happilyeverbeginning | were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

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were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

Lord Scrooge had been gone for five years, and at last had returned to the fair country even richer than before. Many rumors were buzzing about what transpired overseas, and what prompted his return. No doubt it was because his nephew was at the right time to marry, and he definitely wanted his assets in good hands. A welcome part of sorts was thrown together, despite Scrooge detesting such affairs.

The ball was in full swing by the time Magica and her brother arrived, him jabbering away about nonsense she couldn't care about. Her mind was elsewhere - it felt like an eternity since she'd last seen Lord Scrooge, and she had hoped her burning feelings for him were gone. Yet here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart racing. Would she see him as the adult woman she was now - or still as a child? She could never hope to win his heart. The sooner she moved on, the better.

She told herself she could change her heart, and for a good moment, honestly believed it. There were many eligible bachelors here tonight, many good in coin as they were in manners. But her eyes scoured the room, and the moment she spotted Scrooge from a distance, her chest seized, and all those awful feelings rushed back more intense than ever.

All the confidence she had died instantly - she didn't feel like a woman anymore, but like the little girl she used to be when she first met him...

... Back when she was first learning to play the piano, and detested it. Her patience was growing thin, and she held back a grumble, glaring at the keys, as if it was their fault she played so badly.

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Magica sighed happily as they kissed - it appeared there would be no resistance at all tonight. As their bodies touched, her entire body felt on fire. Her legs were already starting to spread, wanting to accept him openly, hips gyrating to his. There would be no interruptions tonight, she was sure of it, so they could take their time pleasuring one another. Whatever he wanted, she would give, over and over...

She loved that ravenous look in his eyes - like a wild beast that hadn't been tamed. She adored his strength, his power, his determination - yet he could still be a gentleman. She nearly giggled at his sweet question, kissing his cheek when he was close enough.

"Just think of me as a present you've been wanting to unwrap." She purred to his ear, rubbing her leg up against his. "You've been a very good boy, so I think you're allowed to have it early."

Relieved, he released her bonds and devoted a moment to her wrists. Of course she hadn't tied herself very tight, but the ribbon had left traces. Tenderly he kissed the reddened areas.

Finally he bent over her again so that he could see her face, his weight resting on his arms so that he barely touched her. "You, on the other hand, are a very naughty girl..."

Again he kissed her, unable to escape her courtship. Actually, it wasn't appropriate to do such a thing before they were married. But as long as they loved each other... as long as she really wanted to...

Very carefully he stroked his fingers along her side, drew the perfect hourglass shape of her waist. Then he stroked a finger over her belly. Didn't dare to touch her elsewhere yet.

But he wanted it. He wanted her.

As she rubbed her leg against him the light shirt she was wearing slipped and her beautiful legs were even more visible.

And how tempting it was... how easy would it be to slide his hand down her body to her sweetest spot?

He straightened up deliberately and pulled her up with him. His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and with one last look into her eyes, he grazed it over her head. Tenderly his hands drove up her arms. When the last disturbing piece of clothing had disappeared, he pulled her close to himself and kissed her passionately again, sank back with her on the bed.

His gaze scurried along her body. "May..." He swallowed heavily. " May I really touch you? Everywhere?"

How he wanted to know how her tender breasts would feel under his hands. And the thought of what it would be like to sink deep into her left him no peace.
Why did she make it so hard for him to be reasonable?

Magica was, admittedly, glad to have been untied. She did want to touch him, feel him, and once she was free she did exactly that. She ran her fingers on his arms, his toned chest, she wanted all of it. She wanted to be patient, but she also wanted everything now.

So when he slid off her nightgown, she offered no resistance, holding up her arms so it came off easily. Feeling Scrooge's eyes roam all over her naked body made her feel even more exposed. She could be real with him... she could be who she really was. Nothing hidden, everything shown. She trusted him more than anyone - she meant it as a child, and she meant it now.

"Yes," she murmured as he asked her, affectionately stroking his whiskers. "I want you to touch me everywhere... I want you to kiss me everywhere. I want everything from you."

Another kiss, deeper this time - and to prove how much lust she'd been keeping inside, she slid her tongue into his mouth, giving him an extra taste of what she desired. If she had to teach him, she wouldn't mind - they had a lifetime to learn together.

It was surprising when he touched her tongue but it felt good. She was so hot and soft and eager he started caressing her with his. Sank deeper and deeper into the kiss, took everything she offered him.

After endless time he detached himself from her, he almost forgot that he had to breathe as if her touch and kiss alone were enough to live. One last time he looked into her eyes and then, first very carefully, touched her breasts. Already after the first small contact he knew he would never be able to stop.

So infinitely silky were the feathers in this place and so soft and warm her breasts. As if they were just made to fit perfectly into his hand.

He couldn't resist and also lowered his lips to the tender buds that stood out under the plumage. Stroke tenderly with his tongue around them.

He was lost, his restraint lay in ruins. If she did not stop him, no one would.

Of course she wouldn't stop him, it was what she'd been craving. She closed her eyes as his lips explored her, moaning quietly. He could be so gentle, only with her. She had imagined this scenario so many times in her dreams, but it felt so much better in reality.

As her pleasure began to build, her breasts began to harden, becoming more sensitive as he rolled his tongue across her. Her fingers clutched the bed sheets - a few small actions and she was already overcome! No other woman deserved to know his talent.

She managed to calm down, a little, and ran her fingers through his head feathers. She encouraged him to taste all he like, she wanted to support whatever he wanted. Would he taste her all over? What kind of hidden desires would he show her? She wanted to receive them all, do whatever he wanted.

A spark went through her after another warm kiss to her flesh, and she gave an accidental thrust in response, her body acting without her mind. "Oh, Scrooge, darling..."

"Magica..." His voice was nothing more than a smoky whisper. "You feel so good..."

He spoke while his lips slowly wandered down her body. For a moment he caressed her belly button, enjoyed the suppressed giggle she gave off. She was so sweet.

As seductive as the goddess Venus herself, but still his Magica, who had never given herself to anyone else before. Who had saved herself for him.

"I want to taste you... everywhere..."

He purred as his lips tenderly caressed her inner thighs and he slowly but steadily approached her most sensitive area. He waited a moment to see if she would shy back, but she rose unconsciously towards him and so he continued unperturbed to taste her.

She tasted as sweet as her lips at this spot. But he was surprised how wet she was already, even though he had barely touched her yet.

He penetrated deeper into her with his tongue. Licked and sucked alternately on the sweet, hot flesh between her legs.

A part of her had wondered if he would even try to go further, being as old-fashioned and traditional as he was. What a lovely way to find out! She gasped, and then rolled her head back, fingers digging so hard on the bed that it was a wonder she didn't rip the sheets.

Her body writhed underneath him, despite all her efforts to be still. She bit down her lower lip, but couldn't keep out the whimpers of pleasure. She had thought she could dominate him, but he easily made her weak and helpless. Not that this was a bad thing - many of her fantasies had him taking advantage of her.

But, at this rate, she'd climax before he even got inside of her, and she didn't want that! Her first time had to be when they were as one. But this was proving to be difficult, given how skillful his mouth was.

Her breath came in short pants, and her legs shook, occasionally rubbing up against him. He had complete control of her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He noticed Magica's body starting to twitch uncontrollably. One last time he kissed the spot between her legs before returning to eye level with her. Her sight took his breath away, her reddened cheeks, her soft moaning. Even though it was cruel, he didn't want her to come. Wanted to enjoy this feeling of her warm body on his longer.

In the short time he had become aware of his feelings for her. Had he dreamed of her every night. Most dreams had been tender and loving, but he had also imagined what it would be like to sleep with her. To become one with her.
It surprised him that he suddenly took the initiative where she had always been the one who had driven him to the edge of the endurable with her seductive arts.

He wanted to try so much more until it was over. Even if this was only the first night.

A small part of him still wished she would say those words he so wanted to hear from her. His conscience was far into the background the more he gave himself up to lust, but it hadn't disappeared, not quite, he just couldn't hear it at the moment.

"Magica..." he began again tenderly as he stroked her cheek. Then down her arm to take her hand and kiss it. "Would you mind touching me too? I mean... to use your lips to..."

No, he couldn't even say what he wanted. But if it felt so good to kiss her, what would her skilful lips be able to do? Was it a foretaste of how it would feel to become one with her? The one step he unconsciously hesitated to take.

"But please, don't feel compelled, only if you like it, and stop as soon as something makes you uncomfortable." He bent over and kissed her. Plundered her mouth stormy with his tongue.

She had played with the fire for too long, now she had ignited it and it was uncontrollable.

Magica was both disappointed and relieved when his mouth left her lower half, her body throbbing with excitement. But what she heard from him surprised her - to think he wanted to go that far! She smirked - Scrooge could play the gentleman all he wanted, but he had his own desires. His words were shaky, but his body was hard.

They kissed back and forth for a long time, making her unable to give him a proper answer. Maybe he was afraid of rejection... was he still not convinced of her complete and utter devotion? She'd just have to prove it all the more.

When they finally parted, she stroked the underside of his beak. "Only fair, isn't it?" She lightly teased. "One good meal deserves another..."

Another kiss to his lips, and then she began to move around on the bed, urging him to sit comfortably. She brushed the hair out of her face, licking her lips at the delicious prize waiting for her. She wondered how long he could last before he demanded to be inside of her...

She lowered her head between his thighs, kissing sweetly, murmuring his name as she tasted him. She tried to keep her eyes down, though she was eager to see his reaction as she took it nice and slow.

"Please don't just do it because I..." He started trying to be a gentleman, but then her hot lips closed around him and he had the feeling his brain was shut down.

Surprised at the intense sensation, he pulled the air in sharply and a loud moaning came out of his throat uncontrollably.

No, never would his mind have been able to imagine that feeling. Tormentingly slowly she used her lips and Scrooge's hands cramped in the blanket as not to completely lose hold. Also his body began to lean towards her uncontrollably. One hand found its way into her hair, with all his might he tried to suppress the urge to push her head lower.

"My God Magica..."

If her mouth already felt so divine, how would it be if her hot body closed completely around him? If she continued like this for a longer time, he would have no opportunity to find out that night.

He wasn't completely prudish, of course he had already laid hands on himself and yes, he had thought of her, even before. Unintentionally, her picture just automatically appeared in his head. But only when she reached an age where her body began to become that of a woman. He had been ashamed and of course, these nightly thoughts were all he would ever allow, because he could not control them.

But none of it was a comparison to what the real Magica triggered in him.
Finally he had to stop her, much earlier than he had thought.

"Magica... please, you have to stop or I..." His voice faltered. Thinking and speaking got harder and harder for him.

Hearing him beg... what a sound. She was willing to bet he'd never done it to anyone, and only she could bring it out of him. As eager as she was to continue tasting him, she didn't want to finish things before they could start.

She licked her lips, sitting up, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

"I think we've both had as much as we can take..." She whispered to him, enjoying the look of dazed lust in his eyes. "If I don't have you now... I might go insane."

She gave him a soft, simple kiss - before grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him down on top of her. There was only one place left to go, and they both clearly wanted it.

She landed on her back, one leg nudging his hip, trying to guide him to her. "Take me, darling..."

It was like everything was revolving around him. He was dizzy with desire.
Magica's words were the last trigger to make him forget everything.
At that moment he wanted her so much. That look as she gazed up at him and demanded him...

With more experience, he would have known that he should not just follow her words. No matter how wet she was, she was as inexperienced as himself.

But he lacked this knowledge...

He kissed her passionately one last time before he penetrated her without preparing her.

She felt so incredibly hot and tight.
It was indescribable. With delight he closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling of being so deep inside her...

To be fair, Magica wasn't as experienced as she'd like to think she was. She had read plenty, and even had a few girlfriends tell of their pasts, but experiencing it was something different altogether.

She cried out against his lips - while Scrooge felt nothing but pleasure, hers was a mix of ecstasy and pain. She didn't think it would hurt this much - but it wasn't unbearable. If she was given time to endure it, it would ease up. She was determined not to let this pain stop her.

She had the man she loved... any pain was worth it to be with him. And perhaps the more times they laid together, the less pain she'd feel.

She clung to him, determined to see this through, even as her fingers began to dig into him. She wouldn't let go, not yet, not for anything.

When he heard her scream, he opened his eyes in horror. Now he felt her fingernails digging spasmodically into his arm.

He looked into her eyes, she tried to smile but he could clearly see that her face was painfully distorted.

With one blow all his senses came back.

What had he done? He had hurt her! She of all people, the most important person in his life.

Already panic-stricken, he immediately withdrew from her. To his boundless horror, blood seeped out between her legs
.
Scrooge had no experience and never had anyone to talk to about this act. He didn't realize it could be quite normal to bleed a little the first time. That it was just a sign that he had deflowered her.

The naked panic broke over him. Cold sweat ran over his forehead as he realized more and more that he had hurt his beloved Magica.
He became very scared.

"Magica... I...I am so sorry. I didn't want to..." He began to stammer helplessly.

Magica breathed steadily, ready to wait out the pain, when she suddenly felt Scrooge leave her embrace. What was going on? Startled, she tried to grab him - why was he stopping? Had she done something wrong?

"No, please, don't stop!" She begged, trying to hold his arm and pull him back. What had frightened him off? They were just about to experience a moment of perfect unity! What she'd been waiting for almost all her life! He wasn't afraid of anything, so why did he suddenly look so terrified?

She cupped his cheeks, trying to kiss his face and reassure him. "Scrooge, darling...it's all right. You can do anything you want to me." What greater sign of love could there be than that? To become one? Surely he would understand, and they could resume pleasing each other. "Anything..."

He froze at her words.

The little bad feeling that had been sneaking through his thoughts for days, coupled with his bad conscience, now sounded clear and distinct in his head.

She does not love you, she feels obliged to you. You bastart have made her dependent on you since her childhood.
You have always made sure that no one else could approach her, you have made her feel that she belonged only to you.
And now you brought this wonderful being, who always trusted you, so far that she would even let you mutilate her. You have desecrated her! Your disciple. Your beautiful, innocent, young Magica!

Bastard!
Sinner!
Pervert!

He was endlessly miserable. Everything turns in his head, but this time only because he suddenly realized with all might what he had done. What he was.
How could he? Magica of all people, whom he had always protected? How could he fall for it? Why had he not noticed what her approaches had meant?

Fool!
Egoist!

He was not entitled to ask her for forgiveness. What he had done was unforgivable. An uncontrolled sobbing escaped him, tears shot into his eyes.
He jumped out of bed and just quickly threw his mudcoat over himself.

"Flee! Get away from me and never come back. I am so sorry..."

He stammered before he left the room in panic. So that Magica could save herself from him.

Despite everything that had happened, the monster of desire was still lurking in him.
His body hurt because he had interrupted the act. Demanded more.
He staggered into the next room and locked the door to protect Magica from himself.

Sinner!
Pervert!

These words echoed through his head over and over again.
Scrooge de Bourgh had never cried before. But now he couldn't hold back the tears of shame about himself.

Sinner!

Magica continued to kiss his face, not realizing the words had been a dagger to his heart. But the sudden sob threw her off, and she drew back, confused. "Scrooge?" She didn't know him to be this sentimental, it was a little much. The next thing she knew - he was out of bed, and...

... What...?

She was so stunned that her mind didn't accept it as reality right away. Never come back...?

Her senses returned, and she stumbled out of bed. "Scrooge? Scrooge, what's wrong?!" She headed to the next room and met the door - she banged on it with both fists. "Scrooge! Darling, what are you saying?! Scrooge, talk to me, please!" She screamed, not caring about the pain in her body or the shakiness of her legs.

But no matter how hard she hit the door or how loudly she yelled, there was no answer. She'd been treated as nothing more than a common whore. She slowly slid down to her knees, sobbing. All the years of waiting, planning, longing... for nothing. She'd thrown herself at him, and he only saw her as a harlot.

Everything was ruined. She had nothing left.

Eventually, after a long time, she dragged herself back to the guest room to dress and leave. She didn't bother waiting for a carriage, and instead walked the long way back to her home. Her family was surprised at her early arrival - even more at her disheveled appearance.

They had a million questions for her, but she didn't answer a single one. She silently went to her room and wept.

It was unbearable to hear her shout. How he would have liked to have opened the door and taken her in his arms. But just the fact that she chased after him even though he had hurt her confirmed that she had given herself up completely for him.

He covered his ears and hoped when she had had time to think. Would she understand what had happened to her. She would despise him forever, but she would finally be free. Free to live her young life.

Only after hours, when he heard no more sound. He dared to unlock the room. Startled, he noticed a few drops of blood in front of the door where she had stood...

It was simply unforgivable what he had done.

Carefully he looked into the bedroom.
Magica was gone. He hated himself for the undertone of disappointment that echoed in him.

Forever he would love her, forever he would support her from the background if necessary. With money, with power, whatever she needed. But it was better for her if he never saw her again.

He couldn't manage to sleep in the bed he had laid with her in and dragged himself exhausted into an unused guest room.

He didn't turn a blind eye. Her scream and her pain distorted face haunted through his senses. But loudest were her words: "You can do anything you want to me."

Why had he never noticed that she was too fixated on him. And how could he have misunderstood her behavior as love if not even she herself was able to pronounce those words? At least, he thought to himself, that was how clear her mind had been. Which, as always, spoke for her strong personality. She would surely be able to forget him.

A mercy that would never be granted to him himself.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into a month. They hadn't seen each other, nor heard a word, as odd as it was to the outside world. If not for the intervention of one man, maybe it would have stayed that way.

Donald hesitated before approaching the mansion that day. His uncle had made it perfectly clear that he wasn't accepting visitors for a long time - something had upset him, and whatever it was happened to Magica too, so Fethry had told him. Fethry, naive as he was, couldn't guess, but Donald had an idea. Maybe Scrooge would listen to family... that aside, Donald did have some business with him.

He let himself inside, doing his best to ignore the worried looks of the servants all around. He headed right for his uncle's office and knocked once, "Uncle, it's Donald!" before letting himself inside, holding a letter between his fingers. "...We need to talk, right away. I just got an... unusual invitation, but I doubt you did. It's a matter of utmost urgency."

A long, lonely month. Scrooge was no longer who he once was. Just a shadow. Not being able to see Magica felt like he no longer had a beating heart in his chest.

But it was to her best. He kept telling himself that, just think of her. Not of you!

When Donald knocked on the door, Scrooge sighed. He knew he had neglected the outside world and what nobody really knew was that he loved his nephew. So he gathered up and called him in. "Just come in nephew." No news he could bring him would be worse than the loss of Magica.

Donald looked serious, that didn't suit him at all.

He politely stood up from his armchair by the fireplace, looking at Donald for a moment. Then he took a step towards him and, what was completely unnatural for him, embraced him briefly.

He was just so emotionally exhausted, hoping his only remaining family could help ease the pain a little. Donald wouldn't tell anyone he was showing weakness.

Donald was momentarily startled - while Scrooge wasn't a cruel man, it was rare of him to show such affection. Whatever happened to him must have been huge! He awkwardly returned the hug, lightly pushing his uncle back to show him the letter.

"Ah, well, it's... good to see you too, Uncle, but... I'm not sure if I bring good news or not."

He watched Scrooge's face to judge his reaction.

"... This morning, I received an invitation for the engagement party of Magica Bingpan and Flintheart Glomgold."

A faint smile had spread across his face as Donald shyly returned his embrace, realizing he was doing something impossible in his eyes. But every trace of life left his face when he heard what his nephew had to say.

Suddenly he grabbed Donald by the arms.

"Engagement party? With... Glomgold?"

Flintheart Glomgold was a business rival of him. But above all, he was a scheming, dangerous contemporary.
On his travels, he had been in contact with Glomgold countless times, he had even tried to have him murdered. But every one of his attempts had of course failed. Scrooge had always been superior to him.

Should this scoundrel now get the only thing that was really important to him?
"My Magica..." He marbled as if to himself. No! He had to stop thinking like that, she didn't belong to him. And if she really loved Glomgold...

He closed his eyes, the thought was simply unbearable to him. Besides, he was afraid for her, he knew Glomgold. He was even more interested in money than he was himself. He could be trusted to kill the bride to get her inheritance immediately. Without batting an eyelid...

That was the reaction he'd thought he'd get - My Magica? - so something really had happened between him and Magica!

"The party is in two nights, but for all of us, it came out of nowhere." Donald continued to explain. "Even Fethry's puzzled... it seems a few days ago, Flintheart requested to see Magica privately, and when they returned, she was wearing his ring. Her parents are thrilled, of course, to see their daughter marry into wealth..."

Donald then crossed his arms, glaring at Scrooge. "But I think you and I know she's not marrying for love. You plan on telling me what happened a month ago between you two? She completely fell apart after she left the mansion... Fethry told me that if it wasn't for him, she would've stopped eating entirely!"

He didn't like Magica, but he had his own reasons for it. Besides, he did love his Uncle, and wanted him to be happy. So what was the mystery? "What happened?"

It was clear that at some point Donald would start asking questions. But what did he hear?

"Magica is doing badly?..."

That hadn't been in his mind, he had hoped she would show her infinite strength and live happily ever after.

Could he tell his nephew what had happened? He was so ashamed of it.
"Donald..." He started at a loss. "I know that you don't think me the nicest person but... if I would tell you what I..."

The events of the fateful night came to his mind again. No, actually they had never left him.

"I have done something unforgivable..." He put his hand in front of his face in a gesture of despair.

"... No matter what, you're family." Donald said slowly, watching Scrooge. The old man had done a few unscrupulous things in his business, but nothing that was ever downright evil, especially compared to Flintheart. And no matter how bad it had been, Magica hadn't said a word about it, outright refused to.

"Nothing you can say or do will change that. But how am I supposed to understand you if you won't tell me what happened? Whatever it is, if you've done something that awful, you can't just let it sit there and rot. Nothing will ever change that way. It's like you told me when I was a child... if I've done something wrong, I must do all I can to make it right."

"... So what did you do?"

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