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My life would be so much better if Donald Duck was here to comfort me

Fanfic for my birthday!

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Pete liked to look at Donald.

He remembered it from his childhood.

He liked watching the yellow duckling enthusiastically quacking something, showing how to assemble various incomprehensible shit from cubes or some kind of figures.

He liked watching the duckling in the sailor suit smile cheerfully while they both played with the boats.

He liked watching a teenage grunge duck practice guitar, and when nothing worked out, he threw it aside, taking out his notebook to write or draw something.

He liked watching his comrade and the soldier smile brightly, tenderly quacking such kind words that saved him in any terrible situation... Even when the cat lost his leg..

And, in secret... Pete liked listening to Donald.

Listen to his voice, hear his words.. It wasn't just pleasant. It was fucking amazing.

Pete liked to look at Donald. And he likes to look at Donald.

— Pete? — Just like now. — How do I look?

Pete broke away from his thoughts, stopped staring at one point, and looked at Donald.

Donald was standing in front of the mirror, getting into some poses, examining his naked reflection, and trying to figure out if this bra was suitable for him.

A pale orange bra with white stripes and a bow between her breasts was sitting, Pete was ready to give his other leg, it was just fucking perfect on Donald. Especially the way the lace clung to the duck's feathers in the light of that damn old apartment (which they rent as a headquarters to receive orders for espionage missions without the risk of someone else reading them).

— Well? Why are you silent? — Donald wanted to turn to Pete, but he was stopped by two big hands on his shoulders. And the answer to the question was a kiss on his neck.

— You're fucking gorgeous. — Pete whispered into the duck's feathers, licking the spot where he had previously left his kiss.

Pete likes, loves, adores looking at Donald. Listen and hear. Feel him.

He doesn't know if he ever loved him before or when it started.

He knew he loved Peg, but they got divorced. He knew that he loved Trudy, but they broke up.

But does Pete love Donald right now? Yes. More life.

But will this love last until the grave? Or will they break up again sometime and remain friends-enemies, as they were before?

Pete doesn't know and doesn't care.

Right now, the most important thing is that they sleep together, hugging each other. And knowing full well that tomorrow there will definitely be a new adventure, a new danger, and they will definitely be together.

｡.｡:∞♡*♥Happe (late) Valentine's Day!♥*♡∞:｡.｡

— Where is he? — A grunt resembling the soft roar of a tiger was heard.

Pete, the source of the sound, was standing at the entrance to the embankment, tapping his foot nervously. However, despite the malicious tone in which he uttered these words, Pete's face reflects other feelings. Something between nervousness and... panic.

In fact, the answer to your possible questions is obvious if you pay attention to the surroundings around you and the date on the calendar.

Valentine's Day.

And Pete has a date tonight.

But unfortunately, his valentine is late, which is very unnerving, annoying and scaring the cat.

He's wearing his best suit! White trousers and a jacket with a purple shirt are classics! He bought flowers and doesn't even smoke now, so as not to spoil the date with the stink of tobacco! SO WHY-

— Hey, Pete! — Pete's monologue was interrupted by the sound of a familiar quacking voice. — Sorry! I'm late. — his date.

Pete instantly turned to sound source and give his best smile.

— It's okay. Just next time... — but his words stuck in his throat as soon as he saw what he was wearing.

As you may have guessed, Pete's date is Donald Duck. He's wearing a purple shirt, fully buttoned up to his cheek, but beyond that... He's wearing a skirt! Black fitted knee-length skirt and shoes with a strap on the palm.

Pete's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes widened, and his face turned bright red.

— I'll be damned... — he muttered without taking his shocked gaze off Donald.

Don giggled sheepishly, feeling awkward under the scrutiny of his date. His cheeks turned red and he looked away, removing his hands from behind his back.. along with the flowers?!

Pete blinked rapidly, coming to his senses, when a bouquet of bluebells, red carnations and white clover appeared in front of his face, surprisingly beautifully and harmoniously combined.

— For... For me?! — He pointed at himself uncertainly with his finger and his face turned redder when the duck in front of him nodded, still daring to look at him again.

The big cat felt his heart start beating faster. He cleared his throat and also took his hands off my back, also handing the bouquet to his new boyfriend.

Donald's eyes also widened in shock at the sight of roses, lavandas, and dandelions wrapped in newspaper, looking like a bouquet picked by a child.

Pete and Don exchanged bouquets in silence, quietly examining them.

— I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'll be damned. — A quiet grin escaped from the throat of the black cat, on whose lips played a warm and gentle smile. — You weren't lying when you said you worked as a florist. It's pretty... — He stopped talking when he turned and saw Donald's face.. — H-he-hey! What's wrong, duckie? — Pete nervously approached Donald, gently placing his hand on his shoulder, anxiously wondering what he had done wrong again.

But all his worries quickly disappeared, as did the kiss that Donald gave him.

— I'm fine, don't worry. — He said softly, comfortingly stroking the cat's cheek. — Just... — Duck paused, looking down, but then quickly looked up with a smile. — No one has ever given me flowers! — he laughed a little, then gave Pete a sincere and noble look. — Thank you. Really.

Pete stared blankly at Donald, barely able to process his words and the sudden kiss. He coughed into his fist before looking away in embarrassment, rubbing his neck.

— N-no prob, Don! — he laughed nervously and stupidly, eliciting a cheerful smile from his partner.

Gradually, the big cat's laughter subsided, and his gaze became more sincere.

— You know... — He began slowly, while his eyes were directed at the flowers, as if there was something interesting in them. — No one has ever given me flowers either.. — Pete chuckled slightly, shifting his gaze to Don, looking at him with sincerity and love. — Thank you too.

Pete and Donald just stared at each other for a while, like two lovesick teenage goofs who are on a date for the first time.

As a result, they silently took each other by the hand and headed to the embankment, thinking among themselves what would happen next, clutching the bouquets presented by their lovers...~

Donald: It's bitch time.

Pete: ...

Pete: Maybe beach time?

Donald in a short purple dress with a cutout on the chest and black glasses: No. Bitch.

Pete, blushing: Oh, shit.

Okey, guys

I have question:

Who is Dolor?? lol, like, I tried to find out (i'm reading Paperinik's comics now) but I still didn't understand who he was?

can you answer, please? :_)

Sorry guys, but I think I'll skip day 2 and day 3.

I don't really understand what I can write ಥ_ಥ

I started writing fan fiction, where I plan several chapters, and only now realized how scary it really is and what a really expensive treasure I have in my hands... One wrong move from me and everything will be terrible... I hope I won't disappoint anyone.

What's up?

Any Disney duck enjoyers around here...?

ⓘ This user is tired.

Phantom Blot: Your last word?

Mickey: *deep breath to say something cool*

Donald: I'M GAY.

Pete, peeking out from behind the Phantom Blot: Oh, shit! Me too!

Donald and Pete: *kissing*

Phantom Blot and Mickey: ...

Mickey: I hate this.

Phantom Blot: Bitch, I should say that.