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tikificTitle: Appetite: More Tiny Adventures of L'il Sariel (Mythklok AU Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Twisted tales of death metal baby care
Warnings: Slash, AU, including an AU, OCs, veganism
Notes: Yes, I really am working on Chapter 40. I sort of got stuck, but I think I'm OK now.
Somewhere in an alternate universe very far away....
"Well, little jaanu, I simply can't imagine how you managed to get tasty blueberry filling in your wings again!" Ganesh marveled as he carefully soaped his tiny angel baby in the sink. Little Sariel fluttered adorable silvery eyelashes at him, and Ganesh began to sing a soft lullaby.
A bit later, Ganesh emerged from the kitchen, his silvery angel baby wrapped up in a soft towel, to find Dethklok was slouched around his living room. "Oh, I'm sorry, is it already time for the band meeting?" he inquired.
"Pffffft," Skwisgaar answered courteously.
"Dood, we brung some munchies."
"Oh, how lovely! What did you bring?"
"BEER. And, uh, MORE BEER. And, uh, beer. Oh. And a this PIE."
Nathan set a fresh-baked Dutch apple pie right in the center of the coffee table.
Ganesh sat little Sariel on the table. The baby squirmed out of the blanket, seeming almost to lunge for the crispy fragrant, pie.
Ganesh put out a restraining hand or two or three. "No, no, that's grown up food, dearest! Now, you just sit over here with your Uncle Pickles, and I shall prepare your nice balanced vegan dinner," Ganesh gushed, placing the struggling baby on the couch.
Tiny Sariel's adorable little silver eyes seemed to narrow just the barest fraction.
"Would you gentlemen mind watching the baby just an instant?" Ganesh asked, breezing out of the room.
"Ganesh, dude, I dunno, your baby is kind of creepy," Nathan noted.
"Aw, we'll watch da little baby dood. Won't we, little dood? We'll watch yoo no matter wut!"
Sariel fluttered his tiny wings in a skeptical manner.
There was an electronic buzz.
"Hey, ams da TVs just gones on ins da other rooms?" Skwisgaar asked.
"SKINEMAX PRESENTS, BLOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN HOS," came the announcer's voice from the other room.
"Doods, shud we investigate dat shit?"
"...IN THREE D!" the announcer continued.
There was a brief tangle of bodies in the doorway.
Nathan turned. "Someone needs to stay here and watch the baby dude. MURDERFACE."
"Awwww!" The bassist shook his head glumly and sat back on the couch. He looked at the tiny angel bay sitting there.
"Well," he said. He leaned forward to glare murderously at the baby. "It'sch juscht you and me."
Tiny baby Sariel's silvery eyes flashed like precious little laser pointers.
"SCHLORPP!"
"Doods. Did yoo hear dat?" Pickles asked.
Sensing danger, the band hurriedly slouched back in the general direction of the living room.
"Pfft, dat Blow Whites ones ams lacking in da dramaticals. I ams preferred Throbbin Hood."
"MURDERFACE!" Nathan exclaimed.
"What'sch the matter?" Murderface inquired, peeking out from beneath the sofa cushions where he had attempted to burrow.
"You finished the ENTIRE PIE!" scolded Nathan, pointing to the cardboard box filled with crumbs. "That's kind of dickish, dude."
"I didn't toucsch the pie!" the bassist protested.
"Doods, we're supposed t' believe da baby ate it?" Pickles asked.
Sariel fluttered his tiny wings and belched innocently.
"All right, little jaanu, your dinner is ready," Ganesh announced, plucking up Sariel from where he sat. "And then we'll read you a jolly little bedtime story...."
"Guys, do you think anything is a little weird here?" asked Toki.
"Like WHAT?" Nathan demanded.
"Well, um, our manager has eight arms."
"Ah, he's a recording industry douche bag," Nathan grumbled.
"And the baby has wings."
"He attempted to asschasschinate me!" Murderface protested, still half hidden in the couch cushions,
"Don't be absurd Murderface, babies can't kill people until their permanent teeth come in," Nathan reasoned.
"Look, doods," said Pickles, pointing to the coffee table, "is dis his adorable baby dood story book?"
Nathan donned his reading glasses. "MY FIRST KAMA SUTRA." Nathan flipped through the colorful pages. "Whoa! Is it really possible for two dudes to do that?"
"It ams possibles," Skwisgaar snickered. Toki's eyes widened.
"Oh, look, your uncles would like to read you a bedtime story!" Ganesh gushed, returning with Sariel. The tiny baby burped agin, fluttered his downy wings, and shot a glare at Murderface, who dove again for the couch cushions, muttering, "Aschhole baby."
"Skwisgaar and I will read to him!" Toki called, jumping to his feet and snatching the book from Nathan.
"Didn't you just say you thought the kid was creepy?" Nathan whispered.
"Ja, OK, why nots?" Skwisgaar agreed, lazily rising as well.
"I love dramatic readings! The, uh, more dramatic the better!" Toki attested.
"Well, come along, you two, I think we'll have a fine time." And with that, Ganesh exited with Skwisgaar and Toki.
"Uh, dood. If dey're readin' a bedtime story to da little dood, shouldn't dey have taken him along?" whispered Pickles, pointing to baby Sariel, who was sitting happily in the middle of the coffee table.
"Uh, just an OVERSIGHT," Nathan explained, grabbing the infant. "Hey, kid, do you like BEER?"
Sariel belched.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Twisted tales of death metal baby care
Warnings: Slash, AU, including an AU, OCs, veganism
Notes: Yes, I really am working on Chapter 40. I sort of got stuck, but I think I'm OK now.
Somewhere in an alternate universe very far away....
"Well, little jaanu, I simply can't imagine how you managed to get tasty blueberry filling in your wings again!" Ganesh marveled as he carefully soaped his tiny angel baby in the sink. Little Sariel fluttered adorable silvery eyelashes at him, and Ganesh began to sing a soft lullaby.
A bit later, Ganesh emerged from the kitchen, his silvery angel baby wrapped up in a soft towel, to find Dethklok was slouched around his living room. "Oh, I'm sorry, is it already time for the band meeting?" he inquired.
"Pffffft," Skwisgaar answered courteously.
"Dood, we brung some munchies."
"Oh, how lovely! What did you bring?"
"BEER. And, uh, MORE BEER. And, uh, beer. Oh. And a this PIE."
Nathan set a fresh-baked Dutch apple pie right in the center of the coffee table.
Ganesh sat little Sariel on the table. The baby squirmed out of the blanket, seeming almost to lunge for the crispy fragrant, pie.
Ganesh put out a restraining hand or two or three. "No, no, that's grown up food, dearest! Now, you just sit over here with your Uncle Pickles, and I shall prepare your nice balanced vegan dinner," Ganesh gushed, placing the struggling baby on the couch.
Tiny Sariel's adorable little silver eyes seemed to narrow just the barest fraction.
"Would you gentlemen mind watching the baby just an instant?" Ganesh asked, breezing out of the room.
"Ganesh, dude, I dunno, your baby is kind of creepy," Nathan noted.
"Aw, we'll watch da little baby dood. Won't we, little dood? We'll watch yoo no matter wut!"
Sariel fluttered his tiny wings in a skeptical manner.
There was an electronic buzz.
"Hey, ams da TVs just gones on ins da other rooms?" Skwisgaar asked.
"SKINEMAX PRESENTS, BLOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN HOS," came the announcer's voice from the other room.
"Doods, shud we investigate dat shit?"
"...IN THREE D!" the announcer continued.
There was a brief tangle of bodies in the doorway.
Nathan turned. "Someone needs to stay here and watch the baby dude. MURDERFACE."
"Awwww!" The bassist shook his head glumly and sat back on the couch. He looked at the tiny angel bay sitting there.
"Well," he said. He leaned forward to glare murderously at the baby. "It'sch juscht you and me."
Tiny baby Sariel's silvery eyes flashed like precious little laser pointers.
"SCHLORPP!"
"Doods. Did yoo hear dat?" Pickles asked.
Sensing danger, the band hurriedly slouched back in the general direction of the living room.
"Pfft, dat Blow Whites ones ams lacking in da dramaticals. I ams preferred Throbbin Hood."
"MURDERFACE!" Nathan exclaimed.
"What'sch the matter?" Murderface inquired, peeking out from beneath the sofa cushions where he had attempted to burrow.
"You finished the ENTIRE PIE!" scolded Nathan, pointing to the cardboard box filled with crumbs. "That's kind of dickish, dude."
"I didn't toucsch the pie!" the bassist protested.
"Doods, we're supposed t' believe da baby ate it?" Pickles asked.
Sariel fluttered his tiny wings and belched innocently.
"All right, little jaanu, your dinner is ready," Ganesh announced, plucking up Sariel from where he sat. "And then we'll read you a jolly little bedtime story...."
"Guys, do you think anything is a little weird here?" asked Toki.
"Like WHAT?" Nathan demanded.
"Well, um, our manager has eight arms."
"Ah, he's a recording industry douche bag," Nathan grumbled.
"And the baby has wings."
"He attempted to asschasschinate me!" Murderface protested, still half hidden in the couch cushions,
"Don't be absurd Murderface, babies can't kill people until their permanent teeth come in," Nathan reasoned.
"Look, doods," said Pickles, pointing to the coffee table, "is dis his adorable baby dood story book?"
Nathan donned his reading glasses. "MY FIRST KAMA SUTRA." Nathan flipped through the colorful pages. "Whoa! Is it really possible for two dudes to do that?"
"It ams possibles," Skwisgaar snickered. Toki's eyes widened.
"Oh, look, your uncles would like to read you a bedtime story!" Ganesh gushed, returning with Sariel. The tiny baby burped agin, fluttered his downy wings, and shot a glare at Murderface, who dove again for the couch cushions, muttering, "Aschhole baby."
"Skwisgaar and I will read to him!" Toki called, jumping to his feet and snatching the book from Nathan.
"Didn't you just say you thought the kid was creepy?" Nathan whispered.
"Ja, OK, why nots?" Skwisgaar agreed, lazily rising as well.
"I love dramatic readings! The, uh, more dramatic the better!" Toki attested.
"Well, come along, you two, I think we'll have a fine time." And with that, Ganesh exited with Skwisgaar and Toki.
"Uh, dood. If dey're readin' a bedtime story to da little dood, shouldn't dey have taken him along?" whispered Pickles, pointing to baby Sariel, who was sitting happily in the middle of the coffee table.
"Uh, just an OVERSIGHT," Nathan explained, grabbing the infant. "Hey, kid, do you like BEER?"
Sariel belched.
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Date: 2011-03-24 06:57 pm (UTC)Anyway, yeah, Ganesh is gonna be pretty strict about waiting till Sariel is 18 for any physical contact (he's a lawyer in this U too, as well as being a pretty ethical guy), but he's sure as heck not above reading him happy little Kama Sutra bedtime stories to make his intentions clear. :D And he doesn't tend to get "recreational" sex mixed up with True Love.
I'm sort of interested in the whole concept of what would happen to Sariel if he'd just had a nice environment to grow up in.