It's been a while, hasn't it? :))
Boss Teal: Respect
SuicidalBoyLouie: I answered all of your questions in the reviews :) Do feel free to ask more :))
MamanLouie: Just the thought of losing Webby triggers Dewey to think normally, and remind him of what's more important. And I have a psychotic ex girlfriend who hates me, and wanted to take revenge on me or whatever. The point is, I've answered how I broke my arm over a hundred times XD. And don't be worried, I'm fine
tbo: Thank you so much for understanding :) what? no blurb for me this time? :)
RANDOM: OH FUCK OH DAMN OH SHIT, THE DUCK NECKLACE! AND WHY THE CLIFFYS!? I NEED THE NEXT PART ASAP XDDD
AJ: "You're my wife. It's your job to bother me." LMAO. And I can imagine her being super nervous too!
creatura726: Will do! :))
dalek117: XD, take your time on your assignments. And I've been meaning to talk to you about Henry's arc :)
Let's Dewey It: Depressing Chapters are my middle name. nah, I'm kidding, it's Cooper, but you get it XDDD
Piplup lover 89: So, someone else asked me about Anime, but here's the thing. I've never watched one anime XDD. I'm always intimidated by the idea of anime's, don't ask me why XDD
Guest176: XDD, calm down, Henry and Webby are not going to be a thing, they are both in loving relationships :). And I don't know about Henry being a cinnamon roll inside. Yeah, I'm definitely making a sequel, but it may take several months DD: So, I will not be continuing Disappointment, I feel like it's better off as a one shot. I see a lot of these Louie hurt fanfics go awry because they have a kickass first chapter, but then all of the sudden it goes downhill and it gets confusing. Like, shit just gets super confusing, there's magic and mind control and it's just all over the place. So, I will not be doing that to Disappointment. A lot of you capitalize the words Depressed and Suicidal, hm? XDD stop worrying about me, my ex is facing charges and I'm okay
riverajocabed1: Hey, I love writing dream sequences! I'm gonna say Heron was more understanding than Steelbeak because she wasn't born and raised and pretty much influenced by FOWL like Henry and Steelbeak were. I feel like she has a story where she was found on the streets, and was taken in by Bradford or someone. I feel like if anything, he would be an antihero, like Catwoman, or Jason Todd (I don't know if you're a DC fan XD). LMAO, don't worry, that wasn't a jab at you. I'm sorry about adding the word "d*vorce", but it must be done D: I'm not sure how I stay up so late. Nah, there's no extra step, I just felt like messing with you XDD. Fun Fact, I've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Sue me. Girl, please don't pour hot sauce into your eyes. And no, I have nothing against robot love, I'm just saying we've grown to love Webby, and to find out she's a robot near the end of the show (the reason I say that is because it's challenging for a Disney show to get renewed for a Season 4) would just feel rushed and sloppy, which is something DuckTales isn't. I hope there is though, I'd be crushed if there wasn't. I just don't want to reach 50 chapters. Not yet, anyway. I might have to write super long chapters to squeeze in the story, I don't know. No, I never thought I'd make it this far. I knew I'd reach 100, because of how much my story was grossing. I reached 30 something at chapter 9! Which is rare for a new story. But I never knew I'd reach almost 500 or that I'd be getting shipped with another author, much less get fanfics written about me and said author. I feel like I should do the Tumblr because a lot of you guys ask me questions that I have to answer in the reviews XD. And I'll take a look at your empty tumblr :))) Love you too, stay safe :)
Ninjatana Warrior: I might be able to squeeze some ideas in, so PM me or review your ideas :)
creatura726: WHEEZE, well that clearly doesn't stop them XDDD
Guest: Hey, favs don't matter to me. I feel appreciated enough :) I'm almost at 500, that's enough to make me happy :)
darkness: which is why I regret not ending the story sooner. You just listed everything I need to get over with DDD: nah, I won't end it on a cliffy, but it'll come to an end soon. I just hope I don't surpass 55 chapters :) AND I WILL REMEMBER THE PROTECTION! XDD
Chapter 48 :)))
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The sun woke him up.
The first thing to come to Anthony's head before the pounding headache caused by the ridiculous amount of alcohol he had consumed last night, was a curse word. That particular curse word was followed by four more curse words, and then the hangover hit. The ache in his head was further aggravated by the one sunbeam that just had decided to fall perfectly across his closed eyes. He groaned, but that only worsened the pain in his head and made him aware of how cottony his mouth tasted.
There was a knock on the front door.
He sucked in a breath and prepared himself to move. He didn't think that he was going to throw up but that didn't mean he wouldn't—throwing up the morning after always managed to take him by surprise. After a moment of mental preparation, with a long groan, a hungover Anthony sluggishly sauntered towards the door, opening it.
"Joanne." Anthony greeted mutely, barely caring what he looked like. He was sure he could've been mistaken for a hobo.
"Anthony." Joanne mumbled, obviously not pleased to see him.
It was awkward. There had never been this much tension between them before.
"Do you want some coffee? Juice?" Anthony asked, shutting the door behind him.
"No," she answered firmly. Her tone was all business. "I wanted to know if you've spoken to Violet about the divorce?" Joanne asked, sitting down on the couch
He nodded. "I have. She said she needs time to think about it."
There was a tense silence.
"Joanne…" Anthony said, grasping her hand gently. "Don't you think we can work through this? For Violet's sake?"
She tensed at his touch, and gently moved her hand away. "I love our daughter to no end, but I… I can't forgive you for what you did, Anthony."
He pulled back, growing slightly angry. "Joanne, I'm sorry! It was over 20 years ago!"
She scowled. "I don't care if it was over 20 years ago, 30 years ago, or 40 years ago, it doesn't change the fact that you cheated on me."
"Can't you see that I'd do anything to take back what I did?" Anthony asked.
"Yes," she said softly. "I can."
"So why?" he asked desperately. "Why can't we just work on this?"
She stood up quickly. "Because you've never hurt me this much before!" she cried. "Anthony, the worst part about all this is that I still love you! And if you told me sooner, that you had a preference in men rather than women, then I still would've forgave you! But no, you decided to keep this from me for over two decades!" She sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Anthony… I can't do this. You cheated on me when I went on that 6 month expedition in high school, and worst of all, you kept it from me. We got married, we made love, we had a daughter… I trusted you with my whole life, and it hurts that you never trusted me with such a huge secret! Why?"
He stayed silent.
"Why, Anthony?" she asked, in a much more demanding tone.
"Because I love you!" he said, standing up. "Joanne, I'm… I'm crazy about you, and I didn't want to lose you! You… you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" his voice cracked.
"Anthony…'' Joanne murmured, teary eyed.
He got onto his knees. "Y-you can't leave me, Joanne. I… I can't function without you."
"Clearly," she said, taken in the sight of his week old shirt, scruffy beard, crooked glasses. The swelling redness around his eyes heavily suggested that he had been drinking.
"Please…" he said, standing up.
Without thinking, he pressed his soft, slightly chapped lips against hers, and he felt her melt into it. Her expression softened by a fraction of an inch, and then her guard was up.
"No!" she snapped, shoving him away, sniffling. "You can't just kiss me and fix everything! This… this is too confusing, Anthony!" Joanne growled. It hurt to see him—this was the man that she had spent so many years with and still loved dearly. "You're gay, but you love a woman?! How on Earth am I supposed to cope with that? Listen, I… I just don't know what to do anymore," she rambled as she grabbed her things. "Just tell Violet that I said hello. Goodbye, Anthony."
"Goodbye." he muttered, after she left.
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"Mother." Henry greeted evenly.
Heron looked weary. She had steaks of grey hair in her chocolate brown tresses, and a few wrinkles had made their way to her forehead. She wore a flashy orange jumpsuit, the metal on her arm was starting to rust, and she looked displeased—obviously prison had not been fun.
"Henry…" she finally said, a tired smile on her face. "You've grown."
"The academy trained me well." Henry replied coolly.
Heron smiled again, and Henry saw that this time, it was a genuine one. "I've missed you." she said, opening her arms.
Henry wasted no time rushing into her arms, and Heron held him.
"I… I've missed you too, Mom," he said shakily. "E-ever since Dad, I…"
"Shhh, Henry… that's enough. F.O.W.L men don't cry." she said firmly, ending the hug.
"R-right," he said, hastily wiping his eyes, silently cursing himself. "Well, I've been busy."
"I can tell, due to the amount of time I spent in that old jail cell," Heron said coldly. Before Henry could protest, she held her hand up. "Please, Henry. All I want to do is bathe, and get some rest on a bed that's not a cot."
"But…" he caught himself. "A-as you wish, Mother."
"Infiltrator!" Heron barked. "Set my room."
Henry noticed the anger flashing in Infiltrator's violet eyes, and Henry gave his robotic sister a look that said, 'Just leave it'. Infiltrator just scowled, but nodded.
"Right this way," she said, her voice low.
After the duo left, Henry let out a growl of rage and lifted his fist, burying it in the concrete floor. Cracks were created in the floor from the point of impact, and Sally leapt backward in surprise from his sudden anger. She took another step back and found herself flat against the wall. Henry seethed in anger again, and she practically saw a wave of energy crackling around his body.
"You okay?" she asked her fiancée carefully.
Henry growled. "No! What is with her! She should be happy I even broke her out in the first place!"
Sally hugged Henry tentatively from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his shoulder. He sighed heavily and turned to face her, placing his hands on her waist.
"Prison isn't a walk in the park, Hen. She's been through a lot." Sally said pointedly, resting her head against his firm chest.
"Yeah?" he asked sardonically. "Well, so have we. Losing Reaper to them. Me and Infiltrator spent months searching for him, only to find out that my father was dead!" he spat with disgust. "The least she could've done was show some interest in my life, because clearly, she's either been in prison, or on F.O.W.L missions to barely raise me!" Henry groaned. "I just wish F.O.W.L didn't control so much of her life. Infiltrator was the one who really raised me. Dad was always in Mexico, running the drug cartel, and he's not even doing that anymore. F.O.W.L took him away from me." Henry sighed. "I just wish they viewed me more as a son rather than some agent who'll continue their legacy as F.O.W.L agents."
He took a deep, angry breath. "But even that isn't enough for her to give me more than 5 months of her time."
Sally hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry, Henry. I didn't know it affected you this much."
He just sighed. "I just wonder what life would've been like if my parents had left the agency when I was born… how would it play out? What would a F.O.W.L-less life be like?"
"Careful," she said quietly. "That kind of thinking can get your tongue cut off."
He nodded. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," she whispered, cupping his cheek. "Your parents weren't ready for a baby. If they truly cared about you, then they would've left F.O.W.L entirely."
"But they didn't…" Henry growled. "And it's gotten to the point where I can't leave F.O.W.L. So many people are counting on me to take McDuck down, and so many people are counting on me to take over the drug cartel… I feel trapped."
"But, you don't have to do it alone," she said gently. "I'm here for you, and I love you," she whispered, looking up into his face and gently caressing the stubble on his jaw.
"I love you too," he said quietly, sounding exhausted. "Let's get to bed. I can't even process what just happened."
Sally laughed quietly, and the pair made their way upstairs. Once inside their bedroom, Henry climbed into bed, and Sally locked their door. She removed her robe before crawling into bed beside Henry. She ran her fingers through his thick auburn hair, caressed his warm chest, and then lightly tickled his abdominal muscles, before allowing her hand to drift below his waist.
Henry's eyes snapped open when he felt her small hand slip beneath the waistband of his boxers.
"What are you doing?" he murmured, trying to find her eyes in the darkness.
Her lips were beside his ear, and she whispered, "You looked so stressed down there. I think you need to loosen up a bit."
Henry felt something stir in the pit of his stomach, and Sally wrapped her hand around his length, stroking gently.
"Sally," Henry murmured. "God, I love you."
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Violet stood on her balcony, watching the sunrise. She had heard bits and pieces of her parents' argument, and she sighed—she knew her mother was hurt, but she was clinging onto this; because of her love for her father, and more importantly, because of her love for her. Violet couldn't believe that she had this much power over the subject of the potential divorce.
A pair of arms gently snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her in close.
"You okay?" Huey asked gently.
"Y-yeah," she murmured. "Just have a lot on my mind."
She paused, and Huey gently dragged her inside, shutting the balcony door shut.
"What do I do?" she groaned, flopping onto her bed.
He gently crawled beside her. "I wish I knew, Vi, but you can't ask me. This is about you: you as a person, and you as a human being. You feel pressured, because both of your parents want you to make a decision that determines the fate of their relationship."
"Exactly!" she cried.
Huey smiled warmly. "Your father wants you to keep the marriage, he wants to work on this. You also believe it can be fixed. I know you don't want your mother to move away, but at the same time, your mother… she's hurt." he said carefully. "You want to let her go, let her figure things out on her own. You don't want her to be forced to deal with all this shit."
"I just wish they could make their own decisions. I know I'm their daughter, but this… this happened so long ago! If it were recent, it would be easier, but there are so many things to consider—my parents' mental health, my father's physical health… it's all so overwhelming."
He gently kissed her forehead. "I know it is, but you… you're the strongest person that I know. And I know you'll make the right decision. Listen to your heart."
She closed her eyes, and thought for a moment. "I… I think you're right."
"You do?" Huey asked, giving her a small, reassuring smile.
She nodded, this time confidently. "I think I know what to do."
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I'll end it here :)))
EVERYBODY, please check out dalek117's new story "DuckTales: Contenders of Reality", it's a very interesting story so far! And he's also a huge reason as to why this story exists, so go show him some love :)
Until next time,
—Jordan :)))