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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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John Facilier Application;

Name: Jonathan Elton Facilier.

Known Aliases: The Grimm Stalker, The Shadow Master, The Shadow Ninja, The Water Ninja, Hannah Hook's Gunner, King Senju, Mini Facilier, The Shadow Boy, etc.

Nicknames or Other: John, Long John, and Grimm (safe option). Do not call me anything else if you want to live.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: Winter Solstice 13 years ago.

Place of Birth: Isle of the lost. Duh. Where Else?!

Favorite Color: Black. Like my soul.

Favorite Activity: Parkour and Moving Target Practice.

Favorite School Subject: Evil Schemes and Nasty Plots.

Father's Name (or alias): Dr (Landen) Facilier.

Mother's Name (or alias): Urusla.

Father's Profession: Tarot reader, Headmaster of Dragon Hall, Arcade Owner, and Scheming Bocor.

Mother's Profession: Sea Witch and Owner of Urusla's Fish & Chips.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer. Hannah Hook. My captain, comrade, and friend. Aka the only one I even remotely like.

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

I don't. It's a fucking eye sore and everyone over there is a stuck up, dramatic, goody-good who don't know the meaning of fun. But my dad and siblings and crew mates are all forcing me to write this because it will get me a so called better life and I'm not allowed to get up till I finish. But luckily for me, they aren't proof reading this so I can say whatever the hell I want. But I guess if that's not the answer you're looking for, I want to go to Auardon to see my captain who owes me a stick of gum and make sure she's alright so I can collect what I'm owed. There. Happy?

Signature:

John E. Facilier.

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Badun Detective Agency: Death Report (edited).

Name Of Detective: Reza Vizer.

Age Of Detective: Five years old.

Date of Report: December 3rd, 2007.

Name Of The Deceased: Francis 'Frankie' Fisher Facilier.

Age Of The Deceased: Three years old.

File Number: 0000.

Report:

The deceased (3, male. Child of Ursula and Dr. Facilier) judging by appearance and whispers around the isle appears to have died from an unavoidable case of malnutrition. However this case appears to be different than others before it because this time it does not seem to be a consequence of parental neglect but rather a consequence of common environmental problems regarding the poor state and amount of the food the isle grows and receives from Auardon each day.

His father and two sisters (5 and 1 at the time) all appeared to be underweight as well as appropriately distressed at the deceased death.

He passed away quietly in his bed in 2004 and was quickly found the next day by his father, and has since been given a proper funeral with the help of Miss Anastasia Tremaine-Lathyn. That is all the information that the agency has at this time and will likely be all the information they will get concerning the manner. The matter should not be brought up to the family or in the presence of his possible mother, Miss Urusla Olympian, or her sister and their children on fear of great bodily injury and a lifetime ban from the Arcade, Dragonhall, and Urusla's fish and chips.

Reza signing out.

Oc belongs to @dragoneyes618 .

Requested by @panthera-tigris-venenata .

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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The Pirate and The Dragon;

Summary; otherwise known as the story of how Treycor Zagreus Adonis Fae-Artoas and Hannah Artemis Hook met, and how their friendship expanded into the stuff of legend over time. Requested by @crimsonstar2096 who is the creator and owner of Treycor. Trigger warning; Violence and descriptions of injuries. Child neglect, etc.

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As a kid, you just kind of assume that your family's way of doing things is the normal way. And that your family will always have your back, Whether or not that's actually the case. But some kids learn early on, the hard way, that that just isn't that case.

Like Treycor did.

He was luckier than others and received the lesson rather late in life at seven rather than at three or four like everyone else. But that didn't mean it hurt any less when his sister told him that he couldn't hang around her crew anymore because he wasn't big and bad enough to, and that he had to get his own if he wanted any respect.

No, it didn't mean that at all.

So, he took her advice and looked around. Trying to find a way to join or make his own crew. And that's when he found the flyer.

It was 3.

Treycor hurried towards the side of the isle that had the Hook inlet, knowing that this was his chance.

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Treycor stared at the tiny six year old who was sitting in front of him. Then at the paper in her hand.

She was small and skinny with short, messy brown hair with a streak of white and a streak of blue on each side of her head. Her eyes were dark brown and she wore a little pirate outfit.

Her name was Hannah Hook and she had been sitting on a barrel behind a treasure chest desk next to the counter when he's come.

And when he announced that he wanted to join her crew, all she had said was "Okay. Sign here!"

He honestly didn't know what he'd been expecting. But it certainly wasn't this.

He had thought that he was gonna have to break in somewhere and steal somewhere to prove himself worthy. But no. All he had to do was sign the paper she was holding out.

Treycor hesitantly took it from her and began to read:

He was surprised by how ..fair.. the terms were.

A fair cut of whatever loot was found, free health care, free food, a free bed, and protection for oneself and their loved ones?!

He had never heard of such a thing before!

Which meant that he just had to accept. Because there was no way he'd find a better deal!

Treycor smiled at her, signed, and shook her hand. "Okay, I accept your terms."

"You didn't have to do that" Treycor said, at age 9, wetting a rag with alcohol.

They were in the bathroom at Urusla's fish and chips. Hannah, now 7, was sitting on the sink, kicking her legs back and forth as she held another rag to her bloody nose.

Her knees and hands were all skinned up. Her goggles were broken, her eye red. A scratch on her cheek and tooth chipped. Both arms bruised.

But despite all that, Hannah smiled at him. Even though it clearly pained her.

"I promised..." she inhaled shakily. "That I would protect you. And I intend to keep that promise."

"But I'm older and your Quartermaster. That's my job" Treycor protested.

The younger just shook her head.

"No. We're crew. We protect eachother. That's how things are."

It was the first time Treycor ever heard those words. But it wouldn't be the last.

"Okay, I am fully convinced that you never graduated Pre school" an 10 year old, Treycor, sighed as he yanked on Hannah's legs.

Trying desperately to get her unstuck from the window she had crawled through after John and Luke dared her to.

9 year old Hannah was offended.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm smarter than kids my brother's age!"

Treycor raised a brow even though he knew she couldn't see it.

"Yet you do stupid stuff like this."

"Just shut up and get me out of here!"

"Okay, okay. Jeesh, someone is cranky.."

"You suck!"

"If I suck, then legally, I can just leave you here."

Hannah froze.

"You wouldn't..."

"You know I would."

Hannah began to squrim frantically.

"Alright! Alright! I take it back! Just get me out of here!"

"That's what I thought. " Treycor smirked and pulled.

Hannah (now 12) trembled as she packed her bag in the captain quarters of her ship, the Storm Bringer.

She had already talked with her family and her crew one by one about Maleficent's plan and how she was gonna be going to Auardon. Yet she still didn't feel ready to go.

Maybe it was because she didn't want to go.

But she had to. She didn't have a choice in the matter.

Because if she didn't, Maleficent would get mad and her friends and siblings would pay for it. And she couldn't let that happen. Because she was nothing without her friends and family. Nothing.

"Dude, chill. Everything will be fine." Treycor called out from behind her, causing her to jump.

"When did you get here?!"

"I've been standing here for the past 10 minutes " He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and rolled his eyes in disbelief at her obliviousness.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I did. I called your name like 12 times."

"Oh. What are you up to?"

"I've come to tell you that you're freaking out over nothing. Your family will be fine. The crew will be fine. I'll make sure of it. And you'll be fine"

Hannah started to pace, practically hugging her bag.

Promethus was flying above her in circles, wanting to calm her down while Midas rested on her back.

"How do you know that?" She stumbled over her words a bit.

"Because I know you" Treycor replied. "You're a bad ass pirate captain with a Sliver tongue and a heart gold who always gets her way. You'll fit right in."

The brunette bit her lip, still looking unsure before her shoulders shagged. "You're right. I've got nothing to worry about. "

"Damn right I'm right. I'm always right. Now get going before you miss your ride"

Hannah smiled at him as she walked past, nudging him with her shoulder. "Alright Mr Quartermaster. Take care"

All of that had led to this very moment.

The moment he'd return the favor to Hannah.

He backed up as Harry yelled up at Audrey. He was being held back by a pale Uma.

His accent was so thick that Treycor couldn't understand him. Not that he could blame the older man, considering the sight that was above them.

There, ontop of the roof, was a possessed Audrey-- or Queen of Mean, as she called herself-- holding an injured Hannah captive.

Hannah was clearly trying to reason with her but she was too far up for anyone other than Audrey to hear. And she looked scared, confused, and... betrayed. Hurt.

Something that made Treycor's blood boil.

His captain, his friend, his soul sister... should never look that defeated and hurt.

He had never liked the look of that expression on her. Nobody who knew her well did. Because it just didn't fit her.

And anytime that look made it's way on her, Treycor wanted to hunt down whoever had put it there. But he had never been able to before, because when Hannah was truly hurt by people she cared about, she refused to admit who had done it.

But this time.

This time.

He could finally do just that.

He took another step back before bounding forward and jumping.

Treycor felt himself change as he flew towards the possessed princess, fire in his veins.

"RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!"

The sound he let out was like that of thunder. Loud. Startling. Deafening. And traveled all the way back to the isle as the ground beneath them began to shake.

Audrey stumbled, letting go of Hannah. And Treycor aimed himself at her before changing back, shooting forward and grabbing the staff-- knocking them both to the ground.

And like that, the battle was over.

And Audrey was out like a light.

Hope you enjoyed, @crimsonstar2096 . Sorry it took so long mate. I wanted it to be perfect.

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Operation Baby part 6;

Trigger warning; swearing, child labor, implied abuse, etc.

Requested by @ginnyrules27 @syke-clops @fandom-writing-promptorrequest (If you want to be added let me know and I'll add you)

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Urusla sat alone in a dark corner booth of 'Urusla's fish & Chips'-- her alternate self's vile restaurant-- scowling in disgust as she scanned it's interior. Sure, the decorating wasn't too bad but it's patrons and the stench were just down right awful. The patrons were almost all drunk and swearing like there was no tomorrow. Some were spitting on the the ground or throwing their trash on it, laughing as the child workers scurried to pick it up. Others were gambling, fighting, bad mouthing people, getting frisky, or loudly telling other patrons of their sexual exploits-- all infront of the workers, who, again were primary children. And not a soul was doing anything about it.

That simple fact-- along with the stench of body odor and rotting food-- made her feel extremely ill. Her alternate self's business was a pigsty and she wasn't doing a damn thing about it-- hell, she wasn't even running the restaurant; children were. Children who couldn't be more than 13 were running the restaurant -- all by themselves. And no one but her seemed to care. What kind of horrible place was this?

It was surprisingly not hard to spot her daughter amongst the sea of child workers & adult patrons, because she was behind the counter-- standing on a stool & spitting out orders at the other workers. And surprisingly, the other workers-- even the 2 adults who were working-- were following them without question, despite the girl's small stature. There was no doubt in Urusla's mind that, that girl was her and Jack's daughter-- their little Uma. She looked exactly like her minus the teal hair and was even dressed like her father-- even wearing one of those stupid pirate hats that didn't quite fit.. it looked very adorable-- even with that little scowl she was wearing. What wasn't cute, however, was that sad, hopeless look in her eye and the fact that it was mirrored in every other child's eyes. And the fact that they were being forced to run her 'mother's' restaurant -- yeah, she wasn't letting that one go anytime soon. And she definitely wasn't gonna let her alternate self get away with it when she got her hands on her...

But first, she had to handle getting the kids to listen to-- "ma'am, what would you like to order ?" A small, accented voice asked from beside her, causing her to jump slightly as she hadn't been expecting it. Her head spun towards the source of the sound and found 2 small children-- one of which was clearly one of Hook's brats. He looked like a mini clone of him and Snow white-- same dark hair, same eyes, and same pale skin as Hook with a small, ovalish- shaped head. He had a handheld hook attached to his belt and he was wearing dirty, baggy, torn clothes just like the rest of the kids. But, unlike the other kids, he was an oversized pirate hat that didn't quite fit-- just like her daughter. The 2nd child was small and blonde like the bimbettes in her relam, but had a bit of muscle on him and would be about the same age as one of Gaston and Laurette's boys-- he could be one of the stolen children as well. Both were waiting-- a bit impatiently now-- for her to answer the first boy. "Actually, I was hoping to talk to you & whoever's in charge here" the boys-- Harry and Gil, if this world's Hook and Gaston hadn't changed their names-- both paled and nodded, looking at her warily "that can be arranged."

Urusla wasn't the only unhappy with what she had found. The other parents who were on the isle were all finding their children in worse states than they had lost them in and they were all more than pissed about it.

William Smee found two of his 3 sons -- the youngest two actually-- starving in their room, looking thin as twigs. One wouldn't stop squirming and the other wouldn't stop squeaking, and both were absolutely petrified of him. So much so that neither of them spoke a word to him-- even when spoken to. Even when he picked them up; instead, they just shook like leaves in the cold Autumn wind. And the pain it caused him was indescribable. But that wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was the fact that no one-- absolutely no one-- even noticed his presence or the fact that he was taking them. No one gave a fuck. Not even his alternate self-- they were all too drunk to care. At least that's what he told himself, because it was easier than just thinking of the possibility that that was how they always acted towards his children. Easier to assume than to think about all the damage they had probably caused his children and their own. Why would anyone have a kid -- let alone steal one-- if they weren't gonna love and take care of them?

Killian and Emma had found their daughters-- and their crews-- in a similar manner and condition. Calista had been in a rowboat with 3 girls & a boy, dangling over the edge of it-- trying to feed a small hoard of baby crocodiles. Needless to say, Killian nearly had a heart attack as he quickly plucked up the group of protesting, confused (small) children. And he had thought that Henry, Alice, and Hope had given him gray hairs. He just knew that this batch of children were gonna be the death of him-- that is, if the Charmings (including Emma), Liam 2, and the last batch didn't kill him first.

Emma's encounter with their oldest was much less heart stopping and thrilling. After splitting off from Killian and the other parents, she subtly scaled the isle for about 2 hours-- spying and eavesdropping on the inhabitants desperate for any sign of any of her children. And eventually, she got one in the form of a conversation between a trio of angry children. "God, I hate Hook" a boy with horns and red eyes said fuming; he looked like a corspe, not that Emma would ever say that outloud. "Her and her whole stupid, theiving crew" the only girl of the group-- who had wings, bright white eyes, and horns-- groaned, throwing back her head "Gods, tell me about it! They think they're so great but they aren't! They're weak-- have you seen the way they share their goods with brats of the isle? We should storm their ship and take what is rightfully ours!" The last member of the trio rolled his eyes-- he had wolf like features-- and elbowed her in the side. "Keep your voice down before someone overhears and thinks we're serious. That is an awful idea!"

"How so?" The girl asked, sounding cracky. "We know their ship is by the Jolly Roger and Hook's inlet, we could easily storm it and take them by surprise !" The first boy decided to add in his own 2 cents before the 2nd could even respond. "As much as I hate to say it, Queenie, I agree with Wolfrick. There's 22 of them and only 3 of us" The girl-- Queenie-- sputtered "the brats don't count! " the 3rd boy cut in. "There are only 3 brats in the group, that still leaves us out numbered by 16 people ". The last thing Emma heard as she headed towards the docks was the girl's response of "Shut up Kingsley ".

The ship by the Jolly Roger and Hook's inlet was a breath of fresh air compared to the other buildings and ships Emma had seen so far. It was actually in pretty good shape and Everything-- including the sails--were practically sparkling clean and everything was were it was supposed to be. It was amazing that while the adults of the isle couldn't keep it clean and spiffy, that a bunch of kids-- teenagers really-- manage to do so with a ship of all things.

Emma really shouldn't have been surprised considering that one of the kids was Killian's daughter, but she was. Seriously, it was as if being tidy and drawn to the sea was in their DNA. On board, she found her daughter-- who looked exactly like her father-- playing cards with a group of other kids, who didn't notice her at first. She watched them for a few minutes, stunned by how childlike and carefree they seemed despite growing up on such a terrible place like this and briefly wondered if she had any traces of that left by the time she was there age. She almost didn't want to ruin it-- also turned around and left, leaving them to be together on this horrible place. All because they seemed so happy together but she didn't in the end-- unable to willingly abandon her daughter and her daughter's friends to a place like this.

The savior took a step forward, causing the floorboards to groan and creak-- which immediately had the kids' heads spinning towards her. They all scrambled for their weapons the moment they saw her, a whirlwind of emotions prevelant in their eyes. Anger. Fear. Confusion. Resentment. All of which Emma remembered having in her own eyes years and years ago-- all of the things she swore would never haunt her children on her watch. And it just broke her heart. "Uh hi, I'm Emma. And I'm here to rescue you from this place" It probably wasn't the best thing to say but she didn't care. She wanted them to know she meant them no harm and that she was raking all of them-- something that the others might not agree with, but couldn't stop.

She was meant with confusion, disbelief, hesitance, and anger, along with several other emotions-- and they were still trying to reach their weapons. The weapons she had used her magic to block them from. Which only made them angrier. Emma internally sighed and resigned herself to the very, very long road (and day) she just knew this was gonna lead to, wondering how everyone else was fairing.

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