#padux

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Every time I get on a new ship, I'm tender and new but then I dive head first and it is normally 198648362920272916849% the fault of one of your fics. First it was Destiel then it was Kylux and now it's Padux. My heart is spread far in the galaxies and it thanks you for that. Dammit... I just love them all!! And you.

i’m so glad i’ve introduced you to so many of my dearest flaming dumpsters. it’s good to know that i will not be alone in hell. <3

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anonymous requests:

*whispers* padux is so underrated...but really, I'd love anything between the two of them where they both originally think they're using each other for purely their own political ends and it winds up being more?

a/n: cw underage drinking, underage kissing (padme is 15 and hux is 17). padme’s timeline, but hux is lightside.

the first time padme naberrie meets duke armitage hux of arkanis is when she is thirteen years old, prior to her first election season. she is thankful for her ceremonial makeup that helps to conceal both her age and inexperience. the duke is fifteen, and padme dislikes the snide crook of his lips. he watches her from the opposite end of the banquet hall of an event she feels he is not qualified to attend. 

arkanis, a petty outer rim territory. a duke of nothing, really. the middle child of several brothers. they’re probably penniless, she thinks. their wealth supported by the labor of slaves. she cannot do much in her position, but she does not trust the wealth of men who come from slave territories. 

their eyes meet across the room, the only two youths present at the event. that is where their commonalities end. padme will spend her life and career supporting her people and the republic. duke hux will likely launch his career off the broken backs of others and do nothing to earn his title.

hux gives her a brusque nod in acknowledgement. she looks away.

*

the second time, queen amidala is presented in front of her people. her muscles ache from the weight of her garb and she has not practiced her stoic facade enough. she wishes to smile, to laugh, to greet her people with the euphoric sense of accomplishment she feels upon the results of her recent election. yet she is trapped under caked makeup, in a bodice that barely allows her to breathe, a situation where there is literally no way to politely exit without offending an entire planet.

hundreds of officials from other planets line up to kiss the back of her hand and offer their gifts and well wishes. she may nod at each one of them, make brief eye contact, and hold her hand out for the next. but that is all.

an oddly familiar glint of red catches her attention. duke hux has gotten significantly taller since she last saw him. he has grown into his lanky limbs and his lips against the back of her hand are surprisingly soft. yet she does not recall the leaders of arkanis being invited to this event.

she breaks the steady rhythm of congratulations and, before the duke passes on, she says, “wait.”

“yes, your highness,” the duke says. his voice is deeper than she expected. he has grown quite...handsome.

she does not let her surprise show. “your name.” she knows his name, but hopes his answer satisfies his explanation of why an outer rim slave trader is present on naboo. 

“armitage hux, prime minister of alderaan.”

“alderaan,” padme says. “what happened to arkanis?”

behind her, dorme whispers sharply, “your highness --”

padme holds up a hand to silence her.

the prime minister’s lips twitch in an expression padme perceives as smugness. “i left,” he says. “my father did not govern in a way i...” he pauses and concludes, “agreed with.”

though padme continues hiding her surprise, she dismisses him by moving her attention down the line. 

*

padme, to her secret dismay, runs into the alderaanian prime minister more often than she’d like. naboo and alderaan possess a treatise with one another in regards to the embargo of the trade federation so as to avoid tariffs on exports from their planets. it is a partnership that would crumble without standing together against corruption. padme has made it her mission to employ the assistance of other planets, but they refuse to sign the treatise, saying they cannot risk denying their economy of their meager exports.

prime minister hux, of course, intends to dismantle the treatise. 

“why?” padme asks him. she sits in her throne, completely still. her nose itches, but she doesn’t twitch. behind her, her handmaiden decoys are pretending not to listen to the discussion, even though they each need to know intimately the issues the queen faces should they need to stand in for her. she trusts them more than her own family.

“the treatise is bottlenecking our exports. planets don’t want to deal with...” hux bunches up his nose and mouth in frustration, and spits out, “rebels who won’t comply with the trade federation’s standardization. the treatise must be eradicated.”

“i will not allow it,” padme says.

hux stares at her in awe. “is that all you have to say? can you only speak in simple sentences? are you a metronome?”

padme meets his gaze and remains silent and unmoving. 

“stars,” hux says, running a hand through his hair -- he is emotional for a politician. he expresses his anger and fear and disdain with ease, yet she has never seen a smile across his gentle, porcelain face; the years have sculpted him into something beautiful. “can you feel anything at all under that...” he waves his hand around at padme’s traditional attire, “stuff?” 

padme continues her silence, because hux has not said anything worth replying to. 

“you’re impossible,” hux says. “it’s like i’m speaking to a broken holorecord.” 

padme leans toward dorme and whispers, “schedule a private dinner with the prime minister this evening.”

dorme nods and makes a note.

“what was that?” hux asks. “why do you talk to her and not me?”

padme stands. her handmaidens stand with her, simultaneously, giving the illusion they function as one. the facade is suitably effective; hux shrinks back. 

“i hope you will excuse me. i must prepare for our dinner this evening.”

“our...” hux begins, then it dawns on him. after she leaves the room, he calls behind her, “you can’t just invite me to dinner without actually inviting me to dinner.”

*

padme arrives to dinner wearing a simple silk gown, her hair in a series of buns at the back of her head. it is attire for a high-ranking official, not a queen, but the dinner is held in a private room in the palace, where they will be served by only one person. 

“who are you?” hux asks, letting his gaze sweep down her body. “where’s queen amidala? i was supposed to return --”

“please,” padme says, gesturing to a chair, “have a seat.”

his eyes go wide as he takes her hand and kisses the back of it. “my apologies, your highness, i did not recognize--”

she pulls her hand away. “tonight i’m padme. you wanted know me underneath the pomp, here i am.”

his face softens. the effect makes him even more attractive, and padme is startled by how much she wants to touch him. 

as they eat, hux tells stories of his fumbling newness as a young prime minister, and padme laughs. often and loudly, probably in a way that could be construed as impolite, but she so seldom laughs anymore that she can’t help it. hux is charming and sweet, nothing at all like she perceived him. 

near the end of the meal, after a couple glasses of wine, padme can feel her face flush; breathless from laughter.

hux says, “you have a beautiful smile, your highness.”

padme gives him a sidelong look. “flattery will get you everywhere but a broken treatise.”

hux gives her a look like he’d forgotten about the treatise entirely. his face grows blank again and he adjusts his posture. “right. the treatise.”

she feels guilty to have mentioned it, so she places her napkin from her lap to the table and says, “come, let me show you the gardens.”

*

the wine has made padme’s tongue loose. “i think i was wrong about you,” she admits.

“oh?” hux asks. their arms are linked, and lightning flies dot the air around them. moonlight shines onto the wading pool beside them as they walk a familiar path along the palace gardens.

“i thought you were a slave trader.”

“i was.”

padme pauses. hux stops and looks at her. “that’s why i left.”

“i thought...” she trails off, not wanting to admit how far off her perception had been.

“what?”

“i thought you weren’t climbing the ranks quickly enough, so you hopped to a planet where you could.”

hux lets out a light laugh, as if her assumption wasn’t crass and offensive. “if political achievement were my only objective, i wouldn’t have chosen alderaan. i would have joined, i don’t know, the separatists.”

padme gasps, a gesture utterly unbecoming of a queen. “what separatists?”

“haven’t you heard? there are the stirrings of an uprising in the senate.”

“really,” padme says, linking their arms again as they continue walking. they proceed to gossip indulgently about the republic. padme finds an odd kind of solace in the prime minister’s company. other young politicians all have silver spoons in their mouths and act like children. hux takes his office as seriously as padme hers.

they take a seat on a bench overlooking a cliff’s edge. an ocean stretches out before them, the full moon glittering on the waters. padme, in her tipsy stupor, sits close enough to hux that their sides are touching. she has not felt more than a handmaiden’s brusque touch while dressing her, or a brief kiss to the back of her hand in years.

“i must admit,” hux says, “i believe i was wrong about you as well. i believed you to have an iron fist and a hard heart.”

“i do,” padme replies. “but the woman i am in office is not the woman i am outside of it. queen amidala and padme nabberie are two different people.”

hux shifts on the bench, so that they’re facing. his pale green eyes are illuminated against the moonlight. “i don’t think i could ever kiss queen amidala,” he says, stifling a smile.

“and you shouldn’t, if you don’t want covered in makeup and attacked by guards.”

still smiling, hux adds, “but could i kiss padme?” his eyes flick down her lips, and padme feels like she’s in one of her bodices -- she can’t breathe or move at all.

she gives the slightest nod. hux tilts her chin up and closes the distance between them. she’s never been kissed by anyone before, but she tries not to let her inexperience show. at first, she is hesitant, lets hux take the lead, but after a moment, she parts her lips and deepens the kiss. 

it is singlehandedly the strangest and most pleasant experience she has ever had, and she never wants it to end. she’s already crafting reasons for the prime minister of alderaan to visit her again. soon. 

when at last they break away, she says, “the treatise still stands, you know.”

hux laughs again -- she likes that sound, she thinks. she wants to make hm do it more often. “i know,” he says, and kisses her again.

[bettsfic]

So I've been away for a while and come back to all your wonderful ddlg Reylo and Padux writing... *contented sigh* Somehow you are always like, in my head when it comes to anything kink and SW related! <3

welcome back! haha i take pride in my capacity for mildly problematic id pairings and i’m so glad i’m not alone. <33

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edge of seventeen started playing as I was writing padux trash and it's really accurate???? God bless the radio station at work??? I should probably stop writing padux trash at work but good life choices aren't something I generally make

consider: Stacey’s Mom, but substitute Stacey with “Leia.” 

also i am THRILLED about your padux trash keep doing the lord’s work friend

[damnamidala]

I thought I was done but ACTUALLY high school AU where hux is on the debate team and his school regularly dedicates the other teams. he's the best in the team and everyone under him is a loyal peon in his mind enter new kid padmé who comes from some fancy private art school. no one expects anything from her but for whatever reason the teacher in charge of the team let her on. she sits back for the first few after school sessions. then a week later she takes opposition to hux and creams him hux is equally furious and turned on

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and lastly I once read a fic where force-ghost anakin was hanging around finn's dreams and they were fucking now imagine anakin hanging around kylo's dreams to try and get him to go back to the light and because anakin and padmé are still pretty bonded, due to proximity, she ends up haunting hux's dreams insert weird mommy issues galore and hux being really attracted to how gentle yet stern this weird dream ghost is and he swears he recognizes her from somewhere but he can't quite place it but try spend his dreams arguing about what freedom and liberty really means. the pros and cons of democracy. order versus anarchy and no one in hux's life has ever been able to keep up in a debate with him but this weird woman in his dreams can flawlessly. in fact, she tears down each of his argue menus with such grace that if he wasn't convinced that this woman had to the product of his own mind he'd probably be in love and then he realizes she isn't a product of his mind and starts to make a move

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equally so school boy hux with a crush on professor anakin skywalker's hot wife who is constantly stopping by the classroom to drop off things he's forgotten

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padux scene where padmé, ben solo's hot and youngish grandma, really looks at hux's face and asks him if she can put make up on him. hux is traditional naboo make up hux being so fucking thankful for the white face paint because this shit is just heavy enough to cover the blush on his face