Author's note: Heyyy this is a request.
Pairings: Harry Hook x TheBigBadWolf'sDaughter!reader
Genre: Slow burn¿? I guess
Summary: The Big Bad Wolf’s daughter hides her wolf powers on the Isle until a persistent pirate shows up.
Warnings: Use of y/n and my grammar. (My first language isn't English)
The Isle always smelled of rust, smoke, and salt. You'd grown used to it, the constant chaos, the muted screams, the veiled threats. Being the daughter of the Big Bad Wolf had given you a bit of a… reputation. The others either avoided you completely or stared too hard at the subtle signs: amber-yellow eyes that burned like hot coals in the dark, ears slightly pointed, small sharp fangs, and claws you did your best to hide. But no one was brave enough to confront you. Not when your father, the Isle's most skilled blacksmith, was said to forge blades so sharp they could cut through bone.
You liked the quiet life in your cabin, deep into the woods, where the howls of distant stray dogs were the closest you came to magic. Because on the Isle, there was no magic. No shape shifting. No superhuman strength. No super speed. Just instincts. And yours were screaming at you the day you met Harry Hook.
Uma had commissioned you to bring a freshly-smithed lot of knives to the Shark's Wharf. You hadn't given it a second thought… until you spotted him. Leaning indolently against a wooden pillar, pirate hat askew, silver hook flashing in the light. Harry Hook was peril wearing smirks and leather. His sea-blue eyes found you immediately, measuring you the way a predator eyes prey. And then he smiled, slow and sharp.
"Y/N, yeah?" his accent curled around your name like honey and venom. "Didn't know the Big Bad Wolf had such a… lovely little pup."
You stopped, your golden eyes narrowing.
Harry chuckled, low and amused, shoving off from the post.
"Oh, don't worry, love. I ain't bitin'… yet."
You rolled your eyes, thrusting the knives into Uma's hands without a second glance at him. Yet even when you'd walked off, you could sense it, his eyes drilling holes into your back.
Harry wouldn't quit. You saw him at the market the next week. Then again at the docks. Then in the alley behind the bazaar. Wherever you went, that smirk was present.
"Fancy seein' you here, wolfie," he teased one night, leaning on his hook like he had nothing but time.
"Do you… ever leave me alone?" you snarled, shoving past him.
"Not if you keep lookin' at me like that."
You halted, face burning.
He leaned in close, his lips tracing the curve of your pointed ear.
"Like you wanna bite me, love."
Your claws nearly made an appearance.
Weeks passed. You told him you hated him. You told him you weren't interested. You told him it was best to stay away. And yet… Harry Hook persisted. Through stolen glances and biting comments, he broke down your barriers. There were the nights at the docks where he'd talk about the sea, about freedom, about what it would be like to leave the Isle.
"One day," he muttered, gazing out at the horizon, "I'm leavin' this rock. And when I do… I want you with me, wolfie."
You didn't say anything. But inside, you hoped the same.
And then it happened. Auradon called your name. You stepped across the Isle's barrier for the very first time in your life, and the moment your boots touched real, living grass… something inside you awakened. It started off subtle. The air had a crisper smell. Your ears became sharper. Your heartbeat became louder. But then..
Pain. White-hot, soul-tearing, bone-shattering pain.
"Y/N!" Harry's voice cracked as he caught you just before you hit the ground. "What's going on, love?!"
You were unable to speak. Unable to breathe. Your claws tore up the dirt, your chest shaking as every muscle twisted and broke and reformed. Your shrieks tore apart the quiet night.
And then it stopped. When you opened your eyes, your reflection stared back in the nearby lake. only it wasn't your reflection anymore. Golden eyes gleamed brighter. Your fangs were pointier. Your body more powerful. The wolf inside you had finally emerged.
Harry crouched beside you, still holding his hook tightly, ocean blue eyes round.
"Hell…" he muttered, half frightened, half mesmerized. "Suppose I'm not the only lethal one now, eh, wolfie?"
The full moon rose high above the tree tops, spilling silver light over your skin. You felt powerful for the first time. Invincible. Alive. But deep within, you noticed it, the fear in Harry's eyes.
He held out a hand, fingertips brushing against yours. "So… d'you promise not to eat me, love?"
You sneered, letting your claws catch the moonlight. "No promises, pirate."
And for the first time in his life. Harry Hook didn't know if he wanted to kiss you, or run for his life.
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