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, Mistress."

Well, he'd better stop eating then. He had quite a list to work on.

But when Scrooge pulled away from his meal, Poe began to comment. "He works on an empty stomach? I thought you took better care of him than that, given your mother hen-ing."

Magica narrowed her eyes. "He'll finish his plate, and you'll finish your nagging, Poe."

Scrooge froze. Oh dear. He had to finish his plate but he also needed to work if she expected him in bed...

Now what?

Poor Scrooge, an unknowing pawn between the siblings' spat. The two stared at one another in silence until Magica broke it.

"Eat." She commanded. "We don't need to pleasure each other tonight. I imagine you still need recovering." Besides, she enjoyed cuddling with Scrooge even if it led to nothing.

Poe snorted, but didn't add on. She was really going to hang that over his head for a while, wasn't she?

"...Yes, Mistress."

He resumed eating though had picked up the pace a little. He needed to get done so he could get his chores done in a reasonable amount of time and still do what Magica asked, after all.

Now the meal was eaten in stone cold silence. No idle chit-chat, no talk of the coven. Just utensils being used, the occasional sip.

In a way, the silence was deafening. It was obvious the twins weren't used to being so quiet with one another, but they were both so full of pride neither of them would make a move.

Why should Poe apologize? Slaves were meant to be used by magics, and Scrooge had clearly gotten over the pain. Besides, wasn't Poe's pleasure more important?

Poe should apologize! He knew that Scrooge hadn't been with a man, and more importantly, Scrooge belonged to Magica - hurting one of her things was like hurting herself.

Scrooge finished his meal, ducking his head. "I need to finish my duties, Mistress, Master." He took care to say Magica's title first since she'd been his first owner of the duo. He then went to retrieve his collar.

Magica smiled, waving her hand to dismiss him. "I'll see you later, Scrooge."

Poe said nothing. Magica would finish her meal not too long after, and once both of them were gone, and he was alone in his room... he'd throw his glass at a wall.

Clearly, he should have come home sooner to prevent all this.

And given that Scrooge was Magica's -- and by extension Poe's -- personal slave, who did he think was going to have to clean that up?

Not right away at least. Scrooge hurried to the library to get those chores done, then rushed to the kitchen for the next set of chores. The cook glowered at him, muttering about lazy slaves being rewarded and being especially sickened by a McDuck getting special treatment. Scrooge just went about his duties and prayed for an easy end of his day.

No such luck. He had to deliver a before bedtime snack to Poe's room. He held the tray in one hand as he knocked on the door.

"Master, I brought something for you form the kitchens."

"Enter."

Poe was on the bed again, reading a different book. But this time he was half-naked, save for a towel wrapped around his nether region. In an attempt to calm down, he'd taken a long bath, and was now trying to distract himself with words on the page.

The glass remains were still on the floor, ignored.

Scrooge did so, looking at the shards on the floor. he mentally groaned but said nothing out loud. Instead, he walked over to place the tray down on the bedside table.

"Is there anything else you need, Master?"

"Gods know I can't keep you around for too long, lest sister dear gets worried I'm killing you." Poe snarked, turning the page.

Scrooge gave a very quiet sigh, hoping Poe didn't hear. "Very well, Master."

He then turned and walked over to the mess, bending over to start carefully picking up the shards of glass...and unintentionally giving Poe an excellent view of his posterior.

Of course Poe saw. The little harlot really was trying to stoke Poe's fire - maybe the real intention was to drive a wedge between the twins and thus take down the clan from the inside. A pathetic plan, but not without merit. But the Spell's bond was strong! One bad day wouldn't undo decades of trust and loyalty.

He was still going to give Scrooge a squeeze.

Scrooge's tailfeathers twitched at the squeeze, and Scrooge turned his head to give Poe a small smile. He had no idea that he was unintentionally playing into Poe's fantasy.

He finished picking up the glass and went to dispose of it before returning with a rag to try and soak up the wine.

Poe licked his lips. How much longer did Scrooge have before he had to retreat to Magica's side?

He glanced at his dessert. "... Was dinner enough for you?"

"It was very good, Master."

It was certainly better than what he'd eaten growing up. He'd been malnourished like many slaves.

"I said was it enough." Poe corrected. "Are you still hungry?"

"...A little," he mumbled, lowering his head and blushing.

Scrooge could be cute, even if it was just an act.

"Come here." Poe picked up part of his dessert - fruits and chocolates - and held it out to Scrooge's mouth.

Now this. This Scrooge knew. Magica had done this before.

He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Poe's fingers before taking the morsel into his mouth.

"Mmm...it's good."

It didn't occur to Poe that Scrooge was merely copying what he knew from Magica. To him, Scrooge was purposely being more delectable than the desserts.

Poe swallowed, trying to control himself. He couldn't afford to pounce on Scrooge and get Magica angry at him again. Just a little playful flirting... that's all this would be.

Poe picked up another one to feed Scrooge again. "My sister must start taking better care of you, if she leaves you so hungry..."

Scrooge took the chocolate into his mouth, closing his eyes as he made a pleased "mmmm".

"Thank you, Master, but it's the kitchen that adjusts the portion sizes."

And they'd very quickly realized who the extra plate was for.

Poe chuckled - it was so easy for Scrooge to throw the other servants under the bus. He'd have to look into that.

"Poor thing." He traced Scrooge's lips with his fingers before picking up a third piece. "All the praise and promise Magica heaps on you, and she still lets you get mistreated."

He shook his head. "She's been very good to me, Master. She even placed a distelfink on me to protect me."

It's just there were ways to get around it.

"But this is nothing new: I'm of the McDuck bloodline."

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