#Pilot AU

[tenukiki]

Happy Holidays from KC Air Lines!

[maslosstuff]

Oh that’s hilarious!

A redraw of one of the official images of them:

[supernaturalkickparty]

Clearing out drafts and found this, @fandom-hoarder bestie have we talked about this before?

Thoughts/sambrady

Spn pilot au, Sam's powers started on his birthday, it's been almost 6 months of things randomly being thrown around the room, hearing others thoughts, dreaming of things before they happen, not dealing with it well

Brady of course hasn't been the same the past 2 years. He's not in school anymore. Sam's working, going to school, and trying to help Brady with his drinking/drug problem.

Brady has also taken to hitting Sam and gaslighting Sam.

Sam just accepts it because he really does love Brady and has the "I can fix him" mentality.

Brady encourages Sam to test out his powers and while Sam is getting good at everything he's scared.

He accidentally projects his thoughts/feelings/some images to Dean who's hundreds of miles away

"De I'm scared"

Dean doesn't tell John. He just gets in the car and heads for Palo Alto because that wasn't a dream, it felt too real and in their life/line of work. He knows better than to not go with a gut feeling.

He shows up pilot style blah blah blah and Brady isn't happy like not one bit. Sam tells Brady that they're gonna talk and that he'll be back in a bit.

Brady getting really possessive of Sam now that Dean's in their apartment. They' start arguing/shoving and Sam tries to pull Brady back away from Dean and Brady ends up swinging on Sam and knocks him down.

Dean's in shock because Sam tells Dean it isn't a big deal and apologizes to Brady who is over there faking how sorry he is and Dean's had it. He ends up pulling his gun on Brady and Sam's yelling for him to put it away and Dean won't have it. He tells Sam that he don't have to go home with him but he ain't staying here with Brady anymore.

Sam tries to say it was an accident and it only happens when he don't get out of Bradys way. It's just a thing that happens.

Dean shoots Brady, well clips his shoulder to send a message.

He orders Sam to go pack and he hates himself for a second because he used his "john" voice and the defeat in Sam's eyes makes him feel worse.

He knows Sam hated when their dad ordered them around but it was for their own good and their own safety.

They leave and Dean hopes Sam will go back home with him but he knows it more than likely won't happen.

Sam tells him that Jess was his best friend and that she moved in with her boyfriend and he don't want to impose on them. He can't move back in the dorms, they won't give him that option this late in the the semester, he asks if Dean can stay with him for a few days, just until he can try to find something.

Dean gets them a room, he tells Sam that he's gonna get them something to eat and he'll be back.

He ends up calling John, he debated it for a good 5 minutes before he dialed his number.

He tells John he's in Palo Alto, that he's with Sam and John starts in if Sam's hurt, if he's ok.

Dean don't tell him about the abilities, one problem at a time.

Instead he tells him that Sam called him, that Sam's been going through it, that his boyfriend had been knocking him around and that the boyfriend had drinking and drug problems, money problems, all kinds of problems that he made it all Sam's problems.

Dean was kinda hoping John would have said something right away.

Anything, it could even be him getting mad at Dean for taking off to Palo Alto to get Sam.

"Is he coming home?"

"I don't think so dad...I mean i was thinking staying out here with him for a while. Help him get back in his feet."

[stressed-sock]

i reread pilot au (by the lovely @mawofthemagnetar) today :D

[geckoodles]

I have no art direction yet again so I leave everyone with some more outfits for various Alex AUs/timelines.

[fluffy-bacon363]

ATC x Pilot AU (but make it Cherik)

An idea I had but I wouldn't mind if someone else writes this because I already have so many ideas.

Imagine Cherik as those tiktoks where the ATC and Pilots bicker with each other constantly. Erik as a Lufthansa Pilot often flying the same route so he's often landing and departing at the same airport and there is this sooo annoying ATC guy that keeps nagging him about his landing, being late and taking too much space on the runway.

They only know each other's names and meet one day at the airport. They don't recognize each other first until Erik makes a snarky comment.

[mushiemellows]

Floating Through the Stratosphere Part 2 🛩 (nsfw)

Rating: E. I couldn't resist bumping it up sorry

Words: 30,747

Summary: Thousand Sunny Days Air was a decently sized independent business. Their fleet was large enough to have a few chartered jets at most major airports, but they mostly dealt in private transatlantic trips. A lot of New York to London, with rare hops from LA to Tokyo. Robin didn’t mind, though she always liked it better when the destination was a little more exciting to explore. That is, until she's stuck for two extra nights in Paris with an incorrect room booking and a pilot that seems incapable of wearing proper pants.

Fate, though, has other plans. After Franky's caught in a motorcycle accident, Robin needs to decide if she'll stay the course or alter her route. Healing takes patience, and the amnesia isn't helping.

Content warning for: drunk driving accident, significant hospital stays, surgery, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, and rehab

[hazbincalifornia]

I'm going to post the pictures into the fics themselves in a bit, but a friend made art for the pilot au ficlets to go along with blitzpreg week!

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part 5!

Part 1: Part 4

"Well, when I'm not being hunted by interpol," he says after a beat, the laughter still playing on his lips. "I'm a tattoo artist."

Max's gaze darts down, taking in the lengths of tanned, tattoo skin; dark ink woven onto Daniel.

"Ah," he says after a beat. "Possibly slightly more likely than a teacher."

"Hey, I'm a teacher of life," Daniel says, and then flushes, no doubt hearing how presumption he sounds. Max laughs, cheeks warming.

"A teacher of life? Go on?"

"Well," he shrugs modestly, a mix between proud and bashful. "It is my Instagram username."

"Is it now?" Max asks dryly, watching as Daniel takes out his phone and unlocks it to reveal a wallpaper of bright, blue ocean.

"Yeah, well, something like that," he says, tapping on the screen and then twisting the device around so Max can see. Rows of neat squares great him, patterned in alternative art and lifestyle themes.

Max gaze flickers to the top.

Tattooed.teacher.of.lyf

1747 posts, 915k followers, 1,324 following

"Impressive," Max says, taking the figures in.

Daniel laughs. "What, my misspelling of life? 20 year old me thought he was a genius. Here," he taps on the most recent post, a black and white tattoo. A whale jumping through stars, it's body detailed with feather- like strokes of ink.

"This is the one I did last week," he says, note of pride clear. "Cool, right?"

"Very," Max replies, earnestly clicking to the next photo of a cartoon racecar inked into someone's ankle.

"Maybe one day I could give you a tat," Daniel says. Max's head jerks up, and then he lets out a surprised laugh when he realises Daniel is teasing him.

"I don't think so," he says smoothly. Sebastian would kill him before F1 Wings had a chance to fire him. Professionalism is the first article in the code of conduct they all have to sign. No tattoos is the third article.

"Why?" Daniel cocks his head. "You don't like them?"

"Not on me," Max replies. He's always known his appearance is more akin to an office worker than anything remotely exciting. If people were colours, he'd be a fine beige hue. Tattoos are cool and dynamic and interesting, all things Max is most certainly not.

"I think you'd suit a few tattoos," Daniel continues, gaze turned critical as it runs up and down Max's body. He shivers, trying to resist the urge to cross his arms across his chest.

"You have a wonderfully cool colouring; tattoos would really take to you I think."

"You mean pallor," Max says dryly, but Daniel shakes his head.

"No, I meant what I said. Cool colouring. Opposite of warm. Tattooing you would be like painting on a canvas, the colours would be so beautiful and bright, I can just tell. I mean, look at me," he rolls up his sleeve, revealing tanned skin adorned with ink. "I'm a bitch to tattoo with colours because you constantly have to work out colour theory, and how the inks will show up against my darker complexion. You wouldn't have any of that worry - your colouring is perfect, a tattooist's wet dream."

"Am I really?" Max says with a grin, delighted in the way Daniel's cheeks instantly darken.

"I didn't mean," he blurts out, and then shakes his head. "Well, I mean, I idn't not not mean - The flight."

"The flight, " Max repeats, smiling at how flustered Daniel is.

"How'd you find it?" He asks, clearly desperate to move the conversation on and to ease the burning in his cheeks.

"Good," Max says with a shrug, taking pity on him and letting the topic change. "What about you?"

"Er good, yes, very good. I mean, I pretty much slept the whole time, so that helped. How about you?"

"How about me what?" Max asks, piercing a lump of chicken. It's beyond stupid, but he takes a sprig of pride in the fact the flight was smooth enough for Daniel to sleep, despite the turbulence they went through.

"Did you catch some Zs?" Daniel asks. He tilts his head slightly, as if searching Max's expression for evidence of exhaustion.

Max huffs a soft laugh. "No, not really. I can't really sleep on planes. I think I got about forty-five minutes? But not a lot. It's fine, I'm used to it." Forty-five minutes in the cramped chair as Lando took his seat, listening to Sebastian carefully instructing Lando and knowing it was advice Lando would promptly forgot.

Daniel's eyebrows draw together. "You must be wrecked then, right? As you didn't sleep on the bus either."

Max shrugs. It feels nice to have someone fuss over him, even a stranger like Daniel.

"Not really," he says, piercing another lump of amorphous chicken in the sea of mayo. "Like I said, I'm used to it."

Daniel just scoffs, as if Max has done something particularly impressive. "Wow, if I had gone over 24 hours without sleep, I think I'd be fit to kill."

"Good thing for me you slept on the plane then, right?" Max quips.

Daniel looks at him, and then grins. "Yeah, I suppose it is."

-

When they've moved onto their second coffee, Max can't resist any longer. He has to ask about Lando's overhead announcement.

"So," he broaches the subject. "Had you fallen asleep yet when the first pilot came on the comms?"

Daniel snorts, and Max feels his lips turn upwards reflexively.

"No, and thank fuck I did not get to miss that. The most entertaining thing I've ever witnessed on the plane, and that includes watching the Fast and Furious films in one sitting and watching a toddler drawing with a Sharpie on her sleeping dad's face. I don't think I've ever heard a pilot be more enthusiastic while being so undeprepared. How did he manage to get every detail wrong?"

Max smirks at the memory. The first comms announcement typically fell under his responsibilities as Second Officer. This time, ostensibly as a reward for officially being promoted to Cadet, but in reality simply to prevent Daniel from hearing his voice, he had convinced Sebastian to let Lando do the welcome comms for the first time.

"Come on Seb," he'd said as they all belted. "It's three sentences, how bad can he fuck them up?

Clearly, Max had vastly underestimated Lando's talented for fucking things up.

"He sounded like he was 12 or something," Daniel says, not unkindly. "The woman sitting beside me looked like she was checking whether it was too late to bolt for it when his voice cracked for like the tenth time."

Max laughs. "Considering he also got his am and pm mixed up, the date wrong, and mispronounced about five words, I can't really fault her logic."

Max had been sitting beside him in the cockpit, hissing corrections, which in turn only made Lando panic more and somehow mess up even further. When he'd finally switched off the comms, successfully turning the simple, routine welcoming address Max does on each flight into about ten rambling sentences, Sebastian had looked up from his final checks.

"Let's not do that again, okay?" He had said mildly, and for once Lando had just meekly nodded in agreement, and Max had had to turn to the window to hide his grin.

"Speaking of ages," Daniel says, drawing Max from the memory. "How old are you?"

"Me?" He replies stupidly, as if Daniel could mean anyone else. "Twenty-three."

Daniel's eyebrows shoot up. "No shit. I had you figured to be at least in your mid, if not late, twenties."

Max tries for a teasing smile. "Do I already have so many wrinkles?"

Daniel huffs a laugh, and gratification spools in Max's chest, tighter and tighter.

"Fuck you, you full on know you look like an extra in, like, Baywatch."

"Oh yes, because I am clearly so tanned, " Max deadpans, and Daniel laughs again, his cheeks warming.

"Well, okay, but -"

He's interrupted by a shrill alarm and swears as he taps at his phone.

"Sorry," he mutters, leaving over to rummage through his bag. "Normally I'm fine, but when I'm traveling I have to set alarms to remember to take my meds, or else the jet lag would completely ruin it."

Max watches as Daniel sits up again, a neat medicine box in his hands, the same one Max can remember his grandmother using.

"Health is wealth, as they say," Daniel clips open the section labelled Monday, revealing one circular white pill and one blue tablet.

"Do they?" Max asks, and Daniel shrugs as he scoops them into his palm.

"I keep forgetting English isn't your native language. So this one," he holds up the blue tablet, "is keratin, to ensure these lovely, luscious curls continue being just that while evading the male baldness gene which haunts my paternal line." He pops in his mouth, swallowing it dry. "And this one," he continues, holding up the remaining pill, "is a wonderful combination of various vitamins and minerals to keep me looking young, vibrant and ridiculously attractive."

"And humble as well?" Max asks as Daniel swallows that one dry too.

"Of course," Daniel gives him a grin, finally reaching for his water. "Naturally, Maxy."

Part 6

[rayssion]

au wherein,

Pilot James Potter tries to save his plane from a storm but unfortunately crashes in a deserted island.

Out of 187 on the plane only 9 survived. James himself, flight attendant Remus Lupin, Musician Sirius Black, Sirius Black's younger brother Regulus Black among other collage students Barty Crouch and Evan Rosier, business woman Lily Evans, and two other women on vacation Dorcas Meadows and Marlene McKinnon.

All wounded and in bad shape. Through the next days they attemp to survive relying on instincts and knowledge from the strange depressed kid.

One thing James knows, without Regulus Black they won't stand a chance.

[naya-nel]

[slippy-socks]

pilot au. yeah

[mawofthemagnetar]

There was a lot of stuff I wasn’t able to include in The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight, because it wasn’t relevant. A lot of things got cut, a lot of things weren’t mentioned. One of those things was that TFC streams on that universe’s version of twitch. While still being, fundamentally, an old man.

Well, this morning I had a burst of inspiration and wrote a little something about exactly that. If you haven’t read Pilot AU, this likely won’t make much sense.

If you have, please enjoy!

“Hello everyone! Welcome back my humble little stream. I hope you’re all doing very well. So, today, I figured we’d play a bit of Block Game, and do some work on my branch mine-hm?”

An alert went off on the stream, and TFC’s mouse clattered against the desk as he minimized his game to look at it. In the facecam window in the corner, he glanced over and smiled.

“MisterMiter77 decided to grace us with a subscription! Thank you! Now, you don’t need to do that- I’m still not sure how to turn those off- but keep in mind, I work for the government, guys. I have a pension. This streaming lark is just for fun!”

A gust of wind rattled the windowpane above TFC’s desk loud enough for the mic to pick it up, and he shook his head.

“Ah, now, a little warning for all of you: the weather’s really bad today, so I might get called out. You all know the drill! If my pager goes off, what do we do?”

TFC grinned as his chat parroted the line.

“That’s right. Remind me to close the damn stream. Now, let’s get to mining, that’s enough wasted time!”

Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. TFC scowled at it, pausing Block Game and picking up the corded phone that sat on his desk next to his computer.

“Hello? Oh, hiya, Frankie. Listen- yeah, I’m still in for the music night. Listen, I’m actually streaming right now. Yeah. The one on the internet, Frankie. Yes. Okay, thanks. See you later.”

TFC hung up, to the welcome sight of his Chat spamming pogchamp emotes. He cackled, leaning in.

“Frankie pog? Yeah, I’d agree. Super nice guy. We’re going fishing next week…”

TFC shook his head, and he and Chat headed deeper into the branch mines. A few tunnels later, and TFC squinted at one chat message.

“Hm? How come I have subscriptions on if I don’t want them on? My nephew set this all up. I said to him, I wanted everything all set up properly, and he got my account to get- subscribers and stuff. And then he ran off to New York and he hasn’t been back to Newfoundland since. There we go, the crying child emotes. Yeah. So, you know, you don’t have to subscr-“

An earsplitting ringing drowned out what TFC was about to say next, and he snatched up his pager, eyes bugging out. This one had a small screen with text scrolling across it, and he leapt to his feet.

“SHIP OFFSHORE SINKING GOTTA GO BYE!” He shouted, clicking a button to close his game and jabbing at something in the corner of his screen-

The pager rang again, even louder, and TFC almost tripped over the charging cable plugging his prosthetic leg into the wall. That cable was the entire reason he’d started streaming at all- if he had to be stuck in a chair for hours, why not have some fun with it?

The pager let out an earsplitting shriek just as TFC got the wire unplugged, and he sprinted out the door.

Leaving chat staring at his white computer room wall.

For the next ten hours.

They only started three cults.

[cowboyzoro]

Shanks can and will (and has) fucked your dad

WIP

[lincolnlogsnfrogs]

getting too peaceful around here have some pilot dib

[lirhyapetitpain]

C0mmission for AzuurL of his Sam pilot AU design ! I wasn't supposed to make more than the top pic but it was criminal to not draw Azuurl's full design so anyway, enjoy !