Imagine Anakin's Alternative Versions...

Imagine you bond with Anakin Skywalker

Imagine you bond with Anakin Skywalker whilst you both are Padawans.

Warnings: none, it's fluffy.

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Anakin's POV.

"Your arrogance is going to be your fall, Anakin." Obi-Wan is telling him once the trainings end that afternoon. "It blinds you to the opponent's attack and worse, to any manipulating tricks they might possess."

Anakin sighs. Will he ever be pleased with anything I do at all?

"And mind your thoughts. I can hear them." He softens, stopping right before him. "If I am being difficult to you it's because I see how better you can be. It's not about pleasing me, Anakin, but that you become a better self every day."

"Easy for you to say." The other male grumbles.

Obi-Wan chuckles as he puts away his saber.

"On the contrary", says he. "When I was Padawan, my Master was never easy on me. Perhaps what you need is more practice with other Padawan. You've been spending too much time with me."

Anakin scoffs at the suggestion.

"How should I interpret that?"

Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows at his Padawan.

"Like I said earlier, Anakin, your arrogance is not your best trait. Perhaps to work it better what you need is spend time with other Padawans. I haven't seen you bonding with others lately."

"I do not think I am in need of bonding with other Padawans... master."

He can see he's making it difficult for Obi-Wan. Anakin sighs again.

"I'm sorry. I will do what I can."

The ginger male gives a side smile at him.

"That is a better response, Anakin. I know you will not regret it."

"Let us hope so."

Does he have a choice? Anakin shakes his head and goes to his quarters, not in the mood for further interacting.

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Your POV.

Here's how you start your day: you clean yourself at the first hours of morning, believing the cold shower has a better effect at your awakening than a cup of coffee—even though you don't dismiss it.

You braid your y/c hair in a way that falls to your waist; you wear a bandage around your breasts and places a white top over it before you put your pants. You throw your Jedi robes over your shoulders and finally put the Padawan braid right where it is meant to be.

It is only after you have breakfast and brush your teeth that you stop by your Master's quarters. That is where he usually meets you and the day starts with physical trainings—he is never easy on you—although not rare he sends you to the library to get your lessons done.

You usually prefer the trainings, in spite of getting you bruises every time —as aforesaid, he is not one to be easy on you—, because books are always so...limiting at times. Or maybe it's because you are too energetic.

"Honestly to Maker, you are too agitated, Y/N." You are told this day after you ask him at least thrice if this time the trainings will be with saber. Because lately he's been refusing you to do so since Master H/N believes you are too cocky with a saber in hands. "I think you need to learn with other Padawans how to channel this energy."

You usually don't complain. Quiet as you are, you keep things to yourself. But maybe it's because of doing so that you are anxious and agitated whenever you go to the field.