Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Hand In Hand

Warnings: angst, mutual pining, an injury, self doubt, reader is big sad, but lots of fluff!

Each and every muscle in your body ached from your weeklong mission. A whole week of fighting, and it had barely done anything to further Security a republic victory.

The mission had been a success, according to the Jedi council, but in your heart, all you felt was failure. You stumbled through the Jedi gardens in an exhausted trance as the warm summer night swept over the city, covering it with a soothing blanket of darkness. Finding your usual spot, a small bench under a willow tree, the branches draping over you, encircling you in their soothing grip. you sat your sore body down, ready to get to work.

With you was a small first aid kit to patch up your scrapes and bruises . You preferred the quietness of the garden and your thoughts much more than the medical bay.

You had returned from the mission relatively unharmed with the exception of your hands. From over-gripping your saber, to repeatedly using them to catch yourself on the harsh rocky ground, your hands were a bruised, scabby mess.

Sighing, you opened the kit and began to grab creams and bandages. Even grabbing the small items was quite a task. A dull ache erupted through your fingers anytime you moved them. With grim determination you spread some ointment over your left hand, wincing at the sting it produced. You were so absorbed in your task that you didn't register the sound of footsteps coming towards you. Groaning in frustration, you attempted to wrap a bandage around your hand to no avail.

"Would you like some assistance?" You turned to face the source of the posh coruscanti accent.

"Thank you Master Kenobi, but I think I've got it." At that moment your nail scraped against one of your scabs, causing you to pull your hand away with a sharp hiss.

"There is no shame in asking for an extra hand." You rolled your eyes at him playfully and extended your hand to him. He approached the bench and sat down next to you, carefully taking your small hand in both of his, the warm, calloused skin gliding over yours. With the utmost care, he wrapped up the bandage around your hand.

"So why is the great general Kenobi out in the gardens so late?" He smiled slyly at the title.

"During the meeting with the council, I could sense your...unease about the mission, your doubt even thought it was successful." You were quite taken aback at this. You had no idea that Obi Wan had sensed your nerves, much less cared about them. You felt your skin heat with embarrassment, but luckily with the shroud of darkness he couldn't see.

"I'm just being stupid." You said, pushing his remark away.

"Y/n," his eyes found yours in the darkness, hands still cradling your bandaged one, "You can talk to me." You looked away shyly, taking your hand with you and giving him the other one.

"I...I could have done better. With the mission I mean." He listened intently as he worked. "I think that a lot. That I can 'do better' but maybe I can't." You were pouring out your heart to him and allowing yourself to be vulnerable. To let out your feelings of doubt to someone else. It struck you that you couldn't remember the last time you did that. "What if it's me, what if...I'm not enough?"

"Darling, how could you think such a thing?" Your heart swelled at the nickname he gave you. "You are one of the most talented Jedi I've ever had the honor to meet. I am constantly astounded by your skills and astounded that you chose to even bless me with your presence." You looked down at the ground and smiled bashfully. He took both your hands in his, gently massaging the tender skin. Why was he doing that? That didn't have to do with bandaging your hands. "I promise you, that you are enough, and the mission wouldn't have gone nearly as well if it weren't for you."

"Thank you." You said, your small voice fading away into the night. His eyes shone through the darkness, filled to the brim with compassion. The kindness of his gaze taking your breath away.

You wanted to stay in this moment forever. Your hands in his as the warm night air swirled around you two. You noticed his eyes fall to your lips, eyeing them for a second as if considering bringing them to his own before his gaze fell back to your eyes. He set your hands down on the bench and stood up, leaving you feeling slightly empty.

"I'm afraid it is quite late and my young apprentice has been left alone for far too long." You grinned at him, the pale moonlight illuminating your smile. His eyes never left your face for a second, doing their best to memorize every detail of your beauty.

"Of course. I appreciate the help." He gave you a soft nod before walking away. You smiled to yourself as you let the warm darkness of the Jedi garden envelop you.