#I am not doing Scrooge’s accent

[geminialchemist]

Another addition to my “Evil” Webby AU, which I should probably name. Eh, problems for later.

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The boardroom was still and full of tension, the only noise being the ticking of a clock on the wall. The two opposing parties, one Scrooge McDuck, the other, his Board of Directors, each stared each other down in complete and total silence.

Seeing as neither side seemed to want to address the elephant in the room, Bradley coughed into his clenched feathery fist, and decided to bite the bullet, boredly asking, “Would you care to explain what exactly is going on here, Mr. McDuck?”

Scrooge played dumb, blinking in faux surprise at the question, “Oh, yes. It’s take your daughter to work day, isn’t it?”

Beside him was Webby, her eyes barely peeking up past the edge of the table for how short she was. She simply waved at the Board members who decidedly did not wave back.

Bradley grimaced at the girl, one he recognized on sight. He wondered what she was up to, what she could have told the old adventurer. But for now, he decided to play as dumb as Scrooge was. “I wasn’t aware that we had a… ‘take your daughter to work day.’ Or that you had a daughter to begin with.”

Scrooge shrugged easily, “You don’t know a lot about me, Bradford. I mean, my family isn’t really your business-“

“Your family is our business. Your name is on the front of the building.” Bradford corrected humorlessly.

“-as for ‘Take your daughter to work day,’ I implemented it meself. About an hour ago.” He added that last part under his breath, casting a glance at Webby, who had snuck into his limo’s trunk when he hadn’t been looking. “I figured Webby here could use the chance to see what her ol’ man did, get an appreciation for the family business!”

“Right…” Bradford droned, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

The two groups lapsed back into silence for a moment, the ticking of the clock deafeningly loud. Glancing at the clock, Scrooge, looking for any way to get away from these vultures, declared, “Well, would you look at the time! How about we break for lunch? A productive meeting, as always, yes.”

The McDuck slide his chair back and began to quickly trod out of the room, cane in one hand, the other guiding Webby by the shoulder. Webby’s brow scrunched up, “But Dad, it’s only a quarter til eleven…”

“It’s close enough to lunch to get away from those blimy freebooters,” Scrooge muttered under his breath, readjusting his hat. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his wallet and, with some emotional and mental difficulty, parted with a single dollar bill, “Here you go, lass. Go get something from the vending machine down the hall. I’ve got some actual business to attend to up in my office upstairs, you can meet me there when you’re done.”

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Webby impatiently tried to flatten the bill Scrooge had given her, one that had likely been sitting inside his wallet since before she was born from how worn out it was. She stuck it in the machine, only for it to reject the dollar for the upteenth time, prompting her to try to get rid of the creases once more. Those chips would be hers!

The shadow of a vulture crossed over her, and she turned, craning her neck upward to meet the eyes of Bradford. The buzzard glared down at her for a moment, then took out a bill from his own wallet, putting it in the machine himself and selected an item. A simple bag of plain, unsalted nuts.

As Bradford bent down to reach for the bag, he paused while his head was craned down to Webby’s height, “What does he know?” Bradford demanded to know, volume low to keep from prying ears, but voice laced with threats.

Webb- April, bounced on heels of her webbed feet, pondering the question. “He doesn’t know anything. I just fed him a story about me being his long lost daughter to get into the house.”

“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Bradford sneered, tearing open the bag of peanuts with barely restrained force. To think decades of work could possibly be undone by one teenaged duck!

“Proving myself!” April declared, straightening out the bill in her hands to try the machine again. “I know you were going to have me decommissioned, and I want to show you I can get the job done! That I’m worth keeping around!”

The machine finally accepted the dollar bill, April giving a cry of victory, “Aha! Finally, salty deliciousness has never tasted so sweet!”

Grabbing her bag of chips, April turned back to Bradford. “I’m going to show you what I can do as an agent for F.O.W.L.! I’ll help you take down Scrooge from the inside! And, well… there isn’t exactly anything you can do to stop me.” She said in an innocent tone, tossing a chip into her mouth.

Bradford nodded in agreement at her statement, beak clenched. “Yes, I suppose you are right. I’ve seen firsthand the lengths Scrooge is willing to go to hold onto his family when they go missing. Having you removed now would be nearly as big a mistake as you being there in the first place.”

Straightening his back, Bradford continued, “Very well, I will… reluctantly give my blessing for this mission. It isn’t what I intended for you, but if you can get rid of Scrooge, I’ll take that as an acceptable result. Finish the job, and I’ll consider rescinding your termination from F.O.W.L.”

April gave a salute with greasy, corn-chip stained hands, “I won’t let you down, boss!”

Bradford grimaced at the display, then turned his back to the girl and trudged off. But even a broken tool has its uses, Bradford supposed. She had been meant to find the papyrus of binding, to undo Scrooge and all his adventures, but she had failed at that. Perhaps she could still prove useful enough to get rid of Scrooge, or at least keep him distracted enough with this father-daughter act to keep him out of F.O.W.Ls plans.

His stomach acted up, deepening his grimace and causing him toss his remaining peanuts into the trash. This is why he didn’t like to deal with children, they gave him ulcers. She’d have to go once Scrooge was gone. Those two were too much alike for their own good.

[hikarry]

Do you ever think Aziraphale watches Ducktales and went he hears Scrooge speaks he is like "...wait!"

"Why were you watching cartoons anyway?"

"That's not the point, Crowley." Aziraphale points at the tv. "Listen." They both keep quiet as the animated wealthy duck speaks to his house keeper.

"So?"

"You don't hear it?"

"Hear what?"

Frustrated, Aziraphale huffs and grabs the tv remote, turning up the volume.

"It sounds exactly like you! But Scottish!"

"Ngk-" Crowley looks up at the ceiling, moving his hands nervously as he searches for the sunglasses on the side table without looking at it.

"Crowley?"

"Mhm." He finally finds the glasses and puts them on, getting up from the sofa. "Gotta go, angel. Fun evening but cartoons are not my-"

"Wait up!" Aziraphale holds him by the arm, stopping him from taking another step forward. "You are nervous." He feels the muscles under his fingers tense up. "You are! You are lying to me!" The angel gets up, ever without letting go of the arm, and walks until he is face to face with the demon. "What are you hiding."

"Mrgyeahknownothing."

"Crowley-!"

"It was just for fun!"

Both fall silent, looking at each other.

"...What?"

"You know I created Disney. Greed and controlling the minds of the young and whatnot." Crowley starts gesticulating quickly, ever without looking directly at Aziraphale. "And then they decided to remake Ducktales and I thought 'Oh, that show was popular back then. And I make a mean impression of Scrooge. I could spread evil through it!' so I maneuvered my way into voice acting with a bit of manipulation and schmoozing and whatever." He was talking very fast and hissing, as he did when he got agitated. "And there I ended up voice acting for 3 seasons - with evil intentions, obviously."

Aziraphale stared at him, mouth slightly open, completely dumbfounded. Crowley finally looked down at him. The angel couldn't see it, cause the sunglasses were pretty good at protecting him, but the demon was indeed nervous. He would never admit to it, but he was. Truly. He never thought Aziraphale would end up so bored he would watch cartoons, much less evil greedy Disney and not some old almost-forgotten relic like Betty Boop or something.

"You...voice act?"

"I voice acted. Once. For one character."

Slowly, a smile spread on Aziraphale's lips.

"Can you do the accent?"

"No."

"Crowley-"

"Absolutely not."

"My dear-"

"Never again."

The angel reached out, putting his hands on each of Crowley's cheeks, stopping him from talking.

"I am an adventurer, boys!" Aziraphale's scottish accent sucked. Badly.

Crowley put his hand over Aziraphale's mouth and pushed him slightly away, just enough for his hands to leave his face.

"Never, ever disrespect Scotland like that again."

[moonseerheiress]

[Closed starter for @oldest-maturest-triplet-huey]

Rain tapped at the window of the car like sprinkles falling onto ice cream. What felt like hours for the young hybrid was merely minutes for those controlling where the destination was. Buildings being counted, which had ties with them, who was in what. Everything was analytical and had items that didn't need to be so precious to the owners. They needed paws fit for loving items vicariously and cared for better than what they were being sold for. Her fluffy head shifted to have a look over at the tall owl that spoke into his phone, his eyes furrowed and beak in a frown. Not like she knew what it was. She was not allowed to interfere with business. Not until she was "of age," he said. She sighed and resumed looking outside, her ears perking up at the sight of buildings dwindling and the road turning bumpy.

Stones? Cut, but uneven. Unpolished. Perfect despite the clear errors in how they were laid out. Naomi uncurled her large tail so she could shift onto her knees and watch as the drive from the city was now onto the famous mountain that held the manor the city knew of. He held the deed to the city anyways. Scrooge McDuck's manor. Her eye stared in awe as the view came in and allowed her to see all of the city as they went around the large earthly creation. Her fingers tapped against the interior of the car. She was excited, but . . . She wasn't like her father. Far from it. She knew certain business practices, but money? Sorting out ideas with partners? It was boring adult things! She didn't need to do that as much as she wished she could.

Naomi was itching to run out of the limo once it came to a stop, her head whipping back around as the window by her dad rolled down. "Ludwig Moonseer. I have a meeting with Mister McDuck in a half hour," he spoke into the intercom that was outside the gate. His voice rich in tone and thick with a Dutch accent. He had gotten off the phone with whoever it was. The window rolls back up as his fiery eyes look towards the hybrid with a gentle smile on his face now. "I hear Mister McDuck has a couple of nephews. I am sure you don't want to stick around to hear our "adulting" as you would put it." He chuckles once Naomi stuck out her tongue and scrunched up her muzzle. "I am thirteen! I am practically an adult. I can handle it," she announces once the car started moving again.

"Is that so? Then I think you wouldn't mind hearing about taxes." He could practically grin at her grimace of the word alone. She pinned her ears against her head, but lifted once more as the car made a final stop and the driver told them they have arrived at their destination. Naomi wiggled her raincoat on along with her boots, curling her tail underneath. The door opened up for her and she stepped out with a wide smile, feeling the droplets of rain hit her muzzle. She followed after the tall owl towards the manor door, awing with each intricate detail the mansion gave away. The entrance opened up from a duck woman. A maid? Bodyguard? She looked to be both.

"Mister McDuck is waiting for you in his dining room. I can take your belongings to let them dry." British accent. Naomi's eye squinted slightly with many thoughts, however accepted the kind gesture like Ludwig had done. Their thanks given, the maid gestured to a door which lead right to the dining room. Ludwig moved away whilst the hybrid stayed put, her ears flicking around to listen for anyone else. "If you are looking for McDuck's nephews, they should be in the lounge. Door to your left," the maid smiled down at her. With a thanks, she head right towards the door and opened it up. "Uhm… Pardon me? May I join..?" Naomi spoke up as she hoped she was not interrupting anyone's television watching time. Time to make friends.

[rom-e-o]

If Bess were to show up in your og timeline, the Scrooges would probably first meet her at Lottie's coming out ball, as they would most definitely be invited.

Okay, YES, I want to talk about Bess being introduced into my historic timeline. I’ve been mulling over ideas, because honestly, I just can’t bear the thought of these two ladies not being soul sisters in any universe.

A coming out ball would be the perfect occasion, especially Lottie’s. It’s a high-society event, and the guest list is prestigious. Scrooge is connected, after all. They receive the invitation, and there is a bit of discussion about why it landed in their laps. “I’ve heard she’s got … a personality, that one.” (I can see Magda rolling her eyes. “I know what that’s jargon for.”)

Now, let me ask … how do you see Bess being involved in the event? I feel like Connie bumps into her by chance, perhaps noticing her on the outskirts of things. Or perhaps Connie even nearly trips in the ballroom, and Bess is the only one kind enough to lean in and actually help (thereby breaking the stuffy ‘traditionalist’ decorum.) Then, Connie hears that American accent, and her face lights up. “Oh, a-are you from the States as well?”

Connie has slowly been learning the London social scene, character by character. She’s familiar with the prestige and infamy of the Dowager Countess of Calloway herself, and the Shaw are certainly discussed. Perhaps she’s crazy, but some even whispered that Marley himself had connections, or … relations. But those were just rumors … right? She had never had a reason to ask her husband if he … knew anything. Perhaps she should.

Lottie is SUPPOSED to be the main event (and poor Scrooge may get stolen by her) but Connie can’t help but be intrigued by this other Yankee in London.

“Oh! (Peers over Bess’ shoulder) It would appear the lady of the hour is flirting with my husband. Oh my. (Laughs). Thankfully, he can hold his own. … Do you enjoy parties? I like them, but when it’s your job to like parties for so long, they lose their luster. Don’t you think?”

And Connie is a chatterbox. If Bess was looking for a place to be alone, I’m afraid that isn’t happening. Unless she shooed her off, of course. Then she’s willingly give the woman space, bow, and follow directions. She’d give her the utmost respect without any ill word or argument. However, if she was in the headspace to welcome conversations at the time … woof. Get ready, Bess.

“I must say, I love your dress. That blue really makes your eyes pop, and your lips too! And your hair is so pretty. I could never get mine that perfectly curled, even if I brushed it and curled it endlessly with my wand. It can be a bit of a nest sometimes, haha. That’s why I wear it down. Ah, sorry. I’m … probably coming on a tad too strong. Am I talking too much? My apologies.”

If Bess’ siblings are in attendance, she’d most definitely love to meet them.

I’m picturing Eb and Bess perhaps sharing a dance too later in the night, which would be very interesting depending who knows what about what. Regardless of any of that, he say her and his wife talking, and wants to get to know her as a result. She must be quite the fine character.

Of course, there are lots of details to discuss, but I love this setting idea as a first meeting!

Then there is getting Wolf into the scene as well. I imagine it’s a similar Ezekiel-style situation, unless that conflicts with the timeline of events and reasons of Bess and Wolf to first meet through Marley? Tbh, I’m okay with ret-conning things in my universe to make it work too, because Bess and Wolf need to keep their pining story beats. They’re too freaking good.

[punkishtoxtricity]

YOUR TURN!!! SHARE YOUR HEVISAURUS HCS IF TOU HAVE ANY BATS MY EYELASHES

i have many so bear with me if u will

herra hevisaurus

-he’s a very big fan of certain metal bands from around the world. i think the german version canonized him being a rammstein and metallica fan

-the beef with helene fischer is also personal. i feel like something had to have happened to make him not like her that much

-just a silly lil guy! he loves trying new things and doing dangerous stuff that often gets him into trouble(riffi usually gets him out tho)

-he’s pansexual to me. i think he loves everyone!

-also the english version of jee hevisaurus has him saying yall so. he would be southern if he lived here in america

riffi raffi

-the watchful one of the group. i think he’s the oldest along with the quietest. he gets everyone out of trouble and is generally a good help around the house and on tour

-the little tiny wings idea you had was so real he totally does

-also the trans masc idea is so true. i think his top surgery scars would be flames or something cool. or not bc he’s a dragon

-he paints his nails. i will not take question on this

-i think it’d be funny if as a dragon his fav song to play on guitar to play is through the fire and flames. i think he likes complicated rifts and likes being challenged

-gay methinks

muffi puffi

-(insert the thing that chrissy chapleka said about “she’s not dumb dumb. well she is dumb but not in that way. she’s actually a radical leftist!)

-he’s plotting something i can feel it

-he is autistic you’re so true. i think he’s really into monster trucks (herra wrote monster auto for him) if he was american he would be a monster jam fan

-bi disaster. i will not explain myself

-he probably had a crush on any good bassist he liked. so the chick from maneskin, and mikey way

komppi momppi

-he’s tired of everyone’s shit

-he be drumming so late into the night that riffi has to tell him to stop so they can sleep

-also he wears a nightcap and that thing scrooge wears to bed. idk it just feels right for him

-he LOVES horses. he rides them, researches them, he’s in on the horse drama on social media. he could tell you 300 horse facts and you wouldn’t be able to stop him

-also yes he is def a polyglot. i think he speaks everything with a very on point accent

-no kato is his vocal stim. this is true i am him

-the app makes his voice that of a surfer dude, i think he would surf in his free time

-he’s ace panromantic. i can’t explain this one it just feels true

milli pilli

-silliest girl ever. she does some light crime. riffi lets her as a treat

-she prefers keytar to her regular keyboard but usually opts out of it on stage bc her legs be hurting

-chaos ball of the group. none of them can keep her from doing crazy stuff so they just let her

-lesbian. also won’t explain this one

-she plays the most out there video games you can think of. like she loves lsd dream emulator

-she’s also a horror fan. idk why

general

-whenever they stop in a city they haven’t been before, komppi plans a couple things to do in that city and everyone follows him around

-all of them like theme parks. especially the one shown in ugala bugala

-they like pokemon. no this isn’t me projecting

-once a week one of them picks a show and they all sit down and binge the whole things over a couple days

that’s all i got for now

[dollboyshifter]

things i'm excited for - ducktales 2017 dr

hanging around gyro's office and annoying him (fenton loves having me around, gy pretends he hates it bc hes gyro)

doing normal nanny stuff with the kids like going to the library

joining gyro's adventure during the most dangerous game night (i know better than to play against scrooge)

having vanilla as my signature scent <3

going on adventures duhhh

helping webby do her makeup for the first time

saying "i am not openly anything and gay doesn't even begin to cover it" in front of gyro who finds it hilarious but doesn't know why

punching mark beaks in the face

learning how to fight (my teachers are the mickey gang bc they're awesome)

lowkey just hanging out with mickey gang in general

meeting darkwing duck (when!! there's!! trouble!! you!! call!! d!! w!!)

can't wait to get therapists for the kids. louie has an anxiety disorder i know it

i scripted that i have an uncanny ability to understand whatever people say regardless of accent or speech impediment (based on the fact that i was the only one who could understand my sister's speech impediment as a kid and that i was the only kid in my class who understood brave and spent most of Movie Day translating) so basically i'm Official Donald and Scrooge Translator

[childeproof]

for the ask game!! Lovers of Loving Love!, Red Sweater! And Lady In the Corner!

lovers of loving love w/ johnny cage: a general romance headcanon!

johnny loves dating, he loves going on dates and doing the flirting, all the simple,, i like to think he’d either rush into marriage without thinking that it’s similar but deff different from dating ( esp when he’s younger ) or that he’d date for like upwards of 7 years and then when everyone’s like “you need to just marry her” he’s like “okay yea true”

he is so silly he’s actually rlly thoughtful with the places he picks out for dates, he’s a big fan of mom & pop restaurants because they offer a lil more privacy generally but he also doesn’t mind showing off at a flashy restaurant or a movie premiere

a gentleman but goofy about it,, makes a big deal out of pulling out jules’ chair, opening doors for her. she doesn’t get it at all she’s not accustomed to it so she’s like confused but appreciative which he finds funny

errr deff asks for kisses at the end of dates and puckers his lips expectantly. silllyyy!

red sweater! — w/ makoto yuuki: do you and / or your f/os have a matching outfit/signature clothing item?

YES HIM AND MARCELLE MATCH OUTFITS ALL THE TIME! be it color scheme or just like literal matching outfits with maybe a few hints of flair that reflect their own personality / aesthetic

they have matching pajamas,, they both own the scrooge fit but i also think they’d have a linen red with white accents pair of pajamas

they do 90% of their shopping together bc they’re both easily entranced by random stuff & need the other to act as impulse control <\3 marcelle is more attracted to random collectible things ( pins, cards, coins, handheld fans, etc ) and makoto is more attracted to video game stuff esp old digital stuff + jewelry

anyways.. lots of matching outfits, jewelry, charms, etc

their fav color to match with is purple! love! 💜

lady in the corner w/ jesse pinkman: “how charming is your f/o?”

VERY charming but in a sleazy and gross way.. he’s very sweet, albeit a bit perverted or maybe overly flirty at times. i think he’s got that “little boy you grew up with is now a man” vibe and i think it’s so cute..

he is a cutie pie.. I think he has charm yea.. literally ok. when i think of him smiling or winking I am enamored. immediately. there is no escaping the jesse charm

type of guy to buy you cookies and eat half the box with you

type of guy to make sure you walk on the inside when you’re walking down the sidewalk

type of guy to put whip cream and whatever on your nose and laugh about it

type of guy to. Kiss me haha.. srry

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

The Ballad of the Archangel Gabriel!

THIS IS AN ESSAY. LONG POST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Let me open by saying I LOVE Good Omens. I also absolutely LOVE DuckTales, especially the 2017 show. And with the whole thing in Good Omens season 2 about Gabriel losing his memory, I couldn't help but compare it to a DuckTales episode wherein a similar thing happens - a character who is a renowned asshole forgets who he is.

Case in point: Flintheart Glomgold in DuckTales 2017, Season 2 Episode 3, "The Ballad of Duke Baloney!"

(Rest of the essay under the cut)

So, for anyone who needs a refresher, here is some context.

At the end of Season 1 of DuckTales 2017, in "The Shadow War!", second-richest duck in the world and Scrooge McDuck's chief rival, Flintheart Glomgold, gets yeeted (yote?) out the window of his office building by his own shadow, which, thanks to powerful sorceress Magica DeSpell, has taken on a life of its own. He falls into the icy depths of Duckburg Bay, and no-one really knows what happens to him.

Until, that is, at the beginning of "The Ballad Of Duke Baloney!" when we see that he was rescued by two fisherpeople, and seems to have no memory of who he is.

A news report then tells us that it has been four months since Glomgold disappeared.

Cut to Louie Duck and Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge's great-nephew and honorary niece, on a little boat by the docks, clearly fishing. They go up to get bait, and see that the man selling it looks a lot like Glomgold.

However, he doesn't act like him. He introduces himself as Duke Baloney, has a bushy black beard, and a South African accent (starkly different to his usual Scottish one). Naturally, Webby and Louie are confused. Louie seems convinced Glomgold is faking amnesia as part of some evil scheme, while Webby believes he really needs help.

Then, later in the episode, the fisher-couple that saved Glomgold (sorry - Duke) explain that they found him in the bay with no memories.

A bunch of other stuff happens that I won't get into, but the ending of the episode happens with Glomgold remembering who he is and going back to being, well... him.

Now, you may be wondering, "Godfrey, what the hell does this have to do with Good Omens?!"

Well.

In the Season 2 trailer, it's revealed that Gabriel is the amnesiac angel we've been hearing about, proving many fans right!

In the trailer, there is a blink-and-you-miss-it moment where Gabriel is looking at a statue of, wouldn't ya know it, The Archangel Gabriel, and his eyes flash purple for a fraction of a second. I think he might be remembering something.

So, I'm thinking that Gabriel's arc will play out somewhat similarly to Glomgold's in "The Ballad Of Duke Baloney" - Aziraphale being concerned, maybe Crowley being more begrudging about helping him (Azi definitely loses this patience as time goes on though!!) and it becomes a Whole Thing.

Especially with the whole "Surrender The Angle" thing and Aziraphale saying "I think I may have just started a war...."

Now, I am perfectly willing to be one hundred percent wrong-o about all of this. I just wanted to share my thoughts on the matter.

[ponds-of-ink]

Sing The Ghosts A Christmas Carol: Chapter 1 (“Same As Always?”)

I would have edited it a little bit, but I’m not sure if that’s cheating for NaNoWrimo.

Anyways, enjoy the first chapter! It’s a bit short, but it (sort of) follows the Christmas Carol trope.

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Imagine, if you will, a large building. One that spans as far as the void. It’s a bustling place, though far from the natural world we call home. Someone could even argue— Even with all of the colorful yet frightening creatures inside— that it was a place where nightmares and ghosts lived. A neon-accented “cemetery”, if you will.

That, dear reader, is where the story begins.

You see, this is where our “Scrooge” resides. After so many years of haunting the living (and keeping the ghosts tethered to shambling robotic animals), he had finally been put in his place. Forced to be ever-watching. Completely alone in his quest to fend off the very monsters he’s made throughout the decades. Failing time and time again, but always returning to complete this never-ending task.

You would think that this would drive him to repentance after so many years, but this is William Afton I’m describing. Not only does he come back, but so does his clutching-at-the-walls tenacity. Even as Christmas fastly approached the human world, he sat at his desk. Watching the clock. Listening for some sign of trouble.

After some moments of silence, the faint clangs of a music box echoed through the halls outside. It shifted from right to left— Almost as if its owner was debating on which open door to peek through.

William listened for a few more seconds. Then, with an annoyed scowl, he pressed a button on the ancient computer nearby. The left door descended with a heavy thud. The scowl eased into a smug expression.

But the music box kept playing. And it was headed straight for the right door.

The frazzled man tried to switch the doors around, but it was too late. A ballerina, graceful yet unnerving, sprang into the room. She twirled into the office and grabbed him by the tie. William braced himself for the inevitable shriek.

The ballerina, on the other hand, left the tense man in this position. Her head tilted left, then right. “Why do you still hide inside these walls?” she asked, her mature voice emitting from some unseen speaker.

William opened an eye. He cautiously stared at the robot’s expression. Then, he cleared his throat. “Have you finally forgotten why I am here?” he asked with a shaky grin. “Or are you just taunting me again?”

The ballerina lowered him slightly. “I’m asking a serious question,” she answered, a hint of irritation seeping in. “Isn’t this the time when you take a ‘break’ for the night?”

“Usually, yes,” William shrugged, his posture relaxing a little. “But tonight is different. I am on the verge of a breakthrough, you see.”

“A ‘breakthrough’?”

“Yes,” William replied confidently, a light shining in his once-human eyes. “By this time tomorrow, I may have beaten The Ultimate Challenge! Every single one of you will be conquered, I will be free to go, and this golden bear will see snow for the first time in ages. Isn’t that wonderful, Ballora?”

Ballora let go of William, causing him to fall onto the tiled floor. “I would be happier for you if you weren’t being so ridiculous,” she said flatly. “I don’t think you realize what being ‘free to go’ really means for you.”

William crawled back into his office chair. “Contrary to your opinion, I know exactly what it means,” he insisted, his shaking grin slowly regaining its steady arrogance. “It will be a Christmas miracle. You lot get the peace you always wanted. I get revenge for everything and crawl my way back to reality. And, soon after that, Golden Freddy will get a stake of holly through his heart while his puppeteering ghost watches— Metaphorically, of course. I can’t really attack a mere phantom that plagues the mentally haunted.”

Ballora sighed darkly. With light footsteps, she moved away from the madman’s desk. “I was going to offer you an invitation to The Puppet’s Christmas party, but I see that you’re not interested,” she admitted solemnly. “A shame. You probably would’ve loved it this year.”

William’s eyebrows raised. “A Christmas party?” he inquired, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk. “You’ve been hosting parties even after everything that’s happened?”

Ballora nodded.

“And I only hear about them now because you want to invite me?”

Another nod.

William fell into a laughing fit. He doubled over, banging his head against the mahogany finish. “Here I was thinking that I was the one having flights of fancy!” he cried out after regaining some composure. “To think: Friendly spirits inviting their most loathsome enemy to come ‘round for Christmas festivities! As if almost all of them don’t share the same burning hatred towards me!”

“In The Puppet’s defense, she was trying to show some goodwill,” Ballora snipped.

“Goodwill should be reserved for those who deserve such things,” William continued, his own voice growing colder. “The best I rightfully deserve is either the chance to wreak further havoc or the eternal death that will await me when the time comes. Whichever comes first.” He paused to put a hand onto his now-throbbing forehead. “I may as well send you back to your stage before Scrooge’s Spirits catch word of this,” he muttered, trying not to smile at his own attempt at a joke. “I almost dread to think what would happen if they encountered a man such as I.”

“I’m sure we’ll never find out,” Ballora said simply. “Good night, William.”

“Good day,” William replied wearily, pressing several buttons on the nearby keyboard. His ears listened to the sound of a spinning top until it died away. All was silent yet again.

A minute later, the clatter of metal broke that silence. William instinctively turned his head to the right. A “plastic” brown bear adjusted its bright purple hat nearby. “Please deposit fifteen coins,” it chattered, stretching out its hand eagerly.

“Fifteen?” William repeated, slowly rising from its seat. “I thought it was always five coins.”

“The extra coins goes to charity,” the bear responded swiftly, a strangely sincere tone lacing itself into its showman performance. “Who knows? You might just save a life today.”

William blinked slowly. “I know I used to donate to charity around Christmas, but this…” his voice trailed as he tried to process his own thoughts. “This is laughable, Rocky.”

“Rocky” inched closer. “So are you giving the extra coins or not?” he asked. “We don’t have all day, you know.”

“Will you promise to leave me alone?”

Rocky chuckled. “We both know the answer to that,” he answered, twitching his outstretched hand.

William pulled out a shelf in his desk. He dug through an assortment of knickknacks, eying Rocky whenever he could. His face remained stern as he pulled out the coins, one by one. “Here’s your standard five,” the man said at last, carefully placing them in Rocky’s large paw. “I would go over my reasons, but I am sure you’ve heard my discussion with Ballora. And, quite frankly, I’m not in the mood to repeat myself if you haven’t.”

Rocky closed his hand. He lowered his arm. “Thank you for depositing five coins,” he replied, his jaw still moving as if to mutter some harsher work. Nevertheless, he strolled back to his original spot and shut down.

Though a flicker of some emotion shone through his expression, William promptly snuffed it back out with a shake of his head. He returned to his standard routine. Watch the cameras, listen for any intruders, then “fight” them if they get too close. As expected, certain animatronics were more aggressive today, Baby—in both forms—tended to appear in the office a bit more. Molten Freddy (for reasons he had no exact explanation for) hogged the vents more-so than Springtrap. And, even stranger, Lefty and Scraptrap seemed to be working together somehow. Always Lefty first, then Scrappy second.

“They must be seething because I declined their invitation,” William shrugged to himself as he set up another round. “That, or Rocky told them about our little incident. Either way I spin it, I’m sure this newfound fury will simmer back down to their usual rage. It’s happened before, it will happen again.”

As the hours pressed on, the office grew quieter. The robots attacked less, even at full strength. Even William himself became more slack. He hummed a few snippets of Christmas tunes he could vaguely recall, not caring about making noise. His posture slumped a bit more as he fought the urge to fall asleep. He even bothered to actually sneak outside his office to get something out of the vending machine— An option only implemented mere months ago due to Summertime messing with everyone.

By the time midnight had reached our realm, the office was practically lifeless. No music boxes to be heard. No cymbals crashing on or above William’s head. Not even Golden Freddy bothered to show up, which was a surprise to him.

Sure, he heard distant voices chattering in the hall, but what did that matter? They weren’t going to attack him… yet. And, besides, they had been chattering for ages now. He really should them blather on about party plans at this point.

William put his head on the desk. His eyes lazily surveyed the disorganized room around him. Props and other clutter greeted his eyes. Echoes of the past that almost seemed to replay their stories in his tired mind. The Ennard mask being displayed in some dismally-lit corridor. The box of rejected animatronic parts rattling as he mistakenly struck them with a then-robotic foot. A slew of crayon drawings being scribbled by both adults and children.

None of these had anything to do with Christmas, of course, but the memories lingered all the same.

William’s eyelids drooped. He would’ve propped himself back up, but this felt too comfortable.

Perhaps he could just… Drift off to sleep once..

[quill-pen]

In Your Corner

I did it again.🤗. Enjoy some sweet, devoted couple fluff!

Warnings: Attempted dietary control and implied comments about a woman's figure, implied depression, people just being jerks.

Summary: Bess has had a less than stellar morning, and Ebenezer comforts her.

Bess stormed up the steps of Scrooge Manor, threw the door open, and slammed it shut with such a bang the whole hall seemed to shake. Safe within the confines of her own home, the woman took a deep breath and released it in a feral scream, trying to channel all the rage she'd been suppressing all morning into it. It only worked minimally well.

Not feeling much better, Bess huffed and began to undo her cloak. She was hanging it on a hook beside the door when the door on the right side of the hall opened and through it came a rather alarmed looking steely-haired banker.

Ebenezer looked from her around the hall and back. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, moving toward her. "Was that you, Bess?"

In her already ticked off mood, that only made Bess even more irked. "Who the hell else could it possibly be?" she snapped, glowering at him. "Do you see anyone else in here?"

Her husband stopped, looking even more alarmed as well as a bit miffed. "Now, that's uncalled for!" he countered, brows furrowing even more severely than hers. "And unlike you." He looked the American over carefully, not withering under her dagger-throwing glare, which was actually quite impressive.

Bess let out a harsh, barking laugh. "Oh-ho! So you think you know me better than I know myself, too! Wonderful!" She turned away and stomped towards the stairs and up, not really having an idea of where to go as she simply followed her feet. "It's such a relief to know I never have to make a decision myself or even think of a single original thought ever again--that everyone else is perfectly capable of doing it for me!"

Eb watched after her, no less confused, but much more concerned than cross now. If Bess was lashing out like this, and especially at him, it was because she'd been pushed to her limits. "What is that supposed to mean?" he called up to her, crossing his long arms over his broad chest.

At the top of the veranda, Bess paused and then whipped around to glare at the man again. "I am so sick of otha people trying to run my life for me!" she shouted, voice slipping into the posh accent she usually gained when angry as it trembled with emotion. "Telling me what to do, how to live, what to wear, how to act, and even how to think! For 26 years of my life, that's all it was--otha people bossing me around! Now I'm a married woman with my own house, and I should be able to do and think and live and wear and act and say things how I want, when I want, without Mrs. Byrd or anyone else trying to step in and change every decision I make!" The dark-haired woman sucked in a shuddering breath, her freckled face red with veins popping from her forehead and neck. Angry, frustrated tears pricked at her eyes and she trembled with the same anger and frustration that spawned them.

Ebenezer's eyes softened, his heart filling with sympathy for his wife. Bess had had to fight and struggle so hard her entire life to get to where she was today; it was understandable that even a small step backward in her independence would cause her to be upset. And this didn't seem to be a small step.

The man moved towards the stairs and began to ascend them as well. "Brightness, what's wrong?" he crooned as he came up the steps, eyes never leaving hers. He noticed now, after her little tirade, Bess was looking more defeated than angry, but still just as frustrated. It broke his heart. That had never been a shadow he enjoyed seeing in his love's eyes, especially after seeing it so much during the first two years of their relationship. "What did Mrs. Byrd do now?" Their housekeeper was always giving Bess trouble and grief; it was as though the old bat lived specifically for just that. Usually, Bess could throw back whatever Mrs. Byrd dished out, but sometimes, the housekeeper managed to hit the exact right button to throw Bess off her game.

"You mean apart from taking it upon herself to try and change my dietary needs?" Bess grumbled. She looked away from her husband as she crossed her arms on the railing and rested her chin on them, glowering at the large fresco depicting Hades and Persephone directly opposite the landing.

"What?" Ebenezer snorted incredulously. Reaching the landing, he stepped towards her and placed a gentle hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles. He smiled slightly as he felt Bess' tense muscles unwind just a bit.

"Oh, yes," Bess laughed bitterly. "Instead of the lovely breakfast of Mrs. Philpotts' scrumptious, loaded omelets and bacon, Mrs. Byrd took it into her own hands to tell Mrs. Philpotts that I'd decided to have half a godawful grapefruit and a sad piece of lightly buttered toast for breakfast. Not even a soft-boiled egg to dunk my toast in!"

Ebenezer was undeniably stumped. Mrs. Byrd had made... several attempts in the past to try and change Bess'--and consequently his--lifestyle. First trying to push Bess out of the master bedroom and back to the one she'd stayed in during the first six months of their marriage because "people of their station always slept apart" (that idea was quickly dismissed); then trying to undermine and seize power from Bess in running the household as she was "foreign and didn't grasp how an English household should be run" (a threat of instant termination without a reference shut that down). But trying to take control of the food in Bess' diet--that was new and rather unexpected. "Why on earth would she-"

"Because, apparently, I need to trim down," Bess cut him off, huffing peevishly.

"Trim down?!" Ebenezer could help neither the disbelief for the offense in his voice in reaction to the statement. Of things Bess might have needed, "trimming down" was not one of them. She was a big girl; not plump (though she did have a little "fluff" in her tummy area), but naturally stout, big-boned, and muscular. Her Nordic ancestors would have rejoiced at her appearance, and Ebenezer certainly did.

Bess curtly nodded. "'An ideal, well bred lady must be slight of figure and small of appetite, m'Lady'." She did her best impersonation of Mrs. Byrd's pious accent. "My fat ass isn't as nice as the little petite ones Lottie and her Brat Pack have, you see."

Ebenezer was about to make comment on how he much preferred Bess' ass to most he'd seen when she launched into another rant.

"I threw breakfast in her face and went to the kitchen to talk to Mrs. Philpotts so she knows to watch out for that situation in the future. By then I was already behind schedule and gonna be late to meet my new client, so all I could do was slap together a pitiful little cheese sandwich and grab the last of the buttermilk and run.

"I managed to be only ten minutes late to the Whippers', but clearly that was akin to erecting a golden calf in the middle of God's house, and I received a thirty-minute lecture on how promptness is the highest virtue and how even being a minute late would bring about my eternal damnation."

"Mrs. Whipper dressed you down like that?" Ebenezer asked in bemusement. He knew the woman--her husband was one of his many clients and he'd met her a number of times. (He was why they'd considered meeting with Bess for potential midwife services.) The woman was younger than Bess--hardly out of her teens--petite, and sweet as cherry pie; as angelic as her name implied, she was without a single ounce of ill will in her tiny frame for even the rats. The banker could hardly believe such an angelic personality could speak so harshly.

"No. At least not that Mrs. Whipper," Bess muttered, rising up on her elbows to look at him again. "Angelica never even got to speak to me. She was being crowded out by her mother, grandmothers, mother-in-law, and grandmothers-in-law."

Eb, slipped his arm around her shoulders and smirked a little at that. "Ah, so you walked right into a firing squad."

Bess rolled her eyes and looked away. "A firing squad has mercy, Wolf: I walked right into Daniel's lions' den, only God didn't close the mouths of these beasts. Scotland Yard has nothing on that group of women; they could make the Devil himself confess and repent of his treachery."

Ebenezer brushed back some of her fringe from her eyes. "Should I even ask if you have the job?"

"Of course, I didn't get it! Afta all, only women who have birthed and raised their own children can make decent midwives--don't you know anything, Ebeneza? Neva mind how I've been helping with births since I was ten years old or all the references I brought from all my past clients--clearly I have no idea what I'm doing!" The tone in Bess' voice was mocking and biting in the harshest of ways and she'd slipped back into her accent again. "One of the grandmothers--not sure which one, they were all as wrinkly and stooped and gray-haired as the other--quite literally told me to take down my advertisements and go get pregnant and have a baby before I offered further midwife services. Then they slammed the door in my face."

Ebenezer couldn't help but smile sympathetically. "Oh, Moonflower," he cooed softly as he draped both arms around her shoulders and pulled her up. He wrapped her up in a warm hug, smiling when she layered her arms over his. "Darling, I'm so sorry. Had I known anything about the rest of the family, I wouldn't have sent you there." He tenderly kissed her temple. "I'm sorry."

Bess wasn't really listening. "After that, I went to the boutique to pick up my dress." Now that was an activity that should have lifted Bess' spirits, but considering her voice was even more glum than before, that didn't seem to be the case.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Ebenezer just dared to ask.

"It would be, if the dress were anything like what I ordered. Not the style I asked for, or the cuts, or even the color! I thought I'd gotten the wrong order! When I asked them to see the seamstress I'd originally met with, the owner said she'd moved on from the establishment but that she, herself, had taken it upon herself to make my dress and "improve it to better suit my figure"."

The figure comments again? What was the matter with people? "What does that mean exactly?"

"Essentially that when I put it on, I looked like I was wearing a deflated hot air balloon, and, actually, I think even that would look more flattering. How can a dress suit your figure when it doesn't even show your figure in the first place?" A tearful snort left the woman and she trembled within her lover's warm embrace. She hung her head as she reached up to hide her face in her hands.

"Bess?" Ebenezer purred with gentle concern into her ear. He hugged her more tightly, trying to hold her as close to his heart as possible. "Moonlight?"

Bess shook her head. "Sorry," she croaked out. "It's just..." she sighed deeply. "Everything today just kinda brought back everything from growing up. I was actually starting to fear turning around and finding Mama there waiting to rip into me or-"

"Shhhhh," her husband hushed her, tucking her tight into his chest. "Shhhhh, Brightness, it's all right. I understand." Automatically the Englishman began to gently, slowly sway back and forth on his feet, showering tender kisses over the back of his wife's neck, shoulders, and ears. "I understand."

Bess held onto him again, melting into his affection. "I just..." she sighed, "... I want people to shut up and stop trying to control my life. For once. I want people to have a little faith and realize maybe I can actually handle my own affairs. Or at least keep their noses out of my business!"

Ebenezer kissed the scar on her neck. "I know," he whispered, giving her a squeeze. He held her silence for a moment, face snuggled into her neck. "Bess, you do know," he whispered after an interlude, "that I have faith in you, yes? And that I support your independence every step of the way?

Bess couldn't help but smile and she craned her neck to look up at him. "Yes," she rasped out. "I know."

Ebenezer beamed. "I'll help you fight for it if need be, my Queen. We'll make them all see together."

Bess felt the slight sting of happy tears. "Thank you, my King," she practically squeaked. She pressed a lingering kiss to his sculpted cheek. "That means so much more than you know. I haven't had much support on that front for... well, my whole life, really."

The gentleman smiled at her. "Well, now you have a big, bad wolf who will fight for his she-wolf," he growled playfully into her ear, making her flinch and giggle at the ticklish sensations. "And wolves are certainly tough enough to take on Byrds, biddies, and butchers of dresses." He trailed some more kisses along her shoulders and nape, before he raised a finger to tip Bess' chin up and planted a devoted kiss on her coral colored lips.

Bess quietly moaned and leaned into Ebenezer's lips. The last of her frustration easily dissipated as loving warmth and calm flooded through her soul. When they parted, Bess nuzzled into the man's neck with a contented sigh. "Hmm, that sounds lovely, Wolfy," she replied. "But can this she-wolf get something decent to eat first? She hasn't had anything all day but a sad cheese sandwich and buttermilk."

Ebenezer chuckled as he smoothed a hand over her hair and headscarf. He smooched her cheek. "Mwah. I think that's a fantastic idea, my darling. Get some food in your belly and this morning will fade into nothing but a bad memory. No one can have a good day on an empty stomach."

"Especially not when you're dealing with manipulative, holier-than-thou bitches."

Ebenezer chuckled as he began to lead his wife back down the stairs and make for the kitchens. "No," he agreed. "I wouldn't think so."

Silence fell over the pair for a moment as they walked. And then Bess was speaking again, gazing adoringly and gratefully up at the man as she did so: "Thank you, my moon song. Thank you for always being in my corner. It's a relief to not fight alone."

Ebenezer smiled down at her. "Always, my beloved one," he murmured. He stopped and turned to face her fully, taking her face between his large hands. "Always," he repeated, gazing deep into her midnight blue eyes. He touched soft lips to her brow.

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Imagine your F/O noticing that you’re upset.

They drape their arms around you from behind, and kiss all over your ears and the back of your neck.

They hold you tight and promise you whatever is wrong they want to be there for you, and make it alright.

[ralyks-uwu]

Scrooge McDuck x Reader | Unspoken Games (Pt I of II)

A/N: Hi everyone! Been chaotic the past couple months, I promise to be releasing more fics on a consistent basis, I have four separate blogs, but everything is going to be condensed for easy access on my AO3 (link pending). My tumblr is more for rough writings, to get an idea on audience and such. However, this is one of my more polished fics. I hope y’all enjoy <3

Word Count: ~ 1,916

“For the last time Scrooge I am NOT your secretary!” Mrs. Beakly’s slammed her hands down on the kitchen table, all of the kitchenware rattling aggressively. Louie had to catch the pitcher of orange juice before it fell.

“Perhaps it’s time for you to finally

retir-“ Duckworth spoke arrogantly

She picked up a plate and threw it against the wall, successfully going through Duckworth and shattering to pieces. “I can’t help it you can’t multitask—“

“Put a sock in it Duckworth” she spats

“Come now twenty two there’s no need to get—“ Scrooge gestures nonchalantly

“I have someone coming to your office at noon for you to interview to be your new secretary. I am too busy keeping this house together as is, this is the least you can do for me or so help me scrooge I will take all 235 PAID vacation days off starting right now” she glares at him

“You wouldn’t” he points a finger

“Try me” she crosses her arms

“Fine…. LAUNCHPAD” he shouts

“Mr.McD Sir!” Launchpad appears in a salute stance, “Ready the car.” He says exasperatedly, slowly pushing his chair back with a loud screech.

Huey, Dewey, Louie and Webby get up following after him. “Can we come too?!” Webby asks excitedly

He looks back at Mrs Beakly who is staring at him tapping her foot impatiently. “…fine.” He mutters ushering them all out the door.

——————————————-

Unimpressed with the interior of the place you push the elevator button and climb in, gum popping in your mouth as the doors shut. Paying no mind to the two kids on the other side of said elevator, or so they thought.

Webby and Dewey were having a conversation with their eyes, yet physically hitting each other back and forth in disagreement.

Entering the main hall you spot a kid in a green hoodie attempting to get a Pep. “Hey kid, where’s Scrooge’s office?”

“Why should I tell y—“

Swiftly you reach into your pockets, “I’ll give you twenty dollars” before waving the money in his face.

“Down the hall to the left” he shrugs taking the money. “He’s in a meeting right now though” he offers up more information carelessly

“Hm. Thanks Louie” you wave already walking off in the direction of his office.

“Wait how did—“

“Oh that’s definitely Scrooge’s new secretary” Dewey and Webby say at the same time, having followed you out of the elevator quietly.

You knock on his office door quietly, staring at the little packets of mail shoved into a metal file container hanging just left of the door. You glance at your watch before deciding to pick it up and bring it with you inside, taking care to sift through it. “Hm. Death threat, Death threat, a bill, Death threat, invitation?”

The little red one opened the door, “Ah Huey, good timing. Where’s McDuck?” you ask stepping into his office, looking around.

“He’s—“

“Right here.” the man of the hour comes out of the bin and locking the safe swiftly behind him. “ Huey run along dear” You smile at Huey softly. His mouth was hung open in awe at your beauty, “Wow—“

“Here take everyone with you, Go get an icecream or something yeah? 20$ should cover it right?” You hand him the bill, without a second thought, before turning around to face Scrooge.

The door behind you clicked opened and you could hear Huey crash into the wall before managing to slip out of the room.

“Met my nephews have you?” he said, with a thick scottish accent, as he rounded the side of his desk to sit.

“Not formally, no.” you shrug taking a seat across from him, seemingly very relaxed.

“Ms—“

“Y/n, just y/n” you extend your hand across the desk, “a pleasure”.

“Whats a lass like you doing here, trying to work for me?” he asks examining you intensely.

“Mrs. B cashed in a favour, to say the least” you shrug tossing your hair back.

“ah so she hand picked ya did she?”

“mm something of the sort. I didn’t really have much elsewhere to go anyways, and from the sound of it, she was quite desperate for a break” you adjust your position in your seat.

“Yes so i’ve heard” he pouts, “Well my schedule is quite unpredictable. I have zero set dates and everything changes constantly.”

You shrug, “I’m sure you’ll find I’m quite capable” you say plucking a stray feather from your arm.

“And your qualified too, I take it…?” he asks curiously

“Overqualified actually. Some would also say I’m the best at games.” you lean back, having successfully manipulated yourself into the chance of a pay raise.

His eyes widen with interest, “Your hubris will be your downfall”

“State your terms McDuck” you lean forward in anticipation.

“You can pick any game, if I win you have to take a 75% pay cut”

“If I win,” you grin “you’ll double my wages”

“Clever girl, deal” he extends his hand out to you, which you excitedly shake on.

“I don’t suppose you play Go?”

“I do actually”

“Good.” you stand sliding your long coat off your body to reveal a decent sized back pack. Pulling out the whole set with ease.

“Ready? Go!”

—————————————-

Hours and hours had passed and you both were now just walking through the doors of the manor, the kids already having returned home hours ago. “You’re quite the opponent”

“finally met your match aye scrooge?” you wink at him. He rolls his eyes laughing quietly as he adjusts his tie. “Perhaps lass, but don’t let it go to your head” he teases.

“Finally, we were beginning to worry Scrooge” Mrs. Beakly rolls her eyes gently pushing them to the kitchen. “At least you’re on time for dinner, hello y/n”

“Hello Mrs. B, thank you for inviting me” you bow to her

“always a pleasure dear”

You slide off your coat and your bag by the door, carefully removing your shoes as well. Following Scrooge into the kitchen, “Wow dinner looks amazing” you say sitting to the left of him.

It wasn’t anything grand, just an average pasta dish, but to you it looked like it could be from a Michelin star restaurant.

“I should probably have introduced myself instead of ominously saying your names. Though I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now. I’m y/n.” you smile at the kids and Duckworth the ghost butler, prying your hungry eyes away from the feast before you.

“Ms Y/n have you ever been on an adventure?”

“Y/n how did you know all of our names and how to tell us apart?!”

“Where did you get all this money from?!”

“Are you single?”

Everyone pauses at Huey’s question, and stare at him shocked, to which you awkwardly clear your throat.

“Um, yes I have been on several adventures, I can tell you guys apart quite easily actually mostly by hairstyles and outfits, I earned it by selling my inventions, and i am unsure why that is relavent but yes I am single?” you rattle off sequentially, your eyes crinkling shut in joy at their shared interest in your personal life.

Duckworth threw a butterknife towards you like a dart, your eyes snap open and you move your head calmly to the left, raising your eyebrow as the knife embeds itself into the wall behind you. “What a peculiar greeting Duckworth.” You look over at him with amusement twinkling in your eye. “Hm.. Good reflexes Ms. y/n, most impressive for a newbie.”

“Mr. McD, Little ones, Y/n, Mrs. B, Duckworth, Donald” Launchpad nods and sits next to Mrs Beakly.

“Did ya get lost Launchpad?” you grin and he laughs, “Yes I did!”

The evening faded out into a dull murmur from the kitchen, the family felt almost whole.

——————————————-

It had been weeks since you settled in, and your friendship with Scrooge was beginning to blur into the lines of a relationship.

“You are extremely off schedule—“ You pull the giant drapes aside, letting the light fill the room. “darling wake up” You say tugging the covers off of scrooge’s body. “What did you just call me?” he whines sitting up, “Old man?”

“No no, you said ‘darling’”

“Did I?”

“You did.”

“No I didn’t”

“didn’t you?”

“You hit your head or somethin?” you say grabbing his head, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes.

“No, you totally said—“ you try to make him count how many fingers you’re holding up but he smacks your hand out of the way. “For goodness sakes y/n you definitely—“

You put your hand up to his head and sigh, “You’re running a fever”

“What? Scrooge McDuck does NOT get sick”

“Hm, maybe not but you definitely need to rest and relax” you head to the bathroom and begin to get his clothes gathered.

“Honestly scrooge you might as well give me a ring, im like your wife with how much I do for you without pay”, you roll your eyes.

“You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you lass?” he jests halfheartedly as he coughs, stepping into the room.

“Maybe a little bit” You laugh, as you begin to draw him a bath. “Would help me get more money”

“you’re the one that agreed to the pay cut wager on day one” he shrugs looking down as the water slowly fills the tub.

“Aye. A deals a deal” you nod double checking the temperature.

“honestly y/n I’m fine” he whines

You stand up and circle him like a shark, “You’re positive?”

“Completely….” he pouts

“Nope nope, you can hear it clear as day in your throat you’re sick”

“Y/n I have important business—“

“I can take care of it”

“What? Nonsense-”

“Look, nothing too important. The vultures are just looking for a chat, and I’m quite persuasive so I’m sure I can get them to let ya continue doing as you please with the money you earn.” You internally cringe considering how much money he takes from other regions of the world without a penny going to those natives. Capitalistic greedy bastard.

“You’re my star employee, y’know that y/n?”

“Oh please don’t let Duckworth hear you say that” you grin. “Clean clothes, take it easy, relax. I’m going to go make some soup.”

“You could just have Twenty-Two do it—“

“Absolutely not, she put me in charge of all things related to you, that woman needs a break and a raise” you wave him off with your hand whilst walking away.

———————————————————

Is this house ever quiet? You sigh avoiding Webby’s carefully placed traps, and the boys running around shouting. When Huey trips into you, you happened to catch him in one hand, and keep the soup steady in the other.

“Easy red, Webby put a trap in that corridor” you warn with a wink. “Y-Y/n—“ he says in awe

“Jeez kid you make me feel like im a god or something” you tease “don’t be so tense around me okay? I’m friendly I swear “ you laugh

“are you and uncle scrooge?” he trails off

“Hm..Ask me in a week, I think I’m winning so far but we’ll see” you ruffle his hair and replace his hat on his head, leaving him utterly confused.

“Okay, so can we all agree scrooge and y/n are clearly attracted to eachother” Webby says dropping down from the ceiling.

You hear Huey’s scream echo in the corridor and shake your head in amusement.

[phrackingineffable]

OK, so, with the usual, all opinions are my own, not trying to yuk anyone's yum, etc etc disclaimer. Also I haven't seen all of the ones you used and also I am not good at graphics. These rankings are based on my reactions to each character, so possibly based more on physical attraction than personality, tbh.

Slam me - 10 and Crowley of course. Also Casanova (I'm actually not super attracted to that hair but come on.... Casanova. If you're given the opportunity - and heavy duty condoms - you have to try it once). I absolutely want to slam Peter Carlisle and am forever indebted to whoever decided he should be constantly licking 99s and his fingers. Peter Vincent on the strength of The Gif alone (though if the facial hair was not removable we would be having a different discussion).

Kiss - These are a lot of "I am attracted to them so I wish to kiss them but also they are jerks, or, ya know, serial killers so slamming seems imprudent". Tom Kendrick (Deadwater Fell) - in the first episode he is SO GOOD and I have fantasies about that ceili but the end is so bad I couldn't finish watching it. He is pretty much here on the strength of the ceili. Walt from Camping I have a soft spot for. Alec Hardy, sure, why not. The what we did on our holiday guy, and James from Decoy Bride. They look like David Tennant and are not actively evil, so sure, let's kiss them but also they're kind of jerks. These two could definitely go down a category.

If I must - these are mostly here because I feel meh about them, so middle category it is, or I like their personalities but don't want to kiss them (robot). Huyang. DT in Staged (he is way too married to go around kissing other people). Hamlet (sorry. Very pretty but Hamlet has always been a whiny PITA.) Kilgrave and Bad Samaritan dude. (I acknowledge that in reality Kilgrave's actions and personality would put him below rancid but hey, we're going for fantasy here.)

No thank you - Harry Watling from Inside Man and Phileas Fogg both just rub me the wrong way. Scrooge - I'm sorry, but I am a child of the 80s and he will never be Scrooge to me (and also Scrooge is an old man and that's not my thing. Ignoring the whole duck thing.) When I do occasionally watch duck tales I sort of disassociate from him being Scrooge and just enjoy his accent. Richard II - I just really hate his hair. Barty Crouch Jr - this is not the right kind of "do really weird things with his tongue".

Rancid - Dennis Nilsen, obv. RD Laing - I got through less than 10 minutes of this movie before I tapped out. You Me and Him guy - another one that I just viscerally dislike but can't tell you why. It's probably the beard.

I couldn't decide where to put Benedict. I have long and complicated feelings about this version of much ado. If I think of him in the context of the adaptation I get grumpy and he falls down the list, but if I think of him as his own thing without context probably slam me. Certainly at least kissing.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this very weird peek into my brain, and thanks for giving me a reason to do it!

Tier list of David Tennant characters ranked by how much I want them carnally . Will not be accepting constructive criticism.

[illogicalpunkwrites]

Diplomacy

Hello! Hope everyone is doing well! This is another McCoy fic and I’ve got one for Scotty in the works. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, jealousy, angst, fluff, the whole works

Words: 4.3k

Tags: @bloodangelballerina​ @theweepingvulcan91​

You groaned as you read the message from Jim, already trying to find a way out of it. 

All commanding officers were to go to a Gala on the metropolitan planet of TIbbea. Meaning, you’d have to dress up and attempt to kiss ass to uphold the reputation of Star Fleet. 

Fantastic.

XXXXXX

You sat next to Leonard as you sipped the brandy he’d pulled out from his cabinet, some oldies playing in the background. You and Leonard had grown close, surprising everyone by becoming good friends despite the rocky beginnings. Bickering had given way to teasing, but that wasn’t to say that the bickering ended. 

“So I take it you’re not looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked and you snorted.

“Absolutely not. They also still haven’t given me a new dress uniform so I’ve got to wear the most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Thankfully, it’s just black but I prefer slacks over that thing any day.”

“Hey, I hate that monkey suit. I think I’d rather wear a dress.” You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We can always switch.”

“Nah, I don’t think I could pull it off.” He replied and you two simply listened to the music. While ancient country wasn’t your taste, you had made Leonard watch enough of your movies that you owed him some of your time. “At least you can dance, right?”

“Can you?” He made a more or less sign. “I don’t really like to. I’ll stay near the bar and appetizers. Maybe you’ll meet some nice Orion girl to dance with.”

“I’ll just stay at the bar with you, darlin;. Maybe a Ferengi will woo you off your feet.” You snickered into your drink. 

“If they buy me a drink, sure.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, but you didn’t notice Leonard’s heart nearly beating out of his chest. You only noticed something was off when he dragged his hand over his face. “You alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I was actually wondering if any of the other officers asked you to be their...accompany them to the gala?”

“No, why?”

“How about you go with me? Seems like we both want the same thing of staying out of the way and drinking them out of the house.” He joked. You hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks heating up as you looked back down into your glass.

“Sounds great, Len.” 

Stars, he loved it when he called you that.

XXXXXX

The hall was ornately decorated with white walls and gold accents, a grand staircase, and breathtaking portraits of previous rulers of the planet. It seemed like it was something out of a fairy tale or a palace from Europe. Star Fleet took you to so many places but you never thought you would be in as nice a place as this. 

You squirmed a little outside of the grand hall, the straps of your heels digging into your ankles, the garter belt that held your phaser chafing against your other thigh. Nyota and Janice had a lot of fun helping you get ready, an unspoken giddiness between the two. When you probed them as to why they were so adamant about getting you ready, they simply smiled and said “no reason”. Luckily for them, Spock had chosen to take Nyota as his date and Hikaru had kindly asked Janice to be his. 

You had to admit they had done a great job but you weren’t surprised. Their makeup and hair were always impeccable.

You didn’t notice Leonard standing behind you and staring at you. He was in awe of how you looked. He always thought you looked beautiful but seeing you in your onyx gown was something else. It hugged you in the right places, showed off your shoulders with the loose sleeves, and the slit up your leg made you look like a goddess. 

Dear God you were going to be the death of him. 

You fixed your hair a little before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun to see Leonard in his dress uniform. While you knew he hated the monkey suit, he looked so handsome. His eyes were even brighter than usual and he had run just a little bit more gel through his hair. 

“Hello there.” You greeted. He looked you up and down and you ran your hands over the silky material of the skirt. “Told you it was awful.”

“What’re you talking about? You look...you look gorgeous, darlin’.” Your eyes widened and you knew he saw the blush on your chest and cheeks. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He offered you his arm and you took it, walking into the grand hall and looking out for your crewmates. You took note of the many different races that were there and the line to great the king and queen. 

“Jim needs a chair like that.” You commented, looking at the throne that was decorated with the overarching symbol of the national Tibbean religion. It was imposing to say the least and you wondered if it would even fit in the transporter room. 

“What? So his ego can get bigger?” You both chuckled and made your way down the stairs and towards the bar. 

“I see we’re sticking to the plan?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Old fashioned, right?” You smiled, loving how he remembered your favorite cocktail. 

“Yes please.” He ordered that for you and boulevardier for him. One of the bartenders quickly made them and slid them over to the two of you, the glasses heavy and almost a little gaudy. 

“To drinking them out of the house!” He toasted and you chuckled.

“To drinking them out of their palace.” You corrected. You sipped your cocktail and, though you had many before, it was the best old fashioned you’d ever had. “Damn that’s good. I gotta figure out what bourbon they used.”

“I doubt you’d be able to afford it, darlin’.” 

“Hey, if I take more credits from Scotty in poker I just might.” He scooted closer to you so you were practically resting against him. 

“You gotta teach me your tricks.” “What? And let you take away my credits? I don’t think so.” You responded cheekily. You watched as Jim approached the king and queen, supposedly thanking them for their invite and talking up Star Fleet. 

“It isn’t even a game for you anymore! You win every time.” He complained and you laughed.

“Doctor McCoy, I don’t play games. Poker is just a means to an end to be able to get everyone’s credits.” 

“Never took you for a scrooge. You can tell me something”

“I never realized you were so whiny.” You replied and his jaw dropped in feigned shock. “Oh shut it, you know it’s true. ‘Jim, I’m a doctor not a brick layer. Spock you realize this is impossible. (Y/N) you need to be more careful’. Dammit Jim can’t you-” He elbowed you a little and you laughed, his arm going around your shoulders. 

“You two certainly look like you’re having fun.” Jim said as he approached with the other members of the crew that had beamed down. You both sipped on your drinks as the others talked about how beautiful the planet was. Scotty was impressed with their liquor selection just like you were, Janice couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the paintings, Nyota was in awe of the poetic music that played, and Hikaru was obsessed with the native plants that nearly glowed with color. 

“Please Spock, dance with me.” Nyota begged, already a little tipsy. She was always a lightweight, ever since meeting her your first day on the Enterprise.

“Of course, ashayam.” He replied and held out his arm for her to take and lead her to the floor. You and Leonard looked at each other, hardly believing the Vulcan could be so smooth. 

“Miss Rand, if I may.” Sulu offered his hand, Janice laughing as she took it. Scotty lead Lieutenant Mira, Jim grabbed Carol, which eaft you and Leonard against the bar still. You were feeling the effects of your second old fashioned and decided “to hell with it”.

“Len, come dance with me.” He sputtered into his drink and quickly wiped his chin. 

“Uh, I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I never said that, I just never answered your question. So will you dance with me?” You replied, placing your glass down and reaching to grab his hands.  “Well...Look darlin’-”

“I’ll dance with you.” A deep voice called. You turned to see a  Daliwakan leaning against the bar near you. “I’m Ivvoid, junior ambassador to the Daliwakans.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself and your rank aboard the Enterprise. 

“Dr. McCoy, CMO of the Enterprise.” He introduced and you didn’t fail to miss how his chest seemed to literally puff up. 

“Come, Commander. Indulge in me a little and dance.” Before you could object, he grabbed your elbow and led you to the floor. His other hand quickly went to your waist as you stepped in time to the music.

“You have to forgive me, I’m not a talented dancer.” You told him sheepishly, keeping in mind you had to keep up a diplomatic presence. You wished Leonard was with you instead. 

“To be honest, neither am I. But who ever heard of an ambassador who couldn’t dance?” You laughed softly at him as he lead the little waltz you were having. You could practically feel Leonard’s eyes on you. “Who is the CMO to you?”

“What?”

“Who is he to you? Just a crewmate?” He replied and you furrowed your brows at him.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, if I wish to get to know you better I would want to know whether you are spoken for or not.” He replied bluntly. You were a little stunned, something unusual for you. You didn’t realize that was a trait amongst the Daliwakans.

“Well, he is my date for the night.” You explained and you saw the ridges on his forehead raise.

“Just for the night then? You two aren’t together?” 

“Well no, I don’t suppose we are.” You replied honestly.

“Fantastic! You know, back on my planet women-”

XXXXXX

Nyota looked over at Spock’s shoulder to see Leonard still leaning against the bar while you danced with someone else. She knew that there was something going on between the two of you, but you were both too stubborn and blind to do anything. If he wasn’t going to do anything, she would just have to push him.

“Spock, let’s move near Doctor McCoy.”

“Are you planning something?” Nyota smiled up at him and he did as she asked. “Doctor.” 

“Spock, Uhura.” Leonard replied as he sipped on his third drink of the night. He saw how flustered you were getting and couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest. 

“Leonard, why don’t you go over there? She obviously doesn’t want to be there.”

“What’re you talking about? She’s laughing at everything he says and hasn’t stopped dancing with him.” He grumbled. 

“Perhaps she is merely trying to be diplomatic. It’s hard to reject an offer from an ambassador.” Spock replied and Nyota grabbed his hand in a Vulcan kiss, showing that he had done a good job. 

“Nah, she likes him.” She looked over again and saw how stiff you were. Sometimes she really wanted to slap Leonard for not catching on to the obvious things. 

“Really? You think so? Maybe she just needs someone else to go save her, be assertive! Go over there!” Leonard polished off his glass and moved away from the bar.

“Nah, leave her be.” She looked up at Spock and he led her back to the dance floor, hoping to lift her spirits again. Nyota looked across to Janice who sported a disappointed look on her face.  XXXXXX

You looked away from the ambassador to see Leonard going back up the stairs of the grand hall. Your eyes widened and you mouth went slightly agape. You let go of the ambassador’s hand and, against his protests, quickly made your way through the crowd.

“Wait, Commander!”

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” You caught Leonard going around a corner and followed him, wondering where he could possibly be going. He went up another set of stairs and you followed, but he had gone into one of the many rooms before you could see which one. You opened each one, looking around, before you found a study. You saw his back turned towards you as he leaned with his palms against a desk. The window in front of him showing the dark purple sky with triple moons illuminating his figure. 

“Dammit.” He sighed to himself and you quietly closed the door behind you.

“Hey, I thought we were going to drink the entire bar?” You joked but he didn’t laugh. You approached him and rubbed his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He bit back. You stepped back a little but your hands didn’t leave him. “I’m sorry. Go back downstairs, have fun.”

“I was having fun with you.”

“You were having fun with the ambassador.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“He was cocky and dull.”

“You laughed an awful lot.” He scoffed. You pulled away from him and crossed your arms across your chest.

“Doctor McCoy, are you jealous?” You teased, but your teasing nature went away when he didn’t say anything. “Len-”

“Darlin’, I’m fine. I just need a minute.” 

“No you don’t.” He turned to see you. Again, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you looked against the purple light. “What’s going on? We were having fun, I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to, the ambassador didn’t even really ask just took me over, now you’re upset.”

��I never said I didn’t want to dance with you.” He said. “I just didn’t have the...”

“Balls?” He finally laughed a little at that.

“Yeah. He kinda stepped in before I could finally get some.” You heard the music lightly coming through the door and walked over to him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist and you locked yours around his neck. 

“There we go. That’s better.” You said. He rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You swayed together to the faint music, breathing in his musky cologne and your warm and spicy perfume. His arms tightened around you so the tips of your noses touched. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. While he was someone who didn’t particularly like dancing, he didn’t mind it with you. “You don’t have to be jealous, y’know.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Because I don’t want anyone else.” His breath hitched as one of your hands slid down to cup his jaw. 

“Darlin’, don’t play games.”

“You heard me earlier. I don’t play games.” You closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him softly. One of the hands wrapped around your waist went up to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, taking your bottom lip between his. His lips were a little chapped but damn did he know how to kiss. You felt your entire body melting into him as every nerve ending fired. You had to keep yourself from whining when he pulled away. 

“I’ve been wanting that to happen a long time.”

“Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you again, fiercer this time as he lead you against the desk. His hands went up to cup your jaw as you grabbed at his back, the dress uniform’s scratchy fabric unpleasant against your fingernails. His tongue darted into your mouth and you welcomed him as he teased you. His hands started moving all over you, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. His mouth moved against your jaw, down to you neck and stopped there. Your breathing had picked up as he kissed against the juncture of your neck and collarbone. “Len-” You gasped out when he kissed, sucked the skin into his mouth. You didn’t care about the mark that would be left there as his lips pressed a soft kiss to the red spot he had created. He pulled away to look at you, his lips slightly swollen.

“Darlin’ I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you.” Your breathing picked up even more as you were rendered speechless. “I just need you to tell me to stop and I will.”

“I don’t want you to. Please Len, don’t stop.” you whispered, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head. You leaned forward and pulled the collar of his shirt down and leaned to give him the same mark he had given you. His hand went to your exposed thigh, feeling the garter that held your phaser. “Always have to be prepared.” You joked, breaking some of the tension. He smiled and pulled the phaser to set it on the chair behind the desk. His hand slid up your thigh again and you jumped a little as he finally reached your panties. His fingers creeped in to find that bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention. 

“Shit.” He cursed when he felt how wet you were. He started slowly circling it and your hands went to his biceps, squeezing tightly. His finger moved away from your clit and into your core, quickly joined by a second finger. You were tight around his fingers and you wondered how tight you would feel around his cock. He moved his fingers around a little until he found the spot that made you clench around him and moan into his mouth. 

“Yes!” You sighed, his thumb going to rub your clit has his fingers curled inside of you. You messed with his shirt with shaky hands, trying to open it to feel at least some of his skin. When you succeeded, you ran your hands down his chest to reach for his slacks. You pressed your lips together when you felt the bit of wetness at the bulge. You unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his hips enough to free his cock that slapped against his belly. You both moaned to each other as you ran the palm of your hand over his tip. You encircled him and started jerking him off slowly. The coil in your belly was growing tighter as he continually tapped against you while rubbing the most sensitive part of you. While you always secretly admired his hands, you had underestimated how good his fingers would be. “Shit wait, I don’t want to come yet.”

“What do you need? Whatever you want.” He replied desperately. 

“I need you inside me now. I can’t wait anymore.” He cured under his breath and you bunched up your skirt so it wouldn’t get ruined. He pulled his fingers and you swore you could’ve come just from watching him smear your wetness over his cock. He wrapped one of his arms back around your waist with the other holding it, your arms going to grip at his shoulders. His cock caught at your entrance and he grasped the base of himself before slowly starting to push in. Both of your mouths dropped open as he sank into you with small rolls of his hips. 

“Fuck you feel too damn good.” You mewled as his accent came out even more. He finally bottomed out inside of you and he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders. “You alright?”

“Perfect, you feel perfect.” You two stayed like that for a moment or two, basking in each other before your hips started to roll as best as they could against him. One of his hands left you to grip the edge of the desk as he pulled out to the tip to push back into you roughly. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold back as much as he wanted to as your body bounced against him and the desk creaked underneath you and the fact that you knew the grip he had on your hip would leave bruises. You hooked one of your legs higher around his waist and he gasped out when he sunk even deeper into you. The angle allowed for him to hit the spot that he had found earlier and if it wasn’t for him you would’ve collapsed against the desk. You muffled your cries against his shoulder, still cognisant that you were at a gala. 

“Shit, darlin’ I’m not gonna last much longer.” You shook your head against him.

“Me neither.”

“Rub your clit, c’mon.” He groaned into your ear and one of you shaky hands reached down to sloppily circle your clit. He cursed and bit his lip when he felt you clench around him tighter. “C’mon honey, come for me.” Your legs started shaking around him and you felt that coil turning even tighter. “Please come for me.” He whined and you felt that resolve snap inside of you, tingling through every part of your body as your back bowed to press your breasts against him. He kissed you to swallow your cries as your body convulsed. He was soon grunting and groaning loader before you felt hotness cover your walls and his thrusts becoming shorter and deeper. His knuckles were blanched as they went to move your hair out of your face, feeling the imprints the lines of the desk made on his fingers and his breath puffing out against you. Your hands went to feel his pecs, to feel his heart beating wildly. 

“See? Told ya you didn’t need to be jealous.” You panted and he chuckled against you, the sound reverberating through you. He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss against your forehead and nuzzled against you. 

“We should probably get cleaned up.” He pulled up your panties and you stood up from the desk, squirming when you felt come slide out of you. “Maybe that’ll keep you from dancing with someone else.” You rolled your eyes lovingly and grabbed your phaser to put it back in your garter. You helped him look presentable again and kissed his cheek before going to the door. He grabbed your hand and pulled your back to his chest. “This wasn’t the way I thought that this would happen, but I’m glad it did.”

“How did you want it to happen?” He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over the mark he had made on your shoulder. 

“I would’ve taken you out first once I’d finally gotten the courage to ask you out. Maybe I’d take you to a nice restaurant on a planet like this to get some real food, not replicated. I might take you to a place where you could see the stars because you love ‘em so damn much even though you’re constantly surrounded by them. I was actually trying to track down an old movie you loved so that we could watch it together. I was thinking I would make my move then.” You smiled up at him and played with the medals on his shirt.

“Those things can still happen, y’know. We can still do all of that.” You said. “I would really like to.”

“Me too.” He gave you another kiss before you both left the room, hoping you didn’t leave behind too big of a mess. 

XXXXXX

“Janice, I thought it would happen too.” Nyota consoled the yeoman as they wondered where the two of you had went. They had assumed you had both beamed back to the ship after realizing the other was busy either dancing or wallowing. 

“But it was perfect! It was just like those sappy vids! Pretty dresses, dancing, two people who won’t admit they’re in love! I just want them to be happy.” “Plus it doesn’t help that we have a bet going.” Hikaru interjected. “If they didn’t get together tonight then she owes me fifty credits.” Nyota shook her head incredulously. 

“You two are-” She stopped when she saw the two of you walk back down the stairs together again. “Oh stars-”

“Yes!” Janice celebrated. “Pay up, Hikaru!”

“Wait, that’s not proof of anything!” He whined. 

“Think again, hickey at three o’clock.” Hikaru leaned against the table near him and groaned. 

“What’s going on?” You asked and they didn’t miss how Leonard had his arm around your waist. 

“Oh nothing, we’re just about to toast.” They grabbed some bubbly by a waiter walking by. “To new beginnings and old bets!” Your brows furrowed but you drank from the flute anyway. 

You’d figure out what they meant later. For now, you relished being with your doctor and friends. 

“C’mon, I owe you a dance.” He said in your ear, leading you away from your friends. Unlike before, you assumed a more formal position with your hand in his, the other on his shoulder, and his other on your hip. 

“Glad to see you finally made it out!” Jim chuffed. “Must’ve had enough bourbon.” 

“Yeah, that’s it.” Leonard replied and you chuckled. Leonard’s eyes suddenly narrowed over your shoulder before you heard a familiar voice.

“Commander, glad to see you made it back! May I steal you for a moment?” The ambassador asked and you sighed. 

“No, you may not.”

“But-”

“She said no. Go chase an asteroid.” Leonard replied and you were surprised at the way he talked. 

“Excuse me?”

“Excuse us.” You replied and pushed Leonard away from the ambassador before a diplomatic incident occurred. “Y’know, we’re trying to suck up here.”

“Never was one for kissing ass.” He mused.

“Ah, always with that southern charm.”

“It got you, darlin’.”

[eastofthemoon]

Feathered Friends

A silly one shot that wouldn’t leave my head.

Archive of Our Own

Rating: G

Series: The Owl House/Ducktales 2017

Summary: Luz tries something to get her back to the human realm, unfortunately the human part wasn't present. 

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Luz rubbed her hands eagerly as she looked over the handheld mirror. “Alright, mysterious device of arcane mystery, let’s see if you can bring me back to the human realm!’

“Are you sure you want to do this, kiddo?” Eda asked as she crossed her arm. “We know even less about this thing than your last portal attempt.”

“But the inscription says it leads to another world when you twist the handle,” Luz said as she clasped her hands.

“Doesn’t mean it’s the human realm,” Eda added. “There are plenty of bizarre worlds out there. For all we know this thing's connected to a world of man eating toe bats or something.”

“Where did you two find this outrageous ornament anyway?” King said as he poked the mirror.

“<i>We</i> didn’t,” Eda said with a deep sigh, shoving King’s paw away. “Hooty coughed it up and apparently doesn’t even remember where he picked it up.  Not that he remembers much to begin with.”

King grimaced. “Yuck, he really needs to be more aware of what he eats.”

“Anyway,” Luz continued as she put her hands on her hips, “it’s still worth trying.  Worst case it should lead back here, right?”

Eda sighed as she ruffled her hair. “All right, but I’m coming with you. King, how about you?  Up for a little interdimensional exploration?”

“Naw,” King said as he left the room. “My tummy is craving hot chocolate and I’ve decided to graciously fulfill its demand.”

“Save some for me,” Luz said as she picked up the mirror. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Well, those are some ominous last words, but let’s give it a go,” Eda said as she placed a hand on Luz’s shoulder.

Luz bit her lower lip as she gave the mirror handle a hard twist.

The mirror sparked madly, before suddenly erupting with blue energy.  The mirror seemed to shine, and the energy formed into a swirling portal.

“Alright,” Luz said with a deep breath. “Here goes.”  Holding the mirror close to her chest, Luz stepped through the portal together with Eda.

They found themselves in a room. A very normal human looking room with a bunk bed and human style clothes scattered around it.

Hope flickered in Luz's eyes. Was it possible? Had she made it home?! Did she-

Someone, not Eda, cleared their throat and Luz turned.

Her joy evaporated.

Four pairs of eyes were staring at her. Eyes belonging to what seemed to be humanoid ducks. One was wearing a pink dress with a cute bow, another wore a blue shirt and a stunned expression. The third wore a red hat and shirt and seemed to be working out what question to ask first, while the fourth wore a green hoodie and held a soda can.

“Um...Hi,” Luz said slowly with a nervous smile. “Please don’t freak-”

The duck in green growled as he rubbed his eyes and set down the soda can.  The actual soda can, Luz found her eyes drawn to it. “Dewey, I thought you promised not to invite extra-dimensional beings into our bedroom again!”

“It wasn't me!” the duck, likely named Dewey, objected. “I mean, it was me that other time, but in my defense the number of views for my show have never been higher.”

“While that may be numerically true, that is strictly relative,” the duck with the red hat replied dryly.  "The number of views were even higher that time you left the camera on for twenty minutes of Mrs. Beakley cleaning the carpet."

“Uh….” Luz said as Eda looked around.

“Talking ducks? Hey, I think I’ve been to this world,” Eda muttered.

Before Luz could ask what she meant, the duck with the cute bow bounced up to her.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” she greeted and pointed behind her. “That’s Louie, Dewey and Huey! What’s your name?”

“I’m Luz, and this is Eda the Owl Lady,” Luz replied, slightly amazed by her chipper attitude. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to barge in-”

“Boys, what was that noise?!” shouted a female voice with a British accent.

“One second,” Huey said as he poked his head out of the room. “A portal opened and now we've got visitors from another world.”

There was a brief pause. “Are they dangerous?”

Huey pulled his head back. “Hostile or non-hostile?”

“Well, some call me a foxy mama and I've slain many a heart, kiddo,” Eda said with a wink.

Huey raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luz. “Non-hostile then?”

Luz nodded as Huey poked his head out again.

“They’re not dangerous, Mrs. Beakley!” he shouted.

“Alright, I’ll be up once these dishes have been dealt with,” the voice shouted back.

“You guys are oddly calm about this,” Luz said as she tilted her head.

Louie scoffed as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. “Please, on average we get at least one weird portal opening in our house a month.”

“It was twice last month,” Dewey replied and shivered. “I still can’t get that centaur’s song out of my head.”

"Averages, Dewford!"

“Okay, then,” Luz said, wondering to herself exactly what kind of life these ducks had.

Huey pointed to the mirror in Luz’s hand. “So, given the evidence, my hypothesis is that this is what created the portal.  It wasn't red, so I'm assuming it doesn't use the same method as the Solego circuit - is it magic?  Runic designs, or some sort of divine blessing?”

Luz blinked and blushed realizing she had almost forgotten she was holding it.

“Uh, yeah, again sorry, we kind of just found it and were experimenting,” Luz said as she held it up. “I’ll just turn so we can-”

“Now, hold up, kiddo,” Eda said with a smirk. “I’ve been to this world before and it’s actually pretty fun. A lot more accepting of avian people than the Boiling Isles, if you catch my drift.  It might actually be worth having a short visit here.”

“I can’t help but note you’re not asking our opinion here,” Louie asked.  "I should really start charging tolls on interdimensional travel..."

Dewey stepped forward and pointed. “More importantly will you or will you not come onto my show for an interview?”

“How much are you willing to pay?” Eda said.

“Nevermind that,” Webby said as she grinned at Luz. “Are you a magic user?”

“I’m, er, a witch in training,” Luz said as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Oooh, I should introduce you to Lena and Violet,” Webby continued. “We can compare notes - do you have a scrapbook of arcane secrets too?!”

“Oh really,” Luz said as her eyes sparked. That did sound like fun.

“Kids,” a female voice called out and another duck - female-sounding, wearing a pilot uniform - entered the room. “Beakley mentioned something about a portal-”

Suddenly, she gasped and pointed.  “Eda Clawthorne! Is that you?”

Eda frowned and tilted her head. “You look kind of familiar? Do I know you?  You're not a debt collector, right?”

The duck laughed and pointed at herself. “It’s me, Della Duck! Remember? I took your staff for a joyride? We had a bonding experience over nachos?”

Eda blinked, and a smile appeared as she snorted. “Della?! Ha! Wow, it’s been ages! You got old girl!”

Della laughed. “You're one to talk! Didn’t you have red hair?”

Eda snorted as she ran a hand through her hair. “True, but I am still a foxy mama though.  Silver is in.”

“I have several questions,” Huey asked.

“And I smell the start of a delicious backstory,” Luz added as she rubbed her hands.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Della said. “Scrooge, Donald and I ran into her once during one of our adventures.”

Eda chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fun ride. Hey, did Scrooge ever get over the ‘you know what’?”

Della paused, and suddenly sucked air in and looked anywhere <i>but</i> Eda. “Yeah, about that. Great catching up and all, but you should probably leave before he hears that you’re here?”

Eda froze. “Y-you've got to be kidding.  Don’t tell me that old coot is still alive-”

“EDA CLAWTHORNE!”

All heads turned and Luz spotted an old duck wearing a red jacket, a top hat on his head and an angry scowl on his face as he pointed a cane at the visitors.

“YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SHOWING UP HERE!”

“Oh boy,” Eda said as she grabbed Luz’s arm. “Time to go, kiddo!”

“What?” Luz cried. “But what about-”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Scrooge yelled as he wrapped his cane handle around Eda’s wrist. “YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU RETURN THE COPPER PIPES YOU STOLE YOU SHIFTY SHORTCHANGING CHARLATAN!”

“Copper pipes?” Louie asked in disbelief. “Really?  In this economy?”

Eda rolled her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the cane. “Aw come on, Scroogey no need to be so hostile-”

Scrooge snarled. “I have every right to be horrendously hostile you-”

“Even when I specifically came here - across the dimensional void - just to bring back those pipes?” Eda gestured to the corner of the room. “All six of them, right over there!”

“What?” Scrooge looked. “I don’t see-”

Eda kicked Scrooge off his cane and watched the duck tumble flat on his face.

“And that definitely makes it time to go!” Eda said as she took the mirror, twisted the handle and sparks started to fly. “Say your goodbyes, kid, because we are out of here!”

“Uh, okay,” Luz said as Eda pulled her towards the emerging portal. “Sorry about this!”

“No worries,” Webby said as Dewey helped Scrooge up. “Send me a letter! I've always wanted an extradimensional pen-pal!”

Luz could see Scrooge rallying to give chase, but her view was abruptly eclipsed by the swirling blue of the portal as she was pulled through. Both Eda and Luz collided at the foot of the couch as the portal disappeared behind them.

King sipped his hot chocolate as he peered over them from the couch.

“So!  How was the site of my future conquest?” he asked.

Luz pointed an arm up. “Not the human realm, but we met some friendly talking ducks and I got Eda backstory so I'm still calling it a win.”

“And I got a free cane,” Eda declared as she waved the cane up in the air.

Luz narrowed her eyes. “You should really give that back.”

Eda snarked. “Luz, trust me, that guy has a ton of these things.” She held up in the air and fiddled with the handle. “I wonder if-”

A laser blazed out of the cane's tip without warning. Hooty yelped, spiraling out of the way it shot through the wall behind him.

“...Oooh, Mama like,” Eda cooed, eyes sparkling as she raced outside. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do!”

“Mass destruction! Untold mayhem! Unfettered obliteration!  It's my turn next!” King shouted as he gave chase.

Luz sighed as she put down the mirror. “Alright, so...I can check off the mirror at least.  Not a way home, but not bad.  Maybe leave the Owl Lady here next time.”

Luz heard more blasts being fired, and the growing sounds of rampaging fires. She briefly considered going outside to reduce the carnage, but decided it might be better to write that letter to Webby instead.

[scream-into-the-voiddd]

Missing peace's

Hi there 

February is now upon us and I have come from the ashes of last year like a phoenix and one word in on my lips.

DUCKS!!!! 

anyway, I have rewatching s3 (again) and I would like to gather the things that the duck fam and FOWL have gathered (so far) and see what might be done with them. 

List of things so far...

1) the harp of mervana 

what is it?: a herp (duh) 

what does it do?:  It tells the truth. The harp answers any question truthy but it also seems to be able to answer the truth about outcomes.

for example when Louie say’s they need to jump as “its the only way” the herp answers “correct”   

and later with the mervanains trying to build the harp says the thing is going to fall and it does. 

Note that the herp is not asked directly about these things. 

2) Gene the Genie 

what is he?: a Genie (again duh) 

What does he do: grants wishes, BUT he only able to grant them in a way he understands them, like Donald wants “normal family problems” so Gene puts them in a sitcom (situational comedy), he does not change the family he changed the world around them, as 90′s sitcoms is how Gene translates  “normal family problems” so any wish made will have his flare to it.

3) The Third Eye Diamond

(this was modified to do the opposite to its OG intent, However it did work as planned on LP.)

What is it?: a magic gem/ a gun

What does it do?: it enhances someone's intelligences and abilities, It makes them the “best” version of themselves. It also seems to give them insights they may not have had otherwise (LP’s realisation that he wants to be ‘good enough’ LP tends to not have these reflect moments all that often...not on propose anyway) So the third eye also gives you wisdom into yourself and what is happening around you (as Lp found out about FOWL).  

(it also gives people British accents)    

4) The Fountain of Youth  

What is it? : a fountain/ pool 

What does it do?: it seals the youth of one person and the can give it to another. 

not much else to say about this one. 

5) The Solego Circuit

What is it?: a Key 

What does it do?: it opens gateways to other dimensions (unstable ones atm), It can bring things in from other dimensions (objects and people) but it can also make someone be part of another dimension (scrooge jumping on the table) and not think anything is off. 

Dr Waddlemier (Gos’s Grandpa) is the only one (other them MAYBE Bulba) who can figure it out.

6) The Split Sword of Swanstantine

What is it?: a sword

What does it do?: channels inner strength of the user 

(FOWL didn’t care about it so I won’t either, they wanted a feather (dna) from one of the ducks, The only other point I will make on this is that the only people to have had physical contact with FOWL agenesis in this ep was Huey and Scrooge, so the feather is most likely one of theirs)  

7) The Papyrus of Binding 

What is it? a papyrus/ parchment 

what does it do? It grants the statement written on it. It is dangerously literal and must be worded carefully.

at the moment it is lost and can only be found by an heir of Mcduck   

8) the Blessed Bagpipes of Clan Mcduck

What is it? Bagpipes 

what does it do? It brings life into things that don’t have life (eg. sculptures) that is done by playing it.

Ok now that the list is done lets see what we got...

most of these are magical items expect maybe the Solego Circuit, but it seemed to of had a magical origin at least. 

they are for:

the truth, wishes (limited by gene), intelligences and wisdom, Youth / youth stealing, interdimensional travel/ collection, reality warping and life giving.

 So why these Items? why these powers? and how does it tie into what Fenton and Gandra dee have made? 

I am just going to guess what the items will be used for 

The herp- integrations, asking if something will work (like say on the papyrus), making sure things are running smoothly

The 3d eye Dimond- boosting the intelligence of Fowl agents, attach it to the  Solego Circuit, to make it better, 

Gene the Genie- to be used as a redo button if somethings does go wrong (like how Donald undid his last wish), to get the Papyrus (wishing the heir to find it, making something lose its magic (idk tho)

The fountain of Youth- to take the youth of their enemies and give to it themselves, to make the artefacts young or old (does it work on objects?) 

Solego Circuit- to bring things and people from other dimensions, like an heir of Mcduck?  bring in objects in like other artefacts or agents 

The Papyrus of Binding- to change their reality to be under Fowls control, to get rid of scrooge, to make sure that anyone how tries to stop them fail.     

the Blessed Bagpipes of Clan Mcduck- to trap people in their homes, to have eyes and ears on every single corner of the world, to bring someone back to life (can it revive people?) 

but honestly IDK I just wanted to lay down were we are all at.   

[roseprincess1994]

A Wonderful Life...

Okay so I know I didn't sign up for the DTs secret Santa project this year for many reason that I won't really bore every one with but I did want to put up something for Christmas. And I want to sort of dedicate it @promiseddifferent and to @rikareena both have been SO supportive and encouraging of me. I am still so new to writing but they have always been there to pump me up. So this is my little Christmas gift to them.  

(So heres a little present for you guys!! @promiseddifferent and @rikareena)

Also I hope that everyone can enjoy this little story! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I wanted to put something happy and warm out there for everyone, its been a hell of a year for us all and the holidays is a time to remember that we should be thankful for the things that brig us joy and to cherish them. And for me Ducktales has been such a outlet and a way to get away from all of the craziness and anxiety inducing situations. So happy holidays, stay safe and be kind. 

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A Wonderful life

The twins had at last been put to bed, a long day of playing out in the snow, baking Christmas cookies, and helping their uncle layout traps for Santa, it had been just the ticket to tuckering out a pair of rambunctious four year olds...it was also the key to keeping their minds off of how this Christmas would be different this year.  This year instead of celebrating the holiday with their mother and father they would be celebrating with their uncle.

Scrooge sighed, pushing the unpleasant thought to the back of his mind there was no since in getting misty over events that he had no control over.

“Your brooding again.” A voice came.

Scrooge turned his gaze away from the fire burning in the harth to the woman who had spoken and locked eyes with her. “I don’t know what youre talken about he grumbled.

Goldie rolled her eyes before walking over to him and holding out a glass of scotch. “ Look i didn't agree to spending Christmas with you and the twin terrors just so you can sit here and brood in front of the fire like a moldy old codger.” she said with a slight annoyance in her tone.

Scrooge gave her a glare before talking the glass from her, mumbling inaudibly into the glass as he took a sip. Goldie rolled her eyes once more before sighing and taking a set on his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You know Christmas was Hortense’s favorite holiday after moving here to America, even more so after sailor boy and fly girl game into the picture. She would always get into the Christmas spirit, I remember her going on and on about why she loved the holiday, it was because it brought families together. You also know that she would clobber you for being a grinch, I can hear her now “Scroogie ya best not be moping about on my account! I'm counting on ya to be given my wee ones the best Christmas! So help me I’ll come back and string ya up by your tail feathers with garland I will!” Goldie said immitanting Hortense trying to lighten the mood.

Despite his sour mood Scrooge couldn't help but crack a small smile. “Aye, your right lass.” He said giving her waist a light squeeze.

“Of course I’m right, I'm always right.” Goldie replied before taking a sip of her whiskey. Now it was Scrooge's turn to do the eye rolling, but he knew it was best not to say anything. The two slipped into a comfortable silence as they sat in front of the roaring fire and enjoyed the comfort of one another's presence.

Goldie finished off the rest of her glass of whiskey before setting the glass down on the side table. “Well I think I’ll be turning in, it will be morning before we know it and the little hellions will be paying us a rude wake up call I am sure.” she said as she stood up from his lap. “Try not to brood too much longer, you know frowning causes wrinkles and you don't need any extra help in that department Sourdough.” She gave him a teasing wink before adding a kiss to his cheek as he grumbled under his breath, something that sounded awful like “Your one to talk” but she decided to let it slide since it was Christmas. 

 As Goldie exited the room and headed upstairs to turn in Scrooge once again went back to sitting in silence, watching as the fire danced along the longs, slowly sipping his drink. As he finished off the glass he sat the glass down on the side table as well before standing and going over to the book shelf and pulled out one of the books, it was old, worn, and leather bound photo album with a thick layer of dust on it. 

Scrooge slowly made his way back over to his chair to sit down before carefully oping the album wincing as the spice creaked in protest. It was a old family photo album sprinkled with pictures of his parents and he and his sisters as children, there where not many photos, just the few that the family had been able to afford now and then, the pictures spanning years and years. He paused on one particular photo os he, Matilda, and little baby Hortense if he had to guess they where nine, five, and a few months old respectively. He was holding the little babe in his arms, he and Matilda had big smiles on their little dirt covered faces. Scrooge sighed heavily and blinked away the sudden sting in his eye, which he attributed to the dust. “Merry Christmas Tessie.” He said softly as he ran a finger over infants face, and made a mental note to call his parents, along with Matilda and Ludwig in the morning, knowing they would want to talk to the twins and he also admitted to himself that he was feeling a little home sick and wanted to hear the sound of his families voices. 

Shaking off the feeling of gloom, Goldie was right he didn't need to be wallowing in things of the past, he stood up from the chair wincing as his joints cracked, he went back over to the bookshelf and put the album back, making another mental note to start showing the kids more of the old album and other photos of their mothers side of the family. He himself slowly made his way upstairs towards his bedroom. 

When he arrived at the bedroom the lights where off and it appeared that Goldie had already fallen asleep. The only source of light was from the full moon reflecting off the snowing and sting in through the window. He quietly went towards the bathroom, after changing and brushing his teeth he silently made his way towards the bed, gently pulling back the covers and sliding into bed being carful not to wake the other occupant. Scrooge had just settled when Goldie rolled over to face him, he should have known she would still be awake. 

“Hey.” Goldie spoke up softly, reaching over to gently turn his face towards hers, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “You okay?” she asked. 

Scrooge couldn't help but smile at her rare moment of tenderness, he placed his hand over hers giving it a gentle squeeze. “Aye, don't you worry my darlin I’m fine...just thinking about how I’ll probably give my parents and Tilly a call tomorrow. I’m sure they will want to talk to Donald and Della.” He replied.

Goldie just looked at him for a moment trying to gage if he was telling the truth or not, finally she just nodded before scooting closer to lay her head on his chest. “Night Moneybags.” she said softy as she settled down. 

Scrooge moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, tugging her closer and placing a gentle kiss into her golden locks...soaking in the warmth and comfort she always gave him. “Good night Goldie Girl.” he whispered before settling own himself. 

     It was some time after midnight when both Scrooge and Goldie where awoken by the distant sound, both where light sleepers and where always able to be awake and alert at the sound of a pin drop...you didn't get to live as long as they did by letting your guard down even in sleep. They laid still and listened for a moment, the sound came once again. Goldie frowned and went to sit up but Scrooge held her tightly in place. “Is it Santa?” She mouthed. Scrooge frowned listing for a moment before the frown slowly melted into a knowing smile, before he could reply the bedroom door opened and two small figures appeared in the doorway. Before they knew it Donald and Della where standing at the foot of the bed. 

Not bothering to wait for a invitation Della crawled up on the bed before turning to help Donald up on to the bed as well. Scrooge had an amused expression on his face as he watched the kids and also the annoyed look on Goldie's face. 

“Is there something we can help you with?” He asked sitting up slightly, as Della crawled up to the head of the bed and made herself comfortable between the adults sitting down close to her uncles side, just as Donald settled down close to Goldie side. 

“Donnie had another nightmare and was to scared to go back to sleep. So told him that we should come find you and aunt Goldie cuz you two fight off monsters and bad guy all the time and would protect us,” Della explained. 

“Is that true lad?” He asked looking as Donald, Scrooge could clearly see the dried tears on the little boys face. Donald only nodded his head in response. 

“Well in that case I supposed you two can stay here tonight.” Scrooge said ignoring the look Goldie was sending him. “Your aunt Goldie and I will keep ya both safe.” he continued, 

The two little ones quickly settled down and the adults fallowed soon after. 

“Uncle Scrooge, can you tell a story?” Della asked struggling against her uncles side. When Scrooge glanced down he couldn't help but notice her eyes...his sisters eyes looking back at him. “Aye lass I suppose so, how about I tell you about how I urned the tittle Buckaroo of the Badlands?” He asked Della nodded excitedly, she loved to hear all about her uncles adventures and longed for the day she could grow up and be a great adventure just like him, but Della also liked to just listen to her uncle talk...because his accent reminded her so much of her mama. 

Donald on the other had was more interested in Goldie having cuddled closer to her side. Goldie raised an eyebrow at the little boy. “Something I can help you with?” She asked when she notice him just looking at her. Though he didn't seem to acknowledge that she had spoken, instead with the thumb on his one hand in his mouth and with the other hand he reached out a graded onto a lock of her hair seeming truly intrigued. His aunt Goldies hair was so different then his mamas, his mamas hair had been a deep red, to match her temper, curly and thick, Goldie hair was soft, wavy, and the same shade of gold as the coins his uncles money bin. Goldie frowned for a moment but then sighed at least the little tike was being gentle and it seemed to be keeping him quite and content so she supposed it was worth the sacrifice. After a few moments she unknowingly began humming...an old, old lullaby...a distant and buried memory...one that tugged at the corner of her mind but she chose to ignore. Goldie would never admit it but the kids where pretty cute. She had begun to gently stroke the little boys forehead causing him to slowly drift off to dream land. Goldie glanced up at the same time Scrooge did, he had just finished his story. The couple locked eyes over the children’s heads both sharing a soft smile. 

“Merry Christmas Scroogie, I love you.” Goldie whispered before shutting her own eyes. 

“Merry Christmas my darlin...I love you too.” Scrooge whispered in reply before gently wrapping his arm around his family pulling them all close. 

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.