In the sith family au can we have obiwan be happy that he gets to meet his grandpa dooku and tahl finds it adorable that the great darth tyranus is cooing and spoiling a 6 year old obiwan kenobi.
Obi-Wan was not sure what he was supposed to think, when his parents told him that they were expecting important company. Every time they said that, it meant that they were meeting someone, who created plans with them. Young Obi-Wan had no idea what that meant, he just knew that he was usually not supposed to talk and interact with those people. His mother said they were dangerous and should be avoided by young little Sith.
But when this ‘important company’ finally arrived, Obi-Wan did not think that he was the same as all the others. No, decided the six year old, this man was different. He was proud and looked a lot better - and older - than the others his parents met. Also, Obi-Wan could feel the Force swirl around him.
From his hiding place, he was actually peeking through a open door, he watched how his father’s shoulders were clasped tightly, though it seemed to be some kind of caress.
“What is this,” a female voice whispered right into Obi-Wan’s ear, startling him and making him yelp out in surprise. He had not only alerted the strange man and his father to his presence, but he had also stumbled right into the living room.
With wide blue-green eyes, Obi-Wan looked at the tall stranger. He was not as tall as his Daddy, but still very tall. All his attention was focused on the brown haired man, whose hair was starting to turn gray.
“And who might that be?” even his voice sounded cultivated.
Obi-Wan did not dare to speak up, but thankfully, his father came to his rescue. “Master Yan, meet our son Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, meet my old Master Yan Dooku.”
“It is very nice making your acquaintance, young Obi-Wan,” he inclined his head in a little bow.
Usually such words would not help breaking the ice for a six year old, but Obi-Wan was used to much worse. “Nice to meet you,” he answered instead with a small smile and a little bow. When he looked up again, the other man’s eyes had softened a little. He also felt warmer.
“Obi-Wan,” Tahl had followed her son after his hasty retreat into the living room after her little teasing, “Yan is…”
“Your grandfather,” Dooku did not let the female Sith finish. Immediately three pairs of eyes settled on him, but the oldest Sith in the room, ignored the surprise at his statement.
Joy sparkled in Obi-Wan’s eyes and it echoed in the Force aura around him.
Tahl could not quite believe what she was seeing and one brief glance in her husband’s direction told him everything he needs to know, he was just as shocked as she was, perhaps even more. There he was, the great Darth Tyranus, feared throughout the whole galaxy and by all the Jedi, sitting on their couch with a six year old in his lap. And that was not all, he was also listening to every story their young one could come up with , making comments and the appropriate noises just at the right times, meaning that he was truly listening. Also, he was discreetly handing their son cookies every now and then on which Obi-Wan would happily chew, allowing the adults to talk. It was a merry sight, yet also quite unusual. It was also hard to say, who felt more happy and content, Obi-Wan or his new grandfather.
“Grandpa?” Obi-Wan suddenly asked, ignoring the half eaten treat he was still holding.
“Yes my boy?” not even the endearment bothered the usually stoic and proud man.
“What is a Jedi… and why don’t you like them?” Qui-Gon realized that the boy must have been listening after all, at least a little bit.
“That my dear boy, is a long story. One, which I will tell you later.”
“Promise?” his eyes were impossible wide, his tone pleading.
“I promise.” That seemed to be enough for the youngest member of their small family, for he returned his attention to his half eaten cookie.
Tahl and Qui-Gon exchanged an amused look. At least now they knew, were they could ‘dump’ Obi-Wan, when they needed some alone-time…