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Our Love Will Shine

Scroldie Week 2019: Day 3 - Holidays

Happy anniversary to “Golden Lagoon” and happy birthday to @iamthehousethatfloats! ‘Tis a very good day!

After the last prompt, people (myself included) really seemed to like my new AU, so, hey, have some more!

(Bunch of AU notes to be found at the end of the ao3 version. I’ll make a masterpost soon.)

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“Goldie, have ye seen my tie?” Scrooge calls, peeping his head out from the doorway of the bathroom connected to their bedroom. She doesn’t know why he seems rushed; they literally only need to walk downstairs and presto! They’ll be at F.O.W.L.’s annual Christmas Eve soirée.

Perhaps it’s the size of the massive chateau they’re in, Goldie wonders as she wordlessly passes off the accessory-in-question from her vanity’s surface to her beau’s waiting hand, before she returns to adjusting her gold earrings. One would think that for someone so enraptured with money and riches, he would make it a point to get used to the lifestyle. Maybe in his own mansion, he’d finally embrace it.

She shrugs it off, applies a little bit more mascara to her eyelashes, and then gets up to go examine herself in the floor-length mirror next to the dresser. After a precursory glance, she fiddles with the straps of her red dress for a second before putting on a jadeite-encrusted gold necklace, the latest addition to the “Liberated by O’Gilt” collection. If only its clasp was more cooperative...

“Bless me bagpipes! You, my dear, look marvelous.”

Goldie catches sight of Scrooge leaning on one arm against the doorway over the shoulder of her reflection, his gaze catching hers. He finally got his white bowtie on, it seems, and now just needs to slip into his tailcoat. “You’re looking pretty spiffy yourself, handsome,” she remarks, then asks, “Mind helping me with this?”

“Of course.” Scrooge crosses the room and connects the two ends of the necklace Goldie’s been wrangling with, then sets it down against her feathers, letting his fingers shamelessly travel further down her shoulders and arms to land on her hips. When she shivers from his touch, he presses himself ever closer to her and kisses her cheek, then wraps his arms around her. “I love you, Goldie, ye know that?” he whispers excitedly in her ear, peppering more kisses to her neck.

And she does. Goldie knows it like she knows the sun will rise tomorrow on a white Christmas morning for them, their arms and legs tangled around each other’s after a night of champagne and mistletoe and caroling, trying to keep each other toasty for as long as possible before they surface for air.

“I love you, too, Scrooge,” she answers, cupping his cheek over her shoulder to return a smooch or two.

They watch themselves in the mirror for a few seconds then, happy and at peace, and the image seems too perfect to let go of until time urges them to continue getting ready, after one more kiss, of course.

While Goldie makes final adjustments to her jewelry and hair, Scrooge leaves her side to go put on his coat. Just as she deems her appearance satisfactory with a final smoothing of her dress, he speaks up from behind her again—only this time, out of view of the mirror—noting, “You’re gonna need some ice to go with that gold.”

The sentence baffles Goldie, and she turns to let him know just as much. “What do you mea- oh!”

What she finds awaiting her is the last thing she expected to see tonight...or for quite awhile, if she’s being honest with herself (they'd mentioned it a couple of times, but perhaps it’s that suddenness that makes it that much sweeter). There on one knee, dressed to the nines in his tuxedo, is Scrooge holding a diamond ring in a little box out towards her, his eyes full of hope and his smile brimming with honest love from his heart.

“Goldie O’Gilt, when we first met, I knew ye were gonna be trouble,” Scrooge starts, earning an involuntary smirk from Goldie beneath her stunned expression. He's nervous and sentimental with every word, and it's incredibly endearing on him. “But now, we cause trouble together, and...I want that ‘together’ to be for forever. So...will ye marry me?”

It takes Goldie a full three seconds to process everything before she's nodding like her life depends on it while trying to find her voice. She's not one to cry very often, and always thought that if and when this moment came she'd be more composed, but damn if her eyes aren't misting up. At least they're in the privacy of their own bedroom.

She finally manages a quivering, "Yes," and Scrooge looks like she's given him the world, because in his mind, she really has. As he pulls the ring out of the box and slides it onto her finger, he laughs to cover up his own sniffling, and once the ring's in place, he kisses the back of her hand and then pulls himself up to fully embrace her, their beaks brushing together in a tender moment of commitment.

Even after pulling apart, they remain close to each other, Scrooge's arms wrapped around Goldie's back, and her hands resting on his lapels, thumbs running over the satin. She can feel his heart racing, and finds it reassuring to know that hers is not alone.

They stay like that, foreheads nuzzling one another, until the initial wave of adrenaline settles and their betrothal begins to weave itself into reality as the new status quo. Not that any of this is going to stop feeling like a dream anytime soon.

Goldie leans back, and Scrooge immediately brushes a thumb near the corner of her eye, noticing that they're still glistening. "You alright?" he asks, bringing another smile to her beak.

"Yeah," she nods, then jokes, "Hard to not be when this just became the best Christmas of my life."

They laugh over that, and after a moment, Goldie finally takes full stock of the ring on her finger. It's a 24-karat gold band that wraps around an Asscher-cut brilliant in a split shank setting, with a smattering of tiny emeralds hugging the center stone and pavé diamonds glittering down the sides. She moves her hand side-to-side, and the sparkle of it takes her breath away. It's like nothing she's ever seen before, except for...

"Wait!" Goldie halts the moment, peering closer to inspect the main diamond. "Is that...?" she trails off, glancing up at Scrooge, who's wearing a particularly sneaky grin.

"A Cullinan diamond?" he finishes, nodding only after Goldie's eyes seem to bug out of her head. "Remember when we bagged some of the Queen's jewels last year for High Command? Well...a few minor stones may have gotten 'lost' during the transfer."

"Scrooge, you didn't." Goldie's mouth hangs agape, equal parts shocked and impressed. She remembers that heist quite well. It was and remains their biggest, trickiest one to date, and for him to just take some of the loot from F.O.W.L. on a special assignment...well, he was playing with fire.

Scrooge just shrugs a smug shoulder, like she isn't wearing a piece of the largest diamond ever found on her finger, and covers her hand with his. "Nothing but the best for you, my queen."

As warm as the gesture makes her feel, she can't help but ask, "But what about High Command? I mean, if they find out, they'll-"

He silences her with a reassuring kiss then, one that melts any lingering doubts. "Well then," he begins as they part, holding her gaze with a gentle grip under her beak. There's something playful dancing in his eyes that makes her heart thump in double-time. "When we go downstairs now, and I get to announce to everyone that you've agreed to make me the richest man in the world-" He leans in close to whisper now. "-we'll just have our own little secret to keep, eh?"

Keeping a secret from their higher-ups is enticingly dangerous in its own right, but the level to which Scrooge's voice drops has Goldie all but swooning. If this is going to bring out his "rebellious take-charge outlaw" side, then by all means, she is for it.

"I think we can manage that," she agrees at last.

"Good. Let's go then—I cannae wait to spend my first Christmas Eve with you as my fiancée." Scrooge turns and offers the crook of his arm to her. "Shall we, m'lady?"

Goldie still can't believe she's now engaged, and with a Cullinan diamond to boot. But as she takes his arm and he squeezes her hand with his free one, reminding her that they're in this together, she realizes that that’s the reality of her life, of loving Scrooge McDuck—he makes the impossible seem possible.

It’s a life worth more than gold, and for that, she’ll gladly give him her heart.

#Scroldie Week 2019 #DuckTales #Scroldie #Scrooge McDuck #Goldie O'Gilt #Diamond Thieves AU #my fanfics

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