Hooked On A Feeling (Harry Hook x Male Reader)

Cat's Cradle

Harry was perched on a barrel at the docks, his gaze fixed on the horizon, deep in thought. He seemed lost in his own world, eyes scanning the water in a restless back-and-forth pattern. "Hey, pretty boy." The voice cuts through the air, playful and light. Harry snaps out of his thoughts at the familiar voice, quickly turning in the direction it came from, but his eyes scan the area, unable to pinpoint its source. "Confused?" He squints, searching the surroundings in confusion. "Where are ya?" He mutters aloud, still scanning the area. "Up here." Finally, Harry looks up, his eyes locking on Chet, who lounges comfortably in a nearby tree. "There you are, you little—" He starts, but his words trail off as he realises something, his irritation fading into surprise.

"What's wrong?" Chet sneers with a wicked grin. "Cat got your tongue?" Harry stares up at Chet, momentarily stunned before he stammers out a response. "No, I—" He falters, unsure of what to say next. "How did you—" He lets the question hang in the air, unable to finish it as he tries to process what's unfolding.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Chet's voice is teasing, calm as he lounges in the tree. "Who my father is?" Harry's eyes widen in realisation, his confusion shifting into disbelief. "... Cheshire?" His voice is tinged with disbelief, as the pieces finally click together. "That would explain... a lot..." He mutters, still processing the shock.

"What a smart boy you are..." Chet's grin widens with mock pride. Harry shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to steady his thoughts, "Bloody..." He curses under his breath, clearly rattled.

"And what I'm doing here, you ask?" Chet's voice cuts through Harry's thoughts as he appears behind him, casually resting his elbow on Harry's shoulder and twirling the leather of his coat between his fingers. Harry shoots him a look of annoyance. "I've got a hunch." He grumbles, unbothered by Chet's casual proximity.

"And what in the world would that be, Isle boy?"

Harry tilts his head back, looking up at the sky as if trying to understand. "... To mess with me, isn't that what you do best, Cat brat?" He mumbles, already suspecting the answer but irritated nonetheless.

Laughing, Chet waves his hand dismissively, as though the idea is beneath him. "No, silly pirate." He giggles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's much... much more than that." Harry raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, crossing his arms and sizing up Chet. "Oh is that so? Care to elaborate then?" He questions, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Chet shifts, his gaze drifting toward the sea as if searching for something far beyond the docks. "No... I don't think I will." His tone is serious now, before slipping back into a grin. "I prefer to keep my secrets." Harry sighs deeply, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Fine then, keep your secrets." He mutters under his breath, resigned, but then his eyes narrow as he gestures to his empty belt. "Can you at least give me back my coin pouch?" He demands, his tone now a mix of frustration and curiosity.

"Poor Harry Hook..." Chet traces a finger down Harry's arm to his hook. "What's a thief to do without his bounty?" Harry scoffs, rolling his eyes at Chet's teasing. "You call me a thief? Aren't you the one holding my coin pouch?" He crosses his arms, irritation rising.

"And how exactly did you acquire this money?" Chet pulls out the pouch, jingling the coins loudly as if taunting him. Harry watches with growing frustration. "The same way any pirate acquires money. I work for it." He uncrosses his arms and places one hand on his waist. "But none of that matters right now. Just give it back."

Chet's grin sharpens as his gaze locks onto Harry's hand, his finger trailing lazily over Harry's palm. "How much do you want it?" Chet's voice is low, smooth like velvet, with just the right amount of tease to set Harry's nerves on edge. Harry watches the finger move, his expression unreadable, but his hand twitches slightly, a small reaction that doesn't go unnoticed.