#love your nephew more you stupid bicth scrooge

[polina-me]

All I want for Christmas is you.

A little fluff for the New Year, don't blame me.

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A discreet knock on the door woke Donald up. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.

The clock on his phone said it was midnight. Who needs what at a time like this? Or was it just his imagination?

Another knock on the door refuted his thoughts.

— Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming... — Donald grunted and carefully climbed down from his hammock, buttoning the top buttons on his nightgown.

He opened the door of his room and his eyes widened, gradually waking up from sleep.

— Uncle Scrooge? — It wasn't that it was unexpected to see an old duck here, it was more than surprising. The miser practically did not appear on the boat, only to invite the sailor to dinner or an adventure or to remind him that he had to pay rent.

— Hey... Good night, lad... — Scrooge greeted awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.

Donald just stared at his uncle for a while, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the door edge, suppressing a smile. It is even more possible to see Scrooge indecisive.

— What happened, uncle Scrooge? Do you need help with... — He twirled his hand in the air, choosing his words. — something?

Scrooge cleared his throat and Donald noticed for the first time that old duck was holding a pillow and a blanket in one hand.

— Tell me, lad... Aren't you cold by any chance? — He asked carefully, clearly wanting to hint at something. Unfortunately for him, Donald prefers direct words rather than hints.

— Nah, I'm fine. I was even able to fix the "insides" of the boat, so I even get hot sometimes. — He replied casually, stubbornly ignoring his uncle's hints.

Scrooge frowned slightly and smiled wryly.

— Oh, yeah? — Scrooge grinned awkwardly as he adjusted the collar of his nightgown, since it was really warm in the houseboat, that the old duck was also a little hot in his Victorian nightgown. — Then... Aren't you scared? It's so dark in here, you know?

The answer was a slight blush on Donald's cheeks and his movement to the side, showing a small night light on the table in the sailor's room.

Scrooge hesitated even more and he asked almost stammering.

— And you're not lonely? Yes, you are nearby, but not in the same room... — He fell silent when he saw photos of all the family members on the wall of the room.

Scrooge's beak was opening and closing, trying to think of something to say, and Donald interrupted him with his laughter.

— All right, all right! — The sailor took a breath to calm down and looked at his uncle with a cheerful smile with a hint of impudence. — Uncle Scrooge, even when I was a kid, I knew when you were lying so obviously. — He rolled his eyes and snorted, twirling his hand in the air. — Just tell what you want, I want to sleep.

Scrooge's face suddenly turned very red and the old duck looked away, trying not to look not only into the eyes, but at Donald in general.

He muttered something, but Don did not hear anything.

— What you say?

Muttering again.

— I don't hear, uncle Scrooge.

Muttering.

— Wha-

— CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?! — Scrooge, tired of hinting at something, screamed sharply, startling his nephew, who jumped in fright and hit his head on the doorjamb.

Donald hissed painfully, rubbing his bruised head.

— You... Want to sleep with me? — What Donald experienced can be called a shock. Uncle Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck? Wants to sleep with him? Normally, it should be the other way around (to Donald's embarrassment).

Scrooge nodded hesitantly and coughed into his fist.

— I... I've been having nightmares lately.. — Scrooge felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him again, realizing that his words sounded like an excuse, when in fact it was true.

Donald stared at his uncle in shock for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself to recover. He grunted and stepped aside to let Scrooge pass.

— Well, I hope you'll be comfortable in the hammock and your back will be fine in the morning. — Scrooge rolled his eyes at another mention of his age, though a faint smile appeared on his beak.

— I'll be fine, don't worry about my back, thanks. — he grumbled, laying a pillow on the hammock and giving Donald a stern parental look.

Donald chuckled contentedly, amused by his uncle's grouchiness, but was interrupted by his own yawn from the next comment. The sailor snorted, realizing that the desire to sleep was stronger than the desire to make fun of Scrooge, and lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably.

Scrooge also snorted, but this time out of irritation, when Don lay down so calmly on his pillow, but decided not to arise for the sake of the safety of their sleep and just lay down on his nephew, covering them both with a blanket.

A minute later, the two ducks fell asleep, hugging each other. The warmth of each other and the gentle rocking of the hammock comforted them better than they expected.

[polina-me]

It's scary!

Donald had to go on an "exciting" expedition with his uncles again. Only no one told him that the expedition would be in the cave! In any case, it's not his fault that he's scared, so don't let them be outraged! Especially Scrooge...

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Donald swallowed. His knees bent slightly reflexively. His muscles tensed, and his fingers tightened on the straps of his backpack.

"Why does this cave look so intimidating?" — the question just popped into my head, as I immediately felt the impact of someone's particular cane.

— Come on, you bum! Move your legs! — Scrooge barked as usual and confidently headed into the cave.

"Tyrant." — Donald stated the fact in his head. Suddenly, Po felt a hand on his shoulder.

— I hope you haven't forgotten why we're here, right, Donald? — Ludwig was smiling cheerfully and expectantly.

— Yes, don't worry about it, Uncle Ludwig.. — Donald smiled awkwardly, regretfully recalling how throughout the 12-hour flight on the plane, while he was preparing their bags, Uncle Ludwig talked nonstop about this cave.

"Why can't we just say that there are treasures and possible pools of diamonds and oil?" — Donald still didn't know how oil and diamonds could be in the same place. Or as lucky as you can be...

— Great! Then I don't think it will be too difficult for you. — Ludwig cheerfully pinched one cheek of his nephew with his hand, and kissed the other.

— How long have you been there?! — After Scrooge's scream from the cave (how long and far is he in there?) Ludwig and Donald walked quickly.

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— How long do we have to go? — trying to hide the tremor in his voice (with a failure), Donald asked, looking around fearfully.

— Don't complain, Donald. You're not a little duckling anymore. — Ludwig said the last sentence in a joking manner.

— I will always be a duckling, Uncle Ludwig. — The sailor rolled his eyes and smiled. It usually annoys him when he is teased or treated like a child, but in this situation it calms him down.

— Surprisingly, it's a really good idea, nephew. — For the first time in the cave, Scrooge said something.

But why did he say that? Donald was about to say something, but then the light of Scrooge's flashlight fell on my bats, which flew searchingly at three ducks.

— WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!!! — Donald's reaction was not long in coming.

Scrooge was only a little grateful, because his scream scared away the bats. He turned around to assess the condition of his nephew and son-in-law.

And... This made him jealous. Again.

Donald hugged Ludwig's neck with his eyes closed, legs tucked under him, while Ludwig himself looked very surprised.

The professor noticed the expression on his brother-in-law's face. He narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly.

— Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh~ — he hugged the sailor, thereby pressing him even closer to himself (much closer?!) and kissed him on the forehead — It's just bats, don't be afraid~

Scrooge's face became more and more red and distorted due to anger and jealousy. He gripped the cane with such force that it might have broken if the remaining strength had not gone to restrain himself.

He abruptly grabbed Donald with his cane and pulled him away from Ludwig.

— Enough of these stupid games! — Scrooge took him possessively by the hand and pulled him forward. — Time is money, and I don't want to waste either of them!

They continued on their way while Scrooge and Donald held hands. With some changes in appearance, when Donald hugged Scrooge out of fear.

At the same time, Ludwig, with a satisfied smile and hands behind his back, followed them, proud of his "prank".