#star wars month

Day 2 - Historical AU or Favorite Location

He was supposed to be working.

She was beautiful.

He had never seen her face. All he had were glimpses of fair skin caressed by the dim lights of the dark corners of the Pantheon.

But he knew she was beautiful.

Probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

In the past, he had bestowed such title to Duchess Amidala. As well as the title of smartest wannabe politician. However, she was out of his life. She left and would never come back.

Whatever he felt for her — he knew it was love, what else could it be? — no longer existed. The moment she chose to marry that — the moment he let her — bastard banker, he relinquished any claim over her — and she relinquished it too. For he was more hers than she was ever his.

He was supposed to be working.

She had the softest lips he had ever tasted. And a man of his age had tasted countless lips and courted countless women — much to his regret. In his defense, he would say he was careless, young and desperate at the time Duchess Amidala left him. He did what any young men his age would — tried to forget a lover with several others.

A mistake.

He was supposed to be working.  

Instead, he found himself again at the dim-lighted balcony in the Pantheon waiting for her — and comparing her to a long-lost lover.

He did not turn on his heels to acknowledge her presence or to greet her. He continued with eyes focused down below, on the couples dancing in the Ballroom.

“I wouldn’t come today.”

“I was thinking of you.”

They both said at the same time. She stopped at his side, she was much shorter than him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.

The aftermath of their whispered confessions was met with silence. Awkward, unfulfilling silence. Their words had different meanings. He, for one, was anxious to see her again. But it seemed she felt very differently.  

Once again, he could not help but compare her to the Duchess.  

“Why?” he asked, the fear of rejection making the blood run faster in his veins.  

“We should not…” she whispered back, chestnut eyes focused everywhere, but his face. “We cannot kee—

He silenced her…

…by placing a finger on her chin and holding it like a treasure. He treasured her. More than she knew, more than she would care to acknowledge.

She opened her mouth, a rebuttal ready on her lips. But, once again, he silenced her…

…with his kiss… with his passion…

She kissed him back, allowing him a moment of dominance… letting him tilt her head back and deepen the contact between their mouths; an arm clutching her waist and keeping her flush against him.  She also let him and even relished when his fingers intertwined in her long and partially down — what a scandal for a woman of her social position and marital status — long, curly hair.    

He knew, he knew, her words did not match her wishes.

When he drew back, more than satisfied with her response, he lost no time to bring her gloved hand to his mouth in a lingering and less than proper — was anything about that place ever proper? — kiss.  

“You were saying, milady…” he prompted her, a smug smile lifting the corner of his full lips. He kept her hand enclosed between his and one arm around her waist.

She shook her head.

“Amidala… Duchess Amidala… That’s my name.”

He all but let her hand fall from his. Only one thought in his mind…

…he was definitely supposed to be working.

Anidala Historial AU in which both Padmé and Anakin flirt and interact in a Masquerade but neither knows who the other is. He only knows her as Duchess and she knows him to be Lord Vader, but other than that  —  and their growing attraction — they know very little about each other.  

It was just an excerpt of my current Anidala WIP called Behind the Mask, the first chapter you can read on ffnetandAO3. 

Summary: When General Skywalker returns to London he is immediately tasked to find the opposers of the Crown. There is no more fitting place than the Pantheon, famous for its debauched masquerades, to start his search. He just did not expect to be reacquainted with Duchess Amidala there or at all. When all secrets are uncovered, what lies behind the mask? [Regency AU, Anidala, Vaderdala, M]

I didn’t have time to write something for day 3 and 4, but I don’t think I’d change anything about Padmé’s story, perhaps, and it was well said by politicalpadme,I wouldn’t delete most of her scenes. I think the post did say more than I ever could. xD 

Day 5. What would Padmé’s ‘revenge’ look like?

Revenge?

I don’t think Padmé could ever think about Revenge. Justice, yes, but revenge no. Although I’ve read and enjoyed some fics in which Padmé she took revenge for what happened to her, for all she has lost. I don’t think it suits her character.

For starters, I don’t see nothing wrong with characters who seek revenge, in fact, there are some amazing cinematographic pieces and some of the best literature in which characters sought revenge. However, as I said before, I don’t think it suits Padmé.

Second, Padmé is a very sensible person and I do think revenge is far more for those more emotional. I am not saying she isn’t a passionate person, she is  —  she married Anakin after all. However, she has always been the more rational of the both of them and I don’t really see her seeking revenge. It’s something I could certainly expect from Anakin, but not from Padmé. 

As the saying goes “Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a narrow and weak mind”

If she had survived, she would seek justice. And there’s a fine line between revenge and justice, but it’s there and I don’t see her crossing this line. If she had to make someone pay for wrong deeds, I think she certainly would, but I don’t see her using any foul means. It’s just not her… 

I am also aware that some events change people, and sometimes for the worse, but for someone who have always sought justice and openly fought corruption, I don’t see Padmé being that easily corrupted… And if she did, I don’t see her living with that.