#midsommar pelle

[notaperson-justtrash]

I need to watch midsommar again, just for Pelle. He’s the exact type of sweet and fucked up guy I look at and think I could make him worse I wanna put him in the microwave

#midsommar pelle #midsommar

[provokedgoalie]

I know he was a part of a fucked up cult community, BUT 👀 sir I am looking

#midsommar pelle #c #IM SORRY OK.. he's pretty 👉🏽👈🏽

[entitled-fangirl]

That's a love rune. Casts a love spell.

Pelle x reader

Summary: Pelle carves the reader a love rune to make her realize their potential for each other.

Words: 2,122

Warning: Love runes, not forced love but manipulated?? Weird cult stuff

Author's note: This is my favorite thriller of all time, so obvs I'm doing this. :)

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In the short few years Pelle and Y/N knew each other in college, she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear the day that he had to leave again.

It seemed that her wish would come true. Very true. 

Here she was, in the shared room of the Harga. Her bed felt cold and hard, and her eyes were barely able to catch any sleep. As hard as she tried, it just wasn’t happening. She sighed, sitting in bed, and rubbing her face with her hands. Her hair was wild from the consistent tossing and turning. 

She heard a noise.

Her head turns quickly to the side, her eyes scanning every bed carefully, checking on each of her friends. Pelle sits, two beds down. He sits on the end of his bed. He holds something in his left hand, and a knife in his right. It takes her a while to realize he’s carving something. He’s so focused, he doesn’t look up at her. He seemed to not notice her at all.

She pushed herself to the side of the bed carefully, her socked feet touch the ground cautiously. She stands, stretching her arms up. She didn’t want to scare Pelle. And she definitely didn’t want to wake the entire room.

His eyes finally flicker up at her movements, so vibrant, it’s like she could see the blue hue in the dark. Or maybe because as of now, his eyes were wide. He masks it quickly with a smile.

“Y/N, what ever is the matter? It’s nearly 3 am. You should be getting your beauty rest.” Even at the darkest part of the day, he still worried for her. Or at least, she thinks it’s the darkest part of the day. It’s hard to tell with all the windows and doors closed. 

She gives a soft shrug, walking to him slowly and quietly, “I’m not sure. Just can’t sleep.”

He chuckles softly, “Don’t worry, Darling.” He pushes his things further up the bed and away from her view, opening his arms, “Come here. Sit with me.”

She gives a soft smile and does so. Sitting by him always felt right. It felt cozy. And warm. Mostly because his arm had wrapped its way around her shoulders. “I’d hate to bother you from your… work, Pelle.”

He laughs quietly, “You did nothing of the sort. Truly.”

She takes this as an answer. “Tell me what you were doing?”

Pelle is slightly frozen in time, his gaze fixed on her face. What was he going to tell her? Whatever it was, he would have to say it quick, for he feared melting under her gaze if fixed on him for too long. A simple glance from her could send him to the moon or leave him in a trance for what felt like years. “It’s…. An old tradition.” Okay. He could make this work. But, Y/N is a curious thing, so chances are-

“How so? What is it?” 

He called it. He loved her open and curious nature, but in times like this, it could be his downfall. She turns her body to look back at the bed, but his hands come to each side of her shoulders, stopping her. They were now very close.

He could feel her breath on his face. It was driving him wild. He’d have to get this done, and fast. “It’s a rune. I’m carving a rune.”

She nods. “Carving a rune? Sounds interesting enough,” her voice was so soft. It made him want to reach out just a little further towards her and- 

“And why in the middle of the night?”

He looks down to the ground. Think of something, Pelle. “Uh, yes. I don’t find myself with enough time to do it during the daytime activities. And it’s a rather… intimate thing to do.”

Her cheeks turn pink. She stands quickly, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry, Pelle. I didn’t know. I hope I didn’t ruin it, or-“

His hand reach up to hers, pulling her towards him. “Relax. Nothing is ruined. Nothing at all. In fact, I believe it made it better.” His eyes bore into hers, as if he could read her every thought. If he could find a way too, he would have already done so. To him, this girl hung the moon and the stars. And if he didn’t already have a religion, he’d spend his days worshipping her. 

Her eyes bore back into his. “Are you sure, Pelle? I can leave like it never happened.”

He shakes his head with a smile, “No. I’d rather you stay.” He pulls her more towards him by the grip he has on her hands until her standing body is in between his legs as he sits on the bed. “Perhaps,” he even thought, “You could help me bless it?”

She shakes her head. “Bless it? Me? Pelle, what does it do?”

The panic sets in his head again. But Pelle was no idiot. “It helps things grow.”

“Grow?”

He nods. “It will be fine as it is, but,” He tilted his head back and forth, “it would be stronger with another soul to bless it.” He couldn’t have made this better if he planned the entire thing.

She lets out a shaky breath, looking down at his pleading blue eyes. She was a cautious woman, and while she liked Pelle, she couldn’t help but feel the strange vibes coming from the other members of the group. Or perhaps, just a dark spirit. She frankly was not spiritually sound enough to know the difference. 

He noticed this hesitation and pulled her closer, his hands now moving her the outside of her thighs. “Y/N. Please. It would mean so much to me.”

She sighs, “What do I have to do?”

He takes this as a yes. He quickly stands, turning to grab the ruin. He then takes her hand with his other and drags her out into the moonlight. Weird to finally see the moon after a few days. 

He holds the almost finished ruin in his hands, and holds it up to the moon. He brings it back down after a while, holding it out to her, “Now, you must kiss it.”

She tilts her head, “Just kiss it? Anywhere?”

Pelle is beside himself at this opportunity. Not only was it rare to have the scenario happen to a rune like this, but it was highly celebrated in the Harga. His eyes couldn’t look away from her as his breath became uneven. 

She takes it from his hand gently. She holds it in her own, her other hand running over the carefully carved dialect in it. For a piece of wood, it was quite beautiful like this. She looked back up at Pelle for one last chance of backing out. He didn’t seem to want to back out.

So, she pulled it up to her lips gently, kissing the top of it. 

Pelle let out a shuddered breath as if she had just kissed him. She was slightly weirded out, but the last thing she wanted was to embarrass her friend. She hands it back to him. “Does that work?”

Pelle’s smile was wide. She can’t remember the last time she had seen him this happy. “Oh, Y/N,” he said, taking her face in one of his hands, “You’ve done me an honor. An honor.” 

Still weird out by the event that just unfolded in front of her, she nods. “Of course, Pelle. Least I could do for ruining your quiet time.”

He seemed to melt at her words, “My need for quiet time could never outmatch the need to hear the sweet sound of your voice, Y/N.” 

While her heart felt something at his words, he was a friend. Just a friend. He invited her on the trip with their friends, and here she was, acting a fool. Dare she even think she was liking Pelle?

She nods, “I’ll just… go to bed now.”

He nodded as well, his hand dropping from her face. “Goodnight, Y/N. And may you dream the most pleasant dreams.”

She quickly retreats to the shared room, tucking herself back in. She tosses another 30 minutes in thought before Pelle finally enters the room again. He walks past all of the beds before stopping at the foot of hers. He quietly kneels, his hands reaching under the bed. He then stands up, his gaze on Y/N, and then he hesitantly moves back to his own bed. He simply sits on his, facing hers. He’s unable to sleep the rest of the night. But now, Y/N had no problem doing so.

Morning comes, and Y/N is awoken by Josh lightly pushing her shoulder, his voice low in her ear. “Y/N. Hey, Y/N.”

She stirs, her eyes opening to find Josh kneeling right beside her bed. She jumps back. “Jesus, Josh. Watch what you’re doing next time.” She pulls herself to a sitting position. 

Josh looks concerned. “Listen, Y/N. I… I found this under your bed.” In his hand, the rune Pelle carved.

Her eyes widen, taking it from his hand gently, “Under my bed?”

He nods, reaching down again, pulling a similar one into her line of sight, “One under Christian’s bed, too.”

He grabs that one quickly as well, comparing the two small pieces of wood in her hands. It was clear they were carved by two different people, for the markings were quite different, as well as the stroke of the carving tools they each used. She looked up at Josh. “Pelle told me that it’s a rune to make things grow.”

Josh takes the other rune from her hand, “Well I asked someone else, and they said it’s a love rune.”

Her eyebrows knit together, “A love rune?”

Mark’s voice is heard outside the house, “Josh! Y/N! C’mon!”

Josh sighs, placing Christian’s rune in his coat pocket. “Just, don’t tell anyone about this until we figure out what’s going on.” He then stands quickly and leaves the building, leaving Y/N by herself.

She looks down at the carefully crafted rune in her hand. Pelle had carved this just for her? She blinked. He is even more kind than she originally thought. And quite charming. Her fingers run over the markings. Maybe she’s liked him for a while but refused to acknowledge it. 

She looked up, dreaming about what he’s doing now. His long, wavy hair getting tangled as he runs his fingers through it. How he looks on his knees in the gardens. How skillful his hands are at picking the ripe vegetables. And his eyes. Oh, God, his eyes. She would do anything to have them gaze at her now.

As if her prayer was answered, a figure stood in the doorway of the house. Her head perks up, “Pelle?”

He walks to her quickly, kneeling by her bedside. “Good morning,” he says, setting a plate of food down on her lap, “Please. It’s from me.”

He failed to notice the rune sitting in her lap, now blocked from view by the plate. She nods. “Thank you, Pelle. That was very kind.”

Both of his hands go to her face, cupping her cheeks, “I would do anything for you. You must know that.”

She nods, watching him stand and turn to leave. His voice chips up as he goes, “You must stay here for the day. I’ll fetch you at supper.”

He walks a few more steps before her meek voice chirps up, “Pelle?”

He stops immediately, turning his body around. As he does so, she collides with him, having run from her bed. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him. He’s shocked, pulling back only for a second, before completely melting in her hold. His hands go to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss is heavy, as if years of pining had finally led up to this moment. He pulls away, his smile bright. Both now breathe heavily.

“I shall be back at supper. You’ll wait for me, sunshine?”

“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

He nods at this, leaving the house. 

She moves back to the bed, holding the love rune in thought.

When her eyes do move from the rune, they go to her bed, where a folded paper rests under her breakfast plate. She picks it up as well, opening it.

Inside, a drawing resides. It's Pelle and Y/N sharing a gentle kiss. Under it, a scribbled note:

To today and many more with sunshine, Pelle <3

Her eyes move back to the door in thought.

#midsommar #pelle x reader #midsommar fanfiction #a24 films #The harga #ari aster #pelle imagines #midsommar imagines #Dani Ardor

[vympirestake]

— Pelle Relationship Headcanons

— pelle x reader, sfw relationship headcanons

— no warnings

honestly, with pelle, soft headcannons and general headcannons are basically the same thing

hes so very gentle and caring all the time, feels like he would be damned if you had to worry about anything at all

Pelle strives to make sure you know you are safe with him and that he can be a good partner

even from the beginnings of your relationship he craves domesticity, always wanting to experience the mundane with you

a quiet night in is his dream date

he wants to make dinner with you, watch your favorite movies and shows, and quietly go to sleep with you comfortable and safe in his arms

he absolutely finds a show you two keep up on religiously and he wouldn't dare watch it without you

Pelle definitely has a full closet of comfy sweaters and sweatshirts just so you have something soft to lay on (and if you have sensory issues he's all over going shopping with you to find what you like the feel of)

he always knows exactly how to make you feel better, too

tea? already fixed on the counter

cuddles? he's pulling out his softest shirt just for this and you know he'll gentle run his hand over your back the whole time

CUPS YOUR FACE WHEN HE KISSES YOU

kisses from Pelle make everything feel like it doesn't matter anymore, only the warmth of his hands on your cheeks and the brush of his lips on yours

you can always feel the faintest smile everytime he kisses you, no matter the context or your surroundings

he gives the nicest hugs, I just know it

he just buries his face in your hair, so gently sways you two back and forth, he always wants to make himself feel like your home

king of homemaking over here, he's folding towels and doing dishes like it's his job and all so you don't need to lift a finger

he wants to show he can provide and care! he's so so good for you! you should totally have a baby right now!

definitely always tries to ease the idea of having a family into your life (worst influence in a clothes store--always ends up in the baby isle tearing up over the little shoes)

in public, Pelle is a picture perfect boyfriend

holding your hand, sprinting to open your car door, not complaining about going into another store

has all the little old ladies swooning everytime he holds your arm in the crook of his

he eats it up everytime too, always a soft smile and "my love only deserves the best"

#look how soft he is in his little sweater #god this man ownes me #also not my gif!!! #pelle #midsommar x reader #pelle midsommar #midsommar #pelle x reader #x reader #mine

[crypto-keeper]

HORROR HUSBAND HOEDOWN 2024

That's right friends! It's time, once again, for the Horror Husband competition! Last year I got more engagement than I had anticipated! Awesome! I'm excited to see how things will shake out this year!

This year's offerings:

We begin with the reigning champ (by one or two votes!): HERBERT WEST! In second place, the enigmatic Candyman, Daniel Robitaille! Following them, we see Charles Lee Ray (Chucky), Imhotep (The Mummy), Hannibal Lecter, Frankenstein's Monster, Dracula, Pinhead, John Kramer (Jigsaw), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Pele (Midsommar), Pennywise (IT), The Creature from the Black Lagoon, Leatherface, Brahms (The Boy 1 only), Freddy Krueger, The Babadook, The Leprechaun, and our new meat: Art the Clown!

Round One will shape up as follows:

Links will be sent out as soon as each contest is up! You'll have one week to vote for which gentleman you think would make the BEST HUSBAND of the pair!

As with last year, there will be a tag to follow/blacklist: HHH24

Thank you for your participation, and let the games begin!

THE MATCHES:

Art v. Pennywise

Creature v. Pele

Brahms v. Babadook

Hannibal v. John Kramer

Leprechaun v. Freddy

Pinhead v. Frankenstein's monster

Dracula v. Jason

Leatherface v. Michael

#Horror Husband Hoedown #Horror Husband 24 #HHH24 #Its back again folks! #herbert west #candyman #daniel robitaille #charles lee ray #chucky #pennywise #art the clown #terrifier #the creature from the black lagoon #pele midsommar #midsommar #pelle midsommar #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #the babadook #hannibal lecter #john kramer #jigsaw #saw franchise #leprechaun #freddy krueger #nightmare on elm street #pinhead #hellraiser #frankensteins monster #frankenstein

[darling-i-read-it]

Requested: by anon, Hello hello hello 👋 I just read your new Pelle fic and.. thank you for reviving my Midsommar obsession ❤️ It gave me an idea for a request, too. Something on the creepy vibe (if you're okay with it) with Pelle and a shy reader, like super shy. She can be friends or a sibling of the group (to justify why she's there). He is completely smitten, and she doesn't understand why.

I hope you enjoy love! I hope you don't mind I made it with headcanons, I thought it would flow better. I love doing a subtle creep, the horror fan in my goes wild lol.

You had known grown up as a childhood friend to Mark, which turned into you both going to the same college, which turned into you being friends with his friends

You quickly grown close to Dani, as the only other girl who frequented the boring testosterone filled dinners 

But you had otherwise been friends with all of them, comfortable with being around overnight if you needed to be, to go out drinking and trust them to watch over you if you had a little too much 

Other than that you remained shy and quiet. You had your friends with no real reason as to branch out further than that. You had never been sure if it was a mix of social anxiety or just sheer uninterest but when you were out, you tended to be silent 

The group brought you out of your shell but you had known some of them for years, they had broken down past your walls and been granted access to your personality 

When Pelle came you were unsure how to feel about him

He brought a warm composure with him, as well as a natural need to pry about everyone's lives

You lived in the middle of being unsure with him, never positive if he was too be trusted, never sure if you could believe he was part of the group or not

Pelle on the other hand, was enthralled 

He had never seen someone he so easily wanted to get along with. Was it the challenge of having to get past your natural boundaries? Was it the way your silence indicated a deeper understanding of everything around him? Was it the fact that you were the only person who was suspicious of him, able to see past the expert front he was putting out? 

“She’ll warm up to you,” Mark promised. “She’s just shy. We’ve all known her for like…forever.” Pelle nodded, watching you interact with Dani. You were sitting at the table in the other room. He could only see a sliver of you, a gentle smile and a soft laughter. He ached to make you laugh like that, to make you understand him in the way he wanted to understand you. 

“Yes, yes. I understand being naturally unsure,” Pelle said, though he didn’t mean it. He wished, not for the first time, that he had brought things from home. Things that would loosen you up, things that would get you to talk. 

He truly didn’t think this was wrong. This sinister streak was all he had known. 

“Just don’t take it too personally alright?” Mark asked. He was distracted, on his phone. Pelle looked towards him, watching him. A fool. A natural fool who could never read between the lines. 

“Of course not.” 

Pelle watched you with a natural eagerness, a desire to understand, a desire to completely hold 

He started to do subtle things. Things that you should be able to chalk up to coincidence. Going to the same library as you so that you didn’t have to talk to him but knew he was there. Getting the same coffee order. Always being around when you planned to stop by. 

You wondered if you should consider him a nuisance, stalker or a soulmate. The lines blurred as you saw him more

Finally you started to open up. It was slow. You talked to him, to be polite, but never more than you had to. And then you would answer his questions with longer answers. Then you wouldn’t mind being around him for a longer period of time. 

You couldn’t figure out why he was seemingly so enthralled

“He’s smitten,” Dani explained. She was sitting on the couch beside you, legs up beneath her. You shook your head. 

“He doesn’t even know me,” you argued. She shrugged. 

“I think he knows more than you think. He’s been nice to you right?” You feared that. You feared that he knew more than he was letting on. Something about him said he would observe and absorb. You understood that and you understood how that could be used for less than good reasons. “Just give him a chance. We all like him.” 

“I know, I know. I guess it’s just this gut feeling.” 

It was the pressure from the others that generally sent you into being closer to him. He was so happy to see you more likely to talk to him. You asked him questions about home and he gave you cagey answers. You pressed some of the answers. He never seemed to give you the full picture

He loved that about you

You were smart and you were observant

He was extremely hopeful you would come back home with him. You would see how he lived and you would understand everything. It would all fall into place

Pelle knew how to bide his time and he knew that there was no use in pressuring you. It would undo all of his progress! 

Instead he just let you instinctively become more used to his answers. You would chalk it up to cultural differences. You didn’t want to be rude right? 

He wanted you to be May Queen. He wanted you to stay forever, to be by his side. You would make such a beautiful May Queen, covered in flowers. You would no longer have to hide within yourself. 

“Everyone’s going to Sweden?” you asked. Your voice was always quiet, like you were contemplating staying silent. Pelle nodded. 

“Even Dani, I believe. It’ll be her birthday and she wants to celebrate.” You hardly believed that. Dani surely wanted a distraction from the horrors of her current life. You couldn’t blame her. “You should come. I think you would enjoy my home, as I’ve enjoyed yours.” 

You nodded slowly. You didn’t like long trips, filled with all those new people. It was draining. 

“I’ll have to ask Mark if he thinks I can tag along.” Pelle nodded. 

“I hope you will. It’s beautiful and extremely educational. You might not want to leave.”

#pelle x reader #pelle imagines #pelle x fem!reader #midsommar imagines #black balloons tag

[britany1997]

Hey bestie! looks like requests are open and i was wondering about the boys meeting reader that’s like Pelle from midsommar and their reactions, maybe their intrigued idk. i went on a pelle fic binge and i haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head. Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to do it! Have a great day!

Cult Classic

Hey bestie!! Omg I’d love to write this for you thanks for sending it in! Midsommar is one of my favorite horror movies! Hope you like this!

Poly Lost Boys x GN Reader who’s like Pelle

(Reblogs, likes, and comments much appreciated)

Warnings: teeny bit of angst, darkish (more creepy than anything), small references to a cult

Pre-read by two of my favs: @dwaynesbiboyfriend & @crustyraccoon 🥰

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Paul ground his elbow into Marko’s side.

“Ow! What the fuck man?!” Marko turned to yell at Paul while Dwayne and David rolled their eyes, ignoring the terror twins.

“Sh!” Paul whispered with concern.

Marko stared at the blond vampire dumbfounded, “…did you just shush me?” He asked in disbelief, “Paul if you want to sub tonight just tell Dwayne, you don’t have to be a brat about it.”

“No! That’s not it,” Paul whisper-yelled, before pausing, “well…” he contemplated, “maybe we can revisit that conversation later.”

Marko rolled his eyes.

Paul groaned in exasperation, “just look!” He put both hands on either side of Marko’s head and turned it towards you.

You were sitting on the curb outside the video store, periodically alternating between staring at the four vampires and looking down at the drawing pad in your lap.

You were detailing the design of the curly blond one’s jacket. Which is why you didn’t notice them move until the tall blond one snatched the drawing pad from your lap.

Your gaze shifted to him, and you smiled softly as he narrowed his eyes at the contents of the paper. His friend came to peek over his shoulder

“It’s us,” the curly haired one said, his eyes snapped to meet yours, “why were you drawing us?” He asked with eyebrow raised in suspicion.

By then the other two boys had migrated over to see what the fuss was about. They flanked your sides while the jumpy ones stood in front of you.

You shrugged, still smiling, “you’re interesting.” You stated matter-of-factly. “When I find something of interest, I draw it.”

The curly haired one seemed put off by your answer as he stepped back in discomfort, but the tall blond one didn’t seem to share his concern.

“Well damn sugar, you’re lookin’ real interesting yourself, name’s Paul,” he introduced himself while smirking, “that’s Dwayne, David, and Marko,” he told you while gesturing to each of his friends.

You introduced yourself to them, “I’m new in town, and I don’t know many people yet,” you explained, “so I’m very pleased to meet you all.”

Paul sat next to you and slung an arm around your shoulder, “very pleased to meet you too babe,” he flirted.

You returned his smirk with your same serene smile, before turning to the other boys.

“What about you?” You asked, “have you guys been here long?”

David chuckled, “I suppose you could say we’re old in town,” he explained, smirking as the other boys laughed softly at his little inside joke, “always happy to meet new friends though.”

“Ah so we’re friends then,” you contemplated, “how nice.”

Marko shivered at your tone, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

You eyes snapped to meet his, “cold?” You asked him, your head tilted.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, unable to meet your gaze, “breeze must’ve passed by or somethin’.”

“Hmm,” you hummed as your eyes flicked over his form.

You tore your gaze from Marko to check your watch, “ahh, sorry to leave so soon, but it’s getting late, my family will be worried,” you told them, “I’ll see you around then…right friends?”

“Of course sugar,” Paul promised as he removed his arm from your shoulder.

You tossed them a wave as you walked away.

Dwayne’s eyes flitted to the many faces peppered along the boardwalk, “too crowded,” he mumbled, “can’t go after them. dammit,” he grit, “I hate losing a meal.”

David rolled his eyes, “always thinking with your stomach huh big boy?” He mocked, “let’s toy with them for a little,” he suggested, coming around to Dwayne’s side, “you know how much I love to play with my food.”

Dwayne turned his head to peck David’s lips, “and how could I ever deny you your fun?” Dwayne asked, with a smirk stretched across his face.

“Yes!” Paul shouted, “you know I’m always down for a good time,” he waggled his eyebrows, “besides, Marko, won’t you like having another artist around for a little while?”

When Paul’s question was met with silence, the boys turned to glance at Marko. His arms were wrapped around himself, and his eyes were trained on the ground as he shook his head.

“I say we just eat ‘em,” he mumbled, “there’s something off about them,” he looked up, “I can’t explain it, I don’t know what it is, they just seem…unsafe.”

David laughed darkly, “unsafe? Please.” His eyes narrowed as he moved forward to pull the curly haired vampire up by his collar, “we’re. vampires.” He spit, “we are the definition of unsafe. Don’t be a child.” David tossed him back, “I’m the leader. We do what I say, and I say we play with them. Let’s go.”

David and Dwayne walked towards their bikes as Marko kicked at the ground in frustration. Paul came up behind him, placing a hand on Marko’s arm.

“Hey,” he started, “you ok bud?”

“Yeah,” Marko muttered, wrenching his arm from Paul’s grip, “fine.” He mumbled as he stomped towards his bike.

A couple weeks passed and you’d charmed each of the boys.

You’d spent many nights smoking with Paul. He’d been more than happy to try shrooms with you when you’d offered. The memory of him sprinting around the cave away from his hallucination of a ten foot David, never failed to make you smile.

You’d traded books of poetry with Dwayne. You offered him The Wasteland, while he’d gifted you the works of Emily Dickinson.

You’d spent hours listening intently to David’s stories of his life and upbringing. He was happy to have a quiet presence to absorb his many ramblings.

You’d gotten to know all the boys, all except Marko.

Everytime you’d tried to get close to him, he’d seemed to slip away. When you searched for him at the cave, he was nowhere to be seen.

Yet tonight, there he was, sketching away on the lip of the fountain in the sunken hotel. You peered over his shoulder. “That’s beautiful,” you told him.

He jumped back in shock at your words, “thanks,” he mumbled, flipping the cover of his sketch book closed.

You sat down beside him, “are you afraid of me?” You asked bluntly, “you never seem to be around when I visit.”

Marko shot you a disgusted look, “I’m not afraid of anything,” he spit.

You smiled softly, “not even David?” You questioned softly.

Marko leapt up from his place beside you, “what?” He whispered through gritted teeth.

Your serene smile never left your face, “you sacrifice your will for his own, you all do,” you observed.

Marko glared hatefully, “you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled.

“Ah but it’s ok Marko,” you assured him, “you love him.”

Marko hugged himself, and stared at the ground.

“Do you ever wonder though,” you pondered, “if he loves controlling you, more than he loves you?” You asked, your head tilted.

“Do you fear that his love for you is temporary? That you’re only a passing fancy? Do you fear what he’ll do when he tires of you?” You whispered.

Marko backed away from you in shock, “you’re the passing fancy.” He spoke seriously, “and you should be afraid of what he’ll do to you. What I’ll do to you,” he threatened.

You smiled back, “I’d love to introduce you to my family sometime my friend,” you offered, “there are no power structures among us, only love.” You explained, “don’t you want to be loved Marko? Don’t you want to be part of a family?”

“I have a family,” Marko assured you, “and you are not my friend. I don’t care if you hang around the others, but you stay the fuck away from me.” He ground out, storming off.

You smiled as he walked off, he’d come around, they always did.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Note: this probably needs a part two lol, somebody I’ll stop writing fics that need multiple parts…someday

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[dooskkii]

hello midsommar nation

#midsommar #pelle midsommar #pelle

[yopigeonflyerjo]

Flower crown

Pelle x f!reader

You unexpected that Pelle would like to make a flower crown for you...

TW: manipulation, sect, cult, sexual content, stalking, ritual shit, mention of Christian

You could smell that Dani and Christian breaking up is only matter of time. Even fact that Christian prove that he can be great and caring boyfriend you saw how they simply don’t match each other. You talked about that with both, your brother and Dani but they just decide to ignore that and get back to hurting each other. After all that was none of your bussines. You decided to focus on this trip. Place was breathtaking, an as a history buff you couldn’t not try to get some extra information from villagers. You talked with Pelle a lot during this few days, but it was nothing more than friendly talk. You would never admit that you had crush on your big brothers friend. You never really met as sweet and kind man as Pelle. But how could you try ro hit on him? You were inly little sister of his mate… it was noticeable that he treated you different, like you were more vulnerable, but you assume that he saw you as his little sister. God how wrong you were. You decide to join women in one of the cottages. First thing that you perceive when you walked to the kitchen was ginger girl that had something to your brother. That idiot didn’t notice this yet, but you and Dani for sure did. She was making some kind of flower crown on coroner of the room, you observe her for a while  - She is preparing… she may be this years May Queen…- you herd sof voice right next to your ear. Pelle was standing really near. You could feel his breath - Cornflowers and roses... She will look beautifull - It took him a while to answer - I think you should also make your own crown, who knows maybe you will be chosen…- You were surprised by this answer - Really someone from outside can be May Queen? - People of this village really astochonised with how open for others they were - Anyone can be May Queen darling, I think that sunflowers and chamomile would really emphasize your beauty… Come with me, since its your first time I will help you with that…- he just turned around and go towards the meadows. You had weird feeling when you two were leaving village. There were burning, sharp eyes penetrating your back. You two didn’t really talk during this short walk. After climbing on a hill for a while you saw a great meadow, surrounded by flowers. The flowers spread very thickly, it didn't look natural here. View on the mountains was mesmerizing, and in full sun this place looked like a dream. So did Pelle who without a word started to picking flowers - As I said, sunflowers and chamomile… that would look on you amazing, but there… snowdrops- he said clearly pensive - Thats really weird… its almost summer…- and without hesitation he pick flowers - Aren’t they… protected? - you asked. He didn’t even looked at you, but in silence start to making a crown. His movements were smooth and precise. It was hypnotizing to watch how he bind more and more sophisticated knots. You just seat in front of him and observe. After a while he finished, you looked with recognition on this flower masterpiece - It’s an lovely flower crown…- you said as he put in on your head.

Still in silence he fixed crown on your head, and hist hand passed over your cheek, and after that lips. Pelle touched them and you were just paralyzed by shock. He kissed you, after the shock wore off did you decide to kiss back. The feeling of his lips on yours filled you with euphoria, and something you've never felt so clearly before. Desire. His hands slowly moved to your hips. He squeeze them. After a moment, he pulled away from your lips and you gave him a reproachful look - I shouldn’t do that… you are my friends sister and you are younger…- His grip eased. Maybe if you could think clear you would notice that  it sounded a bit artificial - No, I want it as much as I do, and you really think that Christian can cay something bit it?-You said touching his cheeks tenderly. For a moment you saw hesitation, so you just kiss him. Pelle saw it as corset, so his hands were on your waist again. You tangled your hands in his hair and gently tugged it. Pelle moaned softly, and start to slowly unbutton your shirt. After a while, the top of your outfit was lying on the grass. He took off his shirt and gently placed it on grass, knowing what she meant you laid down on shirt. Pelle hovered over you, leaning on his arms and keeping eye contact, he asked, - Are you sure you want this?- Exactly as assumed, this question cleared all your doubts - Yes Pelle, I want you- He didn't need anything else, Pelle slowly started rubbing you through the fabric of your pants. You started tooking off his pants. Pelle’s hand started to massage your breasts as he gently pushed himself into you. On the beginning you felt pain, Pelle waited. He softly kissed your neck, when you slowly start to moving your hips, gradually Pelle began to move. Pleasure like you've never felt flooded your mind and body. It was your first time, so you didn’t need much time to finish. Pelle sighed as your body began to tremble more and more. You moaned Pelle’s name as you felt your strength fall away, after a while he ended up on your stomach. He collapsed next to you, breathing deeply, kissing you passionately. Pelle hugged you and you snuggled into his side. Maybe if it wasn't for the lust that was just beginning to leave your body, you would have noticed a few pairs of eyes watching you and Pelle closely.

#pelle x reader #midsommar #slasher fandom #pelle midsommar #ariaster #horror movie #cult #smut

[horrorsmashorpass]

#smash or pass #smash or pass poll #poll #tumblr polls #midsommar #pelle

[alexmelrose4]

what a silly lil guy, he looks like a person who would never be able to do any harm

#traditional art #doodlies #art #pelle #midsommar

[highwayorgantrade]

A Little Distraction

Pairing: gn!reader x Pelle

Word Count: 559

Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Pure fluff. Cursing. Reader is mentioned having like chin length/longer hair.

Summary: It's cold as fuck. Fr.

A/N: So, I know this character isn't nearly as popular as Carlisle, but I have an insane thirst for this man that just must be quenched. Also I don't know if it's unreasonably cold where y'all are, but here in the south, we're struggling. So, I came up with this little one shot/drabble while crying myself to sleep under 3 blankets.

When Pelle looked up from his sketchbook, he wished he could have taken a picture of what you looked like. A throw blanket was wrapped around your shoulders, and it was obvious that you were never giving his hoodie back. A solid pout was stuck on your face, and he would have laughed if you didn't look so pissed off.

"It's cold." You grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

"Pants might help." He quipped, setting his book and pencil on the stand next to the bed you two shared, and sat up to take in the sight better.

Ugh, pants?

It was freezing, and the wood floors and the thin walls of your apartment did not make your situation better. In the ten seconds you spent outside, the cold has gone past your skin and had infected your bones, you had tried eating hot food, and a scalding shower still hadn't drawn out the bite. But you would rather perish from the cold than wear pants to bed. You rolled your eyes at him, and gasped, a merciless smile replacing the pout.

"Don't you dare." He warned quietly. "Stay away from me."

You stalked your way closer to the bed, completely ignoring his warnings.

"I'm just getting into bed, Pelle, why are you so uptight?" You feigned innocence, but you both knew what you were about to do. He watched you with a close eye, calculating your movements. You got into bed, and as if on instinct, he stretched his arm out so you could lay your head on his chest.

"You're so warm." You cooed, running your hands over his shirt.

"Yes, my love, and I would like to stay that way, so please-." Pelle couldn't finish his sentence before you latched your feet on his upper thigh. "Oh, you little demon!" He tried to push you away, but it was no use. He sighed in defeat as you moved yourself as close to him as you could, sliding your hand under his shirt.

"The neighbors would think you were getting murdered from the way you cry." You taunted, deciding to push your limits a little more. Not that Pelle was ever the type to get angry, he would always go along with your little games. You had asked him once if you were annoying, and he had laughed, engulfed you in a tight hug, and kissed the top of your head before answering, "Absolutely."

"And yet I survive." He lifted your chin so you could look up at him, but you kissed him before he could pull you in. His facial hair scratched lightly against your face, and you smiled into the kiss. You shifted your weight on top of him, and his hands rested on your waist. When you pulled back, he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Don't even tell me to get up, because it's not happening." You warned, and he chuckled while circling his thumbs on your thighs.

"Well, I would love to stay here, but," He glanced toward the open suitcases on the floor. "We have to finish packing."

"No, five more minutes." You groaned, and let your head fall into his chest.

"Min kärlek, I promise, my family will love you." He patted your thigh, and hooked your chin with his finger. "Come on, Sweden is waiting for you."

#pelle imagine #pelle x reader #pelle midsommar #slashers

[tenderlambkin]

The "please ruin my life" crew 🥵

On the lookout for new additions btw 🥴❤️‍🩹 I love when people do these because I find similar characters (and ppl with similar tastes to follow!) through the tags.

#Darius Andaron Saga #Eddie Gluskin Outlast Whistleblower #Tohru Adachi Persona 4 #Father Gascoigne Bloodborne #Pelle Midsommar #Vaas Montenegro Far Cry 3 #Strade Boyfriend To Death #Hyakunosuke Ogata Golden Kamuy #White Mask Varre Elden Ring #I am the only mf stanning Darius on tumblr 😩 The most obscure niche blorbo I'll ever have and I didn't even play the fucking rom hack #I just watched a friend (thx fucker) play through it and barked every time that high functioning sociopath slid onto the screen 😳

[darkcrowprincess]

Midsommar has a happy messed up ending because I say so and its fictional. If I think Dani is happy in the cult. Let me think shes happy.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#horror movies #horror #movies #midsommar #dani ardor #pelle #dani x pelle

[heylo35]

🥵 that's not all that's wet sir! 🫠

#vilhelm blomgren #pelle #midsommar #a24 films

[darling-i-read-it]

The Pairing

Pelle x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: not edited because who can be bothered, midsommar type things (cult, murder, people mysteriously going missing, a weird pairing ritual that includes murder, mentions of dani's trauma, mention of incest), I tweaked the plot a bit to fit the request

Author’s Note: Helly dear I hope you enjoy this! I left it open ended because I figured it was safe to leave the reader up to what they would do. Personallllyyyy I think after trauma bonding I could be swayed into a weird marriage lol. Enjoy(?)

Requested: by anon, Hi! Since you still write for Midsommar (which makes me very happy 🥳) and I saw your requests are open... I got one. The reader is friends with the group, she's Dani's best friend, and of course Pelle has a thing for her, he always tries to make any sort of excuses to touch her. She's invited to Sweden along the rest, and she's tricked into a sort of ritual where it's "decided" that Pelle and her are to be married. When she finds out she's mad and she wants to leave. Then you decide how to end it. Like she stays? She escapes? Is she kidnapped? You choose.❤️❤️❤️ I basically just found your blog, and I read almost all your work, and I love it! You're a great writer 👏

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“Do you remember Pelle?” Dani asked. You looked up from your phone. She was sitting on her bed, against the wall, arms wrapped around herself as she thought. Her phone had been recently discarded on the bed. You were sitting at her desk chair. You thought about Pelle, the gentle guy with the gentle smile. 

“Yeah sure. He’s nice. Why?” You meant he was nice in that he was nicer than the rest of Christian’s friends. They were okay but they were guys and tended to act that way no matter who was around. 

“He’s invited me to Sweden with him and the others.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“They’re going to Sweden?” 

“Pelle lives there,” she explained. “He’s going home and everyone else is going to visit where he lives. It’s supposed to be some kind of commune or something.” You sat up, putting your phone down. 

“Are you going?” She shrugged. 

“I don’t know if he wants me there. Christian, I mean. I don’t know if he just invited me to be polite.” 

“You said Pelle invited you.” 

“Well he seemed happy I was going but I don't really know him. I mean, he talks to you more than he talks to me.” You shrugged. You and Pelle had been friendly through the semester, simply because you go whenever Dani wants you to and Christian drags his friends around like dead weights. You narrowed your eyes at her, unsure what she was getting at. 

“Do you want to go?” 

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I should get out of the house right?” You nodded. 

“I think it’s a good opportunity. I mean, Sweden! That’s so cool.” 

“Pelle extended the invitation to you as well,” Dani explained. You raised an eyebrow. You didn’t know the others that well and you knew Christian about as well as anyone knows their best friend's boyfriend. “You don’t have to come but I think I would be more comfortable if you were there too. I’m not sure how I’m going to react and I don’t know Christian’s friends that well and I don’t know the place and-”

“Relax Dani. When is it? I’ll check my schedule.” She grabbed her phone and started to scroll through, looking through the dates. 

“We’d get there on my birthday.” You smiled a bit. 

“That’s perfect. I didn’t think you should spend your birthday here anyway.” You shrugged. “I’ll go. I mean, I should probably look at how much it’ll cost and stuff but it could be fun. Right?” You didn’t deny how nice it would be to spend more time with Pelle, this time on his home turf. 

“Really?” You nodded, shrugging. She smiled easily, shoulders dropping the tenseness. 

“Yeah Dani. It’s for your birthday, how about that?” 

-

Pelle grabbed your hiking backpack as you approached the car. The drive was supposed to be over four hours and you were all stuck in the same van, along with all your luggage. You weren’t exactly excited for the overwhelming boy aura that would come along with it. 

“Thank you,” you said, gently. He nodded once, a kind smile on his face. 

“Of course. I’m so glad you could come,” he expressed. 

“Me too! It’s so exciting to see your home.” He shut the back of the car. Everyone else had gotten into their spots in the car. You called shotgun the second you got off the plane and you were grateful for it. Dani was squished in the back beside Christian, her window already down for some air. The sticky hot air was indicative of a nice morning turning into a nice day. You hoped this car had air conditioning. “Is there anything I should know? I’m sorry I don’t know a lot of Swedish, other than what you taught me.” 

Pelle had been giving you words here and there, trying to get you to pronounce things correctly. It was kind of a lost cause but it was fun regardless. 

“It’s probably going to be foreign at first. There are some things Americans aren’t exactly used to.”

“Like what?” “It’s easier for you to just see. But I assure you, you’re always safe.” He walked to the front of the car. You stood there a moment longer, unsure why you would need to worry about your safety. You pushed it out of your head, walking to the passenger seat. “Everyone buckled in?” Pelle asked, turning the car on. 

There was a chorus of yeah’s, followed by a couple seat belts buckling in. You adjusted to be comfortable in your seat and prepared for the drive. 

“Keep your hands, arms and feet inside at all times,” you joked. “The show is about to begin.” 

-

The hike to Pelle’s home was nice, if not a bit hot. Eventually you found yourself settled into beds, backpacks finally down, feet resting. You were itching for a shower but didn’t want to ask about it. You had been showered with kindness, large slightly unnerving smiles and flower crowns. Pelle sat beside you in the grass as everyone started to explore. They found themselves in their own bubbles, the dancers and the educators. Even Dani was able to find some sort of place alongside those who were making dinner. You kept a keen eye on her, just in case. 

The sun not going down tripped up your inner clock. It had to be closer to midnight than it was to midday. 

“This place is beautiful,” you admitted and you meant it. The sense of disconnect from the rest of the world was somewhat jarring. You could tell how someone could enjoy a life out here. “I can’t imagine why you’d ever leave.” Pelle smiled gently. He was leaning back on the palms of his hands. You picked at the overgrown grass under your fingertips. 

“It’s slightly limited,” he assured you. “I wanted to see what the rest of the world had to offer.” You shrugged. 

“Then decided to come back?”

“This is my home,” he said wistfully. 

“Home is where the heart is.” He nodded once. You looked back towards him, squinting in the sun. He seemed used to it, like it had no effect on him. “That was cheesy.”

“But true!” he promised. “Things are cheesy for a reason.” You laughed a bit. 

“I think that's a classic,” you argued. He shook his head. “When does the sun set?” 

“I thought I told you earlier that it doesn’t.” He leaned forward and gestured to the blue sky. “The midnight sun can go for days. Sometimes just a day, depending on the time of year.” You nodded, opening your mouth to ask another question when Ingemar approached the two of you. 

“Good evening,” he said happily. 

“It’s evening?” you scoffed. “See, this whole thing is messing with my inner clock. You got a wristwatch?” Both men shook their heads. You weren’t sure why you even asked. They probably still used the stick in ground timing method out here. Or maybe they didn’t even care and simply went about their days as thought time didn’t matter at all. You weren’t sure you could ever adjust to that.

“May I sit?” You and Pelle nodded. He sat down beside Pelle, getting comfortable on the hillside. “Are you both ready for the pairing tomorrow?” Pelle gave Ingemar a look. 

“What pairing?”

“It’s silly, really. It’s part of the festival.”

“You haven’t told her?” Ingemar questioned. He laughed, making you feel left out. You weren’t sure why Pelle wanted all of this to be some sort of mystery to you. You wondered if it would lose its charm if you knew what was going to happen. But the pairing sounded somewhat sexual and you wanted to know if you were entering a sex cult or something. 

“After the Attestupa tomorrow the elders make five pairings of people. It’s like…superstition. Whichever pairing seems to be best put together by the end of the festival gets to be married.” You scoffed. 

“Married? Like a legit wedding?”

“As legit as we get around here. There is no paperwork or church to defy,” Ingemar explained. 

“What’s the Attestupa?” you asked. You didn’t want to be insensitive to everything going on but you poked around for the sake of your sanity. 

“Another thing easier seen than said,” Pelle explained. 

“You are being awfully mysterious Pelle. Should I be worried?” He shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

 -

After the Attestupa you were about to leave. Dani’s panic attack, which was justified after the events you had all witnessed, caused you to jump into protective mode. It was too early in her grieving process to be seeing death at all, let alone death right in front of her. It didn’t matter what kind of processes the people here went through, she needed to leave. 

It was Pelle who convinced you both to stay. He apologized, assuring you both that nothing like that would happen again soon. It was part of the world he grew up in and didn’t think he needed to protect you from something he saw as normal. 

You waited for Dani’s go ahead. When she said she would stay, so did you. 

Then came the pairing. 

The elders gathered everyone around the table again. They had a scroll out in front of them and you stood next to Dani, teetering back and forth on the balls of your feet. Pelle assured you there would be no deaths here. This was about the rebirth of those who had just died, the children that would be had from the couples paired together. You looked around, wondering which people had been waiting for this their entire lives. 

Then your name was called. 

Pelle and you. 

Ingemar and Connie. 

Then other names you didn’t know, people that had lived here their whole lives. Your eyes were still bursting out of your head from the time they brought you and Pelle up, gave you intertwining floral headgear and showed you to one of the private cabins. 

Simon was still yelling from outside about Connie, wanting to drag her away, unsure of the reason she had been chosen. Dani watched you go but couldn’t grab you. She wanted to give you a thumbs up but didn’t have the heart to, unsure if you were going to die the second you were away from her eyeline. 

When you were inside the cabin you took off the flower crown. You placed it on the bed halphazerdly., turning to Pelle. 

“Okay, what the fuck is this?” you questioned. “Ingemar has a crush on Connie and now they’re paired together? What is this Pelle? Please.” He approached you and you didn’t back away. You still felt safe with him, even after all the things that had happened. You truly believed he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“It’s not like that, I promise.” He put his hands on your arms, trying to center you. “They pair up some of the visitors every Midsommar,” he assured you. “I had no idea it would be you and I or Connie and Ingemar. They have to pair up some outsiders to avoid any incentuous children, they aren’t doing it from any kind of ill mind.” 

It felt weird. In this room, alone, when you had just been in a group housing situation. You already wanted to see Dani. 

“This is weird Pelle.” 

“I understand it isn’t normal. But they aren’t forcing anything on us, on you. We’ll sleep here but it would be normal, as though we were sleeping a couple feet away in the group house.” 

“So we don’t have to do anything right?”

“There will be a few pair games but those are normal. Like…compatibility games. They aren’t dangerous, I assure you. Do you trust me?” You swallowed hard, meeting his eyes. You nodded slowly. 

“I think so. Yes,” you promised. He nodded. 

“You’re allowed to leave and see Dani and our friends. Don’t worry.”

“What about Simon and Connie?”

“I’m sure Connie and Simon will see each other again soon. There’s no need to worry about them.” You nodded. 

“At least they paired me with you. They could’ve paired me with Christian and I could've drowned him in the toilet or something.” Pelle gave you a small laugh. He put his hand on your arm, softly. 

“Let’s have dinner alright?” You nodded, following him out of your cabin.

-

“So it’s like a game?” Dani questioned. “Why couldn’t they put Christian and I together. Maybe then he’d finally think about marriage.”

“You don’t wanna marry that guy,” you said, shaking your head. You were sitting by the gardens together. Pelle was harvesting some food and you watched, for moral support. “Pelle says it’s like a game. Whoever is most compatible at the end gets married.” 

“Legally?”

“As legal as this all is,” you said. 

“Did you see that Simon left this morning? Without Connie. Hitched a ride,” Dani explained. You shook your head. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. Someone took him in the car into town.” You didn't know the guy well but were surprised. They seemed really close. Engaged, if you remembered. 

“Pelle?!” you called. He turned around, putting the shovel into the dirt. 

“Yes?” 

“Did you hear Simon left?” He shook his head and walked over. He was sweating from the sun. His white baggy shirt clung to his chest. You were grateful again that you were paired with him out of anyone, the slight crush growing with the coincidence. 

“I didn’t. Who told you this?”

“Ingemar,” Dani explained. “When Connie went looking. Do you think Christian would do something like that?” You wanted to scoff and answer honestly. Instead you met Pelle’s gaze and shook your head, lying. 

“I’m sure he wouldn’t.” Pelle extended a hand. 

“Would you like to help me?” 

“Looks like hard labor.” 

“I promise I’ll make it easier. Come.” You reached out and let him help you stand. You glanced back at Dani, who smiled, squinting under the sun.

“You guys are cute. Sure to win best pair.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You get to be the maid of honor.”

“The may queen traditionally get’s that spot,” Pelle explained. You raised your eyebrows to her. 

“Better get your dancing feet ready.”

-

“Have you seen Josh?” Dani questioned. She stood in front of your cabin door, concern lacing her voice. You rubbed your eyes. Pelle had let you sleep in a bit, allowing you to skip breakfast and bringing some back. You shook your head. 

“No. Not since yesterday. Why?” Her jaw set. 

“I can’t find him.” 

“Isn’t the May Queen thing today? I doubt he’d miss that,” you offered. “Plus, I have a compatibility thing today too.” Dani nodded tightly. You were right. Josh would show up eventually. 

“Can you ask Pelle if he’s seen him?”

“Yeah of course. You okay?” She nodded but she had that melancholy look on her face that was hard to read. You weren’t sure if she was just putting up a front or if she was at all settled. You wanted to ask her more questions but she turned slowly and walked towards the main part of the commune. You squinted in the sun. Pelle passed her while he was walking back from wherever he had gone. 

“Are you ready?” he questioned. You nodded a bit. 

“Thanks for letting me sleep in.” 

“Of course. I want you rested.”

“So what do we have to do? Is it like a sack race or something? Who knows each other better? Quick, what’s your favorite color?” He chuckled. He looked down, intertwining your fingers. You let him, though you were suspicious. 

“A tad more serious than that.”

“Pelle…”

“You’ll be fine. I promise.” He was determined to win this one. He had never been chosen for a pairing before but he had seen it happen. The pairs were sent out on the cliff and had to be the last two standing after a scuffle of pushing and shoving. 

Ingemar and Connie were removed, after Connie mysteriously disappeared after causing too much commotion. There were only two more couples. 

Neither were as strong or connected as you and Pelle. 

He just wondered how he would get you up the mountain. Once you were there he had no doubt he could convince you to push for your own self preservation, along with his. 

As Dani took a drink of the special tea before the May Queen dance, you drank some offered by Pelle as you started up the mountain.

#pelle x reader #pelle x fem!reader #midsommar imagines #pelle midsommar x reader #pelle midsommar x fem!reader #black balloons tag