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Two Side Of A Penny! (Gladstone x Donald)

2017 Ducktales (pre cannon)
Donald x Gladstone(One sided!)
Fluff

Donald was his favorite cousin but the unlucky duck had never felt the same way. Technically Donald was more than that. He had been his first love. He fell for him long before his parents' accident. How could he have not fell for the temper ridden duck? He was sweet and unapologetically himself, much unlike Gladstone, who had to keep up the 'good kid' routine.

However, after his parents died the family didn't know where to put him. He floated from house to house until Uncle Scrooge buckled and took him in. He had already adopted Donald and Della at this point and it was Gladstone worst nightmare.

Donald hated him which was tolerable for family dinners or holidays but 24/7 was a different story. He was even more unsettled to find out he would be sharing a room with Donald. Now he had nowhere to run to hide his feelings from the duck.

Gladstone decided on the first day he never wanted Donald to see him cry so he would wait up long past lights out and pull out a picture of his parents and try to silently cry. Slowly, Gladstone noticed Donald wasn't his grumpy self, at least towards Gladstone. The twins had lost their parents only a few years earlier so Donald understood his situation and was giving him a pass. Gladstone took his pity because it meant they could be in the same room for longer than ten and didn't end with Donald yelling at him.

One night Gladstone hadn't waited until Donald was asleep to pull out the photo. He couldn't help it; he had a bad day, which for him was nearly impossible. He curled up on bed before Donald had turned the lights off and tried to hold himself together.

"Gladstone, do you blame yourself?" Donald asked, cutting through his thoughts. He hadn't expected the question not from his male cousin, maybe Della, but not Donny. "I just mean, because, you know, you're lucky?"

Gladstone had thought about this numerous times. His good luck should've saved his parents too. That would've made him happiest but only he had made it out of the burning building. Hearing it out loud made Gladstone break. He started crying.

"Awe, geez. Look man I didn't mean," Donald sighed and fiddled with his bed sheets not sure what to do.

Then Donald stood and turned off the lights and joined Gladstone in his bed. Gladstone stifled his cries. shocked. Donald maneuvered himself and wrapped both arms around the boy and just held him for a long time before speaking again.

"What I meant was you shouldn't blame yourself. I used to think we lost our parents because of my bad luck. You can't blame yourself for surviving." Gladstone whipped his head up to stare at Donald. He had never been that gentle with him.

"You're not bad luck! I wish people wouldn't say that." He hugged Donald so hard, the duck thought he might suffocat. Gladstone hated when people called his cousin bad luck.

"Well, I'm glad you believe in me," Donald whispered before Gladstone fell asleep in his arms.

Gladstone could stayed in this moment forever.

Word Count: 543