The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 10 - We Pretend it Never Happened

A new pattern has emerged between Anakin and I. It appears that after any sort of incident (I'm referring to what has transpired between us these last few days) occurs, we do this thing where we pretend it never happened at all. We have never addressed it.

I can't seem to make up my mind over whether this is a good or bad strategy. On one hand, we should pretend it never happened because it's not like we are allowed to have attachments. But on the other hand, I wonder if we are only tapering off the inevitable by avoiding the topic. What happens if these incidents keep happening? Can we really avoid talking about it for eternity?

A perfect example of our avoidance is right now— with Anakin and I sitting at the dinner table pretending as if today's incident in Meadows hadn't taken place. Instead, we had decided to chat about what we felt was a safe topic— sharing our past Jedi mission stories.

"And when I got to them, we went into aggressive negotiations." Anakin spoke proudly as he recalled the details of a recent mission in Hoth that he had been on with Obi-Wan.

'Aggressive negotiations' was the phrase Anakin used to mean negotiations with a lightsaber; but with his recklessness, naturally it occurred in every one of his stories.

He caught me rolling my eyes and paused his story-telling. "What's that look for?" He glared at me before intimating my eye-roll dramatically.

"It's nothing." I held back a laugh. "It's just... well, have you ever been on a mission where you didn't use aggressive negotiations?"

Anakin dropped his utensils on the dining room table as his defensive side came raging out. "There have been plenty occasions where I haven't—"

"Name one." I cut him off playfully.

He paused for a moment and then shut his mouth, disregarding my question completely— clearly because it was obvious that I was right in my assumption.

"Well at least I ignite my lightsaber every once and a while." Anakin scoffed. "I'm beginning to think you don't know how to use yours."

I laughed at his implication. Of course I knew how to use my lightsaber. I just also knew when I didn't need to— unlike him— and so I told him exactly that.

"Prove it then." He challenged me.

"I don't need to prove myself to you." I said with disinterest, focusing on my plate.

As I went to take a bite of my food, Anakin used the Force with the swipe of his hand to levitate my plate in the air away from my grasp. If he wanted my attention, he had it now. I was pissed.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Give me back my plate, or I'll stab my fork into your eye socket." I threatened him.

He dropped down my plate to it's previous position slowly, satisfied that he had my attention. "Humour me for a second." He hummed. "What if I make it more interesting?"

"How?" My eyes narrowed, knowing Anakin wouldn't let me eat until I let him pitch whatever brainless idea he had roaming through his thick skull.

"I want you to fight me." He answered.

"What?" I spit out some of the drink I had been trying to take a sip from. He had to be kidding.

"C'mon," he challenged me with a playful smile. "It'll be good practice."

"Anakin," I sighed. "We've been practicing our sparring pretty much every day at the temple since we got there."

"Ah, but you've never sparred with me, Y/N." he winked at me with a devilish grin.

"Hmm. That's true." I hummed, putting my finger to my chin as I actually considered his idea for the first time. I would love to give Anakin a good ass kicking. The cocky bastard certainly deserved it.

He chuckled. "What makes you so sure you'll win?"

Much to my dismay, it was evident that Anakin had once again read my thoughts without my intention to share them, indicating our Force telepathy seemed to only be getting stronger.

"What makes you so sure I won't?" I arched my brow.

"I never said that." He exonerated himself unconvincingly, raising his hands in the air as if surrendering during an attack.

I leaned forward, closer to him. "You didn't have to. I know you, Anakin."

He leaned forward too with amusement. He spoke just above a whisper. "And what exactly do you know about me?" He cocked his brow.

I flicked my tongue, leaning back in my chair, and making an exaggerated thinking face. "Hmmm. Let's see..." I tapped my finger against my chin for theatrics. "Well, for starters, you're a cocky, arrogant, narcissistic—"

He cut me off with his laughter. It was a passionate roar that emerged deep from his chest. "Okay, now I really can't wait to kick your ass."

"That's the thing about narcissists. They always think they're better than every other person in a room.... But be careful Ani, your ego is making you underestimate others. It might get you into trouble someday..." I warned him.

His eyes lit up with a fiery expression. His competitive side overcame him, his need to prove to everyone that he was the best. "Let's make a bet then, if you're so confident." He proposed.

"Alright." I smiled, ready to take on his 'challenge'. Like I said before, Anakin's weakness was his cockiness. It meant all his defences wouldn't be up, giving me the upper hand.

"Ya?" He asked with satisfied grin.

I leaned towards him again. "What do I get if I win?" I inquired, using an almost flirtatious tone.

He matched my position and tone. "What do you want?" He almost purred like a loth cat, tilting his head with that fire still present in his eyes.

I realized we were entering back into forbidden territory, and I shut it down before it escalated any further.

I shoved him back into his seat. "For you to stop being an arrogant ass," I hissed, over-enunciating the 's's. "And I want to drive the ship home after the mission is complete."

"Can't make any promises regarding my 'arrogant ass'iness as you put it," He chuckled as he fell back into his seat. "But as the the ship, you've got yourself a deal."

"I'm surprised you'd even agree to that." I remarked. He never lets anyone else pilot if he's onboard.

"It's only because I know I'm not going to lose." He grinned smugly.

Asshat. I thought to myself and rolled my eyes. "So if"—I emphasize the 'if' to him—"I do lose, what do you want?"

"When I win,"—he emphasized the 'when'— "You'll let me drive the ship every time we go on missions."

"You already do that." I pointed out as I glared at him.

"Mmm you're right." Anakin hummed. "Well then I guess you'll just have to owe me one if I win."

"Owe you one what?" I raised my brow with confusion.

"You'll just have to see when the time comes." He shrugged before putting out his hand to shake on our arrangement. "So do we have a deal?"

I huffed. I didn't want to owe Anakin anything, but the thought of seeing his face when he had to watch me pilot his ship was too much of an opportunity to pass up. I shook his hand firmly. "Deal."

"Perfect," He looked at me with a satisfied grin. "We'll meet at Padme's gym tomorrow at noon."

*A/N - this is kind of a filler-chapter but I promise the next few chapters will bring the excitement and possibly some romance;);)*