Moon Goddess
Wolffe had always been known for his stoic persona, the tough exterior with little patients for those who annoyed him—the signature eye roll when attempting to hold back some snarky comment. To the outside world, he was little more than another battle-worn Clone Commander with a brilliant tactical mind and commitment to getting the job done. But to those who truly knew the Wolf Pack’s leader, he was protective, caring, and loyal to the letter. Despite what his rough exterior would say, he enjoyed the quieter moments of shore leave. He enjoyed watching the boys let loose and have fun, even if he did have to break up a few fights or retrieve some from the military prison afterward.
Yet there was one thing Wolffe looked forward to when news of shore leave came. Going to the quiet silver apartment skyscraper not too far from the military base. Visiting the beautiful medic to reside there. (Y/N) was her name, she was a Night Sister from Dathomir. The pair had met when Wolffe had lost his eye at the hands of Ventress, at first he’d been weary of (Y/N), he’d been rude to her, letting his anger and frustration for what happened out on her, despite her doing nothing more than trying to help. (Y/N) had remained calm, listening as he ranted and gently tended to his scarring injury. She’d shown kindness when few other civvi medics would have.
Wolffe could remember his search for her. He’d regrettably not gotten her name then. So when he’d been on shore leave again following his injury, he’d tried to find her. Although hadn’t been successful, he’d asked around. Most of the civvi medics had cowered away from him in fear and likely judgment. Comet, Boost, and Sinker had all offered their help in looking for the medic Wolffe referred to as the mysterious Night Sister. Even Cody had offered to keep an eye out for the Dathomirian woman. Only when word reached Fox, did Wolffe finally find out her name. The Commander of the Coruscant Guard knew her well and was often tasked with escorting her to and from the military base. With her name, also comes the information she’d been temporarily paired with the 187th Legion and had been sent out into the field.
The Commander of the 104th Legion soon pulled himself from the stroll down memory lane, finding himself outside the towering apartment complex. A small grin appeared on his lips, knowing his Moon Goddess would be waiting in the small paradise she’d created on the balcony of her penthouse apartment. A garden that never ceased to amaze Wolffe or bring him a foreign sense of peace. The Coruscant Moon above always bathes the tranquil garden making it appear even more magical than normal.
“You’re late again” came the soft voice of (Y/N) the moment she’d heard him enter her apartment. She’d been reading a book on one of the plush sofas, her eyes never leaving the pages, although the softest of smiles graced her pale lips. Wolffe wasted little time in following his normal routine when visiting the homely apartment. Rigorously taking off his armor and placing each piece in the footlocker (Y/N) had gotten especially for him.
“Could my dear goddess find it in her heart to forgive me?” questioned Wolffe, his words as even as her own had been before. A smirk appeared on his lips upon turning his attention to (Y/N), seeing her perched on the edge of the sofa, she’d previously been spread across, the soft breeze flowing from the open balcony doors blowing her hair slightly. “Forgive me for being late home again” effortlessly worded the battle-worn commander, watching as her eyes shone with surprise, an expression painted on her pale grey features to match. “What?” questioned Wolffe, when her shocked expression didn’t disappear.
“You called this place home” commented (Y/N), her soft grin reappearing, as his word slowly sunk in. Wolffe merely stepped closer to her, his own stern expression seemingly replaced with one of relaxation and undying affection for the woman before him.
“What else would it be?” asked the battle-worn Commander, as he finally came into arms reach of her. Wasting little time in pulling her closer, into the customary affectionate embrace and stealing a kiss from her mere seconds later. (Y/N), offered a small giggle shortly afterward, wasting little time in welcoming him home once more. With little hesitation (Y/N) directed him towards his favorite place, waltzing off toward the kitchen mere seconds later if only to fetch his favorite fruity drink and snacks. “What did I do to deserve such a Goddess?” voiced Wolffe, tearing his gaze from the view from the balcony, only for it to land on a better one.
(Y/N) chuckled as she placed the tray she’d been carrying on the small side table between the two comfy sun loungers. Wolffe wrapped his arms around her from behind, turning her to the view from the paradise the balcony offered. His chin rested on her shoulder as the breeze blew over the pair. The shimmering moon seemed even bigger from there, nothing seemed to overshadow it, not even the noise of the traffic below could disturb the peace to flow over Wolffe now. (Y/N) soon turned her head slightly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Hearing the sigh escape him, knowing he’d be reluctant to leave when the time came again.
“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum cyare’ika” whispered Wolffe, being sure his words were only loud enough for (Y/N) to hear. Ensuring they would remain a secret from the rest of the galaxy. “This war may be cruel and its own brand of torture, but it also brought me to you” effortlessly voiced the Commander of the Wolf pack, his rare softness remaining even when his mind took him to the teasing his brothers had subjected him to. Sinker, Comet, and Boost always with something to say when he’d return to the base when shore leave ended, Fox too would make a comment or two. Cody would simply ask if he knew of another who’d be willing to give him a chance at the same happiness. Whereas Rex would simply give that knowing smile and welcome him back. General Plo had long since worked out what brought an immovable grin to his lips, yet never said a word of it, instead wishing him a good few days away from the war and asking how the shore leave went upon returning.
“Nu nulis tu kian, nuyak, Menuo Massassi” replied (Y/N), speaking a language she was sure most of the galaxy would have forgotten. Although the language had an undesirable reputation of being associated with the Sith, it was also the language of her native Dathomir. Wolffe returned his loving gaze to her, an ire of curiosity glimmering in his golden eyes, highlighted by the moonlight cast upon both of them. “Love you too, my Moon Warrior” repeated (Y/N), once again calling him by his pet name, a name Wolffe only accepted from her.
“When the war’s over, I’m taking you to find that peaceful place you dream about” commented Wolffe, opting not to say the words lingering on the edge of his tongue, knowing his Moon Goddess already knew she was his home. At the same time, the battle-worn Commander began to think about a future with (Y/N), going on an adventure together to find the peaceful paradise she’d dream about almost every night, the calm lake and soundless waterfalls, the endless rolling hills filled with grass blowing in the winds, the towns shattered across the landscape but also blending it to the picturesque scenery around them. A place the war hadn’t reached nor existed. A place where love could be more than a well-kept secret between the two, more than a passing pet name.
“But for now, remember kar’taylir darasuum will ratiin cuyir olar” softly spoke (Y/N) turning herself in Wolffe’s arms, placing her forehead to his, as she gently traced the scar down his eye. Finally allowing herself to be at peace, with the man who had captured her heart and refused to give it back. Instead, he’d entrusted her with his own fragile one, along with the silent promise of loving her for eternity and longer.
