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The Not-So-Ultimate Writer: So, Huey and Boyd are roommates. Violet, Lena, and Webby are roommates. Violet and Huey used to live together, but moved apart when they broke up. Louie has his own apartment nearby, and Dewey's temporarily staying at that hotel. Nope, nobody has told them that Dewey was back. There will be more Louna, and I have no idea about the velocity question.
Kai: Yeah :) I just wanted to get the friends over with before I shift over to the family. That was the reaction that I was aiming for ;)
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Imagine Coldplay: I mean… she did smack him in the back of the head. And let me grab you some tissues…
roseisj: I strived to do that, so it's refreshing to hear someone acknowledge that :) You know, I may be shipping Dewlet, but nearly as much as I ship Huelet and Debbigail ;) Hmm, maybe it's bad, maybe not, you'll just have to wait ;))
Lets Dewey It: When writing it, it also gave me the feels. And no more waiting, because it's here! :)
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Here's the next chapter! Important message at the end!
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Lena, wanna spend the night at my apartment?" Louie asked with a yawn.
It had been an emotional and eventful night. Lena nodded at her boyfriend, jumping up to get her coat, before she turned to the man that had been the reason for the emotional and eventful night. She shot him a warm smile, one that he returned.
"Dewey, would you like a ride back to your hotel?" Boyd asked.
"Uh," Dewey faltered, his eyes dropping to Webby who sat snuggled into his side.
"Actually," Webby cut in, shifting to sit up slightly. "We're gonna talk some more, right Dewey?"
"Uh, yeah," he swallowed, as her hand landed on his thigh. "S-sure."
"Is that what kids are calling it?" Louie smirked, surprised at the glares he received. "What? I understood the code."
"Come on, Louie," Lena fondly shook her head, as she forcibly pulled him from his chair, and pushed him towards the door. She then came over to Dewey, who stood up, and she embraced him. "It's good to have you back," she whispered in his ear.
"It's good to be back," he replied honestly.
It really was. He hadn't expected it, had dreaded it even, but he really shouldn't have. Despite everything, they had made him feel at ease, made him feel welcome, and part of the group once more.
Lena pulled back smiling at him, her eyes lingering on him a long moment before she nodded to herself, presumably satisfied.
Huey was the next to walk over and hug him. "Good seeing you, man," he patted his back.
"You too," Dewey agreed. "And again I'm sorry for everything."
"I know… just stick around this time and we'll be good," Huey smiled.
Dewey doubted it would be quite that easy, but nodded gratefully as he watched Louie, Lena, Huey, and Boyd exit the apartment, leaving Dewey, Webby, and Violet alone.
"Well, I'll just, uh," Violet gestured towards her bedroom. "Night guys." she blushed, not wanting to be present when Dewey and Webby got it on.
"Night, Vi." they smiled as she disappeared into her bedroom.
"You did it," Webby murmured, standing in front of him, her arms sliding around his neck. "How do you feel?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her. "Good," he promised with a relieved smile. "I won't lie, I was absolutely dreading it, but Lena and Huey went easy on me, much more than I deserved. Violet and Louie seemed to go easy on me as well, and Boyd is already nice. It's a good group you've got going on here."
"A group you wanna be a part of?" she questioned, and he could hear the uncertainty in her voice
"You know the answer to that, Webbs," he reassured her gently, tightening his arms around her, and gently pressing his lips to hers. "I want to be a part of this again, I really wish I never left in the first place."
"Me too," she promised. "But that's in the past. You're here now, and that's what matters."
He grinned as she leaned forwards, and kissed him. It was meant to be a brief, chaste kiss, but he found himself unable to pull away. Instead he was drawn to her, enjoying the taste and feel of her lips. As the kiss deepened, she pressed her body closer against his, her fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair. He tightened his grip on her hips, causing her to let out a satisfied groan as she felt his body pressed against her.
"Webbs…" he moaned as started to place kisses along his jaw.
He closed his eyes, and she started to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt; it was a sweet sweet torture as her fingertips lightly brushed his bare chest. He smirked before crashing his lips to hers. Webby moaned at the intensity, and together they staggered in the direction of her bedroom.
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What a night, was Violet's only thought throughout the entire evening. After hopping out of the shower, she let out a small yawn as she crawled into bed. The entire reunion with Dewey had sapped up all of her energy, and now, she was exhausted. Violet turned on her bedside lamp, and grabbed the newest novel she had been reading. Just as she was about to open to the page she had left on, there was a soft knock on her door. Thinking it was Webby, Violet didn't bother pulling a bathrobe over her short, revealing nightgown, and opened the door.
"Hubert!" she yelped.
His eyes widened, and a blush spread across his face. A lump formed in his throat, and he coughed nervously.
"Don't look!" she snapped, grabbing her bathrobe, and pulling it over her figure.
Huey obediently turned around, his face still burning at what he had just witnessed: Violet Apollonia Sabrewing, wearing a small, lavender nightgown—it barely reached her mid-thigh, and the top few buttons were carelessly unfastened, revealing most of her ample bosoms. Her curly dark hair was let down, still a bit damp from her shower, and she smelled nice.
"You can look now." Violet managed, her voice still shaky.
He turned back to face her, disappointed when he saw the mauve coloured bathrobe that covered her goddess-like figure. Violet motioned for him to come in, and he gently shut the door behind him. She sat on the bed, and he sat down next to her, taking off his hat, and running his hands through his disheveled hair.
"What are you doing here? I thought you would've gone home by now." she frowned, crossing her arms.
"I was going to," Huey admitted. "But I… I just wanted to see you again, Vi." he said nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
Her expression softened. "Huey?"
Huey groaned, burying his face in his hands. He murmured something inaudible, and Violet cocked her head to the side.
"Come again?" she asked gently.
"I… I still like you." he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
She caught her breath. His head remained hidden in his hands, and she squeezed his shoulders, cupping his chin, gently lifting his face so it met hers. She saw that he was trying not to tear up, and she resisted the urge to cry herself. Their breakup had been messy, and both still hadn't recovered from it.
"I-I never wanted to break up… I was mad, but I didn't think that a little argument would escalate that fast, Hubert." she admitted, thinking of the stupid argument that has led to their breakup.
"That's exactly how I feel!" he exclaimed. "Violet, I never wanted to leave you. It haunted me: I couldn't eat or sleep for weeks." Huey took her hand, and pulled her close to him. A small smile grew on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer to him, their body's almost touching.
"I…" Violet started, staring up into his dreamy, dark eyes. Her mind went blank, and he let his hands rest softly on the small of her back. Huey moved his hands up on her back and pulled her against him. Violet felt so small in his large arms, like he had the power to crush her, but she felt completely safe.
"I'm so sorry." Huey murmured, sorrow layered in every word. He didn't have anything else to say. He couldn't have stopped their fight from happening, even if he had tried.
"Everything is changing Huey. Dewey's back, he's going to face your family soon… I-I just don't think I'm ready for this sudden change. I don't know what to do anymore."
Huey put his hands on either side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Violet's lips met his, and the two shared a soft kiss. Violet could feel his cool breath fanning over her face as she clutched onto his arms, her heart and stomach filling to the brim with warmth.
"Huey," she breathed out. Huey's lips brushed gently along Violet's parted ones. She moved her lips along his at the same slow pace.
"Vi…" Huey whispered into her mouth, making her open up further to him, inviting him in. He gingerly ran his tongue along her smooth bottom lip. Violet gasped and clutched tightly onto his muscular arms, as his hands moved tenderly over her hips. Longing filled her body, making it hot in all the places he touched.
"Hubert," she panted out into his ear, "I want you. It's been far too long."
Upon hearing those words, his arms automatically wrapped themselves around her, and she buried her face in his chest, breathing in his refreshing, woody, outdoorsy scent. The feeling of being in his arms again sent a pleasant, warm feeling down her spine, and for the first time since their breakup, Violet felt whole again. He pressed his lips to her forehead, moving downwards—her temple, her cheek, her nose, and finally, her lips, and Violet felt sparks fly throughout her body as they met. They pulled apart, but she wasn't finished with him yet, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his again, this time firmer than before. Careful not to break their kiss, Huey moved slowly toward the bed, and laid her down carefully. Violet hummed her approval, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He traced his fingers down her sides, kissing her collarbone.
Their kisses grew heated, and with a low growl, Huey's hands found themselves undoing the string that held her bathrobe together. Violet shrugged it off, and Huey tossed it to the side, reveling in the sight that was Violet's body.
She propped herself up onto her elbows, and Huey smiled when she adjusted herself so her head was lying back on the pillows. She held her arms out, motioning for him to join her, and Huey had never agreed to anything faster. He straddled her, burying her face in her neck, gently suckling on her sensitive spot. She let out a breathy moan, and Huey's ears burned. It had been months since he had heard Violet moan like that. Come to think of it, it had been months since he'd had actual sex with anyone: it felt wrong, even though he and Violet had mutually broken up. Her hands gripped the hem of his shirt, and she pulled it off, tossing it alongside her bathrobe.
Violet's eyes darkened as she ran her hands over her toned body, and he let out a growl, forcing her backwards, kissing her deeply. Violet felt enthralled by his forward actions—usually, Huey was sweet and shy, always asking for her permission before doing anything, and it usually ended up with Violet in charge, but now, she felt a spark of excitement as he took the lead.
He unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her breasts. Her face grew warm, and she looked away, covering herself up with her arms. Huey smirked, gently prying her hands from the treasure that laid underneath. He rolled her nightgown down, making it bunch up at her midsection, and Violet let out a soft moan as he enclosed his mouth around the hardened bud, sucking gently. His free hand cupped her other breast, squeezing it softly. Violet clamped a hand over her mouth, trying not to disturb Dewey and Webby, who were one room away, but she couldn't help herself. Violet let out a breathy moan from all the overwhelming pleasure she felt.
Huey seemed to enjoy her reactions, and his thumb began gently rubbing it over Violet's nipple, this time harder. She couldn't stay quiet this time. A louder moan escaped her lips, and her free hand went to grip onto his white locks. Huey gave her left breast one last lick before moving onto the other one. Violet's head lolled back, and her eyes closed as she allowed her body to just feel.
He felt bold, and decided to gently bite her hardened nipple, making her cry out, not caring too much as to who might have heard her. She popped open an eye, and flushed at what she saw: Hubert Duck, her Hubert, eating ever so gently at her breasts, while his hand fondled the other one. His expression was intense, and Violet had never felt more aroused than she did now… in fact it was too much. She felt a gush of wetness rush wet her panties, and she blushed heavily. Huey's lips trailed down her toned stomach, and he blushed when he reached her bunched up nightgown. Violet gave him a nod, and he slid it down her legs, leaving her in a pair of white panties.
He smirked when he saw that she was dripping just for him, and she blushed. It was usually him blushing, while she took the lead, but now, Violet could see plainly enough that wouldn't be the case tonight. He made his way back to her lips, and they shared a passionate kiss.
Goosebumps rose steadily on her neck as Huey moved his lips to kiss her there. Violet took this opportunity to reach down and unbuckle his jeans.
Encouraged by her cries, he bent in, messaging her folds and feeling them with his mouth. Huey looked up briefly and really liked what he saw, Violet spread wide before him, her head tossed back and her bottom lifting off the mattress. He kicked off his pants, along with his boxers, and moved back up to meet her lips. Violet threw her head back as Huey slowly moved his lips up from her navel to her chest, stopping over her heart. She felt a spark shoot throughout her body when she felt his arousal press against her dripping opening, and she didn't hesitate to hook her leg around his. Her hands moved towards his head, and her fingers laced through his thick hair, pulling at it slightly. They shared a deep kiss, and Huey gazed down at her.
She's truly amazing, Huey thought to himself. Her eyes, and her smile, her lips…
He leaned Violet back, and moved so he was hovering above her, and she placed a single kiss on her forehead.
"Vi…" he moaned.
"Huey…" she managed.
He could feel the blood rushing hotly to his face. The fire between his legs and hers, growing, burning places on their bodies that they hadn't known they had.
Pressing his lips against hers, he slowly slid inside her.
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The Next Morning: 7AM
Webby awoke to the comforting feeling of strong arms wrapped around her in a protective grasp. Looking up at him, she couldn't help but giggle. She was so happy.
"I should go." Dewey murmured, not moving as the morning sun started to stream in through her bedroom curtains.
"Can't you stay a bit longer?" she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his toned arm, that lied across her stomach. She couldn't believe that she had woken up in his wonderful arms again. She couldn't remember feeling as safe and secure and content as she did right now.
"I want to," he sighed heavily, "I really want to but I shouldn't."
"Are you sure you don't wanna stay for breakfast?" she tried again. "Everyone will be there and—"
He smiled. "And that's exactly why I shouldn't be here."
"What?" she frowned, panicked as she tried to turn to face him. "Why?" Had he changed his mind? Had the evening been too much? Had he spent the night thinking about it and—
"Hey, calm down, it's alright," he said quickly, comfortingly, pulling her back tighter to him, and placing a soothing kiss into her soft hair. "It's not what you think."
"Then what? Enlighten me," she shuffled, and he loosened his grip so she could roll over to face him.
"They're gonna want to gossip about me, talk together and have a chance to mull it all over without me being there," he explained softly into her eyes.
"That's crazy!" she protested.
"It's not," he corrected gently, shaking his head slightly. "Trust me. Let them have breakfast, let them evaluate me, or whatever they wanna do, and then maybe we could have dinner or something together tonight?"
"Okay, but seriously if you want breakfast, they'll just talk about you in front of you anyhow. They have no shame." Webby smirked.
He chuckled, pulling her closer as they shared a long lingering kiss. "I wish I could stay here doing this," he sighed against her lips, pulling back before anything could get started. "But, I need to get over to the hotel, take a shower, and get to work to make up for playing hooky yesterday."
"You can't pull another sicky?" she tried innocently, tracing an idle pattern on his chest.
"As tempting as that sounds," he grinned. "And believe me that's very tempting! I've got a big project on which I need to catch up on for yesterday." he winked. He placed another kiss to her lips, before rolling over to grab his boxers.
She hesitated, before asking him a serious question. "Dew?"
"Mhm?" he asked, his voice muffled by the T-shirt he was pulling over his head.
"Are you happy at that job?" she asked quietly.
He paused, and sighed. "Not really, Webbs. It's good money, but it's not my ideal job. You know what I've always wanted to do—which is adventuring."
Webby pursed her lips. "I'm sure my department would be more than happy to hire the legendary Dewey Duck—the nephew of Scrooge McDuck."
He smiled sadly. "I doubt Scrooge would consider me his nephew."
Webby recoiled. "That's so not true! Scrooge loves you, and he has missed you just as much as we have!"
He stood there. "I don't know, Webbs."
She frowned. "Listen. The job can wait. Your first priority is to make up with Scrooge, and the rest of your family—Donald, Della, your Aunt Daisy. Not to mention my grandmother and Launchpad."
Dewey's heart shattered at the mention of Launchpad—his supposed best friend, that Dewey had left for 3 years. And Mrs. Beakley, who would surely kill him after learning how bad he had hurt her granddaughter.
He let out a sigh. "How am I supposed to face them?"
She grimaced. "You've managed to face half your past. Don't you think it's only right to face the other half?" Webby asked gently.
Dewey hesitated—she had a very valid point there.
"Listen," she smiled. "Let's talk about this when you come back, you're going to be late for work. I'm gonna miss you," she confessed as she sat up, pulling the blanket over her body, as she watched him getting dressed. "I know it sounds crazy, I mean it's only gonna be like 8 or 9 hours, but I'll miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," he agreed, before approaching the edge of the bed.
Webby sat up, the cover falling off of her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. "I think when I'm at work, I might doubt any of this is real," she admitted quietly, "That I dreamed the whole thing."
"It's real," Dewey promised softly kissing her before placing a light kiss to her cheek, her jaw. His lips travelled down her neck, and reached her collarbone, where he paused. "Want me to leave you a reminder?" he teased, his lips lingering on her skin.
"Don't you dare! I'm way too old for a hickey," she giggled, playfully pushing him away, and he beamed happily at her bright eyes and relaxed face.
"If you say so," he chuckled, still in awe that this was all actually happening; that he had spent the night in Webby Vanderquack's bedroom.
They shared a last long kiss before he reluctantly pulled away.
"I should really go before the others start arriving."
"Okay," she agreed with a sigh.
Unable to resist, he stepped forward, placing a peck of a kiss to her lips, before moving away and walking towards the bedroom door.
"Have a good day, and I'll see you later? Right?" she asked, although a hint of vulnerability was laced with her question.
He turned back, meeting her dark eyes and holding them for a long moment, trying to convey his sincerity. "You know you will," he vowed, offering her a small reassuring smile before he disappeared, softly closing the door behind him.
Only to run into Huey.
"Huey?" Dewey asked, raising an eyebrow.
"H-hi," Huey stammered, suddenly very conscious of the fact he was wearing yesterday's clothes. Dewey tried not to grin—the moans and gasps he had heard last night wasn't just him and Webby. It meant that his brother and Violet were back together!
"Look, I—" Huey started.
"You don't have to explain anything," Dewey dismissed. "You guys are together again, and I'm happy for you guys. I mean last night seemed so, I don't know, almost felt like a new chapter in our lives. I'm glad you made up with her." he said seriously.
"Wow…" Huey nodded. "Thanks, Dew."
Dewey smirked. "Oh, I'm still totally teasing you about this, don't worry. I have 3 years worth of teasing to catch up on, and it starts now."
Huey blushed. "Dewey!"
"It was so loud!" Dewey cried. "What were you two even doing in there?" he chuckled.
"Dewey, she might hear!" he protested.
Dewey laughed harder, and Huey crossed his arms. "Oh, don't act like you and Webby were going at it last night too!"
Now it was his turn to blush. "W-well, you see…"
Huey smirked. "I won't bring it up if you won't bring it up."
"Deal." Dewey nodded.
He laughed. "Are you staying for breakfast?"
Dewey shook his head. "No, I have to get to work to see if everything's okay. They aren't used to me taking a day off, and for all I know all hell's broken loose…" Dewey trailed off when he saw Huey's amused face. "What?"
"Dewey Duck caring about work? You really have changed," he smiled.
"I know," he nodded ruefully. "We've all grown up, on the outside at least. Anyhow, I better go but I'll see you later," with that he headed for the door.
"Dewey?" Huey called.
He turned back, "Yeah?"
"It's good to have you back, man."
A smile spread across Dewey's face, and he nodded before continuing down the steps, and onto the street.
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When Webby stepped out of her bedroom, freshly showered and dressed, she wasn't surprised to find all her friends already sat at the table. Their excited buzz of conversation suddenly hushed as they spotted her, and she rolled her eyes good naturedly: Dewey had been right.
"Come on then," she demanded, as she poured herself some orange juice. "What's the verdict?"
"Where is he?" Louie asked. "You didn't handcuff him to the bed did you?"
"Nice," Lena approved, and Violet smacked her arm.
"No, he's gone to work," Huey told them. "I ran into him earlier."
Webby laughed. "Besides we're taking things slow," she informed them as she joined them at the table, grabbing a piece of toast.
"Yeah, right," Violet scoffed. "I must have been sharing a wall with another couple last night."
Webby flushed a little, and her friends grinned. "Well, we have a lot of lost time to catch up on," she defended quickly, "So come on, start talking, what are you all thinking?"
The others exchanged looks, and she waited, feeling more anxious than she should. She was going to have him in her life, regardless of their opinions, that much she knew for sure, but she still wanted them to like him.
"It was kinda surreal," Huey ventured. "You know, after all this time, but it was really good seeing him again. Really good."
The others nodded in agreement.
"He seems like a great guy. He's gonna fit into the group well," Boyd shrugged.
"Yeah," Violet agreed with a smile. "He's certainly changed a lot since the last time I saw him."
"So… you're okay with him rejoining the group?" Webby asked shyly.
"We're okay with it," Lena confirmed for the group. "More than okay. I didn't realize how much I'd missed the doofus until last night."
Webby smiled at the comment, knowing it was meant somewhat fondly.
"Is he coming over again tonight?" Louie asked.
Webby frowned. "That's the thing—I don't want to 'hoard' him, because he still needs to talk to your family."
Louie set a hand on her shoulder. "Our family."
She smiled. "But, yeah, until he's ready, he's coming again tonight," she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, just thinking about it. He was back in their lives. They wanted him back, accepted him and he was back. Dewey was actually back.
"God, look at you," Violet commented. "You're so loved up, I've never seen you like this."
Webby tried to shrug, but she knew the dumb smile wasn't helping her case; she was loved up, and she didn't care who knew it.
"You really are," Lena agreed. "Although I don't know why that should surprise us, given how intense you've been this last month, looking for him. Seriously, now he's here, I can sense that your aura is clearer than it's been in years. You're so happy and smiley."
"It's so great seeing you like this," Violet picked back up, glancing at Huey briefly, who blushed. "I'm so happy for you, Webby."
Before she could say anything, everyone joined the hug, and she laughed. They were right: she was happy, more than happy, and she couldn't believe the search, the longing, and desperation was over.
He was back in her life.
For good.
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Dewey had worked his ass off today to get everything at work finished so he could get out on time. It was the earliest he'd left the office for years, but he didn't care, nor did he care about the knowing smirk Honker had shot his way as he'd sprinted past his desk—all that mattered was he now stood outside her apartment again. The main door had been left open, so he hadn't been buzzed in. Should he knock? He never used to, but that had been a long time ago. Maybe they'd reach that familiarity again, but that would be earned.
Deciding it was safer, he knocked, quickly stuffing his hands in his pockets as he waited impatiently. The door eventually opened and he smiled.
"You're here," she whispered, her hands framing his face.
"I told you I would be," he whispered back, staring into her glistening eyes for a long moment, before leaning forward and meeting her lips half way.
They shared a sweet kiss, which curled his toes.
"I love you," she whispered. "Thank you so much for coming back."
"I should be the one thanking you," he whispered. "You've given me back my life, Webbs, and you have given back so much more than I ever thought I could have. i love you so much."
She nodded silently before tilting her face up, and instantly his lips met hers, sealing their promises with another kiss, one which deepened. His arms tightened around her, trying to convey how much she meant to him, how much he cherished her.
With her in his arms, kissing him like this he knew one thing for certain.
He had found his way home.
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Alright, and I'm going to end it here! Thank you guys so much for 100, I'm so grateful for each of you, and I hope all my reviewers start writing for the DuckTales Fandom so I can read all of your stories. If you have begun writing, then let me know!
Until next time,
—Jordan :)
