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You donât have to do this but I would love to see you write another story in the Fenro Witch AU where itâs the 1 year anniversary of Boydâs death and Gyro and Fenton decide to go to Boydâs grave to pay their respects with flowers with Fenton at some point giving Gyro time alone to say how much he misses Boyd and maybe you could have it that in certain parts such as them walking to Boydâs grave, we cut to the past on the day of Boydâs death showing how it happened, Gyro and Fentonâs reaction to finding Boyd (which would probably have a lot of crying, grieving, Gyro holding onto Boyd rocking him in his arms and begging him to wake up), and Boydâs funeral. Only if you want to write this of course. đ â¤ď¸
UAAAAAGH HUGGING GET OUT OF MY HEADDDD IVE HAD A FIC SIMILAR TO THIS PLANNED FOR FOREVER ty for giving me an excuse to write it <3333
Also! purposefully got this done just in time because May 18th is the 1 year anniversary of this au!!
cw- major character death, hanging mentions, implied self harm kind of I think also this is almost 5k words long just so you know how much is under the read more-
Though they never discussed it aloud, they both knew what day it was.Â
They never needed to plan the day, they both just knew what to do.Â
Neither of them needed to say it.Â
It was cloudy that morning, the way itâd been cloudy on that day before. Heavy clouds that hung in the air, weighing down on the earth beneath them. Threatening to spill colder rain on an already freezing day.Â
The clouds were so thick it was still dark when they got up. Fenton lit a candle, and together they made their way downstairs. Gyro didnât say a word, and Fenton knew heâd have to watch him today. It would be rough.Â
Fenton got the flowers and blanket ready while Gyro prepared the food, cutting fruit from last fall that had been magically preserved. It was still much too early in the year for any fresh fruit, so theyâd have to make do.Â
The flowers too- the frost had killed all of the wild ones growing around the house, so they only had a dried bouquet from last year.Â
âItâs alright,â Fenton said, mostly to himself, as he arranged the faded, crisped plants. âWeâll bring him fresh ones as soon as spring starts.âÂ
Gyro didnât answer, but the duck hadnât expected him to. Now as he listened, he realized the sound of cutting from the kitchen had stopped. âAre you done?âÂ
No answer.Â
Fenton peered in through the doorway, robes swishing as he moved. âWe donât need too man- what happened?âÂ
âAccident,â Gyro grunted, holding two of his fingers tightly in his other hand. Bulb sat on the counter next to him, trying to sniff his fingers, and there was blood on the knife. âWasnât paying attention.âÂ
Fenton frowned, he would really need to watch Gyro today. âHow bad is it?â He asked as he stepped into the kitchen, moving to one of the medical cupboards.
âIt's fine,â the witch grumbled, looking defensive. He still let Fenton take his hand and examine the injury. Bulb looked quite interested too, and mrowed at Fenton, as if asking him to fix the cut. âItâs not that deep.âÂ
It wasnât, but it went right across the pads of his middle and pointer fingers. Quite an annoying spot for both an injury and a bandage. Fenton wrapped it for him without saying anything, and offered to finish cutting the fruit.Â
At last they were ready, Fenton held the picnic basket in one hand and interlaced his other arm with Gyroâs. It was just bright enough that they could see fine in the gloom, and Fenton looked up to the sky as they set off. âHopefully it doesnât snow.âÂ
Gyro didnât comment.Â
The cemetery was brighter, there were no trees above in the clearing to block the meager light that struggled through the clouds. There was a single tree in the center of the headstones, with huge spreading branches and even further spreading roots. Right now its limbs were bare, they creaked in the wind.Â
Other than that, the forest was quiet.Â
The plot they were looking for was on the edge of the cemetery, near the treeline. Gyro stopped, reading the headstone as Bulb wound around his legs and Fenton laid out the thick blanket on the crunchy dead grass.Â
Boyd Gearloose.Â
The date was exactly one year from today.
âYou want to do the flowers?â Fenton asked as he reached for their basket.Â
Gyro just nodded, he looked simultaneously too numb and emotional to speak.Â
Fenton sat as his partner sat the flowers down in front of the grave with great reverence. The headstone was small, it didnât match the make of the others in the cemetery, and the bouquet nearly obscured the engravings.Â
Gyro then slowly sat on the blanket next to the duck, resting his head on his shoulder. Fenton gently put an arm around him, and Bulb curled up in his lap.Â
They sat and watched the grave until Fentonâs bottom and back ached, until the clouds had let up to allow more light into the world and Fentonâs neck felt stiff. Still, he refused to move until Gyro did, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. To let him take his time. He knew theyâd be out here for a while, this was why theyâd brought food.Â
At last Gyro let out a deep shuddering breath, turning to bury his face in Fentonâs neck. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, and Fenton wasted no time in wrapping him into a hug and pulling him closer.Â
âI miss him so much,â Gyro breathed through tears, his beak was tucked right up beneath Fentonâs. âAll the time.âÂ
Fenton didnât answer, rubbing Gyroâs shoulders and staring at the grave. Blinking rapidly when tears pricked his eyes and taking a breath.Â
âHe turns ten in a few months, right? Heâd- heâd be so tall by now.â Gyro shifted his head just slightly so he could see the headstone. His tears wetted Fentonâs feathers and his robes.Â
Last year their grief was too fresh to do anything for Boydâs birthday. Gyro hadnât even gotten out of bed that day, but that was a regular occurrence then. Their house was still under construction then, they barely had a roof on their first story, and were sleeping in the living room. Fenton only got up to prepare food.Â
Gyro hadnât eaten.Â
âHeâd like it out here, donât you think?â Gyroâs voice was cracked. âEspecially the peach trees in the summer and the apples in the fall- itâd be so much easier to have more help with harvesting.âÂ
Fenton let out a soft sob, holding his partner closer. Tearing his gaze from the headstone as he nuzzled against Gyro. âHe wouldâve loved to help.â
This was all too much. The wound was too fresh, they were picking at the scab too early. Fenton wanted to get away, heâd suddenly rather be anywhere but here. The cemetery was alright on most days, but on others he avoided the place more than the superstitious villagers did.Â
Right now he didnât even want to think about it.Â
But he didnât move. Gyro needed to be here today, and Fenton had spent the last year supporting him, pulling him through this. He wasnât going to stop today.Â
So he clung to his partner and sobbed along with him, too overwhelmed to do anything else. He cried until his head hurt and his face ached and then he cried some more. Gyro only curled tighter against him, letting himself be enveloped by Fenton while also holding himself. And Fenton held him, kept him there.Â
Trying to be and to find as much comfort as possible as they unwillingly reminisced on what had happened that night.Â
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They were in a tree, there was a branch digging painfully into Gyroâs back.Â
The witch ignored this as he scanned the nearby houses, searching for any hint of what the angry mob had done with Boyd. This was a temporary refuge, and he needed to use it to figure out a way forward.Â
Fenton was in the tree next to him, one hand wrapped tightly around a nearby branch as he bit his other fist, trying to keep himself quiet while he sobbed. He was unable to tear his gaze off of their house as it went up in smoke, now a blinding hot beacon in the dark cold night.Â
Nothing would be left when the fire went out. That much was clear already.Â
Gyro absently rubbed his back while he searched, trying to keep his panic down. As crazed as the mob was now, he was sure they wouldnât kill an actual child, right? Besides he had the gallows in his view, the nooses hung thankfully empty. It had been a narrow escape.
Every now and then a group of angry villagers would tramp past their hiding space, screaming with their pitchforks in the air. Gyro and Fenton would duck down while simultaneously pulling their legs up, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The cover of night helped- but the tree's lack of leaves did not. It was too early in the year for even any buds.Â
Next to him Fenton choked slightly, and the witch leaned over to kiss his temple. âWeâll rebuild when we get out of here.â The loss of their house he could stomach, theyâd been needing to get out of the village for months now.Â
What he really couldnât let go of was Boyd, he had to be around here somewhere.Â
As Gyro watched, the townâs mayor, the leader of the mob against them, stepped into the open ground between the houses. The witchâs eyes narrowed in hate, following the old man as he walked casually past the burning wreck of timber that used to be Gyroâs house. Fenton didnât seem to notice him.Â
The mayor stepped over to the opposite side of the street, near the woods. He stooped and reached for something that Gyro had dismissed in his study of the area, a misshapen rock, or someoneâs discarded shirt. Something small in the shadows, unassuming. Not anything alive- so it couldnât be Boyd.Â
No.Â
Gyro stared as the mayor lifted the tiny, ragged thing, it hung limply in his hand.Â
No.
Seconds later Gyro had slipped out of the tree, storming past the burning house and into the clearing. âDonât you dare hurt him- give him to me!âÂ
The mayor glanced up, looking shocked, before his expression turned to a smile. He held Boydâs body close- how dare he touch him- and Gyro caught sight of the blood running down Boydâs head.Â
âTheyâre over here!â the mayor shouted.Â
Gyro hardly heard him as he strode toward him. âGive him to me before I curse you and this entire village-âÂ
âYou wonât get the chance.â The mayor lifted his head, smirking. Gyro was mere feet from him now. âYouâre dead, witch.âÂ
Sure enough, there came the sound of shouts and cries through the woods, from the edges of town. Lit torches appeared through the tree trunks, Gyro heard rushing feet. Alerted by the mayorâs cry, they would all be upon him in seconds. He froze.Â
But he couldnât let that stop him. Gyro took the last few steps toward the mayor, reaching for Boyd. âGive him to me-âÂ
His fingers barely brushed the feathers of Boydâs temple before the mayor pulled him out of his reach. âNot a chance. In just a few moments, you and your witch accomplice will be joining him.âÂ
âGive him-â Gyro broke off as something caught hold of his hand, something held him back. Instinctively he yanked himself away, not tearing his gaze from Boydâs body. âLet go of me!âÂ
âGyro, wait.â It was Fenton, hanging onto his sleeve, pulling him away from the mayor, away from Boyd. âWe have to get out of here, the whole mob will be here in a second-âÂ
âBoyd!â Gyro tore his hand from Fentonâs grasp, throwing himself toward the little parrotâs body. Immediately there were strong arms around his waist, holding him back. Now in the middle of the street, Gyro was ready to fight Fenton to get to Boyd.
âHeâs gone, Gyro. Iâm so sorry.â Fentonâs arm loosened and Gyro broke free, only for his wrist to be snagged again. The shouting was getting closer, the torches drawing near.Â
âNo, no, I have to get to him-âÂ
âGyro!â Fenton shouted. The witch started, looking back at him.Â
Fenton had tears in his eyes, his chest was heaving, his grip on Gyroâs wrist tightened. âWe have to get out of here- please Gyro. I canât lose you too. Weâll come back for him I promise- but we have to leave.âÂ
The mob had nearly reached the street.
Gyro swallowed, and glanced back at Boyd.Â
The mayor smiled, canine teeth shining in the firelight.Â
Everything stayed frozen like that for a split second, as Gyro felt like he was free falling. The ground disappearing, wind whooshing past him. His stomach churning.Â
With a sob he half collapsed against Fenton, allowing the witch to pull him toward the treeline. Together they half stumbled, half ran, trying to get away from the mob behind them.Â
That night was a blur. Gyro was barely in reality, just conscious enough to stay upright as Fenton pulled him forward. They were always pursued by the fiery shouting monster, no matter where they went or hid the mob was close on their heels.Â
Gyro cut his feet, crashed into trees, tripped several times, but Fenton was always there, helping him up, pulling him along. No matter how many exits the mob blocked off Fenton seemed to find one last one, and get them out through it in the nick of time.Â
The witchâs lungs burned and his body ached, but he kept going. Nowhere was safe, they couldnât stay in any hiding spot for long. He stumped through the forest, sobbing. They had to keep moving, had to stay alive.Â
Despite all of this, Gyro barely felt anything.Â
All of it was lost in a swirling haze of numbness.Â
At last they stopped, Gyro immediately crumpling to the roots of a tree. Clinging to the bark the moment he hit the ground, curling further in on himself as he sobbed. Fenton collapsed next to him, catching his breath, rubbing Gyroâs back.Â
âHeâs gone, Fenton.â Gyro gasped, curling into a tighter ball, hardly caring where the rocks and roots dug into his back. âHeâs gone.âÂ
Fenton shifted, pulling Gyro further against him. Holding him tightly. âIâm so sorry,â he whispered.Â
They stayed by that tree that night, sleeping in the roots against the trunk. Gyro curled up on top of Fenton, crying himself to sleep, while Fenton wordlessly held him and did his best to comfort him.Â
Nothing would help right now, but Gyro appreciated it.Â
The next morning, the witch woke slowly. Even in his sleep heâd still been clinging tightly to Fentonâs shirt, he slowly loosened his fist as he opened his eyes. His fingers were sore.
He wished itâd been a dream, he didnât want to look up, to realize where they were. In the middle of the freezing woods.Â
Without Boyd.Â
Looking around and realizing all of this would mean it was true.Â
He could hear Fentonâs heartbeat beneath his head, feel the rise and fall of his chest. The duckâs arms were still wrapped around him, holding him close.Â
In a flash, Gyro sat up.Â
âHow could you?!âÂ
Fenton started awake just in time to feel Gyroâs hands landing on his shoulders, angrily pinning him against the tree. âHuh? Gyro wh-âÂ
âYou made me leave him behind!â Gyro shouted in his face. Fenton blinked up at him. âI wanted to stay- I wanted to get him back- but you wanted to leave! You made me leave him!âÂ
âGyro-âÂ
âI left him with- with- no, you left him- this is your fault heâs not with us!âÂ
âGyro-âÂ
âI shouldnât have let you make me leave him- I shouldâve gone back- I should go back-âÂ
âGyro!âÂ
The duckâs shout snapped him out of it. He froze for a moment, staring at Fenton, hands still tightly gripping to his shoulders. Fentonâs eyes were wide, he looked startled and scared and worried. Hesitantly, as if he were dealing with a spooked wild animal, his hand slowly slid up Gyroâs back.âGyro, I-â
That was all it took. The witch collapsed on top of him, head ducked as he sobbed into Fentonâs chest, his hands clutching at the shoulders of the duckâs shirt. Holding on to him as tightly as he could, never wanting to let go of what he had left. âIâm sorry-âÂ
âHey, sshhhh, itâs okay.â Fenton shushed him, rubbing his back. His voice cracked, and without looking up, Gyro lifted his hand to gently cup the side of Fentonâs face, to catch his tears with his thumb. âIâm- Iâm sorry we had to leave him too.âÂ
Gyro just swallowed, and held onto him tighter. He could feel Fentonâs shuddering breaths beneath him, the duck was doing everything he could to keep himself together. Gyro had completely given up on that by now, he let himself totally break down in Fentonâs arms.Â
Somewhere between five minutes and two hours later Fenton shifted, sitting up further against the trunk of the tree. Gyro was forced to sit up with him, but he refused to unbury his face from the duckâs chest. âHey.â Fenton held the side of his face, trying to get his attention.Â
Gyro couldnât bring himself to move.Â
Fenton understood. âAs soon as youâre okay enough to be on your own for a little Iâll go get him, okay?âÂ
The witch lifted his head. âNo- no I donât want to risk you too-âÂ
âGyro,â Fenton cut through his worries. âIâll be safe, I promise. Things will have calmed down by now, now that itâs morning. Iâll sneak in and out and bring him back here so you can see him again, and so they wonât have him. We can bury him out here.âÂ
Gyro sat back, looking around.Â
They were in the old cemetery.Â
Theyâd slept beneath the huge tree in the center of the headstones, perhaps the one safe place for them to go now. As afraid of the witches as the villagers were they were even more afraid of a haunted cemetery and wouldnât step foot between the graves. It was a perfect safe haven.Â
âYou brought us here on purpose?â Gyro asked.Â
Fenton nodded. âI figured they wouldnât touch us if we stayed here- especially at night. Weâd mostly lost them before Iâd thought of it, so that theory hasnât been entirely tested yet.âÂ
The witch let out a breath. Burying Boyd here, in a haunted cemetery in the middle of the woods, where no one but them would come to visit him but them. Where he could be secreted away from the people who had killed him.Â
Gyro mustâve started shaking because a few seconds later Fenton was pulling him into a hug, squeezing him as tightly as he could.Â
âThey killed him,â Gyro gasped through tears. âThey hated us so much they killed him.âÂ
Fenton didnât have an answer to that, so he just held Gyro until the shaking stopped.Â
It was hours before Fenton left, no matter how much Gyro assured him he was fine the duck didnât want to leave him there alone. At last he stood, leaning down to kiss Gyroâs forehead. âIâll be back in an hour, alright?âÂ
That felt like the longest hour of Gyroâs life. It was late March and freezing cold, and the witch stayed curled against the trunk of the tree, staring off into space. Heâd cried himself out by then, so he simply watched the dead leaves blow past in the cold breeze, occasionally wiping his eyes.Â
Having no concept of time in this state Gyro had no idea how long it really was- whether it was one hour or four he would never know. He would sit and wait until Fenton got back and if he didnât, if heâd been caught, Gyro would simply sit there until he wasted away beneath the tree.Â
Though, watching Fenton approach through the trees was the worst part.Â
Gyro was already breaking down by the time Fenton emerged into the clearing, Boydâs small body held against his chest. Tears streaming down his face the witch reached for him, and Fenton gently passed Boyd into his arms.Â
âCareful with his head,â Fenton murmured. âThey cleaned him up a little, but it looks like thatâs whereâŚâ he trailed off, not needing to say it.Â
They sat together beneath the tree, holding Boydâs limp body and sobbing. He was cold, too cold, and Gyro held him close to try and warm him up. Maybe if he was warm again, then he could wake up.Â
He never did.Â
Gyro rocked him the way he used to before putting him to bed, resting his forehead against the little parrotâs. âBoyd,â he whispered.Â
From next to him, Fenton made a sound like a cross between a choke and a sob.Â
âGod Boyd-â the witch hugged him tighter, his arms a protective shield. âIâm so sorry- I shouldâve stayed with you- I shouldnât have let them take you-âÂ
Of course he could protect him now, after he was already dead. Gyro had been no use in saving his life, in keeping him alive. âI shouldâve tried harder to fight them, I promise I was doing my best for you but it-â he choked, âit wasnât enough.âÂ
Fentonâs arms around him tightened.Â
Together the three of them sank to the ground, Gyro and Fenton no longer strong enough to hold themselves up as they created a little protective circle around Boyd. Shielding him off from the rest of the world.Â
But nothing they could do now would make up for losing him.Â
They buried Boyd the next day, Fenton sneaking back to the village for food and a shovel. He came back with what looked like a little white fluff ball on his shoulder. âHey, look who survived the fire!â the duck exclaimed as he approached Gyro with the food.Â
The witch glanced up, eyes swollen with tears, but no fresh ones in the moment. âWhat?â
Fenton sat next to him, passing him some bread and dried fruit. He then lifted the little puff from his shoulder. âItâs Bulb! I didnât think heâd made it- but I found him in the woods right next to the house.â The duck hesitated. âWhatâs left of it.âÂ
Bulb- Boydâs kitten. The one that Gyro hadnât wanted, but Boyd had begged for and cared for by himself to prove they could keep it.Â
Now it suddenly felt like it was all they had left of him.Â
Gyro sighed, reaching out to pet the little cream-colored kittenâs head. âHey, Bulb.â
Fenton began digging a few minutes later, in an empty spot at the edge of the cemetery near the treeline. The ground was soft and the grass was dead, and the plot didnât need to be very big. Fenton had it finished all too soon for Gyroâs liking.Â
He didnât want to say goodbye yet.Â
Gyro saved four of Boydâs soft grey feathers, and clung to them as Fenton lowered the little body into the ground. Theyâd wrapped him in a blanket that Fenton had taken from the village and laid some dried flowers down on top of him.Â
Fenton let Gyro put the first handful of dirt back into the grave, Gyro unfurling shaky fingers and letting the first fall loose. Letting go of the dirt felt like letting go of Boyd- releasing his hand for the last time.Â
A few moments later, Gyro threw up what little of the food heâd had at the edge of the trees while Fenton rubbed his back.Â
It really wasnât much of a funeral, Gyro sitting at the edge of the grave with Bulb in his lap, numbly watching Fenton fill the dirt back in. He had too many thoughts whirling around his head to voice a final goodbye, he couldn't catch any of them and pin them down long enough to form a coherent thought.Â
The exercise was good for Fenton Gyro could tell- the duck had tears in his eyes as he worked but he put as much effort into it as his body allowed him. Sleeves rolled up, grunting, his face red with effort, he worked his way into a rhythm. Letting his emotions out that way.Â
Gyro couldnât. He just stared at the hole as it slowly got more and more shallow, his body aching. Eventually Fenton dropped down next to him, sweating and out of breath.Â
Together they sat and stared at the grave until the sun went down.Â
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It was a long time later that they both sat up, and Fenton wordlessly passed out the food. They ate mostly in silence, Gyro occasionally giving little pieces of peaches to Bulb.Â
Surprisingly the sun came out- the breeze picked up into a chilling wind, but it blew the clouds out of the way and allowed the warm sun to shine down. Fenton looked up as the sunlight hit them, smiling faintly. They could use a little sun right now.Â
Glancing back down, he realized Gyroâs hands were shaking.Â
The duck gently reached out and placed his hands on top of Gyroâs, steadying them. The witch swallowed, flipping his hand the other way to tightly interlace his fingers with Fentonâs. Fenton gave him a smile, which Gyro half heartedly returned.Â
He was trying. That was something.Â
âSo much has changed since⌠since he was here.â Gyro voiced at last, clearing his throat. âIt feels like weâre moving on without him, but⌠but then I come back here and suddenly everythingâs exactly the way it was when we buried him.âÂ
âThe sunâs out,â Fenton pointed out. âAnd you didnât throw up this time.â Gyro snorted. âSo maybe things are better than then?âÂ
The witch leaned back, propping himself up on one hand. âI suppose.â Letting out a heavy breath, he tilted his head back. âI didnât even get to hold him one last time-â his breath hitched. âI wish I couldâve known I was tucking him in for the last time, there was so much I couldâve- I shouldâve- said and done, I-â he took a deep breath. âI miss him.âÂ
Fenton folded his legs tighter, looking back at the grave. âMe too.âÂ
Even in a new place, Boydâs empty space could be felt. Fenton missed him in the mornings, when he would make squealing noises to try and match the sound of the whistling kettle. The way he used to lay in the sun next to Bulb, soaking up the light just like the cat. In the afternoons he would pick flowers in the spring and present them to Gyro and Fenton, there were so many less vases of small wildflowers now. He used to sing the enchantment songs Gyro taught him at the top of his lungs just for fun, accidentally causing nearby flies to move in a particular pattern or the air to swirl around him. How when they tucked him in at night by telling him stories, heâd listen to theirs before telling an eternally long one of his he came up with on the spot- just so he wouldnât have to go to sleep.Â
Fenton didnât even realize he was crying again until Gyro had moved right next to him, kissing his forehead and wiping away his tears with his thumb.Â
The duck leaned into him, a fresh sob rising in his throat.Â
âIâm just so sad about it,â Fenton breathed, his face buried in Gyroâs shoulder. âAll the time still. I- I donât want to be sad anymore but- but I still want- I still need- to miss him.âÂ
âI know,â Gyro murmured. âIâm sick and tired of being miserable but I donât want to be happy without him.âÂ
âYeah,â the duck swallowed, wrapping an arm around his partner. âYeah.â
The breeze blew past, ruffling their feathers and stirring the leaves. Doing itâs best to try and carry away some of their grief.Â
It wasnât until the sun was setting that they made their way back to the house, Bulb walking at their heels. Fenton set up a fire near the back porch while Gyro put their things away. The day surprisingly had brought some life back into him- Fenton knew he could leave him alone for a minute.Â
They sat out on the back porch and watched the sun go down, both of them looking up at the stars and shedding a few last tears. At last they made dinner in the fire, sitting close to each other to stay warm on the cold early-spring night.Â
Gyro rested his head on Fentonâs shoulder. âTalk to me,â he asked.Â
Fenton thought for a moment, unsure what to talk about. If Gyro wanted to hear more about Boyd, or if he wanted Fenton to distract him from his grief.Â
So he recounted one of the fairytales from one of the storybooks inside. It was one they both knew, though neither had reread in a long time. They didnât mind, it was something to fill the silence.Â
The witch let himself get really into it, doing impressions of the voices, acting out the scenes. At one point he stood to reenact a fight scene, and pulled Gyro up with him, letting him act as the damsel that Fenton was nobly trying to save.Â
Gyro spun around their imaginary battlefield with him, laughing and cheering as he collapsed against Fenton, listening to him recount the story.Â
Laughter like this from Gyro was all too rare these days, and Fenton pulled him close by the waist, pretending to fight off a great beast. Gyro collapsed into him, drunk off of laughter as he wrapped his arms around the duckâs shoulders and cackled into his ears. Fenton squeezed him tight, not wanting to let the moment go.Â
With one last dramatic whirl Fenton slayed their imaginary beast, and together they landed back in their seats by the fire, clutching to one another as they laughed. Gyroâs head on Fentonâs chest as he clung to his shoulders, shaking with laughter.Â
Fenton held on to him as their laughter died down, turning to a quiet contentment.Â
Gyro lifted his head, nuzzling the end of his beak against Fentonâs. âThank you.âÂ
The duck grinned at him. âI love you.â
âI love you too.âÂ
#uaaaagh#hhhhhhh#so I have like instrumentals of disney songs I listen to while I write because I cant have lyrics yknow its distracting#anyway. while I was writing this dos oruguitas came on and uagh#i almost couldn't do it#rainbow connection came on too which is my gyro and boyd song and by the time I got to married life I almost had to turn it off slksdjfldks#thanks for the ask!#thehuggingisajustfortodaything#i love them. so much#gyro gearloose#fenton crackshell cabrera#b.o.y.d.#b.o.y.d. gearloose#boyd gearloose#lil bulb#lil' bulb#im sure yall can guess who the mayor is#fenro#fenro witch au#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#duckverse#wacky writes
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Something I drew before Nothing Can Stop Della Duck, after reading an OG comic where Gyro loses Lilâ Bulb Little Helper.
#dt17#gyro#hd&l#lil' bulb#look I'm too embarrassed to use the common tags okay?#even if the link's probably tag-blocked it#it's called the christmas that almost wasn't#in the comic HDL are like why don't you get a new one#and OG Gyro reacted understandingly to it saying helper is his best friend#but reboot Gyro would INSTANTLY flare up#so I got an awful idea#and hey it's christmas time and it's a christmas comic whaddya know#old crappy doodles#not woy#oh boy here I go drawing again#oh boy there I went drawing again
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Did you know that December 25th is a special day for some people because itâs the day where a guy who had a bunch of crazy ideas was born? Thatâs right, Iâm talking about Sir Isaac Newton. Hereâs a holiday story starring our favorite nerds from Team Science! Theyâre doing a little Secret Santa Gift Exchange with one another and itâs all Fentonâs idea! Enjoy!
This is also my first story with using Ludwig Von Drake. Ever since I saw him in that Mickey Mouse Nutcracker cartoon from that House of Mouse Christmas Special, heâs always been a favorite of mine. I just loved the way he argues with the narrator in that one. Plus thereâs something about the way he talks that just puts a smile to my face
#ducktales fanfiction#ducktales 2017#Fenton Crackshell Cabrera#gandra dee#Gyro Gearloose#ludwig von drake#lil' bulb#manny ducktales#Home for the Holidays!#fendra
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With 15 days left until Into the Inklands is released, card reveals have been at an all-time high that I can barely keep up. lol Just now, I woke up to do my daily social media catch-up and saw DuckTalks/LorcanaTalks tweet out that a new DuckTales card got revealed by a French Lorcana YouTuber named AntreJeux Studio; this time, IT'S GYRO GEARLOOSE, WITH HIS ARMY OF LIL' BULBS IN TOW!
(Disclaimer: Translation may be different from the official English version.)
Gyro Gearloose - Gadget Genius
Ink Cost: 3 (Can be put in the Inkwell) Card Type: Character Ink: Sapphire Classification: Storyborn ⢠Ally ⢠Inventor Strength: 1 Willpower: 4 Lore Value: 1 Rarity: Rare [FOLLOW THE TWISTS OF MY GENIUS BRAIN] Exert - Put an Item card from your discard pile to the top of your deck.
"Maybe this technology will be less bad this timeâŚ"
Art by Mario Oscar Gabriele
#him having a strength of 1 checks out considering all the 'I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED' jokes we make XD#my post#lorcana#lorcana tcg#disney lorcana#into the inklands#ducktales#ducktales 2017#ducktales reboot#gyro gearloose#lil' bulb
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DIME CHASE IS SUUUUCH A FUN EP i love it so dearly. i had already planned how i wanted this drawing to look like a month ago but while scrubbing thru the ep for references i realized i also really want to draw the della room sometime its so pretty and also makes me miserable
#ducktales#gyro gearloose#lil bulb#louie duck#webby vanderquack#dewey duck#emily quackfaster#my art#im slowly falling more and more in love w the backgrdounds of ducktales theyre so fucking funshaped. i love u whimsical art direction#pollo đ#ducktales blast
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Description : when Darkwing and Gizmoduck get captured, it's up to Huey and Gosalyn to save the day
For everyone who asked for gosalyn, darkwing and gizmoduck and Huey to be able to get the character development he deserved.
The teaser images will all follow a similar format of an episode cover,name and description while i sort out my top secret project because Iâm insane and Iâm dragging you all down with me cool, good because you donât have a choice
#ducktales#ducktales huey#huey duck#gosalyn waddlemeyer#ducktales gosalyn#gosalyn mallard#darkwing duck gosalyn#darkwing duck#ducktales 2017#dt17#ducktales fanart#gizmoduck#lil bulb#fenton crackshell cabrera#fenton cabrera#drake mallard#quiverwing quack#ducktales reboot#my art#duckblr#Dollyknights ducktales project
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ROUND #1
#louie duck#dewey duck#donald duck#panchito pistoles#jose carioca#daisy duck#mark beaks#falcon graves#huey duck#B.O.Y.D.#gyro gearloose#fenton crackshell cabrera#inspector tezuka#doctor akita#lil bulb#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#duckverse#round 1#louieâs eleven#astro b.o.y.d.
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I've lowered the price on this Gyro pin and sticker combo because money is a bit tight for me right now. I'd love to get rid of the rest of them. I have 14 left! If you would like one, you can find them in my Ko-fi shop! Link below:
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#gyro gearloose#lil bulb#duckblr#boyd gearloose#duckverse#disney ducks#enamel pins#artists on tumblr#my art
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"Ready to blast off, Mr. McDuck ! To the Green Cheese of Longevity !"
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"Mr.McDuck..?"
#ducktales#ducktales fanart#ducktales remastered#scrooge mcduck#gyro gearloose#gizmoduck#fenton crackshell cabrera#goldie o'gilt#lil bulb
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My versions of Gyro Gearloose and Little Bulb/Helper!! I borrowed mainly from the original comics/DT87 designs. This has been on my "to draw" list for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time!
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#my art#angie's scribbles#disney#disney birds#disney fanart#disney duckverse#duckverse#ducktales#ducktales fanart#ducktales 1987#ducktales 2017#gyro gearloose#lil bulb#little helper
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Siblings!
#4yrs au#au design#ducktales 2017#ducktales boyd#boyd drake#doofus drake#lil' bulb#ducktales robotica#id in alt text#siblings siblings siblings siblings
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The morning they're meant to leave back to Duckburg, Gyro tries his hardest to avoid Fenton.
oh my gosh y'all Im shaking I finally finished this fucking fic what
#WHAT DO I DO NOW#HELP#AAAAUGH#gyro gearloose#fenton crackshell cabrera#fenro#I started this at the beginning of december 2021. its october 2023.#guys that's like two years#b.o.y.d.#b.o.y.d. gearloose#boyd gearloose#lil bulb#lil' bulb#della duck#gandra dee#huey duck#penumbra#penny#lieutenant penumbra#dellumbra#scrooge mcduck#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#duckverse#wacky writes#AAAAAAUGHHHHHHH
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âWhat is it doing?â
#dt17#lil' bulb#the great dime chase#old crappy doodles#it'd be so natural for lil' bulb to do this#and bradford would deserve it#not woy#cw for kids#middle fingers#oh boy here I go drawing again#oh boy there I went drawing again
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Drawing with my wife and bullying Gyro, what a great day.
@annoyingpoliceglitter
#fanart#ducktales 2017#fenro#fenton crackshell cabrera#gyro gearloose#boyd gearloose#magica de spell#della duck#ducktales tezuka#inspector tezuka#webby vanderquack#lil bulb#ducktales#dt17#kitties#silly wives#violet sabrewing#black heron#ducktales black heron
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I like to think whenever Scrooge hosts a company party and invites all his employees, Gyro begrudgingly stands by Fentonâs side the entire time because heâs literally the only duck there he knows and doesnât want to look awkward standing around by himself
If Della is also there, Gyro will occasionally leave Fenton mid-sentence and just walk over to Della until heâs tired of standing next to her listening to her ramble and then go back to Fenton
#manny is the coolest member of Team Science so heâs busy interacting with everyone else#lil bulb too#ducktales headcanons#ducktales 2017#ducktales#gyro gearloose#fenton crackshell cabrera#della duck
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