You can never escape your past

Title: You can never escape your past
Rating: General/Teen
Series: Metalocalypse
Characters/Pairings/Couples: Cooper, Terry (Original Character, Original Male Character)
Part of: Random Word Drabbles; prequel to Kitten
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: A life changing decision led Cooper to his last resort and a chance to escape from his ghosts.  If he even makes it that far, he will never see his babies again.
Warnings: Brief mentions of animal abuse, murder and suicide.  I am not an expert in law, so I probably messed up.
Notes: I am losing myself in Baldur’s Gate 3 and the characters I created and their back stories.  I’ve had this one finished for almost two months, when a lot of people have their own characters.  These two are what I came up with, Cooper and Terry.  And while I don’t fully condone what Cooper did, I understand his frustrations and the fact that animal abuse isn’t taken seriously.  This was prompted by the line “Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

Breathing heavy and struggling not to let the flood of emotions out, Cooper looked over his shoulder to his friend.  Hands that were shoved into his jacket pockets with shoulders hunched, Cooper knew his friend was trying to talk him out of this, that most likely they’ll never see each other again (fuck, probably wouldn’t last long.  He’d probably die rather quickly).  Heart aching, he has the chance to not go and see if he could find work here.  Knowing that others would look at him with fear and suspicion.  Only finding work for pay under the table, if he was lucky enough to make it that far.

“I know I am, Terry,” he sighed, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands.  Tears that he had been holding back were easily falling.  “Do you want me to say that I regret what I did?  Sure, a little.  I did what I had to do. Fuck, I did what any decent human would do-”

“So you beat a man to death?  Is that what a decent person does?”

“It’s not like I went out to kill someone.  No one was going to stop him.  No one had the fucking guts to do anything.  They couldn’t protect themselves, they can’t advocate for themselves!”   His voice echoed, tearing his gaze away, the images forever burned in his mind.  “No one who had the power to stop him cared that he was torturing those animals.  They didn’t give a fuck that he’d continue to do what he wanted.  So I did what I had to do,” Cooper confessed as he shouldered his bag.  “Besides, I was acquitted of the charges.  The fact that I can’t find any work here, and I need a job.  Just, do me this one favor, please?”

He knew that his friend was uncomfortable with what he had done.  His family wanted nothing to do with him, neither did anyone else, Terry was the only person he could ask.  Waiting for a moment, the nod of a dark head as his friend gave in for one last time.

“Go ahead,” Terry tossed out, clearly uncomfortable with how he was being nice.  He had given away pretty much everything he owned, a few things sold while the rest were just worthless to everyone but himself.  Terry had asked if he was planning to kill himself and at the time, Cooper could only smile; as fake as his ex’s tits were.  His backup plan was just that.  Life was already fucking miserable, confused and hopeless.  His last resort was getting to the mass interview and “training”.  If this didn’t work out, well, he knew what his other option was.

“Look after my babies, will you?  I can’t bring them with me.”

Dark eyes widened behind glasses, Cooper could see the swallow.

“You’re talking about your cats, right?”

He nodded, knowing what he was doing would be the best for them.  Terry always had a soft side for them.

“Yeah, of course.  Do you,” his friend hesitated awkwardly, reminding him of the young boy Terry used to be.  “Do you want pictures?”

“I don’t know if they’ll let me have my phone with me, but yes. Of course, yeah,” he scratched at the back of his neck as he looked away with a little nervousness.  “It’ll be a reminder of home.”

The horn blew as the bus approached the station.  Biting his tongue, Cooper could only give Terry an awkward hug, the squeeze from his friend and comforting words.

“Don’t be afraid to come home, yeah?  I’ll take good care of the cats.  Even the clinic,” the slap on his shoulder before Terry stepped back.  “Just… check in to let me know you’re alive.”

With what money he had, barely anything to his name now, Cooper took the steps that would either lead him to a different path in life or straight to death.

Surprises that a cat can bring pt 1 of 5

Title:  Surprises that a cat can bring pt 1 of 5
Rating: General/Teen
Series: Metalocalypse
Characters/Pairings/Couples: William Murderface, Toki Wartooth, Nathan Explosion, Skwisgaar Skwigelf & Pickles the Drummer, a hint of William/Toki
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: Things start to disappear and of course he gets blamed for it, even if he didn’t have anything to do with it.  He makes a strange friend that takes him and Toki on an unwanted adventure.
Notes: I want a flerken, one or two or multiple.  This isn’t a crossover, but if the Doomstar could happen, why not a flerken? And thought if one became attached to William, what would the Flerken do?  I also think this at least lean towards Murdertooth.  At least a little bit, which is one of my favorite pairings, outside of explosionface.  This was supposed to be a drabble, no long is a drabble.  Word Prompt is Cats.

I don’t know how to write Skwisgaar and Toki :(. Could this be considered a crack fic?

Cats (Flerken)

He could have sworn he left food on his bed when he left the bathroom.  A plate with a sandwich he had made himself, as messy as it was, loaded with things he slapped together was now gone. A cursory glance around the room told him that he hadn’t placed it anywhere else.  A check under the covers, then the bed.

Gone.

Not even a crumb out of place.

Frustration bubbling up, grabbing the door and slamming it open with all the force he had.  Stomping up the stairs towards the kitchen, he didn’t hear the soft steps following him from the shadows.  The slow blink of glowing eyes.

–

Slowly, over the following days and weeks his food would up and just disappear.  Not just his food, Toki’s snacks and candy would disappear.  The blanket he would use as a pillow vanished, Pickles’ collection of imported bottles of alcohol and Nathan’s boots.

Not just one, but all his boots.

Missing.

Fingers were pointed everywhere, he was blamed for a lot of it. 

“Why the fuck would I have anything to do with those damned bootsch?”

He argued when another pair disappeared, crossing his arms tightly in front of himself as he glared at Nathan

“Because you’re fucked up like that, Murderface,” Nathan shot back, sick and tired of the mess the bassist made for him. 

A snort of laughter from Toki, William turned his glare onto the rhythm guitarist.  The hint of a smile that Toki wore told him he couldn’t do anything.

“I told you I didn’t take your goddamned bootsch!”

Spittle flew as he shouted, the knife he  held, stabbed hard into the table top.  “I don’t have a shoe fetish like someone,” he grounded out as he gave the four a look.  It was true.  As much fucked up shit he was into, feet and shoes just did nothing for him.

“Thans’ what’s ams about the yard wolves?” Skwisgaar asked, voice rising.  “Has you beens hunting thems?”

Yard wolves?  

“What?”

“Yous heard me.  Them yard wolves, they ams gone,” Skwisgaar folded his arms across his chest.  “Has you been hunting thems?”

William took a moment, confused and staring at the blond.  First being accused of taking Nathan’s boots and now this?  

“How the fuck did you come up with that?” He ground out, pressing his lips together to keep from shouting.  “Why the fuck am I being accused for all thisch?  I had nothing to do with bootsch, missing schit and now thisch?  Just becausche I have gunsch you think I went and hunted the yard wolvesch?”

Skwisgaar gave a shrug in response, keeping his gaze forward.

“No, to anschwer your damn queschtion, I didn’t hunt the yard wolves.  They’re mangy and full of paraschitesch.  If I were to hunt,” he poked his finger towards Skwisgaar, “it would be schome game.  Schomething that can be cooked up and eaten!”

William let his words hang in the air, reaching for the knife he had stabbed into the table.  It helped a little to have something to do with his hands under the scrutiny of the other four.  It was a little strange to be outright accused of something he didn’t do.  Normally it would be for things he had already done.

Seeing the four gather closer together, though they had attempted to speak quietly, he could easily hear what was being spoken.  His name was mentioned several times, curling his fingers tighter around the handle.  Today will be another day with more scars that will slowly heal.  Resisting the urge to just take the knife to his wrist or fuck, any body part will do.  

A little chirp of sound caught his attention, the figure of a cat jumping up on the table and trotting towards him.  The chattering between the four died down as they watched the orange and white creature vocalize its presence with a rather loud “Meow”.  William watched as the creatures sniffed at him, rubbing against the hand that held the knife.  The loud purr from the cat surprised him, animals rarely took interest in him.  

“Ohhh, wowie!”

Toki broke away from the group to lean against the table to see the cat better.  Fingers that were held out for the creature to sniff, a sound of disappointment when the cat turned away to rub against him.

“Here kitty,” Toki tried again, a little discouraged at being snubbed by the cat.  Watching as William held out his thick fingers for the cat to sniff and rub.  Watching with jealousy as the cat leaned forward, placing its front paws on the bassist’s arms to sniff, nudge and rub against that ridiculous mustache.

“Don’t think bringing a cat in here will keep us from talking about this, Murderface,” Nathan began, frustration in his voice.  “I’m tired of having to replace my boots.  Just return-”

The cat that had taken such a liking to him gave a large yawn, headbutting his chin while cutting Nathan off from what he was saying.

“That’s ams nots fair,” the pout from Toki.  The scrape of a chair as Toki got up and walked around to where he sat.  

William stilled his movements under Toki’s gaze, feeling heat rising to his cheeks.  Why the fuck was he blushing?  He knew Toki wasn’t watching him, but the cat.  The cat that happened to stop and peered at him, turning to stare at the younger man.  It didn’t take genius to figure out there was something different with the cat.  As if the animal was smarter than any normal cat.

“I ams a bits jealous, how’s come a cool cats likes this likes you?”

“Hey!  Plenty of catsch like me,” he defended himself.  “See?”

Holding out his hand to the cat, watching with just a little bit of amazement.  Purring dialed up even louder as the animal tried to get as close as they could.  Hesitantly reaching out a finger, rubbing and scratching at the white fur under the cat’s chin.  He had forgotten about what had been going on with the others, enjoying the attention the cat was giving him when the purring quickly died off.  The scrapping of a chair being pushed back as Nathan stood up and slammed his fists on the table.

Ears laying back as the cat stood up and eyed the vocalist who kept his attention on Murderface.  The cat that had been giving him so much attention turned around, giving him a little lick on the nose before opening its mouth wide.  He hadn’t expected to see Eldritch like tentacles emerge, writhing and thrashing violently before grabbing him.  Being swallowed down, not in the way he had dreamt of, he barely heard the shouts.  The fact that Toki reached for him as he was grabbed.  Both of them disappeared into the cat’s small body with no problem.  A meow from the cat that had swallowed down two Dethklok members, a look sent to the three before the cat bounded off the table and out of the room.

It took Nathan a second, one that seemed to last ages before he gathered himself to chase after the cat.  Pickles and Skwisgaar hot on his heels, all three unable to fully comprehend what had happened.

Not for the lack of imagination

Title: Not for the lack of imagination
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion, Nathan Explosion/William Murderface (semi onesided)
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: Nathan’s thoughts stray to that damned Bassist and he can’t help his thoughts.
Notes: This was inspired by a sentence prompt instead of a word.  So I saw the gif of how each Dethklok member jacks off and Nathan’s was different than I thought but I love how he bites his lower lip.  I can picture this all in my head and it makes me soooo happy!

“Why do you have to make this so difficult?”

He asked himself this multiple times a day, away from everyone and the one that had just the habit of digging under his skin. Either intentionally or by accident, he couldn’t figure out why he cared. Normally he wouldn’t give it any thought, caught up with his own life. If anything, he’d just give the bassist a look of irritation and make it a mission to piss him off. Get a laugh at making the older man miserable. Now he found himself noticing the way thick fingers curled into fists when Murderface was irritated. The way that oversized jaw would set while green eyes narrowed when he became the butt of every joke.

He knew how much Murderface wanted approval, the attention that it would give him and what the bassist would try to do to get it. Could see the way the older man just craved it.

He also noticed how Murderface would bite at his bottom lip or chew on his thumb when he was sure no one was looking. Finding his gaze being drawn to the man more and more.

Avoiding his gaze in the mirror, Nathan closed his eyes as he tried to force his thoughts away from Murderface. An obscene obsession that had started with brief thoughts while jacking off was turning to something serious. Wondering how it would feel to have those wide lips on his, or the brush that stupid mustache against his upper lip. If Murderface was as good at sucking dick as he was at attempting to bullshit them.

Biting down hard on his lower lip as he shoved his jeans down, tugging and pulling his dick out. What would it feel like to push Murderface down? See how far he could try his luck, to feel those rough fingers curled around him and to just suck him off. Mind reeling with possibilities, each one more depraved.

Swallowing back sounds that crept up the back of his throat, imagining fucking into the bassist. To know what sounds Murderface could make and how his name would sound coming from those lips.

Shoulders hunched, breath heavy as he came, wanting to know and just imagining Murderface swallowing. A groan that resembled Murderface’s name escaped, staring down at his cum stained hand.

It took him a minute to look up, to notice wide green eyes and that damned mustache.

Fuck.

Tender

Title: Tender
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion/William Murderface
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: He wasn’t used to tenderness, to touches that didn’t bring pain.  He kinda likes it, even if he won’t admit it.
Notes: I’m struggling a little bit with writers block.  And trying to get over a little lack of confidence.  I love the idea of Nathan being gentle while William is a bit rough, also like the idea that William can’t convey how he feels.  I didn’t know how to end this drabble. Word prompt is Tender.

It hadn’t been long, a few minutes since they started.  The rough way Nathan was with him was perfect.  Fingers grabbing, tightening in the way he knew would leave bruises.  A reminder to him that this wasn’t something his mind came up with, that this was real and not his imagination.  Nothing his mind could ever compete with what the other was doing to him.

Biting hard on his lower lip, tasting iron on his tongue as he muffled the sounds Nathan wrought from him.  The slide of hair against his back as Nathan rested against his back, feeling the trembling against his skin.  Teeth  scraping and finding purchase along his shoulder.  Scars from bites, canines that dug further, nesting into his muscles.  Pushing back, wanting more.

Releasing his bottom lip, resting his head against the floor.  Knees scraping against the rug as he struggled to keep from falling forward.

“Wh-” a huff as he tried to catch his breath.  “Why’d you schtop?”

He wanted to look up, turn his head to eye Nathan.  Cheeks that would be flushed, the huff of breaths that would part thin lips that he wanted to kiss.  Nathan’s answer didn’t come, only the bite into his shoulder was released.  The empty feeling when the vocalist pulled back and out of him.

William couldn’t stop the whine-like sound, not liking the feeling that Nathan left.  Emptiness that filled him, thoughts racing through his mind.  What did he do wrong?  Attempting to hold himself still, bracing himself for cruel words that would inevitably come.  Heart twisting, he couldn’t bring himself to beg.

Instead of words that would have ripped him apart, he felt Nathan’s hands pull him up and turn him around.  Catching the brief hesitant look on the vocalist’s face, hands that had gripped him tightly were now holding him tenderly.  Letting his gaze move downward to Nathan’s dick, still hard and twitching.  Lips that opened to speak, no words escaping.  Snorting in amusement, the frown that crossed Nathan’s face, William pushed the vocalist back.  Normally Nathan wouldn’t let him be on top, but goddamn did he want to ride Nathan.  And he was gonna get what he wanted.

He ignored the voice in the back of his mind at the tender way Nathan was touching him.  Uncomfortable with the way it made his pulse race and feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge (a lie, he wanted them so much).  Instead, reaching behind himself to align and sink down on Nathan’s dick.  Chewing at his bleeding lip, staring down to see green eyes focused on his dick disappearing.  Tossing his head back, William groaned as he took Nathan deeper.  Shit, he needed to do this more often as he started to rise and fall along the hard flesh that hit his prostate.

Ignoring the way large hands run up his thighs, fingers splayed as though they were mapping and memorizing.  Freezing for a second, clenching his eyes and biting on his tongue as his mind screamed at him for believing that someone could find him attractive.  How could anyone when-

“Holy shit,” a groan, large hands tightening on his hips, a spark of pain that had him snapping his eyes open to stare down at the vocalist.  Color that dusted across Nathan’s face deepened, “never thought you’d ride me.  C’mon, Murderface,” teeth bared in a snarl as hands forced him to move.

William fought with himself taking a second, finding himself rising and falling; meeting Nathan’s thrusts with each downward movement.  The way Nathan stared at him, messages that green eyes conveyed that words did not.  Words that neither of them would ever say, only being conveyed with tender touches to his body.  Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he couldn’t be like Nathan and instead, leaned down to take thin lips in a rough kiss.

William ignored the way those tender hands made him feel, even if his blood thrummed with excitement.