The Mango Mooncake Incident (Disneyverse Snippet)
Mozenrath is minding his own business in the Outside World until he overhears Bradford Buzzard threatening to erase magic. Mozenrath responds in the pettiest, most Mozenrath way possible: weaponized mango mooncakes.
Modern AU, petty sorcery, food‑based revenge, mild crack vibes, Mozenrath being Mozenrath.
Hot Topic smelled like incense, vinyl, and teenage rebellion. Mozenrath fit right in.
He stood in the middle of the store, black coat sweeping behind him like a dramatic cape, judging a wall of band tees with the same intensity he used to judge incompetent sorcerers.
He wasn’t doing anything suspicious.
He wasn’t plotting anything.
He wasn’t even hexing anyone.
And drinking a Starbucks black coffee so bitter it could strip paint.
He lifted the cup, took a sip, and muttered under his breath:
“This tastes like despair. Perfect.”
Not clearly — just background noise drifting from the mall corridor. Bradford Buzzard’s monotone corporate drone and Scrooge McDuck’s booming Scottish thunder. They were arguing about something, voices rising and falling like two angry geese.
Until the words cut through the noise like a blade.
The coffee hovered near his mouth.
His soul left his body, circled the mall, came back wearing brass knuckles.
Erase his mother’s magic?
He set the coffee down on a shelf of Nightmare Before Christmas mugs and whispered:
“Oh, you picked the wrong sorcerer today.”
He could turn Bradford into a duck‑shaped mamluk and call it a day.
But that would draw attention.
And Mozenrath was trying — trying — to be subtle in the modern world.
“What would Mother bake?”
His lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.
Pulled out Morgiana’s mango mooncake recipe — the one she used during festivals, the one he pretended he didn’t remember by heart.
Then he added the potion.
Not a romantic love potion.
Just a taste‑obsession enchantment — a spell that made the eater fall hopelessly, embarrassingly addicted to the flavor.
And you will do anything to get more.”
He boxed them neatly in a sleek black gift box.
“Complimentary samples from a local bakery.
He teleported the box directly onto the conference table where Bradford and Scrooge were still arguing.
Then he went back to Hot Topic.
And picked up his coffee.
Bradford Buzzard took a bite.
Scrooge McDuck took a bite.
They stared at the box like it contained the secrets of the universe.
“Aye, I’d trade me Number One Dime for more o’ these.”
They called the “bakery” demanding more.
There was only Mozenrath.
Watching from across the mall, sipping his coffee, smirking like a smug goth gremlin.
“Erase magic? Try erasing your cravings first.”
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