Harry Hook x Reader One shots {Happy to accept requests}

Harry x Assassin in the Isle (part 2)

"D-d-dad?"
"I'm not your father. You don't even have my smile. You can't disappear, you can't turn into a cat... You, are NOT my child. You, are a failure like your mother. Never talk to me again."
You desperately cried out as your father slammed the door shut behind you. You flinched at the noise, and glanced over to the spot where your mother had laid yesterday. Flashes of her fearful face cloud your mind as tears cloud your vision. How desperate she looked. Scared and trying to escape. Escape from who your father had become.

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To the present
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Last week was the first time you had cried since that night. All because of the look on Harry's face, the same look your mother had in her eyes the last time you saw her.

You've stayed low since your attempt. Uma had heard about what happened and had everyone out looking for the girl that nearly killed her first mate. You'd changed your clothes since then, opting for more blues and greys rather than black and purples to throw people off your trail. You tried to minimise how much you went outside your house, but you still had to get food somehow. You'd managed to last 5 days with all the food you had but it was starting to run low, fast.
You'd walked through the market with a blue beanie to hide your hair and an oversized jacket to stash food in. You'd managed to snag a fairly fresh apple and a small bag of raisins before a hand was placed over your mouth and cloth over your eyes. You'd stumbled around as the person behind you guided you away from the market. The sounds of the waves told you you had been taken to the docks, and the sudden change in movement of the floor told you you had been taken on board a ship.
It has been about half an hour since you had been tied to a chair below deck. You glanced up as you heard voices approaching, but kept your head down. Through the cloth you could see two shadows standing in the open door.
"Is it them?" Shorter, long hair, sounds authoritative.
"I'd have to see their eyes to be sure." Taller. Accent. Harry Hook.
Images of his face flash before your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut to try and clear them. Your movement caused the whispered exchange in the doorway to stop. You heard footsteps before the cloth was pulled off your eyes.
"That's them alright."
"So your apart of the group who's been making everyone disappear. Heard you tried to make my first mate fall off the face of the Isle aswell."
The shorter one, who you've now identified as Uma, watches you as she leans into Harry to give him orders.
"We'll put a ransom out for the rest of their 'assasination' group to find. They'll need them in order to keep running as efficiently as they have been. Keep watch." Uma tilts her head towards you, and with a reassuring not from Harry, she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.
"What does she mean by group?"
Harry looks up at you, debating whether or not to tell you. You look down at your legs tied to the chair to convince him, which was successful.
"Uma says that all the people disappearing have been because of a group of people. Because of the large amount and how efficient they are performed, there's no way it could be only one person otherwise they would've slipped up by now. Now I know you tried to kill me so we are using you to draw out the group. Cause it's so elaborate they'll need to come and get you to keep going."
You let out a little snort.
"You do realise nobody's coming to get me right?"
He rolled his eyes at your supposed madness.
"Of course they are."
"No, I'm serious. It's just me. There is no big elaborate group. The are no others. It's just me, by myself, like always."
He stopped to study you for a while. The silence became deafening.
He opened his mouth to speak, and paused slightly before continuing; "So if you are the sole perpetrator that killed all those people then you must be ruthless and cold hearted, not effected by emotion... then why aren't I dead?"

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A/n:
I'm baaaack haha
School has been crazy and this chapter has surprisingly taken me like a month to write.
In the mean time I discovered a new song I really like... "Sweater Weather". Funnily enough I discovered it on a theatre camp... which sorta makes sense if you think about it lol
It was like a bit of an 'oh fuck' moment and then I was stuck questioning it for the rest of the camp but anywayyyyy
Anyone else relate? I'd love to know how you knew/when it happened ✌🏼