AN
Hi guys! Just me. Small warning for this chapter I suppose. I guess there's a slight sexual situation towards the end? I'm not sure if you guys would class it as such a thing but I'm going to put this here for safety reasons.
Anyway, enjoy!
Uma ran as fast as she could through the Auradon Prep hallways, the boots on her feet clunking against the ground with each step she took. She shoved, yelled and pushed any innocent bystander unlucky enough to get in her way as she travelled, having neither the energy or patience to even mutter a simple apology as she went. An all-too-familiar part of her cursed her short legs, knowing full well if she'd have been taller she'd get there sooner. But taking any frustration out on herself wasn't healthy and it certainly wouldn't help her get to Ava any faster. All she could do was run.
It didn't take long to arrive at the pool, but it had taken longer than Uma would have liked. Soon enough she came to the double doors leading into the room. She ignored the large sign nailed to the door warning people away after hours and gave a large shove, rushing in and ignoring the deafening 'bang' they made as they struck the walls.
"Ava!" She called out, walking along the edge of the pool. Her unease grew heavy at the sight of an empty room and she wondered if, by some miracle, someone had already found the little mermaid.
Uma let out a sigh of frustration and crouched down on the wet floor, taking some time to regulate her breathing as she attempted to think. Queenie and Harry were with Thalia, and Gil was waiting back at her dorm room, so as far as she knew no one she even slightly trusted with the princess had found her. But if that was the case, then where the hell was she?
A loud and sudden splash rang out and Uma quickly looked up. She let out a breath of relief as she spotted the ripples in the water in the middle of the pool. She really should have taken a longer look at the pool itself instead of the surrounding area.
In a matter of seconds Uma saw that familiar head of long and red hair, followed by Ava's beautifully coloured tail. She wondered if the little mermaid had even heard her, since she was still swimming underneath the surface of the water and right at the bottom of the pool. The princess was always so eager to rush over and make herself known but it now seemed as if she was taking her time, something she never did in any other circumstance.
With Ava somewhat distracted, Uma took this time to fully focus better on the mermaid's movements. Ava's energetic personality showed both on dry land, and in the water. When she was firmly placed on two legs she was often fidgety, her small frame swaying from side to side as she talked, her eyes flickering and glancing at nothing in particular. It was rare for her to stay in one place for too long unless she was talking, which Uma had noticed was just another way for her to release that pent up energy. Ava was a walking, talking ball of pure happiness. In the beginning it had seriously gotten on Uma's nerves and, as a way of passing time, the VK had sometimes given little jabs here and there to see if anything could stop the girl from talking or being so joyful, but nothing had worked. Nothing the villain said to Ava could take her down from whatever cloud she'd climbed up onto, and like everything else Uma had simply gotten used to it.
Under the water things were much the same with Ava. It didn't seem to matter that every movement was slower, or that she didn't move quite so quickly with the weight of her tail. She was exactly the same. She swam so gracefully, always twisting around and spinning as if nothing could make her happier. Finding anything shiny or colourful in the ocean brightened that untameable spirit of hers. Ava always managed to find something on her wanders just outside of the Auradon pier, sometimes abandoned shells and clams or even small pebbles. If it caught her eager eyes, she was taking it home. She had a very specific shelf for things like that, and since moving into the dorm room Uma had been forced to help her put up a new shelf, knowing that if the little mermaid brought anything else home then it was sure to collapse.
Uma was the reigning champion of pointing out things that were out of place and this was no different. Ava didn't twirl or spin and there was no obvious enthusiasm in her movements either. She was slow, her arms retracting back to her body before she put them out to swim again. She wasn't swimming because she wanted to, she was swimming because she had to.
An awful wave of dread washed over Uma at the realisation that Ava may have heard her. It meant that the little one wasn't still under the water by choice.
In a heartbeat the VK was in the water. She kept her head just above the surface, refusing to breathe in the chemicals of the pool until she absolutely had to. She waited for her lower half to change, her eyes closed as she tried not to fight the inevitable. Even now it was a strange and slightly unsettling sensation. Back on the Isle she hadn't been able to use it much. The waters around the Isle itself were always murky and dark, filled with things she'd happily go forever without seeing again, and the chances of being caught in someone's net were high. Only after the barrier came down did she truly realise just how useful the strange legs, or arms, were. They'd gotten her through the barrier faster than swimming normally would have and they'd taken her to Auradon without a scratch. It was only fair for her to let them stretch every once in a while. But it didn't mean she always had to enjoy it.
After a few seconds the feeling faded, and Uma elongated her arms as far as they could go. Due to the depth of the pool, however, she couldn't reach Ava. She had to go under.
Uma took in a deep, long breath of clean air and plunged herself under. She used the two legs behind her to push her deeper down, carrying on until she was confident that she could reach her friend. She stretched out two of her front legs, a part of her hoping the little mermaid could see them and would take hold.
With whatever remaining strength Ava had left, she managed to firmly grasp the legs being held out to her and, as soon as she was sure Ava wouldn't go slipping away, Uma pulled herself back up, the remaining legs wrapping around the mermaids tail.
Ava came out of the water coughing and spluttering, her eyes shut tight as she gagged. Her small hands held the legs around her with a vice grip, her knuckles whitening as she held tight. Each breath she took was long and gasped, as if someone had suffocated her and only just been kind enough to let her breathe.
Uma, now content with the knowledge that her friend was near and safe, let herself relax. She gently pulled Ava closer to the edge of the pool, her legs lessening their grip but not loosening completely when the little one laid her forearms on the ground. She watched with an apprehensive gaze as Ava calmed her breathing, laying her head on her arms while her eyelids fluttered and blinked frantically. When they opened fully, Uma could see the redness of the whites in Ava's eyes, the more irritating aspects of spending so much time in chlorinated water making themselves known. Ava's gills, usually as clear and pale as the mermaid's skin, were a little swollen and sore around the edges. These were only the physical tells, and Uma dreaded to think of what was going on internally.
"Hey there." The teal-haired VK greeted softly. It wasn't her favourite tone of voice to use, usually since sarcasm and obvious disinterest were her top picks, but when the moment came to it even she sometimes had to be nice. She was just happy it wasn't to calm down one of Harry's many, many tantrums.
Ava's lips twitched at the corners, her attempts at giving a smile not lost on the VK. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, and instead she gave a small, apologetic shrug.
"You okay?" Uma asked instead, noticing the struggle it brought her friend to even muster a small 'hi'. When all of this was done, she was definitely going back to see the fairy.
Ava moved her head up and down and Uma smiled. She hadn't forgotten the slightly disturbing and heart-stopping fear she'd endured on her run down to the pool. If anything she knew it would be a reminder. A warning that just because things were better in Auradon, it didn't mean they were away from all of the dangers. The Isle was just more obvious about it. In Auradon there was a capable attack around every corner, hidden beneath a pretty face and a false smile. Uma had made the stupid mistake of letting herself relax when it came to Ava, her Isle-way of thinking tamed in some way to feel confident enough that no one would hurt her friend because she was Auradon-Born. But she'd been much too naïve. Auradon only painted itself as good, reassuring everyone else that it was a safe and comfortable place to live when in reality it was just as risky as the Isle. Worse even, since Auradon had its own weapon. Magic.
However, the lovely little slap-in-the-face of Auradon being dangerous wasn't all that had the VK reeling. That surge of impending doom and rush of adrenaline at the fairy telling her where Ava had gone had scared her the most. Ava was uneasily similar to how Queenie was on the Isle. She wasn't shy or timid in the same way, but there was an innocence there that both had. An aura they gave off that drew in both protectors and threats. Both were incapable of defending themselves from a dangerous situation and both relied on the strength of another to help them get back up. For so long Uma had teased Harry about his fondness for Queenie, relentlessly made little jokes about the princess when she was particularly bored and in need of someone to push. She hadn't ever seen the appeal of being with someone who was weak and kind, especially since they were well-known on the Isle for their wickedness and reigning dominance over the lesser being. Uma had to wonder if she was going insane from being in Auradon for so long, but an abandoned part of her could now sympathise with her first-mate for being so overly protective of Queenie when she was on the Isle. Because this time it wasn't Harry's little princess being put at risk, it was Uma's. And that thought worried her far more than anything ever could or would.
"U-Uma." Ava managed to say, her throat scratchy and her words whispered and strained.
"Yeah?" The VK muttered half-heartedly, her flow of thought consuming her far too much for her to concentrate fully on what Ava was saying.
"Are you okay?" The mermaid asked, the worry in her tone obvious despite the effort it took her to ask it.
Uma raised her brows in disbelief. Even after everything Ava had experienced in the past few hours, she was still checking to make sure someone else was doing okay. It was a selflessness Uma wasn't used to from someone who wasn't her first-mate or crew member and she struggled to not try and find some hidden meaning behind it. She'd always be wary of other people, the Isle had certainly made sure of that and it was carved into her mind like Harry's 'hook' was into Queenie's chest, but she had to remind herself that this was Ava she was dealing with. A little mermaid who, despite everything going on around her, still made it her life's task to make sure her friends were well and happy. So while Uma wasn't accustomed to such kindness from others, she knew she had to just deal with it.
"Well that depends." Uma sighed, moving to mirror the mermaids position.
"On what?" Ava asked curiously.
"Are you okay? I mean, are you really okay? No bullshit this time."
"I don't know." The red-head confessed, shakily lifting her head. "I-I just," Ava paused, her eyes glazing over as she thought hard about something or other. And while Uma wasn't too sure what was going through that pretty little head, from Ava's conflicted expression alone the VK could only assume it was something bad.
"A', it's alright." Uma reassured. She threw away all caution and reached out a lone tentacle, gently moving a long and wet strand of Ava's long red hair behind the little ones ear. She knew she was swimming deeper into dangerous waters and she could only hope Ava wouldn't go running. She wanted to calm her friend, not scare her away.
It came as quite a surprise when instead of sharply moving her head away, Ava instead tilted her face to the right. Her eyes closed and she held a small, timid smile on her face, as if this simple touch was a welcomed relief.
"I'm trying so hard." Ava finally whispered, re-opening her eyes to stare at the girl in front of her. "I couldn't fit in with them all, so I kept my distance. I'm good. I do a lot for anyone if I can and I just don't understand why they'd do this. I didn't do anything bad, I was myself with you guys like I am with everyone else and they didn't like it. But this is... I just can't understand." She explained as best as she could.
"None of us did." Uma said firmly. "They didn't do this because you're a bad person, A'. They did this because they don't like pirates." She added afterwards, trying to get through to the little one that she wasn't at fault. That she wasn't a bad person.
"Thalia warned me to stay away from you guys, before all of this." Ava admitted with a wince, bowing her head to instead look at her tail. Or, more specifically, Uma's tentacles wrapped around her tail.
Uma glanced over Ava with a puzzled face. The little one was nervous, that much was obvious, but the VK couldn't quite determine what had her that way. And that wasn't all that had Uma in a state of utter bewilderment. The fairies had given Ava a choice before this, a chance to leave the pirates to themselves and join in with the rest of the Auradon-Born, and she'd rejected it. But why?
"They said that if I wasn't with them in this, then I was against them. I should've seen this coming, but I didn't. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Ava divulged shamefully, meeting the VK's gaze with some reluctance.
"It's okay to keep secrets, A'." Uma said after a moment of silence. She'd really been trying to comprehend the fact that, even with a threat like that against her, Ava had actually chosen them over the other Auradon-Born. It was a big step to take, especially for someone as small and fragile as Ava. "Secrets are healthy sometimes." The Captain continued. "Harry kept things from me on the Isle and he's my best friend, and we're still good. But if it's possibly dangerous then trust me when I say it's not worth keeping. You could have told me, I would've tried to help."
"You would have gone in there swords blazing." Ava giggled, and Uma rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Why didn't you go to Queenie?" Uma countered with a raised brow. She was a bit of a wild-card sometimes and no one was denying that, but Queenie was much the same as Ava. Quiet, well-mannered and downright 'good'. There was no reason for Ava not to have gone to her with this information.
"Queenie won't ever admit it, but I know she's dealing with her own things. She's always off in some other world when we're talking. I don't know why but I really didn't want to bother her with this. I wanted to take care of it by myself." Ava explained. "I guess I didn't do a very good job."
Uma opened her mouth as she attempted to form a good enough reply, but found the chance taken away as Ava went into another topic.
"I know you guys are keeping something from me." The mermaid muttered sadly. "I don't mind, really. I-I just miss hanging out with you guys."
"There's something going on with Q', and it's something big. But it's not so big that we couldn't spend some time with you." Uma said with a small sigh. She could have lied. She could have said that nothing was happening, that they were all just busy with their lives, but why would she? Nothing could be gained from lying to Ava, especially since her own had turned on her so viciously. She needed to know. She deserved to know.
"I know I should've said something. I just don't like to bother people too much."
"That's bullshit." Uma snorted. Ava gave her a wide-eyed, questioning stare and the VK decided to elaborate further. "How long did you chase me around?" She re-counted, enjoying the small blush that dusted Ava's cheeks.
"That's not the same!" The mermaid exclaimed with slight embarrassment, covering her eyes with her hands. "I didn't know you then. I wanted to know you, to help you fit in around here. And now that we're friends, I don't wanna lose you."
Uma furrowed her brows and looked away. Friends. Such a small and harmless word yet used in the right context it could spiral so many terrible possibilities. She and Ava were friends in the most basic of ways, but for Uma it had twisted itself into something different. On the Isle things were much simpler. If she enjoyed being around someone she gave them an offer and that was that. But Auradon had screwed her over once again. Everything she tried to ignore always came back to bite her in the ass and this was one of those moments. Ava only saw her as a friend, while Uma saw Ava in a much different light. She was somewhat used to losing by now, but it didn't dull the sting any less.
"Well you're not gonna lose me." Uma told the little mermaid, realising that while she'd gone off into her thoughts again Ava had been awaiting a reply.
"Good." Ava beamed, her forlorn expression instantaneously melting into one of utter happiness. Like usual. "You're wearing your braids down." She noted, as if she'd only just realised that small fact.
"Uh, yeah." Uma stuttered, slightly taken aback by the switch.
"I like it. You look more like yourself, like you did when you came here."
"You don't like my hair?" Uma teased light-heartedly, a small grin tugging at her lips.
"I love it. Look, the colour's in my tail." Ava twisted around in Uma's grip, lifting her tail as best as she could. "See?" The mermaid said happily.
"I see it." Uma confirmed. While her own legs were a simple teal, Ava's tail was a blended and beautiful mixture of teal and lilac. "Can I touch it?" Uma asked with hesitance. Usually she wouldn't give it a second thought, but this was Ava. Her friend. She'd already slipped up with the hair thing a few minutes ago and she knew that anything else would give her away.
Ava didn't give a reply. She nodded her head and Uma helped her lift her tail above the water, knowing that while fresh air was doing the little one some good, she wasn't fully healed just yet.
Uma warily moved in closer and lifted her normal hand. She'd always been a little curious as to what a mermaids tail felt like. Was it as slippery and smooth as her tentacle legs? Or was it different? She hadn't thought to ask before. But they were alone now, and that small itch in the back of her mind had to be scratched and soothed.
"It won't bite you." Ava quietly joked. She impatiently took Uma's hand into her own, giving no thought to the small flinch from the VK, and lowered their hands onto her tail.
Uma didn't have enough time to overreact on Ava's little movement. Before she knew it the mermaids hand wasn't even there. All she could feel was a slimy and bumpy surface. Not entirely uncomfortable, but a little strange.
"You know what you smell like?" Ava wondered strangely.
"Chlorine?" Uma chuckled, withdrawing her hand from the little ones tail. She was somewhat easily satisfied. Once those curiosities were put to rest she had no reason to keep anything up, and she didn't want to keep touching the tail at the risk of things getting a little too weird.
"Nope." Ava objected, making sure to pop the 'P'. "You smell like salt-water, and something else."
"Like what?" Uma inquired seriously, a frown making its way onto her face. A part of her already knew what was about to come out of the girls mouth. It was a nose-wrinkling smell she'd lived with for so long and had been constantly teased for. A disgusting odour that constantly reminded her of the betrayal she'd felt when she was younger. Becoming a Captain had earned her respect and fear but it couldn't take away everything. She'd worked in her mothers fish shop for years and the Isle's only way of getting clean was the ocean around it, and that wasn't much better. It was only now that they were in Auradon that she was able to conceal it somewhat, with numerous shampoos, conditioners and body-sprays. Plus hot showers and baths that they didn't have access to over on the Isle. It'd dulled, but it was still there.
"You smell like-" Ava stopped suddenly in her thoughtful rant. Her orbs searched Uma's face and then met her eyes. "The ocean." Was what she finally settled on. "It makes you...well, you! And it's awesome." Ava carried on afterwards with a kind smile.
"It doesn't bother you?" Uma asked with slight suspicion. She knew very well that 'the ocean' was not the word Ava was about to use, and though she was thankful the mermaid hadn't come right out and said the dreaded word, she had to know more.
Ava nodded and came closer. A little too close, in Uma's opinion. It was like she was about to tell some big, life-changing secret, but it threw the VK through a loop. Uma could just thank her first-mate for having no respect for boundaries, otherwise she wouldn't have been so self-controlled in that moment.
"Not one bit." The mermaid whispered.
The sudden and drowning tension was almost unbearable. Uma found it particularly irritating. So close and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. Was she a little resentful? Yes. She really wanted to claim the little mermaid, more so now than ever before. Not in the way Harry had with Queenie, however. Their relationship was breaking the boundaries and pushing at the brink of insanity. The Captain loved her first-mate dearly but even she had to admit it was a little messed up. But it was still something. It was a reciprocated kind of passion that those two had, a new kind of love that no one in the entirety of Auradon could begin to understand or strive for. Harry gave Queenie his worst more than his best and the princess of hearts was still enamoured with him. It wasn't fair.
Before anything could be done by either one, the doors to the pool banged against the wall, breaking up whatever had been started in the first place.
"Didn' mean ta interrupt, Captain." An accented voice said loudly.
Uma looked over at her best friend and first-mate, his princess coming in close behind him. She found her interests piqued at the sight of them. Something had changed.
"Just in time, actually." Uma said with feigned nonchalance. She was a little grateful for the interruption, if not slightly aggravated. "We need to get this one into the ocean." She said, her head gesturing towards Ava.
"Actually we don't." Queenie spoke up, bouncing on her feet as she held a small brown pouch in her hands. "This is...was, Thalia's. She said I could borrow it." The brown-haired princess said as she came forward, kneeling on the damp floor.
"What is it?" Ava asked, stretching and straining in a poor attempt to see what the contents were.
"Pixie dust." Queenie explained proudly. "Some of this sprinkled on your tail should reverse the effects. That's what Thalia said anyway." She mumbled, seemingly a little unsure if she wanted to take the risk of following the fairies instructions.
"I'll try it. I can't go back under again and the air's getting a little stuffy up here." Ava admitted with a grimace, her anxious eyes darting towards the water.
"Harry, get over here. Help me get her out of the water." Uma called her first-mate. His attentions, she realised with an annoyed sigh, had turned fully to Ava's tail.
"Harry." Queenie tried with a softer voice. It didn't work.
"First-mate!" Uma shouted loudly.
It worked. Harry jumped and pulled himself out of whatever trance he'd been in, rushing over to help the females.
Uma tightened her grip on Ava's tail and pushed, the entire act smoothened out slightly by Harry gripping beneath Ava's arms and pulling. A few push and pulls later and the mermaid was safely away from the water, shuffled away to the closest wall by Harry.
The princess of hearts crouched down beside her friend, dipping her hand into the pouch. All watched with eager and attentive eyes, two more curious than the other to see what it was Queenie held.
"Please work." Queenie whispered, more to herself than them. She opened her hand to show the glimmering dust, taking a small breath before she blew gently onto the golden particles, covering as much of Ava's tail as she could in the strong hopes that the powerful magic would work.
Luck was on their side this time, it seemed. The powder worked itself quick enough, Ava's wonderful mermaid tail shifting back into two legs with an almost blinding glow of gold.
"It worked." Ava laughed with relief.
Uma pulled herself out of the water and brought her own two legs back. She got to her feet and came towards the three, her wandering gaze often coming back to the pouch Queenie still held. Pixie dust. She'd never seen it herself before but she knew very well from countless discussions with Harry how powerful it was. When everything was done and they finally decided to leave Auradon Prep, the dust would be very useful in aiding their journey.
"What 'appens now?" Harry wondered out loud and to no one in particular.
"Well I don't know about you guys," Uma spoke, motioning to Harry and Queenie. She held out a hand to Ava, helping the girl to her wobbly feet. "But we're going back to our dorm room. But we'll speak in the morning." The Captain's tone was calm and casual, but the look she gave Harry told a little different. They had to talk in the morning.
"O' course Captain." Harry replied, replying to Uma's action with one of his own. A small and sharp nod.
"Bye guys." Ava said sweetly, earning a few waves in return. She hobbled out of the room with Uma, her legs attempting to adjust to the strange sensation of being brought back so quickly and after so many hours.
"How you feeling?" Uma asked the mermaid as they travelled through the empty hallway.
"I'm good. Thank you, though. For coming for me." Ava sighed tiredly, her head falling onto Uma's shoulder.
"Anytime princess."
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Queenie pushed her dorm room door open with the last of her strength, her body fighting the exhaustion threatening to take over. It truly had been a very, very long day.
The young princess fell down onto her bed with a groan of content. She shuffled and moved further into the plush blankets and mattress, her mind quieted for the first time in a few days.
A much bigger form fell down beside hers and she smiled slightly, closing her eyes as she relaxed even further. She had absolutely no idea what had somehow changed between her and the pirate, and maybe she never would. Either way, her best friend was safe and protected and things were as calm as they ever could be between her and the first-mate. Her world was finally at peace. If it ended in an hour or even a day, at least she was finally having this moment.
"I've seen pixie dust an' a mermaid in a very short space of time, but I'm already startin' ta see why my dad went a bit tapped over in Neverland." Harry spoke up.
Queenie giggled and opened her eyes, a little startled to see how close his face was to hers. She didn't have to search to meet the blue she was often so fond of, because they were already looking straight at her.
"You had fun though." She pointed out with a knowing smirk, lifting her left arm above her head to toy with her hair.
"That I did princess." Harry replied with a grin of his own. He turned to lay on his right side, his un-hooked hand moving to thread his fingers through Queenie's brown strands.
The princess bit at her bottom lip and closed her eyes at Harry's ministrations, freely allowing him do as he pleased so long as he wasn't hurting her. Queenie felt that, in some weird way, their earlier torment on Thalia had helped Harry relieve himself of some frustrations, easing him in some form or another. In some twisted and slightly sadistic way it had brought the two a little closer, at least to Queenie anyway. Her mind had been put at rest after releasing some of her own pent up aggression and she wondered if it was the same for him. They'd gotten it all out together, and were now revelling in the wonderful aftermath together. It would all come back eventually, she knew that, but at least for now it was gone. Only an unending sensation of a weight being lifted and something akin to euphoria left behind.
"Harry?" Queenie whispered. Her eyes remained closed, but she heard his small 'hum' that let her know he was listening. "I have to tell you something."
The hand that had been working her head so delicately stopped, and Queenie opened her eyes. He wasn't angry with her for interrupting their small moment and for that she was grateful. She'd have hated for him to go back to the way he was sooner than she'd have liked because she couldn't keep quiet. He was simply unreadable. If he was mad at her then she'd definitely know it, but this wasn't that. He just seemed curious.
"I-I'm not like you, Harry. I can't hurt people like this all the time. What we did to Thalia wasn't terrible but we could get sent back to the Isle for it. Especially you. I can't go around knocking people down and hurting them when they don't deserve it." Queenie said quietly, attempting to search his face for anything recognizable. The last thing she wanted to do was push him away from her somehow, but he had to know that this wasn't who she was. Not all the time, anyway.
Harry brought his hand back to his side and pushed himself up onto his hands. She followed his actions, mirroring them exactly until they were twisted awkwardly to face each other.
"I know ye're not like me, love. Ye never have been." Harry said simply, and Queenie furrowed her brows with slight confusion. "Even on the Isle. Ye were so fun ta play with, lass. So quiet an' shy aroun' everyone else, an' only I knew of yer little temper. It made things interestin'."
"You're not mad that I'm not evil?" She asked, a little sceptical of how unaffected he was. She'd prepared herself for something worse and now that it wasn't coming she felt a little unsettled.
"O' course I'm not mad. I was a little disappointed." He admitted with a chuckle, tilting his head slightly. "Ye're both. Nice when yer calm an' amazingly nasty when someone pisses ye off. That's a fun little trick all together, princess." Harry told her, staring at her with amusement. "Like a coin, ye toss it an' ye never know what ye're gonna get."
Queenie remained silent as she pondered his words. Two sides of the same coin. Good and bad. A foreign concept. She'd spent a good while assuming you could only be one or the other. The Isle or Auradon. Could Harry be right? Could she honestly be the person she was now and the person she would often sway towards in the darker sides of her mind?
"If I'm a coin then what does that make you?" She asked him.
Harry's smile widened and Queenie faltered. His smiles and grins often differed but this one she knew a little too well.
A small and sharp breath forced its way out of Queenie's chest as she found herself laying on her back once more. Her brown eyes widened as she stared at the pirate above her, her facial features enough to translate exactly what she found herself unable to voice. What the hell was he doing?
"Ye wanna know what I am, love?" He muttered, using the hands on either side of her head to lower himself down and between her legs, his face slowly inching towards her own.
"Harry?" Queenie managed to question. She didn't feel threatened or uncomfortable in any way, far from it in fact. Her stomach churned with unknown and strangely delightful tingles growing larger by the second. Her palms became so sweaty that she had to clench them shut. Her heart beat erratically against her chest and she had absolutely no idea if she wanted to run or stay. It was odd and unsettling, but in some messed up way she was enjoying it. She must have been going mad.
"I'm a hook, lass." Harry told her when he felt they were close enough. He kept the majority of his weight off of her, his chest a little heavier against her own until he could feel her heart thumping. His hands slowly moving to feel her hair in his fingers. The tip of his nose nudging at her own with precise movements.
Queenie waited patiently for Harry to do whatever it was he had set out to do, but he didn't. Instead of making that last little nudge towards her like she knew he wanted to do, he was hesitating. His lips were dangerously close to her own, so close in fact that she could feel his laboured breaths. She had absolutely no idea what he was waiting for so she looked. Harry's pupils were blown and he seemed just as affected by the near proximity as she was, one small move from him and they could both have what they wanted.
The young princess gave a small huff as she saw a small twitch at the corner of Harry's lips. Another smirk. The realisation came a little later to her that Harry was, once again, baiting her. He was doing at least ninety percent of the work but making her try harder for that last ten percent of it. If this was going to happen then it had to be her that took the jump, and she had to at least make sure she was ready for it.
"You're an ass, Harry." Queenie fired with slight annoyance.
"Aye, I am. But ye love it darlin'." He laughed in response, enjoying every part of her trying to figure him out and then some.
'Damn it.' Queenie thought to herself. She ignored the red flags and sentences from F.G.'s goodness book as they flew through her mind, firmly deciding that for once she would do something because she herself wanted to do it, and not give a shit about what others thought of her.
With a last, lingering breath Queenie snuck her right hand into Harry's hair. They could argue about his constant teasing later.
A loud crash rang out in the silent room and Queenie jumped, falling further back into her mattress as she twisted her head to see who had interrupted the much anticipated moment between her and the first-mate.
"Jay?!" Queenie exclaimed, covering her face with slight shame and guilt as she removed herself from Harry's hold.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him." Harry groaned from the same place he'd been, reluctantly moving off of the bed.
"Q', we have to get you out of here." Jay rushed, taking hard and deep breaths as he completely disregarded the situation he'd actually walked into.
"What's going on?" The princess asked nervously. Her old friend was often so collected and well-put, so seeing him so flustered and panicked was sending her into her own inner turmoil.
"Harry, take her somewhere. Anywhere! I don't care." The former thief demanded, quickly moving backwards to scan the hallway outside of the dorm room.
"An' why should I listen ta ye?" Harry wondered angrily, making his annoyance and frustration at the intrusion known.
"Because, asshole, they're coming for her."
AN
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