(And I totally ask you make it horny. Like just filthy. If you need my permission you have it. Just full horny preggo sex. Let the beast out)
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"Fuck me," Leia says. She's in Fennec's room, spirits know how she got there, and her face is half in shadow. Her eyes are black, but they're always black. Fennec has never seen them wide and brown and melting; Fennec's never seen her in love.
There are a lot of things she could say back. Part of her wants to kick Leia out. It's not like she has the fucking right, after all—to come back to Tatooine when they'd all made it pretty clear it was a one time thing. To blame Fennec for getting herself knocked up. To dump a kid on Fett—to dump a kid on Fennec—and act like it's their fault she doesn't want to be a mother.
Fennec trades in loyalty. Leia's not loyal to anyone on Tatooine except herself.
"Fine," Fennec says.
(When she's got Leia under her, Leia's nails digging into her scalp and the angle of her knee straining Fennec's hip with every thrust, she leans down further until her mouth is on Leia's neck. And she bites down. Hard.)
Summary: This thing between them is new, and Fennec finds herself falling.
This thing between them is new.
New and exciting in a way that Fennec hasn't felt curl in her belly since-
Well, she can't really remember the last time her stomach curled in anticipation over a person rather than a call gone wrong. Might not be able to remember, but damn well enjoys the feeling as she leans back against the wall, watching an annoyingly cute blonde monopolize the attention of the only person Fennec is here to see.
Noticing Fett long before he says anything, she curls her lip as he sidles up to her, biodegradable cup held in one loose, languid fist. "Save it."
"Nice to see you too, Shand," Boba drones, "really glad I invited you."
"You didn't have a choice," Fennec shoots back, raising her own cup and tossing back the remnants of her own drink- coke and not enough rum. "If you didn't, the twink would have."
Boba snorts. "You don't even like him."
She doesn't deign that with a response, instead squeezing her cup to listen to the disappointing crinkle. Boba sighs beside her, head cocking to the side, and asks, "You're looking at the Huttslayer, aren't you?"
Fennec chooses not to answer that either, eyes drifting over slim shoulders, hidden under a gauzy layer of white tulle. She follows the wide collar, the long, dark curl that dances along her collarbone as she tilts her head back in a laugh. Fennec can't hear the sound from here but her heart twists all the same at the way the object of her curling stomach and fluttering heart looks when she's happy.
" Kriff," Boba mutters. "Just go talk to her already."
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.
Hello yes I'd like to hear more about queer chivalry in the context of Star Wars do you have any In Lesbians chivalry in your back pocket
OH BOY DO I!!!!
Let's start with Leia Organa, a princess but never a queen, a commander but not a fighter. She's royalty even with Alderaan gone, not because of who her parents were, but because of who she is. Leia is a princess because she's bound herself to her subjects, because she's claimed the rebellion as her own to live for and to die for. They are hers, and she is theirs, and that means she protects them—all of them—but it also means that there's one person she doesn't protect: herself.
Enter Luke, who is her brother without knowing it, her knight without meaning to, and who loves her, loves the rebellion, loves people because he doesn't know how not to. He can't do what she does—he can't stand back from the battle and make the hard decisions, the ones that get people killed either way—but he knows it needs to be done. He protects her, and she protects all of them, and... it works. They win.
The Emperor who was not their emperor, who never belonged to them the way Leia does, dies, and the Empire crumbles along with him because he only thought as far as his reign, he only cared what happened while he was still in power. The fight to be had needs diplomats, not generals, and Leia takes to her new role like she was born to it. (She was.)
Luke leaves, because the fighting is over and his duty is elsewhere, and Leia—she understands. She knows what it is to have a legacy resting on your shoulders, a responsibility you couldn't shake even if you wanted to. She sends him on his way with her favor, and gets down to work by herself.
(Han is there, and he's... nice. She loves him. But he's flighty and she's got a temper on her and she needs someone who isn't him, someone who can ground her, who can be her anchor, who can stand behind her in the shadows and be alright with it. Han isn't that.
They break up, and make up, and break up again, and somewhere along the line Leia realizes that it's never going to work, that he doesn't want to be what she needs, so she lets him go. She sends him on his way with her favor, and tries to be okay with it. (She's not okay with it.))
Leia works. She bargains and she pleads and occasionally she threatens, and somewhere along the way she stops just being the upstart princess of Alderaan and starts being a threat in her own right. Somewhere along the way, planets start realizing that there was a reason the Empire was scared of her, that there was a reason so many admirals cursed Tarkin for destroying Alderaan.
Somewhere along the way, someone sees Leia and thinks she needs to be gone.
The assassination attempts start, and Leia hires a bodyguard. And then another. And another. But the attempts keep coming, and then one of her bodyguards turns on her and she hasn't slept in weeks and she's falling apart and she calls Luke and—he doesn't come.
(He can't, she realizes later—he has an order on his back, has children to watch and train and protect, and he can't sacrifice their lives for hers—but in the moment, it just feels like a betrayal.)
He sends along a bounty hunter instead, calls her trustworthy and says she'll defend Leia with her own life, and Leia looks at Fennec Shand and wonders what favor Luke is cashing in to get this, wonders who Fennec owes her life to and why they're letting Leia collect on the debt, but she doesn't wonder for long.
Leia falls asleep, and for the first time in months she sleeps through the night. When she wakes up in the morning, Fennec is standing in the corner, watching her like she hasn't slept. (She hasn't.)
Fennec follows her from then on. She hires more guards, of course—she can't be everywhere at once—but she vets them thoroughly and threatens them more thoroughly and she's the only one ever alone with Leia.
Leia gets used to Fennec's presence behind her desk, at her back, at her shoulder. Gets used to waking up and seeing Fennec on the couch beside her.
She wants to ask, sometimes, why Fennec is there, what code of honor is binding to her to Leia when she could so easily leave. She wants to ask, too, why Fennec doesn't resent her for the late nights and early mornings, for sleeping on the couch so often her back must hurt, for having to be there because no one else could be.
She doesn't ask, though, and Fennec doesn't answer.
And then—things change. Not really, not seriously, not in any of the heavy, obvious ways. Leia is still Leia and the senate is still the senate and their small coalition is still their small coalition, slowly growing. No planets are destroyed, no one leaves, nothing happens.
But Leia wakes up one day and Fennec is standing in the corner, looking at her with quiet, dark eyes, and maybe they're a little less distant and formal than usual, and maybe they're not, but Leia suddenly wishes more than anything that she could give Fennec's life back to her, that she could unbind Fennec and let her live her life. (And maybe, just maybe, she wants to know what would happen if she could, if Fennec would come back, would stay, not out of obligation but out of devotion, out of— but she doesn't let herself think the rest of it.)
So she asks Fennec who she owes, asks Fennec what they did to keep her with Leia, and Fennec answers. Leia bids Fennec leave for the day, and Fennec—Fennec pauses on the way out, like she's not sure she should, (like, Leia's brain hopes, she's not sure she wants to) but she goes anyways.
Leia calls Boba Fett, and Boba Fett answers with a sigh, and then she's giving him her request, offering him what she can give, and his face is like beskar. He takes the deal, and he doesn't ask her why.
Fennec doesn't come back.
Leia waits for her to, hopes against hope, against reason, against sense that she will. She stays up, tries to turn her mind to work, but she keeps looking towards the door, keeps hoping that every noise she hears is Fennec come back to stay.
She goes to bed after all the moons are set, and when she wakes up the corner is empty and Fennec is gone.
Leia knows what it is to lose people, knows what it is to grieve, and this is not the same. This is worse, somehow, and better too, because Fennec is out there and she is alive and maybe she's even happy, and somewhere along the line that started mattering to Leia, somewhere along the line she started caring about that more than she cares about herself, but it's not enough—not really, not when it means Fennec doesn't love her back.
She throws herself into work, and forces herself to ignore every little sound, and one day, months later, she looks up and Fennec is in the room, quiet and dark and serious.
"Take me back," she says, low and rough, and it means nothing, Leia knows it means nothing, but whatever she can have of Fennec she will take.
Leia nods, and offers her a job, and like that things almost feel right, almost feel okay again.
Almost.
Because Leia wonders—she can't help not wondering—why it is that Fennec came back, what propelled her to come ask for a job like it was nothing, like she could get one anywhere and Leia was just the first place she looked. Leia wonders, and she tries not to, and she tries to be okay with it all, okay with what she can have, but Leia has spent her entire life trying to be content with whatever is left to her and she can't—not now.
"Why did you come back?" she asks, late one night when everyone else has gone to bed.
"You know why." Fennec is leaning against the wall, half in darkness, but there's no lie in her words and Leia wants to cry and beat her head against her desk.
"No," she says instead. "No, I don't."
Fennec pushes herself up from her lazy half-lean, and looks at Leia with eyes the space between stars, wide and wanting. "For you. I came back for you."
And—it might be enough, if Leia were someone else. It might be enough, even, in another life, if Leia were not a princess and a senator, if her duty weighed less heavy on her back.
She stands, and walks around her desk, walks over to Fennec where the shadows of the wall meet the light of her desk lamp, and stands facing her.
"I can't—give you everything," she says.
Fennec nods, like she knows—like she's always known, and never bothered to care.
Leia reaches her hand up to Fennec's cheek gently, not because she's afraid Fennec will run, but because she can't bear to be otherwise. Slowly, softly, she presses her lips to Fennec, and they both hear the words that don't have to be spoken. They both hear But I can give you this.
Fennec is used to being around people who don't need her protection, used to people around her that do dying before she gets the chance to learn their names, but there's something strange, she thinks, about Leia. Something strange about a princess and a politician who doesn't hire guards, who doesn't even have someone to watch her back.
She’s sharp, cutting and deadly—so dangerous Fennec is scared to touch her. But she has wide open weaknesses too, so unconsiously brazen that Fennec almost wants to take advantage, to slip a knife between her ribs and see how long it would take for her highness to notice.
She doesn't, though. She's smarter than that.
But other people aren't. Other people aren't, and Fennec is too slow, and she thinks she's about to watch Leia get gunned down when— Leia twists before she could have heard the blaster fire, and the shot goes wide. Within the space of a second, there's a knife at her attacker's throat and their blaster at her feet, and Fennec is looking at her and thinking Jedi. Then Leia looks up, burning with cold fury, and Fennec reconsiders: not quite.
“No,” Leia grouses as Fennec hands her a bag of frozen peas, which she unceremoniously eases onto her black eye with a grimace. “No, I didn’t.”
Luke, who is holding the offending baseball, hurriedly shoves it in his pocket, as if that will make either Leia or Fennec forget he was the one that threw it.
Fennec throws him an acid look, hand tightening on Leia’s shoulder, and he squirms. Typical.
“I really didn’t mean to—”
Fennec eyes him, still as stone and icy as frostbite. “I really don’t care.”
YOURE TAKING VAMP PROMPTS? HELLO? I want leiafen as old vamps who’ve been together for centuries, and the weird rhythms they’ve developed after knowing each other’s habits (dietary or otherwise) for so long
So this was supposed to be, like, two hundred words max. Suffice to say, it is not two hundred words max.
Fennec wakes up to the sound of Leia reheating a mug of blood in the microwave, the electric hum and crinkle of the bloodbag a backdrop to the light spilling through the bedroom door. Outside, the crickets and cicadas’ song lies heavy and humid in the dark summer air. The moon is gone, hidden behind a backdrop of deep clouds, black as the sky they obscure.
Fennec pushes herself out of the small bed, mattress creaking under her as her sock-covered feet hit the floor. They should probably get a new one soon, she thinks as it squeaks—a new mattress, not a new floor. She can't remember when they bought it, but she remembers a huge warehouse store, with muddy green walls and lots of yellow bedframes. The seventies, then, which means they're due for a new one.
For you, my lovely... a prompt: LeiaFen and "confessions at the wrong time"
[Give me a pairing and a word/phrase, and I'll write you a drabble]
Fennec opens her eyes, hands fisted in the bedsheets as she looks down to where Leia's fingers are deep within her. Like this, Leia looks like a religious experience, eyes closed with her lipstick smeared all around her mouth and Fennec's slick glistening on her lips.
Fennec doesn't even think before she says it—can't, not when she's aching like she hasn't in years, desperate for more, for Leia filling her, fucking her, leaving her marked with bruises up and down her back.
"I love you," she gasps, and with a shudder, comes.
