A Mini-card For Donald Duck's Birthday!

There will be three versions of ff, so wait for the following posts ;)

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It was one of the best days in the life of Panchito and Jose! They were finally able to create their own citizenship in America and now they can bring their third amigo — Donald Duck!

They were excitedly walking towards Donald's house... Despite the fact that they are in Duckburg for the first time...

But that's nothing! They're The Three Caballeros! They can find each other anywhere, anytime! They are real soulmates! It's just a pity, not in a romantic way..

And here is the house. Only, whose? Well, we'll find out now!

Panchito knocked

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Nothing?

Jose began to slowly fill with doubts. The wrong house? But their Donald-radar says otherwise. And he never let them down and was not wrong

He looked at Panchito and smiled gently

The rooster was still knocking on the door with a serious face. He clearly wasn't going to leave until the owner showed up

Suddenly angry footsteps were heard outside the door

The latin birds exchanged glances. Panchito even forgot that he was still knocking

"WHAT" — Donald shouted, opening the door. Jose and Panchito jumped in fright

A minute of awareness

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"Panchito! Jose!" — Donald shouted again, but this time with joy

He jumped on his friends and wrapped them in a tight hug

The latin birds immediately responded to the hugs and Panchito, with a loud cheerful cry, circled all three of them to Donald's joyful laugh and Jose's giggles

"Okay-okay! Let go, guys" — Donald said through laughter

But they didn't want to. They were afraid to let him go. As if, as soon as they let him go, he would be far away again

"Guys?" — the duck's voice made them break out of their thoughts and let him go

The Caballeros looked at each other with silly and happy smiles on their beaks

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" — Donald interrupted the moment and headed into house leaving the door open

Panchito and Jose entered the house ignoring the pain in the heart and the red face of the duck

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It wasn't normal

Donald doesn't behave like that and shouldn't

Why is Donald so quiet? Why is he only talking? Wht isn't he singing? Why?

Why?!

Jose walking back and forth while Panchito was pressed (begging) for information

He would also have questioned the triples, but his head was full of bad thoughts and anxiety

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He's furious

He had never known that he could be do angry

But now he is not up to it

"Como pudo? No! Te atreves?!"

"Calm down, Panchito" — Jose replied casually strirring his coffee

"How I can be calm?! How YOU can be calm?!" — the named rooster stopped walking around the hall and turned to the parrot, who was sitting with his back to him

"It's simple, meo favorito" — Jose began, taking a sip of his drink, — "Donald needs who can support him, be there and hug him"

"And that's why we need to calm down" — Jose turned to Panchito — "Pelo bem do nosso patinho fofo Donny"

Panchito began to calm down under Jose's soft gaze and warm smile

"In any case..." — he continued — "She will pay for it"

Panchito felt a chill down his spine due to the sharp coldness in the parrot's eyes and voice

"Wow..." — he muttered in surprise after a moment of silence — "I even felt cold" — he shivered in place

"Warm it up?" — Jose grinned

"Warm it up" — Panchito shouted in response, apporoaching him

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Gladstone stagged back from the force of the blow he was awarded

He reached out his hand to his cheek, which was beginning to blush, and turned his gaze to the one who hit him

Donald was breathing heavily, clenching his fits

"I hate you..."

Gladstone prayed that he had heard

"What?..."

"I hate you" — Donald repeated, but a little louder

"I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!!" — paul the end Donald started screaming

"WHEN WILL YOU STOP SPOILING MY ALREADY BAD LIFE?! HATE YOU!!" — his angry eyes began to fill with tears

"Donny..." — the grandma Duck tried to calm her grandson down, but he just waved her off and ran to the exit crying

The rest of the relatives just watched, unable to find words for this scene

"Glady...?"

Gladstone turned around

"What have you done?" — Abner asked with a murderous look while the triples were standing behind him

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"Donald?" — Donald heard his name and curled up even more tightly

"Donald!" — two voices shouted and rapid footsteps approached him

"Donald..." — duck didn't think his name would be so annoying

Suddenly he felt someone's shirt on him and he was abruptly lifted into his arms

Two smells enveloped him at once. From a short and someone else's chest. So relaxing. So sweet. Such relatives. Such favourites

The smell of Jose and the smell of Panchito

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"Now can we find out what happened?" — Panchito asked a little impatiently, watching the duck drink tea

"Nothing, just..." — Donald stumbled, but did not have time to finish because of the explosion, you will not believe it, Jose

"Nothing? Just?! NOTHING?! JUST?!! NOTHING?!!!" — with each word, Jose's tone grew louder and fiercer. Jose loomed over Donald, causing him to blush and snuggle up to the sofa behind him — "Amigo, you probably already forgot, but we found yo crying! Crying! Donald, you were crying! And believe me, my dear, we will not leave you until you admit what happened or find out for myself."

Jose stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"Say it" — like a knife cutting butter, these words cut through the silence

"No..." — Donald swallowed and replied

Like hell he'd let them know

"Say it" — the parrot wouldn't let up

"No" — the duck didn't give up either

Panchito watched this fight from "No" and "Say it"

Another time it would have funny, he even went for popcorn! Unfortunately, not now, not in this situation

"Say it!" — Jose didn't stop

"OKAY!!" — Donald jumped up, all red and angry

Jose stepped back slightly. A small grin appeares on his beak, and hope appeared in his eyes. He glanced at Panchito, with the same expression on his face

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, HUH?! THAT MY LUCKIEST AND "COOLEST" COUISEN FOUND OUT THEY I'M TRANS?!" — the duck started walking around the guest room while his friends got a shock — "THAT I LIKE TO WEAR A DRESSES AND OTHER "GIRLY" THINGS! THAT I BROKE UP WITH DAISY!" — he went behind sofa and stopped, continuing to angrily confess — "ANOTHER CHERRY ON THIS CAKE SHOULD BE SO THAT HE FINDS OUT THAT I'M GAY! AND THAT I'M IN LOVE WITH BOTH OF YOU!" — Donald is done and breathing hard after his heated speech

When he calmed down and his breathing steadied, he turned to the rooster and the parrot

"Uh.. Guys?" — Donald got their attention — "The last part.. Did I say it out loud?" — his responses were a silent nod

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"Aw-phooey.." — Donald turned away abruptly. He took off his sailor hat and pressed it to his red face.

Why didn't he think about what he was talking about?! What will happen now? Will they hate him! Oh boy, how embarrassing!

But before Donald's stream of thoughts gets even worse (for his mental health), he was suddenly embraced by two pairs of hand and surrounded by someone else's warmth

"Oh, voce e tao fofa, what you embarrassed, bonitinho~" — the gentle tone and sweet portugusese speech reached the ears of the duck and he removed his hat from his face

"Hola, carino!" — Panchito's bright and cute face appeared in front of the duck

"What the..." — Donald could not finish, as Jose and Panchito said in one voice:

"We love you too!"

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"What?" — Donald asked with tears in his eyes

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"El QUE?!"

"Uch, Panchito, too loud" — Donald rubbed his right ear and looked at the sitting rooster with displeasure

"He-he... Lo siento, patito" — the duck just rolled his eyes and gently pulled him back to lie ion the bed

"But he's right, meu sol" — after a giggle Jose added raising himself on his elbows — "It's really... A terrible situation" — his hand gently stroking the duck's cheek — "I would cry too"

Donald snuggled up to the touch

"Don't, you have too cute a face for tears" — Jose just giggled again at the compliment and lay back down

The room dropped into a new pleasant silence

"Wait. Panchito?" — the rooster only purred in response — "Did you carry me in your arms ALL the way?" — in response, a new satisfying purr — "Aw-phooey.." — Donald buried his reddening face in Jose's shoulder while he laughed and Panchito was touched

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Bitch, I done

Minishot for DonPete!

It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.

The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.

— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.

Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.

— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.

Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?

— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?

— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.

— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..

Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?

— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.

Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.

— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...

Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.

— That's so..

— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.

— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.

All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.

— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.

— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.

Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.

— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.

Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.

— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.

Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..

— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.

Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.

His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.

— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.

— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.

Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.

— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..

Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.

— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...

Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.

— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...

Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.

— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.

A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.

— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.

The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..

— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!

Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.

The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.

— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.

Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.

I want you to be okay.

For @diogxnxs

It always hurt.

My heart is racing.

My head hurts.

What's going on?

It's too loud.

I don't want to be here. I don't like being here.

Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't...

— Shhh.. — Jose purred softly, gently hugging Donald, while the duck clung to him as if he were the only salvation.. — Vai ficar tudo bem, meu amor. Estou aqui, estou por perto... — soft words of comfort came from the beak of the green parrot, hoping that the former sailor would hear them.

It always hurt. It always hurt to see Donal like... this.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that Jose's heart itself is soft, like buttercream, but at... such moments... it seemed that Donald's fear was so strong that it hurt him.

It was such a dumb, such a crazy idea... Of course, they are three Caballeros, birds of one feather, best friends and musicians! They hadn't seen each other for so long and missed each other so much!

Panchito and Jose just add emotion to their long-awaited meeting! Well... They really did it. Just not the way it needed to be..

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Donald was sincerely waiting for this moment...

he received a letter about the arrival of his partners and was on guard all day to seize the moment and not be taken by surprise.

Of course, it was unpleasant to be constantly stressed.. No, it wasn't stress. It was that playful feeling of excitement, a pleasant anticipation of danger and adventure!

So it was from that very moment of meeting..

In one moment, it just got too loud, there were too many sounds!

It's too much... Too much... Too much...

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— Meu amor, meu amor, oh, meu amor... — Jose hummed softly, stroking Donald's trembling back. — I'm so sorry, meu amor... — He leaned closer to the duck and began to place gentle kisses on its snow-white feathers, this time in order to calm down, not to tease. — Espero que nos perdoe quando acordar... Oh, meu amor, a luz em minha vida, meu tesouro das profundezas do oceano...

Jose continued his caresses, resembling a cat. But not the proud and lazy cat that the street has taught life to. This is a homeless, pathetic and worthless cat who does his best to cuddle, purr and meow, in an attempt full of hope to get attention and forgiveness..

As he continued his gentle displays of affection, he failed to notice how Donald slowly regained consciousness.

Donald was slowly coming back to reality. He blinked diligently as his now clear mind tried to remember what had happened.

— Jose?... — he asked in a hoarse voice when he realized what and who was doing to his skin.

The parrot stopped and quickly raised his eyes to the duck.

— Donal... — he whispered softly, then suddenly rushed forward, hugging Donald. — Oh, Donal! I'm so glad you're okay!

The former sailor grunted in surprise when his boyfriend, unexpectedly for him, squeezed him tightly in a vice. His body gradually relaxed as the parrot's warmth warmed him, and wrapped his arms around him in response.

— How did I get into the bedroom? — he pulled back slightly, looking around his room, his hands still on Jose.

— Panchito brought you here..

Donald frowned slightly at his boyfriend's strange tone. When he turned his head back to him, Jose attacked him again, bursting into tears and covering the duck's face and neck with kisses.

— Oh, Donal! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!! — he desperately begged for forgiveness between kisses. — Oh, meu pobre amante! Eu e o Chito somos tão culpados na sua frente! Perdoe-nos, oh, nossa alegria, nossa musa!

Donald did not immediately respond to Jose's plaintive pleas, as his mind had not fully recovered.

He let out a sigh that looked a little like a giggle, hugged the parrot back and, seizing the moment, kissed him on the lips.

— Jose.. — He gently but firmly attracted his boyfriend's attention, looking into his tear-stained eyes. — I'm okay now.

The parrot shuddered slightly as the duck's beak gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

— Meu amor, no more jokes or surprises with loud noises. I promise, no, I swear! — He snuggled up to Donald again, shaking his beak against his neck. — Juro por cada parte do meu corpo e alma! Juro pela minha família!

Donald half sighed and half giggled again, leaning back against the pillows.

— I'd like to hear it from Panchito.

Jose stopped his caresses and raised himself slightly on his hands, smiling awkwardly.

— Bem... You'll have to wait, Donal.. — The parrot's smile became even more awkward and he looked away when Donald raised one eyebrow. — Seu tio... He was too pissed off..

— Okay, I get it. — Don cut Se off, immediately understanding what he meant. — Does he even have insurance?

— Not in America. — Joe chuckled softly as he lay down next to his boyfriend.

Finally, the silence in the room became not tense and frightening, but peaceful and relaxing, while the two birds hugged each other.

And somewhere around this time, a Mexican rooster is running around the city from an mad old duck.

Donald's Funny Names that I Accidentally Wrote:

Fonalf

Donalf

Dond

Fonf

Donf

— Oh boy... — Donald's voice was mesmerized, delighted, and surprisingly calm — These flowers are so beautiful... — he gently touched the bud, as if afraid to accidentally pluck it. Donald stood for a while in this blissful stupor, until he emptied his lungs with a heavy and sad sigh. — I wish I could be as beautiful as they are..

"I find your motivation slightly amusing"

Halloween is coming soon! What if Pete told scary stories to Mickey and Goofy (and maybe someone else) and everyone would be scared, but Donald was calm as hell. And when would you ask him: "Donald, what the hell? You're usually the first one to jump out of the feathers!" Donald is like, "I was there. It won't work a second time"

And also the hard headcanon that Pete and Donald served together

Your drawing of Pete is so cute! I always smile when I see your posts in the recommendations! (≡^∇^≡)

May I ask: how do you see Donald and Pete's friendship? I just ship them, but I'm interested in the opinion of other Donald and Pete fans

HIIII THANKS!!! I see them as Pete making Donald mad knowingly, I see that Donald may be the one of the trio who's less excited to be Pete's friend and actually tries to avoid him but oh well gjslagk

Donald: Na-ah-AH!!

Donald: You will NOT talk like this to my Arakuni child, three nieces who are not my own nieces, but the nieces of my ex-girlfriend, my Spanish boyfriend, my Brazilian boyfriend, my pet bear, my baby goddess, my distant grandfather, the distant grandfather of my Spanish boyfriend and the distant grandfather of my Brazilian boyfriend. Do you understand me?!

Ari, April, May, June, Jose, Panchito, Humphrey, Don Dugo, Pascoal Papagiao and Gallus Maximus: Mhhmmm.

Felldrake: What.

Sheldgoose hugging Leopold: Why can't you love us too?!

Felldrake: What!?

Tai Lung: Someone help me find my husband. He fell into the snow and now I can't see him and I can't tell him from the snow.