#fic finale

[characcoon]

Change of Perspective - Chapter 25 - Moving Forwards

Art commissioned from @less-depresso-more-espresso

AND IT’S OVER! IT’S THE FINAL CHAPTER! HOLY SHIT! THANKS YALL

BUT! it’s also not over. Ya better subscribe to the series to not miss anything!

[martianbugsbunny]

To Convince You That I Love You (A Kalluzeb Fic): Chapter 4

*spinning around slowly whilst dabbing* This is the last chapter of this fic! I never said it was going to be a long chapter fic, and four is more than I usually get to, but I'm still kind of sad that it's done already. I am, however, considering basically doing an AU of my own fic so I can have this short and sweet version and potentially (don't hold me to it) a longer version full of much more miscommunication and angst before Kallus and Zeb get together. (Hehe.) But for now this is where the buck stops, so read on and enjoy the finale!

Kallus could feel the fog in his brain even while he was unconscious. He was drifting, somewhere in a deep darkness, and he couldn’t see so much as a beam of light to lead him out. Maybe there was no out.

Then he felt a vibration in his marrow. He knew it before he even recognized what it was.

A deep voice cut through the fog. “Wake up, Kal,” it said. And since it was in his bones, how could he refuse?

He opened his eyes. Right there, standing beside his cot, was Zeb. Kallus let his ISB training fall to the wayside as his eyes filled with tears, and he did nothing to stop them spilling out.

He would’ve expected Zeb to be uncomfortable with such a display of emotion. He had, in fact, seen that in action before…regarding other members of the crew, that is. But Zeb knelt down next to the cot (he was so tall, he was still about gut-level with the low frame) and, leaning his head on one hand with his elbow on the cot frame, laid the other on Kallus’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, Kal,” he said, and his voice was so unbelievably tender, yet filled with so much pain, Kallus wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him—for a second. Garazeb Orrelios was the one man, the one person, in the galaxy who could tell him even that the sky was green, and Kallus wouldn’t argue. He had put his life into Zeb’s hands back on Bahryn, and to be honest with himself, he hadn’t taken it out of them since.

As he sobbed, it felt like he was crying out the fog in his mind, releasing the confusion and the haze with his tears. He became sharply aware of the way Zeb’s claws dug into his flesh, each singular point of contact distinguishable from the others.

When he stopped crying, he also became aware of the way he had completely emotionally compromised himself. Even though he wasn’t in the Empire anymore, it was still hard to not think in their terms, and baring your bleeding heart to someone you were in love with wasn’t exactly Empire-approved protocol.

“I’m sorry,” he started.

Zeb rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to apologize, Kallus,” he said. “You’re hurt, of course you’re going to cry.”

Kallus tried to focus on the pain in his leg and not the irritation he was discovering in Zeb’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “If you worried.”

Zeb snorted. “If I worried? If? I know I’m not the easiest guy to read, Kal, but come on!”

Kallus’s throat constricted. “I wasn’t sure if you…it’s hard to judge how much you….” He trailed off and didn’t bother trying to finish. He wasn’t about to say something stupid and prideful and drive Zeb away.

“Who is it, Kal? I know you don’t love me, and I have no right to worry about you like I do, but I can at least give him the shovel talk.”

Kallus grabbed Zeb’s hand, despite the pain that shot up his arm at the movement and the accompanying spike of nausea. He simply prayed he wouldn’t throw up as he spoke. “Now who’s not doing his reading right?” he asked. He thought his voice sounded slightly hysterical. He wondered if it sounded worse to Zeb. “It’s you."

Zeb stared at him.

“You’ve been doing all those stupid, risky things because of me?” Noticing the look on Kallus’s face, he raised one barely-existent eyebrow. “I’m good at guessing,” he said dryly. "Actually, Sabine figured it out, but I should've seen through it myself."

“That girl's the only one with any sense around here,” Kallus muttered. “I had to be sure you would believe me when I said it. That you would see I’ve worked hard to be a better man, maybe not one worthy of you, but I think I am a decent man now and I really do love you.”

“Kallus, I would’ve believed you if you said it in the middle of the jungle after taking a few days’ leave—which, by the way, the doctor’s ordered you to take. Doing your best for the Rebellion and killing yourself for it aren’t the same, and before you started taking those risks, you were doing your best.”

"I can always do more," Kallus said. "I would give my life to convince you that I love you."

Zeb sighed, taking Kallus's hand in his. "But I'm telling you, you don't have to. And I wouldn't want you to. What's the point of telling me that you love me if you die and leave me alone?"

Kallus was now aware of nothing but those bright green eyes and the warm, strong hand in his own, which felt weak from unconsciousness and pain. It finally reached the processing part of his brain: Zeb wanted to believe Kallus loved him because....

That was why he'd seemed strange before. He'd thought Kallus was putting his life and limbs on the line for someone else—and there was only one reason why that would change his behavior so.

"Say it, Garazeb. I need to hear you say it back."

Zeb didn't hesitate, only pausing to study Kallus's face as though he never wanted to look at anything else as long as he lived, before repeating Kallus's words and making all of the sacrifice and recklessness worth it.

"I love you."

[lumilasi]

Family Secrets finale

Chapter 103&104

And thus, another monster of a fic is finished. Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I hope to see you again with the follow up stories, or with just my other fics. Also I’m sorry. Grab a comfort blanket as you may need it. 

[snowie130]

After two thousands words, the mating dance begins.

[martianbugsbunny]

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 11

*throwing confetti* It’s time for the real happy ending, loves! Yes, I’m sad this is the last chapter, and I have no clue what my next chapter fic will be, but I really loved writing this one, and this chapter just makes me preposterously happy! Once again, all the Mando’a in the dialogue came straight off Wookiepedia (If you guessed that I used the wedding vows again, you’re right! And you get a gold star! 🫴🌟) It’s a proper wedding, not deathbed-confession-vows like these guys had last time, so read on and enjoy!

It was two weeks before both their wounds were healed enough, and the exhaustion abated enough, for Paz and Axe to repeat their vows publicly. Before the ceremony they sat together in one of the underground gardens, polishing their armor. Paz had already polished his helmet in solitude, and Axe was excited to see him wearing entirely that bright, gleaming shade of blue.

Ragnar splashed in a small pool of collected cavewater a few feet away. It was strange to be back beneath Mandalore’s surface, after all the time Axe and Paz had spent trying not to die down there, but a project was already underway to break apart the crystalline shell encasing the planet and there was a lot more light.

“Fifteen minutes, lovebirds!” Bo-Katan called from the corridor. Axe heard her cackling as she walked away.

“That woman drives me crazy,” Axe grumbled. “And now that you and I are married she’s going to drive you crazy too.”

“Well, you’re getting stuck with Din Djarin and his little green monster,” Paz countered. “I think I’m getting the better end of the deal.”

Axe glanced over at Ragnar. A husband and a son. He got both, and he got to enjoy his life with them on his home world. “I’m sure I did.”

Fifteen minutes later, polished and gleaming in the light of the Great Forge, Paz wearing a brightly-embroidered kama and Axe with a similar cape, they stood in front of the assembled Children of the Watch and Nite Owls. It was a show of unity, but they were still split down the middle—there were no other unions like theirs, yet, to intermingle them.

Axe started the vows as before, but this time with joy in his voice and a wide smile on his face. “Mhi solus tome.” We are one when together.

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” Paz continued. Axe was knocked breathless by the amount of love in the words. He felt tears coming to his eyes. We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.” We will share all.

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” Paz said. They both glanced over at Ragnar, standing off to one side near Paz. We will raise warriors. And this time, they meant it. They were actually getting the chance to raise at least one warrior together.

The crowd of Mandalorians, both sides, cheered loudly, tapping their vambraces together until the hall rang with the sounds of beskar and celebration. Paz pulled Axe into his arms and pressed their foreheads together. “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Then he turned to the crowd and called, “Alright, Mandalorians! That’s enough! We still have one more ritual to perform today.” Paz held out his hand and Ragnar came to his side. “My riduur and my son are to be joined together. Axe Woves, declare your role not only as a husband, but as a father, and become Axe Vizsla.”

Axe knelt down to be nearer Ragnar’s eye level. He placed one hand on Ragnar’s shoulder. “Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad,” he said. I know your name as my child.

This time, Paz was the first one to cheer, clapping Axe on the back. He got to his feet, Ragnar’s hand in his, and let Paz wrap an arm around his shoulder and hold him close to his side.

[lumilasi]

Finale

Crossroads: Epilogue

We’ve finally arrived. It’s time to put this story to rest. I’ll return to the AU sometime, but for now I want to focus on ALL of my other writing brainchildren that have been craving/demanding my attention. 

Also

If you thought this was gonna be fun fluffy Christmas carol epilogue?

MWA HA HA HA HA HA 

nope.

But it’s still veeery fun. 

[lumilasi]

the grand finale

Here it is. I’ve finally, officially finished another story of mine.

Crossover story ch 16-17

...chapter 16 got a little dark. I’ll explain in the beginning notes.

This sure was a fun journey, and I hope @theteapotofdoom has enjoyed reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! It was a fun little (”little” by my standards lmao) side project to do.

Also @leeontheneonx3 PREPARE FOR MORE BRAINSTORMING. We already got a good bit in, but I still need a bit more puzzle pieces to put together a coherent story

[ivystoryweaver]

why why why whyywhwywhyyyy is this draft getting long enough to break into 2 parts?

i'm not gonna do it. i'm not. i'm not.