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

Harry x Swann-Turner (soulmate request)

A/n: currently working on a couple of requests at the moment so if you've requested I have started. Just gotten really busy in the last week. As you've probably worked out I live in Melbourne, Victoria Australia and we've just gone into a week hard lockdown and I was supposed to go for my license in 3 days and I have been looking forward to doing that for as long as I can remember. HOWEVER, I do have one positive.... I BOUGHT A CAR! It's a 2010 Holden SV6 VE series II Commodore Sedan and it is a gorgeous poison Ivy deep green (like a loki green if you know what I'm saying (; ) and it's so gorgeous and I love it so much that I want to cry.
Anyway... this was requested by @ValeriusWineAddict ((:

Soulmate au where you and your soulmate have your own song that you both know since birth.
Occurs after Descendants 3
Harry's POV
He had heard rumours that there were pirates in Auradon. He hadn't seen any, but he really wanted to find them. After asking around and doing some searching, he had ended up at a pub a bit further away from Auradon prep than he had ever ventured, and closer to the open sea than he had been for a while. He had sat at the bar and ordered a coke. He was legal drinking age, but felt it wouldn't help him find pirates if he was drunk and intoxicated.
As he observed the floor for hours, he kept catching glances of what he thought were swords, only to find the glint being reflected from decorative chains or belt buckles.
He spent hours sitting at the bar, waiting.
After his third glass of coke, an obviously drunk pair stumbled through the doors, being obnoxiously loud and slurring their words.
"Capnl bee disap, disa-poi nted."
"We ask for derecticians." The shorter one snickered.
"Gwood luck."
The taller and scruffier looking guy headed over to the bar while the shorter took refuge on one of the stools, leaning his whole weight onto the wall.
It was the whistling that bought Harry's attention back to the guy on the stool. He had known that melody since he could remember.
The guy started to sing in his drunken state;
"Soon may the Wellerman come to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the tonguing is done we'll take out lea-"
The drunken singing came to a sudden halt when he was met with Harry's hook barely grazing his neck.
"How do you know that song." The growl in Harry's voice sobered the singer up quick.
"C-C-Captain t-taught us."
"Captain?"
"O-of out c-crew an-and the shi-ship."
The gears in Harry's mind began to turn as he realised he had stumbled upon pirates.
"Take me to them."
He sobered up pirate nodded and scurried over to his taller crew member who was talking to the bartender. He glanced over at Harry and nodded along with the shorter ones explanation. He gestured for Harry to follow as he started to head out the door.

Your POV
The light hanging above you slowly sways with the waves, reflecting of the blade of your sword alongside the stars. With your crew getting drunk in the main room on ship, you were giving your sword some much needed tlc. Polishing, sharpening and redressing the handle. Satisfied with your work, you carefully place it back into your belt and wipe your hands on a cloth.
As you clean up you start to tap your foot to a steady beat. The beginning of your soulmate song slipped out of you easily.
"There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down
Oh blow, my bully boys, blow."
As you start to sing the chorus your crew spill out of the inside of the ship and join you. They one of them continues your beat on a hollow drum used as a stool, as the others start to dance along with the song.
"Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day when the tonguing is done
We will take our leave and go"
You start to dance along with your crew, linking arms and spinning with them, changing crew members
"She'd not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow."
The crew joins back in for the chorus, bringing a smile to your face.
As the crew sung the melodies, 4 of them hoisted you up so you were parallel to the ground and span you around slowly. You laughed and enjoyed the moment. They set you down on a barrel just in time for the next verse.
"Before the boat had hit the water
The whales tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down low."
You jump down and sit on the barrel and sing along with the crew.
"Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day when the tonguing is done
We will take our leave and go"
As you sing through the chorus, a new voice starts to join in. The crew started to drop off and stop singing as they turned to look at the stranger, you finish the chorus before you finally lay eyes on the new comer. You stop and stare at each other for a long time. Your mind rack to figure out if he is the one. He looked like a pirate but not of this town. He wore red and black, you wore green and white. The perfect reflection. It all sat right, but considering you had taught your crew the song, he could be anyone that had learnt it. To test him, you start to do mg the last verse, the one you had never shared with anyone.
"As far as I've heard, the fights still on"
The crew looks at you confused. The stranger joins in on the second line.
"The lines not cut and the whales not gone
The Wellerman make his regular call
To encourage the captain, crew and all."
As you both sing the chorus, you start to circle each other, testing but also curious. When you finally stop, everything is quiet.
"Leave us, please."
The crew scurry inside to leave you and the red, leather clad stranger.
"Is it... do you... cause I haven't..." you take a deep breath to try and organise your thoughts.
"Yes. Yes it is. Are you a... pirate?"
"Sure am. And that's my crew." You gesture towards the door that they had disappeared into not long ago.
"Are you a pirate? You sure as hell dress like one." The stranger-your soulmate- smirks, takes his hat off his head and bows.
"Harry Hook, at your service. First mate."
"How dashing." You mimic his bow with a smile.
"Y/n Swann-Turner."
His smirk widens at your last name. Well, Captain, I reckon we will get on very well."