Star Wars: *AU* Dormé/Anakin 'Snow Wars'
Title: Snow Wars
Characters: Anakin/Dormé, Ferus/OC
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel
Ratings & Warnings: PG (mildly suggestive themes)
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
All of his life, Anakin had never been a fan of the winter seasons. In his opinion, it was cold, windy, and downright boring, that was until his friends Ferus, Synnove, and Dormé introduced the Tatooine native to concept known as snow wars. Those who were from worlds that boasted of the blustering cold it was a time of year where attentions turned to snow forts, snowball fights, snow beasts, and celebrations of light. For Anakin, it was entirely about the forts and the grandness of snowball battles. As part of the tradition, every year Ferus and Anakin would challenge Dormé and Synnove to games of capture the flag. They had yet to win a single battle against their wives, but it never stopped the young men from trying.
“Are you boys ready for your defeat?” Synnove called out as the two girls giggled from within the trenches that decorated their fort.
Anakin was about to pop his head up from their fort and shout back a retort when Ferus stopped him.
“Do you want to give them a head start?” his friend whispered in warning, reminding Anakin of their lovers unnaturally accurate aim.
“We’ll see about that!” Anakin shouted back from his hiding place while the two men began to make snowballs.
The young Jedi Knight had it all planned out, or so he believed. Their trenches were designed to contain caches of snowballs. The fort was buried under a hill of snow. Anakin, ever determined, even watered down the entrance to make it too slippery to enter. He was certain the girls wouldn’t be stealing the flag this time.
Ferus made the first shot. His snowball was set on the exposed flag that sat neatly on top of Dormé and Synnove’s snow fort. To their joy, it caught the flag’s post, causing it to topple over on its side. The two Jedi gave a loud cheer in joy and promptly did a boyish, secret handshake to mark their victory.
Suddenly, out of nowhere came two snowballs aimed straight for the two Jedi Knights. Ferus gave a shout of warning as he quickly dodged the attack. Anakin, however, wasn’t nearly as fortunate. One snowball caught him straight in the face, the other, square in the back of his head.
“Echuta-we! What the uragal was that?” he gasped as he frantically attempted to fire of a few shots of his own. Nevertheless, their attackers were well dug-in, leaving them completely invisible to the naked eye.
“Keep moving! If we stay here, we’ll be sitting droids!” Ferus gasped in urgent tones. Quickly folding the front of their cloaks up, the two young men began to frantically fill their makeshift pouches with snowballs. Once loaded with their arsenal, Ferus and Anakin quickly divided so as to begin their long and dangerous crawl to the girls’ fort. Carefully, Anakin made his way over their well-built trenches and into enemy territory. With a smirk, he took in his surroundings; it would seem they were going to make it without an attack after all!
However, his friend wasn’t so lucky. It wasn’t long after Anakin could hear Ferus sputtering out curses, along with the sound of snowballs being tossed. Torn between stealing the flag that now rested a short distance away and helping his friend, Anakin remained frozen in position.
“Hey there’s Anakin!” The sound of Synnove’s voice snapped the Tatooine native out of his thoughts.
Swiftly, he ducked just in time to miss a barrage of snowballs meant for him. Quickly, he came to Ferus’s rescue, all the while tossing snowballs in the direction of the two giggling women.
Had he been able to use the Force, Anakin wouldn’t have missed. But the rules of their battle stated that there would be no using the Force. As a result, only one of his many shots landed against Synnove’s back.
While Anakin and Ferus sought to evade Synnove while capturing her flag, Dormé was rapidly approaching the boy’s ice-coated fort.
Anakin took to the back trenches of the girls’ fort with the intent of making a sneak attack.
Ferus, however, approached from the front, his sights still on Synnove whose deadly aim gave her the upper-hand. Neither realized that Dormé wasn’t in the fort they were trying to conquer.
It wasn’t long before Ferus was being tackled by Synnove, who clearly believed they had won. With a smirk, Anakin left his friend alone as Ferus’s laughter and teasing revealed that he was enjoying every minute of it.
The chances of their victory now rested in Anakin’s hands and he wasn’t about to let it pass. The young knight swiftly collected the flag while resisting the urge to shout out in joy. Wherever Dormé was, Anakin didn’t want to alert her to his presence. Victory wouldn’t be assured until he found his way back to their fort.
“Just where do you think you’re going with that?” The musical accent of Dormé’s voice caused the Tatooine native to whirl around in shock.
“Oh iquicha! Where did you come from?” he gasped as he stared at the bundled up beauty before him. In her right hand, she held their flag while her left hand bounced a perfectly formed snowball. An impish smiled played on her freckled, rosy features, leaving Anakin torn between panic and desire.
“Uh Ferus? A little help here would be great!” Anakin called out, knowing all too well that they had lost…again.
“Sorry, Skywalker I think it’s too late for that,” Ferus said in sheepish tones from behind. Anakin’s friend looked both amused and embarrassed as he was held by a triumphant Synnove.
“Do you yield?” Dormé asked Anakin with a playful grin.
Not one to readily accept defeat, Anakin poked out his tongue and took off back to their fort with the girl’s flag in hand.
The young warrior didn’t get very far when he found himself being tackled to the ground by his beloved. In a valiant attempt to make his escape, Anakin went to grab the snowballs he dropped. But in doing so, he released his grip on the flag.
Ever agile, Dormé quickly grabbed it and was soon holding it out of reach.
“Hey! You little brat! I won it fair and square!” Anakin teased while attempting to grab it out of her grasp.
Dormé laughed in amusement as in a single, fluid movement, she had him pinned on his back in the snow. Poking out her tongue in the same fashion, she tossed the flag aside.
“All right, all right, you won!” Anakin said in mock frustration.
Dormé grinned as she leaned in so her lips were almost brushing against his own. “Does this mean I get to claim my prize?” she murmured, sending shivers down his spine.
Dormé lips soon met his own in a passionate kiss that took his breath away. Soon his hands were slipping around her petite waist as their kiss deepened.
It wasn’t long before Ferus, Synnove, their battle, and the cold snow caught between his cloak and his skin were entirely forgotten. As they eagerly made their way inside and to their bedchamber, only one coherent thought lingered in Anakin’s mind.
If this was the price paid for defeat, he would have to make sure he lost more often!
Characters: Anakin/Dormé, Ferus/OC
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel
Ratings & Warnings: PG (mildly suggestive themes)
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
All of his life, Anakin had never been a fan of the winter seasons. In his opinion, it was cold, windy, and downright boring, that was until his friends Ferus, Synnove, and Dormé introduced the Tatooine native to concept known as snow wars. Those who were from worlds that boasted of the blustering cold it was a time of year where attentions turned to snow forts, snowball fights, snow beasts, and celebrations of light. For Anakin, it was entirely about the forts and the grandness of snowball battles. As part of the tradition, every year Ferus and Anakin would challenge Dormé and Synnove to games of capture the flag. They had yet to win a single battle against their wives, but it never stopped the young men from trying.
“Are you boys ready for your defeat?” Synnove called out as the two girls giggled from within the trenches that decorated their fort.
Anakin was about to pop his head up from their fort and shout back a retort when Ferus stopped him.
“Do you want to give them a head start?” his friend whispered in warning, reminding Anakin of their lovers unnaturally accurate aim.
“We’ll see about that!” Anakin shouted back from his hiding place while the two men began to make snowballs.
The young Jedi Knight had it all planned out, or so he believed. Their trenches were designed to contain caches of snowballs. The fort was buried under a hill of snow. Anakin, ever determined, even watered down the entrance to make it too slippery to enter. He was certain the girls wouldn’t be stealing the flag this time.
Ferus made the first shot. His snowball was set on the exposed flag that sat neatly on top of Dormé and Synnove’s snow fort. To their joy, it caught the flag’s post, causing it to topple over on its side. The two Jedi gave a loud cheer in joy and promptly did a boyish, secret handshake to mark their victory.
Suddenly, out of nowhere came two snowballs aimed straight for the two Jedi Knights. Ferus gave a shout of warning as he quickly dodged the attack. Anakin, however, wasn’t nearly as fortunate. One snowball caught him straight in the face, the other, square in the back of his head.
“Echuta-we! What the uragal was that?” he gasped as he frantically attempted to fire of a few shots of his own. Nevertheless, their attackers were well dug-in, leaving them completely invisible to the naked eye.
“Keep moving! If we stay here, we’ll be sitting droids!” Ferus gasped in urgent tones. Quickly folding the front of their cloaks up, the two young men began to frantically fill their makeshift pouches with snowballs. Once loaded with their arsenal, Ferus and Anakin quickly divided so as to begin their long and dangerous crawl to the girls’ fort. Carefully, Anakin made his way over their well-built trenches and into enemy territory. With a smirk, he took in his surroundings; it would seem they were going to make it without an attack after all!
However, his friend wasn’t so lucky. It wasn’t long after Anakin could hear Ferus sputtering out curses, along with the sound of snowballs being tossed. Torn between stealing the flag that now rested a short distance away and helping his friend, Anakin remained frozen in position.
“Hey there’s Anakin!” The sound of Synnove’s voice snapped the Tatooine native out of his thoughts.
Swiftly, he ducked just in time to miss a barrage of snowballs meant for him. Quickly, he came to Ferus’s rescue, all the while tossing snowballs in the direction of the two giggling women.
Had he been able to use the Force, Anakin wouldn’t have missed. But the rules of their battle stated that there would be no using the Force. As a result, only one of his many shots landed against Synnove’s back.
While Anakin and Ferus sought to evade Synnove while capturing her flag, Dormé was rapidly approaching the boy’s ice-coated fort.
Anakin took to the back trenches of the girls’ fort with the intent of making a sneak attack.
Ferus, however, approached from the front, his sights still on Synnove whose deadly aim gave her the upper-hand. Neither realized that Dormé wasn’t in the fort they were trying to conquer.
It wasn’t long before Ferus was being tackled by Synnove, who clearly believed they had won. With a smirk, Anakin left his friend alone as Ferus’s laughter and teasing revealed that he was enjoying every minute of it.
The chances of their victory now rested in Anakin’s hands and he wasn’t about to let it pass. The young knight swiftly collected the flag while resisting the urge to shout out in joy. Wherever Dormé was, Anakin didn’t want to alert her to his presence. Victory wouldn’t be assured until he found his way back to their fort.
“Just where do you think you’re going with that?” The musical accent of Dormé’s voice caused the Tatooine native to whirl around in shock.
“Oh iquicha! Where did you come from?” he gasped as he stared at the bundled up beauty before him. In her right hand, she held their flag while her left hand bounced a perfectly formed snowball. An impish smiled played on her freckled, rosy features, leaving Anakin torn between panic and desire.
“Uh Ferus? A little help here would be great!” Anakin called out, knowing all too well that they had lost…again.
“Sorry, Skywalker I think it’s too late for that,” Ferus said in sheepish tones from behind. Anakin’s friend looked both amused and embarrassed as he was held by a triumphant Synnove.
“Do you yield?” Dormé asked Anakin with a playful grin.
Not one to readily accept defeat, Anakin poked out his tongue and took off back to their fort with the girl’s flag in hand.
The young warrior didn’t get very far when he found himself being tackled to the ground by his beloved. In a valiant attempt to make his escape, Anakin went to grab the snowballs he dropped. But in doing so, he released his grip on the flag.
Ever agile, Dormé quickly grabbed it and was soon holding it out of reach.
“Hey! You little brat! I won it fair and square!” Anakin teased while attempting to grab it out of her grasp.
Dormé laughed in amusement as in a single, fluid movement, she had him pinned on his back in the snow. Poking out her tongue in the same fashion, she tossed the flag aside.
“All right, all right, you won!” Anakin said in mock frustration.
Dormé grinned as she leaned in so her lips were almost brushing against his own. “Does this mean I get to claim my prize?” she murmured, sending shivers down his spine.
Dormé lips soon met his own in a passionate kiss that took his breath away. Soon his hands were slipping around her petite waist as their kiss deepened.
It wasn’t long before Ferus, Synnove, their battle, and the cold snow caught between his cloak and his skin were entirely forgotten. As they eagerly made their way inside and to their bedchamber, only one coherent thought lingered in Anakin’s mind.
If this was the price paid for defeat, he would have to make sure he lost more often!