Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

Goldie

A few weeks went by without much action. The kids had taken a liking to Della's lullaby, unsurprisingly, and you had spent every night singing it to them. Webby quite liked it too, and was now insisting that you sang it even when it wasn't bed time. Tonight was one of the few nights that you were able to get out of it, since Glomgold was hosting a gala which all of the high standing members of Duckburg were invited to. That included, fortunately for you, Scrooge and the triplets. You were dreading attending by yourself, since Glomgold had sent you a personal invitation.

As you sat in the limo, staring out the window, you waited for the dreaded party. At least Launchpad's driving was an avid distraction. You were sliding left and right across the seats, bumping into Scrooge as the boys sat across from you buckled.

"Uh..." The boys had been looking at you the whole time, and Louie was the first to speak up. "Aunt (Y/n)?"

"Hm?" You asked, arms crossed as you stared out the window.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," You said through clenched teeth. "Not looking forward to the company tonight. Or Glomgold's harrassment."

"Well..." Huey looked nervously at his brothers. "You look really pretty!"

A sigh left your lips as you tried to let go of your nerves. "Thank you, honey."

You uncrossed your legs and relaxed your arms. Every part of you was trying to show up Goldie tonight, who you knew would look gorgeous, and who you'd been jealous of (though you'd never admit it), for a century. You were wearing the same (f/c) dress that you'd gotten from the luck spirit. Even your jewelry was the finest diamond you owned, and Beakley had been kind enough to do your hair. Webby, to contribute, had picked out your makeup and been your cheerleader.

In your fuming jealousy you didn't notice how Scrooge stared at you the entirety of the drive.

The ride came to an end all too quickly. You let the boys and Scrooge, all in matching tuxedos, lead the way through the museum.

"Uch!" Louie gagged. "Look at this tacky setup! Somebody is trying waaaaay too hard."

You had to agree. Glomgold's face was everywhere, on banners and napkins, and overexaggerated. It was certainly photoshopped.

"I'll have a virgin peach julep in your fanciest glass, thank you!" Dewey said to a nearby waiter, who only sighed and walked away. You pat his back in reassurance as Scrooge led the way to the buffet.

"All these exhibits are just from times Glomgold lost to you guys!" Louie announced. "A pebble from the Lost City of El Dorado. A singed kilt from that fire pit in Krakatoa!"

"And that 'Glomosaurus Rex' is clearly just a bunch of random parts stuck together," Huey pointed out. "Honestly, how could you know it wore a crown?"

"So, what are we doing here anyways?" Dewey inquired.

Scrooge held up a finger as he explained, "As upstanding citizens of note, its our responsibility to support Duckburg's cultural institutions! And these cocktail weenies are on Glomgold's dollar."

"Aren't you rich?" Louie asked as Scrooge pulled out a plastic bag. "Why do you need free food?"

"I didn't get rich by wasting money!" Scrooge laughed. "I got rich by besting my enemies. Stock up, lads!"

"These custom suits are the worst-" Louie said as he pulled on the collar- "I think I'm gettin' a rash!"

"Thats the plastic lining!" Scrooge said jovially. "Saves on dry cleaning, and you lose less dip!"