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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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The pirate and the witch (part three)

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Word count: 3082

Pairing: Harry Hook x daughter of narcissi!reader

Summary: Y/N, an orphan vk who was taken to auradon at a young age, returns to her old home by request of the crown prince. However, things tend to go south at the Isle of the Lost.

Warning: Mild cursing, parental abuse

A:/N: Here's part three! Sorry it took me so long to write this, I’ve been running some college-related errands. Anyway… remember you just need to ask if you wanna be tagged and comments are always welcome. Alsooo, I wrote this on my phone so it may have a few typos and other mistakes.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DISNEY DESCENDANTS CHARACTERS NOR THE SANDERSON SISTERS. All credit goes to the creators, writers, and producers. Same with the HP charms, credit goes to J.K Rowling.

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— Did you really have to hit her with the bat?

— What would’ve you done, dipshit?

Two kidnappings in two days, that must really be a record. However, just FYI, the second one was kind of on purpose.

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On my way to the hideout, the night replays inside my head as I glance around.

Even if I did cast a quiet protection charm on myself, I'm only shielded from weapons or magical harm; because I haven’t managed the appropriate technique yet. ‘Right, right, left and down the alley’ I repeat the route to my place like a mantra, terrified by the thought of getting lost in the middle of the night.

Already approaching my destination, I have come to notice that I’m being chased by the same two bandits I saw both at the market and back at the Lost Revenge. Carlos and Jay were trying to sneak up on me , but were betrayed by a subtle movement in the shadows present in the corner of my vision.

What they’re trying to do is predictable, to be honest; either they want to get to the pirates by kidnapping me (which would be useless) or they want information, to be sure I pose no threat.

Having this in mind, I wouldn’t be able to approach them in half-friendly circumstances. So, out of intuition, I let them get me. What’s the worst that could happen.

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— Would you guys shut it already? — hisses Mal, — she’s waking up.

I try to speak but no sound comes out, that’s when I become aware of the burning sensation in my throat. Similarly, I try to move, but groan when I encounter ropes that are tightly fixed around my wrists and ankles.

My first instinct is to try and use magic, but I remind myself of what I’m here for. Ben’s words invade my mind, “figure out which of them are worse, and report.”

Carlos notices my confused gaze skipping through what seems to be a ….. shop, so he explains, — Look, it’s nothing against you or anything, just against the pirates.

— You don’t have to explain things to her, you dickhead— Jay rolls his eyes and smacks the younger boy on the back of his head.

— Wrong person, bud, I’m not important to them.

It’s not hard to see, you know, — Evie fidgets with her necklace, — They don’t invite random nobodies to their parties, so you must be someone.

—I just saved myself yesterday and Hook happened to be lucky.

— Yeah right, — The fay’s eyes roll to the back of her head. — Look, this doesn’t have to be as painful as I’d like it to, but it’s up to you: either you comply and we get over with it, or you don’t and we stay here as long as needed.

—Okay, don’t believe me if you don’t want to, just saying.

Minutes go by and the four friends seem to be slowly losing their patience. I keep rambling and circling their way questions so, following Mal’s orders, they cover my mouth and continue with their own bickering.

—We can’t just throw her to the hyenas, she wouldn’t be useful! — Carlos paces across the room, with his hands gesticulating wildly.

— Well, she says that she’s not important to them, so what use would she have anyway? — sighs Mal, seemingly more interested on the crisped polish on her nails.

Carlos is about to reply, but Jay cuts him off before a word is emitted. — Guys, whatever we do, it has to be now, dad will come back soon. We need to leave.

—Shit. Okay, let’s put her inside the storage closet.

Okay, maybe this was a pretty dumb idea.

…..

Time becomes blurry as I fall in and out of sleep inside the closet of the empty store, they must’ve given me sleeping herbs. The only thing I hear is the steady rhythm of my own breathing, until two pairs of feet storm through the front doors.

One of the voices, I recognize it to be Jay’s; but the other one seems to be of someone older and louder, Jafar.

— You had one thing to do, you filthy, insignificant riff raff. — The rage that’s laced to the villain’s words makes a chill run down my spine. — You’d be of better use rotting in the sewer where you came from, can’t even steal candy from a two year old.

I gulp when the sound of wood hitting skin bounces all the way from the entrance to my current spot.

— Not so intimidating now, street rat?— he avows. — Aren’t you gonna defend yourself?

With my eyes shut and my fists tightened, I visualize the ropes getting looser. They give up, so I mutter “alohomora” in order to open the door.

As I contemplate the scene, a gasp escapes my lips.

The boy is on the floor, curled in a fetal position; trying to avoid major strikes of the wooden cane that has no mercy on him. The coldness in his father’s stare and the cruelty and force of every hit emit a dark energy that floods my senses, making my blood boil.

I charge toward the former visir, pushing him aside. Jafar falls, shattering one of the shelves. He is immediately buried in a pile of stolen antiques and other goods.

Jay’s eyes project an almost unperceivable light of hope when he meets my eye, yet he doesn’t move. I place myself between him and his father while Jafar is still recovering his stance.

When he’s about to hit again, I hesitantly mutter, — Petrificus totalus, — as I look away from him and shield myself with my left hand.

To my surprise, Jafar’s legs tremble before failing him and, disturbingly still, he falls down face first. Considering that the situation is now safer, Carlos decides to walk inside the shop, confessing that he saw everything and apologizing for not doing anything.

He proceeds to help Jay stand up, and quietly thanks me, but the thief still doesn’t look at me. His breath is uneven, and his legs are shaking slightly.

— So, you have magic, — states Carlos, as Jay finds himself quizzically looking at me with his bloodshot eyes.

—Yup.

An awkward silence takes over the room and all of us seem to be completely taken aback by the adrenaline of the situation fading away.

— Thank you, — Jay takes off his beanie and fixes his sweaty hair into a messy bun.

— What was that about?

I feel like I’m intruding, but if I don’t ask about their situations, my ‘let’s get kidnapped’ stunt would be to no avail.

He sighs, debating whether telling me or not, but settles with shrugging, — he’s just angry.—

I cannot help but let my face contour into a horrified and pained expression, to which Carlos responds with inquiring, — I mean, it happens often around here, haven’t you been hit by your parents?

I shake my head, — My mom died years ago.

— Lucky you, — Jay voices. He’s now evidently weakened, with more than evident bruises and paler skin; not to mention that he’s still shaking slightly.

— Are all your parents really that bad?

It is Carlos who responds, — Well, you already saw Jay’s. — He shrugs, — Evie’s mother is just plain crazy, Mal’s is the most feared villain of the isle; and, as for me, my mom just treats me like a servant or something. It’s not that bad, really, at least I don’t have to deal with any dogs.

— Are you afraid of dogs?— I quirk a brow at him, but my question is ignored by the two guys.

— What the hell do you mean with ‘not that bad’, Carlos?, — Jay looks at Carlos when he asks the rhetorical question, then he faces me. — She gives him fucking ridiculous chores, and would totally get rid of him in exchange of more furs! I mean, touch up her roots, fluff up her fur, and scrape the bunions from her feet; what the hell does bunion even mean? — Even in his weakened state, Jay jumps to his friend’s defense in the moment he saw that Carlos wasn’t standing up for himself.

The younger boy cringes, but manages to let out a chuckle, — you don’t wanna know, trust me.

— We should probably get out of here, the effects of my curse will wear off soon.

— Speaking of, how come you can practice magic here, — questions Jay.

As we walk outside the shop, I try to come up with something but, without knowing, Carlos comes to my rescue.

— Remember the hole I made? Some magic manages to sneak in, you just need to be strong enough to channel it.

Mental note, there’s a freaking hole in the Isle’s dome. That would explain the Sanderson’s magic, but how come Maleficent or Ursula remain powerless?

The conversation seems to be dying down, which would take me to a complete failure, so I press on the topic.

— So it was you! — i gasp. — how did you even do it?

His eyes shine with passion as he explains with impressive detail the way I which he used a broken laptop, an engine, and some wire to weaken the magic dome just enough to create a personal backdoor to the Auradon network.

— That’s really awesome, Carlos.

He seems taken aback, — not really, it wasn’t that hard.

Jay glares at him, silently scolding him for not recognizing his talent.

So, Carlos settles on claiming, — I mean, it is pretty cool.

We continue walking down a street which I don’t recognize, with the deemed (and damaged) streetlights being the only source of light.

The sound of my combat boots kicking a can brings the boys’ attention to me, — So, you didn’t answer my question: what’s up with you and dogs?

Carlos seems defensive when he answers; his shoulders tense up and he struggles to utter the words. — I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with them. They’re horrible, man-eating creatures.

I wonder where he got that from.

— Or, at least, that’s according to my mother. — Carlos checks his watch and immediately tenses up (even more). — Shit! Sorry guys, I have to go, mom’s sculpture collection , er, I, I have to be done by ten, and I haven’t even started!

…

After we said goodbye to Carlos, Jay and I went back to the shop, just to check if Jafar was still there. The thief refused to face his father after their previous encounter, so I went in, made him forget my little stunt, and went back out. In a comfortable silence, we abandon the shop once again, and this time I figure we are heading toward the center of the isle, where the vks’ hideout is located.

— So, how’d you manage to escape the wicked, soul-eating witches? — Jay walks in long strides, which means I almost have to double my normal pace in order to keep up with him. If I remember correctly, we’re almost four blocks away from our final destination.

— You followed me all throughout yesterday?

He shrugs, — Mal’s orders.

— Don’t the Isle’s most powerful have better things to do? Candy to steal, kittens to kick… I mean, the usual. — We both chuckle, — but, just in case, I mean no harm, really.

He scratches the back of his neck and turns right, the building is right in front of us.

— How do I know this isn’t a trap? — I cross my arms and quirk a brow.

— Seriously? You just defeated one of the most feared villains here and freed yourself from us. Even if I wanted to, you’d probably kick my ass with your hocus Pocus shit. — when making the last statement, his eyes widen and his gesticulations become more dramatic.

— Fine, — I roll my eyes, then smirk. — And, you know? Thanks for admitting I’d totally kick your ass. It’s nice to agree on something.

We go up the stairs and arrive at what seems to be their version of a dorm. There are four decent beds and the walls are covered in graffiti of their faces and signature colors. They also have a few bags of what seems to be food, and a phone that, I assume, only connects them with nearby places.

— So, if this isn’t a trap, why are we here? — I didn’t ask him anything on our way here, but my curiosity is beginning to get the best of me.

— I just needed to make sure we didn’t have eyes or ears on us.

I cross my arms to prevent myself from fidgeting, — okay, now you’re beginning to scare me.

He lets out a breath and throws himself on a bag of clothes that serves the purpose of a puff.

— I’m not stupid, — he states. — You’re not from the isle, now spill.

Shit, now this is bad.

— What d’ you mean? —

— Magic, manners, compliments, and, on top, spontaneously helping your kidnappers? — Jay shrugs. — Not from around here.

— Of course I am, — much to my distress, my voice comes out higher than normal. — I just don’t leave home very often.

— As I said, — his hands fly behind his head, — I’m not that dumb.

— Okay, so, even if what you’re saying is true, why would I admit it? — I quirk a brow and lift my chin up, trying to keep my cool.

—You wouldn’t have to. Your nose gave you away.

— What do you mean ‘my nose’?

— It wrinkles when you lie. Both when you said Carlos was the one who gave you magic and just now.

— No, it doesn't — again, my words are emitted in a high pitched voice.

I glare at the thief, who seems to find me amusing.

— Also, your voice gets higher, — he scoffs, giving me a closed lip smile.

Now that he knows, everything we’ve gotten for Ben’s plan is on the line. I only see one suitable way of protecting our project, trusting Jay or, as Chad would put it, ‘making a deal with a fucking villain’.

— Fine, I do come from outside the Isle. — I raise my hands in defeat. — Just, please, don’t tell anyone.

— What��s in it for me?

— Consider us even. I just saved you, after all; despite the fact that you and your friends fucking kidnapped me. — I keep my eyes on his; according to my dad, that’s a diplomatic way of pressuring your counterpart.

— Fine,— he crosses his arms. — But I get to hear the whole explanation.

I sigh, — not here.

…

I lay on my bed, playing on the tablet I brought with me, while Jay devours a sandwich that was supposed to be my dinner. The sunlight that reaches the Isle has already began to coat the room through the window, making me aware of the fact that my time here is about to end; I’m leaving this evening.

— Okay, I already told you my story, time for you to tell me yours.

— what do you wanna know, — his words come out between bites of food.

I scratch my chin, pretending to think; but I know where to begin.

— How did the trouble with Uma’s crew first begin?

He stops eating and looks directly at me; then he sighs, taking his time to begin.

— Long story short, there has always been a power struggle around here. When it comes to us villains, there's no 'fair' or - I don't know- ‘morally correct’ way to gain power—.

— So you just fight for it, — I deduce.

— Yeah, and not just for the power, y'know, for the validation that comes with it. Anyway, stopping the deep shit, Uma's crew has always been in our way and, there has always been something going on between her and Mal; things just tend to get fucked up when they face each other. — Speaking and munching on the remaining bits of food, he makes the sandwich disappear in the blink of an eye.

The riot between Mal and Uma is crucial for me to keep in mind for Ben's plan to work. It would be a recipe for disaster to have both Uma and Mal come to Auradon, and the same would happen with their respective circles.

The only sound left is the quiet humming of my virtual Trophy game. So, out of curiosity, Jay stands up from his spot on the desk and takes a look at the content on my screen. Then, quirking a brow, he begins to ask about it.

—It's like a computer, but without a keyboard. — I try to explain, but his confused expression doesn't even begin to fade.

I sigh, looking for the right way to clarify things. — It's an electronic device for storing and processing information, you can use it to see pictures, play games or access the internet.

— It's like the one Carlos used to hack the dome, — he inquires. — but that one is way smaller, and why doesn't it have the buttons with the letters on them.

— Exactly, — I smile at him. — A computer, but with no keyboard; well, the letters appear on the screen when I need to type.

— And what are you doing with it?

— Playing tourney, it’s a sport.

— Like dueling, right?

— A bit less violent, but yes. — To be fair, I thought the vk would be less intrigued about Auradon and other aspects of our life there, but the explanation about tourney leads to a conversation that would have lasted the whole day if only a certain rock hadn’t hit the small window beside my desk.

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glittercandies · 5 years

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Hook and Pan

Harry Hook x Reader

(Y/N) Pan is the daughter of the boy that wanted to never grow up, Peter Pan. In the end, despite all of his efforts to remain a kid forever he ended up being a father. But the idea of such a big responsibility scared him so he left (Y/N) after she was born. But the young (H/C) haired girl visited Neverland in her dreams. Her father would tell her stories about the fairies, mermaids that lived in Neverland and about the gruesome pirate that was his enemy, Captain Hook.

Now, (Y/N) was no longer a little girl. Pan grew up (ironically) and made friends at Auradon.

When four villain kids came to the school she didn't heistate to meet and befriend them. After all she saw them as people she could share her shenanigans with. (Y/N) tried to show her prankster, childish, adventurous self to others but telling Audrey her plans of pranking some students got her suspended for a few days. The VKs laughed at (Y/N)s crazy ideas and suggestions and got along with her swimmingly.

While (Y/N) got along with Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay, she didn't join in their trips to the Isle. Unfortunately, while it did seem like a fun adventure she decided to watch from afar to see how it was going to turn out.

Now, she wasn't shy or scared. (Y/N) knew how to put up a fight and how to run away in dangerous places full of obstacles. She didn't fear anyone on the island but she didn't find it necessary to join them. It wasn't her problem and she saw it as something they had to settle themselves.

After the barrier has been broken down, any villain kid that wanted it had a chance to a normal life at Auradon. A ton of VKs wanted that so Ben organized them in 4 person groups. Each group had assigned an Auradon Kid to show them around. (Y/N) being an enthusiastic girl was selected to be one of the guides.

'I wonder who I got~' she thought waiting for the limo door to open. Ben told her he choose them specially for her.

First, a beautiful girl with blue hair that she recognized as Uma, came out. (Y/N) didn't do any research, not needed since all Auradon kids knew who she was at this point. She was surprised Uma wasn't assigned to Mal seeing as the two were friends.

After Uma, the son of Gaston followed. Gil wasn't as known but since (Y/N) has spent time with Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos she heard all about how they teamed up with Uma and her squad. Gil looked enthusiastic, even if he'd already been here.

The last persons to get out were the infamous Harry Hook, a quite gorgeous guy with the most piratey attire you've seen, and seemingly his sister CJ, since the two looked alike, who he was bickering with. These were the kids of her fathers enemy but the moment she saw them, a big grin made its way on her face. (Y/N)s mind was full of ideas warying from befriending them to making their lives miserable through pranks to just being aquantiences with them.

"Welcome to Auradon! The name's (Y/N) Pan and I will be your guide. No need for introductions since I figured out who y'all are~" (Y/N) announced with a smirk and shook their hands.

Uma raised an eyebrow but shook her hand, Gil smiled and said his "Nice to meet you!!", CJ shook her hand with heistation and Harry. . . Harry just returned the smirk.

"So ye know who my father is las?" He asked.

"Yep, and you know who mine is" (Y/N) flashed a grin. "Now onto the tour-"

The tour itself was supposed to be filled with information about the history of the castle but (Y/N) decided to just show them around while making sarcastic remarks and stupid puns that seemed entertaining enough. She got giggles, laughs and smiles from the four. Harry being himself shamelessly flirted to get an embarrassed or flustered reaction out of (Y/N) but what he got back was (Y/N) aCtually playing along and sometimes even responding with her own dumb pick up line, making other crack up at Hooks pink face (he didn't really expect her playin along--)

"Alright, if y'all have got any more questions, feel free to ask me" (Y/N) said at the end.

A couple of sures and nods. While everyone left to their dorms, she felt her arm getting grabbed. Next thing she knew, she was pinned to a wall by Harry.

"hEy calm your thirsty ass and ask me on a date first. I know you want me but I'm not THAT iresistibble" (Y/N) jocked while winking.

And there she goes again, making him a flustered mess. He quickly composed himself

"Pfft yer quite somethin. Can we hang out some time?" Harry asked with a smirk. While he just met her and she was supposedly his enemy he just felt the urge to befriend her.

"Sure thing fishy"

*two months later*

"So you flirt with everyone just to intimidate them? Ugh man I was so hopeful I could be able to see some boy on boy action. Seeing the way you act around Ben I could've sworn you were gay-" (Y/N) rambled, trying to tease/annoy her best friend and crush.

"I ain't gay, give it up lassie" Harry responded looking straight into (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes. "I am pansexual though" he smirked.

"*exaggerated gasp* i knEW YOu were into me!!" (Y/N) smirked.

"I'm not denyin' that" Harry responded jockingly.

For the first time, (Y/N) was seen with a blush that she quickly dismissed and blamed on the sun.

"(Y/N) wer' in a dorm room" Harry said with an amused tone.

"Wait hol' up I meant the heat, not the sun-"

"It's autumn lassie"

"Yeah but it's still warm"

"Whateva' lost girl, I'll let ya have this one. Thou' you look adorable when you're blushin'"

While all of the flirting between them was always jockingly, Harry couldn't help but feel as if there was something more than that. (Y/N) complimented him, helped him when he felt down, stayed with him late at night making dumb jokes and puns,

They shared secrets and used each other as support when things got bad, and yes, friends do that.

But friends don't get lost into each others eyes, don't hold each others hands when they're alone, friends don't hug for whole minutes and friends don't constantly flirt with each other, even if it's jockingly.

Harrys train of thoughts was interrupted by something soft against his lips. He felt his whole face get warmer . . .

Because his was face being covered by a pillow.

"Dude you ok? You kinda spaced out-" (Y/N) began saying.

"I'm fine, don' worry love"

Love. That nickname. Even though (Y/N) didn't show it, it made her feel very flustered but she kept that under her joker facade. The names Harry called her, the way he treated her. . Maybe he saw her as more than a friend too.

Part 2 gunna come out soon

#descendants #harry hook #x reader #harry hook x reader #imagine #fanfiction #descendants 3 #thomas doherty #dove cameron #sofia carson #booboo stewart #evie queen #Mal #uma #pirate

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dxscxndxnts · 5 years

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SIS have you read the summary for what Escape from the Isle of the Lost is about? Because I have some feelings! I won't say anything in here however in case you haven't. If you do wanna see the summary its on the JustJaredJr website.

Hi Anon! I have read the summary, but I haven’t, ya know, READ the Summary. However, I say now would be a good a time as any to go through it line by line :)

Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos may have once been the baddest of the bad, but their wicked ways are (mostly) behind them—and now graduation is almost here! But before the seniors can don their custom-designed caps and gowns, courtesy of Evie, they’ve got an epic plan to put into action.

I’m gonna start this by saying my Grammarly check told me ‘baddest’ is not a word…what the fuck Disney.

Onto the good stuff: Yay, these adult-lookin’ teens are finally gonna graduate! That means we can say safely that most of them are 18 by D3, which is probably gonna be about graduation. And of course, the custom caps and gowns are gonna be colorful and fun if they’re designed by Evie.

There are tons of villain kids on the Isle of the Lost who are eager for their chance to come to Auradon Prep – even Celia, Dr. Facilier’s trickster daughter, wants in on the deal! – and Mal’s crew is using their upcoming visit to the Isle to help make it happen. But Auradon’s biggest threat is still at large…

YAY! MORE VILLAIN KIDS TO BRING OVER! And I am SO here from Celia’s first impression being ‘trickster.’ I’m here to protect her at all costs!

The Core Four are making an UPCOMING visit to the Isle–possibly also build up for the visit to be in D3, especially with those promo clips we saw of them on the Isle.

Now for the biggest threat…*sigh*…I know who it’s gonna be, and I dunno why I hate it so much. Like yeah, she is the ONLY threat to Auradon at the moment, so it is the BIGGEST, but if they tryna make her the Big Bad in D3 imma throw hands bc she is JUSTIFIED!

Trapped on the other side of the barrier, Uma is more desperate than ever to get her long-awaited revenge against Mal. When she discovers an underground lair belonging to Hades, god of the underworld, Uma realizes she’s found the perfect partner in crime. Together, they can defeat Mal, bring down the barrier, and escape the Isle for good.

I may just be a biased Uma Stan that thinks she is less of a villain, more of an antagonist, but I just hate how they say here that she’s ‘desperate’ and that her revenge is just against Mal? Am I the only one who feels like her main grudge is against all of Auradon and her thing against Mal is additional? I wanna know what you guys think about that because I just don’t like the way that line reads.

Okay, I’ve read the “Trapped on the other side of the barrier” line like five times now and I still don’t know which side she is ACTUALLY TRAPPED ON! If she made it back onto the Isle, how? I’d like to know! But she could be trapped outside of the barrier, and honestly, that’s the only way she could still be a BIG threat to Auradon. By trapped, it’d be like being stuck between a rock (the barrier) and a hard place (Auradon out for her arrest). Uma could find an underground lair underwater because she’s Ursula daughter, so that’d be dope. How Hades has an Underground layer outside of the Isle, well, he’s a fucking god. I wouldn’t doubt it.

Uma and Hades Team Up can be good or bad. On one hand, I would love to see them reference Hades as Uma’s uncle. I know that the whole ‘Ursula and Triton are Poseidon’s kids’ thing is never fully acknowledged in The Little Mermaid Movie, but it isn’t refuted either, and since it’s canon in the musical and was in the original movie notes, I think it’d be cool.

However, I’m worried about a) Uma being corrupted into a mindset that it’s “One for all and all for me.” or be) Uma getting emotionally manipulated.

If Uma’s stuck alone with Hades for too long, hearing his ramblings of betrayal and how living alone is better and blah blah, Captain “My crew is the only real family I have” Uma might doubt her own beliefs. This is all kinda speculative, but we can all agree that Uma is a very crew-oriented person. She doesn’t like being the loner, but Hades’ ramblings of power in solitude might change her for the worse, and I ain’t tryna read a book where Uma frightfully questions her relationships with her crew like Gil and *ahem* HARRY!

On the other hand, Uma might go along with what Hades is doing for the common goal and because she’s at a low point (in which case, desperate is an appropriate word). Hades, however, is using his familial ties to a sea witch on the outside of the barrier for his own personal gain. This way, when Uma demands her split of the deal (probably freedom for the Isle), Hades, who really only wanted to free himself and dominate the world, is like “lmao u thought i was serious? silly niece, honesty is for heroes” in which case I will cry because I am SICK of people betraying Uma.

Also, Uma’s perfect partner-in-crime has and always will be Harry.

Mal and Uma have a score to settle, and they’ll come face to face in an explosive underwater battle that could determine the fates of Auradon and the Isle of the Lost once and for all.

If this is supposed to mean that dumb Under The Sea thing, that was a friggin dream. Also, if Uma and Mal are fighting in this book (not in a dream), we all know Mal is gonna either win or retreat since she’s the main character. If you’re tryna tell me that Mal would beat Uma underwater, Imma have some serious bones to pick.

Best case scenario: They fight and argue while they are fighting, and Mal is like “why do u hate me so much omg leave auradon alone if u just hate me” and Uma legit is just done with her and is all “Bish I’m fighting for the vks u abandoned, u just happen to be in my way (high key I also hate u)” and that just makes Mal question everything and then they both retreat after a dangerous stalemate, and that’ll build the foundation for their alliance in D3.

That’s all for my analysis of the Summary! Lemme know what you guys think, if you agree or disagree, or anything you wanna say about the upcoming book!

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #disney descendants #The Isle of the Lost #return to the isle of the lost #rise of the isle of the lost #escape from the isle of the lost

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