#swedetober

[snippychicke]

Swedetober Day Fourteen

Day Fourteen: Cursed/ Hexed

Rating: Everone

Warnings: None

Warnings: Reader/the Swedes (again, could be platonic or romantic) 

Day One| Previous Day 

People said you were cursed. Why? Because soulmates were a thing and your skin was unblemished still as you reached adulthood. Most people developed a mark by their 10th birthday if you weren't born with one. The marks were usually nothing large, usually a small yet intricate symbol that would match your soulmates. Not necessarily romantic, many were just platonic, but everyone had one. Someone that meshed with them perfectly. 

Except you, it seemed.  To not have even the slightest mark marked you as cursed. To be alone in the world. 

Finding job was hard, and you ended up an orderlie at the asylum, where the patients you were around didn't notice your lack of mark. 

Which was ironic, that most of them were here with their soulmates, often nuttier than a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, but often content and calm. As long as their other half was with them. 

It also helped being on nightshift, when you were by yourself, strolling the halls keeping an eye out for any signs of unrest. Most nights were uneventful, but tonight you were uneasy yourself. 

Earlier that day, a triquetra had appeared on your wrist. Each point of the loop was a different shade-blue, green, silver, with gold in the middle. You had sat  stunned, at the mark. You were over 20 years old. How could your soul mate just have been born? 

You kept it hidden, going as far to wear a watch over it to obscure it. If you weren’t teased for your curse before, you certainly would be now. 

The emergency red lights flaring to life broke your walk, putting you on alert. You heard the patients act up, some screaming as the siren starting to wail, others banging on the doors. You grabbed your baton and ran toward the control point, hoping to run into someone who knew was going on. 

Except as you turned the main hall, three men with guns were standing in the way. You should have screamed. They should have shot you. 

Except all four of you took a sharp breath, a hand drawn to the mark on your respective wrists.

They were your soulmates, you realized with astonishment. 

You took in their appearance, the blood splatter on the milkman uniform. 

You were so

 very 

cursed.

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

Swedetober day 18: REAPER au

Listen listen Otto and Oscar didn't die they just got promoted. To grim reapers.

Oscar was thrilled at first, with his big bad syth. But quickly came to miss his brothers. Oscar often is up to some light hearted mischief: not only to distract those he helps cross over from the big bad spookies, but also to distract himself from the absence of his brothers. He waits with nervous excitement knowing the next person he has to help cross over might be his brothers. It feels like he's been waiting forever.

When Otto died, Oscar was not the one to greet him. A fact he was only sad about AFTER he tackle hugged him. With the timeline among the living getting more whack and off schedule, Otto and Oscar have become a duo while on duty. For extra protection. Otto barely talked at all about what happened before he died, which only caused Oscar to attempt to rely even more on his silly mistevious behaviour to push back the bad feelings and thoughts. But....

Eventually.....

Eventually Axel joins them. In truth, it doesn't matter how long it's been, the brothers are just all glad to finally be together again. Oscar shed a few tears, and Axel was motionless - worried Otto wouldent forgive him for what he did. But soon, Otto embraced Axel in the tightest hug ever. Oscar was close behind, getting his tears on both of them.

The denial was over. They were finally together again.

[quinythepooh69]

Nightmares

Axel:

The darkness was ever so slowly invading my vision, I called out for help but no one answered. “Well well well y/n y/l/n, long time no see.” a familiar voice echoes through the darkness, “No! No you can’t be back, I left you in my childhood.” “You always were a silly child, you can’t get rid of a demon.” I try to take off running but something grabs my foot, lifts me, and sets me down in a chair, before I can even attempt to run, restrains come out of nowhere and wrap around my wrists and ankles. I hear the whirr of a projector coming to life, and I feel the fear start to build in my chest, through the darkness the light of the projector. Axel appears through the projector, he turns to me “I’m leaving you.” “W-why?” my voice breaks “Because no one could love someone as broken as you, I never loved you in the first place. The only reason I stayed with you this long was pity…” Axel snarls at me and turns away from me, “Goodbye y/n.” All of a sudden I get jolted awake, “Are you okay?” I shake my head no and Axel brings me into his chest “You were thrashing around in your sleep, repeating the word no and nothing else. He’s returned, hasn’t he?” “Y-yea he has. It was horrible.” I say softly and Axel holds me tighter.

Otto:

I hear the clock chime three am, sighing I look out the window, “I can’t lose you. No no no no I’ve lost enough already. I can’t lose the light of my life too.” Otto whimpers in his sleep. I run over to the bed and try to shake him awake, Otto’s hands fly up to my shoulders and I think he is awake until I look down. “Otto, älskling. Wake up, I’m still here, it’s all a nightmare.” Otto’s eyes open and he moves his hands to my waist and wraps his arms around me, he puts his head in my lap and snuggles into me. I let out a silent aww and stroke his hair “Do you want to talk about it?” “We w-were on a mission and the person sh-shot back. They aimed at me but you jumped in front of me and y-you died.” He sniffles, “It’s okay, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Even though it was just a dream, it would take more than a gunshot to kill me.” I reassure him. He hugs me tighter “I’ve lost so much, I can’t lose you too. It looked so real, I swore you had died, I was ready to do anything to get revenge.” “There is no need for revenge, love, as I am still here. No one will ever take me away from you.” I lean down and kiss his cheek

Oscar:

A whimper breaks the silence of Oscar and I’s room, I turn to Oscar and see his eyebrows pressed together, “Not both of them… you monster, how could you do this.” Oscar mumbles out in an angry voice, his hand wraps around my thigh and he squeezes it tightly. “Oscar.” I softly say, he doesn’t wake up and I wrap my arms around him so he can’t hurt himself or me. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” “You tell me. You were the one talking and whimpering in your sleep, you grasped my thigh, talking about someone being a monster. What happened in your dream?” I ask, still hugging him. “Axel and Otto were evil and they killed you and the baby, but they wouldn’t let me join you two.” “Axel and Otto are asleep on the other side of the house, they aren’t evil versions of your brothers. The baby and I are safe, we aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.” “I know, I know but ever since you had the first baby and since we learned about the second pregnancy I’ve been overly paranoid that something will happen.” “You are just having fatherly instincts, it’s normal. Just remember that I will always be here with you and I love you, Oscar.” he turns to me smiling, “I love you too, Y/n” he puts his hand on my belly and I blush

[sapphichollow]

MIDNIGHT

I realise this submission was super late....I’m sorry. Basically.. ( and this is something I can relate to), Oscar get so overexcited on a mission that he starts to have a panic attack.

Midnight. Darkness struck low in the depths of Cambridge, surging into the cracks of their house like dark water. Secret envious things with jealous eyes lingered there, hidden. Bright, hard eyes flickered upon every corner. Every crack, every small gap in the furniture- the cats liked to have free range of the house. The Swedes hadn’t bothered to keep the light on. Typical. Irritated, One of the envious creatures scuttled down from the counter and curled up on the sofa where Oscar usually sat.

The Swedes were out in the dead of night. They pressed their backs against the wall, waiting.... Darkness hugged them like cloaks, trailing warm fingers across their shoulders- it was to be a job well done. They knew so before they even let loose. Surely, Nobody could match their strength.

As footsteps sounded dully across the pavement, Oscar’s eyes glinted with recognition. He resisted the urge to storm in and finish the job then and there, instead letting the anticipation take root inside him, its knots burrowing into his stomach. His fingers tightened on the gun to hide the shaking of his hands. Neither of his brothers had this problem. They couldn’t- wouldn’t- dream of showing any sign of weakness. Of excitement. So he steadied himself and glanced at Axel for confirmation. His brother’s eyes sunk into his skull. Cold as steel. Axel’s gaze flickered to him as he nodded.

Finally! The fires of determination danced in his own eyes. Closer. Closer. The footsteps were louder now. Tap. Tap. Tap. Getting closer. As they drew near, Oscar had to suck in a deep breath to calm himself. His heart thundered against his chest. But it was no use.

Footsteps rounded the corner, his heart hammered like dynamite in his chest. There she was! Go!

OOO

Why had he stopped? He had the weapon. He had the ammunition. Axel and Otto were stood behind him, waiting for him to make the first move. Oscar stared hard at the trembling gun in his hand, chest suddenly strung tight with anxiety. The more he realised it, the worse it grew. Tears threatened to bubble down his cheeks. Axel took notice at once, cat eyes flashed as he surged towards their victim, their purpose, snapping his head round to stare at at Otto. The slight tilt of his head said what a thousand words could not, and Otto’s attention snapped to his youngest brother. Axel had it handled.

In front, Oscar pressed himself flat against the wall, shoulders pinned up by his ears. Surely he wasn’t weak... though the twitch of his ragged breaths said otherwise, the sticky trail of nausea ran around his neck, tied with a red thread of anxiety. He couldn’t breathe. Someone had surely drawn that string tight around his neck. It was a noose. He choked in silence until heavy hands clapped down on his shoulders and drew him out of murky waters for just a second.

“Brother, breathe,” His eyes dashed to the worried brow of his oldest brother. But his heart still raced to understand. He had to know. What was wrong with him? Gunshots fired in the distance. A sickening thump. When Axel returned, wiping the blood from his cheek with an old blue rag, He found Oscar in a state, desperately sucking in deep breaths.

“Breathe,” Otto repeated, his fingers rubbing circles across Oscar’s shoulders. The young lad’s cheeks coloured as he shook his head, vigorously .

“C-an’t,” He managed. Every word trembled of its own accord and in that instant, his mind plucked up ‘ Weak’, and ‘pathetic’ and ‘You’ll never be as good as your brothers’. His fist clenched wildly, breaths more frantic by the minute.

It was only when Axel took control that he actually started to calm down. He didn’t know whether it was the murmur of comforting words, the way Axel pushed him gently onto the floor and bade him sink his palms into the cold, hard pavement, . Oscar recoiled a little, but he did as he was told, digging his heels and hands into the ground.

“Now,” Axel murmured, crouched in front of him. Oscar noticed the steel glint of his eyes, lit up from a bright gas lamp on the street,”Is okay..,”

When Oscar didn’t relax, Axel lowered himself onto the cold, hard pavement. He slipped his arm around Oscar’s shoulders and pulled him in for a hug, just like when they were children.

Tears sparkled on young Oscar’s cheeks, leaving a glistening slug trail down his neck as he cupped the kitten In his hands. It was a small thing, barely a month old. Oscar had found her in an alleyway. Lost, alone. Where was her mother? With one finger, he stroked the soft baby fur along her back. The kitten leaned into his touch, soft eyes blinking innnocently. A stab of guilt slashed at his heart;She had no idea of her fate. A young Axel slipped round the corner, an irritated sigh already on his lips, but then he stopped.

“You know it will go to good home,”He said, standing in the doorway. His doorway shadow flickered on the wooden floor of the bedroom. But Oscar shook his head and turned to him, tinged pink.

“You don’t know that.” He said, stubbornly, casting his gaze back down to HIS kitten. If Axel would not help, then he would not pay him any mind. Axel sighed heavily and slipped down beside him. Oscar let out an exasperated groan as his brother caught his shoulders and pulled him closer. It was a half hug. Secretly, he didn’t mind it- Axel’s arm was a barrier from the rest of the world, clasped gently around his shoulders, which would occasionally pause to smooth the creases from his jumper, or pluck bits of lint from within scrunched up creases. Since the death of their Mother, Axel had taken up a sort of...Paternal role. Though to call it that would be insanity itself. Fact is, Axel cared more than he let on. When It was needed, he was shoulder to cry on, a voice to listen to. Otto was a shoulder to cry on too, sure, but he generally didn’t trust himself to advise. Didn’t want to get wrapped up in the consequences from dodgy advice.

“We can’t keep her. You know this.”

“But...” Immediately Oscar let out a sound like a dying animal, holding the little creature to his chest. She slipped into the folds of his fleece, curling up against his chest for warmth,”I want to keep her safe..” Axel’s hand rubbed his back.

“If someone else wanted to keep her. Keep her with them, all safe, and she was their kitten, what would you do?” Axel asked,” Would you allow it?”

“Yes...,” Oscar wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

“What if that person couldn’t keep her happy? She couldn’t get food, and her only chance of a good life was to go to new home?”

Oscar let out a huge sniff, “Then... I suppose....,”His eyes flew around his bedroom for inspiration, landing on a bar of chocolate- it was rare to come by, and he’d been saving it for a special occasion,”What if the person found a way to get food?”

“It would not be good. Cats cannot eat chocolate,Osk,”

“But..” Oscar despaired, feeling the warm weight of the kitten as she wriggled on his chest, underneath the fleece of his jumper.

“No. She leaves tomorrow,” Axel said, staring at him straight in the eyes,” She will be safe. I promise,”

Oscar’s wide eyes glimmered, and his nose scrunched up, pained. His eyes blurred with tears, and it was the small boy could do but curl into his brother’s chest and sob. The kitten peeked out from within his jumper, curious eyes blinking. Axel lifted her out with one hand, and let Oscar cup her gently, hold her close to him there and then. An hour passed. They stayed there together, and would for at least an hour more. Oscar didn’t want to be alone.

End of flashback thingy.

“You got too excited..,” Axel said firmly, pressing his cheek into the top of Oscar’s head. Oscar sighed and leaned against him, chest rising and falling steadily. His throat ached like fire. But it was okay. He, Oscar was okay. The entire time, Otto had been sat across from them, against the opposite wall of the alleyway. His fingers twisted and fiddled with a strand of white hair. He cared. He cared so much. As Axel spoke again, he lifted Oscar’s gun, which had been discarded earlier, onto his lap, hugging it against his chest.

“Has it happened before?”

“Once. You didn’t notice,”

Axel sighed,”Sometimes, I get excited too. But I learned to push it down.,” His fingers rubbed Oscar’s shoulder,” You mustn’t let anxiety control you, Osk,”

“I know,”

[catboy-oscar]

This post goes out to all the people who are writing stuff for Swedetober. I love you guys 🥺. I literally look forward to all the new stories everyday. It’s the first thing I do once I get home from work. Y’all are amazing and the vertebrae in the backbone of this little fandom we got goin here.

[raving-raven-writing]

Swedetober: Day 15: Pumpkin Carving

Hey, so I finally did something for Swedetober! It’s not my best and this is my first time writing with a reader/self insert, but I hope it is okay. Now, I shall be going back to finishing my WIP because I have too many of those. I’m not adding in the English translations for the Swedish in this because I am lazy, so yeah, sorry. Anyways, enjoy! (Oh, and from my own judgement, there are no trigger warnings)

Day 15: Pumpkin Carving Halloween festivities were a go as soon as it became October. It had to be your favorite holiday, even though Christmas was a pretty good one too. Although, on Christmas you never got to dress up in costumes and eat and give out tons of candy by the handful. And the weather was so much nicer in October compared to December; just looking at the snow froze your blood. At least with all the colors associated with Halloween, the baking of pumpkin bread and the candle from Jack o’lanterns could keep you warm. That, and staying indoors of course.  The brothers didn’t really celebrate Halloween, although Oscar was all gung ho about joining in on your holiday fun. He and Otto helped you decorate the house, both inside and out, to give it a spooky look for the ghouls and goblins that came around Halloween night and a cozy feel on the inside. Axel was more into the baking aspect and Y/N wasn’t complaining about the abundance of pumpkin flavored treats that he kept making. But if he kept it up, Y/N and his brothers might be all several pounds heavier by the time snow hit the ground. “What is that even suppose to be, Oscar?” Y/N asked, chuckling as they watched him carve the pumpkin from over his shoulder. Oscar paused and held the pumpkin at arms length to examine his work. “Vad?” he asked, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “It’s a scary face. Vad är fel med det?” “Nothing.” Oscar frowned and turned to show the pumpkin to Otto, who is busy carving his own pumpkin across the table. “Otto, hur ser det ut?” Otto shrugged. “Jag gillar det.” “Axel,” Y/N asked, “Are you going to pull yourself away from the oven long enough to carve a pumpkin with us? Or are you going to continue to bake like Julia Child?” “Vem är Julia Child?” he asked. “She’s a really famous cook. Oh, how about Betty Crocker? She’s more of a baker in my eyes.” Axel shook his head in confusion. A look at his brothers showed that they too didn’t know who you were talking about either. You waved your hand in annoyance and waved Axel over with your carving knife “Forget it. You don’t get the reference. Come and join us.” Axel did as requested and switched off the oven as he took to placing the used dishes in the sink. He took the fourth pumpkin that sat unscathed on the kitchen table and spun it for a moment, eyeing it before he sat down at the table. The four of you sat in comfortable silence as some Halloween music played quietly in the background. Otto was the first to finish  turned his pumpkin to show the others.  “Too happy,” Oscar commented, “It’s supposed to be scary.” Otto frowned and turned the pumpkin back around to face him. “I like it like this.” It was a friendly looking face, perhaps something you’d see on a kids cartoon.  “I like it, Otto. It looks like a very friendly pumpkin.” “Färdiga!” Oscar exclaimed, placing his carving tool on the table loudly. He spun it around to show everyone. YN glanced at it, confused. “What is it?” you asked. Oscar frowned in your direction. Axel tilted his head as he stared at his brother’s pumpkin.  “Is it a scary cat?” he asked. Y/N tilted their head in the same manner, still not seeing it. “I still don’t see it. Sorry.” “Good attempt, brother,” Axel said, patting Oscar’s shoulder reassuringly. The frown on Oscar’s face lessened slightly at his brother’s praise. If Y/N had to rank all their pumpkins, although they wouldn’t aloud, they would like to put their own as dead last. Although they always tried their best, they just could never get any good at the task of ramming the gourd with a big knife and carving it up for it to look something like a scary face. Otto’s had to be the best in terms of the how it was carved, although Axel’s had a cool scary smile that looked like it would be hard to replicate. And Y/N still couldn’t see the scary cat face on Oscar’s pumpkin, but they could see the effort that went into making it, so that counted for something. After All Hallow’s Eve came and went and the pumpkins started to spoil and collapse, that was when you showed them another fun holiday tradition in which you took your pumpkin and a baseball bat and smashed it into smithereens. Initially, it had been something you’d seen your neighbors do, and it looked like fun, but after trying it out one year, you decided to add it to your list of Halloween traditions. Oscar decided to add this to his list as well as he thought it was great fun. His brothers on the other hand seemed rather indifferent to it, although neither of them enjoyed having pumpkin guts splattered all over them. But overall, it was a good Halloween, peaceful and cozy and spent in good company. Just how you liked it. ___________________________________________________________ Oh, and I want to tag whoever started this fun little challenge. I hope I’m tagging the correct person and not just getting everything jumbled up in my head. Correct me though if I’m wrong. @royalydamned​ 

[cityunlikely]

fly away tapestry

[ogaforogaalskling]

Writing for the Swedes bc I really want to contribute to Swedetober, but it’s sooooo difficult to get anything out when you’re smitten with someone and all you want to do is talk to them and think about them <3<3<3

[snippychicke]

Swedetober Day Six

Day 6: Near Death Experience

So definitely some warnings for angst, pain, loss of a limb.

Rating: Teen for sure

No pairings. But brotherly bonding...sorta?

But hey, Oscar survived?

Day One| Previous Day 

Oscar was lost to the pain. His ears were ringing, every nerve fiber screaming in agony, and his eyes couldn't make out much besides brown smoke and red. Just… red.  

So much red. 

Axel's face broke through the smoke, his eldest brother's mouth moving but Oscar couldn't hear anything but the constant ringing. 

Axel looked...he looked so scared. He had never seen him like that before, but the pain was too intense for Oscar to really question why. 

Otto soon joined their brother, his own eyes teary as he too was muttering something, his hand smoothing his head as Axel focused on something lower. 

The ringing was fading into screaming. It sounded like a wounded animal, hoarse as it kept screaming with each breath. He didn't know what was creating the ghastly noise, but he could sympathize with it. 

God, his leg. The pain from the rest of his body started to be overpowered by the pain from his leg. His hands reached for his leg, but someone -- Axel -- kept slapping it away before Otto grabbed them and clutched them tightly with his own. He tried to kook to see what was causing the excruciating pain, but his brother forced his head back against the ground. 

"Don't look," his brother commanded through his own tears. "Focus on me, Oscar. Just look at me. It'll be okay." 

He took a breath, realizing that the screaming was his own as it petered out as he gulped the humid winter air to soothe the burn of his throat. He had laughed that Texans counted it winter, but now he felt thankful for the mild weather. 

Axel tightened the tourniquet he had been working on, causing his scream to renew. He curled in pain, and not even the might of his brother's arm could hold him still. 

His leg.

He was missing his leg. 

Otto fought against him as he panicked, bracing Oscar against him as Axel fastened the belt around the stump of his leg. Otto kept telling him it would be okay, even with his own voice laced with tears. 

But how was it going to be okay? His leg was gone? How could he follow his brothers now? How could he do his missions now? Would his brothers leave him behind? Was he going to be all alone now? 

Axel shifted, his icy eyes hazy with tears as he clapped his hand on Oscar's shoulders, making his younger brother meet his gaze. He was silent, but the expression on his face was reassuance enough. 

They were brothers. Nothing would ever tear them apart. Especially not something as simple as losing a limb. Death itself would find it hard to seperate them. They would get through this. Just as they've done before. 

Next Day

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

swedetober day 7

Axel had known you for quite a while. it had taken time for you to worm your way into his heart, but mission accomplished. One thing he is constantly reminding himself of is how fragile you are. Compared to his brothers, you are glass. To continue the analogy, you are a color tinted glass flower. every bead of light that lands on you, you turn into something wonderful. You bless his life with color like he’s never know.

But what’s most remarkable, is how it affects more than just him. Otto and Oscar love you dearly. When you’re not with him, Otto is doing a puzzle with you or you’re playing with the cats with Oscar. On this day, you were prepping dinner since Axel got home late. He walked in the house to find you at the stove while Oscar pet the cats, the three of you having a discussion about something.

Upon setting his stuff down, Axel made his way over to you, placing his hands on your waist. His brothers seemed to fade in the distance.

"Smells good, love" He whispers in your ear, pressing you up against his chest. You giggle at his behavior, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder as you manage the food.

"Its almost done. Why dont you go get the plates?" Instead of doing that however, Axel wraps his hands around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder to look down at the half cooked fish in the pan. After a moment of the hug, you gently nudge him.

"Axel..." The moment his grip loosens, your body goes stiff and cracks. Suddenly you're a broken glass statue, pieces falling to the floor as they turn into grains of sand. As horror stinks into his heart, so does sand into his shoes. The irritation of the small grains oddly distinctive for the situation.

With a heavy breath in, Axels eyes burst open to the darkness of your shared bedroom. The tingling of his feet falling asleep helps to ground him. That and your body limp on top of his chest, soft breaths ghosting his skin. It was just a dream. He reassures himself, tightening his grip on your waist.

Axel wraps his other arm around you. You stirr in your sleep, burrowing deeper into his hold. He takes your movement as a sign to tighten his grip again. Still shaky from the dream, he lets out shuttered breaths as you press further into his body. A hand finds your hair, cradling the shape of your head in the crook of his neck. Axel presses his check to your head and try's to relax, letting the pins and needles in his feet dwindle to nothing. She’s here. She’s not going anywhere....

Soon enough sunlight starts seeping through the window, allowing Axel to properly view your resting figure. He spends a moment simply enjoying looking at you. When you stirr awake, you let out a huffy breath and sink deeper into his form again.

"I never want to leave..." You mumble, causing the mans heart to pang. Baby, I would let you. We could stay here till the end of time if you want.

"Don’t tempt me" He replies, also wishing to never move from your grasp. You both sigh as your grip tightens on each other, insuring the other you arent going anywhere. Cuddles could get serious between you two. In moments like these, it's easy for you both to get lost in the security the other provides. Throughout the rest of the day however, Axel does not lessen up.

He insists to be in some sort of physical contact with you almost the entire day. The exception being bathroom usages. You notice this the entire day as he longed for your attention like a lost puppy, glancing at things with a look of reminisce. About halfway through the day you decide to address the situation. End credits of the movie played, and you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Hey" You whispered in his ear.

"Yes, love?" He responds, looking down at you softly.

"What's been going on with you?" You ask. Knowing the question might prompt aversion, you snuggle deeper into him to let the man know you're not gonna disappear out of nowhere. True to your assumption, Axel does stiffen a bit at your words. oh fuck she doesn't like me anymore fuck this is it I’ve lost my brothers and now her fuck shit god damn it why- Seeing his panic, you turn your body to straddle his lap. Cupping his face in your hands you look deep into his eyes. “Baby, if you hold glass too tight its gonna crack and break too” You gently rub your thumbs over his cheeks to reassure him. “Lets talk, love. I'm not going anywhere”

“My light...” Axel takes a sharp breath in, opting for one of the more unique nicknames you have for each other. He reaches up to grasp one of your wrists.

"What happened, baby?" Unable to respond, he takes a shuddered breath in. You look at him with concern as his eyes start to water, and move to kiss his forehead. You pepper his face with reassuring kisses as the tears start to fall. Axel wraps his arms around you, pressing you up to his chest as you sink into his form, allowing your hands to dangle off the back of the couch. "It doesn’t have to be specific..." You plead.

"I had a dream..." He shudders, grip loose with insecurity yet strong enough to never let you go. You hum against his neck, prompting him to continue. "...you... broke like glass... and turned to sand"

Talking has always been hard for him. He’s fortunate enough that his brothers followed suit, but.... he already almost lost you to not talking. That coulden’t happen again - you mean too much to him. Talking is not as hard as losing you, he's found out. So he told you about his dream; how much he misses his brothers, and how much he loves you.

"Tell me one good thing about the dream" you ask after a while.

"...You got a long well with my brothers. They liked you" He said. Axel was quite certain that, if Oscar and Otto still walked this earth, they would like you. He clung to the notion like he clung to you through the day - and as the conversation progressed, anxiety eased away. Talking was Definitely easier than losing you.

[quinythepooh69]

The Swedes: Phobias

They said that it would only take 20 minutes, I begged Axel to let me come with them to “the store” but he said that I couldn’t and left without giving me an explanation. I can hear the house creak around me as the wind outside picks up, “Just my luck. Not only am I alone, there is a storm brewing.” I say to myself as I open my phone to text the boys When are you guys going to be home? I lock my phone and start on dinner to distract myself. Thunder rumbled in the distance causing me to become more nervous, I put the ingredients on the counter and get one of Axel’s aprons. I look at my phone, “20 minutes my ass.” I say placing my phone down and quickly washing my hands. I slowly start to get dinner prepared when a loud crack of thunder split the sky, I screamed, dropped the knife and ran into Axel’s bedroom. Realizing I didn’t have my phone I quickly debated with myself and right as I was about to run and get it, lightning struck the ground nearby. I grab Axel’s blanket and curl in a ball in the corner, “In…. Out…… in…… out” I repeat to myself under my breath. Every time thunder rumbled and lighting struck I flinched, curling into myself even more. I breath in the comforting smell of Axel, hoping it would calm me down.

“Y/N” “y/n/n” “y/n we’re back” the brothers yell as they enter the house, Oscar glances in the kitchen and notices the dropped knife. “Shit Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?” I hear three pairs of footsteps frantically searching the house for me, I wanted to respond but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth. A pair of boots stops in front of me “they’re over here.” Axel says as he crouches down in front of me, “hey are you ok?” I don’t respond, Oscar and Otto join their brother, I hear the clatter or something metallic but disregard it. “What’s wrong?” Oscar asks, Otto looks at me, sighs and moves around so he is sitting next to me. He moves me into his lap and holds me tight, he starts to softly hum my favorite song. Axel and Oscar sit in slight shock, they’ve never seen Otto comfort someone, they have never really seen his soft side. I feel my breathing return to normal and I lean into Otto’s touch, he stops humming and whispers “how long was it this time?” “I-I think l-like 40 minutes” “ooh y/n I’m so sorry, we tried to be quick but it was difficult. I should have came home as soon as I heard the thunder.” “But you didn’t.” “Yes I know and I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He drops his voice to a whisper “I’m here now and there is nothing to worry about, kärlek.” I smile and cuddle into his chest.

Thank you @royalydamed for inventing this, I hope you like

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Swedetober Day Ten

Day 10: Costumes!

@avellanagamer100 helped me with this prompt, and to be honest, I love how it turned out.

Rating: Everyone!

Warnings: implied polyamourous relationship, but nothing explicit.

Pairings: nongendered Reader/The Swedes

Day One | Previous Day 

You helped Otto with the black cloth eye patch over his ruined eye, nimbly typing the strings while also being careful of his hair. 

The Commission had decided to throw a costume party for Halloween. Even though none of the brothers worked on the field anymore, and only occasionally consulted when needed; Herb had insisted they come. And to be honest, you wanted them there too. You had to be there as Herb's assistant, and you had been friends with the brothers since meeting them years ago. And from friends to...something else after the Great Upheaval of the Commission. To the point the guest room of their home was more or less yours. 

Oscar called your name just as you heard an odd tap against the hardwood floor. You looked over just as Otto did, and both of you barely restrained your laughter as he wobbled in on an honest-to-god peg leg instead of his usual advanced prosthetic. 

"Authentic pirate leg," he grinned, tapping it on the floor. "Cool, right?" 

"Yes!" you laughed. When you had suggested Otto as a pirate with an eyepatch, you had not expected the end result to be a whole theme between the four of you. But Oscar had loved the idea (and now you saw why) and Axel had just went along with his brothers' suggestion. 

And they had all agreed that you had to be their Siren, even if you were…. Well, you. But you had agreed to allow them to pick out your rather sensuous outfit, and had spent the last hour applying make-up until you had to admit you looked good.

No. You were hot. Otto had  stumbled the first time he saw you, his face turning red as he forgot why he had come to your room. And Oscar's gaze now trailed slowly over your form, his grin shifting into one befitting a wolf, making you feel a bit self-conscious and yet...powerful. 

"You are so…." The youngest trailed off, but his look told you enough. 

"Are you three ready?" Axel called as he approached the door to your room as well, fastening the cuff links of the navy-blue long coat, a matching tricorn hat set on his head. He paused as he noticed you, taking in your appearance as a slight smirk settled on his face. 

"I told you they would be a perfect Siren," Oscar said, looking up at the eldest brother. 

"I never doubted it," Axel answered, his eyes not leaving you. "I was just hesitant about allowing everyone else realize how beautiful our treasure is."

Next Day

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Swedetober Day Eight

Day Eight: Vampire!Au

So I realized I was neglecting dear Axel, so this one is solely on the eldest of the trio. I wanted to make this spicer...but time didn't allow for it.

Rating: Teen

Warning: being lost, mentions of blood and vampire-typical food.

Pairing: hints of Axel/reader (non-gendered)

Day One| Previous Day 

The village told you never to wander outside after a certain hour of the night. And if you had to be out, then never, ever, go further than the last lamppost that marked the village’s entrance. 

But you had come to rural northern Sweden to see the stars and maybe even catch a glimpse of the northern lights. And the small village was still too bright to really enjoy the majesty of either. 

So one chilly night you packed a bag, bundled up warmly, and waited until everyone in the small bed and breakfast was asleep before slipping out. Even well past midnight, the lights were all lit. You chalked it up to that rural superstition and fear of the dark. 

You reached the old weathered cast iron street light that marked the town border and took a breath. There seemed like a sharp edge to where shadows met the light, marking a clear border. Beyond it was the snow-covered forest, but you knew that just a quick jaunt away was a field that stretched for miles that would provide a perfect view of the night sky. 

You flicked on your lantern and braced yourself before continuing your hike, feeling a shiver pass through you as you stepped into the shadows of the surrounding woods. 

You could admit you were a little scared as you walked along the road, careful to keep your eyes on the small posts that marked where the road ended and the wilderness began. Getting lost in the woods in the middle of a Swedish winter night was not on your list of things to do. Even though the snow had fallen earlier that day, and the skies were as clear as you could ever hope for, everything seemed silent, even your boots crunching the snow seemed muffled. There wasn’t a breeze to ruffle the branches, no call of nocturnal animals, just absolute silence. 

The woods gave way to the rolling hills you had hoped for, and it took your breath away. The milky way stretched out over the sky, faint whisps of green and blue lights dancing and in the sky. 

Something about it was enticing, leading your feet to move without really thinking, continuing down the road as your mind whispered that there had to be a better spot. You had to find… something. Just keep moving. 

You tried to stay on the road, but your eyes were so focused on the hypnotizing ribbons that you soon found yourself straying off the path. When you finally came to your senses, you were out in the middle of a snow-covered meadow, far from anything that marked your way back to town. You looked behind you, hoping you could at least follow your footsteps in the snow, but your lantern decided to flicker, its battery dying. 

“No, no no,” you whispered, tapping the lantern, but it only seemed to kill it quicker. 

Not lost in the woods, but screwed all the same. The wind had picked up, biting at your exposed skin. The northern lights and stars were no longer enticing, but cold lights that watched carelessly as you panicked.

“Has mother night led you astray, young on?” a voice spoke out, making you jump and turn. Almost out of nowhere, a tall man dressed in a blue long coat walked up the slope of the hill, his features sharpened by the shadows cast by a flickering oil lamp in his hand. 

“I-I’m lost," you answered, both scared of the man and yet so very thankful for his appearance. “My lantern died… I didn’t mean to wander so far.” 

A smile graced his lips as he looked up to the sky, and the flames briefly made you think his eyes were red, but you cast that thought quickly aside. “They sometimes call children to come play but can also quickly lose interest." His gaze returned to you, a faint smirk on his lips. "Though, you’re not quite a child, are you?” 

His eyes took their time studying you, and you swore he could see beneath your thick parka. Maybe even through your skin and bones to your soul itself. When he finally reached your own eyes, he smiled widely and it was like a cat facing a mouse. 

Yet at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel just as drawn to him as you had been to the night sky. “N-no, I’m not.” 

He offered his hand to you, bare of any kind of glove. “Come, our home isn’t very far. My brothers and I would be happy to entertain you for the night.” 

***

Axel fully expected just another meal, provided to his family by the night. He had followed your scent, mouth watering. So few villagers wandered away in the middle of winter, meaning usually they had to rely on animals to survive the winter. 

It was possible, just not very….appetizing. 

You weren't the usual fare, your accent alone proved that, as well as your naivety. Which he hardly minded. It made things far more relaxed as he walked you back to the family home, already looking forward to that first taste. 

Oh, he would share with his brothers. Absolutely. But that first sweet taste bite would be his. When blood was mixed with pleasure before his food realized what exactly was going on. 

But then you started to fill the silence with your words, expressing your wonder and love for the night. How you had been drawn by the Aurora, how much you loved seeing the milky way stretch against the black. You talked of the science of it, solar winds and magnetic fields. Supermassive black holes and stars swirling in a dance of death. 

He realized you were a child of the night in your own way. Saw that love and adoration as you gazed up at the stars. The way your lips parted slightly, smile on your face, the lights dancing in your eyes. 

He touched your face, your skin as cold as his own. "How would you like to truly enjoy the night and all her glory?"

(You returned to the village a few days later, love bites and scratches covering your body, most hidden by your clothes except the deep hickey-like bites on your neck. You smiled silently at the inn keeper as you paid your tab, packed your things, and set out again for the small cabin in the middle of nowhere.)

Next Day 

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Swedetober Day Four

Day 4: Hiding

Have some fluff with Otto. Because right now I need cuddles with my big guy.

Rating: everone ish

Warning: none!

Pairing: non-gendered Reader/Otto

Day One| Previous Day 

A little childish fun of hide and seek on Halloween. What could go wrong?

Try being stuck in a tiny coat closet with the giant form of Otto. He must have not seen you hiding behind the coats when he had stepped in.  And of course, when the old door closed, it jammed. 

As it is prone to do. 

So you had about a few inches between you and him, able to feel the warmth radiating from him despite his heavy costume of a generic masked murderer or maybe it was because your skimpy pirate costume was making you freeze. 

As soon as he realized what was going on, he moved to throw his weight against the door, and you quickly stopped him. You pulled on his heavy coat and leaned up to whisper to him: "If we can't get out, then no one can get in. If no one gets in, we win. Sure, it's a tie, but…" 

Otto thought over your words. Oscar had bragged about being able to find everyone before the time limit. And proving his brother wrong was far too tempting. 

And being stuck with you for who knew yow long wasn't exactly horrible. Maybe awkward, but you couldn't see his face fluster in the gloom, and he prayed you couldn’t feel the reaction your proximity and whisper in his ear had caused.

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Neither you nor Otto knew exactly how long it was before your feet started to hurt from standing, yet it was really too small to sit, at least with a second body. So instead you shifted your weight, cursing the boots you had forced your feet in despite the shoes being a little too small. 

Otto noticed your discomfort, and swallowing his own slight unease, shifted to sit on the floor, pulling you down with him. You were glad for the lack of light as your face went red as you found yourself sitting in his lap, your legs straddling his due to the small space, your chest pressed against his. 

But oh, your feet were glad for the reprieve, and having his arms around you chased and chill away. Without thinking you pressed closer to him, slipping your bare arms between the stained shirt and his heavy green long coat. His chin rested against the crook of your next as you leaned against him, feeling like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. 

(Which is how Oscar and Axel found you in the morning. Needless to say, you won the contest.) 

Next Day

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Swedetober Day Nine

Day 9: Close escape!

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Oscar/nongendered Reader could be romantic, could be platonic.

Day One | Previous Day 

Oscar's hand was wrapped around yours, dragging you along. The door slammed open as you escaped into the chilly fall morning, sprinting down the porch steps. 

Oscar led you around the side of the house to the small shed, throwing open the door just as you heard the front door of the house slam open once more, Axel's sharp shout breaking the quiet of the morning. 

"Oscar!"

You both ducked into the tiny garden shed, Oscar closing the door and pressing his weight against it. You could see the wide grin on his face, which was likely the same kind of grin on your own lips. You stepped closer, pressing your face against his shoulder as you tried hard to hold back your laughter. His arms wrapped around you automatically, settling along your hips and squeezing as Axel called out again. 

Both your names this time.

Oscar let out a strangled laugh, suddenly pressing his face to your neck to try to muffle himself. You automatically looked up, and could see Axel stalking by.

Wow. The poison-purple hair dye really was as vibrant as the box depicted, even after being mixed with shampoo. 

Next Day 

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Swedetober Day Thirteen

Day Thirteen: Werewolf AU

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: None? 

Pairing: Could be taken as platonic or romantic reader/swedes. More to reader’s own interpretation 

Day One | Previous Day 

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, providing enough light for you to walk through the sparse woods surrounding your home. You already knew the path like the back of your hand, and knew exactly where you were going. 

In the back of the property was an old tiny cabin, consisting of nothing more than a single room and loft, a wood burning stove, and several piles 9f old blankets and pillows. 

You could see smoke faintly trailing from the chimney, and hurried down the path a little quicker, a smile on your face. The door simply swung open with a push; no locks or anything. Wildlife seemed to know to stay away, and you pitied the idiot foolish enough to explore the cabin despite all the no-trespassing signs posted.

Three silver-white wolves lifted their heads as you entered, and two tails quickly started to thump on the door, while Axel was far more calmer as he stood and stretched. You were still slightly shocked how large they were, standing with their shoulders easily at chest height. 

Used to the boys and their ways, you avoided meeting hsi ice blue eyes as he approached, tilting your head slightly away in respect. It sent shivers down your spine as his warm breath ghosted over your neck and face as her carefully sniffed you before giving a slight lick to your cheek in approval. 

That changed everything. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a grin, burying your face in his fur as Otto and Oscar scrambled to their feet to greet you as well. 

You laughed as you were virtually pinned between the three wolves; Oscar and Otto's snouts were warm and wet as they did their own inspection. "Yes, yes, I know I'm late. Let's go hunting already!" 

You grabbed the bow and arrows by the door, following the three as quickly as you could into the forest. They had taught you the bow and arrow during the rest of the month, just so you could be part of their pack and hunt with them, making that bond even tighter between you. 

The boys were already suggesting you moved in with them, which had its own pros and cons. It didn't matter that they had their own home just down the street and you saw them virtually every day. 

Even if you lived with them, you knew these three nights every month were a special time. This was freedom. You loved these nights. Following the three through the forest and surrounding fields just playing and hunting. And then in the mornings, waking up surrounded by blankets and pillows, usually pressed between Oscar and Otto while Axel prepared breakfast on the old wood burning stove. You would usually spend the whole day lounging around, watching movies or reading, maybe trudging back home for a shower, just so you  could be ready for the moon to rise once more.

Next Day