tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

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A+++++ I'm filling this, excellent prompt

“Ben, I have to go,” Leia said. “Your Uncle Luke will take care of you today.”

Luke smiled down at the quiet boy, and Ben looked away.

Leia noticed and rolled her eyes. “You’ll have a lot of fun, I promise. And look, Artoo is here.”

Artoo and Ben were within an inch of each other’s heights at the moment. Luke tried not to feel jealous of the droid as Ben hugged him and then started his usual ritual of tracing the blue rectangular shapes on Artoo’s domed head with his tiny index finger. Luke had no idea why he did that or why Artoo seemed to like it. Just another strange thing about Ben.

“Luke, thank you so much,” Leia said. She finished tucking her hair into place in front of the mirror by the door. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

Artoo chortled from the living room, pointing out that at least Ben liked one of them.

“What did he say?” Leia asked, distracted as she gathered her things for the day.

“Nothing,” Luke said, waving a hand at Artoo to shush. “This will be a nice chance to spend some time with him.”

Leia gave him a knowing look and said, “I should be back for bedtime, but you know how the Ithorians can be…if I’m not then make sure he gets his favorite story.”

“The Little Lost Bantha Cub?” Luke asked.

“That’s the one.” Leia crouched next to Ben and Artoo. “I have to go. Be good for Uncle Luke.”

Ben hugged her tight and Leia practically had to pry him off of her. “Okay, okay…I’ll be back tonight.”

Ben nodded.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

Ben clamped his mouth shut, and Leia looked like she wanted to argue the issue, but she didn’t have time. She kissed his cheek and swept out the door, telling Luke, “Good luck!”

“I don’t need luck, I have the Force!” Luke called after her.

She laughed. “You’re going to need it!”

When she was gone, Luke closed the door and let out a long sigh. Artoo was right. Ben had never seemed to like him. Even as a baby he would smile at other people, but never Luke. Hopefully a whole day would give them a chance to bond.

Ben and Artoo had already vanished into Ben’s room, and Luke hung back, watching and listening. Ben had a few model ships and random knickknacks from Han’s adventures (including sets of cards and other gambling items, Leia must love that), all displayed on one wall. Ben and Artoo crouched around a small holo projector in the middle of the room.

Artoo asked Ben what he wanted to play, and the dark-haired boy started talking in a rush. “Dad gave me this holo encyclo—encylco—um, a database of ships. Do you wanna look at it with me? Oh--You know all this already, don’t you?”

Artoo assured him that ships never got boring to an astromech droid, and Ben grinned. He turned on the holo projector and Luke smiled fondly at the image of a T-16 Skyhopper.

“I used to fly one of those,” he said.

Ben looked up at him, finally noticing him in the doorway, and his small face went blank, smile gone.

Luke faltered; should he come in? Would he make things worse? He sensed Ben’s fear through the Force, but that just confirmed the obvious body language. Why would Ben be afraid of him? Did he do something, or say something at another visit?

This was ridiculous. He was the babysitter, and a Jedi. He could manage to spend time with a five-year-old boy without having a crisis.

“Back home on Tatooine,” Luke said. He sat down with them, sitting crosslegged, and Ben scooched closer to Artoo. “I used to fly it through Beggar’s Canyon, targeting womp rats—“

Ben clicked a button on the holo projector and the image changed to a Huttese waste hauler. He glanced at Luke sideways, as if checking to make sure he didn’t have a story associated with it.

Luke pursed his lips while Artoo trilled a long laugh at him. This was going to be a long day.

Not OP but I'm DYING at Ben and Artoo being friends! Droid/human friendships are my weakness in general but these two especially are killing me right now. Great job overall and I can't wait to read more!

ERMAGERRRRRRRD YASSS THANK YOU ANON FOR FILLING MY PROMPT!! <333 I can't wait to see Luke win over Ben!

This is already so adorable and relatable. Haha omg, Ben flipping to a picture Luke wouldn't have a story about, Luke's life is so hard, which is exactly right.

The rest is being posted at ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7101622/chapters/16136254

PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

Re: Luke+Babby Ben, Baby-sitting, tooth-rotting fluff

[FILL]: The Little Lost Uncle Luke, 1/3

Re: [FILL]: The Little Lost Uncle Luke, 1/3

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Fill: The Little Lost Uncle Luke