Considering the fact Dooku was briefly a vampire, DooWalker vampire AU.
“This is not as funny as you seem to think it is, Qui-Gon.”
Dooku licked over his lips, which he’d bitten bloody again, but that didn’t keep his son from laughing at him. He should have told Qui-Gon to stay home with his brood, instead of inviting them over so shortly after his accident.
“Nope, I think this is positively hilarious,” Qui-Gon replied. “You live in an old castle, and are a Count. You fit the vampire aesthetic perfectly and now you actually are one.”
“Need I remind you that you are to inherit my title when I die?”
“If you ever die, Count Dracula.”
Glaring at Qui-Gon was a futuile endeavor as his son only grinned as if he were fourteen and not forty.
“Which reminds me, did you tell Anakin yet that somebody turned you?”
No, Dooku had not.
Anakin had been pleading to turn Dooku for decades now, but he’d been quite satisfied as a mere human. The dhampir hadn’t taken that well on a good day, but they’d arranged themselves around it.
Needless to say, Anakin would be happy to see he’d won the argument for as long as it took him to realize somebody had attacked his partner.
“Thought so.” Qui-Gon nodded thoughtfully. “Say, since Anakin still ages, albeit slowly, how many centuries will it take until this doesn’t look like a May-December relationship-”
So on Discord, I was discussing about CountDisaster (Dooku x Anakin) time travel. Which diverged (I am proud to say it was because of me) into a talk of a three person ship of Obi-Wan x Anakin x Dooku, which I called CountDisaster2 (pronounced CountDisaster Squared). As in a Count and two Disasters.
Hello! I know that you haven’t been updating the CountDisaster fic recently, but I though you might like an idea that I had:
Since you established that Anakin and Dooku raised Qui-gin together, that means they get to be grandparents to all his padawans, right? Then I though about Feemor and Xanatos, and I remembered how Xanatos was a bit of a classist shit, who thought that being the son of a farmer was an insult.
Then I had a thought about Grandpa Anakin, known as a ridiculously powerful Force User and a Top Duellist, hearing that bit, and just turning to Xanatos all: “Where, exactly, do you think I come from? What I wouldn’t have *given* to be so high as a Farmer.” And just shuts that part of Xanatos right down, inadvertently helping keep him from thinking his dad is the greatest person ever by virtue of being nobility and tumbling into the dark.
That is all. I might wind up trying to write it at some point (write the fics I want to see and all that!) but I wanted to shout about it first. :)
I absolutely LOVE this idea!!! It’s perfect.
Honestly, I was thinking of tossing Xanatos at Anakin as his Padawan. Anakin probably doesn’t know of Qui-Gon’s other Padawans so it wouldn’t occur to him not to train the little brat (and he’s still on the fence about Obi-Wan). But in any case, Anakin would shut that down really quickly.
So yes!!! If you end up writing it, please tag me! I’d be hyped to see what you come up with!
Summary: Qui-Gon is scared of thunderstorms, his Master isn’t even on Coruscant and he really, really needs to sleep. More of that Anakin/Dooku time travel thing you can also read on AO3!
Qui-Gon was the Padawan of Knight Dooku and he was one of the best duelists of his age group. He had been younger than average when he was picked and ever since he had done his very best to act as his Master expected him to. He studied and listened to his Master and would soon grow up to be the best Knight ever and he was not scared of any stupid thunderstorms.
CRACK.
Qui-Gon winced as the thunder rolled over the sky.
He didn’t mind thunder and lightning, he actually thought they were very cool, he just hadn’t been sleeping well in the past week, or much at all. His dreams were haunted by nightmares and Qui-Gon would lay awake in bed, fighting the urge to search for his comm and message his Master. Dooku would certainly be annoyed to get bothered just because Qui-Gon had been having bad dreams. He needed to let go of them, but he just couldn’t. This was the first time his Master was away since Qui-Gon had become his apprentice. The mission was important, but too dangerous for Padawans, and Qui-Gon had to stay behind at the temple. He understood it, he just didn’t like it.
It shouldn’t bother him.
His days hadn’t even changed so much from his times as an Initiate, except he had opted out of returning to the dorms for the week and slept in his room in his new quarters. Qui-Gon hadn’t even made a mess of anything. He ate in the cafeteria and only used the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea before bed and then he attempted to sleep when it was his bedtime. When Dooku’s mission was over, he’d hear not a single complaint about Qui-Gon and he would praise him and-
CRACK.
He hated the storm. Hated it. He wanted Dooku to come home just so there would be someone else in the silent quarters. Perhaps, Qui-Gon thought, it would be enough already if he snuck into his Master’s room and slept there. Dooku wouldn’t know and there would be no proof that Qui-Gon had acted so childishly.
Grabbing his blanket and pillow, Qui-Gon crawled out of his bed and walked towards the door of his room, dragging his bedding with him across the floor. He opened the door and was halfway into the living room when he saw a shadow move.
Frozen still, Qui-Gon watched as the shadow twisted, becoming larger, taking shape-
“Qui-Gon?” a familiar voice rang out.
All his fears melted away within the second. “Master Ani!”
Anakin moved and there was another crash. He cursed in words Qui-Gon wouldn’t even dare think to repeat in front of another Master and soon after the light was on. He must have been searching for the light switch. Qui-Gon didn’t know why he was so surprised to see the other Jedi in sleeping clothes, but somehow he was. He was wearing a gray shirt that looked just a little too big and comfortable pants. The long hair that was usually tied back fell just past his shoulders and he looked just about as awful as Qui-Gon felt.
“What are you doing here?” Qui-Gon asked.
“I could ask you the same,” Anakin replied. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
“Well, yes.”
Qui-Gon felt like he needed to defend himself, but he knew better than to try to make up a lie. He was holding onto his sleeping things, there was no hiding that. “I was just…”
Lightning struck once more and Qui-Gon jerked once more.
Qui-Gon bit his lip and then, eventually, slowly shook his head. “No, I keep having nightmares about my Master getting hurt or dying.”
The world turned a little blurry and Qui-Gon didn’t want to start crying now. It was so stupid but his nightmares were awful and Qui-Gon just wanted to know that his Master was safe.
“Oh, hey, no crying, kiddo, everything’s alright.”
Anakin quickly walked over to Qui-Gon and crouched down in front of him. He put his metallic hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder while wiping his tears away with the other. “Dooku’s alright, I promise.”
“But how do you know?”
Anakin smiled and Qui-Gon thought it looked almost a little sad when it was meant to be encouraging.
“I feel it. We are all connected by the Force. You just need to learn how to reach out so far.”
Anakin made it sound so simple but Qui-Gon knew that it couldn’t be just that. You had to be strong in the Force and have great control and an even better understanding of the Force and no matter how long he’d studied, it wouldn’t stop the storm or the loneliness he felt now. He didn’t say a word, but his thoughts must have shown because Anakin stood up and grabbed Qui-Gon’s blanket from him.
“I’ll teach you how to do that sometime later,” Anakin said. “Now, come. Bedtime.”
And with that Anakin headed towards Dooku’s bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Qui-Gon asked as he hurried after Anakin, turning off the light when he walked past the switch.
“We are going to sleep and since I was planning on spending the night here anyway, might as well share a bed right? I always sleep better with people around.”
Anakin said it so casually as he threw back Dooku’s own blanket and put Qui-Gon’s right next to it. He then crawled under the blanket and stared expectantly at Qui-Gon. “There’s enough space here for you.”
Qui-Gon stood at the foot of the bed for another minute, then he put his pillow next to Anakin’s and crawled under his blanket as well. His Master’s bed smelled just a bit like him, it was a bigger comfort than he had expected.
“Good night, Qui-Gon,” Anakin said and yawned.
“Good night, Anakin.”
Outside, the rain kept falling, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, but here, inside, listening to Anakin’s steady breaths, Qui-Gon felt quite safe, all worries melting away.
He didn’t even think to ask Anakin what he was doing here, not until morning when he found himself waking up nuzzled into Anakin’s chest, under Anakin’s blanket, while his own Master’s back was turned to the both of them
Thanks to the wholesome gang countdisaster edition [3/?]
DooWalker, Title: Scooby Dooby DooWalker
Summary:
“You’re gone,” Dooku told the specter of his love. “You died in my arms when your counterpart was born.”
Anakin’s ghost smiled sadly and reached out, but his hand passed right through Dooku’s.
CountDisaster, If you have to do it, do it well @primeemeraldheiress
Summary:
“I roll to seduce the Sith Lord.” Obi-Wan gave Anakin a blank stare, but not even that was enough to discourage him.
“Fine,” Obi-Wan replied. “But if your roll ruins my campaign, I’m not DM’ing anymore.”
Or, Star Wars as an rpg and Obi-Wan hates the fact that Anakin couldn’t just go along with Palpatine’s “kill him” in regards to Dooku
Sorry for remembering with countdisaster?
Summary: Some days Anakin was fine, on others he thought he was stuck in the clone wars. Growing old in a happier timeline is not as easy as they had thought.
countdisaster + "this might as well happen"
Summary: Looking back, counting the numbers of Padawans, Dooku really shouldn’t be surprised that Anakin decided to bring the girl to the temple that would, apparently, someday be their great-great-grand Padawan. Dooku just wished little Ahsoka Tano would stop attempting to bite him.
