#havie

[descendantswriter]

Here are a couple more headcannons I have all recurring after Descendants 2

- Gil is actually really shy. His father’s confidence and loud opinions always caused him to agree with his father’s opinion whenever he was asked. So one day when Carlos asks him what he does for fun, his smile falters and he frowns. Carlos doesn’t wait for him to respond and drags him to the tourney field where he teaches him how to play. After that Carlos takes him to his tiny workshop where they fix up gizmos and gadgets.

- Harry leaves his pirate hat on the Isle of the Lost to help his transition from evil to good. Harry likes to sit on the bridge leading to the Enchanted Lake. It’s above a waterfall and reminds him of his old days sailing around. Evie spots him one day on her daily walk around Auradon and feels bad for him, because he doesn’t look like the Harry she knew. He’s changed his whole appearance and looks like a prince, not that she’s complaining. Evie decides to create him a whole new look. Something that’s not to edgy, but something that reminds him of the Isle. She transports to the Isle and picks up his hat and she tailors him a red leather blazer. She surprises him by showing up and he can’t contain himself and pulls her into a deep hug.

- Jay, Uma, and Lonnie actually end up petitioning and getting a girl’s tourney team. It all started when Jay and Uma were hanging out to try and bond and settle their differences. He tries to show her baking, but they both end up burning the whole kitchen. They try art, but none of them are good models because they can never stop laughing. So one day he takes her to the tourney field and take some shots. Lonnie tags a long after seeing them one day. They practice together and Uma makes good shots with Lonnie’s assists. The girls team starts to grow with Jane joining the team and others.

- Mal and Ben are never really around due to Ben being the King and Mal helping him out a lot. So Evie, Harry, Jay, Carlos, Uma, Gil, Jane, Lonnie, Chad, Doug, and Audrey sneak into the castle one night and surprise them with a big meal so they can relax and sit down and talk. Evie and Uma head to Ben’s office only to find Ben asleep on the floor and Mal hunched over his desk with the printer still running and the news on. Evie and Uma take a bunch of pics before waking the pair and leading them to the surprise downstairs. They all come together at least once a week, much to Gil and Audrey’s annoyance who cook all of the food.

- A lot of girls actually really like Gil for his shyness. Gil is a gentleman, unlike his dad, and knows how to treat a girl right. One day, Chad approaches him and asks him for help, because his relationship with Audrey is a mess. So Gil teaches him how to be a good boyfriend and him and Chad become best friends. 

- When Harry and Jane meet, they question whether or not they’re siblings. When they first see each other, they’re surprised so they go to Fairy Godmother to see if they actually are related. Turns out they look related, but aren’t. Even though the news is disappointing, Harry makes the decision to get to know her. They form a sibling like bond and Harry teases her about her crush on Carlos. They’re really immature around each other too, he pokes at her in classes they have together and she throws food at him during meal times. 

- Uma ends up being really good at taking care of animals. One day a dog runs into her at the park, it’s Dude, and she takes a quick liking to him. She teaches him tricks and is really gentle with him. She doesn’t realize Carlos watching from a far and he comments on her gift with taking care of animals. Uma shakes him off and when Dude doesn’t leave her side for a whole week she decides to help out with him. Carlos is more than happy to let Dude hang with Uma during date nights with Jane and when he’s busy. One night, Uma proposes an idea that her and Carlos should go ask Ben if they can rescue the suffering animals on the Isle and take them to a shelter in Auradon, which Ben approves.

- Evie is starts to get stressed out with juggling school and her fashion line and her growing popularity as a celebrity in Auradon. In an effort to keep her relaxed, Harry secretly does little things for her. Like do her homework when she’s passed out tired from a fashion show that went on too long the previous night, bring her dinner when she forgets to eat, buy her new materials when she runs out, and keep paparazzi away from her. He always makes sure to keep Evie company and give his honest opinion when asked about a dress. He makes sure to keep his girlfriend comfy at all costs.

[brokengem]

A Tale of a Hand

Fandom: Descendants Pairing: Harry Hook/Evie Rating: T for blood, dismemberment. Notes: [Found on AO3 if you like it want to leave a kudo or comment.]  I still haven’t finished Rise of the Isle of the Lost, so I’m so sorry for Harry’s ooc-ness. I saw the prompt and needed to write it, especially with my growing love for this pairing. Which I totally didn’t blow off some Jayvie writing for. I’m bad v.v. Story under the cut because well I wrote the warnings and while it’s not overly detailed, I don’t want to trigger anyone.

He howled in pain, falling to one knee with his arm drawn up protectively to his chest. He looked up with wild and crazy eyes, “You...you,”

“I didn’t...I didn’t expect,” Jay stumbled through his words, the blood covered sword in his hand dropping to the floor in a clatter - a sound that echoed around the silent deck.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. This was something that should have been expected, they weren’t playing with wooden swords like all those times as kids. These blades were real and sharp. It was only a matter of time before someone was actually sliced, but to lose a hand seemed extreme.

The son of THE Captain Hook tossed his head back and chuckled, escalating into maniacal laughter that would have made his dear old dad proud. It helped turn his attention elsewhere and not to the tremendous pain in his arm. If there was one good thing his dad taught him, it was to hold back his tears. He held his head high when facing his crew and he’d be damned if let them see a drop of water come from his eyes.

His vision was flooded in blue as soft yet forceful hands took his arm, in just a matter of seconds he felt fabric being wound around the spot his hand was before a solid pressure was pressed to it.

“Ah, princess,” he managed through clenched teeth, the pain coming close to being unbearable now.

“Harry, are…” Evie stopped, shaking her head of the silly question.

He tried to give his most charming smile but knew without a doubt it came as nothing more than a grimace, “I’m right as rain, love. Never better. Your mate got me good,” Harry met Jay’s eyes from beyond Evie’s shoulder, “great job, mate.”

Evie drew his attention back to her, her dark eyes scanning his face before taking a deep breathe. He didn’t miss the tear that slipped from one eye, “Dizzy’s gone to get Yensid. He’s,” she froze, a soft sob escaping her.

“Gone for a year and you’ve gone soft on me,” he teased, giving another failed attempt to smile. He winced as she applied more pressure in response.

He looked down for the first time to see the damage. His hand lied only a few inches from them in a pool of blood. His head spun at the sight, his stomach beginning to do some flips and turns. Harry pulled his attention away from the severed hand and instead down to where Evie held him, the fabrics she used were drenched blood. Her hands. Those pretty petite hands turned red and it was all because of him.

“That’s a lot of blood, princess,” he groaned, refusing to look up even when she tried push his head up.

He heard her call his name over and over. It wasn’t long before he heard his friends. Gil and Uma were calling for him, but their voices sounded farther away. A faint ‘he’s looking a little pale’ made him scoff, he was never scared. He brought fear to others. He was just feeling a little under the weather now. It had nothing to do with all the blood he’d just seen. All of his blood. It had nothing to do with his vision growing blurrier and blurrier until Evie’s tear stained face was swallowed by darkness.

                                                             ~X~

Harry groaned as he came too. His head was still spinning and his right hand was throbbing. Slowly he willed his eyes to open, surprised to see a dirty ceiling overhead and not the open sky. The bed he rested on was rough but still softer than what he was used to. He brought his right hand up to try and prop himself up, only to yell at the shot of pain that wracked through his body.

“Bloody hell!” he cursed, dropping back against the bed with his arm pulled back up to his chest as he tried to will the pain away.

“No, don’t try to move Harry.”

The barely there touch as enough to ground him, if for a moment, from the fiery pain in his arm. He gave the girl another grimace-like smile.

“Gone a year and now I can’t get rid of you,” he laughed, stopping short as he aggravated the injury. He cleared his throat, eyes falling to where his right hand once was. It was securely wrapped now, the white bandages slowly turning red.

“Yensid did the best with what we have on the Isle. I’m-,” Evie paused her hand reaching out for his and lacing their fingers together, “we’re bringing you back to Auradon. Ben thinks if we plead our case to Fairy Godmother, she’ll use her magic to reattach your hand. It’s the least we can do for what happened.”

Harry followed her gaze. He wanted to laugh at all the expressions staring back at him. Jay winced once their gazes met, offering an apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his head before disappearing. Carlos simply gave him a thumbs up before following his friend. Mal scowled, her eyes darting from him to Evie and back again, her expression softening only the slightest when he caught her. The young king looked about ready to burst in, for what, Harry had no idea, but he looked just as apologetic as the others before Mal pulled him away. Gil fidgeted at the door, looking torn before giving a small wave. Uma frowned, her arms crossed. She only gave him a raised brow, her own way of telling him she was worried. She didn’t leave like the others, but leaned against the doorframe. Gil’s face came back into view, resting on Uma’s shoulder to watch their friend.

“They’ve been worried,” Evie smiled, her free hand coming to rest over their joint hands.

“Can’t imagine why,” Harry laughed despite it all. He brought his bandaged hand into view. The pain was still there, not so much a burning sensation now. He wondered if Yensid had given him anything to help, “I never thought it would hurt this much.”

Evie blinked, “You...you didn’t think? Harry, your hand was cut off, what were you expecting it to feel like?”

He shrugged, regretting the action immediately. He saw Evie turn to the door. Uma waved her off before she could say a word.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get the old magician.”

“The old codfish used to tell me stories about that day, you know,” Harry muttered once alone. “That grand fight with Peter Pan. How Peter had only own because he’d taken dad’s hand. He never mentioned the horrible pain that came with it.” He felt Evie squeeze his hand, “He’ll think me a disgrace for fainting at the sight of blood.” Harry frowned. He wasn’t worried too much about his dad, it was the reaction he’d get from Harriet that sent a shiver down his spine.

“That old codfish is full of hot air,” Evie stated, drawing a smile from Harry. She had never liked his father and never shied away from hiding it.

Harry stared just beyond her shoulder where a glint of silver caught his eye. His hook rested on a small table beside his tricorn hat and what he figured to be his hand wrapped in white bandaging. “Think if I ask nicely, Big Blue will let me keep the hook instead?”

The blue haired witch stared down at him in disbelief, a sad smile coming to her lips as she shook her head. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He nodded, satisfied. He hoped she will. Harry settled back, careful as he made himself comfortable. Uma and Gil still hadn’t returned with Yensid and he’s efforts of trying to ignore the pain were making him tired. It wasn’t long before his eyes fell close, Evie muttering a soft, ‘get more rest.’ He listened, letting her soft humming lull him off to sleep.

[havie-mnfct]

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[d3lighl4]

shepard ask: sol + stars + stardust?

Sol System - What is your Shepard’s class, background, military history?

Ahava Shepard was born on Mindoir. After the slaughter the Alliance put her in a sort of witness-protection program and went to a private military school. After that she figured the next step was to join the real Alliance Military Training program, also she really looked up to Anderson so it was kinda ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “If my adopted dad is doin it guess I better do it too”

Stars - Who is your Shepard’s LI?

Joker! They met during space training when she accidentally kicked a soccer ball at him and broke one of his ribs. They’ve been best friends for forever and start dating during ME:2 and stay together after ME:3 (shepard never dies dont u bring that fake trash in here bioware)

Stardust - What kind of clothes do they usually wear off-duty? (sporty, elegant or specific clothes like sweatpants, jeans etc)

Havie is basically in the mood of that, if you cant be comfortable in what you’re wearing what the fuck are you doing? She wears sweatpants and her alliance hoodie. If she knows shes gonna be seen by some dicks she wears something that shows off her muscles. 

During formal events she wears a tuxedo and sporty stuff she just wears what she normally do. 

Thank you!! 

[d3lighl4]

Look.........i dont wanna b that person but it needs 2b said "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" is such a good song for shepard especially when they return to the Normandy after ME3 ending (if u hc they live, i do, because i dont hate myself that much) or when they find out who died during the final mission

[oh-ladynyan-blog]

- Son mis actitudes las malas... - y se me quebró la voz. Él me observó detenidamente y a mí no me gustaba llorar en frente de nadie. - Tengo que irme. - Tome mi bolso y me dirigí rápidamente hacia la puerta de la habitación. - Y vas aguantar el llanto hasta llegar a tu casa? - gire a observarlo anonadada, nadie nunca me lo había planteado así, él no me dijo "quédate" o "cómo te irás así?", él me dijo lo que vio y lo que era. Fugazmente lo abrace y comencé a llorar como una maldita engendra del demonio, lloraba como si me estuvieran despedazando por dentro a puñaladas y eso era lo que realmente sentía porque dolía, dolía como nunca.

[oh-ladynyan-blog]

Tengo tanto por escribir y expresar, pero no sé cómo hacerlo, no sé empezar.

Yo.