#faust x varg

[lords-of-mayhem]

I'm so normal about this

#varg x faust #faust x varg #lords of chaos #rpf #varg vikernes #faust #faust eithun #bard eithun

[blueberrypancakesworld]

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

A shiny and sweet morning

warning : fluff, kissing, comfort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#lords of chaos movie #lords of chaos 2018 #loc black circle #black circle x reader #loc euronymous #loc dead #loc faust #loc occoltus #loc varg #loc hellhammer #loc necrobutcher #loc black circle x reader

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 32

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that-"

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

"You carry it around?" He asked surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything." She responds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Alkaline #One Shot Series #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Films: Lords of Chaos #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Alkaline Series

[m3tal-chick]

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

#varg vikernes #dude i'm so fucked #bard faust #black metal #burzum

[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Silk Ribbons, Euronymous

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

Warnings: Afab! reader. Alcohol consumption.

12:42 PM l AUGUST 21st

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

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

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

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

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

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

9:03 PM l AUGUST 23rd

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rory culkin lords of chaos #rory culkin x y/n #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin #Rory Culkin is so fine omg #ugh i need him

[vidavbooks]

The Dark Circle - Euronymous x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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

#fanfic #fanfiction #euronymous x reader #euronymous mayhem #euronymous #mayhem fic #mayhem

[haywire-hetfield]

I’m borederline sleep deprived rn sorry if this doesn’t make much sense.

I love the idea of Faust being terrified of being too much of an alpha to the point of him practically hovering over Euro instead of touching him. Just perfect *chefs kiss*

Honestly this is making me feel like writing a Faust/Euro fic.

Oh man you mentioned him being a traditional- yet chill and respectful alpha - I think he’d mesh well with my favorite alpha trope, the overly possessive alpha. When other alphas try to flirt with euro, something in him snaps. He shoves away the other alpha and threatens to fight them. Euro would totally be into it ( in the movie he was just a little too into the violence if you catch my drift ) and excited at the idea of Faust finally being rough in bed, only for him to immediately go back to treating Euro like glass. And Euro is just baffled, wondering if Faust will ever be actually rough.

Idk my brain is actively rotting the more I think about this it’s like I have too many thoughts to type them out. I’m much better at talking😅

If you have other omegaverse loc ideas you want to share I’m all ears 👂 you have great ideas - 🐈‍⬛

You're fine, it makes sense!

I loooove traditional alpha Faust in this sense, it fits him so nicely I think. (I think especially about the scene where he's like guiding Occultus by the arm when he's already walking in that direction. Like there's 0 practical reason for him to be physically guiding him, but he still is and that is sooooo)

He also 100% will fight other alphas if they're getting a little too close or familiar with him. (This is based more around the interviews irl Faust has done where he's talked about how it used to take a lot for him to actually get angry/physical.) I think he'd normally be so cool and composed about things, but it just sets him off.

It surprises Euronymous the first time it happens and he's definitely into it, but Faust is very scared of frightening Euronymous. (Even though let's be real, that's not happening.)

Euronymous gets whiplash from the way Faust can punch another alpha then turn right around and hold his hand like he's delicate.

I think this results a lot in Euronymous purposefully trying to get Faust into scenarios where he'll fight with other alphas.

I can also see Faust accidentally getting too rough with him and realizing how into it Euronymous actually is.

I want to note too that Euronymous bosses him around in the movie and it's the cutest thing. (Him telling Faust to turn the movie down and him immediately doing it. Him telling Faust he's gotta listen to Varg's tape and Faust catching it as soon as he tells him to. Him telling Faust "okay that's enough 😑" when he's smashing that car windshield and Faust going along with it)

Here's some of my personal omegaverse headcanons for LOC (I could talk for hours):

I'm a firm believer in omega Varg, although he WILL try to present himself more as a beta or alpha. (I can see him going at either angle. Presenting himself as a beta gives him the advantage of acting as though he's above it all, he doesn't deal with the same animalistic urges alphas/omegas do. Presenting as an alpha gives him the advantage of seeming in control.)

100% deals with internalized hatred regarding being an omega.

Occultus is an omega, just a very loud and hyper one. He tends to be on the nicer side, but he can be a lot to deal with and it can lead to confrontations (thinking particularly about Varg snapping and punching him.) This is usually accompanied by one of the others stepping in to defend him.

I particularly enjoy the dynamic of loud o!Occultus x quiet a!Faust.

Pelle is either a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he tends to just ignore the fact he is one and honestly treats other people the same way. He generally doesn't think about it too much unless he's forced to. (Heats and such)

I can see Metalion as being any presentation. (If he's an omega, he's o4o with Occultus.)

I'm actually a big fan of alpha Euronymous, but Euronymous who is just the biggest failguy of an alpha ever. He's awkward, he sucks at being commanding, he's short, he's not really that strong, he's awkward with omegas, it's always fighting for power with the other alphas. (He's like a chihuahua that always barks and growls at the bigger dogs, not seeming to realize they're tiny.)

Blackthorn is an alpha and he is having the least fun time out of everyone. Alphas scare him and omegas scare him more.

Necrobutcher is a beta, although I could also see him as an alpha. If he is one, he does not usually act like it, though. He's usually pretty relaxed and only acts like a stereotypical alpha if he needs to.

Fenriz is an alpha (potentially a beta, but I'd put him way closer to the alpha side.) He tends to be chill-ish, but nowhere near the same level as Faust is. He's a lot more likely to snap quicker/more easily. Thinking particularly about him shoving Pelle at the party. (Man was NOT playing 😭)

Hellhammer is an omega, but you would never be able to tell it. He doesn't try to seem like an alpha, but that's usually the vibe people get from him. He's overly flirty, he's loud, he isn't afraid to fight, etc.

Manheim is a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he's the most traditional/stereotypical one out of the entire group.

Atilla's an alpha/stereotypical and he's closer to the most traditional one out of the group.

#lords of chaos #rpf #euronymous x faust #faust x euronymous #omegaverse

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Masterlist

If there is a * next to the character it means I am working on it If it’s finished but for some reason I can’t post it yet, there will be the date next to it.

RIGHT NOW THEY ARE A LOT BECAUSE OF KINKTOBER COMING UP

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Aoi - First kiss’ trouble

Aoi - Solo (Kinktober)

Kagemaru - Work time (Kinktober)

Toichiro*

Black Clover - anime/manga

Asta x Yuno

Cinderella Phenomenon

Karma*

Karma*

Varg*

Varg*

Walts*

Ephemeral

Nagi*

Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga - After “Shot thru the heart” event

Nobunaga - Denial (Kinktober)

Ikemen Revolution

Blanc - Party night (Kinktober)

Everyone - Cradle Omegaverse

Fenrir - Joke (Kinktober)

Kyle - Doctor’s visit (Kinktober)

Loki*

Ikemen Vampire

Arthur - Gloves (Kinktober)

Arthur + Theo - Love time (Kinktober)

Charles*

Faust - Masochism (Kinktober)

Napoleon*

Sebastian - Innocent research (Kinktober)

Theo - Overstimulation (Kinktober)

Vincent - Breast worship (Kinktober)

Midnight Cinderella

Nico - ABC nsfw

Nico - Massage (Kinktober)

Rayvis*

Mr Love Queen's Choice

Kiro - Sensory deprivation (Kinktober)

Kiro - Bet (Kinktober)

Kiro*

Mystic Messenger

Jumin - Long day (Kinktober)

#ikemen sengoku #Ayakashi: Romance Reborn #midnight cinderella #ikemen revolution #ikemen vampire #ikesen #ikerev #ikevamp #midcin #midcin headcanon #arr #ayakashi rr #ayakashi #ayakashi aoi #midnight cinderella nico #nico meier #ikesen nobunaga #nobunaga oda

[eeraygun]

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[lords-of-mayhem]

Depollute Me Pretty Baby

Ship: Faust x Varg

Summary: “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. 

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“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. 

He’d kept his promise in both regards, the television had never stopped playing horror movies Faust assured him he needed to watch. Although, neither had really been paying attention to the movies. Instead, they had both been caught up in one another. There was a single spot Faust hadn’t kissed on Varg’s neck and face by now, yet he never slowed down as he pressed slow kisses into his skin. 

Varg’s fingers were tangled in his hair, stroking through it gently. His head was back, baring his throat to Faust to give him better access. He would occasionally give a noise of approval when Faust found a sensitive spot and Faust would focus on it for a bit of time before moving on. His arms were curled around Varg’s waist and he kept him pulled close to his body, enjoying being cuddled up to him for as long as he could manage. 

“I didn’t brush it today,” Faust told him when he pulled away from his skin long enough to speak. He went back to it almost immediately after finishing his sentence, letting his teeth scrape against his skin. The words were unnecessary, Faust didn’t brush his hair out most days. Varg didn’t mind it, it just meant he got to work through all the knots himself. He was gentle with it, untangling Faust’s hair as delicately as he could. Faust didn’t take care of it nearly as well as he should, but it was still soft and silky beneath his hands. 

“You should start taking care of it a bit better,” Varg encouraged, pressing a kiss to the top of Faust’s head. The other let out a small noise of acknowledgement that vibrated against the skin of his throat. “You have such pretty hair,” He praised him and Faust turned his head up this time, kissing Varg’s lips softly. Varg jumped when a loud noise echoed from the television and Faust was already laughing, although he stroked over his sides gently. “That’s not funny. That scared the hell out of me,” Varg protested, already laughing at himself. 

“I’m sorry, baby. That was scary, wasn’t it?” Faust teased, voice bordering on condescending, but Varg knew there wasn’t any real malice behind his words. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Faust’s throat, drawing him back close to himself. Faust went easily, burying his face into his shoulder, though he didn’t kiss at his skin now. They both just focused on holding the other. “Turn off the movie,” He murmured against Varg’s shoulder, but the other shook his head. 

“I’m too comfortable,” Varg complained, not making any move to turn it off. Faust shared a similar sentiment, not really wanting either of them to move from where they were. They had found a comfortable position and he could stay in it all night if he was able to. “Let’s just leave it on for the night. I think it’s almost over anyway,” He pointed out and Faust nodded, more than happy to go along with that plan.

#faust x varg #varg x faust #faust eithun #emperor #burzum #rpf

[lords-of-mayhem]

Chapter ten of Mariners Apartment Complex

Chapter summary: The sound of the water hitting the shower wall made Faust’s head throb, already hurting a bit from how much he’d had to drink the previous night. He decided it was worth it to spend time with Varg, though. He was pressed close behind Varg, arms around his waist and holding onto him tightly. Varg had laughed when he first slipped into the shower and clung to him, and Faust hoped that meant Varg was less upset today. 

Chapter warnings: Shower sex, hand jobs

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The sound of the water hitting the shower wall made Faust’s head throb, already hurting a bit from how much he’d had to drink the previous night. He decided it was worth it to spend time with Varg, though. He was pressed close behind Varg, arms around his waist and holding onto him tightly. Varg had laughed when he first slipped into the shower and clung to him, and Faust hoped that meant Varg was less upset today. 

“Are you working today?” Faust asked, pressing kisses along his wet shoulders and back. Varg had already washed and conditioned his hair before Faust joined him which was disappointing. If he hadn’t, he would’ve offered to do it for him. He’d settle for just braiding it for him once they were done. 

“Yeah. I’ve got a full day planned,” Varg told him, giving a small nod. Faust stroked at his hips, squeezing gently at the skin beneath his hands. “You’ve been so touchy,” He noted, his tone more inquisitive than judgmental. Faust hummed in response, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want to admit it was mostly because he wanted Varg to stop being so upset with him, so he kept that to himself. 

“I just care about you so much,” Faust replied instead. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves lately and I’ve missed you,” Varg seemed satisfied with the answer, turning around to face him. “Care about you so much,” He repeated, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“I care about you too. Even if you are an asshole sometimes,” Varg said. Faust knew he’d likely be bringing last night up for the foreseeable future. He knew not to take it personally, he would bring things up long after he wasn’t upset about it anymore. He supposed some part of Varg just liked making sure people never forgot how much they’d hurt him. “Do you want to mess around?” He asked suddenly and Faust grinned. 

“Is that an actual question? You know I always want to,” Faust cuddled closer to him, kissing him on the lips this time. He started slowly with him, letting Varg take the lead. It didn’t take him very long to deepen the kiss, closing the little space that existed between them. Varg’s skin was hot as he pressed close to him, warmed up by the water that was steaming the bathroom. Faust laughed against him when his hand slipped off of Varg’s hip, losing his grasp due to the water still falling over them. 

Varg broke away from the kiss for both of them to laugh, reaching up to push wet hair away from Faust’s face. For the first time since last night, things felt normal between them again and Faust hoped this lasted for a while. He pressed a quicker kiss to Varg’s lips, sliding one of his hands down between their bodies to rub at Varg’s thigh. 

“Go ahead,” Varg told him with a gentler smile. By now, he knew exactly how Faust operated, how he was still unsure of how to initiate things sometimes. He always wanted to go slowly, to give Varg the opportunity to say ‘no’ or ‘not yet’ if he needed to. With explicit permission to keep going, his fingers wrapped around Varg’s cock and stroked him slowly. “Fuck. I’ve missed this,” Varg said quietly and Faust nodded, feeling the same way. It had seemed like months had passed without them touching each other, despite the fact it hadn’t actually been that long. 

“I’ve missed it too,” Faust agreed and stroked him harder, smiling when he felt Varg beginning to harden in his hand. “I’m here now, though. I’m right here,” He added, moving to kiss Varg's jaw. He settled on the spot where his jaw met his throat, knowing how sensitive it was. Varg let out a breathy whimper as Faust scraped his teeth over his skin, body jerking into his hand. 

Neither said anything for a while after that, the sounds of Varg’s quiet moans and gasping overpowering the sound of the water in Faust’s ears. Faust left a handful of marks along his skin, adding to the mess of bruises he’d left the night before. It sent shivers down his spine to see all the marks he’d left, all the bruises Varg let him leave. A visible reminder that he was Faust’s. Nobody else got to leave marks on him and that made Faust special. 

“I love you so much,” Faust whispered close to his ear, moving to kiss his temple. He had to close his eyes to avoid getting water in them, feeling a bit like he was being waterboarded in his own shower, but he didn’t care. He could be actually drowning and he’d still cling onto Varg. “I love you more than anything,” He said in between kisses along his temple, his forehead, down to his cheeks. Varg let out a sharp moan, half bitten off and desperate, body trembling a bit as he came. Faust’s free hand held onto the small of his back, steadying him through it all. 

Varg spilled over his fingers, but it was washed away almost immediately by the water. He stroked him through it, smiling when Varg’s arms wrapped around him and he clung to him tightly. His nails dug down into Faust’s skin, surely leaving little indents, and Faust just hoped they were deep enough to leave marks of his own. No matter how small. His hand slipped off of Varg’s cock once he was done, his now free arm wrapping around him too.

“That felt nice, hm?” Faust murmured to him once he’d calmed down a bit. He stroked his back gently, rubbing small circles over the skin. “You did such a good job for me, baby. You wanna get me off too?” Faust asked, taking note of the fact he hadn’t been touched through the entire encounter. Varg patted his back once then twice. “I’ll get you off after you handle things with Øystein,” He told him and Faust sighed, although he wasn’t surprised. “Finish your shower and then come help me with my hair,” He added, pulling away from the hug and leaning to kiss him gently. “Love you too,” He reminded him, smiling as he slipped out of the shower and grabbed his towel off of the counter. Faust watched him for a moment before wrapping a hand around himself. At least he had something to look forward to after talking to Øystein about what he had said.

****

Øystein had been both shocked and relieved when Faust had knocked on his door, offering a small smile and telling him they needed to talk. He’d worried he had completely ruined whatever relationship he might have built up with Varg and possibly even Faust, all because of one stupid drunken joke. The conversation had been awkward, feeling like he was back in school and being scolded by his teachers as Faust told him he absolutely couldn’t make jokes like that around Varg again. 

Of course, he had agreed within an instance and assured him that he hadn’t meant anything genuine by it. Faust seemed to know this which put his nerves at ease, at least Faust knew he wasn’t some raging asshole who enjoyed demeaning people less fortunate than himself. He’d told Øystein that Varg would forgive him in time, that he wasn’t even really that angry anymore. Øystein had offered him a drink once they’d settled, but he just shook his head and told him he was off to work for the day. 

Before he left, he told Øystein that Varg would have company and to not disturb him. A fucked up part of Øystein hoped that he might get to hear him through the bedroom wall again today, he’d been left high and dry by him last night after all. Of course, he didn’t mention this to Faust. He just assured him that he would leave Varg alone and wished him a good day at work. He hoped Varg would also have a good day at work. 

#mayhem #burzum #emperor #rpf #varg x euronymous #euronymous x varg #varg x faust #faust x varg #varg vikernes #oystein aarseth #euronymous #bard eithun #faust #faust eithun #smut #nsft

[lords-of-mayhem]

Chapter eight of Mariners Apartment Complex

Chapter summary: The nervousness Øystein had about Faust potentially mentioning his staring had melted away as the night went on. He watched them on their side of the table, getting closer to one another. Apparently, Varg allowed a lot more physical contact once he was drunk. He leaned into the other man’s side, head often resting on his shoulder as they all talked and joked around. That weird feeling once again returned to Øystein. 

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Faust had stayed silent about Øystein’s staring, keeping it to himself throughout the night. Varg had kept the drinks pouring and before too long, Øystein was swaying a bit in his seat from how drunk he was. Both Faust and Varg had taken longer to get there, but they eventually did and Øystein felt a lot more comfortable once they were all on equal footing. The conversation flowed easily and everyone laughed together. 

The nervousness Øystein had about Faust potentially mentioning his staring had melted away as the night went on. He watched them on their side of the table, getting closer to one another. Apparently, Varg allowed a lot more physical contact once he was drunk. He leaned into the other man’s side, head often resting on his shoulder as they all talked and joked around. That weird feeling once again returned to Øystein. 

His stomach felt like it was in knots, intestines curled in tight coils of heat. His heart was in his heart and beating so hard he was sure the other two could hear it. It was intense and a bit overwhelming, but he ultimately decided it wasn’t bad. The feeling only intensified when Faust gave him a small smile before turning his face into the side of Varg’s throat, kissing at the skin there. 

It had started innocently enough, small kisses pressed along his neck, but they quickly became open-mouthed. There was less actual kissing and more sucking at the skin, and Varg would jerk every time teeth sank down into the sensitive flesh. His eyes were wide and he looked directly at Øystein, clearly they were both just as surprised as the other was. Varg let out a quiet hum at a rougher movement. 

“Bård,”  Varg murmured and the name surprised Øystein, making him realize he’d never actually learned what Faust’s real name was. His fingers slid into the back of Faust’s hair, caught between wanting to pull him away and wanting to keep him pressed close. “In front of Øystein?” He asked and was met with no verbal response. Instead, Faust gave a soft hum and sucked harder at his skin. 

It looked rough, hard enough that it would undoubtedly leave a mark, but Varg didn’t act like this was the first time. Øystein wondered if Faust did this often and if he did, how had Øystein never seen the marks? He supposed Varg’s hair did cover his neck most of the time. From now on, he’d pay more attention. 

“He doesn’t mind,” Faust assured once he dislodged his mouth from his neck. He looked back at him, giving the same small smirk he’d given when he caught Øystein staring. Suddenly, Øystein’s throat felt as though he hadn’t had anything to drink all night. It was hard to swallow. “Do you, Øystein?” He asked, words feeling almost like a challenge. His mouth wandered back to Varg’s throat and Varg stared at him, obviously waiting and Øystein finally gave a nod of his head at the question. 

“I don’t mind,” He confirmed quietly. And honestly, he didn’t. If he thought about it before now, some part of him would have thought he’d feel jealous seeing Varg with someone else. Especially when that someone else was as close to him as Faust. Now, he couldn’t find any part of him that minded. It was attractive even, watching Varg’s lips part slightly and his fingers curl tighter into Faust’s hair, hearing the soft gasps that escaped him. 

“He’s into it, you know? He thinks you’re attractive. I’ll bet he wants to fuck you” Faust accused, pulling away from his skin again. It took Øystein a moment to realize he was talking about him. His cheeks burned from being talked about like he wasn’t right there, avoiding Varg’s eyes for a moment. Varg’s eyes had turned sharp, narrowed just a bit to see what he might say next. He watched him carefully, the look intense and it made Øystein feel seen in a way he wasn’t comfortable with. 

It was interesting. Coming into this somewhat friendship with Varg, Øystein had always felt he had an advantage over the younger man. The type of advantage you only get from knowing something about someone and them having nothing of equal caliber on you. Suddenly, he didn’t feel that way anymore. He no longer felt he had that inherent advantage, he couldn’t when Varg was looking at him like he knew the very depths of his soul. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Øystein?” Varg asked and he was unsure whether it was a question or an offer, but he nodded quickly either way. Varg’s intensity never wavered and it made Øystein nervous, although excitement for what might come still filled him. His head was spinning, but he couldn’t tell how much of it was caused by how drunk he was. He watched closely as Varg rose to his feet and came to his side of the table. “Stand up,” He encouraged, the small smile on his face putting Øystein’s mind at ease. He didn’t seem upset. 

He stood up as instructed and watched Varg, whole body tense with anticipation. He was certain his heart might stop with how hard it was beating now. His brain didn’t even have time to process what was happening as Varg leaned down, pressing their lips together. It was initially a bit awkward to be kissing Varg with his not quite boyfriend watching, but that feeling was overpowered by everything else. 

It only took a couple seconds before he was kissing back, maybe too enthusiastically. He tried to keep himself under control, sliding his hands to Varg’s waist, but not grabbing any lower than that. Varg’s lips were warm and soft, and Øystein didn’t take very long to deepen the kiss. Almost as quickly as they’d started, he pressed his tongue inside and Varg accepted him immediately. The sharp taste of vodka, wine, and lemonade still clung to the inside of his mouth. Øystein licked carefully, wanting to savor every moment of this. 

Varg’s fingers slipped into his hair which had grown longer over the year and now needed a wash desperately. He didn’t seem to mind it, though. His fingers curled and he sucked gently at Øystein’s tongue. He was a lot more delicate like this than Øystein had imagined he would actually be. It was nice, though. He was sure anything Varg could give him would be beyond perfect. A few moments later, Varg was pulling away from the kiss. 

“Do you want me to suck you off?” Varg asked quietly, one hand already slipping down to mess with Øystein’s belt. He had a tiny smirk on his face, almost unnoticeable, but Øystein caught it. The words felt like something straight out of one of his dreams and he nodded sharply, glancing over Varg’s shoulder to look at Faust. He was leaning back in his chair and watching them closely, giving Øystein a smile and nod when their eyes met. The whole situation didn’t even feel real, but if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. 

“Yeah. I really want you to,” Øystein told him. He didn’t even care if he sounded desperate and Varg didn’t seem like he cared either. “Am I going to have to pay for it, though?” Øystein asked, laughing softly. It was a joke, of course, it was a joke. He laughed, Faust laughed, but Varg was not laughing. The smile had left his face, being replaced by a frown instead. 

“Really nice,” Varg mumbled sarcastically, shoving himself away from Øystein and moved to stand closer to Faust again. Faust had stopped laughing the second he’d realized Varg wasn’t amused by it. “I’m glad what I do is a joke to you,” He said more clearly this time and Øystein knew he shouldn’t have said it, he knew it the second Varg hadn’t laughed at it. Faust’s hand slipped to Varg’s back, holding onto him gently. 

“Baby. He didn’t mean it like that,” Faust told him and Øystein was grateful for it. He hadn’t been able to conjure his own words, brain trying to catch up with the situation. He nodded in agreement with Faust’s words, hoping Varg knew he didn’t mean anything by it. “He was just joking, he’s drunk. It’s okay,” He tried to soothe, but that seemed to snap something inside of Varg. He scoffed harshly and stepped away from Faust too. 

“Are you serious right now?” Varg snapped, his voice staying even as he spoke, but it was far more sharp now. Øystein felt relieved Varg’s anger had been turned towards Faust now and shame filled him at that relief. “No. It’s not fucking fine actually,” He was clearly getting more frustrated by the situation and Øystein knew he was out of place, the fight seemed like something he shouldn’t be privy to. It should be a private thing between them. 

Øystein tried to avoid looking at them, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The situation had grown uncomfortable, nothing like the carefree and happy ambience the apartment used to have. It was only made worse because he felt he had been the catalyst for this moment turning sour, he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. He hoped they’d stop soon, that Faust might let the situation drop. To his credit, Faust seemed fully willing to not argue further, but Varg continued. 

“And honestly? Fuck you for sitting there and acting like I should pretend it is. You’re supposed to be on my team,” Varg’s voice was growing shakier and Øystein worried he might cry. He couldn’t handle that, especially knowing he indirectly caused it. “When you’re the one selling your body, you can let assholes demean you however you want. But I don’t see that happening, do you? No,” Varg laughed now, dry and biting. It nearly hurt Øystein’s feelings and he wasn’t even the target. “You just drag in a few kroner from that stupid little record store and act like you’re some kind of provider.”

Faust was no longer looking at Varg, staring blankly off into space. It was obvious it was making him upset and he was trying to pretend it wasn’t. Luckily, Varg seemed to have tired himself out. He didn’t even address Øystein now. He made his way back into the apartment and Øystein assumed he was heading to his bedroom, wincing a bit when the door slammed so hard it sounded like it might break. 

“I think we should call it a night,” Faust said quietly after a few moments of silence. Øystein nodded as soon as the words were out, wishing he’d called it a night a long time ago. He didn’t say anything to Faust before he left, not feeling like anything was the right thing to say. He hoped he hadn’t completely destroyed any chance he had with Varg, but the future didn’t look promising.

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Chapter seven of Mariners Apartment Complex

Chapter summary: It was late into the evening by the time there was a knock on Øystein’s door. He was confused, not expecting any visitors, but it had been Varg standing there when he opened it. Varg had told him simply to come over and they would all drink the wine together. Øystein wasn’t sure how he felt about Faust being there too, wishing it was more private, but he didn’t dare pass up the opportunity to be around Varg. 

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In the end, Øystein had only managed to get his hands on another bottle of wine and not a Bathory album, but he reasoned Varg probably already had them. He hadn’t seen the man all day and when he’d finally gotten up the guts to knock on the apartment door, Faust had answered and happily told him that Varg was out, although he remained vague on where he was or when he was expected back. 

Øystein left the bottle with Faust to give to Varg and scurried back to his own apartment feeling a bit stupid. Faust had given him a small smirk when he’d handed over the bottle and Øystein wasn’t quite sure why, but it made him feel vulnerable in a way he didn’t like. 

It was late into the evening by the time there was a knock on Øystein’s door. He was confused, not expecting any visitors, but it had been Varg standing there when he opened it. Varg had told him simply to come over and they would all drink the wine together. Øystein wasn’t sure how he felt about Faust being there too, wishing it was more private, but he didn’t dare pass up the opportunity to be around Varg. 

As he stepped inside, Øystein realized he’d never actually seen the interior of their apartment yet. It was surprisingly warm and he found the source quickly, a few space heaters set up around just the area he could see. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but he was curious. The space was mostly clean, although there were some clothes scattered around the floor and plates resting on the table near the couch. They had a chess board set up on the same table, clearly in the middle of a game. 

“Sit,” Varg instructed and the words broke Øystein out of his thoughts, disrupting his nosiness and he obeyed. He sat down at the dining room table with Faust and waited. “This is the wine I was telling you about,” Varg said, words directed at Faust and Øystein felt pride bubbling in his chest. Varg had talked about the wine Øystein gave him? Had he said nice things? 

He watched as Varg set six glasses down on the table, two in front of each of them. One was larger and the other was smaller, and he was admittedly a bit confused. Varg started with the wine, pouring some into Faust’s glass first which didn’t go unnoticed by Øystein. He didn’t say anything about it, though. He just smiled when Varg poured some into his glass, thanking him softly. 

Varg had poured them all shots next, mixing vodka with cheap lemonade and Øystein could already feel the hangover he was going to have. He just smiled and thanked Varg for his, though. At this rate, he thought he may drink gasoline if Varg was the one offering it. Faust drank his first and handled it the best out of the three, although he did cough and make a face right after he’d swallowed. 

“Fuck. That’s bad,” Faust laughed once he’d regained himself, laughing harder when Varg drank his and made an unpleasant noise. Øystein wasn’t sure why he’d poured them vodka if he didn’t like it, but he focused on drinking his own. It took two gulps to get all of the liquid down, even though the glass was small, and he regretted it immediately. It was far worse doing it in two rather than one. 

“You okay?” Varg asked and when Øystein looked up, the other was staring at him with a small smirk on his face. He made the expression often and it made Øystein want to wipe it off his face every time, heart speeding up a bit. He felt his cheeks turn pink and he nodded his head at the words. He slid his glass across the table to let Varg pour him enough, wanting to impress him so badly. Varg added more vodka than lemonade this time and Øystein wondered if it was purposeful. He was still smirking as he slid it back to him. 

“Thank you,” Øystein murmured and braced himself mentally for the shot. He took it quickly and fought against his own body, fighting to not react and to not gag around the offending liquid. “It’s good,” He said, trying to be a lot smoother than he was. The words came out awkward and clunky, and both of the other men laughed quietly. Varg poured two more shots, one for himself and one for Faust. 

“Thank you, baby,” Faust murmured and leaned to press a kiss to Varg’s temple. Apparently, they were a lot more touchy when they were in private. It made Øystein feel weird, not quite jealous, but an unusual mix of emotions. The display was soft and he was fascinated by the way Varg’s smile immediately softened, less of a smirk and more of a genuine smile now. 

“You’re welcome,” Varg replied and busied himself with taking the new shot he’d poured, Faust doing the same thing a moment later. They were all on equal ground now, two shots a piece.

Øystein felt his body tingling a bit, warmth spreading in his chest. He was embarrassed by how quickly he was getting drunk, but he supposed it was understandable. He wasn’t the tallest and he didn’t drink often, he just hoped neither commented on it. They seemed too caught up in the drinks to really notice it, though. 

“Try the wine,” Varg encouraged suddenly, nodding to the glass in front of Faust. “Øystein said it’s made of rice and not grapes. It’s really good,” He explained and pride swelled in Øystein. He knew Varg wasn’t bragging about him specifically, but it felt like he was. Øystein had brought him something he liked so much he was recommending it to his loved ones, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that fact.

“It is good,” Faust agreed after trying a bit of it, smiling at Øystein. “You have good taste,” He told him and Øystein found it interesting how similar their taste was. This time, he didn’t wish he found Faust more attractive. By now, he had gotten to know Varg enough to recognize that he wouldn’t want to pursue anyone else. 

Varg stood up a few moments later and he took off his sweater. As he did, a bit of skin at his midriff was exposed. Øystein couldn’t help having his eyes drawn there, tipsy enough by now that he didn’t think as he stared at the skin that had been shown off to him. It was only visible for a brief moment before Varg put his arms down and moved towards the kitchen area once again. Øystein finally looked away once he was covered again, looking at Faust and meeting his eyes immediately. Faust gave him a small smirk. He’d been watching him.

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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.

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re the smut ask game: 33 for faust x varg?

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Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

33) "Be good and I'll let you fuck me."

“Come on,” Varg was laughing against Faust’s skin, barely audible over the sound coming off the television and the noises echoing from the basement. “Nobody’s going to come upstairs,” He insisted, placing a few more kisses along his throat. 

He was pressed close to Faust’s body, occasionally rocking against his thigh. He wasn’t as desperate as he seemed, not yet anyway. Later in the night, he was sure he would be impatient and needy. For now, he was content to just kiss along Faust’s skin. Although, he was trying to go farther. 

Faust was warm against him and giggling at each kiss that was pressed to his throat. He was well past the point of being tipsy by now, his fingers curled into the back of Varg’s hair. He didn’t pull, simply holding onto it and carefully guiding Varg’s head away from his throat to press a kiss to his lips instead. 

“We are not doing this here,” Faust insisted once the kiss had broken, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the record store, the light from the television reflecting in them. “Anybody could come upstairs right now. Do you really want them to see that?” He pointed out and Varg knew he had a point. It wasn’t likely that their friends would wander upstairs so early in the night, but there was nothing stopping them from doing so. 

Admittedly, it was a deterrent. He didn’t want their friends to see all of that, but his brain was already set on the fact it wanted Faust. Wanted him as completely as he could get him. Maybe that was a fair trade for their friends catching them in the moment, he hummed quietly for a moment. 

“We could get under the blankets then they couldn’t see anything,” Varg tried again, smiling a bit. He didn’t care much either way, he was more than happy to wait. But he enjoyed going back and forth with the other. His hands wandered lower on him, squeezing at his hips and ass. It made Faust squirm against him, accidentally rubbing harder at his cock. “Nobody would even know,” Varg told him, voice a bit breathless. 

“We’re going to wait,” Faust decided and Varg pressed a kiss to his jaw, biting down a bit too roughly. It earned a soft gasp and he thought for a moment that Faust might change his mind. “Be good and I’ll let you fuck me later,” Faust said, suddenly far more vulgar than the moment had been. It caught Varg off guard and sent a shiver running down his spine. “You can wait, can’t you?” Varg could hear the smirk in his voice. 

He decided very quickly that he could be good. With the promise of getting to fuck Faust, he thought he could be whatever the taller man wanted him to be. He gave a nod of his head and he could hear Faust laughing again, loud and warm. Later would never come fast enough for him.

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Chapter fourteen of Mariners Apartment Complex

Chapter summary: Faust and Varg have breakfast. Varg may be taking a new step.

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On days when Faust was neither expected at work or at rehearsal, which admittedly didn’t come around often, Faust liked to sleep in. The night before, he hadn’t laid down with Varg. He had come home late and Varg’s light was already off. He tended to be a light sleeper, so Faust rarely risked waking him up and would retreat to his own room instead. Although, he usually missed him as he tried to fall asleep and when he woke up. 

That particular morning, everything seemed to be going perfectly for Faust. His day was entirely free and he could smell something cooking as soon as he began waking up. It was the familiar smell of salmon and Faust smiled, knowing Varg was making breakfast for him. Varg himself didn’t eat meat, not even fish, which did honestly make their diets a bit harder. It was difficult to find things in their price range that completely excluded any kind of meat or fish, but they managed okay most of the time. This usually meant cooking from scratch at home. 

Faust laid in bed for a bit longer before he finally decided to get up, knowing he would likely fall back asleep if he kept laying there. He didn’t bother changing, still wearing the sleeveless Emperor shirt that the band had made and his boxers, but it wasn’t like Varg would mind. 

“Good morning,” Varg greeted when Faust walked into the kitchen, glancing up from where he was cooking at the stove. He hummed when Faust cuddled up behind him, hands settling on his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder. “Watch out. I’m going to burn your breakfast,” He warned with a small laugh, dislodging Faust enough to transfer the salmon onto the plate with a pile of scrambled eggs. “Here,” He presented it to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and moving to the table. 

“I can’t even cuddle you a bit?” Faust teased and followed him to the table. “Thank you, baby. Is that all you’re eating?” He asked, looking at the plate of crispbread topped with sliced up strawberries and what appeared to be honey. He frowned deeply when Varg nodded. “You need to eat something else too, Kristian Have some eggs at least,” He didn’t miss the way Varg tensed at the use of his real name, but he also didn’t address it. “Share with me,” He told him, trying to leave no room for an argument. 

“I’m fine,” Varg replied, but he glanced at Faust’s face and seemed to reconsider. Faust didn’t question what made him change his mind, deciding to just be grateful. He didn’t eat very much of the eggs, though it was still better than nothing. “How did you sleep?” Varg asked, clearly trying to change the subject as they ate. 

“Well,” Faust assured him, but would not let the subject drop. “Is it a problem with money or being busy?” He asked because he figured it would be one or the other; he couldn’t foresee a different reason. “Because I can help with either, you know. I still have some money left over from my last paycheck and I have the day off. I can go and shop today if you make me a list of what you need,” He offered and smiled when Varg nodded, happy his partner was accepting help without making it into an argument. It wasn’t always easy for him. 

“I will make you a list after breakfast,” Varg agreed, not eating anymore of the eggs. That was okay, it was enough. “You’re looking stronger,” He noted with a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. The words made Faust grin and immediately move to flex for him, earning a laugh from Varg. “Very handsome,” He praised and took a bite of his crispbread once he had stopped laughing. 

“Thank you, thank you. I’ve been working out more,” Faust told him, proud of himself that Varg liked what he was seeing. He continued eating his own breakfast, thinking about how it always tasted better when Varg made it for him. “So, did you have a good morning?” He asked, unsure of how long Varg had been awake. 

“It was good,” Varg nodded. “I cleaned up for a little bit and then Øystein came over. He wanted to make it up to me for being an asshole. He asked me to come over for dinner tomorrow night,” He explained and Faust listened along, raising an eyebrow at the new information he’d been presented with. 

“Are you going to go?” Faust asked him, although it was obvious he did not care either way. He knew he was being excluded from it and given how sexual it had gotten last time, it was a possibility Øystein might push it in that direction again. Only, he wouldn’t be present with them that time. He didn’t mind it. “Are you going to blow him?” He followed up, smiling at Varg. He rolled his eyes at Faust, although it was lighthearted. 

“Only if he’s respectful,” Varg told him and Faust had a feeling that meant yes. He hoped Øystein had learned his lesson about making snide remarks about Varg or his job. If he had, it was more than likely that something sexual would happen between them. It was clear Varg was not opposed to it and had even seemed to have moved on from being angry at Øystein. 

“Well, make sure you use a condom if you’re going to fuck. Be safe,” Faust’s tone was still teasing. Varg rolled his eyes again and they both finished up their breakfast a few minutes later. “And you have to tell me how it goes. Do you think he’s big?” He asked, half out of curiosity and half jokingly. 

“I don’t know,” Varg said a bit exasperatedly. The reaction made Faust laugh, shaking his head at him. It was so easy to rile him up sometimes, it was adorable when he wasn’t genuinely bothered. “He might be. I could see him being long,” He considered. “I’ll be sure to measure if he pulls it out,” He assured him and Faust pretended to be thankful for it, he was actually curious about it deep down. 

“I don’t want to know if he’s bigger than I am,” Faust told him and rose from the table, gathering their plates up to wash them since Varg had cooked. He pressed a kiss to the top of Varg’s head and made an embarrassingly loud noise when Varg’s hand snuck up to grope at his crotch roughly. He was grinning when Faust pulled away to look at him and it made Faust laugh. “Don’t start something I don’t have time to finish,” He warned, taking the plates to the sink, shaking his head fondly when he heard Varg laughing.

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