"You love me?" "Of course I do you dork." With Fentonald please?
(*rubs hands together* hehe… a ship prompt. Wonderful. This one is probably one of my favorites I’ve written. As with all my other prompts, I’m open to requests for continuations! Enjoy!)
#100 “You love me?” “Of course I do, you dork.” Fentonald
Sometimes Fenton really didn’t know how he did it. It seemed like no matter how hard Donald tried, life just never seemed to want to cooperate with him. He had been through so much, and the world decided it still wasn’t enough. His…boyfriend tried his best to stay on the positive side of things, even thinking up a little slogan for himself to say whenever he got frustrated: “Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? No one but Donald Duck!”
It would be endearing if it wasn’t so sad.
Today especially was just not one of his good days. Huey had a stomach bug and had to be picked up from school, the other two triplets had escaped to come home and try to look after their elder brother, only causing more trouble by crowding the sick duckling and then getting in Donald’s way, causing him to drop hot soup and medicine all down his front more than once that afternoon. Eventually, he had had enough, sending the two out to find Webby with the strict rule of don’t come back.
Fenton had come over for a day of television re-runs and lunch, only to find himself all but ignored as Donald rushed around caring for his nephew. He helped out where he could, taking the empty glass of water or melted icepack his date handed him and getting fresh, cold replacements for the red-clad duckling. He was pitiful looking, sleeping on the cot Donald had made for him in the boys’ room (heights, when he was already nauseous, was not a smart idea).
Finally, blissfully, Huey fell into a fitful sleep. Fenton remembered his M’Ma telling him when he was little that sleep was the best way to beat off sickness, as well as sweating, and was grateful that the duckling had finally drifted off. He waited in the living room as Donald cleaned himself up and disinfected everything Huey had touched that morning, eventually dropping into the loveseat beside him, smelling fresh and looking exhausted at the same time.
Silently, Fenton turned the television to mute, facing the duck beside him, “Are you hurt?” He motioned to the bright red patch on his neck where soup had been spilled trying not to trip over Dewey.
He frowned, reaching a hand to gently touch the warm feathers and skin, causing the duck to hiss and flinch back. Fenton got up silently, going to the kitchen and finding a tube of antibiotic ointment and a cold compress.
He came back, sitting in front of Donald and pushing the shirt off of his shoulder to better rub the cream into his skin and feathers, making sure to be gentle and not cause more pain.
“I’m sorry that our date was ruined.” Donald eventually spoke up, watching the other with a small frown as he finished spreading a thin layer of cream over the burn.
“It isn’t.” Soft eyes looked up at him, hesitant and then smiling, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Donald went quiet again, taking the cold compress that was handed to him and winced as he held it to his burn.
“Do you want to start this episode over again?” Fenton asked cheerfully, sitting beside his date and being careful not to lean on him too much, “Or we could find a different show, I think Ottoman Empire started a marathon today, or-”
His voice slowly fumbled to stop, a light blush spreading over his beak while he stared at the tv, remote in hand. Slowly, his head turned, to find Donald looking at him with a fond smirk on his face that hid the nervousness that he could see underneath.
“Um. You love me?” Stupid! You’re supposed to say it back! You’re ruining the moment!
Donald laughed breathlessly, leaning back against the ratty old couch, “You put up with my temper, and the boys, my uncle, and let yourself get dragged into my bad luck without even a grumble. Of course, I do, you dork.”
“…Cool.” Fenton cringed at himself, pulling himself to sit up straighter and face Donald, “I-I mean, yes! I love you too!”
He watched as his boyfriend’s eyes crinkled in the corners, the way they do when he was seriously happy, and pulled him into a hug- only to pull away when Donald groaned at the pain it caused his shoulder.
A few minutes of apology and fretting later, Fenton turned the show back on to watch, resting against Donald’s non-burnt side carefully, his free hand curled around the other’s.
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