#hellboy imagine

[scholastic-dragon]

This will not leave my brain so now you have to deal with it :)

Abe Sapien x Fem!reader

Falling Books

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, spelling mistakes, p in v sex,

The bookcase groaned with another hard thrust, Abes thighs smacking against your own.

You moan, broken and loud against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, clawing at his scales for purchase. Your legs bouncing, hooked around his hips.

His hands each grab an ass cheek, holding you up like you weight nothing, keeping you at the perfect height for him to thrust.

Dress yanked up your hips, underwear pulled to the side, his tight swim shorts pooling at his ankles.

The wood of the bookcase shelves press into your shoulder blades and lower back, but you can't find a reason to care when he's pounding you so thoroughly.

Sharp, powerful, thrusts, bouncing you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs.

Sweat drips from your face, down your neck, and disappearing down your cleavage.

Abe pushes you back into the shelf, kissing your neck, licking and sucking bruises into your skin.

"Abe," You pant, rolling your hips against him. Pulling your legs tighter against him, locking your ankles together to keep him close.

With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to yours, not stopping his thrusts.

"Yes, my love?" He moans, big eyes searching yours.

Your voice catches in your throat, his eyes so full of love and admiration, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in this world.

Splaying your hands on his bare shoulders, you repeat the phrase over and over in your head.

Harder, please.

He nods, fingers gripping into the meat of your ass, pulling out to his tip. He waits a beat, then slams forward.

Bending and snapping his hips, he reaches a spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes.

The shelves groan with your weight, books falling and clattering to the floor.

Some song is playing out from the speakers, you're not sure what it is. It could have been playing on repeat for all you knew. But it did its purpose so you couldn't complain.

Concealing your moans, groans, grunts and now the sound of the shelves banging against the wall and books thumping to the floor.

Pleasure rushed up your spine, making your chest and neck flush, a band building in your lower stomach.

With one strong hand, he holds you up, but the other snakes down to rub at your clit.

You moan and buck, cupping his face and kissing him hard, teeth clashing together.

"Don't stop, don't stop," You chant, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

The band builds and builds, Abes hips thrusting erratically, tumbling both of you toward you release.

"Abe!" You scream, body gushing around him, fluttering, clenching and gripping him like a vise.

He moans, pressing his lips to your neck, panting into the skin. He shouts your name, thrusting as far as he could, unloading himself in your welcoming body.

His hand leaves your clit, reaching past your body and hitting the shelves by your side.

His legs shake, thighs and hips twitching.

The shelf under his hand snaps, the wood cracking and sending a berage of books to the floor.

But Abe doesn't move, the books piling at his feet.

"That's gonna be tough to explain," You pant with a soft laugh.

"It's my library," He kisses your neck. "What is anyone going to say?" You both laugh.

He pulls back, sweaty, hot, and shaking with you in his arms. He kisses you, firm and loving and happy.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Warnings: Dark! Nuada | Dub-Con | Power imbalance dynamic | Degredation | Explicit language | Spanking | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex | Oral (Male receiving) | Cream pie | Angst

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

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Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

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[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

#jamie writes #my old fic #hellboy 2019 #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #reader insert #afab reader #b.p.r.d. imagine #b.p.r.d. #hellboy smut

[princessvisionary101]

💘❤️‍🩹 Nuada x Disowned Human Princess reader who her parents and her sister neglect her.

Part 2 of ?

Summary: Your father wants your older sister to be the perfect queen to the Bethmoora clan. Your sister wants everything to be perfect for her. Your mother never wanted anything much. You however, want to know why your sister’s dream guy, or elf in that matter, wants your attention and your presence to himself.

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Part 2 my people! Let’s make this a good one!

While you two were walking in the hallways of the palace, you wondered if you could find many books about the Bethmoora clan.

Now don’t get it wrong, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them, but learning more about other beings than just other humans was enough to dream about exploring the outside world.

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Seems as though the advisor was a little concerned about what you were thinking. Probably curious instead since it’s been a long while since anyone showed pi Now don’t get it wrong, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them, but learning more about other beings than just other humans was enough to dream about exploring the outside world. Who could blame him since he is the one who was technically force to guide you somewhere away from the important “royal meeting”.

“So your highness” he started but you hold up your hand quickly. “If you want you can just call me (y/n). Everyone back home usually doesn’t say your highness only for specific reasons.” You said before walking a little faster to catch up to him. “Oh? A may I ask why do you receive disrespectful treatment as though your title does not exist? Surely your parents must be furious about this sort of mishap with the servants I presume?”

You looked down while walking a little slower than usual. He had to slow down a bit to see your frown better.

“No I’m sorry.” You said while looking up at him with a small smile. “The clan may have seem to have good respect to their king and his children, but mine do not serve the same purpose but just to fetch me food and books from the library.”

“Ah I see then.” He stops in front of the library doors and turns to you in a look you can’t recognize. “Then please forgive me if I seem to have been shown to displease you in any way.” “Oh! Not at all!” You said waving yours hands in front of you while trying to choose your words carefully. “You were great help to me and great company as well! Thank you for showing me where the library will be at.” You both bow before he leaves and you went inside the room where still the knowledge you wanted to see can be found.

The library was very quiet and looks to be taken care of just like yours from back home. It seems as though it was used a lot , account of the books piled up on the tables and the many shelves that look almost like you were in a maze. It was messy, but it made you felt at home with the place you leave through the books filled with fantasy, drama, romance and surprises at every corner in every page.

And speaking of surprises in every corner-

“Can I help you human?” A baritone voice said that sounded more of a command then a question. You turned around and spot a elf with long white hair and a frown that makes it obvious you weren’t welcomed here.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding you sir.” You bowed with your head hung low. You never got over the habit of apologizing to many people who deemed you as a nuisance. You have your sister to thank for that. “My name is Princess y/n and I am here to spend my time here while my family finishes a meeting. I’m very sorry again for intruding.”

You couldn’t tell if he was upset at you or looking at you at all since you still had your head hung low. Maybe he’s wondering what kind of Princess “hung her head low to a elf no less?”

Huh…he thought so too.

“We’ll I’m not allowed to join them while they discuss about important matters, especially with the king of your clan.” You responded, having no trouble sounding more reserved towards the gentleman who didn’t seem to be displeased at your presence nor didn’t seem to want to dismiss you from the library.

“Very well then,” he says sitting down at the chair across from you while you raise your head and see him walk to the table you are occupying and picks up a book from the table, “then I’ll just continue reading from this book while you bid your time reading from the others. I do recommend though that you don’t cause any disturbance that might upset the librarian.”

He states right before glaring at you with a very look of distrust. You can’t seem to read him that well. He doesn’t seem to have any problems with you staying but he also seems to be annoyed with you around. It’s a continual battle of whether to please him by departing and finding a new place to spend you time or just to stay and be quiet. Since technically you don’t know the place well, it shouldn’t hurt to stay quiet and just find a book to read; especially since he seems to already look irritated by just feeling your presence.

“Alright” You responded, “but I do really mean it about me leaving the room if I’m bothering you sir.” you then pick up a random book from the nearest shelf and start to read. He glances up at you before continuing to read his book.

You both end up reading in silence while the sun was shifting from the afternoon to later mid-day. You would occasionally pick a different book when you finished yours and start reading with a small smile upon your face. It seemed like forever ago when you would go to your library and read books that had questions that you wish to know. For example, you were curious about how pirates act nowadays or if there was really a treasure island for pirates to roam and search of.

While you were busy reading a plot twist in your book, you failed to sense a pair of eyes watching you from time to time when you scrunch up your nose or when your eyebrows furrow during a chapter of the story.

Once you found a stopping point, you raise your head to see those pair of eyes looking at you from across the table. It freaks you out at first because usually the looks you get are either in disgust or in denial of your heritage of your family. In this case, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking of what he felt about you.

“May I ask why you are staring at me sir?”

He closes his book and lays it on top of the table before he crosses his arm on top of them.

“Why aren’t you with your family in the dining room discussing with the king? Normally, most humans are with him trying to have an alliance with our people, especially princesses who generally aren’t found in a library to waste an hour.”

You looked down embarrassed by his remark targeted to you, well it would sound so, and closed your book so that you can try to focus on this elf man across from the table.

“Well for starters sir, my family have always left me out of their conversations, especially when they go on their outings when they have time to get together. I do try to talk to my maids or the butlers, but most of the time I see their displeasure in talking to me. This led me to see that I don’t fit into anyone’s expectations of a good daughter or a great princess in their eyes.”

You looked at him and was surprised that he seemed to pay attention to your words. How long ago did someone look at you and listened that same way this librarian was?

“And are you ok with the way you are treated? It doesn’t sound like you enjoy feeling ignored or disrespected by others, including your own servants whom you have the control over if I’m correct.”

“Maybe so” You responded with a genuine smile at him, “but I rather someone talk to me or like me not because they have to, but because they desire to do so.”

Before he could respond, a servant walks to him and whispers in his ear in the language you couldn’t understand before seeing that he probably is about to leave you alone. He walks with the other elf, and they start to chatter behind your back. It seemed suspicious since the servant kept glancing at you from time to time and the man would have a small frown every now and then. Their conversation probably isn’t a good one you thought. He comes back and takes the books he had in his arms, and you already notice that it’s a sign that he is about to leave.

“Oh! Are you needed elsewhere sir? I’m sorry to take much of your time if you were supposed to leave soon!” You stand up but he stops you before you did anything else strange.

“It is nothing that you should worry about, but yes, I am needed somewhere. However, my servant also told me that the meeting is done, and you are asked to meet your family at the dining room where the king is at.” He gives his servant the small stacks of books for them to put away before strolling over to you with his hand extended in your direction. You got confused for a bit until he chose to grab your hand and leave a gentle kiss on your palm. You never felt so flustered at the fact that a man, let alone a prince had left the touch of his lips linger on your hand before raising his head at your level.

“I hope you have a wonderful time here in the library and I would like to extend my gratitude for your honesty and kindness.” He then leaves you alone at the table, feeling bewildered at his change of attitude, and you start to wonder if what you said to him made him had a different view towards you. You don’t think about it even when you walk out of the library doors, and you hope that the way he talked to you wouldn’t be the last time someone treated you that way. It has been forever since someone didn’t mind your presence.

You’ll probably come to regret that thought once you realize what you’re really in for.

(Hello! Thank you so much for reading chapter 2 of the disowned princess reader x prince nuada silverlance. Now to keep my message short, I have been busy trying to work but currently I've been fired since I couldn't work full time and now I got time to myself :3 I also just started college, but since I got less homework, I will be trying to make more fanfics on this blog, including trying to finish this series which I come to enjoy.

I thank you all for enjoying the first chapter and I hope that ya'll continue to read and share my fanfic by reblogging it! See all of you soon and have a wonderful day!)

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[oceansrose2002]

Bestie need Hellboy and Abe fluff thoughts 🥺

Fluff headcanons

Hellboy❤️

Now this man will take care of you if you are sad or upset, the moment he sees your lip quiver he’s fighting whoever did it and will start an argument with manning.

Cuddles? Food? Favorite drink? Sit your butt down because big red will handle whatever you need no matter the time. Doesn’t matter if it’s three and he’s getting his baby their stuff.

Cats plus hellboy? Gooood that’s a cuddle party waiting to happen just to end up with a mission to happen which hb gets mad about but he knows you’ll be fine with the cats. They will get put out of the bed when he gets back.

Abe💙

This man is the sweetest most caring man their ever could be! Like with the mind thing too! Oh my he will always be right by your side.

Abe will always be there the moment he’s out of his tank knowing you are back from a mission he’s getting a heated blanket and some food for you.

He will suggest some cuddle time in the tank if he’s been out of it for too long and is starting to dry too quick. (The tank is heated)

All in all if you had to pick between the two? Just go for both because both is good and knowing abe and hellboy? There will never be a time where you are alone or need a cuddle partner .

#hellboy 2004 #hellboy x reader #Abe x reader #hellboy imagine

[ivfrankenstein]

DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;

the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.

farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.

“you are easy to find, even when you're hiding.” he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, “shouldn't someone be watching you?”

“do they have to?” the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, “all my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?”

he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.

“with seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?”

“i am.”

it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.

“it's all a total waste of your blood.” he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell… it alone could suffocate a human victim.

“that troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.” she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.

“one more ogre, one less.” he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, “there's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.”

“i’m not surprised you're more than okay with that information.” she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, “it just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?”

“the same as you.” it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, “it took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.” except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, “you did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.”

it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.

“do me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.”

“oh, a gun, how uncivilised,” he said in a bored tone, “you have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.”

“and why is that?” she asked, trying to stay focused, “i kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.” her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.

she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.

“by letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.”

“what a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.”

it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.

“and i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.” he confirmed it, “but as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.” he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, “i'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,” he pointed at her with an open palm, “already have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.”

for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.

“if so,” then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, “i think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.”

the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.

“that was a dirty trick.” she admitted before he could, “in my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..” she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, “if you'll excuse me.”

“please.” nuada only said.

“death jr. to red.” y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, “death jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.”

he smirked and nodded in understanding, “as a good team member should.”

y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, “i hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.”

—gif: @amatesura 📿 also, english not my first language. so, i beg you pardon.

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[multific]

Destiny and Future

Hellboy x Reader

Summary: You arrived at the church as all hell break lose outside, literally

"RED!" the voice caught everyone's attention in the church. You barged in and the scene in front of you shocked you, to say the least. 

"Just what in the seven shades of FUCK is going on here?!" you yelled as you saw the Professor, dead, as Alice was projecting him. He offered you a smile that told you, you just arrived on time.

"He is fulfilling his destiny and no one will be able to stop him." Nimue, the woman in front of him said.

"Oh, okay, and here I thought it was the end of the world." you let out a huff, obviously being sarcastic.

"You left." Hellboy spoke as he was now fully turned towards you. His words felt like fire and ice at the same time. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at him.

"I tried to find my parents... took me so long to realize that while I was looking for my past, my present and future ran right past me, and I lost you. I'm so sorry, Red. I caused you way too much pain with my selfishness. I wasn't there for you when Ruiz passed, I wasn't there for you before or after and I regret it deeply. But this is not you, Red. I know you, this is not who you are, I mean come on a fire crown? Really?" you took a spet towards him, everyone watching you closely. 

"Do not listen to her. She is lying! She played with your feelings, she just doesn't want you to fulfil your destiny."

"Slithering like a snake I see." you commented as she gave you a look. 

"I'll kill you." she moved towards you, with intentions to murder you but Hellboy grabbed her arm.

"No one touches My Kitten." he said before he chopped her head off. One clean cut.

Then you were attacked by something from your right, and before you could dodge it, it made you fly and land against a pillar, making your back hurt and as you hit your head, you passed out.

When you woke up you were in a very familiar room, Red's room.

You smiled as you saw him sitting by your side.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as you woke up.

"Like I was just thrown against a pillar and blacked out. Can you kill the light please? My head is throbbing." you asked as you covered your eyes. Hellboy did as you told him and turned the lights off, only a small light illuminating the room so it's not pitch black. 

He didn't say a word. Although you knew he wanted to say many many things, he didn't speak.

"Red... I'm sorry about your father."

"Yeah."

"But I'll never leave you again, I promise. Not even when you will yell at me for being annoying." he smiled.

"I'm sorry you didn't find what you were looking for."

"Don't be silly, I found it years ago when I met you, I just didn't realize." you sat up against the pillows as he moved to sit next to your leg on the bed. "I feel bad, I spent most of our relationship trying to find my past."

"Well, you are doing it again, you are focusing on what happened instead of the future." you looked into his golden eyes. 

"You are right it's just that I feel really bad about it. I understand why you'd feel like I played with your feelings. But I never lied, I do really love you, Red." 

"I know. I love you too." he leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips. 

Throughout your relationship with him, this was the first time you felt truly free and happy. 

"So... Excalibur and... fire crown?" you laughed as he groaned but didn't say anything.

From that day on, no more looking into the past, from that day on, all that mattered was the future, your future with him. 

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[atomic--peach]

Imagine trashing a construction site and getting caught by Prince Nuada, who finds you both impressive and confusing .

 Possible multi parter?

You didn’t know exactly what time it was or how long you had been chained to a tree, half exhausted and half starving. The work crew had left around dusk, leaving their bulldozers and two rent-a-cops guarding you after deciding that they didn’t get paid enough to deal with an angry hippie chaining herself to a tree and refusing to move.

In all honestly, this wasn’t exactly what you had planned. But the workers had decided to start a day early, throwing you off your game until you impulsively chained yourself to the thick trunk of the ancient oak tree and prepared yourself for a game of chicken.

It seemed you had won, at least for the moment. But since the guards had confiscated your back pack, all you could do now was wait until morning.

Half dozing, your ear perked up at the sound of movement in the darkness surrounding you. Not an animal, footsteps.

“Who’s there?” You called, throat dry and cracking from dehydration. “I told you I’m not leaving. I can do this all night.”

There was no response, but you could feel a pair of eyes on you.

You drew yourself up, spine popping as you did.

“I know you’re there.”

There was a moment of silence before the figure drew closer, a faint outline now visible in the dark.

“Do you intend to stay here all night?”

It was a man, but his voice was strange. No New York thickness to it, in fact you couldn’t place it at all.

“Yep” You grunted plainly.

“Why?”

You blinked, struck by the question. It wasn’t often you were asked why you did these things, only what you wanted.

“Because it would be wrong to destroy these trees” You insisted, “It’s wrong and I won’t stand for it. You’ve destroyed most of the forests in the state, why can’t you leave this one be?”

“I’m not doing anything” the voice didn’t sound offend, it was almost amused by your anger.

“Oh let me guess” you scoffed. “you’re just doing your job, huh?”

The figure drew closer. “No, I’m not with the humans at all, but I’m curious what you plan to do next ”

“Well, I had a back pack with a bunch of stuff in it to...wait what?”

“What?”

“What does that mean?”

“What?”

“That you’re not with the humans?”

There was a moment of silence before the figure shifted, closer now. He seemed to be examining the chain you had strapped around your torso.

“I can get your backpack, but what are you going to do?”

You decided to ignore the subject change and instead swallowed and wiggled a little. “I was doing to vandalize the bulldozer, slash tires, sawdust in the fuel tank, you know.”

“That will only stop them a short while”

“Long enough to come up with a better plan.” You shot back, “So will you help me or not?”

He hummed, thinking a moment before nodding. “Alright, But you’ll need to get down first”

“Right” you nodded, reaching into your bra to retrieve the key to the pad lock on your stomach and grunted with relief when the pressure of the chains dropped to the base of the tree.

“Now where are the guards?”

“They’re at the metal gate that blocks off the area, I think if we’re quiet maybe we can...”

“You stay here, I’ll only be a minute”

He was gone before you could protest, and back before you could think of a good argument, your heavy back pack over one shoulder. He dropped it on the ground and you unzipped the largest pocket. Everything was still there, including the large metal flashlight on top.

“Okay” you smiled a little, flicking on the light. “Let’s get to work, now I’ll...” You looked up faster than the man could dodge and you froze at the sight of him in the yellow beam.

White as chalk, with silvery hair and golden eyes.

So that’s what he meant.

“Who are you?” you whispered softy. He had turned away from you for a moment, but with a sigh turned back and stared you down, his eyes daring you to say something smart.

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does to me.”

He frowned. “My name is Prince Nuada, Silverlance....”

You blinked a moment, completely blind sided.

When it became clear that you weren’t going to move before he did, he sighed and grabbed your bag, examining it himself before pulling out a large can of hairspray and a lighter.

“What...?”

“It’s for if things get really messy...” you took the can from him. “Really messy”

You shoved it back into the back and instead pulled out a small hatchet, a gallon bag of kitty litter, a can of black spray paint, and a set of black gloves.

“How many times have you done this?” Nuada asked as you pulled on the gloves and tied back your hair tightly.

“Five”

“How many times have you gotten caught?”

You stood up, the spray paint can and the plastic bag in one hand and the hatchet in the other. You handed him the hatchet slowly.

“I’ll get the windows and gas tanks, you slash the tires”

Nuada eyed the hatch, a small smirk forming on his face as he brushed it aside and, from his back, retrieved a short handle spear that seemed impossibly sharp even in the darkness.

“I have my own, thanks.”

You nodded.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met a human like you.” He noted and you side eyed him.

“Well, with all due respect. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you period.”

Nuada nodded.

You worked quickly, keeping a constant watch for the guards who could show up at any time. You blacked out the windows and gauges on the machinery and funneled debris into the gas tanks, while around you there was a steady chorus of deflating tires. 

“Alright” You breathed, “I think that’s all of them.” You turned, trying to find him in the dark but he had vanished. 

Shining your flashlight around you sighed and nodded. “Thanks again, whoever you are.”

You had to go, knowing the crew would be coming early, and it was already past midnight. You jogged towards the fence and climbed over, all the while wondering what exactly just happened. 

#prince nuada #prince nuada x reader #hellboy imagine

[betyloca]

Imagine: Hellboy meeting Ben Daimio's twin sister and that they are different in personality

hellboy: she's your sister

Ben: Yes.

looking at the girl who stared in a television store when a cartoon was playing while she was walking on the street

y/n: look Benito, they are showing adventure time* pointing to the program while smiling*

Ben: Yes, let's go y/n

hellboy: haha Benito told you

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[moltedphoenix]

Reunited| HellboyxGn!Reader

Hellboy x Gn! Reader

They/them pronouns

You get back early from a mission and decide to suprise Hellboy. He is escatic to see you again

NOT PROOFREAD

You have been gone for a few months on a mission and anyone at the BPRD could tell how much it had upset Hellboy. He was unresponsive to most and started leaving more often.

They attempted to fix the situation by hiring another person to keep him under wraps. This man was John Myers. Hellboy didn't mind him but he wasn't you. He hated the idea of someone replacing you.

He didn't have much time to dwell on it before they were sent out to subdue some other threat.

During the ride there Hellboy remained silent." they will be coming back you know" Abe spoke up tilting his head to look at Hellboy who continue to look out the one way window. Hellboy slowly turned his head " Don't get physic with me Fella" Hellboy replied his voice getting snippy." Nothing Physic about it. You're easy"

____________

Your trip had ended early and you were on your way back to the BPRD a month before you were expected to be back. While in your cab you contact Professor Broom you were on your way back and to not tell anyone. You wanted to suprise Hellboy.

" Guess they're out" you mumble, walking into the BPRD and setting your bags down. You wander around seeing what had changed, not much did. While you were walking back to the main area you heard a small meow. You bent down and looked up a book case. That's where you saw a little kitten. Poor thing looked terrified. You reach under and pulled it out holding it gently in your arms.

" what are you doing out here honey?" You asked petting the kitten who still meowed loudly crawling near your face. " have you guys been fed yet?" You walk down the hall to where you remembered Hellboys room to be.

You open the door and are met with countless hungry felines. You feed them and shower them with love before you hear the main door open.

You hurry out to meet the group returning. You distinctly hear a familiar voice. You move out with open arms and a big smile

" Suprise!" You call out before your smile falters " Jesus H.B what happened" the man was bloodied and battered. Hellboy hardly seems to notice was condition he's in after he saw you.

He stumbles over nearly falling on his way there. It wasn't until you go to him and help hold in up when he's able to steady himself " Y/N! You're back!" Hellboy exclaims a big grin

John leaned over to Abe whispered " Who's that?" He asked.

" Hellboys other 'Nanny' " he responded as John nodded

" Let's go fix you up. You look like a wreck" you continue to hold him upright as you make your way to the infirmary.

" I thought you said you'd survive with me gone" you asked as he lets out a dry laugh " I'm alive ain't I?"

" Hardly, you look like a train wreck, I just got back and you're already stressing my out" you smiled despite your clear worry. He reached over a tilted your head up to face him. Oh those soft golden eyes made you weak. You let out a soft sigh.

" I missed you"

" missed you too"

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[scholastic-dragon]

HAPPY BDAY YAYYYY

could i request a Hellboy x female reader with prompt 9: don't give me that look?

You can have free reign other than that, thank you so much!

hehehehehehehehehe

yes

Right Place.... right time?

warnings: SMUT, minors DNI

"Don't give me that look," He growls, glancing around the dark tunnel you two are in. "We can't,"

You scoff, setting your flashlight on your belt.

Hellboy was trying to be better. He'd fucked up on so many missions and wanted to remind the team that he was here. That he could do a simple recon mission.

"I'm serious, Babe," He groans, looking through the underground tunnels. You two had split off, looking for clues for the most recent monster escapade. "I cannot get distracted-"

He turns and the words die on his tongue. Your jacket is already off, your shirt unbuttoned to reveal your bare chest. And your hands and working on your belt and pants.

"Babe," He wants to sound assertive, but it comes out as a plead. His cock is already half hard seeing you like this. "We're in the middle of a mission, we can't-"

Your pants fall to the floor. Now you're in nothing but a red thong. His resolve smashes into a million pieces.

Before he can think, he's rushing forward, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. He gives you no time to breathe, his flashlight falling to the floor with a thump.

Lifting you in his arms, he pushes you against the cold stone wall. It's wet and damp and cold down here, but as you mewl and roll your hips into his pants he can't seem to care.

His stone hand and tail keep you pressed to the wall, his human one runs down your body until he reaches your weeping cunt. "God, you're fucking soaked," He all but moans into your mouth.

"Pants. Pants," Is all you can reply, reaching down and tugging at his belt. It takes you both a minute, but you finally get the damned thing off. He barely pushes down his pants and underwear, his cock bobs in the open air.

He notches the hot tip at your entrance, kissing at your throat. He slips inside and you mewl and grip his shoulders. Slowly but surely he sinks you down to the hilt, both of you panting and moaning quietly.

He moves you like you weigh nothing, up and down over and over again. His teeth latch onto your breasts, sucking dark bruises onto the soft skin.

God, he's already close.

His tail sneaks over your thigh that wrapped around his hip and rubs at your swollen clit. You moan and groan into his mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit," You chant, followed by a scream of his name and other blasphemous curses. Your cunt squeezes him tight, gushing around him. He grunts, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

His knees nearly give out, pressing you harder into the wall. You're both shaking and panting in each others arms.

You laugh breathlessly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He opens his mouth to respond when someone else's voice echoes off the tunnels. "It'll get a lot worse if you two don't clean up and get to the rendezvous point in ten minutes,"

Hellboy's blood runs cold. "Abe? Were you listening?" You gasp softly, face flushing deep, covering your face in your hands.

He laughs. "Thankfully no, I got hear just a minute ago to the heavy breathing. But I can only cover for you two for so long, so hurry up," His footsteps retreat from the tunnel.

"Thanks, Abe, I owe ya," Hellboy calls, smirking at your flushed face.

"You owe me a lot actually," He says, voice getting quiet.

Hellboy chuckles, licking his lips. "Ya know what, baby? That was worth it," He laughs harder as you smack his shoulder.

#hellboy #hellboy x reader #hellboy smut #hellboy 2004 #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy oneshot #hellboy imagine #birthday smut prompts #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi Whimsy🖤

I'm new here and this is my first ask so I'm sorry if I haven't done this right. If you're comfortable with it and are able to can I get a Prince Nuada x chubby f!reader enemies to lovers anything (with nsfw if you're fine with that).

You have full reign over the direction and themes of this, anything is appreciated!

Thank you for your time🌻

Hello! Now this is something that actually deserves a full multi-part fic, so I thought of coming up with a detailed outline for the moment. I hope you like it!

“A prince’s regard”

Pairing: Prince Nuada x chubby F! reader (Human | Second person POV)

Themes: Enemies to lovers | Soft | NSFW

Warnings : Angst-ish | Mentions of wounds | Mention of character death (Nuada’s mother) | Nuada being a bit of a jerk in the beginning | Insecurities | Nuada gets a little handsy at the end, but in a cute way.

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Summary: As part of a greater plan to encourage peace and understanding between humans and elves, a lottery is held for elves and humans to live amongst each other. You’re one of them, and the elf you are paired off with during the lotter is none other than Nuada himself.

A/n: If anyone wants to make use of these I say go for it, but please tag me if you do.

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🍃As part of a peace treaty with mortals, King Balor proposed an exchange of culture and knowledge between the two former warring races. Selected humans would live amongst the elves as attendants, handmaidens, stewards, and students, and elves would do the same with humans.

🍃A lottery is organized and monitored by the BPRD to stop parties with vested interests from meddling and upsetting the delicate balance of such a hard-won peace. Offices spread all over the world turn into lottery centers, and any elf or mortal wishing to add their name to the list is encouraged to do so.

🍃The numbers may not have been record-breaking, but enough elves and humans registered all the same. Your name was one of them. You did it on a dare, and with your friends, thinking nothing would ever come out of it.

🍃When the announcements start, you join the others in front of the TV, listening to names being called out, along with the names of families and individuals they would be paired with. Your name was not called on the first day. It was not called on the second or third day either. It was disappointing, to be sure, but you made peace with it. The days passed, with more and more names being announced. Then, after a fortnight had passed, you listened, dumbfounded, while your own name was announced to the world in crisp words. You were even more astounded when you found that you were being paired off with none other than the crown prince of Bethmoora himself.

🍃Your friends take you shopping as you would be moving into a series of abandoned railway tunnels he had converted into a luxurious palace. No one has seen the inside of it except for his father and sister, and the handful of attendants that served him.

🍃You’re nervous. Not just because you would be living with elven royalty, but also because Nuada is well known for hating humans.

🍃The prince was cold and aloof when you walked in through thick wooden doors full of strange symbols carved into them. “For protection,” Princess Nuala said, “against any evil that tries to make its way inside.”

🍃She was exceedingly warm where her twin is not, asking dozens of questions about your life, your friends, your family, everything. Nuala helped you settle into your new rooms and then showed you around the vast network of tunnels and chambers her brother called home. Everything was dimly lit, because that was how he liked it. There were sculptures and priceless works of art everywhere, hundreds upon hundreds of candles, thick, plush carpets, and the library was unlike anything you had ever seen.

“Do not touch anything.” He hissed, startling you. Nuada had walked up to you without making a sound. It was more than a little unnerving that he could do such a thing. “These treasures are priceless, and I will not see them sullied by mortal hands such as yours.”

Nuala apologized profusely. “Some of the sculptures you see here belonged to our mother,” she went on to explain after he disappeared down another corridor. “And my brother is quite attached to them.”

She did not say more on the matter, and she took you to her own rooms and hosted you to a light supper. At least, that was what she called it. An elaborate meal had been laid out in the dining room of her apartment. During dinner, Nuala informed she had to return to the BPRD, as her true home was there, with Abe. She would visit from time to time, but her place was elsewhere. Your heart sank, for it meant you would have to be alone with Nuada.

“Do not fret,” she urged. “My brother has a good heart; it is just that he guards it so fiercely. Give him time, y/n. He will come around. Mr. Wink will be here as well, so you will not want for company.”

“That’s comforting,” you tell yourself. Mr. Wink was large and imposing and spoke in a language you did not understand, and his loyalty would always belong to Nuada. Still, you made peace with Nuala’s leaving, and enjoyed the rest of your dinner.

🍃During the course of the subsequent days and weeks, Nuada would go out of his way to avoid you. He dined by himself, trained by himself, and kept to his own chambers when he was not needed elsewhere. If, by chance, you did run into him, he would respond with a curt grunt before walking away. If you came upon him training, he would order you to leave him in peace. Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, he would walk out of a room if you walked into it. It stung. What made it worse was knowing your stay had to last a full year before a change in placement could be requested. And that made you wretched, because the end of that year was still a long way off. Resentment took root, and you slowly began to loathe the prince for making living with him so hard.

🍃Mr. Wink, on the other hand, was surprisingly nicer, allowing you to join him while he used the mechanical toys that kept him entertained, watching TV with you, and even letting you read to him once in a while. He went so far as to ask through Nuala for you to help him learn your language.

It was a trial. Truly, it was a trial. Mr. Wink was a creature of fixed habits, and modern languages were strange to his ears. Once, he nearly flipped over a table in frustration. You had to keep to your sofa and hide your giggles while he ranted and raved and declared, through Nuala during her next visit, that human languages were languages born from the pits of hell.

“They may be languages from the pits of hell,” you tell him, “but you still need to learn. Come on. You can do this.”

The lessons continued. And Nuada’s avoidance of you continued as well. 

🍃“Why do you always avoid me?” You finally mustered your courage and confronted him after breakfast. “I know you are not all that happy about it, but do you have to go out of your way to make me feel unwelcome?”

“Because you are mortal,” he rasped sharply. “That alone is enough. Now leave me. I have better things to do with my time.”

🍃And so it continued, until one dark November night, when an injured Mr. Wink brought him home, covered in wounds. A raid had gone wrong, you were told. Hellboy had taken it into his head to charge straight into a hive of tooth fairies, the largest that had been found in North America. Many in the team were injured, and Nuada was one of those who were worse off. Doctors from the Bureau came over and did the best they could. You had to see to his care after they left, as Nuala could not leave the BPRD. She too had suffered the same harm, even though she never left the facility.

For several days, Nuada slipped in and out of consciousness. You wanted to let him struggle out of spite, but seeing him helpless and weak convinced you to do otherwise. You changed his dressing, gave him bed baths to clean him up, and even changed his clothes. You avoided looking at the scars that marred an otherwise near-perfect body. It would be rude to do so, you tell yourself. He would not like being gawked at.

You brushed his hair and then read to him before making yourself comfortable on a nearby pillowed bench that served as your bed. Sometimes, you would find him looking at you with a strange expression in his eyes while you went about looking after him. You didn’t know what to make of it.

🍃“You must eat something, my prince,” you insisted one evening, holding a spoonful of soup to his mouth. “Just a spoonful. Please.”

Nuada’s appetite had deserted him, and you had to feed him his meals. He fussed and grumbled and muttered choice words in the language of his people, but he would yield to your entreaties in the end and make himself eat. It started with a spoonful, and then another, and another. Finally, when he was strong enough, he could eat properly.

🍃Then he started to talk. It’s about the little things at first: the meal before him, his sister’s wellbeing, and your lessons with Mr. Wink.

“He speaks very highly of you,” he confessed, much to your surprise. “He says you treat him with respect.”

“Do other elves treat him with respect?”

“No,” he replied. "Trolls are seen as, how do you mortals put it?" Nuada searched for the right word. "Oh yes. As the knuckledraggers of my world. Mr. Wink is a remnant of a more primitive age and, therefore, unworthy of true respect in the eyes of many. Besides my sister and myself, you are the only one who is openly kind to him."

"You are kind to him, and yet you treat me with scorn," you sighed. 

The prince said nothing. He grew quiet and thoughtful. You take it as a sign to clear his tray and leave.

🍃Life with him became easier after that. While he rested, Nuada spoke of all the things he had seen and all the wondrous creatures he had met. You listened to his tales with rapt attention, for few mortals knew of such things. Finally, he opened up about his hatred for humans and why he allowed it to fester in his heart for so long.

“They killed my mother,” he spat. “When father left for war, mother traveled with him. She would stay at camp while he took off for the battlefield. He thought he had no cause for worry, for it was an unwritten rule, you see, for a military camp to be left untouched even during the height of fighting. There could be women and children present. Humans did not care for that. As soon as father’s warriors were out of sight, they attacked the camp. My mother… let us just say she did not survive.”

You did not know what to say, except for "I'm sorry.” Nuada smiled sadly and patted your hand.

“Tis not your fault,” he countered. “And it is I who should be apologizing." Nuada paused, and hesitated. "You have been nothing but considerate of my wishes the entire time, and you went out of your way to take care of me even after how I behaved in the beginning. I am ashamed of myself and must beg for your forgiveness.”

🍃Forgiveness would take a while, but Nuada did all that he could to make amends. He even invited you to accompany him to a great feast as his honored guest. That gave you pause, for while Nuada was lithe and graceful and everything a mighty warrior ought to be, you thought yourself to be the opposite of it all and told him so.

“Everyone would compare me to the other ladies,” you agonized after changing into yet another gown, one that was so soft it felt like you were clothed in nothing but air. “I cannot go looking like this.”

“No one will compare you to others,” he insisted. Nuada came into your rooms after wondering what was taking you so long. “They would not dare do so. Besides, there is nothing to give you cause for concern. Like your hair, for example. It looks beautiful the way you have arranged it.”

A flash of heat crept up your throat. No one had complimented you like this before. “It is?”

“Indeed.” Nuada came closer. “And that dress. How artfully it clings to your body. You have made a wise choice with your garments, y/n.”

“Oh.” Now your cheeks were aflame. “You’re not lying? You really like how I look?

“As my sister would tell you, lying is not something I excel at.” He grew bolder, and brushed his hand over your hip, your waist. “Soft,” he murmured. “Even softer than your dress.”

His touch was electrifying. And he was right. Lying was not something he was skilled at. You saw it with your own eyes—how he could not even pretend to be gracious in the beginning. You flushed and looked away, unsure of what to do or say. Nuada reached over and lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“Did I go too far?” He murmured softly.

“No,” you mumbled. “I… I just didn’t expect such attention from someone like you. You are the crown prince. You’re dashing and skilled, and you're the greatest warrior among your people. And I… I am me.”

He went quiet for a while, as if he were thinking. “Then give me the chance to show you how you are so much more than what you believe yourself to be,” he proposed. “Can you do that, y/n? Give me such a chance?”

He was holding out his hand, his eyes bright and determined. But there was something else in those vivid golden-yellow eyes of his. Something more than determination. It tugged at you and drew you in.

He is trying, you think to yourself. He is really trying. And would it be awful to be at the receiving end of his affections?

You decided it would not be so awful after all and placed your hand in his.

tags: @nupppuff @thepjofanqueen

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[suvidrache]

Nuada as a dad!

Nuada As A Father

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 139 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Nuada as a dad.

He is very protective over his child.

He doesn't want to lose them. He's lost most of his race due to the humans. He knows just how cruel the world can be.

He would raise them, knowing they'd be next in line for the throne and to be careful around the humans and other creatures.

He would teach them how to fight so that they can stay safe when he isn't there to protect them.

He teaches them all that he knows about his world and the other worlds.

He makes sure that they study up on things when he has to leave so that they don't fall behind on their education.

He wants them to be the best, and sometimes he thinks that he's failing as a father and that he isn't good enough.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

Tag List: @eli-chris, @queendeeshorrorimagines, @unlikelypersonalknight1, @imagineherbrightskies, @magicovento

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[princessvisionary101]

Teaser for chapter 2 of Prince Nuada Silverlance x disowned princess reader:

While you two were strolling in the hallways of the palace, you wondered if you could find many records about the Bethmoora clan to pass the time in the library. Afterall, if you were going to read some books while your family discuss business, may as well learn more about the strangers you’ve never heard of then not anything.

Now don’t be mistaken, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them like you family did for many other visitors or guests; but learning more about other existences than just other similar individuals was enough to imagine exploring the outside world without no care in the world.

(Now to further explain my situation if y’all are curious, if not, you can ignore this message before the keep reading tab but if y’all are curious, then y’all are free to keep reading.)

Now y’all know as a person we all have a lot of responsibilities that we have to focus on before doing anything that we love to enjoy.

For example, I am about to start college in a few days and I also work on the weekends, so I hardly have any time to do anything much less riding stories, playing video games, or hanging out with friends.

But do not worry. I still want to try to finish the story just so that way I can see how far my writing skills can go and because I’ve always wanted to be a fun, loving fanfic writer for characters who hardly get enough Fame or love as they should. But do not fret the chapter is already done. I just need to edit a few stuff to make sense and then I will have enough time to post it before I start college.

I hope y’all enjoy the chapter and thank you for reminding me how much people are patiently waiting for something that means a lot to me.

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[iguana-eyanna]

Between The Sheets

Pairing: Hellboy x pregnant! reader

Summary: all he wanted was to get back home and fall into your arms, but things aren't that simple, especially when he knows he's leaving again

a/n: song inspiration from James Bay Move Together

Warnings: foreplay, sexual tension, implications of smut, angst

Hellboy sighs in relief after the airplane landed onto the base.

"Finally" he huffs out.

He's been itching to get out of this mission since he was assigned to it. Once he was done with debrief, he went to his motor and rode out home.

He always wanted to live in the countryside, it's something he dreamed of when he was a kid from his dad's stories.

He kills off his engine as he nears the house and walks his motor in the driveway. He unlocks the door and takes off his boots, silently walking to the bedroom.

He almost succeeds until the door was creaking loudly.

"Red?" a voice groggily said out loud.

"Shhh doll, go back to sleep. I'll shower real quick and join you."

"M'kay. Don't sleep on the couch, you know I hate it when you sleep on the couch." you slurred.

He snickered to himself as he headed to the bathroom. Every time he came from a mission, he slept on the couch so he wouldn't disturb your sleep. One time, he woke up as someone threw a pillow in his face and saw a grumpy you.

He reminded himself not to do it again.

Once he washes the grime off him and smelt like fresh lavender, he dries himself off and headed to the bedroom.

Your eyes were closed as you slept on your side, your hand carefully hugging the swell of your abdomen.

Hellboy smiles to himself, feeling his heart burst with love. You two found out you were pregnant four months ago. It was a surprise to both of you, but the idea of having a piece of each other really made you guys smile.

He throws on some dark gray joggers and slowly crawls behind you and places his arm over you, also cradling your bump.

"We missed you." you murmured, snuggling closer to him.

"I missed you more." he whispers in your ear.

"How's the little guy?" he asks, his fingers roaming on your bare skin.

You snicker. "The little person that has been living inside of me for four months stopped giving nausea but I've been getting some aches all over my body, especially my legs."

HB couldn't help but laugh lightly. He gets up and shifts down to unwrap you in your blankets.

"This better?" He asks, massaging your legs up and down.

You exhale, releasing a moan.

"I'd take that as a yes." HB said, earning a snort from you.

"But seriously, you don't want a boy?" he asks.

You open one eye and look at him massaging your legs on his lap.

"It's not that, I kinda picture you as a daddy's girl."

"Really?" he asks.

"But nonetheless, I just want our baby in our arms." You said, one hand resting on top of your bump.

"Ditto" HB says, leaning down to kiss your bump.

You look at him adoringly. When he's around you, he's like this whole other person. Yeah, people think he's a rude, ruthless man who didn't give care in the world. But when he was at home, he was this huge toasty teddy bear that kissed the ground you walked on.

You were his everything.

His warm hands trail your sides and lingers near your waistband, using his index finger to lift the soft fabric away from your skin.

"Red..." you warned.

"Shhhhh baby, I'll do all the work. You just stay there and enjoy yourself."

You blush under his words. He was always a sweet talker.

"Is this how you're going to be for the next few months?" You ask.

HB stops what he was doing, biting his lip inward. "Yeah..." he said with uncertainty.

Your eyes fly open as you stare at him. "What are you not telling me Red?" you ask.

He exhales a bit, trying to avoid your worried gaze.

"I'm flying out next week." he said.

"What?" You ask out loud, sitting up.

"We can talk about this in the morning over breakfast, I can make your favorite pancakes-" you cut him off as you get out of the bed, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him.

"How long are you staying out there?" You ask with more hostility in your voice.

"One to... two months."

"Two Months?!" you yelled.

"Baby" Red said.

"No, don't 'baby' me." You said, turning around to find your silk robe to leave the room.

He calls your name to go back into the room but you don't listen to him.

He places his hand in his face, groaning. He gets up from the bed to look for you.

He was about to go to the living room until he stopped at a closed door that had a glow inside. He slowly opened the door and saw you from behind. You were looking down at an unopened box.

"You know, I wanted to wait for you to build the crib. I thought it'll a nice project for us to do when you came back. I'd sit in a rocking chair while I boss you around."

Hellboy couldn't help but release a chuckle.

"I wouldn't have minded." He whispered, slowly walking up to you and taking you in his arms. You couldn't resist sinking into his chest, smelling the bath scent that still lingered on his skin.

Your eyes begin to water as your lip quivered.

"It's hard not having you around. I feel like you're going to miss everything and I'm more scared that... that you won't come home one day." You said, already choking up.

"Hey... look at me doll." He said, making you turn around.

"Nothing is going to stop me from being with you and our kid, okay? Any witches, vampires, or ghosts wouldn't dare to challenge this handsome devil."

You laughed at his last words as HB wipes your tears away.

"In fact... I'm going to do something that I should have done a long time ago." he said, walking away. It was your turn to follow him as he opened his phone to dial a phone number.

"Hey, it's me. I'm not going to the mission next week or any in fact. I'm staying here with my family from now on. If you got a problem with that, you can take it up with my wife... she gives a great uppercut." HB said, hanging up.

You couldn't move from where you stood, too shocked to speak.

"Did you just... do that?" you ask in disbelief.

"I just did." he said, giving you a soft smile.

You cried again as you walked to him, hugging him as tight as you can.

He calmed your whimpers as he kissed the side of your head.

"Nothing would ever get in the way of me being with you. I want to be here every step of the way. Whether it'd be feeling their first kicks, building an overcomplicated crib, or you death gripping my hand while you're in labor... I suggest using the stone one."

You laugh louder as you looked up smiling at him.

"I love you, red." you said, cradling the side of his face.

He kisses the inside of your palm as he looked down at your gorgeous eyes, hoping your kid would have the same as yours.

"I love you most."

You two shared a kiss under the dim lights. As you pull away, you yawn a bit as you bury half of your face in his chest.

"Let's go to bed, big daddy." you lightly tease.

He softly snorts as he bends down to hook your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Anything for you, mama." You two laugh harder as you head back to bed, cuddling with each other as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You guys learned how to move together, keeping the peace between the sheets.

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[og-danny-dorito]

Can I have a short fic or headcanons of Hellboy and his elvish girlfriend?

A/N: heyo!! of course! i'm sorry for responding so late, and i wanted to warn you that this turned out to be more of me describing how the reader and hellboy got together more than as his girlfriend. i used the elves from the movie as a reference, but if you meant in the traditional fantasy sense please let me know and i can change the wording around to fix it. i also went a little haywire with this one since the creative caveman brain was just off the rails today so i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy regardless though!! sorry again for the length and also the weird second divisions, tumblr on laptop has a weird character limit rule now ^^;

[ CATEGORY ]: SFW

Hellboy With An Elvish! Girlfriend

CW: long post, feminine reader (warning for those who are uncomfortable or dysphoric with feminine descriptions or connotations)

TW: parental death, discrimination

honestly?? no hate to liz i love her dearly but i genuinely think someone who looks physically different would be the best for him

not for attractiveness' sake but because they would understand more of what its like to feel the way he does

i mean if you've grown up almost entirely with other elves in Bethmora, then you probably won't have a lot of experience with trying to blend in but for the sake of the post we'll go with the timeline where you were cast out from a young age and had to live alongside humans

your parents had told you of a distant past where humans and mythos lived alongside one another in harmony, undisturbed by things like environmental disease and pollution

but greed overtook humans, leaving the remains of the mythos' culture scattered and torn, just like your family

once your parents passed away you were cast out for wanting to live outside of Bethmora since your parents made it clear that while human beings were capable of great evil, they were equally as capable of great good. you didn't want to give up on them just yet.

but time hardened you, and so did hiding yourself from the outside world. living in underground the city amongst those who understood the struggle of not feeling like you fit in was comforting enough for you to get by without the embarrassment of going back “home”, but your specific set of expiriences made it hard for you to really connect with others once you became an adult

that was, until you met him.

when you first see him, hellboy is scary. he's tall, big, and this deep shade of red that reminds you of the feeling of rage and power. its something that makes you cower in spot when he walks up, gun firm at his hip as he... asks for directions

right. okay. directions.

you grew up here, so you know your way around pretty well, but he makes it kind of hard to think straight with all his staring. he probably thinks you look funny if you're being honest, but you try to ignore it as you bring him over to a lone vendor at the end of the street

he's kind of... brash. from what you can tell. the entire walk there was silent but he seems to have plenty of words for the vendor who honestly can't understand a word he's saying

you can tell they're both getting more aggravated by the second so, in a moment of clarity you offer to translate

the language, though complex and mostly lost to time and lack of native speakers, rolls easily off your tongue as you explain what he's looking for

living around these parts meant you picked up a lot of languages in your time, so acting as this weird strangers translator isn’t that much of a problem for you. it lessens the chance of blood being spilt, anyways

it doesn't take you long to get him the information he needs (more directions it seems, but not for any place or thing you know about)

he's quiet for a second after you translate, staring down at you with a steely but... bemused look? curious? you can't really tell in the dim lighting, but before you can open your mouth to break the uncomfortable silence, he speaks

"You ever consider working for the government?"

and the rest is history. it didn't take you long to move into your own room at the BPRD, where you met a few of Hellboy's (tall red guy, he was astronomically less scary than you thought he was once you got to know him) coworkers including Abe, a friendly blue fish guy that was more than fascinated with your life stories. you almost felt bad for him for being stuck in a tank most of his life, he would’ve been an excellent traveling buddy

but anyway Hellboy was, as previously stated, a lot less scary than you originally thought him to be. sure he was tall and imposing and could most definitley rip someones limbs off if he wanted to, but he also liked old human music bands like Motley Crue and Queen. he also, to your surprise, had a VERY strong affinity for cats

needless to say the two of you become close over a very short period of time. having your rooms be next to each other certainly made running into each other a lot easier, but if you were being honest knowing him is the first time you ever really felt like someone... got it

certain feelings, certain struggles and pains you thought you faced alone were shared by him, more deeply than a way you ever thought possible. being hated for your appearance and heritage was something he knew all too well, and never feeling like you ever truly knew where you came from was one of the many things both of you had long, drawn out talks over

it was only a matter of time before you began to feel more than just... friendly feelings for him. it was just approaching them that was the issue

but thankfully you wouldn't have to considering he accidentally told on himself while he was drunk LMAO

like obviously he tried to play it off like he totally didn't remember what he said the next morning even though he was nuzzled into your shoulder while hugging you and telling you how much of a coward he felt like for just not being able to say that he wanted you ("I feel like shit, Y/n." "Why...?" "I'm such- I'm such a fucking wimp. I can't even say I like you. Do you know how that feels, too?" "A little too well, Red.")

but after hearing from abe how upset you were about him pretending to not know about it he called you to his room once he knew you were settled down for the day to talk

you obviously assumed the worst considering you were pretty sure he was going to turn you down, expecting something along the lines of "it wasn't meant for you" or "i can only ever see you as a friend"

preparing yourself for the dissapointment makes it a lot easier, but as soon as you walked in and saw him dejectedly sitting on the dge of his bed like a child in trouble, you knew something wasn't like you predicted

his face is a little more red than it usually is (hard to tell, but you can tell he's embarrassed by the fact that he won't hold eye contact. that or he's ashamed of himself.), and he pats space next to him

you sit down gently so as not to freak him out, and he takes the lead with the conversation by apologizing

"I'm uh- really sorry for last night. I didn't mean to-"

but you stop him, a small smile on your face as you place a hand on his admittedly too-large bicep. its hard not to feel small next to him sometimes, but it doesnt help the hurt in your heart as you look up at him

"Red- honey. It's okay. I know it wasn't meant for me."

there's a pause.

"Huh?"

"I know it wasn't meant for me. It's okay, I'm not angry with you."

"Wh- No. It WAS meant for you."

you shake your head a little bit. it's getting hard to hold back tears. you always hated that about yourself- being so emotional made it difficult to keep it together in sensitive times like these

"You don't need to lie to me, I'm not going to take it pers-"

"No Y/n, you don't understand. I am in love with you."

oh.

OH.

oh god, you feel kind of stupid. i mean it takes a second to actually sink in but god he was actually in love with you? so you weren't like, hung up over someone who would never want you back??

admittedly you almost don't believe him, thinking it to be some kind of cruel joke at your expense, but the desperate, confused look in his eyes is enough to give it away; he's not lying, and he never would. not about this. not to you.

your stunned silence goes unnoticed to you and, before you can process it, it looks like his face is dropping in realization. he's under the impression you don't like him back or something insane like that.

"Oh. I uh- forget it."

"WH- No no wait! Sorry I just needed a second to process. I like you too!! I just- I couldn't really believe it? I mean I just- I didn't think you'd ever like me back. Ever. It's just a lot to take in."

"Oh. Got it."

you two fucking dorks just kinda like?? sit there for a second before you finally look back at him. once the information has finally sunk in you smile at him, all wide and toothy as you place your hands on his own in his lap. he's still blushing, but it flares up again once he realizes how close you are

"Does this mean we're a thing now?"

you swear you feel the room get warmer just from the blood rushing to his face alone. but he's smiling a little bit!! that's more than you've seen him smile at like.. anything. it makes you smile in turn and, as the night goes on, things return mostly to normal

its rocky at first considering neither of you really know what to do, but if there's one thing you two are good at its communication

having a long standing friendship means that you already trust each other fairly deeply, so talking through things isn't nearly as hard as it normally would be. he feels comfortable enough to share his insecurities with you, so talking to you about other things is so much easier for him

in turn, you do the same. your relationship is built on trust and understanding, and the two of you are almost made for each other. you've gone through the most same struggles and pain trying to blend in in a world that doesn't feel like it was meant for you, and although your issues are unique to you as individuals it means a lot to both him and you to have someone that knows what being so different feels like

but aside from all the super deep stuff that builds the fundamentals of your relationships you also focus on the simple things too!! like for instance he LOVES the fact that you're smaller than him because he can quite literally just pick you up and carry you around if he wants to

he already did that shit normally but if you think you aren't getting picked up and taken away in the middle of a conversation with someone you are GREATLY mistaken. not paying attention to him? took. he wants you to see this cool thing he thought you'd like but you're too invested in paperwork? took. you will get Took and he will ignore your complaints about it (unless you really hate it then he'll apologize and put you down ofc)

if you like to do your makeup you bet your ass he'll watch you the whole time. he won't admit that he wants to try on some lipgloss but when you finally get him to say it he'll say something stupid and suave like "Well kiss me then." and wait for you to share 🙄

if you try to take his clothes to wear them anywhere except to sleep he will try on your clothes

he ripped your shirt one time trying to fit it over his chest and when you said his boobs were too big he covered his chest like an embarrassed maiden LMAO

it goes without saying but he likes to act like he's tough and shit with his beers and big hammer hand but as soon as you're around he can't keep up his hardass front anymore. it gets SO difficult to not laugh when you make jokes that you know he'll find funny but a good portion of your relationship is him acting all tough and manly and you just showing up and him relaxing instantly

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