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Could you write... Jar Jar Binks x reader domestic fluff..... I 🩷 My ugly husband...
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The apartment on Naboo was quiet for once. No senators arguing in the halls. No emergency meetings. No near death experiences involving Jedi, Sith, or exploding spacecraft. Just rain tapping softly against the balcony windows and the smell of something slightly burnt coming from the kitchen. You looked up from the couch slowly.
“Jar Jar…”
From the kitchen came a loud CLANG followed by: “MEESA FIXIN’ IT!” You sighed, already smiling. A moment later, Jar Jar emerged carrying a tray with the most uneven stack of pancakes you had ever seen in your life. One was suspiciously blue. Another had somehow folded in half. And yet he looked so proud of himself. His long ears twitched happily as he carefully shuffled toward the couch. “Breakfast for da most bootiful person in da galaxy,” he announced proudly. You took the tray before he could accidentally drop it.
“Aw, you made these for me?” “Yousa been workin’ too hard,” he said, plopping down beside you with a dramatic sigh. “Meesa wanted to do somethin’ nice.” You looked over at him. Really looked at him. People underestimated Jar Jar constantly. They saw clumsy. Loud. Strange. But you saw the way he always remembered how you took your caf. The way he tucked blankets around you when you fell asleep accidentally on the couch. The way he talked to strangers like they mattered. You saw someone gentle. You broke off a piece of pancake and took a bite. “…This is terrible.” Jar Jar gasped dramatically, hand over his chest.
“DESA BETRAYAL!”
You burst out laughing as he lunged toward you, nearly knocking both of you sideways into the couch cushions. “Okay, okay maybe not terrible" “Too late!” he declared. “Meesa very wounded now.” "Oh no, however will you recover?” Jar Jar thought very seriously for a moment. "…Kisses?” You snorted.
“Convenient diagnosis.” “Very serious condition.” Still laughing softly, you leaned forward and kissed him.
Jar Jar melted immediately, all dramatic whining forgotten as his arms wrapped around you carefully, gently, like holding you was something precious. Outside, thunder rolled across Naboo. Inside, warm lights glowed against the rain-streaked windows while the pancakes slowly went cold on the coffee table. Neither of you cared much. “Meesa lovin’ you,” Jar Jar murmured sleepily against your shoulder. You smiled into the top of his head. “I love you too, you disaster.”
