So! I finally finished a reader-insert! I mean, not that that’s unusual or anything, but I was pretty darn inspired. Ducktales 2017 is pretty awesome, and this reader-insert is focused on Magica De Spell from the new series. I love her in every series, and I’m sure I’ll write about her every iteration, but she’s just so perfect in the reboot! Very excited to hear more about her.
Anyhow, in this story, the reader is a bit older, but that’s just because I’m a bit older. It’s easy to ignore, though, if that doesn’t apply to you. It’s only mentioned once.
Enjoy!
A Ducktales Fanfiction
Ship: Reader and Magica De Spell
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Implied sexual content
“You look even more delectable than usual,” Magica said, slinking around you in your outfit. “Black is definitely your color, darling.”
It was Halloween dress-up day at work. This year you decided to go with something simple. You had at least thought it would be. You weren’t expecting a visit from your favorite witch.
“I am an expert on the subject, after all,” she continued. “Though, I’m not sure why anyone would use a plastic broom. It’s very tacky.”
“Maybe I don’t want to blow my cover,” you said back. “Who’s going to burn me at the stake if I carry around a plastic broom?”
Magica frowned. “That is very offensive, young lady.”
“I’m not that young,” you responded, trying to apply some make-up. “I’m almost 31 years old.”
“Practically still swaddled in your receiving blanket compared to yours truly.”
“Mine truly?”
She scoffed. You chuckled, applying finishing powder and setting spray. Magica waved her hands in a vain attempt to keep the dust and moisture away from her. You turned to her and smiled.
“How do I look?”
“Like you’re not going to work today,” she responded, coming closer. “You tell that wretched boss of yours that it is an affront to me to force you to work on All Hallow’s Eve.”
You rolled your eyes and continued packing your purse to go. Magica put her hands on her hips, watching you toss your phone, your wallet, and your keys into it.
“I can’t just skip work for no reason,” you began to explain. “I just got this job, and I need it.”
“I can take care of you,” Magica said, huffing. “That disgusting little twerp won’t have an empire forever.”
“Waddle is a pretty stable company, Magica.”
You didn’t need to see her face to know she was pouting. You didn’t want to go to work when she visited you, either, but you were an adult, and you wanted this job. You finally felt like things were becoming steady. You worked with adults that acted their age. It was a dream come true.
“I’m even more stable than he is,” she said, her voice a lot closer. You turned toward the source of the sound and she was right there. You gasped softly, suddenly pinned to the door you stood next to.
“M-Magica,” you breathed. You barely had a chance to say more, ensnared in a soft, demanding kiss. Her fingers traced up your neck, nails grazing your skin. Her hand cradled your cheek and you pressed into the kiss.
Her hands slipped into your hair and you felt yourself relax into the kiss. Magica was being very convincing, something she happened to be very skilled at. You felt her knee rub against your thigh, against the nylons you wore.
Moments felt like eons, and you caught your breath when she finally ended the kiss. You were a little disappointed that her touch could so easily sway you. That was just the effect she had on you, though.
“Stay here,” she said, her voice down to a purr. “You haven’t given me the chance to properly ravish you in a while.”
You nodded, pawing for your phone. She handed it to you, and you frowned. Magica had a back-up plan, apparently. She backed off, allowing you to call the office’s call-in line.
Minutes later, you were back up against the door. Her hands caressed your curves, and you kept your gaze with hers.
“Tell me what you want, darling,” she said, her fingers playing with the fabric of your dress.
“Kiss me,” you breathed out.
Magica obliged happily, leaning in and pressing her beak against yours. One of her hands snaked around the small of your back and pulled you against her, and the other was in your hair. Just a kiss and you were hers. She never had to try very hard to win you over.
“M-Magica, please,” you begged as soon as she parted from you. “Would you..?”
Then again, you seemed to have the very same effect on her. In a split second, the sorceress was pulling you behind her to your bedroom. It was only moments later you found yourself on your bed, Magica crawling over you, her hands all over you. Your witch hat lay discarded on the floor, and as the night progressed, the rest of your outfit, and her outfit as well, ended up in a pile near it.
“Magica, you’re going to run me into the poorhouse,” you commented a bit breathlessly.
She just smiled, praising you with a soft kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you responded, snuggling up against her beneath the covers.
She held you close, letting out a sigh of content. “Goodnight, my love.”
You both fell asleep, exhausted, and a good night it had turned out to be.​
Because I am head over heels in love with every iteration of Magica De Spell. This one I was mostly using reboot Magica. I love ballet and Tchaikovsky and Sleeping Beauty in general, so this one is based off a reader that enjoys that. The rings are in reference to an earlier part that I’m still working on (they’re both shaped like swans) but I just REALLY wanted to share this. Enjoy!
“But we’re not strangers,” Magica said, leaning in closer to you.
Magica knew it was you. Countless hours of contemplating, of being distracted from her actual reason for coming to Scrooge’s masquerade ball in disguise. You clouded her mind and it was driving her up a wall. Now, her fingers played with your hair as she lead you in dance. By this time, she was ready to stop loving you from the shadows.
“We’ve met before,” she continued. “Once upon a dream.”
Pure glee coursed through her, hearing your soft gasp at the words. Magica knew you intimately, but she craved to know more. She pulled you close, and you stared up at her.
“Who are you?” you asked softly.
Magica held up her hand, revealing a ring you recognized instantly. Your gasp this time was sharp. She savored it.
“Y-you’re M-Magi—“
“Shh, darling. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”
sort of looking through my old fanfiction. i found some johndave! its pretty okay.
this was originally written for zomgizzy
and it was on my old writing blog
A Homestuck fanfiction
Ship: JohnDave (John Egbert and Dave Strider)
Rating: Everyone?
Warnings: None
“Egbert, shut up and kiss me,” Dave said, yanking his best friend over. John stared with a hint of incredulousness.Â
“But Dave, I’m—”
Dave heaved the weightiest of sighs and lowered his shades a bit.
“I swear to God, if you dont let me kiss you, I will walk out that door and you probably won’t see me for, like, maybe five hours. I guess,” Dave said, sounding thoughtful at the last bit. John shook his head.
“No no, Dave, that’s—”
“If you say you make one more reference in denial to your deeply closeted homosexuality to me, I swear on my brother, I will—”
His speech was cut off and he was coerced down by the grip of two hands on his shirt. An unsteady, but meaningful kiss was planted on his lips. Dave’s glasses fell down the arch of his nose and he hurriedly adjusted them to hide the surprise in his eyes and attempted to piece together his broken composure.
But obviously he was stuck in some horrible reality where Dave Strider was suddenly rendered incapable of coherant speech and thought, and all that was floating through his mind was John Egbert’s awkward, inexperienced kiss. All he could think about were the slightly chapped lips against his own, and how he had thought about wanting this, and how the real thing was so much more rewarding and wonderful than any scenario he had ever dreamt up. It wasn’t what he expected, no, but it was real, and the real thing was better than a million fantasies.
After what seemed like ages, but was only maybe ten seconds tops, John separated from Dave. Still juggling about a million of the cool phrases he had prepared for this moment after their first kiss, he stared at his friend, most likely not knowing about the flush that was rising on his tanned skin. The dark haired teen shook his head.
“There, you got what you wanted now, right?”
The blonde stood there, shocked. John coughed a bit.
“John, what the fuck—”
“If you had let me finish, you might have actually heard me when I was going to tell you that I’m coming down with a virus, dumbass.”Â
John sniffed and gave Dave a pat on the shoulder. A bit dumbfounded, and the words continuing to elude him, he just idly stared at his friend, that tinge of red still remaining on his freckled cheeks. John let out a chuckle and turned on a friendly grin.
A Fairly OddParents/Danny Phantom fanfic
Ship: N o n e
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None
Hands down, Danny was the best babysitter Timmy had ever had.
He had expected tonight to go down horridly. What with his parents ditching him again for the Dimmsdale Annual Taco Convention. He had wanted to go with them for the past three years, and every year they promised he could tag along. And every year, they made an excuse. It was getting old really fast.
And then he found out his godparents were ditching him for a party. Apparently, as Wanda had explained, Jorgen was hosting a party and wanted everyone to come. Knowing Jorgen, though, if Cosmo and Wanda didn't go, he'd have probably dragged them there. Poof was with Mama Cosma, simply because after the last time Timmy watched Poof, they lost trust in him completely. Then again, he supposed that he couldn't be upset about that. He'd probably do the same thing in their situation.
But either way, he was all alone tonight. Well, alone aside from a babysitter. At first he was very upset at the idea of a babysitter. He was going to be stuck with the usual babysitter, Vicky. The teen set on making the lives of everyone around her miserable. But not tonight though. Apparently she had come down with some sort of flu along with the rest of her family. So that meant she had to stay home and terrorize people in her own home as opposed to Timmy's.
As bad as he felt for Vicky's family, he was thankful. Because Vicky was sick, he didn't have to deal with torture. And even better, he got stuck with a pretty awesome babysitter instead.
"Hey, you want the last pizza roll?"
The ten-year-old's blue eyes shifted to the teen sitting next to him on the couch. Danny's face reflected the bluish light coming from the TV in the dark room as he stared down at Timmy, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, no, you can have it," he replied. This was great. Danny was great. Danny was awesome. Danny was everything Timmy could ever want in an older brother.
Being an only child, it got lonely. He often wondered what it was like to have an older brother. One time he had wished for one, but like most of his cool wishes, it backfired. His older brother was perfect--too perfect. He almost got shipped abroad because his older brother wanted to better his education.Â
Danny was different though. People weren't meant to be perfect. Flaws were, essentially, what made a person different. Perfection was boring. Little quirks were what made life interesting. And since Danny wasn't just some wish, premade to Timmy's liking, he was full of imperfections. Timmy wasn't that much the type for deep thinking such as this, this was exactly why he liked Danny.
Earlier, Timmy had been playing his Crash Nebula game with the older boy. Danny helped him get past that stupid part with the plant, something he had been struggling with for ages. Danny had beaten it like it was nothing. Then he went on to beat even more of the game, and even beat the high score. It would be an exaggeration to say that Timmy was amazed at Danny's gaming skills, but that wasn't to say Timmy wasn't impressed.
Later on, Tootie had called up and Danny answered for Timmy, faking Spanish into the phone, because the younger seriously seemed horrified that she had called. With much relief, after the call had taken place, they laughed it up. The brunette went into detail about his stalker. While he didn't mind Tootie, he wished sometimes she would back off.Â
The two blue-eyed boys decided they were hungry eventually and they scrambled out into the kitchen, sliding in their socks on the linoleum flooring and nearly falling. Another good round of laughter filled the kitchen and they straightened themselves up. Danny suggested pizza rolls. And Timmy thought that sounded delicious.
So now they were sitting in the front room, watching Wrong Stop 3: Roadside Terrors on a channel his parents were too protective to even let Timmy know about. The room was darker than an ace of spades and it made the movie ten times scarier than it would have been otherwise. It was a bad movie, though, so Timmy wasn't scared at all.
"I can't believe you're letting me watch this with you," Timmy said, curling up under the blanket. The dark-haired teen looked at Timmy out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
"No big deal," he said. "I used to sneak into scary movies at the theaters with my friends when I was your age. Wait, you're not scared, right?"
Timmy shook his head. An entire channel dedicated to horror entertainment and all of it wasn't scary at all? He'd seen scarier stuff when he'd snuck in on the TV shows that his parents watched. And his parents watched the dumbest shows on earth.Â
It was getting late though. Every second that passed, Timmy realized that he was a second closer to his parents coming home. And unlike whenever Vicky babysat him, he didn't want tonight to end. He wished they'd come home late, or perhaps not even until tomorrow or the day after. Maybe go on a taco bender? Was there even such a thing? And when did Timmy even figure out what a bender was?
Either way, he just wanted to spend more time with Danny.
Unfortunately, like most good things, the night would end. Danny would go home, and Timmy's parents would show up. Then his godparents and Poof would come home, and the 10-year-old would wave goodbye to Danny as his parents came to pick him up and they would drive back to Amity Park.
But for now, Timmy didn't want to think about that. He wanted to watch this horrible movie with Danny and laugh at the bad effects. He wanted to pretend, if not just for a tiny bit, that this was what it would feel like to have an older sibling.
A Codename: Kids Next Door Fic
Ship: 1274 (Nigel Uno and Chad Dickson)
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None
There was nothing more maddening than a stubborn friend, and yet there he was, lounging around with a close friend who refused to open his eyes and see what was in front of him. The blond's eyes were gazing out through the glass dome sheltering them from the black and cold of space. Stars glittered across the sky, and all that Chad's only friend could do was complain about how much he missed his friends and lament about his break-up from his girlfriend. The loss of both of these things had happened several years ago, and one might think that by this time, he would have had the time to just get over it.
Nigel Uno wasn't like that, though.
"And if it weren't for that blasted treehouse, I wouldn't have lost my girlfriend, you know?" he continued. "She and I would have still been an item. She could have possibly even been here with me, Chad."
Chad didn't respond. It was irritating, but he didn't want to start anything. It was only lunchtime, and he didn't want to go another round with him like had happened so often in the past. Now it was just getting old. It wasn't even worth it to mention how irritating it was. Not to mention that Chad had always been at a premium when it came to friends. Currently, Nigel happened to be his only friend. It wasn't easy making and keeping friends when you were most well-known for having defected from the Kids Next Door after succeeding in detaching the Moonbase and attempting to cause it to careen into the sun. Nigel was one of the few who actually believed that Chad would not once again ditch the Kids Next Door or try to sabotage Galactic Command in any way.
"Don't you ever miss anyone from back on Earth, Chad?"
He looked over at Nigel, who was looking at him inquisitively. Just about the only people Chad really missed from back home were his parents, and he wasn't even allowed to inform them of where he went. With them having gone to the dark side back when Chad was twelve, there was nothing he could really do to change that situation. At times, he envied Nigel for the Kids Next Door basically being in his blood. He was brought back down from his thoughts when his bald friend cleared his throat, obviously vying for some attention.
"Well, Chad?"
"To be honest? No. Not really."
Nigel stared at him a bit, seeming as though he was having a bit of a time trying to comprehend not missing anyone from back home. Chad's eyes were once again set upon the vast sky, or what would have been a sky had the ship its own atmosphere. There was another long stretch of silence before Nigel inquired further.
"Why not?"
A sigh filled the air and Chad looked at Nigel. The light reflected off of his glasses, giving a glare that prevented him from seeing past the lenses and thus allowing him to see his eyes. Since leaving Earth, he had once again begun to wear his old specs, the pair he wore when Chad had first fought him back in the Arctic Training Base. He didn't really have an answer prepared for the question Nigel had asked. The question was so broad and vague that no one could possibly think up an answer in seconds. With a bit of a grimaced look on his face, Chad sat up, propping himself up with his hands, digging them into the grass specially grown to make this ship homier to the two of them. The assumedly artificial wind whistled through the young trees scattered throughout the skydeck-turned-park.Â
"You know, if I had an answer, I'd tell you, but unfortunately I don't."
Nigel adjusted his glasses with his index finger, pushing them up the bridge of his nose and paying his full attention to his friend. A look of intrigue was staring back at Chad as he finally gave him a glance.
"No girlfriend? Or friends in general?" he questioned, not wanting to let go.
"Not really."
"It must have been nice to be able to so easily cut off ties with our old home world then," Nigel said quickly, a tinge of bitterness sneaking into his tone. "I only wish it was that easy for me to forget about Lizzie and--"
"You know, sometimes I wonder why you have such a hard time seeing what you've got right here with you instead of dwelling in the past and obsessing over a girlfriend who by now has to be in her late teens. It's been seven years, Nigel."
"But--"
"Sector V and Lizzie are both still on earth, infected by adulthood. You're not going to reverse anything by taking for granted everything and everyone you've got here and romanticizing your past."
Chad stood up. Nigel stared up at him, a bit shocked.
"But I left everything I ever cared about back at home."
The blond let out an annoyed sigh, irked. "Well, thanks, then, for that."
With that, he took his leave, leaving Nigel to deal with his homesickness on his lonesome. He didn't feel like sticking around and being unappreciated and not to mention insulted by the only friend he had on the entire ship. He had been offering Nigel nothing but his friendship and support for all of these years, but it was always the same. It was never enough for Nigel. Chad didn't think anything he could do for him would ever be enough.
