EVERYBODY wants to keep the child. Lots of Guest users! :) hopefully all of you can tell which ask im answering XD
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Guest: Louie checks out of the hospital in this chapter :D
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Flenners fanfics: I feel the same way! Like I can't see Loubby or Huebby and especially Lena x Webby. They have better chemistry as best friends. It just seems wrong.
Guys, I'm so happy that it was revealed that Huey has Autism in Astro B.O.Y.D. I was tearing up. A kids show managed to make me tear up.
37 lets do it!
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Huey, Lena, and Violet walked up the steps to McDuck Manor, smiling at the thought of Louie getting discharged tomorrow. As they opened the door, however, they came upon a very disturbing sight.
Ms. Beakley and the Reaper were on the opposite sides of the room, yet Beakley's glare could be felt across the entire manor, her hate filled gaze directed at the robot, who in turn was scowling at her back, though it seemed only annoyed, like Beakley was a mosquito biting it. Sitting at the stairs were Dewey and Webby, whose heads were moving side to side, looking at Beakley for one second before turning to look at the Reaper and repeat, their faces filled with anxiety.
Beakley looked like she was about to go on a rampage against Reaper when Della finally intervened, holding Beakley back.
"22, this isn't the time to fight!"
"Like hell it isn't!" Beakley shouted, pointing at the robot. "That robotic bastard has been fiddling with my hidden gadgets, hidden them from me, been spying on everyone in the mansion, and has been talking to my Granddaughter!"
Della continued trying to calm Beakley down as the three newcomers walked to their two friends.
"What happened?" Huey asked, concerned.
Webby shrugged. "Reaper was caught grabbing one of Granny's tasers and admitted that he has found all of her secret gadgets she hid across the entire mansion and has moved them to 'more secure' locations. Granny is of course furious at this."
"That's only this time" Dewey muttered as Beakley finally looked like she wasn't going to charge at the robot, only to continue to glare at it. "For the past few hours, it seems Beakley is finding any excuse to shout and attack Reaper."
"Why? I'm sure she can take it, so why find an excuse for it?" Lena asked.
"Because she wants to justify her fight by finding a reason that the Reaper has broken its agreement," Webby started to explain as Della convinced Beakley to leave the hall. "As for why she wants to fight it, I think she's scared of how risky it is having the robot here and that she believes it's going to turn on us in an instance. And also that she thinks that the Reaper will be a bad influence on me."
"Bad influence?" Violet repeated, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Reaper knows Webby's dad, so he's agreed to tell Webby everything about him," Dewey stated, causing the three to gasp. "Beakley thinks that the Reaper is going to manipulate Webby through his tales of her dad. Honestly, he's been pretty... honest about the life her dad lived so far, or so we think."
"We've only talked once, so I haven't heard much of the story yet." Webby stated, a bit sad at that.
Their discussion was interrupted by Della walking up to the Reaper and pointing her finger at its chest as they discussed something through whispering, before finally Reaper nodded and Della walked towards the teens.
"Sorry about that, everyone," Della said with a forced smile. "We just had to defuse a dangerous situation before it could blow up in our faces."
"You do realise that either Reaper will antagonise Granny again, or she'll find an excuse to try to fight him?" Webby pointed out.
They all looked at the Reaper, who just shrugged at the statement. "I will neither confirm nor deny your accusation. However, if I did in fact antagonise her, it wouldn't be for her to fight me."
"Ignoring that statement," Della spoke out quickly, "I've arranged that while Reaper tells the History of Henry to Webby, he'll have to abide by the … I can't remember how long 22 set the timers, but you'll only have that amount of time to listen. Plus, could all of you, plus Louie when he comes out of hospital, listen as well, just so Webby isn't alone. Also, make sure you only say private stuff out of the manor. That thing can hear everything in here."
"What do you mean by everything?" Huey asked, anxiously.
Dewey blushed. "He may have heard me and Webby a couple of times…"
Webby blushed. The other teens instantly stiffened at this. Huey and Violet shared a knowing look.
"Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time at my house then." Violet said, before realizing that Della was there with them, blushing heavily from embarrassment.
"Pity, I was interested in hearing the differences between how you two, Dewey and Webby, and Steelbeak and Black Heron act during their sexual activities."
Everyone either coughed from shock or just stood there, stunned at what the Reaper just said.
"Heron... and Steelbeak?" Webby whispered.
Reaper nodded. "Indeed, but that is a story for another time." It turned to walk away, to the outside world. "For the next part of Henry's story, I'll rendezvous with the five of you in the living room tomorrow at 2.00 PM."
"Where are you going?" Della asked, suspicious.
"To pay my respects." was all he said before walking out of the mansion.
Dewey quickly caught up to him.
"Uh, Reaper…? About your advanced hearing… could you maybe switch it off? Just for the night! It's a little embarrassing, and it's probably uncomfortable for you to hear." Dewey squeaked.
Reaper nodded. "Alright, Dewford. Though I cannot feel uncomfortable."
Dewey blushed. "T-thanks."
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Violet gently unlocked the door to her house and stepped inside. It was late, and she didn't want to wake her parents up.
"Really Anthony? What will our daughter think?!" she heard her mother snap.
From the foyer, Violet winced. Her parents rarely fought.
"You don't keep these types of things from your wife, Anthony!" Mrs. Sabrewing said angrily.
"What is going on?!" Violet demanded, barging into the kitchen.
Her mother scoffed. "Why don't you ask your father?"
Violet narrowed her eyes at her dad.
"Dad, what happened?" she asked neutrally.
"It's nothing, Violet," Mr. Sabrewing growled, though most of his frustration was directed at her mother. "Go to your room."
"She's eighteen, not eight!" Joanne snapped. "She deserves to know!"
"Know what?!" Violet demanded.
"Know that your father is gay!" her mother said coldly.
Under different circumstances, Violet would've been thrilled that somebody was coming out, but all she felt was confusion. Her dad was gay? That was perfectly fine, but why did he stay married to a woman for all these years? And why did he never feel comfortable enough telling them? So many questions rang throughout her head.
"What?" Violet asked.
Joanne growled. "I was cleaning out the attic when I saw love letters from high school, only your father didn't write me any letters. Turns out, they were from an old classmate, Tyrian, and he wrote them to your father while we were still dating."
Mrs. Sabrewing angrily slammed a piece of paper down on the kitchen counter.
"And get this," her mother sneered. "He replied to them! Anthony, this is cheating! You cheated on me!"
"I was… flattered!" her dad stammered, struggling for an answer. "I had to reply!"
"Oh, you did more than that. From the looks of these letters, you've cheated on me multiple times." Joanne sneered.
"Joanne!" Anthony said desperately.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Violet and I are going to my mother's house first thing tomorrow morning!"
Her father's eyes narrowed. "You're not going anywhere."
"Yes we are. Violet, pack your bags."
Anthony furiously picked up a glass, and threw it at her mother. Violet immediately pulled her aside before she got hurt.
"Dad, what the hell!" Violet snapped.
With lightning speed he hurled another glass at his wife. With equally quick reflexes, Joanne ducked, and the cup shattered against the wall behind her. Violet wasn't so lucky. Some pieces of the glass embedded themselves into her arm and side. Tears welled in her eyes, and Violet bit her lip from crying out in pain.
"STOP IT ANTHONY!" Mrs. Sabrewing exclaimed, rushing to help Violet up.
She extended her hand and Violet grabbed it. They both gasped when they realized Violet's hand was covered in bright red blood.
"Look what you've done!" Mrs. Sabrewing said angrily, gesturing to the bleeding cuts on both of Violet's hands and arms. "When will you stop hurting your family?"
"She's fine," Mr. Sabrewing shot back. "It was her own fault!"
Mrs. Sabrewing spat. "Well I'm leaving, and I'm taking my daughter with me."
"You will do no such thing!"
"Watch me," Mrs. Sabrewing said spitefully, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Anthony tried to follow, but Violet swiftly kicked him in the crotch. Her father's face puckered up in pain and he dropped down onto his knees.
Violet and her mother managed to get away, and make it to McDuck Manor.
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After explaining what had happened to Scrooge, he immediately called 911 on Anthony. He told Violet and Joanne that they could stay at the Manor for however long as they'd like. Huey was about to kill Anthony himself when he saw Violet's injuries, but Violet managed to cool her boyfriend down.
They were in the bathroom where Huey was taking care of her.
Violet turned the sink on and ran her arm under the cool water until most of the bleeding had stopped. Huey pulled out a first aid kit from the bathroom closet and took out some gauze and antibiotic ointment. Violet grabbed a towel and cursed when she found another piece of glass embedded in the wound.
"Stop it, Violet, you're going to hurt yourself," Huey softly scolded as Violet tried to dig the shard out. "Plus, you didn't even wash your hands. That's gonna get infected," Huey said, running his own hands under the sink.
"Just patch me up, Hubert." Violet sighed.
Violet slowly pulled off her sweater and winced when she felt some of the glass be pulled out with it. She looked down at her right side and noticed that she had
several cuts, and saw a few shards of glass still embedded in her skin, and felt dizzy. She grabbed onto the sink with both hands to steady herself. Blood ran down her right arm, and she held it up, startled to see even more cuts there.
Huey's eyes flashed angrily.
"How'd he do all this?" he asked, pouring alcohol on the wounds.
Violet gritted her teeth when she felt the sting. "He threw a couple of glasses at me. I hope no one comes to my house. It most certainly looks like a murder scene," Violet joked, but Huey didn't smile.
"That's not funny," Huey shook his head, still fuming.
"Well, I thought it was a clever way to lighten up the mood," Violet said stubbornly.
Huey shook his head and continued to patch Violet up. He took some tweezers and pulled the remaining shards of glass out of her hand. Next, he got a few clean towels and used them to stop the rest of the bleeding. He used a large patch to cover her injured side, and secured it with medical tape.
"Where is she?" Webby asked, barging into the bathroom, Dewey right behind her.
"I'm okay." Violet tried.
She took in the sight of her best friend covered in bandages and seethed.
"I'm going to kill your dad!" Dewey snapped.
"Guys, I appreciate it, but no. He's going through a lot right now. He just needs to be left alone."
Dewey sighed. "So he's gay?"
"That wouldn't normally be an issue." Webby frowned. "But after being married to a woman… no wonder your moms mad."
"Him being gay isn't the issue," Violet said. "But the way he handled the topic was horrible."
"It doesn't matter," Huey said firmly. "I'm not letting you go near him." his voice cracked with emotion.
Violet pulled him in for a hug and gently kissed Huey. Webby and Dewey smiled and left the bathroom.
Huey swiftly scooped her up into his arms bridal style, and carried her. Once inside his bedroom, Violet placed her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath her fingertips. Looking up into his eyes she felt her heart seize with emotion—the way his hair was always messy underneath his hat, the way his eyes bored into hers, the way his smile always made her feel weak in the knees. She was crazy about him. Leaning forward she closed the distance between them, her arms moving to wrap around his neck. Huey slowly closed his eyes as he returned her kiss with equal passion. Moving one of his hands up, he cupped her face as he hungrily kissed her..
"Do you want to…? You're still hurt."
"Yes. I need this, Huey. I need to take my mind off all this." she murmured.
Huey gained a new sense of confidence at these words. Moving forward he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. Pressing his lips on hers and roving the kisses down to her collarbone he moaned against her skin.
She couldn't help melting at his touch, His soft moans were sending shivers down her spine. Violet moaned at the feeling of his lips on her body. Pushing him back onto the bed she moved to straddle him, her lips pressing against his as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Huey pressed her yo against the wall and slid her sweats down her toned legs. She moved her head up to softly nuzzle his neck with small kisses, as he began to undo the strings on her underwear. Slowly Violet backed up to pull off the now loose underwear. Slipping it down around her ankles, she kicked it off. Huey couldn't believe just how beautiful she looked. The way her curly hair cascaded around her back and breasts drove him insane. Her stunning eyes looked down in embarrassment as her face turned a shade darker.
She was absolutely gorgeous.
Stepping closer to him, her hair swaying behind her with each step, she moved in to press her lips to his once more. Cautiously, Huey placed his hand on her breast, giving it small squeezes as he listened to make sure Violet was enjoying this. Apparently she was. Violet moaned against his lips as she grabbed his other hand, pressing it to her behind. She let out a small growl as she bucked her hips towards his..
Picking her up with ease he peeled the covers of the bed back placing her onto the sheets. She had no idea just how attractive she was. Moving down to kiss her, his hands ran through her hair, as. Huey's fingers moved downwards towards her entrance, parting the lips as he kissed her hungrily.
"Oh Huey... " Violet purred softly as his fingers entered her.
He rolled a condom on his throbbing length and gave her a glance. She smiled and nodded. He smiled, lacing his fingers around hers before slowly entering her, the feeling of her slick walls surrounding him in its warmth. Pushing his hips in he listened carefully to make sure he wasn't hurting her. Violet let out a whisper of a moan, as she grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss. Letting out a growl of determination, Violet wrapped her leg around him and twisted them around so that she was on top. His eyes widened as her own looked down at him with a sultry gaze. Splaying her hands on his chest, she raised her hips up before thrusting down, causing herself to let out a cry of pleasure. Huey groaned, throwing his head back as she continued this motion, herself breaking into pants.
"F-fuck…" he husked as his hands found their way to her hips, moving with her as her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Violet laughed as she bent down, still moving her hips, to place a heated kiss on his lips. Huey smirked up at her before sitting up quickly, him supporting her behind as he flipped her onto her back, himself on his knees.
He began to set a slow, sensual rhythm with his thrusts. Violet reached up, pulled him down so he was against her chest and wrapped her arms around his back as he pushed into her again and again. Raking her fingernails across his back, leaving faint markings, she couldn't help the breathy words from escaping her lips.
"Oh fuck... Huey…"
His grin was huge as he heard these words. Pressing kisses just behind her ear she gasped.
"Harder, Huey! Please…" she begged.
Huey did just what he was told. Speeding up, he lifted her hips allowing himself to go even deeper.
A warm feeling began building up within him, and he knew that she was close as well, by the way his name and curses kept tumbling from her lips. Sitting up, Huey helped her get comfortable on his lap. Violet raised on her knees, rocking into him, the rhythm they had before long forgotten as they let every care go. Closing the distance between each other's lips, they began to synchronize together as they felt their sweat mingling. Violet shuddered as he ran his hands up her sides, stopping at her face to deepen their kiss. Suddenly she arched her back as Huey felt her muscles tighten around him, Violet let out a very loud moan.
"Huey!"
Thrusting into her faster, desperate to finish with her, he finally let out a loud groan as he released all of his tension.
"Vi... " he moaned weakly as he fell back, his head hitting the pillow.
Violet giggled, taking the previously discarded blanket and pulling it up over them. Wrapping her arms around him she sighed and nuzzled his shoulder. Huey moved to wrap his own arms around her in return, careful not to disturb any of her injuries.
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Louie was discharged from the hospital early that morning, and he was shocked to learn about Violet. The gang sat around the triplets bedroom after enjoying Ms. Beakley's breakfast.
"I'm glad you're okay, Vi." Louie frowned.
Violet just sighed.
"So your dad's gay?" Lena asked.
"I don't know… I feel awful." Violet sighed.
Dewey felt a spark of anger. "Why do you feel awful? You're not the one who threw glass at your family."
"Because… he's had feelings for this guy, Tyrian, for all these years but he still stayed married to Mom. I feel bad that he wasn't comfortable to tell my mom that he has feelings for men."
Huey rubbed her shoulder. "It'll all work out."
Violet sighed. "I'm going to see him."
"Violet…" Huey tried.
"No, Hue. I want to face him."
She pointed at Louie. "And you're coming."
Louie nodded. "Okay."
"Louie's still hurt. I'll go with you." Lena tried, but Louie shook his head.
"I'm fine. I'll go with Violet." he said.
Dewey pulled Violet aside.
"Violet, Huey won't like this." Dewey whispered.
"I don't require Huey's permission to talk to my father." she said evenly.
"I know that, but he said he doesn't want you going near him." Dewey murmured.
"He's my boyfriend, not my parole officer." she snorted.
Dewey couldn't help but chuckle, and Violet gently cupped Huey's face.
"I'll be back soon." Violet said, softly kissing Huey.
He sighed, and traced her bandages through the fabric of her shirt. "I know… just be safe."
"I will. I promise. Come on, Lou." Violet said.
She helped Louie to the car. His and Violet's relationship was odd to say the least. They were polar opposites when it came to personalities, with Louie being more social on the matter. He always felt the need to protect her, and she enjoyed his company. He was a good person, and Violet always tended to see the best in him. No matter how many times Louie messed up, Violet always had faith in him.
Violet drove them towards the police station where Mr. Sabrewing was being questioned.
"I'm Scrooge McDuck's nephew, and this is Anthony Sabrewing's daughter. We're here to see him." Louie explained to the officer at the front desk.
The police officer nodded and reached for his walkie talkie. "This is Ray from the front desk. I have Sabrewing's daughter here, she wants to talk to her dad."
There was a static pause, and then another voice, this time female, answered. "He's done being questioned. He's being transferred to Cell Block 7. She can visit him."
Louie thanked the officer, and followed another officer deeper into the precinct. There, locked up in a cell, was Violet's dad. He didn't wear any orange jumpsuit, in fact, she'd imagined the entire thing differently in her head. There weren't two phones and a glass shield dividing them, just a metal frame. He wore the clothes she had last seen him in and he looked sad and disheartened. One officer pulled up two chairs and Louie and Violet sat down.
"Why?" was all that she could ask.
Her father stayed silent.
"Why?!" Violet repeated, this time louder.
Her dad looked up, his eyes filled with pain.
"Dad, I'm proud of you, I really am! Why didn't you tell me before? Why didn't you tell mom?" Violet asked.
Her dad sighed. "It was my junior year… my life was about to change forever."
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Duckburg High, 26 years ago…
"And that's why you should vote for me, Anthony Indigo Sabrewing for class president!" a small, lanky man said.
Instead of receiving applause, the auditorium was dead silent until someone began laughing. Soon enough, the entire audience was laughing, yelling obscenities at Anthony.
"Sure thing, Indy!" a jock sneered. "Right after pigs fly!"
"Who would vote for a nerd like you?!" another classmate, this time a cheerleader, laughed.
Anthony blushed right down to his Adam's apple and ran out of the auditorium, blinking back his tears. He kept running until he reached the football field. Once there, he curled up into a ball and began to cry.
"Indy." a deep voice said behind him.
Indy. His middle name was Indigo, but his classmates had shortened it down to Indy, and it's been one of his nicknames since. Anthony wiped his runny nose, and sniffled, trying to see who had called him. It certainly wasn't his girlfriend Joanne. She was gone for 6 months on a Europe expedition for her archeology class.
"T-Tyrion?" Anthony stammered.
Anthony had known Tyrion for ages, and they had gone to grade school together. He was one of the nicer jocks, and he was huge, towering over Anthony.
"Why are you here?" Anthony asked, hugging his knees.
Tyrion sat down next to him, and didn't make any move to look at him, which Anthony was grateful for. He was sure he looked terrible.
"I came to see you. That was rough." Tyrion muttered, pulling blades of grass from the field, letting it fly away through his fingers. Anthony watched as the blades of grass disappear with the wind, wishing he could do the same.
"I thought you would've liked that entire comedy routine your teammates put on back there," he said coldly. "After all, you're just as much as a jock as those assholes are."
Tyrion finally looked at him, his expression intense. "That's not who I am… and you know that."
Anthony let his words sink in, and he clenched his jaw. "I suppose not. Ever since Joanne left, everything's been shitty. I thought running for Student Body President would help, not make things worse. I miss her. She took care of me."
"I can tell. You've lost weight." Tyrion notes.
Anthony scowled. "Gee, thanks."
"Listen," he frowned. "Those guys back there? This is the highest point of their lives. But not you. I can tell you have a bright future ahead of you."
Anthony remained silent.
"Ever since kindergarten, you've been an overachiever. Just… don't let those guys get to you, Indy."
And with that, Tyrion gently cupped Anthony's face with one rough, calloused hand, but strangely, Anthony didn't feel like pulling away. It felt right. Being near him felt right. Tyrion pressed his slightly chapped lips against his own, and Anthony found himself melting into the gently kiss. He was disappointed when Tyrion pulled away.
"See you later, Indy." Tyrion said, standing up and brushing off jeans.
The moment he left, Anthony buried his face into his hands.
"What did I just do?"
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You know what day it is?
May 3rd.
Happy fucking birthday to my close friend, riverajocabed1. You are an amazing author, and you've been here for every step of OTLTA. I love you to death. AND CONGRATULATIONS ON SECOND PLACE! WOOOOOHOO! YOU ARE OFFICIALLY ABOVE "AN UNEXPECTED ASSAILANT". I may be the King of Ducks, but you, my friend, have officially been crowned "The Queen of Ducks". And who knows? Maybe you'll overthrow me. I'm betting on it. At this rate; you'll reach 200 soon enough! You're already over 120 :D and I'll be here when you do :)))))
Enjoy 20 years :) it's a huge milestone! Love you!
Also guys… this author needs a break. I don't know how long it'll be, but I'll be back soon. I need to take a step back, and it's also so I can fix my sleeping schedule :)
Until next time
—Jordan :)