Do bad and good LuckTales (Scrooge McDuck x reader)

Welcome to the Manor

The sun beat down on my body, the 5pm sun still as hot, and walking in it didn't make it better. Walking here was a mistake, I know, but it's not like I had any other choice. The driveway was a nightmare to climb but finally I got to the gates of the manor, I noticed a buzzer on the left and held onto it, my legs felt like jelly. Once I got my composer I smashed down the button, almost immediately the cracking of the buzzer being answered filled my hearing.

"Name?" Was all the feminine voice asked

"Uh, (y/n) (l/n), I was hired to be Mr.McDuck's personal assistant? ....I spoke to someone on the phone...I was told to come by today..." I trailed off, becoming more and more unsure with every word. I know I am in the right place, with the gold gates like that, it's undeniable, but, what if I didn't actually get the job, am I making a fool out of-

"Ah yes, (y/n), I remember speaking with you on the phone, please, make your way inside."

The gates open as I internally groan, looks like I have more walking to do. My legs already feel like they are going to give up, but, I'm sure a few more minutes of walking won't hurt... much.

I approach the door and took a second to fix my clothing and run my hands through my hair. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles against the door. A woman opened the door and I could only guess this was the appearance that belonged to the voice I've heard twice in my life.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you," her hand stick out to meet mine. 'I was correct, the voice matches perfectly, just less..grainy'

"Pleasure to meet you too!" I beam.

"My name is Mrs. Beakley, if you will follow me I will escort you to Mr.McDuck, and he will outline your duties here"

"Oh! Okay" My anxiety set in as I walked into the house, everything was going so fast, am I starting today? Honestly I thought maybe I'll get the outlines and start fresh tomorrow. Am I really getting to meet the amazing Mr.McDuck?"

"I'm sure you can manage from here, just through that door" Mrs. Beakley nodded to said door before leaving to god knows where.

I raise my hand to knock before dropping it and closing my eyes, shaking my hands at my side. I open my eyes once more and tried to contain the butterflies in my stomach. 'Cmon (y/n) it's not that hard, you can do it. On the count of three you're going to knock and get this over with. Promise? Yeah. So, one...two....aaaaaand...no no no!" I sigh and run my hands through my hair, why am I so anxious? Just then the door swung open, I jumped back, startled and not wanting to get ran into.

"Oh, blimey, yer lost, lassie?" The great Mr.McDuck asked while peeping beyond the door, seeing if there were anyone else in the hallways, being met with no one but me.

"Uh, no, I uh, I'm here for the personal assistant position," I curse at myself internally for being so vague "...I was hired and told to come by, I was about to knock..."

"Aye! Well come in come in, let's get this started," He stood to the side and ushered me in.  I walk into the office and sat in the chair placed in front of his desk  He closed the door and made his way to his desk chair

"What's yer name again, lass?"

"(Y/n)...(l/n)"

"Aye, (y/n), I remember that from the resume." He slid a paper towards me before he continued, taking off his glasses to clean them "Here is a list of yer duties as my personal assistant. I expect ye tae awake at 6 in the mornin, how is yer cooking?"

"I'm proficient at it" I answer, 'that was a great answer! Keep this streak rolling' I think, smiling a bit

"Brilliant! I eat at 7 am, 1pm and 7pm. Although if I'm away then ye can wait until I get home tae fix the meal."

"So, I would arrive at 6 am and-"

"Arrive?" Mr.McDuck interrupted me. "I expected ye tae sleep here tae be as accessible as ye possibly can, that's not a problem, innit?"

I shook my head, a surprised look was probably plastered on my face "Oh! Not at all, I'll be more than happy to stay here in this lovely manor of yours" I felt the butterflies explode in my stomach.

"Aye, well, try tae get the things ye will need here as soon as possible so ye can start tomorrow. Did ye drive here?" I looked down to my hands laughing slightly

"No I walked here..." I admitted, feeling more and more embarrassed as the words left my mouth

"Well that cannot do, I'll have Launchpad drive ye to yer house to grab what ye need. Have any questions? Feel free tae keep that paper."

"I think I got everything." I mumble as I skim the items on the paper. I'll take a better look on it when I get to my room I suppose.

Mr. McDuck walked me out of the room with his hand on the small of my back. My ears burned red and I hoped he couldn't hear my heavy breathing. He guided me to his garage not once taking his hand off me. I looked up to him to see if he knew what he was doing to me, but he looked onward with determined eyes.

"Launchpad!" Mr.McDuck loudly announced, a man who was working on a limo's engine shot up and smashed his head on the hood.

"Mr. McD!" He yelled "I fixed the engine, it's as good as new!" He rubbed his head as he closed the hood. Grinning his best smile.

"Ah, Aye..." McDuck cleared his throat before he continued "Launchpad I need ye tae drive the lass tae her house so she can get her things."

"Yes, Mr.McD, I'll take her right away." He opened the door and took my hand, gliding me to the backseat

"Thank you so much"

"You're more than welcome, ma'am" I smile as he hopped in the drivers seat, I watched Mr. McDuck wave before walking inside. I gave a small wave but he didn't see. I gave Launchpad my address and we set off.

"So what's your name?"

"Oh, (y/n) (l/n)"

"(Y/n)? Awesome name. I'm launchpad, so who are you," he looked back at me with a weird look on his face "I mean, what were you doing at Mr.McD's place," he swerved causing me to grip tightly into anything I can grab "that came out wrong, I mean-"

"I'm Mr. McDuck's personal assistant. I'm actually really nervous about this job, I mean, working for the great Scrooge McDuck..."

"It's great isn't it?" He smiled. I nodded in agreement "Don't be nervous, Mr. McD is a great man, and he's real fun too, just don't get too tripped up on the kids."

"He has kids?" I question, Launchpad shook his head vigorously.

"Breaking!" He slammed on the breaks, throwing me against the front seat. Causing me to groan out in pain. "Sorry, no no no, he doesn't have kids, or even a wife..." he trailed off. "It's his nephews, or great nephews? Idk I didn't pay attention to the lovey moments... there's three of them, triplets- and Webby, Mrs.Beakley's granddaughter." He slammed on the breaks and I braced the seat.

"We're here." I say with disbelief in my voice, I honestly didn't believe I would survive the drive. "Thank god were here..."

I packed my suitcases with Lauchpad's help, he insisted, and we drove back to the manor. Mr. McDuck was waiting outside when we arrived back.

"I see ye got yer things, lassie?"

I smile and nod. "Yes sir, Mr.McDuck. I did"

"Ah, lass, ye don't have tae be so formal, ye can call me Scrooge." He grabbed a suitcase from me and lead me to my room "here ye are, lassie, yer quarters" Mr.McDuck, ah, Scrooge, dropped my suitcase on my bed, popping his back as he stretched up.

He walked to the door and leaned against it, smiling at me. "Welcome tae my manor, lassie, I hope you have a good time working for me. Get some rest for tomorrow" He grabbed the handle and closed the door, leaving me alone to my things.

'I think I will have a good time working for you, McDuck.'