happilyeverbeginning | reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

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reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

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"Oooh~!" Magica sighed happily. Having Scrooge spill inside of her - what a treat! While she'd always wanted it, she'd never forced him to do so. Poe had done something right tonight, it seemed. She breathed slowly, nuzzling her beak to Scrooge's cheek, gently pulling him down so he could rest on top of her.

Poe pulled out of Scrooge - perhaps a little roughly - and sat on the bed, wiping sweat off his face. What an... unusual night this had been.

Scrooge nuzzled Magica back, lazily reaching behind him to run a hand along whatever he could reach of Poe. He then rolled over onto his side so he wasn't crushing Magica.

As usual after one of their trysts, Magica pulled on the blankets to keep Scrooge from getting cold, then snuggled up next to him.

Poe clicked his tongue. How sentimental. Still, Magica had made it clear - the slave was to be treated gently, for whatever reason. For now, he'd obey... but he also would make sure his sister wasn't being used as a pawn.

Poe slid under the covers as well, holding Scrooge's other side.

Scrooge struggled to stay awake, stroking Magica's hair with one hand and hugging Poe's arm with the other. He didn't want to just fall asleep on them.

Still, being under the covers between two people was going to make things difficult when he wanted to slide out to avoid leaving too much filth on her sheets.

Magica could tell Scrooge was ready to drop, and chuckled quietly, kissing his cheek. "Rest now," she cooed. "You've certainly earned it. Tomorrow's another day." They could worry about clean-up and chores later. Right now, she just wanted to relax in his arms. "We're not going anywhere."

"We're certainly not." Poe agreed - he definitely wasn't going to leave on any missions until he knew more about Scrooge.

Scrooge finally allowed himself to relax, murmuring apologies to his mistress and master. He shut his eyes and dropped almost instantly off to sleep. Parts of him still felt very sore, but at least that would heal soon enough.

Come the morn, Poe would be gone. He would be interrogating the rest of the castle about Magica and Scrooge's relationship, learning whatever he could.

Magica didn't mind waking up without her brother - she was used to it, him being an early riser, the studious one between them. Still, the coven didn't rule itself. She quietly yawned, stretching up in bed.

Scrooge had gotten on top of the covers after Poe had left, sleeping for a few minutes longer before getting up and getting ready for the day. He moved somewhat stiffly but was waiting for Magica to wake and put the collar on him so he could fetch her breakfast.

"Good morning, Mistress."

Considering how rough Poe had been to Scrooge that night, she was a little surprised to see Scrooge out and about. "Good morning," She replied after another yawn, climbing out of bed to fetch the collar. "How are you feeling? I know last night my brother was... undisciplined." To put it mildly.

"I'm well, Mistress."

He waited for her to retrieve the collar, a brief flicker of wistful longing crossing his face while her back was turned. He hated wearing the collar. It was better than the ones he'd had growing up, but the feel of air on his neck was pleasant.

"Did you sleep well?"

Magica frowned, but didn't press it. She fetched the collar and placed it on his neck. "You are to go about your usual chores. If Poe gives you a command, you will obey. ... But I will be checking in to make sure we don't have a repeat of last night."

If Poe couldn't learn to take care of her things, he wouldn't be allowed to play with them.

Scrooge couldn't quite suppress the sigh of regret as the collar settled into place. "Yes, Mistress. Shall I fetch your breakfast now?"

"Yes." Magica gave him a quick kiss to "make up" for putting the collar on him - as if that was better than any freedom. "You may."

"Is there anything in particular you would like?"

The kiss was better. It was.

...Perhaps if he repeated it enough, he'd believe it.

"Something light," She decided. "Now that Poe has returned, I need to learn what he accomplished. Depending on how well he did, I might be busy for a while."

"Yes, Mistress. Should I tell the kitchen to prepare lunch for both of you in your workroom?"

"A grand idea." Which was rewarded with a little scritch under his beak. "We do have a lot to catch up on."

"Of course, Mistress. I will return shortly."

With that, Scrooge turned and walked somewhat stiffly out of her bedroom door. Once he was outside, he glanced up and down the hallway before allowing himself to wince and softly groan. It had felt good once Poe had stopped pounding him, but now he was paying for it.

Despite Poe's return, the castle seemed as normal as ever. Oher slaves and witches did their best to ignore Scrooge's presence - mostly out of fear from Magica.

Magica used magic to quickly clean herself up and dress, still going over the events of last night in her head. Perhaps she had been acting a tad differently since Poe left... but. Well. Scrooge was special. And didn't Magica deserve all the special things in life? Surely Poe would come to realize Scrooge's uniqueness in time, and treat him as he deserved.

Scrooge went about his regular duties before looking for Poe. After all, Magica expected him in her workroom for lunch. It wouldn't do for Poe not to know.

Honestly, Poe made him a bit uneasy. Something about the way the man had stared at him. No, not at him. Into him. Though what he'd been looking for, he didn't know. Scrooge was of the McDuck bloodline, a bloodline born of cowards. What could Poe possibly be searching for?

Poe was in the library - what was really considered his library. At first, he thought he'd gone into the wrong room, as during his absence, it had been completely reorganized. Of course, any mortal who had so much as touched a tome here would have been burnt to ashes, normally.

But. Hmmm.

Poe ran his fingers along the spines of the books. This was more than alphabetical order... like was with like, and without a spec of dust.

Scrooge entered the library just to check and see if that was where Poe had gone, partially to stoke the coals of the fireplace. The library wasn't anywhere near as drafty as the slave quarters, but it could get a bit chilly when the weather started to turn.

He was somewhat surprised to see Poe there, but he bowed. "Master, Mistress is expecting you for lunch in her workroom."

Speak of the devil. Poe pushed the book he'd been inspecting aside to some other inspecting, crossing his arms.

"You cleaned this place." A statement, not a question.

"Yes, Master. Per Mistress's instructions." He looked around. "Have I done something wrong?"

"The opposite, really. It hasn't looked this decent in decades."

He walked up to Scrooge. "You did this all by yourself." Now it was a question, sort of.

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