What's my name?

harry is not one for hesitation. harry is angry waves hitting the shore, he is a thunderstorm. he’s impulsive and reckless… and nervous. but uma… uma was divine, she was that which he’d always longed to reach, and she always seemed so close, so close he could almost  — and that was that. always an almost. always a dream. she looks as uncertain as he feels, it makes him smile. all these new things that await them, but they have each other. captain and first mate.

“aye aye, captain.” his voice is low, but full of adoration as he takes her face in his hands. none of his characteristic aggression is present, he touches her as if she might turn to dust in his hands. she’s precious. when their lips meet, slow and deliberate, it’s the wind on his face, the smell of the sea. she tastes a bit like seasalt. and all this time he’s waited for this moment feels like a very small price to pay for the feeling of her skin against his. he whispers her name, repeats it over and over when their lips part to breathe before reconnecting again. this is better than any adventure, better than any treasure. he’d sail every ocean for the chance to kiss her.

Uma has never been more grateful for Harry’s lack of hesitation to do things than she is in this very moment. She isn’t certain that she would’ve been able to muster up the courage to do so on her own. She likes to play confident, and at times she can almost believe that she is. But that’s for moments where her crew, her friends, are involved-when they need her to be the unflappable Captain. This is much more intimate, and infinitely more personal. Completely uncharted territory for her. Harry can have anyone he wants, people on the Isle were always practically clamouring for his attention-but thanks to Mal, very few people wanted anything to do with Shrimpy. Especially in that way.

“we were mostly just followin’ yer lead, captain. but we did good, didn’t we?” his smile lingers for a couple seconds, before he sobers up. with the mood change, he shifts his body so that he’s sitting again, making the situation slightly less intimate. now that there’s no one else here, there’s no need for harry to keep up the act. this is the harry only uma gets to see.

THIS is the most exciting new territory they’ve yet to tread on. as if it’s a secret that harry has feelings for uma. as if it’s a secret that hes so hopelessly devoted. that he’d do anything for her. but it was different back in the isle. dangerous to let this be more than a joke between allies  — not even friends. but they could be friends now… they could be anything they wanted to, like she’d said.

harry’s caught somewhere between excitement and blind terror. it’s not what he feels that scares him, but the possiblity that maybe after all, she doesn’t feel the same. and if she does, what then? what are they supposed to do? it’s not like they’ve had good examples of what a couple is. it’s not like harry knows  — really, truly understands  — what love is. he just knows that whatever it is, it surely can’t be as strong as what he feels for uma. “aye. if ye wanted me to, i would’ve.” he shrugs, attempting to sound nonchalant. “allow me to remind ye, captain, of the many, many attempts there’s been in the past. i’ve been quite transparent. it’s up to you now, really.”

Uma nods when he asks if they did good. “You did.” She murmurs sincerely, sitting up as well. She can only stay lying down for so long before it starts to get uncomfortable. Back on the Isle, they couldn’t be anything more than crewmates without the risk of getting in trouble. But now, finally free of that place, they can be whatever they want.

The thought is absolutely thrilling.

seeing uma like this is a first. feeling like this is a first. of course not every moment in the isle was miserable, but harry’s never seen his captain smile so brigthly. he likes it. she looks like she was meant to be smiling all along. and for a moment, a flash of anger tarnishes the scene. they stole this from her. stole the lives they should’ve had. harry looks away in an attempt to hide his gaze.   normally blue as a forget me not flower, but light up red when plunging his hook into a victim, just like his father. he always wondered if it happened when he simply thought about hooking someone… or if it happened at all. he liked to think that it did.

it’s hard to say who the target of harry’s anger was. their parents, ursula and captain hook? for condemning them to their same fate as prisoners? or perhaps the king? who knew they had done nothing wrong and yet had let them rot in the isle, paying for their parents crimes  — it was always gonna be like this, wasn’t it? he would grow and change, but he’d always carry that anger inside him. 

his smile returns at the mention of all that there is to enjoy now. all the wonderful firsts that await them. “yes, and it’s all thanks to ye, uma. these royal sods would never have paid any attention to us if it weren’t for ye.” he lifts himself up on one elbow to look at her. if she wanted him to, he’d lean down and press his lips to hers. instead, he lets out an obnoxiously loud sound, half laughter, half bark. “can ye believe it! WE’RE gettin’ real beds! and endless supplies of fresh food! none of that crap ye make… no offense.”

Sure, she could be angry at their parents, at the King and Queen of Auradon. But what good would that do? It wouldn’t erase what they had already endured. The best thing to do now is to move on, start fresh. Embrace the new beginning that they’d reached out and taken for themselves..

Uma feels her cheeks burn at his praise. She refuses to take all the credit for herself. She’s just one young woman. At the end of the day, without her crew, her friends, that’s all she is. And she says as much to him. “I couldn’t have done it without you and Gil, Harry.” The thought that he could kiss her if she asked him to thrills her, but she isn’t certain she can muster up the courage to ask him to do something so intimate.

the excitement of the party has long since died down, but the remains still lie all around them in the shape of multi-colored confetti. they’re sitting in the very spot where mal stood to bring down the barrier, their feet dangling from the edge. it’s so surreal, to look at the isle from afar. it looks as suffocating as it felt while he was trapped there. but it’s still home, and that’s what it always will be. 

harry stretches his back before letting himself lie down. he’s never seen the stars before. not like this, at least. without the constant presence of a dark, gloomy cloud in the way. second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning. he lets his hand hover in front of him, in the vague direction of said star. was neverland anything like auradon? how distorted was the story harry knew? how polluted by the hatred and frustration his father felt?

he yawns as he lets his hand fall to his chest, “what now, captain?” with his belly full for the first time, harry could sleep right there. he’s spent many nights under the night sky   —  but they’ve been promised beds. REAL beds that are soft and warm and meant to be slept in. “do we pillage and plunder? or are we really settling down, becoming bore-adon people?”

@whxtsmyname

To say that Uma was over the moon with happiness would be an understatement. This was more than she could’ve ever hoped for, even in her happiest, wildest dreams. When she still allowed herself to dream about better lives for themselves, that was. There was something amazing about sitting on the Auradon side, their feet dangling over the edge, looking at the Isle. She was so used to looking at Auradon from the Isle that the reverse was strange.

But in a good way.

The way I play her, in the final number/final scenes, she is not wearing that ridiculous, frilly skirted number. She’s wearing the same outfit she was for the rest of the movie.

Because for Uma, thematically, her canon finale outfit makes absolutely zero sense to me-plain and simple.