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dontcallmebree · 1 year

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Bri, heyyyy! ❤️ I hope you're doing well!

For the ask game: I’m gonna say you wouldn’t write a genderswap AU, a high sci-fi AU or an angels/demons AU?

Kay!!! You got it in one honestly. Or in three, rather. Choosing between these to write a snippet for is tough!

Alright, I think I'm going for the sci-fi AU via a Firefly AU. Does that count? 😂 (Never thought I'd write these two as Captain Reynolds & Kaylee but here we are...)

They’ve been flying for the better part of a year—one refuel, two jobs off the record, and a third gone sideways—when Bucky joins him in the cockpit after Sam sets them on a steady course.

Bucky slides into the empty pilot’s seat with sinuous grace, feet tucked up under his thighs and eyes glued to the cosmos beyond. Steve is struck by the sudden urge to avert his gaze.

“This why you spend all your time up here?” Bucky asks, head cocked towards the endless void staring back at them—dark, ominous, and free. “It’s pretty, if you’re into all that.”

“Into what exactly?” he hears himself ask, despite having decided to keep his mouth shut while Bucky talks his ear off.

Buck loves doing that, he’s learned, about some jig he’s cobbled together for their faulty engine, about the cute doctor they’d picked up on their last stop, about Steve’s grooming habits and why he needs a haircut. Nothing is off limits it seems.

Steve is surprised to find he doesn’t mind. Space is too quiet as is; it could use the endless ramblings of Bucky Barnes.

“Oh you know—” Bucky waves indistinctly at the pitch black windows dotted by the occasional floating debris—“all the sad, depressing art you keep down in the bay.”

Oh. He didn’t think anyone was going to mention those. No one likes talking about the war.

“You’re right,” he manages, after a while. “It is pretty.”

“Hmm.” Bucky props his chin up on one knee, marveling at the dreary view like he can see what Steve does: the beauty in the nothingness, no stars, no planets, no goddamn Alliance in sight. “Makes a guy wanna stay out here forever.”

“You could.”

Bucky looks at him like he’s really lost it this time. Not for the confession, a much too ugly truth, but for the simple fact that he’s saying it at all.

But Steve decided a long time ago that this was all there is. The metal hunk of a ship they call home is as close to freedom—to a real life worth living—as they can get, and he’s not giving it up for anything short of another war.

Bucky turns away like he can’t quite look Steve in the eye, face the reality of their very existence. He does, however, let slip a quiet, “I might.”

It almost doesn’t sound like a winless fight, for once. When Bucky says it, Steve can’t remember why a winless fight is even bad at all.

Kinda makes me wanna write a firefly au...

let's exchange asks for the prompt ask game!

#thanks for sending this in kay! turned out to be pretty fun #idk if this is comprehensible out of context tbh sorry #asks #dontcallmebree #stucky #fic #firefly au

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cal-writes · 1 year

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couldnt stop thinking about trigun firefly au so have some 2am scraps

Wolfwood had seen a lot of shit in his time but a naked person spilling out of a cargo box was a new one. Meryl gasped somewhere behind him and Milly’s heavy footsteps thundered over the metal floor of their ship as she rushed forward, undeterred by the gun Leonof was waving about.

“Don’t touch him!” Nai snapped at her, lunging forward and stopping only at the gun being pointed back at him.

Milly was crouching next to their stowaway, having shed her huge duster jacket. The guy looked terrible. His skin was littered with scars, new and old, one arm missing. Even from afar Wolfwood could see the guy was rake thin. The hair was mostly blonde, black showing through underneath as Milly carefully bundled him into her jacket and it was clinging to his face - from grease or moisture from the cryo crate was anyone’s guess.

Leonof watched, gun arm never wavering away from Nai.

“Well, that’s new.” Wolfwood said and got the dented pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket. Leonof looked over toward him with disdainful disinterest as he shook a cigarette out of the package and put it between his lips. “Anyone care to explain?” Wolfwood asked around the filter.

Nai pressed his lips together, shaking with rage. His eyes only ever left Leonof to glance toward blondie and Milly. She had gathered him into her lap and was buttoning up her coat to give him some decency in his unconscious state.

“These two specimen belong to the Eye of Michael.” Leonof explained, getting a badge out of his pocket and holding it out toward Wolfwood and the rest of his crew. He glanced at it, lighting his cigarette and letting his eyes drift over the gallery walkway over the storage area. Livio met his gaze, hiding behind some cargo and out of view from Leonof, gun at the ready. “They are highly volatile and dangerous. I am taking them back into our custody.”

“Like hell you are.” Nai told him.

Leonof cocked his head and sighed. “We both know you are powerless.” He said and briefly gestured toward his own head with his badge. It seemed to mean something to Nai who’s hands clenched into fists. “And these fine folk will be handsomely rewarded for aiding in the apprehension of you two criminals.” He said pointedly towards Wolfwood.

Wolfwood took a drag of his cigarette. “How handsomely?” He asked, earning an affronted “Wolfwood.” From Meryl in the peanut gallery.

Leonof smiled condescendingly. “You can name your price.”

Wolfwood hummed and scratched his stubbly chin. He glanced back at Meryl who was only being held back from strangling him by Roberto’s hand on her shoulder. “You said we needed a new engine.” Wolfwood reminded her and her mouth fell open.

“You can't be serious.” She said and Wolfwood shrugged, turning back toward Leonof. Milly was holding the unconscious guy cradled in her arms and Wolfwood felt her big sad eyes burrow all the way down to his bones. He tried not to let it get to him.

“I will kill everyone on board before I let any of you touch him again.” Nai said with a deadly certainty.

Leonof pocketed his badge. “You’d burn yourself out before you even got close. Don't be dramatic.” He glanced toward Wolfwood. “We have a deal then?”

Wolfwood took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing out the smoke in two puffs. “You’ll let your people know what a big help we’ve been?”

Leonof nodded and got a communicator out of his pocket. “They’ll be delighted to hear about your commitment to our cause.” He said and Wolfwood nodded, flicking his cigarette away and Livio fired at the same moment.

Meryl let out a shout and Milly threw her body over blondie as Leonof fell to the ground. Wolfwood kicked the communicator and gun away from his spasmining hands and crouched down. “Appreciate you didn’t let them know beforehand.” He said, patting the dying man’s shoulder as he laid there gasping his last breaths.

Nai only took a few moments to react, falling to his knees and all but ripping blondie out of Milly’s grip. “Hey!” Wolfwood shouted, making him freeze.

Nai just held the unconscious guy closer and glared at him. So close together, Wolfwood realized the two looked eerily similar safe for their hair color. Nai’s was entirely black. “I don't know what your game is but-” He began.

“I think I just saved your ass.” Wolfwood cut in. “The least you can do is not be an asshole. Now if you’d apologize to the nice lady in front of you.”

Nai looked like he would rather shit himself than do that but he grit his jaw and inhaled before glancing at Milly who was still kneeling in front of them, hovering like a worried mother hen over their stowaway. “My apologies.” He said reluctantly.

“It’s okay! Is your brother going to be alright?” Milly asked, cheerful as ever and Nai blinked, taken aback. Wolfwood snorted.

“Well then.” Wolfwood clapped his hands and stood. “We just murdered an important guy so we better get out of here. New guy.” He said towards Nai. “Milly’s gonna put blondie up in a cot and you can earn your keep by dumping the body out the airlock.” He said, kicking Leonof’s corpse. Nai looked ready to object or to throw up but Wolfwood wasn’t waiting around for him to make up his mind and turned to the rest of his crew.

Roberto was shaking his head, already heading back to the engine room while Meryl glared at him in disbelief. Behind them Livio came down the rickety metal stairs, gun slung over his shoulder. “Now if anyone that knows how to fly the ship would get us out of this area before we get blown to bits or something that would be great. Oh, wait, that's me. Chop chop.” He told the room at large and headed toward the cockpit.

#trigun #firefly au #no promises ill turn this into something polished lol whos got the time

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Firefly Family Au as Vines:

Otis:

Otis regretting taking Blinky to the store with him:

It want Blink I swear!

Baby:

Baby with Victims:

Baby at Otis:

Baby Pt. 2:

Mama:

Mama at Blinky:

Mama didn’t like that:

Spaulding:

Spaulding when the kids:

Ghost:

Ghost when Otis pisses them off:

Ghost made a friend:

Doe Eyes:

Doe when they quit being a teacher:

Doe when they’re mad at Otis:

Ghost trying to get her a bday gift:

Blinky:

Blinky at Otis:

Otis to Blinky:

Blinky when overstimulated:

Blinky after watching Baby brutally murder some bloke:

Blinky helping with chores:

Tiny:

Just him:

@myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

#firefly au #firefly family #otis driftwood #doe eyes driftwood #baby firefly #mama firefly #captain spalding #ghost firefly #blinky firefly #house of 1000 corpses au #house of 1000 corpses #old vines #funny vines #Youtube #tiny firefly

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queerregulusablack · 2 years

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“Xiaodi Huang, hm? Sirius let you get away with that?” Regulus kept his eyes fixed on the opposite side of the room and where he could see the Captain speaking to the man he’d been looking for, the one his friend Marlene had sent him looking for, but he tilted his head enough to acknowledge Lily’s presence where she’d stepped up beside him, and flicked his eyes in her direction before looking at James again.

Every thought in the room seemed to follow her, lustful and jealous in equal measure, shark-like attention swarming in her wake. It made his skull throb; and across the room, Regulus could have picked out her partner for the evening based on the black swirl of his thoughts alone.

Severus Snape, James’ thoughts had whispered; a regular with a mind to keep Lily to himself.

Regulus disliked him on principle as much as on what he could now read from him. He was mildly concerned about what might happen if the man’s temper got away from him while he was still in James’ eyesight.

“Sirius is the only person capable of understanding why it’s funny. Besides you, with your comprehensive Companion training.” Lily laughed softly under her breath, fingertips pressed to her lips; and Regulus begrudgingly admitted that like this, in her element, he could truly understand the Captain’s fascination with her.

She reminded him of Narcissa, with her striking eyes and flawless manners; but she was warmer than Regulus’ cousin had ever been outside of closed quarters.

Lily Evans was the loveliest woman in the room, Companion or otherwise; and, from what Regulus could tell, smarter than the lot of them by half.

The Chinese name for the star that had given him his birth name was Huangdi. Between that, and taking the first name Xiaodi for his alias - which meant little dawn, or little emperor, where Regulus meant little king - to someone like Sirius, who knew who he really was and had received much of the same starting education as Regulus had done, it was a particularly tongue-in-cheek disguise.

To everyone who wasn’t Sirius - or Lily Evans, similarly educated, similarly aware of who he was enough to make the connection - it was a regular enough name, likely given by parents with high expectations for him.

Many in the crowd had decided he was probably a Companion; Lily’s company was only encouraging such assumptions. He didn’t mind; it was as good a cover as any, and helped to make James look respectable and like he belonged in the social circles they walked in tonight.

He did mind the way Severus Snape was continuing to stare at them.

“He was going to ask Pandora, but she would have failed to make him look respectable in the ways he wanted. She’s too…” He pursed his lips, struggling to find the right word, before it came to him from a mind that may not have been his own. “Genuine. Too much herself. She doesn’t know how to wear a mask the way it’s necessary to in a room like this.”

“Neither does James,” Lily reminded him, her own attention flitting across the room to the man in question, still making quiet conversation with the man he wanted to do business with; and Regulus pulled his attention forcefully out of Lily’s mind, distracting himself with details.

He focussed on the thumping of his heart in his chest, steady and even. On the rush of his blood in his ears. On the distant hum off the chandelier hovering at the ceiling, drifting lazily up and down in a tawdry display of wealth that would have made his mother’s lip curl.

He thought about how everyone in this room - excepting the woman standing beside him now, and one or two others who were more than their neatly pressed clothing - would have looked down on Pandora if she’d been here in his place, would have seen her as cheap and common. He thought about how his mother would have looked down on all of them just the same; as vulgar and beneath her, as barely better than the rabble on the streets of Persephone.

“No. But that’s why I’m here.”

Regulus’ ability to hide behind a mask had been flawless since he was a child - with a stretch in the middle, when everything had been so loud that he’d not known how to hide anything, how to hide from what was going on inside his own head - and it took little to no effort to be that for James now. To stand with Lily in cheaply-made hanfu and wear his hair half-down so it spilled almost to his waist, to be the subject of heated attention and keep those eyes off his Captain while he lined up their newest heist.

Lily reached out to touch his elbow gently; and when he looked over at her, there was understanding in her eyes that made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

“Your partner is getting jealous,” he informed her quietly; and her lips thinned in the same moment that both Severus Snape and James started back toward the pair of them, the former practically dragging storm clouds with the dark turn his thoughts had taken while the latter was bright with the excitement of a job successfully acquired.

Some days, Regulus wished he could live inside James’ skull. Even on his worst days, it was nicer than the inside of Regulus’ own mind.

“Lily,” Snape snapped out when he was close enough, holding a hand out for her impatiently; and Regulus turned cool, unimpressed eyes his way, arching an eyebrow even as Lily lowered her own eyes demurely and made to take the offered appendage.

“It is impolite to interrupt the conversations of others like that,” he informed him, in the same moment that James got close enough to set a possessive hand against his waist the way Regulus had told him to before they’d arrived; and while Snape sneered back at him, James looked between Regulus, Lily, and her ill mannered companion sharply.

“You should know your place,” Snape informed him; and the facts on the other man’s life were laid out before a probing push of Regulus’ mind like the pages of an old-world book, every weak point it would be so easy to drive needles into revealed to him.

You’re nothing, he could tell him, confident in the truth of it. You were born nothing; you’re still nothing, besides the lapdog to every Alliance thug whose boots you’ve knelt to lick. A word from them would throw you back into the gutter you crawled from; the right word in the correct ear would see you dead there. Your place is so far below my own I can barely see you for the distance.

Instead, he pulled a polite, empty smile across his face, and ducked his head and shoulders in a polite, elegant little bow.

“My mistake. I was under the assumption you knew better than to disregard Miss Evans’ agency so publicly, given how sought after she is as a Companion. Had she been on my arm I would have treated her with the utmost respect and deference; but she is not, and she can, I’m certain, look out for herself.”

Snape’s expression clouded over in much the same way as his thoughts did, and James’ hand tightened on Regulus’ waist in silent warning; but the damage was done, dominoes Regulus could see laid out between the minds around him already toppling.

“You should control your whore,” Snape informed James with a sneer, in the same moment that he closed his fingers around Lily’s elbow harder than was entirely polite; and for a moment James just stilled, staring at the other man, his thoughts still with mute shock.

And then he let go of Regulus in favour of punching him in the face.

Satisfaction curled in Regulus’ chest, and he leaned against Lily while James and Snape were pulled apart, letting her tug him in against her chest in a show of comforting him after the insult; and he firmly reminded himself that he could not be seen smiling as Snape accepted the duel James hadn’t realised he’d been demanding.

Sirius was going to be furious with him for this.

But, well. The long-term benefits would far outweigh an evening of worry.

@singitoutgirl26 @lunardepresso as the two who expressed interest you get tags <3 <3

#firefly au #starchaser #jegulus #pandalily #regulus black #james potter #james potter x regulus black #lily evans #Chinese!Black Family #generally when I write the Black family as not-white they're Korean #but for the world of Firefly the established lore makes the most sense with them being chinese #plus the joke with Regulus' alias only makes sense in Chinese #Regulus as reader/much better adjusted version of River Tam #Sirius was an Operative who found out what the Alliance were doing to his brother #and so took him and ran as far and fast as he could #we're getting niche with this we're really hitting the target demographic of Me #QRABs Fic

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theladycarpathia · 1 year

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The Ballad of Starcourt

Hellcheer AU prompt: In space

“Are you taking passengers?”

Chrissy jerks her head up. She wasn’t expecting anyone to ask her anything, not when Robin is the one to the front of the ship, twirling her parasol, and chatting to anyone who might be wandering by looking for safe passage. They’ve been left behind to watch the ship and pull in anyone able to pay a fee to go as far as Auburn. They’d been hired on Persephone to transport some medical goods to one of the outer rim planets and everyone else went off on the buggy to make the delivery. An actual honest job that will get them paid without being shot at. A rarity for the crew of Starcourt.

“We are,” she says, taking in the long, lean gentleman in front of her, guitar case strapped to his back. His trousers are dusty at the hems, practically standard for the outskirts of Hess. It’s not the worst of the outer rim planets but it’s far from the civilized Alliance ruled planet of Obsidian where Chrissy was born. He’s not from one of the inner rim planets, she’d bet money on it. He has dirt underneath his fingernails, thick silver rings on every long finger. His boots are hefty and black, the solid kind that you can walk an entire planet in. They’re unattractive as hell but they last. His long, dark coat looks like a cheaper version of the one Steve favors. There’s patches sewn into it, careful stitching where there were once rips. All of this says someone without any consistent income who takes care of what they have.

“Do you charge much?” he asks anxiously, taking in the dark mass of Starcourt behind her. Chrissy wonders if he just sees a clunky and outdated transport ship, like everyone else.

She remembers standing in front of the ship, clutching her suitcase, and wondering if answering an ad on the cortex was perhaps the dumbest thing she’d ever done. Judging by the ship’s appearance, she was about to be kidnapped and fed to Reavers.

She’d been wrong, thankfully. In the five months since she joined their crew, the chaotic and noisy ship has become her home. She knows the hiss of the kettle in the morning, the best seat at the dining table, every inch of the shuttle that is now her’s. She appreciates that Steve offered it to her, instead of one of the crew bunks. It offers her a bit of space and quiet from everyone else when she needs it. She’s new to the ship and the rest of the crew have such a tight bond that occasionally she feels a little like she’s intruding. Nancy and Jonathan are a couple, and Steve and Robin have been best friends since forever. They even all come from the same planet and her limited time aboard just doesn't feel like they can compare.

“We’re reasonably priced,” she says, because she’s already seen the fraying of his clothes, the angles of his cheekbones. “And my captain might be amenable if you can offer other payment. We had someone fix our microwave for us once so he could get to Crow.”

“I’m good at wiring and stuff,” the man says, looking hopeful. “If that helps.”

Chrissy thinks wryly to the flickering lights in the galley, the hissing of the radio and that their video occasionally flickers green. Somehow she thinks that Steve won’t mind. Robin spends so long making sure that the engine keeps running that she doesn’t have time for the smaller issues.

“It helps,” she says, and watches the dimples appear in his cheeks.

Oh. That also helps.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, offering her a hand. “I need to get to Sierra and I’m kind of broke.”

“We’re so broke that we take payment in baked bread and menial labor,” Chrissy says frankly. Their life aboard Starcourt is far from plush. They eat cheap noodles more often than not, and take illegal jobs because they pay. Some times are better than others, and all the crew do get paid, but the past few months have been tough. Too many parts that needed fixing in one go and if they get grounded, they’re done for. So the parts had to be fixed and they all just made do. “I’m Chrissy. I’m the medic here.” To her interest, he doesn’t do that usual thing people do when they find out that she’s the medic – which is flick their eyes doubtfully up and down her tiny frame. But she was trained at the best school on Obsidian, under Dr Kelly herself and she’s more than capable.

She could have had a glittering career on Obsidian. Everyone said so.

Right up until they didn’t. When the possibility of passage off the planet - and a paying job - presented itself, she’d taken it. And Steve had merely offered her a shuttle to have as her own space, and a fairly well stocked med-bay, and asked no questions about her former life. She’s so grateful for that, and she’ll patch up the crew until the time that someone asks her to leave.

“Nice to meet you, Chrissy,” he says, and his fingers linger a little on hers. “How is a medic required on a transport ship?”

“You’d be surprised,” Robin interrupts, and Chrissy looks past Eddie’s shoulder to see the small group of people standing behind their engineer.

Robin never looks like an engineer, not with her freckled face and wavy brown hair. But Chrissy learned very quickly that Robin does three things very well - talk very fast, make the best stew out of not many ingredients, and fix any spaceship you could mention.

“We have more guests,” Robin says, catching the direction of Chrissy’s eyes. If she thinks that Chrissy found an odd outsider, then Robin’s group is full of the strangest individuals she’s ever seen. There’s two guys about Chrissy’s age: one with brown hair and a smirk that she doesn’t like. The other one with long dark hair is wearing a strange green jacket and a baseball cap. Next to him is an older gentleman, with glasses and a curious expression as he stares up at the very top of Starcourt. He has curls and a friendly face, a backpack dangling from one wrist.

Behind them is another man her own age with a black leather jacket and the most piercing blue eyes that Chrissy’s ever seen. There are two girls standing with him, one with red pigtails and a furious expression and a dark-haired girl with wide, dark eyes.

“Right,” Chrissy says, thrown. “That’s a lot. How did you manage that?”

“I can talk to people,” Robin says, which is true so long as they’re not cute girls. It certainly explains how they ended up with these random guys and two kids. “People can be persuaded if they’re looking for cheap passage.”

“Can they be persuaded to not murder us in our beds?” Chrissy asks, because she has doubts about that. The blonde definitely looks like he might rob you without any issues, and even the two girls look like they might be capable of stabbing someone, given the right circumstances.

There’s a distant familiar rumble and the bright yellow buggy they use for short journeys appears, weaving its way through the crowds of people. Jonathan sits at the front, Steve and Nancy perched behind.

“Thank God,” Robin sighs, raising an arm to wave at them. “I hate doing the welcome speech.”

When the buggy pulls to a halt, Chrissy can see Steve’s eyes flick over their strange assortment of potential customers. None of them look like much but Steve is usually flexible so long as they can pay. And they obey his strict rules. Starcourt is his ship and he doesn’t make exceptions.

“Morning,” Steve says easily, climbing down from the buggy. He looks impressive, in his waistcoat and dramatic coat, hair swept back from his face by the wind. Chrissy sees both of the teen girls look a little stunned, because Steve has that effect on people. No one carries off ‘daring ship captain’ like Steve Harrington.

She doesn’t know much about their illustrious leader, only what she’s been told or can infer. He comes from money - fact. A lot of money - also fact. He has a bad relationship with his parents - hinted at by the stiff way he mentions his home world and upbringing. He’s been a playboy and used to bed a lot of people - she’s been told this by just about everyone.

What she doesn’t know is what causes the only son and heir of one of the richest families in the whole ‘verse to buy a hunk of junk like Starcourt, hire a crew, and disappear into the stars.

Given her own secrets, she’s not about to ask.

“I’m the captain and I have a few rules if you wish to use my ship to get where you need to go,” Steve says frankly to the group. “You obey the crew if they tell you something, you do not wander around the ship, you stay in the communal areas unless told otherwise and I do not accept anything illegal, explosive, or generally hallucinogenic aboard. Understood?”

There’s a general mumbling but the guy with the long hair looks a little sheepish. He raises a hand and Steve sighs.

“Nancy will check anything you may have, just in case,” he says, waving a hand and Nancy hops off the back of the buggy. Jonathan shoots off, hitting the ramp and climbing back onto Starcourt. Chrissy doesn’t miss the fact that there are new boxes on the back. They must have gotten another job while they were out.

“What is it now?” Chrissy asks quietly, once Nancy has commanded the attention of the passengers, fully intent on peering into their bags. Steve follows the line of her eyes to the vanishing buggy as it disappears into the depths of Starcourt.

“Oh,” he says flatly, running a hand through his hair. He looks stressed more and more these days, trying to keep them all afloat. Times are hard and sometimes Chrissy worries how long they can keep flying. She’s not sure what she’ll do if they get stranded on some planet and have to go their separate ways.

“Potato vodka,” Steve explains. “From Murray. We don’t get paid much to deliver it but I figure it helps.”

“Are we in trouble again?” Chrissy asks, because she thought maybe they were through the worst. With Starcourt having had a flurry of emergency fixes, they’d all hoped that they’d finally be able to stop spending every spare coin they had on keeping them going.

“Robin said we need a new…I don’t know, some doodad or we’ll break down in the middle of space,” Steve continues, a worried line appearing in his brow. No one ever doubts Robin when it comes to the workings of Starcourt. “Which I don’t really want and the only way to afford it is to take on passengers.”

“Which you hate doing,” Nancy chimes in as she passes by, intent on following her boyfriend back to the ship. Steve’s first mate, and his oldest friend, doesn’t look like much but Chrissy has learned that appearances are deceptive. She can take down men twice her size, wield just about any gun and hides more knives on her person than you’d expect of someone who’s five foot six.

“Which I hate doing because it involves babysitting a bunch of strangers aboard my ship,” Steve says in frustration. “Is that everything?”

Chrissy spins around to find that the boxes and all of their new guests have disappeared. Robin is folding up the umbrella and deckchair she uses when they’re docked, and just Chrissy and Steve remain on the dusty floor of Hess market.

“That’s it,” she sighs and slides her arm through Steve’s so they can wander up the ramp together.

“That’s a strange bunch you managed to find,” Steve comments, as Robin bounds ahead of them. They step over the threshold to find a flurry of activity, Jonathan and Nancy loading up the storage unit, their guests piling their belongings in the designated lockers. Robin skips between all of them, nearly whacking the blonde guy on the head with her umbrella. He glares at her, having only just missed the collision with his head, and goes back to putting his stuff away. She wonders if the two girls with him are his sisters, even though she’s not sure of any resemblance between the three. Unlike the others, their little group keeps to themselves, nervously eyeing the people around them.

Chrissy spots Eddie across the room, piling just about everything into another locker except for his guitar. He starts to smile at her when he sees her but it freezes on his face when he sees how she’s linked with Steve.

“Something wrong?” Steve asks, as he hits the button that will close up the ship. Chrissy watches Eddie turn away, a flicker of disappointment in her gut. No matter. They have five days until they reach Eddie’s desired port and that’s plenty of time for him to know that it’s just a misunderstanding.

“Just that there’s a lot of interesting people this time around,” Chrissy says instead. Because this does worry her - she’s not sure that they’ve ever had such a strange collection of passengers. Anything could happen with the ship this full. After all, it’s hard to have secrets when you live so close together. And Chrissy would know.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, squeezing her hand. “Who knows how this could turn out?”

#hellcheer #edissy #hellcheer au week #hellcheer bingo #background jancy #harringrove if you squint #prompt: in space #firefly au #captain steve #medic chrissy #mechanic robin #pilot jonathan #mercenary nancy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #billly hargrove

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heqrts4chuuya · 3 months

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Currently trying to make an outline of my more relevant AU's and I'm struggling.

But on a different note I finally named them all.

Au 1 (My pjsk×bsd crossover) is now called "Chasing Light AU" which is named after the main group consisting of Atsushi, Naomi, Dazai and Chuuya

Au 2 (My mha×bsd crossover) is now called "Still Underground AU" which is named after the hit Eve song "We're still underground"

My non-crossover AU consisting of a main cast of Fukuchi, Young Yosano and Young Chuuya is now called "Firefly AU"

And well there are more less creative ones like my MILGRAM AU and my Erased AU and one thats got the title of an isekai anime ('cause I suck at titles)

All of these have Chuuya in them, I think my least Chuuya-centric AU's are my Hunter×Hunter crossover AU (he's still a part of the main cast) and my Pokémon crossover AU.

#the most developed ones are #Chasing Light AU #Still Underground AU #Firefly AU #and finally my Erased AU #unimportant

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damniteggs · 7 months

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welcome to my Leo as Wash from Firefly agenda. All of the cowboy Leo’s awakened something in me and started a Firefly rewatch..

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #rottmnt au #firefly au #firefly #my art #damniteggs art #in my head I had Donnie as Kaylee #maybe Raph as Simon and Mikey as River #if someone would like to shout about firefly with me feel free to do so #this has been a PSA #damniteggs

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agrippaspoleto · 2 years

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“You’re gonna come with us.”

Eighty-Seven turned to the voice and saw a man with a mop of dark, curly hair, and a cocky smile leaning next to a maintained albeit old looking Firefly-Class transporter.

“Excuse me?” he asked, a bit clipped. The man removed his sunglasses and revealed a pair of warm brown eyes.

“You like ships. You don’t seem to be looking at the destinations. What you care about is the ships. And I can promise you, mine’s the nicest.”

Eighty-Seven had been running for a long time, even before he had rescued Rey from the Knights. Maybe it was time to care about the destination. Or at least to stop running.

I've decided to finally start posting my Firefly!AU. The first two chapters are up here on AO3. The first arc will have four chapters in total, and I'm hard at work with the second arc. But it will probably take some time till I manage to post the continuation.

Shoutout to @mssr-mcknickers who helped me with this story with advice and revised the whole thing. I hope you like the end result.

#stormpilot #finnpoe #finn star wars #poe dameron #firefly au #agrippas art #agrippa writes #rating: mature

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rhythm-catsandwine · 8 months

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Life Finds a Way

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Summary

It can be dangerous and lonely in the black. The only thing you can do is cling together and protect those you love. Reavers aren't the only thing to fear in the black.

Will life find a way? Or will they die an early and horrific death?

Notes: This is a Firefly Au with a few additions and changes of my own. They are in a polycule, but the main couples are Danny/Maynard and Justin/Adam.

I also have no clue how many chapters there will be, and if you think something is a reference to something. It probably is.

Chapter One: Inspection

Justin opened his eyes and stretched. “Adam.” He gently shook the man sleeping next to him. Two weeks ago he had his own bunk. A tiny space on the ship to call his own. Now he slept in the captain's quarters, but he was just the pilot. “Adam, wake up.”

Justin opened the hatch to their bunk and climbed up to the walkway that led from the galley to the bridge. The crew bunks lined the walkway. The two biggest were across from each other where the four of them slept.

Maynard smirked before stepping down into the kitchen to make breakfast. “You two still fucking like cats in heat?”

“Least I don’t fuck Danny in the engine bay. With the door open.” Adam squeezed Justin’s shoulder before heading to the bridge.

“You're the only one on this ship who doesn’t.”

“You two should just move in together,” Danny said.

“We already did.”

“When?” Danny his way towards the gallery, stomach growling.

“Bout a week ago,” Justin answered then turned to head up to the bridge.

“I told you they would.” Maynard held his hand out to Danny. “Come on, pay up.”

“How? Thanks to you we have one account. How would that work?”

“Then you do laundry for a month. Cover both our turns.”

“Why laundry?”

“I need a break from washing your stinky socks." Maynard turned back to the pancakes cooking on the ship’s small stove. “Pancakes, Pancakes, sure do love them pancakes.” He handed the ship foodie the first plate of his sweet delicious creation. “Pancakes, pancakes, Danny loves my pancakes. “

“Danny! Will you wake her up? Breakfast can wait.” Adam’s voice came from the bridge.

Danny mumbled through a mouthful, that sounded something like “But a growing boy needs his breakfast.”

“Fine! I’ll do it.” Their captain grumbled as he passed the other two. Once in the engine bay, he ran his finger over the metal of her hull. “Time to wake up. It’s everyone’s least favorite day of the year.” He pressed the button that made the engine start spinning. “It’s only for a couple of days then we’ll find a job, and you’ll be flying through the black again.” Adam made his way back up to the bridge.

Justin flipped a few switches and started driving the ship forward. "Wot time is her appointment?" Their boat was due for her yearly inspection. So once a year every ship had to go to a moon located in the inner planets and let the feds look all over their beloved home.

"Hour and a half," Adam answered. He fell back into the captain's chair. Across from where his young pilot was. "When is-"

"Atmo in one hour. Go change.” The green and blue planet and its grayish mood slowly grew bigger amongst the stars. “ N braid yer hair it makes you look a bit more polished.”

“Only for you.” Adam left the bridge once more to pull the long coat that identified him as a captain out of his entirely black wardrobe. He was only captain because he owned the ship and he made some of the tough decisions as well as found jobs that put food on the table. Other than that they voted, without rank.

They landed softly in their inspection slot. Adam walked down the cargo bay door which doubled as a ramp.

"Registration for ship and crew?" The inspector asked.

Adam handed over the paper sheets. "Firefly class B midbulk cargo ship. 6th model. "

"Name?"

"Shadow."

"Crew?"

“Adam Thomas Jones - Captain. Danie Edwin Carey - Mechanic (and one half of security), Maynard James Keenan- medical ( second half of security and cook ) - Justin Gunner Walter Chancellor - Pilot. (the pretty one )”

"License?" Justin handed over the little metal rectangle. The inspector studied it and read the notes that came up on his handheld screen. His eyebrows raised and his mouth and lips curved down into a frown. He then looked at the man in front of him. Long curls and dressed in shorts and an old t-shirt. "You've got remarkably high marks. And you sure look a little young to piolet a ship by yourself."

"Mum said I was born to fly." He grinned.

"I'll need one more person to look at this. "

Adam sighed and rolled his eyes." yeah. So he graduated top of his class and is already one of the best pilots in the verse. No need for that. How long will we be here?”

“Well, these Firefly models have quite a few hiding spaces. Common for smugglers and pirates to fly. So it will be two days. But I’ll give you extra night credits since you were early. How many do you need? 4?”

“Two.” Adam took the two plastic hotel keys from the inspector. Then walked over to the rest of the crew. Grumbling about paranoid and corrupt government.

"You're the paranoid one," Danny said just loud enough for him to hear.

"Someone always stays on the ship." That was the only rule Adam had. “Someone could steal her.”

"Only your paranoid ass thinks that."

"She was once!"

"Paul's fault," Maynard added.

"You mean the betrayer?" Adam hissed.

“Least it only happens once a year.” Justin tried to soothe the irritation in the air.

"So once a year we all have to be off the ship. Big deal!” “ It's just a ship."

"Her name is "Shadow!"" The other three said together.

They had split up. Danny and Maynard to stock up on food. Justin and Adam went to check into their room for the night.

"Ask Miranda" was graffitied on a few walls, trash bins, benches, and signs.

"Wot zackly happened with Miranda? I only heard rumors as a kid." Justin asked, walking next to his captain, shoulders almost touching. He was the youngest of the crew, and just a kid when the verse changed forever.

"So I guess a Firefly like ours but the 3rd model went there. Found out the feds created the reavers. Apparently, they fucked with the atmo to make people more relaxed. Some went too far. Didn't care about anything. Not food. Breathing. Just laid down and died. But a small population went the opposite way. Went insane and became cannibalistic. And the reavers were born. Then they stuck the memories in the verse-wide broadcast channel. So everyone knows what they did. There were rebellions. Nearly started another war."

"But why ask Miranda?"

"Cus that was the planet where it happened. And they had a government-created psychic that as it and which made them go there." Adam pulled the other closer by the hip.” More on this later. I need a distraction from all this stupid shit.”

“Strawberrie galaxy?” Justen read the name on the bottle of lube. “Again?”

“It’s basically tradition at this point.” Each time they had to stay in the hotel waiting for inspections to be over they fucked. Distractions could hold back any paranoia. And Justin was always the main part of the distraction. Normally Adam wanted to last longer than he did. Justin liked to push them both toward the edge and then jump over it, dragging Adam with him. This was different. The longer they fucked. The less everyone had to deal with the paranoia.

“Where ya going?” Adam wrapped his arms around his pilot's bare hips. Dark hair out of their braids, hanging down in slight waves.

“Shower. Want to join?”

The huge tub had a bench built into one side of it. Perfect for Justin to sit on the bottom and Adam to reach down and wash those long curls.

“This feels good?” a content hum answered him. “We both needed this.” Last time they were there they weren’t an official thing. One night after they fucked on the bridge under the stars, that changed. On their last job, Justin nearly died and realized how much he cared for the captain. “Okay, rinse.” Justin sunk down under the warm water, letting the suds flow out of his hair “No. let this sit.” Adam kept him from washing off the lavender-scented conditioner.

“Why do ya, always do this?”

‘Cus I don’t want your curls to turn into a ball of frizz.”

#rpf #tw rpf #tool band rpf #firefly au #polyamory #ashland writes

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