Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Snake in the Grass

• Summary: Anakin has been in love with Obi-Wan for as long as he can remember. And because Obi-Wan is a Jedi's Jedi, he knows Obi-Wan will never love him back. But that's okay. Anakin has enough love for the both of them. When Obi-Wan comes to Anakin asking for help with a mysterious problem right before they're deployed on their next mission, Anakin knows it's his only chance to show Obi-Wan just how much he loves him.

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Obi-Wan was the most infuriatingly perfect man Anakin had ever had the misfortune to meet.

Every time Anakin would turn in his assignments late (only a day late, mind you), he’d get scolded. Every time Anakin would forget the laundry (because you can, in fact, wear an item of clothing more than once) he’d hear a lecture about hygiene. Every time Anakin would burn dinner (it wasn’t like he’d had the opportunity to learn from top chefs on Tatooine) he’d get the stinkeye from Obi-Wan and a suggestion to maybe turn down the temperature, it was important to be patient and allow your food to cook slowly.

Then he’d been Knighted, and he thought he’d left all that behind. He and Obi-Wan were equals now—they’d work together on even footing.

Anakin had to laugh at how wrong he was, because if he didn’t, he’d cry.

The war made everything worse because, well, it was war, but also because Obi-Wan somehow became more perfect while Anakin just got worse and worse. When Anakin accidentally blew up a Seppie ship a little too close to a civilian town, Obi-Wan would swoop in with the 212th and distribute aid. When he’d lose his cool in a holo-meeting, Obi-Wan would lightly step on his toes to get him to focus—and if they weren’t in the same room, he’d send him a pulse of calm through their Force bond. When Anakin was frazzled because they’d just lost too many men, too many men, and all he could think of was how to keep them alive through the next battle, Obi-Wan and Cody would show up and keep the 501st running with Rex.

Obi-Wan was always put together. Even his hair was perfectly gelled every time Anakin saw him, whether they were on Coruscant or the battlefield. There were never any scuffs on his boots, never any sweat on his brow. He was perfect in every conceivable way. A perfect Jedi. A perfect teacher. And a perfect General.

Anakin was deeply, desperately in love with him. And it would ruin Obi-Wan’s perfect Jedi self if he ever knew that.

Which was why it was so strange that Obi-Wan was standing before him now, looking…sheepish, which Obi-Wan never was, spine stiffer than usual and hands clasped behind his back. They’d just returned from a successful campaign on Felucia, and Anakin had been enjoying their time off on Coruscant. Mostly because he was able to finally work on the starfighter models he’d been trying to finish since—since before he could remember. Maybe even before the war. It helped that he had a hard deadline. According to the Council, they were going to be sent out again in three days.

And as much as Anakin enjoyed his models, there was an itchy fire in his blood that could only be satisfied by being out on the field with Rex and his men. Distributing justice as a Jedi Knight, the way he always hoped he would. Close enough, anyway.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, then was silent. He’d done nothing else except ask to enter Anakin’s apartment, which of course Anakin had obliged, and stand before him awkwardly.

“Yes?”

“I—do you have any tea? Never mind. I brought some.”

Obi-Wan practically fled to the kitchen. Which wasn’t much of a hiding spot, considering Anakin was working on his starship models at his tiny kitchen table. Parts were scattered all over the floor, but Obi-Wan was able to avoid them due to years of practice. Anakin waited for some brusque comment about how messy he was, but it never arrived. Obi-Wan should have said something about it. It was part of their routine. Instead, all Anakin heard was the rush of boiling water in a kettle.