working-dreamer replied to your post “dimeshipping ficlet idea”
W R I T E I T P L E A S E
HA WELL I don’t have it in me to write the entire thing but I can try to do the most important scene ;P
This was one of the greatest acting challenges of Scrooge’s long life as an adventurer, and with every piece of treasure he destroyed, it was getting harder to keep it up. Still, if the plan was to work... goodbye, priceless vase - smashed to the floor, while Magica let out another giddy cackle, spinning around in his office chair.
“Oh, this is the best night of my life!” She squealed, clapping in delight. “I can’t imagine how many millions that was worth!”
“Six point two hundred.” Scrooge said bitterly, wishing he had gotten the recommended insurance way back when, but then he doubted many insurance companies covered “forced to destroy it as I need to pretend to be evil to distract a wicked sorceress.” Biting back a sigh, he slid back into the act, smoothing down his robes. “But it means nothing to me anymore! None of this does! I’ve finally discovered something greater than finding treasure... destroying it, so no one else can have it!” He finished it with a maniacal laugh, having heard so many of those in his years that he could do it in his sleep.
Magica let out another pleased giggle, sliding out of his chair and putting her wand aside - if only that blasted thing could be broken, then she’d be no threat. For now, she summoned a map and spread it across his desk. “Next, we strike your friends at SHUSH! Betraying each and every single one of your allies... it’s the perfect revenge! The most powerful secret agency in the world, ruined in one night, by Scrooge McDuck!” She was so caught up in her planning and gloating that she failed to hear the tiny shuffles in the air vents above.
Scrooge, however, heard them just fine, and smiled. A small part of him had been worried that Donald wouldn’t catch on, but much to his relief it appeared that the plan was working. If his family could grab the wand, this whole nightmare would be over.
“Although...” Magica paused momentarily, cupping her chin in thought. “I wonder, perhaps, if it would be even worse for you if I gave you freedom, temporarily.”
Scrooge’s smile vanished abruptly. “What?”
“What if I gave you back your empathy, so you could see with your own eyes all that you’ve wrecked?” Magica mused, strumming her fingers on his desk. “And then I could turn you back into your evil self, and then go back and forth, letting you know that you were trapped eternally under my fingers! Yes, that would be marvelous, a cage of your own doing!”
Well... that wasn’t good, for several reasons. First and foremost, if she tried to “free” him now, she’d realize he was never cursed at all, and things would snowball from there. Plus, he needed to keep her away from the wand, so his nephews could grab it. Scrooge’s eyes flew all over the room, trying to think of an idea - he wasn’t smarter than the smarties for nothing - and noticed that one of the few things that was left intact was his classic phonograph, with a tango ready to play.
Scrooge raised an eyebrow. Hm. Hmmm. It’d been a while since he tried this particular tactic on anyone, but it seemed like the best option for now, though he was fully aware that once this was episode was over, he’d never hear the end of it from the kids. Oh well. With a click of his tongue, he nudged the phonograph with his cane, letting it skip a bit before it began playing timed notes. “As... amazing as that sounds, don’t you think we’re rushing things a bit?”
Magica kept her back to him, making a few notes on the map. “Rushing what?”
“I don’t think there’s a need to turn me be back into my fuddy-duddy ways so soon.” Scrooge calmly walked up behind her, glancing once at the vents - he caught a glimpse of Donald’s eye color, nodded once, and resumed his tactic. “The night is young, and there’s so much more we can do celebrate your victory.” With that, he placed his hand on her shoulder.
(In the vents, Donald quietly groaned. “Oh, I hate it when he does this.”
Naive as ever, the triplets blinked at their uncle, with Dewey taking the lead. “Does what?”)
Magica, for the moment, was equally befuddled as she turned her head towards him. “It’s my victory, so I get to decide...” Her threat trailed off because when, just when, had Scrooge gotten that close to her? ... And why was music playing? “Scrooge?”
Scrooge merely smirked, his eyes taking on a certain twinkle as he took her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. “Maybe it’s the spell talking, but... I’ve always found you very attractive, Magica.”
(Donald quickly slapped his hands over Dewey and Huey’s mouths, with Webby covering Louie’s, to prevent the giant “EWWWW!” that threatened to escape their beaks. “Keep it together, guys!” Webby whispered. “We need to get the wand! Unlock the hatch, and we’ll use what we have to pick it up! Keep your breakfast in your bellies, boys!”)
Several notes of music kept playing while Magica tried to register what had just been said and who had just said it. It was if there was a sixteen-car-pile-up crash in her head and she hadn’t been wearing a seat beat. As a result, all she could think of to say was a very undignified “Uh.”
“Yes, I know, all very sudden and what-not.” Scrooge continued, suddenly spinning Magica like a toy top until she was properly dizzy, then clasping her back and hand, stepping in tune to the music which had picked up a bit of speed. “Maybe it’s the moonlight reflecting in those gorgeous eyes of yours-”
“Wait-” Magica found herself moving to a song she’d never heard of before.
“Or perhaps it’s just that delicious voice of yours that keeps luring me-”
“Hang on a second-” Was she being twirled?!
“But I think deep down,” Scrooge went on, dipping Magica so low that she was genuinely surprised his back didn’t snap in two. “You’ve always felt a spark between us.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”
(In the vents, a plan had been devised and was finally being into action. With the hatch open, they stuck a heavy wad of gum to the hook of Webby’s grappling hook, intending to use it as a fishing rod. They began to slowly string it down... when Donald accidentally let go of the hatch door, letting it crash to the floor. )
Magica jerked - “What was that?” and would have turned her head at the noise, had Scrooge not yanked her in deeply and planed the deepest kiss he could possibly muster at his age on her lips.
(Thankfully this time the screams from the triplets died in their throats, with Donald rolling his eyes at their near-fainting reactions. This wasn’t quite how he planned to tell them about the birds and the bees. Dewey made a whining, pitiful sound. “Ooooh maaaan, it’s not really going to work, is it?”)
One second passed - then two - but on second three, Magica’s arm slid around Scrooge’s neck until her hand found the back of his head, her eyes closed, returning every bit of passion that she’d been given. Her body pressed close to his, the music now slowing down to a melodic interlude. It didn’t look like either of them were coming up for air anytime soon.
(The triplets informed Donald that if he’d simply told them that a part of adventuring required this, he could have scared them off adventuring altogether a long time ago. Webby resumed ‘fishing’.)
When they finally parted, which felt like ages to everyone, Magica licked her lips, her smile now far more venomous. “My, my, my,” she purred, her arms hanging around Scrooge’s neck. “I like this new side of you, Scroogie.”
“We’ve got fifteen years to make up for,” Scrooge replied, making sure to roll the ‘r’ in every word he could. During his life, he found that many a mate often swooned at his accent, so it was best to up it whenever he needed to. “It’s high-time we got a head-start on it, darrrling.”
“Mmm... I suppose I can wait just a tiny bit longer to turn you back.” She idly stroked the underside of his beak, never realizing how long she hadn’t had mortal warmth until right now. “As long as you can make it worth my while.”
“You should know by now that Scrooge McDuck and ‘worth’ go hand-in-hand. Whatever I want, I get. And in this case...” Time for round two, as he seized her lips again, and this time there was immediate reciprocation. The dance was forgotten about completely, unless there had been many changes to the art form since Magica was gone, since she certainly didn’t know any that involved grabbing your female partner’s leg and hoisting them up so you could grab their thigh.
(”Please get that wand faster,” Dewey begged.
Webby gave her friend a hot glare before resuming her work. “Will you guys just chill already? Technically he’s done this before!”
Louie blinked. “What you mean, ‘technically’?”
“She’s been in the dime for fifteen years, right?” Webby explained, oblivious to Donald’s frantic flailing to try and make her shut up. “And we’ve all seen how many times he’s kissed it. Sure, he probably made sure to avoid her side, but she was still in there.”
This thought had never occurred to the triplets before, and it was perhaps one of the worst cases of bad timing in history, as this time they could no longer restrain their united disgust.
“EWWWW-NOOOO-OH MY GOOOSH-”
THUDHTHUDTHUDHTHUDTHUD)
All that sound and movement wound up causing the entire family to fall right out of the vents, landing right on the floor in a big heap of feathers, and there was no amount of making-out in the world that could distract Magica from that. She stared at the fallen family, then snapped her head back to Scrooge, who wore a very nervous smile, innocently wiggling his fingers. “Uh... don’t suppose you’d fancy a foxtrot, next?”