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Ducktales 2017 - Encanto
Still two more to come. But essentially with with Mirabel, Louie would have her roll I suspect.
have you seen him yet today bc you totally should
We get it, Tara, you're a simp for your husband 🙄 you're both lame and made for each other 🙄 /lh
This is so stupid omfg HAHAHAHA
Ducktales 2017: Gratitudes & First Dates (pt. 2)
“Sorry about the suit”
Fenton looked up from where he was working on the suit to give the sailor a look.
“What’s there to be sorry about?”
“Look at it,” Donald exclaimed gesturing to the pile of scraps on the side of the table, “it’s a wreck.”
Before Fenton could respond Donald pressed forward.
“I-I didn’t mean to destroy it,” the sailor looked down, “Now Duckburg’s out a superhero a-and it’s all my fault...”
Doanld finally looked up, eyes glossy and face remorseful.
“I’m so-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Don!”
Fenton was now standing, his work completely abandoned in order to address his friend.
“You saved Duckburg,” the superhero screamed punctuating how important that was with his arms outstretched, “you fought a shadow army by yourself, including the Gizmoduck in battle mode possessed by my evil magic shadow, and WON; while being electrocuted!”
“Donald...,”
“You’re Fantastic!”
The sailor couldn’t help but smile. He felt incredibly embarrassed, humbled, and so happy form Fenton’s words. His feathers were red, his eyes were sparkling, and Donald’s grin couldn’t get anymore bigger.
The sailor sniffed,
“What did I ever do to have a friend like you?”
The superhero flashed Donald smile, which he returned brightly.
“Because y-your Awsome,” Fenton responded with cheeks equally flushed, “th-that’s why.”
*
After the whole Tracker Orb incident Donald’s been coming down to the Money bin, specifically Gyro’s Lab more often.
Fenton has also been visiting Gyro more often, despite the scientist constantly reminding the duck,
“You don’t work here.”
The superhero in response splutters half-baked, barely believable excuses; such as ‘maintenance’. If Gyro’s counting correctly he’s used the ‘matinence’ excuse, about four times already.
Fenton, of course, helps around the lab. Taking Little Bub & Manny’s chores, much the their displeasure and works hard, but more scatter brained than usual.
On more then one occasion he’s caused a fire, and didn’t even notice.
Gyro can only tolerate Fenton’s clumsiness for so long.
Half an hour into the superhero’s visit and Gyro was ready to lose it. Luckily a certain sailor came padding through the elevator.
“Donald!” Fenton called almost instantly
The superhero ran over to greet the sailor with a tight hug.
“Geez, Fenton” said Donald,red faced, returning the Latino’s hug, “you saw me yesterday.”
“I-I know” Fenton replied stuttering, “it’s just really great to see you”
Gyro didn’t know why those two idiots were gawking and staring at eachother for a solid minute, but it was incredibly awkward for him and the interns.
“You hungry?” Donald asked the superhero
“Kinda,” he replied, “I’ll go see if Gyro will let me?”
“Hey Gyro-“
“YES!” he responde instantly,
“You didn’t kn-“
“JUST GO, PLEASE”
“Ok, calm down.”
Gyro didn’t what came over him but as soon as those two left he felt way better. Looking around the lab, he noticed Manny and Little bulb we relieved as well. What is wrong with those two? Gyro just can’t put his finger on it.
*
“By the way Don,”
Fenton began ice cream dribbbling off his face and garnering the sailor’s attention,
“2 weeks ago you came to the lab looking for someone, right?”
“Yeah”
“Did you ever find him?”
“Yep”
Donald said matter-of-factly.
Fenton paused. He was hoping the sailor would elaborate, so they could keep talking. He loved talking to Donald. The two of them have become really close over these last few weeks. And every day they’ve been together, not that they’re together-together, Fenton is getting more and more smitten.
“What’s he like?” The superhero inquired.
“Well...,” Donald began really drawing out that first syllable, “he’s smart.”
“Smart?” Fenton repeated, chest tighting. Why is it tightening? Was he jealous, pshhh, just because the greatest guy he’s ever known thinks some rando is smart doesn’t mean he’s jealous. Plus smart is like a generalized term, that’s like a surface level compliment.
“Really smart.” Donald replied slightly smirking and side-eyeing Fenton.
Why was he smirkin and why is it so cute. Does Donald like this guy? No, that would be absurd. But if didn’t like this guy then why would-No-it’s not the time to think like that.
With a nervous and shaken breath Fenton asked, “what else?”
“He’s strong”
Fenton’s strong too, you know. He’s a freakin superhero, and sure the suit gives him super strength but he works out. Granted, working out is counterbalanced by his terrible sleep schedule but science and superheroing are worth a few lost nights.
“Strong is he?”
“Yeah but you know what else?” Donald asked leaning in close as if he’s telling a secret.
“What?”
“He is very very very...”
“Very, very what?!”
“I mean really, really, really...”
“Really, really what?!”
The sailor turned to meet Fenton’s piercing hazel eyes. The duck was obviously nervous his beak was lightly quivering, he was shaking, body contorted prepared to pounce, and his eyes were stinging with anticipation and a hint of fierce determination.
Donald leaned in close, even closer than before. Shifted his eyes left and then right, and whispered,
“Cute”
And before the superhero could even process the duck gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Fenton (TM) has stopped work.
Face red and flushed Donald quickly turned around. He cleared his throat hoping to get the superhero’s attenntion, but Fenton was still too dumbstruck. The two of them were at the base of McDuck Manor
“Well Cabrera,” Donald said glancing slightly behind to make his words were registering with the Ex-Intern, “this is my stop.”
Fenton squeeked not quite finding his voice yet. However, he still managed to blink at the sailor head still reeling. He can’t quite fully emote, he’s brain is on overdrive and everything’s has gone to fast for him to properly process.
Donald, stepped forward, and for the first time initiated a hug. Cabrera was barely managing to squeeze him back.
“See you tomorrow, hero” The sailor whispered before he gave the Latino a playful wink, and disappeared behind the gates of the mansion.
“...”
Fenton sighed and fell to his knees feeling like a school girl who’s has just talked to his crush on Valentines’ Day and in a way he was. His face was red and slowly he raised his hand and brushed his cheek. Grinding like a fools and eyes twinkling like diamonds, Fenton stared at the mansion and contemplated “Donald” for nearly an hour.
Dewey: Uncle Donald... I like boys.
Donald: *thinking of Jose, Panchito, and Fenton*
Donald: ...Yeah, boys are pretty great.
Encanto - Ducktales17
Final of the Encanto redraws for Fentonald...may draw more once I have seen the movie XD
look 🥺
Hhhhhhhhh I know, Tara, it's your husband. I see him almost every day, I think that should be enough 🙄 /j