"Whoo!" Jaz laughed as Lottie dragged her over the rooftops, racing away from Maleficent's guards.
"We just stole from Maleficent!" Lottie held out a hand for a high five, hair spilling out of her braid.
"Are ye insane?" Fuck. Jaz knew that voice. She turned to see her older sister absolutely furious.
"Harriet." She greeted, subtly looking for an exit, not that it would do her any good. Running from Harriet was impossible. She always caught up and the attempt just annoyed her more, so you ended up worse off.
"Jasmine Clover Hook." Full name. Shit. They were doomed. "I knew ye were an idiot, but this? This is beyond words. Ye'll get us all killed!" Jaz- Jaz hadn't thought about that. If she and Lottie got caught, that was it. End of the line for them. She hadn't considered that it might extend to CJ, Harriet and Harry. Not that CJ and Harry needed help getting into trouble. Or, 'Having Adventures' as CJ put it. CJ loved drama and loved causing it even more. Harry hung around with Uma.
"Don't worry" Lottie butted in. "We were careful. The only clues they'll find'll lead them straight to Scar and his pride."
"That's even worse, Little Miss Genius! Then they'll both be after our heads." Harriet shoved her hook in a pocket, grabbing them both by the ear. "Ye're as bad as Harry and Calista put together. And here I thought you were the sane one."
"Harriet, nobody in our family is sane." Jaz protested.
"Shut it, Jasmine." Harriet snapped as she continued to drag them both towards the docks. "I'm still mad at ye." Lottie laughed. "As for you-" She shook Lottie slightly, "If ye're going to keep hangin' out with my sister ye seed some self-preservation skills Charlotte." Harriet didn't use nicknames. Ever. It was always full names. She was the only person to call CJ Calista. Even Pa called her CJ. Well, harry called her Callie, but that was just to piss CJ off.
"In my defence, my mother is insane." Lottie protested, futility yanking on Harriet's hand.
"That's not a defence." Jaz shot back as the concrete under her feet turned into wood.
"Hattie, Jazzy." Harry. Jaz looked up to see her brother leaning over the edge of the gunwale, waving at them with his hook. "Who's yer little friend?" He looked smug for some reason. Jaz wanted to punch him in the face. And she would, only Harry would punch her back, and start a fight, and Harriet was already pissed.
"Lottie." She stated as Harriet vanished inside, leaving Jaz and Lottie with Harry on the deck. Jaz didn't bother moving, she'd be back up soon and just be even madder if she had to chase after them again.
"Oh, so this is yer new partner. Don't look like much." he smirked, clearly recognising the De Vil hair before barking at her. Lottie snarled, lunging for him. Jaz grabbed the back of her jacket.
"I'll gut you like a fish, Hook!" She threatened, pulling a knife out of her skirt and waving it at Harry. Jaz grabbed that too.
"Lottie, don't gut my brother. I really don't wanna end up at war with Uma. Which is exactly what'll happen if ye hurt one of her pets." Harry glared at her for the last word.
"I'm not a pet." He protested, levelling his hook at her. Jaz let go of Lottie's knife hand and pulled her own hook out. Forget what she said about not fighting Harry. He was asking for it. And, if Harriet yelled at them, she could always say he started it.
"Ye ain't? Coulda fooled me. Ye certainly act like one when she's around." She shot back, smiling slightly. "You 'n' Gaston's kid, Gil was it?" It was always fun to rile Harry up, and he made it so easy.
"Why you-"
"Stop it. All of ye." Harriet was back. Jaz and Harry both stepped back, hooks falling to the deck. "I am not in the mood for your childish bickering." Lottie's knife vanished back into her skirt pleats.
"Technically we are-"
"Shut up!" Harriet cut Lottie off.
"Well, this is a fine mess you've got into." And there was CJ. Little shit seemed to have a homing beacon for drama. Especially family drama.
"Calista. Nice of you to finally turn up." Harriet didn't even turn to look at their sister.
"You know me, Harriet, I live to please." CJ gave a mock bow, smirking.
"No, you really don't." Harriet stated at the same time Harry muttered: "Live to be a pain more like."
"Oh, don't mind me. Continue with the drama, I'm hooked."
"Enough with the fucking puns!" Harry yelled, lunging for CJ. Jaz had to agree. CJ's pun were a pain.
"Harry Jameson Hook," Harriet stated, grabbing the back of his coat. "shut the fuck up." She threw him back onto the deck. "I have had it up to here with all of you and your danger magnet tendencies!" She yelled, grabbing CJ's wrist and pulling her to stand with the rest of them. "Stop being suicidal! Stop antagonising each other and for fuck's sake, stop pissing the adults off! I have spent the past, I don't know how long trying to keep all of you alive. If any of you die, I'll resurrect you so I can kill you myself. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Harriet." All three of them stated, glaring at her. Lottie was sat on a coil of rope, absently twirling a knife between her fingers.
"That includes you." Harriet stated, kicking the rope, starting Lottie, the knife clattering to the deck.
"Huh?" Lottie stared at the older girl.
"Keep your stupid ass alive, or I'll bring you back and kill you again. Got it?"
"Got it!" She seemed, happy, that someone had threatened to kill her if she died.
"Calista, you can tell Freddie and Celia the same thing."
"And you wonder why everyone calls you a mother hen," CJ muttered, kicking at the deck. All three of them knew better than to run off right after Harriet ranted at them.
"Calista." Harriet warned.
"What, not gonna say anything about Uma or Gil?" Harry asked, picking both hooks up and tossing Jaz's to her.
"Uma's old enough to look after herself." Harriet shot back as Jaz shoved her hook back in her pocket.
"Anyway! Who wants to go piss off my mother?" Lottie jumped to her feet, drawing Harriet's attention.
"Charlotte Anita De Vil-" She started, looking like she was about the throttle Lottie.
"How do you know my middle name?" Lottie demanded. "I've never told anyone my middle name."
"It's just something she does. If you have a middle name, Harriet knows what it is." Jaz explained. It was always entertaining to watch people stop and stare when Harriet pulled their full names out. None of them knew how she did it.
"Does Mal have a middle name then?"
"It's Bertha." Harry snorted.
"Bertha?" It sounded ridiculous coming from him.
"Mal Bertha Sheach." Harriet stated. "And people wonder why she's considered the most evil villain of all. Who gives their kid a name like that?" Jaz smiled slightly as Harry, CJ and Lottie started laughing. She hadn't been worried, but it was nice to know that her siblings approved of her new partner.
"Any news?" Uma asked as Harry and Gil entered the chip shoppe. Her boys were back.
"Jazzy's got a new partner, Lottie, Cruella De Vil's daughter."
"Oh?" If there was one thing outside of Uma herself and possibly Gil that Harry cared about, it was his sisters. And, from what she'd heard, they were equally protective of him. Even if they showed it in a different way than the people of Auradon would. The amount of times she'd heard that Harriet Hook had redirected the dad's wrath away from Harry spoke for itself.
"Kid managed out out-think Sammy Smee." That… that was impressive. Sammy Smee was Harriet Hook's first mate, and he was smart. Like, genius-level smart. he'd never done anything less than advanced classes at school. "A bit mad, but most people are these days."
"You're one to talk." Gil stated, shoving another egg in his mouth. "Doesn't everyone say you're insane?"
"Gilly, I'm gonna need you to shut up." Harry snapped at the same time Uma sighed "Don't speak with your mouth full"
"Sorry."
"Harry!"
"And what do you want?" CJ was stood in the doorway to the chip shoppe. Harry's youngest sister laughed, throwing her sword into the sword check as she ambled over.
"Harriet thought Uma would want to know that Mal's been seen with Jafar's kid a lot lately. Word on the street is that they have an alliance." She grabbed a handful of food off the tray. "She said she woulda told you before, but she got distracted yelling at Jaz and Lottie and by the time she remembered, you'd run off."
"I didn't 'run off', Callie, I left. Hattie isn't in charge of me." CJ ignored him entirely, shoving chips in her mouth.
"I've gotta say though, all this drama is-" Harry slammed his hook down on the table, cutting her off.
"I swear, if you make another pun I will gut you."
"Harry." both Hooks froze, turning to look at her. "Chill. I don't want a war with Harriet or the Facilier sisters, which is what will happen if you gut CJ. You," She pointed at the girl in question, "get lost." Cj mock saluted, practically sauntering out of the shoppe, grabbing her sword on the way out.
"Little Shit." Harry growled, sitting back down.
"Still, that's useful information she brought us. That stupid little fairy, who does she think she is?"
"Er, Mal?"
"Gil, shut up."
Captain James Hook had wanted a son to lead, to carry on his legacy. Instead, he got three daughters, as fierce and as wild as they come, and Harry. There was Harriet, the natural-born leader, collecting all the smaller kids under her wing and protecting anyone that needed it. There was Calista Jane, who didn't know how to slow down, rushing headfirst from one adventure to the next, leaving chaos in her wake. There was Jasmine, the only one of them their mother named, who made allies out of potential enemies and could talk rings around even Maleficent, defeat people without ever needing to draw a blade. And then, there was Harry. Harry, who chose to spend his days trailing after Ursula's spawn rather than running his own crew. Harry, who loved his sisters fiercely, even if he couldn't show it, something Hook could forgive his daughters for—women loved after all—but not his son. Harry, who only ever wanted Hook's positive attention, and, when he didn't get it, worshipped Uma instead.
Most parents on the Isle had a problem with their kids.
Maleficent had wanted a miniature version of her, someone evil from the get-go that she could mould into her personal soldier, Mal cared too much about others.
Evie wasn't pretty enough, she'd never get a prince as far as Grimhilde was concerned. She never stopped to consider that maybe Evie didn't want a prince.
Neither Carlos nor Charlotte were good enough for Cruella. Carlos was too timid and Charlotte too wild. Carlos couldn't hurt another living thing to save his life, and Charlotte had absolutely no problem chopping off wandering hands. Carlos had a fashion sense, and Charlotte wore whatever she could get her hands on.
No matter how much Jafar wished he was, Jay was no genie. He wasn't even a sorcerer. On the isle, there wasn't a single drop of magic in his veins. Then, he never brought back enough for the shop. Never brought in the good stuff. Never mind that there was no good stuff on the isle.
Gaston saw his youngest son as a disappoint, mockingly telling him to "Have fun playing pirates" every time the boy left the house.
As for Uma? Well, Ursula never wanted a kid—there was a reason she'd shoved the other two onto their father—but Uma was too much like her to be passed over as well.
But, it was only four years to go—not that they knew it—before the barrier broke. All they had to do was hold on a little longer, as impossible as it sounded.
A/N:Yes, I know Harry doesn't have a canon middle name. I don't care. For those of you who are curious, Harriet's middle name is Jamie.
Note on Mal's surname, Sheach, it's from the Gaelic given name Sítheach, meaning "peaceful" or "mysterious, fairy-like" in Irish Gaelic.
Also, I know nothing about ships, all terminology is taken from this site,