louie

private rp

[llouieduck]

“You’re finally gonna sell us.”

( x )

Name: Llewellyn Rebel Duck Nicknames: Louie, Lou Age: 23 Birthday: April 15, 2001 Height: 5′10″ Sexuality: Kinsey 5 tbh Occupation: Business major

[davisdrake]

Davis couldn’t look at Louie as he continued to get dressed, knowing that if he did, all his feelings would spill out, unable to be put back away like he’d kept them for this long. This entire arrangement was driving him insane, and the only reason he hadn’t put a stop to it yet was because he was in love with the person who was making him insane. If he fully opened up and told Louie how he was feeling, he was sure Louie would take off. They would be done for good. Was staying in this in between worth it to keep him around?

He didn’t say anything more as Louie stated he needed to get home. Davis continued the silent treatment in fear that he would say something he’d regret. Once his brother picked Louie up and Davis was alone again, he released a heavy sigh. For now, he could breathe again and clear his head, yet his conflicting feelings still remained. 

-TIME SKIP-

It didn’t take them too long to go back into the motions, texting as usual and eventually hanging out again. Today, Louie came over to work out with Davis, and he had to hold it together to be normal around him. He wasn't even sure that this was a good idea; they were both sweaty, catching their breaths…. His mind kept going back to that night together. Focus on literally anything else, Davis.

He set the weights down, taking off his tank top that was sticking to his skin. He didn't look over at Louie, but he felt his eyes on him. “Water?” He asked as he grabbed one for himself from the mini fridge.

[llouieduck]

After single-handedly ruining their whole night, Louie made sure to text Davis the next day as if nothing had happened—launching them back into an unstable sense of normalcy for the next several days. In reality, there was now an even greater unspoken tension between them than ever before, but he was also making a bigger effort to ignore the elephant in the room to account for it. His body, however, couldn’t lie. Why he thought working out together this soon would be a good idea, he couldn’t say, besides that he wanted to keep the exercise up for his physical and mental health, and Davis’ home gym was professional-grade. The fact that Davis himself proved to be a massive distraction and therefore a hazard to Louie’s safety should have been considered, but it was too late now.

If it was already difficult not to steal glances at the other man as they worked out together, it was impossible once his shirt came off. Fuck. Now Louie was looking outright disrespectfully. Objectifyingly. He didn’t even realize Davis had spoken to him until his brain half-processed the input a moment later. “What?” He had to forcibly drag his eyes away from Davis’ bare chest to understand what he had been asked. Water. “Oh. Sure.” Clearly he was thirsty as hell. He was almost about to lick the sweat off the guy.

[davisdrake]

Davis instantly noticed the shift in Louie’s demeanor as the heir purposely sat closer to Ferdie, keeping his expression neutral as the triplet’s smile dropped. Though he wasn’t confident that this would work in his favor despite Ferdie’s reassurance, he was determined to try; this felt like his last chance to get Louie to open up before finally giving up completely.

Ferdie initiated the turn in conversation to begin their plan, and already Davis knew Louie was bothered. Similar to the heir, Louie didn’t want to share. Did he feel threatened, or could he see this was a set up from a mile away? It wasn’t easy scheming against the ultimate schemer. 

As Ferdie verbalized the idea of them kissing, Davis and Louie silently locked eyes. If looks could kill, Davis would be doomed from Louie’s glare — he kinda deserved it considering what was to come. Yet at the same time, Davis felt justified for what they were about to do, after Louie emotionally tortured him all this time. It was that thought that gave Davis the willpower to follow up with, “Louie doesn’t care. He kisses friends all the time.” His eyes stayed locked on Louie as he said it, a petty jab at him about not only the ups and downs between them but also the whole Sharpay situation (he still hadn’t gotten over that). Davis only paused for a quick moment before he looked away from Louie to lean in and kiss his ex.

[llouieduck]

Knowing that the two were obviously doing this just to get a reaction out of him didn’t actually do anything to quell the force of emotions he felt from it. Perhaps even worse than seeing Davis kiss someone else right in front of him were the words he spoke just before doing it, blaming Louie for setting the precedent for this. And maybe—technically—he had, what with the whole Sharpay thing that summer and then insisting that it was totally normal for him and Davis to continually make out ‘as friends,’ but…‘He kisses friends all the time’ in present tense made it sound like he was actively doing that. The truth was that he hadn’t kissed anyone else since Davis first kissed him. Not ‘as a friend’ or anything else.

Maybe that was why he was so bothered now, silently seething as his ex boyfriend pulled his current…something in for a deeper kiss. It was an injustice, but admittedly one he’d brought upon himself, which made it not really unjust. Even though it hardly felt fair, he’d been backed into a corner where he had no leg to stand on if he tried to argue; this was the bed he’d made by refusing to acknowledge anything more than a friends with benefits type of situation with Davis. But that didn’t mean he had to sit here and watch.

Finally giving them the reaction they wanted, he slammed his hands on the edge of the hot tub and pulled himself out of the water, not trying to make his exit subtle at all. Unfortunately he couldn’t storm away dramatically either, having to get into his chair (which he was too pissed off to care about getting all wet right now) and start wheeling away. In the meantime Ferdie hopped up, his work here clearly done, and chirped, “You don’t have to go—I should be getting out of here,” as if he hadn’t just intentionally ruined Louie’s night.

[davisdrake]

Davis was completely unsurprised as Louie broke the silence by expressing exactly what the heir was afraid of. Any small hope of things becoming more than friendship level were out the window; Louie managed to make excuses every single time, and Davis wasn’t sure why he kept torturing himself and hoping things would be different. If what they just did wasn’t enough for Louie, then what truly would be? He continued to avoid his gaze, not wanting the triplet to notice the frustration in his eyes.

I just don’t want anything to change. Davis almost felt stupid for being the one who did want change, the only one between them longing for the next step. In all honesty, would anything really be that different if they put a label on this? He didn’t feel like arguing though, both physically and mentally tired. As Louie expressed wanting to go back to how things were before, Davis agreed to an extent. Maybe they should’ve never let things go this far — if they went back to how it was before pushing boundaries, he wouldn’t feel emotionally tortured around Louie so much. He could have his sanity back. But how could he go that far back when his feelings for him were so strong? Disappointed and frustrated, Davis’ back was facing Louie as he zipped up his pants, unable to hide the bitterness in his tone as he answered simply, “Yeah. We’re good.”

[llouieduck]

This wasn’t quite the assurance he was looking for. Davis’ voice didn’t match his tone at all as he confirmed that things were okay between them, but what could Louie do about it? Asking if he was sure, pushing for more sincerity in the promise, was only going to prolong the conflict—and make him sound weirdly desperate for someone who claimed not to need anything more from the other than what they had already agreed upon. It would be akin to saying, ‘I won’t give you any emotional honesty, but please comfort me about the fact that I can’t open up to you.’ Louie was comfortable being very selfish as a rule, but even he knew that was more than a step beyond the line.

He had to just hope things would go back to normal between them after this tension passed. Tonight may have been ruined, but after they both had a chance to cool their heads and collect themselves, they could go right back to the usual without any awkwardness. They definitely had plenty of practice pretending. As for now, they just needed to take a breather, so Louie pulled out his phone to text his brother for a ride. “I should get home,” he started, not bothering to make a vague excuse about why (at this point it would almost be insulting.)

[hubertducck]

As she introduced herself to them, the look of curiosity he had now switched into that of disbelief. She couldn’t be serious, Huey thought. Della? Their Uncle Donald’s sister? Their mom?!? Aka the same mom who disappeared over twenty years ago where neither their Uncle Donald or Uncle Scrooge has ever seen or heard of her since? That Della Duck!? His eyes narrowed in suspicion. There’s no way this woman could actually be their mom. It would’ve been too coincidental that she’s now suddenly showing up after everything that’s happened lately. With the revelation that Dewey and Webby has been searching for any sorts of clues and answers about her whereabouts, to the point where the one place that apparently held the biggest clue yet about what happened to her being what tipped everything off— now their mom was back?! Huey couldn’t believe it. He didn’t believe it.

Louie’s words echoed as his brother spoke over his shoulder. And that was another point, even if this woman was their mom, she physically couldn’t be due to her looking no more than a few years older than them. For one, he remembered Donald telling them how young their mom was when she had them, and since she definitely hadn’t been that young when she got pregnant, that alone made it impossible for this woman to be her. And secondly, Della was Donald’s twin sister, and their Uncle Donald very clearly wasn’t a man in his twenties anymore. Plus, the fact that not only was Scrooge away on business, but the fact that both their Uncle Donald and Aunt Daisy had recently left the isle on a birthday trip for their uncle as well, leaving the McDuck Manor mostly devoid of anyone who could confirm the truth on who this woman was, didn’t help ease the elder triplet’s suspicion. If anything, Huey crossed his arms at her before speaking with a tone of distrust. “First thing, what he said— you should’ve picked someone more believable if you want us to think you’re Della Duck.” Huey began. “Secondly, this scam would’ve worked best if you showed up when both Dewey and Webby were searching for you, so you’re months too late for that. And thirdly, it’s just us here.”  

[dellacacy]

Della’s eagerness quickly faded as each boy responded, both seeming irritated and unable to believe her. While her initial thought was Who do these guys think they are? Let me in my home to see my family! her spirit was slowly starting to be crushed the more she listened to the two. This might have worked twenty years ago …. Della Duck would be forty-five now …. Della blinked in disbelief. They thought she was scamming them?? Who would do such a thing? And why was the timeline suddenly not adding up? “I don’t understand…” she trailed off. Did she somehow time travel, or was she in a messed up alternate universe instead of back home?

On top of that, they mentioned her middle son’s name with another unfamiliar name so casually, but it still didn’t make sense. Her heart sunk at the idea of a little Dewey looking for his mom, still not fully connecting the pieces that he wasn’t little. None of them were. It took Della a moment to process and gather her thoughts. “Okay, who’s Webby and where is Dewey?” She began in an almost demanding tone. She continued, feeling a need to defend herself since they thought she was scamming them. “Look, I know I was gone longer than expected…" Much longer than she truly knew. "I had planned to be back for the boys’ first birthday, but things happened out of my control and I got stuck there and lost track of time…" Literally. "I have their presents with me and everything!” She motioned to the raggedy bag that rested on her back for emphasis. “I don’t know who either of you are and why you don’t believe me, but you can’t keep me from my family just because I took a little longer to find my way home. I lost my leg in the process, for god's sake!” She was practically in denial, not doing the math or realizing that time may have moved differently where she had gotten stuck — that if they were correct and it had been twenty years, two-thirds of her boys were standing face-to-face with her. She repeated her question again more sternly. “Now tell me where my sons are and when my brother and uncle are coming back.”

[llouieduck]

Initially glad to have Huey take over communications with the crazy lady at their door, Louie flinched as his older brother skipped right over one of the basic rules of stranger danger and let her know they were home alone. To be fair, they still outnumbered her—and he was sure Huey could take her single-handedly if the need for self defense arose—but they didn’t know if she was armed. She claimed to have gifts for their extremely belated first birthday in her bag, but who really knew what they were dealing with here? Because that couldn’t be the truth. She couldn’t really be their mother, because that…it just couldn’t be. Such a thing would be too much to handle if it were real. So it couldn’t be.

“None of your business,” he had answered her questions as to Dewey’s whereabouts and Webby’s identity automatically, not wanting to give her any more information about their family, but the more U worked up she got over trying to explain herself, the harder it was to keep his own head cool and rational. She was talking about losing track of time, but taking decades to come back was really something else. She must have been on another planet to experience time dilation like that, theory of relativity and all. The only thing was, even if this story was true—if she really was Della—the fact that she hadn’t meant to be gone so long didn’t absolve her of leaving in the first place. And her invoking the loss of her leg as proof of her dedication toward returning home was as devastating as it was infuriating. Louie lost all sense of rationality as tears sprang to his eyes. No longer concerned with keeping their identities secret or internally debating whether this woman was truly their mother or just a scam artist, he just wanted her to know how fucked it was, what she was saying to them. “You think you deserve to come waltzing back in here because you’ve been through so much? You have no idea what we’ve been through! You wouldn’t recognize ‘your sons’ even if they were standing right in front of you, because it’s been twenty-three years,” he snapped.

[bubblsu]

Shuffling the random pile of extremely fluffy plush toys into one hand, the blonde Powerpuff then lifted her free hand to knock against the door she stood before. “Knock, knock, can I come in?” Bubbles asked, knocking a few more times before she pulled her hand back. Ever since the incident at the hotel happened, it has dawned to her that she really hasn’t taken the time to come visit Louie herself. No, it wasn’t as if she hasn’t seen him at all since he got injured— the blonde has came to visit a few times already with her sisters and boyfriend, but she couldn’t deny that when it came to her personally visiting the youngest triplet, she has yet to do so. In her defense, Buttercup would often come here already and give her and Blossom any updates on his condition, and seeing how her sister was closer to Louie, the blonde wasn’t so sure if he wanted her to visit as much. Especially when Bubbles was much closer to Dewey herself, and seeing how he was the main reason why Louie got injured in the first place…..the Puff didn’t want to do or accidentally say anything that might trigger him. That, and admittedly, she had checked up on Dewey a little more especially ever since he moved in with Morty and Ferdie. But Louie was Bubbles friend too, and she wanted to make up for lost time.

However, at the same time, the blonde didn’t just want to show up at his place empty handed— Louie so deserved some kind of gift for her visiting him so late, and after mulling it over, Bubbles came up with a great idea. A mountain of plush toys! And who doesn’t love plush toys! They’re so soft and comforting! “I come with gifts!” ( @llouieduck )

[llouieduck]

“Come in,” Louie answered, not bothering to get up to open the door since he knew Bubbles was capable of getting it herself as soon as she was welcomed in. Once she did and he saw the enormous pile of toys in her hands though, he wondered if he should have made the effort to get out of bed. It was only a passing thought; the stuffed animals were probably weightless to her and her superhuman abilities even made balancing easier, so it was easier on both of them to let her handle it. He considered her as she stood framed in his doorway with her arms full of plush and hummed as if in deep thought before answering. “Hmmm. I accept your offering.”

He scooted up in his bed to sit up more properly and make room for what he knew was about to be a shower of plush toys, and his glance back at the door probably didn’t go unnoticed as he looked for Bubbles’ sisters or their other mutual friends, only to find that she had come alone. It hadn’t really struck him until then that she hadn’t visited him alone since he’d been injured, but his automatic expectation to find someone else behind her proved that she usually came with a group. “What’s up?” he asked, not sure what to make of the situation. If she just came because she wanted to check in on him, even if no one else was going, that was pretty touching…Lately Louie had been more depressed than heart-warmed, and he could use all the caring gestures he could get, even if he was still a little suspicious when they were unexpected.

[dontgiveadonald]

Donald was oblivious to the fact that Davis and Louie may be something more than friends, missing the hints of any romantic feelings that Daisy was instead picking up on. He especially didn't pick up that it was really a sugar arrangement, but hearing that Louie felt safe with Davis only made Donald think about the money aspect of the matter still, the safety net of his wealth specifically. He and Daisy had entirely separate thoughts on the matter, but it would be no surprise if they both were to debrief this discussion later once they were done spending time with the youngest triplet.

Despite that the movie was starting, the conversation was yet to be over, at least for Donald. They'd all seen it before anyway. Louie was giving rather short answers to his uncle's questions, and Donald noticed that immediately. The simple Yep! was no surprise, but the no that followed had Donald thinking it over. In some ways it made sense, with the tension in the house still present, but in other ways it was suspicious. "Hm," Donald hummed simply with pursed lips as he turned his gaze to the TV. Was he just embarrassed by his family? Donald hoped not... but again, he mainly had a feeling it related to Davis' wealth, especially as Louie mentioned preferring to be at his house. It wasn't like their place was small, the manor quite large with Scrooge's wealth, but Davis may have lived a more extravagant life and provided more fun with his wealth than their uncle did. "Must be a pretty nice place."

[msdciisy]

It wasn’t surprising for the designer to hear Louie utter a quick and resounding “No” in response to Donald’s question. In fact, hearing the elongated way he said it, had caused Daisy to let out a small chuckle in response. While personally, she believed that Louie should bring Davis to the Manor sometime soon so that she and Donald could at least meet him due to how long it’s been since the young billionaire was last at their home, she also could see why the younger wasn’t compelled to do so. Now wasn’t exactly the best of times to be bringing in newer faces nor to be introducing them to the family. But it wasn’t as if Davis was actually new. If anything, Daisy was certain that whatever the true nature of Louie’s relationship with Davis was like, Huey, Dewey, and Webby already knew about it along with the others. They at least had a better sense of what it was like more than she and Donald did. Which is why the designer wanted to be re-introduced to him. However, she was content with waiting until Louie felt ready to bring Davis home.

“He does have quit the extravagant home.” Daisy commented with agreement to Donald, as the gruesome introduction scene of the film came to an end and the title card appeared. Even if they were to disregard the many reasons of why Louie didn’t want to bring Davis over to the Manor, the brunette would admit that Davis’s home must be lavish enough for the youngest triplet to not want to go anywhere else besides there. Compared to Scooge’s, despite the McDuck Manor being equally as grand, it must be nothing in comparison to what Davis had back at his home. She recalled that one birthday party in which Louie himself had once attended and the party favors Davis had offered. Although, that event may not be the best example of why his place was more preferable, Daisy will admit, if she were Louie and had to decide between spending time at the Manor or Davis’s Mansion, she too would have chosen the latter. “And he certainly must not have parents who bore or cuddle him so much.” She once again shot a glance at the boy, the brief wonder if perhaps Louie wished he was spending this day with his ‘friend’ rather than the two of them. “…..We aren’t keeping you from spending the day with him, are we?” 

[llouieduck]

Now Louie was pretty certain that Donald thought he was just using Davis for his money, but he wasn’t sure if that assumption was something he should bother to refute or not. It wasn’t like his uncle would do anything about it if Louie was just taking advantage of his friend’s wealth, so letting him have his feelings on the matter wouldn’t hurt. On the other hand, if he actively insisted that he really just enjoyed Davis’ company, they might start thinking other things…like Daisy questioning whether he wouldn’t rather be spending the night with his friend than them.

“What? No, I wanted to hang out with you guys tonight,” he answered, quick to assure her. Admittedly, when Davis had asked if he had any Halloween plans, he had almost wished the answer was no—but his aunt and uncle had been so eager to drop any thought of making other plans for themselves and stay home with him as soon as he decided he wasn’t going to the Halloween masquerade his siblings were attending. There was no way Louie was canceling on them after that, even if they all spent plenty—maybe a little too much—time together lately. “You’re way cooler than his parents, by the way,” he added, in response to Daisy’s comment about boring and coddling him. There were worse things than parents who loved you too much. Louie was more grateful for his now than ever.

[hubertducck]

Throughout the past couple of months, the eldest of the Duck trio had gone through a range of emotions. Concern, anger, confusion, self-blame, blaming others especially that of their middle brother, loathing, more anger, and so on until he eventually settled on being forced to accept that this was the reality they were all living in. The once lively and close knit family that resigned within the McDuck Manor was no longer the same as they used to be, with Huey now being closes to Louie while his relationship with Dewey still being as strained as ever. He didn’t harbor as much anger towards him as he used to, but even with the lack of Dewey’s presences within their home, Huey hasn’t been able to find it within him to forgive his brother just yet. He’s forgiven Webby, but even the blonde wasn’t as bubbly and cheery as she used to be nor has she been spending as much time with him and Louie like she normally would She wasn’t avoiding them anymore, but she still kept her distance, which meant things like their once regular sibling lunches of four now became exclusively a regular sibling lunch for two. As two thirds of the Duck triplet was about to make their way out of the mansion, Huey being the one to open the door leading to their exit from the Manor, the pair came to a halt at the sight of an unexpected visitor. 

At her sudden greeting, Huey stared at her with sheer confusion, but then that transformed into curiosity once she took note of the both of them before questioning if either their uncles was home. That confused Huey even further. It was one thing for her to know this was where his Uncle Scrooge lived— everyone within the isle knew this was the McDuck Manor, but it was the way she formed her question that confused him the most. ‘They still lived here, right?’ Who was this woman, and what connection to their uncles did she have? Taking a step towards the side, his body shielding Louie behind him before Huey inspected her. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t figure out why. Had they seen her before? Was she an old colleague of Uncle Donald’s back when he tried working for an office? But how did she know their Uncle Scrooge if she was? Maybe she conducted a past business deal with him? Somehow, neither of those suggestions felt right to Huey, which is why he instead cocked his head at the woman. “You’re at the right house….” He slowly responded, before narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m sorry, but who are you and how do you know them?” 

[dellacacy]

Della had so many questions as she took in the sight of the two boys in front of her. They were obviously identical, though they each had their differences especially in their demeanors. The first one who caught her attention was the one who spoke up first, staring at an unfamiliar-looking device in his hand as he bluntly responded to her in a very Scrooge-like manner. No solicitors. Well, that was offensive. She also noticed that he, too, had a prosthetic leg, though his was much fancier than the one she’d gotten while lost within the portal and on his opposite leg. She only got a quick glimpse at it though before the other stepped in front of him. They all stared at each other in confusion as they tried to connect the missing pieces.

Her eyes lit up as the second stranger confirmed she was at the right house. Hallelujah! Still, it didn’t explain who these two were, especially answering the door instead of her brother or uncle. Perhaps they were babysitting the triplets for them while they were busy… That would explain who they were, why they wouldn’t know who she was, and why she didn’t know them! What else could possibly explain this strange interaction? “Great, are they here? Does that mean my boys are here too?” She asked eagerly before she began to answer his own question. “It's me, Della! You know.. the triplets’ mom? Donald’s sister? Please tell me they’re here, I’ve been dying to see them!”

[llouieduck]

When the stranger dropped the name Della—not only mentioning her but claiming to actually be their missing mother—a chill ran down Louie’s spine. That was fucking haunting. He was almost impressed by the sheer audacity…but mostly he was aggravated. He’d pulled his fair share of shady schemes in the past, but pretending to be somebody’s long-lost family member was something else entirely. He immediately wanted to say, ‘Hey crazy lady, leave us alone!’ and shut the door in her face. Instead he offered her some sardonic advice, leaning around Huey’s shoulder to stare her down. The crazy thing was—now that he had it in mind, the woman actually did resemble that old photo of their mother Dewey probably slept with under his pillow, only a few years older and like she’d been through some shit.

“This might have worked twenty years ago, but Della Duck would be forty-five now, if she’s still alive. You should pick a missing person in your age range next time you wanna try to scam a grieving family.” As soon as he said it, though, Louie doubted himself. Would his uncles have even reported Della as a missing person if they knew she had gone into a whole other dimension? He tried to think about that fateful day at the hotel as little as possible, but he couldn’t forget the note she had left, saying that she was going through a portal with no other explanation or goodbye for the babies she was abandoning. It was possible she wasn’t actually on any missing persons list, which meant this imposter would have had to already know about her personally to choose Della Duck to impersonate, in which case she should also know how old Della was. It didn’t make any sense. Louie stayed half-hidden behind his brother, mentally calculating the chances that this woman wasn’t as much a would-be scammer as someone who had lost touch with reality.

[davisdrake]

Ferdie seemed pretty confident the scheme would work, which eased Davis’ worries about it backfiring on him. He was beginning to see more of the pros the more he considered it — after thinking back to the time Louie had made Davis jealous, it had resulted in them getting closer, kissing each other after seeing him kiss someone else. Now it could be Davis’ turn to do so, flipping the script to his benefit and to get Louie to open up. Instead of kissing someone random like Louie had with Sharpay though, Davis would be kissing his ex instead. It was almost evil... but it just might work. 

Davis grinned playfully. “Touché.” He didn’t think Ferdie had come off too eager at all; if anything, Davis may have been too eager now to get this scheme going. Was it wrong to be excited to make Louie squirm in just a few moments? He nodded toward the door as he grabbed his and Louie’s drinks, letting Ferdie take the lead. “Let’s see if you’re as good of an actor as your brother is.” He followed Ferdie back outside, handing Louie his drink as they settled back into the warm water in the hot tub. This time, he blatantly sat closer to Ferdie than Louie. His heart was racing nervously, but he was ready regardless. “Sorry if we took so long, we got a little distracted in there.”

[llouieduck]

“This is gonna be fun...” Ferdie matched Davis’ grin as they agreed on their devious plan and then headed back outside. Meanwhile, the smile Louie sported at their return with the drinks vanished as Davis took a spot beside Ferdie in the hot tub, rather than sitting closer to him. That little action alone set off alarm bells in his head, though it was still too soon to tell why, while Davis explained that the two had gotten distracted inside. That was odd, considering Ferdie was supposed to have been in the bathroom, and Louie muttered, “Whatever it was, I just hope you washed your hands.”

What the hell were those two up to? He didn’t have to wonder for very long, with Ferdie being all too eager to elaborate on exactly what had transpired inside. “I was just asking Davis about how exclusive this arrangement of yours is,” he said. Louie answered, unamused as he met the other man’s gaze with narrowed eyes, “You know it’s exclusive.”

“That is, the sugar arrangement, right? But the kissing is just between friends, isn’t it?” Ferdie countered, tilting his head like he was actually curious. So that’s their game, trying to call his bluff. His jaw clenched, Louie remained silent as his ex continued, “Well, we’re all friends here. You and I have kissed. You and he have kissed…So I got to thinking, why shouldn’t Davis and I give it a try? Seeing as it’s what friends do, after all.” Louie didn’t reply, his glare turning on Davis in a silent challenge.

[buttercuppg]

Buttercup knew she was being dramatic, that it wasn’t entirely true that she’d never seen a hickey on him before. It had just been a long time, long enough to where the sight felt foreign to her. Plus, Louie wasn’t in a relationship right now, so that meant that he was teetering close to one if he was willing to go this far with someone. She didn’t want to believe who she thought it was until she heard it from Louie himself. He didn’t say Davis’ name as she lured the tea from him, but she knew exactly who he was referencing anyway. 

Her initial action was a shutter, the thought of Louie and Davis sleeping together something she never wanted to picture in her mind even if she had asked. What she hadn’t expected is what the triplet explained after, fleeing the scene after sleeping with Davis. Buttercup’s eyebrows narrowed, watching as he avoided her gaze. So it was really that serious, huh? The brunette sighed. “It doesn’t matter if I’m happy or not,” she answered genuinely, the conversation turning in a direction she didn’t see coming. Even if she didn’t like Davis, it was obvious he did… fleeing the scene was something that maybe only she could understand, running from feelings when they got too real. “Are you happy?”

[llouieduck]

Are you happy? she asked. Was he happy? No. But he thought he could be happy if he finally opened up to Davis, and that scared the shit out of him. That kind of happiness could so easily be taken away—it was easier in the long run not to let himself have it at all, that dangerous hope for an uncertain future. He didn’t want to sign himself up to be hurt when it was avoidable…if it was still avoidable. Was he already in too deep, bound to be devastated by any outcome?

“I never expected it to go this far…” he said instead of answering Buttercup’s question. Louie hadn’t planned for things to get so serious. So real. When he started talking to Davis, he just wanted an easy source of income with as few personal feelings involved as possible, but the more time he spent around him, the further he strayed from his original goals. He hadn’t realized just how far he’d let himself slip until it was too late; he’d already fallen all the way down. “I’m—I’m the fucking egg in the backseat. I listen to your songs and think about him!” The look he gave her now was desperate, almost accusatory.

[davisdrake]

Considering Davis’ track record with his patience and temper, it was a miracle how much patience he had for Louie despite the ups and downs — it was a clear indication of how much he loved him. Yet, it felt completely one-sided when Louie continued not reciprocating, or rather sending mixed signals. Despite his patience and understanding though, knowing Louie was still recovering from recent traumas and not wanting to trigger him further, he still had his moments too. 

Louie’s sudden demand for his clothes resulted in Davis silently leaving the room, biting his tongue from snapping back. He didn’t want to make it worse. His disappointment was still obvious, but he also had some built-up frustration. He knew Louie wasn’t able to get his clothes himself in the moment, but not even a please? Not to mention snapping at him moments ago for attempting to help him clean up, then immediately snapping at him to help get his clothing… How was he supposed to keep up with what he wanted? Davis would do anything for him, but it never seemed to be enough…

As Davis made his way back to the living room, he had a momentary outburst himself as he kicked the coffee table angrily. He just couldn’t win with him. The heir grabbed Louie’s clothes and tossed them on the wheelchair seat, grabbing his own clothes too to change into as he returned to his bedroom with their stuff. He continued to remain silent, pushing the wheelchair toward Louie with obvious discontentment. Avoiding his gaze now, he began sliding on his pants and t-shirt.

[llouieduck]

Sending Davis out of the room gave Louie at least a little time to try to get himself together, though it only got worse before it got better. He hyperventilated for a minute before figuring out how to slow his breathing, and considered himself lucky that Davis wasn’t really looking at him when he came back into the room so he could subtly wipe the tears that had escaped his eyes at some point. Promising himself that he could freak out as much as he wanted later, in private, was the quickest way he knew to cut the waterworks short. He just needed to make sure his outburst hadn’t ruined everything first.

He felt ridiculous—scared of letting Davis get too close and scared of pushing him away at the same time. Such a narrow range for him to be comfortable in, and clearly Louie himself didn’t even know the boundaries of that zone to communicate it until after they’d crossed them. He still regretted snapping, but if his difficulty was annoying for Davis to deal with, it was only that much more confusing inside his own head. Damage control, now.

“We’re good. Right?” he broke the tense silence, still breathless as he reached for his clothes and hurriedly redressed. “I just don’t want anything to change. Things were working fine before, you know, so we should just go back to that,” he tried to explain sensibly, but his energy was clearly still coming across as somewhat frantic, only barely held back into something that could almost pass for being composed. He prayed Davis would simply agree rather than press him on the issue, because he was holding it together for now, but only by a hair.

[buttercuppg]

Buttercup smiled playfully at Louie’s response, though it obviously fell once she was distracted by the hickey on his neck. Her jaw had dropped open in surprise, instantly noticing his cheeks redden as he realized what she was investigating. Oh, this was going to be good, Buttercup couldn’t wait to hear his explanation. She already had a feeling she knew without asking, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to shake the details from him anyway. 

The brunette scoffed as soon as the triplet tried to brush it off casually. “Not on you,” she clarified without hesitation, as if that were obvious. One of the major differences between the two best friends was that, unlike Buttercup, Louie wasn’t really known to just hook up with guys on a whim. This was definitely something more. Her gaze moved away from his neck, crossing her arms and giving him the look that said I’m waiting. She didn’t even need to say anything — he already knew what she was waiting for.

[llouieduck]

He wanted to correct her, assert that she definitely had seen hickies on him before—albeit way back in high school—but that wouldn’t prove the point that it meant nothing. If anything, it would just confirm that he was in deep now, to have let someone mark him up like that. Louie wasn’t the type to hook up with people he didn’t have deeper feelings for. Buttercup knew it as well as he did, and if he’d had to realize his own feelings the other night, then she was sure to catch on just as quickly. Trying to hide shit from her was like trying to hide from himself—and he’d already found his hiding spot. Out with it, then.

“We slept together,” he admitted, not meeting her eyes as he said it. The euphemism warranted an addendum, because they in fact had not slept together, but fucked sounded so vulgar and had sex was too clinical, hooked up too vague and made love too…he couldn’t even go there. “I mean, I basically fled the scene right after.” Louie didn’t even have to say who he was talking about—there was only one person it could be. And he knew Buttercup wasn’t fond of him to say the least, so he didn’t see what she even got out of forcing the information out of Louie. He added sarcastically, “There, happy now?”

[davisdrake]

Davis’ mind and body were still coming back to reality after what just happened, the previous worries he’s had about Louie not sinking back in until it was already too late. Maybe the sex had been so good it made him too optimistic, having mentally planned to help him clean up, lay back down and really express how much he meant to him — that he loves him. It only made it hurt that much more when he returned to find Louie in a completely different mood. 

It was as if a switch had been flipped, and Davis’ expression fell as soon as he realized it. Louie wouldn’t even meet his gaze as he snapped at him. He hated that, although a part of him had expected this before, he had let his guard down anyway and hoped that it would be different this time. Apparently being that close to Louie just moments ago didn’t do anything to make his feelings change. He didn’t argue as the washcloth was swiped from his grasp. “Sorry..” he apologized, for assuming it was okay to help clean him up after he was literally just inside him. Instead of getting back into bed again, Davis found his boxers on the floor and silently slid them back on.

[llouieduck]

Louie didn’t have to be looking at Davis’ face to notice his demeanor changing after he snapped; he could practically feel his heart sinking in tandem with his own. And he was apologizing, as if he’d done anything wrong. Or rather like even if he knew it wasn’t his fault, he was still more concerned about upsetting Louie that he’d take the blame anyway, instead of clapping back at him for his sudden attitude. Davis seemed disappointed rather than angry, and that only made him feel worse.

Seeing Davis start redressing reminded Louie that his clothes had been discarded back on the couch, and he couldn’t go get them himself, because he didn’t have his leg here either. Having finished cleaning up, he tugged the bed-covers over himself and tried to sound less harsh as he spoke again, though in effect it only came out more strained and panicked than before. “I need my clothes!” Please. I’m sorry. I just can’t do this.

[dellacacy]

Finally being back in Destiny Isle was so surreal, Della could hardly believe it. She took a deep breath as if to take in the familiar air, hands on her hips as she observed her surroundings. Things seemed a little more different than she anticipated, but that didn’t discourage her. All that mattered now was that she returned to her family. She knew exactly how to get back to the manor, anxious to see her family and especially her sons. She wondered who would answer the door first and what their reaction would be, smoothing out her hair as she thought of her initial greeting. Should she play it casually? Spice it up and add her special Della charm? If Scrooge or Donald were to be upset by her absence, she’d have a lot of explaining to do — her mind was running wild with possibilities of how this would play out. She had no idea that she’d instead be greeted by Huey and Louie, all grown up and none of them recognizing each other. Della already flopped her first impression as the front door to the manor opened, impulsively beginning with a “What’s upppp!” until she realized she had no clue who these two were. “Oh!” Della interrupted herself, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Uh, heyyy? I’m looking for Scrooge.. or Donald … they still live here, right?” @hubertducck @llouieduck

[llouieduck]

Even nine months after The Incident, when most of the dust had settled—things hadn’t returned back to normal between the Duck siblings. Dewey still hadn’t moved back into McDuck Manor, and the triplets and Webby had never returned to their regular sibling lunches they’d enjoyed together before everything went down last September. That left only Huey and Louie heading out to eat today and opening the door on an unexpected visitor. It was an awkward moment with her overly-familiar greeting and subsequent confusion at seeing who had opened the door, but Louie was only half-paying attention anyway (the other half of his attention focused on looking up restaurants on his phone.) He didn’t have much interest in strangers on the doorstep, and answered bluntly the way they’d all been coached by their great uncle in childhood: “No solicitors.”

It was weird that she was apparently on a first name basis with his uncles, though, without even being certain if they still lived here. So maybe he was a little curious about the stranger on their doorstep…Louie finally looked up from his phone long enough to get a look at the woman. She looked a bit familiar, but in a distant way—like she’d been a side character in some movie he watched a few years back. Maybe she was some second cousin a few times removed that Webby had shown them in explanations of their family tree? He noticed her leg next. Did he recognize her from physical therapy? He didn’t remember seeing anyone with such a makeshift-looking prosthesis—his own, the best money could afford thanks to Uncle Scrooge, stood out in stark comparison. The fact that it was her left leg and his right made them almost a clumsy mirror-image of one another as they stood across the threshold from each other. Who was she?

[davisdrake]

Louie suddenly finishing was unexpected, but it was also so sexy. It only took Davis a few more thrusts before he was finishing too, his mouth hanging open in pleasure as he moaned and his steady pace came to a stop. For a moment he didn’t move, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses to Louie’s neck and collarbone. He didn’t want to pull out and be done so soon, but he also knew they’d both likely get overstimulated pretty quickly if he tried to keep things going. 

“God, that was amazing,” Davis breathed against his skin, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that they really just did that. He was amazing. Slowly pulling himself out of him, he got off of Louie and stood up to take off the condom. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, walking away to the connected bathroom to grab something to help clean Louie up and throw away the used rubber. He didn’t think twice about it, returning momentarily with a washcloth and reaching over to help Louie wipe off his stomach.

[llouieduck]

For a few seconds, Louie let himself pretend that this could be something more than just sex, that he and Davis could be more to each other than what they were. As Davis finished and kissed him a couple more times and whispered that it was amazing, Louie let himself believe it, and then he let the illusion shatter as soon as Davis was out of sight. This wasn’t something they could have. It wasn’t something he could have.

He waited for his heart-rate to slow down as he came down from the high of orgasm, but it wasn’t slowing at all—if anything he felt an increase, his heart pounding like it was trying to escape the cage it was trapped in. Louie couldn’t look at Davis’ face when he returned from the bathroom and tried to clean him up, instead finding himself snatching the washcloth out of his hand and snapping, “I can do it myself.”

[buttercuppg]

Buttercup didn’t need to be let inside when she came over to the manor. She was comfortable enough to let herself in as if she lived there too, having already texted her best friend to let him know she was coming. She felt it was important to check on him but still keep things as normal as they could be since his injury, though there was no denying the tension at the manor each time she was there. With Dewey gone and Huey and Webby still acting distant, Buttercup could only hope that things would ease up as the holidays rolled around.  What wasn’t normal though was what Buttercup discovered as she first saw Louie upon arrival. “I brought snacks,” she greeted without actually greeting him, tossing a bag of candy she got from the store in his direction. As she floated over to take a seat at the end of his bed, she got a closer look at her best friend and instantly noticed a very obvious hickey on his neck. Buttercup’s eyebrows narrowed. “Oh my god..” She got closer to get a better look. “Is that seriously what I think it is?” @llouieduck

[llouieduck]

“Mm, I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Louie answered her casual non-greeting and caught the bag of candy she threw his way. He was peacefully investigating the selection when Buttercup suddenly joined him in his personal space, inspecting him. “What—” She was looking pointedly at his neck, or rather the mark left on his neck from recent activities that he hadn’t planned on talking about…Fuck. He was cozy enough in bed not to need a hoodie on, but he certainly wished he could hide in one now, his face automatically heating up at the feeling of observation his best friend was subjecting him to and cursing himself for not thinking ahead to avoid this.

“It’s nothing—geez, you never seen a hickey before?” he returned, attempting to brush it off in a way he knew wouldn’t satisfy her even as he tried it. What was he supposed to do, put ‘em up and confess? After what he’d done with Davis, he could hardly bear to admit anything to himself. Then again, Buttercup could get anything out of him; it was just a matter of time. He was having major deja vu from the last time she had found out about a physical development between him and Davis. Did he want her to threaten the truth out of him again?

[buttercuppg]

Buttercup held back from hitting him at first, instead rolling her eyes. She sort of set herself up for that one, her height an easy way to poke fun at her. As soon as he said it was cute as he pictured it though, she couldn’t control how quickly her fist collided with his shoulder. “You know what’s not cute? This,” she replied as she hit him, a little harder than she intended but still not with her true strength.

Ugh, now she was regretting saying more about Jukes. She silently focused on her drink momentarily, thinking of how she could casually change the subject but he was still on her mind. Maybe the alcohol wasn’t helping. “... I wasn’t planning on seeing him so much,” she confessed finally, “but I swear he just shows up out of nowhere all the time. So weird.”

[llouieduck]

“Ow.” Louie regretted remarking on her light shove earlier, because this hit actually had a little bite, even if he had known it was coming and Buttercup was still holding back her full strength. She’d never actually hurt him, but the warning punch was a lesson learned: she was not cute. He still sulked silently as he waited for her to either continue talking about Bill or change the subject, not wanting to lead the conversation away himself if she wasn’t done or bring it back up if she was.

He sipped his drink and hid a smile when she decided to continue the discussion. This was really a thing, he thought. She hadn’t planned on seeing him so much, or she hadn’t meant to start getting attached? Louie knew better than to say that, though he suspected she was more into the guy than she typically was with hook-ups. He went for joking instead: “Well, that’s great. He’s either a stalker or it’s destiny.”