FOLLOWING THE LEADER

     the moment light hit his face, the pirate let out a soft curse under his breath, trying his best to cover himself up to avoid being fully awaken. at least, that was the plan before the blanket was torn off of him. “fucking ‘ell,” he grumbled, eyes blinking as he began to push himself into a sitting position. the idea of having a personal butler had certainly been endearing at the time, but harry hadn’t realized just everything that had come along with it. not that he would, at least considering where he had grown up. this was still a lot to take in. 

    brushing his messy hair back, he peered curiously at philippe, still doing his best to fully wake up. “ye know, never really get why ye spend so much time goin’ over all o’ the clothes in there. ain’t changed since ye started all o’ this.” and it wasn’t going to change, not if harry had a say in the matter. just because he was king of auradon now didn’t mean he was going to change any of his clothing or style. “’sides, i’m more interested in jus’ staying in bed today.”

“i stare in hopes that it might change magically.” he admitted with a soft sigh, pulling out a worn coat, his torn shirt and some leather pants. “a proper king needs proper attire, your majesty.” philippe turned to look at him, walking over and lying out the outfit gently on the bed at his feet. “at least get new clothing. all these are so dirty and worn out, mon cheri.” crystal hues looked over at him as he smoothed out the lace cravat on his own outfit. always looking his best. a nobleman in silks. 

the rain seemed to be extra hard this day. gloom and depressing. it seemed to be most of the life in auradon these days. slipping from the shadows, the male found himself into a familiar tavern. the main rendezvous that was chosen for the exchange. soon though, they’d need to change locations. pulling the hood of his cloak down, philippe found himself upstairs in the tavern, heading to the darkened table in the back. slowly sitting down opposite someone, he pulled out a sealed letter ( the seal of the de dupont noble family closing it ) and slipped it across the table. “i don’t think i can continue this...” he spoke softly, a look of exhaustion on the male’s face. he didn’t know how long he could keep the ruse- having been using his body to distract the ‘king’. “he’s not a stupid as people think.... and uma is dangerous...”

                    IMMA TAKE YOU BACK TO CHURCH

              king harry hook @thefirstmate && philippe de dupont

his eyes shined with a wickedness. 

                                        TITTY CROISSANT

The sound of footsteps echo through the empty museum, no attempts at stealth being made. Deemed unnecessary given the new order of things in Auradon. A thought that brought forth a wicked grin. One that only grew with the hint of a glimmer out of the corner of her eye. “Well, well, well…what do we have here,” the thief purred out, digging through a bit of debris only to be rewarded with her prize. Bejeweled tiara in hand, she turned only to discover she had company. Without missing a beat, the piece was place atop her own head. “Be honest, how do I look?”

philippe wished to preserve the history of auradon. so when the museum was destroyed, he felt his heart fall at that moment. he had spent countless nights, rummaging through the debris to find the priceless histories. many had been stolen but he had managed to find many and secure them away. but he hadn’t found what he really came for. when she dared place the queen mother’s tiara on her head; a rage over came him. one not befitting a butler. “you look like a thief. give me the crown.” his hand fell onto the hilt of his dagger- one that he used to protect king ben and now king harry.

he was sore. fuck. he was so sore. the soreness had awoken him early than he needed. but it gave him a chance to write a report to the rebellion and sending it out in trusted hands before the royal couple could wake. he needed to find ben. he needed to find the royal parents. seeing as the sun peered through the lace curtains of his room, he stood from his chair. he’d need to visit his father again soon in the dungeon. he was just glad that his mother was able to swindle in becoming a maid again. 

“ just promise you’ll make it   good enough that i scream .   promise me that , baby .. ”

                     her words are mumbled against his lips , hand in his hair                      pulling tighter as she tilts her hips before continuing to ride                      his lap . wanting to change the sensation for him , break him                      into losing . lips latching onto the spot under his ear , biting                      at the skin before continuing to to sing her song . mouthing                      his neck , leaving trails of bites and wet marks in her wake .

“ you don’t have to trust me ..   you just have to give in to it .   it’ll feel euphoric once you do . ”

“ oh , love .. really ? you’d be   gentle with me ? make it feel   good so it doesn’t hurt me ? ”

                      she asks , mocking his words before continuing to sing ,                       hips working eagerly against his . wondering just how                       much he could take before he blew it . her song worked                       harder as she crooned louder . hand trailing up and down                       his side before grasping his hair and pulling him up so                       she can crash her lips against his in a kiss . wanting to                       seal the deal and finalize her attempts in taking over .

“ well i’m singing my siren song ,   and i’m not eating your heart .   am i? you’re liking it .. say so . ”

theodore nodded, trusting the pirate’s word since the fish smelled fine to him from what he could tell when the barrel was opened. the former hound had an excellent sense of smell and he knew that there would be no question about the smell of bad fish, he barely tolerated the smell of fresh fish. “ cool, the truck is refrigerated so they’ll be fine on the way back, ” he explained, pausing when he took the crate.

“ thanks ! ” he smiled brightly, unable to resist admiring the other male’s strength. it also made it apparent that he was very shirtless and theodore quickly moved around him to grab one of the barrels. it was a bit awkward to carry but years of farm labor gave him enough strength to hoist it onto his shoulder. “ um i’m just gonna take this to the truck. there’s one more crate so i’ll be back,” he spoke quickly, keeping his head down to hide his heated face.

– & Blade flips up into the air casually before she’s catching it tip between fingers, a skill that she’d honed after years on a ship; years surrounded by other pirates. Uma’s mood however, is nothing close to casual and relaxed. The anger wafts from her in thunderous waves, eyes ablaze with magic as she threatens her way through the streets. Someone stumbles a little too close to her and suddenly Uma’s turning on them like a cheetah against a gazelle; loud snarl as knife is pointed directly at them. Their brisk apology sounds amongst scurried foot falls, jaw tensing as QUEEN returns back to her path, intention of finding perch back by the docks for the night. 

 Melodic words interrupt the pilgrimage once more, a solid attempt to ignore it goes in vain as the presence seems intent on disrupting the new monarch’s silence. Until something of interest drops from the lips of the person behind her; piquing interest in seconds. In an instant boots swivel and Uma’s frame is twisting to face the other, eyes alight to match the suddenly interested smile. “I’m sorry – you want to run that by me again?”

a long night of drinking had arthur stumbling through auradon city. he had first stopped by the tavern to gather some intel, hearing a group of aks were going to be there. and he needed some more good things to turn into uma and harry. he needed some leverage to wiggle in close to them. was he being pathetic? possibly. he didn’t care. but he had managed to drink a little too much rum and gather nothing. “yo ho yo ho... a pirates... life.. for me...” he sang as he stumbled the streets. fuck. that was a good song. and the only one his dad even knew... and it was slurred at that even when he did get a song from ol’ jack. 

he could spot the beautiful locks of uma from a mile away. yes. this was your time, arthur. throwing his bottle to the side and quickly making an attempt to fix his messy hair, he strutted up to uma. “lookin good, lass.” he said, only to get an actual response. wow. he didn’t know that would work. his eyes fluttered to the side for a moment. docks. a sly charming smile. “ya know... the pearl is always open to ya, my lady. she’s a fickle mistress but she aint’ going anywhere..”

“ more perversion than one   would find on a pirate ship ?   i don’t believe you . you’ll   have to prove it to me , art . ”

                       her head lowers down , lips brushing over his ear before                        she exhales a sweet moan . hips beginning rock against                        his as she begins to sing . a simple , sweet melody set to                        invade his mind . wanting to ensnare him , letting her body                        press against his to keep him from paying much attention                        to her song . guiding his hands up the flat of her stomach .

“ what did they tell you , love ?   that it’s dangerous ? it’s not .   just heightens the pleasure   . ”

“prove it to ya? now i’m not opposed to deflowering, lass. but i don’t think ya could handle me.” he simply chuckled. the hips rocking against him made a long moan leave him, his cock twitching. oh great. and now he has a boner. he started to feel--- funny. he thought it was just all his blood rushing to his dick. nothing new. he laid back, his hips bucking up into her. “they are not to mess with, me dad used to say. dangerous. they will eat ya heart out... and i believe me dad....”

“ i guess you have a lot to   to teach me then . given   i’ve never even been in a   brothel before . tell me ? ”

                        it’s so easy to play the innocent girl . a flutter of her                         lashes , an excited and soft gasp as her hand smears                         the thick , white liquid on his stomach . rubbing in small                         circles , letting her hand go lower and lower down his                         body . capturing her lower lip , she ceased her touch to                         pull down the straps of her dress ; revealing the tops of                         pale white shoulders . watching his face most intently .

“ have you ever heard a   mermaid sing before ?   it’s quite beautiful … ”