Heya Descendants!

Welcome back to another installment of this slice of life, turned into this beast of a story! Figured if you're still with us at this point you've gotta be enjoying it, so we must be doing something right!

AKA it finally clicked with Twisted that we are nearly on Chapter one-fucking-hundred! And have managed to write another damn Russian Novel without realizing it… We really need to work on pacing… But these are for nothing but our, and your enjoyment and it's fun as fuck so… I don't think anyone here's complaining….

We're still on the prowl for any thirsty artist out there looking to throw down tattoo sketches for imagines/one-shots of their choosing! Then again, we just barely posted the last chapter. I know not everyone is thrilled with these chapter dumps, but it's our goal to get this story in the complete section by the end of August to hook in new readers. ;)

...Not gonna lie, we be thirsty bitches ourselves...

We'll probably take a three-week break from posting after that to get ahead of the curve with the second installment which we are lovingly calling- *Drum roll please* A Crack in the Mask!

But before we get too excited about that, let's get back to the story at hand!

If anyone is curious why our intros have changed so much, me and Dark came to a better agreement. She'd edit, and I'd be the face/voice/Grave Robber (Bonus points to anyone who gets that reference) of the stories! YAAY Fairness!

-Twisted


A few nights later...

Harry quietly walks around the shop pouring ale into pints and clearing plates to wash. It was the compromise he'd come to with Ursula so she'd let him back in the shop.

That had been a bad night with Uma. He'd thought for sure she was going to flog him, but in the end, he managed to convince her that he had to help on the nights T couldn't. So now he helped on the days the 'book club' met.

So when the lad in question comes in, he quirks a brow. Now, what the fuck was happening? He slowly fills drinks in the shortest direction to reach Uma, which was where T was also beelining.

"You look shittier than usual," T states bluntly as he looks over Uma with a frown.

Harry rolls his eyes as he sets the nearly empty pitcher down in front of Uma and piles the dishes up in the sink behind her. He gets started on washing them, though he was half turned towards T and Uma so he could listen in.

Uma shakes her head. "Hi to you too, T."

"Your mute looks like shit as well."

Harry mock laughs in silence before he sticks his tongue out at T. Leave it to T to take full advantage of the situation. Of course, he didn't enjoy tormenting Uma. Why would he when he spent so much energy messing with Uma's number one.

T shoots him a shit-eating grin before he turns back to Uma."I can cover the rest of the shift. You two should go get some rest." T holds out his hand for Uma's apron.

Harry blinks before he looks between T and Uma.

Uma opens her mouth to argue, but then her eyes brighten up significantly. "I'm not gonna lie, rest sounds pretty damn good right now." She was already untying her apron.

Harry nods as he finishes up the dish he was washing. He quickly takes his apron off and tosses it on the hook nearby. He squeezes T's shoulder as he walks past, and sneaks a peck on the boy's cheek.

T rolls his eyes as his cheeks darken before he takes the apron from Uma. "Try to actually get some sleep." He ties the apron around his hips.

"Will do." Uma nods before she sticks her head in the kitchen, "Mom! T's taking over so me and Harry can sleep."

"Good riddance." Ursula drawls. "I'll finally get some quiet around here."

Uma rolls her eyes as she comes back out, "Same to you." She whispers as Harry throws an arm around her shoulders.

"Later." T dismisses them as he picks up the pitcher and walks away.

Harry grins as he and Uma walk out of the shop. They knew better than to run and draw attention to themselves. At this point they were doing a damn good job of pretending to be exhausted, though part of him knew it wasn't just an act. T wasn't lying when he called them out on looking like shit.

"You're doing a good job of staying silent Harry, but you can talk now." Uma chuckles lightly as she pats his cheek.

"Aye cap'in." Harry presses his lips to her temple, "But fer now I just be ah concentratin' on gettin' us back to our ship." And then on the dingy, and then out to sea. He grimaces, and then the hour row to get to the beach so they could spend the night with Deez and Gil. All worth it once they could sleep in the comfort of her hideaway, away from prying eyes and safe together.

But first, they had to get to the ship.


T spends the next several hours taking orders, serving, and cleaning in between. It was easier than he expected to ignore the man who had a persistent glare and scowl on his face. It seemed that not everyone appreciated having a knife to their throat. Pussy.

Jim? Tim? Something or another. The hatred was pretty mutual. He wasn't sure why. He just didn't like the prick.

But he couldn't help the pride he felt in his actions. Not once did a crumb so much roll off a plate when he worked. It made closing the front a much smoother process than when he'd originally come up with the idea. He shakes his head as he pulls himself up on the ceiling fan like a squirrel before balancing on top of it so he could clean the parts of the roof not usually cleaned. Not that that stopped them from being complete animals when he wasn't in the shop- but it was still a lot better than it had been.

Once he's finished he jumps down and races to put all the chairs up so he could mop the scraps of food into the sea.

When he finishes the front, he walks to the back, grimacing at the sight of grit and grime plastered to the walls and burnt into the stovetop. He smirks and cracks his neck. She wasn't going to get the best of him.

He rolls up his sleeves and pulls a spray bottle out of his bag before he starts to spray down the stove with a kitchen cleaner he'd found on his last trip to the barge.

When he hears voices in the front of the shop, he walks over and starts cleaning the prep counter below the pass-through window.

"Yes… I don't care how long it takes, but you can only work at night and early morning when my shop is closed."

T swallows a groan. What new horror was this sea bitch thinking up now? And why the fuck did this shit keep happening when he was there? It was fucking bull shit, or Uma wasn't sharing shit on her end. Which he kinda doubted at this point, though he wasn't sure why.

"I want a second floor, and an outside area, oooh and add a kitchen expansion. I need more space back there."

He lifts an eyebrow. This kitchen was already bigger than Faustina's room. Why the fuck did she need it bigger? And why spend money on expansions when she could spend it on proper cleaning supplies from the stupid fucking commissary.

"Think it can be done?" Ursula asks with a purr.

"Oh, absolutely your wickedness." The man nods quickly as a tentacle caresses his cheek.

"Oh good, you came highly recommended, I would have hated to hear you weren't up to the task."

"Oh no, my team is definitely up to this. It's the supplies I'm worried about, but if your sure your not worried about time- We'll get it done as swiftly as possible."

"I have that covered, I managed to put in a substantial order for wood, though feel free to go down and add anything you need to the list. I will be checking it later, so no funny business."

T moves over to the sink and starts spraying it down before he bends to start scrubbing it. It was one thing to be caught eavesdropping. It was another thing entirely to be caught not cleaning, however.

"Of course not, I would never be that stupid."

"Of course you wouldn't dear." Ursula chuckles, "Well then, get whatever you're doing done and let me know when the work can start."

He was going to have to tell Uma about this. He wasn't sure what an expansion meant but he was sure it would be bad news for Uma.

"Oh, and I have three idiot teenagers that will be helping out, so make sure you put them to work every single night."

Ah. And there it was.

"You want idiot teenagers on our construction site?"

"You better believe it buster. Teach them some damn work ethic. I don't care what you make them do, just keep them busy, and here."

"Of course." The man nods, "Understood."

Whatta bitch.

He swallows. And he thought the sea three looked like shit before. He chews his lip. What to do, what to do, what to do… Maybe sick Hyades on the contractor? That might work if he explained it right. Then the man could choose his death, burning or being drowned. Or you know, just stay the fuck away from the docks. If he could set up a seemingly random meeting it would be plausible that Hyades would attack him at this point.

"Are you still here?" Ursula barks as she slithers into the kitchen.

"Yes mam, scary boss lady."

"Well, the kitchen looks good, so scram. I've got fishing to do."

"Heard." T nods as he turns to leave, already untying the back of his apron. "Laters."

Ursula chuckles again before she slides into the water.

Hmm. How long would it take him to get to the cliffs? And would they even be up? He had to get back soon. Fuck. He hated this. Hated that he could barely remember who knew what at this point. He fucking hated keeping track of that bull shit and his contradictions had ended up biting him in his proverbial balls. Not to mention how much information he'd given to Mal. He shakes his head and makes sure to check all his pockets before he heads out.


Huh...A helluva lotta T in this chapter…

Sorry, we try to keep the camera where the main plot is and follow fluff where we can. Right, so fucking Seriously, ammI right? What the fuck is up with Ursula's latest bullshit? Will this put a stop to the new moon meetings? Will the Sea 3 and T be able to figure something out? We know both chapters tonight were kinda short. Sucks that their lives are becoming less and less fluffy as of late, doesn't it? What do you think is going to happen? How do you think Deez is going to handle it if shit does fall apart.

With much anticipation

-Twisted

Post Playlist Note: Sorry for not sticking wholly to the requests FC but I think Dark and I both agreed it would make more sense to post the character playlist by who was the prominent character in the scenes. On that note, not the most thrilled this is the one we're posting it one but without further ado here are T's anthems'.

T

Watching as I fall- Mike Shinoda

Bad Reputation- Joan Jett

Hold it Together- Mike Shinoda

Give me Back My Life- Papa Roach

World War Me- Theory of a Deadman

Middle Finger- Bohnes

On my Own- Ashes Remain

Invincible- Adelitas Way

Notorious- Adelitas Way

Outta Control- Thousand Foot Krutch

I Apologize- Five Finger Death Punch

Invincible- Skillet

Remember the Name- Fort Minor

One for The Money- Escape the Fate

Play with Fire- Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Take it out on Me- Thousand Foot Krutch

Whatever it takes- Imagine Dragons

Sarcasm- Get scared

These playlists are in no particular order. If you have a fave song, or one from your own selection, pleasepleaseplease share which one. We'd love to know what songs you guys feel best encompasses the character from where you are standing because we know everything about them...Meaning it's sooooooo much broader for us. We'd really fucking love to know that type of shit! We live for it. We breathe for it. We're thirsty for it!

*Hope you are still enjoying the added layers of depth to our characters we were thrilled by the reception of all of your enthusiasm and support. We're glad that everyone is agreeing with the song choices and are smelling what we're putting down. Each of these kids has some overlap in songs, but yeah, different perspectives from every character on each song so that's bound to happen. But hopefully, you can pick up on the vibes these kids are putting down.*