#captain uma

group bonding activity this week is kidnapping the king and threatening regicide for the sake of the common good.

bring ropes and your best outfits, makeup is obligatory.

we ride with the tide!

Worst regards,

Captain Uma.

OK listen, I just really like the idea of having consequences to your magic. And turning your bottom half into a giant octopus for an extended period of time probably isn’t the best for your spine/legs.

Maybe at some point she could even get a wheelchair from Auradon, for especially bad days!

“But then who could ever compare, of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare.”

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“Shall we dance, shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye?” Ben sang, staring with utter love at Uma shimmering in his eyes “Or perchance, when the last little star has left the sky, shall we be together with our arms around each other, and shall you be my new romance?”  

He wanted to keep going, keep rotating her in his arms, but the chaperone, a disgruntled Cogsworth interrupted. From his starry-eyed gaze, the unhappy cough was just intrusive. Ben looked back to Uma, as Cogsworth jittered off in french from the corner. 

Harry was sitting on the seashell throne when Uma got in the bedroom, all sweaty and tired. Her thighs showing up great in that black and blue skirt – holded by two amazing belts. She had recovered well from the wounds, so she was already on a little sword training of her own in the shore. That always bugged Harry that she preferred training alone, even if it’s just a preference. He actually always got annoyed when she had to go to any place, do whatever, without him.

— How’s ye training, captain? — asked Harry, randomly, from the throne where he was.

Uma looked at him, sitting in there, far from the bed and near the closed window. That was a common question, but she is a sensitive girl, and easily noticed his possession feeling on her, something near a super protective father. His glares were inquiring an immediate answer. Uma laughed at his seriousness.

— Good — simply replied her, while throwing her two swords and her hat in the bed. She moved towards him. Harry remained sitting, his face still with no sign of a grin. — I know what you thinking, dear, but I can take care of myself. You can chill.

— Excuse-me, my captain, but you almost died going to Auradon alone.

— Oh, that? — She laughed again, unnerving him. — That was pretty much fun.

— This statement of yours only made things worse for my mind, which lead me to think that you were more than just tortured…

That was it. She slapped him hard in the face at the end of that outrageous and unfortunate comment.

— How dare you! — The three words, followed by another tentative of slapping him. Harry was fast. He held her wrist and stood up to be face to face with her. — You know me Harry, more than you know yourself. I would never do that.

After a moment of freezing gaze in her furious black eyes, he kissed her hard, still holding her wrist. Uma slowly relaxed all the muscles of her body; the will to kill him in that moment had vanished. The hand Harry had on her wrist, downed to her thigh. Audaciously, she put her foot on the throne right behind him, making that thigh of hers embrace half of his hip. He smiled crazily at that.