#gane

As far as he knew, fencing usually had full body armor, not a peek of skin to be shown, so why did fencing parkour have hoodies with no sleeves and pants that were loose enough to hike above his knees? “Auradon’s fuckin’ weird,” Harry grumbled, grabbing his fencing gloves and helmet, collecting his sword at the amphitheater entrance, and putting his gloves on; nodding as Fergus came over and greeted him with a grin and a hand on his shoulder.

“Ye ready? There's only a spot open sae ye gotta gie it yer best, or at least; better than lae ay them,” Fergus gestured to the other guys who were trying out for the open spot on the team, there were about 7 total, including Harry. According to the rule book Harry had been given by FG, there were eight main players plus their captain; nine members overall. And currently, the team was down a man thanks to one of their players moving away.

“Aye, that should be easy,” Harry chuckled, spying Gil, Jane, Jay, and Carlos on the 2nd floor. Gil and Jane waving enthusiastically, he grinned back and turned back to Fergus “Who do I need ta impress?”

Fergus pointed across the room, and Harry noticed the captain standing on one of the parkour blocks, wearing a black and yellow uniform instead of blue and yellow, a clipboard in hand with their sword balancing on their leg. Harry’s jaw dropped-realizing who the captain was. “(y/n)?” Harry gasped, his jaw dropping open. Fergus laughed, hand on his stomach as you looked over your shoulder at Harry, grinning at him. "She’s tha' captain?”

Fergus nodded, adjusting his gloves and grabbing his sword-making sure the protective tip was on. “Aye, she's bin teh keptin fur abit a month an' a half now-beat Chad out ay th' captains position.” Harry nodded, recalling one of the rules that if one challenged the captain and won-with approval from the coach-they would become the new captain.

You blew the whistle around your neck, gaining the attention of your team and the new guys. “Okay! We’ll have two matches. The seven of you will have a match against each other, and the last two standing will be going against the eight of us, if you can last-you’re in. That is-if you impress me, fail to do so, and I’ll simply have to hold another session,” you said sternly, reminding Harry of Uma. He licked his lips, lifting the fencing helmet to sit at the back of his head as you instructed the 7 of them into 2 lines, three on each side and one at the end.

“If your sword gets knocked out of the ring, you’re out! If you are tagged on your torso, aka the vital area, you’re out! If you’re knocked out of the ring, out!” Harry glanced around-seeing a thin but bright yellow oval surrounding the area-once you stepped out-you were out. So it was like normal fencing but-way more complicated and included parkour. “If I see any foul play, out! Remember-while these swords have protective tips-their blades are still very real-play safe and play nice. Ressembler!”

Harry took a moment, but figured that was the command to stand straight, sword and balance hand out straight-since that’s what everyone else did. He took a deep breath, eyes on you. You looked back, smirking at him and he felt a flutter go through his gut; he forced himself to look back at his opponent, giving him a sharp smirk as he stared back-clearly afraid of Harry as he swallowed harshly-averting his eyes. “Salute!” Harry lifted the sword so the blade faced the ceiling-his eyes not leaving his opponent. “lower the point-masks down!”

Harry drew the blade down and shifted his mask in place, his vision barely obscured through the thin mesh. He smirked; he had this in the bag. Since he was a kid-he had been trained in many forms of combat-from fencing to hand to hand. His father wasn’t a captain in the royal armada for nothing after all.

“En garde!” Harry got into position; his hand carefully balanced behind him with his sword in guard position. Everyone held their breath, the onlookers chattering amongst themselves as the 7 competitors stared at each other. “Begin!”

And just like that-everything moved in a flash, Harry quickly and easily parried the swing from the opponent in front of him-and in three quick strikes-he had taken their blade and tossed it aside out of the ring. “Colby-out!” Harry grinned from beneath his helmet, leaning backward from a swing and using his free hand to cartwheel with it, landing on his feet and blocking another swing, and pushing his new opponent back with such strength that they stumbled and fell out of the ring-taking off their helmet to stare at him in frightened awe.

Harry spun on his knees and dodged another blade by rolling under it, flipping up and striking their back-if this had been a real battle-they would’ve been dead. You agreed, calling them out. Now there were only four competitors left-Harry being one of them.

Harry flipped over the blocks as the three others clashed with each other-two smacking right into each other and falling to the ground in their confusion-leaving just Harry and the other competitor by default.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Harry chuckled, removing his helmet and cackling at the two who had smacked their heads hard enough to disorientate themselves-even with their protective gear-and were disqualified from the match.

“….Well that’s that,” you muttered, staring down at the two doofuses who had head bumped themselves out of the match, the two looking sheepish as they joined their fellow disqualified competitors. “all right, take five-get some water, then the final match begins. I want your best foot forward you two.” you guested to Harry and the other guy, both nodding.

Harry froze as the other took off their helmet-revealing the Pan kid that had been in his history class the day before and missing from his class today. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you and Gil tense up-Gil already preparing to jump over the ledge and tackle Harry. “Hook, right?” the Pan kid asked, their vivid green eyes on Harry. Harry swallowed, that familiar itch burrowing into the back of his head. Pan beamed, their eyes lighting up. “Wicked,”

Wait what?

“What?” Harry voiced his thoughts, blinking wildly as Pan held out their hand with a grin. “I-you?” Pan laughed, not unkindly. “What? you thought I was gonna pick on ya? Nah-I ain’t my dad. I’m Tara.” Harry stared at Tara for a long moment, then slowly took their hand, that itch at the back of his head dissipating.

You and Gil relaxed, your shoulders dropping as you let out a sigh of relief. Tara was a bit of a trouble maker but you were glad they could see that messing with Harry wasn’t the brightest idea. Harry licked his lips-taking his hand back as Tara smiled at him. “I expected ye ta be…” Harry paused, wondering how to word his sentence.

Tara’s smile just turned sad. “Like my dad? Yeah, I get that. While your dad def ain’t a good person,” Harry snorted-that was an understatement, “my dad really did set off the whole thing, I mean-he cut off your dad's hand?! Who wouldn’t want revenge?” Harry laughed loudly at that, nodding.

“Aye,” Harry muttered, his eyes drifting to his left wrist-where a long-healed scar sat beneath a tightly wrapped bandage. The two Neverland kids turned at the sound of your whistle, and Tara patted Harry on the shoulder. “Good luck! I have a feeling you’re gettin’ that spot.” Harry nodded back, sliding his helmet back on and taking a spot at the end of the two lines as you directed.

“Same rules as the match before, play nice play safe.” You said loudly, jumping down from the block and grabbing your helmet, taking your place at the end. “Ressembler! Salute! Lower the point, masks down! En garde...Begin!”

Metal rang loudly within the theater-the onlookers gasping as Harry and Tara went toe to toe with the members of the Roar team. Harry was face to face with Chad Charming-the blonde directly going for the vk with powerful and dedicated strikes. But he never landed a hit-Harry had practically been trained in this sport since he was a kid-used to moving about in unpredictable and uneven terrain-using it to his advantage and adapting techniques on the fly.

Harry spun on his heel-his blade whipping around his back and blocking several strikes from Chad, backflipping over a swing from Chad and landing on a block-he flipped off again, catching Chad’s blade mid-air and pushing him back; chuckling as Chad lost his balance and flipped over the block-his sword flying off in another direction.

A whistle blew-coach. “Chad-out!” Harry could feel the seething glare as Chad scrambled to get out of the battle field-watching as Harry whirled around and blocked another blade. Harry recognized this one as Ben, who laughed from behind his helmet and the two went toe to toe for a moment, Harry switched hands at one point as they moved about, and that stumped Ben long enough for Harry to knock his sword out of his hand, strike his chest, and push him out the ring.

“Ben, out! Aziz, out!”

Harry turned again, ducking under the swing of a blade and rolling away, turning and parrying the next blow away and then trapping the blade to the floor, hearing a familiar cackle come from the helmet. Harry blew a kiss and Fergus did it back, laughing as Harry kicked up and away-Fergus able to catch himself before he tumbled over a black and landed on his feet.

Harry was faced with two opponents-both seeming to agree to get him out together. Harry just grinned-two vs one? Too easy. Harry swiped at them to make them jump back and then used a block to flip over their heads-striking their backs with two quick slashes. They groaned-knowing they were beaten and hurried out the ring, taking their helmets off to watch the rest of the team compete against each other, Tara, and Harry.

Harry was the prime target for most of the team-but, not one person had landed a scratch on him, he seemed to be always one step ahead-his mind constantly running and keeping him sharp. “Has he always been that good?” Harry heard Jane ask Gil, Jay responding for him.

“Yeah, since we were kids, the Hook kids have always been some of the best duelists on the isle, if there’s one blade you don’t wanna get on the wrong side of-its Hook, even drunk he’s a damn good swordsman.” Jane made a concerned noise at the mention of Hook being drunk but turned back to the battle, gasping as Harry twisted under and through several swinging blades-hopping to his feet and blocking a blade from hitting his back, swinging his sword back around and smacking another blade away from his front.

Harry spun the sword in his hand, turning it in an arch and spinning down into a crouch, knocking several blades away and two ended up out of the ring. The whistle blew; “Tara, out! Herkie, out!”

Soon enough, it was just Harry, Fergus, and you left-all breathing heavily and staring each other down. Harry jumped back as Fergus jumped at you, quickly planting his feet and engaging in a quick battle-it was over before Harry could blink; you cartwheeled back, spun down-slid your blade into the gap between Fergus’ guard and handle-pulled it out of his hand-caught it, spun on your heel and kicked him in the gut-sending Fergus off his feet and the prince landed on his back-laughing all the while.

“Fergus, out! Last players standing, captain (y/n) and Harry Hook!”

Harry stared you down, the two of you circling each other as everyone stared with bated breath. He could feel the smirk behind your helmet and you tossed away the sword you stole from Fergus, rolling your shoulders as Harry cracked his neck. Oh, this was going to be fun.

You were the first to strike-stepping forward and Harry’s blade met yours-the sound of metal ringing in Harry’s ear. Three quick steps back-five forward-Harry swung at you twice and you took another step back, smirking from beneath your helmet.

A pause and Harry giggled-this time was taking the first strike and pushing you back, and Harry felt like he was fighting against one of the isle pirates again; immense skill hidden beneath fabrics of yellow and blue. Harry aimed for your lower torso but you easily maneuvered his blade away-leaning away from him slightly as Harry drew back, blade up and ready to strike or defend.

“You know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that, excellent form.” you chuckled, and Harry snorted back, the two of you still circling each other. “But how's your footwork? If I step here-“You moved to the right-your blades clashing as Harry quickly stepped to the left-one two three four-your blades met in the air-a pause. “Very good-and now I step again,” you went left this time-Harry following you forward and the two of you switched spots-Harry’s back now to the coach while yours faced the team.

“Holy shit,” someone muttered into the sudden silence. The team watched in awe-because since your arrival, not one person had lasted this long or shown such skill. “Think Harry might beat her?” another asked, and Harry huffed, keeping his eyes on you. “Maybe? He’s really good, but they’re both just playing-this is just-training to them-I never wanna see them go full out if it means they’re this scary just practicing.”

Harry grinned beneath his mask-and then he stepped forward-your blade meeting him in the quick strikes he threw at you. One, two, three, four-swipe, parry, dodge, flip, roll, swipe-five, six, seven, eight-parry, block, spin, block, swipe, block twice, roll, block again, parry.

Everyone was practically hanging off the edge of their seats(if they were in one) as you sparred, moving about the ring-over and around blocks-your blades clashing every other second. Some started chanting his name, calling for him to take down the queen from her throne-he guessed that meant you.

Swing-one, two, three, four, five-parry, flip, crouch, spin-six, seven, eight nine- flip, block, pause. One, two, three, parry, swing, block, parry-four, five, six; there was a sword at his neck. His blade clattered to the ground as you continued to push forward till he was on the floor, blade at his neck with you standing above him.

The silent amphitheater burst into applause as Harry stared at you, his face warm and chest rising rapidly as you took off your helmet and grinned down at him-your eyes as bright as the florescent lights that bathed you in a light that made you look like a fairy. “Good job! You’re definitely roar material,” you said, out of breath as Harry continued to stare up at you. You held out your free hand, Harry took it and took off his helmet as you pulled him up, grabbing his shoulder when he was on his feet. “Welcome to the team Harry, honored to have you.”

Harry let out a huff, still staring at you as the team came over and congratulated him-asking him about his training and who had been his teacher-since they hadn’t even seen someone put up a fight like that since you came to Auradon and took down Chad! And you hadn’t even fought like that back then!

Harry didn’t answer, his eyes still on you as Gil and Jane came down to congratulate him. you turned, smiling when you locked eyes. He couldn’t help but smile back, the feeling-that was slowly becoming familiar-of butterflies flooding his gut and chest. Harry cleared his throat-turning to Gil with a grin, not seeing the look on Jane's face as she glanced between you and Harry-Fergus raised his brows with a smirk when Jane looked at him.

-

The rest of the week went by quickly, math was getting easier-chemistry was a blast now, Harry had ended up making some sort of pasta dish for Merryweather for the weeks end assignment and he ended up acing the end-of-week quiz for history. As for remedial goodness, he might've fucked around a bit and got a D on his quiz, smirking as FG clicked her tongue at his answers.

All too soon-it was Saturday night, and Harry hadn’t been able to get you to take him and Gil to steal the wand. He had asked, and you did say yes….but-

“I would, believe me, buuuut” you chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head as you stopped taking a bite of your lunch and turned to glance back at Ben “I’ve been banned from stealing the wand-at least until after the coronation, something about security.” You gave him and Gil an apologetic grin. Harry narrowed his eyes, but…wasn’t stealing the wand already banned? Harry voiced his thoughts “Ain’t ye technically already banned from stealing the wand? Aren’t we all?”

You shrugged, nodding. He wasn’t wrong. “yeah? But I’ve been officially banned,” you chuckled, giving him another apologetic smile. “so yeah, would, but can't. Sorry.” Harry just nodded, picking at his nail. He had failed to get you to take him to the wand, now he had to go along with Mal’s plan.

Love spelling you.

Fuck.

-

Mal looked up as Harry stepped into the kitchen, the two staring each other down for a long moment before Harry sighed, rubbing his face. “She can’t take us ta steal the wand,” Harry grumbled, pinching his nose as Mal slowly nodded. “as per our deal, we’ll go with yer stupid plan,” Harry grumbled, clicking his jaw as Mal nodded again, a smug smirk hidden behind her shoulder as she turned to grab a tray to bake the cookies on.

If she gloated-he was going to break her damn nose.

“We’ll do it before the game tomorrow,” Mal said, scooping the cookie dough onto the tray, the oven beeping to say it was ready. “Right after the pep rally, that way we’re all at the school at the same time,” Harry slowly nodded, sniffing as he looked down at the cookies.

“Did ye put those walnuts in em?” Harry asked, pointing down at the cookies. Mal nodded, continuing to scoop out the dough. “The lass won't eat it, she hates walnuts.” Mal paused, slowly closing her eyes before looking up at him, her lips pressed together in frustration.

“And you didn’t think to tell me this before I made the batch?” Mal hissed, and Harry just laughed. “I didn’t know till yesterday when Jane offered ‘er chocolate covered walnuts-acted like they were Brussel sprouts.” Harry smiled at the memory, and Mal stared at him.

She blinked, sighing and picking two cookie rounds out and spreading them, glad she had used mostly whole walnuts instead of crushed ones. “There,” Mal muttered-taking out the walnuts and rolling up the dough again. “walnut free.”

Harry licked his lips, damn-he was hoping he found a loophole for you. He eventually sighed, turning and going back to his room. ignoring Mal when she asked him where he was going.

Harry got dressed for bed-his eyes catching onto his golden shell bracelet. he stared at it for a long moment, pressing his lips together. “For Uma,” he whispered-he could do this, he had to. For Uma, for his sisters. For the isle.

He slid into bed, now catching his Roar uniform in his laundry hamper, he stared for a long moment then turned over-covering his head with his blanket as Gil walked in from a last-minute tourney meeting; pausing when he saw Harry in bed-the covers over his head.

Gil stared for a moment, then got dressed for bed. “Goodnight Harry,” Gil whispered and Harry just hummed, his eyes locked onto the shell bracelet. “For Uma,” he whispered to himself, bringing his wrist to his forehead and pressing it against his skin. “for Uma.”

-

Pep rallies fucking sucked. An hour spent in a sweaty brightly lit gym with everyone screaming and being so damn loud over a fucking sports team.

The only reason he went along was to support Gil, and that was it. Harry easily decided Pep rallies were just; overstimulation the event-too bright, too loud, so many things happening at once, being squished between too many people.

It was just-ugh-never again. He said as such and Gil laughed, saying that Harry never had to go to another pep rally again if he didn’t want to-but thanked him for coming anyway. Harry just pouted and followed Gil out to the lockers, and for some reason-everyone was there, just-hanging out. Harry didn’t care to ask why.

As they turned the corner-Harry spotted you and Jane at Gil’s locker-Jane writing on a light blue piece of paper-biting her lip and her ears pink as (y/n) guided her through-whatever it was. Harry shushed Gil, stepping close enough to hear them. “So-maybe a little heart-no no, too much,” Jane muttered, tapping the pen against her lip as she went deep into thought.

You laughed gently, patting her back. Harry realized Jane was wearing that new outfit Evie had made for her-her hair down her back with her bangs styled and accented with a blue headband. “Jane, you’re overthinkin’ it! Just write, I think you’re really cute and nice, would you like to go on a date? I mean it’s Gil, guys a softie.”

Gil smiled from behind Harry, not yet catching up to the situation at hand while Harry was holding back a laugh. Oh~ so the little fairy liked Gil? how cute~! He knew of course-she was always staring at Gil and blushed whenever he talked to her.

Jane just huffed at your suggestion and scribbled something on the paper-folding it into a little heart and sliding it into Gil’s locker-squeaking and running off after she did so. You laughed, turning to catch her over the railing as she covered her red face. “Good job Janey~ now we wait,”

Harry took that as their cue and walked out from the hall, keeping a casual walk as he and Gil went to his locker-Gil did have to pick up something from there anyway-something about a game plan.

Gil opened his locker-Harry could hear Jane squeak and from the corner of his eye he saw you grab her shoulder to keep her from running-the other girls around her encouraging her. Gil caught the note from Jane as it flew out, tilting his head at it. “what’s this?” Gil muttered, unfolding the paper. Harry surpassed the urge to facepalm. He and Gil had watched Jane write on and fold that little paper Gil was holding now.

He loved the guy but damn was Gil daft sometimes.

…well that was new, he never even thought of the word ‘love’ when referring to anyone-except maybe his sisters, he knew he loved them. But to stay that about Gil was a new thing.

Must be the Auradon air.

Harry rested his chin on Gil’s shoulder, reading the note from Jane. A grin grew on his face and he plucked the note from Gil; knowing that even after Jane spelled it out for him(literally) Gil would take a week to understand what Jane was asking. “looks like the wee-fairy has a crush on ye Gilly~ how cute!” and it was, really.

Gil slowly turned pink as he processed Harry’s teasing-snatching the note back and reading it over and over again. “Jane likes me? As in fairy godmother Jane?” Gil asked quietly and Harry nodded, leaning on his locker that sat next to Gil’s “What other Jane is there Gil?” Harry chuckled as a smile grew on Gil’s face, turning to look for Jane.

He spotted her below the balcony, your hand in hers for emotional support as she turned bright red and tried to run-a few other girls stopping her and pushing her towards Gil-giggling as Gil jumped down the stairs and held out the note to her, grinning softly as he asked her if she meant it.

Jane-bright red-nodded, her hands to her chest as Gil’s soft grin turned huge, his whole face brightening. He had always thought Jane was very nice and pretty, and he really liked seeing her smile and laugh.

You slowly backed away as the two talked, bumping into the locker next to Harry as he chuckled at Gil and Jane. “a golden retriever and a bluebird, who would’ve thought?” you joked and Harry’s laugh got louder, but he quickly quieted down as Jane glanced at him. “aye,” Harry hummed, hands in his pocket as he turned to look at you, his eyes locking with yours.

He swallowed as those now familiar butterflies flooded his gut; he forced them down-knowing what was going to happen soon. “They’ll be cute, eh?” Harry said instead, nodding at Gil and Jane. You nodded, crossing your arms as you mirrored his stance. “yeah, she really likes him,” you said quietly, not wanting to embarrass Jane as she and Gil continued to talk-the bright red turning to pink as she nodded at something Gil said. “kept asking if he would like something she did-like her hair or the outfit Evie made her.” Harry hummed slowly with nod-his eyes finding Mal as she stopped at her locker, Jay, Evie, and Carlos behind her.

She was looking behind him though, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Ben, who was watching Gil and Jane with a beaming smile-clearly happy to see the two interacting. Harry heard Jay ask Mal if she was sure about this and Harry perked up, listening in as Jay nodded to the school grounds and said it wasn’t so bad here.

Harry was inclined to agree-but he couldn't let Uma or his sisters down. He swallowed harshly, looking back down at you as you watched Jane and Gil exchange phone numbers, Jane grinning up at you as Gil bounded up the steps-beaming brightly at Harry. “We’re gonna go on a date after the game,” Gil said with a giddy smile and Harry nodded, patting Gil’s back.

“atta boy,” Harry muttered, watching as Jay broke away from Mal and flirted with a group of girls, their hair all spelled by Mal. Harry blinked as you shoved off the locker and went over to Ben, talking quietly. He turned, watching the two of you out of the corner of his eye as he tuned out everything else.

“So how’s the Audrey thing going?” Ben shrugged at your question, grabbing the same folder that Gil had grabbed earlier and sliding it under his arm. “okay, I guess, she won't look at me still, but it’s understandable, I did end a three-year relationship with some flowers and chocolate.”

Ben broke up with the princess? This was news to him. You just hummed, leaning against the locker next to Ben. “Yeah, she came into my room all broken up about it, I think I helped though.“ Ben nodded slowly, glancing around before leaning down to whisper something to you. Harry strained to hear but he maybe only got a syllable or two before you were nodding.

“Sure, just keep it on the down low-you just broke up with Audrey, be weird for you ask out another girl only a week after you got out of a relationship.” Ben laughed, seemingly agreeing. “Yeah-imagine if I broke out in song and dance to ask out Mal after the game, that would be ridiculous.” You snorted, covering your mouth as you bent over in your laughter. “(y/n)? you okay?”

You just nodded, wheezing as Harry’s jaw dropped. Beasty wanted to ask out Mal? Shit maybe they wouldn’t need those stupid cookies after all.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved off Ben’s concern, regaining your breath and shaking your head. “just-that’ll be really damn funny later-I’ll tell you after, anyways-“ Ben interrupted you with a hand on your shoulder, a  teasing grin on his face. “Remember our deal?”

You frowned at Ben, shaking your head. “if I make a move, you have to too?” you just huffed, pouting a bit as you smacked Ben’s hand off your shoulder. “I never agreed to that-besides, like I said, he’s got a girl back home-I ain’t stepping on her toes.” Ben just smiled with a shake of his head, wheezing as you kicked his ankle. “Shuttt the fuck up beasty boy, and go plan your proposal to the pixie.” With that you turned away from Ben and Harry rushed to look away, making it seem like he was paying attention to his phone instead of your conversation.

‘If I make a move, you have to too’ Did you like someone? Now Harry just felt even worse about spelling you, but maybe if he got the chance to tell Mal Ben was already planning on asking her out-she might abandon this stupid part of the plan.

Honestly he rather just ask you out straight up instead of making you love him, because honestly-you were damn good-looking and his type. Harry felt heat gather in his cheeks at the thought, it was getting harder to deny the growing….feelings he had for you. The butterflies, the way he always seemed to smile when you did, the warmth in his chest every time he saw you-that only expanded when he saw you had a cinnamon roll for him(no he still couldn’t say the damn word), the way his eyes were always drawn to you whenever you entered a room, how your voice reached his ears before anyone else.

He nearly hated himself for it, because all those feelings he felt for you-were ones he felt for Uma. Uma was his ride or die, his best friend since childhood-his first love, he had never told her about his feelings(it was the isle, love was death there), and he had planned to keep them close to his chest-to never tell her as long as they were under the threat of their parents.

He didn’t know how he felt about those feelings, he felt like he was betraying Uma by simply being around you-and yet….fuck you felt…right, like you were made to be by his side. You got along with Gil, you knew how his stupid brain worked, you made him feel…he didn’t even know.

It just felt unfair to himself and Uma to see someone in that light, he knew he had a right to his own heart and feelings but. Fuck.

Harry was thrown out of his thoughts when something was pressed to his chest, he scrambled to catch the plastic baggie Mal had shoved into his hands, glaring at her as she pointed over to you-who was now talking to Jane. “Now,” Mal hissed, her gloomy expression turning bright as she teasingly called out to Ben-leaving Harry no time to tell her Ben’s plan. “Hey, Benny boo~!”

Ben turned to Mal with a smile, while Harry took a deep breath-shared a look with Gil-and walked up to you. “Hi,” Harry said, clearing his throat to get rid of the nervous crack. You turned to him-not noticing the grin from Jane as she went off to sit with a few other girls, most of them having left due to the game being in an hour-wanting to get dressed in the Auradon yellow and blues. “Hey,” you hummed, looking down at the cookie in the plastic bag as he lifted it up.

“Mal made cookies, ye want any?” he didn’t mention how there were only two cookies in the baggie. You just snorted, smirking at him with narrowed eyes. “Mal? Made cookies? And-wants to share them?” you asked, as if it was a joke. Harry laughed, his strained smile turning easy-you were easy to talk to. “Aye, couldn’t believe me eyes when I watched ‘er make em-but she didn’t put anythin’ odd in em…except maybe walnuts,” There we go-tell you the cookies had walnuts in em (even though they didn’t anymore) and you would decline-mission failed and Mal couldn’t get pissy at him for it.

You made a face at the mention of walnuts and Harry laughed again, shaking his head. “She took em out of yer cookies but, walnuts have a tendency ta stick around,” Harry mumbled, not realizing he told you these two cookies he had-didn’t have walnuts. You just made another face-taking the bag from him and examining the cookies.

From behind the two of you, Ben took a cookie from Mal as she guilt-tripped him into it, a proud grin on his face as Mal smirked and looked over her shoulder at her friends-Gil just watching you and Harry.

“So, Mal made these two cookies-for me? Specifically?” you asked, opening the bag and taking a cookie out, flipping it between your hands. Harry nodded, swallowing harshly as you glanced at Mal behind his shoulder-then looked back at him. “I guess? She was in a sharin’ mood an’ I told ‘er ye didn’t like walnuts so she made a few special fer ye,” Harry muttered-technically telling the truth but not revealing the properties of the cookies.

You hummed, breaking the cookie in half and tilting your head at it-before deciding it was safe and taking a bite. Harry stared down at you, Mal watching from over her shoulder as she stopped Ben from singing her name. “yeah-definitely still taste the walnuts.” You muttered, pouting down at the cookie. “They’re still good, just-very much have that wax and water taste.” You swallowed the bite-looking up at Harry at the same time.

Your eyes flashed pink and Harry bit the inside of his lip. Fuck. From how Ben acted-from what Harry could hear while distracted by you-you would start acting all lovey dovey-almost drunk like he supposed-and then you would start singing his name like Ben was Mal’s.

But you didn’t-you just slipped the cookie back into the bag-tossed your bitten piece into the trash-and handed the bag back to Harry. “Next time? No walnuts-that shits gross,” you chuckled, smiling up at him. Harry blinked-but-wait? Shouldn’t it? But your eyes? You checked your phone, clicking your tongue. “I gotta go, Ben asked me to wear Auradon colors for the big game, so-see ya Harry!”

With that-you were gone, and Harry was dumbfounded.

What in the fuck just happened?!

-

“That makes no sense! It should’ve worked-it’s a perfect love spell-it worked on Ben-which means it should’ve worked on (y/n)!” Mal ranted as she flipped through her spell book; Harry sat across from Evie as she finished off a new shirt for Mal. The other boys were at the field-getting ready for the game. Harry sighed, rubbing his face.

Your eyes flashed pink, Mal said that was a sign of the potion taking effect, so it must’ve worked-but then why did you go on as if you didn’t eat a spelled cookie? “Didn’t the book have notes on the love spell failing to work?” Evie said, standing and tapping the edge of the leather-bound book-Mal huffing as she flipped back to the love spell. “I thought it did anyway, swear It.”

Mal just tapped the page, nodding. “yeah, you’re right, must’ve missed it the first time; there are circumstances where the love potion will not work. you will know If the eyes do not flash pink; the spelled is aromantic, the spelled is immune to magic,” Harry snorted, along with Mal and Evie-no shot, no one was immune to magic-it must’ve been one of the other options. Because there was no way you were immune to the spell. “or the spelled is already in love with the user…”

Harry Hook. Error 102.

“I’m sorry?” Harry nearly screeched, snatching the book from Mal and re-reading the notes. No-uhuh-no way-you didn’t-you hadn’t even known him for a week?! There was no way. “She-she must be aro then because…fuck.” Harry grumbled, tossing the book back to Mal as she huffed.

“All right then-she’s either immune to magic-which no one is-or she’s aro-which also means-oh shit wait hold on,” Mal tapped the book again, Harry and Evie leaning over her shoulders to look at the note. “The love spell might also not seem to work, which is when the spelled has strong feelings for the user and therefore-the spell doesn’t change any feelings-but simply intensifies them. So-she might just like you a lot and so that’s why the spell worked-but doesn’t seem like it?” Mal muttered, tapping her finger over her mouth as Harry groaned, walking around the room.

So you were either Aromatic, immune to magic, or already liked him enough to where the spell didn’t seem to take effect. But your eyes flashed! So that meant it did work, so…shit-you liked him-he was the one Ben was talking to you about-the one Ben told you to make a move on.

Shit-shit shit shit. Harry sighed again, rubbing his face. That meant you knew about Uma too, ‘he has a girl back home’, that meant you knew Harry liked someone-Uma-and didn’t want to make a move in case Harry didn’t like you back.

Harry ignored the flurry of warmth and butterflies in his chest.

“Well then, that settles it-we go on with the plan,” Mal said-and Harry realized she had been talking and he had been ignoring her-which was normal. “We don’t even know if it actually worked?” Harry screeched and Mal huffed, glaring at him-tapping the book.

 “It did! Her eyes flashed, right?” Harry nodded “Then it worked! If it hadn’t-her eyes wouldn’t have flashed-Ben’s eyes flashed-it clearly worked on him!? So-we just-go with the flow for (y/n), just-ask her out at some point! Become her boyfriend so we can get that wand-and then! If you want-we can de-spell her and move on with conquering the world~”

Mal cheered, snapping the book shut and making her way out of the room. “Now let’s go, the game starts soon.” Harry let out a long sigh, pressing his hands to his face. Gods, he was going to break Mal’s fucking nose.

-

The field was loud-47 seconds left on the clock and the teams were tied as both schools cheered for their respective teams. Gil, Jay, and Carlos had yet to play-something about keeping them fresh until the last minute(literally it seemed). Harry stood between you and Lonnie; his arms crossed as he stared down at the field. Just in front of the bleachers-the cheerleaders jumped and encouraged the crowd to get even louder and Harry eventually sealed his hands over his ears. If Gil wasn’t playing he would not be here, he told himself this was for Gil and sighed, keeping his hands over his ears as the crowd cheered again.

A hand appeared in his vision; a pair of earplugs being handed to him. He nodded in thanks and you smiled back, showing off the pair you were wearing. Harry’s attention was brought back to the field as Jay stood with Carlos, Gil already running onto the field as two others ran to the benches-effectively switched out for the rest of the game.

Harry gave Gil a thumbs up as he turned back around-looking for Harry. Gil beamed, his grin getting wider as he heard Jane cheering for him and seeing you throw your fists into the air in support-Lonnie doing the same as she cheered. “Go Gil!” Lonnie screamed over the crowd, Gil sliding on his helmet and patting Ben on the back as he joined the huddle.

Soon, Carlos and Jay joined the team and Ben gave a quick rundown of the play. They split off and went into formation-Ben at the front with Carlos and Chad at his sides-Jay standing behind with Gil.

they break from their huddles, this is gonna be a big moment here….aaand the tip-off is ready!

The ref blew the whistle and the ball was in play. Jay dashed forward-knocking the ball into the knight's hands as he threw it to Ben. Carlos knocked over a member of the other team who was trying to rush Ben, laughing and doing a little dance in victory.

The crowd went wild, Harry holding his hands over his ears to get rid of the piercing noise of Lonnie as she shook him and Mal around in her excitement.

Nice little Block by Carlos, and he does a little dancing jig in the opponent’s face! And now Jay gets the ball back-here comes Jay! nice pass to Gil across the kill zone! Jay-hurdling maneuvers at midfield!

Jay flipped across the kill zone-making it to Gil who tossed it back to Jay-who threw it across to Ben. this went back and forth as they ran across the field-Chad and Carlos defended the three as the other team attempted to bulldoze them.

Big block by Chad! Prince Ben moves over wide-gives it back to Jay! He’s in the clear! Shot!

Jay attempted to score-only for the goalie to block it, Jay groaned, kicking the grass as Ben shook it off and guided his team back into formation.

23 seconds left you could cut the tension with a sword! The longball is played into Gil-Gil great jump, great leap! And a great move by Gil!

Harry cheered for Gil, remembering that exact move from Gil years before when he was helping Harry ‘play’ keep away with Jay, some sort of bronze lamp Jay had wanted to steal and so Harry stole it first.

Another player attempted to take the ball from Gil but Gil just ran through them-Chad stumbling over himself-not expecting Gil to just bulldoze the other guy so easily.

Impressive push by Gil! Gil-dishes off to Jay-Jay dishes off to prince Ben! and then Carlos with a big block-he goes down! Jay thought the kill zone picks up Carlos-oh he’s being hammered by dragon fire!

Carlos held up his shield-holding strong as he and Jay ran through the kill zone-being pelted by ‘dragon fire’. Soon they made it across and Ben passed the ball back to Jay-Carlos ran in front of him-holding his shield out and coping their positions from tryouts.

“Jay!” Carlos yelled, and Jay pelted the ball right at him-Carlos angling his shield up and sending the ball into the sky. “go up!” Carlos curled up like a turtle again and Jay leaped off his shield-catching the ball mid-air and passing it to Ben-who faked the goalie out and passed it to Gil-who scored!

And only seconds later-the timer ran out-it was 3-2, the fighting knights of Auradon City winning! The crowd went wild, Gil jumping into the air with his arms up as Ben laughed with him-the team tossing off their protective gear as they celebrated. Jay tossed his arms around Ben and Carlos’ necks, spinning the three of them around in victory before Ben pulled Gil into the mix-the four boys tumbling to the ground as they laughed.

Harry cheered-throwing his fists up as Gil pulled his helmet off and looked for him, beaming with pride. “I did it!” Gil said-but Harry couldn’t hear him from this far-just barely able to read Gil’s lips. Gil’s eyes turned to you and you cheered for him-giving him two thumbs up as Harry clapped. Gil just beamed-throwing his fists up in victory.

Your eyes drew to Ben and saw him practically booking it towards the announcer and you turned to Harry-excusing yourself. “I’ll be right back!” you said over the crowd, Harry stepping back to let you jump down the bleachers; beelining it to Audrey and grabbing her wrist.

“(y/n)? what the-“ Audrey screeched, yelping as you started to tug her off the field “What are you doing?” you just pointed back at Ben with your free hand as you tugged her away from the chaos that was about to go down. “Remember what I said about Ben doing something stupid? I’d rather you not experience it-”

“Give me an M!”

Audrey turned back at Ben’s voice, furrowing her brows as he continued to spell out Mal’s name and Audrey’s face crumbled, tucking into your side as you ran off the field and into the girls locker room, shushing her gently as she sobbed.

“It’s only been a week-not-not even-“ Audrey cried, her face in her hands as you crouched at her feet, rubbing her shoulders. “I know I know, this sucks-it really does” you muttered, letting out a grunt as Audrey slammed into you, sobbing into your shoulder. “like I said-he does a stupid thing-and that stupid thing was asking Mal out publicly at the fucking game. Im sorry I didn’t warn you properly,”

Audrey just cried, and you tugged her hair free of her ponytail, gently scratching her scalp as she hugged you so tight you might never breathe again. You just let her, pulling out your phone to text Chad.

‘Audrey’s sad-Girls locker room’

And you didn’t even wait two minutes before Chad was bursting in, breathing heavily as he took the scene in. “Audrey!” he gasped, pulling her out of your arms and giving her the biggest hug he could manage, Audrey burying herself in his arms. “What happened?! Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?!”

“Ben broke her heart only a week ago and then broke it again today asking Mal out-“ Chad turned red with anger, now furious he had danced with Ben to help him ask Mal out with that stupid song. “Oh he’s gonna get it,” Chad grumbled and you sighed.

“Remember, he’s the high prince-becoming king in two weeks-whatever you do-keep it on the down low.” you muttered, squeezing Audrey’s hand and giving her a smile before you left-heading back over to the tourney field-just as everything was wrapping up and the boys were being hoisted with the trophy in hand, Gil and Jay holding it with giant grins. Gil found you and pointed at the trophy-grinning as you whooped and clapped for him-giving him another thumbs up.

and there they are! Gil and Jay: the most valuable players! How do you like that!

You turned as Harry jumped down to join you on the floor, grinning as Gil gestured to the trophy again. “Well, I think I get sports now,” Harry joked, grinning as you cackled, your head tossing back with the action. “Believe me-this is the most interesting Tourney has been in a while, all thanks to the boys honestly-now-Roar. That’s a fascinating game,” you said with a snort, biting your lip with a smile as Harry snickered.

“Aye, swords and parkour-what’s better than tha’?” Harry said, laughing as Gil and Jay were soaked with some sort of blue drink, running as Gil spotted him and started booking it towards Harry. You laughed as they ran around-Harry protesting loudly since he was wearing a very nice customized denim jacket.

-

Uma watched blankly as her Gil and Mal’s Jay were celebrated by the tourney team. Being called the most valuable players.

It had been a whole week, and now there were her boys-one dressed in Auradon blues and yellows, and the other one standing next to a girl who kept smiling at him. She hardly recognized them, Gil looked so…happy-and Harry looked…he looked happy too.

It felt like they were slipping away. The only comfort were those golden shell bracelets on their wrists, and the dark style Harry was attached too-his hook on his belt loop. She hoped they would be coming back for her soon-she missed them.

She really missed them.

-end of p7-

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