Hey Descendants! Hope you guys are having a brilliant Sunday!
Not gonna lie I was super thrilled when I saw what chapter
I'm posting today it's one of my absolute favorites!
Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading it, as much as we enjoyed writing it
-Twisted
Early the next morning...
"You little fucking shit." Uma glares as T saunters back in through the chips shop doors, "I thought you were coming back to talk last night."
T lifts his brow, the sudden accusation making him pause at the door, "Oh. I was waiting for your mom ta leave." He says before he walks in, looking up at the ceiling with a frown. His eyes drift to Harry and Gil, who were back to their strange method of scraping the shit off it.
"I guess that's fair. Deez avoids my mother too." She glares.
"What?" T frowns.
"Did she nearly drown you?"
"What?!" Harry and Gil both shout as they turn to the conversation.
"I feel like you're not emphasizing the word nearly enough in your sentence."
"So it's true." Uma thumps her fist to her forehead, "Gil, Harry, leave."
"Uma." Gil pouts, as he frowns at her. "You can't expect us to leave you with this mess."
"Cap'in." Harry slides down from Gil's shoulders and walks towards her, "We ain'nah leavin' this here whale shit fer ya ta be-"
"I said go!" Uma's voice flares. No. Hell to the fucking no. "I ain't having her hurt either of you, and she said the only reason she didn't kill T was that he cleaned well, so fuck off. Watch the ship, find entertainment, go stay with Deez on her beach, I don't care. Just go!" She points at the door, hoping her face booked no more room for argument, "It's a goddamn order."
Gil and Harry take one look at Uma before they look at each other in concern. However neither say another word as they turn, their shoulders slumped dejectedly as they head out the door.
T sighs as he goes to grab a cloth. "Senior's the one who told her to drown me." He shrugs.
"Well ain't that fantastic. Don't let Deez know that," Uma drops her voice and looks around before she continues, "we just got her talking normal again."
"Oh thank fucking christ." T hangs his head. "Speakin' of which," His eyes shift back and right, "And this stays between you and me until I can confirm it at least. I heard a rumor Mal might let the book club start back up… So ya know… That might help her from slipping back to… Whatever that was, if ya be lettin' Gil back in..."
Uma slumps her shoulders over the table she was wiping down, "Honestly, I'd feel better with Gil being with her, they're both better off together anyway. Deez helps him with his confidence and he helps keep her out of her head."
T dumps the scraps to the floor, before he moves to the next table, "I mean anyone is better off with Gil with them-" He shrugs, "And I doubt Gil and Harry will feel comfortable leaving you here to do all this bull shit by yourself. No matter how true that is."
"I don't care." Uma shakes her head, "Gil is my sweet boy, and I love him just the way he is, but he gets lost especially when he's getting yelled at," She explains with a smile on her lips before she scowls, "and my mother threw Harry out and told him not to come back until he could shut the fuck up."
"Good to know, and fair." T nods, "The only reason she even bothered with me was so she could have a second slave…" He rolls his eyes.
"Which is the only reason you're allowed in here. She won't hurt you again unless you fuck up, and you're you," She shrugs, "So I trust you won't." she narrows her eyes as she slings the rag with her exuberant gestures, "If I'm wrong, get the hell out now."
"Not tryna make your life more difficult." T raises his rag freehand defensively. "But if that's the case I can spend more time here helping you out so everything is fairer. I'm pretty useless at this point in the club." He admits sheepishly.
"It ain't your problem T." Uma shakes her head as she goes back to work, "I appreciate you being here, but seriously, ain't your problem and you don't have to let her treat you like shit."
"Honestly, your mom didn't have to, you know, save my life." T shrugs, "And unlike your real crew, you can't order me to leave, so deal with it."
"I could toss your ass out since the shop is closed." Uma threatens.
"Has it ever stopped me before?" T grins. "Look, I don't mind helpin' out Uma. It's not fair that you pretty much have to deal with three OVs working against you and fucking up your life."
"Did they say why they're working against us," Uma asks "or is it just more of the general they hate us because we're younger, more talented or have more promise whale-fucking-shit?"
"To break D to like unleash her abilities or something stupid like that..." T shrugs. "It was hard to think with both them breathing down my neck, and shit got a bit hard to understand after the first dunk." He admits. "They wanted to know if I knew Deez, and shockingly-" He narrows his eyes, "Seriously is it like a scent thing?" He asks.
"Is what a scent thing?" Uma asks absently as she thinks.
"Lies with your fucking blood family?" T huffs as he dumps the contents on the floor.
"Oh…" Uma frowns, "I don't know how Deez does it, but she's always been able to make strange connections that even I can't figure out." She shrugs, "I'm really good at reading people. Who knows with the OVs though. Mother told me to be careful around Uncle because he can do something with souls, so I dunno, maybe he reads them. And my mother just assumes everyone is lying until she gives them a reason not to anymore…" She rolls her eyes, "I think."
T puffs up his cheeks at that response before he lets it out with a huff. "Huh…" He shakes his head, "Anyways, they didn't like my response and he told her to drown me." He shrugs, "Which by the way, just kinda ran with bein' part of your crew when she made the assumption, so sorry bout that…And sorry I told her you were sleeping-" He grimaces, "But they were pissed at the idea that you were with her and it's what popped out of my mouth."
"It's what I went with, so it worked out. And hey," Uma grins "sounds like your part of my crew now."
"Trust me when I say you would regret that decision." T grumbles.
"You really don't understand how valuable you are." Uma laughs before she goes to the next table.
"Valuable?" T scoffs. "You must be fucking exhausted..."
"I'm serious ya stupid starfish." Uma rolls her eyes, "You bring a lot of shit to the table, but you have a lot of skills that are useful too."
"Huh." T blinks. His stare going blank as he stared at a wall.
"Look, You're distracting me," Uma snaps her rag in T's direction, "Why would our parents think that separating us would make Deez more powerful?"
"Uh?" T shakes his head. "Cause they think you two getting along is making Hyades content to stay on this shit hole." He starts stacking chairs on a table. Two on the bottom, one on the top before he climbs up and starts on the ceiling.
"So her dad wants her miserable so she'll figure out a way to leave?" Uma sighs. That was fucked up, "And what, he thinks she'll come back for him or something? I'm pretty sure his damn cuffs keep him from leaving too."
"I'm opening with you tomorrow," T grumbles, as a chunk of grits fall to the ground. "And yeah, I'm pretty sure he said something about her running back to his arms if she was upset enough...And, from what I can put together from last night, that about sums it up…" He scrapes off more food, "This is a ridiculous waste of food." He frowns as he chips off another chunk.
"No shit, I fucking swear they're doing this on purpose," Uma growls deep in her throat.
"Wouldn't be surprised." T jumps down after he finishes as much as he can reach and pushes the table over. "They're seriously out for the two of you."
"You don't have to work with me," Uma sighs, wondering if it would be better to have someone as competent as T around, "but if you do, I'll make sure you get paid."
T waves his hand, before climbing the stack of chairs again. "IF she pays me, keep it to get the rest of the parts of the revenge fixed. The quicker you can leave this shit the better..." He starts scraping the new area.
"I'm never getting out of here so long as that damn barrier exists." Uma growls, "I'd do anything to bring it down and take my people away from this… shithole." She shrugs as she looks up, "That includes you if you want it."
T pauses his cleaning for a moment, staring at the ceiling before he turns down to study her, "If that ever happens, consider me your quartermaster," He grins at her, but something about his tone makes her heartache. "Whatever the fuck that is." He adds his smile widens before he turns to continue to scrape off the gunk.
"It means you're in charge of knowing what the ship needs and knowing where to get it." Uma smiles. She scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain, "Just… While we're hoping and wishing on this subject…" Her voice fades as she suddenly finds herself unsure if she could, or even should ask this of T.
"Sup?" T prompts after a long silence.
Uma drags her teeth roughly over her bottom lip, "If it ever does happen, would you be willin' to promise you'd get Deez?"
T stops scraping for a long moment before he sighs. "She wouldn't leave without that group."
"I know, she could bring whoever the fuck she wants, as long as she comes with me." Uma fists her hand with the rag, her knuckles turning white as she squeezes the water from it, "Once we're free of our parents I'd drop them wherever they wanted, I wouldn't even be mean or care. I just- we'd never be able to leave without her."
"Sure." T grins at her, "And I can deal with Mal once she finds out I drugged her through the whole process, so sure. Yeah, I will totally get Deez for you. Don't be dumb."
Uma chuckles at the concept of T drugging Mal until her eyes widen, "Can you do that," She turns to watch T carefully, "I mean you make some great bruise shit, but…"
T nods, "Thank you… And yeah. I mean it tastes like shit, but it's the only way I get real sleep. Shit knocks you on your ass."
"Noted." Uma nods slowly before she turns back to the table.
"Do you think Mal finds me valuable?"
"I know she does." Uma rolls her eyes, "She hasn't kicked you out yet. And Gil says she's obsessed with you from what Carlos has said."
"Obsessed with finding out shit about me, sure..." T frowns before he continues to scrape the food off the ceiling. "And good to know."
"Why?" Uma asks suspiciously.
"Just ya know, good to know…. I'm useful, I guess..." T shrugs, not faltering in his task.
"Uh-huh…" Uma crosses her arms over her chest and watches T. After a while she gives up trying to get more out of T and stomps into the kitchen. "This is taking too long…" She states as she dips wooden buckets into the hole in the floor. She walks back out and tosses the water over a table and the floor around it. "There." She huffs as she set the other aside and scrapes the now wet food to the floor with easy swipes from the rag.
"Good to know that's acceptable." T comments.
"I'd never do that in front of my mother if that's what you're thinking," Uma rolls her eyes as she grabs the second bucket and repeats the process, "but I just end up sweeping it all into the sea anyway. Why make it harder than it needs to be."
"Agreed." T chuckles as he jumps down and scoots the table under the next spot.
Uma nods before she lets out a sigh, "So… What you did yesterday…"
"S'no big." T climbs the chairs.
"Who are you trying to lie to," Uma glares, "me or yourself?"
T takes a moment before starting to scrape off the crud. "It was the right thing to do." He states evenly. "No one can get to Deez like you three. And it was clearly affecting you three as well. Why would I just watch, when I can fix it? I know Hook said I can't do everything, and I know that, but it doesn't stop me from trying..."
"There ain't a lot of people on the isle that feels that way. Most would have found it funny, or at least enjoyed our misery."
"Well, I'm a freak remember?" T hops down after he finishes and starts scooting the table again.
"Well," Uma sighs again, "what would I have to do to make it happen again?"
"Not kill me tomorrow." T grins at her.
"Sure, I can do that." Uma smiles back.
"Deal."
T walks into the chip shop later that day. He stops, looking around the half-full dining area until he spots someone tossing a handful of mashed food at another table. His features blank as he walks over to the man and takes a fist full of his hair, as he puts a knife to the man's throat.
Uma's jaw drops when she turns at the noise.
"I swear to every fucking sea god, that if any of you disgusting fucks toss so much as a-fuckin'-nother crumb I will be making you eat it off the fucking floor like the animals you fucking are! Is that fucking understood?!"
Everyone in the room turns at the cruel laughter, "Ya heard the boy. And I don't care if you pissed yourself, Tim, you pay before you scurry off like the sea slug you are."
"You heard the fucking scary ass lady, pay up and get out, and try again tomorrow with fucking manners this time." He removes the knife. "And I fuckin' dare any of ya old ass men to step to this- Because rest assured I'll kick your ass before making you eat it, you disgusting fucks."
Everyone in the dining area slowly goes back to eating, everyone far more reserved than they'd ever been before.
"Better let him go before I dunk you in the sea for disrupting my shop," Ursula warns before she gets back to cooking.
"Heard." T drops his hand before he drops the blade. "That'll be eight rustys, Tim." He holds out his hand expectantly. "And don't forget to tip the chef." He smiles tightly in warning, fist-clenching at his side threateningly.
Tim glares at T as he drops the old rusty coins into his hand.
"Thank you, please come again."
"Oh, I'll fucking come again." He snaps, but at the sound of a tentacle snapping nearby, he jumps and runs from the shop without retrieving his sword from the sword check.
"The rest of ya get back to eating and drinking, or payout and leave, this is a dining establishment, not a fucking social club." Uma barks, her eyes narrowing on anyone who so much as rocks in their chair.
T walks over to the counter and dropping the money in the safe.
"Really!" Uma hisses as she walks past to pick up food from the window.
"Uh uh, you promised you wouldn't kill me."
"Oh I know, and I'm not." Uma glares, "But lesson fuckin' learned."
"What lesson?"
"Never take you up on a deal that seems too good to be true without knowing why." She shakes her head as she walks off with plates for a table in the back.
T smirks in amusement as he picks up a pitcher of ale and walks around refilling pints. "Oh."
So what did you guys think?
Enjoy it? Hated it? Were you amused? Did it make you laugh out loud? Did you feel for Uma? Did you facepalm at T? Would you be pissed if you were Uma? Or just exasperated by the whole thing in general? And what about Ursula's reaction? Were you expecting something different? Or did it seem par for the course to you? I personally love the interactions between T and Uma, because she's always one grated nerve short from just strangling him. And how do you feel about T pretty much telling Uma he worked at the shop now, deal with it?
Looking forward to knowing what you guys think!
With much love and appreciation
-Twisted
