Hey hoi me again just wanna say thx for answering me ask and you're welcome for all the kind words I said to yah-
And I would also like to give you an actual question djsjsj
What are your thoughts on the seapirate ship? As in Sea Fairy Cookie x Pirate Cookie? Gimme your honest opinion, even if its a harsh one. >:D
No problem, your old ask was super sweet!
And Iâm glad you already seem okay with the idea of my opinion being harsh, because I fucking hate seapirate. I cannot imagine Sea Fairy ever being with a man, especially not Pirate, and besides the similar aesthetics I donât think they have any good chemistry or anything interesting about how their personalities would come together
And for personal reasons, Pirate grosses me out. But thatâs just a me thing
Sorry for not posting as much currently been very busy but things are getting sorted out so have some poor quality doodles of my rare pairs! Obviously pomwind and seapirate but also firecocoa, MuayPopcorn(?) and weremacron. Because I just so happens to like really unpopular ships đ„Č , though if anyone has any rare pairs of their own or head canons! Do share~
A short one-shot with some domestic angst(is this even a thing? it is now) and domestic fluff.
Uma comes back to her ship after her defeat at the Cotillion only to find Harry in a bad mood.Â
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15256383
or under the cut
 When she returned to the Lost Revenge hours had passed since she left. Uma was exhausted from swimming all the way back. Especially after passing the barrier and transforming back, although magic didnât work on the Isle the dress somehow didnât vanish, perhaps somethings summoned by magic could stay if they were brought in. She didnât really care, she hated that dress, it was too pretty and only got heavy in the water and reminded her of her defeat.
 Tired, she made her way to her quarters, she didnât even notice the clinking of the piano or the words sung in a low husky voice until she was standing in the doorway. It was Harry. He was sitting by the piano, playing a rough and gritty song. His hook laying atop the piano, indicating this wasnât a song his father had thought him, but rather one of his own songs. Although everything felt terrible she couldnât help but smile at the memory of how they procured the piano, it was one of their more elaborate heists. As she made her way towards her tarnished vanity table Harry stopped singing but continued playing. Defeated she sat down and started to remove her makeup.
âYouâre back!â, his words were harder than usual. He finished playing and walked up to her. Without a word he let down her hair and started to help her remove her jewellery.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â, Uma snapped.
âThought youâd be off with beasty boy by nowâ, Harrys voice had an anger in it that seldom was heard while speaking to Uma.
âDonât be stupidâ
âOr that you at least would stay of the Isleâ
âYeah, well here I amâ, she almost screamed. Then in a much softer voice she said,â Can you heat up some bath water for me?â
âNoâ, normally Harry wouldâve done it in a heartbeat, but he was angry. Angry and hurt, and he didnât know why. Uma sighed loudly and walked to her bathroom. In there she filled the iron tub with water.
âYou canât just come back here and expect everything to be the sameâ he shouted at her from the other room.
âI donât get what youâre so angry about Harry. I only tried to do right by us. You know as well as I do that things donât work out for Ilse kids!â, Uma rarely got mad at Harry and she knew she probably shouldnât scream at him, but she was sad and at that moment he was pissing her off.
âI know thatâ he spat out, his Scottish accent rough âdespite what you may think Iâm not an idiot. But you might be if you come back here just because that little king broke your little heartâ
Uma couldnât help but laugh as she came to a realization.
âYouâre jealous, arenât you?â.
Harry stormed in to the bathroom.
âNo, Iâm notâ
âYou totally areâ
âShut up!â
âI knew you would make me feel betterâ, she laughed as she finished filling the tub and tried to light a fire beneath it to heat up the water.
ââAm not jealousâ, he barked and in a much quieter and milder voice said âlet me do that, you almost burned down the boat last timeâ as he gently pushed her aside and got the fire going. Uma walked back to her bedroom, rummaging through her dresser for a towel.
âFine, then why are you acting like a baby?â
âI just donât get why you would just throw away freedom like thatâ
âThen you must be dumber than you lookâ, she rolled her eyes ânow help me get this stupid dress off. I canât reach the zipperâ
âYou know what Uma, Iâm sick and tired of you calling me stupidâ, he yelled as he was walking towards her. âYou donât get to call me that and you donât get to boss me around. Iâm not your lackey or just some crew memberâ, he still helped her unzip her dress, after all he would do anything for her. Even if he was angry.
âI knowâ, she said trough gritted teeth as she stepped out of the dress, standing just in the silken underdress. âI know that youâre not just some henchman Harry. You donât get why I came back but tell me you wouldnât have, if you were on the other side of that barrier and I was still in hereâ. Â He wanted to, but he couldnât, he would never leave if she didnât come with him.
âI came back because you are my best friend. I know promises and loyalty donât mean shit âround here but I wonât leave without you. I wonâtâ
âFineâ, Harry muttered as he turned around to let her undress completely. It felt good to finally get out of the garment that reminded her of her defeat. Uma draped her towel around her and walked to the tub. Harry followed her. As always.
 The water was warm, and Harry put out the fire. Uma reached for his hand and held on tightly as she carefully got in the tub. Harry sat down on the floor with his back against it, soaking up the excess heat, and closed his eyes. Uma took off her towel and dropped it next to Harry as she slowly descended in to the water. She let out a small moan. It felt good to be warm again. Still holding Harrys hand, she submerged her head under the water. She stayed under for several minutes, all the while tracing patterns on Harrys hand. She always felt better being under water, and she could stay under for up to forty minutes. This had scared Harry to death the first time she took a bath on the boat. He was trying to talk to her the whole-time through the bathroom door, standing outside of it, but after going twenty-three minutes without an answer he panicked and busted it down. He had never seen Uma so mad at him, yelling about privacy and how he needs to stop being so protective. But he wouldnât hear any of it. She may be a daughter of Ursula, but she could still drown, at least he thought so. So, from then on,F he started to sit next to the tub and hold her hand as she traced patterns with her thumb to let him know that she was still alive. She had been completely against it in the beginning, but Harry wouldnât budge. So, she let him stay, but only after several threats to kill him if he tried to sneak a peek. He never did. He would never betray her trust like that. Uma trusted him, and he would rather die than let her down.
 When Uma finally got up for air he let go of her hand, it had started to feel funny from the diminished blood flow that came from holding it over his head, but it was a small price to pay for knowing that she was alive.
âHarryâ, her voice was much softer now âwill you please tell me whatâs gotten in to youâ.
âWhat ya mean, darlinââ he asked, still leaning against the tub.
âYou thought I wouldnât come back to you. You thought that that boring Ben broke my heartâ.
âItâs justâŠâ, he sighed â when I ran into Mal she said some stuff about us. And then you told Ben that nobody is looking out for you. And at the cotillion you said you loved himâ, he was rambling by now. Uma started playing with his hair and Harry stopped talking and instead let out a sigh of content. She told herself she only did it to get him to stop talking. Which it was. Mostly. But it was also because playing with his soft hair always made her feel good, something she needed now.
âFirstly, anything Mal says about anything is irrelevant. Secondly, I donât love Ben. I didnât think I needed to tell you that since you knew the plan. Lastly, and if anybody asks I did not say this, but... Iâm sorryâ
âAbout what?â, Harry asked confused.
âAbout forgetting that I can always count on you. You, Harry, you are the one constant that I have. And Iâm sorryâ, her voice broke on the last words.
âSo, youâre not angry at me?â
Now Uma was the one confused.
âWhy would I be angry with you?â
âIf I hadnât called out for you to help me out of the water you couldâve gotten Mal before she ever left the Isleâ
âOh Harry, donât you ever blame yourself. If I could go back in time I would help you again. Nothing in the world would stop me from helping youâ
âYou sure about thatâ
âIâm sureâ
Harry got a big grin on his face and said, âNot even if I were to open my eyes and turn around to look aâ, before he could finish Uma splashed him with water.
âYouâre evilâ, he said trying to shake it off.
âYou know you love itâ, Uma laughed.
âAyâ, he sighed happily as he leaned his head towards the tub.
 Uma stood up in the tub.
âTowel, pleaseâ
Harry gave it to her and stood up, waited a few seconds, making sure she had enough time to wrap the towel around her, before turning to her. She had her hand extended towards him and he took it as he helped her get out.
âThe water is still warm if you want to take a bathâ she said exiting the room. When she was shielded by the door she threw in her towel to him. As she returned clothed, Harry was wearing the towel and their roles reversed as she helped him in the bath. He didnât need her help, but he liked her touch and she liked to feel needed. Uma settled down next to the bath, where Harry had been sitting just a few minutes earlier and closed her eyes.
âYou know youâre free to look as much as you likeâ, his voice was inviting.
âIâd rather not. Donât wanna get scarred for lifeâ
âYour loss, capânâ
âI doubt that thereâs much to see anywayâ, now Uma had the grin.
âHey! No reason to be cruel. Iâll have you know that itâs quite impressive. You should count yourself lucky to have the opportunity to see itâ
âJeez Harry, chill. Iâm just messing with you. Iâm sure that you are well equippedâ, she rolled her eyes.
âGoodâ
 They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each otherâs company. It was Harry who first broke it.
âYouâre wearing my shirtâ
âI knowâ, Uma said smiling.
âWhy?â
âItâs the softest one on the Isleâ. Truth be told she wore it because it smelled like him, smelled like home, and it comforted her.
âItâs my only whole one, Iâm gonna need it backâ.
âHarry Hook, are you trying to get me to undress in front of you?â, she pretended to sound chocked and offended.
âIs it working?â, the boy was smiling from ear to ear.
ââCourse notâ
âToo badâ
âI should go to bed, itâs been a tiring dayâ, Uma said as she stood up ready to exit the bathroom.
ââKay, gânight loveâ.
âGood nightâ, she was already halfway out the door, careful not to look at him.
 When Harry finally exited the bathroom, he tried to be as quiet as possible as to not wake Uma. She was a heavy sleeper, but he didnât want to risk anything. He looked at her lying on her bed and noticed her shaking. She was crying, trying to not make a sound. Uma hated it when she cried and always did her best to not do it in front of anybody. Harry had only seen her cry twice before, once when they were little kids and she broke her arm. The second time it was because of him, he had tried to rile her up and stupidly called her shrimpy. It was the first and last time he ever called her that and he felt so bad about making her cry that he vowed to never hurt her again. He knew that Uma didnât want him to acknowledge her tears but when she was hurting he was hurting. So, he did his best to try to cheer her up.
âYou know, for someone who claims not to have had her heart broken you sure as hell cry a lotâ he said playfully. Uma sat up and threw her pillow at him. He caught it and sat down right next to her.
âHey, Iâm just trying to cheer you upâ
âIt worked better when I thought you were jealousâ
âIf it makes you feel better Iâll admit that I might have been a wee bit jealousâ
She got the smallest hint of a smile
âI knew itâ
âI know you donât talk about your feelings, but can you tell me why youâre crying so I know who to hookâ
âIâm just disappointed. I let you down. I let the whole crew down. I donât know if I can ever show my face againâ
Harry turned towards her and cupped her face in his hands.
âUmaâ, she tried to look away, but he wouldnât let her. âUma, look at me. You did not let us down. You were amazing. You are amazing. You came closer to bringing down the barrier than anybody else. You are our captain, my captain, and if anybody gives you any shit then⊠then Iâll hook âem! Besides I donât really want to go to Bore-adon, Iâm fine right hereâ
Umas eyes were starting to tear up again and he was afraid he had said something wrong and made things worse.
âThank youâ, she whispered and embraced him. Harry was relieved and held her tightly.
âAlso, I found it totally hot when you transformed. That really got it going for meâ
âOkay, moment ruinedâ, she pushed him away laughingly.
âI can sleep here tonight if you want me tooâ, the boy offered âdonât worry I know the ruleâ. Uma and Harry had slept next to each other a few times when any of them needed a little extra comfort. The first time it had happened Uma didnât want him to get any ideas and made a rule, no touching. At all. Harry always followed it. Uma didnât. Harry had woken up more than one time finding her holding him or with her head against his chest. He loved it more than anything in the world and for Umas sake he pretended to not know anything about it, often falling asleep again only to wake in the morning alone in the bed, Uma already up and running.
âNo, itâs alright. I just want to be aloneâ
âYou sure?â
âIâm sureâ
âOkay, capân. Iâll be in my quarters if you need meâ
 Harry awoke to someone climbing in to his hammock.
âUma?â, he said her name almost like a prayer, voice groggy from sleeping.
âI couldnât sleep, can I lay here with you?â, the question more a formality as she was already laying down and covering them with a blanket and she didnât expect an answer. Harrys cot was only meant for one person to sleep in, but he didnât mind as this meant she was almost on top of him and he got to hold her tightly against him. He smirked.
âYâknow, I should probably kick you out for breaking the ruleâ.
Uma rolled her eyes.
âLike this isnât your dream come trueâ
âAlmostâ, he breathed in her scent.
âWhatâs missing?â
âItâs not that somethingâs missing, itâs more like something should be missingâ, he said as he suggestively tugged at her clothes.
âYeah, your headâ, Uma snarked.
âCome on, you know you love itâ, Harry said mimicking her words from earlier.
âAyâ, she answered and snuggled in tighter. Soon they were both fast asleep.
