Okey, Guys

*cries* I just want donald duck to be happy

Я люблю тебя.

Я люблю тебя.

Я люблю тебя.

Тай Лунгу казалось, что он никогда не прекратить любить и обожать эти три слова. И неважно, кто кому их говорит: он ему или ему он.

Шень... Один из самых прекрасных людей, которых Тай Лунг видел. И не только из-за внешности. Он умён и силён, превращая каждую возможность в своё преимущество. Ошибку в урок, слабость в силу.. Ненависть в любовь.

Хотя, тут скорее всего из общая заслуга. Они нашли в друг друге утешение, помощь и всё то, что они никогда не могли получить от кого-то другого, кто им был близок. Медленно, пересекая их границы и ведя их к прекрасному розовому закату.

— Ты отвлекаешься. — голос его любимого неожиданно вернул Тай Лунга из раздумий. Он удивлённо моргнул и неловко улыбнулся.

Ах да, как он мог забыться? Прямо сейчас они медленно танцевали на одном из многочисленных кусков земли в Мире Духов, который был самым отдалённым и самым романтичным, по их мнению.

Несмотря на то, что стиль борьбы Шеня напоминал танец, для Тай Лунга всё равно было неожиданностью, что его возлюбленный любит музыку и танцы. Поэтому, было решено, что теперь их свидания будут не только проходить в каких-то вечных закусочных или ресторанах, а здесь, далеко-далеко от посторонних глаз, где свидетелем их любви был только само пространство Мира Духов..

— Прости, цветочек... Хочешь начать заново? — снежный барс снова покрепче взял за плечо Шеня и сжал крыло белого павлина.

Шень тихо засмеялся и покачал головой.

— Ох, не волнуйся, этого не нужно. — он нежно вынул крыло из лапы Тай Лунга и положил её на талию к другому крылу.

Новый ветерок нежно поигрался с краями фиолетовой мантии Шеня, заставляя рисунки из белой нитки практически танцевать.

Тай Лунг закрыл глаза, позволив мгновеннию прохладного воздуха расслабить его. Всегда было странно чувствовать себя живым... Когда ты мёртв.

— Ты уверен? — он снова открыл глаза и в ответ положил две лапы на плечи Шеня.

Белый павлин кивнул, с удивительным для павлина в целом, мелодичным мычанием, пока он убирал розовые лепестки с персикового дерева с белой мантии Тай Лунга. Точнее, белым были только его края, сама мантия казалось была соткана из серебра из-за её серого цвета.

— Да, уверен. — Шеня поднял глаза, чтобы встретиться взглядом со взглядом с Тай Лунгом. — Я хочу насладиться моментом, но это не означает, что этот момент должен быть танцем.

Встревоженное выражение лица Тай Лунга медленно расслабилось и его губы расплылись в широкой улыбке. Он обнял своего возлюбленного за плечи и они прижались к друг другу в медленном покачивании, который было сложно назвать танцем.

Медленно и незаметно для них, пространство стало медленно окрашиваться в фиолетовые и розовые цвета.

Да, незаметно... Для них всё бесследно исчезло, кроме них самих и музыки где-то в далеке. Их дыхания объединились, а сердца забились в один единый ритм.

Вот они... Только они и никто больше.

Тай Лунг и Шень медленно отстранились друг от друга, но не отпустили, их лапы и крылья остались на месте. Они смотрели друг другу в глаза, в своих мыслях задаваясь вопросом: неужели, чтобы найти какого-то настолько прекрасного, им нужно было отдать свои жизни?

И ответ был очевиден: "да". Как и их поцелуй, который был самым нежным и прекрасным моментом, как и все остальные предыдущие и будущие.

Поцелуй длился несколько восхитительных мгновений, прежде, чем наконец-то прекратиться. Они прижались лбами к друг другу и на совместном выдохе сказали в один тихий шёпот:

— Я люблю тебя, цветочек...

— Я люблю тебя, мой воин...

Этот милый и тихий момент длился бы ещё дольше, пока они не услышали чей-то голос..

— Ааааав... — они вздрогнули и быстро оглянулись. И...

— Какого хуя?... — они были не в Мире Духов, а в Нефритовом Дворце.. Окружённые пандой и его друзьями..

Donald's Funny Names that I Accidentally Wrote:

Fonalf

Donalf

Dond

Fonf

Donf

This damn Halloween and a lovely seamstress

— Pointless and annoying. — Scrooge stated it bluntly.

He was driving to work in his limo, arms crossed over his chest and looking out the window with disdain.

— Sir, please.. — Quackmore sighed with tired exasperation.

— Just another way to make money for me, I don't see any reason to enjoy this day anymore.. night.. bah! — Scrooge threw up his hands and at that moment they arrived at bin.

Quackmore rolled his eyes up at them as they climbed. He didn't understand why he didn't like this holiday?

He hoped that at least Donald could improve his uncle's mood.

— Hi, unca Scrooge! — But his hopes were dashed when he saw Donald hanging a black garland with pumpkins on the walls.

"Well, what else should I have expected?" — Quackmore knew that Donald was a family man and it was foolish to assume that he would miss such a holiday. So he turned around and went to do his business outside the office, where there might be a fight.

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— Don't you want to celebrate Halloween too, Uncle Scrooge? — there was a woman's scream and a loud crunch on the TV.

— Too? — Scrooge put his hand on the arm of the sofa and propped his head on it and looked at the boys sitting on the floor with an eyebrow raised.

— Yeah, we don't want to celebrate it either. — Dewey lay with his head on his crossed arms.

— Yeah, that's childish. — Huey leaned on the sofa.

— And we are not children — Louie was sitting on a pillow.

Scrooge chuckled to himself.

— What a good reason. — he looked up at the TV again. — Did you find that photo?

— YES!!! — all the triplets jumped up and one of the boys took out 'that photo'.

It was their first Halloween as a real family.

There were the newly hatched boys on it, Donald and himself.

Donald was dressed like a queen bee. The black and yellow dress, like an inverted flower bud, sat perfectly on him and created a truly royal look. And the same black and yellow makeup made him look more like a princess. And as an addition, Donald wore a homemade crown and black shoes.

They held the triplets in their arms in turn.

Donald held Louie, in a comfortable caterpillar suit, in his right hand. Huey, in a bee costume, was holding Scrooge himself in his left hand. And Dewey, in a butterfly costume, was sitting on both of his uncles' arms.

And Scrooge...

(Scrooge frowned in embarrassment when he saw himself)

Scrooge was dressed in a green suit, with a floral headband on his head and his sideburns were tied with the same floral elastic bands.

In principle, this photo would never have existed if Ludwig had not then come with Matilda to see the boys.

Matilda laughed non-stop, even when she calmed down, she continued to giggle. Ludwig's reaction didn't help; he was touched by them and said they were the cutest flower garden he had ever seen.

— Have you even seen this photo, Unca Scrooge? — Dewey turned the photo toward him and glared at it with disgust on his face.

— I hate this. — Louie crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

— Who sewed our costumes at all? They're disgusting! — As soon as Huey finished speaking, something broke and all four of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound.

It was a bowl, which now lay in fragments on the floor along with sweets.

But the one who broke it.. There was Donald.

He stood motionless, in the position when he held the bowl. His eyes were wide open and was on the verge of tears.

— Terrible?... — his voice was low because of a whisper and watery because of unshed tears.

Scrooge jumped up from the sofa and walked over to him, stepping over the shards.

— Donny, nephew! You're just in time, we found our old photo by the way! — he pulled Donald by the shoulders and showed him the photo. — Aren't we cute, mm?

— But... But the boys.. — Donald looked at his children again. They only lowered their heads in shame when they noticed their uncle's tears.

— They were joking! Yes, boys? — Scrooge hugged his nephew again.

— Of course! — the children immediately ran up to them, avoiding the shards. — We're just kidding!

— Y.. Yes?.. — they nodded their heads furiously — And you.. Don't you think I'm a bad seamstress?

— Of course not! — Scrooge intervened again. — You're a great seamstress, man! To be honest, this Halloween I wanted you to sew us costumes again!

— Really? — his voice gained hope.

— Yeah!

Donald 's face brightened.

He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked at his uncle again.

— Well, you're in luck. — Scrooge and the boys looked at him questioningly. — I have something for you in the attic.

— ?

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— You look good, cousin. — Gladstone in a sorcerer's costume, praised Fethry.

— Hehe, I know! — Fetri was giggling and waving his vampire cloak.

— Have you boys seen Scrooge, Donald and the kids? I thought they were going to collect sweets with us. — Grandma Duck in a stuffed suit, came out with a basket for sweets. She came because she couldn't convince Gus to go with them.

— I think soon. — As soon as Gladstone finished, they heard someone coming. — See?

— Hey, are you all ready for a night of "Trick or treat"? — It was Donald's voice.

— Of course, we are! — grandma turned in his direction, but suddenly her eyes widened in surprise. She covered her beak with her hand to stifle laughter.

The cutest she'd ever seen was their first Halloween.

They were wearing the same theme again!

The boys came forward, embarrassed.

Dewey in a mermaid costume awkwardly washed his hand. His skirt was blue, which was decorated with red and yellow beads, especially a lot of it was on the hem. A T-shirt of a delicate sea-green color with drawings of shells. And cute makeup, with purple shadows and a light blue blush.

Louie stood in the middle of his brothers, his hands just as awkwardly hidden behind his back in his mermaid costume. He also had a floor-length skirt, but already green in color and the beads were pink and purple. T-shirt of soft turquoise color and with a pattern of starfish. And also light makeup with pink shadows and a light green blush.

And Huey, in a pirate costume, looked more confident than his brothers, but still awkward. He was wearing a black and white striped T-shirt with a burgundy sweatshirt on it and brown and red shorts. On one of his legs was a long brown knee-length sock with patterned lines to show that it was a wooden leg and a red and maroon bandana with white patterns. And like a true pirate, Huey held a sword.

Behind, but not too far away, were Donald and Scrooge. The last one, who was also dressed as a pirate!

Scrooge was wearing a white and black T-shirt and a deep red long jacket, brick-colored pants. On his head was a black pirate hat with a white skull and feather, and a black patch over one eye. However, he didn't have a sword or an ordinary cane, he was holding a candy basket.

So he held Donald's hand.

Donald himself was in a chest suit, although, without all the context, his costume looked more like a princess or something like that.

He was wearing a short brown dress, with the same short sleeves, while the rest was golden, or more precisely yellow, in color. The golden part of the skirt was also floor-length, but decorated with white, red, green and blue beads. The golden part of the sleeves was covered with glitter. And makeup with golden shadows and arrows on the eyes.

— You look... great together — Elvira could not hide her smile of emotion.

— Thank you, I tried! — Donald smiled proudly.

— Oh, yeah? — Gladstone decided not to say the joke that came into his head.

— You're all so cute! All the candies will be yours! — Fethry was still waving his cloak.

— Aww, thanks.

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— Trick or treat! — the children crowded around the door and pulled out their candy bags.

— What wonderful costumes! Keep your treats, darlings! — an elderly woman took sweets from a bowl and poured each child.

— Thanks! Happy Halloween! — the children fled to their parents and to other homes.

— Unca Donald, look! — Donald turned around and slightly bent down to the boys running up to him.

They all showed and showed off their sweets again.

— You'll run up to me after every house, won't you? — After the praise, he asked this question with a smile.

— Yes! — in response, the boys mockingly showed him their tongues.

Although it was awkward for them to walk like this at first, after a couple of houses they immediately got used to their costumes and calmly ran and had fun.

Donald had to hold Scrooge's hand because his cane didn't fit the suit (which was nonsense, the cane fit the suit), but he didn't complain much.

— After all, your suit suits you. — suddenly Scrooge said and Donald took a look away from the children.

— What?

— He suits you. Your suit. — he spoke calmly while eating his candy.

— Why did you say that all of a sudden? — A smile and a slight blush played on Donald's beak.

— Well.. — Scrooge hesitated a little. — You also make us happy. — he looked at his nephew and smiled. — And you're just as handsome.

Donald giggled.

— You want to go get some more candy, don't you? — Scrooge twitched.

— Yes, but! — he indignantly at the words — I'm trying to be nice, damn it! — he was outraged by this accusation, albeit true.

This time Donald laughed.

— Yeah, yeah.. — he wiped away a tear from laughing and leaned over to his uncle — Thank you.. — and kissed him on the cheek.

Scrooge froze for a moment, but still smiled.

— Happy Halloween, nephew.

— Happy Halloween, unckie.

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Happy Halloween!

We can't help it if it's soft.

Pete woke up unexpectedly and uncomfortably early. But more frustratingly, he woke up from a nightmare.

He was breathing heavily, staring into space, while drops of sweat and rare tears flowed down his face and dripped from the selection. The screams from his dream could still be heard in his ears.

*— Peter!*

*— Everything will be okay!*

*— Go without me!*

*— I know, you can do it!*

*— I love you!*

Pete took a shaky breath, feeling a storm of goosebumps that ran down his back. Both then and now, these words had and will have their own special effect.

He rubbed his hand wearily over his face and looked at the other side of the bed.

— Thanks, God... — he muttered when he saw the one who had said all these words to him. Donald Duck.

Donald was sleeping peacefully, muttering softly in his sleep. It was so rare to see him in such a peaceful state that it was almost impossible.

Pete sighed and got back into bed, pulling his lover closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of duck. The scent of mango and kiwi filled his lungs as a thought flashed through his mind.

"He never liked pungent smells.." — no matter how expensive the perfume or the person who gave it to him, Donald will still throw away the bottle of cologne if it is too harsh. Instead, he will buy some kind of "feminine" or light perfume with the smell of fruits or berries.

Pete always liked to tease the sea duck about this, although subconsciously he always calmed down by inhaling exactly what Donald chose.

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— You know, if you need to talk about your nightmares, then just say it. — Donald calmly applied his makeup without looking up from the mirror.

Today, as luck would have it, I received a letter from the boss with a new task. They would have refused, but the amount for the fulfillment was too tempting to refuse.

Pete shook his head, tightening his tie.

— I'll be fine. — He felt his partner's gaze as Donald looked at him through the mirror. — I just... — sighed nervously, choosing which jewelry with a transformation stone to take — I'll tell you when we get back... Ok?

Donald rolled his eyes as he combed his wig.

— I took you at your word. — he answered rather sternly as he put on and adjusted his wig.

The final touch, without which Donald did not consider his image complete: a couple of puffs of perfume.

After taking a second glance at the mirror to admire himself, he finally headed for the exit.

Pete was already waiting for him at the door, but before they left, he stopped the duck by putting his hand on his shoulder.

Donald raised one eyebrow, but did not have time to say anything, as his partner suddenly buried his nose in his wig, inhaling the scent of perfume. He stared at Pete in surprise as the cat's face slowly turned red.

— Oh.. My~ — Donald giggled and took the cat's hand, lifting his glove a little. — I love you too. — He kissed the back of Pete's hand and returned the glove to its original position.

Without further ado, they laced their fingers and walked confidently to the street, where a car was waiting for them, ready to send them on a mission.

hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Definitely no one:

I'm writing a new fanfiction about Scrooge's tsundere and his beloved nephew Donald:

Is there any good Tai Lung x Lord Shen fanfic or

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONALD & DELLA DUCKS!!

Pete: Hey, Donald?

Donald: M? Yeah, mein Dieb? Something happened?

Pete: *he puts pancakes on the table with the inscription "Happy Birthday" with maple syrup and Donald's favorite coffee with a pattern on the foam in the form of the inscription "Mi amor"*

Donald: Awww!! You're such a romantic!

Pete: *Blushes and lets Donald kiss him on the cheek*

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Penumbra: Hey, Del?

Della: Yes, love?

Penumbra: *gives a homemade little airplane in the form of a duck made of gold*

Della: *a surprised sigh*

Della: *jumps on Penumbra and kisses her face and neck*

Della: I LOVE YOU, SO MUCH!!

Penumbra: I love you too...

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Love you, my lesbians, gays, bi's, pans, asexuals and others 💕