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remembers i havent written for ducknerva in a while

I ABANDONED THEM...

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trick

fandom: the adventure zone amnesty

characters: duck newton, minerva, mama, barclay, jake cool-ice, [danbrey mention]

warnings: spoilers for amnesty ep.35-36

author’s note: this is the dumbest thing ive written but i needed a break in between assignments and i love this dumb trope so much ok

Mama sees straight through Duck with every stolen glance towards a very amused Minerva speaking with Jake and Barclay. His attention keeps being siphoned away in a quick, curious look towards her - almost drifting for a second away from their conversation. Mama almost smiles to herself. If it hadn’t been his looks, the way he’d insisted that he and Minerva are one-hundred-percent just friends and nothing more gave him away. She’d dealt with the same thing between Aubrey and Dani (or, rather, just Aubrey’s flustered insistence that nope nothing is going on there, to which Dani kind of giggled with a smile that gave the two of them away). 

So she decides to take a small chance and confirm something.

“Hey, Duck?” She says abruptly, and his attention snaps back to him. “Can I ask ya’ somethin’?”

He raises a brow, staring at her. “Uh - yeah, uh, shoot.” 

“What do bees make?”

He stares at her, wary. Was... was this a trick question? “Uh - honey?”

And bright and bold as Minerva herself, she calls out from across the room, “yes?” She rests her arms across her chest, “you called, Wayne Newton?”

Duck starts stammering. Barclay snickers, Mama suppresses a smile, and Jake looks from Minerva to Duck and back to Minerva. 

“Thought so,” Mama finally says, and her smile slips through a little, “thanks for clearin’ that up, Duck.”

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I read ur Minerva/duck fic on ao3 and it’s amazing also mood I too would drop out of college to avoid my chem tests and only think abt duck and Minerva being adorably domestic

OH hello!!! thank u so much!!!

that chem test wasnt nearly as bad as i thought it was going to be! i think the stress of the people around me sorta made me get stressed as a response! but i think abt duck and minerva a lot bc i just want them to be happy n sweet n domestic

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waynerva/minduck/ducknerva prompts are always welcome just sayin-

(also any taz balance + amnesty prompts are welcome, i need an excuse to write more often)

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with every like and reblog i grow stronger

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one of these days im gonna start posting original stuff w my ocs i swear

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surprise

fandom: the adventure zone amnesty

characters: duck newton, minerva

warnings: spoilers for amnesty ep.35-36

author’s note: i ALSO want a sword-

After everything has ended, Duck Newton is almost certain he’s never going to even look at another sword ever again. Beacon was... well, Beacon was Beacon, but Duck’s sword-related escapades began and ended with the little shit, so it only felt appropriate to leave everything behind to be more... normal, he guesses. Do normal people do sword things? Fuck, he’d been running for so long that now he wasn’t even sure what was normal. The point is: he has no intention of even thinking about another sword (shit, fuck, he did it again-) for the rest of his life.

And then Minerva shows up, calling his name with the bold proclamation that she has something extremely important to show him. He barely has enough time to ask what’s up before she’s holding a fucking sword. 

“Shit- fuck - what-” He stammers at first, immediately taking a step back just because it’s a fucking sword in his face, he trusts Minerva completely but a fucking toddler could hold a real sword towards him and he’d immediately panic a little, “what the hell - what did I do?!” 

She blinks at him, the blade now laying in her hands. She fidgets for a moment, almost as if trying to decide what to do at this point, before she looks back at the blade. “I’m-” She starts, before furrowing her brow and changing the topic, “Is this not tradition, Wayne Newton?” 

He looks back at the sword for a moment. “Uh - I mean, unless you’re, uh, like... trying to knight me or something- which, I don’t think you are, but...” He trails off, “swords usually aren’t a thing, I don’t think-”

She presses her lips together, perplexed as she gives the blade another glance. “Then... what is considered “tradition” for this occasion?”

“I-” He starts, “what - Minerva, what occasion?” 

“For-” She pauses for a quick second, searching her brain for a different word, “for marriage, of course!”

“I mean, we usually propose with rings-” And then it hits him. “Wait - Minerva - you-”

She sheathes the blade in a fluid motion, slightly lowering it as she looks back to him. “Wayne Newton, I...” She trails off for just a short pause, “I’ve known you for a very long time, and - and I’ve seen you do great things. I know what you’re capable of, and you’ve made me realize... many things, Wayne Newton. You made me seen the error of my ways and made me want to be better as a result, and - and I’ve watched you change as a person for the better.” She drops eye contact, smiling a little, “and I- on my planet, it is... tradition to forge a sword for the person we love. It’s a strenuous and difficult process, Wayne Newton, but it’s a sign of our devotion and patience - and, over time, I suppose we began to see them as a... proposal, of sorts.” 

For the longest time, Duck stands there in a stunned silence. Every attempt he makes at saying something, at saying anything, comes out in staggered, broken fragments that slip away from him far too quickly. “Wait,” he finally manages after regaining himself, “so - wait - just- you’re proposing to me right now?”

Her laugh is almost soft as she gives him a quick nod. “Of course! I thought it’d be obvious - but perhaps I should have been a little more blunt, Wayne Newton.”

“I - uh - I-” He stammers again, staring at her, “so, wait, you- you want to, uh, you want to marry me?”

“That is the idea, Wayne Newton!” She laughs again, but after a long enough pause with no response, she softens. “Wayne Newton, are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to-”

“Holy shit, yes,” he finally manages.

“Yes?” She repeats, before she brightens back up, “are you accepting?”

“Yeah - I, uh - holy fuck, Minerva-” He takes a breath, “I’m - of fucking course I’m gonna say yes- wait. You made me a sword.” It’s not exactly a question.

Minerva nods nonetheless. “Of course I did!”

“You made me a sword.” He repeats.

“Do - would you rather have something else?” She asks, “perhaps a ring?”

“No - I mean, fuck, a ring would have been dope, but - I don’t know how many guys can brag that they have a fucking sword as an engagement thing.”

When Minerva finally hands the sword to him, it’s lighter than he expected. He barely unsheathes the sword for a second before he’s hit with another thought.

“... Oh shit. I gotta call Jane.”

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sweet

fandom: the adventure zone amnesty

characters: duck newton, minerva

warnings: spoilers for amnesty ep.35-36

author’s note: thank u @jannhskywalker for the top tier ducknerva (waynerva? i dont know anymore man) post that im gonna be thinking about for the next twelve years

“Wayne Newton!” Minerva’s voice sounds from just outside of the door-frame, nearly catching Duck off guard. Her footsteps are heavy as she rushes into the room, “I have to ask you something of extreme importance!” 

He raises a brow at that, “uh - okay. Go, uh - go ahead, honey-”

“That is precisely what I need to ask you about!” She says in a bold proclamation, leaving Duck completely clueless.

He can only stare at first, finally managing a confused “What?” But then it clicks. Almost immediately, he starts to stumble over his words as he grows a bit flustered, “oh - uh, is - is this about me calling you “honey” or - I mean, I can stop that if you want, I, uh, I just-” 

“You do not have to stop, Wayne Newton,” she says, “I understand that this is a term of affection and I thoroughly enjoy it!” She smiles a little at that, and Duck can’t help but to smile too (and, fuck, Minerva always lights up a room with her mere presence, but her smile could rival the damn sun). “I just have to ask the origins of this affectionate title.”

Again, he stares at her, perplexed once more before he remembers that Minerva definitely doesn’t quite know (or, maybe, understand what honey is). “Oh. Uh. Yeah - I, uh, I can explain-” He starts, before clearing his throat, “okay, so, uh, there’s - you, uh, you know about bees, right?” 

“I know about bees, Wayne Newton-” She interjects but stops when he nods, understanding that he’s about to pick up.

And he does, after another pause and internal debate on how to explain this sort of thing. “Well, uh, bees, uh, y’know... they make honey, and, uh-” 

“Yes,” she says, a bit more impatient this time, “but this doesn’t explain why you call me “honey,” Wayne Newton! I asked you because I don’t understand why you continue to compare me to this specific substance.”

Oh. He drops his gaze a bit, and he can feel his face growing warmer as he lowers his voice, almost embarrassed to actually say it aloud. “It’s, uh, I- I, uh, I... I think you’re real sweet.” 

She stares at him wide-eyed for a moment before she smiles again. “Is that it?” She asks, before a pretty little tinge of amusement lights up her voice, “I also think you are quite sweet, Wayne Newton!” 

He can’t fight the smile that crosses his face, and he can’t bring himself to actually look at Minerva in that moment. “Oh. Uh. Shit-” He says, voice quiet, “uh, thanks, Minerva-”

“Of course!” She beams, “it’s the truth, Wayne Newton! You are sweet and you should know that-” She pauses for a half-beat, “are you alright, Wayne Newton?” She asks, “you’re very red right now-”

“I’m fine, Minerva,” he says, still unable to meet her gaze, “I’m, uh, just-” 

“Would it help if I got you some water?” She asks, and for a moment Duck isn’t sure if she doesn’t realize he’s a fucking flustered mess, or if she’s just being blissfully ignorant of the fact for his sake. Either way, he musters up a nod, and Minerva is out of the room in a blur of motion.

And Duck can’t help but smile like a damn idiot.

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jumpstarted

fandom: the adventure zone amnesty

characters: duck newton, minerva

warnings: major spoilers for amnesty (especially episodes 35-36)

author’s note: i love them, ok. i just rly rly love them. also this title isnt even definite, its just the first thing i could think of bc jukebox the ghost owns my life.

When Duck realizes he’s fallen for Minerva, he’s... scared, in the weirdest sense. 

Life begins to feel comfortable, far more comfortable than it had ever felt before. He sits in his apartment. He breathes, he drinks sometimes (and it’s rare, but he does), he watches TV, and he exists. The numbness that came when the dust settles had taken over for a bit. Life is quiet for once. He has fulfilled his destiny, for Christ’s sake - what was he supposed to do now that he had nothing to avoid? Kepler is quiet for once. It’s almost unnerving how quiet the town had become after all this time. After fire and water and war and everything in-between. Yet Minerva is there with him, in the flesh and something about that is soothing to Duck after all this time. Maybe it’s because she’s there. She knows about everything that lead up to this moment, and she understands pretty damn well. 

And things change between them as time goes on. Minerva’s smile and call of “Wayne Newton” with a knowing smile always tugs at the corners of Duck’s lips sometimes. For a second he regrets telling her, but the feeling passes quickly and it’s endearing in the strangest sense. For so long, he’s shoved back his name - the only people who called him Wayne was his mother, and on occasion, Jane when she was giving him a shit-eating grin and a shrill mockery of their mother. But with Minerva, it almost feels natural now. He trusts her, just as he did before. 

Falling in love is... weird, to say the least. When he decides to go to Brazil, he wasn’t sure what to expect from Minerva. But with a smile and her proudest voice, she announces her decision to accompany him there in order to help. And, sure, the window between their return to Kepler and this decision to go to Brazil never lasted long - but... it’s almost as if there’s a small sense of adventure in the decision.

And then Duck realizes that taking Spanish in high school didn’t mean shit in Brazil. But he’s helping. He saw the news about the Amazon, and he decided to help, so he decides he’s definitely going to stick with it. This is helping people. He wants to help people, even if it means he’s going to have to struggle through learning a new language. Minerva stands at his side the entire way, encouraging as always when he needs it most. It’s almost as if she can read him like a book, seeing the moments he begins to falter for even a millisecond and she’s there to support him. 

He didn’t realize it for the longest time, but... with Minerva, he sees himself as who he can become rather than just who he is. He remembers when he saved Billy, their argument, the way she realized who she was becoming, and how she changed. He thinks about the fact that she chose him. He wonders if this is how things were meant to go. Then he realizes he can’t envision anything else happening, like this is the only path there was. To fight and win. To return to Kepler, to come to Brazil, and, if he’s honest, he... he can’t envision this path without Minerva at his side.

That’s when he falls. He didn’t realize it at first - but, then again, who knows for sure when they fall entirely for another person? The thought doesn’t hit him for a while. The comfort between him and Minerva feels a thousand times more something (Duck can’t put his finger on what that something is at first), and yet he’s... strangely scared. 

It’s not like he’s scared in the traditional sense - there’s no way he could be. But... it starts with the strange fluttery feeling that he mistook for nerves. He shrugs it off. He’s in Brazil and doesn’t know the language - of course he’s nervous. That’s normal, isn’t it? He becomes... different. Almost as if he’s become more aware of everything. He notices that Minerva, upon learning how, makes coffee in the mornings and the way she takes hers with two sugars and a little bit of milk on good days, and she takes it black on the days where she seems a bit more stressed (and he knows when she’s stressed - she has this little habit of growing a bit antsy, pacing a bit, drumming her fingers restlessly, and there’s just this way that she holds herself that he’s acutely aware of - and, if all else fails, there’s this little twitch in her brow - or, rather, the paint? - that gives her away completely). 

He doesn’t realize it until he’s mid-sip in his coffee one morning. And he feels fucking stupid - like he’s a damn teenager all over again with the stupid butterfly-feelings that keep nipping at the back of his mind. He’s strangely thankful Beacon isn’t there, because Beacon would have known and never let him live that down. It’s weird. He’s nervous and afraid for the first time in a while. When he and Minerva couldn’t justify going their separate ways, he dismissed it as just being the fact they’d been through so much together. But now he knows, and he’s strangely scared because of it.

He doesn’t tell her at first - that... that didn’t seem Duck Newton-ish, in his eyes. Besides, he knows himself well enough. He knows that, most likely, he’d blurt it out in a rush of words and as a spur of the moment thing. Then he’ll try to assuage those thoughts were just random, and he’s fine, just in case Minerva doesn’t feel anything there past pure, platonic companionship. 

But that actually isn’t what scares him the most. What scares him is the idea that she does harbor feelings for him. It’s silly, isn’t it? He saves the goddamn world and - yes, he was absolutely a little afraid in those moments - the thing that’ll do him in is the fact he’s fallen for Minerva. His feelings are taunting him with this fact. 

Minerva picks up on this - of course she would, Duck thinks, she’s known him this long, she should pick up on something being off. 

“It seems something is wrong, Wayne Newton,” she says, voice eternally holding this little lilt that feels warm and bright and proud, “do you wish to talk about it?” 

He has to bite his tongue for a moment. He looks up at her with an apathetic shrug. Nope. No. Not here, not now, not in this century, not in this goddamn world is he going to say something stupid. “I’m, uh, I’m good, Minerva-”

She’s not convinced, and he knows it. “Are you sure, Wayne Newton?”

Another apathetic shrug, which he follows with an equally disinterested nod. “I’m sure.”

She blinks at him, giving him a quick once-over before she sort-of smiles in that weird, slightly concerned way that people do sometimes. “If you wish to talk, Wayne Newton, do not be afraid to contact me!”

And maybe he will.