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My Fair Luna
Who knew a human would get along so well with a pack of Werewolves? Not that Emma was aware that her new friends were in fact, mythical creatures.
Chapter 1
Taking a deep breath Emma held the flimsy paperwork to her chest with one arm as she opened her car door with the other.
It'd already taken her over twenty minutes just to find the administrator's office on grounds. When she first worked up the courage to apply to Camp Lobo she hadn't realized just how large the grounds were.
It was three minutes from the back roads just to make it to the grounds themselves. Then another ten minutes trying to navigate the outer buildings and cabins before she found the main hall. Which turned out to be the Dining Hall, not the admin building, but other than a few curious looks the people there pointed her to the right place.
Now here she stood in front of a set of intimidating dark oak doors wondering if she should just turn around and go back home. Apply to a library, maybe be a waitress, after all she was just as familiar with those jobs as camp work.
Without warning the door in front of her swung open, a tall slender woman looked her up and down. Her black eyes and dark hair accentuated her long nose and sharp features. Her elegant countenance was nearly the opposite of Emma.
Choppy shoulder-length dark Auburn hair framed a heart-shaped face and blue-green hazel eyes. Her short, just a few inches over five foot, her frame pudgy and round. And with the way this woman was sizing her up, what little self-confidence Emma had wilted further.
First impressions matter, she told herself as she squared her shoulders.
"Hi, I'm here to apply for the event coordinator's position. I was told this is where the offices are?" She gave the woman her best smile.
The woman blinked, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Right."
Emma fought the urge to squirm as the woman continued to just stare at her. The emotions flitting across her face indecipherable. Her nostrils even flared as if she was smelling her.
'Did I forget to put on deodorant?' She wondered.
Trying to move past the awkward moment, Emma offered her hand. "I'm Emma by the way."
If their differences weren't emphasized enough, seeing the woman's carmal tanned hand, slender and delicate, gently take her own pink hued irish pale sausage fingers further made Emma shrink mentally.
It doesn't matter...she told herself. It doesn't matter because she's just a woman like me. Not everyone has the same taste.
It didn't stop her from thinking the woman lucky. But it was a mantra she repeated to remind herself not to despair over her own self image.
"Faye." The woman, Faye, shook her hand firmly. Very firmly.
Emma held back a wince and continued to smile through her discomfort.
"Well, hello Faye. This is where the applications are right?" She asked, double checking that this was the right place.
Had she gotten turned around? No, that couldn't be. This was the only place that could be considered the main house.
In an instant Faye's demeanor completely changed. Her shoulders relaxed and the judging gaze eased into a happy, relaxed expression. Not quite a smile.
"Yes, Lu-," Faye cleared her throat. "Yes, let me show you to the Be- the head administrators office."
Emma's smile dropped behind Faye's back as she led her to the head admins office. Filing the strange hiccup away, Emma figured it was a slip up due to an inside joke or nickname. Maybe it meant something, maybe it didn't, whatever the case it wasn't any of her business.
The house had an open feel to it. The foyer, kitchen and living room were all in one enormous open area. A single set of stairs led to the second level which was completely closed off for privacy. On the other side of the stairs was a long hallway with doors on either side, each of them closed.
Following her guide back into the house, Emma began rifling through her papers and documents making sure she had everything she needed. Her nerves were starting to rise again.
There's nothing to worry about. What are they gonna do? Say no? ...say yes?
She let out a breath as Faye pulled up to a door near the back of the hall. And when her guide turned her, her polite smile easily slid back on her face.
"Thanks for the help." Instead of stepping inside to let her in, Faye began her staring again.
"Um," Emma glanced between Faye and the door. "Do I knock or just...go in?"
Faye's head cocked to the side. "You go in." She continued to stand there.
"Right...ok." Emma resigned herself to her one woman audience as she mentally prepared herself to be interviewed.
Right, just...go in.
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Rex finished denying the latest applicant. He set the paperwork down in the rejection bin a scrubbed a hand over his face.
Everyone was antsy trying to finish re-marking their territory and it didn't help that Alpha Derek, Luna Mae and Matt were still at the summit meeting with the other Alphas.
As Matt's Beta, and after his father passed, he was in charge for now. Under any other circumstances this wouldn't have happened. Usually one of the Alpha's family members, if not the Alpha himself, would stay behind and take care of pack business. But this was an unusual circumstance.
Because Matt hadn't found his mate yet. Everyone else in their age group had paired off between fifteen and eighteen. But Matt was twenty-four and still looking. That was part of the reason they were all at the meeting. Alpha and Luna Lobo were hoping that Matt would find his mate among one of the other packs.
Letting his head fall from his hands, it landed with a thud on his desk. He let out a low whine, itching to just run off for awhile. He swore the next person to walk into his office was going to get bit.
"Excuse me, are you the head administrator?" A soft female voice asked politely.
Rex felt a growl build up in his throat. ...the what? Lifting his head he aimed a glare at the woman.
To her credit, she didn't flinch under his stare. Just sat down across from his desk and gave him a sympathetic look.
"Bad day?" This human wasn't much to look at, he prepared himself to turn her down on the spot.
...and then he smelled her.
His shoulders drooped and he leaned against his desk tiredly. Even his wolf seemed to relax in her presence. She exuded calm and care.
Rex blinked and shook his head, he straightened up. Tell her to go away. She shouldn't even be on pack grounds.
"I can come back another day if that'll make anything easier." She suggested.
"No," He blurted without thinking. "That's alright. It just..." He let out a sigh.
He looked her over, confused about why this female human was different than the rest. Tell her to go away.
No, his wolf paced a little, uncomfortable with the idea.
The woman smiled gently, waiting quietly for him to speak. She went ahead and set her papers on his desk and folded her hands in her lap.
Rex sucked in a breath, ready to tell her he wasn't intrested in interviewing her.
"I'm not used to being in charge. This last week has been hell." He clicked his mouth shut. Why did you tell her that?
'She can help.' His wolf whispered.
"New to the job?" She asked.
"Not really, more like..." He bit his lip trying to figure out how to put this. "The boss and his whole family have been out of town and won't be back for another few weeks."
"And they left you in charge." She finished.
"Yeah," He grabbed her papers from his desk and glanced through them. "Oh, wow. You've...done a lot of different stuff."
Rex read down the list of previous employments. "Librarian, factory worker, fundraising coordinator, hostess and assistant cook."
She smiled and nodded. "Well, you're certainly qualified." But human..."Your help is needed pretty badly." But she's not a wolf...
...say no! This is going to get you in so much trouble!
"You're hired."
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I have a favor to ask of my readers from Define Family, or any other of my fics you guys have read...
My dad has decided to start writing and has posted it online. He's got a good story going and it's funny. It's a dark comedy with the Mafia and a cadaver.
Anyway, if any of you would be willing to try it that'd be really helpful. Please and thank you!
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What other characters would you want explored more in Encanto?
I don't think anyone explores Félix or Augústin enough. They're, in my opinion, the ones who are responsible for keeping Casita together until the movie.
It's a difficult position to be in. To support your spouse and children while trying to keep the peace with your mother in law.
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does fethry know about Abner’s personal adventures or his years in jail?
No, and both Donald and Abner have pretty strict agreement about how much he's told. Mostly because they don't want him to worry and because he's the type to follow them around making sure they're safe. In they end they'd be the ones trying to keep him from getting shot as he tries to befriend the people shooting at them.
(They don't give him enough credit though)
#donald duck#abner duck#fethry duck#ducktales#dt17#disney ducks#ao3 fanfic#ao3 author#definefamilytimeline
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what are Violet’s dads like? do they have any personalities or jobs?
I have no idea. There isn't much in Canon about them. I plan on doing a little writing for their backgrounds but I haven't made it that far yet.
I do.plan on making them friends Donald, but with all the other characters making appearances they'll probably be in the background most of the time. Bar any fluff peices involving Lena and Violet.
#definefamilytimeline#ao3 author#dt17#ducktales#ao3 fanfic#donald duck#disney ducks#lena sabrewing#violet sabrewing#violet's dads
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Hold on i was reading a question where someone asked why doesn’t Scrooge or Della know about his life and you mentioned they didn’t even know he was married?! That Daisy just came and left? Please tell me one of the kids later mentioned it to them? Or maybe their reaction to finding out he once was legally married? (Scrooge finding old legal documents, kids asking about it or them asking April, May and June who they are?)
I have plans for this. You'll just have to wait and see 😊😏
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Why did Donald and Daisy divorce?
To start off...I grew up with House of Mouse Daisy and I've never really liked her character. To me se was never right for Donald. DT17 finally changed all that and finished rounding out her character.
In my timeline I wanted to get Daisy from being that gossipy Drama Queen to the Daisy from Quack Pack mixed with DT17, but that was gonna take some growing up and as long as she had hooks in Donald that wasn't going to happen.
The short answer to this question would then be...because Donald was committed to the relationship and she wasn't. So when things got rough, she bailed.
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could I please see a one-shot of Donald, Goofy, and Launchpad eating burritos (Launchpad’s favorite food) and their talking about parenthood?
I was hit with this idea...I'll try to get to the whole parenting thing some other time, sorry.
It all started with a call from Goofy…
From there it had involved a lot of deduction and flat out guessing on Donald's part.
The morning had been suspiciously quiet until his phone rang and once the sailor answered it he understood why. In his comic existence of bad luck, only Goofy's clumsiness outshines him and often negated his own misfortune…when he was helping him that is.
"Hyuck. Hiya Donald! I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Ya see, I'm kinda in a pickle…well, it's more like I am the pickle hyuck…" He chuckled at his own joke and Donald sighed.
He let Goofy ramble in his ear as he checked the calander. Knowing Goofy, whatever favor he needed would be mute in asking by the time hee got done explaining what had delayed him in the first place.
So while he explained about his latest escapade to the grocery store involving a runaway toddler, a live rooster the butcher thought was dead, a clueless shelver whose ears were plugged as he listened to music, a rolling ladder and the domino effect…Donald realized that Goofy was late picking up Max from the Bus Stop.
And if the sounds of the police and a wailing woman in the background was any indication, then poor Max will be waiting a long time for his dad. Not that the kid, young adult, wasn't used to it and knows to stay put but…
…he was glad Goofy called him.
Donald held his hand over his phone and motioned at Launcpad to get his attention. "Can you drive down to the Bus Stop at…" Donald hoped he remembered the routes right. "...Vine and pick up a kid named Max? I need to head down to the station and pick his dad up."
"Sure Mr. D. Is this kids dad in a lot of trouble?" Launchpad looked genuinely concerned. He didn't even bat an eye at Donald's request and instead was worried about Goofy.
"No, it was just an accident. Ya see he's…clumsy." Donald finished lamely.
"Clumsy?" Launcpad echoed, not understanding.
"Yeah, like…well like you." He hoped the pilot didn't take this the wrong way. "He means well but sometimes…"
"Say no more Mr. D. I'll head out to pick him up right now." He turned to leave before facing Donald again. "Shoupd I bring him back here? Or take him to the police station?"
"Here." Donald decided. "If it changes I'll let you know."
Launcpad gave him a thumbs up before heading out. Tha kfully Max was used to his dad's driving, so hopefully Launchpad wouldn't scare him too bad.
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"Thanks again for getting me out of there Donald. I don't think my cellmate was happy to be there." Goofy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Donald rolled his eyes. When he made it down to the bullpen, more like a drunk tank, the guy they shoved Goofy in with wasn't very happy to hear about Max's fourth grade art project.
"That's putting it likely." He mumbled crossly.
"So, where's Maxie?" Goofy scratched the top of his head. "I don't see 'em?"
"I asked a friend to go pick him up while bailed you out." Donald explained as he waved Goofy into his car.
"Well gee." Goofy fell in, getting tangled in the seat belt. "He didn't have to do that-woah!"
With a twist he was sitting upright and buckled now. He let out a chuckle and Donald couldn't help but smile. He also couldn't help but wonder how Goofy stayed so cheery.
"What'd'ya suppose would be a good way to say thanks to this here fella?" Goofy asked as Donald backed out.
"I know just the thing."
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Donald had no idea how this disaster squad had come together, and he was pretty sure they shouldn't hang out too much just for the safety of the general populace. But…
…Launchpad and Goofy sat on either side of him enjoying their burritos as they sat in the park. For his part Max was sitting at a different table and Donald couldn't blame him. He was looking a little green.
"You can sit over here Maxie!" Goofy waved to him.
"With your and LP's clumsiness and my bad luck?" Donald snorted. "Let the kid have some peace."
Goofy drooped a little but relented. "Thanks again for picking him up Launchpad."
"No problem Mr. Goofy. Thanks for the burrito!"
They smiled at each other before noisy chomping down on their respective lunches, beans and cheese getting everywhere.
Donald wouldn't trade his friends for the world.
#donald duck#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#definefamilytimeline#ao3 fanfic#funny#launchpad mcquack#goofy goof#max goof
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How much do the LOT3C gang know about the rest of Donald’s family before Trial by Storm?
April, May and June know the most, being apart of the triplets lives for the first year. José and Panchito know what Donald has told them, which is essentially the state of his relationships with Della and Scrooge. Xandra doesn't know anything, Ari only knows about the kids and what they told him and Humphrey...is a reanimated bear...he's pretty simple minded.
#donald duck#ao3 fanfic#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#definefamilytimeline#april duck#may duck#june duck#the legend of the three caballeros
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May I please see a one shot of Launchpad being insulted by someone and his feelings get hurt? Donald comforts him and unleashes the infamous Duck temper on whoever hurt LP.
Oooooooo.....hmmmm. How about...
"Launchpad?" Donald paused in front of the manor as he spied the pilot moping on the front step.
"Oh," He barely looked up from the ground. "Hiya Mr. D." His usual greeting sounded odd as it was devoid of his usual cheer.
Donald debated getting involved with whatever was clearly bothering the taller duck. But knowing that the goofball would do what he could to help Donald if he thought the sailor needed it.
Sighing, Donald set down his groceries and sat beside the pilot. "So...what happened?"
"Do you think my ass is dumb?" Launchpad asked point-blank.
Donald blinked. "First of all, watch your language. You hang out with my kids. Second of all, your "butt" doesn't have a brain so it can neither be smart or dumb. And third...why? Just....why?"
"Is a- um that A word a bad word?" He asked, avoiding answering the question.
"It's a rude word.and the boys aren't allowed to use it till they're old." Donald crossed his arms. "Now, who told you that word?"
"Well..." Launchpad rubbed the back of his neck. "I was in the store to pick up some more applejacks when I accidentally knocked over a display. I said I was sorry and tried to help the guy put it back but..."
He looked away with a frown.
"I kept knocking all the cans over again. I told him I'd put it back up for him but he said to "get my shit and leave, dumb...butt"."
Donald felt his anger rise to a simmer. He didn't even reprimand Launchpad, he couldn't even reprimand Launchpad. He was just repeating what had been said to him.
"It's OK bud. Some people just have bad days and they get angry. It doesn't make it ok for them to take it out on someone whose trying to help them." Launchpad was already brightening up. "But remember, it's also not your fault."
Launchpad smiled at him. "Thanks Mr. D."
"Why don't you go in and check on the kids." He tried to make sure the talker duck couldn't see his clenched fists. "I'll be in, in a minute."
Of course, that was a bold face lie. In reality, he was about to turn someone's bad day into a nightmare.
#donald duck#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 fanfic#ao3 author#definefamilytimeline#launchpad mcquack
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could I please see a one shot of Mrs. Beakley being a mother figure to Donald and Della (as children and adults)?
I've never really seen DT17 Beakley as...motherly...exactly. And in my AU she's not around until they're more...late teens early twenties. But...here we go...
"What are you doing?"
Donald fell over with a yelp, bandages wrapping around his legs as he accidentally kicks the open peroxide bottle into the bathroom sink..
Beakley took this all in stride, including the bruises and on his arms and chest that he'd been trying to clean.
While he was on the tile, no doubt swearing angrily under his breath, she caught the bottle in the sink before it could empty too much of its contents. "Would you like some assistance?"
The newly turned 19 year old glared up at her. "No thank you." He ground out looking tired.
Scrooge had told Bentina that Donald didn't get along with many people but he hadn't said anything about getting bullied.
No matter. She'd help clean him up and then help him clean up if he needed it. Even if she would only be able to scare whatever hooligans were responsible for this.
Donald sighed as he gave up fighting against the white bandages restraining him. Of all the people to catch him patching himself up after a patrol, Beakley wasn't the worst. Hopefully the old spy would just think he was clumsy or something like that.
A knock interrupted their peace. "Hey Beakly!?" Della yelled through the door. "Have you seen my scarf?!"
"Here," Large but gentle hands loosened his constraints. "It'll be easier of someone else does this for you."
He was too tired to argue. So he let the new housekeeper gentle clean and bandage his injuries as he sat slumped on the edge of the tub.
"Have you looked in the laundry hamper?!" Bentina yelled back.
"No." They could hear her retreating footsteps as she ran down the hall.
Beakley finished up wrapping his knuckles. "There, now..." She stood. "I believe some rest is in order."
Donald rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He was pretty sure they both knew he wasn't going to "rest".
Rushing footsteps could be heard in the hall. "I found it!" Della yelled. "Thanks Beakley!"
"You're welcome!" Della was gone before she finished.
Bentina shook her head, looked back at Donald one last time, sighed and quietly left the bathroom.
Donald slowly stood and headed for his room.
"Don't think I won't be checking on you young man." Bentina called out behind him making him jump.
He couldn't decide if it was nice ro have someone care, or annoying that he'd have to be more careful about hiding his injuries.
#donald duck#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#ao3 fanfic#definefamilytimeline#mrs beakley#bentina beakley
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Could you please write a one-shot of a mutual friendship between Donald and Launchpad?….and could you end it with Donald giving LP a friendly noogie?
Beakley was going to kill him.
The kitchen was an absolute mess. Batter caked, no pun intended, every available surface within the room. In the middle of the chaos was Launchpad, with a bowl upside down on his head.
"Hey," He slipped in the batter on the floor as he tried to make his way toward Donald. "Mr...woah..." he righted himself. "Hey Mr. D!"
"...Launchpad..." Donald acknowledged him with a nod. How does he always end up with clumsy nitwits? "What are you doing?"
"Well..."
"Stop." Donald held up a hand. "Nevermind."
He walked past the disaster pilot and began gathering ingredients from the fridge.
"Uhhh..." Launchpad watched him as he pulled out a bowl and rubber spatula. "What are you doing?"
"Baking a cake." Donald said simply. "That's what you were trying to do right?"
Donald had no time to duck away from the large fist that noogied cake batter into his feathers as his Uncle's strangest employee grabbed him with glee.
"Aw thank Mr. D!" He dropped him bake to the floor with a plop.
He refrained from telling the jolly large duck that he was only doing this so he'd get out of the kitchen so Donald could clean up before Beakley came back and blamed him for the mess.
Launchpad kept up constant chatter as he followed Donald around the kitchen, reminding Donald of Dewey when he was younger. He certainly had the same attention span as he had to stop the bigger bird from touching the hot pan as he removed the baked good from the oven.
Handing him the bowl and spatula to lick seemed to distract him enough while Donald iced the thing. It was all so...normal for him, it was actually kind of nice to have Launchpad's company. As long he wasn't trying to make a bigger mess of Donald's feathers.
The moment he was finished with the cake Launcpad stuck a handleful of candles in it and proceeded to sing Happy Birthday to himself as he lit them.
The small smile that had been on Donald's face fell. Did no one else know?
Blowing out his candles, Launchpad wasted no time digging into his cake. "Mmmm." He hummed and licked his beak. "Vanilla."
"Launchpad." Donald called to him and motioned for him to bend down so Donald could tell him something. "Closer." Launcpad bent a little lower and as quickly as he could Donald gave him a noogie, smearing cake batter into his hair.
Launchpad stood up and stared at him a moment before laughing.
"Happy Birthday Launchpad."
#donald duck#launchpad mcquack#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#ao3 fanfic#definefamilytimeline
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did April may and June know about the rest of Donald’s family before they met? What is the age gap between them and Huey, Dewey and Louie?
The girl's are about 17yrs older than the boys and yes. They helped Donald for about the first year but the strain of taking care of essentially six kids wears on a budget, that one of the reasons they signed up for the military at 18.
#donald duck#ao3 fanfic#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#april duck#definefamilytimeline#may duck#june duck
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Please a memory between Dewey and Donald before the show..🥰
They were so, so....tiny! Donald couldn't believe how much the boys had grown in the last year and yet they were still so small. He could hold all three of them in one arm and he often did just so he could get things done. He's become scarily proficient at doing things one handed.
Some things however required two though, no matter how much he tried. So reluctantly he had to find a way to put the boys down without their protests.
Huey seemed fine on his own with a book containing plenty of pictures. Louie did ok so long as the show he watched grabbed his attention within the first few minutes. But Dewey...nothing held his attention for long except for Donald himself.
As long as his middle child was being held or being watched by Donald he was alright. Dewey even held entire conversations with him while he did dishes or cleaned. The duckling waddled around behind him for hours babbling and then, when he began learning words, began to string them together for hours on end.
Donald would humm and react as the story's would progress, making sure Dewey had enough attention to continue on. It was his favorite, most frustrating thing Dewey ever did.
He missed it.
By the time the boys were in Kindergarten Dewey had found someone else to talk to. Of course he still fell into the habit of babbling and telling Donald everything that happened throughout his day when he came home but...once he went to grade school...little by little he just...stopped talking to his Uncle.
Dewey found other people to talk to, to interact with and Donald was grateful. Dewey deserved to have friends and people to spend time with. But Donald couldn't help but miss being the person he would tell everything to.
Now a days...he doesn't tell him anything.
(Sorry about the angst, it kinda snuck in there)
#donald duck#ao3 fanfic#ducktales#disney ducks#dt17#ao3 author#definefamilytimeline#huey dewey and louie
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Do the kids know that abner betrayed Donald? Does Louie feel guilty that he convinced Donald to help his cousin and could be one of the reasons Donald got shot?
No, they don't know. And that's one of the main reasons Donald doesn't want to tell them.
They know something is up, especially Louie, so they're wary around him. But as far as they know it's because something "bad" happened between them. That, and because April, May and June don't like him.
#donald duck#ao3 fanfic#ducktales#disney ducks#ao3 author#dt17#april duck#definefamilytimeline#may duck#june duck#huey dewey and louie
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How does Abner and Donald deal with the aftereffects of killing someone, even in self defense?
For Abner it's a little more straightforward. He doesn't think about it. His attitude is defensive, "It was him or me and he's a bad guy so..."
But it's difficult for Donald. He spent most of his time as PK defending people. Then as Double Duck he spent time running and hiding from people than anything as he gathered intel. But the Navy taught him how to take out targets.
So he disassociates from the situation to come to terms with it. Obviously they're bad guys, but they didn't deserve to die, but of they had lived then Donald could be dead. For the sake of his loved ones that he needs to go home to he does it, because they need him. As long as they need him, he'd do anything.
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