They Call Me Queen (Harry Hook X Reader)

Blossoming Arc (II)

Harry glared at the old man. He wanted to wipe the smirk of his face. That old man was too confident to his liking. He shoved the men he brought forward to your feet. He glared at the almost skeleton who was nestled next too you. Everyone just seemed to steal the spotlight from him.

He rested his face massaged his temple with two fingers. He guess he'll have to try harder for your attention.

You, however, were ecstatic. Pete was a looker, even if his silver hair deemed him too old for your liking, he wasn't hard on the eyes.

Pete was tall and full of muscle with broad shoulders and thick muscle bulging thighs. His silver hair added to his charm, but what earned your favor was his brutal fighting style. This man looked to be past his prime, but he could take on all of these men Harry brought to you.

You were more excited then you should've been.

You clapped your hands together. "Harry, come sit, love!" You patted the barrel you were sitting on.

He raised an eyebrow, but followed your command and sat on the barrel you once occupied.

With no hesitation, you made yourself comfortable on his lap. Lukey adjusted with all your movement and curled back at your feet.

"Pete! Since you've earned my favor, you can choose your next opponent!" You waved a hand towards the other pirates.

Pete smiled at you and Harry. Ah, young love. He missed those days. He turned his attention back towards the other pirates and picked the strongest looking one.

They were all young and confident looking. This would be a piece of cake for him.

You snuggled into Harry, who wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. "Who do ya got your bets on, sweetheart? I found pretty fine swordsman."

"Pete's going to win, no doubt." You watched the slaughter of another pirate by Pete. "See, they don't stand a chance, they even have a choice of a blade and they still lose."

"You sound confident, babe. Care to make a bet?"

"Sure, love. I know I'm going to win." You patted his arm, full of confidence.

"The swordsman I picked is going to win. And when I win, I get you all to myself for a whole day. No interruptions."

You nodded under his chin, still watching the fights intently. "When I win, you have to be my doggy for a day. I am your Mistress after all."

He shuddered. Damn, you really got him going. "Darling, don't count on winning, I'll punish you when we get that day alone together." He breathed into your ear.

Your squirmed uncomfortably. "S-stop it!" You whispered in a hush tone, loud enough for only him to hear. Your face was blooming red in embarrassment or the hot sun. Definitely the hot sun. Why else? Heh. You scolded yourself in your mind. Damn him for making you stutter.

You composed yourself and continued watching the battles. Pete was a monster, he tore down through them all like twigs. You knew you made the right choice in picking him.

You laughed in Harry's lap. "Ya gonna lose, love. Pete is better then I thought. Your man stands no chance." You were giggling nonstop now, twirling magic with your finger.

When the bodies hit the floor, Lukey would drag the bodies back and devour them, he was becoming more alive. He was finally reaching his last layer. The monster was naked muscle. The sight was something out of a horror story and the blood dripping from his mouth made it all the more terrifying.

Harry looked over at Lukey is disgust. Such a vile thing having your attention made him irritated. He knew he had part of your attention, but be wanted it all. He was having trouble understanding that you had more pressing matters then his hissy fits.