star wars x reader (one-shots)

padawan pt 1: (platonic) anakin

Summary:

After Ahsoka leaves the Order, Anakin's assigned a new padawan. The Council thinks it's a 'good' idea to help Anakin move on (their decision was influenced Palpatine). What they don't know was that this was another layer to Palpatine's plans for the future (more loss = more pain = more dark side anakin).

Anakin was angry–no, infuriated. How dare they? How dare the Council think anyone could replace Ahsoka? They could give him fifty thousand different kids to train, but none of them would ever amount to the value Ahsoka held. Why? Because they'd never be enough to fill that hole in his battered heart.

Anakin didn't know who this '(Y/n) (L/n)'was, but he heard enough tea from the younglings to know that she would only be a burden. They called her 'Bean Bag' because she was tossed through a few different hands, or masters in this scenario. Some couldn't handle her, some died in battle, and others straight-up dumped her back at the Jedi Temple. No one knew the true reasons as to why (Y/n) almost never had a permanent master, besides the Council.

And it so happened that they decided to assign (Y/n) to Anakin Skywalker.

"Oh no." Anakin grumbled with a humourless chuckle. "I'm not having another padawan. I don't need one, and I'm not good with kids. Either way, isn't she a little too old to not have a master?" Obi-wan placed a hand to his chin from where he sat in the rounded room. "Fifteen is not that old Anakin. You know that most padawans aren't chosen until they're about thirteen fourteen. (Y/n), on the other hand, was first chosen at a younger age."

"Eleven." Windu interjected. "She was chosen at a eleven." Anakin's eyes widened. "That's too young." Windu looked like he had eaten a whole lemon. "That is exactly what I said. (Y/n)'s first master saw potential in her though, and argued that her age helped her see the galaxy through s 'different lens'. She trained her well, but fell in battle. After that, (Y/n) found a new master."

Obi-wan folded his hands together and said, "He was not as kind. When we found out about his mistreatment, we transferred (Y/n) to yet another master. He was most definitely kinder, but also fell in battle." Anakin knitted his brow together as Obi-wan continued. "The master after that also fell in battle, so..."

"You thought I'd be her next master?" Anakin grumpily finished. Obi-wan's gaze softened like butter on a hot day. "Try to understand, Anakin. It would be a waste to send (Y/n) back to the temple. She is immensely strong with the Force and needs someone to teach her the qualities she needs."

"Which is...?"

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"Confidence and trust." Anakin said. "That's what I'm told you needed help with. And according to Obi-wan, I'm the 'perfect candidate' to help." He wanted to roll his eyes so far that they'd disappear into his skull. Why was he doing this again? Oh right, because the Council said so. Not because he accepted (Y/n) as his padawan.

"Correct...Master." she firmly said. Although (Y/n) didn't look the least bit timid, he saw it in her eyes. The uncertainty in her deep (e/c) hues along with her subtle body language was enough of a tale to give him her life story. She had emotional trauma. Period. Anakin's brow crinkled as he eyed (Y/n) carefully. She didn't dress in the traditional robes like the other Jedi. Instead, she wore a fitted long sleeved shirt with a hexagontal shape on the chest, a belt, leggings, and knee-high boots.

For someone lacking confidence, she sure had the audacity to stand out.

"All I have to say is that confidence and trust can't be taught. It's learned through experience and time." he announced. (Y/n) obediently nodded, and it was then that Anakin saw her as a soldier. The way she stood at attention was stiff and rigid, just as his men stood when he gave orders.