#fenton x gyro

[shadowslab]

Fenro magma with @azure-shuttle 🤓☝

[fenroweek2024]

Welcome to Fenro Week 2024!

Sorry I’m a little late with the prompts!

Like last year we have 2-3 prompts per day, so you can choose which prompt you want to use, or if you want to do them all! The days are spaced out to happen every other day, to give you more time to get each one done! This event will go from September 26th-October 8th.

Day 1 (Sept. 26th)- Experiments/Nerd Flirting

Day 2 (Sept. 28th)- First Date/Growing Old/University Days

Day 3 (Sept. 30th)- Hispanic Heritage Month/Latin Culture Appreciation

Day 4 (Oct. 2nd)- Meme/Musical

Day 5 (Oct. 4th)- Superhero/Rival

Day 6 (Oct. 6th)- The Little Things/The Lab at Night

Day 7 (Oct. 8th)- Halloween/AU/Free Day

Entries will be reblogged here, and don't worry if you're late! Tag it at #fenro week or #fenro week 2024 so we can find your post!

If you have any questions, let us know! :D

[unhollowkid]

Some Fenton and Gyro -Ducktales 2017-

AND SOME FENRO TOO!! UwU

Fenton tries on Gyro's green jacket and says: "How do i look Gyro?"

Gyro who hasn't slept at all, respond: "With your eyes"

UwU

[lilmissrandom4607]

Triplets for a polyship of mine✨ Gyro, Mark and Fenton

Additional ship kids, their first set of twins

[nightmare-knight]

Vegapunk O2 Gyro (Evil) and Vegapunk 06 Fenton (Violence)

Gyro es la maldad y Fenton la violencia, pero ¿Quién es Vegapunk?

[genericswordsmaiden]

After much reflection, it would seem I have a type of favourite character, after all, and that type is SAD TRAUMATIZED GAY BLONDES

[rommaru]

My crack shipper heart has spoken, so for your consideration:

Fenton and Gyro are invited to collaborate with S.H.U.S.H. under Dr. Sara Bellum at St. Canard. This is not the first time Sara and Gyro have worked together and they actually get along as they share a similar cynical way to make science (except that Sara is worse). They are not close friends but they are great as teammates, so Fenton has to deal with two mad scientists now.

After a long day of work, Gyro invites them both to dinner but Sara rejects the invitation as she planned a date with her partner. A motorcycle stops near by drove by the one and only Gandra Dee who saludates from the distance before an affective Sara runs to her.

Gyro and Fenton remain on the sidewalk until the girlfriends disappear feeling weird. It's a small world.

[yandere-toons]

That one one-shot with reader dealing with platonic yandere Gyro and Fenton had me thinking again:

I had to do it

Gyro and Fenton share a laugh after mind-wiping the entire C-suite of McDuck Enterprises.

Meanwhile, the reader wonders why they can't remember what they had for breakfast that morning.

[writebackatya]

I got a question for all the DT17 fans that have been here since the beginning

Has anyone in this fandom ever dared to ship both Gandra Dee and Gyro Gearloose together? (would it be called Gyra? Or Ganro?)

I was just thinking about the poly ship Gyfendra (Gyro x Fenton x Gandra) and that got me wondering, that’s all

Like I highly doubt it cause I’ve come across old posts/fics in the fandom and know that Fenro and Fendra shippers did NOT get along, but still. All it takes is one person who sees something that rest of us don’t see to make it happen. Was that one fan shunned from the rest of fandom?

[bostonharbor]

In all of my weeks in the Ducktales fandom, I’ve noticed everyone is shipping everyone with Fenton. Why? We have Gyro X Fenton, Beaks X Fenton, Drake X Fenton and more and why?? What about him makes him so shippable does he just give off gay vibes or what?? Is he too attractive to not ship, and if so how is he even attractive?? My aroace ass is so confused somebody help

[shadowslab]

Ahh, autumn, my favorite season🍁🍂

Some flirty Fenton for u guys💜

[fenroweek2024]

Welcome to Fenro Week 2023!!

Like last year we have 2-3 prompts per day, so you can choose which prompt you want to use, or if you want to do them all! The days are spaced out to happen every other day, to give you more time to get each one done! This event will go from September 25th-October 7th.

Day 1 (September 25th)- Work / Invention / Famous

Day 2 (September 27th)- Family, Healing / Beginnings, Future

Day 3 (September 29th)- Favorite Activity / Best Canon Interaction

Day 4 (October 1st)- Height Difference / Personality Difference

Day 5 (October 3rd)- Hispanic Heritage Month/Culture🇨🇺

Day 6 (October 5th)- Domestic / Proposal, Wedding / Separated

Day 7 (October 7th)- Halloween / AU / Free Day

Entries will be reblogged here, and don't worry if you're late! Tag it at #fenro week or #fenro week 2023 so we can find your post!

If you have any questions, let us know! :D

[unhollowkid]

some fenro :3

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: Turnabout Union (DuckTales 2017 x Ace Attorney)

Inspired by THIS post by @ravenconspiracy and @georgiarose

READ NOW ON AO3!

“Ah, Mr. Crackwright,” said the secretary, tapping away at her dated computer. “They have you in Courtroom No. 4 today. I’ll call a bailiff to escort you.”

The lawyer in the blue suit nodded. “Thank you.” It suddenly dawned on ace attorney Fenton Crackwright how much this felt like the first time, despite it being the hundredth time.

Opening the door to Defendant Lobby No. 4, he saw the first defendant he ever saved, a poor unlucky sap by the name of Drake Butz.

Fenton straightened his magenta tie and waved, “Good morning, Drake,” he said in a warming voice.

His client was slumped over the firm leather sofa, head in his lap, hands gripping his shaggy hair. “What good is it, really? She isn’t here, and once again, I’m the guy they pin it on.”

Fenton shook his head and walked over to his lifelong friend. “It doesn’t help when you have a history of breaking and entering, however noble it is.” He held his hand out.

“You know he’s gonna bring that up, first chance he gets!” Drake whined, taking Fenton’s hand and letting the attorney hoist him to his feet.

“I’ve handled Donald Payne before,” said Fenton, brushing down the wrinkles in Drake’s purple jacket. “There’s not a claim he can make that the Court Record can’t refute.”

“Or that you can’t bluff your way out of,” Drake pointed out.

Fenton brushed his long hair back with a nervous chuckle. “Or that.”

He never intended saving his case at the last second and bluffing on everything to be his signature strategy, but Fenton Crackwright’s cases required the kind of tenacity and perseverance that only he was capable of.

Fenton set a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “You know I believe in you to the end.”

Drake straightened up and smiled. “Thanks, Fen.”

Fenton backed away from Drake as his attention wandered around the room. The mahogany furniture, plain walls decorated with stuffy landscapes, and two bailiffs standing at attention carried an aura of importance. This place could make or break a person, entirely at the hands of two lawyers passionately presenting their facts to sway the judge. 

“You know,” Fenton remarked, “I can’t help feeling some semblance of deja vu. It’s been such a long road to get here, with hurdles and detours, and grueling battles. Every murder is horrific, but somehow a murder case involving you almost feels normal.” Fenton turned around and flashed a nervous smile. “I hope you don’t think I’m minimizing your case.”

Drake shrugged. “I know my reputation precedes me. ‘When something smells’ and all that.”

“If you feel this is normal, Crackwright, I would suggest rising from your laurels.”

Fenton startled, sensing a ghost in the courthouse with a voice he hadn’t heard in months. He turned toward the lobby entrance and took a step back, eyes widening at the sight of what might as well have been a ghost. A tall lanky rooster in a magenta suit with a frilly cravat hanging from his neck walked gingerly inside, hands behind his back. His cold, tired face carried years its owner had not earned in the tradition of time, but had been burdened with through unfortunate circumstances.

“Fenton,” greeted Gyro Edgeloose.

Fenton cleared his throat, words sputtering in his bill. “Gyro! Y-you’re back!”

Drake’s bill dropped open. “Edgey?! Well, whaddaya know, the gang’s back together!”

“Wh-when did you get back into town?” said Fenton to his long-time rival.

The demon attorney looked away. “Last week.”

Fenton was knocked off his feet from shock. “And you never thought to tell me? Tell any of us?”

“I’m surprised Detective Launchpad didn’t shout it from the precinct steps,” Gyro remarked.

Fenton jumped up. “…you told Detective Launchpad first?!” His feet pulled him closer to Gyro as the words poured out of him. “Y-you disappeared for months! I could barely sleep most nights wondering if Edgeloose might turn up tomorrow!”

Drake shook his head and sat back at the bench. “I feel like I’m watching one of your mamá’s soap operas, Fentonino.”

 Gyro crossed his arms and looked away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, but you had no need to worry so rashly. I was merely undertaking some self-discovery.”

“That’s not what someone says after they disappeared without a trace,” said Fenton, slipping into his pressing voice.

Gyro rolled his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. Have you learned nothing since I’ve been gone?”

Fenton was tiring of this. “I would sooner ask you the same question! What self-discovery journey leaves you just as closed off as before?”

“And you are still as emotional and distracted as before!” Gyro exclaimed, “We’re on opposite sides of the law, Crackwright! We have to face each other in five minutes time!”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t still care about you!” yelled Fenton, pointer finger outstretched. “Why can’t you open up to me?!”

The world flashed negative for a split second then all Fenton saw was the rooster, his enemy turned fellow truth seeker that abandoned him. Fenton knew what was coming next. The warmth of the jewel around his neck told him so. It just never failed to catch him off guard, at his most vulnerable. The chains only he could see whipped past him and wrapped around Gyro. Fenton steeled himself as the last piece of the puzzle slammed into place.

The Psyche-Lock he had yet to crack. That was why.

Fenton rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You frustrate me, Gyro. We’ve known each other forever…we put the people behind both our demons behind bars…and yet you still remain closed off to me.”

Gyro rubbed his arm, looking away. “Then why don’t you? Get it over with and break me down like I know you want to?”

Fenton paused. He had never been more sure of what he needed to say than this moment. “Because I don’t have the evidence I need right now. In court and in life, it’s all we have to change minds. But I swear to you that whether you want it or not, I’ll be there for you. We’ll meet in these walls and outside until I have what I need to truly understand you. However long it takes.”

The air between the two lawyers hung there for a moment. Fenton much preferred this over flying by his seat in the courtroom. He didn’t need to grasp at straws, didn’t need to flounder above water to maintain his case. Here, with Gyro, the pressure was off and they could just be.

“You helped me find the truth,” Fenton said, “You can’t go through life alone anymore.”

Gyro adjusted his stance with a long, wet sigh. “Once again, you’ve saddled me with unnecessary feelings…feelings that I can’t deny or admit I dislike. Feelings that are against all I’ve been taught to believe. The truth isn’t human like we are.”

Fenton smiled and closed the gap dividing them. “That’s what’s beautiful about it, about us. Truth changes us.”

“You may be right, Fenton,” said Gyro, “How did you grow so much unlike me?”

“You rubbed off on me, Gyro,” said Fenton. “You changed me. Maybe I can return the favor someday.”

“Defendant!” 

The wood of the defendant lobby returned to view. Both lawyers blinked and turn to the source of the voice. 

“Court is about to begin,” barked the bailiff. “Please make your way inside the courtroom.”

Returning their gaze to each other, they realized how close their beaks were from meeting with a start. Fenton stepped backward with a nervous chuckle.

“Think about it, Gyro. It can start as simple as you’d like. With burgers, even.”

Gyro chuckled despite himself and returned the smile that continually served to humanize him. “I will consider your offer.” With that, the prosecutor took his leave.

“Good luck, Gyro!” Fenton called. “But not too much.”

Gyro chuckled as he opened the door. “Same to you.”

+++

“All rise!” echoed the bailiff’s voice. All voices quieted down and each member in attendance rose to their feet. “The Honorable Judge Scrooge McDuck presiding!”

A duck with sideburns emerged from a door placed high above the courtroom floor. The only sound bouncing around the hallowed walls was his footsteps, hidden by his flowing black robe. He took his seat and took hold of his gavel.

“Thank ye,” he said, “Be seated, everyone.” With the crack of his gavel, all in attendance returned to their seat, except for the two lawyers placed at either side of the foot of the judge’s pedestal

“Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Drake Butz,” said the judge. “Mr. Edgeloose, I understand you were brought in at the last minute to replace Mr. Payne. Are you ready for what’s to come?”

Gyro cleared his throat and addressed the judge. “Nonetheless, I am happy to be back, and you can rest assured…” He looked toward Fenton, features hardened with determination. “The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.”

That look told Fenton everything he wanted and needed to know. His new adventure with his former rival was now under way, and he was prepared to face whatever it would bring. As long as Gyro Edgeloose was by his side, the path to truth was always clear.

“Very well,” said the judge. “Are you prepared, Mr. Crackwright?”

Fenton nodded. “The defense is ready, Your Honor.”