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yandereducktales · 29 days

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Hi hope you're doing well, I was wondering if you could do hcs about romantic yandere H, D, L, and Webby. And like the rest of the McDuck/Dick family supports them? Srry if that's too much. But I love your work😊

Oh ?

Dewey Duck

Oh, he's so in love

He's dazzled by you. You're just- wow

Every time he looks at you, it's like he has stars in his eyes

You met on one of the McDuck many adventures

The boys had noticed you with your uncle- Flintheart Glomgold

Ahh, forbidden love <3 [He loved Romeo & Juliet]

He can't approach you with Scrooge and Glomgold around, so he waits until you're by yourself

"Um... Hi-" He awkwardly calls, causing you to look at him confused. You instantly recognize him as one of Scrooge's nephews

"Oh, uh- Hi?" You tilt your head, a little confused on why he was talking to you.

He tries to speak, but it's like his tongue is tied. God, he feels like an idiot

Before you can ask him what's wrong, your uncle appears and reprehends the young boy

You don't see him until a few weeks later- At the arcade

He was with Launchpad, but he ditched him when seeing you on the dance game

He joins you and you recognize him

"Oh, hi again. Uh, Huey right?"

"Actually it's Dewey." He's a little disappointed that you don't know his name, but then he remembers he didn't give it to you, so you probably asked about him and that thought made him happy.

"Oh, sorry Dewey. My name's Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"You, too." You chuckle

And that's how your friendship starts

You both like to sneak off when your uncles are fighting

He tells you about trying to find his mother and you try and help him

Whenever you come across something that could help him, you give it to him

When his mother comes back, he wants to introduce her to you

"You have to meet them, Mom. You'll love each other. Y/n's great!"

He wants you two to get along so bad

Dewey knows you two are meant to be and sometimes he can't get you out of his mind

Or his mouth. He's always talking about

Everyone's kind of sick of it

They think when you both start dating, maybe it'll stop- Oh, how wrong they are

Huey Duck

You were at a woodchuck meeting and you were new, so Huey clocked you fast

He wanted to help you, but he gets entangled with you

You share a lot of the same interests, hobbies, and ideas

He feels like someone finally understands him

And you feel the same

You two are like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly

You even finish each other sentences

His brothers [Louie] think you're both losers, but you don't care, because you have each other

He didn't even realize he had a crush on you until someone else pointed it out

"Yeah, they're cool. Yeah, I think about them a lot. Yeah, they're amazing- No, I don't have a crush on them, I just think they're perfect in every way possible"

You'd have to confess first, because it doesn't look like he's going to be confessing anytime soon. He's heavy in denial

He's flabbergasted when you admit you have a crush on him

"Me? You like me?"

You're a little scared at first, but he's over the moon

Louie Duck

You've met on multiple occasions, but nothing that ever stood out to either of you

You have nothing in common- Well, that's not entirely true, but the more defining personality features are vastly different

When you first meet him, you think he's selfish, lazy, mean, underhanded, manipulative- you get it

He thinks you're different than him. He's never really met someone like you, but he doesn't really give most people a second thought

You're nice and helpful. You want to make life easier and for everyone to be happy

You weren't selfish- You cared about other people

He found that not only annoying, but he thought it was a facade

There was no way that you cared about other people above yourself

People like that didn't exist

Everyone was always looking out for themselves. You must have been faking it

Though, after he stalked you learned more about you, he realize this truly was who you were

You really did want a Utopia and you believing in 'You have to take the first step to change'

He wants to impress you, but you see right through is lies

He wants to change for you- Be nicer- which makes him sick

Though, he really does start to try. The more time he spends around you and the people, he realizes that these people are just like him- Just not rich

You're impressed when realizing he has changed. Maybe not by a lot, but a little is a good start

You become friends and he's glad that he's made you happy

He likes you being happy

Oh my god, he has a crush on you-

He tries learning more about you so that he can come off as someone you should date

Knows your favorite color, parents' names, favorite food, favorite number, your ideologies etc

His family notices he's changed- He's like a completely different person

They have mixed reactions

"Where is my brother and what have you done to him!?!?!!" Dewey shakes his brother when seeing his brother give money to someone

"I think it's great," Huey comments, "Whatever's happened, it's a good thing."

Dewey thinks Louie's an alien or shape-shifter... That is until he meets you

"Oooh! Louie has a cru-"

Louie quickly elbows his brother, his face a bright red

"Shut up-"

You invite Louie to hang out at the movies after working and he's quick to pick up your offer

As you're both leaving, you share a moment and a kiss

Louie's eyes are wide and his face is a deep red

"Wow."

You blush, before waving him off, "Bye Louie. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah.... Tomorrow."

Webby Vanderquack

You think she's rather strange

But she's super fun

You met while she was checking out the city

She had accidentally bumped into you

You meet on several occasions and each time she approaches you

She always starts a friendly conversation with you

She really likes you and tries to impress you a lot

She's very outspoken and tries flirting but it never goes well, even when you start dating

You find her charming though

You asked her out and she was thrilled. She couldn't believe that you liked her back

You always have a fun time with her, no matter what you do

#dewey duck x reader #louie duck x reader #huey duck x reader #ducktales x reader #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #huey dewey and louie #webby vanderquack #webby vanderquack x reader #dewey duck #louie duck #huey duck

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did-i-mention-the-shirt · 2 years

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Ducktales x reader <3

Just so y'all know: The ducktales x reader quotev book was oringinally gonna have the chapters split into different quizzes (pt 1 when you meet, pt 2 whatever happens next ect ect)

BUT

would you guys instead want one book containing several different stories? or multiple books for every character?

I think the quizzes where the answers are fics would be eaiser and more fun for me to write but lmk what yall think :)

(Update: it's been posted! its pinned on my profile <3)

#Ducktales #Ducktales 17 #ducktales x reader #x reader #quotev #fanfic #quiz #scrooge mc duck #scrooge x reader #launchpad mcquack #launchpad x reader #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #huey duck x reader #dewey duck x reader #louie duck x reader

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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How would a Nibling reader handle Della and Scrooge along with Donald and the triplets? They all would definitely have some different ideas of how to keep her safe and make themselves the favorite.

Donald Duck, Huey Duck, Louie Duck, Dewey Duck, Della Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Gladstone Gander, Fethry Duck (Platonic Headcanons)

WARNING: parental favouritism, yandere, psychological manipulation, toxic mindsets.

A.N. - Why not add Gladstone and Fethry?

IT IS HARD ENOUGH to be a member of the McDuck-Duck extended family with all the complicated relationships, but being the favourite of so many makes it that much worse.

The nibling most likely lives with Donald on the houseboat. He prefers to be the chaperone on any trip outside the boat and goes as far as to forbid long-distance journeys.

Della takes immediate offence at this and claims that adventure is to the mind what water is to the body, and she is happy to whisk the nibling away on an adventure without getting Donald's permission. Adventures with Della range from riding with her on the Cloud Slayer to visiting the Moon goddess Selene.

Scrooge agrees that a little fun in life is healthy, and he tells Donald to be more lenient lest he discredits himself as a guardian. Even so, Scrooge dislikes being excluded from the adventure and demands to be included in the future. He worries that his nibling is vulnerable without him.

Gladstone feeds into the attitude of “whatever the nibling wants, the nibling gets.” Whatever is wanted, Gladstone purchases the most expensive and glamorous version. It comes through express delivery with a signed card so that no one forgets who bought it.

He is proving his superiority in the gift-giving department, and it irritates Donald to no end every time the mailman knocks on his door with boxes of designer clothes and a new sports car in tow.

Fethry wishes to show his nibling the wonders of the deep blue sea. He either calls or arrives at the house unannounced, asking his nibling to come with him to the underwater laboratory without telling anyone else.

Gladstone occasionally gets in on this and gives Fethry and his nibling a ride on the Gladyear Blimp.

There have been several instances where the rest of the family panics because of this and scrambles to recover their nibling. The lack of communication on Fethry's part leads Scrooge and Della to blame an imaginary kidnapper, while Donald is the first to suspect his cousins.

As Scrooge and Della interrogate familiar enemies such as Glomgold, Donald phones his cousins and makes arrangements to track them down if neither of them answers. The triplets overhear Donald's plan and wear down his patience until he lets them tag along.

While aboard the Gladyear Blimp, Gladstone treats his nibling to drinks, snacks and all the amenities his luck can buy. Fethry displays his jars of krill and talks about Mitzy, as sharing his interests is his way of bonding with his nibling.

Scrooge chastises Gladstone for his careless indulgence of their nibling's whims, arguing that Gladstone is teaching the wrong values and encouraging laziness. Gladstone contends that he is helping his nibling live the good life.

Scrooge counters this by offering his nibling a room at McDuck Manor, where he promises to teach the ways of how to become a self-sufficent bilionaire.

The triplets want to join each outing their nibling takes, and Dewey suggests that they become stowaways should their request be denied. Louie acts as a distraction for those who arranged the trip, while Huey orchestrates the whole scheme.

None of the older ducks are bothered by this, except Donald when his nephews' courageous spirits and knack for attracting danger pull his nibling into an adventure. Della welcomes her kids onto the Cloud Slayer and acts like her nibling is one of her own.

Family reunions are a catastrophe of desperation and passive aggression. Della is itching to sweep her nibling into the cargo plane and set off on the next adventure, which results in Donald arguing with her and trying not to let his nibling out of his sight at the same time.

The triplets compete with each other over who gets to spend what amounts of time with their nibling.

Scrooge monologues about how he acquired his vast wealth in the hope that his nibling will want him as a mentor, and Gladstone periodically interrupts him to hand his nibling a jewel he found on the ground.

Fethry has little to no sense of competition, choosing instead to follow his nibling around the area and share oceanic facts.

As the reunion comes to an end, everyone offers the nibling a place with them for a while. Whoever is chosen will take great pride in it and, except for Donald and Fethry, will flaunt it when the others are nearby.

If the nibling decides to live alone, each duck protests against the decision. A compromise is eventually reached that involves having one member of the family visit every day, but the nibling is allowed to choose who it is.

Choosing to live with someone outside of the family leads to a long-running showdown. This person becomes the target of resentment and envy, which manifests itself in Donald having a furious outburst if they so much as irk his nibling in his presence.

Scrooge joins Donald in belittling them if his nibling ever gets upset with the person. Scrooge insinuates that this fool is inept and undeserving of his nibling's time, while Della keeps urging her nibling to follow her on an adventure and forget about everything else.

Gladstone insults this new roommate in that covert sort of way that sounds innocent but is truly malicious. Fethry continues to visit his nibling no matter how late in the day it may be and regardless of whether the person knows who he is.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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shadownyxexe · 2 years

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ducktales with human reader pt 1

ok so you guys remember my ever after high post were i was like "you poured chocolate on apples dress stuff like that well imma do that again for ducktales this time soooo lets start

-you and scrooge went on an adventure in the human world

-you and huey undated his scout book thingy

you taught debby how to dance wap

you and dewey made like 352 theories as to why his mom is gone

louie tried to sold you

*three weeks later

-louie sold you

-remember that episode were the triplets acted like they werent triplets and louie started hangiing outwith that really rich kid ya the rich kid baught you

-scrooge took you back tho

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #headcannons #x reader #ducktales x reader #headcanon #huey duck

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ts4ritsa · 2 years

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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

#reblogs are highly appreciated #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #louie duck #louie duck x reader #gn reader #disability #huey duck #dewey duck #headcanons #fluff

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jadeysjasmine · 3 months

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Follow the leader - Alexia Putellas x Reader

A/N: in the YOU BOUGHT A DUCK?' universe

Summary: The ducks have imprinted on alexia, seeing her as a maternal figure. based on this

Alexia had been out of training for a few weeks, having a second surgery in her knee so she was currently recovering. In this time you were training alone, traveling to away games alone while Alexia stayed home, she was being her usual closed off self, dismissing any talk regarding her feelings surrounding the injury.

During these past few weeks Alexia has spent a huge amount of times with the ducks, she had been forming a special bond with them, sending you photos of their daily adventures while you were away.

Even though she was suppose to be resting as much as possible and refrain from unnecessary exercise, her knee had been fine so she decided that on her days off she would build the ducks a more permeant home with a pond in your back garden, much to your dismay, one with more space for them to roam as they were growing exponential amounts.

You had just arrived home from training, calling out for your girlfriend but you received no response, you checked all over the house for her, the kitchen, living room and even the bedroom but she was nowhere. Frowning you assumed she must be out with Eli or Alba and forgot to tell you, you make your way to the kitchen, properly setting foot and ready to make your post training meal, as you are chopping some vegetable, you hear a voice, shrugging it off as the tv you continue chopping but then you heard it again, louder and clearer.

"No, Louie. Sit!"

You were confused, the voice coming from your back garden, you head out and see Alexia with treats, trying to teach the ducks how to sit. Huey and Dewey were sitting patiently but Louie was not, more interested in getting the treat that the blonde had in her hand. You were leaning against the door, watching on in amusement as the duck continued to defy the words of your girlfriend, only enraging her further.

"You are not getting a treat until you do as you are told and sit!"

Quack.

"Do not talk back to me!"

Quack.

"Why can you not listen like your brothers, you get your attitude from your other mami." She huffed, almost jumping out of her skin when you scoffed, not expecting you to be home as the bag of treats fell out of her hand and spilled everywhere, all three ducks taking it as a free for all.

"Hola amor, I did not expect you to be home, how was training?" she questioned, grinning sheepishly as she made her way over to you, trying to press a sweet kiss to your lips, missing and hitting your cheek as you turned your head away from her, the blonde pouted before trying to kiss you again, whining when you stopped her by placing a hand on her chest.

"No no no, no kisses. I don't want you to catch my attitude."

You had to bite back the smile at the frown on her face, trying to keep the fake disappointed act going.

"I did not mean it like that amor, lo siento. I love you and your attitude."

"Oh so I do have an attitude? that is not very nice Ale."

You saw her eyes go wide, trying to back track on her words, she only stopped when she heard you laughing and she realised you were not actually mad, huffing she pushed past you, 3 sets of feet following behind her. You watched her flop on the couch, arms crossed as she tried to act annoyed but you could see right through her, the ducks eventually caught up to her and made home by her feet.

You plopped yourself in her lap, peppering kisses all over her face, you knew that she couldn't stay mad at you for long, you were her kryptonite after all. She was trying really hard not to melt into your touch, softly kissing her lips you whispered, "I'm sorry baby, please forgive me."

"I do not know if I can, maybe you have to earn my forgiveness and make it up to me."

The smug grin on her face and the way her hands roamed your hips gave you a clear indication of what she was after, you decided to play along, "Anything Ale," faux confusing lacing your voice, something you know the blonde loves. Squealing as she picked you up, making a beeline for the bedroom, you started peppering kisses on her neck and jaw, up to her ear, slightly nibbling on her earlobe, hearing a shaky breath coming from your girlfriend. You stopped when you heard multiple footsteps, pulling back from her neck you see the ducks following along.

"Ale."

She hummed in response.

"The ducks, they're following us."

She stopped abruptly, cause the ducks to walk into the back of her legs. Looking around and seeing all three ducks happily sitting at her feet, she opened your bedroom door, getting ready to enter, when the ducks also started to join.

"No, stay."

All three ducks listened to her, sitting in their spot as she closed the door, rolling her eyes as she spoke "Now they listen to me."

You tried to hide your smile at the captain. She threw you unceremoniously on the bed, making a move to get on top of you when you heard a quack. She tried to ignore it at first, meeting your lips in a sloppy kiss but the ducks were persistent and getting louder, groaning she got up and opened the door, they waddled in and straight to Alexia, she looked far from pleased at the interruption but she loved the ducks, clearly as much as they loved her so she wasn't too harsh with them, Instead she left the room with them eager to teach them more tricks.

You on the other hand, left high and dry, you were irked.

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Later on in the evening, Alexia had made it up to you by showering with you. You both cuddled up on the couch watching shows before she had dragged you out to show you the new tricks she had taught the ducks, you had to admit you were quite impressed at how many tricks she had taught them and how they listened to her every word (minus louie).

She was now cooking dinner, you watched as she navigated your kitchen, ducks following her in a line and that's when it clicked, the ducks have imprinted on Alexia, now seeing her as a maternal figure. You quickly snap a pic, sending it to your group chat, a few of the girls tease her for being so soft, others announce their next visit because 'their children are getting too big'.

Alexia notices you giggling at your phone, completely engrossed in whatever is on your screen, she sneaks over - which is very hard to do with 3 very loud side kicks, and snatches your phone before reading your conversation, you see her eyebrows furrow before she huffs, giving you your phone back.

"I'm not soft."

You had to look away as she stormed off, knowing if she heard you laugh it'd make it worse, the ducks following behind in a perfect line.

"Only a little bit but Amor they are so cute playing follow the leader."

You heard a loud huff before your bedroom door slammed, unable to hold in your laugh anymore as you were bundled over, clutching your stomach.

#woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso blurbs

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autistic-coded-tournament · 10 months

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current submitted characters

will be updated as submissions come through.

(long post - list under the cut)

Twilight Sparkle - My Little Pony

Beth Tezuka - Bravest Warriors

Arnold Rimmer - Red Dwarf

The Captain - BBC Ghosts

Morris Moss - The IT Crowd

Nepeta Leijon - Homestuck

Kim Jokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Sousuke Sagara - Full Metal Panic!

Mirabel Madrigal - Encanto

Kagami Tsurugi - Miraculous Ladybug

Taiyou Takada - My Clueless First Friend

Frankie Stein - Monster High (G3)

Jamie Winton - You, Me And The Apocalypse

Mino Naraidate - Ayakashi Akashi

Misumi Ikaruga - A3!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie - Cookie Run: Kingdom

Jotaro Kujo - JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

K1-B0 - Danganronpa V3

Morrigan Crow - Nevermoor Series

Benny - The LEGO Movie

Data - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Malleus Draconia - Twisted Wonderland

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Lilo Pelekai - Lilo And Stitch

Temperance Brennan - Bones

Subaru Mikazuki - My Roommate Is A Cat

Homare Arisugawa - A3!

Ranpo Edogawa - Bungou Stray Dogs

Alhaitham - Genshin Impact

Futaba Sakura - Persona 5

Athena Cykes - Ace Attorney

Midorya Izuku - My Hero Academia

Bakugou Katsuki - My Hero Academia

Iida Tenya - My Hero Academia

Todoroki Shouto - My Hero Academia

Aizawa Shouta - My Hero Academia

Present Mic - My Hero Academia

James - End Of The F***ing World

Chu Sangwoo - Semantic Error

Chalarm - Dinosaur Love

Connor - Detroit: Become Human

Max Caulfield - Life Is Strange

Parker - Leverage

Lan Zhan - The Untamed

Ram - My Engineer

Kim Theerapanyakul - KinnPorsche

Alex Chen - Life Is Strange: True Colours

Penny Poledina - RWBY

Huey Duck - DuckTales

Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia

Mihashi Ren - Big Windup!

Khabluken - Star In My Mind

Akk Pipitphattana - The Eclipse

Scott Summers (Cyclops) - X-Men

Hank McCoy (Beast) - X-Men

Orbulon - Warioware

Benrey - Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

Gilion Tidestrider - Just Roll With It

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Goemon Ishikawa XIII - Lupin III

Ash - Fire Emblem Heroes

Ty Betteridge - WOE.BEGONE

Maria Ushiromiya - Umineko No Naku Koro Ni

Yusuke Kitagawa - Persona 5

Charlie Kelly - It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Rachel Lindt - Worm

Arisugawa Himari (Cure Custard) - Kirakira Pretty Cure a la Mode

Ryan - WOE.BEGONE

Akhiko Sanada - Persona 3

Shadow The Hedgehog - Sonic The Hedgehog

Makoto Niijima - Persona 5

Streber - Spooky Month

Murray Hewitt - Flight Of The Conchords

Noel Gruber - Ride The Cyclone

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Haikyuu!!

Howard Moon - The Mighty Boosh

Mikitaka Hazekura - JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Edward - Cowboy Bebop

MK - LEGO Monkie kid

Red Son - LEGO Monkie Kid

Mitsuru Kirijo - Persona 3

Aziraphale - Good Omens

Nemona - Pokémon Scarlet & Violet

Peter Sqloint - Just Roll With It

Bart Allen (Impulse) - DC Comics

Nanami Kento - Jujitsu Kaisen

Stannis Baratheon - Game Of Thrones: A Song Of Ice And Fire

Inspector Javert - Les Misérables

N - Pokémon Black & White

Vinyl Scratch (DJ Pon-3) - My Little Pony

Coco Pommel - My Little Pony

Alicia Hamilton - LPS Popular

Francis York Morgan - Deadly Premonition

Hunter - The Owl House

Mischa Bachinski - Ride The Cyclone

Auggie Hilderbrant - Scary Movies To Tell In The Dark

Sunny - OMORI

Chris Kirkman - Bravest Warriors

Himiko Yumeno - Danganronpa V3

Espresso Cookie - Cookie Run: Kingdom

#autistic coded tournament #tournament #tournament poll #bracket tournament #tumblr tournament #character tournament

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strawberry-pretzels · 11 months

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WHY IS THERE HUEY X READER SMUT???

HUEY IS 10 YRS OLD

HELLO???? I HOPE ONLY 1 OR 2 PEOPLE READ THAT CAUSE. WHAT.

wait. ISN'T HE A DUCK???? (assuming you're talking about ducktales) WHY ARE PEOPLE THAT COMFORTABLE. AND ALSO AGAIN HE'S NOT EVEN 18 OR ANYTHING.

#🍓 ask #i don't even want to ask where you found that #rj

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ducktales-lucktales · 2 years

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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?

Rooftop

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.

AO3: Link

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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.”

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yandereducktales · 1 year

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Christmas Time

Dewey Duck

Art Found: Dewey

It completely goes over his head that Christmas is near and he has to get a gift for you

He goes shopping last minute, when Huey asks him what he got you

" So what did you get Y/n?" [H]

^ "Why would I have got them something?" [D]

^ "That's a joke right?" [H]

^ "What do you mean?"[D]

^ "Christmas is next week." [H]

^ "I need to go." [D]

^ "That's probably a good idea." [H]

He's losing his mind, because all the good gifts are gone

How could he have forgotten abt Christmas??

How could anyone with a family like his forget such a holiday

He's going to give you the best gift possible, even if on short notice

Louie Duck

Art Found: Louie

He'll probably try and convince Huey to go get a gift for you

Huey will make Louie feel bad, so Louie will be guilted and will accept that maybe it was wrong of him to try to and get his brother to shop for him

I mean you do so much for him, the least he can do is shop for you

He'll want to give it to you in private, because he wants to see your reaction and wants to know if he did it right

Of course you'd be happy with anything Louie gave you

But, in Louie fashion, he put a lot of detail into the gift

Your favorite color, favorite animal, favorite shows, favorite flavors/smells/etc

He's surprised when you give him his gift

You tell him how you had been so excited to give it to him

You thought it was stupid, but he loves it, because it's from him

Huey Duck

Art Found: Huey

He'll be on top of your gift

He keeps seeing things he knows you'll like

He's possibly the best gifter, for everyone in his family

He wraps them impressively

He's really into wrapping and makes them look like things they're not

He's so excited to give you your gift and debates giving it to you early

Would give you the world if you asked

He almost lets it slipped a few times what he got you

You think he's adorable

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did-i-mention-the-shirt · 2 years

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dont judge me

OKAY SO IF I WERE TO "HYPOTHETICALLY" CREATE A BIG BOOK FULL OF DUCKTALES X READER QUIZZES/STORIES ON QUOTEV WHO WOULD YALL WANNA SEE? IN THESE BOOKS???

(Update: It's up! Look at my pinned post <3)

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yandere-toons · 3 years

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Crunch Time 2 | Romantic Scenario

Yandere!Huey, Dewey & Louie Duck

WARNING: kidnapping, car crashes, erotomania, psychological manipulation, toxic mindsets.

A.N. - Sequel to Crunch Time: the most highly anticipated thing I've ever written. For now.

AN EXPLOSIVE GASP erupted in the backseat, mimicking the shrill ascent of a banshee's howl and nearly causing Donald to swerve into the parallel lane. The sailor whipped his head around and clenched his teeth in alarm at the sight of Dewey stretching his legs to their limit and pressing his face against the window.

"Sit down!" His words were garbled by his raspy voice, which imitated someone attempting to speak underwater, but his harsh tone conveyed enough worry to elicit a response from the middle triplet.

"Uncle Donald, stop the car!" Dewey barely had the patience to finish the sentence and maneuvered between different areas of the glass as if searching for a way to float through it.

Sparse vehicles decorated the street, and Donald cursed his luck as he found himself in the busiest lane. An empty cup rolled across the dashboard, its final drops having trickled to the floor weeks ago.

The sailor spared a glance at the sidewalk with which Dewey seemed to be fascinated, but what caught his eye was not the buckteeth of the infamous walrus mascot from Funso's Fun Zone.

Sorrow and a twinge of uncertainty claimed his expression. "Dewey," he chided, fumbling for a gentle explanation of the reality of the problem, "your friend needs a little space. Remember?"

* * *

THE BRONZE LIGHT of the fire, its embers melting and crackling like popcorn, cast a timid shadow across the ire of Scrooge McDuck. Every crack in his rugged beak and wrinkle in his weathered face were visible under the shimmering heat, and the lurid glow reflected in his eyes as if it were a manifestation of the anger that had followed him since an early age.

His black cane curved like a striped holiday candy, tattooing the faded rug that stretched to the borders of his office. No sunlight breached the wine-red curtains that obscured every window and grazed the dusty floorboards.

"Keep this sort of depravity out of McDuck Manor! Until you three bampots can get your heads on straight, I don't want to hear another word about them!" With a commanding wave of his arm that seemed to slice through the possibility of debate, the trillionaire straightened his posture and assessed each of his grandnephew's reactions with dour scrutiny.

Dewey wept as he had been after your departure. A plead for deliverance was screaming at the barest part of his voice, but it was lost in the whirlwind of tears dampening his cheeks. Subtle creaks marred the wooden chair on his left, an indistinct yet rhythmic voice replacing the tyranny of Scrooge's yells.

Huey had clenched his teeth and draped each arm over the opposite shoulder in an 'X' shape, and he rocked like a baby in a cradle, his face acrid and fearful rather than miserable. He had begun to mutter a chronological list of Junior Woodchuck rules upon taking his seat and was approaching the midpoint.

Watching his older brothers unravel like poorly tied shoelaces foiled Louie's cling to the belief that the situation had not exceeded his ability to persuade, for the joke about siblings often attributed the strength to the eldest.

The house that he one day hoped to own gained a foreign hostility. It shook the lackadaisical triplet into a state of apprehension and propelled him to his feet, clasping his hands together in an act of pure impulse.

"Uncle Scrooge, please!"

His voice wavered as his eyes flittered between the myriad trophies that lined his granduncle's desk. "We'll ... We'll be better! We won't keep them all week -- or even all day!"

It was a string of empty promises, for Louie, deep in the part of him that listened to Dewey's sobs and Huey's rants, knew his brothers would never stand by such an arrangement.

He was aware of the personal insincerity that beset his words, too, something which Scrooge acknowledged with a shake of his head.

"You're not hearing me, lad. This little 'game' of yours is over. You ought to know better than most, I won't be having anyone under this roof breaking up families."

Idling on the other side of the door with her head lowered, Webby fiddled with her thumbs and listened as the conversation rose to tumultuous heights and sank to melancholy lulls. She struggled to appease the remorse that was turning her usually delicious lunch into a source of nausea.

Beakley stood beside her with her hands cupped and her eyes facing the solid wood texture of the entrance to her employer's office, a product of the years spent with the paranoid minds at S.H.U.S.H. headquarters.

Webby raised her head and took a step towards the door, but her grandmother rested a hand on her shoulder. Despite the minimal force and soft tone behind it, the duckling understood that her presence was best left unstated when Beakley reassured her, "You made the right choice."

The short, narrow door at the front of the mansion, an anomaly next to the lavish portraits, creaked open with audible hesitancy. "Boys?" inquired a raspy voice, and the perplexed figure of Donald Duck ambled into the foyer. He looked at Beakley with a questioning stare before turning to the office in a moment of suspicion, prompting the housekeeper to expel a quiet sigh.

"Donald, could you accompany me to the kitchen?"

* * *

THE TRIPLETS HAD, in the way a trapped animal foresaw the arrival of a hunter, awaited the eruption of their temperamental uncle's wrath, yet the sailor was oddly reluctant to contribute his opinion to the discussion.

Donald watched the road with depleted mirth for life as if sealing a morose realization behind his weary visage. As his eyelids drooped from a weight much more potent than a lack of sleep, perhaps he blamed every time he had made them stay on the boat rather than allow them to explore.

Like a lightbulb springing into existence at the first sip of electricity, Dewey's bottomless optimism was revived by a mere glance at the street. "I just wanna say hi, I promise!"

Before Donald could expose the inevitability of otherwise, an embittered voice snapped, "Why? They made it clear they don't want to see us anymore." Huey sat on the inner seat with his arms crossed and his shoulders slumped, a mixture of umbrage and despair ruining his posture.

What Dewey viewed as an impossible and horrific conclusion scarred the rambunctious triplet's excitement, but his faith in your connection refused to waver. "Because they're my friend, and I miss them."

Huey slammed his back into the seat and turned his head away. Envy and denial caused his foot to begin tapping the floor as he crossed his legs, an admission of lasting unrest that garnered a look of bewilderment from Louie.

"Dude, are you still mad about that?" The youngest triplet had curled into a ball against the door with his hood pulled over his face, but the commotion drew him out of his brooding.

Fidgeting and waving his arms in mock uncertainty, Huey shook with an agitated chuckle that contained no happiness. "Just -- probably their last day at the manor, and you're the only one who got to spend any time with them."

Dismissing his scornful mood in the pursuit of improving his own, Dewey offered his eldest brother a look of frustration before shifting his attention to the window. The rambunctious triplet squeezed the glass and bared his teeth with so much enthusiasm that his cheeks ached.

A squeal rose in his throat that suggested the desire for either you to inexplicably enter the automobile or himself to teleport outside it, which drew a grumble and an eye roll from Huey.

Passing you shattered his fragile hope as if he were longing to visit his favourite toy store, only to watch a 'closed' sign be placed over the name. "Uncle Donald—" his plea was ardent and borne of juvenile want, but the vehicle proceeded to gain speed.

"No, Dewey," came the sailor's stern reply, his inner sympathy for the duckling's condition buried in the droop of his beak.

Dewey grappled like a wrestler fighting to escape from a headlock with the urge to face his uncle, eyes darting between the corner store and the top of the driver's seat. The shape of you was fading into the crowd and shrinking into obscurity, and he feared that turning away once more would eliminate any straggling traces.

The lock disengaged with a resounding click that echoed in the minds of everyone in the car.

Before Huey could snatch the back of his younger brother's shirt, a potent gust of wind lashed the fresh opening and tossed him against an unprepared Louie, whose face contorted with spooked discomfort as he was pressed to the adjacent window.

The voice of nature was howling and reverberating through the automobile like a palpitating heartbeat.

The addition of screeching tires as the hot asphalt flayed them struck Huey with such paralyzing fright that his fingertips tore bits of leather from the seat and exposed its interior, which was a spongy and pallid yellow.

Donald, following a hysterical squawk that nearly ejected him from the roof of the car, slammed his fist into the child lock. The click was silent among the roars of passing engines, some desperate to avoid a collision and others continuing with undeterred apathy.

It was ultimately a worthless gesture, for the backseat door hung ajar in the push of the wind and the flow of traffic.

As soon as the cement, hardened and rough after years beneath the unrepentant glare of the sun, scraped the soles of his webbed feet, Dewey considered retreating to the familiar walls of the vehicle. A parasitic heat swept across his plumage with the rush of a sports car zooming past, its cherry-red frame rattling from the apparent dragon trapped under its hood.

Bursts of courage began to sever the strings of doubt holding his body as the memory of his mother's adventurous spirit floated to the forefront of his thoughts, and his quivering legs eased into a sprint.

Lurching forward when his robust pressure on the brakes forced the car to stop, Donald slung his arm around the back of his headrest and craned his neck to peer at his nephews. Huey had jumped up as if to pursue Dewey and was observing the street with trepidation, while Louie pulled his hood down with a slow yet evolving curiosity.

The vacant seat beside them etched a terror greater than any beast of earth or sea into the sailor's being.

Each automobile was like a bullet, content to miss him but promising grave injury if touched. Dewey leapt over bumpers and slid underneath tailgates as if he were a ballerina prancing from one side of the stage to another. The latter earned the occasional blast of exhaust fumes, and the duckling collapsed prostrate on the sidewalk with a fine layer of soot coating his feathers.

A couple of bystanders approached him with audible concern, none of whom were the reason for his journey. Their questions faded into nonsensical hums as he lifted his head and surveyed the nearby shops. The tinted windows denied an extensive look inside, and his heartbeat had begun to accelerate when he spotted you strolling in the opposite direction with a paper bag in your grip.

As if injected with pure energy, Dewey sprang from the bumpy concrete and shook like a wet dog to cast off the soot. It drew coughs from the bystanders, a repetitive sound that was quieted by the rambunctious triplet's growing tunnel vision.

The havoc erupting in the street prompted a curious glance from you, and the subsequent twitch of your wrist was interpreted as a sign to follow.

Donald raced across the street in a delirium of panic. His screams of his nephew's name echoed in Duckburg like the tolling of church bells, interrupted by the occasional squawk after a vehicle narrowly avoided colliding with him.

Traffic had stopped as discordant crunches of metal accompanied the blaring horns, and a smoke cloud was billowing into the sky.

Stunned by their uncle's egregious capacity for destruction but thankful for the now-empty street, Huey and Louie dashed ahead of the sailor. They identified the boisterous voice of Dewey among the frightened murmurs of pedestrians and slipped through the crowd, Huey grasping Louie's hand when he attempted to swipe a duck's wallet, to find you observing their sprinting brother with a look of incredulous horror.

The world seemed to slow the closer the duckling came, his feet kneading the ground and his words stretching to incomprehensible lengths.

There was no longer a sweltering heat oppressing you from above but a frigid emptiness as if the pile of cars and rows of stores had vanished like a traveller beholding a mirage of water in the desert.

The rocky texture of the sidewalk gained the smoothness of rich floorboards, and the faces of bystanders, once full of emotion and colour, greyed and morphed into the lifeless indifference of statues.

Bright light, a commodity that should have been abundant in the street, dimmed as old sensations of dread were awakened. It was like your brain forced you to relive the past against your will, a distressing experience that paralyzed your body and left you unable to flee.

Dewey saw your lack of movement as a welcome greeting, and he hugged the arm that clutched the bag to deter you from, in his opinion, changing your mind.

"I knew you wanted me here! Uncle Scrooge and Huey told me I was imagining things, but I knew we were still friends!" The tale of his voyage to reunite with you was babbled in a surge of pride as if his actions were heroic and deserved glory.

Your mind fought to escape, while your body refused to obey.

The mental war that filled you with grand anger and fear was invisible to the outside world apart from the distrait look that numbed your face and the periodic jerk of your head that the duckling mistook for a nod. You gave the illusion of listening, and he was so desperate to preserve what existed only in his fantasy that he believed it.

A shout bellowed from a car's length away on the sidewalk.

"Dewey, let go of them! Can you not tell they're freaked out?" It was noticeable to the perceptive gaze of Huey, whose webbed feet slapped the concrete like yardsticks. He stopped behind his younger brother and, upon turning to you, buried his moment of chivalry in resentment. His glare was that of a disappointed parent after their kid defied their wishes.

The demeaning nature of his stance, arms crossed and forehead creased, was matched by the timidity of Louie's approach, which resembled a fawn leaving its thicket for the first time. The usually lackadaisical triplet's steps were brief and uncertain, and his hood had found itself draped over his slumping head.

A hand emerged from his pocket with a small but valuable collection of prismatic jewels, the sunlight reflecting an array of red, blue and green hues.

"They're a lot better than what I had last time," he promised, as if the quality of his granduncle's gems was the deciding factor in whether the car would return to the mansion with an extra passenger or not. Louie was struggling not to crumple beneath the weight of his self-doubt, for the notion that his greed had cost all three of them your friendship had been squashing his confidence in himself like a fist smashed a bug.

"Bribery? Really, Louie?" Huey criticized his brother's materialistic strategy with a dismayed frown, only to march forward and yank one of Dewey's hands off you. "What they need is a reminder that their life was much better with us than it is without us."

Enraged squawking transcended the wails of ambulances and police cruisers swarming the road.

Huey jumped, loosening his grip on his brother. Dewey looked to ensure that he was facing a different direction before clutching your arm again, and his response to the neurotic triplet's expression of bored irritation was a nervous laugh.

"Boys!" Rage and worry clouded Donald's voice as he charged through the edge of the crowd. His outfit was torn and reeked of motor oil, with several loose feathers drifting around his body. "What were you thinking? You could've been killed!" hollered the sailor among a few obscenities that he stifled so they would not reach the ears of his nephews.

"Uncle Donald, they're not mad at us! They want to come back—" Dewey aired his misguided joy with a bounce of his feet, but his uncle did not wait to hear a bit of it and instead began pulling each triplet away from you. Their outcries were ignored as he grasped his most stubborn nephew with both arms.

Donald, refraining from using his full strength, struggled to break Dewey's hold on your arm. "They need to go home," protested the sailor. He looked at you as if hoping your vocal agreement would convince the duckling to relent. "You want to go back to your parents, don't you?"

Instead of the frantic 'yes' that he expected, your answer shattered his conviction like glass.

"I haven't seen them in weeks."

Releasing his nephew out of shock, Donald watched with dazed concern as the rambunctious triplet scrambled to continue his embrace. It had yet to reach its ultimate potential, but the sailor's attitude towards the entire day shifted. Where guilt and doubt once festered like a disease, interest in your safety and home life blossomed.

Huey and Louie flocked to your side, talk of a permanent residence in McDuck Manor gushing from every triplet and impeding their uncle in his quest for clarification. Haunting scenarios that ranged from a car driving away in the middle of the night while you slept to a fatal accident on a business trip plagued his mind, and Donald was overcome by his fatherly instincts.

"They don't have anywhere to go. Can they stay with us? Please, Uncle Donald?" The blatantly endearing voice from Louie was not what persuaded him, for he had been subjected to it many a time when the lackadaisical triplet wanted something. Instead, the sailor could not confirm that, at your house, affection and a warm meal were anticipating your return.

* * *

A SOLITARY KNOCK was all Donald managed before the door was opened to reveal Mrs Beakley, who grasped the hose of a vacuum cleaner in one hand and the doorknob in the other. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, and Donald reacted to her silent request for his assurance with a grim nod of his head.

Expression becoming one of austere indifference, the housekeeper allowed him entry and counted heads as the porch emptied. She had no intention to linger for the impending confrontation, her footsteps moving to the kitchen to resume cleaning.

Scrooge descended the bottom staircase with his cane jabbing each step before his spatterdashes touched it. "Oi, kids! I hope you've learned your lesson—" his beak was opening to pronounce the next installment of his advice when your presence evoked a bewildered shout.

"Oh, you've got to be pulling my leg!" The waterfowl waved his cane in a show of indignation and pointed it at the triplets, running a hand down his face and gripping the rim of his top hat. "What did I say about taking them from their home?! Their family? Why, in my time, we'd never do a thing so rotten!"

Donald removed his sailor cap and held it to his stomach, fingers kneading the fabric and eyes averting to the tile floor. "Uncle Scrooge, could I have a word?"

The trillionaire paused his tirade, back curved and arm hovering in the air, before returning to a posh stance and looking at his nephew with disbelief. "Dinnae tell me they roped you into their harebrained scheme!"

When the sailor merely offered a despondent expression, Scrooge swung his hand beside his head as if the motion would shame reality into conforming to his wishes.

The quiet patter of webbed feet was the only sound to co-exist with the waterfowl's rant.

"I thought I taught you better than that! You cannae just—"

Upon reaching his cantankerous uncle, Donald whispered a tale that filled the mansion with lurid silence. It lacked many a degree of certainty, but the wrath that had gushed from Scrooge like a blazing inferno vanished in a wave of regret. "What?" he mumbled, his voice a mere whimper compared to his earlier howls.

The creases in his forehead relaxed as his lower jaw sagged. Broad sorrow replaced the narrowed umbrage in his eyes, and before he could drift too far into his childhood, the trillionaire faced his grandnephews with tentative acceptance. "You may just get outta this one, lads."

Cheering overpowered the gloomy quietude that had encased the manor, booming louder than a mortar shelling a hill.

The triplets backed away with noiseless reluctance when their granduncle approached, and Dewey prolonged the process of releasing your arm until you tugged it to your side.

Extending a smile that was meant to inspire security but only caused the pit of your stomach to drop, Scrooge placed a hand on your shoulder. "Welcome to Clan McDuck."

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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