#they're dorks your honor

[rottenaero]

What if Steve got kicked out of his parent’s house after season 2?

He was already on thin ice after s1, with the beers and his fight with Jonathan, but after he got into ANOTHER fight with Billy they’re just kinda like, ‘pack your shit and leave’

And after a few weeks of living out of his car in the school parking lot, Eddie notices him after Hellfire and just kinda like, offers his house as a place to stay.

Of course Steve is like, ‘nah, ill be fine’ because he doesn’t want to freeload, but Eddie is absolutely not having it and convinces him that he wouldn’t be, and that he can pay him and do chores and shit if he really feels that bad about it.

Then Steve just starts living with him, of course there are rules, don’t invite people over, don’t talk about Eddie’s business, and don’t talk about the shit in his room.

The rest is the standard criteria, don’t bring animals in, don’t burn the house down, blah blah blah.

Course Wayne is a bit mad about this random guy with the last name Harrington at first, but the guy makes him coffee before he leaves for work, and is willing to put on a goddamn sailor costume to pay help pay the rent, so eventually they become acquaintances.

Eventually turning into the two watching sports on the tv and laughing at Eddies antics.

Thing is, during this whole thing, no one knows they live together. Dustin and the party don’t get much more than i moved out with a friend after the first time they ask to hang out at his house, and Hellfire just knows he has a roommate, not that its Steve, because all his shit is in the living room and hes always working when they’re over.

One day, mid-lunch, they decide to hang out at Eddie’s after school and he's all cool with it but is like ‘wait, my roommates off, let me go ask them if its okay’ and they're like ‘sure, okay, I wonder who it is?’

Then he waltzes straight up to Steve Harrington, who’s sitting by Nancy and Jonathan, and asks.

“Hellfires coming over afterschool, you good with that?”

“Yeah sure, do whatever, its your damn house, I can get out your hair if you want?”

“Nah nah, its all good, want you to meet ‘em anyway. Hey hey, wanna sit with us today?”

“Sure.”

Then Eddie heads back to the now silent Hellfire table (actually the whole cafeteria is a little silent) and sits down in his seat, Steve sitting in the empty one next to him.

Hellfire is absolutely confused, not just because Steve lives with him, but because of the very talked upon rumors about Eddie being gay, and how very true they were, and the fact that as a former-king, Steve should know that.

Steve however, seems very unconcerned with those rumors because for as close as Eddie keeps getting to him, even holding his bicep at some point, he acts very chill and relaxed, even leaning into him at some points.

Hellfire eventually calm down, and go to his house after school, and around 10 they decide to just stay the night. Eddie gives them a thumbs up, and turns to Steve.

“You’re bunking with me tonight.”

“Cool.”

Gareth starts panicking because there is a very obvious pride flag above one of his posters and he may not have seen it before and Eddie is so getting beaten up.

Except none of that happens. They wake up early that morning and Steve starts getting ready for work, and is about to leave when he turns to Eddie with a smirk.

“What, no goodbye kiss? Too dorky to do in-front of you friends?” And Eddie strolls right past the flabbergasted Hellfire and plants one on his temple.

“Goodbye o-great-king-of-assholery!”

Gareth quite literally chokes.

(What makes this even better? They’re not even dating, thats just Steve-being-Steve)

Part 2

Ao3

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve: Eddie. . . What are you doing?

Eddie: Looking for my keys.

Steve: Yes, okay, but why are you looking for them in my back pockets?

Eddie: Oh, silly me, are these not my pants?

Steve: Considering that I am wearing the pants you currently have your hands in. . .I'd say no.

Eddie: My bad.

Steve: Your hands are still in my pockets. Eddie! I'm looking at your keys right now! They're on the table!

Eddie: Oh, there they are!

Steve: Eddie. . .do you like me?

Eddie: We've been married for ten years, Steven.

Steve: So, you DO like me!

Eddie: My hands are still in your pants, aren't they?

[giggly-squiggily]

omg i'm the happiest in the world YOUR REQS ARE OPEN!! thank you so mucchhh! how abt lee!bachira and ler!isagi from bllk? like isagi discovering bachira is just super weak to tickles so when he's being a bit too much (he'll never be too much to me but anyways) he threatens him with them and then follows up to it. you can totally decline if you want tho! hope you're doing well <33

AHH THIS IS CUTE!!! I love bachisagi so much, and Lee!Bachira is beyond adorable! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset (tagging you cause yes :3)

“Isagi~” Bachira cooed, getting reeeeal close to his lazing figure. “What’s Mozart’s favorite fruit?”

An inhale, a brow twitch, and a resigned eye roll. “What, Bachira? What is his favorite-”

“Ba-na-na-na!” The dribbler cried in the same note as Fate Symphony. He leaned in so he was nose to nose with Isagi, grinning. “Ba-na-na-na!”

The brunette rolled his eyes as he pushed him off, trying not to smile. It was so stupid, but that was his type of humor. “You better knock it off-”

“Hehe, knock knock?” Bachira asked. Isagi breathed through his nose.

“Who’s there?”

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” The dribbler cried. In the back, Isagi could hear groans and giggles from the others. “Get it? Get it-Whoa!”

Isagi shoved him off, following him down until he was halfway on top against the mats. Behind them, someone wolf whistled. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna tickle you.”

Bachira’s giggly grin froze at the threat, cheek warm and eyes wide. Isagi felt himself pause, not expecting the reaction at all.

Then that brief look of shock melted into a look of genuine excitement, Bachira grinning all over as he reached out, poking Isagi in the cheek. “Boop! Tag, you're it!” He cackled as he shot to his feet, making a run for it.

Isagi blinked, rubbing at his face. Then he clicked his tongue, standing up and making his way after him. Once he got to the door, he found Bachira peeking around the corner, waiting for him.

So that’s how he wanted to play it, huh? “You better run.”

“AHH!” The dribbler let out a squeal and bolted, his giggles renewed as Isagi took chase. Around and around they went, flying by a startled Gagamaru and freshly showered Raichi who yelled something about watching where they were going and lovebirds. None of it mattered to Isagi. All that was there in this moment was Bachira’s cackling laughter as they raced into the open, abandoned soccer field. “Isa-GII!”

The chase was short lived; be it Bachira slowing down to look back or Isagi putting everything into his next sprint. The pair crashed into the fake grass, letting out laughs through momentary winces at the harshness of the ground below. It didn’t deter Isagi from wrestling Bachira on his back, sitting on his hips and pinning his wrists. 

“So, just to be clear.” Isagi began, grinning when Bachira giggled and squirmed beneath him. “Do you want me to tickle you?”

“Aehhehe, ehheheehehehe!” Bachira whimpered through his mirth, squeezing his eyes shut as he looked away. After a moment or two, he nodded, far too giggly to say the words.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” With that, he grabbed onto Bachira’s sides, worming his fingers gently over his waist as the other boy arched and squealed. “Just tell me when you’re done and I’ll stop, okay? The safe word is soccer.”

“Eehehahhahha! Oohohohkay!” Bachira nodded again, his hands immediately shooting to Isagi’s wrists. He didn’t grip them, though- but rather held onto them as Isagi carried on dancing his fingers into the sensitive skin. “Aheahhahhaha, Ihihihiisahahahhagi!”

“That’s my name, bumblebee. You really like saying it, huh?” Isagi wormed a hand up towards his ribs while the other one stayed on his waist, tapping along the spaces between each bone as Bachira squeaked and yelped at each prod. “Not that I mind it though. I like hearing you say it.”

“Ooohohoho do yohoohu nohohohow?”

“Yeah. Or maybe I just like you.” He shot both hands up to Bachira’s armpits, making him arch and screech. “Yeah, definitely. I just really, really like you.”

Bachira would have remarked something clever or equally flustering if he wasn't currently laughing his lungs out. Thrashing about in the grass, he pressed his arms tightly against his sides as he kicked his feet, head thrown back and cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. “AHEHAHAHHAHA! AHEHAHHHAH MHOOHOHVE SOHOHOMWHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHELSE!”

“Aww, does it tickle too much?” Isagi cooed, doing as requested and bringing his hands back to Bachira’s lowest ribs. It still tickled, but at least he could think again. “Is my cute little bumblebee too ticklish for his own good? Is he? I know how much you love it though. Yes you do! Yes you do!”

No! Not that! “AHEAHAHHAHA!” Bachira let out a statically shriek as his hands flew to his face, hiding his burning cheeks. “DOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOOH THAHHAHAT!”

Isagi blinked, surprised. Then he beamed.

“No way! You can dish it but you can't take it? Oh this is rich!” The raven cackled as he dropped his hands to his boyfriend’s hips, using his thumbs to press in rapidly. “Tickle tickle tickle, bumblebee! Come on, show me that pretty smile of yours~”

“AHEHAHAHHAHAHA! GHEHAHAHAH!” Bachira was howling with mirth, kicking his feet like a child having a tantrum while he halfheartedly tried to block out Isagi’s hands. Even through all of this, however, he didn’t say stop or the safe word. It might have been hidden beneath bouts of ticklish laughter, but Isagi could tell Bachira was having the time of his life.

It made him happy to know he was the reason for it.

“GEHHAHAH TIHIHIME OHOHOUT TIHIHIHME OHOOHOUT!” Bachira pleaded, shooting his hands down to block when Isagi squeezed at his thighs, face on fire. “SOHOOHOCCER!”

Isagi pulled his hands back, folding them politely against his chest as he watched Bachira collapse beneath him, chest heaving and cheeks misty. “So cute. Are you good, Bachira?”

For a moment, Bachira didn’t respond. Isagi was sure he killed him.

Then he nodded, raising a tired thumbs up. Relieved, Isagi smiled as he started to climb off-

 Bachira’s hands shot out, grabbing onto his wrists once more. “Stahahy..I lihihke the view.”

Isagi blinked, then he looked around. When the realization of Bachira’s words set in, he blushed and laughed, scratching his cheek. “I must have tickled you too much- you sound delirious.”

A hand guided his face to warm golden eyes, holding nothing but love. “I mean it. You’re my blue sky- the prettiest sight I’m blessed to witness everyday of my life. If I were to die and you were the last thing I see, I’d be okay with that.”

Isagi’s eyes widened, his sharp inhale soft and shaky. Bachira could feel his pulse skip beneath his fingers, alone with the wobbliness of his lips as he smiled. “That’s not fair- you can’t go and say such sweet things to at me like that out of nowhere.”

“Hehe, take that.” Bachira stuck his tongue out playfully, bringing back some of the earlier mood as Isagi leaned into his touch. “Really, I love you, Yoichi Isagi. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and no matter what happens here, that will never change.”

Isagi bit his smiling lips before throwing himself into Bachira’s arms, hugging him close. “Damn you, Meguru Bachira! Damn you and you're beautiful self!” Laughing through his tears, he leaned back and kissed him, putting all his feelings into that simple gesture. “I love you too. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me as well. Please- even when all of this is over; stay by my side?”

Bachira reached up, wiping away his tears before kissing him again, this time softer. “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay by your side for all eternity.”

Thanks for reading!

[anretoga]

Day 7: Dorks

You give me the kind of kisses that makes me melt

[cringengl]

Mike and Will dressing up as eachothers DnD characters for Halloween send tweet

[shedontlovehuhself]

Castiel 🤝 Jeremy Bradshaw: hopelessly leaving awkward voicemails.

[rottmntquotes]

The Definition of Friendship and Brotherly Love

Villain: *Calls Raph*

Raph: Who's this?

Villain: My identity matters not. What DOES matter is that I have your baby brother! To save him, you and your brothers will come to me and fight!

Raph: *Looks at Mikey, Who is Playing Video Games in the Pit* Gouge out one of Mikey's eyes and mail it to us as proof.

Mikey: HEY!

[misscrazyfangirl321]

jordan/henry: 33

"Okay, close your eyes, and hold out your hands." His voice is shaking with excitement, and she hides a grin, doing just as he says. It's still strange, to have her hands open and unguarded, free from gloves and fear. Strange, but she's reaching a point where she likes it, where it's truly starting to sink in that she will not accidentally cause someone the kind of pain she once did.

Henry has done things like this before, and normally it just ends with him holding her hands, or kissing them (the first time he did that it quite literally stole her breath, left her frozen in that moment: his lips against her palm), but that certainly isn't a reason to stop. It's exciting and new every time, no matter how many times he does it.

Long seconds pass in silence, save for the quiet racing in her heart, the anticipation and curiosity of what might be to come.

There's nothing, nothing for so long that she starts to shift on her feet, but then-

Cool metal presses against her palm, and through her confusion, she easily identifies the shape: a key, slim and standard, not one of the antique ones Magnus uses for everything.

She opens her eyes, baffled and amused.

They're married. They share a room in the Sanctuary, and practically everything else. What on earth could she need a key to that he hasn't already given her?

But there's something hesitant in his eyes that stills her teasing. "What does it unlock?" She asks softly, and he swallows.

"A safehouse. It's in Old City. Not super fancy, but... Safe, you know?" She nods, though she doesn't quite follow, and he adds, "Ash and I bought it a few years ago."

Oh.

O h.

Ashley. The girl lost and found, still lost even when she was found, the girl whose memories have finally returned but who still looks sometimes like she isn't sure she belongs. Henry's little sister.

"Are you sure-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm. I'm sure." He gives her a smile, small but reassuring. "I asked her, and she-she said it was fine. Even talked about giving Neal a key. Maybe. One day." He shrugs. "I just... Thought you might like to go there sometimes. Just us."

Trading the elegance of the Sanctuary for a getaway in Old City, where none of the buildings look like they've been repaired in half a century? For time alone with him, absolutely.

"I'd love to," she tells him, pressing her lips to his (because she wants to; because she can; because she loves him and he loves her, and they can finally have this). His smiles into the kiss, arms coming around her, and she lets the key fall safely into her pocket before focusing fully on the man in her arms.

It won't be long before the Big Guy comes in, or Ashley, or even the doc, but for now, they have a moment to themselves, and she's going to enjoy it.

[gloridoesntexist]

After reading the manga a while back, I thought "what if Touya never woke up from his coma?"

and that happened-

[gloridoesntexist]

in my mind those 2 arent any better like-

Natsuo and his mouse gf r cute shit and Bakugo, well-

we call him an angry pomeranian for a reason

miruyumi and hotwings is good bc it’s just miruko and hawks showing off to their gf/bf and fuyumi and dabi being flustered by them and natsuo n shouto in the background like “smh fucking furries -_-”

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello Squiggily!

I wanted to ask if I could maybe participate in the Candyheart Event with ❤️ Me + You for SatoSugu? 😊

Apologies in case my last ask made you uncomfortable, I'm very sorry!

Yours, Crystal ❤️

Crystal! :D It's always great to hear from you! :3 And no worries about your headcanon from the previous ask! I wasn't uncomfortable at all :3 Your satosugoshoko thoughts never fail to make me happy! I hope you enjoy this! ;3

Me + You: "No way! I didn't know you were ticklish!"

“Boink!”

“SATORU!” Geto hollered as he twisted, glaring at the cackling blonde before him. “Would you stop doing that?”

“What? I’m totally innocent!” Gojo winked at him, rocking on his heels with his hands behind his head. “Didn’t do nothing!”

“Sure- the sky just so happens to be reigning ice cubes today!” With a growl, the other boy shook his collar, letting said offending cube fall into the grass by his feet. “Do that again and I’m kicking your ass.”

“Didn’t dooo it~”

Annoyed, Geto made the bold decision to turn away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he went to check his texts. Seems like Shoko would be late- they’ll have to start their movie night later-

His collar was pulled back, another ice cube cheekily deposited.

“IT’S GOING DOWN!” Geto raged, tossing his phone and jumping into a surprised Gojo. Into the grass they went, wrestling like two kids in a sandbox as Geto tried weaseling the remaining ice cubes down Gojo’s collar. All the while Gojo was laughing like a child, halfheartedly fighting back with tickling fingers. “Whahatch your hahahnds, ahahahss!”

“No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!” Gojo abandoned his loose efforts for a more direct attack, rapidly scribbling into Geto’s sides and making the other boy squirm and giggle. “Coochie coochie coo!”

“Shuuhuhuht your mohohohuth! Aheahhaha, bahahahhahstahahhard!” Geto snorted, falling to his side next to his friend as Gojo carried on tickling. “Shahahahhatorohohohoru stahhahahhahap!”

“No way! This is a discovery of a lifetime! Ah tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle you long haired dork!” Gojo cooed down at him, easily avoiding the hands smacking at him and grabbing his shirt. “Look at you, laughing like a whittle baby!”

“Iihiihihm ehehehehehnding yohohohohur lih-EHEHEHHHEHEHF!” Geto all but squealed when his hips were snatched, arching with a scream as Gojo kneaded into the soft spots.

“Sure you will, buddy.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[moonfulmoony]

going off the last post- imagine sirius finding out- him going MY BROTHER AND MY BOYFRIEND?!- please he'd be so mad😭 meanwhile james is like cowering behind a couch while remus tells sirius to stop trying to kill james and regulus just sits there trying not to die of laughter

[b-radley66]

The dual wielding, reverse gripped dagger.

And a flute.

ERIN KELLYMAN as JADE CLAYMORE, AMAR CHADHA-PATEL as THRAXUS BOORMAN, and TONY REVOLORI as GRAYDON HASTUR in WILLOW (2021- )

[luk4-luk1]

*Ensemble comes*

"LOATHINGGGGGGGGG"

[itz-shinyy]

Hello!! Just wanted to say That i love ur art!! And also if you don't mind..Could you draw some..Wandering eye?

AW THANK YOU💞

And for the art Request, Ofc! It's no problem!!

They're my comfort ship..

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 11- a thousand candles burn into the night

"When the ashes start to rise and the moon falls from the sky and a thousand candles burn into the night. When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky, would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?" -Day of the Dead by Hollywood Undead

Masterlist Part 10

Just like the summer air began to cool into autumn winds, Jasmine and Jason began with a heated tension between them that dwindled into a slow simmer of what neither of them wanted to jinx by calling it love. 

Both were aware of how unnatural their connection was, how quick one was able to trust the other with simple thoughts that roll off the tongue- Jazz’s favorite tea, Jason’s favorite book, her younger siblings, his many brothers. It was obvious that Jason held some lingering anger towards those he called family, but it was an old wound, infected yet healing. When it came to more in-depth questions about Jazz’s siblings, Danny and Ellie, there was a sad tinge to the affection. Jazz missed Ellie with every fiber of her being, but her little sister was free as her heart desired. 

Jason spoke at length about his own, eventually admitting his anger issues that had led him to attempted murder on one of the younger boys, Tim, that he deeply regretted. 

Jazz had only to listen, because who else could understand the deeply rooted rage that came with betrayal? 

One slash, two, three

Blood is on your hands already. 

Fourth, fifth slash

Ask the ghosts if honor matters, buried amongst the ash. 

Slash six, seven

Sharpen your love into a weapon

They went out on several dates, each one special and lovely, but Jazz’s favorite was being wrapped in familiar arms as they watched Pride and Prejudice on Jason’s couch. It was a comfortable warmth that lulled the redhead into a deep sleep, the best she had gotten in a long time. 

Jazz was the first to wake, lying on Jason’s firm chest and ear pressed firmly to where she could hear a faint purr from his Proto-Core, she felt no compulsion to move even though there were things she had to do as Regent and as Jasmine. 

She had to talk to Frostbite, because she needed to understand why she was so connected to Jason. It frightened Jazz, to have her emotions so sharpened towards someone she hadn’t known for very long. 

(She was in love.) 

Her own Proto-core purred in tandem with Jason’s, happiness bubbling up in her chest. This was a peace she never wanted to let go, regardless of the reason why the two of them were brought and bound together. 

Jason was in love. 

There was zero doubt in his head or heart that he was fully committed to his darling Jazz, the beautiful woman who understood him in ways no one ever had. With her, the pit remnants were calm and he was happy. 

Happy. 

Sheer happiness was in his grasp, in his arms and resting on his chest as she slept. Her long hair smelled like strawberries and he never wanted to leave. 

Yet, bat-trained paranoia reared its ugly head in moments like these. 

Jasmine Nightingale was, by all accounts, a civilian with a trust fund who cared for her younger brother. No other records were found that could tie either Jazz or Danny to crime, but Jason didn’t want to see them if they existed anyway. He hadn’t even met Danny yet and the kid, despite being prime adoption bait, was already one of Jason’s favorite people. He made Jazz proud with his intelligence and good-natured attitude, so Jason would do his best to form a good relationship with the kid. 

He guessed he should be more concerned with how quickly he fell for his darling, but he wasn’t. It felt right. It felt safe. Like he could trust Jazz with every thought, every dream, every hope, every nightmare and she wouldn’t run away. He wanted her, plain and simple. 

Thankfully Jazz was more or less on the same page as him. 

She never had to say a word about how she felt for him, it was obvious in the way she would gravitate towards him, want to be around him, talk to him, simply be with Jason. How honored he felt to be gifted such attention by Jazz. 

He didn’t know how to tell her about Red Hood though. 

The Nightingales lived outside Crime Alley’s borders, in a shitty neighborhood of Gotham recently claimed by two new vigilantes- Phantom and Regent. 

Jason tried to shove back the horrifying images of a vivisectied Phantom, screaming, sobbing and whimpering, but he would ever be able to forget. 

The video of Regent killing the Fentons was glitched, but cross referenced with the Ghost Files, it was obvious the Regent of Now and Then were the same woman…entity that saved Phantom, no, avenged the ghost kid. 

The fact that the Fentons death prevented a war was karmic justice, in his humble opinion. 

Yet, there was something familiar about the Regent. Something that called to him on a baser level… as if he knew the entity behind the helmet. 

But that was ridiculous…right? 

Right? 

Jazz was going to kill him all the way this time, Danny bemoaned while in flight. He really stuck his foot in it this time and yikes, he really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. 

He just had to go behind Jazz’s back and give the Ghost Files to Batman instead of Superman or Constantine. Big and blue wasn’t available when Danny found an opportunity and for shame if he wasted it! Sad trench coat man being there was really just a bonus, honestly. 

With the Acts getting the League’s attention, it was time for a desperate move on the part of the GIW. 

They infiltrated Gotham. 

Danny had no idea how they had found a way past the border Lady Gotham kept a tight leash on, but the agents were able to pick up his trail with a lucky break on their end. He had a haunt in Gotham, which meant his ecto-signature was strong in that area and weak in others. A glaring neon sign of where the Phantom often could be found. 

But Danny would never give up his haunt again, not without a fight. 

This haunt didn’t just belong to him, not like Amity had. This had become the home of the Nightingales, the Phantom and the Regent. They had shed blood to claim it and would shed more to keep it. 

If it meant admitting to his mistake, then so be it, that’s where he would start. 

“Bold of you to assume I thought that far ahead.” Was probably not the best response to Jazz’s irate question of ‘Did you even consider what Batman, Mr. Contingencies-out-the-ass and minion-acquisition-instead-of-therapy, would do with the files?’ 

Needless to say, Jazz wasn’t impressed. 

She had been rather happier lately, with her boyfriend Jason constantly in her orbit, but responsibility still weighed on her. 

(Danny’s fault, he was aware, but he still had so much growing up to do before he was ready for the crown.)

Getting the AEA demolished was sure to take some weight from her, even if it would be only the beginning of resolving the repercussions of the United States’ crimes against the Infinite Realms. 

It would be years before it would be considered repaid, the blood shed and existences snuffed out. The deaths of the Dr. Fentons were only a consequence of their actions, not truly recompense for the torture they inflicted on the people of the Realms. 

(Danny never told Jazz, but he knew they didn’t die when the portal was destroyed.)

(He knew his sister had killed their parents to save him.) 

(He still didn’t know how to feel about that.) 

Lady Gotham offered a sad croon as Phantom curled his form under a gargoyle’s wings, the heavy rain an ironic ambiance for his mood.

There was nothing he could do about the GIW in Gotham until they showed themselves and they were doing an unusually good job of keeping on the down low. If it hadn’t been for the frantic screeches of the friendly shades and a few blob ghosts cuddling him for comfort, he would have been caught off-guard by an attack. As long as he stayed out of his haunt for a while, let his signature be caught somewhere else, then Jazz would be able to defend their home until he could deal with the bastards. 

He just needed to wait. 

Jazz had been livid with him admitting his fuck up with the files and deeming the GIW’s presence his fault for claiming a Haunt. With a threat to hug him and make him talk about his feelings until he no longer believed such a lie, Jazz agreed to remain in their Haunt until he could draw some of their forces away. Lady Gotham’s ecto-siganture would be enough to scramble their trackers once further into her city and she would subtly lead her Knights to the agents when able. 

It wasn’t much, but it would have to be enough.

Phantom curled his tail around his laid back form, mimicking a cat as he texted Sam and Tucker with updates. They had sworn to visit him during Summer Break, but the Halfa wasn’t holding his breath. Gotham wasn’t safe for them. It wasn’t safe for anyone and that’s coming from a kid who can punt a building into the sun at a moment’s notice. 

Amity was (laughably) the best place for them. 

Phantom wasn’t really paying attention, absentmindly petting a blob ghost that was cuddled into his side, when he was joined by none other than the Red Hood. 

Badass armor and weapons aside, the Hood was an Antihero he admired. The avenged dead sung his praises for all who’d listen. 

And… he was very familiar. 

Red Hood possessed a Proto-core, one he’d sensed before in his own home….with Jazz. 

It couldn’t be. There was no way the Fenton luck could be that wonky that his big sister was dating Red Hood of all people, Jason Todd when unmasked. She had to know right? There was no way Jazz could miss the Proto-core signature of the Once-Revenant they’d housed for a while. Was Jazz okay with Jason’s past? Sure, Red Hood didn’t kill much anymore, but he was still a crime lord who thought severed heads in a duffel bag was a great gift to leave on someone’s doorstep, like a particularly picky cat. 

“Uh, hi?” 

Hood crouched down, rain blocked by his huge body, water droplets dripping off his red helmet. The white lenses gave nothing away as the Anti-hero spoke, “Hey kid. You ok?” 

(Danny was well aware of how gentle and caring Red Hood was towards kids.) 

(He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.) 

“I’m fine, dude. Just chilling.” 

“Under a gargoyle in Gotham?” The disbeliving tone made Phantom snort in laughter, because wow not the scariest concept to a halfa. 

“Hey, it was either this or the sewers. I wouldn’t be caught dead,” Phantom chuckled a bit at his joke. “Down there without hazmat gear and the Anti-Creep stick.” 

Hood snorted, the sound stackity through the modulator, “Fair enough. Don’t get caught by the big bat, ok? He doesn’t like Metas in his city.” 

“Oi, being dead is a meta-cal condition.” 

“Ugh,” Hood groaned, “a punster. You’re not dead, kid.” 

“‘Fraid I am, my good dude. Fourteen and fried alive, zero outta ten, would not recommend.” 

“...You’re a ghost?” 

“Right in one! Name’s Phantom.” the Halfa offered, seeing no point in correcting the Anti-hero. 

“Red Hood.” 

“Dude, I know. The shades sing your praises given half a chance.” 

“Shades?” 

Phantom shrugged, “The restless dead, unable to pass over without a lot of ectoplasm.” 

Hood didn’t ask what ectoplasm was, which surprised the Halfa. Did Batman share the Ghost Files with Red Hood? 

“You’re from Amity Park, right?” 

Phantom cringed at the name of his former haunt, anger bubbling in his gut, “I died there. I haunt Gotham now.” 

“....I’m sorry.” Even with the modulator, Hood sounded genuinely sad for Phantom. 

(Batman definitely shared the Ghost Files with the Anti-Hero.)

“Are you alright here? Do you need help?” 

Phantom shook his head, “The GIW invaded Gotham tracking my Ecto-signature, so I’m leading them away from my Haunt.” He raised an eyebrow, “You should be careful too. You’re a pretty strong liminal, but they’ll still try to capture you.” 

“No, they won’t get me. Phantom, where’s your haunt?” 

If Hood was anyone else, Phantom would keep his mouth shut. A Haunt is sacred, a home for a Fraid, it was not some measly address freely given. Yet, Red Hood was also Jason Todd, Once-Revenant Death-claimed Champion turned Proto-core Liminal dating his older sister. If Jazz trusted him enough to date him, then it was good enough for Phantom to offer him a place in his Fraid. (He really couldn’t wait to be an uncle.)

A/N: This was beta-read by @meditating-cat, thanks!

The little bit at the end there... foreshadowing, perhaps? Ooh... all those baby names I could give a Hardcover kid.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Who knows. I have the end of this series mostly planned out, but it could likely change.

Thanks for reading!