#Like that might help show the difference as oracle au is pretty vague

[whispereons]

R U H R O H oh no time to see if murder is a thing for each archon oh BOY did things heat up more cant wait to see if Zhongli or the Geo Archon arrived also NOOOOO THE HILICHURLS THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG!!! THEY DIDNT DESERVE THIS oh man that actually hurts especially because they gave Y/N an actual "normal" moment (i.e sharing drinks with company) without much threat in the air it also hurts more with the "Teyvet seeing Hilichurls as animals rather than people" LIKE OW and more Y/N backstory!!! they never had a chance to have anything nice did they? all in all absolute superb writing 11/10 will read again

Sorry for the late reply, I took a unexpected nap the same time I planned to answer this.

But yes, continue to fear what Zhongli will do because not even I know! (That's a lie, I do but I'll die before giving it up. Not even my editor gets that privilege)

The hilichurl part was something I was trying to hide the build-up for. Some people may not have been too sad over the hilichurl death since we only interacted with them in this chapter. And that's completely okay!

It's meant to be taken in two ways. Either Y/N did such an impulsive thing due to their anger and sadness at the hilichurls death. Or they did it for themself as Shenhe's action showed that even if Reader lived quietly somewhere else, they would still be killed. As if their mere existance was a stain that they want to get rid of.

The inspiration for that line about Teyvat viewing hilichurls like animals was actually about the game mechanics itself. Hilichurls and it's variations fall under the monster (non-human) category, unlike the Fatui etc.

Y/N absolutely did not get to have good things in their life. The importance of their adoptive father will be shown in other flashbacks. As the father was specified to be the only one to show them love, I really mean the ONLY one. After all I never did get to specify how Y/N got into the gang or the confusing line about their birth parents.

Thank you for giving me the excuse to ramble anon! Many more chapters are planned!

[secret-engima]

(Whispers) FFXV ten years younger AU; Noctis is like, 10yrs younger than C!Noct. How do you think that would work out???

HGFDSDHGFDS WAIT WAIT WAIT.

I’M CONFUSED.

Do you mean that Noctis is BORN ten years later and the plot still kicks off? Or that Noctis time-travels and ends up ten years younger. I’m gonna assume you mean the former so here we go. I’m sticking this under read more because I am going to RAMBLE LIKE CRAZY.

-The wedding is not a thing. Because Noctis is TEN.

-It is quite possible that he never got attacked by the Marilith, because by the time he was eight, Tenenbrae might have already been invaded.

-That or the invasion was delayed until Noctis got there, which means Luna would be 22 when she meets Noctis and Ravus is 26 so both are WAY more mature and comfortable in their own skin/morals by the time the invasion happens. Ravus does not beg Regis for help but instead helps with the evacuation, Luna is not dumb enough to stop and let the MTs take her, Sylva may or may not still die, but at least she doesn’t take a flame-thrower to the face (might still get stabbed by Glauca).

-Also Gladio is there because he’s like- 21 at this section of timeline and has taken his Crownsguard oaths. Ignis is there too.

-Imma go with my petty side and say that with two adult oracles, an adult Ravus (who was no doubt trained to be a deadly guardian of his sister), a Very Angry Gladio, and a semi-homicidal and reckless Ignis, Glauca has a Bad Day. Maybe dies, maybe not.

-Luna and Ravus escape with teeny Noct and Regis and take sanctuary in Lucis and denounce the Nifs for what they’ve done (Sylva too if she isn’t dead? Which she might be) and the world goes on something of a mass riot because the reason they didn’t attack the Oracles before was for fear of what the public would do if they found out.

-They’re called consequences you morons. You poisoned your cake now eat it.

-Luna and Nyx are a thing. Because Noctis is way too young to even consider it and Nyx finds this feisty Oracle woman who demands to be trained in the glaive with her brother to be Really Hot.

-Luna becomes the Glaive healer, using the Kingsglaive’s movements to disguise her own from the empire so she can still help people.

-If Glauca is still alive, he Glauca tries something as Titus and is murdered by one very angry Luna and one Super Angry Ravus who now has LC magic on top of whatever brand of magic male Nox Fleuret can use (yes I know oracle magic is a girl only thing but MAGIC, the boy has to get something even if its not healing based) because he joined the Kingsglaive.

-Ravus maybe becomes the new Captain of the Glaive? Either him, Nyx, Libertus, or Luche, who is not a traitor because I’ve grown to like him.

-Noctis loves his Shield and his Oracle Sister and Big Brother Ravus, Luna can feel destiny bearing down on them and often cries in private because Noctis is TEN.

-With the world rioting in fury over the truth of what happened in Tenebrae (which I HC in canon was never leaked because the two royals were being held hostage and the Tenebraen people either didn’t know or where being blackmailed into silence with the lives of their beloved royal children), the Nifs take some serious damage to their power base.

-Nifs offer a ceasefire with Lucis to begin “making reparations” with the Tenebrae line and Lucis two years after the invasion.

-Regis smells a rat.

-The rat looks like Ardyn.

-Still, he DOES have little choice but to accept, BUT with the Oracle’s healing and the world public on his side, Regis has way more leverage in this treaty, demands territories be returned and stuff (Galahd included).

-Nifs agree to the terms and come for the signing, Regis doesn’t send Noctis out of the city because as bad as his feelings are, Noctis is TEN and Ignis and Gladio are just young adults.

-The Nifs still pull their invasion nonsense because- well- NIFLHEIM. The Emperor is pretty power mad at this point and is like “if we crush Lucis the dissenters will shut up out of fear”.

-It’s pretty intense. Fire everywhere, traitors making trouble (NOT in the glaive, the Glaive were lured out of the city with leaked reports of a fleet to get them out of the way, it’s corrupt Nobles and disgruntled citizens that do this).

-Without Glauca there, Regis doesn’t die, but he DOES probably get injured and separated from his son, whom Ignis and Gladio take and flee the Citadel, trying to escape the chaos.

-In the chaos of trying to flee the city, they bump into a rookie Crownsguard who just took his oath like- a WEEK ago and he helps them evacuate the prince with his crack shot aiming skills and his knowledge of the city’s back streets (”I like to take photos of the alley cats okay????”)

-The four end up outside the city, separated from all backup, in a hotwired car that Ignis took (”Since when do YOU know how to hotwire a car?” “Since I thought the skill might come in handy now shut up and watch the road”).

-Insomnia doesn’t fall, but the Empire is freaking stubborn and starts a siege or something, so the bros can’t get back in, and since they encountered some Crownsguard traitors in the chaos so they don’t trust anyone outside their foursome and they’re being actively hunted by the Empire ... 

-Who’s up for a road trip?

-Also Regis probably thinks Noctis is dead because Angst and is furious beyond words and Luna smuggles herself out of the city to go wake up the Astrals and ask what to do now only to find out from a really vague Gentiana that the Chosen Lives so she’s off doing that solo adventure playing Hot-Cold with the bros as they run around trying not to get spotted by Nifs and figuring out WHAT TO DO. HELP.

(and this is the point where I could either make this a horrible tragedy about child kings and sacrificial lambs but I hate sad endings so I won’t so have some crack-flavored Fluff instead)

-Cor smuggles himself out to join the search but Ignis is doing his job a little Too Well so nobody can find these bros as they run around and Noctis ends up befriending Titan through the sheer power of his Cute and then Ramuh comes down to see because the Chosen isn’t old enough to take on his destiny except oh look. BBY. and his Granddadly instincts are roused for the first time in Millenia and so now the group has a doting Grandpa showing up at random to give advice and Smite People.

-Noctis continues to befriend just about Anything That Breathes as Big Bro Gladio, Brother Ignis, and his new Brother Prompto cart him around the wilderness of Lucis trying to figure out how to get safely back in Insomnia when there is a siege happening (the Siege is keeping the Glaives busy btw, which is why they aren’t out in force looking for Noctis).

-At one point Noctis gets separated from his bros in like- Lestallum or something and is wandering around freaking out when he bumps into someone. “Sorry,” he sniffles, trying hard to be dignified but also is so close to crying. The figure turns and ... looks at him. He doesn’t like that look.

-Noctis, who has been repeatedly told that he is in danger and needs to keep a low profile, starts to duck away from the man, afraid of being spotted, but then the man is in front of him, blocking his way and there are no other people around and Noctis is shaking and terrified, magic sparking under his skin as the man REACHES for him with a leer- and Noctis sobs and his magic reaches out instinctively in search of help-someone-please-PLEASE-

-A sword goes through the man’s chest, pinning him to the wall and suddenly there is a stranger there. A stranger with crackling, snapping magic that coils around Noctis, old and deadly and wounded but not- not evil. The new stranger turns and looks at Noctis, something cold and confused in his gaze, and maybe Noctis should be terrified of this man with red hair and tacky clothes and what looks like black makeup that’s all runny like he’s gotten it wet or been crying, but all Noctis can think is that someone rescued him, someone is HERE and that man has magic just like Noctis so he must be safe and-

-Ardyn feels like the wind has been knocked out of him less because of a scrawny ten year old cannoning into his waist in a desperate sobbing hug and more because- because-

-He hadn’t expected the Chosen to be a child.

-He had known, conceptually, that Regis’s son was very young but that- that was different from seeing it. From feeling young, immature magic latch onto his in desperation and needy trust and looking down at this tiny child who was already sobbing his heart out into the waistcoat of a MONSTER.

-The Chosen King is a child.

-And Ardyn can already feel two Covenants burning under the boy’s skin.

-The Astrals mean to make a CHILD their sacrifice? They will not even wait until he is grown?

-And Ardyn is not ... sane really, but no matter what he tells himself he still has standards and underneath the screaming of the scourge the old Healer King, the older brother who did more to raise his sibling than their father ever did, rears its head and snarls NO.

-Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto, who are all losing their minds over getting separated from Noctis, find him sniffling but content on the hip of a strange hobo-like man who smiles false smiles and says nothing with a great deal of words and somehow inserts himself into their group and never leaves. Noctis doesn’t WANT him to leave and the three are terribly astonished when Noctis blurts out that this poor man is sick and has magic like Noctis, but his sickness makes him tired and cranky.

-Ardyn is trying not to laugh to the point of tears over such a SIMPLE explanation of the Starscourge.

-Anyway to make an already stupid long ramble shorter, Noctis cutes his way to victory by melting the heart of the Accursed into going “Mine. My Nephew Now.” The Empire overreaches and gets it’s back broken by mass riots and Lucis’s defense and Altissia and Tenebrae both rising up in a bid for freedom, Ardyn gets medical help from a Very Confused Luna and they end up curing the Starscourge through the Power of Cute and the Power of Spite (aka Noctis and Ardyn) and then come back to Insomnia with a defected chancellor in tow who is now fully cured and mostly sane again and utterly devoted to his cute nephew.

-Regis is too grateful at finding his son alive and well despite prophecy to really care about the ex-Chancellor happily passing Noctis candy under Ignis’s exasperated eye every time Noctis looks the slightest bit Cuter than Normal.

[cat-the-dragon]

JayTim week Day 7: Soulmates // Space AU

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(I swear it’s not a prank!)

Humans found their soulmates by looking at the stars.

God. How many times had Tim been teased over that?

It may have been a bit different if he had chosen a work that didn't make him one of the first human contact for other species, he probably wouldn't have had to put up with that, but he did dearly loved his job.

So what if every time he looked out a ship's window into the great void someone would end up asking him how his soulmate was? What if he had to repeat, over and over.

"Oh, that only works when we're on a planet, without an atmosphere to diffract the starlight, nothing happens."

How many times had he found himself in front of an eager and curious alien who wanted to know as much as possible about that human quirk, and Tim gently let them down.

"No, I was spaceship grown, I never saw my soulmate’s sign in the stars." "Well, I would have to find a planet with the right number of suns, a transparent atmosphere, and manage to stay there at night without light pollution or stuff in the way." "I just don't think it's worth the hassle to go seek out the exact needed conditions when most of the time, the hints given by the stars are said to be very vague anyway." "Now that humans are so spread out in the galaxy, even with all the access to star-hint I could get, my chances to find them are very slim." "Even back when all humans were on earth and had access to transport to seek out their soulmates, finding our match was pretty rare, and being absolutely sure that the person we were with was our mate was even rarer." "Yes, it happens all the time in old human vids, but that was made for entertainment." "No. It was proved that the soulmate matches do exist. But the stars are still the only way we know to find them. No the stars are also the only way to confirm it's the right person too." "Well, most people stop looking at some point, they end up settling for second best until they find their true soulmate."

"And that," he didn't tell them, "is the reason why I don't want to see what my star-hint would be. Some stars can't tell me who to love, and I prefer not to compare all my loved ones to some ideal match that I could end up never meeting in my life."

"I just know that it's possible to be perfectly happy and in love without it having to be dictated by the stars' choice of who I should be with." He said instead, when he felt like whoever was asking those questions wouldn't try and say the traditional 'but that seems like such a waste' answer.

Some old prophecy with the most obscure hints ever would not be the guideline he would stake all of his life on.

Tim didn't dream of his soulmate, they most probably were very far away from him. Plus, studying the stories about soulmates had given him a doubt about that one true love destined by the stars. He didn't really doubt the fact that a couple whose star-hint matched could work better than one who didn't, but love was a choice. A relationship was hard work and determination not to let it fail. In the end, he wasn't that sure if being soulmates strengthened or weakened a relationship, but it certainly had the potential to do both.

Also, the fact that you were the only one to see your star-hint meant that checking if it matched relied on trust that the other wasn't lying about what they saw anyway. And, once more, there were so many way in which star-hints could be considered to be matching (a bird and a nast; a bird and a branch, two birds...) that it was entirely possible that the star-hint were nothing more than another way to test your affinity. It was, as far as Tim could tell, very possible that everyone had more than one soulmate.

More than possible, it was more logical that everyone could be soulmate with a multitude of people, but stopped looking after finding their first one.

Aside from all considerations about soulmates, Tim wasn't quite ready to settle down. He had a job that he loved and that made him travel around the inhabited galaxies, where he felt that he was helping, serving the greater good of all the assorted intelligent species by aiding them establish friendly ties and settle conflicts to avoid as many wars as possible.

What would he do with a soulmate, really? Lug them around? Give up his job for their happiness? Sure, he might be able to find someone who would love to stand at Tim's side wherever he went. Someone with the same curiosity, the same itch to explore as much of the universe as they could. But then came the issue of promiscuity and codependency. Spaceships were not that big, could anyone build a healthy relationship when cooped up together all the time?

Love and soulmates was something that Tim had shelved in the 'later' category a long time ago, and as far as he was concerned, it wasn't later yet. Later could still wait a few years. Maybe even a decade.

And as he hopped into the copilot seat to help Kory with the evasive flying, they were the very last thing in his mind.

"Hostiles on our seventy starboard side, underside 10°, don't pull too much!"

Kory gritted her teeth and fed power to the engines accordingly. "Copy. Any answer to our distress signal?"

"Not ye- wait." Tim extended his arm and flipped the switch under the blinking communication light. "Titan diplomatic ship, do you copy?"

"We copy Titan, here is the Bat freedom Fleet, what is the nature of your distress?" A voice that matched an human adult male one snapped back.

"We are under pirate attack. Fleet of ten Herthing fighters, plus a Gorkons 600 model mother ship, requesting assistance from any available armed forces."

"Already on our way to you, ETA five minutes. Six Goth 005 single pilot fighters and a Batwing admiral ship on your way"

Tim didn't even take the time to get mind boggled at the fact that they were getting such a modern armada in help, he had other things to do. "I copy. Leaving our location beacon on for you, we will try to evade in your direction." Wit a few flicks of his fingers, Tim sent a memo containing the position and models of their help to Kory, Cass and Kon so they wouldn't risk mistaking them for more enemies. One of his screens lit up for his attention and he opened his channel to their laser turret. "Kon, behind you!"

Tim watched on his screen as a beautiful soundless explosion bloomed, then he noticed that he still hadn't cut the communication with their incoming help. "Oh, right. Update, nine pirate Herthing fighters."

"Good. ETA four minutes, hold on, Titan. Yellow Bat out." The link chimed as it turned off.

Tim went back to his job of copilot and communication director. He called in the position of each enemy as needed, looked out for his team's blind spots, kept Gar and Vic abreast of the damages on the ship, and kept an eye out to see if anyone else would answer their call for help.

Four minutes could be simultaneously a very long and very short time, especially in a life or death battle situation. But finally, the fleet of six tiny star fighters and one admiral ship showed up on their scans. It surely wasn't time for them to relax yet, but the announce of their presence definitely sent relief coursing through the whole crew.

Tim sent the demand for a vocal battle chat over. It was picked up incredibly fast, and the level of protective encryption was nothing to sneeze at.

"Oracle to Titan, accepting the link." A new, female voice said.

Tim hastily linked his, Kory, Kon and Cassie's com-links in. "Titan to Oracle, adding two laser turrets, pilot and copilot to the battle chat. Call signs, please?"

The fighters' Battle call signs were the colors they were painted with. Obvious but efficient. Yellow seemed to be the one who had first answered the Titan's call, Blue and Red sounded male, Black and Purple sounded female, Green was a wierd in-between, Oracle admiral ship had one pilot, one strategist and one turret, who all sounded human female too. Not that gender or sex mattered much, but the ability to differentiate the voices did.

Kory called out 'Starfire', Tim 'Robin', Kon 'Super' and Cassie 'Wonder'. They could maybe have chosen more serious battle call signs, but they were a diplomatic ship, they took battle training seriously, but not their battle call signs, as they hadn't really expected to share them. It had been something of a joke. A funny one, even if Red's snicker was any indication.

The Bat fleet sounded like they were perfectly trained fighters, very in synch, very little unnecessary chatter, and flawless teamwork. The stuff legends were made out of. Which, did wake something in Tim's memory, but it wasn't time to dwell on that, he had work to do, monitoring the battlefield and calling out warnings for anyone in his field of vision.

Having Oracle1 sharing his job made it at once easier and more annoying, since they didn't know one another, and tended to call the same stuff almost at the same time. Tim resolved to shut up when Blue complained about the echo effect. He cut his outgoing voice link to the battle chat and refocused on calling directives only for his ship. The Bat fleet was used to work as a team, relying on Oracle. The Titan was used to rely on Tim, it was better to keep those distinct.

Sooner than Tim expected, they had destroyed four more pirate fighters and the whole group turned tail, leaving the Titan and Bat fleet behind to cut their losses before they got wiped out.

"Black, Blue, Green, Purple, pursue and see if you can stick a tracker on them, Red, Oracle and I will stay with Titan." Yellow called.

Four acknowledgments rang out and then the four fighters were taking off in hot pursuit. Flying in the sort of perfect formation that implied very long and thorough training.

"Titan." Yellow called again. "We can escort you back to any port of your choosing, but I recommend accompanying us back to Gotham, where I can ensure your safety on land.

It was coming back to Tim now. The Bat freedom Fleet, mostly made out of humans, beholden to Gotham more in name than in facts since it was almost completely funded by the famous, eccentric and incredibly rich Bruce Wayne. Or Admiral Bruce Wayne, as Gotham had titled him despite the fact that he pretty much didn't answer to their military's orders and did as he pleased.

They were indeed the stuff of legends. The fact that their whole fleet were pretty much all part of the Wayne family, by blood, adoption or marriage helped with the epic imagery too.

Tim nodded to Kory to let her know he approved of the plan, and she answered. "Then we will take advantage of your hospitality, Bats of Gotham. The Titan and the inter-star League is thankful for your offer of sanctuary."

Before long, the Titan was in Oracle's tow, and breaching Gotham's atmosphere, protected from any possible air friction damage by the admiral ship's solid light shields. Titan was a very good ship, but the Bat fleet was cutting edge, with the most fancy equipment. So much so that even the two tiny fighters could do a planetary landing on their own without needing to shield themselves behind their admiral ship.

Tim was only slightly jealous.

Tim had used the tow over to fish the Bat freedom Fleet's accreditation and present them to Captain Kory so she could make her decision on how much they could trust their saviors after landing. It seemed that she agreed with Tim's estimation of 'a lot'. She hailed their central command to let them know of their change in plan, and Kal-El seemed to have no problem with Kory's decision to authorize a two days vacation on land for the whole crew as long as their ship stayed in Bruce Wayne's colossal protection all the while.

When the crew walked out on the spaceship strip, they were greeted by who Tim recognized as Bruce Wayne himself, and probably Yellow Bat too, if the yellow bat smack in the middle of his black bodysuit's chest was any indication. The other fighter pilot had a red one. These people were really committed to their theme.

Kory walked forth, and shook Bruce Wayne's hand, and they proceeded to introduce the people here and talk about the reparation needed and accommodations offered. As a good ship strategist, Tim listened to every bit of it. That is, until Red Bat, that Tim now knew was Jason Todd-Wayne, slipped next to him with a smirk.

"So, you're Robin, right? Damn if your looks don't match your sweet voice." Red told him while getting exactly close enough to be on the edge of Tim's personal space.

Oh, flirting. Nice. It had been a while. "Well, you are almost as handsome as your piloting skills yourself, Red Bat." Tim couldn't help stopping his once-over on the still pretty hilarious crest over Jason's pectorals.

Red snorted, then leaned forth to conspiratorially whisper more than loud enough to be heard by Bruce, "Please don't blame me for this. It's my dad's idea of family bonding, I am innocent."

Bruce Wayne cleared his throat loudly.

Jason apparently didn't think it warranted stopping the flirting. "Now, if I know Babs at all, she would love to steal you for Oracle, you were as good as her calling out blind spots. And I have to admit I wouldn't mind you giving me directions anytime you'd like." If the words weren't telling enough, the eyebrow waggle that accompanied them was.

Tim was pretty sure he'd never heard a more blatant come-on. Bruce coughed some more. Tim's crew-mates started snickering. The all female crew of the Oracle was laughing and catcalling from behind Yellow Bat.

"But I guess there are a lot of people here to discuss what exactly I'd like to hear you say, what about we talk about it in my suite?" Jason continued, seemingly unaffected by his father's stern look.

Tim cleared his throat and glanced at Kory. She looked between Tim and Red, then at Bruce Wayne's frown, at the Oracle crews' grins and thumbs ups, the back at Tim and gave him a wink from the part of her face that wasn't visible by Jason's father.

Tim looked back at Red, who was grinning shamelessly and whispered his "okay". Red didn't waste any time to pull him out of the landing strip and into the palace-like building near it.

Within minutes, Tim found himself pressed up against a window in what he guessed were Jason's private quarters.

"Wait, wait." Tim gasped against Jason's lips. To his credit, Jason let him go immediately. Tim took a deep breath to clear his head. "This window, does it open on the landing strip?"

Jason nodded.

"Are we visible from outside? Is it just a show to annoy your father? How much of this is just you wanting to piss him off?" Tim asked. It was not like he had all that much against being used in this way, but firstly, he had duty to his ship that included not angering the person providing them with safe haven, and secondly, if it was the case, he wanted to know beforehand and make an informed decision about it.

Jason blinked and looked past Tim at the window. "Well, shit. Sorry, bad maneuver on my part, I should have thought of how it would look from your perspective. Yes, the window is see through at the moment, and... " He winced. "Yes, my dad saw us, but I swear that's not why I did this! I really think that you have a brilliant tactical mind and you're beautiful and that I want to sleep with you, individually. The fact that I also get to shove my belated teenage rebellion in my dad's face was just a bonus to the whole..." Jason gestured from Tim's head, down to his feet. "You."

There was probably something wrong with Tim's romantic history for this declaration to be one of the sweetest he had heard yet. But on the other hand, it was a first meeting hookup, so Jason was doing pretty great for himself.

There was something else he needed to get out of the way before they went any further. "I don't know my star-hint. Never saw it and don't intend to, so if you propositioned me because you thought I might be your soulmate, I will have to disappoint you. I don't care about soulmates, and I am not going to leave what I love for you."

Jason's bashful expression dissolved at Tim's words. "Oh, yeah, thanks for that too, I forgot about it. Well, last time I saw my star-hint was more than a decade ago, Gotham doesn't have the proper atmospheric conditions for it, I don't believe in fated relationships anymore, it's a relief to hear you don't either. You wouldn't believe how many people will claim to be one of us Waynes' soulmates for their own benefit."

Tim winced. He didn't have a precise idea, but he was ready to believe that the kind of wealth they had to their name would attract a lot of 'soulmate' hopefuls. "Yeah, no. I'm probably not your soulmate." Tim's stuttering was interrupted by a roar from outside the window and he turned in time to see the squadron of four Goth 005 fighters land in their designated spots.

The pilots got out, and the ground crew started buzzing around the craft to stow them in their hangar. Tim narrowed his eyes at the far-away pilots. "Oh my computer." He breathed out. "Do they all also have a colored bats?"

Jason chortled at his back. "Oh, yes, they do. Except Cass, because technically, Black isn't a color." Tim turned to shoot him a look and Jason kept on. "But she does have a golden outline of her Black Bat on her boobs. What we all wouldn't do to fit in with our eccentric and charismatic Bat-leader..."

Tim was about to turn around, but them he saw the pilots gather around Bruce, and no, it wasn't an optical illusion from the distance. "Is it me, or is Green Bat tiny?"

Jason slowly eased himself over Tim's back until he was stuck to him. "Yes, the Bat-Brat is tiny. And yes, my Baby-Bat-Brother really shouldn't be piloting a fighter ship in outer-space. But he's stubborn and stupid and a genius, and if we hadn't given him his craft and a place in our formation, he would probably have stolen a ship without any adult supervision once more and gotten himself blown to bits while trying to prove to our dad that being the blood son makes him a better fighter pilot than the rest of us. As it is, he's always stuck with Blue, Yellow or Oracle, and they have an override to put his ship in autopilot and send it back to the closest safe dock."

Strangely, it didn't surprise Tim at all, it fit with what he had heard from Green in the battle chat. The change of subject had helped him clear his head and come to a decision. Tim leaned back against the solid muscle behind his back. "Okay. Opacify these windows, then I'll have sex with you."

Jason squeezed his waist a bit, and commanded the windows to blur up, then tugged Tim further in his quarters while starting to remove his flight suit. "My bed is great, I'm sure you'll love it." Tim caught in his excited babble. "Unless you want to clean up after the fight? In which case I would like to point out that I have a personal warm jacuzzi with a very good water-cleaning system and I always suspected that having sex in would be awesome."

Tim smiled and simply asked Jason if he also had waterproof sex protection to go with the jacuzzi.

A few hours later, Tim, feeling extremely satisfied and dressed in some of Jason's morphoconforming clothes, joined the common meal. His crew aimed shit-eating smiles at him. Jason's (Bat-)family was mostly jeering and catcalling, with the notable exception of Bruce, who still looked constipated over Jason's sexcapade.

"So, is he your soulmate?" Bart asked.

Tim glared at him and stole his steak. It was Bart's favorite, but it was a fitting punishment for asking this kind of question despite how often Tim had explained that he didn't give credit to the whole soulmates thing.

Finished at last! I’m late, though.

Ahah! Aprils fool, I’m still going to write more!

I promise to do a sequel to each day, and I have option for public’s participation over on AO3, pop by and leave me a comment if it interests you. I don’t bite! And I probably won’t put up a full blown Tumblr post for each one afterwards, simply because Ao3 was my first love! I’ll probably just post the Ao3 links.