𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐡. 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⇢ 𝒕𝒘𝒐
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⇢ harry hook x daughter of tiana! fem! reader
"shouldn't you be more worried about finding out who spelled you? y'know instead of staring at me like a slab of meat."
"prettiest piece o' meat I ever seen..."
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⇢ nsfw 18+, violence, fighting, profanity, mature themes, innuendos, story is set after the events of all three movies, references their plot lines, scottish accent.
𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅 ⇢ PRINCESS, h. hook
You were going to murder Miranda, demigoddess-ness be damned.
The party wasn't at all what she described—in fact, it was the complete opposite.
Just a couple people?
Almost the entire school was there.
Taking it easy?
Majority of them were sloshed off Lefou's Brew—Gil somehow managed to smuggle it in—and acting like complete animals.
Listening to some music?
The party was one more unce-unce song away from becoming a fucking rave.
'I knew I should've brought my book down here...'
And then there was you.
The princess sitting on the marble bench while she sipped her spiced cider, watching all of the merriment from the sidelines while routinely tugging on her too-short dress, counting down the nanoseconds until Miranda gave her the go-ahead to leave for the night.
And while everyone else was too busy living it up to notice, a certain blue-haired pirate couldn't help but be intrigued by your stand-offish demeanor.
Deciding she wanted some entertainment, Uma tossed her cup over her shoulder, making her way over to you.
Much to your dismay.
"Don't even," you groaned, taking a heavy gulp of your cider before holding up your hand to stop her, "I've had enough swamp barbs for today. If you wanna torment someone, go find Gil or something."
"Chill, princess," she chuckled, eyes flicking to the bench before turning to you. "I just wanna chat."
Wary, you looked her up and down, scanning for any sort of malicious intent, and, surprisingly, you found none.
So you let out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as you slid over, making some room to sit.
"I noticed you weren't as festive as the other shrimp floatin' around here," she remarked, taking a seat, glancing at you out the corner of her eye.
"S'cause they're all sloshed," you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. "I bet half of these people couldn't tell you their name."
She chuckled, "But not you, right?" her brow raised, snatching a cup out of someone's hand as they passed by.
"Nope. I got business to handle tomorrow, which means I gotta stay sharp."
Uma paused for a moment, surprised by your answer.
Being a princess, she expected you to say something like Oh, I only drink champagne or My mother would never approve or something square like that
But she could actually relate to what you said.
She gave you a respectful nod, showing her approval, "I like that... At least someone here's got a clue."
"No kidding," you agreed, watching as a drunk Brodie Dunbroch got ready to shoot an apple off the head of Miranda's eldest brother, Milo. "Y'know, I know this is off topic but I forgot to tell you on the tour that the dating pool here sucks."
Not that you spoke from experience... but Miranda told you to tell all the female new arrivals as a precaution, anyway.
"Eh, what's a few boy toys here and there," she shrugged before turning to the son of Robin Hood, who was standing across the way, watching her.
Effortlessly, she threw on a lazy, flirty smile, sending him a sly wave.
It worked like a charm.
Just going off looks alone, Richard was a golden boy, six feet of lean muscle and charm—which rivaled that of Flynn Rider—with soft blonde hair and a pearly smile that made all the girls swoon.
But the moment his eyes landed on Uma, he was redder than a pepper, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.
'Damn, she's good...'
"I take it you're not used to being on the receiving end of that... 'specially with the way you were eyein' Harry this morning."
Your eyes turned into saucers, and you nearly spit out your drink.
"Excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, sharpening your tone just a bit.
"Don't play dumb with me, princess. We both know you're smarter than that," she bit right back, not letting up.
Out of nervous habit, you glanced away, your eyes ironically landing on Harry, who seemed to be having an interesting chat with Helena, daughter of the Enchantress—the witch who cursed Beast.
Feeling watched, his eyes flitted behind the redhead, only to see your sparkling gems staring at him from across the courtyard.
'Adorable...'
Slyly, he shot you another wink, your face warming at the shit-eating grin rising to his lips.
Helena noticed this, and turned around to see what he was looking at, only find you as the object of his attention.
Her sickeningly sweet smile dropped to a scowl in a second.
You turned away before you could see any more, facing Uma with renewed vigor.
"Okay, and what if a was?" you rolled your eyes, feigning indifference.
"Then I'd tell you to stay away from what's mine," her voice lowered, serious.
You were completely taken aback.
Hers?
'Was she not just flirting with Richard like two seconds ago?'
"Yours?" you scoffed, brows furrowed.
"Yes, mine," she clarified, not missing a beat. "Auradon or not, I still got my crew. And in unknown territory I can't have my first mate distracted by any princess with a pulse."
"I don't think that's your decision to make," you fired back, incredulously.
You didn't even know why you were fighting her about it.
You'd already decided for yourself earlier that Harry was off limits, so why care?
'If I'm not gonna go for someone, then it's because I don't want to. Not because some piece of calamari told me I couldn't.'
"Don't think 'cause I'm in this prep school I won't rock you right here, right now," she warned, leaning in closer. "Choose your next words carefully."
But you didn't waver, sharing the same intensity in your glare.
"Don't think 'cause I was raised in a castle that I won't defend myself. These other princesses might be sheltered, but I assure you, I am not."
You were bluffing your ass off.
Sure, in a normal fist fight you could probably hold your own pretty decently.
But against a girl who could turn herself into a sea monster?
'As if.'
You figured if you faked it long enough, you'd make it out with all your teeth intact.
Uma paused for a moment, scanning your face one final time, before she suddenly pulled back with a laugh, a smile stretching across her lips.
'What...?'
"I like you," she chuckled, standing up from her seat. "Imma go see what lover boy's all about."
And with that, she walked away, leaving you sitting there with the equivalent of emotional whiplash.
"I don't think I'll ever understand the VKs," you exhaled, slumping in your seat and finishing off your cider.
It wasn't long after that you threw in the towel.
You wished Miranda goodnight, narrowly avoiding her dragging you back to the party with her super-strength, before starting back up to your dorm, practically slumping against the door once you made it inside.
Your day had been a whirlwind, to say the least, and your body wanted absolutely nothing more than to sprawl out on the bed and catch some Zs.
But, even with the late, or rather, early hour—two to be exact—you didn't allow it.
First, you changed into some more comfortable clothes—some pajama shorts and a flimsy, green tank top—before straightening up the mess Miranda had made in her attempt to find you the perfect dress.
Once all that was done, you finally sat down at your desk, opening up your chemistry textbook and pulling out your notepad to write with.
'Alright, Chapter Eight: Acids and Bases...'
But before you could even read the first word, someone frantically knocked on your door.
"Faldi Faldonza!" you groaned, throwing your head back in anguish.
You had half the mind to ignore it.
And, honestly, you did, returning to your book and pretending to be asleep.
But it wasn't long before the frantic rap turned into a distressed bang, completely disrupting your flow.
"Fine! I'm coming!" you caved, roughly pushing your chair back in and storming toward the door.
If Maleficent herself wasn't burning the school down, heads were going to roll.
"Miri, I swear to God, if this is some kind of jo—"
Swinging the door open, you never in a million years would have expected to see Harry Hook on the other side.
Especially not looking like that.
"Shit," he panted, breathless, as he clutched his stomach, leaning against the door frame for support.
It had to be your dorm...
"Can I... mph! ...Can I come in?"
Faldi Faldonza - Oh my God