❝ Unlevitate the guitar right now. ❞ Donald squints at his sibling, wand pointed in her direction. [ bbys for the switched au u-u] / @rcwrittcn​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      There’s a smirk on  Della’s  face  as  she  stares  right  back  at  Donald,  holding  back  her  laugh.  He  just  got  so  worked  up!  Her  eyes  leave  his  for  a  moment,  looking  at  the  wand  in  his  hand  &&  then  up  to  the  floating  guitar.  

                                  ❛  && what if I don’t? Whatcha gonna do, Donnie?  ❜

               "Hey Della." Yes, he's absolutely supposed to be in prison right now. But he's not. Thanks for that, Bradford. "I've missed you." / @tunnagan​ | unprompted. 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Hearing the sound of  his  voice  made  Della  tense  up  almost  immediately.  She  hadn’t  seen  Taurus  since  before  the  St.  Canard  disaster  &&  truly,  she  didn’t  want  to.  This  was  mainly  because  she  had  no  idea  how  to  face  him  after  what  he  did.  Sure,  she  needed  the  closure,  but  something  just  held  her  back.  How  would  she  react?  She  guessed  there  was  no  choice  now.  No  more  trying  to  figure  it  out.  He  was  here  now.  

                                  ❛  Aren’t you supposed to be in jail?  ❜

            Well, that was one  way  to  start  this  conversation.  Maybe  not  the  best  but  it’s  where  they  were  now.  She  sighed  &&  decided  to  try   again.  

                                  ❛  What are you doing here?  ❜

            There. That was much  better.  Still  straight  to  the  point,  but  they’d  have  a  conversation,  at  least.  

“Are you really so immature that you’re still mad at me?” Gyro half glared into the monitor. Trying to reinitiate contact with Della and her infuriating husband was probably a bad idea, but it wasn’t as though Nikola was here to stop him. “How do you think this story ends?” (Yeet some H&V) / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Talking to Gyro today  was  not  something  Della  saw  coming.  They’d  left  things  on  a  pretty  sour  note.  Was  he  insane?  To  call  up  to  the  Iron  Vulture  just  to  talk  to  her?  She  just  didn’t  understand  why.  As  far  as  she  was  concerned,  their  friendship  was  over.  But  now  he  had  the  audacity  to  call  her  up  &&  insult  her?  

                                  ❛  Are you kidding me? Obviously I’m still mad at you! You don’t get to call me up && say that I’m immature. I thought I made it clear that we are no longer friends. That’s it, that’s where the story ends, Gyro. You have your life && I have mine. We don’t have to be part of each other’s anymore.  ❜

               "Hey there pretty lady." (SB eyyy) / @tunnagan​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She could feel the  smile  tugging  at  her  face  when  she  heard  his  voice.  He  was  too  sweet  &&  that  nickname  never   failed  to  make  her  feel  warm.  Well,  maybe  she  was  getting  ahead  of  herself.  They’d  only  been  on  two  official dates.  But  she  was  enjoying  the  time  spent  with  him --  that  was  what  really  mattered,  right?  Right.  

                                  ❛  Hey, Sydney. Fancy meeting you here. You following me? You know you can just call if you wanna see me.  ❜

            She joked with him,  the  grin  making  that  obvious.  

               "You know when my darling Louie told me that I would be meeting his family, he didn't mention that his mother was so exquisite." Peter takes Della's hand and kisses the back of it before straightening up again.                  His arm returned to wrap around Louie. Who smiled at Della from his side before hugging his mom. "Mom, this is my fiance Peter. I told you he'd be joining us this week so you all can get to know him better before we get married." / @decanard​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Right off the bat,  Della  did  not  like  this.  But  maybe,  maybe  she  was  just  being  an  overprotective  parent.  Maybe  her  gut  feeling  was  wrong.  It  was  all  just  little  things  that  she  noticed  --  a  few  things  not  adding  up.  However,  she  was  going  to  give  this  entire  situation  the  benefit  of  the  doubt.  She  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  show  that  she  had  any  negative  feelings  about  this.  

            So when Peter kissed  her  hand,  she  offered  him  a  small  smile,  nodding  at  the  young  man  politely  before  hugging  Louie.  She  could  keep  her  composure.  Maybe  she’d  be  able  to  talk  to  her  son  privately  later  on.  

                                  ❛  Right, right - of course! It’s nice to meet you, Peter. I hope you’re ready for a week in the life of the Duck family!  ❜

               " Do you even know who our dad is? " [ fr. huey <3 ] / @dollhousemuses​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She was going to  do  her  very  best  to  not  take  his  tone  too  personally.  Her  face  did  fall,  however.  Della  fully  understood  his  tone.  The  accusatory  one,  like  she  for  some  reason  didn’t  know  the  answer.  Of  course  she  knew!  She  was  so  painfully  aware  of  who  their  father  was.  

                                  ❛  I do. Do you want me to tell you about him?  ❜

"I don't suppose you're open to a chat?" Scrooge's voice rose at the end of the question, adding emotion to his otherwise tired deadpan at having already dealt for longer than he wanted to with the maddening malevolent melodies of the damned sky pirates. But this was family. That changed things. / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Today was just going  to  be  another  day.  That’s  what  Della  wanted:  a  nice,  normal  day  in  the  life  of  a  sky  pirate  co-captain.  Their  route  was  set  &&  she’d  already  made  her  plans  for  taking  the  triplets  to  Louie’s  Place  at  the  end  of  the  day.  It’d  been  awhile  since  she’d  taken  them  there  for  ice  cream,  so  she  was  looking  forward  to  it!  

            There was no way  for  her  to  guess  that  her  uncle  would  have  been  flying  over  Cape  Suzette  today.  She  didn’t  keep  tabs  on  him  --  in  all  honesty,  she  did  her  best  to  block  anything  to  do  with  her  estranged  family  from  her  mind  entirely.  So  this  caught  her  off  guard.  Standing  in  front  of  Scrooge  now,  Della  felt  a  lump  forming  in  her  throat  &&  was  honestly  stunned  silent.  

                                  ❛  I --  ❜  Finally,  she  regained  composure.  ❛  No. I don’t want to have a chat. Especially not with you.  ❜

               "Sorry! Sorry." Laurel wakes up with a start, apologising instinctively. She shouldn't be asleep at work. She shouldn't be asleep if Kurt is talking to her. Or even if he's there. She knows better than to still trust him. But he's not there, and she's not at work, and... oh. Della. Della's here.

"I was asleep on your shoulder, wasn't I? Sorry. I'm sure I was listening to you, and then... you know how it is. Three jobs and a son. And you have such a nice voice, and... yeah. Sorry. I'm glad I'm with you, though. Always glad to be with you."

((she's tired and apologetic but here she is!!!)) / @calvinsocs​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She’d noticed that Laurel  had  fallen  asleep  while  she  was  talking,  but  it  didn’t  bother  her.  Clearly,  she  was  tired  &&  needed  the  rest.  So  she  kept  talking  until  she  was  sure  Laurel  was  sound  asleep  &&  then  just  sat  there,  content  to  let  her  rest.  Della  could  just  mess  around  on  her  phone  until  she  got  too  tired  as  well.  

            Della was slightly startled  by  Laurel’s  sudden  apology,  but  frowned  when  she  processed  it  all.  Why  was  she  sorry?  

                                  ❛  Hey, there’s no need to apologize! You were tired && I totally get that. I was just rambling anyway. You just rest if that’s what you need. I’ll be here.  ❜

               The lab is empty... for now, and Fenton breathes a sigh of relief at that fact. Hurrying inside, gaze frantically scanning in case he missed sight of a bulb or formerly stone-headed horse, he reaches one of the many first aid kits lying around. Groaning when it is depleted of bandages, he tosses it aside and grabs another one. ONE of these has to have enough to wrap up his arm before it can be seen...

 The last thing he needs is someone asking about the bruises showing up, large and blotchy and suspiciously in the form of a Harsh Grip. 

 Frantically looking through the kit, Fenton doesn't even noticed when he's no longer alone. - (*D A B S*) / @ducktales-wco-oo​​ | unprompted. 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della wasn’t originally going  to  stop  by,  but  she  figured  why  not?  She  could  surprise  Gyro  &&  Fenton  both!  Well,  it  wouldn’t  be  that  much  of  a  surprise.  She  came  to  the  lab  far  too  often.  No  matter!  She  was  going  to  go  anyway.  

            It was eerily quiet  when  she  got  there  which  immediately  told  her  that  Gyro  at  least  wasn’t  there.  But  someone  was,  judging  by  the  lights  that  were  on.  When  she  spotted  Fenton,  she  approached  him  without  hesitation.  

                                  ❛  Hey Fenton! I just thought I’d drop by && --  ❜  She  paused  then,  eyes  immediately  drawn  to  the  bruise  on  his  arm.  Her  sentence  dies,  Della  instead  just  stepping  toward  her  friend,  an  eyebrow  raised.

                                  ❛  What happened? Here, let me help you wrap that up.  ❜

“Oh… I- you’re… here?” Darcie stayed frozen on the doorstep of the mansion, staring in shock at her sister. She shouldn’t have come, she’d thought she could start off small with Uncle Scrooge but now Della was here and alive and she had to go. Immediately. “You’re probably busy, I’m just gonna…” / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      When Della opened the  door,  she  did  not  expect  to  see  Darcie  standing  there.  It’d  been  years  since  she  saw  her  sister.  Honestly,  when  she  came  home,  it  had  come  as  a  shock  to  her  that  the  boys  didn’t  know  who  Darcie  was.  But  Della  decided  not  to  worry  about  all  of  that  right  now.  Right  now,  she  had  her  sister  in  front  of  her  &&  all  she  wanted  was  to  hug  her.  

                                  ❛  Darcie! No, no of course I’m not busy! Especially not for you, how are you? I missed you so much!  ❜

            There was no way  she  was  letting  Darcie  leave  right  now.  She  had  definitely  caught  the  look  on  her  face  &&  the  usual  signs.  But  she  wasn’t  going  to  bring  attention  to  it.  

               ❝ Heeeeeeeey... Aren't you Scrooge McLame's like- daughter or something? ❞ Mark says in a drawn-out voice, coffee in one hand and whipped cream on his beak as he regards the duck. Wiping it off as he comes over before any chance of prompting, he continues, ❝ I don't really know how the whole, eh- fam works... Except that it's HELLA big and probs responsible for a loooooooot of lawsuits. Am i rite, or what? ❞ - (*shoves a Parrot*) / @ducktales-wco-oo​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      All Della wanted was  a  nice  cup  of  coffee.  Of  course  she  recognized  Mark  Beaks.  He’d  been  pointed  out  to  her  a  few  times  by  now  &&  she’d  met  him  before.  She  understood  completely  why  people  didn’t  like  him.  Despite  knowing  exactly  who  was  talking  to  her,  Della  just  gave  him  a  blank  stare,  as  if  she  was  trying  to  figure  out  who  he  was.  

                                  ❛  I’m his niece, actually. But nice try. Also, sorry, who are you again?  ❜

"you know, I never thought Gandra would go for a mother of three." Corben says. He clearly looks unimpressed. "full of surprises now, isn't she?"  / @clucktales​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Well, right off the  bat  that  was  a  red  flag  to  Della.  She  didn’t  know  who  this  guy  was  but  clearly  he  knew  Gandra --  unless..  This  had  to  be  her  ex.  It  put  Della  on  high  alert,  the  duck  stiffening  suddenly.  She  wasn’t  afraid,  but  she  wouldn’t  underestimate  him  either.  But  things  hadn’t  escalated  yet  &&  she  wasn’t  going  to  be  the  one  to  do  it,  even  if  him  knowing  these  things  meant  that  he’d  been  watching.  That  meant  she  needed  to  warn  Gandra  about  him.  From  what  she’d  been  told  about  her  past  relationship,  she  never  wanted  him  to  be  near  her  again.

                                  ❛  If that surprises you, then maybe you don’t know her as well as you think you do, buddy.  ❜

"Mom...can I sleep in here with you tonight?" (Louie @ DeI) / @decanard​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      It’s already pretty late  &&  Del  was  attempting  to  get  some  sleep.  Attempting  being  the  key  word.  She  just  couldn’t  get  any  sleep  no  matter  how  she  tried.  It  was  when  she  heard  Louie’s  voice  that  she  sat  up  in  bed  &&  gave  him  a  small  smile.  

                                  ❛  Of course you can, sweetheart. Is everything alright?  ❜

               “The worst influence in your children’s lives, Delaney, is you. Have you considered that? The only reason they continue to be taken from each other and from you is that you try to take them away from their true purpose.” Bradford shook his head. “They’ll be happier if you swallow your pride and admit you’ve been wrong to fight against us.” (Taken AU) / @tunnagan​ | FUCKING UNCALLED FOR

▬▬▬ ☾☆      His words hit her  hard.  Deep  down,  she  knew  this  was  a  manipulation  tactic.  This  was  what  she’d  been  dealing  with  from  the  Director  for  more  than  half  of  her  life.  She’d  been  fighting  constantly  to  get  her  kids  out  of  FOWL,  to  even  just  see  her  kids  more  than  she  was  currently  able  too.  If  Della  was  being  honest,  she  was  tired.  Tired  of  fighting,  tired  of  seeing  her  kids  unhappy,  tired  of  everything.  

            Maybe Bradford was right.  Maybe  things  would  be  easier  &&  the  boys  would  be  happier  if  she  just  stopped  fighting  against  FOWL.  All  she  wanted  was  to  see  her  boys,  to  be  the  mother  they  deserved  to  have.  She  had  already  failed  them  in  so  many  ways.  She  was  tired  of  failing  them.

                                  ❛  You’re right.  ❜

"DELLA!" The voice is easily recognizable- who could ever mistake Launchpad? But he sounds less himself and instead somewhere between wildly confused and mildly concerned. "Della I gotta ask- should I care if you care that I dated a mermaid one time?!" / @calisotamuses​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della looked up at  Launchpad  when  she  heard  his  voice,  confusion  clear  on  her  face  at  the  question.  Was  he  being  serious?  With  LP,  she  could  never  really  tell  when  she  should  or  shouldn’t  take  him  seriously. 

                                  ❛  Uhh, no? Why would I care if you dated --  ❜  She  paused  then,  the  realization  hitting  her  about  the  second  half  of  his  sentence.  Immediately,  she  felt  nauseous.  

                                  ❛  Wait, you dated a mermaid? Eww--  ❜

               " We need to talk about Uncle Scrooge. " (Donald, le switched au 😔 before everything went wrong) / @rcwrittcn​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Donald’s words didn’t come  as  a  surprise  to  her.  She  knew  that  this  was  coming.  Their  uncle’s  behavior  had  been  increasingly  concerning  &&  if  they  didn’t  do  something  soon,  who  knew  what  would  happen.  So,  Della  sighed  &&  put  the  blanket  back  over  her  eggs  so  that  they’d  be  warm  before  turning  around  to  look  at  her  brother.  

                                  ❛  You’re right. We do. Things are getting out of hand && fast. So let’s talk.  ❜