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Anakin’s breath left his body in a soft grunt as his wife unexpectedly collapsed into his side. Looking down at her with wide eyes, he reached down to gently pick her up just enough to shuffle them into the mouth of the alleyway. Checking her pulse point he breathed a small sigh of relief, she’d just lost consciousness, but why? Didn’t she escape as well or did something else happen to her?

“Padme? Angel, please wake up… “ By all of the force running through his body, he hoped with everything he had that she was alright. If she wasn’t he’d make the people who’d had him pay. They had to have had something to do with her pain. After all, they had had him locked up.

Padme heard Anakin’s voice before she could see. “Ani...?” But that couldn’t be right. Anakin was dead. Wasn’t he?

“Am I dreaming?” eyes still straining to see, Padme reached a hand out to smooth one of his golden curls between her fingers. “Is it really you?”

She may not have the force, but she did have intuition. He....felt, like Anakin. He felt like her husband.

Once her head stopped swimming, she realized she’d collapsed in a very public place. “I’m all right.” She began to attempt standing once more.

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Somehow, Rey felt a particular connection with Padme that she couldn’t quite describe. She had admired the woman for as long as she’d known of her, but even more so after actually getting to meet her and become her friend. Despite their similarity in age at least for the time being, Padme and her daughter Leia were both like mother figures to her. Or perhaps Padme felt like an older sister sometimes, the older sister that Rey had always dreamed of having. Someone she could have grown up with, rather than doing everything on her own.

At the sight of her, Rey’s smile brightened even more, taking in the former queen’s ensemble. It was as if she were seeing the Queen Amidala - with the elaborate clothing and hairstyle, it was hard to believe she was actually here experiencing it. But Rey reminded herself not to get carried away - it’s just Padme, she told herself, remembering not to act too formal. That was what Padme would prefer.

“I’m glad you’re here to experience it with me, too,” She gushed, glancing back and forth between her friend and the bright night sky above them. For a little while, things were oddly peaceful. She just hoped desperately that it might stay this way for a bit longer. “I wish it was always like this,” Rey whispered, her smile fading a bit as she let out a sigh. “Everyone’s celebrating - the Resistance and the First Order alike. I don’t see why there has to be a division, you know? I mean…I understand why, but it shouldn’t have to be like this forever…”

Padme hadn’t been able to raise her own children. Hadn’t lived long enough to ever hear them call her “mother.” She held them but a moment, and it was the last thing she could remember. There was a lost, wayward mothering instinct that she seemed to be placing on many of the young people scurrying about the resistance base. It hardly mattered that she was technically only a beat older than they, or even younger in some cases- it felt as though she’d lived lifetimes. Her hardships and sorrow only aging her that much more. Rey was very much a daughter to her. Age meant very little.

“You sound like me, when I first started my career in politics.” Padme almost laughed. “There is a large part of me that still agrees with you.” The innoence of the girl was actually heartwarming to Padme. There was still hope in the galaxy. “I fought for peace in a time that war was all anyone could think about. I was not a popular figurehead.” She gave a little smirk in Rey’s direction. 

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you, that all is lost. You know better than they do.” Padme took Rey’s hand lightly.

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It was second nature for Padme to be decadently adorned in fine clothing, hair perfectly coiffed and to be surrounded by nothing but the best and brightest from all regions of the galaxy. This should not have been any different than the galas she’d been attending since she was a child-

but it was different.

Everything now, was different. 

It would not stop her however, from making sure her friends and allies were having a good time. Rey especially, deserved a reprieve from the stresses of jedi life. Padme knew the struggles all too well, being married to one.

“It is lovely.” She offered the younger woman a smile, as warm as she could muster. “I’ve seen many spectacular events in my lifetime, but this one- is really something.” Seeing the lights reflected in Rey’s eyes did make it feel new. Padme was grateful for this small comfort in such a chaotic time.

Rey had never seen anything like it before. Bright fireworks in the sky and city lights and crowds of people drinking and celebrating - nothing like this ever happened on Jakku. In fact, Rey had never even pictured a place like this in her wildest imagination. It was all so fascinating to her. It hardly even crossed her mind that the First Order could use the opportunity to sabotage the Resistance somehow. How could they during such a fun, upbeat time like this?

She knew she had to be careful, though. These people were not all people she knew, and she had to be cautious with whom she trusted. So far, everyone seemed drunk and cheerful and energetic, which was surprisingly a refreshing change of pace. But it didn’t take long for her to recognize someone, and a sense of relief washed over her at the sight.

“Festival of Stars is breathtaking! Are you enjoying it so far?”

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The lightest touch on his shoulder had him stopping dead in his tracks. The smallest touch from her and he knew it was her right away, those small hands had the power to bring him to his knees. Her hand in his had him turning around and still clutching her hand his eyes widened. It was her. His beautiful wife. Somehow unchanged and alive in the future with him.

“ANGEL!” Clutching her hand like the lifeline it was to her he stepped closer to get out of the way of the crowd. “I–I can’t believe you’re here, alive. How did you escape that place?”

Padme didn’t understand the strange feeling, a dull pain at the back of her psyche that ached at the sight of Anakin. 

Why wasn’t she....happy to see her husband again? Why would such a strange sensation occur after what felt like lifetimes apart? She stood, silent, staring at him with mouth agape. He was blatantly elated to see her, why couldn’t she muster the same reaction?

Padme attributed it to shock, and instead- let the feeling of love for him wash over her. Because she did. She loved him. With every cell in her body, she loved Anakin Skywalker.

“Escape...?” She finally spoke. “I....” Suddenly she was overwhelmed with far more emotions to fathom, and the world swam before her. Padme suddenly collapsed against him.

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BLENDING in when one didn’t know the current trends would be harder than it had been when he’d been around before. Looking around at the skyline and buildings around him Anakin realized that yes, Coruscant had certainly changed. And who knew for sure if it was better. There in the distance, he noticed the iconic white uniforms that had been so familiar to him. Turning slightly he worked his way into the back of a larger group of what seemed to be business owners that were working on some sort of trade that would benefit those stuck planet-side with the shield still up.

Hearing them talk about some deal in more than one language he laughed under his breath as one small droid launched its way past him swearing at its owners for walking so slowly. Well, at least one thing hadn’t changed. Droids were still somewhat similar at least in temperament.

Walking he noticed someone’s hair and height that reminded him so painfully of Padme that he turned away just as quickly and tried in vain to focus on other things. There was no way that someone as good as she had been brought back by that dreadful so-called Order. She was too good. And certainly too stubborn to bow to another’s will that went against everything she stood for. It almost sounded like someone called out to him for just a split second, where his name was like a clear bell through the din of the crowded streets.

And then, THEN, his shoulder had the lightest touch, a small hand, grasping him and pulled him to a stop instantly. He didn’t want to turn. Who could be touching him? He knew no one. And yet something in him has this dreadful excited feeling that it was HIS ANGEL. He reached up and laid his calloused hand on the hand on his shoulder. The tension that had been building instantly seemed to disappear as he knew it was hers. “Padme?” His broken whisper of her name would barely be heard over the din of the crowd. He begged the force that this wasn’t some cruel joke alongside everything else.

Padme knew without a doubt at the first sensation of his light contact, that it was indeed Anakin Skywalker. Her breath ceased altogether, catching abruptly as he turned to face her. Withdrawing from him, she raised that same hand over her mouth in shock. “--Ani?” Her eyes widened, absolutely certain that it was her husband that stood before her- but she asked regardless. She needed to hear his voice.

The crowd hustled around them, and Padme paid no mind. The world was swimming, colors fading into each other. All sound seemingly vanished save for the pounding of her own heartbeat- which was suddenly deafening. He was just as she’d last seen him, though that exact date was hazy in her mind. It did not matter, because he was here- now, standing here just a few inches away from her. 

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Padme had acclimated to the best of her ability. Though it had seemed barbaric to her at first, resurrecting the dead to live a second life.

 Why had they not just left her at peace? 

Her soul had transcended under such confusing, horrifying, tormented circumstances. It required years, centuries, lifetimes of rest. 

But no. She was here, revived. Forced backwards against her will into a body that was hers, but didn’t feel quite right. This was unnatural, but there was no use fighting tooth and nail against something she could not control. Padme knew when her efforts were wasted, and she would save her strength for the things that mattered.

Family. 

“Anakin?” She caught a glimpse of gilded hair in the sunlight. Only one being had hair that color. She could not mistake him. Could she? The mind has ways of playing tricks, when our heart longs for something, or someone.

His name clamped down on her heart, squeezing with an unrelenting vice-like grip. For a moment, she felt she couldn’t breathe- stopping to place her hand upon her throat. A memory tried to return to her, but it was stuck behind the veil of a long, dreamless death. 

Still, she followed the being that so resembled her husband. Reaching out a trembling hand, Padme swallowed hard- and grabbed his shoulder.

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It was weird knowing what he’d done. The pain he’d caused so many people and knowing that the darkness in the force the OVERWHELMING amount of it was largely in part due to HIM. He’d FALLEN. And that had been the end of the Jedi. He’d died apparently but no one would say how or even when. He’d sat in this obviously military-run base surrounded by the horrifying visual that was stormtroopers. That uniform had meant SAFETY & FRIENDSHIP to him for a large chunk of time and now? Now it had become twisted and warped, they were seen as a nightmare and a mysterious one at that since the troopers were no longer clones but rather beings taken from birth and raised in that sterile environment that could mean death at any moment. 

ANAKIN needed to leave this base as fast as possible. He knew that being here not knowing what was real and what was a lie would be hellish for him. The base was quiet when he put his plan into place, well as quiet as a military base could be. Waiting was the most difficult part since he knew he was almost always being watched and tested. So much for the odd amounts of respect and disrespect that had initially been displayed after his original medbay visit. FINALLY, he slipped his cuffs as the hall quieted down and few footsteps were heard. Jumping up he augmented the height of his jump so he could get the rooms air vents. As he made his way through the vents he couldn’t help but wonder where he was and what the galaxy looked like so far in time from what he had known. 

The GRATE covering of the airvent slammed out into the busy street below causing beings to dodge out of the way. The vents had been a longer route than he’d thought they’d be and he KNEW that some had heard him even though he had struggled to be as quiet as he could have been. As his boots slammed down on the duracrete and made an effort into blending into the crowd. Where would he go now?

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the basics.

full given name:  Padme Amidala Naberrie  ( Skywalker ) the name they go by: Padme, Lady Amidala age: 28 gender identity: cis female sexual orientation: straight marital status: married planet of birth: Naboo allegiance: resistance

physicals.

height: 5′3 weight: 120 eye color: brown hair color &. texture: brown, straight, various hairstyles build: petite prominent features: eyes, cheekbones general health: healthy speech patterns: gifted

relationships.

number of siblings: 1 order of birth: youngest father’s status and their relationship: deceased, healthy relationship mother’s status and their relationship: deceased, healthy  siblings’ status and their relationship: unknown (if in a relationship) partner’s name: Anakin Skywalker relationship with partner: married

personality.

hobbies: diplomacy habits: leading positive personality traits: intelligent, brave, resilient negative personality traits: stubborn, emotional immediate impression they think they give off to others: strong, smart, level-headed immediate impression they actually give off to others: strong, smart, level-headed skills: public speaking, philanthropy, tactics, comfort morning and/or nightly routines: various grooming practices

allegiance.

allegiance: resistance position within their allegiance: to be decided views of the cause they fight for: justified views of the first order - resistance war:  must be stopped cause for fighting: family, justice age at which they joined: 28

trademarks.

theme song:  power- little mix strengths: public relations, diplomacy weaknesses: Anakin Skywalker something in their possession that holds importance to them: the japor snippet anakin gave her 

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One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

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Most admirable quality: Most attractive physical feature: Most annoying habit: Something they would like to do with them:

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