#firefly au

[hurglewurm]

@excalibros i've been watching all of firefly/serenity and the ragtag team found family on a spaceship... that's food. i love space western. gave some of em earrings bc i do what i want

[id: an illustration of a five-character line up from merlin in the firefly universe: morgana, gwen, arthur, merlin, and gwaine. morgana is roughly based on river, wearing a green dress with a short leather vest and cowboy boots. gwen is taking kaylee's role, wearing a lavender top and grimy orange coveralls tied at the waist. arthur is wearing mal's outfit: red shirt, big boots, and suspenders, with several belts. merlin is wearing a red scarf and blue shirt with a brown vest and fingerless gloves. gwaine is roughly dressed like jayne, in a grey shirt with brown camo pants, as well as shoulder holsters, thigh holsters, and two belts. end id.]

[crookshallowao3]

Into the Ether

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku ; Complete ; Explicit ; +12K

[A tale of thick-headedness, thievery, and finding your family in the vast frontier.]

The party moves away from the ballroom entrance and up through the hall, not unlike a massing swarm of antelope, and Katsuki is careful to stick to the edges lest he end up crushed amongst the socializing herd. But a hand hooks around his elbow.

"There's our interesting guest. Dabi sent me to fetch you," teases a low voice in his ear.

"Great," Katsuki deadpans, firming his arm for escort, and resisting the urge to lean into him.

"And what brings an esteemed Captain like you to a party like this?" Midoriya teases again, as if he might be able to flirt the information out of Katsuki. Yeah, right.

Katsuki stops still in the hallway, turning to drag his eyes once over the man. So many prying eyes.

"I've got some property I'm hoping to pick up."

"Doesn't everyone," he returns, lifting one eyebrow and smiling smugly before dragging them forward back into the throng.

Smarmy little shit is enjoying himself.

If you ask Katsuki, taking dinner in an aviary is a great way to get shit in your salad, but everyone oohs and ahhs as they move into the lush room. There's a sprawling table about 80 miles long and sunset spilling into the candlelight from the glass-domed ceiling. Candy-colored crap machines squawk annoyingly overhead.

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[damniteggs]

playing around with color schemes and Donnie dressed as Malcom Reynolds to keep on theme with the rottmnt cowboy trend

[mangetsuame]

Sketch dump 1/2 of stuff I drew for the greed island server's game!! I will also include the stuff I wrote in a separate post!

[baconwaffle2016]

so...i published something. whoo hoo

a One Piece fic featuring Ace x Isuka, commissioned by @ PiratePlunder (on AO3)

hope you enjoy reading it!

[directionerplusgleek]

Alby's trying his hardest to keep his ship in the air, but managing his chaotic crew and his own emotions is beginning to take its toll.

Submission for AU-gust 2024 - Crossover/Fusion

[dontcallmebree]

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!

[theladycarpathia]

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?”

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Life Finds a Way

Master list

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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.”

[reyev]

🌹 🌹

From my Firefly AU that idk if it will ever get finished. Also I'm cheating this is 4 lines but it works best together.

“I am a smart man. I passed every exam put before me to legitimize my presence on my home world, have cracked the secure vaults of dozens of high society socialites, and can evade federal marshals while half asleep. I was once told that if I’d been admitted to Core academies I would likely have graduated top of my class. I make these claims to you only so that when I tell you that Slip Jackson makes me look like an idiot child, you understand my full meaning.”

[thewolfparadox]

November Word Count

Total: 9,086 words

(all for the Firefly AU)

I went back to my nanowrimo lessons and did two things that helped bolster my word count for last month

word sprints

killing my inner editor

editing as I write is my biggest problem in terms of speed so the later chapters of the rough draft are much rougher (but it's working)

I may start posting this month (possibly even before finishing the draft bc let's be real it's Really long)

[crookshallowao3]

"You get more interesting all the time, Captain."

"Glad to be a point of interest," he says, tone flat, but taking pains to put a companionable glint in his eye. There are too many people here, and Dabi doesn't seem to be turning his back anytime soon. "But we'll have to pick this up later, I've got someplace to be."

"Shame," Dabi says, "will you be at dinner?"

Katsuki rubs his hand once between furrowed brows at the thought of suffering through the droning meal, but he nods. He steps away from the column, passing his mostly empty drink back into Midoriya's hand, lets his fingers brush against his knuckles.

Midoriya twirls the glass in his hand. He spins it till he can line his mouth up exactly with the smudged mark Katsuki's lips have left on the glass. He tips it backwards and finishes it off.

Katsuki pretends he's not watching, moving his gaze firmly to Dabi's face.

"See you there?"

Dabi gives him a sharp smile and a single friendly nod.

"Later then," Katsuki says, disappearing back into the crowd.

[damniteggs]

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

[mangetsuame]

Firefly AU! (yes both people shown are Feitan)

Tw for a lot of blood under the cut

Yes I know he looks like Genya my twin has already pointed that out. No I do not care.

[avatarskywalker78]

🦫+ Sophia Reynolds

Their worst enemy:

The entire fucking Alliance.

Their saddest moment:

When Mal left to go to war - she didn't want him to go and kept asking him to stay on-planet and was very upset when he finally left.

Their first love:

As of yet, Sophia does not have a love interest.

Their happy place:

As much as she has one these days, the fields outside her new town, as she often goes to hang out with her friends.

Do they believe in ghosts or not?:

It's not so much a question of that as hoping they don't exist - between her homeworld being firebombed and being half convinced her father's dead, she doesn't want to be haunted and doesn't want anyone she knew to not be able to move on.

Their favourite snack:

Salted caramel cookies.

Their go-to method for letting off steam:

Honing her swordfighting skills.

Their type in lover/partner (if they have those desires):

Someone who can be relied upon and trusted, and willing to listen to others.

If they have a lucky object:

Nope.

Their star sign:

Aquarius.

[thedeerus]

so here's stellaron hunters. i didn't change sw and firefly names because eh they kinda fit

the astral express