Aesthetic!!!!

Let my hands crack

let them become the victims of my own creativity.

It will all be worth it for my masterpiece,

let the color stain my skin

and

let the sacrifice of mummy Brown

be equal

She is a bland brunette

with a soul so benign as a blank piece of paper,

however do not pity her

for she relishes in this muted life.

The meek often do.

It makes life simpler and sometimes even more fulfilling

me, who got no time for this passive aggressive bullshit:

Request- Can you do a harryx reader. Were uma has harry haze the reader for her gang. Initiation. Thanks

Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like it @study-owl-22

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Disclaimer-I don’t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators of Disney Descendants.

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Summary- Uma and Harry haze you to be in their crew. *warning* there is one slightly steamy part, you have been warned!

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You kept following those four words, repeating in your head, as you watched the waves rock you back and forth as you balanced yourself on the edge of the plank.

The thought of what could be down there petrified you, no worse nightmare could compare. This was, after all, the ocean of the Isle, who knew what was infesting those waters. But you had to do it. It was part of the initiation.

Behind you, you could hear the hollers and laughs of the crew, waiting for you to jump into the blue depths of the Isle sea. Uma stood at base of the flimsy piece of wood that resisted gravity from taking its course, though the sea witch’s daughter wasn’t making the task any easier. As the seconds turned to minutes, Uma became impatient with you.

“What’s the hold up, Y/N?” She called, “don’t you want to be a part of my crew?” You could hear the smirk in her voice as she taunted you further. You began to pant, unable to steady your breaths. The thought of joining Uma’s crew made your heart race with delight, but the idea of facing your worse fear made that delightful feeling seem impossible to achieve.

You were only in this position because of one thing. Well, only one person.

Everyday, as you hide in the shadows of the Isle, you saw him, causing all the trouble and mischief he wanted. And how he caused such fear to make even the strongest of villains tremble at the smallest thought of him. He made you absolutely mad! But who could blame you?

Harry Hook, second in command and oh so cruel, sat on a barrel in the middle of the deck, easy to miss in the midst of the crew, but hard to lose once your eyes locked onto him.

With a serious grin, he polished his sliver hook with an filthy rag. One leg was propped up on a second barrel, by the pad of his foot, while the other hung loosely. The long red material of his coat hugged his toned arms and waist, resting nicely between his muscular legs and the wooden barrel he sat upon. His hat sat low on his brow, covering those blue diamond eyes you lived to gaze upon when you had the chance. Only his sharp jaw and chiseled facial features were seen, the shadow of his hat blocking the natural glow of his tanned skin.

“Y/N!” You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, eyes jerking from Harry to Uma’s angered face. “If you don’t jump off this plank right now, I will push you off it myself.” Then she smirked at a thought. “Better yet, I’ll have Harry hook you by the collar and dangle you off it.” The pirate lifted his head at the sound of his name, looking towards your shivering frame.

His blue eyes met your E/C ones, and you couldn’t help but ease up a little at the white smile he shone your way.

“Any day now, Y/N,” Uma sighed.

You looked at Harry once more before, silently pleading him to help. But he did nothing. With a sigh, you slowly turned to the edge again, and took one final deep breath before you braced yourself.

You jumped.

You felt the cold air circle around you for a brief moment, chilling the flesh of your arms and neck, until it stopped.

You waited for the cold impact of the water but it never came. Instead, you felt the weight of gravity pulling you down, but loosing to the mysterious force holding you up by your collar.

As you turned to look, your eyes meet his, and you froze for a moment. He smiled slightly but returned back to his usual scowl at the sound of his captain.

“Nice work, Hook. For a moment I thought you have to dive in after her.”

“You underestimate me, captain,” he answered. He extended his hand, which you grabbed in return as he hoisted you back on board. He removed his hook and returned to his captain’s side, who was smiling her evil smile.

She chuckled to herself, and shooed the rest of the crew. “Everyone back to work, let’s show our new member how we do things around here.” She patted your shoulder, noticing that you were still shaking. She only smiled and sweetly said, “that was only round one, you still have more to come.”

She instructed you to change your attire, and handed you some clothes. Harry commanded to lead you to the chambers, which he did without hesitation.

To call this place a “chamber” was not a well deserved name. It was nothing but a small room, crowed by beds of wood and rope ties. You swept your eyes around the place, examining the small bed frames and dusty sheets. I guess this will do, you thought.

You went to strip your clothes but you were hauled by the sound of a cough. Then you remembered he was still here.

Again you slowly turned to him, his arms crossed across his front as he leaned against the door frame. His hat still hung low on his brow, making his eyes seem deadly, filled with some unrecognizable glint, which you chose to ignore it for now, just incase. His hook circled his right bicep, clinging to the red leather of his sleeve. He looked dazed, yet completely aware at the same time.

“Uh…t-thank you,” you squeaked, shaking slightly, “for not letting me fall.”

“Yeah,” he said. But that was all. He didn’t move, nor did he even try to. He just stared. You then noticed that you shirt felt a little loose, and you remembered the tear from his hook. You blushed slightly at his cheeky grin, and turned to put your clothes on one of the beds.

“Um…c-could I have some…uh” you tried to gesture for him to leave, but he only smiled.

“No go ahead, ye won’t even know I’m here.”

You looked at him oddly. Was this part of your initiation? Was this a test? It has to be, you thought.

You just turned away from him, and undressed yourself. Lifting the shirt you went to scurry for your the other one, when you felt a warm prescience behind against your back. You paused, and your breath went ragged at the feel of his hot breath fanning against you.

This is a test, this is totally a test.

You kept your composure, refusing to turn around. “Could you please give me some privacy?” You were more stern this time.

“But what if I don’t want to?” You heard him smile through his words, lightly caressing your bare arms with his fingertips. They traveled further down, down your wrists, your palms, and then slowly back up. You knew that if he kept this up, it would lead to something extremely bad. You had to stop it.

Just as he went for your waist, you grabbed his wrist, with his hook shining promptly in the dim light through the ceiling cracks.

“I don’t think Uma will think this behavior is appropriate.”

He halted instantly, almost shocked at your words. Then he smiled and stepped away. “Very well,” he grinned and left with a small click of the door.

You fell instantly on the bed, all energy you once has leaving you once it had the chance. You huffed for air, gripping the sheets with all your might at the thought of what just happened. How in the Isle did you manage to do that! You thought you couldn’t breathe, panting for something to fill your lungs with, until you heard the small murmurs of voices behind you.

“Well?” You heard through the door.

“She wouldn’t.” Another voice said. “She held her ground.”

You peeked through the small crack of the door, hoping to see what was being discussed.

“Interesting,” you saw Uma say. “I’m impressed, normally they break within the first few minutes.” You saw Harry chuckle at the comment, rubbing his wrist that you had grabbed earlier.

“Tight grip too,” he laughed. “She was very persistent.”

“I’m glad, we need persistent.” Uma turned her heel and marched up the stairs. The She turned to her second in command, “Keep up the act though, we need to see how long she’ll last.”

“As you wish,” Harry beamed, tipping his hat slightly towards his master. Once she left his gaze turned to the closed door, and you jumped back to put on your clothes. You heard footsteps walk closer but never open the door. Only the small mumble of the most sinful phrase was heard.

“Let’s see how long you can withstand me.”

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Hey guys! Merry (late) Christmas! Hope you all had a great time! Sorry that this took forever but I wanted to make this extra good since I loved this prompt idea! Anyway thank you all again and I hoped you liked it. Hopefully my next post will be soon! Expect more soon!

Y/N walks down the corridor her heels clicking on the marble floor. Her old brown cloak covering the beautiful dress she was wearing. Y/N was ever so grateful for her friend to lend it to her. She had to make a good impression, for she was the servant hand picked by the former queen. To be the honorary servant of the ball. For it was tradition to have one ever scene the celebration after the curse was lifted. Y/N came to a huge pair of double doors the two men who stood guard opened the. They were pushed open and walked to the top of the staircase. As she mad her way down someone was caught by surprise.

Just at that moment Ben glanced up to see Y/N. He had never seen her so beautiful before. For all the times he has been waited on by her he had never truly noticed her. However tonight changed everything. Ben excused himself from the small talk and made a b-line to her. But Y/N did not notice. For she was too memorized by the beautiful decorations. Y/N remembers setting them all up this afternoon. Nevertheless seesing it all come together at the ball was pure bliss.

Today was the championship in Tourney. It was the Auradon Kights aginst the Neverland Faries. It was a game the whole school was out for. To finally beat their long time rivels. Both croweds cheered with all their might. Jane who finally made it onto the cheer squad was showing off her moves. The teams were neck and neack. Everyone on their feet to see what wpuld happen next. Jay had the ball.

However he was dead smack in the Danger Zone. He flung it high into the air. Chad caught it with ease. Every one erupted, cheering him on. As he made his way. He made it, the buzzer went off and Auradon had won. The team ran the feild and held him high up. But at that moment he only wanted to be with you. Y/N. She ran onto the feild the boys let him down and both of you kissed.

It was midnight, curl up & dye had just opened. You and Uma were looking forward to a girls night out for a long time. Both of you just wanted to put up your tired feet and gossip. While Drizella did their hair and Dizzy cleaned the place up. Both of you made your entrance and every other customers quickly scattered away. “ Eh, if I am gonna work on yeah you might as well pay me,” she scold them. “ Listen, were paying by protecting this shack, now give us the works,” Uma demanded. Dizzy was just about done preparing the stations for her mom as soon as they came over. As you and Uma took your seats she scampered off.

Drizella reached far up and pushed the on button to the TV. Their was only one channle on the ilse. Auradon News One. It barely made it through the barrier. Always haveing static, going in and out. However around here it was know as Propaganda One, less of a place of entertainment and more of one of mindless brainwashing. Sometimes the younger kids like Dizzy would fall hopelessly in love with the depictions of brave, good, royals. That they would take up their mannerisms and start to even unknowingly act like them. A grown up example of this would be Evie.

Sowrds were swining and people we howling. Here on the isle people thived on choas as if it was air. Y/N was not the finest swahs buckaner around but she could hold her own. Even aginst the infamous Harry Hook himself. Y/N could not explaine it but the adrenaline had finally kicked in and she wanted to cut every traitors head clean off. Her hart went a mile a minute and eyes darted around in a blood thirsty serch for her next victim. Y/N forgot all about her suroundings because of this a haze started to cloud her mind. She only paid attention to her pray.

A slash cut deep into her back. Y/N screamed in pain. Blood dripped down her back staining her thin white pirate shirt. It clung to her body as she spinned around to see the perpetrator. It was Jay. Your eyes narrowed and the pain fuled your hated. With every move pain surged throught your body, with every swing blood gushed out more and more. But their was no time for such trivial matters for right now you had to vanquish him. Jay heard Mal call to him with a wink and a sly grin he left, leaving Y/N to collapse on the dock.