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     You walk through the streets of the Isle with Harry Hook, terrifying everyone in your path. You snatch a scarf from a shop, and throw it in another person's face. They stumble, causing you to descend into laughter. Harry trips someone, and you both smirk. Finally making it to the chip shop, he grabs a strand of fish on his hook with a dark smile and carries it in. You both drop your swords into the sword check, and Harry drops the fish on a waitress' tray. Harry hops over the counter, and you follow behind, your hair falling in front of your eyes. Uma walks out from the kitchen, and your heart flutters. Her hair is swaying behind her, and even though her expression is dark, she looks beautiful. Uma makes her way over to you, and even though her face stays neutral, her eyes twinkle.

     "Hey, Uma." You say, and intertwine yourself with her. She wraps her arms around your waist, and you rest your head on her chin.
     "Hey, (y/n)." She breathes out and you tilt your head to kiss her hair. She untangles herself when she sees what's on the tv.
     "Ugh, poser." She says annoyed, and throws some food at the television.
     "Traitor!" Harry states with gusto.
     "Liar!" You say, and take a bite of a fry then throw the rest of it at the tv.
     "Hello?" Uma sasses, and the rest of the crew attempts to throw things at the television. Harry runs his finger through the sauce on the tv and places it in his mouth with a smirk.
     "Oh, I would love to wipe the smiles off their faces– you know what I mean?"
     "Gil! You want to quit choking down yolks and get with the program?" He swallows another yolk and you sigh, he means well but he really needs to work on his situational awareness.
     "Yeah, what they said." Uma's still upset, so she keeps going.
     "That little traitor, who left us in the dirt–"
     "Who turned her back on evil–" Harry states.
     "Who thought she could be the perfect little princess." You finish, but Gil and his precious lack of awareness continues.
     "Who said you weren't big or bad enough to be in her gang." He looks confused when Uma glares and Harry looks at him with a warning expression.
     "Back when we were kids? Come on, you guys remember. She called her Shrimpy, and the name just kind of-" Uma slams her fists on the table, yet Gil finishes his sentence. "...stuck."
     "That snooty little witch, who grabbed everything she wanted and left me nothing."
     "No, she left you–"
     "Gil, you should probably not..." You try to tell him, but he probably didn't hear you.
     "...that sandbox and she said that you could have the–"
     "I need you to stop talking." She says on the brink of sending Gil out. Harry moves closer to Uma, and you stare at him pointedly. If he gets any closer, you just might have to challenge him in a duel.
     "Look, we have her turf now, they can stay in Bore-adon–"
     "No, Harry, that's her turf now. And I want it too, we should not be getting her leftovers! Son of Hook, son of Gaston, descendant of Tamatoa, and me, most of all, daughter of Ursula! What's my name?" She turns to you and smirks, waiting for your response. You press your lips to hers and whisper into her mouth.
     "Uma..."
     "What's my name?" Harry takes off his pirate hat and states
     "Uma." at the same time as Gil questions the name. "Uma?"
     "What's my name, what's my name!" Uma sings.
     "Uma!" You shout with the crew and leap up onto the table.

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     After the song, you stand triumphantly on the table with Uma, your arm around her shoulder and hers around your waist. You cackle along with the crew, and in awe gaze at this beautiful girl who is somehow yours. Then you're snapped out of your trance when a tentacle lashes out at you and Uma.
     "Shut your clams!! These dishes ain't gonna wash themselves!"
     "Mom!" She shouts, then gestures for calm. "It's fine, it's fine. Because when we get our chance to reign down evil on Auradon-" she glances at you and smirks.
     "We will take it." You finish.
     "They'll forget that girl, and remember the name–" Before I can do anything, Uma is cut off by Gil.
     "Shrimpy!" Uma's expression darkens, but for some reason she lets it go.
     "It's fine, Harry, let him be." Harry doesn't protest, just bows on his way out.
     "Why does he bow?" You asked Uma.
     "Who knows." She states, mystified.
     "Uma, I have something I need to say...I know it's cheesy, kind of auradonian, and stupid but         I-" She looks at you, her eyes shining in the dim light of the shop.
     "I-" She smirks.
     "Love you." You quirk an eyebrow, bewildered that she finished for you.
     "What?"
     "You love me." You nod.
     "I love you." You say as confirmation. She smiles, and kisses you on the cheek.
     "I love you too."