Star Wars x Reader Inserts

perfect form | obi-wan kenobi

· a/n: based on the prompt from day five off of the official fictober prompt list! in this fic, there's no explanation as to how you and Obi-Wan are able to be together; maybe it's a secret, maybe it's magically allowed for this one-shot. You choose. :) gif found on google (I'm smol brain, sorry), lmk if it's yours!

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· prompt: (#5) "Unacceptable, try again."

· warnings: PURE FREAKING FLUFF, SHIELD YOUR EYES

· word count: 1.3K

The steady, rhythmic hum of Obi-Wan's breathing technique was the only sound in your close proximity that could be heard clearly. Beyond the open walls of the large room were the faintest sounds of insect choirs and birdsong, pulling what little amount of concentration you had out of your grasp. With your eyes closed and your legs crossed, you sat across from the Jedi master, attempting to join him in his morning meditation.

Although you were a Jedi yourself, meditation was not your strong suit – or at least, not here in the sanctuary of the meditation room. You preferred the open space of the temple gardens, lying flat on your back and drowning yourself in the sounds of living creatures and plants buzzing all around you. You even favored to meditate at night, when everything was growing still and became basked in the moonlight alongside you, but that meant less time with Obi-Wan. So, you had been trying to adjust your schedules to coordinate with one another – while he compromised on meal times, you compromised on meditation hours.

You were beginning to regret it.

How on earth were you supposed to concentrate this early in morning? Even with the drowsiness of slumber far faded from your senses, you still felt far too distracted and famished to even begin to truly be at peace. Didn't he at least eat something before he did this every morning?

"(Y/n), I can feel your thoughts wandering," Obi-wan observed.

"No, that was my stomach growling," you opened one eye to stare at him from across the mat, "Couldn't we have at least eaten something before we started?"

"Our bodies should be prepared to go without nourishment for extended periods of time" – he spoke with his eyes still closed, his expression unmoving – "but I recall that you struggled with that lesson when we were padawans."

You scoffed, opening your eyes completely to gawk at him. Smirking, you added, "And I remember you used to stuff your pockets with hwotha berry pastries in between meals."

No reaction, of course. You released a strained sigh and attempted to mimic his posture, closing your eyes again. Every few seconds, you found yourself readjusting your body and wiggling your toes to keep them from tingling. With every slight adjustment, your thoughts raced in another direction.

"Try and immobilize your body, (Y/n). Ease yourself into the proper form. Stop squirming."

Don't tell me how to meditate, you beautifully-bearded glutton.

"We're both masters, remember? I know what I'm doing."

"Mm." His hum had a suspicious twinge to it as if he didn't quite believe that statement. You made a face at him and closed your eyes again, scrunching your face in an effort to shove all of your stray thoughts away.

Minutes passed, but it was no use. There were a dozen and one things to think about, and those did not even include the light auburn-haired distraction sitting across from you.