#skywalker reader au

“And that is the end folks! With the rookie taking first place! Can you believe it!?”

As the announcer’s voice called for all betters to collect their winnings at the booth, you walked your bike to the main hangar, feeling plenty dazed by the post-race adrenaline finally wearing off. 

One season. 

It had taken only a single season for you to reach that coveted goal of actually taking home first prize in the treacherously fast speeder-bike races. The Coruscant underground had never seen one so young make such an ardent comeback; from placing in last for several races to placing in the top three the past few weeks, many spectators showed their confidence in your promising skill and vigor by betting heavily on your highly anticipated success. 

Still, the months of racing and having many close encounters with violent crashes left you grateful for the end of the season. Now you could find the time to rest and recuperate from the hell you had willingly put yourself through. Not only had you risked great physical injury and even death, but the just as frightful rage of your family. 

It was an odd act of tact and grace, formulating a believable front to cover for your underground activities. You had settled on telling your grandfather that you had taken up shadowing some of the New Republic scouts for the tactical experience, which wasn’t a complete lie. It was simply a half-truth you exploited for all its worth. No less than six days a week you made your way to the scout’s hangar and accompanied them on some of their assignments on and off world; it just wasn’t for the length of time your grandfather believed. Leaving early gave you ample time to make your way to the lower levels of Coruscant without rousing familial suspicion.  

When your bike was securely locked in its own garage unit, you started the journey home, knowing you would be expected back soon given the late hour. With your more aerodynamic uniform replaced with your traditional robes, you walked confidently back into your family’s dwelling. 

Your pace became slow as you weaved through the corridors, finally finding solace in your own room by collapsing face first onto your plush mattress. 

“Thought a regular champion such as yourself would be more…celebratory than this.” 

Quickly sitting upright you could just make out the sight of your grandfather as he strode past your threshold, his arms crossed securely in front of himself. 

“H-Hey!” You smiled, hugging a pillow close to your chest. “Didn’t see you there…”

A mischievous smirk spread across Anakin Skywalker’s own face, but was mostly masked by his neatly trimmed beard. 

“That’s the purpose of walking so quietly. But I won’t be so easily sidetracked. Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Celebrating…what?”

His smirk evolved into a splitting smile as he sat down on the end of your bed. “Oh come on, quit playing dumb. I’d recognize the smell of oil and grease anywhere. It takes at least a day to get rid of the smell, kid.” When you remained silent, Anakin continued. “So when were you going to tell me you were a speeder-bike racing star?”

“...When I was old enough to compete…” You answered quietly, wanting nothing more than to disappear under the blankets of your bed. 

“Which we all know is a while yet….Hey, don’t look like that.” Your grandfather’s hand playfully pulled at your ear. “If I wanted you to stop I would have pulled you out at the start of the season.”

Swinging your head to the side, you looked at Anakin with wide eyes.