#firefly!au

[dailandin]

Well, that ended up far more painful than originally intended. I kind of want to punch myself in the face now.

Sorry, Credence. I’ll make it up to you later.

[blackkatmagic]

since I’ve found serentiy

For @squidspawn, happy birthday! I hope it’s been fabulous for you! 💕

Picking up passengers on Persephone was clearly a massive mistake.

Very massive. So massive. Incredibly massive, and Madara has made some damned serious mistakes in his time so he knows them when he sees them.

This particular mistake looks like red eyes and white hair and a smirk that makes Madara's blood boil, and the fact that it comes attached to the most moon-brained bastard of an escaped science experiment Madara has ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on just makes things worse.

“This,” Madara says waspishly, hurling himself into the copilot’s chair, “is entirely your fault.”

Tōka, of course, doesn’t even blink where she’s seated on Izuna's lap, his arms wrapped around her waist and one of her arms curled around his neck. They're incredibly cute, and it’s absolutely disgusting. “You do know that my family occupies an entire planet,” she says dryly, because of course she knows exactly what he means. “I'm not responsible for everyone who shares a last name with me, or your decision to accept them as passengers because of it.”

Madara hates it when she takes that reasonable tone with him. Harrumphing, he crosses his arms over his chest and slumps back in his chair.

“Is the doctor settled in?” Izuna asks cheerfully, like he can't see Madara's scowl. Like he doesn’t remember how Hashirama smuggled a fugitive science experiment on board their ship while the idiot was being followed by the Alliance. Which has, predictably, resulted in the grievous wounding of their mechanic (well, kind of; Madara's pretty sure an entire Alliance cruiser couldn’t put Mito down for long), the unintentional kidnapping of a bounty hunter, outrunning the Alliance, and more bullshit than Madara has had to deal with since the war ended.

Really, Madara worries about his little brother sometimes.

“Settled in and trying to find something to fix that hing-wah tsao duh liou mahng,” Madara huffs, but despite himself he finds his eyes closing, his head tipping back against the headrest. He can't help but remember the way Hashirama clung to the thin, shaking form that tumbled out of the box, the way Tobirama curled into his brother’s touch and new him instantly, even though there hasn’t been a single coherent sentence out of the pretty bastard since.

Tōka hums, though Madara can't tell if the sound is amused, skeptical, or just noncommittal. “Come on, husband,” she says instead of answering, and Madara opens his eyes in time to see her rise to her feet, taking Izuna's hands and pulling him with her.

“Coming!” Izuna agrees cheerfully. “Well, I mean not yet I'm not but—”

Tōka kisses him to shut him up. Madara takes back all the nasty thing he’s ever said about her.

“Good night, Captain,” she says amusedly, and leaves the bridge with Izuna trailing behind her like a smitten puppy.

Madara snorts softly to himself, eyes fixed out Serenity’s wide window at the stars beyond. A few moments of peace is a welcome reprieve from the stupidity of the last few days, and with most of the crew asleep, he’s more than happy to—

“All the brains are quiet now.”

Madara absolutely does not shriek and almost fall out of his chair. Though if he did that would be an entirely appropriate reaction to a ghost-pale figure suddenly appearing out of nowhere right beside him.

“Wuh de ma! What in the gorram hells do you think you're doing?” He scrambles to his feet, turning to face the unimpressed stare of their newest burden. “Where’s your brother?”

“Back on Osiris,” Tobirama says, moving past Madara to lean forward and stare out the window.

“That is absolute gos se,” Madara informs him, because there’s no way an idiot like Hashirama managed to go anywhere on Serenity without someone holding his hand, let alone all the way back to whatever planet spawned the Senju as a whole. “Did you sneak out without him noticing?”

Tobirama ghosts a hand across the console, not looking at Madara, and his expression is faintly sad. “Hashirama likes it when things work,” he offers, like that’s any sort of answer at all. “He goes back there when his brain goes quiet.”

Moon-brained, Madara reminds himself, searching for patience. Moon-brained and the product of Alliance experiments and—

Long fingers cup his jaw, making Madara startle, and Tobirama is right in front of him, peering into his face like there are secrets written there.

“You don’t need to search for it,” Tobirama tells him, and those red eyes are crazy, maybe, but in a way Madara knows all too well. “It’s all you have left, isn’t it?”

“What?” Madara manages to get out.

Tobirama casts him a glance through white lashes, even as he pulls away. “You brought the battlefield with you,” he says. “It made you patient, carrying it around all the time.”

Serenity Valley, Madara thinks, because there isn’t anything else Tobirama could mean, but there's no way he could know. He curls his hands into fists to hide the way they shake and takes a breath, ready to yell—

Tobirama presses a finger over his lips. “All the brains are quiet. Yours should be too. Hashirama went back to Osiris, but you don’t have to go anywhere.”

Carefully, Madara wraps his fingers around one thin wrist and pulls Tobirama’s hand away. “Are you going to start making some gorram sense any time soon?” he demands, willfully ignoring how Tobirama is making far too much sense for comfort.

It gets him a smirk, quick and fleeting. “She’s a good ship,” Tobirama says, and then is gone, slipping out of Madara's grasp and vanishing like he was never there at all.

“Wuh de tyen, ah,” Madara mutters to himself, raking a hand through his hair. He shakes his head, then laughs a little, helpless and amused, and curls his fingers over the back of the chair for just a moment. “A good ship indeed.”

[agrippaspoleto]

FinnPoe Week 2020: Day 5 - Bed sharing

“I can’t believe, you’re here with me...” Poe nuzzled into Finn’s side sleepily. What a beautiful dream.

“Poe, that tickles.” Suddenly, there was a hand in his face. Poe’s eyes shot open.

“FINN, you’re here!” he screamed and promptly fell out of the cot. “Ow.”

Finn rolled over and looked down at the pilot who was rubbing his butt.

“Yes, I’m here. Like every morning for the last five days...” he said fondly, his eyebrow raised.

Poe rubbed his eyes and then he remembered. He had offered to share his room with Finn, when they had to take on more passengers than they had bunks. A whole week of being too close, but still not close enough.

“Do you remember last night, flyboy?” said Finn coyly but Poe detected a hint of insecurity.

“Give me a second to wake up...” Poe trailed off as the image of kissing came into his mind. Of him and Finn kissing. It was a good picture. He groaned. It was too early for this.

“It wasn’t a dream then?” Poe winced at himself. But to his immense and unbelievable luck Finn just smiled fondly at him and offered him his hand.

“No, it wasn’t. Are you coming back to bed now?”

Poe whooped once, then smiled slightly embarrassed at his own antics. But he got back into bed with Finn. And it was the best morning since quite a long time.

Yes, there was only one bed. That trope just doesn’t age. Part of my blasted Firefly!AU.

[agrippaspoleto]

FinnPoe Week 2020: Day 4 - The Jacket™

@finnpoeevents

„And I can really keep it?“

Poe smiled fondly at the former trooper.

„Buddy, I literally sewed your name into its back. Sure, it‘s not the finest stitchery int the galaxy but I‘m a pilot not a tailor. It belongs to you now.“

The pilot stood up and walked over to Finn, who was still fiddling with the jacket‘s lapels. Poe gently stilled the fidgeting hands and smoothed the leather. He looked up into Finn‘s warm eyes and couldn‘t help but bite his lip.

„Besides, it suits you.“

Another scene from the Stormpilot Firefly!AU that won‘t leave me alone.

[agrippaspoleto]

Finnpoe week day 3 - Rescue Mission

“This is becoming a habit” Finn said grunting a bit. Poe wasn’t exactly a light weight. “By habit I mean a bad one.”

“I did not start the brawl! And I didn’t ask you to sweep in and rescue me.” Poe said indignantly.

“Yeah, that’s why I had to drag you out from under a table and throw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.” Finn pointed out with an arched eyebrow. “Quit whining, Dameron! We both know you’re enjoying the view.”

“Touché”, came back from the pilot on his shoulder. It was followed by a slap to Finn’s butt. “It is a very fine view.”

The former trooper rolled his eyes. It was his own fault really. He kept rescuing the flyboy.

Part of my Stormpilot Firefly!AU I’m currently writing, which was in parts inspired by all the wounderful prompts by @finnpoeevents​. I’ll post a few more illustrations in this verse in the course of the week.

[agrippaspoleto]

Eavesdown Docks, Persephone.

The weird Stormpilot Firefly!AU nobody asked for. I have feels about this. Maybe I‘ll even write something for it...

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

Welp, this got away from me a bit, haha. Anyway, have the beginnings of a Firefly!AU featuring the Sanders Sides, and maybe Picani and Remy, I don’t know yet. For now, have Companion Virgil [redacted] and Captain Thomas Sanders of the Serenity!

[Please do not repost! Reblogs are fine!]

[thetikkiroom]

ML: Firefly AU

So basically the kwamis = crew except Marinette and Adrien, who are childhood friends version of the Tams. Nooroo = Wash Trixx = Zoe Pollen = Kaylee PLAGG = JAYNE Wayzz = Shepherd Dusuu = Inara Tikki = Mal Black spots = browncoats Akumas = Alliance/Reavers? (Undecided) “One by one, ‘til task is done” = “Two by two, hands of blue”

So the story starts out similarly, 9 people find themselves on the run from the Akumas when young doctor Adrien smuggles his childhood best friend on board. Having rescued her from being experimented on. Tikki is much more morally ambiguous TRIGGER HAPPY PLAGG Dusuu is Inara because of the pretty outfits and peacock. Male companion? Still trying to find where to squeeze Alya and Nino in. LILA AS SAFFRON Since I have no desire to exactly parallel (Nooroo is NOT going to die in this AU, nor is Wayzz), certain relationships (like Adrinette) would shift accordingly.