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eastofthemoon · 3 years ago

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Feathered Friends

A silly one shot that wouldn’t leave my head.

Archive of Our Own

Rating: G

Series: The Owl House/Ducktales 2017

Summary: Luz tries something to get her back to the human realm, unfortunately the human part wasn't present.

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Luz rubbed her hands eagerly as she looked over the handheld mirror. “Alright, mysterious device of arcane mystery, let’s see if you can bring me back to the human realm!’

“Are you sure you want to do this, kiddo?” Eda asked as she crossed her arm. “We know even less about this thing than your last portal attempt.”

“But the inscription says it leads to another world when you twist the handle,” Luz said as she clasped her hands.

“Doesn’t mean it’s the human realm,” Eda added. “There are plenty of bizarre worlds out there. For all we know this thing's connected to a world of man eating toe bats or something.”

“Where did you two find this outrageous ornament anyway?” King said as he poked the mirror.

“We didn’t,” Eda said with a deep sigh, shoving King’s paw away. “Hooty coughed it up and apparently doesn’t even remember where he picked it up. Not that he remembers much to begin with.”

King grimaced. “Yuck, he really needs to be more aware of what he eats.”

“Anyway,” Luz continued as she put her hands on her hips, “it’s still worth trying. Worst case it should lead back here, right?”

Eda sighed as she ruffled her hair. “All right, but I’m coming with you. King, how about you? Up for a little interdimensional exploration?”

“Naw,” King said as he left the room. “My tummy is craving hot chocolate and I’ve decided to graciously fulfill its demand.”

“Save some for me,” Luz said as she picked up the mirror. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Well, those are some ominous last words, but let’s give it a go,” Eda said as she placed a hand on Luz’s shoulder.

Luz bit her lower lip as she gave the mirror handle a hard twist.

The mirror sparked madly, before suddenly erupting with blue energy. The mirror seemed to shine, and the energy formed into a swirling portal.

“Alright,” Luz said with a deep breath. “Here goes.” Holding the mirror close to her chest, Luz stepped through the portal together with Eda.

They found themselves in a room. A very normal human looking room with a bunk bed and human style clothes scattered around it.

Hope flickered in Luz's eyes. Was it possible? Had she made it home?! Did she-

Someone, not Eda, cleared their throat and Luz turned.

Her joy evaporated.

Four pairs of eyes were staring at her. Eyes belonging to what seemed to be humanoid ducks. One was wearing a pink dress with a cute bow, another wore a blue shirt and a stunned expression. The third wore a red hat and shirt and seemed to be working out what question to ask first, while the fourth wore a green hoodie and held a soda can.

“Um...Hi,” Luz said slowly with a nervous smile. “Please don’t freak-”

The duck in green growled as he rubbed his eyes and set down the soda can. The actual soda can, Luz found her eyes drawn to it. “Dewey, I thought you promised not to invite extra-dimensional beings into our bedroom again!”

“It wasn't me!” the duck, likely named Dewey, objected. “I mean, it was me that other time, but in my defense the number of views for my show have never been higher.”

“While that may be numerically true, that is strictly relative,” the duck with the red hat replied dryly. "The number of views were even higher that time you left the camera on for twenty minutes of Mrs. Beakley cleaning the carpet."

“Uh….” Luz said as Eda looked around.

“Talking ducks? Hey, I think I’ve been to this world,” Eda muttered.

Before Luz could ask what she meant, the duck with the cute bow bounced up to her.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” she greeted and pointed behind her. “That’s Louie, Dewey and Huey! What’s your name?”

“I’m Luz, and this is Eda the Owl Lady,” Luz replied, slightly amazed by her chipper attitude. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to barge in-”

“Boys, what was that noise?!” shouted a female voice with a British accent.

“One second,” Huey said as he poked his head out of the room. “A portal opened and now we've got visitors from another world.”

There was a brief pause. “Are they dangerous?”

Huey pulled his head back. “Hostile or non-hostile?”

“Well, some call me a foxy mama and I've slain many a heart, kiddo,” Eda said with a wink.

Huey raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luz. “Non-hostile then?”

Luz nodded as Huey poked his head out again.

“They’re not dangerous, Mrs. Beakley!” he shouted.

“Alright, I’ll be up once these dishes have been dealt with,” the voice shouted back.

“You guys are oddly calm about this,” Luz said as she tilted her head.

Louie scoffed as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. “Please, on average we get at least one weird portal opening in our house a month.”

“It was twice last month,” Dewey replied and shivered. “I still can’t get that centaur’s song out of my head.”

"Averages, Dewford!"

“Okay, then,” Luz said, wondering to herself exactly what kind of life these ducks had.

Huey pointed to the mirror in Luz’s hand. “So, given the evidence, my hypothesis is that this is what created the portal. It wasn't red, so I'm assuming it doesn't use the same method as the Solego circuit - is it magic? Runic designs, or some sort of divine blessing?”

Luz blinked and blushed realizing she had almost forgotten she was holding it.

“Uh, yeah, again sorry, we kind of just found it and were experimenting,” Luz said as she held it up. “I’ll just turn so we can-”

“Now, hold up, kiddo,” Eda said with a smirk. “I’ve been to this world before and it’s actually pretty fun. A lot more accepting of avian people than the Boiling Isles, if you catch my drift. It might actually be worth having a short visit here.”

“I can’t help but note you’re not asking our opinion here,” Louie asked. "I should really start charging tolls on interdimensional travel..."

Dewey stepped forward and pointed. “More importantly will you or will you not come onto my show for an interview?”

“How much are you willing to pay?” Eda said.

“Nevermind that,” Webby said as she grinned at Luz. “Are you a magic user?”

“I’m, er, a witch in training,” Luz said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Oooh, I should introduce you to Lena and Violet,” Webby continued. “We can compare notes - do you have a scrapbook of arcane secrets too?!”

“Oh really,” Luz said as her eyes sparked. That did sound like fun.

“Kids,” a female voice called out and another duck - female-sounding, wearing a pilot uniform - entered the room. “Beakley mentioned something about a portal-”

Suddenly, she gasped and pointed. “Eda Clawthorne! Is that you?”

Eda frowned and tilted her head. “You look kind of familiar? Do I know you? You're not a debt collector, right?”

The duck laughed and pointed at herself. “It’s me, Della Duck! Remember? I took your staff for a joyride? We had a bonding experience over nachos?”

Eda blinked, and a smile appeared as she snorted. “Della?! Ha! Wow, it’s been ages! You got old girl!”

Della laughed. “You're one to talk! Didn’t you have red hair?”

Eda snorted as she ran a hand through her hair. “True, but I am still a foxy mama though. Silver is in.”

“I have several questions,” Huey asked.

“And I smell the start of a delicious backstory,” Luz added as she rubbed her hands.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Della said. “Scrooge, Donald and I ran into her once during one of our adventures.”

Eda chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fun ride. Hey, did Scrooge ever get over the ‘you know what’?”

Della paused, and suddenly sucked air in and looked anywhere but Eda. “Yeah, about that. Great catching up and all, but you should probably leave before he hears that you’re here?”

Eda froze. “Y-you've got to be kidding. Don’t tell me that old coot is still alive-”

“EDA CLAWTHORNE!”

All heads turned and Luz spotted an old duck wearing a red jacket, a top hat on his head and an angry scowl on his face as he pointed a cane at the visitors.

“YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SHOWING UP HERE!”

“Oh boy,” Eda said as she grabbed Luz’s arm. “Time to go, kiddo!”

“What?” Luz cried. “But what about-”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Scrooge yelled as he wrapped his cane handle around Eda’s wrist. “YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU RETURN THE COPPER PIPES YOU STOLE YOU SHIFTY SHORTCHANGING CHARLATAN!”

“Copper pipes?” Louie asked in disbelief. “Really? In this economy?”

Eda rolled her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the cane. “Aw come on, Scroogey no need to be so hostile-”

Scrooge snarled. “I have every right to be horrendously hostile you-”

“Even when I specifically came here - across the dimensional void - just to bring back those pipes?” Eda gestured to the corner of the room. “All six of them, right over there!”

“What?” Scrooge looked. “I don’t see-”

Eda kicked Scrooge off his cane and watched the duck tumble flat on his face.

“And that definitely makes it time to go!” Eda said as she took the mirror, twisted the handle and sparks started to fly. “Say your goodbyes, kid, because we are out of here!”

“Uh, okay,” Luz said as Eda pulled her towards the emerging portal. “Sorry about this!”

“No worries,” Webby said as Dewey helped Scrooge up. “Send me a letter! I've always wanted an extradimensional pen-pal!”

Luz could see Scrooge rallying to give chase, but her view was abruptly eclipsed by the swirling blue of the portal as she was pulled through. Both Eda and Luz collided at the foot of the couch as the portal disappeared behind them.

King sipped his hot chocolate as he peered over them from the couch.

“So! How was the site of my future conquest?” he asked.

Luz pointed an arm up. “Not the human realm, but we met some friendly talking ducks and I got Eda backstory so I'm still calling it a win.”

“And I got a free cane,” Eda declared as she waved the cane up in the air.

Luz narrowed her eyes. “You should really give that back.”

Eda snarked. “Luz, trust me, that guy has a ton of these things.” She held up in the air and fiddled with the handle. “I wonder if-”

A laser blazed out of the cane's tip without warning. Hooty yelped, spiraling out of the way it shot through the wall behind him.

“...Oooh, Mama like,” Eda cooed, eyes sparkling as she raced outside. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do!”

“Mass destruction! Untold mayhem! Unfettered obliteration! It's my turn next!” King shouted as he gave chase.

Luz sighed as she put down the mirror. “Alright, so...I can check off the mirror at least. Not a way home, but not bad. Maybe leave the Owl Lady here next time.”

Luz heard more blasts being fired, and the growing sounds of rampaging fires. She briefly considered going outside to reduce the carnage, but decided it might be better to write that letter to Webby instead.

#ducktales 2017 #the owl house #toh #dt 2017 #my writing

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s-creations · 4 years ago

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I Saw Uncle Under the Mistletoe

During the holiday celebration, José and Panchito arrive to the McDuck manor as a surprise to Donald. During their visit, the kids come across their uncle being more than a little friendly with the other two birds. Now the holidays have become a little more stressful when the triplets believe the person that's cared for them their entire lives is going to leave them behind.

Fandom: Ducktales (2017), The Three Caballeros. Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Other Tags: Secrete Relationship, Misunderstandings, Angest with a Happy Ending, Christmas Themed, Use of Google Translate, Long One Shot.

It was a small request for the holiday season. But there was a hope that this year would be somewhat quiet for the McDuck/Duck family. Sure, there was still the annual ‘Set up the traps to keep Santa away’ day. It was more of the thought of not having to deal with evil plans or ne'er-do-wells that would rain terror down on them. No on breaking down their door. No one trying to steal from the McDuck fortune. No one being kidnapped and held for ransom.

So, it was a bit worrisome when a large box, wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper with a white bow resting on top suddenly appeared in the foyer. The only person who seemed unconcerned with this was Scrooge. Which, at the moment, no one could really tell if that was a good or a bad thing. It wasn’t going to be a surprise created by some enemy, which was the original worry. But there was a curious thought as to what could be inside and what Scrooge could possibly be planning.

“Are we...going to approach it?” Louie asked, trying to sound casual as he eyed his great-uncle.

“It might be best if we look for a tag.” Scrooge helpfully suggested.

Dewey instantly sprang into action. With a call of “I’m on it!” he was scrambling around the wrapped box. The necessary discovery made at the very top. “It says it’s for Uncle Donald! Oh, and that he needs to open it immediately.”

Said duck was confused by this. Going over in his head what he could have possibly bought recently to need this kind of fanfare. Or even what else someone could have bought for him. Apparently Dewey wasn’t going to wait for his uncle’s confusion to take up further time. The duckling pulled Donald forward, the older unable to do more than to unwrap the large present.

There was a collective outcry of surprise when the present bursted open. Two familiar birds jumping out and tackling Donald onto the polished floor.

“José? Panchito?” Donald voiced in absolute shock.

“¡Hola amigo!” The red rooster beamed pulling the baffled duck into a tight hug.

“What- but how?”

José could only chuckle, placing a hand on Donald’s shoulder, “Blame your uncle. He arranged all of this.”

“Merely an early Christmas present,” Scrooge quickly intervened, “I know how much you’ve missed them. So, they’re my- ah, your guests until the new year. As long as they stay in line.”

Neither José or Panchito were worried about the soul crushing glare the multi-millionaire duck was given them. The green parrot even letting out another chuckle as he greeted Scrooge properly. “It is wonderful to see you again Senhor Scrooge.”

“You really paid to fly two people to Duckberg? Two people from two different parts of the world.” Louie casually commented to Scrooge as both watched Donald be pulled up from the floor and pulled into a proper group hug.

“Don’t be daft. I had Launchpad pick them up.” Scrooge scoffed, ruffling the top of the duckling’s head.

The triplets were not quite sure what they thought of the flashy birds. After all, the last time they were in their lives, they were liars and were talking about taking Donald away. So the ducklings were cautious around José and Panchito. Even with each bird making their personality known and clearly trying to no longer be strangers in the younger’s lives.

José was the calmest of the two, that was for sure. More than not, you could find him sleeping the day away in different parts of the mansion. Mainly in areas that had the sun beating down. Huey was a little shocked to find the green parrot bundled up one afternoon and resting poolside. José only seemed ‘awake’ in the evening and into the night. Pulling whomever was near into a quick dance, which Dewey happily participated in, until dinner was ready. Then he would happily regale stories of his travels and the numerous people he’d met along the way. Webby taking full advantage of this and asking as many questions as she could.

Panchito was...loud. And overly energetic. He was up before anyone else and was the last to settle down for the evening. He seemed to sing wherever he went, no matter what activity he was doing. It would be accompanied with some random song that just popped into his head. It was rare to see him sitting still, which didn’t happen until dinner was ready to eat and he seemed to finally relax. The triplets also learned that the rooster was one for physical affection. Louie swears his back had broken and was then put back together after two different morning hugs he’d received from Panchito.

Both birds seemed okay, but the triplets were still reserved about the entire situation. Even if Webby was chattering about how great they were. But, despite their reserve, it was clear their uncle was thrilled to have his friends there. Constantly smiling, constantly laughing, tossing stories around as easily as the other two.

Seeing this caused Huey to worry. Which he voiced one evening before dinner to the small group.

“Do you think Uncle Donald regrets taking us in?”

“What?” Dewey sat up quickly. Almost banging his head on the bunk bed above him. His eyes narrowed on Huey, who winced. “Why in the world would you say that?”

“Because he’s so happy right now.”

“We’ve seen him happy before.” Louie casually argued back.

“But not like this. He’s been happy for us. I’ve never seen him happy for himself.”

“Okay, so, why are you blaming us for this?”

“Because when he took us in, he pushed everyone away. Even close friends. So maybe...if he hadn’t taken us…”

“He would be happier?” The duckling dressed in green voiced weakly. Now looking as worried as Huey.

Dewey let out a snort, however, and waved his hand. “Okay, before we panic too much over this, why don’t we just ask Uncle Donald. Easy solution.”

“He’s just going to lie,” Huey argued, “He’s going to do everything he can to keep us happy.”

“Well it’s a better idea than just moping around about it. If you’re both so worried, I’ll go ask.”

“I’ll come!’ Webby bounced up, “I’ve been meaning to test my ‘lie detecting’ skills.”

“Perfect. Sit tight you two. We’ll be back with information.” Dewey took Webby’s wrist and they raced from the room.

They already knew that they should start with the kitchen first. Panchito and Mrs. Beakley had agreed to trade off on evening cooking duty while the rooster was visiting. Panchito saying he wanted to share his family favorites with his growing family. Mrs. Beakley happily passed those nights over, enjoying her evenings off as an early gift to herself.

This was Panchito’s evening, so there was a chance that Donald was with him. And in fact, he was. Both ducklings paused to peek around the corner. Peering into the kitchen from the hallway doorway.

Panchito was moving around the kitchen at ease. The stove on full force as he worked on the large meal. Donald was sitting on the nearby countertop, his legs slowly swaying as he watched on. They were talking quietly. Dewey eventually realized they were speaking Spanish.

“I didn’t know Uncle Donald could speak Spanish… Weird. Oh well, let’s go talk to him.” The duckling in blue was quickly pulled back into place by Webby. Dewey released a choked quack as it happened.

“Hey-”

“Shush.”

“But-”

“Shush! I’m listening.”

“You know Spanish?”

“Yes, now hush.”

Dewey huffed but kept quiet and watched. He wasn’t sure what Webby was waiting for. They just seemed to be chatting about random things. Like what he and his brothers did when Donald would cook on the boathouse. Except it was just old friends catching up, so nothing that should keep Webby’s interest like this. He was about to complain once more when Panchito turned to face his solo audience. Boldly stating something that caused Donald to turn red and Webby to gasp softly.

“What happened?” Dewey asked. All he got in response was a pat on his face and another “Shush!”.

His argument died on his throat when Donald, still flushed, pushed at the rooster’s lower back with a foot. Panchito, in turn, grabbed the extended ankle. Easily pulling at it to bring Donald right to the edge of the counter and stepping between the duck’s legs with a raised brow. Hands resting on Donald’s hips and bending forward. Donald, on his part, took it all with ease. A smirk on his own bill as he draped his arms over the rooster’s shoulders. There was a small mutter of something. Nothing that either duckling was able to catch but could tell it wasn’t malicious. It was almost (Dewey panicked slightly) loving. But, whatever was said, was enough to fluster Donald once more before he pulled Panchito into a kiss.

Dewey’s mouth dropped in absolute shock. Webby had to clamp her bill shut to keep the squeal of absolute joy from escaping. But she did let out a small noise as she was forcefully pulled away. Dewey leading the way back to the bedroom. Eyes wide and frantic.

“Whoa, what happened?”

Dewey jumped at Huey’s voice, not realizing they had arrived back. His mouth opened and loaded a few times. But nothing came out. He was still in too much shock to properly explain what happened.

“Dude, just spit it out.” Louis huffed.

“Your uncle and Panchito are secret lovers!” Webby answered, ending with a small scream of glee.

“What!” Huey exclaimed, Louie dropping out of his bed and onto the floor in shock.

“They’re...in the kitchen,” Dewey voiced weakly, “and they just…”

He created ‘mouths’ with his hands to press them together. Huey and Louie both let out small noises of distress.

“You can’t be serious.” The duckling clad in red voiced weakly.

“I just saw it happen! It’s burned into my retinas and my memory. I wouldn’t make this up.”

“Wait, wait,” Louis recovered, “Was this just a recent development?”

“I mean, based on everyone’s reactions, I would say no one else knew.”

“No! I mean, did they just start ‘dating’ or have they always been in a relationship? And if they have been together all this time, why would Uncle Donald hide something like this from us?”

“We could just ask him?” Webby offered.

Dewey shook his head. “I’m not going to back down until the food is ready and I can focus on that.”

“Plus, if this is a secret relationship, calling it out could be damaging. We know Uncle Scrooge isn’t...too wild about them. He might not like Uncle Donald dating. We’ll need to talk to Uncle Donald alone some time.”

“Which won’t be happening anytime soon,” Louie huffed, “He’s always with those two until he goes to bed.”

Webby shuffled her foot nervously before she quietly added. “Unless Panchito shares the bed.”

The outburst of disgust was almost defining.

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As the days passed, the four were still unable to figure out how they were going to approach Donald. It was getting closer to Christmas and there were still a multitude of tasks to accomplish. Baking, shopping, wrapping, decorating, setting traps; the kids were too exhausted at the end of the day to worry about anything else. That doesn’t mean the issue ever really left their mind.

It was in the middle of a decorating day when the next surprise was dropped.

Huey and Louie were traveling through the one of the last few undecorated hallways. The duckling in red going down a list of the remaining decorations. Discussing, more to himself as Louie was barely paying attention, about what should go where and why. Eventually reaching the dead end, Louie leaned against the wall as he continued to slowly nurse a can of Pep. Lazily watching as Huey wrote down a few more notes.

“So, that’s the tentative plan,” Huey concluded as he closed the guidebook with a snap, “What do you think?”

“Yep, sounds good.”

“...Were you even paying attention.”

“Oh sure.”

Huey glared at Louie, who only smiled innocently back. “Well, no matter. We can start setting up when Uncle Donald and José get here.”

“They are taking their sweet time.” Louie grumbled.

“Do you think something happened?”

“Don’t stress, we would have heard something.” As if on cue, there was a loud ‘thump!’. Which was followed by a loud and familiar quack that was undoubtedly their uncle. “There they are.”

“Let’s go see if they need help.” Huey ignored the small noise of complaint that Louie gave as he rushed by.

He was about to turn the corner to confront the new arrivals. But faltered hearing an accented voice softly say, “You need to be careful meu amor.”

That caught his attention.

Huey instantly pressed himself against the well. Pulling Louie close and covering his bill before he could let out a noise of surprise. His glare didn’t deter Huey, who merely replied with a shake of his head and a pointed look to the corner.

After an understanding to remain quiet, they peered around cautiously. They found Donald leaning against the wall, holding his no doubt injured foot to check it over for any damage. José was running his thumb over the slowly reddening area. The boxes of decorations laying nearby.

“I really wish Scrooge would move that Grandfather Clock,” Donald grumbled, “It’s too close to the corner.”

“Or you could remember that it is there and not hit it.” José offered with a smile.

“Hush. You’re not the one with the throbbing foot.”

“Oh, pobrezinho. Would a kiss make it better?”

Donald merely rolled his eyes, but didn’t resist as he was pulled close. Both duckling’s mouths dropped as the adults shared a kiss. One that went on longer than either Huey or Louie were comfortable with.

“Wait, wait,” Donald laughed softly as José moved to nip at his neck, “The kids are nearby.”

“Is your foot feeling better?”

“If I say yes, will you let me go?”

José sighed dramatically. “If I must.”

“You must. Let’s get the boxes delivered before the kids start to worry.”

Huey began to panic. Knowing he and Louie couldn’t just abandon the hallway without a good reason and they couldn’t flee fast enough. But he really didn’t want to face his uncle after that. He also really wanted to talk to Dewey and Webby about what happened because this was getting crazy!

Huey turned to whisper frantically to Louie, with a plea for help.

Only to be sucker punched in the gut by the youngest triplet.

It wasn’t a hard enough hit for Huey to blackout. But he doubled over in pain, having difficult breathing as Louie gave him support on his weak knees. The duckling in red let out a weak groan of pain just as Donald and José entered the hallway.

Rightly so, Donald panicked. “Huey? What happened?”

“Oh gee Uncle Donald, I think Huey has a little stomach ache. I think all this Christmas excitement is a bit overwhelming. I was going to take him back to our room to rest.” Louie laid it on thick, making sure to wrap one of Huey’s arms around his shoulders.

José frowned, placing his box down quickly. “Do you want some help? I can carry him.”

“No, no, you two carry on with the merriment. I can get Huey to bed easily. Don’t you worry.” Louie didn’t drop the act until they were a few hallways away. He leaned his brother against the wall, the older triplet glaring at him. Huey holding his stomach in some way of comfort.

“You...couldn’t...have warned me?”

“I panicked. Now hurry up and catch your breath so we can report back to the others.”

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“So, wait, is Uncle Donald dating both?” Dewey asked weakly.

“Apparently? It’s the only explanation I can think of for why José was so...lovey dovey.” Louie choked out with Huey letting out an agreement groan from his bed. Dewey was not showing the same discomfort. In fact, he looked more frantically worried than anything.

“Is he...cheating-”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s take a step back,” Webby instantly took control over the situation. The triplets now held the same level of concern from the single word Dewey almost uttered. “Now, I’m one to always offer ‘the sneak way’ to find information. But that’s normally used against the enemy. This is your uncle. Why don’t we just go talk to him?”

Huey and Dewey looked nervous about the possible confrontation. Louie, however, stood up, appearing angry and agitated.

“You know, I want to talk to those two. We know next to nothing about them. Maybe they’re playing some game with Uncle Donald.”

Webby frowned. “Do you really think that...low of them?”

“I don’t know what to think of them because I don’t know them! But we know Uncle Donald and he wouldn’t pull this kind of stunt. Those two however…” Louie didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, he stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket and stomped his way towards the door.

The other three had no choice but to quickly follow after. They made their way down to the backyard pool. Knowing the green parrot, he was out by the poolside soaking up some sunlight. Even with snow laying on the ground, the cold didn’t really seem to bother José.

Louie was first out the back door and marched his way over to where the parrot was currently resting. Only to falter when the boathouse opened and Panchito stepped out. The rooster shivering from the cold, even with a heavy coat on. Louie was quickly pulled into the bushes by Webby. Huey and Dewey already hiding back there.

“How can you just lay out in the cold? ¡Está helando!” Panchito exclaimed.

José barely cracked open an eye to regard the shivering bird. “I have been to colder areas. This is actually rather mild.”

“Pavonearse.”

“Is Donald still tinkering away at the heater?”

“Si. I had to get out of the way or else I would have become an unfortunate victim.”

“No heater and you are standing in such freezing temperatures? Venha aqui, let me warm you up.” José opened his arms and they were quickly filled with a shivering rooster. The parrot merely laughed, gently preening the red feathers he could reach. “If you are so cold, why don’t you just go into the mansion?”

“Because being in there alone is so unwelcoming.”

“...Scrooge invited us.”

“I know.”

“But years of animosity does not just go away.”

“...Si.” Panchito let out a small noise as he was moved to sit up. But he didn’t complain when José kissed him softly.

“It will be fine… We will be fine. And soon we will not have to worry about leaving Donald ever again.” José laughed as Panchito’s mood instantly rose.

“Do you think the papers will arrive on time?”

“Oh, I doubt it. But we will just think of it as a late present.”

Both fell quiet when the boathouse door opened once more, Donald walking out. Wearing an old, plain white shirt that was stained from numerous years of use. Spots of oil could be seen clumping his feathers.

“It’s fixed,” Donald announced, “It’ll be a bit until the entire boat is warm again. But it’s going to be better than out here.”

Panchito let out a cheer and raced up the ramp, pulling the duck into a quick kiss. “You know where to find me!”

And down into the boat the rooster went.

José quietly strolled up the same ramp, clearly in no hurry to leave the sun. “Have I ever told you I am quite enamored with the working man?”

“Every time I fix something.” Donald rolled his eyes, but his feathers ruffled in embarrassment.

“Then you know it is true.”

“Would you just get in here. I need to shower before my feathers are stained black.”

“Would you like to save on water?”

“Just get in!”

José was not offended by the sudden outburst as Donald’s feathers puffed out further. The parrot claimed his own kiss before he entered the boat, pullin the flustered duck in as well.

As soon as the area was clear, Louie quickly stood. Heading back into the mansion. Not looking back to see if the rest were following. Huey was up next, not bothered when Dewey quickly reached out and grabbed his hand. Both pressing close as they followed the younger triplet. Webby brought up the rear. Realizing something was weighing heavily over them, but not fully sure for what reason.

“So...we know no one’s cheating on anyone.” She offered weakly, giving a small smile. Which slipped away when she didn’t receive a reply. “Guys?”

“He’s still lying to us.” Louie muttered darkly. He’d taken residents on the window seat, hood up and curled in on himself.

“Why didn’t Uncle Donald tell us?” Dewey asked weakly. He and Huey had claimed the lowest bunk, clinging to each other.

“Maybe to not hurt us,” Huey offered, “Maybe he had to break it off when he took us in. He couldn’t raise three kids and maintain a long distance relationship.”

“So it’s our fault.” Louie snapped.

“Hang on guys. You’re still just jumping to wild conclusions,” Webby interjected, “He loves you guys. He wanted to take you in.”

“Do we know that? Every story we’ve heard, it was a sudden reaction. He just took us. Maybe it was his way to improperly grieve.” Huey argued back.

“Maybe he just took us in so he could be close to mom in some way.” added Dewey.

“You don’t know that. Come on, we’re going back down there to talk to Donald. Let’s go do that.” Webby waved her hand, a gesture for the trio to follow.

“Are they going to take Uncle Donald away?” Dewey asked.

Huey swallowed weakly. “That’s what it sounds like.”

“What a perfect Christmas present,” Louie huffed, “Gets to run off with his lovers while he leaves the troublesome nephews. How romantic.”

Dewey let out a small whimper, hiding himself away in his older brother. That seemed to snap Louie out of the fog he was in and he rushed over to the bed. Quickly clamoring up and joining in the small huddle. Webby could only watch. Frozen in spot as her mind raced with how she was supposed to help.

___________________

Donald was close to having an episode. Because something was wrong with his boys and he had no idea what it was. He’d been so focused on José and Panchito he hadn’t really given time to his own kids. Now it was a spiraling descent of feeling guilty for his actions, but knowing he had a right to be with his own boyfriends.

“I know that look.”

Donald looked up from the well worn table as José and Panchito slid in on either side of him. “What do you mean?”

“It may have been a few years. But that is a look of forlorn. One you have when you have started berating yourself.” José continued.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” Panchito asked, cutting right to the chase.

Donald huffed, ruffling his feathers. “The kids have been acting...strange, and I can’t figure out why. Now I’m worried I haven’t been paying attention to a problem that shouldn’t be one. And the boys won’t talk to me. They just hover nearby and run when I get too close.”

“José and I could talk to them?”

The green parrot frowned. “Except they have been avoiding us as well. I am afraid we are not going to be much help.”

“What about la niña pequeña, Webby? We could ask her?” The rooster offered.

“I have barely seen her as of late as well.”

“Uh...Scrooge and Beakley?”

“Trust me, if they knew, they would have already ‘talked’ to me about it.” Donald grumbled.

José pulled the duck closer, smiling softly as he eagerly shuffled closer. “It is Christmas, we are all a little stressed. Let us just get past all of this craziness. Then we will sit down with the kids and talk.”

Donald really hated that was their best plan. But he also knew there was very little else they could do.

Christmas day arrived with rather subdued fanfare. The kids were clearly excited to finally open the pile of presents that were under the large pine tree. But Donald was also aware of the numerous, nervous glaces thrown his way. Some rather hard ones given out when José or Panchito was nearby. It was worrisome to think the kids were angry with his lovers. Granted, secret lovers, but the point still remained.

...Did they find out and silently didn’t approve? If this was true, why wouldn’t they just talk to him? He could explain, he could talk to them and hopefully ease their worries.

Donald jumped back to reality feeling a hand placed on his shoulder. He looked up to find Panchito giving him a worried look. He attempted to smile back, but it was clear it wasn’t comforting.

The pile of presents slowly depleted throughout the morning. Donald’s nerves soothed slightly hearing the triplet’s calls of glee with each new gift they unwrapped. Even seeming content with what José and Panchito had given them.

He raised a brow when Scrooge walked over to the couch he, José, and Panchito were sitting on. The older duck cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the other two before holding out an envelope for each.

“Happy Christmas.”

Donald watched as the two birds took an envelope, opening it cautiously. Panchito was the first to fully open his, pulling out a piece of paper and reading it over quickly. He let out such a yell of absolute joy that Donald was worried it would shatter the nearby windows. The rooster leapt up and pulled Scrooge into a tight hug just as José read over his own paper. The parrot’s beak dropped in surprise, wide eyes traveling to Donald as he passed the paper over.

Curious, Donald accepted it. As his eyes traveled down, his own excitement grew, a wide smile breaking out. “...You’re both…”

“We are officially legal!” Panchito cheered, finally releasing Scrooge. Who subtly rubbed his lower back when the rooster turned away. “We are now citizens!”

“We were not expecting these papers so soon.” José mumbled weakly.

Scrooge gave a small chuckle, giving a knowing smirk when all eyes were back on him. “You can get things moving fairly quickly when you have enough money.”

He winced as Panchito pulled him into another quick, but still bone crushing hug. “There is not enough thanks in the world!”

Donald could only laugh as he and José were pulled off the couch by the rooster. “We can stay, we can finally be close to each other. We can buy a home and-”

The joyous moment was quickly cut short when a loud ‘thud’ interrupted the event. Louie had stood, the present given to him by the two colorful birds had been tossed to the side. Donald would have berated the duckling, if he wasn’t stunned by the look on the triplet’s face.

Anger.

Absolute anger.

Before anyone could speak, Louie left the room, hood flipped up and hand shoved into his pocket. Shoulders up to make himself small as he stormed away.

Shockingly, José followed.

Confused and hoping for some answers, Donald turned to the remaining two. Only for Dewey to rush out next. With hands pressed to his beak and (Donal’s heart jolted) tears threatening to spill out. Panchito followed the duckling close behind. That left Huey with Donald. The duckling, the smallest Donald had ever seen him. No one commented as Donald picked Huey up and carried him out of the room.

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Louie was fast when he wanted to be. José was thankful that the duckling was heavy footed. Because there was no other way he would have found the duckling in this maze of a building. Louie had taken up residents by a large window, far away from everyone else. Hood still up and knees pulled close, glaring at the outside estate. José approached cautiously, clearing his throat to announce his arrival. The duckling didn’t move.

“May I join you?”

There was still no reply. José didn’t mind, taking a seat and turning so he could view the outside world as well. “I will admit, I never thought I would be one for snow. I grew up in such warm climates. I believed when I experienced sheer cold, I would hate it. But, when I gave it a chance, I found it to be wondrous. True I do have to bundle up in order to enjoy it. It is still such a thrill to see though.”

“I’m not accepting you.” Louie replied shortly.

“But you have not even gotten to know me. It is unfair for you to jump so quickly to such a conclusion.”

“Well, you never got to know me. You spent all your time with Uncle Donald.”

José let out a slow sigh and nods. “That is true. And I hope you will understand why. I have not seen your uncle in such a long time. At least in a way that I have had so much time to spend with him. Not just a day or a few hours. It has been wonderful...and I may have gotten a little carried away at keeping your uncle’s attention.”

“Because you’re dating.” Louie stated, staring the parrot down.

José blinked in surprise, but did not dispute it. “Yes we...we were.”

“Were? My brothers and I have seen you and the rooster hanging off of Uncle Donald! You are dating.”

“Were. We broke it off a short time after you three were hatched. Your uncle wanted to focus on you and we were unable to stay.”

“And now you can. Now you’re legally able to. Now you can take Uncle Donald away from us.”

“Ai meu deus, Louie. Where did you get that idea?”

“Just now! With Panchito saying ‘we’ and how you all were going to buy a house!”

“I… the ‘we’ was Panchito and I. We would only ask Donald to move in if all four of you would have agreed.”

That caused Louie’s glare to soften. “...Four?”

“We, that being Panchito and I, would love to have all of you live with us. I am sorry to make you and your brothers think we would not welcome you properly into our lives. I suppose a proper start would be necessary.”

José cleared his throat and held out a hand, one that Louie gingerly took. “Hello Louie. I am José Carioca, an old relation to your Uncle Donald. It is wonderful to see you.”

“...Louie Duck. Nephew of Donald Duck...and CEO of Louie Inc.”

The parrot laughed jovially at that. “So young and already a businessman. Tell me Louie, have you been to Bahia?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, if you have time, allow me to regale you a few tales.”

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“Dewey! Dewey, please stop!” Panchito grumbled when the duckling sped up instead. Mentally berating himself knowing that wouldn’t have worked. The rooster picked up his own speed when Dewey darted into the triplet’s bedroom. Just fast enough to stop the door from closing with his foot. He only entered when he heard Dewey settle down on a bed.

Letting out a slow breath, Panchito walked in. He cautiously stepped over the chaotic mess as he approached the beds. Dewey was lying on the second bed, covered by the blue blanket, small sniffs heard from within. Slowly climbing up the bedside ladder, Panchito leaned over and rested his upper body on the bed proper.

“You are a speedy little guy. Kind of shocked I was able to keep up.” Panchito laughed softly. He frowned when Dewey didn’t reply.

“...I know the want to just run away from your troubles. I have a big, big family. Seems like the only way to avoid fights was to run away. Run far and fast. So that is what I did. When I could not just smile any longer, I would run.”

He fell quiet when Dewey shuffled, the lump under the blanket moving closer to the rooster. Panchito smiled gently as the duckling’s face appeared. Eyes red with the feathers around them damp. “Hola.”

“...Hi…”

“Why did you run?”

Dewey didn’t reply. He instead sat up and asked his own question. “Is that what you did when we hatched and Uncle Donald started to raise us? That we were a problem you didn’t want, so you ran?”

“What? No, no niño, no. José and I weren’t able to stay. We were young, had no income, no way to get citizenship. We really, truly wanted to stay… But even your Uncle Donald knew how impossible it would be for us.”

“So you broke up?”

Panchito coughed weakly, suddenly feeling flustered. “I, well, w-why would you say that?”

“We’ve seen you, José, and Uncle Donald together.”

“Ah...suppose we were not that sneaky. But, yes, we did break up. We did not want to...but our options were low or impossible to get.”

Taking a bit of a risk, Panchito reached out to gently dry off the damp feathers. Dewey didn’t protest. He even smiled weakly, shoulders relaxing.

“I fell in love with you three the moment you hatched. And I know José feels the same. You had such big eyes and were covered with fluffy, yellow feathers. Oh, dios mío you boys were so adorable. I am sure my heart burst with happiness.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I wanted to hold you all and never let go. And you clung to me, you would giggle and I would just melt every time.”

Dewey laughed weakly at that. He inched closer until he could wrap his arms around Panchito. The rooster instantly pulled the duckling closer, beaming.

“I am not running away. Not now, not ever.”

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Donald knew when Huey was upset, he needed to let the duckling lead. Don’t question, don’t prod, don’t poke. When Huey wanted to talk, he would talk. So Donald waited, holding the duckling’s hands and gently running his thumbs along the back of them. Huey was staring at the ground. The quiet was broken when a small sniff or hiccup escaped him. Other than that, it was silent between them.

It remained this way for a few minutes until Huey weakly squeezed Donald’s hands. A non-verbal indication that he had calmed and was ready to talk. Even then, it took awhile for Huey to find his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Donald shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

“We know you, José, and Panchito are...together. In a relationship.”

“Okay. Well, I suppose that’s something I should be apologizing for. I was going to tell you three. Should have done that a lot sooner. But you don’t need to apologize for finding out.”

Huey shook his head but didn’t say anything. Donald was at a complete loss.

“Huey...I can’t help you if I don’t know what the issue is.”

“Do you hate us?”

He felt as if he had been punched in the gut. It took a few seconds for Donald to compose himself before he could speak again. “No, why would you think that?”

“You love them, but you never mention them. Never talk about them. You had to give up your life with the people you love because we… Because we were dumped into your lap. You didn’t get a choice and you had to give up so much. Because of us. How could you not hate us?”

“Huey, Huey, I need you to slow your breathing.” Donald quickly took back control, hand slowly rising and falling for Huey to follow. He waited for the duckling to calm again before asking, “Do you want me to take your hands again?”

That was answered with a short nod and Donald complied. “Now I want to make something perfectly clear. I am, in no way in any shape of form, angry at you or your brothers. You weren’t dumped into my lap. I willingly took you in and I don’t regret it at all. I loved raising you three and I love you three now.”

“But...you left them.”

“Because they couldn’t stay here. And I didn’t want them to feel as if they had to put a pause on their lives for me. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if they had spent years trying to return here to live here. We were wild when we were younger, them more so than I. They would never admit it, but it would have driven them crazy if they had to stay here. I wanted them to experience the world they had always talked about. To experience what I had when I was growing with Uncle Scrooge.”

“How come you never talked about them?”

“I’m not sure. If I really think about it, I think I would have broken down. I love them so much...and I didn’t want you three to worry when I began to blubber over people you’d never met.”

“Are we going to move in with them?”

“How about we live through this and then we’ll discuss that. All of us.”

Huey hummed softly and nodded. “Okay.”

“Feeling better?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Huey looked up with a small smile, “Thanks Uncle Donald.”

Donald smiled back, he pulled the younger into a tight hug. “I love you and I love your brothers. Never doubt that. Now, how about we go find everyone?”

Huey nodded once more and didn’t argue when he was picked up again. As they neared the crossroads, they unintentionally came across the missing party members. José holding Louie’s hand as the older was leading the way. Dewey was riding on Panchito’s shoulders, wearing the large sombrero that was slowly slipping down to cover his eyes.

They all shared quick glances before Donald laughed softly. “I’ll take it, we’ve all talked and are feeling better?”

All parties nodded, sharing calm smiles. Panchito stepped forward and pulled all into a tight hug. None complained about how crushing it was, the triplets finding it comforting.

#ducktales #the three caballeros #s-creations #one shot #fanfiction #scrooge mcduck #donald duck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #jose carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchio pistoles #jose x panchito x donald #three gay caballeros

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feeling--pink · 4 years ago

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I had an idea for today and I started to draw it this morning then immediately scrapped it because I didn't know how I wanted to draw Gyro and then I remembered this one video of a duck wearing a flower hat and got an Idea™ and made them!!

So yeah here's HDLW as Fae with flowers and petals as clothes for day 3: flowers of @ducktober2020 !!!! :D

If you’re wondering what the heck was going through my head as I made these, me too! I’ll do my best to explain it under the cut!!

So right away you’re probably thinking “wait, if Dewey and Louie are fawn centaurs then why the heck is Huey a satyr??”

And to that I say, I drew Huey as a satyr first then I was starting to draw Dewey and had the thought “oh Dewey would make a GREAT fawn centaur” and then didn’t have time to go back and fix Huey

and like, they’re all deer based so its fineeeeeeee

Huey

Huey is the Direct Result of the duck wearing a flower hat video

What type of flower is that you ask?

Why it’s a alstromeria of course!!

They look like this!!

I was mainly looking for something bell shaped for his hat, and these came in pink and red so it was perfect!!

And at the time I wasn’t even looking for this but in flower language they mean devotion and friendship!!

Huey is very devoted!! Especially to his friends!

So obviously it was perfect!!

from this point on I was specifically looking for flower language matches

Dewey

Dewey actually has two types of flowers, the fancy lad

They’re white heathers and blue roses

I needed a blue but wasn’t finding anything right away so started with the heathers

White heathers symbolize protection and wishes coming true

I’ll get back to why that makes sense

I was amidst my research when I remembered blue roses

braced myself and look at their meaning; mystery and obtaining the impossible

and my mind when OH!!!!!!!!

Dewey was the one researching Della’s disappearance, (a mystery) but he didn’t tell Huey and Louie because he wanted to protect him from the truth and even after they solved it he still wished Della was there and despite all odds, the impossible happened and she came back!!

So yeah I read into that WAY too much but hey it’s blue so I took it

Louie

Louie is sporting some yellow poppy petals!!

Yellow poppy’s mean wealth and success

Need I explain??

I know they aren’t green, so I tried to incorporate the leaves but I really could only figure out the trim

I think it holds up though!!

Webby

So first off, why is Webby a faery?

Well it’s the totally legitimate reason of I didn't feel like drawing more deer hindquarters

But I was 100% fine with drawing butterfly wings; hence faery

Webby’s flowers are pink carnations and forget-me-nots!!

So on the site I was looking at pink carnations meant “I’ll never forget you”

upon further research apparently they also mean a mother’s love but we’re going to IGNORE THAT COMPLETELY!!! :D

Forget-me-nots mean, get this, not to forget the giver

Also memories and faithful love!!

Let's take this apart, to whom is Webby friends with and through said friendship and Not Forgetting Her literally brang her back from the dead?

Why Lena of course!! :DD

So, am I using flower language as not-so-subtle subtext to imply that Webby is High Key in love with Lena?

Yes. Yes I am.

By the way I REALLY love turning flowers upside down and making them skirts

that’s on of my favorite things ever!!

And there’s my in depth explanation for what the heck is going on even though no one asked!!! :D Have a great day everyone who read this!!!

I might revisit this later with more characters IDK but here’s what I have right now!!

#my art stuff #ducktober #ducktober 2020 #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #weird concept I know #but I REALLY didn't feel like figuring out how to draw gyro #I love making things much harder on myself than necessary #ill draw my original idea some other time

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duck-writer · 4 years ago

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Aphrodite’s Broken Heart

“What is that?” Huey asked as he and his brothers plus Webby approached the artifact.

It was encased into the walls perfectly. It would seem hard to pluck it without proper tools. But even as Louie tried to reach for it, Scrooge tapped his hand away with his cane.

“The Heart of Aphrodite...don’t touch. This is not one treasure we can take.” Scrooge said solemnly.

“Why not?” Louie asked with a pout. Followed up by, “Isn’t that the point of our adventuring?”

“Normally, yes. But not this time. See...there’s another aspect of adventuring you wee ones need to learn.” Scrooge answered.

“Is it the posing? Because we’ve actually been practicing and mine’s the best.” Dewey offered.

“No.” Scrooge said dismissively as he looked at the cracked gem with a deep frown. “There are some adventures you learn a bit more about the place you’re exploring. What makes it up and sometimes how it fits into the grand scheme of things. When you’re young, you may not care much about it and more about the quest or treasure at the end-”

“I mean obviously, what’s the point of these things if not for the treasure?” Louie asked and Dewey nodded.

“I hear a ‘but’ coming though.” Huey said as he noticed his uncle’s tone.

“But!” Scrooge emphasized. “What we only value at it’s surface, some things were created to maintain a balance. Lock away evil not capable to be destroyed, or simply pillars that help maintain life here on earth, as we know it.”

“And the Heart of Aphrodite is one of those pillars?” Webby asked as she stepped up to get a better look at it, “It’s cracked...”

“Aphrodite...Storkules mentioned her! Something about asking her for help with Uncle Donald....” Dewey commented with a bit of confusion in his voice. Other than that reference, he wasn’t really sure about her.

“She’s the Greek goddess of-” Webby began but then gasped as the bright red gem that was glowing on and off got another crack in it. “Are we...talking too loud?”

“No...it’s breaking.” Scrooge said solemnly.

“That’s not good...right?” Louie asked.

“Considering the Trojan War happened as a result of her being chosen as the fairest, I can’t imagine her heart getting broken would be anything good.” Huey supplied.

“But this isn’t actually her heart right? What is it, Uncle Scrooge?” Louie asked.

“Nay, it’s not her actual heart but it is important. It was gifted to her by Ares as an anniversary present.” Scrooge began.

“Wasn’t she married to Hephaestus?” Huey asked.

“Yes!” Webby answered.

“Sounds like a soap opera.” Dewey said.

“Are you going to let me finish!?”

There was a chorus of ‘Sorry, Uncle Scrooge!’.

“This gem is what allows love to be felt and given to everyone on earth. If it breaks...there will be no love.”

“That’s gonna be a bummer for Valentines day.” Louie said.

“Man, if they cancel Valentines day then we’ll have no sweets giving holiday in February! No 75% off of chocolate February 15th!” Dewey cried.

“It’s not just romantic love, you knuckleheads! ALL sorts of love! Romantic, platonic...familial.” Scrooge said the last one quietly.

The triplets and Webby shared a look. Love was an concept. They weren’t interested in romantic love, yet, and it was the sort of love one thinks about the most when hearing the word. But they all understood that some of the most epic moments of their adventures, their most heroic feats, were acts of love for each other and want to keep each other safe.

“What does that mean for us if it breaks?” Huey asked.

“An entire world full of indifference.” Scrooge answered.

“That doesn’t sound...too bad.” Louie said, though he didn’t sound too convinced.

“But it won’t come to that! Right Uncle Scrooge?” Webby asked.

“Fix a goddess broken heart? Let me Dewey-it!” Dewey exclaimed as he walked up towards the gem. Only to be yanked back by Scooge.

“Careful, laddie! We came here to see how bad the damage is. The cure is sadly...a sacrifice.” Scrooge answered.

“Sacrifice? What sort of sacrifice?” Louie demanded, already eyeing the gem warily and taking a step back from it.

“Someone with very powerful love. Love so strong it’ll move mountains, give hope to the hopeless, make you believe everything will be alright despite it being not alright. It’s rare and asking someone to give it up for the world isn’t easy...” Scrooge explained.

“Does someone like that even exist?” Dewey asked with a head tilt.

“Aye. But anyway, we’ve come what we came for. Let’s head back and make a proper plan.” Scrooge said and was met with grumbling, but they all headed back towards the aeroplane.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It was a gift from Ares to Aphrodite...” Xandra began as she looked at the cracking gem rather than her valiant hero. “The saying ‘all’s fair in love and war’ stems from their relationship. Love can be dangerous. The things one is willing to do for it...” She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. “I know it’s not fair to ask this of you. And I can already hear the angry tirades of the other two, but there is no one I can think of who fits the criteria better. Someone who is so angry at the world...but loves just as intensely.”

“If I don’t do this...bad things will happen, won’t they?” Donald asked, though he already knew the answer. At Xandra’s nod, he sighed but forced a smile anyway. “What do I do?”

She reaches for his amulet and places it in his hands. “Think about all that you love.”

He does. He doesn’t have to think too hard because the answer is easy. His kids. Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby. Others popped in too. Panchito and Jose, Xandra too. Daisy, May, June, and April. Ari, Launchpad, Scrooge, Mrs. B...he had a lot of love and respect that fueled him. And now it would have to fuel the world for a couple of centuries.

Xandra watched with a sad expression as the love manifested itself into a whirlwind of stardust that swirled from Donald and into the blue amulet. After it was done, she caught Donald as such a task drained him of...a lot, and gently placed him against the wall. With tears in her eyes she replaced Ares’ cracking heart with Donald’s intact one.

~~~~~~~~~

Scrooge let the kids wonder off after some time helping. He had plenty of work to do atop of trying to figure out how to cure Aphrodite’s heart.

There was a swoosh sound and he grabbed his cane and pushed back his chair to stand as a bright whirlwind appeared. When it manifested into a creature of some sort he wasn’t too phased, but when he noticed who it was holding, his grip on his cane tightened, “Put. Him. Down. Gently!”

The goddess does, resting Donald on the couch near the wall before she turned to look at Scrooge with a saddened expression. “Scrooge McDuck...”

“Aye...and who are you? More importantly, what have you done to my nephew?”

“My name is Xandra. I am the goddess of adventure.” Unlike before, when she would have exclaimed her title with mirth and excitement, it was a mere introduction she knew would hold Scrooge’s interest.

The older duck gasped and muttered, “Bless me bagpipes...” But he couldn’t be as thrilled as he would have been under normal circumstances. He looked over to Donald with a concerned look. “What happened?”

“You’re aware of the condition of the Heart of Aphrodite?” Xandra asked.

Scrooge nodded and gestured to his desk, “I’ve been looking into possible answers.”

“...there’s no longer a need. It’s been resolved.” She said sadly.

Scrooge narrowed his eyes. “How?”

He followed her gaze over to Doland’s form and his eyes widened and he rushed to his nephew to inspect his vitals. As he did, Xandra continued to explain. “The heart was far too broken. There’s no way to cure or fix it. It needed to be replaced. I need not remind you the vital role the heart plays on Earth...nor of the sacrifices done for the sake of love.”

Scrooge’s grip on Donald was like a vice, “He’s not waking up...why isn’t he waking up?”

“I placed him in a slumber.” Xandra answered. She didn’t flinch when Scrooge snapped his head at her and demanded the reason for it. “It was his request. He didn’t want the boys to see him without love...the love for them was the only thing that kept him going for over a decade. And now, that same love will keep the earth alive.”

#Ducktales 2017 #Donald Duck #Huey Duck #Louie Duck #Dewey Duck #Scrooge McDuck #Webby Vanderquack #Fanfic #Legend of the Three Caballeros #Xandra Goddess of Adventure

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years ago

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LET’S GET READY TO RE-CAAAAAAAAP

“I have numerous science-based questions” I mean, same. It also sets up that Huey is gonna be out of his element this episode

SCROOGE HAS NO TIME FOR SCIENCE

“I AM THAT CHAMPION.” A bit full of yourself there. I couldn’t hear this line without saying “I’M. THAT. HERO.” Oh VeggieTales, you’ll always be with me

THEY ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE!!

I like that Louie does a finger gun when Scrooge gets to him

Like I said earlier, I DO NOT care Scrooge already putting pressure on these kids

Poor Dewey seems like he’s the unfavorite, which is probably how Donald felt as well

Huey makes a good point and I do NOT like how dismissive Scrooge is of the twins

That being said...they totally killed someone in battle

SOMEDAY WE’LL FIND IT, THE RAINBOW CONNECTION!

Why didn’t Launchpad crash? I know he can land w/o crashing but it’s usually when he lands in water. THIS FEELS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW though it probably isn’t

“THEY FOUND A WAY TO MAKE RAINBOWS BETTER!” God, I love Webby

“This is the best day.” WEBBY, YOU ARE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS OF ADORABLE

Birds with beards look odd

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Poor Huey, magic and mythology aren’t his strong point

I love that it says Odin’s Closet over the shirts. It’s the little details

“Guess Louie knows what Louie’s doing today.” And then he disappears into the shirts. I can appreciate someone who knows what they’re about

I want ALL the shirts from this episode!

“WHOA, IT’S WRESTLING!” He looks so dang happy, it’s ADORABLE

“THIS IS AWESOME!” Chanting is fun

“So these guys just copied professional wrestling?” Huey, you’re form of logic is not welcome here

Does that mean Scrooge told someone about his battles and inspired them to create pro wrestling? I’m gonna go with that

“And they will love me for it!” Dewey, sweetie, that’s only how it works half the time

I loved all the man-snake stuff. Made me giggle

Man snake be THICC. HOT DAMN

I love the little pig ref. HE’S SO CUTE

Jormungandr knows how to pump up a crowd

So, like, is everyone in the audience technically DEAD?! That makes this episode slightly darker. I dig it

I wonder if Jormungandr sees Earth’s destruction as a good thing for Earth. Like if he genuinely thinks they’d be better off in Valhalla. Or if he’s just a bastard who wants to watch the world burn

Scrooge is a bit too into playing the heel

The way Scrooge moves and the faces he makes as the Millionaire Miser remind me of Glomgold

“I watch a lot of wrestling while I fly.” “Wait, while?” This exchange always cracks me up

“Uncle Scrooge is the greatest hero of all time.” “Huh, I guess not everyone thinks so.” I feel like this is foreshadowing later events

RIP Announcer Puffin

“DIBS ON ANNOUNCING!” A dude just got KO’d bro! Have a bit of respect

And the return of the dynamic sports announcer duo. Glad Huey got his badge

I NEED MORE WRESTLING ANNOUNCER LP

Strongbeard is DOPE

“How did you know that?” “Just calling it like I see it. WRESTLING!” The real reason Launchpad knows is because he’s actually Thor but doesn’t remember. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

FEAR THE BEARD

“What matters is I’m doing the right thing.” I don’t know, you really seem to enjoy being a heel

This whole match is great

Dewey, there ARE NO RULES IN WRESTLING. Plus you aren’t the ref, so you can’t make that call

I have very inappropriate jokes go through my head when only one arm absorbs the beard energy

“I am so confused.” CONSTANT MOOD

DID SCROOGE NARUTO RUN AT STRONGBEARD?!

I like that Scrooge dives onto him the same way he dives into his bin

LP is so excited he pushes Huey out of the way for NO REASON

HOLY FUCK THAT DUDE THREW A CHAIR AT A CHILD!

All the bone cracking in this episode made me uncomfortable, as in my bones hurt during it

“He is such a good guy.” I’d say he’s a fair guy, not necessarily a good guy

“Which two of you will fight for me?” Webby has been waiting for this moment her WHOLE LIFE

Louie, always taking time to make that money

Who gave him a shirt cannon?!

I love that the dude comes up wearing the shirt

Dewey just slaps Scrooge in the face

Champ POPular! Too cute! I love his hair and outfit. Though I don’t think Champ POPular’s “too popular to hate.” If anything he might annoy people due to his popularity

I thought he was gonna pull out yo-yos as his “finishing touch” and I was sad when it was lollipops even though that makes more sense. BRING BACK THE YO-YOS!

“Do all the fighting and make sure he doesn’t die.” That is a valid concern

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU! I’D KNOW IT ANYWHERE

Huey taking notes is adorable

“Just in time for the tag-team round.” “Wait, they’re playing tag now?! MAN!” I love how Danny says MAN

How does Huey not know what a tag-team is? It’s a pretty common term

I love Launchpad’s reading face

Dewey has red, blue, and green lollipops. Cute

“HE’S THROWING LOLLIPOPS BECAUSE HE THINKS WE’RE SUCKERS!” That took me off guard and I laughed so hard

“I’ve known you my whole life, I kinda knew how this would play out.” Louie is genre savvy. Perhaps too savvy. He’s gonna figure out he’s in a tv show

“More like Champ POP..ulation zero because he has no friends...in Friendtown.” I fail to see how that was any worse than LP’s “more like Champ UN-POPular.”

“WE HATE YOU NOW!” Tough crowd

Huey’s face after that. I just want to pinch his lil cheeks

WEBBY DON’T NEED NO WRESTLER NAME

It TOTALLY went over my head that they censored Hela with Hecka (at least they used her better than the MCU did. WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BETTER)

I would let her pin me to the mat and crush my skull in

“Oh, COME ON, THIS is what you like?! A creepy goth and her pet dog!” SHUT UP, DEWEY, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT! I’m surprised Webby didn’t slap him for the “creepy goth” comment seeing as Lena is goth and misunderstood

“HECKA YEAH! HECKA YEAH!” SHE’S SO COOL AND SEXY AND SHE HAS A DOG

Poor Huey, he’s doing his best. Hope he takes a shower later because he got pretty sweaty

HECKA COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D SAY THANK YOU

Why did Huey have all those corn puns?

“YOU’RE THE WORST! YOU’RE THE WORST!” It’s just not Huey’s day

“You don’t have to try to make it sound great, it already is.” Did this remind anyone else of Dewey’s “don’t overthink it” advice to Launchpad from Double-O Duck? He’s doing his best to help Huey

I WANT HECKA TO DESTROY ME

“EMBRACE THE BOOZE BOOS.”

Poor Dewey

WEBBY IS A BEAST! SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS!

“EMBRACE YOUR INNER HEEL!” Cuz being a heel is fun!

DUDE, WEBBY TOOK DOWN THE GODDESS OF DEATH WITH NOTHING BUT HER LEGS AND THIGHS! WE STAN!

I like that Fenny has knee pads on

“AW, YOU’RE SO DANGEROUS AND CUTE! I JUST WANT TO PET YOUR LITTLE BELLY!” WEBBY IS ME

“A classic ‘who’s a good boy?’ gambit!” AND I’D FALL FOR IT TOO! SUCH A GOOD BOI

“Wait, am I the Launchpad here?” Bitch, you WISH

“YOU CAN’T GIVE CANDY TO A DOG!” This is why you don’t have a pet, Dewey

“WHOA, back from THE DEAD for the QUEEN of the DEAD!”

Kind of a dick move, Louie

AIR GUITAR!

Jormungandr looks like a Masters of the Universe knock-off toy

WHO’S A GOOD BOI? YOU ARE!

“With a toxic personality” I think you’re projecting a bit, Jormungandr

How does Huey not know what a battle royale is? That is a very common term! Hell, there is a well known book and movie with that title!

“I’m just a humble, noble snake man of the people.” Why does the term snake man make me laugh so much?

WOY REFERENCE FTW

Dewey needs a hug! And some therapy would probably be a good idea

Scrooge’s speech started on a good note then went downhill FAST

“And lastly, I’ll use the dust of your bones as sweetener in my tea.” DAMN

“TOO FAR!” I DON’T THINK IT’S FAR ENOUGH! TELL HIM HOW YOU WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD

FUCK YEAH BEAKLEY!

SHE GAVE HIM THE CHAIR! I think this CONFIRMS Beakley as a wrestling fan

“I know we’re supposed to take over for Scrooge one day, but do you ever wonder if maybe we’re not cut out for it?” YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WONDER THOSE THINGS AT ALL!

Louie’s like WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!

“Be LP” My new mantra

Aw, Louie sees Dewey as a hero. Like how LP saw Drake as a hero. I think @drakepad is onto something, this scene and the fight scene seem WAAAAY too much like Drake’s intro to be just a coincidence

I keep saying this, but Louie should consider a career in motivational speaking. He knows what people need to hear

“Let’s do this!” “I don’t know.” “Let’s Dewey this?” “I’m in.”

“I’LL SHED YOUR SKIN FOR YOU!” If he hadn’t of had an old man back moment that would have been a BRUTAL CUT

OMG WAS LAUNCHPAD WEARING THAT THE WHOLE TIME? You see his clothes fly off when he jumps in the ring

“Whoa. In a COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED TWIST, the announcer was Captain Crash THIS WHOLE TIME!” LP does underground wrestling matches in his spare time, TELL ME I’M WRONG

“YOUR CATCHPHRASES ARE FORCED!” I agree, Dewey could have done WAY BETTER

I like Louie just GLARING at the dude who insulted Dewey’s catchphrase

LP looks so proud of Huey

“I don’t care at all, why should I?” Methinks the snake man doth protest too much

I like how Jormungandr’s pupils are thinner during the climax. It shows off his true nature

Dewey should have been the one to do a spin attack, ya know, cuz he’s Sonic? I’ll go now

“The Pop never Stops.” That was better

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CHAIRS COMING FROM?!

I LEGIT thought Strongbeard was gonna throw Dewey his axe and I was like Dewey wouldn’t be able to lift that

SUPER SAIYAN DEWEY! Also was that a TIGER SNARL?

I like the ice pack on Launchpad’s head. Just because he can take a lot of damage doesn’t mean that LP is immune to pain

I like that the crowd CHANGED THEIR BANNERS! Nice

LOUIE AND WEBBY LOOKED SO CUTE!

LP tearing up

“A true people’s hero” I feel like that phrase will come back in relation to other characters (cough DW cough)

Scrooge is such a little shit, it’s kind of adorable

THAT END SHOT! THAT SONG!

This was a SUPER FUN EPISODE! I couldn’t really tell where they were going and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I wish we had gotten Huey in some wrestling gear but maybe next time. I like the message that doing the right thing isn’t always popular but I kind of feel like Dewey getting the crowd on his side muddled the message somewhat. Poor Dewey needs therapy or something so he doesn’t feel like he needs CONSTANT approval. Again, he’s 11 YEARS OLD and shouldn’t be put into such a serious position. LP was VIP this episode. I’m bummed we’re on hiatus again, but WHAT an episode to end on!

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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twilighteve-writes · 4 years ago

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Feather One Divided -- Chapter 1: The Dream

Fic Summary:

Feather one divided, fate’s ties frayed, Fractured and wedged, scattered and gone.

After sharing an unsettling dream of Felldrake, the Three Caballeros decided to join back together with Xandra to form a stronghold in case the sorcerer returned. But Felldrake’s plans proved to be bigger than they expected, and when he struck so close to home, it was all Donald could do to keep his family – and himself – together.

(Also available in AO3)

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Feather one divided to three,

The red, the blue, and the green.

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The rush of wind upon her face – unfamiliar, harsh, cold. The sky expanded, the universe opened for her eyes, galaxies swelling and shining with the light of stars and colorful nebulas. Rocks floated, seemingly weightless, but her feet stayed firmly grounded. The rocks may escape the laws of gravity, but she couldn’t.

A shape loomed over her, an ominous shade of purple. It was a giant fowl with multiple horns and large, round belly, with booming voice that rang and echoed in the galaxy. His whole appearance would have been hilarious with how dramatic he was if he wasn’t also downright terrifying. He grinned at her, and dread pooled in her stomach – something whispered in her mind, telling her that he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be like this, that this was wrong, all wrong.

Red and green flashed around her and ran to the giant fowl, and she followed, clad in blue light. There was a weight of a sword in her hand, unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

The shape reached out, striking out like a snake. Her sight was obscured in the purple, and the world went dark.

She woke with a start.

She blinked, for a moment disoriented. She took a deep breath and felt her magic, knowing immediately that the dream didn’t come from her. With that in mind, she rose from her bed and treaded lightly on the wooden floor, making her way to the houseboat.

“Donald?” she called softly as she opened the door to his bedroom. “What was with that dream?”

Her brother was curled up on his hammock, face illuminated by his phone. He looked up at her and tiredly waved her away. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep, Dell.”

“Are you sure? That didn’t feel like nothing,” Della said. “And you’re up. Are you okay? Should we go to the kitchen?”

Donald snorted. “Uncle Scrooge will be mad if we drink coffee and eat brownies again.”

“Well, there’s hot chocolate.”

Donald shook his head. “It’s fine, Dell. Go back to sleep.”

Della studied his face. “Well… if you’re sure.” She turned, her gaze on Donald lingering, and walked away. “Goodnight, Don.”

“Night, Dell.”

The door clicked shut.

With Della gone, Donald returned his attention to his phone, scanning the last texts in the group chat with Panchito and José.

[9:27 PM] José: ok, so i will go to mexico to get panchito and then we’ll get you see you in duckburg, donald :))

[9:29 PM] Panchito: i’m so excited for this! the caballeros, back together again!

[9:30 PM] Me: yea i’m excited too!! see you soon guys!

His fingers hovered over the keys, thinking about what he wanted to write. Before he could decide, the phone dinged softly as a new message came in. He checked in, reading the text, and the phone dinged again and again as more message came in.

[2:43 AM] Panchito: hey did you see that

[2:44 AM] José: are you talking about the felldrake vision? si

[2:44 AM] Panchito: oh good! that’s not just me

[2:45 AM] Me: no?? notg ood? guys we haven’t heard of felldrake in literal years and we just had a shared vision this feels like an omen?

[2:47 AM] José: but we can’t do anything about it now we should meet up first i think discuss it in person

[2:48 AM] Panchito: and also see if we get more vision? maybe xandra will meet us

[2:49 AM] Me: do we know where she is or how to contact her

[2:50 AM] Panchito: no, she didn’t say

[2:50 AM] Me: well shit

[2:51 AM] José: ok, i have an idea i’ll hit the places xandra might be in as i go to panchito we’ll search for her as we go to duckburg when we get to donald we continue searching maybe we can check the old cabana

[2:53 AM] Panchito: that sounds good

[2:54 AM] Me: yeah, ok see you soon?

[2:54 AM] Panchito: see you soon buenos noches, dulces sueños

[2:55 AM] José: you too, panchinto, donald

Donald locked the screen and set the phone away, mind whirling. It had been a while since he thought in length about Felldrake. After all, they hadn’t heard of the sorcerer after he ran away in Sheldgoose’s body, and while Xandra had gone to track him down, there was no word about it. In his mind, he’d assumed that maybe Felldrake had just… croaked.

He sighed and laid back down, one hand snaking underneath his pillow. He froze when his fingers brushed against something cool and hard, and he took it out.

The familiar amulet gleamed in his hand.

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Louie suppressed a yawn as he opened the fridge to get milk. The morning was lazy and sluggish, with the occupants of the manor reaching for coffee or breakfast for their chosen pick-me-up. He knew, though, that it wouldn’t be for long. Uncle Donald told them that Panchito and José would be visiting, which was exciting to say the least. They were fun to be around.

As he poured cereal into his bowl, though, he noticed Uncle Donald blearily looking at his mug, looking more pensive than excited. Frowning, Louie opened the carton of milk and asked, “So, Panchito and José. When will they arrive?”

“Hm, hwha?” Uncle Donald looked up to meet his eyes, his magic just as sluggish as he looked. The question registered and he nodded. “Right! Panchito and José, right. They’ll arrive maybe in a week or so, they’re kind of sightseeing as they go.” He straightened up, seemingly regaining a bit of clarity. “But I know you kids are going later, and you’d better be back for lunch.”

“Aw, don’t worry, Uncle Donald. We’re just going to be in Funso’s for a bit,” Huey assured. “As long as Dewey doesn’t spend too much time playing that new spy game…”

“Hey, that new spy game is the spiffiest game in existence, and I will not let you slander it.”

“It’s okay, we’ll make sure to check the time,” Webby said.

“Alright, then. Take care, you guys.” Uncle Donald went back to contemplating his coffee mug. Mom glanced at him, frowned, and turned to the kids.

“Anyway, you kids have enough money for the bus fare? Do you need anything?”

“That’s okay, we got everything,” Huey said. The rest of breakfast went down quietly, though Louie noticed Mom and Uncle Donald’s magic keep rising and poking each other the way they always do when they talked magically. A part of him wondered what they were talking about, but then he remembered the one time he asked they answered, in unison, taxes. He was too young to be thinking about taxes, thanks.

The four of them set off to the bus stop, meeting up with Violet and Lena on the stop nearest to Funso’s. Webby immediately flocked with the girls, chattering up and down about anything and everything as the boys exchanged greetings with them. Dewey practically dragged the girls to play Double-O-Duck while Huey and Louie opted to hang about the tables, people watching and waiting for the others to be done.

“Hey, do you want something to drink?” Louie asked after a while.

“Sure. We can share a cup, that’ll be cheaper,” Huey said. He glanced at Louie and whispered, “And, hey. Water, alright?”

“Psssh, Huey. It’s like you don’t know me at all.” Louie rolled his eyes and went to get the cup, already wondering if the Pep station was filled or not.

Huey huffed. “My brother is a criminal,” he commented dramatically. “Anyway, I’m gonna go check out the arcade. Meet you later?”

“Sure.”

Louie eventually settled for the punch, and he sat on the table, happily skimming though social media using Funso’s free wifi – it was slow, but bearable.

The sound of a chair leg scraping against the floor drew his gaze up, and he came face to face with a goose in purple who stared into his eyes with much more intensity than he was comfortable with. Upon seeing Louie looking up at him, he smiled. “Hello,” he greeted.

Louie blinked. “Uh, hi?”

“Is this seat taken?” the goose asked again. Without waiting for Louie’s answer, he leaned forward and placed his chin on his hand. “Tell me, boy. Are you alone? Don’t your parents know to not leave kids alone in places like this?”

Louie blinked again and sized the goose. “I’m not alone,” he said as he slipped his phone into his pocket and took the cup – it was empty by now – and slowly slid off the chair. “But I was told not to talk to strangers. Bye.” He walked hastily, passing the goose, eyes already scanning the arcade to find Huey.

“Hey, don’t be so hasty.” The goose’s hand shot out and caught Louie’s elbow, and he dropped the empty cup. “I just wanted to talk to you a bit. I’m a little concerned, you know, since you’re alone and all.”

“I’m not alone. Let go.” Louie tugged his arm away, but the goose didn’t relent. Panic whispered into his magic as he dug deep into himself, searching for Huey’s comfortable warmth and Dewey’s excitable sparks.

The goose had been maintaining a thin smile the whole time, but the moment Louie reached for his brothers’ magic, his smile widened into something bordering on a grin as something washed over Louie. It felt vast and limitless, dark with twinkles of light in the distance, and so so cold and unforgiving Louie felt his knees buckle immediately. He caught himself on the table and scrambled back, but the goose kept his hold.

“Oh,” the goose breathed. “Interesting.”

“Let go,” Louie demanded again, but his voice had grown weak.

“No, no, look at you. You don’t look like you can even stand up straight.” The goose tilted his head as his grip grew tighter. “Why don’t I just… make sure you’re okay?”

Louie opened his mouth to decline, but his tongue felt leaden, his body heavy, the vastness dark twining his limbs and pressing him down like invisible load upon his shoulders. Only his left hand seemed to feel lighter, and he didn’t know why.

“Hey!”

A hand grabbed his arm while another ripped the goose’s hold away. Louie stumbled as the invisible load lifted, as he found his voice once again. He looked up to see Funso’s pig manager, who took one look at him and hastily shoved him behind his leg. “Sir, what were you doing to the kid?” he asked menacingly.

“Oh, I was just making sure the boy is alright,” the goose reasoned as he stood up. “He looks unwell, and it doesn’t look like his parents are around.”

“Do you know him?” the manager asked again.

“I don’t – I don’t know him,” Louie interjected before the goose could reply.

“Is that so,” the manager growled at the goose. He glanced back at Louie and looked around. “Look, kid, you look shaken, so why don’t you go find Jane and go sit in my office for a bit?”

“No.” Louie’s answer might have come a little too quickly, given how the manager glanced at him in concern. “No, I’m. I’m fine. I’m just gonna go find my… friends.” He shuffled back.

The manager handed him a new cup. “At least take this. Go drink whatever, it’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Louie took the cup with shaky hands and bolted out of there, catching the sight of the manager talking softly but sternly to the goose, who held a neutral smile on his face the whole time as he climbed the stairs to the arcade area.

He almost crashed into Huey as he ran into the arcade area, and Huey immediately steadied him. “Louie?” Huey called. “Are you okay? I felt you reaching out, what happened?”

Louie blinked, meeting Huey’s concerned gaze, trying to control his hands so he didn’t crush the cup in his hold. “Um, there was a… a man, a goose, he gave me the creeps. Funso’s manager dealt with him.”

Huey breathed, and Louie could almost feel his concern bleed into relief. The sound of people running closer drew their attention, and they turned to check. Dewey, Webby, Lena, and Violet ran to them, and Dewey skidded to a halt as he reached to Louie.

“What? What? You felt weird earlier, did something bad happen?” Dewey grabbed Louie by the arms and stared at him.

Huey placed a hand on Dewey’s. “Louie said there was a creepy man, but the manager dealt with it.”

Louie nodded and held up the cup. “The manager said I can take whatever. I guess that’s a compensation or whatever.”

“Did he say anything to you? The creep?”

“Not really. But he wouldn’t leave me alone. He grabbed me by my arm.” Louie frowned. “I think… he might have magic.”

“Did he feel like space? Big, dark, cold?” Lena cut in. “Because I felt that rising, earlier.”

“Yeah,” Louie gulped. “Yeah, it felt like that.”

Dewey looked around. “I don’t like this. Someone grabbed you and he has magic? And it felt paralyzing earlier.”

Huey blinked. “Oh. That was from him? The heaviness?”

Louie nodded. “I don’t know if he’s still around. If he is, I don’t want to stay here.”

Violet looked around. “What is he?”

“Goose in purple.”

“I don’t see anyone fitting that description.”

“Hey, come on. Let’s get you something to drink.” Webby took the cup and his hand and led Louie back to the tables. “I’ll get you something. What do you want? Pep? Punch?”

“I think I can do with Pep,” Louie admitted with a smile.

“One Pep, coming right up!” Webby interlocked her elbow with Lena’s and dragged her away.

“Hey, I know it’s just happened and it’s probably still really scary for you, but can you tell in detail what the goose is like?” Huey asked as Louie sat down. He had flipped his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to an empty page at the back. “I’ll write it down, just in case we need to tell someone about it.”

Louie shrugged. “Goose. Dressed in purple suit, I guess? He’s got black hair and this weirdly shaped mustache. Like lightning bolt, or something.” He rubbed his eyes. “Ugh, it feels all creepy crawly. I think I tried to reach you two, earlier. He commented that it’s interesting.”

“How did he even get inside in the first place?” Violet wondered aloud. “I thought adults aren’t allowed in if they aren’t escorting children.”

“Uncle Donald has gotten in by saying he’s here to pick us up, maybe he said something similar,” Dewey said. He sat by Louie’s side, purposefully pressing their shoulders together. “It’s good if the manager’s kicked him out, though.”

Violet fiddled with her bracelet in thought. “Maybe you should call your uncle or your mother,” she suggested. “For safety reasons.”

The triplets exchanged glances and nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Huey said. “I’ll text Uncle Donald, since he’s the one who actually owns a car.”

Webby and Lena came back later, just as Huey finished up his conversation with Uncle Donald, bearing a cup of Pep for Louie. “Here you go,” Webby said, putting the cup by Louie’s hand. “Anyway, you can relax a bit. Lena checked earlier if there’s any weird magical signatures around, she didn’t get anything.”

“I mean, I got traces, but it’s probably from that creepy goose from earlier. The traces led outside though, so you’re all good,” Lena explained.

“Thanks.” Louie took the cup and sipped.

“Uncle Donald will pick us up soon,” Huey announced. “He said he’ll text if he’s arrived.”

“Cool, cool. Can we talk about something else now?” Louie said.

They were silent for a moment, then Violet spoke up, “Well, I was in the library a few days ago. I read something interesting in a book, …”

Louie settled in his seat and let Violet’s words wash over him.

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It didn’t take long for Uncle Donald to arrive with Mom in tow. Funso’s manager, who had been pretty much leaving them alone but hovering near while glancing around warily, walked them to the edge of the pier and explained the situation to them.

“Goose in purple suit?” Uncle Donald repeated, speaking slowly to make sure the manager understood him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, purple suit. He has black hair and mustache looking like lightning bolts,” the manager confirmed. “He looked a bit too spiffy for our usual patrons, and he claimed he was looking after his niece, but he couldn’t point which kid. We kicked him out earlier, but you might want to look out.”

Uncle Donald looked around warily. “Yeah… yeah. Goose in purple suit. Thanks for the info.”

“Well,” Mom said as the manager went back to Funso’s and they were all seated in the car, “I guess we should all head back to the manor. We have board games at home so you guys could do that instead?”

“As long as it’s not game night again,” Huey muttered.

“I dunno, I think the last one was exciting,” Webby shrugged.

“What… happened in the last game night?” Violet asked.

“Do we even want to know?” Lena added.

“Oh, it was nothing! Just the family getting shrunk and we had to fight on Scroogopoly board.” Webby shrugged. “You know. Typical stuff.”

“Also, Scrooge gets crazy competitive so you might not want to get him involved. When it was just the three of us he got disturbingly happy at beating us in so many games…” Mom added.

“The last one was kind of my fault though. I was the one who shrunk Gyro and everything…” Louie grimaced and looked away, curling into himself in his seat.

The ride back to the manor was filled with their chatter, and Louie felt his frazzled nerves settle back into calmness. When Uncle Donald parked the car, he shooed the kids inside and took out his phone.

“Don, what are you doing? Let’s get inside,” Mom called from the doorway.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up soon,” Uncle Donald said, putting his phone by his ear. His voice was hushed when he talked, but Louie caught him saying Panchito and José’s name.

Louie ignored it in favor of going inside, idly chatting with Lena. He turned back to the door when he heard Uncle Donald stepping in. He stared at how Uncle Donald glanced outside warily, looking around, as if searching for something.

A part of him felt safer, with how Uncle Donald clearly looked after them. The other, for some reason, felt unsettled.

#ducktales #ducktales 17 #dt17 magic au #donald duck #della duck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #josé carioca #panchito pistoles #magic au #feather one divided

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kronk-is-launchpad · 5 years ago

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Here in the Garden (Chap. 1)

Summary: Della Duck didn't think of the possible consequences of leaving her unhatched eggs. Nor did she think of the pain she'd cause to her 3 yr old daughter. Donald takes the triplets in a fit of emotions, but doesn't think to take his only niece. After being forced to give up searching for Della, Scrooge now devotes all his time & affection to his youngest niece. Elliot has grown up unaware that she has brothers, and now that very fact is holding her up by the thread.

MASTERLIST

[DuckTales 2017]

[DuckTales OC insert]

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Elliot was at a meeting with Scrooge & the 'penny pinchers', bored out of her mind. Though surprisingly, she'd rather be no where else. Scrooge is the only person she could trust, and she didn't plan on that changing anytime soon.

On the limo ride back Scrooge was telling Elliot about how annoying Glomgold was, and she responded with the usual "hm" And "huh". As the gate pulled into view, she could see a station wagon. LaunchPad lurched to a stop, sending Scrooge & Elliot out their seats. Scrooge got up, mad as ever.

"Why aren't we movin?!" He shouted.

Scrooge immediately moves over LaunchPad to honk the horn and get out the limo.

"Ay!!" He yelled angrily, "Jettison that jallopy from my driveway this instance you deadbeat!!"

A familiar duck exits the station wagon and walks towards Scrooge. They meet halfway, glaring at each other with sheathed anger.

"Donald Duck." Scrooge seethed.

"Uncle Scrooge." Donald responded.

Elliot's eyes widen, and she slowly gets out the limo.

"Dona?" Elliot called out quietly, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"Ellie?" Donald whispered, taking a step towards her.

Scrooge cuts Donald off, glaring at him with the fierceness of a beast.

"JETTISON THAT JALOPY FROM MY DRIVEWAY THIS INSTANT YA DEADBEAT!!" Scrooge growled loudly, annunciating each word with a poke of his cane.

The two duck spiraled off into a pointless argument as Elliot shifts her attention to the 3 kids in the car who were filled with excitements. They were clearly triplets, with different color-coded outfits to distinguish one from the other. The one duckling wore a red polo shirt with a baseball cap to match. The duckling to the right wore a green hoodie, and to the left was a duckling in a light blue long-sleeve with a darker blue t-shirt over it.

'Dona had kids?' she wondered, 'did he really forget about me?'

She gets shaken out her thoughts by Scrooge's yelling.

"YOU'RRREEEE WELCOME!!" he taunted loudly, but then realizing what had happened, "wait what?"

Donald huddles the triplets out of the station wagon, and over to Scrooge.

"Huey, Dewy, Louie," he introduced, "meet Scrooge McDuck."

The ducklings looked like they were about to burst from the intensity.

"Remember," Donald warned, "no tricks, no lies, no trouble."

"Yes Uncle Donald," the ducklings responded in-sync.

"I wasn't talking to you," Donald corrected, his eyes narrowing at Scrooge, who returned the favor.

After Donald drove away the 4 ducks start heading back to the car, sending Elliot into panic.

'What do I do?!' She thought nervously, 'I don't know these kids?!'

Then the limo door opened.

"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Huey squealed, "it's you!"

"It's me?" Elliot questioned nervously.

"THE Elliot McDuck is my Aunt!" He screamed, "this is the greatest day of my life!"

Huey jumped up & down outside the limo, giddy with glee. The other 2 looked at the teen with curiosity & amazement. Scrooge ushers the triplets into the limo, and Huey immediately start bombarding the young duck with questions.

"How do you create such innovative designs for your prosthetics? What 3D printer do you use for the models? Do you build them here or at the McDuck bin? How much work do you get done in a day?"

Before Elliot could answer, Scrooge was already blocking the red clad duckling.

"Leave the lass alone," Scrooge grumbled.

"No Coo, it's quite alright," Elliot interrupted, "curiosity brings discoveries.

I think of what people need in a prosthetic, and strive to make it happen. I don't 3D print as of now, but I do have a small lab in McDuck Manor for making models though the prototypes & final products are made in the McDuck laboratory. I can get a sketch & model in a 9-5 work day, but I do take days off to cool down. I hope I've answered all your questions."

Huey looked at the teen in awe, writing down everything she said. The limo lurched to a stop, causing the triplets to fall out of their seats. The partition rolled down to reveal LaunchPad.

"You're all home now Mr.McDee," he announced, "have a great day Elli!"

"Much appreciated LaunchPad," Elliot thanked as she exited the vehicle.

She bolts to the door, Mrs. Beakly opening it automatically as she disappeared inside. Scrooge followed, walking normally. Once Scrooge made it through, the door is slammed shut on the triplets for a few seconds, before quickly being opened by Mrs. Beakly.

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'I didn't know Donald had kids,' Elliot thought as she made her way through the house, 'Did he really forget about me so easily?'

She reached the garage, a wave of emotions fell over her. Seeing the souvenirs brought an old feeling of naivety, but it also brought tears to her eyes. Seeing all that happened while she was stuck to a garden with no social interactions outside of a butler. While lost in thought, she didn't notice 4 ducklings sneak in. As she ponders an old painting she hears a loud gong. She whips her head to see Webby being chased by a headless horse.

"*gasp* Ms. McDuck?" Webby blurted, "what are you doin in here?"

Before Elliot could counter there was another gong. The girls turn to see a ghost pirate chasing the triplets. Elliot runs past them, grabbing the kids and hiding.

"What are you 4 doing here?!" She shouted, "this isn't a playground!"

"We were bored!" Dewey responds frantically, "how was I supposed to know there were ghost pirates!?"

"And if we hear one more gong, an unspeakable evil will be set loose!" She screams.

"Not if I can help it!" Elliot growled, getting up.

She runs out, grabbing a sword and jumping on top of boxes.

"Hey Dorky Jones!" She shouted, catching the pirate's attention, "Where'd you get that hat? Party City?"

The ghost let out a screech as it flew toward the teen at lightning speed. Elliot quickly dodges, flipping over the undead attacker and landing gracefully behind him. The pirate grabbed a glowing sword, ready to fight. Before either could charge a heavily accented voice rang out.

"What in Dismal Downs is going on here?!"

The 4 young ducks sheepishly turn to the elder one, as Elliot smiled nervously.

"Why good noon Coo!" Elliot greeted hurriedly, "What brings you here to garage?"

"Garage!?"

Before Scrooge could tear into the 5 ducks, another screech ripped itself free from the beak of Elli's opponent. Elliot quickly parries the glowing sword that was speeding towards her. She deflected it up, but the sword quickly turned itself around and was back to speeding at her face full-force.

"Aw phooey," she muttered tirelessly as she parried the endless attacks from the sword, getting pushed away from the group more and more.

"Could *pant* really use-woah! SOME HELP!" The teen shouted as the swipes got faster.

"The sword won't stop till it hits its target!" Webby shouted from the side lines as Scrooge is facing the ghost pirate and its new partner, the headless man horse.

'What do I do? What do I do?' Elliot thought frantically as she was growing tired from the persistent saber.

She could feel a lightbulb go off in her head.

'Ah-hA, That's it!'

After a final deflect she drops her sword, her stare calculated and confident as the sword was speeding back at her.

"Ms. McDuck what are you doing?!" Huey screeched out in terror as he covers his younger brothers eyes.

"Trust me!" The teen called out, her gaze still on the sword.

Just as the blade was about to impale her she quickly side stepped, ripping her sleeve and drawing a small amount of blood. The sword stopped glowing, dropping immediately. Elliot returns to the others to find the headless horse and ghost pirate gone.

"Now what are you all doing in the ga-rage?!" The Scotsman shouted, slamming his cane to the ground.

"So it IS a garage!" Huey exclaimed.

"B-but what about all this treasure?" Webby asked desperately, "The garden hose of destiny, Montezuma's stack of old magazines?"

It takes the energetic duck a moment to realize her words, and she slumped her shoulders in defeat.

"Unbelievable..." Scrooge growled, "I invite you into my home-"

"You locked us in a room!" Louie countered angrily.

"You did whAt?" Elliot cried out in disbelief.

" I gave them marbles!" Scrooge shouted back."

"All we wanted to do was spend time with you." Huey explained.

"Well now you have," Scrooge grumbled, "and look at the mess it's got me."

"I guess family's nothing but trouble," Dewey muttered aloud, "right Scrooge?"

Elliot watched as Scrooge's face contorted into an anger she never saw often. She took a step towards her angered parental.

"Everybody out." He growled.

"Coo let's just calm down for a min-"

"OUT!" He screeched, hitting the gong with his cane.

Everyone gawked at the action, some covering their beaks in shock.

"Oh what are you gaping at?"Scrooge asked, "the curse is only activated if you ring the gong three times, and-and you already hit it two times didn't you?"

Then the statue started to crack.

The stone crumbled away to reveal a slithery golden dragon. It broke through the roof, letting out a mighty roar.

"Pixiu, the Gold-Hunting Dragon," Webby muttered out.

"Gold hunting? Sounds great!" Louie commented.

"Not when you're Duckburg's single largest owner of gold!" Huey exclaimed.

"Aah! Me money bin!" Scrooge screeched in horror as he grabbed the dragon's tail, "Elliot! Take them inside!"

Elliot watched in awe as her legal guardian gets yanked into the sky. After minutes of shock pass, Webby starts to walk out of the garage with a mission.

"Where are you going?" Dewey called out.

"I'm gonna go eat a hamburger." Webby stated confidently.

"We're in!" Shouted the triplet

"Anything for Coo." Elliot said, joining the quartet.

"Cool!" Webby squealed, "and to be clear, I'm gonna go catch the dragon. The hamburger was a metaphor from before."

"Yeah, yeah, no, we get it. We get it." Dewy responded, "But how are we gonna get up there?"

Launchpad pops in out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out the teen.

"I'm a pilot," He informed, an excited smile on his face.

"Well what are we wait for? To the Sunchaser!" Elliot shouted as they all ran to the large plane.

They quickly board the aircraft, Elliot buckling up the kids. She barely sits down when launchpad lurched the Sunchaser into the sky. Elliot struggles to look over her shoulder.

"You guys doing alright?" She calls out.

She here's a shaky chorus of "yeah!"s, along with one "We're gonna die!".

"Yeah they're fine," Elliot muttered reassuringly to herself.

Once the plane steadied enough Elliot hopped out of her seat and over to the kids, unbuckling them.

"Ok listen up team," Elliot commanded, "we need to form a chain to grab Scrooge. I'll be second in line while three of you support me. Who's grabbing him?"

"Step aside comrades," Dewey instructed, stepping out from the group, "I was born for this."

They all get in a line, linking arms with each other. The plane is becoming more unstable as they approach the flailing Scotsman.

"Launchpad now!" Elliot ordered, tightening her grip on Dewey's hand.

Launchpad opens the hatch, the air almost vacuuming Dewey out if not the duck-made chain. Dewey reaches out just as Scrooge looses grip on the golden dragon, grabbing the old duck's arm.

"Now heave!" the teen shouted over the thrashing winds.

The 5 ducks pull with all their might, dragging the Scotsman into the plane.

"I thought I told you to go to your-" Scrooge was cut off by Dewey.

"No time. We gotta work fast." He turns to the pink duck, "Webby, how do we stop it?

"It's mystical, so we need a mystical device," Webby stated, "like an oblivion mirror, or a medusa gauntlet, or-"

"Like this?" Louie suggested, pulling the gauntlet out of his pocket.

Everyone stares at the youngest duck, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"What? I was gonna give it back," He assured horribly, "Now, how do we get him down there?"

"Garden hose of destiny!" Huey chanted, pulling the makeshift rope out of thin air, "Launchpad, we need to swing him out. Nosedive towards the bin and get ready to pull up!"

"Yes, sir, random kid I just met!" Launchpad responded enthusiastically as the kids tied Scrooge to the makeshift rope.

"Any questions?" Dewey asked.

"Since when is Launchpad a pilot?" Scrooge questions as the hatch opens up again.

Elliot puts her hand on the Scotsman's should.

"Have a nice trip Coo," she said jokingly before pushing him out of the plane, "see you next fall!"

Launchpad nosedives towards the money bin, pulling up at the last moment and swinging Scrooge towards the mythical beast. Scrooge grips onto the tail with his gauntlet clad hand, reveling in his victory.

"You guys, our family is awesome!" Dewey cheered as they all held on to the garden hose of destiny.

The golden dragon upon realizing its predicament, started to thrash about, catapulting Scrooge high into the air. The ducks (minus Elliot) watched in horror as the Scotsman was free falling in the air.

"Ah for old times sake," Elliot mumbled before leaping out of the plane in a swan dive.

She caught up with Scrooge, who she gave a mischievous smirk to.

"See you in the gold," she shouted smugly, "old man!"

She accelerates past an offended Scrooge and dives gracefully into the money bin, the latter following suit. She comes up up for air, laying back onto the cold hard cash as faint cheering can be heard in the background. The cheering doesn't last for long as she then hears a loud crash. She lurches out of the bin along with Scrooge to help the kids.

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"In the short time I've known you," Scrooge stared angrily, "you've wrecked my home and my money bin, unleashed several ancient evils, and almost got me killed, twice!"

"Four times if you count...each..monster...as an...individual..time," Huey corrects nervously.

Scrooge stomps in front of the 4 kids, Elliot gasping lightly as he does. Then in a turn of events he let's out a boisterous laugh.

"That was incredible! When you pulled me into the airplane and said 'No time!' And who would have thought of a Medusa Gauntlet?! Brilliant! Oh, and then you swung me out and pulled up just in time and..." Scrooge gets up, "You kids are nothing but trouble! Curse me kilts, have I missed trouble! I suppose I'll have to keep an eye on you to teach you how to get into trouble properly."

Scrooge pulls out his golden flip phone as the kids look excitedly at him.

"You mean?" Dewey questioned hopefully.

"Beakley! Clear my schedule!" Scrooge commanded into the flip phone, "I'm taking the wee ones on a field trip."

He hangs up the phone, turning to the other ducks.

"Now," He says devilishly, "let's go find the lost city of Atlantis!"

The Ducks cheered out a great big yeah.

"And no one tell your uncle Donald!" Scrooge adds.

The Ducks cheer even louder.

"Wait who is that?" Launchpad asks.

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Not in Duckburg Anymore Chapter 1: The Beginning Woo Ooh

A03

“Don’t touch anything! You can’t replace the effort that went into building anything in here” Dr. Gearloose snaps out, reluctantly leading the young ducks around his lab.

Louie rolls his eyes, clearly Dr. Gearloose doesn’t understand that by saying such a thing to two of the four ducks present it sounded like a challenge and not a threat. Well, Webby might touch something without thinking, however himself or Dewey would most certainly do it on purpose. Huey had already smacked Deweys hand as he tried to grab a raygun looking device off a shelf. He really should put things like that out of reach.

Scrooge had felt that with the four of them graduating in a few months, they needed 'more real world experience to help them decide what they would like to achieve after school'.

Louie only scowled at the shelves of half completed projects and strewn about ideas. What had Gearloose accomplished in his life? Proving that certain ideas wouldn't work? That failure leads to opportunity? Louie wasn't quite sure what Uncle Scrooge wanted them to learn here, but that's what he would say when he asked.

He knows that Scrooge desires for him to start taking over the company, especially as he's grown and started to outgrow his boyhood self. Hard work was still an unlikable prospect of life, but he had seen what the opposite had done to those like Uncle Gladstone. However he still didn't want to be on the other end of the spectrum like Scrooge or Huey.

A simple content life with those he loved was all he asked for. Maybe he could do accounting work on the side? Clearly he was still going to adventure with his brothers and Webby. He was pulled from his musings, taking some larger and quickened steps to catch back up to the others, Gearloose mid rant about who knows what.

Louie glanced at Huey who looked like he was trying to soak it all in. Over the years, lab work just wasn't his thing. He enjoyed reading research papers and knowing how things worked, but he wasn't one to sit down and do the research. Louie thinks that after all the years of casual adventures, Huey needed something more active than sitting at a desk all day. Something Louie really wouldn't mind doing. He wasn't quite sure what Huey wanted to do.

Now Dewey on the other hand, was a no brainer. He was obviously going to continue adventuring and with Webby by his side. They continued to tiptoe around the subject, but Louie and Huey knew that those two desired nothing more than to be together forever. It was honestly getting tiring watching the two of them.

Even now they walk next to each other in a way that has their hands brushing against the others, not making a move in either direction. Webby chatted excitedly with Dewey who had a love sick, sappy, smile etched on his face. They were made for each other. It made Louie want to scream.

He must have made a sound, because Huey glanced back at him, a silent question in his gaze. Louie nods towards the love ducks, making a disgusted face. Huey laughs softly, nodding in agreement.

"And this here is the Transdementional mirror that we have been working on for the last two years." Gearloose drones out, clearly bored with this mini tour.

“Wow so you’re saying that this mirror lets you look at different dimensions?” Dewey and Huey speak at the same time, however with differing tones of excitement.

“Yes, however it's highly unstable, and is still in the testing stages.” Dr. Gearloose replies with a condescending tone.

“Unstable?” Webby asks, glancing at the mirror before taking a step back.

“Well, sometimes it sucks things in and we still aren’t quite sure where they end up.”

They all quickly distance themselves from the mirror. Louie feels extreme apprehension being anywhere near Gearloose’s equipment now. He glances around the room, wondering what else could potentially endanger them. now that he thinks about it, why did he continue to trust Gearloose? First Little Bulb then the Time Tub, he should really have learned his lesson by now.

“Oh don’t behave as though you’re in danger,” Gearloose rolls his eyes, “You’re uncle would never allow you in here if you were in danger.” The kids disagree. Scrooge probably doesn’t know about half the stuff in this lab. He starts to fiddle with the buttons on the mirror, grumbling and mumbling to himself. “It’s never sucked in organic matter before, stupid children.”

“Well this was fun, I’m going over to Fentons space.” Huey starts leading the rest, clearly trying to get away from the mirror as quickly as possible. They all exchanged varying looks of concern and amazement at the man that was Gyro Gearloose. Louie also wanted to get away from the crazy doctor who only increased in his angry musings. They neared the end of the row of the shelf, when everything went downhill.

They all jumped as a gust of wind appeared in the lab, pushing them around. They look back to see the mirror had activated, Dr. Gearloose standing proudly beside it.

“See children, totally safe.”

Louie didn’t hear him however as he started to get pulled by the wind across the floor. He looked at his feet in horror, quickly trying to gain traction to get away from the portal. He started to scream, and he could hear Webby screaming as well. He reached out for one of his brothers with one hand and a shelf with the other.

Huey’s grip tightened around his hand, pulling with all his might. The wind grew stronger, and Louie swore for just a moment, both his feet left the ground.

“Webby!” Dewey shouted. Louie glanced over to her, watching in horror as her fingers lost their grip on Deweys shirt. She was pulled up into the air, flying backwards quickly towards the portal.

"Dewey!" She screamed, desperately reaching for him.

“Webby!” Louie and Huey shouted again, all of them reaching for her. Dewey dropped Huey’s hand, running towards her.

“Dewey!” They shout, now also running to catch their brother. Gearloose was angrily pushing buttons and smacking the machine. He even tried to turn it away from them, only for it to be yanked from his hands, swinging back around. As it swung back around, he got pulled in without warning. Everyone's screaming increased tenfold.

Huey managed to get a grip on Dewey’s foot, head shooting around for any kind of solution. Louie switched his grip from his hand to his middle, hugging him tightly. Huey needed at least one hand to get them out of this mess. Dewey was still struggling trying to grab hold of Webby. Her screams for help grew louder as she gained distance from the boys.

Wait.

Louie felt panic as he realized that they were getting closer to her, and quickly. Huey managed to yank Dewey down, hugging him close to his body, eyes shut tight. Louie realized too late that Huey hadn’t been able to get a hold on anything else. His grip tightened around his brothers as they got lifted into the air.

Louie will never trust anything this man makes again.

Louie screamed as he fell through the portal, screaming louder as ground rushed to meet his face. Using his arms he took the impact head on. His arms ached, but at least his face wasn’t bashed in. He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. He was in a pine forest, the distant call of some creature filling the silence. He could feel his heart pounding.

Louie tried to calm down, his lungs laboring to provide him with the air he so desperately needed. Thank goodness the air seemed breathable. He squinted into what he hoped was sunlight. The sound of something moving in the foliage right behind him jolts him into action, spinning around to face the threat. He started screaming again.

Behind him were two monsters. Both had what looked like white hair, and smooth pale skin. They were wearing clothes, and shoes. Their faces were flat with small narrow eyes. They also had what he could only compare to dog ears on the side of their heads. He screamed louder when they started to scream back.

“Huey! Dewey!” He called for them, close to tears. He backed away quickly. One of the creatures stopped screaming, looking at him with a hopeful expression.

“Louie?” It asked, slowly standing up.

“Huey?” His heart hammered in his chest. “What?”

“Guys?” They look over at the other creature, who is now standing, arms crossed over his body. It sounded just like Dewey. He looked down at his own hands, whimpering as he was also featherless and in a weird body. He looked at Huey, trying not to grimace at his appearance. Then he actually started to cry. 17 years old and he still cried when scared. How pathetic.

Huey was quick to grab hold of him again, pulling him close. It was comforting but not the same. His chest was harder and his arms felt weird around him. Whatever they were, it was all very strange and felt kinda gross and he really wanted to go home.

Dewey joined the hug, surrounding Louie in a brother sandwich, slowly his cries turned to shuddering breaths. He looks around their surroundings again. Nothing has changed, but it also felt so familiar to the woods surrounding the manor.

“Ok,” Huey stands, pulling his brothers up with him. “We went through Gearloose’s stupid mirror. We are in a different dimension, with different bodies.” He started to pace. “How different is this dimension, and how do we get home?”

Louie took the time to take in their new appearances while Huey focused his thoughts. Huey was wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans, not his signature ball cap, but a ball cap nonetheless on his head and sneakers in his feet. Dewey figited beside him. He had a grey beanie on his head that matched his cargo pants and shoes. He had a thick blue jacket over a tshirt. Louie glanced at himself, relieved at the familiar comfort of a hoodie, however this one was green with grey sleeves, and his shorts were a soft material as well. He sneered in distaste at the blackboots in his own feet.

“Where’s Webby?” Dewey shouts out, cutting off Huey. "Webby!" He shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth. Huey and himself also jump into action.

They all start to search the immediate area, calling for her. After a few minutes they call off the search, regrouping back where they started. Louie watched Dewey as he fell into a panic attack.

“What if she didn’t end up here but somewhere else?” Dewey grips his head, eyes wide. His breathing picked up and his eyes became unfocused.

“She’s all alone,” Huey whispers. Louie could tell he felt guilty at being thankful that he had the two of them with him, and that he was in fact not alone. He knew because he felt it too.

Instead of looking around upwards this time, he looks further out into the distance. Was there civilization around here or were they going to have to survive in the wilderness. Wait, what was the preferable action. Living in the woods alone, or hoping that the people who lived around here wouldn’t kill them on site.

“We should start looking for shelter-”

"We have to find Webby!" Dewey snaps.

"Dewey calm down"

"How can I, knowing that she's alone somewhere and I need to find her" Dewey is breathing heavy now, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

Louie stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Dewey, this is Webby we're talking about. She can handle herself."

"Yea Dewey, I don't want her to be alone but one thing we know right now is that she is resilient and brave. She will be fine"

Dewey looks pained at having to admit defeat. He says, glaring at the ground for a moment.

"Let's start walking and see what we can find, looks like it's morning here so let's try to get as many hours in as we can" Huey gives Dewey a side hug, “Learn what we can so we can find so we can find Webby”

Dewey led the way, marching through the bushes and logs. He would call out for Webby every few minutes, the boys staying quiet also hoping to hear a response back. Louie buried his hands in his pockets, kicking rocks every now and then. Huey marked trees as they went, using a sharp rock he had found back in the first clearing.

Louie lifts his hands frowning as he touches his mouth. It was flush to his face and disconnected from what he figured was his nose. His nose is small and pointed and weirdly flexible, though the more he messed with it the more it started to hurt. He drops his hands back into his pockets. He missed his bill.

They walked until the sun, they had elected to call it that until they learned otherwise, had risen high into the sky. It casted deep shadows over the trees, giving off a comforting and foreboding vibe at the same time. He missed the woods in Duckburg.

They used to go camping in them all the time, allowed to stay up late into the evening to stargaze. They would have campfires with hotdogs and smores. Uncle Donald would tell them amazing stories about great adventures and their daring quests. It wasn’t until Mom started telling them similar stories the triplets made the connection. Louie stopped all thoughts of family left behind. Best not to focus on that right now.

They walk for a few more hours of walking and the trees start to thin out. The sun had risen higher into the sky, warming him slightly. Thankfully the tree’s offered a good amount of shade. When they finally reached the edge of the woods they were met with what looked like any other kind of town. Everything looked the same, if it weren’t for the strange creatures walking around, the boys would never have known the difference.

They look at a diner at the edge of the forest, watching as creatures came and went from the building shaped like a log on what looked like an old train car platform. The smell of food that waffered through the windows reminded the boys how long it has been since they last ate.

“Do you think the food will be safe to eat?” Dewey whimpers, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

“There is only one way to find out.” Louie stands slowly, taking a deep breath before walking with the false confidence that he has spent years perfecting.

“Louie, wait” Huey hissed out, but barely tried to stop his brothers from leaving the treeline. He’s quick to catch up, Dewey already at his side, using that age old Dewey energy. He could tell he was still worried about Webby, but was trying to suppress it.

It wasn't until Louie's hand touched the door handle that he realized they probably had no money. A quick check of his pockets confirmed his suspicion. He looked at his brothers, hoping that just maybe they had something. They also had no such luck.

Louie decided to enter anyway. They could try to get some answers. The smell of pancakes, eggs, and coffee filled the space. Louie felt a little more relaxed at the familiar smells. It seemed that despite the appearance of the beings here, everything functions just as they did back in Duckburg.

A few of the beings stopped to glance at them but that was it. The air was quiet and calming. They hadn't made it more than a few feet into the restaurant before one of the things stepped in front of them. They froze, staring in terror as it seemed to size them up.

It has long wavy brown hair, with matching brown eyes. She, he thinks it's a she, wore many bright colors and layered clothing. Her face was also covered in color and-were those stickers?

"Please tell me you are not related to Gideon"

"Who's Gideon?" Huey can't help but ask.

"What is Gideon?" He asks, thankful that they seem to be speaking the as language.

"Yes. What is a Gideon?" Dewey repeats the question.

"A monster!" She screeched. They jump, quickly huddling into a tight group. They should get out of here, this was a bad idea.

"Mabel, stop scaring the tourists" another one walked upside her. He looked similar with shorter wavy brown hair and wore more simple clothing. A longer sleeved t-shirt with a vest and shorts.

"Sorry about her, and Gideon is human, not a monster." Ah so these things were called humans. Interesting. He didn't like humans so far. He eyes the Mabel girl as she continues to look at them with wide eyes.

"So you're not related to Gideon? Mabel asked again, looking very excited by the news. They all quickly shake their heads, eyeing her. “Thank goodness,” She seems to bat her eyelashes at Dewey, giggling. The other one only rolls his eyes at her, grabbing her by the back of her sweater and dragging her back to a booth.

“Common, sit with us” She invites, taking hold of Dewey’s jacket, pulling him forward. He stumbles a little, eyes begging for help as he’s pulled down next to her. Louie only grins, sliding in across from them. They needed this wonderfully presented opportunity for information gathering.

“So what brings you to Gravity Falls?” The boy asks, waving over one of the waitresses. Huey turns to deal with her leaving, Louie to answer the question. Louie has done more on less, and winging it is what he’s best at. He overheard him apologizing for their lack of money. Dipper and Mabel start eating from their shared plate of fries. He tried to ignore the cramping in his stomach.

“We were camping with our Uncles employee and a friend and we kinda got separated. He sprung the trip on us and we have no clue where we are.” Louie calmly replies, Dewey and Huey sending him a subtle thumbs up.

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Don’t like the guy so I guess you could say we were basically kidnapped.” Louie deadpans, letting some of his very real frustration at the situation bleed through. The two share a look, clearly having a silent conversation. Mabel makes a pointed look at Dewey and gesturing her head at the other two. The boy however glares at her, shaking his head, making an aggressive gesture with his hand.

“You could stay with us until you meet back up with them” Mabel uses her hand to push his face away, muffling his protests.

“Grunkle Stan-”

“Can’t win against me” She makes what Louie thinks is supposed to be a cute pouty face. Similar to the ones Webby would use against them to get things she wanted. The boy scowls, crossing his arms.

“You have to be the one to make the argument, I’m not helping you”

“Fine by me” She sings, poking his nose with her finger. Dewey had used their conversation to move to the other side of the booth, giving Mabel an awkward smile when she noticed.

“Well seems like you’re staying with us tonight” Dipper sighs, “Names Dipper and this is my sister Mabel”

“Louie and my brothers Huey and Dewey” They wave to the siblings across the table.

“Cute matching names!”

“I guess” They each shrug in unison. Mabel squeals, shaking her brother around like a rag doll.

“Oh you guys are so cool”

“Cool?”

“Yea, Dipps and I haven’t done that whole twin melding thing in years,” she wiggles her fingers around her head, “and you guys can still do that” She seems almost wistful at the end of her rant.

“We are all individuals, thank you very much” Louie cringes inside when they all speak in perfect unison, again. Everytime they try to defend their individuality to strangers this happens.

“Not again…” They again speak in unison. Even Dipper laughs at them, leaving the triplets to resign to their fate.

Louie blinks as a plate of pancakes are placed in front of him, he and his brothers looking at the waitress that brought them over. She smiles kindly. “Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Can’t let you kids go hungry. Eat up”

They each stared at the woman in shock, then the twins who smiled back. Dewey was quick to dig in, Huey offered his thanks, and Louie tentatively took a bite. It tasted good. Not as good as Mrs. B’s but good. He eyed the twins while he ate. They joked around and were very friendly enough. Maybe Humans weren't so bad after all.

#notinduckburganymore #chapter one #ducktales 2017 #gravity falls

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transdonaldduck · 5 years ago

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Parenting 101

Fandom: Ducktales 2017 Authors note: OC-centric, some backstory for Nancy and Donalds friendship! Word count: 3000 ish

Summary: Nancy Pluckley meets Donald Duck at the community center, in room 5B, during a free parenting seminar. Things get better.

Her car is a cobbled together pickup truck her grandpa gave her two years before she turned sixteen and one year before he passed away in his sleep. There’s duct tape holding on the bumper from where she knicked the wall at the mcdonalds drive through and there’s so many stickers slapped on the back it might as well be considered a driving hazard for those behind her. She’d had it for four years now, though, and she never wanted to give it up, even as it whines and sputters and groans and attracts all sorts of attention as she pulls into the nice and tidy beige building in front of her.

Here’s the thing about your parents dying suddenly and unexpectedly in a boating accident: no one really tells you how to raise the toddler they left behind. Yes, you may love her and you may want to do anything for her, but there’s no field guide to deal with trauma and grief and a 3 year old who still asks when mommy is coming to pick her up. So sometimes you have to scour the library for parenting books and look through you moms phone to find her pediatrician and even pull up to the community center in a beat up old truck you don't want to part with but know you have to because the car-seat won't fit in it properly to take a parenting class you desperately need. No one told you to do it, but you have to anyway.

She grabs the flyer from her glovebox, scanning the paper again to compare the time and date just to be sure she hadn’t gotten anything mixed up despite the fact that she’d tripled checked already before she hops out of her car. She feels almost ridiculously young, trailing into the room after couples holding hands and smiling all soft and pretty like at each other, probably all in their mid to early 20s, looking eager and prepared. None of them are carrying a college-ruled notebook or a pencil, she notes with slight embarrassment, shuffling her old school supplies under her arm. There's different tables set up around the room, a lot of the young couples are already hogging the front seats and Nancy can’t blame them for that, if she’d gotten here earlier she might have snagged one of those herself. Or any seat at all, since it seems she’d straggled so much she was left with slim pickings, hurrying to a seat near the back she practically fell into the chair, slapping her notebook in front of her and checking her phone the moment she could dig it out of her bag.

No notifications, which meant Evie was behaving so far. Evie- Evelyn- was her little sister, and Nancy had bartered with her coworker Amanda to babysit while she took this class. She’d cover her shift on Saturday morning in exchange for her looking after Evie for the night. Amanda didn’t usually ask for a favor in return for babysitting, but Nancy always liked to offer since Amanda and her wife both worked such different schedules, and if Nancy covered her shift this saturday it meant she and her wife would have some quality time together with their own child. Evie could be a handful sometimes, and Amanda had instructions to call if she got too much and Nancy would come pick her up- so no notifications was a good sign. Hopefully.

She jumps about a foot in the air when the man next to her says something- she can’t really understand it, smiling at him nervously as she tries to decipher what he just said.

He must read it on her face because she offers her a tired smile and clears his throat, obviously taking extra time to try and enunciate, “Is this your first class?”

“Oh! Oh, um, yes.” She nods, smoothing down invisible imperfections on her notebook with an awkward laugh.

He’s an older gentleman, maybe early thirties or late twenties at the youngest, his head feathers are cut short and choppy as if he’d done it himself, and he’s got a kind looking face- and he looks tired, bags underneath his eyes, and even his smile seems thin and weary around the edges, but there’s this brightness in his eyes that Nancy almost envies. He looks worn out but happy, almost. A single father? “You seemed nervous, is all.” He explains, “Are you expecting?”

“Ah, no,” She shakes her head and feels her bun bobble with her, “It’s- My parents-” She sighs, “I was kinda… thrown into this whole... parenting thing. I’m taking care of my little sister, she’s 3.”

He nods as if things like this happen all the time, “I know the feeling, after my sister passed I took in her kids, they’re triplets- oh!” He fumbles through his pockets, pulling out his phone to show her pictures, “They’re 7 now, about to be 8. Huey, Dewey, and Louie.” He points to them each individually. It’s a class photo, the other children cropped out so it’s only his 3 kids all smiling at the camera and color coded red, blue, and green.

She slides her phone over to him and shows him her lock screen, “This is my sister, Evelyn. This photo is from a year ago when I took her to the state fair so it’s kind of old, but it’s one of my favorites.”

“She’s so small!” he coos, “I remember when the boys were that small! She’s 3 now, you said? You must have your hands full with a toddler.”

Sliding her phone back she shrugs, “I haven’t been taking care of her for very long, I guess I haven’t had the full experience yet. She still thinks this is a long sleepover and that our parents will come pick her up soon.”

His eyes soften, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

He’s startlingly sincere, and she blinks at him before realizing she needs to respond, “Thank you, uh..?” she realizes halfway through she’d never caught his name.

“Donald Duck.” He introduces, “And you are?”

“Nancy Pluckley, It was nice meeting you.” with the conversation coming to a natural close, Nancy fiddles with her notebook, and checks her phone again. The instructor seemed to be running late.

“So…” She starts and he turns to look at her, “We’re in kinda the same boat. How long have you been taking care of your nephews?”

“Since before they hatched,” It looks like it hurts him to think about and Nancy immediately regrets asking.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” She rushes out, tucking loose hair behind the edge of her beak, “I’ve just never had someone who… gets it.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind. It still hurts but I’ve mostly moved past it.” He smiled encouragingly at her, “Did you have anything you wanted to ask? I’ve gone through it all three times over.”

She spits it out before she can think twice, “Does it get better?”

“Oh, Nancy.” He says immediately, wincing at her and she drops her eyes to the table, suddenly very interested in the vulgar words scratched into the surface. She hears him take a deep breath, as if bracing himself, and then- “Yes, it gets better.” She jerks up, looking at him with wide eyes, “And that kind of sucks, And then it gets better again.” He admits.

Frowning, her eyebrows knitted together and she flattens her hands on the table, “What?”

“For me the hardest part… well, the grief was hard. Convincing myself to let go of the hope she would come back was harder, but I did it, and I raised her children even though it kind of felt like I wasn’t enough- and it was better… and then realizing I was doing an alright job… I’d replaced their mother, and that sucked.” it’s his turn to look down at the table, “and then it got better.” He says simply.

“But what if it never gets better? What If I feel like i’m not enough because it’s true?” She says miserably, running a palm through her hair.

Donald shrugs a little bit, leaning back in his chair, “Well… At least you’re there.”

She jolts, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I know, It’s kind of dark,” he says uneasily, “But take solace in the fact that you’re there, and that your sister has someone taking care of her who loves her with all her heart. You’re going to make mistakes, everyone does, but as long as you love her and do your best to raise her… she’ll turn out alright.”

“Also, if you can afford it, some therapy to deal with your grief in a healthy way will do wonders for your parenting.” He tacks on.

Dutifully, Nancy flips open the notebook and jots that down- he snorts out a startled chuckle and reaches over and takes the pen from her hand, scrawling his phone number in the margins of her paper, “text me if you need anything, Nancy. Maybe we can get the kids together for a play date! I’ll tell Louie not to involve Evelyn in any scams.”

Nancy huffs out a laugh, “I’d appreciate that.”

The instructor sweeps in right about then, tossing out apologies for her tardiness before the class starts in full swing. Nancy feels a little less silly about her notebook when she catches Donald making his own notes in his phone. The time seems to fly by and before she knows it, they’re being dismissed- it had been an informative class, and now she has a better grasp on the upcoming developmental milestones Evie was going to be hitting soon. She knew what to expect, and that was going to make all the difference- and Amanda hadn’t called about Evie all night, which meant she was being very good!

Nancy gathers up her things and bids a quick goodbye to Donald, eager to go pick up her sister- but when she goes to crank her car, there’s no roaring hum that lets her know her rust bucket is even trying to turn over. She tries a few more times, even lifts the hood to check out the engine with her limited knowledge- but it just looks like the whole thing has gone kaput.

Amanda's car was in the shop which meant she couldn’t come pick her up, and all her other friends couldn’t babysit because they were busy tonight… which meant she was stranded.

Unless…?

She flips open her notebook at stares at the number, hesitant to call. He’d seemed nice enough during class, but what kind of guy gives a girl half his age his number within 5 minutes of meeting her? It was getting dark fast, and Nancy decided she was willing to take the risk. It’s not like it would be any more dangerous than walking home, right? And he might not even say yes anyway.

She puts the number into her phone and, after one last moment of deliberation, calls him.

“Hello?” His voice isn’t easier to understand over the phone, but she’s used to it by this point.

“Hey, is this Donald? This is Nancy, from the parenting class.” She stalls, scuffing her flats on the asphalt, “Um, what’s up? Are you doing anything tonight?”

There’s a bewildered pause from his side, “Nancy, um, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not… you’re a teenager and I'm way too old- I don’t like you like that. You’re not my. type.” he says awkwardly, obviously struggling to word it so he doesn’t hurt her feelings.

She slaps a hand over her face, flushing from embarrassment- well, at least now she could be relatively confident he wasn’t a creep, “No! No- My car won’t start, and if it… wasn’t a huge imposition, I was wondering if I could have a ride? Just to my friends house, it’s not far at all!”

There’s another long pause, “...I don’t really know you all that well.” He says hesitantly.

“Yeah… that’s, um, fair.” She leans back against her truck and blows out a breath, “I’m sorry to bother you, I’ll just walk.”

“At this time of night?” He balks and she can hear the sound of his turn signal.

“Yeah, well, I can’t afford a cab.”

“I’ll come pick you up.” he tells her, “I’m only a minute or two away.”

She looks around in the dark, “I think I'm the only one still here, you’ll be able to see me.”

“Stay on the phone with me until I get there?”

Nodding, she gets back into her truck, “Yeah, thank you, I was starting to get a little nervous.”

“And you were going to walk…” He chides and sounds so much like a dad it makes her a little upset it’s not her dad on the other side.

The station wagon he pulls up in is almost as beat up as her truck, and it’s got wood panelling on the side that actually makes her snort at how dated it looks. It’s a bit dinged up as if he’s been on the wrong side of several fender benders and there’s obviously been some work done on the drivers side door, two slightly different colored ugly teal paints layered over each other in a patchwork paint job. He hangs up as she opens the drivers side door and shakes his head, holding his hand out to stop her.

“Go take a picture of my license plate and send it to your friend.”

“What?” She says blankly, not following.

“Everytime you get into a car with a stranger- and please let this be a one off sort of deal, alright?- take a picture of their license plate and send it to someone you trust. It’s a safety precaution.”

She does as she’s told, snapping a picture of it and sending it to Amanda with a quick text explanation before rounding her way back to the passenger seat, “Is there… a reason I needed to do that..?” She asks.

He shrugs a little, waiting for her to get in, “It’s a good habit to get in, it’s something I tell everyone to do if it's there first time riding with me.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been kidnapped a few times.” He says it as if he’s telling her about the weather, “doing that would have saved me a lot of trouble.”

She stares at his with big eyes before all the pieces suddenly fall into place, “Oh.” She breathes, “You’re that Donald Duck.”

Immediately he looks uncomfortable, shoulders hunching, and his eyes cut sharply to the road, looking straight ahead, “...Yeah. That Donald Duck…”

She gets in, strapping her seatbelt and wisely drops the topic, “So Amanda's address is-”

There's a long silence, broken only by his GPS barking out directions.

“Sorry about everything that happened to you.” She finally bursts out, quickly hiding the fact that she’d just been scrolling through his wikipedia page. He smiles a little but it doesn’t reach his eyes and he offers her a small nod, “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, why were you even at that parenting seminar? Can’t you just afford to take an actual class?”

“You didn’t get very far on the personal life section of my wiki, did you?” she blanches, rubbing a hand through her hair, “I was disowned by my Uncle after my sister disappeared, we’ve been estranged ever since and I haven't seen him since the accident. I’ve been cut off from any financial aid from him.” he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “I’ve been doing fine on my own, for the most part- I had a good amount of savings and I usually have a job. Baby sitters are costing me a fortune though.”

Nancy groans in solidarity, “Tell me about it! Sometimes my friends will watch her, but when everyones busy and I need to work I have to get a babysitter too.”

“Here’s some advice- when she’s old enough, sign her up for junior woodchucks. They’ll usually have an after school program that runs that’ll give you some time to finish up your shift or go shopping before you need to pick her up. There are also older kids trying to earn their caretaker badges- screen them and you’re good to go on a free babysitter for the night.”

“You’re like a wizard.” She admires, crossing her arms.

He rolls his eyes, “Please don’t say that within earshot of my Uncle.”

“What’s he got against wizards?”

“Everything.” Donald says, pulling up at the curb to Amanda's house, “Here we are.”

She nods a little bit, “Listen, um, thank you, Donald. I was in a tight spot back there. If you ever need something, I owe you one.”

He waved her off before she even finishes her sentence, “Not necessary,” He dismisses her offer simply, “I know how it is. You still have my number, right? You Can call if you ever need anything.”

“Yeah… just. Thanks again.” She gets out then, closing the door behind her and backing away. She waves at him a little bit before she finally turns around and heads inside.

Evie screams her name the moment she opens the door and then dive-bombs off the couch and into her arms. Nancy laughs and thanks her quick reflexes that she didn’t drop her, swinging her around a little bit.

“Glad you’re not murdered.” Amanda laughs a little bit, putting down her book, “How’d it go? Is he cute?”

“Ew, he’s like, 40.” Nancy giggles, carrying Evie to the couch, “And he wasn’t a weirdo, either.” She tosses her onto the cushions, “Why don’t you go get your stuff ready, boog? Miss Janie will be home soon and then Miss Amanda will be able to take us home.”

“Don’t say ew! I’m 40 and I am not ‘ew!’” Amanda admonishes as Evie runs off.

Nancy isn’t sure why she doesn’t divulge Donalds true identity, it just seems… rude to tell. Regardless, she’s pretty sure she might actually take him up on his offer to set up a play date between Evie and the triplets. It was nice talking with someone who really understands her situation.

And if she can wring some single-parent advice from him, well, she’ll take what she can get.

#donald duck #ducktales oc #nancy pluckley #evie pluckley #my writing

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crimsoncobaltblue · 6 years ago

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Crushed – Louna

(Original title was Falling For You but I figured that was way too cliche my dudes x3 Oh and everyone is in their late teens, Lena being 19, Webby is 18, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie are 17)

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“For the last time, Webby, no.” Lena said without feeling in her voice as she continued to stare at her phone.

“Come on, Lena!” Webby flipped off the top of the slide, landing in front of her best friend. Webby put her hands on her hips and glared, clearly pouting at Lena.

Lena had yet to care.

The summer sun was blazing down but thanks to the cool shade of the giant trees in the park and the gentle breeze blowing through trees kept everything cool.

“Yeah... No.” Lena said finally, looking up from her phone.

“Why don’t you wanna do some parkour with us?!” Webby exclaimed, pointing back at Huey and Dewey. Lena looked back at them and saw Huey only jumping off the shortest objects. She looked at Dewey who was just repeatedly doing the same flip Webby just taught him over and over and over.

Lena looked back at an expectant Webby and said, “No thanks. Besides Louie isn’t doing parkour.” Lena pointed at the green clad triplet who was sitting on a shady park bench, recording Dewey it seemed. Lena smiled, believing she’d won before going back Feathr on her phone.

Webby’s mouth gaped, as if shocked Lena would dare refuse.

But then Lena caught a glimpse of an evil smirk on Webby’s face. She had forgotten how good Webby has gotten at those after years of teaching her.

“But don’t you want to impress Louie?” Webby inquired innocently as she sat next to Lena.

Lena tried her hardest to pretend she wasn’t blushing. “I don’t know, do I? And if I do, why?” Lena shot back, faking ignorance.

“BECAUSE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!” Webby yelled, getting the attention of the triplets, several children and their parents, and one old couple that had been yelling about how they couldn’t hear.

Lena told Webby once, just once, that she may have a crush on Louie and the duck who still wore the pink bow had yet to let it go.

“Ooh, there’s a him?” Louie said, making his way over at the sign of something interesting going down. “I wonder who on earth it could be.” Louie said aloud curiously, as if he were trying to puzzle it out.

“Yeah, who’s the lucky duck, Lena?” Huey asked with a grin as he adjusted his hat. The triplets all stood around her, obviously curious.

Webby sat down next to Lena and whispered to her in a sing-song voice, “This can all go away if you do parkour with us.”

Lena sighed, finally giving in.

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Lena gasped, cursing as she clung to the top the slide as if it were a lifeline.

“Language!” Huey called patiently while Dewey and Louie were snickering.

“Shut UP!” Lena yelled at them while she slowly got to her feet again.

“Alright Lena,” Webby called up to her friend. “Now we want you to jump from that slide,” she paused and pointed from the slide to a big tree a few feet away. “To that tree trunk then to the ground. And you’re done! Easy peasy!” Webby explained simply.

Looking down at the ground that was twenty feet away, it didn’t feel so ‘easy peasy.’

“Alright.” Lena managed, taking a shaky breath as she built up her courage to jump. ‘The things I will do for my repuatation amazes me,’ Lena thought sarcastically.

She glanced down at Louie and almost slipped off the slide. She really wished she didn’t like him as much as she did sometimes.

Lena let out half a breath before jumping toward the tree trunk, trying to flip as she went so her feet would be toward the base of the tree.

Before she knew it her feet touched the tree truck successfully!

Then her instincts kicked in which made her launch herself toward the ground, her back about to feel lots of scrapes and scratches.

She prepared for the pointy pain to come but it never did, just a thud as she hit something soft.

Lena opened her eyes quickly and saw that she had catapulted herself into Louie!

Or more accurately, he had moved away from the group to have Lena crash into him.

Lena opened her eyes and shook her head. Nothing hurt her. Well until she realized she just crushed her crush.

“Oh my gosh!!!” Lena exclaimed, leaning onto Louie to check his neck for breathing and pulse. “Louie are you okay?!?! Can you hear me?! How many fingers am I holding up?!” Lena said loudly as she held her hand in front of his unfortunately handsome face.

Louie groaned, sitting up suddenly and rubbing the back of his head, completely ignoring her questions as he grinned at her.

Lena did her best not to blush but ultimately failed. “What’re you smiling at?” She accused, hoping her blush wasn’t as evident as it felt.

“Just at the fact that I can honestly say that I caught an angel today.” The green clad duck said with a chuckle as he stood up and brushed himself off. He then reached down and helped Lena up.

She was too surprised by what he said to notice really.

Boy, she thought her blush from earlier was bad, now her entire face was red and she could hear the voices of their friends around them, asking if they were alright, but she was only focused on Louie, who was grinning kind of smugly at her.

She glared at him before stomping over and grapping his collar, pulling him closer to her face.

Everyone was silent except Lena. “Listen you little punk, I have feelings for you and I don’t like them beeping toyed with like that. You got that?” She threatened as Louie just smirked.

Lena looked up at him glaring fiercely but she could her glare losing its edge as she realized just how much taller he was than her and how close they were.

“Why I’d never toy with your feelings like that!” Louie declared, putting his hand over his heart as he smiled. “Not when I like you the exact same way.” Louie stated with a wink and a tongue click before he said something about heading home.

So Louie started back toward McDuck Manor, leaving Lena and the rest of the gang absolutely flabbergasted.

Lena came to her senses first and she stomped over to him, screaming, “YOU GET BACK HERE, LLEWELYN!!!”

Louie paused, only a few feet from the rest of the group, letting her catch up. “Don’t you use my real name!!” He said, looking around as if worried someone they knew heard them.

Lena gripped his collar again, unsure of what she’d do from there.

Louie held up his hands in surrender. “Now now, Lena.” He started off calmly. “We’re adults. We can work this out reasonably. You know I love you.” Louie said innocently, bending down to make it more comfomtable for him.

“Yeah, we could do that.” Lena said, giving the green clad duck a knowing smirk.

She leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his beak. Lena backed up, smirking still. “Or I could do that. I think that covered everything.”

Louie blushed and grinned, nodding. “For once, I’m at a loss for words, Angel Face.”

Lena laughed. “Don’t ever call me that again.” She threatened.

Louie pointed at her, still smiling. “You got it, Angel Face.” Louie said winking, gesturing to walk with him.

Lena rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Greenie.” She teased and Louie shrugged, still smiling.

Meanwhile:

Huey, Dewey, and Webby were all staring as they watched Lena and Louie walk off.

“What just happened there?” Huey asked, sounding concerned.

“True love! OBVIOUSLY!” Webby piped up, very excited now that what just happened clicked.

Dewey and Huey made gagging noises before the duck in the blue spoke. “OH GROSS!! Don’t talk about my brother that way, ick!” Huey nodded his agreement.

Webby gasped, slapping Dewey’s arm lightly, causing him to laugh a bit. “You two are so immature!!” Webby yelled at them.

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(Oof please don’t read this story, it’s literally awful like how am I even able to write things. X3 Anyway hope you enjoyed my garbage writing, don’t know why you would tho. Oh and I wanna thank @dailyau for the prompt)

@pinkpearlapple here ya go my dude x3

#ducktales #louna #louie x lena #lena x louie #lena #webby #huey dewey and louie #webby vanderquack #dewey duck #huey duck #louie duck #lena de spell #trash writing #writing

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superwolfiestar · 6 years ago

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Across Another Dimension Ch. 10

"Land ho!" The crew members called.

In the cabin that Donald slept in and woke up as he pushed aside the curtains of the porthole to see Dark Kingdom up ahead. He couldn’t believe his eye. There were building everywhere, most were abandoned and old. The building are old and dusty, a few crack there and there. The citizens wear a old and dirty cloth, most were rip and sew right back in, it look like there are homeless It mostly populated by the Beagle gangs and other criminals running around.

The Darklands themselves were mostly barren, containing little to no source of vegetation but they were blanketed by an endless sea of clouds, making the sun invisible to the denizens there for what would probably be their natural lives.

Up on those Rocky Mountain, a magnificence dark palace. The castle seems larger than Boy Princess Donald Castle. This castle appears to themed after a steel foundry, particularly the lava that merely resembles a hot molten iron. Lava Geysers sometimes gush out of the lava pits. The castle is usually situated in a volcanic world. The castle look like that Donald could see in mere medieval fort. On the center of the castle, was a huge tower with a turtle-like shell with yellow spike and in the middle was a cannon. It have 212 stories high, 52 stories taller than the tallest building in the world, the Burj Khalifa. However, due to the assumption that the castle should be merely 60 inches wide.

The ship was flying above the town and toward the castle. Donald was nervous, he and his dimensional version of himself switch places. He have no idea what would happen if that King Zeus guy find out that he isn’t the real Boy Princess Donald.

They fly closer and closer to the castle as he felt the ship landed on the ground. The door suddenly swung open, Donald turn to see King Zeus standing there. “We’re home my love.” He said with the creepy smirk. “What did you want with me?” Donald ask. But King Zeus didn’t reply back, he grab his hand and they began exited the cabin.

King Zeus drag him out of the ship as he and Donald stepped down the gangplank. They were greeted by Zeus minion/servants.

“Welcome home your majesty,” they greet him. “Yeah yeah whatever, anyway. Good work boys! And go grab get the boy princess and take him to his room, I will be in my throne room to do my next step to defeat those pesky plumbers.” He said as the two Beagle roughly took Donald. Two Beagle boys were on either side of Donald, grabbing his wrists with an acerbic grasp as they strained to keep him under control. They then follow King Zeus inside the castle and they both went separated way,

In the hallway. They drag the fake lovely boy princess to his room of Zeus’s Castle. “This way.” One of the Beagle said as they push rudely as they slammed the door and suddenly it went only light was from the faint candles and the window.

Donald got up, dusty the dirty on the dress off. He then take a look at his surroundings. He’s in some room, pretty and beautiful. A nice clean bed in the red sheet with white pillows, a white brick stone on the wall, a nice table with a white lace tablecloth, a drawer with a mirror, another room on his right lead him to a beautiful bathroom and there’s a curtains that lead to the balcony.

Donald let out the sight as he walk over to the bed and sit on the edge. "I hope the they get here soon. Until then I need to see if there's some way out! If I get a chance to get outside, I'll find the way back to Mushroom Kingdom so I can get the duck out of here, but I hope that King Zeus Guy won’t realize that I am not him. I wonder what is he planning to do with me?"

Back to the palace of Sarasaland, a princess exited the room to after the doctor come back to look. Leaving blue duck alone in the bed, his two brother was awake after they left.

The green duck began yawning while the red one rub his eyes.

“Where are we?” The red one ask.

“Huey, Louie.” The blue one began saying as he look at his brothers. “I….. I….. met mom.”

“Wait what?” They both got off the bed and climb on his. “A-what did you mean you met mom!?” The green one, whose name is Louie look at his brother.

“When you two are unconscious, I began waking up.” Dewey began explaining his story to his siblings. “My vision is blurry and I hear a voice. It sounded like woman, she handed me a cup of water. As I drinking the water, my vision slowly began to clear. When I can finally see, I saw a woman dress in the gown. And when I look at her face. I couldn’t believe my own naked eye. That woman is our mom.” Dewey began crying, tears was rising up to his eyes.

They hear a door opening and they turn to see a slender duck, white feathers, both orange bill and webbed feet, purple eyeshadow, pink dye in her hair, it was Lena de Spell, but she look different than they last saw her. Instead of her usual cloth, instead, she’s wearing a blue dress-shirt with a thin white line near the bottom. Layered on top of the dress is a bright black vest with a white gold trim. Underneath, she wears white pants and brown, padded shoes. On her head was a black cap with white spots.

In her hands was a folded clothes. She walk over to the boys and greet them. “Hey! I’m Lena, Princess Della best friend and she’s like told me to give you guys a shirt because your is rip so they’re being fix by the seamstresses.” She said, giving each boy their new cloth that match the color of their old one. “She’s also say that when you three are done, you three will go to like the diner room to eat okay? I will wait for you boys outside the room until you’re done.” She walk out the room giving them their privacy to change alone.

When she left the room, they turn to face each other.

Louie began to said “look like we are about meet mom for the first time.”

#ducktales 2017 #mariotales au #across another dimension #across another dimension fanfic #super caballeros fanfic #super caballeros #fanfic

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s-creations · 4 years ago

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This Lullaby

He knew it was going to be a struggle. They all knew it was going to be a struggle. But raising Della's children, for some reason, makes Donald feel worse than before. And he wasn't sure how to make that feeling go away.

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: Original Character, Depression, Loss, Loss of Family.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Hey everybody! Just like the previous entry to this, I have tagged depression on this installment as well. I think it's a bit more pronounced that in the previous story. So, just be warned, it's there.

And someday I'll make a happy story with these six. Someday...but not today.

If Della was there, Donald would want her to explain why she thought Jet, Turbo, and Rebel were good names to give children. I mean, really? Those were names you use for imaginary friends. This was a setup for the triplets to be bullied later in their lives. Seriously, what was she thinking?

But...Della wasn’t there. So, he had to just silently stew. Wondering what her thought process had been.

More than just her naming choices.

Donald named the older triplet Hubert, or Huey, after a captain the older duck has served under. A tough but fair bulldog. Built like a wall and able to punch with the strength of a bulldozer. Or, that’s what the stories swapped between the cadets said. But the bulldog was more of a talker. Wanting to smooth things over any confrontations with words before the fists had to come out. A philosophy that Donald had hoped the older triplet would follow.

Dewford, or Dewey, was given his name by Panchito. The rooster recalled his favorite childhood storybook that he’d read multiple times when the family became too loud. One that told of an adventurer who saves the world on a regular basis. The main character was brave, putting the needs of others before his own and making sure the innocent were kept safe. While it hit a little close to home for Donald, the duck couldn’t help but admit that the name seemed to fit the duckling perfectly.

José had taken a while in naming the youngest. A few days passed before he gave his choice to the other two. Llewellyn, or Louie, named after the parrot’s late grandfather. Shocking both the duck and rooster by the reveal as they’d never heard of this parrot before. José was known to not get along well with his family. He explains, while cradling the green bundled form closer, that his grandfather was the only person José had connected with. The elder parrot had passed when José was only four. Far too soon.

The other two pressed closer after the reveal. Saying that Louie was a perfect name. A wonderful way to remember a good soul.

It was hard getting into a new routine. When the triplets were still eggs, all that was needed was to keep them warm and keep them on a stable surface. Now it was about keeping the triplets entertained. Fed. Cleaned. Making sure they get enough sleep. Deciding if pre-school was a better place to start schooling then kindergarten. When would be the best time for them to start socializing?

“Why is it so hard to find a three seated stroller that can break apart into separate single ones? Do I really have to design my own?” Donald grumbled as he scrolled through the shopping page.

Panchito looked over from his spot on the couch with a raised brow. “Why would we need that? We can just take them on a walk together, all in single strollers.”

“What if José’s not here.”

“Um, a duo stroller with a single one?”

“What if you’re both not home and I need to get out of the house with the kids?”

“...We’ll keep looking.”

The duck couldn’t say this enough times about how thankful he was that Panchito and José were there to help. Trying to balance all of this and worry about keeping a stable job? He would have started molting long before the eggs had hatched.

How would Della have handled this?

While the other two took care of finances, Donald focused his energy and attention on the home front. Even then, caring for the house and the triplets was a...struggle. He wasn’t sure how to raise kids. His own childhood was filled with being dropped off at a new family member’s house every other weekend. Or on dangerous adventures in which he should have and almost did die. Only surviving on sheer dumb luck.

Luck, from him, could you imagine?

Della’s luck didn’t last forever.

The triplets were exploratory the moment they learned how to crawl. If Donald had his back turned for even a second, they would scatter. Thankfully, due to the older duck’s prep work, they couldn’t get into the many places. But that didn’t mean the triplets couldn’t find new areas to help give their uncle a heart attack. Like when Dewey somehow found his way onto the top of the refrigerator.

How? How was that even possible? Donald was feeling absolutely exhausted…

“Do you need me to take some time off? I am sure I can convince my company to give me a few days home to help with the boys and let you sleep.” José offered.

“No no. I’m sure they're still upset since you left so suddenly before, then decided to change location, and then ask for more time off only a few months later? No, you don’t need to worry about that. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I could ask for time off.” Panchito voiced.

“You just started working. Guy, I’m serious when I say I’m fine. The triplets are just a bit of a handful. I got this.”

It wasn’t a necessary lie. But it wasn’t fully true either. Just like when the other two asked if he was okay when they first arrived. Donald knew he was in an unstable state at this moment. He was emotionally and mentally exhausted. Everyday it was an internal battle of wanting his family back and never wanting to experience that kind of pain again. He was still angry with Scrooge and Gyro with how they handled the entire situation. Still hurt that Gladstone was so indifferent or angry without truly being involved. Donald would have reached out to Fethry, but he knew how much of a blabbermouth his cousin was. And he didn’t want Scrooge to know anything about his life.

What was most painful was how torn he was feeling about Della. Donald was furious that she just left. That she would just abandon her eggs, and so easily too. For Donald, it was a declaration that she didn’t want to be responsible. It was just something she wanted someone else to take care of them. How was he supposed to explain this to the triplets when they started asking what happened to their mother?

The turmoil that Donald felt was the idea that...could he really be mad at her? She was gone. Her choice was paid with the ultimate price. So could he hold a grudge with someone who wasn’t there? Who was never going to be there. He wanted to. But he knew it would just drive him further into an unkempt state. Holding a grudge against someone he would never see again. There would be anger burning in him that would never be able to be released.

As if Donald didn’t have enough issues with his anger.

Donald was brought out of his thoughts hearing gentle coos. Eyes traveling over to the standing playpen. The triplets were starting to try and stand. Dewey showed off his skills as he clung to the pen’s wall netting. His brother’s were more interested in the surrounding toys. But the blue dressed triplet was focused on his fractured uncle.

Letting out a small sigh, Donald lifted Dewey up, sitting down by the playpen.

“You should be with your mother… She should be here, raising you three… All of this...it’s all so unfair…” He pulled Dewey closer, cradling the small head with his hand and it was pressed against his chest.

Donald was tired. He was scared. He didn’t know what he was doing. He wondered why Panchito and José would stick around. They were supposed to be living their life in vibrant cities that matched their personalities. Not stuck here. Dealing with the absolute mess that was Donald and his life and his famiy. It was a battle between knowing he needed the help and not wanting to be a burden.

A small pat to his chest brought attention back to the triplet laying on his chest. Dewey letting out a small whimper. As if he was aware of how upset his uncle was.

Donald gave a gentle smile to the duckling. He cautiously stood, collecting the other two, and laid them out on the blanket that had been placed on the floor. Donald laid himself down on his stomach. Laughing softly as the triplets began crawling closer. Babbling as they clung to feathers and attempted to climb onto their uncle.

A misstep from Huey caused him to take a tumble, landing on his back. Small sobs bubbling up as his legs kicked desperately. In response, Donald reached out, cradling the red cladded triplet’s head in his hand while the other rested on the stomach. Huey turned to face his uncle. Unshed tears at the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away.

“Look to the stars my darling baby boys…”

Huey’s eyes lit up, falling completely still as he focused on Donald. Dewey and Louie rolled off their uncle. Instead propping themselves up on Donald’s arms, starting at him as well. Their eyes wide with curiosity.

Now that he had full attention by his audience, Donald started again.

Look to the stars my darling baby boys,

Life is strange and vast,

Filled with wondrous and joys,

Face each new sun with eyes clear and true,

Unafraid of the unknown,

Because I’ll face it all with you.

He was crying before he finished. No sobbing or cracking voice, just tears. The triplets had calmed down and were starting to drift off. Unaware of their uncle finally reaching his breaking point. Donald didn’t flinch when José and Panchito suddenly appeared. Each laying on either side of the duck, whose eyes were still trained on the triplets.

“I don’t think I know that song.” Panchito whispered.

“Della wrote it,” Donald replied, “She’d sing it to them every night… When they were still eggs and she was...you know...still here.”

“It was beautiful. We shall need to sing it more.” José suggested, pressing closer.

Donald didn’t reply right away. Focusing on the warmth seeping in from the bodies pressed against him. “I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m...angry. Not just angry, I can’t focus. I don’t know what I’m really angry about. I think. I just know that I am. I’m so...exhausted.”

The parrot hummed. Reaching up to preen at the exposed white feathers. “I think...you have had a lot of things being thrown at you. Very quickly. Without a way to fully...understand how to deal with it. Like me.”

“Like you?”

“Very much like me. I believe it would benefit you if you saw someone. It has helped me.”

“...When have you started seeing a therapist?”

“A few years now. Panchito convinced me to do so.”

“I can try and convince you as well.” The rooster added with a smile.

Donald gave a soft laugh. “No...I’ll go… I think I need to go. I know I need it… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. We understand, we are just here to help.” José whispered, Panchito nodded softly as he laid his head on the duck’s shoulder.

Donald let out a shaky breath, eyes closing as he sank into the warmth surrounding him.

“It will be okay. We are here for you and it will be okay…”

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Donald let out a slow breath, scrunching himself further down into the cushioned chair. The triplets were babbling happily resting in their three seated stroller. All being entertained by Panchito while José focused on the older duck. The waiting room for the therapy office was small, with only a few cushioned chairs, a fake plant pushed into the corner, with a magazine rack hanging on the wall. The reception desk was situated across from the entrance with a large window resting across from where the six of them were resting.

Donald was realizing how cold this office was.

“You will be fine. Dr. Bessing is amazing. I have only been with her for a few months, but I trust her.” José said as he took Donald’s hand gently.

“What if I don’t like her?” The duck questioned quietly.

“Then we find someone else. And we will keep doing this until we find someone you do trust. It will be fine,” José smiled softly, “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then trust me when I say you will be cared for.”

Whatever bravado Donald had started to build was instantly broken when the nearby door opened. A robin with short brown hair and casually dressed entered, carrying a clipboard. She smiled over at the six of them. Giving a small coo seeing the triplets before her full attention went to Donald. “Mr. Donald Duck?”

José gave a gentle nudge, giving an encouraging smile as Donald slowly stood. He was led to where the back offices were. Entering one of the rather small rooms, the large window showing the garden behind the building being the first thing Donald noticed. It was sunny outside, the light hitting the garden path perfection. It looked like it came from a photograph.

The office itself was small, but rather cozy. Warm and inviting. Even with the numerous medical items seen around the room. A desk was pushed against the wall that was across from the window, framed with paperwork and books, a closed laptop resting in the center, and a leather, armed chair placed before it. Numerous diplomas were hanging on the wall above said desk. A cushioned chair was facing the desk, with a small end table nearby that was covered with numerous children’s toys. A large bookshelf was placed by the window and was filled with a number of thick volumes. Donald couldn’t really read all the titles. But from what he’d been able to see, they all held something about psychology.

“Go ahead and take a seat.” Dr. Bessing smiled as she took the seat by the desk. Donald let out a shaky sigh as he did as was suggested. “So, how are you feeling today? I know therapy can be a little overwhelming for the first time.”

“Um...yeah, I am a little nervous.”

“Completely understandable. You’re not used to opening up to complete strangers and now you're suddenly supposed to change your whole outlook? In one hour? It’s a weird feeling. But I am here to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. This is a safe space and nothing will be shared with anyone unless it’s on your say so.”

“Okay… Um, did José tell you...anything? I-I know you’re seeing him. Am I allowed to know that? I’m not breaking any rules am I?”

“No, you’re all good. José is allowed to share who he sees and what we talk about if he wants. The clients are in control as to what’s shared with other members of the family and friends. As far as him telling me anything, he just informed me you’re having a bit of a family issue. Nothing more. I want you to tell me what’s happening in your life. Even if he’s your husband, he can’t speak for your experiences directly. And, I will say this again, nothing leaves this room unless you want to share it. Either here or at home. It’s about making you feel safe.”

“Okay… I… Where do I...how do I start this?”

“Why don’t you just start with what brought you in today. What has happened currently that would make you feel that you need to see someone.”

Donald nodded, rubbing his hands together. “...Sorry, I really don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“That’s fine. First session is an open book, you just talk with whatever comes to mind, and it sounds like there’s a lot to tell. Just take a few minutes, try and get everything in order, and start when you feel ready.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Donald allowed himself a few minutes. Eyes traveling to the garden as he tried to find the right words to start with. A small smile formed seeing numerous daffodils growing proudly among the green.

Della’s favorite flower...

He gave another nod and started.

#Donald Duck #Jose Carioca #Panchito Pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations

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lorewytch · 6 years ago

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Authors Note: OH boy here we go...I’ve been juggling with the idea of posting this for a bit now. Half of me wanted to wait until I either wrote a first part of this...maybe until I posted the rest of my fanfiction. But, I figure I might lose the drive. I was happy with the amount of people liked those fanfic ideas I had posted and I know at least one of you expressed wanting to read this. If I get too much negative feedback on this I may take it down..not sure yet. I’m not ready to post it on AO3 or Fanfiction.net. But...I figure here might be okay. So, story time: I listened to this song a while back and had a great idea for a battle scene with my fan character Lore. She’s joined of course by Webby, Scrooge and the gang and I tried really hard for the action to match the music but as such, a muse gets away from you and this became MUCH more than just a battle scene. I’m thinking of writing another version of this to where its just a battle scene. But I’m not sure yet. So what I suggest is because it has quite some dialogue mixed in as well as action description is listen to the song first. Then read the fanfic. Doing both together will hurt your eyes trust meeeeee ow..I tried so many times lol. I can’t read that fast. Also if you saw my previous posts it will show what the enemies look like in their duck forms. There’s quite a backstory behind this. I won’t give all details but Lore is a dimensional witch able to travel between worlds at will. But like all magic there are limits to what she can or cannot do. One of the biggest no nos she can make is staying in one world for too long. But she found herself falling in love with Duckburg and the Ducktales world. She has 3 main big bad guys after her. This is more or less a climatic scene after they found her in the Ducktales world. For more info on each villain I suggest looking at a few of my previous posts. ^^;;;; I hope you guys enjoy this...Don’t worry I will be working on my other fanfics much more than continuing this. Lore out!

Fanfic: Getting Stronger

Lore froze.

Footsteps echoed behind her as three people approached. She quickly herded the kids and began to run. “Webby take the boys and run.” Lore whispered frantically, glancing behind her and finally seeing the entrance of the cave come into view. “Go!”

“Wait, what about you?!” Webby grasped onto her hand and Lore blinked. She smiled kindly down at Webby.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah but those guys looked pretty dangerous!” Dewey frowned, glancing behind Lore as slowly they came into view. One woman and two men appeared. Lore stood and faced them, her long pink locks floating gently from the wind.

“Go now.” Lore ordered, facing the enemies….her enemies. “Kids I’m serious, find Scrooge and Beakley and run.”

Louie and Huey each were grasping Webby and Dewey’s hands, the two looked so unsure.

“Found you Loreeeee..” the woman said with a maniac smile. It gave Dewey the shivers and suddenly he wondered if they were out of their league. The woman’s black hair was scattered around her face and fuzzy in most places. Yet it had the strangest color, black with white dots? No….Webby’s eyes widened as she realized those were stars within the gray feathered ducks black hair. Her olive green long overcoat reached her knees and was open to reveal a simple black tank top and pants. In her hand she held a scepter with a green crystal at the top.

“Indeed.” A male duck approached. His light gray hair settled on either side of his bill. His detective hat at first blocked his eyes from view. His sharp navy blue jacket and lighter blue buttoned undershirt with the open collar seemed a bit on the singed side. Almost as if it hadn’t been washed in days. Similarly, his dark gray pants also had the same fate, covered in dirt. He held a cane in one hand and pressed the tip near his boots.

“Why are you here?!” Lore stood with her arms out.

The final male smirked menacingly and pointed to her. “It was easy to see you were hiding in a world. Guess we found out which one….now I think its time you met your fate my dear…”

Much buffer than the other two ducks, his chest was huge compared to the small blood red open vest around his shoulders. His white top matched his white feathers almost perfectly. His well kept pale hair slicked back like a greasers. His red pants also were pretty tight against his frame and the red gloves he wore completed his rather ridiculous look.

“I thought I had taken all of you out for good.” Lore whispered. “Noir…” She looked at the green clad duck.

“Detective Mulgadget..” she glanced at the duck with the hat.

“Agni..” was to final white and red duck.

Noir chuckled and smirked at her.

“My return is a mystery Thought you had control of me I'm offended that you're so surprised.” Her snide tone made Lore’s eyes narrow.

“That first defeat was a practice round But I pulled myself off the ground And I've already planned your demise.”

She pointed to Lore, and as the others sang the two men began to walk circles around the group of kids and Lore on opposite sides.

“What is with bad guys and singing?” Louie grumbled.

“I won't stop fighting cause I'm not done yet You're gonna regret This time I won't let you forget.” Mulgadget stated, walking to Lore’s right. He was looking at the ground as he walked, steps keeping in time with the tempo. She kept an eye on him briefly before turning to Angi who was circling the other direction.

“You're not gonna get away this time I'll strike when you're blind You'll awake just to find you are mine.” Clenching a hand into a fist at the last line, he leered evilly at her. Gritting her bill she looked around her as it seemed as if the song was getting more intense.

She clutched at the heads of the four ducklings at her feet and held them close as the others were circling them like vultures. This was bad, she had to get them out of this before.

“You thought you won Thought the battle was over” Angi once again sang, stopping firmly behind her. She glanced back.

“But I-“ the white duck’s eyes flashed red.

“I” The woman began to glow a bright green.

“I” Mulgadget pulled out a gun.

“I’m just getting stronger!” Noir began to glow brighter.

“Enjoy your freedom

It won’t last much longer” The duck with the gun pointed it at Lore.

“Cause I” Agni stopped.

“I” Noir moved closer.

“I” Mulgadget fired the gun and it scraped her cheek as the bullet passed. She just stared.

“I keep getting stronger!” Noir fired off a blast of green energy towards Lore, who bat it away easily with her bare hand.

“When the sky turns to gray

When the light fades away” Agni’s hands suddenly exploded into flames causing Webby and Dewey’s bills to drop.

“You’ll see” Flames of black and green energy licked at her hands.

“I just keep getting stronger” Agni and Noir harmonized, both of their hands blazing.

“You can try to prepare ………Or attack if you dare” Mulgadget shrugged with a smug look.

“I don’t care, because I’m just getting stronger!” Noir’s power exploded and Lore quickly threw up a shield around herself and the four frightened kids. A crash of green and black energy slammed against the shield, nearly displacing Lore’s feet. She was pushed back a bit, but she held her ground with the purple energy surrounding them all. Glaring fiercely at the group as they continued to sing, she turned to the kids. “Please….run now!” And four sets of frightened eyes glanced up into her own. Huey looked at Louie and the two nodded. The duo then touched Dewey and Webby’s arm and then Huey and Louie made a break for the cave entrance.

“I” A blast of energy from a gun pierced her shield and grazed Lore’s arm.

“I” Noir threw a blast of pure white and green energy at the shield trying to break through.

“I” Angi slammed a fist against the shield.

“I’m just getting stronger!”

Mulgadget fired again, this time the blast hitting right through her arm.

“I” Letting out a cry, Lore glared.

Webby was looking around for something to shield them from the blasts of the gun.

“I” Noir released another blast of pure energy against the shield.

“I” Angi slammed his fiery fists at the shield, a crack forming. He continued to blast it until it seemed like the entire shield was on fire.

“I’m just getting stronger” Noir took a step towards them. Lore took a step back.

“Cause I,” Webby saw a flat rock the size of their head and grabbed it.

“I” Another blast of fire energy hit the shield hard.

“I” Dewey took a fighting stance on Lore’s right, glaring at Mulgadget.

“I’m just getting stronger!” The blast of energy intensified from Noir.

“I” Mulgadget fired a couple more times and this time Dewey and Webby were ready with a piece of rock. They used Webby’s amazing abilities to block the blasts.

“I” They could hear a crunching noise

“I” Agni broke through.

“I’m just getting stronger!” He ran towards her, fiery fist raised. Lore gasped and momentarily released the shield. Only for the energy to blast into her body. She formed a shield once more but was much weaker at this time.

Lore grit her bill against the onslaught of magic and energy zapping at her from all sides and she tried desperately to hold out with the two younger kids holding onto her purple dress. Webby was glaring at them all, wanting to fight but Dewey’s hand on her own kept her grounded. Even she knew she might not make it out of that alive. All they could do was wait for the other two to get help from Scrooge and the others. Finally Lore let out a yell and flung her arms out wide, the shield rapidly growing and knocking hard into the three villains and knocking them into various walls. Lore hit her knees, struggling to breathe and wincing at the slight pain of a wound in her right arm. Shield dissipating, she almost passed out. The dust started to settle and she looked at the two ducklings with a small smile.

“Lore are you okay?” Webby looked worriedly at her.

“I’m fine…..but you guys really need to go.” She chuckled. “Although I’m sure that is falling on deaf ears now huh?”

Dewey glared at the trio of enemies. “How do we stop these guys?”

The sound of rocks shifting. All eyes were now on three dark forms slowly rising as if from their graves.

“Oh no..” Dewey got into a fighting stance again.

“I am the nightmare that replays in your head I am the shadow lurking under your bed.” They all sang together. Lore took a step back and pulled the two next to her once more.

“And when I lose it's never really the end You should have known I'd have a plan for revenge.” Slowly Lore’s arm raised and panting, she materialized a long wand in her hand with a clear crystal on top.

“Looks like I don’t have a choice anymore…” smiling weakly down at the two kids, she wondered if briefly if she could protect them.

“And I won't stop fighting cause I'm not done yet You're gonna regret This time I won't let you forget…” Suddenly Lore heard her name and she glanced back, surprised to see…well everyone there. Scrooge, Beakley, Launchpad, Donald, Louie and Huey who were standing back a bit.

“You're not, gonna get away this time I'll strike when you're blind You'll awake just to find, you are mine”

“Quick, take the kids and run.” Lore pushed Dewey and Webby over to Scrooge and Beakley and then turned back, using her wand as a shield as Agni threw a punch of fire at her. She knocked him away and swung her wand in a sweeping motion, a blast of purple energy pushing back the foes, knocking Mulgadget’s gun from his hand.

“You thought you won, Thought the battle was over” Mulgadget attacked from behind, cane ready only to be blocked by Scrooge’s cane. Lore’s eyes widened at this.

“But I” Mulgadget knocked Scrooge away.

“I,” Noir began to float.

“I,” Agni attacked Beakley.

“I'm just getting stronger.” Mulgadget and Noir charged Scrooge and Lore at the same time.

“Enjoy your freedom, It won't last much longer” Careful not to get burned, Beakley punched the white duck in the chest and smirked as she watched him slide back in pain. His expression turned murderous as his red eyes flashed.

“Cause I” Charging once more he faked a few punches and kicked Beakley into the cave wall.

“I” A wand and scepter clashed.

“I” Scrooge was pinned against the other wall.

“I keep getting stronger!” Having enough of this, Lore’s wand burst in a purple light, blinding everyone and she took this chance to kick Noir in the chest. Quickly her vision darted as she blasted Mulgadget away from Scrooge and knocked her wand on Agni’s head.

“Scrooge what are you doing?” Lore asked the old miser, watching him stand up and preparing for action again.

“Ahm protecting mah Family.” Scrooge grumbled, shooting the teenage girl a pointed look.

Blinking, she glanced down and then towards the enemies before back to Scrooge. “Than take them and go! These guys are only after me! Look I’ll distract them and-“ suddenly she felt a hand grasping her dress and glancing down, she saw Webby holding a very determined look in her eyes.

“Uh oh, you know what that means don’t you?” Dewey commented, walking to Lore’s other side.

“Looks like Webby considers you her big sister and you know what that means?” Louie’s grin widened as he leaned against Webby’s back.

“When the sky turns to grey When the light fades away You will say, I just keep getting stronger!” Letting out a scream, a blast of three energies slammed into Lore, knocking her off her feet and into the mouth of the cave. “Lore!” Webby and Scrooge went to run to her.

“Stronger every day Stronger every day...”

Struggling to stand back up, her eyes widened as a blast of pure green power exploded, tearing apart the cave and mountain around them. Using her body as a shield she jumped onto Scrooge and Webby. But Scrooge yanked her off and winced as he got pelted by a few small stones. He turned to Lore, helping her up. “It means…Lore…yer family.”

Lore’s eyes started to tear up as Webby hugged her torso. For once in a long time, Lore felt a true smile on her face as tears started to fall.

A blast of energy caused her to grab Webby and dodge the blast to the left, while Scrooge dodged to the right.

“While I believe this is quite a touching moment can we wait until after these beasts are defeated?!” Beakley had Mulgadget in a headlock.

“I” The boys grabbed Noirs hair and yanked back.

“I” Donald and Launchpad teamed up and while Donald confused Agni by raging around him, Launchpad tripped the red clad duck.

“I” Lore looked on in amazement at her…friends…her…family trying to help her. The overwhelming emotion seemed to consume her and as she ran towards them all, arms stretched out before her. Scrooge and Webby jumped into the battle as well.

“I keep getting stronger!” Knocking the triplets away, Noir pointed her scepter at Webby and Scrooge.

But Lore swept in and took the blast full force as she blasted a purple ray into Noir’s green one. The two energies exploded, sending a shockwave of energy and knocking everyone off their feet.

“I” Huey was sitting by his wounded brother, Dewey.

“I” Mulgadget had Louie and Beakley cornered.

“I” Donald was panting and Launchpad was knocked out as Agni approached.

“I keep getting stronger!” They were losing.

Lore had enough.

“I” “LEAVE”

“I” “MY”

“I” “FAMILY”

“I keep getting stronger!” “ALONE!”

Using almost everything she had, she screamed and her eyes blazed purple, then black. Her wand shattered from the magic and her hands became stained with purple energy. Launching herself at Noir she sliced at her, Noir dodged, and the air that Noir was standing suddenly split into a swirling portal. The force of it knocked Noir away and stunned her.

“I” Mulgadget was next as Lore slammed him into the wall before he hurt Beakley or Louie.

“I” Lore nearly sliced Agni in half as he was kicked away by Donald.

“I” The villains regrouped, forming right before the open portal behind them.

“I keep getting stronger!” All three sent everything they had, Mulgadget’s cane transforming into a cannon launching large blasts of energy at her, Agni blasting fire and Noir sending wave after wave of energy.

Lore screamed and within a beat her magic erupted in a fury, tearing through Mulgadgets cannon, burning Angi’s gloves and sending a crack through Noir’s scepter. Sending a massive wave of magic at them all, all three were sent back into the wall of the cave.

It was then, glancing behind her at her…friends…her family there. She made her choice. As the song was finally lulling, she turned to them with a small smile.

“Lore….your hands…” Dewey commented.

“Your eyes!” Louie sounded panicked.

“It will be okay…” Lore smiled weakly, Webby felt her heart drop.

“No…”

Everyone looked at Webby as Lore’s face took on a determined expression. “Webby…take care of the boys…”

Webby shook her head.

“Louie, Dewey, Huey……watch out for Webs kay?”

“Wha-“ Dewey started. Huey’s eyes widened. Louie looked confused.

“Scrooge.”

“Nay Lass..” Scrooge looked determined. Lore smiled. “Scrooge. I have to go.”

She closed her eyes. “I don’t belong here.”

“Says who?” Donald spoke.

She opened her eyes. “Says the universe. You should know Donald. I am a dimensional witch. We can never stay in one place too long..otherwise..”

Donald looked away.

Lore formed two black swords in her hands, they sparkled like the night sky. “I guess…its time to finally go..”

“No!” Webby and the boys grasped onto her dress.

“There has to be a way to make ya stay..”

Lore shook her head. “I have to do this, you all have to get as far as you can. I’m going to cast some seriously dangerous stuff now. I can’t……I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.” The pain in her voice made it hitch.

Webby shook her head firmly. “You wouldn’t hurt us, even unintentionally. We can take them together. That’s what family does.” She took Lore’s hand. Lore searched Webby’s eyes and then closed her own.

Lore smiled. “Don’t worry…it will be like I wasn’t even here. Now go!” Not giving them any chance, purple bubbles surrounded them all and swept them out of range. Lore tried to ignore their cries. But before they left she felt a pull and glancing down, she saw her shadow morphing.

“Lena…” she breathed.

“Why are you doing this?! You are going to hurt Webby…” Lena accused, looking downright livid.

Lore sadly smiled. “Don’t worry… she will forget me.”

“You don’t know Webby!” Lena accused.

Lore looked away slightly. “No, you don’t understand….she will forget me..you all will.”

Lena paused. “What?”

“I really wished I could stay here for a bit longer..you should go back to Webby. She needs you.” Launching herself forward, she clashed swords with a cane, and fists of fire. Spinning like a dancer she kicked Agni and Mulgadget away.

“No! What did you mean!” Lena was frantically gripping at her shadow.

She approached Noir who was looking a little worn for wear. Smirking, Lore stuck the sword in the earth and picked her up by her shirt.

“Because I am not a part of this world, once I leave…it will be like I never existed.” Lore whispered.

Lena seemed to realize what she was saying. “Everyone will forget you?!”

Noir tried to blast at Lore’s face but Lore threw her into the portal.

“That’s the plan..” Lore said, turning and giving Lena a slight smile before grabbing onto Mulgadget and also tossing him through the swirling vortex. Now Agni stood before the portal, fists blazing with fury.

She sighed. “Lena you have to go…I’m going to use some seriously dangerous magic. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

“No! Your going to do this all alone?! What about you? You are a part of this family! You shouldn’t be forced to wander the universe alone!” Lena desperately clung to any part of Lore’s shadow she could and Lore paused a bit at this.

“You guys don’t know how much it meant to me that you called me a part of the family. What Scrooge said will always be with me. But I can’t stay… no matter how much I want to.” This was Lore, raw and emotional. “If I do I will destroy your world. I know it. I will not allow that to happen again!” tears misted her eyes and a wave of emotion ripped through her.

She dodged an attack from Agni.

“Besides..” A flicker of energy buzzed to her right and a faint image appeared of another girl, teenage in nature.

“Lore be careful! Don’t use the-“ the voice was breaking in and out from a bad connection and the face of the being was obscured.

“I’m not really alone, yeah yeah I know!” She kicked Agni in the gut and winced as he charged into her chest. Gasping she hit the ground right before the portal and cursed her luck. The image of the other girl flickered out.

“Sorry Lena……….say bye for me..” She quickly summed up the last of her strength and with a shockwave sent Lena back to Webby’s shadow who was standing nearby the entrance with her family following close behind. Webby had heard everything.

Slicing a deep cut on Agni’s arm, she kicked him into the portal and slowly got to her feet before it, the ominous purple glow outlining her worn out figure.

Lore turned to look at Webby.

Webby gazed at Lore with tears in her eyes.

“I won’t forget you.”

Lore’s eyes widened.

“Even if I forget in my head…my heart won’t forget you.”

“Aye, ye will come back to us eventually Lass..” Scrooge put a hand on Webby’s shoulder to steady her.

Lore’s smile was pained but she nodded and stepped back into the portal, closing her eyes as the portal flickered out of existence.

Leaving behind a group of adventurers who wondered why they were in this godforsaken location in the first place. (K gonna go hide now byeeeee *runs*)

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DuckTales Middle School

so I just made a Human/Unrelated/No magic AU. just ‘cause I could.

Louie/Webbie is in this fic

And Dewey and Webbie are twins

And Webbie is still obsessed with the McDuck family (And Louie)

And Huey is still the nephew of the overprotective Uncle Donald.

SO HERE’S CHAPTER ONE (or the prologue.)

Chapter One: First Day (POVs Huey and Louie)

“Huey! Wake up, it’s time for school!” called a voice from the hall. A boy, of about the age twelve, with red eyes, pale skin, and white hair with red fluffy tips rolled out of bed. The boy’s name was Hubert, or ‘Huey’… no last name. He was given the last name Duck when the man he called ‘Uncle Donald’ took him in.

Huey was found on the docks of Duckburg, named so for it’s record for the most ducks living in the different bodies of water in the small town. There was a note attached, stating his first name, age, and date of birth (Hubert, 2 months, 2-1-06). Donald had adopted the boy, and the two now lived on a houseboat at the edge of town.

“Coming, Uncle Donald!” he yelled back. He walked over to his closet and opened the door. All of his clothes were neatly placed on hangars in the closet. He pulled on a plain red Junior Woodchucks shirt and plain blue jeans. He pulled on red sneakers. He grabbed a comb off his nightstand and brushed his hair, then put on a red baseball cap.

Huey walked to the kitchen where Donald was making… something. Knowing Donald, he wouldn’t try to make breakfast for Huey, since he couldn’t cook squat and Huey wouldn’t like it. Huey could cook ten times better, anyways. Huey walked over to the pantry where they kept cereal and dry snack foods. He pulled out an unopened box of Cheerios. He placed the box on the table and went to the fridge, getting the milk and orange juice.

He grabbed a bowl, spoon, and cup from the cabinets and put together his breakfast. He could cook, but had strangely weird tastes. He poured the cheerios into the bowl and the milk into the cup. Then he doused hsi Cheerios in orange juice the way someone usually does with milk instead. Donald walked to the table with something that slightly resembled eggs and made a face at Huey’s breakfast.

“Huey, when will you start eating normal foods?” he asked. Huey shrugged, eagerly stuffing his face with cereal to avoid the awkward First Day In Middle School Conversation. Also, he just really liked Cheerios in orange juice. Donald finished his ‘eggs’ and put his dishes in the sink. Huey soon finished his breakfast as well, and started washing his and Donald’s dishes.

After he was done, Huey went upstairs to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked in the mirror at himself.

Will people maybe make fun of me since I’m albino? He wondered. Well, albinos are kind of common in Duckburg, especially since most of the McDuck clan lives here. I mean, Donald is albino, and so are the twins… he shrugged. He spit the toothpaste into the sink and washed his mouth with water.

He checked his watch to see his had ten minutes before Donald had to drop him off at school. He grabbed his Junior Woodchucks guidebook and began reading it. He was obsessed with the Junior Woodchucks, which he was proudly a part of. The guidebook was one of the few books on his shelves, along with books on robots, dinosaurs, and science in general. You could say he was a nerd, but Huey preferred the term ‘smart’ because reasons.

“Huey! Time to go!” Donald yelled. Huey jumped off the bed and shoved his guidebook into the large pockets of his jeans, then put a book on robots in his red backpack. He ran out of the boat, where Donald was now waiting in the car. Huey jumped in, half excited, half nervous for his first day in a real school. Until now, he had been homeschooled by Donald.

Huey looked out the window at the passing cars, then at Donald. “...Uncle Donald?” he asked. Donald looked at Huey worriedly, hearing the nervousness the young boy hadn’t shown in his voice since he’d become friends with the always-confident Dewey and energetic Webby. The twins had made Huey more confident in pretty much everything, and in return Huey had helped them get used to normal, everyday kid stuff, since the two had almost never seen the world for what it really is, being cooped up in a house by their grandmother that was even more overprotective as Donald.

“What is it, Huey?” he asked. Huey smiled a bit at how Donald’s voice got really squeaky and… well… duck-like, when he was worried or stressed, making it hard to understand him unless you saw him almost every day. Even then, the more worried or stressed, the harder to understand him it got.

“Do you think people will make fun of me?” he asked. Donald frowned. They reached a red light, and Donald turned around to face the boy.

“Huey, why would people make fun of you?” he asked. Huey shrugged.

“Maybe, I don’t know, because I’m a huge nerd, or my eyes which are not a natural color, or that I write everything down because of my ADHD, or that I’ve been homeschooled, or that I live on a boat, or that I’m ALBINO?” Huey asked, getting louder and louder as he spoke. Donald stared at him, then turned back to the road, starting to drive again.

“Huey, I think you’re overthinking things. You’re smart, which is good, no one had said anything about your albinoness or eyes, ADHD is really common, no one really knows where you live unless you tell them, and do you honestly think people will think it’s weird to be homeschooled? You’ll be fine!” he replied. Huey nodded, not completely reassured but definitely feeling better. Donald was seriously good at reassuring people… when they could understand him.

They pulled up to the school, and Huey swung his backpack over his shoulder. “Bye, Uncle Donald, see you after school!” he said. Donald nodded and drove off, waving. Huey turned to the school building that seemed much larger than it had looked when he and Donald had been given a tour by Huey’s homeroom teacher and history teacher, Mrs. Owlston. Donald and Huey likes her very much, she was nice.

Huey walked down the halls, holding his schedule. He tapped a boy on the arm. “Excuse me, do you know where I can find room 607?” he asked. The boy turned around, and Huey recognized him instantly.

The boy had white hair with blue streaks, purple eyes, a blue T-Shirt with a lighter blue long-sleeve under it, yellow shorts, and blue sneakers. Dewey Van Der Quack, one of the twins. “Huey! Hey, man!” he said, smiling. Huey smiled back. “And, yeah, I do know how to to get there. That’s my homeroom!” he said. Huey grinned wider.

“Really? Cool! Is it Webbie’s, too?” he asked. Dewey shook his head.

“No, she has Mr. Glomgold. I head from some eighth-graders that he’s the worst, but she’s stuck with him.” he said. Huey’s smile faltered for a second, then it returned as he followed Dewey to their homeroom classes.

“Will we see Webby at all during the school day?” he asked.

“Well, there’s lunch, and if you’re taking band class with us, then there’s that. We could join an after-school club together, too. Webbie and I also have P.E. and math together. If we have the same schedule, which we probably will since we’re in the same homeroom, we’ll see her about three times, maybe more.” he said. Huey blinked, there were only a few times when Dewey sounded smart like that, even though he was just as smart as his twin.

The boys walked into the classroom and sat near the window, in the second row. Dewey pulled out his schedule and grabbed Huey’s. He smiled. “Great! Same classes!” he said. Huey snatched back his schedule with a fake glare, and Dewey laughed. The woman at the front tapped a ruler on the whiteboard to get the class’ attention.

She had curly black hair, brown skin, and big brown eyes that made her look slightly owl-like. She wore a grey suit and heels, and her entire stance looked like she meant business, but she also seemed very kind. “Hello, class, may I have your attention. My name is Mrs. Owlston, your homeroom and history teacher this year.” she said. “I’m very excited to work with you children, and I hope you feel the same. As long as you all do your work and don’t cause any trouble, this will be a good year, I’m sure.”

The class nodded, and even though Huey had just really met Mrs. Owlston, he already really liked her.

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After he finished taking notes on the first Shadow War against a queen named Magica De Spell, Huey looked out the window, resting his head in his hand.

I wonder how Webby’s doing… I hope she has a nice teacher, too. He thought.

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(about the same time Huey is eating his really weird breakfast…)

Louie slammed the top of his alarm clock, which was ringing like crazy like it was trying to kill him with the noise, and rolled out of bed. “Mrfblrg” he mumbled, standing up all the way. He stumbled sleepily over to the closet and pulled on a green hoodie, tan pants, and black sneakers. He looked in the mirror and shrieked.

His hair was sticking up everywhere, like something had made a nest in there. He grabbed a comb and started brushing it out until his birds-nest morning hair was back to its normal short,wavy, white hair. Nodding with approval, he walked out of his room, hands in his pockets.

Then he turned around and walked right back into his room. He grabbed his phone, which cost about a thousand dollars, and put it in his pocket. Then he walked downstairs.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He saw some leftover pancakes in the fridge. Chocolate chip. Eh. nothing better, and I don’t want to cook. He thought. He stacked five pancakes on a plate and doused them in maple syrup.

“Llewellyn McDuck.” said an angry-sounding voice. Louie flinched and slowly turned around. A man with a short white beard and white hair, small round glasses, and a red suit was standing there, his weight on a cane by his side. It was none other than Scrooge McDuck the richest man in the world. Louie sighed.

“Hello, Grandfather.” he mumbled. Scrooge smiled.

“You forgot that we have an extra bag of chocolate chips in the pantry.” he said. “And whipped cream, too.” Louie smiled and ran to the pantry, where there was indeed more chocolate chips and whipped cream. Covering his pancakes in both, Louie gave a thumbs-up to his grandfather. Scrooge sat next to his grandson and took a sip of his tea.

“Grandfather, I told you I don’t like my full name. PLEASE DO NOT SAY IT.” he said. Scrooge laughed. After Louie finished his pancakes and tossed his dishes in the sink, he started to walk up the stairs.

“Oh, and Louie?” asked Scrooge.

“What?”

“You have five minutes until you’re going to be driven to school.” he said. Louie’s eyes widened.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?” he yelled. Scrooge sighed.

“I did. You just fell back asleep.” he said. Louie ran upstairs into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked in the mirror. Pure white hair, pale skin, and bright pink eyes. ...yep. I’m gonna get teased… he thought. An albino… who’s literally never left his house until today. He ran into his room, throwing random textbooks form his homeschooling, loose drawings and blank pieces of paper, pencils, pens, and his wallet into his black backpack.

He ran out the door of McDuck Manor, then screeched to a halt when he saw exactly which car he was taking. “GRANDFATHER!” he yelled. Sitting in the driveway was not a normal-like car. A golden limo was there instead, one of the nicest ones.

“What?” Scrooge called.

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY- WHAT- WHY DID- LIMO?” Louie yelled back. He thought that he would be driven to school in a normal fancy car, not a gold limo. He stomped into the limo and slouched in his seat.

---

When he finally got to school on what seemed like a really long drive, but was really only five minutes, he grabbed his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. The chauffeur opened the door for Louie. “Have a good day at school, Mr. McDuck. I will be picking you up after school, at exactly 2:45 pm, unless you tell me otherwise.” he said. Louie nodded, stepping out of the car.

“Okay, just… PLEASE use a regular limo, please…” he said. The chauffeur nodded and closed the door behind him, then get into the driver’s seat and drove off. Louie turned to look at the front steps of the school, where there was a large group of students taking pictures of the receding limo and him. Louie pulled his hood over his head, embarrassed. He liked being rich and stuff, but not having everyone’s eyes on him. That wasn’t fun.

He walked into room 618 and sat in the back of the classroom, next to a girl with short white hair with pink streaks, purple eyes, and pale skin. She wore a pink collared shirt and darker pink vest, with a purple skirt and white ballet flats. She had a light pink bow in her hair.

She smiled at him, and Louie gave a small smile back. The girl held out a hand. “Hi, I’m Webby Van Der Quack. Do you want to be friends, maybe? I only have two friends, and Dewey doesn’t really count since he’s my twin brother. Huey does, though. He’s not related to me. You might have seen the three of us around town, we’re everywhere and know practically everyone. Except the McDuck family, Scrooge is so isolated! I heard he has a grandchild, but that’s probably not true. It’s just a rumor, I’ll bet.” she said.

Louie shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Webbie. I’m Louie McDuck.” he said. Webbys eyes widened.

“YOU’RE A MCDUCK?” she yelled. All the heads in the classroom turned to stare at Louie and Webby. Louie sank down into his chair. The teacher, Mr. Glomgold, a man with a fluffy grey beard, square glasses, and a kilt for some reason, glared at them.

“A McDuck? In my class? Is that true?” he asked. Louie nodded slowly. “This is unacceptable! I refuse to pass a McDuck, or anyone related to Scrooge!” Louie winced.

“Well, this day is off to a great start…” he mumbled. Glomgold took out the roll call.

When he got to the ‘M’ section of the list, he gave a small chuckle, then laughed loudly. Much louder that was necessary, he yelled Louie’s name. “MCDUCK, LLEWELLYN.” Louie groaned and slammed his head on the desk repeatedly. The class laughed loudly with Glomgold. All except Webby, who patted Louie on the shoulder, a sympathetic look on her face.

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Louie and Webby compared schedules after they finished their work. “Cool, we have all the same classes!” Webby said. “...I have all my classes with a McDuck, and the one hidden away for over a decade, too!” she whispered to herself. Louie sighed. Well, that’s one good thing, I guess.

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At lunch, Webby tugged Louie by the arm to a table with two other boys, one wearing all blue, another with all red. The blue one looked a lot like Webby. “Hey, guys!” she called. The red one looked up from the book he was reading, and the blue one smiled at her.

“Hey, Webbs.” they both said. Before Louie could think of an escape plan from meeting new people, Webbie had pulled him into the seat next to her. ...great…

“Who’s this?” the red one said. Webby grinned.

“Huey, Dewey, meet Llewe-” she started. Louie clamped a hand over her mouth.

“JUST. LOUIE.” Louie whisper-yelled. Webbie nodded. Louie jerked his hand back suddenly, wiping it on one of the napkins piled in the center of the table. “Eew, Webby! Did you seriously lick my hand?” he said. “Gross!” Dewey laughed. “Shut up…”

“Wait, what’s your full name?” Huey asked. Not wanting to get his hand licked again, Louie let Webbie tell him.

“Oh, it’s Llewellyn. Llewellyn McDuck.” she said. She suddenly grabbed her twin by the shirt. “A MCDUCK, DEWEY.”

Huey leaned over to a confused Louie. “Webby kind of has a weird hobby of finding out all she can about Clan McDuck. Especially Scrooge’s closest family members.” he said. Louie nodded. “Prepare for lots and lots of questions.”

“Great…” Louie mumbled.

Who would have guessed that after a month, they would all be best friends, and a romance would be blossoming between Louie McDuck and Webbie Van Der Quack?

Definitely not the formerly mentioned trillionaire’s grandson.

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#DuckTales #DuckTales 2017 #Louie Duck #Huey Duck #webby vanderquack #dewey duck #huey dewey and louie #DuckTales Middle School #AU

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