Committed - Harry Hook x Reader(OC)
Prompt : Aaliyah(reader), the daughter of Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, is arranged a husband to maintain the legacy of Maldonia. What she didn’t expect was who she would be arranged with.
Rating : T
Warnings : Few curse words, but other than that, none.
A/N : Sooo, I watched Descendants 2 yesterday, and I am in love with Harry Hook (and Uma), so I just spat this out last night. I haven’t seen the first movie, so i apologize if i got any characterization wrong. Send me feedback plz! I love off it! This will most likely become a miniseries. But click here to message me if you want a part 2!
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Commitment Day. The dream of any princess, except Aaliyah, of course.
Commitment day was a tradition for the children of royalty here in Auradon. To keep the royal legacy alive, the kingdom would have a huge ceremony where each royal would be paired with another. The mirror of Auradon would display the name of each royal’s true pair, and the two would be married off within the year. And today, on Aaliyah's 18th birthday, she would be paired with the person she would spend the rest of her life with. How exciting.
Aaliyah frowned as the designers continued to primp and poke her sides with needles as they fitted her gown for the evening. It was a soft lacy green that hugged her sides, and trailed behind her. It just like the dress her mother, Queen Tiana, was married in. She balanced a small silver tiara on her head as she tried to stand still in her high platform shoes.
"Oh, would you hold still?" Evie groaned repeatedly as she tried to place Aaliyah as still as possible. Evie and Aaliyah had become friends immediately when she first came from the Isle. While Mal would always be like a sister to Evie, Aaliyah was second best. Evie always told Aaliyah that her blunt attitude made her nostalgic for the Isle, and how well Aaliyah would have fit in there. "I would stop moving if you would stop poking me with that stupid needle." Aaliyah groaned, her feet aching in the five inch platforms that Evie had forced on her. "Who even wears shoes this high?" "I do. Now stay." Evie backed away from Aaliyah's stumbling figure on the platform, and admired her new creation from afar. "Perfect. You look beautiful." "Let's just hope my future husband thinks so." Aaliyah rolled her eyes at the thought, then hobbled over to a nearby chair to rest. Evie frowned at the disappointment in Aaliyah's voice.
"Oh come on, Lia." Evie sighed happily. "You're not excited to meet the one guy on this earth who is perfect for you? Who's going to fall in love with you no matter the flaw? Will love you no matter what?" Evie danced around happily as she thought of her sweetheart boyfriend Doug who she has been going strong with for almost a year now.
"This is coming from the girl who found her guy, on her own. Commitment day is nothing more than an arranged marriage. It's all politics." Aaliyah sighed in relief as she pulled off her deathly heels and let her feet relax on the cool wood floor. "And besides, what if I don't even like the guy?"
To say Aaliyah had doubts would be the understatement of the century. She hated the ideas of arranged marriage, hell, marriage in general. She knew she had what it took to be a ruler all by herself, and another person in her life would just get in the way. She tried, even begged with her parents to miss the ceremony, but her mother said her journey as princess wasn’t finished yet, and that she was “almost there”.
“Lia, I can understand if you’re scared, but you shouldn’t be. The mirror isn’t going to give you anything you can’t handle.” Evie grabbed a few makeup brushes and began to pat and dab at Aaliyah’s face. “It was made to make your life better. So you can be the best Queen of Maldonia. Why not share that with someone you’re destined to be with?”
Aaliyah hated how Evie made it seem so easy. Evie was always so lighthearted and hopeful, but Aaliyah had somehow become the pessimist. “But why do I have to share it? Why can’t I be a queen in my own right?” Aaliyah cried out in frustration.
Evie sighed, shaking her head. “Aaliyah, no one is taking that away from you. No one can take that away from you.”
Aaliyah looked up at her friend with a pout, “But what if I’m not good enough, Evie? What if my parents want em to do this because they know I need someone else to rule, and they don't trust me to be Queen?”
Evie kneeled down to Aaliyah’s height, smiling at her. “You know that your parents are so proud of you, and you’re going to be the best queen there is. They just want you to be happy. And if you really don’t want to marry, then will figure it out later, alright?”
Aaliyah sighed with a smile. “Why do you always know exactly what to say?”
“It’s my specialty.” Evie laughed as the two hugged. “Now, let's get you ready for that ceremony.”
Aaliyah had never felt nerves like this before. The ceremony had started a little less than an hour ago, and she was sat on a stage in front of thousands of people, about to be told who she was destined to marry. As much as she didn't want to think about it, it was eating away at her. Her stomach tied in knots and she was fighting the strong urge to throw up all over the marble stage.
Fairy Godmother was hosting the ceremony and had been rambling on about the importance of marriage and love for what felt like hours. Aaliyah was sure she was going to puke if she had to hear the words “love”, “trust” and “matrimony” one more time.
Suddenly, the castle’s royal bells chimed loudly, signaling it was time for the decisions to be made. Aaliyah’s breath hitched at the sound, a numbness flowing through her body.
She was eighth in line for the announcement. Some of her friends had gone already, some cheerful with their decisions, others more calm, yet no one seemed upset. Aaliyah didn't know what she was expecting, but everything seemed too good to be true.
"Princess Aaliyah of Maldonia." Fairy Godmothers’ melodic voice and the screams of the crowd interrupted her intrusive thoughts as she stood and did her best not to fall in her faulty shoes. She waved politely at the crowd, even blowing a kiss here and there to some. She watched every smiling face, everyone so excited for her to find her one true love. Everyone, except her. She made her way to the platform, where her mother and father stood behind her, smiling at her with excitement. The joy in their eyes was enough to convince Aaliyah. She needed to do this, for them. She stood proudly, nodding at Fairy Godmother to continue and display the name of her future husband. "And the future husband of princess Aaliyah and king of Maldonia is...." Fairy Godmother looked down into the magic mirror that has displayed the name. Aaliyah dared not to peek, nor wanting to react too early and ruin the surprise. The silence and suspense was killing her. Had the others waited this long for their names? Maybe the mirror was broken, or wasn't working right now. The crowd hadn’t screamed with excitement like she had expected, rather a large gasp. She turned her head swiftly to take a peek at the mirror, hoping to see a name. When she looked, all she saw was a look of horror in Fairy Godmother’s eyes. Aaliyah sighed with despair. "Oh no..."
Down at the Isle, Harry laughed loudly as he watched Gil fumble around the bar with drinks in hand. Gil was probably the clumsiest person he knew, but watching him trip over his own legs was just as enjoyable as the first time.
"Aye, I must say, the boy's legs are as faulty as wooden ones." Harry joked to Uma who was sat beside him, enjoying the same show. "He's a plague unto himself. It's only a matter of time before he breaks something." Uma laughed before turning away to focus on something else. Harry remained in his seat, admiring the mess of the Isle. As long as he could remember, the disgust and filth of the Isle was a home. His father had taught him the ways of the island, and he had done the same for his sisters, Harriet and CJ. He had eventually worked his way to the top of the hierarchy, next to Uma of course. He was practically a king in the Isle's eyes, and his power was something he wasn't willing to give up. "Uma! Uma!" A loud shriek grabbed the attention of the entire bar as a small child came rushing through the main doors. He looked frantically across the room, searching for Uma's presence. Harry, wanting to have a little fun, approached the small child with a mischievous grin. "What do you think you're doing here, child?" Harry barked, hooking the collar of the child's coat into his hand and lifting him off the ground. The gaze of fear in the child's eyes gave Harry a rush of power. "This is no place for little ones." "I-I must speak to Ms.Uma." The child stuttered nervously as he quivered in the mere presence of Harry and his hook. "I don't know, she doesn't take well to intruders." Harry pulled a small sword from his side pocket and let it dance between his fingers. "Shall I deal with you myself?"
In all honesty, Harry would never harm a child, especially one so young. But his image as the son of Hook was apparent and needed to be proven to everyone. The eyes of the people of the Isle were on him constantly, and he had to show who was in charge.
"Put him down, Harry." Uma's gruff voice sounded from the back room, stepping into the dim light. "He's one of our lookouts." Harry took a second look at the shivering child before placing him back down on the ground. "Since when have you been recruiting lookouts?" "Ever since Mal and crew "visited" the Isle, I wanted to be sure of those who entered our home." Uma told Harry. "Now what is it?" The child attempted to speak again, slightly out of breath from the struggle with Harry. "Aurodan officials, on the border, headed here." He panted quietly. "What? Auradon is here?" Uma shouted.The whole bar has gone quiet, just the low growls of customers who were similarly confused. "Why is Auradon on our shores?" Harry growled at the whimpering child. "For you, Sir Hook." A smooth voice erupted the noise in the bar. Glancing at the front doors, three men in golden blazers with the Auradon symbols pressed on their chests stood proudly as they stared down at Harry. "Me?" Harry gaped in awe. What would a pirate like him have to do with Auradon. "Aye, mate. Whatever you think I did, you're wrong. I haven't stepped foot on Auradon." "That is not the reason we are here." A man chimed in before unveiling a large scroll. "Sir Harold Hook, by the power of the Godmother’s magic mirror, you have been arranged to be the husband of Princess Aaliyah, and future king of Maldonia." Arranged? Husband? King? Harry's head was now spinning as the others all gasped in shock amongst each other. He could hear the indistinct whispers of the crowd. How could someone like him be arranged with a princess. He was a pirate, not a prince. "What are you talking about? Harry isn't any king. He's a pirate." Uma barked at the Auradon officials. Harry could see the anger flowing through Uma’s veins. He was her right hand man, and no one would take him away from that. "The decision has been made by the mirror. It is irreversible and must be followed." One of the men chimed. "We have arranged for Sir Hook to travel to Auradon to meet his wife and her family. You, sir, must come with us." The men reached out their hands towards Harry, but in shock, Harry whipped out his sword in defense. The men leaned back with hesitation.
"Whoa, whoa, Harry isn't leaving." Gil stepped toward his friends side, glaring at the Auradon men. "Harry is a man of the Isle, and your ways in Auradon will never change that.” Uma growled, followed by a few other pirates from the crew. The whole gang had now swarmed in front of the men, Harry, Uma and Gil leading the pack.
Harry slyly approached the officials, carefully aiming his hook at their throats. The men did their best to hold their ground, but Harry just laughed at the pure fear in their eyes.
“If your little princess wants to marry me, Harry snatched the scroll from the official's hands, carefully dipping his hook into a bottle of ink, and signing the bottom. “Tell her where she can find me.”
“I should have known. God, I’m so stupid!” Aaliyah cried out as she paced back and forth across her dorm floor. Evie was sat carefully on her bed with Doug, both trying to calm Aaliyah down. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this mess.”
“There is no way you could have known, Aaliyah.” Doug tried to comfort her. “No one knows what the mirror is going to say until it's said.”
“There has to be a mistake, right? The mirror, it glitched. Or maybe it thought I was someone from the Isle. My father isn’t from Auradon, that's why, right?”
Evie looked at Aaliyah with concern. “The mirror’s magic is extremely powerful. I don’t think it got anything wrong. I think, Harry Hook is supposed to be your husband.”
Aaliyah turned towards her friend, her mind filled rage and confusion. “How could you say that, Evie? He’s a pirate. He lives on the Isle, he’s a villain!”
Evie stood to face Aaliyah. “And I was just like him, Aaliyah. I am the daughter of a villain. I lived on the Isle my entire life. How am I any different than Harry?” She wasn’t angry at Aaliyah like she had expected, just hopeful.
“You didn’t want to be on the Isle, you wanted something more. You’ve told me the stories, Harry is a tyrant who only wants destruction. He’ll never be a king.” Aaliyah knew better than to compare Evie to anyone from the Isle. Even if that was her home, she was nothing like them.
“Princess Aaliyah?” The three turned to face the door, stood beside it was an Auradon guard, waiting for his approval to enter. “ We have word from Sir Harry of the Isle.”
“Come in. What did he say?” Aaliyah asked frantically, pulling the poor man into the room.
“Well, Sir Hook has refused to come to Auradon, your highness. He requested we deliver this to you.” The guard handed off a crumbled scroll to Aaliyah. She grabbed it from his hands, frantically opening it and reading this contents.
Her eyes trailed to the bottom of the page where she noticed messy handwriting scribbled in black squid ink.
“Congratulations, princess. Your husband awaits on the Isle.”
- Harry Hook
Next to the note, Harry had drawn a large pirate hook, his personal signature. Aaliyah sighed, throwing the scroll onto the ground. “This is a mess. My husband is a freaking pirate who refuses to come to Auradon.” She had begun pacing back and forth across the room again, her nerves eating at her again.
“Aaliyah, just breathe.” Evie did her best to calm the frantic princess, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking her deep in the eyes. “If you want, I will go back to the Isle tomorrow morning and try to reason with Harry.”
“What? No.” Aaliyah backed away from Evie’s presence, shocked by her confession. “You’ve done so much to get out of the Isle, what kind of friend would I be if made you go back?”
“One who needed my help. I’m willing to go back if it means helping you.” Evie held Aaliyah’s hand, and gave her a comforting look. “
“Then I’m coming with you, Evie. There’s no way I’m letting you go alone.”
Evie nodded, turning towards the royal guard. “Tell King Ben Aaliyah and I will be heading for the Isle first thing in the morning.” The guard agreed, then headed off to inform Ben of the news.
Evie’s joyful smile had turned to a solemn pout. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Aaliyah questioned.
“For you, anything.” The girls smiled together and began to plan their arrival in the Isle.
That night, Aaliyah couldn’t sleep. She was too anxious. She had practically begged Evie to tell her stories of the Isle, mostly about Harry. While she was hesitant at first, Evie began the whole history of the Isle, and how they had all grew up. She told her stories of how Uma, Harry, and Gil became inseparable when they started their pirate crew.
As Aaliyah stared anxiously at her bedroom ceiling, she couldn’t help but --. She sat up from her bed, and looked out her window, gazing at the distant Isle.She wanted to know everything about it, she craved more. What was it like to live there, in the lowest of the lows, rather than her ivory tower? She was more curious as to what Harry was up to? Was he terrorizing some child, or wreaking havoc alongside Uma? She had to know.
Her gaze turned towards Evie’s figure, who was curled on the other bed in your room, sound asleep. Aaliyah could barely fathom the idea of having her go back to such a wretched place,somewhere she had fought so hard to leave. Without hesitation, she reached for the bag she had packed earlier for the trip. Grabbing her keys to the bikes, she quietly headed out the dorm room.
“I’m sorry, Evie.” Aaliyah whispered quietly, before shutting the door behind her. “But I have to go this alone.”
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