#dad dooku

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Qui Gon: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke? Dooku: I only like dark humor. Qui Gon, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? Dooku: Qui Gon: An IMPASTA!

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Legacy [Dad!Dooku] Part 1

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Warnings: Angst, cannon typical death, nightsister murder arc - - - - -  Count Dooku woke from his sleep as the sounds of someone screaming and crying carried through the air. He slowly slipped from his bed and walked over to the corner of the room. From the crib the screams came loud, silencing slightly as Dooku carefully picked up the one making all the noise. 

His son, barely more than a few months old, sobbed in his arms as Dooku held him. Never had Dooku imagined something like this could happen to him. His days as a jedi had turned his mind away from the possibility of ever having a child, but since he left the order, things had happened that he’d never expected. Now, he was here trying to comfort his son as the infant cried. 

Dooku carried his son back to his own bed and sat down on it as his son’s sobs slowly faded away as the boy looked up at him. Dooku felt a smile cross his features as he watched the boy. 

“I am so grateful to have you in my life, but perhaps next time you let me sleep through the night. Hmm?” Dooku said quietly. His son cooed softly and started to close his eyes. 

Dooku felt his smile grow more as he watched him. Of course, for all he loved his son, he also feared for him. Feared what his master could have done to the boy, and feared what could happen in the coming chaos that his master was planning, though those plans were still a few years away. Still, Dooku just hoped for his son to have a happy life. 

“Of everything I hope you can inherit from me, I hope the force isn’t one of them.” 

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          Six years into the future, after an attack on his life by the dastardly Asajj                             Ventress, Dooku looks into getting a new apprentice

                                Only this apprentice betrays him as well

      Savage Opress of the Night Brothers was an agent for Ventress as the two                                team up. Both failing once more to kill Dooku

            Dooku, concerned and angered by the threats, increases security

                            For both himself, and his young son, Torrin

- - - - - - 

“Dad!” A young voice cried out as Dooku walked off of his ship. The count smiled as he watched his son running up to him. 

Dooku shifted onto his knees and groaned jokingly as the boy threw himself into his father’s arms. 

“Careful Torrin, you’ll knock your old man down one of these days.” 

“I’m not that strong dad.” Torrin laughed as Dooku gave the boy a hug before letting go and rising to his feet. 

“Not yet, but you will be.” Dooku hummed. “Now why don’t you tell me about your day and I can tell you a little bit about mine?” He asked as he began guiding his son inside. Torrin beamed and happily started chatting with his father about his day. 

- - -

On Dathomir, a dark plan was rising as Asajj Ventress returned home to her sisters. 

“I failed again to kill Dooku. That traitor Savage turned on me!” Ventress raged as Mother Talzin watched silently. 

“Perhaps it is time we find a new strategy then. Bring Dooku here to us. Your return is something he will get word of, perhaps that would draw him here.” Talzin mused. 

“No, that won’t be enough to get Dooku here.” Ventress sighed. She began to pace, as she tried to think of something. “He would need something more compelling to bring him here. Something that would make absolutely certain he came, and not just sent Grievous to deal with.” 

“Surely there is something that could bring Dooku here. You know him better than most.” Talzin replied, and Ventress stopped her pacing as an idea came to her. 

“Torrin.” 

“What?”

“Dooku, he has a son. A well kept secret of a son, but I made it my business to know as many of his secrets as I could.”

“Well, his son would certainly bring him here. It’s settled then, I’ll send a few of your sisters to…invite…the boy over.” 

- - - - 

The next day, Dooku woke with the sunrise on Serenno like he always had, but this day felt off. 

He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, and he wasn't even sure if it was the force or his own paranoia making him feel that way. Ever since the monster Savage Opress had turned on him, he'd been more cautious, more careful, and all the more angry. Even before that all, he'd made sure to keep Torrin safe, doubling his security for the boy's sake after the attempts upon Dooku's life. 

Now though, Dooku found himself walking towards his son's room with a growing feeling of dread and an emptiness in the force tugged at him. Normally he would let the boy sleep a few hours more before waking him, but today, something drove him to check. 

Dooku knew deep down when he opened the door he'd find the room empty, but he was still not prepared for it. He stared at the empty room, the sheets thrown off the bed much as if Torrin had simply gotten himself out of bed, but Dooku just knew his son hadn’t gotten himself up. 

Even still, something compelled him to call out for the boy, hoping that maybe, for once in his life, the boy had decided to rise early. “Torrin?” He called, a note of panic rising in his voice as he got no response. 

Dooku made his way through the house, continuing to call out for his son, hoping, despite knowing deep down. Torrin was no longer on Serenno. 

As he got to checking his office, his commlink went off with a new incoming message. He answered it, dreading it being his master, only to find the form of Mother Talzin staring back at him. 

“Mother Talzin,” Dooku growled coldly. “I’m afraid I’m rather busy at the moment, and rather upset with the betrayal I faced because of you.” 

“Oh I know you’re busy right now Count, but this is important.” Talzin replied calmly, irritating Dooku further. 

“I do not have time for this right now.” Dooku replied, moving to turn off the commlink. 

“It’s about your son.” Talzin replied, a wicked grin crossing her features now and Dooku froze.

“What have you done with him?” Dooku hissed. 

“Nothing, yet. We simply needed a way to get you to come to us, and now, you must.” 

“Show me that he is alright.” 

“Come find that out for yourself, Count.” Talzin replied, turning off the communication link. 

Dooku growled in rage before calming his temper. He knew he couldn’t go to Dathomir, it was what the nightsisters wanted and he wasn’t going to let himself fall into their trap. However, he needed to get his son back. Going back to his desk he sent out a call. 

“Count Dooku. Did you have a new mission for me?” General Grievous asked once he responded to the call. 

“I need you, and all the battle droids you want to go to Dathomir and you are to bring back my son with you, those witches have him and I intend for them to pay greatly for it. Kill them all.” 

- - - - - 

Torrin Serenno woke up feeling a cold aching darkness all around him. It was a cold feeling that seemed to leach all heat from his body and left his soul feeling hollow. His eyes snapped open and he looked around with wide eyes, gaze landing on one person he recognized from spying on meetings his father had.  

“Hello Torrin.” Ventress purred, looking down at the boy. “Don’t worry, we don’t plan on hurting you. We just needed your dad to come here and you were the easiest way to make that happen.” 

“Where am I?” Torrin asked, fear clear in his voice as it wavered. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the middle of the night to a sound only to pass out and find himself here now. 

“Dathomir.” Mother Talzin told him as she glided by. Torrin choked on a sob of fear at seeing her, scrambling back away from her. “Do not fear child.” She said to him before turning to two of the sisters “Guard him, and make sure he remains unharmed.” She ordered them before leaving with Ventress in tow. 

Torrin turned his fearful gaze towards the two remaining sisters. He felt like he was choking on the darkness around him as tears fell. The only thing he hoped for was for his father to come and rescue him soon. 

- - - - -

 “We have started the assault on Dathomir.” Grievous rasped, breaking into coughs after he finished. “We have yet to locate the boy.” 

“Find him. And kill anyone who gets in the way.” Dooku snapped before ending the call. Grievous was one of the few who knew of the Count’s son, since he’d wanted a security detail for the boy at all times and the droids report to Grievous. Dooku wasn’t entirely trusting of the cyborg to fully do what he asked, but he also knew he couldn’t have shown up on the planet first, lest he have been ambushed. 

Now though, he prepared to depart for Dathomir to wait for the witches to be dead or his son to be located. He recalled back to a time when Torrin was younger, terrified of a storm that raged outside of their home. 

The boy had made his way out of his bedroom and into his father's despite barely being able to walk on his own. Dooku had woken to finding his son in tears on the floor next to him. 

He had comforted his son then when the loud noises were too much for him. And now, he could only think of doing that again as he got ready to head out, waiting for word that his son had been found. He was certain his son was terrified, but once he was back in Dooku’s arms he would do anything to make sure his son felt safe again. 

- - - - -

Torrin shut his eyes tightly when the sounds of a fight reached his ears. He always hated loud noises, and now, now the noises were far too loud. 

But worse than that was the feeling, he felt like he could feel every single one of those bolts on his skin, feel the agony of thousands dying. He’d heard his father talk about the force before, how it could let you feel what others felt. 

Torrin had always wanted to be like that, to be more like his father. Now though, he wanted anything but this feeling. 

As time passed and the sounds got closer, he resorted to covering his ears with his hands, his eyes still closed tightly. If he focused enough, he hoped he would be able to pretend he was home, hiding away from a thunderstorm.  

When he finally dared to open his eyes,  the two women who’d been guarding him were gone, likely abandoning him to go help their sister’s. He quickly stood up and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out. Away from the death, away from the choking darkness. 

Torrin got lost in the maze that was the inside of the sister’s home. He felt like he’d been wandering forever, trying to find his way out, when he suddenly felt a pull. It was like an invisible hand was gripping his, tugging him in the right direction. 

He followed the pull, and soon, the sounds of familiar voices drifted towards him. 

“I don’t care if you all run out of batteries, you will find him.” Dooku snapped at a group of battle droids that stood before him. 

“Dad!” Torrin shouted, tears falling fresh from his eyes again and Dooku quickly turned around to see the boy. Torrin ran and latched onto Dooku tightly when he reached him. 

The count quickly knelt down and pulled his son close, holding him in his arms for a few moments before pulling away and looking him over.

“Are you hurt?” 

Torrin shook his head, “I’m not hurt.” 

“I am so sorry this happened to you. This should never have happened.” Dooku said as he pulled his son close again. Torrin clung to his father tightly. 

“It’s not your fault dad.” 

“I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ll go home, and you are not going anywhere from now on without a droid escort.” Dooku picked up his son and carried him back to his ship. As they flew back towards Serenno, Torrin turned to look up at his father. 

“Dad?”

“Yes Torrin?” 

“The force? Does it, does it pull you places? I got lost in there, but then I felt like someone was pulling me and it led me back to you.” Torrin explained. Dooku fell silent, a dark look crossing his features for a moment. Torrin thought it almost looked like fear crossing his Father’s features before the moment was gone. 

“The force can be like that. When we get home, we’ll look into it further. Alright?”

“Alright dad.”

[inkognito97]

In the Dracula au can we see more of quigon first arriving to the castle with dooku trying to bond and help quigon through his grief? With the servant who came with quigon staying to care for him because he came to view him as his son.

Also includes this prompt:

In the Dracula au can we have quigon learn how to shapeshift and hypnotize people with dooku proud of him? Bonus points if quigon is considered prince of vampires. - anonymous

Yan had never been particularly good with children, so it came with no surprise, that the son of his dead cousin was no exception either. Even watching the boy’s interaction with his servant who had traveled with him, did nothing to enlighten the king of the vampires. He had no idea, what he was doing wrong. Qui-Gon seemed frightened by him, again not Yan’s intention, but he had no idea how to change it.  

It didn’t help either that the servant would not let Qui-Gon out of his eyes. Yan could understand, one some level at least, that the man had bonded to the boy during their long and undoubtedly tedious trip, but he was not the boy’s father and he could never be the replacement. The thought alone was utterly ridiculous. How could a human be a proper father to a vampire? Laughable, really. 

The old vampire turned away from the scene of his new charge playing on the ground with his servant nearby. He had other things to do… and he had to create ideas on how to get the boy to open up to him. He had promised that much to his cousin and he was a man of his words.

Yan was tired. He had finally returned from his personal mission to on of his landlords. He could not wait to change into more comfortable clothes and to hop into his soft and warm coffin. If he was lucky, then Qui-Gon would be asleep too and he would not bee awakened again. It had become a habit of the young boy, who was showing his first signs of being a vampire, despite the blood tears that is, to start wandering and exploring the estate during daytime. Yad had nothing against it, as long as he was careful. 

He beat a couple more times with his leather wings and maneuvered his small body easily through the open window - he always kept on or two windows open in the estate, even during winter, it was for security measures - and transformed midair, elegantly landing on his feet. The king of vampires straightened his fancy robes and brushed imaginary dust out, before straightening into a pose that would be considered proper for a man of his status.

“How did you do that?”

Yan startled at the voice that had sounded from behind him and even though he detected no danger, he spun around. He was only mildly surprised to see a pair of curious midnight blue eyes resting on him. “Qui-Gon,” he calmly replied.

The boy crept closer, eagerness clearly written on his features and his fear forgotten. In fact, noticed Yan that his human dog was missing and he wondered if it was the servant, who created the rift between him and his cousin’s son.

“How did you do that?” the boy repeated.

A proud smile appeared on bearded features. “Do you mean… this?” before the boy’s watchful eyes, did he transform back into a bat. He flew a few circles around the clapping born haired child, before transforming midair into a relatively harmless looking wolf. His wolf self bowed before the young vampire and finally, he returned to his normal self. 

“Yes!” a child’s enthusiasm, was contagious.

“You see, young Qui-Gon, this is part of being a vampire,” he explained.

“It is?”

Yan hummed. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully. “Tell me, would you like to learn how to shift into a bat as well?”

If it was physically possible, then did midnight blue eyes widen even more. “Will you teach me?” he asked eagerly.

“If that is your wish,” he smiled at the excited boy. “But right now, it is time for proper vampires to go into their coffins.”

Qui-Gon pouted and avoided his gaze. “I don’t want to sleep… the nightmares come.”

A sigh escaped the older male, he should have expected that. The young one missed his mother and his father and not to forget the trauma of whatever had happened to him. “Would you like you rest with me, today?” he could not believe that he was actually asking this. He preferred his privacy, especially during sleep. But he would make an exception for his charge. 

The brown haired vampire hesitated, but then he nodded in agreement. Yan turned around and motioned for his charge to follow him. he was not surprised when a small hand slipped into his and held on all the way.

Yan watched proudly, how his young charge flew around the grand hall with practiced ease. It seemed that Qui-Gon was born to fly. He still had to work on his hypnotizing powers, but even there he was making progress. Otherwise, his overprotective servant, would never have agreed to let him fly like this and without any kind of protection in case that he should fall. The man meant well, the king of the vampires gave him that, but life would not be life without falling and getting up again. Standing up was important.

Something small collided with his chest and Yan closed his eyes just in time to catch the brat of a boy, who had transformed during his assault. Qui-Gon laughed up at him and Yan’s scowl was mostly fake. 

“Excuse me, my lord, for the interruption, but there is someone, who would like to speak with you.” It was one of Yan’s own servants, who had made the announcement.

The older vampire sighed. “Sent him in,” he gestured with his hand and made himself comfortable on his large chair - more like a throne - with Qui-Gon sitting comfortable and relaxed on his lap.

“Forgive me for the intrusion, my king and my prince,” began the male vampire who had entered. Yan braced himself for a long and boring report, but perhaps Qui-Gon could learn something…

[inkognito97]

Can we see in the Dracula au how quigon was adopted by dooku? Bonus points if quigon was born a vampire and dooku knew his parents because one of the parents was related to him by blood?

With a raised eyebrow, the count looked down into the face of a small and still chubby child. There were blood stains on the child’s face and he was probably lucky that the count had already feasted.

“My Lord,” the man behind the boy was trembling, both in fear and from the cold.” It was no wonder, he was only clad in a thin tunic. The boy was not dressed any more appropriate for such cold temperatures, but he did not seem bothered at all.

“What is the meaning of this?” the count forced himself to remain utterly calm. He had a bad feeling about this, the boy, looked awfully familiar. Those eyes, he had seen those deep midnight blue eyes only one more time in his long , long life. And those eyes had belonged to the man that his dear cousin, the only member of his family that he had actually stayed in rather close contact to, had married.

“H… here, my Lord,” the servant held out a letter, his arms trembling. He was clearly exhausted and so was the brown haired boy from the looks of it.

A barely audible sigh escaped the tall count. He took the document, ripping both the seal, as well as the letter open and began to read.

“Dear cousin,

I hope you are well.

If this particularly letter arrives you, I fear that it is already too late. You will not need to worry about me, you do not need to search for me. It would be fruitless, for I would already be in the life after this one.

But, when if this letter truly falls into your hands, then there is also still hope. And hope is what I will cling on, until I draw my last breath.

I entrusted this document to my most loyal servant, I beg of you, be good to him and do NOT feast of him. He belongs to the family.”

The count threw a sceptical look towards the squirming servant, who was still standing in front of the opened doors that made up the entrance of his castle. One of his hands rested on the boy’s shoulders and strangely enough, the child seemed to draw comfort from that. 

Yet the count wondered. Could the words in the letter be true? Was his beloved cousin dead? If so, who had done it? He mentally shook his head. The letter was not over and he wanted to read, what else she wrote. 

“As much as it embarrasses me, dear cousin, but there is another thing that I need to ask of you. The boy, who will be at my servant’s side, he is my and my husband’s son. Born a vampire, not unlike you. Now, I know that you are not overly fond of children, but please, I beg of you, take him in, become the father he won’t have otherwise, be the support that he needs in this darkest of times. I promise you, you will not regret it. My Qui-Gon is a lovely boy, sometimes a little headstrong and reckless, but he has a good heart. 

Please cousin, you are my only hope.

In love forever,

your cousin Evelyn Jinn.

P.s. My husbands sends his regards as well.”

The count carefully folded the letter back and his it in one of the pockets of his coat. Then, he turned to look at the boy, who was supposed to be his now. The child was looking at him with big blue eyes, trying to find out, if he could be trusted or not. It was almost amusing. 

“You must be Qui-Gon,” the count said in a gentle voice.

“Yes,” whispered the child and he even took a step forward. He was a brave one then.

“Very well, I am…” he hesitated a moment. Should he use his birth name and reveal himself as the king of vampires, or should he use the name he had decided to use, to cover up. “Yan Dooku, your caretaker.”

“I know who you are,” said the child stubbornly, “Mother told me about you.”

The count’s eyebrows met his hairline in surprise. Evelyn and he had always been very close, but that she would tell her sone, her own flesh and blood of him, was truly an unexpected honor. 

He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Do come in, both of you, you must be half frozen and starved.” It would not surprise him, it was in the middle of winter after all.

When the count turned to walk back into the caste, his thoughts still running over the words he had just read, he was startled, when something touched his gloved hand. His first instinct had been to pull away, but thankfully, he had suppressed the urge, for it had only been little Qui-Gon, who wanted to hold hands. 

“And you are a real vampire?” he used a teasing voice.

Qui-Gon eagerly nodded, then his brows furrowed and he shook his head. “Not yet, but Mother said that I will be soon.”

“Ah,” he said, then his blue eyes turned to the servant, who was following quietly. He was nervous and frantically looking around, as if he awaited to be attacked by a monster that lurked behind a corner. It was truly amusing to watch. “I shall bring you to the servants’ quarters, where you will be assigned a bed and given food,” he told the man, who nodded, “If you want to remain, or try your luck out in the world, is your decision and yours alone. And you, Qui-Gon, you will come with me.”

The smaller hand in his tightened. “Alright,” the boy answered, though the count had the suspicion that he had not even been listened to. It didn’t matter. For now, he had a little soon to be vampire to take care of, he owed this his beautiful darling cousin…