Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

An Empty Home

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Ugh.

You groaned as you slapped the alarm clock, silencing it with a heavy hand before rolling onto your back. The early morning light slipped through the (f/c) curtains of your four-poster bed, which you begrudgingly rolled out of as the sun climbed higher outside the stained-glass window across the room.

Another day in McDuck Manor. A real dream come true. It used to be, at least. But the light had left the home a decade ago.

You trudged about your room, sluggishly getting ready as you walked past piles of keepsakes. Beams of sunlight slithered into your room and illuminated relics of the past. On the dark oak vanity alone there were ancient jewels and artifacts worth more than the average man made in a year. Your (e/c) eyes barely glanced at them as you stumbled over to the massive closet on the other end of the room.

Getting dressed had become one of the more entertaining parts of your life over the past few years. You hardly left the manor, mostly treading the halls between your office and bedroom as you poured over dusty books. So, you took time to pick out your clothes, settling on a comfortable sweater-vest and pair of (f/c) pants as you looked longingly at the paintings all around.

Decades old adventures that you spent your evenings reliving decorated the walls. Oil paintings of discoveries and treasure hunting loomed large in the house, reminding you of what life was like before Della had disappeared. The glory days of the Scrooge McDuck and (Y/n) (L/n) were etched into the home, and they never let you rest.

So, as you typically did, you tried to ignore them. You left your bed chambers and trodded down the staircase, making sure to scoop up your journal and a few books scattered around the dresser on your way out. Your footsteps were muffled by the well-kept red rug that covered the ornate foyer as you made your way to the formal dining room.

Empty, as usual. Scrooge was typically at the Bin by the time you rose. After all, you didn't have a multi-trillion-dollar company to run. Life was busy for the richest duck in the world.

That meant the house was mostly left to you, the housekeeper Mrs. Beakley, and her granddaughter Webbigail. You adored the both of them. Having Webby around brought a bit of spark into the old mansion that it desperately needed.

So, when she walked in with her grandmother from the kitchen, a smile graced your lips.

"Good morning, Ms. (L/n)," Mrs. Beakley greeted at she carried over a silver platter to the table. You pushed your books to the side as you made way for your morning coffee, which Webby was eager to help make. "Did you sleep well?"

"As well as every other day," You mumbled. Mrs. Beakley didn't respond, but busied herself with minor cleaning around the pristine room as Webby jumped into the chair next to you. "Morning, Webby."

"Good morning, Aunt (Y/n)! What are you reading?"

The young duck's enthusiasm entertained both you and her grandmother, who you saw smiling faintly in the corner as she adjusted a vase. Webby was dressed in her own sweater-vest, something she picked up from you throughout the years of growing up with you around. Webby idolized you and Scrooge, and she spent most of her time trying to learn all of the history the two of you had. She also wanted to be around you all the time, but knew her limits and rarely pushed you to irritation.

"Hm," You reached over to your journal. It was a heavy, leather bound notebook that held vast knowledge. All of your notes on ancient cities and legendary lands were in the 'Adventure Book' as Webby dubbed it, as well as documentation of your travels stretching back to the early nineteenth century. "I haven't decided what to look into today. Why don't you give me a research topic, dear?"