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Call My Name (Nuada x Reader)

Nuada Silverlance (Hellboy) x Reader

TW: Some slight violence (as to be expected), but otherwise just Nuada being an emotionally-constipated ass

Word Count: ~5400 words

Prompt: I always call you by your title except the one time when you’re in trouble, enemies to lovers, slight hurt-comfort

I stayed up until 3 am writing this, so if you see a typo... no you didn't. Just a reminder that my requests are open so please send them in!

Your ability to get along with just about everyone is something you take a lot of pride in. When you first came under the protection of the BPRD with Red, you had quickly formed many valuable connections, even if you couldn’t call many of them true friends. And when Liz later joined the team, the two of you got on like wildfire (pun intended) almost instantly. Hell, even Manning acts agreeable towards you. You’ve always thought of yourself as a charming person, despite your somewhat off-putting appearance, and your skills in negotiation and peacemaking are unmatched.

That is, until a certain elf-prince came into the BPRD’s custody and put that to the test.

You hadn’t been part of the task team that fought in the Battle of the Golden Army, your… special skills pulling you away from the conflict to mediate between two warring tribes of giants in the Himalayas.

You are an Avian, a mutated human with wings and the ability to speak every language, both human and supernatural, on the planet. Had the two tribes gone to war, it would have been devastating for the entire Asian continent and would have exposed the entire supernatural world. Being deep into the world’s tallest mountains and in the throes of complicated negotiations meant that you had little to no communication to the outside world for weeks, so to say you were shocked to find out that the world had been incredibly close to being destroyed by an ancient army would be an understatement.

Even more shocking was finding out that the BPRD had taken the culprit into custody.

The compound was bustling with activity as you made your way through the long corridors to Manning’s office for your debrief. Familiar faces greeted you as you walked past, some stopping for a moment to ask you about your mission. There were a few who gave you a wide berth, eyeing your wings warily. You had grown used to such looks, knowing that your wings were far from the prettiest things to gaze upon. Avians are an incredibly rare type of mutation, but your specific type even more so. While most had beautiful feathered wings like that of an angel, yours more closely resembled a bat’s.

You unconsciously tuck your wings closer against your back, wishing that there was more room underground to stretch out to your full wingspan more often.

You knock on Manning’s door once before pushing your way in, too tired from your trip to wait for him to call you in. All you want to do is take a long, hot shower and sleep for days.

You’re surprised someone is already sitting there across from the director of the BRPD, and from the tension in his shoulders he isn’t very happy. His head snaps towards you the moment you step into the room, his golden eyes finding yours instantly. His mouth is pulled back into a sneer as he regards you coolly, eyes flicking up and down your form before settling on your wings. Something hardens in his gaze, and he quickly turns his body away from you as if you were not even there.

“Ah, you’ve returned!” Manning greets. “Well?”

“The conflict between the giants has successfully been resolved,” you report, trying hard to ignore the disdain that seems to be radiating from the golden-eyed man. “I doubt they will be so quick to go to arms with each other again.”

Manning hums in approval, settling back into his seat. “I want a full report typed up on my desk tomorrow.” You nod, turning to leave. “Wait, there’s one more thing.”

You eye him warily, your hopes of a quick escape dashed. Manning gestures to the stranger in the room. “This is Nuada Silverlance, Prince of the Bethmoora Clan. He is in our charge for the foreseeable future.” You notice Nuada’s hands tightening into fists at his words. “I’ve assigned you to be his personal guide and companion while he settles into life here.”

“I do not need a guide.” The prince speaks for the first time. His voice is deep and smooth like honey, and you would find it strangely attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he was glaring at you as he spoke. “And I certainly do not want companionship from the likes of her. If I am to be forced to live in this insufferable human prison, then I wish to at least be left alone.”

“You will escort Nuada around the compound,” Manning ignores the silver-haired elf. “And you will help him with anything he needs as well as teach him about human culture.”

Nuada growls, getting to his feet abruptly. “Absolutely not!”

Manning eyes him coolly. “Need I remind you of the reason you're here in the first place. And if you have any hopes of repairing your relationship with your sister, I would recommend you behave and do as we say.”

You stifle a yawn as Nuada growls again, your jet lag really starting to make itself known. The elf turns his angry gaze towards you, rage sparking like molten gold in his eyes. “Am I boring you, human? Maybe a knife to your throat will wake you up.” He threatens.

“Really? Because I don’t see any weapons on you.” You gesture to his empty belt and exaggeratedly look around the office. “Unless you’ve hidden one somewhere. Is the knife here in the room with us?”

Nuada looks like a volcano about to erupt, and you have to stifle a laugh. “That’s enough, (Name).” Manning says. “If you would be so kind as to show Nuada to his room. It’ll be right across from yours.”

Great.

You and the elf-prince exit Manning’s office in silence and stand awkwardly in the hallway. “Okay,” you clear your throat. “It’s this way.”

You walk a few paces before you realize Nuada isn’t following. You sigh, mustering up the last of your remaining energy as you face the still-glaring prince. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here. Hell, I wouldn’t either. But you are, and from what I’ve heard about what happened, there’s much worse places you could be.” You hold up your hand to stop him as he takes an angry step forward. “We can fight about this tomorrow, but I have had a very long day. And I can promise you that of all the people to get assigned to be your chaperone, you could do a whole lot worse than me. So unless you want me to go get Red to be your buddy, I recommend that you follow me to your room.”

With that, you turn and begin walking away again, a small smile pulling at your lips when you hear light, almost-silent footsteps following behind you.

By the time you reach your rooms, your wings are dragging against the ground with exhaustion. “That’s yours, I guess.” You gesture vaguely at the door across from yours. “If you need anything, just knock or find one of the guards. I’m sure they won’t be far.”

Nuada nods stiffly and enters into his room, closing the door solidly behind him. “Good talk,” you sigh. You spend the rest of the evening decompressing from your trip, taking a hot bath and relaxing in bed with a cup of tea, and most importantly, keeping your mind off of the intriguing elf-prince just across the hall from you.

~~~

You’re shockingly unbothered for the entire night, managing to sleep well into the next day. By the time you drag yourself out of bed, it’s shortly before noon and your stomach is making its hunger known.

You dress quickly and go to knock on Nuada’s door. You wait several moments with no response and knock again, louder this time.

“What do you want, human?” Nuada growls, opening the door half-way.

“I thought you might be hungry and figured I could show you to the dining hall.”

The elf narrows his eyes but reluctantly steps out. “If you must.”

You struggle to hide your amusement at the sight of his disgusted face when you get to the bustling cafeteria. Agents roam between full tables and a clamor of voices and cutlery scraping against plates fills the air. Your smile fades when Nuada suddenly goes rigid. You follow his gaze to see Nuala sitting at a table with Abe. Their bodies are angled towards each other, knees knocking together as Abe leans forward to brush a stray hair behind her ear.

Before you can stop him, Nuada is stalking forward, and you struggle to keep up behind him without knocking into anyone with your wings. Nuala gazes up at her brother with a face devoid of emotion while Abe pulls back awkwardly. “Sister, I wish to speak with you privately.”

“Whatever you have to say can be said to the both of us, brother.” She replies evenly. You hang back, unsure of if you should redirect this before the elf-prince causes a scene.

“You really stoop so low as to openly fraternize with a traitor? You would truly embarrass your people this way?” Nuada shoots Abe a withering glare. The fish-man blinks in surprise. “Uhm, excuse me, but-”

“I love Abe, brother. I expect you to respect my choice.” Nuala reaches over and clasps his hand in her own. “And he is far from a traitor.”

“He helps the enemy! He lives amongst them as if they are family!” Nuada hisses.

“They are my family,” Abe replies smoothly. “If you were to let go of your hate, you could see all the good that they do.”

Nuada growls, taking a menacing step forward. “Hey, let’s maybe not do this here, yeah?” You finally butt in, acutely aware that the dining hall has gone completely quiet and everyone’s attention in on you.

The elf-prince turns and stalks away without a word, leaving you struggling to keep up with him once again. He’s already half-way down the hall when you catch up to him, and you reach forward to grab at his wrist. “Nuada, hold on a second-”

“Don’t you dare touch me, you filth!”

You reel back for a moment, shocked at his outburst in one second and enraged in the next.

“And don’t you dare talk to me like that, your highness.” You square up to the prince, matching his angry gaze with your own. “You may be royalty amongst your kind, but that doesn’t give you any right to speak to me in such a manner. I have done nothing but try to help you.”

“I never asked for your help.” Nuada hisses, looming over you in a certain way that you try very hard not to pay attention to. “If you haven’t noticed, I am being held here against my will.”

You soften slightly, feeling slightly bad for him despite yourself. “I know you are. But you tried to wipe out the entire human race- what did you expect to happen? The best you can do now is try and make the most of being here. It really isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”

“I will never accept being a prisoner here.” Nuada growls, whipping around and stalking off in the direction of his room.

You watch him go with a frown, deciding to give him some time to cool off.

“I apologize for my brother,” a soft voice speaks from behind you.

Nuala stands there with Abe standing slightly behind her, a sympathetic look on her face. “He has always been quick to anger, even when we were elflings.”

You give her a lopsided smile, reaching out a hand to introduce yourself formally. “I appreciate the apology, but none is needed, at least not from you.”

You cast a glance in the direction the elf in question disappeared off to. “I feel bad for him, in a way. Even though he tried to commit mass genocide and all.”

“My brother is very passionate when it comes to the preservation of our people.” Nuala sighs. “Unfortunately, his means of acting on them are grossly misguided.”

You leave the two of them to go on their way, heading back into the dining hall to actually eat this time. After making a quick sandwich, you leave with some fruit and bread wrapped in a napkin. You place it in front of Nuada’s door, knocking sharply twice before heading to the training room for some practice.

Only once he’s certain you’ve left does Nuada open his door, stamping down the small twinge of guilt he feels as he picks up the food you’ve left for him.

~~~

Nuada doesn’t leave his room once for the next three days. The only indication you have that he’s still in there is the faint light from beneath the door and the fact that the food you leave for him always quickly disappears.

On the third day, you grow tired of awkwardly hanging around in the hallway debating on knocking on his door and finally do so.

You wait a few moments before knocking again, louder this time.

“You humans are so impatient. I was going to answer.” Nuada gives as way of greeting. “What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the training room.” You offer with what you hope is a convincing smile. “It’s always empty at this time of day and I figured you might enjoy a change of scenery.”

The prince quirks an eyebrow at you suspiciously but begrudgingly gestures for you to lead the way.

You ask him about his preferred weapon, surprised that he answers your question without malice. He tells you of his prized spear, indulging you in a tale of how it was forged.

You hum in thought before the weapon wall, grabbing a bo staff and handing it to him. “It’s not elven-made, but it’s the closest training weapon we have to what you’re used to.”

Nuada gives it a few test swings, getting used to its weight. While he does so, you unsheath your personal dual swords from their scabbards, examining them closely before deeming them acceptable for the training session.

You settle into a loose fighting stance, shooting the elf a wicked grin. “Ready when you are, princeling.”

He surges forward without warning, immediately going on the offense. You parry his blow easily, following it with a lunge of your own. The sound of metal on metal begins to fill the room as you match each other blow for blow, both of you unable to land a hit on the other. You blink at the sweat threatening to drip into your eyes, searching for any chink in the prince’s otherwise impenetrable stance.

He takes a small step back, presumably to gain momentum for his next attack, but in that moment you spot his weakness. He shifts too much weight into that one foot, and before he can pivot towards you, you’re darting forward with a well-aimed strike to his knee.

He wobbles, off-balanced for a second. That second is all you need, and before he can comprehend it, he’s knocked onto his back with one of your blades pointed at his throat.

He ignores the hand you offer to him, pushing himself to his feet without a word. He can’t help the glimmer of respect he feels for you as you smile at him, finally wiping the sweat from your brow.

You stretch your arms languidly above your head, and he averts his eyes from the sliver of soft skin that becomes visible as your top rides up slightly.

“I haven’t had to work so hard to win against someone in forever.” You say. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“That would be… amenable.”

You grin in victory, pleased at having won two battles today. “Come on, there’s one more place I want to show you while we’re over on this side of the building.”

You lead him to the library, which is almost always virtually devoid of anyone else. The prince can’t completely keep the look of pleasure off his space as he explores the countless titles, pulling some of them to take back to his room with him.

As you bid him goodbye to take a shower, you could swear his gaze lingers on you slightly longer as you turn toward your own chambers.

~~~

Things are slightly different after that day.

Nuada still makes his displeasure at being the BPRD’s prisoner apparent, and he is often cold and grumpy in his demeanor, but he does not direct such harsh words at you again. You continue to train together, slowly learning each other’s fighting styles and testing them with a variety of different weapons. You know Manning isn’t very pleased that you’re allowing the prince to wield a weapon, but the way you see it, it allows him to blow off some steam and that’s a win in your book.

You also begin to spend time in the library together, most of the time just reading your separate books in silence. There’s something oddly… domestic about it, if you would allow yourself to think of it in that way.

Thoughts like these are dangerous though, for as the weeks go by, you begin to find yourself attracted to the silver-haired elf.

You realize the true depth of these feelings with startling clarity one night after you see Nuada smile for the first time. It is small and barely-there, pulling at his lips after he finds a book of elven fairy-tales on a shelf tucked in the very back of the library, but the sight of it nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.

There’s no denying the elf is incredibly handsome, but his smile completely transforms his face from alluring to ethereal. You avert your gaze before he can notice, and resolve to never let your feelings become apartment to him.

Because at the end of the day, you’re still just a human, wings or not.

You struggle particularly hard one evening in the library to focus on the book you’ve chosen, stealing quick glimpses at the elf sitting across from you through your hair.

“You’re staring,” He hums, long fingers flicking to the next page without looking up at you.

“Just thinking.” You say, forcing your attention back to the page in front of you. You read the same sentence four times before getting to your feet, carefully marking your place before setting the book down. “I can’t stand being inside one moment longer,” You announce.

Nuada raises an eyebrow. “I do not believe I am ‘allowed’ to leave the premises, if you weren’t aware.” He comments drily, and you scoff.

“Who said anything about leaving?

Cool wind whips at you as you push open the door to the roof, and you sigh in relief at the open air. Stars twinkle overhead, the compound being far enough from the city lights to be able to see a faint haze of the galaxy spread across the sky.

You allow your wings to stretch to their full span for what feels like the first time in ages, giving a small flap that lifts your feet slightly above the ground for a moment.

You can feel the prince’s eyes on you, and you extend one of your wings towards him. “You can touch it, if you want. Most people are curious.”

You suppress a shiver as his calloused hand swipes experimentally over the skin, not expecting your wings to be so sensitive to his touch. He drags his fingertips over the back, marveling at how a limb so strong could feel so soft. “Have you always been like this?” He asks softly.

“I was born with them, yes.” You say, directing your attention to the stars above your head. “Gave my parents quite a shock, I suppose, seeing as they put me up for adoption immediately after I was born. I was taken in by Professor Bruttenholm, who raised me alongside Red. He taught me that my wings are a gift, a way to do good despite what others may see them as.”

You turn to see Nuada is gazing at you intently. “Others have treated you horribly for your appearance.” He doesn’t say it as a question.

“That’s true,” you smile wryly. “People can definitely be cruel. But they can also be incredibly kind, and while there may be a couple here who will avoid me in the hallways, for the most part the BPRD is my family.”

You meet the prince’s gaze imploringly. “I know you hold significant anger for humanity. And I even understand why. But don’t punish an entire race for the sins of a few. There are many who care a whole lot… like me.” For you.

You don’t say that last part, but you know he understands its implication. Over the course of you speaking, the two of you have somehow gravitated closer to each other. You stare into the elf’s golden eyes, now inches from your own.

Your hands brush together as he draws even closer, and your breath hitches slightly at the electricity that the touch elicits.

“I must admit I have grown rather fond of you,” Nuada murmurs, almost as if he doesn’t even realize. “You have made being here slightly more bearable.”

You huff out a laugh as his warm breath fans across your cheeks. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed as his lips just barely brush against yours. All of the sudden, he yanks himself away, his face a mixture of disbelief and fury.

“You have bewitched me,” the prince hisses, eyes devoid of the warmth they had held just moments ago. “I see your ploy now, witch. You would make me a traitor to my own kind, complacent to stay here forever and allow humanity to corrupt what little of the natural world there is left.”

“Nuada, I-” you stumble in disbelief, reeling from the complete change in his attitude.

“Silence!” He roars, causing you to take an involuntary step back. Gone is any of the tenderness he had directed towards you, replaced with cold, simmering rage. For the first time, you find yourself slightly afraid of him.

"You are nothing but a filthy human with extra appendages,” he spits viciously, and you rear back as if he had slapped you. “And I will always hate you just like the rest of your despicable kind.”

He leaves you on the roof, slamming the door behind him with a bang.

You don’t know how long you stand in the cold, completely dumbfounded by Nuada’s actions. All the progress you’d made with him had vanished in an instant, any hope of him possibly returning your feelings snatched away in the cruelest way possible.

You finally shake yourself out of your shock, reaching up to wipe the silent tears off your cheeks. You suppose that you should have expected this. You’d been foolish to think that you and the elvish prince could even remotely be friends, much less anything more.

You bury your hurt deep, deciding that from now on that you would avoid Nuada at all costs. Manning would just have to find someone else to accompany him around.

You make your way back to your room in a daze, heart twisting as you briefly glance at the door across from yours.

You don’t sleep at all that night, wrapping your wings comfortingly around yourself and shivering from the cold that has seemed to settle itself right against your bones.

~~~

You and Nuada do not speak for a month.

You deliberately avoid his gaze every time you pass each other in the halls, and if he happens to be in the training room or library whenever you are, you leave until he is finished.

By some twisted form of masochism, you spend a lot of time on the rooftop, staring blankly at the horizon.

Life without the elvish prince is boring and monotonous, and you have no idea how you carried out your days before he was there to occupy all your time. It doesn’t help that you’ve barely been given any missions, the few you’re called on only pulling you away from the compound for a few days at a time.

If anyone notices the change in either of your attitudes, they don’t say anything. Nuala often looks at you with sympathy and Liz seems to hang around more despite being constantly busy with the twins, but neither of them address your listlessness.

You’re sitting in the library pretending to read when a lower agent approaches you. “Manning wants to see you in his office.”

You get up with a sigh, already not looking forward to this conversation.

You struggle to keep any emotion from showing on your face when you see Nuada is sitting across from Manning’s desk. A strong sense of deja vu hits you as his gaze meets yours and flicks away just as quickly before you can read anything there. The director of the BPRD clears his throat, obviously having caught the brief exchange.

“There has been a troll sighting not far from here,” Manning directs towards you. “They’re bold, amassing forces so close to our base. I’m sending a large team to go deal with the problem.” He gestures to the elf who is pointedly not looking at you. “Nuada will be accompanying you.”

You immediately open your mouth to protest, your refusal dying on your tongue as Manning holds up a hand to silence you. “The prince has not caused any problems during his stay here and I believe it is time for him to start becoming more involved with our operations. He will be your responsibility while out on the field.”

You grind your teeth so hard you fear they might crack as Manning dismisses you both. You speed-walk out of the office before Nuada can get to his feet, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possibly.

It’s a little hard to do that while in the back of a transport van, which you find yourself seated in the next morning. You do your best to ignore the elf sitting across the aisle from you as you’re jostled along. You grip your dual swords sitting across your lap, trying to keep your mind on the mission ahead.

You’re the first out of the van when it stops, immediately beginning to scan your surroundings. Your group has been dropped off right in front of a dense part of the forest, the trees so close together it's impossible to see between them.

As the rest of the team assembles on the grass, you strap your swords to your back and launch yourself into the air, trying to get a better glimpse into the thicket. You swoop closer to the treetops, but the branches are too thick to see through, and you return to the clearing with no luck.

“I can barely see into there,” you report. “They’ve chosen their hideout well.”

Red claps his hands together, calling everyone closer to him. “We’ll have to split up to cover more ground. Me and Liz will head north-west into the forest. (Name), you and Nuada will go north-east. The rest of you fan out in between.”

Ice settles into your heart as the group disperses, leaving you and Nuada alone. “We’d better get going,” you address the elf for the first time in weeks, not waiting for him to reply before you start walking into the trees.

The two of you hike in silence for some minutes, pushing aside branches and foliage with every step. You grumble quietly to yourself, wishing you could stretch your wings. Nuada stops suddenly, his hand on your wrist and a slender finger pressed to his lips to keep you quiet.

Warmth begins to creep up your arm from where his skin touches yours, but the hair standing up at the back of your head distracts you from it. The sounds of the forest have gone completely silent, leaving behind an eerie ringing that you don’t know is in your head or not.

Nuada pulls you down suddenly, wide eyes meeting your own as an arrow embeds itself in the wood right behind where your head had just been.

“Run,” he growls, and then you’re both taking off through the trees.

Branches whip at your face as you race through the thicket, knobby roots seeming to reach up to try and trip you with every stride.

You scramble to a halt as a troll seems to materialize out of the branches before you, his sharp teeth and red eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight that manages to filter through the leaves. You draw your swords, preparing for a fight. Your swords meet his in a clash of metal on metal, and you grunt from the exertion. The troll is strong, and your stomach rolls at the stench of his breath as he grins wickedly at you.

“(Name)!” A scream of your name steals your attention just enough to notice the troll that has also been creeping up behind you, but it is already too late.

A hard blow strikes you across the back of the head, and you crumple immediately. An enraged roar and a high-pitched squeal of pain that is suddenly cut off is the last thing you hear before your world completely goes black.

~~~

You wake slowly, head pounding with every beat of your heart.

You blink blearily, the sight of one of the BPRD’s hospital rooms coming into focus. Movement from beside you shifts your attention, and you’re shocked to see Nuada sitting uncomfortably in one of the metal chairs by your bedside.

He is dressed in fresh robes, his silver hair pulled back and a somber look on his face. You gaze at him silently, not trusting yourself to speak for multiple reasons.

“I owe you numerous apologies,” he begins without ceremony. “I was cruel and incredibly unkind. I have no excuse other than my own bigotry and confusion. I did not know how to handle my emotions and lashed out at you as a result.”

You allow him to grab your hand, the same warmth beginning to creep up your arm. You can’t deny that it feels nice, but you don’t exactly want to forgive him just yet.

“I feel… very strong emotions for you.” Nuada says, his face sincere as he looks at you. For once, there is no anger lurking in his sight, and his eyes are golden pools of sunlight. “I did not want to admit to myself what they were at the time, but seeing you hurt proves that I can fight it no longer.” The prince takes a deep breath. “I love you, (Name). And I will spend every day for the rest of our lives making up for the hurt I have caused you, if you would allow me to court you.”

You press your lips to his, the kiss soft and hopeful. He responds immediately, carefully bringing his hand up to caress your cheek and hold you to him. This kiss is everything that your first one should have been, and you pull away reluctantly despite yourself.

“You have a lot of making up to do,” you say with a smile. Nuada smiles back, his entire face lighting up with joy.

“I will make you my queen,” he vows. “You will never want for anything from this day forward.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes at how serious he’s being, reaching forward to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Let’s maybe start with dinner, hm?”

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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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matchbet-revolved · 1 month

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"We die, and the world will be poorer for it."

Prince Nuada Silverlance x Reader

Word count: 455

Angst, OOC (but everything is OOC if it isn't canon, so fuck it, we ball)

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Once, I made friends with Time. I myself was nothing more than a Careful Creature, young and curious. He was enduring and ancient.

We had a few long years together- or, at the very least, I thought them long, but his age likely meant it was the blink of an eye for him.

He opened up, slowly. About literature and old languages, customs of fighting and war, and legends and stories of his people. He told me of his armour, of his youth, of the golden war.

A few years passed, and he taught me some of the language, wrote in journals with yellowed pages all of his tongue so that I may keep it close to my heart like I did him.

He taught me of the trinkets and little machines he liked to make; tiny little machinations with minuscule springs and the smallest screws, making elaborate systems for puzzles or music boxes.

...he made one for me once, too.

And a new war came.

At first, I hoped we'd both survive. Then, I just hoped I'd die rather than him. But he took the blow, and there is nothing I could have done but hold him.

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He was dying. He asked me, with some of his last breaths, if I would honour him by tattooing his marks into my skin. Just to keep his people alive through me. He only trusted that to me.

I knew why- I could see it in his eyes.

And I told him no.

And instead begged him to carve it properly into my cheeks, like they had been done for him.

And with the last of his strength, he cut into my cheeks, a mirror image of the marks of his people that rested on his own.

He told me that he should be the one to die- that he had made too many mistakes, that he was part of a peoples so old they had forgotten who they were, who they were meant to be.

He told me that he should die, and the world would be better for it.

But he could not let me die. I asked him why.

He told me, "I am an old fae. This world has no room nor use for another angry heart like mine. I cannot change anymore, though you have softened me. But you- if you die, the world will be poorer for it."

And as he laid his spear in my palm, blood in his teeth, I saw nothing but worship in his golden eyes.

When he died moments later, I wept.

Because I knew for certain that the moment he took his last breath, he was truly dead- and the world was poorer for it.

#prince nuada #nuada silverlance #hellboy #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy 2008 #hellboy 2004 #prince nuada silverlance #nuada x reader #nuada silverlance x reader #ooooh angst time.#anyways been too exhausted to write shit but here have this #i have loved him since 2008 and i will always love him.#not canon compliant bc fuck canon #he dies later instead of when he originally does and yk im not thinking about a whole storyline bc i just wanted to cry and write

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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ʚ Pairing: Nuada x Fem. Reader

ʚ Summary : You’re bored and explore the library, the one area of the palace that had been forbiden to you. While gaping at a bunch of painted erotica, Nuada finds you. What will his reaction be? What will be the final outcome be?

ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut

ʚ Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | Coarse language

Minors DNI.

The library was as vast as it was well stocked. You weren’t sure if you were even supposed to be here. The prince never invited you in here, but you were bored out of your wits, and exploring this underground palace you had come to call home led you to this room.

You looked around, eyeing everything you came across. There was an ancient Sumerian sculpture of the Goddess Ningal. It was in pristine condition, the sapphire eyes still gleaming as if they were first set into the marble. Over in another corner was some sort of stone block. The inscriptions had faded, and the words were barely legible. You look around again, your eyes going over to a glass case. Curiosity got the better of you, and you went over to it. It held a series of stone tablets. The art on them made your eyes burn.

"I never knew you were into ancient Roman erotica."

The voice behind you made you jump out of your skin. "And I do not recall giving you permission to be in here, y/n."

Oh oh. Your host, the one you had been sent to live with. Nuada Silverlance, Crown Prince of Bethmoora, had been tasked with looking after you as part of an exchange between mortals and the children of the earth. And right now, he did not sound happy.

"I said, I do not recall giving you permission to be here."

He was expecting an answer. An explanation. You kept your back to him while a string of words stumbled out of your mouth. "I was bored, your grace. I walked around, and I found this room." You hoped it would work, you wanted it to work. Nuada was very proud and very, very private. "I just wanted to see. I didn’t touch anything, at least I didn’t touch anything, and I-I-I…"

He chuckled and took a step towards you. "Curiosity killed the cat. Isn’t that something you mortals are so fond of saying?" Nuada peered over your shoulder to look at the images on the tablet and smirked. "Ironic, really. The Romans were prudish in some ways. Cato once expelled a man from the senate after he was seen kissing his wife in public."

He was right behind you now. You could feel his breath on your hair. "So, y/n," He cooed, "see anything you like?"

Your cheeks felt like someone had taken a blow-torch to them. Sure, the frescoes were... interesting, to say the least. Some had even piqued your curiosity, but how do you answer such a question? How?

"Y/n?" Nuada traced a finger down your arm, making you tremble. "Do. You. See. Anything. You. Like?"

"I-I-I-" You stammered when you felt his nose brush against your hair and his body trembling against yours with each deep breath he took. The world around you started to spin like it had been thrown off its axis. You felt dizzy, warm, feverish. "I-I-"

"You always seem to stumble whenever you’re around me." Nuada had been playing with the strands of your hair, letting them slip through his fingers like water. "You do it a lot. Over your feet sometimes, over your words most of the time. Why is that?”

You bite your lip. Now may not be the best time for confessions.

Nuada leaned in even closer. You felt his armor brush against your blouse. "Tell me, y/n," he murmured. "Why do you stumble when you’re around me?"

When his nose brushed over your hair again, your tongue loosened and grew a mind of its own. You wanted to say you were shy, and you mumble around others. What you actually said was, "I like you, your grace."

Horrified, you clapped both your hands to your mouth. You had had a crush on Nuada for weeks, and now, it was out in the open. While you had been gawking over ancient Roman porn. Damn your tongue and its bizarre sense of timing. "Please forgive me, your grace," you mumbled. "I didn’t mean it like that an--"

"Call me Nuada, y/n." He chuckled, his face half buried in your hair. "Well, well, well. This is an interesting development. So you do like me. It all makes sense now. The stammering, the flushed cheeks," Nuada said, taking a deep breath and running a finger down your arm again, making you shiver. "The stolen looks…"

Shocked, you exclaim, "You noticed that?"

Goddammit, what is with your tongue today? Perhaps a visit to a cloistered nunnery was in order, so you could learn how to rein in that wayward muscle of yours.

Nuada chuckled again, his hand moving over to your shoulder now. "You’re not as subtle as you thought you were, y/n."

Your cheeks felt like someone had set them on fire again. You think you should leave. "I’ll go... Nuada."

There was a flash in his eyes when you said his name, something you couldn't put your finger on. As for your leaving?

Nuada had other ideas, and he grabbed onto your wrist to stop you from leaving. He pulled you back and made you face him. "You’re not going anywhere y/n."

He looked like he meant it. Damn it. You think you're in such trouble now. A good tongue lashing, if you’re lucky. A lecture on your daring to even like the prince. You kept still, your eyes downcast. "Look up at me, y/n. That’s an order."

His voice was sharp, like a whip. You complied and lifted your eyes to his. "Do you really like me, y/n? And no lies," he warned. "I have neither the time nor the patience for lies."

Your tongue grew a mind of its own again, and you squeaked out a quiet, "Yes."

Nuada chuckled softly this time. "Now was that so hard?"

A large hand going up your thigh made you whimper. "If only you knew."

He chuckled again. This time, he lowered his head to nuzzle your cheek. "What is that smell?" he hummed against your skin.

"Soap?" you utter in confusion. When Nuada laughed, it sounded so sweet to you. "Well, y/n, what if I liked you too?"

"You what?"

His hand went higher and rested on your hip. Even through your jeans, you could feel the heat of his palm on your skin. "I like you." He curled a finger under your chin, tilting it to the side so he could nip at your earlobe. The sensation of his teeth latching onto your flesh made your heart pick up a few beats. Your skin warmed, your eyes closed. Your breath grew weak, shallow. "A lot. I want you," Nuada continued before he nipped your earlobe again. This time, he bit harder and made you gasp. "I have to have you. All to myself. I hate seeing those puny fools in your office trying to talk to you. Seeing them hover around you vexes me a great deal."

Through the fog his kisses created, you somehow found a way to recollect. The angry looks whenever he came to pick you up from work. The clenched fists if a colleague tried to flirt with you. He had liked you. All this time, he had liked you, and you had been oblivious to it. "You’re mine, y/n. Mine." He growled possessively when he pulled away. "Is that understood?"

That hand on your hip went higher, sneaking under your blouse and resting over your belly. Fingers curling over your skin made your breath hitch, made you want. You knew exactly what you wanted to say this time. "Yes. I understand."

"Good." Nuada tilted your chin with his other hand, only this time it resulted with his lips flush against yours. When his tongue licked past your parted lips and you trembled beneath him, he groaned. "Now tell me, y/n," he whispered between kisses. "Which one of those pictures caught your eye?"

You gulped but waited till he pulled away just long enough for you to look at and point. Nuada grinned wickedly when his eyes rested on the picture that interested you the most.

"No." He shook his head and smirked. You had been pouting, disappointed with his no. "I’d rather be looking into your eyes during our first time together, not at the back of your head." Nuada gestured to the stone tablets. "Choose another picture."

There was that blow-torch to your cheeks again. "That then?"

Nuada looked at the picture you pointed at. "Yes." He nodded briefly. "I can do that. Come with me."

He led you to a corner table, swiping away all of the papers and documents he had left on it earlier. Everything fell to the floor in a flurry of paper and pens and stamps, leaving the table bare. Nuada patted the polished hardwood top. "Up."

You rest your hands on the edge of the table and hoist yourself up. "Y-you," you felt a thrill when he removed his sword belt and tossed it to the side. "Y-you want to do this?"

Nuada removed his chest plate and tossed that as well. It fell to the ground with a sharp clang. "I do." He rested his hands on the table and leaned in, his lips just hovering over yours. "To you. Just you." You trembled when he caressed your thighs when his eyes swept over your jeans. "But this is only going to get in my way. Get rid of it." He ordered as he stood back, to give you room. "Now."

Your cheeks grew hot, but you slipped out of your shoes before unzipping and shimmying out of your jeans. Nuada ran his fingers over your thighs, making you feel little stabs of desire whenever they traced a line. "Soft," he murmured. "Just like I thought it would be."

You mumbled, "Soft?"

"Your skin." Fingers crept under the hem of your panties. When he tugged on it, you lifted your hips so he could take it off. Goosebumps spread over your exposed skin when that piece of cotton drifted over your thighs and feet before joining your jeans on the floor. "I always wondered if it was soft." His lips skimmed over yours before drifting to your jawline. "All I ever wondered about was how soft your skin was." Teeth scraping along your jaw made your breath hitch, made you whisper more. It encouraged him. "What you looked like under your clothes." You closed your eyes when he pushed your legs apart and stood right in front of you. He breathed in your ear, "What would it be like to touch you. To have you under me." He trembled when you found some courage and snuck your hand under his tunic. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

You pulled your hand back, thinking you had done something to annoy him. "Sorry," you mumble.

Nuada lifted his eyes to you before removing his tunic. He wanted to feel your hand on his body again. "There is nothing," He took your hands and placed them on his tummy. "To say sorry for."

You let your hands drift over his belly, over the scars just below his ribcage. "Do these hurt?"

They looked like they had never healed properly, the lines looked jagged and a little pink. Nuada kept perfectly still, all while fighting the urge to tilt your head back and kiss you. The feeling of your hands gliding over his body brought him close to losing his control. "No. Not anymore. They’re healed, they’re just--"

He gasped when you kissed the scars. Nuada grabbed onto a nearby chair, to steady himself, while his other hand buried itself in your hair. His breath came out in huffs and pants when you swirled your tongue over each line. He moaned softly when your kisses moved higher, gliding throughout his chest. The soft sucking noises you made when you bit on his flesh brought out a growl from him. "Stop."

He grabbed onto your hair and gently pulled your head back when you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. "Turn your head to a side," Nuada said, running a thumb over your already bruised lips. The two of you had barely gotten started. "And let me see that neck of yours."

When you tilted your head to the side, he dipped his to the soft curve of your neck. You hummed when teeth scraped over flesh when lips sucked down after. "Nuada," you whimpered when he bit harder, as if determined to leave his mark on you. "Others could see."

He growled and bit even more aggressively. "I want them to see," he whispered against your throat. "I want others to see who you belong to. I want those pathetic males to fucking stop talking to you the way they do." When you moaned, he couldn’t help but ask, "Harder?"

You pulled your hair over your other shoulder to keep it out of his way. Your hands held onto the edge of the table as you tilted your head to the side even more. "Please."

A callused hand buried itself in your hair. You hummed and swallowed hard when teeth scraped against your flesh again. Nuada rested his free hand on the table to better balance himself. When teeth gave way to soft lips, and soft lips gave way to his tongue, your skin warmed up like crazy. You gasped and shivered with every kiss, every nibble. Your legs moved over his before hooking around his waist. Nuada growled again, this time letting go of your hair and gliding his hand over your body. He reduced you to a trembling mess when he caressed your breasts over the fabric of your blouse. "I like how your body shakes," he whispered against your throat. "When I touch you like this." When his breath fanned over your skin, you moaned again. Your breathing had grown frantic, desperate. When you lifted your hand to try and touch him, he stopped you. "Keep them behind you."

You moved your hands behind you, although it was hard to keep them still. You just wanted to touch him. Nuada narrowed his eyes and pinned your wrists together, pressing his body against you. "I should use a scarf next time, tie you up, and stop you from struggling so much." Your flushed cheeks only served to amuse him. "Would you like that, y/n?" he asked. "Me tying you up?"

You managed to squeak out, "Silk scarves?"

Amusement gave way to lust. Nuada grasped your chin with his free hand, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. His tongue licked past your parted lips again. His lips gently sucked on yours. Nuada released his grip on your chin and let his hand travel down your body, sneaking under your top to play with your breasts, brushing over your tummy, and your thighs, before coming to rest on your clit. He groaned as he rubbed a finger against your slit, and you mewled into his kiss. As Nuada pulled away, his eyes had grown wild and ark. "Already wet for me."

Your eyes scrunched shut when he slipped a finger into your cunt. It had been so long since someone had touched you like this and your body trembled and shook like it had been starving for weeks. Nuada inserted a second finger, and a third, stretching your walls every time he pushed those fingers inside. He'd curl them slightly whenever they hit a certain spot, making you moan and whimper even louder. Nuada rested his brow on yours, eagerly lapping up your little noises, your moans, and whimpers. "Open your eyes, y/n. Let me look into those beautiful eyes of yours."

You forced your eyes open, and find his drowning in yours. Your breath grew ragged, and his eyes never left yours. With each thrust, your mouth opened in loud cries, and his gaze never left yours. His grip on your wrists grew tighter when your wet walls pulsed around his fingers, making you feel so full. If he could do that with just his fingers…

On seeing your dreamy eyes, Nuada pressed himself to you, caging your body to his. "What are you thinking about, y/n?"

You bit your lip, but your tongue loosed again when his chest trembled against yours. "Your cock," You breathed and arched your back when those fingers of his curled inside of you again. "I--"

You let out a loud cry when he pushed in deep and very nearly took you over the edge. "You want it?" Nuada cooed, his fingers still relentless. "You want my cock inside you?"

"Mhhm."

Nuada hummed, "Soon." His eyes were still on yours, this time next to impossible to read. Your own impulses got the better of you and you reared forward to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip as you did so. Nuada purred lazily before pulling away just a little when your head rolled back, your eyes squeezed shut. "N-Nuada--" you could feel your walls pulsing, your muscles coiling. "I-I t-think I-I’m g-going to--"

He dipped his head again, his mouth latching on to the bruised spot on your neck. "Cum," he mumbled between little nibbles. He managed to keep his focus, moving his fingers at a frantic pace, not slowing down even a beat. Every time you felt a jolt from those bites, a flash of pain, your pelvis would grind into his hand, allowing him to go deeper and further, and then those coiled muscles snapped. The orgasm that washed over you was the most intense you had ever experienced, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Nuada held onto you, his fingers were ceaseless and intense.

The world felt like it had skidded to a halt, your vision kind of blanked out a little. Your focus was skewed. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All you could feel were the trembles of your body, of the hot breath against your throat. You vaguely heard a deep and satisfied groan when your cunt tightened around his fingers. The seconds ticked by as the world slowly drifted into focus. You felt your body grow empty. You faintly heard the sound of someone licking their fingers. You trembled when someone ran their tongue over the beads of sweat that had formed over your skin. "You taste delicious," Nuada grinned wolfishly when you opened your eyes to him, to what he was doing. His own chest trembled like he had been running hard. He tilted your chin again, his brow resting on yours. "You want more, y/n? You want more of what I just did to you?"

You could barely nod. Your breath was still hazy. The table felt cold and hard beneath you. Nuada let go of you completely and walked over to a bookcase, pulling out a thick blue volume. There was a loud creak, and the entire bookcase swung out. You finally see why the prince didn’t want people in this library. His bedroom had been craftily hidden beyond it. Nuada came back to you, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to it. "How about we try out that first picture you saw?"

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takusan-no-ai · 1 year

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Dragon’s Den

PAIRING: Nuada x Female Reader (Romantic) (Dragon Leader)

SUMMARY: Nuada crosses paths with a legendary dragon tamer.

The Troll Market was thriving in business like never before. Countless individuals shoved past each other in a frenzy; Nuada had never seen such excitement. “Mr. Wink, why on earth is there such a commotion today?” He asked his troll friend. Mr. Wink shrugged his shoulders.

Nuada followed the crowd, everyone making way for him. Before him was a cage, metal spikes, and a showman. He reeked of sewage. Above him was a giant sign, colorful flickering lights illuminating a name. “Than, the great Monster Hunter? What kind of foolery is this?” Nuada wasn’t pleased with the display in front of him.

The showman, Than, grasped a megaphone and roared, “Today I, the great Than, will be showcasing to you a future human killing machine! Everyone give a hand to the baby Deathgripper!” The crowd grew wild, everyone cheering and stomping loudly. A woman, hidden in a cloak, walked up next to Nuada.

“Disgusting, isn’t it? To use such creatures, innocent ones who want nothing more than to survive. To forcibly train them into human killing machines”–she looked towards Nuada–“if you’re going to hate humans, it’s more honorable to kill them yourself, right?”.

“I for one detest humans, so I can’t say I agree. I’m just disgusted that a game is being made of such a serious matter.” The woman wasn’t pleased with Nuada’s response and turned away in a huff.

“I thought you would’ve been different…”. Nuada didn’t acknowledge her comment and marched towards the stage.

“Any one of you could own this little killer if you pass the challenge!” Than skipped around the crowd wildly.

“I accept the challenge,” two hands rose in the air, one being Nuada’s, and the second being the woman’s.

“Why do you care about the dragons?” She asked him. The crowd grew silent, awaiting the answer. Nuada stared her down.

“Because it could prove useful to me”. The woman scoffed at his answer, removing her hood to reveal herself. Everyone gasped at the sight of a human in the Troll Market. “You…! You’re a human scum!” Nuada stomped towards her.

“And you’re an elf bastard. You claim to love the earth and it’s creatures, yet you’d gladly see the world burn if it meant humans were eradicated.” She threw the cloak on the ground, now standing in Viking like clothing; some of it even appeared to be dragon armor, something Nuada took note of.

“Well, well, well. It seems we’ll be having a fiery show today folks! Perhaps friends turned to enemies, or is this mysterious woman an old fling of Prince Nuada Silverlance–”

“I am (Y/N). Keeper and Ruler of the dragons. Protector of all dragon kind”–she brandished her sword, it lighting on fire in an instant–“and killer of all dragon hunters”. She pointed her sword directly at Nuada. “You are a prince? I knew the elves loved earth, but to think the most hypocritical one would be ruler of the elves…maybe I ought to add the elven race to my list of enemies,” she taunted.

Nuada swiftly charged his spear towards (Y/N)’s neck, but she blocked it. “Alright now you two, I haven’t even explained the challenge,” Than interrupted their spar. He looked towards (Y/N). “Though I must ask, you said you’re a killer of all dragon hunters, that right? Someone like you?” Than slowly walked towards (Y/N).

“I can feel eyes on me…ones with the intent to kill.” Nuada used his spear to block a bullet shot towards him. Than started laughing maniacally, charging towards (Y/N) with a mace in hand. She sliced him in half, his corpse burning from the flame of her sword.

“It seems your company has made me an enemy of your enemy,” Nuada glared at (Y/N). She only shook her head in response, reaching her hand up in the sky. “What are you doing–” Nuada was silenced by loud thuds echoing throughout the market. A staff bursted through the walls, landing in the hands of (Y/N). Nuada continued to block incoming attacks, “I can’t afford to focus on her well-being.”

(Y/N) slammed her staff down, incapacitating all of the enemies in an instant. Nuada froze in his attack stance, flabbergasted. “How…did a lousy, good-for-nothing, human…do all that,” he looked her in the eyes. “That…was passable,” he insulted her, walking away.

She slung the sword over her shoulder. “I thought you wanted the dragon!” Nuada just walked away faster. “Weirdo,” she mumbled under her breathe. (Y/N) freed the baby Deathgripper from its cage. The beast curled up in the furthest corner, shivering in the fear.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Those evil hunters can’t get you. And that mean old prince is gone too.” The Deathgripper laughed and slowly inched it’s way up to (Y/N). “There we go. You’re almost there little one.” She opened up a basket-like pouch and let the Deathgripper hop in.

(Y/N) exits the Troll Market and makes the long journey back to her hidden utopia for dragons. Gigantic trees surrounds that land, clean blue water flowing down a stream with many creatures, great and small, living in harmony. “Here you go. I’ll have to leave you here. I’ve got some important business to do, so stay here where it’s safe,” she places the Deathgripper on the ground floor and leaves.

Days later she sneaks into a popular restaurant, said to house the best exotic meat. Little did these humans know they were feasting upon dragon flesh. “Places like this should burn,” she said. (Y/N) snuck her way into the kitchen, disguised as a chef, and made her way down into the basement. Her informant told her that this was where the dragons were being stored; they were all babies, since anything bigger would be to hard to transport.

“Huh?” (Y/N) heard loud noises coming from the other room. Upon closer inspection she could smell blood. She opened the door, weapon in hand, only to find that there were mountains of hunter bodies on the floor. “Nuada!” She called out. He was killing each hunter, every hit thrown elegant in a way.

She was so caught up in his fight that she didn’t notice the hunter sneaking up behind her. “Aaargh,” the hunter’s battle cry caught both (Y/N) and Nuada’s attention. He quickly threw his sword right through the hunter head. She slowly walked towards Nuada.

“Thank you–” she didn’t get to finish her sentence as Nuada walked passed her and pulled his sword out of now deceased hunter’s skull.

“Don’t thank me. I didn’t do it for you.” Nuada tried to walk away, but (Y/N) latched onto his hand.

“Why did you come here? You–You did it for the dragons!” (Y/N) smiled. “I knew you cared!” She danced around in place.

“No. I’m just doing what’s right…,” Nuada said so, yet even he didn’t seem to believe his own words.

“How did you even know where to look?” She asked him. Nuada pulled out a sheet of paper, titled “Bureau For Paranormal Research And Defense,” (Y/N) repeated aloud. She gave him a confused look.

“My associate, Tom Manning, over heard me speaking of our encounter and stated that he wanted me to recruit you. I had a hard time finding you again, so I’ve just been doing this until then.” Nuada seemed almost displeased with even mentioning the man’s name, let alone calling Tom his associate.

“He’s a human, isn’t he?“ Nuada begrudgingly nodded. “An elf prince, that hates humans, and loves everything non-human, is working with humans to protect everyone; nonhuman and human alike.” (Y/N) tried to stifle a giggle but failed.

He puffed up his chest and stared at (Y/N) as if he was looking down on her, “Actually, I work alongside other nonhumans.”

“I bet most of them are still human though,” (Y/N) persisted, much to Nuada’s annoyance. “Okay. I’ll join. I want to protect my dragons, and if joining forces with the “B.P.R.D” is going to help me do so, then so be it!” She said enthusiastically.

Nuada’s face started to feel warmer as he smiled slightly. “What? Are you excited to work alongside me?” She teased. Nuada grumbled and left the premises. “I guess I’m moving all these guys on my own.”

She examined the paper Nuada had given her the next day. “The address isn’t too far from here, so that’s pretty convenient.” She finally made it to the front gate, and after confirming her identity, she was led down into the secret headquarters on an elevator. She heard a man’s voice, he seemed to be giving a speech.

“Alright folks settle down. We have a new recruit today. She’s going to need some help getting use to the place so be sure to help her adjust accordingly.”

Once the elevator stopped all eyes fell on her, but (Y/N) immediately locked hers with Nuada’s. The latter looked away, seemingly stirred up. A woman that looked a lot like him, possibly his twin, gave him a playful look. “Did she see that?” (Y/N) wondered.

“Hello, Ms. (Y/N). I’m Tom Manning, pleasure to meet you! For a human the things you’ve done are quite impressive.” Tom shook her hand and she shook back.

Liz, Abe, even Hellboy introduced themselves one by one to (Y/N). She spent the day bonding with them all, and while she still didn’t fully trust them, she was happy to know them. Everyone was enjoying themselves until the alarms went off. “Emergency! A giant beast is attacking the base. Stop it before anyone else finds out!” Tom commanded everyone to go out front.

“What is it sir?” (Y/N) asked Tom, to which he responded with saying it was a dragon. “I can handle it myself.” At first everyone was reluctant on letting her handle it alone, but she eventually convinced them to let her go. After making it back to the surface, a gigantic Screaming Death roared, flying high in the sky.

She whistles towards the dragon, gaining its attention. The Screaming Death floated in front of (Y/N), sniffing the air around her. She leans her forehead onto its, and whispered to the dragon, “It’s okay. Go to where your family is. I know you can find them. You don’t have to be afraid.” It calmed down and swiftly flew away.

Everyone was impressed with her ability to communicate with the dragons. They all dispersed at the command of Tom and went back inside. Nuada slowly walked towards (Y/N), and she walked slowly towards him. “That was very impressive. I don’t usually say this to humans, but your genuine love for those creatures…it does warm my heart knowing some humans can be like you.” Nuada gently grasped (Y/N)’s hand for a second and then let go.

“Hey, Nuada. Want to meet the rest of my dragons?” She offered. He smiled and nodded.

“I’d love to.”

Nuada and (Y/N) make it to her secret utopia for rescued dragons. “Many of them are injured or traumatized by the things done to them, so this is essentially a safe haven to protect them from the outside world,” she explained. “These are my three main dragons: Stormcutter, Triple Strike, and Song of Death.”

The dragons weren’t too enthusiastic to see Nuada, most not sensing a good feel from him. The baby Deathgripper spits acid on Nuada’s clothes while the other dragons growl.

“Ugh! You’ve got to be kidding me…,” while Nuada was vigorously wiping off the acid, (Y/N) was laughing so hard she clutched her stomach. Nuada slightly laughs alongside her. He stopped to hold her face in his hands which caused her laughter to stop.

They both slowly leaned in and gave each other a quick kiss, embarrassingly pushing the other away afterwards. The dragons all gagged at the two.

- Fin

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myers-meadow · 2 years

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Meadow's Masterlist

My list of works is growing and growing, so here is a masterlist. Last updated on 18-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

My AO3

Otis B. Driftwood

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Moon Boys/Arthur Harrow

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Sinclair brothers

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Gaunter O'Dimm from The Witcher 3 - multichapter (completed), oneshots

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

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sserpente · 4 years

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A/N: Request from @holacherrycola90. Finally! Here’s my Prince Nuada Imagine! Enjoy! ♥

Words: 2346 Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and corpses

He had come out of nowhere, seemingly. No, this wasn’t right. He had come bursting through the window. Burglary and assaults were common this way in your humble town, not however, when you were based on the sixteenth floor. There was blood, screams, debris and repulsion; a convulsion of pain, horror and violence, all senses mixing to a dizzying thick blanket that threatened to steal away your consciousness.

They were all dead. He had killed them. Nausea clawed at your guts and throat when you realised the gravity of what it was like to have witnessed murder, to have witnessed someone die right in front of your eyes.

The blood you were covered in was not yours. It was theirs. And he was still here, treading over the mangled corpses like he would overcome a rocky path.

He had white hair, so white it almost blinded you, his skin as pale as the moonlight. And his eyes… his eyes were red… orange… of a colour defying the beauty of a sunset. He was alien. Never before had you seen something so beautiful and horrifying at the very same time.

He could not possibly have spared you on purpose. You had been buried under two dead bodies during his killing spree, unable to and too terrified to sit up and flee. Now, you cowered there, on the ground in midst a pool of blood, wishing you had called in sick and stayed home. Was this the end? Would you be murdered by a man seemingly not of this world? You were by no means superstitious but you had long accepted that humans could not be the only intelligent species in this universe. If only the proof of this mindset of yours had come peacefully instead of violently.

His clothes were strange too, you realised when you dared another timid glare. Scars and fine lines defined his sharp face. He was wearing battle armour. Battle armour from another world, so it appeared.

“It is not here?”

His accent was otherworldly. Like he spoke a strange language long forgotten by mankind. You could not see the creature he was speaking to until it stepped into the light—an already broken light bulb already emitting sparks; a death trap for the puddle right underneath its weak beam.

Holding back a scream when you took in the creature’s appearance, you resisted, with all your willpower, to flinch back, yet you could not stop the subtle movement of your right hand subconsciously grabbing the shoulder of a dead body next to you.

You held your breath when the strange warrior spun around with a start, facing your trembling form on the ground and pointing his large spear directly at your panic-stricken face.

“Where is it?” It was a question. Directed at you. Your heart skipped a beat. “The crown piece of Bethmora. It was here.”

Any moment now he would dash forward and pierce your throat with the pointy tip of the spear—you would join the corpses surrounding you, bleeding to death and choking on your own blood within a matter of seconds. Your lower lip was shaking when you opened your mouth.

The crown piece. It had been taken away for an auction only yesterday morning. Your supervisor had approved of it after your examination. It was of unspeakable value, made of pure gold with an ancient crafting technique. It would sell for millions.

“It’s not here,” you whispered, unable to raise your voice out of fear of imminent death. “Not anymore. It was taken yesterday.” The warrior snarled. You forced your eyes shut. Darkness was more welcome than your murderer glaring at you through cold, blood-orange eyes as he killed you. But the fateful blow never came.

He was staring at you when you risked another peek up at him, your body still shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind.

“Where is it?”

Swallowing thickly, you stuttered the name of the location, unable to form another functioning sentence. Not until he stepped closer.

“Don’t kill me… please…”

He crouched down and tilted his head. What was it that stopped him from chopping your head off like he had with all the other meagre and now massacred humans around you? Was it your trembling lips? Would they be soft if he ran his thumb over them? Would he feel the salty tears on his finger and smear them all over your mouth as he did?

You radiated innocence like a blooming flower. “Mr Wink,” he started, never taking his blood-orange gaze off of you as his smooth voice echoed over the murder scene. “Locate the crown piece.” The creature nodded—out of obedience, companionship or respect, you could not tell—and disappeared in the shadows. You did not dare let out a relieved breath though.

“I am Prince Nuada Silverlance.” He introduced himself then. “I am here to claim what is rightfully mine and I will not rest until it is in my possession.”

You dreaded asking what it was he was looking for. Treasure? Heirs? Political power?

“The annihilation of the human race.” He said, without so much as blinking. Your blood ran cold. So he would kill you. “The crown pieces, once re-matched, will allow me to awaken the Golden Army… and destroy human kind once and for all.”

“W-What… what are you?”

“I am an Elf.”

Your lips parted. Elves had looked so different in your fairy tales and stories from when you were a child. Cheerful and happy, not malicious and cruel.

“B-but why?” You regretted the words as soon as they escaped your lips. Nuada narrowed his eerie eyes at you.

“Why? My race was slaughtered by your people. We have been in hiding ever since, like pets in a cage. Your kind deserves death.” Your eyes widened, your mind unwilling to process his words.

“So you will kill me now?” You chirped. Nuada had noticed your tears before you had. They were streaming down your cheeks in a seemingly endless waterfall, worsening your sight. Yet, his response surprised you.

“No. I will not kill you.”

Nuada spent two weeks in hiding. The humans had learned about the incident and the murders, of course, and the police had been searching for the culprit ever since. You had read it in a newspaper a businessman must have abandoned at the station.

You were still alive, living, breathing. The question had been burning on your tongue ever since. Why? Why hadn’t he killed you? And most importantly… why had he kept you with him?

You were still afraid of him, of course—if only a little bit. Just enough to avoid asking him why he had not ended your life. He knew you had been awake the night he had taken you, on the edge of consciousness for your mind had soon shut down to not become a victim of madness. When he had told you—vowed—to keep you safe from his conquering.

You remembered it so well you could still feel his cool fingertips lingering on your cheeks and even your lips. He had watched you sleep for most of the cold night, wondering intently why he had kept you alive. Was it so he would have a reminder of what he would have accomplished soon, if he kept the last remaining human to himself? Was it so, if he so desired, he could mix his race with yours to humiliate humanity even further or was it to keep a trophy, a pet?

Blinking, you rose from the makeshift bed. It was no less than a collection of old pillows and a blanket on a handful of cardboard. There was no luxury underground. The place Nuada had chosen for his preparations was ghastly, yet it was perfect for his dark schemes.

He was training, practicing. His spear, so you learned, could shrink to an arm-sized knife if he wanted to. Gracefully, he whirled around half on the ground, half in the air, fighting invisible enemies. His bare body—pale und inhuman like his face—was covered in battle scars. There was a part of you that longed to trace every single one of them with your fingertips.

Prince Nuada was beauty. Not in the conventional meaning of the word and not in the way magazines would rave about make-up and models. Nuada was beautiful in his very own way. He was… fascinating. It scared you how much he enchanted you despite his racist nature, his wish to kill your kind because of humanity’s own cruelty towards his people. No one was just the victim here.

“It is almost time.” He said without turning around to face you. The sound of metal scratching echoed through the dark and moist underground station as he shrunk his spear back to a handy knife. Time for what? You thought. The ultimate destruction of this planet?

“Did you sleep well?”

“Uh… yes. It was a little cold.” You replied timidly.

“I can ask Mr Wink to obtain another blanket for you.” Finally, he spun around, his warm eyes boring into yours. “But it will not be much longer now. I am taking you to my home where you will be safe from the Golden Army.”

“W-where… where is your home?”

“Somewhere underneath New York City, approximately six miles underground.” Six miles. No wonder he found comfort and peace in being down here. But the thought of spending even more time in the dark, away from light and the outside world made you both anxious and nauseous.

“No… Nuada, I can’t… you can’t expect me to live under the Earth. Let me return to—“

“No. As soon as I give the order, the Army will slaughter mankind like my father should have ordered them to a long time ago. They will make no exceptions and spare you like I did.”

“What if I don’t want them to spare me? What if I don’t want to live like this?”

“I vowed to keep you safe, is that not enough?” He spat, sheathing his knife away.

“But why? Why did you do this? You keep me here, away from my life, claiming you are protecting me. Nuada… I am grateful you spared me… but you can’t keep me locked up in here with you forever.”

“Not forever,” he retorted quickly. “Once the last crown piece is mine, I will rise in this place as its new king. You will be by my side, safe.”

“You mean after you’ve extinguished my race?” You chirped. No, no tears. You had been crying so often lately. And you were worried Nuada would grow tired of your tears. “What is my life worth if I spend it in solitude?”

“You will not be alone. I will care for you.”

“Nuada. Don’t. I beg you.”

He snorted. “The humans must pay for what they did to us.”

“I am human too!”

“You are an innocent.”

“So are billions of others! Billions! Mothers and fathers and children and elders who don’t even know your race exists and who didn’t make the decision to harm you in any way!” You shrieked, blinking frantically to scare away the tears.

“You are testing my patience. There is always a price to pay. That is the burden of ruling.”

“I don’t think that’s how kings should act.”

“Silence now!”

“You don’t get to silence me! What is the point of all of this, Nuada? My begging tires you it seems but what would you do if an elf threatened to wipe out your entire race? Life as you know it? Friends and family?!”

“It is no less than what my people had to endure, (Y/N).” You shivered when he spoke your name. It was always special for he did not do it often. And he was calm—eerily calm. After you had lashed out at him like this, you should have worried for your life. Strangely though… you didn’t. Not even when he backed you against a destroyed pillar, his face only inches from yours—close enough to study every single unique line on his white face.

“I should abandon you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “What is it about you? You are only human.” If the situation hadn’t been so tense, you would have joked with him—flirted with him even, for you had definitely heard better compliments. In a twisted way, you were flattered by the way he treated you, wanting to keep you from any harm as if you were a princess of a faraway realm. But you were not. You were you, a young woman building a career in archaeology and antique trade.

“You are so fragile,” he continued hoarsely. “I cannot let them harm you.”

“Why? Nuada, why?” Your voice was but a mere whisper. You could feel his hot and moist breath on your lips. But you already knew the answer. He had feelings for you, had been growing them since he had laid his eyes on you in between puddles of blood and dead bodies, terrified and alone. Like a white flower they were blooming in his heart, mocking his motives and what he had in store for humanity.

A barely audible gasp escaped you when his cold lips brushed against yours lightly, like the gentle touch of a butterfly’s wings. Perhaps you had become his conscious all those days back upon your first encounter. Perhaps you had become his very own way of living with the horrible deed he was about to do. However, there was also a glimmer of hope. There was a reason your heart had pounded like a steam hammer upon his tender touch on your cheek; a reason for why his proximity did not repulse but excite you.

Before you could stop yourself, you brought your palms to his bare chest, feeling his hard muscles and those unique scars against your skin, allowing him, no, inviting him to kiss you properly. There was still hope he would spare humanity, you were sure of it—for you.

A/N: Check out my blog to find more Imagines and take a glimpse at my first (to be) published novel! If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years

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Imagine # 622

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

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Humming softly (Y/n) combed through her loving husband's silky hair. "My love." Nuada mused taking a hold of her hands. "Yes?" She tilted her head looking into his beautiful golden eyes. "Tell me, why do you insist on doing this every morning?" Nuada asked, his voice soft, and the faintest of a blush dusting his pale cheeks. "I do this because I love you, why do you ask?" She smiled brushing a strand of his hair back. "Do I make you happy?" His question momentarily stunned (Y/n), who scoffed quietly after a few minutes. "Of course you make me happy, why would you ever think otherwise?" She frowned holding his face between her hands. "I love you Nuada, more than I ever thought possible. Please don't ever doubt that." She smiled sadly before lightly pecking his lips. "Now hold still my love." She instructed as she moved to apply his makeup, taking tender care of each stroke of the brush. All the while Nuada watched her, resisting the urge to show her how much he loved her, the same as every morning. "I know that look." (Y/n) smiled as she looked deeply into her husband's eyes. "I love you." He smiled gently tugging her down for a kiss. "I love you too." She giggled against his freshly painted lips. "Can I show you how much I love you?" He grinned with a certain twinkle in his eye, making (Y/n) giggle. "We have important work to do today my love." She smiled giving into him despite her words. "They can wait my Queen." He grinned pulling her into his lap, his hands running up her shirt, and along her smooth soft skin. "Queen huh?" She sighed in bliss at the feeling of his touch. "Yes." Nuada groaned softly into her neck, kissing along her jugular. With the intent to show her just how much he loved her, and taking his sweet sweet time with her.

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princessvisionary101 · 2 years

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

Part 1 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.

Info: This is my first Nuada x female reader so please don’t judge me! I’ll try my best to make it enjoyable! Enjoy!

When you think of the word “Princess” what do you believe a princess is?

The daughter of a king and queen who rules over a kingdom of their own. The consort of a prince who can later make her become a queen of higher standing. A woman of high rank or of high standing in her class or profession with good skills and enough power of her own.

Your family’s princesses were all of the above with each definition. Someone who wanted to marry the princess to turn her into a queen. Someone who obeys her husband and behaves like a good wife. Someone who a man could have as a trophy to display.

That’s a princess.

You were the first princess to ever ruin the image of your family’s title.

Every since you met a boy name Tommy who not only was the laundry boy in your palace but a Satyr, you befriend him even when you found out about it. I mean who would think that a half goat half boy was dangerous right? And also since you didn’t fear him or said anything to the maids about him, you were reeled into a life where you and him had the most fun in the small town your parents ruled over. He taught you the amazing things about other creatures and how he wished for humans to get along with his kind so that no one has to fear anyone again. You swore secretly that you wanted to make his dream come true.

When your family found out, they immediately got rid of Tommy and you never learned whether he was dead or kicked out of the country. You were punished for keeping him a secret, and you were to never leave your room unless you were told to or else. You preoccupied yourself with the books in the library about trolls and fairies and it helps you learn more about them than you ever did with your family’s help. When your family suspected your change of perspective to mythical beings and how you wanted to make peace with them instead of ruling over some of them, you were banned from the only place you enjoy, unless you learned that creatures like Tommy were never to be seen as equals. Of course you refused to accept that and never saw your family eye to eye again.

Years went by and your role of a princess was fading every day. Maids and guards still served you every time you needed them, but it was hard for them to be loyal when your sister would command them to do small pranks or to just leave you be. And since she is your parents favorite, how could the servants oppose her demands? You didn’t blame them anyways and insisted to yourself that you were better alone. No suitors to ask for proposals, that belongs to your sister. No gifts on random days, your sister has them all. No attention or praises from your parents, you sister took their eyes away from you.

Your parents never did gave you the attention that you wanted from them than your sister who could easily ask by calling for them. Back then you thought, if you were more socializing, more full of yourself, and more of a show off than your sister, you could get attention from both your parents and suitors to pass on the family’s fame. Instead, you chose the route to avoid that possibility. To avoid accepting that creatures are monsters that deserve to rot and never step on man’s land. To avoid pretending to enjoy men who live to gloat and boast about their riches and palaces. You even promised yourself many times that you would never get married to a man like that, or any man at all.

That is until your father at the dinner table gave you and your sister a announcement.

“We’ll be visiting the Bethmoora clan to have a peaceful agreement with lands and supplies. I want both of you to behave and go along with the plan I have in mind to help our land and kingdom. That is all.” He said before leaving the dining room where my sister and I were left with our mother. She smiled at us and told us to get ready to meet them and to look very nice and cute. After my sister left I asked my mom why would they want to talk to us? She frowned and stood up from her seat walking towards you. “Your father wants to expand our land and make more people live here so that people can pay more for the construction of homes, shops and businesses. He loves to own a lot of land, and the clan seem to not like that much. So he believes he can convince them to gives us some land so that he can give supplies to them.” She pushes you towards the door and lets you off with a small comment. “But I wouldn’t worry about that dear. After all a good princess doesn’t worry about affairs or anything that a king won’t have trouble with.” And she closes the door. Does she really think that a affair like this is important to know for the occasion?

After getting ready for a business meeting that you might not have importance in, you family were set off to the land that the Bethmoora clan owned and saw many of them growing crops that you’ve every seen in your life. Your sister seemed to snicker at your gaze. “What is so funny dear sister?” You ask with a slight low tone. “Oh nothing little sister!” She said with a slight smirk. “It’s just it’s funny how your amazed at this many crops when there’s lots of markets at our home that has those in display-oops!” She covered her smile. “I forgot! You haven’t been out for so long! I’m sorry forgive me little sister!” She giggled. Man she really gets on your nerves a lot does she? Makes you wonder how you two got along before you saw how she really was when she wasn’t near you.

“Oh girls! Chins up! Remember to give perfect impressions!” Mother stated before leaving the carriage. Your older sister went after you. You were astonish of how the clan could be so beautiful with a small palace of their own. Even the small houses you passed were so pretty compare to the ones back home. And you were interested of how each elf looks exactly the same but yet so different from one another. It confuses you and intrigues you equally. When your family were greeted by the advisor who said that they were to wait at the dining room for the king, your sister couldn’t help but voice her thoughts out loud. “And will the prince be there?” She asked with curiosity is her face. Your face would look unimpressed and your eyes rolled up. It wasn’t surprising that your sister would be happy to know that 1) the king has a son and that 2) would be interested of what he looks like and what he does. She was just as curious as any girl who learns of a prince in their father’s business matters. “Yes your highness” the advisor said with a neutral tone “he and his sister the princess will be with his majesty at the dining room. They are just getting ready and will meet with you all momentarily.” He said while guiding all of you to the room. Before you could sit in a chair, you mother made a request to your father. “Oh! Honey, don’t you think that our youngest will grow tired and lost from this meeting?” She asked your father while you look at her bewildered. Is she trying to ask father to make you leave the room? In a palace you don’t know of? “I don’t mind being quiet if that’s what your worried about mother.” You try to testify but your father held up a hand. “It’s alright darling. If you want to roam around but not too far, you are excuse from this meeting. It will only take maybe a hour at best.” He said with a small grin and a reassuring tone. “What about dear sister?” You gesture to her. “Will you get bored of meetings like these? You use to say that affairs were not suited for you.” You said while you look at her. “She might be needed for this so just be on your way. Ask the advisor if there’s a place you would like to visit.” He shows you with his left hand. “Run along now, let us handle this dear.” You were left outside the room while the advisor even seemed surprised by this action. “My apologies for my family.” You reassured him while he look at the door then to you. “Why do they treat you different if I may ask?” “They don’t wanna say bluntly that they don’t want me here but because I’m part of the family, I have to participate in events like family meetings or social gatherings that involve us. It’s not new for me so don’t worry.” You look down while saying that last part. It really wasn’t new that your family didn’t have high expectations for you. You’d don’t care though. Not so much though. “So!” You look at him while he seemed to have straighten his posture. Was he looking down somewhere? “You wouldn’t happen to have a library I can past the time with by chance?” He seem to be surprised by this type of request. I guess no princess visits libraries now often? “Oh of course! Right this way!” Let’s hope that you have time to explore the palace while you still can. You would loved to hope that this meeting isn’t long enough for you all to stay long. You also hope that you won’t bump into your sister’s new crush. Oh that would be exhausting.

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Courtship Confusion (Nuada x Reader)

Prince Nuada Silverlance x Reader

TW: gets slightly steamy towards the end but not too explicit

Summary: Prince Nuada has been courting you for the last few months. You unfortunately, don't seem to realize that.

3.6k~ words

I had entirely way too much fun writing this. Please enjoy the emotional constipation and complete obliviousness to come. I promise it pays off in the end.

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In all his long years as a warrior and a prince, Nuada could have never imagined that he’d be feeling this way.

His heart began to pound as you walked by him in the hall, not looking up from the case file you were flicking through. He held his breath until you’d turned a corner out of sight, ignoring the knowing gaze of Nuala beside him.

He’d charged into battles without a sliver of fear, faced countless foes without even breaking a sweat. So why did the thought of you near him make his knees weak and his stomach churn?

“(Y/n) is looking rather lovely today, isn’t she brother?” Nuala said as they continued towards their rooms.

“All humans look the same to me,” Nuada grumbled, despite knowing that his twin would be able to sense the lie. It was rare to see you wear something outside of your usual all black combat wear (this was something he admired about you- like him, you were always prepared to fight and defend if need be). Today, you’d been wearing a long skirt and a nice blouse, a combination that accentuated your curves. As Manning’s assistant, not only were you often out in the field, but you also accompanied him to meetings with government higher-ups. Not that Nuada had tried to find out anything about you or your job after the two of you first met. Why would he, you’re just another human after all.

Nuala hummed at his response. “Well, it’s good you feel that way then. Yesterday I overheard one of the guards say he was planning on asking her out on a date.”

Nuada raised an eyebrow. “A guard is going to ask her to… stand on a fruit?”

His sister tried to hide her amusement. “No, brother. A ‘date’ is when one human asks another human to join them in a fun activity when they wish to begin courting the other.”

The elf prince stopped. “A guard is going to ask (Y/n) to court him?”

“It seems like you care for this human after all, brother.” Nuala smirked, sensing the jealousy brewing in him. She’d completely made up that story about the guard, but that was something Nuada didn’t need to know right now.

Without replying, he turned on his heel and began walking in the direction you’d been headed, leaving his sister to smile in victory.

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You groaned at your desk, stacks of paperwork surrounding you. The quarterly board meetings always left you with more to do than normal and you were really not looking forward to having to deal with it. You had just pulled the first stack towards you when there came a soft knock at your door.

“Come in,” you called, expecting Manning to enter with more paperwork. To your great surprise, it was Nuada, the elven prince who’d been in the BPRD’s custody for just over six months. To pay for his crimes against humanity, he’d been sentenced to working with the very organization that had brought about his downfall.

Even though you’d been an instrumental part of that mission, and had even been injured in the final battle, you’d gone out of your way to be friendly with Nuada when he first arrived. Your parents had died when you were little, and you’d been in and out of the foster care system before Professor Broom had adopted you and raised you alongside Red. You knew firsthand how cruel humans could be, and had sympathized with the prince’s mindset, even if you thought it extreme. You supposed if your race was dying out, you’d be a little pissed at the culprits, too.

Nuada stood before you, as stoic as ever with his hands clasped behind his back. “I invite you to join me this evening in the training room for a sparring session. It will be a… fun activity.” He said formally.

An odd choice of wording, but you chalked that up to him just not being quite used to the laidback way humans spoke. You looked around at your desk and the mountains of paperwork on it and back at him. I suppose I do need to work off some steam after dealing with those government high hats all day, you thought to yourself. Besides, it wasn’t often that you found yourself alone with him. You’d developed a bit of a crush on the tall elf in the time you’d spent trying to befriend him, and as much as you tried to tell yourself he’d never be interested in a human, you just couldn’t seem to push the feelings away.

“I’d love to,” you smiled at him, and the corner of his lips pulled up in return. He bowed to you before making an exit, and that was how you found yourself sweating from exertion just a few hours later.

The clanging of metal on metal echoed into the hall as you circled each other slowly. Each blow had been matched, parry for parry and lunge for lunge, neither of you managing to get in a hit on the other. You blew away a lock of hair hanging in your eyes, shifting your staff from one hand to the other.

Nuada’s gold eyes never left your form as he searched for an opening in your stance that would allow him the upperhand, but you were just too quick. Even though he outmatched you in both size and strength, you were quick and agile on your feet, always dodging his attacks at the last second. He knew you were a good fighter after seeing you train before, but experiencing it firsthand was completely different. Your skill was one of the many things he lo- respected, he corrected himself, about you.

He was brought out of his thoughts when you suddenly lunged at him, taking him by surprise. He fell backwards, losing his footing. You stumbled too, not expecting him to actually have gone down. You couldn’t stop yourself from falling with him, landing squarely on his chest with a thump.

You groaned, winded from the impact, before stiffening as you realized the position you were in. You quickly scrambled up, heat sarong your cheeks as you blushed furiously. “I’m so sorry,” you rambled. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Nuada propped himself up on his elbow, turning his head to hide the gold dusting his cheeks. Hopefully if you saw it, you’d think it was just the flush from your training session. He grabbed the hand you offered him, trying to ignore the way it fit perfectly in his significantly larger one.

“Not to worry, it takes much more than that to wound me.”

You took a step back once he got to his feet. “I suppose this means I win, hm?” You couldn’t keep the smug smile off your face.

The prince huffed, picking his weapon off the ground where it had fallen. “You’re not bad… for a human.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that it was as much of an admission as you were going to get. The two of you began to walk to the exit after gathering your belongings. “We should do this again sometime. It was fun.”

Nuada seemed to perk up at that, a small smile on his face. You blinked in surprise. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile. You were even more surprised when he grabbed your hand, placing a delicate kiss on the back of it. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, bidding you goodnight and walking off to his room.

You began to make your way to your room as well, lost in thought at the elf’s bold action. Surely that was just his royal upbringing shining through, he was only being polite. You attempted to quell your beating heart, but nothing could stop your mind from wandering to what it would feel like to have Nuada’s lips on yours instead of the back of your hand.

Meanwhile, said prince was already busy planning your next “date.”

~~~

You were having one of those days.

Manning had dropped all the work that he didn’t want to do on your shoulders, as usual. The new recruits had been especially tiresome working with today, and eventually you’d given up trying to teach them anything new, just making them run laps around the track until their training time with you was up. And to top it all off, one of the guards had whistled after you when you’d walked by him, landing you a scolding in Manning’s office about “not breaking any more noses” because “the BPRD is low on guards right now” or something like that.

All in all, it had been a shit day, and you wanted nothing more than to take a long bath and not come out of your room for the rest of the evening.

You reached your door in a tired daze, not even realizing something had been sitting in front of it until you’d almost kicked it over. It was a bottle of wine with a silky red ribbon tied around it in a bow, beside it a box of fancy chocolates. The note attached simply said, A queen deserves to be pampered.

You examined the items in your hands with skepticism. Who could have left them for you? Manning would never leave such a gift, he barely noticed all the extra work you did for him. You briefly thought of your adopted brother, but dismissed it as quickly as it came. With such a romantic note, it couldn’t be from Red. Long white hair and golden eyes entered your mind, but you dismissed that even faster than you had Red. There was no denying the romantic tones to the gift, and there was no way that Nuada felt that way for you. He probably barely even considered the two of you friends.

It had to have been that guard, you thought with a scowl. Even after you punched him in the face, he just couldn’t take a hint, could he? You frowned deeply, carrying the wine and chocolate into your room and closing the door with a bang. You’d dispose of them in the morning, you didn’t want some creep’s attempt at wooing you.

Nuada watched from around the corner, frowning at your less-than-pleased reaction to his gifts. Had you not liked them? He thought that all human women liked sweets, but judging by your disgusted reaction, you obviously didn’t. He straightened up and continued down the hall, pace faltering slightly when he passed by your door.

He meant what he’d written in that note, and he longed to be able to provide you comfort after a long day. Resolve settled his stomach as he forced himself on his way. He hadn’t earned that privilege, not yet at least. It was obvious to him now, he needed to get you a much better courting present. One that would completely sweep you off your feet, and ensure that you would not hesitate to say yes when he asked you to be his mate.

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You’d been seeing a lot more of a certain elf prince recently, not that you were complaining.

He always seemed to be in the library whenever you were in there. Often, you would bond over books, swapping recommendations and opinions on mutual reads. One time, you had even sat next to each other on the couch, with him reading an excerpt of his favorite childhood book of legends to you in his native tongue. You’d sat back and relaxed, letting the sound of his soothing baritone wash over you. Even if you couldn’t understand what he was saying, it was a calm moment in your hectic workday that you treasured.

You’d also taken to sparring together every other evening. Right now, your tally was even. You’d beat him, he’d beat you the next time, and so on. It was becoming a fun little game between the two of you, and slowly you began to see Nuada’s true personality shine through his cold and off-putting exterior.

Of course, these interactions only fueled the huge crush you had on the prince. Maybe you were even falling in love with him, you mused one night after one of your training sessions. It would be just your luck, to fall in love with someone who would never love you back. Even though Nuada was friendly to you, he did little to hide his taste for the others around you. Whenever a man drew near, he sneered at them until they walked quickly away. It was a reminder to you that he could never see you as anything more than a greedy, dirty human. But still, after another impromptu meeting with him in the library, you told yourself it was okay to pretend.

You’d also been receiving more gifts from the guard- little crystals, fancy pens for your desk, a scarf in your favorite color, each with a sweet note attached. These gleam, but not as much as you. For all the thoughts and ideas that come from your beautiful mind. And the most daring of all, Would you wear this, and only this, for me? You kept them all in a box as evidence so you could convince Manning that he was harassing you. Most disturbing were the sketches of you, done in amazing detail. They were drawn with such obvious care you sometimes doubted that it was actually the guard that drew them, but then reminded yourself that there was no one else it possibly could be. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

~~~

Nuada paced his room, hands behind his back and brow scrunched deep in thought. His courtship with you was going very well. The two of you had grown much closer over the last few months, and it was time to finally ask you to be his mate.

He looked over to his small bedside table where the courting gift he had made for you rested. It had taken him countless hours to create, and he could only hope that it would be good enough for you.

His sister entered quietly, and he growled at the intrusion. “I’m busy, sister. Go pester that overgrown fish you seem to like so much.”

Nuala tsked teasingly. “I expect you to not be so callous with my future sister-in-law, brother. Even if she is ‘just a human.’”

“(Y/n) isn’t just a human, at least not anymore. She is kind, and caring, and a skilled warrior, and-”

Nuada cut himself off at the sight of his sister’s triumphant grin. “Love has changed you, brother. It pleases me greatly to see you so happy.”

The sincerity of her words stopped him from feeling too annoyed at her intrusion. “I am going to ask her to be my mate,” he confessed. He looked at her imploringly, gold eyes filled with rare vulnerability. “Do you think she will say yes?”

“I have no doubt, brother.”

~~~

You’d had enough.

The trinkets had been one thing, the sketches another, but this time he had gone too far. The guard had the nerve to break into your locked office and leave a note demanding you to meet him. ‘Let us make our love official. Meet me on the roof tonight at 8 pm.’

Your stomach curdled at the delusional note. How could that guard possibly think you loved him? You were deeply in love with Nua-

You stopped yourself from completing the thought, instead focusing on your anger. Oh, you would meet him, alright. You would meet him and put an end to the foolish obsession he had with you.

You waited impatiently for the evening to come, delighting in all the ways you were going to give the guard a piece of your mind. If he thought a broken nose was bad, just wait till he saw what was coming.

You stormed up the stairs to the roof, kicking open the door with a bang only to stop at the sight before you.

Lights were strung up criss-crossed over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket sitting beside it. Soft music played from who-knows-where, and rose petals were scattered all around.

“Thank you for not keeping me waiting, my love. I have been so anxious for this night to come.”

You blink in shock as Nuada steps out from the shadows. His white hair is tied back, and he is clad in regal-looking robes even fancier than the ones you’re used to seeing him in. He walks swiftly towards you, taking both your hands in his and gazing earnestly down at you.

“Wh-where is the guard?” You manage to stutter out, struggling to understand just exactly what is going on. You must be completely losing your mind, because you could’ve sworn Nuada has just called you “my love.”

Confusion crosses his features before his eyes narrow in recognition and anger. “Has one been bothering you? I’d hoped our courtship would make it obvious enough that you were unavailable.”

Now you were certain that you were hearing things. There was no way Nuada had just said the words “our” and “courtship” together.

Nuada moved closer to you until your chests are touching. He seemed to tower over you as he raised a hand to cradle your cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed, and before you could comprehend what he’s doing, his lips melded with your own. You couldn’t move as he groaned against you, his tongue coming to trace your bottom lip.

He pulled away suddenly, seeming to try and gather his composure. “I promised myself I wouldn’t get too carried away before giving you this.” He reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled out an intricate ring, gold wires wrapped elegantly around a large glittering diamond.

“This was my mother’s,” he explained, sliding it on the ring finger of your left hand. You remained still, quite sure that you’d died somehow and had gone to heaven. He got down on one knee, looking up at you with complete reverence. “(Y/n) (L/n), will you do me the infinite honor of being my mate?”

You choked at the word “mate,” finally shaking yourself out of your daze. You took a step back, pulling your hand away from his. “This is cruel, even for you Nuada.” You said coldly. “I don’t know who told you friends are supposed to play pranks on each other, but this isn’t how you do it.”

He had the decency to look distraught, at least. “Prank? This is no prank.” You scoffed, already moving towards the door back inside. You knew you’d done a poor job of hiding your feelings for him, but he didn’t need to mock you for them in such a way. You’re a human, and he hates humans. He could’ve just told you that instead of going through all this trouble to embarrass you.

“Wait, please!” The despair in his voice made you pause, but you still didn’t turn around to face him. You didn’t want him to see the tears that were beginning to fall.

“I assure you, I would never jest about something so serious. It is tradition for courtship to end with the presentation of a token of love and the question to become mates!”

You whirled around, anger being replaced with confusion. “What courtship? We haven’t been dating!”

Nuada looked crestfallen, an expression you never thought you’d see on him. “But my gifts, our dates? Did you not consider them part of our courtship?”

You shook your head in confusion. “I don’t understand, Nuada. You never asked me out on a date.” Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait, it’s you that’s been leaving me all those things outside my door?”

He nodded, getting slowly to his feet. “Yes, and our dates were in the library and the training room. I thought all they needed to be were fun activities, but I see now that I was mistaken.”

He looked absolutely devastated, and your heart clenched at the sight. You never could have believed that he would return your feelings, and here you were learning that he thought you two were engaged in a months long courtship!

You walked back up to him and reached up to make him meet your gaze. “For the record, I would love to be courted by you,” you said softly, tucking back a wayward piece of hair that had fallen. Your fingertips brushed the point of his ear and he shivered. “I love you, Nuada. I have for a very long time.”

No words were spoken as your lips met again, this time allowing yourself to truly get lost in the other. You opened your mouth eagerly when Nuada’s tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you when he immediately dove in. You ended up pressed against the stairwell door, your legs wrapped around his waist so that you could feel every inch of his hard length against you.

You broke apart for air, both of you panting with swollen lips. Nuada groaned deeply when you teasingly rolled your hips against his, fingers clutching your thighs so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they left a bruise.

“Do not tempt me so,” he growled, voice low in your ear. “It is obvious to me that I have not courted you properly, and for that I must make amends before I can make you my mate.”

“Then let the courtship begin,” you said, giving him a wicked smile before pulling him back down into another searing kiss.

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Permission to court

(Requested by @athenacross27 : Hello! Me again! 😂 May I request a Nuada x Reader Reader is a simple girl who works in missions with Red shes playful and is always laughing despite hard times, Nuada becomes interested in her, one day her mom who used to work for the BPRD visits with her two little siblings and Nuada wants to impress her and makes it known he wants to court the Reader? 😁 Some Fluff! ❤)

(A/N): That was an interesting request, I had fun writing it. My apologies if I took too long (writing block was a B****) and if the story strayed away in any way from the main idea.

Warning: Fluff and possible grammatic errors.

Word Count: 3.437

The beast roared as it flicked its scorpion tail causing spikes to be thrown towards Nuada who dodged them skillfully. Hellboy, however, had taken the chance of the beast being momentarily distracted by the prince and punched its humanoid face with his stone arm, sending the beast backward.

"You need to calm down, big guy."Said Red as he reloaded his gun.

"How about a riddle?" You asked sarcastically as you took your shoots while walking closer to the beats with a big grin. "You like riddles don't you."

"You are thinking about the Sphinx Sister (Y/n) that beast in there is a Manticore." Said abe through the radio making red roll his eyes.

The Manticore, the man-eating beast that is described as having the head of a human, body of a lion and a tail of poisonous spines, similar to porcupine quills or sometimes more akin to a scorpion's. Hellboy, Abraham, Nuada and you with other agents were sent to take care of it but most of the agents either died by the beast or escaped at the sight of it, except for you who stayed along to help. Unfortunately, none of your bullets were able to penetrate the beast's thick skin. When you were busy trying to reload you didn't notice the spikes flying towards you and when you did it was too late to dodge, you closed your eyes tight and waited for the pain but the only thing you felt was being scoped from your spot, away from the poisonous spikes path.

"You need to be more careful, little one."

You heard a familiar voice say to you and when you opened your eyes you were met with Nuada'a golden once. He had a look of worry on his face and you could feel his eyes scan your body for any injuries, you just gave him a grin despite the pure fear you felt a moment ago to your close death experience.

"No worries pretty elf, I got this under control." You said with confidence.

Just then another roar broke through the ruined room before Nuada pashed you further down shielding from another rain on spikes that went pass him. You tensed in his arms and he could feel it. Nuada looked back down to you with a smirk.

"I can see that."

"A little help here!" Called Hellboy as the Manticore flung him, making him crash against a pillar.

Nuada no wasting time he lifted you and hid you behind a crumbled wall.

"Stay here." he said sternly.

He pulled out his Silverlance from over his shoulder before jumping over to run and run to aid Hellboy. Nuada ran closer to the beast, he jumped to one of the unbroken pillars for support to jump even higher and become over the distracted beast to stab it in the back with his weapon causing his to release a pained cry. You watched from your hiding spot as Red and Nuada fought the beast. Your eyes were focused on Elven prince and sometimes for the briefest moments, your eyes would meet. The beast kept thrashing around and flick its tail allowing spikes to fly around blindly, some of them almost came near you before Abraham finally told them on how the beast's weakest point is its mouth causing Red to have the brilliant idea of forcing the Manticore to swallow a strong grenade. Seeing that you covered you went to a more firm part of the wall to hide behind, you closed your ears, eyes and waited for the explosion that shook the ground beneath you, you could also feel a few pebbles fell on your head and around you but didn't hurt you. When things settled down you stayed in your place unsure if it was safe you.

"(Y/n)!" You could hear Nuada call for you, you could hear the hint of panic in his voice probably because he couldn't find you where he left you.

"I'm here!" You called as you walked out of your hiding spot. You could see his shoulder slump from the previous tension after he saw you safe.

You flashed him a grin that made his own show.

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You were setting in the infirmary and waited for the doctor to allow you to leave.

"What did the healer say?"

"Nuada!"

You smiled when you saw him peeking from behind the white curtains.

"Nothing yet, I'm still waiting."

"Well, you will still get these."

As he said that he pulled his right hand from behind his back and your eyes widened at what was in his hand. A beautiful golden egg-shaped container with what you presumed was an elven carving. The prince placed the golden egg in your hand before turning the key that was on the side around three times then pulled his arms away. You watched in awe as the top half started to turn around and an unfamiliar but beautiful melody filled the air, it started to open like a lotus flower as it kept turning around and in the middle was what looked like a dancing royal couple that turned the opposite side from the golden petals as they danced with each other.

"Did…did you make this?" You asked aware of the prince's hobby in mechanics but never witnessed any of it until now.

"Yes." Nuada asked simply with a smile, pleased with your reaction, his eyes never leaving your face but you didn't notice. "I made it for you"

You were so focused on the dancing couple but when you heard those words you snapped from your little world and looked up to him with wide eyes.

"I can't accept it!"

The smile on his face vanished at your words and his brows furrowed in concern.

"Is it not to your liking?" Asked Nuada. "I can change it and-"

"No!...Nonononono!" You quickly interrupted. "This is …amazing! It's so beautiful and its obvious you worked so hard on it…I just can't accept it."

You tried to hand it back but Nuada only shook his head with a smile.

"Silly human, haven't you heard what I said?" He asked. "I have made this for you, to keep and enjoy."

You hesitantly pulled your hand back with the gift still unsure. He grinned as he leaned a bit forward.

"And I thank you for complimenting my work but I must disagree, my dear. For whatever I create can never match your beauty."

A red blushed crossed your face as you failed to hid it. There he goes again with the flirting and gifts.

When Nuada first came here he was imprisoned until the B.P.R.D deemed him safe to wander around and join in missions. You at first observed from afar not sure if you should interact with him or not, but when you witnessed how everyone was avoiding him like the plague you couldn't help the disappointment you felt for your fellow colleges for not giving the prince a chance and hurt for how lonely Nuada looked whenever his sister was not around, which was a lot considering her and Abe are now a couple. So you decided to take your shoot and speak with him one day while training.

He sneered at you, made it clear that he despised you and did not want your company, promised to cause you pain if you came near him again. You didn't listen, kept coming around and greeted him like a friend. When he is training you were there to help him or when he is eating you were there to keep him company and even when you just met him in the hallway by coincident. Each time he would brush you off or throw insults at your trying to drive you away but you would only smile at him and keep coming back. Slowly but surely he started to warm up to you, he stopped insulting you and would show joy talking with you during the three meals

However, after almost dying in a mission by the claws of a monster that he saved you from his action towards you changed. He started to seek you for just the sake of your company, you started to complement your beauty, strength, and intelligence. Aside from the golden egg in your hands, he had previously given you several other gifts, like a book of his clan history since you always showed interest in learning more of his people. His actions were unusual to you and when you asked Nuala she was as surprised then showed such joy. But she still didn't tell you anything.

Your phone started to ring shaking you out of your thoughts. You looked at the caller ID before looking back to Nuada.

"Sorry I need to take this."

He nodded in understanding and watched you as you walked away to have a bit of privacy with such adoration In his eyes.

He loved you. When he first met you and learned of how you wanted to be friends with him he thought it was out of pity, so he started to push you away. He tried scaring you insulting you and even tried hurting you when you tried to train with him, all that failed for you will always return with a smile on your face. He had to admit it he admired your strong will.

He allowed you to be around him and the more time he spent with you the more he felt something towards you. It was a strange feeling that he didn’t know what it was until you almost lost your life that's when he realized that he can't continue this life without you by his side, to see your smile.

That's why he decided to start courting you. He showered you with attention and attention. He even went to his dear sister who was happy for him and was delighted to help him by telling him your interest whenever you two spent time together. Everything was going perfect, he just needs to keep going, maybe even take you out on one of those outings the humans call "A date" and he will have you wowed in no time.

"Hey, mom!"

He froze when he heard you, then unconsciously came closer to eavesdrop.

"….Yeah, I already talked to Mr.manning he didn't mind you coming to visit …"

Another feeling started to bubble inside Nuada that he didn't know he could feel.

"It was hard at first, but after he saw that you were a previous agent of the B.P.R.D he was convinced…"

His eyes widened a little at that. Her mother was an agent too? That idea didn't make him feel any better.

"Yes, mom I already told him about my younger siblings he doesn’t mind as long as they are well behaved…"

Now Nuada knew what he was feeling.

"I will see you guys next week."

It was panic.

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"Mom!"

You called as you went to hug your mother, who hugged you back. Nuada was standing a few feet away from you both and just watched. He saw movement from behind your mother and saw two younger humans who he suspected were your younger siblings. A boy and a girl, the boy was older and he gave Nuada a look of bewilderment while the girl gave him a look of fear.

"And I suspect you are the infamous Prince Nuada?"

Said your mother as she walked closer to him. Nuada bowed his head down to her.

"Yes, and it's a true honor to finally meet the woman who raised (Y/n) to be the kind of woman she is today."

He smiled at your mother before kissing the back of her hand. Your mother gave you a look which you can only describe as a pleasant surprise. Yours, however, were of confusion.

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"(Y/n)! can we go to the shooting range?" asked your brother with a grin. "I want to see you sue a gun!"

"(Y/n), can we go to the library?" your sister asked timidly.

"Augh!... Libraries are boring!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

You tried your best to keep your siblings calm as they argued but at the same time tried to keep your eyes on your more and Nuada. They were ahead of you three and whatever they were talking about you couldn't hear but you could see it had your mother impressed. You didn't understand Nuada's sudden interest in your mother. Since she came he didn't leave her side which made you suspicious. You felt your hands being tugged and saw that your siblings were still waiting for you to decide where to go first.

"Hmm... I…"

"How about you two meet the big 3?" Your mother said when she saw you struggling and her suggestion made both your siblings excited.

"I want to meet Hellboy!" exclaimed your brother as he tugged your left hand forward.

"I want to meet Abraham." Said your sister as she tugged your right hand forward.

Now you fought against monsters and demons but you can never fight the strength of your younger siblings. So with a defeated look you gave in and took them to meet the big three, leaving your mother and Nuada alone.

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"(Y/n) told me that you are quite skilled in combat, even Agent Hellboy wasn't able to match." Your mother asked as she and Nuada walked the halls.

"Yes…" He answered."I am skilled in hand-in-hand combat and carry my Silverlance, which is forged by magical silver. It can inflect deadly wounds to both mortal and immortal creatures."

"That is very interesting."

Nuada was feeling very pleased with your mother's reaction. After all, it is his goal tp impress her and have her approval to officially court you.

"May I ask, if you have all this skill why do you keep training with my daughter?"

"Because I believe that I can help (Y/n) become a better fighter, so she can be able to protect herself if by chance I wasn't there to do so myself."

Your mother raised her brow at that.

"So you mean you will always be around to protect my daughter?"

"Yes." He answered unfazed with confidence. Your mother stayed silent for a while with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Your majesty-"

"Please call me by my name."

She smiled and nodded.

"Very well, Nuada…"She began." What are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Pardon?"

"(Y/n) maybe unaware of it yet, but I am." She explained. "I am a retired B.P.R.D agent, I have fought against many monsters, have seen many creatures that I have learned from including elves from the Bethmoora clan."

Nuada's eyes widened with shock but as quickly as it came it was going returning to his confident self. He said nothing, waiting for the woman to continue.

"She told me about you since the first day you came here and kept me updated on how you two started to become… good friends." She explained. "And how later your actions towards her changed. She hoped that I would know what it meant since I met elven creatures before, which I do."

A look a panic crossed Nuada's face that made your mother chuckle.

"Don't worry I haven't told her."

He sighed in relief.

"That's why I'm here Nuada." She stopped in the middle of the empty hall, which made him stop too and face you.

"I want you to convince me why should I allow you to court, my daughter?" she asked. "After all, you were so determined to kill humankind before, what changed that?"

Nuada was silent for a moment before he took a deep breath and stood straight.

"It is true." He began. "I hated the humankind I wanted them all dead so I could save not only my people but the earth and all the magical races that lived in it. I will not lie, I still hate humans…"

He trailed off. "But..?" Your mother said wanting him to continue.

"But I do not hate all of them." He finished. "(Y/n) had made me see that not all humans are the same and that there are those like herself who are fighting to save this earth. But that's only part of the reason why I wish to court (Y/n)."

"She is…one of the most selfless creatures I have ever. She always puts others before herself, she is thoughtful and kind to all, including me who returned her sweet greetings with insults and harsh words in the beginning. I admire (Y/n) strong will and the ability to keep that beautiful smile on her face no matter the hardship she is facing."

Nuada took a step backward and bowed to your mother.

"Lady (Y/m/n)(Y/L/n), will you give me your blessing to court your daughter (Y/n)(Y/L/n) with the intention of marrying her."

"What if (Y/n) didn't feel the same way that you feel towards her?"

Nuada looked back up to her he saw a strict soldier looking back at him. her question did not shock him, after all, she was a mother who wanted the best for her child.

"I will keep trying to win (Y/n)'s heart with everything I can." He said. "However, if she truly did not wish me to become her significant other then I shall respect her wishes."

Neither of them said anything, Nuada was waiting while your mother was still unsure. She opened her mouth to say something but didn't get the chance to say anything as they both turned to the side at the sound of feet running towards them. It was the two siblings who had a big grin on their faces and then you who was chasing after them with a tired look.

"Mom!" They both called. Your mother greeted them with open arms and a smile.

"I saw Hellboy!... He was so cool and awesome and …and... And he let me hold his gun!"

" Abraham knew my name and what I liked from just putting his hand on the glass, And I met a REAL princess!"

The two were gushing over who they met and your mother did her best to listen but she didn't miss how you went to Nuada's side with a tired grin. He greeted you then complimented your patience with the young once. She watched as you told him of what he missed but what your mother was focused on was the look of care and admiration he held in his eyes when he looked at you.

---

"You're are leaving already?"

"I did say that I only was able to come for one visit, besides your siblings had seemed to have used up all their energy." Your mother said as she tried to keep your siblings awake long enough to reach the care.

"I'm sorry for not spending the day with you as we planned." You said bashfully. Your mother only chuckled.

"It's not like I had spent it alone, Nuada was there to keep me company. He is quite the gentlemen."

"Yeah, he is." You said before smiling at him, which seemed to make him melt on the inside.

"And Nuada… "Your mother called earning the prince's attention.

"Take good care of my daughter." She said with a wink.

"Mom!" You hissed at her embarrassed by her action thinking that she was teasing you but in reality, Nuada knew that he had earned her blessing.

When your family finally left after saying goodbyes you and Nuada turned on your heels and walked back inside.

"I love these two but I almost forgot how these two can be a handful." You said as you stretched your hands. "I didn't know if I should stop Red from letting my brother shot with his gun or stop my sister from annoying princess Nuala with questions of 'were you stuck in a tower once'?"

"It was tiring."

"It was." You said with a chuckle. Nuada licked his lips to prepare for what to say next.

"(Y/n)."

"Hmm?" you still didn't look at him too busy stretching.

"Would you like to go on an outing with me?"

This caught your attention

"An outing?" you asked confused.

"I think you humans have another name for it… a "date" I believe"

You turned red at his proposal.

"N...Nuada, a date is a meeting between a couple who have a romantic interest in each other."

You stuttered thinking that maybe the prince misunderstood the word.

"I'm aware of that."

He said almost purring the words for you with a charming grin. Your blush deepened. Biting your lower lip you mustered your courage and looked back up to him with a smile.

"I would love too."

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I hope you all enjoyed this story and if you did don’t be afraid to request

#Prince Nuada #prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #hellboy the golden army #hellboy 2 the golden army

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sarahsunlovexharas · 6 years

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“Loyalty to one’s heart will guide you to a better tomorrow for our kin, the outsiders of the world. Even if we are to face it with no support from our brethren, at least we won’t face it alone.”

Lady Sarah Sonne x Prince Nuada Silverlance

@fallxnprxnce

#Sarah x Nuada #Sarah - Noble Tome Keeper #Nuada - Prince of Bethmora #{Since I made a thing for one of her other ships #{Might as well do one for these two #{I love this ship though <33 #{Look at your lady being bad ass Nuada :oo

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For the writing 1, 2, 7

1: Describe the plot of your current WIPs in a single sentence each.

Ohmigawd…that’s hard…okay, let me make a list real quick.

The 12th Camellia: an autistic queer Mormon girl has to rescue her sister when her sister ends up trapped in their favorite VR MMO; Six of Crows meets Sword Art Online.

Bare Not Your Heel to the Coward’s Arrow: world-hopping fanfic to fix all the dumb shit that happens in CW’s Arrow

A Little Black Book and a Little Black Dress: World-hopping fanfic to fix all the dumb shit that happens in The Blacklist

Blow Northerne Wynde: a queer autistic woc Mormon girl and her sentient starship get hurled through a wormhole that takes her back to our time, followed by alien invaders who have seeded Earth with sleeping kaiju they intend to wake up to exterminate us; Pacific Rim meets Outlander, sort of.

The Edge of Darkest Devotion: Sequel to a finished fanfic about Loki’s motivation/redemption/character journey in Thor 1, Avengers 1, and afterward.

Empress of Ice and Oceans: Hades and Persephone, but using Yoruban and Russian mythology and starring two black leads.

Eidolon: If Romeo & Juliet were both Batman-esque vigilantes working for the Crown when the ghost of a homicidal necromancer and Jack the Ripper attack magical AU London.

Facets of Snow and Frost: World-hopping fanfic to fix all the dumb shit that happens in the MCU/MTCU.

Glass: industrialized magical urban fantasy version of Alice in Wonderland with a lot of gay poc kids fighting against the ridiculousness of a prophecy that says the female lead is going to be the dark ruler that will plunge the magical world into a new Dark Age.

Hallows: A genderfluid goddex tells the story of how they were kidnapped and forced to fight as a magical gladiator, then was blackmailed into betraying their home when they fell in love and their wife was used as a hostage against them (they’re telling their sister while rotting in a prison cell, but the sister doesn’t know if she believes them).

House of Gears: Teenage Jewish Cinderella’s little sister is kidnapped by the bogeyman, so she must crash a steampunk monsters’ ball with the help of her former not-so-imaginary friends (including a genderfluid Princex Charming/Sleeping Beauty and a lesbian fairy godsister) to get the sister back.

In the Dark of the Night and the Hour of the Wolf: Redemption fic for Hela from Thor Ragnarok (female villains almost never get the redemption fanservice male villains do). Ties into “Edge of Darkest Devotion.”

King or Captain, Sinner or Saint: World-hopping fanfic redeem Killmonger, ties into Facets.

The Lightning Bleeds Scarlet and Gold: World-hopping fanfic to fix all the dumb shit that happens in CW’s Flash (like Magenta losing her powers, Iris and Barry taking so long to get together, Barry’s dad dying, stuff like that). Ties into Bare Not Your Heel.

Once in the Winter’s Tide: Fanfic set between Winter Soldier and Civil War that ties X-Men, Blade, Spider-Man, and other things into the MCU, starring Bucky and a mutant woman with 4 kids and a dangerous secret. Ties into “Darkest Devotion.”

Once Upon a Time: Redemption fanfic for Nuada Silverlance, the villain from Hellboy 2.

A Palace of Ink and Stardust: Autistic woc Mormon girl falls in love with a changeling at her school and has to come to grips with being bisexual and Mormon (cute wlw fluff all around, with magic).

The Silver Princess: A bi Mormon healer’s apprentice falls in love with an Elven princess and the princess’s twin brother, while all three of them have to deal with a war brewing between humans and fae. All the queer poc rep.

Snow White, Blood Red: World-hopping fanfic to fix all the dumb shit that happens in Hellboy 2: The Golden Army, starring an autistic woc, a trans woc, and their gay best guy friend.

Yes, I have ADD. No, that’s not a joke.

2: Do you have anything published? If so, where?

I’ve published several short stories and a poem. I’ve self-published my first two books, but they were heavily whitewashed at the insistence of the agents who originally repped them and I didn’t realize at the time how problematic that was (although I knew it was annoying af) so I’m rereleasing them fully restored to their original poc (and for the most part queer) glory when I have the time.

As for my short stories, you can find my latest in the anthology Tomorrow’s Cthulhu, on my Patreon, or in the anthology New Legends: Caster - Castle - Creature.

7: What was the first novel you ever tried to write? If you’ve never tried to write a novel, then what was the first story you ever wrote?

The first story I ever wrote was in crayon when I was 4. It was a fanfic about how the Red Ranger fell in love with Rita Repulsa’s daughter (who was NOT the daughter of Lord Zed, so he was her stepdad) and while she was…like…wicked, you know, bad temper and chaotic neutral type, like Wade Wilson level morals, she hated being evil because it was too much work and she was lazy and she just wanted to date the Red Ranger because he was hot and nice to her.

The first NOVEL I ever wrote, I was 8 or 9, it took me an entire school year, and I wrote it by hand. It was called Catrina and Stephen: How an American Girl Became Princess of Monaco, and it was basically the adventures of this random girl who, on the eve of her 17th birthday, bought tickets through a magazine (I don’t know…) to the Coronation-and-Find-a-Bride Ball of Prince Stephen of Monaco, and her parents paid to fly her to Monte Carlo (in the middle of her senior year…for some reason) and the prince was like 19 and they met and fell in love a la Cinderella at the ball and got married literally the next day and had all these weird adventures and like, I shit you not, 35 kids (lots of triplets and quadruplets and I think a few quints).

I worked on it every day, in school, for bellwork. We got a writing prompt every morning and I always found a way to incorporate the prompt into the next chapter of my book. So literally one chapter might be them going to the grocery store and having to shop “like poor people” and the next chapter an evil scientist shrinks them down and they have to create a fort out of toothpicks and lincoln logs to protect themselves from a tarantula and rats, then in the next chapter they might scout an expedition to fucking Pluto and meet some eldritch alien horrors, but one of them fell in love with one of the kids (also being a kid, so cute “that’s my girlfriend” child love) and it became a star-crossed lovers thing that gets resolved by the UN. It was wild shit.

By the end of the year it filled 6 composition notebooks, had over 150 chapters, and ended with Catrina and Stephen dying and the alien and princess taking over the Earth and forming an intergalactic empire or something, but it was cool because basically it was just, everyone can do whatever except bomb each other or torture people.

#ask LA Knight #writing

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