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blue-sadie · 8 months

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A Youngling's Wings

Anakin Skywalker x Daughter Reader x Padmè Amidala

Summary: keeping safe and locking up is two different things but they just need to learn

Warning: none

3rd person pov

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a young girl named yn Skywalker. She was the beloved daughter of the great Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker, and the wise and caring senator, Padmé Amidala.

Yn had always been a spirited and curious child, eager to explore the vastness of the galaxy beyond her home.

However, her loving parents were incredibly protective of her. Having witnessed the darkest corners of the universe.

Anakin and Padmé sought to shield yn from any potential harm. They sheltered her within the safety of their home, rarely allowing her to venture beyond the walls that held their family.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, until yn's desire to see the world grew stronger with each passing moment.

One particular day, as she peered out of her bedroom window, her eyes fixated on the village situated on the near horizon.

An overwhelming longing flooded her heart, and without a second thought, she made up her mind.

Today would be the day she took her first steps into independence. Ignoring the nagging voice in her mind, yn snuck out of her parents' home.

As yn approached the bustling village, she couldn't resist the sense of adventure that enveloped her.

It was in this village that she met a group of accepting and kind-hearted teenagers. Their laughter, spontaneity, and openness to new experiences fascinated her.

Unbeknownst to yn, her parents had discovered her absence and were growing frantic with worry.

Back at their home, Anakin and Padmé exchanged anxious glances, their parental instincts in full force.

Fearful of the dangers that lay beyond their house, they decided to take action and track down their daughter.

In the village, yn's unexpected absence sparked conversation among the locals. Rumors spread quickly, reaching Anakin and Padmé just as they arrived.

Panic seized their hearts as they searched the village in haste, their worry evident on their faces.

Finally, they caught a glimpse of their daughter, surrounded by newfound friends.

Anakin and Padmé were overjoyed to find her safe but stewing in a mixture of relief and anger. They approached yn, their emotions evident in contrasting ways.

Anakin's voice was laced with concern "yn we were worried sick! There are dangers out there that you can't possibly comprehend."

Padmé's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You may feel ready to face the world, but we will always worry for your safety."

Yn stood her ground, her voice quivering with determination "I understand your concerns, but I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself."

Sensing the truth in their daughter's words, Anakin and Padmé couldn't help but feel immense pride at the strength she displayed.

Reluctantly, they embraced yn, grateful for her return but acknowledging her growing independence.

Together, they made their way back to their home, their hearts mended, and their bond stronger than ever.

From that day forward, Anakin and Padmé continued to protect their treasured daughter but with a newfound understanding. They knew that allowing yn to spread her wings was necessary for her growth and happiness.

And as yn embarked on her own adventures, her parents stood by her side, providing guidance and unconditional love, forever bathing her in the light of their protective embrace.

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agent-barnes40 · 1 year

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May the Force be with you.

Star Wars Men and Women celebrating Star Wars Day with you

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ben Kenobi), Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Leia Organa, Luke SKywalker, Han Solo, Rey, Poe Dameron, Finn, Kylo Ren(Ben Solo)

Taglist: @akela

The Prequels

Obi-Wan Kenobi

This man is so sweet, he's confused why there's a singular day to celebrate The Force in your universe but he's all for it. He considers today to be a special occasion and thus uses the force today for the tiny things.

Anakin Skywalker

He's roaming the day in his robes, (the only time he wears them) and he uses the force as he normally does, but this time it's mostly for you. He's got his arms around you and casually floating this around you and for you. He doesn't take today to celebrate the force, he takes today to celebrate you.

Padme Amidala

She doesn't have the force but takes today to celebrate her life, like another life day. She's here to dance around with you and has a grip on your hips.

The Originals

Luke Skywalker

Luke's still young and yet he's got a huge grip on the force, just like his father but he doesn't use the force for silly things like floating things for you unless you expressly ask him for it. He's glad to spend today with you.

Leia Organa

She's a princess, not a Jedi. She can't do that force stuff like her brother can, but she's glad to spend a day with you and be yours without any diplomatic stuff.

Han Solo

He doesn't get it really, he just knows today's a day to celebrate him and who he is. He's secretly excited that in some universe, there's a day to celebrate what he's done to the universe as a sexy man. (yes, he's seen the edits)

The Sequels

Rey

She doesn't call herself a Jedi, even after everything she's gone through, she's just Rey but she loves to spend a day with you celebrating her universe. She feels like she's accomplished something other than saving her universe. She's glad to spend a day with you, watch TV, and drink wine.

Poe Dameron

THIS MAN FLIRTS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF TODAY! He's all like "A day just for me??" even when you explain it's not just for him. He gets serious though when he realizes that your universe marketed off the things that happened in his. (Google, execute Order 66) He wants to watch the movies with you though; seeing the past might be fun.

Finn

He's more of a "Can we not talk about what happened?" person when it comes to him realizing that your universe celebrates his universe for an entire day. (He wants all the Lego sets) He loves seeing the videos and stuff and doesn't want to watch the movies, so he'll watch the shows with you. (He likes Mando and thinks he and Poe would get along well)

Kylo Ren (Ben Solo)

He's very sweet, much like his grandfather, using the force to move things around for you. He wants to watch the movies, by the way. He then finds it creepy just how alike the actors are to how his family and enemies look like. (Oh baby don't go to Disney) and so he just sits and watches the Bloopers that come with the movies.

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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Idk how to explain this new thing I'm into. But it's like having a yandere and also having a co-darling. Like, imagine having a super scary yandere who loves you and would literally kill for you. But also having a platonic yandere who's your best friend and would literally die for you. The best part is that both yanderes get along and love each other too. Idk what this is called, but it's simultaneously super hot and super fluffy. 😭💞😭💞

(I guess a way of explaining it is: imagine being BFFs with Padme but also having Anakin be madly obsessed with both of you)

I'll post something tonight that embodies this post. If anyone understood what I meant, then feel free to share your ideas in the askbox🤣🤣🤣

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sokkadora · 28 days

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Will You Stay// ch 2

Bi!Padme x F!Reader

(a/n: finally updating this one haha, im still deeply in love w padme, but most of the demand is for the ani stories 👀)

your arrival on Coruscant brings new faces, old memories, and familiar danger

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, cursing

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Years later, you and Padme became inseparable, you loved her and she loved you.

She grew to be a beautiful woman, her brown hair growing longer and her features sharpening; though, her beauty marks remained.

You were to accompany Padme to a meeting with the Jedi Council on Coruscant. You saw that she was rather excited to be in the governmental capital once more. You loved how passionate she was for democracy and freedom.

On the way, she told you the Jedi who helped her when she was stranded on Tatooine all those years ago would be there. You could tell she was looking forward to meeting him again.

Her memories of the jedi, Qui-Gon and his apprentice Obi-Wan were much more exhilarating than your memories of that time.

During that period, you had been sent to the planet Aalderan as a decoy for the Queen, that was one of the few times you had ever been separated from her.

The elevator ride up was silent but she made sure to squeeze one of your hands for comfort.

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Two men dressed in classic jedi robes came sauntering towards where you and Padme were waiting. One had longer orange-ish hair, a beard, and kind eyes, that must be Obi-wan. The other stood a bit taller and sported a shorter cut with a padawan braid tailing from the back. He looked a little younger than the latter and his eyes were filled with ambition.

You noticed something you didn’t particularly appreciate about the younger jedi… his wandering gaze as he looked upon Padme.

He appeared enchanted, ravenous, and held a sense of longing, almost as if he was in love.

As you examined the man further you had to admit, he was handsome.

His shoulders were broad and his jawline sharp. His deep blue eyes, a sea of emotion. You hated to admit it, but he had a beautiful face; the prettiest you had seen on a man.

As much as you hated how he looked at your lover, you hated the look on her face even more. You had seen that face before… the face of a woman who was intrigued.

Fuck.

After introductions you followed behind her into the lounge room, “I have a bad feeling about that one” you whispered into her ear.

You hoped it was just jealousy, but there was something a little off with that jedi.

Soon after the initial formalities, Padme and you finally retired to her suite. You proceeded with the normal duties of a handmaiden; undoing her dress, helping her take off her headdress, wiping the makeup off her face, all the while staying noticeably silent.

Her soft brown locks fell around her beautiful face as you undid her hair.

“Something’s troubling you, what is it my darling?” her sweet voice called as she rested a polished hand against your blushing cheek.

Her warm brown eyes calms your nerves and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

“I’m sorry m’lady, I’m just a little wary of the jedi men… there was something…off about the younger one.” you said, taking her hands in yours.

“Little ani?” she asked before letting out a small giggle. “He is harmless, I assure you he only means the best”.

Not quite comforting for you…

She sighed as she noticed your rigid form, she placed a gentle hand on the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Y/N… It will be ok” she whispered against your lips.

Though you may not have been completely at ease, her comforting aura calms your nerves.

“Ok, Padme”

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Night fell upon the city of Coruscant and the bright neon lights of the bustling city lit up the streets. Outside the windows of the high rise speeders of all colors and sizes zoomed around the designated lanes below. Padme had returned to her room for the night, she had a busy schedule this week after all.

You were alerted of the guards posted all around the building to hopefully capture the assassin that was rumored to be after Padme. You didn’t have total faith in the guards, but you let them carry on with their jobs.

You wandered the halls of the penthouse for a final check of your own, before you would retire back to your lady.

You walked past the large room everyone had gathered in earlier that day, the young jedi and his master stood in the middle of the dark room.

“I don’t like just waiting for something to happen” you heard “ani” say.

Muffled voices spoke more until you heard the young one’s voice again.

“I don’t think she likes me watching her,” he said, referring to the surveillance cameras in her room.

“Nor do I” you interjected, emerging through the shadows.

The two men shifted their gaze to you, you were no longer in your usual handmaiden garb, instead you sported a nightgown similar to Padme’s, just less decorative.

You felt the energy in the room shift.

“Excuse the intrusion, but I don’t think we ever officially introduced ourselves, I am Y/N, Senator Amidala’s personal handmaiden” you bowed to the men in front of you.

The younger one stared intently at you, you wondered if he could sense your distaste for him. You met his icy stare before turning to the bearded man.

“My apologies, madame. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my padawan, Anakin Skywalker. We are honored to serve your lady and provide as much security as necessary”

“It is nice to make your acquaintance, I appreciate your dedication to M’lady, but I do agree, I do not think she appreciated fairing under your watchful gaze” you narrowed your eyes at the younger man who was still staring at you.

He blinked a few times before straightening his posture, “Well, It’s not like I really needed to see anything, I can sense everything going on in that room” he said arrogantly with an annoying smile.

“Are you so sure?”

“Oh, I am very sure.” Anakin smirked.

“What is M’lady feeling right now then?” you inquired deviously.

“That is classified information” he responded, looking too proud of himself.

“I can sense something too” you perked up

“And what would that be?”

“Well…I don't exactly have to be a Jedi to sense your strong feelings for her”.

He jerked his head back and his master looked over at him with wide eyes. You knew Obi-Wan already had an idea, because you overheard their conversation to Jar Jar after the initial meeting today. But neither of them expected to hear you say that out loud.

“I thought part of your code was not to form attachments, seems to me you should work on that instead of trying to sense Padme’s every feeling” you said making your exit to check up on the guards downstairs.

You knew it was a little too informal to refer to her as “Padme”, that was not a handmaid's place; actually, no one was supposed to know that you and her had such a relationship, it was forbidden.

But your protectiveness over her flared when the padawan began speaking of her as if he knew her like you did.

He really had the audacity to insinuate he could feel her through his “force”, for makers sake, he was a fucking padawan!

You walked off the thoughts as you went downstairs to check on the post in the lobby. Though soon, you heard the sound of a saber igniting. You ran back up to Padme’s room and prayed that the saber was not giving a blow to her.

You turned the corner to see Anakin on top of her with his saber and Obi-Wan crashing through the window to chase a droid.

“Padme!” you exclaimed as you hurried to her side.

Before you reached her you exchanged a dirty look with Anakin, “So much for sensing everything” you spat. And he narrowed his eyes before running out to chase his master and the assassin.

If his “sense” was as strong as he boasted, he would have known there was a droid ready to deliver danger to Padme, before it even touched the window.

Padme had barely woken and was utterly confused. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing; everything in your body told you to hold her, but there were too many people around. Instead, you took one of her polished hands and looked into her eyes, “M’Lady”.

“Senator, Are you alright?” someone spoke.

“Yes, I’ll be just fine. I just need to collect my thoughts. May I have a moment alone” she said, trying to get everyone to leave the room.

“I’m afraid we cannot allow you to be alone without protection”

“Y/N will stay with me, she is my handmaiden after all and each of my maidens are trained in defensive combat” she argued.

The officials in the room decided it best to keep the senator happy, and they all heard the stories of Senator Amidala's faithful handmaidens. Once they showed her to a fresh room and left, you pressed the sliding door closed and met her on the bed.

“Padme, my love, are you alright?” you held her head to your chest and kissed the top of her head.

Her heart was beating relatively quickly but it was starting to slow, “Yes, my dear, I am alright. Not like we haven't all had a failed assassination or two” she quipped.

Even in these times she reminded you how brave she was, she was barely phased at the fact that she could have died. You let out a small laugh before hugging her to your chest.

“I was just so worried… when I saw him on top of you with his lightsaber… I just didn’t know..”

Her face softened, she knew how protective you were of her, “oh, y/n, It’s alright, I’m alright” she smiled pulling you into a loving kiss. Her beautiful brown locks tickled your cheeks as you smiled into her.

“Shall we go to sleep? Or would you like to stay up” you asked.

“Let’s rest, we have a big day tomorrow and maker knows they are going to make a big deal of tonight” she sighed, pulling the covers of the new bed back.

“Are you sure?”

“Let me enjoy sleeping with you in this beautiful city for one night” she said, beckoning for you to join her.

And of course, you couldn’t resist your Lady.

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A/N: i wanna thank you guys again for being so patient w me!! life has been craaazy

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defectivevillain · 1 month

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vigilant veneration

pairing: Padmé Amidala/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

summary: After an assassination attempt on Senator Padmé Amidala, you're tasked with watching over her. One late night, you accidentally fall asleep outside her door—and you wake to find her staring down at you.

reader's pronouns are unspecified; race and gender are ambiguous; no physical descriptors are used.

word count: 1k | ao3 version

warnings: mentions of fatigue/exhaustion and a canonical assassination attempt

At first, you think you’re imagining someone calling your name. Then, there’s a light shove to your shoulder and you’re roused from sleep. You blink blearily, opening your eyes to find Padmé looking down at you. It begins to come back to you in that moment: you had watched over Padmé the previous night; you wanted a brief moment’s respite and had moved to sit on the ground; now, you’re still on the ground, but there’s sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains down the hall. You immediately push yourself to your feet—despite Padmé’s hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that you haven’t made a misstep—and regard her with a somewhat terrified expression.

You were assigned to watch over Padmé Amidala, the former Queen of Naboo and newly-declared Senator, after an assassination attempt very nearly took her life. You’ve been a Padawan for a few years now, and you hoped that, with the successful completion of this task, you’d be even closer to becoming a true Jedi. Moreover, selfishly speaking, you wanted to get to know Padmé better. You had seen her in passing and spoken to her a few times with Obi-Wan, but you never got the chance to truly interact with her. You’ve quickly grown to care for her—in a manner that far surpasses the professional boundaries mandated by your assignment and your status as a Jedi-in-training.

Now, as you look up at the Senator—who is staring at you with a mix of perplexity and something close to concern—you realize you’ve made a terrible mistake. “Your Highness, please forgive me-” You’re quick to stammer, beginning to grow quite nervous under her watchful gaze. Despite the fact that Amidala gave up her throne after her second term, it only feels right to address her as the Queen.

“It’s alright,” she responds, eloquent as always. You’re too frazzled and embarrassed to register that she’s not angry with you, so you continue speaking.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep- It was only for a few moments, I promise.” You try to justify. Admittedly, your heart is racing out of your chest as you’re faced with Padmé’s full attention. Yet, you can’t quite dwell on that in the face of the harrowing realization that you left the Senator entirely unguarded in her room. An assassin could’ve snuck into her room, broken the window, and killed her with a swift shot from a blaster. The thought sickens you.

“It’s alright,” Padmé repeats thoroughly, breaking you away from your panicked thoughts. She is calm and composed, which only makes you feel worse. Somehow, she is not acknowledging the severity of your blunder. “You can’t be expected to stay awake all night to watch over me.”

“But that’s my job,” you feel the need to remind her. Why isn’t she furious with you? She should be—her anger would be completely justified. “That’s what I’m here for, and I failed.” You realize aloud.

“You didn’t fail,” Padmé argues, her eyebrows furrowed. Her lips are pressed in a thin line now.

“I did,” you insist. “What if something had happened to you? I’d never forgive myself-” Your voice cracks slightly at the end of that statement and you hope she doesn’t notice. The prospect of being complicit in her assassination is… unacceptable.

“That’s quite enough,” Padmé interjects, before you can spiral any longer. The commanding tone in her voice makes you promptly shut your mouth. She extends a hand towards you, as if to place a hand on your shoulder, before evidently abandoning the gesture. “Dwelling on the past is a pointless endeavor. Besides, I can protect myself.” She raises an eyebrow after that, as if daring you to argue.

“I didn’t mean to imply otherwise,” you’re quick to say, shaking your head in disbelief at your own foolishness. You’re just tripping over your own words at this point, and with each statement, you’re incriminating yourself even more. You take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose. Admittedly, you didn’t get nearly enough rest—but you’d never burden Padmé with the details. Besides, this is what you signed up for. So what if you haven’t slept in three days? The Queen’s safety is far more important.

“Enough of this,” Padmé says, resolve written in her posture. There’s concern glittering in her eyes, but you dismiss it as a figment of your imagination. Surely Padmé isn’t genuinely worried for you. She simply wants her bodyguard—that’s really all you are, at this point—to be well enough to protect her. “You look positively exhausted.” She adds. The Senator is right. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror the prior night and nearly recoiled at your reflection, which sported extremely dark under-eye circles. You can’t imagine those went away overnight. “You need to rest.” Padmé maintains.

“No, it’s fine-” You try to say, only for her to cut you off.

“As your Queen, I’m ordering you to rest.” You blink at her for a few moments, and it takes several moments for you to convince yourself that you heard her correctly. At your surprised expression, she softens. “Come on.” Padmé motions for you to follow after her. After a moment’s contemplation, you do so. She’s a member of the Galactic Senate and the former Queen of Naboo, after all. You’re a mere Padawan. Who are you to refuse?

When the two of you make it to your bedroom, you move to sit on your bed. You expect Padmé to leave you with a farewell, but after a few moments, you’re forced to watch in thinly-veiled confusion as she pulls up a chair and sits down. Under her attentive gaze, you have no choice but to get under the covers and lie back against your pillow. “Sleep,” she says, not unkindly. “I’ll watch over you.”

That’s not necessary, you want to say. You don’t trust yourself to speak, though. Besides, you’re already struggling to keep your eyes open. You recline on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, quickly losing the fight to your exhaustion. The last sensation you register before falling asleep is a hand grasping yours with delicate care.

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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The Best Kind Of Crazy

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 16 Prompt: "Do you know a way out of here?"

Summary: Y/N's been captured by Separatists, seemingly with no hope of escape. That is, until Padmé Amidala gets captured too. Especially since she's never been one to sit around in a cell waiting for rescue.

Word Count: 1,833

Category: Fluff, Adventure

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I stared, eyes narrowed, watching the woman laying on the floor a few feet from me. She'd been thrown into this cell with me a few minutes ago, and the longer I looked at her, the more confident I became that she was Senator Padmé Amidala.

How she had ended up in a Separatist prison cell was beyond me, but it definitely wasn't good. I was a relatively low-ranking military strategist, and they'd had to go through an armed envoy to get to me.

My attention had just started to wander again when Senator Amidala stirred. She stretched as much as she could in handcuffs, then shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, when she realized where she was. Her gaze darted from her handcuffs to the cell door to me, and then she narrowed her eyes as her gaze stayed on me.

"Who are you?" she demanded. I gave her a small smile and raised one hand in a little wave. At least, I tried to just wave with one hand, but thanks to my handcuffs it ended up being two-handed.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said. "Low-ranking GAR strategist and trainee liaison to the Jedi."

She nodded, visibly relaxing when she realized I wouldn't be a threat to her.

"I'm Senator Amidala, but you can call me Padmé," she said with a sigh as she got to her feet. She quickly scanned the room again, then turned back to me. "Do you know a way out of here?"

I huffed a small laugh. "Sorry, no. If I did, I wouldn't have still been sitting here when you arrived."

Padmé nodded, looking a little distracted as her gaze wandered away from me. I obviously didn't know her very well, but I could see the gears turning in her head as she thought.

I just leaned back against the well where I sat, watching Padmé. I'd been going stir crazy for the day I'd been in this cell, and if Padmé wanted to run around kicking the walls, then I would gladly take the distraction from the nothingness.

I was about to make a comment about how unlikely I thought escape would be without help when Padmé reached up and pulled a pin out of her hair. I frowned, curious, as she crossed the room to stand in front of me.

"Hold out your hands, please."

I just watched her for a minute, trying to make sense of the strange request, then complied. What did I have to lose?

Padmé used one hand to grab my cuffs and hold them steady, then started working on the lock with her hairpin with the other. A second later, I heard a click, and they popped open.

I looked up at Padmé in awe as the cuffs dropped from my wrists to the floor. She took my hand and shoved the hairpin into it, then held out her own cuffs to me.

"Come on, we don't have much time. I'll talk you through how to do it."

I just blinked at her for a second, then jumped into action.

"That was... incredible," I said as I worked. A small smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Now, focus on feeling the tumblers of the lock. We have to hurry."

It took me MUCH longer than it had taken Padmé, but after a few minutes, the lock on her handcuffs popped open. Padmé had stayed calm and patient the whole time she'd been talking me through the lock picking, and now she quickly shed her cuffs and took the hairpin back. She went over to the cell door, looking both ways before pressing her back against the wall where the door would normally come to rest if it opened.

"Lay down on the floor," she said, patient but firm, to me. "Look as sick and unconscious as you possibly can, and then be ready to move when I tell you to."

I did as she said, my mind still absolutely whirling. What the hell was she planning, and how did she know how to do all this? Did normal politicians learn these things?

I didn't have much time to ponder my questions, because as soon as I closed my eyes on the floor, Padmé started shouting.

"Help! Please! We have a medical emergency!"

My heart started pounding in my chest, and while we didn't currently have a real medical emergency, the chances of my having a heart attack felt pretty high.

I heard grumbling and shuffling coming closer to our cell, but I didn't dare try to open my eyes and investigate.

"Please, help," Padmé repeated, presumably once a guard had come. "We're no use to you if we're dead."

Another grunt, and then I heard the jingling of keys. No. Way.

I kept my eyes shut tight, but I heard the lock turn and the door swing open. Heavy, shuffling footsteps came towards me, but before my panic could get out of hand, I heard a loud thud.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I didn't move or open my eyes at the sound, or when I heard a louder thud and felt the floor shake a little. Only when I heard Padmé's sigh before she said "okay, let's go" did I look.

My heart nearly stopped again when I found our guard unconscious on the floor, presumably knocked out by Padmé. She pulled his keys off his belt, then came over to offer me a hand. I took it, heart racing for a few different reasons as she pulled me to my feet.

"We have to hurry," she said, glancing around as she darted out of the cell. I shook my head.

"You are a senator," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down as I followed after her despite my shock. "How do you know how to do this?"

Padmé just shrugged and shot a mischievous grin back at me that made my heart melt.

"Lots of practice."

I tried not to think too much about that answer as I followed Padmé, rushing to keep up as she led us from corridor to corridor, ducking and dodging and darting around corners. I could see a hanger full of ships up ahead, and for the first time since Padmé had woken up, I actually had hope that this crazy plan might work.

The same moment I had the thought, I heard voices right ahead of us, rapidly approaching from around a corner. Without hesitating, Padmé grabbed my hand and pulled me with her as she shouldered open a supply closet. We were almost chest to chest in the space, and when she shut the door behind us, we were plunged into near-total darkness.

Padmé held a finger to her lips (which distracted me more than a little) as the voices drew closer. I held my breath, confident we would be discovered, but the voices passed by and got steadily quieter as they disappeared down the hall. We listened until there was dead silence in the hallway, then Padmé waited an extra second before flinging the door open and heading back into the corridor. To my delight, she grabbed my hand again as we moved.

"My ship is in the back of the cargo bay. If you can get the door open while I get ready to fly, we can get out of here."

"On it."

Padmé and I split, reluctantly dropping hands as we moved to different parts of the hanger. My hands flew across the keyboard, and I only spared a half-second glance back to see Padmé climbing the ramp of her ship.

A second later, alarms started blaring. Our captors had realized we were missing, which meant we needed to leave now.

Thankfully, I managed to get the hanger door open. I yanked out a few control pieces to slow down anyone wanting to undo my accomplishment, then took off in a sprint for Padmé's ship.

She appeared on the ramp a moment later looking more stressed than I'd seen her so far. I realized why a moment later as shouts came from behind me and shots bounced off the floor around me.

"Hurry!" cried Padmé, and I poured on as much extra speed as I could manage. I saw Padmé reach behind her back, and a moment later, she had a blaster in-hand and was returning fire on our enemies. Because of course she was.

By some miracle, I made it to the ramp. I rushed past Padmé and slammed the button to close the ramp as she fired off a few more shots before turning and taking off towards the cockpit.

"Come on!" she yelled, waving for me, but I was already following her.

She slammed into the pilot's seat, and I landed next to her in the copilot's a moment later. We sped through all the takeoff protocol together, perfectly in sync, and within minutes we were safely out of the hanger and into hyperspace.

I sank back into my chair once we were officially safe, suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Then, I turned to Padmé with a grin.

"You are insane."

Padmé chuckled, suddenly looking a little sheepish.

"Well, we needed to get out of there before they could use us as leverage. And unfortunately, this has happened to me enough that I've developed some skills-"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't like it," I said, quickly holding up my hands. "You totally saved me, after all. Besides... it was amazing watching you do all of that."

Padmé grinned. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, heat rushing to my face. I just hoped she didn't notice. "And, you know, since you saved me... maybe I could take you out to dinner, once we're back in friendly territory?"

"As a date?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly, my crazy idea of asking the gorgeous, amazing senator on a date seemed far too crazy for the day (despite all the other crazy stuff that had happened). But to my relief, Padmé smiled. I even thought I caught a small blush dusting her cheeks as she met my eyes.

"I'd like that," she said. My heart leapt.

"Really?"

"Yes."

We shared a smile, and then Padmé sighed, her attention turning back to the control panel before us.

"I should probably let a few people know we got out of there," she said. "More than one of my friends and coworkers are the kind of people to dive headfirst into an insane rescue plan if they're told I've been taken hostage without calling me first to verify if it's true."

I laughed. "If they have even half the skillset you do, I think they'll be fine. But yeah, it'd probably be better if it didn't get to that point."

I relaxed back in my seat as Padmé started dialing numbers of GAR leadership, watching the stars fly by around us. By the time we got back to Coruscant, I would have the perfect date planned, ready for the absolute perfect girl.

I couldn't wait.

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biggestsimponhere · 7 months

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Can I have Padme Amidala x reader where she kisses reader's scars (Faded and not self harm)

hello, i hope you enjoy this :)

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To Be Vulnerable

No one ever asked about the scars if they saw them, and you wore long sleeves most of the time, so it wasn’t like you were showing them off. Curling up your arms, the marks had long since faded and were just now starting to disappear, but they were still present, especially to you.

It was difficult to think about the ways that you had acquired the marks, and you never told anyone the story, let alone willingly showed them the reminders. The galaxy had always been home unrest, unease, and revolution, and your planet had unfortunately been a target for all of these things. Until Padmé saw your scars one evening, you would have preferred to not think about those memories.

She was laying on your shared bed when you stepped into the room after a trip to the refresher. The shirt you planned to sleep in had short sleeves, and you hadn’t even realized that the scars would be on display for the first time to your girlfriend until you caught her expression change as she regarded you.

To her credit, she didn’t outright saw what you knew she wanted to. It started out with a simple “are you okay?” as you laid down next to her, and her hand snaked down to intertwine with yours.

“What do you mean?” you asked, wondering what she would say next.

But instead of pushing the topic, she just shook her head and wrapped her arms around you. The lights went off just a few moments later, and the two of you fell asleep in each others’ arms.

***

Something had shifted with her, and you had a pretty good idea that you knew what it was. She was always inquisitive, and you could tell when questions about your scars were on the tip of her tongue, but she never took that final step.

One day, as you were sitting in bed with her, you broke the silence. “Do you want to know how I got these scars?” you asked softly.

You could feel her tense slightly, and she nodded. “If you’d be willing to tell me.”

You chuckled, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not so much of a scary story anymore, especially with what the galaxy is going through right now,” you said. “The planet I grew up on was one that was rarely stable and peaceful, and it wasn’t unheard of to have violent uprisings and a consistent stream of different governments. I was unlucky enough that one day I walked in the middle of a crowd crying and pushing for revolution on the way home from school.”

“Did they-” her voice trailed off, as if she was afraid of the question itself rather than the answer.

You shook your head. “I was pushed around a little, and ended up falling to the ground. It was some of the native plants that were growing along the streets that scraped me up like this, along with the stones on the ground.”

Padmé nodded, reaching out to take your arm. Her fingers danced over the long scars, and she leaned down to place the softest of kisses to the top of the longest one, that ended closest to your shoulder. Slowly and methodically, she kissed each one of the scars on your arm, and motioned for you to turn around so she could do the same thing to the other. “You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met,” she said. “And these are visible proof of that.”

By the time she had kissed the last scar, your love for her had only grown, and you leaned in to kiss her passionately before the two of you snuggled up together.

And when you looked at yourself in the mirror the next morning, you saw yourself in a whole new light.

- the end -

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candyfloss5000 · 4 months

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Hear me out

okay but the guy who plays that Mandalorian that everyone thinks is Korkie is so fine.

I want to smash him into oblivion but in a sexy way

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beestriker015 · 11 months

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Padmé Amidala x male Jedi s/o

(Non-canon AU)

Padmé had always been intrigued by the Jedi and their ways, but one Jedi in particular managed to capture her heart, that being a male apprentice around her age named s/o.

She met s/o when he was assigned to be her bodyguard by his master after she resigned her position as queen of Naboo.

“Hello Senator Amidala, my name’s s/o, I hope we can get along.”

She gives him a friendly smile.

“Likewise s/o, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

Not long after their introductions, s/o and Padmé began to develop a close friendship with each other, always meeting up whenever they could and have discussions about a variety of topics, whether it be the current issues in the senate, or simply the multiple beautiful sights and places that the galaxy has to offer.

Eventually, their friendship began to blossom into something more.

Padmé was falling in love with the young Jedi, but was concerned about her developing feelings for two reasons :

One : He was her best friend, and was afraid of that being put in jeopardy if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings.

Two : He’s training to become a Master Jedi, who have very strict rules about forming emotional attachments such as love.

Unbeknownst to her, s/o held feelings for her, and decided to ask Master Yoda on how he should handle the matter.

“I’m in love Master, but I know that as a Jedi, I shouldn’t have these feelings. Please Master, give me your guidance.”

“Hmm. In love you say you are? A beautiful thing love is. But dangerous, it can also be. For love can lead to obsession, a road to the dark side…that can be. My advice to you young s/o, listen to your heart you should. Only then will you find the answer you seek.”

“I see. Thank you for your advice Master. Yoda.”

S/o then spent the next few days reflecting on Yoda’s advice before finally deciding what to do.

“I’ve listened to my heart, and now I will follow it.”

He says to himself before heading off to find Padmé.

When he finds her, he pulls her aside to talk in private.

“S/o, is something the matter?”

“Padmé, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Ok, what is it s/o?”

He takes in a deep breath before saying what he needs to tell her.

“I love you Padmé. I don’t care that I’m a Jedi, Master Yoda told me to listen to my heart, and it’s telling me that I wanna be with you.”

Her eyes widen before a smile forms on her face.

“I love you too s/o, my heart’s been telling me the exact same thing.”

The two are about to lean in for a kiss, but Padmé stops herself and looks away.

“I’m so sorry s/o, I truly want to be with you, but I don’t want you to get into trouble with the Jedi Council.”

“I love you Padmé, and my heart can’t stand not being with you anymore longer. If the Council has a problem with our relationship, then I’ll just leave the Jedi Order.”

She gasps in shock.

“S/o you can’t! I won’t let you give up being a Jedi because of me!”

He takes Padmé’s hands into his and gives her a reassuring smile.

“The choice is mine and mine alone Padmé. Truth is, I’ve been wanting to leave the Order for a while now, the strict ways of the Jedi have been too taxing on me lately. Wanting to be with you is just the straw that broke the Bantha’s back. Tomorrow, I’ll appear before the Council and announce my intention to leave the Order.”

She slowly takes her hands away from his with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“I-If that’s what you truly want s/o, then I guess I can do this.”

She pulls him close and the two finally have their kiss.

When they both pull away, Padmé and s/o stare into each other eyes in pure adoration.

“I love you s/o.”

“I love you too Padmé.”

The next day, s/o addresses the Jedi Council and tells them of his desire to abandon his Jedi training.

While the Master Jedi are shocked at this revelation, they understand his reason and accept his decision.

“You were a great apprentice s/o, and I wish you well in whatever your future holds.”

His former master says to him.

“Thank you Master, I hope your next apprentice won’t be as much of a handful as I was.”

The two laugh before saying their goodbyes.

After leaving the Jedi Order, s/o takes up residency at Padmé’s apartment in Coruscant at her request so that he can spend time with her when his girlfriend’s work at the Senate is finished for the day.

Upon learning of Padmé’s relationship with the former Jedi, her close friends and fellow senators Bail Organa and Mon Mothma are surprised at first, but quickly accept their relationship once they see just how happy s/o makes her.

Despite not being a Jedi anymore, s/o is offered a position in the Grand Army of the Republic as a general by both the Council and Chancellor Palpatine once the war with the Seperatists breaks out and mass amounts of clone troopers are put into production under Republic supervision, an offer that s/o reluctantly accepts.

Despite the ongoing war, s/o and Padmé try to spend time together whenever she’s not occupied with her senator duties and when he’s not off-world fighting battle droids and Separatist forces.

Whenever s/o has to leave Coruscant to fight against the Separatists army, Padmé always gives him a kiss goodbye and sees him off with worry in her eyes.

“Come back to me safe s/o, I love you.”

“I love you too Padmé, and I’ll be back as soon as I can, so try not to worry yourself too much my love.”

No matter what the future for the galaxy may be, one thing’s for sure is that Padmé’s and s/o’s love for one another will remain strong and everlasting.

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kybercvnt · 2 years

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You Should Try the Fruit

Pairing – Padmé Amidala x Jedi F!Reader

Summary – On a trip to Naboo, Padmé invites you to her chambers to try some of her sweet fruit.

Word Count – 2103

Warnings – Mentions of nudity, sexual themes, and a buttload of innuendos.

A/N – I interrupt the usual scheduled broadcast of male content to bring you a lesbian-filled Padmé reader insert.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't end up writing any smut. I'd be happy to write a smutty follow up if requested.

Naboo was a beautiful planet, overrun by lush flora that cascaded along the immense terrain, with architecture that encapsulated your gaze every time you looked outside your window into the town. What was more beautiful than the landscape of Naboo, was the former queen that derived from it.

Padmé was more beautiful than any creature you had seen before, and she was still a queen in your eyes even after her new political career. Both you and Anakin held the same admiration for lovely Amidala, yet you felt regretful for Anakin when Padmé was the one reciprocating your feelings and not his. You couldn’t often help but stare at the politician when she was in the same room as you, and whenever she caught your adorning gaze, your heart would swell at her flustered appearance.

It wasn’t appropriate for a Jedi to have a relationship with a senator, you and her both knew it too well. A confession of love was never exchanged between the two of you, and neither of you made any obvious advancements to each other especially when alone. When the assassination attempts started, she requested you, personally to be her bodyguard. You of course were content with having to be around the woman for longer. Some nights she would usher you inside of her room to talk and joke around when she had trouble sleeping. The other male Jedi who would stand guard would not have any objection to another female entering her room, so the secrecy remained intact.

She was like your best friend, and whenever she was having one of her political predicaments, you would always try to offer any piece of advice you could muster. She enjoyed your company and the fact that you were very much the middle ground when it came to politics. You didn’t know what most of the words she said meant, but you were so infatuated with her that you gave her your undying support and agreed to every point she made.

A senatorial trip to Naboo was necessary for Padmé, and you graciously accepted her request as her bodyguard yet again and travelled with her to her marvellous home planet. You couldn’t believe the luxuries within the palace of Naboo when you were temporarily housed during your stay. Pillars of stone and marble were delicately carved with the most pristine details you had ever laid eyes on, and the walls stretched far above your head. What you loved the most was how the light always filled every room and hall you walked into. Naboo was always a sunny and tropical planet, and you felt yourself wanting to retire your Jedi lifestyle and live out your days here.

Your ship had arrived a day too early, and Padmé’s presence wasn’t required yet, so she was given a day of leisure. You were requested to her chambers a few hours after she started camping out in it since you landed. When you entered, the warm sunlight beautifully decorated the room as it did for all of them, and you saw her seated at a small desk in front of open arches that let in most of the sunlight. She stood from her chair when you entered, and you bowed in return.

“You must be sweltering under all those robes. Truly, you Jedi never fail to impress me with your resilience.” She had broken the ice and started to make her way toward you. As she approached, her whole body was now exposed and no longer obstructed by the ornate desk she previously had been hiding behind. Her dress was made of a fine and sheer material, perfect for the current climate. And because the fabric was so thin, you could see the way it draped over her breasts, and her nipples protruding against it. When you glanced and saw them, it was very brief. You didn’t want your beloved senator to think you were perverted and dismiss you from ever joining her on a trip again.

She walked behind you and reached up to dip her fingers under your robes. She pulled it back and you allowed the outerwear to slip from your body. She chucked it on a nearby seat before walking around in front of you. She started to reach for the belt on your tunic but your hands grabbed her wrists in protest.

“Please, Senator. You don’t have to.” Your voice was quiet when you spoke, and the look she gave you in return was just as soft.

“I want to.” She said, her voice coated in sweetness as the words dripped off her tongue. You let go of her supple skin and watched as she fiddled with the material until you were free of the clothing to your upper half. She walked around like she did before and pried it from your body, where it joined the other piece of your uniform. You stood before her in the thin clothing that was hidden under your robes. You were, unfortunately, not as naked as you’d like to be, but it was nice to have the heavy costuming gone from your body.

She then snaked her arm under your own and urged you to walk with her. She stopped before a loveseat at the edge of the room, veiled in plush blankets and pillows, and she urged you to sit with her. There was a short table in front that sat a bowl of exotic and vibrant-coloured fruit.

“I should let you borrow one of my many dresses one day. I own far too many, and it is unfair that you must suffer under all those layers.” She joked, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. The sun that drowned the room in its light allowed you to take into appreciation of her appearance. Her skin was smooth and soft, reflecting the warmth of the sunlight, and you always relished in the feeling anytime she took your hand or the way it would brush your face anytime she tucked fallen strands of hair behind your ear. She had taken notice of your staring, and added another comment. “You would look very beautiful in them.” You must have accidentally swallowed caterpillars at some point because they had now decided to blossom into butterflies that danced inside of you at her words.

“I fear Master Windu might not feel quite as passionate as you do, Senator.” You made a soft laugh, and she did the same.

“Please, you needn’t call me that while we’re alone. You know I love it when you say my name.” She requested you. You couldn’t deny her plea when she looked as ravishing as she did.

“I would love to try on your stunning dresses, Padmé.” You told her, and her shoulders relaxed in a quiet sigh. It brought silence thereafter, so she changed the subject and turned her attention to the bowl of assorted fruits on the table. The bowl itself was a golden and ornate dish itself, long and somewhat deep to hold as many diverse off-world fruits as it could fit. Some were round and covered in fuzz, some had spikes, and some had a beautiful gradient colouring. You knew the people of Naboo are adamant about their fruit consumption, so it was no surprise that the former queen had plucked a large ovoid-shaped fruit, its colouring imitated a sunset, and held it in front of you.

“You should try the fruit.” She told you. You really wanted to try the fruit, her fruit more specifically. “It is difficult to import it to Coruscant, so it is best to enjoy the little things while they are here.” Spoken like a true leader. You always found her so fascinating, so inspiring. You loved her Naboo quirks on Coruscant, always craving fruit, the way she cut her food, her fashion taste. To you, she was perfect.

“I would normally cut into this on a platter, but since we’re alone…” It was more of a request for approval, and you gave it to her. You happily do anything for the goddess that sat beside you. She hummed to herself when she brought the fruit to her lips before sinking her teeth into it with grace. She made an odd noise and flinched after she had ripped a chunk of the fruit’s flesh into her mouth. You panicked when she did so, worried that she had hurt herself. She laughed to herself when she removed her full mouth from the fruit, and you could see the bright red liquid seeping from the fruit’s wound and running down her arm.

After the panic had died down, you saw the same red liquid bleeding from between her lips, now rolling down her chin and dripping onto her nice gown. She brought her other, clean hand to her chin and wiped away the forming pigmented droplets. You were too occupied by her soft lips, which were now stained from the juices of her delicacy.

After her little slip up, she focused her attention back on you while she chewed. Empty-handed, and mouth dry from your awe-induced panting from watching her indulge herself. She always made sure you were given the attention that you deserved, and it was something you always appreciated about her. Maybe it was her experience in her roles of ruling and leadership, but she always made sure you had a voice and an equal turn to share. She was never selfish. So, with the fruit pinched between her fingers, she lifted it close to your face.

“You should try the fruit.” She suggested. You never refused her. If she wanted you to kill every senator on Coruscant, you would do it without hesitation. She moved the fruit to your lips, insistent on feeding it to you herself, and you obliged. You opened your mouth, and she fitted the edge of the fruit gently inside your mouth. You sunk your teeth into the soft and fluffy flesh like Padmé had done prior, and bit into the part that intersected with her bite. Padmé had her mouth agape only partly when you took your bite, and she couldn’t detach her gaze from your lips. You felt its juices squirt into your mouth, the entire mound of flesh was drenched in wetness, and like the woman who didn’t expect the attack of liquid before you, you felt the juice begin to leak down your chin. With your Jedi instinct, before Padmé could tear the fruit from your lips, you slurped as much juice from your portion as you could, hopeful it would leave less mess on Padmé’s arms. Not that you minded the mess.

Your mouth now full of supple flesh and its juice, you began to chew. It was so soft in your mouth that you didn’t need to use your teeth, you could just close your jaw and the fruit would willingly compress itself, spitting out even more juice from within the confines of your mouth. You wanted to giggle at the messiness but before you could wipe the remnants away, Padmé was already onto it.

“Here, let me do it for you.” She whispered. She didn’t reach out to wipe the liquid away, instead, she leaned up close to you and her tongue darted around your chin, lapping up the sweet nectar and it slid upwards to your lips. Her mouth hugged yours, the sensation was blissful. It was better than you had ever fantasised. Her lips were so very soft, and the passion was growing at every passing moment you spent with your mouth latched to hers, moving in sync with each other.

Your overwhelming need for her evolved into you pushing your tongue into her mouth. You could taste the sweetness that laced her spit while your tongue danced around inside of her. Your hand reached up to hold the side of her head, and her own hands were preoccupied dragging your other hand past her dress, and you could indulge yourself in feeling every part of her flesh as she guided you to her chest. Your hand splayed out around her breast, and it was as soft as the rest of her skin. She made soft moans into your mouth as you caressed her, which ignited the heat between your legs. You wanted to drink her juices like you did the fruit, and you were just as tempting to her. For so long you had repressed the expression of admiration for Padmé, but now that you were on the serene planet of Naboo, you could finally show her how much you worship your queen.

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