I can't believe it's been 47 chapters! Important message at the bottom :)
dalek117: Yeah, I agree, Lena has some serious mental health issues in the show, PTSD with Magica, probably depression from being isolated in the shadow realm… jeez. Right? That's another reason why I ship Louie and Lena. AND OF COURSE I LOVED IT, MAN! CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR STORY!
Guest: XDDD don't worry, I knew who you were talking about
MamanLouie: True, true, we all have our opinions :) I agree with Dewey and Webby's dynamic, but they have a lot of heartwarming moments in every single season, so that's always why my go to ship is Debbigail
Guest176: LMAO, I'M SORRY! And I'm not answering shit XDD. Yes, dalek did an amazing job! Don't worry, I'm back :)
Boss Teal: I aspire to have your music taste and diversity XDDD
Let's Dewey It: AND THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BULLSHIT THROUGHOUT ALL THIS XDDDD
LeDuCKGoOse: LOL, so everyone wants evil Webby, huh?
Piplup lover 89: Hmm, I've never really written on any other site, but I'll see what I can do :)
riverajocabed1: I agree, he's growing up too fast XDDD Yes ma'am, all difficult decisions are determined by an epic game of Rock, Paper, Scissors! YOU ARE DEAD TO ME! PEANUT BUTTER? WHY JO, WHY?! THE ANARCHY! Yepppp, Dalek's handling the whole memory chip thing, while I make minor edits :) I think we all had trouble placing the quotations, I still do! Exactly! Don't mess with Scrooge McDuck! I think you're starting to understand me a little too well, ma reine XD Of course I wrote the Louna part! LMAO, I laughed out loud with the whole "cross" part! Nope! Actually, I'm not sure. SHOULD I add Magica? *makes ghosts noises in back* Hmm, I see a lot of people making up the eye colours, but I just say "dark eyes" because aside from Goldie or Gandra or Boyd, nobody has coloured eyes in DuckTales. Brown eyes are beautiful, sometimes my blue startle even me. Hey! If I cared about size, I'd be the shallowest dick alive! I REALLY hope Webby isn't a robot, that could make our fics a little bit difficult. Who knows. Maybe I'm up to something awful… cue my important message below. Well, if fictional us do have a baby, what are we naming it if it's a girl?! I;m jealous cause he can't feel a thing! It's like having iron skin, I'd call him Superman. And I wouldn't want my exes name carved into my skin D: Love you!
RANDOM: All hail Dalek indeed! And you're back! :DDDD Ooooohh you added GiddyReflections! Dalek popping out of nowhere to scare me is SOOOO in character for him. XDDD YOU DEADASS NAILED MINE AND DALEK'S FRIENDSHIP! I JUST DO RANDOM SHIT, AND HE'S LIKE, "Jordan, let's THINK about this!" ARE YOU KIDDING?! I MISTOOK IT FOR A FEMALE? COME ON AU ME, HAVE SOME SENSE! I honestly love how you incorporated Jocabed's theatre side into all this, she'll love this fic for sure. Oooh, my heart melted at, "I don't get out much," Jordan nervously shrugged. "Clearly," Jo laughed and lightly hit his head with her instrument. She grabbed one edge of her dress and handed it to Jordan, "Hold onto my dress will you." "Um," Jordan wasn't sure what she was about to do but held on. You got my relationship with her spot on! DAMN IT RANDOM (or RANDOM'S friend) I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE!
AJ: This was so cute! And if we do have that baby, she's really set on naming it Issac, okay? :)
Onwards! (did anyone watch that movie? Is it good?)
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17 Years Ago…
The air was thick with the scent of metal and blood. Steelbeak smirked deviously as he held the smoking gun, eyeing his ex best friend lying in a puddle of his own blood.
"I'll get you for this, you bastard. We'll meet in Hell." Henry croaked weakly.
Suddenly, Henry got up, and his bullet wounds began closing up, and Steelbeak took a step back.
A fiery chasm split open underneath Steelbeak's feet, and he screamed as dozens of pairs of gnarled arms grabbed at his feet, dragging him under. Once the hands dragged him underneath, he was set onto a table with restraints on his hands and feet. Several of the gnarled hands grabbed his metal mouth, and began pulling violently. Steelbeak let out a soft whine.
"Steel faced freak." a voice spat, and out came Henry.
"H-HENRY!" Steelbeak yelled in a voice full of panic. "Help!"
Henry stared at him in disgust, and smirked, pulling on it harder than everyone else did. He tried not to scream, he felt the bolts connected to his jaw become loose. The pulls became more and more demanding, and Steelbeak screamed when it finally came undone.
"Perfect." Henry grinned manically, holding up his now severed, bloody mouth.
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Steelbeak screamed, rushing into the bathroom. He hunched over the toilet, and emptied the contents in his stomach.
"Honey?" Heron asked, sitting up.
He was hugging his knees, his head leaning against the counter. A line of sweat plastered his curly dark red hair to his forehead, and he was trembling, rubbing his jaw as if it were swollen.
"What happened?" she asked gently.
Steelbeak just shook his head—she didn't know about what he did to Henry.
"Babe, please! Talk to me!" she probed.
"I-I," he stammered. "I… can't."
With that, he stood up, and tried to walk away. Heron narrowed her eyes, and grabbed his shoulder, roughly spinning him around so that he was facing her. Heron glared at him with so much venom in her eyes, but of course, he saw past that. He saw that she was hurt.
"You've never kept anything from me." she said, her voice wavering.
Steelbeak faltered. "I… snapped."
He lapsed into a conversation about how he spiraled after Henry's departure and how odd it seemed to be. He told his wife about going into his files, and spotting something fishy about his mission to kill Rachel Beakley.
"There was no picture of a corpse of Rachel. Henry just wrote that she drowned."
"That's not like Henry." Heron frowned.
Steelbeak winced when she talked about him in present tense.
"So, I-I cleared my conscience…" Steelbeak stammered.
"Muncher," Heron gasped, her voice wavering. "What did you do?"
He started shaking, and held a finger up to his throat. He pretended to slice his neck open, and Heron gasped, stumbling backwards.
"Y-you didn't." Heron said shakily, her skin suddenly feverish and pale.
Steelbeak just shook his head. "I…"
"I can't even look at you right now." Heron snapped, grabbing a coat.
"Babe!" he tried, reaching for her arm.
Heron roughly tore her arm away from his grasp. "Don't fucking touch me!"
"It was official business!" Steelbeak snapped. "He was with Rachel Beakley, a S.H.U.S.H agent! Don't forget who we are, Heron!"
Heron faltered, then remembered Henry's fierce words that night: When does it all end? What if F.O.W.L does succeed and there's nothing to larceny against? What then? Everything we worked for will be for nothing, and I want to get out of the endless loop before it starts!
She hardened. "Our job doesn't define us, you monster." she said with disgust.
With that, she spun around, slamming the door behind her. Steelbeak just groaned.
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-Present Time-
Dewey wore a black blazer with a navy collared shirt, black tie, and black dress pants and shoes. Huey and Louie's outfits looked almost identical, except Louie wore a dark green dress shirt while Huey sported a maroon dress shirt.
Today marked the 18th anniversary of Webby's parents deaths.
The boys were coming down from their side of the staircase while the girls came down from theirs. Violet wore a simple strapless black, knee length dress, while Lena wore a black collared shirt tucked into black pinstriped pants that hugged her figure just right. Webby was behind them, wearing a simple black dress with a white collar. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and her eyes were already red, signaling that she's been crying earlier.
Dewey pulled her into a hug. "You look beautiful. I love you so much."
Webby melted into the embrace. Louie joined in next, followed by Violet. Soon enough, everyone was hugging her. Beakley watched from a distance, and wiped a tear. Seeing Webby with her friends warmed her heart.
"I love you too." she murmured into Dewey's warm embrace.
They got inside the car, and the ride was solemn and quiet. Everyone felt it—the dread, the anguish, the pain, the hurt. Today was the first time Webby knew about who her parents were, and she was far less from ready to face it.
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"Hey, Uncle Henry." Henry said awkwardly to the tombstone, kneeling down.
He remembered his mother taking him here when he was younger—she'd tell him stories of Henry Vanderquack, a well known, and feared agent in the F.O.W.L community. Henry himself had very vague memories of the man, one of which being a buttery memory of Vanderquack giving him a piggyback ride. His mother had told him when his father went to Mexico to run the drug cartel, his Uncle Henry would watch after them.
That is, until Vanderquack left F.O.W.L.
Henry bitterly glanced at the tombstone next to Vanderquack's—Rachel P. Beakley.
"I'm trying to become a better person," Henry said. "I have Sally, I have Infiltrator… I just don't understand why you did what you did, Uncle Henry! If you hadn't left F.O.W.L, then maybe you'd still be here. Maybe my dad would have still been here. I could've learned so much from the best F.O.W.L agents in history. People still talk about you and Dad!"
He gingerly placed a hand over the stone, caressing it carefully. "I want to be like you."
Of course, he got no answer from the slab of stone. Henry knew that his father had killed Vanderquack, but he understood where both sides were coming from—Vanderquack valued love over power and fear, while his father had gone pretty much apeshit over Vanderquack's departure, using F.O.W.L's resources to his advantage. He shuddered. He'd always had mixed feelings about his dad… No. Henry decided firmly. Vanderquack was wrong to leave F.O.W.L. His father was right. At least… that's what High Command told him. Henry shook it off. It didn't matter. He was F.O.W.L, and that was that. He had no time for doubts.
Just as he was about to set the bouquet of flowers down onto the grave, he heard a car coming to a halt, followed by several car doors being opened and then closed. Henry tensed. He'd been to this private cemetery on this day for the past couple of years, and he'd never, never, heard anyone else arrive. The possibility of a new death occurred to him, but F.O.W.L made sure to pound any coincidences out of his system.
Instead, Henry sauntered in front of another tombstone a few feet away from Vanderquack's—close enough to be earshot. A gang of 6 well dressed teenagers, maybe a couple of years younger than himself, solemnly walked towards Vanderquack's tomb. Henry's eyes widened: the McDuck kids. He recognized all of them: Lena DeSpell, Violet Apollonia Sabrewing, Hubert Duck, Llewellyn Duck, Dewford Dingus Duck, which only left…
Webbigail Vanderquack.
She knelt down in between her parents' tombs, and let a tear roll down her cheek. Soon enough, she was sobbing. Dewey knelt down beside her and put an arm around her, pulling her in close. She trembled against his chest, and he rubbed her lower back, pressing his lips against her forehead, whispering words of love.
Henry wasn't sure what to do except stare blankly at the crew, not caring if they noticed or not. Seeing them support each other, seeing them care about each other made him question some of the things he was planning—
What the fuck are you thinking? Henry stopped himself.
He hastily set the flowers down on the random tombstone, and stormed out of the cemetery.
Where the fuck did that come from?
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Dewey softly shut the bedroom door behind them, and Webby stood there, her back faced towards him. They had just returned from the cemetery, and there was a tense silence.
"You okay?" Dewey asked carefully.
It took her a moment to register the question. "Huh? Yeah… I'm okay."
He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she finally let it out—she buried her head in his chest, letting out shaky sobs. He knew she tried to stay strong, but he knew her just as well as she knew him. Dewey knew that she was overwhelmed. After a few minutes, she took a deep, shaky breath, and nodded once. Twice, to make sure that he knew that she would be okay.
"I… I miss them." she said, sliding against the door and sitting down.
Dewey sat down next to her.
She continued. "But I've never missed them until now. Even without knowing who they were. I always assumed that… that they were gone. I wasn't ready for a fucking heartfelt story like this." She leaned on his shoulder. "I… I love you Dewey."
"I love you too, Webbs," he said, gently kissing her cheek. "So much. Hearing about your parents and how much they've sacrificed for one another… it's made me realize how I feel about so many people… mainly you."
She blushed.
"I'd do anything for you, Webby." Dewey said solemnly.
She cupped his cheek. "I know that. I hope you know that I'd do anything for you too. I'd risk my life for you."
His expression became pained at the thought of losing Webby. "N-no, Webby, don't say that. I won't let you… I can't imagine my life without you."
The couple held each other for a while, letting untold feelings be expressed through touch.
"I have a surprise for you," he said, standing up. He held his hand out, and Webby took it, smiling as he hoisted her up with ease.
"Here." he said, undoing his tie.
"Are you going 50 Shades of Grey on me, Dewford?" she teased as he blindfolded her.
He chuckled. "Maybe later."
She blushed, remembering their rough encounter inside the car all those months ago. Dewey led her outside her bedroom, and carried her downstairs.
"Don't drop her, Dewey." came Louie's teasing voice.
"He'll be doing the same thing carrying her across the threshold at their wedding." Lena snickered.
Webby gave them the middle finger.
"No peeking," came Huey's voice, but he sounded just as amused.
"That's enough." Violet said sternly.
Dewey set her down, and Webby knew that they were standing in front of the fireplace, due to the intense heat she felt.
"Open," he said.
Webby undid the makeshift blindfold, and wanted to cry.
Above the fireplace was a giant portrait of Henry Vanderquack, arm in arm with Rachel Beakley. He wore a well pressed navy suit, his hair parted to the side. His icy blue eyes were twinkling, and he looked at his wife with utmost love and affection. Rachel was wearing a dazzling white dress, her dirty-blonde hair put up into a bun. She gave the camera a peace sign, while holding her bouquet.
No wonder Webby's this beautiful. Dewey thought as he eyed her parents.
Webby rushed to hug him, and he felt her tears soaking his shirt, though he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around her, and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"It's perfect. The picture…?"
Beakley loomed over them. "It was taken at their wedding. Right here, in this hall."
Webby let herself be held. Her friends soon joined the hug.
"Do you like it?" Dewey asked softly.
Webby gave her boyfriend a goofy, tear filled nod. He laughed, and wiped away a few tears of his own. She no longer felt the sense of dread when it came to the topic of her parents.
Everything finally felt… complete.
After Webby's surprise, Huey and Violet headed towards the Sabrewing household.
"Hey dad." Violet greeted, kissing his cheek.
Huey frowned at his girlfriend's dad—ever since his incident, he looked a lot more withered and older. He was growing a beard with white wisps on hair, his hair was growing a little bit beneath his ears, and he looked scruffier than ever. His clothes were often wrinkled, his ties were loose. It was a far cry from the dad Huey was terrified of.
"Everything alright, Mr. Sabrewing?" Huey asked.
The author rubbed his temples. "I just got off the phone with Violet's mother."
"Is the divorce happening?" Violet asked.
"Actually," he said. "That's what I wanted to ask you, Violet."
Anthony stood up—he looked a little better, and not as skinny. He set his nimble fingers on Violet's shoulder, and looked her in the eye. "Are you going to be okay if your mother and I do split up?"
Violet shuffled uneasily. "I'll need to think about it, Dad, I just need some time."
Mr. Sabrewing nodded. "Okay, Violet. I love you."
"Love you too, Dad."
Just as Huey was about to follow Violet upstairs, her dad called:
"Oh, and Violet?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Keep the door open." he said with a wink.
Huey grinned, while Violet on the other hand, wanted to die.
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"Dewey!" Webby laughed as he suddenly lifted her up and into his arms.
Her own hands wrapped around his neck automatically, holding herself up and against him as he laid her down on the bed behind them. He hastily pulled away, and she heard him cursing under his breath, frustrated with himself.
"What is it?" she asked, concerned.
"I-I was wondering if you wanted to, with your parents and all. If you don't want to—" he trailed off when he saw that she was trying not to laugh. "You're laughing at me!"
She giggled. "I'm sorry, you look so cute when you're mad at yourself. Of course I want this, Dewdrop."
Dewey pouted, but her arms round around his neck, bringing him back down to her, their lips a couple centimeters apart. He finally gave in, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her off the bed and against him instead. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, forcefully, his eyes closed, and hands clenched against her back tightly.
Her fingers enlaced around the locks in his hair, pulling on them slightly, making him freeze in his movements for a split second, something she noticed, before he pulled from the kiss. He smirked before leaning straight down to her neck, kissing her skin softly. Her heart had started beating vigorously in her chest as he did, her body shuddering at the familiar sensations that coursed throughout her body. His lips pressed against her neck, followed by a soft bite in the same place, before he leaned further down to her collarbone. Webby stifled a moan, opting to grip onto his hair instead.
Dewey took a moment to look around the room, the door was locked. Check. The windows were closed. Check. Drapes were over all the windows. Check. The clothes were off… not check. It was the next thing on his list, but he wanted to do it slowly, to tease her.
He went back to kissing her neck, trailing one of his hands down to the front of her dress, pulling on the lace holding the top of it together. During this, Webby had already made quick work to get the front part of his blazer unbuttoned. He pulled for a split second, winking at her before sliding off his blazer, along with his shirt, leaving his upper body visible to the girl in front of him. He knew if they went too far, he wouldn't be able to stop, at all.
"Please, Dewey…" she murmured.
His chest felt like it was on fire, in a good way, as she spoke to him like that. He leaned back over her, pressing his lips to her own, softly trailing his tongue against the top lip, begging for entrance. She gladly obliged and opened her mouth slightly for him to entangle his own tongue with hers. During this, he had worked all the lace from her dress, ready to pull it off her body with ease. He pulled from the kiss and slid down, pulling on the fabric of her dress. He stood at the edge of the bed, and removed the dress completely from her body, leaving her in a bra and her panties.
No matter how many times he had seen her like this, her face was red. His heart melted at her abrupt cuteness. He leaned back over her, moving his left leg in between both her legs, and pressing it up against her softly, causing her to cry out for him before she bit her bottom lip slightly. Though the walls were thick, she didn't want to even get caught or heard by Reaper.
He continued his actions, moving his leg against her once more before moving off her and letting his hand run down her stomach and stop at the edge of her panties. Then he swallowed and moved his hand under them, curling his fingers to press against the little bump resting on her lips. Her hips buckled and a moan fell from her lips as he did this, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
"God, Webbs..." Dewey husked hoarsely, pulling his hand out from her panties.
He then went and slid down again, kissing down her chest, over her bra, and down her stomach before sitting up and pulling the underwear from her skin and tossing it on the ground with the dress and his shirts. Webby's back arched, trying to cope with all the pleasant sensations that buzzed around her.
Webby sat up, and allowed him to unhook her bra, and he was quick to capture both mounds in his mouth. Webby let out a breathy moan, unable to keep quiet.
"Dewey...!" She panted as he pulled her up against him into a sitting position on his lap, her legs bent at either side of his waist.
"Yes Webby?" he questioned with a slight growl, running his fingers down her bare back and rested them at her hips, gripping them slightly as he pulled out from her, knowing she was ready to fall asleep soon.
Her eyes had opened and she looked down at him, moving her hand to his cheek as her eyes closed for a couple seconds from the exhaustion she was feeling. Then she opened them again, parting her lips to speak, "I love you."
He leaned in and pecked her lips quickly as he moved her from his lap and laid her on the bed, her eyes closing at the movements. The smile never faded from her lips that night, and she was quickly falling deep into her dreams that night, but not before she heard her boyfriend say the words to make her heart skip beats, while his arms found their way around her waist.
"I love you too... So much..."
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And I'll wrap it up here! :) feels good to be back at the wheel, and Dalek did an astounding job writing the last chapter!
IMPORTANT NOTE, guys :)
I do feel like OTLTA has to come to an end soon. But don't worry, there's definitely going to be a sequel. I feel like if I add Henry's arc, it's going to be too much to read for one fic. This fic is almost 50 chapters, over 100,000 words… I need to end it someday :)
ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE
So, a few of you guys have been PM'ing me to start a Tumblr account. I don't know if I should, so let me know in the reviews if you want to see me there too :)
Until next time!
—Jordan :D