#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake and Launchpad 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Launchpad’s cheeks are flushed, deep blue hues gazing lovingly & admiringly at Drake. He’s just watching them putting Gosalyn to sleep, smile growing fonder & warmer at the sight of the other male’s own smile. “God, you’re so gorgeous. I love seeing you smile like that. One of the best smiles the world has to offer.”

- ✩ { @gamblealife } ✩

{ ☆ } It takes Drake a moment to realize that Launchpad is looking at him, thoughts engrossed by how peaceful Gosalyn looks sleeping… and how utterly relieved he is that he made it through another day of caring for her. While he always hoped for a family ever since he was a duckling, he never imagined that it’d come to be like this. A treacherous and emotional journey reminiscent of something he’d see on a screen rather than experience. Then again, he never expected to become an actual hero… or to be the downfall of HIS.

Never expected to meet someone as incredible as Launchpad to support him through it either… Yet here he is.

And Drake finds himself meeting that lovestruck gaze with his own, face flushing with a start as he tenses at the realization. Feathers fluffing, body stiffens as his husband speaks in that magnificent way he does. Open and honest, even while what he says sounds far too good to be true. But Launchpad seems to believe it… and that makes Drake want to as well.

Lightly laughing— more like a giggle, although he’d never admit it —Drake snickers into a closed fist, shoulders shaking with mirth mingling in his voice,  ❝  Well, as much as I want to believe ya…  ❞  Eyes opening, lavender hues sparkle as he strolls toward his partner. Walking his fingers up the larger man’s chest, he tilts his head and purrs,  ❝  I have to disagree… because I’m looking at the best smile the world has to offer.  ❞  { ☆ }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Morgana Macawber. That name would forever be burned in the pilot's memory. He's seen the fleeting glances, not particularly the way Drake saw her, but he's definitely taken notice of the way SHE looked at him. Which explains the current insecure feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "Hey, uh, Drake, you got a minute?" Fingers toy with each other, gaze glancing off to a random spot on the floor. "Just outta curiosity, do you still love me?" ( Meme called for a jelly LP, kay? :'D )

- ✩ { @gamblealife​​ } ✩

✩ { Meme } ✩

{ ☆ } It had been a real flash from the past seeing Morgana... One that had turned Drake into a flustered and bumbling mess. Not from any romantic feelings or intent, but just- more the shock of seeing the woman again. Of hearing a voice that used to make his knees buckle from awe rather than nerves. Seeing glances that would make his heart race and his mouth dry, but now just caused his brow to sweat and a entice desire for the world to open up and swallow him whole. He was being ridiculous. He knows this. There was no reason to be so... awkward.

It’s not as if Morg was carrying any lingering feelings towards him, after all. Thinking anything different would just be flattering himself. While Drake might never pass up a chance to toot his own horn, even HE knows that more often than not- he’s just blowing smoke. Morgana is a tall, shapely, intelligent and literally magical woman... a knock-out like that wouldn’t have trouble getting any person she wanted. When they decided to separate— passions and dreams taking precedence over their relationship —it had been mutual, bittersweet but... necessary.

At least, he likes to think it was.

Regardless, Drake can’t deny the relief that rushed through him when he and Launchpad were finally on their own, a heavy whoosh of a breath escaping him as he rests a hand over his heart. Blinking quizzically, he looks up at LP when he speaks, a soft frown tugging at his beak as he carefully reaches over and takes a larger hand in his own.  ❝  Wha-? Of course I do...  ❞  He states, offering a gentle smile as his other hand moves to hold LP’s. Gazing up at the pilot, cheeks dust with warmth and lavender hues remain riveted on blue,  ❝  I’ll ALWAYS love you, LP. You’re my partner...  ❞  Word is stated with conviction, the word meaning more than either of them could possibly explain. A partner in life, fighting crime, caring for Gos...

Someone who Drake can depend on.

Smile slips into a concerned expression, hands giving LP’s a small squeeze as he inquires,  ❝  Why the sudden question? This... doesn’t have anything to do with running into Morg, does it?  ❞  Swallowing thickly, feathers ruffle and gaze darts to the side as cheeks flood with further warmth, a vibrant pink as he stammers,  ❝  I-I know I was kinda... weird back there, but- but it didn’t mean anything. I was just- It was just- WEIRD y’know, seeing her again and I felt... weird.  ❞  He finishes lamely with a wince, wondering why all the other words in existence seem to have left his vocabulary. Sighing, shoulders droop slightly as he looks up at LP.

 ❝  But that’s my problem. Not your’s... and it has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I promise.  ❞  { ☆ }