Cite the final line of five of your fics - your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.
Tagged by the lovely @punsbulletsandpointythings Thank you! Gonna tag @thebisexualmandalorian @itsybitsylemonsqueezy @cryingcryptids @wolveria and @sleepy-skittles no pressure if you don’t want to <3 (also i totally cheated and mostly did last paragraph for two. sorrynotsorry)
Wolffe’s Scars (one of my fave endings tbqh)
“The only thing that allowed me to live with myself after 66 went out,” Wolffe whispered into the quiet of the room, “was when I saw his ship go down, I could hear him in my head. Like he used the last of his strength to make sure I knew.”
“What did he say?” Gregor asked, genuinely curious.
Wolffe replied while hearing its echo rattle around in his head, “‘I forgive you, my son.’”
Atin smiled at Sev as they walked off, “Fuckin’ ARCs, man.”
Sev just shook his head, “Fuckin’ ARCs.”
“Fives! Fives, brother.”
Rex’s voice sounded strange coming through through the ray shield. It was all warped and didn’t sound like Rex at all. Though, that may have been the ringing in his ears, and the pain radiating from his chest. Fives was glad that Rex was the last person he would ever hear say his name. Rex was a good brother. They had seen a lot together. Hopefully Rex would heed his warning. Hopefully Rex would remember him, and remember who he was. He was Fives.
After a moment Jesse moved his arm to wrap around Kix’s waist, and kissed his temple, “Come on, let’s see what we can do to be useful again.”
Kix shifted so he could put his arm around Jesse’s shoulders, “Yes, let’s.”
He stood there, at the edge of the field, until the last flame went out. Until the heavy black smoke cleared. Heavy and dark as he felt. He wished he could clear his mind as the smoke cleared the sky.
Rex turned from the field, the field of his brothers, and never came back.