#Dark!pelle ohlin

[tht0nesimp]

Muse

A obsessive stalkery dark Pelle x reader

tw: Pelle is definitely not a good person in this, mayhem are not good people in this, kidnapping, violence, self harm, mentions of death, I’m not happy with this I won’t lie

Contains behaviors the real people didn’t have, this is a dark characterization—do not take this piece of work as anything other than a ooc 3am idea! Please enjoy my brain!

first time writing for this person, wish me luck! I hate the beginning of this but I’m coping 🥰

(if you don’t like me writing this type of content for these people, scroll! Get outta here!/(seriously man, it’s cool if this ain’t your thang)

The first thing you noticed was the dark. Typically when you woke up, you were graced with the sun(however minimal it was in Norway) shining through your window—sometimes to your dismay. The second had been that you opened your eyes, but there was nothing but a black sheet over your eyes, which brought you to a third revelation of finding you were unable to untie because your hands had unfortunately been tied behind your back and even if they weren’t, you were in some strange reverse prayer position and your arms were practically numb from laying on them.

the final initial thought was that you were in an enclosed space—the panic came the most at that, what felt to be wood surrounded your frame, suspicious wet stains being felt just faintly on the padding you were on, the slight cushioning being comfortable enough.

there must have been hours of silence and waiting, from pleading to cursing to sobbing to bargaining to hopeless rambles. Eventually, there was a faint noise outside of the coffin, the sound of a guitar, so quiet it you hadn’t been on your highest alert you would have missed it.

instruments played and faint vocals ring just loud enough to hearthrough your prison for a few minutes until footsteps can be heard; eventually they stop just outside your confines, muffled words were all you could hear for a brief second. Your fear climbed as the voices stopped for a moment.

Suddenly, a loud creaking noise came from above you and while you couldn’t see anything, you could tell it was multiple people looking at you “please-I-don’t have any money please just untie me, I feel atrophied and and I have nothing to offer” the vigor of your previous sobbing wasn’t present but you could feel tears wet the blindfold. You felt something pressed over your mouth; you came to find it was tape soon enough

“Euro…what is this?” You could hear someone say in a tone too quiet and calm for this to be anything but terrifying “consider it a gift, thought it’d lift your inspiration” a casual voice spoke, you could hear the man walk but still remained blind. Someone leans down to your ear and you feel long hair tickle your face “I’m gonna un-blindfold you then we can work our way up to getting you out” the sheet of black is lifted, and a peculiar blonde face stares at you, a man with black hair stands next to the coffin with a bottle of coke in his hand, two more men stare disinteresting at you and quickly scurry away. You hear them leave and the blonde man lifts himself a bit.

“I’m Pelle, I’m telling you my name because you are not leaving okay?” He gestures slowly, like your were stupid. You nod, trying to be agreeable “I just don’t know what to do with you..” the man grabs the front of the rope, dragging it like a harness and lifting you up a bit, pressure finally releasing from your shoulders and elbows. “Please if you let me go I’ll-I’ll keep it between us just let me-“ the man shushed you, taking your face and turning it, looking at your proportions “You would be a good muse, if I ever decided to draw people” he throws you back a bit, seeming bored and dazed

“A-Are you gonna kill me?” You stare at Euronymous, trying to seem strong “I don’t think he will” the man shrugs with painful indifference. Pelle squats down to your level “I’m gonna move you into a different room okay? It’s just down the hall” he grabs the front of the rope, making your numb body try to regain feeling to follow him, legs barely moving as you take small steps forwards. A light oak door opens in front of the two of you, a room with a mattress, a desk, and writing in Swedish on the wall stands infront of you.

“I moved the coffin out yesterday, I’ll move it in later, you can sleep in it for now” he drops down onto the mattress, leaving you with your arms tied and on wobbly legs. He just stares, eyes seemingly heavy as he slowly blinks. “Come…Here” there’s a sense of hesitation in his voice, like he’s calling a stray cat as his lifeless eyes bore into your. Unsure steps eventually lead you to him, taking the hint to sit down on the edge of the mattress, surprise washes over you as a lanky arm pulls against your torso.

He slowly shifts into position, spooning you with less of a gentleness, and more of a lack of effort. “I’m not sure of anything yet, but your quite….warm” his hot breath fanned over your ear, and after some time, you were pretty sure he fell asleep.

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Time passed differently, and Pelle certainly didn’t keep a calendar(your request was met with squinted eyes and a tilted head, blonde hair draping like curtains between you two as he leaned down a bit) so it was admittedly hard to tell, but you had figured months had passed since that rather unfortunate day. It wasn’t the worst, Pelle and his bandmates never hurt you or even really touched you, but more often than not it seemed like Pelles measly funds went to your food and the band. In most scenarios trying to convince your kidnapper to eat would be crazy, but as the warmer season came and Pelle slept without a shirt on one time, the intense hollows around his ribs and spine made even your seemingly scraped away heart shrink at the sight, and you often found yourself struggling to keep your hand from feeling the spaces in between his ribs.

“Good morning” the accent made his voice sound strange at times, and your sleep addled brain often found itself struggling to comprehend his awkward rambles at night or at the crack of dawn. But now was fine, his staring wasn’t nearly as intense as normal, his eyes holding a sluggish energy.

“Would you like something to eat, Hjärtat?” He wouldn’t answer when questioned about the word, simply looking at you as if you were the interesting thing around, eyes widened and the hint of a smile ghosting over his pale lips. “No thank you, Pelle” he looks at you unamused, leaving silence for a minute or so “what would you like to eat?” “Just—i don’t know, just whatever you have the energy to get” he looks for a moment, and some part of you wondered if you could see past the mess of blonde hair if you’d see loading symbols replace his pupils but the thought evaporates as he practically disappears out of the room

When he returns, he has an orange and a bowl of cornflakes, still crisp and freshly poured. “Thank you Pelle” “you can call me me dead…” “no thank you!” You shut down the normal fight, where you end up screaming about how calling your kidnapper by a nickname is fucking crazy while Pelle stands disinterested. “Whatever” he collapses on the floor, pulling his t shirt off and laying next to the mattress whilst picking absentmindedly at a threat near a spring

You grab his hand and look at the redness around the nails, before letting go and continuing with eating your now soft breakfast. “Necrobutcher asked me if I was in love with you” he states, blue eyes drifting to yours “What did you say?” You ask, returning his eye contact “Nothing, I just went back to practicing” “alright” you hadn’t really expected him to say yes, the only people you could say he loved was his family—the conclusion primarily coming from the time you’d seen the photo of his sister in his wallet while he was giving euro some cash, he’d actually really smiled and talked for a few minutes about her. However cold and rotten his heart was, it seemed to still be pumping out love every once in a while.

“Do you like comics?” He watches it process in your head “oh uhm, I suppose so” he digs around his desk until he pulls out a few comics “Pelle, not all of these are in English” Pelle furrows his brows before smiling a little “pictures” he points. “Alright then…I figure your off to the woods” he nods and lean over you, expecting the typical ritual, you kiss him on the cheek and he puts his hand over it for a moment before running off, occasionally the days when the routine started (after his friends had gotten Pelle drunk and told him to start asking) would lead to you seeing the faintest bit of pink on his face before he would slip off into the woods, occasionally dropping a small container of snus or otherwise.

he walks out slower than normal, waving before he closes the door to the room. Leaving just you and a pile of comic books on his mattress—just like after a show, he would likely return proud of himself for killing something or playing well, and consider you his spoils for such a good job. Some days you consider screaming at him like you used to, you’d tell him to go to hell if you’re you could, but more often than not it seemed you two were already there.

So you settle for wondering if the feeling will ever go away.

[andrew-thy-accursed]

blorbo doodles

[grungeprincess2]

Corpse paint

If you are corpse paint police, LEAVE

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Pelle

[zeer0p]

This drawin i believe is Dark Souls inspired(?) random person "designed" (didn't really DESIGN, just built the outfit with the games options) it (the outfit, armor whatever he's wearing) but drawin is completely mine so i guess i have the rights to share (?

It was supposed to be kind of shitpost tho, that's why it's so messy.

Just to clarify, i was asked to draw it, so i didn't steal the idea or whatever (ppl gets really sensitive sometimes).

Too much text.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Black Metal>>>

[plusvanity]

Euroman and Deed cause.. why not?

Ko-fi l  DeviantArt

[diediegamchicothdie]

Como hoy actualizó fic!!

Placas de crónica TV que relaciono con los mayhem!!!!

Jan

Algo que diría varg

Y si Jørn es el pitufo Enrique?

Fenriz's behavior

Pellecore

Amo Latinoamérica, adoro todo lo que tenga que ver con todos los pueblos desde México hasta tierra del fuego. El saber que es real y que es una alucinación en Latinoamérica es casi imperceptible

[forgottenw00ds]

"It brings us curse, lust, hate, damnation and death

Wail through darkness and bring evil

It squall it screams

Satanas is present but yet he is unseen

THE WIND OF MAYHEM"

[purgatorypartyyy]

I remember it was here I died

By following the freezing moon

[consumedshadow-mysticmc]

[child0feden]

OPEN YOUR HEART TO IT

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

- general comforting headcanons for pelle!

again, i conjoined two requests for this one because they were very similar! hopefully the anons do not mind! where are my god of war fans? gosh, i just love faye and her dialogue so much <3

- requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: dark and lonely water by 400 lonely things - ashamed by health

- when it comes to comforting pelle, i think it would be just a little bit difficult at times!

✩ more so at the beginning of your relationship, sometimes it would take a lot to really get him to open up and let you comfort him…

- but as i said, this is mainly at the start of your relationship, when he still has not completely opened up to you and fully opened his heart to you

✩ he would likely just shake his head and stay extremely silent when you attempt to comfort him, putting on a front as if he really is not all that upset or hurt, pulling away from you when you try to touch him and you will eventually just have to leave him be…

- but after a while of dating, when pelle has almost completely opened up to you and opened his heart to you, he becomes much easier to approach and comfort when you know he really needs it

✩ when it comes to him hurting himself, wether it be after a concert or just in general, the rest of mayhem kind of leave him to you, making sure he gets to you fine and knowing you can deal with him much better than they ever really can, knowing that you can get through to him deeper than they can…

- after a concert that obviously included pelle harming himself, usually jørn or øystein will force him over to you, having to slightly hold him up due to pelle being lightheaded and wobbling on his feet from blood loss

✩ after dropping him down on a seat next to you, they will huff before wishing you good luck and give pelle a stern pat on the shoulder before leaving, you thank them as they leave the room and close the door behind them, knowing that if pelle has an audience, even if it was just one person, he likely would not have let you comfort him fully

- obviously, it damn near makes you vomit seeing someone you love so dearly purposefully hurt themselves and bleed out in front of you with seemingly no care for themselves but you would have to brave it out for him, you certainly cannot be a super blood sensitive person if you want to actually date and comfort pelle…

✩ as you go to grab some gauze and wound cleaning solution from your bag, now beyond used to this ritual of care after concerts and always keeping things like this close by with you, pelle will lift his head slightly to watch you… his blonde hair draped like soft curtains over his face, watching you with a slightly fearful look in his eyes, as if he was afraid you were walking away from him, leaving him…

- but the second you turn back around with the first aid equipment in hand, he quickly looks back down at his knees, his shaky hands tightening around his boney legs as deep and heavily pigmented blood still slowly drips down his pale wrists and bleeds into his blue jeans

✩ when you sit back down next to him, you ask his permission before lifting his arm over to your lap, he will be dead silent but give you a nod of assurance, letting you know you can take his arm, you can fix him up

- pelle might be able to hurt himself so deeply but i do not think he would be immune to the pain, the sting of the wound cleaning solution as you drip it onto his wound

✩ he will not really cry from the pain but you will notice a difference in him as the liquid makes contact with the sliced skin, his fists clenching tightly around his knees and mouth dropping open slightly to release deep pants through gritted teeth… of course, this only makes you feel even worse as you mumble soft apologies to him, gently rubbing his upper arm with your free hand, trying to soothe his pain and he does not even try to stop you, the feeling of your warm fingers rubbing soothing circles into his cold skin helping him regulate his breathing and his fists loosen

- pelle would likely be very tired after cutting himself on stage, the loss of blood and pain coursing through his malnourished body simply exhausting him so in the midst of you cleaning his wounds, he will lean his head over to you, hunching his back and resting his forehead against your shoulder, remaining quiet as he inhales your natural musk and the comforting scent of your shampoo from your hair

✩ you bring your free hand up to stroke his hair, the position making it just a little harder to clean his wounds but you work through it, not wanting to move him, knowing how tired he must be and how comforted he feels with his head on your shoulder

- when you tilt your head to place a sweet kiss against his hair, resting your cheek atop his head as you talk to him softly, telling him how talented he is and how great you thought his vocals were this concert, pelle would probably actually fall sleep against your shoulder, mumbling an almost unintelligible two word phrase of love before he knocks out

“ love you… ” ( you can just barely make out what he said, his swedish accent even stronger due to his mind being foggy with sleep, it only causes you to smile and whisper that you love him too )

✩ he is just so beyond tired, you do not wake him up, you just continue fixing him up, rubbing his back to keep him asleep when you begin to apply the gauze, lifting his wrists to your lips to place a soft kiss on the cotton covered wounds as he hums in his sleep, as if sensing the love

- this type of comfort is crucial to pelle, it proves something to him, proves something to the rest of the guys and it just helps him

✩ other times you comfort pelle and he accepts the comfort with very little to no resistance is the days he simply isn’t feeling the best, days when his mind is worse than ever and simply won’t let him rest…

- usually he just will not even want to get out of bed on these days, or he will want to walk into the forest and stay there, surrounded by silence and animal bones scattered scarcely across the forest floor, most likely just laying back on the ground or sitting up against a tree and staring blankly ahead for hours

✩ when he just does not want to get out of bed, when he just lays flat on his back staring up at the blank ceiling with his mouth dropped open slightly to release laboured breaths, he will not be as easy to open up

- it is not even like he just does not want to open up to you, it is just that he does not particularly know how to… he does not know how to describe how he feels, he has never really opened up to someone like he has you before…

✩ when you realise it is one of those days for pelle, you will immediately become softer towards him, not that you were not already soft on him but you just know to be even softer, to mind your words and what you talk about

- you leave him for a quick minute, planting a kiss on his head before going downstairs to make him a hot drink, telling the other guys to not bug him today to which they all just nod and get going with their days… when you go back to the room with a hot drink encased inside of some random white mug with a chipping picture of the norwegian flag printed across the front, pelle will mumble a nearly silent “ thank you ” as you place it on the floor beside him, you know it is just one of those things for him, he obviously does not have a comfort food but a hot drink is that for him

✩ the best thing to do is just sit on the bed next to him, looking at him with soft eyes and asking him questions about other things, getting simple head movements or mumbled responses back! ask him about things like his art or maybe new lyrics, that will perk him up a bit and distract his mind, even if just for a minute

“ hm? i made a new drawing yesterday… it’s up on the desk… if you want to see it… ” ( when you do get up to go and look at his drawing sitting atop the messy desk, his head will lift from the pillow to watch you, admiring your beauty with slightly watery eyes, not enough to cry but the emotion is there, he just does not understand why you put up with him! but when you start walking back towards the bed with the drawing in hand, he is quick to put his head back down so that you do not see his glistening eyes )

- asking him about the drawing is a good comfort move, he likes talking about his art to you and it helps distract him, offering to buy him some new pencils or anything like that will make him smile just a tiny bit too, his hand opening and reaching for yours slightly, tightly holding your hand in his as he shakes his head, he will only replace his pencils when he really needs to but the fact that you offered?

✩ it struck him right in the heart! he already felt like you were the light of his life, one of the few people he truly loves but it is times like that which really solidify it for him, solidify his love for you no matter how much he might be shy about showing it

- sometimes some days are just worse for pelle, sometimes all he does is sit in near complete silence for the whole day but with you by his side, gently rubbing your hand up and down his arm or playing with his hair, it makes his day just that bit better…

✩ just having you lay on your back next to him on your shared bed, both of you staring up at the painted ceiling with you making most of the conversation in between a comfortable silence, it makes the noise in his mind go quiet, thoughts of pain and harm transforming from loud yells to silent screams, the fog in his mind clearing as you talk to him about the things he actually likes in life

- at some point of you laying next to him, without even looking or moving his eyes at all, he will reach his hand over to yours and take it into his, the pads of his fingers tapping softly against your knuckles as you crack a smile, letting him take things at his own pace but lifting your head up and leaning over to place a loving kiss on his pale cheek which is quickly enveloped by a rosy blush before he tilts his head towards yours and leans over to you, rubbing his bigger nose against yours in an eskimo kiss which only makes you smile harder

✩ with his mind quiet and heart beating deeply in his chest, he will lay his head atop your chest, feeling your heart beating against his ear and your fingers brushing through his hair, your quiet voice whispering words of love down to him as the combinations of softness lull him into a peaceful sleep for just a couple hours but both of you treasure those hours of serenity

- you are his comfort, not just the acts of comfort you offer him, never just the words of love you whisper to him, just you as a whole… you are all the comfort he needs in his life <3

[itachicha]

“When it’s cold and when it’s dark, the Freezing Moon can obsess you…”

Pelle Ohlin - Dead 🪦🥀

⏳: 2h23

[samicoke]

Can we have some more Pelle pleased I LOVE YOUR WORK SM

TYSM 🩶 more pelle? got it! Decided to do fluff this time the idea was great but the writing? Hm

Fallen for you.

Pelle Ohlin | Mayhem | Morbid

September 7 (journal entry)

Everyday was different when you came along, though we are just friends... I don't know, sometimes your presence enlightens me. Maybe I will figure it out in the future.

September 9.

"Hey, I got bored so decided to come over." Immediately, left my room and went to you.

Another day in the old house. It was just me and Øystien, nothing more or less. Until there was a sudden knock on tit is he door.

"I'll get it." As the door opened. I suddenly recognized your voice.

"Its going good." I smiled slightly.

"Oh hey Pelle! How's it going?"

You were like the sunshine that bleed through the darkness.

"Feel free to do whatever, not much going on." Øystien walked back to the couch with his coco-cola.

"Alright." At that moment I knew, I had to take you away from him.

"Want to go too the forest with me?" I asked you hoping for a yes.

"Of course." You followed to the back. The orange, yellow and red dead leaves were always pretty. Fall was amazing.

"Isn't the weather amazing?" You asked me with curiosity.

"Definitely."

We walked about for a bit, taking in the never ending forest. But one thing I couldn't keep my eyes off of was you.

"I had another band back in Sweden. Morbid. It was great, but knew the band wouldn't be able to last that long. So I joined Mayhem and moved."

"What did you do before Mayhem?"

We both sat down on pile of leaves.

The expression on your face made me laugh.

"That's so fucking cool..." As you continued to talk, I had decided.

You immediately blushed and stopped. Not believing the words I had just said. You gave it a thought and held my hand saying.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I do too." So we did.

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Pelle Ohlin Summer of 1989

[mayhem-things]

Pelle Ohlin x reader / pull of death

Another oneshot today cause why not.

Dead and his girlfriend climb on the rooftop and soon they talk about death and its meaning

(1218 words)

tw: mentioning of suicide

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Pelle sat in his dimly lit room, surrounded by posters of his favorite black metal bands. His girlfriend, Y/N, watched him curiously as he stared out the window, his eyes reflecting the fading light of the setting sun.

"Pelle, what are you thinking?" she asked, concern etched across her face.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Let's climb onto the roof," he said. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Are you serious? That's insane!"

"That's the fun about it,"

Dead replied, his voice filled with an odd mixture of enthusiasm and darkness. He pushed the window open and began to climb out, his pale figure disappearing onto the rooftop.

Y/N sighed, realizing she had no choice but to follow him. She carefully made her way out of the window, her heart pounding in her chest as the air of the night waved upon her skin. She knew this was a stupid idea, but she wanted to keep an eye on Dead to ensure he didn't do anything too dangerous like jumping. The fear of falling rushed through her veins yet she managed to safely get on top.

They stood side by side on the rooftop, feeling the cool night breeze on their skin. The world stretched out before them, the stars shining brightly in the velvety skye.

"You're absolutely insane, Pelle"

Y/N said, shaking her head.

"What possesses you to do things like this?"

Dead looked at her, his eyes softening for a moment as honesty spoke for him.

"Sometimes, Y/N, I feel like I don't belong in this world. The darkness inside me can be overwhelming, but it's also what fuels my creativity. It's what makes me who I am."

She listened intently, her eyes searching his face for answers. She knew there was a deep pain within him, hidden beneath his enigmatic persona.

"I can't change who I am, Y/N," Dead continued. 

"But when I'm with you, I feel a sense of peace. You ground me, you make me feel alive. And in this moment, with you here beside me, I don't feel alone."

Touched by his vulnerability, she reached out and took his hand in hers.

"You're not alone, Dead. I'll always be here for you, no matter how crazy your ideas are."

He smiled softly, his fingers intertwining with hers. Leaning in, Dead placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the gesture filled with tenderness and gratitude.

As Dead and Y/N sat on the rooftop, their bodies huddled close together, the weight of the night pressed upon them. The conversation shifted to a topic that resonated deeply within Dead's tormented soul

death.

"Y/N" Dead began, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and curiosity,

"have you ever thought about death? About what lies beyond?"

Y/N gazed into Dead's eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding. She knew this topic was a wellspring of complex emotions for him, and she wanted to tread carefully.

"Yes, Pelle" she replied softly, her voice laced with compassion.

"Death is a mysterious and profound concept. It's something we all face, yet it remains shrouded in uncertainty."

A heavy silence hung between them, as if the weight of mortality itself had settled upon their shoulders. Dead's grip on Y/N's hand tightened, seeking solace in her presence.

"I've always had an uneasy relationship with death," Dead confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"Sometimes, I feel its cold embrace beckoning me, whispering its seductive promises. Other times, I'm gripped by an overwhelming fear of the unknown, of what awaits on the other side."

She listened intently, her heart aching for the pain that Death carried within him. The way he let out those words sounded almost as if he planned on finding out, which resulted in her, feeling a wave of uncertainty how to reply. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, her touch serving as an anchor amidst the swirling abyss of his thoughts.

"You're not alone in your contemplations, Pelle" she murmured, her voice steady.

"Many people grapple with the same questions, the same fears. It's a journey we all embark upon, whether we're ready or not."

Dead's gaze turned to the starry sky above, as if seeking answers amidst the celestial tapestry. He was oddly quiet as that was the usual response he would get when asking that question

 "Do you think death is the end,Y/N? Or is there something more?"

She pondered his words for a moment, choosing her response carefully.

"I believe that death is a gateway to something beyond our comprehension. Whether it's an eternal oblivion or a continuation of existence in some form, we can't say for certain. But perhaps, in the face of uncertainty, it's the meaning we find in life that truly matters."

A gentle breeze rustled their hair, as if nature itself whispered its wisdom into their ears. Dead leaned his head against her's, their foreheads touching in a shared moment of contemplation.

"Perhaps you're right," Dead whispered, his voice laden with hidden thoughts of finding out what death actually means. 

"I love you Y/N" he assured her , calming her down to not embrace her to the real thoughts of his. Dead didn't want her to worry  about him.

She smiled, her heart swelling with love for the complex soul beside her. 

"I love you too Pelle."

As the conversation about death subsided, the both of them found themselves yearning for a moment of respite from the weighty topics that had consumed their thoughts. They decided to lie down on the rooftop, their bodies intertwined, seeking comfort and warmth in each other's embrace.

The night sky stretched out above them, a canvas of twinkling stars that seemed to mirror the countless thoughts swirling within Dead's troubled mind. He cradled her close, his arm wrapped protectively around her, cherishing the solace they found in each other's presence.

Y/N nestled her head against Dead's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She could sense the lingering weight of his contemplations, but she respected his need for privacy. With gentle strokes of her hand along his arm, she conveyed her silent support.

The wind whispered softly, carrying their worries away into the vastness of the night. Dead closed his eyes, his mind consumed by thoughts of mortality. He grappled with the darkness that often threatened to consume him, but he couldn't bear to burden her with the depth of his despair.

In that moment, Dead made a silent promise to himself. He vowed to cherish every fleeting breath, to find solace in the moments of light amidst the shadows for every second he spends with his beloved girlfriend. He would guard his thoughts, shield her from the darkest corners of his mind, for her love was a beacon of hope, a reminder of the beauty that still existed within the chaos called life.

Y/N, sensing the weight of Dead's unspoken struggles, pressed herself closer, as if trying to convey her unwavering presence and understanding. She traced delicate patterns on his chest, her touch radiating a soothing warmth that penetrated the layers of his sorrow.

A sense of tranquility settled over them, cocooning them in a bubble of shared affection. They lay there, side by side, hearts beating in sync, finding solace in the simplicity of touch and the profound bond they shared.

As the night deepened, the stars continued to twinkle above, lending a gentle luminescence to their private sanctuary.

For now, they allowed themselves to exist in this tender moment, a sanctuary amidst the uncertainty of life and the haunting specter of death.