#theswedes

[mokolat]

TUA Mermay Challenge @tuamermay Day 2 : Pirates

[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.

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“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.”

[klaus-the-umbrella-kid]

What’s with this show and giving us lovable bad guys??

[bloodbindingg]

thomas is honestly such a sweet person. i made this edit for oscar and thomas fucking liked it and commented on it. i’m obviously not okay. i’ve been crying for the past 5 minutes? he is so sweet and genuine. i’m so thankful for him. honestly 🥺

[fandomsinsomnia]

I gotta say the Swedes weren't actually that bad villians like the handler annoyed me more than the Swedes I actually found the swedes pretty entertaining 😂 cause like when they are on screen they always walk so smoooooooth and Idk they just seem pretty badass

[ibelieveindragons141]

Diego Hargreeves x reader I Here and There part 2

Part one 

 Diego Hargreeves x reader Word count: 1923 Warnings: Language 

"Hold on," you held up a hand, the other firmly entertained with Diego's. "You're saying that dad assassinated Kennedy?" "Let's not jump to conclusions." Five reasoned. "What the hell else is he doing standing on a grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact moment the president gets shot?" Diego fired back at him, his grip tightening. "You have to admit, it doesn't look good, Five." Five frowned. Diego got a strange look on his face- similar to Elliot's before he started spouting off about us being aliens. "No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing." "Easy, Diego." You started, but he cut you off. "This is what Hazel was trying to tell you." Diego turned to Five who had an exasperated look on his face. "We have to stop Dad from killing the president." Five rolled his eyes. "Diego, calm down, all right? Dad was no boy scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing." "How would you know?" Diego's voice lowered, you knew you had to put a swift end to this conversation. Five stepped closer to the two of you, a hard glint in his eyes. "You think I had it easy? I was alone for 45 years-" "We don't have the time for this right now!" You interrupted, dropping Diego's hand to stand between the two boys. "He's clearly in Dallas so let's go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline." "Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first." Five rolled his eyes again. "Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses." Diego opened his mouth to shoot something back at Five's bitter sarcasm, but you cut him off, "alright," you said. "Let's go."  _______________________________________________________________ Lila and Diego piled into the car first. As you went to follow, Five gripped your arm and pulled you aside. "Five?" "I need you to find the others," he said. "What? No, I'm helping you find Dad." "We've got it covered. Look, out of the three of us, the others like you the most. They'll listen to you. I need you to bring them back to Elliot's and wait for us there,." You wanted to argue, but upon seeing the desperation in his eyes, nodded in silent agreement. ________________________________________________________________ You knew tracking them down would be hard, but you didn't think it'd be this hard. You managed to find Luther, but he turned you away like he had Five: rather rudely. Vanya was completely M.I.A. and the only Allison in the address book was an "Allison Chestnut." That left Klaus. The only lead you had were some rumors surrounding a magical cult-leader living in a mansion here in Dallas. If anything screamed "Klaus," it was that. Deciding that it was too late to ask around for help without sounding crazy, you headed back to Elliot's. It was dark. The only light filtered down from the second floor, casting a faint orange glow around the space. You walked in to see Lila straddling a very naked Diego. You froze in the doorway. Five sauntered up from behind you. "Oh, he isn't dead." He said casually, as if remarking on the weather. Lila didn't look up, her gaze entirely focused on the man in front of her. Your man. "Disappointed?" She asked, "To see you? Always." Five gave her a tight smile. Why was she sitting on Diego? Was something wrong? Was there something... between them? "So much hostility in such a tiny package. Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy." No, that's impossible. Diego would never do that to you. Five looked away. "No, I just ran into an old family friend." His cryptic answer was enough to reanimate you. Tearing your gaze away from Diego you asked, "Who?" He remained silent. Lila rolled her eyes. "You still don't trust me?" "Am I supposed to?" Diego groaned. Lila pressed her hands to his lower abdomen gently, but firmly. Lila stared at you. "Are you just going to stand there?" "I-" "Y/n?" Diego's voice was characteristically soft. You hurried over to him and brushed the hair off his forehead. "Hey, you." His lips twitched into a small smile before his eyes slipped closed again. "What happened?" "His Dad," Lila replied bluntly; then climbing off him said, "He's all yours. I'm gonna get some sleep." You perched yourself on the edge of the sofa. You examined the bandages wrapped around his midsection. "Dad did this?" Five gave you a sharp nod.  "Pogo," he made a vague gesture at his face, "did this." "Pogo." He waved your surprise away. "Any luck with the others?" You sighed. "No sign of Allison or Vanya. And I might have a lead on Klaus." He considered this for a moment. "Luther?" You crossed your arms. "Luther is a dick." Five cocked his head. "That, we can agree on. You said you have a lead on Klaus?" A nod. "Follow up on it tomorrow." Another nod, and he was gone.

________________________________________________________________ Rays of sun streaming through a window woke you up the next morning. You were still of the sofa, head resting on Diego's chest, a hand carding lazily through your hair. "Diego?" You murmured sleepily. "Y/n?" Your head shot up. Diego. "You're awake! I need to redress your bandages." "Woah, Y/n, sow down." He caught your hand mid-reach to the table beside you. "I will not 'slow down,' you almost bled out!" His eyes softened. "I know, and I'm sorry. But-" "Diego, you're awake. Good." Five strolled into the room with a cup of what was probably his second cup of black coffee. "Five." Diego winced as he tried to sit up. "Did you find anything last night?" "Of course. Unlike you, I can do my job without getting stabbed." "Five," you warned. He waved your comment away. "Y/n, I'll take care of Diego from here. Go find Klaus." You glanced back at Diego who gave you a slight nod. "Fine." You stood and pressed a kiss to Diego's forehead before heading outside. ________________________________________________________________ You stood outside a large, stone building. Klaus lives here? You wondered. The lights were off so you snuck around back. A pale man with long hair and a strange tattoo was drinking on a pink floaty in the swimming pool. "Klaus?" He startled. "Y/n?" "Oh, my God!" You cried, yanking your shoes off to jump into the pool while he awkwardly paddled toward you. The two of you collided, throwing your arms around each other excitedly. "It's really you," you breathed. "I thought I was the only one left." You pulled back and gripped his arms. "We have so much to catch up on." Hopping onto the wall you asked, "So, how did you end up in a place like this?" He reclined on his floaty again. "Oh... you know, dicks, drugs, debuntes. My holy trinity." "Klaus, you started a cult." You kicked at the water, enjoying its coolness against your bare toes. "'Cult' is a very negative word, y/n. We prefer to call it 'an alternative spiritual community,'" Klaus explained. "Nope," you giggled, "You definitely started a cult." "Alright, alright, alright. Enough about me. What about you?" You sighed deeply. Where to begin?________________________________________________________________ "I'm telling you, Diego. I don't trust her. And neither does Five." "So you're siding with Five now?" "Really? That's your takeaway from this?" "I can't do anything right can I?" "Where was she last night?" "What?" "She disappeared, didn't she? Where did she go? We don't know anything about her." "I don't know." "Exactly." "Y/n, why can't you just trust me?" "Why can't you trust me?" Diego opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Five materialized. "I found Vanya."

________________________________________________________________ "Diego," you hissed. "I can't dance." He smirked, "Just follow my lead." He gripped your waist tightly, drawing you close to him. You swayed to the music, focusing only on the rhythm and the feeling of Diego pressed up against you. "Diego, about earlier..." "I'm sorry." "What?" "I was being stupid and defensive and I'm sorry." You smirked, "That sounded physically painful." "I-" You pulled him down by his collar and kissed him deeply. His brought a hand up to tangle in your hair. "I love you," he murmured against your lips. You brought your mouth to his ear, "I love you, too," you whispered softly. He suddenly tensed. "Diego?" "Mom?"

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"Five!" You cried as a white-haired man flipped him over his shoulder and slammed the 45 year old teenager into the floor. Diego gasped from behind you, a leather strap wrapped around his neck. "Shit, Diego!" You flipped your wrist and sent a wave of purple energy at the man. Diego dropped to the ground. He looked up at you and his face twisted in panic. "Wha- AH!" The third man had snuck up behind you and punched you in the back of the head with his metal knuckles. Diego struggled to his feet to help you, but the man you'd sent flying was back and began throwing punches. Despite staggering back from the blow, you stayed standing and whirled around to face him. Your fists were coated in purple as you fired shot after shot at him. He dodged every one. You raised an eyebrow. "Not bad." He remained impassive. "But not good enough." He cocked his head. Putting your hands together, you focused your energy on him and threw him through the wall. Lila came running up the stairs; she met your eyes then looked back at Five who was getting his ass kicked. You nodded and both sprinted in opposite directions- you to Diego, and her to Five. ________________________________________________________________ "One of us is dead." Diego said, staring down at his plate. Klaus started talking to something behind him, must be a ghost. "Regardless," Reginald said, what would possess me to adopt eight ill-mannered malcontents?" "We all have special abilities," explained Five. Diego slid the photograph of Reginald at the assassination across the table. "Explain that," he demanded. Reginald Hargreeves stared hard at it then looked up, almost disappointingly, at Diego. "Well. I suppose you've solved it. You'e single-handedly unearthed my nefarious plot. Is that what you want to hear? You fancy yourself a do-gooder? The last man who will save us from our descent into corruption and conspiracy? This is a fantastic delusion. You're a tragic man, desperately unaware of his own insignificance; desperately clinging to his own ineffectual reasoning." You were frozen. Diego was too, until he sunk back down into his seat beside you. Instead of responding, or firing back some rude remark, he stuttered out a weak, "You're wrong." You immediately grabbed his hand and said loudly, "how dare you. You have no right to speak to him like that, to any of us like that. You're a monster who bought children and turned them into soldiers." "Y/n, your hand." You stared down at the hand not holding Diego's and saw it sparking with violet light. Five, seizing the moment to change the subject, said, "Look, we have a catastrophic war coming in five days. We need to figure out how to stop it." A/n: I'm working on the third and final part. I'll have it up as soon as I can! As always, thanks for reading and lmk what you think :) Tag list: @jasminhargreeves​ 

@alonewolfsblog​ @ginger-swag-rapunzel​

[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​ 

[mokolat]

TUA Mermay Challenge @tuamermay Day 15 : Hunt