Harry let out a huff as he rushed through the crowded theater, a hand in is as he pulled them to their front seats. He showed his date their seat and then took his seat next to them, using his dimmed phone flashlight to help them read the program. He smiled as he saw your name in bold letters on the front; ‘final debut of (y/n) Charming as the sugar plum fairy; please help us all wish her well in her retirement’
Harry’s date gasped in delight as the lights dimmed, the curtain rose, and the ‘nutcracker’ began. Their eyes were on each and every bit of set design, costume, dancer, and sound as the Auradon ballet troupe performed their greatest retention of the nutcracker since (y/n)’s first debut as the sugar plum fairy all those years ago.
Harry chuckled as his date grasped his hand, their eyes, and his own sparking as you appeared on stage, absolutely ethereal in your encrusted tutu. Your face poised and perfect in a practiced expression, passion clear in your eyes and body as you danced the stage with your partner. You locked eyes with Harry and his date, smiling brightly as Harry blew a kiss, his date excitedly waving to you as you continued to dance.
Harry tilted his head a bit as Chad sat next to him in the empty seat, looking worried as you danced “did I miss anything?” Chad asked in a whisper, and Harry shook his head “she jus’ started” he whispered back “maybe about a minute but tha’s it” Chad nodded, adjusting the colorful bouquet in his hands, smiling as Harry’s date greeted him.
Soon your solo came on, Harry’s date practically bouncing in their seat as you perfectly performed the dance of the sugar plum fairy, gracefully moving about the stage, and Harry had a flashback to when he first saw you at the studio, performing Pirouette’s with ease. He smiled, leaning forward in his seat, his heart still fluttering at the sight of you as you were illuminated by the spotlight.
He couldn't take his eyes off you when you were on stage, no matter what was happening, he couldn’t and wouldn’t. you spotted his stare and had to hold in a laugh, Harry’s date giggling as she noticed you doing so. Soon, the performance ended and the entire theater burst into applause, cheering as each dancer came up from behind the curtain. Harry’s date covered their ears as you came out with your partner, laughing as the entire theater became so loud you couldn’t hear your own heart, dozens of roses were thrown on stage. Harry took the one from his date's lap and a crystal rose from his jacket and threw them to you, your brother throwing his at the same time; you caught them with ease, cooing at the iridescent sheen of the crystal rose. You smiled directly at him and bowed, Harry bowing back with that smile of his.
You bowed to your partner, and he bowed back, the two of you about to walk back to the wings when he pushed you back into center stage; bowing to you once again and then to the audience. He went behind the curtain, allowing you a proper send-off from the audience as they continued to cheer for you. you wiped away a tear from your cheek, waving to the audience, bowing again, and picking up as many roses as you could as you made your way off stage.
The curtains drew open completely and the entire cast took a bow, smiling as you were handed several large and colorful bouquets. You had to set them on the ground, prioritizing the ones given to you by Harry, his date, and your brother. You bowed again, the smile never leaving your face as the cast then bowed to you. you thanked them, and the curtains closed. Harry took his date's hand and stood, Chad following them backstage, the guard letting the three through with a smile.
“Mommy~!” Harry’s date, your 11-year-old daughter, cheered out as she spotted you. you turned, still in your tutu, a wide grin on your face as she ran towards you. your fellow dancers cooed and giggled as Arella ran into your arms, laughing as you picked her up and spun her around once, holding her close as your husband and brother walked closer, both smiling.
“hi baby” you cooed, kissing Arella’s cheek as she did her best to kiss you back “did you enjoy the show?” she nodded erratically, curling her arms around your neck as you stayed at her level, smiling as she told you about all her favorite parts. Anita and Javis both greeted Harry as they walked past to get back into their civilian clothes and he waved back, turning his attention to you as you stood, an adoring smile on your lips as you walked towards him, Arella’s hand in yours.
“Hello meh queen” Harry whispered, leaning forward and kissing you, curling his fingers under your chin as you leaned into him. “wonderful job, as always,” he said as you pulled away, taking your free hand and kissing your knuckles, winking as you giggled. You turned to Chad, who slammed into you with a hug as you laughed loudly “you were amazing (y/n), im so proud of you” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking slightly from his intense emotions.
You let out a small laugh and hugged your brother back tightly. Arella walked over to Harry and held her arms up at him, laughing as he easily picked her up and set her on his hip. You pulled away from Chad and kissed Arella’s cheek, then kissed Harry again; to which both Chad and Arella made fake gagging noises, though Arella was all too happy to actually be grossed out “im going to change, then we can go get dinner” you said as you pulled away, swinging your hand with Harry’s for a moment and then walking away, grabbing your bag with all your clothes and walking off to the changing room.
“I’m gonna be like mommy when I’m grown,” Arella said, proudly and confidently. And Harry beamed, kissing her cheek as Chad chuckled fondly. “does that include marrying a vk?” Chad teased and Harry subtly kicked his leg, Chad stumbling back as Arella grinned, one all too much like Harry’s. “yep! Imma marry Devon!” Harry snorted, Evie and Doug’s kid, just a year older than Arella, and took after their mother.
Chad groaned, but it was one of fondness and he shook his head, jumping back as Harry swung at him “hey!”. “boys” you sighed as you walked back over to them, waving goodbye to your now former dance mates and wrapping your arm around Harry’s free one “come on, let’s go~” Arella cheered, chanting ‘ice cream’ as the four of you exited the dressing room and made your way out of the theater. Harry lifted your left hand, love and adoration still clear in his eyes as he kissed your rings.
You smiled back, the passion he had ignited so many years ago still burning just as bright as you tucked into his side, sighing happily as you exited the theater into your retirement. “so what happens after this?” Chad asked as you reached the cars, and you hummed with a smile, setting your bag into the trunk as Harry set Arella down and held the car door open for her as she climbed in and buckled up.
“well” you started, shrugging on your jacket and crossing your arms, leaning against Harry as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “im actually going to become a dance teacher, at the old studio? Esméralda is retiring in a month, and I’ll be taking her place.” Chad smiled and nodded, opening his car door as Harry kissed your cheek “dope, I’ll see you two at the restaurant” Chad said, and the two of you climbed into your car.
And after a night of fun, the three of you were all tuckered out, and Harry was carrying Arella back into your little ‘castle’ which was more of a castle-themed cottage. Like the one Evie had gotten after graduation. You watched as Harry gently woke up Arella, helped her get changed into her pj’s (she was too sleepy to get them on herself, plus she was purposely being a limp noodle), and then waited for him in the living room.
You smiled as he walked toward you, two glasses of rum in his hand. He sat down next to you and went to hand you one of the glasses but you declined it “but yeh love this stuff?” Harry asked, pouting a bit as he set the now discarded glass on the coffee table. You hummed, nodding and shrugging at the same time. “I do, but” you took his now free hand, resting it on your stomach, grinning as Harry’s eyes widened and his face turned pink with excitement “I shouldn't drink it for the next seven months”
Harry set down his drink with a bang and jumped you, laughing as you shrieked, your arms and legs wrapping around him as Harry kissed you over and over, trailing from your forehead to your navel, pausing as he reached your lower belly; rubbing his thumb gently across your skin. “I can't wait ta meet yeh” he whispered, kissing your skin then moving back up; pressing his lips to yours in a long, slow, and passionate kiss. “I love yeh” Harry whispered as he pulled away slightly, your lips still touching and his breath coursing across your face.
“I love you too” you whispered, back, pulling him back into you; kissing your beloved husband late into the night as your firstborn child slept peacefully in her room, dreams filled with dancing and laughter.
-end of regained passion-
AHHHHHHH ITS DONE~! I FINISHED~ I STARTED THIS BACK IN MAY OF LAST YEAR AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT~! AND IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT~! AND I HOPE YALL ARE TOO~!
Regained Passion - Harry Hook x reader - Part 9 - The performance
the performances
the outfits (just urs n Harry’s lol)
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It was so close; the end of spring performance was less than a month away. The theater was being set up, costumes in their last fittings, practices extending and turning to everyday experiences, and tickets being sold by the minute as June 21st came ever closer.
Right now you were with Harry in the studio, practicing your star routine for hours on end. Esméralda had nearly cried when she had seen you two enact the full dance after the rest of the class had performed theirs. And as the performance loomed ever closer, you were bursting at the seams to finally tell Harry you had fallen in love with him, and what you didn’t know; is that Harry was feeling the same way.
Ever since his almost expulsion and return to the isle he had felt he needed to tell you about his true feelings. You knew he liked you, enough to start dating, but you didn’t know he loved you, so much his heart hurt when you were away.
So he decided he would tell you after the performance, after all, what better time to tell you after you both performed to tell a story about two people falling in love. And you had chosen to do the same, taking your time enjoying the sparks that run through your veins when you held Harry’s hand, the butterflies that flooded your senses when he held your waist, the flush of your skin when he smiled at you, his eyes soft and sweet.
Uma, Jane, Mal, and Evie all laughed with each other watching the two of you interact, always so close, so affectionate in ways only those in love would be capable of. Your parents and grandfather were dying to see you take the relationship to the next level, even if that level was a simple kiss; since you both had yet to do so.
Chad had been given a harsh punishment for attempting to essentially ruin Harry’s life, all his electronics taken away, being expelled from Auradon prep, his credit cards taken away, was put under personal tutoring of Fairy godmother and his mother, and took a job under food service just to teach him some humility.
You and Harry had cackled for a good five minutes after hearing about your rotten brother's punishment. You both thought it was well deserved, and it was; Chad had truly tried to ruin Harry’s life over a false suspicion.
A week before the performance, the classes involved had a cast party, convening in the theater, admiring the decorations and set design as everyone enjoyed pizza, wings, sodas, beer (for the 21 and older dancers), music, games, and each other’s company. You and Harry sat at the edge of the stage, some of your friends sitting to your right as Harry listened to Anita telling a story about one of her recent visits to the Auradon state amusement park. It was mostly about her date with the dark-haired beauty from her English class “they were so sweet” Anita cooed, holding her face as she flushed from the memories “they gave me a bouquet and everything” her French accent was thick as she ranted, the other girls giggling along with her.
You looked at Harry, who raised his brow “you haven't gotten me a bouquet yet?” you teased and Harry’s eyes widened, slightly panicking “was-was I supposed ta’?” Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, your friends giggling at his antics as you shook your head, smiling as you patted his knee which started to bounce “I don’t need gifts to know you think of me, I just need you” again, your friends cooed as Harry flushed, hiding his face by turning and grabbing his last slice of pizza.
“you two are soooo cute” Emma sang, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you a bit as you laughed, turning to her with a smile of pure happiness. “thank you,” you said honestly, side hugging her as she giggled. You both continued to laugh as Harry covered his face with his hands, peeking at you between his fingers. He was just so damn cute “Harry?” he perked up, turning to look behind him to see Bert and Esméralda gesturing for him to come over. “can we speak to ya for a moment?” Harry glanced at you then nodded, he jumped to his feet, and walked over, accepting Bert’s hand on his shoulder as he and Esméralda led him to a quiet corner.
“did I do somethin’ wrong?” Harry asked, hands in his pockets as he curled his chin into his chest. Esméralda and Bert shook their heads with soft smiles “no my boy” Bert said with a chuckle as Esméralda looked slightly concerned at his assumption of being punished. “we just wanted to say; we’re proud of ya” as Bert said this, Harry froze, his eyes wide with surprise. Esméralda continued for Bert “you have been one of our most progressive students in years, and while we both know you didn’t want to be here at first, we’re proud of your improvement since your arrival.”
Harry felt like he was going to cry, his nose burning as Esméralda and Bert looked at him like proud parents “you have been such a great influence on (y/n), you helped her find the passion she somehow lost. So thank you” Esméralda said, taking one of Harry’s hands as Bert took the other “yes, thank you Harry” Bert continued as Esméralda looked very misty-eyed as Harry started to cry “even if it was only for short while, ya were and have been one of my favorite students. And if ya decide to leave the studio after ya graduate, I miss ya dearly. We both will” Harry pulled them into a hug at this, sobbing into Bert's shoulder as for the first time in his 17 years of life, he got the validation he had been craving from a parental figure.
Bert and Esméralda shared a look and hugged Harry back tightly, thanking him once again for well…being Harry. “Thank yeh” Harry whispered, squeezing them and then stepping back, wiping his tears with his sleeve “really, I don’ think I would be who I am righ’ now if it wasn’t fer yeh” Esméralda and Bert smiled and shook their heads “that was (y/n), not us” Bert said with a teasing smile, rubbing Harry’s shoulder as Esméralda chuckled, wiping away her tears.
Harry hugged them again, said thank you again, and walked back over to you, sitting down and resting his head on your shoulder as you took his hand, continuing to talk to your friends; not seeing Harry smiling at you, pure love and adoration in his eyes.
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It was finally the day of performance, not even two hours before curtain rise. You sat in the dressing room with the rest of your class, Harry in the far corner doing some last-minute timing practice with one of the sound techs. The beginner class was doing one last-minute run-through of their performance, as they would be going first, making sure everyone knew their places and the sound was working.
“oh my darling~!” you turned, smiling as your parents, your grandfather, and the grand duke entered the dressing room, the others in the room going silent in the presence of royalty. You spotted Chad lingering behind, curling into himself as Harry glanced at him, two bouquets in his hands. Your mother rushed over to you, gently setting her hands on your cheeks, careful not to smudge your makeup “im so proud of you~ my little dancer is all grown up” you laughed, taking her hands and kissing her cheek, accepting her strong hug as she leaned in.
“Thanks, mom” you whispered, you weren’t dressed yet, for now just in a plain blue hoodie and black leggings. Your dad stepped next to your mother and you halfway stood out of your chair to hug him, giggling as he rocked you back and forth “you and Harry are going to be great” he whispered into your ear, squeezing you once and letting your grandfather get his hug in as Chad stepped closer, adjusting the bouquet in his hand.
You sat back, tilting your head wearily as Chad stepped up, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry” he admitted, and you blinked wildly, you supposed the last 3 months of punishment had actually done well for Chad “I know I have a lot more to make up for but…I just wanted to say im proud of you too” Chad said with a smile, and it wasn’t fake. He was your brother through and through and he still loved you, it had been why he did what he did. Not that it excused his actions. He handed you one of the two bouquets, and you took it with a grin, happy you had a semblance of your brother back.
“thank you” you whispered, standing and hugging him tightly. He squeezed back, then pulled away, nodding towards Harry “im gonna go apologize to him as well,” he lifted the 2nd bouquet and you smiled, pushing him towards your boyfriend, who glanced at Chad with a raised brow as he walked over to him. Harry looked very surprised as Chad properly apologized and handed him the bouquet. After a few moments the two shook hands and Chad walked back over with Harry, both smiling.
Harry set his bouquet on your dressing table and kissed your cheek, accepting the hug from your mother as she pulled him into one. She and your father both told him they were proud and he almost cried if not for your grandfather's handkerchief coming to the rescue, saving Harry’s makeup. One of the managers came into the dressing room and escorted your family out as the rest of the guests began to arrive. Your grandfather and the grand duke got their hugs in quickly and walked out after your brother; your mother hugged you one last time and curled her arms around your father's arm as they walked out.
“I’m glad they like meh” Harry chuckled, kissing the top of your head and walking off to the male side of the room to get dressed as the performance came ever closer. You smiled at him, sending him an air kiss then turning back to your mirror, applying the last of your eye make-up, and standing, going to grab your dress and warm up.
Soon, everyone arrived and was seated, eagerly waiting for the first performance of four. You finished putting on your shoes and rushed to stand in the right-wing, bouncing on your toes as the lights dimmed and the orchestra tuned up. “step in time~” you sang in a whisper as Harry stepped next to you, holding your hand as the curtain pulled, revealing the set for the first performance; the rooftops of London.
The orchestra began to play a quick rhythm of beats, and with each crescendo, the dancers jumped up from the ‘chimneys’ “step in time, step in time! Come on mateys step in time!” Levi, who had been chosen to be the caller for the performance, called up the other dancers, who flooded the stage, and the music picked up. You smiled widely as they all flew around the stage, jumping off platforms and flipping.
Harry chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched his original class perform, it was a very fun routine, and he definitely would’ve ended up enjoying it if he hadn't been upgraded twice since joining the studio. The dancers were all wearing the same thing; black slacks, red socks, black boots, patterned vests, black button-ups, red neck scarves, and black caps.
It was a fantastical performance, high energy and heart-pounding, it made you want to jump around with no restraint, it made you feel like a little kid again. As the dancers came to a stop, the crowd burst into applause, and the class bowed. The curtains closed and they rushed off stage, the stagehands quickly changing the set for the next performance. Harry patted Levi’s back as they passed him, quietly congratulating them. Levi smiled, patting Harry’s arm and quickly moving on to the green room to relax.
A few minutes later, the curtains drew again, and the carnival-type music began to play, the intermediate class filing in from the wings, all dressed in patchwork vests, white button-ups, tan knee-high slacks, brown dance shoes, and straw bowler hats, minus the caller, who wore darker brown ankle slacks. Their bamboo sticks were in front of them on the stage, set up in several standing triangles. The crowd began to clap with the beat as the class began to sing. “A gentleman’s got a walking stick; a seaman's got a gaff. And they merry men of robin hood, they used a quarterstaff!”
Soon the dancers grabbed their bamboo sticks, and the crowd cheered, the awaiting class cheering from the wings as the intermediate danced their hearts out, singing in harmony and just having the time of their lives. Their performance was filled with high-energy dancing, flips, kicks, tricks, jumps, and aerials. And when Kiara performed her solo, the crowd went crazy once more, a row of the class joining her with each repeated move.
“You'd better never bother with me ol' bam-boo!” as the song came to an abrupt end, the theater burst into cheers and applause, the class all taking a moment to bow and show off their leader; Kiara, who took a bashful bow at the front, smiling at her aunt and sister who came to see her perform. They all rushed off stage as the curtain dropped, and once again the stagehands quickly changed the set. You congratulated each dancer that passed by you, some looked star-struck; since you were a princess and the star of the production.
You quickly hugged Anita and Javis as they passed you to go onstage, Emma scaring slightly with a quick hug attack as she ran to her spot. Harry took your hand as the curtain lifted, the lights dimming and focusing on the dancers. The girls all wore cream leotards, two-layered dance skirts that were watercolor Esque and resembled flower petals, skin tone tights, and skin tone pointe shoes. The males wore cream tank tops, cream leggings, and skin tone ballet shoes, and those who identified with neither wore whichever outfit suited them best.
The music began, and they danced, moving about fluidly to a beautifully composed and choreographed version of ‘dance of the flowers’ from the nutcracker. It was one of your favorites since you were young, it being one of the first ballet performances your parents took you to. You smiled brightly watching your class perform the piece, and you could easily say each one would go on to become a professional ballerina. You only hoped to follow them.
As the group performance came to an end, the audience burst into applause once more, whistling and cheering for the class. They all bowed and as the lights dimmed and curtains closed, a set of four dancers, one of which being Anita, changed their skirts to longer flowing silver-sheer dance skirts and went back on stage as the set was finalized, preparing for their ‘solo’ set.
You gave Anita a thumbs up from the wings and she winked, holding her head high and proud, her face composed as she and the others were spotlighted, and the music began. The four dancers performing a rendition of ‘dance of the small swans’ from swan lake, it was amazing watching them all dance in perfect synchronization, from their heads to their toes, everything matched the other. And as their performance came to a close, once again, the audience cheered, the four dancers bowing and gracefully making their exit off stage as the lights dimmed again and the stagehands changed set in preparation for the boys ‘solo’ set.
Harry whistled from the wings as the boys, including Javis, marched onto the stage, the three all had proud grins on their faces, their chests pushed out and confident energy pulsed from them. The audience gasped in awe as they performed a series of jumps, spins, flips, all required of the very physically exhausting Russian dance. Well, all dance was exhausting, but this particular one was very demanding.
And soon the lights dimmed, the crowd cheered, and it was time. You and Harry shared a quick hug, you kissed his cheek; and raced to your spot. Taking several deep breaths as the nerves started to set it in. You had performed hundreds of times before; this wouldn’t be any different.
Other than the fact you would be dancing with the boy you loved, and would be telling him so afterward. You stared at Harry from across the stage, smiling as he winked at you. You took another deep breath, setting your face in its practiced and perfected composed expression, and Harry did the same. The lights bloomed, the curtain lifted, and the crowd gasped, and from the corner of your eye, you saw your family and friends. Jane, the vks, Audrey, Lonnie, Ben, Uma, and Gil; were all there to see you and Harry perform.
And for the first time tonight, you looked at Harry properly, blushing slightly as you realized your outfits weren't meant to symbolize the lovers in the story, but they were meant to represent you and Harry. Harry in a red tank top and black leggings, and you in a silver-blue high-low dress, fit for a princess. Of course the costuming department would do this, of course.
The music started, and so did Harry; and the story began. A man alone, yearning for a love that was only told in fairy tales, going to his knees in hopeful prayer in finding his true love. He stood, fluidly moving and spinning to a stop, mirroring your starting pose as the lights dimmed on Harry and the spotlight went to you, showing you on the opposite side of the stage.
In the dark Harry moved to center stage, his back to you as you began to dance. Compared to Harry, you were fluid, free; still wishing for love, beautiful on her own but still- missing something. You turned, smiling as Harry was illuminated and you ran to him, grasping his hand and letting out a breathless gasp as he looked down at you softly, the man in the story awed at the woman in front of him; the woman of his dreams.
The two hugged, a passion ignited, trust and love beginning to bloom. And you began to dance in sync, telling the story of the two lovers as they learned about each other, their hopes, fears, pasts, each moment blended into their happiness as they discovered each other.
You told moments of trust, vulnerability, separation, comfort, all in the fluid motions of dance. Soon, you fell out of sync, but not out of love, two people so different but complemented each other so well, both in personalities and dance. Harry held you tightly as moved about, hands always on you, always supporting you as the lovers both discovered themselves within the relationship, helping the other grow and become their best self.
The woman gave her left arm to the man, and he took it with his left hand, the two promising their heart to the other for eternity, and you danced in sync once more; the lover's hearts in unison forevermore. Still at their own beat, but complimenting the other instead of working against the other.
The man reached his hand up again, searching for love, and the woman grasped it, a smile on their faces as the two embraced, never to be alone again. You breathed heavily as you looked into Harry’s eyes, the roaring applause and cheers of the audience drowned out by your own heartbeat as Harry’s thumb rubbed your waist. He looked like he wanted to say something, anything. And you did too, but the words wouldn’t come out, it was too hard to say how you felt with just words.
So you didn’t, and he didn’t either. As the curtains closed and the lights dimmed, your parents caught the last split second before you were hidden by the red fabric as Harry pulled you into him, your arms tossing around his neck as you kissed passionately.
They cheered again, your father whistling in approval as your dance classmates all cheered and squealed as Harry dipped you slightly into the kiss, smiling into it as your hand cupped his cheeks, the other going into his hair.
“Finally!” your friends yelled, running onto the stage as you and Harry pulled apart, eyes only on each other even as your friends called for your name or tugged on your hand. You grasped Harry’s hand and pulled him back towards you, kissing him again, hands on his neck as his hands grasped your shoulders. Your classmates cheered once more as your teachers traded bets, Bert and Esméralda fist-bumping as they were handed a wad of cash each.
Everything after that was a blur, the stage was flooded with dozens of flowers as the curtain raised, letting everyone bow as a group as you and Harry stood front and center, his hand never leaving your waist. You had been congratulated by your family and friends, Uma and Jane squealing about the kiss as you and Harry just stared at each other, the smiles never leaving your faces.
And soon, after a celebratory dinner, you were back at the dorms, back in your room; getting changed into some comfortable leggings and one of Harry’s hoodies after finishing your aftercare routine, perking up as your door opened quietly. You turned, smiling as Harry stepped into your room, his cheeks still pink from the earlier kisses. “hi” you whispered, holding your hands to your chest as Harry closed the door behind him, and walked over to you, standing close for a moment, fully shown love and adoration in his eyes before he gently cupped your face, closing his eyes and pressing the softest kiss to your lips, but with so much passion and words he couldn’t say behind it.
You eagerly returned the affection, grazing his cheeks and neck with your fingertips, sending shivers down Harry’s spine. He let out a small gasped into your mouth, and you smiled, pulling away, pecking his lips once more, and hugging Harry tightly. He returned the embrace, closing his eyes and breathing in your sent “I love you” you whispered, giggling as Harry froze, then he whispered back; “I love ye too”
You kissed again, and again, and again, each one softer than the last, but never less passionate, or lacking the love you had found within each other.
-end of part 9-
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PART 9 MFS~! I STARTED THIS BISH SO LONG AGO AND NOW WE AT PART 9, AKA THE FINALE! THERE WILL BE AN EPILOUGE TO WRAP THINGS UP BUT, BASICALLY, WE DONE, WE DONE DID IT PEEPS. THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME THROUGH REGAINED PASSION AND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED!
Regained Passion - Harry Hook x reader - Part 8 - troublesome brother
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Chad glowered from across the cafeteria at Harry’s back as the pirate conversed with his sister, the two shoulder to shoulder as they enjoyed their breakfast. He nearly bent his fork as Harry leaned into you, forehead pressing into the side of your head as you laughed at whatever nonsense Harry said, a soft look on his face. “Chad” Audrey chastised him as she passed by his table, glaring at him as he looked up at her “leave it, he’s not planning anything. He’s being true to her and it’s only you who thinks he’s not. Just-leave this stupid hate you have for him behind and just let your sister be happy, okay? He’s the reason she found her love for dance again, now let it be.” Audrey stomped off in a huff, knowing her words made no impact but it would deter Chad for just a bit longer before he started trying to make Harry look bad.
Chad just huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat, continuing to glare at Harry, who had his arm curled around your waist. He had to end this budding relationship quickly, who knows what dark ideas harry was putting into your head? for all anyone knew, Harry was getting closer and closer to getting the wand and destroying Auradon.
Meanwhile, Harry was simply enjoying your company, his friends sitting across from him working on homework or just talking, happy with their lives in Auradon and being away from their parents. Auradon had been better than they thought and had no plans for destroying it. So what could go wrong now eh?
Chad grinned behind his cup as his eyes locked onto the core four, remembering what had happened a few months before cotillion after the four were caught attempting to steal one of Ben’s boats. He knew exactly what to do to get Harry away from you.
And away from Auradon.
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A week later, Harry was sitting in Chemistry class when Mr. Deley's class phone rang. He paused, turning to it and picking it up. “This is Mr.Deley,” he said, brows-raising as the other person spoke “…of course, I’ll send him right over fairy godmother” he bid her goodbye and turned, eyes locking onto Harry, who suddenly felt a pit grow in his stomach “Harrison Hook, Fairy Godmother wishes to speak with you in her office.”
Harry felt like he was going to throw up, what did he do? He hadn’t missed a single class since his first month at school? Did he accidentally miss an assignment? Insult somebody? He felt everyone's eyes on him as he stood, Evie and Doug staring at him worried as Chad just grinned, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Harry grabbed his things and walked out of the room, hands in his pockets as panic set into his bones. He hadn’t been called to FG’s office since he had been assigned to dance classes, so-what had happened for it to happen now, after so long? He arrived at FG’s office, taking a long deep breath before he knocked twice “Come in Mr. Hook” Mr. Hook, oh shit how badly did he fuck up? He opened the door, sidestepping into the room with an unsure look.
FG looked up at him, her hardened face softening as she saw his fear “Take a seat Harry” she said, gesturing to the plush seat in front of her desk. Harry closed the door behind him and slowly walked over to the seat, sitting down carefully and setting his bag to the side, picking at his thumb as he leaned back into the chair “do you know why you’re here Harry?” FGs asked, standing and walking to her tv, inserting a disc into the player underneath it.
“No?” Harry said slowly, as far as he knew, he had been doing good, no fights, no thefts, no absences, he hadn’t even cursed out anyone? FG hummed, turning to him with her arms crossed, her eyes disappointed. “does the museum of history ring any bells?” FG asked, tilting her head slightly as she turned the tv on, grabbing the remote from the tray next to her desk.
“aye?” Harry said, still very confused, scratching the back of his head, watching as FG scrolled through security footage of one of the rooms in the museum. “uhhh?”
“last night” FG started, pausing the footage and turning to Harry again, and Harry suddenly felt very small, and scared. “there was a theft, of one of the items within the museum, one that belonged to the piracy age of the 1700s.” FG pointed to a case, which had an old map within it, one that Harry easily recognized.
“the Mao Kun map?” Harry said, his voice questioning as FG nodded, slightly impressed Harry knew the real name of it as the museum referred to it as the map of worlds end. “yes, and, there was something very interesting around the time of the theft, shown on the cameras” FG played the footage, and Harry was horrified to see, well, himself, sneaking into the room and taking the Mao Kun map, never facing the camera as he turned and ran. The guards appeared moments after his disappearance, all looking confused, FG paused the footage. “what do you have to say for yourself?”
Harry couldn’t speak, staring in horror at the footage, tears burning in his eyes. “whe-wha’?” Harry croaked out, and FG frowned, not buying his act. “Mr. Hook, you stole a very valuable item, and that in itself is a very punishable offense. Denying it won't save your case.”
“but-but I?” Harry gasped out, unable to breathe and the world blurred around him, both from his tears and the lack of air. He hadn’t even been to the museum since-since the school tour three months ago! “I-I don’t-I never-“ Harry nearly bent over in his chair, bile rising in his thought. FG just stared at him, though her resistance to Harry’s ‘act’ was beginning to break, slowly starting to think he wasn’t acting.
“who will kill you?” FG asked, having a feeling Harry wasn’t joking one bit, if the way the core fours parents had been during that video call had been any hint, FG guessed that captain hook wasn’t any better. “meh-meh dad” Harry croaked, hugging himself, holding his left wrist, which FG realized was always bandaged “I choose good, I choose Auradon, he’ll kill meh. Please yeh can’t send me back” he sobbed, face crumbling and his cheeks red “please.”
“Mr. Hook.” FG started, setting down the remote and walking in front of Harry, leaning against her desk. “unless you confess, I will be forced to take action. Of which you will be expelled and returned to the isle of the lost.” Harry fully broke at that, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stood, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in “Mr. Hook sit-“
“yeh cant!!” Harry nearly screamed, unable to control his voice as he sobbed, and FG faltered, unexpecting the strong display of emotions. “yeh can’t- I can’t go back! He’ll kill me!” FG looked very concerned now, all thoughts of sending Harry back gone.
FG stared at Harry as he nearly collapsed, begging her not to send him back. And FG was about to say she wasn’t going to anymore, not with how Harry reacted so badly, but her office door burst open, revealing (y/n) and Uma, both breathing heavily and their eyes wide with panic. “Fairy godmother!” (y/n) said quickly, rushing over to her and holding up her phone “we have proof he didn’t steal the map!”
“wha-“ FG started, watching as Uma took the tv remote and scrolled through the footage, nodding as she got to the beginning of ‘Harry’ stealing the map “the theft happened around one am last night, correct?” Uma asked, humming as FG nodded “(y/n)?” FG turned to her, eyes widening as (y/n) shoved her phone in her face.
“Harry was with us at that time, we stayed up till three am!” (y/n) said passionately, Harry grabbing onto her free hand as she reached towards him “and before that, we went to the kitchen at one am to get snacks, Harry was within the dorm building the entire night. Harry didn’t do a damn thing” FG was shocked at the slight curse that slipped through (y/n)’s lips but everyone in the room jumped as Mal slammed the door open, holding a shoddy recreation of Harry’s red leather jacket, a bad brown wig, and some brown boots.
“Harry was framed,” Mal said simply, walking over to FG and handing her the ‘clothes’. FG examined them, then glanced at the footage, frowning as she realized they matched the ‘Harry’ in the footage exactly “someone’s trying to get Harry expelled” FG let out a sigh of relief, dropping the clothes and leaning against her desk, rubbing her face.
“thank goodness, I have to admit Harry, I didn’t want to confront you about this. You have been doing so good, and have been such a good influence on (y/n), I didn’t want you to leave Auradon prep” FG confessed, giving Harry an apologetic smile as Harry accepted the strong hug from (y/n) and Uma, Mal standing to the side with a relieved smile “Mal” Mal looked to FG, tilting her head a bit “where did you find these?”
“on the side of the dorm building” Mal pointed off towards the dorm building across the way from the school “so someone in the school doesn’t want Harry here anymore” Uma and Mal shared a glance, having a feeling about who it was.
FG hummed, tapping her chin then closing her eyes “I don’t believe we have any clues about this framing. So let's hope whoever it is, slips up and we find the map in their possession. And we’ll have to be sure that if this happens again, we double-check for the culprit. Harry?” he looked up at her, and she felt her heart crack at his red-rimmed eyes “you are excused from homework for the next month, and if you ever need a day to yourself, you have my permission to skip class for that day” Harry nodded, thanking her for the ‘gift’ and walking out of her office with (y/n) and Uma at his side, (y/n) holding his hand tightly as Uma held the other.
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Chad broke his pencil as he saw Harry walking into Chemistry, not expelled. Evie glanced at him, glaring for a moment before looking back at Harry. ‘are you okay?’ she asked him with her expression, and Harry shrugged, completely exhausted from the panic attack he had while in FG’s office. Being almost expelled and being framed for theft didn’t help either. For the rest of the school day, any vk that was in the same class as Harry sat next to him, hiding the fact that he was taking a nap during school hours and helping him take notes, frowning at his red-rimmed eyes.
Uma smiled as (y/n) and Harry met outside the school, (y/n) hugging him tightly as he slammed into her, shaking slightly. The two walked off to the garage to take (y/n)’s car to the studio, and Uma turned, glaring at Chad as he stared after (y/n) and Harry, anger clear in his expression. “what did you do?” Uma whispered, watching as Chad walked off, imaginary steam erupting from his ears.
Uma continued to watch him, knowing Chad had something to do with the attempted ruin of Harry’s happiness, and she had a feeling it had all to do with (y/n). she huffed, turning on her heel and making her way to Jay and Carlos’ room, it being the room the vks always went to after school to talk about their days and eat as much junk food as they could.
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About a week after the ‘Harry didn’t steal the wand’ incident, you got a text from him. ‘The pretty boi- hey, meet me at the gazebo at the lake by the school, 5pm <3’ you rose your brow at the heart emoji but quickly texted him back, telling him you would be there. You smiled, excited for what Harry had in store for this sudden date. You went to your next class, one you had with your brother, and plopped down next to him. You ignored him as you took out your workbook and opened it to the page the teacher had set on the whiteboard. Not noticing Chad taking your phone from your bag and switching his and Harry’s numbers again, having done that earlier during first period. As he did so, he didn’t realize he took a screenshot while he had opened the messaging app.
He slid your phone back into your bag and snickered to himself, he couldn’t wait for later when you ran into his room, crying about how Harry stood you up. And a few hours later, you were at the lake, sitting in the middle of the gazebo waiting for Harry. Five minutes went by, then ten, fifteen, twenty, and then finally after half an hour, you took your phone and texted Harry.
‘Lil dancer - Hey dude, the fuck?
The pretty boi- what?
Lil dancer - you invite me out on a date then ditch me?
The pretty boi - what are you talking about?
Lil dancer - earlier you texted me about meeting at the gazebo by the school lake at 5pm, its 530 now, so the fuck?
The pretty boi- ….
The pretty boi - I haven’t texted you since before first period darling.’
You leaned back from your phone, the fuck? Yes, he had? You took a screenshot of your text with him from earlier and sent it to him, only to get another screenshot back, the texts he had supposedly sent you missing.
‘The pretty boi- im on my way rn but-darling im serious, I haven’t texted you all day’
You frowned, then sighed, burying your face in your hands. After a few minutes of pondering Harry arrived, holding a bag of food. “Hey,” Harry said, plopping down next to you and setting the bag in your lap “I got yeh food, lemme see yer phone?” you handed him your phone and then opened the bag, sighing in relief to see your favorite food within the styrofoam box.
“lass, this isn’t my phone number,” Harry said, showing you the screenshot you took…but it wasn’t the screenshot you took, it was from a few hours earlier, during math class. “what?” you said confused, taking your phone back and tilting your head “this isn’t my screenshot though? This was taken hours ago, and I never took one at that time?” Harry shrugged, having already figured out what had happened. Someone, somehow, took your phone and switched their number with Harry’s, but who? And why? Were they some jealous girl who wanted Harry? Did they want you? Did they just hate Harry or you in general?
“well, at least we cleared that up” Harry muttered, taking the 2nd styrofoam box from the bag and popping it open, turning to face you as you sighed, leaning into your hand, tapping on the drink that Harry had also brought for you. “yeah” you mumbled back, spinning on your heels to face Harry and blowing a raspberry. “any ideas?”
Harry just rose his brow and you snorted, knowing what and who he was alluding to “maybe, he did try to sabotage my birthday, who knows, he might’ve been the one to frame you for the map…and he is the only one who knows my passcode” you muttered, grabbing your phone again and looking at the screenshot, nearly growling as you looked at the phone number again “aaand that’s his number. Fucking Chad” you huffed, turning off your phone and setting it behind you
Harry chuckled, cupping your cheek and giving you a supportive smile “he’s just an asshole, if yeh want, yeh could…tell yer ma?” you snorted, knowing if you did that Chad would be grounded for years. “I just wanna know why he’s doing this,” you said, gesturing to the phone then Harry. He shrugged, pursing his lips “I’m a pirate darling, and from the isle. He probably thinks I’m corrupting yeh or somethin’ or usin’ yeh ta get tha wand” you actually laughed at that, making Harry smile.
“that's ridiculous” you chuckled, resting your hand on Harry’s knee. “if you were, you would’ve done that months ago, I know you, and Uma, you both are terrible at the waiting game” Harry choked on his laughter, nodding his head.
“aye, Uma, when we were tryin’ ta get the trident, got impatient with our speed n tried to undo the sails, almost got tossed herself into the waters, twice.” Harry said, smiling as you snorted, covering your nose as soda almost came out.
“ah, fuck-really? When was this?” you asked, wiping your hand on your skirt as Harry leaned back on his hands, glancing up at the forest ceiling, a few clouds passing by through the gap of trees. “eh, a couple months before cotillion, somehow the trident got behind the barrier; an’ Uma, Gil, an’ I went fer it. Mal pulled some sort of time spell last second though, so Uma didn’t get it” Harry said, still sounding disappointed in the turn of events of that day. You hummed, leaning into your fist as you listened to Harry intently “it was this whole thing, Uma won one of me da’s ships, and we sailed ta’ the isle of the doomed to find ‘er moms shattered necklace, the one Uma wears all the time? Gil had ta’ put it back together fer us, Uma n I couldn’t stand still long enough ta do it” Harry chuckled, smiling fondly at the memory, it was one of tense anticipation, but that day had been fun overall, almost dying with his two greatest friends over some puppeteer skeletons.
“how’d Uma win the race?” you asked, leaning forward as Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling at the memory. He pushed off his hands, leaning towards you as he began to recount the entire story, starting from the day the race had been announced, and then going on to when made the bet between them, resulting in him becoming her first mate.
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Chad threw his phone at the wall, as the next day, you and Harry were just as close as the day before, shoulders touching and everything as you laughed at something Gil was doing. He had one last idea, and it was going to work. because what girlfriend thought clearly when she saw her boyfriend kissing another girl?
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“Hey, Anya!” Chad called, strutting up to the brunette girl who was taking her books from her locker. She glanced at him, then back at her locker, not interested in talking to the known playboy of Auradon prep “hello~ I’m talking to you?” Anya slammed her locker closed and glared at him, pursing her lips slightly, her bright blue eyes stark against her dark skin.
“what do you want Chad?” Anya barked, still not interested in talking to Chad. He smirked, nodding back towards where Harry’s locker was “just wanted to let you know, Hook’s crushin’ on you” at this, Anya suddenly looked very interested. unbeknownst to her, Harry was already very much in love with someone else, that someone being you. But Anya didn’t exactly pay attention to other people unless they personally interested her. Plus she really only caught glimpses of the pirate boy, so do forgive her for not knowing much about him, including the fact he had a girlfriend.
“really?” Anya asked, leaning back a bit to stare at Harry who was stuffing his hoodie into his locker, revealing his nicely built arms. “are-are you sure?” Chad grinned; malice hidden behind his baby blue eyes. “very, heard him talking about you to Uma” Chad said as he turned to the side, letting Anya get a clear shot of Harry. “he’s usually free after third period, would be a good time to catch him?”
Anya nodded, biting her lip as she readjusted her bandana. And so a few hours later, right after third period, Anya made her way to Harry's locker, taking a deep breath as she saw him at his locker, trading his chemistry book for the history of pirates. “hi Harry~” Anya purred, tilted forward slightly as Harry leaned back to look at her, his ocean blue eyes confused. “uhhhh, hi?” he said, turning back to his locker and taking a pack of oreos from it, closing his locker and leaning against it “ Anya right?”
“yep~!” Anya chirped; happy he knew her name. well if he had a crush on her, he should know her name. “so, I learned something interesting a few hours ago~?” she stepped closer to him, Harry distracted by opening his pack of oreos. He hummed, freezing as he realized she had gotten close to him, real close. “uh” Harry stuttered, his face flushing slightly at her getting in his personal space, but she misread his signs and thought he was blushing because of his crush on her. So she leaned closer “I heard you have a crush on me~”
“wha-“ Harry started to say, whipping his head around as he heard some begin to talk “what, the actual fuck?” you said, your bag dropping from your shoulder as you saw Harry pinned against his locker, a girl less than a foot from his face, looking very flirty. “darlin’ its-it’s not what it looks like!” Harry panicked, dropping his oreos and holding out his hand towards you.
Anya suddenly leaped back, holding up her hands as realization struck her “oh-oh shit! I am so sorry! I didn’t know he was dating someone! Fuck-Chad he must’ve lied to me! I knew I shouldn't have taken his word” you paused when your brother's name slipped from her lips and you walked over to her, resting your hand on her shoulder gently “did-did you say, Chad?” you whispered out, rage bubbling beneath the surface of your skin. Anya nodded, tears burning in her eyes.
“yes-he-he told me Harry had a crush on me, and i-I didn’t know you were together, I am so sorry! I would’ve never tried anything if I knew about you” you smiled, knowing Anya was being sincere. “you’re okay, Chad is just an asshole trying to break Harry and I up. Thank you for backing up as soon as you found out though” Anya nodded erratically, taking your arm.
“of course! I don’t want to wreck any relationships! Again I’m so sorry and-imma just go, yall are cute together by the way!” Anya turned on her heel and ran to her next class, while you turned to Harry, who looked relieved but still terrified. You sighed and smiled, Harry’s entire body relaxing. “shit-tha’ scared me” Harry whispered, heavily leaning against the lockers, his hand on his chest. You hummed, walking over to him and taking his hands, chuckling as he let you tug him off the lockers and start to walk him to his next class, which was next to yours.
“I’m done with Chad” you finally said as you walked the halls, Harry pulling you into his side as you took your phone out and pulled up the one contact that Chad always listened to “it’s time he has consequences for his actions.” Harry chuckled, catching a glimpse of the name of the contact you pulled up.
‘Mom’
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“CHADWICK OCTAVIUS CHARMING!”
Chad froze in the middle of tourney practice, surrounded by all his teammates as his mother stormed onto the field, her usually calm face pinched in pure anger, her cheeks red and eyes blazing. He spotted his sister behind her, Harry at her side as she waved at him, a cheeky grin on her face as their mother grabbed his ear and began to drag him off the field “I KNOW YOUR FATHER AND I DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THAT; YOU ARE HEREBY GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR FOR TREATING HARRY LIKE THAT YOUNG MAN.”
Chad froze, what? how did his mom find out about his actions against Harry? “but-but he’s corrupting (y/n)!” Chad tried to defend, not realizing he had sealed his grave by admitting his meddling in his sister's life. His mother whirled around on him, and Chad physically shrunk down under her glare “you just sealed your fate young man” Ella hissed out, forcing him in front of (y/n) and Harry, shaking him a bit “apologize to them, especially Harry. Now.”
Chad just glared at them, still set in his mindset of ‘Harry’s Evil’. Ella shook him again, (y/n) and Harry stared at him blankly “apologize. Now” Ella hissed again, and Chad groaned, giving a droning apology. “im sorry” he muttered, glancing to the side.
Ella huffed, rolling her eyes “you’ll change your tone once you're done with your year suspension of all after school activities” Chad perked up at that and whipped his head around to stare wide-eyed at his mother “what!?” he screamed, wrestling out of her grip and holding up his hands “you-you can't do that!”
“I can and I will” Ella hissed, grabbing his wrist “you’ve gone too long without proper punishment, you will give me your phone for the next month, and you will lose all social media, anything not having to do with school or family will be deleted off your phone. Fairy godmother will personally oversee this” (y/n) and Harry were cackling as Chad was dragged away, pleading with his mother to go easy on him, but she wasn’t, she had enough with his foolishness.
“ahhhhhh” Harry sighed, wiping away a stray tear of laughter “that was so worth almost bein’ sent back ta’ the isle” (y/n) giggled, grabbing Harry’s hand and waving to the tourney team, Jay, Ben, and Carlos eagerly waving back with laughter. “come on” (y/n) said excitedly “im taking you out for a celebratory date, we’re going to rubys!”
Harry giggled, running along with (y/n) to her car, salted caramel milkshake here he comes!!
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a few hours later, the Mao Kun map was found in Chad's room, and Chad was thus expelled from Auradon prep. after all, it would be unfair if Harry was punished for a theft he didn't even do with expulsion, and chad was let off practically scot free for something he actually did. (no this isn't a side eye at the books what are you talking about?)
-end of part 8-
omg its been quite a bit since the last part~! legit more than two months now, so i apologize~! but-we gots one last part left, the performance~! and then a possible epilogue~! so i hope yall enjoyed chad getting his just desserts~
Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 2 - proper meeting
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Harry let out a slow breath as he stared into the void in his history class, it had been a full week since he started the dance classes, and almost every day Bert mentioned putting him into a higher experienced class due to his flexibility and the fact that Harry was already a good dancer. But again, Harry wasn’t into the dance class that much, he liked dancing, it's just he didn't like being forced to dance.
His counselor had tried to ask about his first week but Harry was stubborn as usual, even glaring at her during it. She had sighed and rubbed her nose “I can't help you if you don’t open up to me Mr. Hook” Harry had only glared again, he didn’t want or need her help, yeah, he was a little fucked up in the head but if he wanted therapy or a consular, he would get it, not something FG forced on him.
After history finally ended, Harry grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room, sighing in relief as he realized he only had one class left, and it was his favorite, history of sailors and the seven seas. It talked all about pirates and sailors, particularly one of his favorite pirates, Jack Sparrow. One of the few pirates that had escaped isle imprisonment, due to him being pardoned of his crimes after it was discovered that his branding of a pirate had been connected to his freeing of hundreds of slaves.
Harry froze as a now very familiar face stepped into the hall he was walking in, she was looking down at her book, her black backpack hanging off her shoulder, bringing her denim jacket down with it off her shoulder, revealing her gray t-shirt. She suddenly looked up, her sparking (e/c) eyes once again locking with his.
Harry felt the butterflies flood his body again and he ducked into the next hall, away from his class, and pressed himself against the wall, sliding down as he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands ‘what am I doing?’ he thought, gritting his teeth ‘hiding from a pretty girl? What the hell?’
“Are you hiding from me?” Harry jumped and slammed his head against the locker behind him, looking up to see the girl, who had covered her mouth in shock from Harry's sudden motion “Are you okay?”
“Me? Hiding? No-no I don’- I don’t hide” Harry laughed off his embarrassment, standing from the floor and rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly “I don’ hide from anyone” the girl smirked and rose her brow as she tilted her head.
“I looked up and as soon as I made eye contact you leaped behind the wall, and then stayed there until I came around the corner, I think that classifies as hiding.” Harry pouted at her, his heart going crazy as she laughed. “Now why would you hide from me? Im, not my brother mind you” Harry rose his brow at that.
“Who’s yer brother?” Harry asked, smirking as she made a sour face.
“Chad” Harry grimaced, relaxing a bit as she laughed again.
“I’m so sorry” her eyes widened a bit and she laughed even harder.
“I accept your condolences, he’s not a fun person to be related to, it took me a month to convince half the school that Chad and I are very different even though we're twins” Harry looked at her up at down, she didn’t look like Chad? “I know, fraternal twins though”
Harry hummed, nodding along, he remembered a couple of sets of twins on the isle, and even when they were “identical” twins, they didn’t look exactly like each other sometimes. “You’re Harry Hook, right?” Harry nodded again, ignoring the flutter of his heart as she said his name “I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming” (y/n) held out her hand, giving Harry a warm smile.
“Dinne think yeh would even say hi ta me, considering wha’ yer brother has probably told yeh ‘bout meh” he took her hand, stilling for a moment as he felt a small shock ran up his arm and through his body. Shit what the hell was going on with him!?
“Well,” (y/n) laughed, once again sending butterflies through his gut “after almost 18 years of dealing with his dumbass, I've learned to not trust his word, if he says you’re a ‘filthy pirate’ then you aren’t all that bad” Harry smirked and shook his head, not seeing (y/n) freeze for a moment and stare at his lips.
“Yer somethin’ else I’ll tell yeh tha’” he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek as (y/n) looked away from him and fixed her backpack strap. “What’s yer next class?”
“Um-“ (y/n) started, pursing her lips a bit as she thought “Oh! History of sailors and the seven seas!” Harry couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips.
“Same ‘ere, shall I escort yeh yer highness?” (y/n) gave him a look, then smiled.
“You may” (y/n) laughed, taking his arm as he offered it and they chatted quietly as Harry walked them both to class.
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Harry threw his pencil on his table as he finished his English homework, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “Hey, Harry?” Uma started, looking up from her magic homework (a new class that FG had made for the magic endowed vks that needed to learn how to control their magic safely) “You made goody-goody with Chad's sister right?” Harry looked over his shoulder to her, raising his brow.
“Aye? Why?” a devious look overcame Uma’s face, and Harry sat up “Uma” Harry started, a warning tone to his voice, they had just gotten to Auradon two months ago, at the start of the school year, and he loved Uma with all his heart but if she was trying to plan to overtake Auradon by using (y/n) he would have to put his foot down (which he didn’t know why he would defend the girl so eagerly, even turning against his oldest friend like that)Auradon was a lot nicer than they thought and he’d rather not lose the comfy bed and fresh food he had just gotten.
“Oh chill!” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes “I’m not planning any takeovers or whatever, I wanted to know if she gets along with her brother or not” Harry mentally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair again.
“Um, no, I said sorry to her that she was his sister and she accepted my condolences, called him a dumbass too” Uma smirked again, a glint in her eye…he knew that glint, it was the glint of pranks “Oh! Do yeh want me ta-“
“Yes,” Uma interrupted him, rubbing her arms together as he saw a plan forming in her mind “ask her if she wants to help us prank Chad, fucker decided to ‘accidentally” Uma used finger quotes “spill grape juice all over my new jacket, and we all know that shit stains, didn’t even apologize either” Harry grit his teeth. Chad, one of the very few teens at Auradon prep that still harassed the vks, he was a bully and a thief, something Harry could respect on the isle but even on the isle you didn’t bully Uma without getting Harry’s hook to your face.
“I’ll ask ‘er when next time I see ‘er, we don’ have a lot of classes together, and her dance class ends after mine” Uma smirked at that, leaning into her hand.
“How are those going by the way?” Harry just let out a raspberry, and Uma fell back on Gil’s bed, laughing away.
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The next day, after Harry's dance class, he waited outside (y/n)s room, standing awkwardly and out of place as others passed by him, some looking at him oddly while others ignored him or simply glanced at him.
There were one or two flirtatious looks but Harry ignored those, continuing to wait for (y/n). about fifteen minutes of waiting, the class finally ended, and as (y/n)s fellow dancers exited the room, many of them stared at him, whispering amongst themselves for a moment before one turned to him. “(y/n)s talking to Esmerelda, she’ll be in there for a moment” She had a strong French accent and Harry nodded in thanks, the group finally moving on as the girl who had spoken up pushed them away from the room.
After a couple more moments of waiting Harry got impatient, walking up to the door and peeking in, seeing (y/n) standing in front of Esmerelda, looking down at her feet “(y/n) your posture is perfect, your leg is always perfectly straight during the Penché, everything you do during practice is perfect but…there's just no…passion (y/n), where is it? You are only doing the steps, you aren’t feeling the music, where is the love, the sorrow, the yearning? This is a dance to convey two people falling in love (y/n), and I don’t see any of it coming from you” Harry felt his chest hurt as Esmerelda sighed, looking away from (y/n) who stayed silent. “(y/n) if you can't find the passion I need for the piece…I’m going to have to switch you out, I’m sorry” (y/n) looked up at that, and Harry couldn’t see her face but he could tell there were tears in her eyes “You are one of my best dancers (y/n), but without passion, you are doing nothing but following the steps.” (y/n) nodded slowly. Esmerelda smiled and took her chin “You just have to find your spark again, I know you can do it…I’ll see you tomorrow” (y/n) nodded again, turning to grab her bag.
Harry ducked out of the doorframe and went back to lean against the wall, looking down at his converse as he waited for (y/n). “Harry?” he looked up, (y/n) walking toward him from the door and tilting her head “What are you doing here?”
Harry smirked, it turning to a smile as (y/n) smiled back. Good, that meant she wasn’t super down from her talk with Esmerelda. “I was wonderin’ if yeh wanted ta help Uma n’ I prank Chad~” Harry had hardly finished his sentence before (y/n) grinned, stepping even close to him.
“Hell yes!” Harry shared her grin and offered his arm again, walking her out of the building and back to the dorms to Uma’s room, where Uma would tell them her plan.
-
Two days later, Chad’s hair was puke green. And he didn’t suspect a damn thing, even as (y/n) held her laughter as she stood next to him, sharing a sly thumbs up with Harry and Uma as they cackled at him.
“You’re definitely cut from a different fabric princess” Uma chuckled, Harry moving to the side of the bench he and Uma were sitting on as you walked over to them when Chad bolted off screaming after realizing his hair was green (for someone who stared at himself almost all day it took him a while to notice his hair) (y/n) grinned in thanks and plopped down next to Harry, not noticing Uma’s smirk as Harry scooted closer to (y/n).
“I’ll take that as a compliment” (y/n) laughed, leaning against the table and looking towards the door “How long do you think it’ll be before Chad suspects us?”
“Three days” Gil decided, suddenly appearing and sitting down next to Uma. And as usual, holding a bowl of grapes “I give it three days”
(y/n) hummed at that, tapping her fingers on the table “Well Chad is smart,” (y/n) laughed a bit at Uma and Harry's look of ‘really?!’ “I know shocking…well less smart more cunning, but I say he’ll either figure it out by the end of the day or he’ll bolt up in the middle of the night and then figure it out, can't say which or when, but it’s one of those”
“By the way,” Gil interrupted (y/n), pointing his finger right at her “who are you?” Gil had been out of the room every time (y/n) came over to Uma or Harry and Gil's room to plan for the plank, so oddly enough he had yet to meet (y/n) before today.
“Gil!” Harry hissed through his teeth, Uma smirking once more at his reaction. (y/n) laughed and held out her hand.
“I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming, Chad’s sister” Gil took her hand and shook it, giving her a sympathetic look.
“I’m so sorry” (y/n) laughed again, unknowingly sending a flurry of butterflies through Harry again.
“Harry said the same thing a couple days ago, I accept your condolences” Gil released (y/n)s hand and went back to his grapes as Uma intertwined her hands and looked at (y/n)
“So you and Harry go to the same dance school, right? Do you ever dance together?” Harry felt his cheeks turn red at the question and he pouted at Uma, not really wanting to bring up the topic of the classes he hated so much.
“I guess? Different classes but same building, I’m a ballet dancer, been one since I was a kid. Harry, I think is still in the beginner class but Harry?” He glanced at (y/n) with a raised bro and a hum “You said Bert’s thinking of upgrading your placement?” Harry huffed and leaned on his hand.
“Aye, somethin’ bout me being a higher level than beginner, I dinne kae I din’ listen more than tha’” both Uma and (y/n) hummed at that. “I din’ even wan’ ta do the damn classes in the first place so I don’t see why I should level up or whatever” Harry grumbled, pouting at nothing.
Uma forced the grin off her face. Harry, ever since he had made friends with (y/n), started to be more…enthusiastic when going to the studio, no longer dragging his feet. And after the first time he picked up (y/n) from her class he did it the next day, and the next. Uma knew Harry and she knew he was catching feelings for the princess, even if he himself didn’t realize it yet.
Harry had only known the princess for about a month now, but Uma could tell when Harry liked someone, and he really-really liked (y/n), he wouldn’t admit it until he knew what words to connect his feelings yet but, Uma could wait.
Now, Uma wouldn’t do anything to push Harry and (y/n) together yet, she didn’t know if (y/n) shared any feelings about Harry, but once Uma did find out? Oooh, it was going to be fun.
But for now? Uma watched (y/n) and Harry talk, smiling behind her hand at the sparkle within Harry's eye, she would sit and watch their relationship bloom.
-end of part 2-
part 2~ hope yall enjoyed and like (y/n) so far, and i do want to put a *sprinkle* of angst in this so it'll come with (y/n)s struggle to show feeling in her dance and maybe some Chad shenanigan's anyway~ yeah i think this will be a 10 part series at most, and im liking where its going atm.
anyway im gonna draw a blue ballgown now because i don't like any of the designs i found on google or Pinterest
Regained Passion -Harry Hook x reader - part 1 - The dance studio
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-canon deviant, after D2; Ben invites more vks over, including Harry and Gil-
Harry huffed in frustration as he forced himself to walk to the dance studio building, FG had made the newest set of VKs go to counselors and his had decided he needed something to burn off his energy, but it couldn’t be sword fighting or tourney as it ‘amplified his violent tendencies’ and he needed ‘a calm environment that tempered him’
“Dumb counselor, dumb FG, dumb dance class” he muttered to himself, shrugging the duffel back on his shoulder to sit correctly as it slid from its spot slightly. The studio was just off campus, being connected to a huge auditorium that had a large stage for their dancers to…well dance.
He stopped in front of the building, grimacing up at the sign that hung off the front of the building “Esmerelda's dance hall” he read, sighing he looked back down at his clothes.
Evie had signed herself up to make some new clothes for him to dance in, and at the moment he was in a flowy white t-shirt, slightly baggy black sweatpants, and wearing his new converse. (he had a feeling he would have to change out of them though) “Let's get this over with” he muttered, walking up the steps and into the building.
He stepped through the doors and looked around, to the left was a reception desk, at least that’s what it looked like, and to the right was a café looking room, with vending machines and a mini kitchen. “Hello! Welcome to Esmerelda's dance hall! Are you a new student?” Harry turned back to look at the desk, now a middle-aged blonde woman sat in the chair behind it, a kind smile on her face.
“I guess” Harry muttered, walking up to the desk and handing her the paper the consular had given him to give to ‘Ms. Smith’ and the woman behind the desks nameplate read ‘Mira Smith’ so he guessed she was the person who he had to give the paper too. “I was told ta give this ta yeh” Mira nodded and took the paper, humming to herself and typing on her computer.
“Yep, got you right here, Harry Hook. You’ll be starting out in the beginners class for teens since we assumed you had no prior dance experience” Harry quirked his brow. He had dance experience just…not the type they did in this school probably. “The school is paying for your classes so you won't have to worry about any payments, follow me!” Mira stood and walked out from behind the desk, leading Harry down the long hallway of doors, each having a number and letter on the wood.
“Your classes, for now, will take place in D-A, with Mr. Bert. Hes our beginner teacher, all our students love him, they say he makes everything very fun and entertaining” Harry didn’t respond, looking at the walls and through the small windows to the rooms. “Well, here you are! Have fun Harry” Mira opened the door and gestured inside, where a good group of teens his age stood, all getting ready for the class. Some were stretching while others just talked to their friends.
Harry stepped through the door, pressing his lips together as some of the teens turned to look at him, brows raising bit. He could recognize some of them from Auradon prep. Harry held down a flinch as a hand clamped on his shoulder “You must be Harry, eh?!” Harry turned to look, seeing a kind-looking man with black hair and blue eyes, a smile on his face.
Harry wasn’t one to trust someone as soon as he saw them but this man just had odd energy that Harry felt like he could trust. Harry felt himself relax and nodded to the man, who held out his hand to Harry. “I’m Bert!” Bert had an odd Boston accent, which again, made Harry feel oddly safe. Harry shook his hand, yelping quietly as Burt pulled him into the group of teens “Now, grab a pair of those black ballet shoes, don’t worry they’re new and ya get ta keep ‘em, and get em all tied up on ya’, and the same ta’ the rest of ya’! get all ready and stretch!” Bert released Harry's hand and walked around the room, helping some of the younger teens stretch and put their shoes on.
Harry looked for his size in the shoes and found one pair left ‘how convenient’ he thought, grabbing the pair and moving over to the wall that had only one other teen sitting against it. He took off his bag and slid down the wall, taking off his converse and replacing it with the ballet shoes.
As Harry got his shoes changed, Bert announced to the new students that had also joined that day; that beginner classes were only an hour-long, and there was no lesson plan, for now, it was learning basics and just having fun with dance. He also said he would teach them to dance along to a song called ‘step in time’. But first, stretching.
Harry mindlessly followed along with the instruction; Harry didn’t want to be here in the first place so he didn’t really feel like trying. “uh, Harry?” Harry looked up, seeing Bert staring wide-eyed at him “have ya ever had any previous dance experience? Gymnastics even?” Harry shook his head, not knowing why Bert was asking “You’re about a half-foot away from a full side split” Harry looked down, raising his brows in slight shock.
It was true, Harry's legs were almost horizontal from his hips “well would yeh look at tha’” Harry muttered, leaning forward a bit, hearing some of the girls of the class gasp in slight jealously.
“How the heck is he doing that! I've been doing gymnastics since I was two and I can't even do that!” a black girl with Bantu knots whispered to her friend, who started starry-eyed at Harry.
“I know… it’s kinda hot” the friend whispered back, laughing slightly as the first girl gently tugged at her hair “I’m sorry it is!” the first girl smirked and smacked the second's thigh.
“You are such a simp” she chortled turning her attention back to Bert and Harry, to which Bert was testing Harry's flexibility, to Harry's slight embarrassment.
“Do you feel any pain like that?” Harry looked down at his almost full side spit and shook his head, he didn’t even realize he had done it. “Could you try to do a full one?” Harry stared at Bert for a moment then shrugged, spreading his legs further and now sitting in a full side split “Well butter my britches” Bert laughed, rubbing his head “and they told me ya were a full on beginner!”
Harry sniffed and moved his legs back into a normal position, now sitting cross-legged as Bert patted his head and went back to stand in the front of the group, clapping his hands to gain his attention “Alright! Now let's start with the basics!”
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If Harry had been taking the class willingly? He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly because Mira was right; Bert did make the class very fun. But due to Harry being forced to take the class, he had hated every second. Bert had seemed to realize Harry wasn’t into it and left harry alone most of the time, but he still checked on him during the hour of class.
“Remember to grab the schedule on your way out! Class is same time same place tomorrow! Have a good day!” Harry finished tying up his shoes and stood, shuffling his new dance shoes into his bag, and made his way out of the class, giving a halfhearted finger wave to Bert as he walked out.
He walked behind his class, not wanting to mingle with any of them. He stopped, looking to his right as he noticed an open door. He blinked in slight surprise, inside was a whole group, much more experienced than his class, practicing what seemed to be ballet, the girls wearing shoes that allowed them to stand on their toes.
His eyes locked onto a particular girl, wearing a light blue leotard and an even lighter blue sheer skirt that almost looked silver. Her skirt flared as she performed a set of spins, her head almost sticking to one spot as she did.
Harry had never seen ballet before, at least in person, so he stood slightly mesmerized as she danced, she stopped her spin and moved gradually on her toes, moving about the room in a way that Harry could only describe as ‘flowing water’. The girl turned once more, bright (e/c) eyes locking with his.
Harry felt his breath hitch as a sudden rush of butterflies erupted in his gut, flying about his body and filling his mind. ‘wha-‘ Harry mentally stuttered, taking a step back from the class as he felt his face heat up. The girl still had her eyes on him, but they were filled with slight confusion and interest. ‘I-I I have to go’ Harry turned and ran for the exit, not noticing the girl's classmates walk over to the door and look after him, some of them giggling to themselves.
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“Oh he’s pretty!”
“Think he’s a new student?”
“Oh def, did you see his outfit!? Besides, I heard that Mr. Bert got a new student today from Auradon prep, I think that was him”
“(y/n), do you recognize him?” Anita Beaucop turned to you from the door, she wasn’t from Auradon prep so she couldn’t have known who Harry was.
“Yes,” you mumbled, resting against one of the beams against the wall. “Harry Hook, one of the new villain kids, Chad calls him a filthy pirate” Anita rolled her eyes and sauntered over to you, grabbing a water bottle from her bag and cracking it open.
“Well,” Anita huffed, her French accent strong as usual “your brother is an asshole, both of us know not to trust him, if Chad doesn’t like Harry, then you should make friends, piss him off and all that” you giggled at that, covering your mouth as Emma, another one of your class friends who didn’t go to Auradon prep, leaned into your space, her eyes drifting back toward the door.
“Do you know If Harry's single?” she purred, her smirk dropping as you shrugged.
“I don’t know, he hangs around Uma a lot, and from what I see he seems really into her” Emma pouted, and crossed her arms.
“I got no shot with that hunk then, Uma’s hot as fuck.” the entire room agreed, including Javis and Saki in the corner of the room, who were both very much into men. “See, even Javis agrees!”
“Just because I don’t like anything on the menu doesn’t mean I can’t apricate it” Javis snorted, downing a granola bar as he did a small stretch session. You snorted and rolled your eyes, fixing your skirt and getting back into the starting position as Esmerelda looked back up from her cd player.
“Okay! Let's run it from the top again! Last round ladies! Then we can all go home and relax” As the gentle music began to play and you started to dance, you couldn’t help but think about the striking ocean blue eyes that sent a spark through your soul.
-end of part 1-
Part one of a new series, not gonna be a long one, maybe 5 parts at least-most…dunno which it's gonna be but, yeah! If you couldn’t guess, (y/n) is Chad's sister (fraternal twin but since its x reader you look like you and not automatically a female version of Chad) and isn’t like him, takes more after her mom n stuff. And yeah we got some simps in (y/n)s class lol.
Hope you enjoyed and will enjoy the next parts (to which I have no clue where this fic is actually gonna go I had a beginning and ending part to it and that was all lol, so lets see how this turns out)
