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Chapter 6: What're Pancakes?

Harry's POV:

I prop meself up on me elbows. Afta all that, she's just gonna leave like that? She 'truts o'er ta me door. "Where're ya goin'?", I quickly ask as I sit up. Maybe 'er leavin' isn't 'uch a good idea aft'r all. No, it's not. I need ta keep an eye on 'er. I 'urns 'round 'nd quirks a brow at meh. "I thought ya WANTED me ta, leave.", she says. OH I DO, but I can't risk 'er slippin' from meh grasp so easily. If she's from Boradon, she'll be useful ta me crew and meh. She'd be a great bargainin' chip. If she's a spy, then I get the PLEASURE of 'orturin' 'er. If she's really orphaned Isle trash with no 'ffiliation ta any oth'r crews, she'd be a great addition ta mine. I 'eed ta think of an 'cuse ta keep 'er from leavin'. "Ya can't just kiss meh like that 'nd leave.", I reply. She crosses 'er arms. "Why not?", she asks meh. DAMNIT. I stand up, 'nd 'trut o'er ta 'er. I just need ta 'urn on tha charm, that'll keep 'er here. I 'nvade 'er personal space. She doesn't back up like I 'ould've. I brush a 'trand o' hair 'hind 'er ear, 'nd 'er eyes slightly widen. I run me thumb down 'er jaw. " 'Cause I don' want ya ta.", I whisper. 'er face slightly 'urns red. I knew she 'ouldn't be able ta resist meh. That was made pretty clear from early on, but I hadn' seen 'er get this flustered yet. "Then MAKE me, stay.", she whispers back. I guess she's inta that kinda thin' when she wants ta be. I 'rab 'er shoulders, 'nd shove 'er backwards. She lets 'erself stumble back. I advance 'wards 'er, 'nd shove 'er 'gain. She stumbles closer ta me bed. Just 1 more shove, that's all it'll take.

Hazel's POV:

I KNEW he wouldn't let me leave afta that, kiss. Of course, the KISS isn't the main reason he wants me ta stay. He clearly momentarily forgot about my, shady, behavior. Ya know what they say, keep yare friends close and yare enemies CLOSER. I let him push me back in the, direction, of his bed. I said I'd be stayin' the night, didn't I? Insert smirk emoji here. Instead of pushin' me back 1 final time, he steps closer ta me, and leans in. He doesn't close the, gap, for some reason. I grab his shirt, and close the distance for him. Our lips crash tagether, and he immediately starts ta kiss me back. MAN, is he a good kisser. I wasn't ta sure he WOULD be, I'm glad he didn't disappoint though. I hook my arms around his neck, and TRY to pull him even closer than he already is. He nips my lower lip, and I gasp inta his mouth. His hands grip my waist as his tongue finds it's way inta my mouth. I lean back, lettin' myself fall onta his bed, makin' him fall with me. He breaks the kiss, and looks down at me. I take it the fall took him by surprise. I giggle, and he shoots me a smirk. He, rolls, off me and lands feet 1st onta the floor. He pulls his, shirt, off over his head and tosses it across the room. I sit up, CLEARLY admirin' his shirtless form. "Well SOMEONE'S been workin' out.", I remark. He, purposely, puffs his chest out as he starts unzippin' his pants. I playfully roll my eyes. Gods, he just LOVES ta get his ego jacked off. He's constantly, insecure, about himself. So he NEEDS someone ta give him reassurance, which is probably hard ta get on the Isle.

Harry's POV:

I 'ould feel 'er watchin' meh aft'r I took me shirt off 'n tossed it 'cross tha room. I might 'ave slightly puffed me chest out aft'r 'er comment. I kic' me pants off then toss 'em 'cross tha room as well. I like ta sleep in me underwear, it's just more comfortable tha' way. I turn back 'round, 'nd she's 'lready hoggin' all me blankets. I'm just 'bout ta climb in behind 'er when I notice 'er clothes on tha 'ground. I quirk me brow at 'er. "What?", she innocently asks. From what I can 'ell, she stills has 'er 'nderwear on. "Ya sleep in yare 'nderwear ta?", I ask 'er e'en though tha's clearly tha case. She playfully rolls 'er eyes. "Just go turn off the light, and get in here.", she commands. I force growl back down me throat. I HATE IT when people try 'nd 'ell meh what ta do. "Jesus Christ, I'll go do it if it's THAT much of an issue.", I she states. How'd she know I e'en had- She throws me co'ers back, 'nd walk o'er ta tha light switch. I 'ave ta bite me lip ta 'eep meh from groanin'. She's wearin' a red bra with matchin' red panties, 'nd 'oy do they suit 'er. I can 'eel meself 'tartin' ta get a boner. Damnit! Now's not tha time 'or that. I'll definitely go 'nsane if I don' get ta rail 'er soon though. She flips tha light switch, then skips o'er ta meh. I try ta take me eyes off 'er tits, but they were bouncin' 'long with 'er. I bet 'er ass was bouncin' ta... She grabs me hand, 'nd leads meh ta me bed. I roll me eyes, e'en though she can' see tha'. I've lived 'ere all me life, I t'ink I know where me bed's at by now.

Hazel's POV:

Okay, so I APPARENTLY, have ta ask nicely whenever I want him ta go do somethin'. At least, for NOW that is. He rolls his eyes as I pull him ta his bed. Lol, I bet he doesn't even REALIZE that I can see him right now. By some MIRACLE, my magic just barely works here. So my eyes still turn red, but they don't GLOW. Which I GUESS is kinda convient, considerin' the current situation I'm in. I fall inta his bed, then roll ta the far corner. Lettin' him slide inta the front. LOOK how considerate I'm bein' right now, Ben would be SO 'proud'. I sink under his surprisin'ly comfy blanket. He slides under soon after me, and pulls me closer ta him. He decides ta be the big spoon. Which of COURSE he would , that's part of his 'macho guy' front. He's secretly a big SOFTIE on the inside, most 'macho' guys are. "Nighty night, Hooky.", I murmur. I can, feel, him chucklin' behind me. "Night, girly.", he murmurs back. I smirk, then close my eyes after I hear his breathin' level out. I'm ALREADY takin' so many, risks, by bein' here and playin' with him. I won't take any more by fallin' alseep 1ST. I probably trust him as MUCH as he trusts me.

*Time Skip, it's mornin' now if ya haven't guessed*

I wake up from the sex dream I had last night, and I can FEEL some weight on me. I open my eyes and take in my, surroundin's. Oh, RIGHT, I'm in Harry's bed. I glance down, and see his arm slung around me. I ever so SLIGHTLY shift, and can feel his leg around me as well. So I won't be able ta get up WITHOUT wakin' him up, unless I use magic. Ugh, what TIME is it anyway? I slowly turn my head ta my right as much as I'm able ta. Huh, he looks so PEACEFUL while he sleeps. I turn my head back ta it's original position, and listen ta his breathin'. Even, steady, and kinda heavy. Yep, he's STILL sleepin'. I ever so, carefully, move my right hand closer ta my FACE. I LIGHTLY snap my fingers, and my phone appears in my hand. I check the time, it's 1 pm. Jesus, does Harry ALWAYS sleep this late? I'm not one ta talk of course, this is usually what time I wake up at. I don't really DO, mornin's.

Harry's POV:

I groan as soon as I come ta. Did I really just let 'er sleep o'er? WAIT. I whip vme head ta the side, she's not there. I jump up outa bed, 'nd 'er clothes 're gone ta. I look 'round me room, it doesn' LOOK like anythin's missin'. I run ta me closet, 'nd throw 'n some clothes. Great, she's probably long gone by now! I bet she was just usin' meh 'or a place ta sleep, o' she was gettin' tha layout o' me ship. I storm out 'o me room. Bet she was lookin' 'or 'vantage points ta, wha'd be tha perfect places ta break 'n 'nd attack from. I'm down tha hall, 'nd I smell somethin' REALLY good. I slow down. CJ doesn' cook, e'er. Harriet occasionally pours e'eryone some cereal, but tha's 'bout it. 'nd our dad's ne'er cooked 'or us. Uncle Smee'll come 'round 'bout e'ery week 'nd cook us all eggs, but he was just 'ere a couple days ago. Tha' doesn' smell like eggs either, I don' e'en know wha' it smells like. I turn 'round tha corner 'nd enter tha kitchen. Me jaw just 'bout drops ta tha floor. Me dad's sittin' a' tha breakfast table, 'long with Harriet, 'nd Hazel. WHA'? Tha lass 'n question looks up, 'nd sees meh. She shoots meh a smile. I can' believe she's still 'ere. I can' believe she's eatin' breakfast with me FAMILY. Me sister looks o'er at meh. "Well, what're you waiting for bro? Comere and dig in!", Harriet says ta me. I can' 'member tha last time we all sat down tagether 'nd ate. I cautiously move ta tha table, 'nd sit at tha only empty seat, tha 1 next tha lass.

Hazel's POV:

I transfer my phone ta my other hand, snap my fingers, and I'm transported ta the other side of the room. Now, ta get rid of LAST night's clothes. Another snap, and they've disappeared from Harry's floor. Okay, what ta wear now... Hmmm. I'm thinkin' shorts again, since I've been wearin' skirts and dresses for WEEKS back in Auradon. I of course, snap my fingers again, and I'm clean, refreshed, and dressed for the day. I go with a white cropped t-shirt with sleeves that stop just before my elbow, which is a lil long for me, but we make due with what we have. It has 2 black stripes on the ends of the sleeves, it also says 'Psycho' in a bright red on the front. Those snooty preppy bitches ALWAYS call me that, so I put it on a t-shirt. I might as well send it and own that shit. For my shorts, I went with a neon green with black and white paint splatters on it. That's SOOO much more interestin' than 1 solid color. For my tights, I went with a sheer pair that has lil black hearts scattered all over them. Then ta complete the outfit, a pair of black knee length lace up wedge boots with purple laces on the left one, and blue laces on the right one. Now onta my makeup. I do a purple smokey eye on 1 eye, and a red smokey eye on the OTHER. I do some decent sized eyeliner wings and mascara. Then a blue ta green gradient for the, lips. That's the look, but it feels like somethin's MISSIN'. I think it's time that I, finally start carryin' around a weapon. Which ONE though, there are soooo many options.

Even THOUGH this is the Isle, carryin' around a gun might be a bit, extra. Plus I'm not even sure if they HAVE guns here. A bow and quiver could be a possibility, but I don't really want ta KILL everyone who tries ta steal any of my arrows. It'd be ta much of a, hassle, ta get rid of all those dead bodies without usin' my magic. Oooo, I know JUST the thing. I magic up a sledgehammer, but not just ANY ol' sledgehammer, my FAVORITE sledgehammer ta be exact. It's got a couple black stripes down it's handle, the phrase 'HA HA' written in white on both sides of the hammer, the sides of the hammer are a deep black, and the ends of the hammer are a blood red color. There MIGHT also be a few dried, blood, stains here and there on it. Since Harry's decided ta sleep for a WHILE longer, I might as well magic up some breakfast. I sneak out of his room, down the hall, around the corner, and BOOM, I'm in his kitchen. I didn' run inta anyone on my way here, and I don't HEAR anyone nearby. So I, think, it's safe ta magic up some ingredients for some PANCAKES. Buttermilk pancakes, ta be specific. My, go to, are usually blueberry, but apparently the Isle doesn't really get FRUIT for some reason. EVEN THOUGH, it's 1 of the 5 food groups. They don't get chocolate here either, so there GOES chocolate chip. Buttermilk's the safest bet. They have ta at LEAST have the ingredients ta make plain pancakes around here, and if they don't, Uma won't be Auradon's biggest THREAT anymore. I'll bust all these kids out MYSELF.

Harry's POV:

"So how'd ya sleep, Hooky?", Hazel asks meh. I shrug me shoulder as I 'tart fillin' me plate up with whate'er all these round fluffy thin's are. "So, son, were you planning on introducing us to your girlfriend anytime soon?", me da asks meh in a sharp tone o' voice. I choke on air. DON' TELL MEH THA LASS TOLD ME FAMILY THA' WE'RE DATIN'. "Wha'- we're not e'en datin', she's not me girlfriend.", I argue. Me da looks relieved. Meh havin' a girlfriend means I can' take anymor' clients, which means less money 'or him ta spend on booze. "You've GOT to teach me how to make these, what do you call them?", Harriet asks tha lass. Ugh, so 'parently Harriet likes 'er. She giggles. "They're PANCAKES, I'll teach ya how ta make them later.", she replies. So those're wha' these 're. I cut inta 1, 'nd shove it inta me mouth. I groan at tha flavor. HOW HAVE WE NE'ER HAD THESE 'FORE?! "What're pancakes?", CJ asks as she 'truts inta tha room. She crosses 'er arms when she sees tha lass sittin' in 'er spot. "Hey CJ, they're these!", Harriet says while excitin'ly lifts 'er plate up 'or CJ ta see. CJ rolls 'er eyes. Harriet 'tarts shovin' more pancakes up 'er mouth so she can fill 'er plate with more. Oh no ya don'. I snatch a 'ew more o' tha delicious disks 'nd plop 'em on meh plate. Harriet makes a sound o' protest, 'nd tha lass giggles 'gain. Me da just ignores tha rest o' us as he pours booze onta his stack o' pancakes. CJ stomps o'er ta Hazel, 'nd impatiently taps 'er foot. I nudge tha lass. She really doesn' wan' ta get on CJ's bad side.

CJ clears 'er throat, 'nd tha lass deliberately takes 'er time cuttin' a piece o' pancake 'fore lookin' o'er at meh. I snort, as she didn' e'en acknowledge CJ, like how CJ did ta 'er last night. I point o'er at me sister, so Hazel rolls 'er eyes 'nd lazily looks tha' way. "And ya're botherin' me BECAUSE?", the lass asks CJ. Harriet chokes on 'er pancake, 'nd I 'ave ta slap me hand o'er me mouth ta keep from laughin' ta loudly. Which probably only pissed CJ off e'en more. "You're sitting in my seat.", she harshly snaps. She might be our younger sister, but she's scary as fuck when she's pissed. Harriet clears 'er throat, 'nd I look away. Hope tha lass doesn' get hurt ta badly.. 'Cause I still need 'er 'or me plan o' course. "Annnd?", Hazel asks. If only I was standin' 'hind CJ, then I could frantically gesture ta tha lass tha she's in grave danger. "Are you really going to let her treat you like that in your own home? I thought you were better than that, Calista.", our da says in a disappointed tone o' voice. She stiffens. He only uses 'er 1st name when she's really gone 'nd done it. He's provokin' er, he surely knows tha'. I guess he just wants a good show with his breakfast. "Move, NOW.", CJ commands. Girly just snaps 'er head back 'nd cackles. Should I intervene like how Hazel did 'or meh last night? NAH, she's a big girl, she can handle 'erself. 'sides she brought this all on 'erself. CJ goes ta snatch 'er hair, but tha lass catches 'er wrist 'fore she can e'en come close.

Hazel's POV:

GOODY, I was hopin' for an excuse ta hurt, or possibly kill, Harry's lil sister. She, ANNOYS, me. She lets out a lil, gasp, of SURPRISE when she realizes my reflexes are faster than she thought. "Ya're not ta fond of this sister are ya, Hooky?", I ask Harry in an overly sweet tone of voice. CJ yanks her hand back, and looks, slightly, SHAKEN. AH, I just LOVE it when fear tactics work. Harry's bum of a father looks up from his meal. He quirks a brow at CJ. Don't think I don't SEE what he's tryin' ta do. He WANTS her ta fight me, ta stand up for herself or somethin' like that. It's really too bad that she doesn't actually stand a chance. "Nah, ya're fine lass, just try not ta disfigure 'er ta badly. I still 'ave ta look at 'er e'eryday aft'r all.", Harry jokes. I can tell he's, jokin', but he doesn't have ta know that I know that. "Fuck you, whore.", CJ snaps at Harry while flippin' him the bird. Now, that JUST won't do. Harry narrows his eyes at her. I'm guessin' the, 'whore' part, really triggered him. He moves ta stand up, but good ol' daddy dearest raises his hook up in the air ta effectively stop him. "This is your sister's fight, with her.", Captain Hook says while gesturin' ta me. Harry slouches back inta his chair. So I hop up, causin' everone ta look over at me. "Ya know, I DID consider goin' easy on ya. Since you ARE Harry's sister after all, but with that WHOLE 'whore' remark towards him, I just don't know anymore.", I say in a sing song tone of voice. CJ lets out a huff and rolls her eyes. "You think I'm scared of you?", she tauts.

Harry's POV:

Tha lass is gonna fight me sister, 'full strength', 'cause she called meh a name? Yah, she HAS ta be from Boradon. She wouldn't e'en care if she was 'rom 'ere. The only people who would care is Gil 'nd Uma, but tha's 'cause we've all been mates since we 'ere young. I've only just met this chick. So, wha's a pretty princess doin' all tha way out 'ere, hmm? Maybe she's a run away, or MAYBE, King Ben sent 'er here ta spy on us. Hazel grins from ear ta ear at me sister, 'nd it's kinda off puttin'. Pfft, she can act tough 'nd insane all she wants, but tha fact is, tha' PRINCESS doesn' stand a chance 'gainst me TRAINED sister. "No, but ya should be.", Hazel states. I 'onder if 'er name e'en IS Hazel. Was 'er claimin' ta not know 'er birth parents all a lie as well? CJ chuckles 'nd draws 'er sword. I almost 'eel bad 'or tha lass, I might e'en consider handin' 'er a sword just ta try 'n make thin's as fair as they can be if me da didn' order meh ta not intervene. "GIRLS.", me da snap 'fore risin' ta his feet. CJ 'mediately sheaths 'er sword, 'nd Hazel looks o'er. "Yes, dad?", CJ asks. Da gestures tawards tha door. "I'd prefer it if you didn't make a mess inside, do it above deck.", Da says. Ta me surprise, tha lass walks o'er ta tha door. CJ trails 'hind o' course, Harriet 'nd hop up ta follow. We all head outside, e'en me da comes out ta watch tha show. CJ backs up ta tha middle of tha ship, tha lass follows 'er. "It's too bad Harry's little 'friend' group couldn't be here to see what an ABSOLUTE JOKE, their 'Captain's' girlfriend is.", CJ jabs. Tha' jab was supposed ta directed at 'er, yet me sister also managed ta get meh ta.

Hazel's POV:

"WOW, ya must really want me ta kill ya.", I laugh out. She just KEEPS ON diggin' a deeper, and deeper, grave for herself. I'd fight with my sledgehammer, but that wouldn't REALLY be fair. I at least want to ATTEMPT ta give her a, chance. I study my fingernails, ta give the IMPRESSION that this, fight, is sooo borin'. Which it is, so far. She launches herself forward, and swings her sword at 1 of my legs. I maneuver my leg out of the way without takin' my eyes off of my nails. Ya know, I should really change up my nail polish. Maybe add some glitter and gems. She swipes at my mid section, and I backflip out of the way just in time. Inadvertently kickin' her sword out of her hand, causin' it ta land on the ground a few feet away. I finally look at my 'opponent', and see her glance behind me. Ah, she's gonna make a run for her sword. I roll my eyes. That's such a obvious way ta go, and it's WAY ta, predictable. She tries ta bolt past me, but I just so happen ta stick my leg out in her direction at that very moment. She almost falls on her face, but saves it by somersaultin' towards the sword. I guess I should put SOME effort into this if she's goin' all out. I naruto run towards the sword, and barely beat her ta it. I stomp on the blade just as she's about ta grab it. The blade snaps in half, and CJ looks at me in complete and utter shock. "What? My foot didn't even go THROUGH the wood.", I comment. CJ jumps ta he feet, and throws a punch towards my face. I throw up my arm ta block the blow, then quickly grab her arm before she has a chance ta retract it.

I yank her towards me, and she stumbles forward. I bring up my knee, and jab it forcefully into her gut. She lets out a cry of shock and pain. I immediately release her arm, grasp her hair, and smash her face inta my knee. Then I completely let go of her, and step back as she crashes ta the ground. Welp, I said I wasn't gonna go EASY on her, and I'm so ready for this fight ta be over with. This is really cuttin' inta my Harry time, and that won't do at all. I kick her already sore gut that she feebly tried ta protect. She goes flyin' across the floor, and inta a barrel that's 5 feet away. I dust off my hands, and eye the blood stain on my knee. I turn ta around and everyone looks, shocked, for some reason. I put my hand over my heart. "Don't tell me all of ya DOUBTED my abilities.", I say in the most hurt tone of voice I can manage without laughin'. Harriet looks over ta her shitty father, he nods. "CJ!", Harriet shouts as she sprints over to her. I roll my eyes. "Please, I didn't even hurt her THAT badly.", I scoff. Harry crosses his arms, and I can't tell if he looks pissed or not. So I skip over ta him and his dad. His dad narrows his eyes at me. "Oh, and I'd like ta speak with daddy dearest over here tonight, after we get back from whatever we're supposed ta do today that is.", I casually mention. Harry HAS ta let me join his crew after that lil, showcasin', of only a small portion of what I'm capable of. "And what makes you think I'd even entertain the idea of speaking to YOU?", Captain Hook somehow has the audacity ta ask me.

Harry's POV:

WHAT. THA. FLYIN' FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED? Me SISTER just LOST a fight, ta THIS LASS. Now this 'ery same lass is possibly CHALLENGIN' me DA. I knew she had some decently fast reflexes and strength, but I didn't think she could snap a SWORD in half just by steppin' on it. She e'en kicked me sister ACROSS tha deck, she slid 'cross tha floor like a fresh caught fish co'ered in oil. Girly giggles at me da's question. She has some serious balls 'or a girl. She steps up ta me da, 'nd I move ta stand in tha way. Me da raises his hook though, so I retract. Right, this is his fight. Me da can take care of himself anyway, he's tha greatest pirate who e'er lived. "1, ya just spoke ta me. 2, ya'd ENTERTAIN the idea if you have any sense of self preservation left. Unless ya wanna loose another limb or 2.", Hazel threatens. SHE CAN'T BE SERIOUS. I bite back a growl 'nd sharp retort. This is me da's fight, he'd punish me if I made any kind o' comment 'n it. "You don't scare me, little girl. You may have been able to beat my youngest daughter, but there's no way you even remotely stand a chance against me. So I suggest you GET OUT OF MY FACE.", Da replies. I smirk. That should do it, man I wish I could be as evil as him. "Or what?", tha lass asks. Wha's she doin'? He let 'er off with a warnin', she's lucky he didn' hook 'er. If she wasn' pushin' it 'fore, she's definitely pushin' it now. Me da's eye twitches. I swallow. Tha's ne'er a good sigh, his eye only twitches when he's talkin' about Peter Pan 'nd his fairy friend.