#oscar the swede x reader

[thoughtsofedin]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ

ᴀxᴇʟ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏᴛᴛᴏ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜱᴄᴀʀ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Set one year before the events of season 2.

They say he’s dying all for love, but that can never be: They say his heart is breaking, mother ­ what is that to me?

In where the brothers find themselves obsessed with their hostess.

This deviates into four different stories. One for each brother and one with all three brothers.

Oscar carries the suitcase and so he stands in the middle, protected by his two older brothers. Otto's to his right, tired and angry. Axel didn't have time to change after their last mission, he smelled like sweat, like the damp earth he had been thrown into over and over again. There's a bit of blood in his hair, down the back of his neck. The skin beneath his left eye is bruised, the corner of his mouth is torn open.

They're all in horrible shape when Otto knocks on the light blue cottage door, leaving behind a stain that he doesn't care to wipe away. It could be blood or dirt or a mixture of the two. It’s not important. Inside, someone sets something down loudly and Axel notices a woman peek behind the curtain of a window to his right. She doesn't linger and stare, she doesn't gawk and try to hide, pulling the curtains around her and acting as if she hadn’t been seen.

Instead, as if she had been waiting for them, she gives him a light smile and makes her way to the door. They could hear her footsteps as she went. The door in front of them opens and she stands in front of the three brothers. She wears a thick knitted sweater and light blue jeans. An apron a shade darker than the door is wrapped around her.

Otto is impatient, fumbles through his pockets and pulls out the ripped newspaper they had found when they stepped out of the portal. The ad stated that she had a room available for weekly rent. Private bathroom, shared amenities. Meals Included. No pets. He holds it out to her and Oscar smiles. Smiling at people made them feel at ease. But he didn't have any issues disposing of a body if it came to that.

Oscar wonders, as she takes the ad, if perhaps there is something wrong with her. If perhaps she's commission, like them. She doesn't question the blood, the stench, the ominous way they stand there in front of her door ready for her to either run or scream or shut the door in their face. They'd kill her then. Toss her into the lake and take her home as their own until they no longer need it. His smile almost falters, Axel already reaching for his gun. But she opens her mouth, saves herself from almost dying right then and there.

“I only have one room available. The bed’s pretty big, but I don’t think it’s big enough to fit three… are you alright with an airbed?”

Oscar is in the shower, Otto took his first and sits on the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, he has a flesh wound on his forearm he’s inspecting with a frown. The room is on the second floor, overlooking the garden in the backyard. The airbed is still in the box, placed in the corner of the room. Axel stands by the window, watching you. You’re crouched over, grabbing something from the earth. You had invited them for lunch when you brought over the bed.

Otto had agreed with a grunt, Oscar shooting him a glare. Axel was indifferent. It’d save him the trouble of cooking.

Axel watches as you wipe your hands on your apron, sitting up and stretching before standing and grabbing the basket full of vegetables. Axel turns away when you disappear back into the house.

Oscar leaves the bathroom then, hair wet and dripping against the collar of his shirt. Closing the curtain, Axel turns his attention to his brothers. They had yet to receive a proper mission from the higher ups. All they were given was a set of coordinates for the suitcase. He didn't know where in the timeline they were. He didn't care enough to ask.

"She seems stupid." Oscar says, dropping his towel on the floor. Otto, who had always hated any sort of mess, hisses and tells him to pick it up. Oscar ignores him.

"Stupid is good. Stupid won’t ask questions. Won't meddle." Axel says, picking up his brother's damp towel and setting it over the back of a wooden chair. Oscar was spoiled, it was too late to ask him to change.

Oscar sits on the windowsill, frowning. "Not yet."

"I'm going to shower." he says, slipping into the bathroom. It's bright, there are no curtains to draw close in here. The thick foliage outside tells him that no one will see him. He undresses, the water still cold when he steps in.

There's a knot on the back of his head, tender to the touch. Above that, near his ear he finds a wound, coagulated blood knotting his hair. He scrubs at it until the pain has him clenching his teeth and his eyesight doubles. The water runs red then pink then clear. He stands there for a little longer, muscles tensing from the cold.

When he steps out, dressed in only his slacks he finds Otto alone in the room. There’s a tray on top of the dresser and Axel inspects it. He finds a bowl of dark berries, garnished with a mint leaf. Besides it there’s half a loaf of bread, sliced and steaming with a tiny ramekin of butter. There are three cups of lemonade as well.

“The girl left it for us.” Otto says, patching a tear on his coat. “Oscar wasn’t happy about it.”

Axel picks up a glass and sniffs it before taking a small sip. He never really cared for sweetened drinks, so he sets it back and instead goes for the loaf of bread, sinking his teeth into a slice.

“Is that why he left?” he asks after swallowing; the next slice he grabs he slathers with butter.

“Says we should have killed her.” Otto sets down his coat, annoyance in his eyes as he looks at his brother.

“There’s no reason to.” Though it’s still not fully off the table. He tosses Otto the last of the bread.

"Äta. It's good."

Otto sinks his teeth into the bread. "Do you think she's commission?"

"No." People from the commission didn't settle down and buy homes they couldn't fully afford.

Satisfied, Otto goes back to his mending. Axel slips his boots on, then his shirt. He takes a single glass of lemonade and sets it on the table. Otto would drink it. Oscar was out there throwing a fit; he wasn't going to save him one.

Axel takes the tray and heads downstairs to talk to the girl.

He finds you in the kitchen, the scent of rosemary thick in the air. Something sizzles in a pan off to the side. The window in front of the sink is open, cool air wafting in. You're humming something he doesn't know. He sets the tray down roughly, startling you.

If he had known that you had been cutting something, perhaps he would have been a bit gentler. But what's done is done. The knife clatters to the ground as you turn around, blood weeping from your palm.

He doesn't say anything. Just watches as you grab a towel and wrap your hand in it. "Shoot, sorry." you apologize as if it was you that had startled him and he that had cut himself.  It's amusing, in a way.

He takes a few steps towards you and whatever it seems you were about to say gets caught in your throat as he bends down in front of you and grabs the knife by the blade. He holds it out to you, so close that if he wanted to, he could have sunk the blade between your ribs.

It would have put an end to Oscar's tantrum.

He lets you grab the knife, unmoving. You place it in the sink, taking a step to the side. "Thanks, um...?"

He doesn't want to tell you his name. Not yet at least.

"My brother," he starts, holding his hand at Oscar's height. "Have you seen him?"

"Oh, uh." You seem to think for a second, your fingers tightening around your cut. "He stepped out. Didn't really seem to be in a good mood."

"He's never in a good mood." Axel says, holding his hand out. It wasn't exactly guilt that he felt, but you had cut your hand because of him. He could, at the very least, see if you needed stitches.

"Oh no," you say after a moment, having realized what he was silently asking for. "It's fine. It's not so bad."

Axel doesn't say anything, simply looks at the way the towel darkened with your blood. He's been stabbed plenty of times, among other things, he knows that small cuts don't bleed like that. He reaches for you, gently tears your hands away from the towel.

You startle under his touch, but let him peel your fingers away, taking the towel with you. "Good." he tells you and it’s almost a praise.

"I really think it’s fine," you say quietly, watching him. "It's just a scratch."

He hums, tracing the edges of your wound with his index finger, ignoring you.

"It's not too deep," he says after a moment. You wouldn't need stitches. "Where are your bandages?"

"In the bathroom, I can go get them." you try to pull your hand away, but he holds it in place.

"Sit. I will bandage it for you." there's no room for disagreement in his demand and you seem to be smart enough to understand, slipping your hand away and sitting in a chair across the island.

'Good,' he thought. He did not like to repeat himself.

He finds the bathroom easily enough, finds the first aid kit tucked inside the cabinet underneath the sink like you told him it'd be at. He takes the whole thing back into the kitchen.

You must have turned the stove off while he was gone, the sizzling settling down to a few unruly pops.

Setting the kit down, you open your hand. The bleeding had stopped, and you seemed to have washed the wound. It would make this easier. He stands across from you, slowly opening the kit and pulling out disinfectant, gauze, and antibiotic ointment.

He had done similar for his brothers, countless times. But this was the first time he had taken to bandaging up a random stranger.

"Ouch." you hiss when he sprays the disinfectant into your cut, almost pulling your hand away. He shoots you a look of annoyance, gripping your wrist.

"Don't move."

"Sorry," you apologize again. "It startled me."

He rips open the tiny sachet of ointment and squeezes it against the length of your cut before using his thumb to smear it directly into the wound. The gauze comes next, and he wraps it around your hand three times before tucking the end in place.

"Thank you." Your voice is soft as you take your hand back and inspect his work.

Axel doesn't respond, setting back the rest of the gauze and disinfectant and closing the red box.

"Did you come here to work the farm?" you suddenly ask as he was about to head back to the bathroom.

"The farm?" he repeats.

"Yeah. Adler is always hiring hands, but he can't keep them for long. I've been trying to wrack my head around why anyone would come this far north and it’s the only thing that makes sense."

You stand, pushing the chair back in and he gets out of your way. “There’s not much this town offers; Adler’s farm just happens to be the biggest one so it’s always looking for people.”

Axel pauses, watching as you discard the bloody towel in the trash before turning back to face him. “Not that it’s any of my business, of course. I’m just happy someone finally found the ad.”

“Aren’t you worried? Sharing your home with three strange men?” Axel takes a step towards you, but you don’t flinch or step away, just frown at him.

“A bit, you did show up at my house covered in bruised and bloodied. But isn’t slaughter work messy? As long as you don’t track blood or mud, or anything weird inside, I don’t see the reason to be wary.”

He’s almost tempted to laugh, to tell you that you were wrong, so very, very wrong. But he doesn’t, instead he takes a step back. “We’ll try our best to keep things clean.”

 Its all he says, walking out of the kitchen.

“She is not as stupid as you thought.” Otto says to Oscar, who had returned just in time to find his brothers out in the garden. You were still in the kitchen, flitting between the stove and the table, setting plates and glasses for them. You had told them that lunch would be ready in the hour.

Otto had thought that it was odd that you had not questioned their disheveled state and had accepted them so fast, but when Axel came back and told him that you were under the impression that they were working as butchers in the local slaughterhouse, it all began to make sense.

You must have truly been desperate, to let them in without a single cautionary pause. But even if you seemed aloof and unintelligent, you were clearly watching them as much as they were watching you.

Oscar, who had managed to settle his anger, sat to the side, listening. “We do not have to stay here,” he says bitterly. “I checked- there’s a motel we can stay at. It’ll be more private.” He did not understand Otto’s obsession with only staying in homes shared by other people. Nor did he care to find out.

“No.” Axel says, squinting from the sun. “This is fine. Moving will raise questions.”

Oscar bites the side of his mouth, Axel was already in a bad mood, telling him that those questions would be easily avoided with premeditated murder would probably make him snap.

"The house is nice." Otto says, as if that was the most important factor. And maybe it was to him.

Oscar's anger flares but he keeps his composure.

"She's wary, but we don't have to worry about her delving into our business." Axel reassures them. Even with the sun in his eyes, he had been watching you through the window. You seemed preoccupied with whatever you were cooking. Not once had you looked back at them. He watches as you open the oven and pull something out.

“She is kind hearted.” Otto suddenly says, catching Axel’s eyes. “She does not see the very danger she is in.”

“Is she in any danger?” Axel asks, trying to gauge his brother’s thoughts.

“No,” Otto turns to look at you, the glare across the window making it hard. “Not yet.”

Out of all three of them, Otto was, by loose definition, the kindest of them all. He did not kill unless necessarily. Did not hurt unless he was forced to. He had been a cry baby as a child, and perhaps he still was. Axel wasn’t stupid, he knew that Otto longed for more than they did.

If they had all gone down a different path, where would Otto be right now? Where would he?

Oscar grunts, uncaring of the way his older brothers talk about you. He did not see the interest there, the gentleness his brothers seemed to carry in their hearts. You were a liability. You were bound to grow curious of them; you would put your nose where it did not belong and then Oscar would be able to show them that he had been correct all along. Maybe then they would start listening to him more.

As if summoned, you open the door to the backyard and step outside. The sun stuns you and you blink and frown, trying to get used to the brightness. Giving up, you bring your hand up to shield your vision from the sun.

“Lunch is ready, if you’re hungry.” She sounds hopeful that they’d join her, and that joy manages to irritate Oscar even more. She should just leave them alone. But he is hungry, and his anger wasn’t enough to turn down a warm meal. Not when the last time he ate a proper meal was becoming a blurry memory.

Otto is the first to stand, the corners of his mouth raising in an attempt at a smile.

Otto might be the kindest, but out of all three, he had always fit a scowl better. He was tall and imposing, the scar across his eye adding to his unapproachable looks. The smile comes out rather chagrin, but you smile back at him, nonetheless.

“Thank you.” Otto says gently, following you inside. Axel and Oscar linger outside, the oldest brother sighing and sending a silent warning to Oscar to behave. He’d hate to spend his afternoon cleaning after his mess. Oscar stands and leaves him there.

Inside, a table full of food awaits them. While you had rolled the blinds up, you kept the curtains drawn shut, sunlight filtering in through the cream-colored linen softly. On the table, there’s a basket of bread cut into squares, a roasted chicken sliced for ease. There are potatoes, covered in rosemary and butter. Around that, many other dishes of various sizes are filled with greens or vegetables and sauces. Otto finds that most of it, he can’t identify. Not that it mattered, his mouth watered at it all.

The bread from earlier had only reminded him how hungry he had truly been.

He watches your tongue swipe along the length of your bottom lip as you wring your hands together. “I’m looking at it now, and I definitely got overexcited.” She mumbles, Otto almost not hearing her. “I haven’t cooked for anyone in a long time, I hope it’s not too much.”

Axel is the one to answer you, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. “It’s not often we have someone that wants to cook us such a feast.”

You smile, a warmth spreading across your face. “Then I’m glad I made so much.” You move to sit next to Axel, Otto taking the one on your left.

“Is she eating with us?” Oscar asks his brothers instead of you, pulling out his own chair. He did not want her there. Sitting across from him.

“Oh,” you say, your smile faltering. “Is that weird? I can just-”

Otto cuts you off, shooting a glare at him. “Yes. She is feeding us. Why should she not eat with us?”

“No, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind eating somewhere else.” You try to plead, inching away.

“Sit.” Otto and Axel say at the same time, Otto pulling your chair for you. “Oscar did not mean anything by it.” Otto continues, drumming his fingers on the wood of the chair.

You look unsure, but Axel nods his head towards the chair before picking up the bottle of wine and inspecting it. “We will not eat without you, isn’t that correct?”

Otto hums in agreement.

After a single beat of silence, you take your seat, fingers brushing against Otto’s knuckles as he tries to move out of the way. His skin is warm, calloused, and you catch the indent of a scar between his index and middle finger.

He pushes you in and takes his seat. Oscar tries not to look at you, reaching for the potatoes.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like,” you say softly, watching as Axel plucks her wine glass from its place and fills it halfway. He fills all of theirs.

“We are not picky,” he says, grabbing the bowl of potatoes from his brother and putting some on his plate before handing them to you. “Though I think you’re going to spoil them, I’ve never made anything as elaborate as this.”

Oscar scoffs, spearing a piece of chicken.

“You like to cook?” you ask, sitting up in your seat.

“Yes,” Otto answers for him. “He’s always taken to the kitchen.”

“I had a good teacher.” Is all Axel says, taking a long sip of his wine. He did not like talking about his mother. None of them did.

“I did not take you for a cook.” you say with a smile.

“Looks are rather deceiving, aren’t they?”

You laugh, licking your lips. “So, where did you all come from?”

Otto wonders, as he chews on a bite of meat, if perhaps for you, meals were eaten in conversation.

“We’re from Sweden.” He answers anyway, not missing the way Oscar looks at him, as if he had just told you that they were assassins who traveled through time.

Your eyes seem to brighten at that. “Oh um...Det trevligt att träffa dig." You say quietly, stumbling over the accent.

Otto is startled, unsure if he heard correctly. “Pratar du Svenska?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No. Not really. That’s all I know. I had a feeling you were Swedish.”

“Is it that obvious?” Axel asks, watching you bring a bite of food to your mouth.

“Mm.” she covers her mouth with the tips of her fingers, swallowing. “If you know what to look for.”

"Vilken intressant händelseutveckling, tycker du inte det? Hon pratar svenska...lite" Otto tells his brothers, watching as you frown, trying to decipher what he’s said. You look between all brothers, Oscar finding her bewilderment amusing.

"Prata inte på svenska framför henne, Otto. Titta så förvirrad hon ser ut." Axel replies, the corners of his lips curling towards a smile, replying in Swedish even after telling his brother to stop.

“I feel like you’re talking about me.” You interject, setting your fork down.

"They are." Oscar says nonchalantly, reaching for more meat.

"It took us by surprise. We don't really meet many people who speak it." Axel clarifies, finishing his wine.

"What did you say?" you ask. But instead of an answer, Axel simply shakes his head, his smile never leaving his face. He would not tell you. Part of him liked the way you seemed to squirm in your seat. Unsure of what to say, who to look at.

“Where did you learn?” Otto asks instead, pulling your attention back to him.

“I want to go to Sweden one day. Figured I should learn the language first, so I picked up a language book from the library. I don’t think I ever returned it.”

"But all you can say is 'Nice to meet you'? It doesn't seem like you're really interested in it." Oscar pushes his plate away, finished.

"It's not that. I haven't given up on it...It's not exactly the easiest language to teach yourself..." you pause, frowning at the youngest brother. “It’s just been a slow process.”

"What if I were to teach you some more?" Otto offers before he can stop himself. The thought of teaching you, of having more to offer the world than just his mercenary skills… he could not help himself.

The offer manages to surprise both Oscar and Axel, though Axel does a better job of hiding his emotions. Oscar slams his hands on the table, pushing his chair back.

"Du slösar bort din tid på den dumma tjejen! Vi kommer inte att vara här länge!" he says bitterly, shooting you a glare.

"Tillräckligt." Axel says with a warning.

Throwing his napkin onto his plate, Oscar turns and heads upstairs, the anger palpable in the air.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, the tension making you wring your fingers again.

“No… Oscar’s a bit overprotective.” Otto doesn’t do anything to hide the annoyance in his voice, wiping his mouth.

You don’t say anything, your eyes glued to the stairs even after Oscar’s disappeared into their shared room.

"Don't worry about him. He's always been a spoiled brat." Axel is calm as he refills his glass before offering her some more. Oscar was right, not about storming out like a scolded child, but about how they weren't going to be here for long. It wasn't good for Otto to try to form a bridge between himself and you. Not when it could be as soon as tomorrow that the Commission sends them their mission. They'd take care of it and move on. They never stayed in one place for too long. Trying to plant roots would only come back to haunt them in the end.

He finishes his wine in one swallow. “Otto, do you mind helping her clean up? I should go check on Oscar.”

You turn to look at him, blinking a few times. “No, it’s okay, I don’t need the help.”

“It’s alright.” Otto says, already gathering dishes towards him.

Axel stands, smiling at you. “Lunch was lovely. Thank you.” With that, he stands and makes his way upstairs.

Otto watches after him, a silence falling between you and him.

You sip at the wine, looking over everything left on the table.

“So,” you say after the silence grows to be unbearable. “Are you the oldest?”

“Hmm? Oh no, Axel is.”

“Axel.” You repeat. “Maybe I should have asked for your names earlier.” Setting the glass down you stand up, grabbing your plate and walking over to the garbage can. Otto follows you.

“We have not asked for your name either, so don’t feel bad.”

Realizing, you tell him your name, scraping the food off of the plate and setting it in the sink before holding your hand out for his.

“Oscar, Otto and Axel… söta namn.”

“Cute?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Feeling your cheeks grow warm, you freeze. “Did I say cute? I meant to say nice. I think they’re really interesting names.”

Otto chuckles, grabbing the rest of the plates from the table and hands them to you. “Your Swedish is really horrible.”

“Oh god, this is really embarrassing. Can we act like I didn’t just say that?” you take the plates, your face hot.

Laughing, Otto shakes his head. “You think we have cute names. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He’s teasing you and for some reason it just feels normal. Right now, in this moment, Otto didn’t feel like a stranger in his own skin, nothing more but a man who only knew how to kill and harm.

He did not know you, but in this tiny little moment, he felt like he was no longer missing anything.

You groan, shaking your head. “Please? I might die of embarrassment.”

He only smiles in return, corking the bottle of wine and placing it in the fridge. “If it helps,” Otto says softly, making you turn your head to look at him. “I also think your name is cute.”

For a moment, you look startled but then you huff and turn around, laughing. “You’re making fun of me!”

Otto doesn’t tell you that he meant it. Instead, he asks you what to do next.

You show him where the dirty linen goes, and he helps you put the leftovers into containers that line the fridge. It felt rather…domestic. As if this was where he belonged. After wiping the table and taking out the garbage, Otto stands beside you, drying the dishes as you hand them to him.

“Do you think Oscar is feeling better?” you suddenly ask.

He felt guilty that for a second, he wondered who Oscar was. “He’s…” he pauses, trying to figure out how to best explain it. “Oscar sometimes forgets that the world is a lot bigger than us.”

You nod, handing him a cup. “I’m sorry again, if I did anything to upset him. I probably should have just let you eat alone instead of forcing myself into the group.”

Setting the cup down, Otto shakes his head. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“I know but I just feel like it… like I said, it’s been so long since I’ve had any company at all that I kind of forgot that while yes, you guys are company, you are also renting out a room. I’ll give you your space from now on.”

“Why is it that you’re out here all alone?”

“It’s a long story.” you say, and Otto doesn’t push for more. “Anyways, thank you for helping me.” Your smile returns, as you rinse off the sink.

“Ingen orsak.” He replies, drying his hands.

“Is that my first Swedish lesson?”

He chuckles. “Ja. It can be.”

“I’m guessing that means you’re welcome?”

“It’s more like ‘no problem’.” He clarifies.

“Ingen orsak.” You repeat slowly, rolling the words over your tongue. “I’ll have to go write that down before I forget.”

Pushing his hair from his face Otto finds himself smiling at you. At the way you seemed so excited over something so simple.

“I should probably go check on my brothers.” The reluctance in his voice goes unnoticed by you.

“Oh.” Otto wonders if he’s imagining the way you seemed to deflate slightly. “Yeah of course. I’m sorry for keeping you.”

He wants to tell you that he would rather stay down here with you for a bit longer, but he doesn’t, a flash of hot guilt making him keep his mouth shut. He has to remind himself that this wasn’t permanent. That while it was nice, none of this was meant for him.

You tell him that dinner will be ready at 7 and he heads up to the room.

When Oscar comes back downstairs, he has a swollen lip. It’s slight, not really noticeable unless someone was looking for it. But he could feel it when he swiped his tongue against it. Axel had been mad at him, at his outburst at the dining table. But he hadn’t hit him until Oscar threw the first punch, calling him a traitor.

He was mad that his brothers seemed so interested in you. How many had they killed already? Why were they so against adding one more body to that list? You didn’t know them. You talked too much, input yourself where you didn’t belong.

They’ve only been here for half a day and already you were worming your way where you didn’t belong. When Axel had slapped him across the face, Oscar had thought about finding you and slitting your throat. He almost had, but Axel had noticed and told him that killing you wouldn’t solve anything.

‘You want to kill her because she was kind to you?’ he had said with a scoff, pulling a dagger from his boot and offering it to him. ‘Then go ahead and do it. See how that will do nothing to fix whatever anger you are so insistent on carrying inside of you.’

He almost took the knife. But stopped and slapped it away. Part of him knew that he was being irrational. That his brothers weren’t stupid. That the conversations didn’t mean anything. Humans were social creatures by default. Of course, it did not help that you were physically attractive. That you looked at them with interest instead of judgement. For heaven’s sake, even if you had butchered every single word, you had spoken to them in their own language, greeting them in your home as if you were old friends.

Part of him knew that you weren’t going to steal his brothers away from him. But that part was miniscule in comparison to the worry that he carried inside of him that told him that maybe, just maybe, it had been a mistake coming here after all.

He wanted the commission to send them their mission already so they could move on. He wanted you to fade into the back of his mind until you were forgotten.

It scared him how easy it would be for you to destroy what they had. It wasn’t anger that he carried in his heart, but fear. Fear that one day he would lose his brothers just like he lost his mother, and he would be all alone.

Downstairs he finds himself alone, the setting sun casting shadows across the house. He had heard you leave, the rumbling of your car as you drove off making him sigh in relief. Otto had found a room where you kept some books and had made himself comfortable in it, flipping through vintage books that caught his attention.

Axel had kicked him out of the room, telling him that he had given him a migraine and he wanted to sleep it off. Oscar gladly left.

But down here, in the silence and darkness, there was nothing to do. He could go back upstairs and join Otto, but his brother was still upset with him, so it was best if he didn’t.

He finds himself heading back outside, past the tiny patio they had sat at and into the garden. He was careful not to step on anything, mother had always gotten mad at him when he had destroyed her crops, accident or not.

He almost keeps going into the forest that seems to line the back of your house but stops when he hears a meow from behind him. He turns to find a fat Russian blue digging her paws into the carrots. The cat looks up at him and rolls over itself, stretching her paws towards him and meows again, inviting him over.

Oscar complies, carefully making his way over and bending down. He holds his hand out and the cat leans over and presses its forehead onto it. Automatically, everything that had been bothering him is pushed aside as he smiles and coos at the cat, scratching it between the ears.

He’s always had a soft spot for animals. Gently, he picks it up and presses it against his chest. “Are you here to keep me company?” he asks it gently, taking its meow as a yes.

“Come then.” he makes his way back to the patio, wondering if his brothers would let him sneak a cat inside. Not that he cared if you kicked them out because of it.

Taking a seat, Oscar runs his hand alongside the back of the cat, letting it stretch and get comfortable on his lap.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, rubbing its tail. It’s kind of funny how he waits for an answer.

“No?” he presses, smile growing. “Did you steal enough from the garden that your belly is full? Is that why you’re so fat?” he pokes it on the stomach.

The cat meows, swatting his hand away as if it didn’t like him talking about its weight. Carefully, Oscar squeezes its paw, shaking it. The cat kicks him and he lets go.

He must have been really distracted, the sound of the door opening startling him and the cat, who froze with his finger in its mouth.

He should have known that it was you.

When you push open the door and step outside, his smile falters and he almost let’s go of the cat.

“Oh,” you say, startled. “I didn’t think anyone was out here.”

He doesn’t say anything, glancing down at the takeout box in your hands. You look down at it as well.

“Oh. I got a bit busy, so I didn’t have enough time to make dinner and offering leftovers seemed a little rude, so I picked up some takeout.” You rambled, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I wasn’t sure if you guys liked Chinese food, so I got you pizza instead. You like pizza, right?”

Oscar doesn’t answer you. It was so obvious that you were uncomfortable being near him and that irritated him. Sure, he liked that he made you want to run as far away from him as possible but at the same time, why was it that out of all the three of them, he had to be the unapproachable one?

On his lap the cat meows, almost slipping from his arms as it stretches. He’s quick to shift it around. Right now, he did not want to be alone with you.

“Oh shoot,” you say once you notice the cat. “She got out again.”

“Is she your cat?” Oscar asks.

“No. She belongs to a neighbor. Though she’s always running away and destroying my garden. Isn’t that right, Maple?”

The cat meows at her name, her tail shooting straight up and Oscar starts to let go of her, but you shake your head.

“Please don’t. I’m really allergic to cats.”

It makes sense why you keep your distance, and Oscar almost sighs, relieved that it wasn’t him that you were worried about.

Maple yawns, her tail swaying side to side and Oscar scratches at her chin, stealing her attention from you.

“She really likes you,” you say softly, closing the door behind you. You linger at the door for a second before taking a deep breath and making your way towards the seat next to his, a small round table separating you two. “Have you always been this good with animals?”

Oscar sighs, letting Maple get comfortable in his lap once more.  He didn’t feel like making small talk with you. But he forces himself to anyways. “I guess.”

You set your food on the table and Maple perks up, sniffing the air. “Did you have pets growing up?”

“No, we didn’t have the space. Though our village was full of strays.” He pauses, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You seemed so interested in what he had to say that he almost felt embarrassed. “I would always go feed them scraps after dinner… It drove mother mad.” He finds himself smiling lightly, remembering the way his mother would scold him only to give in and let him keep doing it. “They used to follow me home some nights and then I’d sneak them inside.”

He could almost remember how he’d keep them under his bed, in a cardboard box that he had cut holes out of and lined with old clothes that no longer fit him. But it only ever lasted so long, the cats would start whining for food and then Axel or Otto would find them and set them free.

You laugh softly at his story, bringing one leg up on the chair. “My sister used to do the same thing with anything she could get her hands on. Though one time she was so scared that she would get caught that she put a garden mouse in my bed. Imagine my horror when I wake up in the middle of a bed to find it crawling all over me.” You shiver as if the memory still haunts you. “I think I refused to sleep in our room for like a month.”

Oscar can’t help the tiny smile that curls his lips as he listens to your story.

You glance over at him and raise your brows. “Are you smiling at my childhood trauma?” you tease. “I’m glad you find it so amusing.”

“Are you and your sister close?” he asks, changing the topic.

Your smile falls and you lean back in your chair. “We were.” You mumble quietly.

“Did something happen?” he presses, wondering why you looked as if you had suddenly been kicked in the ribs.

“She…” you inhale loudly, looking up at the sky for a second. “She passed away last year. Traffic accident.”

A silence falls between them, and even Maple keeps her mouth shut, looking up at him as if she was telling him ‘Nice going idiot.’

“I-” he starts but you cut him off, shaking your head. You didn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s alright. Life’s unfair sometimes.” There’s a bitterness to your voice that softens into sadness by the time you’re finished talking.

He doesn’t know what to say, though he understands completely. He still carried the pain of losing his mother with him. He scratches Maple between the eyes.

If he were to lose his brothers, would he be able to get up every morning, like you seemed to do?

“I’m sorry, by the way.” You whisper into the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. “I didn’t mean to upset you earlier.”

He’s suddenly reminded of his outburst, of Axel slapping him across the face. He runs his tongue over the bump on his lip, sighing.

“For a long time it’s just been my brothers and I ever since…” he trails off, frowning. He didn’t know why he was telling you all this, but now that he’s started there’s no way to stop. “Seeing them talk to you…” he grows frustrated at the lack of words that could explain what he was feeling.

Maple, sensing his frustration, jumps from his lap and stretches before curling herself around his boots. He misses her already.

“I get it,” you say. “At least I think I do. Otto said something earlier, that sometimes you forget that the world is a lot bigger than just the three of you… But that’s not it, is it? It’s not that you forget, its just that for you, your brothers are your world.”

“You act like you know what you’re saying.” He says bitterly, looking away from you.

You laugh lightly, and his frustration rises and falls into the pit of his stomach. “It’s okay, you don’t have to agree with me.”

“I don’t.” he lies and it’s so obvious that he’s lying that he feels a warmth crawl up his throat.

“Just know that I get it. For a long time, it was just my sister and I against the world. Our parents…” you shrug, and Oscar is almost tempted to tell you to keep going, to tell him more. And it’s like you hear his thoughts because you do.

 You, unlike him, have the words that he doesn’t.

“They weren’t good parents. My mom left when I was young, and my dad was an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job long enough to put dinner on the table. I hated him. I still do, some days. For everything he put my sister through. For not being a father when we needed him most, but life’s a little unfair like that isn’t it?” you shrug, resting your chin on your knee and looking at the ground in front of you. “I had my sister though. She made the pain bearable. She made me realize that while the world was cruel, it didn’t mean that everyone was.”

“Sorry,” you say suddenly, laughing. “That’s such a mood kill. Just, I get it, okay? I know what you’re worried about, and I can assure you, its not going to happen.”

He wonders if you’re truly aware of what it was that he was afraid of. Did you know that it was you that he was worried about? That you’d show them, show him, that the world outside had enough space for them all?

He’s the youngest, the one they took care of… If someone else were to come into their lives, would he even be important to them anymore? Would they no longer care about him? Could he live a life where it wasn’t just Oscar, Otto and Axel against the world?

Did they see what it was that you were doing to them? Oscar felt as if someone had turned a stagnant hourglass over and he was running out of time, the ground before him holding him in place as his brothers moved forward.

It might not be you that caused the foundation to break and his world as he knew it to change, but by leaving you alive did they realize how much of a catalyst you could be? The commission had taken them in when they had nothing, but would you be the one to lift the veil over their eyes and show them that they could be so much more? That they deserved so much more than just endless death and running?

Why did it seem that he was the only one who saw just how much of a threat you posed?

It was irrational of course, but isn’t fear odd like that?

Oscar looks over at you, what little light filtered from the stars above shining on you and yet making it hard to see clearly. Your eyes were still on the ground, your food forgotten between them. You don’t seem to notice that he’s staring, and he wonders if perhaps you too have lost yourself in your thoughts.

He watches in silence as you lift your head to look up at the sky and he stops himself from following suit, from wondering what the stars looked like in your eyes.

You turn to look at him suddenly, smiling gently and something vile comes to his mind in that moment;

Would his brothers forgive him if he found someone more important than them?

[talia-the-gemini]

ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯m

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎?

°•Prologue•°

Summary: After the near apocalypse in 2019, in a last stich effort to save the family Five blips all of you into the past, you and your siblings get teleported in between 1959 and 1963.

You were transported to February 1959.

You are the 8th Hargreeve member, your power is the ability to foresee the future (basically alice from twilight just better).

Paring: The swedes x reader poly

Word count:395 (very short ik T-T)

Warnings: None

Masterlist

Flashback

On April the 1st, 2019, the earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event. Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes. Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very siblings who brought it on.

10:00 AM

LOCATION:UNKNOWN

DATE:UNKNOWN

Falling through Five’s big bright blue blip onto hard, solid concrete in an alleyway was not what you were expecting. Wincing from the impact, you look at the blip anticipating for your siblings to fall with you. “KLAUS,DIEGO?”

You call out desperately for your family but to no avail they don't respond. After a few seconds more, the gateway closes, leaving you without a way out or siblings. Shifting to stand you survey your surroundings.

“Fuck, where am I?” Stumbling down the alleyway. “Holy shit..” You stare in awe at the historic sight in front of you. Different colored Cadillacs, Plymouth Barracudas, and Ford Mustangs, People wearing old timey clothing, many shops and a few diners line the streets as well. Glancing to the left of yourself you notice a discarded magazine with the date ‘FEBUARY 2ND 1959’.

END OF FLASHBACK

That was almost four years ago, so far you’ve acquired a semi stable job, a decent sized but cozy house and the cutest house cat (a fluffy black cat named Cinder).

After four years of barely paying bills and living by yourself in a different timeline you decided to get a roommate, to maybe ease the loneliness and help around the house and with bills, so you come up with an amazing idea, why don't you put up and add for a room for rent? Honestly the best idea you’ve had for a long time.

8:00 AM

LOCATION: DALLAS, TEXAS

DATE:JANUARY 4TH 1962

It's early in the morning, a soft breeze ruffles the trees in the backyard. You simultaneously stir your tea as you're lost in thought as you stare out the kitchen window, Cider hops onto the bench, purring while rubbing his head on your arm.

‘Thump,Thump,Thump’ The sound of soft but heavy knocking breaks your train of thought “Coming!” you hastily make your way to your front door, peeking out the side window next to the door you notice three figures, most likely male by stature. Opening the door cautiously you look at the three blonde men in front of you. 

[jossambird]

Imagine ça: bringing swedes to haunted house

AAAAAA I’m imagining it and it’s melting my insides!

Look, successfully convincing them to go into a haunted house? Sure, doable. Oscar’s excited because he’s hoping you’ll grab onto him while you’re frightened and Otto really just wants to follow you (forever) to make sure nothing happens, and Axel? He’s tagging along but he isn’t really seeing the point in it all. He knows you’re scared easily enough when something in your garden lands on you, so why go to this ‘haunted home’ you speak of?

(Putting under cut because I wrote way more than I expected to)

When entering, Axel is at the front, followed by Otto, you and Oscar at the back. The two decide to flank you, assuring you they’ll be there if ever you’re too scared. Oscar of course is already grinning, already holding your hand.

Axel would not flinch for a second, his eyes cutting across the whole place, scanning each vaguely disguised person, anticipating each scare to come. More than once does someone in the haunted house attempt to spook him specifically but find themselves only met with an unimpressed glare from the man when they instead spook you even more. If at one point you find yourself behind him instead of being behind Otto, gripping his blue coat and get jumpscared by the actors trying to scare Axel, he will reach back and hold you closer against his back, pressed against him, sending a withering look at whoever dares to try and scare him and by extension, you.

Otto, albeit being an assassin, finds himself being a bit spooked when you let out a scream at a particular scare. He reaches out for you whenever it happens, no matter if you’re already holding onto either of his brothers. Just to make sure you’re okay, he tells himself, but sadly, Oscar’s already seen the way his brother jumped so he can expect to be teased about it mercilessly. If you hold onto him tight during a scare, he will forget about it all, pulling you into his side, hoping it’ll help- and then you both get jumpscared together and Oscar wishes he had one of those little devices you’ve spoken about that take stills of moments of life.

Oscar is eager to witness what this ‘haunted house’ business is. When you spoke about it, he knew he would have fun trying to scare you and Otto but he has to admit it’s well done. Nothing scares him, which leads to him being behind you, enjoying the way you fidget closer to him. He will hold you close, watching as you get scared over and over again at the actors jumping out at the both of you but if he sees as much as one tear rolling down your cheek, he is the first to throw hands with the poor haunted house actor simply doing his job. Does he delight in the pained yell of the person? Maybe. Does he delight in the way you’re pulling him closer and closer, away from actor who’s most likely about to make a complaint against them? He’d do it all over again.

[pickle-de-packle]

Kinktober 2023

Hi Guys!

I'm doing kinktober this year. I'm only doing 22 days.

On the blank spaces, you guys can request who you want (Repeat characters are welcomed!). Just comment or DM me!!

Thigh riding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Hickeys - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Pictures - Papa IV (Ghost)

Phone sex/Dirty talk - Elon Musk

Sex Toys - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Creampie/Breeding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Overstimulation - Elon Musk

Cock warming - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Office sex - Elon Musk

Mirror sex - Kami’en (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Praise kink - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Remote control vibe - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Fingering - Freddy Faz Bear (FNAF)

Face sitting - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Size difference - Andriy Yermak

Masturbation - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Panty Stealing - Axel (The Umbrella Academy)

No panties - Otto (The Umbrella Academy)

Glove kink - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Outdoor/Semi-public sex - Nerron (Mirrorworld)

Uniform - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

Sleepy sex - Hentzau (Mirrorworld/Reckless)

[allzelemonz]

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Axel

NSFW Alphabet

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: Either, wording is neutral Rating: M/Smut Warnings: Sex, cum, violence as a turn-on, mentions of porn, choking, hair pulling, masturbation

Domesticality?: Axel the Swede X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request; fluff with Axel Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: tooth rot, mention of Axel’s totally legal job, no dialogue because all he uses is body language, short fic Summary: When Axel doesn’t have work he’s a lot sweet than people may think

Oscar

NSFW Alphabet

Prompt: NSFW Alphabet Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: Both, see breaks for whichever works for you Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Sex, cum, mentions of porn, toys, hair pulling, sex in water, oral, collars

Otto

SFW Alphabet

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: None mentioned Rating: T/Fluff Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of injury, tooth rotting fluff

NSFW Alphabet: Otto The Swede

(To be reviewed to standard)

Poly Swedes

Too Many Cats! The Swedes X Any Gender Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Headcannons: Dating The Swedes (Poly)

(To be reviewed to standard)

Welcome to IKEA (Totally not the mafia): The Swedes X Any Gender Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

The Swedes X Hargreaves! Commission! NSG Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

The Swedes X AFAB Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

[auroracalisto]

don’t let them see you cry chapter eight, honey, it's alright | previous chapter  — the handler—the very reason for your personal slice of hell. haunting your every move… in your sleep, during the slow hours of the day. the swedish brothers—should have been strangers who show up and show you that you are more than what she told you. you are more than your mind allows you to believe. and you—the very person who will end the misery that plagues your mind. word count: 2.5k words tw: love confessions?? is that a possible trigger?? the handler shows up in this. a/n: this is a bit of a shorter chapter, BUT, i wanted to let you guys know that i am alive and i plan on continuing this when i have the time!! between working and my master's program, i've quite literally just been trying to survive outside of the constant chaos that is currently my life. thank you for all of the love and support! i appreciate it so much. i also wanted to use this chapter as a way to move things forward!! hope it makes sense LMAO title is from the song by gregory alan isakov also i had already posted this on my ao3 like... a bit over two weeks ago

Just like the weeks before, the air was tense. However, now, it was because Axel was scared of saying something to upset you. He tread around you like he was stepping on broken glass at any given point. He already fucked up this much—he didn’t want to make things worse for you or for his brothers. 

A part of him continued to berate him any time he saw you. But he almost wanted more. He wanted to be punished for the way he made you feel. Was that fair? To be punished for making you feel so alone in a world you were forcibly stranded in?

Axel was stressed. That much was obvious. Otto suggested finding a sauna somewhere, and lo and behold, there was one in downtown Dallas. Convenience wasn’t always the Swedish brothers' friend, but today, it was. 

They left you alone, Oscar promising they would be back soon enough. Otto glanced at you, giving a faint smile before they left. Axel didn’t look at you, keeping his gaze on anything but your face.

You knew he felt guilty, and when he came back, you would talk to him. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t your fault, either. If anything, every problem you ever had can be traced right back to your mother. But he needed to know. You couldn’t allow him to continue living like this—angry with himself. With the fact he was only protecting the ones he loved. 

How could you blame him for something like that?

It was simple—you couldn’t.

You knew you couldn't. Or at least, you wouldn't. 

You sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. You stretched out, hands covering your face soon after. They would be gone for a few hours. You could get some stuff done before they returned, but at the moment, you wanted to do nothing more than relax in the comfort of your silent home.

A knock came from the sauna door, quick and repetitive—an all too familiar sound. 

Axel stayed leaning against the wall, staring right at the door. Otto sat up straight, glancing towards Oscar who sat closest to the door. 

Oscar’s eyes narrowed, fists clenched by his thighs.

And in walked the Handler. The one face each of them didn’t want to see.

The one face that caused more problems than any of them ever wanted to have… The very reason Axel can’t even look at you without feeling immense guilt.

“Hello, boys,” she said, a sickly sweet smile appearing on her lips as she walked in, towel wrapped around her body and hair done up as perfectly as ever. She walked over and sat near Axel, a sigh leaving her. “Enjoying yourselves, aren’t you?”

Not one of them answered her, but they had all turned their attention to her. 

The Handler’s smile fell and her expression turned grim. It was obvious it pissed her off, even if she wouldn't say it.

“Surely, one of you will speak to me. Why the hell are you all taking forever? What is going on? It never takes you all this long for a mission," she said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. These were her best soldiers. Could she be any more forgiving?

"The Commission has been more than lenient, but this is getting ridiculous,” she continued, crossing her arms over her covered chest.

“Don’t tell her anything,” Otto blurted, chest raising as he took in a deep breath. 

Axel’s head shot in his direction. 

Steam clung to the air like a cruel friend, making the awkwardness of it all even worse than it already was. 

“What was that?” the Handler scoffed. “Really.”

No answer.

Silence joined the steam, choking the words out of Axel’s throat. Did he have to answer her? If they kept silent, would she just leave?

“How are your daughters?” Oscar nonchalantly asked, glancing over at the Handler. His face was unreadable.

Otto’s breath caught in his throat. What was he trying to do?

“Oscar,” Axel said, jaw clenched as he watched him. “Watch it.”

Oscar went to speak, but the Handler’s scoff stopped him.

“I’m sorry?” she asked, a laugh leaving her. “What are you talking about? I only have one daughter.”

Axel growled in his brother's direction. “He is just being stupid,” he said. “Pay no mind.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes at his eldest brother. What was the worst that could happen? Surely, the Handler knew. She couldn't just forget about her daughter, no matter how insistent she was. 

“I only have one daughter,” the Handler continued, voice hard as she stood back up. “You three will complete the missions. Or else. Do not fail.” 

She looked at each of them before she turned to leave, forcibly shutting the sauna door behind her. 

She knew. She knew her daughter was there, to begin with. Oscar could tell as soon as the words left him—the way her body tensed, the way she reacted. 

Axel waited until the Handler had left the room before he lunged towards his brother, grabbing at the back of his neck. 

“What the fuck was that?”

“It’s nothing she didn’t already know!”

“Why would you say something? You’re going to get her killed!”

Oscar shoved his brother off of him, scowling. Axel’s shoulder dug into the chipped wood, his jaw clenching at the mild pain. 

“She will not die! We will be with her. You act as if I did this impulsively.”

“You did, ” Axel growled, indignation flowing through his veins. His brother was far more brazen than he or Otto, but what the hell was this? Oscar had never done anything so foolish. You were in danger, now, and it was up to them to protect you (regardless of whether or not Oscar believed so, yet).

“I didn’t, ” Oscar spat, standing up from where he sat. “ The Handler knew. She knows . But now we know that she knows.”

“You are acting like a child, ” Axel said through clenched teeth. “ If you get her killed—”

“—I won’t get her killed.”

“If you do, I will never forgive you.”

Oscar paused, sucking in a deep breath. 

Axel glared at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not 'nothing' ,” Axel scoffed. “ You do all this and all of a sudden, you have nothing to say? Spit it out, asshole.”

Oscar clenched his jaw. Did he make a mistake? Was he reading his brother all wrong? Was he hurting you more than he was helping you?

He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Do you love her?”

Axel sputtered, eyes wide. Was he hearing him right?

“Do I what?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know her well,” Axel defended himself, sitting on the edge of the wooden bench. His body was tense as if he knew where this was going.

“That’s not what I’m asking. Do you love her?”

Otto groaned and buried his face in his hands, his elbows digging into the meat of his thighs. What was Oscar getting at? This was ridiculous.

Axel didn’t say anything more, running a hand through his damp hair. 

“I will not get her killed, ” Oscar repeated. “ The Handler knew she was here. We do the missions, we keep Y/n safe. It will be fine.”

“And if it’s not?” Otto interjected, completely and undeniably dismayed. 

“We will make it okay. I will make it okay if you two won’t, ” Oscar said. “ You both act as if you don’t care for her. I see it. I see how much you care for her.”

Otto huffed through his nose, standing up. Instantly, he towered over Oscar. He said nothing, but Oscar could see right through him. He knew the truth. He pushed past his brother, leaving the heat of the sauna and heading toward the locker rooms. 

Oscar looked back at his eldest brother. 

Axel mumbled something, but it wasn’t anything he could hear. 

“What?”

He repeated himself, and when Oscar just gave him a dumbfounded look, he sighed, getting to his feet. 

“I do. I care for her. But you have only made her life harder.”

Oscar jutted his chin out defiantly, eyes narrowed. “I guess we will see.”

Axel shoved past his brother, storming off to the locker room. He was pissed, but he wouldn't allow himself to take it out on his brother. It was a mistake. Surely, Oscar meant the best. 

When Oscar and Axel left the sauna, Otto was nowhere to be seen. Little did they know, he had hurried on home to you. 

You were sitting in your living room, two of your cats that usually stayed hidden, Poppy and Steve, reveling in the love you were showering them with. 

You were expecting the triplets to be home at any time now. And when you heard the door, you instantly turned your attention to it.

Otto stood there, alone.

A look of utter frustration had taken over his normally stoic face. 

You blinked, slowly standing up. Poppy and Steve took off running at the movement, Poppy finding solace in the warmth of the knitted blanket you had placed on the side of the couch. Steve disappeared into the kitchen.

“Otto?”

Otto took his time coming in, shutting the front door behind him. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were looking anywhere but you. 

You walked up to him, frowning softly. “What’s going on? Are you alright?”

He said nothing, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around your body. He held you tightly to his chest, and you returned the hug, confusion not far behind. 

“I will protect you,” he said, a lump forming in the back of his throat.

Death never truly scared him, but when it came to his brothers, he always worried. And now, he’s realized that you have added that small list of people who would completely destroy him if you died. 

You'd be the catalyst that drove him crazy... the poison that would end his life, if you were to leave, now.

You looked up at him, gently gripping onto his shirt. “Otto?”

“Please,” Otto tilted his head to face you. He was far taller, observing as you craned your neck just to look at him. “Please promise.”

“Promise what?”

Otto paused, frowning. What could he say without it being weird? Would it make you uncomfortable? In haste to get out some sort of answer, he chose the safest option.

“You will be safe.”

You cracked a faint smile. “I should be safe. I can promise that.”

That seemed to be enough for him as he pulled you back into his body, his chin gently pressed against the top of your head. 

But he knew the truth. The Handler knew you were here—maybe she forgot and Oscar’s pestering only reminded her.

For now, he knew he and his brothers would keep you safe. Oscar, included, the stupid bastard. 

As he looked down at you, watching as you hugged him back, his heart lurched in his throat. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realized the truth he tried to keep hidden from himself for so long. He cared for you… and he wasn’t about to let the Handler ruin that for him or his brothers. She would die by his own hand if it came down to it.

Eventually, Otto pulled away from you, a hand gently coming up and brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Where are the others? Did you leave them behind?" you asked, a smile forming on your lips.

Otto sheepishly nodded. He had a hard time lying to you, no matter how small of a lie it may be.

"I made dinner, but I'd like to wait for them to get back. We could go sit outside? On the porch? It's nice enough," you said, taking ahold of his hand. "We could watch for them."

"You want to watch for them?"

"Why not?" you smiled, tilting your head. "It's getting dark out. Maybe we can watch the sunset."

That's one thing Otto never did. He never sat down and took things easy. He bit the inside of his cheek, giving you a small nod. 

You tugged his hand, leading him outside with a grin. But before you could sit on your porch, Oscar bombarded you with a tight hug. You nearly jumped out of your skin, eyes wide as you looked up at the man. 

Oscar was immediately grinning. "I missed your face," he teased, only pulling back when Axel grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back. 

"What happened?" you asked, looking between the two of them. "Did you get left behind?"

Axel raised an eyebrow while Oscar only smiled.

Oscar missed how happy you could be. He could only hope you stayed this way.

He glanced back at his brother, who remained silent. Axel wasn't about to spoil your mood... but he knew he would have to, at some point. He walked past the three of you, disappearing into the house. You watched as he left, a bit disappointed, but you said nothing about it. 

Oscar placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going in. Need a shower."

You smiled and nodded, not stopping him. 

As he left, you and Otto remained on the porch, alone with the sky painted with yellows and oranges and pinks. 

Otto hesitated to place his hand on your shoulder, but he fought the need to. He kept his hand by his side, silence soon following. 

You let out a sigh, running your fingers against the scars on your neck before you glanced back at him. 

The Handler sat on the hotel room's red sofa, perfectly manicured hands wrapped around a champagne flute. A celebration, it was not. But she now knew what was keeping her prized assassins in the sixties far longer than she anticipated.

Her impetuous daughter.

She rolled her neck between her shoulders, a satisfying pop sounding throughout the room. 

Death would meet her daughter soon enough—perhaps even sooner if she had any say in the situation (which she did). Your blood would be on her hands, no matter what. She would make sure of it. 

The Handler downed the rest of her champagne, standing up and sitting the flute down on the mahogany coffee table. 

Danger was coming for her daughter, and fast—the very one pulling the lever was the one person who should have always protected her.

It's a shame she never once had a care in the world for anything but herself.

The Handler glanced over her shoulder, staring at the unmade bed. She had only been here for the night, but she knew she would be staying here a little longer, now. If anything, it would be to see what the hell you were doing. Or rather, what you had done to make her best employees a shell of their former past. 

next chapter

[shiversdownyerspine]

18. Kinesics

Psssssst. Here y’all go. :>

18+

Oscar sighs, tipping his head back as he presses his palm against the front of his pants, rubbing firmly. This is maddening, as maddening as it is invigorating.

Now that they can indulge in carnal pleasures with their lady of interest, he and his brothers find themselves a lot more energetic, their libidos more active. Still fully hard and twitching from earlier, Oscar frees his cock and wraps his hand around the base, stroking up to the head.

He and his brothers...because there's no fucking way he's the only one...have been imagining all the pretty places on you to stain after reaching completion. Places like your mouth, or your thighs...or your tits, filling his hands as you hold your blouse aloft in your mouth with bra pushed high...fuck, what a sight...but he won't act on these urges with you. No, they are all holding back.

Because while you have been embracing their amorous attention with an eagerness that thrills as much as it surprises...especially given your unfamiliarity with being a romantic partner, let alone a romantic partner to three...you still have an air of timidity about you. Take for example your alarm when you were underneath him on that sofa, skittish and scandalized at the thought of having an audience. Oscar groans at the thought, recalling your kiss swollen lips, red cheeks, and breathy sounds as he steadily pumps his cock. In his free hand he clutches a certain article of clothing that he knicked while the two of you were outside; his thumb sweeps over the cotton, enjoying the soft fabric as he eyes the rich dark plum color, imagining the matching panties under your calf-length skirt as precum trickles down to meet his curled fingers.

You're testing the waters, exploring, so him and his brothers all agreed that they'd practice restraint and let you act on your curiosities, wanting to ensure that you could build confidence in expressing your desires. They don't want to overwhelm you but there are so many things they want to do with you. To you. Oscar's hips buck, fucking up into the tight seal of his fist as he pants, replaying the way you'd pulled him down to your mouth by his collar with such urgency.

So what does this mean for them? Well, this means satisfying their lust in private until you take the reins. Just like he is, right at this very moment. The youngest Swede traps a long low groan in his throat behind grit teeth as he finally reaches his end and stains your underclothing, his cum standing out in bright contrast to the deep purple as he milks himself into the cloth until it's saturated to his satisfaction.

Needless to say, he'll be returning your bra to you after running it through the wash...right after one more round.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Face flushed, you hold a book in your lap as your other hand tries to scrub the red from a cheek while your lust replays the most recent indecent affair in your mind.

 Burning passions had settled into a gentle simmer earlier with Oscar, the two of you lounging together comfortably on the sofa. Curious, you had wriggled to feign escape, enjoying the feel of him still hard between your legs before Oscar had sunk his weight on you a little more thoroughly. Being firmly pinned had sent a shock of exhilaration through your system that left you breathless, shuddering as he tucked his face further into your exposed neck to softly bite. It was enough to pinch but if he exerted a tad more pressure it'd bruise. His teeth lingered for a moment before releasing your skin, pulling away. "You are feeling better?"

Yes, you most certainly are.

"Good as new." You trailed your hand up his shoulder to the back of his neck, lightly scratching as a quiet rumbly groan tickled your ears. Oscar leaned in to nip your bottom lip before pushing himself up and off of you. He's such a...what's the word?...!

The blanket he playfully dropped on your head distracts you. Huffing, you squirm out from under its warmth to sit up and wrap the cover around yourself. Biter. That's the word.

Feeling a little miffed at his sudden departure, you questioned it, failing to realize the obvious. "Where are you going?"

Oscar turned back to you with a wicked smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Under your adorably oblivious gaze, he dropped his hand to fondle his straining cock through his trousers, winking as your face burned red as a cherry.

"Want to watch?"

The pillow you chuck at him he deftly catches and tosses back to the furniture with a bark of laughter. He can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.

"Get out of here!" 

To your relief, he does. But not without exuding his usual self-satisfaction the entire way to their guestroom.

Well, you certainly put your foot in it. Without waiting for the heat to fade from your face, you reached for the book that you'd left on your coffee table the other day. Resting it on your lap, you flip it open to the dog-eared page and continue where you'd left off.

 Immersed in your literature, you're suddenly struck by revelation; one, you'd forgotten your pumpkin, and two, you were missing a piece of clothing. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you pull the blanket around you a little tighter and tilt your head in concern, eyeing the kitchen. It wasn't all that urgent, the pumpkin would be fine outside...but is your bra out there? When had it been removed?

Shifting in place to look around you on the sofa, there doesn't seem to be any hint of purple no matter how you search. You don't want to go outside again so soon, you just got warmed up! Well...at the very least you can look, because you specifically remember being on the patio when Oscar had his hands and mouth busy with you, so unless he flung it into the distance with reckless abandon, which you would definitely remember him doing if he had, you should be able to see if it's out there pretty easily.

With a sigh, you lift yourself from your cozy seat and pad to the kitchen to have a look through the window...

Nope, not a thing.

In that case, maybe he has it on him and forgot to give it back? You don't recall it being in his hands when you were outside...maybe when the two of you came back in you just didn't notice it. You'll ask him when he comes back. Confident that your underclothing hasn't been left to the mercy of harsh weather, you pluck a grape vine out of the fridge and pop a bit from its cluster into your mouth before hurrying back to settle in again on the sofa to wait for Oscar.

Or you would have, but the man in question has already returned and is lying on the furniture on his back, eyes closed in contentment. Resting the bowl of grapes on the coffee table with a soft clink, you twist off a grape to hold precariously over his peaceful face. "So...I have a question for you. Any idea where my bra went?"

Oscar opens his eyes and peers at your grim expression and 'weapon', lips twisting in amusement as he reaches slowly for your hand to grasp your wrist and adjust its positioning a little. "In washing. Got dirty, put it with mine".

Ah. Maybe he'd placed it on the patio table with the muddied pumpkin and it'd gotten grimy. At least he remembered to grab it up before you two went inside. Pleased with his answer, you thank him and drop the grape for him to catch in his mouth.

Chewing the juicy morsel, Oscar doesn't bother to hide his smirk.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Sitting beside Oscar on the sofa with your book abandoned on the table, the two of you ruminate in contemplative silence.

"...Rigatoni..and...Macaroni?"

Oscar frowns, mulling it over. "Too wordy, too much."

Hm. Fair point, four syllables might be too many.

"Choklad and...Kaffe."

Pausing with a grape halfway to your mouth, you look to him curiously.

"Kaffe is coffee, choklad is...chocolate. Thing 1 is Kaffe..."

You grin, eyes sparkling with joy as you finish his sentence, "And Thing 2 is Choklad! I love it."

Oscar preens, rewarding himself with another grape before he reaches a hand to your face. Your Swedish was clumsy but not terrible, he wouldn't be surprised if being around him and his brothers has helped out a little. He taps a finger lightly against your bottom lip as he speaks the kittens' new names a little slower for you, trailing the pads of his fingers down your jaw as you carefully repeat after him, working on your enunciation.

As lunch time ends and evening rolls around, you find coaxing more words from Oscar proves to be a bit of a challenge as he takes your interest as an opportunity to flirt. You’d successfully wrangled a couple small words from him and he's finally relented and given you a simple phrase to try, ‘håll mig’. Alas, you’d failed to notice the scheming glitter in his eyes.

His arms were around you the second the final word left your lips, dragging you to sit sideways on his lap as your breath catches. Feigning indignation and demanding he tell you the phrase’s meaning, you place your hands on Oscar’s chest and push with a pout, keeping yourself away in case he’s planning on distracting you with kisses.

You’re seeking knowledge, you won’t be deterred!

Eventually he tells you that ‘hall mig’ means ‘hold me’, and as a reward you relax and let him pull you closer. The next couple words are easy, but when you ask what ‘kiss’ is in Swedish, Oscar presents you with a new challenge.

"Give kiss. Then I tell."

Ohhh no, you're not letting him get away with this so easily. "How about you tell me what 'kiss' is first. Then...we’ll see."

Oscar grins; you’re trying so hard to hold your ground but it won’t be long until you give in, especially with the way your eyes keep flicking down to his mouth. He softly squeezes your side when you bite your lip. "Nej. Give me kiss."

Trapped in more ways than one, you worry your bottom lip and drop your gaze to ponder your next action. You’re not going to lie, surrender really doesn’t sound that bad...

“Pussa.”

Heart jolting in your chest, you look up to see Otto standing behind the sofa. He elaborates as Oscar’s arms slacken in surprise, “Small kiss, Pussa.”

Dipping towards you, the larger man cups your jaw to draw you up on your knees to give an example. His mouth pecks your cheek light and quick as your face flushes. “Big kiss? Kyssa.”

His next kiss lands on your lips and is warm and toe-curling and slow, and you’re sure your ears are red by the end of it. You clear your throat as Otto draws back with a smile. “I-I see. Thank you Otto.”

These men are going to be the death of you. Oscar huffs as his thunder is stolen, and you immediately take advantage to tease. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you dip to give a tiny peck to his forehead and push off of him, playfully ruffling his hair before heading to the kitchen. He can’t complain, he got his kiss. “I should get dinner started.”

You feel his eyes burning into your back as you retreat, obviously frustrated with your cheating.

Oscar grumbles. He has half a mind to follow you in there...but instead settles back against the sofa with a huff. Revenge will be had, just a little later. He’ll think of something.

Otto clicks on the television and watches his baby brother out of the corner of his eye, lips twitching with amusement. What is the phrase...you snooze, you lose.

Mulling over a couple dinner options in your mind, you decide on a pasta dish, a way to pay your respects to the names your kittens could have had. As you lift a big pot up to the stovetop, the sound of the guestroom door has you hesitating, peering back at the entryway.

That must be Axel, who, if the recovering man chooses wisely, will be joining his younger brothers to relax in the living room. When you told him to take it easy, you meant it. Come hell or high water, you will kick him out of the kitchen if you have to. Aaaand sure enough, the stubborn man appears in the entryway.

“Excuse me sir, you’re not allowed in here tonight. Hostess only. Go wait in the living room please.” You cross your arms, chin lifting fearlessly. You’ve got another card up your sleeve if he doesn’t back down. “Don’t make me call security.”

Cocking his head to the side, Axel stares. Curiosity warring with amusement, he takes one slow step closer. Then another. He wants to see what you'll do.

And suddenly, he changes. 

Your heart skips a beat, because even though you’d been expecting him to push back, you hadn’t anticipated...this. Standing tall, chin lowered, his stare piercing, focused intently on you...you forgot how intimidating he can be. Predatory. It reminds you a little of when he and his brothers first arrived all those months ago. 

Swallowing your nervousness and wetting your lips, refusing to let the chills skittering down your spine and the warmth pooling between your thighs stop you, you call for help as he takes another step closer. “Otto? Oscar? Could you come here for a moment?”

Axel blinks, brows furrowing slightly, baffled. Silence, and then his brothers make their way into the kitchen, looking curiously between you and him.

“Axel is having trouble, it looks like he’s confused the kitchen with the living room...could you help him find it please?”

Oscar smirks, already hooking an arm around his brother’s arm as Otto grips the other, the two together dragging the man away. You watch, biting your lip to hide your grin as Axel sends an incredulous look to each of his brothers before returning his stare to you, and you revel in sweet sweet victory as you’re left alone in your kitchen once more.

You know you’re probably going to pay for this later, but at the moment you choose not to care. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you head for the fridge to get some ingredients for your recipe.

In the living room, the cogs in Oscar’s head are turning. Revenge is coming, and you set it up for him oh so nicely.

[snippychicke]

Swedish Shorts-- Eight(?)

It's only been roughly two years since the last. I can't find where I posted this short before? But I have a hard time believing I didn't? So, if apologies if this is vaguely familiar to you. (It is to me, but I wrote the damn thing.)

Also, someone might have requested this? I have a paragraph that sounds like a request, but I DIDN'T WRITE A SCREEN NAME DOWN. I'm so sorry!

THE IKEA MAFIA RETURNS FROM THE DEAD

Rating: Teen?

Warnings: None!

First | Previous

--Axel--

You hoped Axel would enjoy your efforts. You could tell he had been stressed lately, which was to be expected after Dallas. So, you were going to try your best to help him unwind. 

Oscar and Otto out for the night? Check. 

One of the few Swedish dishes you knew how to make? Check.

Calming candles and mood lighting? Check? 

One of Axel's shirts that fell mid thigh and nothing else on? Check. 

Waiting for him to come home was anxiety-inducing as you kept checking to make sure everything was good, even though you had checked it five minutes before. All the 'what ifs' scenarios clouded your mind until you heard the door open. 

You spun to meet Axel, who had already noticed your state of dress. His pale gray eyes took their time traveling up your body before meeting your gaze. He held that gaze with that hot and heavy feel as he shed his coat and weapons. 

"T-there's supper. On the stove," you stammered as he stalked towards you. You knew that look. Your body knew that look and was reacting, that blissful suspense building within. 

"I want you," he all purred, hands bracing your shoulders as his blue eyes took their time studying your body. 

"It'll burn," you tried half heartedly. His answer was a half-smile briefly before his lips met your neck just below your jaw.

"You knew what would happen as soon as you donned my shirt, skön. I can never resist you." 

--Oscar--

The room was a bloody mess. Oscar emptied the spent rounds from his shotgun, a frown on his face as he searched the catastrophe (that he caused) for his hat. In the craziness, his milkman hat had disappeared into the fray, and he just hoped it hadn't become a casualty as well. 

One thing was for sure, he was going to have to find a way to get all the blood off. He loved the thing, but keeping it pristine white was such a challenge. 

There was a black rim sticking out from underneath a corpse. Oscar kicked the body over, hoping his hat was underneath, but it was just a plain baseball cap.

"What do you think?" You called out across the room, causing him to look up and grin. There it was, perched on your head with just a faint splatter of blood against the white. 

"Beautiful," he whistled. Despite you covered in gore yourself, which he figured was targets and not yours, you were so cute. Especially with that cute hat on your head. 

He bet you'd look better in it and nothing else. He licked his lips and grinned wolfishly as he made his way around the dead and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your lips despite the blood on them. 

--Otto--

The night was cold, your breath a cloud of white fog among the cold mist. You shivered as you rubbed your hands together. 

Damn temporal variations. Weathermen always got things wrong, even with time travel helping them.

Suddenly something warm and heavy fell over your shoulders. You looked up from the road, where you were waiting for your target to approach, and realized Otto had given you his coat. The heavy canvas was like bliss compared to the bitter cold fog, quickly warming you to your bones. 

"Won't you get cold?" You asked, though you were hesitant to take the long coat off. Besides the warmth, that musky scent of Otto was surrounding you. 

He was silent, but cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shuffled behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and resting his head on yours, as if to protect you even more from the elements. His warmth though, was even more heavenly.

"You look cute," he muttered after a moment. "So small." 

You laughed despite yourself. Here you two were, waiting for a target, and he was trying to flirt. "It must be the coat, because you look rather handsome in it." 

[temerestercore]

The Dare Part Two

I know I'm about 2 years too late, but I was going back through the Swedes tag and found this fic which I hadn't read before for some reason. Also it's my first time writing in first person, so just ignore it if it's shit!

Thanks to @sinning-in-the-rain for the idea and the anon who wrote the original.

It had been a few days since Anna gave me that stupid dare. I had kind of stopped worrying that Axel and his brothers were going to get back at me. But part of me was still nervous for some reason that I couldn't quite understand. So Anna and I had decided to calm my nerves by going to a new cat cafe that had just opened down the street from my neighborhood on our day off. Surely cute cats would take my mind off of the handsome, but scary, man whose ass I had, for reasons unknown, complimented.

"Hey, silly! They'll be closed by the time we get there if you keep staring off into space like that!" Anna called to me cheerfully. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming!" I giggled as I walked out the door of my apartment towards Anna. The day was already proving itself to be a fun one, free of hot Swede distractions.

~~~

As soon as we got there, we ordered our drinks. Anna got a cappuccino but I hated coffee so I just got a green tea with honey. While we were waiting for our drinks to be delivered, we scanned the cafe, looking for cats to play with.

But, as I looked in the corner of the room, my heart sunk. Three familiar faces were over there and one of them was staring back at me.

"Anna, do you think they're following me? Oh fuck, what if I really did make a mistake?" Anna giggled at me and replied,

"They're probably not following you. And it looks like they're just here to play with cats." Another glance at the supposedly menacing assassins proved that they were indeed playing with cats. Oscar seemed to be beaming at the cat in his lap. Otto was gently trying to pull another cat off of his head. And Axel was just quietly sitting there, though now he was staring at the cat he was gently petting.

Still though, I felt the need to have a small panic session. But I didn't want to have it in front of Anna in fear that she would think I was crazy, so I got up to go to the bathroom where I figured I could gather my thoughts for a minute.

When I was almost there, I felt someone behind me, walking towards me. Before I could react, I heard Axel say something to me.

"You're not too bad yourself."

[oceans-goddess]

The Swedish Baker

“It won’t stay together! I followed the directions like you said, but it’s falling apart!” I whined, aggravated with the pie crust in front of me. My hands were so covered with flour and globs of sugary dough that I couldn’t wipe my hair away from my face. But I didn’t have to; I felt a hand tuck the loose strand behind my ear as another hand landed on my lower back.

I looked up to see a pair of eyes the color of a frozen lake peering down at the mess I’d made. Axel had been trying to teach me how to bake a pie for months now, and I’d pushed it off until tonight because I knew it would end with me sticky and aggravated.

“Can you fix it?” I asked. He pecked me on the cheek and walked away silently. I opened my mouth to whine at him again, but stopped to watch him pour water into an empty cup. He walked over and poured a few drops into my mixture.

“Fold it with one hand,” he said simply. Unlike mine, his clothes (a simple white undershirt and plain green pajama pants) were still clean. I rolled my eyes and did as instructed, but the process was slow.

“It’s not working!” I cried, wanting to sit down and be done with my short-lived baking career. My last attempt at anything in the kitchen had ended with broken shards of glass that used to be our blender all over the floor and and a concerned, but amused trio of Swedish men.

“It’s working,” he refuted quietly, “give it a little more time. Keep going.”

He was right. Eventually the dough reached the right consistency, and the pie crust was spread into the baking dish.

                                                *          *          *

“I told you it would work. You must have patience, älskling,” Axel told me once the job was done and the house was filled with the sweet smell of apple pie that sat in the oven. I had changed my clothes and curled up on his lap.

“I’m sorry I was whining before,” I said, looking up at him. He chuckled at this. At my curious look, he said, “I know you did not particularly enjoy making it. But thank you. You know I love to bake, so I am happy I got to share it with you, even if only once.”

I smiled up at him. He usually displayed his love through quick pecks on the cheek or by waking me up to breakfast, so communicating his feelings through words was a gift that I rarely received. With a rush of affection, I reached up to kiss him.

Our lips met, and I grew a bit dizzy, my love for the blond clouding my head. For a few moments, I let myself loosen my grip on the world around us. The only thing that could possibly matter was his strong embrace, and the stubble on his chin, and the way his rough palm cupped my cheek, and-

Suddenly the alarm on the oven sounded, and just after that Otto pushed open the door to the apartment with a grunt. Axel stiffened, and I practically leapt into the air in surprise. Oscar hurried in behind Otto as I pushed myself off of Axel’s lap, my cheeks blazing. He let me go reluctantly, glaring up at his brothers with annoyance.

After a pause, and a short giggle from Oscar, Otto asked, “what’s baking? Smells good.”

[dragon-kazansky]

Watching over you | The Swedes

They had been assigned to 'bodyguard you'

You weren't the least bit happy about any of this.

They wouldn't leave just because you told them to.

At first, when they had arrived at you door, you closed the door on them and left them on your doorstep.

They stayed outside your house.

They had slept in the van they had come in, as you hadn't let them inside the house.

They weren't going to burst in and do as they please, but they weren't going to go away either.

When you realised they were outside, sleeping in their van, you gave in.

You left the door open for them.

They made themselves at home.

You just let them do what they had come to do.

None of them would speak to you. You wouldn't get any answers to your questions, and it felt like you were just talking at them.

Still, it wasn't as bad as you first thought.

They cleaned up after themselves. Did some household chores. Even cooked for you.

But, no matter where you were, or what you were doing, there always was a brother around you.

If you went out, you had to be escorted.

If you went into the garden, one of them would sit outside with you.

If you were reading, watching TV, washing up. You were always in company.

Their presence grows on you.

They listen when you speak.

They help out of you ask.

It feels more like having quiet roommates, rather than bodyguards.

It takes you a bit of time, but you start to treat them as friends.

It feels like an achievement when you get at least one of them to smile.

Oscar was the easiest to make smile.

Axel took some work.

They warmed up to you a lot.

So, when the order came in to return, as their job was done, there was slight hesitation.

You were safe now, so they didn't have a reason to be here any more.

You knew it would end at some point.

You smile solemnly as they pack their things.

The silence in the room felt heavier than ever.

"Thank you."

That's all you can find yourself saying.

They don't want to go.

But if they don't, the commission will come fetch them.

When you close the door behind them, the house feels empty.

You're not quite sure what to do with yourself now.

Days, weeks, months go by.

Never have you felt more lonely.

You think about getting a roommate, but just the thought of that makes them come to mind.

One day, there's a knock on your door.

You really weren't expecting what you got when you opened the door.

There they stood.

They were smiling at you.

You were smiling back.

This time, you didn't close the door on them.

The boys come in and make themselves at home.

This time they were here to stay.

[the-swedes-knees]

Leave What’s Heavy Behind | Oscar x Reader

Summary: Oscar comforts you during a panic attack

"Is my kitten taking a nap?" Oscar's teasing voice calls from the doorway. You feel yourself bounce on the bed as he lands on it behind you.

"Sötnos?" His tone changes, softer, more concerned, as his hand grasps your shaking shoulder. Your body coils tighter onto itself. You want to reach out to him, hold him, but your racing heart blurs your thoughts... rendering you pitifully helpless.

"Is it pain?" Oscar's strong thumb digs into the knot in your shoulder in circular motions, relieving some of the built up tension.

When you provide no answer, he reaches his arm over, prying your locked arms away from your chest and placing his palm against your ribcage.

"Is it in here?" This time you manage the smallest of nods and press your face further into the pillow. You know he cares, but you don't want to be seen like this.

He was your rock, your source of joy, but even with him here it was too much. Everything was too much. You couldn't, you can't, it's all too much -

His weight shifts, sinking further into the bed to wrap his arms around you. He pulls your to his chest, his strong form still and unwavering as you continue to shake against him.

"Deep breathing, okej?" He whispers slowly, comforting breath fanning your cheek.  

Ett, två, tre, fyra, fem...

You can't. Your chest heaves with painful, choppy breaths raked with sobs inbetween.

"Does my smart sötnos not know what deep means?" Oscar holds your tighter still, a teasing lilt in his voice once again.

A choking laugh mixes with your tears. You're not sure if it's better or worse, but at least it's different.  

"No..." Your voice is broken as it claws through your strained throat. "I - I have sex... with you."

His laughter is a tidal wave that shakes you both. He hides his own relief well, grateful he could pull you out... even just a little bit. His fingers coil tight to interlock with your own, desperately fighting the urge to dig into and tickle your sensitive flesh.

He would get his revenge later, when you were better.

Oscar knew you would be better, and would do anything for you to help. He wasn't very good with words. But he could hold you, keep you safe and hidden from the rest of the world and whisper how much he loves you.

He loves you, and you love him. The world is all the more beautiful for it, and he’ll wait until the end of time for you to see that beauty again.

[talia-the-gemini]

Main masterlist ♡

Calm before the storm masterlist

Paring: The swedes x reader poly!

The beginning:

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

[jossambird]

bestie homie my love my wife, i am so sorry but i dont even remember what your or barrys swede fics were about or which fuckign swede please remind me of urs

Don’t worry at all, my darling Ave! I also have bs memory, and granted, it’s been 4 years.

Mine was mainly Otto x F!Reader with a spicy dash of Axel x F!Reader added to it later on!

P.S: I should note though that it’s an old fic, so there are errors aplenty and a few plot points/moments that I never got to tie in or reveal fully.

BAM:

[pickle-de-packle]

Tua Swedes Oral

Warning(s): Oral (giving & receiving) Word count: 433 Request: Open

Oscar

Oscar receiving

The first time you went down on him he panicked

You were the first person to go down on him

He told you that you didn't have to do it

He's kinda embarrassed at how quickly he cums

He surprised when you finally get all of him in your mouth

He mostly let's you go at your pace

He thread his fingers into your hair tho

He likes cumming down your throat

He's around 8-9 inches

kinda thick

He taste sweet

Oscar giving (female reproductive organs)

The first time he goes down on you he decent

He's a very quick learner

By the third time he goes down on you he's memorised what you like

On the seventh time he made you squirt

He didn't know you could react that way

The way you grab his hair and moan is amazing

He now tries to make you squirt every time

Axel

Axel receiving

He won't force you to go down on him

He enjoys being in control of your movements

He will let you take control of the pace if you need/want to

The first couple of times he lets you be in control

This man LOVES face-fucking you

Like crying and gagging

But always makes sure your alright

He loves when you swallow

He's around 10 inches long

A bit thicker than Oscar

He taste kinda savoury

Axel giving (female reproductive organs)

This man will hold/tie you down and eat you out for a while

Loves edging you

He likes to hold your hands down

He won't stop until you're pushing him away

He loves how you tease

He knows what he's doing 👀

He loves how wet you get

Otto

Otto receiving

The first time you go down on him he's in complete shock

He honestly doesn't fully register everything until it's over

Really shy about it after

You have a really hard time getting all of him in your mouth

He's 12 inches

Fucking thiccc

Like fuck you up thiccc

He likes when you go down on him but prefers eating you out

Cums a lot

Like a lot

He taste slightly salty but not overwhelming

Otto giving (female reproductive organs)

He eats you out like a starving man

If you let him he would spend all day in between your thighs

He loves how you taste

And the nosies you make

His tongue is long and thick

You have to show/tell him what to do the first time

He looked like a lost puppy back then

But now ooooof!

This man has talent

Tags list: @swedeypies

[allzelemonz]

The Swedes X AFAB Reader

Day 6: Taking Turns- The Swedes

Reader is AFAB, no pronouns or any gender identity referencing

There was nothing like a night in with the boys. Axel’s cooking, Oscar’s movie choice, and Otto’s fresh cleaning made things perfect every time. Dinner was heavy, the kind that makes you want to stay on the couch and nap. Who were you to argue with the concept?

Otto played with your hair as you rested your head in his lap. Your legs draped over Axel and Oscar. All of you were more focused on the movie than anything else. Axel’s hand had been absentmindedly playing with your shirt, but once it had touched the skin of your stomach his attention moved.

Your head was turned towards the TV, not paying any mind to the action. Axel had a smirk creeping onto his face as he slipped his hand inside your shirt and began giving small strokes to your soft skin. Your focus still stayed on the movie, as if you had yet to notice his actions.

Axel bit the inside of his cheek in thought. He needed something subtle, but something that would grab your attention. He brought his hand further up your shirt, having to reach only slightly. His thumb brushed over your nipple ever so slightly.

Your attention turned to Axel, eyes meeting him in a questioning glance. The smirk returned to his face as he pinched your nipple lightly. You glanced up at Otto, then to Oscar, neither had caught on to their brother’s new intentions for the night. Axel noticed as well and took it as a challenge to see how far he could go without his brothers joining in.

His hand left from under your shirt and he focused on loosening your pants. His hand slipped in, not wasting any time. His fingers found their way to your entrance. He pushed one inside and moved it slowly. You turned your attention back to the movie, trying not to think about what Axel was doing and just enjoying the sensation.

He added another finger and started a pumping motion. You weren’t very loud during sex but you tried to play it up because the boys liked hearing you, so staying quiet during this wasn’t too hard.

When Axel added a third finger he started pumping faster. The motion wasn’t even visible under your pants. Axel situated his thumb to rub at your clit, circling lightly as he finger fucked you. When you turned your head to look at him his face was blank and his attention seemed to be on the TV.

His pace increased as he tried to bring you to the brink, but something else caught your attention. A large hand rested on your chest, slowly beginning to rub your nipple through your shirt. You looked up at Otto, his focus was also on the TV.

Axel’s pace had built up the heated feeling without your notice, but your attention was brought back as he hit the right spot inside you. His circles on your clit finally brought you to the edge and you came on his fingers. He kept up his motions as you came. Your mouth made soundless movement and your blurred vision made you blink. Your body shook at your release and slowly died down after Axel removed his hand.

Otto wasted no time. He pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He glanced over at Oscar who had hardly noticed your legs now being absent from his lap. You could feel Otto’s erection through his pants when he sat you down. You tried to keep your focus on the TV so Oscar wouldn’t notice anything odd.

Otto’s hands rested on your hips. He gripped tightly as he moved you against him. His hard cock brushing against your core, only a few layers of clothing between them. You followed his lead, trying to find just the right friction. Otto’s head fell back, resting against the wall as he started to lightly thrust against you.

You caught movement out of the corner of your eye and tapped on Otto's thigh to signal for him to stop. His arms moved to drape around you as if you were simply sitting on his lap. You looked over to Oscar who had stood up and was now stretching his arms in the air. Axel paid no mind to anything but the movie. Oscar gave you a smile as he made his way to the bathroom.

Once he was around the corner Otto turned you around in his lap and situated you to rest on his thigh. You took the hint and started to ride. The friction against your core began to build in your abdomen again. Otto watched you, and hand rubbing at the bulge in his pants. You kept your grinding at a steady pace, trying to get off before Oscar came back so as not to spoil the game.

It hit you after you’d found a rhythm that hit against your clit just right. Otto helped you through, moving his leg against you slightly. He pulled you back against him and you leaned back into his chest, facing the TV again.

Axel whispered something in Swedish to his brother and Otto gave him a glare in return. Oscar came back around the corner and sat back in his spot on the couch. Axel nudged Otto and the giant gave him another glare.

Otto’s hand dipped into your pants and his fingers found you clit as Axel’s had before. He rubbed circles quickly, determined to get you off again. You could only guess that Axel had made the game into more of a challenge between them. Otto’s movements were fast and made quick work of you and you came again, your underwear more soaked than ever now.

He smirked at Axel as if he’d beaten him and Axel crossed his arms and leaned back into the couch. His foot nudged at Oscar’s leg, unseen by Otto. Oscar looked over at his brothers and his eyes caught sight of Otto’s hand, still inside your pants. He’d been caught, he lost.

Otto retracted his hand too late and Oscar looked at him with his eyebrows knitted, like an angry toddler. Axel continued to watch the movie as if he’d done nothing to bring this on. You gave Oscar a smile and made your way over to him, sitting on his lap and facing him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place, still giving his brother a glare. You kissed Oscar's neck and began to rock your hips against him. You hated when the boys were mad at each other, it was time to make things even. Oscar brought his attention to you and met your lips for a kiss.

The thought entered your head in a flash, Oscar had to go last so it only made sense that he get the best prize. Your hands moved to pull his pants down ever so slightly. He followed your lead and situated himself while you got your own pants out of the way. He lined himself up and you lowered down onto him.

Oscar’s head dipped back as you started bouncing. After Otto and Axel’s handiwork Oscar slipped in and out of you with ease. He started to meet you, thrusting up to meet you. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck as you rode him. The movie playing in the background that you’d both been excited to watch, now just white noise. Oscar gripped at your hips to help bring his thrusts in time. One hard snap of his hips after another and he came inside you. The twitch of is cock filling you up as you started to clench around him. His movements slowed as you both came down.

His arms wrapped around you again, not wanting to pull out. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as his arms tightened around you. You felt the couch sift as Otto got up. A minute later the sound of the bathtub’s tap running filled the house. Axel had gotten up as well, his footsteps went towards your closet then went back towards the bathroom. Even after their little competition they still wasted no time in taking care of you.