Donro for the thing
flexing my donro muscles right now
1. Angst: “What purpose do I have if I’m not pleasing others?” Donald asked, as Gyro, who had also dedicated his life to making others happy, failed to come up with an answer.
2. AU: “Payment is cheap as usual,” Gyro snickered as Donald gave him the money for the scrap-heap; it was only a few days later that Gyro had sold his “friend” a fully functional freeze-ray.
3. Crack!fic: “Gyro, I killed Bumbum and I need you to invent something to help hide the body!”
4. Crossover: The last thing Gyro could remember he was diligently working on an invention as Donald vented to him about his bad luck, but now the two of them were wandering in an unfamiliar forest and making their way towards a light up ahead, no, a building, no, a hotel, which they entered with confused certainty, being greated by a “Would you like a room?”
5. First Kiss: Gyro did a double take, unsure of what just happened, but saw Donald, still incredibly cheerful; well, if Donald was happy, Gyro was too.
6. Fluff: Donald was proud of himself for getting Gyro, already passed out on the hammock, to take a long deserved break; all Donald needed to do was curl around him and fall asleep himself.
7. Humor: “Let’s just say your help was a bit… counterpro-duck-tive,” Gyro said, trying to appease Donald, who would have been much happier simply being “fired.”
8. Hurt/Comfort: Donald rubbed the back of his friend, slumped over in total despair, and said one thing: “We’ll find him, I promise.”
9. Horror: Donald let out a blood-curdling scream as he felt what could only be described as his skin being pulled in every direction, which was not made any better by Gyro grabbing ahold of his midsection and frantically screaming that there was a way to fix this, but nothing could stop it now!
10. UST: “Well, you’re the one who never-” Gyro cut himself off, ending the spat, as he noticed Donald was now pinning him up against the wall.