Star Wars 'Pillowfight' *Dormekin fic/art*
Title: The Pillowfight
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin, Dormé, OC
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel for beta reading this for me =D
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Of course I own none of this. Though I truly wished I did >;)
Author‘s notes: This tale/art is my Christmas gift to cariel ♥
Eager to wake him up so as to give him the gifts she got him Dormé attempted to wake him by tickling his neck with the longer strands of his hair. It was to no avail. Even when she tried to gently wake him up with kisses and speaking his name Anakin remained unresponsive.
Stirring from dreams a semi-conscious Anakin could have sworn he heard the sound Dormé giggling. He couldn’t imagine what was so amusing and for the moment didn’t really care. With a snort he sleepily turned over and was soon dreaming of his beautiful, freckled wife once more.
Today was their anniversary or as they titled it their birthday. Neither was aware of their actual day of birth and so they chose the day they met-the day their lives truly began- as their sacred day.
However Anakin was too lost to dreams to register much else save the images of his beloved that filled his mind.
Though neither was considered a morning person they promised they would wake up early so as to exchange gifts and more importantly to begin celebrations early. While Dormé was able to wake up on time, it was clear that Anakin wasn’t having such an easy time of it.
Not one to easily accept defeat the petite beauty found another way to wake up her beloved. With deft fingers she began to tickle his sides as an impish grin played on her freckled features.
In dreams Anakin imagined they were playing with their children in the gardens that decorated their backyard. As they pummelled and tackled him their little fingers began to tickle their daddy causing him to snicker and then burst into laughter.
Snickering in his rest Anakin tossed about attempting to push off his playful wife while murmuring their children’s names. It was only when she found his ultra-ticklish spot -the region just above his belly-button did Anakin shriek so loudly in laughter that he woke himself up.
Stunned he stared up at his beloved who was giggling in amusement. Her expression was impish and playful leaving Anakin wishing he could make her red tank top and matching star-ship boxers -originally his but rolled over many times over so as to fit her petite waist- disappear.
Almost as soon as the thought entered his mind another took its place. With an impish grin of his own Anakin swiftly grabbed one of their crimson coloured pillows and bopped her side with it as he burst into laughter. Quickly his beloved grabbed one of her own and playfully swatted him on the head with it.
Soon the young parents were playfully grabbing pillows and attacking one another with them as the sound of their laughter and teasing filled their small home.
It wasn’t long after that their children awoke to the joyful emotions of their parents and the sound of their laughter. Crawling out of their beds Aené, Laic and Runa sought out Ama and Daddy curious to know what fun they were up to and wanting to join in.
Upon entering their parents master bed chambers the younglings could only stare in stunned amusement as their Ama and Daddy continued their pillow battle as though they were two children themselves.
As Anakin went to make his victory attack his foot caught on one of the bed sheets. As his arms went to swing the pillows at Dormé’s shoulder and head Anakin went sprawling forward. With a shout of shock he send the pillows flying up in the air as he collapsed face first onto the edge of the bed.
The sound of their children’s laughter alerted Anakin to the fact that they weren’t alone. With a wry grin he watched their children who were now collecting the pillows he had sent flying onto the floor. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before their children would be joining him.
Still laughing Dormé helped him into a sitting position. Anakin was soon snickering as he gave his beloved a mock serious expression.
“I planned that you know---to get the kids involved!” he said unable to resist a grin. She grinned impishly as she stole a kiss before bopping his shoulder with her pillow.
“I’m sure you did,” she replied with a playful grin, before bursting out into laughter as their children began to pummel them with pillows. Soon Anakin was unleashing a secret weapon his own--the Skywalker tickle attack.
Though the day would be filled with festivities, presents, good food and even better company, it would be this moment that Anakin would forever cherish in his heart. For the young father there was no greater gift in his universe than the love and joy of his family.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin, Dormé, OC
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel for beta reading this for me =D
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Of course I own none of this. Though I truly wished I did >;)
Author‘s notes: This tale/art is my Christmas gift to cariel ♥
Eager to wake him up so as to give him the gifts she got him Dormé attempted to wake him by tickling his neck with the longer strands of his hair. It was to no avail. Even when she tried to gently wake him up with kisses and speaking his name Anakin remained unresponsive.
Stirring from dreams a semi-conscious Anakin could have sworn he heard the sound Dormé giggling. He couldn’t imagine what was so amusing and for the moment didn’t really care. With a snort he sleepily turned over and was soon dreaming of his beautiful, freckled wife once more.
Today was their anniversary or as they titled it their birthday. Neither was aware of their actual day of birth and so they chose the day they met-the day their lives truly began- as their sacred day.
However Anakin was too lost to dreams to register much else save the images of his beloved that filled his mind.
Though neither was considered a morning person they promised they would wake up early so as to exchange gifts and more importantly to begin celebrations early. While Dormé was able to wake up on time, it was clear that Anakin wasn’t having such an easy time of it.
Not one to easily accept defeat the petite beauty found another way to wake up her beloved. With deft fingers she began to tickle his sides as an impish grin played on her freckled features.
In dreams Anakin imagined they were playing with their children in the gardens that decorated their backyard. As they pummelled and tackled him their little fingers began to tickle their daddy causing him to snicker and then burst into laughter.
Snickering in his rest Anakin tossed about attempting to push off his playful wife while murmuring their children’s names. It was only when she found his ultra-ticklish spot -the region just above his belly-button did Anakin shriek so loudly in laughter that he woke himself up.
Stunned he stared up at his beloved who was giggling in amusement. Her expression was impish and playful leaving Anakin wishing he could make her red tank top and matching star-ship boxers -originally his but rolled over many times over so as to fit her petite waist- disappear.
Almost as soon as the thought entered his mind another took its place. With an impish grin of his own Anakin swiftly grabbed one of their crimson coloured pillows and bopped her side with it as he burst into laughter. Quickly his beloved grabbed one of her own and playfully swatted him on the head with it.
Soon the young parents were playfully grabbing pillows and attacking one another with them as the sound of their laughter and teasing filled their small home.
It wasn’t long after that their children awoke to the joyful emotions of their parents and the sound of their laughter. Crawling out of their beds Aené, Laic and Runa sought out Ama and Daddy curious to know what fun they were up to and wanting to join in.
Upon entering their parents master bed chambers the younglings could only stare in stunned amusement as their Ama and Daddy continued their pillow battle as though they were two children themselves.
As Anakin went to make his victory attack his foot caught on one of the bed sheets. As his arms went to swing the pillows at Dormé’s shoulder and head Anakin went sprawling forward. With a shout of shock he send the pillows flying up in the air as he collapsed face first onto the edge of the bed.
The sound of their children’s laughter alerted Anakin to the fact that they weren’t alone. With a wry grin he watched their children who were now collecting the pillows he had sent flying onto the floor. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before their children would be joining him.
Still laughing Dormé helped him into a sitting position. Anakin was soon snickering as he gave his beloved a mock serious expression.
“I planned that you know---to get the kids involved!” he said unable to resist a grin. She grinned impishly as she stole a kiss before bopping his shoulder with her pillow.
“I’m sure you did,” she replied with a playful grin, before bursting out into laughter as their children began to pummel them with pillows. Soon Anakin was unleashing a secret weapon his own--the Skywalker tickle attack.
Though the day would be filled with festivities, presents, good food and even better company, it would be this moment that Anakin would forever cherish in his heart. For the young father there was no greater gift in his universe than the love and joy of his family.