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anonymous-existences · 1 month ago

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Chapter 1 : "Dan you Stupid Fu—"

Dan Phantom/Bruce Wayne, from this prompt of mine: Dad!Dan so Uh here's chapter 1:

[𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛]

Dante was with Ellie and Danny, Both had been de-aged because of the GIW and the Fentons, Vlad was still recovering after risking his life to get Danny and Ellie out of the Facility. Dante is now Required to Step Up as the Co-CEO of Dalv. Co. "Has Doing business always been this stressful? I have twins to take care of Sam—" he says in the phone in a tired father tone. "Suck it up, it's a good thing Clockwork is actually helping you and I'm helping you through the Galas and the Schedules you have. Just imagine How Vlad does it." Sam rolled her eyes and laughed. "Have Hope Dante. You can do it. I BELIEVE IN YOUUU!" Tucker yells through the call.

Clockwork looks at Dante and smiles, he was acting as Dante's assistant, although dante is good at the organizing and handling everything. He's not very good with kids. It's a good thing that jazz is there to babysit actually when she can— it's just that she Goes to Work to Arkham and the kids likes to eat the ectoplasm corruption stuff that surrounds her whenever she comes home ... When she <em>Does</em> come home which is rare but welcome. "How's Vlad resting?" Dante asks Clockwork and Clockwork just hums as he handles all the extra paperwork with ease and in a fast pace.

"Frostbite has informed me and I know myself that he'll wake up in approximately... 2 weeks. Do not worry Dante about your children, the Observants are very fond of them when dear little Jasmine is not around and tend to care for them and educate them with humane books. If they didn't I would have banished them back to the Infinite realms." Clockwork chuckled and hums in amusement. "First I become a Ghost King for Danny, Second I become the Co-CEO of Dalv. Co. Three I become a Dad to Twins. Fourth, My Technically Dad Vlad Masters is in a comatose state, and fifth the GIW AND FENTONS still want me and the kids dead." Dante groans. "Sixth, you have to socialize and attend Galas for your Technically Dad Vlad Masters" Sam Adds and he hears Tucker just laughing on the other side of the phone.

Dante let his head fall on the Table as Clockwork chuckled and Took his paperwork and helped him handle them. "Thank you Mentor..." He groans tiredly. "Remember Little King, We still have a gala to attend for Tonight and as Always Jasmine has said she will attend with you to help you escape when possible and if you want to leave smoothly and you need not worry as Sam Manson and Tucker Foley have their day offs today and are willing to babysit the two Little Demonic Chaos Spawns that is the Prince and Princess." Clockwork reassures Dante and pats his head softly.

Dante groans and just Clockwork raises his head and puts a pillow under him, He just goes to take a nap at his desk which he really deserves as he's already very tired from everything. How could this all start because of Danny trusting his Mother and Father?.. Disgusting people. Nocturn who also decided to temporarily work for them and in a human disguise decided to help Around in Dalv. Co. Especially with Finance and now he's official the CFO of the company which has been a great help.

How did Vlad handle all this again? Surely he slept, surely he wasn't always handling everything by himself. If he was then now Dante respects the Man for Handling all of it himself and not letting exhaustion take over his whole soul and Body functions.... Dante soon fell asleep on his desk and Nocturn came over to help suck out the nightmares he occasionally experiences and suffers through, "Clockwork do you think he'll get through two more weeks or are you planning something?" Nocturn asks with an amused smile.

Clockwork smiles back cheekily, "I always have a plan for something." Both Motherfuckers Laughs and Sam and Tucker on the phone still are just dead silent as Sam shakes her head in disbelief and Tucker holding back a smile. "Make it Gay." He mutters on the phone Jokingly, "Well Maybe I should!" Clockwork laughs and Nocturn holding back his own laugh as he can imagine Tucker just dumbfounded as they heard a smack on the other line, presumably Sam smacking Tucker for doing and saying something absolutely stupid Infront of these 2 men who they still label as "Potential Threat" in Danny's Book of Rouges along with some others. "We'll be there at 9 before the Gala." Sam reassured the other Ghosts before hanging up.

[𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢]

"Remember what we discussed?" Jazz asks as she fixes Dante's tie. "Yes, no growling, no hissing, no biting, no excessive flirting, no cursing the living daylights out of people, no letting my emotions get to me and No mentioning of Vlad being sick and just tell the others that do ask that he's on vacation in the Himalayas." Dante lists from the top of his head. "And Don't interact with the Wayne's because?" Jazz adds on, "Because they're Nosy. Got it." Dante just looks determined to get through the night. "Tonight I am your sister because I always was and will be your sister. And Tonight clockwork is merely your butler. And Tonight we will ALSO make sure that you don't get swept away by some hot guy in a suit because you're a simp for people that are both muscular and have a thin waist." She strikes a warning glare at him.

"Yep yep." Dante nods as she pats his chest when she finished fixing his tie. "And if you see a handsome Badboy guy DO NOT, and I shall say again DO NOT introduce them to me because I will fall for them on the spot. Noted?" Jazz says also trying to be single for as long as Possible and Dante laughs whilst nodding which made Jazz smile as she had successfully comforted and made her brother smile once again. Clockwork was smiling pleasantly as he watches the two siblings in the backseat. "We're arriving soon <em>Madame Masters & Sir Masters</em>" Clockwork says with a teasing tone as both tenses up on the spot and fixed their clothing and straightened their backs.

The two out on their poker faces and Dante made sure his pure white long hair was neat and calm unlike it's usual messy and Flame-like appearance, Jazz made sure she looked presentable as to make connections with being a doctor of Arkham Asylum. "We're ready." She smiles gently and lowere her eyelids, to look almost as if she's judging or mesmerized by the sight of anyone or even possibly bored, either way her expressions screams "mysterious lady" which made Dante snort. "You look like you're about to fall asleep—" Dante was holding back his laughter and Jazz pinches his side, "ow—" he yelped as he too straightened his expression to look more charismatic and sociable. Also for the sake of connections.

Clockwork parked Infront of the venue and Opened the door for them as they walked side by side with her arm gently and subtly wrapped around his, it's become almost common fact and Implied that Dante Jamie Masters("37" yrs old) was albino because of his Pale Skin, Pure White hair and Red Eyes that is littered with his long white lashes whilst Jasmine Aqua Masters(21 yrs old) Took after her mother's features. Oh to be Rich and Successful, Both These two hated the attention directed to them as Both of them Stood Out with Ease, Jasmine having a Firey Like colored hair and Dante's supposed Albinism made the pair of siblings stand out more than they'd like be.

"Remember the List Dante." She mutters and Dante nods with a soft gentle smile he always saw Vlad use when socializing with people of high society. Hours Passed within the Gala and Jazz was Slightly and mentally panicking as she could not spot where Dante's outstanding white hair could be but she continued to chatter around with the ladies with ease, the ladies being pleased by her manners and "mysterious elegance" she mentally rolled her eyes at that. All that She's doing today is for her remaining family. Dante, Ellie, Vlad and especially her Precious Baby Brother Danny. She keeps a mental note on why she is doing this at all times. But she finds it pleasant to talk with the ladies about girls stuff such as Makeup and Fashion and especially Art. But occasionally they would ask About her job at Arkham Asylum, she would tell them her achievements.

How she has backhanded knocked out Joker who had tried to escape and saw her as his first target and out of instinct she slapped him with the back of her hand and he dropped on the spot that was always Amusing. Or how she was the one to release and Help Harley become a 'better person' esque. Somehow Jazz thanks her childhood being a messy fighting ring 90% of the time as because of that she can effectively pull out a weapon faster than her targeters or The rouges of Arkham Asylum could.

Wait.

She's getting distracted.

Where the Fuck is Dante.

[𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅, 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚎]

Dante thinks he must've drank too many wine glasses, although he kept his composure he found himself chatting with a man who jazz told him not to converse with but here he is. Now... Both of them were making out in the halls where no other people visits, Dante carried them up pinning them to the wall.

Them being Bruce Wayne, he's especially light for Dante's Inhuman Strength. "My— Wow— you're actually very strong just like your size—" Bruce says unexpectedly, both Men drunk.

Was Bruce Wayne always this hot? Jesus Christ. Ancients help him, he's losing sanity and making out with Bruce Wayne in the Gala where Jazz, his sister had told him not to MAKE OUT WITH ANYONE INSIDE. Well you know what. Fuck it. "You're light for someone your size." Dante says softly leaning to Kiss the Back of Bruce's Palm and licking his fingers. "If we want to continue this we could atleast get out of here don't you think?" Bruce pulled Dante's tie and Dante just growls under his breathe taking Bruce Aback. Dante smirked and Took Bruce Away and out of the gala through the backdoors.

Sorry Jazz, I'm gonna do something Naughty tonight. Dan thought to himself as he chuckled and called an Uber To take them to the nearest fkn 5 star Hotel. Bruce was amused and they waited until they got to their hotel room before Continuing what they were doing.

[𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎]

"Clockwork did you plan this?" Jasmine glared at Clockwork who was driving her home after 4 hours of her trying to look for Dante only to find out he's left with Bruce Wayne.. BRUCE WAYNE OF ALL PEOPLE!! THE PEOPLE SHE WARNED HIM NOT TO FUCK, FLIRT OR INTERACT WITH! "I'm getting a migraine..." She stated massaging the bridge of her nose and sides of her forehead as clockwork merely chuckled.

She knew it. Clockwork knew this would happen. Oh Clockwork you— Jazz just groans and upset. "How long will he be gone at the very least?" Jazz asks calmly and tiredly. "Tomorrow by 6 PM." Clockwork smiles cheekily which in turn made jazz groan louder but tried to calm herself and keep herself composed. Alright Jazz just Calm down. You can do this. You can not Not Slap Dante's Head later for his stupidity, he's your brother you can do it later, just calm, you can handle this, you can smack the shit out of him later anyways. Jazz took a deep breathe and smiles, "I shall Beat the shit out of him later!" She smiles excitedly which made Clockwork look at her visibly Bemused.

As they reached the Manor, Danny and Ellie were waiting for Jasmine and Their Dad But got upset when it was only Jasmine who came home, the twins thinking Dante is too busy to come home again. "Oh no little Danny and Ellie(Both 8 years old)! Your Daddy is not at work! He's just preparing a surprise for the both of you tommorow okay?" She smiles gently reassuring them and they're brightened up again. "Okay!" They jumped and said in unison, Jazz swears if they had tails it'd be wagging and it made Jazz's Heart have a cuteness overload.

"My Exact reaction when they started calling me Auntie Sam-sam and Tucker as Uncle Tuckie." Sam Manson (19 yrs old) Chuckled and Tucker Foley(19 yrs old) groggily following behind her, "they're quite tiring but it's worth it" Tucker Yawns and Sam laughed at him before kissing Danny and Ellie's Forehead. "I'll be heading home now, my Little Aria(Pet Pigeon) must be waiting for me" she coos as she walked off waving goodbye to the kiddos who were waving goodbye back. "Me too Jazz! I miss my couch and my Tools." Tucker laughed and followed Sam to His Car, Both going to the same college just different majors, the two drove off back to the city and Jasmine cooing over the twins who giggled happily in her arms.

"Don't worry Okay Ellie and Danny? Your Daddy will come home by 7 PM tommorow! I promise!' She reassures them! "What Surprise Will Daddy give?" Danny asks Expectedly with a very cute high tone and Jazz swears her heart is about to explode. "It won't be a surprise if you two know now doesn't it?" She chuckled and the twins looked at each other expectantly and nodded in agreement, the twins held Hands throughout the day not letting go of each other and truly attached by the hip.

The two chattered about their day with Their Uncle and Auntie as Jazz listened through still in her fancy Dress, she tucked the two to bed before she went to her bedroom to finally change.

She is so going to Beat up Dante once he calls her.

[𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢, 12:58 𝙿𝙼]

Dante flutters his eyes open to the hot sun peeking through the window curtains.. Dante groans but stopped still when he felt movement beside him, he faces his head to the side and sees. BRUCE WAYNE??? on his Arm sleeping. Resting. Messy Looking and Probably still naked. Dante combs his hand through his hair as he stared at what he calls "Majestic Man" that is Bruce Wayne. "Fuck... What did I do last night." He Groans and slowly but gently sat up as to not disturb The Sleeping Bruce Wayne. He stood up from the bed as he processed what the fuck he did to get to this moment and went to the Hotel Room's Kitchen. And started cooking something up just to relieve his stress.

Soon Later about an hour, Bruce woke up. He groaned.. his back was sore. He looked around the bed and slowly sat up thinking the person he Fuck must've left him— but nope. "Oh good morning." The Albino(?) possibly Meta-Human Man was staring at him fully clothed ,looked like he didn't look tired at all and had prepared food for him. 'is this what aftercare is?' Bruce asked to himself mentally as This Man Puts the Bed Foldable Table Infront of Bruce and Literally served him, home cooked Breakfast in bed.

Did he accidentally get married whilst drunk?? Bruce was bemused, cautious but also felt fucking stupid but he's calculating everything he needs to say from now but he totally didn't have a contingency plan for this occurrence. "Sorry for going too rough on you last night, Kinda lost my Temper and Control—" The Suspected Albino Meta-Human, Dante Jamie Masters as Bruce Recalls was Apologizing as he scratched his nape. "It's quite alright, Thank you for serving me a meal so early in the morning—" Bruce tried to play it cool and smiled but damn. His body felt numb. How long did they go for?

"I can help you get out if you wish! And dress even!" Dante smiles at him softly and even kissing the back of Bruce's Palm. Bruce is totally unprepared for any of this happening as he did not expect to get princess treatment by a possible One- night stand. Goddamn. He hopes none of his kids find out. This would be the most Embarrassing story that his kids will poke fun of him about if they ever found out what this man did and He hopes that Dante also doesn't tell anyone.

Meanwhilst Dante was already totally smitten with the man and Jazz told Him that he should be polite and Kind to those he wants to court and Somehow... Dante has a feeling that he should take some toys home for his kids... And oh god Jazz is going to kill him.

Oh god, the Ghostly Courting Methods Shall start today. WHOOOO!!!

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grimdarling69 · 1 month ago

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Another de aged Ellie and Dan or otherwise known as Crack

P1 P2 P3

Damian is now regretting every decision that led to where he was at this point in his half-life.

He felt so if he had been battered by a storm all night long and he was pretty sure he was having fever dreams because fucking Lex Luthor is currently dabbing at his head with a damp towel.

Come on, Damian. You're better than this. Get up and fight him. Father would be disappointed if I failed to stop whatever luthor was scheming because of a common cold. He could already see his father's face, his disappointment shrouded in the shadows created by the looming stalactites in the cave. He'd take away Robin, he lose Richard's first gift to him. He couldn't let his baba down.

He tried to shed the blankets but his body failed him and he had to resist a coughing fit. He shivered cold and clammy. His body felt heavy and his clothes were sticking to him uncomfortablely. His hair was a mess and clouded his vision.

"Rest now, ghostling. Your very sick. I need to get you into some new clothes and quickly." he murmured quietly, leaning forward and plying his bangs from his face. For a second he thought he was going to kiss his head and he started struggling again.

"Don't-" He attempted but his voice broke off into a coughing fit. He struggled to catch his breath.

"Shh.. shhh...drink." he gently lifted a glass of water with a childishly pinky bendy straw to his lips. His gentle voice and calm actions remindimg him of his baba and he stupidly started to drink it before he remembered where he was and resisted again.

Luthor didn't seem surprised but didn't attempt to speak to him again and gently pushed him back down onto the bed. His eyes were heavy and he had to repeatedly jerk his head to stay awake.

Ancients, what was wrong with him he was a trained assassin. Not to mention Robin he could survive days without even a second of sleep.

Luthor pushed the door open again and carried soft looking sleepwear in his hands. When did he leave? The sleepwear had little stars and moons and suns periodically spread about. He couldn't help but admire them.

"Please don't fight me, Dani- Damian. You have to get out of those drenched clothes. If you sleep in them, you'll just get sicker. Come on, you love the stars." He tried in vain to fight him off, but eventually Luthor was cringing at him, scratches all over his arms and face, holding the wet clothes in one hand.

"Try to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning." He turned the lights off and closed the door.

He waited a second to make sure he was actually gone. Once he was sure, he tried to wrangle him self off the bed but kept having to blink and rub his eyes. He had finally succeeded in getting out from under the blanket before he couldn't stay awake any longer and passed out from exhaustion.

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Vlad because he was Vlad Masters sometimes known as Vlad Plasmius or ugh the Wisconsin Ghost not Lex Luthor he had spent far to long redeeming himself and becoming a productive member of society to be reincarnated into a cruel ceo who cares only about his image and money and destroys the earth to make it. Creating pollution, ruining lives for no reason, abusing his powers, and trying to kill his archnemesis. Okay, maybe he was being a bit hypocritical, but he was redeemed already, and now he had to start all over!

Every villian worth their salt knows that archenemesiss are for life and he was a redeemed one for goodness sake. He may of fought his godson a lot in his early days but he had been alone for so long. He was a ghost they bonded by fighting! He also apologized for not realized that he didn't know ghost culture yet. He assumed he'd gotten a mentor ghost somewhere like he had the dairy king to teach him and once he realized he made him take lessons with that yeti docter of his.

He was the only one of his kind for decades and it certainly didn't help when his best friends abandoned him after killing him. Jasmine loved to physcoanalyze him she often tried to talk to him about his abandonment issues caused by his parents' deaths worsened by his older sister walking out on him and his future almost destroyed because of Jack Fenton and a fucking soda. That his obsession with Madelyn was caused by the fact he was desperate for family and latched onto the first thing that could give him one.

He didn't approve of cursing, he had kids-god-children that didn't need to hear it but he supposed he could excuse it just this once. Or twice.

When his godson had crashed into his island he felt the presence of his other kids but it was diluted almost. He hoped that whenever Damian woke up he could give him some context.

That was another thing. Somehow, his incredibly gifted and smart godson had apparently but reincarnated as Brucie Wayne's son. He could hardly believe it, but it was also worrying he had found some heavy scaring on him. Everywhere he was covered in scars, some had to be a decade old, at least. Whoever hurt his son was going to pay.

"Mr Luthor, sir?" His assistant knocked on his door.

Ugh, Luthor wasn't terrible he had to admit it had a nice ring to it was just-Lex?... disgusting.

"Come in."

"The um...children's cold medicine is here." She spoke unsure, but handed the specially ordered medicine over. It was brought over by a very good drone from the nearest industrialized island, perks of being a billionaire. He had even more money than in his previous life.

"Aw thank you, Susan." She blinked at him while he took the package she'd been with him since before Konner and so it was understandable she wasn't used to him just now caring to remember her name. Konner... he'll have to contact him to set up a meeting between his new son and his brother soon.

"Will you alert the chefs to cook a simple breakfast for us. No onions and no meat. He'll need to eat with this one. Have it brought to his room." He barely remembered that his godson won't be eating meat anymore after he remembered from one chance meeting at a gala but he had always hated onions and he was quite familiar with his rants about the texture of onions by now.

"Yes, sir. Right away" She quickly exited his office. He still wasn't used to humans being on his island, he typically only had animal ghosts with him or his kids if they weren't busy it was quite strange but he was trying to turn down his Vladness.

He stopped to grab a water bottle and started to head to Damian's room. He knocked on the door and waited. Dead silence met him, the white walls of the hallway was only makeing it worse. He forced himself to not think of the past, his whimpers while he had to stitch him together again for if he made to much sound they would hear him , while slowing opening the door.

He was thankfully asleep, and his fever seemed like it was going down. He packed up the damp towel and started to dab his forehead again. His eyes started to stir.

"Vlad?" His now much younger godson questioned looking even younger he seemed small for his age but he was like that in his past life too.

"I'm here." The sigh of relief spoke for itself. Damian stole the hand not currently in use, a familiar reminder that was common practice for them. His eyes closed again. He took the quiet moment to lament on each of his kids.

Jasmine, the oldest, once told him he was her rich and eccentric uncle. She never needed him in the ways her siblings did. She only lived with him on college breaks anyway. She never needed him to pay for her college, she had no shortage of scholarships. While he loved her, they were still distant. And then she was gone.

Dan, he had adopted him in his originak timeline after...an incident. Dan was always difficult in ways his siblings weren't. Dan was most similar to him, he was half of him afterall, and this often caused many different fights between them. Dan being full ghost often lived with Clockwork anyway. He'd always love him but things were always going to be messy between them.

Ellie, his blood daughter and Daniel's clone. The only one that outright considered him her father but she was very independent and he typically only saw her on weekends too busy traveling the world to have a movie night with her dear old dad. He loved her, but they fought alot she always wanted more independence and he just wanted to see his daughter.

Daniel or Damian now had always seemed to need him the most. Sticking around Amity Park even after the GIWs attack. Always asking questions about being a ghost or being an adult really. And even before that he could often find him somewhere in his house after his patrols around Amity he asked him a few times why he came around even before he had redeemed himself and could only ever get " because it's quiet but now you're here so I have to go. See ya fruitloop" and when Damian came to live with him his friends were usually there and sometimes he felt it was more a teenagers clubhouse than a mayoral manor. But he was really the only constant in his life. And in the beginning he was too injured to be alone, floating at the edge of fading away forever, so they were constantly together and they grew closer and as much as Vlad always saw him as a son he doubts Damian sees him as a father. Jack was his father and Madelyn was his mother. He knows that he still sees them as his parents even after everything he was willing to forgive them. He would never admitt it but sometimes he's glad they never came back as ghosts.

And konner...He wasn't really sure about him. He was his son, his clone he created with Superman. While he of course still had Luthors memories, and luthor seemed to love him but he often pushed him aside. He was second to his goal of killing Superman. He would have to work really hard to repair their relationship but first he needed to get to the Infinate Realms.

Soft knocking broke him out of his thoughts. " Come in."

"Sir. Your food has been prepared." Susan pushed in a large cart with 3 tiers. While this life seemed to be all about the pinnacle of opulence, his first was spent majority in bachelorhood, enough said about that.

She parked the cart close to the bed but not enough to be a hindrance. Damians eyes fluttered at the light but stayed still.

Susan looked at Damian in barely hidden concern and he could tell that Susan Darnaby, mother of three boys ranging from the ages of 24 to 15 had strong maternal instincts. Her oldest apparently worked at the Daily Planet and was apparently the main breadwinner of the family after his dad passed away a few years ago from cancer leaving the family in serious medical debt. He might have reread everybody's file and maybe everything he could find on them. The last thing he needed was one of his employees calling cps on him for stealing a child.

"He has already benefited from his rest last night, this medicine will have him in tip-top shape in no time. There's no need to worry." He attempted to reassurance her.

"Of course sir." For some reason she didn't look very reassured and with once last glance at their hands, left quietly.

"Whuz her." Damian mumbled from where his head was stuffed slightly beneath the pillow to block the light from getting in. He snickered and fixed the pillow. Damian pouted.

"My assistant, Susan. You know she has a son around your age." Damian looked positively scandalized.

"Vlad! I am not dating anyone that is affiliated with you!" He sat up and wacked him with the pillow.

"Oof. Ow." The pillow didn't really hit imhim hard it was worryingly gentle, something Damian would never hold back on he once challenged him to a pillow fight but stuffed his with rocks and we both ended up give each other stitches using the bathroom tiles to ice their bruises.

"You know i never said anything about dating, my boy. Now let's see what was prepared." Damians breakfast consisted of small cake like pancakes shaped like stars with bananas and blueberries arranged like a small constellation. While his was some larger normally shaped pancakes with sliced strawberries and bananas arranged around the outer rim. The other two tiers consisted of several scone and jams and of course clotted cream after on the second day Ellie went on a loud rant right outside the kitchen on how offended she was to not be served clotted cream. The last tier consisted of several small deserts and muffins. He even spotted Damian's favorite muffin, blueberry cheesecake. Or well in his previous life at least, he placed it on his plate anyway, couldn't hurt to try.

"I'm not really hungry." Damian waved him off.

"You have to eat to take this medicine and I know you haven't eaten since you flew in last night, or even longer. Most of this stuff we can cover up and leave out, so you can eat it later if you want." Damian hated when he used logic in his previous life but from what he can remember about his few meetings in this life he liked logic and academics and was quite ahead according to Brucie.

Damian begrudgingly ate the muffin, some fruits and a messily cream and raspberry jamed scone. He only had a bite off the corner star of the pancake before deciding he wasn't a fan of the recipe. Vlad ate both of his pancakes, most of the fruits on his plate, a chocolate muffin, and a cream and apple jam scone. Unfortunately the peace couldn't last because as soon as he deemed Damian had ate enough and gave him the medicine he decided now would be the time to talk.

" I think I'm pregnant." Damian stated calmly staring into his tea cup.

Vlad dropped his own cup and watched the beautiful fine china shatter.

"Your...What?" He spluttered.

"Technically incubation. Dan and Ellies bodies completely destabilized and I merged with their cores to save them. It's something Frostbite briefly taught me." He continued.

Thank god.

"Why didn't you just start with that like a normal person. Are you okay? Is anything hurting not feeling alright?" He could hear himself growing more frantic.

"I'm fine Vlad. There not parasites. Well ellie isn't atleast. We'll have to check with Frostbite for everything else, so we'll need to stsrt the portal as soon as possible"

"You'll need to take the medicine for at least a week before I let you start working around such heavy machinery, but i suppose you can do some calculations up here."

"What! I have to get to Frostbite. How do we know we're doing the right thing? What if...I...do something to hurt them." His voice grew quiet and he closed his eyes both arms came to reach across his stomach and his legs slightly raised and he started to hunch over himself.

"Oh, Damian. I've read about incubation before. Ghosts only allow them selves to merge in such a way with people they must truly trust. If they merged with you, nothing will go wrong. Nothing you can do will hurt them." He moved as he was speaking, sitting down on the bed now. Damian and him had reached the same height in his last life but now his new body was much larger, in both height and muscle, than Damians short height and lean muscle. Made even smaller by him shifting into a ball.

"I don't know. I still had so much to learn and what if we can't open the portal again?" He leaned into him his shoulder more level with his head.

"Have you no trust in your old man? I opened the portal on my own last time with only minor Fenton thievery, thank you. Besides,The only setback I've faced here are the corrupted ectoplasm pools." Damian snickered at him, so he knew his joke wasn't for naught. Until he went rigid suddenly.

"Wait what corrupted pools?"

"The green ectoplasm on this island has pooled together somehow and corrupted itself by laying dormant for sometime. Instrsd of the typical cool and chilling effects the green usually has it seems to be almost acid like. Bubbling and burning things, but I've constructed a purifier that seems to be working well enough." He explained quite confused by Damians sudden change in attitude.

"Why didn't I see i before? Ancients this is worse than i thought..." He stood up suddenly, beginning to pace and run his hands through his hair.

"Slow down. What's going on?" He questioned aiming for placading him, Damian needed rest and minimal stress while sick AND incubating two cores.

"The Lazurus Pits! Their corrupted ectoplasm! Grandfather harnassed them to bring the dead back and get pseudo immortality." He stopped dead at the last word but his back was to Vlad. He's never heard of Lazarus pits before...his grandfather? Thomas Wayne was immortality? But he's dead!

"Thomas Wayne is...immortal?" He questioned as such.

"What? What made you come to that insane conclusion?" He turned to face him, he looked concerned like Vlad was the crazy one muttering.

" Your grandfather?" He looked like a fish, blinking and moving his mouth like he wasn't sur what to say.

"That's actualy not even the craziest thing ive heard actually. No, Ra's al Ghul, the Demon Head is my maternal Grandfather, my mother is Talia al Ghul." What the fuck.

" Brucie Wayne slept with the demons daughter?" Damian couldn't hold back his laughter anymore and burst into laughter turning into a coughing fit, that shook his ribs, and he leant over like he wa going to fall. Vlad quickly moved to support him.

"I'm fine, fruitloop. I just need some water." Vlad steered him to lay back down on the bed. "Stop it fruitloop, your not even my..." he didn't need mind reading powers to know what he was going to say.

" I know." He still tucked him into bed. Moving to turn out the star nightlight out.

"Batman is my father. Batman is Bruce Wayne" I think I'm going to faint.

"The other..." "my siblings." "Of course, no matter what universe we're in you have a crazy family." " You can't talk you made a clone with your archenemy in both lives AND added your own DNA both times."

"It was an accident the first time!" He spluttered.

"Not the second time!" Damian returned.

"I think you need a nap, young man." He sassed.

"Vlad! I am not a baby!" He ignored that remark.

"I'll have Susan wake you up at lunchtime and we'll go to the lab. Is that acceptable for you?"

"Tch." Damian turned around and closed his eyes. He finally succeeded in turning off the lights.

"Sleep well, son." Closing the door softly.

Whatever was a half-ghost to do?

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Clark Kent was an avid hater of the waiting game. Although he was no stranger to it. It had been now a week since Damian disappeared. Tim had called his sons and broke the news. They had quicky wrapoed everything up and flew back. Jon had yelled at him for hours about having to hear about Damians disappearance from Tim. He just didn't know how to break the news to him. He knew Jon felt betrayed by him especially because they were finally stsrted healing their relationship after everything. Even worse because Jon had finally confided in him how he felt about Damian and now he didn't even tell him when he was kidnapped.

From what he's heard from Bruce, Jon can't hear his heartbeat, but knowing Lex he's most likely kept behind lead so not a totall loss of hope it just means they need detectives not supers.

So he was back at work after parting with Lois he had headed to the break room to get more coffee when he heard it.

"So what Lex has a few sick kids and you think child trafficking? We can't lose another income, mom. Ignore it. Please." He heard his coworker, one he often listened listened in to as his mother coincidentally worked at Lexcorp.

He focused his hearing onto the mother's voice on the other side of the phonecal.

" You don't get it. I can't just ignore it. He experimented on those kids then put them to bed like it was just another day. And then suddenly the kids are gone and the next day another kid is here? It's not right! Something is going on. Wveryday he wakes him up and they est breakfast then they go down to his private lab and dont come out till lunch sometimes until dinner. Last night they didn't come out till midnight and he carried the kid to his own bedroom. There's something going on and I've seen to many rich men take advantage of young children. I can't ignore this again."

Oh god, what if Bruce was wrong about Lex somehow figuring out his identity. What if he noticed him at a gala and took a liking to him. As a reporter he done countless stories on people in high positions who took advantage of their positions of authority to hurt kids. Lex had never seemed that way to him but how well did he really know him anyway? He had some kind of breakdown that changed him anyway. He needed to talk to someone who was familiar with people like this.

He has to call Jason.

A/n I took this chapter to hash out my thoughts on a redeemed father vlad and kis kids. Danny is obviously his favorite, but he does love all of his kids they just don't feel the need to stick around Amity Park like I think Danny would. Danny is also his character foil, and I wanted to tie in both parallels into both him and bruce with vlad. So that is not Canon vlads backstory but something i thought about with the fact he is desperate or obsessed with the idea of a family. Also, if you see any inconsisties between Damian and vlads' povs and the "attack," their might be a reason hint hint. I also wanted to say that vlad and lex are both quite similar in concept but vlad in my au decided to become better for his kids and to choose them first not like lex who loves kon in his own way but is still second to his own mission. vlad very much is more vlad than he is lex mostly because he sees himself in lex if he didn't choose his kids over villainy. While Damian and danny are now more of a mix between each other. I like to think that the danny that saw a random girl who just said she was his cousin and just rolled with it would just roll with the flow if he was reincarnated. I also wanted to bring up the fact that vlad and Damian will pick up the pace and be a lot more worried as you'll see next part and right now the bats are in a disarray trying to find him. Also the supers I only had Jon age up 2 years older than Damian cause he will be a bigger part of the story and I needed him older hint hint he has his mother's purple eyes in this story.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #bruce wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne #danny phantom #dick grayson #dcxdp #jason todd #lex luthor #vlad plasmius #vlad as lex au #danny as damian au #de aged ellie #deaged dan #de aged dani #supersons #superman #clark kent

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misseviehyde · 3 months ago

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De-Mentor

Sarah couldn’t be prouder of her younger sister Annabelle. She was definitely following in her big sister’s footsteps and living up to the family expectations. Head of the student council, a committed feminist and a straight A student, she had cultivated a happy and positive lifestyle just like Sarah. Just like her big sister she was also a vegan and she was deeply into politics.

Annabelle would often tell Sarah that she was her inspiration. As a staffer for a local left-wing political organisation, Sarah had graduated top of her class and was now a rising star. She was making a difference. Annabelle looked up to her sister and wanted to be just like her once she graduated. She already had plans to become an environmental activist and work in the charity sector, something their rich but radical parents fully supported. She first needed to complete her journalism degree, but once that was done she was ready to do her part to help the world.

The only thing Annabelle worried about was that she was sometimes getting stuck in an echo-chamber. That was why she had tracked down her older sisters high-school bully Melody and as part of her dissertation was now interviewing her. She wanted to understand why Melody had bullied her sister and also what drove an evil bitch like her.

Melody was gorgeous and pretty. Her parents were super rich and she had been athletically talented. Why would someone who had everything be so cruel? Annabelle thought there had to be some deep reason, something she could discover and write about. Perhaps Melody was unhappy with her own life, perhaps she had changed since school? Maybe she would even want to apologise to Sarah and make up for all the bad, evil things she had done or said.

Sarah had told Annabelle horror stories about the rich, bratty, cheerleader and her clique. How Melody had taunted, teased and manipulated the school. Everyone had been afraid of her. Annabelle wasn’t sure what to expect once she began interviewing the bully, but she had to try.

***

“Regrets? No I don’t have any regrets. I fucking LOVED bullying your pathetic sister and making her my little bitch. Highschool was such fun, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, and no one could stop me. Mmmmmh, it still makes me wet just thinking about it.”

Annabelle was listening back to her recordings from todays interview. She could barely believe it as she listened to the evil poison dripping out of Melody’s bitchy mouth. She couldn’t believe how open and honest the other woman was being, but it made her feel physically sick to listen to.

And yet…

Melody’s voice was aptly melodic. Soft and seductive, full of wicked intonation and glee. The recorder seemed to greedily suck it up. Annabelle knew she would end up listening to it again just to hear that voice… that damn pretty voice.

“You should be glad you weren’t at school when I was. I would have bullied you too. I mean, you’re so fucking pathetic - you dress like Sarah, ape her mannerisms, you even sound like that dumb bitch. Aren’t you embarrassed that you basically are your sisters mini-me? Wouldn’t you rather be your own person?”

In the recording, Annabelle stuttered some more questions, but Melody was only interested in talking about what she wanted to talk about.

“You know, you have a decent bone structure and you’re prettier than your sister. You could be hot if you wore more makeup - dressed a little sluttier. You should try it. You should try acting more like ME and seeing if you like it. You should live a little, eat some red meat… be a bad girl. It wouldn’t hurt for you to be more of a bitch.”

Annabelle re-wound the recording and listened again… then again… then again.

There was something about Melody’s voice. The poision in those words was soooo fucking hot somehow. Just listening to another girl admit she enjoyed being an evil bitch, that she revelled in her bratty bullying nature made Annabelle think strange thoughts.

You should try acting like a bitch. You should eat more red meat, you should dress like a slut.

Again and again Annabelle listened to the words. They made her body tingle and made her think things she had never thought before. Was she just a boring clone of her sister? Was she just a pathetic copy of Sarah, too afraid to think independently and be herself?

You should try acting more like ME. Eat more red meat…

Annabelle felt her mouth salivate suddenly at the thought of a juicy burger. She hadn’t eaten meat in six years, she had decided it was immoral to eat meat. Eat more red meat. Grabbing her keys and her purse from the counter she snuck out of the front door, Melody’s voice still echoing in her mind.

****

The queue in Five Guys wasn’t very long and Annabelle’s hands trembled as she lifted the hamburger to her salivating mouth. She’d watched them fry the thick patty, the meat sizzling and juices running and now she greedily bit down and moaned, actually making an orgasmic gasp of pleasure, as she tasted the meat.

Fuck… yes…

Mmmmmmmh, Annabelle chewed - a damn seeming to burst inside her and a wicked smile growing on her face as she took another delicious bite. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. She was all that mattered. If she wanted meat, she’d have meat. Not too much of course, she had to look after her figure… but even now she could feel the protein filling her up, causing her body to react.

Sarah was short, underdeveloped, anaemic… well Annabelle wasn’t going to fall into the same trap. She was a meat eater now and she loved it. Breaking the taboo, doing something she knew was wrong… evil in fact… just made her feel so fucking… yummy.

Suddenly she felt guilt. What the fuck was wrong with her? One meeting with Melody and she ready to turn her back on five years of being a vegan. No… this was just a one off, she instantly regretted this and wouldn’t be doing it again.

But deep inside Annabelle knew she didn’t regret it. She was hungry now. Hungry for more.

*******

Annabelle sat on the bus, the recording of Melody’s perfect voice oozing evil into her ears. She’d missed her stop ages ago, now the bus was heading into town - but that was okay. Annabelle wanted to go shopping.

“The first step to being a bitch has always been to look the part. It’s important that you work out, eat healthy, tone up your body. Join a gym, make sure your ass is perfect. You need to show off your body and be proud of it. Clothing is next. You can never dress down, every outfit has to be carefully chosen. You have to look hot all the time. Makeup, nails, hair, full outfit - focus on getting those right and you’ll start to be seen as popular and hot. Personality wise you need to be fake friendly to other girls, but make it clear you’re the bitch… the boss. Bully them if you have to, pick on the weaker ones and make them yours - then bring down the leaders until you’re the dominant Alpha. That’s how I ruled school when your pathetic Mom attended.”

Annabelle’s eyes rolled back in her head as strange visions burned through her mind. Visions that made her feel very good indeed. Smiling, she looked back down at her phone and began to cancel all of her charity subscriptions. Annabelle had plenty of money, she was a careful saver and she donated most of it to charity. Now though she had a better use for the money. For herself.

Join a gym, make sure your ass is perfect… every outift has to be carefully chosen.

Annabelle’s mouth repeated Melody’s words without even realising it as she stepped off the bus and walked into the gym.

Make sure your ass is perfect…

***

Annabelle admired her new reflection in the mirror as Melody’s droning voice continued to blare out of the speakers behind her. She’d thrown out most of her old clothes and adapted now to the short skirts, tight dresses, knee stockings and heavy makeup that she had come to prefer. She no longer looked innocent. She looked like a teasing bitch.

She looked like Belle.

Annabelle had started to go by Belle a few days ago when she’d decided she needed a hotter name to go with her hotter look. Her gym membership was starting to pay off - she’d really toned up already. Maybe the diet of meat and protein shakes was paying off too. Even her boobs looked slightly bigger.

She practically salivated as she regarded herself narcissistically in the mirror. “Fuck yes. I'm so much hotter than I used to be. I feel like I'm finally becoming my own person. I’m finally breaking free of my dumb sister.”

Belle's waste paper bin was piled full of books and jotters. She’d needed more room for her makeup and this dumb crap was just in the way. She'd torn down her greenpeace posters and torn her signed photo of Greta Thurnburg in half. She couldn't give a shit about that stuff anymore.

She was rearranging her life. Plastic bags lined the wall, ready to be ditched. They were full of the fugly outfits she used to wear. A lot of them were Sarah's hand-me-downs. Belle wouldn't be seen dead in something that dumb bitch used to wear.

Melody's voice droned on repeat, filling Belle with the delicious thoughts she'd come to enjoy so much. She had an audio file of Melody's greatest sayings. She loved listening to her.

Your sister was always such a fucking loser, but you seem different. Have you done something with your hair? You look fucking hot babe. Those clothes look really good on you too. You know, I'm kinda rich. How about I support you in getting a new wardrobe, a new look? Start dressing like a popular girl and things will happen. You do wanna be popular right? It's more important than being nice. Popularity is ALL that matters.

Belle applied more lip gloss and repeated her new mentors words. Yes… popularity was all that mattered. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen it until now. She couldn't believe she had spent so many years trying to be a Sarah, when she should have been a Melody.

But she was so far behind. She was eighteen and had never been popular before. All those years wasted. All that time she could have been positioning herself to be the hottest girl at school.

She had another session with Melody tomorrow. She couldn't wait. She wanted to learn more.

***

Belle should have felt nervous. But she was just excited. The fact that Jason already had a girlfriend just made this even hotter.

Melody had told her it would feel this way. Her desire to get fucked was both physical and mental. A hunger inside her she needed to fulfil.

She had cummed night after night, rubbing her tight pussy and squirting to the sound of Melody's voice - but she needed the real thing. To truly become Belle she needed to experience cock. She needed to get railed like a bitch.

“Annabelle… ohhh shit we shouldn't be doing this. I didn't know you were like this…”

Belle squeezed his cock, digging her sharp new acrylic fingernails in slightly and making him moan. “I told you… don't call me that. I'm Belle now… and we both know you don't want me to stop right?”

Belle was pumping Jason's big cock slowly up and down, her tiny hand somehow managing to wrap round the magnificent girth. His cock felt great in her hands.

They had met at his house, everyone was out and Jason’s girlfriend Carlie was hanging out with her friends.

Belle had chosen Jason because he was fit, sexually experienced, and the most popular boy at college.

“I want you to take my virginity Jason. I want you to fuck me.”

“You're a virgin? I… are you sure you want to do this? I mean we don't have to…”

“Mmmmmh. Does it look like I'm messing around here?” purred Belle as she sank to her knees and slid her hot wet mouth around his cock.

“Holy shit… I thought you were a good girl, a prude.”

Belle giggled. “Not anymore. I'm a dirty fucking slut now baby, and my tight virgin holes need pounding. I wanna learn everything about being a slut. Use my body and fuck my holes as deep as you like till I tell you to stop…”

Jason moaned as Belle resumed her sucking and he knew he was in for a great night…

***

At the dinner table, Sarah watched her sister in barely disguised horror. What the hell had happened to Annabelle?

The girl was eating meat. She had somehow convinced their parents to start eating meat again too, and now the three of them were sat eating juicy steaks whilst Sarah picked at her quinoa salad.

“Mmmmmh dont you fucking love how good this tastes Mom and Dad. You know - I thought vegans were meant to be thin, so it’s kind of mad that Sarah is so fucking fat even though she eats that plant based shit.”

Neither parent said anything, they just looked embarassed. What Sarah didn't know of course was that Belle had evidence their Dad was embezzling money from his company and their Mom was having an affair with the pastor. Their hypocrisy had given her total control of the house and Melody had taught Belle exactly how to leverage this to her advantage.

Sarah just couldn’t believe it. Her once smart, kind, feminist, vegan, sister was now a selfish, bratty bitch and a bully. She almost reminded Sarah of someone else, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“Do you want some steak too Sarah?” giggled Belle as she deliberately tossed a piece onto her sisters plate and watched maliciously for a reaction.

Standing up Sarah pushed her chair under the table and glared at Belle. “What the hell has happened to you Annabelle? You're my sister but you're acting like a total bitch. Im not hungry right now, enjoy your meat.”

Storming off to Belle's laughter Sarah decided she had to act. Something had changed a few months ago to start Belle down this path, but what?

She let herself into her sisters room. It was unrecognisable. Designer clothes hung from racks, a sex toy lay discarded next to the bed… white stains on the bed sheet evidence of where Belle had orgasmed that morning.

Makeup and perfume covered every available surface, lingerie was stuffed into drawers. How could she afford all this stuff?

Next to the bed was a pair of Bluetooth headphones. They were still connected to Belle's phone. Sarah slipped them on and pressed play.

You're a fucking bitch now Belle and it feels good. You exist now to bully girls like Sarah. You're my little mini-me and you love it. Keep cumming as you listen to my voice and imagine yourself become more evil and bratty. You don't care about anything but yourself anymore. You have become a perfect bitch.

Sarah ripped the headphones off with a gasp. That voice… that evil fucking voice. It was Melody. Her old bully Melody.

“So now you know the truth, sis” giggled a voice behind her and she spun to see Belle standing in the door.

“Look at you. So fucking pathetic. I can't believe there was ever a time I wanted to be like you. Melody helped open my eyes and show me who I really am.”

Belle advanced into the room with a wicked grin. “Look at me Sarah. I'm so much better than you now. My pussy is tighter, my ass rounder, my boobs bigger. You're a fucking nobody. In a few months I'll have found a rich man to satisfy my needs… just like Melody did.”

“No Annabelle. She's brainwashed you. She always was persuasive, but somehow she's turned you into her puppet. You have to fight this, you have to resist. Can't you see what she is doing?”

Belle just giggled, “Get out of my room loser. I have Jason coming round and then I'm seeing Melody again. Nothing you can say can stop what I'm becoming. Nothing.”

Sarah walked out, tears in her eyes as Belle laughed again.

Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She gasped at how evil and wanton she looked. She looked just like… just like Melody.

She's turned you into a puppet.

Belle gripped her temples. Had she just exchanged one role-model for another? Was she being played by Melody?

No one plays you. You're in control. You get to choose who you want to be.

“But this… this isn't who I wanted to be is it?”

The mirror seemed to shimmer and Bella saw herself as she used to be. Sweet, innocent, a little Sarah copy.

We can go back. Go back to how we were.

Belle hesitated.

She looked down at her sexy hands and ran them over her toned body. She remembered the taste of cock in her mouth, the feeling of getting fucked. She shivered as she recalled how good it felt to bully other people and get what she wanted.

No. There is no going back. I fucking LOVE being Belle.

She laughed as she imagined Annabelle being destroyed, consumed and turned into her. She imagined innocent little Annabelle moaning in pleasure as Belle replaced her. Yesss that’s right loser. You fucking love being me. You fucking love being a bitch,

“Mmmmh, fuck Sarah AND fuck Melody. The only person who matters is me. I'm the only one who counts. I’m a fucking bitch and I want what Melody has. The power to make others do everything I want. I need that power and I’m going to get it.”

Laughing she opened her phone and messaged Jason.

She had a plan…

***

Belle moaned as Jason mounted her, his hands in her hair and his cock buried deep in her tight pussy.

“Yessss fuck me harder. Tell me how much better I am than everyone else. Tell me what a slut I am.”

Thwap thwap thwap. Sweat dripped down, Belle's sexy boob's bounced and wet smacks filled the air as Jason pounded Belle's incredible body.

She loved the feeling of him sliding in and out. She squeezed her fussy tight, feeling it grip his cock and make him moan. She threw her hips back so he could go even deeper.

In the last few weeks she’d gone from virgin to pornstar.

Jason didnt even bother to fuck his own girlfriend anymore. Life was brilliant.

But something Sarah had said bothered Belle. That bit about being a puppet. Had Melody just turned her into an extension of her will? Was she still not really her own person?

“Fuck Belle. You're so much better than anyone else. I'd do anything for you. Anything.”

“Anything…?”

Belle's mind was full of ideas. She had a theory, she just needed to test it.

***

Slipping the headphones over Sarah's ears, Belle grinned as her sisters eyes flickered open. Jason was ready though.

He pinned Sarah down and stopped her from struggling as the specially edited tape Belle had made began to play. Melody's hypnotic voice flowed into Sarah's brain.

“You are worthless… pathetic… beta… loser… nothing… subservient… weak…”

Belle watched as her sister tried to fight, and then as her struggles began to slow and her eyes rolled up into her head, she tossed her the sex toy.

“I’m a dumb cunt that serves Belle. A dumb cunt that serves Belle. My little sister is better than me…”

As Sarah began to repeat the words Belle felt herself get wet. Soon there wouldn't be anything left of who Sarah had been. Melody's voice was the key and Sarah had hours of recordings.

She could make Melody pretty much say anything now…

***

Melody didn't remember much after drinking the juice that Belle had fetched for her. By the time she'd realised the little bitch had set her up it was too late.

Melody felt the gag in her mouth and the headphones jammed on her head. Her own voice was telling her things… things she couldn't resist.

She was telling herself that Belle was best. She was the Mistress that Melody needed to serve. Melody existed to serve Belle. She could no longer use her voice except to serve Belle. She could no longer use her voice against Belle. She was the puppet now and Belle was the Mistress.

No… that wasn't right. Belle was the puppet Melody had created to torment and destroy her old victim Sarah. She wasn't the Mistress. Melody was.

Only she wasn't. Melody's own voice was telling her that Belle was the Mistress now and Melody's voice was irresistible. She had worked hard to develop her natural powers and learn the mind conditioning techniques that allowed her to make others do what she wanted. She had loved the power.

In hindsight maybe it had been careless to let the girl take so many recordings. Now the power was hers.

No… not the girl.

Her Mistress…

Belle was the Mistress now and Melody was eager to serve her.

***

Belle cleared her throat and laughed with glee as whispered her corrupting words into her lovers ear. He groaned, his loyalty to his wife now totally destroyed as he fucked her deeper and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Yessss fuck me deeper Daddy… fuck me like a slut.”

She felt him respond, felt his mouth on her nipples… his thick powerful cock pistoning in and out of her responsive body. She had cum on his cock twice already and could feel a third time approaching.

It was all so fucking intoxicating.

She had the power now and her voice was sexier and deeper. It had taken Melody very little time to teach her the techniques- she was a gifted student after all.

And once she was sure she had fully mastered the power - that she could drip corruption into another person and shape them to her whims… her first victim had been Melody. She’d brainwashed her completely until her former mentors voice was entirely stripped of its power. Melody could no longer brainwash people.

Only Belle had that power now.

She could make people do whatever she wanted. Make boys suck dick, girls become bullies or losers… even change Sarah from her kind, loving sister into a cold hearted MAGA supporter - which she had done just for fun.

Her once socially liberal and kind sister was now a regressive cruel bitch just like Belle had wanted. As for Jason - Belle had gotten bored of him at last. His reward for helping her had been to be programmed into a cocksucking sissy boy for her amusement whilst she began fucking his hunky Dad instead.

That was who was now deep inside her - his loyalty to his son and his wife replaced by an uncontrollable lust for Belle.

Perhaps one day she’d get bored of him too. After all Belle was a bitch and she was the only one who mattered.

The student had become the teacher and no one was ever going to be better at it than Belle.

THE END

#evie hyde #f2f transformation #bitchification #f2f corruption #corruption #bully #evil bitch

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monzabee · 2 years ago

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🪩 || bee's masterlist

AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR!

welcome to my masterlist! you can find all of my works as of now under the cut, and here's a masterlist key to help you navigate your way through!

masterlist key: — social media au - ✧ — fic - ✶ — drabbles - ✫ — headcanons - ᕯ

MAX VERSTAPPEN (MV1)

fuck being underrated ✧ : the one where Max is dating his team principal's daugther, who happens to be the hottest model of the year.

third time's the charm ✧ : the one where you are there to celebrate Max winning his third title, and the whole world is there to witness it.

two sides of the same coin ✶ : the one where you try to convince yourself that you're not falling for your teammate, but can't help it when you realise that he is not that different from you after all.

beach read ✶ : the one where you and Max go on a holiday for the first time, and you realize just how much you love 'Vacation Max'.

viva las vegas (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Max celebrate his win in a way you’ve never done before. [minors dni!]

prison for life ✶ : the one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

how you get the girl ✶ : the one where you and your boyfriend Charles attend a gala for a friend and run into Harry Styles – who happens to be your ex.

in my lover era! ✧ : the one where Charles becomes a Swiftie because of his girlfriend.

like real people do (+18) ✶ : the one where you are having sex with your boyfriend, Charles, for the first time but he wants everything to be perfect for you. [minors dni!]

you'll change your name or change your mind ✶ : the one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

this is a relationship, that i don't think anyone saw coming ✶ : the one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.

the name game ✶ : the one where you and Charles try to get through one of the first hardships of parenthood.

lean on you ✶ : the one where you learn to lean on Charles more than you thought you ever could.

red, white, blue's in the sky ✧ : the one where Charles has an olympian girlfriend.

T.G.I.F ✶ : the one where writing your thesis is harder than you think, but Charles is here to help you through all of it.

pon de replay (+18) ✶ : the one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him. [minors dni!]

the smallest man who ever lived ✶ : the one where you’re thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, Charles’, infidelity.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

DANIEL RICCIARDO (DR3)

nonesense ✧ : the one where you and Daniel fall in love with a song, so you must share it with the whole internet.

girl crush ✶ : the one where both you and Daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

redbull gives you wings ✧ : the one where red bull brings together people, again..

LANDO NORRIS (LN4)

good riddance ✧ : the one where internet discovers that Lando's girlfriend is a singer, who happens to be on a world tour.

short stack ✧ : the one where the internet is obsessed about the height difference between you and your boyfriend, Lando.

déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) ✶ : the one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

bad idea right? ✶ : the one where seeing Lando tonight is a bad idea, right?

greedy ✧ : the one where lando finds a certain singer cute.

diet pepsi (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Lando have a rather interesting way of resolving an argument. [minors dni!]

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar ✶ : the one where Mick is dating Seb's eldest daughter, but forgets to mention this to his mentor and close friend. another problem? he can't seem to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

heartbreak hotel ✧ : the one where you run into your ex, Mick, at Las Vegas, and chaos ensues.

ARTHUR LECLERC (AL12)

baby honey ✶ : the one where Arthur swear he's not thinking about you, his best friend, all the time – just today, yesterday, and tomorrow night.

LEWIS HAMILTON (LH44)

eight words when i think about us (+18) ✶ : the one where Coachella has both you and Lewis high on each other. [minors dni!]

he's a genius ('cause he loves a woman like her) ✧ : the one where you and Lewis (attempt to) soft launch your relationship.

hot girls support 44 ✫ : the one where your husband realises that you are, indeed, his number one fan.

what you do to me (+18) ✶ : the one where Lewis returns home to you – the one thing he desperately wants, but won't let himself have completely. [minors dni!]

partition (+18) ✶ : the one where you and Lewis are stuck in traffic in Paris, and decide to make the most of the situation. [minors dni!]

bom dia! ✧ : the one where Lewis decides to spend some time in Brazil during winter break with a special someone.

PIERRE GASLY (PG10)

feather ✶ : the one where Pierre is the one left mourning after your relationship ends.

all around the world (pretty girls) ✧ : the one where the internet finds out about you and Pierre's relationship.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

the lusty month of may (+18) ✶ : the one where it's that darling month when everyone throws self-control away, and you and Carlos decide to do a wretched thing – or two. [minors dni!]

mr.big ✧ : the one where there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, your boyfriend, Carlos.

you can check out the rest of the series from here!

LANCE STROLL (LS18)

kiss it better ✶: the one where a crazy idea turns out to be the best possible thing for you and Lance.

©𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌.

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avocado-writing · 10 months ago

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omg… could we get an astarion x reader where the reader is gale’s apprentice? she’s extremely studious and focused on her learning of magic (as gale teaches her to be) and because gale took her on as a young girl she’s never had her first kiss (much less her first time) bc she’s been so focused on her academics… mwahahahahah 😈

notes: reader’s gender isn’t mentioned, but Astarion does call you “little”! (Edit; part 2)

rating: M

words: 1.8k

pairing: astarion x reader

Taglist: bg3 Taglist: @ghosti02art @sadandanxiouswtf @yeethaw13 (let me know if you want to be added!)

“We hope to see you soon!” calls the cashier from behind the desk, waving amicably as you leave with your arms laden with scrolls and books. You manage a smile over your shoulder, no hand free to return the kind gesture.

“I’m sure you will!” you reply. This is true. Gale has probably spent a small fortune at Sorcerous Sundries, and - with the amount of time he’s been spending with Tav recently - supply runs have fallen to you. Not that you particularly mind. It’s nice to get into the city and get away from your mentor and the de facto leader of your group making heart eyes at each other from across the camp. It’s wonderful that he’s found someone (gods know that he deserves it after all that Mystra business) but he doesn’t have to be so bloody nauseating about it.

You wait for a cart to pass, readjust your hold on the pile, and head across the road. You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t hear your name being called for a second and barrel on ahead - it’s only when you become aware of footsteps approaching that you turn.

Astarion isn’t jogging to catch you, exactly. He’s far too precious for that. But he has increased his speed to close the gap, that little smile on his face which you know can only spell trouble.

“Well, fancy running into you, my dear. Isn’t chance a fine thing?” he purrs. You raise an eyebrow.

“What, you fortuitously meeting me at the only store I ever seem to go to?”

He doesn't reply to that, instead putting a hand on his hip and cocking his head.

“It can be dangerous for a little thing like you to walk around a big city alone. Never know who might take advantage.”

He flashes his fangs with his smile, and you swear your cheeks don’t start to burn.

“I know the route back to camp perfectly well…”

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I join you then? Let me help with those books, they seem to be rather precariously perched.”

You take a moment to look him over. He’s got muscle, of course, you’ve seen him with his shirt off at camp, but you’re certain it’s all for show – you are definitely stronger than he is. Being Gale’s glorified pack mule means you have to be. But, suppressing a smile, you press half of your haul into the elf’s waiting arms and chuckle when he stumbles under the unexpected weight.

“You could suggest to your mentor that he gets into a little more light reading,” he mutters, and that makes you laugh properly. He seems pleased with himself for that. Well, more pleased with himself than he usually is, anyway - so you find yourself walking through the city streets with his company.

And it’s… nice. You’ve never been sure what to make of Astarion. He’s a bit too cunning for your usual taste in companion, but there can be no doubt that he’s competent. He travels the city streets with a familiar ease, and when he goes to turn down an alleyway mid-conversation, you almost follow him without thinking.

Almost.

“The thing is I’m sure he eats them, but – what are you doing back there? Keep up, I won’t wait for you,” he says, waiting for you. You shuffle awkwardly, and he reads your face without you having to say a word.

“Come now, I’m not going to bite you. Not unless you want me to,” there’s that damned grin again. You harrumph, knowing full well that’s exactly why you hesitated, but not wanting to show weakness in front of him. Nothing that he can use against you. You scuttle along until you make up the distance, and fall back in step.

Soon it’s just the two of you. The city noise dies down and the sound of your boots echoes in tandem with his. He has you completely alone. He could do whatever he wanted with you. You know he wouldn’t, of course, but… you’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t thrill you, just a tiny bit.

Astarion lets out a laugh.

“Your blood’s started pumping faster. Tell me, little mage, is something making your heart pound?”

Oh, right. Vampire. The bastard is uncannily attuned to these things.

“No!” you say, quickly, but there’s not much fire behind it, no real sincerity. His lip quirks.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you know. It’s alright to feel desire. Gale doesn’t seem to take very good care of you, after all…”

That makes you stick your tongue out and gag. You totally ignore the first part of that sentence and spit:

“Eurgh, Gale? Absolutely not! He’s like my brother. We’ve known each other since… well, for as long as I can remember, honestly,” you say. And it’s true. You love him, of course, but not like that. Maybe you’re a bit jealous of Tav but only because they’re taking up so much of his time. You’re desperate to have another magic lesson. It feels like it’s been ages since he’s taught you anything, and you’ve been somewhat demoted to his personal assistant rather than his student. You can’t be too upset, though. He does have that tadpole in his head, so things are probably a lot more pressing to him than teaching you how to properly refine your Fireball spell.

Astarion sees how introspective you’ve become. You have a habit of chewing on your lip when you’re lost in thought, and he’s become quite partial to it. It’s… sweet. Secretly he’s become quite partial to you. You’re endearing, bullheadedly stubborn, but sincere and enthusiastic. A bright spark in a dark world and he is drawn to you, whether he wants to be or not.

He’s harbouring something for you, and doesn’t quite want to admit what that might be. So he teases.

“You really do take up all of your time with studying, don’t you?”

You shrug as much as you can beneath your armful of books.

“Wouldn’t you, if you had the best tutor around? Wouldn’t you want to learn every single thing you possibly could?”

“All that time squirrelled away over a spell book. I wonder if you’ve ever even been kissed.”

You stop dead. Ah, he thinks. Got you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you snap, but you know your voice wobbles a little. A bit of a sore spot if you’re honest. Seeing Gale and Tav has made you realise that, actually, maybe there is something you long for. Something more.

“Ahh, so you haven’t. There’s no shame in that, little mage.”

Your cheeks are burning. You can’t look him in the eye. Thank the gods the two of you are alone, you wouldn’t want anyone to see you so flabbergasted.

“I’m… you’re…” you struggle to find words to adequately express how you feel. Furious. Embarrassed? A whole tide of things all at once, rooting you to the ground.

He walks closer. If he was living, you’d be able to feel the heat coming off of him. He puts his pile of books on the top of a part-built wall, then takes yours to do the same. You don’t resist.

“Would you like to be kissed?”

You manage to drag your eyes up from the ground to meet his gaze, searching it for any hint of insincerity. He is teasing you, a bit, but… his eyes are surprisingly soft.

He means it.

And before you can think it over, you nod.

His lips are soft. Far softer than you expected for a vampire. His kiss gently presses your mouth open, allowing for a lithe and curious swipe of his tongue. You eagerly accept it, voice catching in your throat a little in a half-rendered moan.

He tastes like mint. It’s fresh. It’s sweet.

You want more.

Carefully you put a hand on either one of his biceps, a gentle test of the muscle there. It might be only for show, but it’s firm enough for you to enjoy how it feels in your grip. You sense him smile against your mouth and deepen the kiss, running his fingers up the length of your arm until he can cup your face; grip the back of your head.

When he walks you back to press up against the alleyway wall, you trust him; and when he hooks your collar down with a single long finger, exposing your neck, that half-moan comes back with full force.

“That’s it,” he sighs, feather-light, “let me hear you, you sweet thing.”

His mouth leaves yours in order to kiss a long line down your jugular. His teeth ghost the skin there, but he never threatens to bite.

Not unless you want me to.

You find yourself trusting him absolutely. His tongue flicks against your pulse and you thrust your hips forward inadvertently. It’s an impulse. An instinct. But it has an impact, and you hear Astarion catch his breath just a bit.

“Where have you been hiding all this?” he asks, gravel filling his voice as you thread your fingers into his hair.

“Maybe you never gave me a reason to show it to you.”

He seems to like that answer, so when he slips his leg between yours, presses his thigh up to your sex… gods, you start to rock against him without a second thought.

It’s good. It feels good. Good in a way only your own hands have ever made you feel, late at night, beneath your bedroll with fucking Astarion, Astarion, Astarion running through your head.

“Look at you. All desperate for me. What do you want me to do, little mage? Where do you want me to touch?”

You take his hand and guide it down your body, yes gods yes to the apex of your legs, and —

Greetings! Hope I’m not catching you at a bad moment, but need those books at camp ASAP. Do let me know when you’ll be back!

Gale’s Sending is like a cold bucket of ice through your body, and you freeze under Astarion’s ministrations. The moment is utterly shattered. A hand on his chest moves him away and he acquiesces, confused but not pushing back.

“Hello Gale,” you sigh out loud, letting the elf know the reason for the interruption. “Will be back as soon as possible. Not too far from the camp now. Sorry for the delay. Got a little… held up.”

And then you’re just standing there. In an alley. With Astarion. And you feel very silly all of a sudden, very small. Once again your eyes drop to the floor and you start grabbing the books, quickly, anything to distract you from how humiliated you feel. You’re not sure if it’s because you let yourself give into him so easily or if it’s because you didn’t want him to stop — and you’re a bit terrified at how far you’d have let him go.

“I’ll see you at camp,” you manage to stutter out, before practically running away.

Astarion watches you go. Your departure stings.

#astarion x you #astarion x reader #Astarion x tav #Request #bg3 fic

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mokulule · 1 year ago

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Almanac - Chapter 3

Been a while since I uploaded something. Had some real busy weeks, got sick on top, just all sorts of annoyances. Tbh this has been done for a while but I was contemplating where to split this chapter, and finally decided here, which means it was done.

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) First | Masterlist

Chapter 3 - 12th October, Full Hunter’s Moon

Danny was still angry and frustrated at what the Justice League had made him do, when they could have just asked Phantom, but now at least he was calm, centered.

He breathed in deep, tasting the ectoplasm, not with lungs or tastebuds but with his core. It was quite amazing what a week of intense meditation could do for the Realms. It made him feel a bit guilty that he’d prioritized living over his duties so much, but well, for the foreseeable future he would have plenty of time to play king.

The millennia of stagnation from Pariah’s imprisonment and the time before that of Pariah’s betrayal when the power had gone to his head, had not done great things for the health of the realms. Danny was slowly but steadily changing that.

It was certainly easier to focus on than the fact that he had been summoned as the freaking Ghost King to do something he’d been on the way to deal with, locking him into a deal. He hadn’t had the heart to tell them he’d already been on the way there.

If only they had been a little bit less desperate - a little slower in their setup, all this could have been avoided.

All this power - he breathed in - the Realms’ energy, his to command and shape, infinite, still heavy with Pariah’s madness, but getting better, more colorful, lighter the more he channeled it through his core. All this power and yet, or rather because of that, he was bound by rules.

There were laws governing creatures such as him, such as Clockwork and Pandora: Ancients. Danny chuckled, it was still ridiculous to think of himself as such, he was after all only seven years dead. But as Clockwork said it wasn’t so much a matter of time as it was a matter of power.

Danny had already been powerful. Halfas, because of their still living nature, were naturally inclined to change and gaining power at a rate full ghosts didn’t. Danny having died as a teen while going through puberty (a big change in itself) allowed for exceptional power growth. Coupled with the stressful environment where he fought for his half-life weekly if not daily he had been on the fast track to become an ancient before he hit fifty.

Becoming the de facto Ghost King on his eighteenth birthday stopped that in a way. After a bout of panicked confusion things had stabilized, especially after the coronation made things all official. Danny’s power growth had slowed. It would be quite some time before Danny would be considered an ancient on his own merits now, which was just fine by him. On the flip side becoming Ghost King had made him an ancient by job description.

“Hard at work I see.”

“Clockwork,” Danny greeted, blinking open his eyes. His mentor smiled back at him from an old face that rapidly morphed younger.

“Your Majesty,” Clockwork greeted in return with a flourishing bow in the air.

Danny grimaced. “Really, Clockwork?”

“But that is what you are for the foreseeable future, is it not?”

Danny looked away, biting his lip. Indecision warred inside him, but in the end he couldn’t help but look back up and ask, “will it work?”

Warm amusement shone in the red eyes. “As long as you’re careful, this is not an easy path you’ve decided on.”

Danny scoffed. “How could I not? It was the only thing I could think of.”

“You don’t have any obligation.”

“Clockwork, I took a man from his family, their grief is paying for my assistance. I never-“ his own grief and revulsion rose up in a wave, he felt as if he would drown.

“I didn’t ask for this.” The words were choked out and small.

Clockwork opened his arms and Danny rushed forward into the embrace. He held on desperately, as a sob wrenched through his chest. So much for his calm and meditation. A hand brushed through his hair beneath where the crown floated.

“Having a kind heart is not an easy thing for a king.”

“I wanted them to hurt too though, for putting me in that situation,” Danny admitted quietly.

“Mhmm, a very human emotion.”

Danny flinched, but Clockwork continued running his hand through his hair undeterred.

“And did you let this emotion affect your decision?”

“No, of course not. The world needed saving, that was the most important.”

“Then I don’t see what else you could have done, my King.” Danny sighed, letting it go and letting the steady tick tock of the seconds counted by Clockwork’s chest calm him down.

“In any case there’s no changing the past,” Danny announced with forced cheer as he pushed away.

Clockwork promptly bonked him on the head with his staff and he yelped.

“A hard earned lesson.”

“I wasn’t asking you to.” Danny grumbled rubbing at his head. It was barely a tap, but it still smarted. “I just can’t help but wonder, you know? They thought I was a city spirit, Clockwork! If I could just change that misconception.”

“How about you focus on the present instead, hmmm? Could there maybe be something you’ve forgotten?”

“Forgotten?” Danny felt a curl of worry in his gut.

“mmhmmm,” Clockwork hummed in agreement.

Danny wracked his brain, but simply couldn’t figure out what he’d forgotten.

“How is that new pet of yours?”

“Pet?! I don’t have- Wait, you don’t mean Jason? He’s a human, not a pet! Really, Clockwork.” Danny turned away, disgruntled at Clockwork, both for calling Jason a pet and also because thinking of Jason brought all that he’d done right back up to the surface.

“And how is the human?”

“I don’t know, okay,” Danny huffed. “I haven’t seen him. But I’m sure he’s fine, he’s a big boy and I gave him free rein of the castle.”

“The semi-sentient castle that responds to your mood?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Fuck.”

Oo o oO

“Jason!” A voice yelled frantically. There were hands on him shaking him. He blinked open his eyes, not quite focused and suddenly there were green eyes and cold gloved hands on his cheeks.

“Oh good, you’re alive.” There was a lot of relief in that voice.

Jason pushed away and the hands let him. He was normally faster to wake than this, but he must have really been woken up at the wrong time. He felt immensely tired. With a yawn he sat himself up. It took him a moment to comprehend the figure floating cross-legged inches off the bedspread; fluffy white hair and dark brows worried over green eyes, dark clothing, white gloves and a floating nebulous cape behind him that was like a rare view of the night sky. It was the burning crown that finally cut through the haze with a shot of fear through his system.

He moved back, away, until his back hit the headboard. His ears hurt in phantom pain and his eyes flickered searching for signs that the king was angry, but he seemed surprisingly solid, human except for the obvious glowing and floating. Also that was not anger, it was worry and pain and… sadness?

“It seems I have more things to apologize for than I realized.”

Jason met his eyes then and at that moment he just looked tired and sad. He reached a hand out to Jason.

“Will you join me for breakfast?”

Jason didn’t take the hand.

Eventually the king grimaced and looked away. “If you’d rather eat alone that’s also fine, but I think I owe you an explanation and an apology.”

“Okay,” Jason finally answered hesitantly.

“Okay?”

“Okay I’ll join you for breakfast.” Still, instead of taking the offered hand, Jason got out on his own on the other side of the bed. He felt a bit wobbly as he got to his feet but he refused to show any more weakness.

This time as they walked and floated respectively along the hallways there were windows. If the view was to be believed it was still night, clear and starry, with a full moon.

The king noticed him looking and floated over to a window looking out. His white starlight hair moved in a non existent wind and something in his expression softened.

“It is always a clear night sky here. The stars move with the seasons in the living realm matching the northern hemisphere. It is a way for me to tell time. It’s easy to loose track here otherwise.”

Jason would believe that, he’d already lost track of time.

“How long have I been here?”

The king hunched his shoulders. “It’s been thirteen days since the equinox. It is lucky you are as liminal as you are or you would be in a worse state.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you are to some degree feeding on the energy that make up the Realms, like a ghost would.” The king sighed and turned around.

“So first apology. I had thought I gave you freedom to explore but I forgot to take into account that the castle is semi-sentient and responds to my mood, and my mood haven’t been the best.” His face darkened and it was like the hallway itself got darker and more cramped. Jason’s heart beat fast in his chest, he couldn’t focus on that, he wanted to step backwards, but he couldn’t let fear control him. He had to focus on something else.

“You forgot your castle is magical?” Jason asked, putting as much disbelief into the tone as he could force through his tight throat.

The oppressiveness disappeared, but now the King just looked tired again. “I have been king for two years, Jason, of which I still spent most of the time haunting my hometown. But still I should have realized, so I’m sorry.”

He seemed truthful, but still-

“Two years?” Jason asked weakly, that was no time at all and it was so little compared to what Jason had imagined, compared to what he suspected anyone imagined.

“Yeah, which leads into the second apology. I am in many ways still getting used to the power that comes with the position. I get a bit hard on mortal senses if I’m not careful with my emotions, your liminality protects you some, but,” the King flew closer and hovered so they were at eye height, Jason stiffened. “I was upset and I hurt you. I should have controlled myself better and now you’re scared of me.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Jason, I can taste your fear.”

A spike of fear shot through him and he gave in and stepped back. The king just gazed at him sadly.

“Again, I’m sorry.” He looked for a moment as if he wanted to say something more, but then his shoulders fell and he turned around. “The kitchen is this way.”

The drapes by the windows somehow seemed disappointed in Jason and when he stood still too long without following his section of the hallway tilted. He quickly stepped forward so he wouldn’t overbalance and followed the king - before the castle decided more drastic measures were needed.

Oo o oO

When Jason had imagined what it meant to join the king for breakfast, he wasn’t sure what he’d imagined. But it certainly wasn’t to be seated at a plain wooden table with benches in a medieval looking kitchen with what looked like a glowing, green skinned lunch lady complete with pink dress, hairnet and gloves.

“Thank you for coming with such short notice,” the king addressed the lunch lady from where he was seated across from Jason.

“Oh, it is no problem sweetie,” she replied in a kind voice as she set down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of each of them. “Growing boys needs lots of protein. And you are still much too skinny.”

Jason watched in fascination as the king rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. It was such a human gesture.

“Yeah I’m afraid it’s a bit too late for me to do more growing.”

“Not all growing is physical, dear. Cookie?”

The sudden subject change was enough to give Jason whiplash. But the king seemed to almost expect it from his fond smile.

“You’re right of course. And yes, if you’re willing, we’d love a cookie each.”

The old lady chuckled and procured two chocolate chip cookies seemingly from nowhere. She put them down on two separate plates.

“Kingship suits you, Phantom, you’ve gotten much more polite.” There was something there, a history Jason could only begin to guess at.

“You can thank Dora’s lessons for that.”

“The dragon princess? I will be sure to remember. But I must go now, you take care boys.”

Dragon princess? It was like Jason had walked into a storybook.

They ate for a while in silence as Jason contemplated the scene he’d just watched. The king, or Phantom, Jason remembered now he’d also called himself that, seemed very young. He looked to be around Jason’s age, but of course that didn’t necessarily mean anything since he was a ghost, but he had said he had only been king for two years.

“So you eat,” Jason said just to get a conversation going.

“I can eat, but I don’t have to. Especially not here in the Realms.”

“And me? You said I absorb some energy here because I’m liminal? What does that mean?”

“It means that your spirit, your soul, whatever you wanna call it, hasn’t entirely forgotten how to be dead. But you’re not a proper ghost, so you can’t entirely feed on just the energy here.”

“So if I had never died?”

“This wouldn’t even be an option. I would never take a fully living here for long, they would be driven mad.”

Jason looked down at his food and continued eating, it was delicious and doubly more so because he was starving.

It wasn’t long before Phantom stood up.

“Thank you for indulging me. I won’t force my company on you any longer. The castle shouldn’t give you as much trouble as before - it is not meant to be a prison for you.” He seemed to say the last more to the room than Jason, there was a stern almost admonishing edge.

He was starting to leave and Jason felt a sudden urgency in his chest. This was the first interaction he’d had with anyone in what was apparently nearly two weeks. The loneliness and inactivity loomed like a beast.

“No, wait!”

Phantom turned halfway back. “Did you need anything else?”

“You can’t just leave me with no purpose! I need stuff to do or I will grow mad,” Jason pleaded.

“I don’t-“ Phantom frowned, he made a resigned movement with his hands. “Well, what do you like to do?”

“I-“ And suddenly that line of questioning felt way too intimate and personal. Jason settled for “I like to fight.”

There was something almost disappointed in the king’s gaze that grated in Jason’s chest. He sighed.

“I should have figured. Fright Knight.” He raised his voice on the last two words and suddenly from one blink to the next, there was a figure in grey gladiator armor and a flaming purple cape kneeling in front of him.

“My liege, what can I do for you?”

“Our guest-” he indicated Jason, “wishes to spend his time mastering the art of combat and is in need of a worthy sparring partner.”

The fright knight rose and studied Jason, only now did Jason realize he could see nothing but darkness and a pair of eyes inside the helmet.

“He doesn’t look like much.”

“He’s still alive, make sure he stays that way,” the king said absolutely deadpan, before turning and flying off, cape flaring behind him.

- Yay! Jason got something to eat finally. And he's for sure not gonna be bored anymore, so that's something XD

Things are looking up, or?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Comments and tags are greatly appreciated. For continuations you can subscribe to the masterpost

#Almanac #dp x dc #dead on main #summonings have consequences

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moon3verland · 1 month ago

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Guarded Hearts L.HS

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Lee Heeseung x Fem!Reader GENRE! Angst, Fluff and Romance ✎SYNOPSIS! When (Name) becomes the unexpected target of a rival gang, Lee Heeseung, a powerful mafia boss, reveals himself as her secret protector. As Heeseung pulls her into his dangerous world of wealth, power, and betrayal, they must confront their growing feelings for each other while facing threats from every side.〘WC:9.0k 〙『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Violence, gun use, mentions of blood, power dynamics, mafia themes, protective behaviour, mild swearing, and suggestive content. ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

The dim lighting of the city street flickered as Lee Heeseung stepped out of his sleek, black car, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses that gave him a detached, unreadable expression. The midnight air was crisp, but it carried the unmistakable tension of a man who was used to command and control. Heeseung's world was one of power plays and calculated risks, and tonight, he had come to collect a debt. More Undercut

A debt he had never planned on cashing in.

Heeseung’s sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, assessing the familiar quiet suburban neighborhood. The house at the end of the cul-de-sac, with its modest charm and warm lights glowing from the inside, seemed like a sanctuary—untouched by the shadows that loomed in his life. But that was an illusion. He knew better.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, reading the brief message from Jay, his trusted right-hand man: "She's still inside. No unusual movement."

Heeseung sighed, his jaw tightening. This was supposed to be just another routine check—a quiet night of ensuring that his secret obligation was intact. But tonight was different. Tonight, a rival gang was looking for leverage, and they'd chosen her—(Name).

Heeseung had known (Name) for years, though she had never known him. He had watched over her from a distance ever since her father, his mentor and protector, had died in a bloody skirmish that still haunted him. A promise made on that dying breath tied Heeseung to her, a promise he had never intended to break, no matter how much distance he tried to put between them.

He wasn’t supposed to get involved, but a recent threat from a rival family had changed everything. The head of the rival gang, Kim Soo-wan, had gotten word of (Name), seen her as an opportunity—a way to hurt Heeseung. He couldn't let that happen.

Tonight, he had no choice but to step out of the shadows.

Heeseung strode up the pathway, his expensive leather shoes silent against the cracked pavement. He could feel the tension simmering beneath his calm facade, his hand itching to reach for the concealed gun at his hip. As he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked, his heart thudding with an unusual rhythm.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and (Name) appeared, her eyes wide with confusion. She was beautiful, even in her casual clothes—a soft sweater hanging off one shoulder, her hair loose around her face. There was a warmth in her gaze that Heeseung had never seen in his world, a lightness that seemed to soften the hardened edges of his heart.

"Who are you?" she asked, a hint of curiosity and suspicion in her voice. "It’s late."

Heeseung’s expression remained calm as he slipped off his sunglasses, revealing the intensity of his dark eyes. "I’m someone who owes you a favor," he said simply, his voice low and steady.

(Name) frowned, glancing around nervously. “I don’t understand… How do you know me?”

Heeseung took a step closer, his face a mask of cool detachment. "Your father saved my life once. Now it’s my turn to return the favor."

(Name) stared at him, suspicion in her eyes. "What are you talking about? My father?"

His expression remained unreadable. "There’s no time to explain everything right now. You’re in danger, and you need to come with me." His tone was firm, offering no room for argument.

She hesitated, every instinct telling her to run, but something about the way he spoke—so calm, so controlled—gave her pause. “Why should I believe you?” she challenged, her voice wavering slightly despite her best efforts.

Heeseung’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice was low, almost emotionless. “You don’t have to. But I’m the only one between you and the people who want you dead. If you don’t trust me, you won’t make it through the night.”

Her breath hitched at the bluntness of his words, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She searched his face for any sign of warmth or kindness, but found none—just a steady, calculating stare.

After a tense moment, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Fine. But I’m not going anywhere without answers.”

Heeseung’s lips twitched in what could barely pass as a smile. "You’ll get them," he replied curtly. "But not here." He extended his hand toward her, his eyes cold. “Come with me.”

She hesitated but slowly placed her hand in his, surprised by the firm, almost possessive grip he had. He led her out into the night without another word, his pace brisk, his mind already planning the next move. There was no reassurance, no comforting words—just a silent promise of protection.

The car ride was tense, filled with an uncomfortable silence that weighed heavy in the air. (Name) kept glancing at Heeseung, trying to read him, but his expression was hard, focused, as if he was a thousand miles away.

When they finally arrived at the high-rise, she felt a sense of awe mixed with fear. The entrance was guarded by men who moved aside at Heeseung's mere nod. He walked straight ahead, not bothering to look back, knowing she would follow.

They stepped into the private elevator, and Heeseung pressed the button for the top floor, his face as unreadable as ever. As they ascended, she could feel the weight of his presence beside her, the tension in the air palpable.

When the doors opened to his penthouse, the sheer luxury of the place made her pause, but Heeseung barely spared it a glance. “Sit,” he ordered, his tone commanding. “We need to talk.”

She obeyed, settling onto the leather sofa as he poured a glass of water with practiced efficiency. He handed it to her without a word and took a seat across from her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Your father was involved with some very dangerous people,” he began, his voice cold, factual. “He worked for my organization. When he died, he made me promise to keep you safe.”

(Name) blinked, trying to process the revelation. “So… my father… was part of the mafia?” she whispered, a tremor in her voice.

Heeseung nodded, his gaze never softening. “More than that. He was my mentor. And when he died, he left me with a debt to repay.”

She swallowed, her grip on the glass tightening. “And now I’m in danger because of him?”

His jaw clenched, his tone even colder. “Yes. There’s a rival gang—Kim Soo-wan’s men. They know about you. They think they can use you to get to me.”

(Name) felt fear creeping up her spine. “What do they want?”

“To hurt you. To break me,” he replied flatly. “But I won’t let that happen. As long as you’re with me, you’re untouchable.”

The room fell into a tense silence. Finally, she asked, her voice soft, “Why are you doing this?”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, his expression was almost unreadable. “Because I made a promise,” he said, his voice as cold as ice. “And I never break my promises.”

She swallowed hard, sensing the finality in his words. “I… I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Heeseung leaned back, his gaze never wavering. “You don’t have to. But know this: I am the only chance you have to stay alive.”

She nodded slowly, still feeling fear prickling at her skin, but there was no denying the truth in his words. “Alright… I’ll stay with you. For now.”

Heeseung’s face remained impassive. “Good,” he replied, his tone giving nothing away. “Just remember—I’m not doing this out of kindness. I’m doing this because I have to.”

Heeseung's words hung in the air like a challenge, and (Name) felt a cold shiver slide down her spine. There was a sharpness in his tone, a blunt honesty that left no room for misunderstanding. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and Heeseung’s eyes flickered briefly to her before he stood up, turning toward the expansive window that overlooked the city below.

The lights of the city glittered like a thousand secrets waiting to be uncovered, but there was no softness in Heeseung’s gaze as he stared out at them. His profile was sharp against the glass, his expression hard and unyielding.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said without looking at her. “You’re going to be here for a while.”

(Name) took a deep breath, glancing around the penthouse. Everything was immaculate, every piece of furniture expensive and carefully chosen. It was the opposite of her own cramped, cozy apartment. She felt out of place, like an intruder in a world she didn’t belong to. Her mind raced with questions, but she was too afraid to ask them, knowing Heeseung wouldn’t give her the answers she wanted.

Minutes passed in silence. She watched him, the way he held himself—rigid, tense, like a coiled spring ready to snap. Heeseung finally turned back to her, his expression unreadable.

“I need to make a few calls,” he said flatly. “Stay here. Don’t touch anything.”

His tone was authoritative, almost dismissive, and before she could reply, he walked toward a door at the far end of the room, disappearing inside. The door shut with a quiet click, leaving her alone in the vast space.

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She felt trapped, caught in a web she couldn’t see but could definitely feel tightening around her. Her mind whirled with everything she had just learned. Her father, a mentor to a mafia boss? And now she was a pawn in some twisted game of power and revenge.

(Name) stood up, feeling the weight of the situation press down on her shoulders. She moved to the large window, her fingers lightly touching the cold glass as she stared out at the city. The neon lights and towering buildings seemed to stretch on forever, making her feel even smaller than she already did.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and when the door finally opened again, Heeseung stepped out, his face as cold and composed as before. He crossed the room in a few long strides and paused in front of her, his gaze sharp.

“We’re moving,” he announced. “Pack whatever you need. We won’t be staying here for long.”

(Name) blinked, caught off guard. “What? Why?”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, his tone impatient. “Because it’s not safe. Kim Soo-wan’s men are closing in faster than I anticipated. We need to relocate to somewhere they can’t find us.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “But… I thought this place was secure.”

Heeseung’s expression tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Nothing is ever truly secure in this world. Now do as I say, or you’ll find out just how unsafe it can get.”

She flinched at the harshness of his words, feeling the sting of his cold demeanor. But she nodded, turning away to gather her things. Heeseung’s presence was like a shadow behind her, unyielding and constant.

“Do you always talk to people like that?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely hiding the tremor of anger.

Heeseung’s lips curled into a small, humorless smile. “People don’t usually ask me questions, (Name). They know better.”

She bristled at his tone, biting back a retort. But she knew pushing him wasn’t wise, not now. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, trying to keep her hands from trembling. Heeseung gave a single nod, turning toward the door.

“Follow me,” he said, already moving ahead. “And stay close. I won’t ask twice.”

The elevator ride down was silent, tense. She could feel his eyes on her, even when she didn’t look directly at him. Once they were in the car, Heeseung gave a brief, clipped order to the driver, and the vehicle pulled away from the building, speeding into the night.

Heeseung leaned back, his gaze now fixed out the window. His fingers drummed lightly on his knee, a rare show of impatience. (Name) watched him, her curiosity battling with her fear.

“Where are we going?” she finally dared to ask.

Heeseung turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “Somewhere you won’t be found. Somewhere I can control who comes and goes.”

She swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. “And what happens after that?”

Heeseung’s expression hardened. “After that? We figure out what to do next. But right now, keeping you alive is my only priority.”

There was a finality in his voice that made her shiver. She leaned back, looking away from him, her thoughts racing. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, but one thing was clear—Heeseung wasn’t someone who played by anyone else’s rules. And she was now caught in his game.

The car sped through the empty streets, a blur of lights and shadows passing by. (Name) felt every muscle in her body tense, her hands gripping the seat as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Beside her, Heeseung remained a cold, unreadable figure, his gaze flickering out the window, but always returning to her, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

The silence in the car was suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unanswered questions. She wanted to ask more, to understand why her life had suddenly spiraled into chaos, but the icy edge in Heeseung's voice and the hardened look in his eyes told her that now was not the time for curiosity.

Eventually, the car turned down a narrow, dimly lit road, away from the busy streets and into a quieter, more secluded part of the city. The buildings here were older, their facades cracked and worn. They pulled up in front of a tall, nondescript building, its windows dark and empty.

Heeseung got out first, motioning for her to follow. “Stay close,” he ordered again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens and traffic humming in the background. Heeseung led her toward a side entrance, nodding at another guard who stood by the door. The guard opened it without a word, and they slipped inside.

The interior was stark and dimly lit, the hallway narrow and bare. Heeseung moved with purpose, his steps quiet but deliberate. (Name) hurried to keep up, her eyes darting around, trying to take in her surroundings. The walls were lined with security cameras, and she could feel them tracking their every move.

They reached an elevator at the end of the hall, and Heeseung pressed a code into a keypad before the doors slid open. Once inside, he punched another code into a hidden panel, and the elevator began its ascent.

Heeseung remained silent, his jaw set, his hands resting loosely at his sides. (Name) watched him, trying to make sense of the man standing next to her. He seemed so composed, so controlled, but there was an underlying tension she couldn’t ignore—a storm just waiting to break loose.

When the elevator finally stopped, the doors opened to a spacious loft, dimly lit but clearly luxurious. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and a large wooden desk sat near a wall of windows overlooking the city. Unlike the penthouse, this place felt less like a home and more like a fortress—a place meant to hide, to strategize.

Heeseung stepped out and turned to her. “This is where you’ll stay for now. It’s secure. No one knows about it except me and a few of my most trusted men. You’ll be safe here.”

She nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety. “And you? Where will you be?”

Heeseung's expression remained unchanged. “Close by. I have business to handle, but I’ll make sure to check in. My men will guard the building, so don’t try to leave. It’s for your own safety.”

(Name) bit her lip, fighting the urge to argue. “And what if I want to leave? What if I don’t want to stay here?”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them. “You don’t have a choice,” he replied, his voice cold and firm. “Until I know the threat is gone, you’re staying put. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

She flinched at the finality in his tone, the way his words seemed to cut through the air like a knife. She knew better than to push further. Instead, she turned away, feeling his gaze burn into her back.

“Fine,” she muttered under her breath, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “But I expect answers. I deserve to know why my life is suddenly in danger.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened for a brief moment, a crack in his otherwise unyielding demeanor. “You’ll get them,” he said quietly. “But first, I need to make sure you survive long enough to hear them.”

Before she could respond, he turned and headed toward the door. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it,” he called over his shoulder before stepping out, the door closing behind him with a resounding click.

(Name) stood there, alone in the dimly lit loft, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She felt trapped in a world she didn’t understand, under the protection of a man who seemed as dangerous as the threats he was trying to shield her from. The silence in the room was oppressive, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.

She walked over to the windows, looking out at the city below. Her life had been turned upside down in a matter of hours, and now she was caught in the middle of a conflict she never asked to be part of.

A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts, and she turned around to see a young woman standing there—a maid, by the looks of her, holding a tray with a cup of tea.

“Mr. Lee asked me to bring this to you,” the woman said, her voice polite but distant. “He thought it might help you relax.”

(Name) managed a small nod, taking the tea from her. “Thank you,” she replied softly, watching as the maid left as quickly as she came.

She sat down on the sofa, the cup warm in her hands. She took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her, but it did little to calm the turmoil inside her. She didn’t know what to expect next, or if she could really trust Heeseung. But one thing was clear—her life was no longer her own. And there was no telling when or how this nightmare would end.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Heeseung leaned against the wall, his face a mask of cold determination. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, waiting as it rang. When a voice answered, he spoke in a low, controlled tone.

“Double the security around the building,” he ordered. “I don’t want any mistakes. If anyone even gets close, you know what to do.”

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. His gaze was hard, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. He couldn’t afford any slip-ups—not now. Not with everything on the line.

And as he stood there, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, he realized just how much he was willing to sacrifice to keep her safe—even if it meant becoming the cold, ruthless man everyone thought he already was.

Hours passed slowly in the dimly lit loft. (Name) could barely sleep, her mind swirling with thoughts of her father and the life she never knew he lived. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the shadows cast by the flickering streetlights outside. Every sound in the unfamiliar space felt amplified: the distant hum of the city, the creaking of the old building settling, and the faint rustle of guards outside the door.

She finally drifted off to a restless sleep, only to be woken by the sound of her phone vibrating on the side table. She reached for it groggily, her heart racing, only to see an unknown number flashing on the screen.

She hesitated, then answered, her voice shaky. “Hello?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice responded, low and menacing. “If you want to live, you need to leave now. They’re coming for you, and Heeseung can’t protect you forever.”

(Name) froze, fear gripping her. “Who… who is this?” she stammered, her heart thundering in her chest.

The voice chuckled darkly. “Someone who knows more than you think. You have no idea what you’re caught up in, girl. Leave now, while you still can.”

The call abruptly ended, and (Name) stared at the phone, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Panic clawed at her, and she glanced around the loft, feeling suddenly trapped. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she knew leaving wouldn’t be that simple.

She paced the room, her thoughts racing. Should she trust the anonymous caller or Heeseung, the cold, enigmatic man who held her life in his hands? She glanced at the door, contemplating her next move. Before she could decide, the door swung open, and Heeseung stepped in, his expression unreadable.

His eyes immediately fell on her, taking in her wide eyes and trembling hands. “What happened?” he demanded, his tone colder than before, sensing her fear.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I… I got a call. Someone said they’re coming for me, that you can’t protect me forever.”

Heeseung’s jaw tightened, and he crossed the room in two swift strides, grabbing her phone. He checked the call log, his face darkening. “Did they say anything else?”

She shook her head, biting her lip. “Just… that I should leave. That I’m in danger.”

Heeseung cursed under his breath, his eyes flashing with anger. “Soo-wan’s men. They’re getting bold,” he muttered. He turned back to her, his expression hardening. “You listen to me, and listen carefully. Don’t ever answer an unknown call again. They’re trying to scare you, to make you doubt me. That’s their game.”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone but nodded, sensing the urgency in his words. “I’m sorry… I just… I didn’t know.”

Heeseung’s face softened slightly, but only for a moment. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice quieter but still firm. “But you need to understand something: in my world, trust is earned, not given. You have to trust that I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe. Or this won’t work.”

She nodded slowly, feeling a lump in her throat. “I’m trying,” she whispered.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on her, a flicker of something passing through his eyes—something almost like regret. He took a step back, his demeanor shifting back to the cold, unyielding leader he was. “Get dressed. We’re leaving. It’s not safe here anymore.”

(Name) blinked in surprise. “Leaving? Where are we going?”

“To a place they won’t find you,” he replied curtly, already moving toward the door. “Pack only what you need. We don’t have much time.”

She quickly grabbed a bag, stuffing it with a few essentials, her hands shaking. She glanced back at Heeseung, who stood by the door, his eyes scanning the hallway outside, always alert, always calculating.

As they made their way down to the car, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Her nerves were on edge, every shadow seeming to conceal a hidden threat. Heeseung noticed her anxiety and placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her firmly but gently. “Stay close,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Once inside the car, Heeseung took off, driving with a controlled urgency. The city lights blurred past them as they sped down empty streets. (Name) stole glances at him, trying to understand the man behind the cold exterior. There was a time when she might have been terrified to be alone with someone like him, but now, the fear was mixed with something else—something she couldn’t quite name.

Finally, Heeseung spoke, breaking the heavy silence. “I’ll take you to a safe house. It’s further out of the city, more secure. No one will know we’re there. You’ll be safe.”

(Name) nodded, though she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could live like this—constantly on the run, under his command. “And then what?” she asked softly. “How long do I have to stay hidden?”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, and he glanced at her, his eyes unreadable. “Until they back off or until I’ve eliminated every last one of them,” he answered, his voice like steel.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Eliminate…? You mean—”

“I mean whatever it takes,” he cut her off, his voice firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions. “I’m not letting them get to you. Not now, not ever.”

A cold shiver ran down her spine, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. She could see the ruthless determination in his eyes—the lengths he was willing to go to protect her. And despite the fear, there was a strange sense of safety in knowing he would stop at nothing to keep her safe.

They continued to drive into the night, the city fading into the distance, the road stretching out ahead of them like an uncertain future. (Name) sat back, trying to calm her racing heart, knowing that whatever lay ahead, she would have to trust him. She didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

But one question still burned in her mind—a question she was too afraid to ask. Why? Why was he willing to go to such lengths for her? What was it about her father’s promise that made him so determined to keep her alive?

And as the night stretched on, with only the sound of the road beneath them and the hum of the engine in the air, (Name) realized she might never truly understand the man sitting beside her—the man who was both her captor and her protector, her greatest fear, and her only hope.

The safe house was miles outside the city, nestled in the woods where the dense trees swallowed the moonlight, casting long, eerie shadows across the narrow path leading to it. Heeseung drove in silence, his face a mask of concentration. The tension in the car was thick, almost suffocating.

When they finally arrived, the building came into view—a small, nondescript cabin that looked abandoned from the outside, the perfect hiding place. Heeseung parked the car and turned off the engine, but he made no move to get out. He stayed still, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

(Name) watched him carefully, her heart still racing from the events of the night. She knew better than to ask questions right now, but her curiosity and anxiety were at war inside her. Finally, Heeseung seemed to snap back into the moment. He opened his door and stepped out, motioning for her to follow.

"Stay close," he repeated, his voice low but commanding.

She nodded, stepping out into the cool night air, the sound of crickets filling the silence. Heeseung led her to the cabin, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door. The interior was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a weak glow over the room. The place was sparse, but it was clean, with a few pieces of furniture and the bare essentials—a table, a couple of chairs, a sofa, and a small kitchen area.

Heeseung locked the door behind them and then turned to her, his expression still guarded. "You should get some rest," he said, his tone flat. "There’s a bedroom down the hall. It’s small, but it’ll do for now."

(Name) nodded, glancing around the unfamiliar space. “What about you?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

Heeseung shrugged. “I’ll keep watch. Make sure no one followed us. I don’t sleep much anyway.”

His words were cold, almost indifferent, but she could sense the underlying concern—the way his eyes flickered to the windows, always checking, always on alert. She wondered how long he’d been living like this—constantly on edge, never fully at ease.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “Heeseung… I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if I can trust you, but… thank you. For keeping me safe.”

Heeseung’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a brief crack in his cold exterior. “Don’t thank me yet,” he muttered. “We’re not out of this mess.”

He turned away from her, moving to check the windows, pulling the curtains tighter. She watched him for a moment longer before retreating down the hallway to the small bedroom. The room was sparse, just a bed and a dresser, but it felt like a sanctuary after the chaos of the day.

She closed the door behind her and sank onto the bed, her thoughts racing. Every part of her wanted to collapse, to give in to the exhaustion clawing at her, but sleep felt impossible. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Heeseung paced back and forth, his mind spinning with calculations and contingency plans. He knew they’d made a bold move by bringing her out here. It would buy them time, but not much. Soo-wan's men were relentless, and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down for a second.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from Jay, one of his most trusted men.

Message from Jay: "Got word from the streets. Soo-wan’s looking for her, hard. He’s pissed, and he’s not giving up. What’s the next move?"

Heeseung stared at the message, his jaw clenching. He quickly typed back.

Message to Jay: "Stay low. I’ve got her out of the city. Keep an eye on the usual spots, and don’t engage unless necessary."

He put his phone away, his mind already formulating the next steps. He knew he needed to get ahead of Soo-wan, to find a way to end this once and for all. But the truth was, he didn’t have a clear plan yet. And that uncertainty gnawed at him like a festering wound.

Heeseung’s thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. He turned to see (Name) standing at the doorway, her expression uncertain.

“I… I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everything’s too quiet.”

Heeseung’s gaze softened for just a second, then he nodded. “It’s understandable. This isn’t a normal situation for you. But you’ll get used to it.”

She swallowed, stepping further into the room. “Do you ever get used to it?” she asked, her eyes searching his face.

Heeseung hesitated, then shook his head slightly. “No. You don’t. But you learn to survive. You learn to adapt.”

(Name) nodded, absorbing his words. She hesitated before speaking again. “Why do you do it? Why this life? You seem… different from the others.”

Heeseung’s expression hardened again, and he turned away, looking out the window into the darkness. “We don’t choose this life,” he said quietly. “It chooses us. Circumstances, decisions… they lead us down a path, and sometimes, there’s no turning back.”

She could hear the pain in his voice, the weight of whatever history he carried. She wanted to ask more, to understand, but she sensed that his walls were up again, impenetrable. So she nodded, accepting the answer he was willing to give.

Heeseung glanced back at her, his gaze sharp. “You should try to get some rest,” he said firmly. “We have a long day ahead tomorrow.”

She nodded, turning to leave, but paused at the doorway. “Heeseung… be careful.”

Heeseung gave a curt nod, his face unreadable. “Always am,” he replied, his voice low. And with that, she turned and walked back down the hallway, feeling a strange mixture of fear and something else—something she couldn’t quite place.

As she lay back down, her thoughts drifted to Heeseung, to his cold demeanor, and the fleeting glimpses of vulnerability she’d seen beneath it. She wondered what had brought him to this life, what had made him the man he was. And somewhere, deep down, she wondered if she’d ever find a way to break through those walls.

But for now, she was trapped in his world—a world of shadows and secrets, where trust was a rare and precious commodity, and survival was the only goal that mattered. And as the night wore on, with the silence stretching between them, she knew that this was only the beginning of a dangerous game—one where the stakes were life and death, and the rules were written in blood.

he night dragged on, the darkness outside the cabin feeling endless. Heeseung sat by the window, his posture tense, eyes flicking between the shadows beyond and his phone screen. Every little noise—a rustling leaf, a distant animal cry—set him on edge, and he tightened his grip on the gun resting on the table beside him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but the faint light of dawn began to creep in through the cracks of the curtains, painting the room in muted shades of gray. Heeseung’s body was exhausted, but his mind refused to rest. He couldn’t afford to relax, not when Soo-wan’s men were out there, hunting for any sign of them.

A soft sound behind him made him turn his head. (Name) stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweatshirt she had found in the small closet. Her eyes were tired, but there was a quiet determination in her expression.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Heeseung asked, his voice low and gruff.

She shook her head. “Not really. I keep thinking… about my father, about you, about everything.”

Heeseung nodded, his face still unreadable. “It’s a lot to process. But you need to rest. Your body and mind are both running on fumes, and that’s not going to help us.”

She took a few hesitant steps closer. “What about you? Have you slept at all?”

Heeseung smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Sleep is a luxury I can’t afford right now.”

She bit her lip, sensing the tension radiating from him. She knew he was trying to protect her, but there was a coldness to him, an unyielding strength that kept her at a distance. And yet, she felt an inexplicable urge to get closer, to understand the man behind the icy exterior.

(Name) approached the window and leaned against the wall next to him, her eyes following his to the shadows outside. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” she said quietly. “I’m not completely helpless. I can handle myself if I need to.”

Heeseung shot her a glance, his lips tightening into a thin line. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered. “You’ve never had to survive in this world, to face what I’ve faced.”

Her brows furrowed, feeling a flare of defiance rise in her chest. “I know I’m not as experienced as you, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless. My father taught me how to take care of myself. I’m not just some sheltered girl.”

Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through her. “And what did your father teach you, exactly? How to hide? How to run? That’s not enough. Not in this life. You have no idea what these people are capable of.”

(Name) met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “Then show me,” she challenged. “Teach me what I need to know.”

Heeseung stared at her, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. For a moment, he said nothing, the silence thickening between them. Then, he let out a short, bitter laugh. “You think it’s that simple? That I can just teach you how to survive?”

She held her ground, her expression resolute. “I think if you’re going to drag me into this world, I deserve to know how to survive in it.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened, just for a second, before his cold mask slipped back into place. He nodded slowly. “Fine. You want to learn? I’ll teach you. But it won’t be easy. And you’re not going to like it.”

She squared her shoulders, determination blazing in her eyes. “I’m not looking for easy. I’m looking to survive.”

Heeseung watched her for another moment, then nodded again, more firmly this time. “Alright. Let’s start with the basics. Follow me.”

He led her outside to the small clearing behind the cabin. The air was crisp, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the dew-covered grass. Heeseung reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, compact handgun. He checked it over quickly before handing it to her.

(Name) took the gun, her hands steady despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. She had never held a real gun before—only seen them in movies or news reports. But as her fingers closed around the cold metal, a strange sense of calm settled over her.

Heeseung’s gaze was sharp, scrutinizing her every move. “First lesson: always know your weapon,” he began, his voice authoritative. “Feel the weight of it, know its parts, understand how it works. This isn’t just a tool—it’s an extension of yourself in a fight.”

She nodded, taking his words to heart. Her fingers brushed over the barrel, the grip, feeling the contours of the weapon. Heeseung stepped closer, guiding her hands, showing her how to properly hold it.

“Always keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. “And when you aim, focus on your target. Clear your mind of everything else.”

He stepped back, watching her as she adjusted her stance. “Now, aim at that tree over there,” he instructed, pointing to a thick, sturdy oak a few yards away.

She raised the gun, her arms trembling slightly as she lined up her shot. Her breath was shallow, her mind racing. She could feel Heeseung’s eyes on her, cold and assessing.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice a soft command. “Steady your hands. Focus.”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She steadied her grip, adjusted her aim, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, echoing through the woods, and the recoil jerked her arms back. The bullet missed the tree entirely, striking the ground a few feet away.

Heeseung didn’t react, his expression unreadable. “Again,” he said simply.

(Name) frowned, her frustration mounting, but she raised the gun again, aiming carefully. She took another deep breath and fired. This time, the shot hit closer, but still missed the target.

Heeseung nodded slightly, his tone still cold. “Better. But not good enough. You need to be precise. Every shot counts.”

(Name) gritted her teeth, determination flaring in her chest. She adjusted her stance again, her focus sharpening. She fired once more, and this time, the bullet hit the tree with a satisfying thunk.

Heeseung’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he quickly masked it. “Good,” he said, his tone still firm. “Keep practicing. You’re going to need to be a lot faster if you want to survive.”

She nodded, feeling a strange mix of frustration and satisfaction. Heeseung’s cold demeanor hadn’t softened, but there was a hint of approval in his voice that she found herself oddly craving.

As the morning wore on, Heeseung continued to train her, pushing her harder with every exercise. He taught her how to fight, how to disarm an opponent, how to move silently through the woods. Each lesson was grueling, and he offered no encouragement, only cold, blunt criticism. But (Name) didn’t give up. She pushed herself, determined to prove that she could handle whatever this world threw at her.

By midday, she was exhausted, her body aching, but she felt a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t expected. Heeseung finally called for a break, and she sank down onto the grass, breathing heavily.

Heeseung watched her, his expression unreadable. “You did better than I expected,” he admitted, a faint hint of admiration in his voice.

She looked up at him, surprised by the rare compliment. “Thanks,” she managed to say between breaths.

Heeseung nodded, his face still serious. “But don’t get too comfortable. This is just the beginning. The real test is yet to come.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. She knew she had a long way to go, but she was willing to do whatever it took to survive. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find a way to thaw the icy wall Heeseung had built around himself.

For now, she was ready to face whatever came next, even if it meant diving headfirst into a world of danger, betrayal, and secrets.

Heeseung kept up his relentless pace, guiding (Name) through a series of increasingly complex training exercises. They worked through the afternoon and well into the evening, with only brief breaks for water and food. By the time night fell, (Name) was physically and mentally drained, but she had improved markedly.

The penthouse’s luxurious setting felt like a distant memory as she collapsed onto the sofa, her muscles aching. Heeseung, as always, remained composed, his gaze sharp as he observed her. He poured a glass of water for her and handed it over without a word.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice hoarse. She took a long sip, savoring the coolness.

Heeseung finally allowed himself a moment of relaxation, though his expression remained impassive. “You did well today,” he said, his tone begrudgingly approving. “But don’t expect any more praise. We’re not here to coddle you.”

(Name) managed a tired smile, looking up at him. “I didn’t expect you to. But I appreciate it anyway.”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered with something—perhaps surprise, or even a trace of warmth—but he quickly masked it with his usual cold demeanor. “We’ll continue tomorrow. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

She nodded, rising from the sofa with a groan. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. The world outside was still dangerous, and Heeseung’s cold, unyielding demeanor was a constant reminder of that. Yet, despite everything, she felt an unexpected bond forming between them—one forged in the fires of adversity.

As she made her way to the bedroom, she glanced back at Heeseung, who had returned to his position by the window, his silhouette stark against the city lights. There was something about him—an unspoken depth that intrigued her, even if he kept it carefully hidden behind layers of coldness and detachment.

The next few days followed a similar pattern. Heeseung continued to train (Name), pushing her to her limits and beyond. Each session was grueling, but (Name) refused to back down. She was determined to prove herself, not just to Heeseung but to herself. Every bruise, every ache, was a step toward becoming stronger.

Throughout it all, Heeseung remained distant, his interactions with her limited to instructions and corrections. He rarely spoke of personal matters, and his emotions remained well-guarded. But there were fleeting moments when his gaze softened ever so slightly, when he showed a hint of concern beneath his icy exterior.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Heeseung found (Name) sitting on the balcony, staring out at the city skyline. The city lights below flickered like a sea of stars, casting a soft glow over the scene.

Heeseung approached silently, taking a seat beside her. For once, he didn’t have a scathing comment or a harsh criticism. He simply sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

(Name) looked at him, her eyes tired but curious. “You ever think about what you’ll do once all this is over?” she asked quietly.

Heeseung’s gaze remained fixed on the city. “I don’t have time for that,” he replied. “There’s always another threat, another problem to deal with.”

She nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “I guess it’s hard to think about the future when you’re constantly dealing with the present.”

Heeseung glanced at her, a flicker of something—vulnerability, perhaps—in his eyes. “You’re getting better at this. Faster than I expected.”

She managed a small smile, though her fatigue was evident. “Thanks to you. I wouldn’t have made it this far without your help.”

Heeseung’s lips twitched slightly, though he quickly masked it with his usual stoic expression. “Just doing what needs to be done.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, a rare break from the constant tension. For a moment, it felt as though they were simply two people sharing a quiet moment, not bound by danger or duty.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The following day brought new challenges, and with them, renewed threats. Heeseung’s demeanor grew colder, more intense, as he focused on the impending danger. The rival gang’s attempts to track them down had intensified, and Heeseung’s focus was unwavering.

Heeseung’s attention to detail was meticulous, every action calculated and precise. He prepared for every possible scenario, ensuring that (Name) was always protected. His coldness was a shield, one that he used to keep his emotions at bay, even as he fought to keep her safe.

(Name) continued to train diligently, her skills improving with each passing day. The bond between her and Heeseung grew stronger, forged through shared trials and relentless training. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection that transcended words.

One evening, as they prepared for another round of training, Heeseung pulled her aside. “We’re moving out of the penthouse,” he said abruptly. “The rival gang has narrowed down our location. We need to stay ahead of them.”

(Name)’s heart sank at the news, but she nodded, ready to follow his lead. “Where are we going?”

Heeseung’s expression was unreadable. “A secure location. We’ll be safer there.”

As they packed up their belongings, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling of impending danger. The city outside was a constant reminder of the threat they faced, but she was determined to stay strong.

Heeseung’s focus was unwavering, his every action calculated and precise. He was a master at navigating the dangerous world he inhabited, and (Name) was learning to adapt to it, driven by her own resolve and determination.

The journey to their new location was tense, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Heeseung remained vigilant, his gaze scanning the surroundings as they traveled. (Name) sat beside him, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.

When they arrived at the secure location, a secluded estate surrounded by high walls and guarded by security personnel, (Name) felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The estate was luxurious, yet its isolation was a stark reminder of the danger they faced.

As they settled in, Heeseung’s demeanor remained as cold and calculated as ever. But (Name) could sense a subtle shift—an underlying protectiveness that he struggled to hide.

Despite the danger, there were moments of quiet between them, moments where Heeseung’s cold facade cracked just slightly. They would sit together in the evenings, sharing small, unguarded moments. Heeseung would speak more openly, revealing glimpses of the man behind the mafia boss. And (Name) found herself increasingly drawn to him, despite his guarded nature.

The days turned into weeks, and the danger continued to loom. But with Heeseung by her side, (Name) felt a strange sense of security. His presence, though cold and distant, was a constant reminder of his commitment to keeping her safe.

One evening, as they sat on the estate’s balcony overlooking the city, (Name) turned to Heeseung, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. “You’ve done so much for me. Why?”

Heeseung’s gaze was fixed on the city lights, his expression impassive. “Because I made a promise,” he said softly. “To your father. And because… I care about you.”

His admission hung in the air, a rare glimpse into the man behind the mafia boss. (Name) felt her heart swell at his words, and for a moment, the coldness that had defined their interactions seemed to melt away.

She reached out, placing a hand on his. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”

Heeseung’s eyes met hers, and for a fleeting moment, there was a warmth in his gaze. He squeezed her hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they had formed.

As the sun set over the city, casting a warm glow over the estate, (Name) felt a sense of peace. Despite the danger and uncertainty, she had found a connection with Heeseung that transcended their circumstances.

In the heart of the storm, amidst the shadows and secrets, they had found something real. And as they faced the challenges ahead, they would do so together, united by their shared trials and their unspoken bond.

As the evening settled into a tranquil hush, Heeseung led (Name) through the sprawling gardens of the estate. The soft glow of the moonlight cast a gentle sheen over the meticulously maintained grounds, and the faint scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air. The peaceful ambiance was a stark contrast to the tension they had lived through, creating a serene backdrop for the conversation that was about to unfold.

They walked side by side, their footsteps barely making a sound on the gravel path. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that had grown between them over the past few weeks. Heeseung’s usual cold demeanor had thawed, revealing a side of him that was softer and more vulnerable.

As they reached a secluded spot beneath a large, ancient oak tree, Heeseung stopped and turned to face (Name). The tree’s sprawling branches provided a natural canopy, and the moonlight filtering through the leaves created a dappled effect on the ground.

Heeseung’s expression was serious, his eyes reflecting the moon’s pale light. He took a deep breath, his gaze locking with hers. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion.

(Name) met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, her heart racing in her chest. “What is it, Heeseung?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking until they were just a breath apart. His hand reached out, gently cupping her cheek. The touch was tender, his fingers warm against her skin. “These past few weeks have been… different. I’ve spent so much of my life hiding behind walls, pushing people away. But with you, it’s been different.”

Heeseung’s thumb brushed lightly over her cheekbone, his eyes searching hers for understanding. “You’ve seen a side of me that no one else has. You’ve seen the parts of me I’ve tried so hard to keep hidden. And despite everything, you’ve stood by me. You’ve shown me what it means to care about someone.”

He hesitated, his voice faltering for a moment. “I never thought I’d let anyone in, especially not someone as incredible as you. But the truth is, I’ve come to care about you in ways I didn’t expect. You’ve become so important to me, and I can’t ignore what I feel anymore.”

(Name)’s breath caught in her throat as she listened to his heartfelt confession. Her eyes glistened with emotion, the depth of his words touching her deeply. She reached up, placing her hand over his, her own fingers trembling slightly.

Heeseung’s gaze softened, his expression filled with a mixture of vulnerability and resolve. “I know our circumstances aren’t ideal. We’ve been through so much, and there’s still so much uncertainty. But I want you to know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect you and to make things right.”

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. The closeness of their bodies, the shared warmth, created an intimate moment that felt like it was suspended in time. “I’m not just protecting you because of a promise. I’m doing it because… I’ve fallen for you. I’ve fallen for you in ways I never thought possible.”

(Name) closed her eyes, savoring the closeness and the sincerity of his words. Her heart was pounding, a mixture of joy and relief flooding through her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the sincerity in Heeseung’s gaze.

“I care about you too, Heeseung,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I’ve come to see you for who you really are, and despite everything, I’m grateful for what we’ve shared. I want to be with you, not just because of the danger, but because I care about you deeply.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened even further, a rare and genuine smile gracing his lips. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with the depth of the emotions they had both been holding back. It was a promise of more to come, a declaration of their newfound connection.

As they pulled away, Heeseung’s hand remained on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing against her skin. “Then let’s face whatever comes next together,” he said softly. “We’ve been through so much, and I want us to be more than just survivors of our circumstances. I want us to be something real, something lasting.”

(Name) nodded, her heart full and her spirit uplifted. “I want that too,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Let’s move forward together, and face whatever challenges come our way. We’ll do it side by side.”

The night continued to envelop them, the city lights shimmering below, as they stood together under the ancient oak tree. Their shared moment was one of profound connection, a testament to the strength of their bond and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

With the danger receding and their relationship solidified, Heeseung and (Name) embraced the future with renewed hope and purpose. They knew their journey had been arduous, but it had led them to a place of genuine connection and enduring love.

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