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anathtsurugi · 3 years ago

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So...that one Ducktales Story I Was Working On...

Not sure how many of you are still following me to see Terrify the Dark finished, but that’s finally gonna happen. Y’know, like a year and a half after the fact, eheh.

I come bearing a little teaser for the new chapter. The full chapter won’t be coming until next week, though it is available right now on my Patreon. It’s something of a recap of events from the last chapter, just from Drake Dark Warrior Duck’s perspective instead of Gosalyn’s. Aaaanyway, hope you enjoy!

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Drake couldn't explain how the probability spell worked. It seemed it was different each time it came online. First it had been like a trail he'd followed. Next it had been like a puzzle of faulty recordings playing in his brain. Now?

Now it was like a super magnet drawing him in, pulling him inexorably toward an exact pair of windows on the side of McDuck Manor. And on approach in the Thunderquack, there was only one possible plan of attack.

"Crash it," he said to Della.

"I- you mean-"

"Third floor, fourth window from the left," he told her, reaching out to grip her arm while keeping his gaze fixed on the spot. "Crash. It."

"Yus! Now we're talking!" Lena cheered.

"You all might be certifiably insane," Kath mumbled faintly.

"Won't disagree with you," Indy said, though there was resolve in his voice, apparently prepared to trust Drake's instincts on this one.

"Drake, are you sure?" the pilot pressed him, to which he nodded.

"Make Launchpad proud."

"Well...I'dbelyingifIsaidIhadn'tthoughtaboutit," she bit out as she snapped her flight goggles into place. "All right people, strap yourselves in. This is my kinda crazy! LET'S GET DANGEROUUUUS!!" she roared as she threw the Thunderquack on a collision course. Drake braced himself only a little before they went crashing straight into the house.

The windshield, thankfully, remained intact, though it was covered with debris.

"Anyone hurt?" he called out as he undid his restraints. Della was already shaking herself off, though still caught up in her own restraints.

"Hoo, that was awesome!" she cheered. "Oh, god, Uncle Scrooge is gonna kill me."

"Nope."

"It appears not."

"Shaken. Very shaken. But I'll recover."

"Then let's get a move on," he said, heading toward the exit hatch. When it didn't open, he could only assume it was blocked somehow. Something was happening outside. He could hear it, but he couldn't pinpoint anything more accurate.

"Come. On. Stupid. Hatch. Open!" he snarled as he shoved his shoulder against it.

LP, you know I adore this plane, but if it stops me from saving our little girl, I'm going to dismantle it screw by screw.

But...why would the Thunderquack stop you from rescuing Gosalyn?

"No! Nonononono! Don't answer! You can't answer!" he shouted in horrified frustration, his vision suddenly redshifting again.

"Drake-" someone attempted to speak to him, and he could no longer tell if it was Della, Indy, Lena, or Kath.

Giving one last harrowing cry of effort, Darkwing threw himself against the hatch, the unnatural burst of strength finally allowing him to shove it free. The sight his shifted eyes picked out through the haze of smoke and debris was Negaduck advancing on his daughter.

Time to give this madman a taste of his own medicine.

"I am the terror that hunts in the night," he declared, prepared to do things a hundred times worse than the simple nuisances his usual words promised. "I am the honey badger that rips out your throat. I...am Darkwing Duck!"

Unfortunately, his enemy didn't seem to recognize his peril, because he looked entirely too excited by what he saw in him.

"Oh, yeah," the ex-actor all but moaned as he eyed him up and down. "Now that's a Darkwing Duck I can get behind. Hehe, take that however you want."

And that he was definitely not going to stand for. Whipping out the gas gun, he fired its grappling hook at his enemy, more than a little pleased when he saw the hook sink into him. That pleasure was only compounded when he began to retract the cable, forcing a sharp cry of pain from Negaduck as he dragged him over the rubble.

"I told you I wouldn't let you have Gosalyn," he said, something cold and harsh deep inside him beginning to crawl out. "I warned you."

"So do something about it," his enemy spat at him, the look in his eyes as egregiously unhinged as ever, despite his obvious pain.

He was just going to have to push that pain threshold past the breaking point.

"Well...if you insist."

With that, Darkwing Duck let all the hurt and sorrow and rage that was inside him out. The bitter, black hate that scalded his veins and squeezed at his heart found release through his fists as he proceeded to pound his adversary without mercy. Every blow he dealt only served to send him further into that blind rage.

This is what I feel. This is what you did to me. If I can return even a fraction of this pain, whatever happens to me will be worth it!

No! No, it won't! that unrelenting voice at the back of his mind cried out, desperate. Nothing's worth this, DW! Especially not me. I don't want you to be like him...because of me. I can't accept that.

Darkwing felt something inside of him crack at the sound of the achingly earnest and familiar voice. God, Launchpad's voice was so entrenched in his mind he could even conjure the exact words his partner would say.

Drake...please. Please...don't do this.

Drake? Heh, Drake isn't here anymore. He died...on the docks that night. He tried to save his partner, who walked through fire for him...but he wasn't strong enough to do the same. Drake's gone!

Drake...

But he had meant what he'd said, and with every blow he struck to his enemy, Darkwing Duck let Drake slip further and further away. It soothed the agony in his fragile soul, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect on Negaduck himself. The assault only seemed to push the villain further over his own edge, drawing maddened, maniacal laughter from his broken beak.

"Let's see if you can laugh when your brain's crushed into paste against this wall!" he snarled, ramming the older duck's head against the wall as hard as he could, holding nothing back. And despite his obvious injuries, Negaduck did manage yet another chuckle.

"Going to kill me, duckie?" he mocked him, clearly inviting him to do just that. "I don't think you can."

"I said I would kill you and I meant it!" he growled, fingers tightening around Negaduck's throat, threatening to strangle him. "You will never hurt anyone again. Not on my watch."

It was the reason he gave, but even he knew it wasn't true. Whether it was the hero's way or not, all he wanted now was vengeance. He was going to make his former hero pay for every drop of Launchpad's blood, no matter what it cost him in the end.

"STOP!"

The sound of his daughter's desperate cry froze the falling hero where he stood. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, but he couldn't help but to hear her.

"Don't do this," she sobbed quietly, her plea echoing the impassioned words from his own heart. "This isn't you. You're not a murderer."

"You are. You are," Negaduck hissed in his face, goading him, practically begging for the killing blow. It took everything he had not to land it.

"Gos...Gosalyn," he started heavily as he turned his eyes to her. It was so hard...just to speak..."he's-"

"I know," she interrupted him, tears flowing steadily down her face, though she somehow kept her voice level. "I know who he is. I know what he's done. I know he's the reason Launchpad's not here anymore. And I know you can beat him...but...then you'll get hurt. You won't be the same anymore...and I couldn't- take that," she told him as she wiped the tears from her face. But then her words stopped making sense. "So I'm going with him."

That...no. He really must have lost it, because he couldn't have heard what he'd heard. There was no way- Gosalyn would never say anything like that. Because she knew that if Negaduck got his hands on her...

Other things were happening around him, but he couldn't bring himself to focus on them. All he could do was stand there, his enemy choking to death in his grip while he tried to understand just what it was his daughter had said.

"Gos..."

"This isn't gonna happen, Dad. I'm not gonna let you go down like this."

Still not fully understanding what was happening, he was suddenly forced into comprehension when a large pair of arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from Negaduck.

"No. Wh- what are you doing?!" he shouted, beginning to struggle.

Oh, god, it was Launchpad all over again! He was going to be made to stand by and do nothing while his life was stripped away before his eyes.

"No! Let me go! Let me go!" he shrieked, fighting his hardest, but nothing he did could force those arms to loose their hold. "GOSALYN!"

There was nothing he could do. Nothing but watch as his perfectly calm and composed daughter disappeared in a blaze of white.

The scream that tore from his throat once Gosalyn was gone was wordless. It was a sound beyond anguish, beyond anger, or even sanity, and many of the others would later tell him how it had frightened them, but he didn't know any of that in that moment.

All he knew was that Gosalyn was gone.

"BRING HER BACK!!" he screamed at Negaduck, screamed until his throat was raw. "YOU BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW!"

But his nemesis just sneered at him as he pocketed his device, every inch the duck with the upper hand, in spite of the fact that he was clearly struggling to stand.

"I told you, duckling," he said as he began to back away from them, toward the hole that Darkwing and Della had just carved through the side of the mansion. "I told you I would take everything from you. Is it my fault everything decided to make it easier?"

"Malicious miscreant," Scrooge snarled, brandishing his cane like a sword. "What have ye done with the wee lass?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you'll find out soon enough," Negaduck scolded as he continued to back away. "Just know that if anything happens to me on my way out, you'll never see her or any of the other brats alive again."

The billionaire's expression went hard on hearing the mad duck's threat, though his eyes were filled with dread. "The boys...Webby..."

"That's right. Try anything and they die here and now."

"Negaduck," Officer Cabrera warned, clearly considering challenging the threat as her hand hovered near the gun at her hip.

"No, no, no, Officer. Really think you're ready to gamble with the lives of Scrooge McDuck's family? Any of you?!" he called out to the group at large, to Penumbra and Gyro, who had hands on their weapons, to Manny and the twins, who all looked ready to commit violent murder. But every last one of them stood down when faced with the threat to the youngest members of the clan.

And at the last, Negaduck looked to the group crawling from the wreckage of the Thunderquack, a pair of familiar eyes locking onto his for the first time in what had to have been years.

"Kath?" he called out in wicked amusement. "Oh, Kath, Kath, Kath. Don't tell me they dragged you into this, too. Well...what do you think of your Dark now, Morgie baby?"

"Jim..." the actress uttered in shock. "What...what happened to you?"

"Happened? Little movie star there happened," the villain mocked while Darkwing continued trying to escape the iron grip that was still holding him fast. "Ah, well. You'll get used to the idea," he said.

"I WILL FIND YOU!!" Darkwing shrieked at him, never having once ceased his struggles to get free, despite his lack of success. This drew nothing more from the ex-actor than his typical knowing sneer.

"Oh, I hope so," he said, keeping his eyes on Darkwing as he continued his backwards retreat. "We'll see who you really are when we come face to face again."

Then he was gone, vanished through the twisted tangle of wreckage that had once been a wall.

Darkwing continued to struggle, his cries now broken and stilted.

"Drake," a familiar voice started, "please stop."

"He took her!" he cried out, caught somewhere between anger, sorrow, and hopelessness. "He took- my little girl!"

"I know," the voice's owner attempted to calm him, reaching out a soothing hand to touch his face. "I understand."

"Understand?" he bit out, his voice breaking. "How could you? You...will never understand."

"Me? I don't understand? Are you serious, Drake Mallard-McQuack? If anybody understands...the pain of losing a child...I do. At least you'll have the chance to get yours back."

Then he felt a pair of hands reach around the back of his head, beginning to untie the mask.

"No. No! You can't- I still need that!" he protested, struggling all the harder. Even so, it wasn't long before the simple length of cloth was slipping free, normalizing his vision, and he was able to understand why that voice was so familiar.

Birdie McQuack. Despite her own loss, she was looking at him with perfect compassion and understanding.

"Birdie," he whispered, hardly able to meet that warm, painful gaze. "I lost him. I lost Launchpad. I'm- so sorry."

"It's all right," she told him, lifting her hand once again to cup his cheek in her palm. "You're all right."

"No. No, it's not. I told you...I promised you...I promised he would always come first, but I couldn't-...I failed him. I failed them both!" he hissed in anguish, tears he didn't know he still had beginning to squeeze from his eyes without his permission. And damn him, but he couldn't stop himself leaning into the comfort she offered.

"It wasn't your fault," she said, so certain. "I could never have asked you to make that promise...but you made it anyway. Made an impossible promise to an exhausted mother. Heh, Launchpad would've been upset with us both if he'd known. But...my boy only did what he always does. Give everything he had to give for the sake of what he loved most of all. None of us could've changed that about him."

But I...I'm not worth that kind of sacrifice, he wanted to argue, to scream, but he couldn't make his mouth work. When Ripcord finally released his hold on him, all he could manage to do was collapse into Birdie's waiting embrace, and he couldn't help but to let her cradle him in her arms...this woman he had no right at all to ask for comfort from.

#Ducktales #DT17 #Darkwing Duck #Drakepad #Dark Warrior Duck

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blouisparadise · 4 years ago

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love.

Happy reading!

1) Your Good Time | Explicit | 3070 words

Louis nodded along with what the guy was saying, apparently his arousal taking over his brain to mouth filter as he said, “Who would want to hide a fit bloke like you? That guys an idiot.” Louis scoffed, dramatizing the word ‘idiot’, giving the guy a sly smirk. The guy leaned an arm against the bar, turned his body to Louis and fixed him with a curious look before he held out a hand.

“M’Harry.”

Louis and Harry meet in a bar when Harry's date is an ass. Inspired by Temporary Fix by One Direction.

2) I Push You To The Limits | Explicit | 3846 words

Louis is a brat who likes seeing his boyfriend get jealous and possessive over him.

3) Overkill | Explicit | 4354 words

Louis was never going to get over how fucking attractive Harry was. How glorious his big, tall, curvy body was. The feeling of Harry behind him, hot and heavy, trapped on the tube after they’d been somewhere during rush hour. His thick hands, full of pretty rings sometimes, handing Louis a cup of coffee, then getting one for himself.

4) Too Nervous to be Lovers | Mature | 6445 words

Louis doesn't want to spend quarantine with Harry, his straight roommate, who doesn't even acknowledge his existence.

5) Fratboy In Love | Mature | 6830 words

Harry Styles was a frat boy who loved to sleep around and flirt with boys and girls. Louis was a good uni student who loved to stay in and study and wasn't much of a partier.

Insert his best friend Niall who talks him into going. Louis gets drunk and ends up sleeping with harry. The next day he leaves before Harry wakes and tries to avoid him at all costs. Thinking Harry wouldn't care since Louis was just another conquest. But what if Harry did care. And actually have a crush on Louis. Read and find out

6) My Sunflower | Mature | 7057 words

Louis would rather be sunbathing at the beach with his friends, not slaving his spring break away in his father’s flower shop.

7) Waiting | Explicit | 8023 words

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

8) Shine Light Upon Your Ground | Explicit | 8506 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/H, which the reader can picture as Harry or Henry Cavill.

Louis sighs again and fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist, twisting the charms around and petting the fake diamonds.

“How much for a night?” A deep voice suddenly asks him. The man who approaches him is already pulling out his wallet and flicking through a bundle of bills. Louis, who had been sitting at the bar completely innocent and minding his own business, lets out an offended, strangled sound.

“Excuse me?” He demands, straightening up in his seat. The hem of his dress creeps further up his thigh but he pays it no mind.

9) Glistening Under The Sun (You're My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8996 words

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

10) Connected To The Heart | Explicit | 9059 words

Note: This is an coda scene for this fic.

“Your stage cue is way too close for you to be wearing that look you’re wearing,” Louis informs him. He can’t stop himself from looking up at Harry through his eyelashes, the silk of Harry’s dress shirt brushing against the backs of his knuckles.

“Twenty minutes,” Harry agrees. His breath is minty from the gum he was chewing earlier, fresh and warm. “Twenty minutes can be a long time, baby.”

This time, Louis has to force himself to roll his eyes. “Not nearly long enough for the way you always want to fuck me.”

11) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11438 words

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

OR the one where Harry likes the thrill of the chase, Louis likes to be chased, and everyone gets what they need… in the end.

12) Kiss Me In Your Chevrolet | Explicit | 11569 words

"Yes, Lou?" Harry asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A gust of wind came through the open windows, sending chills down Harry's arms as a light rain began falling outside. He closed his eyes again and let his head fall back to the couch arm rest.

"Can we go there?" Louis asked, probably pointing somewhere. Harry opened his eyes and felt his heart jump in his chest, a magazine page a couple of inches away from his face. Startled, Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to collect himself.

Harry blinked a few times to focus his eyes on the page Louis still held in front of his nose. "You want to go to the Grand Canyon?" He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the left to look at Louis' face.

13) Pull The Trigger | Explicit | 12007 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #16 on this list.

Louis has never been alright with killing. Will that change when he learns what it's like to be the one holding the gun?

14) Open All Night | Explicit | 12537 words

It’s six in the morning when Harry finally makes it back home.

Harry's a bartender, Louis' got a nice ass and a shit taste in men. They make it work.

15) Among Other Things | Explicit | 16073 words

“Harry, it’s 7:45, oh my god, my class starts at 8:15,” and Louis wants to cry. Harry’s busy under the bed trying to find the tiny silver key but Louis knows that fate just hates him and he needs to find a way to get up. “Harry, I—fuck,” Louis whines. Harry stands up in a rush.

“I can’t seem to find them. It. The key.”

Or, Louis’ the teacher of Harry Styles’ daughter. Their paths shouldn’t cross like this. This meaning Louis showing up to school handcuffed to a headboard.

16) A Bullet And It's Gun | Explicit | 18156 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #13 on this list.

Louis’ parents arrange his marriage with Harry. He’s fully ready to accept that he’s going to be a sad and lonely person for the rest of his life. But then Harry starts proving himself as more than just an asocial man with money.

17) By Such Slight Ligaments | Explicit | 26764 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

A late night visit to a patient sets off a series of events that will turn Louis' world upside down.

... Here there be monsters.

18) At Your Fingertips | Explicit | 27384 words

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

19) Forgot My Roots Now Watch Me Bloom | Explicit | 28334 words

Lonely transit worker Louis pulls his longtime crush, Peter, from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Louis causes Peter's family to assume that he is his fiancée. When Louis doesn't correct them, they take him into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when he finds himself falling for Peter's brother, Harry. Loosely based on the movie "While You Were Sleeping".

20) Push You Out, Pull You Back In | Explicit | 31544 words

Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

21) Baby Blue | Explicit | 39439 words

Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

22) Lidocaine And Palm Trees | Explicit | 44653 words

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

23) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67369 words

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

24) Truth Would Be | Explicit | 91869 words

“You want me? I’m not a… a thing to be owned!” Louis stuttered, still very angry and confused.

“Hmmm…” The alpha tapped his lips as if he was contemplating something. “Last time I checked, the debt was paid off and the only thing I had asked in return was… you. So technically I do own you.”

“You are crazy…” Louis muttered as he began to back towards the door. Harry’s impossibly green eyes turned a shade darker, but his tone was still teasing and light when he said, “Maybe I am…”

The I-paid-off-all-your-debt-so-you-are-mine AU in which Omega Louis wants to be left alone by Alpha Harry but it's super complicated when he starts to not hate the alpha all that much.

25) Collision | Not Rated | 224594 words

Note: This fic was finished in 2018, but two new epilogue chapters have been added.

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

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