We Are Lost Stars (trying to light up the dark)
So, as i said before, the post war/fluff is slowly becoming an ongoing thing since i love talking about domestic scenarios.
This one took almost three weeks to finish and being non native english speaker (and checking with my beta) was making it pretty much hard, but i’m always up for a challenge and i love telling stories…
For this one i have two people to thank, first of all @plexflexico that encourages me to write more no matter the lenght and to be more sure and proud of my works, you’ re a godsend and i love you. Second is @jedi-mando who checked my work in the end, thank you truly.
So, here were, finally some Fox post war fluff, hope you enjoy it!
pairing: Commander Fox x reader
words: 4k+ (so mostly under the cut)
prompt: slow mornings and domestic feels
warnings: almost none, maybe mentions of missing persons, mental abuse and anxiety, but it’s little, pregnancy, insomnia.
past-present story, flashbacks are in italic, thoughts/considerations are in bold
“Hey sleepyhead, time to wake up…it’s getting late,“ you softly whispered in your husband’s ear.
He just groaned back, turning around to the opposite side.
"Alright then, I’ll tell Chancellor Amidala that you won’t be showing up for work today” was your reply as you began to move away from him… “and… coffee is on the nightstand, as usual” you then added, as you turned your back on him.
As you were about to head right back to the kitchen, you heard him, or thought so, because his words were muffled by the pillows.
“Huh? Did you just say something…?” you offered, teasing him slightly.
“I said… don’t…” he replied to you, at last, his eyes still closed however he was waking up slowly.
“By the way, breakfast is almost ready, you better get up now if you still wanna eat something…” you added before walking out of the room.
This was what happened almost every morning for the past year and a half, as soon as all battalions were dismissed and Fox was reassigned to the new Chancellor, with proper pay and a house, you soon learned that he loved to sleep and on his day off he didn’t even get out of bed at all.
During the war he was constantly nervous and stressed, always paying attention to the smallest detail, and highly controlling, so when you first met him your first impression wasn’t so good, to begin with.