Is There Any Good Tai Lung X Lord Shen Fanfic Or

Hah, he loves Donald too much to believed in that)

When did your boyfriend's uncle start supecting about your relationship:

I’m just here for dad Donald tbh

(It’s from a ducktales magazine that I own, I simply translated it…)

"I find your motivation slightly amusing"

How would the three caballeros react to realizing that they're all gay for each other? Will they be happy, have a gay panic, be gay disasters, or something else?

Is this a challenge? Because I'm going write it! >;3

You: Hey, what have you got there?

Me, holding back the flow of my thoughts about Donald×Pete: Nothing.

Donald and Fergus:

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.

reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

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.

Hey there, it's me, the same person who sent the request of Anastasia. I meant to say caballeros, because my computer was acting up.😔

It's okay, I wanted to answer you anyway 😘