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[whore-for-pelle]

Next Year

Pelle x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: sickness, throwing up, loss of appetite, drugs

Author’s Note: actually i believe in pelle supremacy believe it or not so if any more of you have requests for him just….slide em on over

Requested: by anon, Request, if you want it: Pelle’s girlfriend comes to Sweden but has an adverse reaction to drugs the Hårga use? She gets really sick; high fever, loss of appetite, in and out of consciousness, etc. Pelle was scared his intended was going to die! “But you’re better now! My family and I took such good care of you, so we can go forward with planning our coupling ceremony, my love!” Or some mildly alarming statement thinly veiled as fine. A weird comfort fic. You know Pelle is Like That.)

Summary: the request

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

(not my gif) (pretty boy! pretty boy!)

Pelle was beyond excited for you to come to his home. How pleasing it was to finally have all the things he loved in one place. He knew you would adore it. You had a love for the same things he loved. He even believed you would understand everything that went down and that you possibly had a chance to become May Queen.

But he was thinking much too far ahead.

The two of you sat in the car as he drove, the road bumpy underneath you. Usually he would bring a whole group of people like he had the year before but this time it was just the two of you. He was worried if he brought more than the Hårga would think you were expendable.

Which you were not.

“So what should I expect?” you asked nervously.

“There’s no need to be nervous. Everything will go smoothly, I know it,” he said pleasantly. You looked out the window. It was a sunny afternoon.

“You’re probably right. I just feel the need to make sure everything goes to plan,” you said laughing. He put his hand on your thigh and rubbed with his thumb. You felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach mixing with your nerves. For a moment you were comfortable.

“Everything will go to plan I promise,” he reassured. “And here we are!”

The care came to a sputtering stop. You looked out the window. There were small groups of people over the hills of long blades of grass. Pelle parked the car and both of you got out.

You rubbed your hands together as you looked around. They looked like a nice group of people, just chatting pleasantly. A woman ran up to Pelle and wrapped her arms around him. You waited patiently as Pelle pulled away.

“This is Dani, my sister!” he exclaimed. “Dani, this is my girlfriend Y/N.” You and Dani shook hands. You smiled brightly at her warm gaze.

“Very nice to meet you! Can’t believe someone managed to catch Pelle’s gaze,” he said. You nodded a bit and stepped back.

“Are you here to bring us the mixtures?” he asked her. She nodded a bit.

“I won’t be taking them though. I have back trips,” she explained. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit.

“I’m sorry, you sound very American,” you said. She nodded.

“I am! I came here from America last year and decided to stay,” she told you. She handed Pelle a small baggie of plant type things. You eyed it. “It’s a wonderful place.” You nodded tightly and Pelle gestured to the baggie.

“Shall we?”

“Are you sure?” you asked. He put his hand on your arm.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” You looked at Dani and her comforting gaze and then back at Pelle’s. You swallowed and nodded again.

“Alright. Only if you do it with me.”

====

Just minutes after taking the drugs you started to feel sick. You sat beside Pelle beside a tree in the field of people and your mind started to get fuzzy. Your stomach got queasy and your head started to pound. You grabbed his hand.

Pelle looked over at you worriedly as you held your stomach.

“Are you alright?” His voice sounded far away. You gagged, leaning forward into the grass.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” you said. He tried to grab onto you but his touch felt faint. You felt alone.

You tried to stand and then everything went dark, your legs giving out underneath you.

====

Pelle walked into the room the Hårga were keeping you. He had personally carried you the way over to where the main commune was. He felt terrible that you had passed out and worried. The drugs didn’t affect him as much as they used to and he failed to think about how you may be affected.

He was worried sick but he trusted in his family to keep you safe.

“She is likely just having a bad reaction,” one of the elders told him. She looked down at you as sweat dripped down your forehead. She pressed her hand against your cheek. “She’s got a fever. She will come down in a couple of days at the longest.”

“Are you sure?” Pelle asked. A part of him wanted to take you out to civilization again but he decided against it. His family could take care of you.

“Yes, quite sure.” Pelle grabbed your hand. You were burning up.

“I wish to stay with her. I’ll miss some of the festivities,” he said. She nodded.

“You may.” He nodded and she left the room. He looked down at you. He hated to see you in pain and to think he had helped cause it just tore him apart. He had promised nothing would go wrong but something went wrong immediately.

Your eyes opened. You felt your body ache as you looked around.

“Darling?” he said quietly, leaning over you.

“Pelle?” you spoke, voice dry and crackly. He smiled and brushed his hand over your cheek. Just like that you were out again, asleep before he even got to say anything more.

“You’re alright,” he promised. “You will be alright.”

====

You woke up again the next day. You were still feeling ill and had no appetite but he forced some food down your throat and stayed with you as you came in and out of consciousness.

It was a couple days before you started to feel better. You were walking around and holding down food. Pelle helped you bathe and promised you would be alright again and again.

You rubbed your head and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry we missed most of the festivities,” you said sheepishly. “I wish I could have gone.” He shook his head.

“There are still a couple more left, you’ll get to see them.” He grabbed your hand gingerly, bringing it up to his lips. You brushed your free hand through his soft curly hair.

“I want to go to them then,” you said. He nodded.

“Now that you’re alright you will be prepared for our ceremony,” he whispered. Your eyebrows wrinkled.

“What ceremony?” He shook his head. His mind had wandered.

“You’ll see in due time. You’ll love it,” he promised. He let go of your hand and placed his on your cheeks, cupping your face. You fought a smile. “You are so beautiful.” You shook your head but he kept his palms firmly on you, not letting you move. “You are.”

“Thank you Pelle. And thank you for taking care of me. I wish I hadn’t had such a reaction.”

“It’s alright my darling. You’re going to love it here.” The door to the small room opened and Dani entered. You both looked up at her, Pelle dropping his hands.

“It’s almost time for breakfast. Do you feel well enough to come?” she asked. You nodded.

“I would love to come.” She smiled warmly, grabbing your hand to help you up. She handed Pelle your clothes.

“You can change and meet us out here. Pelle knows the way.” You nodded. “Next year I suppose it will be both of us handing out the herbs without taking them, huh?”

“Next year?”

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Hug

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Danis grief and the things that come with that (crying, heaviness) 

Author’s Note: this was not on my list of things I wanted to write and yet 

I feel held by him okay 

Summary: You and Pelle meet through Dani and Christian (man I suck at summaries) 

Song: Run by Hozier

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

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[whore-for-pelle]

May Queen

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: being indoctored into a cult, murder, suicide, basically the plot of midsommar

Author’s Note: This can be seen as a sequel to ‘Hug’ or it can be read on it’s own!

yeah i was a little excited that you guys wanted this one lol I don’t know if you can tell. I’ve seen this movie enough, it was about time I did something within the events of the film. I also referred to the script so some of the lines will be familiar! I hope you all enjoy!

Requested: by anon, omg your pelle fic wow; would you consider doing a sequel to it that either takes place during the events of the film or just before they arrive at Pelle's commune?

Requested: by anon, I would LOVEEE to see a sequel with pelle cause that was a pretty good fix and I think he deserves a bit more attention, I personally would like to see something happen during the events of the movie just because I think it would be interesting to see but that's just me

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

(not my gif)

“You think that Pelle asked you to go just because I’m going?” Dani asked, messing with her fingers. You were standing beside your bed, packing your suitcase slowly. Dani had already packed; she didn’t like to be unprepared.

“I don’t know...maybe he thought you would enjoy yourself more.”

“You’re acting like I’m the one who’s been dating him for these couple of months,” she told you. She was sitting on the bed, looking up at you. You nodded a bit, putting another pile of clothes inside.

“I know. I guess I’m just nervous. Meeting his whole group, going to where he grew up. I mean. I really like him. What if I fuck it up?” She shook her head and reached over to grab your arm. You looked her in the eyes.

“He really likes you. I can’t remember the last time Christian looked at me the way that Pelle looks at you.” Her eyes were honest. It made you feel bad. You should have gotten her to break up with Christian when you got the chance. But it was too late now; you were all going to Sweden.

“I suppose you’re right. Per usual.” She smiled weakly.

“Finish packing.”

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Pelle almost wanted to tell you about the whole thing. When he was on the plane, it crossed his mind to let you in on the whole scheme of things. The May Queen, the festival, all of it.

But he bit his tongue. That was tradition.

You arrived in Sweden well and took the trek up to where the first stop was. It was beautiful. Truly, it was stunning.

Pelle held your hand the whole way until you arrived at the first spot. There were people around the grassy hills, scattered around. Pelle got out of the car.

“These are other people from America that my friends have brought!” he exclaimed. He gestured to the many people around. You looked around, gazing at the nice afternoon. He grabbed your arm and started to drag you along.

“Hey, don’t rip it off!” you joked and he eased up.

“Sorry, I’m quite excited!” You smiled sweetly at his happiness.

“Me too!” He approached some people and started to introduce them when a man behind you started to yell. You turned around quickly, surprised at the loud noise. Pelle turned around too and his smile only grew.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said and then ran over to the approaching man. They embraced each other, hugging tightly.

“Everyone, this is my brother Ingemar. Ingemar this is Christian, Dani, Mark, Josh and my girlfriend, Y/N,” Pelle said. Ingemar followed where Pelle pointed, shaking hands with everyone. He paid special attention to you, his smile getting wider. You could tell that he and Pelle were related.

“Nice to meet you all. This is Simon and Connie from London,” he said, gesturing to the others behind him. “Simon and Connie this is Pelle and...all the names I just remembered two seconds ago,” Ingemar said laughing. Simon and Connie said hello. “Perfect timing by the way.”

Ingemar pulled out a bag of mushrooms from his pocket. Your eyes went wide.

“We just took these five minutes ago. Haven’t even started feeling the effects yet,” he explained.

“Oh shit!” Mark said, happily.

“Do you all want to take it now or should we get settled in?” Pelle asked.

“Fuck it, let’s take it now!” Mark said. You weren’t too sure about that. You trusted Pelle and everyone of course but in the new environment...it rubbed you the wrong way. Thankfully, Dani turned to speak to Christian about it.

“I think I want to get settled in first.” Christian was about to speak but you cut him off.

“Me too. You guys go and have fun, we’ll keep each other company,” you said. Pelle turned to you.

“Are you sure? I assure you it’s safe,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled kindly and put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I know! I just wanna get settled. Dani and I can handle ourselves, I promise.” He gave you a longer look, just to check that you were alright and then nodded. You turned back to Dani who grabbed your arm desperately.

“Thank you,” she whispered. You nodded.

“No thank you.”

=====

It wasn’t until the next day, Dani’s birthday, that you were able to get on further. You and Dani played some card games that you had brought with you while you waited for the effects to wear off for everyone else.

Christian came over to sleep beside Dani, still high. Pelle came over to you and braided your hair and then unbraided your hair, making very long sentences that didn’t make sense to whisper in your ear.

But when you arrived at the commune it was bright and sunny. Pelle rushed around, hugging people and introducing you and the group to everyone. You were able to get some blankets to sit on the grass, while everyone got their things together.

There was a group of girls dancing around in circles, wearing all white.

“You should go join,” Pelle suggested, gesturing to you and Dani. She shook her head a bit.

“Oh no, I’m too scared,” Dani said sheepishly. You nodded in agreement.

“Maybe another time.” Christian stood up.

“Hey can I join…” he started turning to Pelle.

“You’re American. Just jam yourself in,” he said. Christian nodded and walked away. “I think I’ll join him,” Simon said and was quickly followed by the rest of the group except you, Pelle and Dani. There was a moment of silence as you watched them go.

“Hey, just real quick,” Pelle said, digging for something in his pocket. He took out two pieces of paper and handed them to you and Dani. You both opened them to reveal gorgeously drawn pictures of yourselves wearing flower crowns. “For you Dani, think of it as a birthday present. For you Y/N, I imagine it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh Pelle,” Dani said. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” you asked, brushing your finger over it. He smiled and shrugged.

“Just a thank you.”

“Well thank you for it,” you said. “I got Dani a new sweater. Christian forgot.” Pelle raised his eyebrow and you shared a look.

“I forgot to tell him...it’s my fault,” Dani explained. You shook your head.

“I tend to disagree,” you muttered. You folded the picture back up and put it in your pocket. You put your head on Pelle’s shoulders “But I think Christian is rude.”

“Perhaps you are too judgemental,” Pelle mused. “But I tend to agree with you regardless.” You and Dani laughed a bit. “We should probably go and catch up with them in case they get lost.”

=====

You got settled in in one of the large buildings, plenty of beds against the walls. Pelle was on the bed to your right while Dani slept on the one to your left.

“All right, beauty rest! Tomorrow’s a big day!” Pelle announced. You had one of the books you had brought open on your lap but you looked up at him.

“What’s tomorrow?” you asked.

“First of the big cerinomines,” he said mysteriously.

“So you’re just going to be weird and cryptic?” Josh asked, laughing a bit. Pelle pauses and then took Josh's notebook, writing something inside. You made an attempt to look but it was not a word that you recognized.

“What’s that?” Christian questioned. Pelle shrugged and laid down in his bed. You faced him, on the bed beside him.

“What is it?” you whispered to him. He gave you a teasing smile.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I will come over there and tickle it out of you,” you threatened. He chuckled and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. But he put his arm back behind him, reaching across the space between your two beds.

You grabbed it and rubbed his knuckles anxiously.

=====

There was a very odd breakfast the next day but you tried not to judge. You wanted to really appreciate Pelle’s culture and understand it. He had admired you for your understanding and he knew you would make an effort.

That’s why he chose to love you.

You were the obvious choice.

After that you walked out to a cliffside where most of the people were already out and lined up. You were curious to find complete silence. Everyone was silent as it happened and you were able to do nothing but watch as these two elderly people stood up on top of the cliff.

When the first person, a woman, jumped, you grabbed Pelle, putting your hand in front of your mouth. He grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you but it didn’t change the look of serenity on his face.

Simon was standing next to Ingemar yelling as the man approached the cliffside.

You had your face in Pelle’s arms. You were shaking.

“It is the way of life,” he whispered to you. Simon was still screaming. Another elder was talking to him and you could feel Pelle want to move toward them but he stayed beside you. “It is our way of recycling them and their gifts.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head a bit. You met Dani’s eyes. She wasn’t showing much emotion other than shock. You didn’t blame her.

“They’re dead,” you whispered. He nodded and put his hands on your upper arms.

“And it is an honor to have died that way.” You weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted to be understanding, to try and understand him and his ways. You would want that from him. But he should have prepared you more for that.

You walked over to Dani and walked beside her on the way back to the houses.

=====

“I’m leaving,” Dani said.

“I don’t blame you.” She was already packing a bag. You sat down on your bed, head in your hands. You took a deep breath and leaned back on the bed.

“Are you coming with me?” she asked. Her voice was shaking. She was clearly shaken up by all of this.

“No,” you muttered. “I’m not leaving Pelle yet.”

“Not even after that?” Her voice was quiet but it was urgent. You shook your head a bit.

“I just have to talk to him. He should have warned us more, of course but....it’s what he’s been raised to believe is normal. I don’t think I should think of it as a bad thing.”

“We just watched people die!” You stood up off the bed and put your hands on your upper arms, steading her.

“You can go home and I will not blame you. In the slightest. I just think I should stay longer,” you told her. She nodded solemnly. She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and nodded again.

=====

Before bed that night Pelle approached you. You were standing outside of the bed house, leaning against it to try and clear your thoughts. You almost completely ignored him but in the end you locked eyes with him as he approached.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you adequate warning,” he said sympathetically. He grabbed your hand and held it. “I thought you would understand but I know now that it was wrong of me to assume.” You shook your head quickly.

“I understand it was just...a shock,” you muttered. He nodded and kissed your forehead softly.

“You are completely safe here. I want you to know that.” He looked you in the eyes when he said it. You believed him. You nodded back and gestured to the house.

“Let’s get some shut eye huh? And maybe warn me if we see another person...you know.” You made a slicing gesture across your neck. He laughed gently and nodded, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you inside.

=====

Dani walked up to you, still distraught but less so. You were standing beside Pelle the next day as he kneeled in front of the ground picking some vegetables. You turned to her as she walked up, ready to handle whatever she was about to throw at you.

“Hey,” you said, taking the step away from Pelle and toward her.

“Hi. Did you see Simon left without Connie?” she asked. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head.

“Seriously? What a dick.” She clearly felt a little bit off put by it so you lowered your voice. “You think it’s weird?” Dani nodded a bit.

“I don’t know...it’s a little weird. They seemed so close.” You nodded. They did seem close.

“I don’t know...something to keep in mind I suppose.” She nodded quickly in agreement.

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Dinner that night was simple pastries. You were pleased. The last food they had given you wasn’t your kind of taste. You sat between Pelle and Dani again.

“Have you seen Connie?” Dani asked you quietly. You shook your head.

“Excuse me but I know what happened,” a man sitting beside Mark said. “Her boyfriend called the landline from the train station. She begged us to drive her so we took her down to the station.” You nodded slowly, glancing at Pelle. He shrugged, seemingly in agreement.

“Why would Simon leave without her?” you asked quietly.

“I can see you doing that,” Dani muttered at Christian. You wanted to laugh so you turned to Pelle, sneaking a smile. He shrugged with a smile on his face also.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christian asked.

“Nevermind.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Pelle said quietly, so only you could hear. You ate a bite of the pastry proudly.

“You’re damn right.”

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One of the important books was stolen that night. They announced it at breakfast.

“Where is your friend Josh?” one of the elders asked, after breakfast. You, Christian, Dani and Pelle all stood in front of the two elders, caught like a deer in headlights.

“I know. We have no idea,” Christian said.

“He and your other friend disappear in the same day. You understand how that looks.”

“Yes obviously, but we swear to you we are not a part of this,” Christian said. Dani shuffled a bit.

“We did see Mark go off with one of the girls last night,” she said.

“Which girl?”

“Inga,” Pelle said.

“But Mark wouldn’t have done this. Josh, though, he came to bed with us, and when we woke up, he was gone. And if he did take that book, I just pray you understand we do not identify as friends of his, or collaborators, or anything. I certainly don't vouch for him and we'd be so embarrassed to be connected to this in any way,” Christian explained.

“I feel responsible,” Pelle said. The elders nodded a bit.

“Well you and Odd can go looking. Perhaps you can redeem them,” one of the elders said. You didn’t want Pelle to leave. You didn’t like it when you were separated here. You believed him when he said you were safe but...it was still a little odd. “You two will be going with the women for the day’s activity,” he said to you and Dani. “And Siv asks to see you in her house,” she said to Christian.

You glanced at Pelle as he left. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, almost saying ‘do well!’.

=====

You and Dani got dressed in white shirts with flower crowns. It made you a tad bit nervous but at least you had her.

She gestured to the drink they were handing out. Cups had been given to both of you to drink it.

“Can I ask what’s in this?” Dani asked one of the girls.

“It’s...tea for the dancing competition.” You raised an eyebrow but took a glass anyway. Dani looked back at you and you shrugged.

“I’ll beat you,” you muttered.

“Try me.”

You both took drinks of the tea.

Your head became fuzzy the second it hit your throat. You hadn’t taken those drugs before hand and you almost didn’t want to do it now but it was already done. Your feet were moving along with the girls, tossing bodies left and right it felt like.

You lost sight of Dani very quickly.

You were running and jumping and laughing until the elder lady yelled to stop then you kept dancing.

Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.

Dancing.

It seemed to go on forever. Your mind was hazed, your head hurt, your glances were so quick they gave you whiplash. You were smiling brightly when they announced they were down to the final eight. You finally saw Dani again, in the eight with you.

All of the fallen dancers had sat off on the side. You saw Christian, looking hilariously out of place. And Pelle.

Your heart swelled with love for Pelle. You could barely know anything else for a moment as you stared at him.

You couldn’t see it but in that moment, Dani believed she learned how much she hated Christian.

Then more dancing.

People were speaking and then it was just you and Dani, holding hands, dancing around in a circle, tired and out of breath. She stared at you and a smile went over her face as she held your hand.

And then she tripped. You stopped dancing and someone ran up to you, putting their hands on your shoulder.

“It’s over?” you asked.

“You are our May Queen!” they yelled. You were still hazzed. Each face looked the same. The people running up to you were strangers but you felt nothing but warmth for them. They placed a different flower crown atop your head.

Pelle ran up to you smiling brightly.

“Wow! May Queen, my love!” he said, giving you a strong kiss, both his hands resting on your cheeks. You were smiling brightly and then he was gone. You didn’t want him to go.

They carried you on a platform to a dinner table where you sat at the head, Dani beside you and Pelle on the other side as usual.

One of the elders stood at the end of the dinner.

“Now it is traditional for the May Queen to bless our crops and livestock. And after the luck you just inherited from that salt herring, we should all be doubly encouraged.” You looked around nervously.

“Can Pelle come with me?”

“No. The Queen must ride alone.”

You were starting to come to your own and realize how crazy this all was. How did you get here? How would you get out of here? You found yourself hoping you didn’t get out of here though. This felt like home. Some form of home. As you walked to the carriage you saw a glimpse of the pride on Pelle’s face.

It made you immensely happy.

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They made you do a ritual in Swedish and you did your best with the limited knowledge of the language you knew. You went to Siv’s house, where she blessed you. You wondered where Dani was. You hoped she was alright. You should have let her become the May Queen. You should have let her win, just so you knew she was alright.

The women left you alone for only a moment where they ushered Pelle into the house with all of the beds where you were. He was still smiling that bright smile as he rushed up to you, hugging you tightly to him.

“You have no idea the amount of honor and pride you have brought to me. I am so very proud of you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You tried not to get too flustered with your smile in return.

“So I get my picture up on that wall?” you questioned. He nodded pleasantly.

“Yes you will!” He kissed you passionately and you let him, allowing him to dip you a bit. “And you will be allowed to stay here, with the family.”

You didn’t even react. You didn’t feel the need to.

“With you?”

“Yes of course. You will be mine and I will be yours.”

You nodded happily.

“Where is Dani?” you asked.

“She is alright, she’s with the other women preparing. She is also going to stay.” You wanted to laugh of joy with that. “It is time for the final of the ceremonies,” he told you. “You will finally be able to give Christian what you think he deserves, if you wish it.”

He placed an even larger flower crown atop your head.

“And a dress as well, to fit a Queen.”

He gestured to the large flower dress in the room you hadn’t even noticed. He kissed you once more.

“It is time for the final ceremony. I’ll help you put on the dress. Are you ready?” he asked. He looked at you patiently. You nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

[whore-for-pelle]

can I please ask for a Pelle imagine where Pelle is telling his "kids"(the community children and his biological ones) how him and Yn met (their "mamma") .I was thinking he'd tell his in a fairytale style. what do you think?

A/N: I love him so so much. I also have a date tonight and I’m so fucking nervous. I’ve been out with them before and we’ve been talking for a while; we just haven’t seen each other in a while and it makes me nervous. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Pure fluff and love

word count: 660 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

“What are you doing, Papa?” A soft voice asked the male as he continued trimming the lavender and sage in the garden bed. Turning around, he saw his daughter who looked up at him with bright eyes much like yours. 

“Just fixing up the garden, what are you doing?” He asked, poking her stomach gently, watching her laugh before she fiddled with the hem of her dress. 

“I was helping Momma with the laundry but I got bored.” She informed him, watching as her two brothers and a few other kids ran towards them. “Can I ask you something?” Her eyes went back to Pelle’s who watched the other kids draw near. 

“Whatever it is that you want to do, ask your mother first.” He said to her, watching her shake her head as the other children came to a halt by them, panting and red in the face from running around. “How did you meet Momma?” She asked, watching as Pelle bit back a smile. Pelle looked over to where you were, watching you clean more of the white laundry and chatting away with another woman. You looked up briefly, catching his eyes before smiling to him lovingly; he hummed proudly. 

“Alright gather around and listen well because I’m only telling this story once,” He told the children who all sat down in the grass. His daughter clambered into his lap, playing with his hands as he cleared his throat to speak. “You’re mother was kept away from me for a long time before I finally got to hold her.” He started, watching the kids stare at him in wonder. 

“We were younger then, and she was as beautiful as ever. She had the kindest heart and the brightest smile that would light up the room when she walked in.” The kids all let out a ‘wow’ or ‘whoa’ at his words and he laughed at their reactions. “But,” he said, holding up a finger, “Her eyes were sad.”

“Why were they sad, Papa?” One of your boys chimed in, the other nodding in question. 

“The man she was with didn’t treat her good. He never payed her attention and often times broke her heart with his words and actions.” Pelle remembered all the times you used to call him crying, telling him that your boyfriend was cheating on you, again. “I knew I had to save. I had to make her eyes bright with the love and happiness that only I could give her.”

A few of the kids went ‘aww’ and Pelle laughed gently, looking down to his daughter in his lap that held the same happy eyes that you had today. “So, I saved her, defeating the beast of a man who only wanted to hurt her.”

“What did you do to him, Papa?” One of his boys asked excitedly, the other saying a soft ‘yeah’ in agreement. “Did you cut his head off? Did you stab him in the heart?”

Pelle shook his head at his children’s wonder. “You don’t need to worry about how I defeated him, just know that I did.” The boys whined in defeat. Pelle still could hear the screams coming from the man as he and a few of the village people helped tear his skin from his bones before setting him on fire. 

“Keep going, what happened after you saved her?” One of the village children asked. 

“I brought her here. I took care of her, made her happy and eventually had a few children along the way,” he grinned, tickling his daughter in his lap, her laughter loud enough to make you wonder what he was telling them. 

“Are her eyes bright, Papa?” His youngest boy asked, looking over to his mother with a curious expression. 

Pelle looked over to you as well and you watched as all the children around him turned their heads towards you. Your eyes met Pelle’s and he sighed lovingly, “They’re the brightest.”

[whore-for-pelle]

Stay With Me || Pelle x Reader

A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this. Enjoy.

Warnings: None, mentions of death, fluff

word count: 911 Tip Jar (every bit counts)

You were in shock of everything you’d witnessed within the past couple of days. Your friend’s all left you without saying goodbye and you had to watch as the ritual of Attestupa took place. You could still hear the crunch of bones hitting the rock below, every time you closed your eyes. Everything seemed terribly wrong, every fiber in your being told you to run, but your heart pulled for the male who brought you here. 

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[whore-for-pelle]

chamomile tea and coffee for pelle pls 🥺 ? thank u sm

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

i’d say Pelle has a pretty good sleep schedule - not to say that he didn’t get the full college experience in america, all nighters and late night parties with the lads. but with the harga especially there’s probably - i wouldn’t say ‘strict’ schedule, because i can’t imagine anyone getting in trouble for oversleeping, just that it... wouldn’t happen. cant relate but-

as for with you, if you two are spending the night together at one of your apartments then he does have a habit of staying up a bit later than you. when you’re tucked safely in his arms he finds it hard to settle down. his heart and mind racing with joy and excitement. he watches you sleep, enjoying how content you are with him - how trusting to lay yourself vulnerable to him like this. some nights, when the fantasies of you in traditional Harga dress, laughing and eating and singing and living with the rest of his family overwhelm his thoughts - he finds the strength to untangle from you and take out his sketchbook. letting the pages transcribe his imagination, the only way he can sleep on nights like these is to get all his excitement and eagerness down on paper. his sketchbook becomes something the opposite of a scrapbook - instead of keeping memories of the past, it holds images of what he knows to be the future. you and him, back home, happy and cherished as you deserve to be. it’s to these comforting thoughts of promise that he finally falls asleep with you back in his arms.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

i wouldn’t say pelle gets jealous; he loves you, he knows you’re meant to be, he knows that he and his family can and will give you what you deserve. no, he doesn’t get jealous - he gets worried and his worry extends far beyond any potential romantic rivals. whether the person in question has a romantic, platonic, or familial relationship with you, he is worried for you. worried about others being a bad influence on you, or keeping you tied to a place and society that doesn’t value you the way you need and deserve. he can’t let anything happen to you - anything more, that is; this world has already treated you so cruelly. he knows he can make you happy, and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that.

if you’re already together and someone is trying to put the moves on you, he’s simply amused - maybe holding you tighter, maybe a bit more heavy on the PDA in their presence, but otherwise he doesn’t feel the need to do anything. he loves and trusts you. he knows you love him, he knows he understands you better than anyone else could. he knows there’s no real competition.

but if you’re not together yet and you start seeing someone, or if he finds you spend too much time with friends or family - especially if being around these people actually stresses you out and harms you - well we’ve all watched the movie. we know the lengths pelle would go to to make sure nothing stands in the way of you and your happiness with him.

[whore-for-pelle]

me too, I wish they could keep some things from this script though. I really wanted to see Pelles tree. I kept thinking that he was super excited to show to yn and secretly imagining where the tree for their firstborn will be🌱❤🌳

O SHIT MY UWUS-!

and i imagine ‘converts’ to the harga get their own saplings too, so imagine pelle imagining you planting your tree next to his - and you two get to watch them grow side my side together!!! and yes, maybe a few extra saplings end up sprouting around yours as you two birth children for the commune!

ACTUALLY SCRATCH THAT- ALTERNATIVE TO THE ABOVE - imagine pelle showing you his tree, and there’s another tree next to it, but you assume it belongs to another young adult in the harga. little do you know, that tree is yours, planted at the same time as pelle’s, because they always knew you were meant to be here, with them!!! even though you weren’t born within their walls, you were still always a member, so they planted your tree for you - caring for it, and waiting for you to come home!!!

[whore-for-pelle]

lemon tea with pelle??? im love him

oof - writing this while listening to foreigners god on repeat hits you in a certain way...

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

pelle absolutely wakes up before you do, 9 times out of 10 - he’s like a 5am riser. so unless you are too, then he’s up at the ass crack of dawn and he doesn’t dare think to wake you up yet. he might wake you up later, if you’re prone to sleeping in late and it’s a school/work day or he just wants to spend as much time with you during the day as possible, or just because a healthy sleeping schedule is key to better mental health <3

but until a reasonable hour, he’s got nothing better to do than lay with you in his arms and watch you sleep peacefully. he takes in the contours of your face, traces your curves and angles with his artistic eye for detail and re-commits your shape to memory each and every morning. sometimes he’ll draw you, but is sure to hide the notebook as your eyes begin to flutter open - there’s quite a many drawings in there he’s not ready for you to see yet, nor is he ready for you to know just how long he’s been drawing you. later, there’s always later.

as much as his heart craves to kiss you awake, he wants to have something for you - he’s perpetually a giver. so when he does wake you up, it’s with gentle kisses across your face and a warm cup of coffee or tea in hand. depending on your preferences sometimes he’ll have a whole breakfast in bed for you when you wake, or maybe he’ll slip out of the apartment and grab your favourite coffee and breakfast to go, coming back home just in time for you to wake up. he loves doing things like this for you - he can’t think of a better start to the day than showing you his love and his commitment to you. if you wake up around the same time, he’d have no problem cooking breakfast together like the cute lil couple you two are :) he’d also have no trouble standing under the shower with you, washing away the sleep, cleaning each other up as the warm water helps you both wake up with ease and your hands touch and serve each other with care.

of course, maybe you do manage to wake up before him, and pelle’s always a pretty chill guy - but there’s something different about the peaceful expression he wears while he’s asleep. it’s hypnotic in its vulnerability, the way the corners of his eyes still crinkle, and the teasing ghost of a smile pulling at his soft lips. you simply cannot be blamed for being unable to keep your hands to yourself. the way his hair fans out behind him, tousled from turning around in his sleep so some strands are sticking up in odd ways - man, you simply gotta reach out and play with some of that :( you just gotta. your fingers simply must smooth along the side of his face, mapping his cheeks high and plump before ghosting over the fuzz of his beard.

but pelle is a light sleeper, and he’s secretly been awake for a while now, content to let you explore his body as if it were your own - because to him it is, he’s as much yours as he’s his - and vice versa. as you touch his face, when he’s finally ready to awake, he’ll turn his head and press a chaste kiss to the pad of your finger, mumbling out a low ‘good morning’ voice still gravily with the weight of sleep. those types of mornings, where you wake up together, are the only ones where he’s actually stay in bed with you for a while - all day if that’s what you want. how could he get up when you’re in his arms and he’s in yours, and you’re looking at him with sleepy, loving eyes? he’ll give you long, slow kisses over your giggly protests of morning breath and hands resting on your hips (hopefully pushing up one of his shirts he’s always insisting you wear to bed). he’ll press his forehead to yours as he soaks in the morning sun with you - thankfully praying for the blessing of getting to spend another day with the one he loves.

days like that, he’ll have no qualms spending all day making love to you - he would keep you in bed all day, every day, if he could. but that’s just not realistic, so he’ll take it when he can. he just wants to opportunity to spoil you, praise you, shower you with the love and affection you deserve, which overflows from him so heavily it makes him ache, how much he just loves you. and he needs you to know it. that’s why mornings are so important to him - because it’s more than just starting the day off right, he wants to make sure you start each of your days off knowing that he loves you with all his heart - and he wants you to understand this without doubt. that’s why if god forbid???? you’re sleeping apart, make no mistake you will have a ‘good morning <3 i miss you′ text coupled with a nice just-woke-up selfie on your phone. never doubt you’re his last thought when he sleeps and first thought when he wakes, and he can’t wait for you to come back into his bed with him where you belong. he just can’t sleep the same without you.

[whore-for-pelle]

I just want a hug™ from pelle

one smoft but still dark drabble with pelle - order up!!

[ warnings: obligatory you’ve been drugged in this fic tw, and while there’s no smut you do wake up naked in bed with a certain lad which heavily implies yall did the do while you were under the influence sooo head these warnings and skip for your safety if that is what you must do <3 ]

You woke up groggy - you felt slow, and tired still.

You felt uncomfortable, taking a few moments to remember that you were not in your own, familiar bed but staying in Pelle's home commune.

It took a few moments more to realize that perhaps the unfamiliar mattress beneath you felt so strange was because half your body was draped over someone's chest.

You wanted to shoot up - normally you would have, out of shock and embarrassment - but every muscle in your body felt too ... calm, and relaxed, you ended up simply ended up wiggling - seemingly nuzzling further against the person below you.

"Ah, you're awake now?" A voice spoke, slightly groggy from their own sleep. "You had nice dreams, I hope?"

You did, you think. Maybe? You couldn't remember them, exactly. It felt warm, and light - there was dancing, right? Around a fire? You think you recall an echo of a voice telling everyone to 'partner up'.

Odd.

You must have been scrunching your face, because the man below you chuckled, squeezing his arms around you just a bit tighter as he leaned forward to press a kiss gently to your forehead. "It's alright if you cannot remember it - you don't have to think about it now. You don't have to think about anything but you and me, right here."

The linen felt light and free on your skin as you danced and twirled around the field. Other Harga grabbing your hands, spinning you around, before you're passed off to the next one as the band plays on. You could barely feel the licks of the flames from the massive fire you were all dancing around, nor could you remember what had once stood in its place. All you knew and felt was air, and summer, and music itself, and joy.

You couldn’t remember when the dancing started, or how long it had been going on, being passed from partner to partner - everyone smiling at you and laughing, arms open in welcome and acceptance. You didn’t even realize when the music stopped, still hearing it echo in your head, until you tried to spin away from your latest partner and they held you still in place.

“Everyone stop! Your partners have now been chosen!” The matriarch cheered happily, other members cheering and clapping in response. “The gods have revealed your mates!”

“Mates?” You mumble, more to yourself than anything else - you heard her words, you understood them in letters only, but for some reason your brain couldn’t piece together what the words meant. You felt so... good, you didn’t really want to.

“I knew it.” The man holding you still said. Without the momentum of the dance, you felt your energy slipping away. His hand moved from your arms, to wrap around you, letting you gently collapse as he held you against him. “I knew you were the one for me, I am so happy.” When your head hit his chest, your eyes fluttered closed - this felt... nice. Safe. You could feel the way his body hitched with every shaky breath. He was crying. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives making you feel happy too. Come on.” An arm unraveled from your waist - your moan of protest met with an amused chuckle - and his free hand reached under your chin, urging you to look up at him, to realize who was holding you so dearly. “Are you tired? I know, but there is still one more thing we must do before the night ends.”

Pelle. How could it take so long for you to think of his name, even while looking right at him. That wasn't normal, for your brain to be working so slowly, but you also couldn't find it in yourself to care as you were held in his arms, the warmth from his bare chest sinking into yours. He smiles at you and you feel at peace. "Wha' time izit?" You slur, from drowsiness - you assume. How long had you both been sleeping? Too long, or not long enough?

Instead of answering, his eyes lazily roam across your face, lingering on your lips which only now you realize feel swollen under his gaze. “I hope you enjoyed yourself last night.”

You didn’t know why, but his words made you clench your legs together. “Wha’ happened?” You questioned, struggling to put the pieces together, but any brain power was immediately cut off when Pelle’s hand came up to the back of your head.

“Do you trust me?”

Of course.

You felt hazy, though not frightened about it, but Pelle was your center. When you looked at him, touched him, you didn’t think about anything - anything wrong, or missing, or strange. Just him. Just him and you.

He beamed, “Good,” and leaned to kiss your lips - slowly, patiently. Did you two always used to kiss? You couldn’t find it in yourself to care let alone remember, when it felt so good. “We don’t have to get out of bed all day.” Pelle explained, hand moving from the back of your head to rub your back. “So why don’t we just relax. Let me take care of you...” His hand slipped under the covers pooled at your hips, rubbing against the smooth, bare skin of your ass. “I know we have the rest of our lives to try,” For what, you weren’t sure, and he didn’t elaborate, urging you to move up his body so he could kiss your neck and place a leg inbetween yours. “But today is so special, our first day together, officially as one. Wouldn’t it be amazing if we got it to take today, of all days? The gods have blessed me so much already, I almost feel bad for asking... but we’re quite lucky. I found you - halfway across the world and I found you. I think there’s a chance; I think it’s just meant to be."

“Wai- get... get what to t-?”

“Shh.” He cooed, fingers finding their way between your legs as he other hand ran up and down your sides, making your body squirm on top of him. “Don’t worry about it. Let me take care of everything, Älskling. Let me take care of you.”

[whore-for-pelle]

Quick thing. I know i just sent a request but smth I mentioned in it made me think and. Elaine x reader x pelle? It's like. Its. Its a god tier pairing is what it is

i was literally already halfway through writing for those two !! and u’ve given me an excuse to post it thank YoU

TW for references to non/dub-con elements because we are talking about two characters that drug people. a LOT.

just real quick:

imagine elaine falling in love with the sensitive foreigner, and so ya KNOW ya girl’s gotta do a love spell

but here’s the thing - pelle got his own protections on him, so her initial hypnotism doesn’t work - but he still wants to spend time with her anyway!

elaine is already swooning

and they talk witchcraft, and they talk about pelle’s home, and they’re just Clicking(tm) all night!!!

and also just imagine elaine had brewed some sweet drugged tea, but pelle 1) corrects her on her use of poisonous plants in said tea (pelle: here are some substitutes that symbolize love, etc) and 2) he drinks it anyways!

oh you KNOW he drinks the drug love potion! u know he does the drugs, willingly - and he encourages her to do the same

and unlike elaine’s past cohorts, neither of them will suffer negatively from the love spell, because they are naturally emotional people, so these induced feelings of love won’t make ‘em go uhhh Bonkers

point is - the two of them alone are already a perfect and happy couple

but then they meet you!!!!

it doesn’t matter which one sees you first; elaine knows Love(tm) when she feels it, and pelle is able to just sense the right type of person; once they see you, they point you out to the other, and they are hooked!!!

and once they see you, they have to have you

no one will ever love you like they will!

^ it’s not that they’re trying to neg you and be like ‘no one else is gonna bother with you :\’ - in fact, quite the opposite. it surprises them that every person doesn’t throw themselves at your feet in passion whenever you leave the house

but no one else would ever be as devoted, and pure in their love for you. they both know how cruel the world can be, and they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves if they didn’t keep you safe from harm

they’re both so fucking Sweet???? it’s just about impossible not to fall for them immediately

just about

but maybe someone else already has your heart! :’0 oh that would jsut break elaine’s soul, she’d be crying into pelle’s chest; she’s had far too many traumatic experiences with horrid lovers and she can’t bare the thought of you going through the same thing

or maybe you’re just??? kaljdfhsgfd not interested. you only see them as friends, and you only think it’s fine because you don’t think you deserve better - at least that’s what they tell themselves

either way, whether you’re immediately on board, or you need some convincing (and a current paramour to be dealt with) it all ends the same

you’re gonna be at elaine’s place, having a nice dinner and wow, they’re both sitting pretty close to you, huh? and touching you a lot

and then suddenly one of the two (honestly it’s a coin flip) 

while they will keep drugging you up if you act out, they (mostly pelle) will want to stop the love spells eventually

(acting out meaning the love spell wears off and you understandably freak the fuck out)

i think of the two elaine would be fine keeping you hopped up on her special sauce wow i typed that out huh? sure did, and i refuse to hit backspace because i should honestly deal with the consequences of my dumb brain

to elaine, her love potions are just making you feel things that are already there, she wouldn’t mind cooking up as much as you need - she does so love to homebody

but pelle wants to feel your love fully and freely and authetically - which he manages to convince elaine of as well

(that being said if you continue to be difficult he won’t stop her from giving you another dose)

k but darker shit aside just imagine a relationship with these two

guard your uwus - they WILL be stolen

legit it is impossible to be loved more - you’re the centre of their universe

they’re both equally doting, you’ll come home from classes or work with a nice homecooked meal by one or the two of them (or maybe you help out in the kitchen too! domestic cooking shenanigans!!!)

who needs privacy and personal space??? you’re soulmates, why hide anything - including your body, nakedness is nothing to be ashamed of you know - shower together, change together, do other lovely things together...

so you’re always being touched by one of them - a hand on your elbow or back, arm around your shoulders or waist, fingers through your hair or running down the chest of your shirt.

they are tactile lovers i will not hear otherwise

both of them are artists!!

so imagine being their muse 😍

they’d put you in different poses, and different clothes and have so much fun getting your essence on canvas - and it’s cool to see how you look in their unique styles

or maybe you’re an artist too! and while you all definitely still model for each other, imagine packing up for a little trip to a cottage and taking out your easels and sketchpads out to a lake or a field of flowers and just letting nature’s inspiration take you!

(whether your art is like theirs, or is more musical or written, they will support you 100%!)

since they’re also both magic users, so expect that to become a part of your life as well

they’d share their different practices with each other, and with you too! you’re an important part of their lives, magic is important too - it just makes sense

and if you also practice magic????? wowie!!! they knew you were perfect! now all three of you can share in this important aspect of your lives together

(they love that word - together)

pelle making you both love and protection runes, elaine doing your guys’ tarot, and you showing off your own discipline - which they take in with complete attention!!!

dates just consisting of potion brewing (probably to help elaine keep up with stocking demands at the witch shop) ^_^ uwu

congrats on the wedding because that’s happening like immediately

no time to waste!! no time to waste !!!

you’re in love, you’re perfectly in love!, so why wait?? they don’t see a reason at all :\

assuming you’re in the states, it would probably be a ceremony like elaine had with the witch ren-faire. so prepared to be stripped down and dressed up in white and also a horse is there

or if you’re all at the harga, then a traditional mating ceremony will take place at the commune!

either way - pretty sure there’s ritualistic, soul bonding sex to be had

if it’s important to you, they could do another type of wedding that’s from your culture! hell, if you’re a willing spouse-to-be then they’ll let you do anything you want! you and elaine would be the main planners - pelle is much more chill about it

and if you’re not willing/drugged up well then it’s either elaine or pelle’s plan :)

final point is just: lots of ritualistic sex. lots of sex magic. lots of sex period.

it serves a magical or ritualistic purpose, but it also just lets you show each other how much you love and care for each other??? sign them the fUCK up that’s some GOOD SHIT right there right there-

of course, if you’re sex-repulsed then that’s fine too! that doesn’t mean they love you any less at all!!! they don’t need sex to show you how much they love you - they can (and will) do so in a million different ways, and they’ll never give you a second to doubt that!

[whore-for-pelle]

NSFW Pelle hc ?

warnings: smut, breeding kink, kidnapping mentions

pelle has one mode and that is insanely gentle and caring

he doesn't care if you're on top or under him, pelle will find a way to make you feel adored

if you are on the bottom, pelle spends most of the time hunched over your as he methodically grinds his cock down

his lips find their home along your neck when they aren't against your own in a bruising, passionate kiss

if you're on top, pelle is likely sitting up instead of lying down

he needs to feel you, not only on his cock but also just against him in his arms

and so, as you bounce and grind onto him, pelle keeps his arms lightly wrapped around your middle and him lips firmly planted just about anywhere he can reach

when he's feeling like this, pelle stays mostly quiet as far as speaking is concerned

but that in no way means he isn't known for pouring his heart to you between his own moans

"my love," a delicate kiss to your shoulder, "my heart. so good to me, to us." he takes a shuttering breath. placing another brief kiss to your neck, pelle continues, "let me love you. as you deserve to be loved."

he leaves his mark in kisses and bites on just about every part of your body

pelle will not stop until he knows you feel nothing but love and care in his embrace

I know I said one mode but its more like two, the second being absolutely feral

while the hårga does have a communal outlook on most things, when you're approved to be together you are, in essence, pelles

his mate, if you will

and sometimes he needs to make very clear that while you and him are part of the (extremely) close knit community, you are still his, to have and to hold

those are the times he lays you out on whatever surface may be available and makes his feelings known

he stays on top this time, if only so he can drive his aching cock as deep and hard into your still sensitive insides as he wants

pelles sweet moans are replaced with guttural growls of pure possession

the sound never fails to send a pang of arousal straight to your core, and pelle knows this

hell purposefully do it as hes kissing you, so it always feels that much more intimate

pelle is partial to keeping you a more missionary style position with your knees held close to your chest

just so pelle can push his cock that much deeper inside you, as far as he possibly can go

with how fast he's pounding you already know you are not walking tomorrow (much to pelles delight as it means he can dote on you for the day)

in the moment though, he doesnt care

pelles goal is to claim and mark you as his until he knows you are there and won't be leaving anytime soon

regardless of how he's feeling, pelle always feels some subtle want to breed you

whether or not you can actually be breed really doesn't cross his mind honestly, he just want to have a child no matter if it came from you or not

surprisingly, going slow is really what makes this kink of his go into overdrive

being sure by so much love and care makes every domestic bone in pelles body go into hyperdrive

he needs to have his own little family with you, even if he knows the child will be raised by the other members of the community

if you can get pregnant, pelle desperately wants to watch your tummy swell with the seed he oh so carefully placed there in (several) nights of gentle lovemaking

pelle absolutely want to fuck you while you're like this, the sight just gets him so jot and bothered

hell lie you on your side, with him spooning behind your so that be can slowly drag his cock in and out of you

one hand constantly rubbing patterns over your ever growing stomach while the other slowly toys with your sex, just enough to keep you on edge for a little while

of you can't get pregnant (or don't want to), no problem!

pelle still has silent delusions of trying to put a baby in you--yes he knows he can't and no, he doesn't care--but in the meantime he and the rest of the hårga might be a little more on the lookout for a child in town with less than savory parents, or an orphan without anyone else

not to say they would kidnap the kid but

congratulations! they're yours now!

pelle is so happy, he knows the child did not have a good life and he absolutely feels that they will thrive with the hårga

especially if they were an orphan given his own background, he just knows that you and him are doing a good thing

[whore-for-pelle]

henlo! if requests are open can i pls have hannibal, candyman, herbert, and norman with an s/o who suffers from chronic pain? lov your writing btw!!! ❤️

hey anon whats it like, having the certified best taste in horror husbands? how does it feel, being Class?

hannibal

✨ hey gonna get this tho(ugh)t out of the way immediately

if you’re too sore to walk anywhere that you need getting to around the house? he will Carry you!!!

and yes, this applies to anthony!hannibal as much as mads!hannibal - have you seen the 2001 movie?

✨also gonna get this potentially cliche thought out of the way too, because he’s,,, Psychiatrist(tm)

chronic pain is just as much a psychological condition as well as a physical one - you can’t simply treat it on a physical level alone

since it carries a mental/psychological toll on you as well, hannibal will be there to help you work through it to the best of his abilities (and he is the best B) )

he’s got both the wealth AND the knowledge to make sure you have a good quality of life, but he’s also there to listen and help you through feelings of guilt that may arise from thinking that you’re a burden, or not doing enough to pull your own weight - hannibal will be having none of that talk!

(i mean, he will have it, because you two need to discuss it to work through it, but you know what i mean)

[also no way in hell he wouldn’t provide literally everything for you (absolute adoration for you aside, he’s a bit of a control freak) so better let hannibal help you comes to terms with it]

✨if you need to see any doctors on the regular - or if there’s any specialists that may be better suited to help you - hannibal is pulling all the strings, utilizing all his connections and networking to get you the best doctor you could ever ask for!

(if you ever find a clinical trial for new medicine you want to be apart of, he can also pull strings to get you into that - after he personally assesses to make sure the potential side effects are within both of your comfort levels)

✨since he has clients to attend to, he sadly can’t be with you 24/7 (though do not doubt you’re on his mind all day) - which annoys him greatly when it’s a day you’re stuck at home in pain

but once he’s home, he is All Yours (no one better dare be rude enough to interrupt his private time with you) the only time he (potentially) parts from you will be to cook you two a meal, but other than that he is at your side, your beck and call

(also, depending on frequency/severity/etc, he could hire someone to check in on you or even just stay with you during the hours you’re stuck at home and he can’t be there)

and again - this may come off as overbearing, controlling, even annoying as shit, but hannibal himself is overbearing, controlling, and annoying as shit

✨if there’s any creams that help with the pain, he will happily massage them onto you

look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t have massaging know how in that brain of his

i just feel very strongly about this point - i refuse to argue it. it simply Is

candyman

�� daniel is not an angry dude, but ooo does he feel a sorrowful type of angry - a hurt, pained angry - when he realizes he can’t help you

 i mean, he iz just a litle ghoste,,,thatse it,,, he canot change this,, :(

he loves so wholly, and completely, his devotion unmmatched - but there’s so little he can do for you, when all he wants is to do everything for you

you’re the one person in the world who doesn’t deserve to feel ANY pain and yet here you are :(

✨ he won’t take it personally if you summon him just so he can use his powers to knock you tf out - in fact, he’d offer and encourage it.

if that’s what you need, since it’s pretty much the only thing he can do for you

you know when the pain is Too Much? and u just wanna sleep thru it, but you CANT sleep thru it, because Oumch?

Daniel is here for you - he will hold you so gently while you rest and keep your dreams sweet and happy as he uses his powers to grant you even the briefest reprieve

✨anyone talks shit, they’re gonna get Hit (re: hooked)

our sweet honey bee has a zero (0) tolerance policy for bullshit -especially if any of that bullshit is directed towards you

darling, please don’t let anyone upset with you their words; all ridiculous and ignorant - unfounded and unwanted

it may not feel like much, but it doesn’t matter how many others don’t understand you or take your pain seriously - he does and he seriously needs to kill anyone who upsets you you understand right? defending your honour, as it were

✨ i? for one? would love to be wrapped in his coat - looks very comfy, very warm - a nice soft surface to rest on that’d feel pleasant to an overly sensitive body in pain

pluS? cuddling with daniel?

daniel reading to you? or maybe singing? while holding you close??

o to be tenderly held,,,, it wouldn’t really ‘fix’ anything, but it’d help for sure

ben wyatt vc: it’s about the Comfort(tm)

✨ listen he’s just saying if you were a spirit too you wouldn’t have to deal with this pain

plus you two would get to be together forever so i mean,,, *thinking emoji* something to consider,,,,

i mean i know it’s weird, basically saying he’d murder you, but like... you know what i mean. he wouldn’t take joy in killing you. plus you wouldn’t be gone you’d be with him! also we’re legit talking about serial killers here, so get off my back

you, joking (probably): daniel, just fucking hook me, i bet it’ll hurt less :(

daniel: 👀 actually if i may propose a solution-

herbert

✨ ngl at first you’ll have to slap! his little rat hands away from you because he’d see you as test subject material afsgsdf

like if it’s ANY consolation it’s done out of love - like hey my reagent should be able to cure all diseases and ailments and conditions etc etc etc dear would you let me inject you with this? just like 5ccs to start, chill out-

(also note he uses reagent on himself so while yes - ever the scientist - he wants to test with you, he also would never purposefully hurt you)

✨ but afterwards (when he finally relents and stops trying to get you to be a fellow reagent test sample) he’ll actually be more sympathetic than anyone would except from herbie, given his absolute lack of bedside manner

(boi why and HOW are you a doctor)

like sure, he’s an ass, but he is also a doctor who understands in deeper ways than most others just what you’re going through - if/when you say you’re in pain (ie. if you say you’re in too much pain to even sit up) he will believe you

✨ and if you have anyone in your life - espECIALLY IF IT’S A DOCTOR?!) that doesn’t take your pain seriously he will verbally tear them a fucking new one while making them feel oh so small and stupid as he talks down to them like a the hard-ass professor who gives out one A per term and thought your paper was shit and is going to tell the whole class about it-

✨ but bb, you may say, stealing drugs from the hospital would be illegal. but!, i’d reply, legality never stopped herbert before.

^long and the short of it - he’s hooking you up with that Good Good pain medicine

(and you have the added benefit of not having to risk overdose or bad medicine interactions - he knows just what to give you, and how much)

✨and just because you’re you(tm) which makes you oh so special (even tho herbert would never admit that in front of witnesses) you jUST might be able to convince herbert to ditch the morgue and cuddle with you as you lay in bed in pain

you, reaching you with grabby hands from under the covers, big fat pout on your face which is scrunched up in pain: herbie~ :( // herbert, rolling his eyes, but taking the time to carefully remove and put away his shoes: five. minutes.

(it’s always longer than five minutes <3)

norman

✨ ohhhh baby boy is so so so sad :(

he cannot take you in pain - especially when he can’t do anything to take it away

legit? probably wants to cry every time he sees you so much as wince

he is just,,, baby boy baby,,,, and loves you so much

✨ he’s already got the practice in, of taking care of somebody else, so don’t you worry! leave it to him!

let him help you out, though, seriously - if there’s anything at all he can do

he just likes to feel useful ,,,, and he takes orders well

ask him for anything, and don’t be embarrassed!! there’s no shame here

how can there be shame, he’s taken care of a literal corpse for decades, he can help you to bathroom without saying a word

✨of course, he knows that sometimes you can’t just put your life on hold every time you’re in pain

sometimes the pain isn’t as bad, and you do still have a job to work or classes to attend

whether it’s because of someone else’s expectations, or your own (you can still fuction yourself, you know - and you don’t like being made to feel otherwise) some days you gotta do stuff despite the pain

norman would never intentionally want to make you feel babied (to put it nicely) but gosh every time he sees you moving around when he knows you’re hurting he just wants to put you back in bed and do everything for you instead

✨out of literally everyone in this list (close runner-up is herbert, and sometimes hannibal) norman is the most likely to back off when you tell him he’s too overbearing with his concern

he’ll be sad :( but he gets it - he didn’t mean to upset you dearest, he knows you can take care of yourself

but you shouldn’t have to - not all the time, you know? s-sometimes you can rest, like you need to. he can take care of you, he can be the big strong man of the house... really he can don’t laugh

✨a good and devoted boi, if there’s any medication you need (or can) take, he will make sure you do!

if it’s a pill, he always gives it to you with a nice glass of water, or maybe some homemade lemonade :) made with love <3

or if its a cream, he’ll volunteer to apply it for you - if that’s what you want/are ok with

bonus pelle

✨ he’s got (jean-ralphio saperstein vc) ~ d R u G s   f O R   T h A T ~

dude if you let him give you some *cough* home remedies i mean

shit you won’t be cured or anything but given what we saw in the movie i’m willing to bet they can concoct something that’ll have you riding the best high of your life

(sure, not something you can just take every day or anything but don’t we all deserve a break every once and a while)

✨your pain is his pain, so bet that he’s staying by your side 24/7

(if you’re moaning in pain, he’ll try to suppress the urge to do so with you - because he understands that is not acceptable behavior)

(but rest assured, he feels for you :( literally)

✨as such, there’ll be no classes for him during the worst of your flare ups, he’s at your beck and call

what’s that? you have classes? don’t worry, he’ll talk to your profs for you, even the most stubborn ones - he’s very persuasive :)

✨it just pisses him off something fierce that no one else seems to be taking your pain seriously and you’re so often expected to just push through it

we truly live in a society :\

pelle knows the Harga wouldn’t tolerate that for one bit, tell you what >:(

one stupid comment from mark like ‘lol come on get up it cant be that bad’ and boi is getting kicked out of the apartment so damn fast 8) 

but safgs yeah any time he’s helping you out is a time he’s nonchalantly talking about his family and how they’d all be helping you right now and no one would make you feel bad or useless or guilty about your pain ever

would u like 2 visit? :)

✨aslfkdf im sorry but just imagining pelle with you at a doctor’s appointment and the face he’d make if your doctor was just,,, Shit

doctor: doesn’t take what you say seriously/undermines or underestimates your symptoms/doesn’t offer any helpful treatment

pelle:

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pelle with earl grey and milk tea would hydrate me for years to come 🥺

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

well that’s an interesting question, isn’t it?

[ court ; transitive verb ] a lovely word. dated - perhaps - but holding an air of romance long abandoned by today's society that pelle cherishes.

[ go to great lengths to win (favorable attention). ] what lengths wouldn't he go to, for you? he'd do anything for you - anything you could ask, and anything you wouldn't. he'd comfort you, he'd cherish you, he'd kill for you. and he'd do it all without expecting thanks or even acknowledgement. his love is pure; he doesn't need your praise, he just needs you happy.

[ be involved with romantically, typically with the intention of marrying. ] when you're with pelle, there's no doubt in your mind that he's taking this relationship as seriously as serious can be. there's something in every thing he does - every action, every word, every touch, even the way he just looks at you - and it all tells you you're the centre of his universe. you won't be together long before he's casually slipping in questions or even plans about a future long ahead - a future he apparently sees you in. he's in it for the long haul, and how could you not feel the same, with such a clearly devoted and attentive love?

[ pay special attention to (someone) in an attempt to win their support or favor. ] though, on the other hand, pelle may have issues with the word because there is an underlying implication that you may choose not to return his affections. but that's simply impossible. you were meant to be together, you see.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

breathtaking. transcendent. it easily knocks you out - silencing and steadying the world around you so that there is nothing but you and him. just the way he wants it - he doesn't want you worrying about trivial things, outside things. together, there should only be you and him.

he never does pecks - some kisses may be soft, some may be deep, but all are long. each moment with you, together, needs to be experienced in full. each kiss he's able to press upon you must be as worshipful as he feels towards you every minute of every day.

his hands are always on you, usually cupping your face and keeping you close. he'll bring your bodies as close together as you'll allow; chests heaving together, noses continuously brushing and rubbing against each other. if you put your hands on him as well, he'll moan with pleasure into your mouth and arch into your touch.

you would probably be embarrassed at first - as pelle would have no reservations giving such public displays of affection in public - in front of strangers, or his teasing friends. it would always make you blush, whenever Dani cooed, or Mark gagged - the heat on your cheeks as you stared at the floor and buried your face against him made him feel an unpleasant mix of adoration and disappointment. you shouldn't be ashamed of love, shouldn't feel obligated to hold back your feelings. (not that he blames you for this, of course)

it's only when you come home, to the Harga, when you stop shying away from his touch. at first it's odd, whenever you pull away from pelle and see his family surround you with wide and happy smiles that almost rivals his own. but the long you stay, the more you get used to it - to the support, to the acceptance. it makes melting into pelle's touch easier, and makes it harder to pull away from him each time.

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Pelle falling in love with you at first sight would include...

requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

pelle is very patient and generous to you

he is very mesmerized when he sees you for the first time

he approaches you and you both introduce yourself

during the time there he’s often shy when you ask about him

your friends get asked about you by him

it feels like he has spotted an angel come down

he takes time out of his day to get to know you better

what he already loves about you is your laugh

and your eye colour

you don’t know swedish but he would like to teach you one day

he insists that the members be extra nice to you

gives you special treatment during the festivities

his brother insists you two hang out more

pelle already knows he’s falling in love with you too quick but he doesn’t care

he believes that love does not come to him unexpectedly 

he already plans the rest of the summer with you

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masterlist i

Midsommar

Dani

- her: pelle & dani & reader nsfw

Pelle

- her: pelle & dani & reader nsfw

- home: pelle with reader from the harga

- confident: Pelle with someone from the Harga

- gentle 2: pelle with pregnant!reader

- wrong: reader trying to escape from Pelle and the Harga

- gentle: pelle and a drugged!fem!reader (nsfw dubcon)

- pelle from midsommar headcanons

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Can I have pelle, candyman and the Sinclair boys with a Italian S/O? (Sorry if my English sucks)

thank you anon for my life?????? i will happily fill this request - for you, for me, and for the other italian slasher lovers out there

pelle

your family liked him - for a long time

he was so NICE and CHARMING and could take care of himself, which meant he could take care of you - oh yes, he was the apple of your family’s eye

until he told them he plans on having you move back home to Sweden with him

your family: kill bill sirens 8))

pelle: also kill bill sirens 8))

anyways im not saying ur family is dead if they try and get in the way of this but-

is a Good Boy who helps you in the kitchen!

he loves the domestic intimacy of it, and since he already has some experience with homemade cooking - especially dough making - it means he can dedicate more energy in giving you Kisses as you two prepare dinner >:3c

loves that you’re italian cuz that means you’re already accustomed to big families!

you’re half way there!! now he’s just gotta get you on board with the rest of the Harga’s shit! :)

which is, in his opinion, easier, since you enter the compound and feel an equal sense of wonder and familiarity

everyone is so kind and physically affectionate - it’s just like home, in a way

which is good, because that’s exactly what pelle wants this place to be for you

he’d learn italian for you

even if you don’t speak it yourself

i see him as quite the linguistic - he seems the type that learning languages would come easy to him

and oooo boy there is something uh…. sexy about listening to him speak like that

like wow he did that for YOU and his particular accent is oddly enchanting…

his notebook is probably full of sketches of you in iconic poses from famous italian works

but you’re always wearing traditional harga clothing

a merging of your two cultures, how lovely :)

candyman

art? Art!

oooo, that Art™!!!!

he understands why italy has always thrived artistically when they produce muses as alluring as yourself *kisses your hand*

he’d paint you a portrait in the style of a famous italian artist - whichever one tickles your fancy the most

boy if any lover of his was gonna spoil him domestically it’s gonna be you!!

and daniel is gonna be lowkey shocked and just… overwhelmed

his heart found full of uwus and bees

you always make sure he has a big hot meal to come home to

can myths/demons eat? irrelevant to your Prime Italian Instincts 

your house is SO homey and welcoming no matter how far away he’s summoned he finds himself all too easily drawn back to it

recites italian poetry to you

i dont make the rules

you’re the beatrice to his dante

he recites poetry in that gorgeous baritone of his and he’s got you melting on the spot

god, the Romance of it all,,, how dare he

speaking of - he can probably speak italian

and goddamn whether you speak it too or not, whether you even understand it or not, your family’s language has never sounded more beautiful

daniel could recite the phonebook and panties would drop - this is just Fact

we know daniel has a fine artistic taste - so i think he’d love italian operas

maybe that means he’ll take you to a performance one night

and if the opera is not your thing, he won’t be insulted if you’re bored

that just means he’s got to keep you occupied for the next few hours up there in your private balcony seat

it’s rude to just walk out of the theatre, you know >:3c

bo

he’d pronounce italian like brad pitt in inglorious bastards just to watch you squirm, the fucker >:(

ew just ew

he can pronounce it properly but he likes to see you squirm

when your family criticizes you for not going to church enough, bo offers for the two of you to go with them all next sunday

you’ve never wanted to kill him more

but if they weren’t on board with him before, they’re on board with this very nice church-going boy now

bo, flashing you a wink as you pout in the church pews: gotta impress the future in-laws, sweetheart ;)

even if you’ve been trying to quell or flat out reject any of your family’s attempts at talking you into a big family - bo is here to fuck all that up

an aunt (or distant cousin? who can keep track - only your nonna): when are you two going to get married? and have lots of babies??

you: nev-

bo: like Immediately, absolutely. i will give you so many nieces and nephews you can count on me, ma’am

it’ll take a while for your nonno to warm up to him - bo’s just a bit too charming for his tastes, and nothing good ever comes out of boys like that, he tells you

but if you show that you really love him, and once bo shows off his ~manly~ skills in automotive repair, carpentry, and the like? your nonno will soon be on board

but your nonno will threaten to kill him if he ever hurts you

really wants to do the lady and the tramp ‘slurping on one piece of spaghetti and then you kiss in the middle’

will not shut up about it until you agree to try it with him

vincent

you thought telling him the myth of romulus and remus would be interesting

but it ends up… really getting to him

he’s lowkey sad afterward cuz he of course sees himself in remus 

askldjsjhgk whOOPS

but! he WILL carve a little wolf figurine for you

it’s so gorgeously crafted (as is anything vincent creates) and it’s got a special place on your shared dresser :)

it’ll take a LOT to get him to come see your family

not only is vincent captain of the insecure squad, but you’ve told him how… Loud and overwhelming your family is - let alone all of them under one roof

(vinny boy can barely handle one (1) Lester!)

but also the self-hatred - that’s a big obstacle for him to overcome - he doesn’t want to make a bad impression on your family with his ugly mug. he doesn’t want them to think he can’t take care of you, that you’re not getting everything you deserve an more

he suggests taking bo in his place (hello - Twins!) but you shoot that idea down immediately

your family is meeting him and if they have a problem with him then that’s their problem, but it would never make you stop loving him

and hey, it probably goes better than you both anticipate!

sure they’ll loud and probably tease him a bit because being PC is never really on the top of any old italian’s personality traits-

or maybe you never introduce him to your family - honestly, understandable

you notice a change in his painting style

like picasso’s blue period, vincent’s style start to take clear inspiration from the likes of italian wonders 

most likely caravaggio - with the dramatics, darkness, playing with light

it really screams vincent imo

vincent would have not only the ability but the patience to hand make some pasta

i’m talking with the OLD wooden strainer, not that new fangled machine you run the dough through and churn a handle

your nonna would love vincent - a nice, quiet young man with skilled hands who is more than willing to give her old bones a rest and take over cooking whenever you two visit

yes, she approves

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hi!! hello! i heard you wrote for pelle!! please may we have pelle and artist! s/o?? they do art together!!

Oh, you have just opened the flood gates. Prepare, my friend.

When Pelle first sees your art, he knows that this is going to be a great relationship

He asks to see all of your pieces that you've done and the meanings behind them

Then, if you're comfortable, he'll do art with you as well.

He's not one for paintings or anything, he prefers crafts

But it's nice to just sit back with you under a large tree, shaded from the sunlight as you both work on your projects

He never pesters you to make something in his image. Ever.

Unless you want to, it's never gonna happen.

If you do make something of him, oh my god, he's going to cry

He'll look at it, holding the piece in his hands, and will immediately hug you, saying that it's a masterpiece.

The Harga also supports your art endeavors.

They have a lot of art around the place, and they think it would be nice to add a few more.

Art is always welcome in the Harga.