Hunter's Coffee

Sit, have a coffee. Currently Inactive. Masterlist/AO3/Ko-fi

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Star Wars Oneshot Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Fancy Seeing You Here - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Farewells - Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Padme Amidala

Masked Crush - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

The Pain of Love - Boba Fett

Healing Breeze - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Cold Love - Darth Vader x Reader

Kings, Queens, and Princesses - Boba Fett x Reader

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Frozen Nights

Oneshot Masterlist Black Noir x Reader Warnings: Swearing, Nudity Word Count: 529

Your breath clouded in front of you like you were breathing fire, you stood in a frozen wasteland, sheets of ice stretched as far as you could see and snowflakes fell from the sky, only to be caught in your eyelashes. Your whole body shook and you could see why when you looked down at yourself, you wore nothing. Your bare toes were blue against the ice, the rest of your feet, and whole body for that matter, was a bright red, cheeks blushed against the cold.

“What the fuck?” you muttered to yourself under your breath. Still absolutely mystified as to how you managed to find your way to what looked like Antarctica whilst naked. You had come to terms with your death many times during your employment with Vought, though each time you had thought you were dying for the sake of humanity, now you were just freeing to death. Oh god you hoped no one wrote that on your tombstone, Y/N L/N died of hypothermia whilst naked in the Antarctic. You took a tentative step forward, lightly pressing the pad of your right foot into the ice, as soon as you put weight on that foot the ice cracked. At that moment you had a single thought. Fuck.

You vaulted out of bed. Chest heaving as you glanced around the room. It was indeed freezing, but you were not in Antarctica, which came as a relief to you. A look to your left told you why you had been so cold. Noir lay in bed, completely covered in the pile of blankets that you had sworn you had covered yourself in before you had fallen asleep. He had his back to you, completely silhouetted in the dark room. You took a moment to compose yourself before you crawled across the bed, trying to move over him without waking him up. It was so rare that Noir slept the whole night without being plagued by nightmares or the guilt forced upon him by Vought.

As gently as possible you pulled part of the duvet and blankets off him in order to bury yourself into his warmth. Though you had tried your hardest to be ever so gentle you knew he had been awake since you had woken from your dream. Noir lifted an arm so you could better nestle into him.

“I’m sorry about waking you up.” you murmured.

“Is fine.” came his whispered reply, his voice was thick with sleep, making it even deeper than it normally was. He pulled the duvet over you, then rested his arm over your waist, pulling you further into him. You were already about to fall asleep, the rhythm of his heart a lullaby.

“I love you.” you mumbled, you missed the blush that spread across his face and the smile that lit his face up because you had your face pressed into his chest.

“I love you too, more than you know.” he kissed the top of your head, listening to your breathing even as you fell back asleep. You loved him, he was nothing, barely recognised by most, not even his own person. You loved him.

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Hey! If you’re still doing request and prompt lists, may I request “Hogging the bedsheets” with Black Noir x Supe!reader?

It should be up by the time this is posted.

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Happy International Women’s Day to all the trans women who have to remain closeted for their safety. To the trans women that are out. To the trans women that have gotten surgery. To the trans women that have not. To the trans women who are also disabled. To the trans women of color. To the trans women that want to transition. The the trans women that don’t. To the trans women who don’t use she/her pronouns. To the trans butch women. To all the trans women that are prominent figures in their communities. To the trans women that are not.

You’re all worthy of love and happiness every day of the year. 💕

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telling a fic writer their characterization is good is the god tier of compliments, and the fastest way to find someone who will commit murder for you

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rb if your account is a safe space for polyamorous people

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Healing Breeze

Star Wars Oneshot Masterlist Anakin Skywalker x Reader Warnings: Angst and unedited Word Count: 329

So here he lay, no limbs left, still burning alive, the fire exposing every muscle, vein, bone and piece of flesh. His eyes glowed yellow, red rimming the pupil. You watched from afar as your lover slowly died.

“They killed me first,” you whispered, your whole body glowed blue. You stood from your cross-legged position, and floated down the hill to him. He had stopped screaming, the pain was past that now, shock would take him soon. He lifted his head as if he sensed you as you neared him.

“I told you we shouldn’t do this,” you murmured to him as you sat beside you, “look at what you’ve become.” 

“O-Obi-Wan, he killed y-you,” every word was forced and lanced with pain.

“No,” you smiled, “Palpatine killed me, don’t join him Anakin, don’t do that to the galaxy,” for a split second you could have sworn you saw the deep, beautiful blue return to his eyes. You lifted your hands to his body, closing your eyes as you tried to connect to him with the force, your eyes fluttered open when you were successful. Your back curved as you felt his pain, pulling it from him to you, your skin burnt, your eyes watered and your face contorted. Using the force again you let the agony leave you flowing from your body to the force.

“Anakin, you have to kill Palpatine and rebuild the Jedi,” your tone was soft as you stood again.

“Y/N, wait, don’t leave me again, please,” he cried, the blue was returning to his eyes as you faded away and back to the force where you were at peace.

“I’ll always be with you,” that was the last thing you said before you disappeared. Anakin let his head fall back to the rocks, breathing heavily in the distance he heard Palpatine’s voice and the footsteps of the clones. Kill Palpatine. Your voice echoed around his head, repeating that one line over and over again.

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The Pain of Love

Star Wars Oneshot Masterlist Boba Fett x Reader Warnings: Angst… and it unedited... Word Count: 689 A/N: I’m addicted to Boba Fett now...

"Cyar'ika," he mumbled, deep voice coated in sleep. You hummed in question as you turned in his arms to face him. He moved his face closer to yours, placing a gentle kiss on your nose. 

"What's the matter?" you whispered softly, eyes still closed as he pulled you closer to him, breathing in your warmth as you nestled your face into his neck, the muscles there pushing against your cheek. 

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum or'atu," he said, words spilling naturally from his lips. You sighed deeply in content. 

"Why do you say that every night? Even when we're fighting." you whispered into his neck, he shivered as your breath tickled him, you smiled at how wrapped around your finger he was. 

"Because I'm scared of tomorrow, losing you, leaving you in this world," you couldn't see it but tears threatened to spill down his cheeks at the thought of never seeing you again. 

"I promise I'm never going to leave," you slid your hand up to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there as you pulled your face away from the crook of his neck. "But, you can't promise that I'll never lose you, we'll never know if they'll be an us tomorrow but that doesn't scare me because there was an us today and an us yesterday and an us the day before that and everyday there is an us is the best day of my life. You might leave me forever and I'll miss you more than you'll ever know, but I'll be okay because you'll be with me in my memories and dreams."

"I love you so much," his grip around you turned impossibly tighter, "I promise to try my hardest to come home to you no matter what." 

"That's all I need," you murmured, pressing a shallow kiss to his lips, the weight of sleep still heavy on you. 

He left you. And it felt worse than you had ever thought it would, you cried every day, barely having energy to leave your bed. The bed was the worst reminder of his death, his spot still smelt like him, but it was cold, you wore his clothes around your house, wanted to feel him for as long as you possibly could. You didn't dare sleep in his spot out of fear that as soon as you did it would make his demise real. You only left the house for the market place when you were low on food, every single time you expected him to miraculously be sitting at the table, or napping on the couch, some terrible radio station playing. You had just come back from a trip to the market. You stuck your keys in the door but it just swung open before you could unlock it, causing you to bite your lower lip and draw the blaster you kept on you ‘just in case’ from one of the bags. You left the shopping at the door as you poked the gun through the crack between the door and its frame, then slowly opened it until your eyes met with him.

“Put the blaster down, little one,” it was his voice too.

“Maker, Boba?” you huffed, eyes filling with tears of happiness, scars covered his face, the hair you loved running your fingers through was gone, but it was him and you’d love him no matter what he looked like.

“Hey Cyar'ika,” he smiled that smile that made your heart melt, and it was all it took for you to throw yourself at him. Needing to feel him, touch him to make sure he was real. He closed his arms around you and you took a deep breath, trying to inhale his scent.

“I lied,” you whispered into his neck, “living without you is hell.”

“I’m so sorry I left you,” you felt something wet hit your cheek and you realised he was crying. You pulled him closer, hand moving to the nape of his neck, fingers ghosting over where his hair used to be.

“I love you so much,” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to savor this moment as best as you could.

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Masked Crush

Star Wars Oneshot Masterlist Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x Reader Warnings: angst, violence, the usual sw stuff Word Count: 1.6k

He was laughing on the inside, he really was. He had never seen your face, your body and he knew nothing about you. What colour were your eyes? Your lips? Your skin? What did your voice sound like without the modulator in its way. Even though he had never seen you, he was in love with you. The way your beskar curved over your chest, the rasp of your laugh through the helmet, your impulsiveness and most of all, no matter how closed off you seemed to others you were so open and caring to him and the child. Whenever he realised he didn’t know who you were beneath the armour he got the unhappily reminder that you didn’t know who he was either or what he looked like, to be frank he sometimes forgot who he was too.

Din’s latest reminder of his crush on you was when you had breathed a heavy sigh, one that the modulator picked up. He just cocked his helmet at you like your breath of relief was a massive insult to his flying. And as if you were reading his mind.

“That was an insult to your flying, we nearly died!” you clarified to him. He breathed his own sigh, but his of frustration and slight anger.

“I saved our asses,” he bit out, “not my fault the New Republic dropped out of nowhere.”

“It was New Republic space,” you reminded him, he could only guess what your expression looked like right now, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly quirked in the corner, eyes shining with amusement at how defensive he was acting.

What he did know of you was very little to go off, he knew that you had joined the clan when you were 13 by your own choice and you were born on Mandalore during the Clone Wars. And of course he knew of your reputation as a bounty hunter and he had witnessed your skill.

“You also did a shit job of trying to fix it,” you unhelpfully commented.

“Thanks,” he grumbled.

“Do you know the name of this super special Mandalorian?” you asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“No.” he said, you groaned at his unhelpful answer.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself. "I'm going to get some rest." 

You must have fallen asleep because you woke to the Razor Crest beeping out an orchestra of warning sounds and the ship herself rattling as you essentially fell to the planet's surface. Din was grabbing her controls with what must be a white knuckled grip. If all that wasn't enough a woman's voice was echoing through the coms warning your partner that you were coming in too fast. 

"Holy shit," you breathed as you took it all in, powerless to do anything except watch and hold the child. Out of some miracle he managed to land the ship, on the platform, perfectly. But of course that didn't last long. Razor Crest tipped over the edge and plummeted into the water surrounding the platform. 

"Fuck." that's all Din said, that was it. 

"I'm flying next time," you growled. 

"No, your kiffin' not," he snapped at your blatant rudeness. 

"Mando look at the fucking transparasteel, you can't see see shit out of it, no to mention the state the metal alloy." you bit back, he huffed, chucking a few credits at the Mon Calamari by the spaceport and asking him to fix her the best he could, which to be honest couldn’t be that good by the looks of her.. You were too busy staring at the ship to realise he, the child and the frog lady had walked off, happily enough you got there in time to watch the reunion of the frog lady and the frog gentleman, it warmed your heart, just the joy you needed after such a shit day. In return for her passage the frog couple took you and Din to an Inn not far from the port and mostly filled with amphibious species. Just as you sat down a Mon Calamari approached you, asking what you wanted to eat and as quick as ever Din had just very coolly slid some credits across the table.

“Chowder and… information.” you would have killed to see his face when he said that, just his tone of voice sent shivers of arousal down your back.

As Din and the Calamari spoke you watched the kid and his chowder with jealous and hungry eyes, your stomach rumbled as if to acknowledge your hunger.

“Maker, I’m starving,” you murmured, not loud enough for the voice modulator to pick it up. Suddenly part of the child’s dinner launched itself at him, the baby let out a startled gurgle that turned to scared baby language. You pulled the dagger you had strapped to your thigh and slid it into the edible creature, then greedily watched as it fell into the bowl of probably disgusting chowder. What drew your attention from the child’s meal was a Quarren walking with loose shoulders towards you. 

“You seek others of your kind?” he asked, his tone rough like someone who’d been hardened over the years.

“Have you seen them?” Din asked, overly curious.

“Aye, I can bring you to them,” he added, then he started chuckling and your blood ran cold with fear and adrenaline. 

“Where.”

“Only a few hours sail, it’ll cost you though,” he added, getting up from the table. Without even consulting you Din slid even more credit across the table as if you weren’t broke enough.

“When do we leave?”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” you scolded under your breath to him, “You’ve put the child, me and yourself in danger.”

“You didn’t have to come,” he scoffed, though he had badly wanted you to come.

“And let you get killed, I think not,” you huffed, glancing over to the child’s cot. Your little conversation was interrupted when a shipmate came to stand beside you.

“Ever seen a mamacore eat?” he asked, you blinked, “Quite a sight, child might take an interest.” as if on cue you glanced over to the baby, he had his chin tilted up so he could watch his father. “You should come over, take a look.” the Quarren invited, Din hesitantly pushed himself away from the banner and followed the alien to the hatch in the middle of the ship.

You had seen Jedi, heard stories of how they could predict the future, get feelings about what was about to happen. You weren’t force sensitive but you had a devastatingly bad feeling about what was about to happen. You were right. It happened in seconds, the hatch door slid open and the crew fed the beast, the Quarren that had led you there began blabbering on about feeding the thing and then with the end of his staff the bastard knocked the child’s crate into the hatch and Din, without a thought dived in after him.

“Close the gate!” the alien shouted, the sudden shocked expression you wore turned quickly into a scowl.

“Demagolka,” you growled, planting your feet on the ground as you drew both guns. The hatch finished closing, and you shot your first victim, you had barely three dead when three beskar armoured individuals landed on the ship, the painting they wore was familiar but you couldn’t quite place it, no room for it, you were too worried about Din and the child. You had no choice but to put your faith in the strangers, taking off in the sprint to the control panels, trying to get there as fast as humanly possible, without hesitating shooting the Quarren that stood there. 

“Maker, which one? Which one?” you tried to picture how the shipmen had opened and shut it, then without time to think you grabbed the leaver and pulled back. To your utter relief the gate slid open, you moved quickly to the edge of the hatch, reaching your hand down as Din came back up. With all of your strength you pulled him out of the water quickly. “Shit, Mando, are you okay?” you didn’t let go of his hand, he couldn’t see it but your eyes were wide with worry.

“The child,” he gasped out. One of the other Mandalorians dove into the water only to emerge seconds later with the child. Both you and Din breathed a sigh of relief as the child as child was placed back into Din’s hands. But, your partner's somewhat relaxed demeanor was cut off when the ‘leader’ removed her helmet and you were met with a face you never thought you’d see again.

"You're not Mandalor-" Din started before you cut him off curtly. 

“Clan Kryze,” you spat out, so much uncontrollable venom in your voice. Her head snapped to you. You placed two hands on either side of your helmet then smoothly pulled it off.

“Y/N?” she whispered.

“Bo-Katan,” you had no room in your heart for pleasantries.

“Ad’ika please,” she started.

"Please what, mother?" you growled. Mother? Din nearly coughed in shock, then he saw your face, gone was the sarcastic, but kind Mandalorian Din knew and in its place was the living image of anger, grief and sadness. He wanted so badly to reach out and pull you into his arms, try to comfort you. Then he suddenly remembered the code, you had broken the code. 

"Give me the child, I'm going to see if I can help with the ship," your voice softened when you spoke to Din, then hardened again when you turned to your… Mother? "If you so much as follow me I'll kill you." that wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Without another word you picked the child up and cradled him in your arms then ignited the jetpack on your back, and left Bo-Katan with tears in her eyes.

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Kings, Queens, and Princesses

Star Wars Oneshot Masterlist Boba Fett x Reader Warnings: smut, unedited, degrading, public sex. Word Count: 809 A/N: I know im a fucking slut okay.

There he sat, completely reclined in the throne that suited him far to well. You bit your bottom lip, trying to control whatever shred of dignity you had left, that all fell apart when you heard the rumble of his voice, his hand beckoning you to him. Your feet carried you before you could do anything, your body in autodrive, so hypnotized by him. You didn’t fight it, you didn’t want to. A flame lit in your lower stomach, every little thing he did just feeding it, the cock of his helmet, the way he patted his thigh, urging you to join him on the throne. Your brain forgot every little bit of training you had, senses no longer alert, mind focused on only one thing, the man before you. 

The only part of him that moved as you walked closer was his helmet, following your every movement, tilting in what seemed like admiration for you.

“Hey princess, I saw you come in, did you think you could avoid me?” he rasped, voice modulated by the helmet, it made that flame into a bonfire. He moved both hands off the arm rests and onto your hips, digging his fingertips into your flesh deliciously harshly. One hand strayed from its starting place, making its way to your thigh, tracing the clothed skin as it did.

“I wanted a-” his hand settled below your pelvis, thumb pushing into your lips, you had to stifle the moan you wanted so badly to let out.

“You wanted what, sweetheart?” His composure didn’t even change, still calm and collected as he always was unless he was in the safety of your room.

“A- oh- shower,” I wanted to be nice, ready for you,” you managed as his thumb continued its gentle strokes over your pussy. 

“Maker, look at you, I’ve barely touched you and you’re ready to cum,” the bonfire was now a forest fire, burning you alive, “do you want me to take you right here, where everyone to see?” he continued his teasing, knowing there was nothing you could do but lightly buck your hips into his finger.

“Here,” you groaned out, “please.” You could hear him chuckling from inside the helmet at your desperation for your orgasm.

“My princess will let me fuck her right here,” he marveled, roughly pulling you on him so your knees were on either side of his thighs. You let out a quiet moan at the action. “Oh no little one, you’re going to have to be very quiet, can’t let anyone hear how you’re gonna fall apart on my fingers.” His gloved hand gripped at the lips of your pussy harshly, squeezing your clit between them, you buried your face in his neck to stifle the entourage of pleasure sounds you were about to make.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of your pants, sliding their front lower until his covered eyes saw the lacy underwear you wore underneath. His helmet tilted back up to your face.

“Baby girl, you knew I was going to fuck you, dirty slut wearing my favourite underwear.” his harsh tone sent a shiver down your spine as you let out a weak beg for him. He tutted at your neediness. “If you keep demanding I’m going to have to punish you.”

“I’ll be good for you, I promise,” you wined, wanting his fingers pumping in and out of you. His hand slipped into your underwear, brushing the hair that covered his most prized possession. You gripped the armrests in anticipation, knuckles turning white.

“Good girl,” he praised as he felt how wet you were, “always so ready for me, so perfect.” You pushed your face further into his neck as he dipped a finger tip in. Then two finger tips. Then two fingers thrust into your tight hole, knuckle deep. Boba let out a modulated groan at how you clenched around him. His thumb drew circles around your clit, you were already so close when he curled his fingers in you, making your back arch and your eyes roll back.

The pressure of your realization kept building and building as his fingertips pushed against your g-spot and his thumb rubbed mercilessly against your clit. It came without warning, your pussy convulsed around him as pure white rolled over you. You couldn’t stop the loud gasp that escaped your mouth as you came. Hard. In his lap. On his fingers. In the middle of the throne room. Full of bounty hunters that could kill you without blinking. And you didn’t even care.

“Let me repay you later, please.” you begged, breathing heavily.

“I can’t wait, princess,” he sounded like he was smiling, his perfect baby in his arms, reeling in the ecstasy he had given you. So willing for him to fuck you wherever he wanted, “go have your shower.”

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Glass Cuts Deep

Oneshot Masterlist Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Padme Amidala Warnings: SEVRE TRIGGER WARNING, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AND OTHER DEPRESSIVE SYMPTOMS. Word Count: 667 A/N: Please tell me if this is too much.

You had no control, the flash of emotion, while not coming out of nowhere, still surprised you. It had been almost a month since your last relapse, but you could feel yourself on the brink of another. Your fists clenched around nothing, fingernails digging to your palms. Even through your pain you felt guilt, forcing your issues and problems onto Anakin and Padme, they didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve them. You were fucking nothing, just a fucking burden weighing them down, bringing them down with you. The guilt just fed the flames of your despair until you felt nothing but the familiar ache, not even in one specific spot, an unexplainable pain you didn’t know how to cope with.

The whole thing engulfed you, swallowing you whole til you could barely see through your tears. Your hand shook, moving from gripping your hair with an ironlike strength to sliding roughly down your face and pulling at the joints of your finger. You had been pacing for the last hour or so, trying unsuccessfully to rid yourself of your unbearable ache. Your brain was going a million miles per hour, a thousand thoughts filling your head every second, everything constricted, your muscles tight and sore, your lungs only allowing you to take shallow breaths, barely filling them with the oxygen they needed.

You pulled a hand through your hair roughly for almost the tenth time, pulling more tightly than the others as your thoughts settled on the one thing you dreaded yet currently dreamed of. You were free to do anything, no one was in your way. In a spilt second of impusliveness, however, with thought and with a level of hesitation that your mind simply stomped on, telling you any health, any happiness, any joy you ever felt you didn’t deserve because you weren’t worth it, you were fucking nothing.

Your feet almost moved without your consent, the familiar intrusive thoughts filling your brain almost like the visions Anakin had of you and Padme dying in his arms, your brain flashed from reality to thought until you were lost in the thoughts, seeing yourself slitting your wrists, burning a death stick against your skin, hitting your head against a mirror until your face was cut up and unrecognisable. You caught your reflection in a mirror as you paced by it, trying to shake your head of the thoughts, without hesitation you felt a flare of self hatred, nothing like you had felt in your past episodes, you launched your fist into the mirror. Admittedly you had never been someone who was good in combat, your pinky finger landed awkwardly against the glass cracking with an excruciating pain that your brain simply replied with, serves you fucking right, as the glass shattered against your fingers it sliced open the skin, some shards embedding themselves into your flesh. 

You fell to the floor sobbing in agony, even so you felt as if you deserved it. Your hand bleeds over the carpet, your clothes, the wall, a loud cry, caused by the mental and physical pain. Your tears slipped past your eyelashes, wetting your face as they slid down your cheeks. You rested your head against the carpet, suddenly feeling drowsy and unable to hold your head up. A last sob escaped your mouth as your eyes slid shut.

***

“Fucking shit, holy shit. Shit no, please don’t leave me, maker,” Anakin’s voice seeped into your head, your eyelashes fluttered as they tried to open. “Thank the maker, stay with me please.”

“Anakin, hold the arm still,” Padme’s voice, sweet as honey. Footsteps and two other voices joined those of your lovers’.

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me, don’t leave us.” Anakin sounded like he was crying, not even caring that he was openly showing his devotion to you in front of others, risking being caught. A drop of water hit your cheek, one of Anakin’s tears, he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.

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Heya gotta another ask, anakin x reader x padme.

The reader is married to anakin and padme they are still jedi and a senator, the reader was mistreated badly by their parents as a child and as a teenager and it still affects them but they don't show it. The reader is home alone and is in the bathroom and yelling at themselves in the mirror crying and padme and anakin get home to hearing yelling. They also slap and punch and cut themselves on glass and they also blame themselves for their own faults no matter how small or big

Thank you :)

Okay I feel like such a bad person for taking do long, I sorta swerved off your idea but it should be up now.

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December Thirteenth

Ficmas Advent Calendar The Tree with Peggy Carter, Peggy Carter x Reader Warnings: none Word Count: 675

“Stop that,” her tone was sharp as she batted your hand away from the babbles, “You have no idea of colour coordination.”

“I do so!” you pouted, “I just don’t see why we have to get new decorations every year.” You leaned against the cart as it rolled down the isles of the supermarket you stood in, Peggy walked beside you, hands inside the pockets of her slacks. You eyed the Christmas candy as you walked past, reaching a hand out to grab a suiting number of candy canes. She raised an eyebrow at you. You shrugged.

“It’s for the tree,” you smiled. Suddenly Peggy threw a hand out, stopping your leisurely walk forward. You frowned down at the hand, then at her. She paid no attention to you, eyes focused on the massive display of ornaments in different shades of green, red and gold, off to the side there was another display of silver, blue and white babbles.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered under her breath and you frowned harder.

“It’s really big,” you replied in the same quiet tone, “Don’t you think you're taking this ‘must-have chic Christmas tree or I’ll die’ thing a bit too seriously?”

Another sudden movement and you found her hands cupping your cheeks and her nose against yours as she stared with determination into your eyes.

“Every year we have this conversation. Every year I win-” she started.

“Yeah cause you hold sex over my head,” you interrupted, she only narrows her eyes and continues.

“We are getting those decorations if it’s the last thing I do.” she hissed.

"God you're hot when you're all determined," you said, staring into her eyes. "Let's get the decorations." You pecked you on the lips quickly. 

Twenty minutes had passed, yet it felt like two hours. Peggy was studying the different shades of red, they looked relatively the same to you, you could see the different hints of black and white in them, but you probably wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. That was just one of the many things you loved about Peggy, her attention to detail and her endless amount of care for even the little thing, oftentimes it set her up for heartbreak but more commonly it made her succeed even more and when things didn’t go to plan, you were there in your thrown together careless way to pick her back up. Yin and yang.

“Do we want a dark sort of berry colour or a-” she said as you reappeared from your thoughts.

“I would love a berry colour,” you smiled, “I’d prefer it to a lighter colour.” She smiled at you placing the glass decoration into the cart.

“Now we need a star, lights and tinsel,” she began to walk in the direction of the lights and tinsel. For the first time possibly ever you plucked a tree topping star from the shelf and put it against the gold decorations in the box Peg had picked. To your surprise, the shades matched perfectly, almost no difference in colour. You smiled to yourself for a second then set off in Peggy’s direction to find her studying the tinsel for the same shade as the babbles.

“You worry too much,” you said softly, letting the cart sit to the side as you came up behind her, “No matter what you do it’ll be perfect,” you whispered into her ear, she did that cute little shiver thing she did whenever she could feel your breath on her ear. Your hand snaked around her waist, pulling her into you. She welcomed the embrace, resting her hands on yours as she leaned into your touch.

“I wish I could believe that,” she whispered, a sudden sad tone in her voice.

“Let me do all the believing, you just be you,” you pressed a kiss to the spot below her ear, making her shiver again. “Now c’mon let me take you home.” The laugh she let out was music to your ears and you would do anything to hear it again.

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Days of Ficmas

Previous Years

It’s that time of year again and now that Thanksgiving is over my tree is up and I’m listening to Christmas music on repeat. But Christmas also means the return of The Days of Ficmas, the series that kickstarted my blog. This year I’m only going to write 12 because Christmas is always really hectic at my house and I struggled to finish them last year. I’m still going to do requests outside of this whether they’re holiday themed or not and I’m more than happy to write for different religions or just plain winter themed material.

December Thirteenth - Tree with Peggy Carter December Fourteenth - Baking with Poe Dameron December Fifteenth - Snow with James Kirk December Sixteenth - Ugly Sweaters with Luke Skywalker December Seventeenth - Ice Skating with Daryl Dixon December Eighteenth -  Scrooge with Billy Butcher December Nineteenth - Mistletoe with John Wick December Twentieth - Outdoor Decorations with Steve Rogers December Twenty-First - Family Dinners with Natasha Romanoff December Twenty-Second - Shopping/Mall with Padme Amidala December Twenty-Third - Snowed In/Blizzard with Bucky Barnes December Twenty-Fourth - Christmas Eve with Sam Winchester

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Just finished Amongst the Stars on AO3, is that the end or are you going to continue the story? It was really wonderful to read.

Oml, this made me so happy. It's not done I've just been a wee busy lately, there's about 6 or so chapters left :)

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Cynical Parents

Oneshot Masterlist Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Padme Amidala Warnings: Mentions of mental illness. Word Count: 983 A/N: @shads121 for the inspiration.

Obi-Wan had sensed the danger in the future to come. Seen flashes of Anakin on a planet made of fire, his eyes glowing yellow as he holds an open hand out for Padme's neck, tears rolling down her face as you lay dead on the floor. Neck snapped. The one thing Obi-Wan had a sure memory of was Padme's declaration of love and the child she carried. Then Obi-Wan faced a choice, hide his friend's secret and face the possible destruction of all he loved or tell the council and save his friend from the danger he was on the path to. It was then that the answer was simple, tell the council and face the guilt. Anakin's exile was immediate. He was forced to turn in his lightsaber and never practise the Jedi Code again.

That was about two weeks ago and now Anakin was the most depressed you had ever seen him, everything seemed to have hit him at once. The loss of his mother, Ahsoka and now, the Jedi. Obi-Wan had stopped by a few times, but Anakin didn’t want to see him, he felt as if he had been betrayed by his best friend or more so, his brother. A few weeks later Grevious was captured and the war turned in favour of the Republic. Soon after news of Count Dooku's death and the reveal of the sith master hit. 

Palpatine's betrayal only worsened Anakin's health and both you and Padme were stuck for what to do. Neither you nor Padme needed to be on Coruscant anymore and everything on the planet served as a reminder to Anakin that he was no longer a Jedi so as it seemed, the best decision was to leave for Naboo. Padme, of course, was delighted to see that you all agreed and she could properly introduce you and Anakin to her family and friends without fear of the council finding out.

All that had led up to you lying in Anakin’s embrace on the Planet of Naboo in a luxurious suite with a king-sized bed. Padme had got up several hours before to do something you weren’t sure of and definitely wouldn’t understand the point of it. You turned around in his arms so your head was on his chest. Anakin mumbled in his sleep, burying his face into the top of your head. You sighed in content, enjoying the few moments of peace where Anakin was happy.

“Y/N!” the doors flew open, banging as they hit the wall. Anakin groaned at the loud noise, picking the pillow from underneath him and covering his face and ears from the light and sound. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and pried yourself from your husband's embrace. Padme stood in the massive doorway, hair looking slightly tousled but still impossibly beautiful. “Your parents are here and they want to have lunch with us.” your eyes widened and Anakin removed the pillow from his head.

“They’re where?” you repeated, hopeful she had misspoken.

“Here,”

“Shit,” the one-worded curse was all you needed to get your emotions across.

“Shit,” Anakin echoed in the same spooked tone.

You pulled the covers from your legs, padding to the bathroom while yawning. “Why now? They barely call me,” you huffed as you splashed water in your face.

“They probably heard about your moving,” Padme shrugged as she moved to sit on the bed. “You’d be surprised how fast news travels.” You groaned as you shoved a toothbrush in your mouth and made your way out of the bathroom to the closet for some form of formal wear to greet your parents in. 

“Ani, you gotta get up, I want you to meet my folks,” you said, throwing a fancy robe with pants and a belt onto the bed for him to change into. He just groaned and rolled over in bed.

“Me and your father, we don’t especially approve of your lifestyle.” your mother casually brings up as you’re seated for lunch. You choke on the food you had just tried to swallow, punching your chest as you attempted to free your oesophagus. Once your throat was clear and you had some water you turned to her.

“What lifestyle, mother?” you asked, a creepily calm smile on your face. Your mother blushed slightly as the corners of her lips tilted upwards in an awkward smile.

“You know, you and…” she trails off, “Anakin.”

“Because he’s from Tatooine and a former slave?” you said, eyes widening once you released what your mother was insinuating. The entire time your father had sat slightly, staring at his food. “Is this what you think too, Dad?” you said, turning on him.

“I think your mother has a point,” he mumbles.

“What?! That Anakin isn’t poncy and rich enough for me?!” you growled.

“Y/N it’s okay,” Anakin said, placing a hand on your forearm.

“No it’s fucking not,” you said, looking at your parents' shocked faces and the obscenity left your lips. This is my wife and this is my husband. Not yours so you don’t get a say in it. Anakin has been through enough shit in the last five years and he does NOT need your shitty right-wing opinion on whether he’s the right class for me. This is Padme’s planet and you’re our guests, you don’t fucking like it then leave.” you finished, leave your mother’s face ghost-like and your father’s turning comedically red with anger. 

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” your father warned.

“Like what?” you scoffed, “An equal?” Steam was practically coming out of his ears at this point. “I’m leaving now, there is still a room for you if you want to stay,” you turned to Anakin and Padme, “I’ll be in the bedroom if wanna come,” Anakin stood from his seat, the chair making a harsh noise against the wooden floor. “Bye mother, father.”