Hi everyone! My blog's tag search thingy hates me and someone asked me if I'd put my writing in one place so I decided to create a Masterlist
Most of these are Firefly fics (as y'all know) but I'll add my original stuff under OG if y'all are ever interested in reading them
(Also, I finally learned how to make hyperlinks, yay!)
Writing Masterlist Part 2 (because I've apparently written too much)
Firefly fic requests are [open]
Now, onward with the links ->
Yeehawgust 2024 ->
Day 1
Whumperless whump event
[See Writing Masterlist part 2]
June of Doom 2024
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Yeehawgust 2023 (I'll add these slowly but surely because I have to manually scroll back to last year August-)
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The season of Madox market was in full swing, people from all over the Dharian Archipelago sailing to sell their wares.
Captain Alexandros Dunoran jammed his hat onto his head and stared out at the sea of colourful canopies already spilling into the dock yard, scowling. Behind him, Casya, the first mate, stepped off the gangplank with a thud, her boots scuffing on the sun-bleached wood.
A merchant dressed in bright yellow robes brushed past them, half a dozen people carrying boxes following in his wake. Alexandros made a face and Casya shoved him forward, grinning at the merchant when he glanced back at them.
“You need to learn to control your face,” she murmured, pulling the captain between two nearby stalls. He huffed, dodging an aggressive looking spice seller, and ignoring a weather-beaten fish monger who looked close to gutting things that were more human shaped.
“I’ll learn to control it when the bastards learn to behave.”
They tumbled onto one of the main roads, the street barely wide enough for three people to stand next to each other. Shouting weaved together with the sounds of clinking coins and laughing market goers, the faint sound of an argument holding it all together.
“Where are we meeting him again?” Alexandros asked. He felt a faint tug at his side and pulled his satchel closer, glaring at the thin hand reaching into his bag. The urchin glared back, reluctantly removing her hand, handing the captain back his small coin purse.
“Thank ye, now bugger off.”
He gave her a copper piece. Before she could disappear, he knelt, catching her wrist in a gentle hold. “Careful who you steal from next time, aye?”
He gave her thin wrist a squeeze and shooed her off. Casya watched as the little slip of a girl slipped into the crowd, grinning proudly at the small treasure in her hand.
The sound of the argument got louder, breaking the daily melody, and as it reached a crescendo, a group of men suddenly spilled onto the street, all of them bloody.
The whole street went quiet, watching as half of the men pulled out knives and the other half raised their fists. Slowly, everyone went back to what they were doing, walking around the fighting group like they were only a mild inconvenience. An ambitious food seller immediately started a betting ring on who would win.
Alexandros started walking again, keeping a hand on his cutlass just in case. You did not survive South Point without a warning sign. Preferably a big and pointy warning sign.
“Anyway, where did he-” he stopped, a dizzying sense of worry setting in when he did not feel Casya next to him. Turning around, his blue eyes desperately searched the crowded street for a familiar mop of curly hair.
She was standing a few steps behind him, swaying slightly, staring intensely at a point somewhere behind the fighting group. Someone shouldered past her but she ignored him, barely acknowledging the small dagger he was fingering.
Alexandros quickly stood in front of her, glaring at the man.
“Either you leave or I cut off your feet and throw you into the sea. You don’t need them for swimming, do you?”
He swept his heavy jacket away, the sunlight glinting off his cutlass.
“It’s your choice, friend.”
The man spat, smirking at the captain before walking away. Alexandros wrinkled his nose in disgust at the spit puddle, before turning to Casya. When he saw her still hazy eyes, he looked around, quickly herding her into a nearby covered stall.
The tent flap slipped closed, throwing the tent into darkness. It took a while for their eyes to adjust to the gloom, rusting gas lamps hanging from haphazardly strung ropes. Hundreds of trinkets covered every available surface, a few of the larger ones standing in the narrow aisles. It was quiet in the tent, the sounds from outside muted through the thick canvas.
Casya drew in a sharp breath and blinked, frowning slightly. He pulled her closer, twining their fingers together.
“You with me, sister?” he whispered.
She nodded, playing with the ring on his index finger.
They were quiet for a few seconds just breathing together. After a while she pulled away and he let her. Focusing on a far corner of the tent, he let his eyes wonder over the wares.
“He got a new handle,” she said.
“Didn’t He get a new one a month or so ago?”
Casya grinned. “Oh, aye, He did. He broke it again.”
Alexandros’ laugh boomed through the small tent, startling something hidden under one of the tables. There was a hiss and he went quiet, staring wide-eyed at the swirling shadows.
“Already? How’d He break it?” he asked, slowly moving closer to the tent opening.
She shrugged, bending down to try and see what was hissing.
“It probably had something to do with that battle at Darquinite cove.”
“Why are you- You know what, I should know better by now.” He sighed. “Please don’t get bitten. We still need to get a doc’ and I don’t have enough money to pay a freelancer.”
“I won’t, don’t worry, brother.”
She ignored his mumbled ‘I always worry’ and held out a hand. A pinkish snout poked out, sniffling cautiously before pulling back, disappearing into the shadows again. Casya stood up and stretched, throwing Alexandros a sly look.
“Careful, captain, maybe it’ll sniff you to death.”
He glared at her, but she only brushed past him.
“C’mon, we’re late.”
“It’s not my fault.”
“Oh, and it’s mine?”
Casya threw the faded canvas flap open, the sunlight blindingly bright. Sound from outside filtered in, filling the tiny space.
Something on a nearby table glinted in a way that gold never could, and it caught the captain’s eye. Moving closer, he picked it up, throwing sun glares onto the canvas and turning it a vivid purple. It was round and looked like a spyglass lens.
“We need a new one,” Casya said, searching the table for the price ticket. Cursing quietly, she hooked her foot around a nearby stool foot and pulled it closer. Climbing onto it with another curse she started sifting through the cluttered table.
Turning the lens around, Alexandros frowned. He brought it closer to his eye and squinted. Swivelling around to look at her, his frown deepened.
“It’s not a lens,” he said. Handing her the not-lens, he blinked and smiled, tilting his head back to look up at her. “When did you get so tall?”
“Around the time you shut up.”
Instead of being entirely flat the not-lens (disc?) bulged out around the middle, tapering down until it was flat near the edge. Casya rubbed at it, the pad of her thumb catching on the rough surface. Spotting the price ticket, she handed the disc back and grabbed the grubby paper with a smile.
“Do you think the owner will be willing to exchange copper for bronze?” she asked, showing Alexandros the price.
His face lit up with a grin brighter than the sunlight still streaming in through the open flap.
“It’s either that or lose money. And we both know they don’t like that.”
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Author's note-
Hi! If this is your first time reading my writing, good luck.
If you're already familiar with my writing, I'm happy you survived it.
Looks like I finally started writing something that isn't fanfic😂
Note, this is being cross-posted on the Deadlines for Writers website, so I'll post the next piece here when it's live there (it's about a month between each prompt)
This is an OG story I've been wanting to write for almost 2 years now and it's all mostly @theetravy 's fault. More on this in a stand alone author's note I'll add the link to here. Also, if you want to know more on the worldbuilding/characters, just follow the tag chaotic pirates and you'll find them
Warning! English isn't my first language so please be nice to all the formatting and grammer issues you will encounter.
Taglist (I hope it's fine if I tag you, if not, let me know!) - @mr-orion
