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

[blackmagicduck]

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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[blackmagicduck]

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."

[allthebadluck]

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?"

[blackmagicduck]

"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."

[allthebadluck]

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.”

[blackmagicduck]

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?"

[allthebadluck]

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.”

[blackmagicduck]

"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?"

[allthebadluck]

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.

[blackmagicduck]

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.

[allthebadluck]

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.

[blackmagicduck]

Sometimes her hunger would overwhelm her and she'd demand more - but other times she was content with delicate kisses and fond memories. When she finally pulled back, she made a pleased sigh, nuzzling his neck and now rather grateful the collar was gone.

"Oh, I don't mean to get so mad, you know... You just mean so much to me."

[allthebadluck]

He continued to hold her, one hand on her back as the other gently brushed back some of her hair.

“I know....You mean a lot to me too. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

He also hated how much easier the lies came now. Or maybe it was still because he wasn’t sure how much of them were lies.

[blackmagicduck]

"I'll always forgive you." She kissed his neck once, twice, three times, starting to purr. "No matter what silly things you say, or what foolish things you do, I'll always forgive you."

She then raised her head to brush her cheek to his. "Because you're mine."

[allthebadluck]

He shivered, the sensation even stronger since his neck was still slightly sensitive from the collar.

But her final statement had his heart sinking, because he knew it was true, though not in the way she thought. Even if something were to happen...if if the world were to be fixed...he could never face his family again after this. Or anyone else.

In the end...who else would take him?

“...Yes, Mistress.”

[blackmagicduck]

Ah, she caught that little tone. What now? She'd freed him, wasn't that enough? Rolling her tongue over her lips, she pulled back to face him. Maybe the poor dear was exhausted, and needed a better distraction.

"You find me beautiful, don't you?"

[allthebadluck]

Looking at her, he couldn’t help swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Of course, Mistress.”

That...might have been the least of a lie.

[blackmagicduck]

"Now, which form of mine pleases you best? This... or Abby?"

She twirled a finger in her hair, making the single strand change color. No doubt with her powers the way they were now, she could become absolutely anyone with a mere snap of her fingers.

[allthebadluck]

He swallowed nervously, not sure if this was a trick question.

“I...Whatever form you take is beautiful to me, Mistress.”

[blackmagicduck]

She raised an eyebrow, but smirked. That hadn't been the intention, but why waste a compliment? "Good answer." She playfully poked his beak, and then strutted back to her throne, taking a seat.

"To tell the truth, when I took that Abby persona, I did my research into your exes. That way, I could become exactly what you desired in a woman."

[allthebadluck]

He blinked, following her up to the throne.

“You...looked into all of them?”

That was...alarming.

[blackmagicduck]

"Of course. When it comes to spells, I never do do anything halfway." She ran a hand through her hair, making that one strand her 'natural' color again.

"You prefer your girls with long hair, slim bodies, great legs, and forward enough to stroke your ego... among other things."

[allthebadluck]

He swallowed. “I’m...flattered...that you went through all that...trouble for me.”

“Creeped out” were the better words, but what’s another lie?

[blackmagicduck]

Another quaint chuckle. "Well, it wasn't for you, at first. You were supposed to be just a pawn in the final game..." As if he needed to be reminded.

Once he was close enough, she took his hand, idly tracing his palm lines. "I think it was that date with the boat ride... Mmm... that's when you began to seduce me."

[allthebadluck]

He shivered a little, watching her fingers. “I...hadn’t really meant to,” he admitted. Mostly because he wasn’t really much of a seducer. But he added, “I’m...glad I did though. It was...fun.”

And that was another thing that wasn’t really a lie. It had been fun.

[blackmagicduck]

"I was almost tempted to give up my plan, and maybe live like an ordinary girl." A kiss to his palm, before pressing it to her cheek. "And when you denied me that kiss, I nearly lost my mind."

As opposed to the patron saint of sanity she is now.