Request: I wanted to request a harry hook x plus size reader (who's the daughter of Peter Pan and Wendy Darling) and harry kinda hates her at first.
Reader: Female
Word count: 1722
Average reading time: 6 min 15 sec
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: This story contains themes of body image insecurity, bullying, and emotional intensity. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.
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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.
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Y/n Pan walked through the halls of Auradon Prep, a place where heroes and villains once again live amongst each other, with her head held high despite the nagging insecurity gnawing at her. As the daughter of Peter Pan and Wendy Darling, she holds a great legacy. She was known for her caring and nurturing nature, always there to lend a helping hand or offer a kind word. People often say that she is just like her mother: brave, adventurous, and responsible, all while maintaining a magical sense of imagination.
But despite the warmth she radiated, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of self-doubt when it came to her body. She had a bit more weight to her then the average princess, and while she embraced many things about herself, her weight was a source of insecurity that sometimes overshadowed her confidence.
Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, was a constant thorn in her side. The hatred between their fathers seemed to have transferred to them, with Harry taking every opportunity to remind Y/n of her flaws. He saw her as nothing more than the daughter of his father's sworn enemy, and he used her insecurity to his advantage.
As Y/n walked through the crowded hallway, Harry stepped in front of her, blocking her path. His signature smirk was firmly in place.
"Watch where you're going, Pan." he sneered, his eyes raking over her form with a judgmental gleam. "Try not to take up the whole hallway next time."
Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She bit back a retort, knowing it would only fuel his taunts. Instead, she pushed past him, keeping her focus on the end of the corridor where her friends awaited.
"Hey, Y/n! Over here!" called Jane, waving her over.
Y/n plastered on a smile as she joined her friends, but the sting of Harry's words lingered.
"Don't let him get to you," Evie said, placing a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. "He's just trying to get under your skin."
"I know," Y/n sighed. "It's just... sometimes it's hard not to let it affect me."
"You're beautiful just the way you are, Y/n," Carlos added. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Despite their reassurances, Y/n couldn't shake the hurt. Harry's words echoed in her mind, feeding the insecurities she tried so hard to suppress.
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Days turned into weeks, and Harry's cruel remarks continued. Each encounter chipped away at her confidence, but she refused to let him see how much it affected her.
One afternoon, as Y/n was heading to the library, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Harry, his expression unreadable.
"Pan." he called out, his tone less biting than usual.
She stopped but didn't turn around. "What do you want, Harry?"
"I need to talk to you," he said, his voice softer. "It's important."
Y/n turned slowly, crossing her arms defensively. "What is it now? Another insult? Another way to make me feel like less?"
Harry's eyes softened, guilt flashing across his features. "No. I... I wanted to apologize."
Y/n blinked, taken aback. "Apologize? For what?"
"For everything," he said, stepping closer. "For the things I've said to you, the way I've treated you. I was wrong."
Her heart raced, a mix of confusion and anger bubbling up. "Why now, Harry? Why the sudden change of heart?"
Harry's gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "Because I see you now." he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "I see how my words have hurt you, and I hate myself for it. You're not your father, Y/n, and you don't deserve the things I've said."
Y/n stared at him, searching his face for any hint of deception. "Why should I believe you?"
Harry's expression grew even more pained. "Because... I need to be honest about something else too." he said, taking a deep breath. "I was scared. Scared of what it meant to care about you, beyond just hating you because of your father. The truth is, it was easier for me to lash out and insult you than to confront how I felt."
Y/n's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I was terrified of falling for you." Harry confessed, his voice cracking slightly. "I hated that you were the daughter of my father's sworn enemy, but more than that, I was afraid of how much I cared for you. So I pushed you away, hid behind my insults, thinking it would make it easier to stay distant. But it only made things worse."
Y/n's eyes widened, her anger giving way to a deeper understanding. "So, you were scared of loving me?"
"Yes." Harry admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was scared of what it would mean, of how it would change everything. I'm sorry for letting that fear turn into cruelty."
Y/n looked at him, processing his confession. "And now?"
"Now," Harry said, taking another step closer, "I want to make things right. I want to show you that my feelings have changed, that I want to be honest with you, and that I'm willing to work on it whatever it takes."
Her heart pounded, caught between lingering hurt and slight hope. "How can I trust you?"
"Let me prove it." Harry said earnestly. "Give me a chance to show you that I'm not the same person I was before. I promise, I'll do everything I can to make up for how I've treated you."
Y/n's defenses began to soften, though her trust was still fragile. "We'll see, Harry. Actions speak louder than words."
Before she could say more, Harry gently took her hand, his touch surprisingly tender, his eyes so intense it nearly made her knees buckle. "I understand darling. And you're truly the most beautiful being I have ever had the honor of laying my eyes on, Y/n. Every single part of you."
Her breath hitched as he moved even closer, his hands resting on her shoulders before trailing down her arms and wrapping around her waist. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"I'm making it up to you." he murmured, his voice raspy and low, filled with emotion. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her jawline, moving to her neck, and whispering against her skin. "I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused. You deserve so much better."
Y/n's heart raced, a mix of confusion and longing flooding her senses. She felt his hands caress her sides, his touch gentle and reverent. "Harry..."
He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes with a depth of feeling she hadn't seen before. "Let me show you how beautiful you are." he whispered, his lips brushing hers in a tender kiss.
Completely overwhelmed, Y/n felt tears streaming down her face. She was defeated, all the pain and frustration boiling over. Harry kissed her tears away, his lips soft and comforting against her skin.
"Don't cry, darling." he whispered. "Please, let me make it right."
"I can't help it." she choked out between sobs. "It's all been too much. And... and I'm too heavy for you."
Harry's brow furrowed in concern as he wrapped his arms around her. "Y/n, darling. You're not too heavy."
"You don't understand," she whispered, her voice filled with distress.
Before she could protest more, Harry scooped her up with ease, cradling her against his chest. "Harry, put me down." she insisted, her voice shaky and weak.
"Not a chance darling." he said firmly, holding her tighter. "I'm not putting you down, you're coming with me."
Y/n clung to him, feeling the strength in his arms as he carried her through the hallways. Her mind racing, but she couldn't deny the sense of safety and comfort that his embrace provided.
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When they reached Harry's dorm room, a quiet serenity settled over them, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling inside Y/n. Harry gently guided her to sit on his bed, his touch so tender that it felt like he was handling something incredibly delicate. He took a seat beside her, his gaze unwavering as he reached for her hands.
The warmth of his fingers intertwined with hers was comforting, a subtle promise of support and affection. "Y/n, you're perfect as you are." Harry said softly, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that spoke of both sincerity and regret. "Your weight doesn't change that."
Y/n's heart ached at his words. She looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity or pity, but all she found was a deep, genuine concern and love. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "I don't know if I can trust you, Harry."
Harry's expression softened even further, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. "Then let me earn it," he said, his voice a low, earnest plea. "Let me show you every day how much you mean to me."
Without waiting for a response, he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was tender and full of longing. The kiss was slow, a deliberate dance of emotions, as if he was trying to convey all the words he couldn't find into that single, intimate moment. The softness of his lips and the gentle pressure of his kiss sent shivers down Y/n's spine, igniting a flicker of hope deep within her.
As their lips moved together, Y/n felt her defenses start to crumble. The warmth of Harry's affection wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, and for the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of a future where she was truly cherished. She melted into the kiss, feeling the depth of his apology and the sincerity of his feelings.
When they finally broke apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers. The closeness of their faces, the shared breath, and the gentle smile on his lips were all part of a silent promise. Y/n could see the unwavering commitment in his eyes, and a small, hopeful smile tugged at her own lips. "You're forgiven, Harry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you'll have to keep proving it."
Harry's eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief. "Oh, I intend to, darling." he said, his tone playful yet earnest. "Every single day for the rest of my life."
From that moment on, Harry's actions spoke volumes. He made it his mission to uplift Y/n's spirits, to remind her of her worth with each passing day. Whether it was through small, thoughtful gestures or heartfelt conversations, he showed her, time and time again, how much she meant to him. His constant efforts to cherish and support her gradually helped Y/n rediscover her own self-worth, and with each day that passed, the foundation of their love grew stronger, rooted in trust, understanding, and an unwavering devotion.
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