Star Wars x Reader One Shots

The Sniffles // Obi Wan

Requested by QueenVivi1977

"Hey! Are you still taking requests for your Star Wars one-shot book? If you're not, that's totally fine, but I was wondering if you could write a story about Obi-Wan Kenobi taking care of a sick reader."

I am still taking requests for this book. This is the only one I have been sent in the past few months and it was sent on 18 March. I have a few from Quote Prompts to write, but I still accept and encourage y'all to send in requests. Anyway, onto it!

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You were awoken by the inability to breathe, and you tiredly turned to look at the clock.

0146...

As much as sleep beckoned your name, you got up to go blow your nose and have some water. After that you returned to bed. Hopefully it was just allergies and would pass...

Oh how wrong you were.

0215

Awoken again by harsh coughing and an awful pain in your throat... no problem, cough drops and turning on the diffuser should fix you up...

Wrong again

By 0257 you were done with trying to sleep and breeze past your ailment, but you would refuse to take the day off, as sleepless nights were common and you were still convincing yourself it was bad allergies.

You spent the next three hours cleaning up the few things that were a mess, drafting up a holo-message to the mess hall about a droid delivering soup for you within the next day, and attempting to meditate. Key word being: attempting.

The struggle for breathing, the constant coughing, and the fogginess of your mind caused by sinuses made meditation a feat proving to be as difficult as Skywalker trying to construct a plan that didn't involve improvisation or falling...or both.

At 0630 you headed out of your quarters with every intention of hiding your ailment from the council during the various meeting lined up for the day.

By 0800 you were sure Obi Wan and Plo Koon were onto your ailment. Those two were always very perceptive. You knew Yoda knew after he requested to see you in his quarters...

Sitting with the Grand Master, you gave up hiding it and were having another coughing fit. "Try to hide this, why would you?"

"I'm a Jedi. These things aren't supposed to happen, let alone actually affect work."

"To take care of yourself, it is important. Ignore this, you should not."

"But master—"

"Order you, I will not."

"Thank you—"

"But assign Master Kenobi to care you back to health, I will."

"Master—." You sighed. It was no use.

You barely made it four steps out of Yoda's quarters when Obi Wan was at your side. He said nothing as he picked you up and walked you hurriedly to his quarters.

As he placed you on his mat you coughed before regaining your breath. "Obi Wan you don't have to—"

"Shut up and let someone take care of you for once." He left and came back with some tea. "Here."

Sniffing and grimacing at the snotty sound, "thank you." You took the cup and sipped on the tea as Obi Wan got up again.

This time he returned with pillows, blankets, and turned on the Holonet. As he sat down, you tried to scoot away before he pulled you closer. Against your brain's wishes, you relaxed. "You'll get sick..."

"So? It would be worth it."

You went to respond before sneezing again and again. Then your brain fogged as to what you were talking about. So you just snuggled into him while watching Holonet.

—SpongeBob narrator voice: two days later—

"I told you~" you sat next to Obi Wan with a bowl of soup.

"Still worth it..."

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Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it took me so long