#hungrycroccap

[rottncores]

harry  can  feel  his  heart  pounding  against  his  chest  rapidly  as  he  and  harriet  run  towards  their  father’s  clock  shop  on  the  isle,  racing  against  their  father’s  decision  to  leave  auradon  in  search  of  vengeance  on  peter  pan.   relief  had  briefly  washed  over  harry  whenever  they  checked  to  see  that  the  jolly  roger  was  still  there  but  that  didn’t  mean  his  pleas  with  his  father  over  the  telephone  had  been  heard  and  taken  into  consideration.   he  was  still  planning  to  leave,   to  abandon  them...  there’s  still  remnants  of  tears  on  harry’s  cheeks  as  the  clock  shop  comes  into  his  line  of  sight.  though  his  shins  burn  from  the  strain,  he  pushes  harder  and  almost  knocks  the  door  from  its  hinges  as  he  enters  the  shop.   ‘  da!   da!  ‘    his  voice  is  strained  from  the  heavy  crying  he  had  been  doing  earlier.   without  awaiting  an  answer,  he  stomps  through  the  shop  towards  the  back  room  and  finds  his  father  at  his  desk.   ‘  yer  still  fucking  ‘ere.. ‘   he  breathes  a  sigh  of  relief,  then  looks  at  harriet.   the  eldest,  the  burden  of  being  the  first  to  jump  in  and  fix  messes  goes  to  them  because  harry’s  not  entirely  sure  what  to  say  without  falling  apart  again. 

[wickdcores]

he can pretend,   if he tries hard enough,   that he is here at his eldest’s behest,   and not because he finds himself restless and in need of company.   truth be told,   he’s surprised that harriet isn’t giving him the same treatment as his son,   but then again,   harriet and harry are two very different people.   harry inherited both his parents’ passion,    but harriet...   well,   harriet inherited their mother’s keen eye and bold tongue.   hook tries not to acknowledge the fact that his eldest child is a captain and he is not as he steps on board the hungry crocodile,   a name he has never once let harriet live down,   and makes his way to the quarters he knows they’ll be in.   ‘    av’ arrived,   ’    hook drawls as he pushes the double doors open with a bang,   allowing the cool air to see through the room before they fall closed.   hook sniffs the air,   eyeing the food before harriet,   and he isn’t quite sure what to make of it.   ‘    bloody hell,   what is that smell?   ’    FT.   @hungrycroccap​

[gastonettelegume]

with the barrier down, gastonette had finally made her way to auradon.  it had taken a lot of convincing her parents to do so, but she insisted she’d look after gil.  besides, it made the legumes one step closer to the de bourbons and she was determined to find out what the hell was going on here.  

along the way she decided to pay an old friend a visit, ( maybe her only friend ).  she playfully tossed a knife at the wall near them, watching it stick with a boing! she wasn’t aiming it at anyone, just getting their attention. 

“ hey harriet.  long time no see. ”

@hungrycroccap​

[wickdcores]

‘   baby,   what are you doing here?   ’    aurora asks with an amused frown,   both curious and confused as to what harry could possibly be doing at the mall.  usually,   as far as she’s aware,   they go together.   she slips her hand around his waist as she moves to stand before him,   but as soon as she gets a glimpse of the other’s face,   she realises it’s not harry at all.   the two look very much alike,   but...  oh,  god,   it’s not him!   aurora’s eyes widen and glance over harriet from head to toe,   from the messy dark hair to the red and black attire.   yeah,   she’s definitely messed up.   ‘    i am so sorry.   i thought you were somebody else.   you just...   you really look alike...   ’    no hook,   though  ---  she should’ve known!    hopefully this person knows who she is so it doesn’t end up awkward...   she’s sure she could take an adoring fan over this sort of awkward interaction.   FT.   @hungrycroccap​

[rottncores]

‘ o’  cap’n! ‘   harry  jumps  onto  the  deck   of  the  hungry  croc,  boots  heavy  against  the  wooden  planks.   in  his  hook-less  hand  he’s  got  a  bottle  of  harriet’s  favorite  alcohol  and  over  his  shoulder  is  a  sack  full  of  valuable  trinkets.   this  was  no  ordinary  visit  -  it  was   a  bribe.  ‘  dear  sibling,   a’ve  come  bearing  liquid  refreshment  an’  gifts.  ‘    he  grins,  an  attempt  to  look  innocent  but  he’s  never  really  been  able  to   pull  that  look  off.  ft . @hungrycroccap

[wickdcores]

‘   harriet!   ’    aurora beams,   wrapping her arms around the other as soon as she sees them.    she hasn’t spent enough time with harriet lately,   and in her intoxicated ( and very much gleeful state ),   she’s more than happy to see them.    ‘    what are you doing?   how are you doing?   do you want to get a drink?   what am i saying  ---  you’re a pirate,   of course you want a drink!   ’    she giggles,    parting from harriet to take them in,    only in the next instant she’s wrapping her arms around them again to hug them a little tighter.    in the next instant,   she’s tugging on the other’s wrist to drag them in the direction of the bar without a second thought.     ‘   come on!   they have curly loveheart straws!   ’    FT.   @hungrycroccap​