Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

skymurdock asked: whispers 17, either Alex/Eliza or Anakin/Padmé.

17: I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

How the galaxy fell to the Dark Side, one kiss at a time.  Or, an overview of the Sith Padmé AU.

“Oh,” Padmé says in surprise as the Force goes yesss in the back of her mind at the sight of a young boy with hair like sunshine and a presence like the sun itself.  Her Jedi protectors are easily as arrested by the boy’s presence, but she suspects for rather different reasons.  His power is spectacular, certainly, but there’s more—a sharp click as of a lock, and something in her core says that is mine.  

The boy’s head snaps up and his eyes meet hers and she hears, clear as day, his voice, as it says, An angel.  

When she meets him properly, Anakin with his sky-blue eyes and child’s voice, she offers her hand to shake.  Instead, he takes it, reverent, and kisses her knuckles.

“I’m going to marry you, someday,” he tells her solemnly, still holding her hand, and she smiles.

“I know.”

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Anonymous asked: Ooooh! I'd love to reas that fic when you write it. And the phrase is from a Conrad Aiken poem, jsyk.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’m totally going to write it someday.  Probably next year when I’m not in school full time.  (And also thank you for the source because???  Fuck me, that’s a gorgeous quote.)

Anonymous asked: Twisted By Simple Light

Maniacal cackling.  This would be/might actually someday be the title of the Fic We Shall Not Speak Of, previously discussed here.  I’m literally going to copy-paste because I’m so pleased with that summary.

Padme Naberrie-not-yet-Amidala is three when the Force comes to her, as strong as one of the great storms that close down all of Naboo, four when the Jedi turn her away for being too old, five when she begins teaching the Force to herself.

Surely emotion is not wicked at its core, young Padme says, surely not, and she reaches out, learns to shape the Force with her passions and her loves and her rages and her laughs, and it is warm and rich and wild and vicious and everything (and surely this cannot be the Dark Side).  

When she stands on the Tatooine sand and meets a boy who shines like a sun, some part of her mind (the part that’s seen people die because their vaunted politicians took too long to see them suffering, the part that’s seen wars start over petty arguments and diplomatic differences, the part that looks around Tattooine and thinks look at all these suffering people, if only I had the power to save them) says yesssss.  And she reaches out and she takes his hand and she stays in touch and she assures him that no, emotion is not wrong, love is not wrong, Attachment is not wrong, he is not wrong.  

One day…oh, one day he comes to her, wild-eyed, with the words of another person on his tongue and talk about Sith, and she does her research and she thinks look at all these suffering people, if only I had the power, and…

Well.  Padme only wants to help.  Surely the ends justify the means.  Surely this cannot be Dark, if it’s to save starving children and wounded soldiers and slaves.

And the Empire rises under the command of its Empress and her iron fist, Darth Vader.