Sometimes A Family Is A Survey Corps Captain, A Professor, An Amnesiac Warden And The Danger-prone Child,

Playlist Inspired Ficlet

Playlist - POV : Gojo Satoru , Nanami Kento And You Messed Up A Mission, Whole Chaos Fandom : Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing : Platonic Nanami x Gender!Neutral Reader x Gojo Words : 665 (short D’: This is actually inspired by an OC I’m building in my head)

Warnings : Blood and Injuries. I mean it’s a failing mission in JJK what do you expect ?

A.N. : DOUBLE POST !? Yeah I wanted to publish some fun for once. I’m actually really proud of this one lmao. I’ve mainly been inspired by the Bruno Mars part at 9:34 but it fits the rest ! Yes, I’m putting the main blame on Gojo. Listen I like him BUT GOOD GOD way too much energy in this white fluffy mountain. But he’s a good teach’. So he passes. ANYWAY ENJOY THE TINY CHOAS, WOOP.

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Hurts right in the feels😭

idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are, can i request another padawan reader with wolffe or fox? love all that you write!!

I love writing for Wolffe so much!

“Endure”

Summary: Ever wonder what happened to Wolffe and the pack after the tragedy of killing their Jedi? Me too, but what if there was a padawan along for the ride

Pairing: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (Platonic)

Warning: Major character death, mentions and descriptions of injury and blood, butt load of angst no happy ending yet

Word count: 1475 being proof read

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about these boys all day and since Wolffe didn’t show up in the bad batch I’ve been wondering- how cool would it be if their was a show like the bad batch but with Wolffe and a padawan? Welcome to the first episode

“Wouldn’t want you falling behind now Wolfy” The commander heard the taunting voice of his padawan through the comm devices. Wolffe couldn’t help but roll his eyes that the quips you were throwing at him.

“I should be the one worrying about you keeping up.” He growled back through the comms. Wolffe watched as you and a few members of the Wolffe packed speed ahead of him and the general soaring through the air.

Coming next to him now Wolffe glance to the side of his ship to catch the head shake of Master Plo

“My dear commander what will we ever do with them?” Master Plo voice rang through Wolffe ship.

“Your the one that wanted a padawan, I unfortunately got stuck with the others.” Despite his words Wolffe couldn’t control the small smirk that played on his face as he watched his pack turn all fall back into the formation they were supposed to be flying in.

“My young padawan,” master Plo caught your attention as your ship neared both of theirs. “Since you are so eager to fly why don’t you go up ahead and scout for us.”

“On it master.” The cheeriness in your voice was hard to pass up as you flashed a quick smile at Wolffe as you zipped past him.

Another eye roll and soon Wolffe good eye would go bad- maybe he did roll it a little to hard this time, a small echo of a throb hurt the side of his head.

Wolffe hands griped the wheel harder this time and if on instinct before it even registered in his mind Wolffe was opening the message of the flashing comm device.

“Commander Wolffe, Execute order 66.”

Fear struck Wolffe first as the words bounced around in his head, did he even know what that meant? As quick as a light went out Wolffe forgot his worry and as if he was controlling himself from the passenger seat he pulled his ship back.

He didn’t need to look to see if his pack had done the same, working together for so long he knew they would follow him blindly.

Nothing in Wolffe’s mind expressed any doubt for what he was about to do next, all he knew was that he was the one to pull the trigger.

A scream echoed through the comm channel, but as quickly as it started it was gone. His sharp eye tracked the burning heap of a ship until it crashed into the ground bellow.

Did he regret it? Something in his mind whispered to him that he just shot down his general, one of his closet friends, his buir. A louder more dominant voice in his mind repeated over and over- kill the treasonous Jedi.

“Find and kill the padawan.” Wolffe snapped to his brothers as they all made their way to where they saw you disappear. Wolffe would find you, he had too.

Something wasn’t right- you happily flew out into the horizon. The thought of the war finally being over plagued your mind and you couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like when everything went back to normal.

No good things can last forever. A searing pain seemed like a title wave in your head, you wobbled for a moment trying to straighten out the ship.

Noise erupted throughout the force in an instant and only got louder and louder. Every word yelled seemed to blend and swirl together- all except one voice you knew too well.

“Master?” You spoke aloud seeing if you could reach him but static filled the air. A lump formed at the pit of your stomach and your vision wavered again. The force didn’t feel as it normally should, it was darker now.

“Wolffe what’s going on?” You tried the only other person who you knew could help you.

You looked over your shoulder as you were about to turn around and head back to see exactly what was going on when your eyes landed on the packs ships that were inbound.

A sigh reached your trembling lips as they grew closer and closer to your ever slowing ship- they would know what to do, especially if your master somehow…

Something made your spine itch as you watched your pack close in nearly reaching your position, no these weren’t the boys you knew. A darker aurora bleed into the once homey feeling of the 104th, it made you sick.

Without second thought you raced over the landscape followed closely in tow by Wolffe and his boys. The first shot fired upon you confirmed your ever growing fear. They were trying to attack you.

Blaster bolts upon blaster bolts rained against your ship, in an instant with a last ditch effort serve the wings engine was hit and the ground was coming at you a lot quicker than you wished.

Would you die knowing that your own men, your brothers killed you in cold blood- something had to be wrong with them, they would choose to do this.

Or would they?

The fighter hit the ground with a bang jolting you in your seat, pieces broke apart as the ship began the skid to a stop barely even recognizable as a ship anymore.

With one more attempt to open your eyes you watched as a piece of metal and rumbled fell along the glass window of the fighter. It cracked like a bolt of lightning across the sky, but the sight didn’t register in your mind as your head throbbed with pain and the sweet relief of unconsciousness took you in its hold

“Fighter shot down sir.” The deadpan voice of Sinker spoke to Wolffe. He watched the ship hit the ground, the wad of smoke was a good sign that there would be no survivors but Wolffe wasn’t a fool.

“I want to see the bodies, or we can assume the jetti survived understand?” His tone was harsh as he circled high above where your ship dropped only minutes ago.

As half of his squad went back to the first wreckage Wolffe and the rest started there descent to the world below.

Smoke filled the air and Wolffe had to stifle a cough under his helmet, his hands wouldn’t give up as he dug through the rubble.

“Sir over here.” Someone yelled for Wolffe as he quickly made his way over.

“That doesn’t look like a body to me trooper.” Wolffe spoke with such venom in his voice the shiny took a step backwards.

“Well sir we found this buried under this pile here,” The soldier paused for a moment handing Wolffe a arm brace, and what seemed to be half of a chest plate and shoulder guard. The symbol of the Jedi order haunted his vision. “The rock and metal is too heavy for us to lift on our own, and the fire makes it difficult.”

Wolffe knew what they were saying, stop their search and wait further instructions elsewhere- the maker knew he wanted to get out of this place quickly.

With a sigh and an eye roll Wolffe brought the armor down to him side before speaking lowly. “Take the men and head back to bass, see if the others can confirm their kill and wait there.”

“Your not coming commander?” Another voice asked.

“I want to make sure our work is finished.” Wolffe turned him back quickly on his men, maybe he should continue his search where the remains of a Jedi were strewn about but something else called to him.

The noise of ships taking off yet again filled his senses and only when they were gone did Wolffe start his dig once again.

His hand nearly went through a layer of broken glass as he pulled away. More smoke seemed to pour out of this hole when he turned his light on on the side of his helmet.

Wolffe scanned the shadowed room, a siren that wasn’t silenced in the crash kept blaring as Wolffe stuck his head inside.

That’s when the commander caught sight of a figure laying unnaturally towards the bottom of the broken ship. He recognized you immediately.

What part of him wanted to cry out when he saw you? Was it the old Wolffe, commander of the Wolffepack, or was it the quieted version of Wolffe he still has yet to understand.

Wolffe Face got closer and close taking in the sight- did he really do this, he was just following orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

The slightest movement caught his well trained eyes, the up and down of your stomach was faint and Wolffe almost didn’t believe what he was seeing. You were still breathing.

You were still alive.

A hum of sorts took over in Wolffe brains as it had done before.

Within a blink Wolffe pulled out his blaster.

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You fool.

imagine sub!top!hwang in-ho squirming down below dom!bottom!male reader wherein reader is riding in-ho on the bathroom stall.

read at your own risk.

inho was breathing heavily each time you raise up then suddenly slam yourself down to him. his ears with a deeper red shade as he looked into your eyes desperate.

his hands gripped down to your waist like his life was depending on it, whimpering just below you as you whisper him praises he never knew he wanted to hear.

"such a good boy, filling me up.." "do you like what your cock feels right now, hm?"

words came out of your mouth while he cant stop whining and whimpering as your insides felt hot around his throbbing cock inside you.

his hands guided you to thrust more to him but you siddenly stopped. you didnt want to be instructed to do such things.

"im almost there.." "that doesnt mean you have to lead me in."

he whimpered as he looked into your eyes, so desperate as he leaned towards you, his hands let go of his strong grip on your waist.

"im sorry.."

you thought he will let you continue doing your thing to him. instead, he gripped down again to your waist as he pulled you up, your insides felt empty as he pulled his cock away, he the quickly alligned his tip to your entrance as his large length thrusts into your insides agressively.

you arched your back, your eyes widened with tears as you almost felt your insides tearing apart just from that sidden movement as you felt hot liquid filled your hole.

"you fool.."

he earned a smack on his chest from you as he whimpered slightly from the pain,

"im sorry.."

he said while his cock was still cant stop cumming, filling your insides until it didnt stop after filling you up, dripping down to the toilet's cover when he pulled out his cock that was still throbbing.

he silently admired your hole that was aching red dripping out the semen he released inside of you, while you looked at him noticing how he stare at you made you punch his chest again.

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LOST AND FOUND - THE SALESMAN

pairing: the salesman x top male reader

synopsis: A man starts noticing his belongings disappearing after every visit to his best friend’s house—until he stumbles upon the unsettling truth.

content warnings: 18+, bottom salesman, reader is fucking salesman's son, dubcon, blackmail, cheating, fingering, anal sex, implied stalking, dead dove do not eat.

word count: 1.6k

Dinner at your best friend’s house is always an experience.

Not because of the food—his dad’s a damn good cook, actually—but because of the company.

“Hyung, I’m telling you, this lady at work keeps calling me ‘oppa,’ and I don’t know how to tell her I hate it,” Jiho complains, waving his chopsticks for emphasis. “Like, I get it, I’m devastatingly handsome, but can we have boundaries?”

You snort, reaching for more rice. “You could just tell her to stop.”

“I did! And you know what she said? She said I ‘look like the type to enjoy it.’” Jiho groans, collapsing dramatically against the back of his chair. “I feel violated.”

Across the table, Jiho’s father hums, slow and thoughtful. “Perhaps you give off the impression of someone who enjoys attention,” he muses, sipping his soup.

Jiho gapes at him, offended. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

You chuckle, glancing at Jiho’s father. He hasn’t said much tonight, but that’s not unusual. The man is a quiet observer, the kind of person who listens more than he speaks. You’ve had dinner here plenty of times before, and the pattern is always the same—Jiho chatting away, you chiming in, and his father interjecting with the occasional dry remark.

But tonight… feels different.

Jiho’s father has been watching you. Not obviously—just little glances, the weight of his gaze lingering longer than usual. His face remains unreadable, but there’s something sharp in his eyes, something calculating.

It’s not unfriendly, exactly. Just… unsettling.

“Hyung?” Jiho nudges your arm. “You good?”

You blink, shaking off the feeling. “Yeah. Just thinking about how you probably deserve that treatment.”

Jiho makes a wounded noise. “Et tu, Brute?”

Across the table, his father chuckles. A deep, quiet sound. When you glance at him, he’s already looking away, refilling his tea like he wasn’t just assessing you like a goddamn science project.

Yeah. Something’s up with him tonight.

You just don’t know what.

And that? That should’ve been your first warning.

You should’ve gone home.

Jiho had texted that he’d be late—something about running an errand for work—but you figured it was no big deal. You’d been to his house a thousand times before, and waiting around wasn’t exactly a hardship.

But the house was too quiet without him.

It’s why you found yourself wandering, aimlessly at first, then with purpose when you noticed something odd.

A door. Slightly ajar.

You didn’t remember Jiho ever mentioning this room before. Curiosity got the better of you, and you nudged the door open fully—only to freeze in place.

Inside, the walls were lined with shelves. Not with books or storage boxes, but with you.

Your bracelets. Your books. Your toothbrush.

And—most horrifyingly—your underwear.

Stacks of them, folded neatly. Some draped over surfaces, others tucked away like a grotesque collection. And at the very center, in a glass display case like some kind of prized possession, was a used condom—your used condom.

A sickening chill crawled up your spine.

What the fuck was this?

A shadow moved behind you. Before you could react, a deep voice spoke, low and amused.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to snoop?”

You turned sharply. Jiho’s father stood in the doorway, watching you with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You opened your mouth—whether to demand an explanation or to throw up, you weren’t sure—but he stepped forward, closing the door behind him with a click.

Trapping you inside.

“You’ve been quite careless,” he murmured, trailing a finger along one of the shelves. “Leaving so many things behind. Did you ever wonder where they went?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. “What the fuck is this?”

Jiho’s father merely chuckled. “Just a collection. I like to keep things that interest me.”

Your stomach churned. This wasn’t just interest—this was obsession.

You tried to move past him, but he stepped in your way, his smirk widening. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t be so hasty.”

You clenched your jaw. “Move.”

“And if I don’t?” His voice was light, conversational, but there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it. “You could run to Jiho. Tell him. But then I’d have to tell everyone something too, wouldn’t I?”

Your breath caught.

“I wonder,” he mused, tilting his head. “How would your workplace react? Your friends? Your family?”

Your hands curled into fists. You knew what he was implying. Being outed in this country—where tradition and reputation mattered—was a death sentence for your social life, your career, everything.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “So, what will it be?”

Oh.

Oh hell no.

You let out a short, incredulous laugh, because there is no way this is happening. “Dude,” you blurt. “You do realize your son and I have been—”

“I’m very aware,” he interrupts smoothly, his gaze flickering down your form. “And I must say… I can see why he’s so taken with you.”

You should leave. You should run. But your legs don’t move. Because the way he’s looking at you—intense, predatory, like he’s testing something—sends a very different kind of shiver down your spine.

The air between you shifts.

He’s close now. Too close.

“You’re an interesting one,” he murmurs, reaching out—not grabbing, just hovering, his fingers barely ghosting over your arm. “Most people would be terrified right now.”

“Oh, I am,” you say, flashing a weak grin. “But I also have really bad coping mechanisms.”

His lips quirk up. “Is that so?”

Then, before you can think better of it—before you can stop yourself—you grab him by the tie and pull him in.

His smirk barely has time to widen before your lips crash together.

The kiss is messy. Heated. Too much, too fast, but neither of you seem to care. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, while yours tangle in the expensive fabric of his suit. He tastes like something rich and intoxicating, and damn it, you hate how much you like it.

Your hands move to his waist as his move up to your shoulders, slightly changing the dynamics of the situation. He groans against your mouth at the friction against his crotch, making you hard.

This is wrong, so wrong, but there doesn’t really seem to be another way out.

You tug at his work pants, bringing them down with a firm grasp while pushing him onto the bed in the corner of the room– more like a shrine.

His cock emerges, hard and leaking. Your thumbs trails at the head-- picking up the precum that builds up at the slit. He shudders; he hasn’t touched himself like this in so long.

Wanting to finish what he wants as soon as possible, you shimmy down your own pants, revealing your own erection. You find yourself feeling ashamed at the fact that your grew hard from kissing your fuck buddy best friend’s father.

Searching through his coat pocket, the older man finds a small packet of lube and tosses it at you. You catch it before it flies past you– glaring at him. 

“You're no fun,” he grins, as you rip the packet with your teeth and pour the cool liquid onto your fingers.

You take your lubed digits to his awaiting hole and press them at his entrance, before pushing in. You weren’t going to give this man the mercy of your patience.

His back arched as he let out a loud moan. If your fingers felt this good, how would your cock feel in him?

His thoughts were interrupted by you moving your fingers in and out of him sloppily, not caring if the sudden intrusion hurt (he was a masochist, so you supposed it didn’t matter anyway).

Feeling that he had been prepped enough, you slid your digits out of his hole, and replaced the emptiness with your cock.

The head caught on to the slick of the lube, pushing in slightly– before you slid all the way in. You groaned at how tight he was– even tighter than Jiho if that were possible. You chided yourself for thinking like that before you pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in.

The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head– your cock hitting the right spot with every thrust. You felt so, so good inside him, and his hole involuntarily clenched around you at the thought.

You held tightly onto his waist as you practically abused his hole, profanities leaving your mouth every now and then.

“Hah– never thought you would get of to being fucked by your son’s best friend, hm?” He could only mumble incoherently at the jab, his brain just too full with being fucked dumb.

He had been waiting so long for this to finally happen, for you to take him like this. He was aware of the relationship between you and his son, and he chose to exploit it instead of doing what a normal dad should do.

But it wasn’t like he was a normal person anyway.

At that thought, he felt himself clench around you more, fucking psychopath. You groaned, feeling his warmth, thrusting into him even further as though you were an animal in heat.

Soon, you felt yourself close to a climax, so you pressed your cock into him all the way, letting yourself come undone– painting his insides a pearly white, before whispering in his ear.

“You can throw away that condom now– you have the real thing in you anyway”, he came, almost violently, when he heard you say that– his semen staining his pristine suit.

You were going to pull out of him, when a sharp knock suddenly echoed through the house.

“Dad?”

You both freeze.

Oh. Oh, hell.

The door creaks open, and there stands Jiho —his son—staring at the two of you like he’s just walked into the world’s worst nightmare.

Silence.

More silence.

Then—

“What. The. Fuck.”

You sigh, forehead dropping against the older man’s shoulder. “Welp,” you mutter. “Guess I am gonna start screaming now.”

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i miss nanami kento so much i’m going to cry myself to sleep

Commander Cody's smirk: a study 😏

Guaranteed to make you fall in love. Or your money back. 😏

Imagine going on adventures with Logan and Deadpool and you’re the voice of reason behind them 😆 Deapool the idiot with hot headed Wolverine that reader has to keep in check all the time

It’s not easy being the only person with common sense in this rag tag trio of yours.

^^ this is literally you babysitting two grown ass men that need to be kept on leashes and separated from one another in case they fight, again.

You are overworked and underpaid to be dealing with this shit, but there was no one else who had the patience for Wade nor the compassion and empathy for Logan as you did.

So unfortunately you were stuck with them for every mission given but despite how vastly different and incompatible some of you were -*cough* Logan and Wade *cough*- you three worked well enough together that you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were forced to face situations where wade would be pissing Logan off to the point his claws were out, and you had to pat the rugged man on his shoulder, wait for him to look at you as you pointed towards his claws;

‘Them. Away. Now.’ -you.

Wolverine: *grunts*

You: don’t give me attitude, put. them. away. Now.

Wade: ohhh Logan’s in trouble!

You would then look at Wade before pointing at him like a disappointed parent: and you, stop pissing him off if you like to keep your dick where it is! Or so help god me I’ll cut it off myself!

Wade: 😶

Wolverine: *smirks and puts the claws away*

You were their voice of reason, their angel on their shoulder, their peace keeper and confidant and they respect you for keeping up with their shit. However it wouldn’t be much like Logan and Wade to make your life easy as you often had to stand between the two as a barrier of sorts to keep them from killing each other.

When in actuality they are flipping each other off behind your back and it wasn’t until Logan slapped wades hand away, causing him to say ‘ow’ did you look between the two of them as they acted like they weren’t acting like children a few moments ago.

You: I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse them.

*Meanwhile Wade and Logan fighting, stabbing each other in the balls in the background*

You: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Wade and Logan; *immediately stop and point at each other* he started it!

They were the reason you had grey hairs at an early age you swore this to anyone who’d listen. They were a pain in your ass, thorn in your side and a headache waiting to happen but the moment you were threatened, Wade and Logan put aside their differences and acted accordingly by standing protectively in front of you.

Logan: I would shut the fuck up if I were you bub.

Wade: oh look what you did, you made daddy angry.

Logan and you looking at Wade: 🤨😐

You: can you not make everything into a sex joke?

Wade, booping you on the nose; it comes with the territory peanut.

Logan: be serious for fucking once, they’ve just got threatened!

Wade: you don’t think I want our pookie to get hurt? (why do I think he’d say pookie unironically)

You: kill me now and end my misery. Please someone, anyone. Preferably pyro. (He’s hot, literally and figuratively)

Being stuck with Logan and wolverine is a curse and a blessing at the same time, which one you want to focus on more is up to you. However you three were incredibly loyal to each other, even if you do piss each other off from time to time, but you’d never betray one another for it wasn’t an option.

You were stuck with these two whether you liked it or not.

Major Buir (Plo Koon x reader)

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Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Unedited, Plo Koon trying to flirt but not quite understanding how to make the swoon, Wolffe being the embarrassed son, potential second hand embarrassment for the reader because I think that Plo is very sweet but is not well versed in the art of flirting. Clones being dumb and cute. Angry Wolffe, potential fluff overload-I got a little carried away. 

Notes: Yeeee it’s my first time writing for Plo-would it be wrong to tag?…I’m gonna do it. @a-dorin , I would like to thank you for inspiring me to write this. I find myself steadily becoming a Plo simp and your fics have only accelerated my downward spiral. 

Also, this was only supposed to be about 1.5k words…woops

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“From this, we can conclude that the remnants of the Ehterium cluster supernova would provide a suitable route around this Separatist controlled rat’s nest.” You sniffed carefully and lowered the pointer to tap against the ground but it landed on your foot. Swiftly, you moved it again so it actually tapped against the durasteel floor of the briefing room. A few chuckles slipped from the gathered cloned men and Jedi generals currently scanning over your notes on the holomap that had witnessed the little slip-up. “Though I can understand the hesitance-which is why I have also taken the liberty of charting a different course around the cluster entirely. It would take much longer though and would put you in more danger in the long run as you’d be exposed and out of range for too…long.” You trailed off, suddenly self-conscious of the overuse of the word ‘long’. Even though you’d worked for the GAR since the start of the clone wars (and technically before that if you counted all the academy training) you’d never gotten the hang of the ‘intimidating analytics and tactician officer’ schtick despite trying. You were often compared to a little mouse in the academy-even when you were wielding a blaster. But that hardly mattered when you were one of the top tacticians in the army and the Jedi were very kind to you. Especially General Plo Koon. He was incredibly patient with you as you adjusted to life with the 104th after being transferred from the 205th and he gave off this very warm and loving vibe. 

And thankfully your new general was among the Jedi present-calmly looking at you with hands clasped behind his back, respectfully silent as the other masters muttered over the maps you’d provided. You met his eyes uncertainly. While it wasn’t like this was your first time pitching a new tactic to a general it was the first time you’d ever pitched an idea to so many people (eight, to be exact) that were so high ranking. The room was currently occupied by yourself, Depa Billaba, Obi Wan Kenobi, Cody, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Commander Wolffe, and Plo Koon and while none of them were ever rude to you it was hard to not be intimidated. You weren’t the one that had to go through with this plan-they did. They were the ones in danger. Sure, you could lose your job but they could lose their lives. So, you looked to Plo Koon as he would be sure to tell you what he thought. 

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What could have been😭😭😭

"We all know what we have to do."

Here are the dominoes in their current AU designs! This took me way too long and the reason why is pretty much entirely because of the lineart.

Original picture I redrew this from, lineart, and flat colours below.

slipping through my fingers

Obi-Wan Kenobi x platonic!padawan!reader

summary: obi wan has to let go of his padawan as you grows up and out of his protection and teachings || warnings: i cried writing this, mentions of death || word count: 605 || masterlist

Obi-Wan can't help but to feel guilty as he watches his padawan interact with the other Jedi knights. He can't shake the feeling that he's letting her go out into the world woefully unprepared. You've changed so much from the young girl he first met.

He supposes these are the fears all parents feel as their child grows up. Because that's what you are to him. He raised you since you were a child to the adult you are now. You were his child, in everything but blood.

He’s watched other masters let go of their padawans and move on with life. But he wonders how they can move on without glancing back at the person they’re leaving behind. Do they not feel guilty about taking new padawans? Or are they desensitised to the whole system? Maybe the first is always the hardest, maybe it’s the first that sticks with you, maybe the sudden ache in his heart will ease when you smile.

“Are you alright Master?”

He’s been lost in thought for a while, longer than usual. Obi-Wan simply nods, taking in the time he has with you know and fondly remembering everything you had done together. These moments will not happen again, nothing ever will. Life is made of fleeting moments you don’t truly appreciate until they’re over. But you must hold tightly to those moments and cherish them so they don’t go forgotten.

It’s a duty as a parent, or pseudo-parent, to come to a stop and let their children continue on their own. It’s scary. It’s terrifying actually, but all birds leave the nest, all seeds float away in the wind.

“Are you sure Master?”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on our shoulder, “You’ve grown up so fast.”

“Master-“ Words fail you. “I’ll never be too grown up for your teachings.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

You pull him into a hug, burying your face in his chest. “I can’t cry. Don’t make me cry.”

He chuckles, sounding slightly watery.

Becoming a Jedi Knight was very important to you. It had been what you were working toward for most of your life. Somewhere along the way, you realised that being a knight meant leaving the safety net you had relied on most of your life. Obi-Wan Kenobi was your safety net.

At one point, you would be away from him for the longest time, be the furthest away from him you had ever been and see him for the final time.

It was nice to be grown but there was something to be said for youth. There was no shame in not wanting to grow up but we all do it, we all move on. A new chapter begins because the previous one ended.

Time would separate you and your Master but he would always be your master. Eventually, death would call for him and you would be left without a source of advice and comfort. Death was such a small word for a big thing. But death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Your story would not end at your death, the same way Obi-Wan’s story did not end at his. His story did not end because of you, his padawan, his child. Your story would not end for the same reason. Everything Obi-Wan taught you, you taught to your padawan. The chain continues on and stretches back as long as time goes on.

You could trace teachings through time, from master to padawan, as padawan becomes master and teaches a new generation.

Every Jedi carries the legacy of a hundred others on their back.

Boy, oh, boy. I’m looking at future uni destinations right now and this song hits hard. I’m sobbing into my pillow at 1am after finishing writing this

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