#( decanard: peter. )

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“ The “almost” will always haunt me. “ (Louie @ Jayden) (about Boyd) (Make it worse au)

-   ✩   「   @decanard​  ​ 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   It’s a rare moment of quiet... Jayden lying on the floor of their room, eyes trained on the ceiling but seeing nothing. Limbs splayed to the sides, using as much space as they can, yet somehow feeling as if they’re taking up nothing at all. It’s been a long time since they’ve felt like they EXISTED in the world. The monotone misery of the every day making them feel more like a plaything, carried around by Ram and Peter to be used and disposed of whenever it pleases, than a living being. But that’s a train of thought they’d rather not go down again, wrenching their mind off of those tracks and focusing on Louie’s sad statement.

Honestly, it’s not much better.

❝  I’m sure it haunts him too...  ❞  Jayden says without thinking, wincing as soon as the words are out of their mouth. Turning their head to look at the wall instead, Jayden is acutely aware that they don’t know where Louie is in the room... and that it doesn’t matter. They trust him. He’s one of the few people allowed to be out of sight without it sending their nerves ablaze with paranoia.  ❝  That’s probably a shitty thing to say and it’s not like- I want him to be upset or hurt or- y’know... anything like that.   ❞  They don’t mention who it is they’re talking about. Louie knows.  ❝  What I mean is that- he really, really cares about you. I know he does.  ❞  

❝  And he’s a good guy. So- a guy like that wouldn’t get over a person they care about so easily. Especially if that person is you.  ❞  Swallowing thickly, Jayden blinks back tears, knowing that now is not the time for them. Their own words echo in their ears, Jayden shoving down the undeserved twinge of jealousy at how Louie’s ‘ almost ’ could still come true. Maybe... If the stars aligned perfectly. But still, a slim chance is something to cling to when the days are darkest. Jayden? Their future is set in stone. Their ‘ almost ’ long dead; replaced with someone who shares Carroll’s face, but twisted into something unrecognizable. CJ. 

Who knew it could only take two letters could entice such a visceral reaction.

❝  Who knows... your almost might not always be an almost.  ❞  They mutter, wishing they could sound more confident. Rolling over onto their stomach, they pick at the floor, the previous calm air now feeling suffocating rather than strangely serene.   「 ☆ 」 

[dollhousemuses-a]

@decanard​ said ;; “Hello Hubert.” This time the smile is nothing but menacing as Peter steps forward. An intimidation tactic of his much larger size. “I’m hoping you can help me. I seemed to misplace something that belongs to me. You don’t happen to know where it is do you?”

answered ;; unprompted

          He shouldn’t have answered the door, he knew he shouldn’t have. Not while both Louie and Wakko were out, both his brother and his fiancée would have called if they had forgotten their keys. Babs would have texted him if she were here, and no one else knew where they had moved to when they got back to New York. He had been distracted though, hadn’t been thinking, and now he was staring his mistake in the face. And while it may not have been three large dogs preparing to take him away again, it was one large dog who clearly planned to take away his brother. 

                    “ You don’t own anything here. ” Huey’s voice was shaking as much as his body was, hand pressed against the back of the door to try and keep himself stable. He was staring up at the large doberman, trying to keep his blatant fear of the dog off of his face and doing a miserable job at it. “ Now leave. ” He tries to put conviction into the words as he attempts to close the door in Peter’s face. 

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               "You know when my darling Louie told me that I would be meeting his family, he didn't mention that his mother was so exquisite." Peter takes Della's hand and kisses the back of it before straightening up again.                  His arm returned to wrap around Louie. Who smiled at Della from his side before hugging his mom. "Mom, this is my fiance Peter. I told you he'd be joining us this week so you all can get to know him better before we get married." / @decanard​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Right off the bat,  Della  did  not  like  this.  But  maybe,  maybe  she  was  just  being  an  overprotective  parent.  Maybe  her  gut  feeling  was  wrong.  It  was  all  just  little  things  that  she  noticed  --  a  few  things  not  adding  up.  However,  she  was  going  to  give  this  entire  situation  the  benefit  of  the  doubt.  She  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  show  that  she  had  any  negative  feelings  about  this.  

            So when Peter kissed  her  hand,  she  offered  him  a  small  smile,  nodding  at  the  young  man  politely  before  hugging  Louie.  She  could  keep  her  composure.  Maybe  she’d  be  able  to  talk  to  her  son  privately  later  on.  

                                  ❛  Right, right - of course! It’s nice to meet you, Peter. I hope you’re ready for a week in the life of the Duck family!  ❜

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“I’m pregnant.” Louies voice is detached and his eyes are miles away. It’s only because they’re alone that he admits it to Jayden. He destroyed all the evidence but now he doesn’t know what to do.

-   ✩ 「   @decanard  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Jayden had known something was wrong. Well, more wrong than the usual cloud of shittiness that hangs over their lives. Not wanting to pressure Louie into sharing something he wasn’t willing to— and trusting that he’d share it in time anyway —Jayden had sat in silence, rapidly tapping their fingers against their leg in a small but blatant show of nervousness. Only doing so because Louie was obviously not paying attention to them. Chest already feeling heavy before Louie has even spoken, the crushing weight intensifies at the admission, Jayden feeling as if their breath has been stolen from them.

But they can’t react... Not too much. Not when Louie is in such a fragile state.

Even if the word ‘ pregnant ’ sends a sick wave through their stomach, Jayden swallowing back the bile that attempts to rise up as a memory they’ve been trying to suppress suddenly hits them FULL FORCE. Hands clenched on their legs, the suck in a discreet breath, releasing it in a shaky exhale— nearly silent... before turning to face Louie. Carefully moving a hand to rest on top of Louie’s, not wanting to risk startling Louie with too much contact at once, he rubs his thumb soothingly atop of his hand. Brows furrowed with concern, Jayden mulls over what to say for a moment, terrified of saying the wrong thing...

But honestly? Is there even a right thing to say in this situation?

There’s one thing Jayden knows for certain; they are NOT going to mention their own unwanted pregnancy. Not wanting to usurp Louie’s right as the one being comforted and clinging to this excuse to keep a secret that they already wanted to without dealing with lingering guilt.  ❝  Do you... want it?  ❞  Jayden quietly asks, figuring that’s the most important question. It’ll be the catalyst to decide everything, after all. Jayden will make sure of it.  ❝  It’s okay if you don’t... and it’s okay if you do. Either way, we’ll make it work. I’ll make it work. I’ll take care of you.  ❞  Despite how hard the words may be to believe, Jayden sounds like they mean it.

❝  Whatever you want to do about this, I’m going to support you. Whether that makes taking care of it without Peter knowing shit... or helping you get away. Somewhere you both can be safe and happy.  ❞  They might not know EXACTLY how they’d accomplish that second one, but if it’s what Louie wants... if he’s able to accept what Jayden couldn’t.... then damn it, they’ll figure something out. Part of Jayden prays for that to be the case, even if they highly doubt it. They and Louie are too similar. Always have been.   「 ☆ 」 

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"The only condition is that I get to watch." Peter shrugs. "And that you remember that he's mine, otherwise do whatever you want with him. He's good at responses." A hand gripped Louie's headfeather's tighter where he was sitting on his lap, facing Ram. 

 A small whimper at the pain but otherwise there was no other reaction. This was more familiar than it should be having happened before. But if he tried to say anything, it would just make it worse. It would happen no matter what whether he wanted it or not.

- ✩ { @decanard } ✩

{ ☆ } There’s a reason Peter is his best friend, aside from the obvious... Or maybe, besides the obvious. It depends on how closely one would look into their relationship with both each other and now their boy-toys. What they would consider the more blatant of the similarities. It’s easy enough to tell that they get along. Practically growing up together will do that to a pair of young boys, surviving and exiting adolescence together. One of the few constants in Ram’s life was the Fitzroy family; mainly Peter and Augustus. The latter taught him and Peter what it means to be a man... and now they’re able to teach their boyfriends what it means to be THEIR’S.

Their shared history is simple to deduce. Their similar treatment of their partners, however? Played a little closer to the chest... for their own benefit, of course. But Augustus had been thorough in his life lessons— even if he’s still in the midst of reclaiming his own plaything —and Ram doubts that anyone even knows what goes on behind the scenes of their seemingly-innocent romances. Grip on Jayden’s waist is tight, near-bruising as a large hand FIRMLY keeps him in place on his lap. Other one gingerly runs through his hair, the touch deceptive in its fondness. He’s more than aware of the way Jayden tenses, the tiny duck attempting to keep from trembling as fingers card through his thick bangs, giving them the slightest of tugs every now and then, as if to remind him of who he is with.

Honestly, this conversation is LONG overdue... He’s been teasing the idea with Jayden for a while but he could tell that his boyfriend wasn’t certain whether his threats were empty or not. Apparently not, Ram’s eyes gleaming with amusement at Peter’s terms, a low chuckle slipping free as he jokingly muses,  ❝  Ooooooooo... Someone’s kinky~ What? Is it your boy-toy you’re eager to see plowed, or do you just like lookin’ at my dick?  ❞ 

Laughing at his own joke, he shakes his head and casually continues,  ❝  But yeah— I hear ya, dude. You got yours and I got mine, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of sharin’ between buds. An’ as long as you don’t kill him, I don’t give a shit WHAT you do with mine.  ❞  Looking over Louie’s form, he hums softly in contemplation, a thoughtful grin spreading across his beak. He’s pretty cute... Not as much as HIS boyfriend, but good enough. Not quite as small, but that’s alright. He’s tiny enough compared to the large waterfowl. Unfortunately, his examination is cut short when Jayden moves on his lap, the tiny duck giving a small tug against the hand in his headfeathers. It’s not much, honestly... Minimal.

Still pisses Ram off though.

Growling, fingers dig into Jayden’s headfeathers and gives them a harsh YANK as a warning, Jayden only struggling once more. Whimpering at the harsh tug, tears prick in Jayden’s eyes as his head is wrenched back, neck twinging with pain and a shrill gasp barely heard above Ram’s aggravated growl, tone deep and dangerous,  ❝  Hold the FUCK still. You’re embarrassin’ me, babe.  ❞  Bending low to mutter against Jayden’s ear, he continues in a low murmur,  ❝  Keep actin’ up an’ see what happens...  ❞  Ram’s attention taken away from the discussion for a moment, Jayden debates whether he’s done enough to warrant sitting still for a moment. 

He could just stop... Throbbing in his neck and difficulty breathing makes him want to; the air feels thick and suffocating, chest heaving with frantic breaths that mirror the pounding of his heart. Vision blurred, he shuts his eyes and TENSES his entire body as if afraid to so much as move a single breath... Then Jayden gives a frantic yank against Ram’s hold as if attempting to break free, despite knowing that he has no chance of it. But that’s fine. He doesn’t need to get away; he just needs Ram to be angry that he even tried. 

The slap is dizzying... 

Ears ringing and eyes blearily blinking as he tries to gather his surroundings, Jayden is only faintly aware that he’s lying on the ground after having fallen from Ram’s lap. Spitting some blood out of his mouth, the pain of a splitted-lip numbly washes over him. Familiar taste of iron taints his mouth, stomach churning at it as he shakily tries to lift himself up with his trembling arms. Closing his eyes, he shakes his head as if that will clear it, clear his vision... his hearing... Whimpering as he moves, there’s a small spurt of satisfaction as he hears Ram go—

❝  I oughta fuckin’ throw your sorry ass his way—  ❞  Peter. He must mean Peter... It’s an obvious thought, but the dizzy duck has to internally clarify.  ❝  —for pulling a stunt like that... Tch. Fuckin’ chicks. Always makin’ a scene. Right, man?  ❞  Certain that Ram is addressing Peter now, Jayden tries to take the moment to gather his bearings  { ☆ }

[dollhousemuses-a]

@decanard​ said ;; “So you’re Huey.” The Doberman extended the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Louie with a grin. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from my fiancé. It’s nice to see everything was true.”

answered ;; unprompted

          Huey’s smile is polite as he blinks up at his bother’s boyfriend, but there’s uncertainty in his expression. Not necessarily distrusting but just... uncertain.

He supposes the the reason for not having met Peter before now was due to distance. Huey had moved to New York well over a year ago now for school, but he still thought he should know something about the dog standing next to his younger brother. Instead he had vague recollections of his name ever having been mentioned. 

                    “ Um, yes, Louie’s older brother. ” Huey replies a few seconds late. He hesitantly offers his hand in return, though that was due to his dislike of physical contact with strangers more than anything else, despite how it might be perceived. 

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Louie's whole form is shaking due to a combination of fear of what Peter is saying to him and the sensations he's forcing on him. The phone is held in front of his face confirming Jayden was on his way and everything gets more intense. His cuffs are tightened further to the headboard just as a knock sounds. He tries to scream, to warn Jayden to run but the gag muffles his voice too well.

The door is opening and Peter is dragging that little bastard in by the front of his hoodie. He presses him against the back of the door with his hand first and then a knife goes through the hood material to hold him further. Then second and third knives go through his shoulders. "Stick around while kid. We're gonna watch and see how much my Louie can take. I do hope you're going to enjoy the show. But just you." The phone is taken from him and tape is plastered over his mouth. "Watch and enjoy. Don't look away now."

- ✩ { @decanard } ✩

{ ☆ } Jayden has hated a few people in his life… He hates Business, he definitely hates Peter, hates himself sometimes— all the time lately. Hell, he’s pretty sure he hates his boyfriend. Ram certainly has done enough to warrant it. Maybe that’s why Jayden came over so readily. Not simply because he was responding to ‘Louie’s’ abrupt text out of the blue, but because part of Jayden doubted who it was from. As much as he suspected Louie needed him and as determined as he was to stop this once and for all, he can’t deny that there’s a chance this will end very badly for him. Very, very badly….

And he’s alright with that.

Just as long as he helps Louie first.

Where was he again? Oh, right… Hatred.

It’s a familiar emotion; strong and lasting. It’s the one that’s lasted longest throughout his life. What the Hell else is there? Love? Fat fucking chance. Jayden’s loved a few people as well, but that came after disdain was already well-aquatinted company. Besides, love is sporadic. It’s fickle and too dependent on others. When it’s coming TO him, anyway. Jayden will be the first to know but the last to admit that he doesn’t stop loving people. He loves Carroll. The womanizing bastard. Loves Louie, even if he tossed Jayden aside like the garbage he knows he is. Not that Jayden is one to talk. He can’t recall the last time he sincerely talked to someone who wasn’t Ram. But people don’t love Jayden.

Not really. But hatred? It’s abundant. Constant as breathing. Even more-so, honestly. You can hate someone even after they’re dead. Everyone dislikes him at least a little… The ones he loves the most seeming to be at the front of the line. Not that he can blame them. Look at where he is now; reduced to nothing more than a toy, about to be played with a bit rougher than usual. But not by much. Pathetic. Pathetic and cowardly and minuscule in stature and importance… and glaring with every ounce of disdain he carries within him at the looming canine.

Pain makes his mind cloudy and his eyes water fiercely, Jayden’s breath coming in quick spurts, as sharp as the knives buried in him. It’s unbearably hot, feeling like he’d roasting from the inside out, streams of blood dripping down like droplets of lava, part of Jayden waiting for his clothing to burst into flames thanks to it. It’s a new kind of pain. All-encompassing, overwhelming his senses until it’s all that’s left… and Jayden knows it mostly had to do with the shame. The shame of seeing where Louie is now, the shame of willingly throwing himself into the mess like an idiot, the shame of not having done it SOONER… The shame of understanding this scenario all-too-well, of wanting to escape from it for good, of not being able to time and time again for one reason or another.

Of hoping that THIS time will prove to be the last ‘reason.’

…. He’s going to kill Peter.

Peter doesn’t show an ounce of fear, as is his right. He’s the predator in the scenario. Literally and figuratively. Jayden is the meek rabbit caught in a wolf’s maw, already getting torn apart, entrails and hidden secrets displayed for all to see… However, if one were to cut open Jayden— and he had been, technically —what would leak out deserves the bold red of his blood. A color bathed in fury and vengeance, spilled of both the innocent and guilty alike. Even if Jayden sometimes had trouble discerning where he fits on that spectrum. Either way, he does know ONE thing…. the rabbit is staring the wolf in its eyes, and refusing to blink.

One of us is going to die.

It’s a silent promise, burning in green hues as Jayden gives a harsh tug against the firm knives, buried DEEP into him and the wall behind. He knows it’s not going to do anything but exacerbate the bleeding, sending a scream through torn muscles that manifests in a pained growl against the tape covering his beak, tears brimming at the shock to his system until they overflow. But that’s fine. He wasn’t trying to get out yet. He just needed to show Peter that he’s not deterred from moving. From trying. From hurting.

Because as much as Jayden knows Peter figured that he wouldn’t take this lying down, he doesn’t doubt that he also has no worries about what he’s doing or WHO is around. But that’s fine. Jayden is used to being underestimated... this time, it may actually work in his favor. { ☆ }