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Loving Every Part! (Fenton x Reader)

2017 Ducktales
Fenton x Reader
DID!Reader
(Dissociative Identity Disorder / Multiple Personality Disorder)

A/N: I really wanted to do this justice! Hope I did. Enjoy!

Fenton walked in and sighed as he took in the sight of the bright colors that scattered the floor. ____ was gonna be mad but he wasn't going to touch them not risking getting on her bad side.

"Who's there?" A faint voice came from the kitchen.

"It's me." Fenton brought in the food he was holding and placed it on the counter. She was huddled over several brightly colored pieces of paper.

"Oh, I drew a picture for Giz." She handed him a picture of him as Gizmoduck but didn't look up.

"Thanks." She nodded and turned back to her drawings. He smiled to himself.

"Need anything?" He asked and she simply shook her head not looking up from a very colorful skyline of Duckburg.

Fenton resigned to the silence knowing he wasn't going to get more out of her. He started cooking. _____ was the PR adviser for McDuck Enterprises and if that wasn't hard enough it included handling Gizmoduck.

They had grown to be friends quickly and he had been surprised when _____ told him that she was diagnosed with Multiple Personalities Disorders. She coped with it well but her work put her in contact with several of her stressors. She thought it would be helpful if she had help from someone on staff. He had been the obvious choice because most of her alters like him instantly.

The youngest alter, who was currently in control, because she was the best handling stress. She was in her teens and not a child despite her relaxation method. She was just shy, stubborn, and refused to talk to most people. She also refused to pick a name so just went by she, her, or the youngest.

He was halfway through cooking the meat for the Enmoladas de Pollo when _____ groaned.

"Ugh. She ever picks up after herself." ____ stood up. She collected the markers and crayons that her younger alter had littered though the small apartment and neatly stacked the paper.

"Oh good. You hungry?"

"Absolutely." _____ put the stuff away and retook her seat at the bar.

"At least she texted me this time and spoke." Fenton sat a plate in front of her. "Stressful day?"

"That's good she's learning to trust you and yeah something like that."

"You know for high stress to be one of your triggers you might consider a job change."

"Noted but you're not gonna get rid of us that easily." He turned red with embarrassment.

"Wha-at? No ___-___ I just mean - what I was trying to say - I was just thinking," he stumbled over his words.

"I'm joking Fenton." ____ shrugged. "I like my job and so do the others. Anything I do is going to be stressful. It's part of life."

"Yes but it's more stressful than other jobs but I'm glad you like it." He knew that was selfish but didn't care as long as she okay. "Oh look. I also got a gift."

He held up a colorful picture. _____ smiled.

"Awwwe, Gizmo got some love."

"It's still strange that you refer to him as if he's not me even though you know the truth." He thought about as he sat down the picture that must be how she thought about herself.

"Shush you'll break her heart." She shushed him, the younger alter always seemed preoccupied when the topic of who Gizmoduck really was came up. _____ hummed mid bit. "Umm, maybe I can set up a PO Box for him. That'd be cute and you'd get fan mail! Also it'd stop getting so much mail to lab and people would feel like they were sending it directly to him and me and you could check."

"Is that, uh, advisable? I mean what if someone sees me checking it?" He picked his food worriedly.

She paused thinking it over and eventually popped, "Anyone who saw anyone that wasn't Giz open it would be considered a liaison."

After a second _____ nodded and frustratedly added, "And Jacob won't shut until I tell you he supports."

"Jacob's basis." Fenton laughed. "He's pro anything Gizmoduck."

"Yes but he's also logical so it's going on the agenda." She wrote it into her work book. "By the way thank you."

"Of course. Any time _____." He mumbled with a blush.

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