#Bethmoora

[tomtefairytaleblog]

Sometimes I feel like something gets lost in translation when the English subtitles for Pan's Labyrinth refer to the fairy kingdom as the "underworld" (or the "Underground Realm," in the opening narration).

In one of the pages of Guillermo del Toro's notebooks featured in his book Cabinet of Curiosities, there's a note made by del Toro about beings called the "Mouros," said to live in underground cities. Del Toro goes on to note that in Galicia (where Pan's Labyrinth is meant to be set), it is believed that the mountains are hollow and contain underground realms and cities. So this is clearly what del Toro used as inspiration for the backstory involving the missing princess.

It's also interesting how the motion comics included in the DVD/Blu-Ray release of the film refer to the fairy kingdom as "Bethmoora," a place mentioned in Lord Dunsany's works (and, also, the name del Toro gave to the kingdom of the elves in Hellboy 2).

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@thenexusofsouls (from Nuada) As they lounged on Wanda's bed at the compound, Nuada's hand rested on her belly. As usual, he felt the energy of their unborn child, but this time something seemed different somehow. He lifted his head, his brow furrowing a bit as he held his hand still, then moved it slightly, then moved it to the other side of her belly. Realizing that he was probably worrying her that something might be wrong with their child, he sought to explain what he was doing. "The energy has changed," he said softly. After a bit longer, trying to figure out exactly what he was feeling, Nuada smiled. "There are two, my love. Not only one."

@thenexusofsouls

Wanda had gotten used to Nuada's hand on her belly. It had been a common occurrence, any time they were together, he would rest his hand over her belly and tell her how he could feel their little unborn child's energy. It was especially the case when she returned from a mission, since it eased her worries of something happening to their child. Today was no different, though the look on his face had her worried slightly.

"Nuada... what's wrong?" She asked, her voice shaking ever so slightly. Hearing him say that the energy had changed had her heart sinking. That couldn't be good, not with the fact that he looked so concerned. The next words out of his mouth though shocked her.

"Two? Are you sure? Are you sure it isn't my energy and the baby that you can feel, that there are two different energies?" She asked, sitting up slightly and resting her hand on his. "You're saying that there are twins..."

[thenexusofsouls]

Wanda moved to rest her head in Nuada’s lap, her gaze lingering up at him. “Our angels are kicking… they missed daddy.”

Oh, how Nuada loved Wanda's swollen belly. It had delighted him, these last few months, how her baby bump had grown. To him, it was such a beautiful thing, even with all the worry they both felt. He did his best to allay her fears and to pamper her whenever and however he could.

"Are they?" he asked, gladly having her lay her head on his lap, his hand lifting to lay over her baby bump. "And I missed you as well, my little ones..." he said. The moment he began to speak, the babies did indeed start moving. "Nothing will ever amaze me more than this," Nuada said to Wanda with such reverence for the process her body was going through.

[thenexusofsouls]

Nuada was completely wasted by this point, though he was very much enjoying the random things he was gleaning from Mantis from time to time. He assumed she was feeling a bit amorous towards him because she too was inebriated, and that was alright. It did not need to be real to make him happy. Even if, by the morning, she felt a completely different way about him, it still would have been nice to feel such things from her tonight. "Not necessarily..." he said sluggishly. "But I... I would love... to go home with you."

He grinned like a happy child as he was scooped up by the Abilisk. "Hello, friend," he said to it, giving a tentacle a little rub with his hand to show his thanks. It was a fun ride, but mostly, it was a necessary one. He was very much unsteady on his usually agile feet. There was a good chance he might not have made it to Mantis' apartment without assistance from someone... or something.

Nuada didn't really see Mantis' apartment and all the lovely plants and trinkets contained within it until he'd plunked down onto her couch and slowly receded into the soft puff of the seat cushion. After a moment of admiring how comfortable it was with his eyes closed, they opened and- Oh... Her living space was as beautiful as she was. Nuada adored the green, natural life he found everywhere, even if it was contained inside an apartment space and not out in a forest. Plants hung from all around, growing on the walls and over ledges... It was amazing. So full of life and lovely, just as she was. "You have a won-... wonderful apartment... Mantis," he struggled to say. "So many lives... share your space..."

At the mention of tea, he perked up. "Yes, I-I would love some. I should... probably attempt... to sober myself... in some manner," he recognized, though at this point it was probably impossible without several hours of sleep. "It was very good, though," he said of the Destroyer Punch. "However... p-perhaps next time... I ought... not to have quite so much." He smiled at the blanket she offered. "Thank you," he said softly, reaching for it. It was warm and soft, and it certainly was not going to help him in his quest to remain awake...

Going Knowhere || closed with thenexusofsouls

She was home. Mantis was finally home again. Not because Knowhere was her home as a place, but because home was where the Guardians were.

It had been two years since Mantis chose to bid farewell to the Guardians, leaving to find her own purpose while Quill left to return to Earth. The Celestial siblings had stopped running from their past, and it was freeing, as scary as the choice had been. Mantis had taken the three Abilisks with her… and the green seed Nuada gave her, of course.

Moments after landing, Mantis was greeted by some of the residents that lived on Knowhere. She rarely wanted to draw attention to herself, but she knew the three giant Abilisks would attract a few looks. Drax was all over her. He had picked her up at least three times to hug her, tightly squeezing Mantis until her eyes bulged from her skull. Part of the reason why Mantis had been at peace leaving his side was because now there were other children, children who needed him, after he spent years protecting Mantis since she reminded him of his daughter.

“Okay, Drax, enough! I want to say hello to everyone else,” she exclaimed, patting his back until he finally put her down.

Nebula, Kraglin and Adam hugged her affectionately, but soon enough Groot pushed them aside so he could hug Mantis, as well as Rocket. Cosmo licked Mantis’ face and Mantis giggled, patting the dog’s head. Cosmo was still the best girl in the galaxy.

When Mantis asked where Quill was, Drax told her he was still on Earth, but he wrote to the Guardians regularly to let them know he was okay. They were family, all of them, and they would always be.

“I say we throw a party tonight,” Rocket suggested. “You’re back, bug. We've gotta celebrate. What do ya think?”

“That sounds good! Thank you, Rocket,” Mantis said.

“Abilisks!” someone cried nearby, and collective screaming followed.

After reassuring everyone that the Abilisks were with her, lest panic took over all of Knowhere, Mantis asked the Guardians if they knew where Prince Nuada was. She had left without saying goodbye to anyone but the Guardians, and she wondered if Nuada would be angry with her. Rocket and Groot offered to look after her Abilisks while Mantis looked for the Elven Prince.

Mantis walked with more self-assurance than before. She no longer held her hands in front of her body, letting her arms swing at her sides instead. She was more poised now, secure in herself yet more mellow. Confident – but not unfriendly. As if her two years of complete independence had allowed her to grow more than her several centuries with Ego. She wandered over to the spot where Nuada was, following the direction Rocket had told her, and a few bark children appeared to say hello. Mantis smiled and waved at them. She remembered taking them to Knowhere shortly after bringing Nuada's people, as well as Mr. Wink. She never wanted Nuada to choose either his people or his friends; he could have both. She tilted her head when she spotted Nuada, and offered a polite smile.

"Hello," she said, trying not to make things awkward. "Good to see you," she added. "Okay, I know I left without saying goodbye, but... I already said goodbye to my friends, and I realized if I stayed a little longer to say goodbye to everyone, I would not leave. I would just think about how much I would miss everyone and stay. The seed is fine, by the way! I have been speaking to it regularly and making sure it knew it was a good seed. My Abilisks would keep it safe when I couldn't, so... yeah."

@thenexusofsouls

[mxrvelouscreations]

{thenexusofsouls} (from Nuada, for Leigh) “ you’re here…?”

Leigh knew that the hospital was the last place that Nuada would want to be. It hadn't been a light decision to make, but given his injuries, she couldn't risk it. Luckily for them both, she had managed to find one that didn't ask too many questions, that treated all creatures. Even then, she had stayed by his side, not wanting to risk anything happening to him. Once they had gotten him stable, they had been transferred to their own room, where Leigh made herself comfortable on the chair beside the bed, her hand taking his gently in hers.

"Please be ok... I can't do this without you...."

@thenexusofsouls

[bitterkarella]

Poe: tonight, Lord Dunsany is going to tell a story Lovecraft: Lord Dunsany!? Lovecraft: Lord Dunsany is here?!? Lovecraft: no no i'm not ready, i can't meet lord dunsany! Poe: you'll be fine, howard Lovecraft: do i look ok? how's my hair? Poe: it's fine, howard Lord Dunsany: submitted for the approval of Lovecraft: Lord Dunsany! I'm your biggest fan! Dunsany: thank you. submitted for Lovecraft: did you get those letters i sent? King: oh yeah howard's really big on sending letters King: he just loves it Lovecraft: gosh Lord Dunsany it's so great to finally meet you! Lovecraft: i think we'll get along great! we could be friends, maybe? Lovecraft: best friends even? August Derleth: b-but howard...! Derleth: i thought WE were best friends! Lovecraft: Lovecaft: oh this is awkward

Lord Dunsany: submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the hashish man Fitz James O'Brien: [appearing suddenly] somebody call me?

Dunsany: so i was at this party and this guy is all "hey i saw that article you wrote about the ancient and mysterious city of bethmoora" Dunsany: "you know, i myself have visited bethmoora many a time" Dunsany: "in my mind, after smoking weed"

Dunsany: now let me tell you Dunsany: when you're at a party and some guy just starts telling you about how he saw some crazy shit right after smoking weed Dunsany: you sit up and take notice

Dunsany: this guy astral projects to the court of the evil emperor Thuba Mleen Dunsany: who sics his torture goons on him Dunsany: and that is why you should never take more than you can handle and always know your dealer

Aleister Crowley: wait, this story doesn't conflate traveling in time and traveling in space! Crowley: have you ever even DONE hashish?? Dunsany: you got me, i only drink tea Crowley: Crowley: haha i love this guy! Crowley: THE GREAT BEAST! Crowley: DO WHAT THOU WILT!

Dunsany: ok sure i haven't done hashish but boy you don't know me on tea Dunsany: i can get pretty crazy if you know i mean Dunsany: i get pretty hyper on tea Crowley: oh yeah? Dunsany: oh yeah i've been known to get a little bit Dunsany: random

Dunsany: [drinks tea] hi every1 im new!!!!!!! holds up spork my name is lord dunsany but u can call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol…as u can see im very random!!!!^_^ L0ve and waffles!!!!! Crowley: haha no more tea for this guy!

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi Whimsy🖤

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

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

Thank you for your time🌻

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

“A prince’s regard”

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

Themes: Enemies to lovers | Soft | NSFW

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

Wordcount: 2.2k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do other elves treat him with respect?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tags: @nupppuff @thepjofanqueen

[sinclair-enterprises]

Honestly I feel like the whole twin connection thing was unnecessary, or at least the part where either twin being hurt/killed meant that the same thing would happen to the other. It telegraphs Nuala’s death & I think that’s kind of ridiculous. I also don’t like that Del Toro basically just reused the same siblings trope he used in Blade II. In total agreement about Nuala needing a bigger role & more agency-seeing her come into her own & maybe even take over the Fairy Kingdom would’ve offered a much more interesting way of taking her character arc. I do like the Abe/Nuala romance, but you are right about there needing to be more to make it better developed. The idea of Nuala rescuing Abe instead of how it plays out more conventionally in the film is a great idea too.

I enjoy the del Toro Hellboy movies for what they are, but my main gripe with the second one, is Prince Nuada should have taken Abe as hostage, rather than his sister because of course he wouldn't hurt her, because they're connected, if he's injured, she's injured etc. And she had the third piece of the crown SO it makes a whole lot more sense if he discovers Nuala and Abe have a connection, and HE kidnaps Abe in order to force her to hand over the last piece of the crown or he'll kill Abe.

Also I'd have made the movie a tad longer in order to fucking establish Nuala and Abe forming a romantic connection because it's like non-existence or at least no more than Abe just being like A GIRL, a single cute interaction and I'm suppose to believe they are in love??? (poor sheltered baby).

It would also give Nuala more agency, like she's the one who leads Liz and Hellboy to the Angel of Death to get the spear shard out, and she's the one who has to decide whether to sacrifice Abe OR like realizing who Hellboy is, has him on her behalf fight for the crown because he is of "royal" blood too and once she realizes Hellboy is losing sacrifices herself by killing herself knowing it will take down her brother as well, saving their people and humans.

[princessvisionary101]

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

Part 2 of ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And speaking of surprises in every corner-

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

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

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

Huh…he thought so too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ghostsandgod]

I found myself faced by names and terms that I had heard elsewhere in the most hideous of connections—Yuggoth, Great Cthulhu, Tsathoggua, Yog-Sothoth, R'lyeh, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, Hastur, Yian, Leng, the Lake of Hali, Bethmoora, the Yellow Sign, L’mur-Kathulos, Bran, and the Magnum Innominandum—and was drawn back through nameless aeons and inconceivable dimensions to worlds of elder, outer entity at which the crazed author of the Necronomicon had only guessed in the vaguest way.

— H. P. Lovecraft, "The Whisperer in Darkness"

[venerable-sun]

Upcooming Nuada x reader teaser...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great.

[jakey-beefed-it]

Had a very odd dream, much more involved than most of mine are. There was your pretty typical 'adjacent magical world' situation going on, with mages and their quasi-magical underlings/servants/hangers-on living in these whole spaces tucked away in hiding, think the goblin market and Bethmoora from Hellboy 2 merged with Diagon Alley from the since-disgraced shitbag author's boy wizard series and London Below from the other since-disgraced shitbag author's Neverwhere. It was all very grim gaslamp fantasyesque, right down to the fashion sense.

My own perspective was a kinda socially outcast oddball but tolerated wizard type, think Gandalf in the Shire specifically, but dressed more like a middle-class mid-Victorian who's fallen on rough times and his garb has become somewhat threadbare. I had apparently made it my mission to find other outcasts in bad or servile situations and escort them to marginally better circumstances in the mundane world, but egress was controlled by three heavy locked doors and fumbling with the two, then four, then eight keys needed to open them all in turn allowed for plenty of opportunity for people to come along and question the validity of what I was doing or try to re-capture my wards. Since I existed in this kinda nebulous place where I was tolerated as something of an escape valve but some of the worst exploitative types resented me, sometimes they'd realize I'd liberated one of 'their' people or if they already knew about it they'd have a change of heart and come for us before we could fully escape.

There was a particular confrontation at the doors wherein somebody cast a horrible vortex spell, which i was able to counter while holding onto my charge and preventing them from being drawn in. Very old-school 40k vortex grenade but a spell. Somebody else hit us with a watery variant on said spell and we were sucked into some weird watery realm, dragged down by these giant hands (also made of water) to a weird area that was basically a series of sandbars full of 'castaways' and the bones of those who'd died there without escaping, surrounded by a sphere of air holding back all the water. I remember being more annoyed by this than anything, and needed a few minutes to bust out but did eventually bust out and bring all the 'castaways' with me.

Anyhow it was so vivid and so odd and so structured for one of my dreams that I figured I'd better write it down somewhere before it entirely slipped my mind. Might do something with it, but probably not. But writing it down also helps me cement it in my own head, so here we go.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

[thenexusofsouls] (from Nuada) 🏋🏽‍♂️ - to pick my muse up

@thenexusofsouls

Wanda had been wandering through the troll market, gathering a few small items for her and Nuada to share lately when she felt an arm wrapping around her, her feet soon leaving the ground. She let out a small squeal, though it quickly became apparent from the gentleness of the touch and the feeling that she got, that the person picking her up was none other than her prince himself. "I thought you were still down training my love," she replied as she moved to look at him, "had I known you wanted to join me, i would have waited."

[thenexusofsouls]

“Nuada, what do you think?” Wanda asked, standing in the doorway wearing the red corset piece of her uniform.

Nuada had been training, working out some frustrations in his small home below the Troll Market. He stopped when he heard Wanda's voice, turning to see her-

...in a tight corset?

He immediately grinned and set aside his spear, going to her. "I think..." he said, tugging her closer to him by her waist so their hips met. "...that you look enticing..." He couldn't keep the desire from his voice. The combination of being pumped up from his exercise and seeing her in this tight corset was sending him... somewhere restless.

He bent down to graze his lips against hers before kissing her, letting his passion show for only a moment before he pulled back, lest he be moving too fast. Maybe she had only wanted his opinion on the outfit? If she didn't want more from him, though, she probably should change into something else...

[thenexusofsouls]

Nauda was a bit confused when Mantis left the room, but he merely stayed and continued to admire the plants. She really was so good with them, but given her powers as well as her patience, it was no great wonder why. The petals of the white roses were very soft, but when he felt Mantis' hand against his cheek, it felt far softer. His eyes closed and he released a breath that shook with a shudder born of the emotion he felt the moment she touched him. He would always feel at peace with her touch, he knew.

He absolutely did recognize what she was holding in her hands, and his eyes lifted to her as his brow furrowed, his gaze questioning, confused. Had she not wanted the seed? Why had she not simply found a suitable place to plant it, then? He had so many questions, but before he could choose which one to ask her, she began speaking. Nuada listened quietly, and by the end of her little speech, he understood, even if it was still difficult for him to agree.

His hands slowly moved to lay over her own as she cradled the gold incubator. Nuada's expression was serene and thoughtful as he looked down at the shiny metal egg and their hands around it, his thumbs gently rubbing Mantis' hands as he considered her words and what she was asking of him...

He knew he felt different now than he has on Earth, but it was not necessarily better. Here, he was lonely and sad a good deal of the time, except when he was with Mantis, and of course Mr. Wink and the bark children. There was a loss of purpose and a bit of an existential crisis that had come along with abandoning his plots of revenge on humans, and of no longer being needed as the only thing he knew how to be... a warrior.

With Mantis' words of encouragement, however, both previously and now as she stood before him, Nuada began to see himself in a different way. She'd helped him to see through her eyes, just a little bit, a window into the potential she saw in him. And given that Mantis was often quite literal and did not appear to like to lie to others very often, and that he could feel from her the genuine sentiment of her words, Nuada knew there was truth to them. He still felt lost and corrupted, but perhaps he was a being in transition.

Once, he had been willing to sacrifice his life, and maybe more importantly, the morality of his soul, to make the humans on Earth pay for what they had done to his people. If he now suffered the pain of loneliness and the sorrow of being obsolete, was that not also a sacrifice? Was he not still giving of himself and helping his people at his own expense, and is so, did that not mean his original goal was achieved? Getting revenge on the humans would not have helped his people. That sacrifice had never been wanted. This one, though... it had bought them a second chance, with Mantis' help.

Did that make him more worthy of the seed now than before? Would the seed be able to feel the improvements in him, and if so, would it feel them to the degree Nuada did, or to the degree Mantis was so certain were happening little by little each day? He was afraid it was not enough, that he was not enough, but when he looked up into Mantis eyes, he saw reflected back... what he might someday become.

Nuada lifted his hands to cup Mantis' face and he gently left a tender kiss on her forehead, hoping she could feel his adoration, his gratitude, his love for her. "I shall endeavor to someday be, not as I am now, but as you believe I can become," he whispered. "And if I ever achieve this, know that it was accomplished not without your help, dear Mantis."

With that, he carefully took the seed from her, feeling the infant god's consciousness wash over him slightly as the being curiously assessed the intent of its new caretaker. It remembered him, and the way it spiritually recoiled initially nearly broke his heart, but... after a few seconds, it reached out again, the soul of this creature curiously extending and realizing that Nuada was not the same as he was before. It remained open-minded about him, and for now, it felt safe in his care.

Truthfully, the party to celebrate Mantis' return to Knowhere had been a sporadic thing. The Guardians did not party as often as they used to, since now they were in charge of Knowhere. There would likely be another big celebration when Peter Quill returned, but it wasn't like the Guardians would do that every day.

All right, so Mantis needed to wear something else to the ball. Something looser, more comfortable and fitting for someone with multiple stomachs. Her cheeks darkened at his words, but she was soon distracted by his sudden fear. His self-doubt. Her head tilted when Nuada turned to interact with her plants, asking Mantis what she wanted to talk about. She knew he was worried.

Carefully holding her skirt so she would not step on it, Mantis walked into her bedroom before reappearing. She walked over to Nuada as he admired the petals of a white rose. Her soft hand grazed his cheek, quietly encouraging him to look at her.

A small, round, golden object was carefully held in her hands, and Mantis offered it to him with a smile. Even though it had been years, Mantis knew the Prince would recognize it. After all, the golden shell had been created by Nuada himself to protect something precious to him.

"You said you gave this to me because you thought it was no longer safe with you," she said. "Because you thought you were a bad influence. You did not want to inadvertently harm it with your feelings of anger and hatred. The other night I told you I see good in you and I meant it. When I offered to bring you all here, you could've chosen to stay on Earth, you could've chosen revenge. But you did not. You chose to save your people, to begin anew. So believe me when I say there is good in you. I truly believe that, but... you must let yourself believe it as well."

Her smile was warm and gentle as her eyes told him what her mouth didn't. Take the seed. It will be safe with you. Trust yourself again, believe that you can be good. I know you can.

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: The Promise of Bethmoora by serenityabrin

Title: The Promise of Bethmoora Author: serenityabrin Canon: Hellboy Pairing: John Myers/Nuada Silverlance Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 31,014 Summary: Nuada, Nuala, and King Balor all survive Hellboy II. King Balor makes a treaty with the BPRD to stop the war

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