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So Webby finds out she shares DNA with Scrooge and he's immediately 'Dad' but Huey, Dewey and Louie never once get to call the man who raised them, who defied physics and death to be with them and is the twin of their mother 'Dad',despite Frank and the crew saying time and time again that Donald IS their father
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DT Ficlet: The Word
Donald slid his head through the cracked open door to his three three-year-olds room to check on them before he went to bed. He heard a wimper and a muffled word so he slid over to the bed. Another wimper came from the left side of the bed. Louie. Donald lowered himself onto the big matress and leaned forward to check on him. He was squeezing his green blanky in a tiny fist. His feet kicked and his eyes were screwed tightly shut. "SHTOP! SHTOP! I WANNA GO HOME!" He cried. Donald pinched his beak gently, he had to keep the others asleep. He gently shook a shoulder. "Louie, hey Louie. Wake up. It's just a dream, Lou." Louie relaxed and slowly opened his eyes. Donald let him go as he sat back, ready to ask what was wrong when he was acknowledged. "DADA!" Donald froze with his hands reaching to hug Louie as the word reached his ears. Louie didn't notice and hugged his uncle, blubbering and crying into his shirt. Dewey's foot hit his as he shifted in his sleep, promoting Donald to gather himself enough to remember the need to keep his other boys asleep. "Let's...let's put you back to bed." He rubbed Louie's back to soothe his cries. "Nu-uh!" "Wanna sleep in my hammock?" "Yeah!" "You're lucky I'm too tired for a fight." Gatheting up Banky the Blanket and picking Louie up, he slid off the bed and closed the door. Donald carefully set Louie in his hammock and plucked his own pajamas. He tossed Banky over Louie's head and hurriedly threw his shirt off before Louie'd pulled Banky off. Giggling, Louie peeked around a fluffy corner. Donald threw his hands on his chest in mock horror. "Louie! Give a duck his privacy!" He scooped up his duckling, so he wouldn't tumble out, and tucked them both in bed. Louie was practically asleep already but he grabbed a handful of Donald's pajama shirt in his fist, the other fist clutching his blanky. The hammock swayed with the gentle rolling of the sea, rocking them to sleep. Louie mumbled something unintelligible as he fell asleep. "Sweet dreams." Donald answered, Louie's soft head-down ruffling his beak. ``` Donald awoke with a kick in his shin. He groaned and reached to rub the sore spot but stopped when his hand was blocked by Louie's still sleeping body. He winced. Louie's little fist was still gripping his shirt, but he'd gotten hold of some feathers too and was yanking them. "Shtop! Shtop! I don't wanna! Hewp!" Louie was crying, thrashing around. Donald grabbed his arm to keep him from falling out of the hammock. "Wet me go! Wet me go! Hewp! Dada! Dada!" Dad. 'Dad'. Light. Lots of light. Sharp. Sharp things. Sharp shiny things. Holding on. Holding on or you'll fall. You'll fall and you'll die. Like Dad. Hold on. Don't scream. Hold on. Screaming. Hold on. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Louie shrieked. Donald loosened his fingers, when had they gotten tight?, he let go of Louie's arm, the arm he'd been gripping. Louie was shaking with sobs. He was so tiny and delicate, Donald could've broken his arm just now without much effort. He shrunk back, but he couldn't move in a hammock. Louie was still crying, he needed comfort. But Donald had almost hurt him, he had hurt him, he couldn't be trusted with them. He was no dad. These weren't his kids. Three years in and he was still terrified for them every waking moment. Three years in and he was barely keeping them afloat. Three years in and he was still winging this thing called parenting. But every sob Louie gasped hurt like shards of glass digging into his heart. He had to help. Gently, he brought Louie closer, stroking his soft, soft hair. "It's okay Louie, its okay. Dada's here. Dada will make it go away. Dada will keep you safe." And Louie stopped crying and sighed in relief as he was kissed. "Dada."
DT: Do bodies decompose in space?
"Do bodies decompose in space?" "What?" Huey, startled, looked up from his science paper. Donald blinked. He hadn't realised he'd spoken. "I was just thinking out loud." Donald poured some batter into the waffle iron for 'Breakfast-at-Dinner' dinner. "But it's a good question. Hm. Let me check the JWG." The eight-year-old slid out of the booth and ran to retrieve his precious guide book from his backpack. "Huey, I don't think that'll have the answer-" "Page 163: 'Your Body In Space:' " "I stand corrected." " 'If you happen to journey beyond the planet be sure to stay safe. If you were to leave your spacesuit and ship while in space then you would die very quickly. So don't do it. There is no oxygen in space, so you would have nothing to breath and would quickly suffocate. Interestingly, decomposition would take thousands or even millions of years, that's the length of time in which the dinosaurs lived and died (pg 86). But bones will last almost indefinitely, as we know from fossils (pg 87) You would not, however, freeze straight away, contrary to what many movies show, despite the extremely cold temperatures; heat does not leave the body quickly enough for you to freeze before you suffocate, what a pleasant thought. Of course, if your body happens to fall into a planet, it would be melted from the inside out by the extreme heat of re-entry into the atmosphere, not unlike a meteorite. Be safe astronauts!' That's so cool! I'm gonna add that to my report. I'll get a gold star for sure!" Huey jumped back into his chair and started furiously copying from the JWG. Donald pried the slightly burned waffles out with a fork and laid them on a plate, then pored in the next batch. He focused on the positives from this new information. He didn't have to think of her as bones anymore to avoid any other possibilities. Well, as long as nothing had happened to her spacesuit and if she hadn't sustained any injuries that had cut through the suit, letting air out a- "Why'd you wanna know?" Huey was looking up with his 'I smell a mystery' look. He usually found it. "It's just something I've been wondering about for a long time." "Why?" "Because...well, I guess space is just so big and mysterious. It's always been hard for me to understand it. Why it does what it does. I thought maybe if I knew what would happen to a person in space I might understand it better. But once...I thought of that question I got too scared of the answer. It's a creepy thought, right?" Huey creased his eyebrows and looked at the tabletop. "Yeah. I wanna go to space and discover aliens and planets and new rocks, but I don't want that to happen to me. It's scary." Donald quickly wrapped his oldest nephew in a hug. "It sure is scary. Space is big and cold and empty. But if I ever let you go to space I'll be there so nothing bad will happen to you." "You will?" "Of course! I won't let it hurt you." "And I won't let it hurt you!" "I know, I know. You'd be brave. You'd be very brave." "You'd be too, Unca." "I'll try, but I'm not very brave." "That's okay. I can be brave for you." Donald closed his eyes and hugged Huey closer. "You won't need to. We're staying right here, where we belong. No one's gonna have to be brave. No one. Not while we're together." "That's silly. We've always gotta be brave sometimes." "That's right. You're a real smart boy, you know that Hue?" "I do. I also know that our waffles are burning." "That's okay. I'll take care of that while you call for pizza. Think you know how to do that?" "Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!" He excitedly wiggled out of his uncle's arms and ran into his bedroom. "DEWEY! LOUIE! GUESS WHAT WE'RE HAVING FOR DINNER!?!?! PIZZAAAAAA!!!!!!!" There was joyful, excited screaming from his boys, but all Donald could think was how no one can hear your screams from space.
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@stevenfallsvs because this is a Huey fic and you like those.
Hope you enjoyed this Dadnald and Huey fluff!
I just rewatched Kung Fu Panda 3 (still spectacular, go watch it, it's as good if not better than you remember it) and this line from a father-figure to a biological father stuck out to me as a DT fan: "At first I was scared you were going to take Po away from me. But I realize that having you in Po's life doesn't mean less for me... it means more for Po."
It made me think of Donald and Della. I can really see Don feeling that way, he missed out on her first three months home, if he didn't feel left out I'd say there was a problem. And I'm sure when Della saw just how intune with the boys Donald was she saw all her own failings and felt like she wasn't needed, like she'd broken something precious. But they'd both come to this realization that the boys weren't being taken from either of them, they were simply more to give to the boys. Huey now has a Woodchuck family member who’s closer than the middle of the ocean, Dewey has someone who will always give him the validation he feels he needs, Louie will have someone to double-check his schemes. And on the other side, Huey has someone to back him up whenever he suggests a safer route, Dewey has someone to go to for jamming sessions, Louie has someone to sympathize with when his hard work collapses and he needs someone who knows how it feels. And Della has someone to shoulder the parenting burden, to assure her that it's hard but they're in this together, and Donald can for the first time not have to shoulder that burden alone, can have a fresh perspective he trusts and has the best listener to all his baby stories.
KP3 did an excellent job with the dad's story arc. Didn't let it overshadow anything, but didn't ignore it. Li didn't try to cut Ping out of Po's life, heck he hugged him when they met, and Ping didn't try to keep Po from following Li's How To Panda instructions. They both acknowledged what the other had given/to give to their son, even if at that point in the film they weren't pals. Neither dad seemed to be stepping over any lines and they didn't spend the film annoyingly fighting. They were easily united in their love for their son and that unity literally helped Po save the day, physically, mentally and physically again.
Just, after watching that really well done and sweet relationship grow I'm so excited to see what DT has in store. Being longer than a film I'm sure there'll be more complexities which bring me over the moon with excitement. Just, seeing a relationship pretty much identical to the situation the Duck Twins are in and see it go so smoothly and happily made me very happy, hopeful and hiatus sad.
I get the impression that Donald did tell the boys things about Della while they were growing up. Just not much.
He didn't want the whole "I love blank so much that even to think about them breaks my heart so I'll never ever ever mention them even though their child(ren) whom I am raising have every right to know more then three things about them and not saying anything is purely selfish of me and it's definitely going to come back and bite us in the tails" situation to happen with his boys.
I think he might have been willing to say more, but whenever one of them mentioned her Donald would just look so, so sad. He'd answer them in a few words and after a few minutes he'd go to his room and be back with puffy eyes and he's give them all long, tight hugs. At that point they were all pretty young but seeing Unca Donald that upset scared them. They've gotten used to his anger, that’s just Unca, but sadness? Especially when it's still so fresh for him and they're pretty young and don't really understand emotions yet. So they unanimously decided not to ask about mom unless they have to. And they never really have to, so they don't know much. Donald is secretly relieved about this, it makes hiding the adventures that much easier. Yet as the years go on he's a little sad that they're growing up knowing so little about her. But he's worried she's become a sensitive subject for them so he doesn't ask them if they wanna know more.
But once Season 1 is over and its out in the open they talk about her a lot, and with Scrooge there it makes the stories all the more fun to tell and hear.
Basically, I don't think they knew much about her but not because Donald wouldn't talk about her. I think too highley of both Donald Fauntleroy Duck and the DT Crew to think they’d jump to such a lame and overused clieche.
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DONALD’S INSTINCT IS TO PROTECT HIS BOYS I CAN’T EVEN!!!
BEST. DADA. EVAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I love how Webby is so thoroughly unimpressed by shadows coming to life. Lena taught her well.
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I think I just died from this adorableness!!!
Dewey... Dewey? Dewford, are you okay? Do I need to call the hospital?
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