A/N: Happy New Year!

This is it, folks! The end of the line! Thank you so much for everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and commented on these stories; I appreciate everyone's support!

A big thank you to teh-bluejay, rubbersoles19, leviprime, raidenraccoon, tempest-loupnoir, viridianrebooted, Bookworm Gal, and Fairyhaven13, for your support and for giving me prompts to work on; they were a lot of fun and I hope they were what you were hoping for.

This last chapter is dedicated to leviprime because domestic fluff was what you asked for (especially the Goofs) and there's never enough of that.

And Amelia I do not have words for you. There are not enough to describe my gratitude for everything you are and all you mean to me.

Drake tossed the garbage bag inside the can sitting on his curb and glanced around the neighborhood.

It had snowed on and off since Christmas, covering everything in a white blanket and giving the air a bite to the already low temperatures. Even now, in the darkness of the night, he saw gentle snowfall illuminated by the streetlights nearby. Drake found the city was at its most peaceful when it was snowing, and he reveled in it. He was able to clear his head and enjoy his surroundings.

"You'll become Darkwing Popsicle if you stay out here much longer."

Drake whirled around, slipping on the icy drive, and nearly toppling over as he searched for the phantom voice.

Negaduck was cackling at him from the Muddlefoot's shrubs. "Terror that flaps in the night my ass. More like terrified and flapping in the night."

"What are you doing here?" Drake hissed. He'd had nightmares that started like this. He was sure of it.

"None of your business, Dorkwing."

"You're spying on me from my neighbor's yard. I'd say this is definitely my business." Drake glared at Negaduck, slightly impressed that he'd managed to hide in the bushes so well.

Negaduck scoffed. "Like I'd ever spy on you, Doltwing."

The pieces of the puzzle clicked together and Drake had to admit, that did make more sense. "She's inside with Max."

"It's not that I don't trust you," Negaduck sneered, "but I don't trust you."

Drake raised an eyebrow. "You want to see her for yourself." It wasn't a question.

"Don't bring her out here. It's freezing."

"Who said anything about her coming out here? Meet me at the back door in five minutes."

Negaduck blinked.

"Unless you suddenly want to trust me," Drake said with a smirk.

Negaduck scowled. "Never."

"Five minutes." Drake walked back up to the house, not looking back.

The warmth that enveloped him when he stepped back into his house was almost a shock to his system. It really was freezing outside. He should've grabbed his coat, even though he'd only gone down to the drive and back, but then he'd have to admit that Gosalyn had been right, which he'd never do.

Running his hands up and down his arms to chase away the lingering cold, Drake stepped into the living room. Where Launchpad and Goofy had on New Year's Rockin' Eve and Max and Gosalyn were pouring over through their new comic book series, exchanging theories and reviewing their favorite parts.

Standing in the doorway, Drake said, "Gos, can you help me?"

Launchpad and Goofy immediately stood.

"I can help ya, DW," Launchpad offered.

"Least I can do is help," Goofy said.

Drake held up a hand. "No. I'd rather keep my house standing, thanks. Gos?" He walked back to the kitchen and glanced out into the night. Unsure if Negaduck had already made his way around to the backyard, he cracked open the door just in case.

"What's up, Dad?" Gosalyn said as she came into the kitchen.

"Just stay here for a few minutes." Drake sat at the kitchen table, eyes on the door.

"Do you mind if I close the door?" Gosalyn asked, walking over to it. "It's freezing out there."

"Then let me in first," came Negaduck's voice before Drake had a chance to protest.

Gosalyn stepped back as Negaduck walked in, dressed in a yellow parka. He'd managed to close the door before Gosalyn had grabbed him in a hug. Which, surprisingly, the Masked Menace melted into. Drake had only ever seen Negaduck as his arch-iest of arch nemeses. Temperamental. Violent. Unforgiving.

But he was different around Gosalyn. Softer. More accepting.

Drake imagined he was likely the same. He knew he could be difficult to work with, but things were easier with Gosalyn next to him. It made sense if Negaduck experienced the same thing.

Stepping back, Gosalyn studied Negaduck's face. "Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded. "Happy New Year, kid."

"That's it?" Drake groused. "You almost gave me a heart attack hiding in the Muddlefoot's bushes."

Negaduck glanced over to Drake. "That was hilarious."

"Why were you hiding in the bushes?" Gosalyn asked.

"This," Negaduck motioned to his yellow parka, "isn't exactly discreet."

"And you had no plans to come inside," Gosalyn said, crossing her arms over her chest and leveling Negaduck with a knowing look.

"He dragged me in here!" Negaduck said, pointing at Drake.

"You wouldn't trust me!" Drake shot back.

"Well," Gosalyn said, wisely interrupting what would have turned into an argument, "now that you're here, you'll stay, right?"

Negaduck blinked down at her, confusion in his gaze. "Stay?"

"To ring in the New Year. Do you mind, Dad?" Gosalyn asked, turning to Drake.

He shrugged. "I invited him in here. Might as well make a night of it."

She turned back to Negaduck, a grin on her beak. "You can meet Goofy! And Max, officially. I should probably let him know—" She turned to leave, but Negaduck grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"I-I can't stay," he said, something like nervousness creeping into his expression.

"Why not?" Gosalyn asked. Gently.

Oh, she was good.

Not passing judgement.

Just asking.

Negaduck was staying whether he wanted to or not.

"I….Christmas is one thing. But New Year's Eve?" the Masked Menace asked.

"Why not New Year's Eve?" Gosalyn pressed.

"I don't know, I—" Negaduck took off his fedora and ran a hand through his feathers.

"Take your parka off." Gosalyn grabbed Negaduck's hand and smiled at him. "Let's start the new year together."

Negaduck continued to stare at Gosalyn, but his grip on her hand was firm, so Drake knew what his answer was going to be. Even before Negaduck did, it would seem, because the silence lingered.

"Give it up. You can't say 'no' to her," Drake said, rising from his seat at the kitchen table. "Might as well just do what she says."

Negaduck bristled but his grip on Gosalyn's hand didn't waver. "I can do whatever I—"

"Oh, get over yourself," Drake said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm the same way. Which," he pointed at Gosalyn who was smiling at him, "you never heard me say."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Gosalyn said. She released Negaduck and threw her arms around Drake in a hug. "Thank you," she whispered before kissing his cheek.

"I'll go prepare everyone," Drake said, squeezing her tightly before stepping back. "You take your time here." He tweaked her beak before glancing at Negaduck. "I'll be keeping an eye on you."

Negaduck scowled as Drake walked into the living room.

Max glanced up when he returned, but Goofy and Launchpad continued to watch the holiday special, unconcerned.

"Everything okay, Mr. Mallard?" Max asked. Goofy and Launchpad looked up then and Drake realized the gravity of the situation at hand.

A known criminal.

Spending New Year's Eve in his home.

Totally normal, right?

Soooo not.

Except….

Maybe?

He'd always worked better operating on the outskirts of normal.

"Uh," Drake cleared his throat. "Negaduck is here. And Gos and I might've invited him to stay for the rest of the evening."

Launchpad nodded, an easy smile on his beak. Honestly? Drake loved Launchpad. He didn't say it enough, but he was the best friend the mallard had never thought to ask for because he'd never deserved him.

Max glanced towards his father, who was beaming.

"Haven't had the chance to meet him yet," Goofy said, unconcerned about meeting one of the most dangerous villains in St. Canard's history. "This'll be fun!"

After gauging his father's reaction, Max smiled and glanced at Drake. "Is Gos with him now?"

"Are you guys gonna talk around me the entire time?" Negaduck groused, walking into the living room with Gosalyn beside him. He'd taken off his parka, but was otherwise in full regalia. Drake made eye contact with Launchpad, wondering how to proceed, as Max's gaze once more locked onto his father.

But Goofy leapt from the couch, loping over to Negaduck — who looked pretty apprehensive — with a grin. "I've heard a lot 'boutcha! Name's Goofy. I'm Maxie's dad." He held out a hand. "Sure is nice ta put a face to the name. Well, a-hyuck!" Goofy studied Negaduck's mask. "In a manner of speakin'."

Negaduck just stared at Goofy, beak open but clearly at a loss for words. His right eye twitched and he rubbed it, but otherwise made no move to greet him.

Max stood and came up behind his father. "Dad, he's not really the touchy feely type." He placed his hands on Goofy's shoulders and glanced at Negaduck with a knowing smile. "Nice to see you again, Negaduck. More officially this time. Do you wanna take a seat? Relax?"

Launchpad got up with a smile. "I'll get more chairs from the kitchen."

"I'll give ya a hand," Goofy offered, still all smiles and not put off by Negaduck's brooding silence at all.

"You two break anything, I swear to God…." Drake threatened, following them to supervise.

Negaduck never did sit. Or even fully relax. He sort of hovered on the edges of the living room the whole night, but Gosalyn and Max kept an eye on him. Goofy and Launchpad tried to engage him in conversation, but he just scowled or rolled his eyes each time. Drake kept himself busy playing the host and refusing help from everyone who offered (he almost had to beat Goofy down with a broom he was so eager to help).

Because it kept him distracted from the fact that he'd invited Negaduck to spend New Year's Eve with his family. He had no one to blame for any of this except himself. And he hated it when he didn't have anyone to blame.

As it drew closer to midnight, Drake distributed champagne flutes to everyone, including Negaduck.

But he just stepped back and eyed it.

Drake rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything to yours if that's what you're—"

"No," Negaduck said, tone harsh. "I don't want any alcohol."

Drake immediately understood. He didn't need further explanation. Not because he had caught something in Negaduck's expression. Or heard something in his tone.

Because Drake felt — and this was weird — the same.

Drake set the champagne flute on the mantle of the fireplace next to Negaduck, saying, "It's sparkling cider." With a shrug, he faced forward and studied everyone else, who were all talking happily amongst themselves. "I've never liked the smell of alcohol in my house."

A moment of silence passed before Negaduck quietly admitted, "Me neither." He turned to level a glare at Drake. "You tell anyone we have something in common, I will punch you straight in the bill."

"Fair enough," Drake glanced at Negaduck with a smug smile as the countdown began. "But we don't have just one thing in common."

At the stroke of midnight, Drake valiantly ignored how Negaduck jumped in surprise when everyone wished each other a happy new year. Gos and Max shared a kiss. Goofy and Launchpad slapped one another on the back. Then they all made their rounds, wishing each gathered a happy new year.

Negaduck kept a hand tucked in his cape — and undoubtedly on some weapon — and looked at everyone like they'd lost their minds.

Except Gosalyn. Drake saw how soft Negaduck's face went when she came up and smiled at him.

Drake thought he heard her refer to Negaduck as "Papa Wolf", but he squashed any sort of jealousy that tried to rise up. Because that term belonged to them. Whatever relationship they had was theirs and he didn't need to meddle.

It didn't lessen what Drake had with her. It didn't mean Gos loved him any less. She'd alway had enough love to share.

Which was confirmed when she hugged Drake with all her strength. A hug he easily returned.

"Happy New Year, Dad," Gosalyn said.

"Happy New Year, Gos." Drake kissed her forehead. She smiled at him when she stepped back before returning to the festivities.

This wasn't about learning to share Gosalyn.

She wasn't his. Because she didn't belong to him. She was her own person and belonged to herself. Who she decided to spend her time with was her business.

But knowing she would always come back to him regardless of anything else that happened. Maybe that was enough.

Yeah.

It was enough.