#magic louie

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Does Magic! Louie go out looking for Poe or just stumble upon him?

Follow up: Does Louie know it’s Poe or does he just think “Magic Raven, why not?”

Sort of yes, sort of no! Louie originally intends to locate Poe, but he sets out magic traps hoping to, like, find clues, you know? Sniff out the vague part of the world Poe might be in. (I'm making it canon in the lore that Poe was always in Duckburg, because he was always following Scrooge McDuck. Just. You know. Far away.)

And the first chapter is him going "this is cap" to finding An Actual Raven and doing multiple tests to prove it's bullshit. It's not. He loses his mind.

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Drabble prompt: DT17, Magic Louie, Huey (or Dewey) finds Stash Number Eight

"What... is all this?" Huey asked, jaw agape, and honestly if Louie wasn't in the middle of something he'd probably be a bit pissed at being followed.

Louie looked up from his cauldron, wooden spoon in hand, and hummed a little. "I mean, I did tell you I was busy."

"I thought you were planning a scheme! Not- not this." Huey grabbed the edge of the bubbling brew and looked into it, turning a truly concerning shade of gray. "What are you making? A death curse? Poison? Future sight spell?"

"A bookmark that tells you what line you were on when you have to stop reading," Louie answered, plainly. "And, hey, I can multitask. Violet's giving me two packs of PeP for this bad boy alone."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Coupla months. Actual magic is more Webby's thing- I make potions and the occasional little tchotchke in exchange for goodies."

"Actually, this explains why the girls have suddenly gotten so close to you." Huey picked the bridge of his beak. He waved around the room. "Did they... did you get this weird stuff from them?"

Louie scoffed, a little upset that Huey could think all his treasures came from a group of squirrelly witches. "I'll have you know I five-finger-discounted almost all of these bad boys." He pulled out a sword, which instantly set itself on fire. "Wasn't easy sneaking this bad boy under my hoodie, lemme tell you."

"You stole?" Huey asked; and, impossibly, he turned even grayer. "From Uncle Scrooge?"

"I consider it more as rescuing, personally. He's not gonna use any of it- just lock it up and grumble about it whenever he makes Beakley dust." Louie leaned over to stir the concoction. "The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook is all about not wasting things, isn't it?"

"What if he finds out?"

"I mean, do you think he'll be shocked?"

"No," he admitted, and Louie ignored how that stung a little. It wasn't inaccurate. "But when mom-"

Louie pulled the spoon free, waving it. "Whoa, whoa, hold on there, partner! We are not getting mom involved."

"But-"

"Absolutely not. Della's just like Scrooge- she thinks she knows everything, but she's blind to what's right in front of her." He gestured vaguely to the walls. "You think these magic fortitudes are gonna last forever, Huebert?"

"...Yes?"

"Yeah! They will! And you know why? Because I'm working my tail off to update and perfect them. Dude, they let in a Nightling and Magica de Spell in a shadowy trenchcoat! What if Lena hadn't turned out to be a good person, huh? We'd all be dead." Louie chucked the spoon aside entirely, letting it rest in the concoction, and poked Huey in the chest. "Everyone in this family is so ride-or-die they forget that we can actually avoid the death part most of the time. My job here is to put concrete in those cracks. That's what being a sharpie is. It's what I'm supposed to do."

Huey paused to watch Louie as he took a leathery bookmark and let it fall into the magic sauce, blinking dubiously. "But... is this what you want to do?" he asked.

Louie snorted, shrugged, and took the spoon up again. "Man, I dunno. It feels like it's all I can do."

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Do you have any more headcanons on Magic Louie?

Just a few random, little things!

Webby and Violet got their focusers from Morgana Macawber. She was the only decent witch Lena had heard about in their area, but bc of a longstanding feud between the Macawbers and the De Spells she waited outside to avoid any arguing

Louie's focusing object is a plastic four leaf clover! I know that necklace is in basically all of my Louie stories, but I just really like it. I could absolutely see Gladstone getting a free lucky necklace out of a quarter bandit and passing it off as a gift for the kids.

Louie doesn't have magic. Like, he can't make shit glow or change it with will. He makes potions and can wield magical items.

There's a huge miscommunication in the mansion on who stash eight belongs to. Scrooge thinks it's Webby's, Beakley thinks it's Scrooge's, and Duckworth probably knows the truth but loves the drama

He gets invited to some sleepovers nwo to help with big spell circles and they paint each other's nails while talking about weird evil gods they're gonna slaughter. Louie peaces out for the actual fighting tho

Louie keeps the base of a healing potion simmering for when they return from adventures bc he gets hurt so often

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Drabble Prompt: Magic Study Session with Lena, Webby, Violet... and LOUIE. During which he may or may not tell Lena about Poe.

Louie doesn’t join the sleepovers, per se. He’s not part of their coven. But he knows he’s one of the few ducklings allowed to pop by during them, grabbing ingredients or selling curses for the price of a few good snacks.

Which is, to say, that this is not the first time he’s poked his head upstairs, flask clenched in his teeth, to find things exploding in Webby’s room. It’s just the first time he’s brought his own components with.

Webby viciously shook her amulet as he passed- a startling bright sapphire. “WHY DOES FIXING MAGIC HATE ME SO MUCH?”

“Probably because you like chaos more,” Lena replied, beginning the process of repairing the splinters of what Louie assumed was a dresser. “Fixing magic is a lot more boring than booming things.”

“So much more boring,” she agreed. 

Violet tapped her pen against her notebook, pointing at Louie as he passed. “It could be a matter of the focusers themselves. Louie, when you use-”

“A lucky plastic clover isn’t a focuser, and I’m not a witch,” he reminded her for the umpteenth time. “I just fill the defensive holes Scrooge is too bigoted to work on. Also, I need one of your feathers.”

“What?” Lena asked, but it was too late. Louie stood on his tip-toe and plucked one pink-dipped feather with ease. She yelped and raised a fist. “What was that for?”

Louie dropped it into the liquid, corked it, and began shaking like a madman. “Working on a finding incantation. You’re way less scary to pluck than Magica.”

“See if you feel that way when I stick dye into your shampoo,” she grumbled, rubbing her head.

Violet paused her tapping. “...Why did you require Lena’s feather for an incantation? Have you lost something, Lena?”

“My pride.”

Louie stopped shaking, scanning the ugly bruise color his potion had taken, then went back to it. “Not looking for her, I’m just looking for the De Spells overall. This was a lot easier than trudging through the swamp.”

Lena blinked at him. “Is this about Uncle Poe?”

“You know about him?”

“Of course I do. Aunt Magica wouldn’t shut up about him- she even cried a couple of times. It was pretty messed up. Why’re you looking for him?”

Louie shrugged. “Fixing Uncle Scrooge’s mistake.”

“That... really doesn’t sound like your responsibility, dude.”

“Yeah, well-” he shrugged again- “Somebody’s gotta do it, and it’s not like Scrooge McDuck is gonna admit he made a big oof in public.”

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Hey, sorry for sending an ask out of the blue! A friend of mine linked me your Magic Louie fic and - first and foremost - it’s amazing. So, I was wondering if it’d be okay with you if I use that headcanon in my own fanworks? It just seemed polite to ask. Thanks!

Go right ahead!!!! I'm always happy to see my random stuff stretch, and Louie deserves waaaaaay more love than he gets.

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[[I’d be very interested in Louie doing magic! Especially Lena and Louie bonding, or maybe him slowly realizing that all those weird coincidences as a child are things he can control, and use to his advantage. Or really just anything, i love your writing and I think you’d do some cool things with the concept.]]

I’m planning on having a bit of friendship thing between Louie and the gals! They trade magic secrets and ingredients.