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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"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.

"Yes, Master," Scrooge said, nodding his head.

He didn't move, wondering what Poe was planning. Part of him wondered if Poe would strike him. Likely not kill him. Magica wouldn't be happy if Poe did that.

Poe stopped in front of Scrooge, giving him one of his deep looks again.

"Who taught you how to read, and write, and use numbers?" Brave, this one, to meet Poe's eyes. No trembling or signs of fear, even after what Poe had done to him that night.

"I did," Scrooge said. "My first owner had a son he was giving lessons to. I often-times had to do chores in the same room as those lessons. So I listened and learned. Then I started practicing."

He was starting to get seriously worried. He had to be saying something Poe didn't like judging from the other's scowl.

Self-taught, from hearing alone? It sounded so ridiculous that it had to be true. Any other slave would have kept their head down and ignored it. After all, what use would a slave have with those skills they were never meant to know? Which meant Scrooge learned out of curiosity, and not only that, had a good brain for it.

Poe lightly tapped his arm as he listened and thought. In the end, why not be blunt? He doubted Scrooge would be tattling on him to Magica.

"I'll be blunt," he finally said. "I don't trust you. Seeing my dear sister attached to a slave... is unnerving. I don't know what you did to charm her, and if I asked, you'd say you didn't know either. You're too smart for a slave, a live one, and you bear the scar of McDuck." To Poe, it was one coincidence too many.

"Oh, I won't harm you, and I won't kill you... you mean too much to Magica for that."

Scrooge waited, wondering where this was going. Favorites came and went with the magics. Eventually Magica would tire of him, likely when he grew too old to be of use to her. So why was Poe acting like this?

However, he didn't dare speak his questions aloud. Instead, he said, "Thank you for your mercy, Master."

... He was being thanked. Instead of begging and pleading, he was being thanked.

Maybe Scrooge wasn't a spy, and just insane.

"It's my sister who deserves your thanks. You live by her will alone." A derisive snort. "I doubt she'll even let me be alone with you for too long, since I was so 'rude' to you last night." With that, he began to walk past Scrooge.

Scrooge's gaze followed Poe. This was...very peculiar.

Still, he had a job to do. Lunch needed to be served along with checking to see if there was anything else the twins wanted him to do before he resumed maintaining the library.

Hours passed as Poe and Magica caught up with one another, both in personal details and official clan business. Once that was over, it was up to Magica to share the information she saw as valuable with the rest of the coven, while Poe went back to the library.

His questions around the castle about Scrooge proved fruitless. No one had anything to say about him - or were too afraid too. Useless lot, all of them.

Honestly, it was a miracle Poe hadn't sensed the distelfink Magica had placed on Scrooge to protect him. It was the most likely reason no one wanted to discuss Scrooge for fear of the backlash.

Poe would find Scrooge sweeping up the last bits of ash from around the fireplace, preparing to go retrieve more firewood. He paused as he saw Poe enter, bowing respectfully but saying nothing. It was likely Poe wanted quiet, after all.

He was still there? Dedicated little annoyance.

Poe walked by him without acknowledging his presence... at first. he frowned as he picked at a few books, lost in thought. After choosing a fifth book, he snapped his fingers. "Come here."

Scrooge set aside his broom and walked over. He waited, wondering just what Poe was up to. Did he need him to clean those books?

Poe dropped the books into Scrooge's hands. "Follow me." He began to walk, intending to go into his room - which, to no great shock, was right next to Magica's. The interior was even the same color, and could have been easily mistaken for Magica, if not for a few subtle differences here and there.

Scrooge followed obediently, looking around Poe's room with open curiosity. It was a perfect mirror to Magica's room.

No, not quite perfect. The differences were subtle but still there.

"Set the books on the counter next to the bed." Poe snapped his finger, willing candles to light themselves. He sat down on the bed, leaning on the headboard.

Scrooge did as ordered, waiting patiently for the next orders. It wasn't likely this was all Poe wanted from him.

Would the other man threaten him again? Or maybe go for dominating him to teach him his place? Not that Scrooge needed reminders...

Poe picked up the first book, then suddenly grabbed Scrooge by the arm and yanked him down onto the bed, on top of Poe's chest. But after that, he let Scrooge go, and calmly held Scrooge close. Nothing sexual, nothing painful.

"You'll stay there until I or Magica says otherwise."

Scrooge was certainly startled by all this. The sudden yank prompted a small squeak of surprise. He'd half-expected to be pounced on.

But no. Here was Poe snuggling him like an oversized toy.

"Yes, Master," he said obediently, still quite confused but knowing that objecting would do him no good. In fact, it might do him quite some harm.

If Scrooge wasn't going to ask, then Poe didn't feel he owed any answers. So, he began to read, using his thumb to turn the page when needed. Once in a while he'd make a sound like a "hm" of thought, but otherwise the only other noises were the distant steps in the hallway or the caw of outside birds.

His free hand remained on Scrooge, occasionally stroking his head like he was a large cat instead of an actual person.

The book, if Scrooge dared to look at the cover, was in fact one about mathematics.

Scrooge knew he shouldn't look. Honestly, he did. He should just lie still and accept the...what was this? Not affection, but still soft.

Regardless, his curiosity eventually got the better of him and he looked at the cover. Mathematics. It still boggled his mind that entire books could be written about addition and subtraction.

Out of the corner of his eye, Poe could see Scrooge looking at the cover. With a click of his tongue tilted the book to the side. "You really can't help yourself, can you."

"How do you write an entire book based on sums?" Scrooge asked, voicing his thoughts aloud without thinking. Then he tensed. "Forgive me, Master."

Poe watched him... then sighed. "Curiosity killed the cat... but satisfaction brought it back. If you insist on learning, you'll do it the right way."

With that, he pulled Scrooge upward, so that he was sitting in Poe's lap, his headright under Poe's beak. He returned to the first page, holding Scrooge to his body as gently as before, and began to read out loud.

Scrooge blinked in surprise but settled in to listen, his eyes focused on the page. He could read, but Poe could read so well. Reading out loud was always difficult for Scrooge, but Poe was doing so with such ease.

He listened intently, looking over the diagrams on the page as the instructions in the paragraphs referred to them. The sort of mathematics that were in this book were extremely advanced.

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