#dad! euronymous

[child0feden]

okay so, who do we think is the most likely black metal dad to put one of those children leash and harness on their kid?

part of me wants to say that and older! dad! bård would absolutely have put one on his second daughter because unlike his first, she was not shy and timid as a child at all! she was much more adventurous and could not stand nor sit still to save her life, when she began being able to walk all on her own? it was so beyond over for both of you and you could not take your eyes away from her for even a split second without her running off somewhere but even then, she would probably still find a way to slip away with her silent little toddler steps… obviously this would always cause bård to panic like crazy until he finally found her just a couple feet away from him and thankfully not in any danger! so eventually he just got one of those little leashes for her and he probably felt kind of horrible for making her wear it and his eyes would always soften so much whenever she looked up at him with big sad puppy dog eyes but he seriously cannot handle the panic that losing her for a quick second brings, especially since he is a bit older now! he literally thinks he is having a major heart attack every time she wanders off and the leash just makes him feel more comfortable, it makes him feel more at ease knowing that she is always stuck right by his side…

but then another part of me just thinks he would always hold her in his arms! and what little girl, especially his little girl, does not absolutely adore being held in her fathers arms? or even being sat up on his shoulders and with his height? she absolutely loves being able to sit on his shoulders and make silly faces at whoever he is talking to! being up high on his shoulders also means she gets to see a whole lot more from up above so she does not get bored and want down at all

of course dad! øystein is an automatic child leash user though… that poor man has two devilish twin girls and you seriously think he is not about to use a double leash for them whenever he takes them out? get out of here! that child leash is the greatest purchase he has ever made in his entire life, it saves him from going through so much of the stress and panic that comes with toddlers wandering off in mere seconds and sometimes the sight of his two evil little girls attached to harnesses just kind of makes him laugh… especially when they get all pouty and grumpy because they realise they cannot just run off and away from his side whenever they see something that peaks their interest…

[pinkglittergelpenink]

are you ever so attracted to a character that you cannot watch the movie/tv show they’re in with anyone else because something about them makes you go crazy every time you see them? 🫠🫠

god gives his strongest soldiers (me) his toughest battles (the inability to act normal when i see someone attractive)

[kornbr3ad]

ANIMALS

Euronymous x FEM!Reader

RORY’S PORTRAYAL OF EURONYMOUS! NOT THE REAL ØYSTEIN!!!

YES! ITS BASED OFF THIS SONG BC MY BRAIN GOT A BRILLIANT IDEA! prolly been done b4 somewhere, idk

WARNINGS: Nsfw, smut, oral (f receiving), getting caught, a bit rough, CARRRR SEX!

“Oh Euro! That’s the spot baby!” You cried out, your legs pinned up as he was eating you out. As you moaned out like that, his tongue delved deeper into your wet cunt. That was until you thought you heard a voice saying “Hey!” You tried to get Euronymous to stop, but he didn’t anything, so he just continued licking and sucking on your clit. Then, there was a knock on the window beside you… and it was YOUR PARENTS!

It all began earlier in the day. It was your 1 year anniversary, so Euronymous wanted to do something… special, but your parents wouldn’t let you out because you had family visiting for the weekend. Euronymous had a plan though. He wanted to sneak you out. He had pleaded and basically begged until you agreed. After you had finished dinner, had dessert, and spoken with your family for a bit, you told your parents you were going to bed. You went to your room and set up the fake body in your bed and began to get ready.

Once you had gotten ready, you heard rocks being thrown at your window and could only assume one thing. It was Euronymous. Your room was downstairs, so you snuck out and walked back to his car with him. He drove you to an empty parking lot where teenagers typically snuck to have car sex. Things started to get steamy as you started to kiss, you straddled his lap, grinding against his hard cock.

One thing led to another and his pants were unbuttoned, and his cock was out. Your skirt was hiked up your thighs and your panties were to the side as you rode him. The car filled with the sounds of your moans as the windows fogged up. “Such a naughty girl” he growled, pushing you into the backseat and fucking you from the back. He pushed your face into the plush seat. He gave her ass a harsh slap, his balls smacking against her clit. “What would your parents say if they knew you snuck out so i could fuck you, hmm baby?” He continued his assault on her pussy. You couldn’t even get any words out as he started to rub your clit. “Cum for me, baby girl” He groaned, feeling himself nearing the edge.

“Im cumming” you cried out as your mascara ran down your face and you came around his cock. He pulled out, jerking off until he shot cum all down your arched back. “We’re not done yet.” He muttered, positioning you so that your back was against the car door and your knees were pushed up so that he could devour your soaked cunt.

That’s what got you into the predicament where your parents found you. You squeaked as they knocked on the window, Euronymous immediately sitting up. Your dad jerked the car door open, you almost toppled out into the parking lot. “Y/N! YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE MISSY!” Your mother stated angrily. You attempted to protest but your mom pulled you out of the car and towards hers. “See ya tomorrow baby…” you muttered, being dragged to your mothers car.

[womenloverlmao]

13 Days of Halloween Masterlist

Oct. 19. Charlie Walker X Reader! Reader (fluff)

In which Reader and Charlie get into a dispute over whether a costume was accurate 

Oct. 20. Emily Prentiss X Stripper! Reader (smut) 

In which Reader does a halloween special at her job, but emily can’t get her hands off them and they have to take the night off Oct. 21. Spencer Reid X Horror Fan! Reader (Fluff)

In which Reader is getting ready for Halloween with a bunch of slasher movies and Spencer finds issues in them

Oct 22. Jimmy Bartlett X Reader (Undecided)

In which reader is far more excited for halloween than Jimmy is and they try to get him in the spirit

Oct. 23. Scott Bartlett X Reader (Fluff)

In which reader and Scott carve pumpkins together

Oct. 24. R. Euronymous X Reader (Fluff)

In which reader makes him dress up with them 

Oct. 25. Jasper Hale X Reader X Alice Cullen (Fluff)

In which reader makes their partners watch horror movies with them and they totally don’t end up being the only one scared

Oct. 26. Mom! Emily Prentiss X Mom! Reader (Fluff)

In which Emily comes home to find both Sergio and her baby being coddled and costumed by their mother

Oct. 27. Scott Pilgrim X Reader (Fluff)

In which Scott attempts to tell reader that Ghosts aren't real

Oct. 28. Dad! Spencer Reid X Mom! Reader (Fluff)

In which Spencer has his first halloween with his pumpkin

Oct. 29. Neil Nordegraf X Reader (Fluff)

In which Neil lets reader do a couples costume with him

Oct. 30. Charlie Walker X Reader X Kirby Reed (Smut) 

In which someone decides to bring the Ghostface mask out for halloween

Oct. 31. Aaron Hotchner X Reader (undecided)

In which, no matter how busy they are, Hotch always finds a way to spend time with his lover on their favorite holiday

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 17

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had finally settled into his new apartment and had just gotten off the phone with his dad about the last payment for the record shop. He had decided to step away from focusing on making the next record to follow another one of his passions. Helvete was his new baby and his record label would be working out of the shop to expand the Black Metal genre to as many people as he possibly could.

He sat at his typewriter and placed the photo Y/n had left him with the day they last spoke on the desk to the left. He kept the old photo of himself, Y/n and Pelle just next to that one. The day she slugged him and wrote him off, she probably would have been surprised to know that he kept that photo in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He stared at the photo for a few moments before putting a piece of paper into the type writer.

"Y/n, Please read what I have to say before you toss this into the garbage. I know it's selfish of me to ask for anymore of your time but you have to know that what we had, in the beginning, that was real. All of the moments we shared where I could be myself with you- if I could have lived in those moments again, I wouldn't change a thing. You were right though, we were always doomed to fail. Our paths are just too different. I want to apologize for how I treated you the night you came to the show. I know the first time I watched Dea-"

Oystein pulls a bit of white out from the drawer and covers the beginning of his name before resuming.

"I know the first time I watched Pelle cut his arms, it was fucked up. I had no idea what to do or how to respond to that. Honestly, I've never really experienced anything like that before Pelle. I knew I couldn't let him know that because I feared it would only make him retreat more. Your response to it was normal and I'm sorry I treated you like it wasn't. I also want to apologize for how I reacted to you in the bar that night. I can't pretend I wasn't caught off guard by the guy you walked in with but that is no excuse for how I came at you. In the time that I spent not hearing your voice or seeing your face, I tried to block out all the things you made me feel. I tried to chalk it up to us being too different or this life scaring you away but that day after Pelle killed himself...I know I fucked up Y/n. I regret everything I've ever said or done that has hurt you even for a second because the only hurt you ever caused me was my own fault."

Oystein sat back in the chair, reading over what he had already written and felt incredibly vulnerable. A part of him really hopes she just trashes the letter and doesn't even bother reading it.

"I've decided to take a step back to focus more on other passions. I have started my own record label and will be operating it out of that corner shop down from Hammed's shop. I know you probably think I've done this to torment you but I've had my eye on that store for years. I want to take the creation of Black Metal and show people what it can truly be. Not all that extra, commercialized bullshit that people think it is now. I've always wanted to do this but I want to show people what we worked so hard on, what Pelle and I worked so hard on."

Oystein looked at the photo again and wished Pelle could have been here for the birth of Helvete. He thinks that a safe haven where he would never be alone is something that could have saved him.

"I know I'm just saying a lot of things that don't really mean shit to you but you were a big part of what kept me believing in myself. I hope maybe you'll give it a second chance and stop by the shop. I would love for you to see what I've created and give you a new look at what I love so much instead of wishing for its demise. I know it will never be what it was before but I feel a piece of me will always be tethered to wanting what could have been between us."

Oystein hated everything he wrote almost immediately but he couldn't just keep starting over. He wanted to send this letter before the shop actually opened in case she decided to show up and put him on blast.

"I know you'll probably always hate me and I understand why you do. I just hope you'll find a small place for me in your heart to at least try and be a better person in your eyes. Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I'm not the heartless monster you think I am."

He read it one last time before pulling it from the typewriter and signing the bottom of it. He would never admit that he actually followed her home one night just to have her address to send her this letter. He would take that to the grave. He knew this was a bad idea but he desperately needed something to keep him grounded. The nightmares he had after Pelle were unbearable. He had never been afraid of dwelling in the darkness until Pelle killed himself. Now he was worried he would sink into the darkness never to be found again. He wanted Y/n to be the one who kept him from losing himself entirely.

yours, Øystein 

[amayalul]

masterlist of fics i love & recommend

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

contains some smut 18+, fluff, angst - MDNI

smut - angst - fluff

princess and the vampire all the best in pink (sequel) by blueberrypancakesworld

my own works

ghost x sunny (OC)

rory culkin & characters:

mean girl x euronymous by insxghtt

COD:

T141 opposite occupations by mistydeyes

moving in w/ ghost by rileyslibrary

5 reasons you've cried while pregnant (ghost) by gh0stlyfixation

konig w/ a petite s/o by sweet-as-an-angel

an unlikely duo by rileyslibrary

captain price w/ his 2 gremlin children by neimlise

ghost & peppa (the dog) by rileyslibrary

sparring w/ ghost

sparring w/ ghost pt.2 by lunarw0rks

sex pollen - konig by yawnderu

showtime - keegan p. russ by yawnderu

pedro pascal & characters:

will add soon

jeremy allen white & characters:

asshole to the world but not the girl by thebearer

college friends to lovers (w/ future dad! lip) by thebearer

evan peters & characters:

will add soon

metallica:

will add soon

slashers:

will add soon

- pm me if u want your fic to be taken down, no worries! -

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH32 🎶 Viper Room - Thornhill 🎶

T/W - smut

I sat on the couch, anxiously twirling a loose string from my cardigan. I think my Dad could tell I was nervous. He sat in the armchair, glancing over at me, slight amusement playing on his expression as he sipped his beer. I'd come home from Øystein's house the other day practically floating. Erik had noticed and I'd confided in him that Øystein and I had become exclusive. He immediately told our Dad, who requested he spend time with the family since things were 'getting serious'.

Erik's loud footsteps began thundering down the staircase just as a knock sounded on the front door. Before I could jump up, Erik was already there, opening the door to greet Øystein.

"Hey, man." Erik smirked and Øystein returned one - both of them acknowledging the slight awkwardness of the situation. I walked over, greeting him with a nervous smile as I took his arm. My Dad approached and held out his hand, unable to hide his amused smile. "Hello, Sir." I'd never heard Øystein sound so formal. I wanted to laugh, but the anxiety swirling in my stomach didn't allow it. "Øystein. Nice to see you again, son." Dad nodded as Øystein shook his hand with a smile.

"You, as well. Thanks for having me." I knew he'd be polite - he always was with my Dad the few times I'd seen them interact. But still, I was relieved.

"Pizza will be here in a minute." Dad told us, heading back over to his seat.

Erik eyed me and I rolled my eyes. I knew he could tell I'd been nervous - he found it hilarious. I guided Øystein to the kitchen and handed him a beer.

"Got any soda?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder at my Dad watching the TV. I laughed a little, surprised to see him turn down the beer.

"You can have a beer." I assured him, but he shook his head a little. "I'd rather not around your Dad." I smiled, realising just how silly I'd been to worry. He was clearly on his best behaviour. I handed him a soda and took one for myself while grabbing Dad another beer.

We sat down together and my Dad and Øystein began talking about the Volvo. Pizza arrived and I placed the boxes on the coffee table. We ate with the tv on. The Volvo talk eventually lead to car talk, which somehow turned into music gear talk. I sat in mostly silence, only commenting occasionally as I watched them laughing, deep in conversation. Erik and I exchanged glances a few times. I could tell he was pleased that Øystein was making an effort. He'd even made sure to laugh at my Dads jokes - I could tell it was put on, but I thought it was adorable how sweet he was being.

Somehow, two hours had flown by and my Dad was ready to start turning in.

"Don't be a stranger." He'd told him before patting him on the back. "Are you kids staying in tonight?" He wondered at the foot of the stairs. I went to respond, but Øystein replied before I could. "Actually, Sir, I was hoping to take Elsie out for ice cream." Dad nodded approvingly, shooting me a quick look that said 'I approve' with his eyes before he left upstairs.

I turned to Øystein, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Ice cream, huh?" I smiled and he leant down, lips meeting mine. I hated that I'd been with him for hours and this was the first time we'd kissed. He tasted like soda and I absentmindedly deepened the kiss. His arms snaked around me and I let my tongue trace his bottom lip lightly.

Erik cleared his throat from the couch. I'd completely forgotten he was still there. I rolled my eyes, pulling away.

"Goodnight, loser." I glared at him playfully as I grabbed my jacket, Øystein following.

"Night, bitch." He replied as we left. We climbed into the Volvo and he turned down the heavy music.

"So, I kinda lied about the ice cream." He confessed, glancing at me with that heart melting half smile he had.

"Aw, but I really felt like licking something." I bit my lip teasingly, leaning over and placing my hand on his leg. I swear I saw his cheeks turn red as he stifled a laugh - but I felt him tense under my touch slightly.

"Well that can definitely be arranged," he closed the distance between our faces and let his tongue dart around my mouth softly as he held my cheek for a minute.

"Later." He smiled and I smirked, sighing dramatically as I buckled my seat belt.

"Alright, Aarseth - where are you taking me then?"

"Back to mine." He smiled.

We entered his apartment and I tossed my jacket on the kitchen counter. Immediately, I felt his hands on my waist as he held me from behind, nuzzling his face into my neck. I giggled as he nibbled my neck playfully.

"Movie?" He mumbled against my skin. "I'll make the popcorn."

We sat on the couch, his arm around me as we watched the movie he'd picked out - some horror film. We were giggling at the over the top gore as his phone rang. He sighed, and I purposely leaned into him in an attempt to stop him from moving.

"Okay, asshole." He laughed, easily sliding out from under me.

"Hello?" He answered. From there, it didn't take much to figure out it was Varg. I sat, anxiously and intently listening to Øystein's side of the call before he eventually hung up. He hung up and sat with his back to me for a while. I bit my lip, unsure whether to break the silence or not. He was obviously frustrated and annoyed - I didn't want to make it worse.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered, finally standing up. He paced, running his hands through his hair. His glasses framed his concerned eyes and I approached him, placing my hands on his chest gently. I could feel his heart pounding.

"Whatever's going on - it'll be okay." I felt helpless, but I wanted to comfort him. He shook his head.

"He's going to fuck everything up. He wants to go to the press about The Black Circle - says it's the next level." He bit his thumb nail and pulled away from me, continuing to pace. I felt heavy dread in my stomach, like a boulder.

"The cops are already watching the store - I can feel it." He was shaking slightly and I could see panic setting in. I stopped him, taking his face in my hands.

"Hey, just look at me for a second." I kept my voice soft and calm, despite not feeling it. He took a deep breath and met my gaze.

"It'll be okay. I know it will." I assured him, pecking my lips to his nose lightly. He sighed and nodded. I could tell he was still anxious but he calmed slightly under my touch.

We stared at each other for a few moments before I smiled softly. He closed the distance and pressed his lips to mine gently, but quickly deepened the kiss with a sudden desperation. His hands pressed into the small of my back, pulling me closer as my hands rested on his neck. His tongue traced my bottom lip before penetrating my mouth. I knew he wanted a distraction, and I was happy to be that for him. I moaned slightly as one of his hands slid under my shirt and pinched my bare nipple. He took that as encouragement, pinching harder and twisting slightly as I gasped. I got the sudden urge to take a little more control than usual. I wanted to make him feel better.

I broke away from him and shoved him a little. He chuckled, looking surprised.

"Sit down." I instructed. He looked at me blankly for a moment before he caught on and sat on the couch. He pushed his glasses up before resting his hands on his legs. I bit my lip and slowly took my shirt off, tossing it to him. He smirked and threw it aside as he watched my hands massage my breasts. I faced away from him as I slid my shorts down, leaving me in only a black thong. turned just in time to see him swallow a lump in his throat before I stalked over to him slowly.

I sat on his lap and took his hands, resting them on my breasts as he kissed my shoulder, then my neck, letting his hands grope and play with me as he pleased. I felt his dick stiffen under his sweatpants and grinded my hips lightly. He moaned slightly at the friction and trailed his right hand down my stomach, where he began rubbing my clit through the wet fabric.

He nipped at the soft spot on my shoulder where it became my neck and I whimpered softly. Suddenly, he ripped the thong to the side and I gasped, feeling his calloused fingers stroking my pussy before shoving inside of me and hastily pumping.

"Fuck," I groaned, involuntarily leaning forward. He took the opportunity - fingers suddenly disappearing and his hand on the back on my neck, roughly pushing me forward. He steadied me, easing my face to the floor, but holding me there lightly.

"Ass up." He demanded, his husky voice would have made my knees weak if I were standing.

I positioned myself accordingly, all the while his hand remained on my neck, holding me down. I felt his other hand grope my ass tightly before he spanked me, sending a sharp sound echoing through the apartment as I gasped. He rubbed the sore spot lightly before he brought his hand back again - another crack as his palm met my flesh hastily. I whimpered, feeling the wetness at my core begin to drip between my thighs.

Without warning, he shoved his fingers deep inside of me and began forcefully pumping them in and out with long strokes.

"Fucking whore. You like that?" The hand on my neck caringly stroked the hair away from my face. Despite the degrading words, his voice was soft. The contrast only made me wetter as I continued to whimper.

"Shh, you're doing so good." He praised me and I felt my heart skip.

He grabbed my waist suddenly and positioned himself behind me, rubbing his cock along my wet slit just once before stretching me open. I moaned in relief at the feeling of his cock finally inside me. He kept his hand on my back, to steady himself and keep me bent downwards as he bucked his hips harder, getting deeper. I couldn't contain myself as I moaned, begged and encouraged him - my voice shaky from the brutal force he was using. Out of breath, he slowed for a moment and I tightened my pussy around him, relishing in the intense feeling of his cock.

"Feel good, baby?" I moaned in response and he chuckled darkly. "You're so good at taking my cock, Angel." Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I felt his wet thumb glide over my asshole lightly, toying with it and applying a slight pressure. I groaned, pushing back and granting him entrance.

"Fucking slut... you wanna be filled, huh?" His thrusts got faster again and I felt my eyes roll back into my head. Without warning, I felt my pussy convulse around his cock, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I screamed.

"Shh, shh... that's it baby." He slowed his pace, his sultry voice comforting as I numbed out slightly from the intensity of my orgasm.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around a chunk of my hair and he guided my head up as I winced. He stood in front of me, his other hand stroking his cock firmly. I drooled at the sight and he smirked. "You hungry?" He positioned his cock in front of my face and I eagerly parted my lips, sticking out my tongue as the salty tip glided slowly into my mouth. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he watched me take the full length of his cock down my throat, tasting myself on him.

"O-ohh, yeah..." he moaned and I sucked, bobbing my head as my tongue flicked around him. His hand was still tangled in my hair, guiding me slightly as he thrusted his hips toward my face. It took everything in me not to gag as my watery eyes looked up at him. He was looking at me so lovingly - in total awe as his other hand gripped my jaw lightly.

"Gonna let me paint your pretty face? You want that, right, baby?" His whisper was breathy and I nodded slightly, gasping for air at every chance I got as I moaned on his cock. His thrusts grew steadier as he used my mouth to chase his orgasm. Both his hands moved and gripped around my neck as he applied a slight pressure to the sides. I wanted to cum all over him again, but I wanted to taste him more.

Our eyes met and he groaned. A couple more thrusts and I felt his hot load shoot at the back of my throat. He pulled out and held his cock steady as he painted warm cum all over my face. My breath was shaky as he rode out his wave of pleasure, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You are so fucking beautiful." His thumb spread some of the cum over my cheek and I blushed, too exhausted to even smile as I swallowed.

He met me on the floor and pulled me into him, spooning me as we caught our breath and relaxed into each other.

"You should get upset more often." I joked. He chuckled slightly. "I hope you feel better." My voice was weak and he buried his face softly into my neck.

"I'm sorry that was so... intense. Are you okay?" He mumbled, running his fingers across my arm gently.

"Yeah, I'm ... more than okay." I laughed a little, aware of the pool of juices that covered my face and thighs.

"Thank you for taking care of me." I whispered. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel vulnerable after that session, but I still felt amazing, and more importantly - safe.

"I'll always take care of you, Peach." He kissed my bare shoulder tenderly and I focused on my breathing to calm my heart rate.

[lords-of-mayhem]

hey all im saying is that if you write a thesis about how loc made you unwell i would read the hell out of it

like ik how it personally is making me worse, i need to know what its doing to others desperately

Okay, so. I'm gonna just throw all my thoughts that I currently have here. No promises on how coherent I'll be.

A lot of it is just based off of how violence is portrayed in the movie.

The parallels and foreshadowing in this movie fucks me up so much.

The scene of Euronymous simply saying "Scorpions?" to Varg and walking away from him paralleled by him telling Varg later, "I attracted people by saying you can't have this, you're not worthy."

Euronymous saying "nothing could stop me" cut immediately by Varg staring in the mirror???

The way Euronymous gives a speech that Varg overhears in the restaurant that Varg later parallels in the bar, trying to get the same adoration and it just doesn't happen?? Ough

Euronymous: We're not just a fucking metal band. I'm sick of all those speed and death metal bands, all that Swedish shit. All they do is celebrate life and party, they should just call it life metal. We play black metal, true Norwegian black metal. Varg: Exactly, posers claiming to be Satanists when all they wanna do is drink beer and have a good time. I hate that, all those death metal kids with their stupid Morbid Angel t-shirts. Making a trend out of something that was meant to instill fear.

Also I know I've said this before, but SOMEBODY in production has a blood kink. I refuse to believe otherwise.

There are at least 15 separate shots of men with blood splattered across their faces in this movie. I didn't even carefully examine every scene, I just kind of skimmed through the parts I knew of right off. (The show scene, Faust's murder, etc.)

And the way blood/violence is presented is so horny for no reason?? Like Occultus having his mouth wide open while Pelle's blood is actively pouring onto his face? This????

Who asked for this? ^^^^

Another thing is the parallels between Pelle and Ann-Marit. I KNOW I've gone on and on, but it fucks me up. There was no reason she needed to look so similar, down to their outfits being similar.

The multiple shots of Varg ass naked and fucking?? (This caught me so by surprise the first time I saw this movie, like why did they need to do that lol)

Euronymous pinning Manheim down while he encourages Necro to cut him? Lives in my head rent free.

The pure sexual tension in the Varg/Euro church burning scene. Like they had a cute little date and then the most homoerotic stare-downs ever. The way they smile at each other and the little hug :(

Then this gay shit

On the note of gay shit, there's not a single reason why Faust needed to touch Occultus as much as he did, yet here we are.

On the topic of Faust, there was also not a single reason why he needed to double take watching Euronymous piss. (keep your eyes to yourself girlie <3)

Emory Cohen also being so phenomenal at expressions really fucked me up in this movie, particularly him breaking up with Euro and him killing him later. He's so talented and it makes me so insane

Emory Cohen in general is just such a fantastic pick for this role, he's hands down my favorite casting. He's similar enough (especially irl Varg's arrogance that he captures) while also making the character his own is such a good mix. Plus, knowing that having a Jewish actor playing him pissed irl Varg off is a bonus.

Side note, but Pelle's dad leaving that voicemail while he was killing himself? It gets to me, man. It gets to me. (And while we're on the topic of parents, Faust's mom yelling in the background while he's getting arrested? Oh lord)

The Varg/Euro tension while they played with Atilla??? Hello???

Blackthorn decorating Varg's room for when the interviewers come by is also something I think about a lot. It doesn't fuck me up in the same way the others do, but I love that little scene. And him offering tea at possibly the worst time

They were sharing the same brain cell in this scene fr

The ending will always fuck me up the most. The shots of them all having fun intercut with Varg/Blackthorn/Faust getting arrested, Euronymous' memorial, etc. If you want to be really emotionally unwell, I highly suggest listening to this while watching it.

Everyone's reactions were sooooo good too

If you want something depressing to think about too, you can think about the fact Necrobutcher was probably just finally moving on from Pelle's death, only for Euronymous to die as well.

[child0feden]

DAD AU TIMELINE

well… here is the rough timeline and some kind of terrible moodboards! again, the kids names are used here but i will never use them in my works just in case you guys do not like them! of course this is not all of the dads but if you guys like this i could make a part two! had to use a white border on the øystein one because i hit the picture limit… arghhh! also i ended up giving bård another baby hehe <3

CALLIOPE AND CASPER OHLIN

♡ calliope ohlin was your first child and she was born when you guys were 21!

୨୧ pelle was still in mayhem but after your sudden and unexpected pregnancy, he got much better at controlling his self harm and knew he wanted to be here to meet your child, wanted to be here to meet his child, he knew he needed to be here to support you and knew that maybe, this was a new leaf to turn even if he was so deeply afraid! he stayed in mayhem but did move out of shared band house after the news of your pregnancy and the two of you moved into a small, cozy little one bedroom apartment, it served well enough housing, at least until the baby got older and needed her own room…

♡ casper ohlin was your second child and he was born when you guys were 25!

୨୧ pelle and you planned to have your second child, as previously mentioned in moon in the mist! he knew he wanted to his little girl to have siblings just as he had, knew he wanted her to have a lifelong friend, someone who she could protect and someone who would look up to her! but pelle also knew that he was not about to purposely bring another child into this world when the two of you were still living in the one bedroom apartment so you waited until the two of you had a little house with two sizeable bedrooms, purchased outright with saved up funds from mayhem record sales and the help of his parents who were more than happy to help out, especially if it meant getting more grandchildren…

dad! pelle who makes traditional swedish cinnamon rolls for you and his children!

he makes them whenever he feels like it, not just for special occasions or anything like that! he never found himself to be a great cook, the only recipe he could ever remember was cinnamon rolls, it was the only thing he could really supply you with when you were pregnant and craving something so warm, sweet and sickly in the middle of the dark, cold nights! now, he bakes them for the babies too! well, when they’re old enough anyways… he gets more confident in his baking skills when he sees your children stuffing their faces with the sweet treats, watching with a small smile as your daughter holds her sticky hand up to offer him half of the baked good, sulking and putting on her best puppy eyes when he tries to refuse a bite since he still struggles just a little with eating… but who is he to deny your daughter? you and your children truly are the only people who have ever made him comfortable in things, made him comfortable and genuinely happy in his life…

SELENE AND SYLVI EITHUN

♡ selene eithun was your first child and she was born when you guys were 18!

୨୧ bård definitely did not plan on having children this young and neither did you! it was an entirely unexpected pregnancy that likely came from unprotected drunk sex after a concert, a birth control mishap or even a condom split! though just because it was an unexpected pregnancy does not mean it was unwanted, especially when it came to bård! well, of course he was slightly terrified and panicked when you first showed him the positive pregnancy test, of course he was worried about how young the two of you were and how his only real income was any emperor sales and the government pay he got but he was extremely quick to come around to the idea of having a baby, of having his own child with you! his fears were almost entirely swallowed up by excitement as he wondered who your baby would look more like, what they would sound like, what their first word would be and all of that…

♡ sylvi eithun was your second child and she was born when you guys were 32!

୨୧ bård knew he wanted one more child with you, at the very least! if we go down the route of him ending up imprisoned just months after selene was born, he just hated how much he missed out on with his first little girl… hated how he missed her first steps and her first word, hated how every time you brought her to visit him she seemed to have grown so much within just weeks… he knew having another baby would not just evaporate all of his regret, his want to have a second child was not just a selfish need to experience all of these things he missed out on by his own fault but he just knew it would be nice to be able to experience it, he remembered how much he loved caring for you during your first pregnancy, thought back on how much your small shared apartment felt like a family home in the days after you brought selene home from the hospital! bård knew he was not just going to forget selene and shove her aside for his second baby after he got out of prison and you fell pregnant again, she would always be his first baby, the first person aside from you who ever made him feel so full of love! the excitement he once again felt rising in himself when you presented a positive pregnancy test to him in your shared bedroom of your new house just days after he was released from prison was oh so familiar, so consistent with the excitement he felt when you were pregnant with selene all those years ago…

dad! bård who buys his six year old daughter, sylvi, so many toffee apples for halloween and freaks out a little when her first baby tooth falls out due to getting stuck in the sticky toffee!

of course, he knows that baby teeth are supposed to come out, he knows they are bound to come out! he remembers all those times when he was in prison and selene would visit with you, proudly showing off the tiny gaps and telling him all about how much money she had managed to score from the tooth fairy, he remembered how you would throw a smirk and a playful eye roll his way when she mentioned the tooth fairy! but he had never experienced it before as a parent, he had never seen it happen first hand… he was so spooked when he heard slyvi let out a whimper and go completely quiet from her once loud rambles around a mouthful of apple, quickly darting his eyes to where she sits on the couch and feeling panic rise in his chest when he sees her holding a small hand to her mouth, sees some slight red on her skin, his mind just shoots to the worst possible scenario as he rushes over to her and crouches down to be eye to eye… it’s only when he looks down at the sweet apple still grasped in her free hand that he sees the tiny white tooth lodged in the golden toffee, only when he sees that is when he begins to calm his mind and realise that it is certainly not as serious as it seems, letting out a relieved sigh as he asks her to move her hand so that he can see her mouth, speaking in such a soft and warm tone as to keep her calm, already seeing some salty water building in her wide eyes, threatening to spill over! only when she hears her fathers soft voice asking to see her mouth is when she’ll move her hand down, allowing him to coo quietly and assure her that everything is okay as he checks over her mouth, seeing the gap now in place between her baby teeth before he stands up from his crouches position and sits beside her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and pressing a kiss to her head as he explains to her what happened, telling her all about how she’s growing up now… how another tooth will begin to come in and fill the empty space! his small smile slowly grows as he watches the tears in her eyes disappear, as he watches her own small smile spread across her face at the thought of being a big girl now! when you and selene arrive home from shopping and spot them on the couch, bård is quick to explain what happened to you whilst letting you take sylvi from his arms, checking her over quickly for yourself whilst he talks to selene about what she got from shopping…

TOPAZ, TARA AND SEREN SKJELLUM

♡ topaz skjellum was your first child and she was born when you guys were 20!

୨୧ ted really just always wanted children with you and all of your children were very much planned, yes even at the young age of twenty! he just loved the idea of a domestic life with you, the idea of having children with you and loving them, raising them… ted knew you were the one and that he wanted children with you within just over a year of dating! he knew you would make a beyond perfect mother, knew that you were the mother he wanted for his children! he was very much open about his desire for children with you and would casually bring it up to you before bed or over dinner and when you agreed? telling him that you would love nothing more than to have a baby with him… especially since you guys were already living in a house, a sizeable little home buried deep in the thick norwegian woods! not to mention that money was not a huge problem at all? he was ecstatic and wanted to get right to baby making, despite being quite young, he was just so… beyond excited at the thought of having a baby with you, of watching your baby grow up and explore the world around her…

♡ tara skjellum was your second child and she was born when you guys were 21!

୨୧ ted just absolutely adored life with you and topaz, adored how maternal you were, how beautiful you looked cradling your baby, his baby and just one short month after giving birth to topaz, you were pregnant once again with tara and the two of you could not have been happier that she would be growing up right alongside her sister, so close in age…

♡ seren skjellum was your third child and she was born when you guys were 32!

୨୧ ted was beyond happy with just topaz and tara for a long time, he was content with the two of them and you but when he got older, as he watched his first two babies grow up and slowly spread their wings… he knew he wanted just one last baby, knew he wanted to experience all of those baby things once more and knew that now was almost the perfect time since the two of you had moved into a slightly bigger house and darkthrone sales were doing amazing… when he approached you with the idea of having one last baby, you could only ever agree, you knew how much he loved being a father, how much he loved raising his babies and teaching them about the world! since your first two girls were so close in age, topaz never really got a chance to be an older older sister but now, both her and tara would get the experience of being older sisters, of getting to have a baby sister to play with and dress up, to protect and love…

dad! ted who had a christmas baby with you!

it was seren, your last born baby together… she was born in the early, early hours of christmas morning with snow slowly fluttering down from the sky and gently tapping against the thick glass of the hospital windows, she was the best christmas gift both you and ted could ever, ever ask for… the most beautiful christmas gift you would ever, ever receive and the most treasured christmas gift you would ever, ever have in your lives! christmas days after she was born become so much more special to the two of you, with her birthday being on the same exact day, ted takes the chance to spoil her rotten with double the gifts! of course he knows that spoiling your children is not good for them which is why he does not do it all the time, only when they really deserve it or for special occasions like birthdays and christmas, only then does he spoil them with everything they could ever ask for… ted just absolutely loves cuddling up on the couch with you on christmas morning, your children sitting comfortably on the rug in front of the fireplace as it steadily crackles and pops, the flames warming you as your children constantly look up at you and ted, excitedly showing off what they got…

ALVA AND AUDRA AARSETH

♡ alva and audra aarseth are identical twin girls and they were born when you guys were 23!

୨୧ euronymous honestly kind of really wanted kids with you! i mean, i don’t believe your twin girls were totally planned but i feel like he secretly really wondered what a domestic life with you would be like whilst still being in mayhem, still being involved in the black metal scene… he had common, reoccurring dreams about teaching his child to play the guitar, teaching them all about his favourite bands and his favourite movies! but he would never admit this to you and would keep his act of just kind of disliking children up all the way until you fell pregnant! only after you tell him that you’re pregnant is when he will soften a whole lot at the mention of children, at the mention of how far along you are and when it turned out to be twins? he was certainly terrified, beyond terrified but again, he kept up an act of confidence and actually often bragged about it, bragged about how he basically knocked you up twice in one! his smug attitude is so strong around your shred friends but when the two of you are just relaxing in your shared apartment, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, he is a lot less smug and much more soft with his hand gently stroking your rounded stomach and talking to his babies, trying overly hard to get them to kick at the sound of his voice! the two of you were already living together in a pretty sizeable apartment in oslo but he did end up selling helvete around a month into your pregnancy, realising how much the rent was truly costing him and how little he was getting in return! he knew he had a more important priority now, he knew he wanted that money to go towards his babies…

dad! euronymous who stops dying his hair after his babies are born!

because his girls came out looking like his twins, they were born with his natural blonde hair! at first, he just kind of did not have time to re-dye his hair black between caring for you after you had just given birth and between looking after your newborn babies! he was just too tired and too strung out with all of his newfound duties as a father, too busy getting used to this new chapter of his life, he just did not have the time to even think about buying and using more black hair dye when his blonde starting coming through… when he eventually does have the spare time to think about it, to see how his hair has almost completely reverted back to the natural blonde colour, you manage to talk him out of dyeing it again by showing him how much his little girls look like him with their blonde hair, showing him how he so obviously looks like their father and that is enough to sway him away from the black hair dye! seeing how much his twin girls look like him just makes him so full of love, so full of pride and happiness… not to mention some more smug attitude as he shoves it in your face, shoves their resemblance to him all in your face, lovingly…

[askhuntersylvester]

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[runthepockets]

I was watching Lords of Chaos around this time last year. It's about what you expect. Idk why the movie exists, everyone who still cares about those bands has the fuckin story tattooed to the inside of their eyelids, and to outsiders it just reads as a really weird and cruel rehashing of some obscure thing between a bunch of dudes in the 90s. But one thing I will say they did really well was the portrayal of Dead's suicide. It wasn't a cool or glamorous thing, it was very graphic and nerve wracking and devastating. There's a part where he goes to his phone to check his answering machine and it's a message from his dad congratulating him for getting into his university of choice, and it really solidifies the grim finality of what he's doing. You genuinely feel confused and upset when Euronymous' immediate instinct is to start taking pictures of dude's corpse and collecting little pieces of his slaughtered skull to show off to his buddies.

It's crazy how the suicide of one really weird, genuinely mentally ill dude changed the trajectory of an entire music scene forever. Like, before any of that shit with him went down, it was just a bunch of pretentious nerds who were all bark, no bite. The reason Dead was as popular as he was among all those dudes in the first place is because they thought he was playing up an image like the rest of them, walking around naked in the woods and talking about feeling like a vampire and a corpse and what have you, it fused perfectly with the general aesthetic and machismo that everyone was trying to put on, and it's really sad in retrospect. Dude really just needed a solid support group, therapy, and anti psychotics, and instead all he got was a bunch of weird shitty nerds enabling his antics. It reminded me of that Always Sunny episode where Mac and Charlie won't shut up about Psycho Pete, who you assume is some cannibalistic sociopath, until he actually shows up in an episode and is just some anxious, mild mannered, mentally ill dude trying his best.

And the entire core of Black Metal has more or less revolved around this attitude for like, 30 years now. It's crazy. Even now when you ask people about metal, they think about white supremacist dudes burning churches. It's all so stagnant, it's fascinating. If Death Metal, Hardcore, Grindcore, Sludge, and Doom Metal are all encompassing of everything I actually really admire about white masculinity and enjoy putting my own spin on in my day to day life, Black Metal is all encompassing of everything I hate about it, and why it tends to flounder and fall apart on deeper introspection as often as it does. It's really a shame, cus a lot of second wave BM is really fucking good, a lot of those dudes are genuinely talented individuals. But holy shit.

[sorrowandpride]

Why does nobody talk about the fact that Øystein had a TEENY LITTLE ITTY BITTY BABY SNEK that looked like a corn snake (or at least a colubrid)?

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 19

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

For the first few months of the shop being open, there had been complaints about noise, property damage, lewd acts and even some random garbage fires. The neighbors were too afraid to call the police but they had no problem complaining amongst themselves. Oystein had called Hammed about setting up an account that way he could get daily deliveries but told him he would only tip double if Y/n was the one to deliver it. Hammed agreed without hesitation but reminded Oystein she still gets to decide if she's going to do the deliveries.

The first week she left the food on the step of the shop and or had someone who was going in give it to Oystein. She was later informed Hammed had to dock her pay because Oystein wasn't receiving his orders. As much as she wanted to go into the shop and beam his order at him, cursing him out. She decided that she would play this game.

She walked into the shop to see he had three customers standing at the counter. She waited for the business to be done and he smirked at her as she approached.

"I see you finally made it in again. I told Hammed that I missed some orders." Oystein explained.

"Yeah he docked my pay. Sorry you didn't get the food I very clearly place on the step and made eye contact with you." Y/n gave a fake smile and Oystein nodded.

"I'm sorry to hear that but it is your job to hand deliever the food, isn't it." She stared at him for a few seconds before walking closer and sticking the food out.

"Yes, yes it is. Here is your food." She place the food in his hands and he smiled.

"Come on Y/n. This can't be that bad. I doubled the tip, doesn't that count for something?" Oystein asked wishing she would let her guard down just slightly.

"Listen, my only job is to make sure that bag of food gets into your hands. You don't double tip for me to stick around and have conversations with you." Y/n explained with a smile.

"What if I tripled it?" He tested.

"As long as your names on the check and not your dad's." She leaned over the counter towards him. He was speechless. No one could cut him up like Y/n. She smirked knowing she had won this round and left the store. Every day she brought him his food, she made sure to put it in his hands or sit it in front of him. She wasn't going to get docked again and she refused to let his comments bother her.

Whenever he tried to start a conversation or make a snarky comment, she would make sure to knock something over or flip a record around knowing he would have to come around the counter just to fix it. She knew it annoyed him. Truth was, he accepted it. All he wanted was to interact with her.

"Hey did you see Enrich sweet talking the shop girl Euro is obsessed with?" Faust leaned against the counter talking to a customer and Oystein took his headphones off.

"Speak freely, asshole. What was that?" He challenged seeing the guy put his hands up.

"Hey man I'm just looking out for you. He's been pushing up on that sandwich shop chick that brings your lunch every day. He's trying to get signed by you." He could feel Faust's eyes on him.

"Wouldn't make much sense to do that if he wanted to get signed." Faust said blowing the guy off and telling him to take a hike. Oystein made a mental note of the interaction and keep his eyes out for whoever this Enrich guy was. She pushed the door open and he leaned back in his chair. She tossed the bag on the counter and gave him the finger before spinning on her heel and heading right back out the door.

"I can see why you like her." Faust croaked making Oystein roll his eyes. He was the only one who was there enough to see the on goings of their complicated connection. He never really

Today his order was running late. He had walked to the door ready to head to the shop and pick it up but he noticed Y//n was actually talking to someone. It was a guy who had come into his shop often looking for records. Nothing truly standout about the guy but he knew he didn't like her talking to other metal heads. He gave her a side hug letting her before she started towards the door. Oystein walked back around the counter so she wouldn't see him and tried to play it cool.

"You're late." He said taking the bag.

"Take it out of my tip." She said quickly.

"What tip?" That caught her attention. She turned slowly and looked at him. He opened the bag and sighed.

"It's cold now. I'm considering a refund and you're worried about a tip?" Oystein slid the bag back towards her and she glanced at Faust who looked away quickly.

"Today is not the day. Don't fuck with me-" She started.

"Look the shop is literally five minutes away. Don't get pissy at me because you can't walk a bag five minutes without it getting cold." Oystein knew he was being a prick but he was salty. She was talking to people who frequented his establishment, who wanted to be signed to his label and she thought he would just be okay with it? Not a chance. He was in fact petty.

Y/n snatched the bag off the counter, cussing under her breath. Oystein and Faust shared a look and they both chuckled.

She returned 10 minutes later with another bag that was not only hot but free according to the note on it from Hammeed. She pulled bills from her pocket and slapped it on the counter.

"You can keep the tip." Oystein said but she laughed.

"Oh no this time you can keep it. Use it. Take it to store and get a razor. You look like a vampiric pedophile, you fucking clown." Y/n seethed before giving Faust the finger.

"You're welcome for the free show." She left the shop annoyed and Faust laughed.

"She might actually kill you." He shrugged sitting in front of the TV once more and Oystein shook his head.

"Probably." Oystein whispered taking his food into his office.

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lol judging u also faust out with the kids varg and euronymous OR 2 dads out with their metalhead son who'd rather watch horror movies than be there with his dads

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH29 🎶 Lucky - Bif Naked 🎶

T/W - violence, homicide, mature themes

"Dad, I'm heading out." I called, jogging down the stairs. He was sitting on the couch as I looked over at him. He didn't acknowledge me - his attention was glued to the TV. I walked over and sat on the couch to watch the News with him, glancing at him. His expression was grim.

"Police are asking anyone with information to come forward."

The segment changed and I turned to my Dad.

"What is it?" He shook his head and wiped his face with his hands. "A man was found dead, stabbed thirty-seven times in Lillehammer's Olympic Park." My eyes widened.

"Thirty-seven?" He nodded.

"Lars from work - it was his brother." He frowned. "Poor guy is beside himself. They have no idea who did it."

"Is there anything we can do to help him?" I shook my head, thinking of the pain that family must be experiencing.

"I've given him some time off. I imagine he just needs some time to process right now." He stood and headed to the stairs. I followed. "Give him a hug for me when you see him next." I requested, grabbing my jacket.

"I love you, I'll see you tomorrow." He pulled me in for a tight hug. "Be safe, kiddo. Too many psychos playing God around here these days." He muttered. I smiled reassuringly at him.

"I'll be safe, I promise."

I walked into Helvete and was met with Faust, Varg and Øystein abruptly looking at me, as if I'd just interrupted a top secret meeting. "Hey," I started, suddenly anxious. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later." Øystein licked his lips before motioning his head toward his office before he glanced back at the other two and whispered something. I followed him into the office, ignoring Varg's cold glare boring into the back of my head.

Øystein looked a little on edge. I touched his arm lightly and searched his face, but he avoided my gaze - as if he were lost in thought.

"What's going on?" I was concerned, but he shook his head and forced a small smile.

"Nothing, just talking about ideas for the new album." He lied. I could see straight through him and gave him a look.

"What happened to no secrets?" I muttered, a little disappointed that he felt the need to lie. He frowned, glancing at the door and back to me, softening his eyes.

"I can't tell you here." He whispered. I swallowed the small lump in my throat, but nodded. It had to be something bad - something worse than just a church burning.

"How's the apartment hunt going?" I changed the subject. He grinned.

"Great, actually. I found one." I beamed back at him excitedly.

"That's great! Do you want help moving?" He chuckled and squeezed my hand.

"Sure. It won't be ready for another couple weeks though." I shrugged.

"Who cares? You got a big boy apartment. I'm so proud of you." I smirked playfully, tugging at his shirt lightly. He smiled down at me, leaning in and pecking my lips softly.

"I start work soon, but did you want to hang out later?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me close.

"I can't tonight, but how about tomorrow night after the Motörhead concert?" I frowned slightly - I wasn't expecting him to decline. "What's happening tonight?" I asked curiously, twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers. He hesitated and sighed.

"Black circle business." He swallowed hard before searching my eyes. I bit my lip.

"Just be careful." I pecked his nose gently. "Don't get caught. I don't love the idea of bailing you out of jail." I rolled my eyes, making him chuckle.

"What? Don't think orange is my colour?" He smirked playfully before pulling me in for a deep kiss. He tasted so sweet and earthy - like he'd just eaten candy after having a cigarette. It was strangely inviting and I struggled to pull away.

"I just mean you're too pretty." I smirked, booping his nose lightly. "I've gotta get to work." I whispered against his lips. He rested his forehead against mine briefly, eyes closed before he pecked my nose gently.

"I'll try to swing by for your break later." He promised, making me smile.

I locked up the shop as Erik pulled up on the curb. I climbed into the passenger seat, smiling.

"Thanks for picking me up." He nodded thoughtfully.

"Of course." We drove in silence for a bit, making the odd comment here and there, but it was late and we were both tired.

I'd sat in the back room on my break, keeping an ear out for the front door, but Øystein hadn't made it in. I was a little disappointed but figured he wasn't able to get away from Varg.

It was difficult to fall asleep - I kept wondering if Øystein was okay, and what the hell this huge secret was. My brain wandered to the thought of Pelle. God, I missed him. I sighed deeply, wondering if things would still be carrying on like this if he were around. My stomach was in knots, but eventually, exhaustion overthrew me and I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I woke, still tired from a restless sleep. I glanced at the time, seeing that it was around 7am. I sighed and closed my eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep when I heard a knock from downstairs.

Damn it. Dad and Erik were gone by then, so I begrudgingly left my bed and trotted downstairs. There was another knock as I was approaching the front door. I opened it, surprised to see Øystein standing there.

He looked dishevelled and exhausted - eyes red and bloodshot, purplish bags sat beneath them. It was clear he hadn't slept.

"Are you okay?" Immediately, I pulled him inside and closed the door behind him before embracing him. He nodded, head nuzzled into my neck.

"It's been a long night. I just wanted to see you." He muttered sleepily. We stood there for a few moments, as I blushed. He smelled of smoke and I knew immediately what he'd been up to. I took his head and lead him upstairs to my room. I removed his jacket and we climbed into my small bed together, bodies pressed closely. His eyes were opened, watching me, but they were heavy and I chuckled.

"Go to sleep, love." I stroked his face gently as he closed his eyes, soft snores soon following.

I'd slept peacefully beside Øystein, waking up a couple hours later. I snuck out of my room to make us some coffee. As I did, I switched the tv on - I enjoyed the background noise as I tottered around, cleaning up after the boys in my house. I was pouring the coffee as the news came on, distracting me as they confirmed my suspicion - yet another church had been burnt down. I bit my lip.

How many more before he gets caught? I thought. I finished tidying up the kitchen and wandered back upstairs with the mugs of coffee. Øystein looked so serene and relaxed - I wondered if he was dreaming. As if he heard my thoughts, his eyes shot open and he gasped slightly, startling awake. I frowned and sat beside him, setting the mugs on my bedside table.

"Hey," I leant down and kissed his forehead gently. "It was just a dream." He swallowed and sat up.

He still looked tired, but his eyes were less red. He cleared his throat as I handed him his coffee. He sipped from it and ran a hand through his hair. I watched him intently, unsure what I was searching for. It was silent for a little while as we sipped our coffee, just sitting across from one another, our knees touching. I broke the silence before it drove me insane.

"What's going on, Øystein?" It took a moment, but his eyes met mine. He looked... almost scared. He sniffed and took a breath before responding.

"I want to tell you, but it's dangerous. I can't have you caught up in this shit." He muttered, looking down at his coffee.

"Worse than the churches?" I asked - already knowing the answer. He simply nodded.

"That - that murder in the park... that wasn't..." my voice was uncertain but his silence confirmed the worst. My face dropped. "Faust." He muttered. "He did it alone." He looked at me, his eyes trying to reassure me.

I was shocked - how could Faust do something so horrible? My skin crawled and my stomach churned with disgust, fear and confusion. "Why?" I whispered. He swallowed and shook his head.

"I don't .." he stopped himself and I watched him bite the inside of his cheek as tears welled in his eyes. I reached my hand out, placing it on his knee. I gave him a squeeze and took a deep breath.

"I'm not going anywhere. You can tell me." Even as I said the words, I knew there was a small chance I'd make a liar of myself - but I needed to know.

He licked his dry lips and sniffed, wiping his eyes quickly.

"I think I gave him the idea, but I don't know." He murmured. "He said he wanted to know what stabbing someone would feel like, and I offhandedly said he should do it." I watched him as he shook slightly, and my heart ached. I took his face in my hands and rested my forehead on his. He sniffed again, holding back tears.

"You didn't do this." My voice was firm. "You didn't hurt that man. Faust did. You had nothing to do with this." I refused to let him believe something so terrible could be his fault.

I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his mouth. I could almost taste the depression on his lips. I held him close to me for what felt like an eternity - but it still wasn't long enough. Eventually, he pulled away and met my gaze. Eyes bloodshot and full of despair.

"I don't want you hanging around Helvete without me anymore." He whispered. "I don't want you getting caught up in this bullshit." His voice was shaky - I could tell he was panicking. I shook my head. "You're their leader - can't you tell them to lay low and not do any more shit for a while?" My voice was desperate, pleading - but he looked uncertain.

"I can try, but Varg, he -"

"Fuck Kristian. He's a fucking poser - we all know who's in charge." My voice was sharp. I felt myself getting heated, thinking back to what he did to me. Øystein looked up at me through his hair, taken aback and chuckled lightly. It was a refreshing sound, given how heavy the conversation was.

"You really hate him, huh?"

I bit my lip and looked away, unsure whether to tell him or not.

"What is it?" His eyes searched my face and I took a deep breath, hesitating.

"That night at Helvete," I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. "He threatened me." I swallowed, and met his gaze to read his reaction. He was confused.

"W-what? When?"

"The night we had drinks to celebrate him joining Mayhem."

"What did he-" He fell short and I watched as realisation set in. "Those bruises on your face. They were him?" His voice was stronger, harsher.

"I'm alright. The point is, he's an asshole - he's desperate to prove himself to you, even if it means undermining you." I tried to get the conversation back on track but his expression was hard, lost in thought.

"Did he touch you?" His voice was low. I shook my head. "Not like that. He threatened to, if I didn't stop talking back to him. I've been avoiding him since."

"I'll kill him if he touches you again." He shook his head, fury written on his face, but he also seemed scared.

"H-he won't." I touched his cheek, bringing his eyes to mine. "I'm okay. Really." I tried to reassure him. He touched my other cheek and leaned in, lips meeting mine desperately. I was surprised at the intensity, but I didn't mind it. Our lips moved in sync for a while and I ran my hands through his hair. He pulled away, just slightly to catch his breath.

"I-" his eyes met mine, full of more than desire - adoration, longing. Like he wanted to say something.

"I-" He tried again, lips trembling and I smiled shyly, anxiously waiting for him to say it, but he fell silent. He pressed his lips against mine again, and I sunk into the kiss. After a while, he pulled away and I groaned slightly. He smirked, pecking my nose lightly.

"You're perfect." He whispered.