this is the parent trap. this is the parent trap with luke and leia

I need them stuck together in a caved-in ancient temple somewhere and having a near-screaming argument and Padme referencing something specific to her past that Anakin was there for in the process of making a point and Vader getting mad at thinking himself mocked and just Will Not Stand for anybody bringing Padme Amidala into the argument and

Padme just

fucking takes her mask off and throws it at him and says she’ll use herself in her own arguments all she fucking well wants and it bounces off his face and she figures she’s gonna die and she’s totally not prepared for the second-in-command of the entire Empire to just fall on his knees at her feet.

I don’t even know what to follow this up with and I think neither do they.

He falls at her feet. Hard, knee-banging, hitting the ground before her flung mask does. Kneeling. Kneeling to her, as if she’s the Emperor, and she wonders for a moment if she’s somehow hit the mechanical equivalent to those control chips the clones had. The moment is harsh and surreal, her own gasping breath louder in her ears than the respirator hiss of his.

He speaks to the ground, but his presence, the storm of darkness that surrounds him and turns blood to ice wherever he goes, is focused on her and flaring like a new-lit flame. “You live.”

Oh, Force. She doesn’t know how she knows, some trick of inflection even past the artificial deep tones, some long-forgotten spark of familiarity, but she knows, and the knowledge is great and terrible and yet it strikes some part of her dead and buried with the ringing hammer of a sunrise.

“Anakin?!”