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

Teething Years

• Summary: Anakin is in the throes of growing his Omegan canines when he asks a dangerous request of Obi-Wan-- can he bite him to help relieve the pain? Things progress from there.

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[12]

Anakin was seemingly precocious in every way, including biologically. After all, it wasn't every day that a 12-year-old presented as an omega.

"It's likely due to living with an unrelated, unmated alpha," Healer Che had explained. "It's no fault of your own but..." she trailed off. "It's too early to put him on suppressants."

Obi-Wan, who had been put on rut suppressants as soon as he had presented, balked. "Too early? Che, I don't know if you understand the severity--"

"Knight Kenobi," Healer Che snapped. "I don't believe you understand the severity of the situation. If we put him on suppressants now, we are at risk of completely disrupting his puberty, and stopping him from even being able to mate in the future, if he so desires that. Just because he's started having heats does not mean he is fully grown, and you'd do well to remember that."

Obi-Wan quickly ceded his position and guiltily apologized. He did ask when Anakin could go on suppressants, however.

"Once his heats have a cycle to them, either every other month or every three months is common for most omegas. Right now though, he can expect to have heats almost every month until his body adjusts for at least the next year."

And so here they were, Anakin suffering behind a locked door and Obi-Wan strangely, guiltily, interested in the noises that came from behind said door.

He was 12, he was his padawan, and he still smelled like his pup for Sith's hell's sake. But he smelled like spiced hot chocolate as well, smelled like new pups instead of the pup he had taken in and Obi-Wan had to fight the urge to go in there and do... something.

It shouldn't have been torture.

It was.

Anakin hadn't even lost his last milk tooth yet. His front teeth had a gap between the two because he had lost his canines so early— not abnormally as they had originally thought— to make room for his omegan canines.

Disproportionately big for his face, and a good deal sharper than his other teeth, Anakin was not enjoying this bout of teething now that he could remember, any more than he probably had as a toddler. He complained of achy gums, how it hurt to eat, and most of all how he felt the urge to simply chew anything, despite the pain.

Obi-Wan had caught him chewing on pens, pencils, pieces of wood, even droid parts, anything to ease the ache in his gums.

"Padawan," he finally said one day, standing awkwardly in the doorway to Anakin's room. "I can get you something to help with your teeth. Would you like me to?"

Anakin looked up from his drawings for a moment before he asked, "What kind of thing?"

"I can get you a rubber bracelet or necklace, or gummy candy, even some numbing gel?" Obi-Wan said.

"Numbing gel?" Anakin perked up.

"Yes, it's something akin to bacta, but just for numbing, not healing as well."

Anakin considered for a moment before nodding vigorously. "Can I have all of them?"

Obi-Wan couldn't help the indulgent smile that crossed his face. "Of course you can, dear one," he said, leaning against the door jamb.