#dethklokxreader

Chapter 1

Summary:

Reader is hired by Charles as the caretaker of the boys after the apocalypse.

!WARNINGS!

ADULT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED NSFW

Minors DNI

18+

Chapter Two

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Charles knew that the band still dreamt of the apocalypse. He knew they were still dealing with the outcome of it, the loss and pain.

Many nights, William woke up screaming, remembering Dick and his final moments. His sacrifice for what he believed in. The band felt guilt... surprisingly. He knew they tried to hide it behind their usual persona's, playing the entire event off as a minor inconvenience to them. But Charles knew. He wished he could be there for them and support them in the way they needed. But he couldn't. They knew it. He knew it.

Anyone involved with Dethklok was emotionally stunted, and anyone who wasn't would be shunned by the band for being "gay" or "not metal." But Charles knew something had to be done. And it had to happen fast.

The band..... Nathan with his anger issues....Pickles with his addiction. Skwisgaar with his bottling, and William with his deflecting.

Toki....God Toki was probably the one who was hit the hardest. After he had been captured... tortured..... he changed. He started acting as a child, lost in a world he wasn't familiar with. He got hurt the worst when he found out the band played his disappearance out as unimportant, they never spoke of him....tried to forget his missing presence. Played the whole thing off while they went and partied around the world, doing anything and everything to forget Toki even existed.

Toki tried to understand. He probably would have hidden from the pain, too, if it had been one of his band mates. But it still hurt. He would watch on repeat videos of concerts with the fans yelling out Toki's name, demanding him come back. All while his bandmates ignored and deflected the situation.

Charles knew it was time to get the boys' help. They needed something or someone. Time was ticking, and emotions were starting to bubble over. He couldn't do his normal methods and force them to speak to a therapist, especially with what happened to Twinkletits. He had to take another approach.

Something they couldn't refuse or run from.

*Y/N POV*

I sighed, reading the file Charles provided to me. This was a big job. Larger than any other job I had done in the past.

Normally, I was working with children, and I excelled in providing care for children who just lost themselves in the system....to the world. This was nothing like what I was used to. Five grown men were going to be tough, especially five grown men who happened to be the Dethklok band.

Standing I walked to the door and opened to reveal Charles. He had allowed me to view the files before I had to meet the band. He rushed what normally would have been a couple week long process, but I guess if you are the manager to the most famous death metal band in the world, you can pay for just about anything to happen instantly.

Charles stood, walking to me before entering the door.

'I, uh, presume these files provided all the information needed for you Miss L/N?"

Charles stood stiffly examining my features waiting for me to reject this job and run as far as I could.

"Yes, Mr. Offendsen. These files were wonderfully put together. I assume now it is time for me to meet the band?"

Charles blinked in surprise but quickly straightened out. He nodded and straightened his posture before extending a hand.

"Of course, uh, please follow me."

We walked out of the large conference room. The large corridors with hundreds of rooms decorated with torches, creating a dark ambiance. The shadows flickering and the Klokateers tumbling around as they slave away for the band.

"You will, uh, receive a room in the main wing of Mordhaus. The same wing as the band members. You read the expectations of this job, so you will, uh, understand your placement"

I nodded,

"Yes, Sir. I understand "

He curtly nodded, and we continued on. Small talk did not seem to be of interest to Charles. He presented with a stiff, uncomfortable vibe. He appeared to be an emotionally cut-off man, too occupied with work and the band to be bothered with anything but.

We approached large doors, yelling heard from beyond them.

Charles sighed,

"My, uh, apologies for them, Miss L/N"

Klokateer's stationed outside the doors, grabbed the large handles, and pulled the large (and most likely extremely heavy) doors. Charles stepped in first, straightened his suit jacket, and calmly approached the band.

They went silent, looking at me with curiosity.

"Boys. This is Miss L/N. She will be your new caretaker"

Oh boy

All hell broke loose

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Thanks for reading. Give me input. May or may not continue. Depends if anyone likes this enough.

context: not an established relationship, but there’s previous chemistry

tw: mildly sexual situation, accidentally seen naked

Nathan: His eyes become the size of dinner plates and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. Manages to mumble, “My bad, sorry,” and bungles backwards out of the room. You hear him call from the hall: “If you ever wanna show me more, like on purpose, that’d be pretty brutal.”

Skwisgaar: “Don’ts worries, I’ve seens it before. Wait no nots you, other womens. Not that I’m against the possibility of seeing you nude, after all, I am Skwisgaar S-“ “GET OUT!” you scream. He does as told. The man replays the scene in his head throughout the day; kinda nice having something to the imagination for once.

Pickles: At first his mouth is agape but then it turns into crooked smile. “Damn, you’re a babe, huh?” You glare at him and he puts his hands up and chuckles. “My bad, didn’t mean to do that. Honest.” He turns to leave, whistling to himself. He won’t make it awkward next time you see him :)

Murderface: Will thinks you were waiting for him. S m h. “Well well, what have we here?” he asks with a sly look on his face, concealing his ascending blood pressure. When you shriek, he begins to wonder if he misunderstood. Apologizes profusely (yes, he’s a horn dog but he’s respectful, argue with a wall) and runs into the door in his hurry.

Nathan: I keep chuckling thinking of this one. He’s a patient sweetheart with you, even when you don’t deserve it. When he notices you sneaking a fry during the movie, he just narrows his eyes and grunts. After a while, you gain confidence and even tease him a little, dangling the greasy potato in his face and earning a growl from the stoic man. “Thanks for the food!” you giggle mischievously, popping it in your mouth. “Yeah, whatever.”

Pickles: Most likely stoned out of his mind and ordered a crap ton of food when the munchies kicked in. You absent mindedly declined any when he was ordering, but you felt differently upon its arrival. Pickles is kicked back on the sofa, enjoying the fruits of his anti-labor, and you apply your cute charms as means of distraction. He laughs it off but catches on to your shifty scheme. He shakes his head and chuckles, gesturing to the stolen pile in your hand. “All yah had to do was ask. Have aht it, my mind was bigger than my, eh, stomach.”

Skwisgaar: Not furious or vocal about it. He just stares at you, silent and mildly irritated, until you start feeling guilty. “Psch.” You gingerly put them back in the sack and he sighs, motioning to a Klokateer.“Go gets her fries,” he commands. “But Sire, we just got back from the 70 mile trip to McDonald’s...” “Well thens you’d had better hurries if you like being heres so much. Oh, and supersize it.”

Murderface: The most agitated of the quintet. He assumes you’re trying to hoodwink him. “Not sccho fast,” he announces, grabbing your wrist as it exits the sack of fries. “No chance, Missy!” Upon seeing the disheartened look on your face, he rolls his eyes and releases you. “Oh, what the hell.” You plant a kiss on his cheek to show your gratitude. “Women, man.” But you catch the small grin on his lips before it disappears.

Metalist, if you will. Requests are open at this time. Reader discretion is advised.

Dethklok Reaction: You “steal” their fries after saying you’re not hungry

Dethklok Reaction: Accidentally walking in on you changing