#( * padmé naberrie : wardrobe. )

[sstarssucker]

Girls don't wanna have fun.

Girls want to have that pretty yellow-pink-purple dress Padmé wears in Attack of the Clones.

[desireandduty]

Modern Verse #2 Starter for @skyhaunter

It all starts out as a normal Saturday evening. After almost four months in this job, Padmé has become accustomed to her new, jet-setting lifestyle. She spends at least one week a month in Singapore at the headquarters of Naboo, Inc., although lately it's been more like every other week that she travels there. With the numerous deals her company is in the middle of closing for their expansion into North America, things are getting busier than ever for the legal team, of which she is the newest member.

She's due for another round of meetings this coming Monday, which means that she arrives at the airfield at 8 PM on the dot, suitcases in hand, ready to board the company jet for this next flight. Lately, she's been switching her wardrobe over to the company's own line of business and travel clothing, and she's quite impressed with the products. Naboo specializes in producing exquisite fabrics with hidden tech capabilities, like self-cooling athletic gear, or in this specific case, a cobalt blue jumpsuit that looks pressed and polished but is actually made of fabric so soft, it feels like a second skin. And it won't wrinkle even after her 18 hour flight. Paired with a navy blazer, she could technically walk right into the boardroom with it, but Padmé always prefers to dress to the nines for these meetings. She's still trying to make the best possible impression on her colleagues, some of whom were highly skeptical that twenty-nine-year-old would be up to this demanding of a job.

In actuality, she won't be twenty-nine for much longer. Her birthday is this Wednesday, and if she is a little sad about having to celebrate far away from her friends and family, she has done her absolute best to hide it from them, claiming she can just celebrate a few days late when she gets back to New York. Although, she does plan to treat herself to an exquisite meal on Wednesday evening. The list of restaurants she wants to try in Singapore is still rather long. She's running through it mentally now as she approaches the jet, so it takes her a few extra seconds to realize that she has never seen this particular captain before. Idly wondering what had happened to Captain Typho, she shrugs the thought away and extends her hand to the young man in front of her with a politely friendly smile: "Good evening. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of flying with you before. I'm Padmé Naberrie."

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, padme naberrie ( star wars ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, gabee!

( star wars, dupes not allowed. odeya rush, she/her, cis female. ) ——- hey, is that ( padmé naberrie ) hanging around ( enchanted brews )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as ( twenty-five ) year old ( lawyer ) and ( reading )? they’re notorious for being ( selfless ) yet ( impulsive ), and i always seem to hear ( l'aveu ) by ( garou ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( almost burning her whole apartment while cooking pasta ), and they’re associated with ( an extravagant and colorful wardrobe, the first in line to get her coffee in the early hours of the day and the fresh scent of flowers during spring ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not being able to raise her children ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ gabee, 27 / est, she/her. ]

[lockhollow]

welcoming  padme naberrie , morticia addams , jane ‘ eleven ‘ hopper ‘ &  bucky barnes .  to lockhollow . you have twenty-four hours to send in your account .    

( star wars , natalie portman , she/her , cis female ) ⋮ the census states that PADMÉ NABERRIE has been living in town limits for FIVE YEARS . it makes sense the HUMAN can be found hanging around TOWN SQUARE .  SHE must be close to TWENTY-SEVEN by now , do you think they’re still as RESOLUTE as they were before ? i overheard they DO NOT remember everything leading up until their arrival . nothing reminds me of them quite like INTRICATE WARDROBES WITH DELICATE BRAIDS WOVEN IN YOUR HAIR , THE WARMTH OF SAND BETWEEN YOUR TOES , YEARNING FOR A BETTER LIFE FOR THOSE YOU LOVE & PROTECT. ( lis , 21+ , pst , she/her ,  removed .)  

( the addams family , adria arjona , she/her , cis female ) ⋮ the census states that MORTICIA ADDAMS has been living in town limits for TWO MONTHS . it makes sense the WITCH can be found hanging around THE WOODS .  SHE must be close to THIRTY-FIVE by now , do you think they’re still as TRANSCENDENTAL as they were before ? i overheard they DO remember everything leading up until their arrival . nothing reminds me of them quite like THORNY STEMS WITH THEIR PETALS CHOPPED OFF , A BEAM OF LIGHT CAST UPON YOUR EYES , ‘ THE LOVERS ‘ TAROT CARD . ( lis , 21+ , pst , she/her , removed . ) 

 ( stranger things , courtney eaton , she/they , demi female ) ⋮ the census states that JANE ‘ ELEVEN ‘ HOPPER has been living in town limits for FOUR YEARS . it makes sense the HUMAN can be found hanging around MERMAID LAGOON .  SHE / THEY must be close to TWENTY-ONE by now , do you think they’re still as HEEDLESS as they were before ? i overheard they DO NOT remember everything leading up until their arrival . nothing reminds me of them quite like POWERS HELD BY EMOTIONS , WAFFLES & MIAMI VICE ON FRIDAY NIGHTS , ‘ FRIENDS DON’T LIE ‘. ( lis , 21+ , pst , she/her , removed . ) 

 ( marvel , sebastian stan , he/him , cis male ) ⋮ the census states that BUCKY BARNES has been living in town limits for SIX MONTHS . it makes sense the SUPER SOLDIER can be found hanging around TOWN SQUARE .  HE must be close to ONE HUNDRED AND SIX by now , do you think they’re still as UNBOUND as they were before ? i overheard they DO NOT remember everything leading up until their arrival . nothing reminds me of them quite like THE METALLIC WHIRRING OF A WEAPON ATTACHED TO YOUR BEING , THE COOL FEEL OF DOG TAGS HIDDEN AWAY , A CONSTANT HEADACHE OF TRYING TO REMEMBER. ( lis , 21+ , pst , she/her , removed . )

[exitiosae-arch]

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[lovehurried]

TAG DROP  •  Leia Organa (1/4)

LEIA ORGANA  •  hope is like the sun. LEIA ORGANA  :  face. LEIA ORGANA  :  voice. LEIA ORGANA  :  about. LEIA ORGANA  :  thoughts. LEIA ORGANA  :  likes. LEIA ORGANA  :  music. LEIA ORGANA  :  desires. LEIA ORGANA  :  wardrobe. LEIA ORGANA  :  aesthetic. LEIA ORGANA  &  padmé amidala naberrie.   LEIA ORGANA  &  anakin skywalker. LEIA ORGANA  &  bail organa.

[otterandterrier]

The only thing I wish wsd in Kenobi show was showing the Naberrie family because I always feel so bad for them thinking their daughter and grandchild is dead. I wish the Organas/Obiwan could of told them the truth 😭

I get that, but the Naberries had no place in this story, and they also didn't know that Padmé was pregnant. I think Leia connects with them as a grown-up though because there's a comic where she retrieves Padmé's wardrobe.

[detroitbydark]

Previous part (as well as fan art and fic?!) can be found here

Chp 12

Character: Commander Fox x Mouse (reader), Padme Amidala, Bail Organa

Warnings: idiots in love, mild pining

Summary: The one where Fox knows what to expect but is still incensed when it happens. Bail Organa is a good bro to everyone. Padme Amidala is rocking motherhood and is not so subtle in her matchmaking attempt.

A/N:  I apologized in advance but your gonna see that I'm working to make things better I promise! As always thanks to my lovelies @skdubbs​ @crimson-dxwn​ and @thelastbattlecry​ for being my sounding boards/betas/listening ears.

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Naboo was beautiful. Not in the way that a rare gem or a fancy painting was, where one appreciated their grandeur because that was expected. Where they were looked at clinically and picked apart for sport.

No, Naboo was beautiful in a way that made Mouse's heart clench. The overwhelming majesty of the lakes and waterfalls bringing a tear to her eyes the first time she’d laid eyes on them. She’d never seen so much water, so much green. She could scarcely believe she wasn’t experiencing a fever dream in the claustrophobic bacta tank back on Coruscant. Even now, after two months, the view from the Naberrie’s Lake home (more like a palace than any home Mouse has ever imagined) gave her pause.

It was, in short, heaven.

The summer months had left the temperature near to perfect and the waters had receded from the great pastoral valleys, leaving them open for exploration, picnics and gathering wildflowers.

Mouse found herself sleeping most nights with the door to the small balcony off her room open, the not so far-off sound of running water lulling her to sleep. The nightmares had not gone, a twisted version of a reality she’d lived, but she rarely woke up screaming anymore. Instead she came to with a racing heart and thin sheen of sweat decorating her skin. She was haunted by the voice of Palpatine, the flash of light as Fox fires on her, the image of him being lifted and strangled by the force wielding Anakin Skywalker. It still happens like clockwork, the dreams. She just no longer has it in her to scream.

The senator had noticed the deep circles under her eyes quickly. She was a good woman, Padmé, and while Mouse was unsure whether she’d call her a friend just yet she did know she enjoyed speaking with her. Upto the birth of the babies, they’d taken daily walks, short sojourns along the estate’s lands. It was often the time Padmé had her husband speaking with his healer. Mouse was eternally grateful, as she wasn’t comfortable in the Jedi’s presence. To have him walking with them through the millaflower fields would have soured the experience. She liked to think Padmé realized such things without her saying it. When she did speak of her husband, there was a carefulness to her words, as if she had to think each one out to paint him in his best light. Mouse hasn’t spoken about Fox to anyone, and she wonders if she did would she feel the need to tread carefully? She doesn’t think she would.

Mouse's relationship with Padmé changes after the birth of the babies a short two months after their arrival.

Luke and Leia join the galaxy on a stiflingly hot night during high summer. Heat lightning flashes and grumbles in the distance as the doctor works to bring the children safely into the world. They hadn’t planned for two. Anakin paced the room, like an agitated Nexu, checking in with his wife after each pass. Staff and visitors were at a minimum, so Mouse volunteered to help as she could. It was still a state of the art set-up, one fit for a former queen, senator, and much loved daughter of Naboo. There was little to be done but sit at the Senator’s side and blot her head with a cool cloth while she worked, grunting and pushing through the labor like tackling an obstacle in her way on the senate floor.

Leia comes first, a squalling indignant thing already full of life and the need to tell everyone about it. The nurse attending offers her to Anakin while Padmé continues to labor. Mouse sees the fear in his eyes as he shakes his head, his eyes already trailing back to his wife. Mouse holds the bundle of blankets and moves out of the way, gesturing for the young Jedi to take her place near his wife.

“She needs you.” She says softly, fighting back the urge to tremble in his presence.

“Ani?” Padmé’s voice rings out, for the first time uncertain. That’s all Skywalker needs to go to her side.

Mouse watches as he takes her hand in his, kisses her fingers, tells her she’s doing great, that she’ll be fine. It feels voyeuristic watching them so she focuses on the little girl in her arms, who stares up with bright blue eyes. Mouse melts.

Luke is the wildcard, the surprise no one knew to expect. He’d been hiding behind his sister until just days ago when her last scan had shown an extra heartbeat and an extra head. Now he was malpositioned and the doctor has to manually correct it. Padmé makes an awful, wounded noise but pushes nonetheless when she’s finally given the clear to. The boy makes his entrance as a bolt of lightning cuts through the sky and the lights flicker. He’s quiet, and smaller than his minutes-older sister. There’s a tense period where he makes no sound at all, and a collective breath is held until he begins to make a soft plaintive noise before he’s laid against his mother’s chest. Mouse offers the wrapped baby to the nurse and she soon joins her brother. Mouse has to turn away as Anakin leans in and kisses his wife.

When she sleeps that night there is no nightmare. She dreams of her own swollen belly, a baby kicking away while Fox’s strong arms wrap around her middle and hold her protectively. She can feel his full lips as they press against her temple. She can feel the rumble of his voice.

The beginning of our family, cyar’ika.

She wakes with a choked sob and doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

—-

“Run it by me again, Chancellor.”

It felt like they’d been in the black forever. The jump to the small outer rim was no milk run. Fox glances out the window again as they break atmo and the black of space turns to the bright blue of Naboo’s sky. He was ready to be off the ship. He’d never tell his brothers, would rather die than admit it, but he hated hyperspace travel. It wasn’t just the jump in or the fall out of it either. It was the whole damn thing. It was unnatural. He was meant to have his feet on terra and that was all there was to it.

The itinerary had them making a quick stop in Theed to take on supplies, then another bit of travel - this time in the blue instead of the black - to reach their destination, the Lake District.

“Commander, relax. This is a pleasure cruise,” Bail enthuses smoothly, “nothing to worry about.”

“Then why me and not one of the other boys? Thire would have been fine for this.”

Bail rolls his eyes. “Thire is a stick in the mud and I much prefer your company and conversation.” Bail explains “I’m going to spend a couple days doting on my new godchildren and discussing a few matters with their lovely Senator mother, some of which you may have strong opinions about that deserve being heard.”

The last bit grabs Fox’s attention. “I don’t remember that being mentioned.”

“Oh I didn’t mention that some of your brothers will be meeting us for an impromptu - and off the books - meeting on clone personhood?”

Fox purses his lips undercover of his bucket. “No you hadn’t sir.”

Fox had learned quickly that Bail Organa’s style of governance was worlds different from the previous chancellors. The secrets Sidious kept had been dangerous to the republic, his vode and the Jedi in particular while Bail’s all seemed fairly benign and were really only used to surprise and throw Fox from a dour mood.

“Well it seems I must have forgotten to put it on the official itinerary for our visit.” The older man’s eyes sparkle with mischief.

“It seems you did, sir. I suppose it’s already been planned. It would be a shame to lose out on such an important meeting.”

Personhood. That was one of those dreams all clones shared but few ever mentioned. It seemed silly that it should even be an issue to begin with. If none survived the war it was a useless conversation to have, wasn't it? Now, with Sidious no longer pulling his dark strings, the Seppies were beginning to fall apart. They’d already fallen on Felucia and Utapau. General Grievous was dead and Count Dooku had gone to ground, but he couldn’t stay hidden forever. Maybe the idea of life after war wasn’t such a dream. It was tangibly within reach.

“Who’s joining us for this little shindig?”

Bail smirks again, “I’ve left the guest list to the Marshall Commander’s discretion.”

Fox can’t hide the excitement in his voice, “Cody?” It has been ages since he’d seen his ori’vod. Before the second battle of Geonosis and well before Mouse had -

Mouse.

Because that was a wound that refused to heal. Kriff - it wouldn’t even scab over! It merely festered and hurt like nothing else Fox had ever felt. Whoever had said out of sight, out of mind needed to keep their head on a swivel because Fox was pretty sure if he ever saw them he’d break their jaw.

Mouse was still a guest of the Senator’s. He wasn’t proud to say he’d been keeping tabs, but it was one of the only things that kept his anxiety at bay when it came to her. Unlike with Fives, the bottle didn’t seem to do it. The pair of times he’d taken to finding out what was in the bottom of a bottle of Corellian whiskey he’d found nothing but nightmares and guilt.

Bail gives him a smile as the ship comes in for a landing, the capital of Theed rising up around them, always warm and inviting.

Fox vows to try not to think of seeing Mouse. He breaks it in five minutes.

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To say Padmé Amidala’s wardrobe was expansive was an understatement. Like saying Coruscant was home to a lot of people.

What had once been an entire guest suite had been turned into a makeshift dressing room and closet for the former queen. Padmé was unapologetic in regards to the sheer amount of clothing she possessed, explaining that it had been expected she never wear the same outfit twice and that, honestly, she just really liked clothes.

It made her more human in Mouse’s eyes, less like the self-possessed politician and more like the young woman she was underneath all the finery.

Mouse supports little Leia’s head as she dozes in the sling across her chest while Padmé does the same, bouncing slightly from side to side on her toes to calm a fussy Luke.

“How about this one?” Padmé questions, pointing to an ornate, layered gown. It reminds Mouse of a confection, fluffy and frosted with layers upon layers of petal pink fabric.

“A bit much for a dinner party? You think?”

Mouse had never had much in the way of fine things, had never really needed them, but when Padmé mentioned that the new Chancellor would be coming and she would really like her to come to the dinner she’d had Mouse help plan, well she really couldn’t say no. Now it was important to find something to wear. It seemed since Padmé was not quite ready to leave the concealing gowns of her early pregnancy behind, Mouse bore the burden of her need to dress and accessorize.

Padmé hums quietly to Luke as he begins to drift off. “You’re probably right. Maybe something a little smaller, more cocktail appropriate?”

Mouse isn’t entirely sure what that entails but she nods in agreement. She’s discovered that even a month and a half postpartum Padmé was still a force to be reckoned with when she got on something. Motherhood hadn’t softened her drive - if anything, it had brought it to new heights as she made plans and strived to make the galaxy a place where her children could grow and thrive.

They’d been spending more time together, Mouse becoming a makeshift mother’s helper while Padmé balanced new motherhood and keeping up with her senatorial duties. Anakin, Padmé had confided, was slow to take to fatherhood and while he seemed to love the twins, he became frustrated easily. He’d increased his visits with the healer, but Padmé wondered if part of it was the loss of Jedi Order. General Kenobi had visited a handful of times since they’d arrived, but Padmé worried it wasn’t the same.

She didn’t mention Sidious but when she spoke of betrayal and upheaval Mouse knew what she spoke of.

She felt bad thinking it, but Mouse wasn’t unhappy with the children’s father’s absence. His nearness to her still left her uncomfortable and remembering the way his eyes had glowed amber and the hate that had been etched into his features as he’d used the force to-

“Remind me again why this is important?” she asks as the new mother begins pulling out more dresses. Mouse works Leia from the sling and cradles her near while she ambles over to her nearby bassinet. Leia was the simpler of the two babies while Luke seemed to require a bit more coddling from his mother. She wondered in the personality differences between the two. She places a thin blanket over the sleeping babe before going back to the pile of dresses that had been laid out.

She holds a deep emerald green dress in front of her and Padme's brows knit together assessingly. “Next,” she chirps as Mouse grabs a blue dress that shimmers in the light flooding through the room's large windows. “Maybe pile. Definitely. Tonight is important because I said it’s important,” Padmé says digging back in the closet. “Obi and Cody arrived earlier this morning.” She glances one more time before sitting on a nearby settee. Luke is awake and beginning to fuss and Padmé quickly works open the front of her dress to allow the hungry infant to nurse. “Have you met General Secura?”

Mouse shakes her head ‘no.’ She’d heard of the twi’lek though and wonders if she might ask her some questions she had. She’d begun sponsoring little Me’kar and wondered what it would take to keep a child of another species in touch with her own heritage if she were to be adopted by a human. Not that she’d been thinking about adoption-

“You’ll like her. Her Commander Bly will be with her. They’re very… close.”

Mouse can read between the lines. Close. Close like she and Fox had been maybe? More so? She’d heard battle forged bonds that were unbreakable, maybe it also could form a love connection that could withstand the burdens of both war and the Jedi’s vows.

She and Fox hadn’t had anything so deep.

She tries the lie on herself again. It still doesn’t sit true. Maybe another hundred times and she’d start believing it.

“The Chancellor will be here in a few hours-“ As Padmé continues to speak, Mouse digs through the pile. A red dress, slick and satin smooth catches her eyes. The skirt feels cool under her fingers. Padmé stops mid sentence as Mouse works it from the pile. The neck is scooped shallow from shoulder to shoulder across where her collar bone would be and a thin golden chain connects the apex of the straps and offers to drape and dip low between her shoulder blades. It would do little to hide the scars on her left arm and shoulder, but Mouse wasn’t self conscious of them the way most would think. Though she could never speak of their true nature she didn't once regret them.

“- seven hells... I forgot about that one. It’s perfect,” Padmé enthuses, again reminding Mouse of truly how close in age they actually were. “Please, pick that one?” Luke grumbles as his mother’s bouncing interrupts his meal. “Hush sweetling,” she soothes.

“It is very pretty.” Mouse hums quietly as she holds the dress in front of her and turns in front of the mirror.

“Some earrings, a pendant maybe… oh a tiara!”

“Earrings will be fine I think.” Mouse can feel her cheeks heating up. Padmé chuckles softly. “What’s so funny?”

“I just realized that color matches the Coruscant Guard colors perfectly. I wonder what Commander Fox will think of it?”

Mouse feels the color drain from her face. Her voice comes out as an ungainly wheeze, “Fox?”

“Yeah, have you met?” Padmé is giving her a wondering look. “He’s not as bad as people make him out to be.”

“Oh- uh- we’ve met.”

“Really?”

There’s a twinkle in the senator’s eye, something that clues Mouse into the fact that the woman in front of her just maybe wasn’t as clueless to the state of her relationship with the Guard Commander as she let on.

“It’ll be nice to catch up or something won’t it?”

Mouse nods. Or something.

——

Fox feels a little cheated. All the times he’d accompanied Senator Amidala to her home world not once had she brought him to the Lake District. The Chancellor looks at home, unswayed by the beauty as he marches through the open halls with confidence. Maybe it was because he was Alderaanian, Fox thinks. He’s never seen the Chancellor’s home but he’d heard its beauty was unrivaled. After taking a glance out the tall transparisteel window looking out directly at one of a half dozen waterfalls he’s sure that it can’t be true.

“Sir? Should we wait for an escort?” Fox asks as Bail takes a sharp turn down another hall.

“No worries, Commander. If I know Padmé she’ll have set up shop in her office. The day is still young and she’ll be hard at work.”

“Sir, she’s just had a baby- two babies. Surely she’ll be taking it easy.”

Bail barks out a very unchancellor like laugh before he levels his eyes at Fox. “If she’s not in her office, I’ll eat my boots for dinner.”

“Laces and all?” Fox can’t help the way the corner of his mouth draws up, though he tries to smother it. Bail raps the back of his knuckles twice across the armor of Fox’s chest before pointing one finger at his face, his own smile broad and for the world to see.

“See, I knew that stick wasn’t as far up your ass as everyone says.”

“Don’t go telling everyone. I’ve got a image to maintain.”

Bail’s bark of laughter echoes down the hall. “And this is why you’re here and not Thire.”

It was new and fascinating to see the Chancellor in this different light, more relaxed than he ever was on Coruscant with its many eyes and wagging tongues. Not for the first time since he’s begun working closely with the Alderaanian, Fox thinks that he truly does enjoy his company.

Fox adjusts his bucket under his arm, hesitates for a moment as to whether he should replace it or continue to carry it. He’s not sure of the proper protocol in this situation. It was one he’d never been prepped for back on Kamino. What was one to do when addressing a senator on maternity leave in her palatial lake house?

He decides to leave it off and immediately wishes he’d put it on as they push through large wooden doors into the senators office. Like everything else, it’s beauty is unimagined. Sumptuous wooden bookcases filled with flimsy tomes fill the shelves, natural light spills in from windows showing off a pristine late afternoon lake with the sun just beginning to set behind the waterfalls surrounding it.

All of that fails to capture his attention because there’s his Mouse swaying gently from side to side smiling down at a cooing baby. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun with tiny tendrils escaping, framing her face in fly-aways.

Karking Naboo could get sucked up by a black hole for all he cares. Mouse is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sun spilling across the room.

She looks so relaxed, so natural cooing to the infant in her arms - until she looks up and catches him staring.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t the look of surprise, her eyes thrown wide before cool indifference washes over her.

This wasn’t a holoromance. She wasn’t going to run into his arms and he wasn’t going to dip her low, kiss her passionately, and promise undying love. Not that he hadn’t thought it in that perfect split second moment of her inattention.

She holds the baby close, protectively as Bail moves to embrace Senator Amidala, herself holding an infant.

“Bail!” The young senator’s smile could light the senate halls for a standard rotation. “It’s so good to see you. I was just finishing up.” Fox pulls his eyes away from Mouse long enough to assess the amount of flimsy and datapads stacked across the senators desk. She was nowhere near done.

“And Commander Fox!”

He startles slightly as the petite force of nature insinuates herself in front of him.

“I’m so glad you could make it. Have you seen Cody yet? I know he was pleased when he heard you’d come.”

Fox shakes his head, his eyes drawing magnetically back to Mouse. He used to be able to read her like one of the flimsy books on the senators shelves but now? Now he doesn’t know what he’s seeing, a whole new language he has no experience translating .

“Commander” she offers after a moment, her voice tight but bright in a forced kind of way, “it’s good to see you. You look well.”

Fox swallows hard. “As do you. I hope your stay has been well?”

The infant in her arms turns and roots against the top of the plain dress she’s wearing and Mouse turns her attention away from him, mumbling some pleasantry dismissively. It feels like a slap in the face.

“I’ve got nothing for you sweet girl.” She hums to the baby who is beginning to make plaintive, angry noises, “Padmé I believe miss Leia is hungry again.”

The senator sighs quietly before moving to swap children. She looks at the two men in her presence. “You’ll have to excuse my children,” she jokes, “they don’t know the meaning of office hours yet.”

Bail gives a hearty laugh. “I’m shocked, with you as their mother.”

“They must get it from their Dad,” she offers cheekily, “Boundaries are not his strong point.” Fox watches as Mouse heads for the door with the other infant.

“I think I’ll go deposit this one in bed. Maybe he’ll get some sleep without his sister pestering him.”

Padmé nods as Mouse leaves and Fox fights the urge to follow after her. Like a child himself, he wants her attention. He runs a hand through his hair roughly as he watches the empty door frame willing her to come back. They could try again, start from scratch. He would put himself on his knees and beg for her forgiveness.

Something angry flares in his chest.

Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard didn’t beg. No, Commander Fox was the man everyone looked to for leadership. He would not beg. He’d stand in front of her and dress her down like one of his petulant kits.

She didn’t get to just walk away from him, give him the cold shoulder. Did she not realize he sacrificed a bit of his soul just to send her here? That the wound it left became a little more infected each day?

No, she probably didn’t. She’d obviously moved on and he was the one that was left idling in the past.

——-

“Bail already knows his way around the estate, obviously.” Padmé laughs. The chancellor had excused himself a short while before and blatantly refused Fox when he’d attempted to follow after.

“I’m an old man,” he’d said though he was nowhere near the age Fox would seem old , “and I need a nap and a holo with my wife, neither of which I need your supervision for.”

That left Fox in the senator’s good company as she led him through various halls to the guest wing. Wonder that! A whole wing set aside for people who didn’t even live there. For a clone who’d spent the better part of his life bunking with dozens of brothers, the thought was beyond what he could comprehend.

Padmé readjusts the baby in her arms not for the first time as they talk.

“I could take the little biter for a few minutes if you’d like.” He offers not thinking she’ll take him up on the offer. Who would let a clone handle a baby that was damn near galactic royalty?

Apparently, Padmé Amidala.

“Oh that would be amazing!” She stops and turns toward him and before Fox really has a clear idea of what’s going on, he’s got an arm full of ik’aad.

Fox freezes for a moment and stares down at the little face staring back at him. Her eyes have a depth, he thinks, far beyond her few months. When he looks back to her mother, the senator is stretching her arms with a contented smile. Leia squirms in his grip.

“Well hello princess” he murmurs softly as he cradles her closer. She offers a gummy yawn in return and Fox is surprised he doesn’t melt into a puddle right there.

Padmé claps quietly. “Oh! You’re a natural!”

Fox gives her a lopsided smile. “She’s a baby, not a thermal detonator.”

When he glances up Fox sees just a flash, a far-off look in the senator's eyes. “You’d be surprised to know not everyone takes to it so easily. Maybe you’re just meant to be a father?”

“Padmé, you know that-“

“Screw the regulations,” she says with a steel to her voice he’s only heard a handful of times, “You’re not a droid. You're not a thing, and if it’s the last thing I do, the Republic will do right by the men we’ve made fight our war.”

Fox raises a brow. “You know, I was going to say it usually requires a partner to have a baby.”

Padmé’s face flushes a pretty shade of pink. “Well at least you know where I stand.”

“With all due respect, I’ve always known where you stood.”

The pair continue down the hall taking a sharp right before Padmé is pointing to a door.

“This one is yours,” she states as Fox begrudgingly passes Leia back to her mother. There was something incredibly soothing about holding the little girl and he misses that feeling the moment she’s gone.

Padmé points at other doors down the hall. “Commander Bly, General Secura, General Kenobi, Marshall Commander Cody…” she rattles off, pointing to a seperate room for each. She does a lousy job of biting back a smile as she points to the last door, conveniently across from his own. “Our little Mouse.”

Fox can’t help but shake his head. “I feel like I’m being set up.”

“You are,” Padmé agrees sagely.

“I regret to inform you, after earlier, I believe that ship has really and truly sailed, hit hyperspace even.”

Padmé gives him a skeptical look before peeking down at her daughter. “Men are the silliest creatures,” she educates the infant before glancing back up at Fox, “but not all of them are lost causes.”

Fox chuffs softly.

“I was once told that the Force controls everything around us,” Padmé says earnestly, “but as I’ve grown I’m not sure that’s true.”

He’ll bite. “Well what mystical force controls our destinies then?”

“Hope, Commander. All life,” she looks down at her daughter, her eyes shining when she looks back up, “is built on hope.”

[padme-amitabha]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Darth Vader, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, C-3PO & R2-D2 Characters: Padmé Amidala, Darth Vader, Jobal Naberrie, Ruwee Naberrie, Sola Naberrie, Darred Janren Naberrie, Ryoo Naberrie, Pooja Naberrie, Rush Clovis, Admiral Karius, Vaneé, Shmi Skywalker (mentioned), Obi-Wan Kenobi (mentioned), Qui-Gon Jinn (mentioned), C-3PO, R2-D2, Sabe, Rabé, Eirtaé, Saché, Yane, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Palo Jemabie Additional Tags: fairytale AU, Beauty and the beast retelling, Anidala, Vaderdala - Freeform, Vadmé, Angst and Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, References to Depression, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, merging of AOTC and ROTS storylines, padme wishes she brought her wardrobe with her, fluff and cheesy stuff, C3PO is Vader's droid, R2D2 is Padme's, Padme never went on to become a Senator, rebellion era, no magic here, can I just mention how much Natalie Portman looks like Belle, and Vader has his own castle so, Mustafar (Star Wars), Fortress Vader, Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Suited Darth Vader, cuz he got more depth and better than Suitless Vader, Sorry Not Sorry, sadly no singing, Vader's vocal cords are too damaged to sing Evermore, Padme may sing at some point idk, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, Vader is Sad, Vader is shy and awkward, dreamy Padme, crispy Ani, Padme is still a fashionista, References to novelizations and other books, Romance, no creepy talking furniture but we got droids, References to Canon, References to Legends, References to Vader Immortal, Disney References

Summary:

Padmé Naberrie has always known that destiny has something different in store for her. After serving extended terms as the Queen of Naboo, she has finally settled down in Naboo and focusing on the matters of the heart, something she has evaded for a long time. Emperor Palpatine rules the galaxy and his reign is enforced by the much dreaded Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. Padmé could never imagine meeting him, much less negotiating with him, as there was no reason for their paths to cross. However, mystical fate intervenes and she comes face to face with the fabled man in the mask in his forbidding and fiery domain.

This is Beauty and the Beast set in Star Wars universe.

So I wrote this Anidala fic in case anyone’s interested :)

[appleslakesandeuchre]

Okay but the little things that happen at the Naberrie-Skywalker apartment.

Anakin and Padmé on the couch and Anakin's half on top of her dozing while she has one hand in his hair and is reading some novel/important document with the other and everytime she moves to get up Anakin gets this look on his face and his blue eyes get impossibly wide and five more minutes turns into three hours.

Padmé tries to cook and get work done at the same time and ends up burning dinner because Bail have you read this? What are they thinking?

Anakin having projects scattered around the apartment and keeping Threepio in top condition.

Padmé trying to sneak up on Anakin. She fails, but she keeps trying, if only for the amused smile she gets everytime she does.

Padmé mentions the oven isn't working and she hasn't gotten around to calling the company. Comes home to Anakin muttering about ineffiences and subpar materials and the oven still in pieces plus what looks to have been a lamp at one point that's now been cannibalized for parts.

Anakin telling Padmé about Ahsoka because that's his padawan and isn't she amazing?

Padmé telling Anakin about her day at the office. It's two parts rant, one part politics, and a pinch of gossip.

Padmé swearing in like twelve different languages when she stubs her toe.

Anakin Skywalker vs. Padmé's Complicated Wardrobe

[politicalpadme]

PadMay is an annual event in celebration of our beloved former queen and senator of Naboo, Padmé Naberrie Amidala. There will be thirty one prompts, one for each day in the month of May.

Days 1-9: Symbolism

Days 10-16: Roles and Relationships

Days 17-27: The Phantom Menace (20th Anniversary!)

Days 28-31: Favorites and Formats

The full list of prompts is beneath the cut and crossposted to dreamwidth. You may answer as many, or as few, as you like and there is no specific format. Questions and prompts may be considered in universe or meta and answers may take the form of discussion, fiction, artwork, gifsets, vids, vlogs, whatever! It is also fine to post on a different day than that which corresponds with the number (if you miss one, or it is simply easier for you).

Please tag your posts #PadMay2019 and feel free to message me links. I cannot wait to see all your discussion, fiction, art, and creativity! If you have any questions, my ask box is open. 

PART ONE: SYMBOLISM 1. The Amidala Symbol or Naboo Royal Crest 2. The Scar of Remembrance 3. The traditional colored twin cheek-spots of “Balance” and “Symmetry” 4. The Living Force 5. Flower imagery and symbolism in relation to Padmé Amidala 6. Water imagery and symbolism in relation to Padmé Amidala 7. Moon imagery and symbolism in relation to Padmé Amidala 8. Numbers significant to the Naboo, for example 13 handmaidens for a monarch of Naboo required to be on duty at all times; 5 handmaidens to accompany the Queen whenever she travels 9. Padmé’s Wardrobe

PART TWO: ROLES AND RELATIONSHIPS

Bulleted lists are merely suggestions, you may answer the prompt however it suits you!

10. Family

Padmé as the baby of the family

Her parents move to Theed to give her more options, why didn’t they move when Sola was born?

Her mother wished for her to pursue music, why does Padmé choose politics?

What protections do Padmé’s parents, sister, and nieces have given that so many factions wish to harm her?

How is Padmé remembered by her family?

11. Monarchs

King Ars Vernua, monarch voted out in favor of Amidala

Queen Réillata, her immediate successor (and former opera singer), who asks Amidala to be Senator

Queen Jamillia, monarch when the war begins, thought to sympathize with Separatist ideologues

Queen Neyutnee, monarch during the Blue Shadow Virus crisis

Queen Apailana, monarch when the Republic and Amidala die

12. Handmaidens

handmaidens killed in the line of duty (Cordé, Versé, Duja, Teckla)

Saché, former handmaiden and later a mentee as a member of the Naboo planetary legislative assembly

Sabé, her decoy

13. Mentors

Sheev Palpatine

Onaconda Farr aka “Uncle Ono”

Silya Shessaun

Mina Bonteri

14. Mentees

Riyo Chuchi

Ahsoka Tano

15. Love Interests

Palo Jemabie

Ian Lago

Baron Rush Clovis, Senator of Scipio

Anakin Skywalker

16. Allies

Bail Organa

Satine Kryze

Obi-Wan Kenobi

PART THREE: THE PHANTOM MENACE

Bulleted lists are merely suggestions, you may answer the prompt however it suits you!

17. “I will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war.”

How does Padmé’s commitment to peace evolve?

Amidala is introduced with this line but the title and story as previously told require her conviction to waver and fail - how does this influence how we see her character?

In this moment Amidala considers war the worst possible outcome. Is it?

The actions taken in this film and those that follow do lead to war. What actions could she take that might alter that fate? Or was it always inevitable?

18. “We are brave, your highness.”

How is Padmé brave? What are examples of her bravery?

Why does Padmé choose to go with the Jedi to Coruscant?

Describe Padmé and Sabé and the other handmaidens learning to communicate without words.

How would remaining on Naboo change the story?

19. “Her Highness commands you to take her handmaiden with you.”

What are Padmé’s interests in/on Tatooine?

Describe Padmé requesting or commanding Panaka to present her to Qui-Gon.

Describe Padmé dressing as a peasant. Where does she get the outfit? Why arethese particular clothes chosen? Her hairstyle?

Discuss the power differentials between Padmé, Amidala, the Jedi, and her retinue of guards, pilots, and handmaidens.

20. “I can’t believe there is still slavery in the galaxy.”

Discuss the privilege inherent in this comment. How does it color Padmé’s interactions with the Skywalkers?

How/why does Padmé accept Qui-Gon’s decision to leave Shmi behind?

Discuss Padmé’s desires to do good and help individuals like Anakin, Shmi, and Jar Jar with her commitments to Naboo.

How would the story change if Padmé freed Shmi sometime between TPM and AotC as she wanted and planned to?

21. “Well, I don’t approve.”

Discuss Padmé’s impression of Qui Gon, whom she argues with on Tatooine and describes as arrogant and frustrating in various (EU) novels.

Padmé is initially against the pod-racing scheme. What is her thinking and how does it change?

What are her thoughts on Qui Gon using gambling to free Anakin? But not Shmi?

Presenting as a handmaiden, Padmé has far less power during the trip to Tatooine. How does this make her feel?

22. “If this body is not capable of action, I suggest new leadership is needed.”

Padmé is initially against the vote of No Confidence. What is her thinking and how does it change?

Discuss Palpatine’s manipulation of Amidala.

Would she make the same decision if she knew Palpatine would be nominated?

What are Padmé’s thoughts as she speaks before the senate? Immediately before and after?

23. “My fate will be no different from that of our people.”

When, how, and why does Padmé make the decision to return to Naboo?

Queen Amidala leaves fed up with politics, but as Senator she sticks up for democracy. How does her thinking evolve?

Padmé has a tendency to fling herself into danger. Where does it come from? Discuss this as a strength and a weakness.

The prequels are all about ‘fate’. How does it affect Padmé?

24. “I need your help.”

What does Padmé know of the Gungans before she meets one?

What motivates Amidala’s choice to ask Jar Jar and the gungans for help?

The Jedi, Anakin, and Jar Jar all help Padmé achieve her goals, for various reasons, how do these interactions influence her as Queen and later Senator versus as an individual person?

25. “I am Queen Amidala.”

Why does Padmé choose to reveal herself to Boss Nass?

How does Padmé realize she must swallow her pride to convince the gungans to help her?

26. “Well, that is why we must not fail to get to the Viceroy. Everything depends on it.”

Discuss Padmé learning strategy as preparation for being Queen.

Why is it important to Padmé the Viceroy is captured, not killed?

Amidala risks and loses many lives in this battle. How do they weigh on her?

27. “Now, Viceroy, we will discuss a new treaty.”

What would be Padmé’s ideal outcome from this point?

Discuss the antagonistic relationship between Padmé Amidala and Nute Gunray.

Padmé practices aggressive negotiations in this scene; how integral are they to her style?

PART FOUR: FAVORITES AND FORMATS

You are of course free to fill (or combine!) both prompts.

28. Your Favorite Quote said by or about Padmé Amidala or Create a game for the community to solve (puzzle, crossword, a ‘Where’s Waldo’ map, rebus, a game of logic, scavenger hunt, bingo card etc.)

29. Your Favorite costume worn by Padmé Amidala or Create a chart relating to Padmé Amidala (flowchart of her progress in politics, org chart of Naboo, family tree, Naboo censor data, Senate seating chart etc.)

30. Your Favorite Trope or AU involving Padmé Amidala or Create a collage inspired by Padmé Amidala

31. Your Favorite Song on the Official Star Wars Padmé Amidala Playlist or Create a playlist inspired by Padmé Amidala

Thank you and Enjoy!

[desireandduty]

i'd love to see sleepy, domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast for anakin ♡

50 Kiss & Tell Prompts for @pinebox | Accepting!

Padmé Amidala Naberrie had a great many talents. She was a skilled orator, a very good shot with a blaster and could think quickly on her feet when in a pinch. She also had a well-honed sense of fashion, particularly how to use her wardrobe to make a statement. She just couldn't cook. Or rather, she had an extremely basic repertoire that came from the simplest recipes she'd learned to cook with her mother as a young girl. For the four years of her reign, she'd had a chef at the palace and absolutely no need to improve her skills. When she became a Senator, she found herself working late so often that ordering takeout or subsisting on smoothies and other pre-made foods was easier.

But now that she had someone else to cook for (occasionally), she was determined to do better. Anakin had arrived back late last night from his first deployment, and she felt that he deserved a homemade breakfast.... even if it was just a very basic eggs and toast with jam. So this morning when she woke up, she very carefully and gently snuck out of bed, pulling on a plush dressing gown to head into the kitchen and get started on breakfast.

She had thought she was being very quiet, just humming softly to herself in the gentle morning light pouring into the kitchen window. Plus, she was so busy concentrating on not burning the eggs that she didn't hear his footsteps behind her or realize she was not alone until his arms wrapped around her from behind. Startled, she almost dropped the spatula, and she heard him chuckling against her skin as he leaned down to drop a few kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"You're going to ruin your breakfast," she informed him, trying her hardest to look put out by him startling her. But it was impossible to be actually upset with him. Not when she was so happy to have him home. In fact, it was quite difficult for her to resist him at all. Deciding that the eggs looked plenty well cooked, she turned off the heat to the burner and then turned in his arms until she was facing him. "Good morning," she said, beaming up at him and rising up on tiptoe to rub her nose to his in a little Eskimo kiss. "I'm so glad you have you home."

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

I feel like y/n lannister would these.

@whenthesnow-felloverwinterfell.

even the makeup.

[hafanforever]

Mistaken Identity

When Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace premiered in 1999, the producers ran a disinformation campaign to suggest that Queen Amidala and the handmaiden Padmé were two separate people, and that Natalie Portman played both characters at all times. This is not true, and I think there are some people who are still confused and have a misconception about it when they watch the film. But I know the story behind it, and I will explain it to the best of my ability to make fans understand it better.

First of all, Queen Amidala and Padmé are indeed one and the same person. The real name of the character, played by Portman, is Padmé Naberrie. According to Star Wars canon, when Padmé went into politics as a preteen, she adopted “Amidala” as a regnal name. At the age of 13, she was elected Queen of her planet Naboo and went by the name of “Queen Amidala.” It was decided by her security officers that if her life was ever in danger, Padmé would disguise herself as one of her five handmaidens and use her birth name, while her handmaiden Sabé would act as her decoy and assume the persona of Queen Amidala, complete with the wardrobe and makeup.

So whenever Portman is shown onscreen, she is playing her own character of Padmé, who is the real Queen. For some scenes, she is out of makeup and wardrobe, since she is undercover as a handmaiden. In those same scenes, notably those where the Queen is wearing the black outfit with the huge feather headdress, the “Queen” is actually Sabé, who is played by Keira Knightley. The other known time on screen when Sabé is disguised as the Queen and Padmé is undercover is when the latter reveals her true identity to the leader of the Gungans, up though the Battle of Naboo. When Padmé and her cohorts are captured during the battle, she plays an instrumental role in deceiving Viceroy Nute Gunray. Initially believing that Padmé is the real queen, when he sees Sabé, he orders his troops to follow Sabé, believing she was the real queen and that Padmé was the decoy. This provides Padmé the opportunity to retrieve her blaster and take the Neimoidian into custody.

As I described above, Padmé using a decoy was done to keep her safe if her life was threatened. Among other things, dressing up as a non-royal figure allowed her to do and see things going around her that she wouldn’t be able to do while in her normal queen state. One of these examples was when she went with Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and R2 to learn what Tatooine was like. She was also able to keep her identity safe since few people, including Viceroy Gunray, actually knew that Padmé was her real name, not Amidala.

[exitiosae-arch]

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[qvakearchive]

sb: underwear doesn’t exist in space me: so you mean to tell me in a universe with laser swords and hundreds of different lifeforms and cultures, the entirety of padmé amidala naberrie skywalker’s wardrobe is Entirely Plausible but bras aren’t