home (anidala week day 1: happy skywalker family au)
in which “darth vader” is no more than anakin’s playtime alter ego (2k, complete)
When she opened the door, for a split second Padmé wondered if she was in the wrong apartment. One of the sofas was overturned, a vase was shattered on the floor with flowers and water in a sopping pile beside it, and there was a dusting of pillow feathers all over the scene.
But then she heard C-3PO’s distressed voice floating down the hall; yes, she was definitely home. “Oh, my! Mistress Padmé will be most displeased when she returns. Master Ani, would you like me to—?”
“Get out of the way, Threepio, we gotta stop the Sith Lord!”
“Oh! My apologies, Master Luke.”
A second later, Anakin came barreling into the living room with Luke and Leia sprinting behind him as fast as their little legs could carry them. All three were brandishing lightsabers (toy ones, thankfully)—Luke’s was green, Leia’s blue, and Anakin’s red. “You’ll never defeat me!” Anakin declared. “I’m more powerful than either of you!”
“But there are two of us and only one of you, Darth Vader!” Leia announced, and with that she and Luke both charged at the same time.
They whacked Anakin with their lightsabers, and he gave a theatrical gasp before falling to the ground. “Curse you, Jedi, you’ve vanquished me!” he cried, sounding rather like one of the painfully melodramatic holodramas he for some reason adored and had forced Padmé to watch more times than she cared to remember. Though watching how unironically (and adorably) invested in them Anakin got was worth the price of sitting through hours of corny overacting, in her opinion.
“What exactly is going on in here?” Padmé said.