Rapunzel AU
PROMPT: A fairy tale or Rapunzel themed AU.
"I need to talk to you."
Jango lowered the bowcaster he was fine-tuning, and looked up at his son. He looked...rattled. And Boba was never rattled. He had the coolest head and steadiest hand of any of the Mando'ade, a fact Jango was very proud of.
But his son stared back at him now, with tension in his shoulders and one hand gripping the hilt of his beskad. Jango laid down the bow, and rose without a word. It was hard to get privacy in the Mandalorian encampment, so when privacy was desired, they had a place they went. A small clearing a short walk from the camp, near a babbling stream.
"What's going on?"
His son grimaced, and looked away, and even though he was a grown man, Jango could only see the little boy he'd once been.
"Boba. What did you do?"
"Remember the conversation we had several months ago? About the girl in the tower?"
"Yes, I remember it." Jango folded his arms over his chest. "Have you been talking to her again?"
"...Yes."
Jango sighed. "You can't let Fenn Shysa fill your head with talk about the Rebellion. That girl is auretti, and more importantly, she's the Emperor's prisoner. If you're seen talking to her, we'll have Imps crawling up our shebs."
"No one saw me. I made sure of it."
"Then let her be. You're not doing her any favors either." Jango took a step closer to his son and laid a hand on his shoulder. "I've heard she's very beautiful. And very intelligent. But there are lots of beautiful and intelligent Mando girls. Find one. Make me some grandkids."
"You want grandkids?" His son seemed bemused by this. "Now?"
"These are dark times, I know. But when I left Dooku's service I did it for one reason and one reason alone. I did it for you. I realized that there's only one thing worth fighting for in this shit galaxy, and that's family."
"But it wasn't easy to leave," Boba noted. "I've heard the stories."
"No. Haar'chak, no. But it was worth it. To see you grow up here, with our people. To see the man you've become." His hand tightened on his son's shoulder and then he released it. "I'm very proud of you. You know that, right?"
"I know that," Boba agreed. He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "And I need you to remember that. Remember how I've always listened to you and never gone against you, even when I disagreed."
A twig snapped, not from the direction of the camp but from the other side of the babbling stream. Jango's hand went immediately to his beskad, but his son grasped his arm, his grip strong. Jango looked at him in confusion, and then followed his gaze to the creek bank. A woman was standing there now. A short, slim little thing with chopped off hair and clothes that were obviously borrowed from someone who was a different size.
She had her hands clasped in front of her, and Jango could see by the curve of her belly that she was pregnant.
"Dad," Boba said carefully, "this is Leia Skywalker."
Haar'chak.
