Hooks and Poison Apples

(A/N) Why this pairing? Why not? I haven't seen any stories of them and decided I'd like to try my hand at writing for the pair. So far I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. I haven't been able to really write many stories for any of my fandoms in quite a while, but these two darlings have inspired my muse and I'm having a lot of fun writing about them. Let me know what you think! :D

There are a few easter eggs in here for other Disney movies, see if you can spot them!

Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or any of the characters in the story.

The first time Evie met him was on the docks.

It was a nippy September night. Jack Frost had visited the Isle of the Lost, speckling the ground with a soft layer of ice, the threat of snow hung in the inky grey patches of clouds. Evie was thankful she had wrapped up tightly tonight. She had travelled across the Isle, to the Southern side, to go to the Curl up and Dye to visit her dear friend Drizzy Tremaine, the granddaughter of Lady Tremaine, the ungrateful Cinderella's stepmother.

As per her norm when leaving, she'd opted to travel via the sea front. Unlike all the other times she'd travelled down the harbours, the place was strangely deserted. The only sound was the gentle lull of the waves and the clicking of her heels as she walked across the wooden planks. Even the usual sound of drunken pirate songs being sung in the nearby pubs that littered the place was non-existent. The lack of sound and the surrounding mist that had begun to settle gave the place an eerie feel.

I shouldn't have left so late, Evie thought sourly, feeling a tad nervous. Mother is going to lock me in a tower till I'm old and grey!

Evie quickened her pace, passing by rows of barrels and shuttered shops with graffiti sprayed all over them. The designs ranged from dark purple tentacles slashing across the metal, bows and arrows, pirate hats, top hats with skulls and crossbones on them, and silver hooks. It hardly compared to any of Mal's work, but she had to give the artists credit for their creativity. Evie smiled, admiring the other pirate-themed artwork across the walls, shutters and broken windows as she walked. She became so lost in her admiration that she didn't realise she had missed her turn and had headed straight onto a harbour that led out into the misty sea.

"First star to the right and straight on to morning."

Startled out of her thoughts, Evie paused. She clutched onto the strap of her apple bag and glanced around, realising she had gone astray. She looked back to the stranger who had spoken, a boy who was leaning against a post at the end of the harbour, his back towards her.

Is he talking to me?

She took a step backwards, intending to back away from the stranger.

"The star," the boy explained.

He pointed into the air, intriguing Evie's gaze to follow. She just caught a glance of a dazzling star, just before snowy clouds stole it away from sight. The boy sighed, lowering his head and shaking it.

"Auradon, that's where most of us want to be, isn't it?"

Villains, she guessed who he was referring to. All those cast away on the Isle of Lost left to rot, to be ignored and reduced to nothing more than a bedtime story to scare little ones into behaving. Don't take sweets from strangers, they say on Auradon, for all you know they could be the Evil Queen in disguise who wants to poison you with her delectable looking apples.

"Isn't that where you want to be?" Evie asked lightly, deciding to endeavour the stranger with a response.

Auradon was where everyone wanted to be. The land was all the goody two shoes, heroes, heroines, Princesses and - her heart fluttering at the thought - Princes lived. It was the place forged of happily ever afters. It was the destination of the victorious in the stories, their prize, and joy. Even villains dreamed of it. A land where you didn't want for anything, filled with soaring high castles adorned with dozens upon dozen of mirrors, luscious forests, glistening lakes, constant sunshine, stylish malls and so much more. It was a mouth-watering paradise! Who didn't want to be there?

The boy turned around. At first, she didn't recognise him and later she would ponder how she didn't recognise him sooner. Even if he was dressed in pirate fashion, which was popular around these parts, this boy's reputation should have made him instantly recognisable. He was wearing a red leather coat with no sleeves, a mildly shredded white tank top underneath, black trousers torn at the knees held up with several black belts, leather boots with buckles and to finish off the look was a classic pirate hat upon his head.

He had style, she'd give him that. And considering how cold it was he certainly seemed willing to suffer a little for the sake of fashion, a man after her own heart.

"Nah," he shrugged. "I never did fancy the snob's life."

Evie bristled at that.

"Then where is it you want to go?" If they ever did get off this accursed island that was. And oh, how very doubtful that was. No villain left the Isle. None ever had and none ever would. But, a villain could dream, couldn't they?

He lifted his other hand, only it wasn't a hand, but a hook. Evie lifted her head, seeing the boy through new eyes. The hook said it all, taking away the need for an introduction. This was no ordinary ruffian pirate that hung around the harbours and docks. This was the son of Captain Hook. The infamous Harry Hook. He was well known around these parts, though Evie had never met him until now. It was surprising, considering he had once dated her best friend, Mal.

Well, Mal, you certainly have good taste, Evie thought with a secret grin.

Slowly, he directed his hook off to the right side of the sky, softly and with a light tune, he sang a very familiar song.

"The second star to the right

Shines in the night for you

To tell you that the dreams you plan

Really can come true."

It dawned on Evie then, what he was talking about.

"Neverland."

He turned back to her, grinning.

"Aye, me Dad's auld haunting grounds. That's where I want to be."

Evie looked back up into the direction he had pointed, where the star lay cloaked behind clouds.

"Do you think you'll ever get there?" She asked softly.

"You can't keep a villain down for long." He ran a finger down his hook, tilting it so the dull orange hue from the lanterns glinted off it. "Fate is far too mischievous for that. Give it time lass. You'll see. I'll get out of here. We all will. And all those wretched Auradon folk will regret the day they crossed our parents."

That was what everyone said, but how many truly believed that?

"So you want off the Isle... to go to another Isle?"

Harry frowned at her her, crossing his arms.

Evie flipped her hair, strutting over to lean on her back against the wooden pole across from him. She tucked her hands behind her back, looking up at the moving clouds and mist, watching for the second star on the right to reappear. A cold breeze stirred her hair and she fought back a shiver.

Harry tilted his head, looking at her curiously.

"And who might you be anyway? I haven't seen you around these parts."

Evie was rather offended by that. Who didn't know who she was? She was the daughter of one of the most feared villains in the history of the world, the Evil Queen, the enemy of Snow White and her not so charming Prince. She hid her annoyance behind a flirty smile, locking eyes with Harry's dark ones. She quite liked the mascara around them, making them look all the more dark and alluring.

"I'm Evie. Evil Queen's daughter. And you are?"

Despite knowing who he was, she hoped that the implication that his reputation didn't proceed him would annoy him as it had her. Unfortunately, the little quirk of his lip suggested otherwise. He took a few slow steps towards her, leant forward and gently took her hand.

"Charmed." He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Evie kept her expression as neutral as she could, ignoring the little flutter in her chest his action had caused. Oh poison apples, the boy had charms.

She gave him a quick smile, one that she hoped came across as fake and merely put on for politeness, least he actually think his smooth moves could impress her. She pulled her hand free, tucking it back hind her back. An amused grin spread across his face and he straightened himself but didn't move away. Evie noted that they were a little too close for comfort.

"And I'm Harry, son of Captain Hook."

"Oh, I didn't know Captain Hook had a son."

This time the lie had the desired effect. Harry's brow furrowed in annoyance, and his eyes narrowed as the barb hit home. Inwardly, Evie smirked, and she decided to further drive home her attack.

"I thought he only had two daughters, CJ and Harriet."

To Evie's wicked delight, Harry's frown deepened and he clenched his hand into a fist. Oh, was he angry?

"Never heard of me, eh? I have to say, I've never quite heard of you either."

"I guess you don't get out much then, do you?" Evie quipped back, smiling.

Harry took the insult with an impressed scoff, nodding his head.

"Well, if you are Evil Queen's daughter, I suppose that explains the tiara," Harry said, indicating with his head to the silver tiara on her head. It was encrusted with light blue gems, matching her outfit. He reached out and flicked it, nudging it slightly out of place. "I've never met a Princess before."

"Well every Princess has to have one," Evie said, a bit of a snap in her voice as she fixed her tiara back into place. "And I'm not surprised. Princesses don't make a habit of associating with rift rafts."

Harry smiled, taking another step forward. Evie stood her ground as he placed a hand on the pole, right beside her head. He leant in, his breath warm on her face. Did the boy know nothing of personal boundaries?

"Well I hope that's something that'll change in the future, Princess," Harry said with a rather flirty grin.

Evie gave him one of her own and even dared to lean forward, bringing his lips inches from her. She couldn't help feeling satisfied when Harry's breath hitched and he pulled away ever so slightly. Good, she had unnerved him.

"I don't think so."

With that said, Evie pulled away from Harry. With a final toss of her hair and a wicked smile, she strutted away from the pirate, head held high and heels clicking loudly.

Harry watched her go, a smile forming on his lips. Evie may have had the last word of tonight, but if he had his way there would be other words on other nights spoken between the two. Once she had vanished into the mist, he turned back to the sea, his Mistress and ever faithful companion. He looked up into the sky, his smile widening at the sight of that ever-present star in the sky, the second to the right.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star

So we'll know where you are

Gleaming in the skies above

Lead us to the love we dream of."

When Harry finished singing, he laughed and reached into his coat pocket. From it he pulled out his latest acquisition, a silver tiara studded with blue gems that glistened like stars. How long would it take for its owner to realise? Not long he reckoned. He couldn't wait to meet her again.

(A/N) The song lyrics are from the song 'Second Star To The Right' in Peter Pan (1953).

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think! I'd love to hear your thoughts, opinions, etc! Also, if anyone knows of any other stories for these two please let me know as I'd love to read them!

For anyone else who's intrigued by this pairing like me and has any ideas feel free to drop me a fanfic request and I'll happily try and write a one-shot on it! :D