#lovemetal

[niightsideofeden]

Higher resolution RR cover, found on reddit by user izzydontsurf, enjoy :-)

[valossilvercrow]

Haven’t realised it before, but Ville Valo quite literally wears his heart on his sleeve

[boyzforpele]

Hey, I was wondering if you could please do Ville valo x WOC reader? Ty!

Ville Valo with a WOC reader ₊˚⊹♡

summary: read the title and the req babes genre: headcanons warnings: mentions of racism, other than that none i hope! a/n: HELL YES I CAN ANON !!! ive been waiting to write ts btw i didnt know if you wanted a fic or headcanons, so i did headcanons. so sorry if that isnt what you wanted!!!

: oh he would eat that tf UP

: firm BELIEVER he would love a woc

: maybe he met you at a gig he was playing at

: very diverse relationship in some peoples opinions, but y’all dgaf

: if ANYONEEE is racist towards you

: he will beat the SHIT out of them

: it doesnt matter !! hes so protective of his girl

: would want (and love) to learn more about your culture

: would teach you finnish (shush i find it cute)

: loves you so much

: the band thinks you guys are cute

: genuinely thinks you're a goddess

: hypes you up for anything

: would totally writes songs about

: poor boy is so inlove he doesn’t know what to do

: ugh i cant

: look to sum it up i am a firm believer he would love a woc

: fight with the wall hoe

[vinkydoll]

Runaway

A Ville Valo fanfiction

Pairing: Ville Valo x reader

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Have you ever felt so lost that you stop recognizing yourself? To the point that you feel like you need to go find your real self somewhere else, to search every unknown street in a place far from anything you have ever known. To have this suffocating desire to leave behind everyone you have ever gotten to know and love, to understand yourself, to learn to love yourself from scratch, away from the claws of the toxic patterns and sick excuses you were taught were love.

Well, that is exactly what you felt, you were ready to pack your bags and leave after finding a little trace of yourself hidden in a box. However, a tiny little detail stopped you in your tracks... in your 22 years of existence, you never learnt how to drive...

And you are reckless and impulsive. If you get an idea, you don't wait to act on it, which is why you are now walking in the middle of the night towards your dear friend Ville's apartment.

Here you are now, 3 am on a Saturday, with your worn-out jeans and that stupid dark green sweater your mother hates, but God, you cannot let go since it makes your waist look tiny. Your hair is disheveled after running up the stairs of the building, and your eyeliner has already smudged, leaving you with some messy yet charming panda eyes. You are a mess... but girl, you are HOT.

You ring the bell... no answer.

You try again... still no answer.

You knock once... twice... thrice...

Has Ville finally fixed his sleep schedule?

There is no choice then, you look under the red mat at the entrance, and there it is! His spare key meant for emergencies. Of course, your spontaneous plans at the middle of the night are clearly an emergency.

As you walk in, all the lights are off and only the sound of your converse break the tranquility of this night. You have to walk slowly to not cause any disturbance – not any more than breaking in can – and head to the only bedroom in this apartment, of course, Ville's bedroom.

The place is unusually organized, your dear friend has a bad habit of leaving things exactly where he last used them. A shirt he took off at the living room because he felt too hot? It will be at the same exact spot in the couch for days on end. A guitar he was playing with at the kitchen until he got bored? Still laying against the isle after 2 weeks. And of course, that man smokes like a chimney, random objects used as ashtrays filled with cigarette butts are all over the apartment.

You must admit, even if it's messy, it has a certain charm to it.

You finally see the man thanks to his weird habit of not closing his blinds at night, letting street lights light up his form with warm gentle tones, he is sleeping face down in the middle of his bed, with no covers to warm up his body, and he is for some reason still wearing his outside clothes. Only he can sleep so deeply in jeans.

"Hey." You nudge his shoulder gently; you are not evil enough to scare him in his own home. However, no response is what you get for being so nice.

"Ville." You say more firmly this time, your effort rewarded with only a muffled grunt.

"Ville Hermanni Valo, wake up!" You say at a regular tone, which almost sounds like a shout in the silent darkness.

He finally looks back, his deep frown, decorated by one of those messy curls of his, is all that you need to know that he is pissed. The man just came back from a very busy trip to Germany a few days ago and his only duty since landing has been catching up on sleep, and here you are, disturbing his task.

"This better be an emergency." His raspy voice that you secretly love breaks the tension.

"It is, grumpy ass." You say as if it was so obvious. Him turning around to lay on his back, not without letting out some very dramatic and exaggerated sights that would make anyone believe that this man was 30 years older than he is.

"Can't it wait until it isn't," He turns to see his digital clock by his bed. "freaking 3:27 am?"

"I need-" You can see the tiredness in his eyes, even with how much anger they hold right now, and guilt bites your ass for waking him up by your impulsive ideas. "Alright, I will wait. Scoot over."

Ville lets out a sight, relieved to hear that you will be letting him get his so desired sleep, he moves to the side to free space for you in the bed, which you immediately follow in, laying by him. His arms quickly reach out to hold you, even in his annoyance, he can't deny that sleeping feels a lot better when he gets to do it with you.

"You won't even question how I got in?" You ask, fully awake with your mind running a mile per second. However, Ville is already on the edge of falling asleep again.

"Darling, shut up."

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Alright, I wrote this a year ago but never published it since the HIM community is not that active on Tumblr. However, if this gets a bit of attention, then I will publish the rest of the chapters, they are longer and dwell into the relationship a lot more. Hope you enjoyed!

[666vixx]

As much as I get the whole “what does your sweet 666 even mean” thing that literally everyone who has ever heard the song has said I unfortunately do relate to the whole thing

[heartagram-666]

[leramuzyka]

Ville Vallo

ink and indigo blue watercolour

[villevalopics66]

I'm in love with this photo💔