#ruwee naberrie

[this-acuteneurosis]

Tread Softly

It matters how you handle a wasteland.

[stealingpotatoes]

And I'll Go With You

Summary: After finding out about their long lost family, the Naberries invite Luke & Leia to the family home for a traditional Naboo dinner. Leia’s feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.

(sequel to my pooja meets the twins comic that got too long (nearly 3k) and turned into a fic instead of a 2nd comic!!) -- [also on ao3!]

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It wasn’t like Luke had been eating badly these past few months. Ever since the Rebellion had become the New Republic, rations had been swapped out for consistent, mostly-hearty meals. There were still battlefields and shoddy basecamps, of course, where the food primarily consisted of ration packs and whatever the base cooks could make with what they’d managed to get through battle lines. Yet those were slowly becoming the exception and not the rule, especially as Luke fell further into the ancient role of Jedi diplomat, helping Leia convince systems to join the New Republic. Battles in politics tended to mean fancy meals with too many people and food Luke couldn’t even begin to understand. Even moreso for him than most; politicians and the like were more than happy to offer their finest meals to the Jedi master who’d blown up the Death Star and supposedly defeated the Emperor. 

But none of that fine cheffery compared to the simple stomach-filling warmth of a home-cooked meal -- especially not a home-cooked meal prepared by his grandmother (he had one of those now!) for him, his sister, and their entire family. 

Luke looked around the Naberrie dining room, joy bubbling in his chest and stomach at the warmly-lit sight. Empty dishes and plates stretched across the long table, that had earlier been filled with all kinds of Naboo dishes Luke had never seen or tried before. At either head of the table, his grandparents sat laughing at something Ryoo, sitting by their grandmother, had just said. At Luke’s side, Leia was enraptured in a quiet conversation with their cousin and her old colleague, Pooja, that Luke imagined he wouldn’t understand even if he was listening. His aunt and uncle, Sola and Darred, were the only ones not seated, circling around the table and dilligently clearing up the wreckage of the family meal.

“Are you sure you don't want some help with that?” Luke asked Sola as she piled up another plate opposite him.  

“Really Luke, it’s alright,” she replied with a kind smile.

Luke half expected an assertion that he was their guest to follow, but none came. The blank space left a sunny feeling in his chest; he wasn’t a guest here, he was family. Completely and utterly welcome, as if he’d been a part of that family his whole life, and not as of a few days ago. 

He was so wrapped up in the small joy that he almost didn’t notice Leia’s quiet excuse me, before she gently placed her napkin down on the table and gracefully got up to leave the dining room. 

Luke doubted the Naberries thought anything of it -- Leia’s years of politics made her far too good at hiding her emotions to let them do otherwise. She was so good that even the strongest of force users might not have been able to sense it through her mental and expressive shields. But Luke was not any old strong force user; he was Leia's twin, and so her secret turmoil blared in his head like a whirring attack alarm. 

He cleared his throat and excused himself too, not sticking around to field anyone’s quick questions (though knowing he should’ve). He wound through the love-filled house, following his senses and memory of the tour they’d been given earlier to reach the starlike presence of his sister. He passed through only two short hallways, both’s walls were filled to the brim with memories he’d never known. Holos of his young cousins, of Sola and Darred on their wedding, and of a brown-haired woman Luke wished he’d known as mom. He’d learn every story behind each of the pictures and keepsakes, some day. 

He reached the back garden door -- a light, wooden thing, as ornately simple as the rest of the house -- and stepped into the early night. 

The garden was hardly cold, but the sudden coolness compared to the hearth-warmth of the house bit at Luke. He stared up for a moment. Three moons hung white in the sky, painting the white house walls and the green of the garden in blueish moonlight. It was strange how it reminded him of home and yet was so different. Tatooine too had three moons, though all it did was turn golden sand a deep, colourless blue or silver. Never the friendly blue of Naboo’s.

Shaking himself from the thought, he easily spotted his sister standing cross-armed in front of a neat, flowery maybe-vegetable patch. Her white, Naboo-style dress with puffy sleeves and a many-layered skirt stood out against the dark of the moonlit garden as if it were a small, fourth moon itself. 

Leia had bought the dress shortly before their diplomatic trip to Naboo for any formal dinners they would be invited to as a part of their Republic negotiations with the Naboo. It was, apparently, very strategically important to acknowledge the culture of those you wished to diplomatise with -- even if Luke and his poor galactic fashion knowledge thought the dress looked no different from any of her Alderaanian dresses. He supposed it was lucky he got to wear his Jedi robes everywhere. 

“Hey,” Luke started, stepping up beside her, careful not to get his boots too close to the pristine flowers. 

Leia smiled up at him, almost hiding her sorrowful expression. “Hi.” 

She glanced back at the windows of the house, where warm, orange light diffused out across the neatly cut lawn, not quite reaching their night-blue patch of the garden. “You didn’t need to come out here for me,” she half-apologised. “It’s cold, you should get back to dinner.” 

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

Leia opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, as if realising I’m fine was a useless excuse to your brother who could sense your emotions. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“You’re my sister, yes, I do,” Luke smiled with a slight shake of his head. After a breath, e leaned down slightly, trying to better enter Leia’s pointed-down sightline. “Hey, if you want to leave, I’m sure we can come up with some urgent New Republic excuse.” 

Leia was the far better liar, but Luke had the added advantage of being one of the only Jedi in the galaxy. If Leia didn’t come up with some political excuse, Luke could always make something up about the force that nobody could refute. 

Luke shrugged. “We’ve been here half the day, anyway, I’m sure they won’t take it personally if we miss one last course. There’ll be other--” 

“No, no, I want to stay,” Leia shook her head with a sure furrow of her brow. “Really, I just needed some air. I don’t-- I can’t leave this.” 

Luke nodded, hoping she didn’t notice how thankful he was that he didn’t have to go. 

“It’s a nice night to be out.”

“Mm. Naboo’s temperature is quite agreeable,” Leia said, her voice growing politically hollow. 

What were they doing, talking about the weather like they were at some stunted party? Luke wanted to say Leia, we both know I’m bad at this not-talking-about-feelings thing, please just tell me what’s on your mind, but he knew his sister well enough to know a brute-force question like that wouldn’t get much out of her. He needed to wait and let her talk on her own terms. So Luke left a gentle space in the air between them, one that Leia could fill when she was ready. Only quiet night birds and the faint rustle of garden trees were so brave as to interrupt it. 

“Maybe I came out here for more than air…” Leia mumbled, predictably rewarding the silence after some long moments. “It's only that they’re so… I don’t know how to say this.” 

“It’s okay, you can say whatever it is,” he managed through the slight panic entering his mind. Did Leia not like their new family? But they were so nice! They were perfect! 

Clearly noticing the worry knotted in his brow, Leia held her hands up. “No, no, it’s nothing against them. It’s barely even about them as people, it’s just…” 

Luke only watched for her continuation, aware all he could do was try to project his own comfort through the force.

Leia forced a deep breath in and out, clenching her eyes shut for a short moment. “When I lost Alderaan, I lost everyone. I lost my father, my mother-- anyone I’d so much as briefly considered family. I had nobody to call my own. Nobody. And I thought that was going to be it, forever. I thought that I would never have any family ever again.” 

“But then,” a smile crept onto Leia’s lips as she gave Luke a short glance, “you came blasting into my life and you told me about everything, and suddenly I had family-- I had a brother!”

“Blasting is a bit of a strong word…”

Leia levelled him a raised eyebrow. “Is there a weaker word you think fits better, then?”

Luke huffed out a chuckle, remembering how quickly their first meeting had devolved into a blaster fight and a narrow escape of death. “I guess blasting works.”

Leia let out a quiet sigh, her presence brightening. “And suddenly it’s not just you, it’s our grandparents, our aunt, our uncle, our cousins, and it’s all…” Leia trailed off. 

Luke nodded slowly. 

Finding the Naberries had been very different for the two of them, but only now did he appreciate the true difference in what their new family meant for them both. 

He’d had little cause to think of what new family meant to the two of them before, given how easily she accepted Luke as her brother, and how resolutely she refused to accept Vader as her father. Luke had thought it was so simple; that it was just Luke was good in her eyes, Vader was not. He saw now that it ran deeper than just Vader’s evil. 

Luke loved his aunt and uncle, but they’d never claimed to be his parents. They had always left room for Luke to long for a mother and father, to dream of the people they never spoke about. He had despised the reality of his father at first, but come to accept that while Vader was not the father he dreamed of, he was Luke’s father nonetheless. However awkwardly he had filled that lifelong gap.

To Leia, Vader was not only a villain, but an invasive species. A predator, encroaching on the still-sore memory of Bail and Breha Organa. He could not be her father; that position belonged solely and permanently to Bail and nobody else. Vader would only ever be relegated to a ‘birth father’ -- and that was only on days that Leia felt particularly merciful. 

The Naberries, on the other hand, didn’t stand to replace anyone. Padmé Amidala, their mother (force, that was weird to think), may have stood too close to Breha’s position -- but Luke suppose finding out your birth mother was your childhood hero and a founder of the rebellion was very different to finding out your parent was the Emperor’s genocidal attack dog. And even then, she was gone now. She could play little part other than a puzzle piece and a forgotten memory; she did not threaten to take a dead parent's place like the living Vader had once done. 

The rest of the Naberries were purely happy additions to their family. There was no limit to how many aunts and uncles and cousins you would have, and neither twin had ever had grandparents before. Their family had become so full and so big with only a chance meeting of Leia’s old Senate colleague Pooja (and some intervention from an unsettling resourceful woman named Sabé). It had all happened so fast, and it was so wonderful… and so easily overwhelming. 

Even Luke struggled to get his mind over all the sudden expansions to his once-thought-gone family, and his grief over two family members and strange hermit mentor was hardly comparable Leia’s planet-sized grief. He knew it wasn’t, because he had felt the difference for himself, every time she saw a certain plant or a heard a certain phrase. Such little things would bombard their force-bond with the soul-crushing grief that had hit Leia out of seeming nowhere. 

Luke stretched the force out to Leia now, focusing on her shields as uninvasively as he could. Her heavy mantle of grief lay near-dormant, at least, but it was still present in the back of her mind. 

Leia glanced up at him from the flowers, perhaps sensing his search despite her lack of training. If she did, she made no comment. 

Luke put his flesh hand on her shoulder. 

Leia delicately rested her own hand on it, bringing her eyes to firmly meet his. “I am okay. It’s just… it’s…” Leia -- the princess whose educated words never faltered, the general who could muster the greatest of speeches out of thin air -- stuttered.

“It’s a lot to deal with,” Luke offered. 

Leia gave him a nod. 

“But you're not dealing with it alone,” he said, turning around to face Leia in full. After a moment of quiet staring up, she turned to face him too. “I know this isn't all quite the same for me. I know it’s… a different kind of difficult. Still, I’m here. I’m always here for you. And I’m sure all of them are too,” Luke said with a nod back to the house. 

Leia hummed in agreement-acknowledgement.

“I don't think they're expecting you -- expecting either of us -- to be completely and suddenly okay with this. I’m sure it’s almost as much for them as it is for us. But they're our family. We may not know each other very well yet, but they already love us so much.”

Luke knew it so certainly; he could sense all the Naberries’ love for the twins, as strong as the heat of the suns on a Tatooine noon. Mottled by cloudy grief in places, but always oh-so present. It radiated off each of them in waves whenever Luke and Leia were around. 

“I think I’m just trying to say it’s okay,” Luke concluded, losing steam in his speech. “However you’re feeling now, it’s gonna be okay.” 

Silence drifted between them, entirely comfortable and nothing like the eager, questioning one Luke had left earlier.

“Thank you,” Leia smiled finally.

Luke shook his head. “It’s nothing.” 

“No, really, thank you. I don’t think I say it enough, but I love you Luke. I’m-- thank you. For being my brother.” 

Before Luke could even think of replying, Leia crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his robes and shoving her face into his shoulder. Luke caved into the hug, pulling his arms tight around his sister in return. 

“I love you too,” he replied softly. 

They stayed like that for a good few moments, fused together like twin stars, basking in each other’s presence as if they truly were so. The galaxy seemed so utterly at peace in the garden around their tight-armed cradling, like it had never faced a single war or fight, like Luke and Leia had always been one and never been ripped apart by the tragedy of circumstance. 

Luke sensed Pooja’s presence -- joyous, if a little timid -- before he heard her treading over the grass towards him and his twin. The two of them pulled apart to face Pooja at the same time, arms still half-pressed together. 

Pooja came to a slow stop as they did, standing still in the bright square of warm window-light. It painted the the cream of her dress a loving orange and made her half-up curls near-glow with its source behind her. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…” she started serenely, half-smiling at her cousins standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the blue near-dark. 

Leia shook her head, moving towards Pooja. “We were just about to come back in anyway.” 

Pooja brightened, bringing her hands to an almost-clap. “Perfect timing! I came to tell you Grandma’s about to serve up dessert. It’s cake, her speciality.” 

“Sounds wonderful,” Luke’s mouth watered at the thought of more of Jobal Naberrie’s cooking, despite the protests from his already-full stomach. 

“Not as wonderful as it tastes. Now come on!” Pooja over-gestured. “If we don't hurry, Ryoo will have eaten all of it before we get there!”

Leia laughed with all the gentle warmth of the Naboo sun. “We’re coming Pooja, don't worry!”

They followed their hurried cousin back to the nearby door, forming a line as they reached the portico of the entrance.

“I'm so happy we found you both,” Pooja admitted quietly as she held the door open for her cousins. The two of them stepped back into gentle embrace of the family home, something sweet hanging in the warm air. 

Leia gave Luke a quick glance before she turned to Pooja; “I’m happy we found you too.”

[lenoreamidala]

The Naberrie family was a human family native to the planet Naboo in the Mid Rim region of the galaxy. Though of humble beginnings, a member of the family, Padmé Naberrie, became a prominent political figure during the Fall of the Republic, beginning with her election as the Monarch of Naboo. The daughter of Ruwee Naberrie and his wife, Jobal Naberrie, Padmé was publicly known as Amidala, Queen of the Naboo following her ascension to the throne in 32 BBY. She had a sister, Sola Naberrie, who gave birth to Ryoo and Pooja Naberrie.

[spell-cleaver]

The Protégé Chapter 34: Everything is Dangerous

As Luke is confronted with the unexpected, Alderaan is confronted by a violent Vader on their doorstep.

"Come inside," Ahsoka said calmly. Sabé hated that she could stay serene in even the worst of circumstances. She could too, but at least she had the decency to look repressed while doing it. "He escaped."

"He escaped? Why—"

"He didn't want to come. He insisted that he needed to stay with his mother."

Sabé glanced away, working her jaw. Had she already lost him?

"We anticipated that," she said, pushing past Ahsoka. It was a dinky little ship, big enough for one or two bunkrooms, a main room beside the cockpit, and one escape pod. An escape pod which, she realised when she marched past the ladder to that part of the wall, was gone. "How did you…?"

"He's a good liar. I thought he had come around."

Another thing he'd picked up from Padmé, then. Luke had never been a good liar.

"So you kidnapped him, he convinced you he was alright with being kidnapped, you took your eyes off him for one minute, and he launched the escape pod?" She laughed bitterly to hide the tears pricking her eyes. "I don't blame you. I can believe that of him."

"I thought as much, based on his parents."

"Don't talk about his parents. When did this happen?"

Read the rest on AO3 or on FFN! 

[priscaren]

Star Wars Saga Family Tree

Or the Lars-Naberrie-Organa-Palpatine-Skywalker-Solo Family Tree

[sw5w]

Padmé Watches Anakin

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:28:27

[sidonius5]

ℐ𝒻 𝓟𝓪𝓭𝓶𝓮 𝓐𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓪 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷'𝓼 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒...

[skywalkr-nberrie]

I was rereading some chapters of Queen’s Peril, and I just love how the book talks about how as a kid Padmé use to travel off world with her dad, Ruwee, to other planets and doing public service, like food distribution, relocating citizens, etc. Padmé even suggested to her family that they grow a kitchen garden in their backyard, and save the crop (vegetables, fruits) they grow and donate it to starving families, on world and off world.

I also just love how the story parallels Anakin and Padmé in the narrative, in the sense that they both come from modest origins, and humble beginnings, (Of course, Padmé’s dad is well endorsed in relief movements and public service, but the Naberries still aren’t noblemen.) but are destined to become prodigies whom were both identified as gifted and brilliant young people at an early age. Also they’re strong sense of justice, with Padmé wanting to aid anyone in need, and Anakin vowing to leave Tatooine someday and free the slaves. It’s giving ✨ “made for one another” and “soulmatism” ✨

[saphronethaleph]

Clickbait

“Okay, there we go,” Birka Mars said, finishing with her keypad and pushing it away. “Piece finished.”

Her boss looked at her.

“What?” Birka asked. “Like I said. Piece. Finished.”

“Is it properly finished, this time?” Hemarr said. “You remember what happened last time we ran a story you hadn’t finished.”

“I’d finished the writing,” Birka defended herself. “I just hadn’t got all the sources quite lined up. And it was true anyway, right?”

Hemarr rubbed his temples.

“Yes, eventually,” he said. “After a five month court case and a visit from the Coruscant Guard. We’ve been over this, Birka – your gossip pieces earn you big bucks but they have to be weighed against the risks.”

“Right, right, I get the point,” Birka muttered. “Okay, okay. So send it over to Legal. What kind of issues could there be, anyway?”

Hemarr opened up the file on his own datapad, and scrolled through it.

“Senator Amidala’s baby bump,” he said. “Well, at least you’re not accusing anyone of… you didn’t, did you?”

“Not at all,” Birka said. “I made sure I only ever insinuated without ever actually asserting.”

“It’ll probably do,” Hemarr muttered, scanning down the page. “Experts say… they did, right?”

“Geetwo said there was a ninety-four percent probability,” Birka replied. “And he is an expert, he’s got the programming for it.”

“That droid needs recalibrating,” Hemarr said. “But his ninety-four is probably good enough for us to be covered… all right, there’s only one thing you missed for us to be sure.”

“I thought I caught everything,” Birka protested.

“Almost,” Hemarr replied. “But you said ‘out of wedlock’. That’s an actionable claim.”

“Oh, come on!” Birka said. “Senator Amidala isn’t married.”

“Then make sure we can prove it,” Hemarr told her. “Look, I know gossip pieces are time sensitive, but but they’re not that time sensitive. Go to Naboo, confirm it, get some interviews with her family and we can roll them in as soundbites if they’re particularly good.”

Birka Mars was still smarting two days later.

“Really,” she muttered, flicking through paper files of all things. “Naboo could do with being a damn sight more… up to date. Let’s see… Amaryllis… Amecorian… Amidala, let’s do an exhaustive check…”

Her grumbles trailed off, as she held the one document with that name on it up to the light.

Then checked again.

“Padme Amidala, daughter of Ruwee and Jobal Naberrie,” she said, frowning. “That checks… Naberrie is her birth name, since Amidala is a regnal name. But…”

Birka put the paper down, slowly and reverently.

“Oh,” she said, and hugged herself. “This is… this is so much better! I have an article to rewrite!”

Some days later, two matched Jedi Starfighters landed on one of the temple landing pads.

Anakin was out first, and he jogged over to Obi-Wan’s starfighter as the cockpit opened.

“So?” he asked. “Willing to accept that you’re actually an all right pilot, yet?”

“Believe it or not, Anakin, I can accept that I’m reasonable at something without at any point deciding that I like it,” Obi-Wan replied, with a sigh. “Which is where I currently sit with regard to flying a spaceship. It’s not something I get on with well.”

He lifted himself out of the seat, and clambered down. “Well… now we need to report in.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Anakin conceded. “What do we know, anyway?”

“We know – for sure – that the Sith were involved with the clones,” Obi-Wan said. “That’s useful and potentially vital information, for the Republic and for the war. But we still have questions.”

He shook his head. “And it may be that sharing this information will simply lead the Senate to dislike the clones, or… we don’t know, that’s the truth of it.”

Then he looked up, as someone came running up – Bant Eerin, a Mon Cal Jedi who was one of his oldest friends.

“Bant!” he said. “It’s nice to see you!”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Obi,” Ban replied, but her attention was mostly on Anakin. “Is it true?”

“...is what true?” Anakin asked. “We fought Dooku, but he got away.”

“You did what?” Bant said, then shook her head. “No – not that, I mean… you know!”

“I’m afraid he doesn’t,” Obi-Wan noted. “And nor do I, I fear. We’ve been out of touch recently.”

“Oh, yeah, the mission you were on,” Bant realized. “Oba Diah, right? I guess it must have been serious – but – are you really married to Senator Amidala?”

Anakin froze. Completely.

Obi-Wan shot a sideways glance at his former Padawan, and decided that his good friend’s brain was probably in the process of trying unsuccessfully to recover from a boot loop.

“...people are asking about that?” Obi-Wan asked. “I assume they must be, if you assumed that we must have heard it.”

“There was this gossip column that published a scoop thirty hours ago,” Bant explained. “Said that they’d analyzed the Senator and found she was pregnant, and that she’d been married to Skywalker a couple of years ago.”

“But – what?” Anakin said, finally breaking out of his paralysis. “I – it was a secret marriage!”

“Yeah, they said it was filed as paperwork of all things,” Bant said, with a laugh. “Guess Naboo really is old fashioned about some things, right?”

“There was paperwork?” Anakin asked. “But… secret. Marriage…? Secret?”

“You know, Anakin, perhaps it would help to meditate on what a marriage actually is?” Obi-Wan suggested. “It’s a legal contract. That’s what separates it from having a girlfriend, after all – in many ways a marriage without a legal contract simply doesn’t exist. So the contract has to be there if someone looks for it.”

He folded his arms. “No, Anakin, I’m very disappointed in you. Because the other thing about a marriage is that it’s meant to involve your closest friends. If you were going to elope you could at least have told me about it – I’ve had the robes to wear as your best man picked out for two years now.”

Anakin turned utterly frazzled eyes on Obi-Wan.

“You knew!?” he asked.

“Anakin, when you came into the arena you were kissing,” Obi-Wan said. “I assumed she was your girlfriend, and that you were going to get married and quit the Order when the war was over. The Code forbids marriage, because it’s a formal statement that you prioritize the other person over the Jedi Order and the Code respects that, but it merely looks down on love.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Bant asked. “Also, uh. Fair warning? Don’t leave the temple, or you’ll get swarmed by reporters.”

[desireandduty]

Pad'vodou for @hen1chaer

It's a beautiful summer day on Naboo. A handful of puffy clouds scatter across a pure blue sky. The faintest of breezes will keep the sunshine from being too oppressively warm, and they carry with them the scent of flowers blooming on the vines that climb the walls and railings of most of the villa. Even though they only arrived at the lake house yesterday, as soon as breakfast is done, Padmé dresses in a simple swimsuit and makes her way down to the water. Just as she did when she was a girl, she plans to swim out to the island and back before lunch time.

As much as she loves her big, (most of the time) happy, extended family, one of the things she treasures about Varykino is the opportunity for peaceful solitude. This summer, the extended Naberrie-Skywalker clan (which included Sola, Pooja, Ryoo, Jobal and Ruwee) had also brought along one of Leia's friends, Mara Jade Kryze. Having three teenagers in the house felt almost as chaotic as having toddlers had. At least teenagers are easier to travel with, since they pack their own suitcases and carry them around, that sort of thing.

Padmé smiles to herself, remembering the look on Anakin's face when he saw just how many cases they were taking with them to Naboo. You'd think after 17 years together, he would have realized that his upbringing made him an abnormally light traveler. It's with this smile on her face that she climbs down from the rock she'd been poised on, intending to wade into the water for her swim. It's only then that she notices Mara approaching. "Good morning," she greets her with a friendly smile. "Did you sleep all right?"

[ao3feed-obikin]

The Queen and Her Two Men

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52375171 by Lovemuffin01 When Queen Amidala of Naboo agreed to marry Lord Anakin Skywalker of Mos Espa she did not expect for herself to be pulled into his orbit like a moth to a flame. When the new Ambassador for Stewjon Prince Obi-Wan Kenobi came to Naboo Queen Amidala did not expect for both her and her new husband to become fast friends with the man. But as more and more threats start to circle around them the three of them must come together to protect Padme's throne and each other. So fair warning this is my first ever Star Wars fanfic but if you are still interested this is a Star Wars AU set in 14th century Mediterranean and North Africa. Words: 2332, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Naboo Royal Handmaiden Characters, Sola Naberrie, Pooja Naberrie, Jobal Naberrie, Ryoo Naberrie, Ruwee Naberrie Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Naboo Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Naboo Politics (Star Wars), Tatooine Slave Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Tatooine Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Stewjoni Obi-Wan Kenobi, Stewjoni Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Arranged Marriage read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52375171

[this-acuteneurosis]

Hi! I absolutely love DLB, and it made me appreciate the handmaidens way more than Canon ever did <3 I was wondering whether you have a headcanon regarding the handmaidens' names? Are their names their birthnames, or did they choose them specifically to sound like Padmé's? And do they actually have last names that they just never use? Might cause a lot of bureaucratic trouble if they didn't have last names lol. Also completely unrelated, but what does Sola think about Leia? Must be a bit weird that her baby sister has this batshit crazy friend that she is super protective of and who routinely causes absolute mayhem - or does she just see her as another handmaiden?

At least three of them changed their names for certain and at least one of them already matched. Feel free to speculate which ones. It's their favorite game to make people play.

As far as why they are never referred to by last name, it is absolutely related to the role they play, both in terms of not taking attention away from Queen Amidala, and deliberately taking attention away from Padmé Naberrie. They have full legal names, and if they hadn't stayed in Padmé's service on her senatorial staff, they would have gone back to them when they "retired." Some of them now go by their work names with their families, some of them do not.

Sola definitely thinks of Leia more like a handmaiden, when she thinks of Leia at all. Sola's actually a lot more familiar with Shmi, because Shmi's done so much work with Jobal and Ruwee. So in a lot of ways, Sola also thinks more of Leia as "Shmi's...kid?" Padmé is a giant hypocrite and is not any more forthcoming with her family about exactly how dangerous her job is than Leia is in general. The Naberries get some insights from how often Shmi checks her messages and sighs and shakes her head. But not much more than that. And they don't know Shmi super well, just better than Leia. Shmi is very busy.

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How is the Nabarries' relationship with Padmé and Luke in your au? Do they know about Leia and Anakin or are they involved with Padmé in the rebellion?

very good! Luke spent most of his early childhood with the Naberries when Padmé was senator-ing, so he's especially close with them! however they don't know about the rebellion at all and they don't know the full story around Luke's father (they're also being fed the lie abt him being some random Naboo guy not a jedi) or that Leia even exists ): so like mostly good but Jobal, Ruwee, and Sola are definitely aware Padmé's hiding smthn but nobody asks

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Tell more about visiting the family

Thank you for the ask

After Endor, Luke and Leia talk with Anakin and learn that they have grandparents on Naboo. Luke and Leia then goes to visit them, and since none of the Naberrie's new that Padmé was pregnant, let alone married, it comes as quite a suprise.

"I know this might come as a shock, but we are the children of Anakin Skywalker, and Padme Naberrie Skywalker," Leia said.

"What did you say?" Jobal said. Her glass fell to the ground and shattered, but she didn't even notice it.

"Padme Skywalker?" Ruwee exclaimed

"I knew it" Sola whispered.

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woah! was that PADMÉ AMIDALA walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from STAR WARS. they’re 25 and live in GLEN OAK HEIGHTS but watch out because they can be NAIVE + ANXIOUS but are actually DIPLOMATIC + GENEROUS. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of AN OPEN MEADOW AND A CLEAR SKY, THE SUN ON YOUR SKIN, FACE-FRAMING CURLS, & LIGHT ACADEMIA when imagining them. ( camila morrone, she/her )

[ * THE BASICS ! ]

NAME:  padmé amidala naberrie.

NICKNAME(S):  senator amidala.

ALIAS(ES):  n/a.

SPECIES:  human (naboo).

BIRTHDAY:  46 BBY.

BIRTHPLACE:  naboo.

PAST RESIDENCE(S):  coruscant.

CURRENTLY RESIDING:  glen oak heights, ivy cove.

LIVING SITUATION:  a large home that she (previously assumed) was inherited from a family member — 5 bedrooms, 4 1/2 bathrooms.

GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman, she/her.

SEXUALITY:  heterosexual.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married? single?

ETHNICITY:  argentinian, russian, ashkenazi jewish.

FACE CLAIM:  camila morrone.

OCCUPATION: curator at a local art museum, painter.

MEMORIES: padmé remembers everything up until the point that she told anakin she was pregnant — she does not know that she ended up having twins, that anakin ended up turning to the dark side, or of her own death. everything about the details of her fake life have now become hazy. she knows she met and befriended anakin in college, but as far as an actual (fake) family? she can't ever remember having one, after remembering her previous life.

[ * CONNECTIONS ! ]

MOTHER:  jobal naberrie.

FATHER:  ruwee naberrie.

SISTER:  sola naberrie.

SPOUSE/LOVE INTEREST/FRIEND: anakin skywalker.

SHIPS: anakin skywalker or men w/ chemistry.

CHILDREN: leia organa (unknown), luke skywalker (unknown)

GRANDCHILDREN: anakin solo (unknown), ben solo (unknown), jaina solo (unknown), jacen solo (unknown)

FRIENDS: obi-wan kenobi, bail organa, breha organa, c-3PO, R2-D2, more tbd.

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☔️ for the wip game?

☔: Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Ooh I have a ton of these, under the tag concept ask game, but I’m also super intrigued by the idea of Lucy being raised by Padmé’s family instead of Obi-Wan! I gave an explanation in this fic as to why that couldn’t happen (I needed to have Obi-Wan raise her, after all), but I think it would be interesting to explore!

She’d probably be raised as Ryoo and Pooja’s little sister, shrewd in politics like Padmé (despite Sola and Jobal’s attempts to steer her away…and probably to Ruwee’s delight)…and she’d likely befriend Leia first if she enters the Senate as Naboo’s representative.

(She’d also be on Palpatine and/or Vader’s radar, due to being from Naboo, raised by the Naberries, and bearing a striking resemblance to one Padmé Amidala…but hey, Leia resembled her too, and she made it through. The Naberries could protect Lucy too, if they were charged with her protection).

wip ask game!