Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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Re: 4b Omega!Anakin in alpha!Jedi world

[(Anonymous)]

Obi-Wan Kenobi was a gentleman, but not an especially gentle man. He wasn't prone to fits of softhearted mercy, nor was he partial to children and other helpless things the way his Master had been. So he was perturbed as he tucked his exhausted padawan into his own pallet, tucking him into sheets saturated with his poppy-seed scent like a helpless crecheling. The smell of heat faded by the third day, and in the small hours of the night, Obi-Wan moved him from the metal nest in the underbelly of the Temple back to his quarters.


After one of his padawan's escapades, he would haul the two of them before the Primus of their line for correction and contemplation, but circumstances had weaned their particular branch thin. More often than night they were brought brother lines of Yoda's-- and of course the greatest Jedi would have many of his former padawans sit on the Council.


They only ever were called to the Council chambers for two reasons; either they were being assigned a mission, in which his padawan vibrated with such anticipation that at times Obi-Wan had to physically hold him back by his collar, or for disciplinary action, where the boy was much more subdued and recalcitrant.


It was not the first time Anakin had gone missing for long periods of time. It was always followed up with a disciplinary meeting, and the discipline was two-fold. The first, a mark of gentle chastisement to his padawan for failing to obey his master. The second, an admonishment to Obi-Wan for failing to guide his padawan.


The boy could be short-sighted, but the childish self-absorption was partnered with an astute intuition. He resented being corrected by the Masters he perceived as kind (the very masters that were assigned to oversee and guide Obi-Wan in his first mastery because of Anakin's affinity towards them) and he hated being corrected, not for his own sake, but for Obi-Wan's own. The perfect Jedi could do no wrong.
Every time Obi-Wan caught the stray fear through their bond, uncertainty flashed through him like lightning. Was he doing any good by hiding the chaos of his thoughts?


But then, he would remember the tenacity he'd had as a freshly presented alpha, how he had stubbornly bucked the direction of every Knight who had not impressed him. Qui-Gon had seemed like a god to Obi-Wan at the time, and where the sheer force of his will had alienated every other Knight, his old Master had instead been impressed. Wary, doubtful, and not eager, but impressed nonetheless.


It was this conflict Obi-Wan contemplated as he made his way to the Council chambers to report to his Primus that his wayward padawan had finally been found. He washed the smell of heat off his skin thoroughly, yet, the absence of scent itself was as suspicious. Jedi were alphas born to dominate even other alphas. They left their mark on each other, and his extraordinary padawan was no different, for all his sex left him a freak of nature.


After Qui-Gon had died, the role of Primus had flowed up their lineage to Yoda, who remained the only survivor, with Dooku leaving the order. Master Yoda was so different than Qui-Gon had been; still eccentric, but without the easy air of intimidation his master and even Obi-Wan effortlessly wielded.


Even so, he was more powerful than any of his students, and wiser too. It should have been easy to find solace with the Grand Master of the Order, the man who had raised him and all his peers to Knighthood. But Anakin must have infected him with his hesitance, because even as Obi-Wan sought Yoda's counsel, in his mind hummed a persistent tune: They wouldn't understand.


How could they? Obi-Wan hadn't understood at first, the blinding future that Qui-Gon saw when he looked at the boy. Sometimes, when Anakin vanished for the ten thousandth time or ground on his last nerve or picked another fight, Obi-Wan still didn't understand.


He wished Anakin's nascent scent still tickled his nose. The sweet scent of an omega-child, desparate for love and a leader to follow. Nothing felt purer than that moment when his Padawan gave himself over fully and completely into his care. It was never clearer that for more than a year, Anakin had never trusted him at all.


Omegas were creatures whose existence were ruled by fear. Fear led to anger, anger led to hate, and hate led to the Dark Side. In the past, Jedi once considered all omegas to be creatures of the Dark Side, especially prior to Ruusan Reformation when Sith Lords would create serf armies enslaved with a bite. Malleable creatures that were quick to breed with no will of their own, they were the perfect foot soldiers, driven wholly by selfish self-preservation. Under the thrall of the worst Sith Lords, they lured Jedi astray and turned a minor schism into a great gaping divide, fracturing the Jedi Order. Wisdom and time showed that they were not creatures to be eradicated, but pitied and kept apart from society, lacking internal self-control like children. But in the Force, there was a place even for intemperate destruction; all things came to an end and began again. So omegas were kept in their place by their steward alphas, and carefully managed as all sources of renewal must be or else risk total destruction by overgrowth or ingrowth.


These were the facts that Obi-Wan was raised with, the facts that his many years of encounters with the pathetic refuse of the galaxy had proven true. In three nights, Anakin Skywalker had disabused him of the very notion.


The day he met his padawan he could hardly see the pitiable crecheling Anakin had been beneath the overwhelming sensation of danger. In the Force, the known future slipped through his fingers like fine grains of sand, and at the lead of his Primus, he released this fear. He didn't fear the child. He feared the unknown the child represented.


There is no passion, there is serenity.


Obi-Wan didn't know what to make of this Chosen One, this child inevitably marked by the Dark Side who defied every tenet of it. Strong-willed and blessed with clarity of right and wrong, equal parts naive and distrusting. Things were both simple and awful in the eyes of his Padawan, and it fascinated and repulsed Obi-Wan, who had always been able to see the shades of grey beneath his own feelings.


So much fear, but so much more compassion.


Anakin needed time to become the Jedi Obi-Wan could see in him. As he was now, there was nothing beyond his Force potential that would give him grace, and he'd had a year to prove that already. Already, two exceptions had been made for him; his acceptance at nearly double the age limit, which he seemed to understand the [significance] of, and Obi-Wan's choosing of him as a padawan unpresented. Obi-Wan was not foolish enough to count on a third.


If he'd had more time, he would have retreated to the Room of One Thousand Fountains to clear his mind, meditate on the answer; the Force joyously revealed things when it concerned its Chosen One.


Since taking Anakin as his apprentice, the path forward had never seemed clearer.


Master Yoda's quarters were dim and cool, and he was always found in them when he alone was needed. The door slid open silently without need for Obi-Wan to announce himself or knock. Yoda sat, deep in meditation, one hand outstretched where he had used it to let him in.


It was not Obi-Wan's way to seek council with deception on his mind, but he knew they were not ready to know. Anakin was too young, too impressionable, and too fragile to face the burdens that came with being a padawan. Too young and too old all at the same time. Another dichotomy that made his dear padawan vexing.


"Hm, enter, Knight Kenobi. Welcome are you to my home," Yoda was in a bright mood. Never too overtly joyous, as stoic as a stone plinth, Obi-Wan could sense something pleased the strange little alien, though he had no idea what.


"Master Yoda," he bowed and joined him in the meditation ring. "I've found my wayward padawan once again. Or rather, he found me. This time, he went deeper into the vents than I knew to look and turned up in my quarters."


"Yet troubled, are you?"


Obi-Wan sighed and rubbed his chin, a nervous tick he’d picked up since he began growing his beard out. “Anakin has presented, Master.”


“Cause for concern this is?” Yoda was unflappable, “Expected, mm, no overdue young Skywalker’s presentation was.”


“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan replied noncommittally. “He is more unsettled than he should be. I feel in the Force that his Initiate trials are not to be faced here, in this Temple. No, I feel we are called somewhere else.”


“But where?” Yoda closed his eyes, his tridactyl clawed hands folded on his knees. “Hm, many Initiates, we the Jedi are given. Few Knights do we make. When conflicted, an Initiate is, home they may go. Into service, they may go.”


Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Felt the anxiety of hiding Anakin, the fear that the boy wouldn’t be able to achieve, and acknowledged them for what they were, and released them, giving the cold strains of emotion into the churning stream of life that was the Force. Felt too, the pride, the all-consuming sensation of power Anakin’s whole-hearted trust had engendered in him. The instant when the boy had looked at him, pale eyes wide and full to the brim with a simple emotion that Obi-Wan would not call love, when he had stopped fighting, limbs limp, and smiled, knowing that Obi-Wan would make things right— and Obi-Wan had been compelled to. Was still compelled to.


In that moment, he had forgotten every word of the Code, every oath he had ever taken as a Knight, Initiate, Jedi, and was consumed by his urge to be nothing more than Anakin Skywalker’s alpha. He had never been tempted to give up all the wonders and mysteries of the Force for absolute power over one boy, but in that moment, he understood why weaker alphas who could not wield the Force dominated omegas.

Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi felt what it was to be the alpha to an omega, and could almost picture a pack beneath him, and gave it up to the Force in an instant, for following the Will of the Force and becoming nothing more than its vessel was greater than even being Anakin Skywalker’s alpha.


It was not a dreaded attachment to protect the boy in his moment of weakness. Now, as his master he would teach the boy to never be that weak again. His padawan would find his peace and serenity and master himself, relying only on the Force for guidance.


Where would Anakin Skywalker find his strength? He meditated on the question with Yoda. By the side of his Primus, the Force, which seemed so clouded, cleared.


“Not Tatooine,” he thought. The planet was shrouded in misery. It was a pit, promising to drag down his padawan as he was and drown him so deep the boy would never again see the light.


Planets flashed through his mind, the significance of them unknown— Jabiim, Naboo, Mortis, Corellia, Felucia, Zygerria, Zonama Sekot— but none of them were right. Ilum; but Ilum was a nexus of the Force illuminating every Jedi’s path.


Perhaps he was asking the wrong question.


How do I help Anakin Skywalker become a Jedi?


The question was practically a new Jedi Code to ruminate on, he had asked it so often.


Trust the Force.


With a huff, he released the sliver of frustration that welled, the sharp burst of fuzz clouding the message. Like a space tuner, he could feel Yoda’s presence hone, clarify and sharpen the knowledge that poured into him.


Trust him. Trust the Force.


Go to Petronia.