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Tweak says, "Yes, we all know what he did."

Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-11-08 18:25:00

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!ageplot, inactive: harry hook, inactive: mal bertha

WHO Hook and Mal
WHAT. Telling her he isn't a wee little sprog anymore
WHEN. this evening
WHERE. alleyway
WARNINGS. Swearing, aggresive kissing, though totes pg-13.
STATUS. complete

Goodland and the Entity could take a long walk off a short plank for all Harry cared at the moment. People had seen him at one of his more vulnerable stages of life. First friends forever. He remembered everything he did as a snot-nosed sprog in Goodland. Those memories were clashing violently against his actual childhood memories. He had actually experienced fun here. Those moments were jarring compared to his actual childhood. Everything was so annoying and loud in his head. Uma wasn’t around to calm things down with her words. The Sea Witch had a way of lulling him into near calm. When he was a little too out of control she just gave him a hard hair tug to ground him.

His teeth bit into the side of his nail as he tried not to jiggle his leg too much as he leaned against the alleyway wall. She walked this way, she had to on her way home from work, so this wasn’t a pointless place to wait. Soon enough he heard her distinctive footsteps. Harry pulled his thumb from his mouth and moved closer to the mouth of the alleyway. A flash of purple was all he needed to reach out and hook an arm around Mal’s waist. He yanked her into the alley with him.

“Mal,” he breathed out like a prayer. He needed something to anchor him in this moment. What he did next might earn him a punch to the gut, but he didn’t care. Harry didn’t wait for her to really say a lot before he covered her mouth with his. This wasn’t the tender kiss he had given her after the snow race, no, this was emotional and desperate. This was Harry looking for solid ground in the middle of a hurricane.

Harry eventually pulled back with a faint gasp. He leaned back against the alleyway wall, not quite letting go of her yet, and tipped his head up so he could stare up towards the sky. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, aye?”

She was engaged to the King of Auradon. She was engaged to the King of Auradon and his thoughts were starting to act like a calm sea.

It had been a hell of a few days and she’d found herself lost in thought on more than one occasion. She hated it, every second of it and attempts to distract herself were proving less than helpful. She would never admit it, even if her life depended on it, but he had gotten into her head. Falling on top of him, the kiss, the way he looked at the masquerade - it was all floating in her mind despite her best efforts to push them out. What did any of it mean? Was she just going crazy? There were, of course, answers to the questions that she had but none of them were anything that she cared for, so they couldn’t be right. Crazy was a better option than those answers.

Mal hated not being in control, not having a firm grasp on things. In one moment that was meant to be a punishment, everything that she thought she knew seemed to change. She was in love with Ben, she was marrying Ben...wasn’t she? She’d found herself sitting on her bed, looking down at her ring and playing with it more than once. She’d never been with anyone before him, didn’t even really know what love felt like. It had never been on her radar, more concerned with causing trouble and trying to live up to her name and mother’s expectations on the Isle. There was no time for love and she’d had her doubts that it even existed on the Isle on the first place. Was what she had with Ben real? No, of course it was. True love’s kiss and all that. That was never wrong. Yet here she was, questioning it. Questioning everything that had once been set in stone, once made her so happy.

Even though she hated the thoughts running through her head, hated the feelings that she was having, tried to ignore them...it felt wrong to wear that ring until she had a much clearer picture of what she wanted. She’d taken it off and placed it in her bedside drawer for the time being. Almost immediately, she could feel pressure being lifted from her. Here, she wasn’t a queen-to-be. She was just Mal. A thought had crossed her mind that, unlike with Ben, she’d never felt like she had to be anything she wasn’t with Harry. He’d call her out on it if she even tried, most likely. One more thing to add to the list of I Don’t Know What This Means and It’s Pissing Me Off.

She was actually grateful for Goodland’s trickery this time. It gave her something else to focus on - more specifically, a little Harry Hook. It was interesting to her how different he was then. Mal knew that she had always been...well, the way she was, even as a child. Harry was so much more innocent, though and it made her wonder what he might be like had his father not been a complete horse’s ass. Or if he hadn’t been stuck on the Isle, for that matter. She’d already felt for him, knowing what his past had been like but after seeing him as a child, it only made her heart ache for him more. She felt like she understood him a little better, on a different level now. And it made her angrier at herself for ever thinking that cutting off the Isle was a good idea, dooming more kids like him to a similar fate. That was something she would never forgive herself for.

As she walked home from work, her mind was actually clear of any of the thoughts that had been plaguing it. She was thinking about what to eat for dinner, checking up on little Harry, maybe seeing if he wanted to come over and draw or something. Walking past one of the usual alleys, her eyes widened when she was grabbed and she immediately thought the worst, clenching her fists and getting ready to put up one hell of a fight - until she saw who it was. Confused at his sudden aging up, she managed to get out a, “Harry?” before his lips were on hers.

Her confusion only grew at the need she felt behind the kiss, different from the almost...sweet? one they’d shared in the snow. It had completely thrown her for a loop, knocking her metaphorically on her ass. She placed her hands on his chest, fully intent on pushing him away but instead found herself grasping at his shirt, green eyes still wide. Her heart beat like a drum inside her chest, so loud and hard that she was sure it had to be visible through her own clothes. A warmth radiated up through her neck and cheeks - Ben had never kissed her like this, which was a terrible thought to have in the moment.

When he pulled away, she stared at him, mouth hanging slightly open, breathing heavier. She tried to form words but found that she couldn’t, instead licking her lips and swallowing hard, swallowing down all the things that could be said but she didn’t have a voice for. Biting her lip for a moment, she watched him - unable to take her eyes off him, really - before finally asking quietly, “So then why did you?”

A broken laugh escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Harry breathed hard through his nose as he flexed his fingers against her waist. “I dinnae,” he finally managed to say. “My thoughts… they were roaring and I needed-” He swallowed as a means to buy himself time to get his words in order. “There was-is a storm in me head. I knew ye’d calm it, I could- do trust ye enough to stop the storm.”

Being a child hadn’t been the worst thing ever, but it was the memories he was stuck with that were messing him up. “I got… I experienced wut life was like as a child not shackled by the Isle. I was out from under the shadow of me father. Do ye know Hope told me it was okay to talk how I wanted? I played on a sodding swingset and I made my first real friend. Mal, I’m drowning in me own head. I told people things I never would have if I wasn’t some wee sprog blinded by actually being cared about.”

He wrapped his arms around her tighter as if he was afraid she was going to run off.

“Yer gettin’ married. Gonna be the fecking Queen of the Isle and Auradon and ye were the first person I bloody thought of when I knew I was losing it. I’m fecked,” he laughed again. This situation was so messed up. Davey Jones was going to come and take his soul one of these days and he wouldn’t exactly stop him. For so long Harry had trailed after Uma, worshiped her, only really thought of her, and now? Now, well, he had kissed Mal twice.

“I hate ye,” he informed her before he pulled her in for another kiss. He hated what she was doing to him, the fact she could calm his thoughts now, and the whole bit where he had sought her out after turning back into his current age. She was someone else’s treasure. He may have been a pirate, but there were some treasures even pirates didn’t steal from other people. There was an honor code they had amongst themselves and he was skirting the rules extremely hard. Harry, as a child had followed each word as if it was gospel, but older Harry had often done what he wanted within reason, but he had never outright stolen someone like her. Up until now, he had wanted to do something like that.

“I hate ye so much,” he said against her lips before he scraped his teeth over her lip.

He was drowning again, but a different type of drowning.

Harry dug his fingers into the back of her shirt, not caring she probably had never experienced a kiss quite like this. He doubted King Benny Boo could be anything wild.

She couldn’t explain how it made her feel to hear that he trusted her, to have him wrap his arms around her tighter. All she knew was that she liked it, letting herself be pulled closer to him. Tilting her head to the side, she moved her hand tentatively from his chest to rest against his cheek. Swallowing hard, the words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could even help herself, “Harry...I will always be here to calm the storm.” Once they were out and floating in the air around them, she realized that she’d really never meant anything more. She was always going to be there for him, no matter what and whether he liked it or not. It was something she had been doing despite herself ever since they’d arrived. Sure, she’d given him his space, afraid of scaring him off like a wild animal but she was always watching, keeping an eye on him, trying to distract him. The answers to her questions were becoming more and more obvious, harder to deny.

Frustration was bubbling up inside of her - frustration of several different kinds, some she’d never really felt before. How could she have let this happen? This was Harry Hook and he was making her stomach do more flip flops than Ben ever had. He’d made her care about him, made her want to keep him safe from himself. She’d seen different sides to him, things that she never saw on the Isle or would have cared to see in the first place. Somehow he had wormed his way in and found a soft spot, the worst part being that none of it had been intentional on his part. She knew that. He wasn’t trying to make her give a damn about him, it was something that just...happened. She cared about Harry Hook. She…felt something for Harry Hook. What a complete and total mess it was.

Mal wanted to hate him, wanted to curse him for putting these thoughts in her head, these feelings in her chest. She wanted to blame him for it all, to accuse him of just wanting to mess up her life. The truth was, life here with Harry was probably the least messed up it had ever been for her. For either of them, really. They could be themselves, make up for lost time on the Isle. They could simply just exist and, though this place had its share of weirdness and some things better left forgotten, they were allowed to be happy. As his lips pressed to hers once again, she realized something - Harry made her happy, made this place a better place to be for her. Though they still hadn’t quite been able to say they were friends, they were there for each other when it mattered. They were the only ones here that knew what they had been through, that had those shared experiences together.

Her hand moved to the back of his neck and her eyes fell shut as she kissed him back this time, trying to work out all the conflicting feelings inside her through that one kiss. She was angry that she couldn’t find it in her to be angry, confused by every happy and positive thing that she felt, and other feelings that she couldn’t quite place. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against his, goosebumps forming on her skin as she felt his teeth against her lip and heard him say once again, I hate ye.

Opening her eyes to look into his, her breathing still heavy, she murmured against his lips, “fuck you” before kissing him again, her fingers raking up through his hair, fingers tugging at his shirt as she pressed him back against the wall of the alleyway. Part of her was screaming to stop, what the hell was she doing?! while the other part cheered her on, urged her on, drowning out the part that was all but begging her not to go there. It was too late, Mal had already gone.

Harry couldn’t help laughing into the kiss she initiated at her word choice. Fuck you. The laughter died quickly as he deepened the kiss without a second thought. How could he not when she started this? She was surprising him with how confident she was suddenly being with him. Fingers in his hair was a weakness he wasn't ashamed to show. He made a happy noise against her lips before pushing the kiss further. She was the calm before the storm he was chasing, the siren that would most likely drown him, and he didn't care.

When he had to finally pull away for air he found himself giving a dazed laugh. It seemed on of his hands had made it under her shirt so it was pressed against the flesh of her lower back. He ran his thumb back and forth as he tried to get the proper amount of air in his lungs.

"Well then," he rasped slightly. "The wicked things I'd like ta do to ye… I think it best we stop now, Mal." Harry didn't actually want to stop snogging her in an alleyway. No, he wanted to keep on doing what they were doing, but the amount of emotions she met his with? Well, that was a path he wasn't sure Mal was ready to tumble down. He pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw, just below her ear. What weird thoughts he was having. The angry, chaotic ones were silent as he realized he didn't want to push her too far in this place. Well, no, he did, but he actually cared how she felt. That was unsettling.

The alleyway hardly bothered him, what with him growing up on the Isle. He doubted it bothered her either, but he still held onto some of the manners had his father had beat into him.

"I dinnae think you can handle this going further so why don't we just head back to the apartments, yeah? Watch a movie or some shite." Harry wasn't actually trying to challenge her, he was merely distracted by trailing his fingers down her back before shifting his hands to slide them into the back pockets of her pants. His words said one thing, things that could spark her stubborn side, and his actions were clearly saying something else. He had always been a person that was physical, something Uma and Gil had no issues putting up with, but this was Mal. Mal who held everyone at arm's length for so long.

"I also need ta have some very awkward conversations with people," he winced faintly at the thought. "Let em know I aged up and all that. I… may have told ye first."

She had never really felt this way before, had these urges and thoughts. Even with Ben, anything beyond sharing a few kisses and cuddling had been the furthest thing from her mind. It was a little overwhelming, to want someone in that way for the first time. And god, she had to finally admit to herself that she did want Harry. It was so much easier to deny when they weren't pressed against each other, making out in an alleyway. When she didn't know what his lips felt like against hers and his fingers weren't brushing against her skin, making her shiver. It was the answer to all the questions plaguing her that she had ignored, pushed back into the depths of her mind because it couldn't possibly be true, because she hated the idea with every fiber of her being. She wanted him, cared about him, felt something for him. There was no way she could deny any of that anymore.

There was a moment of panic at the realizations, something that likely showed on her face, but it was quickly quelled when he pressed his lips against her jaw, a sigh escaping her lips as she tilted her head to the side. Her heart pounded faster at the mention of the wicked things he would do to her and she found herself desperate to know what they were. Desperate for him. It was dizzying, everything that she was feeling. She felt like she was going to explode, not enough room in her small frame to feel everything as profoundly as she did. It was a stark contrast from the girl who only let herself feel anger for so long, afraid and ashamed of anything else.

A blush crept up into her cheeks when he mentioned going further, something that may have gone over her head not too long ago now hitting her directly in the face. Mal suddenly felt a little embarrassed at her lack of experience - embarrassed and a little annoyed that he didn't think she could handle it. More conflicting feelings that made her even more frustrated with herself. "I can handle it," she found herself blurting out, swallowing hard as she glanced away from him, another shiver running through her body as his fingers continued to brush against her skin. "I mean, you've probably already figured out that I haven't --" She let out a huff, both hands resting against his chest now as her eyes returned their gaze to his. "That doesn't mean that I don't want to." Pausing for a second, she pressed her hips forward in response as his hands slid into her pockets. "With you," she added, running her hands down his chest.

Jaw clenched slightly, she loathed admitting what she was about to but it was better than having him think she couldn't handle it. "You're the first person that's ever made me think about it," she said quickly. "No one's ever kissed me like that before or said my name the way you did. I'd have to be dead to not --" She stopped herself, feeling her face growing warmer with each word and cursing her pale skin for likely making it all the more obvious. "But maybe you're right," she conceded, one hand resting on his hip while the other made its way back up his body to rest at the back of his neck once more. "Maybe..." Mal leaned in, her lips barely brushing against his. "We should stop..." Tilting her head to the side, she kissed him, letting her eyes fall shut as she grasped the bottom of his shirt. There was a force behind her kiss that she hoped let him know that she was serious, not simply being stubborn or contrary because it was him and potentially getting herself into something that she would regret. Opening her eyes and pulling back slightly, she met his again and continued, "Watch a movie, hang out. You can have your awkward conversations." She couldn't help but laugh a little, raising an eyebrow at him. "Hell of a way to tell someone you aren't a little kid anymore, by the way."

Harry blinked faintly when Mal blurted out the fact she could handle going further. That actually caught him slightly off guard. Well, no, if he thought about it he had challenged her in a way and she was all about being the winner. She had always been competitive to the point of annoying. He bit his lower lip to stop any sounds escaping him at the movement of her hips into his. Right, he was going to have to be a bit more careful in situations like this. His restraint wasn’t exactly top-notch. He pursed his lips into a line as he listened to her confession of sorts. She was engaged and it was supposed to be True Love. Her kiss had broken the spell on Ben, but she had never felt like this towards Ben? That was going to be one lackluster marriage. Harry didn’t think himself a romantic and even he had to question the picture-perfect relationship that Mal and Ben had.

A faint hum of agreement escaped him at the ghost-like kiss she gave him. That hum turned into a completely different sound thanks to the second kiss. It took all of his bloody willpower to keep his hands in her back pockets. Though, it was safe to say he did grip her rather perfect behind as they kissed. By Evil, he wanted to move his hands and do something completely wicked in this alleyway. It would be so easy to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist. Somehow he managed to stop himself from doing something like, but he couldn’t stop the growl that escaped him when she ended the kiss.

He let the back of his head hit the alleyway wall again as he let out a few choice swearwords. “Yer a bloody siren,” he accused her as he pulled his hands free of her back pockets. With a quick motion, he hooked a finger through a belt loop on the front of her pants. He gave a faint tug as he leaned down to bite her lower lip.

“Whose apartment are we going back ta?” He had more roommates than her and he honestly didn’t know much about her roomie. “Best we watch the movie alone. I plan on just sending out a text or two.” Harry spun her around as if to say it was time they left the alley. He couldn’t quite help himself as he took the opportunity to lean his mouth close to her ear. His hands found their way into her front pockets as he grinned wickedly.

“Ye realize,” he let his lips brush her ear as he spoke. “I will hook anyone else that tries to kiss you, dinnae ye? I dinnae share well.”

Mal didn’t mind the way he grabbed her during their kiss, finding that it only urged her on and sent her mind places it had never been before. Having never really thought about it before, that also meant that she didn’t have thoughts of what it would be like, how it would feel, whether she should be nervous or not; where, how, or when it should happen. She’d had no delusions of ever finding someone to love or marry, to experience any of these things with and she’d been fine with that. She never imagined what falling in love would be like, fantasized about her wedding. It had all seemed silly to her - stupid and pointless. It didn’t help that her mother was always in her ear, telling her how love made you weak and if there was one thing she couldn’t be, it was weak.

Auradon had changed everything, opened up her heart to things that she didn’t think existed before. If there was anything she could take away from her relationship with Ben, from her friendship with Evie, Jay, and Carlos, it was that. Caring about people wasn’t weak, the way she was acting before was what was really weak. Pushing people away, wanting to hurt others. It was all a grand act to hide the way she was really feeling inside - afraid of never being bad enough, of letting her mother down. That hadn’t changed much, she still feared letting people down. It was an awful feeling, one of the worst ones she’d ever felt. She didn’t feel like that was possible here, though - at least not as probable as it was back home. She didn’t have to make the hard choices, eyes weren’t on her all the time. Maybe that was why everything that was happening was happening now, because she was actually allowing herself to feel more things and wasn’t distracted by a million other outside forces. It was just her and Harry most of the time.

All she could do was shrug at his accusation, not exactly denying it and truthfully, finding it a bit complimentary. Letting herself be tugged, she grinned as he bit her lip, fingers twisting around the bottom of his shirt. “And you’re completely innocent. Didn’t pull me into an alley and kiss me or anything like that,” she teased before he turned her around, a frown appearing on her lips. They certainly couldn’t stay that way in the alley forever and one of their apartments would be much more comfortable, but the sudden lack of her body against his made her feel alone and vulnerable - the latter being one of her other least favorite feelings. “Mine. Fewer people, if you want to watch alone.”

Her frown soon changed to a smirk as she felt his lips against her ear, his hands sliding into her front pockets. Mal hadn’t felt the need to be touching someone...well, ever before in her life and if you’d told her that the person she’d be longing to touch would be Harry Hook, you would’ve gotten a smack in the mouth soon after. It was a new, exciting and frightening feeling. Letting anyone into her life in such a way was always scary for her, never wanting to look like an idiot or be taken advantage of; but Harry said that he trusted her and she had to admit that she felt the same. After all, she wouldn’t be this position right now if she didn’t. Anyone else - even Harry himself not too long ago - would’ve gotten hit, a slap to the face and a punch to the gut. Her smirk grew as she thought to herself how she would shove him away before and make a face anytime he tried to grab her and pull her to himself. Maybe she would still do that sometimes, just for old time’s sake and to keep him on his toes.

Another shiver went through her as he spoke into her ear, turning her head to the side to look at him as best she could. Lifting a hand to his chin, thumb brushing against his lower lip, Mal said, “You’d have to pick them up off the ground after I’m done with them in order to hook anyone that tries something with me.” Her voice a little quieter, more sincere, she moved her hands to run down his arms and turned her head back away from him. “Not like you have competition, anyway.”