can you do 46 with fentonald please? I really like your writing!!!
#46. “Can I kiss you right now?”
Word Count: 472
“Can I kiss you right now?”
Fenton felt like his heart was going to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment and like his face was going to explode by how hot he felt it. First, getting saved by the Avenger and now, being asked that in the aftermath of a fight? With adrenaline and agitation still running through his veins? Fenton prayed for mercy, he couldn’t take more than that.
“I…” He didn’t even know where to put his hands, too nervous to make a simple decision like that, more so to respond to the question. The Avenger didn’t move a single bit, his hands secured in his waist and his face pretty close to his, he was waiting patiently for his answer and that only made Fenton blush harder than before. “S-sorry, I-I’m already seeing someone and I-.” He didn’t finish the sentence but the answer was there anyway. Thoughts of Donald making themselves a big presence in the back of his mind.
Fenton didn’t know what to think when, at first, the Avenger looked like he just realized something, just to look pretty happy and smug after. “Of course your pretty face is already taken.” He said, letting go slowly of him, Fenton used the wall behind him for support instead, trying not to melt in the spot. The Avenger winked –winked– at him. “Try not to get in more trouble, ok?” And with that, he jumped out of the window.
Fenton ran to the window, worried, but that went away when he saw the Avenger flying away on his mobile. He sighed in relief, but he was left wondering and with his mind running wild. He didn’t know why or how, but the Avenger presence in front of him felt almost familiar like it wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing to him. That was impossible, of course. He had never encountered the Avenger face to face before.
Nevertheless, those hands on his waist and that look on those eyes, why did he feel like he had felt and seen them before?
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“You seem pleased.”
Donald frowned immediately, trying to uselessly hide the fact that he had been smiling for fifteen minutes straight. “Uno, I’m not.”
“Right.”
He sounded like he didn’t believe him but Uno didn’t press the issue for the moment and Donald was grateful for that. However, he couldn’t stop thinking about Fenton choosing Donald over the Avenger. Donald, the average duck, against The Avenger, Duckburg’s vigilante and Fenton’s Idol. Sue him, but he was feeling extremely giddy about it.
Uno scoffed into the transmission. “You’re smiling again.”
Too much for not pressing the issue.
“Please have mercy.”
“I can’t believe you forgot you were being the Avenger there and tried to kiss your boyfriend, of all things.”
“Uno!”
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summary: Louie found a new indie video game made by an unknown developer inspired by their favorite superheroes! Hurray! Only problem? The last level seems impossible to complete. Could anyone in the mansion do it? Also, obviously the Duck Avenger is the best character to play with, right? No, Gizmoduck! No, Darkwing Duck! ...Huh, better ask Uncle Donald.
word count: 1994
n/a: inspired by this wonderful piece by @neon-shesh. april, may and june’s designs inspired by @avespecora, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing.
“Oh, come on! Not again!”
“Umm, Louie, what are you doing?”
Huey looked at Louie, sprawled on the floor dramatically, holding his phone like had betrayed him. Louie just looked at him with this indecipherable expression and then showed him his phone. A pretty high score was glowing in the screen and the words of two options: ‘try again!’ and ‘game over’. It showed too, the international high scores. The colors looked cool and the little animation too, Huey murmured appreciatively.
Huey sat beside him. “But you have a really high score, and into the internationals too, Louie! Why are you so frustrated? What is the game about?”
Louie sighed and got up like it was a trouble for him to do that but he smiled anyway, happy to ramble about his new discovery. “A person on the internet developed this new indie game with superheroes from real life! They have the Duck Avenger even when he’s retired. You can choose between Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and the Duck Avenger. I chose the Duck Avenger, of course, he’s the most badass.”
“I would like to argue that. Duck Avenger was the most badass, he retired, he’s no more. Gizmoduck, however, it’s a new superhero and he has so much-.”
Louie interrupted him immediately. “Yeah, yeah. I will fight you on that later because that doesn’t change the fact that the Duck Avenger is the most badass. Anyways, the game is pretty simple. But I can’t past the last level no matter how much I try. It’s stupid, I’m thinking it’s rigged.”
“Maybe the character is not the one adequate for the level?”
“That’s ridiculous, they’re all supposed to pass the levels.”
“Well, only one way to find out. Come on, let me try it with Gizmoduck.”
Louie passed the phone to him and Huey tried it. It was, like Louie said, an actually simple game. Like some Mario Bros game. But the animation was actually pretty cool and fluid and the levels were even more interesting. Until he got to the last level, and he lost. Multiple times.
“This doesn’t make sense! I have changed every little thing that went wrong went I played and none of them work?”
“I told you! It’s rigged!”
Dewey entered the living room and looked at his brothers being a little too mad at a simple phone. “Guys, what are you doing?”
“We are playing this game and none of us can pass it.”
“Oh, can I see? Mmm. I will choose Darkwing.”
“So, Launchpad made you like it, huh?”
“Shut up. Pass the game.”
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“WHY THE HELL I CAN NOT PASS IT?”
“WE KNOW!”
“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”
“Boys, whatcha doing?”
“WEBBY, TRY THIS!”
“Oh, ok. HEY, IS THAT THE DUCK AVENGER? I WILL CHOOSE HIM!”
Louie just smiled proudly. “Good choice, little sister. Good choice.” Huey and Dewey just rolled their eyes.
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“WAIT, WHY I CAN NOT PASS IT?”
“UGH, COME ON, NOT EVEN WEBBY?!”
“THE GAME IT’S RIGGED, I TOLD YOU!”
“Maybe the developer made a mistake?” Huey took his book out of his hat and looked out for the page on developing independents video games.
Louie and Dewey rolled his eyes. “Not everything can be in that book, Huey.”
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“Even Uncle Scrooge tried, and he lost too. Well, he didn’t like to play, kept saying that’s it was a ridiculously simple game and he shouldn’t lose his time. But when he kept losing he almost threw my phone like it personally offended him. No good.”
“Cousin Fethry tried too, but well, he didn’t really understand the game either. He thought it was cool though.”
“Well, atI least I’m glad they all have great taste. They all chose Duck Avenger.”
“Yeah but, boys, we have not found a way to win. Granny didn’t want to even try it though.”
“Launchpad tried too, he lost with Darkwing and he was actually good at playing it.”
“Maybe we could ask Uncle Gladstone? I mean, if someone it’s able to win, it’s him, right?”
All the kids looked at each other and then nodded. All of them went to look for Gladstone.
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“Do you think anyone is going to ever catch up that you fucked up that last level on purpose so no one can find the secret passage, April?” May asked, making her basketball’s ball turn around in her finger while resting on her bed.
“I didn’t do it on purpose, I don’t know why no one is finding the secret passage in the last level!”
“Well, you should fix it, dear sister. Like me and this little buddy. Right, little buddy?” June cheerfully said from her place in her own bed. She was trying to fix a little robot she was making.
“I. Am. Trying. To. Fix. It! You’re not helping!” April declared, furiously typing on her computer.
May and June just rolled their eyes and shrugged, continuing to do their own thing.
“Girls, let’s go! April, to your programming classes! May, to your basketball practice! June, you volunteered to that activity in the park!”
“Yes, aunt Daisy!” May and June responded and went to look for her things. April made a frustrated noise and started to write even faster. “UGH, WAIT, JUST A LITTLE. I STILL NEED TO SEND THE UPDATE.”
“I’M NOT WAITING. APRIL!”
“UGH, OKAY.” April ended giving up, taking his things frustrated, putting her laptop in her bag. Well, she could just apologize to the gamer community later and post the update, she supposed.
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“Sorry, little beans. Guess video games are not my thing, not even for my luck.” Gladstone did seem weirded out by the result too. He didn’t lose the game but for a really weird reason his character (the Duck Avenger, Louie was glad most of his family had such great taste) got stuck in a weird way, he didn’t lose like everybody else, he wasn’t killed even once but his character kept moving and moving without another obstacle on the way but the way didn’t end for minutes. Until they themselves stopped the game. It was like the game couldn’t let him lose but it couldn’t let him win either. It was actually ridiculous.
Louie raised a brow and looked Huey and they both nodded. They were thinking the same thing. “In a way, Uncle Gladstone didn’t lose, he’s actually the only one that didn’t lose, and he never died in the game,” Huey concluded.
“The game is rigged, it’s impossible Uncle Gladstone had not won.” Louie ended saying.
Gladstone seemed to consider it too and then he smiled. “Have you asked Don to play it?”
“Do you think the most unlucky duck in the world can win this game?” It wasn’t like Dewey wanted to underappreciate his Uncle Donald but it was just. Good luck vs. Bad luck, you know.
Gladstone shrugged, an easy smile on his face. “Why not try it? Don holds a lot of surprises.” Also, he is going to flip out if he sees someone has done a game of PK, he deserves a little pleasure once in a while, he thought. “Good luck, kids!”
The kids looked at Gladstone going away to whatever business he had. Well, that only left them with an option.
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“Kids, I’m kinda busy.” He was still repairing the boat, he didn’t know why the thing could just hold it together. All the kids made puppy faces. Donald sighed, it wasn’t fair. “Ok, ok. Give me that. Wait, is that the Duck Avenger?” He seemed to blush but Webby wasn’t so sure.
For a reason unknown to Webby, it was like that simple phrase lighted up something between the boys that she had not seen before. She blinked confused, the air smelled like competition out of nowhere. She looked at Donald and made a simple question. “Who are you going to choose to play, Uncle Donald?”
It seemed like the wrong question when the boys’ aura of competitiveness grew even more. Louie was the first one to attack, trying to be smooth about it. “It is incredible that the Duck Avenger is in a video game and he deserves it because he is super badass, you should choose him, Uncle Donald.”
Huey jumped next, his spirit wasn’t going to submit to the younger and more spoiled brother. “But Gizmoduck is a promising young hero! He has so much room to grow, and he is super smart and heroic and-!”
Dewey, not about to be left behind, jumped too, interrupting his older brother, determined to make his Uncle choose his hero. “But Darkwing Duck is amazing too, he is a great detective and does some pretty sick moves! You should choose him, Uncle Donald!”
Donald tried to calm them down. “Wow, wow. Calm down, boys. Let’s see.” Donald looked at the screen and then nodded. “Ok, I’m choosing Gizmoduck.”
Huey made a pleased cry, his fist in the air. Dewey and Louie looked at him, feeling betrayed. “But Uncle Donald!”
“Well, Huey is right, Gizmoduck is a promising young hero. Darkwing Duck is from another city and he has more experience, and Duck Avenger is retired, so. Anyways, this is just a game, it really doesn’t matter who I choose.”
“Ha! In your faces!” Huey jumped, happily, the winner of the unsaid competition. Dewey and Louie groaned.
“Huey,” Donald warned.
“Sorry, Uncle Donald…”
Webby tried to regain the attention to their actual issue. “Well, let’s play, Uncle Donald!”
Donald lost more times than any other person they asked for, the kids were about to give up until, eventually, he screamed ‘It says this is the last level!’, the kids jumped and hovered around him to see the screen. It was, in fact, the last level. They all felt dread over their bodies. Even Donald was starting to tense over this simple game. He started the level and the kids even felt like they couldn’t breathe. For now, it was going well. He avoided the obstacles even when the kids distracted him with their shouts of ‘be careful!’, ‘no, to the left!’, ‘uuuuugh’ and ‘jump, no, run, no, just walk!’. He was almost getting to the same point that Uncle Gladstone was. He only needed to make a simple jump and not fall into the hole. Simple enough.
He fell. The kids’ spirits fell too. Nobody had ever felt into that hole, it was an easy jump.
“NO!”
“UNCLE DONALD, HOW? WHY DID YOU LOSE LIKE THIS?”
“WHY? WHY? IT WAS A SIMPLE JUMP!”
“UGH, SO CLOOOOOSE.”
“Um, kids, I fell into a secret room.”
All the kids stopped their wailing, confused and asked at the same time. “Secret room?”
In fact, there was a secret room. The kids started to shout again, happy and almost hysterical. Donald kept moving his character until he got to a door. It read ‘FINAL BOSS’. They all gulped. Donald made the character enter the doctor without much thought.
Donald did give the final boss, Negaduck, a fight. It was sad that he lost, anyways.
Donald sighed, mad at himself, feeling the dread of the disappoint he probably left in the kids. “I’m sorry I didn’t win your game, kids. I-”
The kids couldn’t care less, they all hugged him. Donald returned the hug, greatly surprised but confused nonetheless.
Huey was the first one to talk. “Are you kidding? You were the only one that found the secret room, Uncle Donald!”
“Yeah, that was pretty cool!” Dewey followed.
“Especially since not even Uncle Gladstone could. I mean, he didn’t lose, but he didn’t win either. It was weird.”
Donald was even more confused now. “Not even Gladstone?”
Webby smiled and reassured him. “Not even Gladstone. You’re the best, Uncle Donald!”
Donald smiled harder and hugged them harder. The kids just laughed, happily, hugging him in return. Who knew that what they actually needed was some little of bad luck?
summary: In which New Chief Cabrera is a little worried about Duckburg’s most beloved avenger.
word count: 1156
n/a: fly-by-the-seats-of-my-pants writing.
It wasn’t the first time that officer Cabrera met face-to-face with the Duck Avenger, but it was the first time since the day she became Chief. Their actual first meeting came to her mind, shots exchange in the middle of thug war, she almost fell prey to the panic when her partner was shot and lost consciousness and her own shoulder didn’t work as good. The Duck Avenger broke in the scene like a miracle. That day she discovered she actually had the permission to cry while on duty. In looked somewhat like the scene in front of her now, the only difference was that none of her subordinates was hurt, thanks to the Duck Avenger, something that she wholeheartedly appreciated. But there was this feeling about him since the day she met him that was worrying her, and she needed to confirm it.
She walked up to him before he could hop into his mobile and disappear as always, it was now or never. “Avenger.” She greeted, hand up to salute him.
“The new Chief, I assume.” The Avenger took the cue and shook her hand. He seemed to exude confidence. Cabrera wondered how much of that confidence was real and how much was just braveness against the fear. Either way, he looked tired, victorious but tired.
“I think I never thanked you, for saving my life a year ago, you probably don’t remember me.”
“I…actually do.” Cabrera looked at him surprised, the Avenger looked embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck, and he didn’t look at her face. “It’s weird to think that someone I saved is now Chief and not just an officer. Guess functioning adults work like that, right, um, Chief Cabrera?”
Oh. Functioning adults. So, she was right after all. This man was young, way too young. Cabrera smiled, a motherly feeling encompassing her to relieve him and worry about him. “Well, I’m glad. I’m actually wanted to thank you as the Chief, in the name of the whole station, for all the services you give to the city. This city wouldn’t be so safe without you, I gotta admit that much. We’re all glad to have you.”
The Avenger flustered under the compliment. An easy guy, this one. “I’m honored, Mrs. Cabrera. Well, I’m always up to offer my help to my city.” He smiled but when she saw him almost yawning, the serious expression came back full force. That put on an idea in her mind, fueled by the new discovery.
“That actually gets me to something that I wanted to ask you about, a favor if you may.”
The smile came back. “Well, if the police need my help.”
“Good, good. Then would you rest for a while? Please.”
He stopped smiling, confused expression set on his face. “What?”
“That I think you should put that mask down for a while, be a normal civilian and rest.” He started to look at her in rage. Understandable. She should have explained better, she definitely could have phrased that better. Ugh.
“You want me to stop being the Avenger?” He sounded low, much more menacing than a man this young have the right to sound. The good thing here, Chief Cabrera was familiarized to deal with tough guys that sounded even more threatening and that were actually ten times bigger than her. So, she stood her ground and explained.
“No, God, no. Who knows what is gonna happen to this city if one of its moral pillars disappears? What I mean is, I have seen records of you around the city, almost at all hours. I know you have a civilian identity, everybody that has even glance at a comic book knows –and I have a son that does more than just glance at them so I end too–, but when do you rest? That’s the only thing I ask for you. Besides, kids need to rest.”
The Avenger pouted. “I’m an adult.” Like pouting could make that statement less funny.
Officer Cabrera let out a good-hearted laugh. “I know, but you’re definitely younger than me and that, for me, means you’re a kid.”
“Wait, how old are you? You look so young.” A pleased smile broke through her face.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she replied, teasing, the Avenger smiled smugly in response but ended giggling. Chief Cabrera took that as her opportunity to try to convince him.
“Look, I’m glad there’s someone out there that even the police can count with but you know? With that mask up or down, I believe you’re still a civilian. It’s my duty, the police’s duty, to protect you too, even if you’re an avenger or a hero or whatever.” And Officer Cabrera didn’t beg, she never did before but she felt like doing it now. A young man like this, doing an even harder work that any adult did out there, she couldn’t stand it. He should have a normal life, they were the police for fuck’s sake, not him. She put that thought for later, now it was about this duck. “Kid, put that mask down at least for tonight and rest, I can handle the city while you’re at it. I promise you it’s gonna be there when you wake up.”
The Duck Avenger seemed thoughtful, he ended sighing and looking at her in a weird but kind of familiar grieving way. It looked like her when her boss told her to rest. She promised to say sorry to her when she met her again. “I’m not as much of a civilian as I would like, and I’m not that ti-.”
“I’m the mother of a college kid and the mother of a whole group of police officers at this point.” She interrupted, that made the Avenger laugh, Gloria took that as a good sign. And tried not to think too hard about the civilian thing. “I have seen some pretty tired eyes around my house and my job, I would recognize them everywhere at this point. What you need are some vacations, but if you are like I think you are, you’re not going to take them even if you actively wanted them. So, at least, for tonight, promise me you will have a good damn rest of sleep.”
“What’s up if I don’t do it? If there’s an emergency? If-?”
“Then you’ll have to trust me a little bit, ok? I promise you too that if I can’t handle it, I will break in into Angus’s news section and call for your help.” She earned another laugh. “But until then, what will you do?”
“Rest?” He asked, feigning innocence. Officer Cabrera raised a brow, unimpressed. The Avenger laughed this time nervously but seemed to relent. “I promise I will rest. Just for tonight.”
Cabrera smiled instantly, that motherly feeling growing on set. Feeling accomplishment over this. “I knew Duckburg’s hero was a smart guy.”
I have been trying to write for my own projects and for requests but I’m having a nasty writing block rn, so im trying to fix it with some good old ‘dont think too much’ therapy i guess lmao hope you liked this anyway, i felt it kind of weird but i guess its not that bad.
