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Chapter 54? HOW THE FUCK—
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After a blissful night in the Money Bin, Huey and Violet were inside Scrooge's meeting room, waiting for the discussion about F.O.W.L to commence.
"Lads," Scrooge announced. "Reaper and Gandra might have figured out a solution to our problem with the C.I.L.E."
Reaper stood forward, holding a pair of Waddle headphones. "This may look like an ordinary pair of headphones, but it's the key to help us solve and overcome the C.I.L.E's effects."
Gandra handed everyone a pair, explaining as she did so. "The boom of these headphones are lined with S.H.U.S.H technology, courtesy of the Money Bin and Agent 22. They are wired to block out any form of the C.I.L.E."
"Gee, noise blocking headphones, why didn't I think of that?" Louie muttered under his breath, making Lena chuckle.
"Do you really want to know?" Gandra asked, her piercing blue eyes boring holes into his.
"I…" Louie tried, scratching the back of his neck.
Gandra folded her arms. "Since Llewellyn here is so eager to see how these work, let's give him a try firsthand." she growled.
She slipped off her non-modified Waddle headphones, and tossed them to Louie, who caught them with ease. He shot Gandra an annoyed look, but she was unfazed. She then motioned for Fenton to bring her a pair customized S.H.U.S.H headphones, and slipped them on.
"Put them on, little boy." Gandra frowned, pointing at him.
"I don't think this is necessary." Louie scowled.
"I said put them on. Otherwise, me and you have a problem!" she snapped, jabbing her finger in his chest.
Louie took a deep breath, and slipped the non-modified Waddle headphones on.
"I was going to use Lil Bulb to demonstrate how these work, but since Llewellyn is so kind to offer his assistance, I'll gladly take it." Gandra said coyly. "You and me. Outside. Now." she said, gesturing for Louie to follow her, who begrudgingly obeyed.
She and Louie walked to the elevator, and outside. The family watched from the Bin's security footage:
As soon as they set foot outside of the Money Bin, Louie's knees buckled, and he fell forward. Gandra merely watched as he savagely writhed against the pavement. Louie cried in agony, and suddenly, his head lolled back, as if he were about to pass out. Before he could, however, he straightened up, his posture as stiff as a statue, and his eyes were starting to turn into a glassy shade of grey. He began tearing up, screaming as he did so. Webby gasped at the horrifying scene in front of her, wanting to go outside, but Lena held her back. She knew Gandra had her reasons for using such an extreme method.
Gandra loomed over Louie, her expression passive, and her eyes remaining the same shade of blue. Before Louie's eyes could turn grey for good, Gandra grabbed him by the hem of his hoodie, and dragged him back inside the Money Bin.
"And that's how it works," she said, casually dropping Louie onto the floor if he were a sack of potatoes.
Everyone, Gyro included, were stunned at Gandra's actions. Louie coughed, and heaved for air. He shakily took his headphones off, and groaned.
"Next time," Gandra seethed, grabbing Louie's hair with a rough hand, lifting his face up so that he was facing her. "Don't get in my way, punk." With that, she nearly slammed Louie's face back onto the floor, and he let out a soft whine.
"I'll… I'll go talk to her." Fenton said quietly after Gandra stormed off.
"Right behind you." Gyro, Henry, and Sally murmured.
Once they were gone, Webby rushed to Louie's side, followed by his brothers and friends. She turned him around, and cradled him in her arms. His head lolled into her chest, and he let out a shaky breath.
"Louie?" she asked, obviously worried.
He coughed, but slowly opened his eyes. Webby breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they were their usual colour.
"W-Webbs?" he croaked.
"I'm here," she said, cupping his face. His skin was flushed, and she gently stroked the hair that was plastered to his sweaty forehead back.
"I've got some water." Beakley said, handing it to her granddaughter. Webby fed him some sips, until he was strong enough to sit up, and grasp the cup on his own.
"Gandra is…" Lena started.
"A bitch." Louie finished weakly.
"Incredible!" Lena corrected, laughing. "Oh god, Lou, you wet your pants!"
He shot his girlfriend an annoyed glare, and Lena's laugh died down.
"Not the word I was looking for, Lena, but her methods seem a little… extreme." Scrooge managed.
"I just want to be alone." Louie gritted his teeth.
He nodded quick thanks to Webby, and stormed off to his and Lena's little room in the Money Bin. Everyone was left in an uncomfortable silence, unsure if they should've followed him, or given him some time to recover.
"I don't think that was what he wanted to hear at the moment, Lena." Dewey said pointedly.
"Oh, lighten up, Dew. He'll get over it." she chuckled.
Huey sighed. "Maybe it's something we can joke about in the future, but I don't think he wanted to hear his girlfriend laugh at him… I'd hate to imagine what he just went through."
Violet nodded. "I concur. Lena, give him some time to cool off, and then go apologize."
"Alright, alright! Lay off a little!" Lena snapped.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Let's all take a little time to cool off," Scrooge announced, clearing his throat. "Beakley, let's go see what Gandra's up to."
Everyone watched as the adults disappeared into the lab.
"What the fuck are we going to do?" Dewey asked suddenly.
"Language, Dew," Huey warned.
Dewey snorted. "Well, I'm not wrong. At least with the last F.O.W.L mission, we had some sense of security. With this… aren't we just barging in?"
Webby set a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know it's harder this time, but we need to take Heron down. Otherwise, we might live in the Money Bin for good."
"Or worse, we'll live with Gandra." Violet shuddered.
Everyone shuddered at that.
"Heron it is." Dewey decided, frowning when he thought about his younger triplet writhing against the pavement in pure agony. A disturbing memory crossed his mind, and suddenly, he saw Louie in the alleyway, surrounded by the Beagle Boys, bleeding out. He vigorously shook his head, and took a deep breath.
"Get some rest," Huey said, setting a hand on Dewey's shoulder. "You're going to need it for the mission tomorrow."
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Lena stood at the door, unsure of what to do. She practically felt Louie's anger from where she stood. Taking a deep breath, she bravely knocked on the door, waiting for the mischievous boy to appear.
"I know you're in there," Lena said pointedly when there was no answer. "I'm coming in."
Lena opened the door, to find him on his side, his bare, toned back facing her. Lena glanced at it for a moment, taking in the amount of scars Louie had. The blanket was up to his waist, and his hair was a mess. The room reeked of cigarettes, and Lena sighed.
"You smell like an ashtray," she tried to joke.
No answer. He must've been really angry with her then.
"Louie?" she asked gently.
She closed and locked the door behind her, and took a look around the small room. The walls were painted a dark blue, and it wasn't decorated much. There was one queen sized mattress, along with two lamps on either side. Next to her side of the bed was the bathroom. There was a window, but she and Louie knew better than to open it, and let the waves of the C.I.L.E inside. Lena knew the Money Bin was a safe place to go if there was any danger, but she never knew how fortified it really was. It felt surreal. To be inside a small, yet luxurious, room while the world suffered just outside the window. Scrooge had certainly prepared the Money Bin for the worst possible scenario, especially after the first Shadow War with Magica.
She turned her gaze back to her boyfriend, who was still staring at the wall. His shoulders were rigid, and his jaw was clenched. His fists shook with anger, and Lena felt a pang of guilt. She knew firsthand how awful the C.I.L.E felt, and it was wrong of her to tease Louie about it. God, how fucking stupid was she?
"Lou? I'm sorry. About everything." she tried.
She waited for a response, his silence almost painful.
"Llewellyn, please!" she pleaded. "I would take it back but I can't! Can't you see that I'm sorry?!" she snapped, starting to lose her patience.
"Yes," he growled, finally sitting up to face her, and Lena caught her breath. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed. The scruff he'd been sporting on either side of his face was covered in cigarette ash, and she spotted dried up tears streaks on his cheeks. "You knew what it felt like. You knew exactly what I went through, and you just fucking laughed!" he snapped.
Lena groaned. "Louie, I know it was a dick move—"
"I'm being serious," he snapped. "Did you not see me writhing on the ground? Did you not see my cry as I fought for my mind?"
"I did!"
"So it was all a big joke to you?!" he snarled.
"I'm sorry!" she snapped.
He laid back down, and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
Lena laid down next to him. "Louie, it was wrong of me to laugh. I don't know what you want me to do to make it up to you." she sighed, gently running her hand through his disheveled hair.
He seemed to respond to her touch, and Lena hooked her arms underneath his armpits, hoisting him up, and turning him around to face her. He kept his eyes closed, and she brushed off the cigarette ash from his facial hair. He slowly opened his eyes, and leaned into her chest, encircling his arms around her smaller figure. Lena felt her chest become wet with his tears, and she grimaced.
He had been controlled by Steelbeak.
He had been controlled by Heron.
He had been controlled by the C.I.L.E.
And she laughed.
And now, as he cried into her chest, Louie Duck finally seemed to be broken. She stroked his hair, kissing his forehead gently as he did so.
"I feel so different from when we first met," Louie said shakily. "I… I don't know if I'm even me anymore."
"You are," she said sternly. "You're the man I fell in love with, you're the man I'm still in love with, and you make me happy every single day."
He took another shaky breath, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He sat up, and Lena tried not to focus her gaze on all the cuts across his arms and toned body. He had been through a lot.
Louie Duck deserved a happy ending.
They all did.
"You're so beautiful, Lena." he said softly.
Lena's breath caught in her throat at the sound of him suddenly saying her name. He looked deep within her dark eyes, and she could feel her heart flutter.
Louie smirked from seeing the look in her eyes. "Cat got your tongue?"
Lena was about to retort, but was immediately silenced with a small, but passionate, kiss.
"Or is it just me?" Louie finished.
"It will be if you keep kissing me." Lena wrapped her arms around Louie's neck, and pulled him closer.
Louie placed his other hand on Lena's waist, and gently squeezed it, to which she replied with a low moan. She pulled his head towards her, kissing his lips: they were slightly chapped, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be with him, to taste him, to smell his husky scent as he was pressed against her. He moved in towards her soft lips, kissing them slightly rougher than before. She didn't object and kissed him back, and his tongue slipped past her lips, trying to dominate her mouth. He trailed his lips downward, reaching her neck, trying to find where her sweet spot was.
"O-oh! Louie!" her voice broke, and her head lolled back as he found it.
He nipped and licked at the spot, causing her breathing to get uneven and ragged. Lena ran her fingers through his hair, begging for more. He smirked, and she said nothing as she guided Louie's hands to the bottom of her shirt. He tugged upward on her right shirt that showed off her breasts. He moved both his hands to her breasts. Just before touching them, he glanced up to see any objection on her face or in her eyes. He saw no hesitation, and proceeded to touch her soft breasts. She placed her hands on his toned thighs and moaned in pleasure. He massaged her breasts lovingly, and she arched her back into him. He took her nipples in his fingers and lightly squeezed them.
"Louie," Lena whispered hastily.
He laid her down, so that he was on top of her, and started sucking on her hardened nipple. while massaging her other breast with his hand. She gripped his hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He sucked a little harder, to which she pulled away.
"Louie, please be easy."
"I'm sorry, Lena," he said as he moved up and sweetly kissed her lips. "I'll be gentle."
Louie headed back for her breasts, but Lena pushed his shoulders down farther. He knew what she wanted, so he pulled her pants and underwear off and threw them on the floor next to him. He glanced at her womanhood, which was already glistening with wetness, and leaned into it. Lena teasingly closed her legs, and laughed when Louie opened them back up. He leaned in again, his hands on the insides on her thighs, and kissed all around it and up and down her thighs. Little moans escaped Lena's lips, and she began to feel a throbbing ache between her legs. Louie rubbed his fingers between her wet folds, and Lena gasped in pleasure. He started them slowly and gently, building up the pleasure inside of Lena that was begging to be released. He knelt down into her, and started to move his tongue all around her womanhood. He could feel her juices drip out of her and onto his face.
"O-oh, Louie!" Lena gasped between moans as his tongue tasted every bit of her.
She gripped his hair with both hands, and pushed his face down into her. His nose stung a little bit from the pressure she forced upon it, but he didn't care; he just wanted to pleasure her. He moved his tongue down to her entrance and thrusted his tongue into her. He lapped up as much of her juices as he could before sitting up.
"Louie," Lena whined. "Why did you stop?"
He pulled his boxers off, and hovered over top of her. She smirked and wrapped her legs around his torso, and pulled him with her legs, causing him to thrust inside of her. He jolted, obviously startled by her forwardness, but he eased into her, and began moving into her slowly. Lena bucked her hips into him, signaling for him to go faster. He did so and sped up the pace, finding the perfect rhythm to move at.
He buried her face into the crook of her neck, nipping and sucking at her damp skin. She gripped onto his broad shoulders, her fingernails digging into his back. He growled, and gently began rubbing at her clit, causing her to scream in pure ecstasy. She bit at his shoulder, which seemed to turn him on even more. Screams of their names filled the small room as they reached their climax in unison. He collapsed on top of her, sweating and out of breath.
"Lena?" Louie asked when they both caught their breath.
"Yes?" she answered.
"You're amazing." Louie rolled over on his back so she could cuddle on his chest.
"No," she stated as she rolled over with him. "You are."
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The next morning, the gang got ready to take Heron down once and for all. Scrooge handed everyone a pair of the modified Waddle headphones, and Reaper and Gyro went around, adjusting each one, and making sure each pair was functional.
"Be careful, you guys." Violet announced. She wrapped her arms around Dewey, and lightly placed a kiss on the cheek. Dewey blushed, and she smiled warmly.
Huey hugged Louie tightly. "Try not to think about it too much, okay?"
Louie nodded, and blushed when Violet placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as well.
"I like you a lot, Vi, but you don't need to kiss me like that!" Webby laughed, and Violet giggled.
"But I can," Huey smirked, wrapping his arm around Webby's waist, giving her a peck on the cheek. Louie laughed, and pulled Webby in for a big hug. He spotted Lena glaring out the window, her lips set in a small frown. His friends glanced at each other worriedly, but Louie shook his head.
"I'll go talk to her," he announced, walking towards his girlfriend. "You alright?" Louie asked gently.
"I'm just worried." she said, glancing at Dewey's neck.
Louie frowned, and kept his voice low. "The bomb's gone. Reaper said so… right?"
"No, Reaper didn't say so," she frowned. "Reaper said after a year it'll be dysfunctional. It's still somewhat active." she said worriedly.
"He'll… he'll be alright. I mean, it's Dewey, right?" Louie asked, and Lena sighed.
Lena shook her head. "We've faced a lot of different things, we've survived a lot of different things, but this isn't Magica. This isn't Glomgold, this isn't some comic book villain. This is F.O.W.L, Louie, they're fucked up. They're capable of things I'm sure you know of," Lena sighed, grabbing his hand, and studying his knuckles. They were still a bit crooked after the time he was under Steelbeak's control, and punched the metal bars of their prison cell. Then, her eyes darted towards his neck, and she spotted the wounds where Steelbeak injected the serum inside of him.
He noticed her dark, almost ominous tone. "I know that voice. Your magic is acting up, isn't it?"
"I…" Lena started defensively, as if she was about to deny it, but her expression darkened, and she groaned. "You're right, Louie. My magic has a lot of properties, including the ability to be able to sense death." she said, almost monotone, but Louie could see that she was trying her best not to cry.
"L-Lena, what are you saying?" Louie asked worriedly.
She sighed heavily. "This mission's not safe."
"There's more than that," Louie pressed, trying his best to remain calm. "Tell me."
She stared up at him, teary eyed. "I don't know who… but I know this, Llewellyn: not all of us are going to make it back alive."
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Andddd I'll end it here! Intense ending or nah?
—Jordan :)