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gummygowon · 4 years ago

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dreamers | jung wooyoung

word count: 4.8k

genre: angst, fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: sad lmao

third person pov

it was a quiet friday night which was weird for a group of highschoolers. nothing was really going on, in terms of parties and high school games which was rare but it finally felt nice to not feel hungover for a whole weekend.

y/n and wooyoung were chilling on her bed after their friends had left her house. wooyoung lived a couple doors down from y/n's house and didn't feel like leaving just yet.

ever since y/n moved into the neighborhood in third grade, the two had become inseparable. the duo would tell each other everything from stupid crushes to ranting about how their favorite arcade game was rigged. and tonight was another one of those nights were the two could talk until the sun rose.

tonight's topic was about their futures and what they wanted to do since they were now seniors and adulthood was coming closer everyday.

"woo?" y/n asked, fiddling with one of her plushies.

"yes, y/n." wooyoung perked up his head from his phone.

"what are your plans after college?"

wooyoung paused for a moment, forming his answer carefully. "i don't think i'm going to college after high school."

"huh? what are you going to do then?" y/n asked, surprised her best friend wasn't going to some sort of culinary school since he would not stop cooking.

"i know it's kind of dumb but i wanna be an idol." wooyung confessed sheepishly.

"it's not dumb, woo." you argued back. "i mean you are one of hell of a dancer and you can sing. just send it."

his cheeks flushed a little bit at her comments. "are you sure? what if-"

"jung wooyoung. look at me." y/n said as she grabbed his wrists.

the boy looked up at her with doubt and worry washed over his face.

"you got amazing vocals that i'm pretty sure angels are jealous of you and you can literally beat anyone in a dance battle. including me, which is saying a lot." y/n joked as she flipped her hair.

it was true though. y/n was a killer dance and when her and wooyoung danced together, circles would form around them at parties.

"if you want to become an idol. become an idol. i want to brag to everyone that i'm bestfriends with the jung wooyoung."

wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands to hips. "wow, you really just want me for the clout huh?"

"no!" y/n answered and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "but seriously, i'll support you no matter what. hell i'll watch one of your practices if they even allow that."

"i don't think they would allow that y/n."

"whatever, just send me videos of you dancing at least." y/n huffed and crossed her arms.

"of course. i promise to send you weekly videos."

"good, i'll be waiting for those." she smiled at him.

"y/n, what are you going to do afterwards?" wooyoung asked, leaning back on his hands.

"i want to join the navy." her eyes glowed as she talked. "i want to help protect our country and working overseas seems so much fun."

wooyoung watched in amusement as his best friend begin to drabble on about her plans after high school. "how are am i supposed to send you my weekly dance videos then?"

"through a flash drive duh. unless they allow sailors access to computers but i doubt it. just write to me and send a flash drive over."

"you really want me to spend money on flash drives?" wooyoung sarcastically asked.

"yes if you're gonna become an idol, i am going to have to pay for a ticket to your concert aren't I?"

"i mean, i guess. but i can probably get you free ones."

"nah, there's no fun in that." y/n said as she waved her hand, shooing away that idea. "i want to fight over people for barricade tickets."

wooyung laughed at her dumb dream. "okay, do whatever you want y/n."

two months later, y/n was helping out wooyung practice for his audition for bighit. the poor kid could not stop stressing out about his audition that was in a few days.

wooyoung had been non stop preparing ever since he found out the audition date. after school, he did his homework right away and then went straight to practicing his vocals and dancing.

on the weekends and when y/n had light homework loads during the week she would help out as much as she can.

today, wooyoung had probably been dancing for almost two hours in his backyard. he was constantly tweaking and perfecting dances that y/n was sure that his hair was going to turn gray before the audition even came.

"woo." y/n walked over to the speaker and paused the song. "you need to take a break dude. you've been at it for two hours now."

wooyoung inhaled deeply, he was trying his best not to snap at her for just trying to help him out. "give me five more minutes please. i know i can get it down. i just need a little more time."

"wooyung, give your body a break. it wouldn't hurt to take a five minute break." y/n said, her voice a little more sterner.

"y/n just please!" wooyung shouted, instantly regretting raising his voice at her. "just please give me a little longer and i promise, i'll stop."

"fine. i'll be inside." y/n sighed.

she couldn't get mad at him even though it was so tempting to just snap back at him and whack him in the face. but she understood the pressure and stress he was feeling at the moment.

instead, she took out her anger on the watermelon in front of her. cutting the watery fruit, a little more harshly than normal.

after she was done, wooyung had walked back into the house, dripping in sweat.

"finally, you're done. you know, you have to take more care of yourself once you start training." she scolded at him.

"that's if, i get in." wooyoung corrected her, wiping away his sweat with a towel.

"keep thinking negatively and i'll stab you." y/n threatened, half jokingly and half not. it certainly didn't help that her tone came out more serious since she was annoyed at him.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." wooyung put his hands in the air as soon as he saw y/n point the sharp knife at him.

"good. now eat and then we can work on your vocals." y/n pushed a plate full of watermelon and strawberries towards him.

"thank you." wooyung said as he reached for a strawberry.

"for what?" she asked as she washed her hands before snagging a slice of watermelon.

"for helping me with everything." wooyung looked at his best friend wondering how he would survive without her.

y/n looked up and met his gaze and she couldn't help but blush. "it's alright. i wanna see you perform when i get back from the navy."

"speaking of the navy, did you apply yet?" he asked in between chews.

"uhh, not yet. i've been busy." the h/c girl answered sheepishly as she picked up another piece of fruit to distract herself.

wooyung groaned, "it's because you're helping me isn't it?"

he felt even more worse since he snapped at her.

"no, no. it's not that. my parents are trying to talk to me out of it."

the boy looked skeptically at her. "are you sure? i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."

y/n scoffed at him. "are you dumb? you're going to be with me throughout this whole process, whether you like it or not."

wooyung smiled at her brightly. "yes, i will and i will be buying flash drives just for you. so you can watch my dance videos."

"that's right baby. catch me in the front row of all your concerts." y/n dramatically declared.

"with the tickets you'll refuse from me."

"just let me fight your future fans over them please."

"fine, it'll make up for the cost of the flash drives."

"fair enough." she laughed.

two weeks later, y/n's letter from the navy arrived in her mailbox after dinner.

once she had saw the mail truck come by she immediately ran to the mailbox with her slippers barely on her feet.

her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys and struggled to open it. y/n skimmed over the pile of letters in her arms until she found the one thing she was looking for. she shoved the rest of the letters back inside the mailbox so she could retrieve them later.

with trembling fingers and her heart beating so fast, y/n ripped the envelope opened. she could feel herself start to shake once she read the big fat congratulations on the paper.

y/n screamed out of pure happiness and rushed to wooyoung's house, completely forgetting about the rest of the letters in her family's mailbox.

she knocked on the door so harshly, anyone would of thought that she was the FBI about to barge into their home.

"wooyoung!" y/n exclaimed.

"y/n, what is it?" he asked, confused at her super excited state and then it hit him, "is it the navy?"

she hummed in response, "i got in, i'm leaving on saturday!"

"oh my god, y/n." wooyoung congratulated her before enveloping her in a warm hug. "i'm so happy for you."

"thank you, woo." y/n pulled back, her smile never leaving her face. "how about you did you get in?"

"about that..." he trailed off looking to the side.

y/n's face fell and before she could even say anything, wooyoung interrupted.

"just kidding. i got in." wooyoung's face returned back to his happy self, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"you fucker." y/n cursed as she slapped him on the arm. "i was going to cry for you. "

"owwww." he whimpered, rubbing his arm.

the girl pulled him into a hug which wooyoung slowly returned.

"look woo, we're achieving our dreams together." y/n smiled into his chest.

wooyoung hugged her even tighter. "i love you."

the two never had outwardly said that phrase, even in a friendly way. which is why it caught y/n off guard by a mile.

it was a definite no brainer that she loved him. at first it was in a best friend way but over time and the many idol practices, y/n always left his house wondering about her feelings for him. it was so cliche of her to fall for her childhood best friend but she couldn't help it.

wooyoung was there for her for everything, ever since she moved here. and of course, y/n was always there for him. feelings were bound to be caught, one way or the other. it was just matter of who would fall first.

"i mean uh," wooyoung pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

y/n's adrenaline was skyrocketing, "fuck it."

she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

wooyoung froze against her lips before kissing back. he didn't really know what was happening but he loved every second of it.

when the two of them pulled back for air, y/n was grinning. "i love you too, woo."

the trainee couldn't help but smile even brighter. but y'n's face fell at the thought of the future. she was leaving for the navy in a couple of days and wouldn't return for months. and wooyoung was starting his training soon. it was an absolutely, terrible idea to start a relationship considering the timing, but she would do it all for him.

he noticed her expression and reached for her cheek, caressing it. "i'll wait for you, y/n."

"really? i won't back for almost two years. i don't want you to-"

"y/n, i would wait an eternity if it i meant i could be with you." he reassured, staring deep into her eyes.

whatever worries y/n had were disappearing. it felt comforting to hear the one person who she loved and cared about, would be waiting for her when she came back.

wooyoung pulled her in for another comforting hug, "i will always love you, no matter how far away you are."

a tear slipped down y/n's cheek as she hugged him even tighter. falling in love with your best friend had never felt so bittersweet.

since then, wooyoung and y/n spent as much time as they could together before she left for the navy.

but now, the day they both dreaded had arrived.

y/n's suitcase was packed into her family's car as she said her goodbyes to her siblings and grandparents.

"you look so beautiful." y/n's grandpa cried, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.

the sailor was wearing her uniform with her long hair was slicked back into a bun.

"thank you, grandpa." y/n smiled as she pulled away to say goodbye to her other friends.

and of course, wooyoung's family was there. she saved her goodbyes for them last.

y/n went down the line of his family, hugging them and saying thank you for coming to see her go off.

when she reached wooyoung, the breath in her throat hitched as tears threatened to spill out. y/n promised to herself that she wouldn't cry before she left but for wooyoung and her parents, they were the exception.

wooyoung hugged her so tightly which y/n didn't mind at all. if she could, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms.

"i love you, woo." she mumbled into his chest.

"i love you too, y/n. good luck out there."

y/n pulled away reluctantly, "you too. i will be waiting for your first concert."

wooyoung smiled at her sadly and tugged at her wrist. y/n looked back at him with a confused expression before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. he didn't really care that his parents were there at the moment, he just needed to remember what her lips felt like before he forgot.

"i'll always be there with you." wooyoung whispered, as he pressed something into her hand.

y/n looked down at her hand to see a red rose hanging on a gold chain, "thank you, woo."

he nodded his head as he let you go.

he watched with teary eyes as you drove away but something in him sparked. another drive for him to work hard and achieve his dream.

dear wooyoung,

i miss you so much, it's beginning to drive me insane. but, i want to let you know that everything here is going smoothly despite these rocky ass waves. i've adjusted to almost everything around here except for waking up incredibly early. i've made new friends and have become really close with my roomate which is a relief because i don't know if i could deal with a shitty ass roomate. anyways, how's life back at home and how's training at bighit? have you seen taehyung yet? haha. i'm kidding. or not. but besides the point, tell me how life as a trainee. oh and before i forget, i figured out a way to watch your dance practice videos so please send them. i'll pay you back through buying barricade tickets alright? also, tell your parents i say hi please!

with much love,

y/n :)

p.s. i love you

dear y/n,

i miss you a lot too. even my parents do haha and they say hello back and hope you're doing well. i'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the navy life but i'm surprised that you're able to wake up so early haha. but don't worry, everything back home is great, just a little chaotic sometimes. trainee life is definitely tiring and hard but it's probably not much compared to what you have to do. i don't wanna know about the million, spirit-breaking things you do but if it makes you happy, i did see taehyung. even though it was for like two seconds because we were just passing in the halls. i hope one day i can see them practice live. maybe i'll see jimin. but anyways, i've made some friends too. we're gonna audition for a survival show called mixnine together. i'm really excited. i think you would like them. they're really funny but not as funny as me though. ok, i got to go now before my mom yells at me for staying up so late. so, i'll see you in my dreams. goodbye!

love,

wooyoung ;0

p.s. enjoy the dance cover i did with yeosang (someone who i met at bighit)

p.s.s. i hope the flash drive gets to you safely, i don't trust the postal services

two years later...

dear woo,

i have managed to secure tickets to your first concert in seoul thorough my parents. and yes, my parents had to do some fighting with some of your fans to help me secure a barricade ticket. i am utterly disappointed that i didn't get to do the fighting myself but i guess i'll just have to wait for your next tour. :( but on a more positive note i'm coming home soon! i'm so excited. the first thing we are doing though is getting some good dessert. i'm tired of eating the wack ass "desserts" here. oh! maybe we can go to a garden or something i don't know but i'm tired of looking at the water. some nice, pretty flowers will be much better to look at. speaking of flowers, i still have your rose necklace that you gave me. i wear it all the time except for when we do swimming exercises. i don't trust myself enough to bring it in the water. anyways before i have to go, i want to say how proud i am of you for coming so far in the idol industry. it seems like forever ago that i was helping you out for audition for bighit. i get to brag to people now that i'm dating a kpop idol hehe. say hi to the boys for me! and please send another video of you guys dancing so, me and my roomie can copy it. when i come home we can perform your songs together. oh my god that would be so much fun. ok, ok i really gotta go now but i love you and please take care of yourself! (or ask san too, either one works)

with much love,

y/n!

p.s. i'll be sitting a little bit to the right of the stage.

dear y/n,

i'm sad to hear that you couldn't fight my fans for barricade tickets but i am thankful that you are coming to our first show. i'll be on the lookout for you in the audience. and afterwards, find my parents and they'll take you backstage so i can see you again. did i tell you that our lightsticks came in and they're actually so cool. i'll see if i can snag you one and don't even think about having to pay back okay? you can pay me back by spending as much time as you can with me when you're back home. anyways, i wanna thank you for supporting me ever since i brought up the idea of becoming an idol. you were probably the only person who didn't laugh straight in my face for thinking such childish things but look at where we are now. i get to perform my first show with you in the barricade. and look at you, i got a badass girlfriend in the navy who can probably kick anyone's ass. and she can dance like??? i think win when it comes to having the coolest girlfriend ever. and you bet the first thing we're gonna do together is dance. i'm debating about teaching you the pirate king choreo or the say my name one. i don't know you can pick. also, yeosang, san, hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, and jongho all say hello back and are very excited to finally meet you. i gotta go now, i have to wake up early for some costume fittings but i'll send some pics over too. i love you!

love,

wooyoung :)

it was the day of ateez's first concert and wooyoung didn't even know if y/n was back from the navy yet because they could never really say when they're coming home for obvious reasons. but wooyoung couldn't help but pace around the dressing room.

it was definitely not the perfect timing since he was currently freaking out about twenty million things all at once. it was their first ever concert and everything could terribly wrong in wooyoung's mind. like what if y/n thinks that he performed terribly tonight or even worse what if she leaves in the middle of the concert because they were so bad. but he didn't even know if she was back in south korea since she hadn't called him or anything. not even her parents had called him. maybe they wanted to surprise him? no. that's dumb she already bought tickets so-

"wooyoung." his leader called out to him. ever since they had arrived at the venue, wooyoung had been non stop spacing out and mumbling things to himself. everyone in the group was of course nervous, but none of them were this anxious.

"huh?" the young idol snapped his head to hongjoong. "i mean yes."

"are you seriously okay? you haven't been able to stop mumbling to yourself since we got out of the car." he asked full of concern.

"yes, it's just that y/n is supposed to come and-" wooyoung rambled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

hongjoong put his hands on both of his shoulders, "woo, i am going to need you to calm down first. y/n is probably back home safe and is probably getting ready right now with her friends to come see us."

wooyoung slowly nodded to himself to convince himself that everything was okay.

"take a deep breath, ok?" hongjoong instructed, breathing along with him. "relax, she's going to come and she's gonna see how much you've improved since the last time she saw you."

his leader was right. wooyoung had improved in so many ways, from his singing to his confidence in performing. he should be excited to show off how much he improved to her.

"you're right." the young idol nodded his head. his worries about y/n were slowly being lifted away.

hongjoong smiled at him before patting his back.

during the concert everything was going smoothly. there was no costume slip ups or them forgetting their lines it was going great. but wooyoung couldn't find y/n amongst the many faces in the crowd. it was worrying him but he decided to not let any negative thoughts cloud his mind mid performance.

until, they were about to perform their last song and his parents ran to their dressing room. tears were streaming down his mother's face.

"what's going on? are you okay mom?" wooyoung asked immediately, he wrapped his mom in a hug.

"it's y/n." his dad started in soft voice.

"what? what happened? is she okay?" he asked, his head snapping to his dad. it was a miracle how he didn't break his neck.

"honey, she couldn't make it. there was an accident and something happened to the ship." his mom cried.

"what do you mean she didn't make it?" wooyoung couldn't believe a word they were saying. there was no way in hell she died. she was too young. wooyoung didn't even get a chance to say i love you again in person.

"her ship went down and there was only a few survivors and-"

"no. you're lying." the shocked idol shouted as he backed away from his parents only to be caught in san's chest.

"sweetheart, they couldn't find her." his mom revealed as she wiped a tear away from her face. "she was supposed to arrive yesterday."

wooyoung didn't say anything but fall to the floor. every ounce of happiness he had was gone. he couldn't believe it. there was no way.

"you guys are going back up now." their manager shouted to them.

"we wanted to tell you later but-"

"that's enough, honey." his dad shushed. he didn't want to make things worse than they already were.

"woo, come on." san said as he helped him up.

he didn't say anything but followed his members out of the dressing room.

wooyoung didn't know how he was supposed to continue singing when he just found out that love of his life died.

"sing for her, alright?" san comforted right before they walked back on stage.

they were performing star 1117. the last song of the night. which was good for wooyoung cause he just wanted this night to be over already.

once mingi started singing, wooyoung lost it. as well as his fellow members but they weren't crying for the same reasons he was.

they were crying because after all the neverending practices and the amount of frustrating times sitting in the sound booth trying to get the perfect sound was all worth it. they were finally doing what they love in front of people who genuinely enjoyed their music and were excited for what's to come from them.

he should be crying for the same reasons they were or maybe he was a little bit. he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore. he just felt empty.

san watched his friend break down and went over to him for support. he was never much of crier but this performance was close to breaking his wall.

in the eyes of a fan, it looked like san was merely comforting a crying wooyoung. but what they didn't know was why he was crying.

finally the song had ended and almost everyone was crying or at least on the verge of tears. the boys stood in line at the very front of the stage with bittersweet looks as they bowed down to the crowd.

they all waved goodbye with smiling faces and wet eyes.

someone had tossed roses onto the stage which wooyoung of course picked up before heading backstage.

he couldn't even make it to their dressing room before crying again. san had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced as he guided them back to the safety of their dressing room.

wooyoung had sunk into of the couches there and just let everything out. this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling. he was supposed to be happy and thankful that their first concert was a huge success. he should be happily celebrating with his friends and with y/n but not anymore.

all the members had took turns in comforting him. they never got the chance to meet y/n but they did see lots of photos of her and heard many stories from wooyoung. she sounded like an amazing person to be around and they were heartbroken that they would never get to meet her.

all the fans had left the venue by now and wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the stage. his feet was dangling off the edge while he twirled the rose in his hands. he was done crying for now and spoke softly to himself.

"i wish you were here y/n. the concert was a huge success. i'm really thankful that you helped me practiced for my bighit audition. i think i owe you a lot for that. i don't know if i would've stuck with my dream if it wasn't for you." he mumbled. "i miss you like crazy, it's not even funny. but i know you're watching me from up there and you're probably telling me to stop crying" wooyoung chuckled to himself. "but i don't think i'll stop for awhile. i love you, y/n and i'll never stop loving you."

"wooyoung." yeosang called for him. "we're leaving now."

the heartbroken idol smiled softly at his friend before getting up. he kissed the rose and he could've sworn he felt y/n's soft lips on it. maybe he was just dreaming or maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to him. wooyoung crouched down and left the rose a little to the right of the stage.

"for you, my little dreamer."

ever since that night, wooyoung had left a little rose sticker on the right side of the stage at every single venue he performed at.

it was his way of remembering y/n. it was so that she could be with him at every concert or award show.

wooyoung was even gifted a similar rose necklace from his group. he couldn't stop crying that night and thanked them repeatedly.

every night before he went to bed he would touch the rose and whisper "i love you, y/n."

sometimes he would dream about her and wake up crying. thankful, he got to see her again in his dreams. because that's what they were.

dreamers.

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caroline18mars · 6 years ago

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 29

A chill suddenly went down his spine, ugghh, no, this wasn't fun anymore, too many women who shamelessly tried to ride up against him, get the fuck away from me, who gave you permission to try and force yourself upon me?. It was hard to realize that nothing was fun anymore without her, keep some distance, take it slow, just a great fuck nothing more..all those good and rational intentions? gone, zip, sayonara, done with, over and out, obliterated, vanished into thin air, De Robiano, the fuck you're doing to me?. “You leaving so soon?” Shannon turned his attention from some girl to his brother as he walked by, “Yeah, and so should you if you don't want to get into trouble” whatsherface was gonna flip a lid if she saw how chummy his brother was being with another random chick “I'm not gonna pay the bill of another trashed hotelroom, alright?” he tapped Shannon's head lightly before he pushed his way through the crowd. Car, hotel, Harper, bed, yesssss, let's go, the sooner the better, he ignored the cries for attention and pictures from the fans that had been waiting outside the club for hours just to catch a glimpse of the band. He kept his head down as he walked to the waiting car and got in, thanks to you I'm looking forward to something again, thanks to you I'm finally the man I want to be, her name kept bouncing around his head while the car whizzed through the dark night.

”Harper, can't you hear what I'm saying?” he stepped up to her again but she froze up and crossed her arms defensively over her chest “I am and I've heard more than enough” she hissed, she had listened to his pleas over and over again, to forgive him, to give him a chance, to think about it “I really need you to leave, Sean..please! Go to sleep, it's late and the alcohol is clearly doing the talking right now anyway”. Sean took a deep breath, closed his eyes “I'm not drunk, ok?..but fine, I'll leave..and let you walk right into the biggest mistake of your life, you're a goddamn fool Harper, just don't expect me to pick you up when he rips you apart and he will do that, trust me! It will happen and when he does you'll be all alone, you hear me? I'm beginning to understand why your family dumped you, you're not even capable of having feelings or emotions, let alone love” he barked as he stomped aggressively past her on his way out the door. The almighty bang of the slamming door made her jump and her ears ring, and suddenly the tears came fast and furious, no, stop it, just go brush your teeth and get into bed, pull the duvet over your head and ignore the heavy pain in your chest, no family and definitely no more friend, singular not plural, nothing new about that, right?!. Jared heard the loud slamming of a door down the hall, the fuck was that? But the thought of slipping in bed next to her pulled him inside as he quickly opened the door, where was she? he tiptoed into his bedroom and flicked on a lamp to shine its light on an empty, unslept bed. Harper heard the door open and quickly wiped her tears away and took a deep breath when she felt the mattress dip and he slipped in the empty spot next to her, pushing his chest against her back “here you are, I missed you” he kissed her shoulder and frowned when he felt how tense her shoulders were “you ok?” he whispered and let his kisses drift up to her ear. “Of course I am” she faked a little yawn “how was the party?” try to sound interested, he can't know anything about what happened, hell she didn't even want to know, “lonely without you” he rubbed her hip while he kept on kissing but when he wanted to roll her on her back to have more access to the rest of her body, she pulled back. “I'm really tired, floppy hair, hold me?” she whispered, no, yes snuggling is nice, but some post-party sex with that familiar buzz of adrenalin and exhaustion coursing through his body is even better..deep breathing, wait, no, don't fall asleep on me now, 10 minutes is all I need..but you're..sleeping..fuck..he let his forehead connect with her shoulder in frustration. Another tear escaped her closed eyes as she felt his body snuggle up to her, and pull the duvet over them, this little cocoon he was creating and being so gentle and so sweet with her, please let me keep this man, there's nothing I don't love about him.

She hadn't slept at all, she'd listened to his breathing in her ear while Sean's words had thumped around her head, never enough, she just never had been enough for anybody, just a warm body to snuggle up to or to fuck, and that was a reality she had to live with, she let the hot water cascade down her body, come on Coco, just try and enjoy this day, push the dark thoughts from your brain. But just thinking about having to return to that venue tonight sitting high up there with Sean made her sick to the point of nearly vomiting, don't, no, just go out, have something for breakfast and go drown your sorrows in one of the stunning museums this city had to offer. She tried to rub Sean's confession off of her with an extra royal dot of soap, everything was gonna be ok if she just stayed professional with him tonight, of course it was, you've walked this road before, you're stronger than you think. Jared's eyes fluttered open as some ultra fresh smell of raspberry and roses drifted up his nostrils and the warmth of her body enveloped him “hmmm, there you are, what a wonderful way to wake up” oooh she loved that raspy voice in the morning. “I didn't want to wake you, I just came to steal a little snuggle and a kiss” she put her head on his shoulder and pushed herself against his side, “I can do that” he grinned as she lifted her head again to look at him and seized her mouth for a goodmorning kiss, “and I can do so much more” his hands ran through her wet hair, my beautiful lover, my grace, my heart, my libertine and my lorelei who willl send my ship to wreck, but I won't have it any other way. “I know you can and I want you to, so what do you say, you give me a good fucking and afterwards we go out for breakfast and a walk, maybe a museum or two?”. Instantly hard again, how long had it been since he had felt so alive, so on edge? Her clothes went flying and she heard the lace of her bra crack as he yanked it down to free her full breasts from their confiments, she pulled his boxer down to let his hard, throbbing cock greet her, that glorious and mouthwatering, massive tool of his was addictive, what would he taste like?. But there was no time for that, right now she just wanted to ride him and let him extinguish that fire of frustration burning in her hips. A leg went over and she positioned herself, ligned up his dick with her entrance and slowly, ever so slowly she pushed down and impaled herself with a loud, blissful moan “god yesss..owwww you're so goddamn hard”. The pressure on his dick and that amazing tight pussy of her nearly made his eyes pop out of his head, she'd taken control this time, not him and he didn't mind one bit, she was on a mission to absolutely destroy him and he was gonna let her, his hands slid up her thighs as she rode him hard and fast.

”Would you mind if we walked?” she shrugged her shoulders when he held open the cardoor for her, it was frikkin' freezin, “no..no of course not” he stammered, was something going on? Had he misread something or done something wrong during that hefty sex session? When a woman turned down a ride in a warm car for a long walk in a –10 degrees biting cold , something was usually on her mind and it never predicted anything good. “Come here” he put his arm around her as they started walking and pulled her close, her hand reached up and grabbed his that dangled over her shoulder “you make me so happy, you do know that, right?” he kissed the top of her head. “Huh?” she looked up at him, what had her so distracted?, “awww, don't go all mushy on me, floppy hair, it's such a turn-off” she rolled her eyes mockingly and shook her head before she sank back into her own quiet bubble, something was definitely up, don't push her, just walk with her, not every silence needed to be broken. Half an hour later, they sat behind two large cappucinos with rosy cheeks from being in the cold for so long “it's starting to snow” he turned into a 10-year old boy right in front of her eyes, as he looked out of the window completely excited. “Someone clearly been living in LA for a really long time” she smirked at the twinkle in his eyes, “uh-oh, that obvious? Guess you're right, maybe I've been living in the sun for way too long” he smiled and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Do you ever get homesick?” she sighed and scrunched up her nose while she did this cute wobble with her head, “no..can't say that I do..you don't get homesick when you travelled the world like I did, I've got friends all over the place, in every city there's always someone special” he grinned and rolled his eyes like that was the dumbest question ever. Prove Sean right with one little sentence, why don't you, floppy hair?. “I see” there was a sadness in her smile before she hid her face behind her cappucino mug, oh god, he just realized how insensitive that must have sounded. “So are you? Homesick, I mean?” of course she was, stupid, he wanted to help, it just came out so unbelievably clumsy, “I don't know..or maybe I'm just feeling a little down..yeah, I guess I am..d'you know what? Let's just change the subject” reach for that helping hand, Coco, just try. “Let's not! Wanna tell me about that homesickness?” he leaned forward and tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, the palm of his hand caressing her cheek, come on babe, talk to me, let me look into that brilliant and stormy mind of yours. “Naaah, it's alright” she shook her head, don't make me cry, please don't “no, it's not, what's wrong? Who's in NY that makes you so homesick?” please don't let it be a guy. “How about that walk in the snow? There's an exhibition I really want to see on hyperrealism, the museum should be just down the road” perfectly diverted Coco, damn you're good! Jared on the other hand wasn't convinced of that, not convinced at all, she could run but she couldn't hide.

Arriving at the museum, they were practically alone, “I'll leave you to it, you'll find me” she touched his arm when he got another call. This is what she loved so much, an empty museum, the world outside was covered under a white, muted blanket and she could finally collect her rambling thoughts under the suspecting eye of all this beauty on the walls.

'Beep' huh? Jared was on his phone downstairs at the cloackroom, please don't let it be Sean, she quickly dug up her phone from her handbag and sat down on the bench in the middle of the hall.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Are we ok?

Coco, Harper, Babe,

Am I in the doghouse or something? I feel like you're being a bit distant with me ever since we made love this morning and boy do I hate it, not the lovemaking part because that was absolutely glorious, just being with you is glorious. Listen, I know you miss NY, I get that, so that's why I'm creating a little bit of NY for you right now by sending you an e-mail. Alright, I'll cut the crap, you my sweet Harper are doing things to my heart that I never thought would be possible, I'm an emotional wreck when you're not with me, like last night when you left the club, it felt like half of me was missing, when you're high up there above my head at a show, all I can do is worry about you. And I want it, I want to feel it all with you, talk to me, yell at me, I don't care, as long as you keep on communicating and being with me, I love your brain, I love your body..I LOVE YOU!

There I said it, I can't take it back anymore now, I don't want to take it back either, I don't give a fuck if it's too early in our relationship, I'll say it a thousand times: I LOVE YOU x 1000!

Your Jared/Joe forever if you let me!

P.S.: I see that they serve NY cheesecake in this museum's bistro, wanna share a piece with me after our little tour here? NY cheesecake always solves everything, even homesickness!

Her body glowing and her heart thumping in her throat she lifted her head when she heard the creak of footsteps on the wooden floor and saw him casually walk into the room, she couldn't keep sitting down so she ran up to him and jumped in his open arms. “I love you too, floppy hair, I love you too” she whispered in his ear, “of course we're ok”.

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Shattered, Chapter 6

Notes: As always, huge thanks to my awesome editors Drucilla and Blueshifted.

This was my first time writing O'Hara, and am I not obligated to give him the most exaggerated accent possible?

Also, while it's frustrating that over the years Daisy's personality has been rewritten so many different times, it's also fantastic because I can make her a complete nutter without anyone batting an eyelash.

Summary: Minnie and Ratface arrive at the Golden Kingdom, where everything glitters for a price.

At times, Minnie would regret not grabbing at least a pair of shoes from Mother's house �� or whatever her real name was – but the thought of going back to that prison kept her eyes forward. The chill in her chest stayed, and as Minnie and Ratface journeyed on, she could feel it grow stronger. Minnie didn't sleep often, wanting to cover as much ground as she could, but when she did, Ratface snuggled in close – not because he wanted to, he claimed. “If some big predator comes along, they'll surely eat you first. I'm just setting up an alarm system. Don't expect me to stay around at the first sign of trouble.”

But his barbs and criticisms came less and less as they left that mystical garden. Sometimes he'd ask about her home, and sometimes they traveled in silence. Minnie would often glance in his direction, wanting to ask one of many questions on her mind about what he knew, but when she met his eyes she lost the will. Perhaps he was waiting for her to ask... but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Whatever he knew about “Mother” and the Snow Queen couldn't be pleasant, and she felt she hadn't earned the right to open up old wounds. Maybe she never would.

It was early afternoon in their travels along endless green grass when they spotted something new off in the distance between two great hills. From far away, there was a glittering color that was very beautiful, and Minnie picked up the pace to see it closer. Between the hills were gigantic golden walls, and half a dozen plain-clothed soldiers standing guard. Unlike the frozen soldiers of the Snow Queen, these men and women were full of life, jabbering to one another, playfully shoving, one of them opting to take a nap standing up. The majority of them stood in front of a gigantic golden door, which contained a smaller door, which contained an even smaller door, on and on until there was a door about Minnie's height. Minnie couldn't tell if this was a way to confuse outsiders or a very odd choice in aesthetic.

“And here comes a problem,” Ratface said. “If we want to get to the Snow Queen, we must keep moving forward... but traversing those hills would take many days. The fastest way would be through the Golden Kingdom straight ahead. I've never been there myself, but I hear the princess is more off-kilter than a three-legged flamingo.”

Minnie couldn't make heads or tails of that insult so she ignored it. “I've never been to another place with lots of people in it before.” It was both exciting and nerve-wracking. “I hope it'll be all right.”

“Word of advice, pretty girl.” Ratface leaned in, still perched on her shoulder. “If they see you talking to me, they'll think you're crazy. Birds aren't supposed to talk the way I do, so you'll hear no more from me as long as we're in there.”

She fancied a chance. “You could tell me why you talk, and I could tell them.” He merely looked away, apparently deciding now would be the start of his silence. “I'm beginning to think you're more stubborn than Mickey.” Which was really saying something! She walked on to the large doors, and it wasn't long before the guards could see her. She stopped in place. “Excuse me-”

“Who goes there!” One of the taller guardsmen shouted, leaping forward, his bayonet at the ready. He then paused, adjusted his hat, adjusted his collar, and then resumed pointing his weapon at her. “Does that look better?”

“I didn't think it looked too bad before,” Minnie said, blinking at the weapon, curious as to why she posed any threat.

“Oh, why thank you-”

“Oh, for gosh sakes, Horace!” One of the guards-women snapped, shoving Horace with one arm, her hair bouncing off her back as she moved. “You don't thank the enemy! That's how they'll get you!”

“Don't you tell me what to do, Clarabelle!” Horace stood up straight, his finger jabbing her chest. “If I'm gunna die today, then I'm gunna die as a gentleman, I tell you what!”

Minnie didn't have to see Ratface to know how hard he was rolling his eyes. “I'm sorry, I think there's been some sort of... misunderstanding? I'm not here to hurt anyone.”

“Oooh, I just bet!” Clarabelle whipped around so fast that her long hair smacked Horace in the face. “Let me tell you something, missy! I've been guardin' the Golden Kingdom from the Snow Queen's soldiers for years, and I ain't about to be fooled by no trick! Sure, you may not look like them, sound like them, or act like them, but that doesn't mean you ain't one of them!”

Horace paused, then scratched his head. “Uh, actually, Clarabelle... kinda sounds like that means she really ain't one of them! All the years we been here, the Snow Queen's soldiers never changed their tactics.”

It suddenly struck Minnie what they were really saying, and her eyes widened in shock. “You... all of you actually fight the Snow Queen? You've been doing that all this time?”

“A'course we do!” Clarabelle said proudly, slapping a hand to her heart. “Been a proud family tradition for years! What right she got, thinkin' she can forbid love? None, I tell you, none! So we stand guard here and fight off her soldiers who try to take away our loved ones!”

“Ain't actually stopped 'em from doin' so,” Horace admitted with a shaky wave of his hand. “But with every defeat we learn a new lesson, I say. We'll never give up on people we love.” Then, with an amused grin, he gently nudged Clarabelle's arm with his own. “Ain't that right, Clarabelle?”

Clarabelle blushed with a shy smile of her own, though her teasing nudge-back was hard enough to send Horace stumbling backwards. “Aw, Horace! This ain't somethin' you say in front of the...” However, she stopped herself from calling Minnie the enemy again, as even she could tell the enemy wouldn't look so... stunned.

For a brief moment, Minnie couldn't see or hear anyone. She stared into space with this new thought – people had been fighting the Snow Queen? It had never just been defiant Mickey? How many other lands took up arms to defend love? Was it just Minnie's homeland that merely...gave up? Did they ever even try otherwise? The idea of having options was so revolutionary that Minnie didn't know what to do with it.

Horace glanced at Clarabelle, who glanced back at him.

“I'm thinkin' maybe we should ask the Chief what to do.”

“I'm thinkin' you might be right about that.”

Cow and horse stepped back to the doors, and knocked on several of them in a musical pattern. In response, the smallest door opened, and a portly dog of a man began to push his way out. His clothes were equally plain as his men, as if he was no better or worse than them, save for a few shiny badges atop his shoulder. “Atten... HUT!” he called out, and every solider stopped what they were doing to turn and salute. “'Tis another glorious day in our kingdom, and I see all is well! So, pray tell, what needs me help?”

Horace saluted himself and wound up smacking his own face in the process. “Sir, Chief, sir! Sir, we spotted this possible intruder on our border, sir!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Clarabelle copied on the Chief's right side. “Sir, we sought your advice on how to handle this, sir!”

Ratface flicked Minnie's ear with his feather to bring her back to reality, and she shook her head hard, trying to remember everything. “Oh! I think they mean me, sir. Yes, sir?” She hesitated and then tried to copy their salute. “Sir, I would like to pass through your kingdom, if it's all right, sir.”

The Chief looked Minnie up and down without saying a word, his floppy cheeks swaying with him, the white in his hair showing shades of gray in the sunlight. When he was finished with his inspection, he placed one hand on Clarabelle's shoulder, and the other on Horace's. “You mean to tell me you thought this little girl was a danger to our entire kingdom?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” the duo chanted in unison.

The Chief sighed heavily, and then shoved the two together so that their foreheads smashed together. “Faith and begorrah, you daft fools! Lass doesn't even have on a pair of shoes! And you call yourselves guardians of our kingdom!”

“Sir, owwww, sir.”

“Sir, sorry, sir.”

The Chief muttered a few choice phrases to himself before approaching Minnie, a hand to his heart as he bowed. “Most sincere apologies, bonnie lass. I'm afraid my men are a bit on edge, can't even trust their own eyes. I'm Chief O'Hara, and if it's safe passage you want through our home, then you may have it.”

Relief ran through Minnie like a soft summer light, and she delicately began to step forward, her hands staying together. “Thank you ever so much, sir. My name is Minnie, and this is my friend Ratface.” Ratface huffed.

“Ah, a girl and her pet, what a good sight,” O'Hara mused, before taking a small biscuit out from one of his pockets. “Polly want a cracker, eh?”

It had been so long since Minnie had anything even remotely close to a laugh that when she abruptly snorted, she held her nose, confused as to what she just felt. The ghosts of giggles kept shaking inside her mouth, and it was the only thing keeping Ratface from biting off O'Hara's finger. “Well, all right, more for me, then.” The Chief popped the biscuit into his mouth and headed back to the doors. “Come along then, I'll be your guide.”

Minnie forced down the odd sensation, but just as she and O'Hara were about to pass through, Horace nervously rose his hand. “Sir, also, sir? Sir, if, well... if Donald shows up again... do we really have to put him through another test, sir?

“Sir, really, sir?” Clarabelle added with a look of sheer disdain. “Sir, we all know what's gunna happen, sir.”

“Now, now,” O'Hara wagged a reproachful finger at his subordinates, “We are a fair and honest group. So long as we need men, he may apply as many times as he wishes...” And then, he lowered his hand, mumbling to himself, “And as many times as our eardrums can stand it.” Pretending as if he said nothing, he straightened his back, and pushed open the door.

The Golden Kingdom certainly lived up to its name – absolutely everything was that color! The streets, the houses, even some of the food and smaller animals were colored in the same bright yellow. Thankfully it appeared the townsfolk had their options of colors when it came to dress, which preventing the entire scenery from being completely blinding. It was as yellow as Minnie's town as white – but that wasn't the difference that stayed with her. No, it was the people's faces – they weren't haggard and run-down, lost in exhaustion and weariness. They weren't all brimming with joy, but they were varied! Different! Emoting!

“Is the whole world like this?” Minnie asked softly, not really expecting an answer.

O'Hara raised an eyebrow at such an odd remark. “Oh, I'd say no place is ever exactly like any other. Be a rather dull world if that was the case, I think.” His eyes couldn't help but fall to her feet. “Lass... you may need to be on your way, but are you sure I can't get you a pair of shoes first? My wife, bless her heart, has way more than any woman needs.”

The offer was tempting, but the last person who attempted to clothe her had nearly turned her into a doll, so she was a tad resistant. “That's very kind of you, sir, but I really can't stay. I must get through here as quickly as possible.”

O'Hara frowned, displeased that he couldn't help, but he pushed it no further. “Very well, very well. If that be the case, then let us make haste. I can have you to the edge of the kingdom quite quickly... so long as we don't run into her.”

“Her?” Minnie asked, and she exchanged a questioning look at Ratface.

“~OOOOOOH~CHEEEEEIIIIIF~OOOOOOOHAAAAARAAAAAAAA~!”

O'Hara slapped a hand to his face and dragged it down slowly. “Speak of the devil.” In fact, it seemed everyone within a five mile radius was doing the exact same thing.

A carriage was riding up the yellow cobblestones, and naturally it too was almost garishly gold, with silver trimmings and lacy curtains on the side. The rider and his horse looked equally annoyed at the woman who continued to sing the Chief's name, along with interludes of “TRA LA LA LAAAA LA LA LAAAAA~!” Instead of riding in the carriage like a normal person, the singing lady was hanging off the doorway, arm and leg outstretched, ignoring or oblivious to the safety hazard she posed to herself. Her tight blue dress flapped wildly as the carriage rode on, navy ribbons tying up her fancy gloves and her fancy hair – golden ringlets that bounced off her cheeks. If she tilted any further, her bejeweled tiara would fall right off. She only stopped singing to give orders. “There he is, stop here, stop here!”

The rider and horse obeyed, and the rider popped out an earplug that wasn't up to the job. The lady hopped off the carriage door and walked on her tippy toes, where Minnie could see she was wearing dancing shoes with the same ribbons. “I have been looking all over for you, dear Chief! Where have you been?”

“At my post, my lady,” O'Hara replied after a respectful bow, fighting off the urge to pinch his temples. “As is my job.”

“No matter!” the woman decided with a flippant wave of her hand. “You're here now, so you can help me now! Spread the word – tonight, we shall be having another party at the castle, and everyone is to attend!”

Minnie nearly jumped at the sound of wide-spread groans all around, including from O'Hara. “Another one?! We just had one last night! We've been having them for weeks and weeks on end!”

“But we simply must have a party, Chief!” The woman was aghast at the idea of anything opposite, taking a step back. “Why, it's a special occasion!”

“What now?” The Chief asked, hands on his hips, leaning in. “We've had birthday parties for nearly everyone in the kingdom, a party for the opening of the dress store, a party for the good weather, we even had a party for Miss Clara repairing her wicker basket! What in the name of the angels could we possibly have left to celebrate?!”

The woman drew herself in, eyes darting all about, and she tugged anxiously at her gloves. “I, uh... well... there's... there must be, something special, happening somewhere...?”

“We can't afford to keep having these parties, my lady!” O'Hara insisted, though he at least tried to tone down his anger. “Please, think rationally! The money is going down the drain, and we can't afford to have our guards off duty when the Snow Queen could strike down at any time! You must think of your people... there is just nothing left to celebrate.”

The fancy-dressed woman continued to fidget, still trying to find an answer against all that logic. She bounced on her toes, beginning and ending sentences with “eh” “ah” “hm”, until she finally noticed Minnie – who felt like a mere audience member at the world's strangest play. “Oh? Who is this lovely girl?”

Minnie looked behind her until she realized that somehow she was the lovely girl. Chief O'Hara cleared his throat. “My lady... this one calls herself Minnie, along with her companion, Ratface. This here be our Golden Princess, Princess Daisy.”

While the last “royal” figure Minnie had met didn't seem one for etiquette, Minnie wanted to be fair to the person whose land she was traveling through, and so curtsied. “It is a pleasure to meet you, your royal highness.”

Daisy stared at Minnie, and she pulled out a thin blue fan from her sleeve, using it to point at Minnie's feet before fanning herself. “O'Hara. The girl doesn't have any shoes.”

Not wanting him to get in trouble, Minnie was quick to speak. “Oh, he offered, but I declined, your highness. You see, I really need to get through the kingdom as quickly as possible.”

Daisy propped the fan under her beak, an idea beginning to brew. “I haven't seen you around here before, and I pride myself on knowing everyone. You must be a newcomer... and we haven't had a traveler here in ages.” Her mouth split into a grin.

O'Hara jerked, hands outstretched. “My lady, don't you dare-”

“We MUST celebrate!” Daisy cheered, spinning in place. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! We will celebrate this dear girl's first day in the Golden Kingdom! It's a momentous occasion!”

Minnie looked around as if to make sure she was actually hearing this. While Ratface's taunts often seemed needlessly cruel, perhaps he had been a little too on the mark in this case. Ratface was in equal disbelief. “That's – that's really not necessary, there's nothing about me that's worth a party-”

“Nonsense, nonsense!” Daisy was suddenly invading Minnie's personal space, grabbing her hands and swaying them about. Ratface jumped off Minnie's shoulder and flew to the carriage to watch this strangeness unfold. “You are absolutely worth celebrating! We will have a grand and glorious time! This will be the day of Minnie!” She then pulled Minnie into a warm embrace, and waved off O'Hara. “Now, go, go, spread the word, all are invited!”

O'Hara inhaled as deeply as his lungs would allow before letting out the longest sight imaginable. “Yes, my lady...” Grumbles and moans echoed back and forth across the townsfolk.

“First things first,” Daisy then decided, giving Minnie a spin. “We must get you some shoes! I won't have you walk another step, you poor darling!” She then pointed her fan at the rider, who was tossing away his ear plugs. “Return to the castle and let everyone know about the party! Promptly at eight, of course, and everyone dressed to the nines! This is her first party here, and we must make it extra memorable!”

It was becoming clear to Minnie that she was having no say in this, so she may as well go along for the ride. However, Daisy did manage to bring up one thing of important note. “I've never been to a party before, anywhere.” She'd read about those wondrous things in books, but the books also said they were meant to make everyone happy – only Daisy seemed to like them.

“Never?” Daisy gasped, drawing Minnie even closer to her. “Never, ever, ever? Oh, then we must make this party ten times as special for you! But, again, first, shoes! To the cobbler!”

“How do I get there if I can't walk-” Today Minnie made another new noise in her mouth that she didn't recognize, a wiggled “Oooh?!” as Daisy triumphantly lifted Minnie into her arms and carried her as if she weighed no more than a sack of flour. Her eyes boggled, trying to find muscle in Daisy's dainty arms.

“No need to fret, darling dearest Minnie,” Daisy said as she began to walk, ever still tippy-toed. “All in the Golden Kingdom are required to train every day, lest the Snow Queen's soldiers come about to strike up a fight. Let us fetch you the cutest shoes you've ever seen, socks to match, and goodness gracious, I want to see you in something with silk!”

Minnie tilted her head back to see Ratface, who casually flew alongside them. Though they exchanged no verbal words, the look between their eyes was mutually understood.

It's killing you not to make fun of her, isn't it?

Shut up. Here I thought only your boy would carry you as a bride.

With Minnie unable to fight or make Daisy listen, she was whisked away to the cobbler, who was exasperated y the news of another party. Minnie was seated on a plush – yellow, of course – chair as the kindly old man measured her feet, then laid a brand new pair of fresh white socks on her lap.

Daisy flapped the fan on her face, analyzing Minnie all over again. “Colors, colors, colors... it must be so difficult for you to dress, you look like you'd match anything! Tell me, what would you like your shoes to be? Yellow is traditional, but, daresay, you could pull off purple.”

Minnie blinked at her, and then blinked at her several more times. She'd never been given an option about clothes before, so used to her family's hand-me-downs that she assumed she'd wear them even when old and gray. She first tried to dodge the question. “I don't have any way to repay you for this. I'm afraid all I have with me is some grass and vegetables.” And a valuable piece of jewelry, but Minnie wasn't going to part with that for anything.

“Repay me? Perish the thought. You're my honored guest.” Daisy lightly poked Minnie's nose with her fan. “The only thing I want from you is to have a good time at the party. Dance, and sing, and eat, and be merry! Make new friends! Find a special boy and take him into your arms!” She drew back her hand, eyes beginning to go distant. “Let him draw you away from the music so he can whisper sweet nothings into your ear... then go out into the balcony to see the stars and make a wish together...” Minnie began to doubt Daisy was really speaking to her anymore. “One more dance all by yourselves...”

“A-hem.” The cobbler cleared his throat. “The shoes, my lady?”

Daisy's eyes cleared up, rushing back to the present in full swing. “Eh? Ah? OH! Shoes. Shoes, yes!” She swiftly turned around and began to march up and down the aisles. “I should get a new pair myself while I'm here!”

As Daisy frittered away her choices, the cobbler shook his head, rubbing his aching back. “Sorry for all the trouble she's putting you in, miss,” he said, keeping his voice low. “She's not a bad girl... She just doesn't have her priorities in order anymore.”

Minnie lowered her head so she could return the whisper. “You mean she didn't use to be like this?”

“Mostly kept to the castle, she did, rarely came out to see us. Not that she was cold or mean... the King and Queen kept her inside at all times, 'fraid that the Snow Queen would someday snatch her away.” A pitiful sigh. “Irony, I tell you what. Two years ago, they were the ones taken away. Took a great toll on us all. But the princess did her best in their place, so she started leaving the castle to understand how things were run. Did a mighty fine job, if'fn you asked me.”

“So what changed?”

The old man shrugged. “Don't rightly know. I want to say it was about a month ago she began these parties... the first time was all right. It was to thank this brave young man for stopping a rotten family of muggers out to get her. Helped kick them right out of the kingdom. We all enjoyed that little shindig... it was a nice reminder of the happy things the Snow Queen can't take away from us. Then... she threw another one the next day. Then the next day. Over and over again, and she won't stop! We'll be bankrupt and sitting targets if this keeps up!”

Minnie chewed on her lower lip as she listened to the tale, eyes continuously going back to Daisy who sang a joyous melody as she chose a pair of silver heels for herself. No, she wasn't a bad person, Minnie decided, even if her experience with bad people was limited. Unlike Mother's backhanded praises, Daisy seemed to genuinely mean everything she said, even if she didn't think about it clearly. Minnie looked down at her lap, then put her head up. “She made me the guest of honor... maybe she'll listen to me. I could try to talk to her.” It might not be a success, but the idea of leaving these people without trying to help made her ill.

The cobbler's expression softened, and then he chuckled. “My thanks, good lady. Who knows? Maybe you'll have the angel's miracles on your side.”

There was that word again – angel. She'd been hearing a few times since she arrived in the Golden Kingdom, but was unfamiliar with the term. Maybe Ratface would know, if she could get a moment alone with him. Right now he was waiting outside, sitting on the roof, looking out for who knew what. Daisy bounced back to the two, twirling around in her new duds. “Oooh, these are the best ones yet! I'll pay you double – triple for these! No arguments, it shall be done.” The cobbler huffed, slightly bemused, as Daisy went on. “And what of you, Minnie? You never did answer me.”

If Minnie was going to get Daisy to listen, it seemed she would have no choice but to see this party through until the end. She fidgeted, hands on her lap. An actual choice about what to wear? Her heart was beating hard, nerves tingling. She didn't know excitement when it coursed through her blood. “Could... I mean... if it's no trouble... is red all right?”

Daisy gasped, hands clasped together. “Red... RED! Oh, of course, red! You were meant for red, you were born for red! No, what am I saying? Red was born for you! Red didn't exist until you came along! We must get you the reddest red to ever red!” She then turned on her heel and lightly began pushing the cobbler along. “Come, come! We will get the reddest, prettiest shoes for her adorable little feet! We haven't a moment to spare!”

Minnie was mostly grateful just to have shoes on again, no matter what the color, yet she couldn't deny a tinge of happiness that she was allowed to choose how it looked. Yet she only had them on for a handful of seconds before Daisy snatched her arm and dragged her away, because now she needed stockings! Now she needed gloves! Now she needed ribbons for her hair, not to mention six – no, seven – no, twelve dresses! She should have options and back-up options after all!

They only stopped shopping when Daisy was feeling peckish, and headed down to the bustling marketplace for a bite to eat. Minnie held onto Daisy's hand, afraid they'd be separated, and Daisy was more than happy to tug her along. All the lavish clothes had been sent to the castle for a “final prep-up” as Daisy called it, although Minnie kept the shoes on. Daisy hummed as she looked through the wares, unable to decide what to nibble on, and Minnie saw an opportunity since Daisy was, for once, not throwing money everywhere.

“May I ask you something, your highness?”

“Only if you call me by name,” Daisy said without turning back, balancing a fresh apple on her fan.

“All right... Daisy... Why do you keep throwing parties?”

The princess laughed, dropping a coin into the farmer's hand as she walked with her fruit. “Why? Because everyone loves parties! And happy people make for a happy kingdom.” Which meant she must have been ignoring the grimaces of the people around her who were grumbling about wanting to go to bed at a decent hour and finishing their late-night jobs. “Once you attend your first one, you'll know. Everyone's going to adore you, I can feel it.”

On sheer instinct, Minnie's lifelong ability to be blunt came out. “I don't think so. You're only being nice to me because I'm a reason to have a party, aren't you?”

At this point Daisy had bitten into the apple, but the words stabbed her so deeply that it fell off the fan and rolled along the ground until a peppy stray pup ran away with it. Even then, Daisy's jaw hung, bits of apple on her beak. When she found words, her typically sing-song voice was wrought with despair. “That's... that's not, true, I... I do like you, I...”

“But you don't know me,” Minnie said, although she began to feel guilty as she saw the agony in Daisy's eyes. It wasn't just about this truth – there was another truth behind them, and although Minnie couldn't fathom what it was, she could tell she was getting close. “How can you like me when you don't know anything about me? If I wasn't here, would you still have a party tonight?”

Some of the closer merchants, overhearing this incredibly awkward talk, began to shuffle away. Daisy's hands came together, wringing the fan, threatening to break it. She began to sniffle quietly, fighting back an urge to cry. “I... P-Please, I need to have this party...” Desperate, she grabbed Minnie's hands, pulling her close. “Please! Please... I'll give you anything you want, just... please let me have this party, I need...”

Of course, Minnie was going to ask again, why? But that's when she heard several loud sounds in succession.

First, a CRASH!

Then, a BANG!

Lastly, a YELL!

“WHY YOU DOGGONE STUBBORN LITTLE – I'LL RIP OFF YOUR FEATHERS AND STUFF 'EM INTO A PILLOW!”

That's when Ratface made an appearance, landing on Minnie's shoulder, gorging himself on a fat fish tail. A hand-drawn wagon raced down the pathway, one of the wheels broken, and a siding cracked in two, letting the rest of the fish fall onto the ground. The owner of the wagon, a young man with a bright yellow vest that made his dirty white feathers stick out all the more, was ranting at the top of his lungs about a tiny thief, oh how'd he catch him and cook him and use his bones as lawn ornaments. The man then tripped over a loose cobblestone, fell onto his face, the wagon ran him over, the wagon crashed into a wall, and the remains of the fish splattered onto the man.

Not a single member of the townsfolk appeared remotely surprised by these events. Instead, a few waved and passed with a communal, “Good afternoon, Donald.”

Minnie turned her head to glare at Ratface. “That wasn't nice.” Ratface made no comment.

Daisy, meanwhile, had perked up instantly, any tears in her eyes vanishing. “Donald! Oh, silly me, Sir Donald~! What a most pleasant afternoon it is, to see you out and about, hard at work!”

Donald managed to sit up, now covered in scales and slime. “Thanks, your highness... I think...” He pushed a fish off his beak, and then his anger was reignited when he saw Ratface upon Minnie's shoulder. “You! You lousy... nobody steals my cargo! I ought to pop you a new one!” He stood up in an attempt to do so, but began slipping on fish.

“Ah ah ah, careful there, dear Sir Donald,” Daisy cooed, catching Donald's hands and helping him to his feet. “I'll pay for the damages, don't you fret.”

“I really am sorry about what he's done.” Minnie frowned at Ratface, who didn't seem at all apologetic as he continued to eat. “My friend Ratface, he's really...” Ah, but she wasn't supposed to reveal he wasn't an average bird, wasn't she? “He's really...” She looked at Ratface, and one of those strange few feelings coursed inside her. “... He's really not a very bright bird.”

Ratface spat out the fish in shock, staring at Minnie, who calmly returned the look. “No, I'd say he's not a very smart bird at all. I mean, if he could talk, I'm sure he'd have some way of explaining himself. But he's not smart enough for that. It's a good thing he's pretty, though, isn't he?” She lightly stroked his beak with her finger.

Ratface's mouth hung open, torn between humiliation and – as reluctant as he would be to admit it – some respect.

Donald crossed his arms, but as he tapped his fingers, he began to cool down. “Well... he is a really dumb-looking bird. I guess if he's too stupid to know any better...” Minnie quickly went to clamp Ratface's beak with her hand, helping him resist the urge to claw Donald's face off. With that settled, he faced the princess. “And it's nice of you to offer, your highness-”

“Daaaisyyyy~” she corrected in song.

“... I can't let you keep paying for all my mistakes,” Donald finished. “My temper's my own problem. Maybe if I kept my cool...” He then airily gestured to the fish disaster around them.

“Oh, no.” Daisy clicked her tongue, drawing back a bit. “Don't tell me the guardsmen didn't let you pass the test again?”

Donald cleared his throat, tugging at his collar. “Um... on the plus side, this time I didn't insult anyone's mother.”

“It's not fair!” Daisy protested. “You would make an excellent guardsman! I'll tell Chief O'Hara to hire you right-”

“No, no, no!” Donald held out his hands, flailing slightly. “Daisy, don't! I want to get there on my own merits! You have your place,” he gestured far off, to the castle if Minnie had to guess, “And I have mine.” He opened his hands downward. “And that's where we have to stay. I don't want anyone thinking I got the job because I'm friends with royalty. You got that?”

“Right... right... of course...” Daisy's enthusiasm was falling, until she spotted Minnie out of the corner of her eye. “Where are my manners? Donald, this is Minnie, my new best friend!” she announced as she yanked Minnie in front of Donald.

“She is?” Donald asked.

“I am?” Minnie also asked.

“Minnie, Donald, Donald, Minnie.” Daisy wildly waved back and forth between them. “She's a new arrival to the Golden Kingdom, and she's never been to a party before! So, being the wonderful person that I am, I'm throwing a party in her honor!”

Donald's shoulders sank. “Another party? I barely recovered from last night's! My feet still ache from all those dances! And the guardsmen need to stay at the doors to protect us, not chomp down on a buffet! Do we really need another one?”

“Yes,” Daisy replied automatically. “Yes we do. Why, it would be rude not to! For Minnie's sake! Look at that cute face and tell her you don't want a party! You can't, can you? She's too adorable.”

Donald sucked the inside of his cheek, he and Minnie exchanging sympathetic gestures. “... Never? Not even for your birthday?” he finally asked.

Minnie tilted her head. “What's a birthday?”

Daisy's plan was temporarily forgotten due to sheer shock. “Oh my gosh. I am buying you twenty more dresses.” Then she remembered, shook her head, and focused her attention back on Donald. “You will come... won't you?”

Donald slumped forward – another fish fell out of his vest. “Okay... fine. Just for her. One more party, and that's it.”

“Oooh, goody goody!” Daisy clapped wildly, even doing another spin. “Of course you will, I never doubted you would, Sir Donald!”

“Yeah-huh.” Donald finally went back to his job, picking up the fish one by one. “Guess I better finish this quickly if I want to make it...”

“Let me help, help me help!”

As Daisy flounced from fish to fish, Ratface nudged Minnie's cheek. Since he was still on his self-imposed limit, he used both wings to point at Donald, then Daisy, then pressed his wings together. Minnie didn't get it. He did it again. She still stared without a clue. Ratface threw his wings up in frustration before kicking the satchel on Minnie's back, the jewelry inside jostling.

Minnie's eyes widened. “... Oooh. So you're saying...?” He nodded. “She feels...?” Nod. “So the reason is...?” Nod.

“I'm... going to have a difficult time leaving this place, aren't I?”

Big, big, big nod.

#fanfic #shattered #minnie mouse #daisy duck #donald duck #clarabelle cow #horace horsecollar

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lairep · 7 years ago

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Identity Be Damned

Ao3 Link || Other Works

So I couldn’t draw today (just got home, 11:40pm :c) so have this draft of an idea I came up with and wrote on my phone… on the bus home… while stuck in traffic. Maybe I’ll come back and rewrite it, but I wanted to post a thing. ; w; ok bye, enjoy?

“Oh, uh, hi! Adrien! It! Marinette! …I’m calling because I—BWAAH—!” There were loud sounds of things crashing on Marinette’s end that made Adrien hold his phone away from his ear for a while. He promptly returned it when he heard her give a really loud “OW!” followed by the sound of her phone bouncing on the ground.

“Are you alright, Marinette?”

There was a shuffle that sounded like her phone getting picked up. “Ohh, oww, oh my god, that’s, owwww. Am I bleeding? I’m bleeding, oh god.” Her voice sounded far away.

She was bleeding? What in the world happened?! Adrien looked at his phone in shock, feeling his soul leave him just a bit. Was his friend in danger? What was going on?!

He heard someone talk on the other line, so he placed the phone to his ear again. “—I-I think I stabbed myself, oww, oh god that hurts, call an ambulance—”

Adrien’s brain short-circuited at that point.

Marinette stabbed herself.

Marinette was bleeding.

He listened in horror as her voice faded to silence on the other line.

Marinette was dying.

“I’m coming, Princess!” he yelled into the phone. He could get there faster than any ambulance. He could get her to a hospital before it was too late. Identity be damned, he was going to save Marinette!

He all but tossed his phone onto his bed and screamed, “Plagg, claws out!”

“Alya, let’s not do this,” Marinette moaned into her Chat Noir plushie as Alya held her phone hostage in her hands, “remember the last time I tried calling Adrien on his phone?”

“How can I forget the one time my best friend palmed her crush’s phone?” Alya said with a smirk on her face.

“And yet here you are telling me to try again. What if it happens again?” Marinette stood up from her chaise and paced around, violently shaking the plushie in the air. “I can’t keep stealing his phone and erasing embarrassing messages I accidentally leave there! I’ll get caught! I’ll get put in jail! I’ll never get to see Adrien again!” She finished her spiel by tossing the Chat Noir plush to the other side of the room. It squeaked almost indignantly at the abuse and fell limply at the foot her desk. Groaning, she sat back down beside Alya, who wrapped an arm around her in a comforting gesture.

“Girl, it’s going to be different this time, I promise,” Alya said gently, rubbing a hand on her shoulder, “you’ve already learned your lesson for one, so no more improv. And it won’t be to voicemail this time, because we all know Adrien’s just going to be home relaxing tonight!”

“Right,” Marinette replied sarcastically, burying her face in her hands, “because I’m completely capable of not messing myself up in a live conversation with him. Face it, Alya, it’s hopeless.”

Her confidante was silent for a bit. Then, she heard the telltale tapping of fingers and the beeping of her phone, and she whipped her head up in horror. “Alya!” she screeched, reaching for her phone.

Alya danced away from her across the room, tapping on the phone with finality.

The faint ringing sound right afterwards chilled Marinette’s blood. She leaned against her desk, clutching at her chest. Alya didn’t.

“Better start getting hopeful, girl, because his phone is ringing.”

“Alya, I can’t believe—”

“Hello?” came Adrien’s voice from the other end of the line. Alya grinned, pressed to activate speaker mode, and tossed Marinette her phone.

Marinette squeaked and fumbled to catch it. She looked at her best friend in betrayal and mortification, holding the phone out as far away from her as possible.

Alya made shooing motions with her hands and jumped behind her chaise.

“Hello?” came Adrien’s voice again, this time tinged with uncertainty.

“Oh, uh, hi! Adrien! It! Marinette! Calling!” She heard Alya smack her head from behind the chaise, and Marinette, herself, cringed at how unnatural she sounded. She walked the length of her desk, trying to calm the furious beating of her heart.

“I’m calling because I—” her foot landed on something soft and squeaky, and she had enough time to look down at the Chat Noir plush she abused moments ago before her footing gave out from underneath her. She flew backwards, her phone flying from her hands. “BWAAH—!” She flailed and caught her arms on almost everything on her desk, including, but not limited to, her sewing supplies.

She let out a loud “OW!” of surprise when she felt one of her needles sink into her forearm and her butt meet the floor.

She vaguely registered Alya picking up her phone from the floor as she rubbed her butt. “Ohh, oww, oh my god, that’s, owwww.” She lifted her needled arm and flinched. “Am I bleeding? I’m bleeding, oh god.”

Alya, still holding her phone, approached her and made a face at her injury. “What happened, girl?” she asked worriedly.

“I-I think I stabbed myself,” Marinette replied, tone almost whining, as she held up her arm and poked at the needle, “oww, oh god that hurts, call an ambulance, it hurts to pull it out, Alya.”

Alya opened her mouth to reply, but Adrien’s voice suddenly came out of her phone, which they’ve both forgotten was still on call. “I’m coming, Princess!” he yelled and then the line went dead.

Marinette stared at her phone in Alya’s hands, something in her brain trying to reconcile with something. Because that was Adrien, right? But right then he sounded just like…

“Did he just call you ‘princess’?” Alya asked, interrupting her thoughts, also staring down at the phone in confusion.

Barely five minutes later, Chat Noir crashed through Marinette’s window.

“MARINETTE, I’M HERE!” he hollered.

Marinette, who was sitting with Alya on her chaise, a first-aid kit in between them, stared at the black clad superhero breathing heavily as he stood on the shards of her broken window.

“Ch-Chat Noir?” she spluttered, her eyes wide. At the sound of his name, he turned his head to her, and green eyes met blue.

“Princess!” he exclaimed, sounding both relieved and incredulous. He strode over to her, arms outstretched and eyes blown wide. He cupped her cheeks and looked at her up and down. “You’re okay?”

“I’m… okay,” Marinette replied slowly, the cogs in her head turning rapidly. Why was Chat Noir here? Why did Chat Noir break her window? Why was he acting like this?

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed out, gathering her in his arms and burying his face in her shoulder. Then he started babbling, “I thought you were dying! You were bleeding! Stabbed! I had to save you! I thought—”

And then it clicked.

“Adrien?!” Marinette and Alya screeched at the same time, startling Chat Noir. He backed away from Marinette and turned to look at Alya, looking almost horrified to see that she was there.

“Yeah, cat boy, I’m here too,” Alya said, and she actually sounded amused, “or should I say ‘Agreste’?”

“I… uhh…”

“Oh my god,” Marinette rasped, pressing her hands to her face. “Adrien Agreste is Chat Noir.”

“Looks like it, girl,” Alya supplied, nodding, a big grin on her face. “I told you so!”

Chat Noir looked at both girls back and forth, raising his arms. “I, uh,” he gulped at Marinette’s sudden death glare and Alya’s bemused smile. “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag?” he quipped half-heartedly.

Alya laughed good-naturedly, obviously really happy about how the whole thing was turning out, but Marinette growled so loud that Chat Noir took a step back in fear.

“I’m going to put you back in the bag in a minute,” she said menacingly, shooting up to her feet. Alya laughed even harder, doubling over and clutching at her stomach.

Gulping again, Chat Noir backed away towards the hole where the window used to be. His boots crunched against the shards he’d scattered across the floor. “Sorry, princess, but—”

“Marinette, Adrien calls you ‘princess’!” Alya howled through her laughter.

Marinette froze at that, her face blushing red, and Chat Noir took that one moment as an opportunity to escape. “Well, I gotta dash! Sorry about your window, bye!” And he vaulted out the window, thoroughly confused, mildly terrified… and suddenly, inexplicably, very attracted to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrienette #marichat #identity reveal #im sleepy actually #i hope you enjoy #yes #goodnight #lai writes

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sound--life · 7 years ago

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Buckle up, losers, it’s STORY TIME.

So a lot of people who know me know that I give blood regularly. I’m O-negative, and since with great power comes great responsibility, I go as soon as I’m eligible again – every 8 weeks exactly. Like, the staff there all knows my name and that sometimes I need a second finger prick to get my hemoglobin over 12.5 and all that fun stuff. Today was the 8 week mark, so in I go for my 2:00 appointment.

During the mini-physical, Phleb A, one of my regular ladies, asks if I’d be okay with letting one of their trainees get some practice by sticking me, since I’m a regular and they know I tend to be pretty chill with the whole process. I say sure – everyone starts somewhere, and I have nowhere else to go all day, so I’m not in any hurry. So we do my second finger prick (12.2 on the first, 12.9 on the second), and I go out to voluntarily let them stick a big needle in my arm and steal my blood.

I notice right away that Trainee is either 1. nervous as fuck, 2. terrified of women, or 3. both. I lie down and immediately after saying hi to me, he drops the pressure cuff in his own foot and moans, “Owwww.” He doesn’t look at my face at all and just does his stuff with his gloves and their little tablet thing and the supplies, all while Phleb A stands there observing, clearly looking like she has more faith that I would be able to stick myself than he would. Trainee puts the pressure cuff on my usual donating arm, the right one, and immediately I’m thinking, “Ummm it’s kinda wonky and loose, but maybe he’ll fix it?”

Narrator: He did not fix it.

So he finds my usual vein no problem his fingers, cleans the area, and takes like 43 years to set up his supplies and the machine. And the time comes for the stick AAAAAND the needle goes in…! No blood flow. Boy missed the damn vein, and he just goes, “Huh, that’s weird.” Bruh. Phleb A comes over and says she’s gonna try moving the needle a little to actually poke the vein, which proves to be unsuccessful. So she calls over Phleb B, who is a literal angel who always calls me sweetie and asks if I’m doing good. Phleb B tries for a couple minutes to move the needle (all of this without actually taking it out of my arm, mind you), but again, no success. The ladies keep asking if I’m okay, since I imagine a lot of people would be a little freaked out at this part, but I’m like, “No, I'm okay. It IS a little weird to see a needle being moved around under my skin though.” Through the whole process, Trainee just stands there not saying anything. Eventually he sees my shirt and says, “You like Zelda?”

BRUH.

The two lady phlebs say they’re gonna take out the needle and ask me if I want to try the left arm. I’m like, “Ummm my iron was high enough, hell yeah we’re trying the other arm!” So they let Trainee take out the needle and put on the bandaids, which he does well! Phleb A brings over a little ice pack and says it’s for my arm to try and reduce the chance of bruising and possible hematoma. She sets it down while she shows Trainee how to fill out the info on their tablet about the process and the ice and the retry and whatnot, and then lets him wrap my arm. Trainee IGNORES THE ICE and wraps my arm one time with their fancy medical tape.

Phleb A: Where’s the ice. Trainee: *points* Right there. Phleb A, slowly: Well put it on her arm. Trainee: *picks up ice pack and places it on top of the wrap* Phleb A: 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Trainee wraps tape around the ice once to keep it in place. Phleb A moves to my left arm, and within 10 minutes, she finds the vein, sticks me painlessly, and I complete the donation. During the donation, the ice pack falls off because Trainee wrapped it so badly, so Phleb A comes over to fix it and wrap it correctly. Trainee is allowed to apply the bandaids to my left arm, which he does poorly – later, I will use my own stash of bandaids and fix it in my car. I get my snacks and water and 2 Target gift cards, chill for 15 minutes while Phleb B dotes on me, make another appointment for 8 weeks, and go on my way. Then I held the door for a UPS guy at the bank, and their damn window radiator/vent was like 400 degrees and burned my ankle.

I’m not mad or upset or anything – mostly amused that I can never have a calm donation day. One time *I* had to give a donor directions to Chicago via the clinic phone. Another time a girl fainted. I DID learn today from Phleb A, though, that I am negative for the CMV virus. That, combined with the fact that I’m O-negative, means I’m part of the tiny group of people whose blood is allowed to be used in hospitals’ neonatal units and given to babies! So that’s kinda neat.

I hope you enjoyed this shitshow!

#blood donation #blood #needles

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shewhowantsmouseears · 6 years ago

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mermaid/siren duck au

listen i’ve spent the last 3 days thinking about this nonsense so i’m sharing it. also i know i’m combining mermaids and sirens but it’s my AU so I’m going to have fun, dammit.

enjoy some donald/daisy, magicstone, drake/morgana and other couples.

it got ridiculously long, so, under a cut.

it opens with Donald having been stuck on a pirate ship for about a month now. He was snatched off the streets with the pirates having no idea who he was, more like “free slave, whoo!” and donald hasn’t told them either - he doesn’t want his family to get hurt, nor does he think rich uncle Scrooge will pay a penny for any ransom. So he’s been forced to help work and steal for them, which is where our story begins. After the latest pillage, Donald has to take the last rowboat back to the ship with a treasure chest. He grumbles, this rowboat is old and rickety, with plenty of splinters. All the other pirates are far ahead, so he’s by his lonesome as he rows. That’s when he hears...

~*~

“My jolly sailor bold....”

Donald blinked, blinked twice, blinked three times, and sure enough he heard a woman singing. By all logic that shouldn't be happening, as he was so far away from shore he couldn't even see the beach. So where was that music coming from? He then laughed to himself, and it sounded more nervous than he meant it to be. “Maybe it's a mermaid.” As if mermaids existed! And even if they did, surely they wouldn't come for a scrawny loser like himself, no sir! So, of course, there was no mermaid near him!

“My heart is pieced by Cupid...”

… So where the hell was that coming from?! Donald gripped the oars tightly, trying to row faster because, dammit it all, he was not going to drown by something that existed in fairy tales!!! He couldn't be too far from the ship, right? As long as he kept rowing, everything would be fine, and he wouldn't have to listen to this music! This... nice... soft... music...

“I disdain all glittering gold...”

All the tense muscles inside of Donald began to relax, and his panicked rowing began to slow down. For something that was surely made-up and absolutely didn't exist, it was rather... soothing... would it really be so bad, to listen for a minute more...? His head felt heavy, and he tilted to his left, a blissful smile crawling along his beak. Getting back to the ship didn't seem so important now. In fact, nothing seemed important anymore. Nothing mattered but hearing that lovely music... Which was now far closer than it had been a moment ago.

“There is nothing can console me...” He didn't hear the sound of moving water behind him. “But my jolly sailor bold.”

But boy oh boy did he feel a pair of wet warms tenderly wrapping around his chest from behind. It momentarily snapped him out of his stupor, and OH GOD OH NO OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO – he stuck a hand in his mouth to keep the scream out, because if he was going to die, he wasn't going to die screaming like a little girl! But he could shiver and tremble like a little girl, he had no issues with that.

The delightfully feminine voice giggled, her slightly webbed fingers over his racing heart. “What is my darling sailor doing out here all by his lonesome?”

“Aside from having so many regrets in his life?” Donald replied, mostly to himself. From his childhood, he could recall two legends of mermaids. One was the nice version, where she pined for a prince and couldn't win his love so she turned into foam. The other was the not-so-nice version, where they lured sailors to their death. He had a feeling this wasn't the nice version. “If, uh, if you don't mind, I have someplace I need to be...” Preferably alive.

“Why are you so eager to go?” She whispered kindly to his ear, the cold air sending a chill down his spine. She hummed a few bars, and he could feel his mind starting to slip again. “My darling sailor, come with me, I'll make you so happy. Let me take a look at you.” His body was easy to move, and she turned him around – to find his eyes shut tightly. She raised her eyebrows, surprised. “... What are you doing?”

“Oh-ho-ho, I know how this works!” Donald hoped his voice sounded confident when he was scared out of his mind. “If you're as beautiful as your voice is, then the minute I look at you, I'm a goner. I am not falling for that!” Sure, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but whoever heard of an ugly mermaid?!

The woman paused for a second, and then she giggled again, amused. “Such a clever one, my darling sailor. But I want so much to see your pretty eyes. And... you want to see my face, don't you?” She hummed again, her breath on his ear, and he knew if he opened his eyes now he'd be gazing directly into hers. “You want to see me, don't you, my pretty one?”

Oh, oh yes, he wanted so much to see her, more than anything – NO, NO – Now that he was aware of what she was doing to his head, he could at least try to resist, but every passing second made that more difficult. She didn't relent, whispering sweet love to him, and oh yessss he wanted to see her, wanted to do anything she asked of him, wanted to be with her, wanted to love her, oh yes, such honey and warmth and -

BONK!

And when you don't have control of your oars, they have a tendency to smack you in the head, especially when your luck was as bad as Donald's. “OW! Why you rotten little, why I oughta...” Unfortunately, much like most people do when they encounter pain, his eyes opened.

And she was gorgeous. Slim and alluring, short white hair that brushed over her shoulders, violet scales running down in lines on her arms, and worst, worst, worst of all were those damning lavender eyes. “Oh, crud,” he muttered. “Of course she's a knock-out.”

The woman smiled, her fingers finding Donald's shoulders, her long nails lightly pressing into his tattered clothes. “There you are,” she said teasingly, “And such lovely eyes you have, my darling sailor. Yes, they're the most beautiful ones I've seen in ages... so pure and full of sweetness. You're going to be a delicious treat, I can tell.”

This should have scared Donald to high heaven, but her eyes had a stronger effect than her voice. He couldn't look away, and just as important, he didn't want to look away. “A-huh,” he mumbled numbly, feeling himself being pulled closer to her and the water. “I'll be... I'll be anything you want me to be...” He'd do anything for her, as long as he could looking at her, looking at those eyes, it was if he was born only to look at her, existed solely for her...

“You want to come with me now, don't you?” She cooed, and he nodded. “Come with me, we'll be together forever.”

“Together... forever...” And that would have been paradise, and he moved his foot onto... a giant splinter. “OWWWW, WHY, WHY, WHY AGAIN?!” He howled, hopping up and down on the ship while holding his injured foot. “I HATE THIS BOAT, WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GOTTA GIVE ME THE CRUDDY BOAT?!” But once he yanked the painful splinter out of his foot, he remembered the dangerous position he was in. He glanced over, seeing the rather peeved mermaid tapping her nails on the ship's edge.

“I'm getting rather impatient, darling sailor.” She warned, one eyebrow raised.

Donald knew any second now she would use her combo of voice and eyes to trap him again, and he backed up, feeling the treasure chest – an idea struck him! “Waitwaitwait!” He flailed one arm, using the other to point to the chest. “How about, instead of eating me, I gave you this treasure? We just robbed a noblewoman, there's lots of jewelry and gold and stuff in here!” He shoved the top off, revealing the glittering booty. “Take whatever you want, take all of it!” Sure, the captain would be mad enough to kill him, but...

… Well. This was one of those “stuck between a rock and a hard situation” deals, wasn't it?

The mermaid paused, contemplating the offer. She mulled this over, strumming her fingers on the boat. After a moment or two, she made a decision. “Very well. Let's make a deal. You'll choose one gift for me, and if I like it, I'll leave you be.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Donald leaned on the edge of the boat, grateful that for once in his life, he'd caught a break.

“However...” Now she was instantly in front of him once more, her soft hands on his cheeks, yanking him in hard so he got a good eyeful of her. “If you chose wrong... you'll come with me, and be mine forever. Understand?”

In seconds he was mush again, chuckling stupidly, wanting to go with her right that second. “Yours, forever, and ever, and ev-TREASURE YES!” He managed to break free for a second, but it was all he needed, slamming his body into the treasure chest and digging frantically through it. How was he supposed to know which item would be perfect for her? If he did his best and got it wrong, he was fish food! And he had so much to live for! Like... uh... “This is a fine time to learn my life has no meaning.” He slapped himself and resumed searching. As he dug, it all seemed hopeless, until one piece caught his eye, and with it, an idea. “A-ha! Got it!”

Donald cupped the life-saving trinket in his palm and knelt down in the boat to offer it to the woman. “At first, I was thinking a ring, but that wouldn't work with webbed fingers, right?” he explained as he looked at her – and no longer saw that urge to jump over and do her bidding. He pondered if she could make her eyes turn off or on whenever she pleased. “But this necklace will work perfectly!” He turned it around for her to see, an amethyst stone smoothed down into a flat circle. “See, the chain is small enough so it won't strain your neck, and this material won't rust in the water! And the stone is heavy enough so it won't bob up and down in the water. And the colors match you, see, purple and white, just like you!” He babbled on about the advantages of such a trinket for a mermaid, oblivious to her shocked face.

Once he was satisfied with what he said, he reached to gently tie the necklace around her throat, and then pulled back, waiting for her approval. “All right, so, uh, what do you think?”

The mermaid said nothing right away, rubbing her thumb over the stone. Eventually she lifted her head, and this smile was less predatory. “I accept it. You've made a very good choice, pretty one.”

“Thaaat's a relief!” Donald slumped forward, his arms and head hanging over the side of the boat. Maybe now his heart would stop pounding so hard. “Thank you for... not eating me.”

“It is a pity.” She sighed, letting the stone rest on her body. “You would have been so delicious.” She then lifted her eyes. “What is your name, darling sailor?”

Donald was surprised to hear her ask, and even pointed at himself, just to be sure. “Huh?” Well, he supposed a mermaid learning his real identity would do little harm. “Name's Donald, Donald Duck.”

“Well, then, Donald, thank you for this gift.” But before Donald could say he was welcome, her lips found his cheek, and after a kiss that seemed sweet and sugar, she purred, “Be careful, darling sailor... for if I see you again, I will definitely make you mine. That's a promise.” Her nails playfully scratched the underside of his beak, and then she splashed into the water, vanishing.

Donald slowly sat back into the boat, trying to understand what the hell happened in those last five minutes. No one on the ship would believe him. Shoot, did he even believe it?

~*~

Donald manages to return to the boat without anymore mishaps, and tells the pirates what happened, but no one believes him... except the wicked captain. Who needs gold when they can capture a priceless mermaid? He decides to use Donald as bait, but Donald refuses – too bad Donald doesn't have much of a choice. The next night he's tied up and sent back out on the same rowboat, with Donald telling himself that surely the mermaid won't come back for him since there's other handsome guys out there for – jolly sailor bold – OH COME ON!!! Yep, it's her again, but when she tries to get up, Donald violently shoves her out of the way, telling her that the pirates are after her!

Indeed, the captain's been watching and sends his men out to their boats to capture her, his gun aimed at donald from the master ship. He's more than willing to shoot Donald dead if he doesn't cooperate, but Donald refuses, trying to urge the girl to leave. She silently looks at the ropes holding him, then at the pirates, and simply says “I'll take care of this.” She dives under... and then... MASSIVE KRAKEN BREAKS THE MASTER SHIP IN TWO goodbye pirates. Donald's jaw drops, and when the girl pops up again he says WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU JUST DO THAT ALL THE TIME??? Because that's no fun, she replies as she unties him.

He thanks her for saving him – and with those pirates gone, he can try to sail home! But... he has no treasure this time, crap, what can he give her her??? She smiles and tells him her name, Daisy, and gives him a kiss – and also places a spell on him, without him knowing. She has him promise to come to her again, and then swims off, much to his confusion. Oh well, time to go home! His family lives (and technically owns) an island, where he's reunited with the family. Everyone's happy to see him, and he's happy to see everyone... until he hugs his twin sister Della, and he gets a nasty electric shock. Turns out the spell was to hurt Donald every time he touches another woman. GODDAMMIT DAISY -

Donald begs and pleads with Scrooge to give him a piece of treasure so he can convince Daisy to undo the spell, but naturally the miser won't hear of it (until Della yells I HAVE NOT SEEN MY BROTHER IN OVER A MONTH AND NOW I CAN'T HUG HIM YOU GIVE HIM WHATEVER HE NEEDS YOU SON OF A BITCH) and so off Donald goes to the water again. Yes, Daisy appears, and he demands the spell be taken off. She says she didn't think he'd come back to her otherwise, but Donald says a sailor always keeps his promises, and he will definitely see her again SO KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF. Daisy undoes the spell.

Days later, the family is having a “welcome back” party for Donald, but not many people believe Donald's story, save for Scrooge and Della. Della says he should try living it up now, since he had a second chance at live – like, hey! That beautiful girl is giving you 'the eyes', go say hi! Donald, stunned that any beautiful woman would want him, turns to see and DAISY HAS LEGS?! Wait, wait, maybe it's just a coincidence... Donald approaches... “Hello, darling sailor~” OH FUCK ME IT IS HER. Donald stares, and then panics, scooping her up into his arms and running out to the gardens with her. (Della: ALL RIGHT, BRO, GO FOR IT!!!)

Turns out Donald panicked because he thought Daisy was in extreme pain – like, in the fairy tale??? The little mermaid's feet hurt like cut glass whenever she walks??? Are you okay??? But Daisy laughs it off, she's totally okay. In fact, any mermaid can turn into a 'human' whenever they want, but their magic decreases considerably. But she wanted to see him again, and Donald still doesn't really get why, but, hey, if it makes her happy. And so, she lives with him, and they live happily ever after HA YOU THOUGHT SO, BUT NOT!!!

Cousin Gladstone, extra smarmy and slimy in this verse, is APPALLED that Donald get this babe out of nowhere. Even worse, when Gladstone tries to make a move on Daisy, she calmly grabs him by the face, inspects him, and then lets him go. “You'd taste disgusting.” HE IS OFFENDED AND CONFUSED. Scrooge is also having issues – his business ships have been attacked by kraken, the gold on them being stolen! Suspicion immediately falls on Daisy, but Donald defends her, knowing she has no reason to do it! And Daisy admits that she relinquished control of the kraken when she became human.

Donald asks if Daisy could try to control it again to stop what's going on, and she agrees, because he's her darling sailor~ So Scrooge, Daisy, Donald, Della all head out to sea... and Gladstone is dragged along as well because he needs to learn how to work, dammit. But Gladstone throws a hissy fit and locks himself in his room on the ship. And at sea, they are indeed attacked by the kraken! Daisy hangs onto the railing, trying to command it to stop, but whoever has it now has more power than she does. It's another mermaid, this one by the name of Magica De Spell! Daisy demands she stop, but Magica wants the gold for her magic spells. Why should Daisy care? “Because my darling sailor wants it.” Magica scoffs – Daisy doesn't think they're actually in love, does she??? Humans are food, end of story, any “love” they have is fabricated by their spells. Why, she could steal him away easily with her song!

~*~

It occurred to Donald then he had never seen Daisy angry, actually angry, until now. And boy howdy was she angry – her veins seemed to pop up in her skin, her fangs glistened in the moonlight, and the wave of magic that surrounded her crackled like hot electricity. “You... you would dare...” Her voice snarled, primal and threatening, her fingers bending the steel railing beneath her. “You would dare... try to take... MY DARLING SAILOR?!”

“I think she likes you,” Della quipped.

“Kind of getting that idea, yes.” Donald replied. Any further sarcasm would have to wait, because he knew what was coming. “Everyone, plug your ears, as tightly as you can!” Della and Scrooge immediately clamped their hands over their ears, Scrooge's flintlock pistol dropping to the floor. As expected, the woman in the water began to sing, her voice darker and more sinister than Daisy's, but still beautiful and captivating. Della fell to one knee, and Scrooge shook harshly, but Donald – strangely, Donald didn't feel anything. Was it because he heard Daisy's song before? He had no clue. The ship was then rocked again, the kraken slapping it hard with one of its many tentacles, trying to make the crew listen to his mistress. Daisy held her hand out, trying to will the kraken to her.

Inside the small cabin room, Gladstone fell onto the floor, although he was on his feet in seconds. “All right, who keeps interrupting my beauty sleep?!” He stomped to his door and slammed it open. “Excuse me, SOME of us are trying to...”

Come here, my sweet one, come here to me, for I am everything that you want in the sea...

… Ooooh. That was... niiice...

Donald dropped his hands, still confused as to why he wasn't affected, but he certainly wasn't complaining. But if he was free, then maybe he could help! “We've got this!” He said with pride... until he saw his cousin speeding past him as fast as his little legs could take him. “... We don't got this.” He chased after Gladstone, trying to grab him. “What are you doing?!”

“She's calling for me!” Gladstone yelled, his voice giddy and hysteric, aiming for the ship's railing. “She wants me! I have to go to her, I have to!” Oh gods, was there anything as wonderful as this? He'd never been filled with such desire before! It was destiny, a call from a goddess! He grabbed the railing, trying to jump over.

Donald jacked his arms under Gladstone's armpits, trying to drag him back. “Don't be stupid, it's a spell! Gladstone, listen to me! It's a trick!” Oh, sure, now Gladstone believed mermaids were real! Were was this idiot's good luck?!

“SHE'S CALLING ME!” Gladstone refused to hear otherwise, barely acknowledging Donald's presence, only seeing him as some force preventing him from getting to HER!!! He needed her, needed her now, needed her more than air and life! He'd give her everything she wanted, so long as he could be with her!

“Gladstone, will you just-” But the kraken struck again, and this time the force on the ship was so hard Donald was sent falling backwards – he heard a splash, and saw that his arms were empty. “... I need to emphasize that was not my fault.”

Magica, meanwhile, only paused in her own singing to gloat at Daisy's failure. “Your magic's nowhere near enough to beat me!” She failed to hear the very speedy swimming headed her way. “I'll have the kraen destroy all of you! There's nothing that can get in my way-”

“I LOVE YOU!” Gladstone interrupted extremely nosily, tackling Magica in the water. “I love you I love you I love youuuuuu!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Magica snapped, trying to push Gladstone off as he clawed eagerly for her. “Get off me, you fool!” Magica's voice was very powerful, powerful enough to keep a man captured even when she had stopped – including when she wanted him to get away. “Knock it off! I'm trying to do an evil monologue here!” But no matter how hard she smacked him, he refused to let her go, eyes delirious and mouth rambling about how much he loved her.

Donald rejoined his family as they watched over the railing. “If that was anyone else, I'd find this kinda funny.”

“It's a little funny now.” Della conceded.

“Well, yeah, but I didn't wanna be rude.”

Scrooge didn't find this as enjoyable. “Gladstone! Get off that woman and get back here this instant!”

Daisy's eyes widened as she came to a sudden realization, and she grabbed a fistful of Scrooge's sleeve. “Wait, stop!”

But Scrooge didn't stop. “I said get back here, nephew!”

Magica froze, hearing that special word. She slowly turned her head to the family, and a devious smirk graced her lips. “Nephew?” She repeated, her own fangs showing. “So this little fool is yours?”

“Uh-oh.” Scrooge, Della, and Donald gulped at the same time.

Uh-oh was right. Magica reared her head back and let out a nasty laugh, snapping her fingers. The kraken obeyed, using one of its tentacles to raise its mistress and Gladstone up like a raised seat, so now everyone could see them perfectly. Now that she could sit, Magica stroked Gladstone's hair, letting out a pleased sigh. “Well now... that certainly changes things, now doesn't it?”

Things were going from bad to worse. “Let him go, Magica!” Donald barked, amazed he could be so afraid for his annoying cousin's safety. “He's got nothing to do with this!”

“Oh, on the contrary. I'd say now he has plenty to do with our... conversation.” Once she made herself comfortable, Magica pulled Gladstone into her arms, letting him gaze into her dark, hypnotic eyes. “You're going to be a good fool and listen to whatever I say.”

“Yes...” Gladstone agreed happily, nuzzling his beak to hers in bliss. “I'll listen to everything you say... I want to listen to you...”

“Good boy.” She nestled his head to her chest, letting him kiss her arm and shoulder. “Let's make this simple for everyone. Either you hand over all the treasure you have on that ship, or...” She cupped Gladstone's cheeks. “I'll take my little fool with me to the sea, forever.”

“Yes, take me, take me forever,” Gladstone merrily moaned, pressing his forehead to hers.

Scrooge ground his teeth, his blood boiling. “How do I know you won't hurt him even if I do give you the gold? For all I know, you could keep him around and take all my ships!”

“STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!” Donald had to be restrained by Della so he wouldn't smack his uncle. What were they going to do? There was no way Gladstone would break out of the spell by his own free will. Donald had only managed to snap out on his own by pain – his eyes widened, and he saw the fallen pistol. He jumped out of his sister's arms and snatched the weapon up. “We're not done yet!”

Della stared, aghast. “What do you think you're doing?!”

“I know two things in this world!” Donald announced, holding up the pistol with both hands. “Uncle Scrooge never cleans this thing-”

“Costs too much!” Scrooge insisted.

“-And I've got really lousy aim!”

~*~

And Donald fires, missing Gladstone and Magica and hitting the kranken instead – but the unclean gun makes the gunpower blow, burning Gladstone's hand hard, breaking him out of the spell. Magica tries to force him back under, but with her distracted, Daisy finally regains enough control of the kraken to make it obey one command – leave all of Scrooge's ships alone! But that drains a lot of her magic, making her faint. The kraken leaves, dumping Magica and Gladstone. Magica swims off, swearing revenge, and Gladstone is left wondering the fuck just happened.

The group returns home, and Scrooge does have to explain what happened. He gives a bare-bones version... which Gladstone takes over, making himself the hero, much to Donald's aggravation. As for Daisy, when she wakes up, Donald is at her side, having been worried. Awww. Maybe a happily – NOPE STILL NO. Weeks later, Scrooge discovers someone has been stealing from his vault, but no one knows who. Again, he blames Daisy, and again, Donald defends her. As everyone tries to puzzle it out, Gladstone's been looking more exhausted every day...

… As it turns out, Magica still has her hooks in him. By day, he can ignore her, but at night, she completely takes control, making him steal. He even tries to handcuff himself to his bedpost to prevent it, but she makes him unlock it, her voice stuck in his head even when they're miles away. Every night he takes what he can and sneaks out to the shore where Magica is waiting for him. He begs her to let him go, but she laughs – why let go of such a loyal servant? She also points out that her spell wouldn't be so strong if a part of him didn't want to obey her.

Turns out Gladdy's got some serious self-loathing issues, believing everyone hates him and no one trusts him. But he knows Magica trusts him, as sick as it is, and so the spell works twice as hard. But she promises once she's eventually done with him, she'll take him into the water as a sweet, delicious meal, so he can belong to her forever. One night as he's out to meet her, he's assaulted by robbers who have caught on that he's been stealing from Scrooge, though they don't know why. As Magica watches from the water, it's clear Gladstone could use her as a distraction and get away... but doesn't do so. He refuses to hand over the treasure, and gets stabbed deeply as a result.

Magica still has some control over the kraken, which beats the shit out of the robbers for daring to hurt her little fool. She holds him, asking why he didn't point her out, and he replies that he just didn't want her to hate him like everyone else does. Magica reluctantly uses her magic to heal him, at the cost of her power over him. Gladstone is sent home, and he blames all the stolen stuff on the robbers. As he heads out, he sees MAGICA WITH LEGS. She still plans to rob Scrooge blind, and it turns out she still has some hold over Gladstone, albeit much weaker than before. Gladstone, amused, scoffs that maybe she has a spell on him, but if she made that much effort and gave up so much power to come on land, then he's certainly put a spell on her.

Jump to a month, with cousin Fethry home to see his family after traveling for a while. Boy, his cousins have some strange girlfriends, but they seem happy enough. As he mills about in the martketplace, oh no, that wagon's gone loose, and it's gunna hit that girl! He manages to push her out of the way, although his arm gets cut in the process, ew blood. The girl's a blonde beauty with big glasses named Gloria, with a timid voice and a shy gaze. She's shocked that he got hurt but to him it's no biggie. She's new to the island, and gosh, he'd love to give her a tour! She's kind, she's nice, she loves plants and animals he's pretty much a smitten kitten. The following day he asks Donald and Gladstone, gee, how did you get your girlfriends to like you?

… DO WE TELL HIM THEY'RE ACTUALLY MERMAIDS THAT TRIED TO EAT US? Noooo we do not tell him that!!! As they bicker over what to do, Fethry just up and asks Daisy what she likes about Donald, and she replies his eyes were pure and gentle, and she knew he was the one. Fethry takes that to mean to just be himself! Thanks, miss! He meets up with Gloria again, but when she trips and falls, her glasses come off. He picks them up, she shrieks for him “not to look”, but of course when someone says that you're gunna look, and he does, at her. He's suddenly entranced, and feels an intense desire to kiss her, until he hears one of his cousins calling for him. Gloria snatches her glasses and runs away sobbing.

Fethry blinks... WHAT WAS I JUST ABOUT TO DO??? He has no idea he was placed under a spell and just puts it under stupid male hormones, blaming himself for making Gloria upset. But it turns out she wasn't upset at him – she's actually being threatened by a “higher power” to infiltrate the Duck family and get Scrooge's treasure. Her voice has no power, but her eyes make up for it, hence the glasses. She can't turn away the “higher power” or else she'll be harmed, and thus, 'makes up' with Fethry so she can invited to the big household. Once inside, she separates in a crowd, locating Scrooge. She tries to seduce him with her eyes, but ultimately can't go through with it because she loves Fethry too much. She breaks down sobbing, admitting what's going on, and the “higher power” tries to take control over her body to kill her.

Daisy and Magica arrive on the scene to help (Daisy for her darling sailor, and Magica just because this is a pain in the butt), using what's left of their magic to help her break free, and Fethry's true love nonsense finally undoing it. Yay! But Scrooge has had enough of these goddamn shenanigans!!! One mermaid, he could believe, but three??? That's not a coincidence, someone is after his family! Daisy says no, but Magica and Gloria admit that the all-powerful Mermaid Queen sent them. The Mermaid Queen is the supreme ruler of the mermaids, and is probably after Scrooge's treasure because gold/silver/the like can be used to increase the power of magic spells. She's so strong she can even affect Gloria, Magica and Daisy, and if she wants to, she can come after any of them! There is only one man who has ever known to have faced the Mermaid Queen and lived... Darkwing Dubloon!

Scrooge sends an invitation to the King and Queen, as rumors say that whenever they're around, DD is sure to follow. Indeed, Drake Mallard, humble servant, and his daughter, less than humble Gosalyn, arrive as well. The local children (huey, dewey, louie, webby, lena) love Gosalyn's stories about the famous DD, but Lenna is consistently annoyed that Gosalyn takes up all of Webby's attention. Not only that, Lena's been getting some weird headaches lately...

DD meets up with Scrooge and the others, and admits that... he actually doesn't exactly remember the fight with the Mermaid Queen. Once during a bad storm he fell overboard, and after that, he only has the vaguest details – he knows he was with the Mermaid Queen, but for the life of him he has no idea what she looks/sounds like or how he even managed to get away. All he knows is that he thinks he snatched away a blue pendant that he now wears around his neck, and he assumes it belonged to her. Also, at one point, his ship vanished while he and his crew were off it. Weird!

The mermaids inspect the pendant, and suspect that it's a powerful magical artifact that will give any mermaid untold power. Maybe if they return it to the Mermaid Queen, she'll leave Scrooge alone? But how do they find her? They decide to hold a strategy meeting on DD's latest ship ( they=DD, Don, Daisy, Glad, Magica, Scrooge, Della, and the kids stowing away because this is so cool???) But as they plot, the ship is attacked by, you guessed, it, kraken! Magica swears it wasn't her – to become human, she had to give it up, remember? They go outside, and there is the queen herself , Morgana McCawber, walking onto the ship – she's so powerful that it doesn't matter what form she takes! She demands for them to give her “that which I desire most”, and even sends out deadly sea monsters to take “it” back! Time for a fight!

Now they're worried – if they give her the pendant, will she become even stronger and cause more havoc? Things get worse as she begins to sing, and Donald tries to stop DD from hearing it, but...? While Donald, Gladstone and Fethry turned into love-slaves before, DD just goes still??? Gosayln, having enough of this, whips out her bow and arrow and shoots the pendant off her dad. Donald catches it, and then throws it to Morgana, demanding she leave them alone!

Morgana glances at the pendant... then tosses it away. “You think I came here for some little trinket? I will not leave until I have my desire!” Well the fuck is that??? DD doesn't have anything else on him! … Unless...?

Della suddenly understands everything – this was never about Scrooge's treasure, but his power and influence. Only someone as wealthy as Scrooge could invite the King and Queen personally, thus bringing DD here – and he needed a reason to bring them here, hence Magica and Gloria! Morgana doesn't want the pendant – she wants Darkwing Dubloon! And DD finally remembers what happened! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! He grabs his daughter and runs, with everyone realizing there's no way they can defeat the Mermaid Queen right now. After a few choice distractions, they manage to get away and return to land. So, DD, the hell happened?

As it turns out, on that stormy night, as he was drowning, he saw a shadowy figure in the water and begged them to save his life, saying he'd give what he values most. The figure saved him, taking her to her lair, and of course it's Morgana. Turns out he injured his leg while he fell, so he's forced to stay several days, but as he does he weaves his tales of heroism on the seas, managing to delay Morgana trying to eat him. When his leg is fully healed, he remembers what he promised. So, what does he value most. His daughter – UH, NO, I MEAN, MY SHIP! Take the ship, it's full of treasure! Morgana agreed, and so she would return him to the surface. On the next full moon, he would take his ship out for her to take. She gave him the pendant so she could keep track of him and make sure he kept his promise, because if he doesn't... well, you know the spiel by now – she'd take him down below forever and ever~

So DD returned to land, reassuring his crew everything was fine without telling them what happened. On the next full moon, he sails off alone, promising Gosalyn he'd return, sans a ship. Morgana is a little surprised he kept his promise, but DD's a man of his word! She also expected there to be some kind of trap waiting for her on the ship, but nope, he's not like that. So, a deal's a deal. “Yes, I'll take the ship... and you.” Of course Morgana's decided to keep her precious captain, and on went the hypno-voice/eyes combo. DD was almost lured in, until he remembered the promise he made to his daughter, and jumped ship. He just barely managed to escape with his life... then something grabbed him and dragged him underwater. Now whatever happened THERE, he doesn't remember, but he woke up fine on the shore, unable to remember anything at all.

Daisy explains that mermaids A) don't handle rejection well, at all, and B) they also don't understand familial relationships. When a baby mermaid is born, they're tossed aside. So Morgana genuinely can't grasp the concept of a father loving his daughter, and she's going to keep coming after them until she gets what she wants. What to do? Gloria has an idea – truthfully, Morgana hasn't fully become the Queen yet – the former Mermaid Queen is still alive, and Morgana is her apprentice. The former queen is the most powerful mermaid in the world, and keeps herself secluded in an island. Only she has the power to strip Morgana of her strength. So the gang decides to sail there and and beg for help – but DD is perplexed. Yeah, Morgana's got issues, but she seems way worse than last time. What happened? The kids sneak aboard as well – although this time, Lena is a bit more reluctant.

Turns out Lena is a mermaid, but even she didn't know it! Most baby mermaids are abandoned in the sea, but she was left on land, and thus she assumed she was a normal person her whole life. But now Morgana can manipulate her into being her mole, watching the group, and trying to use her jealousy about Gosayln and Webby's friendship to kill Gosalyn. Thankfully Daisy catches wind of this and takes Lena under her wing (so to speak) to help her fight off Morgana's power. At the island, they are attacked by Morgana, thanks to Lena helping her find out where they were going. Just when things couldn't get any worse... pirates!

Not just any pirates – the pirates who kidnapped Donald, AND Darkwing Dubloon's arch-nemesis, Captain Negaduck! He's been giving Morgana gold to increase her spell power... but also poisoned the gold to drive her insane. An epic showdown ensues until one very old, annoyed voice WILL YOU ALL KNOCK IT OFF, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP – it's the original mermaid queen... Goldie O'Glit! She's goddamn sick of this nonsense, and has a solution to make sure it all stops... erasing everyone's memories! In fact, she was the one who erased DD's memories to try and keep things peaceful, but, welp, guess now she has to make EVERYONE FORGET EVERYONE. Naturally NOBODY WANTS THIS except nega who's a dick and surprise surprise, she and Scrooge have a history.

Long ago his ship crashed and he lived on an abandoned island with Goldie. He lived with her happily, but he assumed that as a queen, she must have greater responsibilities. He lied about having a fiance, assuming she'd just leave heartbroken and they'd both move on. Nnnnope, she tried to kill him, and then willfully erased her own memories to try and forget him. Scrooge managed to escape, and hence he's been bitter about mermaids ever since. But, uh... I guess they make up, and... yeah the imagination died around this part, so happily ever after I guess, or make your own ending XD I even debated about a sidestory with Panchito and Jose, if anyone's interested.

So, I hope you liked all that weirdness, and maybe someday I'll write out more scenes. I dunno, man, I just really liked hypno-stuff I HAVE ADDRESSED MY PROBLEM

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