#ask Hound and Grizzer

[massiff-daddy]

grizzer is the cutest massif ever, i don't make the rules :)

Thankfully, @a-1010-is-speaking does make the rules and we can get him to sign off on this 👀

[anstarwar]

Sketch request prompt. (only if you want too)

One of you favorite clones having a self care day or doing something fun.

Love your art, btw. 💕

🥰thank you!

And fav clone you say? I have to go with Hound having a nice spa day, catching up on his stories and sharing ice cream with his best girl Grizzer

Thanks for your request!

[roachsauce]

average day at the corrie hq

[dystopicjumpsuit]

I know I'm late to the game but, trick or treat! Hope you're having an amazing spooky season,

-love, Deeja 🤎🍂🍁🎃🧡

DEEEEJAAAAA!!!!! I was so happy to see you pop up in my inbox!!! Happiest of Halloweens to you, my friend! For you, I have Hound helping Grizzer into her Halloween costume. I hope you love it!

@deejadabbles

[drafthorsemath]

have you seen @matookahitaki 's hound and grizzer?

YES! The freckles?!

For anyone who hasn't seen it, here it is.

[spiralingemptyness]

Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

[blackkatmagic]

For the clone character meme, Fox of course!!! If you've already got him, Tup?

“Have you seen Thorn?” Fox asks, annoyed. A missing senator is normally nothing to call in off-duty troopers over, but Padawan Skywalker is making himself a headache, and Fox is tired of it. Thorn can at least pretend to be polite. Fox can't be bothered, especially to uppity, snarly padawans who give him a headache.

“No, sir,” Hound answers, a step behind Fox with Grizzer at the ready. There's no trail to find, though; Amidala's scent runs up to the start of the port and then disappears. “He’s not answering his comm.”

Fox growls under his breath, because Thorn knows they're not ever supposed to be out of contact. Even being off-duty is a polite fiction to make some of the bleeding hearts in the Senate feel better about running almost a billion men into the ground without pay or the most basic consideration, and Fox is going to get the biggest karking earful about some of his men not being on the case. Particularly since Skywalker managed to get Palpatine’s ear somehow. That’s giving Fox a headache, too.

“Keep trying to reach him,” he orders. Thorn’s the most familiar with Amidala, given his work as her guard on diplomatic missions, and Thire and Stone are both off-planet, so the Guard needs all its commanders working. His comm chimes insistently, and he gives it a dark look, sends back an affirmative, and pulls his helmet back on. “Take the lower platforms, see if you can pick anything up. I'm going to brief the Chancellor.”

“Sir,” Hound answers sharply, and Fox veers off, stalking down the busy corridor. He’s annoyed enough that even watching senators scatter out of the path of his murder-walk isn't satisfying, though, and he mutters a curse under his breath, keying the lift open and stepping in, then turning to level a killing glare at the aide who’s just trying to sidle in.

Immediately, the aide finds something better to be doing, veering off like that was her plan all along, and Fox rolls his eyes. Cowards, all of them. It would be funny if Fox didn’t want to drop-kick every person in this building down a mineshaft.

Something cream and white and gold catches his eyes just before the doors slide shut, and Fox shoves a hand out automatically, something in his chest turning over.

Well. Maybe not every person. That’s a little extreme.

“Commander,” the captain of the Temple Guard says, perfectly polite, tone as warm as ever as he ducks into the lift, careful not to crowd Fox despite his size. “Going to see the Chancellor?”

If Feemor is being sent to see Palpatine as well, it probably means Knight Kenobi bent some ears too, Fox thinks, maybe a little grumpy about it. Not about seeing Feemor, but—a padawan shouldn’t be able to stir up this much of a fuss. If Skywalker was a cadet, he’d get shunted off to sanitation for making so much noise.

“Yeah. About Amidala, right?” he says gruffly, and waves the door shut before anyone else can intrude. His chances to actually get any time alone with Feemor are all like this, stolen moments between crises, and Fox is entirely willing to tweak the rules a little to make the most of them.

If he’d known Feemor was here, he’d have picked a slower lift, too.

Feemor nods, tipping his head to watch the floor numbers rise, and Fox takes the chance to study the way golden hair curls around his throat, slides out from under the white hood like a temptation. “Senator Amidala has always been a friend to the Jedi,” he says, and Fox can hear the smile in his voice. “Whatever I can do to help, I will.”

It’s hardly nothing, having a Jedi Master here to help, and Fox grunts in satisfaction, only partly at the idea of Feemor sticking around for a few hours or a few days. It’s probably wrong to hope that they don’t find Amidala too quickly, but—well. Fox doesn’t give a monkey-rat’s bald ass about a senator, even a relatively decent one. He’s stuck on Coruscant, and they're the sole reason.

“Good,” is all he says, trying to hide his pleasure, since it’s probably not appropriate right now. “If you're willing to come with me to the undercity, I want to check the levels below the Senate Building—”

A jarring, shuddering wrench jolts the whole lift, so sudden and sharp that Fox is thrown right off his feet. He slams bodily into Feemor, feels Feemor hit the wall even as one arm snaps up to hold Fox steady, and feels the sudden, wrenching drop right in his bones. The lift plummets, and Fox snarls, grabs for the waist-height bar but misses as they hit something that spins the lift to one side. The impact hits an instant later, hard enough that Fox’s vision goes black for an instant, and he hears Feemor cry out as metal gives way—

They spill out onto cold metal decking, reeking of rust, and Fox rolls right to his feet, blasters in hand, up and aimed and ready. Feemor is behind him, on the ground and not getting up, and the air is dark and humid and reeks of wet metal in a way the Senate Building never does. Far below it, that probably means, and Fox triggers his helmet lights, then stills in surprise, eyes narrowing.

A clone is sitting in front of an old pile of scrap metal, slumped back against a beam, and it takes Fox a long, long second to recognize Colt, stripped of Rancor’s intricately painted armor, with a pile of something bright and sleek and metallic beside him.

Weapons, Fox realizes belatedly. Colt has a pile of weapons Fox has never seen before next to him, and he’s smeared with ash, arms scattered with slick, shiny burns, his face slack with exhaustion. His eyes are closed, and for an instant Fox almost thinks he’s dead.

Then, with a sound of concern, Feemor is past Fox, limping slightly but quick on his feet. He crouches down next to Colt, raising a hand—

Colt catches it, almost too fast to see, and opens his eyes.

In the darkness, reflecting in Fox’s helmet lights, they shine like forge-fire, an unsettling, unearthly glow.

“Commander?” Feemor asks, quiet, gentle even as Fox’s unease rises, full of teeth. “Are you all right?”

Colt looks right at him, then shifts his gaze, eyes tracking straight to Fox. Then, with a groan and a heave, he shoves to his feet, dragging something up out of the pile with him as he takes a few unsteady steps forward.

“This one’s yours,” he says, and shoves it right into Fox’s hand, so that Fox has to fumble, drop his blaster and catch warm metal before it can clatter down to the floor.

“Colt, what the hell?” he asks, deeply suspicious, because if Rancor Battalion’s top commander is having a mental break—

And then, like a flash of mercury, liquid and hot, something slides off the handle of the axe, drips down his fingers and over his wrist beneath his armor, and Fox wrenches back with a sound of alarm, scrambling to get his gauntlet off, to get whatever is on him away from his skin—

Like molten metal, something iridescent and shimmering settles into his skin, and Fox scrapes with his nails but can't get it off, swears at Colt as he backs away. “I'm going to karking murder you,” he snaps. “Colt, wake the hell up!”

“It’s tradition,” Colt says, like that’s an argument, and it sounds raw, like he’s been breathing in smoke, or maybe like he’s been screaming. “There's—there's a lightsaber crystal I need to find. I rebuilt the hilt, but I can't find it.”

Lightsaber. Something cold fractures in Fox’s chest, and he jerks around, looking for Feemor—

A figure in the shadows. A Mandalorian in rust-red armor, a golden faceplate on his helmet, already reaching. Fox shouts, but Feemor isn't moving, and Fox lunges, swings—

The axe Colt forged cuts right through the Mandalorian like he’s a ghost, and Feemor crumples to his knees, a keening, desperate sound breaking from his throat as he claws at his mask. Something shimmers around him, something rises, and just for an instant Fox can see a man in tattered Jedi robes, more rip than cloth, with brown hair and brown eyes and a black mark seared between his brows. His body is imposed over Feemor's like a hazy afterimage, and he’s reaching for the Mandalorian, expression hard to see but desperate, and the Mandalorian reaches back, seizes him even as he tears his helmet away to reveal grey skin and yellow eyes, simian features. Cups his face—Feemor's face—and kisses him—

Fox tackles Feemor out of the way, right over the edge of the platform without hesitation. One arm tight around Feemor’s chest, the other still clutching Colt's axe, he tumbles down, down, down into darkness, fury biting hot in his veins.

In the whirling darkness of their fall, Fox catches a glimpse of another figure in armor, watching as they near. Red-gold armor this time, bright as copper, wearing a woven cloak with long tassels and a conical helmet, a familiar battleaxe in hand. It’s the twin of the one Fox is holding, and he jerks as they tumble straight towards the Mandalorian—

Fall through him, and Fox feels the sudden crackle of power, as bright and vicious as lightning, eating its way down to his bones. Maybe he screams, or maybe he passes out, or maybe he burns, all the way down with Feemor caught up in his arms and a god in his head, settling in like coming home.

[vodika-vibes]

Hey, Vod'ika!! I saw you reblog memepocalypse's "gentle care" prompts and I saw you suggest requests for underrated clones so I'm here to deliver (numerous times) .

How about a Hound x reader fic where the reader sees him injured after an anti-clone dickhead jumps him with the prompt "I can't believe someone would do this to you"??

Love your work and hope you have a good day/night!!

You Deserve Better

Summary: Hound shows up on your doorstep bleeding, and you help him.

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 986

Warnings: Reader got pregnant at 17, and mentions of domestic abuse and child abuse.

A/N: So I'm not sure this is the greatest fic, I got really dizzy halfway through writing it, but I tried. I hope you like it.

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“Are you okay?” You glance over your shoulder, from where you’re pulling your first aid kit out from under the sink, when you hear your son’s voice, tiny and afraid ask his question. 

“I’m alright, verd’ika,” Hound sounds as jovial as ever, even though his face is covered in bruises. Even though he’s holding a cloth to his face to try and stop the bleeding, “Just a bad day.”

You watch your son watch Hound for a moment, his eyes old and tired in a way that looks out of place on a six-year-old. “Mama will patch you up,” He says, “She’s got a lot of practice.”

“Why don’t you take Grizzer and get ready for bed, Nel?” You ask as you walk over to Hound and set the massive first aid kit on the couch next to him.

Nel looks up at you, “What if the bad man comes here?”

“He won’t.” You smooth your hand over his head, “And if he does, we have Grizzer.” Your son stares at you for a moment longer, and then he nods. You wait until you hear his bedroom door click shut before you focus your attention on Hound.

You pop open the first aid kit and pull on some gloves before you carefully start to tend to his injury. Hound watches you, his gaze darting between your hands and the first aid kit.

“You know,” He offers, “I really only needed you to call my brother. This wasn’t me needing you to take care of me.”

“I don’t mind,” You reply, “Head injuries bleed a lot, so it looks worse than it is. I am a little worried about a concussion, though.” You pull away from him to grab something else out of the kit, “How did this happen? Your armor is supposed to protect you.”

“I was jumped by some anti-war protestor.”

You pause, your gaze snapping to his in disbelief, “What?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s my personal fault that we’re still at war.” Hound jokes with a wry smile.

“That’s…” You take a deep breath to smother your anger before it flares hot, “I can’t believe someone would do this to you.” You say instead.

“People are tired of the war,” Hound replies, “I’m just an easy target.”

You scowl at him, “It’s not right.”

“Of course not. But it is what it is.”

Your scowl deepens. This situation sucks. All of it. You wish you could just take Hound and run away somewhere. Hound and Grizzer.

But there’s nowhere in the galaxy where a clone would be safe.

“So,” Hound interrupts your thoughts, “Where’d you learn how to first aid like this? Nel seems a bit…steady…to need a first aid kit like this.” You’re able to translate his words easily. He means that Nel is too careful to get badly hurt.

And, well, he’s right.

You consider him for a moment, “My ex. Nel’s father. He liked to drink and he didn’t much like me. Or Nel.” 

“You had a kid with someone who hates you?”

“Eh. I was 17, and my implant failed, and then I got guilted into keeping Nel. In truth, he’s the only good thing that came from that relationship. But I stayed with his father for far too long.”

“What happened—ow!” You roll your eyes when Hound jerks away from you when you start to clean his head wound.

“Well, he tried to kick Nel after he was done working out his anger on me,” You reply, “So I took Nel and went to my parents. I stayed with them while my dad and brothers got all of my, and Nel’s, stuff. And I never saw him again.”

“Never?”

“Well, he vanished.” You shrug, “I have a pretty good idea about what happened, but I don’t have any proof. And, really, we’re better off without him.”

“So, you know first aid because you were in an abusive relationship,” Hound says slowly.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. That should have never happened to you.”

“Yeah, well. People are people, and people suck sometimes.” You pull away from him, “Alright, all I need to do is put a bandage on this, and you’ll be all set.”

Hound catches your wrist when you go to put the bacta bandage on his forehead, “You know people are generally good, right cyare?”

“How can you, of all people, think that?” You shake off his hold and press the bandage to his forehead. “You’re a member of the guard, it’s no secret to me that you are all being mistreated by the people who work with you.”

“I mean, sure. People in positions of power suck, but the average person—”

“...you were, quite literally, just jumped by an average person, Hound.”

“...I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

You sigh and tug your gloves off, before gently cupping his face in your hands, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me forever?”

“Silly man, of course I am.” You just wish you could keep him safe. But the only way to do that would be to leave Coruscant, and he’d never leave his brothers.

Hound stands, hand hands dropping to your waist. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better.” You correct him with a gentle smile, “Now, do you want to stay the night? Nel will be thrilled to see you in the morning.”

“Just Nel?”

“Mm, well. I wouldn’t kick you out of bed.”

Hound laughs and leans in so his nose is bumped against yours, “Let me call Fox and get his okay, and then I’d love to stay.”

“Good,” 

He closes the tiny distance between your lips, and you sigh into the kiss. Maybe, if you find a ship big enough, you can steal all of the guards? You're sure your brothers and parents will help. But that’s a problem for later you.

Present you needs to make some food for him to eat.

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[merlincmgirl]

ABO - Hound x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You're just coming into your normal heat and you need your Alpha with you. Only problem is, he's tying up loose ends with Fox when the heat finally hits.

Characters: Hound, Fox, Thorn (mentioned), Grizzler

Pairing: Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 6,379

Warnings: Alpha and Omega dynamics, oral (female receiving), PinV sex, fingering, doggy style, aftercare, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I hope I did Hound proud in this one.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to look after her?” Hound frowned, looking between a joyful Grizzer and a grumpy Fox. It would only be for a few days but damn if he wouldn’t miss his girl.

Taking everything in him to not roll his eyes, Fox answered his little brother. “We’ll be fine. She’ll stay with me while I complete all this flimsiwork” Fox grumbled, nodding to the piles and piles of flimsi and datapads on his desk. Grizzer whined, rubbing her snout along Fox’s calf.

“She needs to be walked regularly, Fox and she has some warm milk before bed to help her after working a case. I asked Thorn to make sure that she’s entertained while I’m gone, you know when you’re guarding the Chancellor” Hound reported, remembering to list off everything that would ensure the massiff would be comfortable during his leave. He hated being away from her, but he trusted his brothers to look after her right.

“Stars Hound, would you kriff off?!” Fox growled, crossing his arms and leaning back on his desk. Grizzer sat up, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gazed at Hound expectantly. Almost like she was encouraging him to go. “Haven’t you got your girl to look after? Shouldn’t it be hitting soon?” Fox reminded, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

Hound glanced at his chrono and winced. “Yeah, you’re right, vod. Are you sure it’s okay for me and Grizzer to be off duty?” Hound asked one more time, knowing how difficult it was when they were down men.

Letting out the long suffering sigh only an elder sibling could, Fox forcefully turned Hound around and shoved him towards the door. “Yes, go look after your cyare, she needs you more than we do right now. Anything short of a Zillo Beast will be dealt with. Now go! You’re making my office a mess just standing here” Fox ordered, tapping Hound’s pauldron affectionately before opening the door and pushing him through it.

He heard Hound spluttering on the other side before he turned to Grizzer. “Alright, girl, let’s get this over with so we can maybe get to the barracks before the next shift starts” Fox groaned, scratching Grizzer’s head as he flopped into his seat. She let out a rumble before collapsing on Fox’s feet under the desk, quite content to nap while her handler was away.

“Cyare? Sorry I’m late, traffic is worse than normal today, go figure. How are you feeling?” Hound called out, kicking his boots off by the door. Already he could smell a sweet scent flooding the air around him. Your heat would be soon, if not here already, from what he could tell.

“Hound?” a small voice called from the bedroom, and Hound quickly gathered the food and water supplies that he had already prepared this morning when your heat was threatening to arrive. It sounded like you were already in your nest, riding the first waves of your heat as you tried to get comfortable. He had already lost a number of blacks to your nest building, but he didn’t mind, as long as his girl was happy and cosy, that was all that mattered.

As he walked into your shared bedroom, he found you in your nest of blankets, pillows and his clothes. You were curled into yourself, clutching the water bottle and burying your head into his pillow as you tried to fight off the cramps.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m here. You’re going to be okay. How are you feeling?” he shushed, placing the supplies next to the bed. They would need to be in easy reach of you and him as you both rode out your heat. He regretted not getting here fast enough, you were obviously uncomfortable already.

Shivering, you reached out for him, wanting to tug him into your nest and scent him. But Hound pulled away, shushing your whines and leaning down to brush his lips against your temple. He had to get all of his ARF armour off first before he could enter your nest.

“Cold… so kriffing cold! And the cramps… nothing’s working Hound” you complained, switching onto your back to try and get comfortable. You huffed as a pillow was stuck under your back and you tugged it out, throwing it to the edge of the nest. However you growled when you realised you wanted it back, there was a space next to you that would be perfect for it when you rolled over onto your side.

Hound must have realised what you wanted, as he picked it up and placed it in the exact spot you were thinking about. It had your Omega instincts purring to know that your Alpha knew you so well, that he could predict your needs and take care of you. Tilting your head, you reached out for him again, letting out a little chirp of interest.

The trooper laughed, slipping off his blacks before finally taking your offered hand, letting you tug him into your nest just how you wanted him. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief, surrounded by all the comforts and luxuries his beautiful Omega had provided in her nest. When she pushed him onto his back and cuddled up into his side, he went willingly, arms coming around to press her tighter into his side.

Throwing your leg around his waist, you buried your nose into the scent gland at the base of his neck, feeling the tension bleed out of your body. You felt more relaxed than you did this morning, as Hound continued to press large warm strokes up and down your back. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that warmed you to your core. It was a lot stronger now that you were going into heat, and you could only just imagine what your own scent was throwing at him.

Hound let out a small purr of contentment as you traced patterns all along his chest. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in your delicious scent of vanilla, peaches and rose after a rainfall. Closing his eyes, he rested one hand on your belly as the cramps seemed to ease up with his presence.

“Was Grizzer okay?” you mumbled into his neck, and it was only Hound’s good hearing that helped him understand what you said.

“She was, cyare. I think she was excited to spend some time with Fox… and Fox with her” Hound admitted, making you chuckle.

“Oh? Have you lost your place as her favourite?” you teased, pulling away to lean up on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful brown eyes, the way they sparkled with amusement and held such love for you all at once had you pressing a kiss to his nose.

Scrunching his nose up and beaming at you, he pulled you back down onto his chest. “Never! She knows who her Daddy is” Hound scoffed, shaking his head at the thought.

His words sent a cramp through you, imagining calling him Daddy in another situation. A very risqué situation that had you both trying to quieten down your moans.

“Sorry, cyare” he winced, kissing your head and soothing the cramps with careful and gentle strokes. “I meant that Fox seemed more relaxed with her around. He definitely has favourites, and Grizzer is one of his favourites. He even lets her around base while the others have to stay in the kennels. Thorn told me he has a bag of massif treats in his belt that he carries around” Hound explained, grinning at his older brothers and the way they spoilt his 2nd best girl.

“When the war is over, we’re going to get Fox a therapy dog” you grinned, feeling the way his chest rumbled and shook as he laughed beneath you. Hearing the way his laugh echoed around your room, you relaxed further into your blankets and his hold of you.

“Good idea, mesh’la. He’d probably cry” Hound agreed, running his hand through your hair before pulling away slightly. “Have you eaten and drunk anything yet, love?” he asked, keeping his tone light and casual in case you thought he was chiding you. Sometimes around your heat, it could leave you pretty distracted and you didn’t always remember to hydrate and eat before it was a full on heat.

“I had some water before you came back. I couldn’t eat anything though, feels like my stomach is rolling every time” you mumbled, grimacing at the thought of food right now.

“Hmm, okay mesh’la. How about we have a light snack and see how you feel later, huh? Will you do that for me?” he suggested, cupping your cheek and running his calloused fingertips over your cheekbone and down across your jaw.

The thought of disappointing your Alpha made you want to whine and you quickly nodded at him in acceptance. Maybe something light would help after all. Your reward was instant, as Hound beamed at your answer, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before turning to grab some supplies.

“Drink at least half of this, then I want you to lie down on my chest” he instructed, getting himself comfortable against the pile of pillows behind him. As he watched you drink down half a bottle of water, he fluffed up the pillows surrounding you in the nest, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you were finished, he helped guide you so that you lay with your back against his chest, so he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

“Here now, my sweetest girl, try some of this. It should help stop any nausea” he suggested, passing over little cubes of meiloorun fruit that he had brought especially just for your heat.

Leaning back into him, he plucked one of the cubes from the tray that rested in your lap, and held it up to your lips. Feeling just how much he loved you and was devoted to you by the small act, you couldn’t help but sigh and open your mouth for him. He continued to hand feed you fruit and snacks until you became full and you shook your head from his gentle fingers.

“You did so well for me, Omega. Got to make sure you have everything you need for when this heat hits” Hound smiled, pressing kisses down from your temple all the way to your chin. You tilted your head to the side, eager to let him explore more. However, before he could move, you let out a loud yawn that you tried to muffle with your hand.

It was no use, there was no way you could disguise that yawn.

Chuckling, Hound shuffled down the nest, getting comfortable as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides. “How about we take a little nap, mesh’la? It’ll help you feel a bit better” he suggested, already hearing the way your breaths started to even out and relax more for him.

“’Kay, but only for a bit” you mumbled, fighting another yawn as you finally felt safe. You were at home, in your nest with Hound wrapped around you and you knew that if something was to come through that door, then he’d protect you. Purring in delight and safety, you finally succumbed to sleep.

When you woke up, it was to the feeling of being too warm, your skin felt hot and sticky against the blankets and you felt so uncomfortable. An ache was rolling in your stomach and you buried your head into the chest underneath you, trying to get comfortable. You knew your heat had well and truly started, as you could feel the slick spread between your thighs and a burning need was starting to creep up your spine.

“Hound” you whined, biting your lip and brushing your nose against his scent gland. The flood of his unique smell had you pressing even closer into your trooper. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that was impossible to find anywhere on Coruscant. But it clung to him like a second skin and you couldn’t help but breath him in deeper.

Hound woke with a snort, eyes blinking rapidly as he woke up suddenly, ready to face whatever was going on. He looked down to see you practically rolled on top of him, your leg hooked around his waist as you buried your face into his neck, letting out quiet sighs. Oh, you were definitely in heat now, he could smell your scent flood the room. The sweet smell of peaches, vanilla and roses on a warm summers day filled the bedroom, and he knew without having to see your face that it wouldn’t be long before the cramps flared up again.

“Shh, it’s alright mesh’la, I’m here. I’ve got you” Hound whispered, stroking up and down your back as he resettled you into his side. The heat coming from you was like a furnace, and already he could feel a thin layer of sweat settling in between you both.

“Please!” you growled, feeling consumed by the heat. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to stave off the arousal that was beginning to drip from you. Already that ache and need was becoming insistent, and you couldn’t help the whine that slipped out at the pain that was starting to build as well.

“Lets get you out of these clothes, huh?” he suggested, pushing himself up onto his knees and gripping the hem of your pyjama shirt. It clung to your skin as he pulled it over your head, and you shivered, burying yourself back into the soft fabrics of your nest. “Nearly done, sweet girl. Lift your hips up for me” Hound instructed, the soothing baritone of his voice helped calm down the instinctual urge to just push him on his back and mount him.

Pushing your hips up, you felt his long, calloused fingers slide beneath the waistline and pull them down off your legs. The material was soaked through with your arousal at the crotch, and it clung to your pussy lips until Hound tugged them free. Groaning, you couldn’t help but let your legs fall open for him, glad to be naked and free from any restrictive clothes.

“Kriffing hells, my little Omega, you’re soaked” Hound cursed, eyes zeroing in on your glistening folds. He stepped out of the nest for a moment, which made you let out a displeased growl. “Just taking these off, mesh’la. It’s okay” he soothed, stripping his blacks off.

He handed them back to you and you focused on putting them in the perfect spot, right by your head so you could be surrounded by his scent and his warmth. Fluffing them out a bit and making sure they were just right was all you could focus on at the moment, needing the nest to be absolutely perfect for you and your Alpha during your heat.

“That’s perfect, my good little Omega, that’s the perfect spot. Can I come back into your nest now?” he asked, a small adoring smile on his face at seeing how you wanted to be surrounded by him. A part of it he knew was your Omega instinct, another part reminded that you were also like this when not ruled by them.

Not wanting to be away from him any longer than you had to, you reached for him, pulling him into the nest now that you had deemed it right. “Hound” you groaned, running your hands over his defined chest to his shoulders before you reached for the bun at the top of his head and pulled it out. His long curls came cascading down, and you soaked in the little sight of pleasure that Hound released at the feel of his hair being free.

Leaning into him, you wrapped an arm around his neck, lowering him down to you until your lips brushed together. It was an electric kiss, and you couldn’t help when your tongue flicked against the seam of his mouth, or when he opened them for you so you could lick into his mouth. Running your tongue over his teeth and swallowing his deep moans, you let out a purr of contentment, as his hands squeezed at your hips, holding you close.

“Lie down, ad’ika” he murmured, barely pulling away enough to get the words out as your lips brushed against each other.

Hound helped lie you on your back, and you whined, running your hands up and down his powerful arms. You wanted him closer to you. “Please, want to feel you” you pouted, knowing he couldn’t resist you when you were looking at him with lust blown eyes.

Hound nodded, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair, pushing it away from your face before curling them around his fingers and pulling slightly. It wasn’t a hard pull but it resulted in you gasping, legs sliding against his as you looked up into his beautiful oak-coloured eyes.

“Mesh’la” he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he felt his cock twitch at the warm, wet heat that was pressed against it. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. Fill you with his cum. Shaking his head, he leaned down to press another kiss to you, this one more passionate as he let out a deep rumble in his chest.

“Alpha!” you breathed, eyes sliding shut at the noise and you ran your hands down his back, feeling the dips and hills of his muscles as he shifted over you. Sighing, you felt him lay kisses along your cheeks, skirting the edge of your jaw before descending down the column of your neck. He tilted your head further back to give him access and you let out an answering moan while his warm, talented lips sucked marks down your neck. He grazed his teeth just over the mating bite he had left on your neck, soothing it with his tongue as you cried out, thighs clamping around his hips at the burst of pleasure that shot through you at his touch.

It was always a sensitive spot on you, and it was of the upmost disgrace if anyone but your mate touched it. Hound enjoyed running his nose along the mark, especially as it always had you writhing in his lap and the sweet smell of your slick punctuating the air. The one on his own neck was always a place he covered up, just in case anyone would see he had a mate and he didn’t want anyone but you touching it. Every time you ran your fingers over the bite or pressed soft kisses along it, he was putty in your hands.

“Stay still for me, Omega, can you do that?” he ordered, pulling slightly on your hair to get you to focus on him. He smiled as you nodded, and he rewarded you with a quick peck on your lips before he pressed kisses all the way down your body. He sucked marks on the curve of your breasts, right where your chest band would sit so you would be reminded of him when your heat dissipated. His fingers tickled down your sides and you giggled, flinching away from his playful touch.

Hound chuckled against your belly, blowing a raspberry on your skin and enjoying the laughter you let out at that. It was so good to hear you happy and having fun, it fed his Alpha instincts to know you were so comfortable with him.

“Alpha!” you grumbled, urging him to get on with it.

“Sorry, mesh’la” he grinned, nipping at your side before sliding down the bed, setting himself between your thighs. He couldn’t help but growl at the intense scent of you hit his nose, it was so strong he could almost taste your slick on his tongue before he even had a chance to move. Nuzzling into your inner thigh, he let out a small sigh before he placed a kiss there.

The ache inside of you was becoming too distracting, and you needed him to get a move on otherwise you would combust. Reaching for his long curls, you tugged on them, bucking your hips up into his face.

“Now, now, my pretty Omega, I said stay still” he chided, hands gliding up from your knee to your thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh in his hands before pushing them open, spreading you wide for him. “Don’t want me to get the cuffs, do you?” he asked, sending you a flirty look from between your legs.

“Kriff! No! I’m sorry” you whined, shaking your head as you tried to stop the rush of want and need that hit you at the sight of him between your spread legs. As you were pulling your hand away from his head, Hound shook his head and reached to stop you, hand enclosing around your wrist.

“No Omega, you can pull my hair. Want to know how much you enjoy it when I get a taste of this delicious cunt” he smirked, giving your wrist a soft squeeze before he went back to work at the apex of your legs.

As you were covered in your own arousal, your heat making you even more drenched than usual, Hound kitten licked around your core. He never ventured too close to where you wanted him, just licking up and tasting the sweet juices that had run from you during your sleep.

Just as you pulled sharply at his head to direct him where you wanted him, Hound slid his fingers between your folds and peeled you open for him. He growled lowly at the sight of how wet you are for him, and he couldn’t help but dive right in. His talented tongue flicked at your clit briefly before falling to your entrance, determined to collect and taste the sweet nectar from the source.

You cried out, hips bucking against his face as he feasted on you. The wet sounds of your desire and the slurping of his mouth was filthy, and if you weren’t already in heat, you’d feel your cheeks flush at the noise. But it was all you could do to hold onto him, your hand coming to clench at the soft blankets and pillows near your head. “Hound! More!” you begged, as he ran his tongue around your entrance, stretching you open on his tongue first.

“Greedy girl” he chuckled, before shooting you a filthy look. His mouth was covered in your arousal, some had even reached his nose. The pupil of his dark eyes were blown, only a small slither of brown showing around his pupil. But he bit his lip playfully before his mouth fell to your bundle of nerves he had until now, ignored.

“FUCK!” you shouted, as Hound lathered your clit with attention, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his shoulders pushed your legs even wider. It seemed like he wanted to drown in your juices, and you believed he could. You felt so slick down there, both his saliva and your own arousal mixing. Heats with Hound was always powerful, messy but extremely satisfying.

“That’s a good girl, let me hear you” Hound purred, the vibrations sending licks of pleasure up your spine at the feel of them against your clit. He pressed two fingers into your soaked entrance, and you whined at the intrusion. Because of his mouth and how wet you was, they glided inside of you. He let out a moan of appreciation as he began curling his fingers up and down, searching for that spot inside of you.

A large gush of arousal spilled out from his fingers as he found it, and you rocked your hips against his hands, chasing the feeling. Gasping at every brush against your sensitive spot, you were surprised when Hound pressed down on your lower stomach, right where your pubic bone was. Instantly everything felt magnified. His fingers felt bigger, the waves of ecstasy he was showing you against your clit felt like it was dialled to a thousand and he kept up the motion – holding you down and fucking you on his fingers.

Tugging at his hair, you tried to writhe under his hand but he was too strong. He kept you in place, licking around his fingers for a moment before returning to your clit. He increased his pace, a third finger sliding in to join the others as he fucked you on his hand.

The sounds that were coming from you would have had you embarrassed at any other time, but right now, in the middle of your heat, you didn’t give a damn. Hound was making you feel so good, made you want to spread your legs more so he could get closer to you.

The coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, leaving you gasping and calling out his name. You didn’t think you would be able to stop the inferno that would rip through you if you fell over the edge of pleasure. “Alpha!” you whined, eyes scrunching up as you tried to last a little longer.

“Cum for me, Omega. Cum for me” Hound growled against your clit, fucking you faster with his three fingers.

His words were all you needed as you screamed, every muscle in your body tightening at your release. Waves and waves of hot, boiling pleasure burnt through your veins, and you could barely register that you were clutching and shaking at Hound, fingers still buried tight inside of your cunt.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you cum, nearly made me finish as well. Love you, my beautiful girl, my wonderful Omega” Hound praised, raining kisses along your face and temples as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your shuddering entrance.

The soft reassuring tones of his voice helped you come back to reality, as he held you against him, whispering praise all along. Warm, strong hands ran up and down your sides as he pressed lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

When you send a short questioning chirp to him, Hound relaxed even more, burying his face against your neck. “You did so well for me, love. How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, content to go at your pace, even though his cock was throbbing for attention.

“Good, so good, Alpha, butt… it’s not enough. Can feel it building again. I need you to knot me” you mumbled, resting a hand on your stomach and already feeling the tightening of muscles underneath your palm.

“Alright, pretty girl, I’ll knot you. Going to tie us together until there’s no way you won’t be carrying my pups” he swore, pulling himself up onto his knees over you. He stared down at you with such a loving look that you blushed, flicking at his leg. He chuckled, unable to stop admiring how perfect you were for him, how beautiful you looked lost in your pleasure. The pleasure that he had created inside of you.

However his chuckle was cut short as your hand slid down his chest, circling his nipple before trailing down his stomach and running through the little hairs underneath his belly button. Your hand slid lower, gripping his velvety hard length and realising that he was spilling pre-cum down his shaft. Sitting up a little, you spat on your palm before taking him once more in your hand. Hound let out a loud groan, his bucking up into your hand.

As you pumped his solid length, you could feel the way he twitched beneath your fingers. On every up stroke you would twist around his head, and Hound struggled now to reach out to grab you, instead twisting his hands into the blankets. With every stroke downwards, you felt the swelling at the base of his cock, his knot beginning to form to lock you two together.

“Mesh’la, baby, stop” Hound panted, hands coming to grip your wrist to stop your fun. You shot him a pout and he chuckled breathlessly. “Keep doing that Omega, and I’ll be finished before I even get inside of you” he reminded, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Want you inside of me” you agreed, nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s what I thought, turn over pretty girl. Hands and knees, little Omega” he instructed, voice dropping low with a hint of Alpha in it.

It had you moving quickly, turning around on your hands and knees and presenting yourself to him. You angled your hips, making sure that he could see just how soaked and swollen you were for him.

“Stars! You look so pretty like this, my beautiful Omega. I can’t believe you picked me to be your Alpha” he breathed in awe, running his hands over the globes of your ass before spreading them for his eyes only. Yes, he was one lucky bastard having you like this all to himself.

“Alpha! Hound! I love you” you reminded him, his words cutting through the fog in your head just enough that you could hear the self-deprecating in it. Your Hound was always thinking that others were better than him, it had been drummed into him since a cadet on Kamino. But you didn’t believe that, he was amazing and special and handsome and yours. And you wouldn’t stop telling him that until he believed you.

“Love you too, mesh’la” he smiled softly, leaning over you to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “Spread your knees a little wider for me, that’s a good girl” he praised, positioning you just how he wanted you to and making sure you were comfortable.

Sighing, you rested your head on the pillows that was soaked in the scent of you and Hound, and you reached behind you to entwine your fingers with those on your hip. It felt so right to have him like this, to be ready for him to fuck you and knot you. The heat would last for a few more days until it sputtered out, but just feeling this close to Hound, having him take care of you and be your Alpha. It meant more to you than he probably knew.

Hound gave a low grunt as he pumped his cock a couple of times before lining himself up against your entrance. Feeling the squeeze of your fingers around his in consent, he began to push his length inside of you. He went steady, not wanting to hurt you as well as not wanting to blow his load too soon. You felt incredible around him. The soft, warm, velvety clutch of your walls around his length had him gritting his teeth, trying to control himself.

“Alpha!” you whined, shoving your hips back as he was taking too long. Hound let out a loud groan, hands squeezing your hips to still you. It did nothing but encourage you, and you spread your legs wider to hand him pressed closer against you.

“Kriff! Karking hells, baby” he hissed, eyes squeezed closed as he took in deep breaths. You were so tight around him, even though he had opened you up. It felt like lava was pressed around him, he needed a moment just to catch his breath. “You okay, Omega?” he asked, running a soothing hand up your spine.

“Will be when you move, come on Alpha. I need your knot, please” you cried, burning desire racing through you at the memories of his knot locking you together.

Hound growled, hands squeezing your hips tightly before he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you. “Greedy little thing, I’ll give you what you need. Only when I’m ready” he said, voice slipping into Alpha tone that had you whimpering and baring your neck for him. Hound didn’t waste the chance, falling over your back and sucking marks along your neck.

You cried out as the position forced his cock deeper inside of you. With every thrust in he was grinding against you, making you clutch at the sheets beneath you to try and hold onto something. Feeling teeth graze your neck, you whined, nodding and hoping he knew you granted permission.

It seemed Hound did because he bit down onto your neck, not enough to break the skin but enough that it would leave a mark come morning. Pulling back, content he had marked you up once more, he began to really fuck into you. Hips driving you further up the nest as he continued to thrust inside your clenching hole with powerful and hard movements.

With every thrust inside of you, pressing deep inside of your core, you could feel his knot swelling, getting bigger and bigger with each roll of his hips. You wanted it so badly, you couldn’t help but buck your hips back into him, hoping it would catch with each slam of his cock inside of you.

Hound couldn’t help the broken moan that fell from his lips as he felt your walls clenching tightly around him. He knew it wouldn't be long, he could already feel his knot swelling and catching on your rim. But he wanted to hear you as you came around him. Twisting his fingers into your hair, he gripped the hair close to your scalp and pulled. The reward was instantaneous, you clenched tight around him and a loud cry of his name fell from your lips.

“Want to hear you” he panted out, pounding into your drenched hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you sobbed out, eyes scrunched shut as you felt your release approaching. With every broken cry forced out of you with his powerful thrusts, you were getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it little Omega, can feel you shaking around me. Go on, cum! Cum for your Alpha” he growled, hand sliding between you to rub at the bundle of nerves that was swollen from his attention.

You were just on the edge, struggling to be pushed over enough to finally reach your orgasm. “Alpha!” you moaned, tears slipping from your face as he grunted in your ear.

“Cum for me, Omega, and I’ll give you my knot” he whispered, words hot and heavy against your ear.

It sent you hurtling over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure washing through you at the way he touched you and encouraged you on. Through your shuddering, you could feel the way that Hound’s knot was catching on your rim. With one, two, three more thrust, it had caught inside of you. Hound hissed out, grinding his cock deep into your quivering channel and shooting his load as he shook above you.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, toppling you onto your side with him while you were still locked together. Hound pulled your hair away from your neck, placing his head there and sighing softly. You smiled, one arm holding the hands around your waist, the other coming to stroke through his long strands. It was perfect, the both of you coming down from your highs, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and racing hearts between you.

When your breathing returned to normal, you turned to look at Hound as best as you could. “I love you, you know that right? I wouldn’t have picked anyone else but you, Hound” you admitted quietly, dragging your fingers over his scalp.

The answering rumble from his chest made you grin, but you needed him to know just how special he was. He buried his head into your neck, pressing a light kiss to one of the marks that he had put there. “I know, I love you too” he breathed, squeezing you tighter to him.

“Good, and I’ll keep telling my big, brave Alpha that until he listens” you teased, the grin breaking into a smile now.

Hound rolled his eyes, nose scrunched up at the words. “God you sound like something from the holonet” he grumbled, shaking his head. Listening to your giggles, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Keeping one hand still wrapped around you, Hound reached for the water bottles and snacks he had set up in easy reach. “Drink this for me, love” he instructed, opening the bottle for you and handing it over.

Eagerly you drunk it down, the water soothing against your throat. It helped centre you a bit more, and you didn’t realise how thirsty you was until Hound was taking the empty bottle from you. “Thanks, I guess I needed that” you muttered, leaning back into his chest. He passed you some of your snacks, keen to keep you full in more ways than one. All these caring actions made your heart flutter in your chest and you ducked your head as you thanked the stars for throwing Hound into your path.

“Got to keep your energy levels up, mesh’la. We’ve got 3 more days of this” he reminded, kissing your shoulder. He cursed when he tried to shift his hips into a more comfortable position. “Kriff, next time I want you to ride me. At least then I can see your pretty face” he grumbled, feeling his knot tug on your pussy.

You whined, gritting your teeth at the feeling of him moving. It flared up some of the latent heat that had been waiting in your core, ready for the next round. “Hound!” you growled, tapping his thigh to keep him still.

“Sorry mesh’la, just wanted to hold you properly while you eat and drink. Want to take care of you properly” Hound apologised, wincing as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides.

“You always take care of me, Hound. Next time we’re face to face because I want to see your pretty face too” you cooed, turning around to brush your lips against his cheeks.

“Alright, alright. That’s the next plan of action. But first finish your snacks” he insisted, pulling you tighter against his chest and sighing heavily as he relaxed back into your nest.

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Blindsided (Hound x reader)

Summary: When you're tackled by a massiff on your morning commute, you never could have predicted it would end in a date.

Pairing: Sgt. Hound x reader

Rating: M but minors DNI

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Grizzer being the bestest girl; reader nearly gets stood up but it works out in the end; Hound being somehow suave and put together and also a mess; suggestive/fade-to-black; first kisses

A/N: This one is for @idoubleswearimawriter ! Hope you enjoy, babes. This was super fun and I know am an Official™ Hound simp. I hope I did him justice!! 

“Grizzer! Ke’mot!” 

The harsh command shouted across the busy Coruscant square makes heads turn, yours included. Just in time, too—there’s a flash of muted browns and a streak of pink before you’re tackled to the ground. Your belongings scatter, and you just manage to avoid cracking your head on the steel walkway. Dull pain blooms everywhere else, though. For a moment, anger flares inside you. Who let their pet off its leash? 

Then, a warm, sandpapery tongue licks the side of your face. Giggling, you hold your hands up to ward off the obviously dangerous attack, anger fizzling into delight. You push yourself into a sitting position to find yourself face-to-face with a very wiggly massiff who, upon realizing you’re not hurt, turns her entire body to thump her rear against you. The look she gives you over her shoulder seems to be pleading: C’mon, give me scritches! And who are you to deny such a request?

Glancing around, you discover with belated embarrassment that you’re the center of attention. At least bystanders are beginning to lose interest and drift away, resuming their commutes. A single person being knocked prone by a K-9 massiff is barely enough to result in petty gossip on Coruscant. 

Hang on, K-9? You do a double take—sure enough, on the massiff’s harness are the two letters emblazoned in bold white font. 

“Am I in trouble, huh, girl?” you ask the massiff.

“Grizzer!”

Snapping your head up, you locate the source of the gruff voice. Cutting through the crowd like a vibroknife is one of the Coruscant Guard; helmeted, but the design is unlike any of the other troopers you’ve observed from afar. The side plates extend down, painted in the visage of a snarling massiff; a red stripe runs down the center of his visor. He halts a few feet away, fists planted on his hips. 

You clack your jaw shut, realizing you’re staring. “This your dog?”

The massiff, Grizzer you assume, whines quietly. She takes her weight off of you but remains close as she snuffles at your pockets.

“Grizzer,” the trooper repeats, his voice cold and unforgiving through the vocabulator, “gev.”

Reluctantly, Grizzer trots to her handler, her head hanging low, tongue lolling between her teeth. She settles at his feet, her eyes trained on his helmeted face. 

The trooper raises his head so his visor fixes you with a blank, impersonal stare. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” you say. A groan slips from your throat as you stand, pain flaring in your tailbone, but you wave away the concerned way the trooper takes a step forward. “I’m fine, just took me by surprise.”

“She’s normally well-behaved,” he says. “I don’t know what got into her.”

Chuckling as you rub your sore coccyx, you shrug. “Whatever it is, I promise I’m not carrying anything illegal.”

“I should hope not,” he says, “otherwise I’d have to arrest you.”

Your laugh turns awkward. “It might just be the massiff treats in my pocket.”

“The—what? Why do you have that?” The tone of his voice is incredulous and suspicious, like he’s never met someone else who carries the specially formulated treats.

“I work at an animal rescue,” you explain.

“Right,” he says. “Understood.”

Silence slithers between the two of you for a long, uncomfortable moment. Your skin prickles where you imagine the trooper’s gaze to be trailing over you. 

You clear your throat. “Right. Yes. Well, I should—”

“Of course. I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright,” you assure. Plucking your bag from where it fell from your grasp, you give the trooper a little wave, then glance down at the massiff. Fishing a now-smushed treat from your pocket, you toss it to her. She snaps it out of the air with lightning-quick reflexes. “Keep an eye on her.”

“I will,” he says with a curt nod.

And that’s that. You gather the rest of your belongings and watch as the trooper leads the massiff away without a second glance. Sighing, you turn away, putting the incident from your mind as you hurry to work. 

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A week later, standing in line at your favorite caf shop, you huddle beneath your umbrella as rain cascades from the sky. It’s your day off, the first one you’ve had in weeks, and of course the weather has to be shitty. You’re doing your best to not let it affect your mood. You don’t want to spend the day wallowing. But, you reflect with a sigh, moving with the line, that’s easier said than done.

The wind is cold as it whips through the narrow street, but the rain is colder where it mists onto your exposed face. Shivering, you turn your head away from the breeze—

And catch sight of a familiar duo. Motionless beneath the neighboring shop’s awning, stand Grizzer and her helmeted handler. You glance away, hoping your moment of ogling went unnoticed. By the time you reach the front of the line and order your usual hot drink and pastry, you think you’re in the clear. 

“Five credits,” the barista says. 

Fishing in your pocket for your money, you fail to notice the armored presence sidle up alongside you until he speaks. 

“Bill that to the Chancellor’s office,” he says.

Behind the counter, the barista pops her bubblegum and gives a shrug, while you gape at the trooper. 

“I— What—?”

“I never said sorry last week,” he says, like that explains everything. 

You frown. “You did, though.” 

“Did I?” He rubs the back of his neck, and the gesture makes your stomach squirm pleasantly for some reason. “Hah. Coulda swore I... Well. Grizzer didn’t apologize, now did she?” 

Arching an eyebrow, you fix him with a level, deadpan stare. It’s cute, actually, the way that he’s trying to be nice, and while his technique is certainly interesting, you’re unsure of his actual motivations. He fidgets under your gaze. Fiddling with the loop of Grizzer’s leash, he drops his head. 

“Thank you,” you finally say, putting him out of his misery. 

Cradling the umbrella in the crook of your arm, you accept your items from the barista with a grateful smile. The trooper hurries to get out of your way as you step out of line, not wanting to make yet another scene. At your hip, Grizzer nuzzles you, an intelligent light shining in her eyes.

“Oh, ah.” You fumble for a moment but you manage to get your pastry tucked beneath your arm so that you can lean down awkwardly to give Grizzer a pat on her head. “Hey, girl. I don’t have any treats on me today. You been good? Have you tackled any more strangers?” 

She pants happily and licks your hand. You snort.

You can feel the trooper’s gaze heavy on your face while you lavish affection on the massiff, and you suppress a shiver. While you’ve never really interacted with the clone troopers much, you’ve heard second- and third-hand accounts of how helpful the Coruscant Guard is in particular. Clearly, they train well not only in combat but also in manners, if your mystery man is any indication. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, still keeping your attention on Grizzer. 

“Hound,” he says, and his tone makes you think no one has ever asked him that before. No civilian, anyway. 

“Hound,” you repeat, a smile ghosting your lips. When you give him your name in return, he nods once. 

“I should let you get back to your day,” he says. 

You’re about to agree, about to make some lame joke about how he’s probably got more important duties than babysitting you, but something makes you pause. Maybe it’s the way that Grizzer leans her body against your leg, or maybe it’s the butterflies that continue to beat against the insides of your stomach after Hound’s display of shyness a few moments ago, but you find a giddy kind of warmth well up in your chest. 

So instead, you say, “Do you— I mean, are clones given time off?”

His helmet snaps to you; you have his full attention. “Why do you ask?” 

“I was just thinking that...” You chew at the inside of your cheek, suddenly bashful. “Oh, I dunno. I was hoping maybe I could buy you a drink to say thank you.” 

“You already said it.” His voice sounds reserved, cautious.

Throwing your own caution to the wind, cold as it is, you flutter your eyelashes, ignoring the way your heart pounds in your chest. “Sure, but I didn’t tell Grizzer, did I?”

He seems to get the hint. “Oh. Well. Yes. I mean, no. I mean— Kriff. Yes, clones get time off. I’m off duty tonight, around 7.” 

“Great.” You smile at him, wide and genuine, and he seems to relax. “I’ll meet you at Dex’s at 8, then.” 

---

Eight o’clock comes and goes. You’d arrived to Dex’s early to snag a good booth, not one that would give the impression that this is anything more than a light-hearted get-together with a man whose face you’ve never seen (because no, you don’t count the fact that they’re clones—they’re unique individuals), but also not one so close to the front door as to give the idea that you want an easy escape route.

The server droid had only waited so long before prompting you to order or get out. So you ordered. May as well make the most of the situation, right? At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself as you pick at your meal. Normally, Dex’s is one of your favorites, a guilty pleasure. But tonight, the comfort of the greasy food does little to quell the sting that pulses through you with each beat of your heart. 

Foolish. Stupid, silly, naive of you to hinge any expectations on this meeting. It had been a spur of the moment decision, certainly not one that you’d normally entertain for yourself, so why does his absence leave such a bitter taste in your mouth?

Not wanting to go back to your apartment, though, you sigh and spend a few hours scrolling on your datapad. Grateful you’d thought to bring it with you, you’re able to catch up on the latest holoforums you’re a part of. By the time the clock reads 10, you sigh, locking the device and leaving a handful of credits on the table for the server droid. 

At least the rain has let up. Where the ground is still slick and puddled with rainwater, you trudge through, splashing yourself. The sky remains heavy with pregnant clouds, oppressive in their proximity to the city. 

The bright neon lights of Dex’s sheds illumination for dozens of feet, and you’re still within that radius when a voice calls your name. You pause, frowning. Again, your name echoes to you, and when you turn, your eyes widen at the sight awaiting you.

Hound—because it can only be Hound, being the only clone trooper you’ve ever talked to—jogs through puddles, his heavy boots thudding on the permacrete ground. Gone is his armor; instead, he wears a tight-fitting black tee (is that a tattoo you see peeking out on the inside of his bicep?), muted green combat pants, and, draped over one arm, a black leather jacket. His dark curls coil nearly to his shoulders, bouncing with each step as he stumbles to a halt in front of you. Panting, he peers up at you through his eyelashes, hands on his knees. 

“Hound?” you ask, equal parts confused, bewildered, and hurt. 

“I’m so sorry, mesh’la,” he says. Without the filter of the helmet, his voice is deep and rich, with the barest hint of gruffness, an old engine turning over for the first time in years. “Huge security incident right before my shift ended. I couldn’t get away.” 

You wait until he catches his breath to respond. Once he stands up straight once more, his weathered and lined face pinched with concern, you sigh. 

“S’alright,” you say. 

He shakes his head. “Next time, I’ll need your comm so I can let you know.” 

“Next time?” you say, the barest hint of a grin tugging at your lips. 

“If you want there to be one,” he immediately says. “Kriff, I— I’m not good at this.”

Warmth surges through your fingertips at his admission. Shaking away the funk you’ve been in for the past few hours, you offer him your hand. “C’mon.” 

He blinks at your outstretched palm. “What?”

“Come on,” you say again. “I don’t think I can sit in Dex’s any more tonight, but I’ve got food at home if you’re hungry.” 

Tentatively, like he’s afraid you’ll explode into smoke when he touches you, he reaches for your hand. His skin is rough and hot against yours, his fingers calloused from years of training. Adding to the texture is a massive scar that travels from his palm all the way up to the outside of his forearm near his elbow; he must see the way your eyes widen when you spot it because he chuckles breathlessly. 

“I, uh, got that from a training accident,” he says. “Over-eager massiff puppy.”

Nodding, you can only tug him along with you as you lead the way back to your apartment. If he were anyone else, you’d never even consider bringing him home like this; but he’s a member of the Coruscant Guard. And besides, you’ve already thrown out any expectations for this to be a normal night. 

The air is humid and thick as you walk, both a promise and a reminder of rain. Your skin feels sticky. Next to you, Hound seems lost in thought, impervious and oblivious to the world around him. 

You nudge him gently with your shoulder. “Credit for your thoughts?” 

He blinks at you. “Sorry. Just... can I be honest with you?”

“Sure.” You keep your eyes facing forward, perplexed by his question. 

“I’m glad Grizzer clobbered you.” 

You laugh, loud and genuine, your head thrown back. And once you start, you can’t stop, the giggles bubbling up your chest without end. Tears dew at the corners of your eyes. Hound digs his heels in and stops walking, pulling you to a stop as well. 

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasp out. “That’s a very apt word for what she did. And not at all what I expected you to say.”

His wounded expression softens slightly. “Well, what did you expect?” 

Hiccuping, you shrug. “I dunno. Not that, though. I apologize for laughing. Please, continue.” 

He squints at you like he’s unsure of whether he should believe you, but then he sighs. “Alright. I was saying, that I’m glad she did that, because then I wouldn’t have been able to meet you.”

That sobers you up. Biting at your bottom lip, you smile, but say nothing, sensing there’s more he wants to say. 

“My vod’e—brothers, they teased the hell outta me for letting Grizzer get loose,” he says. He rubs the back of his neck, the same gesture that first endeared him to you earlier today. “But if it means that I got to buy someone as attractive as you their coffee, worth it.”

“Technically, you charged it to the Chancellor’s office,” you remark, smile turning wry. 

“Have you never heard the phrase ‘it’s the thought that counts’?” 

You snort. “Point taken.”

The two of you begin walking again, palms still pressed together. Against your skin, his heat is a comfort, holding at bay any chill the night air seems determined to impart. You sneak a glance at him. In the yellow glow of the streetlights, his tanned skin glows, ethereal, beautiful. 

“Hey,” you say, voice soft, “I’m glad I met you, too.”

The look he gives you makes your breath catch. Swallowing against the sudden lump in your throat, you tug him along, walking faster. Your apartment isn’t far from here, and you want as much time as you can afford getting to know this man.

--- 

You make him a quick dinner, nothing fancy, but he wolfs it down with voracity and gumption, a look of bliss scrawled over his features. As you lean your forearms on your kitchen counter, you can’t help the small spark of attraction that kindles to life deep in your belly. He looks so...at peace in your small apartment, tanned skin glowing in the incandescent lights caged above the kitchen island.

A thought occurs to you, and you startle into action. “Oh! I almost forgot!”

Hound hums his curiosity, mouth still full of food. 

“I promised you a thank-you drink,” you say over your shoulder. Rummaging through your cabinets, you snag two dusty shot glasses and a half-empty bottle of dark whiskey. You rinse the glasses, then, with only a few spilled drops, pour two shots. 

Hound places his empty bowl in the sink. He crooks one eyebrow at you. “When was the last time you drank this?” 

Squinting in thought, you pause with the small glass perched between your fingers. “I...honestly couldn’t tell you.” 

“Well,” he says, a warm, teasing smile ghosting over his features, “suppose I should feel honored.”

Clink. Knocking back the shot, you shudder at the burn of the alcohol as it slides down your throat. It settles with comfortable heat in your stomach. Hound grimaces, sucking his teeth. 

“Kark,” he mutters. “I can see why you don’t drink it often.” 

Chuckling, you shake your head. “C’mon. I’ve got some sweets we can wash it down with.” 

You retrieve an unopened box of chocolates and rip open the packaging as you lead the way to the sofa. You settle into one corner of the plush couch, and Hound curls into the opposite corner; you perch the chocolates on the cushion between you. He looks...good, relaxing into your couch the way he is.

Emboldened by the strong alcohol now coursing in your system, you gesture to the sweets. “Wanna play a game?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“The rules.” 

You snort. “The rules are that you only get to eat a chocolate if you answer a question the other person asks. If you don’t answer, you don’t eat.”

Hound’s eyebrows twitch upward as if in curiosity. “What kinds of questions?” 

Shrugging, you gesture vaguely around the room. “Whatever you want to know.” 

“I already know what your job is and where you live,” he muses. “And what pastry you like. What else is there to know?”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to decide if he’s being facetious or if he genuinely just has no interest in learning more about you. Kriff, have you misread this entire situation? Your palms begin to sweat. 

Then his face breaks into a sly grin. “I’m kidding. C’mon. Ask me a question.”

“Dick,” you mutter, giving him a playful glance. Then, you sigh. “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Really, that’s what you want to know?” He rolls his eyes, giving an exaggerated head roll to go with it. “Of all the questions you could possibly ask—”

“It’s a perfectly acceptable question!” you interrupt, outraged. “Let’s see you ask something better then!”

He huffs. “Fine. What was the name of your first massiff?”

Suppressing an eye roll of your own, you sigh and pluck a chocolate from the box. “Spike.” 

“How original.” 

“I was a child!”

“So was I.” A grin plays at his lips. 

“Yeah? What did you name yours?” you challenge, then pop the chocolate into your mouth. 

He’s silent for a few seconds too long, his eyes looking everywhere but at you, and a victorious grin curls over your lips. 

“You named yours Spike, too, didn’t you?” 

“Maybe,” he grumbles.

Laughing, you nudge the box of chocolates towards him. “Technically, that was a question.”

He inspects the box. Once he chooses his first sweet and bites into it, his eyes slide shut and he groans in appreciation. Your core pleasantly lurches at the sound. 

And so the game goes. You swap stories about your youth: his training on Kamino, your upbringing in the Coruscanti upper levels. You tell him about your dreams for the future, and he muses, however briefly, on what the end of the war might bring for clones. At some point, the chocolate supply dwindles, until there’s only one left.

Mostly you talk about massiffs. His eyes light up when he recounts memories of Boomer, Tusk, and Spike, and his early days with Grizzer. His enthusiasm and passion for the creatures is infectious; you find yourself entranced by the direct gestures he uses, the sweep of his tongue over his lips when he pauses between sentences, the sparkle in his eye when he recalls a particularly feisty massiff. In your chest, your heart pounds. You’ve never been able to resist a man who is good at his job and passionate about it to boot.

“There’s that look again,” he says softly, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

Heat flushes up your neck to your face. “What look?” 

“The one you just gave me,” he says with a teasing smirk. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Which is, of course, a lie. If you had to guess, you were giving him bedroom eyes.

“That so?”

You hum in affirmation. 

His topaz gaze holds your own for a few moments longer than necessary. The uncomfortable, embarrassed heat in your face morphs into something more pleasant, more aroused. Letting your gaze wander, you catch the shallow breaths he takes, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips yet again, the fist he clenches along the back of the sofa. When you meet his eyes again, they’re darker. 

“Hound?” 

“Yes, mesh’la?” 

A shiver dances up your spine, his voice taking on a rumbling quality. “One more question for you.” 

“Ask away.” His gaze searches your features. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He blinks at you, full lips parting in surprise. Then, quicker than you can react, he snatches the very last chocolate in the box and stuffs it in his mouth. “Yesth,” he lisps around it.

Heart leaping up into your throat, you carefully set the now empty tray of sweets on the coffee table, then crawl across the couch cushions to him. He watches with half-lidded eyes and shifts to face you, stretching his legs beneath your form. Straddling his hips, you gently, uncertainly, rest your hands on his broad shoulders. His hands find home at your waist—not low enough to touch you anywhere you don’t want, but their solidness and warmth make you shudder with delight. 

“If that’s okay, I mean,” you breathe out. This close, you can see the flecks of darker brown in his golden eyes, and count the freckles on his nose. 

“Please,” he murmurs. 

Tilting your head down, you brush your lips against his, testing. A groan rumbles out of his chest; his arms slide around you in an enveloping embrace, hugging you closer. His mouth moves against yours softly yet no less intensely for it. You whimper, head spinning. 

When you pull away, you don’t move very far, Hound’s arms still wrapped solidly around you. He gives you a soft, timid smile—so unlike the gruff, sarcastic trooper who’s been trading quips with you all night. Rubbing your thumb over his cheek, you return the smile. 

Ignoring the surge of need in your lower belly, you sigh. “I need you to know I don’t normally do this.” 

“I believe you,” he says, tone as quiet as yours. “But I want you to.”

Searching his eyes, you find nothing there but sincerity and the beginnings of lust. Capturing his lips in another kiss, you give yourself to this strong, stolid, snarky man. He carries you to your room, undressing you reverently, lavishing your skin with kisses and praise. His hands are everywhere, grabbing, squeezing, feeling you; in return, your own hands roam his toned body, delighting in the rippling muscle beneath his skin. 

And when he slides home within you, you both sigh, fingers twined together. He draws you, slow and languid and breathless, to the edge again and again, murmuring sweet praises in your ear.

After, pressed to his sweaty skin, chest heaving with exertion, you kiss each of his fingertips. Under your ear, his heart beats loud and steady; slowly, its rate lowers as you both unwind. He trails his hand over the expanse of your back. Rubbing in methodical strokes, his touch lulls you to the brink of sleep. 

You startle yourself awake. “Hound?” 

“Yes, mesh’la?” he murmurs. 

“Remind me to give Grizzer extra treats,” you say, voice thick with sleep. 

He chuckles, the sound rumbly and smoky beneath your ear. “I will, mesh’la. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Mmkay.” Yawning, you curl tighter against his side, and drift to sleep, your dreams filled with playful massiff pups and Hound, the steadfast trainer.

---

Mando'a: 

Ke'mot - "halt!" (used as 'heel' for Grizzer)

Gev - Stop it! Pack it in! (more severe a command than ke’mot for Grizzer)

[massiff-daddy]

Does Grizzer like meeting other animals?

It depends, she LOVES tookas, for example. When we're on patrol you can tell it takes all of her training not to run up to every stray we see (but she always stays focused, like a good girl).

But other massiffs? It's hit or miss, depending on how well behaved the other massiff is she'll either get very territorial or she treats them with polite caution. I think it comes from being the runt of her litter, always seeing others as competition, ya know?

[tereox]

Warmup #13

Rating: T

Summary: Coruscant is haunted. The ghosts aren't bothering the Corries so they just go with the flow. What are they gonna do? Assassinate- oh.. Oh. Good riddance.

~~~

Fox picked up his mug of caff and paused when he realised that it was still warm. He could have sworn he'd put that there hours ago.

He looked around the glorified storage closet that was his office. "Vor'e." He whispered to the empty room.

He went back to work, the mug warming his hand.

~~~

"Kriff, I need-" Thread shoved his arm into the cabinet he knew was empty. He'd checked it several times but he needed that bacta, the vod'ika sprawled on the medical cot wouldn't make it.

Against all odds, his hand caught on something solid. He tugged the item out of the cabinet and spared only a fraction of a second to stare at the bacta. Then he threw himself out of the storage closet and held up the bacta like it would bring them salvation.

It would, for this particular vod'ika.

~~~

"You have no idea what I'm capable of." The senator sneered, tugging their fancy cape away from Grizzer. "I will have that beast put down."

Hound carefully tugged Grizzer back, pushing down the panic rising in him in the same motion. "Sir, she's trained to detect illegal substances and you-"

The senator whirled around to face him and their foot caught on something.

There was an aborted attempt to reach for them, but Hound could only watch as they tumbled off the platform. If there had ever been a good place for a railing on Coruscant, it would have been there.

… he should call that in.

~~~

Thire's patrol route was the same every Taungsday. It was a security risk, but with how scheduling worked it was difficult to change.

He caught a glint out of the corner of his eye and grabbed his patrol buddy's arm, wrenching them behind cover.

Paperclip stayed down. "What did you see?"

"Glint, might have been a sniper."

"Ah."

Thire reached for his comm and called in backup. Better safe than dead.

There ended up being no sniper. However, several blocks further, an ambush had been laid. He should ask Fox to have his patrol route adjusted.

~~~

Fox placed down his stylus and ran a hand down his face. He was dead tired. There were.. way too many things he still had to do before passing out in his bunk for a couple hours. He couldn't allow himself to stop now.

He grabbed one of the more important datapads and reached for his stylus. His fingers touched the empty desk.

Fox frowned and looked over. His stylus wasn't where he'd left it. Maybe his desk had gotten slanted from the constant pressure of hundreds of datapads and pieces of flimsi on top of it.

He leaned over to check and did not find his stylus. That sucked, it had been his favourite stylus. Oh well.

He went to open his desk drawer to get a new one but it wouldn't budge. Something slapped him in the face and that was his stylus!

Fox jumped up in a vain attempt to grab the floating object but he only got a wave of nausea rolling through him.

Maybe.. maybe he should go to sleep.

~~~

"The security cameras show it flew across the room and embedded itself right in the Chancellor's heart. There was no one who could have thrown it. The Chancellor was in his office by himself."

Fox silenced the thought of his floating stylus and nodded dutifully. "We'll keep an eye out for an invisible assailant."

Even a CorSec officer should have caught the sarcasm in that.

~~~

Mando'a vor'e - thanks vod'ika - little sibling

[clone-anon]

I received a request for something platonic with Fox, Thire, Thorn, and Hound and an artistic padawan!reader, so here goes. Obviously Grizzer is going to be there too.

You usually kept a low profile when you were out of the Jedi temple.  You sat not far from some clones you knew well, but didn’t go over and say hi, hoping you could capture them in the moment.  Thire, Thorn, Hound, and Fox all sat around a table eating lunch and you were tucked away in a chair off in the corner.  You made a quick sketch of them and then filled in some details.  It must be a pretty good day because they were all smiling and joking.  

Somehow, Hound had managed to get Grizzer in here and the massiff sat next to the table waiting for any scraps.  It wasn’t long before you could tell the massiff smelled something, turning around, sniffing in the air.  That something turned out to be you.  Grizzer smiled and bounded toward you.

“Grizzer!” Hound jumped up and followed, assuming his massif was up to no good.  He sighed a little when he saw you, feeling relieved.

“Oh good,” Hound said.  “It’s you. Don’t need to get kicked out of here over an upset stranger.”

You gave Grizzer some good scritches and the massiff snuggled up to you, seemingly looking at your sketch. 

“What’s that,” Hound asked.

“Oh, I umm,” you got a little shy, but he had already seen, so you let him have a better look.

“Hey boys,” he waved to the others. “Get over here. Look at this.”

Thorn, Thire, and Fox all came over and looked at your work.

“You managed to capture each of us,” Thorn said quietly.

“We look like brothers but individuals,” Thire added.

“You made me look less tired,” Fox joked and Thorn bumped his arm with a smirk.

“Look at Grizzer,” Hound said. “Look at that perfect face.  Such a wonderful likeness.”

“Can we have a copy,” Thire asked.

You hadn’t even considered it.  It was just a sketch and unbeknownst to them, you sketch them and their brothers quite a lot.

“Sure,” you said, smiling.

“Do you have any others,” Fox asked.

“Well, yeah,” you admitted.

They waited while you pulled out other sketches and they relived the moments you had captured.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Trick-or-Treat Masterlist

That's a wrap on my trick-or-treat ask party! I hope you all have a glorious Halloween! Thank you so much to everyone who trick-or-treated in my inbox; I had such a lovely and creative October thanks to you, and I had the best time creating your treats.

If you had told me one month ago that I would create twenty-three unique projects in 29 days, I wouldn't have believed you, but I did it, and not to toot my own horn, but I'm really proud of all of them. I'll be honest, this project pretty much took over my entire life for the month of October; so many more people participated than I expected, and I'm so grateful to all of you! I hope you enjoyed your treats as much as I enjoyed making them.

Now that the event has ended, you can either check the links below or click here to see everything I created for this year's Halloween party!

Stay spooky, my friends 🎃

Sawbones divider for @wizardofrozz

Convor Tech for @eclec-tech

Wolffe wallpapers for @enigmaticexplorer

The Bad Patch pumpkins for @dangraccoon

Boba Fett wallpapers for @kimiheartblade

Wolfpack cadets trick-or-treating for @clonethirstingisreal

Hunter's Moon tarot card for @maniacalbooper

Sunflowers & Blasters wallpaper for @523rdrebel

Grogu in a pram-kin for @goblininawig

Tooka and Rex-o-lantern for @eternal-transcience

Kix wallpapers for @arctrooper69

Big Trouble in Little Mon Cala cocktail for @nika6q

Halloween on Pabu: Batcher for @frostycatblr-fandom-files

Rex & the 501st playlist for @littlemissbshine

Halloween on Pabu: Crosshair for @moonstrider9904

Plo Koon and OC Lupe for @lonewolflupe

Kix or Treat ficlet for @ireadwithmyears

Echo and Nuna tooka for @returnofthepineapple

OC Nimue in a witch costume for @moonlightwarriorqueen

Shadow/Hunter and Scarlett/Crosshair dividers for @jedi-princess-kestis

Hound and Grizzer ready to trick-or-treat for @deejadabbles

It's Always Sunny in the Entertainment District cocktail for @sunshinesdaydream

Ahsoka BOOpkin for @sees-writes

[zoeykallus]

Hello there! My request is the reader (gender neutral) is offered to dog sit Grizzer. But the reader loses him, chaos happens but the reader manages to find Grizzer before Hound comes back.

BTW I love all of your writings :)

Aloha!

Sorry for being so late, I'm slowly catching up with old requests 😬

I'm not good at harmless, fluffy stuff like this, but I'm trying 😅

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Fluffy/SFW

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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'Of course, I can keep an eye on Grizzer' you assured him, 'no problem at all'. Now it turns out that it is a problem after all. Somehow, the dog made off on your walk. You just had a quick chat, didn't look for a second, and Grizzer's gone. His leash is chewed off, the dog obviously had no patience with you. You call and whistle, but the animal doesn't show itself and doesn't let you hear anything from it. Normally, Grizzer responds very well, even to you. Hound has taught you how to handle him, what commands are important. But it doesn't matter what you do, Grizzer just doesn't show himself. Slowly, panic rises in you and your heart pounds up to your throat. Your steps quicken, you look around every corner, down every alley, calling out for the animal again and again. You curse softly to yourself, run down the alley and along the park, several times, ask passers-by if they have seen anything, but to no avail. At a street corner you stop, take a deep breath and look around. "This just can't be happening," you mutter quietly to yourself, "Hound is going to be so angry and disappointed in me."

You curse and clench your hands into fists. "This just can't be true"

Meanwhile, with Hound: The sun is shining, warm but not too obtrusive, a gentle breeze is blowing across the shore and the river. Hound has a day off for the first time in a long time. He's with a couple of his brothers on a little fishing trip that's been planned for a long time. Perfect peace and quiet, no pressure, no work. Actually he had wanted to take Grizzer with him, he loves the animal, but you had suggested taking care of the dog, so that Hound can really enjoy a day of complete rest. "Where is your four-legged friend? You don't usually leave home without him," asks one of his brothers. Hound answers with pride in his voice, "I have someone. Grizzer is in the best hands." But then he looks thoughtful. He misses the dog and you. Actually he's never fished before, that was the idea of one of his brothers who got it from that Hunter guy from CF99. Now that he's sitting here thinking about it like this, he'd rather be with you and Grizzer. "I don't think this is for me," he says as he starts to pack up his stuff. His brothers look at him questioningly.

"I'm going back" His brothers roll their eyes, but don't try to stop him. In fact, they have bets on how long it will take Hound to want to go back. He's never away from his dog for long, and he always cancels most trips because of it. So they are not really surprised.

Grizzers view: So many smells! Must explore everything! Nostrils quivering. So exciting! Wait a minute, where did my guardian go? Grizzer looks around, sniffs. He smells you, picks up your scent, runs. Then he sees you. Found them! Are we going home now? But before he reaches you, another smell distracts him. A food truck passes between you. Again, nostrils quiver. FOOD! Grizzer knows very well that he is only allowed to eat what he is given, but his master is not there, maybe he can make an exception. FOOD WAIT FOR ME!

You turn around, out of a feeling, your eyes darting back and forth, but you see nothing. You sigh wistfully. When your com beeps, you flinch, startled. It's Hound. For a moment, you think about not answering it, but that seems wrong. "Hi. How's it going?" asks Hound cheerfully. "Great!" you blurt out, "Everything's fine." "Really? Grizzer didn't give you any trouble?" You get hot and cold, you want to tell him the truth, but automatically you say instead, "Grizzer is behaving very decently, we're having a lot of fun." Hound laughs softly, "I'm glad to hear that, in a few hours we can have dinner together, I'll be back a little early." You get hot and cold. "Earlier? Oh, really? Trip's not as good as expected?" you ask innocently as sweat breaks out. Hound says, cautiously, "Well, it's not bad, but I miss you and Grizzer". That was incredibly sweet, but right now, unfortunately, you can't really appreciate it.

"Oh, wow, that's.... really sweet. When will you be back?"

"In about three hours, my shuttle lands," Hound says excitedly, "Will you two pick me up at the landing site?" "Sure!" you say, almost choking your voice. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you both".

Grizzer: The food truck is too fast, the four-legged friend has to give up the chase. He pants, a little out of breath. A disappointed snort is heard, then Grizzer turns around and walks a little more leisurely back the way he came. He's hungry, but he's sure the guardian will feed him when he gets home. Even if it doesn't smell as good as the food truck. Hunger finally quickens his steps. His paws tap across the ground in quick time. It takes a little while, but he picks up your scent again and follows it, all the way back to the park. Grizzer finds you in the park, sitting on a park bench. Somehow you smell different than usual, strangely bitter. He knows that smell, you're sad. Maybe he should bring you a present.

You have only a few minutes left before you have to run to the landing platform and confess to Hound that you have lost Grizzer. You feel heavy, a knot in your stomach, pressure on your chest. You feel so sorry. You worry about the animal and of course what Hound will say and feel, he loves Grizzer. He loves you too, but maybe soon he won't anymore, you think bitterly. Suddenly, something nudges you from the side. Your eyes grow huge, your heart leaps. It's Grizzer, who has fished an empty fast-food package out of the trash and is holding it out to you, wiggling happily. "Grizzer!" Hastily, you tie the torn leash back onto his collar, with a double knot. You pet the dog, actually wanting to scold, but you are far too relieved to do so. Your eyes wander along the dog's body, and you are relieved to see that he has no injuries. "Okay, let's go, we're going to be late!" Grizzer has no idea what you're saying, but you're obviously happy about the gift, because you smell very different now.

You get to the platform just in time as the shuttle lands. As Hound runs down the ramp, you beam at him and Grizzer fidgets excitedly. You see the wide smile on Hound's face and feel a wave of relief wash over you. He immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek. You are so happy and relieved that your knees almost buckle. "I missed you," Hound says softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "You've barely been gone ten hours," you say, laughing softly. "Still," Hound says with a grin, finally crouching down to greet Grizzer. "Hey boy, have you been good? Have you been a good dog?" Grizzer wiggles excitedly and nuzzles into Hound's petting. But then his hands wander to the collar and Hound sees the knot and that the leash has been broken. "Sure nothing special happened?" he asks, looking up at you from his crouch. You smile, nervous but as composed as possible.

"Well, he got loose once, but that wasn't too tragic," you explain hastily. Hound looks at the animal and asks, "Grizzer, weren't you such a good boy after all?" The dog tilts his head to the side and looks at his master, uncomprehending. "That wasn't so bad," you say, waving it off, "He was actually quite well-behaved." Hound laughs softly. "All right, if you say so" He takes the leash from you, grabs your hand and says, "Let's go shopping for groceries, we'll cook something together at your house" You breathe a sigh of relief and nod. So happy this panic is over. "That's a great idea"

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[spiralingemptyness]

I want more… clone hc pt. 2

why not more hc, I’m bored and wanna ramble… sorry if I repeated any.

99 is the best vode, he knows everything. If a brother is said, he’ll hug them, give words of encouragement and stuff and a mysteriously some illegal contraband that whatever the clone likes will randomly show up.

Shaak ti is buff and can hold her own if not demolish the Alphas on the training mats (The Rancor battalion found that out the hard way)

Jek, Rys and Thire became close after the mission with Yoda, Thire is still close with the commanders on Coruscant, but he’s even closer with the other two

While Hound may be a sergeant, he’s still an honorary commander member, he became the little brother of the group

…Thorn didn’t die on Scipio, nope, no way. Amidala saved him, always carrying a blaster or smth.

Dogma became really good at braiding hair because of all the time he braided Tups hair, so after Umbara when he definitely goes to Coruscant, Amidala finds out and sometimes ask him to do her hair.

Colt may essentially be Buir of Kamino, but all the alphas (especially 17) out Buir him, and it can be very comedic how a big burly alpha is hauling a ARC commander just to force them to sleep.

Fox absolutely denies or threaten to black mail shebse squad if they bring up the fact Fox was the first to fold and call Alpha-17 buir.

Colt and Wolffe have regular holo-calls just to shit talk Ventress.

Rex got adopted into Shebse squad after he bit Cody (Wolffe was proud)

When Kix is on shift in medbay, most of the time Jesse is there with him, he doesn’t have to be their but he’s a good batch mate.

Each shebse squad member have a quirk in fighting droids: Cody punches and spin kicks them, Wolffe bits them, Rex throws his blasters at them if they run out of ammo, Fox for some reason carry’s a high voltage taser, Bly drop kicks them, and Ponds throws rocks at them to catch them off guard

On multiple occasions animals like Loth cats and Tookas have been snuck on board the venators and multiple times have had to been taken off board

Fives has a girly scream, Torrent found out after he was caught singing in the barracks

Comet (and Plo Buir) can convice Wolffe to take care of himself (little brother privileges), unlike Boost, Warthog, and Sinker who have to sedate him of physically haul him away from the bridge

MEDICS GIVE STICKERS, if a your a good patient, you get a sticker. So there is a lot of vode with stickers inside or outside there armor

Colt keeps himself loaded with weapons, many different types of blasters, check. Lots of vibroblades and vibroswords (that he stole from commando droids), check. It will take a solid 10 mins for him to de-weapon himself

after Khorm, Plo threatened Captain Ozzel��. It was terrifying, Kit Fisto was both shocked and absolutely scared of getting on Plo Koons bad side.

Monnk collects different shells and rocks from the ocean floor and give them to different vode

kit fisto taught his battalion how to fish, just randomly, out of the blue he said they were going fishing and they went fishing

Ashoka definitely stole the ‘I’m no Jedi’ line from Rex.

everyone form the 212th and some 501st members were more traumatized by a bold Kenobi than the fact he faked his death to be a bounty hunter for a time period

kix has trouble staying warm after the cyro-freeze, like he’ll be bundled up in layers on tatooine

quinlan snuck into fox’s office once and was hit with a data pad on the head when he scared him and got himself a concussion, safe to say he doesn’t sneak up on fox anymore

clones have a sweet tooth

Once Hound got hurt while chasing a suspect and Grizzer went absolutely feral on the person who hurt him, it took Thorn and Stone just to separate him from the suspect, (fox and thire were just watching in shock as they helped hound)

padawans always use vents for travel (ex. Echo: where’s the commander. Fives casually: oh she’s in the vents. Echo: oh.. WHY IS SHE IN THE VENTS)

(Might be in the other one) The corrie guard have a bet everytime a battalion is on leave, the bet is: which members of what battalion will have the most in the drunk tank.

medics have to have a smex-ed meeting with every new shiny that boards

Bly (respectfully, cause he is a gentleman) asked Aayla to wear armor, the next day she was wearing Bly’s spare armor. Bly couldn’t stop blushing the whole day and it made his tattoos orange

When one or more of the Shebse squad is on leave, they bully fox into going to 79’s with them or to take care of himself. Safe to say, that whenever that happens the corrie guard can relax a bit

the most annoying patients for medics is any CO or jedis, all medics curse like sailors

when Kix was a medic shiny he hadn’t yet mastered the disapproval stare or the ‘shut the kark up and do what I say’ stare, so the vode listened to him just because it was so cute and funny, they quickly learned to stop thinking like that.

once after a battle Obi-Wan found Cody lying star fished on his back, he kicked a droid and broke his foot and collapsed once his foot gave out. Obi-wan just sighed, forced healed his foot a bit and carried him to the medics (Cody was turned into a sputtering and flustered mess)

Rex was already being corrupted by Skywalker’s tendencies when he was just a lieutenant in the 212th, Cody was horrified and wanted to bash his head into the wall.

Boil and Waxer secretly adopted Numa after Ryloth, each just co-parenting her

Kids on coruscant would sometimes come up to a guard member and hand them a paper of a drawing, ask for a hug, or just give them goodies. The guard now has a wall full of drawings given to them by kids in the barracks

the guard have stupid names for operations, it’s just a serious op about observing and trying to take down a drug ring (with vos’s help) and it has a name like “operation: too high to fly”

the cadets will hang off from any limb they can reach of their clone trainers and shaak ti

medics will lay on a cot with an injured clone on it to help them sleep, they’ll either be sleeping with them or doing data work

so yah… I’ll make more. Might make some of cod, fnaf , Dc, etc. as well and try to do art as well