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boywriters-blog · 5 months

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Requesting Charles/Nathan plz! :)

Nathan/Charles

hehe of course!! thank you sm for requesting!!

i ♡ metalocalypse with my soul and body!!

warnings: nothing rlly! just some nice fluff! maybe a liiiittle teeeny tiny bit ooc

takes place like .. beginning of AOTD .. and let’s pretend they don’t immediately have to write the song of salvation ^_^

Nathan had been stressed out and drugged up, he didn’t even really know what he was doing. He thought Abigale was the love of his life. He proposed to her still in his hospital gown.

He thought she loved him. I mean she kissed him! Of course he would read into it. Especially when she completely ignored it. What else was he supposed to think? He didn’t want to believe it meant nothing.

But it did. A simple savior’s kiss. And he read too far into in and proposed to her. He felt so stupid. He should’ve realized. He didn’t even really love her, he liked someone else, he just..wanted to be loved. Maybe he didn’t even realize he liked someone else. Maybe he’s trying to deny it. Maybe’s it’s .. gay.

After yelling at the fans outside of Mordhaus, he went inside and up the stairs to Charles. Bumping into Pickles along the way.

He muttered a quiet, “Sorry.”, and continued up, reaching the top of the stairs within a couple minutes. Man he needed to work out more. This was exhausting. He walked over to the rail but didn’t touch it, just looking down and around.

Charles put a hand on his shoulder, turning him to face the other. He had a sympathetic, saddened expression on his face. They walked over to a more private area of the floor. Nathan was wobbling a bit, so he sat down, Charles standing above him.

Nathan looked down, embarrassed by the rejection and how intimidated he feels by the other man. Maybe not just intimidation, some attraction as well. Not that he’d ever admit that to his band’s manager. He was pretty sure the man was into chicks anyway.

Charles put his hands on each side of Nathan’s face, forcing the lead singer to look at him. His face turned a light pink, not used to his face getting held like this.

“Nathan. You have great potential. I mean, objectively you’re pretty great already- but-“, he thought for a moment, “You have to potential to be even greater. I know it. I’ve been by your side since the beginning of the record label. I’ve watched over you for years and years.”

The long haired man shifted a little bit, looking into the former manager’s eyes, the pink on his cheeks darkening.

“You-“, he paused, his own cheeks sporting a soft almost transparent blush. He quickly shook it off and continued. “You are my greatest work. Don’t get so hung up over some girl when you have people that .. care about you, and even love you.”

The almost transparent blush on his cheeks darkened, becoming more apparent. He squeezed his cheeks lightly, looking him in the eyes.

“You will forever be the thing I dream of, the greatest work of my lifetime. I am just lucky to be here right now, to be able to be there for you.”

Nathan’s eye widened as his face turned red, was he making a move on him? Was he admitting to some sort of truth? Being honest, Nathan had always thought of Charles like that, but didn’t really realize what that meant. Until now.

Charles didn’t let go of his face, instead analyzing it. He was fairly certain he felt the same way, adding in his facial response, he was almost positive.

They stared into each other’s eyes in silence, this went on for a couple minutes, Nathan stunned in silence. His face was red, his mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide. His hands moved up to hold onto Charles’s waist, pulling him closer.

His mouth opened to say something but he decided against it, he had spoken a lot, now it was Nathan’s turn. Instead his eyes slightly widened, and his face turned red this time.

“You..You’re a pretty great guy..a great manager..a great priest..a great..person..I guess. I..”, he was thinking about what to say, he didn’t want to come off as super gay, but .. he kinda wanted to. “I think you’re more than great. Spectacular or perfect or something.”

Charles smiled and kneeled down to match his level, Nathan’s hands moving to hold his face as well.

“I think..you’re really smart and cool..and..and handsome or whatever. You always know what to say..for some reason. You know what works, what doesn’t work. You..”,

He couldn’t find the words to express how he felt. Instead, Nathan frustratedly grumbled and kissed Charles, putting a hand on the back of his head. Charles hesitantly kissed back, any doubt immediately washed away. The kiss was passionate. You could tell they’ve been waiting a long time to do this.

Nathan pulled him up onto his lap, wrapped his arms around him, pulling the other closer. Charles put his arms on his shoulders, holding himself up, his knees on either side of Nathan’s lap.

They broke the kiss after a minute or two and caught their breath. Charles choosing to sit next to Nathan, adjusting his clothes to look proper again. They both chuckled for a moment and looked back into each other’s eyes. Nathan was the first to speak.

“So..does this make us like..boyfriends? or whatever..?”, he fiddled with his hands in his lap nervously, his face entirely red.

Charles smiled, grabbed one of his hands and nodded, kissing it and responding, “Of course.”

Nathan smiled and held his hand, intertwining their fingers together. The rest of the band having seen everything, they had decided to come up and check on Nathan, but it seemed like Charles had it under control..So they stayed to watch and see what would happen.

They quickly went back down the stairs, not saying a word till they reached the bottom, then freaking out amongst themselves.

William exclaimed that he knew it, Skwisgaar scoffed and rolled his eyes, not seeing why it’s such a huge deal. Toki and Pickles were happy the two of them had finally confessed.

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HII!! So sorry if this isn’t exactly what you want!! always lmk if i can write anything else for you!! have an amazing day!!

-Mooshi <3

#boywriters-blog #nathan explosion x charles #nathan explosion #charles foster offdensen #dethklok #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface

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papabigtoes · 3 years

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I'd like to know your take on Mr. Salacia's backstory.

HOHOHOH

In my neanderthal head, I imagine Salacia before he became a Half Man to be someone that worked in the Press from the 50’s, like a journalist of sorts (his most recent human form.) The little picture of him Crozier and Ravenwood had made me see Salacia before he had to live underground as someone that knew very well how business and how people in communications and industry work.

i know its rlly silly thats why i like it cuz its so silly

He could’ve had a passion for learning about music. The arts are a universal language, music especially, it’s a field someone that researches it can have a blast exploring. You have to dedicate your life to it in order to keep getting that buzz, and perhaps he did that. So much so, when he learned about death-metal and cathartic sound, he ate, slept, and drank it. Until obsession made him walk away from friends and family, him discovering new ways around the world of how music worked.

Finally, he found both literal and figurative “Underground Sound”, and was eaten alive by the power, and the prophecy. No longer was the man who he was- as he became the Half-Man. Once human, now consumed by the essence of brutality. And what a better way to voice the energy than screaming it in metal?

The prophecies the non-human half knew of described the figures of the Metalocalypse to him, where all pain and terror could eat the world alive. Chaos and pain run the world, and it’s been time for a metallic reboot so things can start fresh again.

He watched underground - the pressure below kept him from growing massive and revealing himself to the world. He could briefly go above, but needed human flesh to keep the darkness at bay. He tried to cross through water, but certain marine prophets prevented him. They were the control between the Chaos and Metal, and when evil touched the seas, they vexxed it with fury. If he entered the waters, he’d enter an unknown terror.

The brief times he surfaced wouldn’t only be for emergencies. It was also to make sure the prophecy went as planned. Maybe it was to invisibly aim the redneck’s car into the school instead of an off-ramp once he was shot, maybe it was to make love to a Miss Sweden and prevent anybody from taking the guitar by Odin, keep her occupied so one day Skwisgaar would experience hopelessness and run to it, did little things so Seth could get his way in order for Pickles to find his freedom and run to it, made the chainsaw in Fatherface’s shed reflect the sun into his eyes while he was outside and angry, and left a certain doll of straw in a snow hole in case a child was ever left inside it.

All he had to do was wait, however, a certain manager of the prophecized five kept him worried. There was something about him. The shape of his ears and nose. The way when he smiled or grimaced, dimples would poke through, like someone he once knew. But his humanity was long dormant, and no longer knew how to be woken up.

thas jus a fan fart idear tho! Any chance I get to say it THF is supreme of the headcanons and delicious and your Salacia origins are so investing and *riffing* badass AF.

If I had to use a song for Salacia, I think it would be The King of Oak Street for his human side. Idk why but my brain folds smell it

#cloudchaser2000 #mr. salacia #crack headcanons #thank you for the ask m’dood!

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