#donagica

[thevaudevilledemon]

I wanted to write something for my new ship before the year was over.

To all Magicstones and Dimeshippers out there, I apologize but I’m going to be making some competition.

I don’t think this is very well written, but I wanted to get something down. So umm... I guess criticism is fine but like, be aware I already wish I didn’t share this so...

Stuck Together Duck

Characters: Donald Duck (Main), Magica De Spell (Main), Gladstone Gander (Cameo), Scrooge McDuck (Cameo), Miss Quackfaster (Cameo)

Plot: After another failed dime robbery attempt, Magica finds herself stuck to Donald Duck of all people, but maybe this isn’t the bad thing they initially believe.

Scrooge could feel something was up. Years of fighting off greedy and unscrupulous assailants had given the old duck a sense of foreboding, he could always tell when something was about to happen. He hunched over his desk and kept his eyes on the office door, what he was anticipating, even he couldn't know, maybe Donald would storm in warning of a Beagle Boy attack, maybe Rockerduck would waltz in with something to brag about, or maybe the tax collector would walk through the door, he did not know, but he knew something was coming, or rather, someone. It did not take to long for the door to open with a loud FOOF, and the maniacal cackling of an Italian witch filled the room. "A-HA-HA-HA, Good Morning Scroogie" Magica said mockingly. "You witch,' Scrooge shot up and began to reach for his garlic gun, 'I've got a barrel full of garlic with your name on it." Before he could grab the firearm, Magica cast a simple pushing spell to shove Scrooge back into his chair, and the threw what appeared to be a pasty white marble at him. It landed on Scrooge and his chair with a kind of SPLCH sound and covered both miser and object in a thick white smoke. When it had cleared, Scrooge felt the same as he had before, and he almost felt like gloating about another one of Magica's failed spells, until he tried to open his mouth. "Oh what's the matter Scroogie? Glued to your seat I presume?" Magica cackled once more at her bad joke, but mostly at Scrooge's misfortune, before continuing to speak, mostly to herself, she doesn't know why she likes to speak her thoughts out loud, maybe it's all a part of the gloating process. "With these sticky spell bombs, I have managed to glue all your security to the floor, and with twenty-four hours until the spell wears off, it gives me all the time in the world to melt your precious number one dime into a powerful amulet." At this point, Scrooge had heard this song and dance before, but knew that there was very little chance of him getting his dime back. "I shouldn't need anything, but just in case I missed a guard, I have an extra sticky spell bomb to keep the dime secured to my fingers." The bomb she pulled from her purse was only slightly larger than the dime. Of course, the immediate flaw was obvious to Scrooge, if she kept the dime on her finger, that would give Scrooge just enough time to reach Mount Vesuvius before Magica could melt his dime. Thankfully, Scrooge was unable to voice these thoughts so Magica was most likely unaware of this issue, like she was also unaware that she did not glue Miss Quackfaster to anything, so she was able to call for Donald to race by and try to stop Magica. It was unfortunate luck for both of them that as Magica was leaving, Donald was running right into the office. Magica, with her hands reaching out, slammed right into Donald, who as luck would have it, raised his hands to try and keep her from ramming directly into him. A small cloud of white smoke coated both of their hands, the dime flew out of Magica's and bounced onto the floor before rolling towards a floor vent, thankfully stopping just before rolling into it. Of course, neither Magica nor Donald noticed this, as the former was yelling at the latter, and vice versa. "You oafish prat!" Magica yelled. "ME oafish? You ran right into me!" "You should have seen me coming through and ran off to cower like you usually do!" "That's rich, coming from the woman whose afraid of soap!" "Oh you think you're so smart!" Magica tried to walk off to pick up the dime, only to be stopped by a force holding her back. She turned and glared at Donald, "You can let go of my hand now." "Me? Why don't you let go of my hand?" "Well I would but...' she suddenly realized what had happened, 'Oh no..." She began to violently shake her hand, flex every muscle in her arm, she even planted her foot on Donald's chest, which really irritated him because she was wearing heels. She slapped at Donald's hand, even smacked it against Scrooge's desk, but her hand was still firmly locked with Donald's. "NO! Curses and Hexes, my last sticky spell bomb went off and stuck our hands together." "Well fine, cast a spell to counter it!" "It only wears off after twenty-four hours." "WAK! Twenty-four hours stuck to you of all people? I'd rather be super glued to Fethry!" "I'm not exactly excited to be stuck to you all day either." "Uncle Scrooge, what can we do?" Scrooge made a low growling sound, but gave no reply. "Scrooge has been glued completely, he can't open his mouth or leave his chair. I don't even think he can blink." "Creepy..." Miss Quackfaster had entered the office at this point and saw the rather unusual sight, which at this point was just another Tuesday for her. "What magical malady has happened this time?" She asked half dry, half of concern. "Uncle Scrooge is glued to his chair and I'm glued to Magica." Donald replied in anger. Quackfaster sighed, "Oh dear, looks like someone is going to have to take care of your Uncle's business for today." "Do you think you could do that? I need to wash my hands." Donald glared at Magica as he added that last part. "Well, I suppose, for a little extra pay." Scrooge almost exploded in rage, but being still and silent, nobody could tell. "Quite frankly, I should be paid for being stuck to Magica all day. I'm just thankful Daisy's at her parents this week." "Oh, you're afraid of your girlfriend seeing you holding a prettier woman's hand?" "I would be if I actually was. Come on!' Donald yanked Magica out of the office, 'We need to find a way to separate us fast." Quackfaster closed the door behind them, picked up Scrooge's dime and replaced it in its special case. She then walked over to Scrooge and looked at his desk. "I don't suppose you have a schedule for today, do you Mr. McDuck?" A tiny sound of embarrassment was audible through Scrooge's glued beak, evidently, he did not make one.

Donald and Magica looked very much like a grumpy pair of children in a get-along shirt, faces so full of vitriol and hatred that they'd probably kill someone if they could get away with it. Thankfully, most of the security guards were glued to the floor, some had a single hand glued to a wall, and one more was fighting to peel his baton off of his hand. Donald and Magica eventually made it outside. "Alright, where to now?" Magica demanded an answer. "My house, and quickly, the less I'm seen with you the better." Donald suddenly felt his arm being raised over his head, then his feet lifted from the ground, he looked down to the see the path to his Uncle's office building getting narrower and the grass taking up more of his view. He then looked up. "HEY! No flying!" "You said you wanted to get there quickly." "And discreetly!' he snapped back, 'besides, I'm not particularly fond of hanging from your hand while a hundred feet in the air." Magica rolled her eyes and began to descend. "Fine,' she puffed 'you aren't exactly a light load anyway." Donald managed to touch the ground and began to stomp toward his car. "I'm not sitting in that." "Oh yes you are, unless you have a better idea." "Several, but you'd complain about them too." Donald tugged on his arm so hard that Magica practically flew into the car. "Close the door, and I'll get us home as quickly as possible." "I hope you drive better than you argue." Magica slammed the door, partially hoping the 313 would shatter into pieces, but it didn't. Donald left the key in the ignition, but unfortunately for him, the ignition was on his right side, the hand that was currently glued to Magica's. "Well genius?" "Could you turn the ignition for me?" Donald tried to sound less angry when he asked, but Magica only scoffed. "I'd rather not, unless you ask me really, really nicely." Magica had a large and wicked smile across her face, but it was quickly wiped off when a familiar voice rang through her (and Donald's) ears. "Well, well. What have we got here?" Magica turned and looked, her face began to flush. Gladstone Gander had a smug grin on his face and was leaning into the car. "Gladstone Gander, what are you doing here?" Magica always seemed to demand an answer, never ask. "Well, I was on my way to visit my favorite Uncle, when I just so happened to spot you and Donald in the air, seeing Donald dangle up there made me chuckle, so I snapped a couple photos to share around." Gladstone shifted his vision to look at Donald, silently fuming, he then noticed something peculiar, then took another picture as he smiled. "Well, it looks as though Donald and Magica are holding hands, isn't that lovely. I think Daisy would love to see this photo." Donald snapped, "Show it to her and I'll wring your neck faster than Uncle Scrooge when you swallowed that nickel!" Magica could barely handle the sheer volume of Donald's anger, and Gladstone chuckled. "Well cousin, it's been fun, but I'm off to see Uncle Scrooge, maybe he'll be glad to see me this time." Gladstone chuckled to himself as he walked off. Donald sat there fuming, Magica sat there in a mixture of ear-bleeding, emotional confusion and hatred. She reached her right hand over to the ignition and turned it until the car started. "Let's go." Magica huffed, Donald asked no questions, put the pedal to the metal and sped off, slowing down to the speed limit quickly.

The drive went fairly smooth, some pedestrians did stop and stare, wondering what Scrooge's nephew was doing with one of his arch nemeses. Otherwise, there was no issue. Donald and Magica were silent the entire ride, both glaring in different directions, Donald glaring at the road, Magica to her side. They had a small snafu when they parked in the driveway, where they had forgotten their hands were stuck to each other and tried to get out their separate ways. Donald, having already opened his door, led Magica out of the car and into his house. "The boys are at Grandma's farm for a couple of days helping her with the farm chores. We'll have the whole day to figure out how to get rid of this." Magica hummed, this house was disgustingly quaint, very little in the way of an actual motif. Magica was tugged along towards the kitchen, with Donald angrily continuing. "We'll start with basic soap and water, maybe it will melt you in the process." "Charming." Donald began to fill the kitchen sink with soapy water as soon as he reached it, then began to roll up his sleeve, asking Magica to do the same. Magica either seemed to want to make this more difficult for Donald, or wasn't paying attention, though after half a minute of no response, the sink was full and Donald was not waiting any longer. He raised his and Magica's hand, still no response, and while glaring daggers at Magica, threw their hands into the sink, splashing water over the both of them. "Hey!" "I told you to roll up your sleeve." "A true gentleman would roll it up for me." "Etiquette lessons from a witch who lives in a shack." "Please, an Italian shack is a million times greater than one of your American houses." "Except these houses are big enough to hold your ego." Donald raised his and Magica's hands out of the soapy sink, still stuck together. He thrust the hands back in and grabbed a brush. "Hey, that tickles!" Donald ignored her and kept on brushing, raising their hands from the soapy water again, still stuck. Donald than grabbed an abrasive sponge and scrubbed harder. Still their hands were stuck together. Donald than reached for the steel wool. "Donald, stop! You'll take our feathers off that way." Part of Donald didn't care, but than again, if the steel wool didn't work... "Fine.' he huffed as he pulled the sink plug and grabbed a towel. 'What else can we do?" "I have a magic book in my purse, it could have a separation spell." "Fine, we'll try that." Magica held out her purse while Donald dug through it, he could feel multiple odd talismans, some coins, a tube of lip balm, a couple wrapped restaurant mints, some receipts, what felt like a wallet size photograph, and finally, deep into the bag, a small handbook. He pulled it out, "Pocket book guide to quick and easy counter-spells and hex removers" was written in fancy gold lettering. He tossed it onto the kitchen counter and Magica began to skim through it, flipping through pages with her free hand. She stopped when she found what she was looking for. "A-ha! Separation spell, when two beings are magically joined together, this spell will bring them apart." "Good, let's try it out." Donald couldn't keep the hopeful excitement of his face, and Magica was also grinning like a Cheshire cat. Unfortunately, her grin lessened as she read the page. "Oh no, we need a wand to use it." "Why? What does a wand do that regular witches can't?" "Well wands are often an extension of the spell caster, plus their own magical prowess can enhance the wielders magic, and even hold onto a very specific type of ability, like that wand I used to turn you and your kids into animals." (Oddball Odyssey - Uncle Scrooge No. 361) "My nephews.' Donald coughed before continuing the conversation, 'So a wand can make a witch stronger and also have their own magical powers?" "So, the dunderhead can be taught." Magica had a smug grin on her face at this remark. "I'm going to take it you don't have a wand." "Of course not, you and your Uncle and those annoying triplets of yours keep breaking all my wands." "Well that idea's a dud, anything else?" "Unless you're willing to saw of your arm." "Maybe not mine." The two stood in silence before they began to snicker at the exchange.

Within a couple minutes, the two were already laughing and joking around. "...And can you believe the things that come out of his mouth?' Donald said through heavy gasps before imitating his Uncle Scrooge, 'I have a story for each and every coin in this here bin, blah blah bah." Magica was close to tears, "I can believe that, during one attempt to steal his dime, he showed me other piles of dimes around his house,' she snorted, 'like they were all little people." The two again howled with laughter. "Ah, sometimes my Uncle drives me crazy." Donald and Magica quit laughing. "Yeah,' Magica sighed, 'honestly, I'd rather be his relative than my Uncle's. He hated magic after my parents..." "Something happened to them didn't they?" Donald had sympathy in his face, and Magica looked away. "It isn't important. My Uncle just... wanted to keep me safe." Donald was silent for a bit. "I was raised mostly by my grandmother, Uncle Scrooge barely knew me or my sister by name when my parents died." "Really? It seems like you two are always together now." "Well, my nephews and I are the last known relatives to him. I think he wants to impart some old McDuck wisdom on us. I could really care less." "You don't want his fortune?" "I can be a rich man fishing, or I can be a poor duck fishing, it doesn't matter to me. I just need money to feed my kids." "Okay, are they your kids or your nephews? You keep referring to them both ways." Donald chuckled, "Right, I've been raising them for so long, they kind of have become my kids. They're actually my sister's kids, but I've been raising them since they were hatchlings." "There father?" "I've only met their father once, and Della never actually talked about him after." "Were you two close?" "We were twins, we were closer than anyone else in the family. Grandma actually tells me that when we were taking our first steps, we helped each other. She helped me with my model ships, I helped her with her model planes, we were better friends than anyone else." "So what happened?" "What d'you mean?" "Why did she leave her kids with you?" "Oh, well she volunteered for an experimental flight, a jet that could reach outer space. It was a mission that was only meant to take her a month at most." Donald looked away, a sullen expression on his face. "She never returned, did she?" "Look, I love my boys, and I would move mountains for those kids, but the only thing I want to do is give them their mother back.' he paused and looked down, 'I want my sister back." For once in her life, Magica actually looked at Donald with sympathy, here she was, a witch who kept trying to ruin his Uncle and bring misery upon his family, while he has three kids to raise while his sister is lost in space. Magica actually felt sympathetic for Donald, and the scariest part to her, she knew exactly why. "I had a twin brother too.' Donald quickly turned his head to her, puzzled and intrigued. 'His name was Poe." "Poe? That's a rather simple name for a magical family?" "Well, Magica is not actually my real name, it's...' she hesitated, but she felt like she could trust Donald, much more than she could trust anyone else, 'It's actually Amelia. We tend to give ourselves fake names to protect ourselves from greater magic." "Ah.' Donald paused, he knew nobody was around to hear him, so he felt he could say it, 'Amelia is a nice name." Magica blushed a little, "Thank you.' she coughed and then continued her story. 'Poe and I were, well not as inseparable as you and Della seemed to be, but we were still thick as thieves. Eventually, when I began to make my own way in the world, Poe decided to stay behind to continue his studies. We kept in contact, and he eventually got married and had a daughter, my niece Minima. He later adopted another daughter, but I've only met her twice." "What did Poe study?" "Trans-dimensional Theory, he was working on using magic to create portals to alternate universes, different dimensions, co-existing realities, and one day it actually worked." Magica's voice cracked a little as she finished, Donald immediately knew what happened. "He also never came back... did he?" Magica began to bawl, she wrapped her free hand around Donald and wept into his shoulder. She never told anyone about any of this before, and now that she was able to tell someone, it was too much. "I wish I had as close a relationship with my nieces and you do your nephews. Then it would be like having my brother nearby me at all times." Magica raised her left hand to wipe away some tears. Then she threw it around Donald, then they both noticed something, they were hugging each other. With both arms. "Our hands..."Magica began. "They're free!" "But how?" Magica was befuddled, she moved both her hands around wiggling each finger as though she just had a cast removed, Donald was doing the same thing. "I think some of your tears landed on our hands, it must of been the salt water that did the trick." "Salt water, why didn't we think of that?" "Why didn't you read it in the spell book?" Donald had a playful tone to his voice, which Magica was aware of. "I might of if I had the dime stuck to my fingers instead of your hand.' she chuckled, 'But then again, I guess it wasn't bad to be stuck to you today." Donald was a little shocked at this revelation, but he smiled. He couldn't disagree, being stuck to Amelia was not the worst thing he could imagine.

"And you figured that salt water countered the spell?" Scrooge McDuck was trying desperately to understand the story Donald told him. Of course, he left out everything about him and Magica finding common ground, and did not even allude to Magica having a different name. He and Miss Quackfaster were coating Scrooge and his office chair with light amounts of warm salt water, he was already able to talk, blink and move his head and fingers. Gladstone was not doing much, but he was making more salt water for the rest of the people that were hit by Magica's sticky spell bombs. "Yep, we tried everything else, soap, steel wool, magic, but in the end, all we needed was salt water." "Hmm' Gladstone huffed, 'if that were me, I could have found that out before I even left the office." "Why Gladstone, are you jealous that I got to hold Magica's hand for most of the day while you had to work?" "Bah! I wouldn't be all high and mighty if I were you, remember I still have those...' Gladstone looked at his camera, 'What happened to my photos?" Donald couldn't help but snicker, before Magica left, Donald asked her to do something about the photos Gladstone took. Of course, Magica was very happy to oblige since she was also not eager to have anyone in her family see them. "Well, you found how to nullify the spell, and that's all that matters." Scrooge couldn't help but find the scenario a little suspicious, but then again, he knows Donald also exaggerates sometimes, so he figured it was little more than that. "And as long as that witch learned her lesson' Miss Quackfaster piped up, 'We can hope she never uses those sticky spell bombs again." Donald agreed, but felt deep down that Magica wasn't going to just drop those little white marbles so quickly, and though he couldn't see, he was right. All the way in Italy, Magica was placing the three sticky spell bombs she left at her home and placing them in a small chest, placing them alongside some wild posies that had withered a little, but still reminded her of that one failed attempt where she found something she wasn't looking for. For her, these three sticky spell bombs would remind her of the same thing. She didn't get the dime, but right now, that didn't matter to her.

[thevaudevilledemon]

Me: Thinking about really dramatic adventures for the Duck Family

Also Me: Thinking of a scene where Donald and Magica talk to each other and learn they have a lot in common

Also Also Me: Realizing that Donagica is as good a ship as Magicstone.