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Vulcano Lover by Little Owl (NC-17)
Aiee, my recs hardly have Dooku in them. Have to remedy that right now!
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Dooku/Qui-Gon
Length: not too long
Author: Little Owl
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Author Website: unknown; she has some of her stories on Masters and Apprentices and others on her lj
WARNINGS: male/male sex, totally AU
Why this must be read: Although it's completely AU I think she has captured Dooku, a younger Dooku, very well. The story is funny, witty (Dooku witty *g* since it's all from his POV) and tells a charming tale. Who knew vulcano watching could be so entertaining? Certainly not Dooku! Of course it all depends on who you're watching with.
And it has pictures!!!!
Excerpt
"Quite a mess you created, young Count!" Master Ioda cawed as soon as he was in hearing range. "How could you tell them those pagan tales about throwing virgins into the volcano to stop the eruption? Now they will do it!"
What? Count Dooku stared at him, dumbfounded. Hell, yes, he had mentioned such a thing to the mayor of one village. But it had been meant as a joke! Obviously such a thing had been done in the very oldest days of the pagans when everybody 'knew' that an ill-tempered underworld deity ran a smithy down in the pit of the volcano. But even his old source with the burnt down villa hadn't believed in such old wives' tales!
"Last night's eruption destroyed the church," Master Ioda called while the rowers closed the distance to the shore. "Now they're desperate enough to try to stop it as the pagans would! Do something!"
"What I am supposed to do?" Count Dooku crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If they want to push one of their pudgy daughters into the volcano they'll do it anyway the moment I turn my back on them."
"Being the Count you have jurisdiction!" Master Ioda spat. "If you can't hinder them, you have to punish them!" The tiny old man stepped awkwardly out of the boat. He looked quite green around the gills. A life on the ocean waves (even the tiniest one) wouldn't suit him well.
He waddled through the water up to his master. "Being a Count in the city might be fun all day long, but here it means re-spon-si-bi-li-ty, young man! Your great-uncle knew this by heart! I will not have innocent blood spilled on our heads due to your witty remarks and lack of action!"
"Lack of action? I'll show you lack of action!" Pointing at one of the farm hands, Count Dooku barked, "Saddle my horse! And bring my bodyguards!"
Fuming, he strode to the castle. He had to change first. Executing authority needed the right dress. The red riding jacket would do. The shiny white breeches he had bought before his departure from the capital, but had not yet worn in the dust of the countryside. The black riding boots of course. Responsibility? He would show Master Ioda responsibility!
If he was honest, he felt a pang of conscience. How could he have known that a quip that would have gained him a laugh at Duchessa Gallia's soirée would cause these country yokels to take action?
Vulcano lover
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Dooku/Qui-Gon
Length: not too long
Author: Little Owl
On lj:
the_little_owlAuthor Website: unknown; she has some of her stories on Masters and Apprentices and others on her lj
WARNINGS: male/male sex, totally AU
Why this must be read: Although it's completely AU I think she has captured Dooku, a younger Dooku, very well. The story is funny, witty (Dooku witty *g* since it's all from his POV) and tells a charming tale. Who knew vulcano watching could be so entertaining? Certainly not Dooku! Of course it all depends on who you're watching with.
And it has pictures!!!!
Excerpt
"Quite a mess you created, young Count!" Master Ioda cawed as soon as he was in hearing range. "How could you tell them those pagan tales about throwing virgins into the volcano to stop the eruption? Now they will do it!"
What? Count Dooku stared at him, dumbfounded. Hell, yes, he had mentioned such a thing to the mayor of one village. But it had been meant as a joke! Obviously such a thing had been done in the very oldest days of the pagans when everybody 'knew' that an ill-tempered underworld deity ran a smithy down in the pit of the volcano. But even his old source with the burnt down villa hadn't believed in such old wives' tales!
"Last night's eruption destroyed the church," Master Ioda called while the rowers closed the distance to the shore. "Now they're desperate enough to try to stop it as the pagans would! Do something!"
"What I am supposed to do?" Count Dooku crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If they want to push one of their pudgy daughters into the volcano they'll do it anyway the moment I turn my back on them."
"Being the Count you have jurisdiction!" Master Ioda spat. "If you can't hinder them, you have to punish them!" The tiny old man stepped awkwardly out of the boat. He looked quite green around the gills. A life on the ocean waves (even the tiniest one) wouldn't suit him well.
He waddled through the water up to his master. "Being a Count in the city might be fun all day long, but here it means re-spon-si-bi-li-ty, young man! Your great-uncle knew this by heart! I will not have innocent blood spilled on our heads due to your witty remarks and lack of action!"
"Lack of action? I'll show you lack of action!" Pointing at one of the farm hands, Count Dooku barked, "Saddle my horse! And bring my bodyguards!"
Fuming, he strode to the castle. He had to change first. Executing authority needed the right dress. The red riding jacket would do. The shiny white breeches he had bought before his departure from the capital, but had not yet worn in the dust of the countryside. The black riding boots of course. Responsibility? He would show Master Ioda responsibility!
If he was honest, he felt a pang of conscience. How could he have known that a quip that would have gained him a laugh at Duchessa Gallia's soirée would cause these country yokels to take action?
Vulcano lover