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Evil Karma - Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Word Count: a pretty short 1,476

Summary: Sofi sees Mal face to face for the first time, and it’s one hell of a ride

Pairings: OC x poly!Harry Hook, I guess OC x Mal if you squint? (but like tbh I wouldn’t)

Rating: T for mostly swear words

Warnings: Mentions of death and gorey (but not deeply descriptive) violence, swear words, use of a dagger (kinda?), and a bit of an allusion to home invasions that have happened in the past (Europeans invading native america was what came to my mind)

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer @hookedradge @curse-brekker @amityravenclawelf @kirbiejayhook

As Harry gallivanted through the Isle, I kept a slower walk than usual. After all of these years, he was still in my head. You would think that going to a land with no magic would remove everything, but I guess it doesn’t. I wanted nothing more than to get angry again. I wanted nothing more than to find some old picture of him and fire a thousand arrows straight through it. But, I couldn’t do any of that now. Peter Pan is dead and my father was lost long before that. I felt a slight grip on my hand jolt me away from my thoughts. “Duckling, it’s just me.” Harry lowered his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can take you back to Uma if you want me to.” No. I wasn’t going to let anybody on the Isle see me as some kind of victim that needed to be coddled all the time. Just because I’m not the same ruler I was in Neverland doesn’t mean I’ll descend to the level of a whining peasant.

“I’m fine, Harry. Now, we have a job to do.” We had finally arrived at Curl Up and Dye. It wasn’t my first time robbing the place, and we both know it wouldn’t be our last. However, it was the first time we had seen a vehicle parked outside of it. It was clean, shiny and made a tiny squeak when Harry swiped his finger across it. “Well…that’s new. Since when did Lady Tremaine have a thing for motorbikes?” Harry turned back to me, his shark smile wide and playful.

“Oh, this doesn’t belong to Lady Tremaine..or her little worker rat for that matter.” Harry chuckles and excitedly spins his hook with his free hand. “We should go in, this is going to be one hell of a ride!” Harry took my hand into his and placed a quick kiss on my ring finger before the two of us strutted inside, hand in hand. What I saw next was an unexpected, yet somehow pleasant surprise.

There she stood. Her hair was the same color as the vehicle outside, so it must have belonged to her. She was a tiny little thing. Her legs were so slim they could easily snap with just one kick. She wasn’t much taller than the little Dizzy working in the salon that day. Her face was dainty, overly feminine, lips full and pouty. There’s no way that this was the right girl. It couldn’t be, yet I knew that it was. I kept eye contact with her, but she clearly seemed dazed, more focused on Harry as he took the money from the dirty and rickety register. Just as Harry was about to guide me out, she spoke up. “Still running errands for Uma? Or do you actually get to keep what you steal?” Harry turned back, eyebrows perked not in surprise, but in excitement.

“Well well well, what a nice surprise!” Harry turned to me, tucking a stray hair behind my face. “Duckling, there’s someone I need to introduce you to -” Before he could go any further, I quickly got closer to the princess. My dagger was in my pocket and ready to go.

“No need, Harry.” Her hair was long, straightened, recently worked on. It was no longer the bleach blonde I saw on TV those months ago, but a shade of purple slightly brighter than that of the vehicle outside. I took out my dagger and slowly swept the heel along her hair and close to her right cheek. “I like the new color. That beach bleached blonde was making me sick. This seems much more…you.”

“And who are you? Another errand bunny in Uma’s group of eels?” A troubling smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“Oh no no no, Princess. I’m your worst fucking nightmare. I’ll be the one to finally tell you that there are consequences for your actions. Just because you’re…quite literally fucking royalty doesn’t mean you get to get away with everything.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you sad you didn’t get sent to Auradon or something? Tough luck, pirate rat, clearly you were left here for a reason.” Mal swiftly grabbed my wrist, restricting me from moving my dagger any further. Alright, little mouse. I’ll play along.

“Well let’s see, when you’re laying in your castle a few weeks from now wondering why you feel so alone and why everything you love is falling to shit, try asking yourself if you really should have murdered those hundreds of innocent boys? It’s what I would do if I were in your glass slippers.” For a split second, her eyes widened. She thought I didn’t see it, but I saw it. It may have only been for a short while, but she was scared of me. And I cherished every bit of it.

“How the hell did you escape, Wendy?”

I laughed quickly before my face turned cold. “Wendy was a fragile feather who my father bludgeoned to death with a mace. I saw her body in the Echo Caves myself..or, what was left of it anyway. The name is Sofi, if you must know. As for how I escaped, there’s this thing called ‘Neverland’s magic coursing through my DNA,’ not that you would’ve known.” I lowered my dagger but kept my gaze. Some people think that information is a weakness. But, truthfully, how much information you give your enemy doesn’t matter as long as you’re strong enough on the battlefield. I want this bitch to know every little thing about me before I rip her intestines from her chest so she can see who she lost to.

“So, Peter Pan has children, huh? So much for never growing up.”

“Oh, I’m sure he has tons. If there was one thing he desired more than power and control, it was a rough round of Devil’s Tango. Don’t think about trying to find him here, though. The bastard’s been dead for years. I couldn’t care less about whether or not you wanted to gut him open. What I do care about, princess, is my boys. And you and your little gang of misfits took them from me.” I could feel my voice getting louder and lower. There was a fire lighting in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a very long time and I was more than happy to feel it return. She’s alone. She’s unarmed. She’s vulnerable. “My Lost Boys were innocent! They did nothing wrong!”

“Your Lost Boys tried to kill my friends and I. We went there for your father, they got in our way.”

“For Wicked’s sake, Mal! Listen to yourself! My Lost Boys were protecting the home that you and your friends invaded! You go to school now, right? Have you read a history book? Do you understand just how fucked up you are? God, I should just slice you right here! It’s not like you gave my boys any time to beg for mercy, huh?”

“Oh, I would love to see you try!”

“Sofi!” Harry’s growl interjected the two of us. He hadn’t moved any closer, as it would’ve been a mistake to get between Mal and I, but I knew what he was trying to say. A swift death is nowhere near what Mal deserves. She deserves to suffer long and hard so she’ll embrace her death when it finally arrives by my dagger. Now that she’s back on the Isle, that’s exactly what she’ll get. “We came for a robbery, not a murder. Let’s go!” I quickly turned to Harry, his overall body language was firm and troublesome as usual, but deep in his eyes I sensed a softness. I sensed something that was close to…not fear..maybe worry? I glanced back at the princess and walked away, keeping eye contact with her.

“Just wait until Uma hears you’re back, you’ll be screwed then, princess!” I glided my arm across the table beside me, sending bottles and glasses to the floor. “This has only just begun!” I let out a fiery laugh as Harry and I exited the salon. Just as we left, I stopped and looked over at the motorbike. “Hey Harry, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Now that Mal’s on the island, we can jumpstart that plan that you brought to us and make her life completely miserable because it’s what she deserves?” Harry asked, eyes confused yet excited like a young puppy.

“Well, yes, but what I was also thinking…” I took a seat on the bike, throwing the purple helmet off to the side. “was that it’s time for a bit of a joyride.” Harry’s shark smile returned as he took his seat in front of me on the motorbike and revved the engine.

“Well then, duckling, let’s ride.”

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Jack Was Right About You (Red Harvest)

Anonymous asked: CAN I REQUEST A RED HARVEST STORY/IMAGINE WHERE HE AND THE READER GO OFF ON THEIR OWN AFTER EVERYTHING AND BECAUSE OF HOW CLOSE THEY ARE AND SUCH THE READER ENDS UP PREGNANT ON THE ROAD TO WHEREVER?AND HER TRYING TO TELL MR. EVER SO QUIET RED THE NEWS. IF THAT IS OKAY?

A/N: I’m SO sorry this took so long; I forgot to put the request in my list and came across it while looking for something else on my blog. That said, I hope you like it! :) thanks again for requesting!

“Safe travels,” Sam said. You and Red Harvest were preparing to leave town two days after the fight for Rose Creek. There was nothing there left for the pair of you, and as soon as you’d rested and gotten supplies, you were ready to get on the road.

“Thank you, Sam,” you said, accepting the firm handshake he offered.

“Hopefully our paths will cross again someday.” He tipped his hat to you and nodded to Red Harvest, who he’d already said his farewells to. “Couldn’t have won without the pair of you. See you around.” He turned to walk back into town and you spurred your horse to a trot, heading down the road with Red beside you. You glanced over at him, words that you didn’t know how to say on the tip of your tongue. Then he looked at you and your gaze returned to the road.

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Another two months on the road left you wandering through southern Utah, riding through tortuously hot days and camping through cold nights under majestic formations of red rock. You poked at the fire with a stick idly, shifting a piece of dry shrubbery that didn’t need to be moved. “You’re quiet,” Red said, setting aside the bones from the rabbit leg he had just finished eating.

“So are you,” you replied.

He didn’t grace that comment with an answer, as you both knew it was his usual state and didn’t really mean anything. When you looked at him again, he was still watching you. Your heart started to thud, the adrenaline pumping into your blood making your movements erratic. You sat back, settling slightly shaking hands in your lap. “I… I don’t know how to tell you this.” He would be angry, he wouldn’t want a child. You didn’t even know how to go about raising one, let alone doing it while on the move. “I’m… Red, I’m going to have a baby.”

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♡ loose cannon ♡ pt 1

Warnings: nah man

Requested: I mean, you all were pretty hyped when I talked about this so😉

A/N: here you go, my darlings! This is the first part in a 3+ part fanfic about Hades from Descendants 3. He honestly doesn't get much attention, so I'm trying to fix that! This does contain some Descendants 3 spoilers, so read at your own risk. Please let me know what you thought of it after you read it and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE IT! I'll start up the second part just in case😉 here is Part 1 of Alison's Hades X Reader, Loose Cannon...

Goddess of No Control

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Being the daughter of Boreas, the god of Winter, had its ups and downs.

One of those ups included your inheritance of extraordinary ice powers. Ever since you had been born, you had the ability to create the coldest of ice flurries with nothing but your bare hands. However, unlike your siblings who had inherited other abilities, you never really seemed to have gained full control of your abilities. You loved your magic more than anything, and adored anything that had to do with the cold from snowmen to ice cream. But while your brothers and sisters began to excel daily in their wind blasting and snow storm abilities, yours didn't dwindle, but instead grew more out of your control with every day. You tried your hardest to keep it under control through practicing and meditation, fearing that a lot of it stemmed from your emotions.

But none of it worked.

Your father had grown to overlook you compared to your successful siblings, as you were the middle child and frankly were pretty silent for the most part. You had always been a decently happy girl, but as time went on, you began to feel your happiness drain as it became replaced with hopelessness. Despite your best efforts, your powers were growing out of your control and you feared that it had something to do with you.

That something was wrong with you.

There were multiple occassions where you would be sitting by an open window, reading calmly when suddenly the book would freeze solid, the page stuck to your icy fingers. Or when you would be going for a walk, the trail behind you was left frozen, causing many others to slip and fall. Whole rooms would be frozen in the blink of an eye and brutal frostbite would happen to strangers who simply touched you. But it wasn't you, of course. You never wanted to hurt anyone. Once your father found out about the frostbitten people, he was furious. The two of you had a fight that night about the whole situation. He was furious that you hadn't learned how to control your powers yet and you were angry because he didn't seem to understand that you couldn't.

Through your best efforts, you didn't prevail. He forced you to pack up your things and hopped with you into a taxi to Auradon Prep, where King Beast and Queen Belle lived. There, he forced you to tell them all about your chaotic powers and the people you had hurt, despite your efforts to get better. They were very hesitant at first, but after some pushing by your father, they decided to enroll you to Auradon Prep on a transfer program from Olympus to see if they could help you gain control of your powers. You were terrified, as this would be your first time alone without your father and siblings. But wanting to get better more than anything, you agreed.

The program worked well for a while, but you found it hard to make friends. Most people called you the Ice Queen and shunned you because you were different than them, like you were someone from the Isle. Little did they know how right they were about to be...

About a month into the program, you got news that your father had passed up his entitlement as God of Winter to your brother, who had wind powers. Normally, it would make you happy because he was finally stepping down, but it made you furious and even more envious because he had promised the position of Winter to YOU. You were going to be the Goddess of Winter, not your incompetent brother! Boiling with rage, any progress you had gone through before disipated.

You tried walking it off, but once Audrey and her gang of princesses showed up to taunt you, you couldn't contain it anymore. Letting go of all of the anger and jealousy and sadness, you couldn't control your hands as they flew in front of you and an icy blue light flew from your chest and struck the princesses down onto the floor. Their lips turned blue, their skin a pasty white, and a thick layer of frost across their bodies. Not only that, but the whole hallway froze as well. They had hypothermia. Only this time, instead of freaking out, you felt free.

That was what scared you most.

Before you could do any more damage, you forced on a pair of gloves and forced yourself down to Beast and Belle, where you turned yourself in for the hypothermatic princesses and the damage in the halls. You had expected a suspension or a slap on the wrist, but what came next was cruel and unjust. It was what set the ice cold hatred inside your heart for the King and Queen and for everyone inside that fucking kingdom. Before you even knew what was happening, you had two shackles chained around your hands and a power restricting collar snapped onto your neck. Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you attempted to fight the guards dragging you towards the car. You knew where they were taking you. The other fucking dumbass students in the courtyard knew where they were taking you as they sat on their asses and watched as your screaming, thrashing body was shoved into that limo.

And now, you are here.

Standing next to the emotionless guard as he holds onto the chain linking your cuffs like you were a puppy, tear stains on your cheeks, glassy eyes, and a mat of hair on your head. One of the things they never told you about the Isle was how rank it smelled. A foul stench nearly burned your nose hairs as you felt your knees begin to shake. Hatred filled you from head to bottom, especially for the little guard who was barking into his walkie talkie. You knew better than to try and escape of course. In all your years of isolation and reading, you'd learned a long time ago that your powers don't work in the Isle. But of course they kept the bondages on. You felt the brace chafing against your neck, but refused to let it show as the guard turned to your ice cold glare.

You could've sworn you saw him shiver.

"Alright, Icy, since the King and Queen respect your father, they've decided to not just drop you off here to defend for yourself and have chosen someone for you to live with."

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. Of course your father would still be mentioned even though he's not God anymore.

"And just who might my lucky partner in crime be?" You snarled. The old you had been drained away as soon as they locked these cuffs on you. Everyone hated you, underestimated you, pitied you. They thought you were crazy, that you were out of control. That you were a villain. And if they wanted you to become a villain, then you were going to be badder than Maleficent herself.

"Hades, God of the Underworld. Found it suiting due to the whole Olympus thing."

You only shrugged your shoulders and cast a gaze towards the wall as the golden bridge finally deteriorated. This was it. You were trapped here.

An uncontrollable ice goddess, being treated like a villain. The envy coursing through your veins was enough to turn you green. One day they'd all pay, you vowed.

One day, they will all pay...

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Many years had passed since you came to the Isle, and needless to say, the second that Hades saw you, it seemed like time had frozen. You were the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and he had only been around Isle girls for a while so that was saying something. You only made things even better when you suddenly screamed and kicked the guard who had accompanied you in his special spot, knocking him into the misty underground below Hades place. He even took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you. You had thought living with the god of the Underworld would have been awful, but it turns out... he wasn't so bad. He helped you out of the chains you were in, and throughout your stay, you began to slowly realize that you were falling in love with him. Between the sitting sessions on the couch that gradually turned into cuddling and the constant compliments he would give you, you and the stealer of souls began to grow inseparable. Even his little assistant started to call you his girlfriend, to which he never corrected her. You even had long, late night talks with the God too, varying from anything. Your shared hatred for everyone in Auradon, his daughter Mal, your uncontrollable ice abilities, his ember. It felt like you could talk to him about anything, and you found it interesting how he seemed to be hostile towards everyone but you.

You felt like you finally had someone in your corner, and he was your other half. Of course, you were the first one to admit your feelings to him. You had been out for one of your walks when it started storming, and you suddenly realized that you had to tell him before he was gone. So, you frantically rushed back home and screeched to a halt in front of his sleeping form, the record player with Cerberus playing in the background, and blurted, "I love you."

No hesitation.

No barriers.

No walls.

Just... you. And your feelings.

Unfortunately, as soon as you managed to caught your breath, fear struck into your heart as you finally realized what you had just confessed. Yes, you had powers to defend yourself, but they didn't work now, stupid! And you just confessed your love to HADES, the Fucking God of the Underworld! What the hell was wrong with you? You had opened your mouth, prepared to take it back when he suddenly rose from the couch and slowly stalked towards you, lowering his sunglasses in such painful slow motion it made your stomach want to crawl up your esophagus and spew out your mouth. But something prompted you to stay, and your icy blue boots refused to leave their position on the boards, so you ended up staying as he stopped only mere inches away from your face.

He was a bit taller than you, so you had to strain your neck a bit to meet his eyes, and what you saw in them scared you even more than your confession. For once, you couldn't read his handsome, piercing gaze. You couldn't tell what emotion was swimming in those beautiful irises. The ones you could get lost in whenever he complimented you...

"What was that?" His voice suddenly snapped you out of your trance, and you frantically hoped you hadn't said any of that out loud.

"W-what?" You couldn't help but stutter.

"Did you say what I think you said?"

"Well, it depends what you think I said," you decided to try to tease your way out of it, knowing he loved to be a jokster. Only this time it seemed like he wasn't having it... weird...

"Come on, Y/n, seriously. Did you say what I think you said or not?"

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, Had."

"You're as infuriating as you are beautiful," a blush coated your cheeks. "Did you say... that... thing that you said?"

Aww, you thought as you tried to surpress your grin. He was afraid to say it.

"The thing that I said? What is this thing that I said that you think that I said?"

"Y/n! For once, this is serious!"

He shook his head at you and stared at you with a look you had never seen on his face before. Desperation. Your heart began to pulse and you slowly reached out out of pure instinct to rest your gloved hand on his arm. He looked at it momentarily, suddenly noticing the intimacy in the action and reverted back to meeting your gaze.

"Hades," you breathed. No avoiding the truth. "I love you."

He stared at you, a look of unsureness coating his face. You were about to step away when a grin suddenly spread onto his face and he let out a deep chuckle, causing you to jump slightly.

"It's about damn time," he swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to him, cupping your cheek with his other gloved one. He never seemed to care about how cold your skin was. And before you knew it, his warm lips were against yours. Fireworks had exploded in your mind as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. And let's just say that that was just the start of it.

After your confession, life for the two of you was something that fairy tale characters could never live up to. The love you two shared was something like true love, but on sterioids, you know, because of the whole god and goddess thing. When he finally did say those three words back, it was a while later. You had just come back home from a trip to the market, and the fresh snow was still in your hair and your eyelashes. Seeing you looking like you had just walked out of a christmas movie made Hades think about what you might look like on your wedding day... and Gods, you were beautiful. The conversation went a bit like this:

"Had, I'm home!"

"..."

"Hades? Are you oka-"

"I love you too."

You two were even more inseparable than you were before. Everyone on the Isle knew about it, and they knew to stay away from you. Not just for you being Hades girl, but also for your rumored chaotic ice powers and your burning envy and hatred for those in Auradon. You were a loose cannon, they liked to say. You took it as a compliment.

Things were perfect for you. You were finally happy with the love of your life, and had plans to stay with him for the rest of your life, maybe even have kids and sing rock-enhanced duets. The magic didn't matter. Auradon didn't matter. It was just the two of you.

At least until the VKs came along.

TO BE CONTINUED...

♡ a.a.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Word Count: 1,883

Summary: A quick look into Sofi’s past ends in a messy room

Pairings: OC x father!OUAT Peter Pan, poly!Harry x OC x poly!Uma

Rating: PG (no swear words but some angsty content)

Warnings: description of child death, mention/description of physical abuse, basically Peter Pan is an abusive douchebag and Sofi deserved much better

Tags: @hookedradge @descendantofthesparrow @curse-brekker @newtshairdryer @amityravenclawelf @kirbiejayhook

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous about this chapter. I just wanted to say that I take all kinds of abuse incredibly seriously and that it’s not something to be glamorized/romanticized. What Sofi endured from her father happens to people every single day and it’s for that reason that I proofread this a million times to make sure it was taken seriously. Also, if you need help or someone to talk to, my DMs are always open.

Ironically enough, I had fallen asleep shortly after telling Uma that it was something I didn’t usually partake in. Uma must have stayed awake, as when I woke up I was not lying on the chair that I was in before I had drifted off. The three of us now lay in a brown, mildly dusty bed with a thin blanket draping over us. Somehow, I had ended up in the middle once more. My arm was draped over Harry’s chest and my head rested gently in the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent with every breath I took. He smelled...different than usual. Rather than carrying the scent of crashing waves trying to tear a ship apart, he smelled like a ship calmly drifting through an even sea. His hair was just as messy as before, if not messier. He definitely was not a still sleeper. I could feel Uma behind me, dancing her fingers across my back, tracing circles and hook-like shapes as if I were her empty canvas. It felt nice, truthfully, but it was all so...new. “I bet you got this treatment all the time back on Neverland, didn’t you, Island girl?” I hear Uma mumble behind me. A small laugh huffs out in response.

“Nothing like this…” I could feel my voice drifting as I cast my mind back to the crowded island I once called home.

It all started off so wonder-filled. I was the second person to be born in Neverland rather than being taken there by the Shadow. People were still wondering how it all happened, my own father included. For the first eight years, I aged as regularly as any child would. Obviously, I don’t have much recollection of it, but one of the older boys once told me that I was relatively peaceful and I could make even my own father crack a smile. I wish I could go back to it all, just to remember it again. There was only one thing about my childhood that I could recite by heart.

Her name was Delilah. She was the first to be born on the island. Her mother fled home soon after, just as I believe my own mother had done. If the boys thought I was peaceful as a child, Delilah was an angel. Her skin was fair and practically blemish free apart from small brown freckles splattered across her nose and the apples of her cheeks. Her hair was not light enough to be called ‘blonde’ but nowhere near as dark as mine. I swear her smile could light up even the darkest regions of the Echo Caves. She made me want to be a better child. If Neverland were some kind of movie, she’d be the leading lady there to steal everybody’s hearts.

Even as young and naive as I was, I was rendered surprised when she was so eager to be friends with me. The first thing I remember hearing from her was her asking if I wanted to race her to the shoreline. “Last one to the beach is a crocodile!” She yelped out. She almost always won. Maybe because she was faster than me, maybe because I just loved seeing the smile on her face when she got there first. Either way, she was a winner. Soon, we started doing everything together. We’d eat together, swim in the ocean together, I had even persuaded my father to let us share a tent. From that night on, we were inseparable. The boys would try everything they could to get us to crawl out of our tent and hunt with them, but to no avail.

One night, a blistering storm came rushing through the island. Pan had commanded everyone to stay in their tent no matter what, promising that he would take care of dinner and anything else the boys needed to rest easy. Everyone quickly obeyed, knowing the dangers of the island’s angry rain. The only one I had yet to see come into their tent was Delilah. It worried me to my very core. When everybody had fallen asleep, I snuck out of my tent to look for her. I had climbed mountains and scoured the forest and even dug through the sand to find her. But, there was one place that I had yet to look. The Echo Caves encompassed the darkest area of the island. Delilah would tell me stories of how her mother went to the Echo Caves to steal pixie dust and fly home. From what the boys had told me about those caves, Delilah’s mother might not have been the only one. Boys had tried to fly from the Echo Caves, believing that the power of their homesickness would bring them home to their families. What nobody ever told me was what happened if they failed. I found that out myself when I found Delilah’s body bloodied and bruised at the edge of a cliff by the Echo Caves’ entrance. In her cold hand was a bottle with a letter inside.

“Dear Delilah,” it read. “I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but if you do, you need to read this very carefully. Neverland is not the paradise you think it is. Your mother, your uncle Michael and I all ventured there as kids under that same belief. We didn’t want to grow up, either. But we started to miss home, your mother especially. Pan wouldn’t let her leave. That’s why you were born here. He’s a curse, Delilah, a demon that will do anything for power and control. Go to the edge of the Echo Caves and cut one of the vines, a black liquid will start coming out of it. Put the black liquid into this bottle but do NOT let it touch your skin. Then, when Pan is drinking, slip the liquid inside while he isn’t looking. After that, you’ll be able to do whatever you want. If you want to come home, write us a letter and seal it with a kiss. Your uncle Michael and I will come and get you along with anybody else you want to take. We love you, Delilah Darling. Be careful. Sincerely, your Uncle John.” It wasn’t until after I had read the letter that I saw the black liquid oozing from her wounds.

Since that night, I didn’t want to be young anymore. A part of me thought that if I could grow up, I could leave. The other part of me was telling me that if I didn’t grow faster, stronger, and smarter than I was as a child, I’d end up just like Delilah if not worse. At first, I followed the island’s logic. If you believe in it hard enough, it will come to you. I wished to grow up each and every night for what could have been years, but nothing happened. So, I did what I thought was the only thing left to do. I went to my father.

“Dad...can I ask you something?” I asked, quietly peering into his tent. He was drinking wine, a usual hobby for him. A husky scoff erupted in response.

“What is it, Sofia? You clearly see I’m busy with something.” He turned his chair around and faced me. I never realized it when I was younger, but he was always angry with me. Every time he looked at me or even said my name, there was a glint of rage in his eyes and in his voice.

“Well...I really want something. I’ve tried believing in it, like you’ve said, but I’ve been wishing for this for a really really long time and nothing has been happening.”

“Get on with it, child.”

“I...I wanna grow up. I don’t want to stay a child forever anymore. It’s scary.” Silence. He swiftly stood and towered over me, glaring down with a laugh so deep and sinister you’d think he was a tiger hunting its prey.

“You think eternal youth is..scary? You stupid child!” A burning pain arrive on my right cheek as his backhand sent me to the ground. “Do you have any idea how hard I work to keep this paradise for you and the boys? Now...you’ve come to tell me that you don’t want it? I should throw you to ocean and see which of the mermaids is fortunate enough to snatch you for lunch!” He turns back around and walks to a desk by his bed. At that moment, I didn’t know what to focus on. I didn’t know if I was going to live or die, but I was so scared that I couldn’t move to escape. The next time I saw his face, he had a tiny bottle in his hand filled with a purple shimmering liquid. “Fine...you want to grow up? Drink this, and you’ll be the only person on this island who won’t be young forever. But I’ll tell you now, dear Sofia, all magic comes with a price. If you don’t pay it like a good little girl, you’ll end up just like Delilah. You hear me?” He throws down the bottle with near enough force to break it. “Now pick up your waste of space potion and get out of my sight before I really give you something to be scared of!”

“Sofi..? Sofi? Sofi!” I was shaken back to reality by both Harry and Uma’s voices calling to me. By the time I was back in reality, the room we were in had been near completely trashed. My knuckles had become bloody and any glass surface in the room was shattered. Moments after coming back, my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor. I didn’t want them to see me cry. Nobody is supposed to see me cry. Crying is a weakness and if you possess weaknesses, you won’t survive anywhere.

“Hey, duckling...it’s just us. Your dad’s dead, remember?” Harry leaned down and took one of my hands into his. They were big, veiny, strong..but somehow, in this time, they held such a gentle air to them. They were warm in a room that couldn’t be any colder. Then, it came to me.

“How much did you hear?” I tried to keep my voice strong and deep, but it couldn’t help but quiver and crack. There’s no way they would ever see me the same. “I’m not weak..I promise you I’m not weak-”

“We know, Sofi. We know. Honestly, you’re probably the strongest girl I’ve met. Next to myself, of course.” I let out a small laugh. She had a point. “We don’t know everything you’ve been through, Sofi. You don’t know everything we’ve been through, either. But if there’s one thing that I know, it’s that the three of us are the strongest this Isle has ever seen. Nothing from our past is going to change that. Okay?” I nodded my head and felt my breathing return to normal. Harry helped me up to my feet and walked me to a tall, dilapidated wardrobe.

“Let’s go ahead and get dressed. I think Lady Tremaine’s place is due for a quick robbing, don’t you, duckling?” I smirked and nodded my head.

“Let’s get into some trouble.”

“That’s my girl,” Uma replied as she placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Word Count: 2,147

Summary: After explaining her plan, Sofi gets a taste of true heaven…or is it true hell?

Pairings: Harry x Uma x OC

Rating: M

Warnings: swear words, descriptive foreplay, LOTS of dirty talk, a bit of orgasm denial, switch!OC, switch!Harry, dom!Uma, like a little bit of thigh riding?, FFM threesome, I’ll add more if I need to

Taglist: @hookedradge @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer and again ANYBODY ELSE who wants to!!!

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing smut so I’m really sorry if it seems a bit rushed!!

Harry, Uma and I sat around the giant black cauldron in front of us. Uma had known very little about the room where her mother would fantasize about using her magic, but she knew enough to know where it was. “Wait, so how are we going to use Neverland magic if evil magic doesn’t work here?” Harry sat up straight and leaned forward to peak inside the cauldron, seeing nothing but a dark and seemingly bottomless abyss.

“That’s the point of the plan, Hooky. When Uma and I drink this potion, we’ll be able to use our magic again. We just need to wait until Mal comes back to the Isle. When she does, her beastly beau will follow suit, hoping to bring her back to the pretty pink clutches of Auradon. Mal’s little friends will probably somehow find out and go to the Isle with him to protect their King. At a moment where Ben isn’t the priority, we shackle him up and keep him tied in the Chip Shoppe. While he’s tied up, I’ll find a way to make him angry so he’ll show his primal instincts. Once that happens, just a few hairs from his head and we’ll be all set for revenge.” It was something I had theorized to Uma when I first came to the Isle. The magic that allows Ben to change from man to beast comes from his father. Ben’s father was the creator of the Isle and likely the reason that it’s an island with no magic, considering Belle has never had any magic capability. So, if we were to fight the fire with the match that sparked it, maybe the flame would dim down long enough for Uma and I to work our magic.

“How are you so sure that Mal will come back to the Isle to start all of this?” Uma kept a somewhat indifferent expression. I laid my hand down on her thigh and let my thumb roam around it rhythmically.

“You and I both know that Mal isn’t loving the princess act, my Captain. She’s bound to come back and try to reclaim her old territory eventually.”

“You haven’t even met her, duckling, how can you be so sure?” Harry leaned closer to me, resting his hook on the back of my neck. The sudden cold feeling from the metal raised goosebumps on my skin. I looked over to Uma, raising an eyebrow to ask permission. She gave a small nod, a teasing smirk spreading across her face.

I turned towards Harry and swiftly positioned myself on top of his right thigh. “You see, Hooky. I’ve got a good read on people. When you’re able to see into other people’s minds for as long as I was able to, it’s a lot easier to know things about people, even when they don’t tell you.”

Uma smiled and stood up before walking over to Harry and I. She sat herself on Harry’s other thigh and looked to me in amusement. “Really? Prove it, then, island girl.” My eyes shifted over to him, noticing his tongue subtly lingering across his bottom lip.

“Only if he wants me to,” A teasing chuckle came out in response. He leaned up from where he was sitting, moving his hands toward my top. I rolled my eyes and used a hand to push him back so he was leaning against the chair, practically laying down. “Nice to know you’re excited, but I can’t understand you if you don’t use your words.” He smirked and perked his chin up in a nod.

“Why don’t you make me, huh, duckling?” I shrugged and ran my fingers through his hair before finding a small lock and giving a quick tug. Harry quietly yelped in pleasure and looked over to Uma, looking her up and down. When I took a quick glance at my Captain, her expression seemed indifferent, but I knew she couldn’t look away.

“Okay..please, Sofi, prove it to us. Prove it to me.” I nodded my head and leaned down onto him, beginning to leave small kisses on his neck. Since I still had part of his hair in my hand, I had more access to his neck and collarbone. I put my hand under his shirt and began trailing my hand across his chest.

“Well, to start, you’re not as dominant as people think you are. I mean, maybe you have your days where you’d rather thrust into one of us until we’re a quivering mess but more often than not, you secretly love it when we take our time. It’s interesting not being the tease for a change, isn’t it?” Uma quietly giggled behind me. She knew I was right. “Second, you realized you had feelings for Uma when you were jacking off in the shower one night and realized that what finished you off was the thought of her riding you. It’d start off with her gently moving naked across your thigh, pulling you close and leaving marks that would stay for weeks, then, eventually, she’d practically rip off your clothes and take all of you in her mouth…” I slowly took Harry’s jacket off of him and slipped my overshirt off afterward. Thinking he would let me take him further, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his fingers around a lock of my hair.

“God..please continue…”

“Why should I? I’ve proven myself, haven’t I?” I leaned my head closer to his, our foreheads touching and our lips inches away.

“You’re not ready for what will happen if you don’t.” He lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “I’ll ravage you right here on this chair. Tear you until you’re spent and yet you’ll still be begging for more.” I smirked and swiftly pulled his lips to mine. His lips were soft but his movements were rough and primal. I’d felt some needy men in the past, but none had been so shameless, raging like a heavenly sunshower. In the heat and excitement, I can hear a quick and deep “do it,” slip from Harry’s lips. Before I could question anything, I felt the cold metallic sensation of Harry’s hook slip across the back of my neck. After a quick gasp, I look behind me to see Uma with her hat, jacket, and belt discarded. “Do you really think I’d let you unravel him without a little help? Tell me, when was the last time you experienced two people at once?” As quick as a light switch, I was rendered nearly speechless. I never knew how she did it to me, but there was always something about her that put me in some sort of spell. Now I understood why Harry always said Uma’s name like a prayer. In the right mood, Uma carried herself like a god. I turned back to look at her. With her jacket gone, the dress she was wearing under had become much more form fitting. “Well look who’s not using their words, now?” Harry chuckled from behind and leaned up, starting to kiss my neck just as I had done to him before.

“Settle down, Harry. Don’t think because we’ve found a weakness in our girl that it means you can go Alpha. We all know who’s in charge here, don’t we?” I nodded my head. She walked over to me and gently lifted my chin. Between Harry’s nails leaving scratches down my back and Uma’s lips gently dancing with me, I felt like I had an angel in front of me and a devil behind me. Uma’s kiss was of a warm fire after a day in the snow. Her hands roamed toward the strap of my shirt and moved it downward. “Get off of him for a moment. I’ve got a better idea.” I quickly obeyed, shifting off of Harry’s thigh and returning to where I sat before this escapade had begun. I could feel small hitches in my breath and warmth forming around me. Harry prowled over to my side, beginning to leave deep and rough kisses on my neck and shoulders. I already knew that this would bruise, but I couldn’t care less. Uma stood tall in front of me and let her dress fall to the floor. Her breasts were perky and seemed as soft as the rest of her supple skin.

“Maybe you have done your homework on us, duckling. But guess what? So have we.” Feeling Harry’s voice on my skin sent shivers down my spine. Uma sat on top of my lap and flittered her fingers around the strap to my top. I raised my arms over my head and threw my top to the floor as I took it off. She slowly began kissing down my chest and towards one breast as Harry licked and nibbled at the other. I could feel myself starting to rub my thighs together, trying to gain some friction. Uma quietly chuckles and slowly moves her hand down towards my pants, then slowly pressing two fingers against my clothed heat. I let out a soft huff of breath, eager for more. Uma momentarily stopped and looked to Harry.

“Let’s speed this up, who knows when ma might come through here.” He growled excitedly in response. In the blink of an eye, all of us were completely undressed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I was feeling, what I had the privilege to be a part of. I had seen Harry shirtless a few times. We’d be training together and, in the heat of the moment, he’d practically rip it off and attempt to use his muscles and wile to throw me off. Mentally, it’d definitely make my thoughts wander, but not as much as it did now. To go with his tense and chiseled arms and chest, Harry had a distinct “v line” that lead down to his cock. It was relatively average in length and surprisingly well groomed. What would end up blowing my mind was his girth and a curve towards the head. Uma, however, was practically a whole new world. Despite the muscle in her attitude, Uma was more on the slender and petite side. There was a small curve cascading down her body that wasn’t much of an hourglass, but still seemed to hit all of the right places. Her hips swayed like the waves of the ocean, and I was the sand she’d weaken with her tide.

I wish I could recount all of the little details of what had happened, and usually I would be able to. The main thing I remembered was the contrast in style from the two of them. Harry was a tease, pacing himself achingly while staying attentive to the both of us. Even when I wasn’t the priority, he still found some way to lift me higher. His fingers and tongue were godlike, nearly omniscient of how to keep the Captain and I begging for more. He was quite the devil indeed. If Harry were a devil, Uma was his succubus. She’d lure you in, thinking of being gentle, making you believe that there was a chance of getting her to beg. But that was quite the contrary. While Harry had times were he would be fast and brutal, Uma was torturously slow with the both of us. She’d throw in tiny praises, letting the both of us know how well we were doing, but soon after she’d make these tiny little threats and hints of denial. “If you even try to come before I’m done with you, I’ll make you pay,” “Tell me who you belong to, or I’ll stop right now.” She was the last of the three of us to reach her peak, Harry locking his lips with hers while I tasted her for the first time.

By the time all three of us were done and cleaned up, Harry had passed out with his head on Uma’s lap. I laid gently onto her shoulder and ran my hands gently through Harry’s dark locks. There was something mesmerizing about seeing someone who was usually so chaotic look so at peace. “Does he always fall asleep so quickly?” I joked to Uma, keeping my eyes locked on the sleeping beauty below me.

“Always…what about you? You aren’t tired from all of that?”

“No, I am, trust me. I just don’t sleep very much. In Neverland, you never knew when a Lost Boy was going to break into your tent to cause a ruckus or when some animal would try to ravage your camp like a fat kid at a buffet.” Uma smiled and laid a soft kiss on the top of my head. Maybe I didn’t know whether or not this plan would work, but as long as I had these two by my side, I’ll cherish every second of it.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Word Count: 2,096

Summary: Basically the first scene with Uma in D2 but with a little extra

Pairings: Harry x Uma x OC, platonic!OC x Gil, platonic!Harry x Gil

Rating: T

Warnings: just swear words I think

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer @kirbiejayhook @amityravenclawelf

From then on, the crew knew that the three of us were not to be messed with. We never came right out and called the three of us a ‘couple’ per se, but they knew that being ‘first mates’ had a special meaning to it. Before us, dating was never really a thing on the Isle. At least, that’s what Harry had told me. “Our parents told us all the time that love was a weakness, and you can’t have weakness if you want to survive here.” Uma brought a tray of pickled egg yolks and grilled fish bits to where Gil was sitting before joining us at our usual spot at the long, wooden table in the back of the restaurant where I had met Uma my first day on the Isle. Only six months have passed since I arrived here, and man oh man have I gone far. After news of Daughter Gothel’s death spread across the Isle, lost boys and girls outside of Uma’s crew finally started to know my name. But it wasn’t my name that made our relationship the ‘exception’ to the supposed rule of love equaling weakness, it was Uma’s.

“Since when did we want to be just like our parents? Since when did we care about what they’d try to teach us? Even Gil hasn’t spoken to Gaston in months and he’s doing fine.” The three of us glanced over at Gil chugging down egg yolks and telling one of the pirates his ‘first time sword fighting’ story for the millionth time. “I mean, for evil’s sake, Sofi sent her father six feet under and arrived at the Isle on her own. Look how she’s doing!”

“Devious as usual,” I responded as she danced her fingers through my hair. Harry smirked at my response as he stood up and walked to where we were sitting, squatting down between us to keep eye contact with his girls.

“Are you feeling devious enough to run a quick errand then, duckling?” Harry asked. Since becoming a first mate, Uma often sent Harry and I on certain ‘errands.’ I never like the use of the word because it makes it sound like some kind of chore, like I don’t have any fun doing it. In reality, any time I get to cause some chaos with my favorite people is time well spent. “The kitchen’s running out of fish and I’m in the mood for a bit of money grabbing. Care to come with?” I look to Uma, silently asking permission. When she nods, I quickly stand from my seat and take Harry’s hand into mine.

“I’ll grab my dagger on the way out.” As we’re walking out of the Chip Shoppe, Harry grabs his sword from the ‘sword check’ barrel by the front door and places it in his sheath.

“You know we should get you a sword too, right? You may not be able to get close enough to use your dagger everytime.”

“Uma said she’s working on it. Apparently Scar’s armory is having some kind of shortage of metal so the only weapons they’re selling are bows and arrows, staffs, you know, all the primitive shit.”

“That damn lion never knows where to get the right shit, does he,” Harry teased. We finally made our way into the bazaar. With dried up fruit stands on our left and cash filled bakeries with molded bread on our right, the opportunities for us were endless.

After about an hour and a half of robbing marketstands, helping ourselves to some fish for the Chip Shoppe, and fighting off street rats trying to graffiti over some street tags that our crew had previously planted, Harry and I made our way back to the Chip Shoppe. People stared, as usual. Harry and I would push them off or threaten them with our weapons, again, as usual. But the pirate territory was not too far from the bazaar we had been stealing from, and everybody knew that if they tried to mess with us, Uma wouldn’t hesitate to throw them to killer sharks.

“Home sweet home,” I hinted towards the broken down green doors and the dilapidated sign above us. I gripped the arch of Harry’s rusted silver hook as the two of us strutted inside. Harry slipped his dark black encased sword into the barrel while I took a quick stroll to the kitchen to place my jade and gold dagger into its private shelf. Other than the obsidian chain that I carried with me everywhere, this dagger was the only weapon I had on the Isle until Uma could get me a sword. It took a little bit of begging to Uma and quite the argument from Ursula herself, but I managed to get my own place for it.

By the time I was done placing my dagger in its home, Harry was close to that table that the three of us had ruled before we left for the bazaar. He pushed a rookie pirate out of the way before climbing on top of said table and laying his hook down. With his now unhooked hand, he turned a tiny knob and switched on the tv. I quietly growled and rolled my eyes when Mal’s face was the first to come onto the screen. With her purple hair replaced by a bleach blonde and King Ben now always attached to her hip, she had faded even more into the fake princess poser act. Just the thought of it alone made me sick. This bleached out, boy crazy bimbo not only gets away with killing an entire island’s worth of innocent young boys, but gets called a hero for it and is on her way to a crown.

Almost immediately after the TV switched on, Uma walked out with a tray of broiled crab legs, small grisly pieces of fried salmon, and tartar sauce that looked like a five year old had wiped their fingers through it. Harry started to chow down, slightly moving his right arm downward to give me room to take a few bites. Uma nudged Harry’s other arm before grabbing a piece of fried fish and chucking it at the screen with an angry shout, aiming directly for Mal’s face. “Poser,” she muttered.

“Traitor!” Harry shouted and chuckled mischievously in response.

“Fucking murderous bitch…” I growled, throwing another piece of fish at the screen. Seconds of silence pass before Uma turns to the rest of the crew sitting at the table with a dangerous glare.

“Hello?!” Uma shouts, causing a storm of screams and flying pieces of fish to fly towards the television. I strut up towards the screen and wipe off a piece of crab with my finger before taking it into my mouth.

“I’d do anything to see her get what she really deserves…”

“Wipe those smiles off their faces...you know what I mean?” Harry finished my previous thought with his own little blurb, leaning his elbow onto the table and returning to the crab on his tray. Uma’s glare seemed to fixate on Gil, who continued to shove pickled egg yolks down his throat as if they were the last thing he’d ever eat.

“Gil.” He looked up at Uma like a confused puppy. “Do you wanna quit choking down yolks and get with the program?” His eyes grew wider in realization.

“Hmm? Yeah, what they said,” Gil mumbled through the food in his mouth.

“That little traitor. Who left us in the dirt.” Uma turned to her crew, riling them up in anger just as she had been since getting with Harry and I.

“Who turned her back on evil,” Harry and I simultaneously added as I swiped a piece of crab from his tray.

“Who said you weren’t big or bad enough to be in her gang!” Only the squawk of a parrot could be heard as Gil practically shouted his response. Despite the tens of glares aiming at him from Uma and the crew, Gil kept going. “Back when we were kids. Come on, you guys remember. She called her Shrimpy and the name just kind of…” Gil’s words began to drift when he made eye contact with Harry, shooting him a scowl strong enough to kill. “..stuck.” Uma sighed and turned to me, placing her hand on my arm.

“That snooty little witch, who grabbed everything she wanted and left me nothing.”

“No, she left you that sandbox, and then she said that you could have the shrimp --” I swiftly interjected Gil’s response, gesturing toward the front doors of the shoppe.

“Do you really want to finish that sentence, Gil?” After switching his glances back and forth between me and the broken green doors, Gil shook his head and continued eating. Harry momentarily stopped eating and gestured toward the restaurant, then the TV.

“Look, we have her turf now. They can stay in Bore-adon--”

“Harry, that’s her turf now!” Uma stomped toward the TV and switched it off, finally ridding our eyes of the bimbo’s plastic face. “And I want it too.”

“She’s got a point, Hooky. We shouldn’t be getting her leftovers. We deserve more than that. We should be over on that island wreaking havoc while she should be here begging the street rats for rotten apples!” Uma smiled before wrapping her arms around Harry, Gil and I.

“Son of Hook, Daughter of Pan, Son of Gaston, and me, most of all, Daughter of Ursula!” I could sense what was coming, and I loved every second of it. Uma turned to me and gently placed her fingers under my chin. “What’s my name?”

“Uma.” My response glistened with admiration and obedience, something I didn’t show often but something I knew she loved. Uma turned to Harry and gripped the arch of his hook, which had since been placed back onto his right hand.

“What’s. My. Name?”

Harry swept off his pirate hat and got down on one knee, as if hailing to his Princess of the sea. “Uma..”

The three of us turned to Gil, hoping he would know the right answer. “What’s my name?”

“Mm. Uma?” Gil was once again caught choking down yolks, but he realized what he was supposed to do.

Uma was an amazing singer and an alluring dancer. So when she brought up the idea to turn her name into an anthem for the crew, I had never been more intrigued and honestly felt a little aroused at the idea. The crew quickly loved it as well, especially Harry. The two of us even made up this little verse that said ‘yeah she’s the Captain and everything, but if you mess with her, you mess with us..and that’s lethal.’ This time, like the other times, the anthem had ended in laughter. The crew was riled up and a bit angry, but in the best way. We were all quickly startled when a long, purple tentacle came railing across the table. We all ducked as Uma jumped to prevent being swept to the ground like a pile of dust. “Shut your clams!” That voice was all too familiar to this crew.

“Mom!” Uma grunted, showing the small part of her that was still young and still a rebellious teenager.

“These dishes ain’t gonna wash themselves!” Some of the pirates, Harry included, were ready to grab their swords from the barrel when Uma shook them off, quickly changing back to her powerful self.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Cause when I get my chance to rain evil down on Auradon, I will take it! They’re gonna forget that girl and remember the name --”

“Shrimpy!” Gil shouts with excitement, pounding the table. After a slight nod from Uma, Harry looks to Gil and begins to lead him out of the restaurant. This had become a usual punishment for when Gil said something a little too dumb, so none of us were too worried about his well being. As Harry led Gil out, I extended my hand to help Uma down from the table.

“Have you thought of it yet?” I walked with Uma to the kitchen, planning to help ease her work load on the dishes.

“Thought of what?”

“Your plan to rain evil down on Auradon, have you thought of it yet?” She shrugged her shoulders and let out a short laugh.

“Maybe not yet...but I’m guessing you have.” I smiled and turned to her, leaning close to whisper to her.

“What if I told you..that we could give the Isle of the Lost a taste of Neverland magic?”

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Evil Karma - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Word Count: 1,468

Summary: It turns out that helping Harry “close the Chip Shoppe” had a bit of a different meaning.

Pairings: Harry x OC, mentions of Harry x Uma x OC

Rating: T

Warnings: a couple of swear words, sexual tension, kinky talk/terms, a bit of fluffy!Harry, also a bit of switch!Harry bc there needs to be more of that

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @harper-hook @kirbiejayhook @amityravenclawelf and EVERYBODY ELSE WHO HAS BEEN LIKING THE CHAPTERS THANK YOUUUU!!!

Harry began to lead me through the doors of the Chip Shoppe, a smirk on his face and his unhooked hand in his pocket fiddling around with whatever was inside. Once we got inside, I started to walk toward the back closet where I knew the cleaning supplies had been stored. Then, Harry stepped in front of me, acting as a tall, muscular blockade. I looked up at him, confused yet not letting down my front. “I thought you wanted help closing the shoppe.” He nodded and stayed where he was, unphased by his figure blocking mine.

“I do, but there’s a few things we should talk about before we do…” Harry eyed me up and down, taking time with each glance as if he were gazing at a plate of chocolate cake. “How far have you gone, Sofi?” I could feel a small smile tugging at me. I knew exactly what he meant. But something tells me that this king of chaos isn’t a fan of someone who’s observant. He wants someone aloof, someone who makes him have to be blunt and forceful. Okay, pirate, I’ll play your game.

“With closing up a restaurant? Well, I took over your waiting shift last weekend, I bussed tables, and I swept the floors a couple of nights ago. So I’d say I’ve gone pretty far.” I chuckle and try to walk around him. In a swift response, Harry sticks both of his arms out, his hooked hand leaving a small tear in the wall and his unhooked hand staying stiff against the wall. “What? Now you don’t want help, Hooky?” I could tell that irked him, frustrated him. If he wanted it to be a game, he’d get a game...just not a game he’d win.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sofi, you know what I mean. What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone..guy, girl, doesn’t matter.” We stayed standing across from each other, but I could tell he wanted to get closer. I shrugged my shoulders and took a step closer to him.

“What about you? I’d expect you’re quite the man-whore, right?” I quickly glanced at his blue eyes, keeping contact. After a quick eye roll, he puffs out a devilish laugh.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.” I scrunched my face and smiled innocently. I didn’t know if I was winning, but I knew I was having fun and that was all that mattered.

“Okay...enough with this. Uma and I like you! Not just like you, we...like you like you. Uma didn’t realize it until earlier today so we haven’t been able to talk about it, but now we’re doing something about it so will you please just play along because the longer you string this out the more intriguing it gets and I promised Uma I wouldn’t kiss you without her here!” In an unexpected fit of nervousness, Harry breaks his pose and somehow ends up closer to me with his fingers gently grabbing my chin and tilting my face up towards his.

“That was...surprisingly submissive, it almost sounds like you’re begging. Tell me Harry, do you beg often?” A frustrated yet all too excited grunt is my only response. “Okay, fine. If you must know, I had a few flings back on Neverland. But once I realized I had to be responsible for them, it didn’t feel right. But I’ll admit, I had my favorites.” By now, Harry had released his lingering grip on my chin, but we still remained close to each other. If I listened close enough, I could hear his breath rise and fall.

“Favorites? Like who?”

“Isn’t it a little weird that you’ve taken a liking to me and yet all you want to hear is about past relationships? Are you looking for red flags, Hooky?” I twiddled my fingers around his hook, something I had done before but only as a joke. Now, it seemed to have a different air to it. Now, it felt like a different kind of playful. It felt like the best kind of playful.

“Uma gave me a very specific set of instructions on how to go through this. I’m just doing what my Captain told me to. You understand that, don’t you, duckling?” The nickname intrigued a little more than I would’ve wanted him to know. But it’s what helped me realize that the two of them really did have feelings for me. They planned this together, so they weren’t fighting over me. They both wanted me at once. I’ll admit that it’s a new concept, but it’s not one I could really be opposed to. Harry’s insanity and natural flirtatiousness has excited me since we first saw each other. As the three months of my membership in the crew had passed, more of the little things about Harry seemed to attract me to him.

“His name was Mateo. Mateo Facilier. Right before Dr Facilier got locked up on the Isle, he begged my father to let Mateo live on Neverland because he didn’t want his son living in a prison. We started off as friends. Every time my dad told me to train someone, my mind would go to him. His family was never really experienced in weapons, so I figured he’d need a lot of help. One day, we were sparring and things got...heated.” A part of my mind flashed back to that day, how I used part of the island’s magic to make sure nobody would see us or hear us. I remembered how it felt to tug at his hair, how it felt to scratch down his back, the sound of the waves crashing behind us wasn’t loud enough to cover the sounds we made together. It was such a long time ago, yet with a place like Neverland you never really know how long it has been.

“So, you hooked up and then the two of you started dating?”

“I’m sure that’s what he wished would have happened, yeah. The difference between him and the other flings that I had was that the other flings were one night flings. Mateo was good at what he was doing, so I let him continue. But as time went on, he became more gentle and started talking about commitment. It was just something I wasn’t ready for.” The air started to change. My conversation became less about a game with Harry and more about..consent? Harry began to look a bit doubtful, something I had never seen in the pirate’s eyes before.

“What about now? Do you think you’d be ready for commitment now? Because I’ve got to be honest, Sofi. What Uma and I feel for you isn’t just a fling. It’s not just lust. I don’t think either of us know how to define it just yet..but it’s more than that.” Harry took one of my hands into his, his hook having been removed and left on a nearby table. He really meant what he was saying, I knew that now.

“I like you guys too. The two of you carry these energies around you that are different but..alluring nonetheless. At first I thought it was just the mischief in me but as the months passed, I kept paying attention to the little things. I don’t really know what to call that, either, but I’m willing to try it out and see if it clears things up for me.” His eyes brightened as he grabbed his hook and slipped it back over his left hand.

“That’s the spirit, Island Girl,” he replied with his devilishly playful air returning. It had been as if the nerves and doubt that were previously shown had been some kind of light switch that only I could flicker on and off. I walked over to him and reached into his left pocket. Whatever was inside had been clattering and making noise every time he moved, increasing my curiosity with each sound. The metallic feeling on my fingers mixed with the clinging sound it made as it clashed together helped me put the pieces together. A long chain with a near obsidian color danced along my hand and I looked to Harry in both shock and intrigue.

“I’ve been looking for this. Why’d you take it?”

“Uma found it in your room while you were bussing tables one night, she thought you had certain..uses for it.”

“Well, maybe I do..” I smirked at him as I let the chain dangle and swing like a medallion. “But if you want to find out, fellow first mate, I suggest we wait for our Captain to return. Who knows what she’ll do to us if we have fun without her.” Harry gives a small pout and walks over to the cleaning closet.

“Fine, first mate, I’ll get you the broom.”

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Evil Karma - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,475

Summary: After the uproar at the Chip Shoppe, Sofi encounters a homely view and some unfamiliar, yet fun, feelings.

Pairings: Uma x OC, slight Huma and Harry x OC if you squint at the end

Rating: PG (don’t worry, probably the last PG chapter)

Warnings: major. sexual. tension. seriously. Like no smut but it gets spicy.

Tags: @amityravenclawelf @descendantofthesparrow @harper-hook @kirbiejayhook and anyone else who loves the sea three!

Not too long after the hoo-rah in the Chip Shoppe, Uma had sent me to the ship to keep an eye on the prisoner until the sun set and we would throw her to the sharks. Surprisingly, she was a relatively easy prisoner to work with. Gil had already tied her tight to the mainmast, all I had to do was make sure she didn’t move. I had never been on Uma’s ship before. The first three months in Uma’s crew were mainly spent running robbery errands with Harry and bussing tables at the Chip Shoppe every once in a while. The view from the ship was likely the prettiest thing I had ever seen since arriving on the Isle. The sky was a light blue that had been slightly speckled with grey clouds that hid some of the sun’s rays while other stripes of light peeked through like an excited child behind a tree. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship rendered me nostalgic of the night ocean crashing against Neverland’s sandy shores. I could feel myself start to zone out of my surroundings, paying attention only to the homey sounds of the ocean when I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I quickly stood up, ready to brandish a weapon if needed.

“Easy there, Sofi. It’s just me.” Uma seemed relatively unbothered by my rush to stand guard, it must be something she’s used to seeing. “Harry needs some help closing up the Chip Shoppe tonight. I’ll take care of the prisoner.” As the word prisoner left her lips, a conniving smile spread across her face. I could tell that something had changed in her. She finally reminded her crew who was really in charge and something told me it’d be near impossible for them to forget again. I gave a quick nod and started to depart the ship when I felt a grip on my arm.

“Is there something else I need to do, Captain?” I asked as our eyes met. There were a few seconds of silence, her brown eyes peering into mine. I was about to repeat my question when she let go of my arm and motioned me to sit down next to her.

“You can answer this...why did you stick up for me like that? You’ve only been in this crew for a couple months. And considering your smart-alecky attitude, I would’ve thought you’d have gone against me as well.” Truthfully, I felt a bit betrayed that she’d think I would do such a thing. At the same time, I understand where she’s coming from. Maybe I didn’t grow up on the Isle, but I’ve been here long enough by now to realize that it’s a rare thing for people to stay loyal to each other.

“Whether I’m a smart-aleck or not, Uma, you’re still the Captain. Being a part of a crew is about being loyal to your Captain almost more than it is about taking orders from the Captain. Besides, you showed those boys who was boss way more than I would have.” I took a quick look at her, noticing that she was zoning out into the ocean just as I was before she had arrived. Something about her began to remind me of Neverland itself, but my mind kept itself from figuring out what it was. Then, I remembered. “Was that your first time doing that?”

“Doing what? Tying a prisoner to the mainmast?” Only then did I notice that Daughter Gothel wasn’t too far from us. She hadn’t stopped glaring in my direction since I took over for Gil. I shot her a quick smirk before looking back to Uma.

“No...the whole ‘what’s my name’ thing. You know, reminding your crew who’s in charge? You should do it more often. It seems like that was the thing that got in their heads the most.”

“Really? Why do you say that, Island Girl?” My eyebrows piqued at the nickname. It was the first time Uma had addressed me by anything other than ‘Sofi’ or ‘Daughter of Pan.’ Honestly, I didn’t hate it. But I couldn’t focus too much on it. It was likely some one time joke considering the ‘Island Princess’ nickname given by Daughter Gothel earlier that day. I shook off the name and turned to face her.

“You see...my father was a vicious, power hungry, son of a Croc. But he taught me a lot. He taught me how to master archery, fighting with knives and daggers, hand to hand combat...you know, all the things you need when living on an island with a bunch of rampant young boys. But the best thing he ever taught me, in my opinion, was the power of someone’s name. Everybody’s name carries this certain...energy. You can use that energy to tell what kind of person they are.” Uma remained silent, her face practically screaming confusion. “Okay, think about it like this. My father named me Sofia because he thought I’d be his little girl. He thought I’d be some kind of benevolent princess that’d grow up to be smart but nowhere near powerful and nowhere near a leader. As I got older, he started to call me Sofi because despite the two names being a letter apart from each other, their energies were completely different.”

“How? The only difference is there’s an ‘a’ at the end.”

“I’m fully aware of that, my Captain. The difference is that the name ‘Sofi’ carries energy that’s similar to a cobra. It entices the prey, lures them in and makes them feel safe. Then, just when the prey is most vulnerable...the cobra unhinges its jaw and suffocates them.” Uma tilted her head in interest, subtly nodding her head in agreement. “What do you think of when you hear the name ‘Harry?’ Besides the first mate himself, of course.”

“Um...loyalty? Insanity? Pure, unpredictable chaos? Flirts with anything that walks?”

“You see, Uma, you took the words right out of my mouth. Now take everything you’ve heard, and see what you think of when you hear your name.” Neither of us had previously realized it, but we had somehow gotten a lot closer to each other, our thighs touching each other but our hands remaining on our laps.

“I...I can’t think of anything.”

“I think of power, leadership, the definition of domination summed up into three simple letters. Your crew realized that today when you asked them to say your name. The more you remind them of who’s in charge, Uma, the more they realize that you’re the best person to lead us to victory. So, Captain...if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Uma..” She inched closer to me, what was happening? Neither of us knew, neither of us cared.

“Louder.”

The conniving smirk returns, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness that I had never really seen before. “Uma.”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I heard you, Captain, one more time?” By now, our faces were only an inch apart. She smelled of sea salt, chocolate, and a whole new home. We started to get closer when -

“UMA!” A thick accent rang through the air. Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much for ruining our fun. Uma nonchalantly stood up. I soon followed suit, fiddling with my fingers as I stepped further away from Uma. “AM I GETTING HELP IN THE CHIP SHOPPE OR NOT?”

“Chill, Harry! I’m coming!” I looked over to Uma and shrugged, beginning to walk away when yet another grip had stopped me. This time, the grip was on my hand. “Yes, Uma?” I asked, not knowing whether to tease or forget it had happened.

Uma wanted to tease. She gripped my hand tighter and once again pulled me closer, our lips practically brushing against each other. “How’d you like to be my first mate?” She spoke low yet somehow light. It was music to my ears.

“What about Harry? Isn’t he your first mate?”

“My crew, Sofi, my rules. My crew can have two first mates if I want it to. Don’t worry, Harry won’t mind it. Now go, you’ve got cleaning to do.” She let go of my hand and nudged me towards the deck where Harry had been standing. As I turn to walk off the ship, I see her shoot Harry a quick wink and shout “Be good with her, Harry! She’s new at this!”

“Oh don’t worry Uma!” Harry shouts towards her before looking down at me, his normal yet flirtatious smirk growing larger by the second. “I will..”

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Evil Karma - Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,423

Summary: It’s been three months since Sofi was let into Uma’s crew, and someone tries to overthrow their plans.

Pairings: platonic Uma x OC, Harry x Uma and Harry x OC if you squint

Rating: PG

Warnings: very quick mention of graphic (but not descriptive) violence, Sofi being sarcastic and bitchy as usual

Tags: @amityravenclawelf @descendantofthesparrow and I’ll add more if anyone wants me to!

Three months had passed since that day. Uma, Harry and I grew to be some of the most respected and feared people on the Isle. The crew was rather hesitant to accept me, except for Gil. He was quick to welcome me with open arms and stick loyal to my words. However, only about a month had passed before they realized that if Uma liked me, they had to like me too whether they wanted it or not. The three of us had a plan, the best one yet, we just needed one thing to set it in motion. We had to find a way to get Mal back on the Isle. But with the murderous wench soon to become Lady of the Court, our crew was starting to believe that getting her on the Isle would be impossible.

Most of the crew members kept their mouth shut, knowing that if the wrong thing was said Harry and I would throw them to the sharks. However, there was one patron at the Chip Shoppe in particular that decided to be brave enough to speak up. Uma, Harry and I were out robbing market stands in the nearby bazaar when Gil rushed to us urging us to come back to the shoppe. As we opened the doors, we see some stranger standing on our captain’s table trying to take our crew as her own. “You knuckleheads need to get this through your brain! The only thing little Uma is qualified to do is serve fried clams and wash moldy dishes. If you really think that her and her little gang are strong enough to lead you to Auradon then you don’t deserve to leave the Isle. That’s just a fact!” I rolled my eyes and walked over to where she was standing. For a moment, Uma and Harry gripped onto my arms, restraining me from getting any closer to her. “She’s one of us, Sofi.” Uma whispered, trying to keep neutral but I could tell this was making her just as upset.

“With all due respect, Captain, if she were really one of us she wouldn’t be doing this. I’m not going to let her make our crew look like a bunch of cowards when at least one of us has the guts to say something. I won’t let her trash talk you like this.” I got myself free from their loose grips and stood on the table, now face to face with her. “So..you don’t think Uma makes a good Captain, do you?” She tossed her long black curls and crossed her arms as she turned to face me.

“No, I don’t. Neither would Harry, neither would Gil, and I would toss myself into a herd of alley cats before I see you become Captain, miss Island Princess.” I chuckled at the nickname and stepped closer.

“Good thing I’m not Captain then..but I must ask, if you really really don’t believe Uma makes a good Captain, then who would be a good Captain to you? Because clearly everybody here cares about your definition of a Captain.” I sarcastically bit back, knowing well enough what her answer would be.

“I say that I should be Captain. Unlike Uma, I have the guts to lead us to victory.” She turned up her nose and sauntered around the table like some queen on a red apple carpet. “My mother taught me everything I need to know.” So now she wants to talk about parents? Okay, Ms. Priss, I can play that game.

“Oh, your mother? And who would that be? I’d say Lady Tremaine but..then I would’ve seen you when robbing her salon. Is it Yzma? The both of you have the same...skeleton like features.” A few laughs from the crew can be heard across the restaurant, Harry’s included. I smiled and shot him a quick wink before turning back to the girl.

“Excuse me! If you must know, my mother is Mother Gothel.” Without thinking, a large mocking laugh came out of me.

“Mother Gothel! Oh god, you are either incredibly narcissistic or incredibly stupid.” I turned to face the crew, who had kept their eyes on us through the entire conversation. “In case any of you swashbucklers need a quick history lesson, Mother Gothel was locked on the Isle because she kept a young girl in a tower for most of her life just to use her as a..magic slave of sorts. Why did she do such a thing? What did she use the magic for? Was Mother Gothel secretly using this girls’ magic to rebel against a corrupt kingdom with bigoted ideas? Was Mother Gothel trying to bring back glory to her name that had previously been wrongly tarnished? No...she kept this magic slave because she was afraid of aging.” I turned and stepped closer to ‘Daughter Gothel,’ a cold, deadly glare striking into her like a knife. “Mother Gothel wasn’t a leader, she didn’t fight for beliefs or for the underrated outcasts. Mother Gothel was cowardice, vain, and deserved every loss she received. Now..if what you say is true, that your mother taught you everything you know, then you wouldn’t just be a bad captain…” I dig my finger into her chest, nearly pushing her off the table she was standing on. “...you’d be the worst pirate this Isle has ever seen.” As the girl fell off the table and onto the ground, rowdy pirates began to gather around her. From the look on her face, she had a sense of what would come next. As Uma walks toward the girl, I hold out my hand, inviting her to stand on the table. She smirks as she takes my hand and steps onto the table. Harry soon grabs her hand and joins the two of us.

“So...Captain...what should we do to her?” Harry asks, looking at the girl the way a lion looks at their wounded prey. He leans into her to whisper “Might I suggest hooking her limb from limb? Maybe...ripping her guts open and hoisting her corpse like a new sail?” Harry piqued with enthusiasm. If I were still new to the Isle, maybe I’d been shocked. However, by now I knew that this was just how he behaved. If you were on his good side, he’d be mischievously flirty while trying to get a rise out of you. If he hated you, he’d make sure the last thing you’d see was his prized hook digging into your chest.

Uma raises her hand at a ‘come here’ motion. Gil quickly rushes over to her, looking up in a sweet kind of anticipation. “Take this scrap below deck. Make sure she doesn’t move a muscle..” As Gil swiftly follows her command, Uma turns to the crowd of pirates. “And anyone who dares to speak against me and my crew again can follow in her shoes! Am I understood?” A roar echoes from the crowd of pirates, indicating that they knew who was in charge. “Name the Captain of this crew!”

“UMA!” The crowd screams, a sense of adrenaline filling them.

“Name the girl who’s going to lead us all to Auradon!”

“UMA!”

“What’s my name?” She looks at Harry, a smile on her face. He takes off his hat and kneels to her as a knight would kneel to his princess.

“Uma…” He responds in a level slightly above a whisper. A small sound of contentment rose from the pirate’s mouth as she gently ran her hand through his messy black hair. It was then that Uma grabs my hand and shoots me a smile saying ‘thank you.’ She takes a step closer to me and tightens her grip on my hand.

“What’s my name?” She asks me, eyeing me up and down. A rush of some strange feeling begins to course through my veins. I could feel my heart beating slightly faster than usual. I knew staying silent would’ve either confused her or set her off. But even so, even if I wanted to stay silent, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Uma.” Just the name seemed to carry such a powerful and dominant energy. Maybe that’s why she had us say it. We needed to know who was in charge. And, in all honesty, I wouldn’t have anybody else lead us to Auradon.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,753

Pairings: none yet

Summary: A new VK arrives on the isle with no clue of what has happened to her ‘almost family

Rating: whole story will be a T rating (with some chapters being M) but this chapter is relatively PG

Warnings: mentions of (not graphic) death, just overall anger and villainy

I awoke in a haze with a sharp pain in my back and shoulders. The last thing I remembered was using one of my father’s old trinkets to make a portal. The special thing with portals is that they could take you anywhere as long as you focused on where you wanted to go. What sucked about that was I had never been anywhere else before...therefore I had no place to focus on. This must have been where the portal placed me. I forced myself to stand and took a look around me. One thing I could immediately tell was that I was on some sort of island from the familiar scent of salty seawater hitting me. As I continued to look around, however, I knew this island was nowhere near familiar. Everything felt so incredibly overcrowded. Trash, dirt, and flies invaded the space around me. It was only a few more seconds before I noticed people bumping into me without a second thought. Some of them girls, some of them boys, some of them tall and mischievous, others were small and unknowing of their actions. One thing they all had in common? They all tried to steal something from me.

Pickpocketing was something I had learned from my father at quite a young age. He told me that the boys where we lived were ‘incredibly lost souls’ and ‘may not know how to react to someone who looked like me.’ His answer to that problem was to teach me as much as he could. So that’s what he did. I learned all the ways of my home’s magic, figured out how to harness and use it as a sort of...persuasion, and became the best on the island with a bow and arrow. It was because of all I had learned that anyone who tried to steal from me had failed. Until one person in particular had brought a bit of a challenge.

As soon as I felt him bump against my hip, I dodged any further contact and went for my dagger, as per usual. However, when I brandished my dagger, I was met with something I never thought I’d see: a rusted hook made of silver. No way. No way this could be true. “Hook…” I mumbled, standing down from my fighting stance and running through the crowded alley.

“Wait, you know me? But I don’t know you! Come back, you runt!” I hear a confused, aggressive yell in response and before I knew it, he was chasing me. As I hurried past the people in the alley, I ran past names that looked all too familiar. Lady Tremaine...Dr Facilier...Mother Gothel...it was at this point that I finally knew where I was. I knew my father and I had lost. My magic wouldn’t work here, my boys were likely too far gone, and I’d have to start all over. It wasn’t until I saw the hooked man’s figure in front of me that I realized I had stopped dead in my tracks. “How do you know me? One of the street rats tell you about me?” His accent was thick, incredibly hard to understand, yet it spoke to him. Something about his voice added to his madness, his unpredictability.

“I don’t know you...well, I don’t know your face, at least. Our parents knew each other. It was kind of a love-hate relationship.” I responded, taking in his face. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that he looked intriguing. His hair was a dark black and looked extremely messy, as if the chaotic life of a pirate had tossed it around. Despite attempting to darken his eyes with eyeliner, his eyes’ color matched the blue of the ocean from my home island. His face was incredibly structured and, like his hook, his jaw was sharp enough to cut. “My father was Peter Pan.” At the name, his eyes lit up.

“So you’re the famous Sofia Pan? Goodness, my father told stories about yours almost every night!” He stepped away from me, almost completely throwing away his intimidating aura and letting a playful smile grow onto his face. “I thought your father placed that one spell on Auradon to make them think he was a hero...what are you doing here?”

“Well, you’re right about that...I’m gonna be honest, I don’t remember much. All I know is I wouldn’t be here if Neverland was still intact. I guess you could say I’m on my own now…” Things were silent for a few seconds before he looked to me and gestured to what looked to be some kind of restaurant.

“Maybe not… come with me, Sofia Pan. Let me show you how to take the Isle of the Lost and hook it like it’s nothing!”

“Oh, you can just call me Sofi. If you want.”

“Harry Hook. It’s nice to put a face to your name, Sofi.” And with that, he led me further down the alley into what I could assume was some kind of plaza. We were much closer to the ocean and a lot farther away from the pickpocketing ‘street rats.’ I had started to notice during our walk that most people either respected and followed Harry Hook or were scared of him to the point where they’d do anything he asked whether they wanted to or not. Eventually, we came upon Ursula’s Fish and Chips Shoppe. “Uma is going to absolutely love you! We’ve got girls on the ship, yeah, but if you’re anything like your father...well we’ll just see what happens.” A smirk began to return to the young pirate’s face. Something in my gut began to tell me that this would be a bit more intense than I thought. Was this a good idea?

“The chip shoppe looked just as run down as the rest of the Isle, the only difference being an overall theme of the sea and a tiny television tucked by a long table at the front of the restaurant. Standing by said television was a sight I nearly felt honored to behold. Her skin was smooth and matched the wood of the table she stood behind. Her hair was tightly braided, combining white, black, and a shade of blue that matched the sea close to what I used to call home. She had a bitter glint in her eye but I could tell she wasn’t the type to wallow in her problems. “Harry! It’s about time you came back...where’s the money?” She spoke with certainty, domination, like she knew that she was in charge. In all honesty, the assertiveness in her voice was almost as intriguing as Harry’s accent.

“Right here, my Captain. I have something else for you..a bit of an unexpected guest.” He abruptly pushed me towards her and our eyes met for the first time. After a few seconds, Uma snapped out of a momentary daze and looked to Harry.

“Who is this? Are you trying to set Gil up again? I mean, come on Harry...I don’t think she’d be his type.” She began to eye me up and down, as if she were checking me for anything that could threaten her or her crew.

“No...this isn’t for Gil. Uma, I would like you to meet the wickedly infamous Sofia Pan.” Her eyes widened at the name, was I really that well known on the Isle? “Well...she said that Sofi was fine enough, but I figured you’d want to know her rotten legacy.” With emphasis on the word rotten, I was reminded of where I had come from.

When my father first created Neverland, he had relatively wholesome intentions. He wanted to take boys who felt unloved and unwanted to a place where they could do what they wanted without fear of what others would think. But as he continued to live on the island, Neverland’s magic grew stronger and infected him with madness and the undying desire for power and control. He began forcing his Lost Boys to live on the island, using magic if he had to. He once made a magic Pan Flute that he would take with him across the kingdom and use its song to lure all of the young boys away from their parents and off to Neverland.

By the time I was born, my father was completely corrupted by the magic of the island. His darkness was all I knew. However, it did have its benefits. He taught me to never take no for an answer. He taught me to look in the eyes of authority and say ‘you can’t control me.’ Little did he know that would be his demise…

“So your father had the power to fool an entire kingdom into thinking he was the good guy? I honestly don’t know whether I should be jealous that I wasn’t in your shoes or intrigued by what that could mean for you.” She kept her arms crossed and firm, but I could tell that I wasn’t her victim. Not today, at least.

“If you must know…” I stepped closer to her, leaving Harry in a state of surprise. I guess he must have thought that I’d be hesitant. The poor naive boy, he has no idea just how easily I can charm someone. “It means I’m an expert archer, I know how to reel boys into shape, and I can be..incredibly persuasive.”

“Incredibly persuasive? What does that have to do anything? Your Neverland magic isn’t going to work here.” Harry questioned, trying to act as a barrier between me and his Captain.

“It means she can get anyone to do anything...and we need that here.” Uma grabbed Harry by his hook and gently pushed him to the side. The way the two looked at each other was almost affectionate. It wasn’t my business to question what they had with each other, and something told me that I would soon find out as long as I kept my mouth shut.

Our conversation was quickly interrupted by the sound of the television being switched on. “Hey Uma! Harry! The VKs are on the Auradon News again!” Uma rolled her eyes as she looked towards the television. What I heard next sent shivers down my spine.

“Alright Meeko, this is Nakoma here with the latest update on Auradon’s newest heartthrobs. Our four VKs, Carlos, Jay, Evie and Mal informed us last week of the wicked corruption behind Peter Pan, a hero that we all thought we knew and loved. It turns out, when villains were being sent to the Isle of the Lost, Peter Pan used his Neverland Magic to enchant the entire kingdom of Auradon so he wouldn’t be locked with the rest of the villains. It’s a good thing evil magic doesn’t work on the Isle, because if it weren’t for these core four, we never would have known about it! I’m here with Mal, daughter of Maleficent and current partner of our King Ben, who has just returned from seizing this corrupt island. So Mal, can you describe the events that took place during this battle?” The news anchor gives her microphone to a skinny girl with purple hair, green eyes, and an obviously fake smile.

“Well, the first thing we did was search for Peter Pan himself. He had quite the army built up, it was probably one of the most difficult battles the VKs and I have faced. However, I can happily say that Neverland is completely empty, never to be inhabited again.”

“So did you ever find Peter Pan? And what of the Lost Boys living on the island? Are they all on the Isle now?”

“We couldn’t find Peter Pan anywhere, we can only assume that he fled away. He’s never been one for bravery, after all.” The reporter laughed with Mal before continuing her tangent. “As for the Lost Boys, I can say that they were...properly taken care of.” I could feel the fire rising in my eyes. I remember now, I remember it all.

I could feel Harry and Uma shift their eyes towards me, their crew following suit like a pack of sheep. They killed my Lost Boys...she killed my Lost Boys. Out of pure rage and impulse, I grabbed pieces of the fish guts from some pirate’s tray and chucked it at the television. “You murderous wench! You heartless, cold coward! I swear to all that is wicked if I ever see you I’ll -” Next thing I knew, I felt two pairs of arms around me pulling me down from the table I was standing on. There was Harry, looking at me with almost a sense of concern, and a blonde pirate looking at me like a confused puppy. Uma quickly switched off the television and put her hand on the blonde’s shoulders.

“Gil...I just realized that our new sail hasn’t been set up yet. How about you take the rest of the crew and get that taken care of, huh?” He jumped at the idea and led the rest of the pirates out of the restaurant, leaving me, Uma, and Harry all alone. Did I know what she had planned for me? No. Did I care? Not really. This ‘Mal’ and her friends had slaughtered the only family I had, and I wanted revenge. “Well, I guess now we have a common enemy.” Uma said to Harry, slowly shifting her direction to me.

I tsked and looked to her. “What, she killed your family too? Who does this purple haired traitor think she is? And since when were VKs allowed in Auradon?” Harry rolled his eyes and threw some scrap fish at the screen.

“Since three months ago. King Ben chose four VKs to come live on Auradon for some kind of ‘second chance.’ He wanted to start with the baddest of the bad. Son of Jafar, son of Cruella De Vil, daughter of the Evil Queen...and apparently, the daughter of Maleficent was the most rotten of them all. He whisked those posers off to a better life and left the rest of us in the dirt.” Uma replied, scowling at a poster of the ‘core four’ that had since been vandalized with classic pirate graffiti reading ‘we ride with the tide.’

“What I wouldn’t give to wipe the smiles off their faces…” Harry drifted off, wiping a piece of fish from the television and slipping it into his mouth with his finger.

It was then that an idea had popped into my head. Would it be hard to pull off? Of course it would be...but the victory would be oh so worth it. I sit on the long table behind me and look Uma straight in the eye. “What if we did more than that?”

The two pirates piqued their eyebrows in interest. Clearly I was winning them over. I’m not saying I’m completely surprised but given Uma’s sense of domination I figured it’d be much harder to get her to listen. I guess you learn something every day. “More than wiping smiles off their faces? Explain…”

“Mal and her little group of friends left you and your crew to rot, when you clearly deserve to be on Auradon more than she does. She also had the gall to go after my home and take everything I once held close to me. As you said, we have a common enemy.”

“Yeah...I still don’t know what you’re entailing here.” Harry mumbled, now leaning on his Captain’s shoulder.

“What if she got a taste of her own medicine? She left you out to dry and she tore apart my family...so we take her little group and tear them limb from limb until she feels all alone, just as she deserves. My village pillaging friends...what I’m proposing is an act of karma so sinister that Princess Purple here will wish she was never born.” Harry and Uma’s eyes begin to light up. Harry’s mad smirk returns and Uma mischievously chuckles before going to sit on the table next to me.

“You know Sofi, our crew needs someone like you…”

“Funny you say that, Uma. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

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