#c: Hela Odinsdottir

[musclesandhammering]

There’s zero chance Loki and Hela having so many similarities is just a coincidence. And even though we’re most definitely never getting a full explanation for it, I’m so curious as to what you guys believe the reason is. Do you think:

a.) Loki’s a shapeshifter who can see people’s memories when he touches them. So when Odin picked him up as a baby, he saw Hela in Odin’s mind and shifted himself to resemble her.

b.) Loki and Hela have the same biological mother.

c.) Hela is Loki’s biological mother.

d.) Odin changed Loki to look like Hela when he first held him, because he missed her.

e.) Hela’s biological mother is jotun, and she and Loki both have black hair/pale skin/green aesthetic/etc because that’s just what frost giants look like when they take an asgardian form.

f.) Hela and Loki are both adopted, both children of Laufey. Odin took Hela centuries earlier, then when he realised Laufey’d had another child, he took Loki too.

**I’ve listed these in order from the ones I find most likely to least likely, if you’re curious. Tell me which headcanon you prefer, I wanna see.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

“Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.

[demongemz]

Erik took a moment to look at the other it was clear she was either having a bad day or didn’t like the fact he’d mentioned not paying attention. He wasn’t about to back down though after all just because he’d been the first to offer peace didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to fight. “Well if you were watching where you were going maybe you should’ve moved out of my way. “ He mused looking at the other “I’m used to people not tolerating me, so just the long list of people who I’ve taught plenty of lessons to about messing with me. Now are you going to get into the cafe or should I cut you off?” @fcdcdmcmories

HELA LACKED THE PATIENCE TO DO .. WELL, MUCH OF ANYTHING. of course that she did. she had been taken away from her home and taken away from her rightful place as the queen of asgard by her little brothers and .. who was to say that she was ever going to forgive that? spoiler alert, she absolutely was not. "well, it's best if you watch where you are going, is it not? otherwise, you might run into someone who might not be willing to tolerate such .. insolence." was her snap going to get her into trouble? then again .. she also did not care. no. @demongemz

[4theluvofsapphos]

Hi! Here’s My About Me!

Some info about me:

im an 18 year old art student who actually has zero professional experience writing lol, i just really enjoy putting words onto paper because visual art doesn’t always let you do that!

I use she/her pronouns and identify as queer, but I don’t mind any label honestly. I’m flexible and pretty laid back on almost everything :3c

I really like history and science, specifically vintage fashion, couture, and biology/forensic sciences. I was actually a biotech major before switching to art because of the pressure on my smooth brain being too much 😓😓

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Topics: hate speech, homophobia, transphobia, trans exclusionary anything, pedophilia, and anything else crazy like that.

Kinks: feet, needles, medfet, inflation, vore, gore, scat, piss, age play, MD/LG, r!pe, breastfeeding, necrophilia, etc.

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Melissa Schemmenti - shiver (nsfw) , butterfingers (series)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

Chessy

Rebecca Welton

Keeley Jones

Carol Aird

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Brienne of Tarth

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Hela Odinsdottir

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Lena Luthor

Villanelle

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[pandora-noble]

@ofqueenofasgard sent: “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ”

“Sounds about right,” Pandora said, taking a long sip of her drink. She knew that poison well. “I’m Pandora, by the way. My friends call me Pan. Actually, they call me something else, but I fucking hate it so I’m not telling you what they call me.” She said with a big sigh. She didn’t know what she did to deserve being nicknamed after a giant Asian bear. 

[usumaky]

PLS someone tell me that my lizard brain is not the only one looking at this and feeling potential

like

there is S O M E T H I N G here

and it screams 💅✨💅✨ (or maybe that part IS just me)

BUT ANYWAY

ITS JUST

H U H

[ablackwidowsbite]

Continued from X @chaoelevationem

“You have done so well. I wanted to reward you.” Hela smiled as she looked at the Dragon.

[sbidermanstan]

Kids really are the future

[thecanaryxlance]

@goddsgudinnen

Sara had luckily been able to avoid running into her sister at this party, it wouldn’t have been pleasant having to explain the note and also why she was wearing Dinah’s Black Canary outfit. Though of course her luck had to run out eventually, she spotted Dinah only a few feet in front of her so the blonde quickly turned around to avoid her sister seeing her. Something which resulted in Sara walking right into someone.

[storiesofwildfire]

Hel vs. Hela -- a headcanon

I kind of hate that I have to write this headcanon at all. I would have much preferred if Marvel didn’t completely fuck up Hela’s backstory to make her not Loki’s child, but here we are.

For those of you who have been following me for a long time, you probably know that my Loki is a mix of Marvel and myth. Because he’s heavily influenced by Norse Mythology, Loki does already have four children. Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Sleipnir (yes, there are multiple ways to spell each of their names, these are the spellings I’ve chosen). Loki was also expecting two children with Sigyn, but Sigyn had a miscarriage and died shortly after. You can read all about Loki’s children in my about page. You can click the pop-up box on my blog or you can follow this link. You can also read about Loki’s relationship with Sigyn and what happened to her and her children by reading through this drabble. Please know that it contains highly triggering content for some, so please proceed with caution.

As many of you probably know, I also have quite a few secondary muses attached to this blog. Most of them are my own OCs, but some of them are canon characters inspired by the movies or by mythology. Four of those characters are Loki’s children.

I already roleplay as Hel. I roleplay as Hel, the daughter of my Loki.

With all that said, I have to make a solid distinction between who Hel is and who Hela is.

In Thor Ragnarok, Hela is depicted as the Goddess of Death and the unknown elder sister of Thor and Loki. That makes her Hela Odinsdottir. She is described as being the Goddess of Death and, for a long time, acted as Odin’s executioner and rode by his side during their conquest and invasion of new realms. The movie describes her as being locked away when her ambition became too great. Odin sealed her away and then went on to have Thor and Loki.

Because it’s never stated that Hela was sent to Helheim to rule over the land of the dead, I have to make the distinction there. Hela is Odin’s firstborn. She was locked away because she became too powerful and too power hungry. This even lends itself to my backstory of Odin taking Loki’s children away from him and locking them away because he feared what they might do. This explains why he might be more than eager to clamp down on a potential problem child long before they became a problem and why he tried so desperately to keep Loki under his control so he, in turn, didn’t become a problem.

In short: 

Hela is Odin’s firstborn, the power-hungry goddess who was locked away once Odin realized she was too monstrous.

Hel is Loki’s only daughter, the half-dead goddess of death who was taken from Loki, banished to Helheim at a young age, and forced to rule over the realm of the dead. Perhaps Odin believed that she’d follow in her aunt’s footsteps and immediately sent her away somewhere where she could be useful.

At the end of the day, I am not willing to change my Hel or her relationship to Loki just because the movie meddled far too much into Hela’s backstory.  My Hel has always been inspired 100% by mythology. I will not mix her into Marvel’s representation of Hela. So, as far as this blog is concerned, Hela and Hel will be treated as two different people.

[secondsineternity]

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a character in italics is a favorite to write for. taking a break from strikethroughed fandoms. list is subject to change.

[scarlet--wiccan]

There's a young actress revealed to be play "Young Sylvie" and the Castellana Version had "Sylvie", not "Lady Loki" as her character's name, so... An amalgamation of sorts? MCU's weird take on Sylvie Lushton? Possible. They've done this exact same thing before (Wendy Mayomoff, Bucket Barnes, Hela Odinsdottir, Peter Stark, etc.)

Me when I saw the screen caps of the castellano credits

The M C U adaptations have obviously taken major creative liberties with characters in the past. Hela's new backstory-- which I'm convinced was lifted from Angela-- is a great example. I wouldn't be surprised if they're just borrowing the name "Sylvie" as a nod the source material. The Loki novel, did something a little similar-- there's a scene where Amora uses "Sylvie Lushton" as an alias on Midgard.

Whether this character is truly an iteration of Loki, an iteration of Amora, or a character loosely based on Sylvie Lushton remains to be seen. I have a hard time imagining around why they would choose to style a female-presenting version of Loki in such a why that she... barely resembles Loki, but I didn't exactly have high expectations for this element of the show in the first place. The original Lady Loki character is already fraught, and while she's not a transphobic caricature outright, she could easily be played as one. The current iteration of Loki as a gender-fluid character is better, but I don't think they'd really be doing her justice unless they cast a trans actress to play her.

I gotta say, though, I'm getting a real kick out of the idea that Sylvie, who is a D-list villain from a largely forgettable Young Avengers miniseries, might be making a high-profile appearance in the MCU before half of the Young Avengers have even been introduced.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Snapshot Two

Ship: Hela Odinsdottir x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Agatha needs a break from thinking, and her wife helps out.

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: mistress kink, implied pet play, use of bunny as a pet-name, titty sucking (nursing), dumbification, implied fingering, mostly fluff

The moment Agatha enters the apartment she strips.

She's exhausted from today's work, the pointless meetings, the constant need to be diplomatic lest she accidentally spark a war, and all she wants to do now is turn her thoughts off.

Days like today make her wish she never accepted Mother’s ultimatum.

“Rough day?”

Her wife's voice rings out from the kitchen, and Agatha gathers her clothes into her arms.

“I wanna be braindead.” Agatha complains, headed towards the bedroom in order to deposit her clothes into the laundry bin.

“Must've been really rough if you're begging to be fucked stupid like this.”

Agatha turns around and a whine slips out at the sight of her wife leaning against the door frame.

Hela’s wearing loose pants and nothing else, her lean muscles on blatant display, and Agatha feels flushed with heat as she stares at the older woman’s chest with undisguised want.

“Come here, pet.”

Agatha stumbles forward, her head beginning to spin with exhaustion and lust.

Hela runs a gentle hand through her hair and down her back, before she pulls Agatha flush against her body.

“You just want something simple to do, hm? Something easy, something that doesn't require Mistress’s little one to think?”

Agatha whimpers against Hela’s warm skin, her eyes slipping shut as her mind fuzzes.

Her wife’s hands dip low, cupping her ass, and Agatha allows herself to be lifted up, wrapping her legs around Hela's waist.

She takes a deep, slow breath as the goddess starts to walk, burying her face against the crook of Hela’s shoulder, inhaling the mixed scent of fresh linen, and something earthy that's unique to only her wife.

When Hela settles back against the couch cushions, Agatha shifts, curling up within her wife’s embrace, and the low chuckle that emits from the older woman vibrates against her.

Tender fingers gently run across the simple band that rests on Agatha’s forehead, and she can't help how she goes limp with relief when her wife dissolves it into the ether of magic.

Only Hela is permitted to even merely touch the sign of Agatha's right to rule, and it's only Hela who Agatha will ever wholly submit to.

When Hela dips her head down in order to press a kiss against Agatha's lips, her body buzzes, and she feels untethered, adrift in the dark sea of calm that is her wife’s presence.

“There isn't anyone home behind those pretty eyes, is there, pet?” Hela smirks as she pulls away, one of her thumbs tugging down on Agatha's bottom lip, keeping her mouth slightly agape.

When all Agatha can do is whine in response, Hela shakes her head.

“I don't know why you insist on working yourself so hard like this, bunny. Mistress could take over for you. Wouldn't that be nice? To never have to worry about a thing again?”

Hela frequently does this, frequently attempts to use Agatha's need against her, to gain more power.

And the truth is, it would be nice to simply hand over her crown and throne and call it a day, it would be nice to never have to think a thought of her own again.

But Hela, while technically a witch, is not of the people Agatha rules over, and does not have the right blood or magic running through her veins.

Even in her fuzzed out headspace, she's aware enough to shake her head in clear rejection.

Hela huffs, but she's well used to Agatha's refusal, and only pinches the soft skin of her upper arm in a reprimand for not agreeing to her.

Agatha squirms, but doesn't protest.

“Tired.” She manages to get out.

Hela sighs, and then shifts her arms, so that she's cradling Agatha instead of merely holding her.

When her wife guides her head towards a breast, Agatha knows what she wants, and obediently parts her lips as it meets warm flesh, and her eyes flutter closed as she begins to suckle.

It's soothing, and it completely shuts her mind off, and when Hela slides into her with two fingers, she relaxes into the sensation of being completely at Mistress’s mercy.

“There's a good little bunny.”

Mistress's honey-smooth voice sends Agatha further into the empty bliss that's blanketing her mind, and she doesn't need to do anything but bask in the warmth that is Mistress.

All she has to do is let herself be cared for.

She doesn't have to think, she doesn't have to speak, she doesn't have to move.

She only needs to be.

She floats for a long time, finding comfort in the utter emptiness her mind has become, and she's entirely unaware of the passage of time.

It doesn't really matter, it's not something necessary for her to keep track of.

That's what Mistress is for, to take care of her.

Because Agatha is Mistress’s, and Mistress always takes care of her property.

It isn't until Hela is tucking her in that Agatha realizes she's been moved at all.

When she makes a noise of confusion her wife shushes her, soothing a hand over the top of her hair, brushing it back.

“As much as I would like to use your pretty body for myself, you need proper rest more, pet. You really have been working that poor little brain of yours too hard.”

Agatha whines, struggling to move her arms upwards, wanting the warmth of Hela’s body, craving the skin to skin contact.

“Hush, bunny.”

Despite the reprimand, Agatha can feel the bed dip, and then her wife's arms are encircling her, tugging her close, and she sighs with content, her eyes once more slipping shut.

She's lucky, she knows.

Hela may be the only person Agatha will allow to see her vulnerable, but Agatha is the only person Hela ever treats with any sort of tenderness.

In that way, they have marked each other as special.

As equal.

There's a rumble that vibrates from Hela’s chest as she hums a chant softly.

Agatha relaxes, and she falls peacefully asleep to the calming sound.

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Thanks to @kamilahsqueen for tagging me and getting Erasure & Carla Bruni stuck in my head for the day.

spell out your url using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url:

Here's mine, basically a mopey playlist but I don't make the rules 🤣

Quelqu'un m'a dit - Carla Bruni

Under Pressure - Queen, David Bowie

Est-ce que tu m'aimes? - Maitre Gims

Every You Every Me - Placebo

Roulette - System of a Down

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Hunger - Florence + The Machine

Only The Winds - Ólafur Arnalds

Inbetween Days - The Cure

Crazy World - Aslan

Ever Dream - Nightwish

South London Forever - Florence + The Machine

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

Lost Cause - Beck

One and Only - Adele

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac

Tagging: @poor-bi-choices @snowwritings @storyscaped @hela-odinsdottir and literally whoever would like to do this!

[cordeliasflowergirl]

Snapshots 2: New Christmas Traditions

Second in the Snapshot Series.

Cordelia x Reader  Some Drabbles might be NSFW, A series of snapshots of your’s and Cordelia’s relationship.Each drabble is a snapshot of your’s and Cordelia’s relationship. They are in no particular order. Some can be NSFW. It's about just daily things and or important parts of the relationship. 

Living away from your family during the Holidays is hard. Cordelia knows just how to make it perfect for you. 

This ended up a little longer then a drabble.

Christmas had always been important to you growing up and it was a time spent with loved ones. Now that you live in New Orleans away from your family it was hard. Some of the girls in the house had decorated and it was fun but it wasn’t like it used to be. When you moved to New Orleans you had left all your old christmas decoration at home in storage. It was a mix of things you had from your childhood, and things you collected over the years. You even had a few that was given to you when your mother sold your grandparents house after they passed. With helping the girls and teaching at the school you didn’t have time to get them shipped. Your favorite Polaroid camera that was given to you by your mother for Christmas when you were a little girl was also in the containers. You sighed walking up the stairs taking some deep breaths to keep yourself from crying. It had been a long day and you just wanted to go to the room you shared with Cordelia and sleep. You walked into the room and stopped in your tracks there were some tubs on the floor and Cordelia was standing by the couch smiling. You raised your eyebrows as you heard Christmas music playing on the vintage record player that Cordelia got you last Christmas. “What is this?” you asked tossing your shoes to the side. Cordelia didn’t scold you for not putting your shoes away, instead she stepped towards you and guiding you towards the tubs. “Just open them please.” she said pointing to them. You reached down opening one of the lids and your eyes grew wide as tears filled them and you quickly opened the rest, They were all here, all of your christmas decorations. You looked you to Cordelia quickly standing up placing both your hands on her cheeks and kissing her lips. “How did you get these?” You asked as Cordelia wiped your tears away. “I knew you were upset about not being able to be home and I wanted to make new traditions with you.” Cordelia smiles. She didn’t have much Christmas growing up with her mother but she knew how important this was for you. You smile at her and understood now why the Christmas music was on. You two were going to decorate your room together and it was going to be a new tradition for you two. “I love you so much, this is perfect Cordelia. Thank you.” You say bending down picking up your stocking but you frowned. “Wait I don’t have one for you,” you felt your heart drop the stockings were the most important part. “I think your mom took care of that part too.” You looked over to see tears in her eyes as she pulled out a stocking with the initial C on it. You smiled and felt your own tears in your eyes. It was perfect this whole thing was just right and it was everything you could ever want. You leaned over and kissed Cordelia and took your two stockings and hung them up on the fireplace. You two spent the next few hours decorating the tree and the entire room. You laughed as Cordelia hung the mistletoe above your bed. After you two sat on the couch surrounded by Christmas decorations hanging everywhere and listening to Christmas music. A thought crossed your mind. “Wait my camera should be in these tubs.” You start moving things around looking for it. “Its not here.” You look at Cordelia to see it sitting in her lap and you smile. “I had to find the film for it and get it ready for you.” she smiled handing it to you. She knew your tradition. You took the camera from her and then you took her hand helping her up a guiding her towards the tree. You set the camera on the fireplace setting the timer and go to stand next to her. She wraps her arms around you as you do the same and you both smile at the camera as the flash goes off. You leaned in kissing her as the flash goes off one more time. You walk over grabbing both photos and pinning them to the tree. You smile at them as Cordelia takes your hand looking at the tree. “Cordelia thank you so much, this is perfect. I love you.” You smile at her. “I love you too and I’m so glad that you like it.” She leans over kissing you. You both stayed up that night by the fire both of you cuddling under the blankets with only the fire and Christmas lights lighting the room. You both drank hot coco and laughed as you told her stories of your childhood Christmas’s. 

Please let me know what you think.

Tags: @writing-foxie @lokesmcgotes @atrueamericanhorrorstory @starkainthebluebox @one-could-only-imagine @my-ahs-nightmare @vintagegoddess12 @chonisbestmistake @marvelb00kwolf @neganlangdon @hela-odinsdottir @kadenastudio @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @germansarechill @alurous @alwaysjourney

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face sitting (being eaten out) (for Hela)

Send me a kink and I'll rate it from 1-10 with 1 being least interest and 10 being [Accepting] 

“Hmm probably out 9 or 10 for that.”