Ahh! Nearly 120 reviews! Guys, I'm flattered, really.

So... to celebrate: a Soulmate AU. Because why not? I've been stuck on the canon ground for a little too long. Making this up as I go, because Soulmate AUs are always different. Then I shall get back to requests.

Harriet/Anthony, my #1 book ship!

CJ has a little mark of her own. See if you can figure out who I ship her with. Guess correctly and get a virtual cookie :)

When Harry woke up on his Super-Sinister-Thirteenth Birthday, he stretched his arm, blocking out the sudden sunlight that was only visible through dawn and dusk.

What he didn't expect, however, was on the backside of his left palm.

A mark. A nautilus shell, to be precise.

Harry frowned. Did he ever go to a tattoo place? It was black-and-white, fresh, but his hand didn't hurt at all.

Suddenly, a eleven-year-old CJ burst in the door. "Happy Birthday!" She cheered at the top of her lungs.

Her brother scoffed. "Why are you so cheery? And how can you just barge in my room like that? I could've been changing!"

Harriet leaned against the doorframe. "Like we haven't seen you naked before?"

Harry just let out a grumble as he buried his face in his of his sisters froze. "Harry, what's on your hand?"

His arms went to his sides as he shrugged. "Dunno."

CJ took his hand and inspected it. "Well, we didn't see it yesterday, so," she rubbed it, and looked at her fingers. "Not temporary..." her face suddenly lit up brightly. "Ette..."

Harriet's mouth dropped. "No. Way." She stared at her little brother. "That's..."

"What?" Harry asked impatiently.

"It's a soulmark!" CJ squealed. "They're so rare nowadays!"

"Soulmark? What the heck is that?" The son of Captain Hook groaned.

The two girls smiled brightly. "A soulmark is a mark on your skin that represents a human being. That special person is supposed to be your soulmate, or girlfriend or boyfriend. Your significant other. When it's black and white, it means you haven't met them yet. Watch your hand as you pass by people. It should turn colorful when you meet your soulmate," Harriet informed.

Harry face planted into the bed. "Why does this stuff always happen to me?" Harriet and CJ shared a look before taking off their fingerless gloves.

"It's a little more common to those with Neverland blood," Harriet said. She showed her left hand, which had a colorful image of a shattered glass slipper. "Anthony Tremine," she added, blushing.

"I got mine early and still can't figure it out," CJ pouted. On her hand was a glass bottle, like those you hold potions in, with some dark liquid in it. It was still black and white.

Harry shoved on a glove before crossing his arms. "So how do I know this soulmate will even like me back?"

Harriet, (who was apparently the expert on this kind of stuff) answered him. "Because it's not like it's forcing you to love someone. It's someone that you'll have feelings for on your own."

"Alright, whatever. I'm going to get dressed. Goodbye."

Harry kept walking through the streets. Soulmate. Ha. Whatever. He was thirteen, not quite ready for a soulmate yet.

He strode quickly in the Fish and Chips Shoppe. Gil was already there, as expected. What if... Harry immediately scoffed at the idea of his soulmark being colored by the son of Gaston. They were friends, nothing more, nothing less. Plus, a shell wasn't really his mark.

He wondered for a second if it were Mal, but his thoughts were shot down at the idea. She's not all that great anyway, he decided.

Uma appeared in her apron with a tray of fried clams and eggs for the two boys. Harry noticed how Gil ate them slowly, his eyes not focused on anything. Probably had another bad day, he thought, flinching. Gil's father and brothers weren't the best. Harry's dad wasn't awesome either but his sisters had his back.

"Hey Harry. Gil." She said nonchalantly, before heading off to serve another customer.

The pirate nodded at Uma as he left, giving a quick smirk. He slipped her a tip before walking out on her astonished face.

As soon as he walked out, he felt a small sting on his hand, but largely ignored it.

Three years later, he had not looked at his mark. What was the point? He didn't care about that kind of stuff.

It was obviously not Mal, since she had fallen for Beastie-boy.

He sighed, as he stared at the fuzzy T.V screen in Ursula's Fish and Chips. Uma dropped a tray in front of him and threw a clam at the T.V. "Why is she so special?"

Harry sneered at the screen. "Because Beastie-boy took all the dumb people so they didn't come up with a plan to rule Auradon." Uma didn't seem satisfied. "Uma, all this power we earned ourselves. Those idiots just got it from their parents. And that's why people were scared of them. But people respect and fear us because we earned the respect by ourselves. We're so much stronger than them."

Uma pursed her lips, before nodding and resting to the table from her shift, which had, by the bags Harry could see under her eyes, been last night's night shift as well.

Harry had his back to the table, and placed his hand on Uma's. His left hand.

Immediately, that same stinging feeling he felt three years ago jolted through his hand. He flinched and retracted his hand, slowly peeling off the glove.

Underneath, was a perfectly colored golden nautilus shell. When his hand went closer to Uma's, it glowed.

"What is that?! And why is it glowing?!" Harry's eyes shot up too Uma, who was pretty freaked out. He pulled the glove back on as fast he could.

"Its nothing, just the lighting," he assured.

"Liar."

Harry sighed. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

On the Lost Revenge...

"So..." Uma started, crossing her arms.

"It's a soulmark, alright?!" Harry huffed. "It's common for people with Neverlandian blood. I kept it hidden because were on the Isle and I don't wanna deal with that kind of stuff!"

Uma stared at him. "So it glowed... when you touched me?"

Harry froze in his tracks. "Um..."

The daughter of Ursula growled. "I'm supposed to be your soulmate?" She paced the room, then stared at Harry. "Can you just, go for a bit? I need some time."

Harry nodded glumly and trekked out, ignoring the pang of guilt in his stomach.

He was soon home and Harriet frowned at him. "Uma," he whispered, holding up his hand. Harriet's eyes widened. He brushed past her to go to his old room.

Harry stared at the ceiling, tears threatening his eyes but he refused to cry. Harriet knocked on the door, but walked in right afterwards. "I'm so sorry," she said slowly.

"Why can't she just like me back? Why is it so difficult?" He suddenly burst. "I've had a crush on her so long and she just ignores me!"

Harriet sighed. "Long ago when everything was perfect, both people had soulmarks for each other. But now, since magic isn't common, it's usually one-way. It's harder for your soulmate to like you back, which isn't good."

"Why?" Harry was suddenly not liking this conversation. He didn't know why.

Her face turned a little pink. "Well, you can't hurt them. Like, you'll feel so bad you Burt into a sobbing fit. Trust me." Her face went redder. "And um, well, after you find your soulmate, you're going to want... how do I put this... more from them. And not in that way," she assured, seeing Harry's horror-splayed face. "That part is up to you. But you'll want them to notice you, give you attention. Physical contact. Things like that."

"No wonder I've been after her affection for three years," he muttered. Harriet's face was slack-jawed.

"Three years you've been putting up with it?! Harry, that could've killed you if you didn't at least confess! No wonder you've been so crazed!" She rubbed her temples angrily. "Uma's going to need to learn she has to make time for you if she doesn't want to lose her first mate."

Harry was soon met by Gil. "Uma wants you," he said simply, then strode off to do whatever Gil does. Harry honestly didn't really care.

When Harry saw Uma, he first had the urge to hug her, or just touch her. Stupid soulmark, he thought irritatedly.

"So... I've been thinking..." Uma said slowly. Harry didn't meet her gaze, staring a hole in the ground. "That maybe it's possible... but not right now."

Harry bit his lip. Uma, you don't have a choice! He thought. You kinda have too! Unless you want me even more crazy! Instead, he spoke two words. "I'll wait."

"Is there going to be anything... weird with this?" She gestured to his hand.

Harry flushed. "Well, um, I'll kinda be wanting for... affection. Ya know." He ducked his head.

Uma nodded, slowly taking his hand in hers. "Like this?" Harry felt a wave of relief and nodded. "Or... more?"

"Not that more," he assured. "But yeah. Soon, just hand-holding won't be enough. Hug, kisses, cuddles," every word felt so weird on his tongue. "I'm sorry if this bothers you. You don't have too." He ripped his hand away from hers, immediately feeling the longing need of his soulmate flow through him. He needed her.

But she didn't need him.

What if she didn't like him?

Harry stiffened, tears flooding his eyes. He tried to stop, but it was useless. I guess being around your soulmate makes you more open. "I'm sorry if you don't like me back. We don't have to do this. I can deal with it."

"Does it hurt you? To be away from me?" There was a soft tone in her voice. Harry turned away. "It does, doesn't it? It's alright, if it's hurting you then..."

"No!" Harry suddenly shouted, spinning around. Uma flinched. "I can't just force you in a relationship! I could never hurt you in that way! Well, technically I can't hurt you at all, but still!"

Uma slowly, slowly took a breath. "Harry, I do like you. I was just to proud to admit it. I'm sorry, just really hesitant about this. It's alright." She placed a small kiss on his cheek. Harry felt the warmth of his soulmate and a smile formed on his lips.

"I..." he started. "Thank you." He rushed off in a blur, his face beet-red.

When he made it back to Jolly Rodger and shut his door, a dumb smile was plastered, not, etched on his face. He slowly opened the door and tiptoed over to Harriet's room.

"Mm, Anthony..." he froze, his face pale, until he turned quite crimson. Harriet was seventeen after all.

The door opened to reveal a (thank anything at this point) fully dressed Harriet. She turned to see her possibly scarred for life brother. "Oh god, no it wasn't that!" She hissed. "We aren't that far!"

Harry let out a breath as Anthony walked out, wrapping his hands around his girlfriend's waist. "She said yes... sort of," he admitted shyly. Harriet beamed. "And she kissed... my cheek."

Harriet clasped her hands together. "That's wonderful!" She cried. Anthony let go as she tackled her brother in an embrace. Harry was shocked but returned it. Anthony grinned at him.

"I have barely any idea what you two are talking about, but I'm guessing it's good." Both Hooks laughed and nodded. Harriet placed a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

"Yes, it's good. It means I don't have to worry about my little brother any more," she joked.

"HEY!" Harry protested, crossing his arms and pouring playfully.

Harriet laughed. "Only kidding. I love both of you, don't forget that, baby bro."

"I'M not the baby here! That's CJ!" Harry argued.

"Right, whatever, Harrison." She stuck out her tongue, knowing fully well Harry did not like going by his full name.

"HARRIET!"

And we end there, because I can't write it much longer without losing inspiration. Sorry it's really rushed. I'll try slowing down.

And guys, please hold the requests, because I have a LOT to write. You're all so helpful :) I promise I'll tell you when I'm ready for them again, because I bet ya'll love being helpful.

Anthniet is life. And guess CJ's soulmate!

Hint: He only appears in Wicked World, and his name "sounds like a laundry detergent." (I have a feeling I'll be baking all night *sips butterbeer* alright, let's start baking!)