#DuckTales x Reader

[yandere-toons]

Reader: Time to check if the house is safe before I go to bed!

*yelling down basement stairs* Hey, are there any stalkers down there?

Yandere, poking head out: No, it's okay!

Reader: Okay, thank you!

Steelbeak and Lesbian Reader vibes

[yandereducktales]

Louie Duck Headcanons

Pairings: Louie Duck x Fem! Reader Aged Up + Tw: Slight Angst? Maybe?

Louie isn't good at expressing his feelings in words. He's much better with his actions

He teaches you all the scams and tricks just so you don't fall for any of them

If anyone tries to scam or trick you, he'll make sure they pay [Ref. Season 1 Episode 9 "The Impossible Summit of Mt. Neverrest!"]

He values your opinion (Though he would never tell you that he does. It's just the little things)

He tries to impress you a lot & he loves when you praise him

He slowly gains a trust towards you that's even higher than the one with his brothers. He trusts you with his feelings in a way that makes him vulnerable

"I think you're a stunning woman, Y/n." He looks at you; Like really looks at you. He had never seen you in such a light, always saw you as a... well, not a woman. But now he can't deny it, you were a woman, and he hated it. You were different now and he couldn't get you out of his mind now. Why was he bothered by it now? He had never been phased by you before, but now he's thinking of everything he says and does- This was stupid, you're his best friend, but oh my god, why is that guy hitting on you?

Louie's never really been a jealous guy- or that's what he says

He hates the growing feeling in his chest when people hit on you

But he doesn't own you- Hell, you're not even dating, so he can't tell you not to flirt back, but god he wishes he could

You're his best friend, so he doesn't even have anyone to tell about these feelings

He'd tell his brothers, but he feels like they'd just make fun of you

"Are you okay?" Louie looks up at you, confused, "What?" "You're being weird..." "Weird?" "Yeah. I feel like you're avoiding me or something." He shakes his head, but he's lying. To you and to himself. He HAS been avoiding you. Not necessarily because of you, but because he's scared of his feelings, and he doesn't want to confront his feelings. "No... Just been busy." It's a lie. You know it. He knows it. A part of him hopes you bring up the topic of feelings. Just confess, that's all he needs, your confession. Tell him you have a crush on him, then he'll tell you he feels the same. But you don't. "Okay, if you say so," You then turn and leave. He feels as if he's just lied to the gates of heaven. Maybe if he had been honest, told you he loves you more than anything in the world, things would have been different. You could date, kiss, cuddle, but not now. Not yet. Maybe in the future. Yeah, the future.

[denaliwrites]

Tales of Daring

Scrooge McDuck x GN!Reader

Summary: Scrooge catches you in his Money Bin.

Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton

Requests: Open!

Warnings: I... I'm so... I don't even know what to put here. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this?

"It's not every day I catch a thief red-handed," a Scottish voice purred from behind you. You hadn't even heard him effortlessly dive into the seemingly infinite pile of gold that you'd had to rappel into, and now he had you at a disadvantage. What were you supposed to do with that?

Well, you certainly wouldn't beg for mercy. It was exactly what the old coot wanted, and you couldn't give him that.

"It's not every day a thief makes it out of your Money Bin with a pretty penny to show for it," you replied, holding up a giant, glinting ruby. Light bounced off it, sending scattered shards of red all over the room. One lit up the grin on your bill.

"Tha's a bit more than a pretty penny, wouldn't ye say?" he asked. You heard some coins shift behind you, signaling his moving closer to you.

Your grin grew just a fraction.

"To you, I'd think it's little more than a pretty trinket, wouldn't you say?" you teased, shooting him a look. He didn't seem as amused by your twist on his words as you were. No matter. "Would you really miss this little token, Scrooge?"

You watched as he shivered at the way you said his name. His eyes bounced around the bin contemplatively in an attempt to play off the reaction he'd had to you. "I know all the coins and gems and trinkets in this bin as if they were my own children. Of course I'd miss it."

"Then it should bring you some comfort, shouldn't it, that it's going to a good home?"

"I hardly think bein' sold on the Black Market for a wad of cash is 'goin' to a good home.'"

You feigned offense, laying a hand dramatically over your heart. "Scrooge! I'm hurt you'd think so poorly of me. Of course it's not going to the Black Market. It's going to a very reputable buyer. Hired me to steal it from you and everything."

"How much is 'e payin' ye, then?" Scrooge asked.

Now it was your turn to shiver -- though the one that danced down your spine was a bit more... anticipatory in nature. "Not nearly as much as the ruby is worth," you confessed lightly. "But we both know I never was one to back down from a challenge."

He was suddenly on you, his hands pinning yours behind you while his chest pressed flush against your back. A gentle shushing whisper blew past your ear before he spoke, "And how goes yer little challenge, eh? Would ye consider it successful?"

You shot a look back to him, along with a grin. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I? I'd call that a win."

He grunted in amusement before shifting his hands so that one was still holding you by the wrists, while the other delicately plucked the ruby from your grasp.

He held it up within your line of sight, twisting it so the lights bouncing off it danced along the walls. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, though even as he spoke of it, his eyes were on you.

"You're not so bad yourself," you purred.

He unceremoniously threw the ruby back into the sea of gold with a sigh, then released you with a grunt that seemed a lot less amused than before. "Same time next week?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Off ye pop, then. I've got a meetin' in ten..."

[diomcsimon]

Being Scrooge McDucks twin ☕️

Head canons of what I imagine it would be like Scrooges twin.

Gn Reader

I want to mention that English isn't my first language and I am dyslexic so there might be a hand full of grammar mistakes.

🪙 You two most likely grew up close

🪙 So when Scrooge got his number one dime you refused to let him go without you

🪙 You two worked hard to where you two are now

🪙You two faced a lot of dangers together but with each other you guys were unstoppable

🪙 Then came the day when Della and Donald needed to be taken care of, you didn’t have a problem with this they were family after all

🪙 Well things happen and you for became a strong team that all sorts of mysteries around the world

🪙 when Della had here three eggs you became even more protective of her, tbh you probably saw her as a daughter in a way

🪙 When Scrooge told you about the spear of saline and how it was going to be a gift for Della, you were a bit unease

🪙 You knew that Scrooge wouldn’t allow harm to come to her but you also knew that Della was a curious woman and would find out sooner than later

🪙 So together you helped Scrooge build it but then Della found out about it and took it out for a test drive

🪙 You got a panicked call from Scrooge all you could make of it was “Della found it “ “she’s in a meteoroid storm” and that was all you needed to hurry your way to him

🪙 When you got there you saw Donald with the eggs heading out angrily and refusing to talk as you made your way further in there you saw Scrooge leaning over a counter of controls and a big screen only saying the words “signal lost”

🪙 You called out to Scrooge and when he turned to look at you your heart broke, he looked as if he had been crying for decades and was still panicking

🪙 Rushing into action you ran over to him comforting him and trying to understand what was going on

🪙 Together you search for Della spending enormous amounts of money but to no avail

🪙 You also tried to get in contact with Donald but he showed no interest in the dangerous life

🪙 When Beakly came around with baby Webby, you and Scrooge took them in and you made sure Webby felt at home and welcome in the machine

🪙 You made sure he knew he could come to you if things ever got too tough and you did send him some gift money and present to the boys from “ secret Santa”

🪙 So when one day you and your brother were coming home from work you were more than happy to see Donald in the driveway (unlike a certain someone)

🪙 You were more than happy to take care of the boys, even if it was just for a few hours

🪙 But Scrooge had other plans. When Scrooge but the kids in the old storage room you were ready to protest but Scrooge was quick to snap at you as well

🪙 Not wanting to anger him more you headed to your office to think

🪙 Wile in your office you heard sounds coming from the vents and the next thing you know four kids fall out of your ceiling vent

🪙 But to no surprise Webby is the firs one to jump up screaming "GOOD MORNIG Y/N"

🪙 Happy you greeted the kids before the were quick to run out, soon deciding to follow after them to make sure the don't get into too much trouble

🪙 Finding the kids looking around the garage

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Walking into garage I saw the kids looking at the neglect artifacts. I saw one of the triplets putting sticky notes. My attention is then brought to the one in blue, what was his name again? Oh yeah that's it Dewey. I see the painting that Dewey is looking at and feel a sting in my heart as I realize its the one with our old team on it. "It's fake" Louie says before I'm fast enough to protest Webby beats me to it " What no it's not right Y/N?" " It's true it's real I still remember that like it was yesterday " I say recalling the old memory.

"Oh come on are we really stupoustu believe that?" Dewey asked. As I wen't to answer he starter walking around wile pointing to different things clainig they were fake, I rushed after him worried hell get hurt. When he opens a chest with the ghost of a pirate.

Acting quickly I grabbed Dewey and guidet the others to cover. As I tride to think of a plan I see the triplets panicin "Hey it's going to be okey im going to take care of this, you four stay here until its safe"

Just when I was obout to jump into action I hear my brother yell " what in dismal downs is going on in here ?!" oh great now that. “What are you three doing out of your room?” He yelled to the kids "We've got this. There are four of us and three of them. If we, wait never mind, they teamed up" "Ah good, that means only one target" Scrooge said ready to lunch at the ghost. " No, get back your old!" Dewey yelled after him to no avail.

"Oi Beastie, what's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife?" Scrooge yelled pointing his cane at the ghost "The head of Scrooge McDuck!" it yelled "Would you settle for his hat ?" Scrooge asked launching at the ghost. " You kids stay here !" I yelled leaping out of the hiding spot.

"hey need help Scrooge ?" "Well I'm certainly not agains it"

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That's sorta all the motivation and ideas I have for now. I might make more later if I get motivation and ideas :))

[remember-the-fanfics]

Request: Delia reuniting with a friend who chews her out for taking the Spear of Selene, only to start breaking down in tears while doing so.

What would you do when you see your long lost dead friend? Well (Y/n) shut the door in Della's face in disbelief, somehow Della still had the spare key after all these years. Della was happy and relieved that they hadn't moved in the past decade, finding (Y/n) was apparently the easier part. Explaining everything was the issue.

"Look (Y/n), please just let me explain-."

"You left! For 10 years! I thought you were gone for good and then you waited a month until you realized that I still existed."

"I'm sorry, I want to get to know my boys."

"That wouldnt need to happen if you didn't take the spear of Selene!" Yelled (Y/n). "You could have atleast waited until they were hatched! You were gone with only a note." (Y/n) looked at Della in the eyes. "N-None of us knew if you were okay or where you were. I had to accept the fact you could be-." (Y/n) choked on the words as their emotions caught up with them.

Della took a few steps closer. Not wanting to get too close incase (Y/n) wasn't ready. She held her arms opened for an invitation of a hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Y-you should be." (Y/n) said before diving in the hug. "I missed you so much. The boys act so much like you." They were sobbing.

"I missed you too. I'm happy they had you to watch over them as well."

The two stayed there for a while.

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12/22/2023

Let's act like it hasn't been more than year. But yeah I'm rusty <3

[cocacoffee]

Hello! Could you write scrooge McDuck meeting a human reader that involuntarily hops between their dimension and the DuckTales one every time they sneeze?

YES OFC I LOVE THIS IDEA!

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Romantic or Platonic: Platonic

Headcanons or Oneshot: Oneshot

Fandom: DuckTales (2017)

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Sneeze Travlers

Scrooge McDuck x Reader

It was allergy season, the worst season for you. You held in a sneeze, hesitating to do so afraid of which dimension you'll travel too today "Nuh-uh no way I'm not gonna sne- ahh.."

You gave in and let out a sneeze, you were now in a mansion. You looked to your left a spotted a TV room where chatter was coming from. You poked your head in and what you saw shocked you, a human sized duck?? He wore a black tophat with a red stripe and a red robe

He looked in your direction and let out a gasp "bless me bagpipes..." He said shocked and slowly approached you. You felt your nose start to twitch. "What are you lassie?" He questioned as you gave out a sneeze just to find yourself back on your bed.

"Ah, back in my bed, no Irish humanoid ducks, and no mansion" you sighed quite relaxed. You sneezed and were suddenly back where you were before, and spotted the same duck as before bewildered at your sudden appearance "curse me kilts what's wrong with you?" He questioned

"Well, you see. Whenever I sneeze I'm basically transported to another world." You explained fidgeting with your hands "ah a sneeze traveler" he confirmed nodding his head "I'm sorry a what?" You asked looking down at him "oh never mind that lassie, your welcome at this mansion anytime" he said cheerfully patting your back. You couldn't help but smile

"Scrooge McDuck is the name! What about you lassie?" He asked intrigued "I'm Y/N L/N, but you can call me N/N" I said calmly. My nose started to twitch as I waved goodbye to Scrooge and sneezed back to my dimension

★Few months timeskip★

You let out a sneeze and found yourself on the couch of McDuck manor, you let out a groan as Scrooge handed you a tissue "Thanks Scrooge" you said blowing your nose then throwing the tissue away "any time." He said sitting down on the separate chair. You let out another sneeze as 4 children sat in the doorway

"Who was that, what was that?!"

"How much do you think I could sell it for?"

"They look so cool!"

"I need to write this in Jr. Woodchuck Guidebook!"

[ts4ritsa]

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animes ✎…

AGGRETSUKO : retsuko, fenneko, haida, tadano, washimi, gori, tsunoda, manaka, jiro

* DANGANRONPA : makoto, sayaka, chihiro, mondo, kiyotaka, leon, hifumi, yasuhiro, aoi, sakura, celeste, kyoko, toko, byakuya, junko, mukuro, syo, hajime, nagito, chiaki, fuyuhiko, peko, sonia, gundham, kazuichi, ibuki, akane, nekomaru, mikan, kazuichi, mahiru, hiyoko, teruteru, izuru, ryota, komaru, kaede, shuichi, gonta, kokichi, angie, tenko, himiko, kaito, maki, miu, rantaro, kirumi, korekiyo, ryoma, keebo

KILL LA KILL : ryuko, mako, satsuki, gamagoori, jakuzure, sangageyama, nui

KOMI CAN’T COMMUNICATE : komi, tadano, katai, onemine, otori, himiko, osana

LITTLE WITCH ACADEMIA : akko, lotte, sucy, diana, amanda, chariot, andrew, croix

MADOKA MAGICA : madoka, homura, mami, kyoko, sayaka, hitomi, kyosuke

* OSHI NO KO : ai, aquamarine, ruby, kana, mem-cho, akane, yuki

cartoons ✎…

AMPHIBIA : anne, sasha, marcy, king andrias, darcy, yunan, lady olivia

DUCKTALES (2017) : huey, louie, dewey, webby, lena, donald, della, scrooge, launchpad

GRAVITY FALLS : dipper, mabel, pacifica, wendy, robbie, melody, soos

INSIDE JOB : reagan, brett, gigi, andre, myc, ron

STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL : star, marco, eclipsa, moon, globgor, jackie, janna, tom, kelly, ponyhead

TANGLED: THE SERIES : rapunzel, eugene, cassandra, varian, lance, adira

THE AMAZING WORLD OF GUMBALL : gumball, darwin, penny, larry, carrie, masami, tobias, alan, molly

THE GHOST AND MOLLY MCGEE : molly, libby, andrea, darryl, scratch, oliver, june

THE OWL HOUSE : luz, amity, hunter, willow, gus, matt, boscha, eda, raine, darius, adrian, the collector

TOTAL DRAMA : duncan, courtney, gwen, leshawna, heather, lindsay, beth, izzy, bridgette, dj, eva, trent, ezekiel, cody, noah, owen, katie, sadie, justin, harold, geoff, tyler, alejandro, sierra, blaineley

OK K.O.! LET’S BE HEROES : k.o, enid, rad, elodie, professor venomous, darrel, shannon, raymond, carol, mr. gar, t.k.o

STEVEN UNIVERSE : steven, connie, lars, sadie, jenny, sour cream, buck, kiki, jamie, kevin, pearl, garnet, amethyst, ruby, sapphire, rose quartz, jasper, lapis, peridot, bismuth, aquamarine, eyeball, the zircons, the diamonds, yellow pearl, blue pearl, volleyball, spinel

games ✎…

* PROJECT SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE : ichika, saki, honami, shiho, minori, haruka, airi, shizuku, kohane, an, akito, toya, tsukasa, emu, nene, rui, kanade, mafuyu, ena, mizuki

* YANDERE SIMULATOR : ayano, taro, osana, amai, kizana, oka, asu, osoro, hanako, megami, raibaru, midori, budo, umeji, musume, kuroko, akane, shiromi, aoi

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last updated 8/28/23

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[shadownyxexe]

ducktales characters react to an human

ok so your human duh

dewey still believes you breath fire

louies finding ways to sell you without going to jail

so huey is in the corner aggresivly taking notes

and your existence is giving scrooge a headache

scrooge be like "but how your from a different dimention how did you get here

you answer with a simple "dont know dont care i love it here

scrooge tried to go to your dimention for week

you and the triplets were vibing to cupcakkes cpr and wap and thot shit and slumber party

not you blasting wap on full volume in the streets

you totally didnt end up on tv

totallyyyy i mean why would you

you so you taught debby how to twerk soooo

HeR gRaNdMa WAS PiSSeD

you taught debby how to swear so thats fun

you totally didnt create kpop in there dimention

ya so now your a world wide celebrity good 4 you

oh and you also reuploaded all of olivia rodrigos songs

you said "these were my friends songs i wanted to share her music with you because i might never see her again"

[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.

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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!”

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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.

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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.

[unclemcdunkle]

Y/n: oh great another speeding ticket

Y/n: I’ll just fight it in court

Gyro: I don’t think they accept “gotta go fast” as a medical condition

[babblingbonnie]

PARASOL

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

when a peculiarly shaped package arrives on Scrooge's desk, he takes some time to reminisce about the day he arrived in Louisville to find that dinky steamboat on the Mississippi river and the ducks that took him in. Albeit one seemingly reluctantly...

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hello - I'm very much in love with 2k17 ducktales as well as the older versions! I wanted to try and merge some of the complete life and times of scrooge mcduck by Don Rosa with 2k17 ducktales because for some reason I adore ducks that also happen to be sailors.

There is a major spoiler warning for 2k17 ducktales season 3 finale, though it came out a few years ago I wanted to add this just to be sure you're aware. This is cross published on Quotev -- I also apologize for any inaccuracies, I really hope you enjoy this silly little story! :-)

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

A PARCEL HAD FOUND ITS WAY TO SCROOGE'S DESK THAT MORNING. It was long with odd bulges along its surface and seemingly insignificant. It sat, and sat, and sat.....then sat some more.

In fact, the sun was already setting slowly in the foreground behind wide windows by the time Scrooge had actually taken a look at it.  

It had been a busy day full of mundane meetings and even more soul-wrenching interviews for a new Board of Director as his old one turned out to be evil.

Figures, with a name like Bradford it was only a matter of time before something mildly evil became of him.

The children were lively as ever, an occasional scream and the sound of something thumping on the ground could be heard outside his office. Shenanigans afoot.

Della's voice seemed to carry throughout the whole manor, and it was assumed that she was an avid player of whatever game the children were participating in as the duck's battle cries rang across the air with promises of multiple darts to whichever body part was exposed if she caught them.

Scrooge had passed Donald in one of the numerous sitting rooms before he had retreated to his study, sharing a few exchanges of words and his one daily comment about his nephews free-loader status.

By the sounds of furious quacking it seems like the rambunctious group had roped the sailor into their chaos.

Scrooge chuckled into his work, cringing ever so often at the sounds of crashing followed by 'oops!' every time, without fail. Usually he would go out there and wave his cane around like a true old man telling dastardly kids to get off his lawn, threatening them that they would be the ones paying for everything with a crack.

But that afternoon paperwork demanded the McDuck's full attention, he couldn't go on any longer without a Board of Director. Mostly because he had taken up the duty himself and he was very much over it. Just because he was willing and able to put in the hard work, doesn't mean he enjoyed it.

The Scottish duck could only hope with all his heart that Beakly or Duckworth would step in and tell his family to STOP BREAKING EVERYTHING.

Trying to push all that, as well as the nagging thought of how much the damages were going to cost, to the back of his head Scrooge hummed a small tune that sounded vaguely familiar.

But he couldn't put a finger on what exactly while he began to hunker down and start reading through words printed in a font size that shouldn't be legal to use.

Something about racecars...lasers...airplanes maybe? It was all a blur, really.

Sifting through the sea of papers, his hand eventually hit the previously mentioned package after a quite violent display of signing a document for the hundredth time. The hand that held a golden ball tipped pen tightly froze midair, a couple inches from the table while Scrooge blinked out of work mode tiredly.

Glancing at the clock that hung just above the study doors it was no wonder why the brutal festivities had died down, leaving the manor deadly silent. It was almost two in the morning.

Had time really passed so quickly? Bah, of course paper work would keep him beyond the hours he could be sleeping.

Tugging the signature black top hat that had suctioned its place on his head from extensive use off his skull, Scrooge flipped it over and placed it beside him on the table before returning all attention towards the brown package that now sat before him.

A hint of confusion mixed with a healthy dose of suspicion took over the duck, after all the richest duck in the world has many enemies and those enemies try all sorts of tricks and schemes. Perhaps it was Flinty sending him some sort of deformed bomb just to inconvenience the McDuck.

Not that it would be the first time. Probably not the last.

Poking the hazard with his pen, the Scottish duck was able to determine it passed the first test of not exploding immediately.

Closing his eyes with a tired sigh, Scrooge almost left the mysterious item alone for a problem to deal with in the morning....well it's already morning. Fine, that afternoon.

That of course, was the original plan before his eyes caught hold of the particular handwriting scribbled on it's rough surface. It was small, almost as small as that blasted font on the multiple resumes he just read.

Slightly shaky, but with beautiful penmanship nonetheless and a unique lettering for the first initial of his name that only one person had ever done for him.

Despite the excitement (one that he would never tell anyone about) that bubbled up through his webbed feet and to his hands, Scrooge jabbed the package one more time in cautious habit before nodding to himself with a confident smile that this was for sure not a bomb.  

Sitting back in the chair he had stood from in order to glare at the now-safe package properly, Scrooge sat with his back straight and hands folded in front of him in an attempt to regain a dignified appearance despite no one else being in the room.

It didn't matter anyway, as the next moment consisted of the McDuck leaping forward in his chair and ripping open the wrapped item like a duckling on Christmas morning.

Shredded bits of packaging laid about the table and floor, the now uncovered item placed delicately over a thrashed background of brown and torn paper with paper work thrown about.

A fond smile found its way to Scrooge's bill, running a feathered hand over the top with a ghost of distance between it and his hand.

"Well...Bless me bagpipes."

Scrooge laughed quietly, brushing off some loose dust and strands of fabric that no longer clung to it's original place. The quiet moment felt slow, and moonlight poured in around him like a thin blanket. Specks of dust seemed to shine in the light like diamonds, while the item before him looked like it almost glowed like magic under the light.  

The item in question was a vintage parasol -- a white base with beautiful blue lace work over it. Lace that use to be pure white hung along the edges for a couple inches, now a tiny bit darker in coloring due to its age.

Something that Scrooge himself wouldn't have paid more then a few seconds attention to back then, and probably wouldn't now if the duck hadn't happened to know the history behind this specific sun blocker.

A small part of Scrooge couldn't believe that the thing was sitting on his desk right now, he thought it was long forgotten or turned to dust by mere age.

A bigger part of him use to stew in disbelief that his uncle hadn't included the parasol in the inheritance, but he had gotten that years and years ago so this showing up now clued him into the bigger mystery that he was pinning down in his head.

Eyeing the umbrella with a scrutinizing gaze that only an old miser could perfect, Scrooge took mental notes about any rips or snagged lace admonishing the top layers of the parasol with an intention to get it fixed as soon as possible.

During his search of fixable imperfections Scrooge came across a small note on some stiff stock paper that was stuck in one of the folds of the parasol, and the McDuck's interest peaked immediately.

Plucking it from its place, Scrooge took a few moments to adjust his small spectacles that sat snug on his beak and began to scan the card.

'Dear McBrat,

Wasn't sure where to send this to where it would reach you personally. Your mailing system is ridiculous and I want to send a formal complaint but your HR is just as, if not more, preposterous. I'm sure this is by design, but jeez kid it's like you expect bombs in the mail. Ha!

Your aunt wanted this sent to you with Pothole's things, but it got lost due to some sort of events that I couldn't relay to you because I have no idea how it ended up in the Forgotten Brewery Caves. I knew it was hers because of the stitching, I'd recognize that nuisance of a last name anywhere. I'm only sending this because I unfortunately owed one last thing to your uncle.

If you're ever down in Kentucky, come finish that race that old Pothole was too cowardly to finish. You'll win me that Southern mansion.

regrettably,

Porker Hogg.'

The idea that Porker was even still alive shocked Scrooge almost more then anything else described in that letter. He had already finished the race anyway, with the guys nephew.

What's with the information about the parasol being found in the Forgotten Brewery Caves anyway? That was one of the few caves located along the Mississippi, and even then most of it is blocked off.

How was it even lost in the first place, and now that he really thought about it how was it that Porker had found the parasol without packaging as stated in his letter but Scrooge received it in a package with his aunts handwriting?

Immortality for the first problem...maybe time paradox for the second...? Rubbing the bridge of his beak, Scrooge groaned into the open air and let out a deep sigh knowing he would end up checking whatever was happening down there one way or another.

If one thing as important as this was lost, imagine the other heirlooms that could be scattered in some other cave without his knowledge. The idea sent chills down Scrooge's spine.

An almost silent sound of the door being pushed open brought Scrooge out of his deep contemplation, eyes snapping towards the entrance that was now cracked open.

One of the many ducklings that resided in the mansion poked her head through the doorway, curious eyes glinting in the dark while she looked around the room before landing on the older duck.

"Dad...?"

Scrooge straightened at the title, if the McDuck claimed he was use to being called a 'dad' he would be absolutely lying through his teeth.

He didn't detest it, obviously. The duck was more then overjoyed to learn that the duckling in front of him named Webbigail was of his own flesh and blood, but that didn't make the title any more normal to him.

He'd gone through life without any real thought put towards having kids of his own, he never settled down quite enough for that and by the time it was even a feasible idea, he had all his other free time taken over by nephews and nieces and other family members.

"What're yew doing out of bed, Webby?"

Scrooge pushed on through his slight dilemma of the title that was bestowed upon him only a couple months ago.

"I was just thirsty, but now I'm thirsty for whatever you've got on your desk!"

Webby gasped, having noticed the blue umbrella that her dad placed a hand over. Scrooge smiled in response, lifting the laced parasol with both hands under it, making sure it was secure before shuffling over to Webby who bounced around on her feet.

It was an ongoing mystery to how she had any amount of energy this early in the morning, and Scrooge was sure he'd never truly find out.

"Now...careful dear, this is my Aunt (Y/n)'s beloved parasol. Technically I own it, she never did pay me back."

Scrooge mused, the last bit of the sentence hushed under his breath while he counted up the combined interest of what he should of been paid by now. Not that he ever forgot, every year he counted up what his aunt and others owed him. Like his uncle Jake who owes $8362 of accumulated interest.

"Aunt (Y/n)," Webby repeated quickly, excitedly looking over the parasol "Pothole McDuck's wife! Originally daughter of Blackheart Beagle, but after she married she took the McDuck name! She saved you and Angus during a steamboat race against Blackheart and the Beagles."

"Aye, she did. She jumped into the muddy Mississippi just for me dime too."

Scrooge added onto the list of facts that Webby was enthusiastically reciting from memory. Letting his shoulders relax as the duckling with messy white hair took the parasol from his hands and held it delicately in her own.

Reaching into his coat Scrooge pulled out the familiar dime that hung around his neck 24/7 while talking about the experience.

"Thought she might not come back up after she went headfirst in," Scrooge murmured, the vague feeling of terrified desperation that his younger self had been frozen in was crawling up his neck as he turned the dime over in his feathered hands.

It's face was a bit rough but that would be expected for how long Scrooge has kept it. The fact that it was still shiny and readable was a miracle.

Holding it in front of him the older duck briefly thought over just how much panic he went through when the dime had rolled off the edge of the boat all those years ago.

"Both my uncle Pothole and I couldn't believe it, but she managed to grab it in time and then single handedly stopped 'em from throwing us over!"

"Wow, she sounds so cool! I've been wanting to learn more about aunt (Y/n) and uncle Pothole - I mean I know they lived in Louisville for awhile and Pothole sold his steamboat to you but I couldn't find anything about the actual race itself-- ...."

Webby trailed off, noticing the cane wielding duck was only half-heartedly listening.

Gazing at the shiny silver coin, Scrooge let a fond expression take over his features before moving the dime out of view to focus on his daughters face again, noticing her abrupt silence.

She was watching him closely, hugging the parasol closer in an upright position and probably wondering where Scrooge had just gone to in his memories.

A hopeful grin tugged at the corners of Webby's beak, having recognized the mood that her father was in. A story telling one.

She quickly grabbed his hand, rushing them both back to Scrooge's desk without any warning. Webby always knew when the billionaire was stuck in reminiscing something that had happened years and years ago in his oh-so daring life, a telltale sign being when Scrooge had his eyes glued to his number one dime.

A piercing but glazed over gaze, when ranges of emotion from sadness and happiness and everything in between suddenly became very apparent on his face.

"Tell me everything," Webby all but squealed, a dash of wonder sprinkled her eyes and wide smile.

Almost shoving her father back into his large lounge chair, Webby plopped the parasol down before scrambling after it onto the desk. Completely oblivious to the previously important paperwork that was now rather unimportantly laying on the ground.

Chuckling nervously at just how much joy seeped through Webby's small body at potential McDuck information, Scrooge took a few moments to get comfortable in his chair.

It was moments like these that the small girl loved, moments that were few and far between where she would spot Scrooge staring ahead (usually at his dime,) but in his head he was far away. She would practically corner her dad and lovingly ask (force) him to tell her about whatever memory he was thinking about.

Moments when it was just her and Scrooge.

"Well, what do ye want to know, lassie?" Scrooge asked slowly, stuffing the precious dime down his red coat.

Placing his cane on the ground so it leaned on the chair, the McDuck reached out over the edge of the desk and grabbed Webby by the armpits and dangled her in the air like a wet cat for a few moments before placing her on his knee with an expectant stare.

"Everything! Tell me everything -- oh oh! How'd you meet them? Were they nice-? How about every single detail about the race, how did you guys find the treasure in such muddy water-?! Uhm- also what about the parasol? How'd aunt (Y/n) get it -- what was she like? Why did she jump into perilous waters for your dime? Was uncle Pothole really a writer? Is he as stingy as other McDucks? How did he know the location of the Drennan Whyte? Did he really sell his steam boat to you at a cheap price?!"

Webby rambled on, intense hand motions flaring everywhere while squirming in Scrooge's lap.

"Well-!"

"And who's Porker Hogg?!"

Scrooge stared down at the duckling bewildered, not because he was cut off nor was it from all the overwhelming questions. He was far use to that, it was mostly because she mentioned Hogg. He wasn't aware Webby even knew vaguely the name, let alone the guy.

The white feathered duckling in his lap craned her neck slightly to look up at him, blinking a couple times before pointing behind her at the somewhat crumpled letter Scrooge found in the parasol that sure enough had Hogg's dastardly name signed at the bottom.

Forming his beak into a slight 'o' shape, the older duck nodded in understanding.

Clearing his throat after a couple seconds had passed by of more winded questions, Webby stopped short and excitedly began to shake about a bit in her seated position.

She looked like she was going to burst at the seams with more questions if Scrooge didn't start talking now. So he did, placing a comforting hand behind his daughters shoulder as a support while she leaned into his side.

Scrooge let her settle down a little more before he used his other arm to spread out as far as it would go, pointing to a slightly large round oak picture frame that held the image of two white feathered ducks on the wall, just to the left of his parents grand photo.

One duck, the taller and gruffer looking one, had a scruffy white beard under his beak with eyes that looked permanently grumpy, much like his fathers stern face in the aforementioned picture next to this one.

A long wooden tobacco pipe was held between his beak, and a sailor outfit adorned his body. A bright blue sailor's captain hat sat perfectly on his head, tuffs of short feathered hair poked out slightly.

The boatman had an arm in a bent position, having offered it to the other duck in the photo who had her dainty arms wrapped tenderly around his. She had a large giddy smile and kind eyes, long lashes curled a bit above them.

Her hair was short and a little wild, and she wore a short sleeved blue collared dress that was buttoned up on the right. A blue lace parasol was held tight in her hand, casting a shadow above her in protection from the sun that beat down that day.

Both ducks were facing a little tilted from the camera in a candid sort of way as if just having noticed the camera during a normal walk, and despite the gloomy attitude of the sailor, Scrooge knew he absolutely adored the woman next to him more then anyone else.

His uncle Pothole was happiest with (Y/n)…and maybe a little money here and there that he horded. Mainly aunt (Y/n).

Webby followed Scrooge's hand all the way to the photo, beaming as she noticed who it depicted.

"Let's start with meeting my uncle Pothole and aunt (Y/n), eh?" Scrooge began, restating their names as if introducing characters in a book.

A playful tone went along with his words and he leaned forwards slightly again to fondly touch the parasol one last time before diving into retelling the long and daring adventure of childhood memories.

Tilting backwards, the old miser thought for a bit before opening his mouth. Webby sat impatiently by his side, fidgeting with her hands as she anxiously waited.

"It all started when I got a job as a cabin boy on a cattle ship from Glasgow, heading to New Orleans."

Scrooge spoke, and with each word Webby saw her father become more and more sucked into the past. Starting to truly relive past events, and the white feathered duck swore he could smell the ocean salt that wafted in the wind while he stood on the deck of the boat.

He was suddenly there, transported to the stylish streets of New Orleans and feeling the murky river water of the Mississippi that he travelled up. Hearing the constant chatter and buzz of enthusiasm upon reaching the dock in Louisville, Kentucky.

He made sure to tell Webby just how marvelous the gala he had docked on was, how the air tasted of fortunes being made. How exciting the view of this bustling town meant to him.

Scrooge chuckled, recalling his wonderment for the whole event that never really did stop phasing him. Glancing down, the duckling that was stuck between his side and the firm armrest could bearly contain her excitement any longer, and Scrooge knew he should probably get on with the tale.

"Quite a sight for a penniless lad from Glasgow, but I still needed to find my uncle."

END . next chapter: Bet on Drennan Whyte!

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I'm going to be changing around certain aspects of each story to try and fit, so this is very much canon-divergence in both universes. Keep in mind, some parts about reader are already predetermined but other things are customizable!

Thank you so much for reading, I have no idea how to tag things :)

[yandere-toons]

im obsessed your honor

In all honesty, I adore the concept of a platonic yandere who doesn't try to ruin every other relationship in their obsession's life. They're content with being the No. 1 friend and support any romantic escapades, assuming they approve of the partner, of course.

I imagine Steelbeak has tagged along on quite a few of the dates as what he calls a "wingman/bodyguard". When he can't be there in person or the lesbian reader asks him not to this time, he has Gandra hack the date spot's CCTV or a Find My Phone app so he can remain in the loop.

No doubt: FOWL has a surveillance system for Bradford to monitor his agents and rival powers. You end up with Bradford watching Steelbeak watch the date for the 50th time that day.

[yandereducktales]

Goldie O'Glit Headcanons

Aww, you think you can change her? That's cute

No matter how much she loves you, gold is always her number one priority

She knows gold will never leave her or abandon her

She has attachment issues and would rather be alone than vulnerable

Though, she really does care for you, but has a hard time genuinely show you

She can flirt a little and play with your heart, though, when she leaves you have a piece of hers too [Without either of you realizing it]

"Hey, good looking. What you doin' all the way out here?"

Teasing and taunting going back and forth between you both

She is protective over you and doesn't realize it until she sees you in danger

^ It really bothers her and she hates how it makes her feel

She tries to push these feelings down and block them out

But every time she sees you, they come back in tenfold

It's why she tends to avoid you, but she could never avoid you for a long time

She's always drawn back to you

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

dont judge me

OKAY SO IF I WERE TO "HYPOTHETICALLY" CREATE A BIG BOOK FULL OF DUCKTALES X READER QUIZZES/STORIES ON QUOTEV WHO WOULD YALL WANNA SEE? IN THESE BOOKS???

(Update: It's up! Look at my pinned post <3)

[spitdrunken]

I haven't watched Ducktales but the Scrooge stuff is cute u should keep going

😭 thank you so much anon... i’m far from having finished the series myself but i just think it’s really fun HAHA

i’ve just been thinking about like... i mentioned this in the previous post, but being a human just randomly transported into that world :’) since there’s quite a bit of magic and everything there, i was thinking maybe it’s some accidental teleportation that happened when scrooge or one of the nephews messed with an artifact during one of their adventures... and there isn’t a clear way for you to go home! scrooge isn’t heartless, he’s (part of) the reason that you were torn away from your world, your family, your friends and all that was familiar to you- obviously, he’ll take you in until they find a solution. he has plenty of spare rooms in that mansion of his, after all. 

in the meantime, you almost become like a bit of a glorified assistant HAHA i’ve been thinking a lot about what specific bodily differences there might be between ducks and humans, and there’s a few things!

most of all i enjoy the thought of ducks having much less dense bones than you do (i know they can't fly themselves so they might not be entirely hollow but who knows) and so you end up quite a bit sturdier and stronger than them no matter your stature. it makes you useful for adventuring and scrooge will drag you along. who knows, maybe they'll find the key back to your home and you might not be there to use it! i was also thinking your hands might be more dexterous than theirs, and some more stuff!

scrooge thinks it's a very bad idea to let you go anywhere unattended because you stick out so much in a crowd. he has far too many enemies in duckburg, and you're far too easily noticable. glomgold really wants to whisk you away mainly to spite scrooge, but also because you're one of a kind :') he wonders how much money he could get for just letting people take a picture with you or something...

i find it very funny to imagine you just get traded back and forth between scrooge and glomgold regularly. the first two times were genuinely scary, but you quickly realised you could kick glomgold away like a football if you wanted to, and he never hurt you besides being obnoxious. scrooge kind of hates it, but you end up hanging out at his arch nemesis' house quite a bit. you even have a toothbrush there and everything. it just feels like you have divorced parents or something HAHA you interfere with any seriously harmful plans glomgold is brewing, though.

as i’ve said before, i haven’t watched that much of the show yet so i might be wrong, but it seems like glomgold has literally like no one in his life? like he’s living off of spite alone. if that’s the case then he secretly has to be kind of dreadfully lonely, right? i like the idea that he gets pretty attached after you get ‘kidnapped’ (eventually you just go over to his place yourself lol) a couple of time and his goal kind of shifts. he wants you on his side exclusively and probably wear like a shirt with his face on it or something, and kind of wants to copy the family dynamic scrooge had but he’d never admit this out loud directly. he just gives you a bunch of expensive gifts to ‘buy’ your loyalty LMAO

the whole concept is just sooooo funny to me i mostly have platonic (yandere) thoughts about them but knowing myself i’ll end up making it creepy lmao

[biostris]

:Fenton Crackshell carbrera x reader:

:Cybernetic checkup:

A/N: this is going to have a sequel! Where the reader finally meets Mama Cabrera!

:friends to lovers, loss of limb, medical check-up:

It had been months since the moon landers invaded, months since they had lost their right arm, and months since the hero Gizmoduck pulled (y/n) out of the rubble of a collapsed building. During those months after that fateful day a kind soul had reached out and had offered (y/n) a chance to get their mobility back, Dr. Fenton Crackshell-Carbrera had made the shattered soul a cybernetic arm using his degree in robotics and some help from Dr.Gearloose.

Gizmoduck had supposedly stopped by the office that night to air his grievances to Fenton which is how Fenton met (y/n), Gizmo’s connection to Fenton is what helped (y/n) keep a spark of hope in a dark time and for that they were forever in debt to both men. However since the prosthetic was still in a beta phase regular check ups were needed.

Today was one of those check up days, and it was a good day, it was sunny but not too hot. As (y/n) made their way to the underwater lab of McDuck industries they thought back on how far their relationship with Fenton had come. It felt like yesterday that (y/n) was crying tears of joy as they hugged a flustered Fenton with their new and shiny arm. And now the two of them regularly got lunch together!

“Afternoon (y/n).” Chimed Dr. Gearloose as he passed by (y/n) in the hall, “Dr.Intern is already waiting for you in the lab, I’ll be out getting some parts for another project but im on speed dial in case something goes wrong.”, (Y/n) paused and shook their head in a confused manner “in case something goes wrong?” They asked cautiously causing the scientist to pause “not that anything will.” He nonchalantly but quickly added to his statement before disappearing up the elevator shaft.

Worry persisted in (y/n)’s chest but it quickly faded as they assured themselves that everything will be fine, it always is. Fenton fumbled around with some tools as he got himself ready for his monthly check up with (y/n), Mama Carbera had caught wind of the appointment earlier that morning and now he was wearing a silly white blazer with a purple undershirt instead of his usual yellow button up and purple tie. It was a bit embarrassing when his Mama did things like these, sure he might have let it slip that he was developing something for his friend / patient but with his Mama’s plan he might scare (y/n) off.

Fenton sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned against a desk, it wasn’t long till the familiar swoosh and clunk of an opening airlock door caused his eyes to snap open and him to quickly fix his posture. “Hey Fenton!” Chimed (y/n) as they strolled in heading towards some sort of medical or examiner table, hopping up on the cold metallic surface and stripping themselves of any outer wear that might have gotten in the way of Fenton and their arm or cybernetic spinal cord.

“Hey!” Nervously replied Fenton as he rolled a cart with tools and a computer over to the table, “it’s been awhile, has there been any issues with the new software we installed last month?” He asked as he began to get to work. (Y/n) shook their head, a small smile on their beak / muzzle as they slightly extended their arm for Fenton to hook up a cord into it to check for any technical bugs “not that I’ve noticed at least, it’s mainly just been…” they paused as they zoned out for a bit, a pained and saddened look came across their face “phantom pains.”,

Fenton looked up to (y/n) sympathetically, his beak pressing into a thin line as the words failed to come to him. He typed away scanning the screen for bugs in the spinal code as he zoned out a bit. The room was now quiet, awkwardly quite, as (y/n) looked around at the lab and specifically out of the window to see the sea life that swirled around the metal lab.

Fenton coughed gaining the attention of (y/n), “well the good thing is that there are no code bugs which means your neural input and spinal code will move in sync with no reflex delays,” he unplugged the cord from the aux cord in (y/n)’s wrist and began to move towards the more physical check up. “Now to do the physical checks.”, (y/n) felt relief wash over them and once anything that was loose was retightened they began the reflex tests to truly set everything in stone.

Fenton gently grabbed their arm and began to help them move it “perfect, everything seems to be in order!” Chirped Fenton, (y/n) beamed happily “great! Thank you so much Fenton!”Fenton's face flushed as he found himself lost in (y/n)’s bright smile, his hand softly ghosting over (y/n)’s right arm. (Y/n) blinked as they also began to turn red, “uhm, Fenton..” they shyly cooed as they glanced somewhere else, a sheepish smile finding its way onto their face.

“Huh?” Asked fenton confused and dazed, until it hit him, “oh! I’m so sorry!” He began to stammer and stutter as he turned into a little tomato, (y/n) chuckled warmly “it’s okay! I didn’t mind to be honest..” they admitted as they began to twiddle with their thumbs, a sweet smile on their face as they glanced at tue ground. “R-really?” asked Fenton in a bit of shock, “yeah!” Admitted (y/n) as their (E/C) orbs gazed deeply into fentons. “W-well in that case..”.

Fenton gently took (y/n)’s hands into his own, causing (y/n) to glance up with wide doe like eyes. “(Y/n) there’s something I have to admit, and I get it if you don’t reciprocate it or if it freaks you out but I need to get it off my chest.” (Y/n) listened closely as fenton took a deep breath to help hype himself up, “ever since day one I have felt something for you, at first I didn’t know what it was, I honestly thought I had caught a cold!” He laughed dryly as he continued “it took me some time , and Mama pestering me about it, to figure out what I was feeling.”.

Fear began to race through fentons body, he didn’t want another Gandra situation, “but uhm..” he paused, taking a breath of courage before meeting (y/n)’s shimmering eyes. “I really, really like you and I was wondering if maybe you did too.” (Y/n) was red faced as their lips were slightly parted in awe , the fear inside of Fenton only grew with the science, sweet giggles and laughter echoed through the pristine white lab as (y/n) retracted a hand to hide their giddy smile.

Fenton was now confused “I do!” Admitted a cheery (y/n) as they re-met fenton's eyes, Fenton felt happiness and relief sweep over him as he used his free hand to also hide his face. “How is dinner this Friday night?” He asked without missing a beat, (y/n) smiled sweetly as they got down from the table “I’d like that Fenton.”, Fenton’s hand lingered a little bit longer on top of the now warmed metal of (y/n)’s right hand. “I’ll see you Friday then?” Asked (y/n) dreamily, “definitely!” Answered Fenton giddily as they slowly broke away from each other. (Y/n) went back to their apartment in the city, and so did Fenton, both giddy and daydreaming of the date to come.