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Padmé Naberrie (or as most of the world knows her: Padmé Amidala) is living her best life, thank you very much. She kicked off The Eras Tour in March, and has performed to hundreds of thousands of people, had cities temporarily renamed after her, her most recent re-record, Speak Now (Naberries Version) is doing extremely well, and the whole world loves her. But she can’t help but yearn for something more . Right before she kicked off her tour, she broke off her relationship of six years with Rush Clovis. But it was honestly a long time coming. They had been on the outs for a while, trying to make it work, but their personalities were just too similar, and their relationship had been simply boring. So Padmé was single now, yay? To the public, she was happy about her relationship status, posting on her Instagram about a “Happy belated independence day from your local neighborhood independent girlies”. And she was excited to spend more quality time with her friends, but she missed having a partner to collapse with after shows, to wake up with in the morning, to text every unfiltered thought to.
Speaking of thoughts, Padmé was snapped out of hers when she heard the signature text tone of her publicist, Satine letting her know she had ten minutes to finish getting ready before (as Satine put it) getting her glittery ass out of that dressing room and into the cleaning cart that would take her to stage. Padmé thought the idea was ridiculous at first, but it worked and her first outfit on the night would be a surprise for all the fans betting on the outfits she would wear. Padmé sighs and looks in the mirror, her brunette hair is currently straightened, although it would revert back to its “factory settings”, as her fans like to call it by the end of the show. She has her signature cat eye (sharp enough to kill a man), and a red lip. She looks gorgeous, she’ll admit that. She’s also wearing a bedazzled pink and blue variant of her Lover bodysuit, with the matching sparkly boots, and of course, her signature shiny tights.
She sighs and turns away from the full-length mirror to look around her dressing room, it’s a repurposed football locker room, with seats and hangers for all the players, Padmé can practically feel the presence of all the players chatting before the game, it makes her feel weirdly lonely. She sort of wishes she could be in a dressing room with some of her dancers, but she was just untouchable to them. Plus her team doesn't trust them, even though all of her dancers are under strict NDAS. She loves her fans and the opportunity fame gives her, but it’s so lonely sometimes. She lost most of her friends from her hometown (minus Sabé) because they just weren’t comfortable with hanging around Padmé and all her fame, the paparazzi following her around everywhere. It was actually one of the main reasons her and Rush broke up, he hated being in the public eye all the time, and would never go out with her because of it.
Padmé’s phone then chimes with Satine's ringtone again.
Satine
Padme if you do not get in that cleaning
cart right now I will drag you on that stage
Myself.
Padmé
On my way!
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Padmé collapses onto the fluffy bed in the hotel suite, (the penthouse, it was ridiculously huge, complete with a living room, kitchen, and multiple bedrooms, even though it was just her staying there alone and she would only actually be in the room the two nights when she sleeps) her entire body aching (especially her feet, why did her stylist have her wear those uncomfortable heels). Satine sits down on the bed next to her, scrolling on her phone, reading fans' reactions, which were mostly just people on twitter being dramatic that they missed their favorite song as a surprise song. Tonight's were Right Where You Left Me and Castles Crumbling, two fan favorites. Satine continues scrolling until she sees something that makes her stop dead in her tracks.
“Padmé, I think you have to see this.” Satine slides the phone over to Padmè, it’s a video, seemingly a podcast. The girl in the square to the left has tan skin, vitiligo, and blue eyes. She has her hair in two french braids, which are blue with white streaks. She seems to have a very bubbly, extroverted demeanor. She also looks to be in her early to mid twenties. Padmè audibly lets out a small gasp when she sees the man in the right square, because that is genuinely the most beautiful man she has seen in her life. He has long, curly, messy, sandy blond hair. Which padme wants to run her fingers through. (and maybe tug at) He also has the most gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, that she wants to just drown and die in. The man also looks very built, she thinks he’s a football player? So that does explain it. She then presses play on the podcast clip.
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Transcript: Skyguy and Snips Ep. 50
Ahsoka: Hold up, speaking of Padmé Amidala, I know you went to her concert, how was it?
Anakin: I was disappointed that she doesn’t talk before or after her shows because she has to save her voice for the 44 songs that she sings. So I was a little butthurt I didn’t get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her.
Ahsoka: You made her a bracelet?
Anakin: Yeah, if you’re up to date on Padmé Amidala concerts there are friendship bracelets. I received a bunch of them being there, but I wanted to give Padmé Amidala one with my number on it.
Ahsoka: Your number as in 66, or your phone number?
Anakin: You know which one.
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The pretty guy (Padmé thinks his name is Anakin?) continues to talk about how she didn’t want to see him. Padmé wasn’t even notified that the guy wanted to meet her. But she would honestly love that friendship bracelet right now…
“Padmé?” Satine snaps her out of her thoughts. “What do you think about this?”
“I think I would like to deal with it in the morning.” Satine nods, takes her phone back, and proceeds to leave to her own hotel room. Padmé rolls over in bed and grabs her own phone to text her best friend Sabé
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Padmé
Sabé, I have a problem.
I think I’m in love with a
stupid football boy.
Sabé
Ah so you saw that.
If it helps twitter seems to also think that :)
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Padmé simply groans and opens twitter on her phone, and she immediately sees that #anidala is trending. Interesting ship name, she clicks on the tag out of curiosity.
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Em the girlkisser
@padmeamidalapleasemarryme
So did Anakin Skywalker SERIOUSLY just shoot his shot with padmé on his podcast? I can’t decide if im impressed or grossed out
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#1 cruel summer stan
@GRINNINLIKEADEVIL
I KNOW!!! But he seems so nice and his adoptive sister is ahsoka fucking tano (one of the first female football players) so he’s gotta be good, wonder if Padmés gonna want his number now?
Ella | La N2
@starbucks_lovers
Im obsessed with padmé and anakin already LIKE OMG??? HE SEEMS SO FUN (and hot) COMPARED TO CLOVIS!! ALWYAS HATED THAT HOE
Blair (Naberries Version)
@happyfreeconfusedlonely
Yeah anidala are too cute already… im writing a fanfic
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Update: i got in a car accident after writing the first chapter :(
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Padmé eventually stops scrolling, puts her phone away, and maybe goes to bed with sandy blond hair and blue eyes on her mind…