a collection of every single Harry Hook oneshot and or 2-parter I've written for the last five years. A total of 135 parts.
Thank you so much for reading. REQUESTS ARENT OPEN.
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*GRAPHIC CONTENT! TALK OF BLOOD AND BONE*
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Since you were little, your parents had been worried for you, even with the utmost care and sheltering, you somehow ended up with bruises all over you, sometimes even huge lacerations on your back, as if someone had taken a blade and slashed it down.
They were relieved each time when you would move along as if they didn't exist, no pain, no aches, nothing, that was how they knew they were your soulmates wounds.
So instead, they worried about your soulmate, taking the best care of you to help heal the wounds on his side, as the faster you heal, the faster they did.
Once you realized why your parents always looked at you with such pain in their eyes, you took it upon yourself to keep yourself out of danger. You knew if you ever got injured they wouldn't feel it but you couldn't bear it if they did.
At 10 years old you watched as blood poured from your wrist, dripping down onto your carpet and staining it. Your skin peeled apart, the white of your bone showing, you almost threw up.
What were they doing?! You grabbed your towels, pressing them to your painless wound, wishing for whoever was hurting them to stop.
Soon, it stopped; a slight slice in the corner of the gaping wound telling you someone had ripped the weapon away from whoever was hurting them.
You let out a shuddering sigh, grabbing the medical kit from beside you and beginning to disinfect and wrap your arm, making a mental note to thank your parents for having you take those medical care classes for the extreme soulmate.
Your mother had screamed in horror as she looked at your wrist when she came home from work. She picked you up out of bed and had rushed you to the hospital; the doctor who took you in was confused in how you weren't screaming in pain before realizing it was a soulmate wound.
They fixed you up and sent you home with some antibiotics and sterilized bandages, requesting you to come in once a week to change bandages and to look over the wound.
Once you were old enough to know about the isle of the lost across the sea, you knew.
Your soulmate was on the isle, what was happening to you would have been stopped years ago in Auradon.
