#louie duck x gn reader

[ducktales-lucktales]

Howdy, it's the person who requested that adhd homeless reader insert! Was wondering if i could get some fun bonding with Y/n & the triplets, maybe some "Captain Lost" level shenanigans where they get into mischief?

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Huey Duck & Dewey Duck & Louie Duck & GN!ADHD!Reader

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: I took the maybe to heart and we discovered that allowing Louie and Dewey to plan something together is a bad idea and we get like baby-level delinquency.

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Just mere months ago, [Y/N] found themselves becoming part of the Duck family. They spent most of their mornings attending school doing their best to catch up to the kids they were supposed to be in the same grade-level as. After school was usually spent doing homework and a few extra assignments they conned their teachers into giving them as they really wanted to be at the same level as their peers. When [Y/N] wasn’t preoccupied with school they were what the triplets called “boring” and “just like Uncle Donald”. At first, they were a little confused as to what being just like Donald meant; they did the “fun” things to survive and being able to sleep safely on a bed, have three full meals served a day, and having fresh, clean clothes everyday was more of a luxury and they felt as though being “boring” and “just like Uncle Donald” was well deserved. [Y/N] felt like Mister Moneybags himself living on the houseboat with their new family; even feeling the greatest feeling in the world, [Y/N] lent a hand to Donald more often than expected of them.

[Y/N] was more on the antisocial side of things at the moment, being 13, technically a teen, and being new to the family. Spending time with Donald was still hard. After all, they did manage to cause some trouble around the houseboat when they didn’t mean to, the adoption process was agonizingly slow and they felt nowhere near being an official Duck, the idea and actions surrounding the adoption were abrupt and scary. Thoughts surrounding the situation came and went at odd hours of the day; the morning could consist of irrational fears of extended Duck family members shunning them and the middle of the night could include irrational fears surrounding familial labels: were they going to call Donald “Dad” one day or somehow fall in line with the triplets and end up saying “Uncle Donald”? Was Donald going to be alright with being called “Dad” one day? Were the triplets going to be alright with calling then their cousin? It all happened so fast, one morning they were stealing food because they were hungry, and stealing was the only option and that same afternoon they were going home with Donald Duck and had three siblings? Cousins? They still weren’t sure at this point, but the uncertainty didn’t stop the nagging thoughts; [Y/N] had just assumed that the triplets were Donald’s kids, not his nephews. Donald was, however, trying his best to make [Y/N] feel at home, or at least aid in that process. He allowed them to have their space, but also remained within earshot in case he was needed. He made sure that the boys understood that they shouldn’t overwhelm [Y/N]–not that that would stop them.

The weekend had just started and for some reason it was boring. There was nothing to do and they always had something to do in the houseboat. The boys were lounging by the docks, Donald was busy in the kitchen, and they were sitting on their bed reading the first page of their book for the 17thtime. They closed the cover and placed the book on their chest and sighed. They closed their eyes.

“[Y/N]! Wake up!”

“There’s no sleeping on a Saturday afternoon!”

“Well, unless you’re like Uncle Donald there is.”

They sat up and looked at the triplets, dazed as if they just woke up from a long slumber with no recollection of who they are, where they are, or what year it is. “Buh…?”

“We’re going to Funzo’s Funzone, are you coming?” Huey readjusted his hat and looked at them. He looked as though he were ready to beg them to come to Funzo’s.

“Yeah, you can’t miss a Funzo’s day!” Dewey raised his voice out of sheer excitement and grabbed them by their arms.

[Y/N] slowly slid off their bed with help from Dewey’s excitable dragging. “I’ve never been there, it couldn’t hurt to go, right?”

“How wrong you are, dear [Y/N].” Louie wrapped his arm around them and looked off into the distance. “But it’s still a kid’s wildest dream come true. Ball pits full of gross bodily fluids, slides of pain, water cups used for soda, cheap pizza that’s not even good but the idea of Funzo’s makes you forget how bad it is. Oh, and there’s an arcade.” With each new item added to the combined pros and cons list, he bounced his hand for emphasis on a new item. He quickly stepped away from them and got back in line with his brothers.

They nodded slowly, only slightly disturbed as Funzo’s sounds a lot cleaner than most places [Y/N] has had to stay. “I’m alright with going as long as Donald knows.”

The triplets nodded and led the way out to the deck. “Bye Uncle Donald!” They raised their voices and waved at their uncle.

“We’re going to Funzo’s, don’t try to stop us because by the time we’re down the street you’ll have finally processed this sentence, bye!” Louie spoke extremely fast.

Dewey dragged [Y/N] along to ensure that they wouldn’t stop to tell Donald exactly what Louie had said. They were on a mission. [Y/N] was going to have a blast at Funzo’s even if it killed them.

Once Dewey had let their arm go, they fell behind the pack and slowly slipped away from the conversation the boys were having as they didn’t quite understand it. They crossed their arms and tapped their fingers against their elbows rhythmically, they had a popular radio song stuck in their head and they needed it out now. They began mouthing the chorus as they walked, the way they walked changed from an average style to one that matched the beat of the popular song. In their head, they were in a music video, showing off some moves in front of the camera at wide and low angles and dancing in the background as the verse came back. Once the song was over, it happened again. And again. In all honesty, it only took about half of the long walk to Funzo’s for Dewey the fall out of line with his brothers and bop alongside [Y/N]. Dewey sung the words to I Feel It Coming and [Y/N] hummed the tune, they danced almost in perfect sync as if they had choregraphed it.

Louie rolled his eyes at the dancing duo; Huey tried his best to ignore them as he led the quartet to Funzo’s. The sing-and-dance along between Dewey and [Y/N] finally ended, much to the pleasure of the other two. Dewey took his place back in between Louie and Huey with a newfound energy.

[Y/N] swayed to a much slower song and tuned into the boys’ conversation in hopes of hearing something they could understand or at the very least comment on, but to their dismay they were talking about yet another thing that they were unfamiliar with.

“Don’t mind Huey, that guidebook is his lifeline.” Louie looked back at them, annoyed with the book in Huey’s hands. By the looks of Louie, Huey uses that guidebook for every little thing; in fact, [Y/N] has seen Huey look at and write in a book before, perhaps it was the one he was utilizing now.

They nodded, a little curious. “What’s so special about the book?”

“What’s so–ha! The is only the most important book of all time. It’s the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, it’s helped me through a lot of tough spots and by using its knowledge I’m going to become a Senior Woodchuck when it’s time.” Huey halted their walk towards Funzo’s. “The Guidebook has infinite knowledge about everything!” He pushed the guidebook toward [Y/N].

“For a book with infinite knowledge it’s kinda small.” [Y/N] furrowed their eyebrows and frowned at the size of the book. “What do you do in your Junior Woodchuck thing? Do you go camping? Complete tasks like sewing, swordsmanship, alligator wrestling, and treasure hunting?” They asked.

Huey stared at them for a moment, taking in the last two activities in their list. “Alligator wrestling wouldn’t be safe and there’s no treasure hunting. We do go camping every once in a while, and we have been asked to sew. I don’t think we’ll be asked to practice our swordsmanship, but they will have us practice archery.” He started walking again. “You should ask Uncle Donald to look into it with you in case you want to enroll!” He suggested.

“You think I could? I mean, I don’t know how any of that works; there’s no age requirement or other requirements?” [Y/N] swallowed. “I’d like to see if it’s something I’d like but I don’t want to be disappointed if I get told I’m too old.”

Huey smiled. “You’re not too old! If you decide you like it, it would be great to have someone to have serious discussions with at home. Uncle Donald didn’t last long, he’s not that good with nature…”

“I’ll look into it with Donald as soon as I can.” They smiled briefly. “Are we almost at Funzo’s, we’ve been walking forever.”

“You weren’t even paying attention for most of the walk, and you were dancing with Dewey.” Louie lightly punched their shoulder. “Stop fooling.”

They put their arms up defensively. “Alright, alright. But I sang the same song six times in my head, and that’s a lot of minutes if you think about it.”

The quartet fell silent after no one had anything to add to the conversation and there was nothing new to make fun of. All the jokes had been overused to the triplets and [Y/N] was still too new in their lives to know what personal things to make jokes about. They were almost a mystery, but the boys just assumed that they had a hard time talking about being homeless for pretty much their whole life. There was no harm in talking about it, and the boys were old enough to let [Y/N] come to them–except for the fact that they basically dragged them out of the houseboat with little warning. [Y/N] didn’t mind being kidnapped by the triplets; this could be an opportunity to bond with them since there hadn’t been much of that going on. The past few months have been slow going in the bonding department.

What they did mind was how far Funzo’s was from the houseboat and where they had to walk to get there. They started to keep their head down and tried to strategically walk where no one along these roads would be able to see their face through the Duck boys. This part of town didn’t exactly like [Y/N] after their little stealing spree–but no part of Duckburg really liked [Y/N] after all their thieving in all honesty.

It was weird to walk around and not need to steal anything. It did, however, feel like a ton of weight was lifted off their body knowing that there was no need to question whether there was going to be another meal that day or not. There was a ton of weight lifted off their shoulders surrounding the question of where they were going to sleep and if Ma Beagle was going to jump out and surprise them. The anger toward Mister Moneybags and his most Scottish rival still lingered because it’s folk like them that let folk like [Y/N] down, even when their lives turn around.

“[Y/N], if you were to live in a fictional world, which one would you live in and why?” Dewey walked backwards, still between his brothers.

They thought for a moment; there weren’t many fictional worlds that really piqued their interest. “Well…” They started. “Maybe something like Indiana Jones.” Their voice was filled with uncertainty about their answer.

“Why?” Louie glanced back.

They shrugged their shoulders. “I mean, being some type of explorer or whatever seems like it would be fun. The danger, the treasure. It would be neat. What about you guys?”

“I think I would be part of a coming-of-age world.” Dewey opened his arms proudly. “The music, the drama, the music.”

Huey shook his head. “I think I would do well in a fantasy world, maybe as a farmer or a clerk. I think it would be interesting to sell the main characters much needed objects.”

“And by sell, you mean getting robbed?” [Y/N] chuckled. “What about you, Louie?”

Louie shrugged his shoulders. “I’m thinking more along the lines of a mob world where I am the mob boss.”

The three remaining children furrowed their eyebrows at Louie’s completely characteristic but insane world of choice. The boys stopped in their tracks, making [Y/N] walk right into Dewey and Huey.

“Oof–.”

“There it is, [Y/N], Funzo’s Funzone. The place of dreams.” Dewey slide in front of Funzo’s and showed it off as if it were better than it was.

“Oh.” They said, looking at the building.

Louie and Huey laughed at Dewey’s reaction to [Y/N]’s reaction. He frowned at the anticlimactic reaction to Funzo’s.

“I’m pretty sure all of [Y/N]’s dreams have been fulfilled already.” Huey shot at Dewey and held his fist out to [Y/N].

They tapped their fist against Huey’s. “Yeah! I have nothing to add… Let’s go in, show me your favorite things to do here.”

The group of four walked into Funzo’s, [Y/N] went from “Oh” to “Oh wow” very quickly. They were nearly overwhelmed with how large Funzo’s actually was from the inside. The funzone actually looked like it was a fun place to be with a ball pit, an arcade, an indoor jungle-gym death-trap, and places to sit. It was a place of dreams. Dewey was the first of the four to run off and have fun of his own. Louie found a free table and planted himself at it. He pulled something out of his hoodie pocket and quickly went to work on it.

[Y/N] looked over at Huey. “Lead the way.”

“I thought you would’ve run off with Dewey.” Huey said. “You two were having a good time on our walk.”

“I blinked and he was suddenly gone.” They laughed dryly. “I’m not so sure what to do with myself here. Are you expecting me to just wander off?”

Huey shrugged his shoulders. “Well, yeah, that’s almost the point of this place.”

“Oh.” They raised an eyebrow and glanced around the joint.

The quartet walked into the houseboat at almost eight at night. [Y/N] absentmindedly walked into the kitchen and stood awkwardly until Donald noticed them there. The boys had wandered in the opposite direction to get ready for bed after a long day of goofing off without Donald around to tell them that they all need to behave themselves. [Y/N] wanted to say that they had a good day but that didn’t feel quite right. They day was fine, sure, but Funzo’s was not the dream they expected it to be. Or maybe that’s how one was supposed to feel after spending nearly all day at a place like Funzo’s; after all the boys did just wander off to bed without uttering a word to their Uncle Donald or to [Y/N]. [Y/N] blinked slowly and slid into the chair at the dining table, still very exhausted, but not exactly ready to climb into bed. They had a lot on their mind between the long day that they had and a bunch of unrelated thoughts.

“How was Funzo’s?” Donald asked.

They shrugged their shoulders. “It made me tired. We were there almost all day; I think I just sat out for the most part. It felt weird to try to do something because I’ve never been to a place like that before. I don’t think I’d ever go there again willingly.” They glanced at Donald who frowned at their experience. “I’ve got a question for you.”

Donald slid into the seat next to them, worried. “Is everything alright?”

They nodded. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just a question. So, Huey was telling me a little about the Junior Woodchucks, and it sounds interesting. Do you think we can look into something like that for me? I’d kinda like to see what being a Woodchuck is all about and maybe try to join if I like it. If that’s not a problem for you, that is. I don’t know if that’s a thing we can do, and I don’t want to make you feel like you must do this for me.”

Donald chuckled and their sudden worry. “Yes, that is something we can look at for you. I think you’d enjoy it; Huey would enjoy having someone to talk to about it.” He explained.

“It’s funny you say that he said the exact same thing.” [Y/N] smiled.

They grew silent. [Y/N] tapped their hands against their legs with the look of someone who has something to say. They slowly started to groove in the seat as they tried to form a sentence or two of a feeling that they have been holding in for the past couple of months.

“Are you hungry?” Donald asked.

After only a few months, it seemed as though Donald was a mind reader. He could just tell what [Y/N] wanted, it was almost scary.

[Y/N] nodded. “Yes, actually.”

“Fish crackers?” Donald asked.

They tried to hide their disgust for the snack that Donald seems to always offer his kids. “No thank you, I’m thinking… more… carrot related snacks?” They questioned their choice in snacks as they didn’t particularly like that snack either, but almost anything was better than those retched fish and cracker snacks.

Donald nodded and stood up from the table. He made his way to the fridge and pulled out a prepacked carrot and dip snack–he was a prepared parent. Breakfast was almost always prepared before the children were awake, snacks were already pre-portioned, lunches were already made by the time the children were ready to leave for school, dinner was almost always prepared. The meals were usually healthy unless the gaggle of children were able to convince Donald to order a pizza or to make one of those over-the-top breakfasts with everything from pancakes to hashbrowns. Donald returned to the table and slid the snack pack over to [Y/N].

“Do you kids have anything planned for tomorrow?” Donald asked.

They shrugged their shoulders. “I don’t think we do, but I could be wrong. You know, they think I’m boring. Or, well, they say I’m a lot like you… which may or may not be boring. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Donald wasn’t sure whether he should frown or not. On one hand, his nephews are calling him and [Y/N] boring, on the other hand, [Y/N] may view them as boring, but they don’t see it as bad. “Are you doing alright? Living here?” He changed the direction and the tone out of pure curiosity.

[Y/N] nodded and covered their bill with their mouth, trying to swallow their mouthful before they speak. “Yeah, I like it here. I’ve got a nice bed and a room, clean clothes and all that. I think the icing on the cake is not worrying about eating! But you mean that in another way, don’t you?” They smiled, slightly embarrassed.

Donald nodded.

“Well, I think it’s… um…” They paused, suddenly not sure of what to say. “I think living here with you and your nephews is actually really great. I’ve been alone for a long while and I never had something like this. It’s strange to have someone, er, more than one someone’s care about me. You’ve been doing a lot. Between your odd jobs, finding a new job, taking care of your three nephews, trying to get the papers done and taking care of me–that’s a lot. I want to thank you in a way that’s not just saying ‘Thank you’ because that’s boring, but I’m at a loss for what to do.”

“D’aw, you don’t–.”

“And your nephews have been fun to be with. I know I haven’t been bonding with any of you the way everyone hoped I would, but I’m getting there. I get along with the boys in different ways. I mean, just today, Dewey and I were going hard over a song; dancing and walking, singing and humming. Huey and I might be more alike than I thought, if it turns out that I like what they Woodchucks do, that’s just another common interest that we found. And Louie, he’s a riot. We don’t have much in common, but I think we’re pretty sociable with each other once we get past how quiet I can be around them.” They rambled between bites of carrot. “I don’t mean to shy away from all of you, it just happens, y’know?”

Donald nodded and smiled. “I understand.”

Sunday night rolled around, and the four children were staring at their school from outside of the ground’s gates. Louie smiled smugly at Dewey and [Y/N], who held their bicycles (with the exception of [Y/N] anxiously rolling their bike back and forth). Huey held his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook close to his chest and stared down the line.

“Are you sure about this, Louie? This whole thing doesn’t really seem like it’s a ‘Captain Lost’ type of activity. Getting lost and pulling a stunt are two different things.” [Y/N] looked over at the green triplet. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it sounds fun, but… I don’t want to get in trouble if we get caught.”

Louie chuckled. “Well, you can always stay out here while Dewey leaves his bike on the top of the school by himself.”

“Yeah, [Y/N]! It’s not like you haven’t had your fair share of mischief.” Dewey nudged their arm.

Huey swallowed. “I’m with [Y/N] on this and I think you guys should listen to them.”

“Thank you, Huey.” They sighed. “I didn’t commit mischievous acts because I thought it would be fun, the acts I committed are what your uncle Donald calls ‘crimes’.” They let their bike lean against their hip. “I’d much rather do something that doesn’t have to do with trespassing… maybe something like finding an old backroad with a sudden decrease in travel speed that is monitored by an officer. Two of us are stationed with a sign that says ‘Warning: Radar’ to warn drivers of the officer and two of us collect tips on the other side.”

Louie’s eyes glistened at the concept of collecting tips. “We’re doing this tonight; we’ll use that idea another time.” He smiled mischievously. “Huey, grabbed the ladder with me, we’re getting those bicycles on the roof!” He bent down and wrapped his arm through the ladder and looked over at Huey, waiting for him to do the same.

Huey sighed, not even willing to fight it, and wrapped his arm through the ladder and lifted it with Louie. The pair walked toward the gate and waited for [Y/N] to pick the lock. They did so swiftly and pushed the gates open with Dewey. Louie and Huey walked the ladder onto school grounds toward the main entrance. Dewey and [Y/N] trailed behind them. [Y/N] swallowed nervously and looked around in case there was someone on school grounds looking for children like them–delinquents. Okay, maybe delinquent is too strong of a term, but that’s what feels right. They were trespassing and [Y/N] thought doing things such as this was behind them. They severely underestimated the mischief that Louie could cause and just how onboard Dewey could be. In front of them, Louie and Huey set up the ladder for the willing and unwilling participant.

“Alright, Dewey, you’re going first.” Louie tapped his brother’s shoulder.

Dewey laughed and held his bike over his shoulder by the handlebar. He scaled the ladder and flipped the bike over his head and onto the roof once he reached the top of the ladder. He stepped over the short wall and glanced around at the filthy roof–forgotten kickballs, leaves, algae, possibly mold, lost footballs, and many unidentifiable things.

[Y/N] threw their bike over their shoulder and held it by the handlebar as they scaled at the ladder themselves. Dewey reached over and grabbed the bike from them. They stepped over the ledge and took their bike back from Dewey. Dewey and [Y/N] kicked out the kickstands on their bikes.

“It’s a good thing we don’t ride our bikes to school otherwise they might be able to figure out we did this tomorrow.” Dewey held out his hand for a high-five.

[Y/N] sighed. “Yeah… let’s get down from here.” They quickly scrambled down the ladder with Dewey in toe. “Let’s go, I have to lock the gates again.”

“What’s the hurry?” Louie faced them.

“Let’s go!” They urged.

Dewey hoped off the ladder and patted their back. “Can’t wait to see everyone’s faces tomorrow. You worry too much.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry for worrying.” They said sternly. “I just don’t want to get in trouble, okay? You three can get in all the trouble you want; I don’t want to risk what I have.” They started to push Dewey toward the gate.

Louie and Huey walked behind them with the ladder.

“If we have time, tomorrow we are going to warn drivers for tips.” Louie said.

“I thought that was a weekend scheme.” Huey said.

Louie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s going to happen when it happens.”

[ts4ritsa]

Good morning/afternoon/night ! :D Could I pretty please get a Louie Duck x gn!reader who is disabled on the leg ? So their leg would stop working if they did too much effort, Louie probably would use it as an excuse to stay with them, but I don't know :]

✧ louie duck headcanons :

with a reader who is disabled on the leg (gn reader)

- He would use it as an excuse to hang out with you - acts like he doesn’t but definitely does.

- You two hang around together and play games, talk, watch movies - anything goes.

- If your leg wasn’t working and you needed help getting something, he wouldn’t mind helping you out at all.

- Take it as an opportunity to talk about your interests or anything at that matter - Louie likes to sit and hear you enlighten him about cool things you like.

- Y’know, he’s been more productive and active because of you lately - his brothers start to notice that.

- How unusual, but it’s cute. You guys are so fit for each other.

a/n: AAAAA sorry if its short 🙏🙏 not my fav work but next time will be better hopefully

© ts4ritsa (do not repost w/o credits)

[cyborg-franky]

Hello! I heard you're taking care of a small little fluff ball so don't feel pressured to taking this in! I was wondering if you could please do prompt 6 or 29 for Ace? Thank you! I'm grateful for whatever you write! Have a good day and take care, also say hello to the flluff ball for me!

This is such an old message, oops. Louie is okay! we adopted him brothers but they did not get on and they had a little fight. He is still okay but next payday we need to find him little brothers because the others were his age and they just didn't click. I will give him a big kiss and a hello from you though <3

In the future I need to have two chars to choose from but I am a sucker for Ace so.

Ace x GN Reader SFW Modern AU Prompt: going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel Word Count: 962

The fair was in town and Ace wanted to go, he gave you this whole speech about how he and his brothers used to go every year but now they’d moved out of town with their respective partners. You were going to suggest going anyway but you still liked to see how passionate Ace got about things and let him barter with you about the trip.

“Yeah sure, we can go tonight?” You suggested and smiled when his face lit up, the grin that appeared on his handsome freckled face when he jumped up on the couch and pulled you into a hug, your face squished against his chest as he assured you it’ll be fun.

–

The music was loud but not unbearable, the night sky was the perfect backdrop to all the glittering bright lights of the fair. Smells of cotton candy and hot dogs filled the air as you walked past the food trucks. Ace held your hand and led you around the fairground, telling you that it never changed, it was like this every year.

Chilly Autumn air nipped at your nose and you could see your breath as you responded to him each time he asked you something, how he wanted your input, trying to keep his own brimming excitement at bay.

You were impressed Ace was able to keep himself under control, you were sure he would have rushed off in every direction. You both got a hot drink from one of the vendors, wanting something to warm your hands as you walked around, admiring all the stalls, games and rides set up.

Hearing happy screams as you heard the roar of a small coaster behind you, seeing Ace’s attention follow the cart on the tracks, watching the way it twisted and turned with a gleam in his eyes, knowing that would be on his list tonight.

“Hey, look at those plushies, they're really cute.” You said and pointed to a fair game, all the toys lined up around the walls as you walked closer, a big table with a large pool in the centre, bobbing along the water were bright yellow rubber ducks of varying sizes with metal hooks peeking out the top.

“Want me to try to get you one?” He asked and peered at the rules, something about each duck having a coloured dot on its bottom correlating to the prizes stacked up.

“That’s sweet but I think I can handle a game of luck.” You said with a wink and put your money on the side for the game owner.

You were both given a rod with a little metal hoop at the end, designed for grasping at the hooks on the ducks. You looked at each duck’s smiling face and wondered if the ones with smaller hooks would have better prizes, you watched as Ace just went for it, going for the biggest duck and the biggest hook. Going for the easy option.

Lifting your chosen duck you saw the owner pick your duck off the end of the pole grabbing Ace’s as he did so. You waited, feeling giddy about the prize as the man nodded and pulled off a tiny rubber duck keychain and passed it to Ace.

Ace seemed to deflate at the small prize but shrugged it off, quickly attaching it to the wallet chain that dangled from his jeans, looking pleased with himself nonetheless. You watched as the man grabbed the plush you were eying up and handed it to you.

“Hey, well-done babe!” Ace grinned and put his arm around your shoulders as you held the plushie tight to your chest with the biggest smile on your face, already coming up with an array of silly names for the cuddly toy.

–

Some fairground food later you and Ace found a few more games, he was pretty good at the coconut game, hurling cricket balls at them and knocking the coconuts from their posts. Winning you another toy which was nice, you felt loved when he handed you the toy, something romantic about being won a prize at the fair.

You both went on a few rides together, the waltzers, the bumper cars which he was a little shit with, always chasing you, but it was still a lot of fun and your cheeks hurt from how much you were grinning.

“Hey, this place closes soon, what you wanna go on?” Ace asked, your hand in his as you clutched your stuffed toys under your arm.

“Ah, that?” You pointed to the large Ferris wheel with the assortment of coloured lights covering it. You wondered what the fairground would look like from here, getting to see all the rides and bright colours.

“Alright then, let's do it!”

The ride was a little shaky as each cup got to a certain position and paused, letting someone else on but as the wheel rose to the top you got to see everything. You took a breath, you’d been right, this was nice and you felt Ace shuffle closer to you, his arms around you as he nuzzled his nose against the side of your head.

“This has been loads of fun, thanks for coming with me, I thought I was going to have to miss it..” He admitted and let out a sigh.

“I’m having a great time and I’m glad we came out, you know you can share all these things with me as well as your brothers, right?” He nodded and leaned closer, kissing your cheek, once, twice, before you turned around and pressed your lips to his.

“Yeah I know, thank you.” He said, voice soft and genuine as he leaned his head against yours, admiring the view and enjoying a wonderful date night with you.

[ts4ritsa]

Hii !! This one will sound very very veeery specific but that's what I got from having a crush in a Louie Duck kinnie *cough cough* I will probably spam you with silly little asks like that hope there isn't any problem <3 /gen Anyways, Louie Duck x Gender Neutral Reader who is an active artist ! Which means that they're drawing in every single place they can draw lol, to silly lil doodles to complex dynamic drawings. Or perhaps a reader that does hydro gymnastic, whatever you feel like doing c: /pos

✧ louie duck headcanons :

with a reader who’s an active artist (gn reader)

- Louie thinks it’s cool that you have such a passion for art.

- He likes to watch you sketch as you guys sit outside and take in the fresh air.

- When you show him the finished products, he rates them on a 1-10 - and usually gives you a ten.

- Louie would definitely ask you to draw him like once or twice - unarguably.

- Sometimes he’s drawing smiley faces or hearts on the corners of your paper.

- He points out interesting features that he sees in your art - and compliments you constantly.

a/n: omg hi anon, yes i don’t mind at all! id love to write for you, louie is my fav one out of the 3 after all lol 🫶 ALSO I noticed that you mentioned hydro gymnastics, THOSE ARE SO COOL IMOOO

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[ducktales-lucktales]

hi! may i get an uhh. donald duck comforting reader who's a close friend of the family(like webby), who misunderstands many things, misses cues(social, emotional, etc) a lot, & forgets things easily & often? where reader truly believes they are an idiot & a burden bc of these things, & donald has to convince them otherwise? and could reader be gender neutral & like 18 yrs old (too old to be "stupid"), please?

Family Member Status

Donald Duck x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Louie is a bully today. I honestly want to apologize for how late this is. I got distracted by my resurfaced Doctor Octopus obsession and my WIP folder is solely Doc Ock content help.

AO3: Link

Life at the McDuck Manor was a dream. A lovely housekeeper was there at every moment to aid Scrooge McDuck and Donald and Della Duck in raising three Duck boys, a Vanderquack, and a [Y/L/N]. Mrs. Beakley was quick on her feet, quick to reprimand undesired behavior, and quick to make sure no one injured themselves in the two minutes she had turned her back. Scrooge was one way or another: a family man or a standard workaholic. He took every chance he could to drag his family on some wild and crazy adventure–of course, there were times when Louie was left behind or grounded and couldn’t join, times when [Y/N] was forgotten, times when Donald just refused to join them. Every moment he wasn’t adventuring, he was working at the Money Bin or doing something relating to it. Donald spent a lot of his time trying to stay as far away from the excitement as he possibly could and that was hard to accomplish. He was a family man, despite the avoidance. He juggled three children, five if Webby and [Y/N] count, and seven if Lena and Violet count too. Donald knew what he was doing. Della was learning and she was taking everything… she dove headfirst. Then there was the ghost of Duckworth. That’s it, really.

Compared to life at the McDuck Manor, life before was bleak and [Y/N] felt like they were getting nowhere fast and that much was true. There wasn’t much for them in St. Canard after... well, that. And they heard that Duckburg was the place to be and when the opportunity to move presented itself, they took it and ran. But it was a mistake. They struggled as a measly, underpaid sales associate for their first three weeks in Duckburg. The local hotel owner was kind enough to block off a room for them until they could find themselves a more permanent place to stay. It was a mistake to move from St. Canard. [Y/N] was lucky to have met Webby and Lena during their fourth week in Duckburg. It just sort of happened, they were walking to work one morning, work was the most boring it had ever been, then after their shift, the girls roped them into a sleepover at McDuck Manor. [Y/N] was so oblivious as the girls began scheming a way to get them a better life. The plan was simple: tell the story, win Scrooge over, negotiate, move in. Except [Y/N] couldn’t remember what to do. Between the nerves and the general horrible memory, it turned into a disaster very quickly. They misunderstood Scrooge’s reaction as a rejection of the proposal made by the girls.

Six months later and [Y/N] was living the dream. Well, almost living the dream. Lately they’ve been struggling more than usual. They worked part-time for Scrooge McDuck at the Money Bin (part-time is fancy talk for showing up when Scrooge has them scheduled–their typical schedule is Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday when they’re not adventuring with the family). They fought tooth and nail with Scrooge to get the part-time job at the Money Bin–Scrooge would never let family work for him again. Until they convinced him by being rather annoying about it; in other words [Y/N] didn’t want to feel like a freeloader, that was sort of Donald’s position in the family. For some reason they can’t seem to remember the exact time they need to clock in and/or out. Scrooge was less than please but let it slide since they lived with him. He was the man that tossed everything over his shoulder and let someone else deal with the mess. And for some reason completing schoolwork was such a challenge, especially since they were working part-time. Scrooge was more than happy to put [Y/N] through school as he would be his own blood relatives. Donald was more than happy to look over some of their work (or at least the instructions because sometimes not even the instructor knew what was going on).

Three months ago, everyone started getting upset with each other. At first, they didn’t really think anything of it. Everyone was allowed to feel what they wanted to feel, and it wasn’t [Y/N]’s place to tell them to get over it (not that they would ever say something like that).

“Why are you mad at Scrooge? He’s given you a home!”

“He’s the reason our mom’s gone! Why can’t you understand that? Are you stupid or something?”

“But–!”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

Three months ago, they watched their family crumble and come back together because of Scrooge–all while they stayed in the manor in their room because the children were right, they would never understand. They could never understand. [Y/N] was alone by chance, it just happened. Being scooped up Webby and Lena happened by chance. Being accepted as part of the family happened by chance. Chance was usually on their side–especially when they did something so excruciatingly dumb. Except for the few times where chance held the hand of an evil sorceress and plotted against [Y/N] for what felt like the millionth time (because it’s way easier to remember all the bad things).

One and a half weeks ago, Della Duck came home and screwed up. But no one got immediately mad at her, all they did was blame it on the moon thing–and no doubt about it, being on the moon seems like it would do that to a mother. Being around Della quickly proved to be exhausting as she was up, down, left, right, other here, now there, sliding down the stairs on the shield of a suit of armor, swinging from the chandelier, or simply just bouncing off the walls with excitement of finally being home with her family (plus three package deals). Being around Della made [Y/N] realize something they wished they realized sooner.

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot!” They fell back onto their bed in disbelief with how stupid they have been lately. Somehow more than usual.

It’s been noted by Beakley that [Y/N] can be a slob and fail to clean up their own room, they can forget to tidy up the table after they attend their virtual classes or do classwork, they can leave their belongings scattered throughout the mansion. Without Beakley, [Y/N] probably wouldn’t have their head on straight.

One and a half weeks ago Della was reprimanded less than [Y/N] by everyone. They compared themselves to Della more and more as the week and a half passed by. They shook their head at every attempt the children made to get them to play some sort of game. They were seen at meals, leaving with Scrooge for work, and doing schoolwork at the table, rarely at any other time. It’s not like they meant to compare them and Della, it just happened.

“Y’know, I’ve noticed since you’ve been here that you’re not exactly the brightest bulb in social situations, but you’re a genius on paper.” Scrooge told them without even looking in their direction. “You might not have your head on straight, but you’ve got what it takes to do incredible things.”

“Oh…” Was all they could muster at his backhanded compliment. “Thanks.”

“I think with a little more effort, you could really go places.” He continued.

Just this morning, they did it again. The children were having a “meeting” in Webby’s room (without [Y/N]) and [Y/N] didn’t get the memo. They swung the door open and asked them if they could join them as they had nothing better to do until later. Louie, of course, sarcastically told them that it was okay for them to join, and they were just patiently waiting for them to figure out that the children were waiting for them. Louie, of course, failed to remember that they didn’t exactly comprehend sarcasm and now the sneaky children were stuck with [Y/N] thanks to Louie. The conversation was suddenly stale, and the children gave them dry laughs when they spoke. The air slowly turned thick and awkward–borderline uncomfortable for everyone sitting in the room. Louie shot Dewey and Lena annoyed glances, almost begging them to be the ones to get rid of [Y/N]. Huey kept shifting around, antsy. Dewey triedto make things less awkward being Dewey-ing what he does best: making plans that backfire on him and make things even more uncomfortable. Webby and Lena ignored what was happening, after all, it was Louie’s fault. No one had the heart to kick [Y/N] out until…

“Alright, that’s it, I’ve had it!” Louie threw his hands in the air. “We don’t actually want you here this morning, so don’t you go do something boring with Uncle Donald until we can stand being around you.”

[Y/N] furrowed their eyebrows and looked at Louie as if this were new to them. “But you said–.”

They were cut off by Louie’s strangely short temper. “Gah! I know what I said! I didn’t mean it, I was being sarcastic, I wasn’t serious about you joining us.” He stood up. “You’re so stupid. You’re almost as old as Uncle Donald and you’re just so stupid, [Y/N]! And while I’m at it, why don’t you ask him to teach you how to read a room. You slow us down on all of our adventures and I’m almost 100 percent sure that you can’t tell that I’m angry. I’m pretty sure Uncle Scrooge is starting to regret bringing you into this family with the way you are. Just go do something somewhere else.”

The children remained silent after Louie’s outburst, but they all nodded in agreeance.

“Louie, that was mean.” Webby said as [Y/N] closed the door behind them.

[Y/N] later found themselves sitting on the deck of Donald’s houseboat when they should be in class. They left their laptop and schoolwork in the manor and kept themselves outside–they forgot they had class today or else they would have grabbed their schoolwork and laptop and done class outside. It’s not like they were missing much anyway… class was boring, they didn’t pay much attention anyway… they knew all the information from another class with a different course name. Missing one day of class wasn’t the end of the world, they could make it up easily, it’s only synchronous for the lecture, the work has separate dates.

“Don’t you have class today?” Donald asked, startled by [Y/N]’s presence on his houseboat. He paused where he stood and looked down toward them. They were hunched over with their elbows on their knees and their head in their hands.

They shrugged in response.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, trying to get them to speak up.

They shrugged again and added a sigh to mix it up.

Donald nodded, almost as if he could read their mind. There was something wrong, something was bothering them. And it was annoying enough for them to skip class and sit on Donald’s houseboat. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping this time they would say something.

“You ask a lot of questions.” [Y/N] finally spoke up.

“I know the look. Something’s bothering you and you never come out to the houseboat.” Donald walked up to them and frowned. “Do you want to go inside and tell me about it?”

They shook their head, their hands dropped into their lap as they glanced up at Donald who had his hand stretched toward them. “Not really.”

Donald retracted his hand, almost hurt at the decline, but his face quickly lit up with an idea. “How about we have lunch?”

They shook their head again. “I kind of just want to sit out here.”

Donald nodded slowly and sat down in front of [Y/N]. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

They gave Donald a deep sigh. They dropped their shoulders and stared at the only reasonable adult and their life. “Am I stupid?” They asked.

“Stupid? Who made you believe that?” He was taken aback by their question.

“Everyone, I guess. I mean… I don’t know… am I?” They asked again.

Donald looked down at his fidgeting hands. “Not stupid, no; just not a McDuck.”

They furrowed their eyebrows at Donald. “And the kids said you were good at making people feel better… I know I’m not a McDuck or a Duck. At times I really felt like I was part of the family but lately, not so much. I just feel like a burden instead.” They barely whispered their last sentence in hopes that Donald wouldn’t catch it.

Donald hears everything. “A burden?!” He nearly jumped back to his feet like a father friend or an uncle ready to pounce on his friends or family’s bullies. “You are everything but!” He was growing louder with every word that feel out of his mouth and onto their ears.

“Hush! I don’t want the whole world to know how I’m feeling!” [Y/N] quickly shushed Donald. “Okay, that’s how I feel and lately it’s been getting worse. I don’t… I don’t know what to do about it. I mean… I feel awfulabout apparently being stupid and the kids don’t even want me around. I don’t know how long that’s been going on for. And the way Scrooge talks to me sometimes feels like he’s giving me backhanded compliments… or does he always sound like that? And, it’s just, I guess everyone has been making me feel a little down about being me. And I really do feel like a burden on this family. Scrooge took me in because Webby had this crazy scheme and I did everything I could not to feel like a burden–I have a part-time job and I go to school–all to feel like I’m not a freeloader like you.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry.” They rubbed the back on their neck. “Lately I just feel like I’ve gotten worse, or maybe it only looks that way to everyone because Della is home and she’s been on the moon for the past decade and in comparison to me she’s thriving. While she gets a free pass, I get yelled at by Scrooge and Beakley for the same mistakes and then some. And, again, the kids don’t even want me around, that’s the only reason I’m here. They used to always ask me to do things with them. I don’t know if they were just being nice or if they really wanted me around now that they’ve said what they’ve said.”

Donald looked down. “I don’t think anyone except for Della could ever please Uncle Scrooge, and Beakley is mean to all of us.” He began. “The kids will be kids; they will say things they mean and don’t mean. They’re young and, while Uncle Scrooge thinks they can do everything and anything you and I can, you have to remember that they think everyone except for Uncle Scrooge and Della are ‘uncool’ and ‘boring’ and they don’t want to be around us. They’re growing up and learning to do what you and I can do.” He tried to explain to them.

“That’s just it, I can’t actually do what you do, can I?” [Y/N] asked. “Be honest with me, Donald, am I just bad at everything?”

Donald frowned again. “You’re not bad at anything, you’re just on a different level of understanding. You and I will never look at the world the same way. You and the kids will never look at the world the same way. Does that make sense?”

“Not really, but I think I get the idea.” They spoke. “This isn’t really helping me, you know.”

Donald deadpanned. “What I want you to understand is that you’re not like me or the kids or Beakley. You’re you.”

“Well, I understand that I’m me, but now you’ve lost me.” [Y/N] said bluntly.

“What did the kids say to you?” He asked.

They shrugged their shoulders. “Louie said that I need to learn how to read a room and that I need to learn how to understand sarcasm. He also said that they couldn’t stand me, they all agreed with him too.”

Donald nodded. “Not understanding sarcasm and not reading a room properly doesn’t make you stupid or a burden. That’s just who you are and maybe you just need a little help.”

“A little help would be nice. Sometimes you guys laugh at something I don’t understand too…” They laughed nervously.

Donald sighed. “I know. I’ll help you out. I can explain things to you.”

[Y/N] shook their head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that… I don’t want to look even more stupid either…”

“You won’t look stupid, not if you Uncle Donald has anything to say about it.” Donald grinned.

“Have I been promoted to ‘family member’ status?” [Y/N] asked.