The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 43 - Trust the Will of the Force

*Six months later...*

Anakin - 22

Y/N - 20

Y/N's POV:

My class of 20 younglings sits on the training rug below me, all bright-eyed and eager to learn, their full attention on my lesson. I'm incredibly lucky to have such a great group of students. The future of the Jedi is in good hands. "Now then, can anyone tell me why we practice meditation?" I ask.

Sofija raises her hand politely.

"Yes, Sofija?"

"It helps us connect with the force." She answers confidently.

I smile with pride. "Yes, that's right! Good job, Sof!"

"Thank you, Master Y/N." she blinks up at me with an adorable smile. I love being a Jedi, but sometimes I think I like being a teacher even more. I've grown a soft spot for my students. I love to see them learn new skills, to see them grow, and to see the happiness in their eyes when they finally conquer a new challenge successfully.

"Meditation goes beyond forging a deeper connection to the Force as well... it is about gaining a deeper understanding of ourselves." I share. "It is a means of obtaining greater control over our thoughts and emotions. Peace, Serenity, Harmony— the three core principles of the Jedi Code. We must master ourselves before we can hope to master the force."

"But how do we do that?" Jin, one of the younger students in my class, asks.

"That's a great question, Jin." I smile at the boy.
"First, we must work to clear our minds in order to calm ourselves into a state of relaxation."

Before I can elaborate further, I sense my husband close by. I look around the room, barely containing my smile when my eyes meet his.

He's leaning against the exit door, looking at me with his signature playful smirk. His gaze falls up and down my body, raking it in like I'm some sort of glorious work of art, and I can't help the rouge tint that falls to my cheeks in response.

He's still wearing his Republic army robes, his armoured chest plate secured at the side of his hip. His dark blonde curls are extra messy and almost matted, and he looks in dire need of a shower to freshen up... maybe if he sticks around until I'm done my lesson I can join him.

I find myself unable to stop ogling him, pretty much forgetting about all the young children in the room. It's almost maddening how he can still appear so impossibly handsome after sweating all day and night yesterday in battle.

My cheeks flame and burn with arousal, heating beginning to course through my veins. He notices the way I'm staring and his cocky grin grows wider. "Hi, Princess." He greets me through our connection so the children can't hear. His voice is dripping with seduction.

"Hi, Ani." I reply matching his tone. "You didn't come home for dinner last night like you promised... or this morning."

His smirk doesn't waver. "I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you tonight."

Fuck.

I cannot get aroused right now.

Some of the students turn around when they notice the direction I'm looking in, tiny gasps falling from their mouths at the sight of the legendary prophesied Chosen One and revered War General.

"Master Skywalker," I clear my throat, pushing away my thoughts of the promise of later tonight that he just made. "Is there something I can help you with? As you can see, the students and I were just in the middle of a lesson."