fluffy blurbs about someone in a species without hair playing with someone's hair also I absolutely adore your blog you are gorgeous
you see i was gonna lean towards maul for this one but i think i wanna write about plo because i’m sad and usually soft fics with him help. so, i hope you enjoy <33
“i’m utterly exhausted,” a yawn takes ahold as you settle into the seat, grumbling to yourself as the cool surface digs in, nearly piercing your spine, “i don’t recall these being so uncomfortable on the way there.”
“perhaps you were a bit more spry and energized,” although his voice was through a modulator, you could pick out the notes of exhaustion, how there was a bit more breath than usual, a bit of haziness lingering in the words.
“you sound just as tired,” you mumble, “how are the boys going to sleep?”
the kel dor raises his head, glancing over in the direction of a huddle of clones, their armor half-on, half scattered around the floor, or shoved above in compartments. he exhales, allowing his head to connect with the wall of the ship.
“they find a way. you would be surprised at how quickly they doze off. here, rest your head on my lap. it might be a little more welcoming.”
“welcoming to what, exactly?” you snort, yet your eyelids flutter, promising of sleep within the next few minutes.
you were going to collapse soon, whether you liked it or not.
a massive hand wraps around the back of your skull, bringing your head to face his.
there’s a softness to his gaze as he looks at you, tender, even. although the action surprised you, earning a little jolt, his grip was not harsh or demanding. it was more careful, almost as if he was ensuring he didn’t bring you any harm.
“rest your head on my lap, little dove. you need the sleep. i am not in the mood to argue, either.”
swallowing thickly, you nod slightly, drawing your knees to your chest. carefully, you shift your weight so you’re in a fetal position, stretching out your legs along the free space of the seating.
it wasn’t much more relaxing than sitting upwards, but the moment his hands found your hair, you were done for.
fingers massage your scalp, sending a warmth blossoming in your chest. as your eyelids droop, you feel fingers dip below your locks, toying with sections and strands.
it’s gentle, brimmed with an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on.
“sleep, little dove. you won’t if that beautiful mind of yours is still loaded with inquiries. i’ll answer them in the morning, as i know what you wish to ask me.”
and with that, you found yourself drifting away, the kel dor’s chest warm, filled with bliss.
The wolf pack and nias dynamic fully changed after that night they became more tight knit often finding themselves hanging out whenever they got the chance often telling nia about their previous battles or just telling her about what dad plo had planned for the night. Nia hadn’t ventured out very far; the wolf pack kept her safe and sheltered with them, they often found themselves worrying about her when she was gone for too long so she often stayed with them and only went on missions with them.
She wasn’t really needed for any other missions so the days just passed away while nia and the wolf pack hung out all day. The only time the wolf pack and nia weren’t together was when she was training with Plo, although sometimes they liked to join to watch how Nias skills were growing. Although for this past week she hadn't heard from her little family, they were on a recon mission with some of the 501st and the 212th. Guilt had plagued her since they left even with Plo assuring her that they would be fine she still couldn't shake the feeling of worry constantly lingering in the back of her mind.
Plo pushed her even harder in her training while they were gone seeing it as an opportunity to get her full focus on just training but nia found herself mentally and physically drained and just missing her pack. Her family, hell her protectors. She flopped down on the bed in front of her, she just wanted to sleep but she knew she couldn't- her mind was always too active when she was alone her hand fell to the crimson sheets pulling it from where it once stood and wrapping it around her hand, she often tried to reach out to Plo when she couldn't sleep but she knew he was already sound asleep in the room next to her. Just as she started to fall asleep her com-link started beeping loudly as she groggily threw her hand over it seeing it was a notice from Obi-Wan, telling her to get to the hanger. She groaned, rolling out of bed and grabbing her closest jacket, Plo Koon’s old jacket he used to wear while training. It was jet black, with a few stains on it.
Nia rubbed her eyes as she quickly walked down the hall worried about what Obi-Wan could need from her- they had trained together a few times but not enough to warrant calling her down to the hanger bay she rubbed her eyes as she turned the corner leaving her standing in the entry way on the hanger bay waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright burning lights radiating from the ceiling the dark grey walls adding even more contrast the the already chaos based area her eyes scanned the room looking for Master Kenobi as her eyes suddenly snapped to the four tall men, two of them being Anakin and his former Master Kenobi. Nia internally groaned at the sight of the Knight sitting there, with his chest pushed out in pride, his ego clearly full as normal. She yawned again as she slowly started walking over to Master Kenobi to see what he needed her for. She looked around again, her eyes quickly snapping to the men approaching as she gasped softly ‘THAT'S MY PACK!’, her thoughts screamed as she started running towards the wolf pack shouting Wolffe’s name.
“WOLFFE! WOLF PACK! GUYS!”
Wolffe slowly turned around a confused expression etched across his features but as soon as he identified that the voice came from their little pup a smile found its way across his features as he opened his arms, knowing what was coming next. Nia launched herself into his arms as wolffe quickly wrapped his arms around her back swaying slightly, nia smiled contently while wrapping her arms around his neck repeating the phrase
“I missed you all so so so much.” Wolffe let out a deep chuckle.
“We know ad’ika. We know.”
She smiled as the man slowly put her back on her feet, looking up to see Master Kenobi and his former padawan, Anakin, as well as their confused expressions, as she quickly turned and gave hugs to every other member of her pack.
“She seems a bit too close to those clones, master.” Anakin murmured to Obi-wan. “Indeed she does” Obi-Wan was quick to agree. “Isn't that against-” Anakin started, before his master quickly shushed him.
“Just leave her be, Anakin.The girl seems happy” Obi-Wan said. He was so engulfed in their conversation that he hadn't noticed Hardcase approaching the young padawan girl.
“Can I get a hug too?” Hardcase nervously asked as he locked eyes with Nia.
Wolffe was quick to act, putting his hand on Nia’s shoulder defensively almost as if to tell her she didn't have to do this and that they could just go back to the barracks for the night. She nodded softly to Wolffe, looking in Hardcase’s eyes as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him into a tight hug and rubbing his back slightly as she pulled away, smiling at the clone. She backed up a smidge seeing the line of clones that had assembled behind Hardcase she let out a soft sigh as she moved to the next person asking them their names and then giving them a warm hug it was all getting repetitive until she got to a clone named Fives.
“No other Jedi does this, so why do you?” He asked as though he was skeptical of her motives.
She shook her head slightly while shrugging “I’m not a Jedi yet, and it’s because you guys matter to me.”
That seemed to be enough of an answer for Fives as he nodded and wrapped his arms around her shoulder giving her the same hug she had given to the clones so far. She smiled as she rubbed his back while pulling back slightly whispering the phrase “Thank you.” as she moved on to the clone behind him.
When she, finally, neared the end of the line she realized there were only two clones who hadn’t lined up, those two being Commander Cody and Rex. She tilted her head slightly at them, but as she turned to walk back to her Wolf Pack Cody quickly ran up to her, gently tapping her shoulder.
“Am I too late for one of your hugs?”
Nia quickly shook her head, quickly pulling him into a hug as he smiled at her, she pulled away to see Commander Rex standing next to Cody looking more embarrassed than ever. Without even having a word passed between them, she quickly pulled him into a hug.
warnings: hints at a master and padawan relationship, blood, a wound, fluff, some teasing
a/n: hello everyone! this is my first fic in a while, so please be gentle with me. lately all i’ve wanted is some fluff with a comfort character so i decided on plo koon. the reader is of age in this fic, as they are more of a senior padawan, about to enter the trials! i hope you guys enjoy!
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“is everyone all right?”
the inquiry rings through the shuttle, a chorus of weary and battered replies echoing in response.
“wolffe, i need you to distribute the rations. we have a while until we arrive to coruscant. check on your brothers, make sure they’re all right. it was a tough battle today.”
your lashes flutter as you lean your head against the cool metal, a sigh escaping from your lips. gingerly, you bring your hand to your temple, gritting your teeth as fingertips brush against an open wound.
all around you, the air is electric, crackling with tension as the troopers mill about, tending to the wounded. soft laughter arises as wolffe begins an all too familiar story, his usual collection of jokes to keep the mood light. however, the punch line is still always comedic to the boys.
yet, your attention veers away from the commander as the scent of blood wafts into your nostrils, your nose wrinkling in disgust, bile rising in your throat.
the smell always seems to linger, coaxing horrors of the battlefield to flood your mind.
a faint whiff of cinnamon sends a ripple of relief, traced with notes of smoke and teakwood. the clink of metal pierces through your left ear, a rumble following in suit.
“are you hurt? do i need to fetch the medic?”
talons settle on your knee, taking your hands into his, “i need an answer, padawan.”
“are you worried?” a giggle bubbles up in your throat, earning a displeased scoff.
“you know i always worry about you, little one.”
swallowing thickly, your eyes open, settling on the kel dor. yet, the tone inflected in his voice contradicted the expression plaguing his features. his hands remained on tops of yours, his brow furrowing.
“how did you get that?”
“some shrapnel,” you shrug.
a hand drifts away, hovering above the wound, “it looks pretty nasty.”
“at least it’s not bleeding anymore.”
“what am i going to do with you?” the kel dor shakes his head, “you’re worse than that skywalker boy.”
“at least i’m cuter.”
“i can’t disagree with that,” you stiffen as his thumb caresses your cheekbone, “are you sure you don’t need me to fetch the medic?”
“i-i’ll be all right.”
the kel dor inhales sharply, patting his knee, “you should get some rest. gather your strength.”
“i’m afraid i’m not anywhere near a relaxed state—“
“i’m afraid i’m in no state to argue with you.”
plo pats his knee one more time, the firmness in his tone prompting you to shift your body, nearly curling into a ball as you lay your head on his lap. once you’re all settled, a hand tangles into your roots, talons massaging your scalp.
“sleep, little one. i’ll be here if you need me.”
“you need sleep too plo plo,” your lids droop as relaxation seeps in, the tension in your muscles dissolving.
his chest vibrates as a chuckle floods your ears, “i’ll rest once we’re all finished with the briefing.”
“that’s a ways away.”
the pad of his thumb grazes your cheek, just brushing above your jawline, “you’re far more important than i am, little one--”
the kel dor’s words were cut short as jeers cut in, the troopers teasing one another relentlessly.
“will you all quiet down?” you stifle a giggle at the authority in plo’s voice as he scolds the 104th, earning a chorus of apologies.
“as i was saying little one,” his thumb drifts, hovering above your lips, “you are more important than i am. get some rest. you need it.”
reluctantly, you allow the exhaustion to take ahold, dozing off as the kel dor continues to massage your scalp, careful not too disturb your slumber.
every once in a while, he would shoot his boys a glare, just to ensure that they didn’t get too rowdy or obnoxious.
besides, he had precious cargo curled up on his lap, and he was going to protect that cargo with all of his being. no matter how difficult or demanding, he was going to be there, shielding his padawan from harm. whether it was something as insignificant as his boys’ mouths or the fire of a blaster.
and he was going to do it until his dying breath. till his lungs gave out. till his knees buckled.
after all, he loved his padawan.
perhaps, a little too much.
and he was going to do whatever it takes to keep his padawan close.
warnings: allusions to order 66, encountering a nightmare, other than that, lots and lots of fluff, padawan/master relationship
a/n: please do not read this if you are not interested in/attracted to plo koon. the padawan in this fic is a senior padawan, meaning she is of age. i will not tolerate any plo hate or slander in the comments, in my inbox, or through asks. this fic is a little bit of self-projection, i hope it’s not too much. to all of those who love plo, i hope you guys enjoy! :))
(i do not own this gif)
a kel door roams the dimly lit corridor, his steps lithe and quiet, the heavy cloak sweeping against the floor, the sound barely echoing off the walls. the temple is nearly silent except the rush of the summer breeze as it rolls through the coruscanti night. the occasional giggle of padawans sending a ripple of amusement through the jedi. it was well past their curfew, but he wouldn’t interrupt.
he was far too invested in his duties.
tonight, he was given the duty to patrol the jedi temple, to keep a steady hand on the hilt of his saber. he was to protect the temple with every fiber of his being, alerting the others if there was any sign of danger. he would saunter through the long, empty corridors, slinking in the shadows, dazed in a state of high alert.
a broken, heavy whimper startles the jedi, his talons curling around the hilt.
whirling around, his hearts thud in his chest, racing, adrenaline coursing through his veins, his mind buzzing, swirling with questions.
was someone injured? hurt? was there an intruder?
taking a cautious step forward, plo cocks his head, anticipating another cry to cut into the night.
“no. no. no!”
the distorted whimpers derive from a room to his left, his head swiveling a few degrees, brow furrowing.
the cries were erupting from the quarters of his padawan.
inhaling a sharp breath, his knuckles rap on the surface, “little one, are you all right?”
there’s a beat of silence before the sniffles resume, the kel door rapidly punching in the code, nearly tripping over his own feet as he enters.
you’re in your bed, twisted in a tangle of sheets, writhing back and forth, your features twisted together in pain. dried tears stain your cheeks, your lower lip quivering as another gut-wrenching, horrid, sob racks your body.
“little one,” plo murmurs, approaching the edge of the mattress, “little one, i’m here. you’re having a nightmare.”
stirring, your lashes flutter, startled by the sudden presence in the room.
“plo?”
his voice is brimmed with a steady softness, gentle and hushed, “i heard the cries from the hall. is everything all right?”
you shake your head, the words hoarse, “i-i had this terrible dream. y-you were there, and so was the council. i-i watched as the c-clones--”
“you do not have to finish,” plo lays a tender hand on your shoulder, “i will not force you to recall the horrors that haunt your dreams, little one. but, if you need anything, i am right here.”
“plo, will you stay with me?”
“of course,” he rumbles, dipping his head, “where would you like me to stand?”
“you mentioned you were the hall. were you on patrol?”
“i was,” plo responds, folding his arms across his chest, “but my padawan comes first. above anything or anyone.”
your heart skips a beat, “plo, will you hold me?”
“h-hold you?” the kel door nearly crumples to his knees, shock plaguing his features.
“yes,” you scoot over, patting the bed, “it’ll help me sleep.”
“anything for you,” plo purrs, carefully clambering onto the mattress.
the kel doors arms wrap around your frame, bringing you into his warm chest. nuzzling into his shoulder, a sigh of bliss rolls from your tongue, sending a ripple of bliss cascading through plo’s being. purrs rumble in his chest, his head resting on top of yours. talons lace into your hair, gently scratching against your skull.
“you can rest now, little one. i’m here. you will be safe with me.”
your breathing slows, “plo, we’re breaking all sorts of rules.”
“do not fret about the code,” he whispers, the sound a flurry of breaths through his modulator, “no more worries tonight. you’ve done enough of that.”
“if we’re not worrying about the code, then hold me closer,” you mumbled, your lids drooping with exhaustion.
the kel dor doesn’t utter another word, only pressing you tighter against his chest, pressing his modulator against your forehead, holding it there for just a moment.
the kel dor spirals, a warm, cozy feeling seeping into his chest.
maker, was he in deep now. yet, it didn’t matter. not one bit.
the only thing that mattered in the moment was holding you in his embrace, showering you with his pure, radiant, affection. as long as you fell asleep, he would be content. as long as your dreams were tainted by nightmares, he would be fulfilled.
as long as he had you in his arms, that’s all that mattered.
warnings: literal tooth-rotting fluff, a little bit of angst
summary: after a frustrating skew of events, your jedi master offers you some wisdom during a heart-to-heart conversation underneath the stars.
“little one, i am afraid that it is far past curfew,” his voice is thick, ringing with authority.
“i don’t want to go to bed,” quickly, you wipe fresh tears away, choking back a sob.
soft, quiet steps flood your ears, the kel dor taking a seat beside you on the steps of the temple, “i am no fool, little one. i noticed the glitter of your tears the second i saw you here on the steps of the temple. what’s troubling you?”
“i-i,” you let out a shaky breath, “it is such a tedious matter to be upset over.”
“i can sense the torrent of emotions raging within you,” plo remarks, placing a tender hand on your shoulder, “you can tell me, padawan.”
“it’s against the jedi code,” you sniffle, your lip quivering as your vision blurs, “i-i formed an attachment with someone.”
“someone within our ranks? or is it an individual that i am not aware of? please do not tell me wolffe is giving you boy troubles. i am afraid if that is the case, he would never see the light of day ever--”
“it’s not someone in the wolfpack,” you murmur, careful to avoid the kel dor’s intense gaze, “he is a jedi.”
“a jedi?” plo echoes, “a fellow padawan or a knight?”
“master skywalker,” his name tumbles from your lips, a blush tainting your cheeks.
“oh.”
you shake your head, the streams of tears flowing now, “i-i can’t figure him out. one second he’s flirting with me but the next he’s attached to that senator’s hip, giggling and gushing and--”
“well,” the kel dor exhales, “anakin skywalker is quite brash and very young for a jedi of his rank.”
“i just don’t understand what’s so special about her,” you mutter, folding your arms across your chest, “is it because i’m just a padawan and she’s a senator? is it because i’m simple and shy but she radiates power and elegance? what is so special about her that i don’t have?”
the kel dor sucks in a breath, formulating a response that would fulfill the gaping hole in your heart.
yet, he had to tread these waters carefully.
the kel dor was in love.
in love with the young woman sitting right next to him, sobbing over a man who was using her attention for his own personal game. a man who would never treat her or love her the way she deserved to be loved. a man who wouldn’t give her the stars.
but plo would. maker, would he give her the stars. if she asked, he would give her the whole universe. planet by planet, star by star, just to show how much he absolutely adored her.
maker, would he do anything just to witness the way her lips curved into that wonderful smile. the way her eyes crinkled, glowing with such bliss and joy.
the way her grin had the kel dor crumpling to his knees, swept away by her beauty.
gods, was he aching to just hold you against his chest. to run his talons through your hair, promising that he loved you and would never make you cry. you were far too beautiful to cry.
but he couldn’t. and the pain of watching you, helpless as despair settled over you, was almost as shattering as the pain of not being able to express his love.
yet, plo wanted you to know.
oh so badly.
“little one,” his voice is soft, so delicate and gentle, “stop staring at your hands, and look up at the stars, will you?”
your gaze breaks away, eyes drifting upwards. plo wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you tightly against his frame, “you see these stars, padawan?”
“there’s not much to see because of the light pollution,” you snort, earning a chuckle from plo.
“will you let me speak?”
“yes,” you nod, “go on.”
“there is a constant light cascading down to coruscant because of these stars. they’re radiant and alluring, promising of a wonder that always entrances us. every time we look up at the stars, we’re constantly reminded of how beautiful they are, shining so brightly in the night. i want you to realize that you are just like those stars,”
“you’re only saying that because i’m your padawan.” you toll your eyes slightly, scoffing.
“i said because it’s the truth,” his tone is firm, “little one, your beauty is more than any silk or crystal of naboo. you have a pure heart, and you radiate nothing but kindness and generosity. every single time i look at you, i am reminded of how i wouldn’t trade you for anything. i care so deeply about you, little one.”
carefully, you lay your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his robes, “thank you, plo. you always know the right things to say.”
his heart skips a beat at your touch, “you’re welcome, little one. at least the younglings do not recoil away from you. many of them are scared of me. they think i’m a monster, out to get them in their sleep.”
“but you’re not scary at all,” you yawn, lashes fluttering, “i’m not afraid of you, plo. i never would recoil away from you.”
“i know,” his heart swells, “i know, padawan.”
“will you carry me to bed?” you mumble, “i’m getting sleepy.”
“as long as you promise not to shed any more tears over that skywalker boy,” he teases, resting his head against yours.
“if that senator wants him, she can have him,” a giggle rises in your throat, “he’s not worth my time.”
“indeed,” the kel dor nodded, scooping you into his arms, “let’s get you to bed.”
“thank you,” you whispered, “i feel so much better plo-plo.”
the kel dor nearly melted in that moment.
plo-plo would remain in his thoughts for the rest of the night, the kel dor so soft at the memory of how sweet the nickname sounded as it rolled off your tongue. he was not able to hold you quite yet, but for now, he was your plo-plo. and for him, that was enough. more than enough.
and for the first time in months since the war started, a new emotion emerged. any worry or fret of battle or jedi duties dissolving from his mind as he slept, dreaming of a life in which the two of you could be happy.
it was a truly wonderful, exhilarating, joyful feeling.
for the first time in months, the kel dor was in a state of bliss.
warnings: angst, mentions of battle, cursing, master/padawan relationship
a/n: the padawan in this is not a minor! she is eighteen and of age. i hope you guys enjoy this! i always love writing for plo! :))
summary: after sustaining an injury you feel that you are no longer a bright, young jedi padawan. you feel as if you’re a failure, until your master shares some kind words.
night fell over the jedi temple of coruscant, soft beams of moonlight filtering in through your viewport. particles of dust danced around the space, catching in the light as they drifted along. the only noise in the room was the soft, steady, hum of your breathing, the beep of a comlink sounding here and there.
your gaze settled on the glow of coruscant, the city teeming with light as darkness crept over the ecumenopolis. lights glittered, speeders whizzing by the transparisteel.
three crisps knocks rang, bouncing off the walls. intrigued, you perked up in your bed, propping yourself up with your elbow.
“come in.”
the doors slid open, a kel dor stepping forward. he was silent, not uttering a single word or greeting as he entered your quarters.
“good evening, master plo,” you mumbled, despair rising within you.
“how are you feeling?” the kel dor pressed, his voice hushed, “you took quite the spill out there.”
“if you mean almost slicing myself in half, then yeah, it was quite the spill,” you grumbled, letting out a huff, “i should be meditating right now, with ahsoka and the other padawans.”
“you need to rest, little one,” plo rumbled, “you will be training once again in no time, as long as you’re careful with your injuries.”
“the medic said it could be a month,” a frown began to form, your lip trembling, “master, i don’t want to wait that long. it is so utterly important that we win this war. i feel like i’m disposable to the jedi, that i’m no longer valuable. i need to be strong to fight for the republic-”
“yet i need you to regain your strength,” plo interjected, his tone firm, “i cannot risk losing my padawan from any infection or in battle. if i lost you, i would never forgive myself.”
“jedi are not supposed to form attachments,” you mumbled, careful to avoid plo’s piercing gaze.
the kel dor crossed over to you, sitting gingerly on the edge of the mattress. a hand wrapped the nape of your neck, careful not to nick you from his talons. the kel dor leaned in, pulling you close.
your breath hitched in your throat as plo pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing intensifying as your skin connected with his, ragged and shortened. a rumble rose in his throat.
“my padawan, the emotions that reside in my heart for you..”
“p-plo,” you stammered, a blush spreading through your cheeks, “what do you mean?”
“you may think that you are disposable to the jedi because there are so many of us. but you’re not. not to me.”
your heart thudded against your rib cage, your lashes fluttering as a warm, cozy sensation enveloped you.
pure, radiant, bliss rippled through you, almost as if you were basking in affection.
it was wonderful, taking your breath away.
“i can sense your thoughts, my padawan,” plo murmured, “please, do not be afraid. i’ve known for a while, of your feelings for me.”
“but this is against the code-” tears began to spill down your cheeks, “if we pursue this, the jedi council will be made aware. they will expel us.”
“when i became a jedi knight,” plo began, “i made a promise to adhere the code until my dying breath. but then you came along.. my beautiful, radiant, intelligent, immensely strong, padawan. i cannot resist these feelings within me any longer. if i am to break the code, i would do it a thousand times again for you. never have i felt such an intense bond with a padawan before. the force is connecting us. every second. every minute. every day. we are always intertwined.”
“i feel it too, a pull bringing us together in ways that i cannot explain,” the words were a whisper, “plo, please, stay with me.”
“anything for you.”
plo rose to his feet, allowing you to make room for him in the bed. once you were settled, he clambered next to your frame, wrapping a careful arm around your shoulders. you curled against him, his scent flooding your nostrils as you nuzzled into the robes.
resting his head on top of yours, plo exhaled, “i’m here, my darling. please, rest. gather your strength. i cannot lose you.”
“i believe i’ve discovered the great jedi knight’s biggest fear,” you giggled softly.
“perhaps you have,” plo brought you closer, “sleep well, and sweet dreams, my lucent star. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
