Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

An Empty Home

"Uh, Aunt McDuck?"

You almost choked on your laughter as you sat up straight, allowing the boys to clamber away from you on the staircase.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You offered happily, sticking out a hand to Huey who took it enthusiastically. "I've been waiting to see you boys for ten years!"

"Ten years?" Louie asked, raising an eyebrow. "We didn't even know we were related."

"Oh-" You realized, wiping your cheeks as tears slid down your face. "Well- we- well we aren't, actually. Your Uncle Donald just calls me Aunt (Y/n), always has."

"Aunt (Y/n) it is!" Dewey hollered. "We're unofficially-officially related to the two coolest adventurers in the world!"

"Come now, children!" Everyone looked down once more, finally noticing Beakley who had joined the master of the house in the foyer. "Let's go to the dining hall."

"Woo-hoo!" Dewey called, already rushing down the stairs in search of his next adventure. His brothers followed him as Beakley corralled them down the hallway.

For a moment you just sat there, too stunned to speak. There had never been any way for you to know when this day would come. A decade after the boys hatched, yes, but today! You had started to lose hope that it would ever happen. It had been so long since you saw the show that you could only remember major events by now, not all the fine details.

"(Y/n)?" You snapped out of your stupor at the sound of a thick Scottish accent. Scrooge had made his way up the steps to stand beside you, offering a hand that you accepted as he helped you stand. "Oh, calm down, las. I'm just watching them while Donald's at a job interview."

"But-" You looked over at Scrooge. "They're back."

"For today." He emphasized as he walked back down the stairs. "Come on, now. Might as well drink some tea while they run around."

The irritation was radiating off Scrooge. His top hat was a bit crooked on his head, but he didn't bother to fix it. That alone was a sign not to tick him off, but the boys weren't completely socially inept. They sat quietly until Mrs. Beakley walked in. Her soft purple blouse brightened the blue room instantly as she set a cup in front of you and Scrooge, who she seethed through her teeth at to talk to his nephews. Scrooge, though completely unwillingly, set down his paper and rolled his eyes.

"So, do children like marbles, or...?" He rolled his wrist aimlessly, clearly disinterested with the boys. However, they paralleled his boredom with their excitement, asking questions with the same intensity that they'd met you with moments earlier.

"How old are you?"

"What's your net worth?"

"What's the deal with you and Uncle Donald?"

"Is that fork real silver? Can I have it?"

"How come you guys never visit?"

"Cause you're so old and moving is so hard?"

"You owe us like, a lot of birthday presents."

"Beakley!"

You winced at the sudden exclamation. She'd only just left the room, but returned instantly upon Scrooge's call. The high-backed chair rubbed against the floor as Scrooge stood abruptly, slapping his newspaper on the table.

Beakley escorted the children off to a playroom. Scrooge gave them an old bag of marbles to play with, as if that would entertain Della's children. He'd tried that with Della and Donald, and knew perfectly well that marbles wouldn't suffice.