#Hellboy would treat me right.

[ghcstcd]

Dreamy sigh about Hellboy...

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a request (WHEN YOUR NOT BUSY) about prince nuada where he meets the reader at the station when the fighting is over and she’s like a beast tamer humming lullabies to tooth fairies and other dangerous things like that?? ☺️❤️

Hello! I'm not sure what sort of theme you wanted, so I stuck to a soft/fluff/kind of angsty at the begining enemies to possible lovers theme. I hope you like it.

The beast tamer and the prince

Pairing: Nuada x Fem. Reader (Parts human and elf | Beast tamer)

Word count: 823 words

Themes : Some angst, maybe | Soft | Fluff | Enemies to lovers

Warnings : None

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p.s. the bit with the wife and tea and biscuits was inspired by a scene between Sheldon and Penny, on The Big Bang Theory. 

Nuada returns to his palace in an abandoned station after a brutal few weeks, helping Hellboy and the BPRD fight and defeat Nimue, the Blood Queen.

He’s completely exhausted, lost to the world, and not paying any attention to what is happening around him. Due to this, he misses the baby tooth fairies trailing him, looking for their first meal. Only when they take off and come after him does Nuada realize he’s been targeted as prey. He whips out his spear, ready to defend himself.   Except that nothing happens, save for someone singing in a language Nuada has not heard in over nine millennia. As this eerie, otherworldly tune floats through the tunnels, Nuada looks around, his ears twitching. The tooth fairies looked dazed, not moving, barely even breathing. It was as if they were hypnotized. When he demanded you show yourself, you do, armed with only a strange flute and your own voice.

He discovers you are half mortal and half elf, a descendant of a long-forgotten line of beast tamers who once worked for King Balor. Nuada is shocked, as everyone thought your clan was wiped out by the great wars of seven thousand BC, when the Golden Army marched against the armies of men. The tattoos on the inside of your right forearm showed otherwise, as only those who have proven their gifts to the clan elders could receive such tattoos.

Despite his reservations, Nuada assists you in capturing the tooth fairies and transporting them to an off-realm reserve where they will not harm anyone. He asks you to live with him as royal etiquette decreed such an invitation, as repayment for saving his life. 

The giant troll lives with him, Mr. Wink, takes to you in a heartbeat. Nuada, on the other hand, keeps you at arm's length. He is cold and aloof, as is his personality, and always high prince to everyone else. And he insists on being treated as such.

This infuriates you, and the two of you constantly butt heads and trade insults.  Usually, these insults revolve around epithets such as prig from your end, and wasp-tongued-viper from his end. Even after the two of you cooled off with the insults, bickering would follow whenever you were together. Quests to capture another beast or creature on behalf of the BPRD would always end up with the two of you bickering like an old married couple. At least, that's what Abe believes.

"If we were married," Nuada would say, "The wife would bring me tea and biscuits in the evening."

"You hate my tea," you'd retort. "And we have no biscuits."

"My wife would keep them on hand."

"Your wife demands a divorce."

"Wonderful," Nuada would say without missing a beat. "On the way back from the temple, could you stop by the troll market and pick up some Bethmoran rose biscuits for my afternoon tea?"

Epic huffs and eye-rolls will abound. Hellboy would ask if the two of you needed a room. Nuada would shiver in horror. You'd look at Hellboy like he had grown another head. The two of you would skulk off in different directions. 

In time, however, mutual respect blooms between the two of you. 

Nuada comes to appreciate your skills, for it means children of the old gods no longer have to be killed unless absolutely necessary. He starts fighting in your corner during BPRD meetings, backing you up against Manning and his orders. 

You come to respect Nuada's love for his family and his people, his willingness to go to great lengths to protect them and keep them safe.

The two of you have saved each other's lives more times than either of you can count.

Nuada comes to find your nicknames for mythical creatures all rather amusing. 

Tooth fairies you call: Teethcinerators. 

And dragons are called: Winged fire breathing danger noodles. 

Unicorns, on the other hand, end up being called: Rage ponies, given their violent and unpredictable nature. 

These nicknames end up being used by him and many others at the BPRD, much to Manning's eternal frustration.

You teach Nuada how to charm animals just by using his voice. He tries it on Mr. Wink. Mr. Wink ends up in a trance for two days, and you go through every book you have to get him out of it. 

Mr. Wink was naturally unhappy about it, and complained about it for weeks.

You realize Nuada has the most beautiful voice you have ever heard, and you come up with every conceivable excuse to get him to sing.

Nuada catches on to your tricks but finds them all rather endearing. 

"If you just want to hear me sing, y/n, you need only ask."

You go red in the face and flee his presence. 

Nuada decides to talk to his father about you.

King Balor approves, and insists on meeting the person who brought about such positive changes in his son. 

[cabinboy100]

STAR TREK: PICARD: 3x05: "Imposters": What's up with Jack?

Beware: Season 3 spoilers! If you have not watched the first five episodes of STAR TREK: PICARD season 3, get thee to your streaming device and watch! Then come back for some crazytalk 23-and-me speculating. =)

So! I have some kooky thoughts and theories about Jack Crusher's heritage…

1. PART BORG.

Jean-Loc passed his residual connection to the Borg collective on to his son. When he was a child, he had terrifying nightmares, which were actually visions of disoriented, perhaps crazed & dying Borg, as the Collective disassembled in the years after alternate Janeway's infection of the Borg Queen. Dr. Mom was able to come up with a treatment that rid him of the visions so that he could sleep. Whether she somehow only treated the nightmare symptom or actually learned of and addressed the Borg-y root of the issue, there's no telling yet. Years later, Jack is once again receiving messages and information via this psychic link, originating from a Borg, ex-Borg, or Borg-adjacent entity.

2. PART PAH WRAITH.

At some point before JL's visit to Casperia Prime w BC, a Bajoran tablet came into his possession and was accidentally broken (seen in JL's home in season 2). This released a Pah Wraith which had been imprisoned within. The Pah Wraith possessed JL, but did not assume full conscious control. Instead, realizing that his host was already taking steps toward the PW's own goal, it rode shotgun in JL's mind and body, and let nature take its course. Together with Beverly, JL and the PW conceived the Pah Wraith version of the Prophets' Emissary, a mortal who can commune with the Pah Wraiths and serve as their autonomous agent in the mortal realm.

Red eyes have been seen to be a sign of possession by a Pah Wraith.

Ben Sisko's mother Sarah was fully possessed by a Prophet when she met and married Ben's father Joseph and gave birth to Ben. In Jack's case, the PW possessed JL after he and BC were involved, so the PW did not need to exert active control of JL to bring its progeny into the world.

If Sisko is the Emissary, what is Jack? I have a feeling that he may be the Eschaton or perhaps the Sacrifice or Offering, a being fated to bring about a cataclysm (freeing the PWs and/or trapping/killing the Prophets?), possibly killing himself in the process.

When Seven shot the Changeling wearing Sidney La Forge's form, the Changeling's eyes went red on its death. Not quite the same effect as with Jack's eyes, but I'm gonna say it's close enough for now. To me, that means that at some point a Changeling visited the Fire Caves of Bajor and left with a Pah Wraith passenger, maybe possessor, maybe partner. I haven't decided if PWs would be controlling rogue Changelings (and other non-Changeling hosts?) or are partnered with them. In either case, would every Changeling be partnered with a PW or carry a fraction of a single PW (I don't remember seeing that in PWs or Prophets before), or Sideeye/Sidney was the only or one of only a few Changeling's possessed by a PW.

PWs and Prophets appear to their faithful and agents as familiar faces and voices. We are hearing the PWs call to Jack in his visions in the voices of people he knows. Perhaps JL has translated enough of the tablet's inscription to know or say the right thing to free his son from a dark destiny. Or—Beverly's influence, guidance, and love will prove that nurture can overcome nature, and JC will throw off the fate the PWs planned for him, Hellboy-style.

3. PART 8472.

While pregnant with JC, BC used the genetic modification techniques of Species 8472 to eliminate the genes responsible for Irumodic Syndrome, inherited from JL. These techniques were acquired in an exchange of information between Voyager and the 8472 humanoid mimics in the Delta Quadrant. BC employed 8472's techniques without adjustment, and in doing so—knowingly or not—boosted some of JC's baseline physiological characteristics because the mods included and assumed some of 8472's natural attributes, including a powerful immune system, a very resilient healing factor, and telepathy. JC does not have these attributes at the level of an 8472, but at a high level for a human.

8472s in humanoid form had to learn to sleep, as their original bodies do not need it. This is how JC, as a child and now as an adult, can go for days without sleeping. His visions are a consequence of some entity or entities tuning into his latent telepathy. His BOURNE IDENTITY-like fighting prowess is also enabled via telepathy, either by remote control or a psychic "download" of skills.

If this crazytalk turns out to be even close to accurate, I really hope that his vision experiences connect to a conspiracy of warhawk 8472s who are masquerading as (meatier) Changelings in order to frame the Founders for a series of terrorist attacks and plunge Starfleet and perhaps the Alpha Quadrant back into war with the Dominion.

NB. The genetic modification of JC makes him an augment, forbidden and outlawed in the Federation. This is another reason that BC cut herself off from her friends and Starfleet.

4. PART CHANGELING.

While pregnant with JC, BC used the genetic modification techniques of the Founders to eliminate the genes responsible for Irumodic Syndrome, inherited from JL. These techniques were reverse engineered from studies of Founder, Vorta, and Gamma and Alpha Jem'hadar biology. The Founders engineered their follower species and could dial specific physical and mental qualities up and down as desired. Embedded, but perhaps not recognized by Starfleet or BC herself, in the Founders' mod processes are traces of Changeling genetic sequences, the creators' signature on their work. Combined in human DNA, these sequences express themselves in an enhanced immune system and healing factor as well as a psychic connection compatible with Changeling linking.

The psychic connection resulted in JC's childhood nightmares, which BC treated. There's no telling yet if she only treated the nightmare symptom or learned the root cause of the issue, but she is recognizing its return now.

NB. The genetic modification of JC makes him an augment, forbidden and outlawed in the Federation. This is another reason that BC cut herself off from her friends and Starfleet.

5. MIX AND MATCH.

Take some or all of 1 thru 4 and mash them up good. Like, he's part Borg—maybe thanks to Jean-Loc's nanoprobed sex cells, or maybe thanks to actual Borg-rewritten DNA—and an Irumodic Syndrome-free augment! Or—he's part Borg, which is where his visions come from, but also playing host to a Pah Wraith, which is where the voices and ninja skills come from. Try one of your own!

I've had several more notions that I couldn't quite extrapolate into meaningful theories, but maybe some new pieces will fall into place for them in episode 6. If they do, I'll try to work them out in another post.

LLAP…aka…

Keep on keepin' on~

[lactoseintoleranticecreamfan]

Sorry for the random rant, but as someone who lives with a homophobic dad, I need to explode. They saw queer relationships are about sex. They say we're going to burn for being born. They say why do we romanticize queer love. It's because when denied something, we beautify it. Queer women and men sing about their lovers as the stars that light their night, the sun that guides them by the day. They don't get to love them in the open, so you indulge every moment you get. Every touch, every look, is a miracle. Queer love is something fought for. Marsha P. Johnson and countless others fought for queer rights for decades. It has become an act of rebellion to not fit into the box. As someone's who queer, I hope every homophobe knows the heart they break every time they preach.You're saying love, you're saying someone's heart and soul, is wrong for a misquote from an edited book. I, we, do NOTHING. NOTHING BUT FUCKING EXIST. We are beaten, we are killed, we are driven to suicide. Color doesn't matter, gender doesn't matter. You think your aged propaganda still has a place. You idiotic fossils and sheep stand in the path of uniting society. Who gives a flying fuck about gender options on a questionnaire (Not to say those aren't important. I myself get a happy rush when getting to put "genderfluid' as an option.) We want you to stop harming queer children, ousting queer adults. Get your fucking pantaloons unknotted. Grow the fuck up. I refuse to live in a world where prejudice and idiocy are treated as societal norms. You can either leave queer people alone or get trampled when the real shit show happens. Your band of pretentious rich kids will get torn to shreds. Smithereens. You are nothing more than an insignificant bunch of mutts whining and yapping for attention. We're tired of hurting. Stonewall was a riot. If peace cannot be achieved by peaceful measures, don't be surprised. I never understood "Magento was right" until I had to go to Catholic private school. God, I'd join the Brotherhood in an instant. The rage and sadness are tearing me apart. My own father would beat my fucking skull in. He hates "fags." He hates me. I was SCREAMED at until I cried and ended up self-h@rming for daring to wear rainbow earrings for June. My shirt is still spattered with blood. The hate in me is aimed at both of us, I think. Some part of me thinks of myself as some eldritch monster. Like Hellboy. Some demonic thing. 🎶There's no love like Christian hate🎶

[scholastic-dragon]

Hellboy x OC Ayia (for @ayia-the-wolf-girl )

Friend, once again I am so sorry it took me so long to write this and I hope you enjoy it! 😁

Love at first abandoned laboratory

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none other than spelling mistakes

Summary: Red, Liz, and Abe are on a mission to investigate an abandoned laboratory, what they find is much more interesting than paperwork

"This place is freaky," HB groans, looking up at the abandoned building, the windows were cracked and boarded up. The floors had been ripped up, leaving splinters and wood chips everywhere, not to mention the giant holes in the ground.

"Perfect place for illegal experimentation's," Liz added, pulling her flashlight out of her belt and turning it on as she carefully stepped into the building.

"This is also the last clue we have for all those missing people cases from Manning, it's not a coincidence that we found this place, I can assure you," Abe was right behind her with his large camera that could sense supernatural or not human auras.

Hellboy followed last, cigar lit and gun at the ready, he peered up into the ceiling, cobwebs hung low, covering any and all light fixtures.

"Oh my gosh," Liz gasped, both men turned to find her looking through a filing cabinet that had fallen on its side. "Oh these poor people," Liz looked up from the thick folder, tears brimming her eyes.

Abe quickly knelt by her side, peering at the file and paperwork.

"These scientists worked most of these people to death just for the sake of experiments, and it didn't even bring results that would help anything like diseases or anything. They just-"

"Treated 'em worse than dirt and left 'em here to die?" Hellboy finished, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. Liz nodded, handing that file to Abe and picking up another one.

"What I don't get is why they would leave these files here," Abe stated, glancing at Liz then Red. "This is incriminating evident against them, it has their names, addresses, even pictures of their faces! Why would they leave it out in the open like this?"

"Maybe they didn't have a choice?" Liz mused, furiously flipping through papers. "Most of these people were all written down to be hostile and violent, maybe they left because they didn't have a choice or they were killed,"

"Are they the people that went missing? The ones from Mannings case?" HB asked, leaning over Abe's shoulder.

Before Abe could respond, a loud crash sounded down a dark hallway, followed by strange snarling noises.

HB and Abe drew their guns, glancing at each other before Hellboy started to move toward the hallway.

"Liz, you stay here and let us know if something comes through, okay?" HB nods to Abe to take the lead with his camera.

"Yeah, got it," Liz nodded, shifting so she could watch the hallway and the main door that they had entered.

Abe snuck down the hall, making sure his feet made as little noise as possible, taking pictures of all the rooms and walls, but not finding anything.

"You gettin' a read yet, Blue?" Hellboy asked, puffing his cigar.

"No nothing....wait," Abe stopped in front of two large steel doors. A large chain was wrapped around the handles, keeping it tightly closed. "This is something," Abe put the camera down, taking his gloves off and touches the chains.

He gasped, turning back and looking up at Red. "Somethings definitely in there, I can't quite tell who or what, but-"

"Is it friendly?" Red asked, taking a match out to relight his cigar.

"Can't tell," Abe shook his head, standing up.

"Only one way to find out," Red rolled his shoulders, grabbing the chains in his hands and ripping them from the handles. The now loose chain loops clanged and fell to the stone floor. He, rather roughly, pushed open the doors, slamming them against the walls.

"Red! You can't-" Abe started.

Whatever was in there quickly ran from one side of the room to the other. The lights were mostly off, save for the one hanging directpy in the center of the room. Tables, beds, and other medical equipment were thrown and scattered about.

As it ran, it hit a steel table, knocking it and several glass containers over, smashing loudly.

"Read it, Blue," Red simply stated, coming to stand in the center of the room, listening intently.

Abe sighed, standing behind him and holding his hand out. He cocked his head, humming softly.

"Its...someone like us, but, more animal like, they've been here a long time,"

"Can they understand us?"

"I believe so,"

"Hey! Grumpy! We're not here ta hurt ya' we want ta help you!" Red shouted, the sound echoing through the metal lined walls.

The thing moved again, coming a bit closer but still hiding in the shadows. Abe peered forward, sighing in disbelief that that was what Red had said.

Instead a beaker flew through the air, smashing against Reds face. He dropped his cigar, it fell to the floor, burning out into a small pile of ash.

"Oh!" Red groaned, bending over, squinting and holding his head. "What the hell?"

"I thought that would happen," Abe murmured, helping Red to stand up straight. "Duck!"

More beakers, folders, even filing cabinet drawers came flying from the shadows at them.

A beaker flew past Abe's face, almost hitting one of his eyes, he quickly ducked down, covering his face. Red stood over him, feeling his patience wear thin.

"Stop! We're not here ta hurt ya!" Red yelled, using his stone hand to block Abes face. The other was holding his gun out, moving it around toward the shadows. But Red didn't shoot, he couldn't see where the thing was and in a room lined with metal the bullet was likely to ricochet.

Abe held his hand out, reading for the monster, he hummed.

"They're scared, it's defensive,"

"Well what do you want me to do about it?"

"Put your gun away and stop shouting,"

Red glanced down at Abe before sighing, putting the gun in its holster. Abe cleared his throat, taking a step forward.

"It's alright, we are here to help," Abe spoke calm and firmly, hand outstretched to find the person.

"No one comes here ta help," The voice spoke, very thick Scottish accent. It came from all directions, making Abe slightly dizzy, he couldn't find where they were.

"Well we did, so if you could be so kind as to not chuck books at us that'd be great," Red grumbled, turning to the back shadowy wall. He could've sworn the shadow behind him just moved.

"I will if ya leave," it responded again, this time it sounded closer.

"You do not have to be afraid," Abe spoke, he couldn't find them per se but he could feel their fear and apprehension. "We are like you, and we want to help you, honest."

"So we're they," finally a dark shadowy corner formed the outline of a person. Skinny and lanky, covered in dirty ripped white pajama looking clothing. "All those nasty doctors were like us to and they didn't give a damn, why should I believe you,"

"Because unlike them, we are recruiting our kind, not locking them up and experimenting on them," Abe responded.

Even from the shadows Red saw her squint her eyes, big yellow orbs with small black slits. She was clearly unconvinced from Abe's reason.

"Hey," Red spoke over Abe, getting her attention. "If we were here ta hurt ya you'd be dead already,"

She quirked her head to the side, showing off a large gray ear. She thought for a moment, maybe going with them would be better. None of the old scientists were going to come back. Maybe this was her chance to start again. It didn't help "Red" was rather handsome and headstrong like she was.

She scoffed, taking a step into the dim lighting, crossing her arms.

It was then Red saw how small she really was, her red hair was matted and greasy, her arms and legs thin as twigs and she was as pale as a ghost.

And yet, she held her head high, not letting her guard down. She was clearly a "fight-till-the-end" kinda girl. Why did knowing that make his heart skip a beat?

"Make any bad moves and I'll kill ya both without question," She pointed a finger at them both. Red simply smiled.

"Wouldn't want it any other way,"

[blursed-ideas-inc]

“Not all men.”

You’re right, Hellboy would never treat me like that.

[mk-wizard]

Hellboy Films: Why animated did better than live action

Hello, friends

Many of you may not know this, but out of all the superhero comics, Hellboy is my favourite. What can I say? As a little girl, I was a misfit, so a misfit hero like Hellboy was right up my alley and the concept of someone being born to be bad to turn out so good because he had a loving father to show him the way is beautiful. My introduction to Hellboy was the first live action film in the 2000s and at the time, I liked it, but then I started reading the comics. Once I got to know the real Hellboy and series, the more I fell in love with the comics yet at the same time, the more I go to not like the live action films and not just because I found the sequel and reboot in 2019 bad. There are many problems with the three live action Hellboy films which rub me the wrong way and not simply because they are live action. Most superheroes started off as cartoon drawings, but were well done in live action, but Hellboy missed all the notes. Now as a mature adult woman who is experienced at storytelling as well as analyzing, I rewatched some of the live action and I took time to watch the animated films. The difference in quality is night and day (no pun intended and I will give links to the animated films because they are stunning). I will now tell you all where the animated films went right and how live action went all wrong.

1- Hellboy’s design was better in the animated films. - I am more than willing to be forgiving when it comes to taking artistic liberties. Sometimes, the results can be beautiful, but in the case live action Hellboy, it was all wrong and I have to blunt, we can do so much better with graphic design now than just simply taking a tall buff man, putting make up and props on him. I hate sounding mean, but both versions just look like a guy wearing a cosplaying as Hellboy. It would have been much better if Hellboy was completely and entirely CGI or perhaps even an elaborate puppet costume like the ones used in the Jim Henson films. It may sound like enough to give the hero red skin, a stone hand, horns, a tail, cloven feet (which are covered), amber eyes, pointed ears and be very tall. He STILL looks too human compared to the comic and compared to what movie makers can do, it’s lackluster.

Now, we turn to the animated version which did more than just the obvious. Hellboy isn’t inhuman looking just because of the said traits before. He is inhuman because of his proportions and shape especially his face. It is a confirmed fact that he is not just not human. He is ugly and animalistic looking. His features are the combination of a satyr and gorilla especially when you look at how thin his legs, jaw, shoulders, posture and so on.  Also, his eyes aren’t just amber. He has no pupils, no schlera (the white part) and no irises. The entire eye is nothing, but amber which makes them disturbing to look at. He cannot simply cover his face, tail and hand, then simply blend in. He cannot even wear most human clothes hence why Hellboy is always shirtless and his hooves are exposed. In other words, animated Hellboy looks like Hellboy.

2- The animated plot was clean, to the point with no filler. - While I admit the first live action film kept it pretty simple, I find that it still had a lot of filler and too much subplot. If you ever read a Hellboy comic, you will know right off the bat that Mike Mignola is a master at the art of pacing without fluff. Yes, he respect that character development and buildup takes time, but he doesn’t drag things. Ever. And he does not make everything so angsty either. Yes, he hints that the characters have issues, trauma, emotional pain and at times, depression, but he did so without making them into whiners. For the most part, the cast and hero would pick themselves up and do what they had to like adults. If anything, they were also each other’s emotional support and they don’t hate people. The animated version captured that completely and even showed us that the cast did not consist of malcontents who played the “poor me” card to death. In the beginning of Blood and Iron, Abe, Liz and Hellboy were happily talking about a bakery they had found once which reminds us that with all their hardships they do seek and accept joy in life even from something as simple as good pastries.

Moreover, the plot of the film was to the point with some amount of subplots, but without getting complicated and without the subplots contradicting each other. Everything had a way of coming together neatly and even though we did sometimes get surprises, they didn’t feel like filler. They felt like things that were always there, but now, we are aware of them. Most importantly, there was no cheap or silly selling point tactics like relationship drama or the stereotypical father-son bickering (more on this later). Hellboy is not that kind of story.

3- The subtle messages and morals in the animated films were deeper and better. - Being the mature adult I am now, I can say that the first Hellboy really was just Beauty and the Beast while using the Hellboy cast instead and it presented in the message in all of the outdated and bad ways. Don’t get me wrong, I find the idea of Hellboy falling in love romantic and I admit that underneath all of the darkness and action, everything about Hellboy comes back to love. However, it is not romantic love where the end all be all is to be accepted by humanity by getting into a relationship with a human, then turning into a handsome prince even if only metaphorically. The deeper and more important kind of love Hellboy tries to teach is self love how you are regardless how strange people deem you. If you have done something with your life and made something of yourself, then it is ok to be you and are already more loved than you realize. The other kind of love that has always been important to the series is family unity. You see, Hellboy, Liz and Abe are like siblings to each other and Prof. Bruttenholm is an incredibly loving father figure to all of them namely Hellboy who he raised since he was a baby.

He made the big red guy into the man he is today. In fact, even as an adult, Hellboy and Bruttenholm are a very sweet and kind father and son duo. They are not at each other’s throats, they don’t snark at each other or are incapable of agreeing on anything. There is no spite, there is no anger, there is no resentment and there is no ingratitude. There is only love and honestly, THIS is the love that ought to be showcased more in the films.

With that all said and done, the animated films also had their subtle deep messages which we not only understand clearly, but we also appreciate more. In the first movie Sword of Storms, it was all about finding a balance between persevering and knowing when to let go. In other words, keep doing what you must if it is still relevant and making a difference, but if it isn’t and is the reason you’re stuck, by all means quit. There are many roads to closure. In the second one Blood and Iron, it was clear from the beginning that the message was to not underestimate the elderly. They may not be as strong as they once were, but their experience and wisdom gets them and you out of tough spots. They have been through everything before and know what to do. By all means, aid them and help them, but don’t treat them like helpless babies. I also have to say that when I look at the messages the two animated films were telling us, they are not only clearer, but pretty underrated ones too. In the case of the live action films, the messages were muddled if not done before.

In short, I look at the animated films and I’m impressed. If another live action Hellboy does come along, I hope that this time, it will be done right and I really don’t want to see relationship, gore fests, snark or family drama again. Of course, this all my opinion and I would love to hear all of yours.

Thank you for reading and stay safe.

EDIT: Wouldn’t you know it? I forgot the link to all things Hellboy Animated. Here it is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellboy_Animated

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Nuada Headcanons

(Requested by anonymous: Do you write for Abe from Hellboy as well? And can I request hc on how Nuada manages to let himself fall for a human reader? (F if you need a gender)

 (A/N): Sorry I don't write for them, I generally don't like writing for characters who already have a significate other. It doesn't feel right.

 Warning: Grammatical Error, slight angst, and talk of abuse if you narrowed your eyes.

 Word count: 1,584

 As a royalty, Nuada was surrounded by wealth and beauty since his birth, which made him unimpressed by it, focusing only on the person's character.

 That's why he hated humans because they had proven time and time again that they are shallow and greedy creatures.

 During his isolation, Nuada saw no redeeming quality for the humans, which fueled his desire to wipe them out of the face of the earth even further.

The time came when he had to return for the sake of his people and all other creatures that were forced to live in the dark.

He made himself known to not only the humans but also his people by killing the humans in the auction and stealing what was supposed to be rightfully his.

 After killing his father and taking the other piece Nuada needed to find his sister who he knew was going to the library in the Troll Market to retrieve.

He knew the keeper won't give him the map willingly so he decided to wait and out Mr.wink on the watch for her.

What Nuada didn't expect is while he was waiting underground is to get the news of a human being in the Troll market in poor disguise.

  He went to see it for himself and it wasn't hard to spot you, he recognized you almost immediately.

To avoid making a scene among other creatures, he swiftly without you noticing him pulled you away by your arm to a more private area ignoring all your struggles.

He finally found an empty ally where he threw you to the ground causing the vile you were wearing to slip and cover your head.

 "What the heck?!" you exclaimed angrily, yanking the vile off showing your uniform.

 "How did you manage to enter the Market, human?" Asked Nuada crossed arms as he blocked to only exist trapping you. "And with such a poor disguise no less."

 "That disguise was stupid." You said as you took a stand. "I'm not afraid of walking into the market just the way I am."

 "Naïve human, you would have been killed on site."

 "Maybe I will get lucky."

 "What is that?" he raised a brow.

 "You can either talk everyone to death or they'll be too distracted killing you to notice me."

 Your responses irritated him because no human even dared to meet his eyes let alone dare to answer him with such a sharp tongue.

 The fight between you and him was not challenging at all, for he was superior to you in the field of combat.

 The reason why your fight lasted so long is that he wanted to play with you.

 It was a long time since he fought a human with such skill and He, dare he say it, was enjoying the fight.

 The only reason you survived is that before he could give the finishing blow, small creatures came to him and told him of the death of his friend Mr. Wink.

 When he saw you outside the market with the killer of his friend and his treacherous sister, he pieced it together on how you managed to enter the market.

 He indeed has a connection with his sister, but it was also the symbol on your uniform that helped him figure out the location of HQ faster.

 He didn't know why but after he impaled Hellboy he decided to take you along with his sister.

 "Why did you take me?" You asked as you followed him in the desert. You didn't have a choice since he had tied your hand and was dragging you.

 "To make sure the humans won't follow us if they want you alive."

 That was what he would say but truthfully he wanted to keep you as a personal slave for when he finally takes his rightful place as a king.

 Even if he will wipe humanity from existence he wanted to keep you for himself, to break and enjoy.

 The trip was long so you would have to rest for a bit, but not in silence.

 You started to ask him questions about why he hated humans so badly and wanted to kill them.

 "Humans are a plague to this earth and need to be wiped out."

 "What did humans do so bad that caused you to hate them so much?" you asked, curiously. He hesitated at first but he answered.

 "If you must know, humans had stabbed us in the back when we gave them our trust, and proved their dishonesty again when they drove my people in the dark after promising to coexist."

 "How?"

 "What?"

 "How did they stab you in the back?"

 "… We should keep moving." He stated as he stood up forcing your and his sister to follow him. completely ignoring your question.

 He will not tell you until your relationship becomes stronger that his mother was killed by humans, after welcoming them into their clan.

 When reaching the place you started pleading for him to not unleash the Golden Army because the sight of them frightened you.

 He ignored you and his sister, who joined you in trying to make him stop, but one sentence you said planted doubt in his plan.

 "Please don't make us fade away!"

 He brushed the doubt away and continued with his plan, but he could not forget the look you had in your eyes as you spoke those words.

 When the showdown between him and Hellboy finally came he gave it his all but the doubt would come back every time he catches glimpse of your worried eyes.

 He was defeated and even if he never said it he blamed you for it.

 When he stood to stab Hellboy after he turned away, he stopped when you heard you screamed "No!" but it wasn't to him but his sister.

 When he saw the golden blade which you took away he understood immediately what was about to happen.

 Witnessing how his dear sister was willing to kill herself to stop him caused him to realize that he went too far.

 He faced his sister and fell on his knees and surrender, whispering an apology to her.

 When he got out he was welcomed by the B.P.R.D team who came forward to capture him.

 He was displeased by the rough treatment as they started to drag him to their vehicle, But he got unexpected help.

 "Hey!" you exclaimed as you block their way. "He surrendered and is willing to be imprisoned, which means you don't have to treat him as if he was resisting."

 "Y…Yes Ma'am." Said the agent as they took their hand of him to allow him to walk freely to the car with them just begin close enough to assure he does.

 Even though he was imprisoned underground, his days were never lonely.

 You and Nuala would visit him almost every day, it wasn't long until Nuala was distracted by her lover, so it was only you.

 You would talk to him as if he was your friend, it irritated him.

 He at first ignored you, then became passive-aggressive comments, it was a while until he finally started to talk to her casual, asking about your day, etc.

 He spent a full year in prison before he was finally let out deciding that his payment for his crimes would be by joining Hellboy's team and protect humans.

 During those missions, he would make sure to protect you, which was a subconscious act.

 During training hours he would train with you, with the excuse of wanting you to be a better fighter.

 Always provoking you by reminding you of their "fight" in the ally, enjoying the annoyed look that crossed your face every time.

 The moment he knew that your friendship became deeper is when you told him of your past life.

 He learned how you struggled greatly in your life, society suppressed and your family belittled you.

 "Humans are such wicked creatures." He mumbled bitterly.

 "Not all of them." You said. "It was also humans who made me keep going."

 He raised his brow at you, so you explained.

 "My Parents did make me feel that I wasn't enough, but my grandma was the one who made me feel loved, And I did get bullied in school, but my friends were the ones who defended me and stayed by me." You said with a smile. "There are indeed bad humans but there are a lot of good ones too, you probably just weren't looking in the right places."

 He didn't reply and just stared at your smile, speechless, trying his best to ignore the sudden hammering in his chest.

 Nuada doesn't know when, but at some point he noticed how irritated he becomes when someone gets close to you, especially the males.

 When he realized the possibility of harboring feelings for you, he started to avoid you.

 He refused to believe that he was in love with a human, even if that human was a much decent one than the rest of her kind.

 However, after months, which felt likes ages without you he decided that he had enough.

 He spent centuries in isolation, not needing others company, But now, he can't spend a full day without at least seeing you and your smile.

 When he finally returned to spend time with you again, he returned with the purpose of courting in hopes of having you by his side.

 You didn't need to know though… Not yet at least.

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My second attempt of a Headcanon, I hope you guys like it!

[anna-pixie]

hi i was wondering if you could do a headcanon/what you think Nuada(from hellboy) would act/treat his s/o if they had type one diabetes i never see any type of fic that include people who have any type medical disability, let alone diabetes and would really appreciate it 😊😊 thanks

hey!! sooo, i just wanna preface this by saying that i really don’t know a lot about diabetes

i did some research before i wrote this because i really wanted to get it right for you, so please give me any feedback you can if i’ve said something wrong!

i hope you enjoy <3

request: headcanon of nuada with a S/O with type one diabetes

pairings: prince nuada x reader

warnings: none

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How Nuada would treat a S/O with diabetes

• He wouldn’t completely understand it at first, think it was a silly weakness of the human body

• Over time he saw how much you were suffering with it and he realised that it was a serious part of your life

• The first time he saw you injecting insulin, you were scared that he’d be repulsed, think it was disgusting and want nothing to do with you

• Instead, he sat opposite you and told you tales of his home world, the adventures he had been on, successfully distracting you from any overthinking you were doing

• Insulin is not cheap where you live, one of your biggest worries in life was constantly needing surplus cash to pay for the thing keeping you alive

• Nuada wasn’t happy about this, so he took it upon himself to rob a different pharmacy every month, making sure you had all you needed and more - he wasn’t going to rest until he knew you were content

• The first few months of knowing him, he fretted a lot over what you ate, only calming down when you finally made him realise that you’d been dealing with this for years, and you knew how to take care of yourself

• Before he met you, Nuada had never really cared about a human being before, it’s strange territory for him

• He constantly reminds you that your disability doesn’t change his opinion of you, it’s a part of yourself that you cannot change and he loves every part of you

[moxfirefly]

Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

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One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

Chapter 43: Hero Charts

It’s now been a few months since the All of One incident. The public still doesn’t trust you even though you do your best to save as many people as you can. It has gotten so bad that even Enji is starting to receive some of the hate for abusing his family even though he has clearly changed. Some of the citizens would even tell you they want another hero to save them but you still do what’s right. At the end of each day, you go home after hero work feeling defeated but you continue knowing it’s the right thing to do.

The Hero Billboard Chart JP is starting and you are getting nervous. You don’t care about your own ranking, at this point your thinking you’re near the bottom because how people perceive you. Endeavor’s ranking is more important to you, you still want him to be the Number 2 hero but your worried you’re brining him down. He says he doesn’t care about that anymore but you still want him to be the best he can be.

“I hope you keep your spot, Enji.”

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t even care about it anymore. I just care that you’re here. I know it has been rough on the both of you for the past few months.”

Standing behind both of you “We will be fine. I just wish we could find that video. I know you have been trying but I don’t think we are going to find it.”

“Every lead comes up dry. I asked the United States government myself, nothing. All Might has even been looking but nothing. I’m sorry I can’t help any further.” He says as he pulls you close with one arm.

“I know, thank you. Don’t worry about it… now shhhhh; it’s starting.”

The ceremony starts as they begin with an opening statement and the list of heroes gets announced. They start with number 10 and begin working their way down to 1. As each hero gets announced, your heart starts racing more and more. At the number 2 spot, your about to pass out from nervousness when they call Enji’s name. You sigh with relief as he walks on stage but there are boos from the crowd. You feel for him but you know he can handle it. All Might is then called to be the Number 1 but when he walks on stage, something is different. He is in his small form, something the public has never seen before. The whole country is in shock as they see All Might walking out in his hero suit. He takes the microphone and looks at the crowd.

“Good afternoon. I know this might come as a shock to all of you. It may not look like it but I am All Might. This is what I normally look like outside of hero work. I am showing this to you all because I am retiring.” The crowd collectively gasps as Enji looks to All Might in shock himself.

“Please, let me explain my reasoning. I believe there is a hero that can replace me. I know some of you might be thinking Endeavor but I have someone else in mind. Hellboy, please come on stage with Zaheer.”

You look at All Might with eyes wide open. You are in total shock from what has transpired in front of you that you didn’t hear his command. Zaheer teleports both of you on stage next to All Might. The crowd becomes loud again with boos and disapproval. All Might raises his hand to silence the them before he speaks.

“I know you all must be thinking I am crazy, but I want Hellboy to be the number 1 hero, he deserves it more than anyone. Before you cast judgement or begin to doubt my decision, I have something to show you. Dr. Lisa, the video of you don’t mind.” “

“Dr. Lisa?” You say as you turn to see her walking towards you with Jason and Greg. You rush over to them and hug them. “YOU’RE ALIVE!” You practically scream with your racing emotions.

Jason: “We heard you were having a rough time so we came to help.”

(Y/N): “What?”

Greg: “We heard about Adam.”

(Y/N): “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you. I was so worried about you every day.”

Jason: “Its ok, we understand. We know your happy now.”

“As much as I would like to have a family reunion right now, we have to show the crowd this tape. Everyone, please watch this video.”  Lisa says as she walks towards All Might.

The screen behind you flickers and a video starts playing. It is the video, or combination of tapes, of you saving everyone at the stadium. You are clearly in frame talking over the microphone to the crowd and saving everyone. Every event of that day seems to have been recorded, even you coming back to the shelter and dying in Adam’s arms. Once the video stops, you look back to the audience in front of you; completely still with deafening silence.

“You see, Hellboy has been saving people for a long time. That was when he was only 29 and still on the run from the United States when he took action to safe those in need. He didn’t care about the consequences, he died saving everyone. A true hero will sacrifice themselves in order to save those in trouble. I can’t think of a better replacement for me.” All Might then looks at you and hands you the microphone. You look out at the crowd and freeze, unsure of what to do next. Then you feel a pressure on both of your shoulders, Enji and Zaheer each have a hand on you to support you, to encourage you.

“Thank you All Might. I know many of you still don’t believe in me. Maybe that video changed your mind, maybe it didn’t. But what I can tell you is that I am going to work day and night trying to save everyone that I can. I am a hero. I know my powers come from a dark place but that doesn’t matter, how I was raised doesn’t matter, what matters is how I act. If All Might is willing to leave hero work because I am here, that should say something. Let me prove to you all what I am capable of.”

The room is quiet again. Your heart starts to race wondering if the all of this was for nothing until one person starts clapping. It’s Midnight. She stands and proudly looks at you while clapping loudly. Then more join in the clapping and more and more until the room is fulling engulfed in the sounds of clapping and cheering. You smile and look at Zaheer who also is smiling. Enji turns you around and pulls you close. In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the lips. The crowd cheers even louder at this as you pull away. “I love you, Enji.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

The rest of the day was filled with excitement. The kids were home getting a small party ready, it was for Enji’s hero placement but they quickly tried to change everything to celebrate the both of you. You got to say goodbye to Jason, Greg and Lisa before they had to go. You will miss them but you understand they didn’t want to be in the public eye. You now have contact with them and they said to visit every so often. Back at the house, you are enjoying being with your family, laughing and smiling almost the whole day. You disappear for a while until Enji noticed and calls for Zaheer to take him to you. He finds you’re at the beach watching the sunset, the same beach you always go to. He just looks at you until the sun completely sets. You turn to him and he goes red with embracement realizing he was staring at you. You pat the ground next to you, signaling him to sit down and wrap his arm around you. Zaheer then sits on the opposite side to wrap his arm around the both of you.

“You know the sun always reminds me of you.

“Why is that?”

“The sun is always so warm and bright, always there when we need it, just like you.”

“And I’ll will always be there for you…. Are you ok? You have been here a while.”

“Yea…I’m just thinking.”

“Don’t worry about being number, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be ahead of me.” He says as he kisses you on the cheek.

“I’m not thinking about that. I know you said no more secrets but there is one last one I need to tell you.”

“That’s alright, you’re telling me now.”

“You know I am basically a demon now, right?”

“Yes.”

“And I have the powers of a demon, teleporting, speaking different languages, and more.”

“Ok? Is there a new power?”

“Not exactly. When I accepted the power fully, I accepted my greatest fear.”

“What are you saying?” Enji says raising an eye brow.

“I’m immortal now.”

“Ok? That’s your greatest fear?”

“Not exactly, my greatest fear is watching everyone I love die around me. It’s not a matter of if but when. And I can never see you in the afterlife. I’ll just be here alone watching the world go by as I slowly lose everyone I care for.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone.”

“But there is something I can do. If Zaheer separates from me fully, I will die.”

“I know, but why?”

“When you pass away, I want to stay here long enough to make sure our children are ok. After that, Zaheer and I have agreed to separate so you are not alone.”

“I would wait for you no matter how long it takes.” He rests his chin on your head as he pulls you closer. “I just have one question. Do you know where we will end up?” He says looking at Zaheer.

“I cannot say for sure but I know down is not in the cards for you both.”

“What about Zaheer, he will be here by himself?”

“My last secret is that I am a demon, well… not fully.”

“You are half angel, aren’t you?”

“Wait, how did you know, Enji?”

“All for One and Brilron said something about you being a misfit and with the book Rei gave us, I did some research. No demon has gold hair or casts golden spells. Other spirits never bothered you when we went to temples so you had to be different.”

“My father was demon and my mother was an angel. I was a forbidden child, something either side didn’t want. That is why I didn’t have a name; I was abandoned by my parents. I guess All for One knew that when he found me wondering alone on this world. He treated me well for a while then he started those experiments. The only reason I ever wanted to take over someone was to kill him. This is also why I have more power than other demons, being a combination of the two gives me the powers of both. I only look like a demon because I take more after the demon side, red skin and horns…”

“It explains why you act so much different than any other demon. But why did the demonic energy try to take me over so much?” You say snuggling into him.

“My spells and curses come from my mother’s side but are fueled by the demonic energy from my father. That type of energy naturally wants to take over people. It’s only because I’m half demon that we can control it as well as we can. If I was fully demon, you would have lost control a long time ago.”

“Makes sense to me.” You say looking up at him.

“But it does mean I should be able to go wherever you both go. It might take some time but I can make it work.”

“I know this is a lot for you take in Enji, please understand I am telling you this now so it’s not a shock later.”

“I kind of figured something like this might happen. I know you’re going to be ok; we are going to be ok. Just promise to not leave too early, please protect our children.”

“Of course, I will. I love them so much.” You then pull Enji’s glasses off and kiss him on the lips for what feels like forever.

“Do you think Rei and Adam are waiting for us?” Enji asks looking into your eyes.

“I do, I know they are waiting, however long it takes.”

“Come on, let’s go home. I bet kids are getting worried.” Enji says as he gets up. You get up and hug him tight followed by Zaheer and all of you disappear into the night.

The End

Thank you to all of my readers!

Special Thanks to:

@stormcallart for her art for the cover

and

@frenchbreads-writing for some of the ideas used in the story

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Little Red Dress

Hellboy (2019) x Plus Size/Chubby Reader 

Imagine: After ignoring you for a few weeks, you figure a way to get Hellboy’s attention. (Takes place after the movie but the professor didn't die)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: some swearing, 

Masterlist

Never in a million years did you think you would end up crushing on someone like Hellboy, or Big Red as you liked to call him. It started when you were picked for a research team by Professor Broom himself and you were just supposed to be behind the scenes and away from the action. You followed those rules but Hellboy was never one for following orders and went as he pleased. He met you when he crashed through the ceiling into the library after a fight with his father and he got so angry that he punched the ground so hard it broke underneath him. 

He had been laying on the rubble of wood for a few minutes before he got up and finally realised that you were stood behind him, a stack of books in your hand. You smiled at him, “You must be the Professor’s son. It’s nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).” Hellboy had initially been drawn to you from the way you didn't look at him in fear or disgust. You were the first person, excluding his father, that treated him like a normal person from the beginning. 

After that encounter, he started asking questions about you to his father, here and there to not seem suspicious, but nothing could fool the professor. He soon realised that his son was strangely fond of you and had you moved to work as his assistant, meaning you would see a hell of a lot more of Hellboy. The professor assumed that if you were around then maybe he wouldn't be so keen to leave all the time. 

Just like the professor expected, Hellboy stuck around a little more but he wouldn't really talk to you, just make excuses to be in the same room and watch you. You didn't really notice it, you were pretty much always on your feet and had something to be doing to realise that you had a set of eyes on you most times. It got to the point where the professor tried to play matchmaker since he was getting bored of son’s relentless pining. 

Soon, you and Hellboy were paired together for missions and while you were scared of going into the field, you knew that Hellboy could likely take just about anything. After you both nearly died after an attack from a witch, you both started to relax and become comfortable around each other. The two of you became fast friends and you were glad to have someone to rely on when you needed them. 

That was a year ago and lately, you could feel the dynamic of your relationship changing into something else and you actually didn't mind. You didn't care about the fact that Hellboy was technically devil spawn, he was one of the most genuine and nice guys you've ever met. You remember the night you started to feel any attraction to him. 

You’d just come back to your room at the base, the professor insisted you move into his home since you spent most of your time there and he didn't see the point in you wasting money on the rent of an apartment you were rarely in. It was also for your safety but you didn't complain about it. You’d been on a date, first one in a good few years and when you met the guy, he was completely different than the first time you met up. He was rude and self-centered. Basically, the worst kind of guy that ever existed. You'd left once he made comments about your weight, saying that you'd have to lose a few pounds if you wanted anything serious with him so he could be seen with you in public. 

You told Hellboy everything, the two of you sat on the couch in the living room. You were still dressed up and eating a tub of ice cream while Hellboy was watching some weird tv show he liked. Hellboy just grunted, “He sounds like a dick,” “He was, but yeah, I guess I should lose a few pounds if I want to get someone better.” 

Hellboy had scoffed, “That’s ridiculous, you’re perfect as is. Don't let that asshole change your mind.” You had stopped the scoop of ice cream headed into your mouth and turned your head to look at Hellboy. He wasn't looking at you so you had the chance to just stare at him for a bit. You felt your heart race just a little bit faster than usual and a weird feeling in your lower stomach. That was your cue to stop looking so you just ignored it and went back to eating your ice cream. 

From then on, you found yourself noticing things you didn't before. Well, you noticed them but everything he did seemed to have a different effect on you than before. The way he laughed, spoke, joked about, just anything he did in general was making you feel a weird attraction to him that you couldn't explain. Well, that was until a few days ago. You’d met up with Alice, the two of you had met a couple months back and you made sure to check in with her at least a couple times a week. 

“Yeah, I just don't know what’s wrong with me,” “Are you for real? It's so obvious, you like him.” You had refused to believe her at first and you changed the topic but then you couldn't get the idea out of your head. Maybe she was right. You hadn't been the one to be shy about your feelings so once you finally decided that there was a possibility that Alice was right and you liked him more than a friend, you needed to tell him. 

“I like you.”

You wished you’d never told him. It hadn't gone well. It didn't go bad though, either. He just kind of stood there and stared at you. Then he went to the fridge and pulled out a beer so you left before he turned around. Since then, you hadn't seen him. Which brings us to now. You were invited to a birthday party that Alice was having. When you talked to her on the phone, she told you that she would make sure that Hellboy would be coming. 

There was three ways that you could do this. One, you could just stay home and not go to the party at all, except you’d already promised Alice that you would and you didn't want to miss her birthday party. Two, you could go and completely ignore him, giving him a taste of his own medicine and avoid him at every turn. Or three, you could go all out and have a good time without caring about the demon that you couldn't get out of your head. 

After much consideration, you decided to go with option three. Who cares about him? Well, you did but that's not the point. You were going to go and have a good time, Hellboy be damned. With new confidence and motivation, you headed to your wardrobe and pulled out just the right outfit. 

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In your little red dress and heels, you walked into Alice’s apartment and your eyes scouted for the birthday girl. You saw her and the two of you smiled and she ran over to you, “You look good, trying to impress a certain someone?” You shook your head but the both of you knew that wasn't true. The two of you talked for a little bit before one of her other friends arrived and she left to greet them. You were left by yourself for a little bit until you headed into the kitchen to get a drink. There wasn't much choice to choose from so you decided on just a bottle of beer. 

“Since when do you drink beer?” You jumped and turned around, your hand over your chest, “Don't fucking sneak up on people, jackass.” Hellboy chuckled then his face turned serious, “Sorry.” “It’s fine, just don't do it again.” Hellboy scoffed, “I wasn't talking about scaring you.” “I know.” You looked down and your lips curved into a small smile. There was a little silence before he said, “You look amazing.” “I know.” This time you both chuckled and you looked up to see him smiling at you. You walked closer and softly shoved his shoulder, “I missed you, idiot.” 

Hellboy sighed, “I know. I...missed you too.” “Then why’d you stay away?” Hellboy looked around the room full of people before gently grabbing your upper arm and leading you outside onto the balcony. You sat on the stairs for the fire escape while Hellboy leaned against the railing. “I was scared.” “You? Scared?” You wanted to laugh but Hellboy’s serious expression took the amusement out of the situation, “What were you scared of?” 

“That if we went down this path, you'd eventually realise that you could do so much better than me.” You hummed, “Maybe I could do better, but that doesn't mean I want better. I guess it's up to you to take that risk and trust me.” Hellboy didn't look at you until you got up to stand next to him, your shoulder touching his bicep. He wrapped his normal arm around you, realising you must be cold. 

“I can be jealous and I drink a lot.” You laughed, “You think I don't know that? There’s nothing I don't know about you and you can’t scare me away, Big Red.” Hellboy smirked, pulling you closer, “So I guess we’re doing this then.” “I guess we are.” You moved to turn on your side a little, pressing yourself against his chest. 

“I’m not wearing anything under this dress.” “Are you trying to kill me?”

[dimmer-bulb]

Watching Hellboy (2019) and Gruagach is so entice and genuine. I know he would treat me right. He's such a cutie.

[og-danny-dorito]

Hellboy Headcanons

it's MY blog and I get to choose the hyperfixation (also it’s yearning hours)

S F W :

- big man big man big man big man big man b

- i love big man v much, and let me tell u smthn it's not for no reason

- so, let's just get a few things straight, the dude is canonically 7 feet tall, meaning that he towers over pretty much anyone. on top of that's he's got horns, a tail, a big ass rock hand thing, and on top of it all a fiery temper. at this you may be asking yourself “danny, if the man hasn't like no redeemable qualities why do you like him so much?” unless you're here because you ALSO like him and know he has a lot of them. let me explain

- so let me start off with some simple facts; he LOVES cats. he loves cats so much so that he actually has a fuckton of them, as seen in the first and second movies (not the one directed by david harbor because i'm not even going to look in that general direction)

- in fact, he loves cats so much that he probably wants to go to a cat café. the issue is that his hulking figure would probably scare away any other patrons at the cafés, so sadly he can't go. as an alternative he just has a whole lot of cats. a lot of the time he'll find himself taking pity on the cats on the street and thus leaving out cans of tuna or cat food in places he might frequent

- he also has a pajama set with cats printed on them but NEVER tell him that it's cute or he may not make eye contact with you for a week

- ah, on that subject matter, he actually gets flustered pretty easily. the only issue is that it's not easy to tell when he does, and when he allows himself to feel like that. it's usually when he's sitting in his room and not really thinking about much of anything (aka: relaxed)

- you can tell by how his face somehow turns a slightly darker shade of red, and the frown and gruff grunt he gives as a response imply an almost evasive nature. he doesn't get how you can say something so innocent about him of all people, but regardless it makes him feel a little bit a somethin

- i know he LOOKS like he will crush your skull, but he's a huge softie. yeah, he comes back to the BPRD base looking like he just fought god bare handed and butt ass naked, but that doesn't mean he's a huge meanie. in FACT, if he really does like you that much he's probably going to treat you like the exact opposite of his stereotype

- he tends to be attracted to anyone who can make him laugh, which is pretty easy considering his biggest weakness is puns. yes, you read that correctly, puns

- catch this dude loosing his shit because you walked in to his room, saw his cats piled up on his torso to absorb his body heat, and said “Wow, looks like you've got a MEOWntain on you, Red.” seriously he won't be able to breathe for a good few seconds

- his laugh is pretty hearty and rumbles in his chest like a washing machine on spin cycle, ending with a dry heave. if you've cracked him up that much he will snort. tiny little piggy snort. and then deny it directly afterwards like a big baby

- he himself is a pretty funny dude, the only issue is that he's selectively funny. usually when he's relaxed and just chillin out he finds himself cracking more jokes than he normally would. making someone he likes laugh motivates him to make more jokes, especially if their laughter is contagious. seriously, he's weak against funny laughs he can't MAKE himself NOT laugh if you sound like a dying horse when you laugh

- he's also pretty affected by other people’s moods even though like 90% of the time he feels shitty. if you're in a good mood then he can't help but feel a little bit better. the positiivty is contagious and not even hellboy can resist it

- thus why he can't for the life of him resist any ounce of cuteness or innocence or impenetrable positivity. like, he just can't help but feel the immediate need to protect

- yeah he likes goth chicks (have you SEEN liz) but have you ever walked around with a literal ray of sunshine glued to your hip? cause big man can't handle the amount of joy it brings him to have someone so happy all the time next to him. it just,,, makes him weak

- that and he's a huge dummy for anyone who's smaller than average but also tends to be fiery and hotheaded like him

- like he doesn't even have a “type” appearance wise but catch him falling head over heels for a positive, firey, and outright goofy person to match his dry and dull attitude towards most things

- he tries to act like he's above it, but the man likes cute stuff. even when he gets caught red-handed petting a litter of kittens he'll just be like “what? never seen a demon before?” and continue with his activities

- if you do end up being his s/o you may very well be the person who has to take care of his wounds because he barely trusts anyone in the med bay to take care of him without trying to experiment or take weird samples without his knowing. that said, he really hates going to the doctor

- you'd be susprized how uncomfortable it makes him, really. so you're probably the one to actually make sure he doesn't fucking die

- it's rare he'll come from work unscathed. in fact, a good portion of the time there's a new scar to add to the count. when asked he'll play it off with some dry humor, barely addressing the fact that his muscles ache like hell and his joints are killing him. you'll have to pressure him into letting you take care of him, which results in a pout and grumbles of protest as he removes his shirt. if he has any injuries near his thighs he'll probably be really hesitant to let you take care of them until you've been with each other for like a month or so

- that and he lowkey would die of embarrassment if you were trying to tend to his thigh wounds and just saw how HUNG he is but i'm gonna save that content for possible NSFW headcanons in the future

- mans super gentle with his s/o, like SUPER gentle. he doesn't want to hurt them, honestly, and just leaving a small bruise from getting frisky or play fighting makes him feel like a fucking monster. in fact, it makes his self-esteem issues worse. he might not touch you for a while if you happen to get a particularly bad injury, on or off the field (implying that you work at the BPRD- if you don't he still feels like shit)

- which means that he probably would like some validation if he does start to feel like complete shit. his skin is thick from his experience over the years, but shit still happens and it always will. he's reminded every day that he doesn't deserve you just by seeing your visual differences. he knows he's a danger to you and the people around him, and it makes him want to avoid everyone. but some gentle words of affirmation and kisses all over make him feel 10x better. it isn't hard to get him out of a funk if he knows you love him too much to find disgust in him

- he doesn't seem very affectionate, but once he knows it's okay to touch up on his s/o like it's no tomorrow he will most definitely release all his touch-starved cravings and be attatched to you all the fucking time

- he's pretty much always holding your hand (although his hands are pretty big so he might just resort to having your and in his without linking fingers) or got his arm around you or, his favorite, having you sit in his lap. he tends to be pretty up close and personal with you if you're all about it

- the only real problems i can see with this are personal distaste or maybe the fact that he's a walking space heater. seriously, hellboy is quite literally hot as hell regardless of the environment, and turns his heater up crazy high. he thrives best in the heat and remains pretty much unaffected by all temperatures. he hates the cold because it makes the tips of his tail and ears cold, but that's pretty much all it does

- you could be in a freezer and the most discomfort he'll feel is that his ears are like a little 👌🏼 bit cold

- so yes, space heater, and it's great if you live in heat like he does. sleeping with him means you'll never get cold again, and since he takes up a lot of space in his bed it's very likely that you'll be sleeping on top of him or at least somewhat touching him. so win win for him, obviously

- he also likes to crank the heater up because it causes you to shed more clothes, probably leaving you in a tank top and shorts while a sheen of sweat forms on your skin and your hair sticks to your face. and if that ain't hot, he doesn't know what is (pun intended). he'll put it down if you ask him to though, begrudgingly. he just likes seeing you breathless is all- ow, don't punch his arm like that

- god forbid anyone look at you like that though. you're wearing something mildly revealing? hell no. there are some bad people out there with even worse intentions and he is not letting some asshole look at you like you're a piece of meat at a butcher's shop

- so obviously he's a bit jealous. well, he's actually a lot jealous, but he won't admit it. just like he won't admit that he was about to kill the guy that catcalled you while you were walking down the street. or that he glared down at the person chatting casually to you about your dress. or that he- you get the picture. he's very protective of you and wants everyone else to know, although it may be because of an inherent self-doubt that says you might leave him

- maybe one day you'll see that you've been dating a demon all this time and be horrified and scared of him, leaving him in the dust for good. it's probably best for you, he thinks, but you'd never do that...right?

- regardless, he's protective of you and thus gets jealous easily. one way to tell is that he tends to become somehow even more attached to you with the person in question nearby. if it gets bad enough he'll just scoop you up and leave, no questions asked. maybe for the sake of your pride and protecting your embarrassment he'll make up some excuse, but as soon as you can tell that he's following you around like a lost puppy it's clear to see that something is up

- if he's getting particularly annoyed though or just wants to tease you, he'll slide his tail up your leg and watch you squeak and jump until pretending he did nothing wrong. the only real way to one-up this is to pinch the head of his tail softly and watch him tense up and give you a look of betrayal because he's crazy sensitive there and gets super unscrewed if you mess with him like that

- of course, looking at him innocently and letting him go once he finally retaliates is always entertaining enough to do again. it may even become a competition between you two to see who looses it and gives out the quickest (spoiler: you're probably going to loose if your relationship is sexual- dude knows his way around the human body and WILL use it against you)

- but it's kind of cute how much he craves your attention, considering it seems he'll do anything to get you to stay by him most of the time. he hates being apart from you and hates knowing you could get hurt at the same time, so it's very likely that you'll have protection wherever you go (if you're in his line of work though he may consider making you his partner, but when he brings this up to Abe the fish man automatically is baffled that a person could bring this kind of reaction out of his stoic and dry-humored friend)

- now for my FAVORITE part; Miscellaneous Headcanons :

   he finds it hot as fuck when you wield weapons of any kind. like yeah you might be his soft precious angel and no one is allowed to touch you but him, but seeing you with a weapon of any sort makes him think about things he's guilty to even know to have though

  oh i forgot to add that he's probably pansexual but is more attracted to feminine body types. doesn't mean he won't fuck someone with a dick, but it does mean that he's a big dom and he likes tiny feminine figures so he's more well-rounded and comfortable with women

   calls you pet names all the time, including Doll, Kitten, Darlin, Sweet-cheeks, and maybe a shorter version of your name or a play at one of your defining traits (for instance, if your hair is red he might call you Little Red as a joke cause he's Big Red ahaha size joke funnyyyy). calling him a nickname in turn that isn't one of the usual like Sweetheart or Honey Bunches gets him blushing like he's got a fever. don't mention that to him though, or he'll get even more flustered (or do, your choice)

   tends to be super flirty with you for shits and giggles, but gets a little riled up if you hit him with an equally witty and flirtatious remark. a little bite never hurt anyone, and he enjoys it more than most

   he really likes spicy stuff, and is currently the champion of "The BPRD Fire-Eating Contest" which didn't involve actual fire from hell (opposed to popular belief) but rather various spicy foods from all over the place and even some from different realms. he won when he ate a concoction Abe made that involved multiple peppers that probably would kill a normal human if eaten all at once but just made Hellboy tear up a little bit and have a runny nose. anything else doesn't affect him at all, and thus why he puts insane amounts of hot sauce in food just to get a tiny sting from it

   his love language is physical contact

- and that's all! hellboy is an affectionate dude with a slew of insecurities. under those scars and rough exterior he can't help but feel his whole day brightened when he sees his s/o and/or best bud, regardless of his mood that day. as a goofball at heart and dad of a thousand cats, the guy is really just misunderstood. take a few minutes out of your day to get to know him over a beer or two and maybe you'll even get a new friend till the end of the line. once he likes you though, there's no way you're getting rid of this big teddy bear

[marveltoon]

Imagine being married to Prince Nuada

You, Hellboy, and Abe have been following Prince Nuada for a while

Every time you would get close to catching him, he would escape

But he has always taken some sore of interest in you, the human, with no magical powers

You were just someone who wanted to save people and magical beings

You were able to stop him before he rose the golden army

The BRPD, Prince Nuada, and Princess Nuala had all come to an agreement

The elves would live in a place that was away from humans, but in much better conditions than the forest, that would be protected by the BRPD

However, Nuada wanted to be sure that the humans would respect their decision, and that the elves future was secure

So in order to secure the peaceful deal, he claimed he would need to marry a human, and that human was you

You were shocked

What did this elf prince want with you?

Hellboy argued, saying Nuada had no right to force you to marry him, but you stopped him

You knew people would suffer if Nuada didn’t take the agreement

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him interesting either

So you agreed

Nuada seemed surprised you agreed to his agreement, but pleased

So you were married

It was a small ceremony, and Nuada promised you he only expected the business parts of a marriage, not the romance

Thankfully elves are very private so you weren’t forced to kiss him at the wedding 

The first few months were interesting

You lived with him and the elves, and you spent most of your time studying the elven ways and trying to learn everything about them

He always seemed to be watching you, and made sure there were guards around you at all times

You constantly asked him questions, and you apologized for bothering him, but he always assured you you weren’t a bother

He never asked you questions about humans, but you noticed him reading some of your books, and that he looked at humans kinder 

And you started to fall for him

How could you not? You were with him most of the time, got to know him through your questions, the way he treated his people, and he was your husband after all

You weren’t convinced he liked you back though

You were still human, and although he was much nicer to them now, he still didn’t like them

One day you and Nuada were working with the BRPD with hostile creatures

You got hurt and right when you were about to be killed, Prince Nuada came to your aid

He grabbed you and dragged you out of their immediately

The whole time the doctor was patching you up he was holding your hand, which was unheard of 

When the doctor left, he sighed and held you 

“Please don’t scare me like that again”

“But-” 

He looked at you and you gasped at how serious he looked, and he looked away

“I know I said you were under no romantic obligation to me, and I still uphold that, but... would you hate me if I wanted it?” He whispered 

You smiled and shook your head

“Actually... I was thinking the same thing”

He gave you a rare smile, and kissed your cheek

“Get some sleep, we’ll talk more when you wake up”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face

Part 2??

[emilynightshade89]

For the Valentine’s Day asks–11, 22, 38 and 44(Fuck marry kill: Viggo, Santino and Zero. I recently realized that all of their gay antagonists’ names rhyme with each other I hate this so much)

11) dinner dates or brunch dates?

 I’d be happy and nervous either way. I mean now that i think about it...Brunch Dates. It would be nice to spend your morning/afternoon with someone you could spend the rest of the day with.  💜

22) Fictional crushes?

Too many of them have the same actor in common so.... I’m going to go with Abe Sapien from Guillermo Del Toro’s Hellboy bc i love Doug Jones and Abe was the first non-human crush i ever had. 

38) what’s your OTP?

Olivia Bensen and Rafael Barba from Law & Order: SVU. Other than that i don’t really have many OTPs. But i have to give a special shoutout to Leonhard and Constance Seppala in Togo bc i love them both very much and they get to live out of town with dozens of dogs around and I want that.   

44) FMK: Viggo, Santino, and Zero

why

Kill Viggo. Easy. Done. Next?

Fuck Santino. dear god if i had to...but if we get married and john kills him then at least i get his stuff right? right??

Marry Zero. I know i mentioned marring Santino but that’s hypothetically speaking and it would never last anyway. In fact he’d most likely send Wick to kill me instead of just sucking it up and asking for a divorce that was over due since week one. So I would rather marry Zero bc at least i’d have someone who knows how to cook food, could hold a conversation that i’d actually listen to (although probably about Wick) and would be the most likely to treat me right out of all three of these guys. (also i kinda like Zero anyway...) So um....yeah. 

thanks for the asks!