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wintersday) wrote2021-04-04 10:37 pm
wintersday) wrote2021-04-04 10:37 pm
Entry tags:
- character: star wars: mon mothma,
- character: star wars: padme,
- fandom: star wars: crossover,
- fandom: star wars: original trilogy,
- fandom: star wars: prequel trilogy,
- fanfic,
- fanfic: length: under 1k,
- fanfic: rating: teen,
- fanfic: type: f/f,
- pairing: star wars: padme/mon mothma,
- trope: au - canon divergence,
- trope: grief,
- trope: hurt/comfort,
- trope: mutual loyalty,
- trope: rebellion
Fic: Until Spring
Title: Until Spring
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy & Prequel Trilogy
Major Characters/Pairings: Mon Mothma/Padmé
Wordcount: 250
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Padmé survives. She doesn’t do it alone.
Padmé is too thin when they pull her from the bacta, her hand bloodless in Mon Mothma’s grip. Whatever was killing her, it hadn’t let go easily.
“The children?” she asks.
“Safe,” Mon says, and, “You’ll need a new name too.”
That should be easy enough, for her. She’s traded names and selves before; the galaxy’s lost a fine senator, but Mon hopes the Rebellion might’ve gained a finer spy. Now, though, her smile is weary, wintry, marked by grief.
“The old one is a liability, I expect.”
“The old one belongs to a woman I don’t want to die.”
.
She is, it happens, a very good spy, who very seldom makes an appearance in person. When Mon sees her next, she’s still too thin, her name unfamiliar. Grief never left her.
Mon can’t offer freedom from that, but she can offer good brandy, a little warmth, a temporary reprieve.
.
Sometimes – not always – they end those nights tangled together in some austere bunk, too close to let the cold seep between them. Sometimes, Mon feels the raised edge of the scar on her agent’s hip, seared there in blaster fire, and wishes she could say, stay, there’s no need to risk yourself.
“If we outlast this,” she says, but before she can fumble for words to encompass a galaxy without war, Padmé stills her with a kiss.
“Do what you can,” she says. “Don’t promise anything more.”
So she does – in silence and by touch, offering no certainties but this.
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy & Prequel Trilogy
Major Characters/Pairings: Mon Mothma/Padmé
Wordcount: 250
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Padmé survives. She doesn’t do it alone.
Padmé is too thin when they pull her from the bacta, her hand bloodless in Mon Mothma’s grip. Whatever was killing her, it hadn’t let go easily.
“The children?” she asks.
“Safe,” Mon says, and, “You’ll need a new name too.”
That should be easy enough, for her. She’s traded names and selves before; the galaxy’s lost a fine senator, but Mon hopes the Rebellion might’ve gained a finer spy. Now, though, her smile is weary, wintry, marked by grief.
“The old one is a liability, I expect.”
“The old one belongs to a woman I don’t want to die.”
.
She is, it happens, a very good spy, who very seldom makes an appearance in person. When Mon sees her next, she’s still too thin, her name unfamiliar. Grief never left her.
Mon can’t offer freedom from that, but she can offer good brandy, a little warmth, a temporary reprieve.
.
Sometimes – not always – they end those nights tangled together in some austere bunk, too close to let the cold seep between them. Sometimes, Mon feels the raised edge of the scar on her agent’s hip, seared there in blaster fire, and wishes she could say, stay, there’s no need to risk yourself.
“If we outlast this,” she says, but before she can fumble for words to encompass a galaxy without war, Padmé stills her with a kiss.
“Do what you can,” she says. “Don’t promise anything more.”
So she does – in silence and by touch, offering no certainties but this.