happilyeverbeginning | sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)

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sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)

Magica was tempted to throw the ridiculous thing out - Roberta meant well, but really, a dreamcatcher? At her age? Maybe it was Magica's own fault for complaining so much about her dreams. She didn't think her friend would take them seriously - especially since Magica wasn't telling the whole truth about those dreams. They involved Scrooge, but they weren't exactly nightmares...

"Bah", she said out loud, setting it up above her bed before blowing out the candles. "Maybe a good night's rest will give me a good idea on how to get the dime out of that old miser's hands." Satisfied with that, she tucked herself into bed, and drifted off into sleep easily enough.

Roberta, however, also hadn't told the whole truth about the dreamcatcher. It wasn't meant to catch dreams - it was meant to give them, and connect them. Maybe this would make her stubborn friend admit one or two things in the morning. She meant well!

In the world of dreams, Magica found herself where she usually did - at the Money Bin, ever so close to snatching the time from its sacred pedestal. The strange thing, though, was that Magica was fully aware it was a dream. How strange! Weren't dreams supposed to feel real until you woke up?

Oh well. What difference did it make? She carefully lifted the glass top off, thinking she was alone in Scrooge's office.

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He smiled pensive. "There were times when I felt like you were deliberately holding back. That you could have reached your goal long ago. But since it seemed so impossible, I never spun those thoughts any further."

He kissed her tenderly. "Whether subconsciously or with intention, I am glad that you never succeeded. Because I don't want to lose the connection between us either.

And if my dime is all that holds us together, then I will fight with my life for it, to keep you with me." He lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I know it is selfish of me. I should be happy to see you happy. But I just can't let you go."

She chuckled quietly. So her "perfect version" of Scrooge was a silly old fool? So be it. She kissed his cheek, nuzzling her beak to it afterwards, feeling strangely content like this.

"I'm happy now," she murmured, putting her arms around his neck. "I haven't been this happy in a long time." In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd ever felt at peace, even in the real world. But here and now, she felt she could lounge around with Scrooge all day in his bed and never want anything more.

"You don't have to let me go... I'm not going anywhere." Another smooth kiss to his lips, reassuring him, and herself, that this didn't have to end so soon. It would, eventually, but if she had any control over this dream, she'd stretch it out as long as possible.

How cruel to hear that. She could assure him never to leave him all she wanted. She remained only a dream. One that looked up to him and was happy. How he wanted to make the real Magica happy. If only she would feel like her image.

Just everything she said and did was exactly what he wanted. This dreamcatcher had to work with real magic. Again he had to admonish himself not to think too much but to enjoy. After all, this dream felt completely real. Every touch, her scent just everything. He lowered his body so that he now lay gently on her. He rolled slightly with his hips so that she had to feel what she caused in him. "I want you so much Magica..."

He grabbed her by the arms and skilfully changed their positions so that she now sat on him. It was nice not to have to look down on her as if she was just a willless doll who said everything and did what he wanted. He wanted her fire.

A low groan escaped her when she felt how hard he'd become, and because of her, no less. If he was already like this... how much more could he take before he needed to get inside? She licked her lips - as nice as all the sweet talk was, teasing him was tempting.

So when she found herself on top of him, she giggled - everything going according to her mind. She straddled his hips, moving back and forth making sure he felt every inch of her. Her breasts ached with how sensitive they were getting, and she pushed them out with her arms, making sure he got an eyeful.

"I want to hear it," she purred as she rocked on top of him. "I want to hear how beautiful I am. Tell me... tell me all the things you've wanted from me."

He couldn't suppress a loud moan as she moved on him like that and kept touching his loins. His eyes stuck for a moment to her bosom, which she so temptingly stretched out towards him. A mischievous smile lay on his lips as he answered. "You demand the impossible from me Magica..."

He straightened up so that he could touch her better. His hands automatically found her soft breasts and caressed them with a firm grip. But careful enough not to hurt her seriously.

"How can I put your beauty into words?" He kissed her passionately, let go of her breasts and pulled her slim body tight. Thereby their loins rubbed against each other again and he moaned into the kiss.

"I could say you are as beautiful as the sea, which is illuminated by the moonlight at night so that the waves glisten like billions of stars and yet it would be only a vague idea of how indescribably beautiful you are..."

His hand lay on her bottom and massaged the soft flesh as he pulled her closer and closer. "I want to feel the warmth of your body on mine. I want to kiss every millimeter of your skin..."

He lowered his lips to her neck and bit lightly into it so that it would definitely leave a mark. "I want you to scream my name in ecstasy. I want you to think only of me..."

He let go of her neck to look deep into her eyes.

"Forever only of me. Just like my whole being is concentrated on you..."

Even though it was exactly what she wanted, she wasn't prepared for what he said and did. It was overwhelming! He could be such a poet, who knew? And all for her. It was like only she was capable of bringing out this side of him, so in this way, this part of him belonged to her alone. What a wonderful thought.

She thought she'd push him over the edge, but instead, with his teeth and his pushes, she was the one being driven to madness. She couldn't take it any longer - she had to have him!

"I... need you... I need you now!" Her hands found his hot, warm flesh, and tried to guide him inside of her, angling her body so he'd fit inside neatly. Maybe it wasn't exactly traditional, but her lust was driving her wild, a desperate need for him.

"Then take what you need..." Gasped Scrooge as she grabbed him with a firm hand. It didn't bother him in the least that he lay under her. It didn't matter, they were equal. He lifted his lower body a little to help her, grabbing her by the hip with both hands to guide her.

The intense feeling that seized him as he suddenly sank deep into her surprised him. He had dreamed this part so often but had never felt dizzy from pure happiness. He had never felt her tight and warmth so much. Forever he wanted to burn the feeling of their union into his memory. That's exactly how it must feel to really make love to her. So indescribably beautiful.

"Mmmhh, more, give me more of you Magica!" He moaned loudly as he started to move his hip upwards to be even deeper inside her.

There was pain, as to be expected, but it was easily ignored compared to the pleasure plunging deep inside her. It had never felt like this before! So hard, so warm, so deep! It was as if all those prior dreams had merely been practice for this moment.

He wanted her screaming his name in ecstasy - he certainly got it. "Scrooge, oh! Yes, yes, yes!" Her eyes rolled back, and she scrambled to grab his body in an effort to stay upright. She was almost afraid of rolling off, she was losing control of herself. She never wanted this to stop.

They rocked together back and forth until eventually they found a rhythm together, moving in sync. She was afraid she might hold him too tightly, maybe even hurt him, but it couldn't be helped.

She was so wonderfully tight. She had really never given her body to anyone before. Only him alone. This thought aroused him all the more as he moved with her in a fast rhythm. He continued to hold her by the hip so she would not fall down. Even in the fog of lust, her well-being was the most important thing to him.

He tried to look at her all the time even though it was hard for him to concentrate. He wanted to see her face when she gave herself to him. "Magica, I... I can't go on for long... look at me, please look at me!"

She almost didn't hear him, too lost in her own body. In these dreams, they could last as long as she wanted - but she felt herself nearing climax already. Was it because of all their foreplay? It felt nearly real.

She finally heard him, and with some effort, she looked down at him. To be see this way by him, with love and lust... she wished he could stay that way, that he'd never look at her with hate again.

"Scrooge... Darling...!" She didn't even mean for that bit of tenderness to come out, but there was no taking it back now.

When in reality she used this nickname for him it sounded mocking. Although in a certain way connected with acquaintance but never as in this moment.

If only she talked to him like that all the time. Couldn't he keep her? This Magica that looked at him with so much lust and trust?

He stretched out a hand to gently stroke her cheek. He would have loved to kiss her, but he couldn't control his body enough to raise himself.

"Magica, I..."

He started, but fell silent again. It was pointless to say these words in the dream, especially in the intoxication of lust.

After all, nothing was real. Maybe not even the feelings he had. That was something he had to deal with in reality.

But he would have immediately given all his fortune, including his dime, to be united with the real Magica in this moment and to be allowed to hold her forever...

Her name on his lips, he finally reached his climax. "Magica! Gosh, yes, MAGICA!"

So that's what it really felt like - she felt so as if her entire body was coated with flames. She did this to him, and she had claimed all of him. It spurred her on, and she began thrusting a new, delighted by the look on his face.

In this world, he really did belong to her. Everything about him belonged to her. Hers, hers, hers, hers...

It wasn't long before she started to come, almost regretting it because she wanted this moment to last. She gasped out his name, her body shuddering as everything inside her twisted and turned. It wasn't fair... she didn't want it to end.

She stayed on his hips, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside her. She panted for breath, her body trembling, unable to take her eyes off him.

Finally he managed to straighten himself up again so that he could hold her gently as she herself came to the end. "Yes, come for me my dear... I am with you..."

He looked deeply into her eyes as they both struggled for air. With both hands he embraced her face. "I wish I could be yours forever Magica..."
He leaned forward to kiss her...

But suddenly there was nothing left.
With wide open eyes he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. His hands were still raised as if he kept holding her face in it.

From the beginning it had been clear that it was only a dream but he had hoped to the last moment he could stay with her.

This dream had given him everything he had craved and yet it was as if there was complete emptiness in him. The feeling of longing for her was so strong that tears came to him.

Angrily he stood up and tore down the dream catcher to hurl it to the ground. "What have you done to me?" He mumbled desperately. How was he supposed to live his life now, living normally? He sat down on the windowsill and looked at the moon.

The moon always reminded him of Magica.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself the weakness to quietly shed a few tears. Tomorrow morning he would be strong again... perhaps...

"Magica..." He whispered her name. In reality even that felt forbidden.
He didn't dare to fall asleep again that night. What for? Never could he have a more beautiful dream than this...

At the same time, Magica woke up with a start, blinking rapidly. Now? It ended now? She'd been hoping for some post-coitus snuggling, maybe some more affectionate petting and sweet talk. But... she supposed even magic couldn't control how long a dream lasted.

She rose out of bed, very satisfied. It stung that she'd never get it in real life... But at least now she had something to look forward to every time she slept. She licked her lips - she could still feel Scrooge's warmth inside of her, his lips on her neck, his breath on her ear. It'd be some time before she cooled down.

"I guess you can do something right every now and then, Roberta." She mused out loud before slipping out of bed. She certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep again tonight, so she might as well get to work devising another scheme to get the dime.

First things first, a good shower. But as she cleaned up, she couldn't help but notice something odd in the mirror... a mark on her neck.

Her cheeks reddened - wasn't that were Scrooge had bitten her? Was the dream that strong it could reflect on real life? She'd need be to careful with that... what if she had dreams of being restrained, and related bruises would show up because of that? ... Mmm, it was nice to think about~ Maybe tomorrow night.

For now, she pulled up her dress and let her hair fall down - hopefully that would cover it up for now. Then again, it wasn't as if the real Scrooge would notice or care about any marks on her.

She finished cleaning up, grabbed her broom, and began her flight. It would take hours to get to Duckberg this way - it would probably be early afternoon by the time she got there. Even if she couldn't come up with a good plan to get the dime by then, rattling Scrooge's bones was always fun.

Surely today would be another average, ordinary day between them.

Scrooge really felt a little better after he had allowed himself to mourn the dream adequately. Of course it still hurt that it would never come true, but at least in the night she would belong to him...

The dreamcatcher hung again in his place in front of the window.

But it didn't go past him without a trace. When he arrived in his money bin and saw his desk, he immediately had to think about how Magica had sat on it and involuntarily turned red. " Are you feeling all right Mr McDuck?" Mrs Quackfaster inquired innocently. " You look like you have a fever.". If possible, he got a little redder. "No, don't worry, I just climbed the stairs to stay fit..."

Maybe he should have worked from home today.

But something else followed him. It was as if he could still feel Magica's touches on his body. A feeling that he never wanted to miss again...

As always, he had successfully managed to distract himself with his work when suddenly an over-twisted sweet voice could be heard from the door. "Oooh Lammekins!" Scrooge rolled his eyes when he saw Brigitta "Who let you in? The guards have strict orders not to let you get near me more than a mile..." He growled annoyed. It wasn't that he really hated Brigitta, but since it was impossible for him to return her feelings, it was always very difficult to deal with her. A fine line between friendship and rejection.

"Sorry, she came in with us Uncle Scrooge." Another voice chirped behind Brigitta and Daisy entered the room with Donald wearing a gloating grin on his face.

Scrooge couldn't possibly be mad at Daisy. He liked her very much and was happy that Donald had found such a woman.

But suddenly Brigitta flew towards him unexpectedly and wanted to embrace him as always. Usually he had always reluctantly admitted it, so that she would leave him alone afterwards. But this time he jumped up from his chair and pushed her back when she wanted to touch him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Escaped him unintentionally loud. Brigitta looked more surprised than hurt, just like Daisy and Donald. None of them could have guessed that Scrooge was still holding on to the feeling of Magica. He wouldn't let another woman ever touch him again. Nevertheless, he himself was surprised by his violent reaction. That wasn't normal, was it?

"I... I don't want to be touched by any other woman..." He explained to the others with an embarrased look to the side.

Oblivious to the tension she had inadvertently caused, Magica first flew by Scrooge's manor. She intended to keep on going to the money bin, when something caught her eye.

... Wait a minute.

She blinked - blinked several times in a row - wasn't this... the exact same dreamcatcher she had?!

Startled, she quickly pulled into the room and yanked down the dreamcatcher to look at more closely. The same colors, the same designs... it was an exact copy of the one she had! What was going on? Did that mean...?

... No, of course not! It was... just a coincidence, it had to be! M-Maybe Roberta got it from the same place Scrooge got his! It didn't mean anything! She was worrying over nothing!

She quickly put it back in its proper place and backed away. "Calm down, Magica..." She told herself. "You're overthinking things. Just... find the dime, make an attempt, go home."

With that, she headed back out and flew right for the money bin. Just focus on the dime and nothing else!

As Scrooge awkwardly explained to his family what he was feeling, she slipped into the bedroom he had next to the office. It sounded like some kind of weird argument was going on. Curious, she leaned against the door to listen.

"... Other woman?" Donald had asked, curious. "Don't tell us you suddenly got a girlfriend when we weren't looking!"

With Donald's words, Scrooge realized what he had just slipped. Damn it. You couldn't do what you said without saying it again.
"I, uh..." He began eloquently.

Then he sighed deeply. "It's not like that, she loathes me." He lowered his gaze regretfully "And has no idea of my... Feelings..." Feelings... He was no longer able to convince himself that it was only desire.

His dream had made it clear to him what it really was, that he felt for her and for how long. He looked up and saw Donald helplessly in the eyes.

"I'm afraid I'm in love..."

Like his nephew could do anything about it. Then his gaze wandered to Brigitta who had tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Because even if I can never have her, I belong only to her. Both my heart and my body..."

Wow, it was unpleasant to admit that in front of other people, but fortunately only friends and family were gathered here. Which would anyway quickly realize that he had changed. So better get it over with.
His cheeks glowed red with shame but he still looked the others proudly in the face.

Yes, Scrooge McDuck was unhappily in love. And those who dared to say the wrong word about it were disinherited!

She had expected talks of business and adventure - so not only was what she heard a surprise, it was a painful one too. Her chest felt tight - what did she care? It didn't matter.

That dream hadn't given her any stupid ideas, had it? It had been that, a dream, and nothing more. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. In an awful way, this wasn't entirely a bad thing to hear. Whatever woman he wanted apparently didn't want him back - so he'd get over it, and he'd still "belong" to her in a way others couldn't.

Daisy tended to Brigitta, gently trying to lead her out of the office so she could handle her despair. But Donald stayed where he was. "This isn't like you, Uncle Scrooge! I've never seen you give up on anything. Maybe if you told her how you felt, she wouldn't hate you. Don't you think it's worth a try?"

At that, Magica bit back a growl. Stay out of their business! Let Scrooge be miserable and give up on this mystery woman!

Scrooge laughed at Donald's proposal. "Normally you're right, nephew. But I'm afraid to confess to this particular woman what I feel would suddenly make you heir to my fortune. No chance of survival..."

His gaze reflected his regret again. "Probably she wouldn't even believe me. You too will think me crazy..." But it would be liberating to tell someone about it. He leaned forward and whispered in Donald's ear.

His jaw droped down. "You can't be serious.... Scrooge's smile was very sad when he answered, "Yes, I'm afraid so... but please keep it to yourself. I can't risk her finding out... then I'd lose the connection to her that I have after all."
Scrooge turned his back on his nephew and looked at his dime in the showcase. It had all started here in the dream. "Please leave me alone Donald. You can't help me anyway..."

Donald opened his mouth to say something but then he realized that his uncle was right. What should he do? He could neither comfort him nor encourage him. He had never heard of a more impossible love.

"I am so sorry Uncle Scrooge I hope you will get over it...". His uncle could have almost any woman there, so many had already lain at his feet. And who did this idiot choose? His arch enemy... Sadly he left the office to join Daisy and Brigitta again.

There, see? No matter who it was, if Scrooge didn't feel confident about it, it wasn't going to happen. He still "belonged" to her, and that was what mattered.

Yet her curiosity still nagged on. Who could that woman possibly be? He did have his fair share of enemies, but most of them were men. What kind of woman hated him yet had his devotion? ... Well, whoever it was, they didn't deserve it, and Scrooge would move on.

She leaned on the door, wondering if she'd overhear a name...

... But she leaned too hard, and the door swung open, and she wound up flat on the floor with an embarrassing "OW!"

Talk about your humiliating entrances! Flustered, she tried to get up, and pretend she wasn't doing what she'd clearly been doing. "I, uh... a-ha! Hand over the dime, McDuck, or I'll... use my newest spell on you!" But she was in such a hurry to get back on her feet, she didn't realize the mark on her neck was fully exposed.

Scrooge shrugged in shock as the bedroom door suddenly jumped open behind him and Magica landed on the floor with a lot of rumbling. Even though it hurt to see her, he was looking forward to the fight. He was just glad he hadn't mentioned her name out loud in wise foresight. With a superior grin he turned around to her and wanted to make a fitting remark about people listening at other people' doors. When his gaze fell on her neck. Dumbfounded, he stopped.

Then he suddenly awoke from his rigidity and walked towards her without thinking about it. He grabbed her by the shoulder so that she couldn't avoid him and pushed her hair aside so that he had a better view of her neck. "What do you have there?"

That had to be a coincidence, right? It couldn't be anything but a coincidence. But still it was definitely a hickey. He felt anger and jealousy boil up in him. "Who did that?" Who dared to touch his Magica? Did the universe really want to see him suffer? Magica who gave herself to another and then the same place as in his dream. "Tell me!" His voice was louder than necessary. He was beside himself with jealousy.

Magica was ready to fall into routine, fight, bicker, fly away - but all of that got tossed out the window when he suddenly grabbed her. Did he want fisticuffs - but then her entire face reddened. He saw "it"? And, even stranger, he cared?! What was wrong with him? Had the mystery woman messed with his head?

"I, uh..." What was she supposed to say? She couldn't very well tell him he did it - or a version of him. "It's... it's none of your business!" She snapped, trying to pull out of his grasp. "I fell out of bed, that's all, now let me go!"

"Don't lie to me!" He grabbed her by both her wrists, pressed her against the wall and held her there. He didn't want to hurt her. But the raging anger that someone had touched her in such a way made him forget all decency.

He could live with the fact that she would never be his. But not that she gave herself to someone else. She belonged to him. In whatever way! What if she would retire and get married? If she gave up the fight for his dime? He would never see her again. That could not be! He took a step closer to her.

Now he could feel the warmth of her body. Everything in him contracted with longing. His gaze became softer. "Who was allowed to kiss you there?"

Pleading

"Do you belong to someone?" His voice was now nothing more than a whisper.

He didn't care anymore if he gave up his feelings for her. He had to know.
The dark thought of getting rid of this rival shot him through the head.

Her heart shot into her throat - fantasy and reality were blending together. If this had been the world of dreams, she'd have welcomed his ferocity with reckless abandon. But in the waking world, this was somewhat frightening. But she couldn't tell him the truth! She'd rather die first!

But he clearly wasn't going to let go without getting an answer.

"You won't believe me," she started slowly, her eyes looking away. "But I... I had a dream. And in this dream... something... happened to my neck." Without the details, it did sound rather insane. "It was a magic dream, I'll have you know."

For him, nothing changed about the situation. Even if it had only been a magical dream, she had allowed it to happen. Would allow it in reality.
The thought hurt so much. It was clear to him that he could not forbid her to desire someone else. He had no claim on her and yet...

"Who?... Please tell me who you dreamed of..."

Finally he let go of her wrists and supported himself on the wall with one arm next to her. With the other he stroked hesitantly through her silky hair.

"I admit... the thought that you allow someone to touch you, even if only in a dream... bothers me very much..."

He couldn't stop his cheeks from turning red. He almost confessed to her how he felt about her. But did that even matter anymore, if she had chosen someone else anyway?

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