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Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

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Classified Organization

Director Radcliffe comes to you with an alliance, one not by choice.

No warnings besides like mentioning of murder and fear of children being hurt. Oranges too, ik some people are allergic. Also like child on fire but he's fine i swear.

Prev

Before the GDA deemed you; the caretaker of underage enhanced humans. 

You were simply a GDA agent who happened to be genetically enhanced. Though enhanced is dramatic, you couldn't possibly do what the guardians are doing. 

In your file your ability is described as emotional manipulation. 

You've made sure that your file isn't accessible to other agents, once glance and they're twenty yards away from you. Isolation is one thing you're used to, in fact when you're in those large scale meetings it's almost unbearable. You can feel everyone narrowly avoiding you, their glances fleeting. Despite having no physical contact with any of them you understand exactly what they are feeling. 

The first mission you were sent on was filled with low spirits, an abandoned orphanage. 

You scoff at the sight of the dreary building, each step you and the other agents took made the structure groan. Warnings against unnecessary movements were mentioned in the briefing beforehand. You almost forgot why you were here in the first place until your eyes met those of a small child. Scared, whimpering in fear and trying to hide deeper into the corner of the room. 

His name fleeting your memory, but the fire that erupted from him scarred your arm still. You remember grabbing him, whispering soft words of comfort as his tears evaporated from the intense heat of his abilities. His hot tiny hands gripped your shirt, singeing holes into the fabric. Your heart couldn’t care of any pain that was coursing through you.  Your eyes closed as you held him, wondering why anyone would harm such an innocent child. His fear turns to ease. 

The softness of your touch hardened when you felt another set of hands try to take him from you. Looking up, your eyes meet the black panel of a GDA agent. Who locks an inhibitor collar around the child's throat. Smoke lifts from his skin, like his fire was just extinguished. 

The child's exhaustion gives way as he falls unconscious in your arms. The collar blinking it's green light, like it's mocking you. That your touch no longer works on this child. You're useless once again.  

Knowing that you never saw him again hurt more than the scars that cover your arms. 

A hand snaps it's fingers in front of you, causing you to blink back into reality. Looking up from the meager lunch you have, is Radcliffe. 

Your director, the man who's given you the worst assignments. Always with a smile. You never smile back at him. 

“Got time to talk?” He asks with a raised brow, his scar promintate. It wasn't really a question, but you stand and follow. Not bothering to clean up your mess, you'll be back. 

As you walk with him down the hall, your hands in your pockets. He's quiet in the start. 

“Stedman's getting released soon.” Radcliffe says, and you blink in confusion. 

“What? I thought he still had three more years.” You say in confusion, Cecil Stedman's arrest wasn't a secret. Everyone in every section knew of his arrest. 

You're still young compared to Cecil, though not once have you looked up to that man. When you heard of him killing Forcefist and Knucklebuster even after the duo was rehabilitated. You just couldn't imagine the man being free again. Maybe it's the fairness in you. How you want everyone to have a second chance, a third if they're nice. 

But murder? Was always a line you felt shouldn't be crossed. You know that man's crossed it plenty of times. 

“Pay attention, (L/N)” Radcliffe tsks at you and you swallow with a nod. 

“Yes sir, sorry” you divert back to Radcliffe 

“Your program is progressing at incredible rates. Honestly, (Y/N) I didn't expect it to.” He says as you both enter his office, you feel a nerve twitch in your brain at the backhanded compliment but understand where his heart is. Your mind brings back Stedman. 

“What does this have to do with Cecil, sir?” You asked with a raised brow, Radcliffe leans against his desk and shows a knowing smile to you. 

“He's going to be let out on good behavior, and has been excelling in leadership. Something you lack in, No offense” he adds on and you exhale. You look away, and then back at Radcliffe. He's not done. 

“And you'll be working with him” he adds, and it feels like a direct slap to the face. 

“Director, I don't think that's a good idea” your words were shot down by his hand rising. The energy sliced by his actions. 

“The boards already agreed on it, these kids can actually be of use to us. And the quicker we get them with Cecil, the less we have to worry about them throwing a hormone fueled tantrum and bombing the Pentagon.” he argues and you scoff. 

“They would never do that, you know that Radcliffe. You know them! Rex is already showing great self control. And the twins are working together like never before.” The last part was a lie. You both know that, if anything, those two are at each other's throats weekly. 

Your eyes fall to the photo Radcliffe has on the wall. One of you, him and the kids. A few GDA agents are in the back as protection. The first big outing you had permission to go. The kids were begging to see a movie, any movie. It was a unanimous vote on Madagascar. 

How could this man want to put these kids on a battlefield? You look back at Radcliffe, his eyes soften. 

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). But I didn't have a choice, it was either this or turn the kids over to testing.” he explains and you feel your throat bubble. 

“There was no other choice!?” You scoff out with a shaking tone. 

“Why couldn't they just go to school like regular kids? We see it first hand already. It's possible, Radcliffe. Please.” You step closer and the man's posture leans into himself. He crosses his arms. 

“It's already been decided.” He says, almost avoiding your gaze by looking behind you. You see his resolve trying not to break, and you know it won't. He's the director of the GDA, you pleading won't change the fact that papers have been signed. 

You swallow any words that want to come out. Lost and confused in a world that won't show any mercy. 

It's not fair. 

When you left his office, your throat was hot. Making your way back to your own office, forgoing the lunch you had in the canteen. It was just an old sandwich and oranges. Nothing to write home about. A part of you feels guilty for leaving it, but the thought of your kids being injured by some idiots in the field really makes tears escape you. 

Radcliffe has helped you raise those kids. He knows how isolated they really are. You thought he understood them. You truly did. 

But you really should've known better, especially from the fucking government. 

Your throat hardens and you swallow, wiping your face. You slam your hands onto your desk and turn on your computer. 

Cecil fucking Stedman, the man whose going to ruin the hard work you put into these kids. The man is going to turn them into soldiers. Your fingers work quickly, as quickly as the 2005 desktop will let you log into the secure programs and try to find that man's file. Anything about him that is private. Even public. You need to know.

God you hope you have time. 

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If machine head had a mouth i feel like he'd spit in your mouth <3

Also dive into your pussy but like menacingly ya know?

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Stand in mother

Just to give a quick run down on the story I'm slowing working on and

This story is gonna be, sad. Point blank.

Reader is basically any unwilling surrogate mother to a lot of the GDA heros, but we'll mainly be seeing Kate, Rex and Paul. Least for now.

I honestly don't have much of a plan bc im so busy

But the reader, oh her. My love, she is filled with so much sadness. And cecil is not helping.

This is gonna be kinda enemies to lovers, slow burn? Never written that before.

Either way, she is an 'empath' aka Skin to skin contact could cause the person to feel any emotion you force onto them, or even enhance an emotion of their own.

She is not a combat agent in the slightest. Put her in the field and she is begging you to shoot her.

So yes, that is all I have for now because I am having trouble trying to figure out how to start chapter 2.

Thank you to those who have read chapter one I really appreciate it <3

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Breakfast

You and Conquest have breakfast together.

In the kitchen, you prepare breakfast, sureness in every movement. Hunger gnaws at Conquest the second you begin.

He's not used to actually having the desire to eat. It was always a chore before. Meals on Viltrum were focused on getting as many calories and vitamins into them as possible, taste and texture be damned. Another result of his kinds desire to be the best of the best, the result of putting strength above all else.

That is not to say feasts didn't happen. What was the point of winning a grand battle or conquering a planet if you did not celebrate it even a little?

No Viltrumite would ever admit they enjoyed those feasts. It was the only time food would be focused on flavour than anything else. A decadence not often allowed.

With you, however, every day was like a feast, regardless of what you made or if you even made it yourself. Conquest had never understood the importance some cultures put on food before, but he did now.

A soft humming fills the air, blending with the sizzling of eggs and bacon; the smell was simple, grounded, yet divine simply because he was not used to it.

With an increasing sureness, Conquest sets the table, grabs the plates and utensils, gets the jams out (so many– humans were such frivolous yet wonderful creatures), gets the tissues– he even pours you both a glass of fruit juice!

It's the most domestic Conquest has ever been. The most domestic any Viltrumite has probably been– except Nolan.

Had he done this, too? With his human wife and half-breed son? Conquest can finally see the appeal, can finally understand why one of their best turned traitor.

If Conquest got this every morning for twenty years straight, he'd turn traitor as well!

(If he wasn't already, that is.)

The toast pops out of the toaster, and he grabs them without even a blink. His mouth waters at the thought of smothering it in jam. So far, strawberry is his favourite.

You finish cooking, and fill his plate. "A big man's gotta eat." Is all you said the first time you cooked for him, and it had taken all of his self-restraint from mating with you there and then. It was the only way he knew how to properly show his appreciation.

Eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and toast; the yellow centre wobbles as he adjusts his plate, popping when he dips a bit of toast into it. It leaks, and he runs the bacon through it, tastes mixing and exploding on his tongue the second he takes a bite.

Appreciation for your work comes in the form of a satisfied moan, and you smile to yourself, proud.

Food was an expression of love, Conquest discovered not long after meeting you. A form of labour, work, effort put in to satiate a need, a necessary part of life; what was not necessary, however, was just how much effort you put into it. The tastes were always pure bliss, the food's appearance carefully adjusted to appear as appealing as possible. Unnecessary, but appreciated.

When he was done, his plate was wiped clean. He licked his lips, then drank his orange juice– he prefers pomegranate or strawberry (again), but he's not picky– muffling an embarrassing belch in his fist.

He's full. Satisfied. And the day hasn't even fully begun.

When he opens his eyes from where they'd fallen shut, a moment taken to simply appreciate this moment, he meets your gaze from across the table.

Sunlight streams in, reflecting in your irises, adding depth to their colour.

Beautiful. He thinks. And he knows without a doubt, sunlight filtering in and warming his face, that you think the same.

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Stand in Mother.

Aka I've been sitting on this idea for a few days of reader being an empath hero that's assigned to care for the Heros raised in the GDA, while cecil ruins her work </3

Warnings: child death, children getting hurt, angst of being a government mother, cecils face lmao, hospital, idk all I got.

Next

The rhythmic beats of the EKG monitor keep your mind awake, you're not even in the same room as the machine that's keeping track of her. Of Kate Cha.

Well one of Kate's, there's at least three other rooms that have three other Kate's. You remember counting them as they were rolled into the ICU; One of them had their arms torn off, another was bitten by whatever creature was sent to harm her.

The last one,

Before you could even think about what happened to her. You hear her line go flat, the alarm going off to alert the nurses who rush into her room. Shutting her door and closing the blinds.

It never gets any easier. Every time you see her clone herself, you know she'll die. You'll never get the chance to hold the different versions of her and tell them they're gonna be okay.

You shudder a sigh, the florescent lights of the GDA hallway burning you. You've been here too many times. Standing up you turn to look at the window that faces Kate, Kate 1. She's been titled that on her papers that were clipped outside the room.

You wonder where the real Kate is, Kate 0 as she's been affectionately called. Last you checked she was still in safe containment, studying for her classes assigned to her by the GDA.

She's only thirteen. Footsteps echo the hall and you turn to see Kate's twin brother, Paul. Behind him follow two GDA guards. Donned in Grey and green armor, guns locked behind their backs.

As of recently, Paul's been acting out. Because of his own pubescent emotions and abilities, he's been harder to handle.

Least that's how Cecil sees it, you've always been able to talk Paul down from his tantrums. Been able to show him the errors of his ways, but with every mission he's sent out to do. He comes back angry. Disobeying orders, harming those in his way. Even his own sister isn't safe from his violence. A part of you is grateful she can clone herself to avoid direct pain. It still hurts to see the two you raised clawing at each other in the training rooms.

Paul's face is filled with anger and desperation as his footsteps rushed to meet you.

“You shouldn't be here!” He yells at you, he's almost the same height as you now. Your eyes are trained to look into his own broken brown ones.

His hands push you, and the two guards that follow were quick to grab his arms. Only for him to release a clone that was grabbed instead of him, he aims for you again. His fist rushing to meet your stomach.

But your hands find his fist instead and his knees give way. He falls immediately to the floor with a sob.

The clone of him is the same, crying in the arms of the GDA agents.

Your fingers flex and you sigh, he sniffles and wipes his nose and eyes.

Empathy is the one ability you have. Compared to these kids, you're nothing.

Though right now, as you're holding Paul in your arms. As his cries echo the hall, the emotions seeping out of him. The ones he's desperate to push deep inside.

You're a mother.

Not by choice. You always tell yourself.

Looking up, your eyes find him.

Cecil, standing at the end of the hall. Files in hand and a stoic face. The lighting shining down on him makes his scarring more dramatic than it really is.

You've never gotten the chance to touch him. And honestly, you plan to keep it that way. Last thing you want is to know how he really feels about these kids.

Your kids.

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“You’re married?!” Is the hot topic of the room as everyone shows varying expressions of despair, panic, incredulousness and encouragement.

thanks, Lyds.

“E’yup!” He elongates the first syllable as he flips open a wallet that seemingly appears out of thin air, unraveling a couple feet worth of pictures. “A real keeper, if I do say so myself.”

They’re all taken at different locations with multiple poses, some risqué enough that prompts Barbara into shielding Lydia’s eyes with a scowl directed at the giddy demon.

outside of a few random ghouls, there’s only two repeating subjects. Beetlejuice, in all his disgusting, decomposed glory.

and You.

an undead man’s dream all wrapped up in various outfits that do well to accentuate your assets. upon further inspection, you don’t seem to be in any distress or making any attempts to flee.

In fact, minus the ones where you’re.. unfocused, you’re grinning from ear to ear with an arm wrapped around your ‘husband’s’ shoulders. among those are a few of you in a wedding dress and him in some ratty tux in what seems to be a Las Vegas style wedding chapel; there’s even an Elvis officiating.

it would seem that, for once, he wasn’t lying. the ghost with the most actually did get married. however, one small detail still has the Maitlands unconvinced.

“But you’re still.. you?” Adam motions to his entire form; still not alive and with even more moss that seemed to have grown on him.

Beetlejuice snickers, as if it were an inside joke only he was in on, “it wasn’t the most ‘holiest’ of unions, if you catch my drift.”

Barbara gives him a grossed-out look, mumbling a ‘really wish we didn’t.’ under her breath.

“Where’s the missus?” Lydia pipes up after prying off the cold hands still covering her face.

“Gettin’ a snack. Said she was feelin’ a bit peckish.”

the teen looks at him questionably, “we probably could’ve given her something here.”

“‘preciate the warm hospitality, kid,” he ruffles her already messy hair, earning him a smack on the hand as she tries to bat him away, “but trust me, you would not want her to eat something here.”

“What does that mean?” Barbara questions him, already sensing a trick about to unfold.

Beetlejuice just grins, answering with a simple, “she has a slight aversion to food.”

all this does is confuse the couple even more. deciding that the demon was an unreliable source, they take a closer look at the pictures to get any sort of hint.

which comes alarmingly fast when they narrow in on one with your widest smile.

a pair of sharp, pearly white fangs somehow glimmers right back at them.

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revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

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Hi, do u accept requests

At the moment, no, I do not. Bc I don't want my inbox to get too full at my slow pace.

But I do appreciate you asking. I can use it as a reminder for folks

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Hi! Sorry if I made mistaces but English is not my first language. Can I see some Hellboy with dom female s/o? Like when they get action and he says "I Love you" she is like "ye I known now shut up"? Love your work!!

This has been in the drafts for a while, also I understood it just fine <3 Thanks, hun!

Moans and groans were heard in the private bedroom of Hellboy. In the dim lit room, candles in certain spots softly light the two in each other's deep embrace.

Your hands gripping Hellboy's shoulders, not too hard. But enough to steady yourself.

“ohhh” You moan and arch your back as you bounce up and down onto his cock. His flesh hand holds your hip gently. The stone one, making gravel in the sheets the harder he grips them.

“fuck (Y/N), You're gonna be the death of me.” he moans and looks up into your eyes. You don't slow down on his cock.

“like I'd let you die.” you groan and tighten around him and he moans louder. He pulls you in for a searing kiss, your tongues dancing as you kiss. It's messy, you're both drooling. But it's so hot. The room is warm, and he isn't even breaking a sweat.

“I love you.” he moans as you both pull away, you can't hide the small smile. You whisper a small ‘I know’ to him as you start to gently ride him. Your hand with his for balance and you grind against him. He looks into your eyes.

You know what he wants, but you hold back your words. Grinding quickly, wanting to see him edge closer to the end. His eyes flutter and he gasps again.

“fuck, oh! Love this, ohhh love you.” He moans again. You move at a faster pace. Unable to stop yourself from reaching your own end, unable to stop the words.

“Love you!” You moaned to him and he smiled and let himself go inside of you.

You catch your breath and look back into his eyes.

“Love you.” He whispers, his soft hand caresses your cheek. You lean into his palm and kiss it.

“I know.” You whispered back.

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Hi sorry just wanted to say read all of the hellboy fanfics (I think that’s what they’re called) I loved them and read them all in the span of like an hour or two. They were really good! Sorry if this bothered you btw. Just wanted to say it was cool sorry.

It doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I appreciate it more than you know. It's hard to write these past months, but knowing people are still reading my work helps me a lot.

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this is me writing smut if u care

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Happy birthday Queen

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hi what characters do you write for from hellboy? :)

Honestly it started as just Hellboy but I love all the characters and will write for all basically. I'm trying to get back into writing, so for a list its

Hellboy

Liz sherman

Abe sapien

Johann Kraus

(I haven't written for Ben bc in the early hellboy movies he wasn't mentioned and I haven't really made it to him in the comics) maybe one I will idk

Love you,

Byeeeeeee

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May I please have some head canons with Liz,Abe and Kraus on signs that they got some mega feels for an S/O? I wonder if they treat them differently and such uwu 💕

My life has changed again ever since I last posted lmao, that's for another post. enjoy the symbolism gifs bc its too hard to find gifs of these three

Liz (movie version) 

She's a mess, she's sure that the feelings are one sided. But a piece of her is still burning bright to believe that there's a chance you like her back. 

She hides from you and becomes a bit of a stalker, not in a weird way. Like photos on the wall, she boy does she daydream.

She gets help from Professor Broom in how to go about confessing her feelings. Too embarrassed to go to Hellboy since they had a past relationship. (I can't erase what they had) 

She writes letters to you, they always have a crisp edge to them. But it's the one letter that's basically ash that you can tell meant the most from her. Her confession of admiration to you. 

When you do accept it, she has to take a cold shower because she's so overjoyed. 

But then she's terrified, what if she hurts you? Or even worse? It's the last thing she wants but the first thing on her mind. But your comforting words help her immensely. She's never felt so safe. 

Abe (movie version)

Him and Liz are big writers to be honest, so he's writing sonnets and poems inspired by his admiration and love for you. But he goes out of his way to be with you. 

Checks on you daily, make sure you're eating and well rested especially before a mission. 

Abe loves just being with you, albeit even if you can hear how fast his heart is racing. Especially when you lean closer to hear the story he's reading. Or the retelling of a mission with hellboy. 

He brings you gifts from the missions that take him far off, whatever he knows you like. He brings you. And by the fifth gift, you start to get the hint. There may be more than friendship behind the gifts. 

But still, he's scared of ruining this friendship.

So it's you that steps up and he's shocked when you said you know he likes you. 

'Was it really that obvious?' My brother in Christ, you made a scrapbook. 

But he's giddy, he does the same as he did before the start of the relationship. But now, he can't stop saying 'I love you'

Kraus (can be movie or comic)

He's never had such a bad stutter before until he realized his love for you. 

How can someone ever love a gas bag like him? He's constantly belittling himself even though he seems to be a confident being. He's far from it. 

He's afraid, but he wants it. Craves being with you. 

Being with you, just standing in the same room. Both takes his breath away and makes him so happy. 

He doesn't stop talking about you, like oh my god bro we get it. You like (Y/N) shut the hell up. 

But when told to make a move on you, he steps back a million times. Saying no one could be with him. He's arrogant, he's selfish. He's insecure. He's. 

It's only when you tell him how much you enjoy being with him. Does it click for him. 

It's real, you do like him. He is loved. And he loves you. 

He buys you so many gifts oh my god. 

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Watching Dawn of the Dead (2004) again. Forgot how much I loved this character