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{❁F} Lost and Found on The Isle

Prompt: Y/N escapes her cruel life in Auradon and finds herself on the Isle of the Lost, where she unexpectedly finds love and acceptance among villains, especially in the arms of a certain pirate.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1250

Average reading time: 4 min 35 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warning: This story contains themes of isolation, harassment, emotional distress, and the challenges of feeling like an outsider. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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In a world filled with royals, in a place called Auradon, where everything seemed perfect on the surface, lived a girl named Y/N. Her life, however, was far from ideal. Treated as an outcast and burdened by the cruelty of her peers, Y/N felt like a shadow amongst the vibrant crowd. The isolation weighed heavily on her, and she longed for escape a place where she might find acceptance and a sense of belonging.

One stormy night, Y/N made her decision. She packed a few belongings and slipped away, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. Her destination? Well... The Isle of the Lost, the dark and dangerous place where Auradon's discarded villains and their children resided. It was a risky move, but it was her last chance in the hope of finding something different.

As she arrived, the Isle lived up to its reputation. The streets were grimy, the buildings crooked, and the people suspicious. Y/N's fear only grew with each step. She was an outsider in a world that didn't welcome her. Wandering through the streets, she found herself cornered by a group of rough-looking guys. Their intentions were clear, and Y/N's heart raced with panic.

Just as the situation grew tense, a loud sound cut through the tension. Uma, the fierce sea witch and leader of the Isle's pirate crew, emerged from the shadows, followed closely by her loyal crew members Harry Hook and Gil. Uma's commanding presence and Harry's rough charm quickly got rid of the threat, and the attackers scattered like roaches under a spotlight.

Y/N's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. Harry, with his signature smirk, approached her, his eyes softening ever so slightly when he saw her terrified state. Uma looked on with a mix of curiosity and amusement, while Gil hovered nearby, ever-ready to support his friends.

"Didn't expect to find a damsel in distress tonight," he said, his voice a smooth, low rumble. He extended a hand to her, which Y/N hesitantly took. "Name's Harry Hook. And these fine pirates are Uma and Gil. You're safe now."

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling.

Uma's eyes sparkled with amusement as she gestured to the group. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe."

In the safety of Uma's hideout, Y/N felt a strange sense of relief mingled with anxiety. The Isle was rough, but it was also intriguing. Harry, in particular, couldn't keep his eyes off her. He noticed the way she flinched at sudden movements and how her gaze darted around nervously.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Y/N grew closer. They spent time together exploring the Isle, and Harry, with his charismatic pirate charm, showed Y/N the hidden wonders of their world, the secret hideaways and the beauty behind the grim facade. One evening, as they strolled along the mist covered docks, Harry casually slipped his arm around Y/N's waist. She stiffened at first but then relaxed into his touch, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Harry's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "You know, darling, this place looks a bit more enchanting with you by my side."

Y/N chuckled softly, leaning into him. "You always know how to make everything sound so content, so perfect."

Harry's eyes sparkled with affection as he leaned in closer. "That's because with you, everything is perfect."

One day, while Y/N was wandering alone, a gang of troublemakers started to harass her. They advanced with menacing grins, no trace of remorse for what they are about to do, and Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. Just as she was about to give in to the panic filling her chest. Harry appeared, his expression fierce. He pushed through the crowd, his protective stance clear as he positioned himself between Y/N and the intruders.

"Back off," Harry growled, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that left no room for argument. "She's with me."

The intruders, clearly intimidated by Harry's status, fierce glare and confident demeanor, backed away, muttering under their breath as they disappeared into the shadows. Harry turned to Y/N, his eyes softening as he gently reached out to caress her cheek. "Are you alright, darling?"

Y/N nodded, tears of relief welling up in her eyes. "I... I didn't think anyone would come."

Harry pulled her into a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping her. "I'll always come for you. You don't have to be afraid here."

As their relationship blossomed, so did their affection. Harry would surprise Y/N with stolen kisses during shared meals, as they walked through the market, or even as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. One night, under the starlit sky, they lay together on a blanket by the sea. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as Harry pulled Y/N close.

"Look at those stars," Harry murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "They're nothing compared to how you light up my life."

Y/N turned to face him, her heart aching with love and uncertainty. "Sometimes, I still can't believe you're here with me. That someone like you would choose someone like me."

Harry cupped her face gently in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "You're not just anyone, darling. You're my everything. I chose you because you make me feel things villains aren't supposed to feel. You make me see the world in a way I never knew I could."

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, filled with the promise of a future they could build together. Harry's hands roamed lovingly over her back, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened.

As their relationship progressed, Uma began to see Y/N's value beyond just Harry's affection. She had witnessed Y/N's bravery and kindness and saw how Y/N fit seamlessly into her crew. One day, Uma called Y/N to her quarters, her expression serious but not unkind.

"Y/N," Uma began, her tone steady, "you've proven yourself to be more than just a lost soul here. You've got spirit and heart, and you've earned your place."

Y/N looked at Uma with a mixture of apprehension and hope. "What do you mean?"

Uma smiled slightly, a rare show of warmth. "I'm offering you a spot on my crew. You belong here, and you've shown that you're capable of more than you know. You've got the grit and the grace we need."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, Uma. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Uma said with a nod. "Just keep being yourself. That's all we need."

With Uma's approval, Y/N felt a renewed sense of belonging. She continued to grow closer to Harry, their love flourishing amidst the challenges. Whenever danger threatened, Harry was always there, his protective nature evident in every gesture. He would wrap his arms around her, pulling her close during moments of fear, his kisses always a reminder of his devotion.

As the days turned into months, Y/N and Harry's love blossomed. They faced challenges together, each obstacle only strengthening their bond. In the heart of the Isle of the Lost, amidst the chaos and shadows, Y/N and Harry discovered a love that was pure and unshakeable, a love that healed old wounds and built new dreams. And in that love, Y/N finally found the acceptance and happiness she had always longed for, wrapped in the arms of a pirate who had stolen her heart and made her feel truly cherished.

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