That was quite a nice break, and I'm glad to be back, you guys :)
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: *sheepishly scratches back of neck* I know, I know people always tell me to take care of myself. But I'm a bit of a workaholic
Let's Dewey It: thank you! :))) have you ever thought about writing?
Guest: Yeah, I'm definitely planning on ending OTLTA with a marriage and maybe pregnancies, but we'll see :)
Boss Teal: Considering Dewey is the one who feels the most connected with his mom, I don't think he was the one who would snap. It was only a matter of time that Huey or Louie snapped, like Louie did in Timephoon. I still get chills when I hear: "I wonder who I got that from."
Orochi: So I tackled number 1 and 4 in this chapter, though it doesn't go into detail about Huey and Violet's shower. I hope that's okay :)
Guest: You know it. And don't worry, he won't randomly explode XDD. Yeah, Della did leave them for adventure which was her mistake. But, everyone makes mistakes. Nobody's perfect. She regrets it. And she was captured by FOWL, so it's not her fault entirely. Mixed feelings, mixed feelings, just like how I feel about her in the actual show
dalek117: Dude, stop reading my mind, I seriously think you're an FBI agent XDD
riverajocabed1: WELL I CHIP THEM BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AS WELL. I loved the draft you sent me, I was rolling on the floor laughing XDDD. And every author deserves a break, so don't you tell me that it'd be "nice to have one". If you need one, then tell your fandom. If they don't understand, then fuck them [in the nicest way possible considering they are still your fans :)] I'm still not sure about Gandra's character yet, I still need to see more of her in the show. So far, I have mixed feelings about her. I don't know if I like her, but I don't hate her either. Louie and Lena are going to be up to plenty of things, don't you worry. And a FEW blood stains?!
Boss Teal (chapter 27): I love his stories too! :)
dewdrop: Don't worry, you guys. I'm alive. I may be a workaholic, but I do exercise and eat healthy regularly :)
creatura726: I LOVE THAT PHRASING! AND YOU HAVE AN AMAZING TASTE IN MUSIC!
Caetlyn27: YOU ALREADY KNOW IM NOT LEAVING MY COUCH XDDDDD
Ninjatana Warrior: Thank you so much! Your work is incredible too. I remember reading "Best Friends". This was a long time ago when I was still a critic rather than an author. I worked with big authors, especially in the SVTFOE fandom, telling them how to improve their stories. Anyways, I was reading your fic, Best Friends, and riverajocabed1's fic Don't Back Down Again, when I realized that I loved this fandom. So, I didn't necessarily "quit" as a critic, but put it on hold. It was thanks to the authors on this site that inspired me to write, so thank you :) As for your requests, I definitely like them. They won't come in THIS chapter, but you'll definitely see them in future chapters :D
Damn guys, 183 already? We're so close to 200 and I haven't even reached 30 chapters yet. You guys are absolutely amazing :)))
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It was Saturday the next day.
Huey groaned. His throat hurt from all his yelling last night.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Violet greeted, holding a glass of water.
He sat up, and the blanket fell off, revealing his muscled body. He blushed when he saw his girlfriend wearing his shirt from last night, and smiled sheepishly at her, accepting the glass of water. The pain in his raw throat subsided a little, and he set the empty glass on his mattress. He pulled Violet onto his lap, and gently kissed her. She set her hands on his bare chest and kissed back, a little surprised.
"I'm sorry." he said, burying his face in her chest, holding her tighter.
"What for?" she asked softly, moving her hands up to stroke his hair.
"I was a mess last night, Vi. If you hadn't come to my room and calmed me down, then I would've…" Huey trailed off, trying to find the words.
"I get it, Hue. You were angry." she murmured.
Huey sighed. "You made me see sense. I promise I'll try harder to get along with Mom."
"I'm so proud of you," she smiled. "I know it'll be hard, but you both need to make an effort."
He nodded. "I will. I promise."
"Good," she smiled. "Now kiss me." she instructed.
After a quick kiss, Huey realized something.
"Hey, my room's clean."
"I cleaned it."
He groaned. "God, Violet, I don't deserve you."
"Huey." she warned.
"Seriously Violet. You're too good for me. You should leave me." he sighed.
"Hubert Duck, if you keep saying things like that, I will leave you," she threatened. "You're mine."
"Okay, okay. You're all mine too." he smirked.
"Good." she grinned.
After a quick makeout session, Huey got up, brushed his teeth, and put on some new clothes. Violet decided to wear a new shirt as well. If she walked downstairs in Huey's shirt, her friends would be all over them, so she opted for one of Webby's shirts. Huey pulled her in for a quick kiss and together, he and Violet went downstairs, only to find Dewey and Louie cuddling with their respective girlfriends on the two couches in the TV Room.
Huey and Violet chuckled. Even they didn't have the heart to wake them up.
"What do you want to eat?" Violet asked him.
"First you gave me a night I'll never forget, then you cleaned my room, and now you want to make me breakfast?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well, you are going to help." she smiled.
"Yes ma'am." he saluted.
After grabbing a few ingredients, the young couple made breakfast. Huey noticed Violet struggling to open the jar of sugar. He smiled and went behind her, placing his bigger hands on top of hers, and with their combined strength, they managed to open the jar.
"Why do you have sugar in a jar?" Violet asked incredulously.
"Cooking is Ms. B's territory. She likes jars, but she closes them way too tight with her brute strength. One time I needed Dewey's help to open a jar of pickles." he laughed.
Violet snorted. "Well, it was a good thing you were here to open it, Mr. Duck."
"Aww, c'mon. You loosened it, Madam Sabrewing." he chuckled.
"Whatever you say, big guy. Now c'mon. Let's finish this up."
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"Mmmm… I smell waffles." Lena moaned when she smelled the delicious aroma.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was eager to jump out of bed and devour those waffles. She wasn't exactly sure where or when she had fallen asleep, but it sure was comfortable.
She froze when she heard a soft snore beside her.
Louie.
They must've fallen asleep together. Louie's strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and his chin was gently resting against her shoulder. She felt his cool breath tickle her neck. She guessed all her squirming had woken him up because he started to stir. She turned around to face him.
"Morning." Lena said sheepishly when she saw his eyes flutter open.
"Morning, Lena." he smiled.
"Sorry," she laughed. "I didn't mean to wake you."
He chuckled softly. "It's okay."
"I guess we should probably get up for the day." she frowned.
"Or we can cuddle for a bit." he suggested.
Lena smirked. "That sounds like a good idea as well."
He laughed, and softly placed a tender kiss on her forehead. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was messy, she had bags under her eyes, and she wore the same clothes for the past day and a half: absolutely stunning.
"I look hideous, I know." Lena frowned when she saw Louie gawking at her.
"No, you look beautiful, Lena. How did I get so lucky with you?" Louie asked, keeping his voice low enough so that he wouldn't wake up Dewey and Webby, who were asleep on the couch not even 2 feet away.
"I think you need glasses." she snorted.
"I think you need to stop telling me I need glasses." he chuckled.
He pressed another kiss on her forehead.
"I really want to kiss your lips right now, but my morning breath is bad."
She giggled. "Let's go fix that."
Together, she and Louie got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
"Lou, I'm gonna shower." Lena said, grabbing some of her clothes that she left at Webby's house.
"Okay." he smiled.
After about 30 minutes, they came back downstairs and breakfast was just about ready. They saw Huey and Violet cleaning up the kitchen, and dozens of steaming waffles awaited them.
"Smells good, nerds." Lena smiled, throwing her arms around them.
Louie chuckled, and began piling his plates with waffles.
"Save some for the rest of us, Louie." Huey chuckled.
"I see someone's in a better mood." Louie grinned, swiping playfully at his older brother.
Huey chuckled and playfully dodged the attack, but he frowned.
"I'm sorry I acted like that. I'm supposed to be setting an example for you and Dewey." Huey sighed.
Louie slung his arm around Huey's shoulder. "Hey, it's no big deal, Hue. You just got mad. It happens to the best of us."
"Still, I'm sorry." he sighed.
Louie scowled. "Stop apologizing, Huey, I'm serious. Now… if you really want to make it up to me, then go make me some coffee."
Huey playfully scowled and went to go make Louie some coffee.
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Eventually, Violet and Lena had to go home, but they promised to visit the triplets soon. Scrooge told them that Della was staying on Donald's houseboat, and Webby suggested that the triplets talk to her.
Everyone glanced at Huey nervously.
"I'm okay, guys." he reassured.
"Okay," Webby smiled. "Let's go."
The triplets and Webby sat around the tiny table while they awaited Della and Donald to arrive. Scrooge and Ms. Beakley accompanied them. Soon enough, Donald and Della made an appearance and Della sat down at the table. Della was on one end, and the four kids managed to squeeze themselves into another.
Silence.
Della's expression was unreadable: she showed no clear signs of forgiveness or love, she just looked stoic, angry, and drained. Louie, however, felt grateful for it. He wasn't sure how to feel about her either. Just because she was his mother didn't mean that she was his mom. Their Uncle Donald has been more of a parent than she would ever be.
Meanwhile, the silent tension made Huey agitated. Everyone was afraid that Huey and Donald would lose their tempers again, but both seemed to be taking deep breaths.
"We're glad you're back, Mom." Dewey said to Della, surprising everyone.
"I'm glad to be back, boys." Della said, grateful that someone had started the discussion.
"It's just that we're not used to having a mom. None of us are." Dewey said, gesturing to his brothers and Webby.
"Boys," she began. "I'm so so sorry I couldn't be there for you guys! For the past 18 years I kept thinking about you guys, and how much I missed you three! How I missed your first word, your first steps, your first everything!" Della said, tearing up.
The triplets pouted, and started tearing up themselves. It was Della's fault, but nobody was perfect—everyone made mistakes. Louie let out a choked sob, and Webby rubbed his back.
"Now look at you guys! You're almost men. You've grown so much, and I wasn't there to see it! I regret going on that damned rocketship!" Della snapped, slamming her fist on the table.
Donald tentatively put a hand on her shoulder.
"Mom, it's okay. You're back now." Dewey smiled.
Della smiled at Dewey, but Huey frowned. Della sighed, and looked Huey in the eye.
"I understand why you were mad last night, Huey, I really do. I just want you to know, I'm here now. And while things might be different, I'm willing to give it a chance if you are." Della said, getting up, and opening her arms out for a hug.
"We're willing to give it a chance too, Mom." Huey finally said.
He stood up and gave his mother an awkward hug. Webby and Dewey immediately flung herself onto her.
"You probably have no clue who I am, but god, I love you already." Webby said, snuggling against her chest.
Della simply laughed. "You're Webby Vanderquack. 22's granddaughter and Dewey's girlfriend."
Dewey blushed and Webby beamed.
Della frowned when she realized that one of her kids was still sitting down.
"Louie?" Dewey asked, concerned.
"I…" Louie trailed off, trying to find the words.
"You need time to think about this, and I completely understand that." Della said.
At this, Louie smiled, and tentatively joined the hug. Donald, Scrooge, and Ms. Beakley started to tear up themselves.
"This is getting too sappy." Louie chuckled, the first one to leave the hug.
"Amen brother." Huey agreed, smiling, leaving the hug, followed by Webby.
Dewey hugged her for a little longer.
"We've got a hugger, everybody." Della chuckled, hugging him even tighter, causing everyone else to laugh.
"Looks like we've got two huggers." Webby giggled.
The day went by fast and the kids hung around Della, eagerly listening to her various moon stories. Louie and Huey were still hesitant around her, yes, but they couldn't avoid forming a relationship with Della. Meanwhile, Huey grew perturbed at the fact that he hadn't made any effort to try and talk to his Uncle yet.
Later that night, Huey went to Donald's houseboat, where he found Donald sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs skimming the water. He was staring down at the clear water, as if it had all the world's answers. The night was young and the moon was full.
"Uncle Donald?" Huey asked timidly.
"Huey!" Donald greeted happily, "I was just about to come see—"
"I don't hate you." Huey interrupted, tearing up.
Donald got up, and started tearing up, himself. He opened his arms, gesturing for a hug, and Huey rushed to him.
"I don't hate you, I swear, Uncle Donald! I swear on my life I don't hate you Uncle Donald. I didn't mean it." Huey whimpered, burying his head in Donald's chest.
Donald's heart shattered when he heard his nephews soft sobs.
"Huey, I forgive you." Donald said.
Huey's head snapped up, angrily. "How could you forgive me so easily?! I thought you were furious with me!"
"After losing my sister for 18 years, I just don't have the heart to hold grudges anymore. Especially against my own family. I could never ever be mad at you kids, no matter how much you three drive me up the wall! I love you too much, Huey."
Huey smiled. "I love you too, Uncle Donald. I mean it."
Donald kissed his nephew's forehead, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Did I do that?" Donald gasped when he saw the bruise on Huey's jaw.
"It's nothing serious, really—"
Donald rubbed Huey's tender jaw, and pulled him into the houseboat. Huey stared at Donald in awe as he pressed an ice pack against his cheek.
"God, Huey, I'm so sorry."
"Me too, Uncle Donald."
They hugged, and Huey snuggled against his Uncle's warm chest.
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Violet had never felt so… aroused.
She was lying on her bed, and kept thinking about what she and Huey did last night. His strong arms, muscled chest, toned abs… she remembered every single detail. She even remembered his scent: he always smelled outdoorsy and refreshing.
Violet began to feel something, something that she couldn't exactly pinpoint, but she knew that it was not like her usual infatuations. She felt her cheeks grow warmer as she remembered how bold and attractive he looked while getting angry. He was so… hot. As she thought back to the way he handled her, she bit her lip, feeling warm in her abdominal region.
She blushed.
She may have done this before, but she had never done it while imagining someone with her. It excited her.
Slowly she lifted her nightgown and pulled down her silk panties.
She was extremely wet. Her face burned as she thought about Huey, on top of her, making love to her. She knew her parents were probably asleep by now, and they wouldn't hear what she was about to do. Slowly she took her fingers and stroked her opening, pulling her lips apart, and placing her middle finger inside of herself. She stroked, letting small moans escape her lips as she leaned back onto the pillows at the head of her bed. Taking her other hand, she reached up and slipped the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder, giving her breast a soft squeeze. She shuddered at the amazing feeling..
"Oh, Huey…" she sighed as her fingers moved within her.
Letting out a purr, she bucked her hips up and moaned. She felt a familiar tingling sensation build up her abdominal region, and her moans intensified.
"H-Huey!" she moaned, as she felt her blissful release.
She took a few deep breaths, blushing.
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It was about 1AM, and the triplets were getting ready for bed. Louie was lazily on his phone, Dewey was doing his nightly pushups, and Huey was jotting down notes in his JWG.
"So," Louie asked Huey, "what happened between you and Vi last night?"
"W-what do you mean?" Huey stuttered, setting the JWG down.
"Don't play dumb. You and Violet definitely did something last night." Dewey grinned, sitting up.
"We just talked," Huey said, a little bit too quickly. "She made me see sense."
"While also making out." Louie muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Huey asked sharply.
"Nothing." Louie smirked.
"Go turn off the light, Dewford. I'm exhausted." Huey said.
"Alright, alright." Dewey grinned, shutting off the light.
That night, Huey dreamy of Violet lying on her bed, her head thrown back against her headboard. Her breast in one hand, and her fingers exploring her body. She moaned his name countless times and then Huey magically appeared. After a heated makeout session, he proceeded to make love to her.
It was beautiful.
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The next day, Webby organized a sleepover.
"I want to do something, girls." Webby mischievously smirked.
"Like?" Violet asked.
Webby grinned. "Tease our boyfriends a little."
Lena smirked. "What do you have in mind?"
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Huey was about to take a shower.
Just as he was about to close the bathroom door, however, someone stopped him with their foot. He frowned, opening the door to find…
"Vi? What are you doing…?" he trailed off when she gently pushed him inside and closed and locked the door behind her.
"You." she answered.
Huey blushed at her word choice, and blushed harder when she slowly advanced towards him. He kept stepping away from her nervously. Her dark eyes were half lidded, and she had a small, seductive smirk dancing on her lips. He took great notice in the fact that he was only wearing a towel.
"Vi," he laughed. "This isn't like you."
He gulped when he hit the bathroom sink. She raked her nails down his chest.
"Nowhere left to run, hmm?" she purred.
Her cool breath sent shivers running down his spine, and he resisted the urge to kiss her.
"V-Violet." he stammered.
"Shh." she said firmly, placing her finger on his lips.
He immediately shut up. Violet motioned for him to sit on the bathroom counter. Huey raised an eyebrow, but did what he was told.
"You," she whispered. "Aren't in charge tonight, Hubert."
She gently took the hair tie out, and let her long dark curls cascade down her shoulder. His eyes widened when she slowly, teasingly began to unzip her hoodie.
"Vi…" he managed.
She ignored him and tossed the hoodie aside. She was now wearing a T-shirt and sweats. Violet faced away from him and slid her shirt off of her toned body. Huey bit his lip, and gripped the counter eyeing her hungrily. The large bulge that was forming in his towel was very noticeable. Violet faced him, and tossed the shirt aside, smirking when she laid eyes on his erection.
He opens his arms to reach her, but she gently smacked his hands away.
"Enjoy the show." she murmured.
He gulped when she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
"I don't know how much longer I can just enjoy." Huey murmured.
She walked over to him, then laid one hand on the inner part of his upper thigh. The tips of her fingers slid underneath the hem of Huey's towel and just barely grazed the shaft of his cock. He gasped at her touch. Desire stirred in his groin as her breath tickled his ear. She dragged one finger down Huey's length before she stood upright.
"V-Violet…" he said shakily.
Finally not being able to stand it anymore, Huey stood up and pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. While kissing her, Huey dragged her into the shower. She felt him smirk against his lips in triumph.
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Louie was about to load up one of his favourite video games until Lena, using her magic, took the controller away from him.
"Hey…" he protested, slightly annoyed.
Both his annoyance and protest died down when he saw his girlfriend standing inside the TV Room, without a stitch of clothing on.
"I could leave." she said, turning around.
Louie immediately stood up, and slammed the TV Room door shut, locking it. Lena smirked.
"You're not going anywhere." he huskily mumbled.
Louie carried her to the couch and roughly kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapping her leg around his waist to pull him closer. He bucked his hips against hers, and she gasped. Louie sat up and threw his hoodie and T-shirt aside, and Lena marveled at his body.
He kissed her neck, making her giggle.
"Being forward, are we?" she asked.
"I can't stand it. I need to be closer to you." he murmured huskily.
Louie crushed his mouth over one of her hardened buds and growled. As he pleasured her, Lena decided to do a little exploring of her own, and ran her hands up and down his bare chest. Then she cheekily went a little lower, curious of what was hiding underneath those jeans. She hooked her finger underneath the band, and dipped it a little lower. Then she put her hand under and ran it over his backside.
"Ooooh," she said, disengaging her lips from his.
"Hey now," he murmured. "Don't get too frisky on me."
"You're the one who's gotten frisky on me!" Lena laughed.
"Oh really?"
Louie parted her legs with his hand as he came back up to rest over her, giving her pecks on the lips. He slid his hand up her thighs and touched one finger to her opening.
Lena jumped at the contact.
She gasped into his mouth and clenched her thighs instinctively. His legs kept hers open and she trembled as he brought his finger out slowly. Louie had a cocky grin plastered on his face as he slid two fingers inside her, enjoying the way her body arched, the little gasps escaping her lips, and her breasts bouncing perkily on her chest. He could feel her slick and tight around his fingers, and the more he moved and pressed the more she gasped and moaned at the contact.
Lena thought it couldn't get any better than that, but Louie sat up and used his other hand to gently rub her on the outside too. He grinned when he knew he had found the right spot, as Lena's moans and jumps intensified. He kept working her, feeling her tighten, and soon something in her began to change, grew desperate, and he worked harder, rubbed harder, felt the need to help her release.
"A-Ah! Louie!" she yelled as she felt her blissful orgasm, but not too loud so that everyone could hear her.
She willed the tingling sensation to go down, and whimpered. Louie gently kissed her, and calmed her down as she eased into the intense orgasm.
He pulled the blanket up, and Lena snuggled into his warm chest.
"I love you." he reminded her.
"I love you more." she giggled.
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Webby and Dewey were calmly lying down on her bed.
She had desperately tried to seduce him, like her friends probably did with their respective boyfriends, but immediately failed.
Webby walked inside his room.
"Hey." he greeted.
Just as she was about to walk towards him, she tripped over Huey's JWG, and fell onto her butt. She glanced up at Dewey, who was trying his best not to chuckle.
Dewey's thumb traced along the lines of her palm, curled over the skin of her wrist and she felt herself shift forward, drawn to him. He lifted her hand higher, gently stroked along her fingers before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of her index finger. Dewey wrapped an arm around her waist, and shifted a knee between hers, holding her steady and she felt limp in his arms, weak with it.
"Are you listening, Webbs?"
She almost whimpered, bit back the sound, and what were they talking about? She couldn't think, concentrate, speak; could only feel the desire spread through her midsection, thick and hot and wet.
"I guess not." he smirked.
She blushed. "S-shut up. Just hold me."
He pressed her hand to his chest where she could feel the pounding of his heart; she lifted her eyes to his, could barely keep her lashes from fluttering while he ran his nails along her forearm, caressed the curve of her elbow, up the line of her bicep but she kept taking him in, the pure need in his eyes, the steely determination. It was exciting to feel so… wanted. She wanted to kiss him; her fingers curled over his chest, her body rising, rising for him but he nudged his face into the curve of her neck.
His lips brushed her skin with every word and she shivered, her legs clamping around his thigh. He kissed her neck, nipped her earlobe and if she didn't feel the rapid rush of his breath from his lungs, she'd worry that he was unaffected, still able to think, his voice so steady while she was practically putty in his arms.
"Let's have some fun." he murmured.
Webby curled her fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck, so soft to the touch, his skin burning beneath it.
"How do you suggest we do that?" she asked, her voice sounding husky even to her own ears.
"Like this."
His mouth traveled a path of tender kisses along her jawline. He nudged his nose to hers; her lips were seeking, needing his but still there was space, too much space with just his breath caressing her mouth.
Webby rose into him, and she could not take a second more of his teasing; she was aching for him, the blood rushing in her ears, her lips tingling; dying to feel him. Her fingers gripped his shirt, the back of his neck, tugging him over her; her legs tightened around his thigh, her hips undulating impulsively. A low growl raced from his throat, gravely, sexy, and she claimed the sound with her mouth.
"God, Dewey." she moaned.
"Do you… want to?" he asked timidly.
She glanced at him. Was she ready?
She took a deep breath.
"You're not," he answered for her, though he wasn't hurt or confused at all. Merely amused.
"I'm sorry, I just… ugh!" she snapped, frustrated with herself. "Why can't I take that next step with you?! You love me and I love you! Hell, we practically already have sex!"
He grinned. "I guess we'll just have to wait."
She groaned, but he swiftly caught her lips in a kiss.
"So, in the meantime, let's 'practically have sex'." Dewey murmured.
They both laughed when he flipped them over.
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Credit goes to Orochi for requesting these scenes :D
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