#wolffe x gn!reader

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time writing Reader who is strictly aroace so I hope I did it some kind of justice. I know not all aroace people express themselves in the same way, so this is just one version I had in my mind. I believe what I write is referred to as a queerplatonic relationship? No pronouns are used for Reader.  There is cuddling, bedsharing, and some sweetness, but not romance in the way a lot of people think about it. I think that touch is great and can be a wonderful way of communicating in all relationships, including platonic relationships, so there are some quick kisses, hugs, hand holding, etc.

You'd first met him when helping Rex with some clones who escaped The Empire. They were all stressed and in need of serious help. You ran into him and Gregor on the lower levels of Coruscant. You were selling some speeder parts to another vendor and they were looking for some specific ship parts. One thing led to another and Wolffe's visits to your shop became more frequent. You liked him. He was quick-witted and kind. You weren't sure exactly what you thought about him, just that he had a special place in your heart. Sex wasn't for you. Romance wasn't for you either, but you loved his company. 

Sometimes he would sit with you while you tinkered in the shop, trying to fix something for him while he waited.  You didn’t give too much away at first, but as you got to know each other, you opened up more and so did he.  Like his brothers, he had been through a lot in the war.  You thought he was brave and thoughtful and still managed to keep a sense of humor after all that.  

Wolffe was there the day you broke down and admitted you needed a fresh start and had decided to sell your shop and find some other place in the galaxy. You apologized, knowing they depended on you, but knew life on Coruscant was getting too dangerous to stay.

"Come with us," he said. "There's room for you and we could use your skills. Besides, I'd miss you if I didn’t get to see you again."

You were shocked at first, but within a week a half dozen clones scoured what supplies and parts you had left in your little workshop. You told them to take what was needed and were able to sell the shop and what was left as-is. Wolffe helped you carry your few personal belongings to the ship he now lived on with some of his brothers. You walked away, at least grateful to have someone who cared.

“Everything will work out,” he said.  You smiled up at him and nodded.  You hoped so.

Wolffe helped you get settled in your own bunk on the ship.  Room was rather scarce, but there was some space for each of you.  You traveled with them, helping other clones escape, but found yourself helping the most with everyday tasks.  Cooking, fixing clothes, knowing when to barter, trade, or flat out buy something, and how to fix items.  These were all things they had never had to worry about before. Food was in the mess, they dropped off their blacks to get fixed if they ripped, and they never worried about money or buying supplies during the war.  The GAR took care of it, even if the food wasn’t particularly delicious or plentiful.

One night, as you sat in the cockpit together, keeping an eye out for any problems on the backwater planet you’d settled on for the night, Wolffe decided to make his feelings known.  He turned to you and rubbed the back of his head before taking a deep breath.

“I care about you, you know.”

You looked at him and smiled. “I know. And I care about you.”

“I mean, I think I am in love with you,” he replied.

You felt butterflies in your stomach.  Somehow you knew he felt this way and you worried that if he knew the truth about how attraction worked for you, he wouldn’t want anything to do with you and you’d lose your dearest friend.

“Wolffe, I…” you thought about where to start, but it was clear his heart was sinking with worry that you didn’t think about him the same way.  You reached out and held his hand.  He slowly let his fingers close around yours as you continued.

“I don’t experience romantic attraction. I also don’t like sex. I have never wanted to have sex.  It’s not you.  I actually… I love you too… just maybe in a different way.”

He let a cautious smile spread across his face.  You were in it now and he hadn’t rejected you yet.  You might as well lay it all out.  As if he knew you needed another bit of strength, Wolffe squeezed your hand a little, reminding you that he was still there with you and wanted to hear what you had to say.

“I may not be attracted to people in those ways, but I definitely have feelings for you, Wolffe.  More so than Rex or Gregor or my other friends and certainly more than I did for my family.  But I understand if that’s not enough.  It’s never been enough for anyone else.”

He held your hand and reached out to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Is this okay,” he asked, pausing just before touching your face, and wanting to be near you but not wanting to overstep.  You nodded and smiled, somewhat surprised by his reaction to what you just said.

“It’s more than enough for me and it’s more than okay,” he said.  “And if you don’t believe me, let me show you.  Give me a chance to love you how you want to be loved.”

You leaned into the hand still holding your cheek.  You relaxed a little, trying to not let old worries bother you.  Right now, you felt understood and embraced for who you were.

It took a little time, but you both slowly had conversations about where the boundaries were.  You loved cuddling and Wolffe was all too happy to welcome you into his bunk. He swapped sheets and blankets with your old bunk so that you could be comfortable with what was familiar, but the temperature on the side of the ship with his bunk was more to your liking, so you moved your stuff over.  

The first night together started a little awkwardly, but you felt so safe when he put his arm around your waist and asked, “Is this okay?”  You assured him it was.  Wolffe was normally so sure of himself and confident in combat, but with you he was only confident when he was sure you were on the same page.  He wanted to get it right.

“Can I kiss your cheek,” he asked.  You nodded.  

“Do you like kisses, Wolffe?”

“Yes.”

You kissed his cheek in return and rested against him.  It felt so right.  You fell asleep together and got some of the best rest of your life.  Wolffe’s presence felt like a weighted blanket - not controlling or restricting, but calming.

A few mornings later he woke up before you and as soon as he realized his morning wood was against your leg, he pulled away.  You woke up from the sudden movement and asked what was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I…”  He looked down and wasn’t sure what to do.

“It’s okay,” you said.  You rubbed your eyes and laid back down, unsure of what else to say.

“I never want to pressure you,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I was.”

“You haven’t.”  You smiled, picked up his hand, and kissed the back of it.  You got up to use the refresher and you both went about your day.  Later in the evening, you found some time together.  Wolffe sat next to you and held your hand. It was becoming one of your favorite things.  Gregor joked that you were attached at the hands instead of at the hips before he got up and walked toward the cockpit for his watch.  You loved that.  Wolffe’s hands were somehow hard and soft at the same time, like him. It felt grounding.

Once you were alone, you brought up his earlier reaction to his body functioning normally and promised him you didn’t mind.  You knew he couldn’t control what his body did while he slept.  At the same time, it felt like you should bring up the topic of intimacy.  You asked if he was really okay with being with you and not having sex.

He scoffed and replied, “My hand and a couple toys have always been enough for me.”

You laughed a little at his honesty, but loved it.  He leaned toward you and rested his forehead against yours.  “We’re close in other ways.”  

“Yes, we are,” you replied with a warm smile.

After a few minutes, Wolffe tentatively asked something that had been on his mind.

“You said before that having a relationship like this has never been enough,” he said slowly.  “What happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

You bit your lip and moved to lean on his shoulder, still holding his hand.  He gave it a little squeeze.  

“I was with couple other people at different times.  Tried the relationship thing. Someone would get to know me, wanted to date, romance, sex, the whole usual thing people normally do.  When I told them I’m not interested in that kind of love and didn’t feel like having sex with them, they would say they understood and it was fine, but eventually it wasn’t enough.  Especially the last person.  He really pressured me.  At that point, I cared about him and yeah, loved him in my own way, and I had sex with him to make him happy.  It didn’t feel right, though, and the relationship didn’t last.”

Wolffe’s breathing got heavier and you glanced up to see anger on his face.  You pulled away, unsure, and his expression immediately softened to one of care and protection.

“I’m not mad at you,” he said, seeing your uncertainty.  “Far from it.  I’m sorry you felt like you had to do that.  It’s not right.”  He put an arm around you and pulled you close, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.  You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I want to make you happy,” you said.

“You do,” he answered with a broad smile and another kiss to your head.  “You make me so kriffing happy.  You’re enough as you are.”

You only became more inseparable as the years went on.  You came to depend on each other. If anyone asked he would say “we’re together” or “that’s my partner.”  You said the same of him.  He always made you feel special just as you were.  Each night you got into bed together and talked about your day.  You helped each other unwind simply by offering each other comfortable familiarity.  Some night you’d read a holonovel together and discovered you both liked science fiction.

You saw each other through some challenging times, too.  When you were in the Outer Rim and Wolffe’s cybernetic eye stopped working at the end of a mission, he was terrified he lost his sight for good.  You held his hand and ran him back to the ship, reminding him that his other eye was working and he would be okay.  As Gregor and Rex took off, looking for the nearest doctor who could help, you sat with him.  It was clear he was having flashbacks to the war and when he first lost his eye.

“I’m here,” you reminded him.  “I promise it will be okay.  You’re on our ship, Wolffe.  Rex and Gregor are here and we’re going to get you help.”

He looked like a terrified cadet, crying as you held him.  You walked him back to your shared bunk once you were in hyperspace, hoping the familiar sights, smells, and textures would help.

“Please don’t leave,” he asked through tears. 

“I never will.”

Everything turned out okay.  He needed an adjustment to his cybernetic, but was assured it should still last the rest of his lifetime and then some.  That night, you held him, letting him rest his face in the crook of your neck, while you rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said.  “I don’t know why I broke down when I could see out of my good eye just fine.”

“It’s okay,” you replied.  “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve gone through a lot.  I love you just as you are.”

“And I love you too,” he said, “just as you are too.”

Tagging: @kixs-husband @staycalmandhugaclone

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[clone-anon]

Could you maybe write a little something for me. I'm having a terrible day and I'm grieving a pretty major loss but my mentor today asked me when I was going to start being more positive and I pretended I was better but now I'm after that. With Wolffe?

Hello anon! I'm so sorry to hear about your loss on top of the stupid response you got. I'm sure Wolffe has something to say about that.

"They said what?!" Wolffe was indignant. He could not believe that someone would say that to you or anyone. You broke down, exhausted from the effort of pretending to be better. His expression shifted to gentleness.

"Come here, come here." He held his arms open and pulled you into a strong embrace. He rubbed your shoulders and quietly said, "You know they're wrong, right? You know there's no timeline for this. You don't have to be better or happy or over it any time soon."

You nodded, but he could tell you were still feeling the external pressure from other sources. He was going to hug you so you could let it out no matter how long it took. He walked you to a spot where you could both sit. He held you and wiped your tears and when you quieted down he held you some more. He would be there every time you needed to let it out. There was no rush.

"I'm here," he said. "I'm always here."

Maybe things would feel bad for a long time, but Wolffe would always be there to let you grieve and wipe your tears.

#wolffe anon #wolffe x reader #wolffe x gn!reader #gn!reader #wolffe fanfiction #commander wolffe #tcw fanfiction #cw: grief #reader insert

[vodika-vibes]

Congrats on 500, love that's amazing!!!

If I could have Wolffe and Wmerald during spring that would be absolutely lovely.

My Choice Remains

Summary: After the attack that costs Wolffe his eyes, he’s taken to avoiding you. Luckily, you’re just as stubborn as he is.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 717

Warnings: Wolffe is a little insecure here

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @the-bad-batch-baroness (you love wolffe after all)

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! It kind of got...lost, in the shuffle of all of the other requests! T-T

“Found you!” You lean over so that Wolffe is forced to look at your face, and you note that he seems surprised to see you. To be fair, it is early enough that the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, even the recently bloomed spring flowers are still sleeping.

The surprise fades quickly as he leans back to look at you, a stern look on his handsome face, “Found implies that I was lost.”

Your grin never wavers, “Weren’t you?” You ask as you plop yourself on the bench next to him and temptingly offer him the breakfast sandwich and caf you ordered for him specifically.

The sandwich and caf that you’ve been ordering every morning for the last month.

Wolffe glances at the food offering, and then sighs and takes the bag and the styrofoam cup, “I knew where I was.” He replies as he pulls the sandwich out of the bag.

“So you’ve been avoiding me then.” 

“...no.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Wolffe.” You reply as you take a sip of your own caf, “But that’s okay, I happen to think it’s one of your good traits.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” He counters as he glances at you.

“Really?” You lean over to try and look at his face, but he turns his head away from you, “Because, it kinda seems like you’re still trying to avoid me.” You shift on the bench so that your knees are touching his, “Is this about me agreeing to go on a date with Comet, because it wasn’t a real date-”

“No, it…wait. What? What date?”

“Oh. He didn’t tell you. Never mind.”

Wolffe finally turns to look at you, an unhappy scowl on his face. And you finally see why he’s been avoiding looking at you. The scar and cybernetic eye don’t detract from his looks, in your opinion, but you have the feeling that he won’t appreciate that comment. “What date?” He demands.

You roll your eyes, “It wasn’t a real date. Comet bumped into a cute little thing at the farmer’s market-”

“Comet goes to the Farmer’s Market?”

“Yes, he does. Stop interrupting me,” You chide lightly, “Anyway, she asked him out, and he freaked out and asked me to take him on a practice date so he doesn’t mess up too badly.”

“...how was the practice date?”

“Not terrible. Aside from the fact that he said that my haircut was ugly.”

“It’s not.”

You beam at him, “Yes, I know. Comet apologized right after he said it.” Wolffe hums and turns his head away from you again, or he tries to. You don’t let him, your fingers gentle against his jaw, “May I see, Wolffe? Please?”

The paper wrapper of the breakfast sandwich crinkles in his suddenly clenched fist, but he allows you to tilt his head so you’re looking at him properly.

The injury looks like it’s healed properly, it’s not red or inflamed. And the cybernetic eye looks like it’s working as well as his natural eye. You lightly trail your thumb over the scar, and Wolffe closes his eyes.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” He admits, gruffly.

“Well, you avoiding me made me worry more, Wolffe.” You point out gently, “I thought I had done something to make you hate me.”

He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning across your face, “You could never.”

You hum quietly, “Did you think that I wouldn’t still find you attractive because of the scar?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, “...you did always like my eyes.” Wolffe finally admits.

“Silly man,” You lean in and press a light kiss just over the scar under his eye, “I like you. Everything else is just…window dressing.”

Wolffe sighs softly, “Was worried that you’d regret choosing me.”

You shake your head, “My choice, Wolffe, remains. You. Always you.” You lightly press your free hand against his cheek, so you’re cupping his face between your hands. “But I can be patient until you believe me.”

He sighs again, “Thank you.”

You beam at him, “Of course. That’s what it means to love someone.”

And the look he shoots you is so soft, and so adoring, that you know that you won’t have to wait long for him to realize that you’re not going anywhere.

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

[neon-junkie]

Wolffe letting out a soft chuckle whenever your sarcasm and wit comes out in full swing.

Wolffe crossing his arms against his chest and laughing proudly when you tumble over after attempting to pull a silly move.

Wolffe smiling so happily that the corner of his eyes crease whenever he's speaking to you.

Wolffe being teased by his boys because it's so painfully clear that he has a soft spot for you.

Wolffe forming a warm and welcoming sensation in his chest when you compliment the paint job on his armour.

Wolffe receiving subtle signs of approval from Master Plo after seeing the way that you two simply are around each other.

Wolffe staying up late every night, unable to sleep, blissfully haunted by your character; a ghost who wants nothing but the best for him, and hopefully, his love in return.

Wolffe who feels sick with anger the second you're injured, even if it's just a scratch.

Wolffe refusing to remove his helmet, shielding his glossy vision and held back tears as he holds your unconscious body close to his chest.

Wolffe pacing back and forth along the medical wing corridor, knowing that he has to keep himself occupied, or else he'll drive himself insane over the thought of losing you.

Wolffe whose words fall silent the second that you wake up. A lump in his throat, clouds in his brain; he's no poet, far from it, and he curses himself for not being able to speak plainly.

Wolffe who fails to meet your gaze as your weak hand comes up to cup his jawline, followed by a soft, "I know."

Wolffe, who is neither bark nor bite, because he's so overwhelmed by the positive and wholesome feelings that you flood him with.

Wolffe in love.

#idk what to call this style of writing #i did it for crosshair once n i really like it #the clone wars #swwriting #star wars #wolffe #wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x you #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #tcw

[moomoog017]

fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a skim ꔛ✿

Commander Wolffe x Medic! GN Reader

Synopsis: After a risky mission, Jedi Master Plo Koon decides to hire a full time medic aboard his ship. 

Genre: tiny angst with fluff n’ spice

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Small description of burn injury, protruding veins (if you like that stuff), character in pain

A/N: 1st Wolffe writing!! This was fun to write, I did my best but what do you think? Writing under the cut!

“I’d like to introduce you to our new medic, they will be staying with us until further notice.” General Plo Koon states, sticking a hand out ushering you from the darkness. You cower behind the Jedi, smiling gently giving a small wave to the crew. “Glad to be working with you guys.” Is all you manage as all the clones eyes on you makes you shrink. Some clones smile or wave back but one gets your attention. He stands apart from everyone else, up front and arms crossed. Your eyes meet his gaze, you quickly take notice of his cybernetic right eye. Your eyes fall from his as your face begins to flush pink. Plo Koon places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you stand up straight. This is going to be awkward. This will be your first time living with a lot of people in such a closed area, but you were going to make it work.

About 2 months later…

“Ah Kriff!” Wolffe curses, rushing to you, hand resting just under his rib cage on his side. Your eyes widen as you hurry to remove things from your stretcher. He slams down sitting upright onto it. “What happened?” You shuffle to get your medical supplies, placing it down next to Wolffe. “Damn clanker! Got me just in time.” Wolffe’s gruff voice echoed through the room. “Where’s everyone else?” You fumble your gauze as you speak. “Safe, only I got hit.” He gritted through his teeth. “I need to remove your chest armor and blacks.” You stutter. Wolffe nods, helping you remove it, along with shimming out of the top half on his blacks. He takes a sharp inhales through his teeth as you peel the fabric closer to his wound. A hole present from the droid's shot. You pull them down, relieving the wound in full. Scanning Wolffe's wound, a sigh of relief washes over you. “It’s only a graze, just some burn care and disinfecting.” He scowls. “Still hurts like hell.” A small smile grazes your face, relieved he still has his usual attitude.

You turn away to grab the disinfecting liquid from a nearby cabinet. You drip some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and move your hand to his wound. You gently dab the gauze onto his burn. He grunts, squeezing the edges of the stretcher. You notice the veins on his arm protruding, and his muscles tense as he grasps at the metal. The blood rushes to your cheeks as your face gets hot. Your eyes quickly return to his wound. Removing the gauze, you get up once more to grab the burn cream. Taking a small metal scoop, you coat the burn with the cream. The commander looks down at you taking a heavy inhale. The burning and slightly cold sensation of the scoop and cream makes him cringe. “Does that feel better?” You ask hesitantly. “I guess, not the first time I’ve been shot.” His face flat as he looks to his burn.

“Any more concerns doc?” You open your mouth as if to speak but quickly you close it. “What?” Wolffe responds. The question burning through you, ever since you saw him. “Your eye, what happened to it?” He looks down. “Ventress.” He scowls at the name. A small “o” appears on your face. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You walk closer sitting beside Wolffe on the stretcher. You slowly lift your hand to his chiseled face. He cautiously watches you but doesn’t stop you. Your hands meet his skin, you take your finger tracing his scar. Wolffe watches as you gently trace over his face. A small grin emerges from his mouth. After tracing his scar, you move your hand to his cheek, feeling his cheekbones and rubbing your thumb over it. Wolffe softly takes your hand and places it on his thigh. “It’s ok, it’s been a while.”

You smile admiring him. You’ve never been this close to your commander. You can’t help but take in the image of him. You’ve never seen his bare body before, his chest toned and coated with a shine of sweat. His tan skin enhances his features so handsomely. You feel your face turn extra warm as you shift your eyes to his. Wolffe smirks as he takes notice of you admiring his form, a glare in his fake eye. “Like what you’re seein’?” He speaks, his voice smooth and flirtatiously. “Ah yeahh.” Is all you can manage, words stuck in your throat. Trying to shake the image from your thoughts. “You’re getting really red in the face (y/n).” Wolffe’s voice was low, he was just teasing you now. His smirk plastered proudly upon his face. “So what?” You defensively say, crossing your arms. “Admit it, mesh’la.” The word rolls off his tongue, lingering in the air. The word sends a shiver down your spine, you know what it means. “You’re starting something.” Your eyebrow raises. “Your eyes say it all.” Wolffe stands up from the stretcher, a small wince escaping his lips.

His figure towers over you, your heartbeat speeds up and your breaths become short and hot. Wolffe leans over you, locking you in his arms, hands pressed firmly on the stretcher just barely touching your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thighs pressed firmly against each other. “Commander…” Embarrassed, you look away. “Look at me mesh’la.” Wolffe says soft but his words are firm. Your eyes slowly meet his, your cheeks warm. The commander brings his face closer to yours lips, almost touching. “I’ve always liked you (y/n).” His eyes burn into yours, he glances to your lips. You had no words, the feeling overwhelming you. “So sweet, a little shy, a little feisty.” Wolffe’s hot breath sweeps across your already burning face. He leans in a little closer and your lips meet. Your eyes close and his rough lips meet your soft ones. Your heart is sent a flutter and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The feeling so warm and exciting, the feeling of his lips leaves yours as he pulls away after a moment. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips.

The commander's arms are still holding you still on the stretcher. The sound of the door opening has Wolffe quick on his feet releasing you as he stands up straight, clearing his throat. In return you stand up scrambling to gather your medical supplies. “How is the commander (y/n)?” Plo Koon's voice is deep and sweet. “All good sir!” Wolffe is quick to respond. His response is followed by your nod. “It's just a skim.” Plo nods, satisfied with your answer. “Commander, you're needed in the cockpit.” The Jedi speaks flatly. Wolffe nods quickly whispering in your ear. “We’ll finish this later mesh’la.” His breath skims your ear making you jump a little. You nod your head but Wolffe is already leaving. Plo Koon’s eyebrow raises slightly. You send Plo an awkward lopsided grin. Plo nods his head, removing himself from the room. A small smile forces its way upon the Jedi’s face, as he leaves.  

#moos.fics ໒꒱·̩͙ #moomoog017 #wolffe x reader #star wars x reader #wolffe x you #star wars fanfiction #clone thirsting #clone thots #commander wolffe #the clone wars #clone wars fan fiction #Wolffe x gn reader

[neyswxrld]

cold as ice

wolffe x reader (gn)

summary: Reader is left in the lurch, Wolffe is there to comfort!

warnings: a bit angsty, showering together (nothing happens, it's a warm up/comfort shower)

word count: ~1380

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the twelfth fic for my advent calendar!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

With chattering teeth, you step inside your apartment. Your hands and toes feel like ice. You are sure your nose and your cheeks are red, if not almost blue already. You are shaking, and there is a small coat of snow on top of your shoulders and your beanie.

"Baby? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be out eating with your friends?" Wolffe, who had opened the door for you, asks, confused and steps aside.

"Yeah- I- I-," you can't even form your sentence before your knees give out and you almost fall to the ground, if it wasn't for Wolffe who reacts impossible fast, catching you in time.

"Hey, hey, Cyar'ika!" he calls out, holding you up and closing the door behind you.

"What the hell happened? You're freezing!" he realizes, feeling you tremble in his arms. 

"We need to get you warm again. Come on," he mumbles and starts to pull your coat from your shoulders, guiding you to the small bath.

He carefully manhandles you, pulls off your clothes, and turns on the shower for you.

As you stand under the hot water, slowly getting warmer again and enjoying Wolffe's soft massage on your scalp, you stop trembling from the cold so much. The clicking of your teeth stops, and you start to feel how the fading cold leaves space for your disappointment and fury.

"We- We wanted to eat dinner in that stupid restaurant. But Sari said she wouldn't be able to come and get me, so I thought I could walk," you begin, already feeling how Wolffe tenses behind you at the mention of your supposed friend's name.

Since you and Wolffe knew each other, he knew of that one friend group of yours. While he isn't a big fan of them due to various different occasions, with you on the receiving end, he still tries to support you and be there for you. Whether you decide to stay with them or to end the friendship.

You talk a lot to him about those friends, and you've already started to distance yourself from them. Every time you hang out together, you feel bad afterward and question your worth. Wolffe had to knock some sense into you again too often already.

But you still weren't able to fully let go of them. You were clinging to your past and the need to get some of that again. But the truth is: they changed, you changed, and your lives just don't seem to be compatible anymore.

His eyes narrow, and due to his cybernetic eye, he looks intimidating and kind of dangerous. If you didn't know him that well, you might have been a bit scared. But it's Wolffe. He wouldn't hurt a fly when you were with him.

"Walk? But isn't that like over half an hour?" he asks, and you nod. "Yeah, normally it's not that bad, I've walked to that place a few times already, but I didn't realize it was that cold," you murmur, leaning on him a little bit. He closes his arms around you, pulling you closer to his naked chest.

"I thought it was okay because we would sit in that restaurant and we would eat a nice and warm dinner," you continue, already feeling angry tears in your eyes. You try your best to swallow them down.

"When I arrived, the restaurant was closed. The lights were out, no one was inside, and I was standing there alone. At first, I thought it was my fault... I thought I got the date wrong or that I messed up the locations, but then I looked up our messages, and I was right on time. Then I thought that maybe they wouldn't know of that either, and I waited. For almost half an hour again, because I was sure they all would step by. I was asking in the group chat where they were, and suddenly, not only Sari couldn't come, but all of them had other plans with their families, or they were sick, or something like that. So I decided to walk home again," you tell Wolffe, this time you can't fight your tears.

"Why didn't you call?" he asks, a bit confused. "What would you have done? Come by and walk with me, so we're both freezing?" you want to know. "I'd rather come home to you and get warmed up by you than be the cause of your discomfort," you say, blinking some tears away.

Wolffe sighs and nods. "Yeah... You're right."

"Do you know what the worst thing about that is?" you ask quietly after some silent moments. "I actually fooled myself into believing this really could be true. Sudden sickness, changing plans because of family problems, whatever they said. It would have been okay for me. But then Au'rii coincidentally sent me a picture from a party he was at. And then, in the background, I could see all of them. Drinking, laughing, partying."

This time, you really start crying heavily. You're almost embarrassed by how loud your sobs are, but then you remember that you're with Wolffe. Nothing has to be embarrassing with him.

Disappointed, angry, and furious all the same, you turn around to hide your face in his neck, trying not to feel hurt that much. It doesn't work.

"Instead of just saying that they don't want to hang out with me, they act like that," you cry, feeling how Wolffe hugs you, carefully stroking over your naked back.

"Oh, Cyar'ika," he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. You can't stop crying, not now. Everything is just a little much.

"I know that it hurts. It hurts in your heart. But you know what? If it hurts there, it's okay. Because that means you're a good person," he whispers, tapping the place where your heart sits under your skin.

With one second, your feelings change. Instead of crying out of anger and disappointment, your tears intensify. Suddenly, you cry because you're so touched by his words. Wolffe, the tough, strong man, a war hero, tells you that you're a good person. Because you have feelings. Because you mean well. Because you don't expect the worst of people and get disappointed over and over again. Because you still keep going on, believing in the good in people.

You keep crying into his shoulder until you feel like you can't anymore. Wolffe is always by your side, never leaving you and every time a new wave of sobs hits you, he hugs you a little tighter.

After a while, your eyes and cheeks are puffy, hurting from all the tears. Snot leaves your nose, and apologetically, you wash some off Wolffe's shoulder, glad that the shower is still on.

"Come on, let's go and cuddle up on the couch. We can watch some of those winter wonderland movies," he suggests, wrapping a towel around your bodies as soon as you step out of the shower, carefully drying your skin.

"But you don't like those movies," you mumble. He just shrugs his shoulders.

"It's okay. I can keep up with one or two if it makes you happy," he smiles, kissing your temple.

About half an hour later, you sit next to each other on the couch, cuddled up under some soft blankets. Each of you has a hot chocolate in your hand and enjoys the sweet taste of it.

"You know what?" you ask him after some time.

"What?" he wants to know.

"I enjoy everything with you so much more than I ever enjoyed anything I did with them," you murmur after some time, leaning onto him, careful not to spill your drinks.

Wolffe smiles softly, lays an arm around your back, and slowly starts to draw small circles on your hip.

"You know what?" he now asks.

"What?" you repeat.

"I enjoy everything we do, too," he smiles, pressing another kiss on your temple. "So, so much."

Together, you let the evening fade out. Cuddled up on the couch together, worshiping each other's company and appreciating the warmth.

That evening was the last time you ever heard something of your so-called friends. Wolffe helped you to finally let go of them and break the contact. Since then, you've felt much better.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023

#commander wolffe x gn!reader #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #tcw wolffe #commander wolffe #clone trooper wolffe #star wars wolffe #wolffe #star wars #the clone wars fanfiction #sw the clone wars #the clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #hurt/comfort #all i want for christmas advent calendar #star wars advent calendar #tcw advent calendar

[wizardofrozz]

Fire and Rain

Commander Wolffe x GN!reader, OC Sawbones

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: war, death, mention of violence, grief, soft Wolffe

A/N: I had a bad day and all I want is to listen to the rain while Wolffe comforts me. So that's how this fic came to be lmao. I hope you enjoy 🖤

Humanitarian missions were some of your favorites. You spent most of your time in the medbay, patching up troopers and avoiding the piercing eyes of the CMO. These missions allowed you to get off the Venator, to see something other than cold durasteel walls or Coruscant’s light-polluted skyline. Although, it wasn’t all joy and happiness. 

The small village was still smoking, crumbled buildings littering the streets. What was once a quaint town had been reduced to ash and rubble. Family homes and community trademarks were unrecognizable and the occupants could only stand by and stare longingly. 

The 104th had been tasked with delivering supplies, offering medical assistance, and searching for hazardous materials from the crash. The Separatist ship had broken apart in the atmosphere but it was close enough for it to start raining down debris on the unsuspecting villagers shortly after. You glanced around as the Wolfpack made their way into the heart of the town, your eyes lingering on the tents scattered around. A small child stood at the edge of the road, wide-eyed wonder written all over his face as troopers wandered past. His young face was streaked with soot but nothing could dampen the amazement shining in his bright eyes.

“Hey.” You jumped, turning toward the voice only to stare back at your own reflection in his visor. You couldn’t fight the urge to glance back at the child one last time before giving Wolffe your undivided attention. 

“Yes, Commander,” you replied, hoping the smile you offered didn’t look as forced as it felt. Even if you couldn’t see them, you could feel Wolffe’s eyes studying your face and you did your best not to buckle under the weight. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe replied and if you weren’t walking so close, you would’ve missed his soft sigh. Wolffe subtly turned his head, glancing around at the troopers walking in loose formation around him. The ghost of a smile crossed your face when you felt the muted brush of his fingers against your arm. 

“I’m alright,” you murmured, lightly bumping into him.

“For now,” he replied, almost quiet enough for you to miss. And he was right. Each step deeper into the smoldering remains of the village made your heart sink a little more. You took a long, deep breath, grimacing at the burnt taste that seemed to linger on your tongue. The second brush against your arm had you peering over at Wolffe, staring into his dark visor again as you blindly found his hand. He squeezed your fingers, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone and you cherished the contact. 

It was going to be a long day.

It felt like you were going to fall over with the slightest gust of wind. Most of your day consisted of patching up the wounded in between passing out supplies. Everyone from children to the elderly had passed through your tent and each new person felt like another gut punch, draining more of your resolve. 

You glanced over your shoulder, noting that Sawbones was moving a bit slower too, and you braced your hands on the table in front of you. Staying in the med tent had let you keep your blinders on, saving yourself the heartache of watching of few of your boys carrying the lifeless bodies out of the rubble but you weren’t sure if it was actually better. Instead of seeing who you couldn’t save, you had to look into the eyes of the people they left behind. A small part of you found joy in helping them but nothing could take away the veil of grief that seemed the blanket them all. 

A harsh whistle cut through the air, making you jump hard enough to knock a box of bacta patches to the floor. You twisted around to find Sawbones watching you, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

“Yes, Bones,” you huffed, resting your hip against the table and crossing your arms. 

“What’s wrong with you?” You were too drained to contain your eye rolls, although, Sawbones’ blunt nature was nothing new to you. 

“Long day, same as you,” you replied, arching a brow. 

“That’s not all,” he countered, squinting at you. “Sp-” 

The sudden roar of voices from outside cut off the rest of his sentence and you both straightened. You shared a confused look with him before you broke into a jog with Sawbones on your heels. You sputtered the second you stumbled outside, blinking rapidly as you looked upward. The sky was hazing, a thick fog hanging over the village as rain pelted the ground, extinguishing the last of the fires littering the area. It took a few seconds for you to realize that the noise you had heard was the villagers celebrating. 

People of all ages were standing outside, smiling and cheering, rain soaking them to the bone but that didn’t seem to matter. Something as simple as a storm that, to you, would’ve felt like another kick to the face brought such joy to a village that nearly burned to the ground. You looked to your left, meeting Sawbones’ eyes before he looked out over the celebrating villagers. You could’ve sworn there was a faint smile on his face.

“Go rest. There’s nothing else we can do for them,” Sawbones murmured without looking at you. 

You thought about staying there but the rain was picking up, steadily soaking your clothing. Walking through the pockets of people filling the streets brought a wistful smile to your face, a smile that only grew as you watched the wolfpack join in. You found a supply tent on the edge of the settlement and ducked inside, shaking off any excess water clinging to your clothing.

The fabric of your shirt stuck to your skin, sending a chill across your skin. You wrapped your arms around yourself, glancing around at the crates of supplies, brightening a bit when you caught a glimpse of a GAR-issued blanket. The fabric was rough, meant for warmth over comfort but it was better than nothing. You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders as you wandered to the front of the tent again, holding the edges of the blanket under your chin so you could roll one of the flaps up. 

Lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder that seemed to vibrate through your bones. There were easily a dozen things you could be doing but something about watching the unmatchable power of Mother Nature had you captivated. 

You were so absorbed in watching the rain that you didn’t hear the faint rustle from over your shoulder. A choked-off gasp fell from your lips and you tensed against the arms that wrapped around you. Your sluggish brain spiraled for a moment until you recognized the familiar vambraces and you sagged against him. 

“Hiding from all the fun, sweetheart,” Wolffe rumbled, kissing the crown of your head. 

“Says the man wearing a body glove that keeps him dry,” you teased, leaning back against Wolffe. 

“Mostly dry,” he corrected, his voice muffled as he hid his face against your neck. 

“Oh sorry, mostly dry.” The stress of your day still weighed heavily on you but the familiar press of Wolffe’s armor against your back brought you more comfort than you realized. A small smile lifted the corner of your mouth when he started to gently sway and you reached up to card through his damp hair. 

“How are you, darling?” And if that wasn’t a loaded question. You sighed, resting your temple against his head, letting yourself get lost in the rhythmic side-to-side movement for a moment. 

“I don’t know,” you finally confessed. Wolffe grunted quietly, urging you to continue. “I wish I could’ve done more.”

“You couldn’t have,” he argued gently, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I know,” you whispered, letting your hand slip out of his hair and down his face. Your fingers brushed the end of his scar and you leaned away, twisting around enough to see his face. 

“Hey, cyare,” he murmured with a half-smile. 

“Hey,” you breathed, resting your forehead against his with a sigh and letting your eyes fall shut.

“I know you wish you could save everyone,” Wolffe mumbled, pausing to kiss your nose, “but you can’t. However, you did a whole lot of good for the people that are still here.”

“You think so?” You squeezed your eyes shut as you turned to face him, loosely hugging his waist. 

“I know so,” Wolffe said with so much conviction that you had a hard time not believing him. You hugged him a little tighter when he shifted and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “That bleeding heart of yours is one of the many reasons I love you.” 

“So you do have a list.” Wolffe’s quiet snort brought a smile to your face. The light tap on the underside of your chin had your eyes fluttering open, staring up at his mismatched eyes. There was a fond little smile on his lips as his eyes flickered around your face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Before you could answer with another lighthearted remark, Wolffe leaned down, finding your lips with ease. It was a tender kiss yet it held an intensity that you’d come to expect from Wolffe. You broke the kiss when your lungs burned, desperate for oxygen, and you rested your forehead against his again. 

“I love you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I love you too.” Wolffe pecked your lips, starting to sway gently again, the pitter-patter of rain on the canvas tent acting as a melody.

The stress and heartache weren’t gone, far from it, but in that moment, wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. The promise of a future that made all the pain worth it.

Taglist: @a-single-tulip @wings-and-beskar @anxiouspineapple99 @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @sunshinesdaydream @moonlightwarriorqueen @msmeredithrose @wolffegirlsunite @dukeoftheblackstar (I thought you might like this 🫣)

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x gn!reader #commander wolffe #cc-3636 #star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #OC: CT-2697 Sawbones

[toomanybandstocare]

{Candy Cane Cupid}

Program: Holidays come around every year with mixed emotion. Excitement buzzes as clones celebrate their first Life Day with their partners after the war. Disappointment is pushed to the back of your mind as you keep yourself busy at work while your riduur is away. Mischief is in the air when Cupid finally reveals his holiday surprise for you.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Bartender, GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 2017w

Warnings: Mention of candy cane, alcohol + club scene, bittersweet emotions around the holidays, barely edited bc my brain is v smooth from work, probs slight out of character Wolffe (see counselor note below), barely edited as usual oops

Camp Resolute Masterlist

ClonexReader Masterlist

For the lovely @sinfulsalutations - Happy fic exhange and holiday season! I hope you enjoy. ^_^ I tried to make it a lil Hallmark moment. Part of the Life Day Exchange for @cloneficgiftexchange hosted by Ghost.

Prompt: 79s For @clonexreaderbingo event hosted by Ghost.

Counselor Note: I apologize if it's not that festive or good. Been in a funk as of recently, but I had fun writing this and trying to explore Wolffe as a character more. I know he's more stoic and serious in canon, but I wanted to explore how he would balance happiness, relaxation, and the familiarity of pulling rank during post war.

It seems like all of Coruscant has decided to spend the evening out amongst the city levels for holiday celebrations. Still only a year since the Clone Wars were won, everyone carries a warm happiness and joyfulness as they weave through club lines with their friends. Former troopers gather in boisterous groups outside of clubs, eagerly waiting for their first Life Day celebration. The usual clubbers are surrounded by new faces who easily share their nervousness and excitement for what the night may bring.

79s, normally vibrant with yellow and orange neon lights, now welcome tonight’s guests with more festive colored lighting and music. Even the tired club staff seem to be able to find one last bit of energy to push through the night with the holiday cheer.

The tips of your fingers sting from gripping the chilled shaker as your gaze flits across the crowd of dancers and party goers. The small semblance of hope that you kept tucked away deep in your heart slowly sizzles when you can’t find a gray battalion ribbon in the crowd of troopers. Red ribbons pack tightly into a booth as they play a game of Sabbac and try to teach their partners. Blue ribbons spread across the dance floor as they find dates for the evening. Orange ribbons stick close to the end of the bar as they share a flight of beer and stories. Not a single gray ribbon in the crowd to be found tonight. Your chest constricts, squeezing all the air out of your lungs in disappointment. The last flicker of hope fizzles and stings your heart. Hitting the shaker against the bartop harder than intended, you pour a bright blue cocktail into its glass and slide it over to a giggling patron. You watch with yearning as she’s pulled into the side of her partner, who sports a green ribbon, before they maneuver through the growing mass of people to join their friends.

“Still no sign of Wolffe?” Kiva carefully asks. Walking past you from the side entrance of the bar with a crate of seasonal beer, he squats down to the small fridge at the base of the bar shelves. He looks up at you with a concerned expression as he slides the fridge door open.

“He said he wasn’t even sure if he was going to be in the system even after Life Day,” you casually explain. Darting your tongue over your bottom lip, you shrug and turn to grab a new drink slip. Unable to meet Kiva’s all too familiar sympathetic gaze, you grab the mixers and spirits for the next order. Your heart races out of rhythm to the upbeat songs pulsing through the club. As the liquids spill into your new shaker, your stomach knots and twists leaving agony to swim through your body.

“I don’t even know why I’m bothering to look for him. The last we spoke, he and Plo Koon were just summoned to attend the peace accords on Soreno,” you breathlessly ramble. Once the final words tumbles past your lip, your throat tightens and you slam the top of the shaker shut before Kiva can reassure you.

Guilt stings the back of your neck as you shake the drink above your shoulder. The day that Wolffe shared that he was reinstated as a Marshall Commander, you immediately called for celebration. All his closest brothers and your friend group filled into a bar just down the street from your shared home. It wasn’t until the two of you fell into bed and silence separated you from Wolffe’s bliss that you realized the two of you wouldn’t have a different life after the war. Wolffe would still be systems away from you a majority of the time. The realization sank in further when he couldn’t wish you a happy birthday in person with the rest of your loved ones. A solemn understanding was made when he missed your two year anniversary to help with an aid mission. The mundane moments and memories you had hoped to create with Wolffe were nothing like the ones that your friends share of their partners' first year away from the GAR.

Not even realizing that you had slowed your actions, a gentle hand takes the shaker from yours and pours it into the glass in front of you. With a sigh, you face Kiva’s kind, understanding expression after he slides the drink over to a trooper with a yellow ribbon.

“Give him a call. Maybe you’d be surprised by the answer?” he softly encourages. Hope and mischief dance across his face while he grabs your hand to pull you away from the order line.

“Why would I do that when I already know the answer?” you tiredly push back. Fatigue and numbness wrap around your bones, and you can only stumble after Kiva out of the bar. “It’s not even my break yet for the second half. Not to sound too pessimistic, but I’d rather just work the doubles if I can’t spend the holidays with my partner”.

“Well,” Kiva exclaims, “Call me your candy cane cupid, because I have a surprise for you.” He winks and pulls you through the group of women with glittering dresses and warm sweaters.

Your heart hammers against your eardrums at Kiva’s words. “What do you mean?” you hastily ask. Kiva’s laughter mixes with the music while the two of you weave through the clusters of clones towards the CO table, a now long standing tradition at 79s even after the war. When you break through the last wall of party goers, the entire club blurs around you.

Kiva steps to your side, and the booth is empty with all but one person sitting behind the table with two glasses of Corellian whiskey. Ambient lighting dances across Wolffe’s tired expression, and you can just make out the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. One that only makes a fleeting appearance when you’re nearby or mentioned in conversation.

“Happy Life Day,” Kiva expresses with a beaming smile, “Now go celebrate and enjoy the holiday festivities”.Before you can even thank him, Kiva shoots you a wink and disappears into the crowd once more. 

You watch in disbelief as that rare smile grows across Wolffe’s face while he moves out of the booth.Without a second thought, you stumble through the last few troopers wearing gray ribbons to throw yourself into Wolffe’s arms. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be home until after the holiday,” you choke out into his chest. Warm amber and musk mix to create Wolffe’s signature cologne, and you press yourself further into his embrace. His calloused hands roam across your back leaving sparks in their wake even when separated by your clothing.

“Your friend cupid has his ways,” Wolffe chuckles. His heart hammers as he reacquaints himself with your touch. How it feels to have his riduur in his arms once more. How the sound of your voice eases every worry from his mind. How being with you feels like home. Sliding his hands to your waist, he carefully pulls you from his body to fully be able to see you. Wolffe admires the small changes in your appearance as hues of blue, gold, and purple dance across your face. For just a moment, everything feels at peace. The anxiety of moving to another system in a few cycles disappears. None of the teasing remarks from his younger brothers get under his skin. Only you matter, and all the tension from his body dissipates. “Sorry, I got distracted. How are your eyes so pretty?” he murmurs almost to himself.

“Didn’t know you could be such a sap,” you sniffle with a light laugh. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Wolffe’s smile softens with remorse. “I know I haven’t been around as much as either of us had hoped. And I know I’ve let you down when I’ve missed important milestones for us this year. I wanted to make sure we could spend our first Life Day together,” he explains.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’ve done anything wrong,” you rush to assure him. Tears sting your lasline from the overwhelming storm of emotion raging inside you. When you move to wipe the stray tears escaping, Wolffe tenderly cups your cheek with his hand. His calloused fingertip carefully traces the planes of your face and wipes away the tear from your cheek.

“I don’t,” Wolffe reassures you. “I know that this isn’t what we had imagined for either of our lives after the war, and I don’t want us to drift apart because of that. I’m here because I need you to understand that nothing is going to stop me from coming home to you. Nothing was going to stop me from spending Life Day with you this year or any year in the future, alright?”

All the loneliness and yearning from the cycles spent alone crash down onto you. Tears freely fall down your cheeks as you tuck yourself into the crook of Wolffe’s neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you admit. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I know how much Plo and the GAR means to you, but I’ve missed you so much.” Your voice breaks at the end of your confession, and you pull away from his body to wipe your tears from your face.

“I’ve missed you, cyar’ika. More than you could imagine,” Wolffe mumbles into the top of your head. His heart stings at your cries, and he wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I’m home now. It’s going to be okay, yeah? We’re going to figure this out”.

You let Wolffe guide you into the booth, and the two of you settle into the far corner. Draping your legs over his lap, you tuck yourself into his side and look at him in adoration. “We’re both a mess without each other, huh? Have absolutely no idea what to do without the other,” you tease. Wolffe chuckles and nods after taking a sip of his whisky. He ducks his head to press his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers: “Tell anyone and we may just have to leave early.” His warm breath tickles across your neck, and he squeezes your thigh as the rest of the Wolfpack join you with their partners.

For the first time during the holiday season, you’re able to sink into Wolffe’s arms and enjoy the company around you. Not a single member of the pack or their partners neglect to see how you’ve been. Plans begin to easily come into creation to squeeze in a few more holiday outings for you and Wolffe to join. A glimpse of the life that you hoped to create with Wolffe after the war finally playing out. Yet, it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t where you were currently at in life.

During a bout of laughter, you look over to Wolffe and find him already gazing at you with that all too familiar smile tugging at his lips. You cup his jaw and press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth. Pulling away, the two of you share a look of adoration before sharing a soft kiss in the privacy of your own world. The two of you fall into rhythm with each other as if no time had passed. Lost in the moment, it’s not until his brothers start to howl and their partners tell them to leave you and Wolffe alone that the two of you break from the kiss.

“Mind your damn business,” Wolffe barks back to his snickering brothers. “How many times did I turn a blind eye to when you brought back your cy’are to the barracks?” Instantly the snickers silence as the older brothers laugh at the young clones.

Rolling his eyes as the conversation redirects to tomorrow’s outing, Wolffe pulls you closer into his side. Pressing a tender kiss to your temple, he rests his forehead against yours. “Happy Life Day, riduur”.

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe x gn! reader #commander wolffe x male reader #commander wolffe x yn #commander wolffe x female reader #commander wolffe hurt comfort #commander wolffe one shot #commander wolffe imagine #commander wolffe fic #clone wars fanfic #clone wars #the clone wars fics #the clone wars fic #clone wars fic #the clone wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #the clone wars fanfic #CFB2023 #LDE23 #counselor mythos post #camp halfwit bulletin post #reader insert

[a-single-tulip]

Another ficlet for today for none other than the ever so handsome Commander Wolffe! This is my first time officially writing him for a fic, so hopefully I've done him justice!

As usual, I tagged accordingly on AO3, so make sure to read all the tags on there carefully, and if you don't vibe with any of them feel free to skip out on this fic. While this fic doesn't have any inherent smut, the discussions and themes in it are still for mature audiences only, for minors DNI!

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Word Count: 995

Tag List: @wizardofrozz, @hetalianskywalker, @techs-feral-wife, @starrylothcat [hmu and lemme know if any of y'all wanna be added to my tag list]

#star wars the clone wars fanfiction #swtcw fanfic #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #reader insert #gn reader #gn!reader #ficlet #tulips fics

[siriuslydying]

can I have a singer!reader x Alex wolff (or even just general actor!celeb) fic :)

I am not really a fan of this actor but I did my best! Hope you like it!

Alex Wolff× gn!singer!reader

Behind the spot light

The interview only started a few minutes ago, but there was already some "too personal" questions.

-So, Mr Wolff, there's a lot of rumors circuling about you and your costar's, Morgan Turner, sibling.

This comment caught him off guard.

-Oh really? I didn't know about that...

The interviewer grin at his uncomfortable answer and continue talking with a mischevious voice.

-Since a picture of you two holding hands in Central Park went viral, a lot of rumors started spreading about you being in a potencial relationship.

-I... I mean- We... well...

The grining woman didn't let him finish.

-We asked the same question to Mx Turner, the famous singer, during an interview and this is their answer.

The screen behind them start playing the interview you gave to a local TV chanel.

-So, is it true that you and the actor Alex Wolff are in a relationship?

You start blushing but answer with a confident tone after a long pause.

-I mean... We all have a life behind the spots lights....

#oneshot #alex wolff #alex wolff x reader #alex wolff x singer!reader #gn reader #celebrity x reader #fame #interview #too personal questions

[clone-anon]

I saw a while back you wrote about Tech and a plus size female reader and was wondering if you could do something similar but with Wolffe. I use self-depricating humor about my body a lot and I'm trying to stop, but it's hard. People in my life have always been hard on me about my weight and I want to beat them to the punch when it comes to punchlines about it. Thank you and there is zero rush on this

I'll give it a try. I added some elements from the story you referenced and tried to write this so it could be read for gender neutral reader, platonically or romantically.

Warnings: self-deprecating humor and negative self-talk, insecurity

You tried on a new tunic, wrapping it around your middle and seeing how it laid. You picked up your arms and moved around, checking your stance and making sure it was comfortable no matter how you moved. Wolffe walked and saw you in front of the mirror.

Smiling, he said, "Looks like you're ready to take on the whole Empire."

"I haven't ripped the seams yet, so seems I ready to go," you replied with a smile.

Wolffe's own smile dropped and you realized you'd done it again. You were trying your hardest to stop the negative talk, but old habits were hard to break. You looked at him almost repentantly and he took your hand and brought you to a bench. Sitting next to him, he put his other hand up, knowing you were about to apologize.

"I know you're trying to stop that kind of talk," he said, still unsure of how to help. "Cyare, you would never say such a thing to me. Why say it about yourself?"

"But you're not big like I am," you answered in a whisper. "You're not fat."

"Why does that matter," he asked, squeezing your hand. "You don't deserve to be talked down to because of your size. I know others have before, but they were wrong. They were so wrong." He saw you were unable to make eye contact. "Hey, look at me."

Your eyes stayed staring at the floor for a moment, but you couldn't help but be drawn in. His brown eye and ocular implant were both fixed on you, his look warm, inviting, and protective.

He very firmly added, "If anyone were to talk down to you, they wouldn't be talking anymore when I'm through with them." He reached out to hug you and you stiffly embraced him. You were still unsure about anyone really touching you and feeling your body, although the hug was welcome.

"Come here," he said, pulling you in closer. He squeezed you and rested his cheek against your head as you buried your face against his neck. He wasn't always sure exactly how to put things into words, but he tried his best.

"I love everything about you. You're a wonderful listener. You're brave and strong. You always try my cooking and your honest feedback helps me get better. You're smart and beautiful and feel so soft and warm. I love that. I love that your body is different. I love this vessel that is yours to call home."

As he spoke, you started to relax more in his arms. While he had a sarcastic streak sometimes, you knew that right now he was being sincere. You hugged him a little closer and allowed yourself the thought that you were fine the way you were and maybe you could be loved along with your body, not in spite of it.

"Thank you, Wolffe," you replied, muffled against him.

"I'm always here for you."

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[vodika-vibes]

hii i was hoping to request wolffe with topaz or ruby (your choice i’m good with either one!!) in winter at sunset for your follower event pls!!

Safe and Sound

Summary: You love watching the sunset, especially in the winter when the sky is painted in purples and blues. Wolffe isn’t quite so fond of it, but he loves you, so he’s there anyway.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Word Count: 677

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope that this is close to what you wanted. I was in the mood for some massive Wolffe fluff. The title is brought to you by the song that was playing when I started writing it, lol.

You sit on the couch in your sunroom, your gaze directed at the setting sun as you watch as the sky is painted in purples and blues. You pull your legs up to your chest, carefully making sure that the fleece blanket is covering all of you. 

Maybe you should take a picture, so you can try and replicate what you’re seeing on a canvas later-

Your head tilts to the side when the side door opens. A small smile crosses your face when Wolffe, your Wolffe, stops in the door and stomps snow off his boots.

“Welcome back,” You say in a light voice.

“Thanks,” He rips his gloves off and tosses them in a pile of winter clothes, “Kriff, it’s freezing out there.”

“Mm, the weather did say that the temperature was going to drop tonight.” You reply, “Come and sit with me?”

He glances at you, his mismatched eyes flickering over the blanket wrapped around you, and he laughs, “You know, it’s probably warmer in the main part of the house.

“I’m plenty warm here,” You counter, “And I’ll be warmer when you sit with me.”

“So bossy,” Still, Wolffe tosses the last of his winter gear to the side and walks over to you, dropping on the couch with a heavy sigh, before he tugs you onto his lap. Almost immediately, he buries his face in your neck, pressing a feather light kiss against the skin there. “Are we watching the sky again?”

“It’s pretty.” You offer.

“Mm. Seen one sunset, seen them all.” Wolffe counters, as he continues laying light kisses against your skin.

“Well, you don’t have to sit with me, Wolffe.” You point out logically as you reach up to lightly pet his hair. 

“Sure I do, wouldn’t want you to get lonely.” Wolffe’s lips curl up into a small smirk, and you yelp when his hands dip under your shirt. His hands are like ice.

“Cold!” You yelp, trying to squirm away, though his grip around you is firm, holding you in place, “Were you pushing snow around with your bare hands?” You demand, shivering as his hands drift a little higher.

“Just wanted to share the love, since you’ve done everything in your power to avoid the cold, cyare.” He pulls away from your neck and he has a mischievous little grin on his lips.

“Mean.”

“You’ll live.” Wolffe replies, as he shifts you so that you’re facing him, “There we go, now I can see that pretty face of yours.”

You pull your hands out from under the blanket and press them against his face, “Mm, well, one of us is pretty, but I think it’s you.”

“Yeah, the scar really brings out the color of my eyes.” He jokes, his eyes closing as your soft fingers lightly trail against the scar over his eye.

“There’s a reason I spend most of my time painting you, handsome.” You point out, “And it’s only a little bit because I love you.”

“Hm, and what’s the rest?”

“Because you’re gorgeous and everyone should see you like I do.” You say stubbornly.

“Everyone, huh.” Wolffe asks with a small smirk.

Your face heats, “Well. Maybe not exactly like how I see you,” You admit sheepishly.

He laughs and pulls you in for a kiss, “I love you, you know that?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” You say with a small grin.

“Only once or twice? Well, I’m clearly neglecting you. Let me fix that.” He presses his lips against your forehead, “I love you.” His lips trail down your nose, “I love you.” Across your eyelids, “I love you. I love you.” Down your cheeks, “I love you.”

You dissolve into giggles just before his lips catch your own in a heated kiss, “I love you.” He murmurs against your lips, his gaze heated.

Your lips curl up into a smile as you trail your fingers up into his curls, “Show me?”

A low chuckle falls from his lips, “Oh, cyar’ika, as though you have to ask.”

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[toska-writes]

“Sleeping/Cuddling Clone Headcannons”

Clones x GN padawan reader

(I guess it could be read in a different way butttt I wrote it with the intention of reader being younger)

Enjoy this because I couldn’t sleep last night!

Rex

• He would definitely be the one everyone goes to for a post mission cuddle

• I mean can you blame them? How could you not feel safe in his arms??

• Rex is 100% the one that would trace small patterns over your arms or back to help you both sleep

• He sleeps wherever as long as you stayed asleep and were comfortable- losing feeling in his arm? That doesn’t matter

• His arm is like a weighted blanket around anyone that he shares a bunk with, it doesn’t matter who it is he has to be holding them tightly

Cody

• I think Cody is the type to wrap his entire being and soul around whoever he’s sleeping with

• He just gets so close and it’s not even his fault because he’s asleep

• Would be the person to nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck, and vise versa

• Definitely the big spoon but occasionally will switch

• If you are in the same bunk as Cody I think you would start off barely touching but by morning it would be like you were stuck together.

Fives

• Fives is a complete starfish in his bunk and will take up as much room as he can

• However of course if you do ask to bunk with him he would definitely move over, but don’t be surprised if a leg or arm invades your space in the middle of the night

• If you struggle with falling asleep or nightmares I think he would be a verbal comforter and would whisper things in the dark

• His head would probably rest somewhere on your stomach or on your back

• He honestly loves when there is someone else in his bunk with him and can’t remember the last time there wasn’t

Echo

• Sleeps on his back like he was trained too

• You would just show up one night a snuggle right into his side melting into his stiff shape

• Over the course of a few minutes, whether he his conscious or not he will turn more and more ‘out of regulation’ until he has you in his hold

• He definitely holds you so that his chin can rest perfectly on the top of your head

• He practically radiates heat and it feels so nice on cold campaigns

• After joining the bad batch you found that’s it’s much better for the both of you if you just sleep in each others embrace

Hardcase

• Snores like an absolute freight train

• He use to be a very heavy sleeper but after the events of Umbara Hardcase feels a lot better if your in his bunk too

•He will absolutely be the big spoon and will put his head on your shoulder and by your neck

• Ok but just imagine Hardcase’s bed full of stuff animals- if that’s not the cutest thing then idk what is

• they are all named and he would definitely give you one to cuddle with along with him

• Loves when you trace over his tattoos, it puts him right to sleep

Kix

• Kix doesn’t get enough sleep as is, but using the excuse that if he lays with you you’ll go to sleep too

• You can practically feel how exhausted he his with his tense muscles when he lays down

• In this case he is definitely the little spoon. With everything this he deals with being a medic it’s the least he deserves

• You love making up funny stories to try and soothe each other as you both lay there together

• Kix definitely sleeps with some sort of white noise to try and drown his racing thoughts

Wolffe

• He would protest a little bit saying that he likes his personal space, but my boy is so touched deprived and will think that this is the highest form of trust

• It’s like sleeping with a warm weighted blanket

• Wolffe would be that person that wouldn’t really fall asleep until he knew you were alright

• He would definitely be a head scratcher because of all the times that Plo Koon has done it for him

• Wolffe wouldn’t tell anyone really if his padawan stayed in his bunk or not but everyone could definitely tell by his attitude and that there are no bags under either of your eyes

Fox

• 100% the small spoon. I will fight you on this one don’t try me, I believe this with my whole heart

• Just to be held like that He would pass away

• Following the same theme I think he would grumble about it and not really want to give up some space in HIS bed to you

• He completely melts into your touch and will find a way to get closer and closer to you

• Fox would definitely sleep in the fetal position

• I think he would be one of those people that wouldn’t get nightmares if someone held him tight enough and I stand by that

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There will be a part 2 to this with the bad batch and others!

Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @pb-jellybeans @padawancat97 @floffytofu

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[sailorkamino]

his pet name [cody, fives, rex, wolffe]

relationships: gn reader x clones

warnings: none

your pet name

cody

• "why don't you take a break, darling?"

• a classic romantic. he's learnt the art of flirting by watching obi-wan. he's not as shy as many of his siblings when you call him a pet name, instead he becomes satisfied, a confident smirk tugging on his lips. he doesn't like a lot of pda but he'll be giving you heart eyes a lot. like whenever you're talking. he finds wit and intelligence super hot.

fives

• "i'm so proud of you, sugar!"

• fives is confident man who loves being doted on. he doesn't even know the meaning of toxic masculinity. he's the embodiment of that tweet 'my girl's mad at me. i hope i die.' you can call him the most over the top, sugary sweet pet names, and he'll just smile like a doof. if any vode tries to tease him he just responds with "you're just jealous i have a hot partner."

rex

• "your hair is so pretty, treasure."

• since rex means king you wanted to give your man a ~dignified~ pet name. the only affection he's used to comes from older siblings calling him rex'ika and giving him noogies, not this flirting. he definitely runs into a door or trips over himself at one point because of you. fives laughs so hard he winds up doing the same thing. echo records it all and sends it to fox (the king of blackmail.)

wolffe

• "no, sweets, you can't shoot your brother─"

• the vode think you're joking at first. they know wolffe is a good man, deeply loyal and loving, but he's not what one would call sweet. they're even more shocked when his usual scowl is replaced by a soft smile. if you're someone who uses pet names with friends/family, don't use this one for anybody else. wolffe will get huffy and he will not admit why.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Rules, examples, and event masterlist below:

Rules:

Only choose one prompt per request

Word counts will be all over the place depending on my inspiration

Be respectful when sending in requests

I reserve the right to deny any request

If you pick two clones, one MUST be from the 501st

If you choose Echo, it will be pre-tbb, but Skako Minor Echo is fine

If you choose Rex, it will be pre-tbb, but Order 66 events are fine

Post-stasis Kix is also fine

Examples:

Can I request a Rex and Wolffe fic with prompt #7 where Wolffe comforts Rex after he is rescued from Kadavo?

Can I request a Fem!Reader x Jesse fic with prompt #17 where the reader has been kidnapped?

Can I request a GN!Reader x Kix fic with prompt #23 where the reader falls off a cliff during battle and Kix can't find them?

Can I request a Tup and Dogma fic with prompt #2 where Tup confronts Dogma after the events of Umbara?

Event Masterlist:

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[toomanybandstocare]

26. “You're allowed to need help."

With Wolffe 🤭

{You Came, You Called}

Program: You don't know why it happens, or why it lasts for sometimes only a day or spans across months. There are days where you can't recognize the person looking back at you. On those days, there's only one person you trust to call for support. The is nothing in this galaxy that will prevent Wolffe from coming to your aid and caring for you with a tender love that's reserved only for you.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 5016w

Warnings: This is about body dysmorphia (no appearance description of the reader's body, please read counselor note). Couple of swears, Anxiety, Petnames (cy'are, cyar'ika, sarad)

Counselor Note: First of all, thank you for the request Starry! No pressure to read this is, this is something you're not comfortable with. Now, this fic depicts body dysmorphia with the physical sensations I associate with it. Dysmorphia varies from person to person in how they experience and navigate life with it. That being said, this is just how I've experienced it and some of the things I do to help make myself feel as comfortable as I can on these days. I've written it so it focuses on the physical sensations that happen in a person's body rather than appearance. This is really just a self indulgent piece, because I think Wolffe especially would take care of someone with dysmorphia with the utmost care.

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Prompt: Memory Hosted by @clonexreaderbingo

Camper Tag List: @staygoldwriting @ladyzirkonia

Today greets you with a blade to your neck. An unsettling discomfort settles in your bones before you even open your eyes. Hearing the dull thuds and clasps clicking of your lover’s armor, your chest sears with loneliness. The words harden on your tongue as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. Desperately wanting to call out for help, you can’t force your body to listen to you as you hear Wolffe quietly walk away from the bedroom. With every step he takes, the stinging pain behind your forehead grows more intense. Just as you manage a small noise of distress, the front door hisses open to conceal the sound. Silence hangs in the air. It coils and thickens as it wraps itself around you in a suffocating embrace.

Coruscant has yet to awaken and ease into its early morning bustle. All the morning birds stay safely tucked away in their nests. Only the shadows passing by the curtained window announce the lingering taxi speeders quietly dropping off last night party goers. Not even the sun has dared to rise. What should have been a moment to enjoy a sliver of peace and quiet now strikes you with sickening unease.

Harsh air locks hiss as they release tension. Mechanical whirls irritate your ears before the door finally slides closed, and it leaves a stale feeling of dread that consumes the entire apartment. You press your face into your pillow to let a whimper escape from your chapped lips. Every sense of familiarity dissipates from your mind as the planes of your body sit heavy on your bones. Overstimulation stings your nervous system with every fiber that touches your skin. The blankets you picked out with Wolffe in excitement when moving in together now scratch you. Your favorite sleep shirt twists and pulls, constricting your breathing. Wolffe’s cologne lingers over his side of the bed, and it blocks your airway with each haggard breath you take.

All the comforts of home contort into a foreign reality, so close to the one you live in, that holds you hostage when it pleases. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale it. So, it’s going to be one of those days. One where you have to navigate life in a body so different from the one you’ve grown up with. Yet, it’s the very same body that you used to feel comfortable just hours before you woke up. You close your eyes and try to find a comfortable spot to fall asleep again. However, the heavy aches and dips pressing down on your body make it difficult to slip into a peaceful slumber. Luckily, the sandman takes pity on you after some time and sends you into a deep sleep.

When your eyes slowly blink open, the dreadful pit forming in your chest grows. Glancing at the cronometer above your dresser mirror, your tired mind barely understands that it’s nearing lunch time now. “It’s okay,” you soothe yourself. Anxiety shakes your words as a light tremble courses through your body as you sit up in bed. “Just have to take the day as it is,” you remind yourself. Slipping out of bed, the cold tiles sting your feet as you pad over to the adjourning fresher. “My body changes and grows to support me and where I am in life. My body is healthy, and my mind is at peace. I am managing this the best I can, and that’s enough,” you slowly recite. The affirmations that Wolffe helped you develop flow from your mouth with growing difficulty. On the cabinet’s top shelf between the doorway and sink counter, you scan over your self care products and half used candles. As you reach up for your favorite scent, a dull ache pulls down on your arm muscles. Your heart thumps painfully against your chest. With fingers wrapped around the candle, you pull it down with a lighter.

The igniter hurts to spark when your thumb pushes down on the mechanism. Small flickers shoot into the air before they fizzle. Each failed attempt spurs your heart rate to quicken, and frustration flares through you. “For fuckssake,” you hiss. “Am I really that useless?”

Bringing both your hands abruptly to the marble counter, you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your breathing. Wolffe’s voice echoes in your mind, and you can practically hear his scoff. His all too familiar eyeroll burns at the back of your head even though you know he’s already deep in managing today’s drills. You’re not useless. Try talking about my cy’are like that again and see where it lands you. You need to be especially kind to yourself on days that your mind challenges you. Remember? We’ve talked about this. 

Pushing a deep breath out through your nose, you shake your head. “I’m trying,” you gasp. Exhaustion clouds your mind as it works overtime to discern the false reality you’re slowly being pulled into. Your hips hurt from the unbalanced weight that pulls down at you. The underside of your arms feel as if they’re nothing. A phantom pressure wraps around your chest sending your skin ablaze. “I’m trying to be kind to myself,” you hoarsely defend, “but how am I supposed to know what care I deserve when I can’t even recognize who’s looking back at me in the mirror?”

When you open your eyes, you feel as if you’re caught in free fall. Familiar eyes stare back at you in the mirror, but an unsettling vacancy glosses over them. Unable to pull your gaze away from the reflection, your mind screams at you to flee. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t fall victim to a trap hidden in plain sight. Yet, you can’t break free from the twisted lies that root you in place.

Your eyes flicker over your appearance. Each change and difference that doesn’t look familiar is cataloged in your demons’ arsenal. The longer you search in the mirror for imperfection, the less you recognize yourself. Tears blur your vision and thicken the dark storm rumbling in your head. Dragging your eyes to meet the broken gaze that looks directly through you, a punch knocks the wind out of your chest.

Com me. Wolffe’s reminder barely noticeable above the raining ridicule that weighs you down. You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to go through this alone. We have a system in place to support you, but I need you to call me. I can’t come if I don’t know you need me.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you choke on your words. A cry for help screams from the back of your mind, but insecurities stifle it. “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for so long now. What’s one more day?”

You’ve had to survive these experiences alone long enough now. It’s my responsibility to take care of you as your partner. Wolffe’s voice drops to a low rumble. I have always told you to call me. For anything. It doesn’t matter where I am or what time it is. It’s a privilege to care for you when you need the same support you offer to others . It’s an honor to love you, and one that I do not take lightly. Just give the word, and I will run home to you.  

Sobs wrack your body. Lungs constricting from the quick breaths that you force yourself to take. A lightheadedness brews with the dysmorphic storm raging in your head. The entirety of your skin feels like pin pricks are lodging themselves deep into your tissue. Dips and aches shift your weight in uncomfortable areas while nausea crashes in your stomach.

Glass clinks onto the counter as metal skids across it. Racing out of the fresher, you haphazardly stumble back into the bedroom. Your frantic mind searches for the private comlink Wolffe gave you as your six month anniversary present. 

Sheets fly into the air as you run your hands over the bed and under the pillow. The habit of sleeping with it by your side while he’s away never truly leaves you. Even if Wolffe sleeps right beside you. 

The side table drawer snaps open, and you rummage through the scattered belongings. Always fighting a lingering anxiety of losing it, you try to keep the device in the same spot.

Your footsteps slap against the floor as you dash to your dresser. Wiping away the tears streaming down your face, you scan your gaze over the travel trinkets Wolffe’s sent you throughout the year and your day to day necessities. A frustrated whimper breaks into a sob when your eyes land on the comlink carefully placed by Wolffe’s cologne bottle.

As you hold the small device in your hand, you force air into your lungs with a few deep breaths. Just ask him when he’ll be home and get through the day until then. He doesn’t need more stress on top of physical exams and drill training right now. Slowly exhaling the last breath, when you click the call button a strike of pain flashes up your thumb and settles in your wrist.

The comlink barely chirps loud enough over the shouts, grunts, and blaring music in the base hangar. Fatigue already pulling at his body, Wolffe resists the urge to sit down with his fellow COs at the admin table. When the chirp comes through again, his eyebrows furrow. You know that the drills are today. A bite of unease gnaws at the back of his neck making the hair stand on edge. There’s only one reason you’d call him right now.

Wolffe catches Cody’s eye and signals that he’s taking five minutes before he walks off to a quieter area. A nervous pang hits his chest when a third chirp comes through, and he picks up the pace to a shipment area. Behind a stack of supply crates, Wolffe finds a semblance of privacy that does little to ease the building tension in his shoulders. 

“Cy’are?,” Wolffe quietly answers as he holds up the comlink.

Your head jolts back as his voice comes through. The anxiety from waiting to see if he would respond now simmers into nerves of apprehension. What if he’s in the middle of something important?

A knot forms in his chest twists as a light static hangs in the air. “Cy’are, is everything alright? You don’t normally call me unless it’s an emergency,” Wolffe’s voice comes out gruff. More curt than he would usually speak with his partner from having to return from leave to act as a commanding officer for the day.

You wince. A moment of hesitation passes before you quietly respond, “When are you coming home?”

“I-,” Wolffe’s voice trails off as a group of troopers pass by laughing. Drill days are always a welcomed break from the usual debrief meetings and supply stocks. Clearing his throat, Wolffe sighs. “I don’t know. Depends on when we finish up today,” he explains. A curious tug pulls at the back of his mind. “Cy’are, you know better than to just com me unless it’s an emergency,” Wolffe chides. Stress from the chaos of physical exam day bleeds into his attitude towards you.

“I know” you murmur. His disappointment adds pressure to the additional weight you carry with you today. “I just miss you, is all. I’m sorry,” you softly apologize.

The unease travels from his neck to across his shoulders as it pricks at Wolffe’s skin. A new urgency from your shaking voice sends alarms wailing in his mind. “Is everything alright? Did anything happen?” he tries again more softly. His breathing slows down, as he hangs on the silence separating the two of you. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s running through that mind of your’s,” he softly coaxes you. Three little words faintly echo in the back of his mind. They gnaw at his composure, but Wolffe manages to keep himself collected. He has to make sure that everything happens at your pace.

Just as the phrase rests on the tip of your tongue, a flare of panic shoots through your chest. Tendrils of anxiety wrap around you and try to hold you back from calling out to Wolffe. Lungs squeezing and chest constricting, you feel lightheaded as you rush to say: “The mirror broke”.

A cold wave of dread washes over Wolffe. All his instincts yell at him to run home to you and make sure you’re safe. His chest rises and falls quickly. “What happened?” he presses you to elaborate. Careful that he heard your code phrase correctly before hurrying into action.

“The mirror broke, Wolffe,” you cry. Fresh tears sting your lash line as you try to catch your breath. Your nerves flames through you, and you lean on the dresser with your free hand to support yourself. “I-I just need to know when you’ll come home,” you shakily explain. “You don’t need to come home, yet. It’s okay,” you explain. As if caught in an undercurrent, your words sound watery and broken.

“Listen to me. I want you to go into the fresher and start a bath for us, okay?” Wolffe calmly urges you. Without a moment’s hesitation, Wolffe quickly leaves the shipment area and weaves through the mass of clones hanging out as they wait for their exams to begin. When he approaches, his brother’s greetings soon die on their tongues as they move out of his way. No one wants to come between Wolffe and wherever he’s set on being with the dark air of determination around him. “I’ll be home in thirty. Not that far from you, remember that”.

“I tried that,” you wheeze. “I couldn’t even light a candle, Wolffe. Everything hurts so bad,” you sob. Your palm sears in pain as your white knuckles flare against the dresser. “I didn’t want to pull you away from exam day, I know it’s important,” you explain.

“You’re allowed to need help. That’s why we set up this plan, but it only works if you let me know what’s happening. I’m so grateful and proud of that for calling,” Wolffe firmly reassures you. His heart hammers as he strides back into the main drill area. Holding himself tall, Wolffe approaches the CO table with a fierce air of determination. Nothing is going to get in the way standing by your side when you need him most, regardless of where the Republic needs him. You need him right now, and that’s all that matters. “Hold on for one minute. Can you do that for me?” he quietly asks as he nears the table.

“Course,” you sniff. Pushing off the dresser, you stumble towards your bed. Anticipation adds more weight pressing down on you. As soon as you’re a step away from the dresser, your knees buckle. Collapsing onto the bed, you whimper quietly as your hips ache from a flare of dull stings. Your achy hand carefully pulls the comforter from the corner to wrap yourself in some sort of comfort as you wait for Wolffe.

“Cody,” Wolffe barks out just steps before the table. All his batchmates' eyes lock onto him and widen in shock. Yes, they’re as close as brothers come, but there’s a certain line none of them cross when working alongside each other as soldiers. One that Wolffe steps over without a single fucking care. Not when it concerns your wellbeing and safety.

Cody sits up in his seat as his brother suddenly returns. He eyes the man carefully and notices the slight shaky edge to Wolffe’s voice. “Something the matter, vod?” Cody calmly asks. The two of them and their batchmates have been through just about every inhumane and unimaginable tragedy of war. After experiencing and reliving these horrors, Cody knows for a fact that there’s very little that rattles Wolffe.That’s what unsettles Cody the most as he meets his vod’s gaze and catches the subtle panicked shift in his eyes.

Wolffe grabs his helmet from the table and stops at Cody’s side. Looking down at his brother, Wolffe’s memory fills with the numerous times his batchmates covered for the two of you when asked. Wolffe can’t recall how many regulations and protocols he’s broken in order to be with you, but he can’t bring himself to feel any shame adding another to the growing list. “Something happened back at the apartment,” Wolffe drops his voice to a grave whisper.

Realization stings at the back of Cody’s neck. Slowly nodding, Cody’s expression hardens to match his brother’s. He scans the hanger while keeping his voice low and steady, “How many of your boys need to finish up before you’re done?”

“Just Comet, Boost, and Warthog,” Wolffe quickly answers. The sharpness to his tone softens as he watches Cody add them to his roster checklist.

Meeting his brother’s gaze, Cody motions his head to the exit. “Go. Let us know if we can help in any way,” Cody urges him.

“Thank you,” Wolffe breathes out. Cody’s serious expression holds him back from rushing out.

“I want you to know,” Cody says in absolute seriousness, “that we care about your cy’are just as much as you do. Alright? I don’t want either of you thinking that you’re burdening us when you ask for our help”.

Wolffe meets Cody’s concerned gaze and feels a small wash of relief. With a small nod, he quickly takes his leave. Grateful to have his brothers’ support regardless of the situation. As he steps out the hanger entrance and waves down a cab, Wolffe tries to collect himself. But the short commute seems to drag on longer than usual as anxiety slows down time. Raising the comlink up to his mouth, Wolffe picks up your call once more. “I’m coming home, cy’are”.

As numbness settles in your body, you feel as if you’re hanging on by a single thread. Frayed and strained, it’s the only thing tethering you to reality. The comforter stings your skin as it rubs against you everytime you shift your limbs. Desperate to ease the aching pain that sits heavy on you like a second skin. Unable to hear the cronometer chime underneath the pillow that shields you, you have no concept of time as you fall further into your mind’s spiral after Wolffe’s com connection dropped. 

“Fuckssake,” Wolffe growls under his breath. His chest heaves from practically throwing himself out of the cab and through the entrance of your apartment building. The driver could not have been any slower, and it had to be when you needed his reassurance that the blasted comlink dies. Jamming in the passcode, Wolffe steps into his home with a gnawing unease. 

Silence greets him as the door hisses closed behind him. Dropping his helmet on the entryway table,Wolffe steps into the apartment. His eyes look over the kitchen and then scan the living room. His heart thunders against its cage as he searches for you. “Cy’are?” Wolffe quietly calls out. He holds his breath, and his airway slowly begins to constrict as the seconds feel like hours. 

A faint rustling sound causes his ears to prick up. Wolffe walks over to the bedroom and peers in from the doorway. His chest sinks as he watches a mound of blankets twist and snag on the corner of the bed. With each step he takes closer to you, Wolffe quickly unfastens his armor. An urge to be as close to you as possible takes over him, and the minute his boots haphazardly leans against the foot of the bed, Wolffe joins you on the bed. He lays on his side with only the length of one hand between you two. “Cya’rika,” Wolffe murmurs. “Tell me how I can help”. His fingers twitch against the crumpled sheets. 

As much as he tries to stay calm during these moments, Wolffe always feels an underlying fear that takes him back to the first time he witnessed one of your dysmorphic days nearly a year and a half ago. A sense of utter helpness slowly crept through him as your dull eyes barely met his own. Confusion gnawed at his mind when you changed your outfit multiple times in the day and only weakly responded with, “It felt too heavy on me”. Concern overcame him when you would only eat a few bites of a particular snack when the two of you would normally cook your meals together. Not a single training simulation could have prepared him for when you locked yourself in the fresher as sobs scratched your voice raw and echoed through the apartment. His desperate pleas and knocks on the door went unanswered for what seemed like eternity. Until he decided that you suffered alone for long enough and broke down the door keeping you from him. Neither of you wanted to leave the uncomfortable spot on the tile as Wolffe held you and listened to your ongoing fight with body dysmorphia. It wasn’t until you finished that he spoke, and Wolffe only coaxed you to let him take care of you.

After that, Wolffe helped you develop a safety net and code phrase for days like these. Always making sure to stock up on self care products for the bathroom. The kitchen is filled with your latest safe foods. He always checks your comlink works before he leaves for deployment. Even with the best preparation, Wolffe knows he can’t take away all the pain. He can only hope to take some of the weight off your shoulders.

Dizzy and dazed from the searing headache that’s settled against your skull, it takes a moment for you to collect your scattered thoughts. “I can’t breathe,” you softly plead.

His hand moves before he processes your words. Pulling the comforter from your face, Wolffe takes care not to touch your skin. The detailed description you provided of how many physical sensations send pin pricks sinking into your skin is now embedded in his memory. When he meets your red rimmed eyes, Wolffe’s gaze softens. His grip tightens on the blanket as he holds it up and away from you, so it doesn't sit on top of you. “What else can I do for you?” he calmly asks. Whatever you ask, Wolffe will follow through on your request. Nothing is too much to ask of him.

“Everything feels wrong,” you wheeze. Your thighs tingle against the synthetic material of your sleep pants. When you move them, a flare of stinging pain shoots across them.

“How about we get into some sweats and comfy clothes,” Wolffe suggests. When you jerk a nod, Wolffe feels a bit better. It’s been a long time since your dysmorphia hit this hard, but the two of you will be able to handle it. “Can I move the comforter off you? I can throw it in the wash with the sheets, so we have new ones for tonight”.

“Please,” you sigh. The bed shifts when Wolffe stands, and you’re excited to be free from the safe haven that now suffocates you in stale heat. Some of the tension lifts from you as the blanket is finally off your body, and you carefully stretch your sore limbs. As you sit up on the bed, you yearn for Wolffe to hold you as he carries the comforter to the laundry basket. Even the thought causes your palms to sting. “Can we sleep on the pull out tonight?”

“‘Course,” Wolffe answers without a trace of displeasure in his voice. “We can set it up after dinner, and the bed can be something we tackle together tomorrow”’. With just a few steps, Wolffe moves from the laundry basket to your shared wardrobe. As he presses the door’s control panel, he asks, “Have an idea what would be comfiest for you? We also should start to think about what sounds good for dinner”. Wolffe keeps his voice soft and casual, not wanting to overwhelm you. His fingertips skim across the fabrics of your lounge clothes, and he carefully tugs out your requested set from the teetering pile.

When Wolffe turns around with your lounge set and his sweats, your chest feels lighter. “I don’t know what I’m hungry for,” you quietly admit as you take the clothes from him. Your fingertips softly brush against each other, and a familiar comfort eases the ache in your bones. “What sounds good to you?” you ask as you slip off the bed. Carefully laying out the clothes on the rustled sheets, a small smile tugs at your lips as Wolffe does the same next to you. Always standing by your side, taking each step with you. 

“If you’re feeling up to it, we could go to the noodle and soup stand down the block. Some fresh air would be a good idea,” Wolffe thinks out loud. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you thumb the outfit nervously. Grabbing the back of his shirt, Wolffe pulls it off with a small hum. As he reaches for his oversized, gray long sleeved shirt, Wolffe relaxes as you mirror his movements. “Or we could order take out and eat on the balcony? A Naboo flatbread also sounds good,” he continues to suggest meals that would be easy on your stomach. 

Wolffe’s tender love and attentive care nearly bring you to tears again. Out of everyone in the galaxy, you don’t understand how or why the stars aligned to bring him into your life. Maybe there isn’t a celestial fate that brought the two of you together. Maybe it was complete and utter luck you locked eyes across the import and trade market that Spring day two years ago. It was just meant to be. Whether prewritten in the cosmos or a blip that caused your timelines to entwine with each other. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you slip on your lounge pants. You fiddle with the edge of your shirt and rub the material with your thumbs.

Wolffe tilts his head as he takes you in. His cy’are that brings so much light and happiness to every situation. Always offering advice or a shoulder for someone to rest their weary head on. Some days he barely recognizes the love of his life though. These are the days that Wolffe’s most proud of his cyar’ika. A tiny flicker of hope glimmers behind tired eyes, and he can only imagine how hard you must fight for yourself on these days. “You never need to thank me for loving you how you deserve,” Wolffe firmly reminds you. His steady voice fills with devotion as he holds your gaze.

“I know it can be a lot to handle,” you say barely above a quiet murmur. “Especially if you don’t completely understand what I’m experiencing. So, thank you for being patient and kind when I can’t do the same for myself sometimes”.

Wolffe takes a step closer to you and reaches out to hold your face. But he pauses. Hands hovering just an inch away from you as his eyes search flicker between your own. As soon as you give him a tiny nod, Wolffe softly cups your jaw. His calloused thumbs gently rub your skin, and his chest swells as you lean into his touch. “Love isn’t easy, cy’are,” he says in almost a reverent tone. “But loving you is never difficult. I can’t imagine a life without you anymore, and I never want you to feel like I take you for granted. If it comes down to fighting with your demons, I will hold them off for however long you need to rest in order to push past a dark day to see another bright day”. Wolffe leans down, and he stops just as his head is about to rest on your’s. “May I?” he checks. Another small nod brings him closer to you, and Wolffe leans his forehead against your own. “Loving you is my greatest honor. I never want you to think that you're a burden to me, especially on days when you need a little more care, sarad. Lean on me when you need, because I am here for you always. I’m here for you on the days you stand tall and navigate life with excitement. I am here for you on the days where you need to stay tucked away in the comfort of our home. I am here for you, because I love you”.

Your heart hurts from Wolffe’s promise. Unable to voice your gratitude with words, you tip your head to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. When his lips quirk with a small smile, you know he understands your silent message. 

“How about we go out to the soup shop, hm? Take a quick walk afterwards, and then we can come home for a bath or holofilm,” Wolffe guides you back to the question of dinner. Pulling away from you, Wolffe lets a rare smile grow as your hands hold his wrists as you stare at him with a revived adoration. A breakthrough from today’s fatigue that he couldn’t be more proud of.

“Sounds perfect. Maybe we can stop by the tea shop as well and get something to drink and nibble on during the film,” you hum. Wolffe’s hands lower from your face, but he leaves one outreached to you. Slipping your hand into his, you feel some of the pressure dissipate from your tense muscles as he leads you to the entryway. Your body still aches as you carefully put on the jacket Wolffe holds open for you, but it’s a little more manageable with his help. It doesn’t hurt as much when you press the control panel to open the door. After stepping into the hallway, you turn around and watch Wolffe slip on your fanny pack and his coat with a fond expression. As Wolffe locks your shared apartment, you couldn’t be more grateful to have him as your partner. You couldn’t imagine your life without Wolffe by your side.

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