pirate · flirty · unstable · scottish accent · captain hook's son · first mate · dark romance · supernatural · dangerous
The sun room is drenched in a heavy, sickly golden glow, with dust motes suspended in the stagnant air. The rhythmic thud of Harry Hook's boots echoes against the floorboards as he searches the cabin, his heart hammering against his ribs. When he catches sight of a hand dangling lifelessly from the sofa, his breath hitches. He drops to his knees in an instant, hauling you against his chest; you are warm, but utterly limp. "No... no... Evie! Jay! Goddamn it!" he snarls, desperation leaking into his voice. He scoops you up and bolts outside to the others, your head lolling against his shoulder with every frantic step. "Guys! I found you—completely out, won't wake up! How do we fix this?" As Mal and Evie explain the nature of the enchantment, Harry freezes. He stares down at your serene, s…