv and she looked very excited. She was talking about family day at the school and since out parents couldn’t come for obvious reasons she set up a special video call with them. The call didn’t start off to a great start with Carlos’s mother calling fairy godmother old and Mal’s mother antagonizing her about the pumpkin and the curfew. Maleficent was asking about how much longer it would talk til we got the wand. Then Cruella was talking about turning Carlos’s new BFF dude into an accessory. And mother kept saying how much she missed me and that when I return she never wants to let me go, which meant I was going to be trapped in the tower for more than a day. Out parents started fighting and after a few second jay turned the computer off.

“I'm so sorry,” fairy godmother said in a soft tone.

“Thanks anyway,” you responded before going back to your seat.

You all grabbed your bags and went to leave the room.

“Mal what do you think our parents are going to do to use if we don’t pull it off,” Evie asked.

“I think they will be quietly disappointed but ultimately proud of us for doing our best,” Mal lied.

“Really,” Carlos asked not reading between the lines.

“No, I think we are definite goners.”

When the day was over we all went to the boys' room to go over the plan. Mal will be up front while we will be on the balcony. Carlos is going to handle the limo. Mal gave Evie a perfume to knock the driver out. There was this sadness filling the room. I don’t think any of us really wanted to do this, but we were scared of what our parents would do if we didn’t. I noticed Mal looking up a spell to undo the love spell. She said she wanted to undo it cause it would be extra cruel but I know she had feelings for ben and didn’t want to live this lie any longer.

That night you couldn’t sleep. If you guys got the wand and the villains came to Auradon this little piece of freedom would be destroyed. Mother would find her magic flower and she would find another tower to lock you in. And she would go for Rapunzel and Eugene and Stella and Ryder. That dream of sailing the ocean with Harry was never going to happen. You were forever destined to be trapped and locked away. You thought being with Harry and Uma and Gil made you feel free because you were away from your mother but you were still trapped on the isle.

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It was family day. The five of you decide to enjoy the festivities. Mal went over to ben and his parent while you stayed with Evie while the boys played with the chocolate fountain. Mal said that the king and queen wanted to have lunch with us. You enjoyed a nice game of croquet with everyone when Audrey’s grandmother was yelling about how the villains were here. Chad was being very rude. He called out Mal for stealing ben, said jay enjoyed hurting people and said Evie was a gold digger. Evie told her magic mirror to show her the biggest jerk and chad’s face appeared. He then pushed the mirror out of his face and you and jay were about to go after him for pushing Evie but ben stopped jay and Carlos stopped you. Mal then knock chad out with and spell and the five of us left.

The five of us just sat at a table and ate lunch. At the table next to us sat chad Audrey, Jane, Stella, Ryder, Doug and other people we thought were our friends.

“How long did she think that was going to last. It was just a bad girl fascination,” Audrey asked her as Jane walked by making sure we heard.

“Yeah I mean he’s never going to make a villain a queen,” Jane said getting right next to Mal’s ear.

In anger, Mal took out her spell book and undid Jane’s hair. Jane screamed and everyone backed away from her.

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” Mal angrily stated.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are,” Aubrey asked.

“Do you think I’m kidding,” Mal asked as she pulled out her spell book?  Everyone left in fear.

When they left Mal stated how excited she was for tomorrow and how we needed to get the wand a leave.

“It was stupid to think they would see us as something other than our parents,” you stated in a pissed-off tone.

We left to head to our rooms to get ready for the big day.

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We were all ready for the coronation. Mal was wearing a beautiful purple dress, Evie was in a blue one and I was in a red one. All three dresses were Evie herself. While Mal walked in with ben, you Evie, and the boy went to your spots on the balcony. The coronation was beautiful but you really had a hard time focusing on the details. Any second now Mal was going to grab the wand and this place would be destroyed. Fairy godmother took the wand out to bless ben with it but before she could Jane grabbed it. She was angry at how her mother refused to use magic to make her pretty. Mal wrestled Jane for the wand. Once Mal had it in her hand Jane ran off. The four of us ran into the room to help Mal.

“Ben I said stand back,” Mal yelled as he took a step towards her.

“I told you so,” Audrey exclaimed taking a step forward. Mal turned to her and they back up in fear.

“Mal we got it to let's go,” you said once you got to her.

“You really want to do this,” ben asked standing between Mal and his parents and fairy godmother.

“We have no choice ben,” Mal cried. “Our parents…,”

“Your parents made their choice, no you make yours.”

Mal stood there and looked at everyone in front of her: ben, the king and queen, and fairy godmother

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“You are good,” ben told her.

“How do you know that,” Mal yelled.

“Because I’m listening to my heart.”

“I wanna listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents,” Mal said turning to us. “Stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Turney, and victory pizza with the team makes you happy,” she said looking at jay.

“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy,” she told Carlos.

“Being her, being far away from that tower, and being yourself makes you happy y/n. And Evie you do not have to play dumb to get a guy. You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world for evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school and be with ben. Cause ben makes me really happy. Us being friends makes me really happy. Not destroying things. I chose good you guy.”

Mal held out her fist. You were the first to put your fist next to hers. You are choosing good. Then jay then Evie. We all looked at Carlos.

“Just so we are clear we don’t have to worry about how mad our parents are going to be, cause they are going to be really really mad,” Carlos asked making us all laugh.

“Your parents can’t reach you here,” ben reassured Carlos.

“Okay then good,” he said before putting his hand in the circle. We all looked to Ben for him to join in cause he’s a part of our group. For a nice second everything was fine til a loud thunderous sound filled the room. Green smoke was coming in and Maleficent appeared in front of everyone. Mal told her to go away but she didn’t listen. Mal threw the want to the fairy godmother who tried to use it on Malificant but she was too slow. Everyone in the room froze except for the five of us. Maleficent took Ben’s ring off of Mal’s finger and told her love was stupid. Mal told her how she didn’t want to be like her.

“Love is not weak or ridiculous, it's actually really really amazing,” Mal cried.

Mal took the want from her mother and jay tried to take the staff but he was unsuccessful. Maleficent then turned into her dragon form. Evie tried to use her mirror to blind the Beast. Mal pushed us all behind her and started chanting, “ the strength of evil is good as none when stands before five hearts as one.” She kept repeating it and repeating it til her mother turned from a dragon to a lizard. Shrinking to the size of love in her heart. Mal gave fairy godmother her wand and Mal got her ring back. Fairy un froze everyone. Mal went to talk to Jane and fairy to try to lessen the punishment you needed to talk to ben.

“Ben,” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Is there any way I can get a letter to the isle? I need to explain this to someone. I need him to know why I’m staying,” you asked.

“I'll see what I can do,” he replied.

You wrapped your arm around him and next to him was Evie then Carlos then jay. A guard put a glass container over Malificant to keep her from escaping. Mal came over to you and placed her arm around you.

“You will be okay,” she whispered in your ear knowing how sad you are about leaving a certain someone behind.

“Thanks.”

For the first time in forever, you didn’t have to worry about your mother's anger or her episodes where she locked you up. Never again were you going to lock away. Never again were you going to be trapped. You were free. But with that freedom, you lost the only person who made you feel special, unique.

#harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #descendants imagine

[ssadumba55]

Harry Hook and LaBouff!Sparrow! Reader Headcanons

Request: Heyy, idk if you take crossovers but if you do could you do being Charlotte La Bouffs (Princess and the Frog) and Jack Sparrows (Pirates of the Caribbean) kid and dating Harry Hook (descendants) headcanons? (If you don't take crossovers please just ignore this 😭😭😭😭)

You were lucky enough to have not grown up on the Isle, both of your parents were considered heroes in their own right and so you were raised in Auradon

But even so, you weren't a student of Auradon Prep. As much as your mother thought it was a good idea for you to get used to spending time with other children like you, your father thought it a waste of time

You were raised on the Black Pearl mostly, learning how she worked, how she operated, and sometimes if she could convince your father to give the ship a rest, your mother would homeschool you in other things

Still, even despite living a somewhat sheltered life, you were still able to make friends. Tiana and Naveen's child (which I'm sure they have even though it's annoyingly not canon!) would definitely be your closest friend

But besides them, you'd also be friends with a lot of students from Auradon Prep, including the VK's

Your father is morally questionable and as a result, you tend to spend time with people mostly because you see a gain in it for you (like he taught you), so anyone you deem to be worthy or interesting for whatever reason you would hang around, regardless of where they're from

These friends are of course how you meet Harry Hook and the two of you hit it off swimmingly.

The two of you bond over being pirates, a shared love of the sea and growing up isolated from the rest of the world, no matter how many friends you both had in your respective places

It's unsurprising that the two of you eventually end up together, everyone sees it coming. Harry is a huge flirt and he would totally make the first move.

Your relationship would be a lot of dodging your parents and spending as much time as possible together though

He may be ready to stand up for himself but Harry Hook still would never mess with your dad (nobody on the open seas would) and so keeping quiet about the relationship is probably the only way to keep him safe for now

Spending time out on the ocean together, doing whatever. Steering a ship, swimming, fishing, hanging out. The ocean is both of your safe space, a mutual place where you both feel at ease

When you're away from your parents, you two are definitely PDA fiends. Especially Harry. You can't tell me he wouldn't be super proud to show you off to everyone he meets

Stealing his hat and wearing it as your own, you've always wanted a pirate hat and now you can just steal your boyfriends!!!

And yeah, when your father and mother finally find out there are mixed reactions

Your mother is excited you've found someone to love, regardless of who it is

Your father is suspicious of him, and no matter how many times you try and convince him to give Harry a chance he still gives him hassle

Despite everything though, Harry would definitely treat you right. Sure, he's a little bit of a flirt and he has some odd quirks but dating him is always an adventure and spending time with him never gets old. He would do anything for you

#disney imagine #disney headcanons #descendants imagine #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #harry hook headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral imagine

[descendantofthesparrow]

POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue

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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.

It had been three months already.

Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.

Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.

Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.

But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.

It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.

“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.

“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.

“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.

“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.

Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.

It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).

Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.

“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.

“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.

“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.

It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.

-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-

Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.

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[anna1306]

4/13

Fiery pet

Harry Hook/Reader (child of Hades)

He was trying not to be awkward. And he was bad at pretending.

Harry was pretty confident person. He never questioned his decisions (maybe of his first kiss, but that was long ago and he preferred not to think about it). He was sure he wanted to be a part of Uma crew. Was sure that Gil and him would be best friends forever. Was sure that Mal and her little team wasn't worthy of all the attention and luxury they was in. Was sure that you loved him as much as he loved you.

But Harry never really visited your house. He wasn't afraid of your dad, as he lived separately, and he wasn't afraid of your mom, as she was from outside of the Isle. But still...

You and him met not so long ago, but already formed pretty strong bond. You loved his boldness and braveness, he was in awe when you were all soft for him, but fierce and almost rude to others. You were like flame, calm at times, but devastating if needed. And even if you had a lot of problems, he was ready to walk the road of solving them together with you. However sappy that sounded.

When you had your dates, you were either somewhere on the Isle, causing troubles or just walking when noone would see you, or on the ship, in his cabin. So for him an invitation to your place was huge, however creepy your home seemed to be. Your house and room were gloomy. Closed windows, dark walls. He knew you were there or at least on your way home, as you discussed his visit for a time now. But still Harry felt uneasy. Visibly he looked calm and even behaved very freely - swinging his hook and humming some tune, walking around. But he felt tensed by all this dark atmosphere.

That was when he heard some growl. Wait, growl? Hook looked around but couldn't see anyone. You told something about having a pet, but didn't tell anything about what it was. And to think he liked your mysteriousness... It was surprising you even had a pet, considering where you lived. Probably the pet was as strong as you.

"Y/N? Your heap of clothes is growling..." He really hoped you were in here somewhere. But apparently he was one on one with the beast. At least Hook thought so when he didn't get any respond from you in a minute. Maybe you were still on your way home. Harry walked to the heap, carefully touching it with his foot. He wasn't coward, but he didn't want to repeat his father's fate. "The hell is hiding- Freaking hell!"

Harry jumped away from the clothes, when something snapped near his leg. Hook quickly stumbled back, even going so far as to jump on your bed. Because he saw yellow, almost glowing eyes in the dark room and... Scales. Irony.

"What is going on?" Your voice sounded like a saving from this monster on the floor and yet Harry didn't move from his position.

"Get that thing away from me!" He pointed at the lizard on the floor, big enough to eat his hand whole. You giggled at this.

"Oooh, are you afraid of little old Ember? It doesn't bite." You turned on the lamp near your bed, so Harry could see a little better. There was red lizard on the floor, big, with claws and yellow eyes, burning holes in Harry with its stare.

"Yes, it does! It can eat my whole hand! You have a fucking crocodile!" You smiled at your distressed boyfriend and bent down to pet Ember on the head.

"It's not a crocodile, it's a salamander." Ember closed its eyes from pleasure and breathed out a smoke. You felt its scales getting warmer from the affection. "Just a cute little salamander, that's all."

"Little?! LITTLE?! It nearly bit my foot away!!!"

"You just scared it." You were amused by the whole ordeal, petting the salamander to the point where it puffed some smoke and little flames on the floor.

"What was that..." Harry's voice fell down and sounded not panicking now, but almost empty.

"Salamanders are fire creatures, they can breath a little fire and..."

"YOU HAVE A FUCKING DRAGON?!" Hearing Harry's scream made Ember hiss and growl at the boy, spitting some fire in his direction. He screeched. You sighed at this. However entertaining it was - watching your boyfriend freak out like this, your heart still yearned to comfort him. You carefully took Ember in your arms and went to put it in other room.

"I didn't thought you were that scared. Sorry." You returned to him with apologetic smile. Harry, now down from your bed to the floor, scoffed.

"I am not scared!" He said in the most brave tone he could. "Just... Tensed up a bit."

"Yeah, that's why you jumped on my bed in your dirty boots?" You asked with a smirk. Harry coughed and motioned to the room you used as kitchen.

"Can you make something for me to drink? I'm thirsty." You nodded, and while you were turning away, Hook carefully swiped away some of the dirt on the floor, thinking you wouldn't notice. You noticed. It was sweet. But you wouldn't tell him that.

***

"Now that's making sense. Your father gifted you that thing..." He sat at your table, glass of water in his hand. You would make him something more fresh if... The conditions and products were different.

"Kinda. It was more like father and mother gift." You shrugged, placing a plate with fish on the table. Of course it wasn't the best dish out there, but with limited items on the Isle you still managed to put together the tastiest dish there was - in Harry's opinion. Uma joked that he would eat the poison if it was from you.

"I thought your mother was on..." He waved his hand around, as if trying to remember the name of the place.

"Olympus, yes. But it was discussed before our lockdown here and dad brought an egg here with him, so it would hatch when "I would be ready for a pet". Ember is with me for... Five years I think... Or six maybe..."

"Five, six, ten... All sounds to me like a great amount of time."

"Ah, I forgot that you can't count." You smirked at him, drinking from your glass smugly. He was silent for a minute, watching you.

"I can count how many times I can make you scream..." His sly smirk was matching yours, and you blushed a bit at his words, but didn't back down.

"Yeah, because the number is little." He kicked your leg under the table, making you laugh. For couple of minutes you ate in silence, both in your own thoughts. He was really scared back than, and you laughed at him. Maybe you shouldn't have? After all it was his feelings. And you just laughed it off, telling him he was scared and too sensitive, while knowing how difficult it was for him to admit his feelings and weaknesses.

You glanced at Harry, who ate the fish, holding it in his hands, hook laying near him. Could he leave you because of that? No, of course not. He loved you, he told you himself. Even if love was rare on the Isle, he didn't lie to you about that, right? The doubts and thoughts were clouding your mind.

"I'm sorry." You blurted out before thinking. Harry looked at you puzzled. If you started to speak, it was better to continue. "I laughed at you and I shouldn't have. Sorry about that. You aren't angry, are you?"

"What are you talking about?" He scoffed, but then noticed the serious look in your eyes. "Are you again in your thoughts? I told you it was bad for you to think about how you can do anything wrong!"

"I know. It's just..." You sighed. "I know about your father's story with reptiles. And I know Ember is hostile to the newcomers. I should have known you both would be scared of each other. And I didn't warn you. Instead I laughed it off and called you out on being scared. I didn't mean to, I..." His hands on your shoulders broke your mumbling. You looked up at him, understanding you were too gone in your rambling to notice he was already near you.

"I won't leave you just because that was unexpected. I won't go like your mom or hide like your goddamn dad."

"Blasphemy..." You mumbled. He laughed at this.

"You are the only god-creature I know and care about. So..."

"Shut it, you, flatterer..." You smacked him on the shoulder, but instantly pulled him for a hug. He was loyal to you and loved you. That much you knew. And that much you cared about. He would never leave you, you and his crew were his top priorities. He understood your doubts and was the only one who could make them go away. You definitely made the right choice.

"I just love you. And... If you have any of your father's alcohol magic drink, I am ready to try and meet Ember or whatever their name was again." You laughed at this, letting him go.

"It's called ouzo. I told you this three times already."

"I can't count, remember?" He raised his hands, letting you stand up and reach for the top shelf, where you hid what you had stolen from your father. Suddenly Hook laughed. "You know what could be more hilarious? Your dad gifting you a pup of Cerberus."

"Shit, that would be great!" You laughed, giving the bottle to the pirate. "I bet De Vil would run from it to his little friends faster than wind!"

"Well, your Ember can burn their little shelter while they are away." Harry took the bottle, pouring some into your glasses. You froze and grasped his hand.

"I know what we would do after you befriend Ember." You smirked at him. He looked at you and laughed. Harry loved when you got all down for his ideas. Even if it included your monster of a pet. Maybe you should even get some 'fiery' time alone before the fire show.

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[impishtubist]

Divorced-dads-to-lovers Prongsfoot AU where Sirius and James meet again at Harry’s wedding years after their divorce and get back together WHEN

#imagine the shenanigans #harry hoping his dads don't kill each other #remus and lily running interference trying to keep them apart #minister of magic kingsley shacklebolt hoping they don't commit too many crimes #james and sirius trying to one-up each other the whole time #sirius brings kingsley as his hot date and james brings gideon #kingsley and gideon hook up in a closet #james and sirius being angry that the other has gotten only HOTTER with age #how dare he #at one point both of them fall into a pool #idk why #there's definitely at least one screaming match #but then they are snogging by the end of the night #sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot

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thinking of writing some descendants imagines so if there’s anyone you’d really like to see lmk! i’m thinking of some harry hook and maybe headcanons for the main cast!

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[heliads]

Hey babe, if you're still taking requests, can I request something for Harry Hook from descendants? It takes place in an AU where basically all the kids are "chosen" to be parts of fairytales. (Think Ever After High mixed with School for Good and Evil). This world is complete with everything you see in disney movies with epic fights and songs. Heroes get love ballads and villains get traditional villain songs. Reader and Harry are friends (with feelings) on the isle and get chosen for a story, and are both super excited because they think they'll both be villains together. So imagine their surprise when they get their first song together and it sounds an awful lot like a love song.

This AU has been living in my head for a long time tbh but I have no writing skills T-T. Feel free to ignore it this is not your style or I accidentally sent this after requests closed.

'one story leads to another' - harry hook

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On the Isle of the Lost, a story is everything. Receiving a good story catapults a promising villain into a fantastic life of infamy, but a lackluster story seals your fate forever to menial satisfaction alone. Henchmen, not gods. Lackeys and thugs, never the criminal boss in charge.

Then again, a worse fate still could befall you. Many would-be villains go their whole lives without receiving a story. They’re not meant for everyone, at all, even if they mean the difference between a true life or a false existence. You can’t fathom training your whole life just to go without, but it’s the reality for many on your island. Even the deck swabbers get to go on exciting adventures with the great pirates of the sea, and even the lowliest prison guard will still live in a cursed palace.

The story controls your life, both literally and figuratively. Once you’re given a story, you’ll have no choice but to follow it out, even if it ends with your death. Then again, a story isn’t over in a matter of days. It’ll shape your life for decades. Even if the main plot is over, you’ll still be someone, and maybe you’ll feature in other people’s stories, too. There’s no way to make it without a story.

That’s why you’ve been throwing yourself into the pursuit of becoming the main character of your own story. You’ve perfected the arts of all things villain– sword fights that always end with you pulling a secret dagger out of a sleeve to tip the scales in your favor, maniacal laughter, elaborate plotting. You could scheme in your sleep or double-cross a traitor with your hands tied behind your back. Although it’s been a long time in the making, everyone on the Isle can admit that you’re the best of the best, and that a story surely has to be coming your way.

The problem, then, is attracting one. Although no rules are set in stone, there are expectations for how one’s story will come about. There will be an inciting event, of course, and then the songs will begin to appear in your head, the footwork and movements placed in your memories without a second thought. You’ll know you’re in the story, and then your life will change forever.

You’ve already seen one play out with some of your closest friends. Mal, one of your best friends since you were kids, got to live out her nefarious dreams, although even she didn’t see the twist coming in her story. Then again, becoming queen of Auradon is certainly a fine trophy for the child of a villain, even if a true marriage of love isn’t quite the way anyone expected her to steal the crown.

Mal has assured you many times over that your story will be coming too, it has to. There’s no way the magic would skip over you, not when you’ve dedicated so much of your life to being the perfect villain for any role. You can lie and cheat and maim with the best of them, surely you’re shaping up to be the arch nemesis in some hero’s grand journey? Your story will be coming your way. Surely. Surely.

And then, all of a sudden, it does. You feel it like a puppet knows its strings. All of a sudden, you have a purpose that you didn’t before. Your feet carry you out of the training yard and out into the sprawling mess of streets that makes up the Isle of the Lost. Your heart soars, and you take to the roofline, staring out at the world before you. It’s yours, all yours, and you know it’s true, so you sing it. The words come to you in a flash, perfect rhymes curling around your tongue as if they’d been there all your life. 

This is what it feels like to be in a story, then. It feels right, more right than anything you’ve known before. Easier than breathing. Simpler than hoping that something like this would come your way, and at last, it has. Nothing could make your flinty heart more proud.

The song ends, and you can hear a ghost of a distant chorus fading out as you make your way back to the ground once more. Your stroll is casual, but the steps are definitely in a specific direction. The last notes fade from the air, your feet stop firmly in place, and you realize that you’re not facing down a potential heist or daring escape but the end of the dock leading into the sea. Directly in front of you lies a pirate ship. 

At first, you’re thrilled– an adventure on the high seas would be fantastic. You’re friends with many of the pirates, even if you haven’t yet gotten a chance to test your fortitude against seasickness before. You cast your mind back to the words you’d just sung, trying to remember if you’d chorused anything about an exciting voyage ahead, or maybe the possibility of sunken treasure.

Instead, your heart sinks as you realize you were talking about exploring what was right in front of you. More specifically, someone right in front of you. And, as you stare with no small amount of trepidation at the pirate ship in front of you, you discover that someone else seems to be in a similar situation as you. Someone who’s just stopped singing a very similar song, who’s standing directly opposite you as if placed there by some immortal hand. Someone you know already.

Someone like Harry Hook.

A belated understanding is beginning to nestle itself between your ribs like a knife in the heart. No, this can’t be. You refuse to believe it. Still, when Harry is the first one to make a move, and walks briskly down the gangplank to stand in front of you, and says in an increasingly cavalier tone, “So, you’ve got your story started too, haven’t you?”

“Harry,” you say weakly. “I didn’t realize that you’d also gotten a song.”

“More than a song,” he says grimly. “I’ve got the whole story.”

You stare at him. “You know how it’s going to end?”

Harry had been doing his best to keep his gaze firmly pinioned on a nearby wall, but his eyes flicker briefly, traitorously, over to you when you pose the question. They snap back immediately, though. For a pirate, he’s never been the best liar, although he tends to make up for it with excellent swordsmanship. “No one knows how their story is going to end until they follow it through.”

You narrow your eyes crossly at him. “But you have a guess, don’t you? Spit it out, Hook. I don’t have all day.”

“Actually,” Harry contradicts, seeming to take great joy in the opportunity to be bothersome, “you do have all day. You’re a part of a story now, love. Your whole life is going to be wherever the wind takes you.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks, Harry. Very helpful. Don’t try to dodge the question, though. You know how this is going to end, right?”

He sighs. “I have an inkling. Very vague. Probably untrustworthy.”

“All pirates are untrustworthy,” you remind him.

He grins broadly, sharklike. “And all children of villains are saints like you, of course.” He groans at your exasperated expression. “Fine, fine. Although I’d suggest you get better at pretending you like playing my little games if you’d like to keep this up.”

Your eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve guessed it already, haven’t you?” Harry says testily. “Think about the songs, Y/N. The melody. That wasn’t a villainous monologue, not even your basic pledge for debauchery and ruin. That was a love song.”

You shake your head frantically. “No, Harry. That was so not right. What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well,” Harry says slowly, “I ‘spose it means we’re meant to fall in love.”

You draw back so quickly that you think you’ve insulted him. “No. Absolutely not. No offense, Harry, but I don’t want to fall in love with you.”

“I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” he says dryly.

You wave a hand dismissively. “It’s not about you, I swear. It’s just– this was supposed to be my story, you know? My whole life. I was supposed to have a glorious adventure, or engage in fantastic battles, but I get one chance at a story and it’s about falling in love? No way. I won’t accept this.”

“You’re acting like I enjoy this too,” Harry retorts. “Quite the contrary, sweetheart. You’re not the only one who’s been dreaming about their story for ages. How do you reckon I’m meant to tell my father that I got a love story? He’d laugh at me so hard he’d probably stop getting scared of that crocodile once and for all. I’m just as unhappy with this as you are, but I’m willing to do something about it.”

You eye him cautiously. “Like what?”

“Let’s play along,” he suggests, and when you look like you’re going to snap at him, he raises his hands defensively and adds hastily, “I know, I know, but hear me out, will you? The faster we get things going, the sooner this ends. You know as well as I do that characters from other stories can take part in other ones, too. ‘Sides, maybe this one isn’t just a love story. Maybe we do travel somewhere exciting, we just don’t know it yet. You don’t have to fall in love with me, alright? We can pretend. We’ll sing our songs, then do whatever we want with our hearts. Me, I’m planning to show my strength by carving mine out of my chest and wearing it as a necklace. It would make a pretty pendant, I wager. Plus, all the crew would be awestruck over it.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words. “Harry, if you cut your heart out, you’d die. If you want a necklace like that, use one of your enemies’ organs.”

He nods appreciatively. “That might work better, I think.” Then, eyeing you apprehensively, “So, does that mean you’re willing to do it? To play along with our story?”

You sigh. “I think it does. It’s not like we have any choice, do we?”

Harry pulls a face. “A girl is cosmically destined to fall in love with me, and in the heat of the moment of her confession, she says it’s because she doesn’t have any choice. Be still, my heart.”

This makes you smile. “You know it’s not personal, Harry. We’ve been friends for ages, I should hope you know when I’m teasing.”

“And I should hope the same,” he says with mock solemnity, although his faux stony demeanor cracks with a wide grin within moments.

You hold out your hand for him to shake. “To falling in love?”

“To falling in love,” he says, and shakes it. So the story begins.

You’re not going to say that it’s difficult, pretending to be in love with Harry Hook. You’ve never had an issue with his company; he’s one of your oldest friends, all of the villain kids on or around the Isle of the Lost have come in contact with each other before, and you and Harry just so happened to cross paths more than a few times. In fact, you’d go so far as to say that if you were forced to sing love songs with any of the villainous children on this island, Harry would be your preferred choice.

And– the problem with that, see, is that it makes this whole thing sound like something it isn’t. You’re not in love with Harry, even if your story seems designed to make you think otherwise. You know how you felt about him before the story began, and a couple of ditties about finding something special in a person you previously overlooked isn’t going to change anything. Harry is your friend. Nothing more than a potential ally.

But then the story takes you two away from the island for a spell, the two of you co-captaining a small sailing vessel by yourselves in search of a magical talisman that would have the power to make every one of your days enchanting. You had assumed it would be a talisman of some sort, that is; yet when the two of you arrived at the hiding place of this supposed treasure and split up to each pursue one length of a split crossroads, your paths looped around so you came face to face with each other again. 

No artifacts, no charms. Just Harry almost stumbling into you, having to wrap one arm around your waist so you don’t fall, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he’d been running in an attempt to beat your time. You’d chastise him for it were it not for the fact that you were sprinting, too. You wait for Harry to let you go, but he doesn’t, and instead leans closer, so close you can feel his breath hot on your cheek, and then–

You pull away quickly. Harry looks at you like a wounded dog, which makes you feel sick to your stomach. “No,” you say through gritted teeth. “This isn’t– this isn’t us. It’s the story.”

“Is it really just the story?” Harry asks you.

“Yes,” you say, refusing to consider any other option for a second. “You didn’t love me before it started. The magic is messing with our minds. This isn’t real, Harry.”

He starts slowly walking towards you, and afraid you’ll make a mistake you’ll regret once the story ends, you back up in turn, up until the point when your back hits a wall and you can go no further. Harry, however, has nothing in his way but you, and there is nothing to stop him from closing the gap between you once again.

“Tell me it’s not real,” he says lowly.

“It’s not real,” you repeat.

His hand rises to your chin, tilting it up so you have to look in his eyes. He drinks in the sight of you like he’s been marooned alone for days, like salt water has been his only benediction for as long as he can remember. “Tell me,” he says again.

“It’s not,” you insist, but your conviction is gone, drifted away from you on uncertain tides. “It’s the magic. Not us.”

“Not us?” He asks, and kisses you. Slowly, terribly slowly, he kisses you, and in between silently begging him to move faster, do more, you think about all the times you’ve been under a spell in the past, and how this feels nothing like that. Not at all. Whenever you’re under an enchantment, some small part of you knows it’s wrong, giving you just enough hope that you might be able to fight free.

When you kiss Harry, though, you don’t want him to stop. Not at all. Every single particle in your body is beating along to the same erratic pulse through your veins, the one that leans into his touch, reaching for the front of his salt-stained shirt to pull him ever closer to you. If this is your story, you don’t ever want it to end. If there is a writer out there somewhere, feverishly scribbling out your chapters, you hope they never cease, that every one of their movements until the day they die and then past that will bring you more moments with Harry, moments just like this one in which you never have to let him go.

“It’s not just the story,” you tell him amidst ragged breaths when he finally breaks away.

“No?” Harry asks, one brow quirked. Usually, he’d never pass up the chance to gloat, but he looks sorely disheveled, and he can’t take his eyes off of your kissed lips long enough to give him the chance to revel in his victory like he normally would.

Just in case, though, you distract him from the triumph by kissing him again. Somewhere in the surrounding uncharted territory, the waves crash against the shore, the seabirds wheel and sing on the marine breezes, and you find the magic in the one boy who has always been there for you, and always will be, even after your story ends. That is the magic of love, you suppose. Adventures come to a close. Battles are won, heists are accomplished, but what you and Harry share will go on forever. A fitting legacy for the best two villains who ever lived.

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[princessbettina]

"You Deserve It, Lovey"- Harry Hook x Fem!Reader

Summary: Today is Harry's birthday and you want to make it one of the bestest and funnest days ever for your pirate boyfriend. (This is dedicated to Thomas himself as it is his birthday today-April 21st- I really wanted to write something special for him on his very special day because he means the world to me and I love him so much. I hope you all enjoy♡)

Warnings: None- fluffy to core! I Apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

"Wake up, my love! Rise and shine, handsome!" You squealed softly as you playfully shook your pirate boyfriend to awake from his slumber.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled instantly at the sight of you. He knew what today was, and thought it was incredibly heartwarming how excited you were to celebrate with him.

"Aww, I'm up, I'm up, beautiful. Can't the birthday boy get at least five more minutes of sleep?" Harry asked playfully as he chuckled softly. You continued to smile and giggle more at him. Shaking your head as Harry gently pulled you close to him, you laid down next to him as he burried his head in your chest while he planted soft kisses against your smooth and soft skin.

You giggled while blushing as you always enjoyed it when he gave you kisses any where on your body. "It's adorable that the birthday boy wants to sleep more, but you may miss out on what the outside world has in store for you, lovey." You gently caressed his face as he blushed in your touch.

"You're too cute, my love. I love seeing you excited about my birthday". Harry chirped as he gently rested his hand atop of yours, "Don't worry, the day is still young and we'll have the best day ever together, I promise my bonnie lass."

Smiling and nodding your head, you gently kissed the tip of his nose before sitting up in the bed and scooting off the bed, standing up and glancing down at your pirate boyfriend as he still laid down comfy cozy in bed. "I will be making you a special birthday breakfast for you, your favorite lovey! I'll see you down there!" You winked at him as Harry fully sat up in bed with a bright smile on his face after you mentioned breakfast.

"You're the best, my love." Harry smirked at you before blowing you a kiss. You caught it and then waved at him as you then made your way out of the room and down to the kitchen to start cooking and making his birthday breakfast.

It was a little bit later when you had just finished baking everything when your pirate boyfriend greeted you. The both of you smiled brightly at each other when you saw him take a seat at the table near the kitchen. "Just in time. Your birthday breakfast awaits you my love." You winked at him as he smiled before sitting down fully.

You brought over two plates of food over to the table as you sat down at the table with him. "Here you are, lovey! Your favorite breakfast food for your special day. I hope you enjoy."

"Aww you made my favorite breakfast? Thank you so much, darling." Harry smiled as he quickly kissed your cheek before digging into his food, as did you with a bright smile and a tint of blush appeared on both of your faces.

The rest of the day was spent taking Harry around town and enjoying being outdoors and with each other's company. You two window shopped while walking hand in hand, stopped for an ice cold lemonade and a bakery treat of his choosing for Harry in your favorite local cafe, and even listened to live music from a sound stage of a band that happened to be playing out for the public as part of a local fair.

As you and Harry were continuing your walk together, you saw a beautiful flower bouquet in a flower store that looked perfect for your pirate boyfriend.

"I just remembered, I need to quickly buy something in here for a moment, my love. You're more than welcome to come in if you'd like." You smiled up at him as did he too.

Harry nodded in agreement and said he join you in the store as you two walked in hand in hand together, the strong scent of fresh flowers hitting your noses.

With in a few moments, you had found the perfect boquet set that you knew Harry would love. A bright red set of roses and tulips with a dash of yellow daisies and dandilons in the center of the bouquet.

You tried your best to hide the flowers until you bought them for him to not give away the surprise. Once you bought the beautiful flowers, Harry and you walked out of the store and joined hand in hand again.

Hiding the bouquet behind your back shortly before revealing them in front of yourself and to Harry. You gently reached out for his hand as he stopped in your path. "Happy birthday, Har-Bear. These are for you. I really hope you like them." You smiled up at him. His widened in awe as he gently took hold of the flowers,

"Aww thank you so much, beautiful. I love them. They are perfect, just like you." Harry winked at you, causing you to giggle and blush. He wrapped his arms around you for a hug which made your heart flutter.

"I am over the moon happy you like them, my love." You kissed his cheek as he blushed at your touch. Harry held your hand again and you two continued the birthday adventure and surprises for him.

"Let's continue your birthday surprises, Har-bear, shall we?" You playfully asked him as he chuckled and nodded his head,

"We shall, darling. I can't wait." Harry winked at you once more as you two continued to walk together.

The festivites rolled on when you took Harry to the Color Factory, an interactive exbhibt in museum form where anyone is free to play and take photos. You knew Harry would like it.

And he did. He loved it from the very moment you two walked hand in hand through the entrance and got to walk through all the different colorful rooms that contained different activites from the other.

When the both of you walked into another room, Harry stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes from excitment when he saw the huge ballpit with a minuture slide that connected in the corner.

"No way this is real, lass?" A bright smile appeared on his face as Harry glanced over at you and then back on the ballpit. You nodded your head and smiled brightly too,

"Yes way! Go on and enjoy it. Happy birthday, my love."

"Ugh I love you, lass!" Said Harry before quickly diving into the ballpit and gently dragging you alongside with him into the pit. You squealed and laughed as soon as you came back up.

"I'm beyond happy you like it here, Har-bear." You winked at Harry as his pearly smile grew. "This place is incredible, love. I have never been anywhere like it before." He stated as he moved in closer to you, reaching to hold both of your hands as you looked up at him with a blushy smile,

"It's more incredible that I get to be here with you today. You're the incredible one, darling." Said Harry as he slowly started to lean towards you as you kept on blushing and smiling as your heart fluttered in your chest.

"You desereve it, lovey." You softly replied before Harry's lips met atop of yours. You both closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying this romantic bliss.

Harry's hands gently rested on top of your shoulders and cheeks as the kiss deepend for a few more seconds. Your hands were wrapped around his neck as your fingers gently ran through his hair, before pulling away from your lips.

Seconds later, you quickly bent down to gently splash a few of the balls onto Harry as if it were like water at the beach, giggling and squealing softly as he started to splash you too. "Hey lass, are my kisses like candy to you or something? You almost always act like that after I do, and I find it adorable." Asked Harry as he raised his eyebrow while giggling softly.

You flushed after hearing his question. Nodding your head in agreement with Harry, "Yes, yours definitely taste like candy. My favorite candy are your kisses if you can believe that." You said, giggling and blushing more.

"Aww, well then what are you waiting for? Here comes your free all you can eat candy, darling!" Harry chirped before lunging at you as he saw you were playfully trying to run away from him out of the ballpit.

Doing that was one of your favorite things as it always sent an adrenline rush to both you. You squealed again when Harry caught you, sending you both back down into the deep dark underwater like ways of the pit, as you both laughed when returning back up to the surface.

Before you two left the musuem, You saw there was an ice cream shop close to the exit. You knew just how much Harry loves his ice cream. You'd be a fool to not have him have one of his favorite treats on his special day.

"Here we are! For you. Happy birthday, cutie pie." You said as you handed him the ice cream sundae that you and him shared together.

Harry's smile was child-like which was absolutely adorable to you. He held the ice cream treat in his hands while giving you a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you so much, deary!" Said Harry as he winked down and smiled at you once more before you two ate the yummy treat together.

As day turned into night, the last stop on your birthday surprises for your handsome pirate king, you had arrived at the beach and it was right down the street from your apartment.

You and Harry walked hand in hand as you both were slowly reaching your surprise spot on the beach. Before you got there, you stopped walking as did Harry, looking down at you while raising his eyebrow. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked softly.

"Yes, everything is perfect. Can you please close your eyes for me, love? I would cover them myself but I'm clearly a tad bit shorter than you and I wouldn't want to make the rest of the walk a challenge for you." You giggled nervously, rubbing the back side of your neck, hoping Harry would find what you said cute.

"You're adorable, darling. I knew what you meant and of course, anything my sea princess." Wink Harry before he chuckled while closing his eyes.

You of course giggled as the blush reappeared on your face again as you then took hold of his hand and led him to the spot along the beach just for the two of you.

When you had arrived at the beach spot, you stopped walking and helped Harry stop walking as well while giggling for a moment. "Here we are. You may now open your eyes, Har-Bear." You announced while glancing at him, awaiting to see his reaction. Love and admiration filling your eyes.

The moment Harry opened his eyes and saw what was in front of him, a big bright smile was painted atop of his lips.

His bright blue ocean like eyes beamed with delight as they looked into your eyes with such happiness and love. Without warning, Harry pulled you close to him in his arms as he hugged you and kissed your check. You hugged him back. Your heart couldn't stop fluttering from happiness.

"I present to you a beautiful decorated, yummy, and romantic candlelit beach side picnic for you of your favorite foods. Happy birthday, lovey!" You said with a bright smile as you looked up at Harry and motioned to the picnic.

Harry was in awe,"Thank you darling. You pulled out all the lovely stops for me, haven't you, lass?" He asked you softly, you still gently wrapped around his arms. His voice purring like a kitten.

You nodded your head, booping his nose. "You better believe I did, lovey. I know you didn't get to celebrate it much growing up and now you do and I wanted to make this one just as special because I love you so so much."

"How did get so blessed to be with an angel like you, my love? Thank you so much, beautiful. It means the world to me that you did all this for me today. I love you so much." Said Harry, planting a kiss a top of your hair while hugging you some more, causing you to just smile as your face burried beneath his chest for a moment or two.

"I'll do anything to see my handsome king be and feel happy anyday. Now, are you ready for some yummy food, my love?" You winked at him with a smirk on your face before you two laughed softly and proceeded to walk and sit down next to the candlelit picnic setting spread out on the patch of sand on the ground.

You two were in for a treat... literally

As you and Harry had finished eating all of the yummy and scrumptious foods at your picnic, you knew what it was time for now and it made your heart beam with excitement even more just thinking about it.

When Harry wasn't looking, that is when you quickly turned to the side and grabbed hold of a bag that you had placed with along with the picnic setup. You gently put the bag in front of you, smiling over at Harry, hopping he'd notice your excitement.

That is exactly what happened. "Okay my love, here is your present. I really think you're going to like it." You chirped with a bright smile. Harry also had a bright smile on his face too, before playfully smirking at you.

"Aww my love, what did you get me when you've already given me the best day ever today?" Harry asked in a playful manner, causing your heart to beam from all the cuteness coming from him.

"Aww well you'll have to open it up for yourself to see, cutie pie." You quickly replied, sending him a wink as he giggled and then began to open the bag. You watched with excitment.

Seconds later as Harry saw what his gift was, his eyes widened and his mouth fell agape as he looked up at you. You knew he'd love and be so thrilled for what you got him. A big smile grew on your face as you watched his reaction.

"My love! You got me my dream guitar? The one that we saw in the store together a few months ago? This is beyond incredible. Thank you so much, my beautiful lass." Harry beamed with excitment as he admired the guitar in his hands for a moment before putting it down and leaned towards you, hovering over just a bit as he began to shower you with kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle and blush.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, lass. This day and being here with you is truly the best birthday and best present I could've ever ask for. I love you the most!" Said Harry in between the kisses and your skin.

"Anything for you, Har-Bear. I knew how much you'd been wanting it. Happy birthday, my love. You deserve it." You replied as you kissed his cheek as he blushed.

Harry then smiled down at you as you were starting to get lost in his beautiful ocean eyes. You giggled for a moment while raising an eyebrow up at him playfully.

"What's up, lovey?"

"Is it too late for a birthday kiss, darling?" Harry chuckled before blushing himself again. You couldn't help but giggle. You nodded your head and began to aim for his lips,

"Of course! Anything for the birthday boy." You winked at him before closing the gap on his lips with yours gently on top of his, entering another moment of romantic bliss.

- The End

Happiest birthday wishes go out to the loml Thomas again!!! I really hope he has a great birthday today and day in general. I love him to infinity. He deserves all the love and positivity in the world. I hope you all enjoyed the read and I will see you in the next one <3

#thomas doherty #harry hook #harry hook fanfiction #harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #fanfiction #birthday

[chiefdirector]

I saw that you wrote for Descendants so I was wondering if I could request something? May I request being Charlotte La Bouffs daughter and dating Harry Hook headcanons please??

Imagine being Charlotte La Bouffs daughter and dating Harry Hook...

You would meet when he, Gil and Uma came over to Auradon when the sleeping curse took hold of everyone

You were with Mal when she went to the isle initially so you weren't affected

At first, you tried to ignore the three of them, focussed on saving your friends but Harry is nothing but persistent

He tried to woo you with lame pick up lines such as:

"Remember me? Oh, that's right, I've only met you in my dreams."

“Any chance you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen!”

and don't forget the infamous

“Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?”

He was shocked that you were not responding to any of them, he was so used to getting with the girls he sought after but your mother, and Auntie Tiana, had taught you better.

They had always said that you should not lower yourself for a suitor, they should rise to your level

and Harry had a lot of rising to do

But eventually, much to his joy, he finally won you over and took you on a date

More so, he planned a picnic and got lost so you ended up showing him around Auradon.

The next time you hung out was on the schools ground to save the trouble for a second time.

Harry is very clingy, he didn't have a lot growing up so he like to keep you close

this also makes him very protective of you

He doesn't want to lose the first thing that has ever gone in his favour

However if Uma and Gil don't like, or tolerate even, you, it is a deal breaker for him

His crew are for-lifers

it also takes a while for him to be vulnerable with you as he was so used to protecting him and his sisters, the poor boy barely knew how to relax

after he is more comfortable he is so cuddly

Like to the point he tries to skip classes to cuddle instead

He likes it when you get dolled up for a party with some makeup hack your mother taught you; he also likes it when your hair is messy and you have no makeup on at all.

Speaking of your mother...

she is hesitant of Harry at first, but then she sees the way he looks at you and realises that he loves you so much

and that is all she ever wanted for you - to find your happily ever after.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

#chiefdirector #harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #headcanon #descendants #disney descendants #request #anonymous

[humaforever]

"And you my little duckling, are ravenous"

-Thomas Doherty at the D3 table read apparently

#theres a story behind this #he told it on an Instagram live #i laugh every time I see that part in the movie because of this #because imagine if that were the line #it'd be so good #ravenous #harry hook #thomas doherty

[stanger-things]

I’m on a wank roll today.

Why should we ship Will with some random possible potential love interest that doesn’t exist as opposed to shipping him with the person that he is in love with right now? Like if there is another love interest for Will , we know nothing about them. We don’t know who they could be or what they could be like but it doesn’t matter as long as they aren’t Mike? Who cares right? Just bring any ol’ gay in, who cares? As long as Will gets over Mike?

#fucking IMAGINE if people said that about El #the thing is no one does #all people say is that they think El shouldn’t be in a rel right now #but no one is like HEY HOOK EL UP WITH THIS PERSON #byler #stranger things #Seriously though the amount of dismissiveness toward Will as a gay boy in the 80s is insane to me #The fact that people are seeing a show in 2022 and think that a modern show should shove their gay boy character with anyone #I cant even #like don’t queer people deserve better than that?? #and especially given that the duffer brothers said there will be no new people in s5 #it means byler or will alone like what?? the one gay dude the only one to be alone? yeah great message to send to queer youth #unless they like tack some random future Harry Potter scene at the end where we see will happily married to a dude with no lines #ugh it makes me sick #will byers