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spiralingemptyness · 7 months

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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.

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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 7 months

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The Sweetest Constant

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sergeant Hound comes to your pet store needing supplies for his new K9. Fluff ensues.

Warnings: None. Hound is a perfectly sweet cinnamon roll who does no wrong and I am taking no questions.

Word Count: 2260

A/N: Written for the amazing @the-bad-batch-baroness! Hope you enjoy it lovely!

A few notes/translations before we start:

Centaxday - second day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Zhellday - fourth day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Besom - ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners

It was Centaxday the first time you met. The gentle jingle of the bell as the door of your humble shop opened brought you back from your daydream. You rose from your seat to greet the Coruscant Guard ARF trooper who strolled him. His armor was shiny and unblemished. The kit paint looked freshly applied. His kama possessed no blaster burns yet.

“‘Mornin’.” His warm baritone crackled through the vocoder of his helmet. You couldn’t see his face but you could hear a tinge of excitement in his greeting.

“Good morning! What can I do for you, sir?”

“Ahh no sir, please.” He waved a dismissive hand before it came to rest on the back of his neck. “Sergeant Hound. But just Hound is fine. Gettin’ my K9 tomorrow and I want to make sure she’s set.”

“You came to the right place, Hound! Have a look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

He bounced on the balls of his feet before he stepped away from you, his elation palpable. He had the energy of a child receiving their first pet and you loved watching this grown man trying to reel in the abundance of joy bubbling through the shiny white and red armor.

He tried to appear casual as he meandered through your shop eyeing various pet accessories, treats, and food. You watched him curiously as he ran his hands over a fluffy pink puppy sweater, with all the ardor of an expectant father. You’d only ever seen the Corries from a distance and you were slightly awestruck by his presence. Respectful yet commanding, he walked with a confidence that made him incredibly attractive even having not seen his face. And his obvious excitement about his new K9 may have been the most attractive thing you’d seen ever.

You cleared your throat. “I don’t mean to pry but what will your K9 be?”

He glanced over from the shelves of treats. “Massiff. She’s still a pup. We start training tomorrow.”

You circled around the counter, coming to stand to his right. Even through the armor he smelled wonderful, woodsy and fresh.

“These.” You pointed at a large blue box with a cartoon massif on the front. “These are my best selling massiff treats. Everyone who buys them raves about how much their pooches love them!”

He tilted his helmet toward you before taking the box from the shelf. “Thanks. Any other suggestions?” The lightness to his tone betrayed the smile hidden under the helmet.

You nodded and guided him around the store. Soon his arms were stacked high with collars, leashes, dishes, a training clicker, food, a bed, and the pink sweater, just the right size for a wee massiff.

You packed everything for him in a box and he informed you the GAR would be picking up the bill.

You slumped in your chair once he’d left, overwhelmed by how quickly you’d taken to a man whose face you’d never seen. A face, you’d assumed you’d never see.

It was Zhellday when you saw him again.

The park near your shop was the ideal place for you to take your kima pup; minimal crowds, quiet, and slow paced. It allowed for a slow transition into socializing for your excessively anxious puppy. At least that was the case on most days.

“Grizzer! Grizzer! Stop! Heel! Grizzer, you besom!!”

You spun around, hearing the frantic voice accompanied by enthusiastic yelps quickly approaching you. You snatched up your bitty kima as he trembled like a leaf in the wind. The grinning massiff pup donning a familiar pink sweater came skidding to a halt at your feet. Not far behind was the slobbery pup's handler.

“I am so sorry about her! We just started training and she’s still excitable!” He huffed, catching his breath as he bent over to pick up the leash.

You blinked in disbelief at first. You hadn’t seen his face when he’d come to your store a few days prior. He’d been decked out in his entire kit last time. Today he only had on armor from the waist down and his kama. His broad shoulders and chest were accentuated by the skin tight black body glove with the Galactic Roundel emblazoned on it. Behind the warmth of his brown eyes was a spark that threatened to outshine the galaxy. Those same mesmerizing eyes studied you intently while a bashful blush darkened his ears.

His hair was shaved into a tidy undercut with the extra length tied into a bun in the back. He puffed, pushing the dark curls from his sweaty forehead.

“It’s okay. I get it. Puggle is still pretty excitable too. But…” you held up your own pup. “He’s a little smaller than…Grizzer was it?”

He looked away sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, Grizzer.”

“And you’re Hound, right?”

He chuckled. “You remember me.”

“I couldn’t forget a Corrie who bought his massiff a pink sweater. Looks great on her by the way.”

Grizzer danced around your feet with happy tippy taps and impatient whines. She looked from you to Hound and gave her butt an excited wiggle.

Hound grinned proudly. “Yeah she’s pretty cute. Pink is definitely her color. She loves those treats by the way.”

You beamed at his praise, delving into a hundred questions about how training was coming along and if he needed more supplies. Eventually you bid each other farewell for the second time and you prayed to the Force it wouldn’t be the last.

Days turned into weeks. Whether it was the Force or something more intentional, you and Hound encountered each other with increasing frequency. Sometimes you’d see him on duty patrolling the park where you walked Puggle. Sometimes he was training Grizzer there, half clad in armor, often drenched in sweat under the exertion of handling his enthusiastic massif. If you managed to catch his attention he always gave you a friendly wave. And sometimes he showed up at your shop unannounced. It was always under the guise of making a purchase (always charged to the GAR). But his visits were becoming more frequent and accompanied by fewer purchases. Not that you were bothered. He was divinely handsome, charming, and sweet as chocolate covered camby berries. To say you were enraptured by him was an understatement.

He’d often spend hours leaning against the counter, his bucket casually resting next to him as he chatted with you about anything and everything under the Coruscant sun. He loved telling you about his brothers. Fox and his caf addiction and inability to decompress. Thorn and his penchant for chaos. Thire and his smart mouth that always got him into trouble. Stone’s endless patience and his refusal to engage in small talk of any kind. You loved seeing his face animate as he talked about them, his love and adoration for his brothers was apparent.

He was funny. You often found yourself laughing until you had tears streaming down your cheeks and both of you were gasping to catch your breath through fits of giggles. He was thoughtful as well, volunteering to help with heavy orders or reaching the top shelves. It was those times that your heart fluttered as if it were a butterfly trying to escape captivity. Especially when your hands would brush in passing or he would press into your back, caging you in as he lifted boxes over your head.

However, it was his love for animals that had bewitched you entirely. You’d watched him carefully tend frighted song sparrows and tookas in the park with no hesitation. He’d rescue cornered pikobis so they wouldn’t shed their tails. He even told you about the time he snuck an injured crown finch back to the Corrie Guard barracks and nursed it back to health during his off-duty time with the help of his brother, Stone.

He’d talk for hours about his precious Grizzer. His animated hands gesticulating wildly as he shared story after story about the trouble his “sweet Grizzy girl”- as he called her - would get into. Including the time the rambunctious pup invaded his brother Fox’s footlocker and chewed a hole in the rear end of his body glove. A hole that was only noticed when Thire made a snarky shebs joke at Fox’s expense when he’d taken his kit off for the evening. He laughed as he recalled Fox putting him on ‘fresher duty as payback.

The more he visited you, the more your conversations flowed, and the more you realized you may be falling for him. And then one evening Hound stayed a little longer than usual. You both had been so consumed in each other’s company that it wasn’t until the beeping of him commlink that you both realized how late it was.

“Stang! It’s 1130! Fox is gonna kill me!”

“Kriff! I’m sorry Hound!”

“S’alright! Any punishment I get will be worth it.” The impish wink he shot you nearly melted you faster than the lava flows of Mustafar. “I’ll escort you home. A pretty lady shouldn’t be walking home in the middle of the night.”

He pulled his helmet on and waited patiently as you completed all of the closing tasks before guiding you out the door with a hand that only just ghosted the small of your back. The late night breeze cooled your cheeks that burned hot by just his presence. You found yourself glancing at him and staring just seconds too long. Long enough for him to catch you. You couldn’t see his expression behind the visor of his helmet but the light bounce to his shoulders had you assuming he was chuckling. The conversation in the shop was easy but now you were the only two walking through the little Coruscant neighborhood. The intimacy of walking so close that your hands brushed each other left you wanting for words. You wanted him to know. To know how you felt. You were dying to paint a masterpiece of your feelings on his very soul. And that thought terrified you.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you almost missed your apartment, stumbling clumsily to a stop. “This is me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, disappointed that you’d wasted your time with him.

“Hmm.” He shifted his weight from leg to leg, tapping the toes of his boots on the ferrocrete.

“I’ll…see you around I guess? Thank you for walking with me. And spending the evening with me. I hope you don’t get in trouble for it.”

He pulled his helmet off, shaking his unkempt curls loose. He pressed a hand to the wall behind you, partially caging you in. His eyes locked on yours, holding your gaze with a cocked eyebrow and a smile that was far too alluring. Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, swallowing thickly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, princess. I’m the baby brother. Pretty sure I could shoot the chancellor himself and my brothers would cover for me.”

You giggled, instinctively pressing a hand to his chest plate.

Glancing down at your hand and then back at your lips, he smirked, leaning in and stopping just short of your mouth, allowing his breath to fan across your lips. “There is one more thing though, before I get back to patrol duty. Been on my mind all evening.”

“What’s that?” Your breath was shaky as you instinctively leaned closer.

He closed the space between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and chaste while his hand remained anchored to the wall behind you. As he pulled back he allowed his eyes to travel along every inch of you, unable to conceptualize the euphoria he was wading through. You pulled him back, firmly this time. Your tongue teased his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he happily permitted. You swallowed his moan as his hand drifted to your cheek in soft caressing strokes.

When you finally separated, both awash in the glow of the evening and chests heaving heavy breaths, he spoke again. “I get off duty at 0600. I’ll be back and I’m taking you for caf.”

“Charged to the GAR?”

“If we talk about training Grizzer, I can write it off as a work expense.” He gave a cheeky grin.

“And what if I want to talk about you?” You cooed softly, tracing the outline of his chest plate.

“I can still tell Fox it was a work expense. Like I said, I’m the favorite. I’ll see you in the morning, mesh’la.” He slipped his helmet back on and started to leave.

He paused and spun back on his heel, lifting his helmet once more. He grabbed your hand and pressed one final kiss to it before jogging back toward his patrol route.

You’d never gotten ready for bed so quickly. But the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner you’d be seeing Hound again; an event that couldn’t happen soon enough. He was, after all, the sweetest constant you’d ever known.

#rare clone fic submission #rare clone fic exchange #anxiouspineapple99 writes #hound x reader #sergeant hound #arf trooper hound #coruscant guard #hound x f!reader

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littlemissmanga · 10 months

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Hound Thots

Guys, Hound has been living in my head rent-free and distracting me from my WIPs for the past day thanks to Fireworks by @imarvelatthestars and Watch And Learn, City Boy (Taylor's Version) by @dystopicjumpsuit.

So, to be able to return to my WIPS, I gotta write these down now. Will probably do a whole fic but for now ...

SFW

It's almost time for his shift, so Hound is circling your apartment, gathering everything he needs. The last thing is getting Grizzer ready. But when he whistles, the massif doesn't come.

Scouting the living room, he sees his partner curled up on the couch next to you.

You are sound asleep, with Grizzer pressed against your side keeping you away from the edge of the couch, his head protectively over your shoulder.

The sight nearly knocked him down. Massifs weren't overtly social animals, but once they recognized someone as part of their pack, they were extremely loyal. And Grizzer clearly decided you were his to protect.

With the serene look on your sleeping face, Hound couldn't help but agree. Despite being responsible for all of Coruscant along with the rest of the guard, he wanted you to be his to protect, to cherish.

Hound doesn't know where the gall comes from, but he finds he can't resist leaning forward to press the softest kiss to your forehead.

But he can't. Grizz moves to block him, huffing angrily, keen on maintaining your trust that he would keep you undisturbed in your sleep.

"Oh kriff off, you mutt." Hound mumbles with no real bite. Despite the denial, he secretly loves how keen Grizzer was on keeping you safe. But duty doesn't care about that the way he did.

"Grizz, off." is answered only by a whine. But when Hound holds up his partner's collar, the massif finally caves, knowing it was time to work.

The pair make their way to the front door, with Hound casting one last look over his shoulder where you slept peacefully. He would do everything he could to keep this planet safe for you.

NSFW below the cut ...

This is gonna be less lazy writing of a scene and more just thots

Hound is a switch, hard core, though he's not into those labels. He's a guy who's comfortable in his skin and just wants to have fun, adjusting the dynamic based on his and your needs that day.

He loves watching you take the lead, seeing in your actions just how much you actually want him. It makes him feel desired and powerful, and he genuinely gets off seeing you take your pleasure. Naturally, he's favorite position like this is watching you ride him, but from a sitting position, where he can still reach you.

But when he's in a mood, he gets into primal play. It's one of the few times this side of his personality comes out. He and you know he'll always be gentle, always keep you safe. But when he is most needy, most in need of reassurance, he'll take it, maneuvering you onto your stomach, laying you flat, pressing himself of top of you from torso to groin and taking you from behind, his thighs on either side of yours, giving him leverage and keeping you still so all you can do is take him. His whole weight helps press his cock deeper into you, needing to feel every inch of you around him and under him.

He'll sneak his arms under you, one crossing your hip so he can rest a hand over your lower stomach, pressing firmly there before moving further south. The other is nestled up the center of your chest to hold your throat - not to choke or squeeze, but just to hold you, reinforcing his position and his mental hold on you. And it helps in pulling you up slightly so he can mouth at your neck and shoulders before he claims your mouth

Hound nipping only slightly playfully at the back of your neck, right on the vertebra.

Man has a massive praise kink - giving and receiving. Narrate to him exactly how he's making you feel good and oh boy does that get his engine going even more. Especially if you pair the praise with soft touches, even in the middle of a rougher session. Soft touches (one may even say heavy petting) make this man fucking melt. And he gives as good as he gets, whining mostly, interspersed with growls and groans and "good girl/boy" every so often.

"So good for me, baby. So kriffing good, squeezing my cock so tight. It's not too much, right? Of course not. My good [girl/boy/petname] can take it all."

Also has a massive creampie kink. Not breeding kink, cause he's unsure about kids - likes them in theory but it's just so far outside his realm of experience it's not something he's thought much about - but his brain stops working when he pulls out of you and sees his cum dripping down your tights to pool on the bed under you. He likes the possessiveness of it, of leaving part of himself in you even after he's done.

Afterwards, all he wants to do is hold you. You eventually will have to negotiate him letting you to go the restroom to clean up, but that will usually get delayed by how long he wants to keep you in his arms, reassuring that you're here, you enjoyed yourself, you're happy and satisfied and safe and it's because of him. Honestly, after an intense session, this man just wants to nest - blankets, bed, cuddles and takeout when he eventually gets hungry. You or his patrol duties usually ruin that fantasy for him but on his rare days off, you indulge him and it genuinely restores like a year to his life when he gets to basically cocoon with you.

#y'all got me simping for a man we see for 30 seconds #but i regret nothing #sergeant hound #corrie guard #hound x reader #sergeant hound x reader

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ninjadeathblade · 9 months

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Clones with videogames

Okay so I need to make a big old thread of clone posts so I'm gonna link them to each other each time I make them. Here's the videogame one.

Fox has an illegally modded version of 'Doom' where all the enemies look like Palpatine. He absolutely does, I won't take criticism. When he isn't using the console then Thorn will log on to try and beat Fox's high score but when Fox has time off he kills a lot in that game.

Fives loves the 'Legend of Zelda' franchise but the problem solving parts do his head in. He begs Echo to do those parts for him. Echo acts like it's annoying but he actually really enjoys it.

Crosshair, despite his skill at shooting, doesn't play shooters. He's actually incredibly skilled at games like 'Guitar Hero', due to how quickly he can move his hands.

Jesse and Kix worked really hard to try and make some of their favourite places in 'Minecraft'. They were really upset when Hardcase flooded the locations with tons of different animals.

Tech has been progressively playing through 'Animal Crossing: New Horizons' with Wrecker and Omega. He is very meticulous about how his island is set out and always tell Wrecker and Omega off when they visit his island and fish his fish and catch his bugs. When Tech visits their shared island, he is gifted many items he has been collecting since the beginning of his 300+ hour game time. He still takes them anyway and sells his originals, always making sure to display his gifts for when his siblings visit his island.

Hunter plays 'Stardew Valley'. He prefers it over 'Animal Crossing'.

Rex and Cody have 'Mario Kart' tournaments. Cody is better at all the tactical side of it but Rex has memorised the shortcuts.

Hound has a copy of 'Nintendogs' but rarely plays it when there are perfectly good Massifs in real life. Besides, Grizzer would get jealous if he spent time with fake dogs.

Any other headcanons are welcome! These are just some that me and @just-here-with-my-thoughts came up with.

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rinwritesfics · 2 months

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Four Hours

Plot: You meet Hound while awaiting jury duty and hit it off.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1076

Author’s Note: Inspired by a four-hour wait for jury duty last year. @diviluscorner, I did it! Finally.

You sighed, shifting again in the uncomfortable chair in the hallway that was both dim and sharply lit by artificial lights. First, your entire week is upended by the call, and then they ask you to sit for most of the day to see if you’re even needed. Four hours to wait? The thought of it was exhausting, let alone the process.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a massif with a brown harness and leash stopped to sniff, then sit at your feet. The creature’s tongue lolled out as it looked up at you as its handler caught up.

The Corrie Guard handling this reptilian creature turned to you and you froze. This one was different from the others with the fabric hanging from his helmet with sharp grey teeth painted on it. Were you about to get in trouble? Oh, stars, what did the massif think he smelled on you?

“Are you alright?” the Corrie Guard asked, his voice distorted partially by his modulator.

You chuckled nervously. “I’m fine. I just don’t relish the idea of waiting four hours to see if I’m needed or not for the jury.”

He tilted his head. “Four? That’s pretty unusual, even for this court.”

“Ugh, when one of you guys notices, that means it’s extra special,” you laughed in an attempt to seem calm. “If it wasn’t, I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me that.”

He laughed, too. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

You both fell into silence for a moment before he spoke again. “Got something you’d rather be doing?”

“Rather than waiting? Yeah. I’m not good at sitting on my hands and waiting. I like to be busy, and these chairs are very uncomfortable.”

“And what do you usually do?”

“I’m a mechanic, down at Grand Old Republic Motors.” You shrugged.

He laughed again. “You must see a lot of our faces down there, then.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I do actually.”

“I take it that’s why you’re not afraid of talking to me?”

You laughed. “Well, I’ll admit, I did think for a second you were going to confront me about something. Even my sighing.”

“Of course not. Just because it’s a right to be judged by peers, doesn’t mean the system jurors are chosen through doesn’t have its snags.”

“Sure does.”

“I’m Sergeant Hound, by the way.”

You smiled. “Y/N. I think Commander Fox has mentioned you a couple times. Something about a grizzly getting his teeth around a fuel injector?”

Sergeant Hound sighed. “I was scrubbing the floor for weeks after Grizzer got himself into that mess.”

“You, I take it?” you asked the massif in front of you in amusement. He was sitting at your feet and wagging his thick tail. His tongue lolled out again and he looked ready to play.

“He’s the group’s massif, and there are a couple of them but he only listens to me, so he kind of is mine.”

You grinned. “He seems like the goodest boy.”

The sergeant nodded. “He likes to think that, but he also has a chaotic streak in him.”

The two of you talked off and on, him coming back every so often to check on you during his patrol, but eventually you were called back in. By the time you found out you had been excused and were leaving, you saw no sign of Hound, which made you a little sad. You’d run into a few Corrie Guards, as well as other battalions at your employment, but something about Hound was special. You left the building, a little forlorn at missing saying goodbye.

A couple days later, you were almost hanging upside down underneath a customer’s small personal craft, working on replacing a new manifold.

“Y/N, you’ve got another visitor!” called your boss. Usually, the visitors were part of the clone battalion. Your boss was a little biased, but hid it pretty well – other than pushing them onto you on top of your other duties.

You groaned, wanting to shout about being busy.

“Am I always meeting you when you’re in distress?” asked a voice. It was definitely a clone voice, but not what you’d expect any of them to say.

You struggled out from under the craft with the manifold in-hand and your eyes met his. This one you didn’t recognize. His hair was a little longer than the others, so his curls were better formed, and he had a gray tattoo spanning both sides of his lower jaw like a row of sharp teeth. The only things that disrupted the tattoo were four long thin scars across his right cheek and a goatee.

“Uh, hi.” You stared at his tattoo, then realized – “Sergeant Hound. It’s nice to see you.”

He grinned. “Just Hound. How did you know?”

“Your jaw matches your helmet.”

He chuckled and said, “Guilty.”

“What can I do for you, ‘just Hound’?”

He laughed again. “I just wanted to come visit. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye the other day. My shift was over and then I came in the next day and figured out you didn’t get put on a case. I guess I missed you, is all.”

You blushed. “Missed me, huh? You didn’t know me for long.”

“Actually, my brothers talk a lot about you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was one of the only ones who had never gotten the chance to meet you.”

“Well, I guess that means you’re not as rough on your speeder as they are.”

“I’m also one of the youngest, so give me time,” he chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Look, I don’t know if this is too sudden, but could I take you to dinner?”

You smile. “You came here to ask me on a date?”

“It’s fine if you say no -”

“Hound. I’d really like that.”

“Oh, thank the Maker. I know I told you Grizzer’s pretty specific as to who he likes, but even he was a little confused when we left and didn’t see you.”

“Oh, I see, you’re setting me up with your massif. Guess Grizzer will get the goodnight kiss.” You winked and his eyes widened.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant -”

You tossed your head back and laughed. “I’ll be done in four hours. Think you can wait that long?”

He grinned. “I think I can wait four hours with you.”

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

Hound Concept Art:

#tcw hound #tcw sergeant hound #tcw hound x reader #rinwritesfics fic

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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.

#coruscant guard x platonic!reader #commander thorn fanfiction #commander fox fanfiction #sergeant hound fanfiction #commander thire fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #gn!reader #padawan!reader #grizzer #look the request didn't say to include grizzer but come on #we all know grizzer's gonna be there #hound is such a dog dad like yes i'm in this art but look at my child look how perfect my massiff child is #reader insert

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massiff-daddy · 7 months

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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 👀

#i mean kt doesn't matter if he does or not its still law #see you get it my friend!#jango's boyz #ask hound and grizzer

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ct-cactus · 1 year

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Headcanons about Hound

-he is older than the other corries, but younger than the commanders

-he gets hurt training the massifs, as it is a game of trust

-he does get sent on dangerous missions

*just because he’s an ARF trooper doesn’t mean he spends his entire time training animals

-works missing persons cases

*massifs can serve as tracking dogs

-his canines are a little bit sharper than normal

*he finds this funny

-he does regularly encounter senators and other anti-clone believers

*those encounters don’t end well most of the time

-inconsistent sleep schedule, although his is one of the better ones

*it’s still shit

-likes sitting in high places

-the sides of his head is shaved, but the top is long and curly

-standard clone colored hair

-he does have scars

*some are from training, some are from missions, and some are from senators and anti-clonists

-has trauma

-he and Grizzer are besties

-he trains Grizzer as a therapy and service dog in his free time

#sergeant hound #hound #clone trooper hound #coruscant guard #corrie guard #corries #grizzer

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hotcocoaandstripedsweaters · 7 months

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OC-tober Day 7: Kisser with a pet

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

I've also put today's under a read more due to it being a little long--just a page or so, but it seemed long enough to be annoying to scroll past.

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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“You’ve never pet a massif?” Pyrrha asked, shocked.

“I’ve never seen one in person,” Kisser admitted. They were on Coruscant for shore leave, and Melt had abandoned him to have a day out with some of the sisters from the 501st. He desperately wished she hadn’t as the gleam in Pyrrha’s eye grew mischievous.

“One of my batchmates got transferred to the Corrie Guard a while back. They have a Vod who has a pet massif there. I’ll ask if we can come see it!”

Kisser’s protests fell on deaf ears as Pyrrha sent out an excited text.

“We’re in luck! Hound’s not on shift and says we can drop in!”

“Great,” Kisser said weakly.

The Senate building made Kisser nervous, but not as nervous as the huge, lizardlike beastie that greeted him after Deucalion smuggled them into the Guard’s common room.

“Don’t be nervous,” Hound teased, seeing Kisser eying the massif’s teeth. “Grizzer’s a sweetheart. Trained for sniffing, not for biting. Hold out your hand.”

Kisser took a deep breath, then did as he was told.

Grizzer, who’d been receiving very enthusiastic scritches from Pyrrha, perked up and opened her mouth a bit.

“She’s scenting the air,” Hound explained, tone soothing despite the amusement in his eyes, “Good job not flinching, though.”

Kisser did not spare Hound glance as Grizzer ambled over to him. Her tongue lolled slightly, her spines undulating as she moved. Kisser kept his breathing even. With that jaw, she could take off his arm faster than he’d be able to react.

Grizzer bumped her head against his outstretched hand. Her scales were rough, but she moved slowly. Kisser tentatively ran his hand over her head. Her slitted pupils widened a bit, and she sat. The motion pressed his hand firmer against her head.

“Good girl,” Hound said.

Kisser made a noncommittal noise, which made the others laugh. Grizzer remained unbothered, shuffling her massive body to pin one of his feet to the ground with her ass. She leaned against him, nearly toppling him with her weight despite her slow movements.

Pyrrha grinned and said, “She likes you!”

Kisser figured she was cute, in a brutish, scaly kind of way.

Grizzer tilted her head back to look up at him, mouth lolling open and giving him a look down her massive maw.

“Well thank fuck for that,” Kisser said breathlessly, making the others laugh.

~+~

Day 8

#star wars #clone oc #oc-tober #prompts

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spacerocksarethebestrocks · 2 years

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🤡🤡🤡 oooo casing my spell of you think u are the funniest guy in the world.. share your best fic funny?

Hi! Sorry it took me so long, I'd completely forgotten about this ask game and thought I was having a stroke when I read this.

In truth, quite a lot. I think I'm very funny.

My two favourite bits in Commander Fox Is Completely Fine are the exchange between Fox and Hound in Chapter 6, and the exchange between Fox, Hound and Thorn in Chapter 55. Pretty much every time Fox, Thorn and Hound interact actually.

I love them.

I've included them below the cut!!!

Chapter 6: Agricultural Report: Southern Hemisphere of Pantora, Subsection: rainfall and irrigation.

"Sergeant Hound," Fox greeted, trying to remain calm and professional.

"Sir," Hound replied. As always, he made it sound like he was saying 'shit head'.

"What are you doing here trooper?"

Something in his tone must give him away, because Wolffe's gaze sharpened instantly.

"I'm here to escort you and the Guard troopers to the medical centre as per Chief Medical Officer Carrion's instruction, Sir."

Fox stared at Hounds irritatingly expressionless visor. They didn't even like each other.

"And Grizzer?" he grit out. Grizzer's excited vibrating increased exponentially when Fox said his name.

"Ah," said Hound. Fox could feel his smirk through his bucket, "Lieutenant Commander Grizzer just missed you. Sir."

Fox sighed.

"That," Hound continued, "and Chief Medical Officer Carrion was afraid you might try and run for it."

Fox closed his eyes momentarily. Then he looked at Grizzer. Then he looked at Hound.

"He was also muttering something about how he was going to revoke your rib privileges," Hound continued, completely impervious to Fox's ire as always. "I don't know what that means, Sir, but he doesn't seem pleased that you managed to break your ribs only a week or so after he fixed them up for you." Hound shook his head in admonishment.

For kriffs sake.

Fox glared at Hound as Koon tilted his head in interest. Wolffe returned his gaze to Fox, frowning slightly.

Grizzer whined beside him, so Fox took pity on him and scratched him on the forehead. The massif pressed himself against Fox's thigh and closed his eyes in ecstasy, foot thumping against the durasteel floor of the spaceport. While he continued to scratch Grizzer's forehead, Fox noticed that the animal had gained a new addition to his little jacket.

A very specific addition.

"Sergeant Hound," Fox said.

"Commander Fox," Hound replied.

"Would you mind telling me why Grizzer is wearing a Lieutenant Commander's pauldron?" Fox said, voice mild as possible so Hound knows he is on thin fucking ice.

"Lieutenant Commander Grizzer is wearing a Lieutenant Commander's pauldron because he is a Lieutenant Commander. Sir."

The next time Fox is alone with Hound he is going to reach down his throat and pull out his heart. Or just invite him to spar and then throw him out of a window, accidentally on purpose.

Fox stared at Hound. Hound tilted his head.

"You promoted him, Sir. Don't you remember?" Hound said, oh so innocently.

Scratch that, Fox is going to throw him out of several windows.

"That," Fox said, "was. A. Joke ."

"Well, that's what I said Sir," Hound replied, butter mild and unaffected. "But Commander Thorn was adamant that you don't tell jokes, Sir."

Fox closed his eyes and prayed to all the gods he didn't believe in for strength.

"After a certain point," Hound mused, "I think we were just curious to see how far we could push the paperwork through."

Fox opened his eyes in abject horror.

"There's paperwork attached to this shit?"

Chapter 55: A Day Off

As they neared Hound's office, or the closet he had claimed as his office but was also still very much used as a closet, he could see the door controls flashing red. That meant that the room was secured from the inside, and no one could get in. Well, no one but Fox and the other Commanders.

He pressed his ear to the door instead of just punching in his override. It was his day off after all, no point getting involved if he wasn't needed.

"I can't see any way around it," Hound was saying. "We're gonna have to call him."

"No," Thorn's voice replied, panicked. "We're not calling him unless we absolutely have to."

Fox exchanged a glance with Grizzer, who panted happily up at him.

"Alright well…" Hound sighed, "maybe if we try pushing in before pulling it out?"

Fox blinked.

"Can it go further in?"

"I don't know, but it's either that or call Carrion and-" Hound trailed off and after a long silence, Thorn sighed.

"Yeah. Fine. Do it," they said.

Then came the sound of shifting, armour clattering, and then some pained grunts.

"Ah- Hound- it's not gonna go further in."

"No, no, it's gonna give, just a little more pressure."

"No! Hound, that hurts. Fuck that hurts! Stop! Just yank it."

"Yanking it wasn't working!"

"Ow!"

Deciding he'd heard enough, or not enough, or whatever Fox punched in his override code and slammed his palm against the open button. Thorn yelped as he barged in, Grizzer barking excitedly behind him.

Thorn was perched on the edge of the desk, Hound crouched in front of them. As Fox barged further into the cramped room, he could see Hound was holding Thorn's foot. It appeared to be stuck in something.

Fox blinked.

The thing appeared to be Thorn's own helmet.

He looked up. Thorn and Hound stared back at him with wide eyes, frozen.

What happened next, happened very quickly.

Fox reached into his back pocket for his com, so that he could take a holo of this most idiotic of occasions and send it to as many of their fellow commanders as possible. Thorn, having known him since they both unfortunately came sliding out of their tubes, anticipated this and lunged at him. At the same time Grizzer, overjoyed at being reunited with his Buir, slammed into Hound's side.

Thorn hit Fox in the midsection, but Hound still had a hold of their helmet, which was still stuck on their foot. Thanks to Grizzer he was now moving in the opposite direction to the way Thorn wanted to go. Instead of driving Fox backwards into the shelves, Thorn slid down his waist, nearly taking Fox's trousers with them. Hound let go of the helmet to try and defend himself against an overexcited Grizzer, and Thorn jolted forwards again. Fox fell backwards into the shelving and Thorn headbutted him right in the crotch with a horrified shout, making Fox's eyes tear up.

The shouting and crashing just made Grizzer even more excited, and he clambered over all of them, licking faces and managing to stand on every soft and sensitive place Fox had. Thorn and Hound too, by the sounds of it.

They all lay there, panting and groaning. Something hard was digging into Fox's back. He wiggled his hand under himself, pushing Grizzer away from his face with the other. He scrabbled around for a moment until he found whatever it was and pulled it out. He brought it up in front of his face and blinked.

He pointed the comm in what he hoped was the direction of Thorn and hit the camera button.

There was silence for a moment, and then Thorn took a deep breath.

"If you show that to anyone," they said thoughtfully, "I'll tell Thire and Stone about you and Vos."

Silence again.

"What about Fox and Vos?" said Hound.

"They're fucking," Thorn said calmly, and Fox sighed.

"They're what?" Hound shouted. Grizzer jumped on his chest and barked, and he groaned again.

Fox stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you agree to my terms," Thorn called over to him.

Fox sighed.

"Fine," he said. He threw the comm over to Thorn so they could delete the photo themselves. By the sound of it, it hit them right in the face, and Fox smiled smugly.

"No," Hound said, "really. What?"

"They're fucking," Thorn said. They tossed the com back to Fox.

"We're not fucking," Fox grumbled. "We're-"

He trailed off and blinked.

"Were you about to say in love?" Hound asked.

"Holy shit," Thorn said. "I want to make so much fun of you right now."

Fox kicked them in the stomach, and they groaned.

Hound shuffled up onto his elbows and looked across at Fox.

"Gonna gloss right over the fact you're in love with the General and point out that you're gonna have to tell them eventually," he said.

Fox grunted.

"Hound's right," Thorn said. They patted Grizzer's flanks as he continued to clamber over the three of them. "It'll be so much worse if they figure it out by themselves."

Fox closed his eyes and rubbed his face.

"I know," he sighed. "I just… it's not the right time. They need to warm up to him a little more first."

"Stone likes him fine," Thorn pointed out.

"But Thire doesn't," Fox said. He folded his arms behind his head. "And if you tell Stone-"

"You may as well be telling Thire," Thorn finished for him.

They lapsed into silence again. There was no sound other than Grizzer's claws clicking on the linoleum, and their still quite heavy breathing.

"Want a drink?" Hound said.

"It's two in the afternoon," Fox pointed out.

"I have mixer," Hound added.

Fox blinked at the ceiling again.

"Yeah. Alright."

"He's got… such a good ass," Fox slurred.

Hound was slumped against his side. Thorn's feet were poking out from behind the desk, presumably still attached to the rest of them. Nothing they'd tried had worked, so their boot was still firmly jammed inside of their helmet.

"I'm not old enough to hear this," Hound said. He took another sip of his drink.

"And he's so funny," Fox said. "His smile is gorgeous… and his ass."

"Hey Boss-" Uj said, stepping through the door, "have you read these… reports…"

He trailed off and blinked down at them, his hand dropping to his side as he took in the scene. Grizzer padded over to him and snuffled him curiously.

Fox waved.

"Two things," Uj said, holding up one finger. "First, how are you this drunk when it's like… five in the afternoon."

"Alcohol," Thorn said from behind the desk. He waved his empty cup above the desk.

"Noted. Secondly," Uj took a deep breath, "is Thorn's boot stuck in their own helmet?"

"Yeah," Hound giggled. "They’re so dumb."

"It won't come out," said Thorn sadly.

Fox started giggling too. He slumped into Hound’s side and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Okay…" Uj said. "Well. Did you try just taking your shoe off?"

Fox blinked up at Uj, then glanced at Hound. They both started laughing hysterically while Thorn swore furiously, removing their shoe and violently throwing the boot helmet combo at the wall. Without their foot in it, the boot came free immediately and dropped to the floor.

"I can't believe you three are in charge here," Uj sighed. He wandered over to the desk and kicked Thorn out of the way, settling into Hound's chair while Uj (the massiff) and Grizzer started to wrestle in the tiny bit of floor not already covered in Fox and Hound’s legs.

"Now someone give me a fucking drink."

Uj is one of the wonderful @purgetrooperfox's OCs, and they very kindly let me borrow him and plop him into the terrible jedi verse. <3

#commander fox is completely fine #my writing #ask game #Commander Fox #commander thorn #sergeant hound #coruscant guard

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BTHB: Part 3

The third fill for my @badthingshappenbingo card requested by the wonderful @once-a-lurker. Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you enjoy! I’m also going to mention @gaeasun, @calamity-aims, @chiafett, and @one-real-imonkey, without whom I probably wouldn’t have the affection for Fox that I do. This fic is certainly inspired by theirs. (Please don’t feel obligated to read, I just wanted to give credit where it was due!)

Title: Take a Human Heart and Some Vanity

Square Filled: Dehumanization

Characters: Commander Fox & Commander Wolffe, Sheev Palpatine

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: Fox has a rare night off, but his mind is elsewhere. And he doesn’t know how to explain it to Wolffe.

Chapter: 1/1

Warnings: Dehumanization, Torture (It’s not graphic by any means, but I’m not sure what else you’d call Palps’ use of The Force.)

Read below the cut or on AO3.

My BTHB Card

Fox walked from the Guard’s barracks side by side with Wolffe, his posture slightly straighter, his steps a little stiffer than his brother’s. He wondered when the patterns of their strides had diverged so completely, and he wondered if Wolffe was cataloging all the ways he’d changed since the last time they’d seen each other.

Wolffe’s attention was forward as he spoke, and even as Fox listened, he knew it would be too much to hope that Wolffe would entirely carry the conversation all night. Still, Fox tried to lie to himself, tried to make himself believe he could hide in the darkness of 79’s beneath the neon lights, and music with a deep, driving backbeat.

He stole a furtive glance at his brother’s cybernetic eye and his scar. He wished he could have been there for Wolffe after he’d lost his eye. After he’d lost his men to the Malevolence. Fox wished lots of things.

Nothing to be done about it now, Fox thought; lately, it had become equal parts grating mantra and lamentation. It might be worth it, though, letting that guilt devour him. Maybe it would be better than whatever else was eating away at him week after week, shift after shift, stim after stim.

“Commander?”

Both Fox and Wolffe turned to find Hound with his massif close at heel. Hound’s helmet moved from Fox, to Wolffe, then back to Fox. (Grizzer, for his part, was more interested in Wolffe as he sat obediently at Hound’s left.)

“Sirs,” Hound said as he straightened and soluted. It might have been Fox’s imagination, but he thought Hound puffed his chest even more than he usually would. Fox was unsure if he did so to be a credit to the Guard, or impress another commander. Whatever the case, Fox gave him a weary at ease.

—

The Chancellor’s smile didn’t fade through the duration of the meeting with the young senator; it became sharper and less pleasant. Something Fox, in his own mind, had labeled an amiable sneer. Most politicians he encountered seemed to be similarly disingenuously armed, but, in the pool of vapid, cruel, self-righteous, utterly useless beings in the senate, he had a hard time envisioning it on the youthful, forthright face in front of him. For one small, indulgent second, Fox reveled in the aggravation the senator was causing the Chancellor.

The impromptu meeting ended, and the senator turned to leave. He acknowledged Fox with a nod and a quiet “Commander,” on his way past. He walked away without a clue as to how hollow his victory would eventually be. Because somehow, no matter what, the Chancellor always got what he wanted. Fox doubted this would be any different.

You idiot, Fox thought as the door to the office slid closed behind the departing senator.

“Do you find his insolence amusing, Commander?”

“No, sir.”

The question caught Fox off guard, but he responded in the negative as he would have if he’d been asked something so mundane as whether or not he thought the temperature of the room was unpleasant.

At a gala the previous week, a human senator had been drunkenly leering at Fox and his fellow guardsmen and marveling at how something that had not been born of a womb could seem so human, so sentient. He’d smiled and lifted his eyebrows as he looked at fellow guests, gauging their response to what he thought was profundity. Fox was used to hearing natborns’ fictions about clones, but half truths were somehow worse than outright lies. The senator had asked Fox if he wished he’d had a mother. And Fox had replied with the same two words, in the same clear, obedient inflection. No, sir. He’d kept his roiling bitterness and ire from his voice then, just as he kept the cautiousness and fresh dread out of his voice now.

The Chancellor hummed as he moved smoothly, deliberately from behind his desk. Fox could see his reflection in the luster of the top of his desk gliding alongside him.

“The good senator has managed to miss what’s above and beneath him. What’s all around him.” The Chancellor let out a chuckle that would almost have been pleasant.

The little hairs on the back of Fox’s neck prickled upward and pain spiked, horrible but not unfamiliar, in Fox’s skull, His body went rigid. Ice filled his lungs. Oh, gods, he couldn't breathe! The agony was unrelenting. He heard Palpatine's voice, but his lips didn’t move. Did they?

—

“Huh-uh, Grizz,” Hound said.

Fox came back to himself as Hound gave Grizzer’s leash a tiny tug. The massif settled back at Hound’s side and Hound continued his conversation with Wolffe. They were talking about one of Hound’s batch mates who had been assigned to the 104th; Hound was recounting a story about his batchmate. Fox couldn’t see Hound’s face, but, but he knew he was grinning like an idiot beneath his helmet. Wolffe had a wan smile on his face as he listened, but Fox knew Wolffe was also quietly studying him. Or maybe he was imagining it.

This is getting worse.

How long before he got too worn down, too careless, and ended up on the wrong end of a blaster in Coruscant’s underbelly? Maybe that would happen before he was deemed unfit and returned to Kamino as defective product. The latter would be a relief, if for no other reason than Fox achingly did not want to die on Coruscant.

“I’ll leave you to it, sirs,” Hound said. Fox wondered if Hound, beneath his helmet, was watching him as studiously as Wolffe. Wolffe cleared his throat and nodded when Hound saluted them, and Fox gave him a quiet dismissal.

We've named ourselves for beasts.

The silence between Fox and Wolffe gnawed at Fox as they continued on their way to 79’s.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

He’d gotten the distinct impression Wolffe would have dragged him from his barracks if it had come to it, but now that they were together for the first time in how long, there seemed to be a void between them. Maybe they could fill it with empty small talk or apologies. But maybe silence was better until they both had a few drinks in them. And, indeed, even after. At least on Fox’s end. He knew Wolffe was watching him, trying to puzzle something out. Maybe they'd part company earlier than expected. Maybe Wolffe would go get himself laid.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

Fox spied a group of four kids he’d chased away from the monument they’d been defacing the previous week. They were gathered around the outside of a store. Fox frowned. As they grew older, they’d find work in the lower levels of Coruscant and their youthful mischief would develop a dangerous edge. (There was a similar, but opposite correlation to be found in the senate building; the worse senators became, the higher they managed to climb.) He remembered the way the kids had scattered when he and the shiny that had accompanied him on his patrol had given chase. There’d been a mix of fear and youthful exhilaration on all of them. Fox had had another episode that same night.

—

Tears glittered hotly down Fox’s face. He wanted to scream. Tried to scream. But his mouth fell open and all he could hear was the hideous croaking that escaped.

“The intricacies of my plans go unnoticed until it’s too late. I do not need to lower myself to backing animals like you into corners to make things the way I want them.”

The magnanimous patience on the Chancellor’s face was belied by the predatory gleam in his eyes.

“At any rate, you’re a dog that can’t help but be loyal.” That garnered another chuckle from Palpatine, but this one was a grotesque, clotted sound that made Fox’s skin crawl. “It would really be a shame if that senator fell to harm. Afterall, the galaxy can be such a dangerous place.”

Nonononono! Pleasepleaseplease! Please not that, his mind wailed. The subtext of Palpatine’s words was as inescapable as pain and bloodstained memories lanced into his head. The pain became something precise and hateful at the base of his skull.

He was keenly aware of the oily slide of blood from his nose, and the humiliating groan that escaped him when the crushing feeling in his chest eased ever so slightly.

“I imagine the senator would be grateful if you helped teach him and his children that lesson. Would he not, Commander?”

“Yes, my lord.”

My lord?!

Fox’s mind reeled. This was the cause of all the missing time, all the headaches. All the blood on his hands, both his and the victims he couldn’t remember, except for the fear in their eyes and their dying breaths. As he fought his rising gorge as he wondered how many times he had already come to this conclusion. But this time he would remember. This time he would…

“And you won’t disappoint me again, will you, Commander?”

—

“Fox?!”

Fox’s back was against a duracrete wall, and Wolffe’s hands were clenched around his biceps, keeping upright. Fox struck Wolffe’s chest with the heel of his hand. It was clumsier than it should have been, but hard enough that Wolffe grunted and released his grip. He stayed close, though, as if he was afraid Fox would topple over the second he was out of his reach.

“What’s wrong, Fox?” Wolffe’s voice was a low, stony calm. Seeing anger in him would have been understandable - it might have even been a relief - but instead Fox saw thoughtful worry as Wolffe scrutinized him.

What’s wrong? Fox’s mind echoed. I wish I knew! He wanted to laugh at that, but he felt certain it would peel off into a sob. Or maybe a horrible, unwavering scream that would leave his throat raw. Maybe Fox didn’t want to know, not really. Could he stand to face the truth behind his slips in memory? All the wounds on his own body he couldn’t account for, and all the bright crimson he’d ever found on his hands?

No matter how intently he looked, Wolffe would never come close to understanding. How could he? Fox took in air more greedily than was dignified as he tried to think of something to say that would deflect Wolffe’s attention from what just happened. But Wolffe pressed him.

“You barely answer my comms, or the rest of the batch’s. There’s always a reason you can’t see us when we’re on leave. Since I’ve been with you it seems like you’re somewhere else, and you look like-”

“Like what?” Fox scowled openly at Wolffe. His voice was a low, private warning. What did he look like? A kicked dog? A fathir that’s about to bolt for its life? Like absolute shit?

“Like you haven't slept in a month,” Wolffe said as the corners of his mouth pulled downward and looked at Fox as though to ask him if he didn’t think he’d notice. There was no sharp anger there, just focused worry, and Fox was reminded that Wolffe had his own kind of patience and his own kind of stubborn compassion.

“Well, I sleep just fine in my cushy Guard barracks.”

Fox had meant for his words to bite, to throw back in Wolffe’s face whatever disparagement the rest of the GAR generally leveled at the Guard, but there was no real conviction to them. Wolffe narrowed his eyes at Fox, but didn’t take the bait he was offering, didn’t let Fox pick a fight.

“You’re a better liar than that.”

“I’m…” Fox’s fingertips worried at an imperfection in the duracrete he was still bracing himself against, but he glared at Wolffe.

I’m defective.

Wolffe lifted a hand toward Fox’s shoulder. Fox batted Wolffe’s hand away and took a graceless step sideways. If Wolffe touched him in that moment, he’d break. He knew it, and it disgusted him.

“I’m fine, Wolffe.”

“You’re not.”

No judgment. Just a fact spoken with enough insistence to suggest Wolffe’s next move would be to threaten, jokingly or otherwise, to beat it out of him.

But Wolffe was right, and Fox did the only thing he could.

He laughed. It was stilted, weary and hollow, but it counted. For what, he didn’t know, but it had to be better than openly sobbing. It left him without whatever small amount of energy had animated him. He nodded, as if in acceptance of that fact, and leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was seated, one hand on the ground, the other rubbing his thumb over the scar that ran along the left side of his jawline and grimacing at the feel of his stubble.

Maybe he wouldn’t get back up.

Wolffe followed suit and shaped himself into a loose approximation of Fox’s posture. They sat there like that in silence, both staring at the wall opposite them. The alleyway remained empty save for the two of them as the slow, steady foot traffic beyond filtered past.

“You’ve changed.”

Fox didn’t respond. It was true and it wasn’t. From Wolffe’s point of view, he undoubtedly seemed different than the last time they’d seen each other when Wolffe was on leave, and certainly different from the person he was when they’d parted ways on Kamino. Fox had changed out of necessity, but he’d been changed too. And the distinction sat like a stone in his chest.

“Still living in your own head, though.”

Wolffe’s knee bumped Fox’s, and Fox blinked and dipped his head. He made a noise in the back of his throat, but whether it indicated Fox agreed, or whether it indicated he hadn’t heard, neither of them were very sure.

“I can’t tell you what’s wrong, Wolffe. I can’t tell you, because I don’t know. Not exactly. It’s when I, when…” Words were suddenly much harder to come by. He hadn’t told any of his own men what he’d been experiencing, and despite all the worried glances he got from Thorn, Stone, or Thire, they didn’t know anything. They couldn’t. And they wouldn’t. It wasn’t their problem to deal with. Surely, an outsider’s scrutiny would be even less forgiving. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t get him shipped directly back to Kamino, was there?

“Well, you may as well tell me what you can, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Stubborn sonofabitch, Fox thought as he shifted his position to alleviate the ache growing in his left knee.

His silence stretched on and on until the futility of it sank in. Fuck it. He was losing his mind, or he wasn’t, and if he wasn’t, someone should probably know about it. And if Wolffe could be a brother to him, he could be a brother to Fox's men.

“Just promise me,” he began as he faced Wolffe, resigned and so damn tired. “Promise me you’ll do everything you can to keep my men safe. They’re good men.”

Wolffe nodded. It was as good as a promise, but Wolffe’s expression was one Fox had seen too many times. It was the closest thing to pity he’d ever seen in Wolffe’s eyes, and that made Fox want to run, or scream, or disappear.

“You’re a good man too, Fox.”

Wolffe’s tone dared him to disagree. Fox didn’t, at least not aloud. How could he enumerate all the ways in which that wasn’t true? Instead, he smiled a jagged, but winsome smile, and began to talk.

#bad things happen bingo #dehumanization #Star Wars: Clone Wars #once-a-lurker #tcw #bthb #commander fox #commander wolffe #sheev palpatine #I've been wanting to write Fox for a while now #in all his self-loathing glory #palps is such an a-hole #I love the entire sub-genre of fic where Fox brutally murders him

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