Lost boy 2
Part 2
Harry hook X Reader
Word count: 1127
Summary: Y/n has a secret, and it's out to Harry. Also, Chad Charming is a dick.
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse in the past, swearing, violence, and talks about loss of mothers.
A/n: people have asked why I added abuse and death to this series, and my answer is this: Just because the reader is from Auradon, that doesn't protect her from a horrible childhood. Both the AKs and VKs suffer, and I wanted to show that. Also, our reader is a warrior, and a warrior fights every battle that comes to her. And I feel I needed to show how badass this girl gets.
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I woke up early, Harry was still asleep. I put the make up on again. Dammit, my blankets are ruined. I'll deal with that later. I was ready for Chad. My plan was to A) punch him in the mouth and B) kick him in the balls. It seemed like a good idea, so that was what I was prepping myself to do. I have done it before, but I still need convincing.
"Mornin Lost boy." I heard from the corner. "Morning Harry. By the way, it's the weekend. So, no classes. But please get your homework done. And also, we've practice at five o' clock. Don't be late." I deadpanned. I was ready to kill Chad, and go to dance class. "Lass, what's wrong?" Asked Harry, that boy knew me too well. "Nothing, why?" I asked, I wasn't very convincing. "Well, your wearing make up, your in a bad mood and your telling me to not be late as if I don't know if I'm late you will more than likely kill me. Also, we both know I have a thing for not doing homework, you don't ask anymore. So, what wrong?" Dammit. Harry was too observant and knew me too well. "Nothing, I'm tired." I said, very monotoned, not in the mood for this. "Lass, if something's wrong, tell me." "I will, I promise." But I had my fingers crossed. I can't let Harry fight my battles, I'll look weak and I can do this myself. Let's kill it today. Or maybe just the not so charming, prince Chad.
"Ah, Lost Rat, I was looking for you." Said Chad, I quipped back "Really, is there nothing else for you to do other than to follow and annoy me?" At the minute I'm beyond caring.
"I promised you hell."
"I'm about to promise you a kick in the balls, leave me alone." I deadpanned, but I meant it.
"Oh please Lost Rat, there is no way you would fight someone. Anyways, it's not like your brave enough to fight me, or did your mother teach you bravery? Oh wait she's dea- aggghhhh!" Chad taunted, but he didn't get to finish, as he was swiftly given a kick in the balls and a punch in the mouth by me.
"Don't you dare speak of my mother, and don't you dare talk to me again." And I left him there. Off to dance practice I go.
Of course, Harry happened to be sat at the back of my dance class, just after I beat up Chad. I walked in and threw my gym bag to the floor. "Whats wrong?" He mouthed to me. I ignored him and went straight into our first routine.
I don't think I've ever danced harder. Sweat was running down my face, and the second Esmeralda dismissed us, Harry was at my side asking what was wrong.
"Nothing. Okay?" I almost shouted, but kept a small amount of cool. Harry looked at me apprehensively, and then looked at my face. But of course, the makeup was messed up with sweat, so Harry saw it, and he didn't like what he saw.
"Lost boy.... Your eye? WHO DID IT? WAS IT CHAD? I'LL KILL HIM." Harry shouted, not at anger to me but anger to whoever hurt me. "Come with me." And I walked back to our dorm, he followed in silence. On our way there, Audrey stopped me. "What did you do to Chad?" She demanded, and I said with as much calmness as possible "it's his own fault, now get out of my way or I'll make you, remember the nose job you had to get? Don't make it another." And she sprinted out of my way as fast as she could in her impossibly high-heels.
I got to our room and threw the door open, Harry walked quickly in, and I slammed it shut.
"Well?" Harry demanded, somehow his voice full of care, anger and frustration. "I got into a fight with Chad a few hours ago." I explained, I'm very hot headed so not shouting was a struggle. "No, that's not it. That's some of it. Chad can't give people black eyes, and you've been wearing makeup since yesterday. What. Is. The. Matter?" Again, with the strange voice balance, and no smirk, Harry was ready to kill. I don't scare easily, so I said "Nothing. Sweet Tiger Lily, who was your mother? Nosey McGee?" I was now shouting aswell. "Well, wouldn't you know all about mothers. Unlike you, I don't know who my mother is!" Harry shouted, his accent getting thicker. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Good joke, because I know who my mother is, and she's definitely safe at home, not dead and decayed on the ocean floor." I shouted, my voice filled with sarcasm. "What?" Harry wasn't yelling anymore, he was... Sad. That's something I've never seen before. Slowly, the Harry I knew was falling apart. "She died when I was four. This is all I have left of her." And I showed Harry the Hitlebrande, my mother's cutlass, full of Gaelic magic. And her necklace, I haven't took it off since she gave it to me all those years ago, but I kept it hidden, and I have no idea if people know of it's magic, but I can't risk it being stolen. As for the sword, it can't kill an friend. If you try, it'll turn and kill you instead, so, that's all I've left. "Do you remember her?" Asked Harry, you wouldn't believe what person he was under the guyliner. "Not really. But she had short, boyish hair, wore boy clothes, taught me to control the balance of Gael magic, and gave me these two things before she left for her last voyage, that she never completed.
The sea queen of Connacht, taken down by a strong storm, huge rocks and not so friendly pirates. She didn't have the Hitlebrande, and she died. Thats why I never leave it away from me. She died without it at her side, so I won't make her mistake. The necklace, it's been in my family for centuries, only taken off to give to the next heir. It's a control of our Gaelic magic. Take it off, I lose my power. It's stolen or destroyed, so is all Gaelic power. These two are the only two magical items that Fairy Godmother doesn't know about. My mother and father never liked her, and neither do I. My mother, some don't believe her dead, but I felt it. They don't know I've Hitlebrande. I plan to keep it that way." I finished, I almost cried, but a true Irish pirate doesn't cry for the dead. They celebrate the life. So I held it in.