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Unexpected Soulmates - Part 2

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23909410/chapters/58670830#workskin

Asked for by @ghiroinvernato. I hope everyone enjoys! I may write more stuff like this in the future as it was quite fun to write.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ace sprinted along the cobblestone streets, dust and dirt erupting behind him as he ran. He ducked and weaved through the crowds out for a night of shopping and leisure as he journeyed up and down the town’s streets, stopping only to stare into to the shops, restaurants and cafes that made up the district, but still, his target eluded him. Instead all he earned was reactions from the townspeople he encountered. Some were surprised, others angry but most were simply confused by the disruption of the usual calm.

They didn’t matter to Ace, because every second that passed without finding her meant that he was inching closer and closer to disaster.

The inciting incident had occurred earlier in the evening. The Moby Dick had stopped at Tophat Island to give the crew a few days of R&R. It was amongst their more popular stops due to friendly locals who welcomed the crew with open arms. Even the locals of islands under their protections were rarely as welcoming.

A boon of this was that all the shops, bars and restaurants on the Island were open to the crew, making spending their hard-earned treasure difficult to avoid. Ace was no exception to this, and he fully expected to be completely out of money by the next morning, especially with Marco accompanying him.

The two had made their way to a bar near the docks by the name of Journey’s End. It was made up from the remnants of hundreds of ships that had meet their end on the coral reefs that surround much of the Island. This resulted in the building having an awkward shape, with random inclines, juts, and window placement. Its strange design didn’t deter the two though, and they both agreed it had the best cheap booze and extra-large meat pies on the Island.

They were seated on the porch. It was a clear night and a slight breeze was bringing fresh ocean air that helped relax the two. It also created an atmosphere that encouraged eating, drinking, and talking, which the two had been doing much of in recent months. It had started soon after Marco had discovered Nara was his soulmate. He had taken a great interest in her and since her exploits were limited to a few scientific papers she had written or co-authored, which Marco had quickly found and read, he had started to hound Ace for more information.

Ace had been reluctant to share at first. He trusted his crewmate and knew he had no bad intentions for Nara, but the shock from the discovery and his protectiveness of his younger sister made sharing anything difficult. Still, Marco was persistent and slowly over the next few months Ace shared more and more about his sister. He told Marco of how they’d first met as children. Her parents had moved to Foosha Village and Nara decided the nearby forest would be a perfect hunting ground for animals she had yet to encounter.

She was unprepared for what awaited her, however, and she was soon surrounded by a pack of wolves, crying and screaming for help. That’s when Ace, Sabo and Luffy came to the rescue. The three had been training when they heard her cries and went to investigate. The four of them became friends that day, and siblings soon after.

Marco lapped up this story, as he did with the many Ace told him. Ace was not a romantic person, but he knew that his fellow Commander was infatuated with his sister. Not everyone ended up falling in love with their soulmate, but it seemed that Marco was falling for Nara.

While Ace would never say, a part of him was overjoyed at the prospect of the two getting together. Marco and the other Whitebeard pirates were family to him, and he was ecstatic that in a small way this bond could become even closer. But another part was reluctant to be so accepting. Ever since they were children, he and his brothers had been protective of Nara, and his protectiveness only increased when Sabo passed. He and Luffy had seen her heartbroken after Sabo’s death, after all, they all were. He never wanted to see his siblings hurt that way again.

Ace knew Marco who never deliberately hurt Nara, but it only took once slip up, an accidental word here or glance there and her heart could break. Foolish on his part or not, he would do whatever he could to keep the two separated. Still, he would indulge Marco’s thirst for knowledge, there was no harm in him learning more.

Given that she was a popular topic of conversation between the two, Ace wasn’t surprised when Nara came up in conversation as the two sat drinking their latest round and nibbling on pie. Marco had just finished reading her latest paper that had been published in the Grand Line Journal of Zoology. Ace tried his best to listen as he ate and drank but Marco was gushing about the paper at lightning pace, complimenting the unusual subject matter and thoroughness of the paper.

“Hey Ace! Marco!”

Their conversation came to a pause as Adder came running up to them. He stopped just below them, leaning on his knees for support and taking in deep breathes. He’d obviously been running for some time.

“Yo! What wrong Adder? Has something happened?” Marco asked, concern in his voice.

“No I-“Adder paused for a moment, taking a few seconds to fully regain his breath. “I saw Nara!”

“What?!?” Ace and Marco said in shocked unison.

“She’d just left a boutique in the town square when I saw ‘er. Should we get some of the crew looking for her? We all want to meet her, ‘specially Marco.”

Marco let out a light chuckle as a small smile formed on his lips. “Nah its ok. I doubt a bunch of drunk pirates running up to her would be a good first introduction. I think I’ll go look for her al-“

“Thanks for paying Marco!” Ace shouted as he bound out of his chair and off the porch, sprinting toward town with a determination he usually reserved for the direst situations.

Now Ace was running, searching for his sister before Marco or another member of his crew could find her.

“Hey Ace!” A female voice from behind him made his ears perk. Finally, he had found her, and from the lack any other voice, he’d found her first.

He skidded to a halt, quickly turned, and started sprinting toward Nara. He took in her form as he moved toward her. She wore a red sundress with white sandals. Her black hair was loose and covered her shoulders. It was obvious she had been shopping as she held some bags in one hand while waving at him with the other. The broad smile on her face and friendly sparkle in her emerald green eyes told him she hadn’t realised something was amiss.

“Ace?”

He heard her say his name again and lower her hand as he closed in on her. The joy had disappeared, replaced with a worry that bought Ace a pang of guilt. Still he persisted, vowing to make it up to her once they were out of public view.

Ace grabbed her free hand firmly and dragged her toward the first building in sight. It was made of a red brick. Vines guided by iron bars climbed up its front and, eventually uniting at the centre to form the number ‘36’. The only surfaces free of vines was the windows and door what had light coming through them. Ace let out a silent prayer they were open as they burst through the door.

The café they had entered was more dimly lit than the outside had made it seem. Most of the light emanated from behind the counter which had large red candles mixed haphazardly amongst the various shelves and equipment found there. All remaining light came from the tables spread across café. Each table was covered in a white tablecloth with a red candle almost entirely encapsulated in a glass ball, the circular hole at the ball’s top allowing the sweet aroma of an unknown flower to fill the room.

By the time they had taken in their surroundings, an employee had approached. He was dressed in a simple suit and top hat, with a bow tie covered in ginger kittens. His top hat had a similar, slightly larger bow attached to it with a white ribbon. The shock on his face was only partially hidden by the customer service smile that adorned their face.

“Welcome to Café 36! I am so happy to see such a…” The employees paused for a moment, unsure how to address two people that had burst into their café seconds after it had opened.

“An excited pair be the first through the doors tonight for our special candlelight dining event! Are you after a particular table or can I select one for you?”

Nara went to answer, hoping a quick apology would get them out of the café without incident so she could find out why her brother was acting so strange. Ace was quicker, however.

“Candlelight? Of course! Yes, we love candles! Been waiting for this for a while, right Nana?” Ace said, smiling awkwardly at the waiter and then Nara, who said nothing and simply stared at Ace with a greater look of concern which was now mixed with suspicion. The waiter said nothing, instead mustering an even bigger customer service smile and guiding them to a table in the corner of the café. He placed two menus on the table before retreating.

Ace quickly grabbed a menu, burying his face in its pages. He only glanced at its contents, instead busying himself with watching the next few customers who entered and passers-by as they went about their business. He let out a silent prayer of thanks that he was the one facing the window. He could more easily keep lookout for nosey crewmates this way.

Nara had also taken a menu. She leaned her elbows on the table’s edge and started flipping through its pages as she waited for the perfect moment to strike. It didn’t take long to appear.

“So Ace, which restaurant did you dine and dash from this time?”

Ace flinched. Her voice was dripping with disapproval and a hint of concern and he knew if he could see her face a glare would be planted on it.

“Nowhere, I was just excited to see you. It has been so long since I’ve seen my dear sister. Can’t I be happy as your big brother?” The nervous chuckle that came out of Ace when he finished speaking confirmed what Nara already knew: Ace was hiding something.

She let out an audible sigh. Her brothers could be so troublesome, and Nara did enjoy taking advantage of that, especially when they kept her out of the loop and tried to act innocent instead of telling her they had gotten into trouble again. “You might not want to tell me what’s going on, but we both know I could wiggle the answer out of you if I really wanted to. So, let’s make a deal.”

Nara laid her menu on the table before looking Ace in the eye as he peaked at her from behind his menu. They looked at each other for a few seconds before a mischievous grin formed on her face.

“Buy me whatever I want to eat, and I’ll drop it.”

“WHAT?” Ace’s face contorted into a shocked expression. Ace’s habit of dining and dashing was well known by those close to him, but Tophat Island was one of the few exceptions. Still, he knew Nara, and she was planning to drain him for all he had. He didn’t mind spending the money, it was just that he wanted to spend it on booze instead.

“No way. Absolutely not. We can just run out of this place when we’re done.”

“But Ace, would you want me banned from my favourite café?”

“Favourite? Have you even been to this island before?”

Nara didn’t response with words. Instead, her eyes and mouth shifted, eyes filling with tears and mouth tilting into a frown. She has unleashed her ultimate attack against her brothers, her so called ‘guilt inducing combo’.

Ace sighed when he saw it. They both knew she had won.

“Fine Nara, but we’re sharing.”

For the next hour, the two ate, the stack of bowls, plates and glasses slowly growing as they sampled everything the café had to offer. They were lucky that the café had a wide selection of items to choose from, so they were always getting something new to try. Of course, this also meant some items were more expensive than others, and Nara always seemed to pick the more expensive options. Ace to accept his fate and ignore the increasing drain on his wallet, instead focusing on what his sister has been up to in recent months.

Nara spoke of her travel throughout the Grand Line. For a time, she had joined a group of zoologists from the Tangle Kingdom. They were surprising welcoming when they found out of her interest in zoology and took on her aboard to join them on a tour of islands between Logue Town and Sabaody Archipelago.

“It was a dream” Nara happily told Ace.

“There were so many new animals to research. Dogs the length of ships, parrots that would always face North, even a rather strange creature that would hide in treasure chests and eat anyone who opened them. I’m rather happy I came across that one before either you or Luffy did. That poor guy would’ve never known what hit him.”

Ace let out a booming laugh. “Still more worried about all the animals you encounter than your brothers I see. I think my heart is breaking.”

Nara chuckled. “Well I know you both can take them, especially with your new crew backing you up. How are you doing with them, anyway?”

This was the perfect segue for Ace to regale Nara with his time with the Whitebeard Pirates. He beamed as he spoke of the antics he had pulled with Thatch, Izo’s astounding accuracy with his pistols, Jozu’s endless pranks and Marco’s fantastical devil fruit. Nara was ecstatic her brother had found such wonderful people to travel the Grand Line with. He was clearly thriving with them and she made a mental note to find them and thank them later. But she noticed behind the happiness that was a slight edge to Ace’s words and actions, like he was worried something, or someone was going to burst in at any moment and interrupt them.

She was concerned, but she trusted her brother. She knew if it were truly serious, he would let her know. Maybe he really had just dined and dashed again? She had promised not to pry further, and she decided to keep it unless she felt there was real danger. Nara focused her attention back onto Ace, who was now leaning back into his chair, patting his stomach while letting out a content sigh.

“Well I’m stuffed. Looks like it wasn’t that bad of an idea to duck into this place.”

Nara eyed the stack of dishes they had accumulated. It wasn’t as big as she had expected it to be.

“Did you eat earlier Ace?”

“Yeah. I was at a bar wit-.” Ace was interrupted by a loud thud joined by a blaze of blue and yellow light emanating from outside the café. The siblings both looked for the source, seeing a large pair of flaming wings attached to the back of Ace’s crewmate and now worst enemy, Marco. The two watched as the light from the wings faded as they dissipated, leaving Marco standing on the street outside. He had abandoned his usual attire, instead wearing a white dress shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes. When the flames fully disappeared, he began scanning inside the café, one hand slicking his hair back while the other remained conspicuously behind his back.

When he finally spotted the two siblings, Marco gave them a smile and wave before walking toward them.

Ace’s panic rose with each step Marco took. He knew them meeting was now inevitable. Even if he could convince Nara to run with him and Marco somehow lost them, how could he explain this to her? No, Ace had to shift his focus to keeping his crewmate from getting too close to his sister.

Once Marco reached them, he stopped, his smile becoming wider.

“Yo! Glad to see I was able to catch you both. My preparations took longer than expected.”

Preparations? Ace gulped.

Marco turned his gaze to Nara.

“I don’t know if Ace told you about me, but I’m Marco, Whitebeard’s First Division Commander. I hope you’ll accept these Nara; I was thinking of you when I picked them up.”

His left hand emerged from behind his back revealing a bouquet of red, pink, and white roses.

He handed the flowers to a beaming Nara, his hand softly brushing against hers as he did.

As the bouquet swapped hands, Marco took the opportunity to turn to Ace and give him a wink. All Ace did was glare back, hoping his eyes conveyed just how close he was to setting Marco’s hair on fire.

Nara turned the bouquet to face her and then took in a deep breathe. The wonderful scent almost made her jump with joy.

“I adore these flowers Marco! Their perfume is so lovely, I haven’t smelt flowers this good in so long. Thank you so much for getting them for me.”

“I’m happy you like ‘em. I was going to get you a stuffed animal, but the store was shut.”

“Stuffed animal?” Nara days, surprised “Oh! Looks like Ace has been talking about me, I guess it is only fair if I get to learn a bit about him from you too. Would you please join us? We have some more food on the way.”

Marco gave a quick nod in reply taking a seat in the table’s only empty chair. While it seemed to go unnoticed by Nara, Ace saw his seat was angled more towards her than him.

This made Ace decide to take more decisive action, but he also had a question on his mind that he needed answered.

“Marco! I’m so glad to see you too. I wasn’t expecting anyone to find us in this little place.”

“Thatch saw you two go in here. He said "they were running like they were being chased by a pack of ravenous monkeys. I was a bit worried Ace had gotten his sister into trouble, so I came to get you."

Ace would have to remember to pay back Thatch for his betrayal later.

“Me? Maybe it was Nara who angered the monkeys. She is a zoologist you know?”

Sceptical laughter came from Nara and Marco, making Ace pout.

“What? I don’t make that much trouble. Luffy makes way more trouble than me.”

Nara ignored Ace’s plea of innocence and turned to face Marco.

“I’ve no doubt you have your hands full with Ace. He is a wonderful person, but he can get a bit hot-headed sometimes and some of Luffy’s trouble magnet has rubbed off on him. Thank you for looking after him and treating him so well. I am profoundly grateful.”

“There’s no need Nara. We’re friends, it’s our job to look after each other. Plus getting to know him means I’ve gotten to meet you.”

They were interrupted by a female waiter rolling a metal cart up to the table. Three dishes were placed on the cart. The first was a triple chocolate sundae topped with cream, the second was a chocolate éclair and the third a custard tart. The waitress placed the dishes in the tables centre before giving the group a polite smile and leaving.

“THAT TART IS MINE!” Nara practically shouted as she dove for the tart, pulling it toward her with a force that shocked Ace and Marco and told them just how off limits that tart now was.

“I guess I’ll take this.” Marco was the next to choose, taking the sundae and sliding the éclair toward Ace who began to immediately devour it.

They ate in silence for a minute, each enjoying the dish they had in front of them. The silence was broken by Marco who reached across to Nara’s side of the table and picked up a spoon. He put the spoon into the sundae, removing it along with a big chunk of ice cream covered in topping, choc chips and cream that dripped from the spoon.

He moved the spoon toward Nara, stopping a few inches from her.

“Nara, here try some of mine, it’s delicious.”

Nara nodded, closing the distance, and taking the spoon and its contents into her mouth.

“Yummy! This is almost as good as the tart. Thank you for letting me try it Marco.”

“There’s no need to thank me, I’m happy to just to see you smile.”

“Ace never told me you were this much of a charmer.”

Marco looked poised to respond but his expression suddenly changed to one mixed with concern and interest.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Nara you’ve got a bit of cream on your cheek. Let me get it for you.”

Marco softly cupped Nara’s chin in his right hand. He gazed into her eyes and she became absorbed in them. They were all black except for small flecks of blue and gold. A result of his devil fruit? She didn’t know. She was slowly drawn from his eyes by the movements of his calloused thumb across his face, the smooth movement causing a shiver down her spine.

Ace’s brain was in overdrive. He had already been watching the display in abject horror, unable to respond to Marco’s blatant flirting and Nara’s apparent ignorance, but this latest stunt was too far. If this were on the Moby Dick a shouting match would have started, but his wasn’t the Moby Dick and Ace’s brain only had a single desire: make Marco stop.

“THAT’SENOUGHBIRDIE.” Ace’s barely coherent shout at Marco was followed by his remaining éclair. It flew across the table, bits of it falling, leaving a noticeable trail across the cloth. Then it reached Marco’s face.

It landed firmly on Marco’s right cheek. Cream and chocolate icing dripped down his face, the pastry only serving to highlight the shock on the Commander’s face.

Nara too was silent. She was completely still except for her eyes that flicked between the two men. Marco’s boldness and Ace’s éclair throwing had her unsure how to respond. Should she pinch Ace’s ear and scold him or help Marco clean himself off? Marco was the first of the three to move. He plucked the remains of the éclair off his face, placing them on the table. He then grabbed a nearby serviette and used it to wipe his face clean.

He stood once he finished. He looked at Nara then to Ace. He started him directly in the eye for a few seconds before a wide grin graced his lips.

“Thanks for paying Ace.” With those four words, Marco dove for Nara, quickly picking her up into his arms bridal style and sprinting for the door.

“PUT HER DOWN PINEAPPLE HEAD!” Ace screamed as he began his pursuit of Marco. As he ran, he swore he could hear Nara laughing.

Once Marco made is outside, a pair of flaming wings appears on his back. After a few tests flaps he flew straight up, leaving Ace on the ground below. While neither Marco or Nara could see it, but a happy smile had graced Ace’s face and he saw them fly away together.

It took only a minute of the café to be a distant spec as they flew. Nara looked at the town below them in awe. It was a great view from this height.

“You know I never expected meeting my soulmate to go so well.”

Marco raised an eyebrow. “You knew?”

“Just a guess, from the way Ace described you, you didn’t seem like the overly flirty type. Plus, his overprotectiveness going into overdrive when you entered made me think of the possibility. Looks like I was right.”

“You certainly were. Did you have as much fun as I did?”

“Definitely. Now where are you flying us to? I hope it’s not somewhere Ace can actually find?”

Marco chuckled. “Nah. I plan on keeping you to myself tonight.”

#one piece #Marco the Phoenix #whitebeard pirates #Alternate Universe - Soulmates #soulmates #soulmate #Portgas D. Ace #portgas_d_ace #thatch #one piece thatch #original character #original female character #original male character

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Unexpected Soulmates

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23909410

Figured I’d post this here too. Hope you all enjoy =)

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The crash of waves and the smell of sea salt were being drowned out by the massive party taking place on the deck of the Moby Dick. They had attacked a group of pirates who had been raiding islands under their protection and along with securing their reputation, they had also gotten a large haul of treasure.

With the treasure split amongst the crew, the usual celebration began. Some feasted and drank as they told stories or sang, others gambled with their newly obtained riches, trying to turn their earnings into a far bigger payday and some slept, having long exhausted themselves after a day of fighting and celebration.

There was, however, a small group that differed from the rest of their crewmates. They had gathered toward the end of one of the two banquet tables, staring at an object that took up the centre of their share of the table.

It was a simple stone bowl. The small bumps and indents on its surface showed it was handcrafted by the hand of an inexperienced crafter. Those faults were meaningless however, as the thin red lines that vertically wrap around the bowls surface easily told the group of its true value.

“So, which one of us is gonna use it?” The question was posed by Adder. He was a man with a massive fluffy brown beard that covered most of his face and reached down to his belly button. The size of his beard was matched only by his arms and legs which were easily as thick as a cannon.

“It was part of Marco’s haul so I guess it will be him if he’s up for it” Thatch muttered before taking a bite of the Sea King steak he had taken from further up the table.

“Me? Why would I want to know? Not like I’ll meet ‘em anyway, world’s too big with too many people.” Marco says with an uncaring look on his face.

“What about Ace then? I always took him as a romantic.” The group turned to Ace, expecting some objection to Marcos joke.

Instead they saw Ace staring intently at the bowl, the piece of meat in his hand going uneaten, his hunger overtaken by confusion, which was clearly visible on his face.

“What’s wrong Ace?” Thatch ask, puzzled.

Ace stared for a few more seconds before asking “What even is that bowl anyway?”

Ace looked away from the bowl and saw the shocked faces of his crewmmates staring at him, their mouths agape. Eventually the silence was broken by Adder, who quickly sucked in some air before nearly shouting from shock at Ace.

“How do you not know what a Bowl of Sight is!? How have you avoided learning about it for this long!?”

Marco chuckled whilst grabbing some nuts from a nearby plate before chucking them in his mouth.

“Guess I was wrong about the romantic part.”

Ace, who had taken a massive bite out of his meat while Marco spoke, began to glare at Marco while speaking, his words lost amongst the mass of meat in his mouth.

“Well since your now in more of a listening mood Ace let me explain” Thatch said with a small smile.

“Supposedly everyone’s got a soulmate, just they don’t know who they are. That’s where the Bowl of Sight comes in. Put in some water and a few strands of hair and their face pops up. Simple process. Issue is only one kingdom in the South Blue makes ‘em and they don’t make that many. Most people don’t have a hope of even seeing one.”

“You know the BOS classified section of the newspaper, right? Its where anyone rich enough can post a picture taken of the bowl in hopes their soulmate will see it. Never heard of it being that successful though.” Adder says, his attention divided between Ace and the bowl.

“Really? Well then, Marco’s gotta try it. How else can we miss out on this opportunity to make fun of Marco? I bet his soulmate’s a gorgeous pineapple. They’ll be like twins!” Ace chuckles.

The group bursts into laughter as a clearly annoyed and silent Marco stares at them before sighing.

Determination clear in his eyes, Marco grabs a nearby mug of water and pours into haphazardly into the bowl.

“Wait, you’re actually gonna do it?” Ace asked, bemused.

“Well if I don’t, I’ll never hear the end of those damn annoying pineapple jokes. Besides, how else will we find out my soulmate is Boa Hancock?” Marco says with a mischievous grin whilst simultaneously plucking some hair from his head and dropping them into the bowl before Ace could get in a response.

The moment the strands of blonde hair touched the bowls bottom, a burst of colour appeared on its surface. The twirled around each other, mixing until they formed a face.

Her image smiled broadly up at them, happiness emanating from her face. Her emerald green eyes are her most prominent feature apart from her smile. One eye was partially covered by her black hair, with the vibrant colour helping it stand out.

“Looks like it’s not Boa Hancock ‘eh Marco! Still she’s a pretty lady.” Adder said before slapping Marco on the back with enough force the man jolted.

“Looks like you’re the one who has to worry about a pineapple soulmate Ace!”

The lack of any noise from Ace was quickly noticed by the rest of the group who all turned to face him.

What they saw was strange. Ace was staring down at the bowl; shock clear on his face.

“Whats with that look Ace, do you know her?” Thatch asked with a slight hint of worry in his voice.

“She’s m-“ he stopped, continuing to stare at the image.

“She’s who Ace? Someone important?”

A few more seconds of silence before finally, Ace spoke.

“She’s my sister” Ace blurted out; his gaze still fixed on the bowl.

The shocked expressions returned to the faces of every member except Marco. Instead he let out a light chuckle as a smirk formed on his face.

“Well, guess I really do need to meet her, don’t I?”

The moment Marco finished his sentence, a partially eaten piece of meat was flung in his direction, which he easily dodged. The group turned to see that Ace was the source. His now empty hand pointing at Marco.

“Stay away from her sister-stealing birdie!” Ace yelled his eyes glaring at Marco before targeting every other member of the group with his vicious gaze.

“If any of you say anything, I’ll set you on fire!”

The entire group except Ace burst into a fit of laughter, which only further served the anger Ace, who continued to yell at them.

Despite Ace’s protests, the entire crew would know about what had occurred before dawn.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #first one piece fic #soulmates #Alternate Universe - Soulmates #portgas_d_ace #portgas d. ace #fushichou marco #one piece thatch #thatch #original character #original female character #original male character

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writingmakesperfect · 4 years

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Waiting No Longer

Finally figured out why I had no energy to write! Working on getting my chronic illness under control, so I’m finally back in the mood to get typing again. Arcann story coming in the next few days.

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3:24

The cherry blossoms petals rained around Midoriya as his heart leapt from his chest with nervous anticipation.

In mere minutes he would meet his soulmate, the person destiny had ordained he was meant to be with. This entire life so far has been leading to his moment and it would be an understatement to say his emotions were going haywire. He walked quickly along the park’s main path, senses becoming heightened as he sought out the person, he’d been waiting decades for.

To his right, past the line of cherry blossom trees a group of children played tag. They served as a momentary distraction before the sight of his arm forced him to focus.

2:13

Ahead of him a couple emerged from around a bend, walking hand in hand. Every few steps one of them shot an adoring glance at the other. Just like Midoriya, they were absorbed in their own little love bubble, the falling petals and their unending love creating a barrier between them and the world. As they left his sight, he saw their eyes meet and smiles ignite on their faces.

Looking ahead once again, Midoriya noticed a lone photographer, taking advantage of the falling petals. Was this her? Was she the one? Would they at last meet?

He stopped for a moment, nerves overtaking him. He looked at his feet, building the courage to approach the woman. The petals fell around him like an hourglass, the only way Midoriya could tell time was moving apart from his mark. Finally, he let out a sigh and looked up.

The woman was gone.

0:45

Panic started to set in. Who could his soulmate be? Did he have one? Was he cursed to not have a soulmate? Was that even possible? He could only move forward toward the path bend in a daze, anxiety and fear consuming him the world went black around him. It consumed him so entirely he barely felt himself fall.

0:25

Lifting his head, he was, at long last, greeted by destiny.

Two words entered Midoriya’s mind when he gazed upon the man in front of him.

Arrogant perfection

Even though the man’s gaze was focused on his phone, his radiant smile gave away so much of his personality. Confidence, hot-headedness and competitiveness all came through. This was only amplified when he ran his hand through his spiky yellow hair.

“Hmph”

In a whirlwind, the man tucked his phone into a pocket inside his pressed suit, before wiping the petals of his shoulders. Midoriya moved to stand then but the man was in front of him before he could manage, leaning down so their faces are only inches apart. The smile somehow grew wider and was joined with a hungry glint in the man’s sharp red eyes.

0:00

“You know, I think I’m going to call you Deku”.

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Comm for @writingmakesperfect I’m truly sorry for the late :’’D and I hope you like it!! <3 (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ

Niles from Fire Emblem Fates.

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Another comm ready!! for the lovely @writingmakesperfect one of the best units from Fire Emblem Fates. Saizo -mr. free kill- Hope you like it!! and thank you for commission me :)

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writingmakesperfect · 5 years

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You Never Told Me You Could Paint

Theron wasn’t sure why his hands weren’t shaking as he carefully moved the paintbrush across the canvas. He’d been at it for so long now, he was no longer sure how long he’d been standing in front of the canvas.

All he knew was that he couldn’t stop until the painting was finished. If he forgot even the tiniest detail, it would destroy him.

It was as he worked on her eyes that something flashed in is peripheral vision. Even though the image was blurry, there was no mistaking who it was.

He’d hoped her presence would bring with it her sweet perfume, which had always comforted him. Instead all he smelled was the chemical smell of paint.

He was unsure if he should speak to her; if he even could. But before he could muster up the courage, her voice broke the silence.

“You’ve been standing there for so long Theron, you should take some rest. I’m sure the canvas would appreciate it.”

Her sweet laughter filled his ears and he couldn’t help but respond with a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be finished soon. I promise.”

“Please take your health more seriously Theron. The thought of you suffering because of me breaks my heart.”

His response was a single tear that flowed slowly down his cheek. He willed himself to not cry more. He couldn’t damage this final piece of her.

There was silence between them once again for a time, then she spoke for a final time. Her voice was more a whisper now, even though he could still see her blurry shape in the corner of his eye.

“You never told me you could paint so beautifully. Why did you say something?”

“I dunno. Another one of my secrets I guess.”

He turned to face her then, but there was no one. This didn’t surprise him, she’d never be there again.

He returned to his work, and after one final stroke of the paint brush he took a step back to take in the portrait.

Her smile was overwhelmingly lovely. Theron had no idea how he’d captured her so accurately, but there she was. As beautiful as the day he’d last seen her.

He started for a moment, taking in her image before he fell to his knees, and at last letting his tears out.

For a moment he though she would reach down to comfort him, that her beautiful embrace would help heal his broken soul. Instead he kept crying while her portrait smiled down at him.

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Promise - Part 3

The constant humming and beeping of the machines the surrounded Arcann provided him with an odd comfort as he stood vigil over Cilia. He’d first developed the feeling when his mother was in the Alliance base hospital on Odessen.

During that time, he’d spent every free moment he had watching over her, trying to let her know he was there and not going away. The machines that surrounded her reminded him that she was ok, that she wasn’t getting worse, and overtime that she was slowly recovering.

But now as he sat looking down at the woman he loved, that comfort was also accompanied by guilt and regret. He tried to ignore it at first, occupying his time telling her about what she’d missed missed while and her mission, like the food and drink he’d tried with Senya. When he finished with that, he started on what she’d missed since she’d returned.

But that didn’t work. His thoughts kept turning back to his dream, his vision of this horrific future, and yet he’d done nothing to stop it. The armour he spent so much time meticulously crafting had done nothing but cause her injuries to become more severe.

And where was he when she was risking her life on a far-off world? Having tea and biscuits outside the base. He wasn’t even on standby in case something went wrong!

Once again, he’d caused harm to others. Once again those he cared for were cursed to suffer while he remained safe.

He was a failure.

As his thoughts turned on him, his regrets were swirling through his mind and he finally broke. He lowered his head and messily sobbed into the bed sheets. His hands trembled from the strength of his cries, but still gripped onto her hands as if he couldn’t let go.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, crying out his grief and sorrow onto the cold hospital sheets when he heard the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

‘Arcann….”

Cilia’s voice was croaky, hoarse, but he still filled with relief when he heard it. He stopped sobbing but didn’t lift his head up more than a few inches. How could he look at her after his failures?

For a short time, the only noise that filled Arcann’s ears was the beeping of the machines, then he spoke, his guilt coming out clearly through his voice.

“I’m so sorry Cilia.”

Once again there was a near silence, and then finally, she spoke again.

“Arcann, please look at me.” As she spoke, she slowly rubbed his hands with her thumb, her attempt at comforting him giving him the strength to look up at her.

It didn’t take a doctor to know she wasn’t well. While most of her body was covered by her bed sheets, he could clearly see her arms and upper torso covered in bandages. Her face has been mostly spared of damage apart from a few bruises and scratches.

What stood out most was her eyes. They were tired eyes that were…. full of worry and love? After his failure could she still love him?

“Arcann, I know you feel guilty and that this is all your fault. That I hate you for not protecting me. But please know I don’t want the man I love to feel guilty because of what happened.”

He felt the confusion he felt shape his features, as she continued, still softly rubbing his hand.

“We both know that we can’t stay safe forever, we’re going to take some major hits eventually, and there is no need to feel guilt over that. In truth, I need to apologise to you. I know I came back, just like I promised, but I put you through so much pain, you didn’t deserve that. Can you forgive me for that?”

“I think we both know that answer that that question, my dear Cilia.”

They both smiled in unison, and for the first time since she’d returned to him he felt relaxed and happy.

“Also, my love, I need to thank you” Cilia said, her smile growing as she spoke. “For what?” “I know I wasn’t conscious, but I do remember a certain gentleman telling me some stories, like how he had a picnic with his mother, which is something we really need to do as soon as we can.”

He lightly chuckled and Cilia smiled in return. Her recovery would take time, but now he realised all that mattered was that she had come back to him, just as she promised. And now that she had, he was a peace.

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Promise - Part 2

Sorry this took longer than I intended. My assignments caught up to me far worse than I expected. I know a lot of you are going through the same and I wish you the best of luck.

Also, since I’m going to have a bit more free time after I finish in the next two-three weeks, if you guys have any requests/prompts you’d think would suit me and you’d like me to do, send them my way, I’ll be happy to do them for you.

Now onto the story.

Arcann stared at the table in front of him with a bewildered expression as he thought over his options. There was a large variety of dishes spread out on the table. Some he recognised, like the purple and yellow biscuits to his left that were a favourite among Zakuulan nobles, while most others were unknown to him.

When they'd first arrived at the hilltop where the table sat, Senya had assured him that all the food would be to his liking, and after a quick glance at the available dishes, Arcann recognized several of his childhood favorites among the selection. Their presence made him quickly realize that as impromptu as their picnic had originally seemed, Senya had been planning it for some time.

She'd first approached him while he sat staring at data pad in the commander centre, awaiting any news on Cilia's mission to Nathema. Even though he had a strong connection with his mother, he hadn't noticed her at first, his attention being consumed by the device he held.

“Still awaiting news about the Commander I see.”

When his eyes finally drifted from the data pad he saw his mother standing beside him, a loving expression on her face.

He didn't reply to her at first, his mind trying to think up an answer that wouldn't worry his mother.

“I know how hard Cilia's mission will be. Even though it may be a risk for me to return to Nathema, I want to be ready to respond should she need me.”

Arcann silently cursed himself as felt the slight concern radiate from his mother before her expression changed to match it.

Before he could try to soothe her fears, Senya softly removed his left hand from the data pad and held it in hers.

“This is about your dream, isn't it?”

Cilia and his mother were the only two he'd told about his dream. They were the only two he felt he could trust with it. Both of them had tried to reassure him that they'd do everything they could to ensure it didn't come to pass, but even so, he couldn't get it out of his mind.

Before he could answer, his mother knelt down, softly squeezing his hand to ensure she had his full attention.

“Arcann, I can't take away the fear the dream put into you, nor can I assure you that what you saw won't happen. All I can say is that you need to have faith in her. Have faith that she'll try her hardest to come back to you safe.”

“I do have faith in her, but I need to remain here in case she needs me.”

“You mean sitting here and tiring yourself out with worry? That doesn’t help her or you. Instead, make sure you're at your best so if she does need your help she can rely on you, and not worry because she found out that you spent your day staring at a data pad. Fortunately, I think I have the perfect thing to get you back to your best.”

And so now Arcann sat on a hilltop above the Alliance base, his mother sitting across from him taking a sip of a tea she'd been given by Sana-Rae. It was peaceful up there, the noise and and bustle of the base seemed like a distance memory. His worry for Cilia was still there, but it had lessened, and a quiet surety had instead come to the forefront of his mind.

It was when he picked up a small pale yellow cake to try that they heard it. The sound of a great engine roaring to life and the hiss of docking clamps releasing. They both turned to see the Gravestone rise from its docking station, taking off toward where the eternal fleet was orbiting around Odessen.

“Why is the Gravestone taking off?”

They didn't need to wait long for an answer. As soon as Senya activated her communicator what greeted them was a a single repeating message.

CODE SELVIN HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. ALL ALLIANCE PERSONNEL ARE TO FOLLOW EVACUATION PROCEDURES IN A QUICK AND ORDERLY FASHION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. MESSAGE REPEATING.

They both stood up at once and began to head back toward the Alliance base, an unspoken agreement between the two that they needed to get back as fast as possible.

The ten minutes it took for them to get back were hell for Arcann. The image of Cilia dead in front of him flashed into his mind, only interrupted by all the questions hounding him.

Why was the base evacuating?

What happened with the Gravestone?

Was Cilia ok?

When they finally reached the base they found it in chaos. Some personnel were handling the evacuation, while others searched for family and friends lost among the fleeing crowd. The Commander Centre was emptier than he excepted, the few within managing the mass of ships coming and going from the base.

Before he could ask a nearby Koth what was happening, Arcann's attention was drawn to a small group standing next to the holoterminal in the middle of the room, which flickered to life showing a Cathar woman sitting in a captains chair.

“This is Captain Martz, on shuttle 19ZB. Requesting emergency medical team upon landing.”

“Request received shuttle 19ZB. Can we get a number on the injured?”

“Just one sir. Its the Commander.”

And with that, Arcann's heart broke.

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Promise - Part 1

I’ve decided to do something a lot longer than my usual writing to see if I can manage it or not. I plan for this to be three-four parts with one coming out every two weeks at the latest. Please let me know what you think, I always appreciate any kind of feedback.

Since this story is a little more violent, I am including a warning that it contains the following:

Blood, Severe Injury, Death

The sun sat slow on the horizon, its top barely peaking out from the planet it was almost hiding behind. There was no other source of light and so the desert around him was covered in a layer of darkness, making it difficult to see what was ahead with any detail. Despite this Arcann kept walking, hoping to find some clue to his location.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking. The sun had never moved throughout his time there and the world around him provided no other way to measure the hours that passed. Instead he kept walking, the crunch of sand and dry soil beneath his feet and the smell of the stale, dry air his only stimulus on this vast, empty world.

At one point during his walk, he’d attempted to use his holo to reach the Alliance. The device had flickered on for a moment, the blue glow it emitted lighting up a small area around him, but it quickly shut off. Since then, Arcann had been holding it in his hands, hoping the small solar panel on its side would collect enough light to restore its power.

It was when he first looked down to see the progress of the recharge that he saw it in the corner of his eyes. A small pool of blood to his left. At first glance it seemed no bigger then his hand, but as he moved toward it, it grew, taking up much the same area as this former throne did.

He inspected it for a moment, noting that the blood was still fresh, but saw no sign of a scuffle or anything to explain where it had come from. Arcann then looked beyond it and saw more blood in the distance, accompanied by drag marks. It was clear that whoever or whatever had lost the blood was severely injured.

Perhaps they were looking for help? And if so, maybe they were heading in a direction where he could find other people? Or maybe they simply headed in a random direction, much like he’d been. Regardless, Arcann chose to follow the trail of blood. At the very least he would try to help the injured being if he could.

The trail had been stretching on for some time, the blood pools becoming smaller and more spaced out when he saw a body in the distance. He couldn’t see much at first, only that they laid on their side, curled up into a pitiful ball.

It was when he drew closer that panic began to set in and his feet started moving quicker. With every step forward he took, the body’s outline became more visible and more familiar. His hands began to tremble as dread filled him. There was no way Cilia could be here. He’d walked with her to her quarters on Odessen and seen her off for the night after a quick kiss.

He broke into a sprint when the outline of the armour he remembered lovingly crafting for her came into view, parts of it bend and dented by an unknown assailant. It didn’t take him long to reach her, but the damage was clear. Her armour was beyond repair with parts of it even pushed inward, undoubtably causing her internal injury.

When he reached her Arcann knelt beside her, softly lifting her head to check if she was still awake. What he saw when her face came into full view made his stomach drop.

She looked at him with glazed over, vacant eyes that lacked their usual vibrance and cheer. Her skin, once a golden yellow was drained of almost all its colour and had no warmth to it. The sides of her mouth twitched as if trying to form a smile but stopped after a few seconds of trying. He looked down toward her stomach and saw her hands trying to cover a vicious wound that stretched the width of her body.

He lowered her face back down then quickly moved his hands to his clothes, desperately trying to rip off a piece to try and stem the bleeding. A violent cough rocked her as he worked, making him move faster as desperation set in.

She looked at him then. The sides of the mouth had blood dripping from them, but that didn’t stop her from speaking with a weak, tired voice.

“Arcann, I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. I’m sorry I didn’t come back safe.”

A final breath left her, he felt it hit his hand before fading away and as it did he realised she was gone. He didn’t react at first. Doubt and grief had left him incapable of anything but staring at the body of the woman he loved. The woman who he had failed to protect despite so many promises.

Arcann felt his hands start to tremble as tears filled his eyes. He had no idea what to do. He’d lost the person who’d saved him, who’d loved him despite everything he’d done. What was left for him?

Arcann

Her voice echoed around him as he started sobbing. His hands covering his face in a futile attempt to shield himself from what had happened. As if fuelled by his grief the force flowed around him, swirling and dancing like a raging river during a fierce storm.

Arcann, wake up!

Arcann’s eyes opened violently, ripping him from his nightmare and the horror that dwelt within it. A large barrage of clanging and dings stole his attention for a moment before he saw her. Above him to his immense relief was Cilia, features drenched in concern as she stared at him.

He felt a single tear leave his eye as his hand reached up and caressed her cheek for a moment, feeling the warmth emanating from it like sun. She smiled when he touched her cheek, her concern lessened but not gone.

“Arcann, what were you dreaming about?”

“I- “

He didn’t want to tell her at first. It was as if telling her would somehow make it real. But he knew if anyone could quell his fears, it would be the person at the centre of them.

“I watched you die. I watched you apologise to me even for it though I failed to save you.”

The mere thought of the false reality he just left compelled him to sit up and pull his love into a desperate hug. He closed his eyes and simply took in her scent and warmth allowing it to wash away the guilt, fear and sorrow he had felt moments before.

They sat that way for a few minutes, Cilia willing to give Arcann all the time he needed to recover and ensure himself that she was still with him. It was when he opened his eyes that he took in the room around him. What had once been a clean, organised space was in disarray. The bigger items and pieces of furniture like his desk had been dragged from their places. Smaller items were scattered like leaves, thrown around with such strength that many of them were broken. He spotted his holo among the mess, now a mangled heap of wires and metal.

He pulled back from their embrace, looking at Cilia with a confused look.

“Did I do this?”

She nodded.

“Lana woke me up after there was a report of loud noises and sobbing coming from your room. I though you were in trouble, so I came as quickly as I could. That’s when I found you sobbing in your sleep and your force powers going haywire.”

He let out a long breath. This wasn’t the first nightmare he’d had since he was cleansed of his darkness. Much of what he had done now clung to him, a constant reminder of the horror he’d inflicted on the galaxy, but this was by far the most severe.

Arcann softly gripped Cilia’s shoulders, drawing her gaze to meet his own. Her eyes were vibrant and filled with the love. They gave him confidence and the drive to say his next words.

“Cilia, I know I can’t always follow you on every mission, I know I can’t always be there to protect you. So, I can only ask that you stay safe and that you come back to me. I don’t know what I’d do or who I would become if I ever lost you.”

His voice was a desperate plea, an attempt to avert a future he knew was possible. Still, he had to hear her say it.

She smiled a smile that radiated her love for him. A smile he hoped he would never be without.

“Of course, Arcann. I promise I shall never leave you. I will always come back to you.

They embraced again and Arcann felt his world tighten, secured by a promise he knew was sincere.

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Brotherly Advice

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I hope this makes up for it. I have some more stories coming soon.

Arcaan sat cross-legged on a boulder as he took in the forest that surrounded him. The trees around him rose up, reaching for the sky or perhaps what laid beyond it. Their sap added in with the dirt and rotting foliage that covered the forest floor filled his nostrils with a bitter sweet, earthy scent, that combined with the chirping and humming of the unknown creatures of the forest, filled him with peace.

He was grateful that this area of the forest was one of the few to remain untouched by the attacks that Odessen has been through. It gave him a place to relax and focus on his meditation without the constant noise the Alliance base produced.

This hadn’t always been the case for Arcann. The noise had once been a normal part of his meditation. He’d compared it to white noise, something so constant and comforting it was the perfect thing to concentrate on. But now that his meditation as haunted by thoughts of Thexan,

He’d always remembered his brother, he was a person Arcann had vowed to never forget. However, it was his death that had always been the exception to this rule. It bought with it too much pain and sorrow and created too many negative thoughts that swam his head.

It should’ve been you.

Thexan was the better brother.

Everyone you know will always hate you for what you did.

Normally this memory would only affect Arcann when he took time to mourn Thexan when he visited his grave in The Spire, but lately it had appeared every time he tried to meditate.

There would be nothing as first, but slowly the horrid memory would appear in the forefront of his mind. Then it would consume him. All he would know was the sound of lightsabers igniting and clashing, the short dance of combat and then his brothers face, wide with shock as he died in Arcann’s arms.

He’d hoped a quiet, peaceful place within the forest would help him uncover why the memory plagued him now, but so far, he’d had no success. He tried reaching out with the force, doing some light drills and even had some special tea from Voss, but nothing had changed. Now he sat, eyes closed tightly hoping this latest attempt at meditation would bring him the answers he sought.

“I don’t blame you, you know”.

Arcann’s eyes grew wide and his head flicked around to his side, seeking the source of the voice that he knew all too well.

Thexan looked so much like he had the day he died. Even his stance remained the same. The only difference was his pale blue colour and the accompanying translucence, the characteristics that all force ghosts shared.

Arcann’s heart beat quickened as he continued to take in his brother’s form. Had Thexan come to seek an apology? To damn him for all that he’d done? Or maybe to seek some form of retribution. Regardless, he knew what he had to say.

An apology had begun to form on Arcanns lips, but his brother spoke again, cutting it off.

“I didn’t even blame you in those final moments. All I could feel was the pain of my wound, and the sorrow at knowing how far Father had pushed you, how despite my best efforts he’d made you a monster”.

Arcann slumped, bowing his head as he took in his brother’s words. All he could do was stare vacantly at the floor below as sorrow and regret filled him.

“I’ve wanted to come to you earlier Arcann, but you weren’t ready. The darkness Father had created within you had consumed you, it dictated your every word and action. But now you’ve found peace and a home within the Alliance. But most importantly, you’re ready to hear what I have to say”.

He again faced his brother, looking him directly in the eye. In them he saw something he could never have even hoped to see again, love. After all he’d done, did his brother truly still love him? Did he even deserve it? He was going to ask when his brother spoke again.

“You must never forget what you did that day, and everything you did after. It is the only way to ensure you never follow that path again. But you need to forgive yourself Arcann. You know you’ve changed for the better but holding onto your regret and sorrow means you will never move forward, you’ll never become the man you always should’ve been.”

Thexan’s lips formed into a smile then, one he had worn during the carefree, happy days of their childhood.

‘I don’t know if we’ll meet again, but I hope we do. Until then, know that we will always be brother’s”.

Thexan faded as he spoke, but Arcann didn’t move. He simply started at the spot his brother had once possessed as he took in all that had happened.

After some time, he let out a slight chuckle that became lost among the sounds of the forest. His brother had always given him advice on any topic, it was one of his brother’s traits he remembered fondly. Now it seemed, Thexan had come to give him some advice one last time.

Arcann closed his eyes again, starting to meditate. He no longer feared seeing the memory of his brother’s death. His brother had made him realise he needed to use his gravest mistake to become something better, and to properly honour Thexan, Arcann vowed to do just that.

As he drifted deeper into his meditative state, the last thing he saw before his mind became consumed by the force was his brother smiling, and for a brief moment, Arcann smiled too.

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the suffering never ends

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Arcann Mail Part 3

I wanted to try something new so I’ve written two separate mails, depending on your choices toward the end of KOTET involving Vette and Torian. It worked out better than I expected.

Part One

Part Two

From: Arcann

Subject: Getaway

I’m not ashamed to admit that I often catch a glance of you while I’m in briefings or performing my duties. Your presence brings me peace and it assures me that you’re protected.

Since I am used to being ignored by most Alliance personnel, I was shocked when Torian approached me and mentioned he’d seen me watching over you.

He said he saw my admiration for my “new mate” and told me I should go on a hunt and bring you back some furs to honour you. He even offered to take me on a hunt to Dxun, though I declined as it would take me away from you and my duties for too long.

I’ve never had experience with romantic gestures, but that conversation has made me decide to take the initiative and begin organising a trip for the two of us to Zakuul. I won’t ruin the surprise, but the location has been frequented by couples for centuries due to its beauty and association with Aivela.

Until then, know that you have my heart.

From: Arcann

Subject: Getaway

I’m not ashamed to admit that I often catch a glance of you while in briefings or I’m performing my duties. Your presence brings me peace and assures me that you’re protected.

Since I am used to my presence being ignored by most Alliance personnel, I was shocked when Vette approached me and offered to have lunch together to give me tips on “spicing up things with the Commander”.

The half hour we spent together varied from incredibly informative to extremely awkward. I won’t disclose the entire conversation to you, but I will admit there are some suggestions I am eager to try. For the moment however, I want to take things more slowly.

To that end, I’ve decided to take the initiative and begin organising a trip for the two of us to Zakuul. I won’t ruin the surprise, but the location has been frequented by couples for centuries due to its beauty and association with Aivela.

Until then, know that you have my heart.

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Arcann Mail Part 2

I hope you guys enjoy the double post.

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From: Arcann

Subject: Thank You

At my mother’s suggestion, I’ve began meditating daily with Sana-Rae and her students. Despite only being under her tutelage for a short time, I’ve already learned much about myself and I’ve come to realize how long a journey I have until I become someone truly worthy of you.

This realization has also spurred me into wanting to thank you once again for everything you’ve done for me.

Despite all I did, you were willing to give me the chance to form a life of my own making, and then give me affection that I never thought I’d receive from you.

As long as you allow it, I want nothing more than to stand by your side and protect and care for you until my dying day.

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Arcann Mail Part 1

I miss the mail you’d get after you romanced a companion, so I’ve decided to write some for Arcann. I might also write some for other returning/new companions in the future if people like this little series.

Part Two

Part Three

From: Arcann

Subject: Visiting Thexan

Since we began to spend more time together, my thoughts have started drifting towards Thexan. I once told you about how you remined me of him, and as we’ve gotten closer, he has taken a more prominent position in my thoughts.

I didn’t pay much mind to Thexan when he died. I was too obsessed with father and the false affection he’d given me for my horrendous crime. Now that I’m free of that, I want to visit him as I should’ve done long ago.

Mother had him buried in a field we use to play in as children, not far from the Spire. She told me she chose there because she knew that’s where he’d had some of his happiest moments.

We haven’t been together for long, but I hope you’ll come with me to see him. I know he’d be overjoyed to meet the person who has done so much for me.

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Doubt and Joy

This took far longer than intended (life catches up with us all) but here it is. This is a sequel to Commitment requested by @duckloves. I hope its to everyone's liking.

It was just past midday as Arcann walked through the living section of the Alliance base. This time of day was special to those who knew about it. Most personnel were either working their shifts or sleeping, and as such, the area was unusually quiet and perfect for a person who wanted to be alone or simply have a quiet moment.

Arcann had deliberately altered his schedule to take advantage of the quiet. Being a martyr was tiring, and his quarters often got dull if he spent too much time there, so this brief window was perfect for him to relax and think.

On this occasion however, his thoughts weren’t consumed by his next task, or training regimen. Instead they were focused entirely on the footsteps that had been following him for the last five minutes.

He’d started hearing them as soon as he entered living section. The steps were light, and he doubted he would’ve noticed them at all if it wasn’t for the clicking of their boot heel. They didn’t match his, but they did follow him, regardless of the turns he made, showing how persistent his follower was.

Normally this wouldn’t have gained Arcann interest, after all, the person could’ve easily live near him, but the mystery of the Commitment Jewel and their persistence had gained his attention and peaked his paranoia.

In the weeks since he’d received the Commitment Jewel, his emotions had remained a mix of hope and doubt. One moment he’d see someone walk toward him and his hope would rise, only to fall into doubt about himself when they walked past.

More and more, he began to think himself the victim of a nefarious plan or the subject of a cruel prank. He though himself unworthy of anyone’s attention, and after everything he’d done, he couldn’t blame anyone for that.

The doubt manifested as he walked, becoming a drum in his head blocking out all other noise except the footsteps, and for a time that’s all he heard, an endless string of doubtful thoughts and the footsteps, the clicking almost creating a tune.

He knew a confrontation with whomever was following him was inevitable, so he fought through the doubt, starting to think of the best location for a confrontation. To that end, he made his way toward a rec room on the far-left side on the complex.

It was in one of the older sections, only frequented by those who lived near it. It hadn’t had any new additions since it was built, so much of the furniture had either been destroyed and removed or become worn with use.

As he entered, the musky smell he associated the room with filled his lungs. As he observed the room, he took note of the several couches that lined the walls, and the two pazaak tables in the centre. They would be reasonable cover should his opponent be wielding a blaster, though he’d need to force push the couches into a more favourable position.

He didn’t have time to turn around before his pursuer caught up to him. There wouldn’t be much time before they attack, so he quickly turned to face them.

Many in the Alliance considered the Arcann to be mostly emotionless, but if any of them had been in that room at that moment, the look of shock on his face would’ve been obvious.

The person who stood before him wasn’t an assassin, or another traitor planning to use him to bring down the Alliance. Instead the person who stood before him, radiating an aura of confidence and authority was the Commander of the Alliance, Andrea Mazik.

If he had a picture from when he’d last saw her, he doubted he’d see a difference. She was dressed in a simple back robe commonly worn by Sith, an Alliance symbol sown over her heart. Her golden skin was covered except for her head and lekku, which flowed down her back.

However, a few more seconds of observation made him realise, she was different. Her violet eyes had lost some of their sharpness, and even from where he stood he could see the slight bags under her eyes. Clearly recent events had taken their toll on her.

Any further observation on his part was interrupted when she spoke, a small, sweet but concerned smile taking over her lips as she did.

“Arcann, are you ok?”

He realised then that his hand had absently moved to hover above his lightsaber, ready to grasp it at a moments notice. He quickly moved the hand back to his side, before stuttering out a quick response.

“Of course, Commander, I’m perfectly fine. Do you need me for a task perhaps? If so I am yours, as always.”

“Are you sure? I’ve been calling to you since I saw you walking toward your quarters, but you just kept walking. If you’re having a problem with any Alliance personnel, I can handle it.”

The concern on Andrea’s face contorted into rage within seconds. Her eyes were especially angry, their dulled sharpness aimed at unknown foes.

“No Commander, I was simply in deep thought and became absent minded, that’s all.”

His assurances calmed her, and her rage was quickly replaced with her smile. She looked him in the eye, her smile widening further before she spoke again.

“You’re so cute” she said with a loving laugh.

“Cu-Cute? I’m sorry I think I misheard you Commander.”

He could see her lekku start twitching. Her right hand rubbed the back of her had as she looked down. Was she nervous? Before he could ask, she let out a short sigh, looking him in eye before speaking.

“No Arcann, you didn’t. In truth, I must apologise to you. I sent you the Jewel and just left you waiting without a word. I had planned to come see you earlier, but so much work hit me at once. I could barely get any sleep, let alone have any personnel time. I hope that I haven’t caused you too much grief”.

He was perplexed. Had all his doubt been for nothing? Could someone truly be interested in him?

“It was you who sent the Commitment Jewel?” he asked.

“Yes. While I was on Zakuual a month ago I happened into a jewellery stall that sold them. When I saw it, I thought of you, so I knew I had to buy it and give it to you.”

The surprise Arcann felt before returned, along with a brilliant joy. He wanted laughed as he heard her words, for the silliness of his thoughts, and for the joy he felt at knowing that his hopes had been fulfilled, that someone could want to be with him.

Instead, he smiled a radiant, strong smile, a smile he which he hadn’t worn since his childhood, when he, Thexan and Vaylin had run away and lived in a swamp for a month.

She walked forward then, hands behind he back. She stopped in front of him, mere inches apart from one another. Using her tip toes, she rose so that both their eyes met.

“So, since we’re both available, I was hoping you’d join me in the Cantina for a date.”

He didn’t know his smile could get any wider, but it did.

“I’d love to, Andrea.”

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