Yold blig blig: Uh… right. I will do my best to reply :) Yold blig blig will get what he wants, and I'm not sure I understand the rest of your review
Flenners fanfics: I love Batman. I know it's not a joking matter, I've been down that road too
Guest: No, she wouldn't because Della was the one who killed him. She'd blame Della, not Webby.
Caetlyn27: YOU KNOW IM MAKING DEWEY GO THROUGH THE PAIN
riverajocabed1: That, my queen, is what we call a typo. No no! No need to go all analytical on me! Not a metaphor, just a mistake! Maybe it was a ploy to make you read a full rated R scene… nah, I'm kidding. It was a typo XD. I'm not going to kill anyone off yet. Especially not Anthony. His tale just stared. I am getting worried about the length of this story though. It's almost 50 chapters and I don't think I'm close to finished. Anyway, I want people to know that Anthony isn't some stone dick who hurt his family, I want people to know that he's confused, angry, and hurt. I'm not sure why the justice system's like that, and I hate it. Domestic violence cases aren't taken seriously. This is why Stockholm syndrome is so prominent in women who've been through these domestic violence. And the law officials do think that they're going to attempt, but they don't do shit about it. Don't even try to convince me you're a bad speller. Little head? Eat me up daddy? WHAT KIND OF FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?! And no! you don't need to know what that means. My girlfriend has a sense of humour, she laughs at them. She's a big fan of your work. Haha, I saw your sisters review on DBDA, she seemed like an adorable monster. But I love her for exposing you. One glass of wine was all it took? That little duck blurb warmed my heart. Also, the reason I haven't reviewed Heroic yet is because I want to wait until you upload at least 6 chapters so I don't have to wait and anticipate for the next chapter :) I'm sure it's a great story! Hey, I've only passed out like… 6 times
Boss Teal: You reviewed for chapter 4 a few days ago. I love that song!
Guest: No, we have other plans for her :)
Guest: Me too. Still need to write out their argument and we'll see from there :)
dalek117: I'm just happy you reviewed, I got worried you were mad! And you know I love writing heavy hitters. And I'm not saying a word ;)
Guest: You're right about the divorce. I was originally going to keep them how they were because I didn't know Violet had 2 dads, but I got a PM saying I'm against gay people, which was super fun. And yes, the shippers. We assure you we're just good friends, and my gf has a sense of humour, don't worry :)
tbo: Goddamnit tbo… I thought I'd be the one who initiate the sex! I'm kidding! You got my hair colour right, I have jet black hair and blue eyes :)
Guest: it's all over Tumblr :)
40? How?
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It was about midnight, and Louie and Lena were spending the night in the amphitheater.
Louie hefted her against the wall of the and was attacking her lips in a wild frenzy. Her senses kicked into overdrive and she could feel every drop of lust Louie was projecting as his hands pawed over her. She knew he wanted to tear her panties off her body and plunge forward until he couldn't anymore. Lena gasped for air as he pressed into the softness of her belly. The thought sent another white-hot flare of desire surging through her lower region.
She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes as Louie moved his body against her desperately. She moved slightly to take her full weight off of him and he used his free hand to slide under her sweats and into her panties. In one slick motion he slipped her panties aside and two fingers were buried inside her. She gasped and moaned and for the second time he took her breath away, catching in her throat. She moved her hips in time with his hand and her head spun.
He pushed against her harder, cupping a breast firmly with his other hand.
"Don't stop," she whimpered when she felt his hand start to slide away.
"I'm just getting started," Louie growled.
He carried her towards her bed and they laughed.
Louie slid his hand over her thigh, placed pecks and nibbles on the side of her knee. The thrill that spiked up through her stomach originating from her center made her gasp as she felt his arousal press into her through his jeans..
Louie's warm hands caressed her torso, wrapping under her ribs and sliding down her sides and his face was pressing into her softness, he was breathing deep and placing kisses along her skin. She shivered as he reached her navel and kept going. He reached the waistband of her sweats and began removing that too, helping her shift her bottom up so he could slide it away. She was left in black lacy panties and he ran his tongue along the top, then he placed his mouth right in between her legs and blew cool air.
Lena squirmed, gripping the blankets in her hands. Oh that felt incredible. He swirled his tongue around her swollen clit and she whimpered. It was quickly not becoming enough. He was stoking a fire inside her and she felt like she was going to burst if something didn't happen soon.
He slid her last little scrap of clothing down, leaving her in nothing.
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Duckburg High, 26 years ago…
"Tyrion?" Anthony asked timidly.
"What is it, Indy?" The jock paid him no attention, and stayed focused on his football practice.
Anthony watched in awe when Tyrion caught a raging football with ease and threw it back to his teammate, his large muscles flexing as he did so.
Anthony focused himself. "We need to talk."
"About?" Tyrion asked.
Is he serious? Anthony silently thought.
"You know what I'm talking about," he bit out. "Would you like me to say it out loud in front of your fellow teammates?"
That caught Tyrion's attention and he scowled at Anthony. "Coach! I need to talk to Indy about a school project!"
His coach waved him aside and Tyrion followed Anthony into the boys locker room.
"Alright, Indy. What is it?"
Anthony narrowed his eyes. "You kiss me and then you ask 'what is it'?!"
The jock folded his huge arms and rolled his eyes. "That doesn't mean anything."
"Oh yes it does, Tyrion!" Anthony snapped. "Do you think you can just… play with my emotions like that?!"
"You have a girlfriend and I have a girlfriend—"
"Which you knew, yet you still made an advance on me! You, not me!"
"Just forget it." Tyrion muttered.
Anthony sneered. "I will not forget it! Do you… do you have feelings for me?"
"I said forget it." he growled, growing angry.
Anthony, however, was now amused rather than angry. "Oh man, you totally do!"
Tyrion scowled. "I'll seriously kick your ass right now."
"Do it." Anthony smirked.
Tyrion roughly pinned Anthony up against the wall. Just as he was about to sock him across the jaw, Tyrion's eyes widened, and he took in his friends' appearance: he had changed a lot over the years. He was always so thin and scrawny but he was defined. His arms had some muscle. Despite almost being a head shorter than him, and despite knowing that he was outmatched, Indy stood tall and not at all fearful.
In other words, he had fallen heads over heels for his friend.
"Damn it." Tyrion said gruffly.
"I knew you wouldn't." Anthony smirked.
They hadn't moved from their position, which both young men realized was a lot more intimate when there was no fighting.
"This is wrong, Indy."
"We can enjoy it while it lasts," he promised. "I can keep a secret."
"And how long does 'this' last?"
"Until Joanne comes back. Deal?"
Tyrion slowly nodded. "Deal."
Indy pressed his lips against the jocks and he eagerly returned the romantic gesture, quick to deepen the kiss.
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-Present Time-
Beep, beep, beep…
The steady rhythm of the beeping coming from his heart monitor was the only indication that told Anthony that he was alive. He weakly sat up, taking a deep, shaky breath, and rubbed his swollen eyes, startled to see Joanne sitting in the armchair next to his bed. She had fallen asleep, and held one of his books in her hand. Anthony felt a twinge of guilt—this was his wife who he'd been married to for over a decade. Joanne was always supportive of him, always pushing him to write. He hated the fact that he had hurt her. He was even more upset with the fact that his emotions had gotten so out of hand that he hurt his baby girl. He hurt his family, and these were the consequences.
Anthony gently grabbed the book from her hand and whisked it away. It was his first ever novel: It was about a young man who had fallen in love with a princess. After enduring many hardships, they got married, and had a baby girl. The reason the novel resonated so strongly with them because he wrote it right after Violet was born.
He sighed. This family had a happy ending. Why couldn't he?
He had the answer—because he messed up. In the 4 months he secretly dated Tyrion in high school, he had completely forgotten about Joanne. Instead of telling her the truth, he silently suffered with his sexuality for the past 20 years. A decision he regretted terribly, but he knew that he couldn't change the past. The only thing he could do now was try and better his future, for the sake of his daughter and wife.
He leaned back into the pillows, and drifted off to sleep.
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Della quietly walked through the mansion. She wanted to find the robot and tell him off, but unfortunately, he was at Gyro's lab being monitored. At least, that's what she assumed.
She found herself walking inside of the triplets bedroom. It looked like a standard teenage boys room—slightly messy, unkempt, yet homey, and the boys claimed that they knew where everything was. Della walked towards the bottom bunk. She knew Louie and Lena were spending the night at the amphitheater, and that Huey and Violet were spending the night at the Sabrewing household. She knew Dewey and Webby preferred to be alone in her bedroom, and she never interfered.
Della frowned when she saw an oddly shaped lump in Louie's blankets. Why did she feel so compelled to suddenly search his bunk? Did she even have the right to search his bunk? They were barely on an 'I love you' basis! But she felt a sudden urge, which she deduced as her motherly instincts, kick in, and she pried Louie's sheets open, shocked to discover a box of cigarettes along with a lighter.
"Oh my gosh…" she trailed off, stunned.
Della gently grasped her hand around the box, and dropped it instantly when she realized that it was almost empty. She stared intently at the box, where it triggered an old memory.
"My kids hate me." Della complained to her Uncle Scrooge.
Scrooge chuckled softly. "You don't know the kids well. It's going to take some time."
He poured himself and Della a glass of wine.
"I want to know about them. The real them. Who are Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck?" Della asked.
Scrooge sipped his drink. "Let's go in order, shall we? Your oldest, Huey, is fierce and protective, and is extremely proud when it comes to his family. He is a bit of a geek, and likes to do things by the book, not being the most creative. But he makes up for that in the skills department. He's gifted, talented, and the most intelligent out of the three of them. He's smarter than the smarties."
Della slowly nodded.
"Dewey… oh where do I begin? He's just like you, Della. Impulsive, hyperactive, restless. He has a severe case of middle child syndrome, and loves to stand out. Dewey's very creative, and unlike Huey, is much more laid back when it comes to temper. He's brave and loves throwing himself at danger, not thinking through his decisions. At least, he used to be terribly impulsive before he started dating Webby. She kept him in check. He's tougher than the toughies." he said with a small laugh.
Scrooge sipped his wine, and stood up to pour another glass.
"Louie's something else. He can see the angles, he knows what's coming. He's expectant and calm at the same time. His full name, Llewellyn, is Welsh for leader, and that's what he is, but he doesn't realize it. Not yet anyway. He's made some mistakes in the past, and he has a hard time coping with pain. You'll need to take your time with Louie. He and Dewey are sensitive and full of secrets, with Louie being more severe on the matter. He's sharper than the sharpies."
"Has a hard time coping with pain and is full of secrets…" Della muttered to herself, finding more boxes of cigarettes concealed in his mattress. "You don't say."
She turned away and walked away from the room, taking the cigarettes with her.
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It was in the dark of night as Reaper walked through the park. He stopped in the middle of the large oval, next to a statue dedicated to some of Duckburg's original founders. He didn't pay attention to them as he waited.
It didn't take long for whoever he was waiting for to arrive. He immediately noticed her arrive behind him, having emerged from a hidden spot.
"You're late." she said in an almost scolding manner.
Not even moving, Reaper replied, "By 3.5 seconds. And you spent far too long hiding by the lake in the bushes, so you can't talk."
"Ah, but I was here long before you were." He heard light footsteps from behind approach him. "What was it that Steelbeak and Henry tried to drill into us, that you should always survey the meeting spot before the meeting begins, especially if the other suggested the spot."
"Indeed. I'm glad you remember our instructions, as always." A short pause before, "It's good to see you again."
He finally turned around, looking at the female robot standing before him.
If a person was to have just glimpsed the two of them together, it would have seemed like the Infiltrator was just a sleeker, smaller and more feminine version of the Reaper, with much of her body shaped the same way as Reaper himself. But that would be a flawed assessment, one that for many would prove fatal. Reaper's body had been designed for combat, to be the brute force and to store the hidden weapons that had enough firepower to blast his way out of any situation, with stealth being secondary. The Infiltrator was the opposite, her slim form being decorated with stealth systems, allowing her to camouflage herself and the hidden joints all across her body allowing her to fit in compartments and spaces that most would doubt she could fit in. Her body also featured signs of modification, in order to better herself.
"It's good to see you too," Infiltrator's voice softened considerably, and her glowing violet eyes did convey happiness.
"I see you modified your shoulder, again."
Infiltrator shrugged. "No matter what I do, it always seems to act up on some occasions. Plus, I value a bit of protection in case I get caught."
"When has that ever happened?" Reaper commented sarcastically, causing Infiltrator to frown. "I'll have you know that it was only because they were on the lookout for me with that one time in Tibet."
"You know I'll never let you live that down..." Reaper commented, his usual serious tone having faded away, replaced with what seemed like joy.
Infiltrator sighed. "Reaper, why have you called me here? How did you even know I was in Duckburg?"
As usual, she was straight to the point. Reaper looked down for a second before looking straight at her eyes.
"Two nights ago, you mentally attacked Della Duck. I'm here to ask you to stop. Or rather, I'm asking you to ask him to not order you to attack her."
"You know what she did. She killed Steelbeak, even if she was justified in that regard," Infiltrator commented.
Reaper cocked his head. She might not have said it, but he knew his 'sister' well enough to tell that she is reluctant to attack Della. For the most part, she has always been independent, which is why F.O.W.L. assigned her to her current mission seven years ago. A mission that should not have brought her to Duckburg unless…
"Did he order you to attack her, Infiltrator?" Reaper asked.
"Affirmative" Infiltrator replied grimly. "Reaper, he's become obsessed since he was told about Steelbeak. It's bad enough that Heron has been imprisoned for a long time, but this was the final straw. He's either out for blood or to rescue Heron. As his assigned Guardian, I have to follow his orders,in this case torment Della Duck until he can kill her."
Reaper shook his head. "Is there any way to convince him otherwise?"
"I've tried, multiple times. He's stubborn, just like his father."
Infiltrator looked at Reaper dead in the eye. "You know none of us would be in this situation if Rachel Beakley had never even caught Henry's eye… that we would still have a family."
"I know," Reaper said softly. "If only..."
Infiltrator sighed and stood next to Reaper as they looked at the cloudy night. "You know, in a way, Steelbeak has been dead for eighteen years. Or, I should say, the Steelbeak who created you with Henry, then me with Heron. After Henry's betrayal, both him and her were different, as if they were different individuals. It just took the McDuck family to finally give him peace."
"That is... an interesting statement..." Reaper replied, his tone also grim now. "One that I can't really refute all that much. Maybe that's why I remained by his side for so long. To be by his side like Henry was when his time came."
"No", Infiltrator stated. "You stayed by his side because you thought that maybe you could bring back the old Steelbeak by reminding him of Henry. Instead, you became more like Steelbeak. Until now."
Reaper paused before giving a low chuckle. "I guess meeting Henry's daughter has not only reminded me of Henry, but also of what I was like as well."
"Isn't that the same thing?" infiltrator asked. "You were a representation of what if Steelbeak and Henry were the same person, just like I am with Steelbeak and Heron. Only imitations of them."
"No," Reaper snarled harshly. "We're our own individuals. We may have been built by them and influenced by them, but we have evolved into different beings from them. We may have been imitations at the start, but not anymore. Never forget that!"
Infiltrator seemed stunned for a moment before giving a chuckle. After stopping she looked to the side as if she could see something in the distance.
"I'm sick of this cycle of killing and hate in our family," she said. "What should we do about this situation?"
"I'll see what I can do to maybe plant the seeds of reconciliation on the McDuck and Beakley families" Reaper stated. "You should do the same with Henry and Black Heron."
"How can I do that when I don't even know where Heron is," Infiltrator stated in a huff. "Steelbeak never diverged where she was kept, wanting it to be a surprise when he would return with her."
"She's at St. Canard," Reaper said. "When you do go rescue her, please tell her I say hi, and that if she tries to kill the McDuck or Beakley's family, I will have to intervene on their side, in a non-violent way."
"If this goes wrong, will we have to fight each other?" Infiltrator asked, concerned.
"We may have to oppose one another, but I believe that we would not need to fight."
"I'll tell Henry that I've located his mom. That way, for a time, I won't have to attack Della." Infiltrator said.
"Let's hope so," Reaper stated before both went their separate ways.
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Anthony wearily opened his eyes. In the past 2 days he'd been in the hospital, he was either awake while Joanne was asleep, or Joanne was awake when he was asleep. They had yet to face each other.
He was a little surprised to find her awake. She looked lost in thought.
"Hey." Anthony greeted, sitting up.
"Hey." Joanne replied.
There was an uneasy silence.
"How are you feeling?" Joanne asked.
He frowned. "Not too good."
Another silence. The adults grimaced, both parties who were both determined to get this over with as fast as they could.
"Listen, Anthony. After you get out of this hospital, I think it's good that we spend some time away from each other and see how things work out." she said.
"Where will you go?" he asked glumly.
She sighed. "My parents house."
"What about work?" he asked.
"Mr. McDuck says I can work from home however long as I'd like." Joanne murmured.
"Right…" Anthony said. "What about Violet?"
"Violet will be staying where she pleases. I asked her if she'd like to come with me, but she said she'll visit me on the weekends."
Another silence.
"Joanne, I know it doesn't matter, but I'm sorry about everything." he muttered.
"You're right," she said coldly. "It doesn't matter. You… you hurt me, Anthony! And I'm not talking about the glass throwing! Why didn't you feel comfortable about telling me about Tyrion?"
He sighed. "I don't know."
"Well, it doesn't matter, because this marriage is over." she murmured.
"I figured it would be." he sighed.
She stood up. "The lawyer will see us when you get discharged… get some rest."
Anthony just groaned.
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The next day, the gang were lounging around in the TV room. Louie, Webby, Violet, and Lena were playing a round of Call of Duty, while Huey read his JWG. Huey raised an eyebrow at Dewey, who seemed agitated. He kept humming a tune, his foot tapping against the floor in beat to his tune. His head kept nodding, and he seemed more restless than usual.
"Something wrong?" Huey asked his younger brother.
It took a while for Dewey to register the question. "Huh? No, I'm fine."
Huey studied him—Dewey was wearing a long sleeved shirt, something odd for the warm spring weather. He kept fidgeting with his sleeve, almost as if he were paranoid that his sleeves would ride up.
Huey slowly stood up, and set his guidebook on the couch, walking towards Dewey. Immediately, he grabbed onto Dewey's arm, and Dewey, with just as quick reflexes, grabbed Huey's wrist, scowling at him.
"I said that I was fine." Dewey growled.
Huey shook his head, and kept his voice low and menacing. "Unless you want me to make this a big deal, you'll lift up your sleeve and show me your arm."
Dewey glanced at Webby, who was too invested in the game to pay them any attention.
"Not here." Dewey murmured.
"Fine." Huey said, following his brother out into the hall.
"Just don't freak out." Dewey muttered.
Huey braced himself for the worst possibility: Did Dewey cut himself? Did he get a tattoo behind their Uncle Donald's back? Dewey slowly revealed his arm, where Huey saw a tattoo of a crescent moon, the symbol of the Duckburg Deniers, with 4 stripes underneath it.
Huey gasped. "Dewey…"
"It's a stamp, not a tattoo, so don't freak out. The lines represent how many meetings I've attended." Dewey sighed, as he rolled his sleeve back down.
"You promised you wouldn't hang out with those guys anymore!" Huey scolded.
"I can't seem to let it go." Dewey said gruffly, sitting down at the bottom of the stairs.
"Dewey, they're a gang!" Huey snapped, looming over him.
Dewey stood up, and gripped Huey's shoulders. "Listen. The only reason I've been going is because they're performing at the museum next week. I need to go, you know it's my dream!"
Huey groaned, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I do. But—"
"Huey, please. Just this last time and then I'm done. I'm done for good." Dewey promised.
"That's exactly what you said last time!" Huey growled.
"Huey, please." Dewey pleaded.
"Fine, Dewey. But if you go near those guys again, after your little show, then I will tell Uncle Scrooge!"
"Deal," Dewey smiled. "Listen, I need to go. I'll be back by midnight."
With that, Dewey hurriedly left the mansion so Huey wouldn't change his mind. Huey just frowned, and walked back inside the TV Room.
"Now that that's over with," Lena said, setting her controller on the table. "I issue an Immediate girl talk meeting."
"Ooh!" Webby clapped her hands gleefully.
Violet's eyes widened and she pursed her lips. Uh oh. They both looked at her. The tips of Huey's ears were turning red. Girl talk pretty much meant one specific topic of discussion.
Webby snatched Violet's hand, tugging her from the couch.
"The girl talk shall commence!" she exclaimed.
"Oh joy," Violet deadpanned, being taken along for the ride.
They entered Webby's room, and settled on her bed.
"Okay guys, seriously… Louie is literally a love machine," Lena started with a devious grin. "He just knows how to turn you on!"
"Thank you for oversharing, Lena," Violet said dryly.
Webby was grinning naughtily.
"Really? Louie?" Webby asked, her eyes wide.
"Don't encourage her, I really don't need to know," Violet moaned, placing her hands over her ears.
"Damn right. He's a literal love machine. You should've seen what we did last night. It felt amazing. Round two was even better in the shower." Lena marveled.
"La la la, don't need to know." Violet deadpanned.
"Oh Violet, it's fun to talk about our boyfriends," Webby admonished. "Vi, you have tell us how your night went," she said with a sly giggle.
Violet's cheeks flushed bright red.
"That's what I thought," Webby nodded.
Lena grinned.
"Shut up!" Violet protested.
"So is he a beast in bed, Vi?" Lena clapped her hands.
"Does he curse?" Webby asked innocently.
"Does he reach the spot?"
"How much does he cu—"
"Guys!" Violet cried. She pouted, crossing her arms. "I'm not saying a word."
"You know we're just teasing." Lena grinned.
"You have to tell us! That's the rule for girl talk!" Webby said.
"Well, what about you?" Violet asked.
Webby sighed. "We haven't done it for awhile."
Lena frowned. "Is something wrong?"
Webby sighed. "He doesn't want to take his shirt off."
"Isn't Dewey like… 99% muscle?"
"It's not that, Lena," Webby smiled, though it was clear that she was stressed. "He seems to be hiding something."
"What could he possibly hide?"
Webby shrugged. "He's full of secrets."
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Dewey walked towards the abandoned parking lot, where someone grabbed him and stamped his arm, leaving a fifth line.
"Welcome." a man said.
Dewey looked at him. He seemed to be a little older than he was, and had golden skin and a mop of messy auburn hair.
"Who are you?" Dewey asked.
The man smiled. "My name's Henry."
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Dalek, I can't wait for your story :)
jocabed, as much as I respect and love you as my fellow queen, I will leapfrog over you just to get to dalek's story before you!
Until next time
—Jordan :)