#delpad day

[miyakoriee]

after being gone for so long, i think mom duck will become a selfie momma/? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[donaldtheduckdad]

Green shirt buddies 💚

Happy Delpad Day!

[iamthehousethatfloats]

It’s Delpad Day and I didn’t know I shipped them but apparently I do.

The ratio of Delpad to Scroldie is seriously unbalanced but I mean, it’s me so it was always going to be. This is set in an indeterminate future where The Last McDuck is done and everyone’s miraculously happy and Della’s back and Lena and Dickie are there too.

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‘Oh wow, I didn’t see that coming,’ Goldie commented from her spot by the window.

Scrooge glanced up from the financial paper he was leafing through in bed.

‘What’s that?’ He asked, absently. Goldie looked back at him over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she braided her blonde hair.

‘Oh nothing,’ she shrugged, innocently. ‘Just your pair of adorable pilots canoodling in the cockpit of a biplane in your driveway.’

‘WHAT?’ Scrooge leapt three feet in the air and fell right out of the bed. The sheets tangled around him as he struggled to escape, and Goldie just watched him with an amused look on her face.

Scrooge escaped the prison of his own sheets and scrambled to his feet, crossing the room in three bounds and pushing past Goldie to press his face up against the glass.

‘Oi!’ Scrooge shouted, yammering a fist against the window. Launchpad and Della leapt apart and looked up at the window, from which Scrooge glared and Goldie grinned over his shoulder.

Scrooge threw the window open and leaned out, shaking a fist in the air. Goldie grabbed the back of his robe lest he actually fall out.

‘Launchpad!’ He yelled. ‘Get your mangy mitts off of my niece or you’re fired!’

‘Yessir Mr McDee sir! Sorry sir!’ Launchpad saluted and side stepped as far away from Della as he could. Della, on the other hand, clenched her fists.

‘Get your butt back here, McQuack,’ she snapped. Launchpad looked utterly torn, he didn’t know whose wrath was more terrifying to incur. He wound up taking an awkward sort of half step back toward Della, while Scrooge continued to glower above.

‘You don’t have approval on who I date, Uncle Scrooge,’ Della called up to the window. ‘And if you fire him you’ll have no pilot, because I’m sure as heck not gonna fly for you if you fire my boyfriend. C’mon LP.’ She grabbed Launchpad’s hand and dragged him off toward the garage, while he grinned and waved apologetically over his shoulder.

Scrooge seethed at the window as they went, and Goldie placed a soothing hand on her shoulder.

‘Easy Sourdough, you’ll give yourself a heart attack if you’re not careful,’ she warned, turning him away from the window. ‘Calm down, will you? You like Launchpad. Sure, he’s not the brightest button in the cockpit but he’s a nice guy.’

‘I used to like him,’ Scrooge grumbled.

‘She’s a grown woman. With three teenage sons. If this is how you react when Della hooks up with a guy, god forbid how badly you’re gonna take it when Lena or Webby start going on dates.’

Scrooge’s eyes flew open wide. ‘Wait - what? What have you heard?’

‘Oh Scroogey-poo, your old fashioned double standards are adorable, you know that? Let the girl live her life and make out with whoever she wants. She’s going to do it anyway, it’s just better for your blood pressure if you don’t have a conniption every time she does.’

‘He’s not good enough for her,’ Scrooge said, though his argument was losing steam. Especially since Goldie knew that Scrooge really did like Launchpad.

‘No one will ever be good enough for her in your eyes,’ Goldie laughed, slipping her fingers under the lapels of his robe and tugging him closer. She kissed him one, twice, and once more for luck. By the third Scrooge seemed to have calmed, mostly. Then his brow furrowed.

‘Goldie?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You didn’t mention Dickie.’ He said, his eyes narrowing.

‘Hmm?’ Goldie looked innocent.

‘When you mentioned the girls going on dates, you never mentioned Dickie.’

‘Ah...’ Goldie averted her eyes, suddenly very aware she had just done something very, very stupid that she was going to be made to regret.

‘Goldie, is Dickie dating someone?’ Scrooge asked, his voice wavering. This was all too much to deal with so early on a Sunday morning.

‘Well, no. Not some one. Not one specific person, right now.’ Goldie shrugged, evasively. ‘Not seriously. You know how it is... she’s a college student, Scrooge. I can’t keep track of all the names.’

‘There’s more than one?’ A vein in Scrooge’s forehead started to bulge.

‘Scrooge wait - wait!’ Goldie cried after him as he marched out of the room, set on finding their granddaughter wherever she was. ‘Oh, she’s going to kill me.’ Goldie groaned and picked up her phone, sending a quick text to Dickie to save herself and run.

There was never a dull day in McDuck Manor.

[djs-muses]

Becoming Parents

Della wondered why she’d ever worried. She was lying against Launchpad’s chest and breathing calmly, her eyes shut. Launchpad was running his fingers back and forth through her hair, making her scalp tingle. She thought she ought to feel panicked. She thought she should be trembling in Launchpad’s arms. She’d felt panicked and had trembled when she’d found out she was pregnant. But Launchpad’s comforting hold on her had mellowed her out. All felt right in the world.

“We’ll figure this out, Dells,” Launchpad told her, his voice soft.

“We will,” Della replied. She nuzzled her beak into Launchpad’s chest.

She’d heard the slight tremble in his voice, something between scared and excited.

He’s trying to stay calm for my sake, Della thought. And he’s… taking this well. Ok. This’ll all be ok.

A span of silence fell between them, a moment for them both to process how things had changed so rapidly. Then:

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Launchpad nuzzled his beak into Della’s hair. “I- I’m- I’m gonna be a dad. A dad, Della. I- I dunno what to think yet.”

“I’m not sure what to think either,” she admitted.

“I- I mean I’m excited but I’m-“

“Scared to death?”

“…Can you read minds now?!”

Della snorted. “No, babe. I’m scared too. What were we thinking when we- Well, that’s the problem. We weren’t thinking.” She let out a sigh. “We weren’t thinking and now we’re going to be parents. How’re we gonna do this?!”

“Y’know… I’ve always wanted to be a dad,” Launchpad said. He nudged her cheek with the edge of his bill. He knew Della was about to in on a round of self-deprecation and he didn’t want her to get the ball rolling. “I always figured someday I’d have at least one kid with someone special. Didn’t figure it’d be this soon but, heheh, my dream’s coming true. A-and I get to have a kid with you. That’s pretty special.”

Launchpad kissed Della’s eyebrow.

“I-if it makes you feel better, I took care of my sister a lot when we were growing up. I had to learn lots of things about taking care of babies. Besides, there’s two of us! We’ll be a team and split the work in half. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Della looked up at Launchpad, her gaze filled with uncertainty.

“You think so, LP?”

“I know so. You’ll see when the baby’s here, Dells. Our kid’s gonna be spoiled rotten with love and attention.”

Tears formed in the corners of Della’s eyes then. Launchpad was taking things so well, more so than she could have imagined him to. And for him to be so confident that things were going to be alright… She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with the back of her sleeve.

Launchpad reached up and gently thumbed away some of her tears as they started to fall. “Why’re you crying, Dells?”

“You’re- You’re here.” Her words were hardly more than a whisper.

“Of course I am.”

“We’re a team.”

“Of course we are! We’re gonna be awesome parents! You’ll see.” Launchpad put his hand over Della’s stomach. “Y’hear that in there, kiddo? We’re gonna love the heck out of ya!”

Della laughed and place her hand over his. Yes. She’d wondered why she’d ever worried.

[ginadespell]

Imade this for @wholoveschu‘s Delpad day! I was really excited to do this but TBH I feel like I screwd up. But here’s my contribution for this really cute ship that has so many possibilities :D

[waveypedia]

Somewhere in Scrooge McDuck’s great mansion, a grandfather clock strikes three times. The chimes ring loudly in the silence of the night, disturbed by only the wind and the whirring of machines.

And the quiet, telltale footsteps of someone who is not supposed to be awake.

A bedroom door creaks open and its inhabitant, fully dressed, meticulously checks both ways down the hallway. Snores float out of a few of the doorways and they chuckle fondly to themself before slipping away.

They tiptoe through endless hallways, stopping at the kitchen to check furtively for a snack that Mrs. Beakley wouldn’t notice missing before shaking their head and leaving empty-handed. They continue to the den, stopping to brush potato chip crumbs off of the couch.

Finally, they make it to the grand staircase. They pause for a moment, considering their options, before leaping onto the banister and sliding down. They grin with unbridled glee, but manage to keep from shouting in joy.

It doesn’t matter, they’ll be able to shout happily to their heart’s content soon anyway.

They sneakily leap off the banister on soft feet and hurry not towards the front door, but into the garage. They don’t spare a passing glance to any of the priceless artifacts, but instead head straight for a side door. They turn the handle. It’s unlocked.

Light spills into the garage, and they flinch for a moment at the brightness before heading into the light and shutting the door behind them with a click.  Their posture straightens, and they dash for another figure.

Launchpad turns, brushing off his coat, just in time to catch her in her arms. His deep chuckle warms the whole room and gets her laughing too. “Della! Sleep well?”

Della beams at him, savoring the hug for a moment too long before sliding to the ground. “I couldn’t, I was too excited.” she confesses. “But don’t worry, I’m full of energy!”

Launchpad chuckles again and tucks an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the car. “Glad to hear it babe.”

He opens the door for her, bowing and holding out his hand to help her in. She giggles and slides into the seat, smiling fondly.

Launchpad clicks off the radio he has on during Scrooge’s company (oldies) and instead puts in a CD with a familiar purple-clad hero smirking on the cover. Boisterous saxophone music fills the air, and Della and Launchpad happily sing along. They make their voices as bad and loud as possible, and by the time they reach their destination they’re laughing too hard to sing along.

The car skids onto the beach, just barely stopping before it slides off the cliff. Della hops out before the limoscene is fully stopped, grinning in exhilaration. She takes a few deep breaths, savoring the cool night air, before rushing to greet her friend.

Gyro is leaning on the shining surface of his latest crazy contraption, scowling. Steam rises into the air from his ever-present coffee. His sour expression lessens a little as Della approaches, and she beams back. “Lovely to see you too, hun. How’s it going?” Before she can answer she grabs his coffee out of his hands and takes a sip before wrinkling her nose. “Black.”

Gyro grabs it back. “What else do you expect? And Della, that coffee is burning hot!”

Della shrugs. “It’s fine.”

He snorts in disbelief. “It’s your burned tongue.”

The car keys beep behind them as Launchpad locks it and bounds over to them. “Hey, Gyro! You’re looking energetic!”

Gyro’s scowl deepens. “It’s called coffee, Launchpad. You should try it sometime.”

Della raises an eyebrow. “He’s more than bouncy enough without it, don’t ya think?”

Gyro shrugs. “Honestly, I’d like to see what would happen.”

Della snorts. “Fair enough.” She tilts her head back to look at the machine. “Can we try it now?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Gyro flings out his hands protectively in front of his invention. Some of his coffee splashes on the ground. “First, we need to lay some ground rules.”

Launchpad puts an arm around his girlfriend. “Del, we don’t want to break it.”

Della rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

Gyro huffs. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you to do this,” he mutters under his breath. “First of all, don’t put it on maximum power. Only go over halfway. Use seat belts. Don’t put over four hundred pounds on it at one time. And make sure the treads are locked! If it gets mud on it, clean it off before I see it. And if I see even one scratch on this baby-”

Della rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine. We get it. Now let’s get this baby up and running!”

Gyro mutters something incomprehensible under his breath and turns to the machine, toggling switches and pressing buttons. The invention comes to life with a quiet hum, the unnatural green glow lighting up the cliffs.

As soon as he’s done Della leaps into a seat. Launchpad isn’t far behind, and they buckle their seatbelts.

Gyro glances up. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Della replies with a wink and a grin. Gyro groans. “Enough with the dumb references, girl.”

The scientist flips a switch and steps back, crossing his arms. He tries to hide his fear beneath annoyance.

Della catches on and smiles comfortingly down at him. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine!”

Gyro nods, but he’s not so sure.

Launchpad flashes him a thumbs-up and a big grin as they both turn back around. The machine whirs faster and faster, and its arms begin to spin. The one carrying Della and Launchpad picks up speed, and Della’s excited whoop carries across the beach.

Launchpad’s teeth chatter and he clutches onto his girlfriend, who’s leaning forward in her seat. Her loose hair whips behind her. She glances at Launchpad and wraps her arms around him. He relaxes in her arms, melting into a puddle of goo.

The edges of Duckberg and Gyro’s screaming blur away around them as they gaze at each other. Spinning on Gyro’s invention, the world falls away and it’s only the two of them. They may be freezing to the bone, maybe about to die, and terrified (well, Launchpad is terrified) but at the moment they’re perfectly happy because they have each other.

Just then, the machine slowly whirs to a stop. Their seat ejects them at the last second, popping them out onto the ground. Della lands first and catches Launchpad in her arms with ease.

Gyro is at their sides in an instant, panting. He surveys the machine. “I still have to work on it,” he mumbles. “It doesn’t throw far enough.”

Launchpad tears his love-struck eyes away from Della. “Believe me, Dr. G, you’ve built something out of this world! I love the way we landed!”

“Of course you did,” Gyro mutters, but he’s scowling a little less.

Della smiles at her friend. “It was great, Gy. Thanks. We’ll be ready when you want us to test it again!”

“I don’t know if I want to,” Gyro replies snarkily, but he’s actually smiling now. A little.

Della sets Launchpad down and he plants a kiss on her head as he goes, causing them to both blush and giggle. Gyro rolls his eyes.

“So, how did your date go?” Della asks as she flips a few switches to help Gyro power down his contraption.

Gyro blushes cherry red and shoves her away. “Hey! G-Go make out with your boyfriend somewhere!! You don’t know what you’re doing anyway!”

Della chuckles. “That, I can do.” She scoops up Launchpad again and they head for the car.

After the limoscene pulls up into Scrooge’s garage, Della and Launchpad remain in the car. They lean into each other, shoulders touching, and just lie in the comfort of each other. Darkwing Duck fills the car as Della reaches out and places her hands on Launchpad’s warm, fluffy cheeks. But it’s Launchpad who leans in for a slow, long kiss.

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Six hours later, Scrooge pulls out his executive key set and opens the limo to find Della cuddled up happily on Launchpad’s lap, his baseball cap askew on her hair, dark red lipstick stains on his cheek, and the two both happily, sound asleep. He sighs fondly and smacks his head with his palm. “Guess I’m takin’ yer car, Donald.”

“Hey, I have a job too!” Donald snaps, but he’s too busy with Louie taking blackmail photos of his sister.

Huey beams. “Aw, cute. Mom’s found love.”

“No, ew,” Dewey replies. “That’s my best friend, ya know.

“Shut up Dewford, we’re adorable,” Della mutters sleepily, and everyone laughs.

Scrooge nudges her with his cane. “Ah, up and at ‘em, lass. The day is young.”

“Kinda busy, Uncle Scrooge,” she replies, not opening her eyes.

After three more nudges, she finally gets up, pulling Launchpad in with her. She glances back slyly at her family and pulls Launchpad into a deep, early-morning kiss.

“Ewwwww!!” exclaim all the kids at one. Donald flings his hands over Louie’s and Dewey’s eyes. Huey flings his hands over Webby’s.

Scrooge snorts. “Enjoy your day off, lovebirds. It’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Launchpad’s voice is muffled. “Fine by me, Mr. McDee. I’ll be spending it well.”

~

Happy Delpad Day! This is a companion piece to a Fenro thingy I wrote a couple days ago :) I can’t write romance but whatevs :P

[peachhoneii]

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An uninvited guest disrupts Della's and Launchpad's date, but they can't complain.

@wholoveschu, Delpad Day has finally arrived! It was a lot of fun to write this oneshot and getting a feel of their characters.

Happy Delpad Day everyone, and @donaldtheduckdad for reasons that will be known.

[some-silver-reply]

Happy delpad day!

This is my delpad playlist. I listened to it on repeat while I wrote my delpad fic, stories, last year.

I have it up on Spotify, but lmk if you want me to put it somewhere else and I will try my best.

eggshells, a playlist by laureljay on Spotify

this is what i listened to while i wrote my fic, stories.