Iâm Lyre and welcome to my blog! Iâm kicking this off by stating that there will be 18+ content, mostly reblogs but it still stands, so minors DNI. I know I canât tell, so Iâm trusting yâall.
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D3 Wad'e Tay'haai! Or perhaps D2 Mird (my beloved) & H8 Vau if you're not tired of drawing them lol. Those Mird drawings were adorable- even being a six-legged space dog, it still has military-grade puppy eyes <3
genuinely have never considered what tay'haai looks like before so i crowdsourced it and got 'young giancarlo esposito' and im into it
im glad people like the mird drawings lmao i dont draw animals much so im never sure what im doing with it
Authorâs Note: Itâs the final day! I meant to post this earlier, but I dozed off lmao. As usual, Iâll fix the formatting when Iâm home. Anyway, Clan Virras is of my own creation!
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: A slow and rainy morning for Wolffe and Sunniva some odd weeks after they arrive on Mandalore. A brief moment where they can feel normal after Order 66.
Prompt(s): Rainy Day/Domestic
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 565
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The pitter-patter of rain against the window brought Wolffe from his sleep. He had thought that, no matter what, he would hate the rain. Rain brought memories of Kamino, and the few times it did rain on Coruscant, it was dreary and depressing. But this, being on Mandalore with Sunniva? It brought a sense of peace. It was a rather slow morning for Clan Virras, not a single sound in the house aside from the chime of the caf maker.
With his wife resting on his chest, Wolffe turned his gaze out the window, taking in the view of misty mountains and pine trees around the property as he got lost in thought. Never in his short life did Wolffe think this is where he would be at, and speaking of short life, he has a normal lifespan now. Another clan had managed to find a cure to slow his aging process. The recovery was hell, but Wolffe would do it again if it meant getting to be with Sunniva.
Speaking of which, she stirs against his chest, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. Wolffe smiles, brushing her hair from her face. âGood morning, riduur.â He murmurs softly. âSleep well?â He chuckles softly when all he got was a low hum. âIâll take that as a yes.â
âI always sleep well with you.â Sunniva replies rubbing said sleep from her eyes. âHow long have you been awake?â
âNot too long. Mostly just watching the rain. Are you hungry?â
âStarving.â
Wolffe presses his lips against hers before rising out of bed. He dresses in simple sweats and t-shirt before disappearing into the kitchen, returning moments later with a tray of food and some caf for them both. Sunniva sits up, the mix of her bed head and light blue slip, combined with her sleepy features made her look ethereal, soft, and he nearly loses his footing and Sunniva giggles, telling him to be careful.
He places the tray on the side table before scooting back in bed, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close. They ate in relative, but comfortable, silenceâapart from the affectionate teasing and attempts to feed each other, ending in laughter. The two of them finished their breakfast and Wolffe takes the dishes back to the kitchen to clean them.
âYou didnât have to do all that.â Sunniva points out when he returns.
âI know, but I wanted to. Besides, you deserve it.â
Sunniva rises from her spot and stands toe-to-toe with Wolffe, her hands coming up and resting on either side of his face. âYou deserve it as well, my love. You deserve everything good in life.â
âPerhaps. But you are everything good in my life. Your patience, loveâŚall of you. Before you, I didnât have any directionâŚI would have remained in the Empire.â His hand rested against her hip. âBut you? You gave me life, cyare, a future. Something to look forward to.â His hand comes up to wipe away tears that trailed down her cheek.
âNi kar'taylir darasuum.â Sunniva breathes and Wolffe felt his heart beat against his ribcage. She had told him once that she wanted to learn some of the language, but he wasnât expecting this.
âNi karâtaylir darasuum, Sunniva. Youâll have me until the end of time. However, you still look exhaustedâŚwhy donât we relax in bed for a while longer?â
Author's Note: The week is slowly coming to an end, and I'm admittedly not ready! I've enjoyed it from day one, and it's helped me enjoy writing again.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: Maintaining such a relationship can be difficult; he is a soldier, after all, and she is from a smaller noble house. But they always find a way to make it work.
Prompt(s): Medieval AU
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 820
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Wolffe watched from the protection of his helmet as Lady Kene made her way down the steps of her home and into the courtyard, trying his best not to look so conspicuous. Dressed in a white, flowy gown, with her rich auburn hair left down, Sunniva was the epitome of grace and beauty. It wasnât often she left the property, preferring to remain home and read, paint, or tend to the gladiolus flowers that grew along the walkways in hopes of avoiding unwanted attention.Â
But alas, Sunniva didnât have much of a choice.Â
She was called upon to sing at some nobleâs soirĂŠe this evening, and of course, Wolffe was chosen for the job. More like he volunteered, but he wasnât going to admit that. When she reached him, the Knight-Commander could pick up the faint scent of jasmine.Â
âGood evening, Commander Wolffe.â She smiles, giving a soft nod. The man in steel discreetly reached over and gave her hand a quick squeeze before letting his fall back to his side.Â
âMy lady.â The armor gave his voice a much different timbre. Mysterious, powerful. âAre you ready to depart?âÂ
Sunniva nods, and he helps her step into the carriage before taking the seat opposite of hers, watching the landscape for any signs of trouble, but the sound of laughter makes him look her way. âIâm sorry, Commander. I donât mean to laugh. But I think I may invest in something with a little more space.â
He looked around the cabin. It was indeed a bit cramped, but not so much that he would be uncomfortable the whole trip. âDo not waste your resources on me, Lady Kene.â His voice was firm, but not so much that it was impolite. âHold onto them for yourself. Iâll be okay.â
The trip was relatively easy, their conversations brief but no less meaningful as she asked about the welfare of his men and he about her paintings. That alone brought a spark to her eyes he couldnât ignore, and Wolffeâs heart raced. Soon, they came up to a fairly large manor, its exterior decorated with fountains, rose bushesâMaker, she hates rosesâand statues. A rather vulgar display of wealth.Â
Wolffe helped Sunniva down the steps before trailing a pace behind her, close enough to protect, but far enough to ward off gossip. Thatâs the last thing she needs. Within moments, Sunniva starts a conversation with the host: a young man of a similar age. He watches with careful eyes, searching for anything that may denote a threat, but he has yet to find one. Plus, Sunniva seems to be more at ease, and the Knight-Commander takes that as a good sign. As she moves about the ballroom, he canât help but follow her.
Itâs hard to look away. Wolffe once told her. Itâs even more difficult when Iâm unable to be by your side.
Soon, she is called to the top of a grand staircase, her heels clicking softly against black and white marble. The room quiets down and Sunniva begins her song, her melodic voice echoing off the walls in a way that reminds him of the cathedrals. The world narrows down to her and only her; the way the light shines off of her auburn hair, loose waves cascading down her back like fire; eyes bright like the blue ice that shone in cavesâŚanything and everything that was Sunniva. When her song ends, the other attendees offer gratitude by way of applause and she retreats back into the crowd.
The event would go long into the night, and Wolffe could easily pick apart when she was starting to feel the exhaustion; slower movements, unfocused gaze, looking like sheâd rather be anywhere than here. Sunnivaâs eyes found his and she gave a brief nod. Thatâs my cue. She turns to some of the ladies she was speaking to. âIâm afraid I must retire for the evening. I do hope you ladies enjoy the rest of your night.â With that, she letâs him guide her back to the carriage. The ride home was silent, aside from the occasional bump in the road, and she winds up leaning against Wolffe, despite the chill of his armor.
âLetâs get you inside, sarad.â Wolffe murmurs where only she could hear before lifting her in his arms and carrying her inside. Compared to the young manâs, Sunnivaâs home was more modestâŚcomfortable, inviting, and warm. He takes her up the stairs and into her bedroom, where he helps her change from the dress into a nightgown. Once sheâs settled, Wolffe removes the helmet and places a kiss against her cheek.
âWill you stay?â
âI will.â He removes the heavy armor, setting it neatly off to the side, leaving him in the basic clothing he wore underneath, and slid under the sheets. The Knight-Commander adjusts himself and throws a heavy arm across her, pulling her close. âSleep well, cyarâika.â
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Authorâs Note: Something short for today, since my work has been running me into the dirt lol. Iâm currently on mobile, so Iâll fix formatting when Iâm home. â¤ď¸
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: Things will get worse before they get better.
Prompt(s): Marriage/Family
Rating: T
Warning(s): Mentions of pregnancy, light angst.
Word Count: 855
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Two years had passed since their relationship truly started and, despite the ongoing war, they were still as head over heels as they were when they met. Yes, they had their disagreements. Sometimes it took them both a while to let go of their stubbornness, but Wolffe and Sunniva never walked away from the other. The worst fight they probably had was when his possessiveness came forth one night while she was performing. In the early days of them.
A man had approached herâfor what reason, she canât rememberâand the conversation had started offâŚokay. Not unpleasant, but itâs clear he only wanted one thing. Wolffe, true to his name and nature, didnât like people approaching what was his. They fought later that night when they got home, raised voices and sharp words. Wolffe, despite his anger, had her stay in their bedroom while he slept on the couch. For the next couple of days, the apartment was silentâtenseâuntil he caught her crying in her sleep. He pulled her close that night, feeling absolutely miserable as he apologized. They talked that morning, as uncomfortable as it was, but they worked through it.
They became more secure with themselves and things were blissful until Order 66. Sunniva recalls seeing the temple on the news, ancient walls blackened with blaster fire. She had tried to contact him, but to no avail. Weeks would turn into months before she would see him on her doorstep, exhausted and grieving with a bandage upon his head. They just held each other that night, nothing spoken, Wolffe tucked into her arms like he had been in the past. âIâm here, my love.â She whispered, pressing her lips to the top of his head.
Eventually, with the help of others, they were able to escape Coruscant and settle down somewhere on Mandalore within Clan Virras. It was tough at first, Sunniva not being used to such labor, and Wolffe unable to abandon his military instincts, but they managed just fine. Things were looking up.
âMarry me.â Wolffe whispered to her, running his hands along her back. It had been a rather active night and Sunniva hadnât moved from where she collapsed on his chest. She blinks once, trying to make sure she heard him correctly. When she made the connection, icy blue eyes widened.
âYes.â She breathed. âAlways yes.â
Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.
They repeated the vows to one another in the middle of the night, moonlight spilling through the curtains. It wasnât what she imagined, mostly the living-on-Mandalore bit, but as long as she had Wolffe, she was happy. Sunniva giggles softly, taking his face in her hands, pressing her forehead to his. âMy husband.â
âMy wife.â Wolffe murmured, almost unsure if this was a dream or not. He holds her close, running his fingers across her back. âNi kar'tayli gar darasuum."
Some odd months pass before Sunniva and Wolffe find themselves holding a smaller version of them both. Black wavy hair, skin a couple of shades lighter than his, but their daughterâs eyes, nose and lips are more reminiscent of Sunniva. The young child happily played with some of her motherâs hair.
âI canât believe I carried her for nine months and she shares more of you than me.â Sunniva teased the day Mirja was born. Wolffe rested his head on hers.
âShe shares us both, sarad.â
He had been a nervous wreck when Sunniva first told him the news. Raising children wasnât a part of their training, and he was terrified that he wouldnât know how to help, but with Sunniva and the others, he managed well. Mirja looked towards Wolffe and stuck her chubby hands out to him, letting out a pitched laugh when he exaggerated his movements. Sunniva could only smile when she watched them.
âWhy donât we go outside for a bit? Itâs lovely weather and Mirja seems to be getting restless.â
Wolffe looks towards the woman he started a life with, his eyes softening. It seems just like yesterday that he pulled her away from some drunken baboon at the gala and now look at them; survived a war, married and they now have a child. He reaches out and pulls her close.
âSounds like a good idea to me, cyarâika.â He looks towards their daughter. âReady, Mirjâika?â
The child lets out an excited squeal as they make their way into the backside of the house, a sense of peace washing over them. He often asked himself what he was fighting forâŚit was this. Himself, Sunniva, and their daughter.
Authorâs Note: Hi, I made myself kind of sad in the beginning. This is so late! I ended up having to work a double shift and it threw me off. đ
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: As Wolffe grapples with his feelings towards Sunniva, he unintentionally creates distance, causing her to worry about their future. But he makes up for it in more than one way.
Prompt(s): Whispered/Look at me
Rating: E
Warnings: Some angst in the beginning, insecurities, then onward to smut.
Word Count: 1420
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Wolffe had been out of sorts these last few days. Sheâs tried asking what was going on and if itâs something she can help with, but all Sunniva got in return was anything but the truth. He would often give her short or vague answers regarding a long day or never-ending reports. She understands that his line of work can be very demanding, and the fact that they got to see each other at all this week was nothing short of a miracle. But, even so, his distance has been gnawing at her.
Dinner goes by relatively silently, aside from the occasional small talk. Afterwards, they clean up the dishes and put them away like always. Except thereâs no banter. Itâs quiet. Uncomfortable. They retreat into the living room, Sunniva standing off to the side of the sectional couch, gripping the hem of her shirt. âWolffe? Can I ask you something?â
âMeshâla?â His gaze finds hers, and he notices the way she grips her shirt. Itâs a nervous habit that he picked up in the early days when they started seeing each other. But it's Sunnivaâs voice and expression that really catches his attention; quiet, her eyes not quite meeting his as she makes herself look smaller. Concern mars Wolffeâs features as he crosses the threshold to her. He takes her smaller hands in his, giving them a small squeeze. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhere do I stand with you?â
Where do I stand with you? That question left him reeling. âWhere donât you stand with me?â Wolffe murmurs, taking her face into his hands. âI see more of you in the world than I did when I first saw you.â
His words chipped away some of the fear that settled around her heart, but the uncertainty remained. âYouâve been so distant lately,â her voice thickens as tears build up in her eyes, âa part of me doubted I still had a spot in your heartâŚâ
Something cold settled around Wolffe the moment she uttered those words. âSunniva, no. You will always have meâheart, mind, body, and soul.â He pulls her tightly against him, resting his chin on her head. âI never meant to put those thoughts in your head. What I feel for you canât be put into words, but I was so worried about the worst outcome...Maker, Sunniva, never again.â The relief is palpable when he feels her arms wrap around him, and he takes in the smell of her perfume, the same jasmine scent that follows her everywhere.
âItâs getting late, sarad.â Wolffe murmurs in a way thatâs only reserved for her. âWhy donât we shower and get some sleep?â
âWill you join me?â
âCouldnât say no to you.â He placed a quick kiss on her forehead before guiding her to the fresher. He gets the water going at a nice and warm temperature before helping her strip with practiced ease before doing the same. They step into the steady stream of water. Lathered loofas run across skin in gentle motions, hands working through hair, a sign that neither one of them are in a rush. Not tonight.
A kiss is shared between them, tender and slow, before Sunniva pulls away just enough, her lips brushing against his. âI love you.â
Three words. Three, small words that made his heart soar. Wolffe looks down at the woman who has made such an impact on his life, eyes full of reverence. âI love you.â His lips find hers once more, pouring every once of emotion into the gesture as he pulls her flush against him. Sunniva eagerly responds, her hands tangling in his hair while his roams further down the curve of her hips. He gives her bottom lip a soft nip. âThis doesnât have to go further. Tell me to stop and I will.â
âI want this, Wolffe.â She whispers, a small shiver crawling down her spine. âI want you.â
âIâm all yours, cyarâika.â He chuckles softly. Just let me take care of you first, yeah?â Sunniva expresses her wish to continue and he lavishes her with affection, little love bites in a line down to her chest.
âWhy wouldnât I be? Iâve got the most beautiful woman covered in my marks.â Wolffe kisses his way down her stomach, hands never missing an inch as he worships the woman before him. When he reaches her thighs, he pauses to gently nip and pull at the soft skin as fingers tease the line of her folds. âSo wet and Iâve barely touched you.â
âDonât teaseâŚâ Sunniva whimpered, trying her damndest to sound firm, but that melted away when she felt his tongue delve inward and a small moan flies past her lips. The sound alone nearly made Wolffe give in, but his patience won out. He continues on as his tongue finds the swollen bundle of nerves, flicking across it before slowly sliding a finger into her wet heat and setting a languid pace. Upon Sunnivaâs plead, he slides in one more digit. He feels her begin to writhe against the wall and pumps his fingers faster. âWolffeâŚâ
She was close. He could feel it in the way her walls squeezed his fingers. âI know you want to.â He husked. âGo ahead, meshâla. I want you to come on my hand.â
His name falls from her lips, crying out in ecstasy and she spasms around his fingers. Wolffeâs movements slow as she rides out her high. âThat was quite the sight.â He husks, moving to stand up. His arms hold Sunniva close to keep her upright. âThink you can give me another?â
Sunniva, her face flushed and pupils blown wide, looked up at him with a coy smile, her nails slowly raking down his chest. âWant to find out?â
âHold on tight.â Wolffe smiles darkly as he grabs her thighs, hoisting her up. Sunnivaâs legs wrap around his waist as he braces her against the wall, his painfully stiff length brushes against her and electricity shoots through him. He leans forward and presses a kiss to her throat, asking if sheâs ready and Sunniva gives him a resounding yes. âDeep breath, ner cyare,â he murmurs. âIâve got you. Squeeze if you need to.â
Wolffe takes his sweet time as he pushes in her, stopping every so often to give her time to adjust. A low groan escapes when their hips finally meet. She feels like absolute perfection.
âIâm okay, love.â Sunniva is slightly breathless from the first time. âIâm okay.â
He nips just below her ear and starts off with a slow pace. âFucking hells, look at you. Taking me so well.â The praise makes her shiver, sinking her nails into his skin. Moans fill the space as their pace increases. Wolffe, with his head buried into her neck, whispered sweet nothings, his fingers digging into her skin as her sounds become embedded in his mind.
âHarder, Wolffe.â Sunniva desperately pleaded, her grip on him tightening. âDonât stop.â
He picks up the pace once more, his hips snapping against hers. âSing for me.â He uttered frantically, feeling his release near. âLet me hear you.â
Her head tilts back as he finds a new angle, coil in her abdomen beginning to tighten, nails leaving their marks as they scratch along his back. âWolffeâŚI-Iâmâ
âLet go, ner karâta.â He pressed his forehead against hers. âIâve got you.â
Sunniva arches off the wall as she falls over the edge, his name a pitched cry as the world slows around her. Wolffe isnât far off, chasing his own release with reckless abandon. When he does, he gives on final thrust, hips stuttering as he empties inside her. When the haze clears, Wolffe realizes what happened. âShitâŚSunnivaâŚâ
âImplant.â She breathes, sagging against him. Wolffe nods before slowly lifting her off, trying to tune out the whimpering before he thinks with the wrong head. He helps her with the rest of the shower, praising how well she did, mindful of sensitive spots. Once they were done, Wolffe dries her off before pulling one of his shirts over her.
âLetâs get you to bed, Sunniva.â He chuckles lightly, lifting her in his arms like so many times before. âIâll be back in a few.â
She watches as his figure disappears into the kitchen, only to return with some water for the both of them. Once he got her to drink, Wolffe slides in and pulls her close before adjusting the comforter. âGet some rest. Iâll be here when you wake.â
Authorâs Note: First time writing something a little steamy! While itâs towards the end, warning label has been placed anyway.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: Wolffe returns from a campaign wounded and spends some time in the medbay before returning to Sunniva. However, things get a little out of handâŚin a good way. Sort of.
Prompt(s): Injury/Almost Kiss/Sexual Tension(?)
Rating: M
Warning(s): Blood/Injury, suggestive content, door pranks suck.
Word Count: 850
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Sunniva felt her hands tighten around the hem of her shirt as Sinker led her through the medbay. She had gotten the call late this evening that they had returned, only for her blood to run cold when they told her what happened to Wolffe. The door slides open with a quick whoosh and sheâs face-to-face with an unconscious Commander. Bruises darken his face and body, cuts stitched shut and bandaged, though some bled through, and an IV in his arm. His sleep, or what counts as sleep, seemed restless; his brow furrowed as his head rolled back and forth.Â
âWhat happened?â Sunniva manages to stutter out.
âAmbush.â Sinker grimaces, eyes dark with what can only be described as anger. âWe allied with the military where we were located. Tried telling their General it was a trap, they didnât listen and, well, you see him.â
Sunniva covers her mouth as she listens to the trooper and a seething rage fills her chest. Itâs unfamiliar, hot, and she doesnât really like it. But itâs all she can manage besides worry. Despite whatever sheâs feeling, the redhead takes a few breathsâher current thoughts arenât going to help Wolffe heal any faster. She pulls up an extra seat and sits close to him, letting her hand rest on the Commanderâs larger one.Â
âYou were on his mind when he was still conscious.â Sinker murmurs, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. âMore worried about you than himself.â
That doesnât ease anything in her mind. In a way, it makes her feel guilty that he wasnât focused on his recovery. She and Sinker are quiet before he gives a soft squeeze and lets them have some time alone. When the door shuts behind them, Sunniva reaches out and tentatively brushes her knuckles against his cheek. âIâm here, Wolffe, Iâm here.â
Itâs maybe a week or two before Wolffe leaves the infirmary, much to the medicâs relief. Sunniva knows he has a rather grouchy reputation, but being bedridden for so long only seemed to increase it. She counts herself lucky that they were able to sneak her in to see him and douse some of that fire. Now, the two of them were huddled up on the couch as Sunniva gently helped clean some of the injuries. He wouldnât hold still, so she opted to straddle him. âThe more you move, the longer itâll take.â
âYouâve got me in a rather compromising spot, Sunniva.â He grins, despite the stinging in his cheek. âItâs a bit difficult not to stay still.â
Sunniva makes a soft humming sound as she places a hand against his non-injured cheek to keep him still. Wolffe relaxes against her palm, languidly tracking her movements. However, when she reaches over for a new bandage, she feels her balance shift and Wolffeâs hands shoot to her hips. For a moment, none of them speak, trying to find the words to navigate the situation. The warmth from his hands did nothing to settle her heart as her eyes met his whiskey and silver ones, heart hammering away against her ribs. Wolffe, on the other hand, couldnât bring himself to focus. Her hands against his chest, warm thighs around him, and the way she looked up there? His pants were becoming uncharacteristically tight as blood rushed elsewhere. He opens his mouth to apologizeâto say somethingâbut she beats him to it.
âIf you keep looking at me like that, Iâd think you were about to eat me.â
âMaybe I am.â Wolffe chuckles lowly, letting his hands travel up underneath her shirt. Sunnivaâs skin felt like heaven against his rough fingertips and he nearly jolts when she lets out a small pleased hum.
âYou canât really keep your hands to yourself can you, Commander?â Sunniva smiles slyly, letting her hands trail down his chest and abdomen. Theyâve felt each other when theyâve shared a bed or just cuddle on the couch, but this was different in the best way possible.
âYou keep talking like that and Iâm not going to be responsible for what I do next.â Wolffe growled and she nearly melted. Sunniva could feel him harden through his clothing and every part of her wanted to grind against him, just to see if she can pull some sort of noise from the Commander. She felt his hands travel along the curves of her body, before effectively pulling her closer.
Wolffe presses their foreheads against each other, taking in her flushed appearance. The air between them is heavy with want as they lean closer to each other, only a hairâs breadth away, before someone bangs on the door harshly and sprints down the hallway.
With his building frustration, Wolffe feels his lips drawn up in a snarl as he glares at the door. Sunniva, on the other hand, can only chuckle as she leans towards his ear. âDonât worry, weâll have plenty more chances.â
Author's Note: Day 2! This honestly just meant to be something simple and lighthearted, but my brain said NO and ran with it. A higher rating because Sunnivaâs part is a little heavy.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: Times have been rough for both of them, but Wolffe assumed that Sunniva would be safer on Coruscant. Oh, how wrong he was. She may not be a soldier, but she was her own set of dangers.
Prompt(s): Cuddling
Rating: T
Warning(s): Mentions of stalking, overall angst
Word Count: 955
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Sunniva looks down at Wolffeâs sleeping form tucked safely away in her arms. Itâs been a couple of months since the gathering, since Sunniva had met the 104th Commander after he managed to pull her away from the unwanted attention of another patron. The two of them had spent the rest of the event in proximity, stealing glances and having quiet conversations. When it was time for them to go their separate ways, they traded personal comm-codes, often sending recorded messages if they were unable to speak directly.
She had learned quickly that Wolffe was rather true to his name, leading his men into battle with an unmatched ferocity, not to mention the protectiveness he exhibited whenever she told him about people who made the night uncomfortable. So when he came back from a rather long campaign, he insisted on taking up bodyguard duty whenever she performed. Sunniva told him he shouldnât have to spend his free time around her, but he replied âSomeone has to keep an eye on youâ.
Wolffe brings safety and resilience, while Sunniva brings patience and warmth. But both of them offer steadfast loyalty to one another. There have been a few times when they questioned their current situation, but were unsure of what to call it. Friends donât look at each other the way they have been. But theyâll cross that bridge when they get to it. Sunniva feels him stir in his sleep and she lets her lithe fingers card through short curls. âRest easy, Wolffe.â She murmurs softly. âIâm here. Youâre safe.â The Commander has been plagued with frequent nightmares, and while theyâve shared many things, these are something he never talks about.
He sighs deeply, relaxing in her embrace, before an arm snakes around her, holding her close.
Another month or so passes before Wolffe returns to Coruscant. He and Sunniva have grown rather close since their first meeting, often coming to each other for things small and large. The redhead had given him the address to her apartment complex, so if Wolffe wanted to stop by, he was more than welcome to. However, when she opened the door this evening, he was greeted by a smile that didnât quite reach her eyes, her voice lacking its usual warmth. She lets him in and he promptly changes out of his armor and into lounge wear. Sunniva didnât speak much that evening, nearly jumping at any loud noise and constantly fiddling with the curtains until he pulled her aside.
âIâm just exhausted, love.â Sunniva sighs. âItâs been a long couple of weeks between traveling and a buildup of inconveniences.â Ranging from dealing with unruly patrons, a rather nasty boss, and dropping her room key between the wall and the elevator. It wasnât quite a lie, but it definitely wasnât the whole truth. Honestly, she feels awful for venting to Wolffe about it, knowing that he has to deal with a lot worse.
The stalwart Commander raises an eyebrow. âI know a lie when I see one, Sunâika. Plus, you blink too often when you do.â His tone came out a little more firm than he intended, so he softened it next time he spoke, his palm coming up and resting on her cheek. âTell me whatâs eating at youâŚI donât like seeing you like this.â
A small tear finally slips down her cheek as she explains that someone had been stalking her for the last couple of weeks. Random letters showing up in her mailbox in the lobby, photographs of her going and leaving, not to mention the threats. âI canât sleep, I canât eat, Iâm too terrified to leave the building!â The words start pouring out, fear and despair in her voice. âI hate bothering you with this because you deal with so much already, butââ Sheâs cut off when Wolffe pulls her tightly against him. Itâs then that Sunniva breaks, sobbing quietly into his chest. To say heâs angry is an understatementâthis man is raging. Not at her, but for her. But she doesnât need rage right now. She needs him.
âIâm here, cyarâika, youâre safe now.â He whispers into her hair, parroting the words sheâs said to him before. They stay like that for a few moments before Wolffe lifts her into his arms and makes his way into the bedroom. Adjusting his hold, he pulls back the comforter and places Sunniva on the bed before crawling in next to her, pulling her close. Her sobs finally slow into soft sniffles as Wolffe brushes hair from her face.
After a few moments, Sunniva feels herself falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat. His voice rumbles against her ear when he speaks. âIâll keep watch. Iâm not going anywhere for a while.â Before she knew it, sleep took over. Once he knew she was out, Wolffe contacted the Guard. Apparently, there has been a string of such things lately, and what Sunniva described was the culprit's MO. The person had been quiet, but Sunnivaâs case made them rather sloppy.
That next morning, the sky had barely begun to lighten when Wolffe woke up to a message stating the culprit had been taken care of. Something close to relief and vindication stirred in his chest. Sunniva was safe for the time being. She stirs softly, blinking wearily up at him. He adjusts the comforter to where sheâs effectively cocooned between it and him, keeping her warm.
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Author's Note: I haven't written in who knows how long, so I apologize for any errors. I wanted this to be a bit longer, but the day escaped from me. This is the first time I have ever written Wolffe, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Sunniva Kene
Summary: The 104th is a part of the security detail for a week-long ball thrown together by the elite. It seems ludicrous to Wolffe at first, but if it means getting to know the soft-spoken singer that's attending...well, he *might* be okay with it.
Prompt(s): First Glimpse/Meeting
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 713
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A trooperâs memory is no joke; it ranges from weapons, medical knowledge, battle plans, and so forth. But for the life of him, Wolffe canât recall when Sunniva began to merge with different aspects of his life. He hears her voice on the holo-net during whatever free time he has; her eyes shone like blue ice when the sun hits them; rich auburn hair brings a certain warmth to porcelain skin.
The event had been going on for a few days now, and Wolffe has seemingly found himself drawn to Sunniva. The way she interacts with others, her laughter, and how she carries herself with quiet confidence. But thereâs a melancholy he couldnât put his finger on, mostly showing up when she thought no one was paying attention. Wolffe often inquired about Sunniva, albeit secretly, but people told him to leave it, or remained tight-lipped. So for now, he watches from afar, listening to the voice that stays in his dreams as she converses with another party-goer.
Sunniva looks rather annoyed.Â
âYouâve got it bad, vod.â A voice says from beside him. Wolffe doesnât recognize the trooper, but he knows theyâre part of the security detail. âYou havenât tried, I donât know, talking to her instead of lurking in the shadows?â To be honest, he has thought about it, but his thoughts got to him first. She wouldnât want to be with someone like you, intimidating, roughâŚscarred. Speaking of rough, an elbow brings him back to reality. âYour damsel seems to be in a bit of distress. See if she needs help before I do.â
âYouâll keep your shebs here.â Wolffe shoots back, ignoring the laughter as he makes his way over to Sunniva. As the Commander nears, he can hear the slight exasperation in her voice as the conversation seems to have no end. When he is close enough, Wolffe clears his throat. âI apologize for the intrusion, maâam, but one of the hosts would like to speak with you.â
Sunniva nods and bids farewell to the senator before letting Wolffe guide her away. When they were finally out of earshot, she lifted her head to gaze towards his visor. âI appreciate the rescue, Commander, more than you realize.â
âOf course, my lady. Though with your expression, I feel I rescued them.â Humor laces Wolffeâs tone. Sunniva chuckles and something in his chest stirs.
âThat you may have. Would you join me on the balcony for a bit?â
âI donât think thatâs wise. People may get the wrong idea.â
Wolffe was silent for a moment before nodding and the two of them made their way towards an empty balcony, shielded by an archway covered with vines and small blooms, the evening sun filtering through in little speckles. His eyes flick over when he hears her take a slow breath. Compared to earlier, Sunniva seems more at ease. Content. âYou seem better.â
âI am. I understand what can come with notoriety, but that person was nothing more than a drunken slimeballâŚand they were starting to get on my nerves.â
Wolffe let out a chuckle before he could stop it. That was something they both had in common, so he understood all too well. But the next thing out of her mouth took him off guard.Â
âYouâve been watching me, Commander. How long has that been going on?â
Observant and straight to the point. Wolffe faces her, helmet-covered head tilted downward. âMore than I can say.. Since the beginning, I suppose.â He watches as she turns just right, the orange sunset making her eyes shine like blue fire. Sunniva is quiet for a moment before she asks to see his face. Wolffe reaches up and disengages his helmet. Sunniva faces a man with tan skin and black military-style hair, a rather large scar running across a cybernetic eye, and an expression thatâs currently dancing on the line of stern and soft.
âThere, now we know what each of us looks like.â She smiles teasingly, and for a moment, she swore the corners of his mouth twitched upward. âMay I have my rescuerâs name?â
The Commander is silent for a bit, but his voice is rougher without the helmet, sending involuntary shivers down her spine. âWolffe.â
Iâve been meaning to make a sequel to this post (https://www.tumblr.com/jvanrynart/784525607821279232/idk-where-this-came-from-tbh-just-felt-like) for a while now, and finally had the motivation to actually sit down and draw it lol.
The CEO of this account does not accept canon deaths, sorry