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Can I request headcanons or anything else you'd like to do about Hound x Human Reader? I'd like something with it, NSFW or SFW, it's up to you. I miss my baby green. 🫶🏽💚
day two; _hound x reader first contact au
the barn set in the very back of the apartment complex was mostly used for decaying landscaping equipment, amongst other tools to maintain the property that were likely older than you were. the wooden walls of the structure could hardly be called anything kinder than unreliable, as in most storms you swear you can see it sway just enough that it caused you to mentally question its integrity each time.
it's not like you actively sought out the barn. it's not something that lingered on your mind constantly or was somewhere you retreated to for solace or comfort. your apartment faced the back lot, therefore whenever you woke up in the morning and looked out the window, it was the first sight that greeted you.
it's also the last thing you saw before you went to sleep, it's wooden door illuminated by the twin lanterns that hang on each respective side.
instead of your bed though, you find yourself outside with your heartbeat loud in your ears, swallowing thickly as you loiter about two yards away from the rolling door.
you'd sworn you made last night up. a dream that had wandered too far to the edge of impossibly insane, your own eyes deceiving you as fear threatened to devour you whole.
yet, the first thing you did when you woke up this morning was looked out your window, watching for the same light that had beckoned you out there the night before.
Hound, he had introduced himself as.
you couldn't see it from your bedroom, but the trail of pink life-source still remained, the same that stained the grass that led up to the barn. you'd walked alongside it out of blatant curiosity, wondering if something in there was leaking or damaged by the weather that seems to tip the structure back and forth.
you still don't really know why you went out there last night. your subconscious swears it was the extra set of lights calling your attention, a irregular in the normal scene that has always been the same day in and out.
now, you can't even conjure up a reason as to why you would even return, fear still rising in your chest as you stand here with your arms wrapped around yourself.
he's still in there, as far as you can tell. he'd dimmed his lights the instant you shakily admitted that was why you were standing in front of him, but he waited to ask until you'd calmed down, even if only by a fraction.
"How'd you know ah was here?"
"Your... your lights,"
now, you can still see the faint glow that still seeps beneath the gap in the door, lapping at the dirt and the toes of your sneakers.
he had frowned, actually frowned when you tried to retreat, stumbling backward over your own two feet and grabbing at air looking for the handle.
"'M not gonna hurt you," he'd drawled, tone hushed and gentle. "I- yer scared... ah'm sorry."
he apologized to you. you still don't know why.
there's a lot of questions that persisted unanswered, more than you could even list aloud. you partially assume that why you're standing outside here now, looking for a little more of confirmation and a little less guesswork.
taking a brave step forward, your trembling fingers reach out and wrap around the wooden handle, leaning forward with all your bodyweight to push the rolling door across the track.
once it's open, just enough for you to slip inside, you know immediately you've lost any chance of pretending like you were never there. a soft cerulean light falls across the dirt, and the sound of mechanical humming reaches you the same as it had the night before.
once you'd heaved the door back over, his voice carries across the space immediately.
"You... came back,"
it's not posed as a question, surprise weaving within his words rather loudly. but he still speaks so softly, far quieter than anyone that big should.
his hand still cradles his side, the pink liquid not overflowing from the wound as it had the yesterday, but the substance now lays caked along his army green plating and the ground below him.
pursing your lips together, you nod twice, eyes fixated more on the lawnmower to your left than meeting his gaze.
if he minds, he doesn't express it.
"Good. That's... great. I was thinkin' ah'd scared you too badly." Hound hums, not having moved an inch since the barn door had moved slowly over. "Ah didn't wanna-"
your eyes flit up to meet his blue ones at his pause, the silence between you swelling until it might as well have been a high-pitched scream.
"That wasn't my intention. Ah meant what I said... wasn't gonna hurt ya." then something tumbles from his voice box, dare you say it was a self-deprecating laugh. "S'probably a lot to ask, to trust my word."
to his purposely stifled awe, your shoulders jump up and then fall back down in a display of neutrality. "You didn't hurt me last night, so I guess I can take your word on that,"
"Right." he perks up considerably, as if you just talking to him was a major victory. "And, uh, ah owe you some thanks too,"
now you're confused. "What for?"
"Didn't have any other visitors or the government knockin' on the door," he rumbles, using his free hand to prop himself up a little more, sitting up straighter. "You didn't... tell anyone. So, thank you."
a laugh almost escapes you, a sarcastic rasp of 'who would believe me?', but you stifle that back down. he's trying, and even though the mere thought of a twenty-five foot robot trying to be friendly makes your head spin, he's still doing the most to not frighten you.
"You don't have to thank me." you whisper, hands finally dropping to rest at your sides.
"Sure ah do," another beat of passive quiet. "Could ah be so forward to ask ya one question?"
you hum, meant as go ahead. he takes it that way.
"Didn't catch yer designation,"
you tilt your head to the side, realizing you've been locked with his eyes for a hot minute now. "Designation?" you press softly.
"Er- name. Sorry. Meant yer name."
you exhale quietly. "Oh. It's y/n. I guess I kinda ran out of here kinda quick,"
"Ah don't blame ya for that." Hound confesses, a small smile never leaving his face. "S'nice to meet you, y/n. Circumstances aside."
against your better judgement that still screams run, you agree. "Likewise."
It’s been forever since it was posted but I still think about @hoiststowline’s cute stargazing Perceptor x reader fic. So I decided to draw it with Percy and human au IV.
It’s been forever since it was posted but I still think about @hoiststowline’s cute stargazing Perceptor x reader fic. So I decided to draw it with Percy and human au IV.
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