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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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.

Poe would make sure to look at Scrooge's eyes and face every so often as he read, seeing where Scrooge would get confused and need elaboration. When that happened, Poe would re-read the section, and then break it down into simpler terms.

It was... odd. Poe was no teacher, never had been. Nor was Magica ever a student - yes, they both learned from their elders, but Magica was more the creative type, the one who came up with her own spells and potions rather than copy the books. Poe admired her for that. But he couldn't say he disliked this. It was just... very new, to be listened to rather than straight-up obeyed.

Hours passed like this as the sun began to set. Every now and then his hand would idly play with Scrooge's tailfeathers.

Every time Poe would play with his tailfeathers, those same tailfeathers would flick about. He was fascinated by just how complex numbers could get.

He listened, enraptured. He tried to understand things on the first try, frowning in thought.

During one pause when Poe was clearly going to backtrack, Scrooge asked about something that had been read earlier, relating it back to the present topic. The topics seemed similar...but he likely was wrong.

So Scrooge really could learn. He was connecting points, not just merely nodding along. This was intriguing. Poe straightened up, commending Scrooge and admitting that, yes, the slave was correct. He'd gotten it right.

Which was rewarded with a squeeze on his rump. This sweet little face, and the will to learn more than what he'd been handed... it was a dangerous combination.

Scrooge beamed, wiggling a bit against Poe's body at the squeeze on his rump. He was pleasing Poe. Finally.

He settled back in, prepared to continue with the book if Poe decided to keep reading.

Just as Magica often deluded herself into thinking Scrooge was grateful for the cruelties she could inflict on him, Poe was also interpreting things another way. Maybe this had been Scrooge's plan all along - getting Poe's guard down to try and entice him.

He couldn't say it wasn't working.

Purring, Poe pulled Scrooge closer, rubbing Scrooge's backside. "You learn quickly. It takes much to impress me, but you've accomplished it."

Scrooge smiled at Poe. "Thank you, Master."

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd pleased Poe so much, but if learning from Poe pleased the man, then Scrooge would do all he could to learn from him. Scrooge could be quite curious, but very few magic people would ever dream to satiate that curiosity. Scrooge was a slave. Slaves were not allowed to learn certain things.

Well, it was just mathematics. No one would kill him for that.

And in the end, what could a mere slave do with that knowledge anyway? He was no threat to the coven's power. Surely Scrooge knew that - so obviously he was just buttering up Poe with this whole act.

"There really is so much I could teach you." Poe closed the book with one hand, intending to demonstrate exactly that. With another firm squeeze, he pulled Scrooge in close to kiss him.

Scrooge kissed Poe back, adjusting himself so he didn't have to strain his neck as much against the collar. Blasted thing was in the way.

"Like what, Master?" he asked softly once their lips parted.

Poe looked at him in disbelief. He really took the whole innocent act far, didn't he? That, or he was both the dumbest and smartest slave alive.

There was a moment of hesitation, but Poe did unclick the collar and let it roll off Scrooge's body. "There are things only men can understand about our fellow man." And while he did love Magica, he doubted she had much creativity when it came to the bedroom.

Scrooge blinked at him, particularly as his collar was removed. Without thinking, he reached up to touch the stunted feathers, closing his eyes to enjoy the air on his neck.

"You mean sex, Master?" Scrooge asked, knowing the likely answer.

Poe bit down the "well, duh" that threatened to leave his mouth. The ridiculousness of the question also helped cool down his body warmth. He grumbled, tilting his head back...

... allowing him to see his very amused twin at the doorway.

"I was wondering why you two were late for dinner." She mused. "And here I thought you didn't like him, Poe."

Poe made an embarrassed, gruntled noise. It would've have been impossible to pull the "It's not what it looks like" excuse when he'd been trying to get Scrooge to straddle him mere seconds ago. "I can be wrong. Sometimes."

Scrooge still didn't understand quite what Poe had been after. Sex, obviously, but how? Up until the night before, he'd never had sex with a man before.

He looked to his collar, knowing that Magica or Poe was going to have to put it back on. Still, there was nothing for it.

"Forgive me, Mistress."

Magica waved it off. "Far be it for me to disrupt you two. I'll have dinner brought here." After all, her favorite men were getting along. This was good, she didn't want to have to choose between them.

... Not that she ever would. She shook the thought from her head.

As Magica left to fetch their meals, Poe rolled his eyes, opening the book back up again. He wasn't going to try for sex again with his sister interrupting.

Scrooge shifted back into place, looking towards the book with interest. True, he was going to have to make up the lost work time later, but for now? He was content to listen and learn.

Poe managed to get in half a lesson before Magica returned with three servings and drinks. Naturally, a slave carried them, but he was all but thrown out with the door slammed in his face before he could see Scrooge wasn't wearing a collar.

"I don't know what you two could possibly find so interesting in books like that." Magica said as she took a seat at a propped up table.

"Just think of it as one less thing to worry about, Magica."

Scrooge opened his mouth to respond but shut it right away. Should he give a response or had she just been addressing Poe?

Poe closed the book, and lightly patted Scrooge's rump to make him move. "Come on, let's eat."

"Poe has a nasty habit of getting so caught up in his books, he forgets to eat." Magica sighed, definitely addressing Scrooge this time. "Try not to make it a habit for yourself."

"Of course not, Mistress. I wouldn't want to get too far behind on my duties," Scrooge told her, hoping that was the right answer for this situation.

"And make sure Poe doesn't starve to death, if you're going to keep up your lessons together."

So, Magica approved? Well... in the end, it was harmless. Poe began to eat. "You worry too much about me, sister."

"I would be happy to do so, Mistress," Scrooge said, relieved that Magica wasn't telling him to stop the lessons.

Magica waved her hand, inviting Scrooge to eat with them. "I imagine you must be hungry."

Scrooge walked over to stand beside the table. He picked up the wine bottle to top off their glasses before taking a small bit of the bounty.

Poe and Magica made idle chit-chat. Asking why he was reading such and such, because sometimes the mind needs refreshing, how goes the proposal, ugh don't even mention it...

When Scrooge was finally coerced into sitting down, Magica looked at him. "How many chores do you have left for the rest of the evening?"

Scrooge hesitated for a moment. "I am always at your beck and call, Mistress."

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