Queen (Harry Hook x Reader~Descendants~)

Chapter 1

Y/N Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts. You've spent your entire life on the Isle of the Lost. You once were friends with the daughter of Maleficent and her group, that is until they abandoned you to go to Auradon. They each built new lives there, completely forgetting that you ever existed. Ever since then, you've started to hang out with the likes of Ginny Gothel (daughter of mother Gothel) and Anthony Tremaine (son of Anastasia Tremaine).
You were getting ready to go out for the night with your friends. You pulled your signature black and red leather jacket on over your tiny red top. The details in your jacket were rather intricate for Isle clothing. If one was to look close to them, they'd see extremely small love hearts laced into every hem. Along with this, you wore a black lace skirt with ripped tights/ripped jeans (pick which one you prefer) and black lace up boots. A golden crown sat on top of your head with a red gem embedded in the centre. 

"Bye!" You yelled towards your mother before slamming the door shut behind you. 

"Finally." Anthony rolled his eyes at you as you crossed the road to greet him and Ginny. "You'd think with how long you take to get ready you'd actually look good." He joked, at least you think it was a joke. It was always hard to tell with that boy. Anthony was a decently tall boy - you'd guess around 6 or so feet - with swept brown hair and a surprisingly handsome face. Whilst his clothes were tattered like most outfits on the Isle, they always appeared as if custom tailored. He wore a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans that were just the "right" dark wash. He spoke in a notoriously baritone voice. Unlike the former, Ginny bore a more striking resemblance to her mother, sharing the same raven black curly hair and piercing grey eyes as her. She had fair skin, a pretty face and wore a tattered red dress with golden piping on the neck line. 

"At least I look better than you!" You laughed and punched Anthony in the arm. "Plus, I didn't take that long. I just needed to help with some painting, they don't grow many red roses here."

The three of you headed towards the only bar on the Isle. While the drinks there were always really bad, it was a good place to hangout. It was always lively, meaning you would get to see at least four fights a night. You, Anthony and Ginny sat down in your usual torn up booth. "I'll get the drinks." You announced, standing up and walking towards the bar.

"What do you want?" Gaston Jr asked. He and his twin brother, Gaston The Third were the main bar tenders as their father owned the bar. They were obviously not the smartest boys, but they did inherit their father's strength. Occasionally their younger brother, a boy your age, Gil would join them. However, he was usually occupied at Ursula's Fish and Chips.

"Three." You told Gaston Jr. At some point, you gave up on asking for specific drinks. The boys weren't bright enough to remember, so you'd always get something random anyway. You glanced over at two people arguing as you waited for your drinks.

"Nice tiara, princess." An unfamiliar voice whispered in your ear. You turned around, coming face to face with a pair of icy blue eyes highlighted with black liner. The guy wore a blood red jacket and pirate hat. "Could get a lot of money for gold like that." The hook held in his hand was used to brush your hair out of your face. The sharp metal hook, along with his clothing, was a telltale sign that this was Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook. You had never really met the boy, but he was quickly becoming one of the most infamous kids on the isle. 

"It-It's actually a crown not a tiara, something that a queen wears," you were somewhat distracted by his looks, but you immediately bounced back, "and if you want it you'll have to pry it out of my cold dead hands."

"Sounds like fun." He grinned madly before picking up your hand. "The name's Hook by the way." He gave your hand a kiss.

"I'm charmed." You said sarcastically. "Y/N Hearts." You introduced yourself as Gaston Jr slammed three drinks down on the table for you. Before you could pick them up, Harry grabbed one and took a sip. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Sorry princess, but you'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands." He mocked before giggling and walking away, giving you a cheeky wave.

"Dickhead." You mumbled before grabbing someone else's drink and wandering back to your table.

"What do we have this time then?" Anthony asked in the bored tone he always spoke in. 

"I have no idea, seems like a new concoction," you shrugged, handing Ginny the strangers' drink and handing Anthony the other one.

"Why's mine different?" Ginny took a sip anyway.

"That Hook asshole took one of our drinks so I just had to grab someone else's."

"Which Hook? Harry?" You nodded a 'yes' to Anthony's question.

"He's hot." Ginny stated before downing her drink. "Everyone thinks so. Don't you?"

You and Anthony both agreed. After a while, the three of you had watched around six fights before deciding to finally leave the pub. Ginny was even involved in two of the fights, you pitched in a bit in the final one. You were walking back, alone as usual. You had already passed Ginny and Anthony's places, meaning they had already gone home. You weren't very scared as you began to walk down the small alleyway with your hand gripped around the handle of a knife, something you had done countless times. Tonight was different however. There wasn't usually a decent sized group of people, you'd guess aged around early 20s, standing at the end of the alley. You took a deep breath in, waving away any fear as you continued walking forward. Just as you expected, one of the guys in the group grabbed you by the arm as you tried to walk through them. You immediately stabbed him in the arm. He let out a yelp and threw you to the wall. The rest of the group began pushing you around. You swung your knife. You could tell you were hurting some of them. It wasn't enough for them to let you go however. Your crown crashed against the ground. One girl had her hand tugging your jacket. You were too busy fighting the boy in front of you to do anything about it.

Suddenly the grip on your back loosened. You heard her get slammed against the wall. You turned around to see the girl lying on the ground in pain. A hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward. From behind the person who beat up the girl, you finally recognised who he was. Harry Hook grabbed another guy by the shirt. He whispered something in his ear. You never heard what it was, but it sure made the guy squirm in fear. "We should go guys!" The guy shouted to his friends as Harry let go of his shirt. They all began running away.

Harry scoffed as he picked up your crown. "It's a shame really," he turned to face you as he inspected the crown, "I never did get to take it from your cold, dead hands. Oh well." He smirked, raising the back of his hook to your chin as he walked past you. "There's always next time."