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Wolffe: Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Commander Wolffe x Jedi Padawan Reader

Summary: Wolffe just lost his eye to Ventress. He thinks lowly of himself, now. He needs his cyar'ika now more than ever.

Warnings: Just angst; fluff; suggestive theme at the end;

A/N: This is kinda short but oh well

Wolffe rarely cried. He made sure to never show his emotions. He thought it made him weak, and Wolffe was not weak. When he found out his eye was gone and that he had to get a cybernetic one he cried. In front of the rest of the Wolfpack, his general, and pretty much everyone else in the room, including his cyar'ika. Wolffe didn't care at all.

He hated Ventress for what she did to him. He wanted to do damage to her face like she did to his. Wolffe avoided his cyar'ika's gaze. He didn't want to see her reaction to his now ruined face. His face was his pride and joy. The face that made him handsome was now gone. Replaced by a scar and a cybernetic eye. Wolffe didn't know if he'd ever get used to it.

When Wolffe was finally able to get out of the medbay he made ran to his quarters and didn't allow anyone in. He stayed there for hours, in a state of misery and depression. He would stand in front of the mirror in the refresher and glare at his eye.

Knock Knock. Wolffe didn't even bother to open the door. Not that he had time to, because you used the Force and barged right through the door and to Wolffe's mini pity party. One look at him, and you immediately hugged him trying to make him feel loved. Wolffe held on to you his tears soaking your Jedi robe.

"Am I still good enough for you? With this scar and everything? I'm not handsome anymore, why would you still love me? My face is ruined. I'm ruined." Wolffe managed to choke out. His words broke your heart. You hated that he thought less of himself, now.

You cupped his cheek and rested your forehead on his. You looked at his eye and it pained you to know how he felt. "Wolffe, I will always love you. No matter what, you'll always be good enough for me. You're still the same Wolffe that I know. Not only that but I still think you're handsome."

"You're a Jedi and I'm a clone. If we're caught you'd be kicked out of the Jedi Order. If you're going to be in a relationship with someone you should be with someone that could give you everything. I'm just a clone, I share the same face as millions of other people. You deserve someone better." Wolffe breathed out.

You looked at him in shock. "Wolffe, I only want you. Your mine and only mine. I'm yours and only yours. I don't want anyone else, only you."

Wolffe hummed in response before leaning over and kissed your neck. His hand traveled underneath your shirt. "Why don't you show me how much you want me, cyar'ika? Hm? What do you say?" You nodded your head and that was all Wolffe needed to know before he attacked your lips and pulled you into a rough and heated kiss. 

*Taken from my Tumblr. I don't even know what this is but I love this commander so much*