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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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?

... This was getting weird. Hadn't he said something similar in her dream last night? That he wanted her to belong to him alone?

Oh, no. Oh no....

"Hang on a minute." She held up a finger, quietly starting to panic on the inside. "I know I'm wrong, I have to be wrong, but... did you have a... 'unusual' dream last night?"

He was going to say no! He had to say no! If Roberta wanted to live to see tomorrow, he had better say no!

Suddenly what she was getting at was dawning on him, but... that couldn't be, could it?

Then a terrible thought came to him. The dream catcher! What if she was the one he got it from? What if all this was a cruel game to make him look the fool, to make him suffer?

He looked at her, tried to read something in her eyes. But they only reflected confusion. He saw no malice, no triumph that he had fallen for her.
But if she had actually gone so far to make him suffer, he had to give in...
"If..." He had to swallow, it felt like he was about to be executed. "If it was you who gave me this dream catcher..."

He continued to observe her reaction.

"Then congratulations, you have won, you have managed that I completely fall for you ... I hope the price you had to pay was worth it..." Because if the dream had left a mark on her, it also meant that she had given herself to him. That it had been as real for her as it had been for him.

In his eyes it sparkled devilishly. If everything was already lost anyway, he could at least take a small price.
Quick as a flash he bent over and caught her lips in a deep kiss.

Then he let go of her and turned his back to her.
"Do whatever you came for..." over his shoulder he looked at her. "I found pleasure in our quarrels as long as you fought with fair means, but if what I suspect is true, then I was wrong about you..."

He could not prevent that a plea lay in his gaze and voice. Maybe...
He sighed deeply and then looked her straight in the eyes again.

"I love you..."

It sounded like a challenge.

I adore you.
Oh no.
You have no idea... how many times I've pleasured myself at the thought of you.
Oh no.
I... need you... I need you now!
OH NOOO!

It HAD been real! All of it! Beginning to end! She told him everything, she slept with him, and it had all been real! ROBERTA WAS SO DEAD!

Even worse - he thought she planned it?! As if she'd been trying to seduce him?! This was mortifying! She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out! She was panicking so much that she didn't hear everything he said, she was trying to think, he had to let her explain, it wasn't fair if he didn't let her explain -

And then he kissed her, and her brain shut up.

Wait. Wait. Wait. What? This was too much at once. He wasn't implying... she was the mystery woman...?

Her mouth hung open in shock when he pulled away. Then... everything he said that night, everything he claimed to feel... was true?

"... I." She started, failed, then started again. "I didn't... give you that dreamcatcher." First things first, they had to get the explanation out of the way. "... My friend Roberta... who I promise you I am going to murder... gave me one. And I had no idea this would happen between us! I... I thought it was just a dream, that you weren't real in it!"

He felt a relief at her words. So she wasn't an ice-cold calculating monster. Still a little skeptical, he eyed her. No, there was really no lie in her face. He relaxed. Until he realized what that meant. Even though she thought it was just a dream, like him, it still meant that she had wanted it... or not?

He had talked himself into such rage with his suspicion of betrayal that the thought had never come to him that she could feel the same way he did.

Suddenly his heart was beating up to his neck that it made him dizzy. Hesitantly he walked towards her. Now he just had to touch her or he would lose any hold. His hands lay only slightly on her hips without really holding her. Then with a deep sigh he put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes for the moment.

"If you thought that there would be no consequences to what you do..." He started carefully. "Does that mean... it was all true?"

Now he withdrew a little to look her in the eye.
"That you adore me. That you... " He had to swallow. "That you desire me?"

And another question left him no peace.
"Why did your friend even come up with the idea of giving you... us this dream catcher?" Now his voice sounded worried and he stroked tenderly over her cheek. "Did she want to expose you? Do you have problems in the world of witches because of... because of me?"

Wasn't last night answer enough? Her face continued to burn, no longer the eager seductress from before. She needed time to think this all over, but apparently he wasn't going to give it to her.

"N-No, Roberta's actually one of my closest friends." Hard as that was to believe now. "She just... acts without thinking, sometimes, in order to help people. She... must have thought this would... make me happy, somehow." And it did, for one night. But about beyond that? Did this plan have anymore steps to it?

"She would never do anything to willingly hurt me, but... she probably didn't see this coming." Who did? She felt she couldn't move without touching him more. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if this was a dream too.

Then with a difficult sigh, she closed her eyes, trying to forced the words out. "Because I didn't think it really was 'you' last night... everything I said was true. Every last thing."

She looked so unhappy and it was obviously hard for her to talk about it.

"Well, if you'd known it was really me, you never would have let anything like this happen between us even if I wanted it the same way..."

It hurt, but much more hurt him to see that she suffered because of him.
"Listen, it's enough for me to know that you never intended to hurt me that way. I realize you never wanted this dream to come true so..." It was really hard for him to say it. "Will it always remain only a dream, if you want it to be that way..."

Scrooge looked very embarrassed. "I suppose you heard what just happened in here. I can't go back myself..." Somewhat desperate but also apologetic he looked at her. "I have had these feelings for you for many years, but it was only through the work of the dream catcher that I became really aware of exactly what these feelings are."

He smiled very bravely, it was really not his intention to make her feel guilty. He couldn't nail her to the things she had told him in a dream and in a frenzy of lust when she didn't want to. "As I said before..."
He looked deep into her eyes, he would always keep so much pride in himself.

"I love you... for many years, I love you."

He took another step back to give her more space. "But I am satisfied that it remains a dream. I never want to press you. It is not your fault that I feel this way, please do not make it your burden. You can leave my office and the next time you try to get to my dime. Nothing will have changed between us. I promise you that. Our time together is far too precious to me to risk losing it."

His look showed sadness but above all a lot of pride and strength. "I am Scrooge McDuck. I can only grow from it."

Magica blinked wildly at him as she listened to what he was saying. Scrooge McDuck was smarter than the smarties, and sharper than the sharpies, but...

"... How dumb are you, McDuck!"

She could nearly smack him! But settled for a stomp of her foot. "Nothing will have changed? You have to be insane to think that would work! Last night we went on and on AN ON about how much we want each other, we didn't just have sex we... " She hesitated, mostly because it was embarrassing to say out loud. "... made love... and you except both of us to just carry on as if it never happened?"

Sure, their feelings were weird and complicated, but ignoring them wasn't going to help either of them. They couldn't go back to the way things used to be, that option was now long gone.

"I don't know what we have, but we have something. And you just thinking we can erase it with a snap of our fingers is all almost insulting."

"I don't want to erase it!" He replied very quickly and very loudly. What did he care if his secretary outside could hear him? "Never..."

He buried his face in his hand in a gesture of despair. "I'm just trying to give you the chance to get out of here if you wish."
Slowly he lowered his hand so that his penetrating gaze hit her directly into the soul.

"For if you stand here before me for a moment longer, I can guarantee nothing more..." Almost threateningly he took a step towards her. "Or do you think my desire for you is satisfied after just one night?"

She was still standing against the wall and he slammed both fists against it next to boths sides of her head.

"I love you and I desire you so much that it almost tears me apart. But I don't want to do anything to you that you might not agree to. Don't you understand that?"

His gaze was begging. "I am ready to do anything for you. And if that meant forgetting last night then I will and if it kills me."

His face approached hers so that he could feel her warm breath on his lips. "But for that I would need distance... so tell me what you want..."
His gaze was piercingly directed at her beautiful black eyes.

"Go now and let us forget or become mine!"

A part of him wondered if he would really be able to let her go. But the man of honor in him was stronger than any desire, at least for now...

She had expected an argument, since it was what they were best known for between each other. But she certainly didn't expect to be trapped like this. Earlier he had done it out of anger - but this was different.

Her heart jumped into her throat. She didn't think he'd be this bold and say such things out loud so easily, when she mumbled and whispered her own admissions.

Well, if he would do anything, would he hand over the dime? ... No, that question would just make things worse. He was in no mood for teasing.

But at the same time... and she knew it was wildly inappropriate...this was making her warm all over. She bit down on her lower lip, feeling her heart race. She knew he was a man of honor and conviction, so he wouldn't force her. But... still... could she push it a little further? She wasn't a good person, after all.

"If I wanted to leave, don't you think I would've done so already?" She tried to sound more confident than she felt, his gaze setting her on fire. It was getting harder to think straight.

"You're... still so foolish, Scrooge..."

There was a knowing grin on his face. "We've known each other so long, Magica. I know exactly what you were thinking about... and the answer would be: "Yes". If after all this you're satisfied with getting my dime, then take it!" His look was deadly serious.

"But never let yourself be seen in Duckburg again afterwards. The hand of Midas may bring you immeasurable wealth. But that doesn't buy you the finesse and influence I have built up over my many years. Rich or not, you will not be able to gain a foothold in this city until I allow it..."

He gave her a moment to let his words take effect. "But apart from that I'm afraid you still don't understand me..." He approached her so close that he pressed her against the wall with his whole body, only slightly, but so that she could feel what she had triggered in him. "Even though I'm almost mad with desire for you, I won't sleep with you before you give me an answer". Teasingly he drove his hand along her body until he could grab her at the waist and pull her closer to him.

"I said become mine."

A little closer. "I didn't say, "Let me have your body." I want you all or not at all. Forever!

His lips were so close to hers but he refused to close the gap.
"After the eternity in which we know each other there is really no need for reflection any more. You know everything from me and I from you..."

With his gaze one could have even divided air into two clean halves, so sharply was it.

"Go now and let us forget or agree to become my wife!" He repeated his words more explanatory.

Magica's eyes widened - there was a possibility she had never considered. Even if she did have the Midas Touch, it wouldn't automatically make her the richest woman in the world. By the time she actually sold the gold and began to buy what she actually wanted, Scrooge could warn the entire business world about her.

Why hadn't he used that threat before? It was certainly making her stop to think - but not for long, as he suddenly pressed their bodies together. It rammed a spark into her body, and she almost yelped. All the memories of that night flooded back at once.

For a maddening second, she thought he'd have her right then and there - and she wouldn't exactly have fought it. He knew she wanted him, so why did he feel a need to tease? Didn't he have what he wanted right now? The admission of her feelings, whatever they were?

... Then came that last word that threw her off.

"Your WHAT?!" Did she hear him right?! Wife?! W-w-wife?! Who said anything about marriage! They hadn't even gone on a single date yet!

Well, it wasn't a no, and she hadn't run out of the office yet. So that she could think more clearly, he mercifully dismissed her and instead grabbed her hand to kiss it gallantly.

"I'm sure no couple who ever got married knew each other as well as we do."
He put her hand on his heart and held it there. His voice sounded confident and firm but his gaze was full of tenderness. He knew that he had completely overwhelmed her, but he would not be satisfied with less.

"How much longer should we dance around each other until the "right time" has come? We know each other at our worst. What remains to be learned we can also find out about ourselves together."

His fingers caressed her hand while he was talking.

"We fought side by side, saved each other's lives and even had dinner together without a love potion, if it had to be a "normal" date."
He lovingly stroked her hair. He just loved to play with it, so silky soft it glided through his fingers.

"Tell me what more proof do you need? The world would tremble before us if we wanted it that way. You would be the richest and most powerful witch in the world. Even your magical mission would be fulfilled."

He gently kissed her forehead. He didn't dare to touch her any more at the moment without ravishing her. "I told you last night that I want you to always look at me. I don't want to share you with anyone. You shall belong only to me."

His eyes were dark with longing. "Can you look me in the eyes and say that it is completely absurd that we belong together forever?"

At first, she wanted to protest. It wasn't logical! They were enemies! No one would ever accept it, and her greed would give out.

But then... he raised an awfully good point. She blinked as she thought it over.

If she did become Mrs. McDuck, she'd be filthy stinking rich.

Sure, she wouldn't be free to spend his money - shoot, he never spent his own money! - but she'd have all the things the Midas Touch was supposed to give her. A mansion, servants, hot meals all the time...

...So what if the world thought she was a gold digger? Who cared? She'd have all the money she could ever want, and she would have Scrooge. It was a win-win.

All at once, her body relaxed. Suddenly everything became clear.

If he wanted an answer, he'd get one - with her suddenly kissing him, deeply.

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

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