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1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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Love me kiddway

HEY IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE YOU SENT ME THIS, ANON, BUT LUCKY FOR YOU I AM STILL KIDDWAY TRASH SO I AM FINALLY FULFILLING THIS, but so you know fluff doesn’t come easy to me so this was very difficult and i hope you aren’t disappointed lmao

P.S. I am avidly working on a modern kiddway au fic that is over 20k words long and growing so… something to look forward to?

Title. sunsets
Character. edward kenway/james kidd (mary read)
Rating. pg
Words. 
754Summary. Appreciate the little things.Notes. for this

Edward clamored to the top of the windmill in Kingston where he’d first encountered James as Mary. He had to smile at the memory, at how confused he’d been. Speaking of, he was meant to meet her here. It was rare for him to beat her in punctuality. He took a seat on the wooden shingles and removed the flask of rum he had fixed to his belt. The blades of the windmill spun lazily in front of a spectacular view of the crystal water, glittering as the sun approached the horizon. Edward took a swig and savored the familiar warmth trickling down his throat.

He heard light steps behind him and knew Mary had arrived.

“You’re late,” Edward teased. He looked up at her and his eyes followed as she lowered herself to join him, sitting to his right.

“Aye, I had some… business to attend to.” Her tone suggested it was Assassin related and he probably wouldn’t be interested; or she didn’t want to share. She took the flask from him and helped herself. Mary had her hair wrapped up in her bandana, but her shirt was open, exposing the floral tattoo on her chest.

“Do you have some new quest or queer riddle for me?” a small part of him hoped she did. He would never admit it to Mary, but he awfully enjoyed impressing her with his wits.

“Nothing of the sort,” she took another swig and gave the flask back to him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. The lowering sun bathed them in a warm, golden light and made Mary’s hazel eyes appear exceptionally bright as she stared out at the city below them with its many houses and buildings rolling down to the sea.

“What purpose brings us here, then?” he swallowed a generous amount of the rum before corking the flask and reattaching it to his outfit.

“The view, mate.”

“Would that be you or the landscape?“

“The sunset, you picaroon.”

Edward laughed. “What makes this poxy view so damned special? It’s not different than the hundreds of others you or I have seen at sea.”

Mary clucked her tongue at him, “As usual, you miss the point, Edward.”

“Suppose you’ll enlighten me?”

“When do I not,” she grinned at him, sly and goading as he often found her to be.

“So, this view?” he pressed. The sun was starting to pass the ridge of land to the west and the horizon tinged pink. The color reflected in the water, stretching towards the shore. The clouds in the sky were bright with orange and neon, soft and delicate. Mary scanned his face, a little spark in her eyes telling him that she was glad she had his attention.

He looked back out to the ocean she was so keen for him to observe. Behind them was becoming blue with night as stars began to dot the sky. The sun was almost gone now, a strip of yellow and red along the horizon all that remained. Inland the ocean was dark as it lapped the the beach. Still, the light reflected on the water.

“It isn’t about this particular view. It’s about stopping to appreciate things. Little things. They do matter, as much as you like to think they don’t. There’s more to this world than glory and treasure, Kenway.”

Mary’s finger tips reached out to gently direct his chin to look at her in the dying light. She leaned in and gave him a very soft, chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away. He didn’t think Mary capable of an action so tender and he felt a warmth he hadn’t experienced since his early days with Caroline. What felt like ages ago.

“I appreciated that,” Edward smirked. He angled towards her in an attempt to kiss her in turn, but just as his mouth was near her own, she stayed him with a hand on his chest. Bloody tease that she was with her words, she was with her body in equal measure.

“If I just let you have it you wouldn’t appreciate it, now would you?” the words ghosted over his lips. Smiling coy as she did, Mary stood, leaving Edward wanting. He gave a slight frown as she moved to leave. Kisses or no, he was fond of her company and he couldn’t deny that. “Think on my words, Edward.” She sauntered to the edge of the windmill and disappeared over the edge into the night.

Edward enjoyed the view.

[buftie]

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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i would like to take this time to say even though it's been almost a year i am still doing stuff. just, ya know, real life happens.

Can you please write more Mature kiddway fics/drabbles? I absolutely loved every piece you wrote for them especially Storm i read at least ten times by now you're really the best! Another one pls?

oh my goodness this is so incredibly sweet! wow ok. i have a couple planned (tease: one involves sword fights the other is a modern AU), but have been working on another project (teen wolf fic i had on hiatus for a year so it’s kinda priority rn). don’t worry, they’ll get done!

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drabbles: send me characters and a prompt

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out one character fighting with/or against another.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character asking another character to join them.

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character killing another.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning another character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character healing another.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about the specified characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character freeing another, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about a character under the subject of wedlock [be it characters proposing to or marrying another, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about the specified characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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kiddway with a future au??

i took this to mean as if mary didn’t die and not as kiddway in a futuristic universe… hope that’s what you meant

Guards on his tail, Edward pushed himself to sprint to Anne and Ah Tabai where they had a boat waiting. Mary was a heavy, dead weight in his arms, but he could still feel her barely breathing, one arm weakly draped around the back of his neck. Relief washed over him as he made it into the boat and Ah Tabai pushed off, Mary’s head in his lap he assured her, “I can save you, I won’t leave you.”

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oh! in that case, uhhh... the ever-popular zombie apocalypse scenario?

fandom and pairing was teen wolf, chris/kate.(i kind of wanna expand on this AU now tbh)

"Fuck, fuck," Chris growled, leg bleeding from a bite - they were surrounded, trapped inside a rusty VW bus that was currently saving their lives. Kate swallowed hard, both knowing what she’d have to do. Chris’ life wasn’t safe for much longer.

gimme a pairing and an AU. i’ll write a 3 sentence fic.

[buftie]

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

[buftie]

send me one of the following numbers + a ship --

—and i’ll whip up a drabble for you about any of the following:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: A Kiss with a Fist

22: Then there’s tongue

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Can you please write more Mature kiddway fics/drabbles? I absolutely loved every piece you wrote for them especially Storm i read at least ten times by now you're really the best! Another one pls?

oh my goodness this is so incredibly sweet! wow ok. i have a couple planned (tease: one involves sword fights the other is a modern AU), but have been working on another project (teen wolf fic i had on hiatus for a year so it's kinda priority rn). don't worry, they'll get done!

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hp; angelina/fred

Title. made of glass Character. angelina/fred Rating. pg-13 Words. 1,224 Summary. After George loses his ear, Fred finds himself more affected than he lets on. Notes. written for comment_fic

The Burrow was quiet. Fred lay still, unable to sleep. George was downstairs on the couch, no one wanted to move him while he was injured. Just the mere sight of his twin's empty bed was like a wake up call. It made his mind race and panic: it could have been the end. He could have lost his best friend, his other half, all in a single night, a single moment. The mere thought of going on alone made tears well in his eyes and his breath catch harshly in his lungs. It was too intense, too much, just to see the rumpled covers.

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the pacific; leckie/runner

Title. breed Character. leckie/runner Rating. pg-13 Words. 974 Summary. In a foxhole Runner finds himself hornier than ever in his life. Notes. written in 2012

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hp; remus/sirius

Title. joints at night Character. remus/sirius Prompt. you and me and a bowl of weed Rating. pg-13 Words. 718 Summary. Remus and Sirius go to the Shrieking Shack to smoke a joint and get a little frisky. Notes. written in 2010

"This would be so much easier with Prongs's Cloak." "Well, we haven't got it." "Git's off necking with Evans: apparently, she's more important than us now." "Don't be that way, Padfoot."

"Yeah, yeah," Sirius waved off Remus's diplomatic attitude. "Guess it's just you, me, and a bowl of weed. . . well, a joint of weed."

"Suits me fine."

"You're easy to please," Sirius snorted.

"Shut it. We should be quieter anyhow - we're not exactly obeying school rules, sneaking around, you know?"

"When do we abide by the rules?"

"Good point," Remus conceded, grinning.

The two made their way through the dark to the Whomping Willow and bypassed its fury by pressing the knot in the tree. The pair climbed down the passageway and found themselves in the familiar territory of the Shrieking Shack. They sat on the scarred floor facing each other. Sirius took a joint (rolled in their dorm) from a pocket in his robes.

"Light me, mate?" Sirius said and set the white stick to his lips. Remus mumbled a small spell and a tiny fire emitted from the top of his wand like a lighter. Sirius cupped one hand around one side and Remus the other. He inhaled a few puffs to get it going.

Sirius always thought there was something sensual about lighting something for someone else: joint, bowl, cigarette, no matter who it was. Remus especially. Watching Remus's lips barely part as he said the spell, Remus's slender, beautiful fingers so close to his. It made him giddy, often to the point of some level of arousal.

He passed the joint to Remus, grinning when their hands brushed, and blew smoke into Remus's face. Remus smiled modestly and took a deep drag. Sirius took it back and toked from it lightly.

"Come here," he motioned to Remus, smoke drifting out his nose and mouth.

"Why?" Remus asked, curiosity in his voice.

"Shotgun."

Remus leaned forward with his lips parted, watching Sirius' mouth and eyes. Sirius took yet another drag and bent forward, mouth so close to Remus' and blew the smoke from his lungs to Remus'. Simultaneously, they moved to kiss each other, their lips meeting. Only after Sirius removed his tongue from Remus's mouth did Remus pull away to exhale the smoke, slowly opening his eyes.

With each drag thereafter, the hits were shotgunned from one mouth to the other. As the joint got smaller and smaller, the boys smoking it got higher and hornier. By the the time a roach had formed, burning their fingertips, they were staring at each other hungrily. With nothing left to smoke, Sirius and Remus resisted the urge to kiss and grope one another. This had happened before, but not often. It wasn't that things got awkward or that messing around wasn't fun. They valued their friendship more than a fuck, didn't want to get involved too much, and wanted to avoid something unregrettable going public - Sirius had a reputation to uphold and Remus didn't want that kind of attention a revelation would bring. The morning after they had decided they could never do more than make-out; everything else was just too intimate. This posed a problem to them both when left alone and high in the Shack.

"We really shouldn't," Sirius said, voice low, expressing what they both were thinking, but in no way feeling that it was the right decision.

After a few moments of silence, Remus let out a breath full of lust with the words, "Fuck it." He moved forward and kissed Sirius, gripping the hair at the back of his head. Sirius didn't think, he just acted. High, he could feel all the molecules in his body - every time Remus made contact with him, his skin tingled.

. . . .

"Aren't you glad James wasn't there?" Remus quipped as they crawled out of the tunnel and onto Hogwarts grounds. Sirius merely grinned as they made their way back to the dorm.

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along with a few brand spanking new pieces you can expect to see me posting older stuff (from my fic LJ and stuff, so as far back potentially as 2009). so yeah, pay no attention to she shittier writing of the reposts. i just want my fic in a tangible place and i've chosen this blog for that.

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Break me, Kiddway, pretty please?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG OMG i’m trash

Title. bottle of rumCharacter. edward kenwayRating. gWords. 360Summary. Sometimes Edward has trouble sleeping.Notes. for this

Some nights, after Jenny, Haytham, and Tessa had gone to sleep Edward sat in his study, wide awake with a tumbler of rum in front of him. That glass was usually the only thing keeping him from guzzling an entire bottle, a habit he had almost entirely broken since his days of pirating. But some nights…. some nights he missed them all too much. Caroline, Thatch, Rackham, Hornigold even… and Mary. Thinking of her made him pour himself another glass and drink it as if water.

It was difficult to fully picture Caroline’s face. He could recall her expressions of anger and disappointment, mostly the emotion in her eyes. He remembered those, her aqua eyes swimming with tears. Nothing else about her seemed important to him now.

Perhaps it was only because his time with Mary was not so far back, but her face he could produce with precision. Her calculating eyes, fierce cheekbones, that knowing smirk. He also remembered the callouses on her hands, the scars and tattoos hidden beneath layers of clothing. He remembered how she had believed in him like no one else in his life ever had. He filled his tumbler again and swallowed the contents.

As well as he could picture her living, drinking, talking, touching him, he could also hear her final words, see her lifeless body in his arms as if it were before him. He grabbed the bottle and took a hearty swig, knowing he should retire to the bed he shared with Tessa rather than getting drunk on rum and memories. He lost himself and began to cry, thinking of her pale, pained face, recalling her sounds of anguish as he tried so much to get her out of that hole alive. I’ll be with you, Kenway. A low sob escaped him and he placed his head in his hands. I’ll be with you. Perhaps just the drink, yet he swore he felt a ghost of warmth on the back of his neck and the faint smell of her.

A foolish notion, an idiot’s hope, he thought. With a heavy heart and heavy head, he resigned himself to sleep, if only to stay his tears.

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ac4; edward kenway/james kidd

Title. storm Character. edward kenway/james kidd (mary read) Rating. r Words. 2,517 Summary. Frisky business turns into something a little more serious at Great Inagua.  Notes. written for this thingy. (feel free to submit more... even though it took me like two weeks to write this oops)

The humidity hung heavy as rain poured. Their crews busy and sheltered at the tavern and brothel, Mary and Edward had the manor at Great Inagua to themselves. The doors and windows were wide open, as if the damp night air outside was any cooler than the interior. It served no other purpose than to trick the mind, and a feeble trick at that. Both had taken to their undergarments, for once without the initial intent to further disrobe.

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inception; dom, mal

Title. the room Character. dom cobb, mal Prompt. "i'm allowed; i'm bleeding!" Rating. pg-13 Words. 317 Summary. Dom dreams Notes. written for comment_fic.

He comes in and Mal's back is to him, he sees her through the bathroom doorway - she's in front of the sink. Sometimes this doesn't end well. Dom approaches carefully, loving and gentle more than anything else. It's like nothing ever happened; the hotel room is pristine, warm, sensual. It's what they should have had. He should know better by now, but he doesn't. He holds onto her too hard. He snakes his arms around her waist. Her navy bathrobe is silk against his skin and he can feel how thin she is, how frail, despite her curves. He buries his face at the crook of her neck and inhales her. She doesn't move to put her hands over his like she normally would. He hugs her closer. "Did I do something?" he murmurs, partially humored. He's sure there's nothing. No reaction. "You're awfully silent, and still." She teeters sideways, but he's there to steady her. "Mal? Why are you acting this way?" "I'm allowed: I'm bleeding!" she snarls, indignant, spinning around in his arms. He steps back and she is. Her wrists are cut open, several long, vertical gashes decorating them both. There's a razor blade dangling between her fingers, slick with blood. I touched her, she wasn't bleeding. Was she? How could I have missed it? It's happening again - what am I doing wrong... "I can't wake up, Dom," she whines, voice hoarse and tired. Shaking violently with nerve damage, she lifts the razor again and slashes her wrist before him for every statement that she makes: "I CAN'T WAKE UP. I CAN'T WAKE UP!" She's repeating it again and again, manic, cutting into her tendons as he steps back from her and she advances. Dom starts awake in a cold sweat, tears in his eyes and he can't catch his breath. He removes the PASIV needle from his arm and shuts its case. Another day begins.