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

Whatever We Had Was Wonderful

• Summary: Obi-Wan crash landed on Tatooine and he sure as hell didn’t except to find the Omega who he wakes up to to be so pretty.

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Anakin was a Skywalker, Ekkerth, but that never made his childhood any easier. His mother did his best to raise him even though Anakin would never be free. Watto was a nicer Depur, only kicked him around and knocked his lights out a few times. As a child he always had a talent for mechanics. That’s why Watto kept Anakin; him and his mother were the only thing keeping his shop together. Anakin doesn’t remember much of his time with Gardulla but he remembered the pain from the long white scars on his back and the other scars that littered his body, he didn’t remember how he got them but he remembered what they felt like. Pain was common for slaves, he welcomed it even. It made him feel normal, because the voice in his head didn’t feel normal.

The voice in his head murmured to him, look! pay attention, don’t let your guard down, ever. He listened to that voice, depended on it to survive. Without it he didn’t think he would survive. So he did what he did best; he helped the customers, tried to win some podraces, and did his best to be a good little slave. He ignored the way some of the Alphas smelled rotten and like bad luck. The voice would say that too, whispering to stay away from certain Alpha’s whose looks lingered too long on his small body. Watto had made threats about it of course but had never followed through. He won his first podrace when he’s nine. It’s a surprise to everyone, including Anakin. After that Watto started to make a lot more money from him as a podracer. He always won after that, adrenaline soared through his veins as he did so. He liked pod racing, despite the fact that when he was younger he broke both legs doing so. It was fun and he thought the voice in his head liked it too. Watto’s shop expanded as he won more and more podraces, and him and his mother started to get fed better too. They didn’t have a lot, so small victories. He knew Gardulla the Hutt was severely regretting ever letting him out of her clutches but he sure enjoyed Watto a lot more than Gardulla.

(He hated all of them though, with a burning passion. How could they do this to people? How could people be this sick and cruel? It didn’t make sense to him and his mom always said the biggest problem in the galaxy was people not helping each other.)

Watto and his mom kept a close eye on him, to make sure he didn’t get kidnapped in the night. Just a couple days before his fourteenth birthday he woke up with the voice yelling in his ears and wetness against his thighs. His mother came into his room with sad, sad eyes. She helped him make his very first nest and luckily another podrace wasn’t for a couple weeks so his mom could make an excuse to Watto. Kitster and his mom came over to their little hovel and Kit’s mom made Cardil Chili, it was a spicy and hearty stew that was usually made without meat but it could be added if you had some. He just felt miserable and his stomach hurt all the time and felt like he was going to throw up any minute, but he was told as he got older the stomach pains would lessen with each heat, well for most Omegas anyway. His mother made Tzai and it helped his stomach feel a little better and helped soothe his nerves. Tzai always made him feel better, especially when his mother made it. His mom throughout his heat would sleep in his nest with him and card her fingers through his blonde hair.

When Kitster could he’d allow him into his nest and he’d just kind of hold Anakin. He told him everything would be fine but he knew, they both knew that it wouldn’t. On top of knowing mechanics, always winning podraces, he spoke many different languages and could even read and write in Amatakkan and Huttense, he was now an Omega. His price had just doubled, many even tripled. Anakin was young and pretty and he was small and petite (but his shoulders seemed to be getting broader every week, while his waist seemed to be even more narrow) he was the perfect Omega by the Hutts’ standards except for his sharp tongue. Even worse than that, Watto still could decide to split him and his mother up. What if he never saw her again? He didn’t want to leave his mother and Kit and Kit’s mom, they were his family.