Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

Glorious Golf

You loathed golf. It took more patience than you had and lacked the excitement that most other sports could offer. However, you went to the annual Moorshire Golf competition to watch Scrooge pummel Glomgold to a pulp. This time, with the boys, Webby, and Launchpad (who was helping Huey earn a sports commentating badge from a nearby golfcart), you hoped you would have some more fun.

Oh, and the fact that this was going to become a death defying adventure in the fae realm kept you going.

"Get excited kids!" Scrooge practiced his swing as you adjusted your clothes. Your sweatervest sat above a pleated skirt and knee high socks that reminded you of Webby's typical outfit. "Golf is in our blood! Your ancestor, Black Donald McDuck, actually invented the sport! Of course, he lost so badly that the ensuing temper tantrums caused King James to ban the sport across all of Scotland."

You gazed out at the forested countryside. The estate behind you was the club's headquarters, and the land that it sat on reminded you of the old English era when women would compete to be the diamond of the season.

"And we're proud of that, in some way?" Louie looked up from his phone as Scrooge tilted his head up proudly.

"You're descendants of clan McDuck," you told him, "You're proud of everything.. Even the-" You pointed not-so-subtly at Scrooge-"The wonderful outfits."

You ignored the pointed glare that you earned as you looked over to Dewey.

Contrary to his brother, Dewey was overexcited for the sport. He loved the idea of wacking the ball as hard as he could without thinking about where it would land. 

"Its a sport where you try not to score points to make it end sooner. Hard pass."

"Have to side with Louie on this one," You rubbed his hair, which he loathed, as you looked down to Dewey, "Golf is not my thing."

"Yeh didn't have to come!" Scrooge tapped his golf club against the beautiful stone courtyard as if it was his cane.

You shrugged. "I always come, don't I?"

"Aye," Scrooge narrowed his eyes, "Why'dya bother if yeh don't even like it?"

Your face burned with embarrassment. You felt that you had been caught red handed, and the boys staring up at you with mischevious grins only fueled the fire. Because I always want to be around you? You thought. Because I've followed you to the ends of the earth and back and a bit of boredom won't stop me?

"Er," you cleared your throat, "Wow, would you look at that, WEBBY NOW!"

Webby, always your steadfast savior, burst out of a nearby bush in a graceful yet powerful front flip. She blew a horn with all of her might as she proudly displayed her shirt that read 'Scrooge #1!' in white font on the blue fabric.

"Go Scrooge!" Webby hollered. "Boo Glomgold! Yay custom t-shirts!"

"That's the spirit!" You swooped down and grabbed Webby by the waist, spinning her in the air as she fell into a fit of laughter. You swore you saw Scrooge smiling at the pair of you when another, much more frightened voice joined the mix.

"EVERYBODY MOVE!"

As soon as you heard it, you grabbed the other two kids by their shirts and pulled them into you for protection. At the same time, you felt someone larger latch onto your back and shield you with their own body.

The golf cart came soaring over the same bush Webby had been hiding in. Of course, Launchpad was driving, which explained how the cart was flying so unceremoniously and dangerously in the air. It crushed the pavement as it made contact and spun on its side, nearly tipping over before Launchpad just managed to return it to all four wheels before crashing straight into a tree.