happilyeverbeginning | When you awake/ you’ll think of me/Oh yes/you’ll think of me (scrooge x magica)

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When you awake/ you’ll think of me/Oh yes/you’ll think of me (scrooge x magica)

The best made plans of mice and men, blah blah blah.

Revenge came in many forms, as far as Magica was concerned, and trapping her in a dime for years was something that warranted years of revenge in return. (Did it matter she instigated it with the blood war between their families? No.) This particular plan wasn't dignified by any means of the word, but she felt it would be worth it to see his pathetic face contort and twist in agony.

It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, as old as magic itself. She had rarely ever used it, finding love to be a disgusting matter, but now it could be useful. As a result, and her own narcissism aside, she didn't exactly read all the instructions. Like, say, how much to use for the desired effect.

She knew Scrooge likely hadn't changed his diet in the years she'd been "away", so any snacks he'd have would amount to a glass of water. Instead of lightly putting in a few drops (as was recommended by the ancient tome) she dumped the entire mixture into his glass. Bah, what did some old book know? She was Magica De Spell, sorceress supreme! All she wanted to do was humiliate him, and then enjoy the humiliation again once it wore off and Scrooge had to live with the knowledge of what he said and did.

Again, it would have been good of her to read about dosage in regards to long-lasting effects.

It took several attempts to sneak into his work office, hiding in the shadows, before she finally managed to get in. A quick transformation spell had her take on Beakly's appearance, and she knocked once before entering, calmly taking the role. "The latest stock reports, yesterday's newspapers, and your 'afternoon snack'." She listed off methodically, placing them on his desk.

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Scrooge wasn't surprised that Beakley had stopped by. Whenever he was working long, long hours in the office, she had a habit of trying to force him to take a break and eat something.

"I'll get to it later, Twenty--"

He stopped as he glanced towards the glass of water. He set down the contract he'd been going over with a proverbial fine-tooth comb to study the glass intently.

"...Why is it...pink?"

Ah, fudge. Maybe she could have thought this plan over just a smidgen.

"... The children thought you might some... pink... lemonade flavoring."

That was believable, right? That is something children did?

Scrooge eyeballed his housekeeper. "Bit much for 'some' don't you think? Also is it supposed to be fizzy?"

He was fine with just plain water. Honestly.

It was a struggle to keep her face neutral. Beakly wasn't supposed to look like she wanted to strangle him, after all.

"I can't say I see any fizz." She had to think quick. "Well, sir, I can always fetch you another glass... and waste water and soap washing this one..."

Take the hint, you cheap jackass.

~~Magica, have you met Beakley? It always looks like a struggle for her not to strangle him.~~

"All right, all right. I'll drink it," Scrooge grumbled. If he bolted it down, the next glass of water could wash out whatever it tasted like.

He took a sniff as he picked up the glass and, wow, that smelled weirdly too sweet and not sweet enough at the same time. He raised the glass to his beak and started chugging it down. God, it tasted like fizzy, slightly-rubbish strawberry lemonade. It hinted at both tartness and sweetness while somehow being perfectly bland and...ech.

He gasped for breath upon finishing, tongue lolling out of his mouth in disgust. "That was terrible!"

Ha! If there was one thing she could count on, it was Scrooge being a miser. She smirked, and then snapped her fingers - in one flash of purple and black, the real her stood here, grinning like a loon.

"Oh, didn't sit well with you, Scroogie?" She cackled, almost wishing she had a camera to capture what was to happen next. "That's a shame... because what happens next is going to be so much worse!"

"Magica!" Scrooge leaped to his feet, palms on the desk. "What are you..." His head started spinning. "...you..." He put a hand to his head as the Bin whirled about him. "...you..."

He fell back into his desk chair, the world doing crazy loop-de-loops as his stomach suffered a sudden infestation of butterflies.

Maybe she could hack into the security systems and save this footage. Sure, she didn't know anything about hacking, but how hard could it be? The sight of his once strong body lumping into something so pitiful... how could she not relish in it?

"Me, me, glorious me." She crooned, sauntering towards his chair. "I imagine right now your opinion of me has taken quite the change. It must be agonizing, what you're feeling right now...as if your very soul is screaming. Don't leave me hanging."

Melodramatic De Spell, much?

As the world finally stopped its merry-go-round, he snapped upright and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. He locked eyes with her, a smirk on his beak...

...and he raised her hand to his beak to kiss it, his voice a deep rumble as he told her, "I'd hate to keep a lady waiting."

Ah, there, now it was finally sinking. How much despair would he have when -

Suddenly she found herself unceremoniously yanked forward. She was so startled almost lost her balance, and flailed a bit to upright herself. Uh? Buh? Wha?

Something had gone wrong.

"Wait, what?"

He got to his feet so that they were more or less on equal footing (if one ignored her heels). He still held her hand in his, but his free hand went to her waist.

"What's the matter, Magica?" He leaned in closer to her. "Not what you were expecting?"

Wow, okay, he was way more confident than she was expecting - she had expected him to be on his knees, begging for her, not... this.

But she couldn't let him think she had lost control! Of course not! She quickly straightened up, haughtiness back in her voice. She could take back the reins!

"Don't be silly, this is going exactly according to plan." Liar. "You're in my complete control, who could ask for anything more?"

"Really now?" He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "All in your power, am I?"

He brought his head forward and whispered in her ear, "So this is what you've been wanting from me, is it?"

Suddenly it was easy to remember that she had been locked away for years as she hadn't been touched in that many years. So it was like a lightning bolt up her spine, especially with that whisper - yikes.

"You..." Hang on, she needed to reboot her brain. "... You're not messing with me, are you?" Because this was a possibility, and she glanced over his shoulder to see if he'd actually spit out the potion, which even she had to admit was lunacy, given that she'd been watching him the entire time and obviously would've noticed.

"Why, I'm hurt, Magica," he chuckled, rolling his R a little longer than was necessary. He brushed her cheek feathers with the tip of his beak. "You think I'm not being honest with this?"

He released her hand so he could rest his on her waist, still keeping the other hand behind her.

Abort mission! ABORT MISSION!

She backed up, but wound up going nowhere, bumping backwards into the desk. "Now you're a very logical man, Scrooge McDuck, surely even you must notice something wildly out of character is happening right now." All she needed to do was make a simple teleportation spell but right now her brain was so razzled she couldn't even remember how to poison an apple.

Scrooge allowed her to back up out of his grip before he followed her, still smirking with delight at her.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He raised his hand to cup her bill in it like she'd lifted his head with her staff upon her emergence from the Dime. "Maybe I do, but I like this little change. Who's to say?"

So, what was worse - that Magica didn't know how long this spell was supposed to last, or that, if her rapidly beating heart was any indication, a part of her was enjoying it? Oh, damn him to the furthest pits of all, he really did ruin everything! He was supposed to be humiliated, not her!

"Haaa... okay, well, I just remembered, I think I left my oven on." Worst excuse in the history of the world, yes, but she tried to scoot a little to the side.

He removed his hand from her bill so he could slam both palms down onto the desktop on either side of her as he leaned in close. His smirk was a mile wide.

"Nobody gets into or out of this office without my say-so," he said. "It's why you can't teleport in, remember? You really think I'd make it so someone who got in could just teleport out?"

Unless she decided to start throwing fireballs, he had her cornered in a trap of her own making.

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Eek!

... Did she just "eek" in her head?! What the fresh bloody hell?! They had fought countless times over much more important risks, and this time he got an "eek"???

All the other spells she could think of would kill him at this range, and she didn't want him dead, she wanted him to live through suffering and humiliation! It was the principal of the thing!

Maybe she could try the tactic she had used only minutes before. "Speaking of... your office... you will probably waste so much money by not doing your work, so, it's something to consider..." If his own cheapness didn't effect him, she was well and truly screwed.

"Looking out for my financial interests? How sweet," he told her.

However, he didn't move. Instead, he leaned in close again, tilting his head so she could feel his breath on her neck.

"I practically run the global economy. I think they can wait for a few hours," Scrooge chuckled. "You and I have a lot of unfinished business of our own, after all. I'd hate to miss out on an opportunity."

HOURS?!

Magica leaned back on the desk as far as her body would allow, her mind scrambling for an alternative. "Waaiiit wait wait wait waiiiit!" Great, when everything was said and done, he'd be the one remembering how embarrassed he made her. Maybe she could find some memory-loss spell when she got back to her hide-out. Or at the very least cast it on herself.

But these were things to do once she got out of here, and she still wasn't quite sure how to do so. "I'm sure if you look deep inside your miserable black heart, you'll find lots of hate there! Concentrate on that!" Because if she didn't find a way to stop him, he'd have her here on the desk!

...

Which. Which would be wrong. Yes. Wrong. Not good.

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"What's that old cliche again? There's a fine line between love and hate?" Scrooge worried at her neck feathers with the tip of his beak. "You and Goldie have taught me a lot about that and just how true it is.

"Besides, it's only fair I get to see you without so many...accessories." One hand tugged at her skirt near her tail feathers. "You can't tell me that in fifteen years of me almost never taking you off that you didn't sneak a peek."

There went the plan to remind him of Goldie in an effort to change his mind - and any further plans were instantly disrupted by his beak. One tiny touch sent a jolt of heat down her spine, and she felt a need to cross her legs.

"L-Listen," oh, no, he got her stammering. De Spells do not stammer! "If, if, I sneaked any peeks, that would only be because I was so bored in that prison I had nothing to do! I, do not, find you, attractive, in the least."

Which might have been more convincing if she wasn't trembling like a leaf.

"Oh come now. You don't honestly expect me to believe that, do you?" he teased.

To further make his point, his tongue flicked out to swipe at the bottom of her beak while the hand on her skirt cupped her rear and gave it a squeeze.

"You didn't like what you saw even once?"

When this potion wore off, Scrooge was going to be so upset with himself...

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"I'm not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with ME."

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