Childhood Crush (Gil X Reader)
Words: 2846
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: Fluff, Swearing
Prompt
A: I need you stop biting your lip like that
B: You what?
A: Seriously, it’s like you’re purposely trying to sabotage my attempts to forget that I’m completely in love with you.
B: Hold on, rewind a little. Did you just say you loved me?
A:Shit! Fuck! Did I just say that out loud?
A/N: I tweaked the wording of the prompt a little so that it better fits Gil’s character - but yeah, it’s stil basically the same
“You give her that back you big bully!” You yelled, storming towards a pirate, pointing an accusing finger.
You may have only been small but you could sure as hell shout, and soon you were squaring up to the boy in front of you.
“Y/N! What a pleasure to see ye” Harry exclaimed, taking a wad of paper notes from his mouth and grinning at you.
You scowled.
“Stealing from children Harry, that’s a new low even for you. Give it her back” You said plainly, looking back at Dizzy who was cowering behind you. The pirate had charged in to the “Curl up and Dye”, demanding her days wages before knocking a tables worth of hair dyes and combs onto the floor. You were less than impressed.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, no can do,” the pirate continued, spinning on his heels and whistling as he went to leave the building.
You glanced to your right, where Dizzy was sweeping up Harry’s mess glumly, staring at the floor. He wasn’t going to get away with this.
“Still running around after Uma I guess. You always were like her slave” you called after him, hoping to bruise his ego enough for him to return.
It worked. He froze in the door frame, his eyes narrowed as he met your gaze.
“A little rich coming from ye isn’t it princess? Still following your sister around blindly?”.
You rolled your eyes. It always came back to Mal. You were the youngest daughter of Maleficent, meaning you were always compared to your purple haired big sister. Usually you didn’t mind, you and Mal were pretty similar after all, but the constant comparison was growing tiring.
“Leave Mal out of this” You warned, taking another step towards the pirate and plucking the money from his hands and throwing it towards Dizzy, who caught it with both hands.
“You’ll regret that little witch” Harry snarled, grabbing the back of your fore arm.
“I wouldn’t bet on it” You spat back, making the first mate chuckle manically.
Maybe he should have bet on it. Dizzy may have got her money back but now you were being dragged through the back alleyways of the Isle’s streets, with your hands tied behind your back. Harry was stronger than you had anticipated, so it didn’t take him long to have you pinned against a wall as he fastened rope around wrists. You were on your way to Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop you could tell, the stench of decaying seafood detectable from miles away. You glanced at the pirate who was holding you hostage, sniggering to yourself. Although you looked pretty harmless you had been taught to fight from a young age, so even though Harry may have won, he didn’t escape your scrap unharmed. There was dark purple bruise staring to form under his eye, from where you had swung a punch at him. A sense of accomplishment washed over you knowing that the pirate wouldn’t be bothering Dizzy again for a while, as Harry grunted a little in pain. Served the cocky little shit right.
The doors to the fish and chip shop swung open, the combination of the bustling atmosphere and questionable smells making your head ache slightly. You had never really eaten there before, the fierce rivalry between your sister and Uma herself, repelling you from ever entering. You didn’t think you missed out on much. The pirate, dragged you by the arm into the furthest corner in the restaurant, pushing you down onto a bar stool. You sighed impatiently.
“Harry! What happened to your face?”
You looked around to see a the son of Gaston, staring at Harry with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Harry caught you grinning smugly to yourself and scowled back at you before turning to his friend.
“Nothing to do with ye Gil” He grumbled, still glaring at you.
You raised your eyebrows with mock innocence in return.
“Hold on a second Harry…” Gil gasped as if he’d come to a staggering revelation. He looked at you, then at Harry, then back at you.
“Did you get beaten up by tiny little Y/N? Again?”
You spluttered with laughter at the word again. You and Harry were known not to see eye to eye.
When the pirate did nothing but scowl more, Gil erupted into huge fits of belly laughter, gaining glares from the customers around him. You were reminded immediately why you liked the boy.
“Gil shut ye mouth now”
“You did!” Gil exclaimed, clearly proud with himself “You got beaten up by Y/N! Wait till Uma hears! Uma come listen to this!”
He was still laughing until Harry stood up beside him, tapping him on the end of his nose with his hook. Gil gulped and quickly shut up.
“What the hell is going on out here?”
Uma appeared from out of the kitchen, an unamused expression painted on her face.
‘Uma!’ Gil shouted, excited “You missed it. Harry just got beaten up by-”
“Me” You said, speaking up for the first time, diverting everybody’s gaze towards you.
Uma lips flickered upwards in a smirk for a split second before returning to a poker face.
“Well well well well” she said making her way towards you, Harry following grinning behind her “Would you look what the cat dragged in?”
“Actually I was dragged in here by that mindless pig that you call a servant”
It was enough to agitate the first mate, causing him to lunge for you. Uma put her hand on his shoulder and he relented, simply waving his hook at you menacingly.
“Harry chill,” the daughter of Ursula sighed.
“I don’t see why you just won’t let me hook her,” Harry replied, reaching forwards and sweeping the hair out of your eyes with his hook.
When he pressed his face continually closer to yours, you decided enough was enough, taking it upon yourself to spit directly in his face. What? You valued your personal space.
Harry recoiled, but not before taking a swing at you with his hook, cutting your cheek which now ran with blood.
“You little bi-” the pirate snarled, before being pushed out of he way by Gil.
“Hey guys what are we looking a-” Gil took one look at your face and jumped back a little “God damn it guys, you hurt her!”
You were doing all you could not to cry, but the searing pain along your cheek bone was making it increasingly more difficult not to. You stopped yourself before a tear could slip, biting your lip instead. You were the daughter of Maleficent, you were not going to burst into tears about a little cut.
“Harry! To the back with me! Now!” Growled Uma, grabbing the pirate by the arm and dragging him away.
He had the audacity to blow a kiss to you as he sauntered away.
“Go choke on a catfish!” You yelled at him as he left your sight, attempting to wipe away a droplet of blood with the back of your sleeve, but failing. It was harder than it looked when your hands were tied behind your back.
“I’ll go get the first aid kit” said a chirpy voice from behind you “Wait there”
You shot around to see Gil wandering off into the back of the shop, leaving you sat on your stool alone. You could have run out of those doors quite easily, rallied up your friends and dragged them back down there to get revenge. But you didn’t. You sat and waited for Gil to return.
“Gil, I really appreciate this, but I’m not so sure I need three gauzes stuck to my face” you laughed.
You grinned as the boy wrapped the majority of your head, including your eyes and ears, in a thick white bandage on top of the seven plasters he had stuck over you wound. All of this for a cut that was two centimetres wide at the most.
“You think you might need four?” Gil asked confused.
“I think we might need to lose the bandage”
“Okay” he replied simply, unravelling it from your head. Once you could finally see and hear again you couldn’t help but smile at the boy who was grinning back at you.
“Thanks I guess-” You began but were interrupted.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I didn’t used to do it when we were little”. The comment caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting it. You were a clumsily kid, always the child to fall over and cut their knee. Gil was a kind kid, always the child to give you a plaster and his apple from his lunch box.
“Yeah, I’d forgotten about that”
There was a long, but not uncomfortable, silence.
“You’re funny you know” Gil started.
“Am I?” You asked slightly confused, only to be met with vigorous nodding from Gaston’s youngest son.
“Yeah! It’s funny when you embarrass Harry. He’ll be really mad you know, he hates when it when people do that to him. But it’s okay I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you again”
“Thank you Gil but there’s really no need” you said quickly, trying to get him to drop the topic as you saw Harry and Uma enter the main restaurant again. Something told you Harry would not be thrilled with Gil talking about him or helping the girl that was supposed to be their hostage. The poor boy was blissfully unaware and continued to ramble.
“It’s usually me who makes Harry mad. He doesn’t like you I think but that’s okay, I like you and he doesn’t like anybody except for Uma anyway” He was still talking as the two approached. You were trying desperately to warn him but he wouldn’t let you get a word in edge ways.
“Actually, I don’t think Uma likes you either,” Gil frowned before continuing “But that’s not your fault. She’s still mad about that time your sister put shrimp in her and everyb-”
“AND YOU NEED TO STOP TALKING”
Gil whipped his head around to Uma, shouting in his ear and giving him the dirtiest look.
“Come on mate. Outside. Now. You know where to go”.
Harry hoisted Gil upwards and walked behind him as he trudged out of Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop, plonking himself down on the step by the entrance.
Something told you this wasn’t the first time this had happened. He tried to walk back inside but Harry pushed him back out, his hook held to his chest. That time he stayed put. Uma was still glaring at you.
“You’re going to stay here until Mal comes for you. Got it?”
It wasn’t so much of a question so much as it was an order.
“Are you really going to use me as bait so you can continue to argue with my sister? Doesn’t that sound a little petty?”
“Guess what, I just so happen to be a petty person” Uma snapped before, walking to lecture Gil outside.
The next time somebody spoke to you again it was Gil. As soon as Uma and Harry let him back in he inched his way towards you looking sheepish but deep in thought. He stopped in front of you and took a deep breath.
“Uma says to tell you that I’m not allowed to talk to you even though you’re really pretty and you make me laugh because you stand up to Harry and it’s funny when you make him look stupid” He grinned at himself, clearly proud that he had delivered the message he was told to. Something told you that the message had changed a little from when Uma had first told him, but you didn’t say anything.
You felt your cheeks slowly start to flush red as you blushed uncontrollably. He thought you were pretty. You cursed yourself in your mind. There was no way you were going to lose your cool simply because Gil complimented you. But you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.
“I remember one time when we were seven…”
“Harry said that you couldn’t play with me because you were a girl so you dumped your whole carton of milk over his head and then stomped on his toe” Gil laughed.
“Yeah! You remember that?” You started to chew on your lip a little.
You had always been close with Gil as children, practically inseparable, but something happened when he met Uma and you started to hang out with your sisters friends. The two of you drifted apart.
“Of course I remember! We used to spend all our time together but you didn’t like Harry and Harry told me it was pointless me having a crush on you…” As soon as he said the words he bolted upright “Forget I said that last bit”
You chewed down on your lip further, practically drawing blood. Because it was all flooding back, your first childhood crush at the age of five years old was stood beaming a smile at you.
“It’s been forgotten”
There was an awkward silence between the two of you, neither knowing what to say. You were still biting your lip, the metallic taste lingering in your mouth confirming that it was, in fact, bleeding.
“I need you stop biting your lip like that” Gil said eventually.
“You what?” You looked at the boy as if he was going crazy, but he refused to drag his eyes away from your lips. How long had he been staring at them.
“Seriously. If Uma and Harry knows I’ve been thinking about kissing you they’ll kill me. Plus, I’ve been trying to forget that I’m in love with you Y/N and you’re not helping”
You were completely and utterly stunned. There was a lot of new information dropped into that sentence. New information that changed a lot of things. A lot.
“Hold on, rewind a little. Did you just say you loved me?”
Gil’s eyes widened with alarm
“Oh no! Did I just say that out loud?” He jumped up from where he was sat beside me and began to pace up and down. “I just made things weird didn’t I, I messed things up again”
“Gil relax,” you said softly “I’ve missed you”
You were telling the truth. Although you were friends with the core-four like your sister you had missed Gil more than you wanted to admit. He may have been goofy and he may have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time, but he had good intentions and you loved him for it. That and the fact that he wasn’t too bad on the eyes.
“You.. Missed me?” Questioned Gil looking slightly dazed.
“Yes you, you buffoon”
Gil broke out into the widest grin and let out a giddy giggle. You practically melted on your barstool.
“I’ve missed you too Y/N! Wait till I tell Um- Maybe that’s not the best idea”
“No, it’s probably not” you chuckled.
“Does this mean we can be friends again?”
Your heart sunk a little. You had always wanted to be more than friends with Gil. Always. Even at five years old. Former Y/N knew what she wanted. She got stuff done.
“Friends?”
“Who am I kidding Y/N. I Kind of think I love you”
Gil took another step towards you and cut the ties on your hands, wrapping you in a hug. You hugged him back, breathing into the crook of his neck as he spun you around.
“I kind of think I love you too”.
He put you back down, setting you on top of a table.
“I know we just decided that we are going to be friends…” you raised your eyebrow at the the word but he continued anyway “…again but you should probably get out of here before Uma and Harry come back. I’ll meet you at the docks tonight”
You gave him a quick nod.
“They’ll kill you if they know you let me go”
“Then they’ll just not have to know will they” He grinned at you but you rolled your eyes. Gil was the worst person to keep a secret, he’d probably tell them himself by accident.
“Okay Gil,” you whispered “I’ll see you around”.
You leaned forwards and kissed his cheek causing his whole face to burn bright red.
“I’ll… Um… I.. guess… that um…. I’ll see you around… Um too”
And with that you walked out of the Fish and Chip shop, fully prepared to start a brand new chapter with the son of Gaston. You sent an imaginary thank you to Harry Hook. If he hadn’t have been such an asshole, you would have never re-discovered your childhood crush.
