Just some random One-Shots from different fandoms. :3
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Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
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WARNING: OOC, AFAB!Reader, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mild Non-Con, Dub-Con, Partly Inspired by a Disenchantment Episode, Metalocalypse X Ghost Kinda, AFAB!Reader, Papas are kinda alive?, Short Chapters, OCs To Push Story Along, THEME: Dethklok Priestess Goes Abroad FANDOM: Ghost (Swedish Band) Part: 3/?
[1]Back at Mordhaus, it only had been a few days since the group had dropped their only child off. Toki stopped mid riff, having played the same notes at least 20 different times thanks to Nathan deeming the first 19 times imperfect.
"Toki why'd you stop?" Pickles asked through the speaker, the said man held his wrist, running the skin and rotating his hand a few times.
"My hands are crampings. Can we take a break?"
Skwisgaar laughed in a mocking sort away.
"Pfft, ha ha ha! Your little girl hands can't plays. I can plays forevers." The blonde demonstrated his ability, playing from the beginning of the song to the last note, showing no sign of slowing down.
"Do you think we were to harsh?" The youngest band member asked, everyone quiet, possibly thinking of the many drunken brawls they started or the occasional accidental yelling at others during the last few days. Both Toki's and Pickles' eyes wondered over to the bassist who leaned back against the plush sofa, seemingly staring off into space but that was proven wrong, his own green orbs locking onto Pickles' gaze, the red head quickly darted back to Toki.
"No, she knows what she dids." Skwisgaar added his two cents, quick to understand what the rhythm guitarist had been speaking of. "Being a naughtys girl. Embarrassed to invites her own dads to the parties."
"Buts I kinda feel bad."
"Well, don'ts." Skwisgaar basically cut Toki off causing the young man to look down.
Murderface continued to be oddly silent, which is weird and unlike the pug faced man. The three men looking to Murderface, it's weird he's pulling a Toki on everybody. The plump man sat forward, moving the side of his hair away to remove a white ear pod.
"What are you guysh looking at?" Murderface looked in with confusion, "Ahh, Did I missh something important?"
Nathan spoke up, a crinkled paper he's been writing on, previously scratching things off and rewording how ever he saw fit.
"Nah, just talking about [NAME]." The long haired singer smirked to himself when he heard Murderface cry something about his 'precious little baby' and probably falling to his bare knees, Nathan laughed to himself. "Ha ha ha ha! Got'em." Doing a mini fist bump in the air for some sort of victory.
