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Commander Bucky Barnes

Title: Commander Bucky Barnes and his Jaeger Rating: Teen Card: B096 Square filled: U5 Tags: Alternate universe: Pacific Rim / Stucky Prompt: Pacific Rim AU Summary: Bucky and his Jaeger The Brooklyn Bandit. There is a fic coming for this and will promote it when it does! I had help from the author for the Jaeger’s name.:)

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♢ Pacific Rim au

AU Prompts         

Adom had looked up toward the towering machine in front of their group. There wasn’t just the one in the area. But several large mechs looming over the group of mostly newbie pilots. Some had been their for at least a couple years. But they weren’t exactly the best. Many hadn’t even had very compatible, if any at all compatible, partners. The Jaegers had plenty of pilots to direct them as well. Adom had thought he was destined to be stuck in the engineering section for the rest of his days.

What he had really wanted was to pilot one of his own Jaegers. Though his superiors had thought that someone with a personality as difficult as Adom’s would ultimately not lead to any success. But there had been a new jaeger, one he had the feeling was made just for him.  Walking with the rest of the group passed one Jaeger after another as a guide explained a brief history about each mech. Then they came to the newest Jaeger “ Olethros Raze.” Adom said just before the instructor could. Moving closer his eyes widened as he looked over the stealthy, almost pitch black, lean, mech getting worked on in front of the group “ I’m going to be the first to pilot you.” He muttered under his breath, an excitement in his eyes and on his face that normally most would have never seen.

But there was something about Jaegers, Olethros Raze in particular, that got his attention. Reaching out toward the guard preventing him from getting any further, he gripped his left hand around it. If asked, he couldn’t even explain why he felt so connected to such a weird thing. He just did, from the day he had first heard it’s official name, he wanted it. He wanted it with, or without a partner. It was his. Whether anyone else at the lot had known this or not, it would be. Adom was sure about that. 

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Drift Compatible

Eric Coulter (Pacific Rim AU) Divergent / Pacific Rim Words: 1.269

*Trigger Warnings* major character death (past), grief, survivor’s guilt , anger issues, war setting, kaiju violence, city destruction, trauma bonding, intense emotional distress, implied fatal injuries

The Shatterdome felt different without them.

Quieter.

Not because there was less noise—if anything, there were more drills, more alarms, more frantic briefings.

But something essential was missing.

The laughter in the locker room. The familiar neural hum of a partner brushing the edges of your mind. The grounding presence of someone who knew you better than you knew yourself.

Three weeks.

Three weeks since your Jaeger hit the ocean in pieces. Three weeks since you felt your partner’s mind flicker—panic, apology, then nothing.

You stopped showing up to training after the funeral.

You stopped answering calls. Stopped wearing the pilot suit. Stopped pretending you were fine.

You lived in your quarters or in the far end of Hangar Five where your Jaeger’s broken pieces sat like a gravestone.

People gave you space.

Out of pity.

Or fear.

Eric did not stop training.

He trained harder.

Hard enough that his knuckles split open on the strike pads. Hard enough that he dislocated his shoulder in simulation and reset it himself.

He barked at mechanics. Shoved technicians aside. Snapped at command staff.

Rage was easier than grief.

It was hard enough for Eric to trust one person enough to let them into his head.

The Drift wasn’t just compatibility—it was vulnerability.

Exposure.

And he had chosen someone.

Let them see the parts of him no one else ever did.

Now that person was gone.

And the silence inside his mind was unbearable.

So he filled it with fury.

You hadn’t spoken since the memorial.

Not to each other.

Not really to anyone.

Until the sirens screamed again.

KAIJU BREACH – CATEGORY IV

The alarm vibrated through your bones before the announcement even finished.

You were in Hangar Five.

Of course you were.

You always were.

You watched the remaining Jaegers launch through the massive bay doors, one after another, their silhouettes cutting through rain and ocean spray.

You didn’t move.

You weren’t on the roster anymore.

Officially “indefinite leave.”

Unofficially broken.

The comms crackled overhead.

“Contact confirmed. Category IV. Heavy armor. Approaching outer wall.”

You forced yourself not to listen.

Then—

“Wall breach!”

The entire dome shuddered.

Not outer defense.

Not secondary line.

The wall.

A Kaiju roar echoed through the city beyond.

Your heart stuttered.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

The Jaegers were supposed to stop it before that.

“Striker Athena down!” “Gypsy Valkyrie holding but critical!” “We need reinforcements—”

You stood slowly.

There was only one Jaeger left in the dome.

Fastest in the fleet. Built for rapid deployment. Close-quarters combat.

Eric’s.

Crimson Tempest.

And it required two pilots.

You heard him before you saw him.

Boots striking metal. Breathing sharp and fast. Controlled—but barely.

Eric stormed into the hangar, helmet under his arm.

His eyes found you immediately.

Of course they did.

“You’re the only one here that can do this.” he said.

Not accusation.

Not plea.

Statement.

You shook your head instinctively.

“No.”

“The city’s exposed.”

“Find someone else.”

“There is no one else.”

Another tremor shook the dome.

Dust rained from the ceiling.

The Kaiju was inside the perimeter now.

You could hear buildings collapsing.

You wrapped your arms around yourself like you could physically hold the grief inside.

“I can’t do it again.”

Eric’s jaw flexed.

“You think I can?”

That snapped your eyes to his.

There it was.

Not rage.

Not this time.

Something rawer.

“It took me years,” he said, voice tight, “to let someone into my head.”

His partner had been the only one who ever saw past the armor.

The only one who survived the intensity of him.

“And now it’s empty,” he continued. “It’s just… quiet.”

The quiet was worse than the screaming.

You knew that.

You felt it too.

“I won’t survive losing someone else in there.” you whispered.

His eyes softened—but only barely.

“Then don’t.”

The words landed heavy.

“We’re not replacing them,” he said. “We’re surviving.”

Another explosion. Closer.

Emergency lights flickered red.

Crimson Tempest was already powering up behind him, systems primed.

The fastest Jaeger in the fleet.

The only one that could reach the city center in time.

He stepped closer.

“If we don’t go,” he said quietly, “more people die.”

Your lungs burned.

You had sworn you were done.

Sworn you wouldn’t risk feeling someone die in your mind ever again.

But the screams outside—

They were real.

You exhaled shakily.

“Fine.”

Strapping in felt wrong.

The space beside you wasn’t supposed to be his.

It wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s anymore.

Eric locked into his harness without looking at you.

“Once we start,” he said, voice steady, “don’t pull away.”

“I won’t.”

Technicians hesitated outside.

“Compatibility hasn’t been tested,” one warned.

Eric’s eyes flicked to you.

Neither of you moved.

“Initiate Drift,” he ordered.

The world detonated.

Memory wasn’t linear—it was collision.

You saw him as a child being taught that weakness gets you killed. You felt the moment he first drifted—how terrifying it was to let someone see his anger and not flinch. You felt the instant his partner died.

Metal screaming. Neural overload. A hand slipping from his grip.

His rage wasn’t random.

It was grief sharpened into a weapon.

He saw you laughing in the cockpit. He saw the impact. Felt the way your partner’s mind shattered against yours.

Your grief was heavy. Ocean-deep. Paralyzing.

His was fire. Violent. Refusing to sit still.

The neural pathways screamed under the strain.

For a second you thought you’d both hemorrhage.

Then—

Something aligned.

Not softness.

Not balance.

Understanding.

You both knew what it meant to lose the only person who understood your mind.

You weren’t replacing them.

You were carrying them.

Together.

The screaming stopped.

DRIFT STABLE.

You both exhaled at the same time.

Eric’s voice steadied inside the shared space.

“Let’s move.”

The Kaiju towered between burning buildings, armored plates glistening in rain.

It had already torn through two city blocks.

The other Jaegers were too far out. Too damaged.

Crimson Tempest dropped from its launch platform like a falling god.

Impact cracked the street beneath you.

The Kaiju turned.

Roared.

You felt Eric’s instinct to charge head-on.

You layered strategy over it. Angles. Weak points. Timing.

The synchronization felt… natural.

Fast.

Crimson Tempest moved like it had been waiting for this pairing.

You ducked under a claw strike. Eric drove a powered fist into the Kaiju’s rib plating.

It countered.

Slammed into you.

Pain rippled through your nervous systems—but you absorbed it together.

No panic.

No spiraling.

Just focus.

“Left flank compromised,” you warned.

“Redirecting power,” he replied instantly.

The Kaiju lunged toward a cluster of trapped civilians.

That did it.

Your grief turned to fury. His fury sharpened into precision.

Together you activated the twin plasma blades.

You stepped forward in perfect synchronization.

One blade severed its forelimb. The second drove straight through its throat.

Blue blood exploded across the street.

The Kaiju collapsed.

Silence followed.

Rain hissed against metal armor.

Inside the conn-pod, your breathing slowly synced.

No one died in your head.

No mind went dark.

Just two heartbeats. Two pilots. Alive.

The Drift lingered softly.

Eric’s voice, quieter now.

“We didn’t break.”

You swallowed.

“No.”

Outside, command confirmed:

CATEGORY IV NEUTRALIZED.

Back at the shatterdome hen the neural link disengaged, the absence wasn’t suffocating.

It wasn’t empty.

It was… steady.

You looked at him.

For the first time in three weeks, the rage in his eyes had dulled.

Not gone.

But tempered.

“We’re not replacing them,” you said quietly.

“No,” he agreed.

A pause.

“But we’re not alone either.”

And for the first time since the ocean swallowed everything—

You believed that might be true.

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May I request Copilot! Sheith? Of the black lion would be great but other vehicles work too

Unfortunately I didn’t find any canon AUs, but there are these (mostly Pacific Rim AUs). If anyone knows any canon AU copilot fics, let us know!

the breach - tootsonnewts @tootsonnewts

59k. (Mature). Contains: Hunk/Lance.

 Shiro knows the truth. They all know the truth. Those walls won’t stop shit.

For years, Kaiju have invaded Earth from an interdimensional rift deep below the surface of the Pacific Ocean’s waters. Amid increasing attacks, loss of resources, and lack of qualified candidates, the Jaeger program established to fight these enemies is on the brink of collapse. Faced with the threat of apocalypse, the Pan Pacific Defense Corps makes a last ditch effort to defeat the threat before the world runs out of time.

I’ll be your strength, I’ll be your home - Havanar @havanarr

4k. (Not rated). Contains: major character death.

Shiro returns from the dead in the midst of a Kaiju attack, alone without a co-pilot.

This is the story of how Shiro and Keith become co-pilots.

a dialogue, not a fight - redluxite (wordstruck) @redluxite

2k. (Teen).

Keith almost rolls his eyes. “What did you think?”

“You’re… unpredictable,” Shiro says, trying to be diplomatic. When Keith just stares at him with eyebrows raised, Shiro huffs out a laugh. “Fine. You’re volatile. You constantly deviate from standard protocols and combat techniques. You take risks that put you, your crew, and your surroundings in danger. You couldn’t hold a partner for more than a year.”

Keith snorts, rolls his eyes. “I have a ten-kill hit list.”

“I know.” Shiro grins. “I never said you weren’t good.”

Or, a short Pacific Rim AU.

Co-Pilot - Kasen

3k. (Explicit).

Shiro is the pilot for the ever-notorious Boeing 777, better known as the Black Lion. He tries not to get attached his new co-pilot Keith, thinking he might leave him like so many others have done in the past.

- Kel

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Kaiju Kebabs - Skinned, Skewered, and Seared

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Bart kneeled down and flattened his chest to the floor, craning his neck sideways to check under his bed. He hummed lightly as he finally located his missing earbuds and tugged the jumbled wires out from under the metal bunk. He’d accidentally busted his other pair while he was training yesterday and didn’t want to be music-less on the transport to San Francisco. He wiped the cords free of dust bunnies using his sleeve and then pocketed them just as there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” He called, not bothering to look towards the doorway. He was already quite sure of who it was.

“Your ride just landed.” Max informed him, pushing open the door and stepping inside Bart’s tiny dorm room. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yup!” Bart replied, zipping up his duffle bag and rising to his feet. “Are you and Jay ready to miss me?” Max chuckled, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes lifting in amusement.

“Miss what? Getting you out of bed in the morning when you sleep through your training sessions, or all the empty milk cartons that you leave lying around and never recycle? What’s there for us to miss?” Max said sarcastically. Bart smirked.

“Yeah, you’re definitely gonna miss me.” He replied, hoisting his bag onto his shoulder and making for the door. Max intercepted him in the doorway and pulled him in for a quick hug.

“Only a little.” The older man said, releasing him and stepping aside to let him through. Together, they made their way down the hall towards the docking bay and Bart’s transport out of Central City. “Just remember everything I taught you and you’ll do fine.” Max told him. Bart took a candy bar from his pocket, unwrapping it skillfully and tossing the wrapper into a nearby trash can as they passed.

“You sound worried, Max!” He teased, taking a huge bite. “Are you actually fretting over little old me?” Other cadets waved at them as they went on their way through the training facility. Some called goodbye to Bart, wishing him luck.

“Someone has to. And I’m not fretting. I know you’ll do fine. Just remember your training and watch out for your new partner. It’s up to you to keep each other safe.”

“Hey, I’ve been trained by the best Rangers on this side of the Mississippi! Doesn’t get much safer than that!” Bart quipped, shoving the rest of the bar into his mouth. He was making light of the situation, but he knew the real reason Max was acting anxious. Bart’s grandfather Barry and his cousin Wally, an uncle and nephew team and two of the most well-seasoned Jaeger Rangers in history, had gone down in battle with a Kaiju two years ago. Like Bart, both Barry and Wally had been trained by Max and his partner Jay as well. In fact, the two had taken on Max and Jay’s own Jaeger; Mercury Tempo, after the two older rangers had decided to retire. Between the two Ranger teams, Mercury had successfully defended Coast City a total of 8 times during it’s commission. It was practically a legacy at this point, as their record was only outmatched by the Ranger teams of Gotham Midnight, a Jaeger based out of Seattle. Unfortunately for Bart, there would be no physical legacy for him to inherit as Mercury Tempo had been destroyed along with its Rangers. Still, the Allen name was well-known in the history of the Jaeger program, and Bart was more than aware of the responsibility that now weighed on his shoulders.

“Flattery aside, I'm very serious, Bart. Your partner is your greatest asset in the field. You're new to this, but your partner won't be. It's imperative that you get to know each other and build a solid foundation of trust.” Max went on. “It could save your life out there.”

Bart nodded. None of this information was new to him, of course. However, he still felt a little anxious at the prospect of putting his life in the hands of a stranger. He was excited to launch his career with a bang and become a hero, just like Max, Jay, Barry and Wally before him. The only possible hitch in this plan was his partner, whom Bart had never met. Like most cadets in the Jaeger program, Bart had taken a drift-compatibility test and his results had been matched with all other active rangers and cadets in the database. Most of the time the closest match a person got was someone they already knew intimately, like a relative or a significant other. However, on rare occasions some people were matched with someone that they had never met, which was the case with Bart and his new partner. This hadn’t come as a shock to Bart. After all, he’d never had any siblings and his closest family members and friends were either deceased or retired. Naturally, he’d expected to be matched with someone he didn’t know. Even so, this particular match had quickly become the talk of the entire program. When he arrived in San Fransisco, Bart was to meet Jason Todd, his new partner, and begin combat training immediately in their new Jaeger, which the engineers had dubbed 'Quantum Trigger.' In all honesty, Bart was more excited about the Jaeger than he was about Jason, but not without good reason. Jason Todd had been one of the Rangers of Outlaw Bravo, a Jaeger out of Star City. He and his partner, Roy Harper, had both nearly lost their lives defending the coastline from an enormous category 3 Kaiju last fall. Their Jaeger had sustained heavy damage, but instead of pulling out and waiting for backup as ordered, they’d chosen to stay. In the end they’d been able to fatally wound the damn thing, but their Jaeger was half-sunk and both Rangers had been critically injured. The media had said that Roy Harper hadn’t been able to make a full recovery due to his injuries. A few months afterward, the Jaeger Program had quietly announced that Jason Todd would be recommissioned as a Ranger and would be seeking a new partner. It was a subject of great dispute. Some people in the program had argued against it, saying that Todd should be decommissioned for life because he'd disobeyed a direct order and ended up getting his partner half-paralyzed. Others argued that both Jason and Roy were heroes, electing to remain at their post and defend the city instead of retreating. Bart was one of the latter. If he’d been in either of their shoes he would have done the same thing. He’d seen the official log of events that day. If Jason and Roy hadn’t stayed to defend it, Star City might have been wiped right off the map! At the time, Outlaw Bravo had been the only operational Jaeger in Star City and it would have taken any backup team at least an hour to get there, by which time the Kaiju would’ve already breached the mainland. But of course these facts mattered very little to the politicians and the other critics of the Jaeger program.

“There he is!” A familiar voice called from up ahead. Bart and Max had reached the docking bay now and he could see Jay waving to him next to a sleek black military-grade helicopter. He'd apparently been chatting with the pilot, who now turned to face the newcomers. Bart recognized her immediately as Barbara Gordon, the Director of Operations at the San Francisco Shatterdome Base. Years ago she'd been one of the first rangers aboard Gotham Midnight. Many people accredited the success of the Jaeger program to her personally, as she and her partner Richard Grayson had successfully defended Seattle from every single Kaiju attack it had faced during their commission together. She was a legend and a hero to every Ranger and cadet in the program. Bart almost stopped dead in his tracks in shock, but Max prodded him forward with a subtle nudge between his shoulder blades. When they reached the helicopter, Jay pulled Bart into a hug. “We're gonna miss you, kiddo!” He said, clapping Bart on the shoulder before turning to introduce him. “Bart, this is Barbara Gordon, the Ops Director at San Francisco.”

“I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Allen.” Barbara stuck her hand out for Bart to shake, and he took it after a beat, still a bit starstruck. “Jay says your reflexes in the training simulator exceed even the highest marks we have on record. That's quite impressive.”

“I uh, I play a lot of video games.” Bart replied, gathering his wits again. Barbara laughed.

“Well, I can assure you that San Francisco will be 100% reality-based.” She said, “We'll all be interested to see how your skills stack up.”

“I won't let you down, Ma'am.” He promised.

“I'm counting on that, Ranger.” She said, smiling warmly and holding her hand out to take his duffle bag. “If you'll give me your bag, I'll let you say your goodbyes and then we should get going.” Bart thanked her and did as he was told. “Max, Jay- always a pleasure. Don't be strangers, alright? If you two ever get bored here in Central, our training center at San Fran would be honored to have you.”

“We'll be sure to keep that in mind.” Max replied with a small smile. Jay chuckled, waving cordially at Barbara as she turned and boarded the helicopter. As she climbed up into the cargo bay, Bart heard a metallic clink and his eyes were drawn to her feet, both of which he now saw ended in elegantly swooped prosthetics that poked out the bottoms of her pant legs. The way she moved suggested that they continued up to her knees. He hadn't noticed it before due to the long Captain's coat she'd been wearing.

“You're lucky. They don't always send the Ops Director to pick up new recruits.” Jay said, “Barb is one of the best Rangers I've ever worked with, and certainly the most competent Ops Directer that San Francisco has ever had. She's smart, a born leader, and an absolute devil at poker. You'll be in good hands with her in the Comm Center.” He said, drawing Bart in for another hug. “We're so proud of you, son. Go show them what you're made of.” Bart felt his heart pang a little at Jay's words. He was excited to get to San Francisco, but he was definitely going to miss Central. Maybe he'd be able to visit them sometimes if his new schedule allowed. He hoped so.

“That's the plan!” He replied cheerfully, hugging Max too one last time. “If you ever miss me, just turn on the news, alright?” He joked, stepping towards the helicopter and turning to wave at them. He heard Jay laugh and he thought he saw Max roll his eyes a little, but they both waved back as he climbed into the passenger seat.

The helicopter took off and the training facility soon shrank out of his view. Bart sat back in his seat and watched the world pass by underneath their feet, pondering with eager anticipation what the future would have in store for him.