Star Wars: The Clone Wars Oneshots and Imagines (Reader Inserts)

Wolffe - Worried Sick

Summary: You get sick, and Wolffe becomes a little concerned.

(2nd person POV.)

The suns first rays hit your face, waking you from a deep sleep. Opening your eyes slightly, you looked at your chronometer. 6:30 in the morning.

You groan, and turn over, your face colliding with a well-defined chest. Wolffe stirred in his sleep, lazily draping an arm around your shoulder and mindlessly pulling you closer. A smile graced your lips, but was quickly replaced by a frown as a wave of nausea overcame you.

You staggered out of bed and raced to the refresher, just barely making it to the toilet before you threw up.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Wolffe's husky voice call for you, but instead of answering, you just threw up again. You heard footsteps, moving quickly towards you, then a calloused hand pulled your (H/C) hair back from your face gently. Another hand rubbed your back until you were done throwing up.

"Good Morning, Wolffe." you said weakly, turning around to look at him, meeting the gaze of a very concerned Commander, still shirtless and in his sweatpants.

He just sighed, furrowing his eyebrows, and bringing a damp cloth to your lips, gently wiping your mouth. You hummed in contentment. Despite his strength, Wolffe was always so gentle with you.

Deciding you should try to stand, you tried to get off of the refresher floor, but Wolffe stopped you.

"Cyare, let me carry you, you shouldn't be walking when you are this sick." Wolffe said, standing up and holding you by the arms so you wouldn't fall over.

"Sweetheart, I'm fine, I'm not even that si-" You let out a loud squeak as Wolffe scooped you up into his arms bridal style.

You started to protest, but Wolffe cut you off before you could say anything. "(Y/N), You are incredibly pale and I just woke up to you vomiting, you aren't allowed to take a step until you've gotten better." Deciding there was no reasoning with him, you huffed weakly and leaned your head against his chest as you let him carry you back to bed.

Reaching the bed, he laid you down slowly before covering you with a fuzzy (F/C) blanket and softly setting the back of his hand on your forehead. His eyes widened slightly, and he frowned.

"W-whats wrong?" you asked, slightly lightheaded. Wolffe's frown only deepened, becoming more concerned by your sudden stuttering. "You're burning up ner kart'a; I'll be right back, we need to get your fever down."

you looked up your boyfriend blearily. "Promise you will come back soon?" He just smiled. "Of course I will Cyar'ika, I just need to get a couple things." he kissed your forehead, pulled your blanket up to your neck and left.

Yearning for sleep, you closed your eyes and curled up in a ball, shivering and feeling miserable.

You woke up to the sound of a door opening and closing, Wolffe had just returned. Opening your eyes slowly, you saw his blurry form come towards you, and crouch down besides you. Wolffe put a hand on your shoulder, rolling you over so that you were laying on your back and gently placed a wet cloth on your forehead. You closed your eyes once again, sighing in slight relief as you tried to soak in the cool sensation.

you felt the bed dip beside you, and a face nuzzled the side of your neck as an arm made its way around your waist as Wolffe curled up at your side.

"Al'verde, you'll get sick..." you whimpered, not being able to resist leaning into Wolffe's warmth.

"Cyare, I don't give a kriff about my own health. Taking care of you is my top priority, it always has been, and it always will be."

you smiled, you are so grateful to have such a caring boyfriend. "I'm so so lucky to be able to call you mine."

"I'm the lucky one (Y/N), after all you took care of me after I got my scar, the least I can do is help you when you aren't feeling well." You sighed, and tilted your head slightly so that you were looking down at Wolffe. Sighing gently, you reached over and caressed his scar, you smile returning as Wolffe leaning into your finger. After a few minutes of stroking his face, Wolffe grabbed your hand and entwined your fingers with his. "You should get more sleep, you need your strength." As a response you just huffed and pulled yourself closer to him. As you drifted off to sleep, you heard Wolffe whisper to you. "Its alright (Y/N), go to sleep. I'll be here to watch over you."

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Hey Ya'll! I felt like some Wolffe fluff, and I haven't been feeling very well. combine that with some late night writing and overwhelming schoolwork and VOILA! A new Chapter! Once again please feel free to send in a request, it doesn't have to involve a prompt, and I will get it done as soon as I can!

May the force be with you, my lovelies!