#hes still gonna eat her out bc he's a munch and his girl deserves it

[onlyjaeyun]

im gonna make hoon make up for his shitty behavior SO good y'all arent ready 😫😫

[idk-my-aesthetic]

so im working on a duck tales fic and this is the first part of the first chapter this is going to be so long help but im just posting it bc i can ig lol so if you wanna read it you can,,,, also for reference theirs a few time jumps and donald is trans so if ages and pronouns don’t make sense thats why

Chapter 1- Donald

Donald huffed as he walked in the hose behind his sister and cousins, slamming the door as he passed the threshold, and grumbling under his breath as he went to sit in the living room.

Grammie raised an eyebrow at him from her rocking chair, looking up from her paper to see what was her “granddaughter’s” problem.

“What’s wrong poppet?” Donald looked up at her and instantly deflated, quickly moving his gaze to the floor to avoid her eyes.

Grammie sighed.

“Della, sweet pea, could you come here a minute?”

Della walked in from the kitchen, munching on an apple. She seemed calm, but anyone who knew her well could tell she was seething under her cool demeanor.

“Mmm?”

“Could ya tell me what’s up with your sister?”

Della took another bite of her apple, sharing a look with her brother before continuing.

“Some kids in town we’re making fun of her speech impediment. She was obviously mad, but she did really well and didn’t blow up on them like you taught her. Even stopped me from going over and kicking their butts.” She looked over at Donald again, waiting for something. Then continued after he hesitantly nodded at her.

“Unfortunately… when we got back she was still mad… and kinda took it out on the azaleas.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “That may be my fault though… I kinda went off on the lemon tree first…”

Grammie sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“Thanks, sweet pea. You and your cousins head outside, and tell them to quit eavesdropping from the kitchen otherwise I’ll make them muck out the cow pen.” There was a crash heard from the kitchen. “Well, Gladstone at least. The smell’s too much for Feathery… and he likes all his other chores too much… maybe I won’t let him shell the peas during the next harvest…”

A loud “What!?” from Feathery was heard from the kitchen before the two came running out.

“Please don't make me clean the cow pen!”

“But I love shelling the peas!”

The six and eight year olds loudly chattered over each other about why they didn't deserve such a harsh punishment for such a small crime, Gladstone trying to blame it on the younger bird and Feathery attempting to use his cuteness as a viable reason not to be punished.

Grammie laughed, cutting them both off.

“How’s about this, y’all head outside, and stop eavesdropping, and I won't punish you. Or tell your parents, Gladstone.”

Both nodded vigorously, Feathery even reaching out to grab Della’s hand and pull her outside with them.

Grammie then turned to face Donald, who was giggling quietly from his spot on the couch. He frowned again once he realized her attention was back on him, looking down in shame.

“I’m going to teach you how to knit.”

Donald looked up at her in surprise.

“What?”

Grammie nodded once, her mind made up, then moved from her rocking chair to sit with him on the couch.

“I'm going to teach you how to knit, and if you get mad, I want you to start knitting. And if you try knitting and it doesn't work, we’ll find you something else, okay? But we gotta get this anger problem under control.” She got a bit of a sly grin, then leaned down to mock whisper something to him. “I’ll have to see if I can find something else for Della, tried to teach that girl once and she almost took her eye out.”

Donald giggled.

“You’re not mad about the azaleas?” he asked in a small voice.

She looked contemplative for a moment, choosing her next words carefully while the seven-year-old squirmed nervously next to her.

“I'm not happy about them, and you’re going to clean up and replant them tomorrow,” She raised her eyebrows at him, and Donald nodded vigorously, “but I’m not going to give you any other punishment for it. Emotions can be hard to control, and you’re still learning. Anger isn’t bad, we just need to make sure we only act on it when necessary, alright?”

Donald nodded.

“And Poppet, I’m proud at you for not flipping on those kids. But next time, call me, and I’ll give them a whooping for you.” She winked at him, earning another smile. “Or let your sister give them a tongue lashing for you.” She got real close to him again. “And if someone really tries to hurt you, or someone else you love, well you have my permission to use that anger to whoop them, kapeesh?”

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“Della- ack!” Donald yelped as he almost tripped again, only kept upright by his sister pulling him forward. “Would you slow down?!”

The girl in front of him laughed, not bothered by her twin’s complaints.

“No way sis, there's something I need to show you!”

Donald rolled his eyes, but sped up slightly to match his sister’s speed.

He did fall eventually, but his sister picked him right back up again.

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“Come on Feathery, just jump in!” Della called from the center of the lake, causing Donald to send her a dirty look from where he was trying to coax the young duck into the water.

Feathery stiffened, and pulled his foot up from where it was just touching the water.

“J-jump? M-maybe I should just go and help Grammie with lunch after all.” Feathery said, starting to slowly scoot away from his spot the edge of the dock Donald had just spent 25 minutes getting him to.

“Really dude? Just get in the lake. You’re too big for the fish to eat.” Gladstone said as he floated past.

“There are fish that eat ducks?!”

Donald rolled his eyes, then tried to morph his face into a relatively soothing expression.

“Ignore them. Fish don’t eat ducks, and you don’t have to jump in. Just slide off the edge, and I’ll catch you. I promise I won’t let you go under, and once you’re in your floaties will protect you and we’ll have tons of fun, okay?”

Feathery flapped his wing, looking nervously at the water.

“Feth, you love the water, just come on in.”

“Can’t I just go get my life vest? And you could teach me to swim next week?” The small duck asked with pleading eyes. This was the third day in a row he’d weaseled his way out of learning to swim.

Donald sighed for a long moment, leaning back in the water until half his head was covered before shooting back up.

“If you come in I’ll dye some of that special yarn you love red and knit you a bracelet to take around with you.” He would have offered to make him a new hat, but Feathery’s current one was made recently enough they couldn't justify wasting the yarn to make a new one.

Feathery perked up at the offer, considering it for a moment before scooting closer to the edge.

“Can you make me one with a lot of lines? And make the stitch really tight so it's better to touch?”

Donald nodded, arms out to catch his cousin.

Feathery hesitated a moment longer, then slid off the dock into his cousin’s arms, grabbing the older duck tightly around the neck.

Della cheered from where she was swimming, accidentally splashing Gladstone. Who then retaliated by dunking her head in the water, starting a rough housing match at the center of the lake.

Feathery continued to hold on tightly to Donald, trying to get closer even as the older duck attempted to gently pry him off.

“Feth, you have floaties, I don’t, so if you hold on to me like this we’ll both just go under!”

The smaller duck whimpered, so Donald half swam them to a nearby sandbank where he could stand.

“Okay, you’re going to let go and I’ll hold you up by your arms, okay?” He told the six-year-old who was still stuck to his chest, holding on like his life depended on it. Feathery shook his head, his face pressed into the crook of his older cousin’s neck, but Donald still slowly removed him, quietly assuring him it was okay, until the only point of contact between the two was Donald holding the younger boy up by his forearms.

After a few minutes Feathery calmed down, reassured by his cousin’s presence and his small arm floaties.

“I'm going to let you go now.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’re fine, you can’t go under.”

Donald placed his cousin back fully in the water, and removed his hands, but stayed close enough so that he could help Feathery if needed.

The small duck started flailing in the water for a bit, splashing Donald in the face, before getting his balance. Though he kept splashing for a minute, even after he was stable.

“Oh.” He said after realizing he wasn't sinking.

“Yeah, oh. Now come on, let's go join Della and Gladstone at the middle of the lake.” Donald said with a small laugh, offering his hand to help pull the younger duck through the water.

Instead of taking his hand, Feathery gave a few practice kicks in the water, then grinned up at him.

“I’m gonna try and swim out myself!”

Donald grinned back.

“Race you!” he said laughing and sending a small wave at Feathery before taking off towards his where his sister and other cousin had delved into an all out splash war.

Feathery spluttered behind him before following after in a kind of improvised doggy paddle, making decent time in the water despite not being able to do any sort of proper stroke.

By dinner time, Feathery ditched even his little arm floaties, and had learned the butterfly stroke, trudgen stroke, breaststroke, and elementary backstroke from Donald, the front crawl and combat side stroke from Della, and how to properly float on his back from Gladstone.

He wouldn't even get out of the water until Grammie threatened to send him to bed without reading him the next chapter of his book, and even then ended up being taken out of the water and back to the house by Della in a fireman’s carry, both of them giggling the whole way back.

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“{Dσกα།ď} huuuuury uuuup.” Gladstone whined, leaning on his cousin’s shoulders.

Donald’s beak twitched. He was doing his best to ignore his cousin and finish his homework, but the distraction was making it impossible.

“I’m doing my homework.”

“But it's taking forever!”

“Gladstone. I get that everyone’s waiting for me. But you bugging me just makes me take longer.” Donald said through gritted teeth.

Gladstone pouted and sat at the seat next to him.

“Why is it even taking so long? Fourth graders don’t even get that much homework.” Gladstone loved pointing out that since he was a whole year older and already in middle school, he was sooooo much smarter. “And besides, you’re usually done before Della, and she’s already finished all her homework and her chores.”

Donald took a deep breath, trying to both finish his math and get his cousin to leave him alone.

“First, that's a rude thing to ask. Second, Grammie forgot to refill my attention meds and I can’t take them now because then I won’t sleep tonight.”

“Why do you need meds to pay attention?” Gladstone asked, frowning.

“Because I have a brain thing, like Feathery.”

“But Feathery doesn't take attention meds? And wait, does that mean you can't eat certain things or touch people sometimes and all those other kinds of things?”

Donald sighed, and abandoned his homework.

“We have different brain things. I have ADHD and he has ASD. Some of the symptoms overlap, so I have some of the sensory problems he has, but for me at least they're not that bad. Della also has ADHD, her sensory problems are generally a lot worse than mine, but they're kinda different from Feathery’s… it's kinda hard to explain. Different people with the same thing will have similar but different symptoms, different things will usually have their own symptoms but sometimes symptoms could go with multiple things so you just kinda have to see which thing you have the most symptoms for. ADHD is most well known for making you hyperactive and have difficulties focusing, but it can also cause you to hyper focus, have emotional difficulties, have trouble starting and finishing things, and...” Donald trailed off realizing he’d lost his cousin. “Never mind.” He turned back to his homework, slightly embarrassed

Gladstone blinked at him for a second.

“Okay, I think I get it.” He stood up and grinned down at Donald. “I’ma go take care of your chores, and let you focus. And when we get back tonight you can finish explaining all this stuff to me.”

Donald grinned back up at him.

“Works for me.”

Gladstone did a mock salute as he walked out the door to head out to the barn, and Donald got back to work on his math.

He got three questions done in the next ten minutes, before Gladstone walked back in and plopped down in the chair next to him again.

“Knock something over that somehow made all the chores do themselves?”

“Yep.”

“How long you been standing on the porch.”

“Eight minutes… I got bored.”

The two delved into silence again for a few minutes, Donald managing to get two problems done before Gladstone went to open his mouth again.

“Ya know I-”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“You were going to offer to guess the numbers for me, which while it usually works for you the last time we tried that my teacher collected it as a pop quiz and I got a seven percent on it.” Donald looked from his homework. “Wait was the seven your luck mocking me?!”

“No! At least I don’t think so… anyway, it's not my fault you're so unlucky… weren’t you literally hatched on March thirteenth at like thirteen hours or something?”

“One thirteen am, exactly two hours and two minutes after Della, who somehow managed to hatch at eleven eleven.”

Gladstone cocked his head in confusion.

“It's the wish time.”

“Oh.”

The two lapsed into silence again.

“I should give you some of my luck.”

“I literally don't think that's possible.”

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“Girls, could you come here?”  

“One sec, Grammie!” Donald called, placing down a two from his deck, which earned him a loud squawk from Gladstone who was trying to place three kings before he started his turn.

“Seriously!”

Donald stuck his tongue out at his cousin, happy to have blocked the other’s move.

“Girls!”

The twins sighed, each placing down their deck.

“If either of you look at my cards I’m dumping water on your beds.” Della said, glaring at them as she backed out of the room into the kitchen.

“I’ll use milk.” Donald said over his shoulder as he followed her out.

In the kitchen, Grammie was sitting at the table, sorting the mail. In her hand was what seemed to be a normal letter, but it had a very thin wax seal. The twins sat at the table across from her, and Donald tried to get a look at the return address on the letter. She seemed nervous, and it set them on edge.

“This,” She gestured with the letter, “is from your uncle Scrooge.” Donald raised his eyebrows. Scrooge rarely contacted anyone in the family. He’d sort of just show up at random, his arms filled with exotic gifts.

Grammie frowned a bit, seemingly unsure how to continue.

“When your parents... passed, he wanted to take you in. You were already staying here, and I told him it’d be better to let you settle before uprooting you and moving you across the country. But it’s been four years now, and he wants to take you in.” Donald stiffened, the words echoing in his head. Della seemed like she was about to say something, but Donald cut her off.

“So you’re just sending us away?!” He yelled, standing up.

Grammie seemed offended, slamming her hands on the table and straightening her back.

“Of course not! Sit down!” Donald sat slowly, both a bit sheepish for exploding out of nowhere, and still simmering with anger.  He took a breath to calm down.

“Sorry…”

“Hmph.” Grammie nodded, acknowledging the apology. “If you’d let me finish, I was going to say that I wanted to know what you girls think.” She stopped for a moment, running her hand through her hair in thought. “I'm sure you girls have noticed… the farm hasn't been doing too well these past couple years. It’s part of the reason you’re aunt and uncle moved to the city, and why Gladstone’s staying with us now. If you went to live with your uncle… it would definitely help.”

She leaned forward to take one of each of their hands in her own.

“But I don’t want you to feel forced to go. We’re not in that desperate of a situation yet. If worse comes to worst, Gladstone will move back with his parents and Feathery… well, he’ll probably go live with his sister. She’s offered to take them in considering their parents… well, they just don’t know how to take care of him… and they refuse to learn…”

She shook her head.

“I just want you girls to know you have options, okay? And if you choose to go stay with him, or if we have to send off your cousins, you wouldn't be completely separated. You’d be able to call them whenever you want, see them at holidays, and any other time we could get you kids together.”

The twins were silent. Della slipped her hand out of Grammie’s grasp, while Donald just stared down at the table, trying to absorb everything.

“So we’re going to be separated no matter what.” Della said, her voice tinged with anger. It wasn’t a question.

“Not necessarily… but it's likely.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Della’s voice still had her cold anger in it, clipping and freezing the words as they left her mouth.

“Della, you’re children, what was I supposed to do?”

“Tell us!” She stood suddenly, startling her brother. “Sure we may be kids, but maybe we could have gotten jobs, helped out instead of being left in the dark!”

Grammie slowly rose from her seat, looking her granddaughter straight in the eye.

“I wasn't going to ruin your childhoods with money problems. Feathery’s only nine, the two of you are eleven, and Gladstone is twelve. All of you are far too young to be worrying about this. I only told you so you could make your choice knowing all the possibilities.” She took a long breath. “I think we all need to calm down. Send your cousins in a few if they have any questions, I’m sure they heard most of that.”

She took a moment to straighten her clothes, then walked out on the porch, grabbing what Donald dubbed her “smoking purse” on the way out.

Della just stood their, seething. She glared at the door where Grammie had just left from. Donald took her hand.

The two stayed there for a minute, before Donald stood and lead them back to the living room, finding their cousins in the hall. Feathery immediately latched onto Donald, and Della went over to bury her face in Gladstone’s neck.

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Donald stared as the dog put his and Della’s bags in the back of the limo. It didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream, like tomorrow he’d wake back up in his bed and find out he imagined the last few months and him and Della were never going to leave in the first place.

He sat off on the porch with his sister and cousins, all clinging to each other. Feathery was pressed into his side, and Della laid her head on his shoulder. Gladstone had his arm wrapped around Della, and was holding on to Donald’s hand. None of them wanted to let go.

Grammie, who had been questioning the dog as he loaded the car, walked on up to them and smiled sadly.

“Time to say goodbye.”

The four untangled themselves, and stood. Feathery was obviously holding back tears, but he stepped aside and took a breath.

“I have something for you guys.” He faced Donald first, and pulled out knitted armband. It was white, and somewhat lopsided, with stitches randomly being too tight or loose enough to stick a finger through.

“I tried to make one for you to match mine… it’s not very good, and I wanted to dye it blue but Grammie wouldn't let me but-” He was cut off by Donald pulling him into a hug.

“It's perfect.” he said smiling. They pulled out of the embrace, and Feathery put the bracelet on his wrist, then gave him one more quick hug before going over to Della.

He pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to her. She unfolded and read it, while Feathery nervously looked on. When she got to the end, she grinned, and pulled him into a hug.

“Heh, way to upstage me Feathery,” Gladstone said, “I guess we had the same idea…”

Della raised her eyebrows at him, releasing Feathery from the hug.

“Don’t blame Feathery for your unoriginality.”

He stuck in tongue out at her.

“Whatever, Dumbella, check your bag.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but looked through the satchel around her neck nonetheless. Seeing something Gladstone must have placed in there, she laughed, gave him a hug, and said something to him Donald couldn't hear.

Gladstone whispered something back, and the two laughed again. He released her and walked over to Donald, taking out a pressed four-leaf clover, preserved between two pieces of tape.

“For luck.” He said with a small grin. Donald gently took it, placed it in his pocket, and pulled his cousin into a hug. The two stood for a long minute. They didn’t always get along, and fought the most out of the four, but they loved each other. A lot.

“Come on girls, time to go.” Grammie said softly, one hand on Della’s shoulder.

Gladstone gave Donald a kiss on the top of his head, squeezed him one more time, and let go. Feathery came over and grabbed Gladstone’s hand, wiping away the tears that leaked through his eyes.

Donald grabbed Della’s hand, and the two walked with Grammie to the limo.

“Poppet, why don’t you go check that ya have everything?” Donald slipped his hand out of Della’s, sharing a quick look with her, then walked over to check they had all of their bags, looking at the trunk over the shoulder of the… butler? Chauffeur? Whatever.  

The dog gave him a kind smile, but he just waved in response. The dog shut the trunk, and walked around to get in the driver’s seat.

Donald turned back around to see Della hugging Grammie goodbye. They let go, and Della went to get in the car. She gave him a watery smile as she walked past.

Donald nodded back, and walked over to say goodbye to Grammie. She instantly pulled him into a hug, and kissed the top of his head.

“Y'all be good for your uncle Scrooge now, alright?” Donald nodded into the embrace. Grammie gave him another kiss on the top of his head, then held him at arm’s length, looking him over.

“I have somethin for ya too.” She said, pulling out a set of knitting needles, a small notebook, and a pouch from her purse.

“The pouch is a sewing kit, and the notebook has directions on how to make a loom, and written tips from me from all my years of sewing, knitting, and weaving. As well as a good handful of patterns.” She handed the two things to him, then held up the needles so he could see them better. “I’ve had these since I was a little girl. My pa made them for me. I want you to have them now.” She took his hand and placed them in it, carefully closing his fingers around them.

Donald stared at the needles, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, he hugged his Grammie again, trying to hold back his tears.

“Don’t cry Poppet, we’ll see each other again soon.” She gave him one last kiss, and let go. Donald wiped his eyes

“I love you Grammy.” He said with a small smile, then went to get in the car with Della. As soon as he sat down, she put her head on his shoulder. He got himself settled, buckling and putting the things his family gave him in his bag, then wrapped his arm around his sister, preparing for the five-hour drive ahead.