Mjölnir; the dragon of Rose Tougard-Hook. a rare hybrid of a nightfury and a skrill. born with incredibly powerful lighting capabilities, it is rare to survive an aggressive encounter with this beast, powerful jaws, metalic claws and wing hooks; if you engage this dragon, hide. it might be your only chance before you are struck down with the might of thor. they are slow to trust and picks a select few people to take into their family. rarely, once they choose them, will they let more in. unlike its predecessor, the skrill; who has a shot limit of 4, the hybrid can shoot 6 shots before needing to recharge. the same as a night fury.
this skrill-fury can travel on lighting, much like his rider- Rose Tougard-Hook; the chief of Vidar, who had been blessed by the gods with the power of lightning. Mjölnir can also retract his spikes in place of his teeth, so his rider can place his saddle comfortably around him. 10 feet tall and nearly thrice as long; Mjölnir is a beast that fits his 6′5 rider, and is very protective of his chosen family, especially of his rider, her spouses, and their hatchlings.
Summary: Now that the group has everything they need for the magic elixir, how will they react to giving the Isle of the Lost a little taste of magic?
Pairings: Harry x OC, Uma x OC, Harry x Uma x OC, platonic!Gil x OC, a little bit of platonic!Gil x Harry, past!OC x OC in a flashback scene
Rating: T
Warnings: Mild profanity, descriptive threats of murder, a flashback scene that kind of shines a light on how much of a dick Sofi’s dad was and how much she deserved better, also a little bit of sexual tension at the beginning but honestly not much
Tags: I honestly feel like people have stopped paying attention to this fic so I’m gonna stop with the tags for now but I’ll start them again if enough people ask.
Author’s Note: I am really sorry about the long pause, it’s been kind of hard writing for this fandom when the content for it has started to dwindle. I’m going to try my best to keep the Descendants fandom alive since I really love it but considering it’s been almost a year since the last movie came out, it’s going to be hard.
“How do we know the Doctor’s not going to flake out on us? He’s done it before.” Harry asked as he shifted into the sofa. The four of us, now permanently deciding to include Gil on our plan, had gone back to the room where the plan first became set in stone. I had sent out a sort of distress call to the Doctor himself telling him that the hairs were ready to be mixed into the elixir, which was incredibly hard without any magic, but somewhat possible nonetheless. I looked over to Harry and leaned my head on his shoulder as a small, bored yawn escaped my lips.
“He won’t flake on me. Dr Facilier has worked with my family before. He’s well aware of how powerful my father was; and, if I am anything like my father, he’ll know I’m not a force to mess with either. Unfortunately, my father and I have more in common than I’d like to admit.” I ran a thin finger through his black, matted locks as the four of us sat and waited not so patiently for the doctor to arrive. Noticing my physical affection towards Harry, Uma moved closer next to me and leaned in to whisper to me.
“You know, you’ve been latching onto Harry a lot today, you two didn’t play without me, did you?” Due to our vicinity, both Harry and I heard her words. A small shiver ran up my spine as her voice sent warm air across my skin.
“Of course not, Captain. If a game is what you want, though, I’m sure the two of us would be happy to oblige.” Harry smirked, interjecting the tension between Uma and I. The two looked as if their lips were about to lock when they were both blocked by a lock of blonde hair.
“Not to interrupt, guys, but I hear footsteps.” He was definitely interrupting. But, it was for good reason. Harry, Uma and I moved slightly farther apart as Harry quickly grabbed his hook and I readied my hand on my dagger, prepared in case it was some unwanted visitor walking through the door.
“Will you put your hook down, pirate boy? It’s just me. Sorry if I’m late, but I had a bit of a run in with one of Cruella’s goons.” My eyes quickly widened as I stood and ran towards him like a wild, hungry tiger.
“What the fuck, Doc! What did you tell them? You didn’t see Cruella, did you?” Before I could get close enough for the Doctor to feel the steam from my ears, Uma and Harry interjected the space between. Harry put an arm out to block Facilier from defending himself as Uma moved closer to me in an attempt to calm my anger.
“Relax, babygirl,” Uma calmly spoke, using the pet name that seemed to work on me like a magic spell every time. Yet it only worked when it slipped from her lips. “Cruella’s been indisposed since she saw Maleficent get turned into a lizard at Ben’s coronation. Jafar’s been hiding from the embarrassment of his son becoming a good kid and the Evil Queen...Well I don’t know what’s happened with her. Rumor has it she changed her name to Regina and drank a potion transporting her to some different dimension where Auradon doesn’t even exist. Wherever she is, she’s not here. None of them care about themselves anymore to worry about some little trinkets getting stolen.” With a deep inhale, I took a step back and watched as Uma turned toward the Doctor. She somehow seemed so confident, so professional, no matter the circumstances. I very rarely let somebody else dominate me both in and out of sensual situations. But with Uma, it was like disobeying her meant taking away every ounce of oxygen in my body. I needed her like a fish needs water. “I’m sure they were taken care of? Tell me, Doc, how’d you do it? Choke them until their faces turned blue? Slashed them across their necks and watched as their blood spewed like a fountain? Then again, I guess that would’ve messed up your clothes.”
“I left them unharmed.” Facilier replied after a slight hesitation. This must have been his first time meeting Uma. Otherwise he would’ve been prepared for her high-handed attitude and body language. “Getting my hands dirty would have perked some ears around the Isle. I assume you want this plan to remain secret until the time is right?” Uma nodded her head and turned around, leading the two of us back to the sofa we sat on before. She fixed her eyes on the black, still cauldron in front of us.
“You’d assume correctly. Now, do you have the ingredients or not?” Facilier stood still, looking through his large, black satchel for what we were hoping were the ingredients. Uma, however, was not going to accept silence as an answer. “Now, Doctor. We mustn't lurk in doorways...it’s rude.” She chuckled as she watched Facilier hesitantly walk into the room and towards the cauldron. Then, like a child tentatively unwrapping a present, he started to take the ingredients out of his satchel and placed them on a nearby rickety desk.
“I know you said enough for two gulps. But, I figured it’d be best to take everything instead of leaving some behind and risk getting caught. Should be enough for five elixirs. One for each of you kids...and an extra in case things go sideways.” It was laid out like a buffet. Eight dog bones, a large bowl of dust from Jafar’s stolen lamp, and five apples with exactly one bite taken out of each. “How many hairs did you get?”
“Ten. The recipe called for five but...I may have gotten carried away. There’s something succulent about hearing his pain, especially since he deserves every single bit of it.” I stated, keeping my voice and face as blank as possible. Despite the Doctor knowing what Ben had done to the boys on Neverland, I refused to let him see me emotional or otherwise affected by it.
“Showing any kind of emotion, especially towards men, is weakness. The second a boy or man sees a tear fall down that wretched face of yours, they’ll know what I’ve known since the day you were born. You could never be a leader.” I heard my own father’s voice echo in my head. I couldn’t help but feel my surroundings grow fuzzy and mute as I only heard his voice. “If you can’t stand up to a measly wolf cub, how could you ever lead these boys in the case of battle?” His one remark to me when I came to him with bite marks and gruesome scratches. He’d sent me into the jungle to hunt for dinner. While walking back to camp with some fox meat, a couple of baby wolves had attacked me and stolen the meat. I came to my father looking for comfort, or at least some kind of potion that would heal the wounds. The only thing I was given was ridicule and mockery. In a way, he was right. The entire island was ransacked, murdered, ruthlessly slaughtered. I couldn’t save them. I can’t bring them back either. Maybe this wasn’t Ben’s fault, or even Mal’s. Maybe it was mine.
“Hey, kid. You still with us?” A dark hand waving in front of my face brought me back to reality. Uma, Harry and Gil had all sat on the sofa while I still stood, my eyes locked on the table of ingredients. “You having second thoughts?” I looked back up at him and quickly shook my head. Was I lying? A little. If I couldn’t help my boys back then, how am I going to help them now? They’re already gone, and there’s no magic in this entire realm that could bring them back. But, this far into the plan, I’m starting to realize that this plan isn’t just for me anymore. It may have started that way. I may have befriended Uma and Harry for the sake of numbers and people that share a common enemy. But, I know now that these people can have some serious potential if they had enough power. This elixir and the succession of this plan could give them that potential. “Alright then, let’s get this started! This elixir ain’t gonna make itself!”
One by one the ingredients slipped into the cauldron. The boiling water shifted colors as each bone was dunked, as each fingerful of dust was sprinkled in, as each apple slice was slowly dropped in. By the time nearly all the ingredients were mixed together, the bubbling water had changed from clear to a murky, dirty dark brown. Harry looked up in confusion, nearly disgusted by the color despite being surrounded by it. “Isn’t the elixir supposed to be gold? Or green? Or...something not so disgusting?”
“It’s because we haven’t put in the key ingredient.” Uma replied, everybody’s eyes shifting towards me. I took the vial out of my pocket and watched as the hairs glimmered gold.
“Wow, and people say Rapunzel has magic hair.” Gil chuckled, amazed by the sparkling shimmer inside the glass vial. As I go to open the vial, Gil interjects with his voice once more. “Wait, um...Doctor F?”
“Facilier, it’s Doctor Facilier.”
“You said there’d be enough of this potion thing for the four of us to drink it but..Harry and I don’t have magic. What’s going to happen to us?” Everyone paused where they stood. For once, Gil had actually made a good point. This was only my third time making this elixir, the past two times making them for some sick fairies who needed the extra push to fly again. I had never tested them on people not Neverland native, much less a person not born with or capable of magic.
“Well, if you really think about it...magic is basically taking your strongest traits and making them unstoppable. Even without my abilities, I’ve always had a good read on people, making it easy to manipulate their opinions and emotions. Uma’s never been able to use her mother’s magic, but she still feels better when she’s close to water. Don’t you, Captain?” Uma shrugged and nodded her head. “So, maybe you’ll be strong enough to lift the whole ship with just one arm. Imagine how cool that’d be.” Gil gasped and smiled, surely encaptured in that concept. I looked to the cork on the vial, then back at everyone else. “So, shall we?” Everyone nodded eagerly and I could hear a small cackle of excitement from Harry as I opened the cork and dropped the royal hairs in one by one. By the time all ten hairs were mixed in, the potion had turned a glimmery, sparkling gold just as we thought it would. Uma grabbed a ladle she had snatched from the Chip Shoppe’s kitchen and scooped enough to fill the glass vial to the top.
“So, who’s drinking first?” There was a small silence in the room. Whether it was from fear or from not wanting to sound too selfish, nobody vocally volunteered themselves to take the first sip of the elixir.
“You should, Uma. You are the Captain, after all.” Harry mumbled, a hint of his sincere admiration and affection peeking through a small smile. Uma looked to me, as if wanting my consent to be the first to indulge in this magic elixir.
“Go on, Captain. Don’t worry, if it tastes anything like the Neverland elixir, it should be easy to swallow.” I slowly took the empty ladle from her hand and placed it on the empty desk that once held the elixir’s ingredients. I held onto her empty hand with both of mine and let my fingers caress over her skin. After a deep inhalation, Uma chugged down the sparkling potion and swallowed it whole. A few seconds of silence and slight fear went by before Uma took in a quick gasp, gripping tighter onto my hand to keep herself balanced. I could see her eyes flash a bright, ocean blue for just a moment before returning to their near charcoal shade. Harry and Gil immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed to her side, ready to lift her up if she were to feel faint.
“Uma? Are you okay? What happened?” Harry asked, leaning in to make sure the look on her face wasn’t too pale or otherwise sickly. A second of silence scared everyone else in the room, but after she started to let out her infamously wicked and alluring snicker, we knew she was okay.
“I’ve never felt more exhilarated in my entire life! Nothing was happening at first and then, it felt like my entire body was this massive tidal wave crashing onto shore. And now, I feel like there’s something different going through me. Not blood or thoughts but, something more.” I smiled and helped Uma stand up fully, taking both her hands in mine.
“That’s how magic is supposed to feel. Here, I’ll pour the next one. Go ahead and sit down, you may feel a bit woozy if you stand too long.” As Gil led her down to the sofa, I took the ladle and scooped yet another vial full of the delectable potion. “Does anyone want the next one?” Again, there was silence. As I was about to take the second swig myself, I felt a strong hand take the vial out of mine. I looked up to see Gil holding the potion in his hand, eyeing it in a longing sort of way. “Go ahead, Gil. I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Gil took a quick nod, certain of our promise, and downed the potion in a single gulp.
This time, Harry and I waited more in excitement then in fear. Gil’s reaction wasn’t as huge as Uma’s but there definitely was one. One second, Gil was standing with the empty vial in his hand. The next he jumped high and shook away a bunch of energy coursing through his body, as if he had just taken his first shot in a long night of drinking. “Holy shit, that was awesome! You really think I could lift the ship, Sofi?”
“Easy there, Gil. Save the strength for tomorrow, okay?” I laughed as he started to roughhouse a bit with Harry. The two had a relatively short round of horseplay before Gil suddenly had Harry over his shoulder. Considering the two boys’ relatively similar weight and muscle mass, we never thought that was possible. Then, we had realized that my theory had turned out to be correct. Gil’s new spout of magic had brought a whole new meaning to him being ‘the muscle’ of the group.
“Okay, okay, okay, now I want some of this action. Pour it up, duckling!” Harry near shouted like an excited child on Christmas morning. I grabbed the ladle and poured a third portion of the elixir into the glass vial. With no hesitation, Harry took the vial and lifted it high as he poured the potion down his throat, letting the last drop linger on his tongue. He felt a rush immediately, but from what I could see, there was little to no physical change showing that he now had magic. He was potentially on a rush of adrenaline, meaning whether the elixir had given him magic or not, he definitely felt a physical rush of change. There was only one way to know for sure if the potion had worked on him.
“I guess it’s my turn.” I quietly huffed as I poured another portion of the elixir into the empty vial. A part of me was fearful of the outcome. I knew the potion would work correctly, but I had no idea the effect it would have on me. These past three months were the first time I had ever gone without using my magic. Three months of no magic after who knows how many years of near constant magic was wild enough. But taking all that magic back in at once? I was diving into the ocean without knowing whether or not I’d drown. But, if it would help my Uma take Mal down and claim the leadership she deserves, that’s a risk I’d be willing to take. I slowly tilted my head back and let the elixir slide down my tongue. The taste was oddly familiar. Tangy like a fresh orange with a hint of something herby and earthy. It tasted like home. As the elixir was wholly consumed, I laid the vial and ladle aside as I put my hands on the nearby desk for support in case of any sudden dizziness.
What I felt next was both euphoric and catastrophic. The thoughts of others didn’t slowly slip in through my ears. They rushed inside my brain, nearly knocking me out with their speed and intensity. I could feel my eyes burning with an emerald flame, something only the kids on Neverland had seen. By the time it was all over, I was electrified with the magic I had once called my home.
“Is she okay? She looks a little faint. Maybe I should check on her? Should I ask Uma to check on her?”
“Wow, that looked like a lot. I wonder if she felt everything I felt when I drank it. Or maybe she felt more since she’s used her magic before? Maybe Harry and I should check on her.”
“These damn crazy kids. I wouldn’t be doing all of this if those Auradon bastards didn’t kill my boy. But nobody messes with my kids. If they even lay a finger on Celia I’ll have all their heads.”
“Can you really curl your hair with your finger? I see Uma and Sofi do it all the time...maybe it’s just a girl thing.”
Their thoughts began to slow down enough for me to thoroughly listen to them. “You guys don’t need to check on me, I’m fine. I’m more than fine.” I stood up straight and wiped some dust off my shoulders before sitting next to Gil and Uma on the sofa. “Also, Gil, Uma and I don’t curl our hair with our fingers. Our hair is just naturally curly. If you wanna curl your hair so badly, I can give you a ride to Lady Tremaine’s.” Gil’s perked up, confused brow caused a small rise of laughs throughout the room. The thoughts in the room began to quiet down as I slowly gained control over my magic again, putting the minds of others in the background of my brain. As we all grew adjusted to the elixir and its effects, Facilier poured the final scoop of the elixir into the vial and corked it shut as he handed it to Uma.
“Keep this close with you. The elixir ain’t permanent. You may need this if those Auradon bastards come at you with something strong.” As he saw Uma slip it into her jacket pocket, he walked over to me and glared at me sincerely. “I don’t know what kind of second thoughts you may be having, but you’re going through with this. If not for me, then for Mateo. He would’ve wanted you to keep going.”
I thought back to the moment that I knew Mateo was going to be a really close friend. It was the same day I had gotten attacked by the wolf cub. I sat alone in my tent, attempting to dress my wounds with palm leaves and hold back the pained sobs when those attempts had failed. Suddenly, I heard the flap of my tent wave open. “I heard someone’s got some new battle scars..can I see them?” I kept my mouth shut and attempted to close him off, knowing that the second I said a word, tears would rush down my face. “I brought something from the med tent that may take the edge off. Do you want it?” I turned and nodded my head, still keeping quiet to keep too much ‘weakness’ from peeking through.
As Mateo dressed the wounds correctly and sprinkled on some healing pixie dust, the pain from the wounds began to subside excluding a small sting from the pixie dust. But the emotional pain, the ping in my chest from my own father telling me I could never be a leader, that’s what was hurting me the most. “Mateo...do you think I made a mistake?”
“Made a mistake? Doing what?”
“Choosing to age, to grow up. I thought it would help me become stronger, faster, smarter. But I don’t think it’s doing any of that. I couldn’t keep a wolf cub off of me!” A shred of my anger began to shine through as everything my father had said came rushing back.
“Well, to be fair, your hands were a little full with all of that fox meat. Pan probably should’ve sent someone out with you.” Mateo chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood as he always did.
“It’s not funny! I couldn’t fight off a wolf cub, my swordfighting is total shit, this new magic I’ve been developing lately is completely out of control...I can’t do anything! What if my dad is right? What if I’m just not fit to be a leader?” As Mateo dressed the last bite mark, he shifted closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in for comfort.
“Okay, your swordfighting isn’t the best. And yeah, you’ve got some new powers that you don’t really know how to control yet. But, who threw a dagger so far and so well that it pushed an apple off of Reggie’s head and into a tree?”
“...I did.”
“And who taught Felix how to use the tidal waves to tell if a storm was coming?”
“...I did.”
“And who saved a Lost Boy’s life by catching an arrow that was heading straight for them with her bare hand?” That Lost Boy was him. My dad was angry and drunk and thought killing him would be a good way to piss off Facilier and get a good bloodbath going. But something in my gut clicked fast enough to move Mateo out of the way and catch the arrow to prevent it from hitting anybody else. It could’ve killed me, but I didn’t care.
“I did.”
“So you have some things you need to improve on. That’s fine. But do you know what you’re best at, Sofi? Your strongest skill is helping the other boys. Whether you’re keeping them happy, keeping them safe, or helping them grow in the areas that they need improvement. You never back down on an opportunity to help the Lost Boys. If that’s not a sign of a good leader, I don’t know what is.”
As my mind came back to the present day, I realized that I shouldn’t be having any sort of second thoughts about this plan. Succeeding in making Mal suffer and taking over Auradon would not only be giving the Lost Revenge crew the potential and inclusion they deserve, but it would be avenging the deaths of everyone I’ve ever cared about. It’d be another instance of me not backing down on an opportunity to help those I loved. This plan will prove that I am, in fact, a good leader. As I watched Facilier pack up his satchel and begin to leave the room, I stood and shouted towards him. “I’m going to make him proud, Doc. I promise.” At the sudden yell, Harry, Uma and Gil all stood to listen. “We were all brutally wronged by Auradon. Their system has been suppressing us, starving us, killing us for far too long! Tomorrow, we will take Auradon into our hands and give every single kid on this Isle the chance they deserve! If we have to spill some blood to do it...then let the blood spill. Rest up, everyone. Because tomorrow, we fight!”
Tightrope x Chief of lightning excerpt - reaaally should’ve kept your mouth shut Mal.
Mal’s eyes narrowed as she watched shrimpy and shrimpy jr walk by with the little devil that-Viking girl and Harry spawned, shrimpy jr and the spawn holding hands as they followed after Uma. she didn't notice the very large form just behind them as she curled her lip at Uma. shrimpy glanced at her then rolled her eyes, reaching behind her to put her hand on the spawns shoulder and urge him and shrimpy jr to keep up. “oh if it isn't shrimpy and shrimpy jr~!” Mal taunted, Malachi behind her covering his face slightly as his mother stalked toward Uma with malicious intent. “now what are you doing out spreading your stench everywhere? i-”
Mal’s breath was stolen from her as she was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air, her feet dangling where her head used to be. she looked down, eyes widening as her green eyes locked with Roses electric blue, coursing with anger and lightning “did ya’ get dropped on yer head as a babe? or are yeh jus’ tha’ stupid” Rose snarled, continuing to hold Mal up with one hand; her fingers squeezing Mal’s jaw and cheeks.
Mal scrambled to grab at Rose’s extremely built arm, trying to remove it; but Rose didn't budge, not a singular twitch or movement came from her as Mal wiggled around. “let.me.go!” Mal snarled, her eyes glowing a weak neon green “do you have any idea who i am?!”
Rose just smirked, squeezing her fingers and Mal screamed as her jaw clicked and cracked under the pressure. “ i know exactly who yeh are” Rose muttered, squeezing Mals jaw one last time until she heard a good crack and then she dropped her “a pathetic bitch who resorts ta’ bullying because she cant grow tha’ fuck up. ill give yeh one warning Mal. leave meh children, wife, and husband alone. or i will destroy you” Mal scooted back as lightning crackled around Roses hand “i have killed mightier dragons than ye, thousands of times. don't try meh.”
Mal stood slowly, trying to keep her composure but Rose took a single step towards her and Mal bolted away, Malachi sighing in embarrassment and following after his cowardly mother. Rose nodded and turned back to her wife and children, smiling softly as Uma laughed.
TightropexChief of lightning - Oneshot - the dragon riders return.
WELCOME TO ANOTHER TIGHTROPE AU/CROSSOVER, THIS IS LEGIT JUST HOW ROSE N DAMIEN WOULD BE INTRODUCED INTO THE STORY AH
TIGHTROPE WRITTEN BY @disneyfan50 AND @thetimelordbatgirl GO READ IS SO GOOD
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Cordelia panted heavily as she raced towards the base, a good hundred guards behind her; Mal among them. It had been another failed prison break, and now Cordelia was minutes away from capture…or death; Mal looked very mad. She couldn’t let Mal find where the base was, she had to go for the underwater entrance for any hope of Mal losing track of her.
As she slid to a stop along the cliff edge she cursed under her breath. Low tide? Now!? Of all times?! The entrance was in full view, she’d never be able to sneak in before they caught her or found it. “shit shit shit” Cordelia muttered, looking around wildly for a way to escape; she screamed as a blast hit just behind her and she spun around, brandishing her sword, the waves becoming unstable and the clouds darkening with a storm, faint lightning costing across the darkness.
“you have nowhere to run shrimpy jr~.” Mal taunted, fire dancing across her palms as her eyes glowed with malicious glee “so just give up, and I’ll make your death painless” Cordelia just curled her lip, and from the corner of her eye, she saw her parents, uncle Gil, Lia and K’Marah peeking out from the topside entrance.
Cordelia took a deep breath and got into a fighting stance, ready to fight for her family and freedom. Mal just pursed her lips, bored and perturbed “fine then, I’ll have fun cutting off every single one of your disgusting hairs.” Mal sent a blast to Cordelia and Cordelia dashed to the side, the fire dancing aside her waist
“fuck” she muttered, running back and forth across the cliffside to avoid Mal’s blasts, trying to look for an opening to strike her. The guards laughed at her, all shouting taunts.
“run piggy run~!”
“come on shrimpy jr! you can’t run forever~!”
Cordelia looked back towards her parents, who were slowly creeping out of the topside entrance, Harry walking towards her as Uma was locked onto Mal, who was too distracted with trying to kill her. But that had been her mistake, Mal got a good shot at her when she was looking away and fire slammed into her side, sending her toppling over the cliff into the rocky shores below “CORDELIA” her parents screamed in terror, Uma redirecting from Mal top the cliffside, going to dive after Cordelia as Lia spread her wings and zoomed towards the cliff.
Mal laughed, pausing as she felt a sudden rush of static electricity, her hair raising at the ends “wha-“ Uma, Harry, and Lia were pushed back by a strong gust of wind coming up from the cliffside, a large sleek black form darting up to the sky, two gigantic wings spread at its sides.
“A DRAGON?” Mal screamed, not just yet realizing what was going on, then her eyes widened, watching as lightning crackled around the beast. Then it spun around, revealing a red/black-clad armored teen on its back, Cordelia in the arms of the rider.
“NIGHT FURY” Mal’s guards screamed, knowing all too well who had shown up just in the nick of time “GET DOWN” the dragon, a night fury, descended from the sky so quickly its body cut through the air causing the wind to sing. it zoomed above the guards, letting out a strong blast of plasma that blew nearly all of them away-clearly much stronger than Mal’s blasts against Cordelia.
“wait-“ Harry muttered as he looked at the dragon and its rider, still holding his daughter in their arms “-that’s-“ Harry smiled, spotting the small hook symbol on the rider's right shoulder pad. “DAMIAN!”
Uma burst into a grin, her son, her baby boy was back-and riding a whole ass dragon! He had saved Cordelia!...wait-if-if Damian was here-that meant. She looked up, eyes filling with tears as lightning crashed against the sky, spotting a gigantic winged and spiked shadow above the clouds that moved so quickly; that if you weren’t looking for it you would miss it.
Mal let out a scream, fire dancing around her feet. But her anger turned to terror as lightning struck just a few feet in front of her, and she could swear she saw a large form within the bolt ‘fuck-fuck fuck fuck’ Mal thought rapidly, backing away as a devastating roar echoed from above the black clouds. She finally realized what was happening, who was the dragon rider on the back of the night fury, who had sent lighting at her feet.
Shit-fuck it was Harry and Uma’s damn wife and son! FUCK-SHE WAS DEAD-SHE WAS FUCKING DEAD-THEY HAD KILLED DRAGONS FOR A LIVING-SHE WAS FUCKING DEAD.
Mal fell back as another bolt of lightning hit the ground a few feet away from her, the form she thought she saw taking its place as thunder crashed around her. “R-Rose-Heey~” Mal tried to soften the blow of her inevitable smackdown, as the glowing-lightning enveloped- whiteish blue eyes of Rose Tougard-Hook stared her down, lightning crackling around her body and great sword “I was just-ya knoow~ sayin’ hi to Uma n Cordelia~ nothing-nothing bad-“ Mal didn’t get to finish her bullshit before she screamed again, a gigantic skrill-nightfury landing behind his rider, his wings and horns crackling with lighting.
“Ya’ blasted meh daughter off tha’ cliff, I wouldn’t say tha’s ‘sayin’ hi’” Mal shivered at the dark tone of the Viking chief's voice, Rose stepping closer as Mal scrambled back. Mal had always been terrified of Rose, the girl able to tap into her powers even behind the barrier.
And Mal usually thought she never did a thing wrong, that she was the strongest, that she was the best. Not this time; not when faced by the chief of lightning and dragon master of the north isles.
Mal twisted around, turning to smoke and scales taking place of her skin, her dragon form rising to the sky. But she screamed as her tail was pulled on and she was slammed back onto the ground. She turned her head, roaring in horror as Rose continued to hold her tail, her lighting enveloped eyes staring her down “yer no’t getting; away!” Rose bellowed, lighting crackling through the sky and thunder rumbling around them, echoing in Mal’s now very sensitive ears.
Uma tore her eyes away from the terrifying view, running towards the sleek black dragon that descended to the ground, her children sliding off the beasts’ back as she called their names “Damian! Cordelia!” the taller of the two teens, Damian, ripped off his helmet; revealing his striking similarities to Harry-from the bright blue eyes to their fluffy black hair. “Ma!” he called happily, throwing his helmet to the ground as he ran towards her with Cordelia just behind him (curse her short legs)
Uma accepted the bear hug as Damian slammed into her, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as her arms grabbed at his waist. “my baby boy” she whispered, pulling back to get a good look at him, he was older than she last saw him, much taller too-he had easily surprised Harry and was making his way to meet Rose. “you’re all grown up” Uma whispered, a sad tone to her voice as she cupped Damian's smooth cheek; and he had, she hadn’t seen the boy since he was 12-and now he was 16-a young man instead of that gap-toothed kid she used to blow raspberries against his cheek. He smiled sadly, holding his mother's hand that rested on his cheek.
“you look tired ma” he muttered back, his accent bleeding through each word. Uma laughed gently, shrugging slightly.
“I am” Damian just furrowed his brows a bit, and Uma shook his concern off “I’ll be fine though, you and your mom will take a lot of the stress away” Damian brightened at that, then his expression went dark-Uma turned, curling her lip a bit as she watched Mal’s dragon form fly away, heavily injured but alive. Rose stood below her, lightning still crackling around her form.
The two dragons roared and snarled, and while Uma couldn’t speak dragon she could easily understand them ‘coward’ they called Mal, both prepared to chase after the false dragon but Rose turned, walking toward Harry as he practically bounced in place; clearly happy to see her. “ ‘ello my dear” Rose cooed, holding Harry close to her chest as he slammed into her, his head barely reaching past her shoulder. “I’ve missed yeh” Uma could tell he warbled something in her ear as she chuckled lightly “I know I know, now go say hi to yer son” Harry pulled away slowly, going on his toes to kiss her cheek before turning to bolt towards Damian who pulled away from Uma and tackled Harry to the ground, the two immediately going into a roughhousing play.
Rose and Uma chuckled at the two, Cordelia quickly moving to hug Rose before Uma got the chance, Uma pouting slightly as Rose held Cordelia close to her, one hand gently scratching the back of her head “I missed yeh meh little dewdrop” Rose whispered, Cordelia choking up a bit at the nickname she hadn’t heard in four years.
“miss’d ya too mama” she muttered back, burying her face into Rose's fur hood. After a few minutes, she pulled away, grinning as Uma jumped into Rose’s arms. She laughed, turning to join into her brother and father's wrestling match, Damian making a loud squawking sound as Cordelia jumped on him.
Rose laughed gently as Uma pecked her cheek and the corner of her lips multiple times “darling-love-Um-i-“ she could hardly speak through Uma’s enthusiasm, so she knelt down slightly and picked up Uma, the sea witch pausing to get comfy in her wife’s arms “there-I missed yeh too love, all of yeh.” Rose kissed Uma’s jaw, to which Uma giggled and blushed heavily, feeling like she was 17 and meeting Rose for the first time all over again. “now” Rose set Uma down and held out her hand, Harry-who had finally been let up from the wrestling match, taking her hand and stepping closer to her, having to look up to actually look at her. “wha’ exactly has been going on? An’ how can we help?”
Uma sighed loudly, trailing her fingers against the scaly head of Mjölnir as he pushed his spikey head under her arm, purring as she scratched at his nose-bridge; Stormbreaker looking very jealous until Harry started scratching under her chin. “let me tell you inside the base….will the dragons be able to fit in the top side entrance?” both the dragon’s and their riders glanced at the narrow entrance and Mjölnir shook his head, the spikes on his back ignited with lightning, and he disappeared for a moment before appearing again, wagging his tail as Uma looked at him impressed “lightning teleport inside then…okay, can-“ Uma, going to ask Damian if Stormy could do the same, laughed as she turned, seeing Stormy already trying to get through the topside entrance. “Ummm, Damian? Want to help your dragon?” Damian groaned at his dragon’s antics and raced over to her. Pushing at her side as she scrambled to fit through the opening.
“come on, let's get inside,” Harry said, curling his hand around Rose’s arm and the other he tossed around Cordelia's shoulders “it's gettin’ dark.” Rose hummed, taking Harry's waist and then Uma’s hand.
“aye, let's go”
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Lia and K’Marah stared awkwardly at the two dragons looking around at the base, the larger of the two calm and alert as the smaller one bounced around with a toothless grin. They didn’t trust these -Yaqal’s-, on their planet dragons were symbols of evil, of corruption. And from what they learned from Uma, dragons here were, more often than not; also evil. So-why did they trust these dragons? And who exactly were these two dragon riders that Uma and her family seemed very attached to?
It wasn’t until another hour later, that everything was explained to both Lia and Rose. From the original invite from Prince alexander, and then Mal and her mother’s take over, the breaking of the barrier, and then the last four months; including the arrival of Lia and K’Marah. And then Uma and Harry explained to Lia; who Rose and Damian were. Their wife and son, Rose was betrothed to Harry before either of them were ever born; and then years later the three teens fell in love and married each other willingly. And then however many years later and two days apart, Damian and Cordelia were born, Damian being the older one.
And while that explained their attachment, it didn’t explain the dragons they had been riding. That was slightly harder to explain, so Damian had simplified it as best he could. They used to fight and kill dragons to protect themselves, but something had happened for both the Vikings, their people, and the dragons to find common ground and become friends. This had been before Damian was born and a good three years before Rose had even met Harry and Uma.
For weeks beyond that, while they planned for more attempted prison breaks, which Uma was sure would be successful with Rose and Damian present now; Lia was weary of both the dragons and their riders. But-as those weeks went on, and she examined these dragons…they were…different than any of the Yaqal’s she had encountered before, including Mal. Mjölnir; while very grumpy and preferred certain people, was calm and kept still when his rider; Rose, was near and gave him ‘don’t you be a brat I swear to Odin’ looks that only a mother could have. Lia couldn't help but laugh as Cordelia and Damian climbed on and around him, the two giggling as he stood stone-still with a very grumpy look on his face.
And she couldn’t help but grow to be fond of Damian's dragon; Stormbreaker, the goofiest dragon she had ever seen, usually toothless with wide eyes and a silly smile on her face, bouncing around his rider and trying to catch flies that buzzed around. It was like being around a gigantic cat, K’Marah had even made a little light beam for Stormy to chase around, the dragon's eyes dilated as she tried to catch the light.
But dear heaven to the gods of the universe it scared the feathers off her wings when K’Marah asked Damian to let her ride with him one day. Lia demanded she fly alongside them just to make sure K’Marah was safe, and Damian didn’t deny her, grinning the entire time as Lia flew just behind them
She watched as K’Marah laughed as stormy went into a series of spins, loops, dives, twists, and turns that sent her stomach-turning. But-Stormbreaker was taking great care both of her passengers were safe, and once Damian showed off his flight suit, the dragon kept just under him while Lia and K’Marah watched in awe, Lia was just the slightest bit more trusting of these two dragons and their riders.
And then a week later, Lia saw exactly what these dragons were capable of, along with their riders. Lightning coursed across the sky and land, the echoing roars of beasts reverberating along the cracks of what was once Beast castle. She couldn’t even see the dragons, the high-pitched whistle of Stormbreaker was her only clue to where she was, plasma blasts soon following where she passed by, destroying towers, guard posts, guards, and sending pure terror through their hearts.
Mjölnir had easily proved his namesake, calling upon a scourge of lightning as he passed above the black clouds, destroying everything in his wake. Soon, Lia’s parents, along with every single prisoner came rushing out onto the grounds, running towards the gates as the rebellion and the dragons pushed Mal’s army back, and they had no chance. With the combined might of the dragons and the winged goddess descendants; the prison break had been a wild success, and along with all the prisoners, Ben was safely in Stormbreakers claws, asleep with a quick spell Uma had cast at him so he wouldn't awake until she was sure his love spell was gone.
Mal hadn't even tried to counterattack, the threat of Rose Tougard-Hook much too high for her to risk a crippling defeat. With how close she came to death only weeks before, this was probably Mal’s smartest move since deciding not to call Cordelia shrimpy jr anymore when Rose was around.
It would take a lot more planning to take Mal and her mother down, to free the rest of Auradon, but they had Mal’s threat away, she had no one to hover in front of them, no one to taunt them with, no prize to show off.
The dragons had shown the false ones what it meant to be a true dragon. And soon; the rebellion would show them exactly what was coming to them.
And with an army of dragon riders on the way, Mal and Maleficent didn’t stand a chance.
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HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO MUCH MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA WRITE? I WAS JUST GONNA WRITE OUT THEIR ENTRANCE BUT I WROTE OUT SO MUCH MORE??? AH??? Anyway~~~~ yeahhhhh…with Rose and Damian’s help they (the rebellion) are able to get Ben a lot quicker, the same day as the prison break actually, soooo…yeah Mal’s fucked…HA.
Anyway~ hoped yall liked this~ and imma write some Ben x lia/Harry Hook x Male!reader fic because I can~
also Mjölnir;
fuckers big, 10 feet tall and trice as long. most likely a 30-50 foot wingspan...idk lol i have yet to finish my art of Stormy n Damian so they will be posted later~
Summary: The Lost Revenge Crew finally has Ben in the palm of their hands. Sofi knows exactly what to do to make him snap and fall even further into their trap.
Pairings: Harry x OC, mentions of Ben x Mal, possible Ben x Evie, Uma x OC
Rating: T for minor language, mentions of gore, and quite a bit of violence
Warnings: Minor language, mentions of descriptive gore and dead bodies, violence (both including and excluding weapons), and Ben is kinda in a hostage situation so there’s that?
Author’s Note: Not gonna lie this might be my favorite chapter I’ve written so far. Also, I’m really sorry for the inactivity. School is kind of being a pain in the butt right now.
The walk back to the Chip Shoppe was relatively uneventful and silent. Harry was laser focused on getting back to Uma and making sure Mal held up her end of the bargain. I was laser focused on getting down to the ship’s lower deck and making sure I could do everything in my power to tear the royal beast apart. I had been so previously fixated on carrying out every small step of this plan that I had little time to focus on how it was affecting me emotionally. But, as Harry and I arrived at where we would take our separate paths, I realized that all I was seeing was red at the mere thought of Ben’s name. I could easily go in there and slash him up until his stringy intestines were burst out of his chest for me to use as jump rope. There were many fibres of my being that wandered into a euphoric haze at the idea, but my daydream was broken when Harry took my face into his hands and looked directly into me. While my mind’s eye saw red, my real eyes could see nothing but the wide sea of blue and the warm air of Harry’s eyes. “Are you ready for this, duckling? You know what to do?” He asked, grounding me in what my limits were. As much as it upset me to admit it, Ben had to come out of this alive. But it didn’t mean I wouldn’t make him wish he were dead.
“Yeah. You’ll keep an eye on Mal when she comes in?” My mind raced to Uma when I responded. We knew Mal would come to the restaurant no matter what. Whether her and Ben were on good terms or not, it’d be idiotic and a sociopolitical suicide for her to leave Ben to be tortured by a bunch of ‘wharfy pirates.’ What we weren’t certain of was whether or not she’d try to pull something. “I don’t even want to think about Uma getting hurt…” I started to speak when Harry gripped my hands tight, a tiny laugh peaking through the cracks of his rarely seen sweet smile.
“Sofi...Uma’s our Captain for a reason. Even if Mal had the balls to pull something, which she doesn’t, Uma would be able to handle her pretty quickly. Not to mention that Gil and I will be watching them the whole time. You need to take a breath and focus on the goal, here. Can you do that for me, duckling?” After a moment's hesitation, I took in a slow breath and nodded. Harry lightly kissed my head as he pulled me in for a quick embrace. “That’s my girl. Now go get us our magic, will you?” He said as he let me go and walked away.
The lower deck of the ship was definitely fit for Ben. It stood nearly bare with only me, him, the chair he was tied to and the millions of cobweb strings hung high and low across the musty room. Tiny drops of water would occasionally drip onto the creaky wood floors, adding a bit of sound to the otherwise dead silent room I walked into. Ben’s head hung low, not wanting to look me in the eye. Too bad he didn’t have a choice. Unconscious or not, he was going to be a part of this game. He had to be. I knelt down in front of him and swiftly swiped my hand across his pale cheek, sending a loud slap through the air and jolting him up. “Rise and shine, your Majesty! Nap time’s over.”
Ben looked around frantically and began to chaotically struggle at his restraints. “Where am I? What is this! You better get me out of here or I swear I’ll -”
I had trouble holding back a laugh. Clearly Ben had never been held captive before. “You’ll what? I’m already stuck in this shithole your father built. Besides, you clearly have no idea how to get out of those ropes. Not that anybody would, Gil’s gotta be the best guy with ropes on the entire Isle. So tell me, King Ben...what are you gonna do?” I smiled and confidently cocked my head to the side. Ben speedily eyed me up and down, scanning me to see if he recognized me. It took him only a few seconds of this scanning to realize that we had seen each other before.
“You...we saw each other on the street. You could have killed me.”
“But I didn’t. You’ll find out why soon, don’t worry. I could kill you now, too. But...I’m not gonna.” I replied simply as I took my dagger out of my pocket and fiddled around with the handle. His eyes widened slightly as he looked down at the blade. I smirked and pointed the tip of the blade down toward his crotch. “Relax, as long as you do what I tell you, you’ll get out completely unharmed. And I promise you, your Majesty, I don’t ask for much.”
I stood up and began to wander around the room, taking in the smell that really started to peak through once it combined with the King’s fearful sweat. “I’m going to ask you some questions. All but one will have a simple yes or no answer, but we’ll get to that one question at the end. The rules of this little game are simple, you’re going to answer each and every question with complete honesty. If you try to ask me questions, dodge your questions or even think about lying, I will know. And you’ll get a nasty cut from this little friend of mine here.” I lightly waved my dagger in his eyes like a carrot to a rabbit. “Not anything deep enough to kill you. But definitely deep enough to hurt. But as long as you follow the rules, you won’t even have to worry about it! Are we clear?” My face went from playful to a dark glare as I stood awaiting his answer.
“Why are you doing this? Do you think that tying me up and interrogating me like this is really going to get you off the Isle?” I groaned and rolled my eyes before making a quick slash up the side of his left arm. He gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back the immense amount of pain that just shot through his body.
“What did I just say? You don’t get to ask questions, Beastie Boy. All I’m asking for is your complete honesty, is that really so hard? Especially after all the shit your family has put me through?” Ben opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced when he noticed the tip of my dagger edging ever so closely to his other arm. He shut off his words and quickly shook his head, finally abiding by my commands. “Good boy. Now, firstly, your father made the decision 20 years ago to bring back every single villain that had been killed...only to imprison them on an island with no magic and no way out. Yes or no?” Ben leaned back, confused at the simplicity of the question. He nods his head swiftly, allowing me to continue.
“Alright, good. Next question. A couple months back, you decided to give some of the kids born on said island a chance for redemption. So you brought to Auradon who you thought were the baddest of the bad. Son of Jafar, son of Cruella De Vil, daughter of the Evil Queen….and of course, daughter of Maleficent. Yes or no?” There was a pause in his response. A shred of hesitancy. I wasn’t going to tolerate hesitancy. I lunged my dagger into his right leg, causing an extremely pained yelp to cry out from the King. “Yes...or no?”
“Yes, yes I brought those kids to Auradon...but I didn’t think they were the baddest of the bad. I had seen one of them before and...I wanted to meet them, but I knew that one wouldn’t come without the others.” I leaned back in a bit of shock. How could he have already known about the core four if this was his first time on the Isle? “Evie...I saw her in a dream. I wanted nothing more than to meet her, to see if she were real. But I knew she wouldn’t come if I didn’t bring the rest of her friends with her.” A devilish smile crept across my face. Evie had found some way to sneak into Ben’s mind and plant the seed that lead to her and her friends escaping the Isle.
“So...even though Evie was the one you wanted to meet, Mal was the one you ended up falling in love with once these Core Four came to Auradon. Then again, I guess you didn’t fall in love with Mal naturally. She spelled you, then somewhere along the way, with her magic mixed in, she caught your eye. Yes?” With a hint of regret, he nodded his head. There was a part of him that still felt that desire to know Evie. I could definitely use that to my advantage..later. “So, given that you fell for Mal, even after the love spell wore off...she probably tells you everything. Yes or no?”
“Yes. Especially after I became King. Her and her friends came to me with a whole bunch of information about the Isle. Like she told me about-”
“Slow your roll, Beastie Boy. I decide what info you share, here. Next order of business, Mal and her friends were the ones who informed you about the corruption behind Peter Pan. Yes or no?” With a hint of reluctance, Ben nodded his head. Hopefully now he’s starting to get a hint of the kind of information I’m in need of. If not now, he would get it really soon. “So when Mal and her friends told you who Peter Pan really was, you sent her, her friends, and your strongest Auradon guards to Neverland to capture Pan and bring him to the Isle of the Lost where you felt he belonged. Yes or no?” After another swift nod, I leaned in close to the captured King. “Alright, Benny Boy. This last question’s a little different. This ain’t a yes or no kind of question, but I still need one hundred percent honesty. You think you can do that for me?” Absolute silence. Then, a slow, fearful nod. “I want you to give me the same order you gave Mal, and her friends, and those Auradon guards. The exact same order. Word for goddamn word.” I removed my dagger from his right leg and placed it against his throat. I knew for sure that I wouldn’t slice him up. But he didn’t. I had to make sure he was scared enough to give me the information I needed.
“I told them to go to Neverland, find Peter Pan, capture him and bring him to the Isle of the Lost by any means necessary.” Of course. Of course it’d be those four little words that would drive Mal and her friends and those guards over the edge. As I saw all those bloodied, gory bodies laying across the beach, staining the sand’s white pigment and leaking into the ocean, I wondered what could possibly drive someone to do something like this to a bunch of innocent boys? Now, I know. I cleaned Ben’s blood off my blade with my shirt and placed my dagger back in its sheath. I stood and couldn’t help but to slowly pace around the room silently. At first, I thought it was all Mal’s fault for telling Ben and being the one to dig the swords into their skin. It still is...but now I realize that they might have been a bit more merciful had Ben not used those four little words.
“By any means necessary, huh? Yep, there’s the ticket. You know, as a fellow leader...I should probably give you a valuable piece of advice.” I slowly leaned closer to his face before letting my fist collide with his right cheek. “Be careful what you say when you’re giving orders. Otherwise, your own words could kill hundreds!” My blaring voice rang through the musty room as I fought back the urge to continue decking him over and over again. His face showed a blatant and pained confusion.
“Fellow leader? What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t Uma the Captain?”
“You seriously haven’t gotten it through your head by now? Whatever. Who I used to be doesn’t matter. What matters is what you did. Those four little words that you threw around like they were nothing? Those words killed hundreds of innocent boys. All because you and your stupid kingdom wanted to lock up some bastard who you weren’t even gonna find anyways!”
“Okay, is this about Neverland? Because Mal told me that all of the Lost Boys were taken care of.”
“That means MURDERED, idiot! Your girlfriend and her friends went to Neverland looking to lock up my father, which they never would have been able to do anyway, and saw my Lost Boys as some kind of obstacle they had to slaughter their way past. All because of your orders.” A short growl involuntarily came from the King’s mouth. It was finally starting to work. “Do you hear that, Ben? That’s your own guilt coming to eat you alive. Do you think it’d get worse if I told you that no matter what your girlfriend did, the only place she would’ve found my father is rotting away deep in the ocean? Peter Pan’s been dead for years. We had quite the utopia going on Neverland before your army ruined it. Every boy felt loved, wanted, special. We didn’t have a whole constitution of rules tying us down. And you….you took that away!” Tiny, dark brown hairs started to grow from Ben’s face as yet another roar flowed through the room.
“What are you doing to me?” He asked worryingly, his voice starting to morph into something more animalistic.
“I’m not doing anything. Correct me if I’m wrong, Your Majesty, but you and your father shift into Beast form when in pain, yes?” Nothing but a gruffy huff in response. I can only assume that means I’m right. “One thing I’ve learned from living with hundreds of teenage boys? There is nothing more painful to a teenage boy than his own guilt consuming him.” As more of his beastly hairs continued to grow longer and thicker, I grabbed the tiny glass vial from my pocket and popped open the cork. As I quickly plucked the hairs needed for the elixir, I relished in every pained yelp he gave and smiled when his beastly roar turned into a cry of regret.
“If it makes you feel any better,” I darkly spoke as I put the cork back onto the vial, watching the beastly hairs inside turn into a cluster of gold sparkles. “Your painful guilt is about to make a lot of wharfy pirates very...very happy. Ciao.” I gave a small, playful wave before walking out of the room and to the upper deck of the ship. There, close to the mast, was Uma. Similar to when we had our first close connection, she sat looking straight out to the ocean. But this time, there was a different sort of air around her. She was waiting for something, but not very patiently. Her angelic sea smile spread across her face when she turned to see me walking towards her.
“How did it go? I heard screaming.” She asked as she softly moved closer to me.
“We’ve got everything we need. Now we just wait for the Doctor to come back with everything else. As for the screaming, let’s say that Beast is a lot easier than we thought he’d be.” I tried to keep my mind focused on the plan, how close it was to being completed and how perfectly it had been going so far. But, what I found out about my boys remained on my mind. Uma knew that too. She took my hand into hers and began smoothing over my skin with her thumb.
“I heard screaming from you too. Are you okay?” I leaned her head onto my shoulder and let go of her hand as I began to run my fingers through her braids.
“Honestly, it hurt a little bit thinking about that day again. I’ve been so busy with this plan and getting settled in the Isle that I’ve never really had the time to let it sink in. I haven’t really talked about it with anybody.”
“You can talk about it now, if you want. I’m usually not the best listener, but I can try.” That little bit of bite in the tone of her voice brought a smile to my face, just as it always has since the day I met her. I brushed off the topic and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“I appreciate that. But the best thing we can do right now is make sure this plan stays in motion. Will Mal be at the ship tomorrow?” I asked, shifting the topic away from any kind of emotional struggle.
“No doubt about it. Knowing her, she’ll probably bring her friends as backup. So, what do you say, Island Girl? You ready to break some bones and melt some brains?” She asked, leaning up from my shoulder and grabbing my hands tightly in excitement.
“My dear Captain, I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life.”
Summary: After explaining her plan, Sofi gets a taste of true heaven...or is it true hell?
Pairings: Harry x Uma x OC
Rating: M
Warnings: swear words, descriptive foreplay, LOTS of dirty talk, a bit of orgasm denial, switch!OC, switch!Harry, dom!Uma, like a little bit of thigh riding?, FFM threesome, I’ll add more if I need to
Taglist: @hookedradge @descendantofthesparrow @newtshairdryer and again ANYBODY ELSE who wants to!!!
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing smut so I’m really sorry if it seems a bit rushed!!
Harry, Uma and I sat around the giant black cauldron in front of us. Uma had known very little about the room where her mother would fantasize about using her magic, but she knew enough to know where it was. “Wait, so how are we going to use Neverland magic if evil magic doesn’t work here?” Harry sat up straight and leaned forward to peak inside the cauldron, seeing nothing but a dark and seemingly bottomless abyss.
“That’s the point of the plan, Hooky. When Uma and I drink this potion, we’ll be able to use our magic again. We just need to wait until Mal comes back to the Isle. When she does, her beastly beau will follow suit, hoping to bring her back to the pretty pink clutches of Auradon. Mal’s little friends will probably somehow find out and go to the Isle with him to protect their King. At a moment where Ben isn’t the priority, we shackle him up and keep him tied in the Chip Shoppe. While he’s tied up, I’ll find a way to make him angry so he’ll show his primal instincts. Once that happens, just a few hairs from his head and we’ll be all set for revenge.” It was something I had theorized to Uma when I first came to the Isle. The magic that allows Ben to change from man to beast comes from his father. Ben’s father was the creator of the Isle and likely the reason that it’s an island with no magic, considering Belle has never had any magic capability. So, if we were to fight the fire with the match that sparked it, maybe the flame would dim down long enough for Uma and I to work our magic.
“How are you so sure that Mal will come back to the Isle to start all of this?” Uma kept a somewhat indifferent expression. I laid my hand down on her thigh and let my thumb roam around it rhythmically.
“You and I both know that Mal isn’t loving the princess act, my Captain. She’s bound to come back and try to reclaim her old territory eventually.”
“You haven’t even met her, duckling, how can you be so sure?” Harry leaned closer to me, resting his hook on the back of my neck. The sudden cold feeling from the metal raised goosebumps on my skin. I looked over to Uma, raising an eyebrow to ask permission. She gave a small nod, a teasing smirk spreading across her face.
I turned towards Harry and swiftly positioned myself on top of his right thigh. “You see, Hooky. I’ve got a good read on people. When you’re able to see into other people’s minds for as long as I was able to, it’s a lot easier to know things about people, even when they don’t tell you.”
Uma smiled and stood up before walking over to Harry and I. She sat herself on Harry’s other thigh and looked to me in amusement. “Really? Prove it, then, island girl.” My eyes shifted over to him, noticing his tongue subtly lingering across his bottom lip.
“Only if he wants me to,” A teasing chuckle came out in response. He leaned up from where he was sitting, moving his hands toward my top. I rolled my eyes and used a hand to push him back so he was leaning against the chair, practically laying down. “Nice to know you’re excited, but I can’t understand you if you don’t use your words.” He smirked and perked his chin up in a nod.
“Why don’t you make me, huh, duckling?” I shrugged and ran my fingers through his hair before finding a small lock and giving a quick tug. Harry quietly yelped in pleasure and looked over to Uma, looking her up and down. When I took a quick glance at my Captain, her expression seemed indifferent, but I knew she couldn’t look away.
“Okay..please, Sofi, prove it to us. Prove it to me.” I nodded my head and leaned down onto him, beginning to leave small kisses on his neck. Since I still had part of his hair in my hand, I had more access to his neck and collarbone. I put my hand under his shirt and began trailing my hand across his chest.
“Well, to start, you’re not as dominant as people think you are. I mean, maybe you have your days where you’d rather thrust into one of us until we’re a quivering mess but more often than not, you secretly love it when we take our time. It’s interesting not being the tease for a change, isn’t it?” Uma quietly giggled behind me. She knew I was right. “Second, you realized you had feelings for Uma when you were jacking off in the shower one night and realized that what finished you off was the thought of her riding you. It’d start off with her gently moving naked across your thigh, pulling you close and leaving marks that would stay for weeks, then, eventually, she’d practically rip off your clothes and take all of you in her mouth…” I slowly took Harry’s jacket off of him and slipped my overshirt off afterward. Thinking he would let me take him further, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his fingers around a lock of my hair.
“God..please continue…”
“Why should I? I’ve proven myself, haven’t I?” I leaned my head closer to his, our foreheads touching and our lips inches away.
“You’re not ready for what will happen if you don’t.” He lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “I’ll ravage you right here on this chair. Tear you until you’re spent and yet you’ll still be begging for more.” I smirked and swiftly pulled his lips to mine. His lips were soft but his movements were rough and primal. I’d felt some needy men in the past, but none had been so shameless, raging like a heavenly sunshower. In the heat and excitement, I can hear a quick and deep “do it,” slip from Harry’s lips. Before I could question anything, I felt the cold metallic sensation of Harry’s hook slip across the back of my neck. After a quick gasp, I look behind me to see Uma with her hat, jacket, and belt discarded.
“Do you really think I’d let you unravel him without a little help? Tell me, when was the last time you experienced two people at once?” As quick as a light switch, I was rendered nearly speechless. I never knew how she did it to me, but there was always something about her that put me in some sort of spell. Now I understood why Harry always said Uma’s name like a prayer. In the right mood, Uma carried herself like a god. I turned back to look at her. With her jacket gone, the dress she was wearing under had become much more form fitting. “Well look who’s not using their words, now?” Harry chuckled from behind and leaned up, starting to kiss my neck just as I had done to him before.
“Settle down, Harry. Don’t think because we’ve found a weakness in our girl that it means you can go Alpha. We all know who’s in charge here, don’t we?” I nodded my head. She walked over to me and gently lifted my chin. Between Harry’s nails leaving scratches down my back and Uma’s lips gently dancing with me, I felt like I had an angel in front of me and a devil behind me. Uma’s kiss was of a warm fire after a day in the snow. Her hands roamed toward the strap of my shirt and moved it downward. “Get off of him for a moment. I’ve got a better idea.” I quickly obeyed, shifting off of Harry’s thigh and returning to where I sat before this escapade had begun. I could feel small hitches in my breath and warmth forming around me. Harry prowled over to my side, beginning to leave deep and rough kisses on my neck and shoulders. I already knew that this would bruise, but I couldn’t care less. Uma stood tall in front of me and let her dress fall to the floor. Her breasts were perky and seemed as soft as the rest of her supple skin.
“Maybe you have done your homework on us, duckling. But guess what? So have we.” Feeling Harry’s voice on my skin sent shivers down my spine. Uma sat on top of my lap and flittered her fingers around the strap to my top. I raised my arms over my head and threw my top to the floor as I took it off. She slowly began kissing down my chest and towards one breast as Harry licked and nibbled at the other. I could feel myself starting to rub my thighs together, trying to gain some friction. Uma quietly chuckles and slowly moves her hand down towards my pants, then slowly pressing two fingers against my clothed heat. I let out a soft huff of breath, eager for more. Uma momentarily stopped and looked to Harry.
“Let’s speed this up, who knows when ma might come through here.” He growled excitedly in response. In the blink of an eye, all of us were completely undressed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I was feeling, what I had the privilege to be a part of. I had seen Harry shirtless a few times. We’d be training together and, in the heat of the moment, he’d practically rip it off and attempt to use his muscles and wile to throw me off. Mentally, it’d definitely make my thoughts wander, but not as much as it did now. To go with his tense and chiseled arms and chest, Harry had a distinct “v line” that lead down to his cock. It was relatively average in length and surprisingly well groomed. What would end up blowing my mind was his girth and a curve towards the head.
Uma, however, was practically a whole new world. Despite the muscle in her attitude, Uma was more on the slender and petite side. There was a small curve cascading down her body that wasn’t much of an hourglass, but still seemed to hit all of the right places. Her hips swayed like the waves of the ocean, and I was the sand she’d weaken with her tide.
I wish I could recount all of the little details of what had happened, and usually I would be able to. The main thing I remembered was the contrast in style from the two of them. Harry was a tease, pacing himself achingly while staying attentive to the both of us. Even when I wasn’t the priority, he still found some way to lift me higher. His fingers and tongue were godlike, nearly omniscient of how to keep the Captain and I begging for more. He was quite the devil indeed.
If Harry were a devil, Uma was his succubus. She’d lure you in, thinking of being gentle, making you believe that there was a chance of getting her to beg. But that was quite the contrary. While Harry had times were he would be fast and brutal, Uma was torturously slow with the both of us. She’d throw in tiny praises, letting the both of us know how well we were doing, but soon after she’d make these tiny little threats and hints of denial. “If you even try to come before I’m done with you, I’ll make you pay,” “Tell me who you belong to, or I’ll stop right now.” She was the last of the three of us to reach her peak, Harry locking his lips with hers while I tasted her for the first time.
By the time all three of us were done and cleaned up, Harry had passed out with his head on Uma’s lap. I laid gently onto her shoulder and ran my hands gently through Harry’s dark locks. There was something mesmerizing about seeing someone who was usually so chaotic look so at peace. “Does he always fall asleep so quickly?” I joked to Uma, keeping my eyes locked on the sleeping beauty below me.
“Always...what about you? You aren’t tired from all of that?”
“No, I am, trust me. I just don’t sleep very much. In Neverland, you never knew when a Lost Boy was going to break into your tent to cause a ruckus or when some animal would try to ravage your camp like a fat kid at a buffet.” Uma smiled and laid a soft kiss on the top of my head. Maybe I didn’t know whether or not this plan would work, but as long as I had these two by my side, I’ll cherish every second of it.
Summary: After the uproar at the Chip Shoppe, Sofi encounters a homely view and some unfamiliar, yet fun, feelings.
Pairings: Uma x OC, slight Huma and Harry x OC if you squint at the end
Rating: PG (don’t worry, probably the last PG chapter)
Warnings: major. sexual. tension. seriously. Like no smut but it gets spicy.
Tags: @amityravenclawelf @descendantofthesparrow @harper-hook @kirbiejayhook and anyone else who loves the sea three!
Not too long after the hoo-rah in the Chip Shoppe, Uma had sent me to the ship to keep an eye on the prisoner until the sun set and we would throw her to the sharks. Surprisingly, she was a relatively easy prisoner to work with. Gil had already tied her tight to the mainmast, all I had to do was make sure she didn’t move. I had never been on Uma’s ship before. The first three months in Uma’s crew were mainly spent running robbery errands with Harry and bussing tables at the Chip Shoppe every once in a while. The view from the ship was likely the prettiest thing I had ever seen since arriving on the Isle. The sky was a light blue that had been slightly speckled with grey clouds that hid some of the sun’s rays while other stripes of light peeked through like an excited child behind a tree. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship rendered me nostalgic of the night ocean crashing against Neverland’s sandy shores. I could feel myself start to zone out of my surroundings, paying attention only to the homey sounds of the ocean when I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I quickly stood up, ready to brandish a weapon if needed.
“Easy there, Sofi. It’s just me.” Uma seemed relatively unbothered by my rush to stand guard, it must be something she’s used to seeing. “Harry needs some help closing up the Chip Shoppe tonight. I’ll take care of the prisoner.” As the word prisoner left her lips, a conniving smile spread across her face. I could tell that something had changed in her. She finally reminded her crew who was really in charge and something told me it’d be near impossible for them to forget again. I gave a quick nod and started to depart the ship when I felt a grip on my arm.
“Is there something else I need to do, Captain?” I asked as our eyes met. There were a few seconds of silence, her brown eyes peering into mine. I was about to repeat my question when she let go of my arm and motioned me to sit down next to her.
“You can answer this...why did you stick up for me like that? You’ve only been in this crew for a couple months. And considering your smart-alecky attitude, I would’ve thought you’d have gone against me as well.” Truthfully, I felt a bit betrayed that she’d think I would do such a thing. At the same time, I understand where she’s coming from. Maybe I didn’t grow up on the Isle, but I’ve been here long enough by now to realize that it’s a rare thing for people to stay loyal to each other.
“Whether I’m a smart-aleck or not, Uma, you’re still the Captain. Being a part of a crew is about being loyal to your Captain almost more than it is about taking orders from the Captain. Besides, you showed those boys who was boss way more than I would have.” I took a quick look at her, noticing that she was zoning out into the ocean just as I was before she had arrived. Something about her began to remind me of Neverland itself, but my mind kept itself from figuring out what it was. Then, I remembered. “Was that your first time doing that?”
“Doing what? Tying a prisoner to the mainmast?” Only then did I notice that Daughter Gothel wasn’t too far from us. She hadn’t stopped glaring in my direction since I took over for Gil. I shot her a quick smirk before looking back to Uma.
“No...the whole ‘what’s my name’ thing. You know, reminding your crew who’s in charge? You should do it more often. It seems like that was the thing that got in their heads the most.”
“Really? Why do you say that, Island Girl?” My eyebrows piqued at the nickname. It was the first time Uma had addressed me by anything other than ‘Sofi’ or ‘Daughter of Pan.’ Honestly, I didn’t hate it. But I couldn’t focus too much on it. It was likely some one time joke considering the ‘Island Princess’ nickname given by Daughter Gothel earlier that day. I shook off the name and turned to face her.
“You see...my father was a vicious, power hungry, son of a Croc. But he taught me a lot. He taught me how to master archery, fighting with knives and daggers, hand to hand combat...you know, all the things you need when living on an island with a bunch of rampant young boys. But the best thing he ever taught me, in my opinion, was the power of someone’s name. Everybody’s name carries this certain...energy. You can use that energy to tell what kind of person they are.” Uma remained silent, her face practically screaming confusion. “Okay, think about it like this. My father named me Sofia because he thought I’d be his little girl. He thought I’d be some kind of benevolent princess that’d grow up to be smart but nowhere near powerful and nowhere near a leader. As I got older, he started to call me Sofi because despite the two names being a letter apart from each other, their energies were completely different.”
“How? The only difference is there’s an ‘a’ at the end.”
“I’m fully aware of that, my Captain. The difference is that the name ‘Sofi’ carries energy that’s similar to a cobra. It entices the prey, lures them in and makes them feel safe. Then, just when the prey is most vulnerable...the cobra unhinges its jaw and suffocates them.” Uma tilted her head in interest, subtly nodding her head in agreement. “What do you think of when you hear the name ‘Harry?’ Besides the first mate himself, of course.”
“Um...loyalty? Insanity? Pure, unpredictable chaos? Flirts with anything that walks?”
“You see, Uma, you took the words right out of my mouth. Now take everything you’ve heard, and see what you think of when you hear your name.” Neither of us had previously realized it, but we had somehow gotten a lot closer to each other, our thighs touching each other but our hands remaining on our laps.
“I...I can’t think of anything.”
“I think of power, leadership, the definition of domination summed up into three simple letters. Your crew realized that today when you asked them to say your name. The more you remind them of who’s in charge, Uma, the more they realize that you’re the best person to lead us to victory. So, Captain...if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”
“Uma..” She inched closer to me, what was happening? Neither of us knew, neither of us cared.
“Louder.”
The conniving smirk returns, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness that I had never really seen before. “Uma.”
“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I heard you, Captain, one more time?” By now, our faces were only an inch apart. She smelled of sea salt, chocolate, and a whole new home. We started to get closer when -
“UMA!” A thick accent rang through the air. Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much for ruining our fun. Uma nonchalantly stood up. I soon followed suit, fiddling with my fingers as I stepped further away from Uma. “AM I GETTING HELP IN THE CHIP SHOPPE OR NOT?”
“Chill, Harry! I’m coming!” I looked over to Uma and shrugged, beginning to walk away when yet another grip had stopped me. This time, the grip was on my hand. “Yes, Uma?” I asked, not knowing whether to tease or forget it had happened.
Uma wanted to tease. She gripped my hand tighter and once again pulled me closer, our lips practically brushing against each other. “How’d you like to be my first mate?” She spoke low yet somehow light. It was music to my ears.
“What about Harry? Isn’t he your first mate?”
“My crew, Sofi, my rules. My crew can have two first mates if I want it to. Don’t worry, Harry won’t mind it. Now go, you’ve got cleaning to do.” She let go of my hand and nudged me towards the deck where Harry had been standing. As I turn to walk off the ship, I see her shoot Harry a quick wink and shout “Be good with her, Harry! She’s new at this!”
“Oh don’t worry Uma!” Harry shouts towards her before looking down at me, his normal yet flirtatious smirk growing larger by the second. “I will..”
Summary: Sofi sees Mal face to face for the first time, and it’s one hell of a ride
Pairings: OC x poly!Harry Hook, I guess OC x Mal if you squint? (but like tbh I wouldn’t)
Rating: T for mostly swear words
Warnings: Mentions of death and gorey (but not deeply descriptive) violence, swear words, use of a dagger (kinda?), and a bit of an allusion to home invasions that have happened in the past (Europeans invading native america was what came to my mind)
As Harry gallivanted through the Isle, I kept a slower walk than usual. After all of these years, he was still in my head. You would think that going to a land with no magic would remove everything, but I guess it doesn’t. I wanted nothing more than to get angry again. I wanted nothing more than to find some old picture of him and fire a thousand arrows straight through it. But, I couldn’t do any of that now. Peter Pan is dead and my father was lost long before that. I felt a slight grip on my hand jolt me away from my thoughts. “Duckling, it’s just me.” Harry lowered his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can take you back to Uma if you want me to.” No. I wasn’t going to let anybody on the Isle see me as some kind of victim that needed to be coddled all the time. Just because I’m not the same ruler I was in Neverland doesn’t mean I’ll descend to the level of a whining peasant.
“I’m fine, Harry. Now, we have a job to do.” We had finally arrived at Curl Up and Dye. It wasn’t my first time robbing the place, and we both know it wouldn’t be our last. However, it was the first time we had seen a vehicle parked outside of it. It was clean, shiny and made a tiny squeak when Harry swiped his finger across it. “Well...that’s new. Since when did Lady Tremaine have a thing for motorbikes?” Harry turned back to me, his shark smile wide and playful.
“Oh, this doesn’t belong to Lady Tremaine..or her little worker rat for that matter.” Harry chuckles and excitedly spins his hook with his free hand. “We should go in, this is going to be one hell of a ride!” Harry took my hand into his and placed a quick kiss on my ring finger before the two of us strutted inside, hand in hand. What I saw next was an unexpected, yet somehow pleasant surprise.
There she stood. Her hair was the same color as the vehicle outside, so it must have belonged to her. She was a tiny little thing. Her legs were so slim they could easily snap with just one kick. She wasn’t much taller than the little Dizzy working in the salon that day. Her face was dainty, overly feminine, lips full and pouty. There’s no way that this was the right girl. It couldn’t be, yet I knew that it was. I kept eye contact with her, but she clearly seemed dazed, more focused on Harry as he took the money from the dirty and rickety register. Just as Harry was about to guide me out, she spoke up. “Still running errands for Uma? Or do you actually get to keep what you steal?” Harry turned back, eyebrows perked not in surprise, but in excitement.
“Well well well, what a nice surprise!” Harry turned to me, tucking a stray hair behind my face. “Duckling, there’s someone I need to introduce you to -” Before he could go any further, I quickly got closer to the princess. My dagger was in my pocket and ready to go.
“No need, Harry.” Her hair was long, straightened, recently worked on. It was no longer the bleach blonde I saw on TV those months ago, but a shade of purple slightly brighter than that of the vehicle outside. I took out my dagger and slowly swept the heel along her hair and close to her right cheek. “I like the new color. That beach bleached blonde was making me sick. This seems much more...you.”
“And who are you? Another errand bunny in Uma’s group of eels?” A troubling smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
“Oh no no no, Princess. I’m your worst fucking nightmare. I’ll be the one to finally tell you that there are consequences for your actions. Just because you’re...quite literally fucking royalty doesn’t mean you get to get away with everything.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you sad you didn’t get sent to Auradon or something? Tough luck, pirate rat, clearly you were left here for a reason.” Mal swiftly grabbed my wrist, restricting me from moving my dagger any further. Alright, little mouse. I’ll play along.
“Well let’s see, when you’re laying in your castle a few weeks from now wondering why you feel so alone and why everything you love is falling to shit, try asking yourself if you really should have murdered those hundreds of innocent boys? It’s what I would do if I were in your glass slippers.” For a split second, her eyes widened. She thought I didn’t see it, but I saw it. It may have only been for a short while, but she was scared of me. And I cherished every bit of it.
“How the hell did you escape, Wendy?”
I laughed quickly before my face turned cold. “Wendy was a fragile feather who my father bludgeoned to death with a mace. I saw her body in the Echo Caves myself..or, what was left of it anyway. The name is Sofi, if you must know. As for how I escaped, there’s this thing called ‘Neverland’s magic coursing through my DNA,’ not that you would’ve known.” I lowered my dagger but kept my gaze. Some people think that information is a weakness. But, truthfully, how much information you give your enemy doesn’t matter as long as you’re strong enough on the battlefield. I want this bitch to know every little thing about me before I rip her intestines from her chest so she can see who she lost to.
“So, Peter Pan has children, huh? So much for never growing up.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has tons. If there was one thing he desired more than power and control, it was a rough round of Devil’s Tango. Don’t think about trying to find him here, though. The bastard’s been dead for years. I couldn’t care less about whether or not you wanted to gut him open. What I do care about, princess, is my boys. And you and your little gang of misfits took them from me.” I could feel my voice getting louder and lower. There was a fire lighting in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a very long time and I was more than happy to feel it return. She’s alone. She’s unarmed. She’s vulnerable. “My Lost Boys were innocent! They did nothing wrong!”
“Your Lost Boys tried to kill my friends and I. We went there for your father, they got in our way.”
“For Wicked’s sake, Mal! Listen to yourself! My Lost Boys were protecting the home that you and your friends invaded! You go to school now, right? Have you read a history book? Do you understand just how fucked up you are? God, I should just slice you right here! It’s not like you gave my boys any time to beg for mercy, huh?”
“Oh, I would love to see you try!”
“Sofi!” Harry’s growl interjected the two of us. He hadn’t moved any closer, as it would’ve been a mistake to get between Mal and I, but I knew what he was trying to say. A swift death is nowhere near what Mal deserves. She deserves to suffer long and hard so she’ll embrace her death when it finally arrives by my dagger. Now that she’s back on the Isle, that’s exactly what she’ll get. “We came for a robbery, not a murder. Let’s go!” I quickly turned to Harry, his overall body language was firm and troublesome as usual, but deep in his eyes I sensed a softness. I sensed something that was close to...not fear..maybe worry? I glanced back at the princess and walked away, keeping eye contact with her.
“Just wait until Uma hears you’re back, you’ll be screwed then, princess!” I glided my arm across the table beside me, sending bottles and glasses to the floor. “This has only just begun!” I let out a fiery laugh as Harry and I exited the salon. Just as we left, I stopped and looked over at the motorbike. “Hey Harry, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Now that Mal’s on the island, we can jumpstart that plan that you brought to us and make her life completely miserable because it’s what she deserves?” Harry asked, eyes confused yet excited like a young puppy.
“Well, yes, but what I was also thinking…” I took a seat on the bike, throwing the purple helmet off to the side. “was that it’s time for a bit of a joyride.” Harry’s shark smile returned as he took his seat in front of me on the motorbike and revved the engine.
