Ensnared || Descendants

TWO ~ DAMN PIRATE

Waking up squished between her two favorite girls always brought a smile to Gianna's face. After the disastrous meeting with her mother yesterday, she had been showered with cuddles and reassuring words from Mal and Evie.

If it weren't for them, Gianna was sure she'd have crumbled into a nervous wreck by now.

Luckily, they were always there to lift her spirits when her mother's harsh criticism got her down. Evie had spent the night crafting a new skirt for Gianna, and after convincing herself she could pull off anything, Mal and Evie managed to get Gianna outside to flaunt it.

As she looked around, Gianna couldn't help but notice the admiring and envious glances from those around her. With her striking beauty and impeccable style, she was the most envied girl on the Isle.

The uneven ground was littered with trash, sleeping bodies, and questionable substances. As the light began to filter through the smog, yells and fights erupted across the Isle. The trio sauntered down the streets with a regal air, and people scattered in fear at their approach.

Gianna reveled in the way people shrank back, their awe and envy palpable. Enjoying the chaos, she and her friends stole items from the stalls around them, knowing no one would dare oppose them. They thrived in their wickedness, relishing the power and fear they commanded.

Separating to run their own errands, Gianna and Evie agreed to meet back at their apartment so they could face their mothers together. Thankfully, Jay and Carlos would be there, and Gianna always drew strength from Carlos, the kind son of Cruella.

As she sauntered down the street, Gianna's eyes caught sight of Gil, the lumbering son of Gaston, walking alone. She smiled to herself, picking up her pace. While Gil wasn't feared like some of the other villains' kids—mostly thanks to his father's reputation for being more brawn than brains—Gianna always made sure to look out for him. 

He had a good heart, something that often made him feel out of place, especially with his older brother Garret being the perfect image of their father: stronger, tougher, and completely unbothered by their father's harshness. 

Garret was everything Gil was expected to be but wasn't—at least in the eyes of Gaston. It left Gil feeling like a shadow in his own home, something Gianna, in her own way, could relate to.

"Morning, Gil," Gianna called out smoothly, her voice dripping with her usual seductive charm, though she was always sweet when it came to him.

Gil glanced over his shoulder, his face lighting up with a smile as soon as he saw her. "Hey, Gianna," he greeted, slowing his pace to match hers. "How's the most dangerous girl on the Isle?"

Gianna laughed softly, the sound like velvet. "Dangerous? Me? You must have me confused with someone else." She threw him a teasing smile before fiddling with the Hairbrush pendant hanging from her neck—a replica of her mother's, though it was more habit than any need for trickery when she was around him.

"You're definitely dangerous," Gil chuckled. "But in the best way."

Gianna flashed him a genuine smile, her sultry tone shifting into something softer just for him. "Well, only to those who deserve it." She nudged his arm playfully before glancing up at him with a curious glint in her eye. "So, what's new with you?"

Gil's face brightened. "Actually, I've got some good news. I finally got recruited by a crew."

Gianna's eyes widened with delight. "Really? Who had the good sense to bring you on board?"

Gil puffed out his chest proudly, a rare show of confidence from the normally humble giant. "Uma. I'm part of her crew now."

The rivalry between the Core Five and the Pirates was infamous. It all started when Mal had refused to let Uma join their crew, mocking her with the nickname "Shrimpy" and casting her aside. Furious and humiliated, the daughter of Ursula formed her own gang and vowed to take revenge. Since then, her pirates had become a constant thorn in the Five's side, taunting them, stealing from them, and trying to prove they were the most dangerous crew on the Isle. Being