Donald @ Scrooge

Shen, flirting with Tai Lung in a singsong voice: Oh, Tai Lung, Tai Lung~

Shen: Tell me, tell me this terrible secret.. What does it feel like to have such magnificent beauty that destroys stars, kills worlds and conquers the hearts of the gods with one smile?~

Tai Lung: Well... I don't know...

Shen opens his beak, but Tai Lung interrupts him with a wide smile and a slightly teasing tone.

Tai Lung: I thought YOU knew, but apparently you don't have a mirror~

Shen stares blankly at Tai Lung with his beak open

Shen: *realization*

Shen, blushing deeply: Oh god, my love...

Tai Lung smiling: What?

Shen: I AM the one who has to flirt all the time!

Tai Lung: Why is this so? I think you're being very sweetly embarrassed too~

Shen: For Lords sake...

Tai Lung laughs and twirls around Shen while the peacock blushes violently and tries to hide the blush behind his wings

Gladstone holding Storkules hand: AHA! I'm so much better than you that I stole your boyfriend, stupid Don! Now I'm dating him!

Donald: He's not my boyfriend. He's an autistic demigod that I help live in the real world, and he's like a little brother to me. Just like Fethry.

Gladstone: ...

Storkules "Hi, dear Donald": ...

Gladstone blushing: I'M GOING TO DATE HIM ANYWAY, GET IT?!

Donald: Okay, blondie. Happy for both of you.

Storkules: Bye, dear Donald! We love you!

Donald: Love you too. Bye girls.

I knew it

GUYS???? THIS ISNT ON FANDOM WIKI THIS IS THE REAL WIKIPEDIA PAGE FOR PANCHITO

It's pride month and I'm announcing the start of the daily gay ducks and gay caballeros!

I start:

(Ducktales 1987)

HDLW and Scrooge watch TV:

*on a screen gay parade*

HDLW: (゜゜)

Scrooge: What?

Webby: Are you okay with gays?

Scrooge: Of course I do. It would be strange to be a homosexual and a homophobe at the same time

HDL: Are you gay?!

Scrooge: Of course! Why do you think Duckworth is always with me?

Webby: Because he loves you!?

Scrooge: Well, a marriage without love is not a marriage at all

HDL: ARE YOU MARRIED?!

Duckworth: Your snacks *kisses on the cheek* sir~

Scrooge: *giggles*

Webby: So cute!

Beakly: *she puts food on the table and gently smiles at his granddaughter*

Dewey: Oh! Now it's clear why Uncle Donald is not shy about his boyfriends!

Scrooge: Of course. I taught him never to be afraid of his love

Scrooge: *loading...*

Scrooge: DOES HE HAVE BOYFRIENDS?! *angry gay dad mode on*

BABY @luonnonvalinnat

Donald: Great, the police are here!

Pete: Well, the plan as usual is CE.

Donald: "CE"?...

Pete: Cute eyes. Look.

Chief O'Hara: Hands behind your head!!

Pete: 🥺meow...

Chief O'Hara: Awww...

Pete: Your turn, babe.

Donald: Okay, I think...?

Donald: *deep breath in*

Donald with the sweet eyes: Q-quack...

Later

Mickey on the phone: Can you believe it, the boss had a heart attack! They managed to save him, but for some reason he was smiling.. Doctors assume that it is a stroke...

Donald: Oh, it's very sad...

Pete in the background: *dying of laughter*

Why do you want to eat arts?

explain in tags if you'd like !! please do reblog if you vote to keep it going :D /nf

All I want for Christmas is you.

A little fluff for the New Year, don't blame me.

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A discreet knock on the door woke Donald up. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.

The clock on his phone said it was midnight. Who needs what at a time like this? Or was it just his imagination?

Another knock on the door refuted his thoughts.

— Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming... — Donald grunted and carefully climbed down from his hammock, buttoning the top buttons on his nightgown.

He opened the door of his room and his eyes widened, gradually waking up from sleep.

— Uncle Scrooge? — It wasn't that it was unexpected to see an old duck here, it was more than surprising. The miser practically did not appear on the boat, only to invite the sailor to dinner or an adventure or to remind him that he had to pay rent.

— Hey... Good night, lad... — Scrooge greeted awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.

Donald just stared at his uncle for a while, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the door edge, suppressing a smile. It is even more possible to see Scrooge indecisive.

— What happened, uncle Scrooge? Do you need help with... — He twirled his hand in the air, choosing his words. — something?

Scrooge cleared his throat and Donald noticed for the first time that old duck was holding a pillow and a blanket in one hand.

— Tell me, lad... Aren't you cold by any chance? — He asked carefully, clearly wanting to hint at something. Unfortunately for him, Donald prefers direct words rather than hints.

— Nah, I'm fine. I was even able to fix the "insides" of the boat, so I even get hot sometimes. — He replied casually, stubbornly ignoring his uncle's hints.

Scrooge frowned slightly and smiled wryly.

— Oh, yeah? — Scrooge grinned awkwardly as he adjusted the collar of his nightgown, since it was really warm in the houseboat, that the old duck was also a little hot in his Victorian nightgown. — Then... Aren't you scared? It's so dark in here, you know?

The answer was a slight blush on Donald's cheeks and his movement to the side, showing a small night light on the table in the sailor's room.

Scrooge hesitated even more and he asked almost stammering.

— And you're not lonely? Yes, you are nearby, but not in the same room... — He fell silent when he saw photos of all the family members on the wall of the room.

Scrooge's beak was opening and closing, trying to think of something to say, and Donald interrupted him with his laughter.

— All right, all right! — The sailor took a breath to calm down and looked at his uncle with a cheerful smile with a hint of impudence. — Uncle Scrooge, even when I was a kid, I knew when you were lying so obviously. — He rolled his eyes and snorted, twirling his hand in the air. — Just tell what you want, I want to sleep.

Scrooge's face suddenly turned very red and the old duck looked away, trying not to look not only into the eyes, but at Donald in general.

He muttered something, but Don did not hear anything.

— What you say?

Muttering again.

— I don't hear, uncle Scrooge.

Muttering.

— Wha-

— CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?! — Scrooge, tired of hinting at something, screamed sharply, startling his nephew, who jumped in fright and hit his head on the doorjamb.

Donald hissed painfully, rubbing his bruised head.

— You... Want to sleep with me? — What Donald experienced can be called a shock. Uncle Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck? Wants to sleep with him? Normally, it should be the other way around (to Donald's embarrassment).

Scrooge nodded hesitantly and coughed into his fist.

— I... I've been having nightmares lately.. — Scrooge felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him again, realizing that his words sounded like an excuse, when in fact it was true.

Donald stared at his uncle in shock for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself to recover. He grunted and stepped aside to let Scrooge pass.

— Well, I hope you'll be comfortable in the hammock and your back will be fine in the morning. — Scrooge rolled his eyes at another mention of his age, though a faint smile appeared on his beak.

— I'll be fine, don't worry about my back, thanks. — he grumbled, laying a pillow on the hammock and giving Donald a stern parental look.

Donald chuckled contentedly, amused by his uncle's grouchiness, but was interrupted by his own yawn from the next comment. The sailor snorted, realizing that the desire to sleep was stronger than the desire to make fun of Scrooge, and lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably.

Scrooge also snorted, but this time out of irritation, when Don lay down so calmly on his pillow, but decided not to arise for the sake of the safety of their sleep and just lay down on his nephew, covering them both with a blanket.

A minute later, the two ducks fell asleep, hugging each other. The warmth of each other and the gentle rocking of the hammock comforted them better than they expected.

Tai Lung and Shen: *wearing "Gay Propaganda" T-shirts*

Po and Tigress: *wearing "Protection of Gay Propaganda" T-shirts*

He's WHAT?!

Tbf, we all know the fate of Quackmore. He was beheaded by Peg Leg Pete.