Darkwing Duck One Shots

Mega Negaduck x Reader Damsel in Distress

(Requested by Stuff6969 :3) (Y/N) Your Name. (L/N) Last Name.

It all starts with you in the year 2002. You're a ten year old girl and in the 4th grade. You live with your parents. Two dads. Joseph and Glenn. Glenn's your father. The one who conceived you. So the mother side is Joseph.

They wanted a child so bad, so Glenn had a woman be a surrogate for them. One that gladly accepted and carried you. After you were born, your dad and Joseph took you into their home to love you and raise you.

Now you're a ten year old girl and you're being driven to school by your parents. Your dad's driving. The radio's playing Soak Up The Sun by Sheryl Crow. Your mom Joseph says, "Well, sweetie. Your dad and I hope you have a great day." You say, "Thanks, mama." Glenn says, "Let me know if anyone messes with our little girl." You giggle and you say, "Sure, daddy."

They get you to St. Canard Elementary and they drop you off. You say goodbye to them and your mom says, "We love you, sweetie." Glenn says, "Love you, honey." You say, "Love you guys too. Bye." You shut the door on your way out and you walk towards the building. Your parents drive off.

You suddenly hear this, "(Y/N)!" You stop and you look back to see a duck boy with big blue eyes, spiky white hair to match him, red shirt with a picture of a leaf on it, blue pants, etc. You smile and you say, "Reggie!"

He comes over to you and he says, "You know what's gonna be cool about today?" You say, "The assembly?" He says, "Yeah. No homework today. Cool, huh?" You grin and you say, "Yeah." 

You suddenly hear this, "Too bad I have to see your ugly faces in the gym." You look over to see a little blonde chicken girl and two more of her friends. Another is a duck girl with glasses and another is a pig girl with light blonde hair. Those are the popular girls. The chicken girl is Kattie McDonald. The little queen bee. The one with the glasses is Rhoda Dendron and the pig girl is Zoe Green.

You sigh and you say, "Hi, Kattie." She smirks and says, "Hey, loser with gay parents. And the plant loving geek next to you. How are you, Reggie? You gonna marry a plant lady in the future?" She and Zoe laugh, but Rhoda just looks away, sighing. Unlike those two, she's the nicer one. Reggie notices this and so do you.

Kattie says, "What are you guys looking at?" She looks back at Rhoda, then at you and Reggie. She says, "Hey. Eyes off my friends. You too, Reginald Bushroot. Rhoda's too cool for you. In fact, you're even more of a dweeb than (Y/N) is." She and Zoe laugh. Rhoda says, "Guys. We gotta go. Class starts soon." Zoe says, "Okay okay." Kattie looks at you and says, "Later, losers." They walk off.

Reggie sighs and looks away. You put your hand on his shoulder and you say, "Hey man. Don't worry about them. Besides, unlike Kattie... YOU have a dad that's there for you. Yours loves you. Maybe that's why Kattie's such a snotty brat." Reggie says, "Yeah. I guess you're right. Okay, let's go in." You both head inside.

You're unaware of a high schooler sitting further away. He's a fifteen year old duck boy in the 9th grade. He's sitting by a tree smoking a cigarette. His name is Jim Starling... or Jimmy. He saw what happened and he chuckles and says, "Damn, that kid's a little savage. Pretty cool." He was talking about you. He sits back and he puffs his cigarette.

He says, "Ha ha. Too bad the old man was oblivious to me stealing his beer." He reaches into his backpack and he pulls out a can of beer. He says, "I'm gonna enjoy this day. A nice little drink of beer and no stupid teacher to stop me. I've been suspended too many times to care, anyways. Especially by that douchebag of a principal." He opens the beer and he drinks it. He says, "Ahh... Still cold and good." He chuckles and sits there to skip class from high school.

(Time skip.)

Later on, you're walking home. Your teacher Ms. Lane told you that your parents would be late coming home. You told her you could walk and that you don't live too far from school. She said, "Alright. Be careful walking home, dear."

Reggie's mom picked him up, already. They had to go and visit his grandma in the hospital or something. She fell down the stairs at her home and they're seeing her. You continue walking and you say, "Something feels off." You stop and you look around. You don't hear anything and you shrug.

You're about to walk but then you hear footsteps and you gasp. You turn around and you see a teen duck boy about a foot taller than you. He was wearing a black and yellow Wu Tang Clan shirt and baggy dark blue jeans with holes on the knees.

You say, "Um... hi." He says, "What's up?" You say, "Walking home. My parents are gonna be late getting home, so I'm walking." He says, "Alright. Cool. Cool." You say, "What's your name? I feel like I've seen you before." He says, "Jimmy Starling, kid. I'm in the high school."

You say, "You look like it." He says, "I heard what you said about that little bitch in your class." You say, "Who? Kattie?" He says, "Yeah. Whatever the fuck her name is. What you said was great. About her dad not loving her much and why she was a brat. Ooh, I wanted to laugh so bad." 

You say, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." He says, "Cool. Great to meet ya. Sit down for a bit. Your parents aren't home yet, right?" You say, "Right. They're not." You and Jimmy sit on a brick retaining wall along the sidewalk and he gets his backpack off. He unzips it and says, "Heh heh. I snuck back to my place and stole something."

You say, "What did you steal?" He grins and says, "My dad's beer... again. I stole one earlier this morning. Drink that one after you walked inside the elementary." He gets a can of beer out and you look around. You say, "Are you sure you're supposed to be drinking beer? You're still in high school. My parents told me nobody under twenty one should drink alcohol."

Jimmy says, "Ah, screw the rules. I'm a goddamn delinquent. I've done more bad than good for the past seven in a half years." He opens the can of beer and he drinks from it. He looks at you and hold the beer out saying, "Want a sip?"

You say, "What? Me? But I'm a kid. Someone might see me." He says, "Don't sweat it, girlie. Nobody's around right now. Cops especially. Who's gonna see you? A ghost?" You giggle. He says, "Funny huh? Here. One drink." You say, "Well... okay. Just one." He says, "Cool." You take it and you sigh. He says, "Go on."

You drink from it and you shiver a bit. You say, "No more for me." You hand it back to him. He says, "At least you did it." He drinks the beer. You get out a pack of gum from your backpack and you take at least three of them. You put them in your mouth. He says, "Good idea. Don't let your 'rents suspect. At least you're smart about it." He chugs the beer and he tosses it behind him into the landscaping.

He says, "Ha ha. Take that, nature. Suck my dick." You giggle at what he said. He says, "I'm gonna go pickpocket some old lady in the street or something. Then head home and listen to Korn. See you around, kid." He gets up and you say, "Bye, Jimmy." He walks off. You get up and you continue your way back home.

You get home and your parents are still not home. Much to your luck, so they don't suspect that you were gone long. You get the key from under the rug and you unlock the front door. You open the door and you get inside.

You suddenly hear the phone ringing and you walk into the living room to answer it. You say, "Hello?" From the other line your dad says, "Hey, honey. I wanted to call you and tell you that your mom and I will be home soon. We're ordering pizza." "Okay daddy. Sounds cool. I'll see you guys then." "Alright, sweetheart. Hope your day went well." "It did." "Good." After talking to them, you hang up.

You get upstairs and you go into your room. You walk to your radio and you turn it on. You have it on the hit station and it plays the song Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne. You smile and you dance to it a bit.

You sit on your bed and you sigh. You say, "Jimmy Starling. Interesting guy and he's in high school. He does bad things, but... he seems okay to me. Maybe he's just misunderstood. Wait... am I developing a crush on him?"

(To be continued...)