First, hello reader! I´m just here to tell you a little about the title. It´s based on Lost on you, by LP. I was listening this song and with the first lines all the story came to me. So now I´m just leaving here this. I really hope you like this, and please review.
"When you get older, plainer, saner
When you remember all the danger we came from
Burning like embers, falling, tender
Long before the days of no surrender
Years ago, and well you know".- LP, Lost on you.
Chapter Text
She couldn't scream.
Uma felt like she was suffocating. Without being able to breathe, without being able to take a breath. Her mother's tentacle had her tight around her waist and legs, bent against the wall of the Chip Shoppe kitchen, and her sword was too far to reach. She couldn't have done it, not when Úrsula's eyes were staring at her from the shadows, terribly fixed. Uma saw the pleasure in them, the triumph of her mother, she wanted to vomit at the feeling of weakness caused by that look of hers.
Her mother was drunk. Uma knew what would happen next, and she almost decided that she preferred the lashings of her tentacles on her back, even if they left open, stab wounds, than this. The island was not supposed to have a trace of magic, what a joke! Úrsula still had enough to amuse herself, as did Maleficent. Tricks only compared to what they used to be before, but just as wicked.
"Sing, you unhappy worm, you cheap siren!" Her mother screamed, and Uma heard her own voice coming from her throat, although her whole soul screamed at it her voice to stay inside. Her heart beating so fast she thought she might pass out at any moment.
Her voice came out completely and she heard Úrsula laugh ecstatically. The tentacle released, Uma fell to the ground, struggling to breathe, struggling to feel the air enter her lungs again. Without voice. She hated feeling this way, so vulnerable. She couldn't give orders, she couldn't say what she thought, what she wanted. She couldn't be a captain.
Úrsula took away more than her voice, took away part of her essence, left her reduced to that horrible nickname that Mal had given her, Shrimpy.
Insignificant.
"Uma!"
Harry's voice de ella brought her back to the present and she breathed trying to calm herself. She was next to Harry, she was in Auradon. There was no need to be afraid.
Except that she couldn't get rid of the nightmares.
"Are you okay, darling?" She asked Harry. Uma nodded, remembering that she was in the middle of the cafeteria line, that her stomach was actually screaming for food, and that her next class was in twenty minutes. Harry grabbed a lock of her hair between his fingers and looked into her eyes. Uma felt her heart from her warm immediately. "Just tell me what's bothering you, is it the potatoes?" Didn't you like the pudding? Whatever it is, name it and I'll hook someone.
Uma laughed.
"It won't be necessary, Harry. I'm distracted, that's all. Also, the pudding is delicious."
Harry served food on a single tray and they walked together to the table where Gil and the crew were waiting. Uma smiled. The dining room at Auradon Prep was not nearly the same as the long table they used to use at the Chip Shoppe, but her crew was exactly the same. They had remained loyal to Uma even after the barrier fell, so it was not strange to see them hanging around the Prep together.
Gil and Jonas were measuring forces with their elbows on the table while the others cheered. Harry and Uma took their seats, taking food from the same tray, an old habit they just couldn't get rid of. She was well aware that they attracted glances, but it really wasn't that bad. Although she no longer had to have power over territories, Uma liked to make it clear that her boys were a fierce and prepared crew.
"Come on Gil, beat him," Uma ordered, and then Gaston's son used all his strength to slam Jonas's hand against the table, to which everyone cheered. Screams. Laughs. She did not care that in this place they were all princesses and princes, the Island would never leave them.
"That's favoritism, Captain!" Jonas complained. Uma smiled cheekily.
"Don't be a crybaby," Harry scoffed. "Anyway, you knew what you were getting into, nobody beats Gil."
They all had to agree with him on that.
Uma sighed and exposed her neck, feeling authority through her body.
"How are you all doing with classes?" She asked. None of them had parents who demanded that they be good students, not even the teachers did, but they had Uma. She always demanded the best of her crew, in all respects. If any of them had trouble understanding something, she took the time to help them. That's why everyone considered her a fair captain.
She listened carefully as she made sure that everything was going well, that everyone was adjusting to their new lives. She felt Harry's hand slide into hers, a gesture he had adopted when they reached Auradon and he had to leave his hook in his room. The hook gave him security, held him to reality, and Uma had become that extreme that linked him to the present moment. She squeezed his fingers, letting him know they were there. That she was real. That there was no island and this was not a dream.
When lunch was over everyone started to get up, Uma waited for Harry to stand up to offer his her hand and he took it reverently, kissing her knuckles. They were in Auradon, but Uma would not cease to be the queen of the island. At least not so soon. He walked her to her next class.
"Uma," her first mate called hers, his voice abnormally nervous. "After dinner there is something I want to show you."
She smiled fondly.
"Okay, Harry. I will see you later."
He nodded and Uma watched him walk away. She felt strange not making plans, not gaining territory. She felt strange being in Auradon, but the fact that Harry was still Harry and that Uma was still herself comforted her. About the island, she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she wanted to leave behind everything that had tormented her. The most painful memories of her, the idea of never being able to show her crew the affection she had for them for fear of making them weak, or of making herself weak.
Everything was different here.