Hey Descendants,

We've got a bit of a heavy chapter for you today.

-Trigger Warning-

-Possible foray into Mature Teen rating-

We said we'd be sure to add warnings if we were concerned that something may not be completely Teen rated.

If you're not worried about triggers, feel free to skip the following warning. But for our readers who need to know what they'll be getting themselves into with this chapter:

The scene that follows is sexual in nature. It is written from the perspective of someone walking in on it, so no thoughts, no parts labeling, just vague descriptions from someone who isn't entirely sure what is happening in front of them.

Witnessing this act is going to trigger the unsuspecting character who didn't mean to walk in on this, but finds themselves unable to look away.

It's going to bring up unpleasant thoughts and violent memories. There is heavily implied sexual, emotional, and mental abuse. The victim is a minor, and the memories are from years of trauma.

This chapter is also going to answer some questions about who Faustina is.

If you want a cut and dry rundown of this chapter, please feel free to message us and we'll send you a full summary minus the descriptors.


The next day...

T wipes a hand over his face, not sure if he was more exhausted from the physical labor, or the emotional toll it had taken to keep all of Uma's older crew on task.

It had been a long fucking day, and night.

He supposed he should've been happy with all the extra hands. They'd knocked out enough of the outer work. So much so that even the contractor would object to tearing it apart tomorrow.

It was the most progress of any of the remodels. And he had gone out of his way to make sure they wouldn't have enough wood to start over until they could order a new shipment, even with salvaging what wood they could.

Honestly, the whole affair just had him questioning Uma and Mal's sanity for wanting to lead people to do anything, ever.

It was satisfying to know he'd accomplished exactly what he set out to do. Now all that was left was checking in on the Sea Three before taking care of his own business.

He wasn't sure how Uma would receive him after last night's blatant display of audacity, but he didn't care either.

It hurt to see her the way he had last night. Scared him. He was used to the Kraken's fits of rage- But a full meltdown? He just prayed to whatever god might be listening he'd never have to see her in that state again.

Several of the crew mumble dismissals as they head to their bunks, each more exhausted than the last as they stumble to bed.

Good.

He hoped today at least gave them an appreciation of what their Captain and her first and second mates had been living through this month. He, personally, found there was no better way to understand where someone was standing than to experience it himself.

And after today, his respect for Uma, Hook, and Gil had hit new levels.

"I wasn't expecting you back so soon," James greets from the helm where he was leaning against the spoked wheel, "How'd it go?"

"Better than expected." T shrugs, "No one attempted murder." He grins playfully. James was probably the only other member besides the Sea Three he respected.

The man had pitched a fit when T said he was the one that needed to stay back and watch the ship. It had been… He wasn't sure.

Seeing James protest, until T had explained the situation, warmed his chest. He wasn't sure what it was, but he got the same feeling from the others he followed and hung out with.

He liked the fact that James stood down once he explained that the Captain and her boys would be dead to the world for hours, and he didn't trust anyone else in the crew with them in that state.

Like James understood him or something. Or at the very least agreed.

It burned even brighter once James turned around and did as instructed, following T's advice to the letter as he cleared the ship completely, sending those that could help with T while banishing the rest to shore leave.

It surprised him when it came out of his mouth, but after having a day of hard work to mull it over, he found he didn't mind the admission and didn't find it inaccurate. He did trust James with the Sea Three. Compared to the other, older members, James was worth his salt simply in his appreciation of everything Uma did for them.

Which was sad when he thought about it. Uma was a leader who was worth being loyal to. After today he was certain that none of her crew appreciated it. His eyes narrow in suspicion. Some might be more team Ursula than team Uma.

Not that he could solidly prove it. It had just been little things that had him rolling in doubt towards their ultimate loyalties.

It had taken several very creative threats, and some unfortunate follow-through to get the crew properly motivated to get shit done.

And he wasn't sure he wanted to touch the fact that by the end of the night he wasn't sure who the adults feared more.

Some has-been OV? Or an up and coming unknown nothing of a street urchin?

All he cared about right now were the results, and what it would mean to some of the people he cared most about.

All three of them desperately needed some time for themselves. Hopefully, he'd bought it for them with his night's trials and tribulations.

James chuckles, "Well, it's a notch better than yer prediction that it be endin' in a blood bath."

T can't help his shit-eating grin, "Pretty sure it came close a few times." He admits with a shrug. "But by the end, I feel like everyone saw eye to eye. And we managed to piss through a lot of the wood."

James chuckles as he straightens up, "Sounds like the old sea hag ain't gonna have much choice tomorrow then."

"That's the fuckin' hope anyways."

James smiles, "Imma go tell Tim he got pulled for night duty. By me. Right now."

T lets out a low amused laugh. "Likin' your selection process. It should go by the least useful."

"Enjoy what night ya have left mate." James half salutes before he hops down over the railing and heads towards the stairs that lead below deck.

"Same," T mimics his dismissal, wishing he could be a fly on the wall to see Tim's exhausted ass be told he was up for watch.

His eyes linger on the storm clouds brewing overhead. He was fascinated by the way the lightning arced and danced across the sky before the thunder rumbled in behind it. He shakes his head as the sky darkens again, and turns back to his task at hand. He wasn't sure he could sleep knowing there was any bad blood between him and Uma, and he needed to give her a heads up for her shift in a couple of hours anyway.

He had every intention of leaving a note if the three were still sleeping. One, he wasn't going to wake them up. But, more importantly, he hated the idea of Uma having to walk into something blindly when she didn't have too. So without further procrastination, he walks to the captain's quarters, his hand on the doorknob, but pauses when he hears Harry and Uma cursing Gil's name from outside the door.

Their tones were throwing him off. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard 'Fuck Gil.' ever uttered so… He wasn't even sure. It was just... not right.

Something in him makes him hesitate even as his curiosity peaks. What the hell were they doing? They were clearly awake, and doing something weirdly them, but he couldn't decide if he wanted to find out what that was.

He could always check the door. If they didn't want to be bothered they'd block the door… Right?

He bites his lip, shifting in indecision before a faint noise penetrates the core of his being.

His heart skips a beat before it returns with a vengeance, beating so hard he thought it might break his ribs.

His entire body shudders.

The hair on the back of his neck stands on end.

He knew those sounds. Vaguely.

Apprehension creeps down his spine.

He swallows hesitantly leaning closer, putting his ear to the door. The sound of smacking flesh makes the knot in his stomach twist tighter, makes him ignore the warning bells sounding in his head.

What the fuck could Gil have possibly done to deserve that?

He shivers against the cold that seeps into his bones.

He stands there. Frozen. Until he hears a distinct whimper.

Faustina.

This had something to do with what Faustina always hid from him. He could feel it as much as he could feel cloth against his skin.

He swallows as his eyes drop down to his hand. A frown tugs at his lips when he sees it trembling.

Before he can stop himself he turns the knob and steps into the room, prepared to defend Gil against whatever he'd done. He might not be able to stop The Evil Queen or Cruella from hurting their children, or a hero from Auradon from punishing his daughter, but he could reason with Uma. He could stop her if it came to it. For Gil.

But he wasn't prepared. At all.

His heart stops at the strange, confusing sight in front of him.

Walls crumble as his whole being goes numb.

The images and emotions coursing through him were so overwhelming he stumbles and nearly falls to his knees.

Pieces click into place. One dot quickly firing to connect to another. Then another. One after the other, creating a picture he never wanted to see.

This.

He swallows dryly.

This was what Faustina had been protecting him from?

His stomach swirls with something he wasn't familiar with. He presses a hand against the pain.

What Harry was doing to Gil was something the hero only did when Faustina had really fucked up.

He blanches.

How did he know that though? What the hell was going on?

It was painful, it was humiliating. But how did he know that? Why could he feel the sting?

Why wasn't Gil the one whimpering?

Why was Uma?

Why was she sprawled out on the bed?

Her head tilted back. Her legs resting on Gil's shoulders. Her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair as curses bubble over her lips between pants for air.

What was Gil doing to her?

Harry was running his hands over Gil's body and Uma's leg while he grunted and praised Gil in near-perfect tandem with Uma.

This was wrong.

Stomach turning wrong. He cringes.

Why? Why didn't they look like they were in pain?

And why was Harry the one delivering them from salvation?

He frowns. It was supposed to be painful. A punishment.

It was supposed to hurt so the sin could be forgiven.

Hurt so one could come back to grace.

But why was Harry the one delivering the punishment to Gil? And what was Gil doing to Uma? And why was Uma, a girl, not biting her tongue to keep from screaming out in pain? It was especially supposed to be painful for girls.

Girls weren't supposed to enjoy that…

It was god's punishment for Eve's sin.

He tries to swallow, but finds his throat too dry as he notices the ways their lips curled into genuine smiles, the soft noises that escaped them, their eyes dark and soft as they shared glances with one another, seemingly lost in whatever it was they were currently partaking in.

Why… What?

How?

Nothing was making sense.

It fucking hurt to watch.

He couldn't turn away.

His chest burns, but it was foreign. He watches longer than he should.

He was intruding on something personal, intimate, and certainly not like the acts he knew.

It was like he was trapped, eyes glued to the three of them as he tried to make sense of it, trying desperately to place the expressions on their faces, hopelessly looking for any sign of distress or discomfort.

He didn't even see a shadow of them. Nothing made sense.

They, they were enjoying it.

Harry had the same look on his face that he got when he was sparring with a skilled partner. The same grin he got when he engaged in wordplay, like every time he could use the word hook in a damn sentence or dumb pun.

Though she couldn't see Gil's face, she could hear his contentment. Gil was pretty damn easy to read. He wasn't writhing in pain or screaming out in it. He was arching into it, gripping Uma's legs tightly as he pulled her closer.

Uma though, she was the hardest for him to watch. Everything, from the way her eyes hooded to the wicked crook of her lips, was another stab.

Her desperate keening whimpers that would just as suddenly whip into a flurry of curses.

The knife in his gut twists further.

His lungs burn desperately for a breath he couldn't take.

Uma. She was nearly glowing with pleasure as she pressed Gil's face into her.

Was the problem with them? Were they somehow doing it wrong?

No. A forlorn whisper echoes in his ears.

No.

T swallows hard, his knuckles white around the knob he was gripping like a lifeline.

Why would something that made them happy be wrong?

But then that meant that Faustina had her own family problem, because that meant that there was something wrong with the things that happened in her bedroom after the hero finished with his sermon.

T didn't even notice when the tears begin falling. One second was an eternity while a minute only lasted for a breath of time. The cabin swirled in front of him, but nothing could break the strange paralysis. His vision spots and blurs.

He couldn't breathe. He needed to get the fuck away from this; them, that.

None of his limbs seemed up to responding.

His stomach drops when his gaze drifts back to Uma, and they lock eyes.

Fuck!

An odd coldness fills him as he unwilling shares a look with her. He had to go. Now!

But he couldn't move his legs. Couldn't stop the flood of shameful, silent tears as he gazed into Uma's slowly narrowing eyes.

He jumps when he feels something soft brush against his legs. He bolts out into the rain, grateful to Shrimpy for saving him from having to talk. Having to acknowledge them while they were in that state. Before his questions and accusations could spill from his lips. Or his screams.

Thunder peals overhead, rolling angrily as lightning forks wickedly in the swirling clouds.

The strong wind whips at his hood, threatening to rip it back.

Cold rain stings his heated face, washing away the tears before he could acknowledge them.

His mind swirls in a vortex of warring emotions.

The taste of bile rising in the back of his throat.

He runs blindly once he's off the ship, unwilling to stop and face his thoughts.

Face the questions.

Face the truth.

Face the lies.


So… That was a chapter.

Intense right?

Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?

Did the relationship between the sea three surprise you? We've been trying to hint they have a close physical relationship so did this throw anyone off?

Did this chapter bother anyone?

Did it help answer any questions about T and Faustina? Or did it just create more?

Did it hurt to read? I usually don't write emotional responses that aren't anger based so any feedback on that would be fantastic.

Did T's response to the situation surprise anyone?

What about that eye contact? Talk about uncomfortable right?

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-Twisted