Pete: I Think We're Gonna Have To Kill This Guy, Donald.

Pete: What. The. Fuck.

Donald: *fucked up is a huge blue Bible duck with lots of eyes, gold rings, arms and a pair of wings*

Goofy: He broke his staff and all his magic returned to his body.

Pete: ...

Pete: Hm...

Mickey: DON'T YOU THINK FUCK HIM!

Pete: Still...

Серия чихов раздалась по квартире в сопровождении жалобного и злобного ворчания.

— За чтоооо... — заскулил, практически, как щенок, источник этих далеко не приятных звуков.

Белый павлин — такой же прекрасный и чудесный, как первый снег и одновременно ужасающий, как сама смерть.. Хотя сейчас, вся его элегантность и грациозность пропала из-за его болезни.

— Почемууу... — он снова заскулил, ворочаясь в своём гнезде, словно он нововылупившиеся ворчливый птенчик — Всё же было хорошо! Я не был на улице слишком долго, тепло одевался, не находился в лаборатории, пока она проветривалась и даже не был слишком долго в ней!

Неожиданно раздался нежный смех, такой сладкий, словно сгущённое молоко, прерывая нытьё уже не гордой птицы.

— Черт возьми, ты не преувеличивал, когда говорил, что ты как капризный ребёнок, когда болеешь. — обладатель этого голоса такой же красивый и великий, словно могучий воин, снежный барс - возлюбленный несчастной птицы.

— Помолчи, Тай Лунг.. — проворчал болеющий, переворачиваясь лицом к своему любовнику, чья улыбка явно смеялась с тенью издёвки.

— По-моему, это я должен говорить. — названный Так Лунг усмехнулся, подходя к гнезду, держа в одной лапе миску с супом и ложкой. — Что, наш Лорд Шень разочарован в провале своих планов? — его глаза весело прищюрились, когда его бойфренд обидчиво надул щёчки.

— Ты когда прекратишь? Мне было пятнадцать. — он пробубнил, поднимаясь в гнезде, беря большую ложку, пока Тай Лунг, продолжал держать миску, чтобы павлин мог поесть. — Я уже говорил своё имя.

Тай Лунг фыркнул, закатив глаза, но улыбка продолжала сиять на его лице.

— Ладно-ладно, прости Сан Ю*. — любовная птица удовлетворённо кивнул, но его брови остались недовольно нахмуренными.

Улыбка Тай Лунга спала, сменившись усталым вздохом, а взгляд смягчился до понимающе-сочувствующего. Он положил свою лапу на плечо Сан Ю, слегка сжав его.

— Хей, Сан Ю... — но павлин только покачал головой, отказываясь слушать снежного кота.

— Почему я заболел? Я был осторожным.. — Он покачал головой, но тон его голоса был искренне негодующим. — И теперь все наши планы, всё наше свидание пропало в никуда..

Тай Лунг глубоко вздохнул и сжал чуть крепче.

— Если ты скажешь, что это твоя вина, будешь должен принять пациентов детей. — Сан Ю вздрогнул от резкой угрозы Тай Лунга. Он удивлённо посмотрел на любовь своей жизни, не понимая, к чему это. — Потому что, это не так. — так же неожиданно, как была брошена угроза, так же неожиданно появилась милая улыбка. — Иногда болезнь может настигнуть очень неожиданно, знаешь ли. — белый павлин вновь нахмурился и покачал головой.

— Я не из стекла. — резко ответил Шень.

— Я знаю. — без колебаний парировал Тай Лунг. — Ты уже сам раздал адреса и билеты, чтобы они не пропали зря.

— ... — Шень замолчал опустив взгляд. — Только после того, как ты настоял... — он проговорил, когда лёгкий румянец покрыл его щёки.

— Всё равно. Ничего страшного не произошло, ты просто заболел. — снежный барс продолжил своё убеждение. — Это просто маленькая неожиданность, всё в порядке. Почему ты так волнуешься?

— Ну, знаешь ли-! — Сан Ю повысил голос, чтобы возразить. Но в его глазах резко промелькнуло.. Воспоминание.

Белый павлин закрыл глаза, сделав глубокий вдох и выдох. Открыв их, он опустил взгляд с виноватым выражением лица.

— Я просто хотел провести время вместе...

— Но мы и так вместе.. — озадачено пробормотал Тай Лунг.

— Не так! — он подпрыгнул, когда Сан Ю снова повысил голос. — Это должно быть романтическое свидание! С ужином при свечах, кино, парком! — он возмущённо перечислял всё, что они должны сделать сегодня, но по понятным причинам, не сделали.

Снежный барс тоже нахмурился. Его ушки опустились в недоумении и в смятении.

— Мы можем посмотреть кино тут. — он продолжал настаивать на своём, откровенно не понимая гнева и беспокойства своего партнёра. — И мультиварка хорошо работает, я могу что-то приготовить из рецептов мистера Пинга и Ли Шаня или можно заказать еду..

— Это другое!

— Да почему?! Нет, лучше скажи мне, почему ты вообще так волнуешься!

— Потому что я всё испортил! — белый павлин отчаянно крикнул, вновь погрузив комнату в молчание.

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— ... Ты опять пропустил сеанс с психотерапевтом ряди встречи с той козой? — вопрос Тай Лунга прервал молчание в сопровождении с усталым стоном.

— ... Возможно... — неловко ответил Сан Ю, отводя взгляд, заслужив ещё один усталый, но теперь раздражённый стон..

✧༺♥༻✧

Как говорилось в одной песне: обиды будут не долгими, драки влюблённых кончаются милыми вечерами, хорошим фильмом, кучей вкусняшек и восстановлением учёта у психотерапевта.

— Цветочек, не целуй меня, а то тоже заболеешь. — тихое влюблённое хихиканье раздалось из клюва Шеня, когда Тай Лунг целовал его в лобик на ночь.

— Я сильный, я буду в порядке, звёздочка. — снежный барс пробормотал, надув губки, когда он ложился в спальный мешок рядом с гнездом своего возлюбленного.

Сан Ю снова усмехнулся, устроившись поудобнее в своём гнезде.

Их крыло и лапы нашли друг друга в темноте, только после этого они спокойно закрыли глаза, произнеся в унисон.

— Спокойной ночи, любовь моя.~

— Спокойной ночи, моё счастье.~

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Сан Ю* — с китайского языка означает 'март'. Недавно я поняла, что Шень не имя, а фамилия, так что я сама дала ему имя. Почему март? Потому что я родилась в марте. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

С днём Святого Валентина, надеюсь, у вас всё было хорошо. Главное чувствовать любовь, а романтическая она, платоническая, семейная, к самому себе — не важно. Любовь бывает всех цветов, размеров, форм, так что самое главное в этот праздник: просто почувствуете себя любимыми.

1 panel: Ha.. Ha..

2 panel: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

3 panel: Oh my god..

4 panel: Ok, I'm sorry, let's try again

Me

Lord Shen laughs at Po's apparent incompetence.

Storyboard from Kung Fu Panda 2: The Animator's Corner. I love the way JYN draws Lord Shen, who looks a looot fluffier than normal o.o

Как выглядит призыв духа:

Тай Лунга:

Впервые: Чувство благовения и благодарности. Немного гордости и гордыни, так как других не вызывают.

Спустя продолжительное время: "Я могу хотя бы посрать нормально. ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, БЛ-"

Сильно бесится и заебался. Не устал, потому что он, типа.. Мёртв. По крайней мере в первую очередь мёртв, поэтому он не испытывает усталости. Только желание нечаянно сломать систему, что призывает его.

Иногда задерживается, но максимум на 1-5 минут, так как его немножко мучает совесть и чувство ответственности.

Спустя более продолжительное время: "Мастер Тай Лунг, призыв вас из Царства Смертных был уже 37 минут назад почему вы..." "Я никуда не пойду без своих стрелок." "Но..." "Я никуда НЕ пойду без своих стрелок." "Мастер Тай Лунг..." "Иди подтрогай траву или поешь пельменей, пока я не выкинул тебя обратно, откуда ты припёрся."

Привык и теперь спокойно задерживается прежде, чем уйти на призыв. Стал понимать, когда призыв действительно важен или нужен или сделан просто так.

Шень:

Впервые: Шок. Лютый ахуй. Вообще не понимает что происходит, где он и его любимая чашка чая.

Спустя продолжительное время: держится за ближайшую поверхность и гневно орёт: "Я ПРОСТО ХОЧУ БЫТЬ СЧАСТЛИВЫМ! ИДИТЕ НА-"

Активно сопротивляется, но всё равно приходится уйти на призыв. В итоге мучает всех своим bitch personality, потому что, ну, почему он один должен страдать?

Спустя более продолжительное время: Примерно такое же поведение как у Тай Лунга, но только он сразу же переключает своё внимание на своих любимых besties и теперь мир получает ту самую крутую lesbian aunt, с одним отличием, что это гей дядя, но кого это волнует.

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

. . .

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

Headcannons about @thebackupdetectives (or is @skullse-mi more correct?)

They will be about their daily life, work, childhood, etc.

I'll try to write Donald straight, but I don't promise anything, so I'm sorry

(I'm serious, even though I like Minnie and Mickey, Oswald and Ortensia and Goofy and Clarabel, I won't be able to love Donsy.

I repent and apologize.)

Okay, let's go!

Warning! Long post

Handwriting and art

Mickey has a wonderful imagination (especially as a child) and a beautiful handwriting. He was often praised for his drawings and writings

Goofy adds funny references to his work

Oswald draws beautifully, but his handwriting is terrible

Donald draws terribly (it takes him an hour or more to draw a circle without a compass). But he has a beautiful and understandable handwriting

Mickey and Goofy like to sit and talk about their drawings (this is a very cute and funny activity)

Donald and Oswald like to work as a couple, because they complement their shortcomings. Donald loves Oswald's unusual and terribly funny handwriting, and Oswald loves to draw on Donald's doodles. They do a great job with art projects

(They like black humor more to add it somewhere, and they have a pretty poor imagination)

Dances and music

Mickey loves to dance. His movements may be awkward and clumsy, but it still looks cute and he's having fun. His favorite music is classical and pop

Goofy prefers the usual silly moves that amuse him and others, but you'd better leave the dance floor, because the disco king is coming! His favorite music is disco and retro

Oswald doesn't like to dance. He would rather just stand, shake his head and stamp his foot, but not dance. His favorite music is house

Donald LOVES to dance. He knows how to dance a lot, starting with ballet and pair dancing (he taught them since childhood with his grandmother) and ending with samba and cha-cha-cha

Conflicts

Mickey tries to avoid conflicts

Goofy will not realize until the last that he has problems

At the beginning of the conflict, Oswald will strike as a warning

Donald has two fortunes : 1. tries to avoid conflict.; 2. "Donald! Why did you hit him?! He's bleeding now!" "Yes"

"Why did you become a detective?"

Mickey has dreamed of becoming a detective since childhood

Oswald knows that Mickey will run into trouble, so he went after him (or we can suggest that Oswald had a daughter, but that would be too sad)

Goofy wanted to find out what happened to his wife and Max's mother (she disappeared under mysterious circumstances)

Donald's twin sister died in a plane crash and her husband disappeared. He is sure that this is not an accident and intends to find out the truth about his sister

Wow, honestly, I thought the post would be longer, but I think it's even better

It may be updated

Thank you for your attention!

(^з^)-☆Chu!!

The Lesbians✨

I like so much this screenshot of Donald and Daisy as mermaids 😭😭 !!!

Чтож... Это довольно странно.

Хотя это день с самого начала был странным.

Сначала, ночью, ему не снились кошмары! Не про ту ужасную ночь с геноцидом, не про прошлое с его родителями, не про те дни в бегах.. Это был... Обычный, даже приятный сон. Но самое главное, он выспался.

Потом, на работе ему приходили мастера Яростной Пятёрки.. Типа... Серьёзно? Разве у них нет своего собственного лекаря?

Ну, в любом случае, всё равно всё прошло хорошо.. Странно-приятно-хорошо.

И теперь, он здесь, с голым верхом, пока его муж уткнулся в его грудь..

— Тай Лунг? — на выдохе спросил Шень, пытаясь преодолеть своё смущение в голосе.

— Мммррр? — раздалось приглушённое мурлыканье Тай Лунга, не предпринимая никаких попыток оторвать своё лицо от пернатой груди Сан Ю.

Шень тихо усмехнулся, чувствуя как любовь греет его сердце. Но любовь любовью, белому павлину всё равно неловко.

— Моя любовь, убери своё лицо с моей груди, пожалуйста. — он положил свои крылья на плечи барса, слегка надавив. — Мне неловко..

В ответ раздалось тихое ворчание.

— Неееееет... — Тай Лунг обнял своими лапами за талию своего мужа, прижимая ближе к себе. — Ты слишком мягкий, чтобы отпустить...

Ох лорды... Почему его так сложно переубедить?..

По своей сути, нет ничего плохого в этом.. положении... Просто... Разве не должно быть наоборт?..

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Какой милипиздричий oneshot получился..

Ну, не особо расстроенна (я же не гитара), я всё равно хотела потестировать клавиратуру для планшета.

Мне зашло.

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.

Every time you're lonely, I'll always be there for you.

Donald fails again on Valentine's Day with Daisy. At the moment of his weakness, when hope has left his body, leaving everything to despair, there is someone who can support him.

Relationship: DonPete (Donald Duck × Pete)

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Valentine's Day is one of the many holidays that Donald practically hated because of his girlfriend. More precisely, an ex-girlfriend.

On this day, he just needed to book a table at the most expensive restaurant, buy 101 damn roses, a fucking lot of chocolate and not be Donald.

But Donald just doesn't have enough money, unlike his temperament. So he tried to improvise, to show his love in a different way, so that Daisy would understand that he loved her, even though he was penniless.

But everything was always "wrong."

No matter what he do he still got the same thing.

He had a picnic at sunset, with tea and snacks!

"Are you serious, Donald? It's such a cliche!"

He made a romantic candlelit dinner!

"It would be much tastier in a restaurant, you know.."

He gave a cute bouquet of different flowers!

Well... He was just beaten with this bouquet.

And so it is every Valentine's day.

...

But today everything should be different!

After the boys appeared in his life, Daisy stopped being so demanding and all the Lovers' days passed quite peacefully!

Except for Gladstone..

Donald genuinely didn't understand why this damn gander kept trying to steal his girlfriend. Start your own personal life, you idiot!

Anyway, this Valentine's Day should be wonderful!

He, Mickey and Minnie were going to the amusement park, even Goofy and Clarabel were going to join!

And then, he wanted to take Daisy on a picnic (you can't blame Donald for not having money and new ideas) and talk to her about the wedding! Yes, to talk. He can't afford a wedding right now, but instead of a ring, he sewed her a pretty beaded bracelet with her name on it.

Everything should be fine!

.. He hoped so much...

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Everything went wrong.

Mortimer, Horace and Gladstone joined their group date.

They calmly pulled the blanket over themselves as if it was their date!

He was hurt many times. And apparently Daisy was enjoying it (Minnie didn't look like that, she was trying to get rid of Mortimer too).

And if Donald's luck is usually terrible, then with Gladstone it becomes catastrophic.

At least Goofy and Clarabel were enjoying themselves. Horace, on the contrary, even tried to make their time even more romantic.

But Donald was not discouraged! He still had his basket of sweets and he was sure that it would be enough for Daisy to pay attention to him.

But, apparently, stubbornness, love and faith in his partner were not enough.. Especially when that same partner doesn't love you himself.

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

— Leave us alone, Donald. — Daisy looked at the duck with disgust in half a turn of her head. — We have a date.

These words shocked Donald. Daisy was hugging Gladstone's arm and didn't even bother to turn to him.

— B.. B.. B-but Daisy! — he stuttered, completely confused and uncomprehending. — A picnic! — he picked up and opened the basket to at least persuade the departing girl, but instead of all the goodies that he cooked with all his love, they turned... into the porridge...

Daisy chuckled smugly.

— Come on, Gladstone. — she turned away from the duck in the sailor suit and led her new partner away from her ex.

Gladstone was smiling tightly, trying not to look back at his cousin. He won again, but was it worth it?

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

— What a nice day. — Pete exhaled the phrase along with the smoke.

He was always surprised that Valentine's Day was going pretty well for him.He used to spend it courting or dating some girl. But Mini is dating Mickey and Pete thought that already at his age it would be too stupid to try; and his exes got together and were somewhere in France instead with children.

But even so, he was not discouraged. When he didn't have a partner, Pete just either relaxed at home with a TV and love programs, or walked all day and enjoyed the atmosphere of love.

... Or spoil the day for all lovers, according to the mood.

However, there was a time when he could not do either the first or the second.

In the Navy.

— Heh. — Pete grinned, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He spent Valentine's days with... Donald.

They hung out with each other and shared letters from their loved ones. Back then, Pete felt love even in such a cruel time of his life.

"Speaking of Donald.." — Pete finished his cigarette. — "Isn't he there?" — He threw the bull in the trash.

Pete cautiously approached the duck, which was curled up in a ball.

"Am I at a bad time?" — It was... It's unusual to see Donald in such a state.

Donald was sitting on a bench, hugging his knees with his hands and hiding his face in them. And... he was crying.

Of course, it was very easy to make him angry, but to make him cry? It really needs to be done, I mean REALLY try.

Pete carefully put away the picnic basket and sat down next to the crying Donald (he still couldn't believe that the sailor was in such a state)

Donald stopped crying. He just froze when he felt someone sitting next to him.

— Come on, Don-Don. — He spoke with surprising gentleness in his voice. — I'm here. — That's not what Pete wanted to say.

But Donald snuggled up to him anyway and hid his face in his shirt, so it's okay.

— Just let it all out, I'm not going anywhere. — Pete patted Donald lightly on the back, opening the basket with his other hand.

And Donald let all out.

He released everything that had accumulated over a long time, no longer caring that anyone would hear him crying. Pete was there and that was more than enough.

Gradually, he calmed down, until eventually he just sobbed softly, still hiding his face.

— Just let me guess. — Pete began tapping the duck lightly with his fingers, causing the latter to tickle slightly. — Another bad date with Daisy?

— Mhhm.. — Donald grunted in agreement and rested his head on Pete. — She didn't like my food..

— This food? — He looked up and noticed that Pete had been eating food from his basket all this time!

— Hey, what the hell?! — Donald stood up and glared at him. — Have you been eating all this time?!

— Well, yeah. — Pete shrugged and answered calmly. — Do you think I should just sit and listen to your tears while I can at least eat?

Donald looked indignantly at Pete, angrily opening and closing his beak, but not finding anything to say, he just plopped back down with folded arms.

— Is it at least delicious?

— Very.

They sat in silence for a while while Donald muttered to himself. Suddenly, he realized the last two phrases.

— Really? — He looked at the calmly chewing cat in surprise.

— Yeah. — Pete nodded.

— Even though it is... it look a little shitty?

— Even so.

— Wow.

— Why are you so surprised? Have you ever been told that you cook delicious?

— No.

— No? — Pete's eyebrows went up in surprise. — Show me these idiots.

In response, Donald just laughed and punched him lightly in the stomach.

— Will you? — After his "Ouch," Pete offered Donald's basket.

— Why not? — he's shrugged his shoulders.

It was the last Valentine's Day, which was terrible and which he spent with Daisy. And the first one with Pete.

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