Huey screamed, bracing himself for impact, still clutching Violet's hand as tightly as he could. His beak wasn't too from the carpet now. He could already feel how much this was going to hurt. Then, all at once, the movement stopped. Huey opened his eyes to find himself, Violet, and the chandelier coated in shimmering, blue and pink energy: Lena's magic.

The sorceress herself was not far away, back in her magical outfit, holding her arms and standing as if she were pushing a heavy box across a room. She straightened up, the magic faded, and Huey and Violet fell just a few inches the rest of the way to the floor, chandelier clanking and jostling them slightly.

"Lena! You're awake!" Violet exclaimed.

"Yeah, I just woke up a minute ago. I feel like I might have missed a lot. Let me catch up: Gizmoduck's done for, you guys are entangled in him. Wait, where's Webby?"

Violet and Huey looked to each other sadly. Lena got the message. "Oh." She roved her eyes to the top of the mantelpiece, where Webby stood between her two cloned siblings. "What did she do?"

"She saved your life." Huey said.

Lena smiled. "Why am I not surprised? Aw, Pink." She walked toward the statue. "I'll make this up to you, I swear. Guys, we're gonna kill that thing. Quick question: where is that thing?"

She was suddenly scooped up and carried away, much like Gyro had been, by the purple, slimy tentacle. The Hayfelday brought her up to its face and grinned, even uttering something of a cackle. It squeezed her fiercely. Lena made a weird groaning noise, as if someone were hugging her too tightly. She cringed, gritting her teeth as she waited for the inevitable. Violet stared, wide-eyed. Huey covered his face and moaned. Then,

"Uh, maybe it's just slow going?" Lena called from the monster's clutches. "I'm still fine, guys."

The Hayfelday looked more confused than she did. It squeezed again and again, Lena making strangled gasps each time. Finally, the Hayfelday gave up, lifting its tail to its head and scratching itself, perplexed. Lena, however, got it and facepalmed. "Ohhh! Guys, I'm so stupid! I totally forgot!"

"Huh?" Asked Huey.

Violet grabbed his shoulder, looking delighted. "Hubert! She can't be frozen! The Hayfelday only freezes carbon-based things."

"So?"

"So, I'm a shadow person! Duh! Oh, gosh, I can't believe I didn't remember that until now." Lena laughed, slapping one hand against a coil holding her. She held that hand up to her beak. "Hey, fish face! Didja hear that? You can't touch this! Or, diamond-ify it, anyway. You might as well let me go!"

It seemed to understand, reluctantly opening itself and letting Lena slide out, unharmed.

"Woo hoo! Lena!" Cheered Huey from his prison against Gizmoduck's torso.

"That's my sister from a magical blister!" Violet said. "On that note, do you have enough strength to do some metal-bending? We would very much like to be free."

"You sure? You guys look nice and cozy." Lena teased. The two glanced to each other, blushing. Then, they laughed, fondly taking each other's hands again.

The Hayfelday wasn't done yet. It latched onto Gizmoduck with its jaw and shook the armor prototype violently. Violet and Huey were flung out of the arms of the suit and nearly crashed into a wall. Lena quickly levitated some cushions to where they would land before that happened. The two thumped against the pillows and slid to the floor. "Come on!" Lena said, grabbing one of their wrists in each hand, practically dragging them behind the couch stronghold. "We need a better plan, something that somehow involves, well, this stuff." Lena created a small magic orb in one hand to demonstrate.

"It is a puzzle for sure." Violet said, peering scrutinizingly at the magic. "While your power is capable of amazing things, there is only so much it can do on its own. I'm not sure it's possible to create a cure or weapon against this diamond magic out of pure sorceress power."

"Your magic's been giving you directions all day, right?" Huey asked.

"Yeah, in the form of the world's worst migraine." Lena muttered.

"So, if you just keep following those instincts, we can't go wrong, right?" Huey looked from one of the sisters to the other, seeking reassurance. Neither girl offered any.

And, as if their day couldn't get any more inconvenient, the Hayfelday finally discovered them at that moment and bit down on the couch, dissolving it the rest of the way into a pale pink puddle.

"Run!" Screamed Lena. She bolted away to the other side of the room, rising into the air once again. Violet and Huey tried to follow but soon found themselves cornered. They gripped hands, turning to one another as they ran in vain. "Lena!" Called Violet.

She turned to see the two being surrounded by the Hayfelday's body. "Oh my gosh! Guys, no!"

She lifted them into the air, but she was too late. The Hayfelday knew this trick of hers and still managed to grab the two lovebirds in its coils.

"Well, it looks like you're the last duck standing!" Huey said. "Defeat the Hayfelday! Follow your instincts!"

"We believe in you!" Violet nodded. The newly declared couple turned face to face. "Hey, if I'm gonna go down like this, at least you're right here with me." Huey murmured. "I really like you, Vi."

She smiled, and the smile remained as they became encased in stone, fingers intertwined.

Lena sighed sadly, swiveling in midair. "All right, creep. Looks like it's just me and you. You ready for this?"

The monster came hurdling toward her, fangs bared.

"Oh, that's cool. Cuz I'm really not." In a panic, she zoomed into the sky and grabbed onto the limp chain that the weight of chandelier had snapped minutes before. "Come on, Lena, think. Follow your instincts. Save everyone." She curved back down toward the floor, stopping a little before the fireplace. "Ow! My stupid, stupid head! I can't even focus!"

A great ball of acid sped towards her, and she shot a bolt of magic to intercept it. The two substances impacted, jiggled a little, and then seamlessly fused together, now a very vivid, highlighter pink. Lena had not expected anything like that to happen. "Wait, what?"

She had attacked the Hayfelday with magic, but never attacked a blob of its acid before. Apparently this is what happened if she did. Huh. Neat.

She summoned the new mixture towards her, fingering it. It had the consistency of spaghetti sauce and was so pink it hurt her eyes a little. She felt some unknown force within her making her head throb even more and trying to get her muscles to move a certain way. Her magical side, maybe? Who knew?

Trusting that this strange new part of her knew what it was doing, she rebounded the new substance back at the Hayfelday. It screamed in terror as the pink stuff splashed against it, blackening its skin and melting the slime from off its back. Some of it also slushed onto the nearby Dewey statue. Upon contact, the diamond surrounding Dewey dissolved into nothingness, slowing its spread at his neck, leaving roughly a third of him unfrozen. The boy breathed in and out desperately. "Whew! Okay! That was an interesting experience. What the heck happened here? I could kinda see through the diamond, but not super clearly. Oh, hey, Lena."

She gaped. "Oh, my gosh. You're back. U-unfrozen!"

He looked down at himself, still mostly surrounded in gem. "Uh, yeah, that's one loose interpretation."

"You don't understand. I was just…I just….oh, my gosh, I can't believe it worked!"

"I still don't understand." Dewey said.

The Hayfelday was still screaming and writhing in pain from the injury, completely distracted.

"I may have an idea!" Lena called, soaring away. Gliding a few inches from the carpet, she used her telekinesis to scoop up globs of acid, which were absolutely everywhere. It was a wonder no one had burned their foot in a puddle while fighting. Once she had a ball of it half her size, she gritted her teeth, concentrated, and pushed magic into it with more force than she had ever exerted, except during her battle with Phantom Blot. She infused the acid with as much magic as she could spare.

Before long, she had another pile of the brilliant mush floating above her hands. Having acquired her ammunition, she zoomed upward. Dewey heaved a heavy sigh.

"Okay, yeah, fine. Just leave Dewey in the dark!"

"Quiet." She urged. "Uh, you might wanna shield your eyes."

"I'm sorry, wha-OHH!"

He watched in awe as Lena contracted herself into a little ball in midair, then straitened herself, sending the orb at the slightly confused Hayfelday with the force of an oncoming train. The Hayfelday's eyes widened and it screeched in terror…

BLAM.

Lena averted her eyes from the resulting explosion, feeling something warm smack against her face. After a few more seconds, she hesitantly opened her eyes into a squint.

The living room was completely covered in purple gunk that carried a horrific smell. Lena looked down and saw it was all over her magic outfit. "Oh, great." She muttered. "Hayfelday guts."

She noticed that she no longer felt any migraine, because the Hayfelday, a being with magic as opposite to hers a possible, had been defeated, and her brain no longer felt strained being so close to the Hayfelday. She didn't even know how she knew that. Why did she suddenly know that?

As much as she hated the idea, she definitely needed another long chat with her aunt about her abilities.

She looked up as she heard a small cry. It sounded a little bit like a kitten mewing, but with weird high-pitched screaming mixed it. Lena cautiously hovered over to the epicenter where all the purple goop had spread from. And there she found a teeny, crystalline worm.

The little thing was made completely of living diamond, no longer than her pointer finger. It shimmered as it shimmied across the carpet. Looking closely, Lena recognized the eyes and mouth of the creature, despite the different size and coloring. "Is that you, little buddy?"

It nodded. Either that or she was losing her mind. If she wasn't losing her mind, it was looking directly into her eyes, as if to say, I can't and I won't try to hurt you. It's okay.

Lena cautiously held out a finger, and what was left of the Hayfelday slithered on, nuzzling her palm. Lena giggled. "Okay, you're actually kinda cute." Using her other hand, she magicked a small terrarium into existence, complete with a few twigs and rocks. She slid the miniature monster right on in. It purred and started scooting around, exploring its new home. Experimentally, Lena used her magic to summon a slice of bread from the kitchen. She crumpled it into a ball in her fist, then rolled it into the terrarium. "Here." The Hayfelday rubbed against it curiously, then watched exuberantly as the bread became a diamond sphere. Lena laughed, watching it roll its newfound toy around. "This is all you wanted, wasn't it? You probably didn't even know you were hurting my family. Well, don't worry. Bread has carbon in it. From now on, you'll have all the toys you need."

She set the terrarium on the floor by the fireplace, summoning a lid to cover it so the little terror didn't escape and cause another house-wide epidemic.

"Lena! A little help here!" Dewey yelled. She rolled her eyes, rising further into the air with ease, headache now almost completely gone.

……

The hot pink slime melted the diamond layer from off the rest of the statue, and he gasped and breathed in and out rapidly, stretching out his arms as the diamond slid off from between his fingertips. A few seconds later, Dewey was free of his rhinestone prison. He flexed his fingers and stretched out a little more. "Whew. Okay, I don't know if I'm even close to comprehending what just happened, but that was the coolest darn thing I've ever seen! Lena, what did you Dewey?" He eagerly asked.

She shrugged. "I followed my instincts. Seriously, Magica has a lot of explaining to do."

"Well, it was awesome. That is how you Dewey-"

"Yeah, I get it." She levitated a diamond bucket from the floor into Dewey's hands. "Do me a favor: fill these with that pink stuff over there and help me unfreeze the others."

"Uh, okay." Dewey said, eyebrows raised. "How long have we had diamond buckets?"

"Beats me. It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Dewey shrugged, going over to start scooping up antidote. He made a beeline for the Della statue, splashing her with acid, while Lena cured Daisy and Donald with the leftover glop she recovered from all across the room. As the engaged couple unfroze, the reached for each other desperately. Their two beaks found each other and didn't separate for a scarily long time. Lena looked away. "Okay, ew."

As Della melted back into her old self, she tackled Dewey in a hug. "Oh my gosh, you're alright! You did it! I knew you could!" She looked over to her brother and his fiancée. "Wow. Gross."

"Thanks mom, but it was Lena, not me. Don't tell her, but I've been trying to come up with a good name pun to congratulate her with, but I can't think of anything." Dewey said.

"Welcome back!" Called Lena, tossing a bucket to Della. "Can we just hurry and end this nightmare? Dump the pink stuff on the statues to help me unfreeze them!"

"Well, gosh." Said Della. "She's so sharp and to-the-point. I could have sworn she used to be more Lena-ient." She grinned evilly, turning to Dewey. "Eh?"

"I feel like we could do better than that." Dewey replied.

"Aw."

Lena found another blob of pink antidote, lifted it up, and let it flow over May, June and Webby. The three girls started moving again as diamond disintegrated. Webby ran forward. "Lena, you did it!" She cried, tackling her friend in a hug. "You are amazing! Totally amazing!" She spied the terrarium over her shoulder. "Wait. Is that the Hayfelday?"

"What remains now that I'm through with it." Lena crossed her arms proudly. Webby squealed, falling to her knees in front of the cage. "It's so cute! Why is it so cute? Oh, it's smiling at me! Or is that a leer?"

Nearby, Beakley was freed as well. She sat up and surveyed the house and the purple goop everywhere in it. She smacked her head defeatedly.

"You know, the manor has looked worse." Duckworth informed her, also observing the damage by her side. She casually lashed out and punched the ghostly butler. He puffed out of sight as she did so.

Working together, Webby, Dewey, and Lena hovered above the massive Gizmoduck suit and poured the antidote over the beak sticking out of it. Realizing it wasn't enough, they popped off the helmet, knocking the suit over onto its stomach and revealing a diamond-faced Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera.

"So, are you surprised that Fenton's Gizmoduck?" Webby eagerly asked. Her sorceress friend shrugged. "Eh."

After they got some antidote down his neck, he was finally healed as well, though the suit was covered inside and out with pink magic sauce.

"You kids did it! I can't believe we made it out of this situation! Incredible work!" Fenton said, laying on his stomach on the floor.

Not far away, Della splashed her diamond bucket's contents into Gyro's face, caring little that some landed in his open diamond beak. The scientist reawakened, spitting out acid-magic. "Ack! What in the-what is happening?"Gyro stumbled a few steps forward, glasses askew. He promptly straightened them with a speedily returned formality. "That's it. That is it. I'm never entering this manor again. Getting shrunk down, blasted through time, diamond-ified, I am so done with this! Never again am I crossing this threshold!"

He stalked past Fenton toward the front door, did a double take, scooted back, and very sweetly asked, "Doctor Crackshell-Cabrera..are those HOLES IN THE ARMOR?!"

Fenton rolled over, one hand attempting to cover where the Hayfelday's acid had gotten to the suit in his back. "Of course not, sir. They're just….edgy decorative additions…?"

Gyro did not look remotely convinced.

Louie, meanwhile, unfroze in a daze and stumbled towards his mom and brother. Della saw him as she untangled herself from a hug with Donald and Daisy. "Louie! Louie, oh my goodness, are you okay?" She and Donald enveloped the green triplet in a hug next. He shook his head slightly. "I've been twamatized." He squeaked. He coughed, voice returning to its normal lower frequency. "Sorry. Haven't spoken or opened my mouth for six hours-I meant 'traumatized.' Also, what happened in here?!" He gestured to the decimated, purple room around them.

Dewey tossed a bucket of acid-magic onto Goldie, the one statue that had started it all, and Scrooge by extension. As the diamond melted from off the two older ducks, they gasped and turned to each other.

"Goldie, lass..." Scrooge fingered her jaw.

"Scroogie." She replied, toying with his top hat.

"I don't know precisely what happened while we were out, darlin, but we're clearly not dead." Scrooge said.

She nodded. "Not even close." She gave him a short but passionate kiss. As they broke apart, the two tenderly embraced. Webby and her sisters watched from not far away, all three grinning from ear to ear. They tentatively made their way up to the mostly melted statues. "Dad?" They asked.

He turned to them. "Hello, girls. As you have probably guessed, Goldie is going to stay here for a month or two-"

"And then she'll be our mom?" June eagerly interrupted.

The couple glanced at one another. "Well," Goldie said, "I need to get used to domestic lifestyle again, and see if adventuring with all of you lives up to my usual thrill and danger standards, and then-"

"We can start with the the wedding plans!" Webby said.

The elderly ducks blushed. "We'll see." Goldie said.

"Which, of course, is just Goldie language for, 'yes.'" May said. Webby, May, and June trapped them in a tight hug before another word could be spoken, taking the two off guard. Goldie looked at Scrooge and shrugged as if to say, Hey, she said it, not me.

He awkwardly shrugged back.

As the newfound, sort of family finished reconnecting, they all joined the rest of the ragtag group mingling in the center of the room.

The girl triplets found the other kids huddled together, where Lena recounted what had happened after most of them had frozen.

"Okay, that's awesome and all, but when did all this start happening?" Dewey asked, gesturing to Violet and Huey.

They both glanced down, seeing that they had subconsciously joined hands again. They went a little red.

"You could say that we came to a certain understanding while in a precarious situation." Violet said. She leaned over and kissed Huey's cheek. Huey touched where her beak had been on his face, smiling lovingly at her.

The kids reacted explosively by dancing around the two and screaming, while the young couple awkwardly laughed along.

Fenton smiled, watching the scene unfold from a distance. He noticed the time the clock inside his visor displayed. "Holy Hayfelday! It's almost dark out. I should be at home with my Gandra! Excuse me, please. It's been a super fun and not at all scarring afternoon, but I've gotta go now!"

Gizmoduck slammed his helmet back on and wheeled out of the living room, calling, "Mr. McDuck, do you mind if I raid your fridge a little?"

"Er…" Scrooge replied.

Fenton was already in the kitchen. "Let's see, she'd like this, and this, and, ooh, how about this…"

He came out with at least seven containers of ice cream in his hands. "I'll pay you back, sir. Thanks, guys! A superhero's wife will be very thankful for these, I promise! Farewell!" Gizmoduck zoomed toward their entryway, Duckworth opened the door, and he soared out into the open sky.

"Well, that certainly happened." Beakley said. "In other news, it appears the threat has been dealt with, mostly."

"Can we keep him, granny? Please? He likes freezing bread balls!" June said, holding up the terrarium for all of them to see.

"Uh, well..." Beakley said hesitantly. "Alright. As long as it stays in the cage at all times."

"No problem!" The three girls chirped.

"Well, I'm just wondering who's gonna clean all this up. I mean, most of the carpet is definitely gonna need redoing. The actual floor, too. A lot of decorations need replacing. So, who's most responsible for this?" Louie wondered.

They all turned and looked right at Goldie.

……

Two and a half weeks later…

"And, that about does it." Goldie hammered in the last nail securing the last portrait in place, wiping down the glass of it one last time and finding a few small chunks of Hayfelday gut that she could have sworn she scrubbed off already. She was dressed in jeans and a loose button-down shirt, and her golden hair was tied back in a red bandanna.

"You happy now?" Goldie called out to Beakley from across the room.

"Oh, indefinitely, yes." The housekeeper replied. "I'm just glad I didn't have to have a part in it."

"It looks even better than before, mommy!" Called May.

She set the hammer down. "How many times do I have to tell you? I-"

"You'd best give up, lass." Scrooge entered the room. "They have their minds made up that you're their mother, and nothing's changing that."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, we're not even married…yet." Goldie winked. Scrooge, yet again, reddened. "T-the house does look great, love."

Besides the introduction of Goldie into the family and the complete redoing of the entire upstairs and living room of the manor, there were still quite a few changes to daily life in the manor.

When Quackfaster discovered what Webby, Huey, and Violet had let happen to thirty irreplaceable books of the archives, she demanded a lifetime of servitude from them. Luckily, Scrooge had stepped in compromised with only a week of servitude, which the kids had already cheerfully lived out.

Daisy had moved in not long after the incident to be closer to the family. She and Donald were looking forward to their wedding in a few months and Daisy had already begun planning every little detail, including the designs for her handmade dress. The three sisters, especially May and June, tried to assist whenever possible.

The Hayfelday now resided in the mansion as well. It sat in its terrarium on the kitchen counter, twenty-four seven. They each took turns giving it a bread ball in the morning, which it sometimes ate, sometimes diamond-ified to cuddle and play with, and sometimes rejected and tried to bite the finger of whoever presented the offering that day. (Usually Donald.) To make things more interesting, Webby and Dewey had been teaching themselves to carve bread into little figurines of the various family members, which the Hayfelday seemed to appreciate much more.

And of course, whenever Huey and Violet were in the same room together, you could bet that they would be holding hands, content smiles on their faces. Like Scrooge and Goldie, they were a newly declared couple still trying to figure things out. But that didn't change how perfect they were for each other or stop them from trying to be even better for each other.

A lot had changed in the manor in only a month. But, for the most part, the changes were welcome. They made the McDuck family bigger and even more hectic.

And much, much better for it.

The End

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Authors Notes: Ta da! I'm finally done!

This last chapter was written mostly in a single day, so if it seemed rushed or flawed, that's probably why lol.

Seriously, though, I can't say enough how fun this story was. I'm thankful to all the reviewers that boosted my confidence. You guys are one of the best parts of this website!

I'm not sure about it just yet, but I might write a couple of one-shots revolving around things I explored or briefly mentioned, like Goldie adjusting to mansion life, Fenton giving that ice cream to Gandra and just being all-around an amazing husband, and Lena learning even more about her newer powers from Magica. (Once I find more inspiration, that is.)If you have any requests, feel free to leave them in the reviews! I'll look them over for ideas.

Besides Ducktales, there's a high chance I'll post older things related to Gravity Falls, such as a story my sister and I are working on that we never finished for some reason. I also found two old Phineas and Ferb fanfics of mine that were a lot funnier than I remembered, so I might post them someday.

Thanks again, everyone! Stay amazing!

-MMMAAGGICCC