For the prompts, could I interest you in a Boba/Leia Regency era AU? :3c The lady being of a higher class would be an interesting angle
Believe it or not I did a Pride & Prejudice Proposal AU with Leia as Darcy but then I got thinking about Leia as a sort of Bridgerton-style duchess in need of a spouse and an heir and I wrote this and accidentally threw some supernatural elements into it so IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT IT AMUSES ME.
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“Must I do this?”
“You asked me to find you a wife,” his father reminded him.
Boba Fett kept his voice low, mindful that Prince Bail stood nearby. “Somehow I didn’t consider that I might find myself put out to stud for a duchess.”
“That’s not-”
“Is it not? Tell me again why a lady of the court who stands to inherit a fortune wants to marry the son of a horse breeder apart from the fact that his father has eleven sons.”
“Talk to her,” Jango insisted, grasping his shoulders and turning him towards the orchard.
His betrothed waited for him, a slight, solitary figure in the midst of the blossoming pear trees. Duchess Leia Amidala Skywalker, the heir to her deceased mother’s fortune and the ward of Prince Bail Organa and his wife, Lady Breha. She was twenty-three, beautiful and wealthy and the fact that hadn’t succumbed to some nobleman’s charms by now made Boba more suspicious than flattered.
If Jango had been born into a noble family he would likely be Master of the Horse for the king, but even that wouldn’t have put his third-born son on the same level as a duchess.
“Mr. Fett.” She spoke first, with a marginal dip of her chin as she extended her hand.
“Duchess.” He could hardly bow over her hand in these clothes. The prince had provided them. His younger brothers had laughed until they wept before Jango chased them off with threats to make them muck out the stables until sundown.
“It’s not that bad,” Cody offered.
“We do these things for the ladies,” Rex said with the preening wisdom of a newlywed. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Shall we walk?” The duchess couldn’t even make it sound like a question. It was a command. Boba offered his arm and cursed his fate.
“People describe you as a practical man, Mr. Fett.” She glanced up at him. “Would you say that’s an accurate portrayal of your character?”
“I would.”
“People often describe me as ‘particular.’ They say I have a very fixed view of what I want.”
He could feel the tension in her small hand even through his greatcoat. “And you want to be married.”
“Not in the least,” she responded quickly. “But I must be married to gain full control of my estate. And to keep that control I must have an heir.”
It was a relief that he was not expected to dance around the topic. Boba was never much of a dancer. “I am aware of my responsibility.”
Her discomfort was clear, but she did not pause. “That is what I wish to discuss. I do not actually wish to have children.”
“You said-”
“I cannot say so openly, because there would be all but open warfare among my relations to determine who would inherit the estate if I remain childless. Lord Palpatine, for example, would like nothing better than to add my lands to his.”
It was well known that Palpatine mistreated and starved his tenets for his own gain. Boba thought better of her for her intention to thwart him. “Who would you see inherit it, if not your son?”
She didn’t answer him. Her eyes dropped to the tall grass they walked in and for a few seconds there was only the noise of the footsteps and the buzzing of the honey bees. “There is a condition in my bloodline,” she said at last, quietly. “Some call it magic. Others, madness. It’s why my brother was sent away and it afflicted our father as well.”
“It affects only the men of your line?”
“Or perhaps it is more visible in the men.” She stopped walking and withdrew her arm. “By royal decree, my brother cannot inherit. But he is not mad. We correspond in secret.”
“You want your brother to be reinstated.”
“And I am fixed in what I want.” She took a deep breath. “If you will aid me in keeping up appearances, I will be a generous wife. You will have an annual sum to squander as you please, and if you want for company, I shall say nothing of any discrete alliances. I only ask that you not presume for yourself a place in my bed.”
Already she was far more interesting than he ever imagined, and Boba could also appreciate her skill in negotiation. She held all the cards save one, the rights to her body in the legal contract of marriage, so she sought instead to pacify him with money and dalliances.
“My father once had a young stallion,” he said, reaching up above her head to break a twig from a pear tree. “A careless groom left the latch to his padlock open and he got into the mare’s enclosure. He picked a mare and tried to mount her, but the mare wasn’t in heat.” As he spoke he stripped the smaller buds and sprouts from the twig. “She so savaged him that the stallion had to be put down. And the groom who left the gate unlatched, my father took him to Brightview pier and let him go.”
The duchesses’ brows drew together. “He took him to the lake to dismiss him?”
“No, he held him off the pier and let him go. The man couldn’t swim, but lucky for him it was a dry summer and the water wasn’t so deep. He was also dismissed,” Boba added, bending the green twig into a loose knot.
“I...I have heard that the Fetts have their own way of doing business.”
“The point is, I know well enough when a woman wants me and when she doesn’t. Unless you bid me directly to come to your bed and lay with you I will never presume otherwise.” He took her hand and placed the knotted twig in it, closing her gloved fingers over it. “It’s a tradition my brothers and I have. When you make a promise, you give the other person something to remember it by.”
As soon as he released her hand she opened it and looked down at the knotted twig resting on her palm. Her hand closed over it and she raised her eyes to his, a rosy hue in her cheeks. “I would never have thought so,” she admitted. “But at this moment I feel that such an invitation is not outside the realm of possibility.”
Her amazement was no less than his. He now craved that invitation. He wanted this determined little duchess to want him. “I will wait on your word. And there are acts we might engage in that wouldn’t result in children.” If she were willing and they weren’t so well chaperoned he might be tempted toward such acts now.
“I am not entirely uninformed of this,” she responded, dropping her eyes. “And I am...encouraged that we are of one mind.” She made a visible attempt to compose herself, straightening her skirts and tucking the knotted twig into her sash. “I suppose we should inform your father and the prince that the marriage plans may proceed.”
Boba offered his arm again, and this time her grip was firm as she took it. Almost proprietary. “As my lady wishes.”
akdhfkgjgjdhfh my problematic fave! sorry @countessofbiscuit spacey hit my inbox first
favorite thing about them:
he is dad material. he is self-selected dad material. i have no love for children but goddamn it i have 2.5 million years of hominin evolution screaming down my neck to jump on that before it gets away.
least favorite thing about them:
ngl, i'm not keen on his EU comics backstory. i mean i've seen some very good fandom takes on his being mand'alor, takes i can support, takes that make good sense, even! but to me it just smacks of lazy storytelling and a lack of creativity/imagination on the part of the original writers
favorite line:
that one time he twirled his blaster into its holster. yeah.
brOTP:
jango&zam wesell. i feel like they get stoned together on the top of tipoca city or smth.
OTP:
jango/caf. alternately jango&boba, bc he's 100% the best dad ever. also jango/reluctantly accepting his culpability in making a slave army. on a slightly lesser note, jango/shmi, because my friends write good.
nOTP:
jango/cad bane. i saw a lot of it when i ran the kink blog, and i just. i just can't.
random headcanon:
he's ace. hardly a new idea, but i'm attached to it.
unpopular opinion:
jango was never mand'alor. maybe a soldier who got in deeper shit than he meant and pissed off some powerful people, maybe a victim of the attempted genocide the kryzes put down, maybe even a slave. honestly, i haven't decided. but he wasn't mand'alor. it's so... boring fanboy power fantasy.
song i associate with them:
i put my music on shuffle again, and the second song that came up was none other than "jango's escape" from the AOTC soundtrack. who am i to question the will of the universe.
For our very first Fandom Friday, I’d like to highlight the one and only @spaceyquill, a writer who joined the Rexsoka fam in 2014 under the pen-name Nyakai. Spacey’s writing is a beautiful blend of exquisite descriptive voice and absolutely on-point humor. She pairs hilarious antics of the army (poor, long-suffering Rex) with poignant moments of romance and deep friendship.
Her first work featuring Rexsoka is the achingly sweet Littl’un, which follows the growth of Rex and Ahsoka’s relationship from the very beginnings of their assignment together, through the heartache and turmoil of the war, to their own hopeful beginning as something more.
Beyond Littl'un, spacey has been a prolific writer of all things Star Wars, many of them for the Rexsoka fandom, including:
—Good to Belong
—On the way to Kuat
—and dozens of other not-specifically named ficlets, answered prompts, and AUs (feudal Japan rexsoka, anyone? Fake-to-real married? Sadness? Fluff? All the good things in a fic reader’s life?)
Read them all! Spaceyquill has her work archived on tumblr, AO3, and ffn. She’s also an active blogger here on tumblr and curates her own Rexsoka blog at orangejaigeyes.tumblr.com.
Fuck: Dengar. His accent is kinda hot in TCW. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Marry: My girl Asajj. We’d be kicking the asses of fuckboys everywhere. Collecting their bounties is a bonus.
Get Drunk With: Ziro. Though I’d probably ditch him to hang out with Sy Snootles while we badmouth him. But then I’d feel bad and invite him over so we could all drink together. x3
Freaky Friday - Likelihood - Moderately high! It’s a fun trope, if a bit silly, and I’m fond of it. What Characters - Offhand the more different the characters the better. Ezra and Zeb swapping places, or 5th Brother & 7th Sister swapping with Kanan and Ezra. (Hmm.. 5th in Ezra’s body and 7th in Kanan’s for sure.) Rule 50 - ... I’ve actually done a lot of drawer-fic never to see the light of day with this. How likely am I to ever publish it? Dunno. What Characters - I have strong but unvoiced opinions on what species/occupation the Avengers would all be in the Star Wars universe.
Fuck: Jesse - he seems like he would be a lot of fun in bed. Probably bc of that attitude and sense of humor
Marry: Kix bc he’s so sweet and caring and wonderful and I wouldn’t mind dedicating the rest of my life to protecting hm
Kill Adopt: Hardcase (sorry I can’t do it I can’t kill him), though more likely he would adopt me rather than the other way around. Hardcase’s little sis x3
