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Mamihlapinatapai {part 2}

Thank you all so sooo much for the kind feedback on part 1! Part 2 is coming at you now! 💜

Need to catch up? {overview} {part 1}

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

Themes: royal au, medieval au, court intrigue, arranged marriage, original characters, mutual pining, slow burn

Warnings: injuries, mentions of death/war/murder, emotionally abusive parents

Rating: Mature

Word count: 4.5k

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Mamihlapinatapai - (noun, Yagán origin) a silent acknowledgement and understanding between two people, who are both wishing or thinking the same thing (and are both unwilling to initiate)

A Summer’s Ball | Kingdom of Gu, present day

The next few days were just as tumultuous as the first, Chan and Korenna slowly progressing from treating each other with complete silence, to short-lived bickering, to finally being able to hold a civil conversation for at least a few minutes. You escorted them to more ceremony preparation meetings, then to councils with the foreign affairs ministers, the historians, the priests, each one stressing how this union would be a stepping stone in your two kingdoms’ relations and they should think of it as a huge honor. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the both of them, being reminded over and over how their lives were simply a means to an end, to be controlled at the whim of their fathers’ aspirations.

A turning point finally came when the three of you visited the city surrounding the palace grounds, the prince refusing to miss his weekly visit to the village market. Chan loved to interact with his people, to support their businesses, to hear their grievances, to show he cared. You followed behind the two of them as you walked through the plaza lined with stalls, Chan waving to each of the merchants, Korenna watching him with a mix of reservation and admiration.

“Your people seem to be thriving. I wish I could say the same about our villages.”

You eyed Chan, knew he was forcing himself to hold back a biting remark, likely about how if Lajor’s people were currently suffering, it was the monarchy’s fault. He finally came up with a question, trying his best to keep the conversation going.

“Have you brought up your concerns to your father?”

“I’ve tried, but he doesn’t want to listen to anything I have to say. All he cares about is what he thinks is right, no matter who suffers for it.”

Chan nodded solemnly, “I can understand that.”

Korenna gave him a somber look and appeared to have something more she wanted to say, but was promptly dragged off by a small child wanting to show her his father’s bakery stall.

You nudged Chan’s arm. “See, she’s not so bad, Your Highness. If you give her a chance.”

He started in the direction of the princess, turning to walk backwards and smile at you with his arms out in a lighthearted shrug, “If you say so.”

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That evening the king was hosting a ball, to celebrate the engagement of the prince. You’d helped Chan dress, his midnight blue velvet ensemble and dark hair set off against the silver crown he wore making him look more like a deity of the moon than an earthly prince. Then you had gone to assist Korenna. You couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked as you watched her from across the room, her champagne colored gown and perfectly curled blonde hair standing out against the relatively muted colors worn by the other attendees. She was standing away from Chan, talking amongst a group of noblemen’s wives and other high powered ladies, but her eyes never strayed far from his back as he talked with Minho and some other knights around a wooden table in the corner.

“You look quite stunning tonight, Y/n. Purple is definitely your color,” came a deep voice on your left, and you turned to see Prince Felix approaching you, his small frame clothed in a breathtaking deep red suit. The younger brother of Prince Minho, Felix had the sunniest personality of anyone you’d ever met, quite contrasting to his voice but in perfect harmony with the bright smile he flashed as he reached your side. It had been several months since you’d last seen him, his studies as apprentice to your kingdom’s Chief Healer taking him to the academy in the highlands far away from the city.

“Prince Felix!” you exclaimed, arms reaching to pull him into a quick hug. “I could say the same for you; that red suits you perfectly, Your Grace.”

Felix laughed, releasing you from his hold. You and he had been close friends since childhood, ever since, at the age of 5, he’d stepped on the hem of your skirt and you’d pushed him into a mud puddle, causing guards to rush over and attempt to have you arrested. His mother and the queen had stepped in, calming the guards as you remorsefully reached out your hand to help him up only to be pulled down into the mud next to him, the both of you dissolving into fits of laughter.

“I’ve missed the city. And it seems the city has missed me for all the excitement it’s spun up in my absence.” His eyes followed your gaze to where Korenna had made her way over to Chan, and watched as she led him out to the quiet balcony overlooking the gardens. “How are you taking all of this?”

“I’m fine, Your Grace. What reason would I have not to celebrate such a momentous occasion?”

Felix fixed you with a knowing look, but dropped the subject, content to stand with you at the edge of the dance floor.

“Y/n, I thought I told you not to let Christopher and the princess out of your sight,” came King Bang’s voice from behind you. “The last thing we need is for them to get into one of their verbal sparring matches with the whole court present.”

You turned, lowering your head to the king. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

You left Felix next to the king, his expression turned to one of distaste at his new company, and walked quietly out onto the balcony where the couple was talking.

They were standing closer together than you had ever seen them, leaning forward against the railing’s edge. They seemed to be deep in conversation, Korenna actually reaching her hand up to place it on Chan’s back. It didn’t feel right watching them without their knowledge, so you cleared your throat loudly, causing both their heads to snap up. Chan looked slightly embarrassed, his head tilting forward, but Korenna’s expression was almost unreadable. She stood staring at you for a few seconds, then pursed her lips, nodded her head to Chan, and walked back into the main ballroom as you approached him.

“I apologize, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Trust me, Y/n, you didn’t,” came Chan’s tired reply. You wanted to know if she had upset him, to know how you could comfort him.

“What were you discussing?”

A soft song started to make its way out from the half-open door. Chan looked up at you, completely ignoring your question.

“Dance with me?”

Several seconds went by in silence. He reached out his hand, eyes imploring you to say something, to say yes.

This was dangerous. You couldn’t think of a worse position to be caught in, dancing with a betrothed man far above your stature. But you also couldn’t think of a way to say no to him.

You took his hand and he pulled you flush against him immediately. You tried to resist the urge to place your head on his chest, but the feeling of being in his arms was too much, made you feel so safe. So you laid your cheek there and felt a low hum come up through his chest. It was quiet for a while, the two of you simply swaying back and forth, not doing any particular dance. You felt his head rise from where it had been resting on top of your head.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look gorgeous tonight Y/n.”

“You told me that earlier, Your Highness.”

“I know. I wanted to tell you again.”

Then he placed his head back down and you continued to spin in slow circles until the song ended. He brought your movements to a stop, taking your hand and kissing the top of it as he leaned forward in an exaggerated bow, “Thank you for the dance, my lady.”

You looked at him with a small smile. “You’re welcome, Your Highness.”

He returned your smile, turned, and walked back towards the party. You felt your chest tighten, feeling a little too much like your dance had been his way of saying goodbye.

Thinly Veiled Threats | Kingdom of Gu, 6 years ago

“Watch out!”

You turned towards the direction of the voice just in time to see Chan break through the wooden fence in front of you, thrown off his horse by the force of the lance he just took to the chest.

The prince had just turned seventeen, which made him eligible to compete in the annual Four Kingdom Competition, where knights, lords, and even royalty from the continent’s four greatest kingdoms met to determine who among them would be crowned victor in a series of strength tests. His father had of course insisted he enter on his first eligible year, which had led to the activity you were currently engaged in, training a boy who was used to classrooms, libraries, and diplomacy lessons the intricacies of hand to hand combat. The tasks ranged from archery to sword fighting, wrestling to jousting, and while Chan knew his way around a broadsword and shield, it was clear that the latter of those was not going to be Chan’s strong suit.

You walked calmly towards where he sat on the ground, knowing he would only be more embarrassed by any attempts to rush to his aide. He was sitting up, so you could tell he wasn’t badly injured, but his right hand still stretched across his abdomen to clutch at his left side. He’d been hit there at least three times now, and if you had to guess, what was once a bad bruise was more likely a patch of broken skin at this point.

Voices floated around you as you pushed your way through the small crowd that had gathered around him, many asking the prince if he was alright or giving unsolicited advice on how to avoid the outcome he seemed to be cursed with. You picked up on the voice of a squire, one who served the boy who had knocked Chan down most recently, as he nudged the side of the older boy’s arm.

“You could have gone a little easier on him, you know. His mother just died.”

Great. Just what you needed; a physically and emotionally wounded Chan.

“Alright, give him some room everyone. His Highness is fine; go back to your own practicing.” You shooed away the stragglers and knelt so Chan could wrap his free arm around your neck, hoisting him up and slowly making your way to the infirmary tent. Leaning him against the side of a cot, you reached for the clean cloth and distilled vodka; this was going to hurt like a bitch, but Chan could take it.

“You’re pulling back too much and too early, it leaves your side vulnerable,” you said, carefully easing off his ripped tunic so you could tend to his wound.

He stayed silent for a few moments, fingers gripping harshly against your shoulder as you cleaned the cut and wrapped a bandage around his midsection.

“I…,” he trailed off, seeming to struggle to find the words he was looking for. “I’m a coward. I’m a failure and a coward and everyone knew it except me, until just now.”

His words knocked the wind out of you. You knew he was ashamed (entirely unnecessarily) when he couldn’t hold back the tears at his mother’s funeral while his father maintained his perfectly stoic expression (that heartless bastard), knew he was self-conscious about his fighting abilities, but you’d never heard him express that insecurity so directly before.

“Your Highness,” you spoke softly but forcefully, hands cupping his face to make him look you in the eye, “you are one of the bravest men I know. You have one of the hardest burdens a person can bear on your shoulders, have had it since you were born, and you carry it with grace and dignity and compassion. You inspire me and countless others every day with your strength and generosity. You are not a coward.”

He looked back at you, and suddenly you felt yourself being engulfed in his embrace, his legs parting to pull you close to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around your chest, his head pressing into the crook of your neck. Slowly you brought your hands up and began to rub small circles on his bare back. This was the most emotion he’d shown since that night you stood beside his mother’s bed, watching as he held her hand and whispered all the things he wanted to tell her one last time. You were a little overwhelmed, but mostly happy, happy that maybe he was feeling again. Eventually you heard his quiet voice next to your ear, “Thank you, Y/n.”

Then he released you from his hold, donned his shirt, and walked back to the jousting pitch. You watched him go, until a deliberate cough came from behind you, shattering your reverie.

“I suppose he’s lucky to have you.” The words spilled from the king’s mouth, his signature gravelly voice seeming to chase all other sound from the tent.

“My apologies, Your Majesty, I hadn’t noticed you were here,” you spoke, bending into a curtsey.

“It seems it is quite easy for the two of you not to notice others when you think you are alone.”

You blinked, unsure of where the king was going with his remarks. He sidled up to you, close enough you could hear him at a whisper.

“I may have owed your family a debt, but that has been repaid ten-fold. I know my son, know he would never be led astray of his responsibilities unless you gave credence to those thoughts in his head, fed his intimate physical desires. So do not delude yourself into thinking you can take him from me, little servant girl. And if he ever does come to me, asking me to set aside our laws, our traditions, so he can marry you, I’ll know what you have done, and you will never see the light of day again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Satisfied with your response, he left you there, his words staining your mind like the bloody cloth you clutched in your hands.

The Hunt | Kingdom of Gu, present day

How he managed to get his father to agree to this you had no idea. But Chan always was very convincing when he needed to be.

You were preparing for a day’s long hunt. In all honesty it was an excellent idea; it would give Chan space to be himself after having been shut inside the palace for two weeks, preparing for his impending nuptials. Normally this was one of your favorite activities to do with Chan and the knights; getting to ride, to spend time in the woods, maybe use your bow. But the one condition of the king’s agreement had been that Korenna was going too.

She’d been different with you, with everyone really, since that night on the balcony, avoiding attempts to make small talk and speaking harshly when she made requests. You didn’t want your relationship with her to turn sour, seeing as you’d soon be serving her for the rest of her life (and yours), so you held your tongue and pressed on with your duties.

Chan’s black courser and your chestnut palfrey were saddled, and you were in the midst of preparing a well-tempered white mare for the princess.

“Good morning, Y/n.”

You looked up, seeing the dark head of hair and upside down smirk belonging to Prince Minho smiling down at you as he leaned over your kneeling frame. “Good morning, Your Grace.”

You were not as close to Minho as you were to Felix, but you had always gotten along well, your similar sense of humor and affinity for archery solidifying your friendship.

He offered his hand to pull you up, which you accepted. “I’m glad you will be joining us on this outing, Y/n. I’m not sure I could handle Chan and Korenna on my own, even with 5 other knights to accompany me.”

You hummed in agreement, finishing attaching the bridle around the mare’s head. “I’m not sure you could either, Your Grace.”

Minho let out his signature high pitched laugh as the rest of your party approached, and the two of you maneuvered to the front of the pack as you set off towards the nearby woods. You all rode in silence for a while, riding not typically being an activity that required much talking, until you heard Korenna speak from her position next to Chan in the middle of your group.

“So, who is the best at the strength tasks of the Four Kingdom Competition?”

A strange question to ask so out of the blue, but you supposed it was somewhat relevant to the situation at hand.

“His Highness is an excellent swordsman,” you replied, looking back slightly in their direction.

“Sir Jeongin has given us all a run for our money in the wrestling ring,” you heard a voice from the back say. He must be one of the other knights in your party.

Chan replied next, “Minho is a skilled horseman, beats me in the joust nearly every time.”

Minho’s eyebrows rose up at that, smirking as he rounded out the answers, “And Y/n here is an expert marksman. She’s the best I’ve ever seen with a bow.”

You thanked him mentally, hoping he could read it in the look on your face. You weren’t about to boast about your own talents to the princess, but it was nice to know that she was now aware you weren’t just some lovesick girl who followed the prince around, that you actually took your responsibilities seriously.

“Really? And who taught you about archery, Y/n?” You thought you heard a touch of menace in her normally high pitched voice, but brushed it off.

“I’ve had many teachers, Your Grace, but the first was my father.”

“How very… non-traditional. Where is your father now? I’d love to meet him.”

You saw Chan and Minho tense in their saddles, well aware of what your answer would be.

“He died, Your Grace.”

“Oh,” said Korenna, her voice noticeably softer now, “I apologize for bringing up a sore subject.”

“It’s alright, Your Grace,” you replied. “It was a long time ago. You couldn’t have known.”

An uncomfortable silence fell on the group then, but luckily your first planned stop was not far ahead. A small grove of trees surrounding a clearing was where you usually began the hunt, splitting off in different directions and meeting back there before sundown. But because you had the princess with you today, it was a more laid back affair, and you’d planned to have a picnic of sorts before you continued in earnest.

Everyone set about unpacking the sacks that carried your meal for the day. You uncorked your canteen, taking a sip before heaving an exasperated sigh.

You’d forgotten to bring extra water for the horses.

You called over to Chan, where he stood spreading out a blanket for Korenna to sit on.

“Your Highness, I’m going to the creek to get water for the horses.”

Chan looked up and you could see the smile on his face from where you stood across the grove. “I’ll go with you!” he said happily, only to have his arm tugged back by the princess next to him.

“You are not a servant, Chan. I’m sure Y/n can go by herself.”

Your loud conversation had caught the attention of the rest of the group, who were all looking over at you in interest. You were surprised by her bluntness, but she did have a point. “Her Grace is right, I don’t need you to accompany me, Your Highness. I simply wanted to tell you where I was going.”

Chan gave a side glare at Korenna, but agreed. “Fine, but you shouldn’t go alone. Sir Jeongin - “

A tall boy, clad in the red, black, and gold uniform of your knights, walked over to the prince. He was no more than eighteen, must have only just taken his oath. You remembered his name from the earlier conversation about the strength tests, impressed he was making a name for himself so early.

“ - please accompany Y/n to the stream to fetch water for the horses.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

So the two of you set off, leaving the rest to their meals. You didn’t really need a knight for protection, but your heart warmed at the gesture of Chan not wanting you to go alone. You arrived at the bank of the creek and began filling some extra pouches you had brought with water.

“It’s so much quieter here,” Jeongin commented absentmindedly.

Despite the sound of the water running, you agreed it did seem calmer here than in the grove you came from. As you knelt by the edge of the stream, you noticed large patches of grass surrounding some nearby trees had been pressed down. Curious, you walked over to the area, observing the singed ground and muddy boot prints on the rocks, telltale signs of human presence. You hadn’t run into anyone else on your walk over, but maybe there were some others out riding today. Raising your head, you called to your companion, “Sir Jeongin! Were there any other hunting parties out today?”

“Not that I know of, Miss,” Jeongin replied, his expression revealing he was rather confused by your question.

You looked around again, and that was when you noticed the torn piece of blue fabric latched to a jagged branch on a nearby tree. Your blood ran cold and you grabbed Jeongin’s arm, breaking into a run.

“We need to get back to them. Now.”

You’d made it about half way back to the grove when you heard a scream, you and Jeongin sprinting to reach the clearing. But when you arrived, the scene was entirely not what you expected.

Your mind had immediately gone to the Lajorans when you spotted that piece of cloth on the tree. But here you stood, watching men clad in your own colors raise their swords to clash with the group of knights who’d accompanied you and the royals. Your eyes frantically searched among the chaos, looking for Chan, but before you could spot him you noticed Korenna, hiding alone behind a large rock at the edge of the treeline. You pulled Jeongin back behind a tree, gesturing in her direction.

“Do you see the princess over there? You’re going to grab her, get on a horse, and ride back to the palace now.”

Jeongin was looking at you with wide, scared eyes; his mouth was open, not making a sound.

You shook his shoulder. “Sir Jeongin, do you understand me? Do not look back at us, just take the princess and get her to safety. I need you to do this.”

Your words seemed to finally reach him, and he set his mouth in a straight line. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Good. Go. And don’t look back.”

He left your spot behind the tree and you turned back to the action in the grove, still trying to find the prince. Finally your eyes landed on two men standing back to back, swords flying as they blocked the attack of about 6 different men.

Chan and Minho.

You started towards them, reaching for your own sword, when you spotted someone perched in a tree right outside the circle of men. The attackers started to pull back from around the two princes, and you could see exactly who the archer had in his line of sight.

You screamed his name, sprinting to cross the clearing and threw your body in front of him, arms outstretched.

You felt a sharp pain in your left shoulder as you fell against Chan’s chest, his arms coming up to catch you.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

Trumpets were blaring from the direction of the castle as Minho dragged Chan back, still desperately clutching you in his arms. The attackers were dispersing and you heard the sound of a voice saying “Chris”; it took a moment for you to realize it was your own.

“I’m here, Y/n, I’m here. Just hold on please. You’re going to be okay, just please hold on.”

The last thing you saw were his eyes as your vision went black.

Of Flower Buds and Roots | Kingdom of Gu, 16 years ago

“Mother, when will they be here?”

You were standing in the open-air courtyard at the front of the palace, your mother’s hands on your shoulders. The two of you had moved to the palace a few years ago, when your mother had gotten a job as a servant there after the war ended. Today, you were told, would be the day you were to start your position there, as personal attendant to the young crown prince.

“I’m sure soon darling. Remember we never rush royalty.”

As you waited, your eye was caught by a small boy standing with a large scary looking man. He looked to be about your age and was holding a tiny bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. The man seemed to be trying to take them away, but the boy clutched them to his chest. A woman who you thought you’d seen before approached them, glaring at the man, who backed away from the boy as she took his hand. Then, they started walking towards you.

Your mother tightened her grip on your shoulders, bending into a curtsey and pushing you down with her. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.”

“The pleasure is ours,” came the queen’s pleasant voice. She knelt down between you and the boy.

“You must be Y/n. This is my son Christopher, the prince. You will serve as his attendant.”

You stared at the boy, his eyes even with yours, hair mussed and shirt covered in dirt.

“He doesn’t look like a prince. He looks like me”

“Y/n!” your mother gasped, the queen chuckling slightly and calming your mother with a hand on her arm.

“You’re right, he might not look like one yet. But it’s going to be your job to help him become one. Do you think you can do that?”

You pondered her question and finally said, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

She smiled and stepped aside, placing her hands on Chan’s back and pushing him forward.

“Hi Y/n!” the boy said excitedly. “My name’s Chris. Or Chan. Either’s fine! I brought you these flowers! I thought they might look pretty in your hair.”

He extended his tiny fist holding the flowers and you took one from the bunch, pulling back your hair and putting the flower behind your ear.

Chan’s face immediately lit up in the brightest smile you’d ever seen, his eyes crinkling cutely. “I was right!”

From that moment on, you decided there was nothing you wouldn’t do to see that smile on his face.

{part 3}

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Be My Redemption.

Chapter x1v

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC:2200

Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content.

Mentions of sex... Sooo, mildish smut? Talk of Sarah, so expect angsty stuff and there is of course, fluff. I left it with a naughty 😈 ending! Enjoy readers!

! I don’t own the gif that is used in this fic !

Worcester is a small city you and your group are now held up in, there is a round fifty more miles to go before you reach the walls of the Boston QZ.

Considering the thunderstorm followed you from Ludlow, you all had frequently stopped to sleep and regain your energy, insisted by Diego. Passing many towns along the way, you sit here now in front of a fire and think back to each one...

There was Palmer, small and rural but, there was a hospital that had some extra supplies left behind. Being guarded by infected, you figured anyone that has passed through here before didn’t want to try salvage it – you and your group did want to though.

It was worth the trouble, for you had a healthy supply of medical supplies now; Antibiotics. Disinfectant. Gauze pads. Bandages. And, a paramedic's bag sat untouched in the back of an ambulance, rife with more supplies. Passing through the town of Palmer was certainly a win.

Warren. Another small, rural area but their school district provided a safe and sturdy place to rest for a few days. You and Joel slept in the head teacher's office, spooning on the sofa, making love to each other morning and night for the three days you all stayed.

Giving the privacy and separation from the group, who were sleeping in the dining hall, you were able to appease those sexual frustrations that were arising since Ludlow’s bar.

On the third and final day when you were due to pack up, he made a point to leave you feeling satisfied until the next time you had this privacy. For you were finding it difficult to walk the first few hours to the next destination.

Two days later, in the town of West Brookfield, you were bathing in a big pond named ‘Wickaboag.’ Stark naked and dirty, you eagerly entered the water to get clean as Joel remained seated at the edge of the little dock, watching.

Turning to him and smiling before ducking underneath, you swam under the surface. When reaching his position and coming up from the water, Joel beamed down at you, “You having fun down there?”

Feeling cocky, you grab a hold of his feet and yank him in with you, giggling back “Oh yes! But it’d be better with you”

After you and Joel cleaned yourselves up, and he laid out his now sopping wet clothing over the dock, he came up from behind and tackled you to the sound ground beside the water. Face down, with your ass up, Joel fucked you hard and fast.

Afterwards, he turned you to face him and fucked you again, slower this time, with passion and love, swallowing all of your moans with kisses.

You both had to get back into the water to clean off the mud you had acquired during the love making. Then, meeting up with the rest of your group after that to proceed to the next unknown town.

The town called Spencer was an interesting time. Residing in a hotel for a few more days as the rain followed yet again, you walked off on your own to find Jackie and were surprised to see her exiting a janitor's office with Johnny. Feeling like they’ve been caught, he departed quickly and left her with you, stunned and embarrassed.

Moving in to hug her and whispering reassurances, “You don’t have to explain yourself. Lord knows I would probably do the same if I were in your shoes!” Jackie silently wept into your arms, holding you back and when Diego came looking for her too, you waved him off and took her to the roof instead, to be alone.

Up there, you both talked about it, assuring her through it all repeatedly that it's okay and that she has nothing to be sorry for. After a little while, both of you were bolting down the stairs together, upon seeing flares firing up into the night sky. Alerting the three men and therefore ending your stay at the hotel, on the 5th day.

Not sticking around to find out who or what fired those flares, you all fled to a neighbouring town called Leicester and your group spent two nights in a gun store. Raiding and looting everything you all could get your hands on before moving to where you are now, Worcester, in a Museum.

The rain is still battering down. Actually, it seems to be getting worse and so, here is where you all will stay until it eases enough to travel.

Currently seated in the lobby area at the main entrance, you watch the flames dance from the makeshift fire, zoning out at the orange glow as the heat of it radiates towards you.

Until Johnny’s voice pulls you out of the peaceful trance, “What about you, Y/N?”

“Huh?” Looking to him confused, he then scoffs at you, “Haven't you been listening? What’s something that you miss, from before? Mine is beer”

“I-I don’t really want to play this game, Johnny.” Stuttering to him, as you see Diego and Joel looking uncomfortable in the corner of your eyes. But still, he insists “C’mon Texas, give us something.”

Seeing Diego move, you speak quickly, “It’s okay Dee...” Holding your hand out and smiling, “...Erm, I uhh miss the food, real food. There were these burgers from my local restaurant, you know, the juicy and tasty, but loaded with grease kind’er burgers.”

Johnny nodded his head and agreed with you, Jackie threw her head back hollering, “Amen! Stuff will give you a heart attack but damn did it taste so good.”

You smiled at them and laughed but looking to Joel, you see him fiddling with his watch and just as Johnny was turning to ask him, you butted in first “Joel, shall we go for a walk?”

With his nod, you were up and walking towards him. When you both left, Johnny turned to the remaining two and speculated “Weird, what's up with that?”

Without you there to stop him, Diego finally chimes in now, addressing Johnny. “Hermano, I know you’re just trying to lighten the mood but watch how you word your questions. We’ve all lost someone, ‘what you miss from before’ can very quickly turn into ‘who do you miss’.”

Johnny scratches his head and sighs, “Shit, you’re right. Sorry bout’ that, I didn’t think.” Both Jackie and Diego nod their heads.

Jackie, assures “It’s ok, we know you meant it in a good faith. I miss beer too!”

They smile at each other and Diego agrees, quietly chuckling to themselves around the fire.

Taking Joel’s hand, you walked with him to find somewhere peaceful to sit. You know Johnny didn’t mean anything by his question but after seeing Joel’s demeanour, your whole body screamed at you to pull him out of there.

Entering a little side room and by the looks of it once you’re in there, it used to showcase mini movies. So, you and Joel parked your butts on the bench and after a minute or so, Joel swung his legs over each side and pulled you into him, cuddling you from behind.

Burying his head into your neck and placing a kiss to the skin. You rubbed your hands up his arms and when he yawned, you asked if he was tired.

Joel shook his head and sat in thought for a moment, before bringing his hand up and displaying his watch to you, he spoke “My daughter gave me this watch. For my birthday.”

Taking his hands in your own now, you wiped a finger across the glass and watched the clock hand ticking away, admiring it, “It’s a lovely gift, Joel.”

He hummed in agreement with you. Then, the next thing he said to you made your heart stop, “I miss her, y/n.”

Leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you turned your face towards his and looked in his eyes, broken and lost with a glossy overtone but you looked into them and held his gaze. When you noticed tears welling up in the corners, you acted on it fast.

Turning yourself around quickly and sitting on his lap, you pulled his head into your neck and kept him there. Holding him tightly as you ran your hands up and down his back, telling him that you were sorry.

Joel pulled back, running his thumb across your cheek and you noticed his eyes were different when looking at you now. As if you could feel the love radiating from him, he pulled you in for a kiss and while keeping the proximity, he finally admitted “I think Sarah would’ve loved you, Y/N... I can actually picture you in our lives, back then.”

“Joel-” Voice breaking, you try your hardest to push back your own feelings and be strong for him instead, “Tell me more about her?”

Smiling to you, he reveals “She was beautiful-” he shook his head but kept smiling “With blonde hair, she was my blue-eyed little girl.”

A single tear trickled down his cheek as he chuckled, “She had a wicked sense humour for a twelve-year-old.”

Trying to keep him laughing, you jibe, “She must’ve got that from her Momma then, because her Daddy is an old fart.”

Joel leans back to lay down, pulling you with him and wraps both his arms around you, “Her Momma weren’t around. Just me and her, and her uncle Tommy of course.”

Telling him you are sorry yet again, he hugs you tighter and kisses your head “Don't be sorry, darlin’. I played both roles, some things were easy, others were a little more delicate. Trying to explain to a little girl why boys are different was an interesting one.”

Laying on his chest and shaking above him as he laughed. You tilt your head upwards to look at him, giggling “How’d you handle that one?”

He grins, stuttering “I... I was stumped, she was only 3 at the time. We were at the beach and a rather busty lady walked by in a bikini. So, she asked where mine were.”

Both you laughed together now, Joel’s was loud, deep and hearty, making your cheeks redden with love upon hearing it, he continued “I looked to Tommy for help but he was useless. I just told her everyone is different and I'll explain when she is older, then when that came around, she ended up telling me what the differences are”

“Haha! you got taught by your own little girl - “ while holding his gaze, you bit your lip and looked into his warm eyes, asking “She had you wrapped around your pinky finger huh?”

Joel smirked, nodding his head, “She wasn’t a naughty kid but one time she kicked a boy who was bullying her and I may have taken her for ice cream after school.”

Gasping inwards with a sarcastic tone, you tutted, “Joel Miller, how dare you... Only ice cream?”

Joel laughed more and pulled you up his chest, kissing your lips and emphasised his earlier statement, “She would have got along with you just fine.”

Leaning your weight on each elbow at either side of his head, you ducked your head down and whispered, “I would have loved to meet her, Joel. She sounds extraordinary and she’s real lucky to have you as her father.”

A pang of sadness flashed across his face, but he smiled at your compliment and hummed, “Hm, I was the lucky one, girl. Thank you, Y/N... For pulling me outta there”

Smiling to each other, he began Inching his head up to meet your lips but the door swung open to your right. Thus, halting his movements when Jackie barrelled in, she cringed whilst covering her eyes, “Shit, sorry. We have a little problem, I think we’re gonna be snowed in.”

She apologised once more before leaving and you looked back to Joel, joking “Still think you’re the bad company? They have impeccable timing, don't they?”

Joel grabbed handfuls of your ass, kissing your lips and mumbled into you, “She didn’t say they needed our help, it’s just snow...” breaking off and sitting up, he then pushes you down on your back and moves in close to your face while hooking your leg over his hips, “...Besides, I don’t think it would be so bad to be snowed in here with you.”

“Hhm, I would have to agree with that statement Mr. Miller...” Whispering to him, before pulling on the collar of his shirt to kiss him back. When he grinds his hips, you order him, “...You can fuck me or make love to me, Joel.”

Then, Joel swiftly turns you round to lay on your front ...

Minutes later Diego walked down the hallway to come get you both, stopping just before the door, his mind went red and he squeezed on the handles when hearing Joel slap you, grunting “How d’yer like that, Y/N?”

Next chapter, here

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Qui-Gon Jinn x reader (3)

You had been granted residency in one of the empty Knights’ quarters while Yoda negotiated with the Council. Qui-Gon had been stabilised, and your three companions had all been assigned to rest. So it was that when night fell, you were reacquainting yourself with the ever-moving, ever-awake lifestyle of the temple. Having spent 13 years dodging in and out of public lodgings and hotels across the galaxy, that was less difficult than you’d expected. The Jedi were quieter and more gracious than the many intragalactic travellers you’d encountered. The issue, then, that kept you awake, was a flash of yellow eyes and rotting teeth. The splitting of red skin. And the pale, gasping body bleeding out on your doorstep. The fifth time it woke you, you couldn’t decide what was real, and the empty Jedi quarters were not reassuring. The air was cool in the corridor outside when you emerged, wrapping a grey cloak around the sleeping robes Yoda had given you. The Grand Master’s room had not moved from its place, two floors higher than yours. He wouldn’t turn you away, always open to offer advice on even the darkest of nights. But your pounding heart drove you down the corridor in the opposite direction, bringing you to a stop in front of a door that was unfamiliar in as many ways as it was familiar. The hallway was empty, but you knew it wouldn’t remain so for long, as you paced, deciding whether or not you were going to enter. As a Padawan, Obi-Wan would be sleeping inside also, and you had no doubt that Qui-Gon had kept Anakin with him also. You had no wish to explain to them why you had woken them at 2am.

As a group of chattering Jedi neared the corner closest to you, you panicked and typed in the security override code Yoda had kept pinned to the wall in his rooms when you were a Padawan. The door slid open with a quiet hiss, and you stepped through, letting it close behind you as the group outside rounded the corner. Sure enough, a small futon on the floor of the central room contained a sleeping Anakin. The uniform shape of a Master’s quarters guided you into the door to your right, open, as you expected. As soon as you saw the familiar body, a dark shadow in the bed, you were stumbling forward, reaching clumsily for a pulse, careful of the wound you knew would still be aching in his chest. He didn’t flinch when your hand settled around his wrist, feeling for the pulsing heartbeat beneath the skin as he blinked awake, eyes taking a moment to focus in the dark. His hand clasped around yours where you were reaching for him, and he instinctively reached forward, thumb brushing against your tear stained cheeks. “Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed, pulling you to him until you were seated on the edge of the bed. “You’re alright. Everything’s ok.” You leaned into him, unable to stop the tears now you’d finally let them fall. His chest was bare except for the bandage around it, his breath warm and rumbling from sleep as you counted it as a timer for your own.

“Sorry,” you murmured, eventually, reluctantly starting to pull away but he kept his arms around you. “Waking you up at 2am when you’re injured.” “I’ll take it as payback,” he laughed, gently, shuffling over in the bed and waving you up to sit on the pillows next to him. “It was only yesterday I dragged you out of bed to fix me and fight a Sith Lord. How did you get in though? I didn’t hear the chime.” “I didn’t want to wake the others,” you admitted, guiltily, “I was kind of hoping the door would just magically open but then there was a group of people coming down the corridor and I didn’t want to be the random lady standing in front of your door like a weirdo so I tried Yoda’s old override code and apparently he hasn’t changed it.” “You’re allowed to breathe,” he teased, as you finished rushing out your admission. “And I should have known, you do have a habit of remembering everything.” “It is rarely the useful stuff,” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder again, relishing the quiet security of his arms around you. “I am sorry for waking you. I should go.” He released you, and you padded towards the door. “(Y/N),” he called after you, voice low. You turned to face a sad, knowing smile. “Will you actually get any sleep if you do?” “That is not your burden to bear,” you evaded, continuing on your way. “Can I not decide that?” he asked, pulling you to a halt again. “I cannot control what you decide,” you responded, eventually. “Well, I’ve decided,” he announced, pulling the covers you’d been seated on back. “Come and get some sleep.” You hesitated in the doorway, his gaze matching yours evenly, but there was very little will left in you to leave him, knowing you’d just as likely find yourself outside his door again. His arms were warm around you when you returned to him, a security blanket you’d lacked even as a child.

“Master Qui-Gon!” You jolted awake at dawn, colour immediately flooding your cheeks as you recognised Anakin’s voice, and Qui-Gon’s warm embrace. The man shifted beside you, grunting a quiet acknowledgement of the young boy. You buried your face in his chest, hoping you could shrink beneath the blankets and remain unseen until the child left. “Anakin, you shouldn’t wake him while he’s injured,” Obi-Wan’s voice scolded in the background, and you heard him step into the room. Tension fell over the air. “Good morning Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon stated, evenly. “Anakin. Did you both sleep well?” “I did!” Anakin replied, enthusiastically. “The bed you gave me is sooo comfy.” He neared the bed, and spotted you. “Oh, good morning Senator (L/N).” You turned your face to him, and waved shyly. “Master...” Obi-Wan began, and you could hear confusion, exasperation, and disappointment warring in his voice. “It’s not what it looks like,” you defended, shooting into an upright position. “I swear on the Force.” “And what does the Force mean to you, Grey Jedi?” Obi-Wan snapped back, folding his arms. “You left the Order. I should’ve known it was a bad idea to bring a Grey Jedi here.” “Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon scolded, but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” you whispered, managing a sharp grin, “You’ll hurt yourself. He’s right to question me in defence of his Master.” Obi-Wan’s face softened into confusion. “What’s going on?” Anakin whispered, beside you. You patted his hair reassuringly, stepping out of Qui-Gon’s bed. “Nothing to worry about, kayfoundo wanga (hungry one),” you assured him, before looking back up into Obi-Wan’s angry eyes. “You stay here with Qui-Gon, alright? Padawan Kenobi and I will be right back.” Obi-Wan glared at you, but followed you out anyway, as you pulled your discarded cloak back on against the morning chill.

“How is that not what it looks like?” he demanded, as soon as the door closed behind you. “You were in his bed.” “Qui-Gon and I have known one another a long time, Padawan,” you explained, collecting three teacups from the cupboard Qui-Gon had kept them in even when you were a Padawan. “But never like that. It is against the Code, and for all his issues with the Council, Qui-Gon would not so flagrantly disobey the Code. What you found this morning was a result of my nightmares drawing me to ensure Qui-Gon’s health.” You poured hot water into the pot in front of you, steeping the leaves with the same care you always had, the delicacy with which Yoda had instructed you to do so. Obi-Wan’s silence was heavy on your shoulders as you finished making the tea, placing your tools down to look up at him. “For all you may think of me, Padawan,” you implored him, meeting his heavy gaze, “You ought not to think it of your Master. As many questions as you may have about my morals, there is one truth I can tell you. I know how much he believes in the Order, and I love him too much to ever take that away from him.” His eyes widened at your admission, shock glittering in their blue depths. “There is your truth. I left to protect him from my love, and I should never have come back. I will make arrangements to leave as soon as I have consulted the Grand Master.” He picked up the three cups, and you opened the door into the bedroom for him, before stepping backwards and vanishing into the corridor with the quiet swish of the door.

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The last records of the Valiant

Voyage day 1:

I’m so excited to be writing this! So excited that I have decided to keep a journal which I can use so that I will never forget this journey for the rest of my life!

Where to start? Where to start? How about with my name? Yes that seems right, well my name is Jacob Fisher, I’m eighteen and this is my first proper voyage on a ship and what a ship! It’s the Valiant, but for the few of you out there who don’t know what the Valiant is and why I am so excited over this. The Valiant is a ship famous for making long voyages into Orax and for always bringing back the largest treasures and many a tale of adventure.

Well I was accepted to join the crew for my dexterity and that I can quickly climb to parts of the ship others would find hard to reach. Over the next few days I will try and meet my fellow crewmates and record them here.

Now comes the part I wanted to get to! Apparently there has been news of a large creature roaming near to Lanta on the Orax side and its core is supposed to be an incredibly rare one. Our captain is determined to be the one to claim it before another crews can get to it. This will be the greatest adventure!

Day 7

So I have met many of the crew and they are all brave and kind souls. I’m currently sleeping in a dorm with three others, Two men and a woman. I have learnt that their names are John Lutanis, Mary Shellingham and Albert Bickerton.

John and Mary are riflemen and Albert is one of our cannoneers. Out of the three, I like John the most, but I think I will be omitting this little line when we get back from this adventure, the other two are really nice and I don’t want to hurt their feelings.

John on the other hand is my age and was also hired at the same time as me! He also seems as enthusiastic as me which is wonderful! I hope to get to know him better over this journey and what is also great is that he is teaching me how to shoot.

So far the work has been tiring, but also pretty rewarding. Like that one time two days ago when I had to shimmer up the outside of the ship to tie a rope which was coming undone and would have let one of our skimmers plummet to the ground below. For that I got an extra helping at supper which I shared with John.

The captain also seems like a kind fellow, a little distant from the rest of the crew but still nice enough. I have only seen him mostly from behind with that long black flowing cape of his. Though he did give a speech today about making good time to beat the competition to the creature. We still don’t know what form it is going to appear in, but that fills me with excitement

Day 20:

We are heading over Lanta right now, so I decided to add another chapter to my personal record of our journey and what a lot of things I have to say! Let's begin with the most important things to me so … that is probably our mission and John.

Three days ago we managed to overtake another ship that was trying to get to the beast before us, that showed them for trying to mess with the Valiant. The ship I think was one from the South Orax trading company, it was certainly flying banners similar to theirs. We were probably lucky they were to be honest since they can’t touch us due to their rules and regulations and they were quite more armed than we were.

Two days ago I managed to get a ride in one of the skimmers with John, what an experience that was! I was in the spotter position while he was in the gunner point. Another crew member by the name of Grace Lee was the pilot, she is quite nice too.

I think me and John properly befriended her around four days before that over dinner when John managed to sneakily catch a bird for the two of us to eat. She caught the two of us, but didn’t decide to inform cook on us. (He doesn’t like others eating food that he didn’t make) We offered her some and got talking. Apparently she is originally from Lanta, which is another amazing thing about this ship.

The crew is sooo diverse. I meanwhile me and John are Rostran born and bred and it shows with how accustomed with ships, both naval and air we both already are. Grace is from Lanta as is our cook. Mary Shellingham is from Drakon and it really does show, her face has that slightly angular look which is common to that area of Awreala and don’t tell her I said this, but she does have the pride too which comes from Drakon. Albert I recently found out was from Rethait, he was picked up in one of the Valiants earliest adventures over in that area.

The captain I still don’t know, but I think he is from Dorwin. He is just too good at everything aboard the airship to be anything else. That ends my catch up messages for the moment.

Day 50:

Wow, 50 days in huh? This one probably will have the least in it, which is weird considering it is the largest time gap by far. Yet there is just more of the same so I will try my utmost to keep it brief and not bore all of you reading this to death. For as it is said, (I think!) when telling a story, if you think it will bore the audience or become too repetitive, leave it out. (Or something to that respect anyway.)

So, me, John and Grace have been becoming better and better friends all the time. She takes us out for special skimmer rides, and in return we teach her little tricks and things we know. It also turns out that the skimmer I saved right at the start was hers! Imagine that.

For the last few weeks me and John have gone stargazing together at night, we sneak out after dark and sit at the back of the open deck layer where the spotters on night duty don’t look. He managed to show me where the azure and emerald lord constellations are. They truly are beautiful… and in many respects more entrancing than the unmistakable fiery glow of the crimson lord constellation.

A day ago Grace told me that it is agonising for her to watch me and John together, she said that we should just get a room together. I don’t particularly understand her, we do already share a dorm so what could she mean?

On another note we met the Cook's wife properly two days ago, she is … well exactly what the stereotype of that profession is really. A kindly matron sort of figure and I feel a great balance to the gruff nature of Cook. I know some of you listening to this might wonder, why does he never mention the Cook by his name? Well apparently he liked being called by Cook so much he changed his name to it, I don’t mind, so long as it makes him happy then that's great!

I think that’s about it for the moment. See you in a few days!

Day 57:

Well I was going to wait another few days, but I just had to speak here. Well so me and John were discussing authors we enjoyed reading and he knows of the adventures of Constable Sawford too! For you readers who don’t know of these books, this entry will be of little use to you, but the need for me to talk about it was too great!

Well apparently there is a book four which was just published and HE HAS A COPY OF IT! Apparently this too picks up from the surprise twist at the end of book three which I won’t spoil for anyone just reading them, we decided to read it together at night while stargazing.

Grace told me and John a day ago that we were unbelievable for not getting the hints, what hints? I asked John about it and he said he had no clue either.

Either way I am really looking forward to reading it with John.

Day 70:

Boy do I have a lot to say and by a lot I mean so much has happened in the last thirteen days. I will save the biggest thing for last, so that it doesn’t take over the entire entry. But I will say that I finally got what Grace was saying.

So I managed to properly meet the captain a few days ago, he … is quite like I expected him to be really. He always feels quite distant when talking to him, even though he is standing right in front of you. It gave me a bit of chills to be honest

I mean well he seems more like the mysterious helper that appears in Constable Sawford than what I imagined an airship captain to be like. To be honest I must have been reading too much of Captain Braveheart.

You know I never thought to be saying this, but I miss the narrow streets and factories of Rostra… This feels so strange to me, since in all truthfulness I was so desperate to get on this voyage to get away from them. They just felt like they were tying me in one place which in a way made me scared, scared I was never going to see the rest of the world and end up spending my life only reading about the lands outside of Rostra.

John pretends he doesn’t, but in a way I think he is the same as me. He doesn’t miss them in the same way for their familiarity, but I think he misses his family. Wait … maybe he had someone back at home? No I don’t think so. Why do I care? Sorry this is rambling, so I’ll move on.

So Grace managed to help me and John sneak down to the engine boiler room and look around. It was so cool! All those cogs, diodes and piping winding about the room. It was like a heart, beating ceaselessly. I know now what I want to do, after seeing around the room how could I not? I want to be an engineer.

Tomorrow I intend to go down to the room again and ask David May, the ship's engineer to become his apprentice. Oh, I really hope he accepts me!

Anyway to the big thing, I think I figured out what Grace was talking about, she means that after this adventure the three of us should travel together, if we do that me and John should share a room again to maximise space.

I asked John and he agreed! So that was the big news, the three of us will continue to travel the skies together after this is all wrapped up and done! It's so exciting, the three of us, I can be the engineer, Grace can be the pilot and John can be our captain! We can go see all the wonders of Awreala with just the three of us.

Day 78:

Wow… I uhhh, wow. You know for once I am a loss for words, so I’ll start with the other stuff again.

So seven days ago I summoned up the courage to go down into the engine room and talk with David May and he said yes! I think I made him really happy that I wanted to study under him, he looks to be around 60 and I think he might get a bit lonely down in the engine room all alone. After a brief chat with the captain he agreed that at the end of the week I get to start working under David.

To be honest my hands are trembling while writing this with excitement. The whole crew seemed really happy for me especially my dorm mates who all wished me luck in my coming foray into engineering. I think I understand now why the ship always functions so well, everyone treats each other like an extended family. To be honest Grace is more of a sister to me than my real ones ever were.

I decided to celebrate this night with John and Grace out in our secret place out at the back of the ship. The three of us chatted long into the night and well, whether deliberately or not Grace sidled out of view to sneak a drink just as the emerald constellation came into view. Then it happened.

Me and John has been slowly shuffling closer to each other over the course of the night and now sat shoulder to shoulder. At the appearance of the emerald lord we turned to look at each other after a few seconds of staring at each other, he kissed me. It made me so happy for some indescribable reason that I kissed him right back.

Grace seemed to materialise a few seconds later shaking her head. For a second I thought she was annoyed with the two of us until she told us that it was about time this happened.

How did she know this was going to happen?

Either way, I feel this is the start of something amazing for the two of us.

Day 100:

Wow, to be honest when starting this journey I had no idea I would be able to find things to do for 100 days. Especially not become an engineer, I learned many things to do with cores and the maintaining of equipment.

David said over the next week he would teach me about making and maintaining skimmers! Isn’t that amazing! I can build one for Grace and the three of us can fly wherever we want in the skies! Speaking of the three of us Grace is constantly encouraging me and John to get closer to each other, I think in her own way helping the two of us properly start being with each other brings her a lot of joy.

Speaking of topics like this I was talking to Grace about captain Braveheart and she felt that in the next edition he would finally confess his love to Maria … I didn’t even catch on to that, though when it comes to love she seems more knowledgeable than me.

On more serious topic yesterday we caught a glimpse of the creature we came here to slay and I have to admit, I never saw something … so well majestic and breathtaking. It's bright crimson wingspan took my breath away.

The sheer size of the core must make it worth more than I could even imagine. This will easily get me, Grace and John, enough to start travelling by ourselves. This can be the start of our magnificent journey!

Soon we shall fight it! I know it and then my life with John can begin!

Day ?:

Hello, I guess I should introduce myself. I’m John, the young and handsome man who is going out with the author here. Oh, how I wish I could say that in earnest, yet I don’t think I can … at least not yet.

So if you are all sufficiently confused I’ll explain myself now, when we came to fight the beast we underestimated it. The core was a reproduction one, no wonder it was worth so much. The ship survived for a long time, but in the end we were sent falling to the ground. Grace managed to save me and Jacob as well as David in her skimmer before the ship crashed. There on the ground we lived for a long time, how long I have no clue anymore.

The time I spent there with Jacob was some of the best moments of my life, no matter the bleak situation. He and David spent a lot of time trying to upgrade Grace’s skimmer so that it would be worthy of taking us back to civilisation.

Then one day, David didn’t come back from a trip to look for some scrap. So I went out looking for him, the fool I was. If only I had just waited!

Well, on my quick incursion a giant airship crossed the sky above me and I recognised it with a start that it was the one from the South Orax trading company. Rushing back to camp to inform Jacob I got there just in time to see a large skimmer waiting in the clearing. Jacob and Grace were already onboard alongside David who I assumed must have been found then lead the company back to our camp.

But just before I could board the ship, the creature appeared again and in a panic the driver of the heavy skimmer took off back towards the safety of the ship. Jacob and Grace both desperately tried to stop the takeoff, but the others of the ship ignored them. When realising this John almost threw himself overboard, thankfully Grace and David held him back.

I have no idea what happened to the three, but my guess is that the company will have recruited them. My only hope now to see them again is to become famous enough that they will be able to find me. So I’m going to do the only thing I can do, which is to become a merc and make my name that way.

I’m writing this so that I never forget him and as a promise to myself that no matter what I will never stop looking for him.

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