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Then, welcome to my world!

Hey! I've seen your work with Pete a couple of times and I really liked it! (I mean, how can you not love this asshole?)

I wanted to ask you what you think about the DonPete ship? It's just that I've recently become very addicted to it..

Hi! Aaaaa thank you, so glad people enjoy my Pete stuff! ✨

Hmm, I gotta say I dont know much of this ship! I haven't seen any Donald x Pete stuff, so its quite a new concept for me🤔

As a thought the ship sounds intriguing! Id love to hear where this ship comes from, is there any media that sparks it? Or some headcanons for this ship? I could believe they have a funky situationship, they do banter a lot!

Sweet dream

Characters: Donald Duck, Della Duck, Hortense Duck-McDuck, Quackmore Duck

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— Della! Stop stealing my food! — Donald hissed angrily when his sister took his sandwich and quickly stuffed it into her beak.

— Della, behave yourself. We're on a picnic, not in a pigsty. — Hortense scolded her daughter menacingly, sitting surprisingly elegantly and holding her cup.

Quackmore carefully brought the kettle and poured tea for his wife. He kissed Hortense on the cheek before putting the kettle away, earning a quiet giggle from the red duck.

Donald mimicked his mother's elegant pose, also sipping tea while Della lay on her stomach sipping strawberry juice.

— Tea boy.~ — She teased her brother by straightening a golden curl from her hairstyle.

Donald swung to hit Della, but he was stopped by the stern look of his parents and instead, the sailor took an apple.

— You're 36, Donny. It's time to stop being led by other people's provocations. — Quackmore reproached his son while peeling a tangerine, putting the slices on a plate, and the peel in a bag.

Donald pouted in embarrassment and looked away.

— It's not my fault that everyone loves to piss me off so much! Let them know what will happen if they contact Donald Duck! — at the last words, the sailor proudly puffed out his chest.

Della rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she couldn't say anything because Hortense beat her to it.

— Better tell me, how are things at work? Is Scrooge still hurting you? — The red-haired duck asked worriedly.

Donald waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes in response.

— Of course, he is! Our relationship is always like this! — He chuckled and tossed a couple of chocolates into his beak.

Hortense growled angrily and shook her fists in the air.

— Arrgh! Stupid Scrooge!! Tormenting my beloved son!! — She opened a jar of jam that Quackmore couldn't open.

— Why don't you leave Scrooge, duckling? You can move into your houseboat and work for someone else, for example, Rockerdack? — Papa Duck asked affectionately, smearing bread with jam.

Donald chuckled softly and picked up an apple.

— How can I leave, Pa? I'm practically the only one who can handle Uncle Scrooge. — He took a bite of an apple and offered it to Della with a sly smile. — Plus, I love him too much to leave that damn old palooka. — The sailor laughed when he saw his sister make a face and throw an apple at him.

— It's sour, you're a problem on your feet!! — Della screamed in frustration and began to drink her strawberry juice aggressively.

Hortense and Quackmore exchanged glances after hearing Donald's last words.

Hortense was surprised and puzzled by them, and Quackmore just smiled tenderly at his wife, as if saying, "I told you so."

Their picnic continued.

Donald talked enthusiastically about the adventures he got into with his family or on his own. With parental care and love, he boasted of the boys' merits to Della. And playfully shared various embarrassing Scrooge stories with Hortense.

Suddenly a breeze blew and Quackmore gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder, looking sadly into her eyes.

— Oh... Is it time? — Hortense asked, calming down after another laugh.

Quackmore nodded and the red duckling sighed heavily.

Della got up first, brushing off the crumbs.

— Okay, Donny, we have to go. When are you leaving?

Donald sadly watched his family get up and get ready to leave. He didn't know where they were going, but he had a feeling he needed to let them go.

— I'll take a nap first before I leave. — The sailor replied, adjusting his hat so that it covered his eyes and put his hands behind his head, comfortably lying on the plaid.

Hortense giggled, secretly glad that her Donny was still so lazy and went over to him.

— I love you, Donny. Goodbye. — She whispered softly and kissed her son on the cheek.

Quackmore and Della followed her example and also kissed Donald gently on the cheek, saying goodbye to him.

— I love you all too. — The sailor muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He could hear the footsteps of the three ducks gradually receding until they disappeared completely and the space was finally filled with silence. It was so calm and peaceful that Donald didn't even want it to stop.

However, his pacification was interrupted by a strange sound. An annoying sound.

Donald tried to ignore it, but the sound was getting louder by the second and infuriating the sailor more and more.

— STOP IT ALREADY!! — He finally exploded and angrily looked around to figure out where the sound was coming from.

Donald was slowly enveloped in disappointment when he realized that he was lying in his bed in his room and the annoying sound was the sound of an alarm clock.

The sailor turned off the alarm clock with trembling hands and began trying to put two and two together to understand what had happened.

He was on a picnic with... Mom, Dad and Della...

— Of course, it was a dream... — Donald muttered to himself as he stared at his blanket.

He clutched the cloth with his trembling hands as his tears slowly fell down.

— Of course, it was a dream... — He whispered softly in his trembling voice as his eyes filled with tears more and more.

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I know this isn't the fanfiction I promised and I'm sorry, but for now, here it is.

Piranha and Shark:

Shen: Me and panda? Of course, I admit that he helped me pretty well and all that, but that doesn't make us friends! I just put up with him. Nothing special.

Po: Hey, Shen, why didn't you say you had berries? They are so delicious! Didn't want to share, huh? ~

Shen: *instantly* ARE YOU AN IDIOT OR ARE YOU?! THESE BERRIES ARE POISONOUS, I HID THEM ON PURPOSE!!

Shen: *grabs the medicine by the hand?A paw?* GET OUTSIDE QUICKLY, BEFORE YOU GET COMPLETELY POISONED.

Donald: Okay, time to work.

Next, Donald flirts with Pete all day. She pushes him against the wall, pulls him by his collar or tie, whispers all sorts of things in his ear (cute, vulgar, and both) and top him.

Donald: Okay, it's enough for today.

Pete, lying somewhere nearby with a completely red face, tattered clothes and fur, covered with kisses of purple lipstick: It was even better than fucking heaven.

Portis: So, okay... First of all: Pete, you're fucking gay, I get it, love and all, but just so you know, this is DONALD DUCK, MOTHERFUCKER. Seriously, he deserves better than that... Well, you know. You.

Pete: Yeah, like I didn't know that.

Portis: Secondly...

Pete: ...

Portis: ...

Portis: These chocolates are crap. If you want to make him a really cool bouquet of chocolate, then you need normal products. Anyway, look...

You who are tired of waiting for a new post:

I'm trying not to die from the inside, but still try to write a post and keep it in drafts

You know, I haven't read the Dime Infinity comic and I don't know if it came out at all (but I really want to, although it will be difficult for me to read it, since English is not my native language)

But I can't help but think that evil Scrooge will lose, because at one point, the Donalds will just gather and ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE will look at him with puppy eyes and he will just freeze, remember HIS Donald, cry and want everything back