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Months have passed since Danny's integration back with his family. Maddie and Jack have been running non-invasive tests on his body day and night, so that Danny wouldn't die in the coming war.

Fright Knight walked down to the basement with a dainty black cup in his hand, he watched as Danny stood in the middle of the basement and his energy poured out continuously. "Keep going Dann-o! You've been pushing out ecto-energy for two days straight!"

The monitor beeped a dark red, with the words 'Class Nine' sprawled across. "I managed to absorb the powers of the Crown of Fire before I ripped it off."

Walking to Fright Knight, the green energy encased the knight as he dropped to a knee. "My liege, Frostbite is in the living room awaiting you."

Dorathea and Wulf both tensed as they watched, but Danny only smiled and thanked him. "I'm heading up."

He flew up and saw Frostbite sitting on the small sofa, his large frame taking up all the space on it. When Frostbite saw Danny, he immediately bowed his head. "Great One! I have no words to speak my regret for your subordinates, I can only offer my life—."

"It's alright, I know it wasn't you that sent the warriors to kill Desiree. I wasn't angry at you, I was just afraid that you'd lost your way."

Tears spilled and wet Frostbite's white fur as Danny gave a large hug, which only caused the large ghost to cry harder.

"Frostbite!" Wulf shouted in Esperanto, "The Far Frozen have amassed an army! You must quell them!"

His razor-sharp claws opened a portal to the Ghost Zone, and Frostbite dived in.

A veritable army of ghosts had been amassed to wreak havoc on Amity Park. Far more than Frostbite had anticipated.

Pandora and Dan stood next to the sole Observant, watching Frostbite closely.

"Frostbite. We are pleased to see that you have joined the cause."

"With all due respect, members of the High Council," He said, bowing shortly, "I did it not for you, but for my people."

"You sound unsure of yourself, why's that, snowball?" Dan leered out, his Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire glinted menacingly.

Frostbite spared a glance behind him. There were at least a hundred ghosts present. All with the same crazed look in their eye. A desire for mayhem. This would not end well. "Why do you need so many to defeat so few?" He asked. "Phantom is only one ghost."

"He is the Ghost King."

"Not anymore."

"Time is no longer our ally. We must be prepared for the worst."

Frostbite narrowed his eyes. "What is the worst?"

The Observant shared a harried look with Pandora. "That is not for us to divulge."

"Then, tell me, why do those tasked with watching seek to meddle with the world's natural course?"

"Meddling implies selfishness. Are you not here because you fear for your people? We fear the same."

Frostbite grunted and lowered his head.

The Observant, sensing his victory, gestured to the army of ghosts. "They will move at once. Are you with them, Great Ruler of the Far Frozen?"

Frostbite turned to the faces of his soldiers, looked at Pandora in turn, and his hardened expression crumbled. Sadness welled and he reached out a hand, grabbed Pandora's shoulder and shook his head. "I cannot. I cannot do this."

"Frostbite?"

"I give up my rule as ruler of the Far Frozen, I will never be on the side of the Great One's enemies."

Pandora's eyes widened, "You cannot be serious!"

Frostbite gave one more sad look at the mass of ghosts and bolted towards the portal, the Observant looking down from his perch angrily. "What do we do?"

"Let him go," The Observant said. "A single ghost will not change the tide of battle. You must move now. For the safety of the future!"

"For the future!"

The Far Frozen warriors exchanged glances, at one another then at Pandora.

"What are we supposed to do?" one asked.

"We fight. What else can we do?" Pandora said.

"But with who?"

Pandora adjusted her helmet and watched the haphazard army fly out to the war zone. "Whoever you choose."

Something was wrong.

Was it Danny huddled up in his bedroom, heaving and panting? Shouting for Ember to get away.

Or was it that the Crown of Fire was on his head once more, his eyes blood red.

With that, she grabs Danny and he allows himself to be dragged inside Jazz's larger bedroom.

As soon as the door shuts behind them, Ember is twirling to face him, a hand nestling in the crook of her arms while the other squeezes the bridge of her nose.

Danny studies her for a moment, quite enjoying her agitation; let her experience some of the frustration he did when he had to be ripped from his rightful throne.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asks quietly, finally, after a long moment, her arms falling down to her sides. "Where do you get the nerve?"

"Where do I get the nerve? That's amusing coming from you. After all, conning me out to take off the crown, very smart," Danny answers smoothly, allowing a hint of her previous anger at her to colour her words.

"So, were you too pussy to live up to what you said?" She shoots back furiously.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mclain, considering the means you used to do so," Danny says cryptically, taking a moment to study the landscape. Amity Park buzzed with life, he should set up his kingdom here when he becomes king.

"Take the crown off, I know you—." She said tersely.

"That's not going to happen," Danny responds, an eyebrow raising, less than amused by her gall.

She takes a deep breath, probably in an effort to remain patient. "That pussy Danny is dead, Phantom's back, Mclain."

"Come now, Mclain, you're not really all that surprised are you? You must've known what the consequences of trying to resist the crown. I told you; it won't let me go. Apparently, you needed to be reminded of that fact and all that it implies."

She is silent, merely staring at him, hate and anger shining in her eyes.

"Maybe I'll kill the humans below, just to remind you what it means to cross me…"

"If you do anything to harm his family…" Her voice trails off, but her words are clear. And in that moment, she is so raw… so passionate that it's turning him on.

Danny hopes his family has thick walls, because they're going to fuck so good tonight.

Nevertheless, she has to understand something: He is the king of the Ghost Zone; He makes threats, He doesn't respond to them.

Not at all.

The genial smile falls from his face and he moves toward her, leaning forward until they're an inch apart, all traces of humour and amusement gone.

"I think you forget to whom you speak, Mclain," Danny whispers softly, dangerously, taking a moment to breathe in her scent, "You would do well to remember before you ever threaten me again."

"And you seem to think," She responds in kind, eyes blazing, "That I am fucking scared of you. If you harm so much as a hair on any one of his family or friends' heads, I will fucking kill you."

Danny's nostrils flare and he raises a hand, and wraps it around her throat. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open in surprise as her hands immediately rise. This isn't the first time he hurt people, hurt her; if nothing confirms his identity, if nothing emphasizes to her just who he is, then this does.

It always does.

"You think because I indulge your petty whims that I am to be trifled with. I am not," Danny murmurs carefully, "I can and will kill you in an instant, without a thought."

She glares at him, her neck stiff, her lips curled.

"And you think," She croaks, teeth gritted, "That just because I'm not as strong as you are, that I'm not just as dangerous as you."

Her guitar appeared in her hands and she was poised to strum her most powerful chords, "Don't do this, Danny."

Her heart broke as she saw the anger and confusion in his eyes, "I love you."

He exploded, "Liar!"

"Danny, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I can't follow." Ember still had her fingers close to the guitar, ectoplasmic energy coating her nails.

He looks as though he's about to pounce, but the Crown of Fire simply lands on his head and clangs to the ground with a tilt of his head.

Danny is standing at the window on the opposite side of the room, his face toward the city. His body is tense, poised, as though troubled, as though listening to something… waiting for something.

Ember pauses upon seeing him, her head tilting slightly to study his profile.

He really is a beautiful specimen and with the added backdrop of Amity Park's golden rays outlining his body in the most perfect manner, he unknowingly presents the world with the quintessential golden human Adonis.

And her heart aches as she watches him, her breath taken away by his splendour. If only his handsomeness were skin deep, if only she saw only the monster, then perhaps she would be able to resist him. But he draws her, continues to draw her, even after everything.

How is it fair that someone like him comes in such a magnificent package? Evil should be ugly, pure and simple. Not bright and bold with striking emerald eyes and a smile that makes the heart melt.

Shaking her head, she purses her lips as she continues to gaze upon him.

Taking a silent, deep breath, Ember moves to stand beside him, gazing at the setting sun with him, her nose flaring slightly as his wonderful masculine scent floods over her.

"Which one are you?"

He merely gives her an indulgent smile, making her grit her teeth in annoyance. But since it's obvious that he's said all that he's going to, Ember moves on.

"We need to talk," Ember states harshly, glaring at him.

"Yes, we do," He replies evenly, eyes returning to the darkening horizon.

"I mean about earlier," She continues, refusing to allow him to push her buttons.

"Talk away," Danny says dismissively, his mind still quite clearly not on their conversation.

"Why did you strangle me?" She asks, deciding to cut right to the chase.

Ember catches his attention then and he looks at her, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

"You threatened me," He says slowly, as though the reason were obvious.

"And you thought that was an offense worthy of a choking?" Ember demanded, staring at him in disbelief.

"No one threatens me, Ember," He says quietly, staring hard at her, "No one."

"Not even your girlfriend?" She shoots back, returning his sharp look. "Not even the one person who's freed you from the crown?"

He falls silent, a frown stretching his handsome face.

"How do you think that makes me feel, Danny?" She continues, turning away from him and moving toward the couch. "I've done things for you that I never would have done for anyone else, yet you choke me, physically assault me just because I said something you disliked?"

She whirls around to face him again, her demeanour fierce, "How can I possibly trust you knowing that you have no problem hurting me? Why should I be with you after this?"

Folding her arms, she nods in satisfaction at the look on his face. Danny is staring at her in bemusement, his eyes slightly wide with eyebrows raised to his forehead. Good; it looks as though her words have struck a chord. Maybe she's gotten through to him.

"You consider yourself my girlfriend?" He asks after a long moment of silence, his voice heavy with surprised smugness, a small smile curving his lips.

Or maybe she hadn't.

She can only stare at him with head tilted, mouth hanging open and eyebrows pulled together. So, the saying is true: It really doesn't matter whether you're old or young, human or not. A male is a male is a male: He only hears what he wants to hear.

"Out of everything I said," Ember begins slowly in angry disbelief, "All you heard was me calling myself your girlfriend?"

He shrugs, his smile evolving into a smirk. "You said something else?"

Fury boiling inside her, she turns around to storm out, intent on leaving before she says something she'd regret. Why did she ever think she could talk to him?

"Ember," He speaks quietly, his voice carrying to me as I near the door. "It was never my intention to hurt you. I won't hurt you again."

Ember turns around then and looks back at him. He is staring at her, the humour gone from his face, his eyes serious.

"Even if I provoke you? Which I will and probably in the near future too," She states slowly, surprised and more than a little taken aback by the sudden change in him.

He is silent, his head tilting, studying her and Ember can't help but think his mind is still torn between her and something else.

"Even if you provoke me," He confirms with a small nod.

She stares at him for a moment longer in suspicion, searching his face.

Something has changed. He seems… genuine and, dare she say it, nicer. When the hell did that happen?

But for now… for now… She guesses she'll take Danny at his word.

Slowly, she moves back toward him until she's standing in front of him. Upon reaching him, Ember rises on her tip toes expectantly. He moves down to meet her, and she kisses him, her toes nearly curling at the heat of his lips on hers, his tongue gently stroking hers.

Glaring at him, Ember allows herself to drop back to flat feet, all the while cursing their height difference.

"Don't think this means that I've forgiven you," She remarks sternly, as he takes her hand and threads their fingers, "Just that I'm no longer plotting your murder."

"Thank you, milady," He says gravely, and she has the strange feeling that his words are both mocking and sincere.

"C'mon, we should get back to dinner," Ember says, turning to leave, tugging on him, only for him to stop her by pulling her back.

"Not yet," Danny responds with a shake of his head, gently steering her back to Jazz's couch.

"What about your family? They're probably all there right now," She says with a frown, "And Fright Knight cooked his specialty pumpkin stew for us."

"This won't take long, I really don't want to drink that monstrosity he calls stew," He responds matter-of-factly.

"Hey! Fright Knight's stew is pretty goo—!"

Then suddenly, they're on the couch with Ember in his lap, and his hands slowly trailing down her clothed stomach before going under her shirt to her breast, gently rolling her nipples between his talented fingers.

"Danny," She gasps in surprise as he continues to work her breasts, his warm, rough hands expertly massaging the small, fleshy orbs.

"Ember," He responds easily, grunting softly as he places a sensual kiss on the back of her neck, causing her to shiver as lust hits her hot and heavy. With a practiced motion, he lifts Ember and pulls her panties and her tight, black pants down to her knees before positioning her back on his lap.

He rubs Ember's bare thighs for a moment, before his hand delves into her nether regions, rubbing and stroking the already soaking flesh.

"We can't do this here," Ember bites out, barely able to speak as she hears the tell-tale sound of a zipper being pulled down, "What if someone comes looking for us?"

"They won't," He says confidently, and she can feel the weeping head of his member, hot against her ass.

"Wait!" Ember gasped, as she feel him move his head to the tip of her centre, "Is this what you wanted to 'talk' to me about earlier?"

"Yes," He responds cheerfully, his voice rough, his arm muscles bulging under her fingers, "I thought you'd appreciate my discretion. After all, I didn't think you'd want my parents to hear me fucking you in the house."

And as he slowly lowers her down onto his incredibly hard member, Ember can tell immediately tell that his placement of her pants were intentional as they keep her legs closed tightly, forcing her to squeeze every inch of him. Fuck, but she can feel him pulsing inside of her; so thick and hard and alive.

Her breath catches in her throat and Ember's head spins as the sounds of their fucking fills the room: soft grunts, rustling clothing and the quiet slaps of his body ramming into hers. And all she can do is hold on to his hard arms as he moves in and out of her.

"Good," She croaks.

His answering laugh is soft, exhilarating, as his picks up the pace, his large body ramming eagerly up into her much smaller one.

Dear Pandora, but this feels so amazing. He's thrusting inside her so hard that the momentum is almost pushing her all the way off him, even as tightly as she is squeezing him.

"Fuck," He grunts, a hand coming to firmly at her throat, pressing her back closer into his chest, "You feel so fucking incredible. I don't know why I waited so long to do this: I should have fucked you ages ago."

Ember can only moan as she pushes down mindlessly on him.

"Danny," She gasps, her breath coming in small, quick exhalations, "I'm… I'm…"

"Do it," He commands.

And then she's coming so hard that the world goes bright and white like the clouds of Amity Park on a sunny day.

Danny continues to thrust into her, his pace slowing down as he grinds hard against her centre; once, twice, and then a third time before she feels him explode inside her, ejaculating within her in several strong, warm spurts of fluid.

She falls limp then, splayed out across his heaving chest, open and vulnerable, the wetness of their combined liquid seeping between her thighs and running down her leg, warming her whole body.

After a moment, he manoeuvres Ember so that her right arm is wrapped around his left shoulder, then kisses her, his mouth warm and wet and Ember sighs into him, her bones feeling as soft as putty as his strong arms wrap around her.

He breaks their kiss to look into her eyes. Ember in turn looks into his, fascinated by the whorls of emerald in the brilliant cerulean globes.

"C'mon," He says softly, moving nary a muscle, "Let's go before Wulf burns down my kitchen."

Ember nods mutely as finally, he lifts her off of him, his semi-hard member pulling out of her with a soft, delicious pop.

Ember, eyes wide, turns to face him as he rises also. Bending over, with his eyes still on her, he tugs down her shirt and then bends down to pull her pants back onto her hips, his hands deliberately sliding up her skin as he does so.

Then, when they are both presentable again, he takes Ember's hand without another word and they walk out Jazz's room.

Ember feels as though she has: "My boyfriend just fucked the hell out of me in his sister's room," written on her forehead.

Ember smiles at Dorathea wanly as she drinks the pumpkin stew, trying with all her power to successfully bluff her way through dinner.

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I've been so tired the past few days, it's unreal man. Leave a heart and follow, and I'll see you all in the next chapter!