I wish you would write a fic where... Kari feels compelled to put a member of Dethklok in their place by any means necessary
Okay I think I got one. This one is related to the small pocket AU I got going on with @raddouchebag's Bastian where they a happy couple with two daughters. It warms my heart every time I think about them and the unit, but this is a story of Kari putting Dethklok in their place. And for this, I chose Pickles for something he did. So please enjoy.
She perfected the waddle. Any minute, Kari was going to burst and bring their second daughter to the world. The conversation she needed to have could have been done earlier, but scheduling conflicts and morning sickness really made things difficult. But she knew where he was, where always hid when he was alone. Passed out in his bed surrounded by beer cans and bottles. The stale smell of malt in the carpet and stagnant vomit in the toilet nearly made her turn around and flee. But it was now or leave it to chance in the future.
"Pickles, wake up!" Kari shouted.
He rustled over his bedsheets, crust cracking over the Egyptian cotton. Pickles rubbed his eyes and flicked eye boogers onto his pillow. "Mornin' mama. Whatcha need?"
"We needs to talks." Kari tried not to look at the filth, but it was hard when Pickles himself was so filthy.
"Sure, yeah, can we do it o'er some coffee at least?"
"No, right nows." She took a step closer, baring him, "Heidi wills be here any day now. Bastian and I ams very excited for Katja to have a sister."
"Hopin' it's a better deal than Seth and I for them."
"Yes, t'ank you. But Is needs to make someting very clears to you."
"Whut? Am I off babysittin' dooty?"
"You ams not to do what you did before. That cans not happen agains."
Pickles crossed his arms and straightened up, "I don' know whatcher talkin' bout."
"Shuts up! You do!" The shout made him jump. Kari steadied herself, trying not to get too worked up. "I knows it was you who showed Katja de Muppets. Yous knew Bastian had the fears."
"Pssssh," he scoffed, "I mean I didn'..." Kari glared, burning right through his soul, "w-w-what I mean is...I was just messin' wit him."
"And you ams to never do that EVERS AGAIN!" Her anger made her loom over him, casting her shadow. "Yous wills not meddle wit my family any mores. Or else."
She didn't know what 'or else' would be, but she heard it in enough movies to know it meant business. Kari kicked cans away to make a path for herself and left Pickles with that stern boundary. Heidi was born the next day.
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Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.
Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.
Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.
Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.
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Prompt 268
Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.
Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.
Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.
So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.
The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.
Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.
So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?
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