Anakin Skywalker x Reader
The Council has long believed since Anakin Skywalker arrived at the Jedi Temple that he is the Chosen One. And from what they know of the prophecy, they have no reason to believe otherwise.
Y/N is just a regular padawan t...
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*A/N - What your Padawan/Jedi outfit looks like in my mind. Imagine it however you want.(:*
Y/N's POV:
**A/N - Going forward, assume it is Y/N's POV unless it states otherwise in the story**
As soon as we reached the hangar bay in Coruscant, I swiftly jumped out of the Eta-2 Jedi Starfighter and began walking at a fast pace towards the Jedi Temple and away fromhim. I couldn't stand to be in the same space as that man for another second. He was the once again the reason for another mission ruined.
"Y/N! Come back here!" The voice of said man demanded, hoping out of the shuttle and following me even though he knows I wish he wouldn't. His poor astromech droid, R2D2, struggled to follow his master as he practically sprinted towards me.
Anakin Skywalker is the bane of my existence. And yet, for some Force forsaken reason, the Jedi Council is determined to place us together for missions.
I ignored him, increasing my speed and angrily stomping my feet on the ground. I knew I was acting as if I were a child, but I was too upset to care. He acts like a child most of the time anyway, so why should I act any different?
"Y/N!" He growled at me with rage. Artoo beeped as he scuttled after him, most likely to trying to tell him to slow down, but I couldn't be entirely sure because I wasn't all that familiar with understanding droid speech.
Skywalker eventually matched my pace and caught up to me quickly. I cursed him and those damn long legs that gave him an unfair advantage. He grabbed my shoulder and whipped me anything but gently around to face him. "Can you please stop being a child about this? Force, it's like you're still a youngling."
I immediately shook his hand off of of me, pulling away in disgust. My arm immediately burned with pain from where he had grabbed me. There would definitely be a bruise tomorrow, and I hissed at the thought of having a reminder that he had touched me.
