Øystein has flashbacks of his ex band member Pelle but his girlfriend y/n comforts him
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Øystein sat in his dimly lit room, the weight of the memories still heavy on his shoulders. Y/N, ever the understanding presence, sat beside him on the bed, their hands gently intertwined. She knew he needed space, but she also knew he needed her by his side.
"I'm so sorry you have to see me like this," Øystein murmured, his voice barely audible, filled with both gratitude and self-blame. He tried his best to hide his face, turning away.
"Don't be sorry" Y/N said softly. "I'm here because I want to be. We're in this together, remember?"
He nodded, appreciating her unwavering support. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the rain tapping against the windowpane.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Y/N asked gently, knowing that sometimes, voicing the pain could help ease the burden.
He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's just... sometimes the memories of Pelle come back so vividly, and I feel helpless all over again. He was like a brother to me, and I couldn't save him." It was a statement, admitting his trust for y/n. He never told anyone of his true feelings lungering inside him. Euronymous often claimed he had no friends, no feelings and no pity for anyone yet y/n could see through this facade.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and his girlfriend wiped them away with her thumb, offering a tender smile.
"You can't blame yourself, Øystein. You did everything you could. Mental health struggles are complex, and it's not your fault. Pelle knew you cared about him deeply."
Øystein leaned into her touch, seeking comfort in her warmth and understanding. "I miss him so much. It's like a never-ending ache in my heart."
Even for her this reaction was surprising, not expecting such true felt thoughts behind those beautiful eyes. It was like he had a soft spot reserved for y/n's eyes only.
She couldn't resist and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.
"It's okay to miss him. Grief takes time, and it's okay to feel all these emotions. I'm here to listen and support you."
With her encouragement, Øystein began to share memories of Pelle – the laughter they had shared about scaring strangers on the street, the dreams they had woven together, and the music they had created, a whole new genre not available for the public. He spoke of the pain he felt when he found him, the guilt that gnawed at him for not taking the signs serious. Euronymous knew about his thoughts and mental health, however he never could have imagined he actually would do it.
Y/N listened attentively, letting him express his feelings without judgment. She understood that sometimes, words alone weren't enough, so she held him tight, offering a silent understanding that conveyed more than any spoken language ever could.
As Øystein continued to open up, he felt a sense of relief washing over him. It was as if each memory shared lightened the burden he carried within. Y/N's presence and acceptance were like a balm for his wounded suffering soul.
In the quietude of the room, their connection grew stronger, a deep bond forged through vulnerability and compassion. He knew he was not alone in his pain; he had Y/N by his side, holding him up when he felt like crumbling.
With his girlfriend giving him a sense of strength, Øystein looked into her eyes, gratitude and love shining through. She had been his rock, guiding him through the darkness and reminding him that he was worthy of love and healing.
Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss filled with unspoken emotions, a tender exchange of solace and support. In that moment, they found solace in each other, knowing that together, they could weather any storm.
As they pulled back from the kiss, Y/N smiled softly, her eyes shimmering with understanding. "We'll get through this together, Øystein. I promise."
He nodded, a sense of hope rekindling within him. With Y/N's love, he knew he could face the past and find a way to heal. They held each other close, finding strength in their shared embrace, ready to face whatever challenges life threw their way. In the sanctuary of Euro's room, they had found a sanctuary in each other's hearts.
Hey can u do some smut with the character dead from lord of chaos? Love your blog
Pelle/Dead - NSFW - Drabble
warning : somnophilia, oral sex (female reciving), kissing
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Info : Thanks anon for the request and glad to hear you like my blog have fun reading and everyone else too :)
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°For him, the sex act is more than just something intimate. It is for him the physical boundary of union on so many levels. For him, it is that certain something, the union between the dead and the living, a higher power.
°It would be a night like any other, actually the two wanted to sleep. But something was different. Dead was more cuddly than usual since they were lying on his mattress. He seemed almost lost in thought as he snuggled closer and closer to her.
°,,Warm," he mumbled and his fingers ran over hers, she was warm unlike him. The pulse that went through her body, the warmth of her blood. She was so much more to him.
°But his girlfriend heard this only dully, she was already half asleep. While the blonde let his gaze wander over her, checking if she was asleep, he let his hand wander over her body. Because of the temperature, they had no blanket, the warmth of each other's bodies was enough.
°But while he wore only his underwear, she had borrowed a shirt from him. ,,Beautiful and warm," he murmured and his cold fingers moved to her face. They ran over her soft cheeks and lips. But she hardly noticed. Sitting up slightly, he gave her a gentle, almost cautious kiss.
°She didn't wake up and he felt a wave of excitement go through him. Perfectly still went through his mind as his fingers went to her neck. Slightly increasing the pressure on her carotid artery he saw her murmur. But she didn't wake up, instead she lay on her back from the side and seemed so content.
°Placing his hand on your shirt and pulling it up slightly, he exposed her upper body. Only illuminated by the relatively bright white moonlight, he exhaled almost shakily. Moving closer to her, his lips laid on her newly exposed skin. Kissed, licked and bit lightly into the warm flesh. He felt and heard her sigh and her body respond to him.
°His fingers grasped her sensitive nipple and squeezed lightly. Not enough to wake her up, she was still "dead". But it was enough to hear the soft moan that came from her lips. Letting his tongue wander over the sensitive part of her body he sighed. He felt her breathing increase slightly and felt his own arousal grow.
°Let his fingers wander over her upper body for a few more moments. He moved slightly away from her to reposition himself between her legs. Letting his fingers wander over the skin again, he pushed her legs slightly apart. He heard the almost surprised sound and looked at her. But apart from the warmth radiating from her, the hardened nipples, there was no sign that she would wake up.
°Kissing his way down her thighs, biting her skin again and licking it apologetically, he could practically smell her arousal the closer he got to her centre. He could see the wet spot forming in the grey panty. ,,So good for me," he murmured and let his fingers wander over it.
°Moving a little more towards her, he kissed his way down her thighs one last time. Before his fingers went to her panties and pulled them down. Before he let his fingers wander over her centre. Soft, warm and wet, he felt it and licked the arousal from his fingers.
°He sighed and his one hand went to her hip, pulling her closer as his tongue entered her. He caressed her with his tongue and every now and then sighs and moans escaped her lips. While whimpering and moaning sounds came from Dead as his other hand went into his own pants. Grasping his erection and bringing himself closer to pleasure.
°With each passing moment he moved his hips to it, drawing it even closer to his tongue. Enjoying her ever more remarkable excitement. Greedily taking in every drop and wishing she would stay like this forever. But only seconds later he heard his friend's tired voice. As she said his name which was quickly interrupted by a moan. He felt her fingers tangling in his hair, encouraging him to continue.
°,,Thank you, my heart," he murmured, kissing her hand, which came free of his hair for a moment before she pulled him into a kiss. Tasting herself through him and heaving a sigh. Before the blond positioned himself back between her legs.
I don’t know if you are still taking requests but, Could you do one where Euron has one of his “episodes” where he’s remembering Dead and the reader helps him through it?
Woah woah that's a great idea, I was gone for a while but oh well surprise, I'm back! I'll get right to it
"Anyway, I’m very happy that you wrote, because I’m really into getting more contacts in DDR. I know one guy there, in Waltershausen, but he speaks only German, and my German is not so good. Besides, I have not heard from him for ages. I would love to write with you, and if you want, I can send you a free copy of the demo we did last, it’s called ‘Deathcrush’. I’d die to know more about the scene in DDR, do you have any good death metal bands there? We have our own record label, and I’d really love to sign an East German death metal band! I’d also really like to play a concert there, that dude from Waltershausen said that he could arrange something, hope it will become reality.” - Euronymous in his first letter to Abo Alsleben, part 2 🕯
Just wanted to say thank you for the reblog on my Lords of Chaos fics and I'm happy that you liked it. There will be a lot more coming nit only for Euronymous but also Dead and Faust so yeah...should I tag you when they are done?
I'd love that honestly! Tag me all you want I love your writing style and as a fellow fan fiction writer I think supporting works you like is important!
Info : Can be seen as a sequel to Flower in Hell or just a stand alone
Euronymous x fem reader
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It was dark and evening was coming over the small town when she was still awake in her room. She heard the talk of her family and her parents' friends from downstairs in the living room. The evening had been nice, but it quickly became boring and worrying about political issues with her uncle was too much for her. That's why she went upstairs to her room relatively quickly.
But that was not the reason why she was sitting on her bed, her notebook in one hand and the phone with the answering machine in the other. ,,Hey Y/n uh Euronymous here...listen if you're up for a party come by today" she played his voice again and ran over the small keys before she took her pen and continued writing the sentence she had interrupted.
She knew that the band founder must have looked up her address in the phone book. But although it was funny, she found it rather amusing. ,,The eternal blue in the darkness," she finished the sentence and looked at her window. She saw that the darkness was around her and that the moon and the streetlights illuminated the night.
She knew that she had nothing better to do that evening than to write down her fascination for the black-haired man. ,,You'd better be there," she murmured as she put the phone down on the bed and threw her notebook into her small bag.
Before she got up from her bed and went to her wardrobe. Knowing that she was still in the sleepwear she had wrapped herself in to end her evening early, she knew she had to change to probably get into the party. Lifting her clothes from left to right through her wardrobe, she finally decided on a black top and a simple but tighter fitting pair of leather trousers.
It was late summer and still relatively warm in the evening, so she reached for her short leather jacket before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. Slipping on her boots, she saw her family through the doorframe, still sitting at the table. Laughing and playing cards. ,,I'm off again!" she called inside before opening the door and hearing another ,,All right, have fun darling" from her mother before the door closed and she walked down the street towards the town where her destination was.
On her way through the shadows and the short light levels of the street lamps she hardly met any people. Most of the inhabitants were either already asleep, at home or in clubs in larger cities. But she wouldn't be alone for long when she saw the record shop at the end of the street that ended in an intersection.
A small smile of relief crept onto her lips, knowing that she didn't have to walk around alone in the dark anymore. Finally arriving at the shop, she opened the door before stepping inside and, to her surprise, pretending there was no one inside.
Walking through the shelves and leaning slightly over the bars she saw that there was no one sitting in the beanbag or lying in the bed above. ,,Was he kidding me?" she mumbled questioningly before her gaze caught on a doorway that had been lightly covered with a long black sheet.
Looking around one last time and jumping over her shadow, she decided to move on. "The party must be in the basement" she thought as she pulled aside the curtain and started to walk down a few stairs when she heard music and chatter.
Going down another set of stairs at a slight angle she came to a relatively large basement with white stone walls lightly hung with chains, posters and the name of the band Mayhem in black paint all over them. She knew she was in the right place.
Looking around she saw the scattered candles whose wax had already melted into a small white mass on the floor, a torture device also stood in the corner and for a moment she wondered if she had underestimated Euronymous. ,,If that's not the doll, what are you doing here?" she heard the voice of the brown-haired man from last time. She saw him take a sip of his beer before she saw the armour he was wearing.
It seemed homemade but it didn't make him any less funny. ,,Do you want a beer daisy?" asked Faust who she recognised walking over to the beer crate on the floor and looking at her.
Thanking him, she took it and looked around slightly for help when she realised she didn't have a beer opener. She saw the brown-haired man coming towards her again, along with a few others. She saw him suddenly pull out a knife and for a moment she feared the worst.
But he took the beer from her and opened the lid with the knife before giving it back to her harder than necessary. ,,She's here because I invited her, Varg," she finally heard Euronymous' voice coming from the basement. Whistles and laughter went through the group and she noticed the writing on the wall.
The inner circle was black and slowly she had the feeling that she had stepped into something she didn't understand. ,,So this is some kind of club?" she asked and took a sip of the beer, watching Varg look at his friends as if there was an open secret between them all. Before Euronymous walked over and stood by her before putting his arm around her.
She felt herself getting more nervous, took another sip of the alcohol and she swore that he must feel her fast heartbeat. ,,You could say that...but that's not why I wanted you to come" he told her and pulled her closer. She saw his friends instantly start to cheer as he pushed her towards the stairs.
Not hard but protective as if to get her away from his band and his group. Before he broke away from her he pulled the curtain closed behind him and gave her a slightly apologetic look. ,,Sorry all too drunk" he mumbled before his eyes fell on the large beanbag and she saw the various films someone had laid out.
Walking over to the VHS tapes she looked through the films, all of which were horror films. ,,Thought maybe a movie and some good music would be better than being puked on downstairs," he suggested and watched as he walked over to her holding a small tape recorder. Picking out Friday the Thirteenth, she put in the VHS tape and sat down next to Euronymous on the beanbag.
What she thought would be an unpleasant situation turned out differently. Watching the film together, they soon found themselves talking about the film, the music, the gore and the murders. How he listened to her with a slight smile as she talked about her favourite slashers. The fascination and interest in his gaze that was directed at her.
How he put his arm around her again and giggled when she flinched at a jumpscare and held on to him. Feeling her cheeks heat up and giving him a nervous smile as she took another sip of her beer and looked back at the screen. Approaching the climax of the film, she barely noticed how he placed the headphones on her head, muffled in his awareness of her surroundings.
Before, only a moment later, she flinched in shock as the loud music hit her ears. Looking at Euronymous curiously, he handed her a cassette and she saw the Mayhem logo on the cover. "He's showing me his music," she said, closing her eyes for a moment to hear the different instruments, voices and sounds.
As far as the music was concerned, she was relatively new, having only listened to it from time to time, having been to a few clubs. But the music was good more than good. The hard loud fast sounds paired with the fantastic voice of the singer. Immersed in the music, she suddenly felt him put a hand on her cheek and pull her closer.
Opening her eyes, she saw at the last moment how he came closer to her, overcoming the last few centimetres between them before she felt his lips on hers. To her surprise, he was gentle and even gave her time to pull away, but she did not. Maybe she had lost herself in the music or in him. Maybe she had lost her heart to him but she returned the kiss.
Her hands went to his body and held on tightly, feeling his hand pulling her hair even closer. Heard his fingers playing with the thin straps of her top, seemingly wanting to pull her down at any moment.
She gasped as he playfully pulled her hair and pushed her down onto the floor, off the beanbag that was not suitable for this. She heard him smirk at her reaction and, as if in a trance, her fingers stroked any skin she could get her hands on under his shirt. ,,Do you like what you see?" she heard him purr and was about to reply when they suddenly heard a ,,Shit this is going to be good porn" from Varg.
The black-haired man rose from her and helped her sit up before they both turned to the doorway and saw the group standing there with big grins. She saw the somehow proud grin of Euronymous and despite everything she couldn't help but giggle.
Before she decided to end it, she stood up and took the walkman with her. Giving Euronymous a wink before saying, ,,Thanks for your time...and for this, we'll see you again," she said goodbye with a smile and a wave before walking out of the shop.
Outside, she put on her headphones again and continued to play the music before happily walking home, moving her head slightly to the music. Knowing that she would have to go to the Mayhem founder's parties more often now.
warning : fluff, tiny hurt, insults, comfort, some touching without consent, no use of y/n
Euronymous x fem reader
Disclaimer : This is just a piece of fiction and is based on the movie and it's character. I don't want to glorify the real life events behind that the movie is based of.
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Part.2
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She didn't really want to go into the shop, the shop with the eternal darkness as her mother called it. It was just a last resort for her father's birthday because she didn't have time to buy a present. But now she was here a few metres away from the record shop.
She could still hear her mother practically throwing her out of the house to look for a present. Apart from the fact that she had almost no idea what her father's bands were called, she didn't quite seem to match the outfit either.
Because it was still relatively warm in late summer, she had put on her white summer dress with embroidered daisies and a white cardigan, an outfit that not only showed off her favourite flower, but also brought her what felt like the only joy today.
But when she stopped for a moment in front of the first shop window and saw the customers inside, she knew she was definitely dressed wrong. Like a Ying and Yang she thought and seriously considered going back home and changing to avoid any beatings or attempts on her life.
Because like almost everyone in town, she believed that the metal fans had something to do with the church fires. Apart from the prejudices, she had never listened to the music. She knew that she was as good as lost.
Stopping in front of the next shop window, she saw the silver chains hanging inside, enclosing the new albums. The soundproof covers were mostly dark but she found it somehow fascinating in its own way.
Before she looked past the black fabric and saw that inside, next to the customers, the whole wall and the entire shop was kept in black. Only the individual album covers gave the shop a little colour, which was swallowed by the black. It won't be so bad, she thought, knowing the effect the metal fans had here.
She had seen the group walking around a time or two, she could still smell the beer, cigarettes and weed outside the shop. She knew that most of them were avoiding them.
Taking a last breath, she walked to the door and opened it. Immediately she was hit with a mix of smoke, wood, dust and beer mixed with the loud music playing in the shop.
She wasn't quite sure whether to cough, spin around and walk back out, or just pass out and let the ambulance drive her out of here. Just get it over with she thought to herself and went to the first shelf with the sound panels. Looking through the alphabetised compartments, she kept her gaze down.
She tried to block out the other shoppers and avoid contact as much as possible. But despite the loud music that could be heard coming from the shop, she could still hear the other shoppers talking. In the corner of her eye, she saw the salesman walk around behind the braid and step in her direction.
She was just about to turn the record around to look at the songs when he took it out of her hand. ,,The flower shop is one street over, Daisy," she heard the black-haired man say, looking at her dismissively.
She knew she should have been angry with him for his behaviour, should have listened to her mother and kept away from such people. But it was different, instead of hatred and rejection she felt fascination. Fascination about his appearance and looks.
The long, black, slightly wavy hair, the black clothes with the leather jacket that clung to his body to match the ammunition belt. The thing that completely captivated her, however, were his eyes. The bright blue eyes that seemed to be the only non-dark thing about him. It was like the infinite sky, as if she could look at him forever.
As if he had her in his hold. ,,I know where it is, but that's not why I'm here," she replied and tried to reach for the album. But the unknown man pulled it away from her and threw the record to his colleague, a man with long brown hair who sat down with it on a couch and watched TV.
She looked past the black-haired man and recognised Evil Dead. ,,Did you hear that, Faust, that's why the little flower isn't here?" he asked amusedly to the brown-haired man, who chuckled but didn't look away from the television. ,,What is she here for?" asked someone else who came out of a door.
He also had long brown hair and almost a confident grin on his lips. She shuddered when he looked at her. It was definitely a different look from the black-haired man. Not so much interested as almost obsessive. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him and went to another shelf instead.
She tried to ignore the stares of the three and continued looking for an album for her father. If only they knew she thought, biting her tongue to swallow a comment. Running her fingers over the albums she found a name that sounded familiar. ,,Scorpions" she mumbled and took out the album, she remembered well how her father had talked about the new album.
At least now she had an idea what she would buy him. She heard the laughter of the three as she walked towards the checkout. She stopped only when the black-haired man stood in her way again.
Saw how amused he was that she was getting more annoyed. Like a game of cat and mouse, he seemed to enjoy dragging it out. ,,Do you treat all your clients like this?" she asked him, clutching the album in her hand tighter so as not to lose it.
But this made the black-haired man smile before he stepped aside and bowed slightly to show her the way. ,,Only the customers who are really sexy" she heard him murmur and felt the goose bumps spread over her body.
For a moment he seemed too close to her. For a moment she felt his hand over hers before he pulled away from her and walked around her to finally stand behind the cash register.
Handing him the plate, she saw the one with the brown hair go up to the black-haired man and take it from him. ,,Scorpions is a disgrace, even a doll like you should know that...get lost" he hissed and seemed about to smash the record on the counter.
Angered by his cheeky and unkind manner towards her, she reached into her pocket and hammered a cash note onto the braid before snatching the album out of the surprised brown-haired man's hand. ,,Fuck you and your fucking shop you miserable cheeky bastard. It's not even for me, it's for my father, just fuck off!" she snapped at him.
Before turning on her heel and giving the three of them her middle finger before slamming the door behind her. ,,How can you be so rude?" she cursed outside as she made her way back to her house to finally get to the birthday party. Hoping that the cake would lift her spirits. She did not hear the door she had slammed open and close again.
Only when someone grabbed her wrist did she realise that someone was behind her. ,,What!" she shouted at the stranger and saw herself about to strike the brown-haired man. But she stopped and saw that it wasn't him. It was the black-haired one with the lovely eyes. ,,Here, you forgot your change," he said and put the money in her hand before looking around slightly nervously.
Surprised by him looking at her hand, she put the money in her pocket and gave a ,,Thank you", not expecting him to chase her for it. ,,No problem...I hope you don't take his words seriously, he's just an asshole" he apologised for his friend's behaviour in a calmer tone. He didn't make fun of her anymore and she believed his words.
Gave him a small smile as a thank you before she answered, ,,He's just an asshole like you said, it's okay". Silence fell between the two of them, not only did she seem to be starting to find it uncomfortable, but she could also tell by his slightly uncertain look that he seemed almost nervous. ,,I'm the owner of the shop, Euronymous by the way, and that asshole was a member of my band Mayhem," he said suddenly and she saw the pride in his gaze.
As he himself smiled slightly and she now knew exactly who was standing in front of her. Knew exactly where she was and when she had snapped at him inside. ,,True Norwegian Black Metal" she repeated his words and saw him looking at her in surprise.
Heard his amused giggle which made him seem kind of cute. ,,I didn't think a daisy had such good taste," she heard him say before he reached out to her dress. She felt him tracing the embroidery with his fingers. Not breaking eye contact she felt herself getting lost in his eyes again. As if he knew exactly what effect he had on her.
She felt him squeeze a little harder, almost deliberately, to test how far he could go. ,,I just know what I like," she said quieter and faintly than she had intended. As if her head had switched itself off and her body reacted on its own. Before he pulled away from her after a moment.
Knowing he had her. Knowing she would come back. ,,Then I hope you like my fucking shop and come back after all," he said goodbye to her as he bowed slightly again, making her smile. ,,Maybe I'll come back again sometime, it would be nice not to be insulted this time...but thank you Euronymous" she added before giving him a final wave before turning around to head back home.
But she was wrong, the cake didn't lift her spirits, she knew it was Euronymus who had lifted her spirits. Unaware that it would not be the last time she would find herself in his record store again.
I was flabbergasted at so much callousness. His health didn't seem to mean much to him. I have to say that I don't find it particularly pleasant when people intentionally hurt or mutilate themselves, especially on stage, and show it off. Dead was very different. I asked him if he could also imagine dying on stage.
"Yes", he replied without hesitation. And then he added:
"You know, I just like to cut myself. It makes it easier for me. I get rid of things that are bothering me. I can feel like myself again." - "Wie ich den Black Metal nach Ostdeutschland brachte" by Abo Alsleben 🦇
(I often see how Pelle was an "atypical self harmer", or how he did it for the show only. This excerpt from the book, Pelle's own words, I find extremely important, because those words actually tell us how he couldn't had been more typical about it. As seen here, he did it not just for the show, but also for the relief and emotional regulation)
Part 2, Inge's recollection of the same event as in my last post- Slayer show and meeting Pelle and Øystein for the first time.
"The first time I heard that Dead was in the band was around 1988. Some friends and I were in Oslo to see Slayer on their "South of Heaven" tour. We saw Euronymous and Dead in the crowd. I'd just bought the Deathcrush EP. We got to know them right after this Slayer gig! I can remember that I thought they both looked really cool and grim! I was a "Death Metaller" and they were hardcore "Black Metallers". I met Dead sometimes when visiting Euronymous, Helvete, etc. in Oslo. I was also partying sometimes with them in their apartment and so on. There were such great guys in my opinion! - Jørn Inge Tunsberg, Interview for metalcrypt.com 🦇
