Authors' Notes

Kit - I'm so sorry for all the sins we've commited. Also, this fanfic would be somewhat of a spin-off on FTB from about halfway through. Just take out Danny's constant pain in that fic. Note that 'Andrew Riter' is the Ghostwriter, and 'Randy Riter' is Ghostwriter's 'brother'. In this story, we made them raised together, but they are NOT blood related.

Kas - Minus all the bits of Guardian added in, which should also be read. Just as a warning, this /is/ an OT3 fic, though there is nothing besides kisses and cuddling that may go a TINY bit far, but there is NO SMUT in this.

Kit - If you want OT3 smut, though, hit us up and we'll hook you up.

Kas - Shut up, Nomi.

Kit - ...Kay.

"Hiii, Randy!" Danny Fenton bounced over to the older ghost happily before hugging him tightly. Randy Riter - Ghostwriter's brother - was easily scooping Danny up and returning the hug, nuzzling at the top of the teen's head with a bright smile.

"Yo, Danny! I haven't seen you in what feels like- Wait ...How did you get past the traps... Cause, I mean, I'm pretty sure I still had traps up in the lobby." Unless Liz, his lair, had taken them down. Again.

"Liz likes me." The younger sniffed at the air, wrinkling his nose with a frown. "I thought you said you couldn't bake." Randy blinked at that, slowly narrowing his eyes.

"...I'm not." Yes. Lie to the child. That would totally work. "And Liz likes everyone more than me. I'm pretty sure she just puts up with me because I drag back people for her to torment."

"Aww, no! She loves you!" Danny gave a small shake off his head. "Okay, if you're not baking, what is that smell?" That god awful, familiar smell.

"A candle. Yes. That's what it is." A slight pause, Randy setting the teen down before heading towards the kitchen. "That was a fucking lie, but still, pretend it's one you believe."

"Why don't you make me?" The teen followed him into the kitchen with a hum, almost absently looking around at the castle-like lair that Randy lived in. "So, any fun jobs, recently?"

"Surprisingly? Not really," Randy shrugged, snagging a pair of oven mitts and poking at whatever was in the oven. "It's surprising, but, apparently, not a lot of ghosts need mercenaries. And I hate working for Vlad." A grumble of 'fucking psycho.

"Good. He's a fruitloop. He'd probably make you go hunt down materials for a Danny-bot." Shivering, the teen looked into the oven curiously. "You're making...brownies."

"Yes. And to be fair, it was parts for Skulker." Randy pulled the pan out, shutting the oven door with a little kick. "That was also a joke. Mostly. But I did do some work for him in the beginning, before I found out how crazy he was."

"Really? You worked for Vlad? You must have been really desperate." Danny poked at the brownies, trying to snatch a piece. The pan was immediately snatched back and pulled away, Randy looking hesitant.

"I'd really rather you not eat these specifically- Okay, look, I can't bake. It burns. All of it. But I wanted something chocolate to munch on and I only know one recipe that turns out right- Look, Uncle Seb thought it was a good idea to give it to me, okay, and I have a perfect memory. Just...just don't eat this. They are not good for human teens-" A pause in his rambled explanation. "...Unless you already do, in which case that's totally cool, and all, as long as you're safe- Pot. They're pot brownies. If that wasn't clear."

Danny only made a face before skittering to the other side of the kitchen, nose once again wrinkling in clear distaste. "That explains the smell." God, he hated that stuff.

"That does indeed explain the smell." Randy was popping one into his mouth before digging around for a container for the others. "Just so happens if I don't add it in, the brownies end up burning and tasting rancid. That, and the stuff doesn't really affect ghosts. But, yeah, I'm kinda grateful for your reaction. It means I can still pretend you are innocent- Pretend. I know- I know. But still."

Rolling his eyes, Danny passed a tupperware bowl over to Randy before going through the cabinets and dammit, he moved the cups, again. "And since you love your little brother oh so much, you'll make me some hot chocolate, right?" Ooo, that one almost didn't hurt!

"I mean, I could try saying no to you, but then we'd both know that it would end with you winning and me breaking. So I think I'll just cut out the middle man, there." Randy was putting the brownies away before setting them aside, snatching some air freshener - it was better than the pot smell, at any rate. "Cups are in the next cabinet over."

"And another thing! You move things around like every week! Why do you do that?! Are you trying to make me doubt my reality?!" Danny ranted as he got out his favorite cup - a fairly large mug, all white with two blue wolf eyes - and set it down next to Randy. Randy only snorted at the cup, picking it up and grabbing another one for himself.

"No, I just...move things around and obsessively clean everything- Okay, you know how all the rooms in here are a wreck? But do you ever see dust or anything like it? At all? Ever?" Yes, handmade hot chocolate. None of that pour in a cup instant made crap. "It's a thing."

"Yeah, well, it's a stupid thing." He pouted as he wrapped his arms around Randy's neck, hanging off of his back while his tail flicked and curled in agitation.

"Nah, it keeps you on your toes- Well, half of the time it does." Randy nudged him in the side with his elbow. "See? I can pun, too."

"Meh." Danny shrugged, only resting his chin on the top of Randy's head, and watching him almost sullenly.

"Wow. Someone's in a mood. What's up with you, petit mec?" Randy shifted around to grab a few things, almost absently giving a little scratch to the tail as it flicked by him.

"Huh? Oh, n... No, no, I'm fine." And wow. Okay. That was weak.

"Excessive pouting, tail flicking about twenty times a second, as well as grumbly and huffy words." Randy nudged him again. "Spiiill."

Danny nudged back, giving a small whine. "Randy, seriously, I'm fine. It's not like the world's ending."

"Well excuse me for being worried about my dear, dear br- fr- ARGH! WORDS!" Randy threw his arms up dramatically in frustration, looking annoyed beyond belief. "Why are words and thoughts and consciousness a thing?! Fuck it all!" Humming quietly, Danny gently scratched at Randy's scalp for a moment, trying to calm him down. It was a long few moments before Randy was slumping, looking pathetic. And maybe trying not to purr. "Thoughts are stupid." Honestly. The pair were fucking mated.

Danny snorted, looking bitter. "Tell me about it."

Randy gave a quiet laugh, and, right. Joking with a little brother. This was fine. "I didn't know you liked salt in your drink."

"...What."

"You're as salty as Andy is bitter," Randy snorted, shaking his head and starting to finish up the drinks. "And he's pretty fuckin' bitter."

"As much as the coffee he drinks," Danny conceded. Detaching himself from the man, he flew to the private library within the lair, settling down with a book on top of a shelf. It was a few minutes before Randy was sitting down beside him, leaving a bit of space.

"I come with the peace offering of hot chocolate and Riter cookies." A little wave of the cup. "It has spriiinkles."

Grinning, Danny leaned against his side for a moment before taking the two. He set the cup far away from the book to give it time to cool, and munched on one of the cookies. "Thanks." Randy was...a really great big brother.

"So, wanna try revising that whole 'it's nothing', then?" Snatching another cookie, Randy used it to poke at Danny's cheek.

"Nnnope." More silent poking with the cookie. "It's fine." Poke poke. Danny finally swatted at the cookie, frowning at him. "Quit it!"

"Gonna be honest, I expected you to bite the cookie," Randy snorted, nibbling on the cookie himself. "Okay, new point, you're curled up on top of a bookshelf. So, I can get you not wanting me to pry, but are you okay?"

"What? I like bookshelves! My mate lives in a library! Is it so hard to believe?!" A moment of silence, Randy scratching near the middle of Danny's spine quietly. Danny gave a quiet huff, returning to his book. Randy flicked his eyes, and, really, this kid was far too much like Andrew. Still, didn't stop him from settling down and getting comfortable. He would just wait out Danny's bad mood. Obviously.

It was a couple hours later, when Danny's phone went off, that there was any movement between the two of them. The teen glanced to it before closing the book and setting it aside. His cup had long since been emptied, and the cookies eaten. He barely glanced to Randy, only giving a half-hearted wave as he got up to leaver. "Later."

"Yeah, later..." Well, that didn't work. Sighing, Randy gave the teen a smile. "Feel free to come back whenever- Or, ya know, tell Andy to visit. Since he never does that. Ever." Wow, okay, even he was bitter. "Night."

"Night."

About five minutes later, Randy was glancing up to the ceiling. "Liz, he gone?" A positive little hum, followed by exasperation. There then might have been a scream of frustration from Randy, the man flopping off the bookshelf and into the floor, rolling on the ground in pain. "WHY AM I IN LOVE WITH BOTH LITTLE BROTHERS WHAT THE FUCK HOW FUCKED UP AM I WHHHYYY?!"

Liz only quietly hummed, trying to hush him as best she could because really, now. She was getting a bit fed up with all of this. Was it really not so obvious?

"...How likely am I to be able to disappear without them coming after me?" A negative hum was his answer. "Paaaiiinnn."

Love fucking sucked.