For your 'Send me silly Descendants prompts, pretty please.'
Harry doing anything with the smee twins.
Hi there! Another one of those, a bit later, but still! Harry and the Smee twins!
By this time, the Smees have been in Auradon for a fortnight and Harry for about a week, because canon timeline is a suggestion, as we all know. And they get ice cream! Harry doesn’t kill anyone!
Anyway, I hope you like this!
„I'm going out with the Smee twins, Uma,“ Harry announces and walks over to her, to kiss her on the cheek. Because they are in Auradon and they can do that now.
She hums noncommittally in answer, so he continues speaking:
„They wanted to get ice cream with me, you know? Can't let them down.“
She chuckles, finally looking at him.
„Don't forget to pay for it,“ she says, amused.
Pay for it…?
Oh. Right. In Auradon, one must actually pay for stuff, instead of looking menacing, taking what one desires and occasionally running like all of hell was chasing you, and Harry doesn’t want to be a bad example for the twins.
Which is a shame, as he rather excelled at the previous way of life and „shopping“.
On the other hand, the Isle didn’t have ice cream, or, you know, food, clean water, basic health care supplies and stuff, so, yeah, paying it is. With not-knockoff cash, at that!
„Won’t forget,“ he promises as he exits the room and grabs his cloak. He should have his wallet there somewhere-
He pats on his pockets to make sure and ignores Uma’s laugh.
He then heads up to the twins' dorm, to pick them up; they run up to him before he even opens the door, and he isn’t surprised that much, really. He is quite proud that they can make out his step-pattern, if he is being honest.
„Hiya, mates,“ he greets them, „How are you doing? You ready for an adventure?“
They answer with enthusiastic „Ahoy“ and equally thrilled nodding; he lets them lead the way and encourages them to tell him more about how their experience at Auradon Prep was so far, fully prepared to hook anyone who would pick at them.
Even if Uma said he shouldn’t actually hook people in Auradon… Well, she didn’t say anything about skinning them alive, slowly cutting off their sticky fingers or just generally leaving them to feed the fish. Besides, she‘d surely make a tiny little exception, if needed…
It’s not needed, though, as it turns out. Everyone in Auradon has been almost annoyingly nice to the Smee twins.
Shame. He hasn’t had a proper fight in almost a week.
Oh, and Calista tried to take them to see the Skull Rock and on a proper pillaging foray, but he is not hooking his little sister. He might take off with her for a bit, though. The Skull Rock sounds infinitely more interesting than Remedial Goodness, from what the twins are saying.
They arrive to a road, which has a good number of actual cars practically racing on it, and Harry absentmindedly grabs the boys’ hands.
„Don’t run into the traffic,“ he reminds them, and maybe a tiny bit to himself, too. It’s not his fault that waiting for a green light on a crosswalk is so terribly boring and, well, Bore-radonian.
Finally, they stand on a small plaza, and the twins drag him to their favourite sweet-shop. Apparently, they have a favourite sweet-shop now. And favourite ice cream flavour. Good for them.
„How often have you been there?“ he asks, amused.
„Oh, only about fifteen times!“
Sounds reasonable enough to Harry. Even if they’ve only been there for a fortnight. Who paid for all of that candy, though…? They haven’t been stealing it, have they?
Guessing correctly where his thoughts are running, they assure him that they get an allowance from the Fairy Godmother, and that Ben has taken them a few times. Paid, too, of course.
Harry decides that the boy-king probably isn‘t the worst sort, after all.
They enter the shop and Harry glares at the tingling chimes above his head for a moment: They are crafted to resemble a rose-in-bloom and petals falling all around it. Harry hates its symbolism to Beast’s story – he hates Beasts, too – and the cheerful noises it makes. Each tiny ring feels like it's poking right into his skull.
When he tears his glare of the irritating thing, the twins are already by the counter and receiving their treats. Harry must say that the ice cream here sure does look good-
„What will you get?“ one of the boys asks.
Harry looks over the options, uncertain. Hell, he doesn‘t even recognize most of the flavours! How is he supposed to choose, when he hadn’t even tasted a fresh fruit until a week ago?! When he grew up on the Isle, where everything tasted like salt, blood, lost dreams, and rotten reminders of the past he never knew and the future that never could be––
„The red one,“ he settles finally, „Not the strawberry one, the other red one.“
The shopkeeper looks at him, confused, as there are at least three other different red flavours, but Harry just shrugs. He wants the red one, that‘s what he said.
„Why don’t you choose for me, lads?“ he tells the twins, and they immediately start arguing over the best red flavours. He smiles at them and orders a black coffee to sip as he waits. He receives sugar, milk, and even a small cookie with it, but he ignores it. Harry Hook takes his coffee black as his soul, thank you for asking.
He doesn’t protest, though, when Squeaky turns away from the argument for a moment and dumps the entire sugar-package to the cup with a giant grin on his face. He must have gotten that from CJ.
With half of the improved sweetened coffee drunk, the twins finally settle on getting him a raspberry ice-cream, which, notes Harry, has almost the same colour as his cloak.
And it tastes great, too!
He looks at the treat with new appreciation.
„I should get one for Uma and Gil,“ he decides, „Wouldn’t it all melt, though? Before we get home?“
„No! You see–"
He leans back contently as the twins explain take-away cooling-boxes, chasing away the bitter resentment of „they had this, this luxury, the whole time, while we lived on trash-“
But such thoughts are of no matter now. Uma, Evie, Harriet, and some other Isle and Auradon leaders are working on making things right for the first time in over two decades. And meanwhile:
„Will you help me choose the ice cream for them, then?“
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