#faust x varg

[princess-lvcifer]

[lords-of-mayhem]

I'm so normal about this

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hellooooo!! may i request a poly! mayhem/black circle (dead is alive) x fem reader who is a mix of black metal/gothic but sweet and bit of a bimbo?? like all of them are hungover from a black circle party and she makes them breakfast and takes care of them and everything??? 🤍🩷

A shiny and sweet morning

warning : fluff, kissing, comfort

Info : Helllloooo dear anon of course you can request such a thing I hope you like this fluffy sweety thing and everyone have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actrs who play a role, not the real events

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In Norway the mornings in winter were cold and foggy, in spring the sun hung behind the clouds and only in summer the morning was surprisingly bright and pleasantly warm.

A warmth from the sun's rays that came into the young woman's room, the chirping of birds and nature through her roommate's open, demolished window.

Slowly opening her eyes, she wiped the sleep from her eyes as she looked at the clock. ,,Well, let's make the boys something to eat," she mumbled and got out of bed.

She knew it was morning, knew that the boys had all been partying late into the night in the music store and had then found their way back here more badly than right. The smell of beer and grass, of smoke and fire hung in the house, but that would soon change.

The longer black fingernails with the slight silver glitter reached into her closet and picked out a dress, the puffy white underdress with frills was rounded off by the black, thinner outer dress and a belt with small bows.

Sitting back on the bed, she gently and carefully pulled up the white knee-high socks so as not to damage the thin material and tied her hair up in a bow, which was a little wild from sleep.

The sweet young woman, preoccupied in the darkness, walked out of her room and peeked into the hallway, seeing that most of the doors were closed or slightly open from not closing due to the drug and alcohol influence. ,,Like a bat" she mused with a grin as she saw Dead and Euronymous lying on the mattress and coffin with their heads propped up on the floor.

The two of them looked like two oversized bats because of the runny makeup but the picture was cute and she wanted to grin and make a mental note that she had to take a picture of it next time.

That as she walked on and the bunch of Faust, Occoltus and Varg had thrown themselves together on the beanbag, the youngest of the three had the odd disturbing thought and a hand to horrofilem them both with one hand in his arms she held tightly even in her sleep.

,,The iron maiden and her captives," she murmured jokingly and continued down the corridor, almost running over the two of them.

Hellhammer and Necrobutcher leaning against each other, ,,Two mad bears with a hangover," she joked, shaking her head lightly as she tried to escape the crack of the wood from the stairs and quickly made her way to the kitchen.

She was thankful to all her lovers that they were all fiddling in the music store and not here in the house she took care of besides her job as a reporter because she brought the good news to the "hip youngsters" as her boss always called it by giving news and updates on the band once a week and writing an article.

Which was sometimes a bit of a challenge, considering her fingernails and the way her breasts pressed against the keldi. But as it was now, she was coping with everything.

The little light in the kitchen was slightly amplified by the lamp, so she turned on the stove and took the things from the fridge.

,,Goodness gracious, we're almost out of everything," she muttered and took out the remaining eggs, a few slices of ham and sausage as well as fruit and salad.

She put what she wanted to cut up on a board and started cutting away the already moldy part while listening to the latest song from her band playing on the cassette.

Humming along, she swung through the kitchen as best she could, taking care of the scrambled eggs, the salad, the meat and the few cereals with milk.

She set out the plates and cutlery and decided to stop the coffee and not give the men any beer for the time being.

She didn't want another mess. Minutes passed and it had taken her about half an hour to do everything here.

A glance at the clock told her it was time to wake the boys. Pulling the small pocket mirror out of her clothes pocket, she pulled the shimmering, strawberry-scented lip gloss over her lips before she was ready to wake her pack.

Humming happily, she opened the windows in one room after the other, letting in fresh air and the house slowly began to smell of nature and coffee, of something tart that wasn't beer and dorgen.

,,Wake up, gentlemen of hell!" She shouted through the corridors as she knocked on Euronymous and Dead's door, brushing a few tangled strands of hair out of their faces, and the black-haired man's ,,Mhhh too soon" was met with a gentle kiss, causing him to rise slowly.

,,Thank you sweetie," the band founder murmured, letting his gaze wander over her and smiling slightly as he made his way downstairs.

She heard him on his way down, but the three of them fell over Hellhammer and Necrobutcher as they went crashing down the stairs and the sound of cursing filled the house. ,,Day?" she heard the soft voice of the blond who was suddenly standing behind her, his make-up still smudged.

,,Yes, Day... my little zombie," she said and briefly took his hand before she started to pull him behind her to get him to eat, which he didn't do very well anyway.

While the five of them were eating and she had given Hellhammer and Necrobutcher a cold pack, she went back upstairs to hell the last three.

,,Fresh coffee," she murmured and held out a cup to the three sitting on the beanbag, which slowly worked wonders.

Varg took the cup with just coffee, Faust the one with two sugars and Occultus the cup with more milk than coffee.

,,Thank you, darling," the three of them trilled and gave her a quick hug before they all gathered downstairs and the large group squeezed around the table.

She had a cheerful smile on her lips when she saw that the boys were enjoying their meal despite the headache they had all taken a pill for.

,,That's great," she heard from Occoltus, who scooped another heap of egg onto his plate, and a ,,You're the best mommy," from Hellhammer, who winked at her, knowing full well what he was alluding to.

But they all knew what the brown-haired one was getting at, but it didn't bother anyone, she was there for each of her sweeties and always would be. ,,Always happy for my little devils," she replied and sat down at the table before taking her first well-earned sip of coffee.

She was happy when she saw the many relieved faces and received her rewarding kisses.

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[world0fmadness]

THE FAME

varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes x musician! reader | bård “ faust ” eithun x musician! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for varg and faust with a musician partner!

୨୧ hope you like this anon, i figured i’d just do both varg and faust for you because you were so sweet in your request <3

♡ requested by anon | related hc available here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: government hooker by lady gaga - six underground by sneaker pimps

VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

♡ if you’re actually a more popular musician than varg, i can see him being slightly jealous at the start of your newfound fame…

୨୧ he doesn’t act on his jealousy but deep down, it’s definitely there! sometimes he just feels a bit of envy… he burned all those churches and you’re still more popular than him having never done that? seriously?

♡ but i can see him getting over his jealousy pretty fast and being more proud than anything, he thinks you’re just such a perfect match for him! i mean, you’re both incredibly talented musicians and you’re recognised as such

୨୧ he truly believes you were put on this earth to be a musician and be his partner, it was your calling in life!

♡ he loves sitting with you and talking about lyrics or instrumentals, bouncing ideas back and fourth between each other seamlessly

୨୧ varg is brutally honest, if you show him a demo of a song you’re working on and he doesn’t like it he’ll tell you straight up

♡ he really tries his best to not be mean about it though! he makes sure to soften his voice a little

୨୧ varg has at least three of your tapes in his car at ALL times! does not matter what type of music you make, he wants to hear your beautiful voice

♡ when you’re performing at a concert, he’s always waiting for you backstage with open arms and a sizeable bouquet of flowers!

୨୧ usually a mix of red and dyed black roses! he can be super romantic but only with you <3

♡ you could genuinely get this stubborn man to listen to the most intensely “ girly ” hyper pop as long as it was your voice…

୨୧ if you go to recording studios instead of just using your bedroom and terrible recording equipment, please let him pay for it!

♡ his parents literally give him so much disposable money and he really wants to pay for it, you’re his girlfriend! why wouldn’t he want to pay for you?

୨୧ if you wear pretty extravagant outfits on stage, he’ll always help you out with them! you give him little fashion shows in your shared apartment as he sits back on the couch, giving his opinion on what outfit will work best

“ hm… i’m not so sure about this one, it looks a little tight, no? mmm… too boring, next one? ” ( he takes this so seriously, it honestly have you a shock at first )

♡ when you need help with actually preparing the outfit, like tightening a corset or tying the back, he’ll do it with no hesitation and place kisses on the nape of your neck whilst doing it! when he’s done, he’ll drift his hands lower down your hips and give them a gentle squeeze, signalling that it’s done

୨୧ if you ever have groupies, male or female, varg is so baffled! who the hell do they think they are? they think you’d ever give them the time of day? what a joke

♡ you’ve had to physically restrain him from throwing hands with wannabe groupies multiple times, including some female ones because he really doesn’t give a shit about gender if you’re trying to come onto his partner

୨୧ if varg ever spots a music magazine with you on the cover, he snatches it up and buys it so fast! coming home and showing it to you with a smirk on his face… if anyone was to see the amount of things he owns featuring you, they’d probably assume he was just an obsessed fan or something

“ hey, baby! look what i found at the petrol station, this is your latest one, right? ” ( he adds it to a whole stack of music magazines featuring you on the coffee table )

♡ he has almost all, if not all, of the magazines you’ve ever covered on or even just had a small section in

୨୧ if you ever write a song about him or for him, he’s so… actually happy, like really happy

♡ when you first told him you’d wrote a song about him or for him, he was so smug but when he actually got to listen to it?

୨୧ that smug attitude was thrown right out of the window! he’s so soft on you and can’t really, truly believe you love him enough to write a whole song for him

♡ don’t tell anyone but the song is his all time favourite now, of any musician! he listens to it all the time, mumbling the lyrics under his breath and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s in his car…

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

♡ y’know how i said varg would be slightly jealous at the start of your fame starting to overpass his?

୨୧ yeah, faust isn’t like that at all!

♡ faust is so so so proud of you right from the start! when you first started dating him, you were still a pretty super small musician, but when you start really drawing in attention and selling way more tapes and CDs, he is so over the moon for you <3

୨୧ i just know he’d hype up you up so much before you’re going on stage, telling you that you look amazing and admiring you

♡ he’s never missed a single one of your shows from the time you began dating!

୨୧ literally, not a single one! he’ll put everything on hold to watch you perform, always cheering the loudest

♡ in your early days, whenever you needed to take promo pictures or album covers, faust would take the pictures for you! you couldn’t really afford a photographer so why not just hand a camera to your boyfriend?

୨୧ faust obviously isn’t a professional and has pretty limited experience with taking pictures but for you? he definitely tries his best! always telling you that you look beautiful from behind the camera and smirking when you pull a risqué pose

♡ similarly with varg, you like showing faust your demo work and asking his opinion on songs you’re not too sure about

୨୧ however he’s just too soft on you! he doesn’t want to tell you if he doesn’t think a song sounds that great :(

♡ he’ll try so hard to say that it sounds great but you’re not stupid… you can see that he’s lying through his teeth and just tell him to quit his bullshit

୨୧ so he does, but he’s super apologetic! as if not thinking it sounds too good is just entirely his fault

“ i’m sorry, pretty girl… it might just be me! it probably is, maybe it’s just too different for me, i’m not sure… but your voice is beautiful, still! ” ( he doesn’t think it’s really possible for your voice to be anything but beautiful )

♡ if you play an instrument as well as sing, or just play an instrument, faust is all over that!

୨୧ he’ll always snag some supplies for your instrument whenever he’s about and about! you don’t ever need to worry about getting some more picks or drumsticks with him, he’s way ahead of you all the time

♡ faust absolutely convinces euronymous to sell some of your music in helvete! doesn’t matter what genre of music you make, faust would probably threaten to quit if he didn’t sell your music

୨୧ whenever he rings up customers, he’ll always mention your music, asking if they’ve heard any of your stuff or if they want to buy one of your tapes! literally your personal door to door salesman, bugging people all the damn time

“ oh! have you listened to them yet? they’re very good… y’wanna buy one of their tapes? you should, i mean you’d probably like it, y’know? ” ( he’s so pushy with it too and euronymous always just rolls his eyes whilst watching from the office doorway )

♡ faust has DEFINITELY done the drums for some of your songs! if you aren’t in a band but want some drums in the back and don’t play yourself, why would you not have your boyfriend play them for you?

୨୧ he’s never really too jealous of fans and wannabe groupies, you talk about him enough to where he knows very well that they know you’re happily in a relationship and he knows you’d never leave him or cheat on him like that

♡ but he can get just a tiny bit jealous if you have a lot of male fans, especially when you take pictures with them as concerts

୨୧ he cannot get over it when you ask him to play them for your song, like you want to show him off? show his talent off? oh my god it nearly breaks his brain

♡ it’s the same when you mention him and his band in magazine interviews!

୨୧ like, oh wow, you’re actually talking about him and your relationship! you don’t want to hide your relationship with him or anything, you’re telling people to listen to emperor and raving about his drumming! he has to stop himself from putting a ring on your finger

♡ he definitely has a bracelet with your name or your stage name on it and you have one with his band name on it…

[m3tal-chick]

Never opening Tumblr at work again cause my coworker now think I read Varg x Faust smut (which is absolutely true but still). The worst part is that the guy who caught me looks EXACTLY like Varg in his prison time😭

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 32

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

Oystein had woken up early the next morning and sat against the headboard watching Y/n sleep. She had already cleaned the smudged paint from her face so she wouldn't stain the pillow but he hadn't bothered. When she woke up and caught him staring she smiled at him.

She got out of bed, completely naked and walked into his bathroom before returning with a wash cloth and what looked like some sort of makeup remover. She started cleaning his face carefully and noticed what he was holding in his hand.

"You miss him." She looked at a picture of him and Pelle that she hadn't seen before that he must have kept in his nightstand. The way she said it was more of a fact and not a question.

"I miss how things used to be...before it all went to shit." He said simply.

"Everything isn't shit Oystein." Y/n sighed softly.

"I just feel like I'm losing control of all the things in my life." He confessed and she leaned forward kissing his forehead.

"I think we're doing pretty well. That's a plus." She reminded.

"You're the only thing that's going right and that scares the shit out of me. I'm just waiting for you to realize you're saddling yourself with a fucking failure." Oystein tossed the picture on the nightstand and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey I'm not going anywhere okay? You've got to stop thinking I am just because everything else is kind of shit right now. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you." She reassures him tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He looked at her a bit concerned.

"Y/n I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a fucking trainwreck. My band is on hiatus, Varg wants me dead and I've got a meeting with the landlord about Helvete which probably means I'm going to lose it. It's fucking hopeless." Oystein complain and Y/n could see he was really going through it. She got up once again and grabbed her bag from the couch before plopping down in front of him once again, rummaging through her stuff.

"What are you looking for?" He asked confused but she pulled out what he thought was a makeup compact. Inside was a folded up piece of paper.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked him with a smile. He nodded. She opened it up and he saw the scribble of the Mayhem symbol on the back of it.

"Is that-"

"The comment you left in the suggestion box? Yes." She smirked proudly.

"You carry it around?" He asked surprised.

"Of course I do. It's the only one I've ever gotten and its from you." She laughed.

"It's also the moment I knew I was falling for you." She blushed making him smile.

"Yeah? I don't even remember what I put on it if we're being honest." He admitted. She turned it around and handed it to him.

"Food is great, service is the amazing. Y/n, every thing you touch turns to fucking gold. All I want in the world is to be touched by you." She had memorized it and Oystein covered his face.

"Fuck that's cringey as shit." He was embarassed but she pulled his hands away from his face.

"Yeah it absolutely was but it was a very sweet thing to put in a comment box where anyone could have seen it. You let yourself be cringey and vulnerable just to tell me that I was special." She kissed his hands and he let out a sigh.

"Everything I touch is gold right?" She gripped the side of his face and kissed him softly. She could feel the tension in his body release as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his lap. He leaned his forehead against her head and she could feel him shaking slightly.

"So much has happened since Pelle killed himself...with burning down the churches, Varg talking to the media...Faust...he killed a guy in a park." He felt Y/n tense. He looked up into her eyes and saw shock and fear.

"No matter what I do, I'm trapped in all of this mess. I might not have created it all by myself but the last thing I want is for it to bleed out on you. They could come for me one day, Varg or the police, I can't let you get hurt in this." Oystein pressed. Y/n stroked his face carefully.

"Listen to me okay? I know you're scared. I'm scared too but the only thing I know is that when I'm with you, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do. You give me the courage to try new things and be exactly who I want to be. You make me unafraid because I know I'll have you even if this all goes to hell." Y/n lifts his chin up and he nods at her.

"That has nothing to do with me. You were tough when we met." He gave her a soft smile and she placed her hand on his heart.

"Well then trust me when I say I've got you baby." She presses.

"And if they come at us with pitchforks?" He joked but Y/n leaned over towards her bag again and pulled out a handful of things.

"Mace, knife, taser..." She showed him what she was carrying. His eyes went wide when she hit the button on the taser.

"Fuck, you just carry that shit around with you?" He asked surprised.

"I didn't used to. I started when Varg started threatening me." She explained seeing Oystein's eyes shift.

"We aren't going out without a fight baby." Oystein knew he was the one that should traditionally be the strength in a relationship but nothing about them was traditional. He liked that he could trust in Y/n's ability to take care of herself. He liked that she could say things to him and put his mind at ease despite the shit show he found himself in on the daily.

"Can I ask you something?" Oystein finally spoke after a few moments of silence between them .

"Anything." She responds.

"Would you consider moving in with me?" He was trying to be careful with his tone so she didn't feel pressured but she held a confused smile.

"What? Why do you want me to-" She couldn't even get it out.

"You make everything better. Waking up to you, eating dinner with you, fuck- hanging out on the couch is just...I want you here all the time. I want to leave the shop knowing I'm coming home to you." Oystein explained and she cupped his cheek.

"Yeah? You like coming home to me?" She smirked.

"I do. I like coming home and seeing you walking around in your panties and one of my shirts." He pushes Y/n onto her back and lays her down.

"I like wrapping my arms around you while you cook something and getting to run my hands down your thighs." She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips down her neck, over her tits all the way to her thighs.

"I like knowing that at any point, I can lay you on the bed and fuck you whenever I want to." He let his hand grip her throat and she bit her lip.

"This place isn't my home, you are." He leaned down and licked her bottom lip before kissing her roughly. She tried to catch her breath but his hand squeezed lightly before finally letting go and pulling back to look down at her.

"I would love to move in with you." She smiled up at him with red swollen lips that he was just practically chewing on.

"Yeah?" He asked surprised. She let out a laugh and put her hand on his as it rested on her breast.

"Yeah." She liked the idea that they could truly start something fresh with one another. Oystein had so much talent and always kept his mind open to new ideas. She wanted to start a new chapter with him.

[loosesodamarble]

The Beginning of an Enchanting Evening

My introductory post to @/lyranova's Halloween Ball event at @blackclover-emc!

My post/ocs are open for interaction!

Summary: A select group of House Faust's members make their way to the Halloween masquerade. Pairing(s): Josele x Nacht, Josele x Morgen Josele's dress | Nacht's suit | Morgen's suit Dawn's dress | Dusk's suit | Albert's suit | Varg's suit | Valerian's suit | Vivian's dress Word count: 647

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“Are you sure you all will be fine at home?”

Josele stood at the threshold of House Faust’s front entrance. She wore a floor-length ball gown with a cobalt blue bodice and a skirt that started the same hue and faded to a baby blue. A large bow at the waist and fabric flowers decorated the gown, and glitter made Josele shine like a star.

Despite being ready to attend that evening’s event, Josele hesitated to leave her home and her children who wouldn’t be in attendance.

Standing in the doorframe was Josele’s eldest daughter, Sterling. The redhead giggled and held her mother’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry about us, Mother,” Sterling answered. “Us kids drew lots so it’s not like we can be bitter about not going.”

“You’re sure?” Josele pressed, her brows furrowed.

“Very sure.” Sterling leaned back and shouted into the house. “Now don’t keep Father, Uncle, and the others waiting, Mother!” She turned Josele around and pushed her towards the cluster of family waiting for the lady of the house.

“Right then! Okay!” Josele yelped as awkwardly stumbled forward from her daughter’s push. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Take care of each other while we’re away.”

“Like we’d do anything else,” answered Sterling with a lazy wave of her hand.

With that, Sterling closed the door to House Faust and Josele went to where the rest of her family was waiting in the shade of trees. Nacht and Morgen greeted her with their usual loving smiles, plus a kiss on the hand from Nacht and a peck on the cheek from Morgen. Dawn excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet. Dusk fidgeted with the coat of his suit but there was still a small, eager grin on his face. Albert and Varg were whispering to each other, something about who will woo their beloved better. Valerian popped his knuckles, as if he was preparing for a fight and not a party. And Vivian stared at her mother, quiet and unreadable in her expression.

“Sorry for the hold up, everyone.”

“It’s perfectly alright, dear,” Morgen assured her. “Besides, we’re guaranteed to make it on time. Right?” He looked to Nacht, Dusk, and Varg.

Nacht sighed, “You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I’d be mad at you for treating me like Finral.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Morgen patted Nacht on the shoulder. “Thank you, the three of you, for helping us travel to the ball.”

“Now what are we waiting for?” Dawn exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. She threw an arm around Dusk’s shoulders. “Let’s get going!”

With Nacht and Dusk’s Shadow Magic and Varg’s Eclipse Magic, the members of House Faust sank into the shadows before rising from them in front of Clover’s grand. Valerian and Varg quickly dashed away to be the first to enter. Dawn yelled “C’mon!” while she grabbed Dusk and Albert’s wrists to drag them along. And Vivian turned to her parents and uncle.

“It appears that us youths shall be taking the lead.”

“Not that you need us to guide you in,” Josele answered. She took a moment to adjust the ribbon in Vivian’s hair before letting her go. “We’ll see you all inside.”

“Have fun, Vivi,” Nacht said.

Vivian nodded then walked towards the palace entrance.

The three seniors of House Faust took a moment to themselves to make any final touch ups to their outfits. Nacht straightened the cuffs of his dress shirt and adjusted his cravat. Morgen shook down the cloak he wore with his suit. And Josele smoothed out the large ribbon that draped down the side of her gown. Both men offered their arm to the woman they loved, to which Josele decided to take Nacht’s arm. However, she did take a second to give Morgen a kiss and whisper, “You get my first dance though, okay?”

And thus began an enchanted evening.

[andrew-thy-accursed]

The anon of Homestuck's ship names reminded me of how the Pokémon fandom names its ships... So here I am saying:

Faust x Euronymous = Helveteshipping

Dead x Euronymous = Kråkstadshipping

Varg x Euronymous = Fireshipping

Varg x Dead = Knifeshipping

Faust x Varg = Prisonshipping

Varg x Snorre = Bergenshipping

Oh my goddddddddDDDDDD I haven't even considered Faust/Varg what am I DOING with my life these are fucking amazing

[vidavbooks]

The Dark Circle - Euronymous x Reader

Warning: This is based solely off of Rory Culkins version of him. Mentions of self harm and death.

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It was 9:30 PM and here I was, worrying over how I look for some guy. This day last year I swore off men and fell into a deep depression. Celia knocks on my door and tells me the cabs here. “It’s so early though?” “You promised to bring drinks!”

I curse to myself as I quickly grab my bag and money to stop by the store on our way there. I tell our cab driver to stop next to the store and I run in quickly and grab 3 cases of whatever alcohol seemed dark and what could get me drunk.

I payed and walked out of there running back to the car. “Astrid what did you even get?” “I don’t know Celia! I don’t go to parties and you know that can we just go now.” She chuckled at my frustration and the car started moving.

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On our way there we picked up all of Celia’s friends and we all got out of the car once we arrived. I got out but had to take a breath before going in. “Astrid? You good?” Celia spoke up to say. “No..Ceils I haven’t seen this guy in months! I made out with him and kinda went ghost.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here just put on some lipgloss and get in there! I want to see boys too.” I nodded and took a breath and following behind Celia trying to act cool. I walk in holding the drinks and I follow the other girls downstairs into what looked like a cave.

I made eye contact with some man with brown long hair and he motioned over to some table to put the alcohol on. He came up to me and I couldn’t spot Euronymous. “Well hi pretty lady, my names Varg.” I gave him a quick smile.

“Um hi, have you seen Euronymous?” He rolled his eyes at me. “God who even cares about him right now.” I smiled again but more awkwardly as a tension grew when more and more people came to the table to grab drinks. “Well he invited me so-”

I hear the steps behind me and I turn around and am greeted with the only other face I knew that wasn’t Celia. It was him and god did he look 10x better than I remembered. I turned away from Varg and walked to him. “Hey, long time no see.”

I nodded as I smiled at him gently. “Yeah no kidding..how have you been? A record store must be a lot…” He nods as I follow him to one of the many couches. “I’ve been alright, and it is a lot to work with but with my music label theres some cash flow to work with.” We sit on the couch somewhat distanced.

“You have a music label? That must be nice.” He smiled a bit and nodded as he held that eye contact. He always hold that eye contact, reminds me of what he said when we met. Look at me when you talk. “Yeah it’s working pretty well. That guy you spoke to, Varg, is one of the people who is signed. His work is pretty good.”

As the night went on more and more people went home, Celia left with some guy. All of her friends also left with other guys, I think I saw Varg leave with 4 girls. The only people left were me and Euronymous. One of his band members, Faust, lived in the record store with him but he went up to their beds already.

We kind of sat there in silence as the music played on the record player in the back. “I’m sorry about Pelle again…” He shook his head no as he took a sip of the vodka bottle then handed it to me. “It’s fine, we all saw it coming really.” I took a sip and kind of got closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah but it still hurts, for me I was stuck in a deep depression and I still kind of fall back into it. But yet I’m too much of a pussy to do anything.” I kind of chuckle to myself as he does to and nods. “Yeah no he would blatantly cut himself on stage and in-front of us. We kind of got used to it and blood just on the floor.”

My eyes kind of widened in shock. “That…that’s something. Well if you ever want to talk to someone you know I’m-” I was cut off by a hand to my face and him pulling my head up to kiss him. I set the bottle to the side and moved to sit on his lap. He continued to kiss me and grab my waist as I hold onto his face.

We continue like this for 30 seconds and then I pull away to catch my breath. I sort of chuckle as he smiles when our foreheads press together. “I was kind of pissed for Celia showing up here and talking about me but it did end well.” He nodded as he pecked my lips again.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Authors Note: HEYYY! guys so i’ve been linking so much stuff and making master lists and this story has its own masterlist so you guys can find everything you need! my requests are always open and i will write for so many more people from different shows and movies, love you all thank you for the support!

[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Silk Ribbons, Euronymous

Desc: Euronymous x Latina reader meets in his record store before running into each other again.

Warnings: Afab! reader. Alcohol consumption.

12:42 PM l AUGUST 21st

You didn't know you were gonna end up outside of "Helvete", a dark record store containing only pure metal. You weren't particularly excited at first but seeing how excited your little brother Fabio was definitely brightened the moment. Walking in the both of you caught the group of men's attention, and sure enough all eyes were on you. Your low rise boot-cut jeans, short tank top ending right below your belly button showing the perfect amount of skin and your hair. Your hair was in two braids, braided in was silk ribbon.

"Hey Lil Bo Peep I think you got the wrong place!" One of the men mocked before snickering with the group. "Ignórelos" you quickly told Fabio before placing a hand on his back, walking with him throughout the store. Soon enough Fabio gasped quickly grabbing a vinyl "Mira tienen Metallica!" He shouted jumping up and down in excitement, you couldn't even reply you just smiled seeing him this happy. "Dámelo. Te lo voy a comprar" Hearing these words come out of your mouth made Fabio ecstatic, hugging you with all his might you thought he was about to kill you. After finally peeling him off of you you grab the vinyl and walk towards the counter, making eye contact with the man behind it. He was intimidating and the smirk falling on his lips didn't help the intimidation. "Will this be all for today?" before being able to answer a man next to him speaks up. "Psh Metallica? Shits for posers. Why don't you listen to the real dark and heavy stuff Lil Bo Peep?" The nickname falling out of his mouth again and his opinions about your brothers vinyl made your blood boil.

"My apologies for my associate Varg, he has his..heavy opinions. Soo is this it for today?" The man behind the counter who you assume runs the place speaks up with a smile, hmm cute you thought. It's like a rare sight seeing this dark and scary Satan worshiping looking guy smile so sweetly at you...unlike Varg who is throwing daggers at you and your brother. "Yes it'll be just the one METALLICA vinyl" you emphasize Metallica looking straight at Varg giving him an innocent smile after.

After chuckling to himself the man in front of you hands you the vinyl, not ringing you up. "What-" "On the house. Gift for the little man back there." He leans to the side sending a smile to your brother who's hiding behind you. "Wh- Really?" The smile on your face makes him feel something in his gut, a good feeling. Fabio lights up after you explain the situation to him, smiling so hard that you bet it hurt. "Dile gracias." you tell him making sure he thanks the man. "thank you" Fabio says shyly peeking his head out behind you.

"No problem kid, you're being raised right. Around good music." You and Fabio smile at him before leaving the record store all giggles and smiles.

"What so now you're just giving stuff away?" Faust questions "Don't question my business morals now" Euronymous says before rolling up the magazine on the counter and smacking it lightly against Faust's head and walking away.

9:03 PM l AUGUST 23rd

Euronymous found himself walking into a bar after a hellish day at the store...and with Varg. He needed something to take his mind off of everything, and getting wasted was the perfect thing to do so. Except something catches his eye. Silk Ribbons. He recognized the ribbons and braids I mean no one else wore their hair like this.

You're sitting at the bar drinking the time away expecting a date but it's been almost an hour and a no show. You planned to finish your last drink and go home not wanting to waste any more of your time until you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Ribbons?" You turn around and there he is. The pale long haired man from the record store. "Ribbons?" You questioned the nickname "Yeah cause of um-" He awkwardly points towards your hair "I uh never got your name." "Y/N." "Y/N. Hey how's the little guy and the vinyl? He like it? He questions before pulling the chair out next to you and taking a seat. "Like it? God he LOVES that thing. Won't stop playing it on repeat." You chuckle to yourself before taking the last sip of your drink. "Seems like a die hard Metallica fan. I'm uh Euronymous" He quickly introduces himself realizing he got your name but you never got his. "Euronymous." You repeat to yourself before smiling at him "It's nice to meet you again Euronymous."

And there it was. That nice feeling in his gut again.

The clock now reads "9:56", almost an hour has passed and you've come to the conclusion that Euronymous isn't as scary as he seems. Euronymous learned a lot about you and your brother, he could tell how much you cared for Fabio. Like seeing a proud mother talk about her son. You and Fabio moved to Noway after the passing of your father, you guys were never close but he left more than enough money to do what you and Fabio always dreamed of. Traveling. So you guys left the one bedroom apartment in LA and moved to Europe. Now living in a two bedroom home big enough to keep both of you happy, you guys finally felt like you could breathe.

"Shit- I gotta go I told Fabio I would be back at 10" You started scrambling, getting your bag and getting up from your seat you leave enough cash to pay for the two drinks you ordered the hour before. Euronymous is a bit disappointed he actually enjoyed your guy's conversation but he knew it had to come to an end. Euronymous followed behind you trying to catch up with your fast steps, trying to spit out his question he struggles a bit but after mustering up the courage, he asks. "Can I uhm get your number maybe?" "You trying to take me out?" You jokingly reply "M-maybe." His response makes you smile, god he was awkward but he was trying. You don't say anything until you're in the drivers seat of your truck. "Hmm I don't give my number to strangers you know...but you've proven to me your not a bad guy" He's a bit hurt at first but hearing the second part made him visibly light up, and watching you take out lipstick out of your bag confused him for a second until your holding his arm writing your digits in the deep color. Euronymous doesn't say anything but smiles a bit not being able to contain that feeling in his gut anymore. Once you're gone he carefully makes sure he gets back to the store without smudging the lipstick before writing it down on a piece of paper he found lying around on the counter.

"The fuck are you smiling about?" Faust interrupts Euronymous's thoughts, finding it weird seeing his fellow guitarist smiling so weirdly at a piece of paper. Euronymous doesn't reply, instead throwing the closet magazine in his reach at Faust before climbing into his bed. Smiling.

[princess-lvcifer]

ride the lightning

loc!euronymous x f!reader • drabble

As usual it was a cold and cloudy day in Oslo, and a quiet afternoon in Helvete: Euronymous was focused in his office while Faust was restocking vinyls in the shop, and she was quietly watching a film in the corner, lying down with a magazine which she flicked through when the film got boring.

A gasp caught the attention of the young woman, who wasn't an employee there but had the privilege of being at home because she was close to them. She turned her head and looked up quickly to look at Faust, who was holding a record. When she saw that he was fine and nothing serious was wrong her head returned to its original position almost without thinking, but then she turned her head to look at him again, focusing on the disc he was holding. He turned to look at her as well, both eyes and mouths wide as saucers, smiling a huge grin.

"No fucking way!" she said seeing the green disc her friend held in his hands as she dropped the magazine and stood up to approach him, almost laughing with excitement at the surprise: a green edition of Metallica's Ride the Lightning, a very rare and badly printed factory version.

"Euronymous!" said Faust calling his friend out of his office as he set the disc on the counter.

"Øystein!" she mimicked.

"What?" he asked from there, raising his voice as they did so that he could be heard.

"Just come here, fuck!" she insisted almost in a hurry, even though the disc wasn't going anywhere.

The aforementioned, as he defeatedly got up from his chair and left his office, thought for a moment that it was some letter that had arrived. He even thought for a second that maybe they were looking at a newspaper with some crime committed by Varg on the front page. He thought the same thing when he saw them standing around the counter, Faust on the outside and she on the inside, where he ended up as well, standing beside her and staring at the disc in astonishment.

"It's your lucky day! You can sell it at a premium, I'm sure some collector will buy it at a good price!"

"No, it's for you," he said, calm and determined.

"What?" She asked confused.

"It's your favourite band, your favourite record," he said as if it was obvious that she had to keep it.

"I already have it, I don't need it," she shook her head, "and you need the money."

"I appreciate that you care about my finances," he said, holding back a small laugh, "but they're my problem. Keep it, I insist."

Knowing them and seeing that it was going to take a long time, Faust rolled his eyes and continued to replace the discs as if nothing had happened.

"No, it's yours."

"And I want you to have it."

"I don't want it, thanks."

"You're such a Metallica fan that you even write these things called fanfics, you go to Sweden every year and when Cliff died it was like they killed your mother, who else deserves to have this record more than you?"

"It's not about deserving, it's about the fact that I already have it and it's yours. And you need the fucking money more than I do."

Euronymous was about to protest, but Faust opened his mouth first to say:

"Fuck, if you keep this up, I'll take it."

[lords-of-mayhem]

I think you can tell a lot about the way a person sees a ship by the song they associate with it. That said, Another Love is 100% a Faust/Varg song

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care, but it's so cold and I don't know where. I brought you daffodils in a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright. I'm just so tired to share my nights. I wanna cry and I wanna love, but all my tears have been used up.

And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight, but my hand's been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words, they always win, but I know I'll lose.

And I'd sing a song that'd be just ours, but I sang 'em all to another heart. And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love, but all my tears have been used up.

[world0fmadness]

BABY NAMES, PART I

okay, wether you guys want it or not, here are the names with their meanings found on websites and what i imagine some of the babies to look like! but i will never name them in the works so if you do not like these names, you can replace them for whatever you want, i would actually love to hear the names you guys think they would like or your thoughts on these that i chose! i know i am not all that great with names at all but i tried to pick nice ones and ones i think actually fit the father… i think this is honestly a little too long and in depth like oh my god, i do not know where this came from, i was not feeling all that inspired tonight then boom… so enjoy this lolol <3

dad! pelle has a daughter named calliope ohlin and a son named casper ohlin…

♡ calliope means “ beautiful voice ” from greek κάλλος meaning “ beauty ” and ὄψ meaning “ voice ” in greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine muses!

calliope looks exactly like you! she has your hair, your eyes and just so many of your features, she looks like your twin! the only thing she inherited from pelle was his bone structure and that only really starts to show when she enters her teenage years! pelle absolutely loves this though, he thinks it was one of the major reasons he was able to open his heart to her so quickly after she was born, because she just looked so much like you… she was so undeniably your daughter, your child… whenever he looked at her soft face, looked into her gentle eyes, all he saw was a mini version of you, someone he knew he just wanted to shower in love and support, someone he knew he needed to protect…

casper is the opposite and looks exactly like pelle! he has his bright blue eyes, his blonde hair that only shines brighter in summer, his bony nose and a similarly indented chin! this is why in a similar opposite fashion, pelle felt it was harder to immediately bond with his son after the birth, he felt it was harder to open his heart to him because of how much of himself he saw in his son… how much she saw his younger self, how much he felt like he was looking into a mirror of the past! pelle was just so afraid of tarnishing your son, of somehow corrupting him and his happiness by simply being around him… because all he saw was his younger self, all he saw was the child so long ago that would soon run into so much cruelty and sadness in life! but of course, with a lot of support and reassurance from you that he would never hurt your son, that your son would only ever see him as his father, he was quick to open his heart to him too, just as he did for calliope…

as a father, pelle is beyond subtly proud of the name calliope for his daughter! he thinks it just fits her so well! he thinks she has such a creative soul, even when she was so young with her little messy finger paintings and scribbled crayon drawings, he immediately knew he had a strong creative and inspired soul… so much like him, as you say to him which always makes him blush and feel even more shy pride! and calliope is absolutely his muse, she became his muse right alongside you the second she was growing in your womb… he adored drawing you when you were holding her in your stomach and now, he loves to draw her as he sees her! every time he looks at her, he feels a rush of inspiration and a want to craft! both you and her are his muses, eventually his son too!

dad! bård has a daughter named selene eithun…

♡ selene means “ moon ” in greek! this was the name of a greek goddess of the moon, a titan! she was sometimes identified with the goddess artemis!

selene looks almost exactly like bård but she does have a fair few of your features too! but when you look at her, you mainly see bård… she has his brown hair, his big brown doe eyes and his pronounced, naturally slightly pouted lips! she certainly got his height too! despite being a pretty short and petite child, she hit a major growth spurt in her teenage years and is just a little taller than the average girl! but when she was a newborn and toddler, she was definitely one of those chunky little babies! she had the chubbiest little apple red cheeks and pudgy arms, bård thought she was absolutely adorable and always claimed she just had to be the cutest baby in the world, she was too perfect to him! he loved peppering so many kisses to her chunky arms and chubby cheeks when she was a baby, he bathed in the glory that came with hearing her high pitched giggles and squeals as he did it, he could not get enough of seeing a gummy smile with just a few tiny teeth showing through stretching across her rosy red cheeks! it just manages to wash away so many of his insecurities, his fears that maybe he is not a great father…

when selene was a newborn, bård was very aware of the meaning of her name and got her a little astrology mobile to go in her crib instead of the usual sheep or animal one! not to mention how many glow in the dark stars and moons he stuck up on the ceiling of your shared bedroom in your apartment when her crib was in your room… bård thinks the name fits her so well, she is his treasure, his moon! when she is old enough to not choke on things, he buys both you and your daughter a matching necklace, both silver chains holding one half of a shiny moon! to be honest, a lot of his gifts to her in life, from the moment she was born, revolve around astrology and especially the moon! he is absolutely the type of father to fully support her childhood dream of wanting to become an astronaut!

older! bård definitely gets a moon tattooed somewhere in his arm sleeve tattoo, likely when she is in her teenage years! it is a beautiful tattoo dedicated just to his moon… he likely has a star tattooed somewhere on his body too but from when he was younger, it was one of his first few tattoos and it was dedicated you, his special star, the love of his life and mother of his child!

dad! øystein has identical twin girls named alva aarseth and audra aarseth…

♡ alva is the feminine form of alf! derived from old norse alfr meaning “ elf ” in norse legend this was the name of king, the suitor of a reluctant maiden named alfhild! she avoided marrying him by disguising herself as a warrior, but when they fought she was so impressed by his strength that she changed her mind!

♡ audra means “ storm ” in lithuanian!

both alva and audra just look like complete doubles of øystein, they look like factory made female replicas of him! sometimes you spend minutes studying their faces, trying to find any traces of your own genes in their appearance but you find very few… they have his natural blonde hair, his small button nose, his soft face and so on… they just mirror all of his physical features! and it only got more and more noticeable as they got older, especially in their teenage years when both decided they wanted to dye their hair black after looking at old pictures of their father! øystein went through a crisis in the early months of their lives, he liked to dress them identically because he thought it was funny to see double of his baby but the humour would quickly turn into panic when he realised he could not decipher who was who… that’s why the both of you spend time stitching their names into clothes whenever they get new dresses or onesies! he does get much better at knowing who is who within a couple of months, he just found little ways to differentiate them! and that is when he finds it funny to dress them in the same outfits once again, seeing them in the exact same outfit, with the exact same ribbons in their hair just makes him laugh so much! øystein is also incredibly smug about how much they look like him, he is just so smug and proud…

whenever a storm rolls around, with rain hitting against the glass windows of your shared apartment, øystein likes to hold audra on his hip and stand in front of one of the windows, looking down at her as shadows of water droplets reflect inside through the window and against her curious face, watching with a small smile as her wide eyes follow the raindrops and her little hands grasp his sweater tightly… audra lives up to her name in two ways! one way being that she loves storms, she was never scared and afraid of rainstorms or thunderstorms! she always just wanted to sit at the window with her father whilst you built a pillow fort with alva! the second way being that she was an absolute storm of a child… she was hyper and rowdy, every time after playing, the apartment would look like a tornado had run through it!

dad! vegard has a daughter named violet tveitan…

♡ violet is derived from the english word violet for the purple flower, ultimately derived from latin viola! it was common in scotland from the 16th century, and it came into general use as an english given name during the 19th century!

violet is a very balanced mix between both you and vegard! she has your eyes but his frizzy and curly black hair, she has your nose but his mouth and an abundance of other little features… both you and vegard see the others features so strongly in her! he thinks she looks like your twin and you think she looks like his! the only thing the two of you can absolutely agree on is that your genes never stood a chance when it came to his hair! literally the second you told him you were pregnant, he knew that baby was going to have his hair, he just knew it! because the hair type is pretty particular and specific when it comes to care and washing, vegard likes to be the one to help her with it! he is more than happy to help you learn how to deal with her hair better too, obviously, but nothing makes him happier than sitting her on his knee and tying her frizzy black hair into little pigtails with little purple ribbons…

i feel like the name violet would come after a lot of thought with vegard, he was thinking about names every day right after you told him you were pregnant! but the two of you could just never decide on a name, nothing rolled off the tongue right before violet popped into his head when he saw you, late in your pregnancy with a very sizeable bump, wearing a deep violet maternity dress… he just thought the colour was beautiful on you, hugging your bump that cradled his baby… once the name was decided, ihsahn was determined to paint her already prepared wooden crib a light violet purple before you gave birth! not to mention how many little violet bows and outfits he buys for her with what little money he has… i feel like he would even switch his usual guitar picks to glittery violet purple picks just for her, to honour his little girl during emperor shows in the most subtle yet thoughtful way!

a slight bonus one here because i have not made his dad! headcanons yet but i wanted to include him <3

dad! varg has twins with the daughter being named vígdís vikernes and the son being named vidar vikernes…

♡ vígdís is derived from the old norse elements víg “ war ” and dís “ goddess ”

♡ vidar derived from old norse víðarr, which was possibly derived from víðr “ wide ” and herr “ army, warrior ” in norse mythology víðarr was the son of odin and grid! at the time of the end of the world, ragnarök, it is said he will avenge his father's death by slaying the wolf fenrir

whilst vígdís and vidar are twins, they are not identical twins! they actually look pretty different from each other… surprisingly, vígdís looks more like her father whilst vidar looks look you! it turns into a kind of daddy’s girl and mama’s boy situation too… at first, varg was not a super overly loving and father towards his little girl, it took him some time to fully open his heart to a daughter, took him a little while to allow her to practice braiding his long blonde hair with colourful ribbons! but he so obviously loves her, so obviously loves both her and his son! he softens a whole lot and almost entirely drops the front he was putting up of being a headstrong and ignorant guy! when he sees how happy it makes her to be able to play with his long hair and feels his hands braiding her hair, it is worth it… it is beyond worth it for him! with vidar, i think varg would really want him to toughen up and be a manly man, even as a child but that is extremely quick to drop too! especially when you tell him it is just… really not okay, that it will only upset his son and feel like he can never be good enough! he drops all of his bullshit after a good talking to from you because deep down all he wants if for you and his children to be happy…

no one in this world can convince me that varg would not want to name his twins some really norse names, some really strong and kind of uncommon names! he spent months during your pregnancy reading through mythology and history books, looking for meaningful names, unique names… he wants names that highlight their norse blood! even if you, their mother, yourself are not… i have no doubt in my mind that he would have at least two songs inspired by their names, made for them! the first majorly soft thing varg did towards your son was buy him a little wolf plushie from a store! it’s kind of ironic considering the mythology lore behind vidar and fenrir but it was cute nonetheless and the first bit of major affection he showed towards him when he was still a baby!

[plusvanity]

faust x varg is an interesting pair. Do you plan on writing another fic abt them in the future?

I do, actually. It's pretty much a 'if Something Rotten never happened' type of story.

I've only told three people about it because it's really dark, and it's putting me through psychological hell, lol. If you're interested in a multichpter in which Varg receives what he bloody deserves, this might be the thing.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 20

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

This week was going shit. Varg was up Oystein's ass every other second about some stupid "mission of solidifying black metal", the shop had gotten a formal complaint from the police about property destruction which got him a fat fine. Some drunk idiot fell into a display and broke a ton of records that he would now have to eat the cost over. He was hiding out in his office just to get some peace from everyone. He had Faust pick up his food today because he didn't want to take his bad mood out on Y/n when she delivered his food.

Oystein started to eat his lunch in silence, enjoying being completely alone until the office door opened. Y/n walked in surprising him.

"I thought I told Faust to lock the door on the way out." He realized he had his glasses on and batted them off his face.

"No worries I just came to drop this. You can go back to jerking off on your little typewriter once I leave." She watched Oystein realize he still had his glasses on and he batted them off his face. She shook her head.

"Oh no he doesn't have perfect vision., trust me the glasses are the least stupid thing about your face with that hideous mustache living on your lip." She dropped the bag on his desk.

"Your lunch wench forgot your side orders and I wasn't getting blamed for not delivering them to you directly." Oystein smirked.

"I wouldn't have held it against you but I appreciate you bringing it." Oystein looked up at Y/n and noticed she was in some sort of trance.

"Y/n...you good?" He waved his hand and followed her gaze to the picture on his bulletin board. He stood up abruptly and stood in front of the desk to block her view but she was held her hands up for him not to come close to her.

"You weren't suppose to see that." Oystein said seeing her shaking. He stepped closer to her.

"Please don't. I just...just give me a second." She kept her face down so he couldn't see that she was crying.

"What can I do? Tell me what you need and I'll get it." Oystein offered.

"Trust me I would have run out of her with a giant fuck you if I could have kept my emotions on lock but I refuse to let your cult following see me cry or give you some sort of material to tell them you fucked me until I cried or something stupid." Oystein was surprised by what she said. He would never hurt her, let alone assault her.

"Y/n you have to know I wouldn't ever do that-" He moved towards her again.

"There as a time I thought I could believe that but I also didn't believe you actually took photos of Pelle...like that...and put them on display like he was some sideshow freak." She put her hands over her face now completely in shambles. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to do something, anything to make this better for her.

"I'm sorry you saw it." He whispered and her head shot up.

"You should be sorry you took it Oystein. God what is wrong with you? How did I miss this? How did I not see this side of you and just let myself fall in..." She cut herself off and for the first time since their relationship fell apart did he feel like something had struck him directly in the heart.

"I do...I do feel sorry that I took it. I've felt like shit since the moment I found him like that. I can't...look I'm sorry I can't go there with you okay? You just wouldn't understand what that's like. I'm a fucking mess and this is how I'm coping with it." Oystein felt the lump in his throat and shook his head. Explaining to anyone what he's been feeling since Pelle killed himself felt impossible. It felt lonely. It felt like if he let this feeling bubble to the surface, he might drown in it.

Y/n finally lifted her head and he used a napkin from his desk to wipe her tears. For a brief moment, she let him before taking the napkin and pulling herself together.

"Next time, I will leave your food with Faust." She whispered. He nodded his head understanding that she wouldn't ever come back into his office and he didn't blame her. He sat back down in his chair and looked over at the photo of Pelle. Being mad at him for doing what he did was the only way he didn't let his absence hurt.

The door cracked open again and Faust walked in.

"Hey are you still-"

"Lock the fucking door Faust!" Oystein yelled at him and he flipped the lock on the door before shutting it quickly. He just needed a break. He felt like he needed a vacation from his own fucking life.

[deathwhoregutfucker]

Black Metal/DSBM High School AU Headcanons

not edited lul

Vargelle 

Enemies to lovers, Varg would bully the fuck out of him and then they would eventually fall in love

Varg would confess to him that he’s into him, which is the reason why he would bully him so much (for attention that is, because this is Varg Vikernes we’re talking about)

Varg would always want him to cut class and just spend time with him whenever Varg would have a free period

Pelle would be hesitant, but he would still go every time

It would be worth getting in trouble to spend time with Varg

I feel like at first, Varg wouldn’t want to be seen with him at school

But everyone knows that he’s a homo, he’ll get over it eventually

Eurodead

Enemies to lovers/one sided enemies to lovers

Pelle would hate Øystein (because he’s antisocial) and Øystein would DESPERATELY try to befriend him

Especially whenever people would bully him

He would always come to his defense and protect him, especially when he would get really fucked up

They would start talking in their chemistry class, Øystein would realize that Pelle is struggling and he would offer to help him

At first he denied it, but he eventually would let Øystein him him with his school work

He would always patch him up and take care of his wounds

Øystein would invite Per to his house for dinner (because him mom was sick of hearing him gush about it for ages and not actually meet the boy)

His family would be weirded out by him since he doesn’t really talk to anyone aside from Øystein

It would take a while for Øystein’s family to warm up to him, but he would eventually

Necrohammer

Friends to lovers, maybe best friends to lovers

They would have sleepovers all of the time, so they would eventually get cuddly with each other whenever they’d sleep together

Which would turn into kissing each other goodnight, but of course, not in a gay way…right?

WRONG!! They’re sooo gay for each other, and everyone would already assume that they’re dating because they would be some of the only people who were out at school to begin with

They would make little gifts for each other all of the time, and they would write songs for each other too

They’re just happy and gay and winning and I just love that for them so fucking much

Eurovarg

MORTAL ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Eurovarg (both headcanon and canon) is a great example of how hate and love is very similar

Varg drove eight hours to kill Euro, he clearly had to care about him deeply in order to put in that much fucking effort

And Varg would put lots of effort into their relationship

He would always go out of his way to please Øystein in every single way possible

He would always hold him, not just because he loves him, but because he’s possessive

Especially when they out in public at a show

“You’re little and I don’t want people taking advantage of you” Varg would tell him

“The only person I have to worry about is you.”

And Varg would pick him up all of the time and Øystein would get all pissy because of it

Faustriz

I feel like they’re be friends to lovers, maybe

They’d be assigned as partners together for some project and they’d grow to like each other more and more

Fenriz would make the first move, he’d kiss him and they’d make out

Then he’d ask him out :D

DEFINITELY grumpy sunshine, I couldn’t think of a better duo to represent it 

Fenriz would always make fun of Faust and his (extremely gorgeous and cunning) resting bitch face

He would pout and scowl and just be a little bitchy bitch in general, and Fenriz would always try to make him laugh

But he would eventually crack and lighten up

Ramirez x Graf

I feel like they would be friends since they’re the only metal guys at school

At first, they’d just hang out to have someone to be around, but they would grow to like each other more over time

Ramirez would invite Graf over to his house and he would play with Graf’s hair (and he would always braid it too)

Sometimes he’d put little bows in it (but David would always rip them out despite loving them)

They wouldn’t have any other friends, and everyone would (rightfully) accuse them of dating

They would cut class to make out with each other in the bathroom, and they’d probably get caught quite often too

Ramirez would love taking Graf to parties only to get him drunk and watch all of the other guys force his drunk self into one of the bedrooms to use him 

(After Ramirez slips him a roofie of course!)

Kimgraf

Kim would be painting in art class, Graf would notice how talented he was and compliment him on it

But Kim wouldn’t really care that much at first, and Graf only took the class because he absolutely had to or else he wouldn’t graduate

And he would always sit next to Kim and try to copy whatever he was doing (to no avail)

Sometimes Kim would show him some tips, even putting his hand on David’s to guide it whenever he’d help him

David found it kind of weird that Kim doesn’t really talk, but that would only make him more interested in him

Sometimes, they would go and hang out in the woods after school to smoke since they both loved being outdoors

They’d go to Kim’s house and he would make food for Graf whenever he would stay for dinner

They would end up falling for each other, they give of slow burn vibes

Chrislas (Christian x Niklas)

Niklas would be up Christian for no reason one day, get sent to the office with him to tell the principal what happened, and the principal would give both of them detention

During detention, Christian couldn’t help but notice how Niklas was looking at him…

After, Christian would ask him why he was looking at him like that, he would push him up against the locker and make out with him

After that, Niklas would make it his duty to torment him as much as possible, and Christian would give it right back to him

Over time, Christian would ask why Niklas was bullying him, he’d tell him that he wants to sleep with him

Christian would give in and let him fuck him “just because he wanted the bullying to stop” 

They would be in the boys bathroom cutting class, Niklas would push him up against one of the walls in there

But of course, Because it was Niklas, it wouldn’t be in one of the stalls

And they would probably get caught too. Christian just can’t keep his mouth shut.