Descendants Harry Hook x Reader | Oneshots

{❀F} A Hat Fit For A Pirate's Love

Request: Hey I wanted to know if you could do a Harry Hook x Mad Hatters Daughter/gn? Maybe he somehow damaged his hat and was told to take it to her father and she fixed it for him?

Reader: Female

Word count: 1415

Average reading time: 5 min 10 sec

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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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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The Isle of the Lost was wrapped in thick gray fog as Harry made his way through the narrow streets. Clutched in his hand was his prized pirate hat, now battered and torn from a recent fight. His stride, usually confident and cocky, was hurried and tense. He needed this hat fixed, and there was only one place he could think to go.

The sign above the shop read "Hatter's Repairs and Oddities," hanging crookedly but charming in its own way. Harry pushed open the door, the bell above it tinkling with an odd jingle.

Inside, the shop was a diverse collection of colors and curiosities. Shelves were lined with oddities and knick-knacks, and the air was thick with the scent of tea and something strangely magical. Y/N Hatter, the Mad Hatter's daughter, was behind the counter, completely focused on her work. She looked up as Harry entered, her eyes widening slightly in recognition before she guided her features into a calm facade.

"Harry Hook," she greeted coolly, arching an eyebrow. "What brings you to my father's humble abode? Looking for a bit of madness, are we?"

Harry smirked, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Very funny, Lass. I've got a problem, and I hear this is the place to fix it."

Y/N leaned back, crossing her arms. "And what sort of problem might that be? Broken compass? Rusty hook?"

He held up his hat, the fabric frayed and torn. "My hat. It got... damaged. Your dad around?"

She took the hat from his hands, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. "He's out gathering... something. But lucky for you, I'm here. And I can fix this."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "You sure about that?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, turning the hat over in her hands. "Positive. I'm better at this than he is, trust me."

He leaned against the counter, watching her work. "Confident, aren't we? Let's see what you've got, then."

Y/N set to work, her hands moving with practiced ease. Harry couldn't help but admire her focus and skill, even if he'd never admit it out loud. The tension between them was obvious, something that neither of them could ignore.

"So, what's the deal with you, anyway?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. "Always walking around like you own the place."

Harry smirked, tilting his head. "Can't help it if I've got a bit of charm, Lass."

"Charm, huh?" Y/N retorted, not looking up. "More like arrogance. There's a difference, you know."

He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. "You say that now, but I've seen the way you look at me."