#hannah hook

Birdie's first time something goes wrong on the Stormbringer

Anytime Birdie hears people spew bullshit about VKs & the Isle after she becomes friends with Hannah

Birdie "Aromantic AF" Bruiser XD

Memes That Remind Me of Hannah

Hannah when the Stormbringer crew does something stupid that she now has to fix

Hannah as an Isle Ambassador dealing with Auradon (and as the Captain of her ship)

Jokes on her organs, but she'll be right back to soda XD

Memes That Remind Me of Both

These were so fun to choose for the characters! I hope you think they capture them pretty well (I gave it my best shot)

"Hi, Hannie!" sung out CJ , her sister, older by one year (and three months, as CJ liked reminding everyone at any occasion.)

"Do not call me Hannie!" protested Hannah.

"Fine then, bitch," switches CJ easily, having let herself inside and flopping on Hannah's table. Hannah swooped her things out of her sister's reach.

" What' cha doin'?"

Hannah considers telling her sister off, but then CJ would never leave, she is sure. And either way, she's already helped herself to the wrapping paper Hannah was just using - There was no actual wrapping paper on the Isle, of course, but she had asked Noah and Fiona to doodle over some old newspapers. It was really cute, actually.

And it was now being ruined by CJ's restless hands.

"Wrapping gifts," answers Hannah truthfully, "And you're ruining my wrapping paper."

" Oh," CJ's hands still momentarily, and Hannah can see the gears turning inside her head.

"As your elder sister, I must review your gift ideas," CJ nods decisively, " Show me."

To herself, Hannah thinks CJ might just steal her gifts, but honestly, that does not depend on Hannah showing her her stuff.

CJ, unfortunately, takes her silence as reluctance.

" Hey!" she shouts, defending herself against an invisible enemy, " I leave GREAT ideas!"

"I was gonna! I was gonna show you!" shouts Hannah back, as CJ is pissing her off.

" Oh," CJ puts down the wrapping paper and grabs a letter opener instead, "Go on, then."

Hannah sighs and pushes CJ's leg aside - gifts for the family are under her. And Hannah isn't gonna show her the gifts she has for her crew, as she is sure CJ doesn't know the names of any of her crewmates.

"For Harriet," Hannah sets down a globe filled with sparkly water, one of those in whis snow will fall once you know it about. CJ snatches it immediately, transfixed by the falling sparkles.

" Why didn't you just get her rum?" she bitches anyway, "OR whishey? Brandy? Or - "

And, well, first of all, Hannah refuses to help her oldest sister destroy herself so, and second of all: "There is no one on this island who would sell alcohol to either of us," she states.

CJ shrughs, turning the globe again.

" Ginny would," she says carelessly, "Anyway, she's gonna hate it. Next."

Hannah frowns, as she did put lots of effort into the gift, but pulls out the next thing anyway: Matching set of shiny bead necklaces. A set for Harry and his Captain.

" For Harry," she explains, "And Uma. She's basically a part of the family anyway."

" SO true," emphasises CJ, poking at the necklaces before getting back to the shiny globe.

"And he'll probably like it. Only because he gets to match with Uma though."

Hannah figured. She was the one to make that gift, after all.

"That's all I have," she tells her sister. It is not true, but she wants to have her out of her hair already.

"No," pouts CJ, " What do you have for me, Hannie?"

" Nothing!" smaps Hannah. One just doesn't spoil the surprise like that: It ruins the Christmas magic.

" Is it gold? Is it dynamite?"

"It is disturbing that this is the combo you came up with."

"Hannah! " CJ protests more, leaning forward; She had finally put down the gift for Harriet.

"I'll tell you what I have for you if you tell me!"

Hannah sighs.

"I'll eat my hat if you had any idea it was Christmas before now."

CJ pulls a horrible grimace, which doesn't move Hannah at all, and jumps off the table. Finally.

"Bon Apetit, then," sneers CJ.

Zee waltzed onto the Stormbringer with a “Sup motherfuckers,” but Hannah wasn’t there at the gangplank to harass her about being late on starting their morning chore list. 

She squinted at one of the little ones playing on the deck. It was one of the genie twins, who she could not tell apart to save her life. “Yo, where’s Hannah?”

The twin–who despite being three could clearly tell that Zee had no idea which one she was–smirked and pointed towards the front of the ship.

“Thanks, er…” She had a 50/50 chance of getting this right. “...Nadia?”

Not-Nadia scowled.

“Noor! Noor.”

Noor stuck her tongue out at her, then scampered off.

Zee rolled her eyes–she was not good with children–but made her way to the front of the ship. 

Hannah was at the helm, vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass. “Hey, Zee. I mixed an energy drink with coffee and now I can see sounds and hear colors.”

Zee blinked. “At what point do you just do cocaine?”

“Do you think we have the budget for cocaine?” Hannah was drinking out of an old cracked thermos that Hariett had given her for her birthday. A liquid that Zee could only describe as ‘radioactive brown’ was slowly leaking through the crack in the bottom.

“Lemme try that shit.” Zee snagged the thermos and downed some of The Drink. 

“Hey!” Hannah glared.

It tasted like battery acid mixed with…well, watery, grainy, coffee. Zee gagged, but kept it down. She’d had her father’s cooking before, she’d survive. “Girl, why?”

“You want me asleep at the helm?”

“‘ight, fair.” She took another horrifying sip. “Where’d you learn to make this junk anyhow?”

“Three guesses.”

“CJ?”

“Of course it was CJ. I think she runs exclusively off this shit.” Hannah took the theromos back, drinking some more.

Zee could already feel her bones start to quake. “That explains a lot about CJ.”

“That explains everything about CJ.”

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Once Luke and Skia had woken up and saw what Hannah had been drinking, they’d forced her below deck to detox and take a nap.

Unfourtantly, that meant that Zee got to keep the rest of The Drink, and use it for evil.

Hannah had woken up to a fracas. 

Zee had split the rest of it with Nate, Treycor, John, and the Bog twins, and all six of them high on copious amounts of caffeine was a recipe for Not Good.

Treycor was actually kind of just...chilling, leaning against the mast. He waved to Hannah as she stumbled above deck.

Nate and Anna were swinging from ropes, singing about how they were gonna swing from a chandelier, of all things.

John had managed to convince Aaron to help him make explosives, and were now throwing them into the ocean with glee.

And Zee, the guilty motherfucker, was singing 'The Elegant Hannah Hook' at the top of her lungs, with a grin. The grin faded to a grimace when she saw Hannah.

Hannah rubbed her temples. She wasn't entirely sure if the headache was from the chaos or the remnants of the drink. “I go to sleep for five minutes. Brizo help me.” 

“In my defense, you never said I couldn’t share with the rest of the crew.” Zee at least had the decency to look trite. It did not help that she was twitching like a live wire the whole time.

“I don’t even feel anything.” Treycor shrugged.

Hannah pinched the bridge of her nose. “Because you’re half-god Trey.”

“Oh, yeah.”

In all the commotion, no one noticed little Willow approach Hannah and Zee. “Can I hases some?” She tugged on Zee’s pant leg, reaching her other hand for the thermos.

Zee glanced at Hannah. “...yeeees?”

“NO?!”

“What’s that tone for?! Coffee’s a PLANT! She’s a nymph!” “SHE’S FOUR!”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Oh my gods.” Hannah looked up to the heavens. “You’re terrible. You’re so terrible.”

Zee snaked up to Hannah, resting her arm on her shoulder. “But you love me anyway right?”