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

Praise You

• Summary: An act of insubordination, a crash landing and a trek through the forests of an uncharted planet bring Anakin and Obi-Wan to a very hospitable village. Sure they think Anakin is a god, but really, what's wrong with wanting to be appreciated?

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“I must congratulate you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hums as he slashes through the undergrowth.

Anakin sighs and ducks under a mass of vines. “Must you?”

“This was easily in your top ten crash landings. Maybe even your top five.” Obi-Wan bats at a fly, his expression pinched and his face streaked with ash. “I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, practice makes perfect.”

What a smug, self-satisfied and only marginally singed asshole. “This whole mess is your fault, Master, not mine.”

“My fault?” Obi-Wan’s indignation rings through the Force, bleeds through his airtight shielding. “Mine?”

“We wouldn’t be anywhere near this sector if it wasn’t for you. We’d be leading our troops, we’d be with Ahsoka and Plo on Ryloth right now if you hadn’t ratted me out to the council.”

As though Anakin is nothing more than an unwieldy youngling, a constant embarrassment, a thorn in Obi-Wan’s side. Anakin would have covered for Obi-Wan if the situations were reversed. He would have spared the Council the details of how, exactly, his last mission resolved itself.

Anakin might spend half his time admiring the broad stretch of Obi-Wan’s shoulders and the other half imagining the taste of his lips, but that doesn’t mean he can’t recognize Obi-Wan for what he is.

And his perfect, condescending master is a bit of dick sometimes.

“I had to tell the Council, Anakin, I’m on the Council. They need to know if one of their knights is going rogue, if he’s openly disobeying their orders. You can’t keep doing this, you can’t keep demanding special treatment—”

“I’ve never asked for special treatment.”

“You literally just asked me to lie to the Council for you. This isn’t how the Jedi work, Anakin. I have to send in accurate mission reports, I can’t keep—” Obi-Wan cuts himself off with a huff and another swing of his saber. “You’re a fine Jedi, a Knight now. That comes with certain responsibilities. I hope you realize how lucky you’ve been.”

“Lucky?” Is that what Obi-Wan calls this? Scolded and humiliated in front of the entire Council, in front of Obi-Wan himself—

“You could have been grounded entirely. I know a diplomatic mission isn’t glamorous and doesn’t leave much room for heroics, but this is the compromise we settled on. You need to remember your place, Anakin.”

Remember his place?

Suddenly Anakin is nineteen again, still a Padawan, still braided and berated in Padmé’s apartment and told to learn his place by his perfect, composed Master.

He just wishes Obi-Wan would stick up for him, at least sometimes. His former Master never sees the good in Anakin, never sees how hard he’s trying to be a proper Jedi, an effective general and a proper mentor for Ahsoka. He only sees when Anakin screws up, when he embarrasses himself.

No ‘thanks for saving the chancellor of the republic again, Anakin’ or ‘Ahsoka’s training is progressing well under your tutelage’ or ‘your plan, while reckless, saved thousands of lives.’ Just constant chastisements and punishments and the aching awareness that the Jedi, that Obi-Wan will never appreciate Anakin as he is.