palettes-and-prompts:

1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”
4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
5) “You look good all soaking wet.”
6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”
8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”
13) “Touch yourself for me.”
14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”
16) “Shut up and take your pants off.”
17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”
18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
19) “Do you need me to finger you first?”
20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”
22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”
26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”
27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
29) “Take it off. Slowly.”
30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”
32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”
34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”
35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”
37) “Did I say you could stop?”
38) “I need you. Now!”
39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”
42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
43) “Don’t you want to play with me?
44) “Yes! I mean yes, Sir!”
45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”
48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”
49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”
50) “I only want to please you.”
51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
52) “Are you going to be good from now on?”
53) “Is that a tattoo?”
54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”
60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!”
61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
63) “Open your mouth.”
64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”
65) “Pull my hair!”
66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”
67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”
68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”
70)  "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.”
75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”
77) “Tell me what you like.”
78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
80) “How do you feel about two at once?”
81) “Is that a thong?”
82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”
83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
84) “I love it when you dress up for me.”
85) “Did you dress up just for me?”
86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
87) “Think you can handle that much?”
88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.”
89) “Just pull the car over!”
90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”
92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”
93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”
94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”
95) “That tickles.”
96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?”
97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.”
99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”
100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

I AM TAKING SIN REQUESTS FOR THE SEA THREE! Just send a number (or two I don’t really care) and I’ll get a oneshot up as soon as I can! I really would like some requests from you guys!

Pairing: poly!Sea Three (Uma x Harry x Gil)

Summary:A modern!AU entailing a sneak peek of what a road trip with the Sea Three would be like

Word Count:1,819

Warnings:Like one swear word and that’s it

It was an item on their bucket list since they were little kids: take a road trip across America. None of them knew at the time that they’d be crossing that item off the list together, but they were incredibly glad they were. Uma longed to see all of the beaches. She frequently visited the tiny shore on the outskirts of her hometown, but she hadn’t seen anything near the palm trees and white sands and crashing waves she dreamed of. There’s so much to do at a beach. She could lay in a chair and relax, falling asleep with the warm rays beaming down on her bronzed skin. In the more popular cities, she could take a quick stroll across a boardwalk for an ice cream cone or a local outworldly fair snack of some kind. If she was feeling extremely playful, she could wade around in the ocean with her two favorite boys because she knew there was no way they’d stay still with such a large, wet and blue playground out in front of them.

Harry was pumped to see the big cities. They didn’t necessarily live in the middle of nowhere, but you’d have to drive hours to see any kind of skyscraper clump. He’s always been so enamored with the idea of something being big. He had heard of beautiful brick buildings with modernized furniture and movie theaters larger than a football field. Harry especially longed to visit the largest mall in America, located in Bloomington, Minnesota. Does he need an entirely new wardrobe? Not necessarily. But is he going to get one anyway? Absolutely. Thoughts of the night life zoomed through his brain. All three of them were 18, there were likely multiple night clubs that they could get into. A booming, music filled environment with colorful lights and a crowd more accepting of their relationship and his extravagant personality than many of the people in their grassy suburbia.

Gil was excited about many parts of the trip, but it would be the little things that would make him the happiest. From the wacky tourist attractions they would visit along the way to the local family owned restaurants they would stop at for the occasional meal, Gil realized that the smallest parts of the trip would make the biggest memories for him. Not to mention that there was something interesting to him about sleeping on and comparing multiple hotel beds.

As Harry placed the last of their things into Gil’s hand-me-down SUV, he felt Uma’s small arms hug around his waist in excitement. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. Gil and I have been working doubles at the Wingstop for at least two years.” Harry closed the trunk and quietly chuckled as he turned to face his girlfriend. They had been working quite a bit for this. They knew it would be expensive, and they definitely knew that their parents weren’t going to help much. So, for the past two and a half years, the three of them had been doing everything they could to earn some money for their trip. Harry was not only playing more gigs with his ‘band of pirates,’ but he finally persuaded his boss at the local boxing gym to make some extra cash teaching self defense. Gil had a hard time keeping a job, his lack of awareness usually making him late. But after Uma put in a good word for him at her mom’s burger and wing joint, he did everything he could to look like a good employee. Uma started working so many doubles that she rarely had time for anything other than school and work. It put a bit of a damper on their relationship, especially since Harry didn’t see Gil and Uma outside of school and his occasional visits to the Wingstop. But at the end of the day, they knew that all of this hard work would pay off in two months worth of time with each other.

“Well, it’s happening. All of our work is finally paying off, duckling,” Harry replied, gently pushing one of Uma’s ombred braids away from her face and behind her ear. Harry went to kiss Uma’s lips when the two of them were interrupted by a boyish, excited shout coming from Gil as he ran towards Harry and Uma with open arms and a lion plushie in his hand.

“Road trip! Road trip!” Gil chanted, beaming with joy as he held Harry and Uma in a warm hug. “We gotta get this thing started! If we don’t leave now, we’ll be getting into Dallas really late and then Uma over here will be a sleepy, grumpy mess.” Gil chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Uma and leaned in to give her a quick kiss on her head.

“The only reason you’re not as sleepy as the rest of us is because you’re knocked out in the backseat before we even leave town.” This was the longest trip the three had ever taken, but it definitely wasn’t their first. One specific trip was when the three of them were in their freshman year of high school and they had to travel 6 hours by school bus for a state theatre competition. Despite the rockiness of the bus and the screaming high schoolers, Gil was knocked out before thirty minutes could pass. Not only that, but he stayed asleep the whole ride. “Speaking of which,” Uma spoke as she went to open the door to the driver’s seat. “You’re driving first.”

Gil groaned childishly and gave Uma his signature ‘puppy-eyed’ look. “Why?”

Harry walked to Gil and wrapped an arm around him. “Uma’s made a little bet. You drive two straight hours with no caffeine and no pulling over for a nap, and Uma and I each owe you $5.”

“And if I don’t?” Gil cocked his head to the side in subtle confusion.

“You owe each of us $5. Either way, someone’s getting money out of this. What do you say?” Uma quickly shifted her glance to Harry. The two had made a little bet themselves. Uma believed that Gil would never give up the chance to sleep for something as small as $5. Harry knew that Gil had a strong competitive streak in him from sports and other activities they shared with each other. Whoever was wrong had to sit in the back seat all by themselves for as long as Gil was able to drive.

“You know what? I’ll do it. You guys are gonna be so broke by the time this trip is over.” Gil chuckled, confident that he would win this tiny little bet. Harry smirked and looked to Uma as if to say ‘I told you so,’ and watched as she slowly opened the door to the backseat. 

“Alright, boys, let’s get this show on the road.” She mumbled, partially disappointed that she had lost her little game. But truthfully, she was more excited than anything to spend two months alone with the best boyfriends in the world.

The trip started off as right as rain. Traffic in their town was relatively light, and they crossed the state line within 45 minutes. Harry, being in the passenger seat, had the privilege of picking the music. Hard electric guitar and strong lyrics about being ‘original losers’ and ‘underrated youth’ blared through the car, making it easy for Gil to stay awake. But, just as quickly as Uma was able to find a comfortable spot to rest her eyes amongst the luggage she shared the backseat with, Harry’s hardcore modern punk died down to slow Nirvana grunge that was easy for him to chill to. As suburbian highways turned to blank, near stranded roads, Gil needed something to keep him awake and aware. “Hey…Harry, are you awake?” Gil asked, his eyes darting from left to right in an effort to prevent zoning out on the road.

“Uh, yeah?” Harry looked up from his phone and over to Gil. Harry could tell that his boyfriend was doing anything to keep himself awake. A part of him was conflicted. He could either pretend to nod off and leave Gil to lose the bet, or he could keep Gil company out of fear of what would happen if he were to fall asleep at the wheel. Thankfully for the three, he chose the latter. “How long do you think you’ve been driving?” Harry asked, using his words to keep Gil awake.

“Honestly, I don’t know. The GPS said the drive was going to take 6 and a half hours. So I told myself that once it hit 4 and a half hours, I could start looking for a gas station to pull over and switch spots, you know?” Harry nodded his head, but he became nearly bug-eyed when he saw the GPS said they would arrive in 7 hours. No…no this couldn’t have been right. They’ve been in the car for at least an hour and a half.

“Gil, sunshine, can I see your phone for a moment?” When Gil nods his head, Harry grabs the phone from the magnet nearly plugged into the AC vent in Gil’s car. He rolled his eyes as he realized what was wrong: Gil had either missed an exit or taken a wrong turn, extending their already long road trip. “Jesus fucking Christ…Gil, take the next exit and find a gas station.”

“Wait, why? We’re perfectly fine on gas.”

“Because you clearly don’t know how to follow a GPS. I’ll wake Uma.” Harry turned his body and slightly climbed over his passenger seat to lightly tap Uma on her leg, causing her to slowly stir awake and sit up.

“Are we here?”

“Hate to wake you, darling, but you’re riding shotgun. I’m gonna drive.” When Uma responded with a confused expression, Harry grabbed Gil’s phone from the magnet and showed it to Uma. She was just a confused and similarly shocked as he had been when he first saw that Gil had gone the wrong way.

“Jesus, Gil, tell me you didn’t do this to get out of your bet.” Uma flatly asked as Gil pulled into a nearby gas station and began to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“I didn’t even realize that I had done something wrong until Harry said I did.” Gil innocently shrugged his shoulders and switched to the back seat, an area that had been warmed from Uma’s sleeping body. Harry got into the driver’s seat and began to drive. 

Gil smiled as he snuggled into a nearby pillow tucked into the backseat. Did he fake getting lost to get some shut-eye? Maybe. Was he going to end up owing Uma and Harry money for this? Possibly. But the only thing that mattered was that he was getting to spend two straight months travelling the country with his sleepy girlfriend and his flourishing, overdramatically Scottish boyfriend.

Should I put all of my sea three headcanons, drabbles and oneshots on AO3? I promise I’m NOT abandoning Evil Karma but like I’ve had so much inspo for these three lately and I want to spread their cute ass relationship to the WORLD!

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Request Call

So I knooooow I’m supposed to be working on Chapter 11 of E.K. but I’ve been so stressed and have had NO inspiration. Therefore….

I AM NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE SEA THREE

Here’s what I’m most comfortable with:

- Headcanons (my last headcanon post did SO well omfg)

- Fluff

- Smut

- pretty much anything except for major MAJOR angst

SO BRING THEM IN BC THESE BEAUTIFUL PIRATES DESERVE MORE CONTENT

Pairing:poly!Sea Three (Uma x Harry x Gil)

Summary:Uma dresses up for Halloween and the boys don’t really know how to react.

Warnings:Mentions of teen partying, drinking, and an allusion to teen drug use, huge sexual tension towards the end but nothing too explicit

It was the first time in a long time that Uma felt like attending an Isle party. Usually, they end in nothing but the wrong kind of chaos. Harry gets too drunk and starts threatening to hook people out of nowhere, Gil takes the wrong kind of candy from the Mad Hatter’s hippie twins, and Uma always has to be the one to take them home and babysit them. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight was Halloween, and what kind of VK would Uma be if she didn’t participate in the most evil night of the year?

As she finally positioned the golden chain across her forehead to finish the sea witch costume she had in mind, she opened the door to see the boys in their normal Isle attire. She let out a huff as she walked over to them. “Seriously, guys? The one time I feel like going to a party and you’re not gonna dress up?” When Harry turned around to respond, he couldn’t believe what he saw in front of him.

Her silver, black and teal hair had been taken out of their usual braids and waved loosely like the ocean’s tide. Her makeup was seductive and elegant; a mix of dark blue and gold tinting her eyelids and her lips full with a hint of shimmer. Black and gold jewels trailed down her neck and across her smooth, exposed stomach. Her costume was a shredded, two piece set made of some kind of leather. Black fabric covered her skin and stuck tight to her body. If Harry had never fallen under Uma’s spell before, he certainly felt like he was now.

Harry silently tapped on Gil’s shoulder, urging him to turn away from whatever he had been looking through on Uma’s desk. It took him a while, but soon enough, the blonde finally turned around and took in Uma with a quiet inhale. The boys looked at each other, then back to Uma. There were so many thoughts crossing both of their minds, but they were scared that stating those thoughts would run Uma back into the Captain’s cabin and out of her costume. Uma looked to the both of them with her arms crossed, partially confused and intrigued by the boys’ silence. “What? Croc’s got your tongue?” A playful smile tugged at the corner of her lips. As soon as she saw Harry subtly bite his bottom lip, she knew what they were thinking.

Gil was the first to respond. He had quite a hard time getting his words together, he never wanted to say the wrong thing. Especially not in the presence of someone so…so… “Beautiful..” He trailed off, the one word echoing in his mind over and over again. He took a few steps closer to Uma, her soft smile and knowing eyes beckoning him. When the two were mere inches from each other, Uma took a lock of his blonde hair and twirled it around her finger. She placed a deep, heated and frustratingly quick kiss on his lips, Gil chasing her for more. She turned to look at Harry, who was still standing there silent and breathing heavily.

“You’re not going to say anything, Harry? I thought you’d like it.” She looked at him with fiery eyes and a wicked smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. Harry wanted to say everything on his mind at this moment. He wanted to gush about how he wanted to feel that leather against his sweaty chest. Harry longed to tell her that instead of going to the party and showcasing this godly beauty to undeserving eyes, she should take him and Gil back to her cabin and do whatever she pleased to them. All he could do was step closer and closer. Slowly, each step drawing him deeper into the trance she had him in. As soon as he was close enough, Uma ran her fingers through his dark hair before giving it a quick tug, nearly forcing her First Mate down to his knees. “Come on, Harry…tell me what you think.”

With a soft moan and a lust-filled growl, Harry responded. “I think the party can wait. I need this. Uma…” he whispered her name softly like a prayer to the angels. “I need you…so badly.” Uma immediately felt Gil’s hands trailing up her back as he began to leave small kisses from her shoulder to her neck. She nearly melted onto him, not expecting such passionate contact from someone who was usually so submissive. She danced her fingers under Harry’s chin, moving him back to how he was standing before. He wanted nothing more than to melt into her. The other wanted nothing more than to please her. She wanted nothing more than to make them beg and rough them up.

“Sure, darling. The party can wait.” She turned away and slowly strutted back to her cabin, her two favorite boys interlocking hands as they followed along. 

It was the most evil night of the year, but it was evil in the bestway possible.

palettes-and-prompts:

1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”
4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
5) “You look good all soaking wet.”
6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”
8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”
13) “Touch yourself for me.”
14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”
16) “Shut up and take your pants off.”
17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”
18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
19) “Do you need me to finger you first?”
20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”
22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”
26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”
27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
29) “Take it off. Slowly.”
30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”
32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”
34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”
35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”
37) “Did I say you could stop?”
38) “I need you. Now!”
39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”
42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
43) “Don’t you want to play with me?
44) “Yes! I mean yes, Sir!”
45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”
48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”
49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”
50) “I only want to please you.”
51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
52) “Are you going to be good from now on?”
53) “Is that a tattoo?”
54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”
60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!”
61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
63) “Open your mouth.”
64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”
65) “Pull my hair!”
66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”
67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”
68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”
70)  "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.”
75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”
77) “Tell me what you like.”
78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
80) “How do you feel about two at once?”
81) “Is that a thong?”
82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”
83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
84) “I love it when you dress up for me.”
85) “Did you dress up just for me?”
86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
87) “Think you can handle that much?”
88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.”
89) “Just pull the car over!”
90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”
92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”
93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”
94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”
95) “That tickles.”
96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?”
97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.”
99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”
100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Send a number with a ship (either huma, harry x gil, uma x gil, or sea three) and I’ll get a little drabble up as soon as I can!!!!

Gil x Harry Headcanons

In reference to @alice-on-elm-street request “sea three headcanons for the year Harry and Gil we’re separated from Uma following D2?”

Note: I know I didn’t mention Uma in these, and I can make some HCs for Uma if you want me to. I just felt the need to focus on the boys

- They didn’t think she was going to be gone at first. Both Harry and Gil were so caught up in everything that had happened at the cotillion that they’d just assumed she’d be back.

- It was when Jonas asked Harry if he was going to be Captain that Harry had realized what was happening. Uma was gone, separated from her boys, and they didn’t know when or even if she would return.

- Although he was hesitant to do so, Harry took up the role of Captain. It made the most sense for him, considering he was Uma’s first mate and therefore next in line in case anything happened to her. But thinking of that reality for even a second scared every shred of his being.

- Poor Gil, he was one of the last to realize what was going on.

- Like he was walking around just sort of unaware of everything until he heard someone call Harry ‘Captain’ and when he asked Harry about it everything just sort of hit him like a truck.

- You know how people always say that people have different ways of responding to things? This would be a prime example.

- When Harry first realized everything, he got angry. He became incredibly irritable and nearly every negative interaction ended with him threatening to hook someone.

- Everything about Harry is just incredibly intense. He never thought he had to fill the shoes of his Captain, not to mention that the girl he’s utterly obsessed with is just gone…and he doesn’t know if she’ll come back.

- Gil is pretty much the only person who can calm Harry down. And while it takes a while most times, Harry still appreciates it.

- Speaking of Gil, while he tries his best to hide it, he’s pretty upset too.

- When he first realized that his Captain was gone, he isolated himself completely. Only leaving Uma’s cabin on the ship for mandatory Chip Shoppe shifts and to occasionally check up on how Harry was doing. He was crushed.

- About four months into Uma’s ‘disappearance,’ the boys started spending their nights in Uma’s room together, looking for something…anything that reminded them of her.

- Gil never stopped asking questions. Whether out of confusion or fear, he always went to Harry asking him what was next for them.

“You don’t think she’s dead, do you?”

“I don’t know, sunshine…I hope not.”

- Harry began to cool down after about eight months or so, don’t get me wrong he still missed her like crazy, but he began substituting his anger for a massive increase in his impulsive behavior.

- Gil almost always tagged along in said impulsive behavior because he didn’t want to go back to isolating himself…to that sad, confusing sense of dread.

- This impulsive behavior included stealing more than usual, getting into the occasional bar fight at the Chip Shoppe

- But most of the crew had gone into such acts, these two boys had more…special ideas for each other.

- You know how I said that Gil was the only person who could calm Harry down while Uma was gone? Yeah…he had more than one way of doing so

- Sometimes Gil would just take Harry back to Uma’s room and let Harry lay on his chest, allowing Harry to speak his mind and maybe cry a bit if he really needed to. (He did).

- But other times? Other times he’d take Harry back to his own room on the ship and let the pirate do whatever he wanted to him.

“Gil, why are we in my room?”

“You’re angry, you’re frustrated. I don’t want you taking it out on your crew…”

- He’d be saying this as he slowly stripped to make sure Harry would catch the hint.

- Oh boy, did he catch that hint quickly.

- Overall, it was a rough year for the both of them. They never really found a “healthy” way to cope with Uma being gone. But, if they were gonna be broken, evil, and impulsive, they were definitely glad to be broken, evil and impulsive together.

Request Call

So I knooooow I’m supposed to be working on Chapter 11 of E.K. but I’ve been so stressed and have had NO inspiration. Therefore….

I AM NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE SEA THREE

Here’s what I’m most comfortable with:

- Headcanons (my last headcanon post did SO well omfg)

- Fluff

- Smut

- pretty much anything except for major MAJOR angst

SO BRING THEM IN BC THESE BEAUTIFUL PIRATES DESERVE MORE CONTENT

So, first of all I just wanted to say that I hit 100 followers recently and I know that may not seem like much, but it’s awesome to know that people are liking my fic and are okay with seeing me ramble about Descendants because a lot of people I know IRL don’t even know I like Descendants. That’s really freaking cool.

Considering that, I feel like I owe you guys this reason as to why chapters may take a long time to be uploaded/why I may not be as active on my RP blog. (I will be posting this to my RP blog later since I know there are people who follow that blog and not this one but anyway). 

Let me start off by saying I am not taking a hiatus. I love writing Evil Karma so so SO much and taking a hiatus from it may cause me to forget about it (which I do NOT want to do). Chapters just may take a little bit longer. And a there are two big reasons why.

1. I am currently the lead in my high school’s production of She Kills Monsters. We’ve been having rehearsals pretty much every single day and I don’t get home until pretty late. We open the show in less than a month so when I do get home I usually spend that time resting or memorizing lines, reflecting on character work, etc. I am also preparing monologues and songs for online college auditions so if I’m not in rehearsal, I’m likely thinking about those as well. Both singing and acting is something I am incredibly passionate about and something I intend to turn into a career while writing is more of a hobby. Therefore, performing will take priority at times. I hope that’s okay.

2. I may make a longer post about this if enough people care, but my dad has been a struggling alcoholic since I was young and has recently relapsed after 2 years of sobriety. He’s not living with my mom and I, he is likely not coming back home, my mom has been throwing around the idea of divorce, etc. etc. I’m not as emotionally hurt as when this happened my freshman year, but it definitely doesn’t feel great. Keeping myself busy with the play has definitely helped, but I have a feeling that if things don’t lighten up after the show is over, I’m not going to be in the best mental state. My motivation for activities will go down, my urge to stress eat will increase, etc. etc.

I hope you guys all understand. I’m working on Chapter 11 tonight, but I have no idea how far I’ll get with it. I hope you guys have an amazing day.

(these don’t really have a theme, just stuff that I think about a lotwhen I think of these beautiful rays of chaos.)

- This definitely isn’t a subtle one but Harry and Uma will literally murder ANYONE who tries to hurt Gil.

- Like obviously they’re all protective of each other but since Gil is a little unaware of what people are doing at times, Uma and Harry will easily step in.

- Uma pretty much distracts Gil by talking to him while Harry scares them and/or fights them off.

“Wait, I don’t understand, they just wanted to say hi-”

“Gil, they were walking up to you with their sword in hand. You could’ve been killed!”

- All three of them have a history of nightmares (because clearly their parents were horrible to them) but Harry definitely gets them the worst. Especially when he first joined the crew because he’d get scared of his dad finding out he wasn’t a captain.

- Uma was the first to discover this, as Gil joined both the crew and the relationship at a later time.

- After at least an hour of trying to calm him down and keep him from trashing his cabin on the ship, the thing that finally got him to sleep was Uma’s story about a ‘night fairy’ that would come lull sailors to sleep if they let her come to them. 

- He didn’t really believe it at first, but after letting Uma play with his hair and trace her fingers across his back for about 30 minutes he swore he could ‘feel the fairy closing in.’ 

- Harry’s been a strong follower of the ‘night fairy’ ever since.

- Gil first heard about it after coming into Harry (+ Uma’s) room late at night during a really bad storm that kept him awake. He love love LOVED it but also said that ‘no fairy would be as good at keeping him safe as his two favorite people.’

- Harry gets injured….a LOT!

- It’s kind of weird because he is a really good fighter so it’s not out of weakness, but he’s incredibly reckless and will do ANYTHING for an adrenaline rush. Like, literally anything.

“Harry, are you okay? What happened?”

“Not much, sunshine. Just fell from the roof, not a big deal.”

“Fell from the roof? What were you doing on the roof?”

- Turns out he was playing Hide and Go Seek with Jonas and Gonzo and thought “oooooh nobody would look on the roof!”

- In a sleeping situation, Uma is alwaysin the middle. Harry and Gil switch sides every once in a while depending on the day but Uma alwaysgets the middle. No questions asked.

- The one time Gil triedto sleep in the middle, Uma couldn’t get her arms around him in a comfortable way so she tossed and turned all night and was pretty cranky the next day. The boys hate when she’s cranky because she’s not as affectionate with them.

- Harry LOVES cuddles. 

- I mean, they all do, but Harry is such a hoe for cuddles to be honest.

- He likes holding Uma and Gil, he likes being held by Uma and Gil. He’ll hold one and let the other hold him. He loves it all as long as he gets to snuggle up with his favorite people.

- You know in What’s My Name when Uma plays with Harry’s hair and he just melts into her? Yeah, he does that a lot. With both of them. 

- Harry loves cuddles the most, but you know who gives the best cuddles? GIL!

- When Uma is stressed or tired or just a littletoo angry, all Gil needs to do is hug her from behind or play with her braids or even just hold her for a bit and she can’t help but smile because he’s just too much of a puppy to be upset around.

- And when Harry’s about to hook someone for the wrong reasons, Gil pretty much just takes him somewhere else and lets Harry lay on his chest for a bit. It almost always works.

- Uma used to be really conscious about her singing. Like every time she’d hum too loudly in the Chip Shoppe, her mom would yell at her and make her think she sounded awful.

- One day, Harry and Gil were trying to find Uma when they heard a voice that sounded similar to hers coming from the ship. She was singing while cleaning up the deck and thought that nobody was around.

- You would’ve thought those boys had encountered a siren from the way they melted into it. 

- SOOOO they told her about it and got into this super long conversation about how amazing she is at singing and how she shouldn’t let her mother keep her from doing something she loves to do.

- Gil was kind of the head of that conversation because despite his lack of awareness, he can give really good advice.

- I honestly have SO MUCH more to say about these beautiful pirates but all in all, they’re really happy to have each other and each one of them would happily do anything for the other two.

descendantshellhole:

If you got beauty beauty

Just raise ‘em up

‘Cause every inch of you is perfect from the

To the

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For@lowkeyaesthvtic

OMG THANK YOU THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED ADJHSFJDBGFLUSAJ

nocturna-iv:

descendantshellhole:

If you got beauty beauty

Just raise ‘em up

‘Cause every inch of you is perfect from the

To the

If you get it, you get me.

There should be a version of this where Gil’s the first pic, Uma’s the second, and Harry’s in both bc we all know he’s a chaotic switchy boy

WHO WANTS SEA THREE POLY SHIP HEADCANONS? BECAUSE I DO AND I MIGHT WRITE SOME SOON!

Author’s Note: So I was reading back through my Sea Three content and realized that I never wrote HCs for Modern!Sea Three. So here they are. Also a reminder that my requests are open! Send in any headcanons or oneshots you want!!!

- First off, this is going to be for a high school!Modern AU because in canon the three are 16/17 in D2 and 17/18 in D3. So there’s that.

- Let’s start with how they met. Harry and Uma had lived in the same neighborhood since they were practically in diapers.

- They’d meet up at the park down the road every day to play pirates (Uma was always the Captain) in order to escape the stuff they had going on at home.

- They were the kind of childhood friends that made the “if we’re both single at 25 let’s get married” pact.

- Turns out they couldn’t wait until 25, because they started dating around the 8th grade. Harry came to her front door with one of his flannels in his hand and when Uma asked why he was giving it to her he said “well if we’re gonna be dating, you need to have some of my clothes.” and Uma just shrugged and went “okay, thanks babe!”

- Once high school came around, the pair were practically unstoppable. 

- Uma was an active member of the Black Student Union and Student Council. If so many of the kids at school weren’t so biased towards Mal, she would’ve been voted Most Likely to Become President.

- Harry took on high school from a more rebellious angle. His freshman year was FILLED with spray paint on lockers, petty fights with people who looked at Uma the wrong way, etc.

- Harry had also become the lead singer and guitarist for an indie rock band called The Lost Revenge. If people at school liked him, it was usually because of his music.

- By the time they were sophomores, people were inspired by Uma’s leadership and either scared or intrigued by Harry’s love for trouble.

- Then, the unthinkable happens. 

- Gil moved to Uma and Harry’s high school from a different state, so they had NEVER seen him before. But when they did, they realized they had to know him.

- So, Uma volunteered to give him a tour around the school and the two clicked instantly. She invited Gil to one of Harry’s upcoming gigs so that Harry could meet him too.

- Harry had already come out as pan, but since he’d only dated Uma, he had no experience with guys. None. At all.

- So when Gil came up to him, all sunshiney and muscular and sweet with his “Wow, you guys did awesome tonight!” He had no idea how to respond.

- The three started to hang out together more and more. Uma and Gil would go to every single one of Harry’s gigs, Gil and Harry would visit Uma at her job at her mom’s local seafood restaurant, and Uma and Harry would ALWAYS go to Gil’s football games (despite Harry’s small hatred for football).

- How they started dating was kind of sad, but also kind of sweet when you think about it. 

- Uma’s sitting in her room, chilling, listening to Janelle Monae (yes, she’s a Janelle Monae fan, fight me) when Harry calls her.

- “Hey, Uma, is your mom home?”

-“Nope. She’s got a double at the restaurant. Why? Looking for some alone time?”

-“Actually, Gil’s here with me. Something’s happened. We’ll be there in 5.”

- Uma. Was. TERRIFIED.

- Her fear grew even stronger when she opened the door to Gil bruised, crying, and under Harry’s arm. 

- Turns out, Gil was bi. Openly bi. Some of the football players didn’t like that very much.

- “I don’t understand…They were so nice to me before, then I told them about an ex boyfriend from back home and they all just..ganged up on me.”

- They iced his bruises, gave him a blanket to snuggle into and a shoulder to cry on. Suddenly, Gil leaned up and kissed Harry. 

- Nobody really knew how to react at first. Gil immediately got scared because he knew how jealous Uma could get sometimes, and Harry thought that he had just cheated on his girlfriend and his best friend.

- But when Uma leaned down and slowly began to kiss Gil, it’s like something switched in all three of them. 

- When Uma and Harry saw Gil that first day, they didn’t just want to know him, they wanted to love him. So the two became three. They promised to always love, support, and protect each other.

- But first, Uma and Harry had to get even with the football team.

- Harry simply just fought most of them in the school parking lot, getting his bandmates to help out. But Uma? Uma snapped. She slashed three tires on all of their cars and made sure that every girl in school knew what they had done. 

- “Homophobes don’t deserve cars…or girlfriends.” 

- While this may have gotten Uma kicked out of student council, she didn’t feel an inch of regret.

- So, throughout their Junior and Senior year, this throuple became known as the “C Three.” What did the C stand for?

- “Chaos. Pure, impulsive, rebellious chaos. But at least we know we have each other.”

Pairings:poly!Sea Three (Harry x Uma x Gil)

Summary:In his own drunken stupor, Harry gets a little bratty towards his captain. He soon learns that is nota good idea.

Word Count: 3,489

Warnings:underage drinking/partying, choking, sub!Gil, brat!Harry, dom!Uma, this is also on AO3 so if you want all EXPLICIT tags then you can check it out there.

Author’s Note: Requested by @theamericanjewitch​ and follows smut dialogue prompts #8 and #79, prompts will be in bold

The music roared throughout the dorm halls. Pumping like the blood roaring through all of their veins. They never thought that, after the life they had lived so far, they could be so happy. So elated, so excited for what’s to come. So…so…so DRUNK. It started out tame at first, the three of them took a quick shot with all of the other pirates to celebrate not only their admission into Auradon Prep, but the permanent banishing of the barrier and their successful attempt at getting all of the pirates roomed in the same hall. Then, music started playing, pirates started playing ‘Vodka Pong,’ and the next thing they knew, Uma, Harry, and Gil were getting pretty close to shit-faced. 

Due to her incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, Uma doesn’t change much when she’s drunk. She may slur her words a bit or stumble on a stair step, but her mind remains relatively normal other than a pretty large increase of confidence. Anybody who thought that Uma was arrogant on the Isle likely got said impression because they either let Mal’s rumors about her stick in their head or their first meeting with her was while she was drunk. When Uma’s drunk, she truly sees herself as the walking sea witch goddess that Harry and Gil (mostly Harry) make her out to be on a daily basis. She can be found proudly dancing and singing on tables or challenging anybody and everybody to a shotgunning contest. Drunk or sober, she’s always young and wild, but when she’s drunk..she finally feels free. 

Contrary to most of the Lost Revenge crew, Gil doesn’t drink very often. He either doesn’t like the taste, doesn’t see a reason, or just isn’t in the mood for it. The bad news about this is that it causes such a low tolerance that the pirates never let it go. The good news? Gil is the best person to be around when you’re drunk. Either he’s sober and helps you get home safe or, if he’s drunk with you, he gets 100 times more protective and compassionate. At drunken times like this, you’ll find Gil stopping fights between the pirates, hyping up his partners as they engage in their own alcohol-driven stupor, or cheering up the crying drunks in a nearby bathroom. 

But Harry? Harry gets horny and bratty as all hell.

The three pirates were happily dancing in the middle of a joyous, chaotic clump. Uma swayed her hips, singing and laughing with her boyfriends sandwiching her. Normally, it’d be way too crowded for her taste. But tonight was a celebration, one that they’d never get to experience fully ever again. She flipped her long hair behind her and let any kind of problem fall away as she grabbed Gil’s hands and raised his arms to the air, waving them around. Harry danced behind her, taking in every curve and sway he saw. It was already enough that he saw her as this goddess with no physical flaw in sight on a normal day. But with the alcohol flowing through his veins like blood, it was hard to keep his hands off of her. He placed his hands on her hips and leaned in close, hoping she’d be able to hear him over the bumping music. “I hope you don’t mind me getting this close, Captain.” He whispered, leaving a couple of small pecks up her neck and looking up to Gil with a seductive smirk.

“Of course I don’t mind, especially when it’s the two of you.” Uma answered, leaning her head back against his chest as she began to grind her hips a bit closer to his. She took Gil’s hand and pulled it so he was mere inches away from her. With a grin, she pulled Gil in for a passionate, heated kiss. Their tongues quickly intertwined like a gorgeous pirate’s knot as Harry could do nothing but nibble Uma’s earlobe as his pants began to grow tight. Usually, it’d be easier for Harry to contain himself in public settings like these. But, with the rum flowing through his veins so rapidly and Uma and Gil looking as beautiful as they did, it didn’t take long for Harry’s fingers to find their way around Uma’s neck. His long digits roamed across her skin like a hand eager to turn the page of an old book. In response, Uma quickly turned around and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“You know the rules, Harry. No playing in public. Get control of yourself.” Harry quietly whined as he began to move his hand back down to her hips. As he lingered, however, a smirk spread across his face as his hand trailed up Uma’s thigh.

“Why don’t you make me, hm?” The pirate chuckled as he placed his hooked hand under Uma’s chin, tilting it up as he leaned in for a heated kiss. Before anything could get too passionate, however, Uma moved to his ear to whisper once more as she nibbled on his earlobe. 

“What did you just say? Don’t forget who’s in charge of you.” She let the words flow smoothly from his ear to his mind. Harry loved belonging to his Captain. But at the end of the day, he was a villain kid. He was a rebel. He did like to stir her up every once in a while. Sometimes, Uma didn’t mind that. But if she were to let go of her power over him, it’d be on her terms. He knew that. 

“You heard what I said, Uma. You want me to control myself so badly…why don’t you make me?” Harry snuck his fingernails into Uma’s thigh, leaving tiny little marks that would be there the rest of the night. Uma huffed out a quiet, evil laugh in response as she grabbed both Harry and Gil’s free hands, leading them away from the party.

The three of them stopped when they found an abnormally large closet. Once the light was turned on, the male pirates were shocked to find all of Uma’s special toys that she had previously kept on the Isle, along with some new ones they hadn’t used before.  Gil stood slightly confused but excited at the idea of a hot round with his loves. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are we doing in here?” Uma almost immediately pinned Harry against one of the empty shelves of the closet, quickly snaking her hand around his throat and putting it in a tight grip.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat. Strip. Now.” Uma hissed, seething with a sensual anger that made Gil’s pants grow tight. Harry slowly obliged, attempting to tease the pirates while still obeying his Captain’s order. Gil ate up every bit of it, taking in every pale crevice of Harry’s chest and nearly falling to his knees with hunger once Harry presented his thick cock. It was sexy for Uma, too, but she wasn’t thinking about that nearly as much as she thought about the punishment she was about to give him. “Good, now turn around. Hands on the top of the shelf, do not move them.” She barked to Harry before turning gently towards Gil. “Sunshine, can you hand me the red leather paddle from the black box? Our little devil needs to be punished.” 

“Of course, Captain. Can I…um..”

“Spit it out, sunshine.” 

“Can I watch? Please? I promise I’ll keep quiet.” He whimpered, looking hungrily at the both of them. He wanted that cock all inside his mouth, but he knew his Captain had other plans. Maybe if he could watch quietly, she’d let him have a reward. After all, it was only Harry that was acting bratty, right?

Uma smiled and pointed to an empty spot beside her and Harry. “Sure, sunshine. Kneel over there and you can watch all you want. But keep quiet, alright? I may need your help with our little brat here.” Gil walked over to Uma with the paddle in his hand, then knelt down on that empty spot beside the two of them after handing it to her. Harry waited in anticipation, his naked body slightly shivering from the cold air in the closet. But he didn’t worry about the cold air too much, he knew he’d be warming up any moment now. 

“A little bit of leather? Is that all you got?” He whispered out, his inner brat craving as much sensation as possible. His craving was suddenly satisfied as the paddle hit his back with a strong wack, leaving a sting on the area. Uma left little time for any more of his bratty remarks as she came back with another, and another, and another. Each smack on a completely different area of his backside, all increasing in intensity. With each hit of the paddle, Harry’s breath got heavier and his cock grew harder, leaving him near uncomfortable with his own arousal.

“You would want the wooden paddle, wouldn’t you? You dirty..dirty boy. The idea of a punishment is that you’re not supposed to enjoy it. I bet you’re wanting something more, aren’t you?” Uma cooed as she snaked her hand around and glided it down Harry’s chest to grip his rock hard cock. At her touch, Harry near bucked his hips into her hand, hoping she’d pump and stroke it fast enough to drive him mad. As quickly as her hand gripped it, Uma took her hand away and gave his ass another smack with the paddle. As she revelled in his pained hiss, she glided the leather down his back as she spoke. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you? Normally, I’d let our little ray of sunshine here suck you dry. But, you had the nerve to break our rules.” Uma swiftly turned Harry around, his body near weak and limp from her touch. She pinned him up against the shelf, his naked cock lightly brushing her clothed bliss. He leaned his head back in a whine, begging to do more, to feel more.

“Uma, please. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Just give me something. Please.” He gasped, tempted to run a finger along her beautiful braids. But, at this point, he couldn’t risk getting punished even more than he already was. Uma scraped her nails along his chest, leaving long, red marks. She moved her hand up towards his face, but misled Harry as she put away the paddle on the shelf behind him.

 “Alright. I’ll give you something. Go stand against that pillar over there. Face me. Hands around the pillar behind your back.” She ordered, smirking as he eagerly followed. Uma looked down at Gil, hoping he didn’t feel forgotten or ignored as she focused on her devilish brat. He felt nothing close to ignored. His breath was hot and heavy and his pants clung tightly to his stiff cock. He loved to watch, especially his captain and first mate. Seeing Harry’s naked body tighten and turn red with every smack of Uma’s paddle made him near dizzy with pleasure. “You can stand up, Gil. We’re gonna give our brat here a little show.” Like an obedient dog, Gil stood right up and waited for what was to come. His eyes grew wide when he saw Uma pull a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs from the shelf behind him.

“A-are those for me?” He gulped. His last experience with bondage was ecstasy, but in his drunken state, he didn’t know if he’d be comfortable with something so physically restrictive.

“Oh, no. These are for him.” She sweetly spoke as she walked over and cuffed Harry to the pillar he was wrapped around. “Now I know you won’t be able to touch yourself. You’ll come when I tell you to, not any moment before. So lean back, relax, and enjoy the show.” Harry used every drop of will in his body to hold back any whines or groans, knowing that they’d only piss her off even more and make the punishment longer. All he had to do was lean back, watch the show, and keep quiet. It’d be like watching porn, right? Just porn without any masturbation. Easy. Simple.

Nope. Not easy. Not simple at all. Harry watched longingly as the two quickly engaged in another passionate kiss. This one was rougher, more heated, and filled to the brim with lust. Uma slowly removed her jacket and top, letting them fall to the floor as she revealed her ocean blue bralette to the blonde-locked pirate. She tilted her head to the side, giving him access to her neck as she swiftly took off his brown leather vest and orange tee. Gil took this access to his advantage, branding her brown skin with multiple nibbles and love bites. Gil leaned his head back and let his jaw drop just slightly as Uma began to leave hickeys on his chest, slowly snaking lower and lower. He was so needy. Needier than anybody could ever be. And since he behaved, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from his Captain. With swift and efficient hands, Uma took off his belt and threw it to the side as she knelt down and took off his pants. Gil’s cock sprung up eagerly, longing to be engulfed by Uma’s beautiful mouth.

There was something so beautiful to Harry about seeing Uma on her knees. Something so unbelievably about seeing her immediately devour his boyfriend’s cock, leaving long licks along the veins as she bobbed her head up and down. Gil was already drifting into a dizzy euphoria as her warm mouth took him in. If Harry were in his position, he’d be reaching his hand down to grip Uma’s braids tightly, begging her to go faster. But Gil could never do such a thing. Unlike Harry, Gil was never one to break his Captain’s rules on purpose. Harry and Uma both loved him for that. They felt a little guilty at first, seeing that they had someone they could constantly make putty in their hands. But after a while, they realized that letting go and doing whatever they told him to was what made him feel so great. Because it was Harry and Uma telling him to do it, and he loved them.

Due to his drunkenness, it didn’t take very long for Gil to explode inside Uma’s mouth. He reached his peak quickly after enduring the hellish heaven that was Uma’s warm mouth and wet tongue. She quickly swallowed every last drop and stood up, looking admirably at Gil as she did so. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get you water real quick? Harry can wait.” Through his high, Gil looked behind Uma at his raven-locked boyfriend. Harry had been practically humping the air, rubbing his thighs together at an attempt to get some sort of friction. Gil chuckled and shook his head, his smile peeking through amidst his post coital high.

“No he can’t.” He said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the poor, horny pirate across from him. Uma jokingly rolled her eyes and gave Gil a small kiss on the cheek before walking over to where Harry stood. God, he was a mess. 

Harry eyed Uma’s near naked form up and down, taking in the way her curves were locked into the ocean blue underwear she wore. If he could get out of the cuffs she’d place him in, he’d find a way to indulge her right then and there. A small whine slipped through his throat and off his lips as his mind raced with thoughts of how Uma looked under the clad fabric. “God, you are killing me.” He said.

“You’ll get what you need soon. But first, I need you to admit something.” Uma tightly wrapped her fingers around Harry’s throat, forcing his head back against the pillar. “Admit that you’re a brat. Admit you’re a brat and promise that you’ll never break one of my rules again.” Another pained moan left Harry as he felt his head slightly dizzy itself from Uma’s grip, a feeling he worshipped. But not as much as he worshipped his Captain.

“Please, Captain. I’m a brat and I swear on my life I’ll never disobey you again. Please, Captain, I need you.” His voice rang out despite being hushed by the beautiful brown confine around his throat. At this point, Harry would do absolutely anything to get inside his Captain. Her mouth, her glistening sex, it didn’t matter. Uma, both proud of her submissive beauty and excited for what was to come, smiled sweetly and sauntered behind Harry to undo his restraints.

“See, baby boy, was that so hard?” She gently took Harry’s hands and led them to a desk in the back of the closet. She propped herself onto the desk and slowly spread her legs open, showing the small glisten that had been growing on her underwear. She was needy too, and now that Harry’s punishment was over, she could finally show it. Harry immediately cupped her face as he kissed her with all the fire he could. He missed the feeling of her skin against his. He longed for the feeling of her hand gripping and tugging at his hair. As he slowly broke the kiss, he looked down at the lacy, blue pair of underwear screaming to be removed and tossed to the side.

“Can I take these off, Captain?” He asked quietly, scared the question would cause another punishment. Uma smiled and placed her fingers under his chin.

“Don’t be shy, Harry. What’s my name?” Harry smirked as he ran his hands slowly up her smooth, naked thighs.

“Uma, please.” He spoke her name like he was praying to a shrine. With a nod from Uma, he slowly removed the underwear and brought the tip of his cock closer to her. The shine from her wetness entranced him more than any drop of alcohol ever could. He leaned down to mark her neck as he slowly entered her, wrapping himself in her ecstasy. Moans escaped them both as Harry started to thrust in and out of her, each movement heightening the pleasure even more. Their moans and slowly quickening breaths began to fill the closet, likely letting people at the party know exactly what was going on in this dim, abnormally large closet. 

Mere minutes pass before Harry’s pace picks up to a rough thrusting. Uma’s fingers are permanently interlocked in his hair, gripping and pulling at it as a form of praise for his perfect pleasure. Uma used her other hand to stabilize herself on the desk as she leaned her head back and lost herself in Harry’s thick, pounding cock. As she began to near her peak, she pulled Harry’s head down to lock his eyes with her as she attempted to speak through her persistent moans. “God, Harry, I’m close. Come for me, baby. Come for me like you know who’s in charge.” It didn’t take long for Harry to obey that order. He thrusted into her rough and deep, making sure she came hard and long before pulling himself out of her. His orgasm came powerfully and fast as he let his release cover Uma’s chest and stomach, screaming out her name like he knew she wanted.

Harry leaned up to the closest shelf, attempting to balance himself despite the dizziness and wobbliness of his legs. For just a moment, the two stayed in their spots filling the room only with the sounds of their breaths. “Wait…shit..there’s no towels.” Harry muttered as he finally caught his breath. Uma’s eyes widened as she realized the situation the two were stuck in. They both looked at each other, hoping their minds would click on a solution. Then, as if they were psychically connected, the pair landed their eyes on Gil. By now he had fully redressed himself, and was knelt down on the ground once more, watching it all go down.

“Hey, Gil, there’s a bathroom somewhere down and on the right. Do you think you could bring us some towels?” Like an energized bunny rabbit, Gil jumped up to his feet and smiled.

“Yeah, sure. Do you guys need anything else? You two are going to need some serious aftercare.” 

The two laughed as they noticed the other’s exhausted euphoria. Uma locked eyes with Harry as she responded. “We can go back to our place if you guys want to. We’ve got blankets and water and stuff. And I could use a shower.”

Harry had trouble holding back a low chuckle as he replied. “Mind if we join in?” To which Uma narrowed her eyes and regained enough to throw a seductive glare at the not-so-devilish pirate. 

“Only if you do as you’re told.”

Chapter 1 -Chapter 13

Word Count:4,007

Summary: Now that the group has everything they need for the magic elixir, how will they react to giving the Isle of the Lost a little taste of magic?

Pairings: Harry x OC, Uma x OC, Harry x Uma x OC, platonic!Gil x OC, a little bit of platonic!Gil x Harry, past!OC x OC in a flashback scene

Rating:T

Warnings: Mild profanity, descriptive threats of murder, a flashback scene that kind of shines a light on how much of a dick Sofi’s dad was and how much she deserved better, also a little bit of sexual tension at the beginning but honestly not much

Tags: I honestly feel like people have stopped paying attention to this fic so I’m gonna stop with the tags for now but I’ll start them again if enough people ask.

Author’s Note: I am really sorry about the long pause, it’s been kind of hard writing for this fandom when the content for it has started to dwindle. I’m going to try my best to keep the Descendants fandom alive since I really love it but considering it’s been almost a year since the last movie came out, it’s going to be hard.

“How do we know the Doctor’s not going to flake out on us? He’s done it before.” Harry asked as he shifted into the sofa. The four of us, now permanently deciding to include Gil on our plan, had gone back to the room where the plan first became set in stone. I had sent out a sort of distress call to the Doctor himself telling him that the hairs were ready to be mixed into the elixir, which was incredibly hard without any magic, but somewhat possible nonetheless. I looked over to Harry and leaned my head on his shoulder as a small, bored yawn escaped my lips. 

“He won’t flake on me. Dr Facilier has worked with my family before. He’s well aware of how powerful my father was; and, if I am anything like my father, he’ll know I’m not a force to mess with either. Unfortunately, my father and I have more in common than I’d like to admit.” I ran a thin finger through his black, matted locks as the four of us sat and waited not so patiently for the doctor to arrive. Noticing my physical affection towards Harry, Uma moved closer next to me and leaned in to whisper to me.

“You know, you’ve been latching onto Harry a lot today, you two didn’t play without me, did you?” Due to our vicinity, both Harry and I heard her words. A small shiver ran up my spine as her voice sent warm air across my skin. 

“Of course not, Captain. If a game is what you want, though, I’m sure the two of us would be happy to oblige.” Harry smirked, interjecting the tension between Uma and I. The two looked as if their lips were about to lock when they were both blocked by a lock of blonde hair. 

“Not to interrupt, guys, but I hear footsteps.” He was definitely interrupting. But, it was for good reason. Harry, Uma and I moved slightly farther apart as Harry quickly grabbed his hook and I readied my hand on my dagger, prepared in case it was some unwanted visitor walking through the door. 

“Will you put your hook down, pirate boy? It’s just me. Sorry if I’m late, but I had a bit of a run in with one of Cruella’s goons.” My eyes quickly widened as I stood and ran towards him like a wild, hungry tiger.

“What the fuck, Doc! What did you tell them? You didn’t see Cruella, did you?” Before I could get close enough for the Doctor to feel the steam from my ears, Uma and Harry interjected the space between. Harry put an arm out to block Facilier from defending himself as Uma moved closer to me in an attempt to calm my anger.

“Relax, babygirl,” Uma calmly spoke, using the pet name that seemed to work on me like a magic spell every time. Yet it only worked when it slipped from her lips. “Cruella’s been indisposed since she saw Maleficent get turned into a lizard at Ben’s coronation. Jafar’s been hiding from the embarrassment of his son becoming a good kid and the Evil Queen…Well I don’t know what’s happened with her. Rumor has it she changed her name to Regina and drank a potion transporting her to some different dimension where Auradon doesn’t even exist. Wherever she is, she’s not here. None of them care about themselves anymore to worry about some little trinkets getting stolen.” With a deep inhale, I took a step back and watched as Uma turned toward the Doctor. She somehow seemed so confident, so professional, no matter the circumstances. I very rarely let somebody else dominate me both in and out of sensual situations. But with Uma, it was like disobeying her meant taking away every ounce of oxygen in my body. I needed her like a fish needs water. “I’m sure they were taken care of? Tell me, Doc, how’d you do it? Choke them until their faces turned blue? Slashed them across their necks and watched as their blood spewed like a fountain? Then again, I guess that would’ve messed up your clothes.”

“I left them unharmed.” Facilier replied after a slight hesitation. This must have been his first time meeting Uma. Otherwise he would’ve been prepared for her high-handed attitude and body language. “Getting my hands dirty would have perked some ears around the Isle. I assume you want this plan to remain secret until the time is right?” Uma nodded her head and turned around, leading the two of us back to the sofa we sat on before. She fixed her eyes on the black, still cauldron in front of us. 

“You’d assume correctly. Now, do you have the ingredients or not?” Facilier stood still, looking through his large, black satchel for what we were hoping were the ingredients. Uma, however, was not going to accept silence as an answer. “Now, Doctor. We mustn’t lurk in doorways…it’s rude.” She chuckled as she watched Facilier hesitantly walk into the room and towards the cauldron. Then, like a child tentatively unwrapping a present, he started to take the ingredients out of his satchel and placed them on a nearby rickety desk. 

“I know you said enough for two gulps. But, I figured it’d be best to take everything instead of leaving some behind and risk getting caught. Should be enough for five elixirs. One for each of you kids…and an extra in case things go sideways.” It was laid out like a buffet. Eight dog bones, a large bowl of dust from Jafar’s stolen lamp,  and five apples with exactly one bite taken out of each. “How many hairs did you get?”

“Ten. The recipe called for five but…I may have gotten carried away. There’s something succulent about hearing his pain, especially since he deserves every single bit of it.” I stated, keeping my voice and face as blank as possible. Despite the Doctor knowing what Ben had done to the boys on Neverland, I refused to let him see me emotional or otherwise affected by it. 

“Showing any kind of emotion, especially towards men, is weakness. The second a boy or man sees a tear fall down that wretched face of yours, they’ll know what I’ve known since the day you were born. You could never be a leader.” I heard my own father’s voice echo in my head. I couldn’t help but feel my surroundings grow fuzzy and mute as I only heard his voice. “If you can’t stand up to a measly wolf cub, how could you ever lead these boys in the case of battle?” His one remark to me when I came to him with bite marks and gruesome scratches. He’d sent me into the jungle to hunt for dinner. While walking back to camp with some fox meat, a couple of baby wolves had attacked me and stolen the meat. I came to my father looking for comfort, or at least some kind of potion that would heal the wounds. The only thing I was given was ridicule and mockery. In a way, he was right. The entire island was ransacked, murdered, ruthlessly slaughtered. I couldn’t save them. I can’t bring them back either. Maybe this wasn’t Ben’s fault, or even Mal’s. Maybe it was mine.

“Hey, kid. You still with us?” A dark hand waving in front of my face brought me back to reality. Uma, Harry and Gil had all sat on the sofa while I still stood, my eyes locked on the table of ingredients. “You having second thoughts?” I looked back up at him and quickly shook my head. Was I lying? A little. If I couldn’t help my boys back then, how am I going to help them now? They’re already gone, and there’s no magic in this entire realm that could bring them back. But, this far into the plan, I’m starting to realize that this plan isn’t just for me anymore. It may have started that way. I may have befriended Uma and Harry for the sake of numbers and people that share a common enemy. But, I know now that these people can have some serious potential if they had enough power. This elixir and the succession of this plan could give them that potential. “Alright then, let’s get this started! This elixir ain’t gonna make itself!”

One by one the ingredients slipped into the cauldron. The boiling water shifted colors as each bone was dunked, as each fingerful of dust was sprinkled in, as each apple slice was slowly dropped in. By the time nearly all the ingredients were mixed together, the bubbling water had changed from clear to a murky, dirty dark brown. Harry looked up in confusion, nearly disgusted by the color despite being surrounded by it. “Isn’t the elixir supposed to be gold? Or green? Or…something not so disgusting?” 

“It’s because we haven’t put in the key ingredient.” Uma replied, everybody’s eyes shifting towards me. I took the vial out of my pocket and watched as the hairs glimmered gold.

“Wow, and people say Rapunzel has magic hair.” Gil chuckled, amazed by the sparkling shimmer inside the glass vial. As I go to open the vial, Gil interjects with his voice once more. “Wait, um…Doctor F?”

“Facilier, it’s Doctor Facilier.”

“You said there’d be enough of this potion thing for the four of us to drink it but..Harry and I don’t have magic. What’s going to happen to us?” Everyone paused where they stood. For once, Gil had actually made a good point. This was only my third time making this elixir, the past two times making them for some sick fairies who needed the extra push to fly again. I had never tested them on people not Neverland native, much less a person not born with or capable of magic. 

“Well, if you really think about it…magic is basically taking your strongest traits and making them unstoppable. Even without my abilities, I’ve always had a good read on people, making it easy to manipulate their opinions and emotions. Uma’s never been able to use her mother’s magic, but she still feels better when she’s close to water. Don’t you, Captain?” Uma shrugged and nodded her head. “So, maybe you’ll be strong enough to lift the whole ship with just one arm. Imagine how cool that’d be.” Gil gasped and smiled, surely encaptured in that concept. I looked to the cork on the vial, then back at everyone else. “So, shall we?” Everyone nodded eagerly and I could hear a small cackle of excitement from Harry as I opened the cork and dropped the royal hairs in one by one. By the time all ten hairs were mixed in, the potion had turned a glimmery, sparkling gold just as we thought it would. Uma grabbed a ladle she had snatched from the Chip Shoppe’s kitchen and scooped enough to fill the glass vial to the top. 

“So, who’s drinking first?” There was a small silence in the room. Whether it was from fear or from not wanting to sound too selfish, nobody vocally volunteered themselves to take the first sip of the elixir.

“You should, Uma. You are the Captain, after all.” Harry mumbled, a hint of his sincere admiration and affection peeking through a small smile. Uma looked to me, as if wanting my consent to be the first to indulge in this magic elixir.

“Go on, Captain. Don’t worry, if it tastes anything like the Neverland elixir, it should be easy to swallow.” I slowly took the empty ladle from her hand and placed it on the empty desk that once held the elixir’s ingredients. I held onto her empty hand with both of mine and let my fingers caress over her skin. After a deep inhalation, Uma chugged down the sparkling potion and swallowed it whole. A few seconds of silence and slight fear went by before Uma took in a quick gasp, gripping tighter onto my hand to keep herself balanced. I could see her eyes flash a bright, ocean blue for just a moment before returning to their near charcoal shade. Harry and Gil immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed to her side, ready to lift her up if she were to feel faint.

“Uma? Are you okay? What happened?” Harry asked, leaning in to make sure the look on her face wasn’t too pale or otherwise sickly. A second of silence scared everyone else in the room, but after she started to let out her infamously wicked and alluring snicker, we knew she was okay.

“I’ve never felt more exhilarated in my entire life! Nothing was happening at first and then, it felt like my entire body was this massive tidal wave crashing onto shore. And now, I feel like there’s something different going through me. Not blood or thoughts but, something more.” I smiled and helped Uma stand up fully, taking both her hands in mine.

“That’s how magic is supposed to feel. Here, I’ll pour the next one. Go ahead and sit down, you may feel a bit woozy if you stand too long.” As Gil led her down to the sofa, I took the ladle and scooped yet another vial full of the delectable potion. “Does anyone want the next one?” Again, there was silence. As I was about to take the second swig myself, I felt a strong hand take the vial out of mine. I looked up to see Gil holding the potion in his hand, eyeing it in a longing sort of way. “Go ahead, Gil. I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Gil took a quick nod, certain of our promise, and downed the potion in a single gulp. 

This time, Harry and I waited more in excitement then in fear. Gil’s reaction wasn’t as huge as Uma’s but there definitely was one. One second, Gil was standing with the empty vial in his hand. The next he jumped high and shook away a bunch of energy coursing through his body, as if he had just taken his first shot in a long night of drinking. “Holy shit, that was awesome! You really think I could lift the ship, Sofi?”

“Easy there, Gil. Save the strength for tomorrow, okay?” I laughed as he started to roughhouse a bit with Harry. The two had a relatively short round of horseplay before Gil suddenly had Harry over his shoulder. Considering the two boys’ relatively similar weight and muscle mass, we never thought that was possible. Then, we had realized that my theory had turned out to be correct. Gil’s new spout of magic had brought a whole new meaning to him being ‘the muscle’ of the group. 

“Okay, okay, okay, now I want some of this action. Pour it up, duckling!” Harry near shouted like an excited child on Christmas morning. I grabbed the ladle and poured a third portion of the elixir into the glass vial. With no hesitation, Harry took the vial and lifted it high as he poured the potion down his throat, letting the last drop linger on his tongue. He felt a rush immediately, but from what I could see, there was little to no physical change showing that he now had magic. He was potentially on a rush of adrenaline, meaning whether the elixir had given him magic or not, he definitely felt a physical rush of change. There was only one way to know for sure if the potion had worked on him.

“I guess it’s my turn.” I quietly huffed as I poured another portion of the elixir into the empty vial. A part of me was fearful of the outcome. I knew the potion would work correctly, but I had no idea the effect it would have on me. These past three months were the first time I had ever gone without using my magic. Three months of no magic after who knows how many years of near constant magic was wild enough. But taking all that magic back in at once? I was diving into the ocean without knowing whether or not I’d drown. But, if it would help my Uma take Mal down and claim the leadership she deserves, that’s a risk I’d be willing to take. I slowly tilted my head back and let the elixir slide down my tongue. The taste was oddly familiar. Tangy like a fresh orange with a hint of something herby and earthy. It tasted like home. As the elixir was wholly consumed, I laid the vial and ladle aside as I put my hands on the nearby desk for support in case of any sudden dizziness. 

What I felt next was both euphoric and catastrophic. The thoughts of others didn’t slowly slip in through my ears. They rushed inside my brain, nearly knocking me out with their speed and intensity. I could feel my eyes burning with an emerald flame, something only the kids on Neverland had seen. By the time it was all over, I was electrified with the magic I had once called my home. 

“Is she okay? She looks a little faint. Maybe I should check on her? Should I ask Uma to check on her?”

“Wow, that looked like a lot. I wonder if she felt everything I felt when I drank it. Or maybe she felt more since she’s used her magic before? Maybe Harry and I should check on her.”

“These damn crazy kids. I wouldn’t be doing all of this if those Auradon bastards didn’t kill my boy. But nobody messes with my kids. If they even lay a finger on Celia I’ll have all their heads.”

“Can you really curl your hair with your finger? I see Uma and Sofi do it all the time…maybe it’s just a girl thing.”

Their thoughts began to slow down enough for me to thoroughly listen to them. “You guys don’t need to check on me, I’m fine. I’m more than fine.” I stood up straight and wiped some dust off my shoulders before sitting next to Gil and Uma on the sofa. “Also, Gil, Uma and I don’t curl our hair with our fingers. Our hair is just naturally curly. If you wanna curl your hair so badly, I can give you a ride to Lady Tremaine’s.” Gil’s perked up, confused brow caused a small rise of laughs throughout the room. The thoughts in the room began to quiet down as I slowly gained control over my magic again, putting the minds of others in the background of my brain. As we all grew adjusted to the elixir and its effects, Facilier poured the final scoop of the elixir into the vial and corked it shut as he handed it to Uma. 

“Keep this close with you. The elixir ain’t permanent. You may need this if those Auradon bastards come at you with something strong.” As he saw Uma slip it into her jacket pocket, he walked over to me and glared at me sincerely. “I don’t know what kind of second thoughts you may be having, but you’re going through with this. If not for me, then for Mateo. He would’ve wanted you to keep going.” 

I thought back to the moment that I knew Mateo was going to be a really close friend. It was the same day I had gotten attacked by the wolf cub. I sat alone in my tent, attempting to dress my wounds with palm leaves and hold back the pained sobs when those attempts had failed. Suddenly, I heard the flap of my tent wave open. “I heard someone’s got some new battle scars..can I see them?” I kept my mouth shut and attempted to close him off, knowing that the second I said a word, tears would rush down my face. “I brought something from the med tent that may take the edge off. Do you want it?” I turned and nodded my head, still keeping quiet to keep too much ‘weakness’ from peeking through.

As Mateo dressed the wounds correctly and sprinkled on some healing pixie dust, the pain from the wounds began to subside excluding a small sting from the pixie dust. But the emotional pain, the ping in my chest from my own father telling me I could never be a leader, that’s what was hurting me the most. “Mateo…do you think I made a mistake?”

“Made a mistake? Doing what?”

“Choosing to age, to grow up. I thought it would help me become stronger, faster, smarter. But I don’t think it’s doing any of that. I couldn’t keep a wolf cub off of me!” A shred of my anger began to shine through as everything my father had said came rushing back.

“Well, to be fair, your hands were a little full with all of that fox meat. Pan probably should’ve sent someone out with you.” Mateo chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood as he always did.

“It’s not funny! I couldn’t fight off a wolf cub, my swordfighting is total shit, this new magic I’ve been developing lately is completely out of control…I can’t do anything! What if my dad is right? What if I’m just not fit to be a leader?” As Mateo dressed the last bite mark, he shifted closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in for comfort.

“Okay, your swordfighting isn’t the best. And yeah, you’ve got some new powers that you don’t really know how to control yet. But, who threw a dagger so far and so well that it pushed an apple off of Reggie’s head and into a tree?”

“…I did.”

“And who taught Felix how to use the tidal waves to tell if a storm was coming?”

“…I did.”

“And who saved a Lost Boy’s life by catching an arrow that was heading straight for them with her bare hand?” That Lost Boy was him. My dad was angry and drunk and thought killing him would be a good way to piss off Facilier and get a good bloodbath going. But something in my gut clicked fast enough to move Mateo out of the way and catch the arrow to prevent it from hitting anybody else. It could’ve killed me, but I didn’t care.

“I did.”

“So you have some things you need to improve on. That’s fine. But do you know what you’re best at, Sofi? Your strongest skill is helping the other boys. Whether you’re keeping them happy, keeping them safe, or helping them grow in the areas that they need improvement. You never back down on an opportunity to help the Lost Boys. If that’s not a sign of a good leader, I don’t know what is.” 

As my mind came back to the present day, I realized that I shouldn’t be having any sort of second thoughts about this plan. Succeeding in making Mal suffer and taking over Auradon would not only be giving the Lost Revenge crew the potential and inclusion they deserve, but it would be avenging the deaths of everyone I’ve ever cared about. It’d be another instance of me not backing down on an opportunity to help those I loved. This plan will prove that I am, in fact, a good leader. As I watched Facilier pack up his satchel and begin to leave the room, I stood and shouted towards him. “I’m going to make him proud, Doc. I promise.” At the sudden yell, Harry, Uma and Gil all stood to listen. “We were all brutally wronged by Auradon. Their system has been suppressing us, starving us, killing us for far too long! Tomorrow, we will take Auradon into our hands and give every single kid on this Isle the chance they deserve! If we have to spill some blood to do it…then let the blood spill. Rest up, everyone. Because tomorrow, we fight!”

Since I’ve noticed a bit more activity and requests on this blog (which I’m verygrateful for btw) I decided to make a masterlist so that everything’s a bit easier to find!

* = smut

bold=angst/extra sensitive topics covered

italics= fluff

() on a multi-chapter/fic = W.I.P

MULTI-CHAPTER/FICS

(Evil Karma)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6*

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

ONE-SHOTS

A Sea Three Halloween (poly!Sea Three)

On the Road (poly!Sea Three, modern!AU)

Fiery and Frozen* (poly!Sea Three)

Not So Devilish Pirate* (poly!Sea Three)

HEADCANONS/MISC.

Poly!Sea Three Headcanons (pretty self explanatory)

Gil x Harry Headcanons (my first request!!)

Poly!Sea Three Headcanons Modern!AU (poly!Sea Three High School!AU headcanons to go with my Modern!AU oneshot)

Evil Karma - Chapter 11

Chapter 12345678910

Word Count: 1,726

Summary: Sofi and Gil give the exciting news to Uma, but certain feelings that were once hidden can’t be held captive for long.

Pairings: Platonic!Gil x OC, a tiny bit of OC x Uma, mentions of Harry x Uma and Harry x OC I guess?

Rating: PG (sorry, I had to type this on my school computer)

Warnings: None

Tags:@descendantofthesparrow@newtshairdryer@batmanwearsabowtie and anybody else interested!

Authors Note: THIS GIF IS NOT MINE BUT I COULDN’T FIND WHO MADE IT I’M SO SORRY!

Gil and I finally arrived back at the Chip Shoppe, the two of us slightly out of breath from running so fast and so far. He looked to me, a beaming smile on his face. He had gotten to the restaurant’s doors mere seconds before me. He won this time. “I knew it! I knew I’d win!”

I softly laughed along with him. “Yep, looks like I’m the bucket of shrimp this time.” Gil turned his gaze to the Lost Revenge, getting ready to run again. “Not so fast there, Gil. Don’t you think now would be a good time to tell Uma?” He slightly cocked his head to the side, confused and minisculely unaware of what I spoke of. “You know…about Ben?” I lowered my voice to keep the King’s arrival a secret from some of the lower leveled members of the crew. They would know soon. But for now, this had to stay between the higher ups.

“Oh! Yeah! I’ll go tell her!”

“Easy, Gil. I’m coming with you!” It was hard not to smile around Gil. While it was nearly unheard of to see a villainous side of him, his sunshine-like attitude was impossible to be extremely upset with. His undying loyalty and easy excitement was something I had valued and admired since the day I first met him.

The Chip Shoppe was especially busy tonight. Pirates and outcasts and wicked sidekicks alike all came in for their share of grub. A small part of me beamed when I saw Uma setting down a tray of food not too far away from me. She gave a soft and playful smile as we made eye contact and walked her way over to Gil and I. “Hey, Sofi! I’m glad you’re back.” She looked down at her bright blue timepiece, one made with a similar design to my bronze one. “Five more minutes and Harry would’ve sent the boys after you.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Harry must have told her. “So he told you?” I asked, looking next to me to see Gil nearly bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Yeah, he told me. I wouldn’t have let him make a scene like that, though. As strong and protective as he can be, he’s not the Captain. I think there are moments where he forgets that we are just as strong as he is.”

“If not stronger,” I joked, gently nudging her on the shoulder. “He hasn’t seen me fight yet.” Gil impatiently tapped my shoulder, urgently waiting for me to bring up the good news. “But, Harry’s craziness aside, Gil has some very very important news for you.” I gently pushed him forward, watching from the sidelines like a proud mother at her son’s first baseball game. Uma rested her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, patiently waiting for Gil to speak.

He stood back, almost nervous of what he was about to say. I peered over to him expectantly. Uma wouldn’t be happy with either of us if we came with the premise of important news only to have nothing to follow said premise. “Well, Sofi and I were getting some eggs down at Yzma’s stand and…we ran into someone. Someone really really important.” Uma leaned in closer, like a little kid learning a very special secret. Gil pulled the three of us closely into a huddle before he whispered. “King Ben is on the Isle of the Lost. Carlos, Jay, and Evie came with him, too.”

Uma’s eyes lit up as she stepped back from the huddle and jumped in the air with a shout. I don’t know why, but seeing her this happy gave me this odd, warm feeling in my stomach. The kind of warm feeling you’d get from drinking hot chocolate on a cold day or snuggling into a thick blanket after a long day. “Oh my god! Sofi, you were right! Oh my god, this is gonna be so perfect!” She tightly embraced me, nearly lifting me off the ground in her excitement. Despite Uma being shorter than me, she was definitely the strongest girl in the crew. I chuckled softly, barely able to breathe as she nearly suffocated me with her touch. We soon separated, Uma’s mind darting a million miles an hour. “Well we need to go find him! Go get Gil, tell him to capture the beast. I’ll have you and Harry send a little message to his entourage of posers.” Go get him? I turned around to see that Gil had darted out the old, green doors of the Chip Shoppe. He didn’t hear Uma’s orders, and he wasn’t necessarily smart enough to infer them. Something was off.

“Yeah, I’ll go get him. Wait…what message?”

“Harry will pass it to you. Mal’s gonna take a trip to the Shoppe tonight.” She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, daydreaming about all the ways this plan could go wickedly. I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and walked out the doors.

Gil didn’t go too far. He sat on the edge of a long pier next to the ship, looking out at the dark, clouded skies that always draped over the Isle. He looked straight forward, lost in thought. I quietly sat next to him and joined him as he looked out at the ocean in front of us. “That was a hasty exit you made there. Uma thought you were leaving to hunt the beast.” I mumbled jokingly, only receiving a soft and solemn hum in response. It wasn’t until I looked away from the ocean that I met the upset look in his eye. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

“Gil, is everything okay? You seem upset about something.”

“How do you do it?” He asked, his voice in a rare deep tone. He kept his gaze towards the edge of the pier, not wanting to meet my gaze. I was incredibly confused. Did he need help with something? Something I was apparently good at?

“How do I do what, Gil? I can’t read your mind, remember?” I held back a joking chuckle. Something really did seem wrong, and I had a little voice in the back of my head telling me Gil wasn’t in the mood for jokes. He turned to me, a shade of repressed anger biting at his expression.

“What I’ve been wanting..what I’ve been trying to get for the past 8 years, you somehow managed to get in months. You’re sure your magic doesn’t work here? Or are you just so hard to resist?” If I weren’t mistaken, I would’ve thought that Gil had just bit at me. Not with his teeth, but with his words. I looked up at him, wanting to hear more yet not sure if he would give me more. I’ve never known why, but I’ve always had this thing with seeing the fire rise in people’s eyes. Some people, like Harry and Uma, carry that fire wherever they go. But people like Gil, who usually carry a sweet and sunshiny disposition, only show that kind of fire when they’re angry.

“You’re angry with me, aren’t you, Gil?” I asked, quiet and subtle. Raising your voice to someone who was unusually upset is a recipe for disaster. This is especially true when it comes to boys, as they repress their emotions so much that when they come out..it can be dangerous. Gil stood abruptly and began to storm off before he turned back and stared at me with his teeth gritted together.

“You know what, Sofi? Maybe I am! Look, you’re smart. You’re a hard worker and I’m glad you’re on the crew. But if Uma’s going to have a second ‘first mate’ it should be me! I went to Uma’s crew when my own brothers were making me feel like I didn’t belong. My own dad made me feel like a disappointment every day! But when Uma and Harry found me, I realized that maybe I did belong somewhere. I feel like I belong with them, but you came out of nowhere and took that from me!” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t taken aback by his words. I stood up and walked over to him, careful not to show any hostility as that might scare him off or even cause a fight.

“Are you jealous of my relationship with Harry and Uma? I mean, if you are, it’s okay. I just… I didn’t think you were into girls.”

“I’m not. And I…I guess I have had certain thoughts about Harry. But that’s not what I’m upset about. I came to the Lost Revenge because my family excluded me from everything. I wanted to be a part of something. And I was..until you showed up. All Uma and Harry have been asking me to help with is cleaning the back of the kitchen since you got here. I know the three of you are planning something for Mal and Ben and all the others…and I feel like I deserve to be a part of it.” I cocked my head to the side and smiled. He was right. Gil was the strongest on the crew. He could easily chuck both Harry and I over his shoulder if he wanted to. Muscle is always something useful when trying to take over the world.

I shrugged my shoulders and spoke. “Okay. I can talk to Uma about letting you in on the plan. You were third in command before I came, that shouldn’t be taken away from you. Besides, someone’s gotta hunt the beast down before we tie him up. What better person than you?” His anger began to subside, but that fire in his eyes still glowed. “Uma sent me out here to tell you that she needs someone to hunt Ben down and knock him out long enough to bring him to the lower deck of the ship and tie him up. Do you think you could do that?” He nodded, growing mischievously playful at the idea of kidnapping someone.

I began to walk off and heard his steps come up behind me. They were slow at first, wary of trusting the task he was about to take on. But eventually, he returned to that skippy glide that the pirates knew and loved.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Hey guys! I promise I haven’t totally given up on this blog yet. The holidays are a very busy time for me and I really hope you all can understand that. That being said…

I HAVE ANNOUNCEMENTS!

1. I am currently working on Chapter 11 of Evil Karma and am going to try my best to have it up by next Monday
2. I am also working on TWO Sea Three smuts (one requested, one that I just felt like writing since it’s getting cold outside) and will also try to have those done in time for the holidays.
3. I’ve been listening to a LOT of music lately and have been debating on whether or not I should make little “playlists” for Huma, Sea Three, Harry, Uma, Gil, etc? Let me know what you guys think.

OKAY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!