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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"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.

He automatically cupped her cheek, even as he felt something inside him freeze.

"The...kiss at the lake?"

"Oh, you do remember." A little titter. "I never wanted anything so much in that moment. Not even revenge against that miserable miser."

She nuzzled his hand, sighing in happy memories.

He blinked, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek.

"Really?"

He had still been under the impression that she had only been using him then, so he wasn't sure what surprised him more; the fact that she had wanted to kiss him, or the fact that she had wanted it more than revenge against his uncle.

"If you hadn't stopped me... who knows what might've happened." She said it fondly, as if the only implication was that they would've just kissed.

Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, things would've stopped there. The plan, the magic, the insanity. Who knew?

It was exactly that train of thought that had his stomach twisting. If they had kissed that day...could that have stopped all this? Would she have given up her plan? Would she have decided to just...be with him?

Was it really his fault that all this happened in the first place?

Hope he enjoyed that train of thought, because she doesn't intend him to stay there for very long - because as usual, her depravity wins out, and she drew his fingers to her lips, playfully biting one.

"Instead, you became my dirty little secret."

He jumped slightly at that, even as he shivered at the sensation. He wasn't sure how she still managed to get him to react to her that way, even after all that happened, but he was starting to worry that she was going to drive him just as mad as she was.

"What, uh...What happened after that? After we...didn't kiss, I mean. What um...What'd you think about?"

He wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but...maybe he needed to.

"I was frustrated," She admitted, closing her eyes momentarily as she remembered. "I was supposed to be focused on revenge. I tried to push those thoughts of you away. After all, once the plan was complete, we couldn't be together. I had to choose... it was either enact my vengeance, or be with you."

She then smirked, her fingers tightening on his hand. "But thanks to my magic... I could have both."

He winced, then nodded.

“Of course, Mistress.”

Magica glanced at him, seeing his lack of emotive response. Can't have that. "... You know, I've done plenty for you, but I what have you done for me? I'm starting to feel like I'm doing all the work in this relationship."

Oops. He had think quickly for a response, especially because there wasn't really much he really could do.

"I'm...sorry, Mistress. I don't mean to seem ungrateful. It's only because you are so much stronger than I am. All I'm really capable of is being devoted to you."

Magica lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne, thinking. But then she smiled... and definitely not in a good way.

"Actually... there is a way you can prove your loyalty." She began to stand up again, releasing her hold on him. "Come. We're going to take a little trip to the vault." Not all of Scrooge's treasures had been destroyed... not yet. There were hundreds of things to go through, and the victory had been recent.

He swallowed nervously, feeling his stomach twist again as he followed behind her. He'd always been afraid that she would make him do something.

He just hoped he would be able to do it.

With her magic, it doesn't take long to arrive at the vault - or what used to be the vault. She's blasted a good chunk of it away, other parts are home to various creatures and monsters she's let loose upon Duckberg. What used to be its proudest achievement is now a looming reminder of its doom.

The actual money part is of no use to her. No, it's the collection she's here for, the things Scrooge collected over decades of exploration. Many are still behind closed doors in this quiet hallway.

"Now then... choose one of your uncle's great treasures, and destroy it."

It was exactly what he was afraid of.

Swallowing another lump in his throat, he murmured quietly, "...Yes, Mistress." Then he started making his way down the hallway, his heart racing as he tried to think.

Even if he didn't know whether he would see Scrooge again...what could he possibly destroy of his uncle's?

Magica followed behind him, taking his reluctance as difficult choosing which one to break - which, in a sense, wasn't too off the mark.

"Use whatever method you please, just so long as it no longer holds the same value it once did." Monetary, emotional, whatever would work.

"Yes, Mistress."

As he continued down the hallway, he paused by one of the doors, reading the name of what was kept inside. Then, hesitating just a moment, he slowly opened the door.

Inside the room was what looked like a golden statue, hidden behind the glass of a display case on a pedestal. The statue, despite being gold, looked unremarkable by itself.

But as Donald stared at it, he felt another lump forming in his throat.

"Oooh, what an excellent choice!" Magica cackled, even clapping a few times. "And it's so hideous, the world's probably better off with it gone. Honestly, I'll never understand Scrooge's taste."

But of course Donald couldn't smash it with his bare hands - which is why, next time he looks around, he'll see her holding out a large, thick ax. "Here you are, darling. Unless you'd prefer a different weapon? I'd just hate to see you hurt yourself." That was her job.

"Sometimes Uncle Scrooge keeps things for their sentimental value, no matter what it looks like."

He glanced at her, then eyed the ax. "...Actually, I think a mallet might be easier."

Magica's eyes nearly glitter at the suggestion. It was very likely she was going to get off more from seeing this than any of their previous petting.

"As you wish, Donald." Black shadows overtook the ax, transforming it into a big, menacing mallet.

"Thank you." Taking the mallet, he grips it tightly in both hands as he turns to the golden statue.

There was just a moment of hesitation, his own memories of the statue flooding back to him. This treasure was from the very first - and possibly only - adventure that he and Scrooge had gone on together. It hadn't been easy without Della, because the two of them had argued a lot more. But they had still managed to come back triumphant with the idol.

To be honest, he hadn't realized Scrooge had kept it. But after all this...if things were to go back to normal...Scrooge probably would never want to see it again.

His eyes narrowing, he raised the mallet and swung hard, shattering the display case and sending the statue into the opposite wall.

The moment Donald set to work, Magica let out the loudest, wickedest cackle she had ever made in her entire life. This - this was pure, unfathomable pleasure! The desire to hurt Scrooge still stayed in her black heart, and now it was mixed in with her obsession with Donald, creating an unholy mixture.

"How beautiful!" She squealed, watching as the pieces fell. "Scrooge's own hard-earned glory, destroyed by his own flesh and blood! I almost wish he was here to see this... his past, ruined by his future! All for my happiness! Because Donald chose me over you!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

He wasn't quite done yet, as he brought the hammer down on the pieces of the idol.

To be honest, he wasn't really doing this for her. But all the anger and frustration he had been feeling before had bubbled back to the surface, lighting the fire in him even for just a brief moment.

Because he knew...He knew that even if the world was to be fixed, his uncle would never take him back. Not after the part he played in all of this. And the boys would be ashamed of him, would likely hate him too.

But what made him angriest was his own self-loathing...because he knew he deserved it.

With one last swing, he tossed the mallet into the pedestal, sending both crashing into the back wall. Standing in the middle of the room, he took heavy breaths, just taking a moment to hold on to that fire.

It was all he had left.

Magica continued to cackle, enjoying every smash, every thrust, every swing, almost drooling in glee. Maybe she could have Donald destroy all the other pieces of Scrooge's treasure... gods, she might just pass out from such a wonderful image.

Even when Donald had tossed away the mallet, the deed done, her body was overloading. Suddenly, she threw herself at him, grabbing him by arm and forcing a hard, passionate kiss onto him. Her body trembled, close to dripping with desire.

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