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Title: Adjustment
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Beru/Owen/Obi-Wan, Beru & Luke
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post Kenobi. Luke is watching his uncle and Ben talk. Beru is baking. Luke's POV.
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fandomweekly challenge eavesdropping with the bonus challenge "If you're going to listen at the window, do it quietly."
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“If you’re going to listen at the window, do it quietly,” Aunt Beru advises, then instructs. “And put the screen up. You can listen without letting all the cool air out.”
Luke huffs and reactivates the screen. “It’s harder to hear.”
“I thought you weren’t eavesdropping,” Aunt Beru admonishes gently.
“I’m not! They’re talking about something important and it’s about me and I deserve to know!” Luke defends.
Aunt Beru stops kneading the bread to look at him. “I can probably answer some questions if you have them.”
Luke glances back out the window. Uncle Owen and Ben are just staring at each other not saying anything. Luke sighs, "I should probably help with chores.”
“Oh no, you’re staying right there and telling me how it’s going,” Aunt Beru instructs as she goes back to kneading the bread.
Luke nods, then looks back out the window. They’re still not talking, but Luke can tell from the way they’re standing that it’s tense. “Uncle Owen’s hands are on his hips and he’s got that crinkle between his eyebrows.”
“Not the crinkle!” Aunt Beru moans dramatically.
Luke giggles. Aunt Beru laughs as she starts to section off pieces of the bread to roll into small balls.
“You didn’t deny that it’s about me,” Luke points out.
“Because you’re perceptive and you’re right.”
“Oh,” Luke manages, then frowns as he looks out the window again.
“Ben can teach you how to defend yourself,” Aunt Beru explains.
“You already taught me how to shoot a blaster,” Luke points out as he turns to look at his aunt. “I know how to run and hide.”
His aunt’s fingers pause in her work and Luke isn’t sure what to do with the sadness on her face. Did he say the wrong thing? Should he get up and hug her?
“I don’t really remember what happened, but I’m not having nightmares about it anymore,” Luke points out.
She doesn’t look less sad, just resigned. “There are some things that not even a blaster can save you from.”
“I know that,” Luke tries.
She frowns at the bread in her hands and starts rolling it again before she looks back up at him. “Can you still see your Grandma Shmi? Do you still talk to her?”
Luke squirms, then looks back out the window. Uncle Owen and Ben are standing close. They’re talking in hushed tones, their words rapid, and he can’t make out what they’re saying. Luke glances back at his aunt before admitting, “Sometimes.”
“The things Ben could teach you would make talking to her easier,” Aunt Beru explains.
“I’d like that,” Luke admits. He doesn’t see his grandma all the time, she is dead after all, but sometimes when he’s fixing things and gets ahead of himself she’s right there advising him and helping him slow down so he can listen to the machine he’s fixing, so he can feel out what the problem is.
Luke doesn’t really know Ben though. He seems kind and sad and he gave Luke a toy, but Uncle Owen seems tense about him.
“Does Uncle Owen not like Ben?” Luke asks. “Am I supposed to call him Ben? Or Uncle Ben? Or does he have another name?”
“If he stays you’ll have to ask Ben what he wants you to call him,” Aunt Beru advises as she begins to put the balls of dough into a muffin tin, three in each bun pit. Once she’s done she begins melting butter and adding honey to it to brush on top.
“You didn’t answer my other question,” Luke pushes.
Aunt Beru purses her lips and as she begins brushing the honey and butter onto the dough. “Let me think.”
Luke studies her quietly. His aunt is suddenly tense in a way she usually isn’t, but she finishes with the honey and butter and puts the first round of bread in the oven, then sets a timer. She glances at the dough she’s still going to roll into balls and then at him. “It’s not that your uncle doesn’t like Ben, but it’s more all three of us want you to have a safe and happy childhood, but we sometimes disagree on how best to keep you safe.”
Luke mulls this over for a moment. Then he glances out the window. His eyes widen. “Uncle Owen is kissing Ben!”
His aunt laughs. “Good. He listened to me. Is Ben kissing him back?”
Ben’s hands are moving, as if he’s not sure what to do with them and he’s not quite kissing Uncle Owen back, but he’s not pulling away either. Uncle Owen catches Ben’s hands in his. He brings one hand up to curl around his neck, but the other hand he holds onto, his thumb rubbing circles against the back. Ben stills, then sinks against his uncle. And then the two of them are kissing.
“They are now!” Luke informs his aunt.
She’s smirking when he looks back. Luke rolls his eyes. She shakes her head, “Go wash your hands and help me finish with this bread.”
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Beru/Owen/Obi-Wan, Beru & Luke
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post Kenobi. Luke is watching his uncle and Ben talk. Beru is baking. Luke's POV.
A/N: Written for the
fandomweekly challenge eavesdropping with the bonus challenge "If you're going to listen at the window, do it quietly."Adjustment:
“If you’re going to listen at the window, do it quietly,” Aunt Beru advises, then instructs. “And put the screen up. You can listen without letting all the cool air out.”
Luke huffs and reactivates the screen. “It’s harder to hear.”
“I thought you weren’t eavesdropping,” Aunt Beru admonishes gently.
“I’m not! They’re talking about something important and it’s about me and I deserve to know!” Luke defends.
Aunt Beru stops kneading the bread to look at him. “I can probably answer some questions if you have them.”
Luke glances back out the window. Uncle Owen and Ben are just staring at each other not saying anything. Luke sighs, "I should probably help with chores.”
“Oh no, you’re staying right there and telling me how it’s going,” Aunt Beru instructs as she goes back to kneading the bread.
Luke nods, then looks back out the window. They’re still not talking, but Luke can tell from the way they’re standing that it’s tense. “Uncle Owen’s hands are on his hips and he’s got that crinkle between his eyebrows.”
“Not the crinkle!” Aunt Beru moans dramatically.
Luke giggles. Aunt Beru laughs as she starts to section off pieces of the bread to roll into small balls.
“You didn’t deny that it’s about me,” Luke points out.
“Because you’re perceptive and you’re right.”
“Oh,” Luke manages, then frowns as he looks out the window again.
“Ben can teach you how to defend yourself,” Aunt Beru explains.
“You already taught me how to shoot a blaster,” Luke points out as he turns to look at his aunt. “I know how to run and hide.”
His aunt’s fingers pause in her work and Luke isn’t sure what to do with the sadness on her face. Did he say the wrong thing? Should he get up and hug her?
“I don’t really remember what happened, but I’m not having nightmares about it anymore,” Luke points out.
She doesn’t look less sad, just resigned. “There are some things that not even a blaster can save you from.”
“I know that,” Luke tries.
She frowns at the bread in her hands and starts rolling it again before she looks back up at him. “Can you still see your Grandma Shmi? Do you still talk to her?”
Luke squirms, then looks back out the window. Uncle Owen and Ben are standing close. They’re talking in hushed tones, their words rapid, and he can’t make out what they’re saying. Luke glances back at his aunt before admitting, “Sometimes.”
“The things Ben could teach you would make talking to her easier,” Aunt Beru explains.
“I’d like that,” Luke admits. He doesn’t see his grandma all the time, she is dead after all, but sometimes when he’s fixing things and gets ahead of himself she’s right there advising him and helping him slow down so he can listen to the machine he’s fixing, so he can feel out what the problem is.
Luke doesn’t really know Ben though. He seems kind and sad and he gave Luke a toy, but Uncle Owen seems tense about him.
“Does Uncle Owen not like Ben?” Luke asks. “Am I supposed to call him Ben? Or Uncle Ben? Or does he have another name?”
“If he stays you’ll have to ask Ben what he wants you to call him,” Aunt Beru advises as she begins to put the balls of dough into a muffin tin, three in each bun pit. Once she’s done she begins melting butter and adding honey to it to brush on top.
“You didn’t answer my other question,” Luke pushes.
Aunt Beru purses her lips and as she begins brushing the honey and butter onto the dough. “Let me think.”
Luke studies her quietly. His aunt is suddenly tense in a way she usually isn’t, but she finishes with the honey and butter and puts the first round of bread in the oven, then sets a timer. She glances at the dough she’s still going to roll into balls and then at him. “It’s not that your uncle doesn’t like Ben, but it’s more all three of us want you to have a safe and happy childhood, but we sometimes disagree on how best to keep you safe.”
Luke mulls this over for a moment. Then he glances out the window. His eyes widen. “Uncle Owen is kissing Ben!”
His aunt laughs. “Good. He listened to me. Is Ben kissing him back?”
Ben’s hands are moving, as if he’s not sure what to do with them and he’s not quite kissing Uncle Owen back, but he’s not pulling away either. Uncle Owen catches Ben’s hands in his. He brings one hand up to curl around his neck, but the other hand he holds onto, his thumb rubbing circles against the back. Ben stills, then sinks against his uncle. And then the two of them are kissing.
“They are now!” Luke informs his aunt.
She’s smirking when he looks back. Luke rolls his eyes. She shakes her head, “Go wash your hands and help me finish with this bread.”
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My one complaint about Kenobi was not enough tiny!Luke
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Yes! He was so adorable!