#ff Black Tea

[not-quite-there-myself]

GIFT GIVING

Various from Arcana Twilight, Food Fantasy, and Twisted Wonderland; featured in alphabetical order. Romantic/platonic is unspecified, characters may be mentioned multiple times.

They give you something they think you'd like, or something that reminds them of you. Maybe it's in your favourite colour, maybe it's your favourite food. Whatever it is, it was out on a whim, totally unplanned, unexpected. They didn't care how much it cost that much; if it was something they could pay for and something they know you'd like, they're getting it for you! They really hope you like it.

Alpheratz, Arcturus, Bamboo Rice, Blue Cheese, Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al Asim, Pollux, Soufflé, Sukiyaki, Sweet Tofu, Tempura

Their gift to you something that you might've been mentioning often. They play it off at first, saying how you've been so annoying about it for a couple of days and thought to buy it for you so you won't speak about it anymore. What they won't tell you is that they've secretly been hoping you don't get it; either because they've already prepared it for you and are waiting for the right moment to gift it, or because they ordered it online and it's taking a lot longer than expected to get it. Regardless, they tell you "it's no big deal" when you receive it. They might not say the same about the way your eyes light up while saying thank you. Your happiness is certainly a big deal to them.

Ace Trappola, Alpheratz, Boston Lobster, Leona Kingscholar, Salty Tofu, Turkey, Sebek Zigvolt

Their gift is something you casually spoke about once and never talked about it again; whether you were shy to express your want again or simply didn't think to mention it again didn't matter, as they had already decided to look for it and to surprise you with it later. They're successful, mostly because you likely forgot about ever mentioning it ever again. Did they read your mind? Or perhaps they've paid more attention to you and your wants than you realize.

Black Tea, Brownie, Cater Diamond, Jade Leech, Pekking Duck, Realgar Wine, Rook Hunt, Sirius, Vil Schoenheit, Jamil Viper, Vega

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#nqt writing #arcana twilight #food fantasy #twisted wonderland #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega #ff bamboo rice #ff blue cheese #ff soufflé #ff sukiyaki #ff sweet tofu #ff tempura #ff boston lobster #ff salty tofu #ff turkey #ff black tea #ff brownie #ff pekking duck #ff realgar wine #cater diamond #deuce spade #floyd leech #kalim al asim #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #sebek zigvolt #jade leech

[stargazeraldroth]

Food Fantasy fandom if you still exist, tell me your favorite Food Souls. For me it’s-

Milk, Black Tea, Pizza, Cassata, Cheese, Gingerbread, Rice, Candy Cane, Marshmallow, Hishi Mochi, Black Pudding, Stargazy Pie, Waffle, Salty Licorice, Donut, Baguette, Sachertorte, Fondant Cake, Laba Congee, Snowskin Mooncake, Vodka, and... I’ll throw Boston Lobster in for good measure

#food fantasy #ff milk #ff black tea #gotta keep some ogs #black tea is still on my team #milk was on my interface for so long #ff pizza #ff cassata #ff cheese #that trio was my main fixation #ff gingerbread #ff rice #still upset she doesn't have an English VA #ff candy cane #ff marshmallow #ff hishi mochi #ff black pudding #ff stargazy pie #ff waffle #ff salty licorice #ff baguette #ff sachertorte #ff fondant cake #ff laba congee #ff snowskin mooncake #ff vodka #ff boston lobster

[mxchifer]

random tiny black tea doodle :3

#food fantasy #i thought of putting her hat on then im like. welp. no #ff black tea #i might add milk later #me art

[ff-ringo]

SP- Black Tea

"I have an ordinary mind, but the world doesn't allow me to be peaceful...Then, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Height: 169 cm

Birth Year: 15th Century

Trait: Earnest and Firm

CN VA: Mu Fei

JPN VA: Nakamura Eriko

#food fantasy #ff official #ff gifs #ff black tea #ff sp black tea

[seasalt-dreams-edits]

Black Tea Stimboard

Requested by: Mod caff

Icon source

 X  |  X  |  X

 X  |  O  |  X

 X  |  X  |  X

#stimboard #food fantasy #food fantasy black tea #ff black tea #white #black #pink #yellow #brown #drink stim #pouring stim #hands #fabric stim #clean stim #soap #sewing stim #clothes stim

[acosmicblizzard]

Just thinking of motherly black tea towards a child master attendant rn so have some random ass scenarios/headcanons i made of it (I'm totally not projecting on the ingame master attendant even though he's a full grown ass adult-)

Black tea, one of your very first food souls who has been there since the very start didn't expect her new master attendant to be a small child. Most of her attendants in the past were adults and in no way was she expecting her next one to be any different. But now she finds herself helping her attendant run their familys restaurant and fight fallen angels alongside other food souls. It's not uncommon for black tea to read you to sleep if your parents can't, if your parents are distant she'll be doing it basically every night and doesn't mind becoming your sole caretaker. However she will hold a grudge and judge your parents about not taking proper care of their own child.

As you start to bond with black tea more, she'll start doing things just off of instinct and pattern like helping brush your hair in the morning or helping cleaning your room. A kids room can get very messing especially if there's a ton of toys in the room so it's best to try and keep them clean.

The other food souls you have will eventually start catching on and some of them may start making jokes about how black tea is basically your mom now only for them to get punted into oblivion for a bit by black tea. Who still denies that she's acting motherly.

All and all, now you have a food spirit who acts like a secondary mom or your actual mom if your parents are distant, congrats.

#food fantasy #food fantasy thoughts #ff black tea #ff headcanons #food fantasy headcanons #ff scenarios #food fantasy scenarios

[ciccerone]

#abbystea #Abbys tea #girl with a weapon #🦶 #👠 #black choker #final fantasy xiv #ff 14 #angelise reiter #ff fanart #final fantasy fanart #fanart #2d art #videogame fanart #swordswoman

[unstablerk800]

|| That fucking mug during today's stream is going to be the death of me. (Thanks for the screenshot Indie!)

How big can it be? 2 dl? 2,5 dl? 3 dl?? It's either too smol to drink anything from it because what can fit in it, an espresso? What's the point of that?? OR. OR his hands are bigger than how I imagined them. 😳

Bryan explain the smol mug. I need proportions.

SO. SMOL.

#out of thirium [ooc] #|| As a regular tea drinker it annoys the everloving hell out of me lol my smallest mug is like. 4 dl. #|| Yes I drink my black tea with milk. Even though I'm not English ff #|| WHAT'S THE POINT IN A SMALL MUG I'M ENRAGED #|| (Nevermind me I'm still high functioning today)

[urfriendlywriter]

How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

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[killerpancakeburger]

Being Ghost's BFF Headcanons

(while also dating Soap cause you deserve the best of both worlds)

If you told anyone that Ghost was your favorite person to see in the morning, they'd write you off as clinically insane. Or laugh in your face. It didn't make it any less true though. When you don't want anyone speaking to you before you had your coffee, the Ghost feels heaven-sent. Others might see it as rude, but you're content with him acknowledging your presence with a nod of head or by raising his mug of tea in your direction.

You've never been afraid of him - more like displaying a healthy apprehension towards a guy exceeding 1m90, weighing over 100kg, and hiding his face.

After spending a couple hours with him, you quickly came up to a new conclusion about him: he just had a resting bitch face. Just because he had a deep voice and a monotonous tone didn't mean he was angry 24/7. He treated people how he wanted to be treated. He had high expectations for himself and for others/teammates. All in all, a pretty reasonable guy.

You like to think he started to respect you for your combat skills and experience, but evidence pointed to the fact that he began to look at you differently after seeing you decisively slap Soap in the face to wake him up after he passed out from blood loss.

There had been a few milestones in your relationship: when he told you a bad joke for the first time (you briefly thought you were having an aneurysm), when he told you to call him Simon (in private), when he awkwardly tried to cheer you up by patting you on the shoulder (first time he touched you outside of combat/training).

Outside of missions, the time you spent together was divided between shooting matches on the training grounds and hanging out with a smoke at night when both of you struggled to sleep. He was one of the rare men not pulling any punches against you, allowing to enjoy the competition freely. Soap tried time and time again to stay awake to join you two, but failed systematically.

Acting like a divorced couple with Soap as the kid you have shared custody of. "Yer man escaped medical again" "Before 6 a.m he is YOUR man, Lieutenant"

Frequently finding yourselves shouting both at the same time: "English, MacTavish!" In the same exasperated tone.

You can handle yourself, and Ghost is perfectly aware of that. That doesn't stop him from standing behind you menacingly like the Grim reaper himself when he thinks someone's taking too many liberties with you.

If Soap's a golden retriever when he's in a good mood, Ghost reminds of your parents' cat: silent, deadly, and shows affection by deigning to occasionally hang out in the same room as you.

You always carry a spare mask for him; and he wears spare hair ties on the wrist - plain, black ones. Cannot mess with his vibe.

People keeps asking how you managed to have a relationship with "The Ghost", and your answer is very simple: "learn when to shut the fuck up".

A/N:

Me in the beginning: I'm only gonna write Soap content

Ghost:

Me: Oh FFS

BONUS:

When Ghost told you a bad joke for the first time:

You still remembered the joke incident vividly: you were on a mission together, just the two of you, and as you were focusing more than usual, anxious to disappoint him or to be a liability, you suddenly heard in your com: "Ye heard the rumour 'bout butter?"

If Ghost's voice hadn't been unmistakable, you would have thought he had been killed and replaced by someone else.

"What (the fuck)", you exhaled, not because you wanted to know about butter, but because you had no idea what the hell was happening. The fact that his tone was exactly the same as usual - deadpan, flat - contributed to making you feel insane.

"Nah, I shouldn't be spreadin' it". was the answer. Torn between demanding explanations and not wanting to commit a faux pas, you replied the way you replied to your parents' bad jokes:

"Ha. Ha. Haha...?" 

The seasoned killer on the other side of the mic didn't seem to mind, but you texted Soap in panic as soon as your butt touched the helicopter's seat.

“JOHNNY”

"Sup hen"

"Cannae go wan mission without missing me, ae? ;)"

"Did Ghost hit his head recently??"

"Negative Ma'am" "Why? Did something happen??"

"He told me a dad joke. A fucking dad joke."

"😂 Thats kinda his thing"

"thought I was losing it"

"Congrats, ye can consider yerself stamped wit The Ghost seal of approval"

"Ok? Cool???"

"Mah too favourite people gittin along" *trails of smiling emojis and hearts*

#mine #cod #cod headcanons #cod hcs #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #headcanon #writers on tumblr #simon riley #ghost cod #cod ghost #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #cod soap #cod x reader

[thelaisydazy]

small blurbish ask,,

ff!simon who has a crush on you - who helps rescue your cat from the tree outside your apartment building who insists on carrying her inside to your apartment so she “doesn’t accidentally run away” or something but it’s actually because he wants the interaction to go on forever because he enjoys being around you :,)

He's so sneaky like that I swear. He'd do anything to spend time with you

You watch as Simon climbs down the ladder, your little black kitten nestled safely in his strong arms. You hurry over as he steps off the ladder, reaching to take the tiny fuzz ball from him. Simon doesn’t let you though, holding onto the kitten. 

“Might run’way again,” Simon says. He holds your cat gently, his gloved fingers ever so carefully petting it. “I’ll carry her inside..”

“Oh, alright,” you say, a little hesitant. Simon had never been inside your apartment before. He’d walked you home from the station plenty of times, but never inside. You lead him up the stairs and into the tiny apartment. It’s modest but decorated in your favorite color with a dried bouquet of your favorite flowers hanging near the door. 

As Simon walks inside, he nudges the door closed behind him with his foot, still holding your cat. He looks around, taking in the way you’ve made this place your own. 

“Sorry, it’s a little messy,” you say, feeling awkward. His brown eyes are on you again. He’s always watching you when he’s around, like there’s no one else but you.

“Is fine,” he says. He finally releases your cat, who hops down, brushing against his leg before finding her usual spot on your couch. 

“Thanks again,” you say. “Could I get you some tea?”

He perks up at the offer, and he nods a little quicker than he would have liked. You smile at him, telling him he could sit on the couch while you boil some water. 

Several minutes later, you return to your living room to find your cat curled up in Simon’s lap, purring loudly. You giggle a little at the sight, making Simon turn to look at you, freezing as he pets the cat. 

“She usually doesn’t like strangers,” you say. “She must like you.”

#call of duty #cod fanfic #cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #firefighter!simon riley #firefighter!ghost #141 firefighters

[not-quite-there-myself]

ACTS OF SERVICE

Various from Arcana Twilight, Food Fantasy, and Twisted Wonderland; featured in alphabetical order. Romantic/platonic is unspecified, characters may be mentioned multiple times.

They show their love for you with actions, and most of it is something you don't notice until you really think about it. Small things like opening the door for you to walk in first; small things like making your favourite drink on a stressful day; small things like doing the dishes and putting them away for you, even though you swore up and down that you'd get to it. These "little" actions were a sort of luxury you almost took for granted. To be fair, they never pointed it out themselves, the subtle things they do for you to show they care. Maybe they're not the best with words or maybe they haven't got ideas or money for gifts, but they still express their love in a way you can appreciate. And who knows? Maybe they prefer the secrecy.

Azul Ashengrotto, Brownie, Epel Felmier, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Raindrop Cake, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Sirius

From the moment you met, they've taken notice at quite a few things about you. They know the things that make you happy and sad, relieved and stressed. They often keep you in mind when doing various things. Would it be okay if they took care of a few chores for you? Did you remember to eat today? Maybe they should make you something when you get home... Oh, you've got quite a few things in your trash can, perhaps they can take it out for you. During times when you occupy their thoughts, they tend to think about what they can do to make life easier for you. Life is already tough enough, and they wouldn't mind helping you lessen any loads.

Black Tea, Brownie, Cater Diamond, Fish and Chips, Jamil Viper, Lilia Vanrouge, Spica, Toast, Trey Clover

No matter how bad their day was, they can always turn to you for help. Or rather, turn to you to help. Perhaps they'd rather not talk about themselves in the present moment. Perhaps they'd much rather take care of you. It's a distraction, sure, maybe even a coping mechanism. But they genuinely do care about you and your needs... sometimes a little too much. Whether it's making you food, surprising you with all your to-do tasks completed, a nice cup of tea or coffee or just treating you with a moment of relaxation. They always let you know that if you ever need help, you can always go to them for assistance.

Cassata, Cater Diamond, Gingerbread, Malleus Draconia, Rook Hunt, Toast, Trey Clover, Vega, Whiskey

divider by @/inklore on Tumblr

#nqt writing #arcana twilight #food fantasy #twisted wonderland #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight vega #ff brownie #ff raindrop cake #ff black tea #ff fish and chips #ff toast #ff cassata #ff gingerbread #ff whiskey #azul ashengrotto #epel felmier #jack howl #jade leech #rook hunt #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #jamil viper #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #malleus draconia

[thisismeracing]

A friend of a friend | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: black!plussize-model!reader (she/her) x lewis hamilton

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: After a friend in common introduced them, Lewis and Yn can't seem to stay away from each other, and the fans are quick to catch and manifest a relationship.

Per this request 💜 I hope you like it!

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yourusername Got a nice invitation to spend my Sunday somewhere new 🫶🏾

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mercedesamgf1 It was amazing having you! 💜

⤷ swiftglow will we see her in the paddock again?? Spill the tea admin 🙏🏾

normani bestie, take me w you next time!!!!

lewisfan1990 It’s like she’s always ready for a runway, she’s really pretty!

preciousyn How can she look this good all the time???

lewishamilton 💜

⤷ justracing1 THE MATH IS MATHING

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lewishamilton 💜 Life is good. Blessed.

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afterglowlh44 silence, he thinks we won’t know

hamiltonnature A SOFT LAUNCH???

⤷ leclover16 more like a hard launch because considering the curly hair this is clearly Yn

normani 😍😍

ynprincess1 Why didn’t Yn like it?

⤷ forzaf155 maybe she’s trying to play it cool so we won’t freak out

⤷ winterraces_ her best friend liked tho

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yourusername You guys are too quick. Anyways, good to be “off the market” as some of you say 😝

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lewishamilton ❤️ life is better w you, ily

⤷ lewislight When is gonna be my time??? 😭😭😭😭

cullen_angela I’m the happiest for you guys

ynsummer this was not on my 2023 bingo card, but I’m glad it happened. Yn deserves someone to cherish and pamper her

fan2002 she really said: fuck this shit, you guys found out, now Im hard launching for the clueless ones

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[kyonkyon69]

DRAMIONE FANFICS

[AO3/FANFICTION.NET/TUMBLR]

[BIG 3]

[1]Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

[2]His Little Bird Series by TheWanderersWanderingDaughter

[3]MANACLED by Senlinyu

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[gilbirda]

Deal

Based on a tumblr post!

Now with sequel! -> The After

NOW WITH ART! AMAZING SHORT COMIC BY PAPS

One day, a woman hires Jason to kill an unusual amount of people. The more he looks at the case, the more he is convinced he has to accept.

"I want them gone." She had said with a straight face. "All of them have to die."

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notes:

This is set after the events of Lost Days and before he goes to Gotham to do Under the Red Hood stuff. I'm playing with timeline like a kid with building blocks. Any needed context is added in the story.

I know Dick killed the Joker because of Jason's death. I KNOW. But Jason here doesn't know. Don't come at me in the replies.

There is no ship content per say, but is hinted in the future.

[Read on AO3] [Read on FF]

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Jason looked up from the closed manila folder and glanced at the quiet figure of his new potential employer.

Caitlyn Williams.

It was a fake name, he suspected. If the black wig wasn't enough of a clue about the fishiness of the situation, the way she omitted parts of her explanation, redirected his questions or provided just the basic information he would need for the hit was another big red flag.

Jason could work with this. It wasn't as if he had the moral high ground here - he was living with a fake identity given that Jason Todd was dead and theoretically buried six feet under. Not even Bruce knew he was alive, but he had plans to remedy that.

In the meantime, he was trying to get some extra money since wouldn’t have Talia’s wealth forever and he had to eventually leave the nest, so to speak; and until he had a stable income he had to do small hit jobs like this one.

What this woman wanted wasn't small, though.

"I want them gone." She had said with a straight face. "All of them have to die."

That was a lot of rage in so few words.

She didn’t dwell with pleasantries, she didn’t smile once he sat down in front of her in the Diner they chose for this meeting, she didn’t make small conversation. She just nodded at him and slid a folder over the table to him and said those words before explaining what she wanted, exactly.

Jason didn’t open the folder just yet. He watched her as she sipped on her tea, her eyes fixed on the window of the diner, deceptively calm and distracted. She was watching him as much as he was watching her.

He respected that.

She continued sipping her tea as he opened the folder to take a look at the information inside. Names, locations, details about security and notes about how to bypass them - she had done all the homework for him.

“It’s a lot of targets,” he commented, eyes going over the lists and profiles. Scientists, doctors, a few government officials. It wouldn’t be easy. “It will cost ya.”

“I’ll worry about the money, you just have to kill them.” Caitlyn placed the empty cup on the table. Her hands were steady, too steady.

“What’s the story?”

Her lips twitched. The first show of real emotion since he sat down in front of her.

“I was under the impression that you didn’t ask questions.”

Touchy subject, then. “And I don’t.” He chose to let it go. For now. “When do you need this done?”

“You can take your time,” she interlaced her fingers over the table, “ponder over how and when you want to do this.” She looked up at him. Jason had never seen eyes so cold, so furious, and so devoid of any other emotion but rage - at least not on any other person than himself. “I don’t mind waiting if it means they all end up dead.”

It was personal, very personal. She didn’t want to kill a business rival, or an ex-employer, or wanted to eliminate a threat. She wanted revenge.

What could have happened to make someone hire him to kill so many people? She was young, too. Probably eighteen, twenty at most, even though she tried to mask her age under makeup, nice clothes and high heels.

Caitlyn had been royally screwed over by the people in this list, that was clear. Enough to make her hire someone like him.

Alright. He would do this.

Jason flipped more pages just for show despite having decided he would do this hit, and maybe give her a discount too; he was a sucker for petty revenge, after all.

She quietly sucked in a breath when the last section of her thorough report was revealed.

Doctors Jackson and Madeline Fenton.

He glanced up, but her face was again a mask of contained fury and faked indifference. Jason shrugged, knowing he wouldn’t get anything from her, and read the information on the paper.

Lead scientist in the GIW, made a career studying creatures from another dimension, made a big breakthrough a few years ago about those creatures and had received this and that award.

The information in this section was extensive, with more notes about their behavioral patterns, a cataloged report on every little detail despite not needing that much information for a hit.

“Those two,” the young woman said, one finger with bitten off nails pointing at the photo of the scientists on top of the report, “I want them to suffer.”

If eyes were the windows to the soul, Jason would have guessed her soul was dark, cold and filled with a desire to kill so deep it almost made him shiver.

***

He accepted the job, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do some extra investigation on the side.

Her report was extensive and plentiful, but there were gaps and a subtle vagueness that didn’t sit well with him. It meant there was a big chunk of information she was deliberately not sharing with him, and that couldn’t be good.

One, because if there was something he needed to know, he wanted to know. He wouldn’t put the whole mission in jeopardy just because a pretty girl subtly told him to not look too much into it.

Two, because she could be lying and selling him bullshit to rope him into killing innocent people - not that they looked that innocent in the paper, given the dubious experiments and the suspicious payment methods - and Jason had morals, thank you very much.

And three, because he was curious. What had happened? How was this woman involved in a secret government organization that experimented with creatures from another dimension? He needed to find out who she was and why she wanted to destroy them so much.

Turns out, it wasn’t that hard to find out the answer to at least one of his questions.

Her name was Jasmine, twenty years old. Eldest daughter of Jackson and Madeline Fenton.

Jason had to stop and take a step back for a moment, his mind replaying the way her eyes hardened at her mask of indifference almost broke when those two were discussed.

Her own damn parents.

“I want them to suffer.”

What the hell happened? He wasn’t a stranger to shitty parents or wanting to kill paternal figures; hell, he wanted to kill Bruce, but he wanted it to be clean and swift, beat him at his own game, not the dark desires he saw in her eyes as she said those words.

The next days he worked restessly to find out what the fuck happened to the sweet girl in the family photos he managed to find online. What happened since her graduation photo, seventeen and with a bright smile full of hope and plans for the future, that could make her what she was now.

Turns out, she had a brother. Had.

Daniel Fenton was seventeen years old when he was reported missing. There was some follow up on the investigation, but local police quickly closed the case as another runaway and forgot about it.

It smelled so bad and sketchy, the police files were half assed and filled with grammatical and spelling errors, as if nobody cared enough to properly write them. The interviews were brief and scarce, and the parents were absent for the most of it.

Bad. Very bad.

The last piece clicked when he found out about project P-001.

It wasn’t in Jasmine’s report. For a good reason.

If Jason had to make a list of things that weren’t pleasant to read, the reports on project P-001 would be at the top - and he had read many unpleasant things in his career as Robin and then with the League and training with the teachers Talia set up for him.

P-001 was… an ode to inhumanity. How far people were ready to go “in the name of science”, how extreme things could get without anybody having concerns about the morality of it all, how much auto-justification a person needed to hurt another creature and stop questioning if there was a limit to what they were doing.

Jason saw a photo of the studied subject for project P-001. Malnourished, broken and defeated, but not beyond recognition.

Daniel had been tortured and killed by these people, his parents won a few awards thanks to the results of project P-001, the GIW got a whole new influx of taxpayer money thanks to his sacrifice.

They called him “Phantom”, but there was no doubt that it was Daniel who was sitting in that cell, chained to a wall. They called him “a thing” but the reports talked about vital signs and electrical brain signals and bone density. They reported his death as a “small bump in the road of the pursuit of knowledge” but he couldn’t find a death certificate no matter how much he looked.

***

Jason found the woman in a nearby park, quietly feeding the ducks some lettuce at the pond. It was a nice day outside, not too sunny or too cloudy, and the breeze was cold enough for a jacket. A perfect day.

Jasmine looked younger in her jeans and black long sleeved shirt, now without makeup in her face. She had long red hair freely moved by the breeze, pushed back from her face with a teal headband.

“It wasn’t hard to find you, Jasmine.”

“I wasn’t exactly hiding.” She shrugged, still looking at the ducks approaching the little lettuce chunks she threw at the water.

Both watched the ducks fight for the food for a moment.

“Having second thoughts?” She asked, deliberately not looking at him.

He shook his head despite knowing she wouldn’t see it. “No. Just… curious.”

“About?” Jasmine arched an eyebrow, ripping a bit more of lettuce and throwing it at the ducks.

What could he ask? How did that happen? Why didn't she save her brother? How could her parents do something like that? Why had she chosen him for this?

“Why me? Why now?”

“Those are two different questions, Mr. Todd. Pick one.”

It just came out of her mouth like nothing. She knew who he was. She knew about Jason Todd and about his past and what else-

“Relax. I don’t know the details. I just know you were dead for a while and then you were not.”

“How?”

“It wasn’t that hard, actually. Just connected the dots between the dead Robin and Bruce Wayne’s adopted son that was involved in a tragic accident overseas.”

At this point, he was just impressed. When Jasmine investigated, she did so thoroughly.

“It was one of the reasons I chose you, actually.”

“Because I was Robin?” If so, he was walking out of this and never looking back.

“Because you died.” She dropped the last bit of lettuce and turned towards him. Her eyes were dark as the depths of the ocean. “And no one avenged you.” Jasmine smiled, but it wasn’t the vibrant smile of the picture he found of her. “Want to walk with me?”

He just nodded, too entranced by her mysteries. He needed to know what she knew, how she knew it and why her words pulled strings in his heart.

They started wandering around the park without a clear destination, walking side by side, virtually alone at the park in the middle of a weekday.

“I knew you would take this job if only because of the similarities it had with your case. Died young at the hands of a maniac that never got what was deserved. I hoped to appeal to your unprocessed rage as a way to convince you to kill all these people without asking too many questions.”

He frowned, not really liking the analysis, especially because it was exactly what he was going to do. “That’s too many assumptions about a person you have never met.”

“I was going to be a psychiatrist.” She shrugged. “I was interested in profiling and therapy. Guessing is my specialty.”

Was. Past tense.

“What happened?”

“I came back home during a school break to find that my brother was missing. Jack and Maddie acted like he would come back at any moment and didn’t give it a lot of importance.” Her mouth twisted when she said their names. “Danny’s friends told me the truth - he had been taken by the GIW.”

“And the doctors were covering for them.”

She was already shaking her head before he finished his sentence. “Wrong. They were the ones that sold him.”

“Their own son?” The words left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Ah. But they didn’t consider him a son anymore. Danny, for them, was dead. Replaced by Phantom.” She saw he was going to ask follow up questions and quickly added. “Ghosts. The ‘creatures’ they were investigating. You call them ghosts.”

Okay. Aliens existed. He had died and came back to life. Ghosts he could believe. “Your brother was already dead?”

“He was a halfa. Half ghost, half human. A rarity.”

Jason didn’t ask more. With what he found in his research and with the new twist in the story, he was capable of drawing correct conclusions.

“Why didn’t you try to rescue him?” It hurt a little that Danny was already gone by the time he was made aware of this.

“I tried, I tried so hard.” Jasmine stopped walking for a moment, her eyes lost in the memories. For a second, Jason thought she was going to cry. “But it was futile. We were too late, he was dead before we could gather enough resources and intel to storm the lab.”

She resumed walking and he followed. “And then?”

“Then - And then it was like, I don’t know. I wouldn’t say they tried to move on, because they were affected for a while. Danny was dead and gone, we couldn’t even find his ghost in the Ghost Zone, and they accepted it and continued life.

“It was like I was the only one that still cared, that still felt like life had fucked her over. They asked me to let it go, to let Danny go, to be content that at least he was finally resting and not in the hands of his torturers. I couldn’t.” She looked at him, a single tear rolling down in an otherwise emotionless mask. “He was my baby brother. They killed my brother, Jason.”

The force of her words hit him like a sledgehammer.

She wanted the people that hurt her brother to be killed? To suffer? He would do it. Free of charge.

“Give me three days and you have a deal.” He extended his hand for her to shake it.

The slight tremble in her hand when she took it wasn’t exactly because of the cold.

***

Precisely three days and three nights later, everyone in that list was dead. All the bases had been burned to the ground and the lab where Danny was tortured didn’t exist anymore. As an extra, he also uncovered where some of the dirty money came from and sent a few emails to the people that would investigate this.

The GIW would be no more by the end of the week.

He called Jazz, as she insisted she preferred to be addressed, to tell her the good news. It was late at night, but she picked it up after a few rings and didn’t sound sleepy at all.

“It’s done.” The night was quiet as he walked back to his motorcycle, ready to go back to his safehouse, shower the blood away and collapse in his bed for twenty four hours.

Jazz’s only answer was a slow exhale. Was she relieved?

“Thank you, Jason.” Neither commented how her voice broke a little.

“No problem.”

He knew he should hang up as it was what he usually did. The job was done, the bad guys were killed, and the client was satisfied.

And yet…

“I’ll send you the rest of the money-”

“Don’t.”

She was quiet for so long he checked that the call hadn’t been dropped.

“Are you playing with me?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “I was feeling charitable and I think your brother deserves a bit of righteous fury. Long story short, the down payment you did before the hit? It will get bounced back to you in a business day or two, I think.”

“I don’t want to be pitied. If this is because I told you-”

“No.” He finally got to his bike, hidden behind some bushes. “It’s not about pity. Is not even about your brother. It’s about me.”

“Oh?”

He sighed. He had time to think about this job and how close to his heart it hit. “You were right, I was never avenged. I have an older brother, but you probably already knew that,” she hummed in agreement, but didn’t interrupt him. “I wish he had gone and hired a dude to kill the Joker, like you did, instead of hiding behind shitty morals.”

“I don’t think the Joker could be killed so easily, so it’s not the same situation.” She chuckled softly, the sound fitting her lovely voice. “And also, I hired you because I can’t fight and I don’t have the means to do what you can do. Not because I didn’t want to do it myself.”

He couldn’t help but smile. “So you are saying that if you were trained, you would have done this yourself.”

“Absolutely. Why waste time telling my sob story to a total stranger?”

She had a point. Also, he was scared what kind of assassin she could be if she had the proper training. She was smart and methodical, she just needed-

Jason stopped the thought right there. He was getting attached. Maybe he was just tired.

“So. What’s the deal now? I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and we never speak again?”

“Pretty much it,” Jason got onto his bike, but didn’t turn it on just yet. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Jazz.”

She hummed again. “Thank you again. For this, I mean.”

Jason choked a little at how sincere she sounded. “No problem at all.” And, feeling like she needed a bit of closure, he added: “Danny would be proud of you.”

Jazz was quiet for a moment, and he feared he said the wrong thing for a hot second. The apology was ready at the tip of his tongue when he heard a quiet sob.

“I hope so.” She tried to sound normal, but he already heard her. “I really hope so.”

***

He tracked her down again in another park, in another city. She had changed her fake name twice and did a really decent job covering her tracks to just disappear and start again.

The thing is, she looked miserable.

She was looking at the ducks in a nearby pond, a lettuce in her hands, but she wasn’t moving from the park bench she was sitting on. Just looking at the ducks.

“I thought we wouldn’t see each other again.”

“Maybe this is a coincidence.”

Her chuckle was as lifeless as the rest of herself. What happened?

“Danny’s friends got angry at me. They said I went mad and that what I did was wrong.” She said as an explanation, but he knew that it wasn’t it. “An anonymous tip led the Justice League to my childhood home and everything was confiscated.”

She glared at him, as if she knew he had something to do with it. One of her hands went for a necklace she hadn’t the last time he saw her - it was more like a piece of metal that had been drilled a hole and was attached to a chain.

He didn’t comment on the object, although he assumed it had something to do with Danny.

“Jasmine Fenton is dead.” She sighed. “I really can’t go back, huh.”

Jason couldn’t think of anything useful to say, so he didn’t say anything.

Both sat in silence, watching the ducks paddle around the pond. Jasmine fiddled with the lettuce, probably thinking about walking up to the water and feeding the animals.

Jason stood up and extended his hand for her to take it. To his surprise, she easily did so, following him towards whe ducks, and letting him take the green leaves from her hands.

He started breaking off pieces of lettuce and throwing it to the water. “You could come with me.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t look at her. This wasn’t some spur of the moment decision - he couldn’t stop thinking about her dull eyes and her anger and her sad smiles. He had his own issues, but he could see a kindred broken soul in her.

Also, he could use someone like her in what he had planned for Gotham. She was smart, capable and wasn’t afraid of doing what had to be done.

“I’m going back to Gotham soon. I have plans for that city.”

“What about Batman?”

He looked at her, finding her arching an eyebrow at him. Her teal eyes were getting back some light as she narrowed her eyes, thinking, analyzing him.

“I have plans for him too.”

Jazz had given him much to think about. After he got his shower and his rest, Jason considered how broken up Jazz had been about the whole issue, how much revenge had taken from her. She got the job done, she made sure her little brother’s death meant something - but her cost had been more than money.

He still resented Bruce for not doing anything after his death, don’t be confused. But he was starting to think that things aren’t that simple, and that grief could really mess up with someone’s decisions.

So. He had changed his plans regarding Bruce. Less torture and more hard facts, and was still going to make him lose his mind trying to guess who Red Hood was, but that was more for his own enjoyment than to see him suffer.

“How could someone like me be of use to someone like you?”

Right. His offer.

“You have guts and the brains to back them up. I like that,” he shrugged, passing the lettuce back to her. “And you can be trained.”

“To be like you?”

“If that’s what you want.” He wouldn’t force her, though. If she said no, he wouldn’t push it. “You could watch my back and I watch yours.”

Jazz was quiet as she took her time breaking up the lettuce and letting it fall into the water. Her face was neutral, her eyes glazed over as she contemplated her options. She had done her research on him, on his past, on Gotham and on Batman. She knew what she was getting herself into if she said yes.

“You know what? Why the hell not.” She rubbed any remaining piece of lettuce from her hands and turned to look at him with a tiny smile. “Danny always said I had to live a little.”

She extended her hand for him to take it. He did so, finding that this time her handshake was firmer. Stronger.

“Give me three days and you have a deal.” She winked.

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This feeling is entirely new to you. 

Never in your life have you ever felt so frustrated with yourself and so concerned for someone’s well-being. It’s your fault. If you had just packed a sweater than maybe Yoongi wouldn’t have given you his hoodie. Maybe he wouldn’t be sick and missing out on his games—maybe he would’ve been winning. 

Alas, here you are. 

Standing outside his door with his favourite soup, three boxes of herbal teas, and your lesson prep just in case you would have time to spare. Although, if you had really thought about it.. There was no use in bringing your work. As if you’d get anything done with Yoongi around! Even if his fever ran close to Pneumonia; he’d simply cough up a pick-up line in an attempt to make you smile. 

Truth be told, you’ve done this before. You’ve stood outside Yoongi’s apartment with his essentials when you two were just friends.. But it’s different now. You feel it—you know it. This time around, you’re not only needed but wanted. 

He wants you here. 

He asked for you here. 

He needs you here. 

With that, you take a deep breath and convince yourself one last time: it’s not your fault. He’s sick, yes, but germs are germs. It’s not like he’s dying—

“What a sight. I feel better already, Ace.”

You blink. 

Yoongi had been on the other side of the door, waiting for you to arrive. Once he heard your footsteps, he held off for three minutes before caving.

He had to be with you. 

He’s leaning against his door frame, wearing a baggy white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His black hair falls just above his eyes and the longer parts are somewhat tucked behind his ears. It’s flat and damp. By the looks of it, he’s freshly out of the shower. If his complexion wasn’t so pale, or if his nose wasn’t so runny, and if his voice wasn’t so congested—you’d be on your knees. 

Instead, your heart aches a little. He looks so tired and almost weak. His smile is the same and the way he reaches for you is too. If anything, you should have known he’d use his sickness as an advantage. 

You pout at the sight and he pouts in response. Silently, he tilts his head, waiting for you to come in his embrace. 

Just like that, you can’t even act like you’re still mad. You want to fold so bad the moment he offers a soft smile. It’s like all the fuming feelings suddenly disappear.. You’re not that easy.

You offer him a glare and shake your head. 

“I just came to drop this off,” You hold the food in front of him. His eyebrows knit together and the corner of his lips curve into a smirk. 

He leans his body forward, closes his eyes, and shakes his head at you. “Liar.”

“I’m serious.”

“And I’m sick,” he sings, taking the food from you. He quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you to his body. Crashing into his embrace, he wraps his arms around you and pats the top of your head. 

“You brought your lesson prep. I know you. Stay—”

You plop your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes. “You’re sick.”

“You’re here.” 

A beat. 

Yoongi says it so softly. So automatic and honestly? Romantic. There’s a ring to it and it does more than make your heart beat fast. Sometimes you can’t believe the words he says to you. How plain and simple they are… Yet, his words easily change everything between you two. It’s always been this way. Yoongi has always been good with words and you’ve always been good at falling in love with them. 

“Did your heart skip a beat? Are you not mad at me anymore?” He teases, attempting to lighten the mood. You frown in return. 

“T-that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sick,” you stutter, trying to compose yourself. He groans at you as you push away from him. Yoongi then backs up and opens the door wider for you. 

“I’ll stand here all night,” Yoongi challenges. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Just get inside, take care of me, and fall in love with me—”

Your eyes widen. 

Other people in your year live in this building! Is he insane?

“Okay, okay,” you shove past him, shutting the door. “Do you have to say that stuff so loudly? You have neighbours, you know?”

He grins. “I know.”

You end up falling asleep on the couch with him. 

Nothing much happened in between the little spat coming in and eating together. Actually, he refused to eat unless you ate with him. For every bite you took, he’d take as well. Even in times like these, Yoongi made sure to take care of you. 

When you stir awake, you peel his arms off of you and make your way to make some tea. His kitchen must be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s practically always neat and it had real things. Like, his kitchen is filled with proper cooking equipment! His kettle is this aesthetic glass one and it makes you think of stupid things like—is this what our kitchen would look like? The sunlight seeping through the window, a nice iland for counter space, and the fridge covered with magnets and photos of your favourite memories together? 

Picturing life with Yoongi has always been fun. It’s what you’ve been dreaming of for the past three years… But now that you’re here; standing in the very kitchen you’ve been daydreaming about… It feels unreal. It feels scary and like a sick joke. You’re so afraid of waking up and this not being your reality. More than anything, you wish for it to be. Nothing and no one has ever made you love life as much as he has. Though it’s terrifying, you have never loved anyone the way you love Yoongi. It’s fucking crazy just how much more mature and beautiful it unravels itself.. 

You don’t want it with anyone else. 

You don’t want to stand in someone else’s kitchen.

“Don’t go,” Yoongi stands in front of his door with his arms crossed. Turning the other cheek, he declares; “I’m sick.”

“I know you’re sick—”

“Sick of not being with you.”

“I hate you,” you laugh, hitting him playfully. He catches your wrists and tugs you close. He sways you two side to side for a moment. 

“You love me. You just won’t admit it yet.”

Your shoulders drop and you glare at him. He offers a cheeky smile and puts his hands up in surrender. “Don’t be mad at me! I’m sick.”

“Aki, you’re all better!” you exclaim, beginning to find this all too silly. You place the back of your hand on his forehead to triple-check. “You feel normal. We even checked your temperature with the thermometer about an hour ago. You ate. You even slept in until 12PM! I have to go for my closing—”

“I like spending time with you like this,” he confesses. “Maybe I should get sick more often.”

“Don’t you dare!”

He sticks his tongue out. “No promises.. So fine, leave. Go away. I’m gonna find ways to get sick again so we can have more of these sleepovers—”

“You promised me!” you urge, sticking your pinky out. “Promise me.” This time, your tone is stern and it’s really time for you to go.

He remains difficult.

“I’m running late, Yoongi. Hurry up and promise me.”

Your annoyed face causes him to sigh in defeat. Even so, he clasps his pinky with yours. Naturally, he lets his fingers intertwine with yours. “Promise,” he mumbles. “Geez, all this shit and no kiss goodbye.”

“What was that?” you ask, trying to process what he had just uttered. 

“Hmm?”

“Whatever,” you laugh, moving past him to head out the door. Before you open it, he tugs you back to him. For a moment, you forgot that you two were still holding hands. 

“No kiss goodbye?” he flirts, leaning in. 

You scrunch your nose at him.

“You’re sick, mister.”

“No, I’m not. My girlfriend told me I’m all better. Yeah, she’s even leaving for work and won’t kiss me goodbye—”

“Girlfriend,” you gasp. “Bold word choice.”

He pretends to contemplate. “Yeah, I mean.. Don’t really know what to call the girl that got me sick and then came over to take care of me—oh, and she has this huge crush on me—”

“Oh my god, shut up!” 

And before you can even stop yourself; your lips crash onto his. It’s soft and slow, but ever so needy. At first, Yoongi’s eyes widen but they easily flutter shut. It happens so quick! He kisses you with so much intention and for the first time in his life; he feels like he’s about to black out. How he sinks into the kiss and how the moment was just so right.. Fuck, would he be able to function after this?

Yoongi feels like he's peaking right now.

Nothing was better than this. 

Therefore, it was complete torture when you pulled away. It ends too fast. It ends with his lips tingling and craving for more. Meanwhile, you’re laughing at him, as he stands there starstruck. 

“Goodbye, boyfriend.”

You say it as a joke and head out the door. Once it shuts, Yoongi touches his lips, unable to process what had just happened. Did you just kiss him? Did he go to heaven for a moment? Why was it so perfect? 

Oh, he was falling for you. 

There was no way he could deny it from here on out.

It has to be you.

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