Duckshots!

A 'Normal' Vacation! (Negaduck x Reader)

Original Darkwing Duck
Original Ducktales
Negaduck x Reader
Non-Human!Reader
Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N: The reader is a bird of some sort - reader's choice it's not specific! Enjoy!

I loved the triplets but they were brats. No matter how cheap their uncle was they always got what they wanted, somehow. It didn't really help that I was really the only source of discipline in their lives since Donald had joined the navy.

I wasn't a nanny! More of a private tutor because by law they had to go to school or McDuck would get fined and I was cheaper than the fine and safer than public school. He also saw me as free babysitting which I wasn't. However, I wasn't going to let them get hurt either.

When Launchpad asked me if I wanted to go to St. Canard I immediately said yes. Who was I to turn down a vacation? He had asked right in front of Mr. McDuck, who instead of being a grump about it, actually pushed me to take it. He was insistent that he was taking the boys on a trip to Mexico, again. I wouldn't be needed for a few days or so.

The car ride itself was quick and I spent it jamming out to the radio, which Launchpad had on supersonic. He only turned it down as we entered the city.

"So what's first on our weekend of fun?" I asked, still head banging to the heavy metal music playing.

"Well, first I want to introduce you to a friend of mine." He turned into a boring looking neighborhood.

I held in a groan. Launchpad could make friends with a light pole, so there was no telling what this guy was like. We made our way to a nice looking house. I couldn't help but notice there were a few broken flower pots and lawn gnomes in the front yard. Weird. We reached the front door and Launchpad walked in without knocking, which shocked me but I followed.

"Fore!" A small girl yelled and I ducked just as the hockey puck sailed from my right and into a picture on my left. If I didn't live with the triplets I would have a concussion now.

"Gosalyn!" Someone in the back of the house roared.

The girl ran out of the living room and handed Launchpad a hockey stick. "I was never here LP."

She darted past me, slamming the door shut.

"Where is she?!" A man walked out with a pink apron on. "Oh Launchpad, when did you get here?"

"Just now. Oh and this is ____ by the way!" He moved so the smaller duck could see me.

"Uh, hi," I gave a small wave, "your daughter went that way," I pointed out the door and then pointed at the busted photo, "and her puck went that way."

"I'm sorry about her. She's spirited alright, to the point of rebellion," he grumbled and headed back towards the kitchen. Launchpad followed.

"We were hoping to see the town tonight if you're not too busy."

I walked into his living room, which was cozy. A couch, tv, and two recliners dotted the room. There was a small Darkwing bobble head figurine on the table between the recliners.

"Guy must be a Darkwing fan," I said, booping its bill and watch it bob back and forth.

"Oh yeah, Drake is the biggest Darkwing fan!" Launchpad padded his friend on his shoulder.

"Got a problem with that." Drake, who had lost the apron and wore a pink sweater vest, crossed his arms defensively.

"No, not particularly. I just know he gets a lot of heat in the news." His lips twitched upwards at that. "Will you be joining us tonight?"