A/N: This story contains adult themes (sex, blood, violence) if this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. I don't own Descendents. Enjoy 😊

Chapter One

Harry Hook was a scoundrel, a rogue. The sea was his blood. He was a pirate, son of a pirate. He yearned for freedom and the seven seas.

The Chip Shoppe was suffocating him. He growled and kicked the chair across from him, standing abruptly. People scurried out of his way as he prowled across the floor towards the door. All who looked at him saw a tightly wound predator, and they feared him. A smirk pulled across his handsome face. His kohl rimmed ice blue eyes swept across the room before he pushed open the swinging doors and left them behind.

He looked down at the hook in his left hand. It gleamed, sharp and deadly. It had been awhile since it had tasted blood. Harry pulled his hat a little lower over his eyes, and his prowl turned into a swagger, his sleeveless coat flaring out behind him as he turned a corner, leaving the crew's territory, and entering their rival's territory.

He whistled a jaunty tune. With any luck, he could provoke someone into attacking him. That would make him happier, less restless and upset. He grabbed an apple off a vendor's table and took a bite out of it. Apples were one of the only sweet things they could get on the isle. He loved sweet things.

He turned another corner, and felt someone bounce off of his chest. Harry looked down. At his feet lay a pretty blue haired girl, her make-up and clothing were perfect, though a bit disheveled from her fall.

"Well now, yer a fair faced lass." He held out his hand to her. A small, perfectly manicured hand settled delicately into his larger, rough one. He pulled her up, and was pleased to see that she was able to keep her balance, though it amazed him due to the size of her heels. She was about eye level with him.

"Thank you, you are quite 'fair-faced' yourself." She smiled, "I'm Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen."

Harry raised the hand he still held up to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles, "Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook. A pleasure princess." He smiled roguishly.

A delicate blue brow raised, "You've strayed rather far from the pirates' usual stomping ground." She said, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

Oh, she was a sweet lass, and he was partial to sweets. He slowly allowed her hand to slide from his, "Aye, Ah had a restlessness, so though' Ah'd explore a wee bit." He said.

Evie smiled, making a decision, "Follow me, I know a great place." She said, then turned on her ridiculous heels and hurried off.

Harry grinned ferally and gave chase. She led him through winding streets and over roof tops. He found himself highly impressed with her mobility. Finally, she came to a stop before the small haunted forest that covered the Northern most side of the isle. Harry'd heard of it, but never seen it. "Hello. I've brought a friend with me." Evie said into the forest.

The trees shuddered, then formed faces to look at them, "Welcome princess. He may pass. Any friend of yours is a friend of ours." They whispered.

Evie smiled and grabbed Harry's hand to lead him into the trees. The air changed as soon as they were inside. It was cleaner and purer than the normal tainted air of the isle.

They walked a good twenty minutes before they came to a half moon shaped, white sand beach. The whole beach was surrounded by trees, protecting it from prying eyes. The water here was a beautiful turquoise, a far cry from the murky, polluted waters surrounding the rest of the isle.

"The barrier here ends just outside the two 'points' of the moon. The trees keep the impurities of the rest of the isle out. It is also a great place to swim." Evie smiled.

Harry was astounded, "What made yeh bring me here? Ah feel tha' this is untouched by any but yeh lass."

Evie tilted her head to the side, "You aren't wrong. Only I know about this place. There is something about you that made me want to bring you." She said, then she grinned wickedly, "Besides, the trees will tear apart any trespassers. Don't anger them or your pretty face will be ruined," she said, lightly scratching a nail down his cheek.

Harry smirked, catching her hand in his, "Careful lass, yeh'll stir me blood with such talk." He growled, "Such foul words from such bonny lips."

Evie laughed, "the most beautiful apple is the most likely to be poisoned Harry." She turned her back to him, pulling her hand free, and setting her apple shaped bag on the sand. She smiled over her shoulder, "Let's swim."

Harry watched as she pulled her dress over her head. Heat flooded him when he saw she didn't wear any undergarments. He quickly set his hook down and stripped. Skinny dipping with such a bonny lass? Only a fool would pass that up, especially with the looks she was giving him, and Harry Hook was no fool.

He followed her into the water, watching as the beautiful waters started to lap at the princess' porcelain skin. He stepped into the water and a small noise of surprise escaped his lips. The water was warm.

Evie turned back to the pirate, and smiled, "It's strange isn't it? In this cold, unforgiving isle, that something so beautiful could exist."

He looked at her, "Aye, lass. Tis." But he couldn't help thinking that perhaps there were two strangely beautiful things on the isle. Suddenly Evie was arching backwards, and diving into deeper water.

He didn't follow immediately. He moved slowly, savoring the first feeling of warm water on his skin. He could feel her eyes on him, taking in the scars on his pale skin. He ignored it. Evie appreciated the sight the naked pirate made. He was chiseled and fit. Scars littered his torso, but most kids on the isle had them.

His dark hair was shaggy, and fell a bit into his eyes. His eyes were why she had brought him here. They were intense. They were restless, and unsettling. They held insanity in their icy depths. They were lonely, just like hers. Oh, she was sure he had a gang or crew that he was a part of, just as she was part of a gang. That didn't matter. She knew that a person could be surrounded by people and still be so lonely it ached like ice.

His eyes met hers, and a smirk twisted his face. It was a gorgeous sight to behold. The darkness in his face appealed to her. A delighted grin pulled at her lips as he stalked towards her, suddenly dropping from sight as he stepped off the drop off. Her eyes searched for him in the water, but she couldn't find him. She swam forward, but didn't make it far before Harry came up beneath her, pulling her into his chest.

She gasped. His skin felt hot against her own. "Hello there princess." He said, his chuckles vibrating through them both. His hand came up and loosely wrapped around the slender column of her neck.

"Hello Harry." She smiled and ran a finger along his face again. His grip on her neck tightened, and he grinned before smashing his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and let him in. Harry felt her trim legs wrap around his waist as they went under the water. They broke apart when air became vital, and swam upwards, and towards the shore.

They were upon each other as soon as they hit the shallows, His hands moved over her body as she wrapped her legs back around his waist. His hard cock pressed against her slick entrance. A shine emerged from her lips as he started peppering her neck with kisses, and lightly scraping his teeth against her flesh.

She cried out as he clamped his teeth down hard where her neck met her shoulder. Her nails scraped down his back, and made him moan. He released her throat and lifted his head to look her in the eyes, a thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. She could feel an answering trickle roll down her chest. He ducked his head and licked the ruby red trail over the swell of her breast. "Yer sweet princess." He growled.

Evie smiled sweetly before sinking her teeth into him, just as he'd just done. A jagged moan tore from his lips, his eyes dilating with pleasure. She pulled away, and he was transfixed by the sight of his blood on her lips, as her tongue flicked out to taste him. "Salty like the sea." She got out before he crashed their lips back together, the taste of their blood mingling as their tongues danced.

Evie reached down and lined his throbbing member up with her sex. She wanted him in her, now.

Harry's teeth scraped against her lower lip as he thrust into her. He moaned roughly, "Fuck lass, yeh're so tight." He could feel her muscles gripping at his cock. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up before slamming her back down. She cried out at the feeling of his thick cock splitting her open. She ravaged his mouth as he walked them onto the beach and laid her down on the white sand, her blue hair spread round her like a halo. She looked too pure for him to defile like this, but then he saw his mark. Lust shot through him, and he lost all thought, but to satisfy this woman moaning his name, to make her his. He thrust hard and fast, moving his hand between them to rub at her clit. She cried out, a strangled sob as her body shook with pleasure. He could feel her tightening around him. "Come for me lass." He whispered into her ear. She came unraveled with a scream, her velvet walls clamping around him as he fucked her hard until with a snarl, he was cuming too, buried deep within her.

Harry collapsed only propped up by his elbows to keep him from crushing the petit lass beneath him. Weakly Evie reached up and pulled Harry down for a gentle kiss, her fingertips brushing the mark she'd made on him. They pulled apart, Harry rolled over onto the sand, letting Evie stand up. She staggered a bit, but her legs held. He surveyed her body. It was covered in scratches. Her bottom lip was a bit swollen from where he'd bit her. Her throat held a bruise in the shape of his hand, and there, showing proudly was his mark on her neck. She looked more beautiful than when she had first disrobed.

He knew he didn't look much better. He could feel the sting of sand in the marks she'd clawed down his back with her perfectly manicured nails. Both their marks would scar, they were still bleeding sluggishly. A dark grin twisted his face. What a bonny lass it was who'd marked him, but more importantly, he'd marked her. The wee princess was his now.

He got up and joined her in the water to clean up. She smiled, "You are welcome here anytime. The Guardians have accepted you." She brushed her fingertips over the mark she'd put on him, and a dark smile pulled at her lips. It was gone in a flash, but he'd seen it, and it made him want to possess her more.

No one would hurt his wee princess, no one touched what was his.

Evie smiled as mad laughter issued from her pirate. She didn't feel lonely now, not with this pirate with the crazed icy eyes by her side.