#this au is a mess

[kingdomvel]

An obikinnie trick or treat to you!

hey, how dare you be an anon so I can't stalk who you are to know what au would you like the trick or treat of more of.

Anyway thank you for the trick or treat, have a silly short thing of the musician Anakin and Actor Obi-Wan au (that probably needs a name and a tag at this point, any ideas anyone??)

When Cal comes back to the dressing room everyone is sitting around on the sofas, which is odd, because he is sure they should all be packing to go back to the hotel.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Anakin says. “Wait, where is Obi-Wan,” he adds when he takes a proper look.

“My father,” Cal answers, putting emphasis on the term, “hasn’t left yet, if that’s what you are wondering.”

“Okay,” Anakin sounds relieved, and Cal would say he sounds a bit embarrassed too if only he hadn’t told him what he was doing to his father 30 minutes ago. “That’s good, actually. Sit down.”

Cal moves to sit down in front of Anakin, feeling like he is going to be interrogated and a at the same time that he is going to receive a lecture.

“You betrayed me,” Anakin just says. “How did you not tell me-“

“Us,” Aayla interrupts.

“-us who your father is!”

“Probably because of what you just did,” Rex provides in a tone that suggests this is not the first time he has said it. Cal is glad someone is, at least somewhat, on his side. He gestures to Rex to convey that that is the exact reason.

“He is my father Anakin, and you-“

“Well I am not the only one at fault here-“ Anakin starts, but he gets interrupted by Aayla hitting him.

“He looked so sad when he learned that we didn’t know he was your father,” Aayla says. It makes Cal’s heart pang with hurt. That was the biggest worry he had had about hiding who his father was.

They’ve had a few words about it already, his father understands that he wanted to earn something by himself, but doesn’t quite understand why Cal continued to hide it after he got the job. Cal is sure he will understand soon enough.

“That’s between us.”

“As your new father I don’t like you making your father sad.”

“You are NOT my new father!”

“Not YET.”

“Didn’t you already get what you wanted?”

“No! I am going to be with your father for the rest of my life.”

There is an awkward silence after that, no one really says anything. Cal should have expected, really. Anakin is intense, but he has always showed more obsession about his father’s… body, than anything else. Though now that he thinks about it, it might have been a rounded interest, it’s just that the parts about Anakin talking about his father’s cock stuck more to Cal.

“So!” Aayla exclaims to try to dissipate the tension. “We were trying to come up with ways to make Obi-Wan Kenobi stick around for a bit, and you are a big factor on that.”

Cal sends a quick look to Anakin before he looks at Aayla. He hesitates a bit before he says, “that won’t be necessary.” He can feel Anakin’s eyes boring into him. “He said that he is very interested on seeing how this whole thing works and asked if he can follow us on the tour for a while. See how it all is behind the scenes, the rehearsing and all of that.”

“YES! You told him he can come to anything he wants, right?” Anakin exclaims.

“He also asked for your number,” Cal tells Anakin.

“And you gave it to him, RIGHT?”

Cal didn’t, but he doesn’t tell that to Anakin. He is saved by his phone pinging, which only happens when it’s his father texting him. He unblocks his phone and starts replying.

“Cal, leave your phone, did you give it to him?”

“Sorry, my father is asking what hotel we are staying at so he can try to book a room there. Says he misses staying at the same place as me. He is such a sap, so overbearing, I only moved out like 3 months ago.”

“Don’t talk about your father like that.” Anakin says. Cal tries to give him the stink eye. He can talk about his father however he wants and the man obsessed with his cock can’t say anything about it.

“I’m telling him he can stay with me.”

“Tell him he can stay with me.” Anakin offers. Even though Cal would have preferred he didn’t. “You are in the same room as Rex, and you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as your father at your age, do you?”

“Oh but you can sleep in the same bed as my father.”

“I didn’t say we were going to sleep. Tell him he can stay with me the whole tour.”

Cal takes a deep breath, but no words really come out of his mouth. His phone pings again. His father asking about Anakin’s number again.

He can’t with them.

“I am giving him your fucking number, I am not going to tell him anything that comes out of your mouth.”

Some time later, people on the internet catch onto the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi has been going to a lot of the 501st’s concerts and he is in the background in a few bts videos. There is a lot of speculation until it comes out that he is the father of one of the touring musicians. Everyone is like aww that is so sweet that he is so supportive/ he is the best father, as if he wasn’t already perfect / his son is also so handsome / it’s so cute that the band have such a close relationship with the others… And then it somehow comes out that he is boning the frontman (bc Anakin doesn’t know what subtle is) and everyone is like wait WHAT. WTF.

[mellowsharkpolice]

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

First part

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[soldrawss]

Something something 16yo 2k12 Mikey gets sucked into a portal and sent into the RISE universe and ends up helping raise the RISE kiddos AU

[supd00dle]

Finally drew Sage ☝️

[duckysprouts]

big brother part 7

[mosslingg]

who put comfort in my hurt

[roadkill-creatures]

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Party Billiam AU Origins!

there's so many bill-goes-back-before-things-went-bad-but-knows-everything fics, but what IF it was Ford-with-future-knowledge?

But Ford isn't a god, what can he do to stop Bill? Can't kill him, can't trap him, can't risk him running off to someone else for portal building. The only thing he can really do is- seduce the seducer first! Nudge him away from evil plots with sweaty nervous dates! He is definitely emotional-ready for this!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RE9 AU where the game is centered around the winters family with mia as the antagonist trying to bring back ethan and rosemary as the protagonist trying to stop her...

[bluegiragi]

some domestic monster!141 antics :3 (more notes under the cut)

early access + nsfw on patreon

-Gaz and Price sleep shirtless to lessen discomfort around their wings

-When the 141 sleep in a pile, Price tends to try cover them all with his remaining wing. It's a subconscious dragon thing done out of protective instinct for a hoard.

-Soap is scared of heights. His inner wolf is very uncomfortable not being on the ground.

-Currently, Price is the only person Simon is okay with being fully shirtless/naked around.

[ford-owner]

i dont know what to caption this

[rabdoidal]

the pines twins are 25 in a couple weeks isnt that fucked up!! anyway i think mabel should knit her and dipper matching jumpers that he feels almost too embarrassed to wear in public

🐑 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🐑

[kobebibebi]

snow day/tsot/fantasy au redesigns for my au ✨

im not finished with profiles yet soo ill just put this here 🏃🏃🏃

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."