Hey all! Just wanted to say that I won’t be able to post anything until later this weeked, i’m behind on school work ToT,, thanks for being patient!!!

Okay uh,,,I am LIVING for your Swedes headcanons!!!! I stg nobody posts aNY headcanons for the Swedes but yours are too good!!! :D <3

ahh tysm!!!

Hey I feel like you should know someone else on here has written a story that’s just a little too similar to your cute like you fic with Oscar :// maybe it’s an overreaction but i thought i should say smth

ah ok! thanks for letting me know!

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Dating Oscar HCs as an Ex commission worker

Dating oscar while being an ex commission worker:

-You’re well aware of the dangers of working for the commission. Which is why every time Oscar has to leave for a mission, you try not to be overbearing with worrying. You know he can take care of himself, but there’s always that little fear in the back of your head that he may not return

-that’s actually how you met Oscar, you were paired up with him on a mission, along with his two brothers. The two of you had an undeniable chemistry, and eventually you were sent along with the swedes on their missions

-Whenever Oscar comes back scuffed up, you immediately patch him up. You don’t bother asking about how the mission went, not really caring to know since that’s no longer your job. Oscar usually tells you that the commission keeps asking for you to come back, to which you scoff

-If you really wanted, Oscar would let you join him on a mission, even though you no longer work. You’re still more than capable of taking care of yourself on the field if needed

-however, he prefers that you don’t. He feels better knowing that you’re at home, safe and waiting for his return. It drives him to complete missions faster

-the two of you have several cats, and each time Oscar tries to get another one you struggle to say no

-some nights you wake up from nightmares, haunted by the actions you’ve committed while working for the commission. Oscar’s there immediately to hold and soothe you. If you want to talk about it, he’ll listen. If not, he’ll hold you and rub your back until you slowly begin to fall asleep

-While you don’t work for the commission anymore, and don’t like them, you understand that Oscar still has an obligation to them. But that doesn’t mean that you like it, and everytime when he walks out the door you can’t help but let a tear escape, not knowing if you’ll see your love ever again

Would you consider adding some smut into your next axel x reader story

sure! if someone requests it I’ll write it. I wont however write non-con smut,,

You have really awesome Swede writing are you doing more

aw thank you! yes I am!! it’s just taking me a while because school started back up for me and I’m in the process of trying to open my art store as my source of income/work T0T

Save you for myself was amazing!!!!!! I wanna thank you for providing us Swede Stans w content 💕 Also would love a part two if you’re thinking of writing it 👀💕💕💕

waahh thank you owo!!! I didn’t consider a second part!! I could probably do one but I would just have to think about the direction it goes in!

Save You For Myself

summary: the swedes decide that for once, they won’t kill someone

All you remember was a blindingly bright light, and then you were falling. You land on something hard, side and back aching as your eyes try to adjust to their surroundings. Looking up you see a blue vortex in the sky, before it shrunk and disappeared. Groaning, you stand, looking around. You’re in an alleyway behind some building, the sky a light purple as the sun was beginning to set. Walking out towards the street, people pass by you giving you weird looks. They’re wearing clothes that are a bit...dated in comparison to 2019, and the car models driving around are older looking as well. “Shit Five...where did you send us?” You mumbled wondering where the others were.

Some time later….

You found out you had ended up in the 1960s, no sign of your siblings anywhere. You had no idea if they were in the same timeline as you, or if they were even alive. All you knew was that you were all alone, and that you had to adapt in order to survive. You had a job working at a small diner as a waitress, making enough money to afford rent at a house with this lady and her infinite number of cats. She had one more room to rent out, and you could only hope that whoever rented it was at least a decent person. Maybe they would help take care of the cats…

“See you tomorrow Jane!” You say to your coworker as you hung your apron up. Walking out the diner and down the street you begin to make your way back home. Walking up the stairs you noticed a milk truck parked outside the house. Something in your gut told you that there was something wrong here. Trying the door, you noticed that it was unlocked. Quietly going inside, you looked for anything that was out of place. All of the cats were there, nothing was missing, it was quiet except for the occasional meows here and there. There wasn’t any loud hacking from your “landlord” or the smell of her cigarettes. 

Carefully walking down the hallway you began to check the rooms, not seeing anyone in the empty guest room that was still available. Moving towards your room, you froze, feeling someone’s eyes on you. In a split second you used your powers, allowing a knife to go right through you and into the door. Turning around you see a blond haired man, wearing a milk uniform with a blood stain. He tilts his head at you, before smirking as an arm wraps itself around your neck in a choke hold. 

You fight back, fighting two more blond men, throwing them into the walls and smashing dishware on their heads. The cats are yowling, moving out of the way of your guy’s fight, avoiding the weapons being thrown. Eventually, after a good while, you are thrown down to the floor pinned by the tallest one’s foot, gun pointed at your face. Your energy is exhausted, unable to use your powers, and you are outnumbered. “Who the fuck are you guys?” You choked out from underneath the shoe. The three men look at each other, having a silent conversation. You didn’t know them, but they knew you. You were one of the Hargreeves siblings, however, you weren’t the one they were looking for. 

Axel had nodded his head, and the next thing you know the foot is lifted off your throat, and with a swift kick you’re out like a light. Otto picks you up, placing you in one of the remaining dining chairs, tying you down. “Why didn’t you shoot her?” Oscar questions, picking up a nearby cat. “Why didn’t you stab her?” Axel retaliates, and Oscar shrugs. “The knife went right through her.” He says moving to sit on the couch. “She has quite the fight in her… I like it.” Otto says grabbing a needle and thread to stitch up a cut he had gotten. You swiped at his midsection with a broken plate. Axel hummed in response, sitting in the chair next to you at the table. He thought you were quite interesting, he didn’t know why. He’s never had the urge to hesitate on terminating someone, so why you? Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. His brothers and him had made up their minds. Somehow, they were going to keep you for themselves. They wanted to know more about you.

Just wanted to say that I am currently living for your Swedes headcannons!! So amazing!! ♥️🤟🏻

I’m so glad! 

i was originally obsessed with axel, but whenever i think about just sitting in otto’s lap and feeling him around me (all 6’7” of him) it makes me feel some sort of way. even oscar like hot damn all of them 🔥

I am respectfully looking at the swedes //ToT//

i am not a generally short person but that short S/O fic was too cute

aw thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

Can I just say... that your Swedes imagines are *chefs kiss* ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US

thank you so much T0T!!!!

Can you make more axel x reader stuff pleaserr

of course! it might take me a hot minute but I will get it done!

Where can we buy the charms?

on my online store! I will be posting a link when I have it fully complete and running!

Sniffles and Sneezes

Swedes x reader drabble

Summary: The swedes take care of you when you end up getting sick

You hated being sick. Runny nose, sore throat, aching limbs, nothing good. And right now, you happened to be sick at the worst of times, being on a mission with the swedes. At first, it started off with some small sneezing, something you passed off as allergies to the cat hair in the home. However, you noticed your throat began to feel scratchy and sore, and then your nose got runny, and on the third day of waking up, you could barely move. It was awful. Oscar had come into your room to check on you, noticing you were late for breakfast. When he saw you and the state you were in, he went and told his brothers, who then also came in to look at you.

Axel places his palm to your forehead, feeling how warm you are. Looking to Otto and Oscar he walks out of the room, the two of them slowly following behind. You weren’t sure what kind of mental conversation the three of them had, but you figured they didn’t want anything to do with you right now. You didn’t blame them, they couldn’t get sick either (and they rarely got sick...like ever). Closing your eyes, you exhaled out of your mouth, which hurt quite a bit. You felt the weight of extra blankets being placed on top of you. Opening your eyes you saw Otto arranging the blankets to cover all of you from the neck down, and Oscar had placed a box of tissues next to your bed along with a waste basket. Axel came in and then handed you a glass of water, two pills in his hand. He helps you sit up enough to take the pills, before placing the glass of water on the bedside table.

“You guys really don’t have to do this, I’ll be fine in a day or so.” You croaked out. But Axel merely shakes his head. “On your own, it will take longer.” With that he and his brothers leave the room, leaving your door ajar. Occasionally one of the brothers would come in, bringing you more water and food to eat every now and then. Oscar insisted on helping you to and from the bathroom, making sure you didn’t fall over or collapse from how tired you were feeling. 

By the end of the day you actually felt a little better, especially after having taken a hot shower. Axel came by to check on you one last time before going to bed, seeing you sitting up a little more. The color had returned to your cheeks a bit, and you weren’t sniffling as much. He places another glass of water on your bedside table, feeling your forehead afterwards. Seeming satisfied with how your temperature felt now, he gets up to leave, but your hand on his stops him. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” you say softly, throat still a little hoarse. He simply nods before walking out of the room, leaving your door open ajar. Closing your eyes you begin to drift off to sleep. The swedes weren’t the most expressive, but they were incredibly caring...when they chose to be. You were grateful you had befriended the brothers.

Updated Announcements

Hey yall!

I’m starting school this week, and on top of that I’ve been trying to get my store opened up and ready! At the moment I only have 10 charms of the Ikea Mafia drawing I did available. However, if more people want them I will gladly make more! I’m going to see how fast these first 10 sell and go from there. I have also posted the announcement of my charms on my art insta, @ edens.market and some people seemed interested there as well so thse might go quicker than I expect. I’m working on getting requests out as well so again thank you for being patient!