I am now obviously planning to do more with this (fml), but still if anyone wants to play in the sandbox, feel free. It's a pretty shiny sandbox.
Protein blocks were good for exactly one thing and one thing only: making you not die of malnutrition. Food made from protein blocks (especially the brand that was in their budget) did not taste good. It did not have a pleasing texture. It did not smell appetizing. For a long time, sitting down to meals on Harbor served the singular purpose of allowing you to get up from the table no longer hungry.
And then Bobby Nash had joined the crew.
Tommy was not a fool. The Shepherd, kind and steady as he was, knew entirely too much about Alliance security procedures and was entirely too good with weapons to have been a man of God all his life. There was a past there, and probably a darker story than Bobby wanted to admit. So far, though, that past had not come knocking on Harbor’s entry hatch, and he made Athena, Tommy’s second-in-command and one of the few people left he cared to claim as family, happier than Tommy had ever seen her. Tommy was willing to overlook a lot of potential problems if the Shepherd kept that easy smile on Athena’s face. Besides.
The man was a fucking miracle worker in the galley.
Tommy had no idea how Bobby managed to do the things he did with just some spices and a handful of pots and pans, but the things he dished up for Harbor’s crew was the best eating Tommy had had since he was still hiding behind his Mama’s skirts.
He would overlook a lot of potential problems for how happy the Shepherd made Athena.
He would strap on his sidepiece and go to fucking war against those problems for the man’s pancakes.
He dished himself up a stack of three of said pancakes, fluffy and golden the way food made from protein blocks had no right to be, and turned to grab the jug of decidedly less tasty–but still better than it ought to be–synthetic syrup.
Only to jump in surprise when he found Hen and Karen–his pilot and her esteemed wife–standing less than a foot away from him, matching looks of scrutiny and no small amount of suspicion on their faces.
“So,” Hen said without preamble, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at him. “Where you going with this?”
He glanced between the two women, suddenly feeling cornered on his own damn ship. “Uh, to the table. So I can eat it?”
Karen arched an eyebrow, regal as any queen in the scarlet and gold-trimmed dress of the Scholars’ Guild. He didn’t know Karen well…her work with the Guild took her all over the galaxy for months at a time, and it wouldn’t do for a woman of her rank in the Guild to be seen too often with a ship crewed by several people who were ‘wanted for questioning’ in a myriad of investigations. Now that their son Denny was safely enrolled in one of the Scholars’ Guild’s planetary academies, though, she was becoming a more frequent guest on Harbor.
“We mean, where are you going with Buck?” she said bluntly.
The ‘Buck’ thing was new. And a good sign, according to Bobby…that Evan felt comfortable enough around them to start expressing his preferences (in healthier ways than the sometimes-violent outbursts that had been the norm when he first came aboard) and explore his identity in new ways. Tommy would be lying, though, if he said he wasn’t secretly pleased when Evan told him he preferred it when Tommy called him by his given name. According to Evan, it was never ‘sharp’ when Tommy said it.
“Oh. He’s not having any pancakes. The chemical structure interacts with the molecular bonds on the plates and makes them too crunchy apparently.”
He shrugged in a what-can-you-do way, used to Evan’s random quirks about things on the ship. Last week he’d refused to drink the water out of the dispensers for three days because one of the new filters they’d bought on their last supply run made it taste like peach schnapps. No one else could taste it (to Tommy and Eddie’s disappointment) and Maddie insisted Evan had never had peach schnapps, but Evan had been adamant.
Karen looked distinctly unimpressed.
“Are we still talking about pancakes?” he asked innocently.
“We’re talking about your intentions,” Hen said, her voice grave and serious.
“Are they…honorable?” Karen added.
“I’ve got a medal hanging up in my bunk,” he replied indignantly.
“You stole that off that freight pilot that tried to stiff us on the Io run,” Athena said suddenly, appearing from the corridor and not even bothering to pretend she had not been eavesdropping as she made a beeline for the coffee pot.
“Whose side are you on?” he snapped, before turning back to Hen and Karen. He found them just staring at him, clearly unwilling to get out of his way. He sighed. “We are taking it very slow. In fact, I’m letting him set the pace. And I’m just trying to keep up.”
Hen finally cracked a smile at that, and Tommy felt a little of the tension that had been creeping into his shoulders dissipate. He and Evan had not been obvious about…whatever it was they were doing. Talking, mostly, late into the night on nights when neither of them could sleep. But Harbor was not a large ship and his crew were some of the nosiest assholes he’d ever met.
“Look, I get it. I’m being careful with him. But he’s a grown man, not a child. He knows his own mind. Weird as some of the shit that comes out of it can be.” His lips quirked into an amused smirk. “Besides, we all know Maddie’ll shoot me in the balls if she thinks I’m taking advantage.”
Hen and Karen exchanged a loaded look, but then Hen wound her arm around her wife’s waist. “Be careful with yourself, too. Buck doesn’t always realize he’s accelerating too fast. Captain.”
With that, she and Karen stepped neatly around him, heading for the counter and the tray of pancakes. Tommy shook his head, before changing course and heading up the corridor that led to the helm, shoveling pancakes into his mouth as he went. The bridge was mostly quiet when he arrived, Eddie seated at Hen’s usual station, and Evan examining a set of readouts from the comms intently.
“Okay, look, just because something is mathematically possible,” Eddie was saying as Tommy entered the bridge, “doesn’t mean it’s practical. How would you even get it into the hold?”
Evan made a dismissive gesture. “Physics,” he said, like the answer to whatever they were arguing was obvious. To him, it probably was. Eddie snorted fondly.
“Right. Physics. I’d pay money to see you try.”
Tommy stabbed the last of his breakfast with his fork. “Do I want to know what you’re planning to do with my ship?” he asked. Evan swiveled in his seat to look up at him with a wide, pleased smile that sent a shivery burst of warmth through Tommy’s chest.
“Probably not,” Eddie said, standing up from the pilot’s station and stretching until his back cracked. “Bobby make pancakes?”
Evan wrinkled his nose in disgust and then turned back to the readouts, muttering to himself in a way that Tommy had come to know meant there was an idea percolating in his head that was either genius, insanity, or some unholy combination of both.
“If you hurry, you can probably snag some before Chim eats them all,” Tommy said, to which Eddie tipped him a mock salute.
“Better go. You’ll need your energy,” Evan said.
“Right,” Eddie shrugged, holding out a hand for Tommy’s empty plate to take back to the galley, which Tommy handed over gratefully. He headed down the corridor Tommy had just exited, whistling to himself.
“Anything interesting on the comms?” Tommy asked, taking the pilot’s station Eddie had just vacated.
Evan shook his head. “It’s already ghosts and echoes. But some of the voices are still real. We should help.”
Tommy frowned. “Help? Help who?”
As if in answer, the comm station suddenly pinged, the whole console lighting up red with an urgent distress signal.
If features found family in space, Royai UST, and Mei Chang with several very large guns.
Rated M, no AO3 archive warnings apply.
It's been hundreds of years since humanity left behind Earth-That-Was, and six since the end of the Unification War. Former rebel and current ship's captain Riza Hawkeye's aim is to keep her crew free and flying. That's hard enough with complications like the often-illegal jobs the crew is pulling and her definitely-not-romantic feelings toward Companion and all-around frustration Roy Mustang. When she finds herself providing safe harbor to the fugitive Elric brothers, she knows things will get harder. Just how much harder, though, she could never have imagined.
Chapters: 22/30
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, OFC (Tae's sister)
Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Space, Alternate Universe - Firefly Setting, No Firefly (TV) Knowledge Required, Slow Burn, Found Family, Crew as Family, Minor Violence, (action movie type violence - non-graphic), many kpop cameo appearances, inspired by BTS's music video for "ON", Minor Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, the OFC is Taehyung's sister from the ON music video, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, consensual and respectful sex work, Bangtan are part of the Resistance, Asexual Character, Bisexual Character, Pansexual Character, Gay Male Character, Heist, Escape, Exile, Rescue, Medical Experimentation, Mind Control, Superpowers, Spaceships, Boarding School, a lot happens in this fic so there's an abundance of tags!, we will do our best to give content warnings for each chapter!, Growing Up
Summary:
It’s 2512, but just because the war for independence is over doesn’t mean the dream is dead-- and just because Namjoon and Yoongi fought on the losing side doesn’t mean it was the wrong one. The Verse is full of folks crushed by the Alliance, so they buy a ship, build a crew, and start helping, one job at a time, because though they’re scattered across the Verse, they’re all under the same sky.
--OR--
No matter the universe, Bangtan will find each other and learn about dreams, love, and found family.’
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Ch. 22 up, in which Tae wakes up and Jungkook has a magic lesson.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/5
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, plus some surprises
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Firefly Verse, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Implied/Referenced Torture, Altered Mental States, Mental Instability, Panic Attacks, Families of Choice, Hale Family Feels, Derek Has Issues, Slow Build, Cuddling & Snuggling, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Allison Argent & Lydia Martin Friendship, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:
Derek Hale and his sister, Laura, have lost everything.
The last refuge they have is their ship, the Fire Wolf, and soon even that isn’t safe.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Established Relationship, Firefly Fusion, Romantic Fluff, Community: trope_bingo
Summary:
Since the death of their mother, Sam and Dean Winchester had only known the blackness of space, surviving on the skills taught to them by their father and living from bounty to bounty. And as far as Dean knew, he had been destined to spend his life alone with only his brother for company; but all that changed the day he stumbled upon a blue-eyed novice.
Although his life was still much the same as before, Dean couldn't imagine it without Cas by his side.
