i don't care just what you think (as long as it's about me) [magica x donald]

[blackmagicduck]

At this point, it was difficult to tell when day or night began anymore. Magica's Shadow War had so thoroughly devastated and devoured Duckberg that sunlight rarely visited their dark skies. As a result, time became something like an illusion, and it became harder and harder to understand how much time had passed since her reign began. Worse still, this darkness was spreading beyond the city limits. The survives were in full-blown panic mode. Why was it spreading? Wasn't this place enough for their wicked queen?

Like so many unfortunate things, this was Donald's fault.

Though most of his mind was broken down by his dark mistress, his heart wasn't, and Magica couldn't keep an eye on him 24/7. Not all of Scrooge's treasures had been destroyed yet, and perhaps one of them, in the right hands, could spell her doom. The idea had been to send one of them away to his family, if not to defeat her then at least to protect them from her wrath.

A sound idea, in theory. Too bad she caught him in the act.

Now he was being punished, chained up in a makeshift dungeon - the entire mansion had now been fully converted in a castle of old - his wrists and ankles bound, and the collar now back in place. She let him stew in there a while to think over his sins before visiting him, opening the cell door and glaring down at him, the madness in her eyes clear.

"Enjoying your stay?" She sneered.

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[allthebadluck]

Even the small amount of light had him wincing, having existed in the dark the entire time he’d been left in the dungeon. He didn’t bother looking as she approached, and he didn’t answer, too tired and weak to really care.

[blackmagicduck]

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She snapped, slamming the cell door behind her. "After all I've done for you, you stab me in the back!"

[allthebadluck]

He turned away from her somewhat, as much as he could with the collar.

“You’ve taken enough that it balances out,” he retorted, his voice hoarse.

[blackmagicduck]

Fury built up, and Magica stormed over, grabbing the collar and yanking hard. "What's to stop me from finding every last one of your brats and making them suffer in front of you?" She hissed, venomous. "You said you'd stay with me! If they're hurt, it's YOUR fault!"

[allthebadluck]

He winced, but it was finally enough to lift his head, and he glared back at her with fire in his eyes.

“I did stay with you,” he pointed out. “I wasn’t going anywhere.” Then his voice dropped dangerously low as he added, “And if you even try going after them, you’ll have to kill me. Because I’m not gonna let you.”

[blackmagicduck]

"You're not going to let me?" It was a mix of mockery and disbelief. "Look around you! Who is in control here? I gave you my love, I gave you my everything, and you tried to have me KILLED!" Another hard yank, fingers digging in.

[allthebadluck]

“You took everything else away from me!” he spat back, the chains rattling as he shook with anger. “You kept me prisoner because of your so-called ‘love’! You took over the world! You threatened my family! And if you try anything to them, you’ll see what I can really do.”

[blackmagicduck]

"How can you protect them when you can't even protect yourself?"

She stepped back to prove her point, her hand glowing violet - and then Donald's body glowed the same. With one magical pull, she slammed him to the ground, letting him swim in pain before speaking again.

"You can do nothing. I can do anything... I can erase every single last memory you have of your family. I should have done that on day one."

[allthebadluck]

He groaned, having to wait a moment for his head to clear. He wasn’t even able to push himself back up, the chains around his body making it difficult to move.

Even so, he glared up at her. “You can...do whatever you want to me. I can take it. But these chains won’t be able to stop me if you go after my family.”

[blackmagicduck]

"You can't protect anyone you don't remember." Yes, she should have done this from the start. Her hand clenched, and now he was forced to stand, as she began to advance toward him, eyes glowing.

"When I'm done, you'll only remember me. I'll rip out every single one of them until nothing remains!"

[allthebadluck]

He continued to glare up at her. “So if you do, then what? You’ll get a slave that’s completely devoted to you? That won’t mean I’ll love you.”

[blackmagicduck]

"It's better than what I have now!" She lashed out, grabbing his skull, nails piercing the skin. "I will never let anyone else have you!"

[allthebadluck]

He winced, but still managed to meet her eyes. “And if you erase my memories...what will that leave you? Because it won’t be me anymore, will it?”

[blackmagicduck]

Her magic began to seep into his mind, trying to find the right memories to dissolve. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN!"

"I'LL LET THE WHOLE WORLD BURN IF YOU WON'T LOVE ME!"

[allthebadluck]

He shut his eyes tight as he felt the magical touch in his mind, trying to resist it as best as he could.

“Y-You’re...just making it so you won’t have me either.”

[blackmagicduck]

Her grip tightens, tightens, tightens...

... And then she let go, magic and all. She no longer looked like murder on a rampage. Instead, she became oddly calm and quiet.

Usually when she hit one of those mood whiplashes, things tended to go either very good for Donald, or very, very bad.

"... You're very forgiving toward your family, aren't you. For all they did, for all they hadn't done... and yet I wonder. Do you think they'll forgive you?"

[allthebadluck]

He crumpled to the floor when she released him, and he took shaky breaths as he lay there, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

Her words rang all too clearly, though, and hurt far worse than anything else.

“.....No,” he replied, his voice barely audible. Because he knew, no matter how much he had been trying to keep them safe all this time, there was no way they would ever forgive him.

[blackmagicduck]

And there it was. The best way to destroy him, so she could rebuild him as she desired.

"Oh, they'll try to forgive you, they'll struggle, they'll wish they could... but they can't." She began to kneel down, tenderly stroking his head. "And deep down... you can't forgive yourself, can you?"

[allthebadluck]

He winced, somehow the gentle touch more unsettling than anything else.

“No...”

[blackmagicduck]

"That's what I thought. You can't, because you still want me." Maybe he didn't love her, but you didn't have to love someone to carry a torch of lust.

With that, she cupped his face, making him look at her. "Even now... you're burning on the inside."

[allthebadluck]

He took a breath as he was forced to look up, meeting her eyes.

“...Yes...”

Maybe it wasn’t true that he really wanted. But the fact that he’d been intimate with her already was enough to know that his family would never take him back. So what did it really matter?

[blackmagicduck]

"No one will ever take you back. No one will ever forgive you." Gently, slowly, she helped him rise to his knees, making sure he wouldn't turn his head away.

"No one but me."

[allthebadluck]

It was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to get to his feet with her help.

“...I know.”

[blackmagicduck]

It wasn't enough for him to say it - he'd need to feel it. One arm went around his neck to keep him steady, and the other touched his chest before sliding down, down... between his legs.

"It still feels good, doesn't it."

[allthebadluck]

His breath hitched, and he couldn’t help as his hips rocked into her touch as a shiver ran down his spine.

“Y...Y-Yes...”

It certainly made him hate himself even more...but he was too tired to care about that right now.