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Accidentally On Purpose: Obi-Wan x Reader

“It’s been hours, Obi-Wan. Don’t you think that the younglings would have made it out by now?”(Y/N)’s voice called out softly to General Kenobi, who sat back on his cloak, just a few feet away from her.

His one eyelid peered open just enough for him to glance over at her nonchalantly as she broke the long withstanding silence. It had been hours that the two Jedi sat meditating on the icy ground directly across from the gargantuan mouth of Ilum’s Crystal Cave, which earlier that day, swallowed a huddled group of younglings. Obi-Wan and (Y/N) were selected for this mission by the council, because although it did not seem it, the task was highly delicate.

Force-sensitive children were becoming increasingly difficult to come across, especially with the Sith constantly plotting to intercept retrieval of any such children. Given the current state in the Clone War, it was now more important than ever that the younglings already at the temple complete their training and become full-functioning Jedi. That led Obi-Wan and (Y/N) to where they resided in Ilum, waiting patiently outside of the cave as the children ventured into its depths in search of their kyber crystals.

“Have faith in them, (Y/N). They may be young, but they are very capable and might just surprise you. Don’t forget, you were in their shoes once,” Obi-Wan replied calmly, his eyelid falling shut as he reverted to clearing his mind in meditation. (Y/N) exhaled shakily, partially from the cold but mostly due to her reserved anxiety. Another few hours passed. The pale sunlight continued to drift away, and gradually, night crept in.

“I do hope they’re alright,” (Y/N) muttered as she rummaged through the leather satchel she’d brought, its contents consisting of the basic necessities for the two of them in case they had happened to end up in the situation they were currently in. Obi-Wan now sat in a more slouched posture, and leaning back on his palm, glanced over his shoulder at (Y/N), who he could sense was an absolute ball of nerves. “I assure you, they are fine. I remember hearing of one batch who once took three days,” he spoke, and as he watched her eyes widen he quickly interjected his own statement, “Not that our younglings will, of course. I simply mean to point out that this is nothing out of the ordinary.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, before rolling her eyes and returning her attention to the bag, which she then pulled a large sleeping bag like apparatus out of. Her hand shoved itself deeper into the satchel, feeling around for the second sleeping bag... and it then dawned upon her. She glanced over her shoulder towards Obi-Wan, clearing her throat shakily before speaking, “Kenobi, did you pack your bedroll in a separate bag?” Knowing her back was turned to him, the tiniest bit of a smirk tugged upward at the corner of his mouth. He replied cooly, “No, everything was placed into yours. What, is something missing?”

(Y/N)’s eyes shut tightly and she cursed herself internally before turning and standing with the single sleeping bag between her arms, looking down at Obi-Wan. “There’s only one bedroll.” His eyebrows lifted, imitating a surprised expression perfectly. His hand met his chin and he sighed out, stroking his beard as his eyes searched the ground before meeting hers. “I suppose I’ll have to make sufficient use of my cloak for the night. You take the bedroll.” (Y/N) stuttered as she searched for words, sputtering out, “No! I mean, no...” She sighed, slapping her hand against her forehead as it then dragged down her cold-flushed cheek. “No, Obi-Wan. I am not going to let you freeze. I can’t go back to the temple without the younglings and you. I- We will just have to make do.”

“Are you sure, (Y/N)? If you aren’t comfortable with such a thing, then I wouldn’t wish it,” Obi-Wan asked as he gazed upwards at her with large, understanding eyes speckled with a familiar hint of mischievousness. (Y/N)’s mouth tightened, her hand resting against her hip, “Really, Kenobi? After all we’ve been through, I’m probably a little too comfortable with you.” She then set away to unrolling the sleeping bag on the icy floor, smoothing out the edges and brushing the top off. “Ah yes, we can’t forget what happened on Naboo.” Obi-Wans comment made (Y/N) stop her movements abruptly to turn and glare at him, narrowing her eyes. Thank the stars the last flecks of sunlight were just then dissipating, or else the crimson tint to her cheeks would have been far more noticeable.

“Alright, let’s get settled before nightfall takes full effect and there isn’t a difference between us and the ice-covered statues in this place,” voiced (Y/N) hesitantly, plucking the cover to the sleeping sack open, kicking off her boots one by one, and sitting down on the fleecy inner side of the sleep-sack. She then looked to Obi-Wan, patting the downy cloth beside her, “I don’t bite, you know.” Her comment elicited a nervous chuckle from him as he stepped out of his unlaced boots, lowering himself onto the ground beside her. “I’d say I know, but honestly, sometimes I question it.”

(Y/N)’s face fell, and although it was now pitch black, she could sense Obi-Wan’s sly grin and she promptly smacked his arm. “Maybe I should’ve left you freeze.” She then reached downwards to seal up the sleeping bag until only their faces were exposed to the freezing air. Immediately, the two noticed how close in proximity they were, the tips of their noses mere inches from each other. Their fingertips brushed just barely against their torsos. Her curious eyes met his warm ones, sending a bittersweet chill down her spine. “Cold?” he whispered, his balmy breath fanning across her face. “No, I’ve truly never been warmer- of course I’m cold, wise one,” she whispered bitterly, a hearty chuckle Obi-Wan’s response as her breath tickled his beard. “Here, trust me.”

(Y/N) held her breath as his hand grazed across her waist and gently gripped the fabric of her tunic, his thumb pressing into her side as he pulled her flush against him in one steady movement. His other arm snaked to wrap itself around her shoulders, cradling her against his warm body. (Y/N) released her breath and exhaled contentedly as his heat radiated against her smaller frame, her hand enveloping itself in the folds of his robes for warmth. “Stars, you’re like an exhausted hyperdrive,” she muttered softly, allowing her eyelids to flutter shut. Obi-Wan laughed carefully, avoiding too much movement in fear of stirring (Y/N). “Sleep. We’ve got to be up in time for the younglings to return.” Her only response was a weak nuzzle into his chest, which made his heart tremble over its next beat. His lips pursed into a thin line and then relaxed as he sighed out slowly, leaning downward an inch to press a tender kiss to her forehead.

Before he knew it, consciousness had evaded him as well.

the next day

Thumping. Far away, but (Y/N) sensed it through the ground.

Her eyelids peeled themselves open as her hand wriggled up from the depths of the sleeping bag to rub the sleep from her eyes. He was the first thing she saw. He was so peaceful, so serene. His face rested, his chapped lips parted just barely as his deep breaths fluctuated in time with the rising and falling of his chest. Against her, she could feel his steady heartbeat. Her fingertips grazed his forehead, gently nudging aside a few stray locks of his tousled hair.

“Um... Master (Y/L/N), are you alright?”

The voice appeared out of nowhere, startling (Y/N) to no end as she jolted and frantically rushed to free herself of Obi-Wan’s clutch and the sleep sack, tripping as she scrambled to her feet. “Why- I- yes-...,” she struggled to find words, quickly running her hands through her hair and clearing her throat as she composed herself best she could. A youngling stared up at her wide-eyed, before bursting into a grin that spread cheek-to-cheek. He practically threw his spread-open palm at her, waving it high in her face to proudly display the small, glinting crystal. “I found mine!”

“I- Congratulations Rix, it’s beautiful,” spoke softly, placing her hand on the young one’s shoulder. A voice came from over (Y/N)’s shoulder, “Yes, Rix. Beautiful.”

She turned around, moving aside so the youngling could display his finding for the other Jedi, but when she did, his eyes were on her rather than the crystal. “Absolute wonder of the galaxy, isn’t it?”

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