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BTW Price likes to tie you up so you're left naked, ass up in the air and waiting in his quarters before he goes out for a meeting. If you even care. He comes home to you dripping wet and hazy, having fallen into your soft and pretty subspace you get in just for him, and he says hello by sliding his fat cock into your cunt without much of a warning besides his belt comin undone :) Once he's used you like the proper toy you are, he'll run you a bath and soothe those rope indents left on your arms and legs, and clean his cum out of you with his tongue until you're so spent you can't keep your eyes open. Fall asleep in his big strong arms. Just saying.

I NEED A PART TWO!!! PLEASE!!!!!!

Same Heart, Same Blood

Character(s): Fives, Rex, Kix, Hevy's ghost

Summary: Fives' near-death experience after getting shot.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Character death, near-death experience, talking to dead people, coma, organ transplantation mention. (Lmk if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: This goes along with my work Set to Stun, so if you haven't read that, I highly recommend you do!! This is all based on a late-night headcanon discussion, my being sick, and very little editing, so I hope it's not too rough. I also apologize for any medical inaccuracies. But hey, Star Wars medicine! Special thank you to @rexxdjarin for talking me through the organ transplant HC, and to @writingbylee for letting me use her bacta HCs!! You're both awesome!!

Same Heart, Same Blood

He was floating, oddly disconnected from his body but still trapped within its confines. His hearing was irritatingly muffled, and he could not tell up from down or left from right anymore. He was simply there.

Through the cottony filter, he could hear what sounded like Rex, but he could not tell what he was saying. The brash voice of General Skywalker was there, too, but it was quickly fading, replaced by another brother’s voice.

“Six… minu… nee… mo… him… ow…” said the distorted voice. “ves… kno…in…ther… Fi… ang… on.”

He barely felt a pinch in his neck before an ethereal coolness enveloped him, taking him deeper into the welcoming darkness. He let himself drift, unable to do anything to stop it, and was content that he had done all he could.

***

Fives opened his eyes but saw nothing. The inky blackness was all-consuming, but it did not cause him any alarm. There was no need for panic. The deep dark space was calm, tranquil, and welcoming in an odd way. He was no longer in any pain, and there was no danger, no war, and nothing left to fight for. Peace at last.

Was this where death had brought him?

Before he was done registering the question, he saw a wisp of the most beautiful blue glide in a ribbony trail past his vision. Another quickly followed on his other side, splitting through the dark like hyperspace trails. More and more streaked across his line of sight from all around him, and he tracked their movement until he realized they were leading him away from wherever he was.

Fives took an automatic step, not realizing he had been standing on anything at all, and joined the swirling colors in their dance to wherever they were headed. He could not tell how long he walked, for there seemed to be no concept of time at all, but the wisps soon blended and faded into a warm, misty glow. He had no name for the color of the space, but he could see movement in the distance beyond—a figure drawing closer.

“Hello?” he asked. His voice sounded like his own, but it was also more like an echo in his head.

The figure took shape and became more solid the closer it got, and Fives wondered why his heart was not beating through his chest. He knew them—the tattoo on his jaw was unmistakable.

“Hello, Vod.”

“Hevy!” Fives breathed, reaching out for his long-dead brother.

Hevy’s semi-corporeal form reached back, locking a hand around Fives’ neck and bringing their foreheads together. “You did good, Vod, but it’s not your time yet.”

“What?” Fives asked, feeling like he should have been shedding enough tears to fill Kamino’s oceans. The wisps around them started moving faster, becoming brighter, until they were whiter than Fives’ could bear to look at directly. “You’re dead. So, am… am I?”

Hevy released him and gave him a gentle, familiar smile. “There are many things you still need to do.”

“Hevy, I-I don’t u-understand,” Fives stuttered, but the hand on the back of his neck gripped him more firmly.

“You will. Just listen for the echo.” Hevy removed his hand and suddenly began to fade into the bright wisps around them.

“Echo?” It was only then that Fives felt a surge of panic. Echo was dead. But why had Hevy come to him instead? “Hevy, wait! Where’s Echo?!”

Fives felt a hard tug behind his navel, pulling him into the bright light. “Where’s Echo?!” he kept calling. “Hevy!”

***

Beep… beep… beep…

Beep… beep… beep…

Beep… beep… beep…

It was a sharp, repetitive sound ringing in his ears every few moments. It was downright annoying. It was too bright now, pain shooting through his head.

Pain.

Once part of him had registered it, he became aware of it all at once. Every muscle, every limb, every inch of him down to his toes ached. He felt like he had been hit head-on by the Resolute jumping to lightspeed. His throat was dry, his lips hurt, his bones ached, and his lungs felt raw. He squeezed his eyes shut harder against the bright light, and even that hurt.

“…aking up,” said an urgent voice somewhere in the distance. “Contac… Rex…”

Fives groaned, realizing there was some kind of obstruction in his throat. He coughed against it, and it was quickly, albeit painfully, removed. As he slowly came around, blinking his crusty eyes furiously, he realized it was Kix hovering over him.

“Welcome back, brother,” Kix nearly laughed, smiling down at him. “Hang on, this will make you feel better.” He picked up a line and injected a generous amount of myobacta into it. “Thought we lost you there for a while, Vod.”

Fives tried to form the words he wanted to say, but he ended up in a hoarse coughing fit instead. Even as the bacta spread through his body, everything still ached.

“Easy, easy,” Kix soothed, elevating him into a reclined sitting position and adjusting the overhead light so it was not directly in Fives’ eyes. “You’ve been out for a few weeks, and you’ve got a new heart. It’s gonna take some time for you to fully recover. Just try to relax for me. I promise you’ll be all right.”

A new heart? Fives wondered. He lifted a weak hand to move the medical gown aside and looked down at his chest. There was a long, new scar over his sternum and a blotchy burn scar that was still sealed under a bacta patch on his left pec. No wonder everything hurts.

His thoughts were still disconnected and sluggish, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he had known since he was a shiny that the bodies of fallen brothers were often recovered after battles, and their organs were harvested and put into stasis in case another clone needed a replacement organ. It had always made him feel like the Kaminoans had done that purposefully, just to reinforce how expendable they were. He had tried to own it all the same, recalling telling the cadets on Kamino they all had the “same heart, same blood.” It was one of his more poetically symbolic moments, and he remembered Echo saying it would make a good tattoo.

Even though the dark truth was hard to admit, and it made him angry that such a thing as harvesting organs from fallen clones would be necessary, he also knew it had probably saved hundreds, maybe thousands, of other clones’ lives over the years—now including his own.

“Hey, you listening to me?” Kix asked.

Fives nodded weakly, thankful that Kix had moved the unforgivingly bright light. He had to wonder what had happened to him, though, to warrant receiving another brother’s heart. Kix’s bedside manner was also never this good unless someone had really been through hell, but he did not have long to dwell on the thought before the door burst open.

Rex came surging through the door as if he had sprinted the length of the Military Complex parade deck at full speed without stopping. He looked a little worse for wear, sporting an expression that was somewhere between elation and relief, and a new pale scar on the side of his head.

“Fives!” he all but laughed. “You’re awake!”

Fives nodded again. Why did everyone keep saying that? He had never fallen asleep that he could remember. He was with Hevy, and before that…

It all came flooding back in a rush. He remembered the plot, warning Rex and the general, picking up his pistol and screaming in a panic, aiming it at the red-clad Corries sent to take him away. He had been shot. Commander Fox had shot him directly in the heart. He remembered the searing, burning pain as his heart had ceased to exist in his chest, reduced to carbon and ash from the plasma.

“Fives? Hey, talk to me,” Rex said, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“He needs to rest up a bit. Here, drink a little of this if you can,” Kix said, bringing a straw to Fives’ chapped lips. When Fives did as he was told and made a scrunchy, disgusted face at the bitter taste, Kix chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the reaction I expected. He’ll be fine, Captain.”

***

Hours later, Rex had still not left Fives’ side, explaining at length what had happened. They had figured it out after all.

“You made me and Kix dig further into your warning, and we found out the truth about the chips in our heads,” Rex explained, pointing to the healing scar just past his right temple. “We uncovered a whole plot by the chancellor to destroy the Jedi Order, and we would’ve been his tools if you hadn’t tipped us off. The Jedi managed to remove him from power, and he was promptly executed.”

Fives had slowly regained his voice, but he still sounded like he had been screaming over blaster fire on the battlefield for too long. “Still can’t believe I got shot,” he snickered hoarsely. “Can’t say I blame Fox for doing his job, though.”

Rex’s lips pressed into a tight line and twitched at the corners into a tense smile. “It wasn’t his fault, Fives. He doesn't remember doing it.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was Palpatine, too. He’d been manipulating Fox’s chip like a test dummy for years. It caused him to have memory blackouts. Cody found records of it in a journal Palpatine kept while they were sorting through the intel after he was executed,” Rex explained.

Fives grimaced. Even fresh out of a coma, his blood boiled because of all the injustices and inhumanities every clone had endured, all for Palpatine's war. They were human, and they deserved to be treated like humans from the beginning, given rights and choices—not manipulated like programmed droids. “That’s fucked up.”

The captain nodded, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his clasped hands. “Actually, Fox said he wants to come visit you—as long as it’s all right with you. Says he wants to apologize and hopes you can forgive him. He’s been pretty beaten up over it.”

“Nothing to forgive. He can come anytime and I’ll tell him myself,” Fives said with a genuine smile. He could not help the wave of grief that swept over him, though. None of this should have happened to any of them. “I just wanted to do my duty, what was right.” Fives’ said sorrowfully. His already hoarse voice cracked. “For Tup, too. He didn’t deserve to die the way he did.”

Rex nodded solemnly in agreement. “But you saved us all, and Tup’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain. With Palpatine dead, peace talks have started all over the galaxy with fracturing Seppie worlds. The CIS is falling apart, but there are a few holdouts that keep fighting. I’m headed to Anaxes with Cody tomorrow. They are proving difficult to counter. It’s like they know our moves before we make them.”

Fives gave a cheeky smile, one that still showed all of the inner fire he still possessed. “I wish I could be there with you, sir.”

Rex squeezed Fives’ atrophied bicep reassuringly. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of fights left for you once you’re better. Kix might actually skin me alive if I try to sneak you out.” He stood and gathered his bucket, chuckling with his vod before making for the door.

Tell him. Fives thought. He should know. “Rex?” he asked, causing the captain to pause. “I… I know this sounds crazy, but while I was out, I saw Hevy.”

“Your batchmate? The one who died on Rishi Station?”

“Yeah, him. He told me that it wasn’t my time yet, and… he told me to listen for the echo. That’s when I realized… wherever I was, wherever Hevy came from, Echo wasn’t there.”

Rex looked skeptical, furrowing his brow and eyeing Fives curiously. He had his suspicions about an afterlife, but after spending enough time around the Jedi, he had long decided nothing was too farfetched. “You think Echo may still be alive?”

“I don’t expect you to believe me. I’m not sure I entirely believe it myself,” Fives sighed, shaking his head. “But I just have a gut feeling, you know? Just do me a favor and… listen for him, I guess.”

The captain offered him a confident smirk and a nod. “I’ll keep my ears open.”

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“The One That Got Away”

TW-Angsty

König x Fem! reader.

König please it wasn’t like that?”

“Then what then what was it!?”

“We were just talking and all he did was help me bandage up my leg that was all”

“He’s in love with someone else? He was asking for dating advice? That’s all I swear. Please my bear ask him that?

“(Y/N) I can’t do this with you, and don’t call me bear?”

“Don’t do this to me, don’t leave me?”

“I can’t marry you? You showed me that you’re not trust worthy and behind my back too.”

“König please don’t do this to us to me? What are you talking about König?

“Please tell me what did I do wrong?”

“I’m done, I’ll pick up my things in a few days.”

“König no no no don’t go. What did I do?!” “Tell me what did I do and I’ll fix it please?!”

(Y/N) pleaded with her lover to make him stay. König saw his lover flirting with another man to make it worst it was one of the guys from the task force. She tried to plead with him and show him it wasn’t like he expected. The rumors that brewed at the base were saying (y/n) was messing around with Soap.

König was easily swayed with them rumors. He never confronted her about them. She didn’t know about the rumors. All she was doing was giving Soap advice on how to approach his crush without sounding like a Buffoon.

That day Soap help bandage up her leg. He shared his news with her that he got a second date coming his way and that he need advice on what to wear and where to go.

(Y/N) became depressed for the next few months. She felt hopeless but she waited for him to come back. She held out hope that he would return and they would talk out what happened. And fix the miscommunication between them.

She waited.

3 Years and 6 Months, 5 Days Later.

The never ending nightmare replayed in his head. That was 3 years ago when König broke his first love heart. His sweet maus. He paid the price for leaving her.

The day he left was the worst mistake he made in his life. The way she looked at him when he gathered all of things up and walked out of her life for good.

The way she fell to the ground crying. She screamed as he walked away from her.

A few nights ago Soap ran into König at the bar. The TF had a successful mission and they saw him there drinking. Soap explained to him what had happened 2 years ago. Explaining to him that (y/n) was the reason Soap was happily married and with a child on the way.

*König made the biggest mistake in his life*

The string of broken one night stands hurt the most he found no comfort in the women he brought back to his hotel or apartment.

They all had meaningless sex with him and left. He never felt so empty in his life. He had to find her and make things right.

He returned back to the base where she was stationed at and he searched for her. He never should have let her go.

He had to find a way to get in contact with Captain Price the man in charge of The 141 TF.

“Captain Price I know I have no right to ask you this but have you by any chance know where (y/n) is at?”

“König you might want to sit down?”

Captain Price gestured for him to take a seat.

“(Y/N) she’s still with us but she’s currently in engaged.”

*This is her wedding invitation. Price set down a invitation. The style of paper and layout of everything was what she wanted. König picked it up and saw her name and another mans name on it with hers.*

“She was hurt when you left us. She stopped talking for 6 months and she was put out on leave after her accident. We all thought she finally cracked. She lost a lot of weight and all the guys were worried about her especially Soap and Ghost. They were all worried she wouldn’t make it when she collapsed on the field. She was shot 4 times and stabbed twice before she collapsed. She would go into the field and take her anger out on the enemy.”

“Ghost was angry about what you did to her. He told us if he saw you again he’s gonna kill you. Just a heads up mate. But you shouldn’t be here anymore.”

“Her wedding is in a few days”

“Leave her be she’s happy now and she’s expecting as well”

“She’s retiring for good this time”

König walked out of the base shocked. The plans they made were set in motion but he wasn’t apart of it. The news about her being pregnant with another man’s child made his heart break. He wanted children but with her. Only her.

*The Day Of The Wedding*

“(Y/N) you look beautiful my dear.”

“Thank you my love.”

(Y/N) look down to her small baby bump. She cradle her bump with her fiancé Clifton. I’m so scared I’m due anytime from now. The excitement showed on her face. I’m so nervous too. Her fiancé cradled her belly cooing to their child. She noticed someone across the street watching them. They looked familiar in a odd way but she ignored it.

König took his sniper hood off and wanted to see (y/n) for himself. There she stood she glowed. Her pregnancy was a thing of beauty. He was supposed to be the one to create a baby with her not him. They had plans to start a family. All he could do was stand on the outside and watch.

(Y/N) made their way back to their rental home and started to get ready for the evening. She had help from her family and friends getting dressed. She stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress. Her mom helped put her veil on. Her make up was done by her sisters and her brother did her hair.

Finishing touches gonna be done an hour before the ceremony starts.

“(y/n)”

“König?”

“You look beautiful. You’re pregnant too.”

“Yeah, what are you doing here. How did you get in?”

She didn’t want to look at him. She turned away.

“I know I messed up and I let you go and I made the biggest mistakes. Can you hear me out please?”

She slams her hand down on her vanity.

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself to me. You walked away from me when I needed you most. You thought I lied to you and thought I was cheating. I waited for you and you didn’t let me talk that day. You have no idea what you did to me. You broke my heart and walked away from me.”

“Get out you’re gonna me cry and mess up my make up.”

“Why are you even here it took me 2 years to get passed what you did to me. I stopped eating and I prayed for death because you walked away from me. I asked about you everyday the first year. Everyone tried to convince to let you go. I couldn’t I held out hope for you that you would come back. Well guess what I moved on and met my fiancé Clifton.”

König stood before her. He didn’t know what to say to her. She spoke the truth. He caused her pain and didn’t think twice how much it was gonna hurt her.

“You look beautiful I know I have no right to tell you who you should love but I just want forgiveness. I know I’m too late to make you change your mind about us. Just know I will always love and if you need anything I’ll always be here.”

“I forgive you”

She didn’t want to look at him. He caused her so much pain. Tears rushed down her face. She couldn’t wipe them away. She waited till he left. She exhaled loudly with the breath she held in.

She didn’t want to see him but he was there begging for forgiveness.

König watched at a distance he saw (y/n)’s mom and dad give her away to her fiancé Clifton. She never looked more beautiful then she did today. Her pregnancy glow, her bump and the dress all made her look like a angel that fell from heaven.

He watched her kiss her husband. He couldn’t hold back his tears. She isn’t mine anymore.

König could stay around anymore. He pulled back his hood on and left. Walking to the nearest bar to drink his sorrows away and live in a memory where (y/n) was his girl. And no one could take her from him.

“She’s the one that got away”

2 Years Later

“Clifton honey”

“Yeah baby what’s-?”

“I’m pregnant!”

König stood outside (y/n) house. He spent his days watching over her. He stayed his days working with Kortac but his free time he watched over his past lover. Unable to move on he made it his mission to watch over her and her daughter.

“My girls”

“I love you and I’ll never let you go.”

Honestly, thank god for the tumblr version of humans are weird/space orcs/whatever. I love the stories I read on here about discovery and interaction between different species and how cool space is. Every time I try to go to reddit (into the r/HFY one, which is supposed to be the same thing), all I get usually is stories of human's deadly military in space.

I don’t know why this never occurred to me until now. But Lucio’s real name, Montag, means Monday.

The man’s name is Monday.

No wonder everyone hates him.