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oldmanffucker · 7 months

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In my ceramics au, everyone is an artist (stede just bought an art gallery he knows nothing abt running and all his staff are artists and they have staff bonding at Queen Anne clay happy hour one night and this is how stede meets Ed and Izzy) I’m still working through my thoughts abt everyone’s artistic qualities etc but I wanna lay out my artist thought so far:

Jim: experimental contemporary jewelry (pushing the limits of what jewelry is/can be, experimenting with the thwarting facial recognition, and ideas of beauty)

Swede: tooth jewelry

Wee John: fiber artist and handpoke tattooer

Fang: whimsical playful functional pottery (doesn’t necessarily have to be function but often happens to be)

CJ: kitschy crude humor pottery

Stede: handbuilt/slab built ceramics - functional work that has a main focus on formal beauty. Pieces that serve a function but are intentionally made beautiful/ornate enough to stand their own as sculptures too

Ed & Izzy in the present run a pottery business that focuses on production pottery (large scale creation of identical pieces for being sold in stores etc). They make pipes that look like other things (food/objects), mugs/bowls/plates/pour overs that have some splashes of whimsy in a color choice or pattern or shape but are overall not terribly complicated. They are unique tho. they also have the Queen Anne clay storefront that has classes like happy hour clay classes, kids classes etc.

Neither of them focus too terribly much on their own personal art but sculptural non functional personal ceramic work blooms from each of them throughout the fic as stede encourages them to explore things beyond their business/actually feel their feelings.

In college they both were like way into performance art. Ed kinda for fun and bc he loved the physical exertion of it, but Izzy was 100% serious, putting his entire being into every performance for better or for worse. They egged each other on to bigger and bigger pieces and we’re very Marina and Ulay coded. Jack thought it was all stupid and just liked to join in bc he thought it was funny and hot to slap each other for long stretches of time but izzy was frustrated bc he didn’t get it.

Ed’s college art was more multi media (bc adhd yk) but was big on painting as a throughline. His work was big and messy and loud. He liked word working and sculpture and linocut printmaking.

There’s so much more but it would be a multiple page essay if I laid it all out rn.

Buttons: the QAC kiln tech. Loves to sculpt birds from clay.

Frenchie would of course be heavily focused on music but I haven’t settled all the details yet.

Roach obviously food based but again, not all ironed out.

Lucius: drawing, life drawing classes, focus on sensuality, queerness, the body, love

Pete: life model, wood working

Still thinking on the rest.

#ceramics au #ofmd #text post #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #fic #jim jimenez #buttons ofmd #fang ofmd #wee john feeney #lucius spriggs #black Pete #olu #the Swede #calico jack #frenchie ofmd #roach ofmd

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laiqualaurelote · 8 months

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One more day before this wee workplace comedy is jossed!

A Gentleman's Guide To Love And Piracy

“Learned a fair bit about human resources.” “I don’t know if that means what you think it means, Buttons.” “Is it no’ about making the most out of your colleagues in a dire situation?” “Well - ”

Stede Bonnet's agenda for attending the International Piracy Convention: rebrand, make some industry contacts, steal back his ship without being murdered by the keynote speaker, a.k.a. the vengeful love of his life.

IDK if these idiots will be returning to BBC iPlayer but happy Oct 5 to all who celebrate

#our flag means death #ofmd fic #ed x stede #blackbonnet #jim x oluwande #edward teach #stede bonnet #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #lucius spriggs #black pete #izzy hands #frenchie #nathaniel buttons #wee john feeney #roach #the swede

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gggoldfinch · 3 months

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The Order of Death

TUA s2 || The Swedes x F!OC

Chapters 1 + 2

⚠️ OC REWRITE OF MY OTHER FIC: Something Good

Sybil's Temps Commission paper-pushing life is turned completely on its head when she is victimized by a coworker's sabotage scheme and abandoned in Dallas, 1959, with no briefcase and no hope of getting back to the space-time agency. Years later, she encounters some familiar faces: the Commission's finest assassins, who just so happen to be the only other witnesses to her life-altering blunder. In a deluded attempt to assimilate back into a lifestyle of danger and adventure, she inadvertently becomes swept up in their impossible mission and thus entangled in their complicated lives. Amidst her rapidly crumbling mess of a life, Sybil find herself growing quickly and inexplicably fond of the men, who she finds are not all that scary after all.

#it's already 13k. help #I'll never not be bashful about this longstanding fixation but cringe is dead ya know #goldfinch writes #tua the swedes #something good fic #order of death fic

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dichromaticdyke · 3 months

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🗣 - Mama, just call me the yapper cause I got things to say! LOL. Anyway :3c

HF!Skwisgaar except remove the HF. You talk about super insecure Skwisgaar, might I suggest that she uses her hyper femininity as a shield to protect herself from her self esteem. She was probably one of those girls who refused to remove their makeup at night because she would rather fix it in the morning than have to face her bare features. So, as an adult, she very very VERY rarely goes without wearing make up. Like, it's a .00001% chance of seeing her without. Whereas Toki, bless her butch soul, couldn't tell you the difference between a lipstick and an eyeliner. (Probably has tasted both of them though at one point)

One day, Skwisgaar wakes up and gets ready to put on her face except, her makeup shelf, has completely collapsed, breaking all of her make up. This sends her into a /SPIRAL/ It's date night with Toki and she has no makeup whatsoever. Just like OG Skwisgaar has that sliding mechanical door, so does this Skwisgaar and she can lock it, so no one can get in. She calls a Klokateer and gives them a list of items she needs. She holds herself in her room waiting and keeps giving Toki excuse after excuse about why she wont let her in. But Toki is a persistent little shit and intercepts the Klokateer that is delivering her makeup. Skwisgaar tells the "klokateer" to leave the bag on the ground and leave. So Toki pretends to and waits. When Skwisgaar hears that the coast is clear, she opens the door only to see Toki behind the door smiling like a loon with her bag cause she finally got to see her GF. But Skwisgaar is MORTIFIED! She is BARE faced, but worse, shes also been crying. Toki manages to get in, not noticing the "problem" and flops on her bed, talking about whatever. But Skwisgaar is PISSED! Shes yelling, cussing, throwing stuff, getting super heated, and Toki is stunned because she does NOT understand the problem. But then Skwisgaar breaks down and thats when Toki is like "Oh shit!" And goes to comfort her but is pushed back, with Skwisgaar saying that she doesnt want Toki to look at how ugly she is and other self conscious thoughts but Toki is just very confused. Because, ugly? Skwisgaar? That's an impossibility. And Toki tells her that. Skiwsgaar is just mad because of course Toki wouldn't get it, so she starts angrily pointing out everything wrong with her face. Splotchy skin. Crows feet. Dark circles under her eyes. Large pores. And on and on until Toki stops her by grabbing her hands. "Buts yous just looks like Skwisgaar tos me." Because Toki doesnt "see" all of that. All she sees is her girlfriend, her lead Guitarist, her biggest headache and largest supporter. She sees Skwisgaar, someone she loves, and she looks beautiful to Toki no matter what. This doesnt fix all of Skwisgaar’s self esteem issues and she still wants that make up, but something about the genuineness of it resonates with her, that at least one person, the most important person to her, thinks shes beautiful no matter what.

They have date night inside that night.

…am i mama now. am i being force hey mamas’d.

anyway hdhjfdifhfhfh

IM NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING 😭

#ask.mj #beloved anon #skwistok #this is so fucking sweet oh my god. can i steal this idea and write a full fic around it?#like not just this concept but also like what their date would be and some exploration into skwis’s self esteem #BECAUSE IF YOU KNOW ME IF YOU KNOW MY WRITING you know i like to break that swede into pieces #♀⚙️#🗣️ anon

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guppyfreedom · 8 months

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Oscar meets Anton

Oscar does not approve his brothers' new colleague.

For those who are unfamiliar with the Swedes, they are from a Netflix show called "The Umbrella Academy." Their first and last appearance is in season two. They are brothers who are assassins that work for an organization called the Temps Commission.

Oscar (Thomas Sinclair - in gif) Axel (Kris Holden Ried) Otto (Jason Bryden)

For those who are unfamiliar with Anton Chigurh, he is from a novel/film called "No Country for Old Men." He is a psychopathic professional hitman. His employers are unknown.

(Javier Bardem)

With one last hard push, Oscar managed to fit his victim's head inside the freezer. He had finished hacking the woman to death after finding out she was abusing her cats. The poor kittens were malnourished and neglected.

Sighing heavily, Oscar retreated to the woman's couch. He sat down and picked up one of her...well, his cats and laid them onto his lap. He shushed the animal gently, rubbing their back.

Even though she wasn't their assigned target, Oscar's two older brothers didn't mind the slaughter as long as there were no other witnesses.

Plus, they understood Oscar's empathy for animals.

"That was foolish," a deep voice commented.

Oscar looked up, his blue eyes narrowing at his brothers' new...colleague. He snorted at the man's ugly haircut since it reminded him of his brother, Otto.

"All that for miserable animals," the man, Anton, continued.

Anton was sitting on an upholstered chair across Oscar, his hands resting on his lap.

"That tiken deserved it," snapped Oscar, gently putting his cat to the side.

"I don't think you understand. Typical, for someone as young as you. You took too much time with her. A bullet to the head is quicker and the outcome easier to clean and dispose of."

"And so what? The Commission takes care of our mess anyways," continued Oscar.

"Alright. That explains your lack of care."

Oscar's clenched fists and angered expression looked as if he wanted to have a go at Anton while Anton's dry smile was challenging him to try it.

"Enough, we have more important matters to attend to," a commanding accented voice spoke.

The two men turn, seeing Axel walk into the living room. The eldest brother was holding his navy blue trenchcoat, carefully draping it on the back rest of the wooden chair.

"Yes," replied Anton, "your impulsive brother on the other hand..."

Axel heavily sighed, gesturing at his brother with a stern look.

"Knock it off, Oscar. You're letting your temper best you."

Oscar clenched his jaw, turning away from the two older men. He hated that Axel was right and he hated how it seemed Axel was favoring this Chigurh man over his own little brother.

With a hissed curse, Oscar stood up and stormed out of the living room to the bedrooms upstairs.

He doesn't like his brother's "friend".

#anton chigurh #no country for old men #ncfom #the swedes tua #the swedes #axel tua #oscar tua #i hope this is okay!#im rusty with my writing skills #this is meant to be a short fic anyways

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cartograffiti · 4 months

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So No Bork Bork Bork Chickyhoo?

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Rated: T Warnings: No archive warnings apply Word count: 2,515 - Relationships: Wee John Feeney/Frenchie, Wee John Feeney & Frenchie Characters: Wee John Feeney, Frenchie, The Swede, Roach, Fang, Israel Hands - While the gang is stuck on a desert island, the Swede invites Wee John and Frenchie to spend the night at his hut, and then…doesn't feed them?

This fic was posted in 2022. I'm sharing it now because I want my Tumblr to have a nicely organized link to each of my fics. Some I've shared with such inconsistent tags I can't find the links myself, and many I've never blogged about at all!

#SpaceJackalope #fanfiction #this might be my funniest fic #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD #Wee John Feeney #Frenchie ofmd #the Swede

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wolpertingerprompts · 9 months

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Izzy/Swede dialogue prompt

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"I don't know why the Swede has chosen to attach himself to you of all people, but I don't think I need to point out to you the fact he's a gentler sort than the rest of us. If you hurt him, I won't hesitate to gut you." Roach holds up his cleaver threateningly.

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notthewriteryourelookingfor · 1 year

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Me on christmas: oh yeah, I should write some OFMD Xmas porn like Izzy getting "wrapped up" or something.

*starts typing*

My brain: wait but what are the crew doing? Are they having a Christmas party?

Me: is this porn going to have plot now?

My brain: yes, also they burn a Christmas tree, and they do a secret santa, and....

....

Seriously it was gonna be maybe 1K words out on boxing day and I am so tired idek when I'm gonma finish it just picture the crew of the revenge dancing around a burning Xmas tree on a beach while Ed and Stede rail Izzy who's tied up with ribbons.

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death fan fiction #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #steddyhands #christmas fic #the crew of the revenge #idk when the swedes started burning that hoat but burning the tree was the Swedes suggestion #the swede ofmd

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snippychicke · 2 years

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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."

#fanfic #tua swedes #tua otto #tua oscar #tua axel #the swedes #the swedes x reader #oscar/reader #otto x reader #axel/reader #fic: swedish shorts #ikea mafia

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thecoffeelorian · 1 year

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(Here is a small preview for anyone still wishing for material....enjoy!)

ORIGIN STORY

Chapter 004[?]

One minute, you're still in the woods, your breath a literal white cloud against the freezing air.

The next minute...everything around you shifts until you find yourself...not in the woods.

Everything and everyone is different here--the air, the ground, the buildings, and the people. The shock alone is enough to knock all thoughts out of your head...and yet, it's a miracle that you don't pass out right then and there.

What you do instead, however, is latch onto Otto's arm for dear life, the widened landscape suddenly threatening to overwhelm you. It's too bright out here. The ground is too green. The strangers in the gray and blue clothes look too happy, and all of this is wrong to you.

[tags go out to: @jossambird @pennycrumb-stan @shiversdownyerspine @drowzynoctu ...and any other fan of the Swedes 18yo and older!]

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfiction #the ikea mafia #the swedes #tua axel #tua otto #tua: origin story #resurrecting a dead fic(?)#minors DNI.

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 1 year

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Can I just say OFMD and Jim specifically has set me free. I used to have trans headcannons and be like "Oh god I have to overhaul the whole thing if I want him to be trans in this fic. I have to do a lot to justify this character being trans" now I'm like. Anyway here's the plot and also Ed is switching to his 12 inch packer for seduction purposes, the swede has two voices and one is much deeper than the other, and Izzy has old man surgery scars from back when top surgery was worse.

#I will not be dissuaded from my transfem the Swede headcannon #I haven't worked it into any fics yet but also I'm right

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serpentarius · 2 years

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The Kraken’s eyes snap open.

A group of people are hovering over him, but all he notices is one man. Orange-blonde, curls wild, and face covered in thick copper-coloured scruff. He’s draped in a flowing white shirt that shows off a small section of his throat and chest. He looks distraught.

The man on the ground wouldn’t believe it if he didn’t know that face so well. Those dark eyes. The slightly hooked nose. Dimples so deep that they’re still apparent through a face full of beard.

“Ed,” the man above says to him.

“Stede,” the Kraken whispers.

And then, once more, everything goes black.

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Did the world need another OFMD Season 2 fic? Probably not.

Did I start writing one anyways?

Yes. Yes I did.

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gggoldfinch · 3 months

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The Order of Death

Teaser Trailer...

The Order of Death Public Image Ltd. || I Saw Her Standing There The Beatles || Selbst, Fotovernähung, Annegret Soltau

#I’m so totally normal rn #literally half of the writing snippets are about tommy help 💀 kill that man fr #tua the swedes #goldfinch writes #something good fic #order of death fic #once again refusing to use fandom tags on this post because the actual fandom scares me and we have beef

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tiptapricot · 1 year

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Summary: Aboard the revenge, Ed discovers that it’s full of beauty and life and love, in every corner, in every moment. If only he were as well. Then he would fit.

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My finished piece for @ofmdzine now that exclusivity is lifted! Preorders are still open til the 10th so check out the shop here for physical merch and here for digital merch :-0

#our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #edward teach #stede bonnet #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #frenchie ofmd #buttons ofmd #roach ofmd #the swede ofmd #lucius spriggs #wee john feeney #black pete ofmd #my fic #my-fic #the fruit is talking again #fic

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laceratedlamiaceae · 1 year

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For the music and ship game. Any OFMD ship. 'Hocus Pocus' by Focus. I wouldn't say you'd be able to use lyrics but it could be fun for vibes. Don't feel pressured to complete it!

(song ficlet prompts)

So I completely missed that this said ship, but I guess there's some Swede/Frenchie subtext. Also the song is great, I will always love '70s prog/psychedelic rock. I really have no idea where this came from lol, I just had an idea and I rolled with it

“Hey, Swede,” Frenchie said one day, coming up to the Swede with a book in his hand. “Look what I found!”

“A book?”

“Yeah,” Frenchie said enthusiastically.

“Wow!” the Swede said, not quite sure why Frenchie was so excited but feeling it himself nonetheless.

Frenchie nodded. “I thought it looked suspicious, so I got Lucius to take a look at it and it’s about”--he leaned in, speaking in a whisper--“witchcraft.”

The Swede recoiled, as if the book itself was somehow going to harm him.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Frenchie said with a reassuring pat to the Swede’s shoulder. “It isn’t the bad kind, like cats do; Buttons told me it was safe. But there’s a spell in here that’s supposed to bring back your teeth!”

“A spell for missing teeth?”

“Well, there’s a picture of a guy with teeth falling out of his mouth.”

“Oh, ja, that makes sense. How do we do it?”

“We’re going to need some ingredients, and then there’s an incantation. I think everything we need should be on the ship.”

The first thing on the list (as interpreted by Frenchie looking at the illustrations) was Jim’s hat, as they needed the crystal energy that was apparently stored within it. Jim wasn’t happy to be woken up from their nap with Oluwande, but that ended up working out when they threw their hat at the intruders.

Next was a few candles, and the Swede decided that he wanted to get some of Stede’s fancy candles.

“Of course,” Stede said, handing a few candles to the Swede, “but be careful--oh wait, not those.” He took a few, replacing them with duller, less pleasant-smelling candles. “You can have these.”

Last on the list was some of Roach’s special herbs, which he was hesitant to part with.

“Fine, I’ll give you some,” he said after the Swede pouted at him, “but I’m smoking it with you.”

“Smoking?” the Swede asked.

With all the ingredients collected, Frenchie brought Roach and the Swede down into the hold where they wouldn't be disturbed. He arranged the candles into a circle around the book, placing Jim’s hat below it. Roach lit the herbs and the three of them leaned in, inhaling the smoke.

Between bouts of giggles, Frenchie managed to decipher the incantation. The Swede wasn’t quite sure how he was doing that, since he couldn’t read, but he wasn’t sure about a lot of things and he’d learned to just roll with it.

“Alright, repeat after me,” Frenchie said, taking the Swede and Roach’s hands in his own. He then proceeded to make a series of incoherent sounds reminiscent of the yodeling the Swede had done back in his home country. The three of them sang until the Swede’s head felt foggy, and before he knew what was happening he fell asleep.

When he woke up, all his teeth were back! He went to show Frenchie, but the hallway kept getting longer as he tried to walk down it. Eventually Frenchie appeared behind him, and he was suddenly above deck.

“Look!” The Swede said, opening his mouth. Before Frenchie could take a look, a tooth fell out. Then another one, and another one, until all his teeth were gone.

He woke up, for real this time, with a start. Frenchie was curled around him, still on the floor of the hold, and Roach was staring at the ceiling across from them.

The teeth he’d lost were still missing, but maybe that wasn’t so bad.

#so it turns out this didn't really make it any easier for me to write but it was still a fun challenge!#our flag means death #ofmd #the swede #frenchie ofmd #my fic #ficlet #asks #ask game

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thebitterflamingo · 2 years

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Soul Survivor

AU where Klaus is the sole survivor of the barn massacre in Season 2 because he’s immortal ☂️

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Klaus is dying.

This is a tough pill to swallow, and he’s swallowed many, many pills before.

What’s worse is that his siblings are dying with him.

Or maybe that makes things better. He’s just lost Ben for a second time. He doesn’t think he’ll survive more loss.

But that’s the problem with Klaus, he always survives.

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Nearby, Five has similar thoughts.

He listens to the choked breathing of his siblings, tries not to think about the bodies who’ve already quieted.

As he chokes himself, he still scrambles for a way out of this one.

For all his planning, all his stubbornness, he still can’t outrun a surprise attack with a machine gun.

What’s worse is that his siblings are going with him. He’d like to have at least saved one.

His body seizes then, as he fights to dislodge the increasing pressure in his chest.

Perhaps it’s a mercy, that this time he won’t have to go on alone. He won’t have to survive more loss.

The Handler lies dead nearby, and Five thinks that makes it better.

If he can’t save anyone, he can at least take one with them. There’s nothing left to avenge, no one left to save. Most of his siblings are probably gone by now, the barn eerily quiet.

The thought is sobering, but Five has had practice with the loss. He’s comforted that this time he’ll join them. Who cares if another apocalypse comes around after they’re all gone? He’s had a good run.

Though Five has made peace, he has, his legs still kick weakly as if in a last attempt at a run. His hands clench to fist, but they only grasp bloody straw and not the fragile threads of the universe.

Five is at peace. No more apocalypses to stop, no more stupid siblings to save.

If he can’t save his family, Five doesn’t care if the world burns.

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Klaus comes to, coughing up all the blood he’s swallowed. The bitter taste still coats his tongue and permeates the air. When he’s finally able to breathe, Klaus looks around, glazed eyes flickering madly. Death is always disorienting.

He wipes blood and what might be tears from his face. He thinks he might be crying, but, for the moment, he can’t remember why.

Memory comes quickly then, and Klaus frantically grasps his chest, his clothes, feeling the holes in the fabric but none in the skin. Concern for his siblings hits next, and he again looks around, this time actually seeing his ruined surroundings.

He looks, but sees no indication of the other bodies, his-his siblings, stirring back to life.

How could he be the only one?

Klaus shakes off the thought, crawl-stumbling his way to the nearest body, Five. He refuses to believe the stubborn bastard is capable of dying. He’d cling to life out of spite, if nothing else.

Sure enough, the still, small body stirs at Klaus’ touch. Glazed eyes stubbornly meet his, but Klaus can tell it’s a loosing battle. Bloody teeth crack into what might be a smile or a grimace of pain, but Klaus would like to believe the former, even it seems uncharacteristic of Five.

Klaus holds Five as he struggles to breathe, realizing by now it’s futile to check on any of the others. He and Five’s breaths are the only sound in the hulking barn. The sound seems to fill the cavernous space. They breathe together, Five’s gasps noticeably louder, engulfing and suffocating Klaus’ own.

The sound fills Klaus’ ears, his entire world, for an indeterminate amount of time.

When it ceases, it’s absence leaves a ringing in his ears. A personal kind of apocalypse.

But the world doesn’t end this time. It’s forced to go on, and so is Klaus.

Five is the last to die, stubborn bastard, but Klaus is the only one to come back.

#umbrella academy fanfic #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #barn scene #angst #blood and injury #the handler #season 2 #Klaus is immortal #apparently I’m obsessed with this aspect of his powers #don’t ask where the Swede went after killing the Handler #five is a stubborn bastard with a whole lotta love in his heart #sorry Klaus #this is why we can’t have nice things #five is actually close to Klaus in the barn-I checked-which is incredibly convenient #spoiler warning #hurt no comfort #like the opposite of a fix it fic #writing practice

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