#hellhammer x necrobutcher

[l3yley]

Love them😍 (comment here what's next;) )

[lords-of-mayhem]

18, 24, 28, 36 and 6 with necrobutcher/hellhammer :3

Asks about your otp

6-What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Don't really have an answer for this one, honestly. :)

18-What is their sex life like?

Their sex life is pretty active. They tend to have sex at least a couple times a week, more often depending on their schedules. It's a way for them to feel closer to each other, so they tend to to prioritize it.

24-Are there any kinks or fetishes they share or don’t?

They both enjoy barebacking (and creampies.) Hellhammer is also pretty into morning sex whereas Necrobutcher doesn't really enjoy it, he'd much rather sleep in.

28-Are they jealous/possessive of each other?

Generally, no. They never really have a reason to be, they trust the other and don't deal with overly flirty people often. Hellhammer's more likely to get jealous/possessive, though. Sometimes, watching someone flirt with Necrobutcher just rubs him the wrong way.

36-What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

For Hellhammer, it's lips. For Necrobutcher, it's the neck. Although, Hellhammer will usually giggle no matter where he's kissed. When he's trying to be romantic, Necrobutcher will kiss his hand/arm.

[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 ;)

masterlist

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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[ar3-y0u-l0st]

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Requests: Open / Closed

"We are Lords of Chaos, Destroyer of Worlds!!"

> Dead/ Euronymous

》 DEAD

》 EURONYMOUS

- NECROBUTCHER

Little Tipsy

- HELLHAMMER

》 BÅRD FAUST

- OCCULTUS

Princess' Bodyguard - Keep it on the low

- METALION

- ANN-MARIT

Slumber Party

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

Credits: @cafekitsune for the caution tape divider

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 16

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

TW: Mentions of blood and suicide

After Pelle had killed himself and Necrobutcher quit the band, Oystein knew he had to make his next moves very carefully if he wanted to keep it together. Finding Pelle like he did broke his heart. He knew he had pain. He knew that he was down and out but a part of him never truly expected he would go through with it.

He knew the needed to get out of this house. After sensationalizing Pelle's death, the rumor mill about him being a brain eating occultist was running rampant which only served to give Mayhem more publicity. No matter how much he wanted to capitalize on it, being in the house now just felt wrong.

Most of their stuff had been cleared out, he was still packing up his own room but Hellhammer had already gotten his shit out. He said the house felt haunted and even though Oystein gave him shit about it, he often found himself standing at the doorway of Pelle's room, staring at the blood stain on the floor. The path of blood that led to the stained wooden boards that his brains were still embedded in deeply.

He knew that what he was doing was wrong but if he stopped and let himself feel this, he wasn't sure he would ever recover. The sound of tires screeching outside snapped him out of his thoughts and he could see Y/n's car carrying dust from how fast she just came to a halt.

"I don't need this right now-" Euronymous was carrying a box in his arms when Y/n's hand slammed into the side of his cheek sending him stumbling backwards into the car, dropping the box from his hand.

"YOU PIECE OF ABSOLUTE SHIT! HOW COULD YOU!?" She was screaming and crying as he brought his hand to his cheek that was throbbing. He couldn't believe she had just punched him.

"Jørn told me what you did! Skull necklaces? Have you no fucking soul at all?! He was a fucking person Oystein! He had people who loved him and cared about him!" She continued to cry through her anger and disgust.

"Please tell me this isn't real. I need you to tell me that this is all just to keep your image because I can't-" She started to hyperventilate and Oystein panicked.

"Y/n breathe, you're going to pass out!" He reached out and tried to steady her by the arms.

"Tell me they aren't really Pelle. Please tell me that I didn't have feelings for someone who would do something so callous and disgusting." She pleaded with him and Oystein nodded his head.

"They aren't! It's not him, I promise! Please just breathe." Oystein tried to comfort but she pushed him off of her, falling to her knees. He knelt down in front of her and extended his hand only to be slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" Oystein set back on his ass away from her so she could settle down but she just resumed crying silently.

"He was your friend...how could you let this happen." She gritted her teeth. The truth was, Oystein did feel responsible. He knew how bad Pelle was. He knew that he was experiencing an extra low-low and he had left him by himself to go see his parents for a free meal.

"There was nothing I could do Y/n. You know Pelle didn't want to be alive. He was fucked up-"

"Yeah! He needed help! Not encouragement. Not half-assed friends." Y/n wiped her face tearing a picture from her back pocket and tossing it at Oystein. It was the photo that Pelle let her keep all those years ago when they had done the corpse make up for the first time. Oystein felt pain in his chest. Thing's felt so simple then. He missed when he could terrified people with Pelle and actually make Y/n smile at him.

"You have become such an awful excuse of a human being." She looked up at him and he took his eyes off of the photo to meet her disappointed gaze.

"You shouldn't be here. There's nothing here for you." Oystein said keeping his tone calm knowing that there was nothing he could possibly say to provide her any comfort. They were too far gone now.

"You're right. There isn't." She pushed herself off the ground and Oystein rises to his feet in front of her, leaving the picture on the ground.

"I just had to see for myself. I had to know that there was no going back." Y/n had wiped her face again, this time leaving a smear of dirt from the ground on her chin. Oystein wished she hadn't come by. He wished he could have left this house and all the pain with it.

"I hope the world you've created burns to the ground and when it's all over, you realize all the people you burned with it. I hope it's all worth it in the end." She sniffled and turned her back on him, walking back to her car.

"You just don't understand Y/n. Please let me-" He tried but she cut him off.

"Go to hell Oystein." She gritted through her teeth before starting her car and peeling back down the road away from him, not bothering to look back.

Oystein knelt down to pick up the photo and all the things that had spilled out of the box when he was hit. He didn't think he could hurt anymore than he already did but this felt permanent. This felt as permanent as losing Pelle. He could feel pieces of him dying and how alone he was. He didn't need to go to hell because he was already there.

[rummiwrites]

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Is anyone who plays The Sims 4 interested in Mayhem/black metal sims? I was browsing the Gallery for shits and giggles, and there's pretty much nothing (there's a Dead sim, but you can't download him anymore?). I have Euronymous, Dead, Necrobutcher, Hellhammer, Manheim, Fenriz, Metalion, young Varg, and old Varg. No CC used, and if necessary I can edit them to be base-game-compatible. Just let me know and I'll upload them to the Gallery!

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[lords-of-mayhem]

necrobutcher/hellhammer? (ship bingo thingy)

Sure thing!

I ship them a pretty decent amount, even wrote a couple fics involving them. I don't put them quite at OTP level yet, but I could definitely be persuaded. They're a ship where I enjoy most of what people publish about them, so I'm not too picky.

I think their dynamic was cute, especially Hellhammer (sort of) sticking up for Necrobutcher during his confrontation with Euronymous. "Jørn come back!" and "he's coming back, right? 🥺" forever plague my mind.

I actually have a comfort sex idea that needs to be turned into a WIP soon that involved Hell and Necro sleeping together after Hell tries to comfort him about leaving the band.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Can you do a euronymous x guitarist reader where she is in slipknot and mayhem keeps playing the same gigs and euronymous sees her playing and falls in love

Guitar and Bands

Warning : falling/being in love, kinda fluff

Info : So here its is for you @iminlovewithmycarrrr hope you like it and I hope I did Slipknot some justice since I did not listen to them. Everyone have fun reading ;)

masterlist , rory culkins - masterlist

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

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He knew the band, he knew every single damn one of the members, knew their names, where they were born, old hell even what they all ate and drank.

He admired the band that had only existed a few years longer than they had, but was just as well known. The masks were what fascinated them all, especially the band's founder. They could have been the riders of the apocalypse.

As if this evil force had come out of the dark, putrid depths of hell. But the biggest mystery of all was the mysterious guitar player with the cat-like mask as if they had taken a werecat and put the skin off her mask and given her power like Satan himself.

She was incredible he listened to every gig on radio and TV with his band even the beginnings of the internet helped the band find some tours for the band and get tickets.

The reason why his fingers, no, his whole body, was tingling, his heart was beating faster. He wanted to finally see her under the mask and see who she really was. She was a beast on stage a figure of the devil along with the band that was different in a different way than Mayhem.

His band was dark, satanic, boundary testing, offensive and wanted to blow up. Their band, on the other hand, seemed to be doing their own thing, living a life without rules, doing what they wanted to do and not trying to build a new Satanic power.

He drove faster to the concert hall, it was his biggest concert, but only as an opening act for Slipknot. ,,If you drive like that anymore you'll kill us" Necrobutcher mekcertge behind him and held the instruments and requisitions with Hellhammer and fist.

While the blond of the band took care of the dead animals and things, he did not take part in the conversation. ,,If I don't drive like this, we'll be late... besides, I have to see the band," Euronymous nagged back and pressed the clutch to drive even faster.

They were already late anyway, the party they had because of the gig had escalated a little too much and they all had to sip a few cups of coffee and throw painkillers to get out of the house and into the car.

But they still managed to get a place in the parking lot of an endless labyrinth. Sprinting into the hall with their instruments, they pushed past the masses of people and he could just see her with the guitar in her hand and, as always, the mask on her face. ,,Get everything ready, I'll have a look around!" he called out to Hellhammer and quickly threw his guitar to him, who almost collapsed and cursed at his friend.

But it didn't matter, he was there to see them play, he almost got lost in the masses of security men and technicians, but he saw the band was on stage, all that was left was for the fog to clear. Listening to the crowds of fans, he felt his fingers itching to play with her.

The way she played the guitar with such confidence, it was something that drew him in, she drew him in. ,,Amazing" came from his lips as the band gave it their all, playing one song after another until what he hadn't thought possible happened.

She took off her mask, threw the cat mask into the crowd and seemed to have been made better by all the music gods. Gods of music.

Her playing trumped her beauty a goddess of music and the determined look in her eyes as she shuffled through the crowd and suddenly looked at him.

His heart pierced and winked at him, he knew he had lost himself, that he was itching to play guitar with her, kiss her and be with her in a wave of music.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ Lords of Chaos 2018 - Masterlist ~

Info : All the fanfictions in this masterlist are not meant to glorify the real events and are only based on the actors fo the movie

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Euronymous

°Flower in hell->fem reader, fluff, tiny hurt, comfort, no use of Y/n

°Music, beer and touch->fem reader, fluff, kissing, making out

°NSWF Alphabet-Euronymous

°Princess and the Vampire->fem reader, big fluff

°Get ready boys(all of Mayhem x reader (implied))->fem reader, fluff,comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Euronymous

°All the best in pink (sequel to Princess and the Vampire)->fem reader, fluff

°Eyes on you in the short skirt->fem reader, making out, kissing, tiny fluff

°Victim of faith->fluff, hurt/comfort, smutish, fem reader

°Old Love and Old friend->male reader, fluff, kiss

°Guitar and bands->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

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Pelle/Dead

°NSFW Alphabet-Pelle/Dead

°Your pain is my pain->fem reader,angst, hurt/comfort

°Expulsion of the one->(Euronymous x fem reader x Dead) fluff, comfort

°Fluff Alphabet ~ Pelle/Dead

°Pelle/Dead - NSFW - Drabble

°My cold and heat->fem reader, making out, fluff, Part.1

°My heat and cold->fem reader, smut, kissing, Part.2

°Dark Happiness->fem reader, hurt/comfort, angst, implied self-harm

°He is true Black Metal->male reader, fluff

°Halloween->fluff, fem reader

°Dead-A boyfriend like Satan->male reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°A normal day->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°Love in Spring ->Fluff, hurt/comfort

°My heart ->fluff, smut

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Faust

°NSFW Alphabet-Faust

°Pregnant? And a wedding?->fem reader, fluff, hurt/cmomfort, emotional

°Mine and only mine->fem reader, fluff, comfort, dark theme, smut

°Happy Birthday...somehow->fem reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Faust

°Cuddle Concert->fem reader, fluff, comfort, cuddling

°Satan's rebirth? Or a demoness after all? (Sequel to Pregnant? And a weeding?)->fem reader, fluff

°Dark Party with an Happy End->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

°Pink and Black->fem reader (black metal & bimbo style), fluff, getting to know eachother, fluff

°Goth Girlfriend->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°He is true Black Metal->male reader fluff

°Goth Girlfriend Part.2->fem reader, fluff, healthy relationship

°Oh my Satan a Baby->fem reader, fluff

°Blood->FTM reader, use of Y/n, fluff, period

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Varg

°NSFW Alphabet-Varg

°The ribbon of music->fem reader, angst, fluff

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Hellhammer

°NSFW Alphabet-Hellhammer

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Necrobutcher

°It's over->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°Necrobutcher - NSFW - Drabble

°Party and a cold Night->kissing, fluff

°Jealousy - Headcanon

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Occultus

°NSFW Alphabet-Occultus

°Quiet and Loud->fem reader, fluff

°Slow and eternal->fem reader, fluff, slowburn

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

OKAY WAIT I HAVE AN IDEAAAA! Do you think you could do the black circle x fem!reader?? (Dead is alive for this). When they first meet her they’re really mean n harsh and they make fun of her but after a while she starts to come around more and they start to really like her and enjoy her presence. That’s all I could think of😭😭

A smile, muffins and music

warning : fluff, comfort

Info : Thanks for the request anon hope you like it and can now think of other things. Everyone else too have fun reading ;)

masterlist

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She was like an annoying fly that couldn't find its way out. Like a rabbit that kept getting caught in the trap because it wanted to get to the carrot. Like a stupid animal that kept getting caught, but didn't seem to mind. Whenever the bell rang and she came in, there was no new customer, no packet, just her.

The slight smile on her lips as she took in the atmosphere was something the group didn't like at all. A fly in her normal outfit, not a hint of black on her, no black make-up, no tattoo, no black lipstick, just a normal girl.

An annoying one at that, because at first the black circle thought she was lost and had even tried to help her in a relatively friendly way, but instead she stayed in the store and stayed and stayed, which only came to an abrupt end after Varg snorted at her and Dead gave her a little show of his skills.

"That will have scared her off," Euronymous muttered, looking up from the till to see her figure running around the corner before turning back to the money but somehow none of them could get that little smile out of their heads.

The way she had looked at the pallets with interest, finding the designs fascinating even if she had no idea about the music, it was somehow funny and yet annoying.

Maybe it was the first time they had seen that "normal" people could also find joy in this store. Something the group perhaps even liked, maybe they wanted to be normal for a brief moment. But as luck would have it, they came back the very next day. To everyone's surprise, she had a box with her, a box that smelled delicious.

A smell that the black circle could identify as muffins. "Hello... I know I don't know anything about this... but maybe we can start again?" she asked and placed the muffins on the bars, watching as the group thought about their leader, then looked at her and back.

But when Faust took the first bite and sighed as the chocolate oentagram painted on the muffin seemed to have an effect, the group was more than willing to take it.

They quickly went through the records and albums together with Euronymous, Dead, Hellhammer and Necrobutcher. She practiced guitar with Varg, Faust and Occultus and tried to write like the others herself while she practiced making music with the guys, something they all wanted more and more of.

Maybe she wasn't quite so normal after all, maybe it was the mix of both or just the demonically good pentagram muffins she always brought in for the group with a smile. But who could say at the end of the day in the music store.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hi! I love your Lords of Chaos writings,(love how you describe Pelle)

I wanted to ask if you could do a necrobutcher x reader(fem)... To be hones anything. But if you want an idea, you could do something where reader is friends with necro, and Eronymous made a party where he invited reader.( I dont really care what kind you do tbh, its just annoying that no one really writes for necro and hellhammer.

If you do, thank you sweets! Have a nice day!

Party and a cold night

warning : drinking, fluff, kissing

Info : Happy that you like my writing (and on Dead as I'm always saying I try to keep the characters as realistic as possible) I could work with your request don't worry a sweet kinda things have fun reading :)

masterlist

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

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It was a call he had needed that the band no the group of friends of darkness knew where they would get not only free beer next but also the best music. Black Metal.

The black circle had planned not to terrorize the city this weekend but to do something quiet like a small home concert, a concert that the founder and messenger of the only true music Eruonymous had announced to his friends on the phone. He knew that at a party for all young adults, teenagers and metalheads the best inspiration and music could be heard.

It would be almost like a dark fair because a few artists would also come and with Dead's art and his almost poem-like words, everything would be perfect with Faust's music collection. And in the end they would all wake up drunk with a hangover anyway just to either carry on or go home and make music again the next day.

There was only one or the other. Including the calls from his one and only album cover artist who came across the group by chance with the help of her then chance acquaintance Necrobutcher.

She almost ran him over with her car on her way to a showcase in some music store but now. Now, as her gaze turned out the window towards the street, she could see the light shining on her car, the light that was pointing towards her apartment, the machine that led to the tyo she almost killed.

He was here she hurriedly put black lipstick on her lips and took one last look in the mirror, grabbing her bag before running down the stairs out of her apartment and falling into his arms outside in the cool darkness of the night. The smell of leather and flowers on him was almost cute.

She knew that he liked flowers, unlike the others, he was still "normal" and always helped his mother plant flowers because of the sweet smell. ,,Evening, my love," he greeted her and gave her a gentle kiss before she got on the bike behind him and they both rode through the night towards Euronymous.

The one who was responsible for the fact that they would all soon be ruling the world if you overdo it either way was a thing they both agreed on. Even though all the rumors and incidents had told them both to be careful, the last thing they wanted was to have the police with them.

But that was something they wouldn't worry about now that night she could feel his warmth despite the elder jacket wrapped around his upper body, the light muscles from his training, his motorcycle, the trips they had always taken together and so many more to come.

,,You sweetheart must have missed me, didn't you?" he asked, looking briefly over his shoulder and winking at her before she gave him a kiss on the cheek and he was able to concentrate on the road again.

But his grip on her as they drove around curves he put his hand on her thigh he was gentle warm and tender he loved her she knew it and she loved him they both held each other no matter the time. ,,I miss you every second," she said, smiling before enjoying the cool breeze of the night as the minutes passed and the conversation moved from small talk to new artwork, flowers and date ideas.

One thing she appreciated about him was when he told her exactly what he wanted and didn't hide behind the cool façade like the others. He put a little heart in her eyes and she gave him another kiss, which he returned as they slowed down.

They stopped in front of the shack that served as a house and music studio but like everything, it was the inner values that counted. ,,The incredible castle," he mumbled, getting off the mojo bike before offering her his hand, which she accepted with a grin.

,,Quite incredible," she replied and the two of them walked to the door laughing and banging on it as the doorbell didn't work and they both knew that Euroynmous wouldn't spend money on such a thing. The music was loud and they thought they would have to smash another doorbell to get in.

But luck seemed to be on their side as the door opened and the black-haired band founder stood in front of them with a beer. ,,Guys! Come on in, it's nice that you're here, you're missing Dead's singing, come on in!" he shouted through the music and simply pressed his beer into Necrobutcher's hand and gave the artist a new one and closed the door behind them.

But his two friends could only smile, they didn't know their mutual friend any differently when he was drunk, he was exuberant and in a celebratory mood.

And that's exactly what they did: they drank, celebrated, sang along and had a damn good time together for themselves and with their friends at this amazing party night.

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@icarus-star

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 14

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

Oystein refused to let himself be upset about losing whatever he had with Y/n. He would rather turn what he was feeling into anger and use it in their music. Someone new started delivering their groceries and he tried to go to the shop less and less but when he absolutely had to, he would call his order in and pick it up. There were occasions that she was in the shop when he was picking up but he never tried to talk to her, make eye contact with her or even let on that she was the reason he stopped coming in the shop when Hammeed asked why he no longer dined in.

They had shit to do and focusing on putting an album together was the most important thing. He even tried to make up things in his own head in order to try and sway his feelings for her. Her shitting on his band, his playing, his music. Her fucking around with that tall punk she had at the bar with her the last time they spoke. Her fucking anyone made his blood boil. He had only gotten to taste her and he felt robbed having never gotten to fuck her. He knew that was a shit way of thinking but anger worked better for him.

"Fucccck." Necrobutcher whined from the kitchen.

"We're going to have to get our own groceries now. Apparently the replacement has decided we're out of range." He held up a slip of paper that was taped to their last order that had been dropped. The person doing the drop off had been terrified of them and had run from the house many times, once while Pelle walked naked out of the woods so they should have seen this coming. Oystein snatched the piece of paper and went upstairs to his room to call the number on the receipt.

He had argued with the grocer owner for almost 30 minutes before he finally relented and said that if Y/n agreed to run their orders, then they would make an exception but certain stipulations would have to be met. Oystein wasn't given the stipulations until she pulled up a week later and whistled making them all look up at her from the front yard.

"Let me borrow you for a second." She said walking to the back of the car. Oystein made a move to get up but she put her hand up.

"Not you...you." Necrobutcher looked surprised but jogged over towards the back of the car. She handed him a piece of paper and looked to be explaining things to him. He glanced over at Oystein who stood with his arms crossed annoyed to have been told not to approach her. He watched Necrobutcher sign something and nod what looked to be a soft apology to her and she squeezed his arm before handing him the first bag of groceries. She got back into the car and kept her window rolled up as he waved them over to help carry things.

"What the hell was that?" Oystein asked as he watched him tuck a piece of paper into his back pocket.

"The stipulations of our deliveries. Just grab some stuff and don't say anything to her if you want to keep getting food delivered." Necrobutcher said hauling a heavy case of beer towards the house. Oystein leaned into the trunk and caught Y/n's eyes in the rear view mirror as he grabbed bags and shook his head at her like he was disappointed. He would find out later that the terms of delivery were that the only person she wanted to have contact with was Necrobutcher and that any attempts to touch or talk to her would terminate the contract and they would no longer be able to order groceries.

Thing's continued like this for about six months. She would pull up and meet with Butcher and Oystein would have to be contained. He stopped coming to the car after the first month because he felt like an idiot unable to even thank her for bringing them things. He made sure that Butcher was tipping her properly despite Hellhammer saying she didn't need one. She only had one run in with Pelle emerging naked and she shook her head seeing fresh wounds on his forearms as he walked like a zombie into the house. That was the only time she held Oystein's eye contact and truly looked sad.

The day after that silent exchange, she showed up unexpectedly with a single bag of groceries as they were loading up the van.

"Um...hey! We didn't order anything-" Butcher walked around the van towards her and she handed him a bag.

"I know...this is from me...I figured you guys might be able to utilize it." Y/n bit her lip now in the presence of the entire band. She had never appeared nervous around them until this moment. Oystein couldn't read her behavior but she gave a weak smile before turning on her heel to go back to her car.

"T-thanks! We're going to a show if you-" Oystein slapped Necrobutcher's chest with the back of his hand, stopping him from inviting her and she nodded towards Butcher.

"Thanks but I'm working. Good luck with the show." She didn't stick around to see them open the bag but when they did, Oystein felt something ache in his chest.

"First Aid Kit, peroxide...oh a suture kit! That'll come in handy for when Dead wants to fight us about getting stitches." Necrobutcher weeded through the contents of the bag and Hellhammer laughed.

"Damn she must have a hard on for Dead now." He teased earning a scoff from Oystein.

"Or maybe she's trying to help us keep him from offing himself. It would be nice to finish this album with him and not have to get him committed." Necrobutcher defended Y/n's actions.

"We're not having him committed." Oystein mumbled.

"We can't just keep having him bleed out on stage man. This shit is going to catch up to him eventually." Oystein shot a glare at Necrobutcher as Pelle walked slowly out to the van from the woods, now fully dressed.

"Can I use that bag?" Pelle asked curiously before holding up a flattened fox that flies were trying to make a meal of.

"Fuck no!" Necrobutcher slammed the door shut leaving the supplies in the van, knowing they would need to use them sooner rather than later and the last thing that needed to sit on top of it was a dead animal.

Oystein wanted to thank her but he knew it wouldn't mean anything. He knew that she looked at him and saw someone who didn't give a fuck about life or death. He wasn't concerned with Pelle killing himself. He wasn't bothered by the pain and suffering someone he's supposed to care about. He knew it was for the best for her to hate him. He really just wished he could get over the feeling in his chest whenever he saw her.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 5

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

Oystein paced nervously watching the sun go down. They were having a party tonight with all their friends and soon to be fans. Pelle's coming out party, if you will. Pelle had asked for a few things that they didn't happen to have at the quick stop near their place so he placed an order for groceries. He wasn't sure if he hoped Y/n would be the one to show up or not because he was already nervous enough. He never let people see him this out of sorts but Pelle didn't seem to really care either way. It's not like he was going to tell people what a nervous wreck he was.

"GROCERIES ARE HERE!" One of the others yelled and he walked out towards the door.

"I have an order for...Oh...you aren't Satan's cock." Y/n laughed.

"Sorry one of the guys put in the order." Oystein grabbed some of the bags from her arms.

"Do you have like a few guys to spare? There's an extraordinary amount of alcohol in the back of the car I can't carry." Like magic Hellhammer, Necrobutcher and a few friends ran towards the car.

"I'd give you the two cent tour but the place is disgusting right now." Oystein explained as she followed him into the kitchen.

"Yeah I didn't expect much from four men living in one place. However your groceries were much different than any orders your parents ever put through. Face paint, condoms, and a pigs intestines...I'm not sure I want to know." She held out the brown bag to Oystein who leaned away from it for Pelle to snatch it.

"That's mine. Thank you." Pelle disappeared up the steps and Y/n laughed.

"Did you want to stay? We're having a party." Oystein offered and she scrunched her face.

"I really shouldn't-"

"Do you know what corpse face paint looks like." Pelle had returned sans pig intestines pointing at finger at Y/n.

"Um...vaguely? White with hollowed holes, right?" She gestured to her eyes and mouth.

"We need your help." Pelle grabbed the bag of paint and Oystein looked between him and Y/n as she stood confused. Oystein held his arm out as if he was directing her to follow Pelle, which she did getting a quick peak at the house as they all tried to fit into the tiny bathroom.

"I need you to paint his face. We want people to fear us. We want to haunt their dreams." Pelle ripped the paint from the bag and started working on his own face. Y/n looked at him still thrown but Oystein just shrugged.

"Can you um...get lower somehow?" She asked making Oystein look for a place to sit. She gestured for him to sit down on the table so she could get to his face at a better angle and she looked over his blank face.

"I don't suppose you have a head band so it doesn't get in your hair do you?" She glanced over her shoulder at Pelle who narrowed his eyes at her. She pulled a hair tie from around her wrist and started pulling Oystein's hair away from his face into a ponytail.

"Okay I've never claimed to be an artist but I will do my best for hellscape and not bozo the clown." She started applying the black first, around his eyes making the blue almost seem darker. She stood between Oystein's knees and could feel his feet bouncing.

"Stop bouncing, just breathe." She whispered close enough to his face that he could smell cinnamon gum on her breath. He quietly apologized and Y/n made sure to keep her lines straight. By the time she was applying the white, Pelle was looking over her shoulder and nodding his approval. He left the bathroom briefly to grab clothes, leaving the two of them alone.

"T-thank you...for doing this." Oystein kept his voice low and Y/n smirked.

"You're welcome lord of darkness." She teased. She pushed his knees together and sat down on top of them so she could use the black paint on his lips. Her hand rested on his chin and he tried to smile at the closeness but she was quick to stop him.

"No smiling! You'll give yourself smile lines and that's not very demonic." She warned. Oystein let his hands rest on her hips as she leaned in so close to his mouth, he was ready to say fuck this party and fuck her right here in the bathroom.

She sat back once she was finished and Pelle returned to look over her work.

"Perfect." Oystein nodded at him and she removed herself from his lap so he could put his leather jacket on and pull his hair from the ponytail. He shook his hair out and they both stared at themselves in the mirror.

"Remember you are the ruler of chaos and death!" Pelle explained to Oystein. Y/n walked over to the sink to clean the paint from her hands. She tried not to smirk watching them pose in the mirror.

"Every one around you is a disgusting, worthless insect!" Pelle continued to try and get Oystein into character and he was starting to feel it.

"We are lords of chaos!" Pelle said and Oystein pivoted on his feet.

"Destroyer of worlds...no?" Pelle laughed at Oystein's attempt and Y/n couldn't help laughing either.

"You guys look badass. I will admit it." Y/n threw her hands up and Pelle handed her a camera.

"Can you take our picture so we'll know how to do our paint for next time?" Pelle asked politely and Y/n wiped her wet hands on her jeans before taking the camera. She made sure to get the perfect angle and shifted them to the side so the lighting was perfect. She took about four photos and the three of them watched them develop impatiently. Pelle handed her one with a slight smile.

"You can say you were here when it all started." Y/n took the photo and smiled at him. It was a silent thank you as he left the bathroom once more and Oystein smiled again.

"AH!" She pointed a quick finger at him and he frowned instead of smiling.

"He doesn't really talk to a lot of people like that. I think he might like you." Oystein opened the bathroom door and Y/n walked out with him.

"What can I say? I draw an interesting crowd." She saw Oystein's eyes and noticed how anxious he looked. She put a hand on his belly to focus him and he cut his eyes to her.

"Go out there and make those people believe the blood that runs through your veins is black and the sounds of hell echo with torture and twisted metal from your music. Show those motherfucking scum who truly reigns supreme." Oystein's breath hitched in his throat at her tone. He wasn't sure she had ever heard her curse like that and it was doing something to him. He nodded his head before walking through the doors to the party going on outside. She watched from the window as his friends greeted him and Pelle with their makeup on and it truly made her happy that he was able to bask in this. She bumped into someone as she was about to slip out the side door.

"Sorry!" She apologized and he just nodded. She assumed he was one of their friends and didn't bother engaging anymore. When she walked outside Hellhammer put a wad of scrunched up, moist bills in her hand as payment and she cringed.

"You're welcome to stay if you want. I don't think Oystein will mind." He offered but she noticed him being ushered over to a group of girls who had just arrived.

"I'm still on the clock but thanks. Have a good night." She waved before walking towards her car. She couldn't help but notice how the girl smirked at Oystein as he spoke. She remembered her face. She was the photographer at the bar. She must take photos of bands or something. Y/n shook her head feeling stupid for even dwelling on this for a second longer than she should. She got in her car and watched the party erupt in chaos before pulling back onto the road knowing she was the last thing on Oystein's mind right now.

[lords-of-mayhem]

Lords Of Chaos Ships Playlist

A playlist of songs for various LOC ships. (Only one per ship this time <3)

Blackthorn x Varg // I Bet On Losing Dogs

I bet on losing dogs. I know they're losing and I pay for my place by the ring where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down. I'll be there on their side, I'm losing by their side.

Dead x Euronymous // Heaven Iowa

I've unspooled on the floor, I feel so A Star Is Born. Kiss my cheek, baby, please. Would you read my eulogy? I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me.

Tell me when the party ends, will you still love who I am? Scar crossed lovers, forever. I'm checking myself out forever. Save your breath, half your life you've been hooked on death.

Faust x Varg // Cigarette Daydreams

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's going down. You sigh, look away. I can see it clear as day. Close your eyes, so afraid, hide behind that baby face.

Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall, you were looking out of place. Cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak, nearly brought me to my knees.

Dead x Euronymous x Hellhammer x Necrobutcher // Remember When

You were the first, so was I. Made love and then you cried, remember when? We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy and there was hurt. Life was changed, disassembled, rearranged. We came together, fell apart, and broke each other's hearts.

Faust x Occultus // Francesca

Do you think I'd give up, that this might've shook the love from me? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? If someone asked me at the end, I'd tell them put me back in.

I would do it again. If I could hold you for a minute, darling, I'd do it again. I could find you, darling, in any life.

Euronymous x Varg // Hum Hallelujah

I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'til tonight do us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too.

My words are my faith, to hell with our good name. Remix of your guts, your insides x-rayed. And one day, we'll get nostalgic for disaster.

Blackthorn x Faust // We Fell In Love In October

Smoking cigarettes on the roof, you look so pretty and I love this view. We fell in love in October, that's why I love fall. Looking at the stars, admiring from afar.

Faust x Fenriz // Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes

Doc, that's a hole where something was. Put him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man. He needs his head put in a CAT scan. Oh, I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine.

What a match, I'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet. Imperfect boys with their perfect ploys, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Metalion x Ann-Marit // Apocalypse

You leapt from crumbling bridges, watching cityscapes turn to dust. Filming helicopters in the ocean from way above. Got the music in you, baby. Kisses on the foreheads of lovers, wrapped in your arms.

You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos, left in the dark. Sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids. Sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you clutched in your fist.

Euronymous x Faust x Varg // I Love You Like An Alcoholic

Cast that first glance. Your smile, my veins at maximum capacity, blood pumping so fast. My girl, if looks gave heart attacks. Some handsome dark stranger, you were standing there on the corner.

Kissed that first night and then the rain opened up the sky. You had those compelling magnetized eyes you must've lost when you got older. You laughed, but seemed a little sad. One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic.

[lords-of-mayhem]

Masterlist Of Fics

A masterlist of all the fics I have done so far. Any explicit fics will be marked with a *

Go Forward Slowly (Dead x Euronymous)*

It wasn’t the first time Øystein had imagined Pelle after his death. He’d caught flashes of him everywhere off and on, mostly looking at placing Pelle used to frequent and sometimes still seeing him there. Out in the forest, it would be like nothing had changed. He’d imagine Pelle darting through the trees, chasing after God knew what, only catching glimpses of blonde hair through the greens and browns of the forest. 

Running Damage Control (Dead x Euronymous)*

Pelle glanced over his shoulder to look at Øystein, giggling at him and obediently tossing the knife into the fallen leaves on the forest floor. He kept running, though. The realization hit Øystein a moment later that Pelle was no longer running after something, he was running from Øystein. And he wanted him to chase.

Atone From The Same Prayer (Faust x Occultus)*

“You’ve got to be quieter,” Faust murmured, pressing closer to his back and sliding a hand over his mouth.

Jane Doe (Faust x Occultus)*

Long stretches of pale skin were exposed to him, but it wasn’t normal paleness. It was a sickly color, not like anything Varg had ever seen before. The body was completely bare, splayed out on the bed and not even a sheet covering his naked body.

The Rest Around My Heart (Necrobutcher x Hellhammer)*

Jørn’s warm hands held onto his waist, using it to pull him back into every thrust. He was grateful for that too. Jørn steadied him in a way he wouldn’t be otherwise, guiding his motions and letting him simply lay there. Jan considered that maybe he was just grateful for everything when he was drunk. 

You Treat Your Mouth As If It's Heaven's Gate (Varg x Faust)*

“How would you have done it?” Faust asked and it took a moment for Varg to realize he was serious. He genuinely wanted to know how Varg would have killed him that night, tone no longer playful in the same way it had been.

A Little Too Much, A Little Too Soon (Varg x Faust)*

Everyone else was so blissfully unaware of where they’d snuck off to and what they were doing. He wondered if their friends had even noticed they’d disappeared yet. 

Praying In Tongues, Let Your Blood Speak For Me (Dead x Occultus)*

He looked up at him with eyes blown wide, watching Pelle as though he was a God coming down from the Heavens. Blind worship in his face, waiting for whatever salvation Pelle could offer him. And Pelle would give him salvation, continuing to let his blood flow over him in small waves. Occultus kept his mouth open, tongue out and waiting, treating Pelle’s blood as though it was the blood of Christ himself and savoring every drop he was allowed.

A More Intimate Affair (Poly Mayhem And Co)*

Øystein figured this was just an inevitability. The choice to put a bunch of hormonal young men in the same space was bound to have consequences.

Baby, We're The New Romantics (Occultus x Faust)*

"It’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” Faust assured him.

Lamb To The Slaughter (Varg x Euronymous)*

The boy had no sense of survival, no cautiousness about him. He happily followed an older man, one he didn’t truly know very well, down into the darkened underside of his shop. They were alone together with no one expected to come by until the following day, yet Varg still acted as though nothing bad could happen to him. Another way he behaved like a child, having the naivety and blind trust of one. 

Please Don't Stop The Rain (Euronymous x Faust)

He was used to the rain by now and it even gave him comfort at times. This was one such time, it made things feel more comfortable. It was cold and wet outside, yet he was cuddled up in Faust’s bed where it was dry and warm.

In The Interim (Euronymous x Dead)*

“You fucked up the makeup,” Øystein teased, echoing Pelle’s earlier words back at him.

Burning Through The Galaxy (Euronymous x Dead)*

“Most people would give a warning,” He explained and Pelle tilted his head at him, almost as though the thought never even crossed his mind. Øystein would believe that. It was clear Pelle was confused, not picking up on the social etiquette associated with this sort of thing.

All Apologies (Euronymous x Varg)*

After the first drink, it had been extremely easy to hand another to Varg and watch as he drank that one too. Varg didn’t hesitate after that, drinking anything he was handed because it made him feel included. Øystein lost track of how many he’d had, but after a while, Varg was swaying on the couch.

Remember When The Boys Were All Electric? (Faust x Occultus)*

A collection of ficlets of Faust x Occultus, each chapter focusing on a different kink.

Socially Constructed Sabotage (Euronymous x Dead)*

“Do you need me to be gentle, Øystein?” Pelle asked in a tone that left Øystein wondering if it was a genuine offer. The blonde crawled onto the bed with him and slid between his thighs, ignoring the fact Øystein was still clothed. He placed himself there like he belonged, spreading his thighs to be the perfect space for him. He didn’t stop until he was pressed as close as he could manage, leaning over his body and trapping him down to the bed. “Does the idea of giving your virginity away frighten you? Do I need to be soft and sweet while I take it?” 

Mariners Apartment Complex (Varg x Euronymous x Faust)*

The white walls of the laundromat made the young men wearing all dark clothes stand out, immediately catching Øystein’s eyes. Although, perhaps the phrase “boys” was a more accurate descriptor. Both looked young, neither appeared older than teenagers. They sat close together, passing a cigarette back and forth between them. One glanced around almost obsessively and Øystein wondered if he was looking for something particular. 

Depollute Me Pretty Baby (Varg x Faust)

“Your hair is so tangled,” Varg murmured through the darkness of Helvete. He normally hated curling up on the filthy mattress Faust had more or less claimed as his own, but he supposed he was feeling particularly needy tonight. It had been hours since the shop had closed for the night and Faust had encouraged him to lay down with him, enticing him with the promise of kisses and movies. 

A Boy With Kaleidoscope Eyes (Cellophane Flowers Of Purple And Blue) (Jynkky x Occultus)*

Jynkky was captivated by him and watched him for a while, wishing he could know him and join in whatever fun he was having. It seemed some force out there was listening to his wishes because the man caught onto him staring eventually, looking back at Jynkky and smiling. With his head turned, Jynkky could now see the man had purple wildflowers sticking in his hair. He reminded Jynkky of an American hippie that he had seen in magazines that the rest of the band had made fun of him for owning.

Cicada (Varg x Blackthorn)*

"Sick of his own face, sick of his skin, of the dark, he crawls outside himself to sing."

And Suddenly, I Was A Lilac Sky (Euronymous x Dead)

Øystein hadn't ever particularly cared that he couldn't see the world in color. He knew some people laid in bed every night, worrying they might never meet their soulmates and he knew plenty that raved about how perfect the world was once color seeped into it. He didn't lose any sleep over seeing in black and white, though.