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willowcrowned · 11 months

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hi hi. loving the disaster that is leia’s pregnancy. may i suggest leia catching an unexpected glimpse of boba’s preparations for the child?

[part one] [part two] [part three]

Leia's not sure why she's still on Tatooine.

The heat makes her skin clammy and disgusting. There's not enough water for a proper shower, let alone a bath, and the sonics are turning her hair dry and brittle. She can barely leave her room for fear of being recognized—no one else needs to know that Boba Fett is fucking a washed-up Core princess. And everywhere she goes, Fennec Shand is watching her, wishing her dead.

But she is here, and that's what's important really—she gave up on hypotheticals when she asked Han to marry her, stars in her eyes and her heart so full of love for him that she thought she might cry, and he ran to the other side of the galaxy to suck Lando's dick. She's here, and fourteen minutes ago she was going so crazy cooped up in her room that she decided to go exploring, and now Boba Fett is staring at her from where he's bent over a desk with a soldering iron. And the door is sliding shut behind her with a snick.

"What are you doing?"

Boba leans back, rubbing at his neck. There's a streak of grease up the left side of his face, and a thin sheen of sweat across his head. "Prepping."

"For?" Leia asks, stepping closer. But she can already see the answer.

It's a mobile—or the pieces for one, anyways: rough bits of duratin cut into the shape of mythosaurs, discarded parts from an old T-E series slugthrower, and pieces of some woody root with runes carved into them. He's already got the frame lying to the side, sharp edges of the scrap metal shaved smooth, and chains that sure as hell look like gold coiled neatly, ready to be hung.

"For the baby," Boba says, and that's what finally breaks her heart.

She'd held it together through the long ride, through Fennec's thousand cutting comments and duller teeth, through the pitiful excuse for a negotiation she'd forced them into—and before, through Han's return, his apology, his proposal, his pretending to want everything she wanted because he didn't want to be a screw up for the rest of his life.

Leia wants this baby—wants it so bad it hurts—and that's the bitch of it, because she's a great politician but she'd be a shit mother. She's too busy to care for a child and too much of a perfectionist to let it make mistakes—the only thing she could do is love it, really, and that's not enough. Maybe she could have managed more in another life, maybe if her parents hadn't been blasted into nothingness by her horrible gene donor of a father and she had someone who knew what to do—someone who remembered how to do anything but tear things apart and pray they could be rebuilt better. But she doesn't.

Leia knows herself—knows if she thought she had a single chance not cocking the whole thing up she'd take the kid and try to do it right, and damn the rest of it to hell. But she'll fuck it up—there's no doubt about that—and the only thing worse than having the baby and not getting to keep it, not getting a family, would be not having it at all, so she's here. In a Mandalorian's stronghold. Where he's going to raise her child. And it'll never even know her name.

Leia doesn't collapse on the floor; she has better control than that. But she feels something break inside her chest—some horrible, vital organ keeping her intact. She's not going to die, because she's survived a hell of a lot worse and she still has work to do, but she feels—not that far from it, anyways.

Boba stands up sharply, worry flooding his face.

"Han'll be wondering where I am," she murmurs listlessly, staring at the wall without seeing.

There's a hand on her arm quickly—almost immediately—and she lets herself be led over to a stool to be hovered over.

"What's wrong?" Boba asks. She can feel anxiety flooding out from him, washing over her and dripping into all the grooves in the floor.

Leia lets out a breath, and smiles a tight smile. His eyes are very black and very wide when she looks up at them, but she doesn't let that phase her.

"Nothing," she says lightly. "Pregnancy hormones, you know. I'm sure the fetus is fine."

Men far more stupid than Boba would have seen that for the lie it is; she can't blame him from looking unimpressed.

"I should be getting back to Coruscant," she adds. "I've been gone to long already."

Boba absorbs the information in an impressively short time. He pauses for a second, then nods. "They won't wonder about—" He nods at her stomach.

"I have plenty of friends looking for surrogates," Leia replies. This, at least, she knows how to do. "I'll use one of them as a cover—tell the press I'm doing them a solid."

"And the birth?"

Leia's mouth tightens inadvertently. "I'll do it off-world, find someone I can trust to bring you the baby—tell everybody else it was a stillbirth."

Boba is silent for a very long moment. He's deliberating, Leia thinks, but about what she can't tell.

"Alright," he says at last, and Leia hardens her heart and stands up. "Alright."

#ALMOST made this one from boba's point of view. since we haven't gotten one from him yet. but the leia stuff needed explaining more #leiafenboba #prompt game responses #anyways thank you SO much bean for the ask. tried to find a way to fit into this that boba does intend to repurpose a blaster as a pacifier #but I couldn't find the space #leia organa #boba fett #star wars #beanenchilada

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willowcrowned · 1 year

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Pretty please can we have a follow up boba/leia/fennec one night stand pregnancy?

(Low-key hoping it's fennecs)

ABSOLUTELY you can have it I am DELIGHTED you asked

[part one]

It's not that she'd never expected to hear from Leia again. She and Boba are effective—terribly effective, as Leia would say—and if they make it long enough it'd only make sense to subcontract for the senate. Clean out some of the hutts still clinging on in their section of the Outer Rim and raise spice taxes once they've got a monopoly. It's a good plan. A long game. The sort of thing Fennec has always excelled at.

But then Leia shows up in her smuggler boyfriend's crappy ship and she's wearing a poncho three sizes too big even though it's pushing 55 out and Fennec has never claimed to be a genius, but she's been around enough to know what's going on.

"I'm not a mother," Fennec says, once they're down deep in the stronghold where the droids don't go and the air is cool and stale.

Leia looks angry when she says that—like it's Fennec's problem, like she shouldn't have fucked her if she hadn't wanted a kid out of it. Rich.

"I don't know what you expect me to do about it," Leia retorts. She's looking for a fight. And maybe that's why she likes that smuggler of hers—he'll always give her a fight, let her argue until she's forgotten what she's worried about.

Fennec stays silent.

Leia stares at her for a second—not a glare, something angrier. More bitter. She opens her mouth, and—

"I am," Boba says. "I could be its father. I would take the child."

Fennec turns to him. "Out here? On Tatooine? It'd be dead in a day."

"I'm a Mandalorian," he replies, as if that answers anything. Maybe for him it does.

Boba turns to Leia, and she looks up at him, unreadable. "Yes. I would be its father."

Leia presses her lips together. Her eyes aren't wet—Fennec doubts she's ever been a crier—but they could have been, maybe. If Leia were a little less cruel. If she were a little less desperate to come out on top. But she'd never have come to Tatooine then, so it doesn't really matter.

"You'd take the child," Leia repeats. "And raise it here."

"It would never need to know who its mother was."

"And if it's not yours?" Leia asks.

Boba looks at her for a moment, silent. "I am a Mandalorian. It will be mine."

"And I would leave it," Leia says. Her eyes are black. "We could never see each other."

"It would be loved. It would be raised well." Boba looks at her a moment longer, and the hard lines around his eyes soften just a little. "What other choice do you have?"

"You could terminate it," Fennec cuts in.

"Thank you, Ms. Shand, for that novel piece of brilliance," Leia bites back, acid-sharp. "We should thank our lucky stars we have your intellect here to save us."

Fennec looks back at her flatly, unimpressed, and watches as something in Leia snaps.

She turns to Boba, straight backed, braids like a crown around her head. "It's yours," Leia says. Her voice doesn't waver even a little. "When I have it, the baby is yours."

#cannot tell you how thrilled I was to get this in my askbox #anyways sorry i couldn't think of a way to fit any sort of paternity testing into this so i tried to do the next best thing:#all of them thinking about what terrible parents they'd make. except for boba. because his reference for good parenting was jango fett #anyways i have soooooooo many thoughts now about why leia won't get an abortion #(there are 49358939403 reasons and they're all heartbreaking)#star wars #leiafenboba #leia organa #boba fett #fennec shand #tagging this as #prompt game responses #just so i can find it if it ever goes on ao3 #jackthunderboltyt #asks

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willowcrowned · 1 year

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Hi. Me again. I'm asking for more star wars cause I cant figure out what other fandoms your in.

If your ok with poly what about boba, fennec, and leia for number 5?

my ao3 is a good way to see what fandoms I’m for sure comfortable writing for, but anything I’ve blogged about goes

[prompt list]

5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

She kind of gets what Luke means, now, about Tatooine being impossible to escape from. Every time she thinks she's gotten away, it drags her back.

It should have been a one night stand. It was a one night stand—one last hurrah in the blood and sweat of the desert, spice cartels burnt and scattered across, Han on the other side of the galaxy shacking up with some old "buddy" of his. It had been dark and just this side of too cold, and she'd had her mouth halfway down Shand's dick when Fett had walked in and given her that look, black and hot, and it had been all over from there.

And now she's halfway through tearing the senate apart—you can't clean without making a mess first—and the stupid plastic stick is telling her she's two months along, and Han is outside making nice with some idiot diplomat like she asked him, probably saying something about the ring on her finger and how they're settling down, how they're stable, here for good.

The tile is cool against her feet, her mouth pressed into a bitter line as she not-so-idly wonders what exactly happens to senators pregnant with the baby of an outer-rim warlord. Or, she amends, the baby of his right hand.

Outside, Han laughs charmingly, and she bites her tongue until she can't feel it anymore. Then she wraps the test in toilet paper so thick no one will be able to tell what it is, tosses it in the trash shoot, and stands up.

When she looks in the mirror, her hair is perfect. She pastes on a smile and walks back out.

#they're soooooo sexy #pspspspsing at the leiafen folks hiding in the rafters to go write all three of them fucking hard and nasty #i usually keep this blog like pg 13 but like. dp anyone???? spitroasting????? leia can take it. and even if she can't she will #prompt game responses #btw still taking these #leiafen #bobafen #bobaleia #star wars #leia organa #leiafenboba

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