Hello and Welcome! This is my first story I've started in the last couple of years and my first venture into the world of Descendants. I absolutely love the Pirate trio of Uma, Gill and Harry but my all time favourite is Harry. His character is just so juicy and he's got so much potential. Though many love the idea of Uma and Harry as a couple I really like the two of them as best friends who are incredibly loyal to one another.
I've read countless soul mate stories over the years through many different genres and decided to finally try my hand at one and this idea simply wouldn't leave my mind. I've decided to go with two very overlooked "Villains" and some may argue they may actually not be Villains as the parental figures of my OC, the Cheshire Cat and Agathe the Enchantress. I have come across stories in the past that have used the Cheshire Cat and created an OC from him but this character is my own and has a very different take on her. I believe my soul mate idea is unique I don't recall every coming across something like this so I'm rather excited for how this is going to turn out. There are going to be some twists and turns throughout this story and I'm very excited to share this journey with all of you.
Sit back, relax and enjoy and we'll ride with the tide!
Lottie
The Isle was a truly horrible place. You wouldn't expect anything else with a locked island full to the brim with cut throats, murderers, pirates and villains. There wasn't a single honest, generous, selfless person among the throng of the island inhabitants. The Isle had always been dangerous but in the days since the coronation the Isle was a blaze of destruction and crime, the sudden shock of Maleficent escaping and subsequently being turned into a lizard had dissolved the balance of the Isle. For years Maleficent had ruled the Northern side of the Isle through fear alone, her minions making sure that the rules she had implemented were followed and the citizens in the Isle followed loyally from that very fear. Now she was gone and so was the peace that she created.
The Isle was more of a mess than normal, looters had come out in their troves and there had been nothing left untouched, windows had been smashed in houses and shacks around, the slop shops door had been completely destroyed and there wasn't a building in sight that hadn't been tagged with one gangs signature or not. Shops and stalls had been robbed of product and coin. Some of the weaker villain kids had made the wise choice to hide as the more feared among them patrolled the streets. Pirates, who were never seen far from their ships had come further in land and several of their tags had sprung up on the walls of the Inner Isle, there were rumours the fearsome five were demanding protection payments for a certain portion of the Isle and people were jumping at the chance.
Crime, though always high, was increasing daily with the body count slowly increasing there were now more children seen begging on the streets stealing what they could just o survive. The golden four were now the number one enemy to practically everyone on the Isle and with Maleficent gone Cruella, Jafar and the Evil Queen had disappeared hiding away only they knew where, their homes had been attacked, tagged and emptied. Cruella's fur coats were fetching a good price now they were being sold on the market stalls across the isle.
For many the real anger and bitterness towards the four traitors having gone over to Auradon was the fact they now had their chance to find their soul mate. Every single person born was gifted a soul mate, this one person was supposed to be the Ying to the Yang, strawberries to the cream the Beauty to the Beast. By the time you celebrated your first birthday your soul mate was sealed. On the day of your 16th birthday the first clue of who they were would appear, their initials would form like a tattoo, permanently forged on to the skin above your heart. Black Gold and Red were the three colours the initials would appear, everyone hoped for gold while fearing red. Each colour was significant and that colour was the start of your hunt.
Black was the most common colour on the Isle, a black initial showed you had not yet met your soul mate and for many on the Isle it was highly likely their soul mate was on the other side of the barrier. For many of the older Villains their Initials had turned red. Red was the symbol that your soul mate no longer belonged to this land, for those unlucky few, turning sixteen was a lonely experience, the red initials glaring obvious on their skin mocking them that their soul mate was already gone, their missing piece was truly lost. In some ways they were also the lucky ones, knowing they were alone never had them staring out to sea wondering if their lost piece was searching for them. They could move on find love and happiness with someone else. The final colour, gold, was for those who had already met their soul mate, if on your sixteenth birthday the initials on your chest appeared gold it meant at some point in your life the two of you had met. The initials could also start black but upon meeting your soul mate they would turn golden. It was no surprise to those who knew of the initials on Mal's chest, when she appeared at the coronation her initials were now golden in colour. She had found her soul mate in the now King. There were only a handful of the lucky ones on the Isle whose significant other was by their side and you could tell this by the marking that followed.
Once both significant other had met, the bonding of the souls would be initiated and for many its done as soon as they find out the truth. To bond, the two separate souls need to feel like they are one, and only an act of true intimacy could forge this. When the bonding is completed a small mark would form beside their initial, it would be something of great importance to your soul mate. It was a well known fact that Queen Belle had a small rose beside the initials of the Beast and a book was on the King Beasts chest.
Certain qualities would form once two separate souls were bonded, it had been written in all the books that you would be able to sense if your significant other was in pain, afraid or anxious. You would be able to sooth the angriest of tempers. Their scent would be intoxicating to you, it could make you weak at the knees and awaken a desire in the pit of your stomach that could have you begging for more. The urge to comfort, protect and love that one person would overcome the desires that made a Villain a Villain.
Some people craved the knowledge of knowing and meeting their soulmates while others feared the very idea, a love so strong as that, caused from a Soul bonding could lead to weakness, you suddenly have a leverage that can be used against you and on the Isle, for those who were matched to a darker Villain you were now more in danger than ever. Lacking the ability to protect yourself you were quickly captured attacked or beaten whether that was for power or in revenge against your significant other. It was said the late husband of Anastasia Tremaine had been murdered when her own son was only a few years old by those looking for revenge on her, the baker who never truly belonged on the Isle had blindly followed his soul mate and after only a few years he was killed. Her screams of anguish were said to have carried across the Isle upon her hearing the news. Now whenever she was seen the initials of her past love glared red for everyone to see the small loaf of bread to the left a glaring reminder of the man she had lost.
Dreams were another clue to who your soul mate was, at sixteen it was increasingly common to dream of your soul mate, it might just be the smallest things like colour of their hair sprawled across your chest while you lay in bed or them simply running their hands along your shoulders before wrapping around your waist their head resting against the muscles of your back. Sometimes the dreams were more vivid and one would awaken breathless, a tingling sensation on their skin where the hand of their soul mate had touched them in their dreams.
It was another down side to being locked on the Isle, their was no off switch for the dreams and when your soul mate was living a free life in the land of luxury and you couldn't get to them, it was a slow form of torture to close your eyes and see them, feel them, smell them, love them only to be woken by daylight alone in a cold bed with the last remnants of them fading away. It was enough to drive someone mad.
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For Alex today was the day of her 16th birthday the very day her life would start to change for better or for worse, she wasn't quite sure. Rolling out of bed she glanced out of the window to the weather outside. It was raining and and she shuddered a little. She hated the rain, detested it in fact. Reaching for the coat on the floor she wrapped her small frame in to the animal skin. It hadn't been an easy thing to steal but one of Cruella's coats was worth the effort it had taken. She wasn't sure the leopard print was exactly her style but it kept the cold morning air out, pulling it tighter around her frame she moved closer to the window. It was going to be another spectacular dull day. Below her she could see the market stalls setting up for the mornings trade. 20 percent off plums now only 3 silver coins Alex scoffed even at 20 percent knocked off the price was still extortionate, then again, all food on the Isle was overly priced, but to old Bertha down below her discounted bruised and over ripen plums were now a good price.
Pushing back the curtain to block the view from outside Alex shock her head and reached for a plum she had stolen off of her the night before. Squinting at the overly sweet taste she quickly devoured the fruit. Juices of the fruit trailed down Alex's hand and she quickly licked it away before the juices touched the fabric of the coat. Plums weren't her favourite but it had been easy pickings and her supplies were dwindling. Stepping over the trinkets that littered the floor she slowly rested atop of the thin mattress and reached for a piece of stale bread and her last tin of soup. Using the rusted tin opener she slowly opened the tin before pouring it into a pan. A small electric hob she had stolen, from a stall over in the southern side of the Isle a few months ago, was her only form of cooking appliance. in a matter of minutes she was dipping her bread into her soup. Soup was one of the few things that were still in date when they arrived on the Isle but they often came in battered tins.
As she ate her breakfast Alex thought about the significance of today, she was officially 16 and she knew if she was to remove her top there would be a set of initials burned into her skin, two letters that would tell her exactly where her heart belonged. Would they be black or red, would she have any idea who they could belong too. Subconsciously she rubbed at the spot she knew they'd be before taking another sip of her soup. She was 16 and alone, she had been alone for exactly 168 days, it was just under six months when she had said goodbye to her Father for the last time. He had died holding her hand telling her he had loved her and wanted her to be happy and safe. Nearly six months had passed and she was safe but not exactly happy. After the death of her father things for her hadn't changed too much. Being the only child and daughter of the Cheshire Cat wasn't easy. Her father wasn't a well known figure on the Isle and had very dangerous enemies. She knew all about the Heart family but most importantly the Queen of Hearts.
Her father and the Queen had a long difficult history, a history that would have surly ended her Father's life a lot earlier if the Queen knew he was on the Isle. Like his days in Wonderland her Father had been placed on the Isle and he had practically disappeared from society. Only a few people knew of his presence and in the early years the Queen had believed it to be true and had hunted him for the first year. But he never left any signs and she quickly decided it was all rumours and had eventually stopped. If she had been more persistent she probably would have eventually found him. The Isle after all was only so big. He had none of his magical abilities on the Isle and had returned to his original state long before he was cursed into a cat form. One night when she was 14 her Father told her the truth, Born a Lord of Wonderland he was called Atticus Cattermole and had been cursed by a witch and forced to spend the rest of his life trapped in Wonderland in the form he was famous for. She missed him dearly, she missed his large smile, his cheeky winks, his teasing playful personality. His long hugs and reassuring words. She missed it all. He wasn't like the other Villains on the Isle he was warm and loving, he cared for her and for her late mother. She'd give anything to have him back.
Her mother had died just over two years ago, she had died in the middle of spring. Her looks came from her mother, they both had long blond hair and bright green eyes, petite stature but had been blessed with 'curves in all the right places'. She had rolled her eyes as her Mother had often told her she'd be a heart breaker one day, that she'd have boys running after her panting like dogs. Her mothers words at 14 had embarrassed her, she was not interested in attracting any boys attention thank you, she had told her mother this and she had chuckled. One day she'd have a soul mate and she would thrive on the idea that she could have him on his knees, there was power in being beautiful, after all her Mother was an Enchantress.
Imprisoned to spend the rest of her life on the Isle all because she had cursed Prince Adam into a Beast. She had helped him find his inner beauty and in doing so giving him his beautiful wife. But did he see it like that? No, she was a powerful sorceress who had tricked men and women if she deemed them cold hearted. It had been decided by the Fairy God mother that her magic was evil and she had been banished. Her mother had often said she should have the left the Beast to die as the final petal had fallen before the admission of Belle's love.
Her mother had remained beautiful even to her dying day. She had died peacefully in her sleep and even though her magic had been taken from her she still didn't age. She was several hundred years old but she still looked as beautiful and young as the day she had cursed the Beast. Though on the outside she was young and beautiful inside she was old and without her magic to sustain her she gradually became weaker and weaker. Her father had been devastated when she had died though they weren't soul mates their love was true and pure and it was the one thing that Alex hoped she would one day understand. She didn't need a set of initials on her skin to tell her who she should love, she would love the person who made her heart flutter, who was kind and just, honest and brave, handsome and charismatic.
"Sounds like a prince," Alex muttered aloud to herself, but there were no Princes on the Isle just Villains, sure as a young girl she had hoped her very own Prince Charming would find her and carry her away from the Isle to live in Auradon in his big fancy castle. She had dreamed of forests with baby deer's running around, magical waterfalls that could heal all illnesses, rainbows with the pot of gold at the end with a funny little man all in green speaking in riddles. As she grew older she knew it was just a fairy tale, Villain kids didn't get happily ever afters.
Stretching out across her bed Alex thought of her parents, imagining their faces as they stared at her waiting to see the initials on her heart. Her father would be nervous he hated Soul Mates and the power they could have over someone but she knew her Mother would be bouncing on her heels with excitement to see if she could take a guess of who it could possibly be.
Who could it be? That was the true question Alex mused as her hand rested against the spot. Who would they be, and what would they be like? Would he be a he or a she. At that thought Alex frowned she had never considered herself interested in the same sex but the soul supposedly knows best, could her heart really be missing for a girl. She couldn't imagine her mother would be very pleased, her Father probably would have been. Boys had wandering hands he would often say when she asked him if would ever be ok with her dating. Though it was a possibility the initials could be those of a female, she imagined her soul mate as a male. She had seen boys of all kinds on the Isle on her late night walks and on the odd occasions she snuck out in the day, though she kept to herself her eyes would roam over the forms of the men on the Isle. She was partial to dark hair she had quickly discovered after spending more than a few minutes staring at a couple of dark haired men over the months. She'd need someone full of character, who had enough confidence for the two of them. She wanted them to have a beaming grin, her mother had always said the thing that attracted her most to her father was his smile. It was large and full of teeth and it was infectious and when he grinned at you no matter how bad your mood was you couldn't help but grin back at him.
Yes she wanted her soul mate to have an infectious smile, it would help if he was attractive not only on the outside but the inside too. A difficult task on the Isle but not impossible, Alex imagined that a lot of the Villain kids had a softer kinder side hidden in them but it was hidden deep probably locked away in Davy Jones's chest. But it was there and they needed just one person to see it to know that they weren't fully rotten to the core.
Glancing at her chest Alex sighed, there was only so long she could put off the inevitable. With a steady breath she stood from mattress and walked over to the mirror in front of her. it was a broken shard off what would have been a much large piece but it was big enough for her to see her whole face in. She lowered the coat off her shoulders and reached for her top. Closing her eyes she lifted the top over her head and held her breath. " On three," she took a steady breath "One, two, three..." she peeled open her eyes and glanced to the mirror. Two identical letters were staring back, written in the colour black H.H was visible.
A tightening in her stomach formed as she looked at the letters marking her, she only knew of one person on the Isle who was a similar age to her with those initials. And it made her blood run cold, of all the letters in the alphabet it had to be them. With shaky hands Alex traced the letters, her skin felt no different, there was no raised skin, no pain not even a tingle. She wanted to cry to scream to throw something to run away and never look back. H.H could only mean one person and they were here on the Isle, she knew of them but had never actually met him in person. She'd seen him but he had never seen her and it was why the initials were black. Only upon meeting would their initials turn golden and she'd be trapped to him forever. She felt sick. Dropping to the floor Alex buried her head in her hands. H.H meant one person... Hugo Heart the son of the Queen of Hearts.
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Harry Hook hated mornings, he had started hating mornings not long after turning 16, sure he wasn't overly fond of them beforehand but now he hated them even more. Like most on the Isle he had woken on his 16th birthday with two black initials on his heart. He had been relieved to find them not red but not overly surprised at them being black. Majority of the Isle had black initials, he had shrugged his shoulders and done what everyone at 16 did. He searched, but A.C was not exactly a common set of Initials and it didn't take very long for the few contacts he did have to come up empty. He'd enquired about every 15 16 and 17 year old girl but nobody knew. It took only a few weeks for him to come to the idea that his soul mate was in Auradon.
He wasn't the only one to have a soulmate in Auradon, practically three quarters of the Isle's significant other was on the other side of the barrier. Clearly the cosmos wanted to balance the books of good and evil and had paired almost everyone up with someone very different to them. He had tried to think of who in Auradon would have the surname C but the only name that came to mind was the Charming's. He had chocked on his drink as the name hit his mind. He'd been at the Chip Shoppe and had made a right fool of himself, spluttering water all over. A hard hit to the back from Gill had stopped the choking but the thought stayed in his mind. As the dreams started a few weeks into being 16 the idea he could well be matched to the daughter of Prince Charming and Cinderella became more real. At first it was just a sea of blonde hair that he saw, sometimes it was loose and wavy like the ocean and sometimes it was tied up in a high ponytail. As the dreams progressed he was slowly being driven mad with insatiable desire. Only the night before he had woken coated in sweat his heart racing and he was gasping for air as though he'd just fled for his life. The dream to cause such an affect had infuriated him. She'd been naked from the waist up but her back had been to him, her hair had been tucked over her shoulder and her back was completely exposed, pale flesh stared back at him and he could see his own hands rest on her shoulders and slowly slide down her arms as he pressed a soft kiss to her right shoulder. The lingering feeling of her skin itched his palms and his lips had tingled from the sensation. He could have hooked someone!
His father had found his mood hilarious, which had only angered him even more. He hadn't said anything about it to him but it appeared his Father simply had to take one look at his only son and knew exactly what had angered him so early in the morning. "More like me than I realised," the old Captain had chuckled and Harry had glared even harder at him. His younger sister had simply watched the exchange confused. He had told his father in no polite words to go and do one before grabbing an apple and stomping off the Jolly Roger, his fathers booming laughter echoing in his ears.
This morning however had made him frown, for months he had believed his soul mate to be the daughter of Cinderella all the clues were pointing to that family, he had come around to the idea of having a Princess for a soul mate and somewhere in his twisted mind he'd fantasized about how he'd make her the most beautiful pirate the lands had ever seen. He'd darken her soul and she'd lust for the darkness he would provide. He thought they'd break down the Isle and he would swoon in and take her and sail away but his latest dream had put a holt to every fantasy he had because now he wondered if she was someone else.
All the other dreams the back ground had been hazy and she had been the soul vision but this time the background was clearer and it was one he recognised well. Again he didn't see her face but she was sat in the Chip Shoppe talking to Gil, wearing Isle clothes. There was no fancy princess dress no tiara that he had expected to see if she was in public. No, she was wearing a beat up leather jacket and a pair of black jeans, she had weathered boots that went up to her thigh and her hair was in her signature ponytail. She had turned to face him and as she moved the dream had faded away and he was awake starring up at the ceiling more confused than ever.
Was she on the Isle? Surly she couldn't be. He had searched for her. He had asked about her and he had heard nothing, there was no girl on the Isle with the initials A.C. Or was it he just hadn't looked hard enough. What if she hadn't yet turned 16 and didn't have a soul mate mark yet. Could it be that she did and didn't want to be found? Even if she didn't want to be found people would have heard about her though. A girl as stunning as she was couldn't have been completely invisible. Well he assumed she was stunning he'd not actually seen her face for all he actually knew she could look like an old hag and it was why she hid. Wrinkling his nose at the thought he shook his head. No, something in his stomach was telling him she was beautiful, stunning, enchanting even. He just couldn't place what. Could she be in reach, was his hearts desire closer than he had thought.
Gill had been in the dream it was the first time someone other than he or her had been in his dreams, did he know of her? Could it be she actually went by a nickname so her actual name wasn't known. Kicking his feet out of bed he grabbed his clothes from the floor and dressed with gusto. For months he had thought his soul mate was on the other side of the barrier but now he could feel it, he could feel something in him change. She was here he just knew it. Grabbing his hook and sword he swung open the door to his room and stepped straight out walking straight into a shorter body.
"Look where you're going much!" Harry blinked looking down at the body he'd knocked to the floor before a wicked gin formed on his face.
"What canna say, you've always been a bit of a push over." Before reaching out his hand, his sister stared up at him suspiciously and Harry rolled his hands before bending down and grabbing her wrist in a tight hold yanking her to her feet. Once she was steady she looked at him strangely before nodding her head. One simply didn't show gratitude so openly on the Isle.
"What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" Harriet asked as they walked down the corridor before jogging up the stairs steering in the direction of the main dining room.
"Canna not be in a good mood?"
"First thing in a morning? You? Absolutely not." Rolling his eyes at his sister he turned down the next corridor.
"Well maybe I just had a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah I'm still not buying it, what you hiding little bro." Ignoring his sister he stepped into the dining room ignoring his father and younger sister who hadn't even looked up as the two of them had walked in. They took their seats and quickly placed the food on their plates. Breakfast was often a silent affair and it was one of the only times Harry had to engage in his families company, that and an evening meal once a week.
Harry had wished many times over the years that he'd had a brother instead of two sisters and now was another one of those times. He could feel his sister staring at him glaring into the side of his face like she was trying to read his mind. He could see CJ glancing towards him every so often with a frown on her face but Harriet was making it obvious. Amused at his sisters reaction Harry looked at her a large smirk spreading across his face that seem to only annoy her more.
"Something wrong with your brother's face?" Captain Hook asked, he'd silently been watching the exchange between his eldest two children when they had walked through the door, he could feel something was off.
"Yeah, he's far too happy for a morning."
Harry scoffed. "Wha' ama not allowed to be a 'appy?"
"Please since you turned 16 you've been miserable on a morning," Harriet snapped back, "excuse me for trying to work out what has caused such a difference in your glorious personality and whether it's contagious and I need to move seats."
"You could do with smiling a bit more Harriet, you're getting scowl lines," CJ butted in with a sly grin, cackling as she dodged the knife that Harriet threw her way.
"Try not to kill your sister at breakfast, I'm not sure we'll get the blood out of the table cloth." Drawled Captain Hook as he placed his own knife on the table and looked upon his three children. "Now I will not have my children fighting, unless it's with a sword. Calm your temper Harriet you should rise above your sisters behaviour."
"Yes Father," Harry smirked at his sisters scolding, listening to her response threw gritted teeth he glanced to CJ who was hiding her grin behind her drink. Biting into the ripened fruit he wondered how his soul mate would fit into the dynamic that was his family. If she was the Auradon princess she would be eaten alive, there was no way his sisters would give her a break and would tear her to shreds, his father would sit in his chair an amused smirk on his face as he watched her squirm uncomfortably. All the while trying to remain polite and proper while surrounded by a bunch of pirates, but if she was a girl from the Isle... A girl who was used to roughing it, a girl who wouldn't feel the need to be overly polite and respectful, he could imagine her witty comebacks chuckling with CJ as they all infuriated Harriet. A small smile crossed his face at the thought, maybe they could recruit her to the Lost Revenge whoever she was, he knew Uma wouldn't say no if he had asked. He just had to find her first.
"See!" Harry's thoughts were cut short at his sisters exclamation.
"She does appear to have a point, what has got you so happy this morning."
"Nothin' I jus' woke up 'appy. Now am off and I'll see ya's in the mornin'" He pushed his chair out and stood, he grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on, grabbing the hook off the table he picked his sword from the ground before turning and walking to the door.
"Harry," Grimacing Harry paused and looked back to his Father who was staring at him. His chest was leant forwards with both arms resting on the table and his chin a top of his silver hook. His good hand was drumming away on the table as he stared at him. "Don't let your dreams dictate your actions they don't always show us the truth, just what our heart desires."
Harry stood sill almost frozen to his spot as he looked at his Father, he had turned his attention back to his breakfast no longer giving his middle child another thought but Harry's mind was reeling with how. How had his Father known what he was thinking? Forcing his feet forwards he left the room without any further acknowledgement and quickly made his way off the ship. The welcoming mist of the sea spray greeted him as he finally stepped outside and looked around his home. He stomped off the the gangplank his hook tightly in his hands he straightened his shoulders and walked. On his Father's ship he was a boy, the second child the only son, but on the Isle his reputation was growing he was ruthless and fierce. Afraid of no one. His temper was lethal and already many had fallen prey to his slightly sadistic nature. He'd never backed down from a fight and was willing to Hook anyone if they crossed him. He was a true Island Villain and as those weaker and smaller stepped out of his way his smirk widened. Yes life was good, whistling a tune he took a left to the Chip Shoppe with every intention of finding out if his blonde haired beauty was truly on the Isle or not because if she was, he was coming for her and he'd make her his.
Translations
Canna - Can't I
Ama - Am I
Ya's - you all
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