#hookgal

The party wasn't at all what she described—in fact, it was the complete opposite.

Just a couple people?

Almost the entire school was there.

Taking it easy?

Majority of them were sloshed off Lefou's Brew—Gil somehow managed to smuggle it in—and acting like complete animals.

Listening to some music?

The party was one more unce-unce song away from becoming a fucking rave.

'I knew I should've brought my book down here...'

And then there was you.

The princess sitting on the marble bench while she sipped her spiced cider, watching all of the merriment from the sidelines while routinely tugging on her too-short dress, counting down the nanoseconds until Miranda gave her the go-ahead to leave for the night.

And while everyone else was too busy living it up to notice, a certain blue-haired pirate couldn't help but be intrigued by your stand-offish demeanor.

Deciding she wanted some entertainment, Uma tossed her cup over her shoulder, making her way over to you.

Much to your dismay.

"Don't even," you groaned, taking a heavy gulp of your cider before holding up your hand to stop her, "I've had enough swamp barbs for today. If you wanna torment someone, go find Gil or something."

"Chill, princess," she chuckled, eyes flicking to the bench before turning to you. "I just wanna chat."

Wary, you looked her up and down, scanning for any sort of malicious intent, and, surprisingly, you found none.

So you let out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as you slid over, making some room to sit.

"I noticed you weren't as festive as the other shrimp floatin' around here," she remarked, taking a seat, glancing at you out the corner of her eye.

"S'cause they're all sloshed," you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. "I bet half of these people couldn't tell you their name."

She chuckled, "But not you, right?" her brow raised, snatching a cup out of someone's hand as they passed by.

"Nope. I got business to handle tomorrow, which means I gotta stay sharp."

Uma paused for a moment, surprised by your answer.

Being a princess, she expected you to say something like Oh, I only drink champagne or My mother would never approve or something square like that

But she could actually relate to what you said.

She gave you a respectful nod, showing her approval, "I like that... At least someone here's got a clue."

"No kidding," you agreed, watching as a drunk Brodie Dunbroch got ready to shoot an apple off the head of Miranda's eldest brother, Milo. "Y'know, I know this is off topic but I forgot to tell you on the tour that the dating pool here sucks."

Not that you spoke from experience... but Miranda told you to tell all the female new arrivals as a precaution, anyway.

"Eh, what's a few boy toys here and there," she shrugged before turning to the son of Robin Hood, who was standing across the way, watching her.

Effortlessly, she threw on a lazy, flirty smile, sending him a sly wave.

It worked like a charm.

Just going off looks alone, Richard was a golden boy, six feet of lean muscle and charm—which rivaled that of Flynn Rider—with soft blonde hair and a pearly smile that made all the girls swoon.

But the moment his eyes landed on Uma, he was redder than a pepper, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

'Damn, she's good...'

"I take it you're not used to being on the receiving end of that... 'specially with the way you were eyein' Harry this morning."

Your eyes turned into saucers, and you nearly spit out your drink.

"Excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, sharpening your tone just a bit.

"Don't play dumb with me, princess. We both know you're smarter than that," she bit right back, not letting up. 

Out of nervous habit, you glanced away, your eyes ironically landing on Harry, who seemed to be having an interesting chat with Helena, daughter of the Enchantress—the witch who cursed Beast.

Feeling watched, his eyes flitted behind the redhead, only to see your sparkling gems staring at him from across the courtyard.

'Adorable...'

Slyly, he shot you another wink, your face warming at the shit-eating grin rising to his lips.

Helena noticed this, and turned around to see what he was looking at, only find you as the object of his attention.

Her sickeningly sweet smile dropped to a scowl in a second.

You turned away before you could see any more, facing Uma with renewed vigor.

"Okay, and what if a was?" you rolled your eyes, feigning indifference.

"Then I'd tell you to stay away from what's mine," her voice lowered, serious.

You were completely taken aback.

Hers?

'Was she not just flirting with Richard like two seconds ago?'

"Yours?" you scoffed, brows furrowed.

"Yes, mine," she clarified, not missing a beat. "Auradon or not, I still got my crew. And in unknown territory I can't have my first mate distracted by any princess with a pulse."

"I don't think that's your decision to make," you fired back, incredulously.

You didn't even know why you were fighting her about it.

You'd already decided for yourself earlier that Harry was off limits, so why care?

'If I'm not gonna go for someone, then it's because I don't want to. Not because some piece of calamari told me I couldn't.'

"Don't think 'cause I'm in this prep school I won't rock you right here, right now," she warned, leaning in closer. "Choose your next words carefully."

But you didn't waver, sharing the same intensity in your glare.

"Don't think 'cause I was raised in a castle that I won't defend myself. These other princesses might be sheltered, but I assure you, I am not."

You were bluffing your ass off.

Sure, in a normal fist fight you could probably hold your own pretty decently.

But against a girl who could turn herself into a sea monster?

'As if.'

You figured if you faked it long enough, you'd make it out with all your teeth intact.

Uma paused for a moment, scanning your face one final time, before she suddenly pulled back with a laugh, a smile stretching across her lips.

'What...?'

"I like you," she chuckled, standing up from her seat. "Imma go see what lover boy's all about."

And with that, she walked away, leaving you sitting there with the equivalent of emotional whiplash.

"I don't think I'll ever understand the VKs," you exhaled, slumping in your seat and finishing off your cider.

It wasn't long after that you threw in the towel.

You wished Miranda goodnight, narrowly avoiding her dragging you back to the party with her super-strength, before starting back up to your dorm, practically slumping against the door once you made it inside.

Your day had been a whirlwind, to say the least, and your body wanted absolutely nothing more than to sprawl out on the bed and catch some Zs.

But, even with the late, or rather, early hour—two to be exact—you didn't allow it.

First, you changed into some more comfortable clothes—some pajama shorts and a flimsy, green tank top—before straightening up the mess Miranda had made in her attempt to find you the perfect dress.

Once all that was done, you finally sat down at your desk, opening up your chemistry textbook and pulling out your notepad to write with.

'Alright, Chapter Eight: Acids and Bases...'

But before you could even read the first word, someone frantically knocked on your door.

"Faldi Faldonza!" you groaned, throwing your head back in anguish.

You had half the mind to ignore it.

And, honestly, you did, returning to your book and pretending to be asleep.

But it wasn't long before the frantic rap turned into a distressed bang, completely disrupting your flow.

"Fine! I'm coming!" you caved, roughly pushing your chair back in and storming toward the door.

If Maleficent herself wasn't burning the school down, heads were going to roll.

"Miri, I swear to God, if this is some kind of jo—" 

Swinging the door open, you never in a million years would have expected to see Harry Hook on the other side.

Especially not looking like that.

"Shit," he panted, breathless, as he clutched his stomach, leaning against the door frame for support. 

It had to be your dorm...

"Can I... mph! ...Can I come in?"

Faldi Faldonza - Oh my God

Most had some sort of dream or wish they wanted to be fulfilled, earning the scorn of some magical being along the way which gained them a variant of supernatural ailment. Then, the hero/heroine had to face off against the forces of evil with a gorgeous stranger they met during their journey.

Your mother was no exception to the rule.

But as you stood at the mouth of the main driveway, awaiting the new arrivals, you couldn't help but feel like you both had tacked on an extra step.

The place was bustling with incoming and outgoing students, each one gabbing aimlessly about how they had a project due, or what they would give to not have to go to math.

And, of course, that was all right...

The rich elite complaining about having a little homework to do?

Nothing wrong with that.

It's not like there were literal hundreds of less fortunate that would give anything to be in their place.

And after being raised all your life to appreciate what you have and work for what you don't, living among twenty different variations of trust fund babies would drive anyone a little crazy.

Suddenly, the muffled sounds of arguing cut through the air, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Will ye shut yer yap, already?!" a voice with a Scottish burr spat. "Ye haven't shuttup since we left the Isle!"

"I'm just so excited! I know we were here a while ago, but now we're really here!" another, more excited one, chimed.

"Will the both of you stuff a clam in it?" a female one groaned, annoyance dripping from her tone. 

'God, get me through this...'

As if on cue, a sleek, black limousine pulled into the gravel roundabout, the shouting only getting louder.

Taking a deep breath, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, adjusting the hem of your dress.

The outfit was nothing too crazy, a simple, sage green handkerchief dress, with your most comfortable wedged heels and some simple, gold jewelry.

It was professional, stylish, and—most importantly—made you look absolutely fantastic, the color going wonderfully with your complexion.

You had to make a good impression... right?

Quickly, the driver parked, stepping out the car with an exasperated expression before walking around and opening the door, a boy with honey blonde hair falling out with a rough thud.

Son of Gaston.

"Whoa... I forgot how big this place was..." he smiled, glancing over the school with a look of both awe and wonder.

"Gettup," a boy with a false hook hand sighed, stepping out after and yanking Gil up by his collar as if he weighed nothing.

Son of Captain Hook.

Your eyes widened slightly, stomach lurching and heart stuttering as you caught sight of his face.

"Ashidanza..." you muttered under your breath, thoughtlessly.

He had a hardened face, with dark eyes and dark hair to match—nothing like blonde-haired, blue-eyed princes you were surrounded by—and surprisingly broad shoulders.

He was so, so handsome.

And yet so, so not worth it.

You cleared your throat, straightening out your posture and reigning yourself back in.

It was beyond obvious that he was a going to be trouble—trouble that you most definitely could not afford.

'You've had a chance to gawk... now back to business.'

Finally, a girl with deep, blue braids stepped out, gaze locking on yours and sizing you up almost immediately.

Daughter of Ursula.

"You must be the welcome wagon..." she smiled, sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest. "I see they pulled out all the stops."

Uma's sly comment caught Harry's attention, intriguing him enough to stop tormenting Gil, turning to look at you.

And, God, was he glad he did.

Because before him stood the most radiant girl he had ever seen—and, trust, he had seen many.

The way your curls perfectly framed your face...

The way your dress accentuated your figure...

The way your skin practically glowed under the sunlight...

He had half the mind to think you were some sort of sea nymph, or mermaid in disguise.

"I'm afraid so," you nodded, matching Uma's combative energy, "But if you'd rather have one of the seven dwarfs as your guide, I could always go in and find one." 

An amused smirk rose to Harry's lips at your biting reply, only drawing him in even further.

You were feisty.

He liked that.

He liked that a lot.

"Well, well, well," he grinned like the Cheshire Cat, taking a step forward and bowing before you, Uma rolling her eyes. "Harry Hook... an' who might you be?"

Lifting his head, his eyes met yours, the intensity of your iris as you gazed at him sending a warm buzz through his chest.

'What the—'

"I know who you are, Harry," you sighed, "And as far as introductions go, I am (y/n), daughter of Tiana and Naveen, Princess and soon to be Queen of Maldonia."

The introduction brought a small smirk to the pirate's face.

'(y/n)... that's feckin' hot.'

Shifting your weight on your feet, you rolled your shoulders, resting your hands behind your back.

"It is my honor to personally welcome you three to Auradon Prep. Today, I'm just going to show you guys the basics. Bathrooms, classrooms, cafeteria. And we'll finish off with your dorms—" 

"Sorry... if I'm a little confused here," Uma interjected with a smirk, stepping forward, not sorry in the slightest.

But you didn't let it shake you, your expression remaining indifferent even as she stepped further and further into your space, until her face was about an inch away from yours.

She was feeling you out, testing your boundaries to see how far she could push you.

And you saw right through it.

'Don't give her a reaction. That's what she wants.'

"But last I checked, lil' Benny Boo was the king of this place," she searched your eyes, looking for any sort of fear or reservation, pleasantly surprised when she found none. "So how are you gonna be the queen of anything? Unless you steal him from Mal."

Your eyes, not leaving hers for a moment, looked her up and down, "You'd think being surrounded by tentacles would give someone a sense of personal space..."

Uma smiled, amused, giving a nod to the decent burn.

"Maldonia is too far from Auradon's borders to be considered a part of it, but with our family history, Beast allowed the exception. So my parents still rule as king and queen... a role I will inherit soon."

Both Harry and Gil glanced at each other, warily, before turning back to the scene before them.

The tension was rolling off you both in waves, and they were genuinely shocked by your lack of fear.

Besides Mal, no one ever had the guts to insult Uma to her face, VK or not.

But to see you do it so plainly, as if it was the simplest thing in the world, only added further to Harry's curiosity, his stomach doubling down on the churning.

"Guess frogs really are quick with their tongues..." Uma grinned, stepping past you, roughly bumping your shoulder as she walked away.

Internally, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, your shoulders dropping ever so slightly.

"Uma, wait up!" Gil realized, quickly running after her.

Leaving only one behind.

Slowly, you turned to the pirate, only to see that he was already stalking closer, eyeing you like a predator eyes its prey.

It made your heart leap in your throat, forcing you to swallow it back down.

"You..." he drawled, now standing a breath away, his hook slowly coming up to caress your cheek.

You steeled yourself, refusing to show any weakness as his eyes glided over your face.

Your soft, smooth, surprisingly warm face.

 "You, my wee lamb, are—"

"Harry!" Uma called, her tone leaving no room for argument.

He let out a heavy sigh, slightly deflating, before flashing you a little wink, strutting off after his captain.

And once you were sure he was out of earshot, you exhaled, running a tired hand through your hair.

'This... is gonna be a long day...'

"Wow... you look like shit," Miranda smirked, her voice seemingly coming out of nowhere.

Though, without even looking, you could already tell she had on her signature cocky grin, no doubt leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

No matter the situation, you could always trust your roommate to bring a light, sardonic energy to the room—a trait courtesy of her mother, Megara.

"My head is killing me," you groaned, sprawled out on your bed, your chemistry textbook draped over your face.

You were supposed to be studying for a test you had coming up, but after the day you had, just thinking about reading made you feel like you were going to faint.

"The new VKs must've been extra wild if they got you of all people down and out like this," she marveled, shutting the door and tugging her hair out of its messy half-up half-down. "What happened?"

"What didn't happen," you sighed, moving the book and sitting up. "Gil wandered away and got lost about five times before we even made it to the cafeteria. The few times Uma opened her mouth was to make frog jokes. And Harry, ugh. Don't even get me started..."

Miranda's brow cocked at the last bit, but she held in a comment—which was huge for her—and settled on taking a seat at her vanity, listening intently as she brushed her hair.

"He just would not stop hovering over me the entire time. Like if I took a step in any direction, I'd bump right into him. And the staring. He'd look at me like... like... I don't know what!"

In your frustration, you grabbed a pillow, face planting into its plushness before letting out a long groan.

"Easy, tiger," Miranda chuckled, swirling her chair around to face you. "You stop to think that the guy might have a crush on you?"

You scoffed, lifting your head to give her an incredulous look, "You starting a comedy career?"

"Hardy, har," she rolled her eyes, "I'm serious, (n/n). I know men, and if what you just told me is true, then he's got it bad."

"Bad or not, I don't have time for him. I have too much on my plate."

Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself once more, before standing up and grabbing your book, plopping yourself down at your desk.

"I have a chemistry test to study for, and then I have to prepare the agenda for my student council meeting. I have to make up my math test on Thursday 'cause of my trip to Maldonia. And then I have to pick up the ingredients for the beignets for the faculty's annual Books and Brunch get together. Not to mention I have to hit up Evie for my consultation for Castlecoming—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Miranda slowed you down, standing up and heading over to you, already able to tell you were getting ready for a spiral.

There were times when she forgot just how much of a chronic workaholic you could be.

Like mother, like daughter.

You were easily the hardest working person she knew, and she'd known you since your freshman year when you both were first bunked together.

But that also meant she knew you had been going hard and strong for four straight years.

And, call it fate or intuition—or her status as a demigod—but she had a feeling it was not going to bode well for you.

"That's a whole lot of... lot. Maybe you could push some things back, or outsource some help?"

"No way," you shook your head, flipping through the chemistry pages. "I have a certain caliber of work that people hold me to. Outsourcing that will just muddle my reputation."

"Well your certain caliber of work is what's gonna be the cause of you having high blood pressure at eighteen."

You sighed, shoulders dropping as you turned to her, sincerely, "My mother always says that the things you want won't just come to you. You have to work for them... and that's what I'm doing."

"And wasn't it also your mother who learned at the end of her story that it's okay to take a break once in a while?" Miranda cocked a brow.

She got you there.

You paused a moment, suddenly unsure, while the demigoddess was hit with her best idea yet.

"Look," she smiled, resting her hands on your shoulders as she lowered her chin to rest on your head. "Jay's hosting a little kickback in the quad later tonight. Nothing too crazy, just a couple people taking it easy, listening to some music. I think you should come with me."

"Miri, you know I can't—"

"It'll just be for an hour or two," she assured, a small whine to her voice. "You'll get a little break from your crazy schedule, a chance to relax, and when the time is up, you can run right back up here and study to your heart's content."

You sighed, taking a moment to think.

She drove a hard bargain... and you supposed a break would make you more productive for when you came back...

Looking in the mirror, you glanced at Miranda's face, only to find that she was already staring at you, her two sparkling amethysts the spitting image of her mother as she put on her best puppy dog eyes.

'Goddamn it.'

She knew you couldn't say no to the eyes.

You let out a groan, running a tired hand through your hair, "Fine."

"Yes!" she cheered, practically spawning next to her closet. "You won't regret it! And I have a dress perfect for you that'll knock Harry's socks off!"

"MIRI!"

"I'm just sayin'!"

Ashidanza - Wow/Amazing