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deadface-abominate · 8 months

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Dethklok+Charles Catching You Dancing

Suggested by @strangekindaerin

Warnings: Weird song choices

Nathan:

Nathan is hanging out with you in your apartment

He’s eating chips on the couch, waiting for you to finish up some chores so you can watch a movie with him

He can hear a small noise coming from your kitchen. It sounds a little like your voice. He goes to investigate

He’s thinking you might’ve gone insane and started talking to yourself, but he finds that you’re actually just singing quietly to yourself, headphones on and hips swaying as you wash a few dishes

The vision of your ass shaking side to side is pretty hot, but he’s really entranced by your voice

You don’t notice him approaching, the chorus of Lose Yourself To Dance by Daft Punk flowing into your ears and out of your mouth

He taps you on the shoulder, making you jump

“Dammit, Nathan! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“That song isn’t brutal,” he tells you, as if you asked

…

“Your voice is nice though…” he mumbles. You smile at him, your anger gone

“Thanks, Nate. Wait for me in the living room, I’ll be done in a minute,” he does as he’s told without a word, but he can’t get the image of you singing and dancing out of his head

When you finally join him, he’s completely lost interest in the idea of watching a movie

“Could you, um, keep singing that song?” He feels a little pathetic asking. The song wasn’t his favorite, but the sound of your voice was irresistible to him

Your eyes go a little wide. “Oh! Sure, but only if you dance with me,” you extend a hand out. He hesitates, but accepts it and stands up from the couch

The two of you sway and swing around your small living room, Nathan allowing you to expose him to this “girl music” just this once. He’ll be sure to put on something nice and heavy for the next song

Pickles

Pickles stumbles back to his room after another wild night of drinking

You had been out with him, but he lost you somewhere along the way. He gave up on looking for you after awhile and decided it was time for bed

He hears some loud pop song playing in his room through the closed door. He cringes at the sound of it

He finds you behind the door, busting it down to Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland. You don’t seem to notice him over the music

He flashes his crooked grin. The song is awful, but seeing you drop that ass down to the floor is an amazing sight

He can’t resist grabbing your shaking ass as you’re dipping to the floor

“Pickles! Babe!” You spin around and give him a big, sloppy kiss on the lips. “Where’d ya disappear to?”

He chuckles. “You’re the one that ran off. What’s with this terrible music?”

He knew it wasn’t a song you would listen to sober, so you must be even more hammered than he is

“Dunno, it just kinda felt right,” you do a somersault towards the door, landing in a half split since you can’t quite stretch all the way out. You can’t do tricks like this when your sober mind reminds you that you can hurt yourself

Pickles is so impressed (and turned on) that he’s no longer bothered by the trashy music in the background

“Hey, come over here,” he sits on the side of his bed, patting his lap, clearly requesting a lap dance

You comply, moonwalking over to him and straddling his lap, grinding and thrusting into him

When the song ends, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down as he falls back onto the bed

You rest your forehead on his for a minute, staring into each other’s eyes. He kisses you deeply and rolls you onto your back. He was planning to sleep off the booze, but he has a better idea now

Murderface

The boys are supposed to meet you at a strip club this afternoon. The meeting place was, amazingly, your idea

Murderface decided to head to the club a little early. He told the band he wasn’t going to waste time with them that could be spent watching hot sluts. Truth is, he just wants to get some time with you before the others show up and hog you

The sound of 3 by Britney Spears is blasting through the club and can be heard from the outside

To his delight, when he enters, he sees the hottest slut of all twirling around the pole; you

Turns out you got the time wrong and showed up an hour early, but you made friends with the dancers and they brought you on stage for a dance lesson. The club was empty at this hour anyway, so why not have some fun?

“You gotta squeeze your thighs together reeeal tight,” one of the dancers shows you how to hang from the pole without your hands. She climbs halfway up the pole and flexes her thigh muscles into the pole, leaning back

You try the same, but it only takes a few seconds for your muscles to give out. You fall to the stage, bruising your ass

“It’s okay, sweetie. No one gets it the first try,” another dancer helps you to your feet. That’s when you see Murderface, standing in the door looking dumbfounded

“Will! You’re early! I was just hanging out with the girls. Look what they taught me!” You snake up the pole and lock your ankles at the top, hanging upside down. You stay in place for about ten seconds before you slowly slide to the floor, hitting your head with an “oof”

“That’s fuckin’ awesome! He shouts, running up to the stage. It was only mildly awesome, but the fact that it was you doing it made it 100x more awesome

“Ready to try the next move again?” The first dancer asks

“This one’s for you, Will!” You dramatically point at him and jump up the pole, clenching your thighs with all your force and leaning back. Murderface starts throwing singles at you to help you get into the stripper mindset

It seems to help, because you make it an entire 15 seconds before dropping again

Murderface claps for you. “That was perfect, y/n! Keep practicing and you’ll be a pro stripper in no time,” you weren’t exactly planning on turning this into a regular thing, but he really wants to see you do this more often

“We were gonna give her some lap dance tips next,” a dancer says

“Right! I was gonna practice on an empty chair, but I guess I can use Will as my test dummy instead!” You grin at him and jump off the stage and onto his shoulders

His head goes foggy. There’s no way this is happening. He doesn’t get this lucky. He has to be dreaming. He’s so excited that he doesn’t hear the dancers in the back wondering if you really want to use him for your practice

Just as he’s about to park his ass on a chair, ready to live out his wildest fantasy, the rest of the band walks through the club door

His face drops. Why did these assholes have to walk in now?

“Y/n, what the hells is goings on?” Skwisgaar asks, seeing your legs locked around Murderface’s neck

“I was just practicing my dancing,” you release yourself from his body, going to greet the boys

“We’ll pick this back up later,” you whisper into his ear as you walk past him. His mood picks back up, his heart races, his palms sweat. He can’t wait to get you alone again

He might invest in getting a stripper pole put in his room

Skwisgaar

Skwisgaar is not having a good night

Once again, he got dragged to some shitty venue to deal with one of his band mate’s half baked schemes. He couldn’t even remember what the plan was or who came up with it. He just knew that this band was playing some garbage nu metal cover of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, of all songs

The crowd was full of losers, the beer was watered down, the air was musty

Simply put, he was too good to be here

The worst part was that even though he had taken you along to keep him sane, he lost you in the crowd at some point. Now he had to wallow in misery alone

He’s about to step out for fresh air, when he finally spots your face again for the first time in almost an hour

You’re in the club’s lame excuse for a mosh pit, headbanging with some random dudes he had never seen before

He can’t believe he’s seeing you enjoying yourself here, dancing to this song. Have you officially lost your mind?

He pushes through the crowd, zeroing in on you to grab your wrist and drag you out

“Skwis, what the fuck—“ you groan as he pulls you out

“You was supposeds to be hangings out with me tonights! Why’d you runs off?” He pauses. “Hows can you be enjoyings this songs?”

“I’m not. It’s fucking awful. I can’t think of a song that needs a nu metal cover less than this one,” you glance at the stage for a second, still baffled by this no name band and their artistic choices. “But I’d rather have some fun than waste a night being miserable. And, you can’t hear the song as well when you’re in the middle of a crowd of loud assholes.”

“Stills, you shouldn’ts have lefts me,” he pouts. You hold back an eye roll. He could be so spoiled sometimes.

“Alright, sorry. But I knew you were just gonna be hanging out in a corner looking annoyed the whole time, so I tried to make the night enjoyable for myself,” you hold a hand out to him. “Come back to the pit with me, we can still salvage some of this night”

He frowns at your hand. “I don’t wants to,” he lies. He would love to dance with you, but he’s too stubborn to admit that this evening could possibly have any good come of it

“Yes you do,” you see right through him. This time, you’re the one dragging him by the wrist, back into the sea of sweaty drunks

He stays mostly still as you dance explicitly around his body, but as long as he can watch you dirty dance all night, he can enjoy the rest of his shitty evening

Toki

Toki bought some snacks he wanted to share with you, so he headed to your apartment

The two of you have the kind of relationship where he can show up unannounced, and he has his own key to your place

He knocks out of courtesy, but when you don’t answer, he lets himself in

“Y/n, I broughts snacks!” He calls to you as he enters your living room, but you still don’t answer. He hears music coming from your room

He opens the door to your room to find you dancing joyfully to Die Young by Ke$ha. The sound of your door opening startles you into stopping. You’re about to freak out at the intruder when you realize it’s just Toki

“Jesus, Toki! I thought someone broke in!” You scold him, but go to give him a hug. The comforting feeling of his surprisingly strong arms around you makes your heart rate go back down

“Y/n, this songs ams really bad. Buts you looks so cute whens you dance!” Toki releases you

“I know, I know. It isn’t the kind of thing you listen to, but I’ve been wanting to get better at dancing, and no offense, but Dethklok isn’t exactly danceable music,” Toki smiles at you

“You is learnings to dance?! I wants to learns with you!” This man is way too sweet. You love the idea of learning to dance alongside Toki

The two of you will meet up in your apartment twice a week to practice together. Neither of you are very good, but you both have so much fun that you don’t even care

You eventually sign up for dance classes together. The guys tease both of you over it. You brush off their comments

You even start noticing that there’s more technique to Toki’s headbanging at their concerts

He secretly starts fantasizing about the two of you getting married and blowing everyone away with how flawless your first dance is at your wedding

Charles

You’re in Charles’s room, reorganizing some stuff as you wait for him to be done with work for the day (he’s never really done, but he’s gotta sleep eventually)

He didn’t ask you to rearrange his room, but it was something you started doing to cure boredom

You turn on some music to make the tasks more fun, blasting Pallbearer’s cover of Love You to Death

At first, you just hum along with it, but you soon start swaying your hips and doing the occasional twirl as you move around the room

Charles managed to finish up a little earlier than usual. He rushed straight to his room, knowing you would be there and he could finally relax in your presence

He opens the door and finds you waltzing around. You don’t notice him, so he decides to watch for awhile

His expression lightens up, his shoulders relax, and he puts on a rare smile. No matter how stressful his day is, coming back to see you doing something stupid or weird would always lift the weight from his shoulders

He quietly closed the door behind him, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You jolt a little, but realize almost immediately it’s him

“You’re done early,” you say in a soft voice. You try to turn around to kiss him, but he keeps his grip on your waist

“Shh, keep dancing,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck. He lets you go so you can keep moving while he changes into more comfortable clothes

He just sits on his bed and watches you move your body to the soft song. He almost never gets to hear music this slow and soothing. The music and gentle movements of your body put him in a dreamlike state

You notice his eyelids getting heavy and turn off the music. You go to stand in front of him to rub his shoulders and give him a kiss on the top of his head

You force him to lie down and wiggle in next to him. You sling one arm over his chest and run your fingers through his hair with the other

He’s out much faster than he normally would be. You silently pledge to dance for him more often if it will help him decompress

Keep the requests coming!! I should I add I'll only write for Dethklok and Charles

#metalocalypse #dethklok #charles offdensen #charles foster offdensen #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #william murderface #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse x reader #dethklok x reader #charles offdensen x reader #x reader #fanfic #metalocalypse fanfic

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dozing-composing · 4 months

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Could you please do Charles Offdensen (Metalocalypse) dating a reader who has her own band? (Not death metal but just stuff like Mcr or green day)

I Vaguely Remember How He Could Be So...Silly. I'm Sad To Say I Forgot How This Show Went! But At The Same Time, I'm SO Glad I Started Picking It Up Again. Anyway, Charles Offdensen, Everybody.

ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴛ…

✦ A refreshing face, thank god. Hopefully, you and your band doesn't cause as much trouble at those of Dethklok. He loves them in his own way, but there were times he had to stop and rethink his decision(s) for staying with them. ✦ He sees you're not in the whole death metal scene. You and your crew play more rock, emo, or what have you. He thinks it's impressive having a band in general, but the way your energy plays off each other...it's spectacular. And from that moment forward, he just had to see more. More of you. ✦ His "robotic" behavior did intimidate you, but once you got to know him, you both were so smitten. His flirt game is surprisingly strong. ✦ Sadly, he can't make it to every performance. But, when he does, he doesn't make his presence known. He'll most likely be off in a corner with his arms crossed, or getting a drink, and just take in the music. Then, when it's all over, he'll make his way to you and let you know how gorgeous you were. ✦ During those times he can't make it though, you're going to KNOW how much he loves you. My god, the way he pours his heart out to you each time he messages you about it makes you want to cry before you get out there. ⤷"(Y/N), I can't show up to this one. I'd say 'Good luck' but I know you won't need it. Every time you perform is like watching a star being born. Be sure to hydrate, and keep being the star you are." ✦ Some of your songs play on repeat in the back of his mind. When no one's around, he'll hum or quietly sing the lyrics while he's in the middle of working. ✦ If your band manages to sell records/CDs, he'll buy each album. If your band struggles to sell, he'll help out any way he legally can. ✦ At this point, Dethklok better watch out. Charles might make you an offer you just can't resist~☆

#♡#metalocalypse #charles offdensen #charles offdensen x reader #headcanons #request

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polyklok · 1 year

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Hello there!! I really enjoyed your "what makes them soft/what gets them hard" headcanons for Dethklok. I was wondering if you could write a similar thing for Charles? If you're comfortable taking that request, that is. If not, feel free to ignore. I love your blog!

OHHHH BOYYYYY

So Charles isn’t in my “men to simp for” Radar, as much as I love him as a character and I don’t think I would ever write anything like that on my own-

BUT YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS IM GONNA TRY also you seem like such a sweetheart so I have to

Charles Offdensen

What makes him soft 💘

Charles is, obviously, a very busy man. All day, everyday, work work work. His hands are usually full, signing away at documents, shaking hands to confirm business deals, fidgeting nervously while he discusses finances. So it means a lot when you gently stop what he’s doing and take the time to kiss his hands. Graze your lips over his knuckles and fingertips, he’ll be entranced by the sentiment. Even if you let go to let him continue whatever he was doing, he’ll be thinking about it for at least an hour.

He really likes being sung to. The only music he listens to nowadays is death metal (usually Dethklok’s) which obviously includes a lot of screaming, growling, and heavy instrumentals. He says it ‘puts him in the brutal mood’ for whatever Dethklok is going pursue next. But, despite this, his favorite type of music is listening to your heartbeat while you quietly sing or hum. Doesn’t matter what song, doesn’t matter how good you are. Please let him place his head on your chest and just sing for him.

Basically the opposite of Toki’s Charles is a serious, uptight, no-fun business man. Everyone calls him Mr. Offdensen, Dethklok gets the privilege of using his first name and occasionally robot, and only you can use any sort of pet name. Use it to your advantage, it’s so funny how dry he is to your dumb names, and despite seeming indifferent, he really does love the silliness of it.

“Hey there, my adowable, wittle pookie-bear muffin boy!”

“Hello Y/N.”

The thought of a room full of government officials and businessmen having to watch this display while holding back the cringe is so funny to me holy shit.

Whats gets him hard ❤️‍🔥

I’m gonna repeat again; Charles is busy. As much as he cares about you, he hardly has time for your relationship and is simply trying is best. Sex is barely ever on his mind. Until it is all that’s in your mind and you let him know. Seeing you needy and wanting him, hanging onto him, tugging at his tie, trying to pull him away from his work is the quickest way to get him hot and bothered. He just hasn’t considered being so desired before and it makes him crazy to watch you act like that for him.

Continuing that, when the two of you are in public and you suddenly get all touchy with him. Grazing his thigh, kissing his neck, running your hands in his hair. He knows that he should be above this and tell you to stop, but he really does love how shameless it is and how good it feels. He’s usually the most economically and socially powerful person in any room he’s in, so no one’s gonna tell him to quit on on the PDA anyway. If you’re lucky, he’ll pay you back for it at home. If you’re really lucky, he’ll drag you off into a nearby bathroom or closet. If you’re unlucky, well…

Is he a mean lover? No. Charles is very attentive and mindful of your needs. He’s going to constantly affirm with you that he’s doing the right thing. How selfless of him. But once that is all done and taken care of and he understands your limits…oh my god he wants to see you cry so badly. He just loves seeing you whine and squirm, your pretty face leaking tears for him. Of course he’ll be nice enough to kiss your tears away and praise you for how good you’re being, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop.

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #charles offdensen #charles Offdensen x reader #charles Offdensen headcanon #metalocalypse charles #I draw the line at magnus hammersmith tho #also I dont know why the ‘get him hard’ part was like…connected or something #why did I low key make Charles an exhibitionist what does that say about me #request filled

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theforbidfruit · 1 year

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IMAGINE (Metalocalypse)

Being Charles assistant

Y/n H Akalitus has been working with Charles Offdensen for a few months, and her ambition, witty yet doormat style personality caught his eye.He likes how he can count on her with schedules, retrieving receipts and calls, making sure the boys are semi on track during meetings and knows when the mood to get serious about the boys safety.

He likes to say stuff like: “Akalitus is my eyes and ears.” “She’s uh my little strong rock.” “My uh butter to my whole wheat bread.” “The best assistant I could uh ever ask for.” But doesn’t says that to her nor anyone except maybe Abigail.

Of course he would have her tag along with the band whenever Charles is too busy to watch them. He has her phone number on speed dial when he needs to check up on her and the band-but mostly her. He has her name marked as “Little rock” on his dethphone.

One time when Y/n is getting ready to go home. She dropped some paperwork on Charles desk and tells him to have a good night. He stopped her right before she was heading to the door. “I see that you have tomorrow off. Any uh special plans or errands you doing? Just checking.” “ oh w-well I was gonna to to this book fair to meet this author and get my book signed.” She sheepishly replied, twiddling her thumbs. “Oh that sounds uh nice. You know uh I’m free too and uh Abigail is mostly gonna keep the guys busy. I was wondering uh if I could join too?”

Then there was a pause. “Kinda uh want to see the selection of books you know.” Akalitus smiled at him and nods. “Sure you can come!”

{I’m Sorry La Squadra! Metalocalypse is flooding my head lol I’ll come back to you!}

#metalocalypse #metalocalypse x reader #charles offdensen #charles foster offdensen #charles offdensen x reader #funny I used to get scared of the intro when I was little #dethklok #headcanon

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bloodiedbats · 23 days

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INTRODUCTION.

hii .. call me mandy. i go by any prns, and i'm a minor. this is a writer blog for me to post headcanons/one-shots that are either requested or made by my own.

rules:

do's!

angst.

fluff.

platonic.

romantic.

any gender.

x reader only.

don't's!

smut.

shipps.

anything illegal.

fandoms! (for now).

cry of fear/afraid of monsters.

metalocalypse.

requests are open and remember to specify wether you want a one-shot or headcanons.

#cry of fear #cry of fear x reader #metalocalypse #metalocalypse x reader #simon henriksson x reader #sophie cof x reader #david leatherhoff x reader #nathan explosion x reader #charles offdensen x reader #toki wartooth x reader #william murderface x reader #pickles the drummer x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader

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anothertransauthor · 8 months

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heyy so nice to see a new author in the mtl tag ♡ ～('▽^人)

how good are the boys at dancing? from best to worst

would they agree to dance with their s/o? when and where?

(I'd love if you added charles too if that isn't too many people heh)

Hi I love asks like these!!! I’m happy to be in the mtl tag! I haven’t felt so compelled to write since undertale (that’s a LONG TIME!!!)

Oh guys you better hold onto your pants because I have a fucking tierlist for all the characters coming up!

Anyways onto the dancing!

If you’re looking for a nice night on the town, you better ask Pickles or Charles! Not only do they know the best spots in town (though drastically different for the both of them) they will absolutely show you off! Pickles I feel like would love to dance in general, it’s the liquid courage in his veins. Someone should have taken him to prom, this man can boogie down in a rusty club. He likes to go with the flow and if that’s the kind of night you’re looking for then have a few drinks with pickles!

However if you want a more put together date, then Charles is your man. Fancy rides, expensive dinners, futuristic clubs. He’s watching your every move as you dance, he could make your silhouette out in a crowd instantly. Watch him if he drinks with you, he will get silly. If you like secretly perverted dorks, then take Charles dancing. That man knows how to move.

Skwisgaar would take some major convincing. But when you finally convinced him to take you dancing you didn’t expect what him to be so sensual. Who are you kidding of course you did, but that didn’t stop the shivers from running down your spine anytime he touched you…his hands smoothly covering your hips just so he could hook his thumbs into your belt loops and pull you right where he wanted you… he looked at you like you were the only one on the dance floor, something unspoken behind his eyes—

What was I talking about again-? it would most likely be a while before you could convince him to go out like that again-

Those other goobers are not grooving! 👎👎👎👎

Nathan poor fella can’t carry a rhythm to save his life. The most he could do for you was a slow dance in his room, even then he’d be a little hesitant. Mushy love songs definitely were not brutal. But you liked them…he could pretend for a few minutes just to see you smile.

Toki the lad tries, but I imagine he looks like the freestyle dance teacher! ʰᵉˢ ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ YOUR ˢʰᵒᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵉˢ.

The two of you were just fine singing the songs to your hearts content instead!

Murderface straight up refuses. He knows he can’t dance and can’t stand to make a fool of himself around you. The most you’ve ever gotten was a head bop or a foot tap…if you were lucky BOTH!! It’s a shame he’s so stubborn, he’s definitely caught you in the act of dancing around when you thought you were alone, but you looked great when you did it!

#metalocalypse #nathan explosion #dethklok #x reader #charles offdensen #nathan explosion x reader #dethklok x reader #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #william murderface #toki wartooth

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overlordlucandlere · 3 months

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And lastly. Here’s AI Charles telling you that you in fact, do *not* need any “hammer time.”

#personal #victimoftheband.txt #metalocalypse #mtl #metalocalypse ai #Charles offdensen #Charles foster offdensen #ai #Magnus Hammersmith x reader #dethklok

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nastymensimp · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do something with Charles Offdensen? Headcanons? Maybe dating him or stargazing or…idk one of those two.

Charles is my baby girl fr. this kind of turned into a bit more then dating Charles so I apologize

Charles Offdensen headcannons

Charles tries to keep his love life separated from his work life, but we all know how nosey the boys are

So more private dates are the go to for a while

when the band is away on trips, or preforming the two of you will sit in his office drinks in hand talking about whatever may come to mind as he finishes his work

But if the band knows who you are? that is a whole other story

You most likely would be an employee of some sort, or a friend of one of the boys, so of course you would be involved in their antics in some way

making sure Toki is careful with his blood sugar, listing to ideas Nathan has for future songs, stopping Pickles from killing Murderface, and helping Skwisgaar make sure all his guitars are in top shape

He will still try to keep the relationship quiet, not telling them unless absolutely necessary

But of course the passing glances, smiles, closeness and Charles overall improvement in mood made them all suspicious

So they devise a genius plan. Operation: Get the adoptive parent together

Humor them please ( i may write this if anyone is interested)

After that whole incident is over a relative peace takes over

The boys approve of the relationship, when Charles is happy they get away with more

He is very attentive, always picking up on things you may not know you feel

Not much of a fan when it comes to PDA but he will always have you at his side and may hold your hand as well

If your hair is long enough he always seems to enjoy tucking it behind your ear

#metalocalypse x reader #charles foster offdensen #charles foster offdensen x reader #x reader #reader insert

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tilldeathripsusapart · 7 months

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Hello!! I’ve decided to pick up writing again and Dethklok has me by the throat.

So i’m opening up my requests!!

I’ll write anything from Band member x band member, to xReader. I am aware some people headcannon pickles as a trans male so if you do make sure to specify that and I’ll make sure to include it :D

Ships i write for are

Nathan x Pickles

Toki x Skwisgaar (personal fav)

Nathan x Charles

William x Pickles

If you have other ships let me know and i’ll happily write something up for you!!

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #william murderface #toki wartooth #charles offdensen #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok #nickles #dethklok #dethklok x reader #Dethklok fanfic #metalocalypse fanfic

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livingdeadmlm · 7 months

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Day 2: Blood Play

Not the best sorry! plus the ending hopefully will lead to another day

"Aging is one of many blessings people get (name)."

Your boyfriend's voice was muffled against your neck the sound of gentle sucking continued after he spoke. You laughed "Charles you only say that because you don't have to do it anymore, you're just being nice."

The pain of his fangs stuck in your neck became a sore ache in recent years.

Charles pulled his head back and laughed, "I wish I could age at the rate you are you know, we could look like a very attractive couple going around like that together." sighing you looked through your hair again with your small hand-held mirror, you’ve been finding more and more grays recently. You joked it was no use to pluck them out anymore because you would just be half bald. Charles didn’t find it too funny

He kissed up your neck as his hands went from your shoulders lower and lower down your body. He held tightly onto your hip with his left hand letting his right hand reach further down to your crotch. He slowly caressed you through your bottoms.

"You're so beautiful, you know that right?" his hand. Your breathing became uneven as you tried to ignore his movements.

“Each time we find each other again you age more and more gracefully.” His body was flush against your back as he began to kiss around the sore bite mark on your neck.

Truth was this wasn’t even close to your first life living and loving together. Somehow, each time you were reborn you found him again and each memory of each life would come rushing back like a river.

“I adore each time you reach this silver Fox age it’s harder and harder on me to not keep you inside all day.”

You groaned as his hand sped up, switching between groping and rubbing at unpredictable intervals. His left hand began to make work of your bottoms as he sunk his teeth back into the sore wound.

You winced at the intrusion but made no fight against it aiding Charles in getting your pants off. Charles let go of your neck and spit out your blood into his hand before pulling you in for a kiss.

It wasn't a desperate kiss, but he didn't want to let you go. He uses his other hand to help lubricate his movements. The increase in speed felt electric, and your body slightly shook as you gripped his arm trying to stay grounded.

The door to Charles's bedroom shook with loud knocking and separate voices yelling out for him. Charles groaned and pulled away from your lips. "I'm sorry honey, I'll be back soon I promise." He wiped off his hands and pulled your bottoms back up to your hips.

#charles offdensen #male reader #m!reader #charles x male reader #charles offdensen x male reader

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rockclownsdococaine · 10 months

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I'm back!!

I just got buttfucked by life six ways from sunday

I'm gonna try and write again!! Would yall want me to do that Nathan x reader thing i had cooking or would you rather something else? I had an idea for Pickles or Toki x reader :]

#metalocalypse #mtl #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #charles offdensen #metalocalypse x reader #x reader fanfiction #comment and let me know yeah?

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twigg96 · 1 year

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I’m STARVING for Charles Offdensen content, so may I have something like High School Sweethearts that meet again at a ten-year reunion or s’mthing? If fanfic slots are open, I’d like one. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Hello my sweet Anon! Yess we Stan Charles!!! I hope you don’t mind but I kinda went a little wild with this one!

Until Next Time

Warnings: indicates smexy times if you squint, lost love found again.

Pronouns: They/Them, S/O, Partner

Summary: Charles Foster Offdensen was a little wild and wacky in his younger years. He did a lot of things he truly regretted. One such thing was losing touch with the love of his life. But fate tends to bring people back together in the funniest ways. Maybe it was Karma. Or maybe it was sheer dumb luck.

Panting breaths and glistening skin glossed in the neon light of stolen store signs. The feel of slick sweat under fingertips and drag of nails on sensitive skin. The smell of intoxicating incense whipping across bodies making sweet unbridled love. With a shiver and a contented whine Charles laid his head on his partner’s chest not minding the mess he would have to clean in the morning. He could feel their every breath. Hear their racing heartbeat through their ribs as he traced patterns into their sides. With a shiver, he could feel their fingers gliding through his waist length hair. “Have you decided yet?” His partner whispered almost so quietly that he could not hear. Charles hummed lazily, turning his head to meet his partner’s intense gaze. “I promise. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around and under his love. “I saw the letters, Charlie.” They huffed. Cocking a brow Charles shook his head, sitting up on his elbows to get a better look at his partner’s face. “Babe… I really don’t understand. What letters?” He asked. Rolling their eyes his S/O turned their head away from Charles. “Don’t try to hide it.” They bit out. “The acceptance letters.” Oh… fuck. Charles swallowed thickly, shifting uncomfortably. “You… ah… you saw those?” He asked meekly, wincing at the glare thrown his way. “How could I not when they were just lying on the fucking table, Charles!” Cursing his lack of organizational skills, the recent high school graduate shook his head. “Look… I was going to say something but-“ Suddenly Charles was sitting on his knees, face to face with his S/O, their hands on his chest as they cut him off. “But what?!” They snapped, shaking their head angrily. Behind them the tapestry of the American flag they “decorated” with the anarchy symbol in dark spray paint fluttered with the movement of the A/C. “You were just going to say ‘I’m so sorry, I know I said we were going to have this great life. Ya know, get married, start that group we always wanted to, use your skills and mine combined to dismantle the world's governments after graduation but instead I went behind your back and put in applications to move across the country without you’ and you just expect me to accept that?!” Charles shook his head feeling so confused and conflicted. Everything was so overwhelming. “No… I wanted you to come with me.” He whispered. Silence. “With you?” Was all that was whispered back as painful tears rolled down their cheeks. “Darling… how would we ever pull that off?” They asked sniffling and swiping at their running makeup as Charles wiped away the tears. “I-I don’t know. But you could always apply-“ they shook their head cutting Charles off once more. “I dropped out, remember… no way an Ivy League would ever take me.” They sobbed. Charles hummed pulling his lover close and kissing their hairline, thinking about what his partner said. “We could move into an apartment… I could help you get your GED… it’ll be tight but if we both work full time…” His S/O looked at him with large pleading eyes. “And lose your full ride by not choosing to go full time and live on campus? Baby please don’t do that. Not for me.” They whispered through heavy sobs. Pulling them close to his chest, he held them close, running his fingers through their hair as he rocked back and forth soothingly. “Then… I just won’t go.” He said finally. But his partner laughed deviatingly. “We both know that’s not true Charles Foster Offdensen. Jesus Christ… When will you ever just wake up….”

Wake up…

The words rang out clearer and clearer in his mind, morphing from his lover’s sweet sorrowful voice into a frank Midwestern accent. Blinking bleary eyes, light assaulted Charles’ eyes. Grumbling, he grasped for his glasses blindly on the nightstand. “Oh thank shit! Charlie you’re finally up!” Pickles stood before Charles, his voice thick with worry. “What is it, Pickles?” Charles asked groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up slowly and pulled his glasses into place. “The haus is on lockdown… the gears sent me to find you. Something about a break in… I was the only one awake still so they sent me in to wake ya.” Pickles’ breath smelled of booze and weed but Charles knew better than to dismiss him. “Ok… thank you Pickles. I’ll, ah… I’ll look into it.” He muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his face and puling on the robe he had hanging at the end of the bed for safe keeping. Pickles shuffled his feet anxiously, obviously eager to tell Charles more but not willing to take the wrath of an uncaffeinated CFO. Staring expectantly at Pickles, Charles went about getting his suit ready on the bed. “Is there… ah… something else you need Pickles?” He asked with an air of slight annoyance. The drummer nodded, twiddling with his thumbs. “T-The gears said this is very important… like ‘Get dressed in the Command Center'' serious.” Charles nodded curtly. He understood.

Charles found the time to at least pull a pair of dress slacks on before walking into the Command Center. He was met with his general of command shaking his hand firmly as the other dutiful Klokateers fluttered around the two helping Charles to appear presentable, fixing his hair, changing his top into a dress shirt, tie, and blazer. “Good morning, sire. I apologize for the inconvenience.” The hooded man said. “It’s no inconvenience. As long as we keep the boys safe. That’s all that matters.” Charles hummed, turning to the wall of monitors. The general nodded his cloaked head in understanding. “Sire an anarchist terrorist group has infiltrated the grounds. How do you want us to proceed?” Pointing to the monitors the general directed Charles’ gaze to several different monitors. “Have any of them attempted to enter the building?” Charles asked, watching the figures dressed in all black sneak around the grounds of the building on the night vision of the camera systems. The general nodded shallowly. “Their leader… This one there.” The general pointed to a figure that sparked something… vaguely familiar in Charles. But the CFO brushed the feeling off focusing on the task at hand. “What’s their history? I want this terrorist group’s name. I want every member’s names, addresses, and family pets. I want it all!” Charles ordered, listening to the gears around them work, typing on the many computers searching the digital databases for any information they could provide him. Watching the group slink across the security cameras Charles growled as they spread out ducking behind several blind spots and disappearing from sight. Pointing to several of his high ranking Klokateer members Charles walked to the door. “We’re taking them down now before they have a chance to act.” He growled, marching down the hall to face the attackers.

The gears had moved in front of Charles as they approached the lone pillars. Strapped to each base were 5 charges of C-4 all blinking and armed. The sight sent shivers up Charles' spine as the gears moved into action to disable the bombs. How many more were there? How many more could there be? Glancing around in the dark for any signs of movement, Charles held his phone to his ear calling the Command Center. But before the phone can connect, it is ripped from his hand as a knife is pressed to his throat. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A voice rang out of the darkness, muffled by what Charles could only assume was a mask. The gears turned to look at their leader but the sharp knife merely dig deeper into his throat. Holding his hands up slowly, Charles stayed as calm as possible. “Keep working.” He ordered his gears, glancing back to the person in black with the familiar voice. “I’ll handle this…” The person laughed, the sound, almost intoxicating and pleasant if not for the circumstances. “Oh, Charlie… you lost your grip on everything already…” the voice muttered lowly, passionately, their blade lowering just enough for the CFO to face them. Lifting the mask Charles’ ex grinned deviously up at him, eyeing his figure in the dim moon light. “It’s been a long time. You’re a sight to see, Charlie.” They whispered, brushing his hair back behind his ear. Charles hummed, pulling away from the touch as if it had burnt him. “It has…” he whispered. “Why are you here? Why with them?” His ex shrugged much too playfully for the situation at hand. “Awe… come one Charlie. Didn’t cha miss me? Not one bit?” They mused, standing on their tippy toes. That’s when Charles saw it. The sheer manic gleam shining in their eyes. One he was too familiar with after weeks of fighting so many others like them off. The pain that filled his chest was immeasurable. They were a revengencer… maybe once they had liked Dethklok. What they stood for. But now. They were corrupted by the curse of Salacia… Charles knew. But who would believe him? Especially his beautiful, wonderful ex who he had loved. Who he probably still loved. “I-I did. I-I still do.” Charles whispered. Oh how he wanted to scoop them into his arms and pull them to a safe place and try to talk sense into them. Maybe with a little confidence he could get them to stay in one of the cells until they woke up. Or maybe he could sneak them into his room? But the thoughts were merely fleeting as his ex S/O began to laugh a hearty belly laugh. One of those belly laughs that cracks the ribs and aches the sides. “You’re such a charmer Charlie.” They crooned, stepping away from him. “You always were, ya know. It’s why I fell for ya in the first place.” Pulling a small detonator from their pocket they giggled twirling it around in their hand like some sort of sick toy. “Ya know… you’re really lucky Chuck.” They muttered, stepping farther into the darkness. “I dismantled my best group after seeing you at your first UN press conference. These idiots know shit about dismantling governments. They bailed when I mentioned the word bomb.” The terrorist hummed pressing down on the button making cute confetti spring from the bags of C-4 and rain from all areas of the haus. “You should really upgrade your security, babe.” They whispered tossing the detonator on the grass in front of him. Fuck… glancing up Charles met their eyes. Love still shown deep inside, deep beneath all the drugged mania they were forced to live through. “Until next time, mon amor.” They purred, sending a sensual wink his way before disappearing into the pitch blackness of the night. Yes. Charles thought leaning over to pick up the toy detonator. Until next time, my love.

#thank you so much for the ask #thank you for the ask!#thank you anon #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse headcanon #metalocalypse #dethklok #charles foster ofdensen #charles offdensen #x reader

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tokiwarcube · 3 days

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Hey all, I'm Phoenix! I'm a 21 year old animal bio student who had the misfortune of falling in love with the 5 dumbest men on Earth. Welcome! Requests are open! <3

Request Status: Open!

Masterlist: Coming Soon!

#I'll make this look pretty later. but I just want a pinned for now LMAO #metalocalypse x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #nathan explosion x reader #toki wartooth x reader #pickles the drummer x reader #william murderface x reader #charles foster offdensen x reader #dethklok x reader

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theforbidfruit · 1 year

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Not me procrastinating with one fandom

TO ANOTHER

I feel like I’m cheating on them behind their backs

#bruh why am I like this #la squadra #la squadra x reader #jojo vento aureo #illuso jjba #formaggio jjba #pesci jjba #prosciutto jjba #melone jjba #ghiaccio jjba #risotto jjba #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #william murderface #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #charles foster offdensen

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writersmilex · 7 months

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Rescue Mission

Magnus Hammersmith X Fem | Reader

Summary : (Y/n) goes to save Toki and Abigail by herself. And have a reunion with an old lover.

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"Bastards!" (Y/n) angrily slams her hands on the table as she watches the remaining band members party like there is nothing going on.

"they really think they can avoid what's going on? Just like that?!" (Y/n) sneers in frustration, turning away and leaving the room.

"I wanted to help find Toki and Abigail. But Offdensen won't let me..." She crosses her arms as she walks down the dark halls of Mordhaus and moves into her room. "It's too dangerous, he said." She Looks over at her desk filled with various clues she had taken from the systems to find their location. Along with the memories of the beginning that she can still remember so vividly. (Y/n)'s eyes shine as she has made a breakthrough in her research. Her gaze set upon the location she is sure to find her missing friends.

"Don't worry Toki, Abigail. I'm coming for you." Her fists, resting on the desk, clench in determination.

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With the research she has done, it was quite easy to find the location that (Y/n) suspected where her friends would be. You remember the place vaguely. This is where the band had their audition for a second guitarist, much to Swkisgaar’s dismay at the time, he scared away most of the people who tried the audition, except one: and that was Toki.

(Y/n) was there when it happened, and that’s when she met Toki for the first time, a hopeful and ambitious kid with noticeable musical talent, if he could keep with someone like Skwisgaar. (Y/n) was impressed as well and took a liking to him quickly, he is naturally likeable, always has been… Thinking about Toki saddens her now, she misses him so badly. Her stupid friends think they can ignore the situation which angers her. Going after Toki and Abigail by herself is the best way to cease all the mixed emotions she is feeling. She is gonna get an earful from Charles when she gets back… And maybe from Nathan as well.

Upon arriving at the place, it wouldn’t be smart to face whoever took her friends head-on. (Y/n) can pick fights with other women in bars but this is not a bar sadly. She’ll take an entrance by the side to get in unnoticed. It wasn’t a good idea to come without a solid plan, in the desperation to get Toki back there wasn’t a plan at all. The best she can do is to sneak in, and get her friends out. It’s the next best thing! (Y/n) is flexible enough to crawl through a broken window, heart racing, there is no way back now. Only forward, and that’s exactly what she is going to do. (Y/n) likes to imagine that she is in a stealth video game, it helps her calm her nerves a little bit. She didn’t come completely unarmed, she has a hunting knife that she bought while out with Nathan, it will surely be useful now… For example, he knocks out a skinhead-looking fellow with the hilt of the weapon, and takes the keys that were dangling from his belt. She has a feeling that these keys will take her where she wants to go.

She tries the keys on the nearest door she finds. The metal door creaks and groans as it opens slowly, light from the hall seeping into the dark room, then the light hits two individuals that (Y/n) recognized instantly.

It’s Abigail and Toki, huddled together in each other’s arms, quivering and cowering. They look injured. The two squint in the light. "(Y/n)?" Abigail tries to look at the figure obscured by the shadow's light. But her silhouette is recognizable. "(Y/n)!" Toki squeaks, his whole expression lighting up with a newfound hope. (Y/n) enters the room, smiling at her friends. "I'm here. Here to save you." She slowly approached her horrified friends. The faces of her friends fall when another shadow joins the light. An all so familiar figure.

"(Y/n) watch out!" Abigail Cries and tries to warn her. Unfortunately (Y/n) is too slow to react. Before she could even turn around to see who was behind her, she struck on the head, knocking her out cold before she could even hit the ground.

The figure is standing over the unconscious (Y/n) on the ground. Toki and Abigail cower in fear. ~~~~

(Y/n) groans in pain as she comes to, she is seated upright in a chair. Her neck hurts from the uncomfortable position and she can feel a liquid trickle down her temple. Her wrists and feet were bound to the armrests and chair legs with ropes tightly, surely it would leave marks on her wrists.

Once she gains her bearings she looks up and makes eye contact with a familiar face. A face she had come to hate, “Of course, it’s you…” She hisses at her ex-lover: Magnus Hammersmith.

"You're still as surprising as always (Y/n)." Magnus says, sounding amused. He then leans forward, one of his forearms resting on his knee, curly hair swaying slightly. His expression softens a little, “And still as beautiful as the day you betrayed me.” He admits, reaching his hand closer to gingerly taking a strand of (Y/n) hair within his fingers, feels soft…

(Y/n) scoffs at him. She jerked her head away from him, her hair slipping from his grasp easily. "There is no time for catch-up. I'm here to get what is dear to me." She says, staring daggers at him. "and you are not one of those people anymore." She sounds so cold. Naturally, that is. Magnus knows her, she won’t let anyone get in the way of the things she wants. And right now, all she wants is her friends. He looks affected by (Y/n)'s words. It seems that his feelings are unrequited now. After he was kicked out of the band, and dumped by her, he spent months mourning the end of their relationship. Even after that, there is a part of him that still misses her, and now seeing her again has rekindled that fire.

Mangus leans back and crosses his arms, sighing in disappointment "Just hand me my friends and walk away… Revenge is for pussies." (Y/n)'s tone is direct, not wasting any time. "you don't see it, do you!" Magnus raises his voice and stands up, leaning over her, "doesn’t matter, you'll see it soon." He caresses her knuckles with his fingers, something he used to do often back then.

"Lock her up, but hurt her and you’re dead" Magnus orders two cannibals while pointing in the direction of the dungeon. The cannibals grab (Y/n)'s chair and drag it away from the former Dethklok member.

"You're gonna pay for this!" (Y/n) screams at Magnus as she disappears into the shadows.

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(Y/n)'s chair is pushed into a dark basement. The force causes the chair to tumble onto its side. (Y/n) groans in pain as her head makes a quick impact to the floor. She is still tied to the chair, stuck in the side and not able to move. The door closes and locks. The room is completely dark. It takes a moment for (Y/n)'s eyes to adjust and see a figure move slowly towards her with caution.

"(Y/n)! Are you hurt?" She can hear Abigail's quivering voice. She then feels someone fumble with the ropes, first her arms and then her legs. Once (Y/n) is free from her restraints, she crawls over to embrace Abigail tightly.

"oh God, Abby I'm so sorry I failed to save you and Toki, I'm so, so sorry." (Y/n) pleads for forgiveness into her friend's long and curly hair. Hugging her tightly in order to comfort her and herself as well. Abigail hugs (Y/n) back with the same force. Squeezing her back firmly. "You tried (Y/n), you did your best," she mumbles in response. While it was foolish to come along, the effort is still admirable.

"(Y-Y/n)?" a meek voice joins in. Toki crawls forward to the two women. (Y/n) gasps upon the sight of one of her dearest friends. She lets go of Abigail and wriggles out of her grip to shuffle over to Toki and embrace him. "(Y/n)? Am-ams yous real?" Toki questions shakily, moving his shaking hand to pet (Y/n)'s hair, which does feel real.

"I'm here, Toki. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come alone." (Y/n) remains a firm hold on her friend's shoulders, trying her best not to cry at the state Toki is in. Squeezing him securely, she turns her head to plant a kiss on his head, she has never done this before, but it felt right to express her affection like this. He needs it... One of her hands gently rakes through his hair to keep him close.

Toki starts to sob, clutching (Y/n) like his life depends on it, chanting her name over and over, like a prayer. Abigail shuffles over and joins the little group huddle. (Y/n) continues to mumble her apologies to the other two. Toki and Abigail give her a squeeze in response.

Over the course of a few days, (Y/n) did her best to stay as strong as she could. Although Magnus didn't seem to want to torture her. But it still hurt (Y/n) to watch her friends get hurt. If only she could get her hands on Magnus’ neck, she would snap it twice, decapitate him for good measure and then keep his scalp as a trophy. Her nails have been scrapping against the armrests of the chairs she gets tied in out of sheer anger.

(Y/n) got tied to the chair again and could do nothing but watch her friends being tortured. The feeling of helplessness eating away at her. Beating herself up for being so stupid in coming alone, beating Magus’ up mentally for being a pussy.

All she could do was pray that Dethklok would finally grow some balls and just get here already. Hopefully the fans would eventually realise that a band member is missing, that would surely motivate them.

~~meanwhile~~

Charles massages his forehead in a mix of frustration and exhaustion, there is no evidence of Toki’s and the producer’s whereabouts yet. Not even that… (Y/n) has gone missing now as well. One Kloketeer walks up to the Manager with purpose, seemingly having no information to share. "Sir, from the evidence found in Lord (L/n)’s room, it most likely they went out to find Toki and Mrs. Remeltindrinc." The kloketeer announces in a rather hurried tone.

"sir, (Y/n) has gone missing as well." a kloketeer announces to Charles, who sits up straight upon hearing the news. "what?" his tone is mixed with anger and astonishment. He should have known that (Y/n) would go after Toki and Abigail by herself.

Charles lays his face in his hand in disappointment. Glasses falling crooked upon the movement.

"damn it (Y/n)..." Typical (Y/n) would rather solve problems herself, and as usual she got in trouble for it.

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Being a hostage of Magnus and his goons felt like it was going on forever, but it was probably just a week or 3. Her wrists feel raw from the restraints, she’s exhausted and nearly completely burned down from her emotional distress and what is clearly a trauma that is developing.

She doesn’t have the energy to fight anymore, breathing hard to control herself. Toki and Abigail are hanging upside down on a cross. (Y/n) can’t stand to see Toki’s face like this, full of pain. He didn’t deserve any of this! He’s probably going to think that this was all his fault, which it really isn’t. If he is going to think like that, (Y/n) will have to remind him every day that it’s not his fault.

The door is suddenly kicked open, revealing the rest of Dethklok!

"Took you fucking long enough." (Y/n) complains as her adrenaline is kicked into action and she starts thrashing in her restraints. Murderface rushes over to her and he unties her, while the others save Toki and Magnus. "It wasch really difficult okay." He dares to argue back while lifting (Y/n) out of the chair, putting her arm over his shoulders to aid her balance. The others help Abigail and Toki down.

(Y/n) gets a feeling, a gut instinct. There are some loose ends she has to tie up. Surely if she didn’t it would haunt her for the rest of her life. (Y/n) wriggles out of Murderface’s grip and moves over to hold Abigail, she feels kind of cold. She squeezes her firmly to share what little remaining warmth she has herself.

Once the band is reunited, the prophecy has begun and that masked assassin is defeated, he is completely disintegrated, which is probably the most brutal thing (Y/n) has seen in a long time.

The red light dies down as (Y/n) leans over to Abigail to whisper something to her. "There is something is have to do." She says and lets her go to leave the building.

"Do what?" Abigail asks, she doesn't get an answer to her question as (Y/n) has already disappeared.

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Magnus was able to escape the building, shocked by what he had witnessed. He clutches the gaping wound in his chest, he fears that he won't last very long if this injury is left untreated.

It takes a moment for Magnus to notice the shadow looming over him, once he notices, Magnus slowly looks up in fear. But that fear dies down as soon as he sees who is standing over him.

"(Y/n)?" He spits out a bit of blood while croaking out her name. The look in her eyes is not as hateful as it was before.

(Y/n) looks apologetic, getting down on one knee in front of Magnus to converse with him. “You hurt my friends, Magnus. I cannot forgive you for what you’ve done. Revenge is for pussies." She says in a judgemental tone and takes out a handkerchief from her pocket that she takes on her person most times.

Magnus hisses in pain as she puts pressure on the bleeding wound. "But I… Missed you. And I know I kind of screwed you over too." (Y/n) admits sadly, looking Magnus in the eye. "And I'm going to grant you a second chance." She raises a hand on his cheek to keep his focus on her while she talks. "Don't make me regret it." (Y/n) Then grabs one of his arms to guide it over his shoulders, helping him up, taking him away to get help.

Magnus doesn't fight her and lets her take him away from all this. and like an angel, she grants him another chance at life, simply because she still has a soft spot for him.

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Magnus doesn’t remember how he got here when he awakens in a hospital bed, all alone. (Y/n) has disappeared, she had simply dropped him off it seems. He takes a moment to think before looking around the room. At the side of the hospital bed is where he finds something out of place. There is a bloody handkerchief and a small note. It reads:

'Contact me when you are ready.' - (Y/n) (L/n)

Followed with a phone number.

___________________________________________I swear to you, I want to write a sort of aftermath that I’m going to write later.Thanks for reading.

- Smilex

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse #metalocalypse imagines #dethklok imagines #angst #magnus hammersmith #dethklok #magnus hammersmith x reader #toki wartooth

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