Chapter 4 – Shattering Walls
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Gil was terrified as he fell. The wind rushing against him, watching the balcony get further and further away. He was deadweight, his limbs lax and loose and he couldn't even see where he was falling, could only feel hopeless tears build in his eyes as he waited for the inevitable crash.
Maybe this would be better. Now Uma and Harry wouldn't have to worry about him. Uma wouldn't have to indulge him or be able to distract herself with him. She could be with Harry like she should, and Harry's pretty prince and princess would accept her with loving arms, because Uma was the best person Gil had ever known, and even though Gil wasn't that smart, he knew there was no way they'd be able to look at someone Harry loved so much and not accept her.
This was for the best. This would-
Pain. An eruption of pain as Gil's back slammed into something that didn't stop his momentum. He heard shattering- glass? It gave way underneath him and fractured around him, littering him with cuts. He closed his eyes to protect them on reflex, and wasn't prepared for the hard smash of water when he fell into some kind of- what, pool?
The water burned his eyes when he opened them, and he felt himself surge deep into the depths of the pool. Pieces of the glass ceiling – wooden beams and other stuff – fell down around him, but Gil couldn't focus on that because he was- his body still wasn't working right and even if it was, he couldn't swim, he was too deep. His body hurt and his eyes burned and he could feel his lungs straining. He wasn't going to die smashed into a million pieces but he was still going to go- he was going to drown in this pool all by himself.
He hoped it wouldn't affect Uma too much. He hoped she'd still want to swim. She deserved swimming. She deserved the moon, even though he couldn't give it to her.
Maybe Harry would.
Gil felt so lost, so panicked, that he almost missed the first surge of water, didn't realize it had happened until there was a guard swimming towards him.
Oh, they were-
He was dragged towards the surface of the pool, Gil little help to him, and when they broke the surface of the water he was immediately handed off to a few other guards.
There was glass everywhere. There had been a skylight and Gil had fallen through it, had been pushed because a nice prince thought he deserved to die.
It was enough to leave Gil sobbing, curling into himself as much as he could.
They kept asking him questions and he could barely answer them. It was sort of a relief when a bright voice cut through their more demanding queries.
"There, there, sweetheart," an accented tone soothed – an older lady with a gentle face. Gil wondered if this was the Mrs. Potts Prince Ben mentioned every so often. "You're alright now. Could you tell us what happened?"
"T-They pushed me," Gil gasped as they loaded him onto a plastic stretcher. "I got- they p-pushed me off the- where my dad fell, because-" His face crumpled, feeling hot and tight and everything hard. "I'm stupid."
"No, dearie, that's far from the case," the woman soothed, brushing his cheek with a gentle hand. "What they did was wrong and they'll be punished for it, but we're going to take care of you right now, okay? We're going to take you to the infirmary – get you out of those wet clothes and see to your wounds."
"D-Don't tell Uma," Gil gasped. He didn't want to prove Harry even more correct. He already hated Gil enough as it was. "Please."
"This isn't your fault, sweetheart," she murmured. "But if that's what you'd prefer, that's what we'll do."
"Thank you," Gil whispered, then he slumped back against the stretcher. He was exhausted. Spent. He didn't know what else he could possibly offer, so he tried to stay silent.
He'd been trying so hard not to cause problems but they found him anyway. It was his gift.
He should definitely end things with Uma. Harry was right, he would only drag her down.
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The infirmary was sort of a blur. There were pictures, more questions. There was a guy who needed him to make a statement, needed him to describe the three guys that had guided Gil through the castle. He didn't have names because he was dumb, but while they were drying him off and treating his wounds, the guy showed him a laptop, cycled through pictures until Gil selected the right three.
Within an hour he was dry, the glass had been removed and his cuts were treated, and he'd had an x-ray that confirmed a lot of bruises and no broken bones. Gil was wearing some spare lounge clothes that he was pretty sure belonged to Jay based on the coloring.
"Gil," Prince Ben said, fluttering inside the room just as the doctor was about to clear him. "I'm so sorry. I-"
"It's um- really not your fault, Ben," Gil sniffed, staring at the sad, bandaged state of his hands. "It was mine."
"No, it really wasn't," Ben said. "I'm just- I'm so glad they added in that pool, or else…"
Yeah, Gil would be super dead right now.
"Yeah," Gil said, wondering if that would be better or not. "I'm sorry about the ceiling."
"That is honestly the last thing I care about," Ben said, making Gil blink. "Just- Uma and Harry would like to see you. They're waiting outside."
"No." Gil could think of nothing worse. "N-No, the lady said I didn't have to- do they know what happened?"
Because Gil hadn't wanted to bother them. That was supposed to be the point.
"I was informed as soon as you were taken to the infirmary," Ben said with furrowed brows. "I told Uma and Harry as soon as I knew. I'm sorry, I thought- they were worried when they couldn't find you."
"I don't want to see them," Gil said, feeling panicked.
"Gil," Ben sighed. "Harry feels awful about the stuff he said. There's no excusing it, but all of us know how much he loves you."
"Harry hates me," Gil said, horrified when he felt himself start to tear up again. In front of Ben. "He thinks I'm stupid."
"He was just frustrated," Ben said, voice gentle as he perched on the side of Gil's bed. "Uma was right – he was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he cares about you, so he lashed out instead." He cleared his throat. "Uma told me that's something he used to do a lot."
Gil thought about it. About how Harry had been embarrassed when he first started wearing his eyeliner. He'd done it on a dare from Jonas, the two of them finding the remains of a tube and presenting it to Uma who hadn't wanted it. So Harry had worn it and played up how sexy it made him look, pretending to own it, that it made him unstoppable, but the first time someone made noises about it meaning he was a pansy, he'd gutted them.
It hadn't happened again.
He was also super snappy anytime he shared Gil's hammock, especially the time Gil offered to make it a regular thing, because he didn't mind and Harry seemed to like it, and Harry had gotten so mad he hadn't talked to Gil for a week.
It had been months before he shared the hammock again, and Gil had woken up with Harry's erection pressing against his thigh, the first mate lightly grinding against him in his sleep. He'd woken up before he'd really gotten anywhere, and gotten mad at Gil all over again for letting it happen. It was like Gil wanted him to be a sissy.
And Gil didn't- he didn't want Harry to be a sissy, but he did want to kiss Harry and be the reason he felt good. He wanted to offer more than just his thigh to make Harry feel nice, he just didn't think Harry would ever take it.
But he had been so mad. He'd said Gil was stupid.
"What about Doug?" Ben asked when Gil didn't reply. "He'd like to see you, if that's okay."
Gil didn't know why, though. He didn't interact with Doug much. Like, he'd sat at their lunch table for a little bit and the guy seemed nice but- well, maybe he wanted to warn Gil off of Harry since he'd made him so upset.
Gil had done a lot of dumb stuff that day, so he figured maybe he could at least make one person happy.
"Okay," Gil sniffed. "You can um- let him in."
To do whatever he wanted to do.
Ben seemed relieved at that for whatever reason. "Okay, I'll be right back," he said. "They're going to release you soon, but they want you to stay nearby in case they missed anything. I had a guest room prepped for you. Well, you and Uma-"
"No." Gil shook his head. "No, it's just me, now."
And he needed to get used to that. It was going to be his new normal. No friends were going to magically swoop in from out of the blue and love him. It was stupid to think that anyone would care.
"No," Ben said, and his tone was soft but his expression was serious. "It's not, Gil. No matter what you do, Uma and Harry are going to care for you."
Gil shook his head again and Ben let out a tired sigh, wavering awkwardly at the side of the bed.
"I'm going to get Doug," he said. "And clear up a few things. The doctor will probably release you after your conversation so… um- Cogsworth will show you to your room and send up some dinner."
"Thank you, Mr. Prince," Gil said, tugging at the sleeve of his borrowed sweater. "I really appreciate it."
"It's the least I can do, Gil," Ben said like he meant it. "And it's my genuine pleasure."
When he said stuff like that, it made Gil think that maybe Mal had found the nicest human in all of Auradon. That she'd somehow seen into Ben's soul and claimed him despite the fact that Evie had told Gil that Mal hadn't wanted anything to do with Ben at first.
He wasn't sure how anyone could feel that way, but then again, he wasn't sure how people could feel that way about Harry either, and lots of people hated him.
Ben left with a nod, and for a few moments Gil was alone (the new normal, nothing wrong with that, he could totally do it). It didn't take long for Doug – the actually nice prince – to slip through the door, offering Gil a relieved smile when he caught sight of him.
"Are you okay?" Doug asked as he drew close, hesitating for a moment before he perched on the side of Gil's bed, near his hip. "All things considered, I mean?"
"They said there wouldn't be any lasting damage, if that's what you mean," Gil offered.
"Right." Doug nodded. "But you're probably not feeling great about what happened at the ball."
Gil already hurt all over, but somehow Harry's pretty boyfriend bringing up the fact that Harry hated Gil – had hated him his entire life – was enough to make him feel shaky and hot all over again.
"Oh, Gil," Doug said, and then he was drawing closer, pulling Gil into a hug like he wasn't too dirty to touch. "Harry didn't mean it, I promise. He didn't mean any of it. He's just scared because he thinks that he loves you more than you could ever love him-"
"Because I'm stupid," Gil gasped. "I'm stupid and I break things. I'm stupid and I willingly followed those guys who wanted to kill me. Harry's right, I'd be dead on my own. The only reason I'm not is because they added a p-pool, but if they hadn't-" Gil shuddered.
He would have been crushed.
They'd shoved him off a balcony because he'd seemed too good to be true, because they'd somehow seen the chaos sewn into his bones and realized it needed to be eliminated from the world.
"I should have died," Gil croaked. "Maybe I just should have- it would have been better-"
Before Doug could reply, the door to the room flew open and in charged Harry, his eyes lit in a terrible fury.
Gil flinched, half terrified that he'd start yelling at Gil for daring to touch his boyfriend, but then Harry was crawling onto the bed, moving to straddle Gil's lap and bodily wrapping himself around Doug and Gil.
"Don't ye fucking say that," Harry hissed, sounding more furious than Gil had ever heard him. Sounding more furious than he'd been in the ballroom. "Don't ye ever fucking say that, Gilly. You're our sunshine and our gift and the world would be a terrible place without ye and I- I was stupid," he hissed. "I was a dumb fucking jealous idiot and I wanted Uma and I was so scared to have ye that I lashed out and hurt both of ye, because that- that's what I'm used to, hurting people."
"Harry," Gil gasped, shaking at how close the first mate was. "Please, don't- don't do this just because I almost- I can't- I can't keep doing this."
"No, we can't," Uma agreed, and she was sitting on the bed too, trading out with Doug so she could cuddle close to Gil. "It's time for you to fucking open up, Harry, because this isn't fair to Gil and it isn't fair to me, and it isn't fair to them-"
"I love ye," Harry hissed. "I love ye both, damnit. I've loved ye for fucking years, and I flirted with everyone back on the Isle so they wouldn't know how fucking gone I was for ye. And it was easier with ye, captain, because ye were so strong and tough and tactical-"
"And a girl," Uma noted with a quirk of her brow.
"That too," Harry said. "But Gil- he's nice and sunshine and-"
"Very much a guy," Uma said.
Harry's cheeks darkened in a furious blush. "I'd fucking share his hammock with him – loving and hating every moment, telling myself it was for his benefit when half the time I was terrified I would lose myself against his fucking thigh. And he'd help because he'd be too sweet not to,."
"You were afraid he didn't love you," Uma deduced, her eyes going wide at the realization. "You thought he couldn't love you as much as you loved him, that it was uneven- That's why you were such a fucking shitbag."
"I know," Harry groaned, but he didn't hang his head, choosing to nuzzle Gil's shoulder again. "I know."
"You fucking dumbass," Uma growled. "Do you know how many sessions we've had where Gil touches himself, talking about all the ways he loves you?"
"Uma," Gil said, feeling embarrassed while Harry tensed.
"It's been a lot," Uma continued, her focus on Harry. "And it is the loveliest damn thing, him whimpering over how thoughtful you are, how loyal and dedicated and the fucking curve of your ass when you wear those tight jeans." She glanced over towards the pink princess. "I assume that was your handiwork."
The princess puffed up in pride. "You know it."
"We are all grateful for those jeans," Doug hummed, making Harry flush further.
"He loves you, Harry," Uma growled. "He has loved you for years, loved me for years, but never felt like it was something he deserved to say. He never thought he was worthy of our love and you have to go and call him a fucking idiot in front of everyone."
"I'm sorry," Harry groaned, though he addressed this to Gil, started – started kissing his cheek and his neck and his shoulder while his partners were right there. "I was trying to protect myself because if I didn't, it would be fucking obvious how much I love ye."
"Harry," the princess sighed, looking exasperated. "We all know you love Gil and Uma. We have been expecting them to join us for weeks now – you've just been an asshole about it."
"You have?" It was Uma who asked, Uma who looked confused and uncertain.
Doug offered her a gentle look. "We have. You're Harry's, and we love him."
"Even if he's a disagreeable fuck sometimes," the princess muttered. "But yeah, we trust him and his taste. We've always known he was dedicated to you, Uma, we said that when this thing started." Her gaze drifted over to Gil. "You, sweetheart, are just a bonus."
Gil was pretty sure he flushed down to his toes.
"Yes," Uma growled, cupping his jaw so she could pull him into a kiss. "That is the expression I love so much."
Gil whined into her attention, forcing himself to pull away. "I- I can't," he said, feeling himself tear up. "I- I'll hurt you, and I don't want to- I don't want to be a burden to you."
"Fuck, Gil," Harry said, slumping against him. "Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone. Even fucking Prince Ben. I was just being an asshole, trying to break ye apart from Uma because I- I couldn't stand the thought of ye being together without me, it hurt too much."
"It fucking hurt us too, you damn asshole," Uma snapped, and then she curled a hand around his collar, dragging him close. "Harrison Hook, I have loved you since the first moment you stabbed that thug that tried to jump me when we were twelve. I have loved your manic, deranged, and painfully eccentric ass since we were children. Your loyalty is like a damn drug to me, every fucking time I give you a test that you complete with flying colors, wearing that crazy smile, makes me so hot and bothered that I can barely stand it. If I thought for an instant any of your flirtations had been serious, I would have fucked you onto the deck of the Lost Revenge just so the Isle could know you were mine."
Harry looked dazed by this onslaught of information, but Uma didn't seem to be done.
"I knew you liked Gilly," she said. "You knew that I knew that, and I thought that was why you flirted with everyone, flirted with all the girls, because you were trying so hard not to be a 'pansy'."
"Again with this pansy shit," the princess said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I'm not saying it's not bullshit," Uma pressed. "But that was Harry's concern. Now." She turned to her ex-first mate. "What do you have to say for yourself? Are you willing to be a pansy for Gil?"
"Fucking yes, already," Harry whined, shivering when she traced the line of his jaw. "I'll be his pansy, I'll be your pansy, just let me fucking love ye, alright?"
"Alright," Uma said, a smile breaking across her face, Gil's chest feeling light and happy and so confused by the sudden good turn of events. "But first, a punishment."
Harry immediately groaned, his two partners looking interested by this response.
"You've been a real shithead, Harry," Uma said, carding her fingers through his hair. "You made Gil cry, you made me cry, you dated two other people, one of which was a dude, before admitting your feelings to us. You tried to sabotage our relationship, you put Gil in a vulnerable position that almost got him killed, so yeah, you need to be punished." Gil opened his mouth to make some kind of objection, because the last part had really been his fault, but then she shot him a glare. "I will hear no arguments," she murmured. "Now, come on."
She gave Gil one last kiss, staring him hard in the eyes before whispering a pointed I love you that made him feel shaky all over again.
"Assume the position," Uma said as she went to stand beside Harry's partners.
"Is this going to be sexy?" princess whispered. "I am really hoping this will be sexy."
"You'll see," Uma said with a smirk, though Gil wasn't sure why she was doing that. There wasn't anything all that special about Harry's punishments.
He didn't get them often, but Harry was Harry, and on occasion he acted out of line when he got into a frenzied state. Uma would publicly punish him, but that was just for show, the real punishment happened below deck.
With a dark flush, Harry positioned himself on his hands and knees across Gil's lap, his rear facing the other three.
"Just… get on with it," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably, the same way he always did.
"How many times, Uma?" Gil asked, letting his hand settle on Harry's butt. This was his favorite part of the punishment. He didn't really like hurting Harry, but Uma allowed him to squeeze Harry's butt as much as he wanted and take care of him afterward, which involved cuddling Harry in his bed, letting the first mate sprawl across his chest, stomach-to-stomach, since his back usually hurt too much.
One time, Gil had snuck a hand into Harry's underwear to um- sooth the pained flesh directly, and Harry had let him.
That had been a very exciting day.
"Oh, I dunno," Uma hummed, sharing a look with prince and princess. "What do you think? Twenty should do it?"
"You should pull his clothes out of the way," princess offered, her eyes gleaming. "To make it more intense."
Harry let out a low groan.
"I like how you think," Uma cackled. "Gil?"
"I got it," Gil said, heart beating so fast he thought it might beat out of his chest.
It was weird, undoing Harry's belt at this angle because it caused him to brush against some other things, and it wasn't like Gil meant to grope him as he eased Harry out of his clothes, it just sort of happened.
His chest felt tight when he let his hand fall on Harry's bare rear, trying hard not to stare at the length swaying between his legs. Gil had definitely seen Harry's dick before, it was just- it seemed different, this time.
"Okay," Uma said. "Nice and hard, Gil."
"I um- don't want to hurt him too much, though," Gil said, rubbing Harry's butt carefully. "I've gotten a lot stronger since the last time we did this."
"Okay," Uma said over the weird noise Harry growled. "Maybe just ten strikes this time."
"Okay." Gil felt a lot better with that. "Sorry, Harry."
"Just do it," Harry grumbled, the same way he always did, and with that, Gil brought his hand up, hesitating for a moment before he brought it back down in a hard spank.
Harry groaned, rocking forward with the contact, his fingers tightening in the folds of the blanket.
"Are you okay?" Gil asked, rubbing his butt again. "I can go easier-"
"I'm fine," Harry snapped, and Gil raised his hand to go again.
"Have you been a bad boy, Harry?" Uma asked between hits, the mantra a familiar thing. "Do you need to be punished?"
"Y-Yes," Harry gasped, shuddering after each blow. "I'm bad, I need to be punished."
"Are you my bad boy, or Gil's bad boy?"
"Uma," Harry whined.
"You have to answer the question, Harry," Gil sighed, pausing his actions so he could sooth the reddened skin and also feel up Harry some more. "You know that."
"I'm Gil's bad boy," Harry said through gritted teeth, the same way he'd done for forever. "And I need his hand on me real bad."
"Where do you need it?" Uma asked, making Harry groan again. "Where do you need his hand, Harry?"
"W-Where it is," Harry said, a familiar pattern. "I need him to teach me a lesson."
"You want him to be the reason you can't sit down," Uma surmised. "Want him to be the reason you walk with a limp. But are you sure that's where you want his hand? Be honest, Harry."
"I-" Harry flushed. "I can't-"
"Sure you can, Harry," princess said, her gaze half lidded. "I think we can all see where you want his hand."
At that, Gil paused, letting his hand settle on Harry's rear even though he whined, and when he looked Harry over again, he saw that the pirate was hard.
Well, it wasn't anything new, Harry usually got hard when they did this. He said he had a thing for pain. Gil knew it had to be true because sometimes Harry asked Gil to spank him even when he hadn't done anything wrong. Asked him to do it even though Uma wasn't there to watch, and Gil had done it because it made Harry happy.
"Do you want me to help with this too?" Gil had asked once, letting his hand slide around Harry's dick.
It had been a moot question because Harry had fallen apart a second later, but then he'd been furious at Gil, climbing half naked into his lap so he could properly threaten him, warning Gil that if he told anyone he was fish bait.
Which seemed like a bit of an overreaction, but whatever, Gil hadn't told anyone.
"I think I have a good idea," Uma mused, digging through her purse until she came up with the small tube of lubricant she and Gil had been using to get jiggy together. "Here, Gil," she said, squirting some onto his fingers. Then she parted Harry's cheeks, making the first mate gasp, before she squirted some onto his entrance. "I need you to massage that for him, okay? See how tight it is? Harry needs you to make it loose."
"Uma," Harry groaned, a desperate sounding thing that made Gil feel very hot.
"Quiet, Harry," Uma warned. "You're being punished right now." She turned an expectant look onto Gil. "Get moving, sweetheart."
"O-Okay, Uma," Gil said.
This was different than pleasuring Uma. She was usually already wet and waiting for him by the time he got his fingers down there. This time, Harry was tight just like she'd said, and Gil made a dedicated effort to massage him slowly, rubbing his fingers gently against that tight ring of muscle while Harry shivered.
"Harry," Uma interrupted a few minutes in. "How does it feel to finally get Gil's fingers where you want them?"
Had Harry- had he wanted this?
It was an overwhelming thought, one that made Gil flush, then flush even harder when Harry moaned.
"G-Good," Harry said. "They're so big."
"Have you dreamed about them?" princess asked. "Have you touched yourself thinking about what Gil's hands felt like?"
Harry whined. "Y-Yes."
Oh wow.
"Would you like to rest against him?" Doug asked, his face heated in a dark, hungry flush. "Would you like him to hold you close while he stretched you open? Would you like to rub against his abdomen? Make a wet spot on his clothes from your greedy cock?"
"Yes," Harry groaned, Uma and princess staring at Doug in surprise. "Yes, yes- please."
"Okay," Uma said, making Gil feel so very warm. "Okay, you can do that, sweetie, but you're going to have to take your clothes off."
"Wow," princess said, fanning herself while Harry whimpered.
Gil felt himself twitch against the confines of his clothes, mouth watering at the prospect of naked Harry. He'd seen so many parts of Harry due to injuries, but the idea of him stripping down for this, for Gil…
"Here," princess said, striding forward in quick movements. "We can help. Gil – you keep doing what you're doing."
Harry groaned, loud and deep, making Gil shudder. "Okay," he whispered.
The other three helped rid Harry of his clothes, Gil toying with him all the while. He had managed to work one finger into Harry by the time they were done, pumping it steadily in and out of him, and Gil would think he had a hand on Harry's dick again for all the noise he made about it.
"Yes," Harry hissed when he was finally naked, the first mate scrambling into position so that he was sprawled across Gil's chest. He ducked his head against his shoulder, legs spread wide as he straddled Gil's lap, his length pressing into Gil's stomach just like Doug said it would. "Gilly-"
"I've got you," Gil said, wrapping an arm around his waist as he urged another finger inside. "You feel so good, Harry, clenching around my fingers like this." He took his time scissoring Harry wide, stretching and curling and teasing him, almost everything he did seeming to drive Harry wild. "I've wanted to do this forever."
"Gil," Harry whined, his hips rutting against Gil's torso. "Fuck. Fuck. Please-"
"It's okay," Gil murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he urged a third finger inside, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, making Harry moan. "Sometimes I um- think about you doing this with Doug. Think about you curled up in his lap after you asked him to spank you-" Harry let out a rough sound, twitching against him. "Oh, you haven't done that?"
"I- I only um- did that with ye so ye'd um- t-touch me," Harry gasped against his shoulder.
"Wait," Uma said. "Did- did you ask Gil to- outside of punishments?"
"I was fucking stupid, okay?" Harry hissed, lips brushing against Gil's throat. "I wanted so badly for him to do something else-"
"I would have done it," Gil said, working another finger into Harry, who took it with a keen. "If I had known, Harry, I would have loved to make you feel good."
"You can do that now," princess declared, looking fond and delighted. "From now on, you are in charge of making sure Harry's needs are seen to."
"Audrey," Harry moaned, and right, that was her name. Wow, Gil should really remember that since he was probably going to be dating her soon. "I-"
"He's ready," Uma declared. "Gil, you ready to fuck him, sweetheart?"
"If- if he wants," Gil said, letting his free hand slide up Harry's back, tracing the curve of his muscles, the patterns of his scars. To be allowed to hold Harry in such a way, to make him feel good- it was a privilege, and not one Gil was going to forget.
"I want," Harry gasped, his hand curling into his shirt. "Gilly."
"Then, um- turn around," Gil said, blushing furiously. "Because uh- you need to make Uma feel good."
He heard Uma sputter beside them. "Gil."
"No, he's right," princess agreed, ushering Uma towards he bed while Gil reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Harry. "You deserve to feel good too."
"But-" Uma was flushing though obediently sat near the foot of the bed facing Gil, her flush darkening when Audrey pushed her down in a smooth motion, wasting no time to pull up her skirt. "Wait. I- I'm not like you. I'm not- it's messed up, because I'm half-mermaid, it's-"
"Uma has a nubbin," Gil said, interrupted her embarrassed babble. "Because some mermaids are capable of impregnating males, so when she's human, her um- her bump can also be a very tiny dick when she's aroused."
Audrey paused, her and Doug looking startled by this information, Uma looking tense, and then Audrey finished shoving her dress skirt out of the way.
"Yep," Audrey said when she saw the small bulge against Uma's panties, not hesitating when she pulled them down in a smooth motion. "That is a nubbin."
Uma flinched. "You don't have to-" She cut off with a gasp when Audrey leaned down, taking the tiny dick into her mouth and giving it a firm suck that left Uma twitching and wet.
"Fuck," Harry said, seeming dazed as he watching Audrey suck and finger Uma, their captain moaning brokenly at the foot of the bed.
"Y-Yeah," Doug said, standing beside them with an equally affected expression, his interest very obvious between his legs.
"Harry," Audrey ordered when she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Tell your captain you love her as she is and get down here and fucking pleasure her brains out."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry gasped, crawling into position. "Uma, you're fucking lovely no matter what and I- I'm gonna-" He bent down and started lapping at her folds, eating her out while Audrey teased the tiny dick, making Uma's legs flex wide with a moan.
"Harry," she croaked. "G-Guys, it's gonna- it'll burst and make a mess."
"Trust me, we're used to Harry making messes," Audrey said as she kissed Uma's neck, one hand groping her boob while the other teased her. "So we're fine with it."
Doug cleared his throat, getting Gil's attention. "I um- think Harry is ready for you."
"B-But what about you?" Gil asked. "I don't want you to be left out."
Doug's flush spread down his neck. "Um- we could- if you want, we could kiss?"
An hour ago, Gil would have thought it was offered out of pity, but now he could see the sort of hopeful look in Doug's eyes. Hopeful for Gil.
Gil returned the look with a dopey smile. "Yeah, that would be good, please."
Doug helped Gil push down his pants, pumping and teasing Gil's length while they traded shy kisses and that was- a prince was touching him, grinding his palm against Gil and he felt so full and hard and wet.
"Here," Doug murmured between kisses, sliding a thin, plastic thing onto Gil's length before he slathered it with lubricant. "You're ready to go."
"J-Join me?" Gil asked, giving his hand a few soft tugs to beckon him onto the bed.
Doug did so with a flush, kneeling beside Gil as he slowly urged himself into Harry, who took it with a low moan against Uma's groin.
"That's it," Audrey said, looking satisfied as Gil got himself settled into Harry's heat. "Perfect."
"G-Gilly," Harry groaned, his hands trembling against Uma's legs. "You're so- he's so-"
"Big, right?" Uma finished with a breathless grin. "Yeah, he's a full boy. Feels so fucking good inside. He fucked me in my mer-form, it was awesome. Pretty sure Prince Ben watched."
"H-He should," Gil huffed as he tried to adjust to Harry's tightness. It was difficult, and not made much easier by the hand Doug snuck under his sweater, tracing his torso and toying with his nipples and making everything feel good. "We're very pretty."
"That wouldn't surprise me," Audrey laughed, taking over pleasuring Uma while Harry was occupied. "He's such an awkward bean. Probably didn't know what to do with you."
"T-That's the truth," Uma gasped as Audrey started fingering her in earnest. "He found us while Gil was- was fingering me, at the lake, and Gil- he just asks him to turn around so we could finish."
"Y-You were so close," Gil gasped. "I just wanted you to- to get there, and you were so wet and pretty and flushed-"
"Kind of like you are now," Audrey hummed. "You and Harry both."
The words made Harry moan again, the first mate clenching around Gil's length with a shudder.
"It's okay," Doug murmured into Gil's ear. "Go ahead and start pumping in and out."
"Okay," Gil gasped, moving to do just that. "Harry- Harry, you feel so good."
"Ye too, Gilly," Harry moaned, back arching as Gil began rutting into him in earnest.
"Yes," Audrey murmured, sucking a mark on Uma's neck while she toyed with her. "I finally get a super-hot girlfriend. A super-hot half-mermaid girlfriend with the cutest dick."
"Fuck," Uma gasped, shuddering against the bed. "I didn't think any of you normal fuckers would like this, it's weird-"
"It's perfect," Harry growled between thrusts. "B-Because it's you."
"What he said," Audrey hummed. "Besides, you can do both, which if anything, makes you talented. Not a freak."
"Never that," Doug hummed. "And I um- get it. I'm a half-breed too. I understand that there's um- quirks, sometimes, and that's okay."
"I feel like there's a story to that," Audrey said. "And I want it later, but for now, I'm going to make our new girlfriend feel very good."
"Y-You claiming us just like that?" Uma gasped. "Just 'cuz of Harry?"
"The only people who couldn't see this was inevitable was you guys," Audrey huffed. "Doug and I have been waiting for this forever."
"A-Already talked to my family about it," Doug murmured against Gil's neck, his hardness occasionally grinding against Gil's thigh. "How do you feel about hair beads? And um- braiding?"
"Do we also get pretty braids and beads?" Gil asked. "B-Because they look real nice, and I wanna match you guys-"
"Fuck," Harry said, twitching hard around Gil. "Gilly, I'm gonna-"
"It's okay, Harry," Gil said, sliding his hand around Harry's waist and finally getting a hold of his throbbing length. "You do what you need to do."
"Gil!" Harry croaked, one firm pump had him falling apart, his dick bursting with warm gushes of slick that Gil happily urged out of him.
He followed not long after, groaning all the while, overwhelmed by the fact that he had just definitely fucked Harry, the way he'd been dreaming of for all these years.
Eventually, he pulled out and Doug disposed of the thing around his dick, tying it off and tossing it to the side before he tucked Gil back into his clothes. He urged the second mate back against the inclined part of his bed and followed not long after with Harry who was covered in his own mess. He let the first mate curl into Gil's side, naked as the day he was born and covered in white splotches, that pretty flush spreading down to his chest and looking too lovely for words.
"Audrey, Audrey, Audrey-" Uma was chanting, and then she fell apart, Audrey sucking on her nubbin while her groin gushed around those pretty fingers, Audrey stubbornly guiding her through it all the while.
"Wow," Audrey said when she was done, grinning at Uma's debauched state. "Yeah, you are definitely not leaving the bed for a few days. We are gonna pamper you."
"Fuck," was Uma's eloquent response.
With a wink, Audrey stole Uma's panties, but helped Doug curl her into Gil's free side, until all three pirates were huddled together, just as they should be.
"Now," Audrey said, splaying a bashful Doug across the foot of the bed. "You are going to get a taste of what the future has in store for you."
And with that she started easing the prince out of his pants, kissing and teasing him with the promise to ride him until he passed out, and Gil-
Well, he'd just stumbled upon the greatest gift ever, so he wasn't going to overthink it much.
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Later – after Ben had awkwardly wandered into the room after their sex fest – the other prince guided them up to Gil's guest room. It wasn't really a question as to whether they would stay together, not when Doug was already weaving beads into their hair, complimenting Uma's bounty of braids with a hot flush because apparently that kind of hair style was super sexy by dwarven standards.
"So basically you are sex incarnate to dwarves," Audrey explained when they settled onto the large guest bed. "Wearing that many braids, it does things to them."
"Oh, does it?" Uma asked, cocking a brow at Doug, who only blushed harder. It wasn't really helped when she crawled into his lap, reminding them of the fact that Audrey definitely still had her panties when she started rocking down against him.
It was sort of perfect. Now Gil had not one, but four people he could cuddle with, could kiss and compliment and share showers with. They changed into sleep clothes together, got ready for bed together. Uma pinned Harry against the bed and rode him after taking Doug, and while that was a sight, Gil was somewhat distracted by Audrey's demonstration of Doug's dwarven stamina. They teased him together, Doug moaning all the while, and Audrey even kissed Gil, which really was something.
It ended with all of them cuddled together – Harry in the middle because he was a drama queen, with Uma and Audrey on each side. Gil curled himself against Uma's back, wrapping an arm around her waist because he could, because he wouldn't ruin her with his love, because it was allowed.
"Hey," Uma whispered when the others had dropped off to sleep, the two of them staring at Harry's blissfully contented expression. "I um- think the enchantment wore off."
"It did?" Gil asked, his heart fluttering with additional happiness. Uma wasn't trapped telling the truth anymore, she was free.
"Yeah," Uma hummed. "Think it wore off while I was riding Harry. After I finished telling him all the things I loved about him it just sort of… stopped."
"Good," Gil said, nuzzling her hair. "I'm um- sorry about that, again."
"Don't be," Uma said, squeezing his arm. "I think that magic quiche was the best thing you've ever done for me. Without it, I never would have owned up to how I felt about you or Harry. I wouldn't have allowed myself to get what I want." She craned her head back so she could look at him, offering Gil a fond smile. "So really, you did me a favor. Thank you, Gil."
He hadn't messed up? Or, he had, but it had turned out well. Uma was happy.
He'd made her happy.
"You're welcome, Uma," Gil said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too, Gilly," she said, and she wasn't even enchanted anymore. She said it and she still meant it. "You and that hot mess of a first mate."
"Yeah," Gil sighed, a happy thing. "But he's our hot mess."
"Damn right, he is," Uma murmured. "Now go to sleep, sweetheart, we've got an even better life in store for us tomorrow."
And Gil might be dumb, but in this instance, he knew without question that her words were true.
Because they were together, which was really all they needed.
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Endnotes:
That's it, folks! The climactic resolution of the Sea Three's inevitable get together :D Thank you all so much for the wonderful feedback and support! It is always appreciated, but especially so for these stories, since labeling them as 'weird' is a bit of an understatement, lol ;D
Still behind on editing, so I'll be posting the first chapter of the next fic in this series on Wednesday, 'Just the Way You Are'. It is an Evie-centric fic, who was a character I was honestly surprised by, and definitely ramps things up in terms of cooky Wonderland shenanigans :)
Until next time :)
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'I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start, and then it's down with the recipe, and baked from the heart. What's inside? Everyone wants to know what's inside? And I've always told them, but I feel something needs to change. You wanna know what's inside? I could tell you if I wasn't hiding. My whole life is in here. In this kitchen, baking. What a mess I'm making.' – 'What's Inside?' from the musical Waitress.