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Tony came to Stephen’s door early one morning. Earlier than Tony Stark is normally awake.

When he opened the door to the Sanctum Stephen was just walking down the stairs in a dark blue untied silk robe and silk pajama pants. His hair was a mess and he looked like he had just climbed out of bed.

Tony looked at him for a moment before starting to second-guess himself, and then he forced the words out.

“You free tonight?”

It almost sounded like a demand and Stephen just chuckled in a sleepy tone that had Tony wanting to hear that sound more often.

“Depends on why you’re asking?”

Stephen asked as he looked at Tony once he was fully down the stairs. Tony again just stared for a moment.

“Oh yeah, well see I have dinner plans tonight but no one to go with. So I was wondering if you’d join me?”

He asked quickly, just blurting it out before he retreated back into his workshop.

Stephen just yawned a bit.

“Sure. We can go. Just tell me what time alright?”

Tony nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Six pm. I’ll be here to get you at five thirty.”

With that, Tony left quickly and Stephen just smirked. He caught the pink tint to Tony’s cheeks and knowing he’d flustered the man was a pretty big ego boost.

By the time five pm even came close Tony had gone through everything. The weather, drive time, meal and drink choices, busy times, and so on. He was very eager to hopefully leave a good impression on Stephen for their first date. Wait was this a date? Or an outing? Or something else? He realized he hadn’t even actually told Stephen it was a date!

By five twenty-five pm, Tony was at the Sanctum in one of his fancy white 2016 Audi R8 V10 Plus. Stephen came outside in a red turtleneck and a dark blue jacket. He looked comfortable. Tony wore a brown turtle neck and a darker brown jacket.

He watched as Stephen got into the car and put his seatbelt on.

Tony smiled a bit and looked at him.

“Hang on tight doc.”

He drove off, though not as fast as Stephen was expecting, and honestly he was very glad for it.

The ride was kind of awkward on Tony’s end as Stephen mostly stared out the window.

“It’s going to rain.”

Stephen pointed out and Tony just nodded.

“Yeah. But don’t worry I got an umbrella.”

He promised as he pulled into a little Chinese-style restaurant. Or was it Japanese? Tony forgot. He was too hyper-focused on everything else.

The date itself was casual and honestly rather nice.

Small talk, friendly banter, and some jabs here and there bounced between both men.

Tony however slipped up.

“You know, this has to be one of the best date I think I’ve ever been on.”

Stephen looked at him for a moment, and Tony suddenly realized what he had said.

Stephen looked away hiding the slight look of slight discomfort. Secretly maybe he was a bit jealous. Okay, it wasn’t a secret but who cared? And Tony instantly realized he’d screwed up. Yeah, it wasn’t a very good idea to bring up past lovers during a first date that his partner didn’t even know was a date.

Good job Tony.

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(Part One of Two)

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Tony realized he had screwed up by mentioning that this was one of the best dates he’d ever been on. Stephen hadn’t mentioned his past dates or lovers once. He quickly entered problem-solving mode.

“Hey- listen I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that! I swear. I meant that…I mean I…”

He sighed a bit and looked at Stephen.

“I haven’t been on a date since before me and Pepper broke up…and I’m sorry for bringing it up. Just-“

Stephen shook his head a bit.

“Don’t apologize it’s not your fault. To be fair I haven’t gone on a date since before my accident. So I know how you feel…”

Tony looked at Stephen for a moment then gently took hold of his hand.

“Well then, let’s make this one special.”

He suggested. And somehow that worked. He definitely didn’t think it would but when it did it shocked and excited Tony.

They spent another two hours eating and talking. Now fully talking about their exs. How Pepper would scold Tony for being in the workshop too long and not keeping up with his inventions, which was totally fine. How Christine would say they were something special one moment then say they weren’t lovers the next. And how both girls seemed to have issues with how the other man acted.

They bonded over that more than they should have. Laughing at stories the other told. And surprisingly both men were completely sober still.

Stephen half expected Tony to have downed a bottle or two of sake by the end.

By the time they got up, they both realized the restaurant was closing in barely ten minutes. Tony paid the bill and left a generous tip for everyone there at that time before he left.

Rain had started falling. And honestly, it seemed so peaceful. Tony grabbed the umbrella from his coat pocket, thankful it was a compact one. He opened it and shielded Stephen with it. Though Stephen took the umbrella and looked at Tony.

“Think your car would survive if we took a small walk?”

He asked, wanting an excuse to prolong the date. And instantly Tony nodded.

“Yeah. It’s waterproof and theft-proof. Jarvis could drive it home if I want him to.”

Stephen just chuckled a bit and they began their walk.

Tony half expected to continue the conversation. But when they walked mostly in silence the only sound being the sound of the rain against the umbrella he realized that’s what he needed most.

The walk lasted about thirty minutes before they came to rest beneath a small bridge section.

Tony looked up at Stephen just as the man spoke.

“Thanks for tonight. I needed to get out of the Sanctum.”

He smiled softly. And Tony just nodded.

“Yeah, I needed to get out of the workshop, too. DUM-E said I started to stink.”

He teased and Stephen just laughed Tony did too.

After another few minutes of silence, and an odd feeling of being drawn to each other Tony looked up at Stephen again, tucking a strand of silver hair behind the man’s ear. And Stephen didn’t miss the chance he leaned forward slightly, giving Tony the chance to decline. But he didn’t. He met Stephen halfway.

That kiss was secretly one of Tony’s favorite kisses in his life. But he wasn’t going to say that after slipping up during dinner. Though Stephen would have agreed this time.

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(Part Two of Two of First Date)

jollude

So in a parrot facebook group, someone shared this adorable photo:

And being in duck hell the past week, all I could think of was this, so I had to draw it.

It had to exist.

mighty-ant

dorkules and 6, if you’re still doing them?

6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

For Storkules, there was no greater sight than witnessing Donald wake in the morning.

As a demigod, Storkules didn’t require much sleep, and could go days at a time without rest. But if a nightly respite meant having Donald in his arms, trusting Storkules to safeguard him in these hours of vulnerability, then by Hephaestus’ hammer, he would sleep like mortals did.

Storkules rose as the sun did, which he learned was uncommon for most mortals, Donald especially. So instead of rising from his bedchambers, Storkules relaxed in his berth and held Donald even closer to his heart, taking great care not to wake him prematurely.

There was much to be said for the mortal custom of “napping,” where neither fully roused nor fully in slumber, he was able to savor the warmth of Donald’s body against his own without returning to Morpheus’ realm.

Soon Donald began to stir, shifting beside him and making small sounds of discontentment.

Waking, Storkules knew, was sometimes trying for Donald. This was especially true after a lengthy day spent adventuring. So Storkules did as any good suitor would and helped facilitate Donald’s return to the waking world as best he could.

Donald stretched, yawning, and Storkules tilted his head to avoid the hand that would’ve hit his jaw.

“Good morrow, dearest Donald,” Storkules greeted softly, once he was certain Donald could hear him.

Hiding his face in Storkules’ shoulder, Donald grumbled something that might have been, “goo’ mor’.”

Storkules smiled. He nuzzled along the side of Donald’s head with his beak, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Donald turned his head to give Storkules better access, though his eyes remained resolutely closed. He sighed as Storkules kissed a line down his cheek and along the side of his beak. He turned his head just so, meeting Storkules in a kiss that never failed to take his breath away.

When that kiss ended another began, bleeding into one after the other, all soft and slow and tender in the early morning light. Finally Donald tucked his head beneath Storkules’ chin, and sighed contentedly.

“’M still not gettin’ out of bed,” he mumbled.

Storkules chuckled, gathering Donald close in his arms. “As long as you are with me, my Pythias, wherever we are is made more splendid than the Elysian Plain.”

“Stop tha’,” Donald murmured, “you don’ get be so rom’tic in the mor’in.”

“My love and respect for you know no bounds, and when I am with you there is little I can do—”

Donald lifted his head long enough to silence Storkules with a long, slow kiss, made all the more overwhelming by the press of Donald’s hands against his chest.

Storkules was left speechless, and Donald tucked himself back under his chin with a small, satisfied sound.

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Damon and Pythias

Storkules seeks Donald out in the wake of the moonvasion.

Almost the entirety of the city has turned out for a rousing bacchanalia, celebrating their victory and reunion with those they thought lost. It is well into late evening and the bay is still in the process of defrosting, but light and laughter spills out of taverns and homes alike, and the sound gladdens Storkules’ heart even as he wars with worry.

The grounds of the mansion are perhaps even more alive than the town, and remind him of the McDuck Christmas parties he used to receive yearly invitations to, until the tragedy of a decade ago. There are mechanical lanterns drifting every which way, which he attributes to Dr. Gearloose due to how they go out of their way to bump into partygoers’ heads. Tables and grills have been set up and smoke and conversation drift into the air, up to the stars that are just where they should be.

Storkules spots people he knows, and many he does not; Fenton (who he has been instructed to pretend he doesn’t know is Gizmoduck), the formidable Officer Cabrera, and Dr. Gearloose among the former.

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"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are" with Donald and Storkules?

(I’ve never written Storkules before, so I decided to try it out! I hope I didn’t get anything too out of character.)

“Friend Donald!”

Donald sighed when he heard his voice. “Hey, Storkules,” Donald deadpanned. “What is it that you want?”

“What, can I not just come over and visit?” Storkules inquired. Donald didn’t answer, and just gave a shrug. “Well friend, as I wondering if you wished to join me in some games!”

Donald looked up at him, slightly glaring. “What type of games?”

“Well, your sister Della and my sister decided on playing their own version of the Olympic Games, and I thought that it would be glorious if you join in with us!”

Donald sighed. “I don’t know, I’m not really feeling up for it right now-”

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? They look quite beautiful today,” Storkules interrupted, with a smile. Donald stared for a few moments, and shook his head, a small smile forming.

“Fine,” he said, “I guess I’ll join.”

“Oh, you will?” Storkules said, lighting up. “Thank you, friend Donald!” Giving him a bone crushing hug, Donald chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just put me down, before you kill me.” Putting him down, Storkules, just smiled.

“I will go fetch my sister,” he said, and Storkules left. Shaking his head, Donald laughed. He guessed Storkules wasn’t so bad.

bigturtl

i wish launchpad was real so i could give him a big hug

donaldtheduckdad

Storkules has definitely asked if someone thought that Donald would like the hide of the Hydra he slain in his honor as a gift.

Storkules didn’t even ask, he straight up went for it.

You know that if you cut one of the Hydra’s several heads off, it grows two new heads instead? And there is just one head that is truly immortal? That’s the head Storkules got in the end. He dedicatedly wrapped the head like a present, put a nice bow on it, got some of the nice flowers that grow around the Olympus, and gave Donald the present.

Donald, unwrapping the gift and finding the still moving and hissing head of a serpent-like monster in it, fainted. Storkules thought that’s a good sign.

“YOUR EMOTIONS ARE CLEARLY OVERWHELMING YOU, FOR I CANNOT BLAME YOU! I SLAINED THIS HIDEOUS HYDRA IN YOUR HONOR, THIS IMMORTAL HEAD SYMBOLIZES MY IMMORTAL, INFINITE ADORATION AND DEDICATION I FEEL FOR YOU, MY BEST FRIEND!”

Weak duck noises coming from Donald.

jadeyarts

i love a greek bird!!!

based-ducks

They're in love jessica.

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Ducktober/Duckvember Day 14 - Alternate Universe

Hi! Well, I love AUs, so I had a blast trying to come up with one here! The AU part isn’t obvious at first, but you’ll see quickly what it’s about. Be warned that this chapter mentions a main character’s death, and its tone is far heavier than previous entries. With that being said, I hope you enjoy!

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It’s 9 pm when Donald gives a kiss on each of the triplets’ foreheads. It’s a bit late for them, he knows it, but he had to work overtime today to fill in for a coworker who had called in sick (when Donald knew said coworker actually went for an extended weekend vacation in Florida). The triplets are sharing the same bed, tucked under two blankets, so they can keep each other warm. The winter is particularly cruel this year, and the boat’s walls aren’t enough to prevent its freezing bite from reaching the Duck family. But the ducklings will be alright: they have each other and a comfortable, pleasantly warm bed their uncle made sure to heat before bedtime, thanks to bottles filled with hot water.

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