The name of the chapter was inspired by one of my favourite fics :) be sure to check it out!
Guest: I've been thinking about using the names, and my final verdict is no. I will not be using their names. I understand that you'd like me to use their names but, with all due respect, the turtles are their own thing. A highly respected show, in which I don't want to associate or interfere with. I would like my own identity, and don't want to use their names. Thank you for understanding, and sorry :(
Guest: Yes, Della would still lose her leg. She spent the 10 years there, just got kidnapped by FOWL. So everything before Nothing Can Stop Della Duck is canon :)
Ninjatana Warrior: Very happy ;))
Blood rain: I agree that this fic should be an M rated story. However, if I were in a different platform, say the Percy Jackson universe, where the M rated section is viewed regularly, I'd definitely move the story there. But, the M rated section for DuckTales is rarely viewed, and T is the highest most authors on his platform go. It all depends, and there are many variables to consider. For OTLTA to remain a hit among my viewers, I have concluded that rated T is the smartest route to go
Guest: I won't do a TMNT/DuckTales fic per se, but I will use the name "Casey" as a future OC in a future fic. Also, I've only watched like 2 episodes of TMNT XDDD. But, it's still a tentative idea that's in the works, so you'll have to wait :) hope that clears it up!
Guest: they started dating when they were 14 :)
Boss Teal: Damn it! Fuck! I just took that in!
AJ: Wonderfully written, though I'm curious whether I used protection or not, cause that'll make her mad, man!
Guest: Well… Steelbeak did work for FOWL, killed innocents, and killed Webby's parents, so he had it coming. Also, Sci-Fi isn't really my strength, so no time travel here. In a future fic maybe :)
Guest: He's an… anti hero. I'm not even sure what to think of him
AJ: I know! (please tell me I remembered the protection, I'm seriously dead if I don't)
Let's Dewey It: as long as I know that you're alive and active, I'll be okay :) you can review whenever the hell you want :D
riverajocabed1: How should I know if a fanfiction version of us used protection or not?! We're in high school in that fic, I'm assuming we did 0_o. I'll have you know that my mother raised a proper gentleman, ma reine, so I'm not trying to have kids in high school! And your sister would beat me with the bible if I ever did manage to do that! *sighs* I know the fucking bugs aren't new, but they're annoying as hell. I couldn't see any goddamn reviews for 3 or 4 days. sounds like your first bug went deadlier than mine—I was just screaming at my laptop—but obviously, yours was worse. I'm glad you were my Jp then :) *crosses arms and tries to look edgy* a-and I'll admit that little hummingbird blurb made me blush. Don't ask me why. You fawning over tiny birds is… I hate myself for this… but it's extremely cute. I cannot believe you made me blush. Of course, I can just not include this part, but I know you'll be super excited knowing that you made me blush, and maybe it's nice seeing you excited. Darn it. I'm getting too soft. I'm nervous too. I can just imagine an army of badass girls chasing me with bibles telling me to back off their Christian friend. I hate it when you mention your experiences with men. Ugh, it pisses me off! Just because you have a dick doesn't mean it makes it okay! I apologize for the lack of brains my gender so clearly has. GYRO! RIGHT?! EXACTLY! As happy as I am that you have a healthy workout routine, I'm a little concerned whether you eat or not, considering your siblings take all your food. I know you're gentle, but take care of yourself, okay? And Norwegian?
dalek117: I KNOW, BUT I'M TOO EXCITED!
Caetlyn27: Jesus girl! Calm down XDD :)
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: I know! Thank you!
Guest: I mean… you saw how expensive getting Della back was, and she was up there for 18 years. They thought at that point she was dead. Right? I wanted to spark some sort of argument :) And you can't be totally unfair to the McDuck family, she's caused a lot of pain, both canonically and in OTLTA
RANDOM: LMAO, you do whatever you want. So my dad's really a dick in this story, eh? We don't know who attacked who, and we're punishing the villagers? That's unfair! I'm 80 percent sure it was us! The only consolation is the fact that I can meet Jocabed. And mom! If she sets me up with the woman who saved me, then this'll take an interesting twist!
Guest: Honestly, I don't add characters until I see them on the show, minus my OC's of course, and
Daisy. So I don't see April, May, or June coming into the story this late. I'm sorry, maybe in another fic :)
Tbo: thank you!
Thank you all of you guys for the birthday, some of you PM'd me :) and all of you gave me the best present of all—400 fucking reviews. Love you guys a lot :)
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It was around 11PM at the Manor, and Violet couldn't sleep. She gently disentangled herself from Huey's warm embrace, and slid down the ladder. Dewey and Webby were in her bedroom, and Lena was at the amphitheater. She frowned when she noticed that Louie's bunk was empty. He wasn't spending the night with Lena.
So where was he?
Violet pulled a bathrobe over her figure, and quietly walked towards the balcony, where she found Louie standing there. His eyes were closed, and he was facing the moon, a look of confusion and hurt etched on his face. His grip on the railing tightened, and he took a deep breath.
Violet walked towards him.
"Is everything okay?"
He opened his eyes and turned around to find Violet staring at him in concern. "Y-yeah. I'm okay."
"You stuttered," she dimly noted.
Louie ran his fingers through his hair in anguish, rubbing his eyes. "I'm just so confused, Vi…"
"About?" she mused, leaning against the doorframe.
"My mom. I'm happy she's back and stuff, but…" he trailed off, looking f. The words.
She finished for him. "You're not sure what to think of her?"
He nodded. "At the hospital, it felt so nice having her around, but now that I'm back…" he sighed. "I don't know. It's my fault."
"You're scared that you're getting too close?"
"Way too fast," he agreed. "I've spent 18 years without her. I'm scared that if I get too close, I'll get too attached, and that if she ever leaves us again… I just won't be able to bear it this time around."
She smiled. "I felt the same way about Huey."
He seemed surprised. "You did?"
She nodded. "I was scared of a relationship. I was scared that I'd become too dependent on him, and if we break it off, I won't be able to move on emotionally."
"That's how I feel!"
She laughed. "Lou, there's the difference between you and me. You need to learn how to be dependent on someone. Your abandonment issues have made you paranoid about getting close to people. That's why it took you so long to ask Lena out."
He coughed, and she smirked.
"I'm not saying get over it, I'm saying learn how to embrace it and use it to your advantage. You're sharper than the sharpies. This is the thing you're good at." she said as she set a hand on his shoulder. "Just think about it, okay?"
A rugged smile tugged at his lips. "I will. Thanks Vi."
The two friends hugged.
"Come get some sleep." she said.
Louie ran his fingers through his hair again. "Actually, I think I'm going to Lena's. I need to see her."
She smiled. "Be safe."
Violet returned to Huey's bedroom, frowning when she saw that he was gone.
"Hubert?" she called out warily.
A pair of arms snaked around her waist. Just as she was about to elbow her captor, fearful that it was a villain, she heard a chuckle.
"Huey!" she laughed as he lifted her up and into his arms.
They laughed as they hit the bed.
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Beakley was lost in thought.
"Mom," her daughter's voice rang through her ears. "I'll be fine. You and I did missions all the time. I've learned from the best."
Beakley squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her chest.
"It's Rachel, Mom," she coughed.
"Rachel?! Are you alright?" Bentina asked.
"Mom, I love you, okay? Just take Webby. Make sure she's happy. Please. I… love you." she managed before dropping the phone.
"Rachel? Rachel! RACHEL!" Ms. Beakley cried.
Beakley tried to quell the tears welling up in her eyes—if she'd known her marriage to Henry was her downfall, she never would've let it happen. She never would've let them fall in love, get married, and she never would've let them have a baby girl. She'd do anything to have her daughter back, she wished she could reverse time.
She still remembered walking inside Henry and Rachel's house after that dreaded phone call.
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17 years ago…
"Rachel? Rachel! RACHEL!" Ms. Beakley cried.
Beakley rushed out of the mansion and threw herself into her car, speeding out of the front gate so fast that her tires squealed. She smelled burning rubber in the air, but she didn't care. If her suspicions were true, then she'd never be able to forgive herself.
"Come here, Rachel!" 26 year old Beakley laughed, as her toddler walked over to her. 1 year old Rachel tripped and fell over, only to be caught by her mother, who spun her around lovingly.
Beakley cursed at a driver, furiously honking at him.
"MOM!" 13 year Rachel shrieked. "I GOT MY PERIOD!"
Beakley ran a red light, barely caring about the consequences. She needed to get to her. She needed to get to her baby girl.
"I'm Rachel Beakley, and I'm your valedictorian for this graduation." a now 18 year old Rachel grinned. Every one of her classmates cheered.
Beakley skidded to a stop, and pulled up to the driveway.
"I'm joining S.H.U.S.H and that's that! You can't stop me!" 21 year old Rachel snapped.
Beakley kicked down the front door.
"Do you, Bentina Beakley, give your daughter, Rachel Beakley, away to Henry Vanderquack?" the pastor asked her kindly.
"I do." Beakley said with a smile.
Beakley wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to quell the sinking feeling in her gut. The stench of blood and metal hit her, and she took a deep breath.
"Mom," Rachel smiled, Henry right behind her. "I'm pregnant."
Beakley gasped.
Lying in a pool of blood was Henry and Rachel. There was a nasty gash on Rachel's head, along with 6 bullet wounds embedded in her chest. Henry was on the floor, next to her, with 4 violet wounds in his chest, and another one right in between his eyes. Beside her hand was Henry's phone. The call was still going.
Beakley staggered backwards, hitting the wall and sliding down. She buried her face into her hands and let out a blood curdling scream; a scream of a mother with a lost child. She kept screaming until she felt her throat go numb. Her breathing was laboured and she hunched over and vomited. Her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead and she trembled.
Beakley crawled towards her daughter and son-in-law. She cradled both their heads and pulled them close, barely caring about the blood that smeared on her clothes. She desperately wanted this to be another one of Rachel and Henry's pranks. She wanted them to pop up and give her their goofy grins. Hot tears escaped her eyes and she took several deep breaths, none of which helped calm her down. Out of a corner of her eye, she spotted a gun not too far away—she could've ended it, right here, right now. Just as she was about to reach for it, there was a cry from upstairs.
Her head snapped up and she rushed upstairs. Webby was just waking up from her midday nap, and Beakley grabbed her, holding her close, careful not to squeeze her granddaughter with her brute strength.
"I'm here…" Beakley said softly. "I got you."
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-Present Time-
"Granny?" Webby asked. "Are you okay?"
Her words shook Beakley out of her thoughts, and it took her awhile to register the words. "I-I'm okay, Webby."
The way she cocked her head painfully reminded Beakley of Rachel.
"Well, you've been sitting there, tearing up. Do you need to talk?" Webby asked carefully.
She sighed. "I'm sorry about your parents, Webby."
Webby quirked a brow. "Granny, I know you're sorry for not telling me sooner, but it's okay."
"Not that," she sighed. "I just… I'm sorry if I haven't been good enough. I know—"
She was cut off when Webby flung herself at her. Beakley was obviously taken aback, but returned her hug. Webby buried her face inside Beakley's shoulder, and trembled.
"Don't you ever say that again," Webby growled.
And that's when all the walls came crashing down.
She squeezed her granddaughter tightly, careful not to ever let go of her only family—her husband was killed in a mission, her daughter and son and law were killed by F.O.W.L. Her job had always put her family at risk, and that was why she was so adamant on keeping Webby inside the mansion for the first decade of her life.
"I love you so much. Don't ever say that again, granny. Please." Webby croaked.
"I-I won't." Beakley managed.
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Dewey had spent most of the next morning in his bedroom, catching up on schoolwork. When he came out for lunch he found Webby on the couch with a spoon and gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and drenched in chocolate syrup. She was curled up on the couch and watching Finding Nemo on the big screen.
She sniffled and turned her head when he came into the living room.
"Oh, hey," he said. "Ah…"
Her eyes were red rimmed, and there was a hot bag on her abdomen.
Dewey cleated his throat. "So, I guess since you're eating ice cream and watching movies…?"
Webby pouted and her bottom lip quivered. She shrugged half-heartedly and turned back to the movie, which was almost finished. They were on the scene where Dory and Nemo save the fish caught in a net. Dewey smirked. Trust Webby to immerse herself in a classic. He walked around the couch and sat down next to her.
"So, did you get it?"
"What do you think?" she all but snapped.
He held up his hands in a defensive gesture. "Whoa, hey. I was just asking."
"Yes. I did get it," she said shortly, shoveling in another heaping spoonful of ice cream as Marlin sent Nemo off to school.
"What is it with you girls and getting all weird during… you know." Dewey muttered.
Webby narrowed her eyes at him. Dewey gulped.
"It's not wise to antagonize me at present," she said venomously.
"I'm not antagonizing you," Dewey protested. "Don't get all mad. Why are you crying? This isn't a sad movie."
Webby's scowled and she smacked down her tub of ice cream and her spoon onto the coffee table. She didn't bother looking at him as she stormed out of the room. He stood up completely at a loss and noticed Violet leaning against the doorframe.
"Nice one, Boy Blunder." she said sarcastically.
Dewey scowled. "What the hell! Why is she acting all crazy?!"
Violet shook her head. "First of all, you're being completely insensitive. Even more so than normal. Second, you're a guy who doesn't understand the pain of having a period."
"God, are you two on the same cycle or something?" Dewey said without thinking, to which Violet narrowed her eyes.
Uh, oh. Not smart to provoke Violet, ever. Especially when she can use her genius level hacking skills to find out some pretty embarrassing things.
"Gee Dewey. How old were you when you had that incident at school?" she said casually, inspecting her fingernails.
"Okay Violet, I get it!" he said.
She snorted. "Are you going to play nice now?"
"Yes," he muttered, giving her a baleful look.
"Webby might be more sensitive this morning but you're being a jerk. What's gotten into you?"
Dewey scrunched his nose and frowned, crossing his arms. "Nothing!"
"Well, you're certainly acting like one."
"Okay, resident therapist," he said in a voice that dripped with sarcasm. "Go analyze Webby or something, I'm gonna sit here."
"Fine, do whatever. But don't you dare talk to Webby when you're in this mood. She can't handle it." Violet warned.
Dewey scoffed and plopped on the couch, picking up the remote.
Violet rolled her eyes.
"Never trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die," Dewey muttered.
A hand smacked him upside the head.
Violet went to Webby's room and heard sniffling inside. She knocked before phasing through the wall.
Webby was lying on her stomach and clutching a pillow, burying her face into it.
Violet sat next to her on the bed and put her hand on Webby's shoulder.
"Boys suck," she said simply.
Webby sniffed and lifted her head up.
"I concur!" she said, almost spitting with anger. "Why do they constantly irritate us on purpose when they know what we are going through?"
"Well that's the thing. They don't know what we're going through. They don't realize how we feel at all, that we literally can't help the way our emotions swing like that."
Webby clenched her fists. "He's usually so caring before and completely understanding. Now when I need him to be…" Webby ripped her pillow in half.
She lugged herself up and stomped over to her vanity table, where she opened a jewelry box and took out a bar of chocolate. She shakily pulled off the wrapper and started munching while she ranted.
"This is not the first time he has done this. He's already so caring and kind most of the time, and then when he can see that I'm hurt, he purposely riles me up! I don't get it! Why can't he hug me and say nice words like he normally does? Why does he have to make me upset? I can't help that my hormones are out of whack. How would he like it if he bled from his dick every month?!" Webby humphed haughtily and polished off her chocolate after offering Violet a piece.
Violet couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips.
"Boys. Who needs them?" Webby spat.
"Who indeed," Violet nodded.
"If it wasn't for the sex," Webby threatened, shaking her head.
Violet snorted. "And there are even toys for that."
"What are boys useful for, Vi?" she moaned.
"Continuing the human race. That's about it." Violet rubbed her chin. "Maybe we'll evolve beyond them. There's this species of lizards that are all female; they can reproduce by themselves. They don't need males."
"Sounds good to me," Webby said tartly.
Violet had to chuckle. "Boys are kind of cute though. Sometimes though."
"True." Webby agreed.
"And if we were like cliché females we'd need them to lift heavy things. And open pickle jars." she said in a falsetto accent.
"I do not need a man to do anything for me," Webby said, her eyes flashing.
"But you let them sometimes, don't you? To stroke their ego."
It was Webby's turn to roll her eyes and snort. "Like they need to boost their egos. I once saw the guys walk into a bathroom with a ruler to measure themselves. It proved to be Huey by a centimetre, but—"
"Boys." Violet concluded.
"Boys." Webby nodded.
"I'm sure Dewey will figure himself out and apologize. He has to do that a lot doesn't he?"
Webby snorted.
Violet cracked her knuckles. "Want me to find some dirt on him?"
Webby smirked but shook her head. "No, leave him. I'll just give him the cold shoulder for today."
"Ahh, the good old silent treatment," Violet nodded. "Always an effective one."
"See?" Webby said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Boys always claim that they like the silent treatment, because it stops us from talking. But it works for a reason. They cannot stand it when they know we're angry with them."
Violet nodded. "Want to bet on how long it takes before Dewey cracks?"
Webby considered. "I think by eight o'clock tonight he will beg to apologize to me and ask me to begin talking to him again."
"Five. He won't last that that long. Especially if he wants sex." Violet grinned.
"In his dreams," Webby snorted disdainfully. "Not with the way he has been treating me. And besides, I do not feel well. The cramps."
"What is the prize if we win?"
Violet considered. "The loser has to give the other a body massage, making sure to rub hot oil all over the other's naked glistening skin."
Webby stared at Violet with wide eyes.
"Vi?"
Violet's tone was low and sultry. "And then, if things get a little out of hand from there, we'll just see where it goes. Maybe make out a little, explore each other's femininity."
Webby blushed. "Vi, I know I was angry and venting about the stupidity of men, and while I do think you're extremely attractive—"
Violet waved her hand and jerked her head toward Webby's door. She smirked.
Dewey and Huey were standing there, both of them wide eyed and slack jawed. Huey scrambled and placed a hand over his nose, which started bleeding.
Webby crossed her arms. "Please close the door Violet. If we are going to make out and explore each other's bodies I don't want anyone watching us."
Violet grinned wickedly and closed the door shut. Huey and Dewey tried to peer through the closing space.
Webby and Violet dissolved into giggles.
Violet had to smirk. "Remember that novel I gave you? Go read it right next to him and ignore him the whole time. Or maybe whisper the sex scene out loud just enough so that he can hear it. It'll drive him crazy."
Webby's eyes lit up and clapped her hands. "That's perfect! You're evil, Vi!"
"At your service," Violet replied. Webby giddily found the book and zipped to the living room.
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Webby was sitting on the couch reading Violet's book. Dewey was doing his absolute best not to watch as Webby traced little heart patterns over her thighs while reading a really graphic love scene, murmuring the juiciest parts out loud in a very seductive voice. Every time Dewey tried to peek Webby would turn away from him and jut out her hip a little more, curving her figure.
"She leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of Gus lips against her breast—"
"That's it," Dewey snapped. He lunged for a squealing Webby, yanked the book from her hands before she could protest and whipped it away.
"That is Violet's book!"
Dewey tackled her to the couch and stole a kiss. After a few moments he drew up and hovered over her, narrowing his eyes. Webby crossed her arms and gave him a very stern look.
"That's Violet's book? I didn't know she was into that kind of stuff."
"It was in the wrong section," Webby defended.
"What are you trying to do to me?"
Webby huffed and turned her gaze toward the window.
"I will so take you right here."
This got her attention. "No you will not."
"I will."
"We are in the living room."
"So?"
"I'll just toss you off me." Webby snorted.
"Want to make that bet?"
"I've already made a bet today." She glanced at the clock and pouted. "Which I lost. Violet was correct. I owe her a back massage."
Dewey's grip loosened on her arms and his face went blank. Webby used this opportunity to buck him off and dump him on the floor.
"Ow, hey!"
"It was a joke, Dewey. It'll never happen," she said haughtily, standing up from the couch and stretching.
He grinned. "Doesn't mean I can't fantasize."
Webby wrinkled her nose. "You boys and your fantasies."
"Can't blame a guy," Dewey shrugged with a grin. He stood up and blocked the door.
"Let me go." Webby said.
"Not without a kiss."
She snorted and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long one. They pulled away.
"I'm sorry." he sighed.
"It's okay. But, as a consequence, you're spending the night in your own bedroom, and we're not having sex anytime soon."
Both Dewey and Webby blushed when Duckworth came out of nowhere and raised his eyebrow amusedly at them.
"But Webbs!" he pouted. "Your bed is so much more comfortable. And I have such a great pillow." he said, glancing at her chest.
She tilted his face up by placing her fire underneath his chin. "No."
He snorted, and grinned as she walked up the stairs.
"Fine! But mark my words, Webbigail Vanderquack!" he called.
Little did he know that she was smiling.
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Huey leaned against Violet, placing his warm hand on her abdomen.
"Does it hurt?" Huey asked.
She smiled. "A little. They're just cramps, Hue."
He stared at her stomach in awe, when Webby walked in. Huey gently lifted Violet's shirt down.
"Oh! Sorry. Was I interrupting?"
"No, no," Huey smiled. "I was just asking if Violet was okay."
Webby snorted. "If only all boys could be like you. I owe Vi a back massage." she smirked.
Huey clutched his nose as he rushed out of the room, and the two girls laughed.
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I still can't get over the face that we hit 400. I love all of you :)
—Jordan