dewdrop: it's okay! Happens to all of us! And I've been wanting to do one of these! Let's do this!
OTP: Scrooge and Goldie, Dewey and Webby, Huey and Violet, Louie and Lena, Fenton and Gandra, Donald and Daisy
LIKE: Steelbeak and Heron, Launchpad and Penumbra, Della and Penumbra, Tyrion and Indy
OKAY: Drake and LP, Magica and Scrooge, Graves and Beaks,
DISLIKE: Fenton and Gyro, Launchpad and Della, Glomgold and Scrooge, Duckworth and Scrooge, Beakley and Scrooge, Webby + Huey or Louie, honestly don't see Weblena, sorry shippers, and absolutely no incest
BROTP: The triplets, Della and Donald, Scrooge and Beakley, Webby and the girls, Dewey and LP :)
Yold blig blig: Okay, well I'm going to speak rudely to get on your nerves, man. In the nicest way possible, you are super fucking weird. Listen, I appreciate that you're reviewing my story and shit, but seriously. You're super rude, which I don't like. You're also disturbing with all the blood and gore and shit. Maybe somewhere else man, but not here. Nobody wants to see that shit, man. If you're still going to keep reviewing like this, like some maniac, then I kindly ask you not to. Even if you do, I will not reply, and I will remove your reviews. Thank you
Caetlyn27: Right? I understand that the pandemic is a thing, but they started filming this way before. I mean, if they needed more time off, I wouldn't have minded. I rather wait a year and have weekly episodes than wait 7 months for what? 6 episodes to be released? And then the finale? and then wait another 8 months? Rumours have it we're waiting till November.
Guest: Yes, he is :)
dalek117: Damn it, I forgot the protection. Always. And unfortunately, you have :-D hope you don't mind! And good thing. I smoke, but I'm happy none of you guys do
Guest: That, my friend, is what I call "Jordan Forgetting the Protection". Strangely enough, I'd say Louie and Lena are the most careful because both of them are experienced. Please don't die! Exactly!
Boss Teal: *groans* Tell me about it
riverajocabed1: I also like reading the mini fics. Tbo and AJ have a tendency to get a little inappropriate, and I like RANDOM's story a lot. I like all their stories. Yes ma'am, I got a little too invested in these chapters. Always forgetting the protection! And Della doesn't get grandchildren anytime soon XD. See? This is why I don't shop Louie or Huey with Webby, I just don't see it! The word "fluffy" suddenly made me very hungry for some pancakes :) nah, Louie may be the Evil Triplet, but he has emotions—you'll see that in this chapter. I see Violet as a very empathetic character despite her reputation as an emotionless character. I'll try to keep it painless this time, je t'aime tellement et je déteste quand je te blesse. And I've been so busy with Dewey and Webby, I completely forgot about Heron. I haven't "written" any stories, but I've worked with people on them, especially a lot of the stories in the SVTFOE universe, Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom etc. So I knew what I was doing. I basically started off as a guide, telling the authors what direction to steer their story. This was when I was around 14? Around the age of 17, I became a critic, you can see my most recent critic reviews in Great Big World, one of my favourited stories. I love it so much. At the age of 19, I started mentoring people. I was still a guide and critic, just more muted. One of the people I worked with, her name is EmMarie96, and I worked with her for her fic "Abandoned" in the Percy Jackson fandom, came up to me and said that I need to start writing. So, I searched for a fandom, because all my favourite shows were ending, like Gravity Falls and SVTFOE, so I came here—DuckTales. And I'm glad I did. Over share? Sorry :) I love hearing new stories about your sisters XDDD. Their antics always make me laugh. I want to see Rockerduck and Louie as well! Hmm, I've never given Phantom Blot a second look. I'm proud of him too. He's an amazing person. Trust me, snow looks nice from a distance, but up close, it's cold and nasty. I should never ever go near your fathers.
Let's Dewey It: It's okay, you're here now! :)
RANDOM: A CLIFFY?! WHY?
43 :))
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Louie was sitting on the couch, loading up a video game. Dewey approached the sofa from behind, his arms crossed. Louie ignored his brother, pressing start to play their favorite racing game. His mouth was set in a straight line.
Dewey held back a sigh.
"I know you're mad at me, and… I came to apologize to you." Dewey started.
Louie said nothing as he selected his car and the racecourse.
"Okay, really mad," Dewey muttered.
Louie didn't flinch, as he peeled from the start line and began his race.
"I said some things I shouldn't have. I was a real ass and I'm sorry." Dewey sighed.
There was a moment before Louie paused the game and turned to look at Dewey.
"The alcohol, Dewey," Louie shook his head and turned back around. "That was unacceptable. And what you did to Webby was even more unacceptable." He pushed start again.
Dewey looked away and gripped the back of the sofa. "You're right. It was unacceptable. What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Nothing," Louie said. "You did what you did, and you can't take it back. But I suppose if Webby can forgive you for being the biggest dick on earth, then I guess so can I." Louie sighed and paused the game, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're not the only one who loves her, dude. She's like my sister, and if you think I'd just sit back and let you—"
Dewey turned away from Louie's rant and rubbed a hand against his forehead.
"You know I would never… I never wanted to hurt her…" Dewey's voice broke.
Louie's eyes flicked down for a moment, finally hearing the remorse he was looking for in his brother's voice. Louie knew apologizing in the first place was hard for Dewey to do. Dewey finally let his guard down, and it was enough for Louie.
"I know you wouldn't, dude." Louie said softly.
"I… I really messed up, a-and I'm sorry. If you aren't ready to forgive me, you don't have to," Dewey said, his expression serious. "What I did was wrong."
"It was," Louie said evenly. "But like I said… Webby forgave you, and if you're truly sorry, about everything, then I can too."
"I really don't deserve forgiveness from either of you." Dewey sighed.
He shrugged. "I don't mean to hold it over you man, but Webby was bad. Huey went to see her. He said he'd never seen anyone cry that hard."
Dewey slumped against the couch, unable to say anything, but Louie could see him start to brood.
"She's better now though, right? I mean… if… you guys made up, then everything's okay," Louie said.
"It's not okay, Louie…" Dewey murmured.
"I know you didn't mean to hurt her like that," Louie said. "I can tell Webby's really happy that you guys aren't fighting anymore."
"I fucked up really bad," Dewey sighed, his face finally betraying how he was really feeling.
"Yeah, but… you guys made up," Louie smiled. "She wouldn't have made up with you if she didn't forgive you."
Dewey was silent, mulling over what Louie had said. Louie could plainly see that anything else he said wouldn't help much, and knew that Dewey was going to have to get over it on his own time.
"Wanna play?" Louie asked.
Dewey stared at him for a moment, then realized this was Louie's way of saying he truly was forgiven. A small smile curved his lips.
"Sure."
Louie tossed him a controller as Dewey hopped over the back of the couch.
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In the following week, Violet noticed a few changes in her friends. Dewey and Webby were inseparable, no doubt still recovering from their fight, and their method to do that seemed to be physical. Violet was concerned however, because she noted that during the small moments when Webby was actually not near him, Dewey was quiet and brooding. She knew he especially was still recovering from the fight and the shock, and she expected it would take him a long time to truly forgive himself.
Huey was affecting her the most. He would stray away from her, he was distant, and he was jumpy and nervous.
"Hubert?" she asked, gently opening his door.
"Hey." he murmured.
Violet noticed that he looked and sounded weary.
"You okay?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
He sighed, pulling the drawstrings of his maroon Duckburg High hoodie. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I just… I love you so much, Vi."
"I know that, and I love you so much too," she said softly. "So why are you saying it like we just fought and you want to make up to me?"
"Because I'm scared that we'll have a huge fight… one we might not recover from." he murmured.
She gently cupped his cheek. "Huey, I can't promise you that we'll never fight. All couples do. We can't willy-nilly agree on everything."
He pouted. They climbed onto his bunk and she pulled him in for a hug, cradling his head against her chest. Huey sighed, sunk his face into her softness and breathed deeply.
"But promise me if and when we fight, that we remember this moment?"
He nodded. "I promise."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. Huey's arm immediately wrapped around her waist as he kissed her back with just as much force. Violet softly moaned when Huey leaned into her chest and slid down, his lips trailing down her stomach. She instantly felt a tingle streak through her that shot straight to lower regions.
Breathing hard Violet pulled away slightly so she could see into his eyes Huey lightly pushed her curly hair behind her ears.
Huey smiled, rolling them over so that Violet was on her back with Huey hovering over her. He kissed her again. Violet's hands moved down Huey's stomach stopping at the edge of his hoodie and the top of sweats. Violet grabbed the bottom of his hoodie pulling it over his arms. Huey broke the kiss so Violet could pull off the top and throw it onto the floor. Huey moved to her neck, immediately finding the sensitive spot behind her ear, making Violet let out a small moan. As Huey kissed her neck his hands roamed down her body. One groped her thigh as the other moved underneath her shirt. It seemed that everywhere Huey touched and kissed left a tingling sensation.
Tired of fighting Violet's shirt Huey finally just grabbed the bottom and pulled it over her head. Holding himself up Huey's eyes looked over her nearly naked body.
"You're beautiful Violet." he said looking her straight in the eye.
Violet didn't say anything as she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. After some very intense kissing Huey finally pulled away, breathing heavily, his clouded with lust.
"We should probably stop," Huey breathed heavily as he tried to move to the side. "Aren't you sore from last night?"
But Violet grabbed his shoulders, stopping him.
"I'm okay." Violet said breathlessly.
He searched her eyes, and slowly nodded. "Okay."
She laughed as he mounted her once again.
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Louie frowned when he couldn't find his cigarettes. He shook his pillows, lifted his mattress, and searched his desk. He tried to do this quietly, as Huey and Violet were passed out on the first bunk. He didn't want to wake them up, but he was really getting agitated—he didn't smoke in 3 days and he was getting restless.
"Looking for something?" a voice asked behind him.
He turned around to find his mother leaning against the doorframe. As usual, Louie tensed up—he was still getting used to her being there.
He folded his arms. "No."
She sighed. "Louie… I know. I know about the cigarettes."
He raised an eyebrow, his mind putting two and two together—the way Della has always been side-eyeing him, the way she almost monitored his whereabouts, the way she always perked up whenever he went inside his room. Now, her confident posture of leaning against the doorway told Louie that she'd been waiting for this moment
A spark of annoyance fueled him. "You were snooping through my stuff?!"
"I have every right to." Della said.
"No you don't." Louie snarled, walking towards her. He didn't want to argue with her here, no. He would risk waking up Huey and Violet, and he didn't need that happening. There was enough drama as it was.
He softly shut the door behind him.
"No, you don't." Louie repeated venomously.
"Louie…"
"No! I barely say 'I love you' to you, and you suddenly think you have every right to go through my stuff?!" he hissed.
"As your mother, I have every right to go through your stuff." she frowned.
He laughed harshly. "Oh that's rich! It's been one damn month since you've come back and suddenly, you're my mom?!"
She pulled back: Scrooge had told her that Louie was easy going compared to Huey, but right now, any outsider could easily tell that her son was furious.
Her stomach lurched—outsider. Wasn't that exactly what she was?
"You want to know why I started smoking in the first place? Because of you." he said with a devious smirk. "First it was cutting—"
Her stomach lurched again. Did her son really resort to cutting himself?
"—and now it's smoking! Not to mention the fucking abandonment issues! I'm constantly paranoid that you're going to leave us again!" Louie snapped.
Della caught her breath. "Steelbeak captured me, it's not like I could've come home at will!"
"Yes," Louie agreed. "But if you never set foot on that spaceship, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. I never would've done the things I've done. Dewey never would've spent a chunk of his life looking for you. Uncle Donald never would've moved out of the mansion. Scrooge never would've almost gone bankrupt!"
As he turned to walk away, he stopped and turned around, giving her a look of absolute loathing, disgust, and worst of all, hurt.
"Finding you was an accident," he said, not flinching when she gasped. "We were supposed to be looking for information about Webby's family, and you turned up. So much pain has been caused by just the mention of you! So no mom. Mother or not, you have no right to search my room. I smoke. Huey, Dewey, and I drink. We're adults, not the little boys you thought you could easily mesh into liking you."
She took a deep breath to calm her anxiety.
"Can I just ask you something?" he asked.
She numbly nodded.
"What were you thinking when you set foot on that rocket ship? You had three baby boys on the way, yet, you still went. I just don't understand."
"Louie, I'm sorry! I can't take it back, but can't you see I'm remorseful?!" she snapped.
"Can't you see that I'm willing to forgive, Mom?" he said, and his voice cracked. "I just need some time."
He reached behind a plant and pulled out another box of cigarettes.
"If you were around, maybe, just maybe, this never would've happened." he whispered fiercely, shaking the box of cigarettes, and she winced when they cigarettes rattled inside. With that, Louie sighed, went towards the balcony, and lit one up.
Della glumly watched as he gently sucked the bud, the end glowing a bright orange. She wished all of her problems could vanish like the smoke that disappeared into the night sky.
"Need some company?" someone asked behind her.
Della turned around to see Lena staring at her sympathetically.
"It would be nice." Della admitted with a small laugh. Lena smiled sadly, and took her hand, leading her downstairs.
"I know what it's like to be an outsider." she said as they walked down the stairs.
"How?" Della asked coldly. "You're in the inner circle."
Lena gave her a hard look. "Do you know who I am?"
Della merely stared at her, and Lena sat at the bottom of the stairs, waiting until Della sat next to her.
"I'm not human," Lena muttered, opening her palm. From it, swirls of purple magic escaped, traveling to a blooming flower. Once the magic reached it, the flower wilted. "I was created by Magica DeSpell years ago to get revenge on Scrooge. The Shadow War Donald told you about? Yeah. I was the cause of that."
Della's jaw dropped.
"But," Lena said gravely. "That doesn't mean I'm a bad person."
She fired a blast of magic at the dead flower, and it immediately began to bloom once again.
"I know what it's like to be an outsider. I, of all people, should know. People aren't going to trust you willy-nilly. Trust has to be earned. It's just—"
"Going to take time?" Della asked bitterly.
Lena hardened. "I get that it's frustrating, but be patient. You've missed 19 years of their lives. Louie's the youngest. He's the most sensitive… he needs time."
Della groaned.
"You're making progress with Huey and Dewey. Just… leave him alone for a little. He's hurt right now."
With that, Lena stood up and dusted off her jeans.
"Lena?" Della called.
She turned.
"Thank you."
Lena smiled, and continued walking up the stairs, where she found that Louie was just finishing his cigarette and was smushing it onto the ashtray. He looked at her with tear brimmed eyes, and she wordlessly walked out onto the balcony, wrapping her arms around his waist. He buried his face into her shoulder, and she rubbed his shoulder as he trembled in her arms.
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The next morning, Dewey groaned. He and Webby were exhausted from barely sleeping last night.
"We're not leaving the bed." Dewey muffled the announcement into his pillow as soon as he felt her hand around his shoulder, squeezing lightly, and she gave a disapproving huff.
"Get up, sleepyhead," she said, in a low, sluggish voice. "Everyone's going to be suspicious that we're late for breakfast."
"Not if I don't get up." he whined.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer despite her half-hearted protest. Webby forced herself to swing her legs out of bed and immediately pressed her palm against her inner thighs.
"Oh, God." she groaned.
A lopsided grin pulled at his mouth. "Sore, love?"
Webby groaned and gave a wide yawn that quickly turned into a giggle when Dewey lifted the blanket, as though inviting her to crawl back into bed.
"You just had to be rough." she scolded.
"Me?" he asked in disbelief.
He sat up, and lifted the blanket, revealing his bare chest that was covered in nail scratches. He turned around so she could see his back and saw that it was covered in tiny crescent moon shapes from where Webby dug her nails into his skin.
"Oh my god." Webby said, rushing to him. "I'm so so sorry! You could've told me to stop…?" she trailed off when she noticed him trying not to laugh. "This isn't funny, Dewey!"
"Yes it is," he laughed, pulling her onto his lap, careful not to hurt her. "I like it when you're rough." he said in a low, gruff voice, gently kissing her.
"Good," she smirked, getting up. Dewey blushed when he saw that Webby was making absolutely no effort to cover herself up. Now you will get your ass out of bed."
He blinked. "Did you just tell me to get my ass out of bed?"
"I'm not saying that again." She reached for the water bottle on the bedside table, quickly downing what was left of it, and gave an agonised groan.
"Better?"
"No."
"Then come back," he whined. "We can rest up."
"Dewey!" she giggled, making no effort when she was pulled back to the bed.
She answered with a drowsy little smile and dragged her leg over his, cold feet bumping against his shin, and he grinned sheepishly as he watched her slumber. He looked down at Webby, who had wrapped herself in the warm blanket with a grateful smile.
"We need to eat, you know", she mumbled. "So do you."
"You're pretty much asleep." he smirked.
Webby looked at though she would've usually scolded him for that particular remark; now, however, she merely smiled and buried her face in Dewey's warm chest. He smiled as he watched her sleep.
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Huey and Violet were grocery shopping. Her father was to be discharged from the hospital later that evening, and she smiled when she saw that Huey buried his nose in a newspaper flyer, searching for the best deals and sales.
"There's bacon on sale," he said thoughtfully.
"We are so getting that." she agreed.
What they didn't know was that they were being watched by a particular female robot.
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Some Louie angst :( i was in a mood, and just reread "Evil Suits You"and rewatched Timephoon okay? I had to
—Jordan :)