Hiya Descendants!
Look-it us getting this chapter out Kind Of on time. :D
Also, this chapter was named Sing Me to Sleep, but when Twisted was going over it she noticed how often kind of was said, and she Kind Of just went with it. But I promise it's the right chapter.
We hope you more than Kind Of enjoy it.
Oh my god I think I need more sleep, I think I'm Kind Of funny- XD
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Lots of Love,
-Dark-
Harry nuzzles against the figure laying on top of him, too afraid to open his eyes and put an end to the fingers gently running through his hair. Too afraid to lose the comfortable warmth of their head pillowed against his chest.
He sighs, resigned to his fate before he pulls himself closer to the warmth, content with gaining a few more minutes before they had to get up.
Get up or face the wrath of a Kraken.
But that could wait. Right now he just wanted to savor these moments.
Moments with Faustina.
Unless it was T. T hadn't been out in a bit, so it was a possibility, right?
He purses his lips. Nah. If it was T he'd be feeling his hair practically yanked out, and not in a sexy way.
More in a frustrated, hissing and spitting Shrimpy kind of way.
He grins.
"Mornin' Love." He finally greets as he cracks one eye open to look up at her.
"Morning." She tilts her head up to look at him.
He reaches up to cup her cheek, marveling at the fact he'd slept with her for two nights now. His brow furrows when he notices the bags under her eyes. "Ya be gettin' any sleep?"
She drops her head back down.
"Beauty Girl, why ya ain'nah sleepin'?" He chucks her under the chin before he slowly tilts her head back to get her to look at him.
Was this because he slept in the hammock with her? Was she uncomfortable all night? Had he done something in his sleep that made her uncomfortable?
She blushes deeply, "I'd rather not talk about it, if that's okay, sir."
His eyes widen. Had he done something? "Were it ah cause o' me?" He asks, frowning as he sits up.
His eyes slid over to the bed where Deez was sleeping wedged between Uma and Gil.
Huh.
He can't help the slight smirk, they must have worn Uma out last night. Usually she was the first up.
He blinks.
Not important right now. What kept Faustina up all night? That was what mattered to him.
He frowns as he looks back to Faustina.
"Kind of-" She bites her lip.
"Sorry." He hangs his head, "I be, so sorry. I don'nah be knowin' what I be-" If he made her uncomfortable, she was probably still uncomfortable, and he was holding her so she couldn't move.
His eyes widen before he scrambles to get out of her hammock, but he only manages to dump himself on the floor.
"Are you okay?" Faustina asks as she slides out of the hammock with easy grace and kneels next to him with a look of concern.
"Harry? Faustina?" Uma calls out before she appears at the foot of the bed, looking down at them, "You two okay?"
Harry slowly nods. Great, before he'd actually figured out what was happening he'd woken Uma up.
He was one dead pirate if Uma decided to make a thing out of this.
Faustina looks up to Uma and nods.
Uma furrows her brow as she looks between them, "Okay." She taps the bottom of Gil's foot before she runs a finger up it.
Gil groans as he rolls away from her, taking Deez with him.
"Come on Sweet Boy, you said you and Deez wanted to practice swords, this is when that happens."
"Ugh." Gil groans again, "Can't we practice tomorrow?" He whines.
Uma winks at Harry, "Sounds like we're not gonna be able to have any more late family time. Too bad, I really enjoyed that."
Gil sits up at the threat. "That's mean."
"I didn't make Captain being nice, Sweet Boy." She crawls over to pat his cheek, "Now get Deez up and let's go."
"Yeah." Gil sighs as he gently shakes Deez's shoulder. "Baby Girl, it's time to get up."
"No no." Deez wraps her arms around his waist and pulls herself to him, shaking her head as she burrows her face against his abdomen, "No no."
"Uma said if we don't wake up we can't be doin' family time again so late." Gil explains as he ruffles her hair. "And I don't know about you, but I liked it. That was-" He sighs happily before his face pinches into a frown, "So, please get up?" He practically begs.
Deez scrunches her face before she stretches out fully, "I'm up."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Uma chuckles as she pats Gil's shin. "Proud of both of you. Now come on, get dressed and swords in five."
"But Uma, Gil's gonna make ah hammer." Deez pouts as she finally breaks out of her yawn stretch and curls into a ball.
"I don't see a hammer right now though do I?" Uma claps in quick succession obnoxiously. "Now up."
Deez squeaks before she rolls away in surprise, almost falling off the bed before Gil managed to catch her
"Someone definitely earned their title today," Gil grumbles before he rolls them both out of bed. "We're up."
"Would that earned title be Captain or Kraken?" Uma chuckles as she stands and starts collecting her clothes from around the room.
"You pick." Gil wipes his eyes with another yawn. "Either way you're mean."
Deez taps his chest as she looks around, "Our clothes are everywhere."
Gil sighs as he lowers her to her feet before he goes to gather their clothes from around the room. "Yeah, they are." He grins for the first time since he woke up.
"Someone must've been in a rush last night." Uma teases as she plucks her belt from the ground.
Faustina's lips quirk into an apologetic smile before she pats his hand. She gets up to join the clothes gathering to quietly help sort them.
Gil blushes as he trades her his jacket for the hoodie Deez had been wearing, "I guess." He admits sheepishly.
"I liked it." Deez smiles as she hands him his jacket.
"So did I." Uma grins. "Doesn't mean we get to slack off today though."
"Be nice Uma," Deez huffs as she pulls on a pair of underwear and a halter top, "Gil played the flute for me until I fell asleep."
"I think he might've played us all to sleep." Uma chuckles again as she smiles at Faustina and takes her shirt and corset from her.
"How do you always wake up so chipper?" Gil shakes his head as he pulls on his boxers.
"I thought I was mean this morning?" She teases as she slips into her pants.
"You're the Captain, you can manage to be both." Gil grins at her.
Faustina offers Deez her pants.
"Thanks." She grins before she slides them on.
"Of course." Faustina smiles before she picks up his remaining clothes and walks back over to offer them to him.
"Ya coming Pretty Boy? Beautiful Girl?" Uma asks over her shoulder as she loads her weapons into their loops on her belt.
Faustina's head tilts to the side as she studies Uma.
"I- we be ah catching up." Harry chuckles tightly before he stands and starts dressing, "Ya three be ah goin' and gettin' started."
He winces when Deez frowns at him. All he needed was her connecting dots on him. He just wanted to figure out what he'd done to keep Faustina awake all night.
Uma lifts an eyebrow as she studies them before she lets out a sigh. "Beautiful Girl, the deck clears whenever I pull out my whip, so I'd really like you to start working on some type of defense."
"That's a great idea." Gil nods. "I think we'd all feel better if you could defend yourself."
Faustina opens her mouth before she shuts it and ducks her head, "Of course Captain." She turns and smiles at Gil, "I understand."
Deez's eyes light up before she turns to Gil, "We could make another sword," She tilts her head as she turns back to Faustina, "Unless you prefer daggers. We haven't even started on those yet."
"Daggers." Faustina blushes. "But T hates how I use them."
"Well, if you have your own set he- well he can totally still complain, but they'll be yours so what's he gonna do?" Deez takes a sharp breath before she holds up a hand, "Wait, don't answer that."
Faustina closes her mouth. "I can use his. He won't mind..."
"Come on you two, time to practice." Uma snaps her fingers as she opens the door, "Let's go."
"Yeah," Gil sighs. "We hear ya loud an' clear Captain Krack'n." He wraps an arm around Deez before he guides her to the door, grabbing their swords on the way out.
He lets out a sigh when the door finally closes. He'd never felt like his family would never leave before. He quickly finishes getting dressed before he turns to find Faustina sitting at the table and writing in one of her books.
"Um, Faustina?"
She looks up at him from under the hood, "Yes, sir?"
There was that sir again. Yet another reason Uma was going to skin him like a fish. "I ah, I know ya be ah sayin' ya did'nah be ah wantin' ta be ah talkin' 'bout why ya ain'nah gettin' sleep, but since it were bein' my fault, I uh- I be ah needin' ta know what I be ah doin', so I can be ah not doin' it anymore."
She blushes as she drops her head. "I'm sorry, but I never said it was your fault."
"Ya be ah sayin' it were 'cause o' me." He furrows his brow.
"I said kind of." She fidgets as she shifts slightly.
"Well," He frowns. That was really vague, "how I can be ah helpin' make sure it don'nah be kind ah happenin' again?"
She's silent for a long moment. "I don't know…" She admits as she begins to rub the hoodie rougher. "I guess- Um."
Harry tilts his head before he walks over and takes her hand, "Ya be knowin' ya can be talkin' ta me 'bout anythin' right?"
She takes a deep breath. "How do you turn off?" She rushes out.
"How ya be ah turnin' what off?" He asks as he looks around the room in confusion.
She shrinks in her seat before "Being turned on." rushes out next.
He takes a single quick breath, "Oh." He smiles before he sags into the chair next to her in relief, "Oh!" He presses a hand to his chest, "I were afraid it were 'cause I be ah sleepin' in the hammock with ya."
"I was already- And then you- And I really liked it- So kind of."
He clears his throat before he turns to her, "Ya be ah likin' it?"
She blushes as she nods her head, "I do. A lot."
"Ya be likin' when I be ah sleepin' with ya," He asks, feeling a little bad he needed the clarification, but he also couldn't help the balm to his bruised ego that she enjoyed something with him, "or ya be ah likin' what ya were seein' last night?"
She starts to fidget again. "Both?"
He takes her hand. "I be ah seein'." He smiles before he brings her hand to his lips and brushes a kiss over each knuckle. "So, now ya be ah needin' ta be knowin' what be turnin' ya off from bein' riled up?"
She bites her lip, "There is an off right?"
He tilts his head back and forth, "Ya can be makin' the feelin' go away ah couple different ways. Like, one way-" He furrows his brow, "-When I be ah gettin' that burn in me belly an' I can'nah be gettin' attention ta be savin' me life, I be picturin' old smelly fish bones an' Tim eatin'."
"Oh." She tilts her head to the side. "So thinking about repugnant things gets rid of it?"
"It can," He says slowly, "Another way be ta be helpin' yerself, givin' yerself some 'ttention. Like Uma be helpin Deez with last night, but alone."
She blushes but nods her head.
"Or, if ya be ah feelin' that one on one family time, I could be ah takin' care o' it for ya." He winks at her, "When ya be ready for that."
Her blush intensifies. "Oh." She nods meekly before she falls silent with a thoughtful frown on her lips. "I'm sorry I made you think it was your fault when it was mine."
"It ain'nah bein' yer fault." Harry runs his thumb over the back of her hand, "And I were the one jumpin' the sword tip. I just did'nah be expectin' Uma ta be ah wakin' up like that 'fore we could be ah talkin' and figurin' this out." He rubs the back of his neck, "An' sorry I be ah askin' ya ta be talkin' ta me 'fore ya be ready."
She holds up her free hand, "It's really okay- I don't mind. I doubt I ever would have- I'm happy we talked about it now. At least I know for next time something like that happens. And it was easier than having to come to you to tell you when I was ready to talk about it. I just- I couldn't get my mind off of it- Especially since..." Her voice grows lower, "You were holding me." She mumbles.
"I be glad we be ah talkin' too." He grins as he squeezes her hand lightly, "But, ya ain'nah be gettin' sleep last night, and we barely be ah gettin' sleep the night before, I'll let Uma know ya be ah needin' ta sleep."
"That's okay, I'm used to not sleeping." She assures him. "Back before I stayed on the ship, I'd- Well, unless I went till I couldn't anymore or drank the sleep tonic I'm not one much for sleep. But I only take those when I really need to or T makes me."
He furrows his brow. He knew T had to have night terrors like the rest of them. The only exception was while they were recovering. He sighs, but instead of arguing he stands and pulls her up with him. Uma would understand. He bends and pulls her into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
"Sir?" She looks up at him in confusion.
"I don'nah be ah carin' how used ta it ya be, it ain'nah bein' good for ya." Harry shakes his head before he falls into the hammock with her pressed to his chest.
She frowns as she looks up at him, "But Captain said to join them. Gil seemed pretty passionate too. I don't want to disappoint them.
"She be ah sayin' she be wantin' ya ta start. An ya will be, tomorrow." Harry helps her settle against him, "An 'sides, the moment I be ah tellin' 'em ya didn't sleep they be ah feelin' the same."
She rests her head against his chest with a pout. "But I'm not tired."
He kicks his foot against the wall, setting the hammock to rock. "I ain'nah bein' skilled like Gil, but I could be ah singin' for ya too." He quickly racks his brain for any song that wasn't about sailors or pirates and full of lewd lyrics.
"You don't have to do that- I'll just sleep tonight…I mean, I slept the night before- I swear it's okay- I don't want to be a burden or hassle. I'm sorry for worrying you or making you think you did something. It wasn't-"
"Shh." Harry chuckles, pressing a finger to her lips before he clears his throat. It had been a long time since he last sang, but he could remember one of his favorites from when he was little, one that was sung around the docks all the time. About a better place waiting for them. Maybe that was why it stuck with him.
"As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair, to view the saltwater and take the sea air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song, won't you take ma away boys me time is not long.
Wrap me up in me oil-skin and jumper, no more on the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates, and I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green."
He sings through all the verses he could remember, all while tapping his foot against the wall to keep them rocking. He smiles when he feels her head grow heavier against his chest and her breathing evened out.
Worked like a charm.
Sup?
So admittedly this was a short one, but did you kind of like it?
We hope so…
Anyways, what did you guys think?
Did you like the scramble?
Poor Harry really thought he'd fucked up. Turned out Faustina was just turned on. LoLz.
We don't own that song by the way, Dark remembered the song Fiddler's Green from childhood and looked up the lyrics to it...
So yeah…
With much love and appreciation
-Twisted