Takes place after my fic ‘nesting’ the disaster line with their new twins celebrate life day!
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Luke and Leia are three months old, anakin wants to go big for life day. Spoil his children rotten because he didn't have much of a childhood. Not like he didn't spoil Ahsoka and Cal on life day buttttttt can Obi-wan keep anakin in line? Or will their home be stuffed to the ceiling with gifts. Maybe Anakin will settle down and enjoy his time with his family? Will Luke and Leia finally sleep tough the night?
A/N: @heythatsdeep *_* So, i’m the one who decided to write a 2,000 word fanfic on your Nesting AU...
FORGIVE ME FOR THIS TRASH!
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It started off small.
An extra blanket here, another pillow over there. Honestly, Huey didn’t think much of it at first. After all, he was young, and nesting wasn’t really a conversation he (or any of the triplets) wanted to start.
Of course, he knew what it was (what young duckling didn’t?). And he knew it was completely natural and totally normal for ducklings to go through this. But those facts didn’t stop the sinking feeling in his stomach when he finally realized what was going on.
It happened when he was standing in the middle of, well, his nest. Made in the corner of his room, just behind his bookshelves. Tidy, well-built, and with a large opening to see what was going on around him. All Huey wanted to do was snuggle deep into the thick blankets and pillows and read some of his favorite sections of the Junior Woodchucks guidebook.
“Hey, Huey—”
He spun around, heart hammering as he locked eyes with Louie. He stopped, eyebrows raised, as he took in the neatly formed pile of blankets and pillows surrounding Huey.
“Dude.” The snicker was evident in Louie’s voice. “Are you nesting?”
Huey’s response was caught in his throat as he stumbled out of the nest, rushing towards his brother.
“No—what? Of course not! That stuff doesn’t start until you’re like—thirteen!”
“Well, you know, we are going to be thirteen next month so—”
“Besides,” Huey rushed to cut Louie off. He swallowed, his fists clenched, chest tight. “Uncle Donald said that he didn’t start nesting until he was, like, fourteen or whatever and because we’re related it’s highly unlikely for the genetics to play out against us and—"
“Dude,” Louie interrupted with another snicker. “You’re totally nesting!”
Huey pressed his hand over his younger brothers beak. “Not so loud! Uncle Donald could hear!”
“Well, come on!” Louie shoved Huey’s hands off his beak and ducked around him. His eyes glinted as he headed straight towards the nest. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”
One moment, Huey was a somewhat rational duckling dealing with the embarrassment of being caught nesting. In the next, he was launched into a battle zone to protect what could one day harbor his future family! He had to protect it at all costs.
With a shrill battle cry and the untampered rage of a thousand suns, Huey lunged after Louie. He slammed into the younger boy’s legs and tightened his arms around them. Louie yelped, fumbled into the desk, and the two boys crumbled to the floor with a resounding thud.
“Huey—”
With a roar Huey didn’t know he possessed, Huey yanked Louie away from his nest by the hood, pressed his foot firmly on top of Louie’s chest and hollered. “Stay away from my nest!”
Louie had his hands up to protect his face, eyes wide behind his palms. Huey stood on top of him, shoulders heaving as he took deep breaths. Slowly, the protective nature slid away and Huey was once again, Huey.
“Well,” Louie whispered as Huey jumped away. He looked towards the door, the sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs causing his hands to begin to shake. “If Uncle Donald didn’t know about this before, he’s sure gonna know now.”
Dewey was the first to rush into the room. He had a nerf gun in his hand and startled look in his eyes.
“Who’s being kidnapped!?”
Louie stood up and dusted off his hoodie. “Calm down, Huey’s just started nesting—that’s all.”
“Nesting?” Dewey cocked his head to the side as he walked in to see the nest for himself. Huey bristled and ever so subtly took a step to stand between Dewey and his fort. “But—aren’t we a bit young for that?”
“Not technically, no,” Huey stated. He glanced towards the door, stomach clenching as he heard more people coming. And while the initial embarrassment of being caught by Louie—and now Dewey—wasn’t as bad as before(after all, it was highly probable that they would shortly follow in his newly acquired nesting habits and he’d no longer be the odd one out), the fear of Uncle Donald or—heaven forbid, Uncle Scrooge, heading up the stairs to see what was going on was still very prevalent in his mind. “I’ve heard of some cases starting as young as eleven. In fact, now that I’m thinking back on it, we’re in the perfect age-range for this type of behavior to begin. It’s normal—totally and completely.”
“If nesting is so normal,” Louie crossed his arms with a scoff. “Then why are you still so embarrassed?”
“What’s nesting?”
The triplets whirled around to see Webby standing just outside of the doorway. Her hands were clasped innocently behind her back, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Uh—” Louie stepped in front of Huey, dragging Dewey with him to hide the pile of blankets in the corner. “Hey, Webby. Whatcha doing up here?”
“Oh,” the girl shrugged, foot gently kicking at the carpet. “I heard screaming and thought there might be an intruder.”
She paused, eyes scanning the room before snapping her attention back to the boys. “What’s nesting?”
Huey stepped forward, casually leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed protectively over his chest. “Didn’t Mrs. Beakley ever sit you down and talk about…”
His eyes flashed with panic and he snapped his head towards Louie.
“About… stuff?” Louie supplied with a shrug.
“Uh, what kind of stuff?”
“You know,” Dewey swallowed. He glanced towards his brothers. “Like… stuff about growing up.”
Webby stayed silent for a moment, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the triplets. Dewey swallowed thickly and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position to stand in. Louie was frozen, eyes wide and feathers ruffled around the cheeks. Huey kept glancing subtly behind him, checking to make sure nothing had happened to his nest while his back was turned.
“You mean like… getting a job?” Webby finally supplemented. Louie stiffly shook his head.
“Oh…” Webby dragged out. She gave the triplets a disturbed look and shifted. “You mean… about… boys?”
The triplets exchanged another glance, each wearing a grimace.
“Uh, no, not exactly,” Huey answered.
They stopped to listen to the sudden pounding of feet, a loud crash, and Uncle Donalds angry shouts. Then finally, Uncle Donald appeared.
“What is it? What’s going on?” He shouted as he reached the doorway. He leaned against the frame, feathers ruffled and out of breath from the wild dash up the stairs.
“Hey, Uncle Donald!” Louie gave a casual wave. He walked towards him, Huey and Dewey stepping closer together to conceal the nest behind them. “What’s hanging?”
Uncle Donald stood up. His eyes narrowed at the stiff forms of the two eldest. Louie stopped just in front of him, giving a casual grin.
“Boys, Webby,” he nodded towards the children, taking a glance around the room. “What’s going on?”
“Oh,” Webby spoke up. “We were talking about—”
“Nothin.”
“Adventures?”
“Education!”
Louie took a moment to curse Huey, and then shot a subtle glance towards his brothers. Huey was giving a grin that didn’t quiet reach the eyes, arms folded in front of his chest tightly. Dewey had his arm around Huey’s shoulder, chuckling nervously.
“Uh…” Webby stalled, her eyes dashing from Louie’s to Uncle Donald’s, finally realizing at least half of the situation. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were hiding something from Uncle Donald and needed her help. “Technically, we were talking about adventures and education!”
Louie gave a laugh as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “I mean—how can you have a conversation with these losers and the topic of education and adventures not come up, right guys?”
The others broke into a chorus of uncharacteristic and strained laughter.
“Yeah, good one, Louie.”
“Heh, totally right.”
“Right on the nose there, brother!”
Donald folded his arms and tilted his head back ever so slightly, eyes narrowed into slits. Louie swallowed, his stomach clenching. Huey sat there, cheeks pinching from grinning. Dewey could’ve sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Webby was silent, gripping her hands together in a death-grip as she watched the scene play out before her.
“Okay, then!” Donald suddenly shrugged. He turned away, giving a wave as he left the room. “Just keep it down a little more. Have fun, kids!”
Louie couldn’t stop his eyebrows from shooting up in surprise. “U-uh, yeah, okay! We will!”
The door shut behind him, the occupants stunned into a brief period of silence.
“Did he actually buy that?” Dewey cocked his head to the side. Louie narrowed his eyes and shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets while Huey breathed a giant sigh of relief.
For now, the initial threat of Donald finding out was gone. Of course, logically he knew this wasn’t something he should (or even could) hide forever, but if he were being honest with himself, the subject of nesting wasn’t one he’d thoroughly researched. And while Uncle Donald could be a well of information on this subject, Huey wanted to learn as much as he could before resorting to asking those types of question. After all, what was happening to him was a new and unknown experience.
“So, what are we really talking about?” Webby let the question bubble out of her, unable to contain her growing excitement any longer. “Are we sneaking out? Oh! Are we going to that horror movie playing? Oh! Is it an adventure!?”
Huey shifted away from the group and towards his nest, the urge to jump inside getting stronger by the minute. He swallowed, turning his attention away from the many blankets and pillows piled on the ground and turned his attention back to the problem at hand.
“Webs—chill. We’re not sneaking out.” Louie put a hand on her shoulder. Webby paused, looking between the boys with a frown.
“O-oh.”
“Yeah,” Dewey spoke up and gently shook his head. “This is no adventure, this is real life here.”
“Did something happen?” Webby took a step forward. “You guys are starting to freak me out a little…”
Louie gave a sigh and he pressed his palm against his forehead. He was just trying to have a nice, peaceful, Saturday. Instead he was thrust, quite unwillingly, into a potentially mortifying situation. How were they supposed to explain to Webby what nesting was?!
Unless…
“Dewey—” Louie commanded. Dewey sat up, feet dangling from his position on the bed.
“Reporting for duty!”
“Take Webby outside and tell her the basics.”
“What!?” The shriek could be heard from all the way down in the kitchen, and Louie winced at it’s sharp pitch. “I can’t tell her about Nesting!? Who do you think—”
The door suddenly slammed open and banged against the wall. The group screamed, and Uncle Donald stood triumphantly in the doorway.
“Ha!” Uncle Donald pointed a finger at Louie, who’d once again fallen to the ground. “You were talking about nesting, not--”
Uncle Donald stopped, eyes locking with Huey’s. His Nephew was standing frozen, beak gaping open. Donald looked down to the neatly formed pile of blankets and pillows in the corner, then up to Huey, and then back down to the blankets.
Donald pressed his hand gently against his beak, eyes widening. Oh… Huey was nesting. That’s why there were talking about that... Of course, he knew it was going to happen eventually. They were almost thirteen, and Huey had always been the more mature of the bunch. And, honestly, this was a really good sign that the boys were growing into healthy adults. But still… Della’s little babies were growing up so fast…
“Uncle Donald, are you crying?”
Donald turned and gently pushed Webby towards the door. “Come on, Webby. Let’s go talk with Mrs. Beakley. I think there’s some stuff you need cleared up.”
“Is Huey dying?” Webby asked solemnly as the two left. Louie glanced towards said brother, who had thoroughly buried himself within his nest, hands pressing against his head as he groaned.
“Yup!” Louie answered Webby with a snicker. Donald gave one last glance towards Huey before he shut the door behind them.
“Well,” Dewey spoke up. “I mean, it could’ve been worse.”
“How?” Came the muffled reply. Louie gave a sigh and trudged over and, sure not to cross the imaginary boundary of his nest, sat down.
“Uncle Scrooge, Launchepad, and Mrs. Beakley could’ve all come rushing up here,” he pointed out. Huey sat up, wincing at the thought.
“Yeah, but—"
“Hey, Huey, chill out!”
Huey swallowed again, looking at the ground.
“Yeah,” Dewey walked over, sitting next to Louie. “I mean, you said yourself that this was normal. Why’re you so freaked out?”
“I’m not freaked out,” Huey denied, snuggling deeper into the blankets. And then, through a mutter, he admitted. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“Of course it’s embarrassing,” Louie snickered. “It’s puberty! Everything about this is embarrassing.”
At Huey’s look, Louie hurriedly continued. “But I mean, come on, man! We’re brothers! Do you really think we’ll relentlessly tease you about this?”
Huey crossed his arms. “yes, actually.”
Louie took a pause, thinking his answer over. “Okay, yes, we’re going to tease you. That’s pretty much a given. But my point still stands.”
“Yeah, we’re going to stick by each other, no matter what.” Dewey added with a grin. Huey picked gently at the carpet and his head bobbed up and down.
“Yeah, you’ve got a point.”
“See? The only thing you really need to fear is Uncle Donald wanting pictures or, heaven forbid, Mrs. Beakely walking in while you’re rebuilding,” Louie leaned back, head resting against the wall.
“That is true,” Huey nodded once more, letting his shoulders finally relax. “And, based on the genetics, the likelihood of you and Dewey starting soon is highly probable. I’d estimate within the week!”
Hello welcome back, 2 post in the same week WOA. anyways the long a waited nesting au chapter is here!
⚠️ no warnings just pure fluff!!! Grian is just tired and birdbrain wired, lucky him his favorite human is there too.⚠️
Note: this was written before Jules hatched so in this chapter she was written gender neutral
Remember these are characters only not real people! Jules is a fan baby!
Enjoy!
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A yawn left Grian's lips. Today was a busy day for the hybrid, cleaning the entire house, garden work and on top a lot of socializing. Normally that was Grians standard day but ever since he had the blessing of having his egg it became a slightly harder task for him.Sure he could be a bad parent and just leave the egg in the nest all day without protection and warmth. OR he could use the wrap carrier on Jules and keep them warm underneath his sweater. The second option was just too appealing to him. Absentmindedly he slips a hand under his sweater again and was satisfied at the toasty warmth underneath it. His egg being safe with him dimmed his instincts screaming at him, often that side forgets that Jules is with him and not forgotten somewhere in a corner. But carrying the big egg was it's own challenge. The added weight made his bird like feet ache , his talons scraping way too often on the surfaces he walks on, his ankles swollen. Oh the sacrifices he does for his baby.
Tired from the day he made his way to his beloved nest, the soft pillows and blankets calling him.
As he sat down he pulled his right leg up to massage his tired feet only for Jules to be in the way again. A frown formed now on his face, Jules was safe at his stomach yes but boy did they keep getting in the way. During garden work Jules always tipped off his balance to the point that crawling through it was safer for the egg, just not for Grians joints and back. The most annoying part of having Jules with him was during his hours at the permit office, standing around with a huge egg strapped to his body was torture for his feet and despite just having some paperwork and phone calls to do he wished he could be anywhere else. He didn't care if Cub wanted him to stand when he was at the front, he will take the chair thank you very much. Shifting his position a bit he massages his thigh, instead feeling the soreness in them. Leaning back into a more comfortable position he remains in that position closing his eyes to just relax for a few seconds. Another yawn left his lips and he now was faced with a new challenge, getting up. Jules was now heavy in his lab and the warm feeling wants to make him just lean back and close his eyes, however he was hungry now. Really hungry. When was the last time he ate? Was it at breakfast? Ugh. Grian made a sad attempt at getting up, being a perfect copy of a turtle on its back before he gave up at the second attempt. Screw food he can just rest for a while. Was easy said than done, his sore feet seemed to pulse with each heartbeat and his entire back felt stiff and just uncomfortable to lay on. His wings were itching for a preen but then again his arms just hurt too much. 'im so miserable ' he whines in his head.
Shifting his eyes to the clock he was disappointed that Joel had still an hour left until he comes home. Flexing his feet he hissed at the sore feeling in his talons, telling him that they gotten way to long and desperately need a trim. His hand strokes the egg bumb, Jules being a grounding sensation was welcomed. But the thought of removing the egg from the cloth carrier so he could go and take care of himself sounded like the worst thing he could do now, he didn't want to part from his egg just yet. His mind fills with the events of the last few days, Joel was a great co parent. Taking over without grian having to beg first and it warmed his heart every time he saw him talk to the egg. Oh he is going to be a great father he just knew it.
A low chirp left him at the thought. He misses Joel... Well he can just call him.
With a shit eating grin Grian quickly typed out a ominous message for Joel to return now. Without any context oh he is going to be so worried. It didn't take long before he heard the front door slam open and Joel calling out his name, well now he felt a little guilty for worrying him. "In the nest!" He called back and it didn't take long for him to stand at the door out of breath. "Did you run home?" Grian hat to surpress a giggle at Joel's state who now had a pissed expression on his face. "Yeah I did! I thought something happened! "
"Well something did happen, Jules has trapped me and I can't get up!" Now Joel looked really pissed, uh oh. "Then take them out of the carrier! I can't believe I just left work thinking God knows what! I thought you tripped and cracked the egg or something!" Well now that was not the approach grian was going for. He must have made a face that stopped Joel's rambling, his brows furrowed in confusion and let out a heavy sigh. "Alright ok...you can't get up?" He made his way over to him and grian had a weird sense to protect the egg from Joel. Maybe it was because Joel was hostile a few moments ago or perhaps that Joel was suddenly so calm that stressed him, letting out a warning hiss as Joel approached. The man's stopped his attempts to come closer immediately, not even daring to move a muscle. He already knew from experience that an attack from him would do more than just hurt.
"Ok...I'm sorry, I apologize for being angry. How can I help you? Do you need anything?" Fuck. Now grian felt guilty, extremely so. He just hissed at him like a wild animal, the parent of his child. Great now he was crying. "I'm sowwry.. " he hiccups, while both Joel and him were aware that he didn't lay the egg he couldn't blame it on hormones like other parents. He was just being difficult. 'well your natural instincts tell you to protect the egg, if anything is really your hormones G. It's how orphan baby's survived in the wild!' he faintly hears Scar in his ear. The zookeeper was a big help in the process of hatching the egg, sometimes it was surprising how much the guy knew about Hybrids considering that he was a zookeeper. He should call him sometime he really needs his talons trimmed.
Suddenly hands cupped his cheeks and he was met with Joel's face. "Alright this is how we are going to do this. YOU, take a shower. You smell. And I... Will watch the egg and make you something to eat sounds good?" Grian wanted to object, but the guild of being difficult for his partner made him reconsider. Nodding he slips his shirt off revealing Jules snuggly and safe in the egg carrier. Joel lovelingly helped him slip out of the cloth and held Jules to his chest.
With a final sad puppy look at the both of them he made his way to the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror he instead just undressed, standing under the nice hot spray of the shower. Fluffing his feathers up he allowed them to wash away the old feather oil, dust and smell off the day. And just for a few minutes grian simply exist.
For a few moments he wasn't a parent, A lover, a friend, a coworker. He was simply grian. Grian who was taking a nice relaxing shower with no worries.
His mind seemed to clear more and more with each step of his shower routine, just as he turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around himself he fully was aware of his behavior the past few days. He cringed. Hed been so brooty lately that he barely could leave the egg by itself, even with Joel. The poor man had barely a break form him without him being all up in his personal space to the point he thought himself that it was very out of character. Sure Joel loved the extra snuggles but surely the egg thing gotten a bit out of hand. Flushing red he looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection always weirded him out to a extend, but right now he looked nothing like the face that weirded him out. His hair has gotten longer, his feathers were messy and the eye bags snitching on his sleepless nights. Many worrys about the future keept him up late into the night, worry about how Jules would develop, grow as a person, all trivial things he knew didn't matter now. With a sigh he brushed out his hair and applied his skincare products on his dry skin. Relishing in the refreshing feeling of the cooling cream, briefly he thought about how bird hybrid were cursed with natural oily skin that quickly dried out after a simple shower.
Stepping out of the bathroom he made his way to his closet, pulling out some comfortable sweatpants and a T-shirt from Joel he had modified long ago to fit his wings. With a nother yawn he made his way to the kitchen after a alluring smell caught his attention. There he saw Joel taking out a plate of leftover spaghetti from the microwave, placing it on the dining table. Jules was strapped to Joel's body in the cloth carrier and his heart just melted. Mindlessly chatting to the egg he prepared a second plate to heat up. "Gosh, I can't wait for you to try my cooking when you hatch Jules! Screw scar's elven cookies they nothing against my food! Ok.. I learned most from auntie Lizzy but I gave them my own twist! Oh and Lizzy is so excited for you." He humms, stroking the shell of the egg.
"She is really hoping for you to be a girl. No pressure on that. But she already has knitted so many cute outfits to the point she has boxes full of them. I bet she is going to be disappointed when your a boy but that would be really funny, Hm?" Joel stopped his chatter by now having his attention on him instead. A fond smile spread across his lips as Joels face reddens in embarrassment. "You heard all that..." He said only to be cut off by the microwave ping. Grian couldn't help but snort. "Yeah I did..." He simply states. Sitting at the table he took a fork to start his meal, in between bites he looked at Joel who joined him. "Thank you, I still don't know what came over me there..." "Nah it's fine. But don't think I'm done pampering you." Is all Joel said before going back to his food. No amount of 'what do you mean?' And 'joel what are you planning?!' got him an answer.
After there shared dinner was ate they made both there way over to the nest again. Jules in there own safe section so the both of them had plenty of room to cuddle. Quickly Grian found out what Joel meant. Cuddled up to his chest he silently listened to Joel's heartbeat and breathing, while Joel's talented hands were making progress on preening his wings. Scratching carefully the keratin tubes off his new feathers, fluffing them out and taking out old loose feathers. Grian's hand rested on Jules shell feeling the egg move and little vibrations, telling his tired brain that there kid was alive and well. Soon the egg will hatch and grian can't wait until the day. "ugh I keep forgetting how bad your feather oil smells G." Joel complained as he spreads the natural oil over his feathers. To grian the smell was natural, similar to smelling sweat on someone but he understands that the smell is not pleasant for others that don't have wings. "Then don't smell your hands when you are preening me" he chuckled. "By now you know it smells bad, just like how you get my feather dust on your emo closet." He teased only to yelp as Joel grabbed his torso, his fingers squeezed his sides slightly. "Well if you are feeling better you can take over for me while I do your talons?" It was a half question and it surprised him that Joel was offering to even cut them. His Talons were thicker that his fingernails and normally he went to scar for cutting them, the zookeeper just had better equipment when it came to files and clippers. Grian was jumped out of his daydream as he felt a hand near his ankle, the skin there was drastically different than the human skin above his knee. While his skin wasn't thicker or thinner than human skin it has a different feel to it, the first time Joel had touched it he was weirded out by the rougher feel to it than smooth human skin. But Grian guessed that it was mostly to the fact how different his bird like feet were to humans. That reminds him... "HA" Grian exclaimed, grabbing Joel's wrist with his foot. Successfully making Joel jump who was busy setting out the files. "Geez man don't scare me like that you jerk..." The other grumbled before he started to clip the tips of the talons. In a strange way grian loved it when Joel would do something nice like this for him, be it washing his hair after a hard day, helping him preen, helping applying moisturizer on, a massage or even brush his hair. He had always felt strange to like it, wondering if it was too far to ask Joel to do this for him. But Joel always assured him that he himself liked to help make Grians day by simply doing a nice gesture.
Before he knew it Joel was done and was applying the coconut oil on his feet, grian making a small game out of it by grabbing Joel's hands, slipping out of his grasp to wrestle the offending hands. Joel himself had a smile on his lips as he finally finished. "Alright don't lick the oil off again. I know you like coconut oil but it's gross when it was on your feet." He jokes, making a slight jab at the other, slight gagging inwardly at the memory.
Joel had the unfortunate confrontation a few weeks ago to find a Grian eating spoonfuls of coconut oil, at the ungodly hours of 1 am. He was aware that birds like that stuff but even he thought that it was a bit much. "You are never going to let me live that down are you? It's like eating a chocolate bar for me!" Grian defended only to be smothered and littert with kisses to his face. giggles broke out between the two as kisses were reciprocated. However the moment simmered down to snuggling and grian couldn't stop the yawn from escaping. A glance at the clock told him it was a reasonable hour to go to sleep so he didn't fight it when his eyes slipped shut. "Good night Joel, good night Jules..."
"Goodnight Grian see you tomorrow." With that he allowed sleep to take over him.
A new character for my AU! A Halfling, part monster! Her sword, a gift, from her great-great-great grandmother (a monster) to her human lover, her great-great-great grandfather.
Still thinking about her powers still! But I have a few ideas. Gotta make her great-great-great grandmother's symbol
Okay, I might have Liu keep his DID. I think he's going to have two alters instead of one, but Sully be the one that's just out most if that makes sense.
