happilyeverbeginning | Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

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Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

There were so many possible factors to this outcome that it was truly difficult to tell which one was right - or if they were all right at once.

That years of captivity in the dime had taken away the last bits of Magica's humanity.
That someone loving her, even under a false love, was something she'd never had before.
That the spell she used to finally defeat Scrooge cost her sanity.

But in the end, did it matter? Now Duckberg was under the rule of a madwoman, and her reach was beginning to spread. Scrooge and his nephews had managed to escape, if only thanks to Donald's intervention, and he was now paying the ultimate price. The once proud mansion owned by the McDuck family was now a terrifying castle like those of old, and no one could trust their own shadow. Every raven was a spy, every night lasting longer than the one before. No one knew how to remain safe. But even if they were told, they might not believe it.

Because now, instead of revenge, Magica only wanted one thing - and anything that was a threat to it would suffer.

Like, say, ex-girlfriends.

Magica sat upon her golden throne, made out of Scrooge's treasures, conjuring up a spell to search the globe. Once she'd find these silly, stupid women who didn't know a good thing when they had it, she'd get rid of them. One couldn't run the risk of Donald still loving these wretched harpies. No matter where they were, she'd find them, surely she would, and then she'd bring them here, and then she'd take care of them right in front of Donald.

Then he'd see. Then he'd understand, understand how much she loved him, and how if he knew what was good for the world, he'd never love anyone but her.

She cackled deliriously, waving her hand to get a closer look at countries and continents. "Thought you could hide? Not for long..."

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He hated everything.

He would never tell her that - could never tell her that - but he hated it. He hated her, he hated that she had used him, he hated that he didn’t know where his family was (after he had given himself up to save them, she had sent them somewhere so that he could never see them again), he hated how the world was under her ruling, he hated lying and pretending to love her because he was afraid of what she would do - to him, to his family, even to his ex-girlfriends - if he spoke the truth.

But what he hated most of all...was that he didn’t hate it as much as he maybe should have? Because as terrible as things were, and as twisted as she was, keeping him as little more than a pet....there were moments where she seemed more like her Abby guise - back when he actually had liked her, because he didn’t know better. And he could never tell if she was really like that, if she really cared about him, or if she was just playing with him, like she had been that led to all this in the first place.

And maybe, more than anything, he hated himself for not being sure.

She spotted a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye - maybe he had sighed or merely tried to shift his weight - but she was distracted. Her fingers curled around a lengthy chain at her side, and she tugged hard, intending to bring him over.

"Come here, darling." It sounded like a suggestion, but it was really more of a command. "Now, where did you say that Donna woman lived again? She's being a tricky one, and I'm losing my patience."

He grunted, barely catching himself as he stumbled forward. But once he righted himself, he took a deep breath to try and steady himself before slowly walking over to stand beside her chair.

“I don’t...really remember,” he muttered. “It’s been a long time...I don’t even know when I last saw her.”

And actually, he wasn’t sure if that was the real truth, or another lie to protect someone else. There were so many lies, it was hard to keep track of them all.

Magica watched him evenly, frowning. It was possible that he was telling the truth... but it just also possible he wasn't.

"You wouldn't be lying to keep her safe, now would you?" Her fingers tugged on the chain harder, bringing him almost face-to-face to her. "I know you're not that stupid. Because if I found out you were lying... it would be very unpleasant."

Her fingers glowed black, a threat waiting. She wouldn't hesitate to hurt him - to make him understand - but it would be nothing compared to what "Donna" would go through.

He winced as she pulled him closer, trying to swallow the lump in his throat past the collar around his neck.

“Of...course not,” he replied. “You know I...have no reason to protect her. Not when I...have you, Mistress.”

He still wasn’t sure if he really didn’t remember, or if he just wasn’t bothering to remember. But he hoped that the reassurance - along with referring to her by her favorite title - would help ease her temper.

Thankfully, that appeared to do the trick. The scowl on her face was replaced with a smirk, and her hold on the chains loosened. "Hm. Perhaps I'm just being a touch paranoid... With all this magic running through my veins, it's been difficult to sleep."

When was the last time she actually slept? Who knew.

As a reward for his honesty, she affectionately scratched the underside of his beak. "I suppose she's just not worth remembering. Once you forget all about her, you'll be much happier for it." She paused then, musing. "Maybe there's a spell that can erase all your memories of her..."

Which would probably lead down an even worse road.

He couldn’t help a slight shiver, and he hated how she can still make him react that way, even now. But at least he knew how to get to her too.

Which was why he reached up, carefully taking her hand in both of his. “But Mistress,” he started, sounding as loving as he could manage, “if you erase my memories, how can I keep comparing others to you, and realizing just how much better I have it now?”

Please let that work.

The appeal to her narcissism hit the target dead-on. She raised an eyebrow, rather impressed by that logic. "Hm... I hadn't considered that. Yes, even flies and maggots have their roles in the world..." Very well, then Donna and all memories related to her would be spared. For now.

She lightly kissed the top of his left hand, nuzzling it with morbid tenderness. "Yes, you do love me, don't you, Donald." Not really a question, more like an actual fact. "Me and me alone."

The worst part was, deep down, he still kind of liked how her touch felt. If it wasn’t for the terrible circumstances, it would’ve been almost nice.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied automatically.

That was probably the worst lie, as his mind started to wander back to the boys. Were they still safe? Was Scrooge taking care of them?

She continued to pet and kiss his hands, murmuring words of twisted desire. But after a while. she noticed he wasn't doing much in return - if anything, his eyes seemed to be staring off into the distance.

All of a sudden, her fingers clenched, her nails digging in deep. "What are you thinking about?"

He winced, looking back at her as he floundered a bit.

"J-Just...how empty my life would be without you," he finally managed, but he wasn't sure how convincing that was even to his own ears.

A deadly silence stretched out, making it difficult to tell if she actually believed him. Suddenly, she violently pulled her hands back, nearly shoving him off, and stood up from her throne. She approached her magical map, ready to resume a new search.

"Maybe I should find those brats of yours, if they're going to cause me this much trouble."

He stumbled back, but quickly caught himself as he hurried to catch up to her.

"You promised you'd leave them alone!" he all but growled, and even when the length of chain held him back, it groaned under the strain as he pulled against it.

It was moments like these that a glimpse of the real Donald broke through; he wasn't afraid to beg, plead, lie down and roll over, but any sort of threat against his family brought back his fire.

"And why should a sorceress be bound to her word?" She faced him with a snarl. Just as these fights brought out the remaining strength in Donald, they brought the worst of darkness in her. "I'm the one with all the power here, and don't you forget it! The people of this world live or die by my decree!"

As if to display her power, she raised her hand, and the world map dissolved in a horde of screeching bats that flew around the ceiling before breaking out of the windows. "And if you won't love me, then this world doesn't deserve to exist!"

Still straining against the chain, he growled again.

"I do love you!" he retorted, putting as much emphasis in the lie as he could. "But if you so much as touch one feather on those boys, you're gonna have to kill me, because I won't stop fighting for them!"

It was the one thing that he wouldn't back down from.

And for a horrifying brief second, she considered it - her hand lashed out, grabbing the collar with her fingers, intending to choke him. For the smallest moment of time, it seemed as if she would rather he be dead than to think of anyone else.

One heartbeat. Another. And then...

The wave of bats finally left the remains of the castle, and the throne room was silent. She then eased her grip, a sick smile on her face.

"Donald, darling, how can you say such a thing? You know I'd never hurt you. I can't live without you. I just... lost my temper. That's all."

He took a few deep breaths as she relaxed her grip, his heart racing. He really had thought -

"You already have me," he said softly. "So you can leave them alone. Okay?"

"Poor dear, did I give you a scare?" She lightly pat his cheek, as if all she'd done was gone "boo". "Here, let me make it up you. I won't touch those... children." A flick of her hand, as if she was shooing away some buzzing fly.

"You know my magic is endless, limitless. Tell me, what do you desire?" Aside from her, obviously. "Give me a wish, I'll grant it for you."

He couldn’t help wincing a bit, having expected more than just the pat on his cheek. Her offer still had him hesitant, though. Despite her claim of granting him a wish, he knew he had to be careful with what he asked for, or else it would set her off again.

As he thought, he reached up, and his fingers brushed over the collar. Then he got an idea.

“There’s nothing I could ever desire more than you, Mistress. But...maybe you could remove this collar?” He held up his hands. “I promise I won’t leave the castle. It would...just be nice to have a bit more room to move around.”

There was a small beat of hesitance in her eyes. She wasn't exactly welcome to the idea... but perhaps it was harmless. It could always come back on, if he needed to be punished.

"Very well." She snapped her fingers, and the collar dissolved, dust that faded away onto his clothes, with each link of the chain doing the same. As if it had never existed to begin with. "How do you feel now?"

When the collar and chain faded, he took a deeper breath, his neck tingling a bit as he rubbed the feeling back into it.

“Better...Thank you, Mistress.”

"Oh, there are a lot nicer ways you can thank me." She slid her arms around his neck, drawing him in close. "Don't you think?"

He shivered, but his arms automatically wrapped around her waist in kind, holding her closer. He was familiar enough with this by now to know what to do, how to act to keep her placated.

“Of course, Mistress.” Even so, though, he hesitated, just in case she wanted to be the one in charge this time around.

She chuckles darkly, taking his hesitance as shyness. "Silly boy. It's almost like I'm rewarding myself." Eerily enough, sometimes her kisses made her the calmest. She cupped one of his cheeks, drawing him in for a deep, loving kiss, her body pressing up into him as much as she could.

He returned the kiss, his arms gently tightening around her to bring their bodies even closer.

It was moments like these that made it the easiest to pretend; where her touch was gentle, and he could think back to the days before, when he had been dating a girl named Abby, and everything was fine.

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