Just Don't Wanna Lose This

just don't wanna lose this

I wanna read it

Fanfic

Pairing: Harry Hook/Uma

Rating: Mature

On the Isle

“Those will be expensive.” The brunette teen across the conter of the make-shift apothecary shop glanced down at the small pill bottle Uma was holding in her hand.

Uma gave Ginny Gothel an unimpressed look. “I know.”

Ginny grinned. “They can get you fucked up good, though. You tryna kill someone?”

Uma snorted. “I’m not the type to try poisoning. If I wanted someone dead, they’d be dead.”

The other teenager nodded. She was well aware of Uma’s reputation- on the isle, it was impossible not to be. Especially with te core four and Malifacent gone, Uma was a power to be reckoned with.

Uma slid something across the counter. “This worth enough?”

Ginny gave a low whistle. “That much pure pixey dust? Yeah, sounds like a fair trade.”

Uma nodded, pulling the brim of her hat lower as she walked out of the store.

When she arrived back at the ship, she went straight to her cabin. Carefully, she ground one of the pills into a fine powder, mixing it with a glass of the coarse rum the crew drank.

“Harry?” she called, stepping back out of the cabin, drink in hand.

“Yes, Uma?” Harry said, appearing by her side as if by magic.

“Drink this.”

The first mate gave her an odd look, but swallowed the drink without hesitation. He always obeyed Uma without hesitation.

She walked away, not bothering to explain.

After five days on the pills, Harry stopped having episodes of manically crying and laughing

Ten days, his paranoia was at an all-time low.

A month, and he finally- finally- began to sleep at night.

The pills were expensive. But to Uma, they were worth it.

In Auradon

“They want me to take a mood stabilizer, an antidepressant, and antiphsycotics.” Harry’s voice was dripping with disdain.

Uma sighed. “Would that really be so bad?”

They were laying together on one of the beds in Uma’s room at auradon prep.

Harry gave her an indignant look. “I didn’t want ta meet with this… brain doctor in ta first place! Ye made me go.”

Uma petted a hand throug Harry’s hair, and he relaxed slightly.

“I’ve been giving you psyche meds in your food and drink for years.”

Harry stiffened. “Say wot now?”

Uma smirked, pulling harry so his head rested on her chest. “Those drinks I gave you? I used to buy the pills from Ginny Gothel. I’d crush them up and put them in your rum like you were a puppy.”

Harry made a serious of spluttering noises. “But- why would ye waste resources on that? Of all things?”

“Not a waste.” Uma pulled im closer. “Taking care of my good boy is never a waste.” She kissed his nose. “And maybe… medication isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“If I have to take antipsychotics, you need to take the sleeping pills they prescribed. And the ones for your anxiety.”

Uma snorted a laugh. “Deal.”

She pulled him closer.

And that night, they both slept nightmare free.