TIME SKIP OF ILLUSIONS COURTESY OF ZATANNA (DC COMICS) - Monday
Phantom clique was chilling in the library for lunch because for some "reason" Paulina had sicced Dash on Danny — cough, jealous thot, cough. The crew looking for a place to hide ran for the library, instant jock/bully repellent Dash u-turned in a heartbeat. They decided to kick it and read till lunch ended. Danny was reading a fashion magazine and circling outfits he might've wanted— when you know your sugar daddy is secretly spying on you — when:
"Daniel James Fenton to the front office. I repeat Daniel James Fenton to the front office. " The team looked to one another but Danny teleported them all to the front office— Assholjockliphobia- fear of jocks. Danny went in while his two homies stayed on the look out for bullies or worse, Jazz. He approached the desk tentatively since the lady behind it wasn't known for being kind, she begrudgingly looked up at him.
"Daniel Fenton?" He nodded and at that she slammed a black envelope with gold lining in elegant patterns in front of him. The halfa smirked and took the envelope and opened it only to blush like mad from his ears to neck.
"You beautiful little fiend! How dare you place me under such a elaborate illusion of sexiness?! This afternoon pack your bags. ~Vlad "
Danny left the office with a major blush, Sam smirked at this and checked her nails. Seeing as his bestie was utterly distracted, Tucker swiped the note that rested in his hand.
"Yonk!" He read it over then glared at it in confusion. He may not have had Danny's ghost sense but he knew something was wrong. "Bruh, what the hell he talkin bout? Pack yo bags? Where the hell he planning to take you?!" Tucker then put his fists up at the nearest camera and started to bounce like a boxer. "I ain't havin nat! Vlad I know you watchin and listenin but I ain't lettin you take my homeboy! We gonna scrap, Buh!"
"TUCKER!" Danny whined. Yet Sam agreed with the technogeek and his somewhat empty threats. Why the hell did Plasmius tell Danny and ONLY Danny to pack his bags? WAS THE TREACHEROUS FIEND TRYING TO KIDNAP THE BAE?! She grimaced in foreboding with a sheer amount of protectiveness. She knew Masters had a plan in the works; a plan that involved her best friend being whisked away to God knows where.
"Bet money, he's gonna stop by today... " She mused and the boys stopped their bickering long enough to listen. "I don't have a clue where he wants to take you but I be DAMNED if you're going alone. Come on. " The three could've sworn they heard a scream of defeat from across town.
TIMESKIP OF VACATION COURTESY OF FASHION WEEK- Evening
The crew went to Danny's upon which Tucker handed Sam a ten... THAT DAMN VILLAIN WAS THERE. Jazz growled at the aforementioned threat and went to her room. Danny was looking to do the same but a certain someone caught him in his tracks.
"Вы получите мое сообщение, барсук?" The poor ghoul shivered at the dominating and seductive tone of the question and mixed with that language it hit every nerve of submission in his body (Did you get my message, badger?) He turned only to find three sets of eyes on him, his father's – forever clueless, his mom's – suspicious and concerned but happy plus... Masters and his read: "I'm gonna get my paws on you and ravish your delicate body if it's the last thing I do, you beautiful ghost." Danny rubbed the back of his neck and finally answered.
"Sí. " Seeing no way out Phantom clique took a seat, the halfa between Sam and Tucker. "Sooooo, what's up?" Maddie looked between Danny and the stairs where Jazz had disappeared. Jack was bouncing in his seat like a giant child giving everyone the chills— like bruh LITERALLY calm yo tits. Vlad subtly eyed the azure eyed darling sitting smashed between his two protectors.
"So, Danny since Spring Break is around the cor~ner~!" squealed his mother. "Guess what?"
"Um, what? " Vlad couldn't take the suspense, every second counted in having his darling in his arms on an Italian runaway.
"I'll give you hint... Milan. " The tycoon leaned back on the couch and smirked as he watched the telltale signs of Fantasma peak through Daniel's persona. The boy became vibrant and fidgety with that flamboyant defiance bright in his azure eyes. Vlad could've sworn he saw a streak of white pass through his hair at the words as the doll shook with joy— he laughed. Sam and Tucker finally caught on to his excitement and looked at Masters with shock.
"No. FRICKIN. Way. " Vlad nodded his head once and the teens went wild. In all the frenzy of celebration two things happened: A) Jazz had come back downstairs and B... DANNY STOLE A KISS FROM VLAD MOTHERFLIPPIN MASTERS! It was quick but the passion within it was sound, the three sides to his jewel were thanking him for his pompous spoiling of them.
They separated quickly but not quick enough, Jazz saw the lust in her brother's eyes courtesy of his devious third persona. This "Fantasma" was trouble and eventually things were going to get sticky because of her brash and zealous nature. The psychologist within her was SCREAMING blow the whistle and expose Plasmius for the dirty bastard he was. She wanted to protect her brother and if whistle-blowing on his sexuality was it she was going to do it.
"Mom, dad. Danny's gay. " The outburst flew from her lips before she realized it hit. Everyone turned to her shock then expressions set in... Vlad simply rolled his eyes in a 'No schnitzel, Sherlock' fashion and yawned. Sam and Tucker just hit her with grimaces while Maddie and Jack just gave their son a calculating stare and thought over the possibilities of homosexuality. But Danny, excuse me~ Fantasma... If looks could kill, this look would have Jazz wishing for the Grim Reaper come sex her NOW! The ghost eyes were on only a fierce and dangerous yellow haze were in them plus the slit pupil added another degree of murder to the look. The ghoul stood and yanked Jazz from her seat literally dragging her with him. He flung her into a seat and glared at her from across the table.
"Listen here, you cagna..." SHE growled. "Who in the HELL? Who do you think you are?! You cazzo idiota! First you nearly RUIN my afterlife and now this! You already got me harassed in school and the Zona fantasma but now you just outright tell my most treasured secret! I can't even deal with you. I'm SO done with you! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I TOLD YOUR PERSONAL BIZ LIKE THAT?! IT HURTS EVERYDAY TO DEAL WITH THE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL BUT MY OWN DAMN FAMILY MEMBER! MALEDETTO! " The look of guilt secured it's place in Jazz's face, the feeling scratched up her insides but her resolve that she was "Forever right" wouldn't be struck down so easily (ghost zone).
"I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU! "
"Too bad, signora. You failed. I have been protecting myself for the past three years and NO ONE even had a enough sense to take a second glance." Jazz raised her hand in protest but the ghastly diva wasn't having any back talk.
"Those three on the FRICKIN couch are the only ones I've managed to open up to without feeling judged! NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME... I have a trip to Italy to prep for," The princess then casted her a smug smirk and a lustful glare. "And lots to fuckin celebrate." Jazz was then left in the kitchen with a guilty conscience and shocked stature.
Fantasma was in full effect, the pixie was tired of Jazz butting in where her nose didn't belong. She flounced down on the couch and laid directly on everyone; her legs on Tucker, her stomach on Sam, but her head in Plasmius's lap. Her bright blue eyes shining up at Masters with happiness; his resolve to NOT screw her senseless right then and there was ENTIRELY WANING FAST.
"Get off, lazy! " giggled Sam as she tickled her back. Vlad was losing it, the princess of his eye was too stunning to lose. He was going to make sure Danny had the time of his life in Italy on his accord. This week was going to be hype as SHIT.
TIMESKIP OF VACATION COURTESY OF FASHION WEEK
Vlad left everyone instructions on what to do the day of the trip: have all bags packed the night beforehand, secure ALL homework, freshen up the second they get home then meet up at the Fenton's 30 minutes to an hour later. Danny, Sam, and Tucker were ecstatic plus the jocks and cheerleaders were glaring at them the whole day. How did those three losers snag a trip to Italy with the Mayor? Paulina was ready to murder Danny aka Fantasma who as of current was sketching dresses — Astronaut was so last semester, Fashion Designer is where it's at. She waltzed up to the pixie as he added the final details to a halter till—!
"Hey! " He whined as the thot stole his sketchbook. "That is totally PRIVATE!" The shallow diva looked over the sketches in jealousy; the freak was~~ GOOD! At designing, with the right backers he could be the next top designer in the world, PAULINA WASN'T HAVIN IT!
"Hey, Dash! Beat up the unpopular freak boy for me. " She strutted away while Dash chased down the innocent nerd, the ghouliscious sketchbook in hand. Sam and Tucker managed to save Danny from his cruel fate but when they looked at his face... SHE WAS PISSED.
"Uh? Danny?" Tucker tried. The ghastly diva stormed over to Paulina as she talked with Star, she put a hand on her shoulder and whirled her around. The cheerleader was astounded by the boldness of the geek, SHE then snatched her rightfully owned sketchbook back from the fake princess and walked away.
"Stupido cagna..." muttered Fantasma. "Who does she think she is? Taking my damn drawings—! I'd look kawaii as frick in that dress. " Sam and Tucker gave each other confused glances then smiled.
TIMESKIP OF FLIGHT COURTESY OF NORTH WEST
The teens did as instructed by Vlad and everyone was ready by two after school got out for Spring Break. Sam and Tucker were stuck outside — Fantasma's orders — keeping lookout for the evil billionaire, bags and all. Jazz came out and joined them only.
"How much do you guys trust Masters?"
"Not a damn ounce." Chimed Sam. She was the most protective of Danny but knew her limits unlike Jazz. Tucker gave her a pointed look but answered.
"On a scale of one– he cool to ten– if he hurts your brother I'll shoot him. A nine." Jazz nodded at the answer, she expected this of the two. They were confident Danny could and would protect himself if his malicious suitor ever made the wrong move. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, ablack Cadillac limousine pulled up from around the curb. Aforementioned devil got out and as usual was wearing a crisp black suit only this time he was wearing Tiffany sunglasses. Jack immediately burst out the door and swept Vlad up into a hug.
"V-MAN! YOU READY FOR ITALY?! "
"I —would be if —you put me— down. "
"Oop, sorry. " Vlad detested Jack to his very ghostly core but knew without the man, the tranny inside would never deal with him. Maddie then came out with her bags, she was expecting the usual pervy banter from the man but all she got was a polite hello. She quirked her brow in a 'WHAT! ' fashion but accepted it nonetheless. All that was left was~~!
"CIAO! " Everyone looked to the stairs only to find... DANNY DECKED OUT IN THE CUTEST OUTFIT EVER! He wore a white and sea foam green crop top with a yellow tank, a pale pink short skirt plus light blue spandex with some pale yellow toms. Maddie was speechless at her son's attire but Vlad smirked and subtly licked his lips. Danny spun happily around— you could almost see the hearts in the air— he was fine till...
"DANNY!" He slipped and Vlad rushed to his aid, catching his jewel before the poor babe hit his head. The doll covered his face to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.
"Не нужно, чтобы ты больно себя, барсук ... Красота это страшная вещь, чтобы отходы." (Don't need you hurting yourself, badger... Beauty is a horrible thing to waste.)"
"Zitto, ciclo della frutta." (Shut up, fruit loop.)"
The flight to Italy was one of grandeur and extravagance. Not only was it Plasmius's private jet but it came equipped with an entire staff to cater to everyone's needs. Danny had taken a window seat instead of hanging with the family in the plane's lounge area. His baby blue eyes were full of serene wonder while his brain reeled with ideas and thoughts of designs plus Italy. He hadn't been there since he was a kid but this was going to be epic. He lazily sketched while laid out on his stomach, his gorgeous back attracting a certain villain's attention. Vlad stood in the doorway to the front area and watched the doll doodle wondering what could he possibly be drawing. He waltzed over only...
"Stop staring at my ass, Plasmius. I felt you looking."
"Oh really?"
"It felt like two lasers were tearing my ass open. " Vlad scoffed but joined the babe on the couch, he looked over the sketches Danny had done, he then pulled out his tablet.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a job, my dear badger," Vlad replied as he worked on his tablet. "Plus expanding my company," He plucked the current design from Danny only to receive a whine of annoyance. "These designs would put DALV in the top ring of the fashion industry as in... Why didn't you tell me you could draw?" The revenant cutie covered his face and twittered his feet into the couch.
"I DIDN'T teeeeell." He emphasized with his finger. "Because I knew you'd come after me. I didn't wanna WORK for the guy who swore he'd murder my dad and screw my mom." It was Plasmius's turn to flush, he looked away remembering one of their really bad fights in which he had said that.
"Daniel, I'm sorry."
"Zitto, vecchio. The past is the past and besides... I like this new guy better. " Vlad gave the little designer a kiss on the forehead and at that they spent the remainder of the hour going over designs and possible fabrics, (Shut up, old man).
Time passed as everyone did whatever to pass time on the flight, Jazz read, Maddie and Jack cuddled on the couch, Vlad went and took a nap — cough, vampire, cough. This left Sam and Tucker a chance to talk with DANNY who was chilling in the lounge room.
"Sooo..." Started Tucker. "How goes it with ya sugar daddy?" Flustered mess at the question.
"I still don't trust him." Sam pointed out. "But if you want to deal with him be my guest."
"The crazy fruitloop gave me a job, Sam. A job."
"Doin what? " demanded Tucker.
"Weeeel... You're looking at the new president of teen apparel for DALV Divas Incorporated." Danny immediately got tackled to celebrate his new status in life. Sam and Tucker cuddled the kawaii tranny with love at the revelation of his new position.
"HOW THE HELL DID ~~!" Sam was shone the HOLY GRAIL of designs as she flipped through the numerous sketches that had been left on the couch. Coats, dresses, pants, skirts, any and all articles clothing from Danny's view redone to fit the next modern era.
"Bruh, you got skillz." Tucker acclaimed. "As he joined Sam in her gazing. Wait a beat—! Is that me?! " A blush would be an understatement to look on his bestie's face. Sam finally took a second glance at the designs only to make the same discovery. The models were people they knew, even Lancer had a role in the designs. Her set was the Gothic area and featured mainly black and purple, Tucker was based in the earth tones but the kicker... Was Vlad's. Blacks, reds, a redesign of his ghost suit and all. The two looked to their homie only to find him turned around muttering under his breath.
"Dude, quit tryin to hide it..."
"FINE! I LIKE THE RICH-CRAZY-POMPOUS IDIOTA!" Tucker chuckled at his homie."Ohhh yeah... I also NEED a vice prez and CCO. Conoscere qualcuno?" This lead to a full argument of who was really Danny's right hand man . (Know anybody?)
FLIGHT'S END- Milan, Italy Noon
The plane touched down in a lone field with a narrow airstrip, Vlad's personal hanger where another limousine awaited everybody. Sadly to Vlad's chagrin he had to setup the ride where the teens were riding up front and the adults were in the back. He had to wait a bit till he saw his darling again; Maddie noticed his downtrodden mood and tentatively tried to strike up conversation.
"Sooo... What are we going to do while in Italy?" Vlad shrugged, his plan involved being with Daniel and enjoying the Italian sites while just giving everybody else five g's to go do whatever. Maddie was lost, usual Vlad was making perverted comments towards her while throwing shade to Jack but now he was quiet.
"V-MAN!" Jack chimed. "Thanks for this. I can't wait to hunt Italian spooks and drink till I'm sick. " The loud jumpsuit clad man then rambled about what he would do in Italy, the billionaire just scoffed in disgust, but thought over the 'Italian Spook' part as his thoughts drifted to Fantasma aka Daniel who was on the other side of the partition. That adorable baby face, what makeup products could do it justice. Who was he kidding, his skin was a fabulously flawless and porclein, he couldn't believe he used to leave bruises of hate on it... He hoped by the end of the trip it'd be covered in marks of love. His mind became flooded in dirty daydreams as he went over the things he'd do if he ever bedded the sweet little ghost. BAD PLASMIUS!
"Vlad your nose is bleeding!"
"креп!" (Crepe!)
The drive to the hotel was long and boring but all Vlad could do was listen to the chaos happening on the other side of the partition as the teens went at it over what they do once at the hotel. Speaking of.
"No! I wanna go to the Chanel store! "
"Danny, NO! "
"Yo! We gotta hit up all the nightclubs!"
"As long we go to a jazz bar I'm chill. " By one they were at the hotel, the Hampton Inn– Italia. Bell-hops came out and took their bags #theyhadhellatroublewithjacks, the others ran in but Danny decided to hang back and wait for his benefactor who at the moment was having a phone call. After the powerful man had handled whatever business he needed, the ghouliscious darling shimmed over and leaned against him. Vlad listened to the beat of the song and instantly recognised it.
"Daft Punk, my dear badger?" Said badger nodded and kept dancing. "Aren't you a little bit too young to know of them?"
"So says the rich guy courting me... " Danny chimed. "Plus Random Access Memories is a chill album."
"Why are you so darn cute?"
"Because, I'm awesome." Danny countered as he spun around.
"I need your help, my pet... " Vlad chimed as he silently helped the darling twirl.
"What's up?"
"There's a Gala happening tonight and I need my infamous translator aka YOU to accompany me." Azure meet sapphire as the younger of the two thought over the few dates they had had. So far none pertained to any big business deals or plans the billionaire had to carry out, Danny sighed.
"Dude, if you keep using the same cheesy excuse to get my attention, you're gonna fail hard. Just ask me out. "
"I'm serious, Daniel. " Vlad tried as they walked in to the hotel. "A few of my clients are interested in the new designer I hired. Ice blue eyes, white hair, nice smile... Знаю ее?" (Know her?)
"Non si può essere seri?" (You can't be serious?)
That evening everything was cool, the party of seven had dinner in the hotel's restaurant which in itself was probably a bad idea— BUFFET STYLE. Jack and Tucker threw DOWN! They went H.A.M. on that buffet, it took Vlad and Danny using a bit of their ghost strength plus Maddie's begging to get the two away from the haven of Italian food. The restaurant staff threw the party a pointed glare at which Vlad had to write a nice check to cover the damage— $2,867.53 dollars. Sam only got a Caesar salad with bread and called it a day while Jazz had some Alfredo and chicken same for Maddie. All Vlad did was sip some vodka but, the billionaire noticed something about his doll that irked him to no end, the princess was a small eater. He barely ate at home even when the man sent gift baskets instead of full course catering orders. All that sat on the doll's plate was a small serving of linguine with a small side of churros. VLAD WAS NOT HAVING IT! He went to the buffet and retrieved a big plate of carbarnera only... He placed it in front of Daniel. Danny started to reject but the look of concern in his suitor's eyes told him to just accept it. Jazz was still weary of the man but kept it to herself even giving him an appreciative nod when he silently got Danny to eat, same for Tucker and Sam. The party ate in silence.
Maddie was astonished, for months she has been trying to get Danny to eat more than his tiny proportions only for her husband's creepy best friend to accomplish it in mere seconds. She watched him sip his vodka then directed her attention to her son who was a bouncing mess in his seat– enjoying the food. She then saw him pull out a book and pass it to Sam.
"No animal furs. " She ordered. Danny slightly pouted at this. "Expensive and bad for the environment, babe. Not doing it."
"Expensive means bigger profit margin." Tucker chimed while going in on his third plate. Sam held up her pointer finger and gave him a look.
"Shut up, you malevolent carnivore ."
"Meat is for the SOUL. " The geek countered. "Damn, I forgot. You ain't got one. " At this Sam strangled him playfully while Danny and Jazz laughed.
"Shots fired! Shots fired!" Tucker called out. Vlad snickered while Danny passed the book to him. Maddie noticed the way he was gentle with her son and the book whatever was in it had the two on better terms than when they first met.
"May I see?" She finally asked. Danny gave her a confused look but nonetheless had the book passed down to her. Jack ATTEMPTED to touch it only to receive a swift slap to the hand from his son who pointed at his stained fingers. "DANNY! WHERE IN THE WORLD DID YOU LEARN TO DRAW LIKE THIS?!" He shrugged and ate his pasta with glee.
"Whelp, since the gho~ CAT is out the bag. Vlad gave me a —!"
"GHOST! "
TIMESKIP OF LUXURY COURTESY OF GUCCI– 8 PM
After dinner came to close which here means VLAD having to write another check for more property damage for the hotel— $46,365.98 dollars— after Jack blasted a hole in the wall— DON'T ASK! Everyone went to their rooms to chill or in Vlad's case prep for a meeting same for Danny. Masters had the penthouse suite which was one whole floor while everyone else was a floor below him with their own rooms yet Jack and Maddie shared. As of current, Danny was shifting back into Fantasma for an extravagant evening with her billionaire. Light blue lipstick with a dash of silver, neon green eye shadow with purple eyeliner. Glittered perfume dusted her skin while silver and diamond bangles adorned her arms, she wore another Vera Wang only this time it showed off her back and belly. It was black with a diamond studded collar with a slit right down the middle of the dress stopping at the belly button, it hugged her curves and had another slit on the right side, it came with a cute black clutch purse that was covered in more diamonds. She put on a chill black fur vest plus her green open-toed stilettos allowed her to show off the fierce pedicure she'd gotten a day back in the states. She snagged her sketchbook and headed out the door and was halfway to the elevator when.
"DANNY!" Jazz had come out her room to head for the hotel nail salon but her eyes caught the ghoul pixie red handed. Fantasma stopped in her tracks and cursed her ill luck, she turned to address her sister.
"Sí, Jasmine?"
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed as she stomped toward the deviant goddess. Fantasma rolled her eyes and waited for Jazz to start ranting, her thoughts were ridden with parties and glam as the psychologist went in on her. Ghost powers equal Manipulation rights. She waved her hands over Jazz's head working her powers, her sister's mind and her hands glowed green and blue as energy was exchanged.
"You saw nothing... "
"I-I saw-saw nothing. "
"You'll return to your room and ~~~! Maledetto, what do genius people do for fun? READ! Sí, read! "
"I'll return to my room and READ!"
"Now go! "
"I'm going." Jazz followed the command like it was natural, Fantasma giggled like the evil little princess she was and danced till—!
"Ahem."
VLAD... Had seen it all. At this rate, he was done. He watched his little badger hynotize her older sister and giggle like the gorgeous villainess she was and could be. He had come down to get her so they could head for the Gala only he saw the two were having a confrontation. He was going to intervene till he saw it happen: Fantasma warp Jazz's thoughts like pudding for her own benefit.
"Ahem." The revenant pixie turned and shivered as Vlad sped over to her and captured her lips in one hell of a kiss. He wrapped an arm around the slim and fabulous waist and pulled the ghastly diva close deepening the kiss. They were making out till Masters' hand slipped a little too low and his kisses slithered a little too close to DANNY'S Adam's apple.
"Hey! Hey!" He warned while pushing at the vampiric businessman. "Calm ya dick, Dracula. I feel it on my dress. Let's go."
TIMESKIP OF FABULOUSNESS COURTESY OF THE GREAT GATSBY 9:30 PM
The drive to the gala was one of pure restraint, Plasmius was going crazy inside the cause... The gorgeous ghoul tranny who sat beside him and stared out the window. Her curves were perfect, her slim stomach exposed with its regal set of small abs and elegant while her slender and petite back had the villain hyperventilating in his mind. It SEVERELY did not help, her dress accidently exposed a bit of her lime green thong from the way she was seated. Vlad had to play with his phone to take his mind off the seductive creature that sat across from him. OH WHAT THE HELL?! A hickey or two wouldn't hurt, right? He moved in, relishing in the shiver he earned as his kisses meet the porclein skin, he let loose a devious chuckle when her back arched.
"VLAD, you being nasty! " She yelled but he continued to kiss her back in patterns. "Hey! Perverted bastardo! We got a gala to be at in ten minutes."
"That's all I need..." He chimed back. "To do a world of things to you. " Damn, he was good with words, the ghouliscious princess was awestruck at the dirty word-play and couldn't respond. Vlad finally managed to get her to turn her head and kiss while sliding a hand in her dress to grope the booty... GOT HER! He pulled the pixie to his lap facing him and they made out, his hand danced along her back while the other one—!
"OW!" Popped her thong. "That hurt, you jerk bastardo!"
Sadly Vlad didn't get his way in the limo #savedbythebell, his phone rang he growled at the interruption to his fun but handled his biz. Fantasma dashed back to her side of the car and crossed her arms thankfully by the time the call ended they were at the Gala; it was 10 pm. Vlad got out first from on the left then retrieved his darling from the right side. The second her heel touched down, the paparazzi went mad with photos and questions. Was it a new girl? Was she a model? How'd she land Masters? Dating? Engagement? Marriage? Any and all questions were asked with shallow splendor and it only got worse... When Fantasma Ragazzo appeared on his arm. Said ghoul cutie did her best to hide the sketchbook from view but painfully failed miserably. Her fear of dropping it or losing it became apparent as the paparazzi closed in on them as they strutted down the red carpet. Vlad took it from her and put it in his expansive jacket pocket. This soothed the pixie and they went in.
It was... A Fashion Show for the 2016 line of Iviana Coutour. Fantasma's eyes were lit like stars at the revelation, a chance to run with the big dogs of the day. All thanks to the guy she used to slam into a building for fun, said guy escorted her to get seat lightly which was on the front row. The bright lights would be a pain in the ass to deal with but totally worth it. The show started ten minutes later after all the patrons had been seated; Vlad and his bae shared a quick kiss then the show was on.
Models strutted up and down the runway in poker faced splendor. The outfits they wore intrigued Fantasma to no end, luckily the doll had bought a spare notebook to take notes in which she wrote commentary on each outfit. Vlad was barely paying attention to the show he was subtly enjoying the doll next to him write notes on all the glitz and glam, such a sweet little investment. Some of the notes were harsh while others were decent; she mainly took note of the fabrics and their alternatives. By the end of it all, Fantasma wrote this by the last design:
"All the FRICKIN designs require heavy and mass expensive fabrics that have little to no benefit. The patterns didn't even fit the fabrics they were imprinted on. LIKE SERIOUSLY! WHO PUTS FLORAL PRINT ON WOOL?! Well maybe Mrs. Manson but that's another story. Total FLOP FEST, 3-4 months tops before bust. THIS CHICK IS SO NOT FIRE."
Vlad was dying, his date gave him a confused eyebrow quirk but then remembered he was her crazy fruitloop and let it be. The lights came back on after the last model had exited to the back and the patrons dissipated to head for the after-party. The villain was still a snickering mess as the two followed the other socialites Fantasma was lost to his laughing fit but finally.
"What the hell is up with you? " She ordered with crossed arms. Vlad put a finger up to give him a minute as he still laughed his ass off at her commentary. In the end he kissed her forehead and held up her second notebook, her face was priceless as it lit like a firework. It finally dawned on her what had him laughing for the past seven minutes. She took her notebook back and they went in.
Total pompous rich people fest! All that happened was the billionaire had the doll interpret some data and explain some customs but other than she was free to roam— yet Vlad did have her in view 85% of the time. Fantasma didn't do anything but chill yet she was a bit thirsty; she sat down and looked over her notes and designs when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned only to find...
"Fanculo." She muttered.
"Fantasma Ragazzo. Right? " It was a reporter and one Danny knew well, Brittany Glamrite– Amity's resident go-to girl on the latest celebrity fashion and gossip. WHAT THE FRICK FRACK WAS SHE WAS DOING IN ITALY?! When you ask for an answer God will send it: Paulina came round the corner but when she caught sight of Fantasma her lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Hola, FANTASMA Ragazzo." She chimed darkly. The Pixie's eyes flashed green to which Paulina backed away a bit in fear. During this moment Brittany had taken a seat next to Fantasma and pulled out her laptop.
"So. Fan~tas~ma. Such a cute name. What's the 411 on you and Mayor Masters?"
"Che?" The cutie chimed with a cock of her head (what)?
"Like~! What's it like being his girl? " So many things went through her head at this point. The fact she was really a middle-class transexual, sixteen year old male who was a dating a forty-seven year old billionaire villain. Then the fact she was smothered in thousands of dollars worth of diamonds from aforementioned billionaire, speaking of where was that jerk bastardo so he could come save her?! Another thing, this chick was associated with her arch-nemesis of high school, if she let the wrong thing slip out while talking to the infamous reporter Masters would have her head. And to top it ALL off she was the infamous DANNY PHANTOM- the local superhero.
"It is moi nice, sí. He treats me~ right. " Brittany glared daggers at the Italiana looking for a lie in her eyes which roamed around searching for her lover. She wanted the dirt and scandal of their relationship, why else would she hook up with Paulina for a trip to Italy? AMITY'S IT couple was here! She had to take them on!
"Come on, Fantasma! Like~ Gimme the GOODS!" She lightly pushed the doll who hid her annoyance behind a fake grin. "Like what are you two doing later?" Paulina sipped her wine in hatred of the tranny who sat beside Brittany. She was going to blow the whistle till she saw something better... Fantasma's design book.
"You'd know what'd be great?" She chimed. "If she showed us her book there. " Brittany perked and immediately dashed for it only for a hand to shoot out and snatch it up, a familiar jeweled hand with a platinum ring... Vlad Masters. Fantasma perked like a star at her savior but sipped her wine in silence.
"My darling, what have you been up to?" He stole a long and slow passionate kiss right in front of the two onlookers. After it broke off, the pixie was a dizzy and electrified mess. She had to blink a few times to get coherent again. "Danish, you taste ever so sweet." Paulina scoffed and ran away while Brittany typed at the speed of light. There was no touching the princess now, she was with Masters as in if anything happened to her and it came back to Paulina she was doomed.
"Ciao, Sindaco Masters." The ghastly diva chimed. "This nice girl was just giving me an interview. About~ Us. " Vlad glanced at the girl who typed away on her laptop then gave his little badger a small glare. Her blue eyes told nothing but the truth: she hadn't said a thing.
"So, Mr. Mayor, Fantasma. What's the next step after the Gala?" The two lovers shared a look, one that read lust and glamour.
"Everything my little badger desires."
TIMESKIP OF SHOPPING COURTESY OF THE HIGH LIFE – The next day
Danny was a flustered mess at all the affection and attention he was given last night. After the after-party his perfect suitor took him to a small upscale jazz bar and they chilled till twelve at which point Vlad had to get the beauty back before someone started poking around. As of now he was digging around for something to wear, something cute but wouldn't attract too much attention. He thought over the limo ride and his blush deepened, he had to give Vlad his props: excellent dirty word-play, gentle yet sinister hands, and... Damn, was a MASTER kisser. The man could have any girl or guy of his choosing yet spent millions of dollars on him of all people, his Little Badger.
By eight, Danny had found his outfit for the day: a pale green crop top with an Indian pattern on it with a fuchsia undershirt, powder blue capris with some yellow toms. Cute yet subtle; he left his room and wandered around for a bit exploring the hotel. Basic awesome stuff: pool, golf, casino, spa and salon but in his wandering he found his fruitloop, hotel bar. He was chilling in a lounge chair reading some paperwork and making notations. His hair made him kinda hard to miss, silver pulled back in to a ponytail with a Versace red ribbon. Using his ghost powers, Danny —!
"Don't even attempt, Daniel. " The man ordered with a smirk. "I sensed you the second you rounded that corner." The cutie pouted but nonetheless hopped in Vlad's lap which may have been a bad idea.
"VLAD? "
"Da?"
"Is that a wad of cash in your pants or are just you happy to see me?" Danny giggled as he saw the billionaire's face flash fifty shades of red at the tease. The man muttered Russian curses under his breath yet worked despite the MAJOR distraction sitting in his arms at the moment. After twenty minutes of watching Plasmius work with documents and his phone's calculator, Danny was bored, he yawned... SMOOCH! Vlad stole a long kiss that took the darling's breath away. After it was over, the little princess was disoriented to which Vlad chuckled softly.
"Sorry, sweetheart but you're so cute I couldn't help stealing a small one. "
"That WAS SMALL?! I NEARLY DIED! " The pixie whined. "Yet I'm halfway there." Vlad just laughed softly and made the cutie face him.
"So. Since our vacation has officially started... What would you like to do? " Danny squirmed at the question but figured it was best to be honest. They were in Italia, home to the Roman Empire and the fashion capitol of the world. But Vlad had already done so much, the dinners and galas, the clothes and food; he felt as if he was taking advantage of the man. He was gonna lie and say 'Netflix and chill' but Vlad stroked his cheek and kissed his head.
"I told you last night, we could do everything you desire." Another kiss to the head. "And buy it all as well... " Danny whined in deep thought at the billionaire's claim.
"Fanculo! Why is this so hard to choose?!" The pixie squirmed in his seat on the wealthy man who was restraining himself before he lost his mind.
"Let me guess. Chanel." The doll stopped moving, Azure meet Sapphire as the poor ghoul nodded. "Versace." Another nod. "Prada." A confirming blush, Vlad tilted his head in a knowing fashion and chuckled softly. "Lest it be known unto you, I have more money than I know what to do with, more than the papers report. You're not taking advantage of me, I want to spoil you... I enjoy it." The ghoul pixie twittered with a deep blush while Masters KEPT CALM. "A house in Paris, apartment in India, villa in Brazil. Anything you could possibly want."
"Yeah, speaking of. " Danny slapped him upside the head. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with a seventy-six thousand dollar car? Let alone hide it? " Vlad opened his mouth for a comeback but closed it in defeat. His darling had a point: what was he supposed to do with a luxury car he couldn't even drive let alone ride home without someone asking questions.
"I'm a go see if the others are awake okay, fruitloop." The prestigious man tilted his head in understanding. "By the way... I want to go sightseeing."
By noon the others were up and ready to play. Jack and Maddie went out to hunt for ghosts — the others sighed in loving embarrassment while Vlad facepalmed. Everyone else prepped to go on the sightseeing trip; Jazz rode along for a bit till she found a museum to hang in, it was agreed they'd come get her at 8 pm. The leftover party then proceeded to head on a tour through... The Fashion District. Vlad smirked evilly as he watched his darling hyperventilate in his seat.
"Questo ragazzo CAZZO!" (This FUCKING guy)! Danny muttered as he shivered, out the corner of his eye he saw Vlad smirk darkly and blow him a small kiss. Tucker must've saw this too because... Plasmius caught a cup of hot Italian espresso to the crotch. IT TOOK EVERYTHING IN HIS RESOLVE TO HAVE DANIEL AS HIS LOVE NOT TO STRANGLE THE BEAUTIFUL MODEL'S BEST FRIEND. Speaking of said beauty, he slapped Tucker upside the head while Sam strangled the geek in Vlad's stead.
"Well, since my clothes have been 'ruined'." With a villainous ghost glare to aforementioned offender who ducked like he was about to get blasted. "Shall we go shopping?" Sam rolled her eyes but smiled gently when Danny practically started bouncing in his seat. It only got better when the tour— which no one had been really paying attention to for the better part of three hours— ended directly in front of the Versace store. The tranny of the party immediately dashed into the luxurious building, his speed rivaling his ghost flight. Vlad pulled out his checkbook as Sam strolled up beside him.
"What's that for, fucker? "
"Did you not his face? " At his retort, Tucker ran back out and gripped Vlad's shoulders like he was in danger.
"I'M SORRY, I SPLASHED COFFEE ON YOU! BUT I SERIOUSLY NEED YO HELP, MANE! PLEASED! PLEASE! HELP ME! "
"Tucker! " Sam grabbed the geek and cupped his face. "What is wrong?"
"Danny- tranny chaos! He done flipped!" Vlad just chuckled and headed inside. His doll was hype about being treated to the glamorous life, how bad could it be?
On a scale of one to invade Russia in winter how bad was this~~~ DISASTER! IT WAS BAD. In a private dressing room in the back of the store laid a mountain of dresses and stilettos. The dresses were black, grey, blue or green to fit a certain uniform but all were glamed up and smothered in thousands of dollars worth of jewelry. All the billionaire could do was lean in the doorway— in his crisp new suit— and laugh while the two teens searched helplessly for their buried bestie. Vlad was dying, the amusement of it all was too much; the assistants in the store were useless as they slipped all over the floor in their seven inch heels.
"VLAD!" Sam yelled in frustrated rage. "GET OFF YOUR RICH ASS HIGH HORSE AND FRICKIN HELP US! HE'S YOUR~~—BOYFRIEND!" The villainous tycoon perked at the ill used yet endearing terminology and finally decided to help.
"Daniel." At his call, a trail of clothing started to move around scaring the crap out of Tucker. At which he screamed
"OH MY DAMN!" It bumped into several tables and tripped a few Versace workers till finally it worked its way beside Vlad... Pop!
"Ciao." Danny appeared, his face full of baby like innocence and childlike glee. Vlad simply accessed the damage and wrote a check handing it to the nearest Associate. This incident would in turn would lead to the rest of the week...
*SEXY-AWESOME-EPIC-BEAUTIMOUS-PLAYBOY-GORGEOUS-MUSIC-MONTAGE: DAFT PUNK - HIGH LIFE *
The next four days were filled with rapid splendor and fabulous memories. They partied and played like no one's business. Jack struck it big at the hotel casino– $85,471 dollars, they had a giant water fight at the pool— Vlad stole a few underwater kisses and gropes from Daniel. Everybody had a bodacious spa day and got pampered like little kids along with heading to the salon and getting upgrades on their does. But the real fun was the shopping even though Vlad just wanted to spoil Daniel he ended up buying things for everyone. His friends were better guardians than his parents but on the plus side, they went to every lit Fashion shop one could think of. Versace, Armani, GUCCI, Diesel, Chanel, Prada you name it they went; Vlad simply sat on a bench outside the dressing rooms or browsed around till one of the three teens came and got him— usually Tucker. They managed to drag Jasmine out for one of the trips upon which she oogled at several things. Daniel simply had Vlad pay for them and left them in her room with a note saying:
"Mi dispiace for a being a jerky cagna but please at least enjoy yourself at my expense. Ti amo ~Danny"
Vlad even took the teens— minus Jasmine— to some nightclubs. They partied hard but not too hard, can't head back to the hotel with drunk teenagers. Tonight everyone was dressed to kill– Sam with her fierce purple eye shadow and dark forest green lipstick in her new black tube top and Armani miniskirt with black heels covered in Goth jewels, HER HAIR FINALLY DOWN with purple highlights. Tucker in a new Polo shirt with some brown shorts and converse. Even Vlad was decked out for a night on the town- a simple black Armani top with the first few buttons down and some jeans from Diesel with brown dress shoes. But the deal breaker was the tranny on his arm whose face was perfect– baby blue eyeshadow with silver lipstick, a lime green bow adorning her snow white hair. She wore a simple white tube top– to show off her new belly ring with neon green capris and pink stilettos, a silver arm band on her left while a diamond bracelet adorned her right. This team was too fierce to compete with.
"I got a really good question." Sam chimed as they strolled down the Italian back streets looking for night spots. "How come I'm the legit girl of the squad yet you look HELLA better than me? " Fantasma shrugged but giggled at the claim.
"I'm cute like that." The revenant diva countered. Tucker and VLAD were caught between rocks and a HARD place. Why did two FINE gurls have to be walking in front of them? Tucker was bout ready to pounce Sam– everytime her skirt sashayed it revealed a teeny bit of her purple lace panties. While on Vlad's end... DEM JEANS DID THEIR JOB A LITTLE TOO WELL. It took everything IN Tucker NOT wanting to die TO NOT slap Sam's behind and run, but Vlad was downright losing it yet retained his poker face... A Playa is what a Playa does. He released an invisible ghostly double who harassed the cutie as they walked down the street. It started small with kisses to her skin here and there but eventually it got worse with licks and gropes to sensitive areas like her neck and spine. She soon started swatting the air thinking it was bugs but finally she sensed it and it became a ghost problem.
"When I find that little perverted coligne, he's dead. " Fantasma muttered as her hand glowed blue.
"What's wrong? " San chimed.
"Some pervy ghosts keep bothering me. " She crossed her arms when it happened... A HAND CREPT UP HER SHIRT WHILE ANOTHER GROPED HER BEHIND! What makes it really bad the double was suckling lightly on her neck. "Maledetto! I'm supposed to be ON BREAK!" Tucker dared a glance at Plasmius who had poker face but was entirely trying to retain it– he was dying inside, TOTAL LMAO MELTDOWN.
"Bruh..."
After saving Fantasma from the invisible pervert, the team finally found a decent nightclub to hang at, The Stellar. Classy yet chill, perfecto only they instantly grew bored with the deejay— the guy had BAD music taste— plus this one guy had made a crappy song that he kept paying the dude to play over and over so... They tookover. The infamous cutie led the charge, Tucker pushed the deejay out his post and handed FANTASMA a mic while Sam directed the crowd.
"Okay, now that perdenti amateur night is OV~ER! WHO'S READY TO SET THIS PARTY OFF RIGHT?!" The crowd screamed with happiness, Sam gave the signal everything was setup then joined the team on stage. Vlad facepalmed but relaxed in his seat in the VIP lounge waiting for the show to start. Tucker had altered the strobe lights so that people could see and then it happened... VIC: Wobble.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All the shawtys in the club
(Let me see you just)
Back it up, drop it down
(Let me see you just)
Get low n scrub the grown
(Let me see you just)
Push it up, push it up
(Let me see you just)
The two girls rocked to the beat then the party was on. For those who don't know how to Wobble I shall now list the Instructions. Wave your arms to the right then the left. Cha cha with yo right then cha cha with yo left then cha cha again with yo right then turn to yo left and back it up. Better yet go find the instruction video on YouTube.
Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble (yeah) [x4]
Get in there, yeah, yeah [x4]
Ey big girl make em' back it up, make em' back it up [x4]
Vlad was thoroughly entertained, the crew of teens had the club turnt out. He happily sipped his wine till two ghostly supermodel doubles kidnapped him from his area and deposited him right into the fray. He sent a glare to his date who smugly smirked and continued to party, her look said "He had no say in the matter." So he joined, the dance was relatively simple just~ flashy. Tucker then flipped the song to Shakira: Hips Don't Lie.
Shakira, Shakira
I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa
Shakira, Shakira
Then Sam and Fantasma jumped off stage; the crowd clearly a bit of the floor and the two girls tore it DOWN! Some girls joined them but by the end of it Plasmius and Tucker were ready to SMASH! The party stayed lit till two, by the end of the night, everyone was tired like hell feet sorer then a mug.
After a thirty minute limo ride in which Vlad mildly kidnapped his bae to play in the back, the team arrived back at the hotel. All happy from their night out the third out the whole week, Team Phantom wandered while Vlad returned to his suite. The three strolled in silence till finally Sam spoke.
"Slightly starting to trust him..."
"Trust who? " Danny chimed sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
"Bruh, Masters want the booty. " Tucker teased. "Who do think was playing grab ass with you on the street, tonight? " The tranny pouted. "I don't blame him neither. You got ass for days same goes for you, Sam. " Said Goth stopped in her tracks and turned to face the technogeek with a malignant glare. She stomped over to Tucker with a raised hand but he caught it, yanked her towards him... AND KISSED HER! After the kiss, Sam was dizzy, pissed, lit, her face red like a Mars afternoon. She didn't know what to do or what to say so all that left her lips was.
"You're dead."
"And you're sexy. " Tucker lifted her back up and spun her. "Yo, I been dying to do that since that last time Freak-out? Freak James? ~~!"
"Freakshow." His two besties chimed.
"Yeah, dat fool. Speaking of? We cool, 'cause I ain't spend my five g's yet but I'd like to take you out." Sam blushed deeply and hugged him, Danny simply smirked and yelled...
"THE SHIP HAS SAILED!"
THAT SATURDAY (BEFORE HEADING BACK)
Sam and Tucker went on a sweet little date leaving Danny and his billionaire to do the same. Jazz had given up at this rate in her attempts to keep them apart, it was inevitable. The tycoon was smitten with her little brother and the phan-tabulous babydoll was FEELIN him back. She wanted Danny safe and happy and if being in the arms of his once arch-nemesis was what it took... So-vi-et. But her resolve was not in vain because Maddie had stepped in. She had noticed all the time her son and the billionaire had spent together especially after the night of the 'BIG REVEAL'. It was starting to worry her; half of her was saying Masters was just being a good god-uncle but then she would notice Danny's tiny blushes every time the man came around. Were they... DATING?!
She was walking around the hotel when she caught sight of the two in the hotel's garden. Vlad as usual was sipping some sort of 'alcoholit' beverage while Danny doodled in his sketchbook leaned up against him. She questioned her son's attire which consisted of a tight white halter top– his stomach exposed with red capris and some blue toms covered in various gold bangles and belts. He was a true tranny and loved every minute of it. The protective mother moved in and conducted her espionage.
"Vlad?"
"Да, немного барсук?" (Yes, little badger)?"
"Can you down an ENTIRE bottle of vodka by yourself?" The pompous CEO gave his lover a look that read "Seriously?" but indulged his pet.
"Are you asking this because I'm Russian? "
"Yeah. " Danny chimed rolling on to his back and looking Vlad dead in his face with an innocent smile.
"That's racist."
"But can you?"
"I'm Russian, my dear boy. It's natural." Maddie deduced it as harmless banter but wanted more to analyze but the next thing partly confirmed her fears... Vlad kissing Danny's head in a loving way. Said boy passed his sketchbook to the billionaire who looked it over.
"Why so cheap with the fabrics, little badger?" Vlad asked while refilling his glass. "If these are meant to be in a Bridge store then the fabrics and furs should be real. "
"Nah. A– Sam would hate me to infinity and beyond if a single chinchilla hair is harmed and B... You gotta be mindful of people's of allergens otherwise you'll have a shit ton of lawsuits... Vi Grazie for the job, ya crazy fruitloop."
"Welcome." MADDIE SQUEALED WITH DELIGHT AND RAN OFF... She missed the beautiful and sexy part where Vlad pulled the designer into his lap and made out with him, sketchbook abandoned to the grass till further notice.
That afternoon everyone had lunch together and it amazed Jack and Maddie that Tucker and Sam had hooked up— who would've thought? The two had spent their day at a chill coffee place and reminiscing on old times plus had gone to an art museum. Sam was a mess at how much attention Tucker was giving her now she knew how Danny felt with his suitor all day. The technogeek was sweet and adorkable with added bonus of making a killer mix tape in a flash. On everyone else's end of things: Jack had spent the days of past chilling and striking it big in the casino plus heading out to the best Italian restaurants along with Maddie. Jazz had spent her day strolling but by the end of it all... Everything was chill. Maddie had been staring at her son lovingly since the dinner started ready to spill the beans on his new title. Aforementioned tranny was eating a parfeit, whip cream all over his kawaii baby face which was making Vlad hunger with severe lust. Maddie couldn't take it anymore.
"I propose a toast." She chimed. "To Danny and his NEW JOB! "
"CHE? " He whined with whip cream all over his face.
"You know? With VLAD? The designing and clothing? It all makes sense now. " Jazz gave her brother a look that read 'We need to talk' to which he nervously smiled and shrugged. Vlad just continued sipping on his vodka but a tiny smirk lined his face, Sam and Tucker only shrugged while Jack strode over and gave his son a 'light' slap on the back. The malicious tycoon nearly broke his glass watching that happen but calmed himself remembering he owed Jack his life in trade for the Italian on his arm.
"Can't believe you landed a job working for the V-MAN." the boisterous hunter cheered. "What have you got him doing, Vladdy?"
"I'm expanding into the fashion industry." Vlad simply proclaimed and poured some more vodka.
"And DANNY does WHAT for you? " Jazz asked in a sharp tone. She was not too happy about the situation as a whole but this got her gears churning. She cocked an eyebrow in suspicion. Masters gave her a soft but villainous smile but answered her question.
"He's my new President of Teen Apparel is that wrong, Jasmine?"
"Ohhon~ You have no idea..." The two geniuses had a stare down of ideals and wit with a sharp under bite of hate for each other. Danny couldn't take it, one wrong move or word from either of them and everyone's ass was about to be on the line. And besides... He used to be on the receiving end of that glare, Jazz had no real clue who she was really dealing with. Vlad could ruin her with the snap of his fingers if he so choosed; supernatural powers plus hella money equal ONE POWERFUL BAD GUY. He had to diffuse the tension fast.
"HEY! HEY! Chill out!" He ordered. "I just design clothes and stuff, no biggie," His suitor took care and acknowledged his tone, translation: Do not fuck my sister over or I will fuck you up, my good sir. "Good thing we're in ITALIA so I can get more inspiration for my designs. Yet we're still covering whose in charge of what."
"AGAIN! I'M YO VP but what about the first show?" Asked Tucker. "It gotta be lit. Dibs on the music called it. "
"We wouldn't have it any other way." Sam replied. "Only I'm doing the menu."
"NO!/ NYET!"
FINAL NIGHT IN ITALY
Being this was their last night in Italy, Masters took everyone out for a night on the town. The teens practically had to beg Jack and Maddie to lose their jumpsuits for the night and wear something normal, even Jazz had begged a bit. Eventually the two were dressed suitably for a night out; Maddie in a nice blue dress with a brown purse and heels— courtesy of Jazz— while Jack was LITERALLY FORCED into a nice orange Polo shirt and brown slacks and dress shoes... NEVER! Disagree with a designer's choice as in Danny went a bit crazy on him when he said that Polo was for sissies— Vlad was in heaven. Aforementioned tranny wore a green black halter top with pale green capris plus blue open-toed stilettos with platinum bangles. While HER sister simply rocked a strapless dress with flats; Sam– purple tube top with a green miniskirt and black heels. TUCKER– GUCCI DOWN TO THE SOCKS. Vlad called it a day with a simple black Armani shirt and jeans with dress shoes.
After a bit of random strolling, they finally found a spot to chill at, Flavio's– a upscale nightclub. The basics happened, Jack and Maddie busting out dance moves that hadn't been in style since the 80s, the teens plus one billionaire groaning in embarrassment, and one infamous cutie halfa fixing it. Fantasma was back and had the club gone having requested something everybody could dance to: R Kelly- Love Slide.
snap in the name of love (im gonna) snap in the name of love
(them im gonna) clap in the name of love (oh yeah) clap in the name of love
(im gonna step) step in the name of love (whoooh),
step in the name of love (in the name of love)
groove in the name of love, groove in the name of love
Jazz snagged a cute blonde Italian boy while Sam and Tucker managed to NOT step on each others feet. Maddie and Jack had to stumble a bit but got the hang of it while Vlad danced with his glamorous lady KILLED IT. A crowd soon formed around the two as they tore up the dance floor easily— hey, where did Danny go? After a while things cooled down and everyone took a seat. Jack and Maddie chilled in the private area reserved for the party. Sam and Tucker ran off while Jazz talked with her Italian about the arts. The only oddity was Fantasma who at the moment was in a hard spot. She was at the bar and some guy was in her ear about how good he was in bed, her eyes wandered around searching for her suitor. Ol'boy in her ear was lost to her discomfort and boredom with him, where the frick frack was Vlad?! Which here translates to "VAMPIRE GHOST IN ITALY". The old man was grubbing in an alleyway not to far from the club on some poor ghost. Meanwhile with DANNY aka FANTASMA, the doll was done; her head started to hurt and the guy in her ear became a pure blur. Luckily, Jazz had seen the poor ghoul pixie waver and rescued her from the guy, whom of which growled at her for stealing his chance at some free sex.
LATER THAT NIGHT– 10 pm
After a week of shopping sprees, parties, and plenty of selfies the Italian trip had come to a close. Everyone headed back to the hotel around nine; Vlad HAPPILY carried Danny back— the small whines the kawaii tranny let loose were an added bonus. They made it back and Vlad deposited Daniel in his room, Jazz keeping stern watch by the door.
"Why so high strung, Jasmine?" He mocked.
"Gee, let me think. You're a TOTAL creeper as well as HIS arch-nemesis for the better part of three years. Need I recall a few months ago you broke his arm in a fairly heated fight. Plus my baby bro~ excuse, sister is knocked out and vulnerable to any and all pervs. See where I'm going with this? " Vlad gave her a skeptical look and cocked his eyebrow.
"As so kindly put by your little brother slash sister: the past is the past..." He strolled over to her. "And I'm a gentleman, dear girl... Her wish is my command." At that he floated up to his room, leaving Jazz to deal with Danny who was still clothed. As she was taking off his jewels the doll started talking.
"What have I told you?" He muttered sleepily.
"About what, Danny?"
"Pickin and choosin yo battles?" She looked to the slumbering doll to see him staring at her with hazy eyes, his words struck hard. "Granted, he has issues but~~ He's my fruitloop."
"Danny~ I'm not interested in the fact this~~ relationship you two have is illegal." She replied with tears lacing her teal eyes. "I'm on the fact that up until now, I've watched you come home banged up and torn from numerous fights. Half of them WITH Plasmius or in some way related to some scheme he cooked up to hurt dad or YOU. HELL! When Sam and Tucker aren't there, it's me wrapping you up from head to toe in gauze. WHAT IF HE HURTS YOU? FEELINGS AND ALL. " Danny sat up and stroked her cheek with a manicured nail.
"Then I'll kill him." Jazz looked into his eyes and saw nothing but calmness and love. "He knows the damage I can do... I think it's finally sunk into his head that if he hurts me anymore I'll kill him. I have the powers and skills to do it," Jazz studied his eyes only to find.. HER. The phantom model who was to blame for this mess, Fantasma Ragazzo. "I'm fine, Jasmine. You've already done so much now so do me a flavor and get some sleep, per favore."
"Okay, baby sis." They hugged then Jazz left for bed.
AROUND MIDNIGHT– LE SEXY TIME
Danny was sound asleep ~ he was in hell. His body was on fire, every nerve in him was screaming like it was lit aflame. He rolled to the left and the sheets felt like lightening, rolled to the right and the comforter was like blazing sandpaper. SHE needed touch and needed it bad; she had been feeling off since the club. Her head reeled like it had transcended but was submissive to all irrational. Her lower body was literally demanding attention while her stomach became littered in knots. He shifted into her and floated up to see a certain billionaire villain.
After returning Daniel to his suite and the confrontation with Jasmine, Vlad sat in his bed reviewing documents and thinking over the teen psychologist words. Did he really deserve, Daniel? The two used to fight like cats and dogs but now he was obsessed with him. He was used to the boy cracking on his age plus taunting him about his slight love for Maddie upon which they'd beat the living hell out of each other. Plus the two were the only ones of their kind– halfas as so coined of them in the Ghost Zone. The boy was the only one who could relate to him on that plane of life: surrounded by many but alone in the end. Daniel was fabulous and gorgeous, when unprovoked he proved sweet and actually quite charming everything Vlad looked for in a lover. He shivered at the thought of leaving another mark of hatred on the boy's silk skin; all those months of scheming and obsession blocked his view of true happiness... He wanted Daniel and wanted him badly. After accessing his company was in order and any and all possible issues had been nipped in the bud, he decided to call it a night.
Around midnight Vlad was fast asleep in his penthouse suite, his mind filled with calculations for later business deals. It wasn't even thirty minutes into his lifeless sleep he felt— strange. His dreams were consuming him, said dreams were of him making love to a certain ghostly babydoll and ravishing him till he screamed to the heavens for mercy. At first he was fine but then the dream shifted to a gorgeous silk red room; the touches all became real, the scents intoxicating, the whimpers prevalent. Something screamed at the tyrant to WAKE UP... DANIEL WAS IN FANTASMA MODE STRADDLING HIS LAP! All mental restraint to NOT take her right there was tossed out the window! He looked around only to find the dreamscape phasing in and out of reality. The ghastly pixie was trying her best to hold the illusion together but Vlad's keen mind fought back. Sapphire challenged azure as the two became locked in a heated stare down... POW! The pixie cheated and crashed her lips into his for a powerful kiss; the villainous billionaire let her have her way and played along. They rocked and made out; his hands ran along her sides only to reach her booty and cop a good feel. He found the latches that held her suit's black train in place then tossed it away to the floor. Soon they needed to breath but Vlad was hungry so... He bit her shoulder, causing her to cry out. He laughed darkly at her whimper then licked her ear causing a tremor of fear to course through his princess.
"Привет, красавица . Why so eager? " (Hello, beautiful)
"Non lo so... I-I need~~ touch. " Vlad didn't need to be told twice... (I don't know).
He took it slow so the doll could get used the the sensual touches and feels. He kissed her skin and lightly tugged her hair to expose her regal neck; nipping and coating it in hickies that would be a hell to cover in the morning. Taking special care to suck on the base and Adam's apple. He was marking the poor ghoul cutie, letting all know she belonged to him and only him. She was his sweet little princess and no one was to harm her; his lust was lit like a wolf as he marked her skin with love. He gently felt and groped her up— studying her reactions and sounds, the make out session took all of thirty minutes but he wanted more. He went for the bow but~
"Ay! " Fantasma was given a firm smack to the ass to which Vlad smirked evilly when she shivered in his hold. He turned Fantasma around so her back was to him, he slowly unzipped her suit relishing in the whimper he earned along with the shiver. He went in with plenty of kisses leaving a pattern of seductive code but soon the kisses turned to licks and bites to which he earned yelps and curses in Italian. He licked from the swell of her back to her hairline then removed the elegant suit— the one she stole his heart in. Her lace green thong only added to his lustful madness but being a 'gentle'man, he kindly pulled them down and tossed them on them on the floor. Now that she was fully naked... He was about to have some fun.
One hand massaged while the mouth sucked; the doll was a mess at the feels coursing through her— when your worst enemy has the hands of a sex god. MASTERS was a MASTER in the ecstasy ring of sex; finessing the most sensitive spots on his princess to ensure maximum pleasure while sucking on her bare chest. Vlad was in pure vampiric bliss, it wasn't until he bit her shoulder and squeezed her ass he got a true reaction... She screamed. THE ROOM GOT HIT WITH A GHOSTLY WAIL. It hurt deeply but was worth her gorgeous tear stained face, he shushed her and kissed her gently.
"Успокойся, моя милая принцесса." (Calm down, my sweet princess). "
"THAT HURT, YOU COGLIONE!" (FUCKER. )
"I'm sorry but a монстр is what he does. " At that Fantasma was tossed upon the bed, her eyes locked with Masters only to find his alternating between a villainous red and a seductive purple (monster). His lips captured hers in one hell of a kiss, one hand held Fantasma's hands above her head while the other caressed her sides and ass.
"Ты так чертовски красива, Даниил. Fantasma. Так мило. Безумно красивая. " He panted in between menstruations; he kissed and licked adorning in the whimpers and squeals of pleasure he coaxed from his darling (You're so damn beautiful, Daniel. Fantasma. So sweet. Gorgeous).
"Я был слеп к вашей совершенства до сих пор. Прости меня." (I was blind to your perfection till now. Forgive me. )
"Not a clue what the hell you're saying, ciclo della frutta."(fruitloop). Even during sex the ghouliscious halfa was a sassy slay queen, Vlad chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.
"Just be quiet and let me work."
He then went to work, butterfly kisses to her abdomen while her lower part was attended to with care. Slow pumps that increased in speed, her ghostly screams rocking the room as he sucked on her most sensitive spots— she came all over his hand. Eventually Vlad flipped her over, she squealed and tried to slip up under the blanket at which point the villain summoned a double who held her hostage against his toned chest while he searched for lube. The double kept the Italiana occupied by kissing her and playing with her soft hair; it turned into a tug of seductive war as both the double and Vlad fought for the cutie's affection. The double tugged her and bathed her with kisses and hickies to her neck and back while Vlad did the same only to her thighs, she attempted to close them but he held them apart tightly... He bit her. THE SCREAM WAS HELLA LOUD. The double disappeared but Plasmius remained to finish his job; hands above her head while getting kissed with passion when she felt it... The first finger.
The pixie was in pain and heaven at the same time as her lover prepped her to precision. After she adjusted to the feeling, it felt good but when the second one entered she scratched Vlad's back– deeply– with her manicured stilettos; said monster growled in appreciation– masochist. It eventually felt even better with two fingers scissoring her and soon she was helping by bouncing on them but when the third finger came in... WAIL. Right in Vlad's face– his ears were going to be a bit shot later.
"Your damn fingers are troppo grande." (too big.)
"Get ready for something bigger." At that she went quiet, a zipper was undone and some shuffling around was heard before she felt something press against her backside.
"I wanna see!" Fantasma- Danny proclaimed, the villian smirked but showed her all of his package... Can we say Prussian 5 metres? Or Hungarian?
"Cos'è queeeeeeeeeeeeeeellooooooooo?! " (WHAT IS THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!) Vlad chuckled darkly— all of his previous lovers had said that but this was the best reaction he's ever gotten. The pixie was horrifically awestruck– it was a massive dick; she even poked it. She muttered unintelligibly as she poked the~~ BEAST! That was about to invade her vital regions; Vlad eventually grew bored with her wonderment and pulled her into his lap. He undid his ponytail so his hair framed his face loosely; he gave his princess a dark smirk to which she gulped.
"It's not gonna fit. " She whined as she felt her butt being pried apart.
"I'll make it fit." He was right, he did make it fit with a lot of screaming, cursing and crying involved on his doll's end of things. He was in all the way to the hilt but gave her a chance to adjust. The stars of orgasm were already in her eyes– from the way she was positioned on his lap plus with how big he was, his member was directly on her spot. Once the feeling of being full set in, the darling gave him a tiny nod to move... He did.
She gripped his shoulders as he bucked into her, she helped by slightly bouncing to meet him halfway. The stars in her eyes were lit like mad as her billionaire fucked her senseless. They went steady for a good hour or so till Fantasma came between the two of them, he came a few thrusts later; Vlad smirked but licked and kissed her– cleaning her up for round two. Her face was priceless– tear stained, her eye liner faded into a black stream of ecstasy. Her body had Masters lit with lust for more– covered in his predatorial love marks that showed she was his, his sweet little Italiana. He laid her out then went in; the pixie was GONE! She screamed and wailed, her cries blasting and knocking several things out of place. She scratched up his back like a lithe lioness, mauling him to ensure the marks stay. The more he gave the louder she got so to occupy her mouth and avoid excess damage to anything else he put a few fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Хорошо, немного барсук." (Good, little badger.) He kissed all over her face. "So sweet." He went in for a while more but the final thrust into his darling had her gone. HER GHOSTLY SCREAMS KNOCKED EVERYTHING OUT OF ORDER then... She passed out.
THE MORNING AFTER- 6 AM
Danny... Was sore. He lay in the soft canopy bed reliving all his memories from last night, translation: he had slept with the villainous tycoon who had been giving him hell for the past three years and... He liked it. He stared at the canopy which for some reason had a giant hole in it, he could see straight to the ceiling which for another reason had circular burn marks. He couldn't really piece together his end of the sexing but knew, Vlad was a damn king at it. Aforementioned tyrant was in the shower– cleaning up all evidence of what happened. Danny lay in the log position his body cursing at him not to move but alas he couldn't help it, he sat up— his lower back hollering in pain. He looked around and blanched at everything, the room was a disaster area: the sheets covered in jizz, mirror shattered plus all other glassware— flowers strewn about, clothes everywhere. At this moment Plasmius choose to make his appearance and stood in the doorway to the bathroom, arms crossed with a smirk.
"Fuck me running..." Danny mused aloud.
"Gladly." The revenant doll looked to the bathroom and pouted in embarrassment and anger at the smug fucker who took his virginity.
"What happened to the room? "
"Oh. That..." Vlad summed. "SOMEONE. Is very~ audible when they're making love." The flush got deeper as it came back to him how loud he was. He looked down at himself only to find he was littered in love bites and hickies. Some made patterns others were reminiscent of wolf bites while on his sides laid light purple bruises— from when SOMEONE gripped his waist too tightly.
"Che cazzo?! Ya crazy vampire fruitloop!" Danny whined as he covered himself. Vlad grinned like the dark king he was and wandered over to the bed, he then stole a long and slow passionate kiss from the startled cutie. After it was over he rubbed circles on his cheek and kissed his forehead.
"I simply gave you what you asked for, darling. " Said darling blushed and dove under the blankets making Vlad laugh softly. "You might want to go get dressed, my dear badger...We have a flight to catch."
"Mi ami, Vlad?" (Do you love me, Vlad)?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?" The billionaire gave the doll a shocked look then softly smiled. He knew the question was coming and finally after weeks of searching for a true answer, he could honestly answer it with joy in his heart. He pulled the pixie from under the blanket and held him tight against his chest.
"Years of schemes and plots to kill you only to end up loving you..." He nuzzled Danny's shoulder. "I can honestly say that I do... " Danny sighed in content and cuddled back. "Plus," Seductive evil bastardo mode activated:
"You look absolutely ravishing in that black suit."
"Is that a bunched up towel or you just happy to see me?"
THAT AFTERNOON– AIRPORT
Sam and Tucker were lost, their bestie was covered head to toe like an Iraqi housewife. He looked like a snobby old rich lady only he was blushing like mad. He wore a grey head scarf with brown sunglasses- Chanel , a red and black crop top only it had a long sleeved black undershirt plus gloves to match with grey skinny jeans and black booties— a last minute outfit on Vlad's behalf. They were in the waiting area trying to figure out when the plane would come, Jazz had went to find a snack same for the others of the missing party. Sam was lost to her bestie's reasoning for the outfit so in the end.
"Danny?" The scarf-bound tranny looked to her. "Why in the hell are you wearing that? It's like eighty degrees in here. WITHOUT air-conditioning." He shrugged and went back to playing with his tablet which Tucker was dying to touch but then something else caught the geek's eye. A little of Danny's stomach had peeked out from underneath his undershirt and just when Tucker had thought he lost his mind he figured it out... A stone cold bruise on his homie's left side.
"Oh my damn..." He whispered out as he covered his mouth.
"What's with you?" Sam asked with a hand on her hip; he pointed at Danny's side with a quivering finger and that's where Sam directed her attention, she gasped.
"Danny."
"Yes?"
"What is that?"
"What is what? "
"THAT~~ Mark. On your side." In that instant, the halfa finally registered the breeze on his lower back and pulled his shirt down. Before he could notice let alone react Tucker had snatched the scarf away... Revealing all evidence of last night: his neck and collar bone ravished in hickies and love bites.
Sam blanched while Tucker literally stood and paced in panic, Danny snatched his scarf back and re-wrapped it quickly in anger and embarrassment. He took off his glasses and glared at his adopted sister and brother.
"Bruh... " Started Tucker. "Please tell me. YOU DID NOT. LET HIM. SMASH. " Danny cringed but admitted to his EPIC fail by pulling down a bit of his shirt, more hickies— some red, others purple, some a very dangerous shade of blue. His ghostly bode was trying its hardest to heal the stained spots but the vampire had sucked all the air away from them. Sam sat by him in haste and hugged him.
"You DIDN'T?!" Danny nodded nervously and covered up again. "D-did he come on to you? Other way around?!"
"Other way around. Mi è stato acceso ieri sera. " He explained. " I flew up to his room looking for a quick and dry fuck when he busted me and woke up." (I was lit last night).
"Woke up?" Quizzed Tucker.
"I had him under an illusion but— The bastardo was too keen eyed to screw over."
"From da look of dat neck, I say he ran HELLA train on nat—!" The geek caught a snowball to the shoulder. "Really, dude?"
"The worst part... I LIKED IT." At that Sam and Tucker fell back and went in. "I get it! I got fucked by my arch-nemesis. Which in the long run might prove to be a BAD thing." Sam recovered first.
"Since you claim to have enjoyed thine self, standard question. How was it?" She looked to Danny only to find him burying himself in his scarf.
"Sex god. " Tucker perked an eyebrow while Sam gaped, this couldn't be true.
"C-come again." Tried Tucker.
"Sex god. King. Boss. Kama Sutra type SHIT. " Sam was appalled but had to hear more. "Not a clue what the hell 'orgasm' MEANT till~~~"
"No homo but~ How– how big? "
"... Hungarian times two." The revenant cutie's besties gasped and covered their mouths before saying it.
"DAAAAAAAYUUUUM. "
"My ass still hurts. " The doll mused. "I fucked up his room with a ghostly wail or two. " Tucker then remembered the tremors from last night and popped Danny's shoulder.
"OWwwwwww!"
"That. Was for keeping me up last night." He explained, Sam was confused and looked between the two of them. "BRUH-BRUH! Masters had dat ass screaming last night. I could hear them fucking all the way to my room. Dat ass was G-O-N-E! GONE! " Danny stuck his tongue out at the claim while Sam gasped in surprise,this was gonna be a long flight.
Meanwhile in the airport bar, Jack was suspiciously eyeing his best friend who was thoroughly pretending not to notice. Even Maddie was subtly eyeing the businessman with weariness as he drowned his sixth shot of vodka and had yet to fall over. They couldn't tell whether or not he was mad or ill but knew the tycoon was going to be drunk and tired the whole flight home...Maddie was done.
"Vlad." The billionaire looked to her with hazy eyes as he signaled for another drink.
"Yes, Madeline?"
"Why are you drinking so much?" She asked in exasperation. "Because sitting here watching you drink yourself into a stupor is going to give me a migraine."
"Because I'm Russian." He chimed. "Vodka gives me wings. "
"Especially after the night you had... " Jack muttered from beside him. The villain looked to him trying to find a legit excuse to blast him into the chardonnay wall.
"And what. Is that. Supposed to mean, my 'good' friend?" Jack leaned over with a knowing smirk and gestured him closer.
"Your little 'friend' kinda woke everyone up last night." VLAD quirked an eyebrow in question but had a clue as to what he was talking about.
"Not a clue what you're talking about..." He lied. Jack chuckled but continued.
"It was in part thanks to her that I caught a ghost last night. Skipping all the fine details." Jack got comfortable and explained himself. "Anyways after checking the kids rooms, I headed up to check on you only the second I get off the elevator... I hear screams annnnnd the banging of a headboard." The tycoon spit-taked at that; he kind of had forgotten he was the only guest booked for the penthouses so... Daniel WAS REALLY LOUD plus HE WAS GOOD.
THE FLIGHT BACK HOME
After catching Plasmius's limo to his personal hanger, the party was on their way back to the states. Jazz was lost to everyone's discomfort and downtrodden moods. Sam and Tucker coddled Danny who was a blushing mess while her parents were whispering of Vlad and if whether or not he was an alcoholic. Speaking of said menace - he was drinking. DRINKING BLOOD. He sat in the private back area of the plane that acted as his study, thinking over how cute Daniel looked last night while they made love. He sipped while listening to music to chillax only Jazz interrupted.
"Okay, playboy. Spill. " She demanded as she waltzed up to him. He took his headphones off and gave her a blank stare.
"I haven't a clue what you're talking about..." The lie lingered in the air before Jazz knocked it down.
"Danny is getting cuddled like frickin helpless teddy bear while my parents are talking about you. What the f~~—! Is that blood?" The villainous tycoon gave her a vicious smile complete with fangs and laid back on the sofa.
"What do you think? " Jazz was horrified: HER BROTHER WAS DATING A MONSTER!
"If you hur—!" Vlad was before her in a flash, his eyes a raging crimson.
"The only reason you're still alive is because I want Daniel as my bride. " He growled. "I have put up with your smartaleck mouth since the courting phase and I'm DAMN near at my limit. The only thing keeping me from draining you dry is your brother. If it makes you feel any better, he swore to have my head if any harm befalls you or anybody else whom he calls family."
"Mutual assured destruction, you vicious bastard." She managed to hiss out, she then left Vlad to his dinner and thoughts of his lover.
Meanwhile with Team Phantom a major makeup session was underway. As in trying to cover a thousand and one love marks before touching down in Wisconsin. Sam was a genius with her makeup kit while Danny was a pure Picasso but Tucker... Failed beyond the fail.
"TUCKER! " Danny cried when he examined the geek's handiwork on his side. The marks were more prominent as well as sickly looking.
"What! I ain't no artist!"
"Give me this! " Sam then snatched the blush brush from her boyfriend. "You were supposed to be using the peach foundation with snowflake blush. He look like a damn zombie now! "The two cleaned up the mess Tucker had made on the doll's side then fixed it with the right applications. After a while the marks were hidden from view so the prince was free to take the scarf off and put on lighter material. At that moment Jazz came in to the cabin, fear of something dreadful written all over her face. She sat on the opposite couch then dared a glance at her little brother who for some reason was shirtless. He sighed knowingly; another confrontation only this time it had left the mature girl rattled. He put on a crop top and flopped down beside her.
"Care to tell me what's wrong or you want to stare into space some more?" She shook her head as tears came to her eyes.
"How? " She asked. "How? How can you do it? The monster used to be after your head and you flip the script. How can you trust let alone LOVE~~ the man who swore to make your life a living hell?" Danny hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear.
"I let go of the past."
