#padme fic

[jcraftbee]

i started sketching medieval-esque character designs for padme anakin and ahsoka but i got carried away with padmes so here’s her design

really wanted to bring in a lot of ophelia motif’s so lots of flowers, white at the foot of her dress etc everything has a purpose but enough yap enjoy

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

10:30ᴘᴍ

➜ Pairing: Padme Amidala x POC!reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, curlyhaired!reader, fluff, not proofread

➜ Word Count: 0.6k

➜ Notes: I wasn’t planning to post this but yk, just trying to show my fellow poc and curly haired bbys some love 😪

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You flicked off the light to the bathroom with a sigh, you were more than ready to collapse into Padme’s arms and fall asleep after such a long day. Your feet padded softly on the tile floor, through the doorway of the conjoined bedroom and bathroom, and into the carpet of the bedroom. She was already wrapped up in the covers, scrolling a holopad with a focused frown like she did every night as you crawled in next to her.  

It was a rare occasion that the both of you came home while the other was awake. Often times she’d stay late at the senate building, working on a new bill or a way to get more votes on a certain one. Both your lines of work were very demanding and it left you both with little time for each other, but you made it work.  

Without missing a beat, Padme set the device down and turned to you, slithering her arms around you and letting your head rest on her chest. Your eyes slipped shut and you allowed yourself to lay there for a moment, basking in her comforting presence. She took the bottle of argan oil from your hand gently and leaned down to kiss your temple.  

“Do you need me to oil your hair?” she asked softly, taking note to your exhausted state. You gave a small nod, pushing yourself up from the laying position you were in to sit up properly. She sat up as well, sitting on her knees and inching closer to you until your back was pressed up against her chest. Flicking open the bottle and drizzling some oil onto her hand she got to work, soft hands massaging your skull carefully, working the oil into the roots of your hair. You sighed and leaned into her; your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasant sensation that seemed to melt away the frustrations and stress of the day.  

You almost whined when she removed her hands, drizzling a tad bit more oil onto her palms and running her hands over and in between thick spirals of curls. Running her hands over your hair one last time and letting it go, watching as your curls bounced back onto your shoulders, she asked 

“You feeling a little better now?” One thing that had become very clear as your relationship had progressed was how much your hair meant to you. Padme wasn’t sure why, but it seemed to hold an almost spiritual importance to you. She admired how well you took care of it, investing much of your time and energy into keeping it healthy and only allowing select few people to touch it, play with it and cut it.  

 You let out a hum of confirmation in reply to which she smiled at, getting up to go wash her hands and return the bottle of argan oil to its place in the bathroom cabinet. You layed back down, tucking yourself under the covers and waiting for her to come back. It wasn’t long before she was sliding into bed next to you, laying her head on your chest in a way that her body was draped over you, and sliding her arms around your neck loosely, while you wrapped an arm around her hip. You pulled the blanket up higher, and she nuzzled into you. 

Cool air wafted in from the open window, carrying in the sounds of passing by speeders and street chatter that filled the silence in your shared bedroom as the two of you held each other.  

“Goodnight my love,” she whispered to you, feeling her eye lids growing heavy. You barley had enough energy to whisper back a response, 

“Goodnight Padme.”  

[starkskypines]

Swoon June Day 5: heartbeat

me? salty at the woman with curly hair brushing her hair and it not getting super frizzy and unmanageable? you bet. 

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Padmé ran her fingers through her wet hair and thought about how she would need to style it for tomorrow. She loved the days when she was just able to leave her hair to dry naturally without any products in it. The wigs did offer her extra time in the evening when she didn’t need to prepare her hair for the next day. Extra time that she did not have tonight. Her outfit for tomorrow wouldn’t call for her to wear a wig, so it would be easier to let her hair be styled in a curly face framing way. Moteé would help her style it in the morning, but she had to put some scrunch product in it now to ensure that it wouldn’t be a complete mess in the morning. 

Padmé reached for the scrunch gel sitting on her sink and placed it in front of her. Anakin’s voice echoed down the hall, and she paused before moving toward the refresher door and cracking it open. She moved back toward the mirror, dividing her hair into two sections. 

Anakin popped his head in the doorway. “Are you decent?” 

Padmé laughed. “Ani.” 

He grinned and stepped into the refresher. “I ordered us some iced endorian maple donuts. I’ll eat your portion if you’re not feeling up to it though.” 

“Oh no, I want my donuts,” Padmé said as she opened the bottle of gel and began to work the product into her hair.

“Oh.” Padmé watched Anakin’s face fall in the mirror before he nodded. His voice came out more upbeat than the expression on his face. “That’s great then.” 

Padmé couldn’t help but laugh, but she didn’t comment on Anakin’s obvious disappointment at not getting two servings of pie. 

“So how did your meeting with the Jedi Council go?” 

Anakin huffed as his face darkened. “They don’t trust me.” 

Padmé turned to him as she closed the bottle of gel. “What makes you say that? Of course they do.” 

Anakin shook his head. “You do remember what’s happened this year right?” 

Padmé looked at her husband with compassion. She remember Obi-Wan faking his death. She remembered Ahsoka’s trial. She knew what both these major events did to her husband’s faith in the Jedi Order. “Of course I do, but there is no reason from them not to trust you.” 

“I know that. You know that. The rest of the Council doesn’t.” 

“Surely Obi-Wan–” 

“Obi-Wan takes their side. He never sticks up for me.” 

“Anakin–” 

“No. I don’t want to talk about this tonight.” He shook his head and moved closer to her. “Let’s think happy thoughts.” He smiled and his gaze dropped to her rounded belly. “I’m going to be a father.” He stared at her as his hands came to rest on her stomach. Then his eyes found hers. “And you’re going to be a mother. The most amazing mother in the world.” There was a determined promise in his eyes. One that reminded her that he still held onto his ridiculous fear that she would die in childbirth. 

“Of course you will. We’ll both be great parents to our little boy.” 

Anakin’s brow furrowed. “She’s a girl.” 

Padmé smiled and slid out of his grasp to finish putting away her beauty products. “And I tell you he’s a boy.” 

“Girl. I’m positive.” 

“What? A little force intuition tell you?” Padmé turned to him, and he caught her in his arms. 

“No.” Anakin smiled. “Just fatherly intuition.” 

Padmé smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Even if you’re wrong–which you are–I believe you will have the best fatherly intuition.” 

“Not as good as your motherly intuition. Even if you’re wrong about our baby being a boy.” Anakin kissed her again, soft and sweet. 

Padmé sighed and laid her head on Anakin’s chest. His arms wrapped around her and she felt at peace here. Anakin rested his cheek on her head, his arms tightening around her. The sound of Anakin’s heartbeat lulled her into a restful state. 

They stayed standing, in the refresher, in each other’s arms, peaceful, content, without a fear in the world for this brief moment. Dreams of the future where they were happy and running free on Naboo with their child filled both their heads. 

[chokemeanakin]

Could you do one where the reader first is romantically interested in Padmé but after being forced to spend time with Anakin (maybe for a mission or something) notices all the small adorable things about him and falls for him? Anyway it’s okay if you don’t want to :3

Ty for the request ☺️ I hope you don’t mind that I did headcannons, it was honestly much easier this way since I don’t have much experience writing Padme. Hopefully you like it though! ❤️

Masterlist

WC: 571

All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x gn Reader Hc’s

Most days, Padme was all you could see

You could be doing anything in the whole entire world, but if she was in your general area, you couldn’t help but just gravitate toward her. Whether that be with your eyes or your whole body, you always found yourself just wanting to be near her

Everything she did amazed you

The way she tilted her head to the side when she was listening to someone speak, how she bit her lip when reading over papers, the sound of her childish giggle so refreshing from the mature, responsible political persona she always put forth.

Brown became your new favorite color. 

The brown of her eyes, reflecting the starlight at night like beacons. The brown of her curly hair, swaying behind her back and pleated into elegant braids around her face. The color of the beauty spot on her right cheek, and the sharpness of her eyebrows.

She was always so kind to you, so gentle and warm and sweet and soft. 

But there was a deeper sort of bravery, a desire to better the world and to protect those who needed it. You loved that about her, and you were pretty sure you loved her.

But then you were deployed on a mission with Anakin Skywalker.

He was everything she wasn’t-- loud, reckless, arrogant, sarcastic. He was the burning flame to her cool waters.

He was fun. More often than not, he had you doubled over in laughter, shouting with glee in the cockpit of his starfighter, wandering how the hell the stardust made it into your veins and felt as if you were shining like a sun 

He was powerful, and ambitious. He marched into battle with his lightsaber in one fist, and the promise of a better tomorrow in the other.

Blue was his color. The color of the sky, and his eyes, and his weapon. But he was also red. His scar, his lips when he worried them down from stress, his anger, and the love you knew he wasn’t supposed to feel but  did anyway. He was gold: the sun in his hair, the gleam of his skin, the plates of his mechanical arm. The green of vegetation surrounding him while meditating on Naboo. The purple of red and blue sabers crossed before him, the glow intermingling on his face. He was orange and yellow and pink and purple and silver and black and everything in between, so full of color, so full of life-- 

Those intelligent eyes, unchanging from the boy he used to be on Tatooine

You weren’t sure how you could pull such a 180. The tempest inside of you whirled with confusion and indecisiveness. Padme or Anakin? Anakin or Padme?

All you knew was that the more time you spent with Anakin, the more you knew you were falling for him. Hard.

The way his eyes beamed when he smiled. 

How he clutched his metal arm in his flesh one when he laughed.  

The low humming when he was piloting and the dead of space became too silent.

How he offered you the spicy foods even though he loved them.

How he always seemed to get the hood of his robe caught on things and needed you to get him unstuck

How he risked his life for you and his battalion time after time, and expected nothing in return

The decision seemed to be made: You were gone for him

[jcraftbee]

Submit your best padme fic recs. Oneshots, character studies, anidala (padme centric) gimme it all... My favorite gets a drawing inspired by the fic

[starkskypines]

any prompt, I just want Padme and Obi-wan friendship

Hi Coalmine!! Thank you for this prompt! I love Padmé and Obi-Wan friendship!!

20. “You broke another mirror and you’re turning into something you’re not” : post-deception arc padmé and obi-wan feels

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Padmé sees the dark circles under Obi-Wan’s eyes when she invites him and Anakin and Ahsoka over for dinner. Anakin seems to have not noticed them, or to have acknowledged Obi-Wan at all.

The dinner is completely normal except for the fact that Anakin and Obi-Wan don’t talk to each other. Anakin won’t even look at Obi-Wan. Even Ahsoka is subdued around him. Padmé knows the reason why of course. She was there on Naboo. She was there when Anakin grew cold and distant in a rage-filled way. She knows that Anakin is still not over Obi-Wan faking his death. She also knows that Obi-Wan is not sitting easy with what happened. She suspects no one has reached out to him to find out how he’s doing.

She takes matters into her own hands and demands Chee Chee Berry Cake. She sends Anakin and Ahsoka out into the Coruscant nightlife to find some. It’ll take them at least a half-hour, maybe more.

She offers Obi-Wan the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. She’s not great at making tea. Usually, Teckla does that when Padme is in a tea mood. So she has the necessary fixings, but not the know-how.

She leans against the counter as Obi-Wan begins to make his tea.

“My aunt used to have a saying, ‘broken mirrors lead to broken windows.’ It took me a long time to understand it.”

Obi-Wan turns around to look at her.

“Mirrors are the things on the outside. You look in the mirror and you see messy hair, lines on the face. Or you see a bright smile and the perfect outfit. It’s exterior, and a only a reflection of the truth. Windows are interior. It’s what’s going on in your soul. If the outside is broken, so is the inside.”

Obi-Wan frowns at her.

“You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You haven’t been sleeping.”

Obi-Wan smiles in a way that holds nothing but sadness. “I’m fine, Padmé.”

Padmé huffs. “Obi-Wan. We’re friends. And I can’t help fix this mess with you and Anakin unless one of you opens up. Anakin’s not talking about it.”

“Well, neither am I,” Obi-Wan says with attitude. He doesn’t look at her as he finishes making his tea. Padmé stays quiet as he does so, giving him time to open up and talk. He’ll do that. Anakin too. They’ll grow tired of the silence and finally open up. But Obi-Wan isn’t doing that.

“You broke another mirror, and you’re turning into something you’re not,” Padmé says quietly.

Obi-Wan takes a sip of his tea and doesn’t take his eyes off the stove. “I think I broke more than a mirror. Anakin doesn’t trust me anymore and never will.” Obi-Wan turns around then and there’s a touch of heartbreak in his eyes. “I’ve got a reputation for being indestructible. No one was going to believe I got picked off by a sniper on Coruscant unless Anakin thought I was dead. And we both know he can’t act.”

“You don’t think you could’ve left a note?”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “I should’ve. Should’ve made a dozen different moves, but I didn’t. And now I have to deal with the consequences.”

“Not alone though. I’m here, Obi-Wan. We’re still friends.”

He looks away and takes another sip of his tea. “When you sent Anakin and Ahsoka away, I thought you were going to lecture me. Express the same anger as anakin.”

“I don’t see how that would help.”

“I just want a chance to explain things to Anakin, to Ahsoka, but they won’t listen. I didn’t want to lie. I didn’t want to do the mission. But it got us close to Dooku. We saved the Chancellor.”

Padmé can’t help but notice the way he repeats those accomplishments in a monotone voice, like he’s repeating what’s been said to him, not what he really feels. She notices he does that a lot. She’s not sure she’d ever actually notice if Obi-Wan’s windows broke. She wonders how many have broken already in his life and he’s just hidden it behind mirrors.

“I didn’t–I didn’t realize how much Anakin cared. I–After Kavado…I don’t think I really recovered.” His words are said with a broken quality that Padmé has never heard in his voice save for once, after Qui-Gon died.

She moves to his side and lays a hand on his arm. “Anakin never talked about it. Never heard much from the Jedi on it either.”

“Mission went wrong. We all got captured. I should’ve been there for Anakin. It was a slaver’s compound. But I couldn't–I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t help anyone. For all my–I was nothing. Anakin had to save me. I wasn’t there for him like I should’ve been.” His voice is shaking now, and he’s leaning into her touch.

“Can I hug you?” Padmé asks softly.

Obi-Wan leans toward her but doesn’t answer. But he does put his mug of tea on the counter, and she thinks that’s his answer. She wraps her arms around him. It’s been a while since she’s hugged him, but he feels too thin. All muscle really. More so than Anakin.

Obi-Wan melts into her.

“Obi-Wan, you can’t save Anakin from everything.”

“He’s my padawan,” comes the muffled words.

“So trust that you trained him well. He’ll come back. He likes to stew, you know?”

Obi-Wan nods against her shoulder. Then he pulls away with a frown and looks at the tea. “The tea...”

“I only have decaffeinated.”

Obi-Wan turns to her with a look of affront.

“I have a spare room. You should sleep. I’ll keep Anakin and Ahsoka occupied.”

“Can’t stay here.” Obi-Wan hasn’t pulled out of her arms, and Padmé knows he’s tired, sleepy.

“Something’s wrong with your rooms or you would’ve been sleeping there.”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Hard to sleep since Kavado.”

She wonders if it’s nightmares or if it’s the fact that he’s alone at night.

“Easier to sleep on the cruiser.”

She thinks that answers her question. It’s always a guessing game with Obi-Wan. She can read him better than others, but he still keeps so much hidden she’s never really sure about anything.

“We’ll all still be here when you wake.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t protest as she turns and guides him to the spare bedroom. He pulls away and turns to her.

“Thank you, Padmé.”

She smiles. It’s nothing she wouldn't do for any friend of hers. Nothing she wouldn’t do for Obi-Wan again, no matter how many times he forgets that they are friends.