Hello! Back for a new year- and possibly the final year! When I started this it was my freshman year of college, I'm now in my Senior year. I've successfully done the 12 days of Christmas for two years and I'm going to try my hardest to keep up with this year as well. Last year was a bad year for motivation, it was a bad year in general, but I'm hoping to make it through this year since it might be my last, not as a fanfiction writer but as a college student doing crazy challenges and the like.
I'm very, very excited to tackle these stories and these fandoms. I hope you enjoy this year's contribution and that maybe you're motivated to go back and read the previous year's Christmas fics.
My very second Ducktales fic was actually Christmas-themed, it's called Mall Santa and I recommend checking t out if you haven't. I also have another Christmas-themed Ducktales story but I'm more proud of Mall Santa XD
Dec 14th- Black Panther
Dec 15th- Ducktales
Dec 16th- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Dec 17th- Gravity Falls
Dec 18th- Over The Garden Wall
Dec 19th- Legally Blonde Musical
Dec 20th- Kid Cosmic
Dec 21st- Falcon and The Winter Soldier
Dec 22nd- Big Hero 6
Dec 23rd- Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist
Dec 24th- Percy Jackson
Dec 25th- Teen Titans
It was a stupid thing to say, even stupider to say here of all places. McDuck Manor was a cursed place. Things had a way of coming back to bite you here, foolish Christmas wishes, selfish desires, careless words. Donald hadn't really meant it, but he'd said it anyway.
"I wish I was an only child!" Those words had rung in his memory long after Della had fled, hurt and angry. Donald wanted nothing more than to take back those cruel words, but it was too late. His wish had been spoken into existence and the universe had been listening.
The universe was the cruelest teacher, giving 13-year-old Donald his wish, making him go through a Christmas without his sister before saw the error in his ways and broke down, begging to have his sister back. He still remembered how desperate and heartbroken he had been, screaming and crying and apologizing to the universe.
"I wish I had my sister back!"
The alternate version of Uncle Scrooge who had never known Della must have been certain that Donald had been possessed by some sort of Christmas demon until Donald had been whisked away to his rightful reality, getting this final Christmas wish.
And for twelve years, the lesson had been clear, he couldn't take his sister for granted. Sometimes he still slipped up but he did his best to be a good brother. He didn't want to be an only child, he didn't want to be alone. They were the Duck twins and nothing could stop them. Nothing could pull them apart.
Nothing except the cold, heartless vacuum of space.
It was the most difficult time of his life. The hurt and anger he felt, that Della had just left like that, the grief he felt knowing she was gone, that he was alone, and the painful truth, that he wasn't alone, that three little boys needed him to be pulled together enough for all of them.
That was the hardest part. Being full of so much grief and having to find other ways of expressing it because he had to be there for the boys Della had left behind. It hurt that she had left like that but every day he swallowed his anger and his loneliness and tried to look out for Huey, Dewey, and Louie. He never fully gave up thinking that maybe she was still out there, that maybe one day she would return. He wanted her back more than anything in the world, wanted to spend one more Christmas with her and apologize for ever wishing he was an only child. But he had already used his Christmas wish, and the universe had stopped listening to him a long time ago.
The triplets reminded him so much of her. They reminded him so much of himself when he had been their age. He watched them fight amongst themselves, listened to them argue over stupid things, held them when they had nightmares about losing each other. He couldn't tell them that he had nightmares too. He could only hold them close and promise that nothing was going to tear their little family apart.
And when Christmas came around each year he would hide his tears and hug his boys and make it a Christmas to remember, even when times were tough and funds were low. They never complained about the things they lacked, they never seemed to notice that something was missing. In a way, the boys filled the hole in his heart left by Della, in another way they only made him ache more. But he fought through the pain each year to spend Christmas with the family he had left. He took them to see the mall Santa (half because he knew Scrooge would not approve), filled their stockings with dollar store toys and candy, and listened to their Christmas wishes.
And at night, when the boys were in bed and the ghosts of Christmas past had come for him, he would repeat his Christmas wish from all those years ago.
"I wish I had my sister back."