#hook siblings

[dragoneyes618]

The VKs and Games

It doesn't matter what kind of games they like to play. It doesn't matter what kind of game it is. The very notion of a game is warped, for some of them.

The last time Harriet Hook played a game, it was in an attempt to keep her barely-out-of-toddlerhood siblings quiet and occupied as they crouched in a small dark place on the Jolly Roger and their father rampaged in a drunken rage.

The very idea of playing a game is completely foreign to Claudine Frollo. She genuinely has no idea what it is.

The only games Mal, Uma, Evie, Ginny Gothel, and anyone else with fairy or witch blood have experience with are word games, riddles, where one misspoken word costs you a lot more than the game. They are experts in wording things very carefully and finding loopholes.

The only games Freddie and Celia Facilier have ever played are card games. And they're always for something, even something small and useless. Games are never for free.

When Carlos was younger, Cruella sometimes played a game with him. Usually it involved Carlos having to pretend to be a puppy and Cruella hitting him with her cane if he forgot.

[dizzydizney]

Harriet: CJ, you need to be careful what you get up to with boys CJ: You never say that to Harry! God knows what he gets up to with boys Harriet: That's different. Harry can't get pregnant Harry: Sounds like a challenge

[humaforever]

The actor they got to play young Hook has brown eyes. Plot twist, CJ got her eye color from her dad and Harry and Harriet got their eyes from their mom.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Do you think the Hook siblings are half or full siblings? Either way, do you have any theories as to the identity of their mother(s)?

Full siblings.

Captain Hook has the vibes, okay? Falls for one woman very hard. Besides, Harry had to get it somewhere.

As for the mother, well. I do have a theory. However, my mainly motivation is chaos.

I think it was a siren. That bloodthirsty kind that lures sailors to their deaths, so she found herself on the Isle.

She decided to seduce Captain James Hook, because he is a sailor and she was bored. However, he fell for her. Hard.

And when she got bored, well. She's been trying to kill him ever since.

She has been so far unsuccessful.

Ursula is having a lovely time watching Hook Family Drama, thank you for asking.

Mr Smee is this close to an aneurysm. He keeps telling the Captain that his wife is trying to kill him- „For heaven's sake, Captain, she just tried to rip out your throat!“ „Nonsense, Mr Smee! She just gets a little passionate!“

(Ursula might or might not have saved Hook from drowning few times, purely she wouldn't lose her favourite form of entertainment, aka mortal men in drama TM)

And the Hook siblings grow up convinced that murder is a love language.

[bucket-barnes]

Memories: Harry Hook

(That’s right, I’ve done it again, this time in my psych class. Have fun)

Harry has a few memories of his mother. He remembers her watching as his dad taught him to sword fight, how she always called him “kiddo”… and how she was the only person he ever heard say “I love you”

Harry was six when he started hearing things. It started small, hearing someone call his name when no one was there, hearing clock ticking when he wasn’t anywhere near his family’s shop…but then he started seeing things too. As he got older the voices became louder and the visions more clear, he’d always seem out of it, his maniacal laughter scaring people away and seeming unable to focus…but then there was Uma. Uma wasn’t afraid of him, she trusted him, she saw him as an ally, someone to be kept around…Harry liked having Uma around

Harry was ten when his mother died…sickness, a terrible way to go, really. He would always sit with mother while she lied in bed, he’d always tell her about what was happening that day, sometimes even bring her back a little gift that he “bought” from Jafar’s junk shop. His favorite thing he ever got her was a little pocket watch, it was damaged and stuck at 11:30, but it had a little design engraved on the back… a swan craning out it’s neck, surrounded in a frame of vines and roses, he always loved that watch

The day his mother died, Harry sat with her and told her about what happened that day, how he and Uma pulled a prank on Cruella deville and didn’t get caught, how Harriet beat up a guy who called Captain Hook weak, and how he even saw a little dove by the docks…though that one wasn’t real, just him seeing things again. When his mother died, Harry saw his father cry for the first time, Harriet tried so hard to shield him from everything, but there was no hiding him from that. Harry hugged his father tight and tried to tell him it’s ok and that everything will be alright, just like Harriet would do for him…but then the voices came, and it wasn’t just whispering, they were loud and saying terrible things, it eventually got so bad he had to let go of his father and sit in his room with his sisters until it got silent again

Harry was eleven when he gained a reputation. Harriet always told him that if the voices got bad to go find her, but Harry added an extra step, if the voices got bad…play it up, laugh, smile, whatever, just act insane so people stay out of the way. Harry had gained the reputation of “Hook’s psycho son” though that didn’t stop his classmates from giving him heart eyes, so he also became the Isle’s heartbreaker, which wasn’t necessarily a bad reputation to have once he got a little older. Always feared, or a fantasy

Harry was sixteen when the hallucinations were at their worst. Everyday there were visions of violence and carnage, and the voices…the voices were the worst part, always yelling, always saying horrible, horrible things. Harry’s day always started with whatever strange medications Harriet found on the barges, and ended with him throwing up over the edge of the lost revenge. Uma and Gil would always stay close to him, tell him when what he was seeing was or wasn’t real, guide him away from prying eyes when the visions and voices got bad, and would help sell the act of his insanity…he had a reputation to keep up after all. One voice always stood out from the others, it wasn’t loud or vicious, it was soft and gentle…always saying “I love you”, it was the one voice Harry didn’t mind…reminded him of his mother

Harry was eighteen when he joined his father for a drink. He had indulged plenty of times, always with Uma and the rest of the crew, but never with his father. Harry’s vision of his father had been shattered long ago after he caught his father three bottles deep, swearing him out for a menagerie of things he did or didn’t do through mournful cries, though Harry didn’t really hold it against him…he knew his father was just trying to numb the pain of well, everything. The barrier has been down for a few months and Harry was getting overwhelmed, Auradon was a lot to take in and the hallucinations weren’t helping. On a crisp autumn night, Harry went down to the Jolly Rodger, sat down next to his father, and took a swig of rum. The two men talked through the night, about Auradon, Harry’s visions and the voices in his head, and about all the things Hook tried to numb, the pain of losing his wife, the pain of his oldest daughter growing up to fast, the pain of his only son hearing and seeing things that weren’t there, and the pain of his youngest daughter never truly knowing her mother.

That night, Harry barely slept, his mind was rattled by the rum and the voices were so loud, and yet, he could still here one… “I love you”

[this-hattan-newsie]

She gives Harriet Hook vibes. You know, the one with mommy sorry. I can say Anthony definitely has a taste

[descendantofthesparrow]

Too much - Harry Hook hurt/comfort oneshot

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He was tired, fuck he was so tired. Auradon was just-so damn-exhausting. From the mornings packed with lessons, the afternoons with tutoring sessions, and after that-his homework-and then-and then! He still had to do his electives! It was just-all so much in so little time, he had been given barely any time to adjust. He hardly had time to sleep anymore, regularly staying up till four am just to -attempt- to figure out his mathematics homework, of which he still had several weeks backed up because he just-couldn't get this one problem solved.

And no one was listening to him, not one of his teachers would accept his ‘excuse’ of just-he couldn't fucking read or see what they were writing down, the numbers always switched around and turned to gibberish, he was always seated either in the middle or front of the class, but even then-he couldn't read the fucking board; it was just all so-fuzzy.

It was just-all too much. And one day, it just all bubbled over, he had been standing at the front of class, head down with his eyes clenched shut, his jaw locked as red sparked at the edge of his vision. The teacher had ‘caught’ Harry cheating, which he wasn’t! He was just trying to see the board! He had been using his phone's camera to get a better look and the teacher, Mr.Deley, had caught him in the act and accused him of cheating.

Evie had tried to defend him, but the fuck had only brought up her mirror, shutting the princess up in shame. She had only done it once, and it was back when she didn’t plan on staying at Auradon prep. But Evie had lost her fire, staring down at her shaking hands as Mr.Deley shook his finger in Harry's face, not realizing the effect of his actions on the vks; especially Harry.

Harry was near full-body shaking, his hands clenching tightly to his shirt hem. Even Chad noticed, he furrowed his brows and started to stand, but before he could speak; Mr.Deley, unfortunately, hit the last nail in the coffin “I should speak to Fairy godmother about expelling you, you have been nothing but trouble” he hissed and he stepped back as Harry looked up, the ocean blue was gone-only consumed by glowing blood red, tears threatening to fall. “fuckin’ do it then” Harry snarled, his lip curling over his teeth like a frightened animal. “it’ll be bette’r fer all of us if am nae’ ‘ere” Harry left his stuff behind as he stormed out of the classroom, the door cracking as Harry slammed it.

The classroom was silent for a moment, all staring at where Harry had been. then they all turned to glare at Mr.Deley, who grumbled and crossed his arms “Good riddance” he muttered, turning back to his class; about to start teaching again but Chad stood, grabbed his stuff and Harry’s stuff, and walked out; Evie and Doug following close behind, then one after the other, each student left the room, all saying nothing to Mr.Deley.

“Excuse me!” Mr.Deley seethed, he had not been expecting anyone to stand with Harry, especially of all people; Chad. “Come back here, I did not dismiss you!”

“Fuck you!” Evie yelled back, grinning as Chad and Doug burst into laughter “Yeah fuck you!” Chad yelled as he turned on his heels, flipping off his ex-favorite teacher and turning again, handing Harry’s bag to Evie “I’m going to talk to FG, I know I fucked up a long time ago; and I’m sorry, but this has gone on for too long.” Evie nodded with a smile, taking Harry’s bag from Chad and watching him as he ran off towards FG’s office, then she turned to Doug “Come on, we should find Harry before something happens” Doug looked mildly concerned before he let Evie tug him along, Evie pulling out her phone to text the vk group chat.

(Blueberryprincess – Code blood: Mr.Deley went too far, Harry took off.) Almost immediately Uma texted back; (QueenSeagoddess – shit, any idea where he went?) (Blueberryprincess – didn’t have the chance, he ran out of class and cracked the door when he did) (QueenSeagoddess – oh shit he’s mad mad, find him quickly, we don’t want a bloodbath on our hands)

The rest of the vks sent quick confirmations and Mal informed Ben of the situation, calling off their date to look for Harry. Nearly everyone searched for hours, the younger vks getting involved in the search as they called out for the missing pirate “Harry!” Carlos called out, one of Harry’s rings in his hand for Dude to track as he and Gil looked for Harry “Harry!” Gil yelled, cupping his mouth with his hands, his voice echoing across the forest near the school.

Dude pawed Carlos’ leg, shaking his head when Carlos looked down at him “Nothing here?” Carlos said, sounding distressed, looking back up at the setting sun “But it’s almost dusk, we’ve been looking for hours; and not one trace of him?” Carlos cursed, ruffling his hair as Gil jogged up to him, face morphed into concern. “if he’s not anywhere in the forest, or at the school, or the dorms, where could he be? Uma said he’s not at the shores either.” Gil muttered, crossing his arms as Carlos dragged his hand down his face.

“I dunno Gil” Carlos mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek as he took another look around at the darkening forest. “I really don’t know” “Harry!” Mal yelled out, using her magic to amplify her voice, spinning around once, then twice “Harry!” she waited for a moment, hoping to hear something; anything that gave her a sign of Harry. Nothing. She cursed, she and Ben had reached the edge of the school grounds, and there wasn’t anything to tell them of where Harry went; even the tracking spell Mal had used.

“Mal!” Ben called out, his hand over his head as droplets of rain started to fall, Mal ignoring them to call out for Harry again “Come on, we have to go in, at least just to get proper gear on!” Mal bounced on her heels, turning back to Ben with furrowed brows “We can’t just-“ she stopped at Ben’s look “fine-fine. Let’s go get raincoats n shit” Mal muttered, speed walking past Ben to head back to the dorm building.

By the time everyone returned, it was pouring too hard to go back out, something Uma detested “It’s like they hate me or something” she snarled, speaking about the gods. “my best friend is fucking missing, and they decide ‘oop~ time for a storm~! he’s gonna get sick if he’s outside!” As Uma ranted, no one noticed Fairy Godmother walking outside, an umbrella in one hand and a thick raincoat in the other, purposefully walking off the school grounds and towards the museum of cultural history.

Shame bubbled in Harry’s chest and gut, his head aching with stress and exhaustion; he hadn’t meant to lose control like that. He hadn’t in his last four months here in Auradon; hell he hadn’t even when Pan’s kid actually threatened him. He could still feel the boiling rage behind his eyes, red at the edges of his vision; a curse that made everything so much harder than it had to be.

Harry let out a low sob, unable to breathe through his nose, his face buried in his soaked jacket. He hadn’t moved even after the rain started to fall, or when it fell harder. He didn’t know how he ended up at the museum but he did, sitting at the steps; unable to move after he had nearly sprinted the entire way here. he was just glad no one had decided to bug him, he just…wanted to be alone right now.

Harry sniffed again, snot blocking his nostrils before he realized the rain had stopped, he looked up, seeing Fairy godmother standing above him; her face morphed into concern and her eyes bleeding with sadness “Mr. Hook?” she asked softly, setting the raincoat on Harry’s shoulders “Are you okay? I heard about what happened with Mr.Deley.”

Harry just stared at her, then his face crumpled, tears mixing with the rain on his face as he sobbed, his breath catching in his throat as he curled into himself. “oh darling” FG cooed, charming the umbrella to float over the two of them as she sat down next to Harry, not caring if she got soaked and rested her hand on her knee; not knowing if Harry was comfortable with her hugging him. “it’ll be okay. We all have setbacks, even me. Things happen and we aren’t always able to control how we react to things, it’s what makes you human.”

Harry couldn’t look at her, he hadn’t just lost control of his emotions, he had lost control of his curse, the same curse that tried to drive him to…fuck-kill- people. “I don’ belong ‘ere” Harry croaked out, lifting his head up to take a deep shaky breath “I don’ fukin’ belong ‘ere”

FG frowned, moving her hand to Harry’s back, rubbing it in a hopefully comforting way “Of course you do Harry, everyone does. I may have been a little, iffy, about Ben’s proclamation at first, but I’ve seen time and time again; you all belong here, nothing can change that, not even an outburst controlled by something else.” Harry clenched his jaw, shaking his head, hands reaching up to grip his hair. “fuck-i-I can’t even fucking count FG! Ah hae thee weeks ay homework backed up, Ah cannae see th' feckin' board frae fife feit awa', aam failin' near aw mah classes, nae oan is listenin' tae me! Ah just-i can’t- Fuck.” Harry sobbed, not caring how he looked or sounded like right now.

FG stared at Harry in near shock, she had no idea Harry was facing all this mess, and…what was this about no one listening to him? “Harry?” FG started gently, testing the waters with Harry’s boundaries by resting her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly “what do you mean, no one’s listening to you?” Harry sniffed, wiping his nose with his wrist “i-um…me teachers, n’ tutors, non of em are listen’ ta me. Call me stupid fer not understandin’ their stuff, I try ta tell them I just-can’t read what the' write down but….just call me illiterate n shit like tha’” Harry croaked, watching as FG’s face turned red with anger “I’m-I’m sorry”

FG shook her head, pulling Harry into a strong hug, his face in the crook of her arm as she rubbed his back “you have nothing to be sorry for Harry, you have some learning disabilities and that’s okay, that’s common in so many students. Do not blame yourself for their bias’. I will be dealing with them don’t you worry, and I will be looking into better teachers for you. You are worth all the trouble you are and deserve every bit of effort anyone puts into you” Harry crumbled into FG’s arms, sobbing his heart out. For the first time, an adult had truly validated him, his emotions, his struggles.

FG held him for a solid 10 minutes, rubbing her hand on his back as her other hand caressed his head “it’ll be okay Harry, I’ll help you; as is my duty to children like you” Harry sniffed, leaning back as FG gently pushed him up, taking a tissue from her pocket and pressing it against his nose “blow” he did so, sniffing as she pulled the tissue away and spelled it out of existence. “Now, come along; your friends are worried sick about you.” FG took his hand, grabbing the umbrella with the other and holding it over Harry as they walked the two and a half miles back to the dorm building.

As soon as they stepped into the warm castle-turned dorm building, Harry was hounded by his friends, Uma and Gil at the front as Harry was enveloped in a group hug “Where were you!?” Uma cried out, practically gluing herself into Harry’s side as Gil wrapped his arms around them both “We were so worried! Don’t you ever do that again!” Harry sniffed and nodded, tears once again in his eyes as the rest of the vks joined the hug, all of them doing their best to hug Harry.

“you do that again I will hang you from the flag pole” Mal hissed out, the stress in her chest finally releasing as she gripped Harry’s shoulder, unable to properly hug him due to Evie and the twins being in the way. FG smiled, knowing Harry was in good hands as Mal and Uma spelled Harry dry and Gil basically picked him up and walked him back towards their dorm. “Time to get to work” she muttered, rolling up her sleeves and turning on her heel, making her way to her office and thinking about the conversation she had with Harry.

‘Ah cannae see th' feckin' board frae fife feit awa’ Harry had said he couldn’t see the class board even just five feet away, and she wondered if he meant; he couldn’t see because his vision was bad? She had a feeling that’s what it was because she knew Harry could read, he actually read the most out of a lot of her students, he nearly matched Belle with how much he was in the library.

She had a lot of work to do; and she would start with Mr.Deley.

-

Harry pouted as he sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office, a small paper held between his fingers, Evie sitting next to him since Uma was busy “Harry Hook?” the receptionist called out, and Evie stood, taking Harry with her “Doctor Emilie will see you now, room four” Evie thanked her and dragged Harry into the aforementioned room, sitting down in the spare chair as Harry plopped down in the main chair in the room, still pouting as Evie texted Uma an update about Harry’s appointment.

“Hello,~!” a very kind-looking doctor stepped into the room, their hair shaved and bright pink, looking at Harry with soft brown eyes “I’m doctor Emilie and I’ll be your Optometrist today~!” they walked over to Harry and held out their hand, and Harry took it grumpily “Okay, so we’re just going to be figuring out your prescription today, so it’ll just be a few easy tests, one of which will be blowing air into each eye, it’ll be a lil’ scary but quick” Harry slowly nodded, following Emilie as they moved Harry over to another chair that sat in front of a large machine “let’s get started!”

Yep-he knew he would hate it, he flinched back as Emilie blew quick bursts of air into his eyes, using the palm of his hand to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling “I’m sorry Harry, but you have to do it again, didn’t get a good reading.” Harry grumbled but placed his chin back on the rest, successfully keeping his eyes open for the puffs of air this time “Awesome, thank you. Now come along” Harry continued to follow Emilie through the room, pouting at Evie as she gave him a thumbs up.

After the tests were done, and Harry looked through what seemed to be hundreds of mini lenses, Emilie found his prescription “okay Harry, seems to be you have some pretty intense nearsightedness, negative four-point twenty-five in your right eye and negative four-point fifty in your left eye.” They smiled at him and closed the folder containing Harry’s new eye information “So, today you can pick out your frames and we’ll get your glasses made within the week~!”

Harry slowly nodded, glancing between Emilie and a large canister full of lollipops. Emilie smiled and took the canister, holding it in front of Harry “go for it kiddo” Harry felt no shame taking the blue lollipop, eagerly sticking the sweet treat in his mouth and following his new doctor and Evie out of the room to the frame/lens room, glancing around at what was near to pick out his frames “I’ll leave you to it! We’ll call you when your frames are ready” Emilie smiled at Harry and turned, handing his folder to the receptionist in the frame/lens room. “goodbye~”

Evie waved Emilie goodbye and grabbed Harry’s arm, forcing him to do the same. Harry grumbled, crossing his arms as Evie dragged him through the room, picking out frames and sliding them onto Harry’s face “no, no, no not that one, too tacky, won't go with anything you wear, wrong shade, hmmm” Evie finally grabbed a pair of thin round frames, sliding them onto Harry’s face with a grin “yes! Okay, let's get you at least two, so you can have a fashion pair and a ‘normal’ pair” Harry grumbled, taking the round frames from his face and examining them, tilting his head up as Evie clicked her tongue to get his attention, sliding a pair of black square frames on to his face “yes~ this’ll work too, let’s get you both, cus I don’t see anything else I like” Evie muttered, taking the frames from Harry and walking over to the receptionist, placing the order for both frames to get Harry’s prescription in them.

“yeh don’ hav’ta buy em fer me” Harry said, feeling shy as Evie paid for his 2nd set of frames, his insurance would only cover his exam and first pair. Evie just gave him a look that said ‘try and stop me’ and Harry sighed, crossing his arms “All righty then” Evie then smiled, happy she won the mini-battle against Harry’s stubborn ass, and thanked the receptionist “your glasses will be ready within the week, we’ll give you a call when they are” the receptionist said with a smile, waving the two vks off as Evie thanked her again and pulled Harry out of the office and back to her car.

Only two days later, Evie was taking Harry back to the office to get his new glasses, giggling as she took many pictures of the very pouty Harry wearing the round frames she had chosen for him. “ye find this amusin’ eh?” Harry said with a small sneer, rolling his eyes as Evie just continued to laugh. “very much so, also CJ says; ahahahahah” Evie teased, having sent the pictures to the group chat and his sisters. Harry rolled his eyes again and stood, still pouting as he made his way back to Evie’s car “Uma says; grumpy baby” Harry felt his cheeks flush and he sunk against her car, restlessly pulling at the door. “just-lemme in” Harry whined, bonking his head against the roof.

Evie continued to giggle and unlocked her car, stopping by her favorite smoothie shop to get a treat for her and Harry, sticking her tongue out at Mal as they got back to the dorm building “where’s mine?!” Mal whined as Evie and Harry walked into the ‘living’ room; which the vks had made their lil meeting spot, fake pouting as Evie bapped her head with the smoothie cup. “if you wanted something you should’ve come with~” Evie sang, giggling as Harry fell into the couch “grumpy” Mal teased, laughing as Gil jumped over the couch to bug Harry, trying to lift Harry’s face so he could see the glasses.

“come on dude, that can’t be comfortable” Gil chided, smiling as Harry lifted his head up just so “fuck off” Harry said in a muffled voice, Gil was right, lying face down wasn’t comfortable, but no one was going to see him with the glasses. In fact; he was going to burn them later.

“if ye burn those I will take yeh back and get ye the ugliest pair I can find” Harriet, his older sister, suddenly hissed in his ear and he shot straight up, pouting at her as Gil cheered, happy to see Harry in his new glasses “lookin’ good” Harriet chuckled, ruffling Harry’s hair and sitting down in the love seat next to him. “Evie picked well.”

Harry just grumbled, moving to slide next to her like a child on the large love seat, resting his face in the crook of her shoulder as CJ came bounding in, pointing at Harry’s face and laughing “hahaha!” she laughed loudly and unashamed, only teasing him “you look like a dweeb”

“a nerd, a hot nerd, but a nerd” Uma supplied as she walked in after CJ, ruffling Harry’s hair as he tried to kick CJ away from his comfy spot on their sister, but CJ persisted and Harriet was thus squished into the couch by her heavy little brother and her boney little sister “yeh two are wee devils” Harriet snarled, unable to keep the smile off her face as her siblings repeated her words and only snuggled further into her.

“yeh think i’m hot?” Harry said with a waggle of his brows, it wasn’t a secret he fancied Uma, especially to Uma; but she was still coming to terms with the fact she liked him back so she just rolled her eyes and flipped him off “fuck off you dweeb” Uma chuckled as Harry made an offending noise, his hand pressed to his chest.

“How dare ye? I though’ I could trust ye” Harry said dramatically, his head falling back into Harriet’s neck as she shifted to get comfortable, her arms around CJ’s back and Harry’s waist. Soon the rest of the vks and their Auradon friends walked in, completing the weird little family they had created.

“looking good dude” Doug complimented, having been the one to convince Harry it wasn’t weak to get glasses “good choice Eve” Evie giggled, accepting the kiss on the cheek as she pulled out Harry’s 2nd pair “ooh I like those”

Harry just grumbled “oh everybody likes tha’ glasses eh? Wha’ bout me? I look like a fuckin’ loser.” Harriet just flicked his cheek “ow!” “like ‘ell I would let ye walk ‘round blind” Harriet muttered, pinching Harry’s cheek with a smirk as CJ cackled “no wonder ye’ ‘ave been fumbling ‘round since ye were a toddler, ye couldn't see more than a foot in front of ye” Harry puffed his cheeks, giving Harriet less skin to tug on.

“fuck off” Harry whined, taking off his new glasses and setting them aside, watching as a very blurry Jay took them and put them on, almost immediately pulling them away from his face “holy shit my dude,” Jay said with a wheeze “how the fuck have you survived?” Harry just flipped him off, watching as Mal took his glasses next, blinking rapidly behind the lens “yeah-same-how the fuck?” Mal laughed, taking off the glasses and handed them back to Jay, who put them back on the side table Harry had originally placed them on.

“good news!” Jane sang as she skipped into the room “Mr.Deley, along with any teachers or tutors who have been giving Harry or any other academically challenged students trouble, has been fired, black listed, and their licenses revoked~ classes are actually canceled for the next week while mom finds new ones!” Jane tossed her hands up, a signal for the teens to cheer; to which they did, Ben holding up his root beer as Harry smiled softly; for once, his voice had been heard, and FG had listened and taken action. It felt…nice.

Maybe Auradon wouldn’t be so bad after all.

…

But yeah fuck the glasses

-end-

i fucking love this im so happy with it ahhh~

extra; pouty harry with his new glasses, everyone say thank you Evie for taking pictures XD

@hanas-headcanons​ @sephiralorange​ @harriyanna​ 

[kanzakurawrites]

What do you think would happen if Harriet, Harry, or CJ met Wendy Darling?

Ooo, I honestly don't really know. I don't think Wendy would really judge them for their father, and I don't really think they'd be upset meeting her or anything. Captain Hook is probably a lot more vengeful towards Pan than Wendy, even after the movie events.

With that said, I haven't watched Disney's Peter Pan in a very long time, so its hard to separate that Wendy from the different versions of her I've read.

[shellyseashell]

Who do you think is the mother(s) of Harriet, Harry, and CJ

zarina from the pirate fairy! i like to think they all have the same mom, but i love seeing headcanons where they’re half siblings. also, they all give pixie energy.

[camscendants]

That one tiktok audio

[dragoneyes618]

Four headcanons thing for CJ Hook?

Realistic

CJ and Uma ran into each other while they were both on the run in Auradon. They banded together; since CJ wasn't as notorious as Uma, she could go shoplift supplies or whatever while Uma practiced her magic. CJ spent the entire time teasing Uma about Harry. Which was not a manifestation of how much she missed her brother. Nope. Not at all.

2. Hilarious

I don't know if this counts as hilarious, but I'm basing this off of "CJ apparently regularly swings into places on ropes." CJ is very, very good at acrobatics. She's unusually flexible, and she spent her childhood climbing up the rigging and mast of a pirate ship. She can walk across a near-empty room without touching the floor once.

Of course, she uses this ability of hers to her own benefit. Not anyone else's. Climbing up walls, hanging from a crack in the ceiling by her fingernails....there's a reason no one in Auradon Prep was able to find and catch her. She vanished out of an apparently empty room because no one thought to check the air vent that was 20 feet up.

She would also do the same back on the Isle, to freak out her siblings and/or running away from people who were mad at her. Usually both.

3. Heart-crushing

I even have two heart-crushing ones!

The first one (I vaguely remember mentioning this somewhere. Did I already post about this? Oh well) is that CJ has a scar running down her shoulder and side. Long and twisted, the exact thickness of Captain Hook's hook. None of the Hooks ever mention it, so nobody else does either, because they don't want a Hook mad at them.

The second one is that CJ is terrified of losing her siblings. She has frequent, violent nightmares in which Harriet and Harry are gone. Maybe the ship is empty, the Isle is empty, everyone is gone except CJ. Maybe everyone is still there, the Isle is as full as it's always been, except for the two faces she's looking for. Maybe everyone is dead, with only CJ left among the carnage, the only one there when she sees her brother's and sister's faces. She's dreamed each of these, and many more.

Being alone in Auradon, without her siblings to rely on, to fall back on, to go to when she needed help, affected her worse than you would think.

4. Unrealistic

CJ had a pet baby crocodile once. She named it after Harriet.

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[dizzydizney]

Harry: CJ is acting crazy Harriet: Crazy for a normal person or crazy for CJ?

[humaforever]

Harry Hook, The Middle Brother

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Hook Siblings Bonding Time

Might or might not involve murder. They are not sure.

Enjoy?

Also, a gold star for anyone who guesses what happens next.

They stalk through the Isle, all three of them at once. Three crimson red figures, the colour of spilled blood that’s just starting to dry, three matching wide smirks. Three sets of weapons on the ready.

It is no surprise the prisoners of the Isle of the Lost leap out of the way of the fearsome Hook siblings.

CJ smirks wider yet at the thought, showing off her sharp teeth in the always-dying light.

It is not often they get together like this, you see, all three of them, not too often at all: But ever so often, they do. Just to terrorise the Isle a bit, remind them they should be rightfully scared of the Hook name; or to get some loot together, shit that’s better to get in the haul: Decent clothes, makeup – new eyeliner is always needed. Alcohol. Her older siblings are running low, CJ knows, and Ettie in particular is starting to get quite snappy. And though CJ can’t understand this hobby of theirs, really, she is still more than happy to go with them.

She enjoys the attention, you see.

She slashes her sabre into the crowd that doesn’t move away fast enough in her opinion; Harriet cackles and sends the street rats running. „Any targets tugging at your hearts?“ she asks carelessly and tosses her hair about. CJ repeats the gesture.

„I say we go for Gothel’s,“ says Harry, „They’ve got good stuff.“

„Oh yeah let’s! We can get some make up!“ CJ agrees enthusiastically. They do have make up, that’s true, and some jewels too: Ettie got them for Ginny. And everyone knows it’s more fun to steal when it will piss off your older siblings.

CJ personally, she wants to find out how mad she can make them before they actually carry out any of their threats.

„We are not going to Gothel’s,“ Harriet slashes her blade through the air to show her distaste, „Pick a different target, or I’m picking.“

„Why not Gothel’s, sister dear?“

„Is it because your witch would refuse to speak with you if you looted her mother?“ CJ inquires and quickly dodges Harriet’s sabre.

„It is not,“ she says unconvincingly, „I’m simply not in the mood to walk that far.“ She turns her nose up.

„That’s all it is, soror cara, I am sure,“ Harry drawls, „Nothing to do with the fact that you can‘t stand her silent treatment.“

„Look who is speaking, brother dear,“ she snarls back.

CJ stabs a street rat that doesn’t have the decency to pretend they are not listening to her siblings’ extremely entertaining love lives.

„Yes, yes, you are both in love, we know,“ she throws her hands up and almost stabs Harry, who remains entirely unfazed, „Let’s go somewhere now, I wanna do something!“

„Fine.“

„Fine.“

Her siblings send last venomous glares at one another and the alley is almost empty now.

CJ stomps her feet. „Now!“

Harriet just cackles, but when Harry says „Yzma’s right there, how ’bout that, starfish?“ she gestures for them to go on, and yes! Yzma always has cool stuff! Potions and fun new ways to blow shit up, all that’s important, basically. Plus, it’s not like Zevon would protest, and his sister is always hanging around Hell Hall or something.

They walk to the door and CJ looks at her older siblings expectantly.

„Your turn, Callie,“ Harriet cackles, „Gotta practice, little one.“

„Hey! I’m not little!“ she protests to the ongoing amusement of her siblings, „And I could pick a lock in my sleep!“

„Could you though?“ drawls Harry, stiffing up his laughter for a moment, „You’re always hanging off of that Shadow Witch…“ He doesn’t even finish his sentence before CJ looks away, hiding her burning cheeks. Freddie’s simply better at this, which doesn’t mean CJ isn’t utterly exceptional herself.

„Practice makes perfect, corculum,“ Harriet prods her, and CJ fishes some hairpins out of her hair.

Just as she says, they are inside in no time; she slams the door behind them hard enough for the glass to shake. Harry sneers at it and drives the tip of his hook into it. CJ pauses for a breath as they watch it shatter.

Pretty.

Very pretty, sharp and shiny.

„Hey!“ Harriet reminds them impatiently, „We came here for something?!“

Yeah, they did. Right? Probably.

Ettie seems to remember it, and Harry too, so CJ leaves them to look for the not-shiny stuff they seem to want, and wanders around the shop a bit.

She has never understood what even Yzma is selling – and she might have spaced out the tiniest bit when Zevon tried to explain it to her. About three to fifteen times.

She blows away some cobwebs from a mildly interesting amulet. Looks like it has some dried blood inside, huh. Seems like something Freddie would appreciate, thus, CJ slips it into her pockets.

Right. Alcohol. Her sibling wanted alcohol. Yzma could have that, CJ would say: Colourful bottles of substances lay all around. Some are weirdly shaped and some are sealed.

CJ uses her nail to lift off the etiquette out of the nearest flask: „Oh, look!“ she announces, „I think this potion transforms people into fleas on rats!“

„Obviously,“ drawls Harry, „How else could you bash them to death with your hammer after you used the postal service to mail them to yourself?“

„Yzma didn’t do that, did she?“ Harriet pauses mid motion, trying to remember which crazy plan Yzma went with, and, yeah, CJ doesn’t care. She goes round the shop, looking at the pictures that are Yzma’s sorting system, and picking the most colourful flasks to let the light shine through them. She opens one, the flask full of particularly shiny opalesque liquid. She immediately recoils at the smell.

„Ew!“ she calls out, „Harry, go check this out!“

„What is it, starfish?“ he asks, not particularly interested in abandoning the cash register right now. Well, too bad.

„Come look!“

He sighs overdramatically and pushes everything off the counter and CJ has to shake her head to stop looking at the falling and breaking glass and trinkets.

„Look what I found.“ She pushes the flask basically under his nose and in turn, he pushes her hand away.

„Hmm.“

Harriet mutters something under her breath and CJ doesn’t really bother to listen. Ettie can deal with it.

„I bet you wouldn’t drink that,“ CJ says, shaking the flask in the air.

„Me?“ Harry eyes the vile-smelling liquid warily, „What about me, starfish, you wouldn’t drink it!“

„So would!“

„Prove it!“

„None of you are drinking Yzma’s potions, evil knows what that shit does!“ snaps Harriet as she comes over. She tears the flask out of CJ’s hands. „Fuck, that’s vile.“

CJ has just been saying that!

She takes the potion back and accuses: „You’re just saying that cos you wouldn’t drink it! You’re a coward!“

„No, no. The annoying small thing has a point.“ For that, CJ drives her heel into her brother’s foot. Here.

„Ow! Calista Jane!“

„Quiet, both of you!“ Harriet barks out, dealing a quick slap to the tops of their heads, „You are insufferable.“

„And you, sister, are a killjoy.“

„And a coward,“ adds CJ with a pout.

„Oh give it here,“ Harriet snatches the flask again, „No one calls me a coward.“ She taps over her pockets with her other hand, searching for something. „Besides, they ain’t much I wouldn’t drink by this point.“

CJ refuses to think about this sentence too much.

„Mood.“

And this one too.

Finally, Harriet finds what she was searching for: Metal shot glasses fished from her inner pocket. „Anthony insists on those,“ she says, „So, I drink, we all drink. Deal?“

„Deal,“ CJ grins as she says this in unison with her older brother.

„Great.“ Harriet sticks the shots into their hands and fills it with the opalescent potion and CJ manages not to cough at the smell. She makes a face, though.

„No take backs, now,“ Harry reminds her, making a sour face too.

„Exactly,“ agrees Harriet, „Now, on the count of three: One– Two– Three!“

CJ shots the potion back together with her siblings.

[bucket-barnes]

Memories: Calista Jane Hook

(It seems my inspiration always strikes during my classes- enjoy the completion to the memories trio I thought up during my finals)

CJ would be the first to admit that she didn’t really remember her mother, though she looked the most like her, she was the only one of her siblings to get their mother’s blonde hair and most facial features, but there’s one thing her siblings have that she doesn’t…the memories

CJ doesn’t remember how old she was when her mother died, just that she was young, her memories of that time are spotty. She remembered Harry sitting by their mother’s bedside and bringing her small little trinkets and talking to her, she remembered Harriet taking them to Ursula’s fish and chips and her yelling at the men who made fun of their father. There was really only one memory CJ had of her mother dying that was truly her’s, sometimes, her father would lift her up and sit her on her mother’s bed so CJ could cuddle with her, she’d always put her little head on her mother’s chest where she could hear the fluttering of her heart while her father ran his hand through her mother’s hair…she remembers liking those days. The day her mother passed, CJ was being held by Harriet who kept whispering to her that everything was gonna be ok while holding back her own tears…why was she crying? Why was their father crying? Why was Harry hugging him?

CJ was seven when she became her father’s shadow, or…at least whenever Harriet would let her know if their father was feeling good enough to be above deck. CJ was aware of her father’s alcoholism, she knew it made him angry, and when he was angry she had to stay in her room with Harry while Harriet dealt with him. CJ liked her dad on the days he didn’t drink, he’d sit above deck with her and tell her stories of all the adventures he went on, sometimes he’d teach her how to sail, though only while the Jolly Roger was anchored, her favorite days were when they’d go into town and her dad would take her to watch Gaston’s “duels without rules” something he didn’t do with her siblings, only her…it felt special

CJ was thirteen when she snuck into Auradon, she was honestly surprised they hadn’t found her yet, she was hiding in Freddie’s dorm room. She missed her siblings, she wondered about them a lot…not like she could do anything else. She’d think about Harriet, was she worried about her? Was she getting along with their dad alright? How was Harry? Were the voices getting too much? Was he even still alive!? When CJ found herself starting to spiral, she’d pull out the one thing she had from her mother, a little photo of her as baby in her mother’s arms. She’d run her finger over the photo and study it…she really did look like her

CJ never joined her father for a drink, she had rum once with Harry and she thought it was gross, so she just sat with her dad on the deck of the Jolly Roger and listen as he drunkenly rambled about everything in life that had done him wrong. It was a chill spring night, and CJ was sitting with her father, he had been a couple drinks in and had begun to cry, crying about his pain, the pain of losing his wife, the pain of his eldest daughter having to grow up too fast, the pain of his son hearing and seeing things that weren’t there…and the pain of his youngest daughter never truly knowing her mother. CJ didn’t want to see her father cry, so she scooted closer to him and put her head on his shoulder, he eventually wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, she let her head fall onto his chest…she could hear his heartbeat, it reminded her of when she was little, with her mother, only his wasn’t a gentle flutter, but a low, sorrowful drum, echoing with a lifetime of loss

CJ fell asleep in her father’s arms that night, she may not have known her mother…but she got to know her father, maybe not who he wanted to be, but who he became.

[leapdayowo]

Trying my hand again at some digital art once again cuz I really wanted to draw Gem with her season 10 aesthetic :) I’m really excited to do some watercolor pieces of her base too!

Here’s a version with no fish: