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#𝐄𝐕𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄    is  a  canon  divergent  +  heavily  headcanon  influenced  portrayal  of  HARRY  HOOK  from  the  DISNEY’s  DESCENDANTS  franchise.  portrayal  will  include  mature  +  trigger  heavy  content  which  includes  but  are  not  limited  to:    self-harm,  anxiety,  violence,  foul-language,  death,  body harm  as  well  as  imagery  of  drowning,  the  ocean  and  other  similar  subjects.                                    do  not  interact  if  you’re  under  18.     —  ›  {  cj,  26  }  ;  PSD ©

she  knew  the  pirate  well  enough  to  know  that  he  meant  the  title  as  an  insult,  not  a  pet  name,  but  she  refused  to  let  him  get  under  her  skin  that  easily.  “i  am  a  princess,  thank  you.”  the  saccharine  smile  she  flashed  him  faded  when  he  followed  up  with  another  insult : pathetic.  tongue  peaked  out  to  wet  ruby  red  lips  and  pinned  him  with  an  evil  queen  princess  stare.  “i  should  have  brought  you  an  APPLE  instead  ( … )  ”do  you  want  it  or  not?”  she  asked,  velvet  bag  ( that  happened  to  be  the  perfect  size  to  carry  his  prized  possession )  dangling  from  a  perfectly  manicured  finger.

❝    'n  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 ?!    ❞    he  asks,  feigned  surprised  as  brows  quirk  in  a  wide-eyed  expression,    ❝    tha’  would’a  been  lovely  with  all  that  trash  of  leftovers  we’been  served  ‘ere  ❞        but  of  course  she  knows,  she  was  raised  here  too    [  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽’𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝚁𝙾𝙾𝚃𝚂  𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈,  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄,  𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴?  ]     expression  softens  as  he  meets  her  stare  with  a  glare,  perhaps  even  a  hint  of  a  grin  peaks  through  from  the  curve  of  his  lips  as  his  eyes  falls  to  the  velvet.      ❝    why  yer  even  askin’?    ❞      you  know  he’s  just  going  to  take  it  anyway      [  𝙸𝙵  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚆𝙰𝙽’𝚃  𝙸𝚃,  𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴  𝙸𝚃  ]        he  got  quick  fingers  after  all    ;      a  pirate’s  life  doing  him  well  on  those  parts,  and  it  takes  little  to  at  least  somewhat  snatch  it  from  her  hands,  maybe  not  completely,  before  he  starts  weighting  it  in  his  own,  studying  it  closer.

@evltide​​​ said :   ‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’   | (  the haunting of hill house / accepting !!  )

        𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 flattery got you nowhere. Jacqueline had to laugh that. It was so far from the truth when it came to the Isle. Flattery got you everywhere here. Children on the Isle were so broken and lonely they’d fight for scraps of affection from anyone who deigned to pay them any mind and it’d be a lie to say that Jacqueline didn’t count herself among those willing to accept superficial compliments for a brief respite from the sinking pit of loneliness bubbling in her gut. All she had to do was say a few charming words, bolster someone’s ego, and the world was her oyster. She didn’t expect any less from the likes of Harry Hook and he didn’t disappoint, his voice carrying over the room in a croon.

        Jacqueline had been leaving the Chip Shoppe, but Harry’s words stopped her before she’d made it halfway across the room. She turned back and approached the counter, slinking cat-like and purposeful. A few people looked up as she passed. Jacqueline rested her elbows on the counter and regarded Harry. That crooked smile could have charmed anyone who was more foolish. But Jacqueline was no fool and he would not fluster her so easily.

        Her own smile was coy and cunning as she leaned toward him. ❝  Mmm. Trying to flatter me, are you? What do you want, Hook? And more importantly, what’s going to be in it for me?  ❞

              he’s  perfectly  content  with  whatever  it  is  he  keeps  himself  entertained  with  within  the  perimeter  of  the  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄    ;    a  laughter  at  a  joke    [  𝙾𝚁  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙸𝚃  𝙰  𝚂𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙺𝚈  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺  ]    erupting  once  in  a  while  as  the  sound  of  another  pair  of  dice  are  being  tossed.  𝒈𝒐  𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅  𝒐𝒓  𝒈𝒐  𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆,  and  Harry  knew  just  exactly  how  to  twist  the  game  for  his  favor.  before  you’d  have  the  chance  to  say  otherwise,  he’d  be  snatching  those  few  pieces  of  eight  as  his  reward.  but  don’t  be  a  fool  to  think  he  doesn’t  know  what’s  going  on  around  him,  and  the  moment  his  eyes  catches  the  notion  of  @spheirrow​  about  to  leave,  he  got  up  from  his  seat  ;         ❝   ‘nd  where  𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦  d’e  think  y’er  going?      ❞