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Gilly boy is done~ and with that-the D1 sea three (2023 ver)are finished~
Uma has me in a chokehold g'damn. these are intended to use for my rewrite revise-but Uma's only appearance is her main outfit-othewise-until i get to that Sea three go to Auradon instead of the C4 rewrite-Uma's outfits will go unused.
enjoy~!
the things i do instead of commissions XD
i've always wanted to draw (y/n)/rose out in their coronation outfit but it's the 'ripped' version when she takes off most of her skirt to fist fight Maleficent (she also steals Fergus' sword)
colored in the roar sketches
POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue
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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.
It had been three months already.
Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.
Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.
Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.
But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.
It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.
“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.
“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.
“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.
“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.
Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.
It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).
Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.
“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.
“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.
“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.
It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.
-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-
Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P15
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The villains and their children stared as fireworks soared above Auradon, colorful sparks decorating the skies. Hook deepened his anger in rum, Gaston took his fury out on his house(his twin sons escaping his wrath as soon as he was seen on the block); EQ, Cruella, and Jafar all watched in thinly veiled disgust for their traitorous children-as music blasted and a party overtook Auradon prep-where King Ben was having his coronation party.
Teens danced and cheered as lights flashed, fireworks raining above them-setting the perfect scene for Ben’s coronation party. Speaking of Ben, he was currently being carried by the tourney team around the courtyard, laughing as they jostled him about-his smile brightening as he spotted Mal on the fountain stage next to you and Evie-the three girls laughing and twisting about to the music.
Mal; oh-oh yeah~ oh yeah yeah! Evie; let's set it off! Oh yeah! (y/n); you can make it happen!
All; ohayohay hey!
Ben was thrown onto the stage, twisting around with an almost shy grin, laughing as the students around him bowed-and he took a moment to mess with Chad’s hair-giving the boy a teasing grin as Chad looked at him-almost offended before he smiled, pushing Ben playfully.
Ben; kings and queens it’s our time to rise! Write the book; the story of our lives, this is us, taking back the night!
All; ohayohay!
He turned, seeing Mal making her way towards him and he held out his hand-the other behind his back, grinning as Mal took it and spun herself about to stand on his other side.
Mal; break the spell-we were born this way! Be yourself, forget the DNA! Everybody raise your hands and say~
All; ohayohay, hey!
Evie parted the crowd-stylish and proud as ever, strutting down the makeshift runway and dancing her heart out-grinning as Doug slid in to dance with her.
Evie; sound the alarm, get on your feet! Let’s set it off and rock this beat, dance till your heart is wild and free~
You couldn’t help but laugh/scream as Harry jumped up behind you, taking your hand and dancing you further onto the stage-his tailcoat abandoned-leaving just the waist coat-his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
(y/n): feeling the power let it all out! Like what you see in the mirror-shout! We got the keys, the kingdoms ours~
You took Evie’s hand as she passed you, twirling her around as Harry laughed, meeting Mal and Ben in the middle and throwing your hands to the skies.
All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! Start a chain reaction, and never let it stop! Let’s set it off-oh yeah yeah! You can make it happen; with everything you’ve got-let’s set it off!
Harry took your waist, pulling you up and over to his other side, his hands once again finding yours and bringing you close-all while laughing as you sang.
All; get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! ohayohay, hey!
The boys, Carlos, Gil, and Jay; all spotted Jane sitting alone-away from the party. She didn’t feel like she deserved to be there not after what she had done; not just at the coronation-but to the vks, for being so mean after they had practically welcomed her with open arms.
Carlos and Gil shared a smile and nodded, the three boys walking forward and sitting on each side of Jane, Jay behind them and taking Jane’s shoulders, smiling down at her. She jumped-surprised, her eyes locked onto Gil as he offered his hand, maybe they wouldn’t get back to how they were right away, but they didn’t have to be enemies.
Carlos; it’s time to set this thing off, let’s make it happen now! Gil; Imma make my own future, ignore all the rumors-show em how passion sounds! Carlos/Jay/Gil; they all told me I should back down, judgin’ me cause of my background; thinkin’ bout changin’ my path now-nah I ain’t going out like that now!
Gil grinned as he took Jane up the steps to join the rest of the party, laughing as Lonnie and Audrey came up to Jay and Carlos-whirling the two boys into the party with matching grins.
Audrey; feeling the power let it all out! Lonnie; like what you see in the mirror-shout! Jay; we’ve got the keys the kingdoms ours~! All; ooh, oh,oh! Evie; Whoa-ooh yeah!
The music blasted again, everyone dancing to their heart's content, you and Harry met up with Jane and Gil, laughing as you danced together.
All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! Start a chain reaction and never let it stop! Let’s set it off! Oh yeah! You can make it happen; with everything you’ve got let’s set it off!
All; get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! Three, two, one-
The beat dropped and everyone danced together, Mal and Ben running off somewhere-almost kissing but not, Mal cheekily dodging Ben’s kiss and pushing him away-leaving the rest of you to party.
Mal; ooh-yeah!
Harry twirled you into his arms, your arms automatically going around his neck, smiling at you with that handsome side grin he always used.
Harry; let's set it off, oh yeah~
You grinned back, taking his hands and swinging them about-the party around you almost disappearing as you got lost in each other's eyes.
(y/n)/Harry; start a chain reaction, and never let it stop!
All; let’s set it off! Oh yeah! You can make it happen, with everything you’ve got, let’s set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Get ready, set it off! We bout to set it off! Everyone turned to face Ben and Mal, bowing to their new king-long may he reign. Fireworks once again exploded in the sky, cutting through the music as everyone cheered and jumped around, Harry took you in his arms and spun you around, laughing into your ear as you scream/laughed.
He was free, free from his father, the isle, and evil expectations. He could be-whatever he wanted now, and with you by his side, he was sure he could do just about anything.
You took his face in your hands, bringing him close enough to press your forehead against his, laughing as his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, his whole body relaxing.
“Thank you,” Harry whispered and you grinned, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “Anything for you, Harry” you whispered back, letting him pull you close again, resting your chin on his shoulder.
You turned your gaze to the reader-who jumped in surprise, not expecting to be addressed-smirking a bit as they did. “you didn’t think this was the end of the story, did you?” you chuckled, winking and then pulling Harry back to dance as everyone cheered and music blasted-marking the beginning of a wonderful story.
-end of p15-
It’s short, I know, I’m sorry XD after so long since the last update, I’m sure yall wanted something more-but-really, other than an epilogue that explains a bit more of Shuffle playlist(which is the next book in this story, which no I will not be rewriting/revising), Rewrite revise is finished~ hope yall liked it and it flowed better than the version I wrote in 2020(?)
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P4
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“Someone turn the sun off,” Harry groaned as the alarm in the dorm went off-snatching Harry right out of his sleep. It had been hard to fall asleep on the cloud known as a bed-so Harry had taken all the blankets and moved to the floor-Gil joining him soon after.
“Good morning,” Gil said from above-having already woken up thanks to his body's alarm clock demanding he be up when the sun was. Harry glared up at Gil, who just smiled down at him. “it’s too damn early for yer sunshine ass.” Harry grumbled, taking a pillow and smacking Gil in the legs-burying his face in another pillow and hiking his leg up to go back to sleep.
“C’mon Harry, breakfast is about to be called and I wanna see what kinda eggs they have!” Gil whined, tugging at Harry’s limp arm. Harry just lay there-not caring for breakfast, fake snoring as Gil pulled his upper body up and shook him. “Harrryyyy,” Gil gave up after a few moments, sighing as he looked around the room.
10 minutes to breakfast, and Gil really really wanted to go eat, he was starving- running and sneaking around always made him hungry. Harry was nearly asleep when he felt himself get picked up and was suddenly blasted with cold water-that quickly turned heavenly warm.
“Gil tha’ fuck?!” Harry yelped, his boxers and tank top soaked as he sat under the showerhead-glaring up at Gil who just smiled, happy he had woken Harry up. “Shower-get dressed! The body wash smells like Uma!” Gil said, the last thing mentioned as an afterthought but it very much caught Harry’s attention. He groaned, standing and stripping his soaked sleep clothes, tossing them to the bathroom floor, and quickly showering.
The body wash didn’t smell exactly like Uma-but it was very much the same stuff she used. (though by the time it got to the isle-it was nearly empty) It made Harry feel just a bit less homesick.
A knock at the door made Gil get up to answer it after pausing the same cartoon he had been watching the day before. Gil greeted you with a cheer and you told him it was about to be breakfast, nodding when Gil said Harry was just getting a shower and they would be there in a few.
“Cool-see you there!” With that, the door closed and Harry shut off the shower, sighing as the hot water left him. Hot water-another thing these Auradon prats kept to themselves-for the isle to even get a warm shower-it took several barrels of boiling water.
Harry towel dried his hair, walking through the dorm naked as Gil stared at the cartoon, not caring for Harry’s nudity-having seen it more than once. Harry had long lost his shame-for more than one reason but he was also just comfortable with Gil. Harry shoved on a new pair of boxers and a ripped pair of black jeans.
He settled for something comfortable and casual, putting on a long-sleeved black shirt and a red flannel over it, attaching a silver chain to his belt loops, and putting on his multitude of rings. “Ye ready?” Harry asked Gil, fluffing up his hair and putting his eyeliner on as Gil nodded, already out the door by the time Harry tied his boots off.
“C’mon man wait up” Harry groaned, locking the door after him and jogging after gil, yawning as they made their way to the cafeteria. He could feel eyes on him, all ogling him, he peered at one girl with auburn hair-and she flushed as she locked eyes, and Harry couldn’t help but notice the wings that stuck out her back. He rose his brow at her and she squeaked, rushing off with a girl with long violet-black hair that was tied into a braid-she also had wings.
He never would’ve guessed fairies went to Auradon prep-he assumed they all stayed in neverland. Harry paused as he and Gil stepped into the cafeteria, mouths watering at the smell wafting through the air. “oh what is that?” Harry muttered, grabbing Gil’s sleeve as he went on his toes to get a better look-because being six foot one didn’t help seeing over the crowd of students who were rushing to get in line before the bell rang.
“I dunno, but it smells amazing-“ Gil muttered back, getting in line with Harry-smiling as you stepped in behind them. “Hey-what’s that smell?” Gil asked, and you peered around the line-beaming when you realized what it was. “French toast~” you hummed, rubbing your hands together as Harry admired your jet-black hoodie with designs on it that would make Frollo choke. “it’s one of my favorite breakfasts, it seems they pulled out all the stops too-I can see the cinnamon rolls from here~!”
Whatever cinnamon rolls were-they smelled fucking awesome.
Harry was practically drooling by the time they got to the front of the line-Gil’s jaw dropping as he took in the eggs lined up behind the staff in the kitchen-ready to be cooked to any students liking. “How you want your eggs darling?” a woman with a thick southern accent asked, her bright green eyes amused as Gil just gaped like a fish, looking over the menu full of egg possibilities. Harry snicked, planting his hand on Gil’s shoulder to peer at the menu.
How in the hell did this staff have time to make this many different types of eggs for-hundreds of students? “Just get the over-easy Gil, it’s what ye usually ‘ave at the chip shop in the mornin’” Harry muttered, and Gil let out an odd sound that Harry guessed meant thanks, Harry got the same thing-like Gil-the options were overwhelming and he needed something familiar.
Even if the eggs were fresher than hell and nothing looked more than five minutes old.
Gil got something called pancakes, and Harry got French toast; admiring the powder-covered slices of bread that smelled like heaven. They kept going down the line-picking out whatever they liked from the buffet. Hashbrowns, apple slices, grapes(Gil found a new favorite fruit, raisins be damned(they learned raisins were grapes just dehydrated)), bacon(one of the best things in the world Harry later decided), and one more thing that Harry would soon realize was heaven on earth.
Cinnamon rolls.
“Simanim rolls-“ Harry muttered, watching as Mrs. Potts slid a still steaming pan full of freshly iced rolls into the line and dishing one out each for him and Gil. Harry couldn’t help but notice the extra icing on his roll, but didn’t mention it, smirking as Mrs. Potts winked at him.
“Cin-na-mon-“ you corrected from behind, not in a condescending way-simply correcting his pronunciation. “Simanim-“ Harry tried again, unable to get his mouth around the words, and you laughed gently- sending a flush to Harry’s cheeks. “Don’t worry about it-I said nightbares until I was like-twelve, and I still say renember to this day,” You patted his back as you reached around him to grab a brown carton-the words on it catching Harry’s eye.
Chocolate milk.
He liked chocolate so far-and milk….milk had to be good here right? It wouldn’t be curdled or rotten like on the isle, because like hell bore-adon brats would drink that shit. Harry grabbed one of the cartons along with a bottle of apple juice and followed you to a table, once again sitting with Lonnie and another girl with a short bob and a big-ass ugly bow in her hair.
Bow girl squeaked-going pale as he and Gil sat down. “Jane,” you sighed, reaching out to stop her from leaving. “they’re fine-they won't hurt you-I promise.” Jane just stared, looking as if just a blink from Harry would kill her. Harry drew his gaze away-she reminded him of the pup(Carlos)-terrified of the smallest thing and looking as if a strong gust of wind would send her for the hills.
“You’re really pretty!” Harry heard instead of your encouraging words, and Harry snapped his head to look at Gil, pinching his exposed arm as Jane stared at Gil in shock. “Gil-“ Harry hissed, turning to Jane with a forced smile. “Sorry-he has no filter, no idea when ta’ shut up.” Gil just frowned, tilting his head.
“What’s wrong with what I said? She’s really pretty, ain't she?” Harry sighed, covering his eyes with this hand. He guessed all the smarts Gil had yesterday had left-and now only one brain cell remained. One brain cell Gil refused to filter his thoughts and always just blurted out the first thing that flew through his brain.
This time-it was saying Jane was pretty-so it wasn’t world-ending but still. Harry peered through his fingers at Jane-who was staring at Gil with her cheeks bright red, one of her hands reaching up to touch her face. “You-you really think so?” Jane asked, her voice quiet and-almost in awe. As if a boy had never thought or told her she was pretty.
“Trust me lassie,” Harry spoke up instead of Gil, who had his mouth full of eggs but was nodding anyway. “he’s got no filter between this” Harry pointed at Gil’s brain and then his mouth. “and this, ye heard Gil’s hundred percent truth.” Jane just stared at Gil, finally looking away after a few moments as he smiled at her-squeaking out something that sounded like ‘thank you’.
Harry huffed in amusement, cutting up his toast after spreading some butter and syrup on it(per your suggestion) and taking a bite. He paused, reaching out with his free hand to grab Gil’s shoulder. Gil turned to look at him, laughing at the star-struck look on Harry’s face. “Damn dude-that good? Want us to give you a moment with your breakfast?” Gil teased, laughing as Harry let out a quiet groan and then continued to devour his French toast.
You giggled, shaking your carton of milk and gesturing for Harry to do the same-which he did-following your lead in opening the carton and taking a sip.
This breakfast just had one miracle after the other-chocolate milk was almost as amazing as root beer. Harry licked his lips as he practically chugged the carton, not a chunk or sourness to be seen in his milk-only silky-smooth amazingness. You watched him amused as he tried the other bits of his breakfast-his eyes locking onto his still warm cinnamon roll.
“Go on~” you sang, using your fork to pull open your roll and show him the inside-wonderful gooey cinnamon paste mixing with the thick icing. “The middle’s the best part.”
Harry stabbed his cinnamon roll, making Gil snort through his egg, watching as Harry pulled apart the roll and speared the middle bit, shoving the very warm cinnamon bread into his mouth.
And Harry now knew what heaven was like-it was cinnamon, whatever the hell it was mixed with, icing, and warm sugar bread. A shiver actually went up his spine and he grabbed your hand; staring at the heaven-made dessert with wide eyes. You laughed, tears in your eyes as Harry stared at you with stars for eyes. “Gil, I think we’ve lost him,” you teased as Harry quickly went back to the blessing known as a cinnamon roll, tearing it apart with a ferocity only a boy deprived of sugar his whole life could have.
“We’ll see him in two to three business days when he comes down from-whatever this is,” Gil joked, waving his hand over Harry, who was completely enveloped in his breakfast, his arms crowding the tray-daring anyone to take his food.
“A sugar rush, that’s what this is.” you supplied, covering your smile with your hand as you watched Harry devour his breakfast, and soon there was nothing left and Harry was looking back at the line-swallowing as he found the section where the cinnamon rolls were. He knew he was allowed seconds, but he wasn’t sure if that counted for the cinnamon rolls-they might’ve only made enough for one per student.
Before he could think further, you were standing and skipping over to the line-holding up two fingers to Mrs. Potts who beamed and handed you a plate with fresh cinnamon rolls. Harry balked as you walked back over and slid one on his pate-spitting the other with Jane who had finally relaxed after seeing Harry experience a cinnamon roll for the first time.
All too soon-the bell rang-alerting students that breakfast had ended and it was time to get ready for class-which was in 10 minutes for Harry. Harry sighed, downing the rest of his chocolate milk and licking the icing from his fingers
You stepped in line with Harry and Gil to grab your book bags from your rooms, leading them across the courtyard to Auradon prep itself and showing them their lockers, handing them two slips of paper with their locker codes. Harry glared down at his code; he was horrid at remembering numbers-he would have to tattoo this shit on his wrist to make sure he remembered the damn thing.
But he opened his locker anyway-stashing the slip away in his pocket as he got out his 1st-period class books. First up-English. Fun. Harry sighed again, pausing in the middle of the hall as he watched you walk the other way. “Where are ye going?” Harry called, dodging a few students who were rushing to get to their class. You turned to face him, smiling a bit. “Attached already?” Harry sputtered and couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks as you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m pullin’ your leg-I have math, I’ll see you in chemistry!” with that-you were gone, off to your first class of the day.
Harry huffed, turning on his heel to catch up to Gil, pausing at the door of their classroom, most of the class had already arrived, leaving few seats for the two new kids. All those students turned to stare at them-whispering amongst each other as they did.
Harry forced himself to look down seeing a red-haired kid wearing forest green. No-no way-there was no damn way, of course, his first fucking class was with Pan’s kid.
“Ah-Mr. Hook and Mr. Legume-happy to have you with us.” Harry glanced up at his new teacher-who was a tall lanky man with soft brown eyes and a pointed nose, wearing deep greens and browns. “How about you take a seat right there.” He pointed at the set of seats on the opposite side of the room-far away from the Pan kid.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, daring to glance back at Pan-who was staring hard at him. Harry smacked the back of his head as he turned away-feeling a dangerously familiar itch there. ‘gods please, not here,’ Harry thought to himself, begging whatever gods were listening to let himself keep a hold of his mind.
“Is it flaring up?” Gil asked quietly-it being the curse Harry’s father had passed down to him upon birth, a curse born of Neverland and madness; whenever Harry got particularly angry or stressed-his eyes would go red and he would lose touch with reality and himself, losing himself into violence and blood.
Only once did he fully lose control, and it didn’t end well for the person who had tried to take his little sister.
Harry nodded, biting his cheek to bring himself back down to earth-doing his best to ignore the Pan kid-if he looked at them, he was sure he would lose control and Gil would have to knock him out to keep him from hurting anyone.
And then he would surely be sent back to the isle, he wasn’t ready to face his father again-not after feeling freedom for the first time-it had only been a day. So Harry took several deep breaths, messing with the point of his hook(honestly how had he been allowed to keep it so far?) until that pressure at the back of his head went away.
Deep breaths until the whispers went away.
Harry jolted back to attention as the teacher, professor. Thatch the blackboard said, clapped his hands-pushing up his glasses as he welcomed his 1st-period class. “Good morning guys, welcome back, and welcome to” he nodded to Harry and Gil then-turning back to address the whole class afterward. “History of Auradon, now as I mentioned-we will be learning beyond Auradon-as I do believe learning the history of other nations and kingdoms give benefit to a growing mind-so! Today, we’ll start with the history before Auradon, before Fairy godmother and the other grand fairies of the land cast the spell to converge our many lands together to create the USA.”
Now, this was news to Harry, Auradon didn’t use to all be one kingdom? They were separate at one point? Harry could tell many other students in the room were coming to the same realization-gasping slightly at Professor Thatch; which he beamed at, happy to teach something new. “yes-you heard me correctly, Auradon used to be hundreds of separate kingdoms, all separated by sea, land, mountains, forests-everything was hundreds of miles apart until twenty years ago when our king Adam and the grand fairies made a deal to unite the kingdoms and create a strong singular kingdom to protect its people from Evil. At the same time-the isle was created, built from the ground up from an island that had long sunk to the bottom of the sea-the isle of the lost was actually originally known as; the Isla de muerta, or when roughly translated into English; the Island of Death.”
Harry perked up again-Isla de muerta, or more correctly known as Isla de la Muerte, was a legendary island from pirate lore-said to be cursed by Aztec treasure that had been cursed by the gods after Hernán Cortés angered them- the isle only to be found by those who already knew where it was.
Many of those cursed by the treasure-were now on the isle again without even knowing it-one being Hector Barbossa himself.
Harry-for the first time-was entranced in a history lesson, his eyes glued to the professor as he spoke energetically of how and when FG and King beast had created the deal and spelled the separate kingdoms into one. By the time the bell rang-Harry was actually disappointed-wanting to hear more from Professor Thatch.
The professor seemed to feel the same way, sighing as he clapped his hands. “Well-that’s it for today, by the end of this week we will have a quiz on this topic! Study hard and have a good rest of your day! And remember your homework!” Harry and Gil waited until the rest of the class had left to make their way out-wanting to avoid the chaos of the halls as they went their separate ways, Harry to math class(joy) and Gil to safety rules for the internet.
Harry felt a deep pit of dread collect in his gut as he traveled to his next class, swallowing hard as he stared up at the class number that hung above the doors. He hated math-he had always been horrid with numbers-but thankfully he never really needed it on the isle and skipping class was something ‘smiled’ upon at serpent prep.
He was sure if he skipped here, he would get in a lot of trouble. So Harry sighed, straightened his back, and stepped into the class-pressing his lips together as he looked around the room.
This class was set up differently than the last-history was almost theater like-with rows and rows of seats sitting higher up on each lever-this class had separate desks spread across the room. Harry was somehow the first there, and he stepped further in-swallowing as he made eye contact with the teacher. She was tall and thin, with long curly black hair and deep brown skin-her eyes golden brown-wearing soft yellows and pinks.
She almost reminded him of Uma.
She smiled, and Harry frowned back, feeling uneasy. “Harry right?” she asked, and Harry nodded, crossing his arms as she gestured into the room. “Welcome to math class sweetheart-take a seat-I don’t do assigned seating. I’m Jennifer Honey.” Harry nodded again, muttering his full name-realizing she already knew it-and quickly took a seat at the back as more students moved into the room behind him.
Lonnie sat next to him with a beaming smile and Harry relaxed a bit-even if she was an Auradon brat-at least he had someone familiar in this class. “Hi Harry,” she whispered and he hummed back, his leg bouncing as Ms. Honey welcomed each student into the room, that warm smile still on her lips.
The teacher was nice-but as class started-Harry realized he was in for an infuriating time. Time and time again, his father, sister, Uma, and his uncle Smee had tried to teach him any sort of math-and time and time again, he just-couldn’t grasp the concept, he understood the absolute basics, but anything bigger than that? And he would fizzle out like a wet candle, burned down to frustrated tears and a pit in his chest.
Every once in a while-he would finally grasp a concept-like when Uma was attempting to teach him basic algebra when they were 13-and Harry practically jumped for joy for finally understanding-and yet the next day-it was gone, slipping through his fingers as he desperately tried to understand the question in front of him.
He gave up around 14, done with it all and done with how he just couldn’t get anything to stay in his brain. And as Ms. Honey started to write on her blackboard, Harry knew it would only end the same way it did years before, with Harry cursing himself out and tearing the math book to pieces.
Even now-the numbers and equations Ms. Honey wrote down were blurring in front of Harry’s eyes, turning to a mess of switched numbers and a headache at the back of Harry’s head. Harry sighed, looking down at his notebook and staring to doodle-knowing there was no point if he couldn’t even read the questions.
Harry noticed the small screen that sat under his math book on the desk, showing the blackboard Ms. Honey was writing on. Harry shoved his notebook over it, doodling until Uma showed up on the pages, her braids flowing over her shoulders and back as she rolled her eyes at his math class.
He missed her.
Soon a paper was shoved in his face by the student in front of him-and Harry’s blood went cold as he took it. A fucking test.
Great-just great-maybe he should’ve paid attention.
He felt that itch and pressure at the back of his head again as he stared down at the test-years of stress and frustration over math coming back in a single moment and Harry considered ripping the test up and telling Auradon math to fuck off. But he had to be on his best behavior if he didn’t want to make anyone suspicious and picked up a pencil, his hand buried in his hair as he glared down at his paper.
He couldn’t even understand the first fucking question-all the odd symbols and letters refusing to make sense. He tried to do something-get some numbers on the paper but he didn’t even know where to start-didn’t know what anything meant. He could barely recognize the words on the paper asking him the questions.
Eventually, he just gave up, he dropped his pencil and sighed; covering his face with his hands and just sat there-feeling Lonnie and Ms. Honey’s eyes on him as his leg continued to bounce, his hook that was attached to his hip bouncing with it. When Ms. Honey’s timer went off-everyone handed their tests back up to the front, Harry glaring off into a corner, shame burning in his chest.
“Remember, this test has nothing to do with your grade-I just wanted to see where you all stood so I can teach you all in the best way possible for you, now move along! I’ll see you all tomorrow!” and just like that-the bell rang and Harry was the first up, grabbing his bag and running out of the room-ignoring the burning eyes on his back as he rushed to his next class; life without magic.
He nearly slammed into Mal on his way down the hall, glaring down at her as she stumbled to regain her balance. She turned to glare at him but paused when she saw his eyes, her brows furrowing into heavily concealed concern. “Your eyes are red.” She whispered, his curse was something well known on the isle-some didn’t believe it-like Mal’s mother-but Mal had seen it time and time again when they were all younger, and Uma had been Mal’s friend and Harry hung around them to be with Uma.
Mal knew how dangerous it was-and how dangerous it could be not partially blocked by the barrier. “And?” Harry snarled, just wanting to get away from the school already-but again, first day. Wouldn’t do well to disappear only 2 hours into the day. Mal just stared, then shook her head, passing him up to go into the classroom.
Harry took a moment to force himself to calm down-which didn’t really work-and slid into the room, huffing as he noticed the only open seat without a name was the one next to Mal. And it was at the front of the class-great.
Harry stomped over next to Mal and plopped down-grumpily resting his chin in his palm as he glared off into a corner, ignoring Mal’s sigh as she got out her books. Harry realized the class looked like a kitchen, with a sink between him and Mal and the desks were practically cutting board counters.
“huh,” Harry muttered-snorting as he saw the teacher fly in-it was a short woman dressed in blue with small wings, jet black hair, and a round face. Mal groaned and slammed her face into the desk.
The teacher was fucking Merryweather-one of the three good fairies Mal’s mom detested. Oh how fucking hilarious-okay-all thoughts of horrid math were gone-now he got to enjoy Mal’s suffering.
10/10 day.
And they were cooking! Not only that-baking!!! Fuck yes best day. It was a well-guarded secret that Harry liked to cook, only Uma, Gil, and his sisters got the privilege to eat what he made-and even on the isle-he was a damn good cook. More than once he took over for Cook back at the chip shop when she was unable to make it, he never minded it-able to hang out with Uma and help her out at the same time.
Harry snickered as Mal hid behind her book-not wanting to be seen by the blue fairy, glaring at him as he laughed quietly. Her glare softened as she watched the red disappear from his eyes and she rolled her eyes-ignoring the fact that the tightness in her chest went away at the sight of it. She would never admit she was worried for him; they were enemies after all, and she would applaud for the day he got his ass kicked.
Never-no way would she ever admit to being relieved to see Harry relaxing, especially if it meant her suffering.
“Good morning students!” Merryweather said with a clap of hands and then smoothing down the apron she wore. “And welcome to Life without magic, today-bread! A staple in any home life, plus it’s delicious. Today we make the dough and tomorrow-we bake! Let’s get started.”
Harry decided he liked this class so far, getting his hands messy, flour in his hair, and watching Mal struggle to get her dough to pull together, everything was actually pretty fun. And by the end of the class-he and everyone else were putting their rounds of dough into the riser at the back of the class and they would bake their bread the next day as Merryweather said.
Harry cleaned up, snickering at Mal’s mess, she was covered in flour and was glaring at the mess of dough on her fingers-sticking to the rings she hadn’t taken off like Harry had. Harry grabbed his notes and slid them into his bag, looking up as Merryweather clapped her hands and gestured around the room to her students. “great job guys, for this week-your homework, is finding recipes you want to make and by the end of the week-you’ll make them for me during class-see you tomorrow!”
And once again, the bell rang and everyone filed out, Mal still picking flour and dough from her hair, grumbling as she followed Harry-using the wide berth everyone gave him and Mal to keep from getting pushed into the crowd. “And yer followin’ me why?” Harry asked, just wanting to get to lunch already and not be around her till remedial goodness.
Mal just rolled her eyes, skipping around and ahead-colliding with Evie who gasped at Mal’s appearance-tugging her off to a bathroom to fix her up. Harry felt a now familiar presence step next to him and he looked to his side to see you, giving him a small smirk. “How was your morning?” you asked and Harry blew his bangs out of his eyes-glaring at nothing as you pouted at his response. “oh, that bad?”
Harry shrugged, tilting his hook back and forth. “Not really, just math class sucked, I hate it-can’t understand it.” You nodded in agreement, waving to Gil as he ran up to walk on Harry’s other side. “History and life skills was pretty fun though, I got to make bread.”
You clapped; happy he had found something fun to do today. “Awesome! Bread is so fucking good, especially homemade bread, speaking of bread-lunch!” with that-you were off to the cafeteria-Gil and Harry close behind-Gil looking very excited for Lunch, he had been starving since Chemistry.
Today's lunch was every sandwich under the sun, from the bread to vegetables, everything was customizable, and several lunch ladies made every sandwich from the base up for the students. Harry blanked out for a moment at all the options then settled on a turkey sandwich with bacon~.
He grabbed a bag of chips, apple slices, and a root beer before sitting down with you and Gil at a nearly empty table; Jane and Lonnie once again joining them. “hi Gil,” Jane whispered, smiling shyly as he beamed back. “hi Jane!” he said with his mouth full, mayo and crumbs on the corners of his mouth. But Jane didn’t seem deterred at the sight, only giggling a bit.
Harry smirked behind his fist-knowing exactly what that giggle meant-he had heard it time and time again from the many girls of the isle who had crushes on him and Gil-the little bluebird had a crush on Gil-and he was oblivious as ever.
He shared a look with you and Lonnie, who both held the smirk as him, all laughing quietly as Jane continued to stare at Gil with pink cheeks and a shy smile.
Harry perked up as you suddenly gasped, taking out a box from your bag and setting it in front of Harry. “For you-leftovers from this morning~” you sang, laughing as Harry popped open the box and stabbed the cinnamon roll with a fork-grinning manically as he tore out the middle and stuck it in his mouth-his eyes closing as he savored the amazingness of the cinnamon roll.
“Thank you,” Harry said and absolutely meant it. Gil look surprised to hear that coming from Harry-but just laughed it off and went back to his food, asking Jane about what she liked about the school and her favorite way to eat eggs.
Jane seemed surprised to hear him actually talk to her but answered anyway-the pink in her cheeks getting darker as she twirled a short strand of hair around her finger-a small frown forming as she noticed her ‘ugly’ bob.
As Gil and Jane talked-Harry listened to you and Lonnie, well-not really listen-mostly zone out while he ate his sandwich and cinnamon roll. He took an apple slice, dipped it in the caramel provided(another thing he proclaimed was from heaven), and took a bite-hearing the crisp crunch of the apple as he bit it in half. Damn-who knew apples could be crisp? All they got on the isle were squishy ones they used to make cider.
Gross cider-but cider nonetheless.
All too soon lunch was over-it was only an hour long-and Harry realized they had remedial goodness right after it. Harry groaned, rubbing his face as he and Gil made their way to the class-the other vks behind them. All six of them were not excited about this-a solid hour with FG? With her-bubbliness and sickly smile? And baby talk!? Gods Harry would rather be in the isle stocks for three days again than do this-anything would be better than this.
The six vks filed into the room-way too many desks in there for just the six of them-Mal and her gang sat in the direct middle-spread out between the two inside desks. Harry and Gil sat at the back-nearest to the exit.
FG beamed at the sight of them-holding a wooden dowel and pointing it at the backboard behind her, where the words ‘welcome to remedial goodness’ were written. “welcome to remedial goodness 101~ as you know, im fairy godmother-and I hope through these classes; you will be able to make the correct choices and be your best while in Auradon.”
Mal and Harry let out quiet groans, Harry sliding down his chair and closing his eyes as Mal got out several pieces of scratch paper to draw on as FG began to write on the board. Things like ‘mouths are for smiling not biting’ and ‘sharing is caring’ were the first things to go on, and Gil made a small noise-wondering who had bitten someone already.
Probably Mal. She had the fangs for it.
“Let’s begin, shall we?” FG asked, now standing before two sets of questions, using her wooden dowel to point at the first one. “you see something you like at the market; do you A? steal it? B? buy it? C? break it? Or D; set the stand on fire?”
Harry audibly snorted at the last ‘answer-coughing as he laughed. Because oh my gods, that escalated so quickly! FG raised her brows at him, as if waiting for something and Harry shook his head, waving her eyes off. “I’m good-I’m good.” Harry giggled, patting his chest since he had inhaled spit thanks to his snort. Gil laughed quietly with him-getting the joke a bit late but laughing all the same.
Ja raised his hand, smirking as he did and FG happily pointed at him. “A, steal it.” Jay said-so sure that was the correct answer, and FG shook her head. “Incorrect.” Jay frowned-but-that’s-what? huh? Mal let her head drop-sighing a bit as she looked up from her drawing. She raised her hand and FG pointed at her. “B, buy it.” Mal grumbled and went back to her art as FG beamed and nodded.
“Correct~! Next question, you find a wallet with two hundred dollars in it, do you A? turn it over to the proper authorities? B? look for its owner? C? steal it? Or D; buy some new shoes with it?”
Evie’s hand popped up and FG nodded. “D, buy new shoes~” Evie sighed dreamily, imagining the shoes she could buy with 200 bucks. FG clicked her tongue and shook her head-and Evie frowned, but-new shoes? Mal once again sighed and raised her hand-answering with the ‘correct’ answer, which really was both A and B-which Mal did say. “A and B, look for its owner and turn it in to the proper authorities.” Mal muttered, ignoring the beaming pride on FG’s face.
Carlos let out an impressed huff, wondering how Mal was getting all these questions correct so easily?
“Wonderful, next one! You’re sailing the ocean and find treasure on an unmarked island, do you A? take it for yourself? B? leave it there? C? report your findings? Or D; mark it on your map and come back later for it with a permit?”
Gil and Carlos’ hands popped up, and FG pointed back at Gil. “B, leave it there?” Gil said-phrasing it like a question since he wasn’t sure that’s what he should do. Harry groaned, reminding himself never to let Gil go treasure hunting. FG smiled a bit and nodded. “Yes-that’s one of the things you could do, but the best thing to do is C or D, that way you could legally keep the treasure for yourself~!”
Gil let out a small gasp of awe, clapping his hands a bit as Harry sighed and let his head tip back-closing his eyes and wishing for the hour to be up already.
“If someone hands you a crying baby-do you A? curse it? B? lock it in a tower? C? give it a bottle? Or D; carve out its heart?”
Harry snapped up to stare at FG with wide eyes-both in ‘dear god that is the stupidest question in the world’ and ‘oh my god that got so dark so quickly
Evie raised her hand-and FG beamed, gesturing for her to speak. “Evie~” FG sang, her smile dropping as Evie just asked what was the 2nd answer again. “oh-okay, anyone else?” the vks were silent-unsure of the answer as Mal continued to doodle, her eyes drawn up as FG called her name gently.
“C, give it a bottle.” Mal muttered, dropping her eyes again as FG cooed at her. “correct, again~” Carlos let out an impressed whistle, turning to Mal as she rolled her eyes. “you are on fire girl?” he said as Mal scrunched her face up-wondering how they were failing to understand the questions. “just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun?” Mal said as if it was obvious, and it was-since everyone let out a small gasp and Evie muttered that it made so much sense.
Mal mocked them with a gasp of her own and went back to her art.
Gil perked up as he saw Jane walk past him and Harry-she smiled at him and squeaked in fear as she squirreled past the main four, Mal quickly noticed the resemblance between her and FG as Jane quickly shoved a clipboard into her hands-knocking Evie with her elbow to get her attention.
Harry opened his eyes as he heard a now familiar snort, smirking as he saw you walk by, looking down at him amused with several files in your hand. “That boring?” you mouthed to him and he mimicked shooting himself in the mouth, smiling as you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.
Gil smirked, glancing between the two of you as Harry kept staring at you, watching as you handed FG the files while FG introduced her daughter to the vks. “Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?” Jane nearly panicked at her mother's words, turning to her with a begging plea. “Mom, no!” Jane gasped, clenching her jaw as FG turned her to face the vks-the only one she didn’t feel a stabbing fear for was Harry and Gil-who just stared back. “It's okay. Jane, this is everyone~”
Gil looked a bit concerned, which sent her heart racing for reasons other than fear. “hi-“ she whispered to the main four, who were just staring at her, Mal practically staring into her soul. “that’s okay-don’t mind me, as you were!”
Jane quickly sped past them with a squeal, her cheeks turning pink as Gil said bye to her with that big grin of his.
FG went to put the files you had given her on the lectern when you grabbed her attention-signaling for her to lean down so you could talk. “Yes?” she asked quietly, nodding as you spoke. “They’re teenagers, not toddlers-don’t treat them like kindergarteners who can’t stop themselves from eating paste.” FG hummed; nodding-she hadn’t tried that! Maybe she would get more of a response from Harry and Mal if she did. “Good idea,” FG whispered back, sending you off with a wave.
You winked at the vks, mouthing ‘you’re welcome’ to them as you walked past, Harry’s eyes zoning onto the cookies you pulled from your jacket pocket as you walked out.
Harry caught the pack of cookies you tossed back at them-sharing a devilish grin with Gil who laughed quietly, you always seemed to have some sort of snack on you-most of which you shared with Harry.
“let's continue,” FG said, turning back to the blackboard. “you find a vial of poison;” Thank god she stopped with the baby talk. “Do you A? put it in the king's wine.” Oh, Harry would very much love to do that. His damn fault he was on the isle in the first place. “B? paint it on an apple?” Evie and Mal shared a giggle at that. “or c? turn it over to the proper authorities?”
With Mal’s advice-everyone was now sure of the answer and eagerly raised their hands, including Gil. Harry just let out a slow sigh from his nose, hiking his feet up on the chair in front of him and letting his eyes close, hearing Jay and Carlos rough around as Jay answered the question. “C, you turn it over to the proper authorities? Jay said all smugly, grinning as Carlos shoved him a bit. “I was gonna say that!” Carlos wined, yelping as Jay tugged him onto the desk and stuck his wet finger in Carlos’ ear. “oh but who said it first-who said it first?!”
Harry didn’t even open his eyes as the two tumbled about on their desk-FG hitting her dowel on the lectern to gain their attention. “boys, boys!” They stopped, staring at FG with wide eyes. “im going to encourage you to use that energy, on the tourney field.” FG said, gesturing out towards the field that was sitting just next to the school.
“oh no, that’s okay.“ Carlos said with a dismissive laugh, ushing Jay off him. “whatever that is-we’ll pass.” Jay just looked confused, wondering what the hell tourney was-Gil asked Harry the same question and Harry shrugged; not caring about it.
He had heard you mention it once or twice with Lonnie, but he was more interested in whatever Roar was, because he heard the word ‘swords’ once and his attention was officially drawn.
“I’ll be letting coach Jenkins know of your arrival at tryouts-which are right after school lets out. Okay?” Jay and Carlos sighed, nodding. “okay, let’s continue.”
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Finally, the hour was up and the vks were getting ready to head to their next class, Evie and Harry had chemistry while Jay, Gil, and Mal went to math, and Carlos had history.
“Harry, Gil? if I could speak to you for a moment?” Harry let out a long sigh as he paused in leaving, turning to walk back over to FG as she waited for him and Gil to stand in front of her. “aye?” Harry asked, already tired of today. “I wanted you both to be involved in our sports as well, and I think Gil; you would like tourney, and Harry; you would like Roar-which is a fencing team.” Harry kept his reaction to a minimum-but he knew his eyes lit up at those words.
Fencing? Aka swords?! Sign him the fuck up. FG seemed to sense his enthusiasm and beamed. “wonderful, tryouts for Roar are tomorrow after school, in the amphitheater connected to the gym. Coach Jenkins is also in charge of it but the captain decides their team-so good luck to you, Harry. You may go.”
With that-the boys ran off-leaving FG alone with the files she had been given. She took the top one and opened it, the name at the top reading ‘Harry James Hook’
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Harry James Hook; son of Captain James Hook. Age; 16, male, born April 21st, 1999. Siblings; Harriet and Calista Jane Hook. Classes; History of woodsmen and pirates, history of Auradon, internet safety, remedial goodness 101, math, English, chemistry, life skills without magic, and chivalry. Electives; N/A notes; Attached to Gil, does not seem to like the other vks much(especially Mal and Jay-seems to have less of a problem with Carlos and Evie), seems to have trouble with math’s/numbers, possible dyscalculia; please inform staff of this and have it dealt with accordingly. Permit given for hook, do not take-possibly emotionally attached. Reactive, fight before flight.
Warning; possible curse, Ms. Honey reported his eyes going red during math’s-due to the stress involved, Merryweather reported feeling intense magical pressure coming from his head, and Professor Thatch noticed a reaction to Tara Pan, red eyes, twitching in his left arm, heavy breathing, and tightness in the body(potential panic attack); suggested temporary solution-switch Harry out of that shared period for history of Auradon to prevent any potential fights.(keep eye on Pan and the lost kids, they might pick a fight and set him off) Research suggests this may be the madness curse, or the curse of the blood god, given to Captain Hook back when he lived on neverland from the fairies of Neverland, irreversible, violent, and dangerous. Stress and anger are possible triggers for episodes.
Harry is otherwise fine-but will need special care to keep him safe.
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FG sighed, setting down the paper, oh that poor boy. “this is going to be harder than I thought,” she whispered, hoping she could keep a handle on these kids, hoping she wouldn’t have to do anything drastic.
She was just glad Harry seemed to like you already-you had a good head on your shoulders. FG looked up as her next class arrived, she had forgotten she had magical history after remedial goodness, she smiled and wiped the board clean-welcoming her new students.
-end of p4-
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P13
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The cathedral where Ben would be crowned king was as grand and royal as the rest of Auradon-decked out in gold and blue with a royal blue carpet to lead into the cathedral itself. The crowd outside-ready to welcome their new king-was huge, all cheering and waving banners for their prince.
“At last, here we are! Broadcasting live from the coronation; where Prince Benjamin will soon be crowned king! I’m snow white, bringing you up to the second coverage of who’s the fairest of them all~”
On the isle, the main four villains sat around Maleficent's old TV, EQ chucking a handful of popcorn at the screen. “That’s my line,” she squawked, mocking the princess that was once her stepdaughter. “I’m snow white~ who are you kidding, she’s definitely had work done.” She chuckled another handful of popcorn and Maleficent side-eyed her botched Botox.
Hook and Gaston were at Gaston’s brawler bar-everyone watching the screen in impatient silence while their kids were at home-also watching the coronation on their cruddy TVs.
“Where’s Harry?” CJ asked, the smee twins sitting at her feet as she had claimed the couch in the captain's quarters(Harriet's ship). Harriet shushed her, pacing back and forth as she waited for her baby brother to appear. CJ groaned, letting her head fall back. “But this is so boring! Can’t we speed it up to the part where Harry steals the wand?” Harriet rolled her eyes, smacking her forehead.
“This is a live broadcast CJ, we can’t speed it up, we just have ta wait and see.” Harriet muttered, continuing to pace as CJ blew a raspberry, leaning on her palm as Snow White continued to drawl about the coronation and its guests(and their outfits and hair).
Uma leaned towards the tv sitting above the kitchen window as Fairy godmother appeared on the screen and revealed her wand, her mouth going dry at the sight. But where was Harry?
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Harry swallowed as the limo slowly drove up to the cathedral-the two of you being one of the last to arrive before Ben and Mal made their appearances. The windows were down-letting everyone see their faces as the crowd cheered and waved. You turned to look at him-seeing the nervous look on his face and grabbed his hand, smiling. “Everything’s going to be okay,” you said, squeezing his hand.
He had trouble smiling back, fiddling with a blue box in his other hand-where the antidote was kept. You tilted your head at it, only now just seeing the box. “What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the box with your free hand. Harry shrugged, handing you the box and you untangled your hand from Harry’s and opened it, seeing a single chocolate mini cupcake.
"Fer ye, I know ye like ta have snacks,” Harry muttered, sniffing as you examined the cupcake. “fer after the coronation, ye know-wait!” without waiting, you popped the whole cupcake in your mouth, licking your lips as Harry stared in horror.
Oh fuck.
“It’s not bad, but could’ve done without the anti-love potion ingredients,” you muttered and Harry blinked, fear clutching his chest. “you-you knew?” Harry breathed, his ears starting to ring and his lungs just wouldn’t expand. You turned, nodding, giving him that smile that made him pause.
“Yeah, from the very beginning. I’ll explain more later-but-magic doesn’t work on me. The potion never worked in the first place.” You closed the box, seeing you were arriving at the cathedral. Harry just stared-now just utterly confused. You took his hand again, showing off your ruby necklace. “Just know, I didn’t fake a damn thing.” Yu leaned in, kissing his cheek and then nodding at the door-one of the servants opened it and Harry stepped out, turning to help you out of the limo-his mind still going miles a minute.
You knew. You knew.
You knew about the love potion-did that mean-you knew everything else? You looked up at him, and smiled, still holding his hand. “let’s get inside,” you whispered, walking up the stairs together and bowing to Adam and Belle before heading inside, spotting Gil and the others up on the balcony. You took your place up in the front, leaving space for Mal as everyone began to gather along the blue carpet; waiting for their King.
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Uma’s breath was stolen as she saw Harry step out of a sleek black limo-looking so handsome and almost like royalty in a fine red tail coat decorated with gold, his hair brushed back and his bangs curling over the left side of his face. Then he turned-helping the girl out of the limo, holding hands with her the entire time as they walked up the steps and disappeared into the cathedral.
“And here is (y/n) with her boyfriend, Harry Hook! Both looking fabulous in their red outfits! Let’s see who they’re wearing~” Snow White prattled off about designers-one of which being Evie-but Uma didn’t care.
“So (y/n) is her name,” Uma muttered to herself, not a single soul in the chip shop speaking, everyone-including her mother-was watching the coronation today, crowding around any TV they could to see the vks finally nab that wand and free the isle.
James curled his lip at the sight of you, hoping his son would do the ‘right’ thing and nab that wand, leave you behind, and come free him-he could taste the blood of Pan and the lost boys.
Revenge was near.
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Harry took a deep shuddering breath as Adam and Belle took their places at the two thrones on the platform-FG standing a few steps down with her hands delicately placed in front of her. Mal joined him at the front and they shared a look-their eyes drifting back to the wand.
It was so close, one of them could easily just take it now.
The choir began to sing and nerves settled in Harry’s stomach, he reached out-taking your hand and squeezing it. you squeezed back, watching the grand doors as two servants opened them-and there was Ben, in his princely(soon to be king) attire, his head held high and walking straight down the middle of the carpet, just as he had rehearsed so many times.
The guests all bowed as he walked past, Mal and Ben sharing a smile as he made it to the platform. Harry took another breath as he stood straight, swallowing as Ben kneeled before Fairy Godmother, watching as she bowed to Adam before taking his crown-turning and placing it upon Ben’s head.
Ben took a deep breath, looking back up at FG with a proud smile on his face. Adam removed the case around the wand and Mal gasped, her grip tight on her skirt-staring at the wand. They could do it right now, they could just take it. Belle took the wand from its stand and handed it to FG, who bowed her head and turned to Ben, holding it delicately-speaking in a loud and clear voice, filled with pride.
“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon; with justice and mercy, as long as you shall reign?”
Ben nodded, his eyes filled with beaming pride and excitement. “I do solemnly swear.” He said in a clear voice, ready to take on the difficult commitment that would last until his heir was ready to take the throne.
‘grab the thing already!’ Mal could hear her mother's voice in her head-like a cruel conscience. Harry gripped your hand, licking his lips nervously. 'Don’t mess this up Harry,’ he heard Uma say, he felt the weight of the shell bracelet on his wrist-his hook hanging from the loop on his pants.
Mal looked back at the balcony, seeing her friends. All just as nervous as she was; all just as unsure as she was.
Was she really going to do this? Could she do it?
She didn’t have a choice.
None of them did.
“Then it is my honor, and my joy; to bless our new king,” FG tapped Ben’s shoulders with the wand, holding it up and about to bless him when it was stolen from her-everyone gasping as the thief fumbled to control the wand, wielding it dangerously as it sparked and shot a beam of magic out of the cathedral-blasting a hole in the barrier.
Maleficent cackled as she saw the wand get snatched-assuming it was her daughter or Hook’s son. “Yes!”
James roared with victory, Gaston laughed with devious intention-finally, Belle would finally be his! Uma’s jaw dropped, throwing her hands over her mouth. They did it!
“They did it,” Harriet muttered, her eyes on the tv as the cameramen panicked and failed to show who exactly had taken the wand.
But everyone could feel the shift as the barrier broke-it was only a hole-but it had been broken. And magic now reigned free. Maleficent cackled, summoning her scepter and disappearing in a swirl of green smoke-beelining it to Auradon.
But it wasn’t Harry or Mal who had taken the wand; it was Jane, her face red with frustration as she attempted to gain control of the wand. “Child what are you doing?!” FG screamed, reaching out to her daughter as Jane whirled around-the wand overpowering her untrained body.
“I want everything to go back to how it was!” Jane screamed, in just a month-she had gained new friends, long flowing hair, a boyfriend, and popularity-only to lose it in a day; all because of her stupid mistakes-she wanted to reverse those mistakes-she wanted to be with Gil, she wanted to be friends with the vks, she wanted her long hair back.
She attempted to cast a spell, one that would rewind time to last week-before she had started to drift over to being a stupid mean girl. “Bibbidi-bopiddi-boo!” the wand sparked dangerously-Jane’s mind was too frazzled to control it and it only got more out of control the longer she held it.
Harry pushed you behind him and grabbed his hook-his eyes on Jane, watching as the wand sparked and pushed Jane around like she was a ragdoll-Ben rushing to get in front of Mal and protect her as Jane yelped, her eyes filling with panicked tears as she realized she was losing more control as time went on-and the wand began to burn her hands.
Mal jumped forward-the crowd gasping as she wrestled Jane for the wand-wincing as the sparks danced across her skin. “Careful Mal!” Belle yelled, worried for the girl. Mal finally took the wand from Jane-holding it with one hand and the wand immediately calmed down-Mal breathing heavily as she stared at Jane, the younger fae staring back until she scrambled into the crowd-Lonnie pushing Jane behind her and then looking back at Mal.
Mal looked to the wand-she had it-she had the wand. She held it with two hands then, holding it away from her and straight up-backing away as Ben stepped in front of her. “Mal, give me the wand,” he breathed-holding out his hands, trying to calm Mal down as she stared at him with wide eyes, panic clear in her expression.
“Stay back-“ Mal whispered-her friends and Gil already running down the carpet towards Mal. Harry glanced at you and you looked back up at him-he took your hand and pulled you with him behind Mal, and you remembered his words from Wednesday ‘if something happened at the coronation-would you leave with me?’
You looked behind your shoulder-seeing some of the crowd-like Audrey, Lonnie, Fergus, and Doug-all staring at you with wide eyes. You licked your lips and stepped closer to Harry, the others finally joining the group as Mal ordered Ben to stay back-she didn’t want to hurt him.
Gil glanced down at you and gave you an apologetic smile-one that was barely visible as he went to stand next to Harry-his eyes back on Mal as Audrey suddenly spoke; “I told you so!” she yelled-Mal turning to her with the wand-fear filling Audrey’s face as she leaned back and her family stood in front of her-not knowing what the daughter of Maleficent would to.
Considering what happened on family day.
“Let’s go,” Carlos said, Dude at his feet and whining-it was time. They had the wand. “Revenge time,” Jay muttered, bouncing on his heels-nerves filling his body. they were going to see their parents again, Auradon would be destroyed.
“If we don’t leave now they’ll catch us,” Harry muttered, already seeing guards making their way towards the vks-but they were stopped with a wave of Ben’s hand.
“You really want to do this?” Ben asked, looking right into Mal’s eyes. She shook her head, sobbing a bit-“We have no choice, Ben,” she cried, tears already starting to streak down her face. Ben’s face fell. “our parents-“
“Your parents made their choice!” Ben said, interrupting Mal-he wouldn’t let her mother-or any of the vks parents control them anymore. They weren’t here. They couldn’t hurt them.
No one knew the barrier had been broken yet.
“Now you make yours. It is not your job to continue their work, it is not your duty to carry out their revenge. You are their kids, you deserve to be kids, you are not responsible for their choices.” Ben said, speaking like a true king.
Mal stared at him, looking into his forest green eyes and feeling her heart speed up. Not because of fear or anxiety, but because of realization and hope.
She didn’t want to leave Auradon. She didn’t want to free her mother, she didn’t want to hurt Ben, or leave him. She didn’t want to see Evie get hurt ever again, she didn’t want to see Jay sleep on the streets again, and she didn’t want to see Carlos covered in bruises and burns again. She didn’t want to see Harry limping through the wharf again, she didn’t want to see Gil hiding his pain or smarts with a dumb grin.
She wanted to be happy, and she wanted her friends with her. She wanted to stay with Ben.
“I think I want to be good,” Mal said softly-looking into Ben’s eyes-lowering the wand as she did. Ben smiled; his eyes brighter than ever. “You are good,” he said and Mal shook her head-scrunching her face up.
“How do you know that?!” Mal cried, all her life she had been taught evil, her mother had forced it down her throat. Steal, lie, cheat, deceive, plot, scheme, destroy, hurt.
How did Ben know she had the capability to be good? All she knew was to be evil.
“Because, I’m listening to my heart.” Ben said softly, smiling at Mal. She stopped, her breath catching. “I want to listen to my heart too,” she whispered, shaking her head and lowering the wand-turning to the vks. “and my heart says-we are not our parents!”
The coronation crowd seemed to relax at these words, watching the vks in awe as Mal spoke to her friends. They stared back-as if they couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Mal.
“i-I mean,” Mal shook her head, trying to figure out what to say-she turned to Jay, smiling. “stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Tourney and victory pizza makes you happy.” Jay suppressed his smile, coach smiling at him from the crowd. Mal turned to Carlos, who narrowed his eyes slightly, Dude pawing at his leg. “and you, scratching Dude’s belly makes you happy-I mean-who would’ve thought.”
Carlos snorted, rolling his eyes and looking down and Dude-who gave him a big puppy smile.
Mal turned to Evie, giving a watery smile to the girl who had become her best friend in the last few months; she couldn’t believe she ever hated her. “And Evie, you do not have to play dumb to get a guy-you are so smart!” Evie gave a laugh that was half a sob-nodding to Mal.
Mal turned to Harry and Gil, still smiling. They stared back, still untrusting of the fae that had bullied their best friend for years. “and I know we aren’t friends; we probably never will be but-I’ve seen the way you have both shined in ways I never could’ve imagined. Tourney, roar, cinnamon rolls, grapes-“ Mal laughed again, shaking her head. “(y/n).”
Harry squeezed your hand and you smiled at him from over his shoulder. He smiled back.
“And I don’t want to take over the world with evil,” Mal finally said, tossing up her hands, the wand still in her grip. “I want to go to school with all of you-and be with Ben.” she whirled around-giving Ben her biggest smile, holding up her hand which was decorated with his class ring.
He beamed back, blushing “Because Ben makes me really happy,” Mal sobbed, Adam and Belle smiled down at her-FG too-all so proud of her. She turned back to her friends, still smiling. “us being friends makes me really happy, not destroying things!” They all nodded, agreeing with her-they didn’t want to be villains, they didn’t want to do their parent's bidding anymore.
They wanted to be good, and stay in Auradon.
“I choose good you guys,” Mal finally said, holding out her fist-breathing heavily as she finished her speech. There was a pause, Jay, Evie, Carlos, Harry, and Gil all glancing at one another before Jay smiled, joining Mal. “I choose good too,” he said, throwing his fist up next to Mal’s.
Evie threw her fist up next-beaming with teary eyes. “I choose good too,” she whispered-Gil being the next with a radiant smile, and Mal now knew why Uma kept him around. He was more than just muscle. “Me too! I choose good!”
Belle let out a small laugh from where she was.
Carlos and Harry hesitated-but for different reasons. Carlos held his hands up, furrowing his brows. “So, just to be clear; we don’t have to be worried about how mad our parents will be?” Mal laughed, and so did Evie, Jay, and Ben. “Because they’re gonna be really, really mad.”
Ben stepped forward, like the king he now was. “They can't get you here.” you nodded, stepping out from behind Harry-still holding his hand as you spoke up. “And if they try, I’ll kick their asses.” Ben laughed, and Mal snorted at the thought of you kicking her mom's butt. She honestly bet you could-you were a one-woman army if she ever saw one.
Carlos nodded with a smile-joining his first with the others. “Good,” he said and the crowd cheered. All that was left, was Harry. “Harry?” Ben said as he stared the circle down-Gil looking back at him nervously. “On one condition,” Harry said, looking Ben in the eyes. Ben nodded, anything. Harry licked his lips, glancing back down at you, and then at the golden bracelet on his wrist.
“Me sisters, and me best mate Uma; you get them over ‘ere as soon as possible.” Ben nodded eagerly-that was a very agreeable condition. “Done,” Ben said, beaming. You grinned, shaking Harry’s hand a little and Harry sighed, nodding. “I won't be a goodie-two-shoes, but…aye-I choose good.” With that, Harry joined the vks, placing his hook delicately amongst their fists.
The crowd cheered-celebrating the villain kids turn to good. Mal nodded Ben over and Harry pulled you into the group. “c’mon,” Mal whispered, grinning as Ben placed his fists between hers and Evie’s smiling as the crowd roared even louder-Mal resting her head on his shoulder and sighing, finally relaxing after the last week of chaos and anxiety.
You looked up at Harry, smiling, and he smiled back-leaning in and pressing his lips to your forehead.
Uma couldn’t believe her ears, staring at the tv. They had chosen good. They had indeed abandoned the isle(their parents) but….Harry was keeping his promise, he was going to get her off his rock-away from her mother. Along with his sisters.
And while Uma was still plenty angry with being trapped on this rock for 16 years by the past king for her mother’s crimes, a little voice in the back of her mind said it wouldn’t be so bad. Not if Harry and Gil liked it.
Maybe she could learn to like it too. And if this (y/n) girl made Harry happy, then Uma would just have to accept it and move on.
She was going to be free.
James and Gaston stared in pure rage, the two staring to destroy the tables around them and throwing mugs as they went-they would destroy their sons if they ever showed their faces again. They had betrayed their fathers, they had raised them, protected them, and taught them everything they knew! And they do this?!
Harry and Gil would be dead if their fathers ever saw them again.
The camera suddenly malfunctioned-only the audio remaining-the sound of Maleficent cackling resounding through the speakers-and the cathedral.
The vks, you, and Ben all jumped back, eyes wide as a cloud of green smoke smashed through a window and hit the floor, filling the room as the crowd went silent with horror.
Harry pulled you behind him-holding his hook protectively. He looked to your friends, Lonnie, Jane, Fergus, and Doug; and swiped his arm across, yelling out in panic. “run!” but before anyone could move, Maleficent cackled again-freezing them in their place with fear.
Maleficent formed from the smoke in all her glory and the dragon's eye glowing in her hand. She beamed, throwing her hands out dramatically.
“I’m baaack!”
-end of part 13-
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she cute~!! Also, everyone would look good in overalls-Jane and Dizzy mostly-Dizzy should've had overalls.
