#wolffe fluff

[a-dorin]

"anything for you"

pairing: commander wolffe x reader

word count: 559

warnings: wolffe being a little grumpy, some teasing, very fluffy stuff

summary: on his day off, wolffe takes you out to the markets for the perfect day.

"too many people."

his words are barely audible over the steady hum of your surroundings. truly, there is so much noise, you were even surprised you heard him. it was all around you, flooding your ears.

vendors were bartering with customers, in the midst of bickering. speeders and shuttles flew over head, whooshing along the coruscanti skyline. there was the gentleness of laughter, erupting every few minutes or so.

his fingers brush your waist, pulling you closer to his side. his gaze never leaves your surroundings. it was analytical, almost as if he was scoping out the territory.

oh, how work never left him.

even on his off days.

there's a low rumble in his throat as someone clips your left shoulder, shuffling their way past you. gently, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

"wolffe, they didn't mean to."

his response is nothing but a dry scoff, "yeah but any more pressure and you would've nearly gotten taken out."

"you're a little tense today," there's a giggle that manages to bubble up in your throat, "it's your day off, commander. ease up a little."

“i know, i know,” he mutters, “it’s a rare occurrence, so let’s make it special. are you looking for anything in particular? name anything and it's yours."

"you don't have to buy me anything," you roll your eyes, clinging onto the thin black fabric of his sleeve, "i did want some flowers for the apartment. after all, it is beginning of summer."

"anything for you," your lashes flutter as his lips graze your temple, "i think i know a guy. his vendor isn't too far from where we're at now."

you follow his lead as he takes a few steps forward, hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. he was right about his prediction, as it was only a few minutes before the two of you were standing before a vendor, his stand filled to the brim with flowers.

they were gorgeous. absolutely beautiful. for a moment, you wondered if there was a flower from every planet. they came in all shapes and sizes, their petals soft and buttery, or rich and velvety.

the vendor was an older twi'lek, lips curling into a warm smile as wolffe dipped his head, murmuring a soft greeting, "ah, wolffe. it's been a while since the last time you stopped by. what brings you to my shop?"

"we were just passing through the markets today and someone mentioned that they wanted flowers," for the first time today, you hear a chuckle erupt from his throat, "so, i decided that we would purchase from you. you sell nothing but the best."

the sound was so wonderful, you wonder if the twi'lek could get him to do it one more time.

"oh i am honored," the twi'lek nods, gesturing his arms outwards, spanning across his merchandise, "pick out whatever you like. wolffe is a loyal customer of mine. your bouquet is on me, today. you will not be paying a single credit."

"a-are you sure?" you sputter, "i mean, i know wolffe--"

"you heard what he said," wolffe's voice was hushed against your ear, "go ahead, pick out what you want. i can't wait to see where you place them in our space."

"you're the best," you flash him a smile, "thank you."

"anything for you."

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[waiting-for-motivation]

aleen

summary: The plan was to deliver relief supplies but the wolf packs mechanic disappeared which worried Wolffe.

pairings: Commander Wolffe x Reader, Sinker, Boost

warnings: suffocation (lol), angsty angry wolffe, fluffff

words: 960

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Wolffe! Can you hear me? We...“

Those are the last words the Commander heard of his mechanic. She was supposed to help R2-D2 and C-3PO repare the computer and energysystems. Then an earthquake shook the whole planet.

“Sinker! Boost! Where is (Y/n)? I told you to watch her“, Wolffe screams at his two brothers who run to their Commander with guilty expressions under their helmets. They know how much the mechanic means to their brother.

“She sent us to help the others with the relief supplies“, Sinker explains and lowers his gaze because he realizes their mistake. (Y/n) is only a mechanic and her command means nothing compared to Wolffes.

“Then you better start looking for her, di‘kut!“, the Commander tells his brothers.

Although Wolffe knows that a lost mechanic shouldn‘t be as important as distributing relief supplies, he turns around and starts searching her himself. At least, (Y/n) could be drinking tea with the natives. But she could be in danger too.

Again and again her voice echoes through his head. (Y/n) sounded not like herself, almost breathless and frightened. The Commander has to find her, otherwise he might get crazy with worry.

In his desperation, Wolffe stops in front of a Aleena and asks him if he saw a woman looking like (Y/n). The native stares at him in confusion and with a sigh, the clone squats and speaks slowly. Still the Aleena doesn't understand him.

A tug at his sleeve makes the Commander looks at another native. They start babbling in their mother tongue and point in a direction.

"I don't understand you", Wolffe explains but the Aleena wont listen and tries to drag him to where he is pointing. Among all the native words they are speaking, the Commander understands one - his loves name.

"Show me where I can find her!", the clone commands with an excited but still worried voice. The Aleena starts running and because he hasn't let go of Wolffes sleeve yet, the Commander has to walk crouching.

The two of them stop at a steep slope where Wolffe can see a body lying motionless in the sand. Without hesitation the clone takes off his helmet and quickly slides down the slope.

Arriving at (Y/n)s side, Wolffe turns her around and is faced with pale skin. He has to lay his head on her chest to check if she is still breathing. Luckily, (Y/n) takes slow and shallow breathes.

"Commander! You finally found her!", a mechanic voice says and as Wolffe looks up te slope he sees C-3PO as well as R2-D2. Next to them stand Sinker and Boost with a rope in their hands. They throw it at their brothers direction.

There is no time to scream at the stupid droid and insult him because first (Y/n) has to be in safety. Wolffe doesn't even want to know what happened. So he grabs the rope and presses the unconscious body of his beloved mechanic against his chest.

On firm ground again, the Commander picks up (Y/n) and runs with her cold body to the next medic. He can only watch her get laid on a floating stretcher and disappear in a native hut.

Later, while still standing guard in front of said hut, C-3P0 explains everything that happened. Wolffe has to pull himself together to not to take the droid to his pieces.

(Y/n) was with R2-D2 and C-3P0 when the last earthquake happened. They were visiting some kind of religious place of the natives and fell in a hole leading to an underworld. Unfortunately, the air down there was toxic and while the droids didn't mind, (Y/n) did. The three of them got some help from the living beings of the underground and finally escaped. But the toxic air weakened (Y/n) and that's how Wolffe found her.

Whenever the Commander can, he is at her side and watches over her sleeping form. Nevertheless, he can’t neglect his duties as a soldier. But he makes room for (Y/n) in his scarce free time.

The first thing the mechanic sees is a scruffy and tired but still happy Wolffe. His eyes widen and he jumps from his chair to the bedside, grabbing her hand.

“I like the beard”, (Y/n) says with a sore throat and smiles weakly at her beloved friend. The clone laughs but then places one of his hands on her cheek.

“I should have stayed with you”, the Commander admits with sad eyes but (Y/n) squeezes his hand as if to say that it wasn’t his fault. In Wolffes opinion C-3P0 and R2-D2 are the ones responsible for (Y/n)s weak state.

Both look in each others eyes and smile. Slowly, the man leans down but before his lips can touch (Y/n)s, the door busts open. Sinker and Boost enter the room  with their helmets under their arms.

“Sorry, Commander”, Boost exclaims and lowers his gaze the moment he sees how close Wolffe and (Y/n) are. They part awkwardly and while their brother looks annoyed, the mechanic seems glad to see them.

“We want to apologise to (Y/n). We should have protected you. Above all, we should have listened to our Commander”, Sinker explains as he rubs the back of his neck and smiles shyly at the female.

“It was not your fault”, (Y/n) states with a firmer voice and sits up, patting the other side of her bed. Both clones takes seats hesitantly and with guilty gazes towards their brother. Wolffe grunts but says nothing. He would prefer some alone time with the mechanic.

“Now tell me anything that happened while I was knocked out!”

Sinker and Boost start talking at the same time and tell their mechanic every detail. Wolffe watches (Y/n)s reactions and admires her beautiful face.

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[wolfees-support-group]

Nia’s pack prequel 2

 Nias Pre Prequel 2

           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.  

[a-dorin]

everyone talks about how grumpy and rude wolffe is but i feel like he’s just a big sweetheart on the inside. he just craves attention and physical touch.

once you touch him or play with his hair, he just melts completely. and he can never get enough either.

he’s always super touchy and affectionate in public, not hesitating to kiss your forehead or have his arm wrapped around your waist.

he’s soft for you, and only you.

[a-dorin]

“watch it” | wolffe

word count: 603 

warnings: cursing, some jedi/clone tension, teasing 

a/n: i know that kriff is a common curse in the star wars universe but i just love saying fuck more. so i hope that’s not too much of an issue! enjoy :))

prompt:  “I know this isn’t very detailed but anything you come up with for Wolffe I would love to read!! Especially the Jedi/Padawan with clone trope. I love your works please keep up with the good work and take care of yourself first 💕”

“master!” you called out, struggling to keep up with the kel dor, “i wanted to ask you a question before we embar-”

the kel dor disappeared from your sight as you collided into gleaming white armor, whacking your head against a shoulder blade. your skull throbbed momentarily, your mind buzzing as you held onto it gingerly, fingers rubbing circles into your temple.

“hey!” the clone trooper snarled, whirling around, “watch it!”

your heart lurched as you shrank into your robes, trembling as the clone towered over you, his eyes narrowed, lips drawn in a sneer as he pressed an index finger into your chest, “are you fucking deaf? i said, watch it, padawan.”

your heart raced as the clone sized you up, his foot tapping against the floor, arms folded across his chest. although he was a standard clone, he seemed much stronger, his stature a bit more proud, his shoulders broad, face hardened after months of battle.

although, there was one unique feature that set him apart from the rest.

a thick, jagged scar stretched across his right eye, a golden orb replaced by cybernetic. 

“i-i,” you stammered, your cheeks tainted crimson, “i-i meant no harm-- i was trying to ask my master a question before we left for the mission.”

the clone rolled his eyes, and you bit your lip, “i-- um, i’m really sorry.”

“commander wolffe,” a familiar rumbled seeped into your ears, your fear dissolved, replaced by relief, “are you berating my padawan?”

“g-general buir,” the clone’s eyes widened, his hand grazing his forehead in a salute, “this is your padawan?”

“indeed,” plo nodded ever so slightly, “in the future, i request that you treat her with more kindness. after all, the two of you are going to be spending a lot of time with one another.”

“yes general,” wolffe mumbled, his gaze lingering on you as he spoke, “i guess i’m just a little bit nervous about the mission.”

“no need to fear,” plo chuckled, placing a hand on wolffe’s shoulder, “our mission is projected at a high success rate. come, let’s board the shuttle, we are wasting daylight.”

“yes master,” you dipped your head, following the kel dor.

“yes general,” wolffe clears his throat. 

the commander strides towards you, his shoulder brushing yours, “hey, you never told me what your name was.”

“are you going to growl at me if i tell you?” you arch a brow. 

“uh, no,” you can’t help but notice a slight rosy tint paint his cheeks, “i’m sorry, for um, snapping at you earlier. there’s just a lot at stake here.”

“i understand,” your words are reassuring, “tensions are typically pretty high before missions. you are forgiven.”

“thank you,” his voice softens. 

“by the way, my name is (y/n) (y/l/n).”

the sound of your name flows from your lips, like honey, sweet and melodic in the commander’s ears. 

wolffe swallows thickly as he watches you board the shuttle, deep in discussion with general buir. his lips purse as a wide smile envelops your features, your eyes crinkling as your laughter echoes through the ship. 

perhaps he had not only his brothers to protect during this mission, but the life of a padawan as well. 

a padawan who swept him off his feet just by the sound of her voice. 

and her laughter, oh maker, her laughter had his heart thudding against his chest, pounding in his armor. 

and gods, he did feel guilt wash over him. he should’ve been a bit kinder. less harsh. 

maybe he could start over. make a first impression that was far better than the last. 

just maybe. 

[a-dorin]

the start of forever | wolffe

word count: 738

warnings: mentions of battle, angst, pining (lots of it), some fluff 

prompt:  “Hiii!!! Is it possible to get some more Wolfe with a plo’s Padawan (of age) either smut or fluff?? Maybe they get a moment together during/after a battle? Or anything really. I’m really appreciative that your ask are open and hope you’re doing okay :,))”

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“you were exceptional out there. it was a moment in which i was proud to call you my padawan. you’re advancing in your training at a rapid rate. before you know it, you will be a knight.”

“and before you know it,” the corners of your lips tug into an amused smirk, “i’ll be a jedi master like you.”

“i would rather you stay a padawan,” the kel dor rumbles, his voice wistful, “they always grow too fast. much too fast.”

“you sound like master yoda,” you chuckle, laying your hand on his shoulder, “you should confer with the council about the battle. i’m going to talk with the boys.”

“careful with them,” your master exhales, “they always tend to be rowdy whenever we claim victories.”

“i’ll be fine,” you shoot the kel dor a wink, “i can handle them.”

your master, plo koon, gives you one last nod before strolling away, meeting with the other members of the council in the hangar. swiveling on your heel, you make your way out to the landing area, a vast open space. the only confines were a concrete barrier acting like a fence.

letting out a sigh, your eyes drift upwards to the sky. coruscant, the bustling ecumenopolis, shrouded the skyline with a glow, the light pollution casting a haze over the night. 

the concrete is hard, terribly uncomfortable, but you pay no mind, the sounds of the city seeping into your ears. the beeping of speeders, yells and exclamations from civilians, as well as the soft hum of night life create a warm atmosphere, a summer breeze rolling through skyscrapers. 

“hey! (y/n)!” your name piques your attention. 

commander wolffe trots up to you, panting, “were you gonna come join us for some celebratory rounds? comet is payin’.”

“i’m not sure if i’m feeling up to it,” you mumble, “i have training with plo tomorrow at sunrise.”

he rolls his eyes, snorting, “you don’t have to drink. we just want ya there. i want you there.”

the last sentence sends a blush dusting your cheeks, “you.. what?”

“oh,” wolffe stammers, biting his tongue, “sorry, shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay,” your voice is quiet, “i-i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“something’s wrong,” the commander murmurs, his tone delicate, “you usually wanna tag along.”

“i’m just a little anxious,” you admit, fidgeting as wolffe frowns, “plo told me earlier that i was on my way to become a knight soon. i-i’m worried that i’m not going to pass my final trial-”

“but you’re the best damn jedi i’ve ever seen!” wolffe blurts out, your heart skipping a beat, “you don’t gotta worry about that sweetheart. you’ll do just fine.”

“wolffe,” you begin, “it’s not going to be easy.”

“well i’m right here if you wanna talk about it,” he shrugs, taking a step towards you so that you were side-by-side, “it’s a shame that there’s so much damn light pollution. there’s really a whole universe out there and we can’t even see some damn stars because all these fucking lights.”

“what about the guys?” you inquire, arching a brow.

“they’ll be fine,” he responds, “so, tell me what’s on your mind, padawan.”

“you’re not my master,” you can’t help but giggle, “you don’t get to call me that.”

“what would you prefer?” he shoots you an amused glance, his chestnut eye glimmering, “sweetheart, lovebug, honey, baby, princess, puppy? i got a lot of nicknames. pick your favorite and i’ll run with it.”

“oh wolffe,” you sigh, laying your head against his shoulder, “i think i like lovebug. it’s quite quaint.”

his heart nearly leaps out of his chest the second your head connects, bliss rippling through the commander from the action. 

perhaps the more mundane aspects of life were a little more important than the larger parts, the victory of battle no where near as significant as this singular moment. 

“we’re not together though,” he remarks, “i can’t call ya lovebug when we don’t even love each other yet.”

“well, maybe this is the start.”

the smile that paints the commander’s features is enormous, radiant enough to light up coruscant. 

“you’re probably right lovebug,” wolffe plants a gentle kiss on your temple, letting out a content sigh. 

 “maybe this is the start.” 

“of forever?” your voice is hushed, the words barely a whisper.

“of forever.”

his lips graze your temple once more, your hand reaching for his, intertwining fingers together. 

******

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[a-dorin]

luxury | wolffe

word count: 684

warnings: mentions of sex, cursing, nudity, mentions of war, teasing 

prompt:  “wolffe, the super loyal, super strict hardened soldier having a relationship with senator!reader and her, you, pampering him with all the most expensive luxurious things on coruscant cause i bet senators are rich as hell”

“can’t i just stay here forever?” his lips brushed your cheek, the words soft, laced with despair. 

taking his hand, you brought his knuckles up to your mouth, pressing a light kiss on every single one, “i wish you could, my sweet wolffe.”

the commander drew in a sigh, sinking deeper underneath the bubbles, “i can’t remember the last time i got to enjoy a nice, warm, bath without someone else barging in, barking at me that there was a new assignment.”

“sounds like you should savor the moment then,” a bubbly, lighthearted, laugh rose in your throat, echoing off the walls of the refresher, “this bath is with a senator, no less.”

“the most breathtaking senator i’ve ever laid eyes on,” his breath tickled your neck as his lips connected with your skin, “so, so, so, beautiful.”

nearly crumbling under his touch, you exhaled, the sigh content, “there are so many words i could say about you, wolffe.”

“yeah?” wolffe’s mouth was hovering over your shoulder blade now. 

“however, i don’t want to inflate your already massive ego.”

“hey!” you giggled as he gasped. 

“i am only teasing my love.”

the aura in the refresher shifted to bliss once more, wolffe’s hands roaming your body, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through you. his touch was tender, delicate. it was as if he was savoring every scar, every mark, every dip. 

bubbles floated at the surface, the scent of lavender wafting into your nostrils. a warm, golden glow cast over you, candles burning from several areas of the space. steam billowed from the water, the temperature comforting, coaxing relaxation to seep into your muscles. 

“i am so spoiled,” wolffe murmured. 

“what makes you say that?” 

“you just provide me with all of these luxuries,” his voice was low, “i wonder if i am even deserving of all the pampering.”

“wolffe,” you took his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, “you are the most deserving man i have ever met.”

“even deserving of such a gorgeous woman like you?” 

your heart skipped a beat, “wolffe, i live a life of luxury, but there is one aspect of my life that i value more than anything else in this galaxy.”

“and what is that?” he pressed, his anticipation building. 

“i love you wolffe, and the finest silks of naboo nor the shiniest gems of therpsis can even amount to the abundance of love i have for you,” squeezing his hands, your voice wavered, “at times i feel you deserve more than a senator from coruscant.”

“(y/n),” wolffe pulled you in closer, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “i love you more than anything in this galaxy. if anything, you’re my luxury. i can’t help but feel such joy when i’m with you. i am a simple man, but i’ll be damned if you ever say that i don’t deserve you. you are so worthy of my affection. you are so resilient and radiant. maker, are you so passionate about your people. you are the best damn senator i have ever seen.” 

your lip quivered, tears of joy spilling onto your cheeks, “stars, wolffe. you really know how to make a woman cry.”

wolffe peppered your neck with kisses, “don’t cry. please, don’t cry. you’re far too beautiful to cry.”

resting your head against his shoulder, you wiped your tears, “i won’t shed another tear.”

“good,” his throat vibrated as he chuckled, “now, let’s enjoy our bath. the water is starting to cool.”

as his hands explored your body once more, your eyes fluttered closed, lips tugging into a content smile. 

little did you know, but to wolffe, the commander of the 104th battalion, you were his everything. and as he admired your body, taking in the sight of every curve, you were far more precious than any metal, any crystal. your skin was smoother than any silk or satin. 

maker, was your beauty ethereal. so alluring, so entrancing. it was something that could not be purchased or bought. something that was raw and unchanged. 

and that was the true luxury.

******

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[wolfees-support-group]

Nia’s Pack Prequel

Nia’s head was full of worries: What if Master Plo didn't end up liking her? What if she messed up and let someone die? The light grey halls blinded her, especially paired with the bright overhead lights as she walked to Master Plo Koon’s office. The tile floor was filled with dust and dirty footprints, the footprints looked like the boots the clones wore. She had always liked the clones in the Jedi Academy, and when she had learned about them she instantly felt bad for them. They had no choice but to follow orders, with no hope for a life of their own, having been made to solely fight. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she kept walking as her shoes made a soft patter against the hard tiles. She was nervous, more nervous than she expected to be, as she recited the directions in her head to where they said Master Plo Koon’s office was. “Sharp left...” she whispered to herself as she quickly turned left, eyes glued to the floor. Before she knew it she had ran into someone, she then suddenly landed on the floor, the rough tiling bruising her tail bone, shock over taking her as she looked up expecting to see a wall but instead there was a 6ft tall man in a white suit with crimson accents. His confused expression slowly transforming to worry as he held his hand out to her. She quickly accepted it and pulled herself up with the help of the stranger.

“Woah, you’re a clone right!?” She excitedly asked, “Yes- Who are you? Younglings aren't allowed over here.” He replied as she beamed, “I’m not a youngling- I’m Master Plo Koon's new Padawan!” “He wasn’t in the market for a Padawan last I checked, so who are you?”

“Nia Erwood- I am Master Plo Koon’s new Padawan learner so if you excuse me I need to get to his office.” “If you’re going anywhere it’s definitely not alone.” The man turned around, opening the door to what must be Master Plo Koon’s office. As the metal door clanged open she was greeted with light brown walls and beige carpeting that cover the room, her eyes quickly scanned the office taking in the small couch, birch desk and tiny little photos of him and what appeared to be the Wolf Pack, a famed troop of Clones named after their leader: Wolffe. Her eyes quickly snapped to the tall Kel Dor man behind the desk, looking up from papers that were displayed on his desk.

“You’re Nia right?” Nia nodded, gently pushing past the man who was still standing in the doorway. “You know her, Plo?” the man spoke from behind nia as she approached Master Plo Koon “Yes, Wolffe she’s my new padawan learner, and-” “You didn't tell the Pack about this...”

“I know and I am sorry, it was not something I had planned before going to the meeting. Regardless, Nia this is Wolffe, the commander of the Wolf Pack” She nodded slightly and waved at him “Hi Wolffe-” The Clone smiled, “Hi there. Now, Plo I’m going to take some of the Pack out training today.” Plo Koon nodded in agreement as Wolffe turned around, softly shutting the door behind him. “So, Nia, I am Plo.” She laughed slightly, “I know who you are, Master Plo Koon.” He tsked softly, “No need to call me Master, Nia, please just Plo. It will work fine for now.” “A-are you sure? That's extremely informal.” She tilted her head slightly looking into the older man's eyes, or rather his eye covers, while nervously shifting in place. “Yes I am quite sure”  He stood quickly pushing his chair away as he walked around the desk quickly reaching out to open the door.

“Follow me, youngling.”

He quickly walked out the door walking down the long hall Nia had just come from. “Where are we going?” He turned into where the barracks for the Wolf Pack were located.  “To meet the Wolf Pack young one. You simply cannot be my Padawan and not know them.”  She smiled slightly trying to push the rising anxiety away: What if they didn't like her? Would plo give her back to the Jedi Academy? Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of laughter cascading from the door. She quickly saw the one named Wolffe standing in the middle of the group laughing along with them.

Plo clapped his hands together, quickly grabbing their attention. “Alright kids, meet Nia. She is going to be training under me. And be nice.” He warned softly as though he knew they would but just felt like it needed to be stated. They all waved and exchanged hellos with her. Quickly her anxiety faded, the Wolf Pack made her feel welcomed like it was okay that she was joining what seemed to be their little family.

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Nias' body felt like it was on fire. That last mission was nearly impossible, thankfully they hadn’t lost any men. They had come close, there were a few men that would definitely be staying in the med bay for a few days at least. She let out a deep sigh she didn't even know she was holding in as she tossed her lightsaber onto the bedside table next to her bed, making a soft thud when it hit the stack of books she had. She slowly sat down rubbing her head hoping to get any relief from the migraine that had plagued her since she had gotten on the ship home maybe i'll have stitch look at me when hes done with the clones she thought while slowly getting up to wipe the blood off her face.Nia grounded as soon as she saw her face in the mirror it was bad much worse than she thought. A large cut made itself known as her cheek throbbed in pain. She sighed softly as tears welled up in her eyes she looked down letting the tears roll down her cheeks. It was her fault the wolf pack had almost died it was a bad call on her behalf she thought they would be safer- she was instantly ripped out of her thoughts as she heard a knock on the door quickly wiping her tears she looked into the mirror to see wolffe leaning against her metal door frame.

“ad’ika?”

A soft “hm?” came from Nias throat as she wet a towel and started dabbing at the bloodstains across her face; a soft smile would have broke out across her face if it wasn't for the throbbing seeming to come from every, the sound of the nickname wolffe had picked out for her always brought a smile to her face- but today wasn't like any other day they had experienced with her there,

“Give me that”

Wolffe quickly walked over grabbing the towel from her hand as he took over gently wiping the blood from Nia's stained face. She sighed softly into the touch. Being a padawan was  harder than she had expected, Plo made her work for everything and the wolf pack just questioned why she was there most days.

“Its unbelievable”

“What is Wolffe?” her head tilted slightly at his sudden exclamation her eyes quickly snapping back to focus on his face.

“That the jedi council is sending kids to do their dirty work now”

She shook her head slightly letting out a soft chuckle.

“I’m not a kid- and it's not like i'm doing their dirty work,  im training to become a jedi master there’s a difference”

Now it was wolffe's turn to shake his head and chuckle;

“Isn't that kind of the same thing?”

Nia bit the inside of her cheek while shrugging.

“I don't see it that way..i’ve always wanted to be a jedi master…”

“Why” the question was sudden and just blurted out like he hadn't truly thought about the question before it asked like it was just instinct for him. She smiled softly

“I wanted to build my own family, I had heard stories about jedis coming here and finding their own family. I just wanted any family it isn't hard to beat my family;  they were sepertist supporters and outcasted me for having faith in the republic I grew up basically alone just me and the few animals that were bold enough to come close-”

Nia had looked at wolffe's face at some point he had soften his features, he looked sympathetic it was an expression that nia had never really etched on the tough commanders features. She shook her head slightly to reset her thoughts;

“But yeah thats kinda why- I know sob story jedi how predictable”

Wolffe shook his head

“You found your family, ad’ika”

She smiled fondly at him before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug her head resting in the crook of his neck trying her best not to get blood on his shirt, at first he stood there shocked he had never really been hugged before let alone by a jedi after a few seconds just standing there he had finally gotten the hint and wrapped his arms around her back pulling her tighter to his chest he let out a soft sigh.

“Thank you Wolffe” she whispered before pulling away- he nodded almost to say anytime she wiped the tears that had started welling up in her eyes away as wolffe went back to wiping her face almost as if the hug had never happened;

“You know you might need stitches for this gash” He nodded to the mark on Nias cheek Nia not missing a beat quickly smiled ignoring the throbbing

“I need stitches from stitches-” she let out a soft chuckle as wolffe shook his head

“That is a horrible joke” she smiled before moving to grab pain killers from her desk drawer and popping a few;

“Mhm that's the point buddy”

Wolffe walked over shoving her playfully as he smiled at her moving over to grab her a pair of clean pjs with little dogs covering them he snickered at the design before tossing them to nia.

“Get changed then come get me ill stay with you until stitches can come patch you up.” She nodded slightly waiting for him to leave so she could move as quick as possible to hop in the shower wiping all the blood dirt and sweat off of her skin making her finally feel truly clean again. She pulled on her pjs then opened the door seeing wolffe already waiting there for her in his blacks he nodded to her wet silver hair draping over her shoulder. “I see you showered-” she nodded happily as she sat down on the corner of her bed wolffe opting to pull up a chair to sit across from her.

“I called stitches he said when he's done with all the clones he will come down here”

“Tell him no rush please ! I don't want to take attention away from the injured clones.”

  Wolffe shook his head; “You remind me of Plo”

               Nia softly smiled he had no idea how much of a compliment that was to her she went to open her mouth to say thank you but the physical toll of everything she had done today hit her like a brick exhaustion taking over her mind fast as she slowly lulled off to sleep with wolffe sitting there confused on what to do now.