#enchaentd

[tiderider]

she wove a spell around him with thoughtless ease and harry let her. the scent of wild flowers and sunlight drifted around them both, a clouded dream made real in the sheltered comfort of the seahouse. her fingers threaded through his hair, combing dark locks back behind his ears, scratching nails against his scalp featherlight. she touched him so gently, held him so softly, and when she spoke, the emotion trapped within her mouth sang to something, someone, he'd long ago buried.

"someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. you were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were."

he didn't know how to react. or even if he should react at all. it was an unspoken thing, all things on the isle were. it was a secret everyone knew but no one ever spoke aloud, how captain hook treated his only son. what he'd done, what he hadn't done, what he'd let others do to him, what he'd told others to do to him. harry let his eyes fall closed and turned, rolling into her so he could bury his face into her stomach and wrap his arms around her waist. // @enchaentd , prompt .

[jasnstilnski]

@enchaentd: “I missed you.”

its a sweet sentiment, but he's still not the boy she misses. he's closer now than he was a year ago, back when he was in the vice grip of the drugs, when his addictions and traumas were running his life. he's working his way back, he's trying his best, but he'll never be that boy again. he knows too much now, has done too much, the childlike innocence has finally faded away, leaving him with jagged edges and a hollow emptiness inside. he's not sure how to navigate this, the changing relationships, the slow attempts to return to a life that he fears he'd burned to ashes. how could she want him back in her life? after all he'd said and done, after all the pain, how could she be so willing to take him back? how could she still be so kind and gentle?

he watches her a moment, but quickly the guilt becomes uncomfortable, he has to turn away, can't look her in the eye while he remembers what he'd done. this is one of the things he'd always struggled with, socialization and conversation never his forte, but it seems its only gotten harder. his time on the streets hadn't exactly been a healthy learning experience, he wasn't cultivating any skills. it feels like it was the opposite, like everything he'd learned had slowly faded from his mind as his life turned to shambles. "'m sorry." voice soft, nervous. in that sense, at least, he's just like he used to be. the quiet timidness, that's something he's kept after all this time. his anger took over for a while, but now he's returned to the melancholy silence. he wants to hug her, but he's not prepared to make that move. to deal with touch, to handle the emotional response, to feel warmth like that. he doesn't think he deserves it. allie had always been a source of safety, a warm comfort that could make everything okay. but he remembers how she cried, he remembers the way she'd looked at him. he doesn't deserve her forgiveness.

[bytectrl]

i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off. / but from allie who sees him suffering at all and is apologizing

orion chuckled, a breathless sound that hurt him like a knife between his ribs. but it was a good hurt. he lay his hand over allies, heavy and gentle despite the incredible violence that had been both endured and executed.

❝ you don't ever have to be sorry, darlin'. ❞ orion said, his voice was rougher than usual, throat dry and lips chapped but he was alive. gloriously alive. ❝ just being yourself, and being here is helping me. ❞

bagley blew a raspberry through his earpiece but it was easy to ignore when allie was looking at him with her big doe eyes. he gave her hand a squeeze, thumbing the back of her fingers affectionately.

[taroet-archive]

allie emerges from her pretend-hibernation pink and sparkly, cheeks and nose only a little bitten from the cold, but arms bearing at least one tender gift, and warm wishes to combat everything else. “happy holidays, rubes! i brought you a little cactus to keep you company, ‘cause they’re good inside friends for this time of year. and- and it has a little bow, too! see?”  she bounds forward for a hug, a little bounce and throwing of her arms. she kisses ruby on the cheek.  “love you!” 🌵💕🎀

Ruby’s eyes light up like the chandeliers at the Rose Casino — warm, dazzling & sharp enough to blind. Her cheeks flush pink, a hue that rivals the sparkly frost dusting Allie’s coat, though whether it’s from the chill of the air or the affection bubbling in her chest, even she couldn’t say.

“ A cactus? ” Ruby’s brows arch with amused curiosity, dark eyes flicking toward the little green plant dressed up in its festive bow. Her voice drips with a honeyed blend of affection & teasing, the kind only Allie could draw out of her. “ My darling Allie, are you saying I need company? What about you? You’re my most important inside friend, ” she declares, lips curving into a pout before giving way to a grin.

She accepts the hug with open arms, her petite frame enveloped in Allie’s warmth. Ruby holds onto her tightly, if only for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the way the cold melts away under the spark of their shared energy. The kiss on her cheek leaves a sweet burn & Ruby giggles — a sound reserved for the few who know how to crack her carefully crafted composure.

“ Love you too, ” she murmurs, softer, almost vulnerable, before quickly recovering her usual dramatic flair. “ But next time, bring me a rose bush or something. You know my aesthetic demands more grandeur. ” Ruby’s fingers trail over the cactus’s tiny bow, her tone playful but her smile brimming with gratitude. “ Though I’ll admit, this little guy is pretty cute. Just like you. ”

[washeartsbreaking]

alice pulled allie close to her as she snuggled in. she reached up and ran her free hand through her hair. the question surprised her, but it also didn't. allie had managed to find her way beyond alice's walls she'd built up. she let her in, let her so close that now they were snuggling and alice didn't feel any need to push her way. "i don't understand why you'd want to know that." alice wasn't ashamed for who she was or what she'd done, nor did she think it would drive allie away. she just didn't want to change how allie saw her yet. "i've told you, i'm not a good person."

REPLY to @enchaentd / allie fleur *

[tiderider]

his brow furrowed, baffled at the idea that her scars were ugly. he thumbed the soft tissue, a gentle but persistent caress against the things she seemed convinced were horrifying and shameful. the people from auradon had strange beliefs about imperfections, treating them as things to be thrown out or hidden away. it shouldn't have surprised him that allie seemed to have the same ideas, but he had experienced allie's curiosity and fascination for himself. how she had interrogated him about his own, explored his body for every knick and faded cut and placed her warm kisses against them as if they still hurt.

harry leaned forward and placed a kiss of his own against the scars on her back even while she talked. ❝ i like them, ❞ harry said between each kiss, ❝ they're a part of you. whatever made them, you survived it. you should be proud of them . . . i'm proud of them. ❞

harry shifted when allie did, leaning on one elbow as she pushed herself into a sitting position and bathed herself in sunlight. she took his hand and harry stroked his thumb over her skin softly. the truth of what had been done to her seemed just out of reach, a memory clouded in the fog of childhood and other nefarious methods of manipulation but enough of it was there for harry to piece together. he was no stranger to the cruelty of parents. ❝ what you are is in your blood, ❞ harry said after a moment of silence, ❝ you don't need to earn your wings, allie. they're yours, even if we can't see them. ❞ // @enchaentd , continued from here .

[tiderider]

the song slips from his lips, honeyed and dripping, voice a soft trill whispered in the dark. the pirate pulled her close, fingerstips slipping down the length of her spine, grasping at her waist and her hips as they swayed through the seahouse. lovers haunting the creaking floorboards as moonlight spilled through the old glass window and he hummed gently as her fingers danced across the back of his neck.

he stared down at her, unburdened. gazed at the fullness of her lips, the softened angles of her face and her eyes, vibrant blue like the sea in sunlight. she was a treasure, golden and real, and his. unlike anything— anyone, he had ever known. serene, playful, optimistic, kind. gods she was so kind, and when she kissed him, he came undone.

harry sunk into her kiss, engulfed within the cool currents of her embrace, carried in the tide. he curled over her, pulled her flush against his chest, and drowned in her love. slipping his hands down the length of her waist, he grasped her thighs and lifted her off the floor. he carried her through the rest of the seahouse by memory, tongue sweeping across her lower lip, teeth grazing against soft tissue until he could set her down at the window seat. passed the glass lay the docks, and beyond it, the dark horizon of the sea.

he kissed her there, hard and hungry. // @enchaentd , continued from here .

[00sgoth-a]

matching with allie costume that's what

✉️ WHAT COSTUME SHOULD IAN WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN?

❛❛ matching how? ❜❜ it's your lucky time of the year, allie —— because as long as it isn't one of those ridiculously shitty couples costumes from party city where he's the plug and she's the socket... well, he should be game. ( besides, ) who's he to pass up on possibly seeing her in some skimpy little outfit? he'd rather die than miss out on that, actually. ❛❛ let me guess— angel and devil? jack and sally? ❜❜