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Softly tapping on the dull colored cubicle, the light noise accidentally startles Adam as he tries to focus on finishing his tasks for the day. Chuckling to yourself, you can’t help but giggle while he tries to straighten his shirt.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry, Adam!” You jest, rushing to his aid.
“No, no it’s alright.” He mumbles.
Trying his best to clear up the avalanche of paperwork that covers the desk, Adam nervously tucks the freed blonde strands of hair behind his slightly burning ears. Swallowing his embarrassment, he swivels his desk chair towards you.
“Is this about the report you asked for? I already told Suzie that it will be done in the next couple of days.” He frantically explains.
Desperately searching for the manilla folder, you calmly touch Adam’s broad shoulder, hoping to calm him down.
“No, I’ve already got that covered. I promise. I was just wondering if you’d like to go somewhere with me in a bit.” You advise with a tiny smile.
Taking in your request, the kind gesture feels almost foreign to Adam’s ears, which you see. Staring at you with his puppy-dog hazel eyes, you raise your eyebrows hoping he’ll take the hint. Fortunately for you, he does. But you swear, you can hear the office’s clock ticking at the slowest possible rate.
“Oh! Of course, I’d love to. What’s the occasion, Y/N?” Adam ponders.
“Can’t tell you, just meet me downstairs when you take care of …all of this.” You gesture towards his messy desk before leaving with a sly wink.
*****
Patiently waiting in your office’s lobby, you quietly clear out your inbox for the day while also peeking at your social media. Tucking the two boxes of food closer, the sound of Adam’s footsteps brings a smile to your face.
“Hey, how’d it go?” You ask.
“It was fine. Suzie gave me an extension by another couple of days. Everything will work out, even if I have to pull an all-nighter.” Adam jokes, crossing his arms.
“See? I knew she would come through …eventually.” You reply, handing Adam his take-out box.
“What’s this?” He questions, carefully shaking the box.
“Fuel for the road and they’re your favorite: falafel sandwiches.” You explain.
Heading towards the door, you can feel Adam’s excitement radiating behind you like rays of sunshine.
“With extra cucumber and tzatziki sauce? And the pita’s toasted?!” Adam practically beams, joining you on the walk to your car in the parking garage.
“Don’t doubt me.” You tease.
“My God, I love you.” Adam sincerely jests, fighting to open the paper box.
Venturing further through the city, you and Adam find yourselves finishing the drive to the undisclosed location; your favorite park overlooking the city. Climbing onto the roof of your trusty car, the two of you eat in silence, watching the sun go down.
Deeply enjoying each others company, the skyline begins to fill with a line of blue ascending into a gorgeous token of pink, orange, and even a stroke of purple. The nighttime stars start to appear, showing their value.
“Look! You can see Orion!” You gasp, pointing at the night sky.
Joining you, Adam glances upwards at the sky, allowing his eyes to adjust. Suddenly, the vast multitude of stars causes him to gaze in awe. The stars in Earth surely are a different spectacle than in Eternia. Gently holding your hand, you and Adam finally find a sense of peace outside of the crazy, and suffocating modern world.
Summary: Enjoying a moment of peace brings new emotions to the table, including ones that you never thought were possible.
Word Count: 850
Warning(s): PURE FLUFF, Prince Adam + reader being in love, slight comparison to others, being nervous and scared, being someone's first love.
A/N: He absolutely deserves some fluff. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
The cool breeze of the Eternian wilds does nothing to settle your nerves, despite the fact that the air smells like your favorite lavender and jasmine perfume back home. Deeply inhaling this newfound scent, a small smile fills your lips, taking in the atmosphere of a brand new world. Leaning against the fallen trunk of a once strong tree, the orange and red sunset fills the sky as if someone spilled a jar of crimson paint into the air.
Silently gasping at this beautiful sight before you, Adam Glenn smiles at your own happiness, causing the tops of his ears to get hot. Leaving Teela and the gang to have some rest at the fire pit, Adam slowly makes his way over to your private area.
“Stunning isn’t it?” He asks.
Glancing his way, you are suddenly pulled away from your trance-like state.
“The sky, I mean. Do you like it?” He adds, folding his hands in front of him.
“Yeah, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Eternia surely gives the sunsets out West a run for their money, that’s for sure.” You reply, gazing his way.
“I know, I couldn’t really see them in the city. There’s too much light pollution.” Adam answers, leaning next to you.
Crossing your arms in front of you, the two of you shyly share a laugh together, realizing that this is the first time you both have been alone in the past few days.
“So, how does it feel being the “mighty hero” and all that?” You ask.
Giving Adam your undivided attention, you finally have the chance to study the new leather bound and metallic breast plate with the bright, glinting gem welded inside. Feeling your cheeks grow warm at this sight of his new physique, you force yourself to look back towards the beautiful fauna.
“Hoesntly? It feels pretty great. I’m just not entirely sure what happened to my shirt. …Or my pants. Do those come back or will I have to buy a new pair everytime?” He jokes, giving you a real smile.
Squinting your nose, a large smile fills your face and a much deserved laugh escapes your lips. The delightful sounds of your shared laughter makes Adam’s chest feel just a little lighter, despite the current situation. The world is starting to slow down, just by being by your side.
“Oh my God, I don’t want to even imagine how much debt you’d be in if that was the case! I would actually go insane.” You giggle.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get there. But, how do you feel? Being away from home?” Adam questions, turning to face you.
Nervously rubbing your hands together, you’re suddenly greeted with his strong frame before you. Sure, back home in Oklahoma, you always thought Adam was built for his age since you both are young. But here, being embodied with the power of Grayskull, the butterflies in your stomach flutter quicker.
“Um… it’s odd. I know I haven’t been here very long, but Eternia is quite beautiful. However, I really miss coffee, though. And breakfast sandwiches. But I imagine when this is all over, you'll be sending me back home.” You admit, as you glance down at your fidgeting fingers.
“What if I asked you to stay?” Adam asks, stepping closer.
Taking your shaking hands into one of his own, Adam brings you to face him with the other. Gazing into his soft brown eyes makes your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Suddenly, the butterflies in your stomach begin to sink, one by one.
‘Does he actually care for me?’
“What if I’m not good enough for you? You grew up here with your people, not me. I know we met as children, but it doesn’t feel the same. I saw how you fought on the highway with Teela, the two of you work well together. I’m just the girl you know from Earth, there’s nothing special about me, Adam.” You confess, trying your best to hold in your tears.
“That is not true, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you, even from the moment I met you. You mean and are everything to me. While I care for Teela, she is and always will be my friend. You are something else entirely. You are the reason I wake up in the morning, even if it means to go to a crappy job everyday. You believed in me when no one did. You helped me find the sword.” Adam declares, wiping away your fallen tears.
“Now you’re lying. I’m just… I’m scared. What if I'm not what you want?” You croak, cracking Adam’s heart.
“You are everything I want. I only think of you, in all of this craziness. It’s only you.” He declares.
Leaning his forehead against yours, Adam’s golden curls tickle your cheeks. Gently stroking your cheek, he slowly inches closer, silently waiting to see if you pull away. When you don’t, his soft lips meet yours for the first time, and he can finally kiss you without remorse.
Hi I was wondering if you write smut? Or is there anything that you’re not willing to write about? Just want to make sure before I submit a request!! Thank you ☺️
I have so many fics that have smut
As far as what I'm not willing to write about: | mean, I only write female readers, I don't write disabilities because I don't want to offend anyone. Thanks for asking!
Summary: Finding people who care is rare in today’s world. Feeling completely lost on his path, Adam Glenn finds someone who he can be himself around; you.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, brief negative self-talk, slight crying, action and violence, Adam being a complete idiot in love, and him being protective over you.
A/N: Nicholas lives rent free in my head after seeing MOTU today. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
The cold take-out box wastes away as the temporary reminder of Adam Glenn’s another failed date. Leaning against the restaurant's doorway, the gold and black sleek ambience leaves a sickening pit at the bottom of his stomach, so he quietly continues down the block in silence.
Wandering further down the street, the distant rumble of thunder roars through the city, causing Adam to fully admit defeat in the protective stone entrance of a museum. Glancing at his watch to glance at the time, he tries to step backward from the rain. Within seconds, his hopes of trying to get dry are immediately dashed when he suddenly slips and falls face first into the building’s lobby.
The loud crash pulls you away from your closing duties, causing you to nearly collide into the check-in desk just as you round the corner. The sight of seeing Adam sprawled out on the marble flooring along with the now ruined remains of his risotto causes your chest to sink.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” You frantically ask.
Reaching to help him, Adam quickly regains his composure and glances your way.
“I’m, yeah I’m okay. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize the door wasn’t …locked.” He tries to explain, unable to break the soft gaze of your eye contact.
“It’s okay, we’re not fully closed yet, anyway.” You reassure him.
Gazing his way, a small smile fills his once dull lips. The softness of his light brown eyes never leave your face, no matter how hard he tries to break the awkward tension. So, Adam opens his mouth to say something, but his gut tells him something else.
“Um, is it possible to help me off the floor so I can clean up my mess? Or are you just going to leave me here?” He tries to change the subject.
“Of course! Where are my manners?” You instantly click and offer your hand to help him up.
Returning to his feet, Adam secretly fights to not let go of your hand, but you’re quick to turn away as your boss calls you from deeper inside the museum. Turning back to Adam, he lets you go with a small nod before trying his best to clean up the unappealing leftovers.
****
After a few frantic minutes of trying to hold back tears, Adam practically rips the entire paper towel roll from the machine in the men’s restroom to make the floors spotless. Silently scolding himself, Adam throws the paper box in the modern trash can with a fury.
‘You’re so stupid.’
‘Just lie the next time you’re on a date.’
‘Don’t even mention your parents.’
‘Being a Prince of your kind means nothing on Earth.’
Trying his best to push his thoughts down, the fresh saltwater tears ultimately break him down. Slumping onto a hardwood bench, Adam takes his head in his hands and begins to sob to himself.
“Adam?” You gently ask.
Quickly wiping away his tears, he’s greeted with the sight of you holding two small espresso cups of coffee.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, joining his side.
Shaking his head, his saddened expression makes a small lump rise on your own throat, already knowing the answer.
“Oh Adam, I’m so so sorry.” You say to him, clasping his hand on your own.
“I just… I just wish someone believed me, you know? I don’t understand it. Is that so hard?” He questions.
“I do. I believe you. I’ve always believed you.” You admit.
“What?” He asks, deflecting your truth.
Standing before him, you take both of Adam’s hands in your own, stroking his knuckles with your thumbs. After a moment of relief, he finally gives you his full attention, ready to trust you.
“I’ve believed you since the first day we met. I know everyone else doubted you, called you crazy, but I didn’t. I know you’ll find your sword one day. In fact, come with me.” You explain, before urging him further into the dimly lit building.
Taking Adam by the hand, he ignores all of the displays with artifacts from humanity’s history, the grand and wonderful story tall paintings, even the colorful rotating rack of brochures and other pamphlets about the museum and all it has to offer. Just because you are holding his hand.
Leading you to the newly discovered section, you unlock the door with your key, and step over the bright yellow caution tape blocking anyone from venturing further into the room.
“This is one of our newly renovated exhibits that we plan to open in the fall. I was hoping to keep this as a surprise from you, at least just for a little while longer. But I just can’t bear to see you lose your spark of hope after a date.” You describe, showing the modernized glass cases and stands.
Reaching the end of the room beneath the perfectly paned skylight, you and Adam end the walk at a covered case with a white cloth. Pulling the cloth from the case, the Sword of Power sits perfectly on two nearly invisible hooks, creating the illusion that the object is floating. Suddenly, Adam’s once sad and hopeless eyes fill with joy, knowing that you found his sword.
“You found it! I can’t believe you actually found it!” Adam exclaims.
Fusing himself with the glass, you can’t but giggle when Adam’s face smudges against the once clean material.
“Don’t thank me. Thank the men that actually dug this guy up, they found it near the Canadian border when we were kids. I only knew about it a few months ago.” You describe, showing a few information cards.
“God, Y/N! I can’t thank you enough! I swear, I could…” Adam begins, but can’t.
Gently holding your shoulders, Adam steps closer to your frame. Carefully leaning inward, your eyes begin to close, but a large booming voice echoes across the empty floor.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to kiss her.” The voice accuses.
Turning towards the sudden intruder, the terrifying image of a blue and purple humanoid creature shakes you to your core. Underneath a thin hood, a pair of bright red piercing eyes causes your ears to ring.
Instinctively moving to protect you, Adam refuses to let this all too familiar foe use you as a leverage. Unlocking the case, you secretly lift a glass panel off.
“Why cause all this commotion with a mortal? Surely she is less sufficient than any other one you’ve come across.” The skeletal monster croaks.
“How dare you?! Surely you can’t desire any more power than you realize? Haven’t you had enough?” Adam shouts.
“Not until the small planet you call home will be in the palm of my hand.” Skeletor declares, aiming his staff towards you.
Inching his fingers around the sword’s hilt, Adam swings the blade upwards towards the sky.
“By the power of Grayskull, I have the power!” He shouts, gazing at the night sky through the skylight.
Within seconds, lightning lights up the sky and breaks through the skylight. Infusing itself with the sword, Adam’s form suddenly changes before your eyes, transforming him into a true titan of power. Peeking from your hiding spot, you now bear witness to Adam’s full potential. The suit of armor and steel provides enough coverage, but still remains protective.
Rounding the room in a circle, the tall creature known as Skeletor taunts Adam relentlessly with occasionally throwing swings in between. Remaining loyal to you, Adam does everything he can to keep you safe by any means. Suddenly, your friend misjudges an attack, causing debris from an upper floor to fall in your direction.
Running to your aid, Adam takes the main hit of the wood and plaster debris, shielding you from the potential damage. Satisfied with this fight, Skeletor is gone before Adam can even have a chance to retaliate. Returning his attention to you, Adam carefully holds your face in his hand, checking for any signs of damage.
“You okay?” He asks.
Slowly nodding, your bottom lip starts to quiver and tears roll down your face. Wrapping your arms around Adam’s neck, he softly holds you as the stories from his childhood become reality. The distant wail of police sirens echo through the city just as Adam ushers you out the back door and carries you to his apartment.
The King's Crown: Finding people who care is rare in today's world. Feeling completely lost on his path, Adam Glenn finds someone who he can be himself around; you.
A Moment of Relief: Enjoying a moment of peace brings new emotions to the table, including ones that you never thought were possible.
Summary: You're suddenly insecure about a slight change that has appeared as you’ve gotten older, but Mark reminds you how much you mean to him.
Word Count: 899
Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, brief angst and anxiety, slight talk of negative body image, mention of a minor surgery, talks of body + upcoming period pain(s), skin, body, and scars appreciation, words of affirmation and physical touch being Mark’s love language, you are loved.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about this lately as I’ve been experiencing these discomforts. The minor surgery talk is about my own (it was a good thing)! And GOD, I need a green flag man like Mark in my life.
The morning rays of sunshine beam through the angular windows of the quiet, shared bedroom. Providing the room with natural light, the house is filled with a warmth, a sense of coziness that can’t seem to penetrate your veins. Instead, you stare blankly at your laptops blinking cursor as it unknowingly taunts you.
You just can’t seem to get the hang of how to master this annoying writer’s block. Sure, you wrote plenty of material to what feels like one and a half books by now. But nothing seems perfect. Feeling your tailbone start to ache beneath you, your tired eyes glance up at the laptops clock; 8:37 AM.
While you are a morning person, much to Mark’s personal success, you realize that you haven’t had any breakfast yet. Not even coffee. Huffing in annoyance, you set your laptop aside before giving Chica a little scratch on the back of her ear.
“You wanna get up, girl? Let’s get something to eat.” You reassure her.
Standing up from the foot of the bed, you feel the familiar shard-like ache in both of your knees and you instantly know what it means. Your period is coming.
‘Great, just another thing to deal with.’ You think to yourself.
Grabbing your silver laptop, you slowly make your way down the stairs with Chica following you in tow. Coming into the empty kitchen, the delicious scent of scrambled eggs greets you as you feel a rumble in your stomach. Setting the laptop down on the counter, the sight of a dirty pan and spatula sit on the stovetop.
Softly smirking to yourself, you figure that Mark took it upon himself to make breakfast and then retreat into his office. Sighing at spending another semi-afternoon alone, you decide that the best thing to do for now is to get a proper jump start on everything.
Starting with coffee.
Reaching for one of your many mugs in the cupboard, another all too familiar pain descends on your body again. This time, it’s the small amount of scar tissue in your right breast. Quickly setting the mug down, the object bounces off the countertop and onto the hardwood floor, shattering into multiple pieces. Stopping dead in your tracks, the sudden sound of heavy footsteps fill your ears.
Emerging from the hallway, Mark quickly rounds the corner and discovers the tiny accidental mess you made.
“What happened? Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just broke one of my favorite mugs, that’s all.” You reply in defeat.
“Stay there. Don’t move.” Mark orders, ushering Chica out of the kitchen.
Cleaning up the ceramic bits, Mark pulls down another mug before placing it next to the trusty coffee machine. Putting the dirty dishes in the sink, you lean against the counter for support, trying your best to ignore the aches. However, you still remain unlucky when it comes to hiding anything from your loved one.
“What’s wrong?” Mark questions, ushering over to help you.
“Nothing, I’m alright.” You lie.
Gesturing to sit on the marble countertop, you don’t even have time to register what comes next. Hoisting your frame onto the counter, a little gasp escapes your lips as Mark gently sits you down.
“Tell me, Y/N. Let me know what’s bothering you.” He soothes before you.
Calmly running his hands over your arms, you hesitate, believing that you’re making a situation out of nothing. But no matter how hard you try, you always fall victim to Mark’s soft dark brown eyes.
“It’s my knees, they’ve been starting to ache just before and when I get my period. Same with my scar tissue. I guess it’s just my body prepping me for a change.” You explain.
Feeling a sense of heat rise up your neck, the embarrassment slowly fades away just as Mark untucks his white t-shirt, revealing the infamous dot-like scars on his abdomen.
“You’re not alone, sweetheart. I still have mine from before I even met you. But they don’t define me, any type of scars are beautiful. I know your surgery was two years ago, it was a good thing for you. But don’t let that subtle change affect you.” He clarifies.
Clasping either side of this face, your fingers intertwine with his mid-length dark hair. Carefully massaging both of your knees, Mark slowly moves further in between your legs, wanting to be closer. Laughing lightly, you lean ever so slightly in his touch allowing Mark’s hands to curve around your waist.
“I mean, you were the one to say that scars are sexy.” You tease.
“See? I am a man of many things.” Mark replies with a sly smile.
“Including leaving your dishes in the sink? I still haven’t had the chance to make breakfast yet.” You admit defeat.
“I can give you something much better than breakfast.” He whispers.
Sliding his hands down to your legs, Mark gently squeezes the soft skin of your thighs before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His scruff tickles your sensitive skin whilst his grip grows tighter around your legs.
“No, no…! Don’t you dare, Mark!” You plead, trying to playfully push him away.
“You’re not going to win this fight. It’s better if you accept the defeat and let me take care of you.” Mark jests, picking you up from the counter and leading you deeper into the house.
In This Together: You're suddenly insecure about a slight change that has appeared as you’ve gotten older, but Mark reminds you how much you mean to him.
And boy, it just as amazing on another full watch! I don't know if it's because my tv is high definition, but all the details were INSANE!! From Simon's tattoo, to the grim on his hands, even the subtitles being PERFECT.
I'm still so proud of Mark and his team for brining this project to life. This is one of my favorite movies of this year, and hopefully it'll get me out of my fic slump!
once again it is may the fourth, and as is customary i’ve written a fic—but this one is a bit different. on a few occasions last year i mentioned that i was working on an au where luke and andrie have a child: a daughter they name lani. well, this is the first fruit of that idea! lani’s not much of a character in this story bc she’s a baby, but in the future i hope to explore her journey and personality. for now, you should know that she’s born of andrie’s first pregnancy, about five weeks after her cousin ben solo. (i fudged ben’s birthdate a little here so they could be closer in age.) luke and andrie have stayed on chandrila, close to leia and han, while they consider where to build the new jedi temple. as this fic opens, their research has led them to choose ossus, and they’ve nearly finished preparing to leave. we join them on the day before their departure—check it out below the cut. as always, feel free to reblog and leave comments, and enjoy!
the beauty of their dreams
He’s talking to the baby when Andrie enters their apartment, and she can’t help but smile. Luke speaks to their four-month-old daughter just as he would anyone else: his voice calm and steady, no high-pitched tones or nonsense babbling.
“When you’re older,” he tells the infant, “your mother and I will teach you the ways of the Force. Maybe by then we’ll have it figured out.” Little Lani gurgles and coos, her blue eyes (nearly the same shade as his) sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun. Luke brushes back her silky red hair and touches those same fingers to her cheek. “But we don’t expect you to be a great Jedi. All we want is for you to be happy, and safe, and loved. Never, ever doubt how much we love you.”
“Wise words, General Skywalker,” Andrie calls to them as she hangs up her cloak. “For once.”
A wave of his affection washes over her, warm and comforting—and tinged with amusement. “I’m not a general anymore, remember?” Luke reminds her. “Just a Jedi.”
“No such thing,” counters Andrie, striding into the sitting room and joining her husband and daughter by the window. “I’ve learned that pretty quickly.” She presses a kiss to his cheek, then holds out her arms as Luke passes Lani to her. “Your father acts modest,” she tells the baby now snuggled to her chest, “but then again, all truly great heroes do.”
Luke’s face remains composed, but Andrie catches the pink dusting his face. “And your mother,” he counters with slightly raised eyebrows, “should know.” His words have their intended affect: she’s blushing now too. But she isn’t annoyed. Such moments prove he knows her better than anyone else.
In reply, Lani burbles a tiny giggle, curling her fist. Her parents share delighted smiles, once again in awe that she’s theirs; then they turn their gazes to the window and the bustling skyline of Hanna City beyond it. “Is the ship ready?” Luke wonders.
“Mm-hmm. The final maintenance checks came back clean. We can leave tomorrow.” Shifting Lani’s weight, Andrie’s eyes track an air taxi as it speeds past. “It’s finally happening…I almost can’t believe it.”
Luke’s mechanical hand rests on her mid-back, its presence a grounding. “Are you afraid?”
“Are you?” she immediately returns.
“…Not exactly, no,” he slowly answers. “Concerned, maybe, that Ossus won’t be all that we hope. I’ve considered waiting a bit longer, until we’ve collected more Jedi knowledge, and Lani and Ben are old enough to start training…” He sets his jaw and stands straighter. “But I trust the Force, and this is where it’s leading us. It has to be now.”
“I trust the Force too,” Andrie assures him. “And I trust you. We’ll go to Ossus and build our temple. The rest will follow as it’s meant to.”
Luke laughs softly. “You’re starting to sound like me.”
“Like I said: you do occasionally speak wisdom.” Andrie looks down at her daughter’s crown of red hair, so much like her own, and then at Luke. “No, I’m not afraid,” she declares. “But I am sad to be leaving the rest of our family. Lani won’t see them very much outside of holocalls—at least not until Ben comes to us.”
A frown creases Luke’s brow, the hand on Andrie’s back rubbing small circles. “I know,” he admits. “I miss them already. But Han and Leia understand, Andrie. They have important work of their own. We all have a part to play now.”
She nods, gaze flicking toward the direction of the Solos’ apartment. The warmth of her baby rests like a heated stone against her, this wonderful child, who cannot fathom the extraordinary things she will someday learn…and maybe even do herself. “What will her part be?” Andrie murmurs, patting Lani’s bottom.
“Master Yoda once told me that the Force is always in motion. It can show us the past, the future…or what the future might be, depending on our choices.” Luke regards his wife and child tenderly. “But whoever she becomes, the Force will always be with her.”
“And our love,” Andrie says resolutely. “No one can take that away.” She leans into Luke’s side and he carefully wraps his arm around her and Lani, the infant cooing again at the closeness of her father. The little family bask in that moment, Luke and Andrie all too aware of what was sacrificed to make it possible. And with the rising of the sun tomorrow, they will relinquish the comforts of Chandrila and set off to the wilds of Ossus, there to resurrect the Jedi Order and pass on its lessons to a new generation. One that will include their daughter and nephew—Anakin Skywalker’s grandchildren, the promise he once held born anew.
The responsibility is daunting, but they have the Force. They have each other. They are ready.
“What time did Leia want us for dinner?” Andrie questions, and Luke glances at the wall chrono.
“1900 hours,” he replies after briefly ruminating. “So we have a while yet. I think our little tooka kit—“ He tickles Lani’s chubby foot and grins at her shrill giggle. “Could use a nap.”
“Would you please stop referring to our child as a furry animal?” Andrie groans in mock-exasperation. “I’d expect it from Han, but you…”
If ever she needed proof that the farmboy from Tatooine still lived deep within the Jedi Knight, she finds it in his mischievous blue eyes and lopsided shrug. “You don’t seem to mind all the names we have for each other.”
“That’s different.”
“Not by much.”
With a sigh, Andrie concedes Luke’s point and steps back from the window. “Come on,” she beckons. “Help me put her down and we’ll have some tea.”
Luke follows them to the back bedroom, grateful for the opportunity of a small respite. There won’t be much time for that on Ossus…but then, they knew that going in. He chose to learn the ways of the Force from Obi-wan and Yoda, and Andrie in turn has chosen to learn them from him. It’s been difficult, to put it mildly, especially after Lani’s birth. It’s about to become harder still. But they know in their hearts they’d do it all over again.
“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he admits as he draws up beside Andrie at the door. “Besides you, of course.”
“Funny,” mutters Andrie as she punches the unlock on the keypad (she’s not quite adept enough to do so with the Force yet). “I’ve thought the same thing about you.”
The happiness that radiates from Luke then could outshine the stars. Wordlessly affirming their devotion, he and she carry their treasure to her cradle, secure in knowing that this is not the end of one chapter, but the unblemished beginning of another.
