#Hellboy Fines True Love

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 11/30

We hope everyone had a safe & restful holiday!

Sunburn TP -  Andi Watson & Simon Gane

Rachel is a teenager who lives a gray suburban life in gray suburban England. It's a world of brown sauce, warm beer, and scrambled eggs every Tuesday. With her summer already mapped out for her-a job working at the butcher and a caravan holiday in Clacton-it seems like this year will only bring more of the same. So when family friends invite her to spend the summer with them in Greece, she jumps at the chance to escape her life and finally be treated like an adult.

The Warners are everything her parents are not-glamorous, sophisticated, and carefree-and when Rachel meets Benjamin, a handsome young friend of the Warners, her summer seems to be taking a turn for the better. But there's no escaping the pains of growing up, and she'll soon learn that life on a small island where everyone knows each other's business may not be all it's cracked up to be.

In The Clear Moonlit Dusk GN Vol 1 -  Mika Yamamori

Yoi Takiguchi's long legs, deep voice, and handsome face are the perfect recipe for an attractive guy-until people realize she is, in fact, a girl. Dubbed a "prince" by her peers since childhood, Yoi has all but given up on being seen as anything else. That is, until she bumps into Ichimura-sempai, the school's other prince (who's a he) and gets a taste of what it feels like to be seen for her true self. The story of the two high school princes starts here!

Plush #1 (of 6) -  Doug Wagner, Daniel Hillyard & Rico Renzi

Serial-killing, cannibalistic furries! PLASTIC and VINYL creators DOUG WAGNER & DANIEL HILLYARD are back. This time, they've recruited colorist extraordinaire RICO RENZI for their disturbing "neon-horror" spin on fursuit psychopaths and bizarre love.   In PLUSH, Devin Fulcher is coerced into attending his first furry convention. When he accidentally happens upon a group of furries devouring a human, the insanity begins. Do they just want Devin for dinner... or something much more wicked?

Koshchei In Hell #1 (of 4) -  Mike Mignola & Ben Stenbeck

The world above may be over, and Hellboy gone with it, but Koshchei is still in Hell content with his wine and his books-until an old face arrives and brings Koshchei a critical task. An old and powerful foe is returning, and Koshchei must take up his sword and defend the city from destruction.

Magic: Nahiri The Lithomancer #1 -  Seanan McGuire, Kath Lobo & Ariel Olivetti

Nebula, Hugo, Locus, and Alex Award-winning novelist Seanan McGuire (Ghost-Spider) returns to the world of Magic: The Gathering along with Kath Lobo to bring Nahiri the Lithomancer to comics! Nahiri-also known as The Harbinger-has protected her home plane of Zendikar for centuries, her ruthlessness and terrible deeds kept in check by a strong sense of justice. But her fate is far from decided, and a new challenge awaits that may change the way the entire Multiverse perceives her...

Penguina One Shot -  Julie Devin

Sent in a dimensional portal ship and landing in the Antarctic as a baby, Penguina is found and raised by Samurai Penguin. Leaving to see the world once she's grown, she finds out she has the ability to mimic powers of any comic character if she reads the comic but only for 1 hour!  To keep a low profile, she takes a secret identity working as in intern at a small comic company...until Penguina is needed!

Star Wars The High Republic Adventures #1 -  Daniel Jose Older, Tony Bruno & Harvey Tolibao

For young Padawan Sav Malagan, joining the ranks of the noble Jedi Order has been all she's ever wanted. But a chance encounter with a crew of eccentric misfits makes her question everything she's taken for granted in her life. Trapped aboard the ship of infamous space pirate Maz Kanata, will Save ever be able to rejoin the Jedi? And if she spends much long with Maz and her crew, will she even want to?

I’m A Terminal Cancer Patient, But I’m Fine GN -  Hilnama

After being diagnosed with terminal colon cancer, the creator documents her physical and emotional journey through treatment in this powerful memoir manga. At 38 years old, Hilnama, a manga artist, is diagnosed with colon cancer. Never one to lose hope or give in to despair, she begins cancer treatments despite the deadly diagnosis. But when going through such a grueling process, it can be difficult to keep a positive outlook. When faced with the struggles and trials of life, Hilnama turns to what she knows: writing and creating manga again, drawing herself as a rabbit in a world of humans and hospitals. This poignant and down-to-earth account of diagnosis, treatment, and living with terminal disease will be a reference for positivity and perseverance for years to come.  

Whatcha snagging this week, Fantomites? 

[rayslittlekitten]

Hello to you ❤️ on this fine celebratory weekend 🥳 For your 500 followers ficlet challenge, may I please request a smutty ficlet with Alan McMichael (I watched Crimson Peak recently and okay so it’s not one of Charlie’s bigger roles, but oh is sweet soft Alan now one of my fave Charlie characters 💘) with the following gif

(gahh look at him looking all fine, clean and handsome whilst going about his working day 💓) and three words strip, shock, sweet.

I’d also be happy if you’d prefer the same three words with Will 😋, as I’m aware Charlie’s character in Crimson Peak wasn’t really one of the main ones.

Than you so much for your submission and as always for your support!! I always LOVE reading your comments! I am forever grateful for them. Hope this is smutty enough for you.

“Consummation”

500 Follower Ficlet Challenge Masterlist

A/N: Okay so I've only seen Crimson Peak once and that was when it first came out. I found it a little underwhelming. I had higher expectations because of some of the other Guillermo Del Toro movies I've seen. Hellboy and Pacific Rim are probably my top two. Charlie also had a tiny role. So if this seems a little OOC, sorry! This is like AU, reader is like Edith, but not Edith if that makes any sense. This is also my first time writing anything with Alan McMichael. Coulda did Will, but I like a challenge.

Rating: M

Pairing: Alan McMichael x F!reader

Contains: fluff, events leading to first time de-virginizing wedding night sex

Word Prompts: strip, shock, sweet

Alan has always been such a gentleman. Too gentle, some would say. He's just a wholesome, sweet, honest man. It's what most women yearn for in a man, in a friend, in a husband – except for the women his mother would set him up with. They wanted someone who is charming, passionate, confident, assertive. Dark and mysterious. Someone who can demand attention in a room by merely entering it. Alan are those things, but not in a self-absorbed way.

Mrs. McMichael never approved of you, but Alan didn’t care. He was drawn to you and saw something in you that he didn’t see in the others.

After pursuing you and getting to know you, he asked for your hand in marriage. Spinster, you say, Mrs. McMichael?

You’re both now standing in his bedroom – your bedroom too. This moment has been on your mind since you woke this morning. In fact, you were barely able to sleep. You have never been with a man before, just as he have not been with a woman. Both of you are nervous and excited to consummate your marriage.

After ridding of his suit jacket, he walks over to you and looks you up and down. You feel warmth on your cheeks as he soaks you in. You stay standing where you are and look back at him, not knowing what else to do.

“You look so beautiful in that dress,” Alan breaks the silence.

“Thank you, Alan. You look handsome in that suit.”

“But I would love to see the true beauty underneath all that.” Alan takes a step closer to you. He’s so close you can feel the heat emanating off of him. He reaches up to cup your face and he kisses you. Alan has kissed you before, but never like this. He’s kissing you with urgency and passion. It’s making you feel things inside of you that you have never felt before. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against his body. You also feel something rigid below your waist pressing against you. His hands travel down to your backside and he cups you through your white, puffy dress.

Alan pulls back from your lips and you are left breathless. You see a fire in his eyes you have never seen before.

“Turn around,” Alan tells you. You are shocked by his assertiveness. You do as he says and you feel him starting to unzip your dress. You let him strip you of your garments until you are wearing nothing but your jewelry. You turn back towards him, feeling vulnerable. Your eyes glance down to the front of his trousers and see a very noticeable bulge.

Alan takes in a sharp breath as he admires your naked body.

“Lay down.” Alan nods towards the bed.

You slowly walk over and lay your back on the cool bed and soft sheets. You watch him disrobe himself before he gets on top of you, ready to officially make you his.

[iwriteforthetincanman]

Kiss Marks, Not Bruises

A/N: this is such a cute idea and I almost missed it because I posted it saying I would write it straight away but I’ve been very busy since then so I haven’t really had a chance to, but here I am now! Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: @skellytrash​

Despite snowflakes beginning to casually litter the grounds of the BPRD, you couldn’t stop the flurry growing inside of you. Worry etched into your features as you paced the garden. A pair of robins flitted past, a brief reminder of what, or rather who, you were waiting for.

“Agent Y/L/N!” Manning shouting out of a window from above you. “They’re back.” the solemn tone laced into his words did little to cease your concern.

“Oh Abe…” you muttered to yourself before charging back into the federal building at full speed. Skidding around each and every corner, you apologised to every agent you bumped into, never stopping as you rushed to the medical wing.

Upon opening the heavy doors, you gasped at what was revealed.

“...Hello love.” Abe had been stripped of his uniform, leaving him in his swimming shorts with his wonderful blue skin on full display. Only this time instead of admiring it, you couldn’t help feeling tears fill your eyes at the sight of the many bruises dotted across his body.

“Abe? ...what on earth happened?” the air around you turned chilly as you tried to keep calm.

“I’m fine Y/N. Trust me when I say it could’ve been much worse.” Abe attempted to joke, although he wasn’t aware of the full extent of your worry.

“Don’t you think I already know that! Everytime you leave on a mission that doesn’t ‘require’ me, I worry. They tell me not to since emotion links directly into my powers but how can I not? What kind of partner would that make me? Honestly, I wish you’d never get hurt at all…” You started pacing for a short while until you broke down into short, quiet sobs.

“My love, I’m sorry...I didn’t know.” Abe silently slipped off of the bed, wrapping his webbed hands around your forearms. “Please, sit with me?” His gentle invitation encouraged the small flurry building around your form to dissipate. Having powers relating to snow and ice was such a fragile business.

Most days you could be just as dangerous as Liz. Not today, today you just felt...shaky.

“You only didn’t know because I refused to tell you...apparently keeping secrets and freezing people out of my life are the only two things I’m good at.” You replied bitterly. Abe chuckled to himself at that.

“And I know, better than anyone, that that is nowhere near true. Y/N...you are wonderful. You take such good care of me and all those around you. Before I met you...I didn’t know I was capable of loving another person so...much.” It was rare to see someone as eloquent as Abe, struggling with his words.

“I didn’t know anyone even wanted to try loving me...I was all alone in those mountains. I was so surprised to see anyone up there. Let alone you and the others.” Thinking back on the day that the BPRD had found you upon a desolate mountain, they were surprised you hadn’t froze to death. But the legends were true, people were scared to travel up those mountains because they believed a witch had laid a curse on it. Anyone who dared to travel up those icy paths would never return...and if they did, they would never be the same.

Those legends were only half true. You had travelled up those mountains nearly half your life when you were a young girl. One day, you went up there and discovered an old woman, struggling to move. Thinking the worst, you took her back to your village and nursed her back to health. When the woman awoke she thanked you for your kindness, yet when she discovered you were all alone in the cottage she asked where your parents were. Telling her your parents had died and that you were an orphan hadn’t bothered you as much as it did her.

So, when she told you she was a witch, you weren’t surprised either. She offered to train you since you were ‘pure of heart’. But as you grew older and the witch’s grip on reality loosened, you realised, pretty soon, she was going to be leaving you all alone again. After that, you ventured into the mountains, hoping to never be seen again. Shooing away anyone who came close. Tempting yourself with friendship was something you couldn’t bear...not anymore.

That was until you saw him...your Abe. His appearance didn’t phase you at first, but he was freezing to death so you calmed down your flurry. The last thing you wanted to do was kill a literal fish out of water. Once he saw you, he thought he was dead. Claiming aloud that you were an angel, you couldn’t help letting out a little giggle, discouraging his claim.

Hellboy almost knocked you out after he saw what happened, he almost jumped the gun, thinking you were about to murder one of his closest friends. When in reality, you were just helping him up and out of the snow.

Keeping calm whilst falling in love with Abe surprised you. The emotions stirring within you set off a few more alarming new powers, but nothing you couldn’t easily cover up. Being in love brought out the best of you, little did you know, Abe was under your spell almost as much as you were under his.

Which is probably why it hurt so much more to see him like this. Love brought so many wonderful things along with it, but loving someone who got hurt on almost a regular basis felt like someone was stabbing at your own heart.

“Y/N...I’ve lived a long time and I’ve never loved anyone the same way I love you.” Abe’s sincerity brought tears of pure happiness to your eyes, even if your heart was still hurting. Wanting to show him that same amount of love, you began with pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Watching the skin under your lips turn a light purple, you grinned at his blush. Pulling away, you bit your lip at the sight of the lipstick mark. It was a light pink, despite the powers you possessed you always tried to contradict them with a more summery attire.

Preferring the way it looked upon Abe’s skin, you began to decorate many different spots with the same mark. Hearing a giggle bubble up in his throat, you hummed at his reaction to your affection. Usually you were the one who would melt under his. But today you had been so worried and you weren’t going to waste another moment.

**

Little did you know Hellboy was walking towards the medical wing with a bunch of files Manning had gifted him. He needed help and of course, the first person he was gonna ask was his best buddy Abe.

“Hey Abe, old pal could you help-” after opening the door, Hellboy discovered a flustered Abe covered in lipstick marks with you sat next to him with an innocent look rendered useless by your smudged lips.

“...I’ll come back later.” HB chuckled to himself, closing the door.

[ashasmonsters]

ah hello! i was wondering if i could request a lemon (( or a citrus, i don’t mind either one ! )) between a fish person — i’m talkin abe from hellboy d&d triton kind of fish person — and a fem!reader who appears intimidating but is quite jumpy? it’s okay if not, thank you!!

For the record, anon and future anons: if you're okay with a lemon, you're probably getting a lemon 😉. I hope you're satisfied with my version of a Mer; I saw The Shape of Water years ago, but hopefully my rendition is to your liking. Enjoy!

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

The cove had been your secret hideout ever since you were little. Even now, decades later, the gentle crashing of the waves and the glimmer of the moon set your mind at ease. No matter what new problems or worries had arisen that day, the sea and sand were always the same… until a few months ago.

Though this region of the coast was allegedly frequented by Mer, you hadn’t seen much of them. One night, when the moon was naught but a sliver, something disturbed the sea foam. The tide was high, and the rocks you sat on had become islands. With your heart pounding, you drew your phone and turned on its flashlight.

The weak beam barely illuminated the wet rocks in the pitch darkness. Turning your head, you searched for the dark shape in the darker water. You weren’t sure what to expect. The crashing of waves mixed with the thrumming of your heartbeat.

Then, behind a rock only feet from you: dim red eyes, reflecting your phone’s flashlight and staring dead at you.

You flinched instinctively. The phone in your hand went flying. You jumped and caught yourself on the rock. Your phone didn’t stand a chance, the saltwater swallowing it up and extinguishing its light. You cursed and scrambled back to the shore. The adrenaline didn’t leave your veins until hours later.

When you returned to your usual spot (in broad daylight this time), you found a woven kelp pouch waiting for you, still wet and smelling strongly of the sea. Inside was a hefty sum of iridescent coins: currency of the Mer, minted from mollusk shells. It took traveling to a neighboring town to find a bank that would take them, but the sum equaled the exact market price of the phone you had lost to the sea.

A few days later, you learned your watery beneficiary was a Mer named Cato. He made himself known to you by breaching the surface a good distance away and sheepishly waving at you. You waved back, an awkward smile on your face. With how secret your cove had been, there was no doubt those eyes that spooked you belonged to him.

“You looked mad enough to kill me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. Flowing, deep orange gill flaps started at his collarbone and ended behind his ears like a pleated ruff.

“Angry? I was spooked, but I wasn’t mad… not at you, anyway. We’re good now,” you explained, the two of you cross-legged on adjacent rocks.

“Well, good,” he looked at you and smiled, revealing welcoming rows of razor-sharp teeth. “I’m glad I was able to make it up to you.”

You simply smiled in response, allowing the ocean to speak over you. While he gazed at the distant harbor, you gazed at him. He, unsurprisingly, had a swimmer’s build: he was slender with muscles that caught your eye once you noticed them. His scales were so fine you assumed he was rubbery, like an octopus, until you saw him up close. Translucent fins protruded from his sinewy forearms and calves and caught the light like sea glass.

You shared the cove with him from then on. While the company of the sea and moon had been fine before, they didn’t have his sense of humor… or his smile. Or his body.

Mer didn’t wear clothes, obviously.

The first time he crawled up on a rock to sit next to you, the lack of dangly bits caught you off-guard; there was an understated slit there instead, and he didn’t seem to mind letting you see it. He never crossed his legs like you did in skirts, anyway.

One night, you sat together on a beach towel with a finished platter of sashimi and seaweed salad between you. The moon was full, his eyes shining the color of burning amber.

“Thanks for sharing the cove with me.” He placed his hand on yours, his claw tips gently raking your skin. You shivered.

“Thanks for being with me, Cato,” you whispered back. He closed the distance and pressed his forehead to yours, a substitute for kissing you two devised to work around his lack of lips and serrated teeth. You reached behind his head and gently stroked his gills, eliciting purrs from him.

“You’re going to destroy my modesty if you keep doing that,” he warned, a little playful and a little nervous.

“That’s okay,” you whispered back. True to his word, his slit had grown puffy and pronounced. In the moonlight, you saw one—no, two— pink protuberances begin to reveal themselves. Aside from their duplicity, each one seemed proportional to the rest of him once fully emerged.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” he said, his voice dry with the beginnings of a rasp. “Before I have to get back in the water.”

You reached between your bodies. He was desperate; you felt the slickness on his cocks and each touch made his hips jump. He always got this way when he spent time on land. You loved the urgency. He did too.

“I won’t keep you waiting, Cato,” you giggled, lying down on the beach towel as he kneeled between your knees. You hiked up your dress and pushed aside your underwear.

“Good, I’m—” you both gasped as one of his cocks entered you, “—pressed for time,” he grunted, his voice rough. His other slick rod nudged against your thigh. You grabbed it, holding it to your mound. As he slowly worked himself within you, the cock outside you ground into your clit. The feeling of fullness from inside and pressure from outside drew squeals from you into the night.

His pace quickened, making you gasp. The friction, the fullness; you felt the pleasure mounting already. His hands met yours atop the member outside you and pressed it into your sensitive nub even harder.

“Come on, I haven’t got all day,” he growled, panting and pumping, “you better be close!” You only cried out in response. His hips rocked into yours like his life depended on it. You pulled him deeper into you, desperate to reach your peak.

Your orgasm swept through you like a riptide. You ground yourself into him, your clit and mound sandwiched between his two cocks, crying out and clinging to his rod with your hands. He fell forward and braced himself against the ground as he came with a growl, his voice strained. You felt him pulse several times, his liquid warmth spreading within you and spurting hot streaks across your belly. You both caught your breaths together, your faces close.

“I’m sorry about the mess... let me clean you up,” Cato rasped, clearly exhausted.

“No, don’t. I don’t want you to dry up on my account,” you commanded, idly running a hand across his defined chest.

“I don’t…” he trailed off as you gave him a stare.

“Cato,” you said sternly. His eyes met yours. He looked sheepish and a little scared... like the first time you met.

“Fine, but I’ll be right back. I promise.” You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours. You felt him withdraw, followed by the sound of his feet walking to the surf. You knew he’d be back, but for the moment, you were once again alone with the moon and the tide.

[the-mushroom-cryptid]

Prince Nuada x chubby gender neutral s/o

He watched them, so fully engaged in their work at the table. Books were spread out in front of them, pulled from various shelves, notebooks full of scattered notes and drawings, and various colored pens and pencils as well. Their hair was messy from multiple passes of their hand through it. 

Y/n was primarily a researcher for their team at the BPRD, the only team that was mostly non-human. It also helped that they were friends with Abe, Hellboy, and Liz. Their nack for research and ability to act as a buffer between non-humans and humans of the Bureau just helped that much more.  And of course, the ability of the first three to pull strings. 

In all technicality, Y/n was responsible for Nuada as he served his penance as an agent of the BPRD. He had been more than stubborn at first, but so had they. 

A loud groan brought his attention forward. 

“Is everything okay, my love?”

“This is the seventh book with all the same information as the others, which is basically to say nothing.”

Nuada sighed and placed a hand over one of theirs. They had been researching the creature that the team first encountered a few days ago. They figured out what it was and some basic information, but other than that there wasn’t much that the books or the Silverlance twins could offer in ways of how to deal with it. 

“Maybe it would be a good idea to take a break. It has been a long while since either of us has had food.”

Y/n lifted their phonte to look at the time. “I suppose you’re right. Do you want to stay here and guard out stuff while I go get food?”

Nuada stood with them. “Are you certain you don’t want me to come with you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Y/n deposited their phone in their pocket and left the room, Nuada watching them go. It wasn’t often that they chose to eat in the canteen. Usually, like this instance, they would eat where their work or comfort was. 

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Y/n knew Nuada well enough by now to be able to grab food for him. Their tray ended up well stocked with food, some of which was also snacks for later. They figured that they would be in the library with Nuada for a little while longer. 

Unfortunately they needed to walk though the group of tables to get in and out of the canteen. They could hear the whispers of some of the agents, feel their eyes on their back. It wasn’t like this was the first time the other agents made snide comments on Y/n’s body, but it was still difficult each time. 

They focused on their footsteps as they walked to the library, but their thoughts couldn't help but come through. Why didn’t they try harder to eat less food or exercise more? A little less food wouldn’t hurt too much. They were just a liability, no other use for them except for research, and even then someone else could probably do it better. They haven’t even found anything useful yet on the newest creature. 

Their trail stopped at the door to the library. They pushed their thoughts away and opened the doors, greeting Nuada with a smile. 

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Nuada watched Y/n. Their mood had shifted since they had left for the canteen, and they were barely eating their food. And their smile from earlier seemed forced. 

“Are you alright, Y/n?”

“I’m fine, Nuada.”

“I don’t quite believe that, see you seem upset, and you didn’t lift your head to answer me like you usually do.”

Y/n didn’t want to lift their head, didn’t want to meet Nuada’s eyes because then everything would come out, tears and thoughts. But it didn’t matter in the end. Nuada still took notice, and with that Y/n told him about the chatter in the canteen, and their train of thoughts following. 

“Oh, Y/n.” Nuada came over to the otherside of the table, pulling Y/n out of their chair and into his arms. 

They buried their face into his chest, letting themselves be comforted by their partner. Nuada ran his hand down their back. 

“Darling, you get lost in these thoughts, but they are simply not true. You are wonderful at what you do. Don’t pay any mind to what others say, or even the paths of thought your mind takes. You are gorgeous, every part. Do you understand me?”

Y/n’s tears grew at the sincerity and emotion from Nuada, and they nodded as well as they could in their current position. 

Nuada placed a kiss on the top of their head. “Good.”

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

Nuada x Abused!Reader

(Requested by @athywinchester​ :Hello! May I have a Nuada x Abused Reader. So Reader works with Reds team, and she was in a very abusive past relationship. So Prince Nuada joining the team and Reader is jumpy tense and distant from him for the reason that he always looks intimidating, so Nuada gets frustrated that she aviods him but seems fine with Abe and Red and when he demands to know why Red explains her past. Nuada becomes intranced and both fall in love! Fluff and implied smut, protective Red and Abe! Thank you! ♥️)

(A/N): This honestly took longer than I expected and its probably the longest story I have wrote so far, but I liked the challenge and i hope all of your like the result!

Warning: Angst, Talk of abuse, fluff, implied smut, Grammatical Error.

Word Count: 6,587

Nuada and his sister were walking down one of the hallways in the B.P.R.D, talking about various thinks, simply enjoying the company of one another as if it was the old days before the war with the humans and them separate.

 "Brother, I assure you Abraham is treating me well." Said Nuala with a small smile.

 "Just keep reminding him that he will be punished for any wrong act he commits against you." Replied Nuada sternly. Nuala just nodded.

 Nuala is happy that her brother finally accepted her relationship with Abraham, but him being overprotective of her can be a bit troubling. Nevertheless, she enjoyed having her brother back. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw a familiar face walk opposite them, with her hand full of files and a troubled look on her face.

"(Y/n)!" She called with a smile, earning the agent's attention who smiled back at her.

 "Nuala, Hey!"

 (Y/n) called back moving closer to the princess but slowed down and the troubled look was back. Nuala was confused by the sudden hesitation to approach her, following her eyes she realized that she was staring at her brother who looked neutral, not showing disdain or hate towards the human agent, which Nuala couldn't helo but feel proud of that he is trying his best. However, her brother wasn't her main concern.

 "(Y/n)." She called again catching the girl's attention.

 "O…Oh!..hmm.." (Y/n) stammered not knowing what to say, she held tight to the files in her arms and started marching forward with her eyes averted to the side. "Sorry I have a lot of work to do, bye!"

 Nuala didn't get the chance to stop the female human as she went past her. The Elven princess blinked a couple of times at what just happened, confused by (Y/n) behavior.

 "What was…Strange." She said breaking the silence. Nuada sighed before he continued walking.

 "It is not your fault sister, its mine." He stated. Nuala's eyes furrowed and she followed him.

 "What do you mean brother?" She kept her eyes on him. His eyes seemed neutral as always but she could see that there was something else.

 "That human is scared of me for some reason." He answered.

 "Aren't all humans in here afraid of you?" She asked casual causing her brother to chuckle at her choice of words.

 "Some are, but they don't cower away as she does." He replied. "When I was first given my freedom all the humans feard me including her, but now, they all mustered the courage to approach me, except for her."

 Nuala was surprised by how bothered her brother looked at the idea of (Y/n) avoiding and fearing him.

 "Maybe she is just intimidated by other creatures." Nuala said trying to assure him but he only shook his head.

 "She isn't." he answered. "If she was then she would be terrified of Hellboy and Abraham but she seems very close with them."

 Nuala stayed silenced for a while not sure of what else to say to assure her dear brother that he wasn’t in the wrong. She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands with a thoughtful stare. Then an idea came to her.

 "I can figure out the real reason." She said and her brother looked at her with a raised brow. She continued. "We spend a lot of time together in the library maybe I could ask her, or at least touch her skin and-"

 She stopped when Nuada held up his hand stopping her. He turned fully to face her.

 "I appreciate you willing to use your powers for me, sister." He started. "But I know how much you dislike using your powers on others, even if it was for me, I don't wish for you to do it."

 Nuala wanted to say something but only smiled at her brother.

 "Very well brother, if that is what you wish." She said with a nod.

 "It is." He nodded back.

 They resumed walking together for a while but Nuada broke the silence.

 "Although, I wouldn't mind telling her that I am not as bad as I look."

 Nuala just nodded as she smiled knowingly at him.

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 Swinging his blade swiftly Nuada was able to decapitate the last creature they were sent to kill, but he didn't care for that. The Elven prince was more concerned for the little human who joined them on this mission. He tried to keep close in order to protect her and to show her that he meant wished no harm to her. However, while he was distracted with the piled up creatures the human must have slipped away because when he turned back she wasn't there. It frustrated him. He started to make his way out of the hallway from the second floor, wondering if the little human was safe when he heard shouting from the foyer on the first floor. Nuada walked slower as he peaked down and saw that the source of the noises was Hellboy, with him were you and Abraham.

 "Great work shrimp!" Exclaimed Hellboy with a laugh.

 "Thanks, Red!" She shouted back with a big smile. Nuada's eyes slightly widened at the sight of your smile.

 Hellboy then picked you up with his stone hand, causing you to let out a sound of surprise. Nuada was about to step forward and stop the demon but stopped when he heard you let out a series of laughter.

 "Let me down, you red abe!" You shouted hitting his back playfully.

 Nuada looked at the scene folding in front of him with almost a pained look when he confirmed that you feard only him and not just other mythical creatures.

 When they finally got out of the ruined manor that was a nest to those creatures they just killed, Nuada stayed a safe distance and he kept watching your interaction with Hellboy and Abraham and you didn't cower at her touch, voice or even sight. Nuada wouldn't admit it out loud but his appearance almost resembled a human's, if his eyes and skin were in a different color, compared to the demon and the fish he didn't look intimidating a lot. Nuada looked up when he noticed that you had to leave the two to join the other humans, that was his chance to approach. He walked a beeline towards Hellboy catching his attention and before he could question what the Elf wanted Nuada spoke.

 "Why does (Y/n) fear me?" He asked bluntly, his face and voice calm and neutral.

 "Uh…what?" Asked Hellboy who seemed taken it back by the sudden question. Abraham just blinked and watched.

 "The female Human named (Y/n)." He started to explain. "She has been avoiding me since the day I joined the Organization. At first, I thought because she fears mythical creatures like any other human, but I always see her acting so friendly to you both, so I am why does she fear me?... and how can I…stop it?..."

 Nuada didn't want to result in asking anyone for help, not wanting to seem desperate or weak in front of anyone. But the human girl made him reach his limits and just wanting answers. Hellboy just looked at him with a raised brow confused, then his eyes narrowed dangerously at the young prince. He placed his stone hand on his shoulder and squeezed, not enough to crush the elf's shoulder but enough to make him wince in pain. Hellboy leaned forward to the prince.

 "Are you planning to hurt (Y/n)?" He asked in a harsh whisper, "Cause I promise to make you regret the thought of it."

 "Red stop!" Said Abraham panicking as he released Hellboy's hold on Nuada. "You are going to hurt Nuala!"

 Despite knowing that Abraham can't stand a chance against the demon's strength, Hellboy let go of Nuada for his friend's sake. Nuada brought his hand up to massage his shoulder knowing full well that it will bruise. He will have to check on Nuala when her returns. Hellboy was going to say something else to the elf but Abraham came between them facing the demon.

 "Why are ya stopping me blue?" Hellboy asked with furrowed brows.

 "Because you misunderstood Nuada's intention, he means no harm for sister (Y/n). In fact, he wishes to befriend her." Abraham said carefully when he turned to look at the surprised prince he explained. "Nuala told me of what was happening."

 "And what is happening?" Asked Hellboy confused.  He looked between Abraham and Nuada.

 "It appears that sister (Y/n) is… intimidated by Nuada." Abraham explained. Hellboy's glare was back to the prince but Abraham quickly continued earning the attention back to him.

 "Red…I think she is ….still…hmm…" He struggled with what he wanted to say, but then found it better to just whisper what he wants to say to his friend.

 Nuada observed as Hellboy's eyes widened in realization. He pulled away and looked down at his friend with a look of concern.

 "But I thought she got over it." He whispered back but Nuada could hear him. Abraham shook his head.

 "No one truly gets over such thing Red." He started to explain. "They either let the pain consume them forever or cope with it or learn from it. (Y/n) got better not because she was strong but also because she had us by her side at all times until she was free again... or at least that what it seems."

 "What do you mean?" Asked Hellboy as calmly as he could.

 "Deep down (Y/n) is still affected by what happened and I believe that prince Nuada's presence somehow triggered those feelings back."

 Nuada frowned at his words. It's true that he still didn't understand what they were speaking of but he heard enough to know that (Y/n) was hurt in some way and he somehow is making her reliving it.

 "What are you doing still standing here?" They all turned and saw it was a displeased Manning. "Get in that truck and return to HQ, we already have enough in our hands."

 Without another word Hellboy, Abraham and Nuada aborded the vehicle and stayed silent throughout the entire way back. There were a lot of moments that Nuada wanted to say something, his mind was filled with questions that he demanded answers to, but he can sense the tension around Hellboy, for apparently whatever you have been through it angered him greatly. When they finally reached HQ Nuada was planning to talk to Abraham and get answers from him, even if the idea angered him.

 "Hey…"

 Nuada looked up and saw that it was Hellboy looking down at him with no previous malic.

 "Come to my room tomorrow morning, but not too early."

 He said simply before walking away not giving a chance to the Elvin prince to say or ask anything. Deciding that this will be better than being alone with Abraham Nuada went back to his room unable to sleep waiting for the next morning anxiously, through it his mind kept imagining the many possibilities of what he will learn tomorrow, of you, of your past.

 ---

 Standing in front of the giant heavy Iron door or Hellboy and his spouse's room. He reached for the small keyboard on the side with the screen and camera and pushed a button to form the demon that there is someone who wishes to enter. From what Nuada learned, Hellboy used to be locked in his room until one of the agents opened the door for him but after defeating him, his army and learning of the human Liz's pregnancy the organization allowed them the freedom to roam around without a schedule. The heavy door started to unlock and Nuada took a cautious step back allowing the door to slowly swing open, but it didn't need to open all the way for Nuada to see A shirtless Hellboy standing behind it.

 "Good morning." Nuada greeted first. His relationship with Hellboy might still be rocky but he never forgets his etiquettes

 "….morning." Mumbles Hellboy before turning around and walked back into the room, Nuada didn't what for an invitation as he walked in after him.

 Nuada was genuinely surprised when he found the room clean and organized. Sounds of purring caught his attention, he looked down to see a couple of cats rubbing on his legs when he followed the trails of other cats he saw in the corner a placed filled with cat toys, cat food, toward scratchers, and the opposite side the letterbox. Nuada furrowed his brows in disgust.

 "I maybe succeeded in cleaning this room, but I can never be able to talk him into giving up those cats." A feminine voice called.

 Nuada turned a saw a heavily pregnant Liz carrying a plat of food which Hellboy quickly took from, and started setting up the small table.

 "The same way I can't talk you out of not moving too much." He said making Liz roll her eyes. She turned to the prince and greeted him good morning which he returned.

 "I was honestly surprised when Red told me that you are joining us for breakfast." She said as she made her way to the table and sat down with a small groan. Nuada followed.

 "He isn't here to just join us for breakfast." Said Hellboy almost disgruntledly, causing Liz to look at him with a confused look.

 "I asked for Hellboy's help last night and he told me to come to him in the morning." Informed Nuada.

 "Problem?" Questioned Liz and she looked between the two beings. "What problem?... What is going on red?"

 He stayed silenced for a while thinking his words carefully, before setting down across from Nuada. He licked his lips nervously.

 "(Y/n) is… terrified from Nuada." He started. When seeing the hint of flame starting to spark from her skin in anger he continued. "Because she is still hurt from what happened before?"

 Her flames died down in realization and the angry look was replaced with one of sadness.

 "Oh no…" Was all that she could say.

 "I came to Hellboy in hopes of knowing the reason for her fear of me." Said Nuada hiding the irritation he felt for being still left in the dark.

 Hellboy and Liz shared a look before he let out a sigh.

 "Its something that happened to her a few years ago, Before you came along." Started Hellboy. "(Y/n) was a new agent and one of the few who didn't judge someone easily by the way they looked or what others said about them. which made her a great asset and a cool person to be around. However, Because of her kind self, it also can make her… A target to some…lowlife, manipulative bastard!.. who deserves to be-"

 "Red!" Called Liz putting her hand over her lover's to calm him, Hlleboy squeezed her hand and released a sigh before looking.

 "She started seeing someone." He continued. "They went out a few times and seemed like a decent guy. He made her laugh, feel appreciated and loved, gave her attention, it wasn't long until they started living together, which if I was being honesty felt jealous of… Anyway, after they started living together something…changed."

 "Changed?" repeated Nuada as he unconsciously leaned forward. Hellboy nodded finding it a little difficult to continue.

 "She started keeping her distance from us." Interrupted Liz giving her lover a reassuring look that she will take over.

 "She stopped visiting Abe and Red or even be around them, she started ignoring me and would exit any room I enter immediately. We noticed the change but thought nothing of it for it wasn't the first time someone tries to befriend us only to fear us in the end… But then I heard from other girls how her body was… filled… with bruises. I ignored it at first thinking it was only from practice or missions, but then we find her every now and then doing paperwork because one of her legs or arms were broken."

 "One of?" Nuada questions with a displeased look.

 "Yes." Confirmed Liz. "It happens every few months, when one of her arms heals, then we find one of her legs is broken. After having 3 limps broken in the span on months the B.P.R.D assigned her for paperwork, pulling her completely from field missions."

 Nuada listened silently with a dark look, he already knew what was happening but he still wanted to hear the end.

 "Then what happened?" he asked, urging for her to continue.

 "Then the disappearing started." Hellboy took over. "She wouldn't show up for days sometimes a whole week, and when she did show up she looked…deranged… If he wasn't around for her to follow she would be lost, not that he ever gave her space."

 "How did you find out?" Nuada asked feeling his blood boil the more he listened, but kept a calm façade.

 "I found him hit her in one of the empty hallways." Said Liz bitterly, the table under her hand started to show black spots of fire she tries to suppress. "She was pleading him to stop, she was crying but he kept going while degrading her. I was so angry that I don't remember a lot of what happened, all I know is that I marched out of there with (Y/n) while he was screaming in the background, I found out later from manning that I burned his entire right arm disfiguring it."

 "That's the least of what he deserved." Muttered Hellboy angrily.

 "And then?" Asked Nuada, his voice filled with malice no longer hiding his anger.

 "I took her to the library knowing that the bastard won't dare come closer to anywhere near Abe or Red." She continued. "I tried to make her talk but she couldn't, she was too petrified by what he would do to her later."

 "She didn't need to say anything." Said Hellboy. "Blue told us everything that she had suffered through. It started with the drunk rages, he would break things, slam his fist on the wall and slap her. Then he demanded that she breaks contact with us, but when she refused he would hit her some more but resulted in breaking her limps because he knew that she will still be around us even through missions."

 "Why didn't she fight back?" Nuada almost yelled. "I saw her fight, I saw how she deals with others idiocy, she is a strong woman who fears nothing, how can she allow that!"

 Liz and Hellboy were taken it back by his sudden outburst, surprised that he actually cares about a human, about you.

 "… Because back then she wasn't the same strong woman today." Explained Liz. "He manipulated her made her feel as if she needed him and how she will be lost without him. There are those times when she did fight back…but… He would …"

 "He would what?" Asked Nuada. "What worst can he possibly do?"

 "Whenever she fought back he would lock her up in the basement, with no light, food, or water for several days."

 Nuada's eyes widened at what he heard. Humans can truly be disgusting and selfish creatures, but to go as far as destroying an innocent person both mentally and physically just for the idea that they can, disgust him greatly. His vision turned red with bloodlust, he wanted more than to find that human and make him pay for everything he had done. His hand unconsciously traveled to the blade resting on his side, which Hellboy noticed.

 "Calm down there, big guy." Said Hellboy putting his left hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "I can understand your anger, but I'm both glad and sad to say that he no longer works here anymore."

 "Where is he?" Asked Nuasda with narrowed eyes.

 "It's kind of a long story but I will shorten it. After Lizzy burned his hand Manning came to confront her, which lead to us telling him everything that he had done, there was a lot of camera footage and clinical files to show that he was a rotten man, but the nail on the coffin was (Y/n)'s confession and the evidence in their home. The bastard made a lot of commission when they transferred him to who knows where, but they fired him completely when he tried to expose the B.P.R.D in anger of what we did to him. But they… Shut him up."

 Hellboy said the last part with a dark chuckle,

 "What about (Y/n)?"

 The chuckle died and a sad look crossed Hellboy's eyes.

 "It was a long journey for (Y/n) to reach what she is today." He began. "She kept waking up screaming at night thinking he was at the door, she cried, doubted herself and nearly quit her job. They wanted to send her away saying how she wasn't mentally stable, no longer fit to work for the organization but… My Father kept her around fighting them back every time they tried to fire (Y/n)."

 "If it wasn't for him (Y/n) wouldn't have been here with us." Said Liz with a soft smile. "With people who would care and love her."

 There was a long silence between them before Nuada finally spoke.

 "She fears me because I remind her of that disgusting being."

 The couple shared a look, silently conversing on what should they say or do next because Nuada seemed genuinely upset that you fear him so much. Then Hellboy finally said.

 "Did you try talking to her?" He asked.

 "I did but she always runs away before I'm even able to say "Hello" to her." Answered Nuada.

 "Maybe show her that you mean no harm and wish her good?" Said Liz, Nuada shook his head at her words.

 "When we go on missions I try my best to protect her but when I turn around she is already gone."

 "Tell Nuala to talk to her for you, they seem pretty close." Siad Hellboy thinking he got it.

 "I already told Nuala to tell her that I mean no harm but nothing came up yet."

 Hellboy and Liz looked at each other again troubled by what to say next, Hellboy was mostly annoyed. They both struggled to find a solution and Nuada could read it clearly in their faces, he released a defeated sigh and stood up, surprising them both.

 "Thank you for your hospitality and help, I have to excuse myself now." He bowed slightly to them before turning around to leave.

 "Hey, what are you going to do with (Y/n)?" Asked Hellboy, Nuada shrugged.

 "I think I will just do my best to avoid her." He said almost nonchalantly but the hurt is in his eyes. "The last thing I want is to make her relive her nightmare."

 He started walking away contemplating what he had just learned of you. His mind filled with memories from he first saw you, back when he was still trying to kill humans, he was filled with so much anger and hate. Maybe that's what caused her to fear him.

 "Wait!" Called Liz pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned to face her.

 "Next week there will be a party everyone will be there including (Y/n), take that chance in talking to her." Nuada looked at her with a raised brow.

 "But she runs away at the mere sight of me." He reminded.

 "But maybe she will be more confident knowing that we are around her and stay around." From her voice alone Nuada can tell that she as well wasn't sure about that idea but it was worth a try. He released a defeated sigh.

 "Very well, I will be at that party." He said with a nod and thanked them again before exiting the room.

 ---

 When Liz told him that there will be a party he expected people in fancy attire, a dance floor with couples waltzing, And the air filled with classic music. He did not expect the disaster he saw. The room was flashing with colorful, blinding lights, the music was too loud and disturbing that he can even hear his thoughts. The humans wearing ragged clothes calling it "Fashionable", making him regret wearing his formal wear not because he stuck out but because he thought they don't deserve seeing him at his best look. And lastly, their dancing, it made Nuada's spine with how they were all rubbing at each other as if they were an animal in heat. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts ignoring everything around him. He reminded himself that him coming here and wearing his best wasn't for the humans' sake. It was for him to get a chance at impressing the human named (Y/n). He scanned the room frowning at the sight of anything that displeased him, he tried finding The demon and his spouse, he wanted to confirm that they are there for him when he did decide to talk to (Y/n).

 Nuada froze and his eyes widened when his eyes fill on none other than her and he was taken it back with what he saw. He saw your smile before, a beautiful smile that warmed his heart and made him smile unconsciously. But wasn't prepared to see how radiating you were tonight. Your (H/c) hair was styled in a way that showed you face and wore a beautiful knee-length (F/c) dress, it was off-shoulder with sleeves that reached your elbows, the upper part hugged your waist and the lower part flowed making you look elegant. Seeing you made him glad that he did wear formally. He couldn't take his eyes from you, you were talking to other agents and laughing at whatever they were saying making him feel a little jealous that he wasn't the cause of that smile. He didn't know for how long he was staring at your direction but he was snapped back to reality when he saw your friends leave you to dance.

 He looked around him one last time hooping to spot either Hellboy or Liz but he saw no one, with a huff he decided that he couldn't wait anymore. He marched up to you avoiding the humans that didn't notice him walk by, he followed you to the table with the beverages and when he finally was close enough he realized that he didn't know what to say. But it was too late and to make it worst the deafening music died down, playing soft music. Biting the inside of his check he mustered up the courage to walk closer and took a deep calming breath. Your back was to him so he coughed lightly to catch your attention. You jumped at that.

 "Oh sorry!... I didn't mean to hog the drinks I will move right now-" Your words stopped when you turned around and saw him.

 He could see how your eyes widened in horror, but he still tried to give a charming smile, and before he could say anything you spoke first.

 "Sorry." You muttered before trying to move away and escape his presence.

 "Please wait!" He called not liking how desperate it came out but in a way grateful because you stopped and turned to him.

 "Yes?" You said still clenching your cup nervously. Nuada noticed how tense you are.

 "Did you read anything interesting?" He asked and when the question left his lips he wanted to punch himself in the face from how stupid the question was. Why am I nervous?

 "Excuse me?" You asked confused making your shoulder slump slightly losing previous tension.

 "Hmm… My sister told me a lot about how the two of you would spend most of your time together reading." He explained. You gave him an odd look.

 "You… told Nuala to spy on me?" You asked almost panicking, Nuada's eyes widened at your accusation.

 "What?..No…I…" He struggled. "I .. I might have asked her to tell me about you… But not spying!"

 The more Nuada tried to explain the more intimidated you looked by him.

 "I should have waited for Hellboy."

 "Good evening (Y/n)." A familiar voice called, and when they both turned they saw Nuala in a blue dress smiling at them both.

 "Hey, Nuala." You greeted back awkwardly. She came forward standing between both of you.

 "What were you talking about?" She asked innocently that Nuada didn't fall to unlike you, he knew his sister is here with a purpose.

 "We were… walking about how … Nuada… asked you to.. spy?...  on me?" You answered questioning her if that was true. Nuala laughed lightly.

 "He never asked me to spy on you silly." She replied Nuada gave his sister an odd look.

 "He didn't?"

 "No, of course not." She said causing both you and Nuada to let out a sigh of relief that the misunderstanding was cleared.

 "But he always asking me about you." That made Nuada tense and stare at his sister with wide eyes, and he wasn’t the only one as.

 "H..He does?" You stuttered. Nuada saw how tense you were being again, and he was ready to turn around, giving up on the whole ordeal, but his sister wrapped her arm around his forbidding him from leaving.

 "Yes." She answered with a smile. "My brother found you interesting and wished to know more about you, but unfortunately there never seems to be enough time or the right place, thus seeking me for answers."

 "Oh… hmm…" You blushed in embarrassment because you knew you were avoiding him on purpose, but you didn't know that they already knew. "I'm… sorry, your… your highness?..."

 "Please stop." He said when he saw you attempting a bow. "And call by my name Nuada, I am sorry for not introducing myself properly."

 "No it's alright, I already know your name we work together after all." You quickly reassured him.

  "I'm Glad." Nuada was relieved to see you attempting a smile, causing him to smile.

 Although the tension between the two of you was still there, Nuala was the one to bring topics to discuss between you. She would bring something about her brother that she knew would interest (Y/n) and she would do the same thing with her brother for (Y/n). As the conversation was going smoothly Nuala started to pull herself away when seeing how engrossed the two of you become with each other without you two noticing. She had seen her how her brother was staring at you, and when she witnessed his failed attempt to talking to you she decided to come forward and save him.

 Nuala glanced over her shoulder and saw how you were talking excitedly with a smile while her brother listened to you with pure interest. She could tell that something was going to blossom between the two of you and she can't wait for it to be.

 ---

 "Sorry for forcing you to say with me (Y/n) I knew how you wanted to go on that mission." Said Liz as she was rocking the bundle in her arm.

 "Don't say that Lizzy, I love spending time with you and the twins and besides…" You avoided the fire that the baby you were carrying burped making you laugh. "Helping you take care of these two is a mission itself."

 Hellboy, abe, and Nuada on a mission leaving you with Liz and Nuala, you could have gone with them but when you saw how Liz and Nuala were struggling with the twins recently you decided to stay and give a helping hand. Nuala comes beside you and reached out to rub the little red plump cheek causing them to smile and for the both of you to go "Awww" over how cute they looked. You looked back at Liz.

 "I'm always ready to help with them." You said with a smile.

 "This one is gonna need to change soon." Said Nuala calmly. Your eyes slightly widened and your smile became weary.

 "Ok, maybe not …one-hundred percent there..."

 That made the two girls laugh as you handed the child to Nuala and kept your distance. Just then the heavy door of the room opened slowly signaling that they have returned. You turned and saw Hellboy, abe, and Nuada, your eyes softened at the sight of the Elven prince and when his eyes fell on you, you shared a knowing look.

 "Where is my family." Called Hellboy as he rushed to his wife and children. Abraham went for Nuala, and Nuada stood between you and his sister.

 Although he was keeping a calm façad you could feel his eyes staring at you, and you glanced up at him when your eyes met again he smiled at you and you smiled back trying not to blush heavily. You had to avert your eyes so no one would notice you.

 "How was your mission?" Asked Liz breaking you out from whatever you were lost in.

 "It was easy." Said Red not breaking his play with his kids. "I finished as fast as I can to come back here."

 "Well, I think I will have to excuse myself." You said with a smile, Hellboy snapped his head up at you.

 "Where are you going we just got here."

 "Red leave her, she has been helping me none stop with the kids she probably wants to rest." Said Liz with a warning look. He nodded his head and looked back to you.

 "Thanks (Y/n) you can go if you want." He smiled at you and you smiled back with a nod.

 "It's alright Red, good night everyone." You said and they all replied.

 But before you left you tucked your hair behind your ear and Hellboy's eyes widened at what he saw. There was a bruise in your neck.

 "Stop." He commanded causing you to freeze. He layed his child gently down before marching up to you. He was focused on you that he didn't notice Nuada's hard stare. He stopped in front of you and pointed at your neck. "What is that?"

 "What?" You instinctively reached for your neck.

 "There is a bruise!" He said almost too loudly.

 He could see the panic in your eyes but that was the only thing he was focused on because if he wasn't so filled with rage he would have noticed your heavy blush. His eyes narrowed at the bruise.

 "Is someone hurting you again?" He asked but he didn't wait for your answer for the moment your eyes quickly glanced at Nuada then back at him he turned to the Elven prince. "You!?"

 He marched to him and was about to reach for the prince's neck before you came between them protecting Nuada.

 "Move aside (Y/n), so I can snap his neck." He ordered still glaring at the elf who was staring at you with awe.

 "No Red, Nuada didn't do anything." You defended.

 "You can't lie to me!... He caused that bruise." Exclaimed Hellboy while pointing at the "Bruise".

 "He didn't!... I..I mean… H.. he did but..." You stammered.

 "But what?!"

 "It's not a bruise!"

 "Then what is it!?

 "It's Hecky!" You finally screamed out with your face beat red and eyes shut.

 You can feel how the room became dead silence except for the twin's whimpering. You felt a hand on your shoulder and when you looked around you saw Nuada giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze that he was with you, which you smiled at. When you turned to look back to the rest you saw that shocked look of everyone especially Red's.

 "A…Hecky?" Repeated Hellboy still not believing what he just heard. You looked away embarrassed.

 "Y..Yeah.."

 "…With him?" Asked Hellboy as he pointed at Nuada.

 "Y..Y...Yeah." You bit your lower lip nervously. "We have been… meeting "

 "I knew it!" Exclaimed Liz joyfully.

 "It was about time you finally tell us." Said abe with a grin that matched Nuala's. Hellboy looked confused at everyone in the room.

 "Am I the only one who didn't know!?" He questioned, His eyes widened as he watched Nuada wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

 "It was obvious Red." Said Liz with an eye roll. "They always eat together."

 "Talk every day for hours an end, only  separated when they are forced too." Continued abe.

 "Disappear together, and show up together." Finished Nuala with wink making you blush.

 Hellboy looked at you almost hurt. You gently pushed yourself away from Nuada who let go willingly.

 "Why didn't you tell me kiddo?" He asked.

 "I.. was afraid you would overreact…because of… what happened last time." You answered looking down.

 There was a pause before you felt his stone hand petting your head ruffling your hair in the process. When you looked up you saw a soft smile.

 "Don't be afraid kiddo." He informed. "I can understand your fear of telling me, and to be honest I would have reacted the same way even if you did tell me eventually."

 You giggled at that.

 "…But to see you finally truly happy makes me happy, and if that happiness is from princy here then it's alright. At least he treats you like a gentleman…" Hellboy then leaned down and whispered. "He does treat you like a gentleman doesn't he?"

 You laughed at his question pushing him away playfully.

 "Of course he does." You said before wrapping your arms around Hellboy pulling him for a hug. "Thanks, Red, for everything."

 "No problem." He returned the hug. And when you pulled away he gently pushed you aside to stand before Nuada who looked unfazed. He pointed a stone finger o his face.

 "If you hurt her in any way I will break your bones." He said threateningly.

 "Red!" Exclaimed Abraham panicking.

 "It alright, I will allow it." Said Nuala calmly with a smile.

 "Nuala!" Exclaimed Abe at her, which made everyone laugh at him.

 It wasn't long before everyone departed to their rooms and instead of waiting until you were alone, you were happy to leave while holding your lover's hand. You sighed exhaustedly.

 "That was scary." You said.

 "It honestly went better than I expected." Replied Nuada as he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around you to bring you closer, you chuckled.

 "I thought he would end up chasing you around, trying to kill you."

 "I believe if you didn't intervene he would have"

 Both of you shared a laugh as you continued your walk to your room. when you got closer you could feel Nuada's hands travel down your body that his hand now rested on your hip, causing a shiver to travel down your spine and your face to slightly flush. He leaned over that he was close to your ear and whispered heatedly.

 "May I spend the night again with you?"

 Your heart was beating fast at this part. Every night since you started being intimate he would ask for your consent first before he could go any further, it was thoughtful of him to ask first you thought but it was still very embarrassing. Nuada of course would stop if you said "No"…But you honestly never could. You looked up to him from your lashed while biting your lower lip.

 "You may."

 At your answer, his hand squeezed your hip gently and his eyes stared at you in a predatory way that made your body shiver with excitement.

 Correction, you never Want to say "No" to him.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story, and be excited for more in the future.

[whetstonefires]

Since you like the Hellboy...*perks up* Can I ask what you like about it? Does this need to be part of the ask game, if so, smash it in there. But opinions! I would love!

Ooh! Hm. This is actually surprisingly hard to articulate.

I’ve been ‘into’ Hellboy for like. Half my damn life now, and while I could have gone on at length about all the things about it I found fun as a teenager it was at its core very much a ‘this makes me Feel Happy’ thing. And now that glow is less intense but it’s bolstered by that habitual sort of attachment you feel to like. Family members.

Let’s see how far I can break this down lol.

I have never been able to much like most of the BPRD tie-in type materials and I was not at all pleased with the films, so to an extent I think I can say confidently part of what I like is the way Hellboy is situated in a superhero-comic-adjacent space while being very much coordinated by one overarching creative sensibility--like, other people were brought in to work on Hellboy a lot over the course of the run, but Mignola always had a unifying voice and even when I don’t actually agree with his taste or values that level of artistic...intentionality? Judgment? Presence? Something like that. Gives the work a sense of...integrity? Maybe just unity.

Anyway makes it feel less plastic than comics often do. This is a corporate product of course but it’s also just Mike Mignola hanging out doing whatever he thinks would be cool. Drawing rocks and monsters because that’s what he wants to draw. I like that.

Some of the higher-quality webcomics you get nowadays, when they don’t take themselves too terribly seriously but aren’t outright comedic, can land similarly in terms of voice, but even just fifteen years ago webcomics weren’t really at that point yet as a medium, and even now most are still amateurish as well as amateur. Which is fine, but different.

To get slightly less meta, I love the collection of genres that are smeared together for Hellboy--we’ve got a lot of detective noir stuff cut together with cosmic horror and like...the genre where people research folklore and then mostly punch it. Does that have a name? And then there are a bunch of other influences stirred in, sometimes for only a single issue, sometimes more.

Mignola managed to be significantly less offensive than average about the way he adapted world folklore into his weird groddy kitchen-sink fantasy system, which is pretty funny because he doesn’t come across as being careful about it at all. Not that I think there was no effort made, but also he just used research as a basis for narrative much more often than he started with a story premise and stretched the creature to fit, which by default gave him less scope for dickery.

Also I think the only god he ever fights is Hecate and she’s handled from a 19th-century-occultist angle rather than a Classical angle.

Also Hellboy fights Nazis and cyborg gorillas as well as like. Baba Yaga and vampires. The balance of schlock and gonzo nonsense to pathos and sensitive emotional bits is usually about where I like it.

The episodic format is really well used. It lets the storytelling style lean heavily on the late-19th-through-mid-20th-century short story genres that it borrows a lot from, and which honestly has always worked better for comics than end-to-end long-arc serialization. I like how the anachronic order of many sections of the series allowed for a lot of ‘building outward from the middle.’

Also it means the story can stay true to its roots and kill off a lot of characters in gothic excess without constantly sloughing main cast or having to do fakeouts.

...I can’t believe that since Hellboy isn’t really emotionally involved with the issue of his birth parents except inasmuch as it explains the world-ending stone hand, the single angstiest part of his backstory is technically when he went on a drinking binge road trip around Mexico in his teens and made friends with vampire-fighting luchador triplets but then the youngest one whom he was closest to was kidnapped by the vampires and Hellboy had to kill his best friend, and this is all established in a random side story that pushes the intentional genre absurdism to its breaking point and is equal parts comedic and grotesque.

(The second angstiest is probably the bit in volume 1 when he finds his dad murdered by frogs.)

I also just love characters who wear trench coats and are actually really clever and knowledgeable and kind but tend to resort, in extremity, to just hitting problems really hard. Okay? I like that. That’s a fave.

Hellboy’s whole character design is very strong, a bunch of dramatic broad-strokes decisions that contrast interestingly against one another, and then a lot of subtler elements layered in crosswise.

The way his relationship to the narrative ‘occult-fighting antichrist figure’ could be really straightforward, but keeps stepping a little sideways off the usual shape of the tropes in a way that creates depth.

He’s a giant red demon guy who stopped aging in the 50s; he’s never going to be able to be ‘normal’ or pretend he isn’t what he is--but also he’s a dude with a government job and probably a Social Security Number who goes and interviews people about the situation and says ‘I’m Agent Hellboy’ and gets called ‘Mr. Boy’ and is just this guy who knows his shit and can take a beating.

(This was one of the major things I hated in the first movie, that they decided to make him this weird secret cryptid whose dad keeps him locked in a vault when he’s not fighting.)

The way the identity thing is never reduced to comfortable binaries with him except by enemies trying to psych him out is just really satisfying. He fights monsters not because he hates them or himself but because he was recruited into this career young and he’s really good at it, and he feels good about helping people who are being victimized.

When something occult isn’t hurting anybody he’s down to chill, and if it turns out they secretly are after all he’s always so tired and disappointed, and if they really aren’t then he has a new friend. Whom he may never see again or may hit up for a game of cards next time he’s in town.

(I also like how he combines ‘being pretty private’ ‘being very casually friendly’ and ‘being an asshole who makes a lot of enemies’; it’s not that unusual a combo for his type of main character but it’s one I enjoy.)

When he breaks off his own horns as part of his rejection of being Anung Un Rama it’s not ‘choosing humanity’ or w/e it’s choosing not to be used for this. His name is Hellboy, which is an objectively awful name but it was given to him by people he loved and who chose him, not the people who made him or brought him to this world to be used, and he chooses it.

And that has weight. That has force enough behind it to carry a world.

Just in general in spite of all the identity stuff he gets swamped with he’s really good at self-knowledge and letting other people’s ideas of who and what he’s supposed to be just wash over him. As the story goes on and shit gets weirder his sense of identity gets shaken, but he never quite loses that anchor in the knowledge that he is the ultimate arbiter of his own identity.

His exasperation on being told via stabbing that he doesn’t get to be King of England even if he is the first male descendant of King Arthur since Mordred is so funny. Why is this a thing, says Hellboy. Why am I finding out like this. Why do I always find out this shit like this. Why would anyone think I wanted to be King of England. I already punched so many skeletons about not wanting to be King of Witches.

He’s got so much righteous anger that comes out when people are treated as disposable, or as less for being not human or less human or superpowered, and of course it’s founded in his own experiences and his own fight for respect but it’s not about him. It’s about the person who’s suffering now.

One time his combat one-liner before shooting something started with ‘The Torch of Liberty said I was the worst shot he ever tried to train’ that’s so funny! I love that!

He’s my boy okay.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

Chapter 42: A True Hero

It has been a week since you both arrived home. You sent the kids to live with All Might because the media now won’t leave the house alone since someone discovered you both are home. Camera men, media outlets, interviewers and more all storm the house daily. Some even managed to break through the fence but Enji would use his quirk to scare them off the property but that didn’t stop them from surrounding the house on all sides. They want to know more about the demon hero who was created by All for One.

Opening the blind: “Why can’t they leave us alone!” Enji says in anger as he shuts the blind again.

Clutching a pillow in your lap “It’s like we are prisoners in our own house. Why can’t they just leave me alone?”

“Even for me, this is a lot.” Zaheer says sitting on the floor next to you, doing his best to comfort you.

Enji comes to your side “I know this must be really rough for you; cameras and being locked inside.”

“I’m fine but I wish we could stop this.”

“You know there is only one way.”

“I know.”

“The last interview you did by yourself didn’t go so well.”

“I plan on doing an interview with you and Zaheer. You both are involved with this.”

“Of course, we will be there. Right, Zaheer?”

“I’m always with you (Y/N), I’ll be there by your side.”

“Can you call to arrange it, Enji?” You say with a sigh.

With a kiss “I’ll call them right now.”

After about another 2 weeks, the press conference is about to start. Hundreds of media outlets from all over the world at there, all of them trying to get the best seats to ask questions. All three of you stand behind stage, all in suits to look as professional as possible. Enji even shaved to look his best. You didn’t, it was a part of you after your transformation, you couldn’t just shave it off that easily. You all walk on stage, almost blinded by the lights and flashes, and sit down in-front of the dozens of microphones. You take a deep breath and begin to speak.

“Thank you all for coming. My name is (Y/N) but some of you know me by my hero name, Hellboy. I know you are all here to ask me about my upbringing but let me tell you one thing before you ask your questions. My past has nothing to do with who I am now. Yes, Zaheer was put inside of me by All for One. Yes, I killed thousands of people. Yes, I was on the run to hide from the United States government for years, there is nothing I can do to change what happened. I didn’t ask for everything that happened to me. I didn’t ask for a demon to be forcibly put inside on me, to be tortured for years, to be tested on. I am here now to be a hero, to help people, to save people. I don’t do this because of who I was but who I am.”

There is deafening silence for a moment before someone in the crowd asked a question. “How do you expect us to believe you?”

You sigh “I don’t expect you to believe me now. I want you to see my actions. Look at what I have done since I have been a hero, look at what I am going to do.”

“Are you a hero to make up for your past actions?”

“Do you really think that low of me?”

“What?”

“Do you think I want to be a hero just to repent? I want to be a hero because I believe it is the right thing to do. Zaheer and I both believe it’s the right thing to do.”

“What about Zaheer?”

“What about me? I have been with (Y/N) the entire time.”

“You tried to take over (Y/N)’s body, didn’t you?!”

“Yes, but I am not now. After seeing the trauma and torment that he went through as a child, I helped him. We grew this power together. No other demon would do what I have done. I love him just as he loves his husband. He wouldn’t be here without me; he wouldn’t have survived that room.”

You look at Zaheer who has now realized his mistake. Another interviewer just asks “What room?”

“It’s a room that turns 1 day on the outside to 10 years on the inside. I was locked in there for 24hours. Once I was let out, I was mentally unstable, being alone for ten years, and I lost my mind and control of the power inside of me. That’s when I killed all of the scientists that performed tests and surgeries on me while I was awake. I can’t ask you to understand what I felt at that time but understand it wasn’t me.”

“I have a question for Endeavor. Did you know all of this when you married Hellboy?”

Looking angry, Enji speaks “What does that have to do with Hellboy?! His past is his past, that’s it. Yes, I knew everything that he has done before I married him but it doesn’t matter. If you could just get a chance to know the real (Y/N), then you would understand why I married him.”

“And you’re ok with him killing All for One?”

“I don’t condone killing but I understand what he has gone through. From the few memories he showed me, the torture, the tests, the isolation, I don’t blame (Y/N) for what he did. For what that man did to (Y/N), I might have killed him.”

“What about Rei? All for One mention her. What does she have to do with Hellboy when she died before you meet him?”

Enji now has flames on his face. You place a hand on his shoulder and look at him. The look you give him tells you it’s ok. His flames die down as he speaks. “She faked her death to get away from me. Our relationship was not healthy and I hurt my wife and children mentally and physically. She kept an eye on us the entire time, watching to make sure we were ok. She was happy to find that (Y/N) came into my life. After the demon fight, Rei came back to sacrifice her life to save (Y/N) so her children and I could be happy. She knew that not having him in my family would cause more trauma.”

You speak up: “She saved me so I could save them. She gave her life because she believed in me.” Making some ice in your hand “She gave me her quirk because she believed in me, not just for her family but for others.”

“HOW CAN WE BELIEVE IN SOMEONE WHO MURDERED A MAN LIVE ON TV?!” Someone yells from the back. You just look at the table. All you can do is just whisper “Please…”

“What?”

“Please…. Just let me prove who I really am. Let me show you the hero I can be. Let me show you the real person I am. I have a demon inside of me and I have horns and a tail but that doesn’t make me not a hero. A hero comes from what you do when there is trouble. At the crossing incident, I didn’t run away, I helped, I saved those in need even though I could have been arrested. After seeing Enji, I chose to stand up, to help, to fight!” At this point, your eyes start to glow brighter as you stand as you ended your speech.

Zaheer stands “I will stand by (Y/N). I will fight with him! We will save everyone! Let both of us show you what we can do!”

Enji now stands “We will all prove to you the heroes we are, just watch us!”

All of the interviews begin to yell and ask questions but you just take both Enji’s and Zaheer’s hands and teleport to the agency. In silence, you sit down in Enji’s office and undo your tie.

Throwing the tie to the ground, “That could have gone better. They didn’t give me a chance.”

Enji looks down at you “Give it time and they will trust you again.”

“It feels like we are starting from scratch…. Again!” Zaheer says sitting on the ground, pouting.

Enji steps towards Zaheer and puts a hand to his face. “You really do want to be a hero.”

“I just want to help people; it feels like the right thing to do.”

Raising an eyebrow: “Are you sure you’re a demon? You don’t really act like one.”

“I may not act like one but I can assure you I am one as I am sure (Y/N) loves you.”

“Oh Zaheer, why do you have to be so sappy; but, back to what Enji was saying. I think they will trust us again. I just wish it didn’t have to take so long. It took years just for the public to trust Zaheer now they know what I did. Even after he is gone, he still is effecting me.”

Now coming to you. “Don’t think like that (Y/N), he can’t hurt you anymore. I just wish people could see what you have done at the stadium. That was the main reason I took you in. You sacrificed yourself to save people who could have easily turned you in. That to me speaks volumes about your character.”

You look at Enji for a moment and your eyes light up with excitement. “I have an idea! Why don’t we show them?”

“What? Use your mind control on the public? That’s impossible.”

“No, there were cameras there the entire time.”

“All Might said they deleted everything.”

“I know how the US works, there is a record of everything.”

“I’ll see what I can do, give me some time.” Enji says kissing you on the lips.

“Zaheer and I will do our best until we find that tape. Thank you.” You say kissing and hugging both Enji and Zaheer.”

“Can we go home now; I’m getting hungry and I want out of this suit and shoes.”

“Sure thing, I’ll cook your favorites when we get home.” You all then disappear in a blue flash.

Next Chapter

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

Sorry I'm a little late this week. The day just got away from me.

Aries

Life is all about risk, so go out and take some. Walk under a ladder, break a mirror, and eat some pineapple. Yes, eating pineapple is risky. There is a small segment of the population that is allergic to it. Are you sure you’re not? Be a hell of a week to find out.

Taurus

It’s November, meaning it’s time to bring in your plants from off the porch. But only the small ones. The big ones can be grown from new seeds next season. But those cherry tomato and garlic plants can sit in a window and keep growing. Add oregano plants and you’ll be making homemade spaghetti dinner soon.

Gemini

Playing table-top dungeon crawler games was all well and good, until your DM started looking up creative traps. Gelatin desserts are really incapacitated baby slimes, round doorways are actually filled with a silent, rapidly-spinning fan that’ll slice-and-dice anyone that walks up to it, and stairs that have brake-away steps that let the foot drop into a spike trap. Remember: G.M.’s aren’t out to kill your characters, the dice are! So bring your own!

Cancer Moon-Child

Looks like your time in jail for that shock dart won’t be that bad. You’ve got lots of time to draw up new designs for NERF gun modifications, and you gained a nickname: “Angus”. The question is what are you going to do with all those rubber bands and chewing gum you’re being given?

Leo

Homemade sushi takes some practice, a rice cooker, and the desire to eat what you make. An “Ahi Maki Roll” (ah-HEE, mah-KEE) with tuna sounds great, but not if it’s made with Chicken of the Sea. Yes, using actual raw tuna is expensive, but that’ll just encourage you to learn quicker.

Virgo

Your Halloween costume wasn’t bad, it just showed the ages of the people trying to figure who you were. One age bracket called you “Blitzo”, another one said you were “HIM!”. You want to stay away from the house that said you were “Naked Hellboy” next year.

Libra

You want to start your Christmas gift buying now? Really? Fine! Here’s a suggestion for something most people won’t already have: The International Flag of the Planet Earth. Yes, it’s totally a real thing! Why get a political flag, like the Klingon Empire’s, when you could get all your friends a statement of true unity?

Scorpio

There is an old saying: never look a gift horse in the mouth. To that end there’s no reason you should be worried about containers of Fancy Feast cat food showing up at your door overnight. Your cat loves it. What’s wrong with this picture?

Sagittarius

Bribing that cat with food is only going to last so long. You need to find a way of keeping her quiet permanently. Go study case law regarding testimony of animals in murder trials. Based on that, maybe just don’t do anything. Bribery might be your ally.

Capricorn

Now is not the time to go swimming in Lake Erie. The water is about 16c (AKA 60 Freedom Heat Units), so it would be painful to jump into. But now might be a good time to start practicing for the annual Polar Bear Plunge. If nothing else it’ll help your body start burning off all those lock-down calories you’ve gained. Or just turn on the cold water in your tub. It’ll be safer that way.

Aquarius

It’s time to put that spare pumpkin to good use at your next party. Open the top and scoop out the innards like you would to make a jack o’ lantern. Next make two full pots of coffee, pour those into the pumpkin and season with cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, cloves, and ginger. Your Pumpkin Spiced Pumpkin is now ready to serve anyone crazy enough to drink coffee out of a gourd!

Pisces

You bribed, we heard. According to the new Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition Zodiac Signs list you are a “Wizard”! Congratulations! Don’t bother trying to decide on a wand versus a staff for casting yet. Unless you can catch an owl on your own, it won���t matter. You’re not fooling anyone by cutting an apple in half and claiming it’s a shy barn owl.

[lucifers-trash-stash]

Burning Red

Summary: When a poisonous demon hurts you on a mission, Hellboy takes it upon himself to take care of you.

Word Count: 1,384

Warnings: Mild mentions of violence, sexual tension and mentions of sexual acts, very fluffy romance, very flustered hellboy

It happened so quickly. The long gnarled claws of the demon you were facing lashed out at you before you even registered the action. There was a searing, burning pain in your thigh, and you stumbled backward, the demon following you down. Before it could tear into you any further, a sudden loud blast shot its brains out of its head, causing the being to collapse. Before it even hit the ground, Hellboy’s large arms were wrapped around you, holding you to him as the waves of agony began to crash into you. You held onto his shoulders tightly as your head began to swim, unaware of what was happening to you. This must be the effects of the venom you were briefed about before leaving headquarters. So much for being careful and staying out of harm’s way.

The next few hours were a blur. Your stomach churned so much you were certain you were going to hurl, or perhaps you already had. Too many people rushing in and out of your line of vision. Sterile white smudges. But there was a large red mass that stayed by you the entire time. Why was Hellboy here? Having a friend beside you during this was nice but you weren’t sure why it was him instead of Abe or someone else.

Suddenly you were being lifted from the bed, barely reacting to anything going on. All you could hear was a muffled voice saying, “I’ll watch over her.” But you didn’t care. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to float to wherever you were going to go. 

Warm. Fuzzy and warm. You felt like you were stretched out on a fluffy cloud. All you wanted was to stay there forever, but the pounding in your head kept growing harsher. You opened your eyes with a groan, and found yourself face to face with a very fluffy calico cat perched on your chest, purring and staring right at you. The fluffy cloud was apparently a bed with a couple of cats on in, all snuggled up to you. 

When you started to move, you heard a familiar voice mumbling, “Hey, give her some room,” as the cats started to disperse, or in the case of a few of them, shifting slightly and flopping back down again. Hellboy picked up the calico on your chest and held her while giving her head a rub with his stone hand, earning a rumbling purr. He looked you over, asking, “How are you feeling?”

“Still kinda loopy.” You tried to turn on your side to address him better but your bandaged thigh felt like it was burning and you winced. 

Hellboy stood up from the chair he had set up beside the giant bed, letting the cat down onto the floor as she slinked away. “Be careful,” he said sternly. “I’ve got to clean it again anyways. So hold still.”

You nodded, not minding his gruff attitude. Even though he acted tough all the time he was a teddy bear underneath, and his swarm of cats were enough to attest to that. Even so, he looked troubled and you weren’t sure why. Your wound couldn’t be that bad if the medic staff let him take you away.

As his large hands began working on the bandage around your thigh, you were suddenly aware that you weren’t wearing your pants anymore, just your black panties. A heat rose to your face as you realized that while you fantasized about getting Hellboy to see you showing a little more skin, you never imagined it being like this. At least you were wearing your lacey pair. 

His hands were so big and warm, they practically engulfed your thigh. Even through the stinging you felt the familiar chill of arousal travel through your body. This most certainly wasn’t the time or place and yet you yearned for those thick fingers of his to stroke up and down over the silky fabric of your panties. You wondered how thick they’d feel inside of you, even just one of them but if he added more… And those rough stone fingers, how would they feel? 

Your thigh trembled slightly under his touch, and his fingers twitched as he peeled the bandage back and began applying more ointment to the wound. You hissed in discomfort for a moment before there was a cooling sensation, feeling so good against your skin. His massive hands massaged the salve into the scratch, and while you knew this wasn’t any sort of ‘massaging tanning oil on the beach’ sort of fantasy, you still felt your heart racing. 

“Red,” you huskily whispered, not meaning to sound as wanton as it did. It was then you noticed just how red his face had turned, even more than his normal shade. He looked like he was holding his breath as his gaze met yours. Before you could second guess yourself, you blurted out, “Red, I love you.”

Hellboy spluttered for a moment, his eyes avoiding yours, though he still held your thigh in his hands. “The poison’s making you loopy. Don’t worry about it.”

“But Red,” you whined, watching as he turned to grab the clean wrap to put around your wound. “That’s not true.”

“I said don’t worry about it. You need to rest,” he responded curtly. He now refused to look into your eyes as he stretched the cloth around you. 

You reached out and suddenly held his face in both of your hands, forcing him to look up at you. His cheeks were hot to the touch and his sideburns were much softer than you had imagined. His yellow eyes met yours. “I’m not lying to you,” you whispered, feeling his jaw tensing beneath your palms.

“Why would you love someone that let you get hurt?” He asked, catching you off guard. He sighed shakily. “It’s my fault you’re even in this position.”

“We all knew the danger.”

“Except I wasn’t quick enough,” Hellboy grunted. “The poison wouldn’t have affected me nearly as much so I should have been front and center. Not you.”

Leaning down, you captured his lips with yours, interrupting him before he could go on another rant. He didn’t move, like he was scared to hurt you, and you simply kissed him tenderly for a long moment before pulling away and pressing another soft peck to his lips. 

“I’ve loved you for a while, Red.” You stroked his cheeks lovingly as you stared into his eyes. “You saving me didn’t change that. If anything, the fact that you’re taking care of me and staying with me right now proves you care and that you’re a good man.” You glanced off to the side. “I don’t know if you feel the same way, but even so, it means a lot to me.”

He let out a long sigh through his nose before mumbling, “We can talk about it after you get better. Try to relax and get some shut eye.”

When he pulled away from your touch to finish tying up the wrap, you said softly, “I would sleep better if you were up here with me. It’s your bed after all, I don’t want to make you sleep on the chair.”

Another shade of deep scarlet passed over his cheeks as he looked down at you, so small compared to his large frame. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand before throwing both hands up dramatically in defeat. “Fine. But I’m just going to watch TV. There’s enough space for you to sleep without me bothering you.”

But as soon as he propped himself in bed next to you, you couldn’t help but curl up to his side and drape yourself over his chest. He didn’t say anything, perhaps pretending you didn’t have as much of an effect on him as you did, but he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close anyways. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed helped calm you down, along with the low drone of whatever show he had turned on. Just before you drifted off, you could have sworn you felt him press his lips to the top of your head, his hand gently rubbing your back as you fell fast asleep on him.

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Tagging: @opheliadawnwalker3​ @vizhi0n​ @kijilinn​

[noonymoon]

You Have Been Lied To #4

hello again!

in the first few posts we have talked about

how the public narrative is carefully constructed by a global elite

how our entire perception of our past and how we came to be was shaped throughout history

how the myths and stories about a great flood and giants throughout all the cultures are real

how there are children going missing in massive amounts

and why they are going missing 1 & 2 

while i am not at all hurt on a personal level by the fact that many people start to unfollow me - i really don't care for status, fame, pleasure, distraction, an online-reputation, or ANYTHING at all anymore -, i am really saddened that only a fragment of people care for the Truth. the only thing i can do is keep going and pray that people will wake up in time. many others have begun to wake up (a lot of people woke up because of the Qanon movement but i am not a Qanon).

in this post today, i'm going to shed light on what Nazi-Germany actually was. i personally didn't dig deep into my own research because i am entirely overloaded with all kinds of researches and Hitler is not really my favourite topic in the world. but i've read a great book that pulls from many well-researched sources, plus i am using my common sense. when you can count 2+2 together and it makes sense, you know that ist is the Truth. the 2+2 we are going to look at today is the following:

- we've learned that the mainstream media and the entertainment media serves mainly two agendas: 1. to keep the truth away from us, and 2. to shape our perception of WHAT is possible, what is fantasy, what is truth and what is just too crazy to be real. right?

so, according to this parameter, let me ask you the question: why do you think there are SO MANY movies and works about the Nazis being deep into occult knowledge and into mystical artifacts? Captain America: Civil War, Hellboy, Wolfenstein, the Indiana Jones series, Iron Sky, The Keep, and many others are part of this concealing of Truth. the reason why Hollywood wants us to believe that this thought is too fantastical and too absurd to be real is that the Nazis truly had religious interest in the occult.

here is a brief overview about the topic 

there are quotes by Hitler himself which make one think what the heck did he mean by that...? (looking at it from a public narrative perspective ofc)

according to what i've learned Hitler was a huge follower of the teachings of Madam Helena Blavatsky - who founded Theosophy, basically the doctrine where the New Age movement gets pretty much all its ideas, and on which all the secret societies are founded: the Knights Templar, Golden Dawn, Freemasons, Rosicrucians, Ordo Templi Orientis, Illuminati and many more.

this image alone speaks volumes once you realize what’s being communicated.

the Lemurians? the Atlanteans? THE ARYANS? after breaking the veil of deception that is around all of us, it couldn't be more obvious that Hitler was deep in the occult knowledge that was brought forth by Theosophy in 1875. it simply does not make sense at all that Hitlers only goal was to create a race that "has blonde hair and blue eyes" (though it plays a tiny role in this as well). Hitler truly believed with all his rotten heart that there is a race that is superior to regular humans. this religious belief burned in him and his Nazis like an insane fire and they went on a lot of expeditions around the world to find more occult knowledge and also a very specific thing which i am not mentioning yet.

there are a ton of actual real photos of Hitler and his Nazis in Tibet visiting the monks, and also Hitler in the Antarctica (which is a whole rabbit hole for itself but that one is really crazy *lol*) and whatever you've heard in the public why Hitler went to these places, it is not the Truth.

when i was still in this witchy community on here, i often saw posts that basically told Nazis to f*ck off and stop using Runes. back then i had no concept of why any Nazi would use the nordic runes except maybe the superficial thought of "Germans are germanics are nordics" or whatever *lol*, the Truth is, in Hitlers quest to unlock as much as occult knowledge as possible, he also visited Iceland and studied the Nordic Edda. [ Hitlers goddaughter was also named Edda, just throwing this in here ] - Guido von List (an Austrian living in Germany) was apparently the first one to assign mystical meanings to the nordic runes and founding an occult Religion named Wotanism, he died in 1919.

another thing i want to point out is the Swastika. you probably know that the Swastika is pretty much an ancient symbol and appears in ALL kinds of cultures of this world. there is a reason for this that goes deep beyond any regular comprehension, but the public narrative is that Hitler simply stole this symbol and made it a Nazi-Germany symbol, but the truth goes much, much, much deeper than that.

of course we can pretend like all of these connections are just "coincidences" and of course we can cling to the public narrative that is telling us lies, lies, lies. i dearly encourage everyone who wants to know the Truth about this world to start researching. in all of the previous posts i've mentioned and linked really good starting points. you don't have to be a Christian or believe in Jesus in order to find out about the world we live in (though, after discovering all of the pieces and puzzling them together, the most logical thought for me was to literally RUN towards Jesus and i know this is different for everybody but i am praying for you to find Him). i know a lot of this sounds crazy and flat-out foil-hat-kind of way. but always remember that this image of the Truth is on purpose. people who dig into the Truth get out-cast, people who discover the Truth and want to wake other people up are being labelled as wrong and crazy, get silenced, get threatened, get assassinated.

to say it in Hitlers very words: "Truth is not what is; Truth is what people believe it to be" .... sadly, that is very true in our society today. everyone just picks and chooses what they want to believe and there is no concept anymore of ultimate Truth because we are being lied to from each and every side. and i know this sounds radical and Noony how can you say something like this, and so on and so forth, i really GET IT. i understand that it sounds radical, i understand that it isn't what people WANT to hear. you can condemn me all that you want, i really do not care anymore, this is way too important than setting my own comfort above it. Truth is truth, and lies are lies.

one of my favourite scriptures in the Bible is "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." --- John 8:32 ... it could NOT be MORE accurate. it's actually mindblowing how relevant and true these thousand year old words are, especially today. i've never felt so light and free and happy and sane EVER before in my entire life. i've quit my psychopharmacy drugs a while ago (i've been taking prescription drugs for more than 10 years) and my life is looking just bright and wonderful right now, and this even though i almost died in April, still recovering from it. i am more courageous, more filled with love, more motivated, more friendly, more calm, my household is doing just fine, everything is clean and neat, i am doing my chores, my plants are thriving, and even though i am literally ALONE 24/7 (real life AND online) i never ever feel lonely. and i am living with wide open eyes and even though this world is HORRIBLE, i am peaceful now. the Truth really DOES make you free. i've stopped with all kinds of toxic things, from sugar to drugs, you name it. i don't crave neither stimulation nor attention anymore. it's incredible. i can only recommend it. what God and his prophets also foretold over 2000 years ago that it would be EXACTLY like this. "evil will be considered good, and good will be considered evil" - people who speak the truth and do the good deeds will be demonized by the masses.

doing witchcraft and magic and believing in the New Age NEVER felt evil because i was never harming anyone. and i am pretty sure that 99,5% of you people on here feel the exact same way. we are being conditioned by the entertainment media to believe that magic is wonderful, innocent and curious. Disney is doing a GREAT job easing little children into the concepts of magic and fantasy. and i know most of all people never harm anyone with their magic. and God didn't forbid us to do magic because he doesn't want us to have fun or to have a spiritual life, or because he thinks we don't deserve any of the things we can do for ourselves magically. God will HAPPILY provide each and every need of us. the reason why God forbid his people to practice magic, sorcery, divination and witchcraft is to protect us from being deceived. now, a lot of people will rebel mentally, and that's okay, i was the same way. before you haven't discovered the truth and combined all of the puzzle pieces, it really just doesn't make a lot of sense, is really provoking and sounds bad. i was really wrestling with all this myself. now, i am grateful to the Lord that this wrestling process ended up in me being OPEN to what He has to say, and discovering the Truth instead of rebelling and living a lie any further. Praise God for not giving up on me with my stubbornness.

today, i've listened to an interview with the Illuminati Defector that i've mentioned in an earlier post, who was going to be one of the highest ranks in the Illuminati (Queen Mother of Darkness). her name is Jessie Czebotar and she has made it her mission to bring light to this worldwide matter and help survivors being rescued. please listen to some of her interviews, it’s mind-blowing what she has to say.

honestly, when you realize how EVIL these people are and that they ARE witches and druids and that they USE the occult and witchcraft and magic on an EXTREMELY high and incredible level, the LAST thing you WANT is to continue doing the same thing. like. i am not judging anyone here, truly. because we simply do not know what's going on. but when you suddenly realize that EVIL PEOPLE like Hitler, like the Illuminati and the Freemasons and all of these secret occult societies did and ARE doing the same thing of which WE regular people think it's no big deal and it's okay, you simply wanna run, run, run from it as far as you possibly can. at least this is how i feel about it. i am not forcing anyone to believe me, i am simply encouraging you to at least find out why i am saying all these things to you, and then decide for yourself.

Jesus said that we will know them by their fruits. a good tree can only create good fruit and a bad tree can only create bad fruit. a good tree can not create bad fruit and a bad tree can not create good fruit. it's really quite simple.

God bless the ones that read this with an open mind.

[fyrapartnersearch]

Calling for dedicated roleplayers with a passion for writing

Hello! My name is Aaliyah or Ally for short, and I will cut right to the chase. I am looking for a mature role-player, preferably 21+ but will also accept 18+ (just to be sure that you are of legal age, otherwise it’ll be very uncomfortable).



As I am 26 years of age with 12 years of experience, I hope to meet someone who shares my passion in creative writing, as well as formulating interesting plots and characters. 

In case you are curious about me as a person, I am a full-time student and a young writer who works at the gym on the side, but also enjoys other creative outlets such as drawing. Usually my schedule is fairly full, including the attendance of friends or family. However I always have ample time for a good roleplay. :) 



I am seeking a literate writer who is committed to a long-term partnership, and by that I truly mean it. Please do not respond if you are uncertain of upholding a stable roleplay. Furthermore, I’ve noticed the “ghosting after the first few messages“ trope is a fairly widespread issue in the roleplaying scene / community. I would like to implore you from refraining it. I’ve grown quite irritated by it lately and rather like to avoid it in the near future. That way we don’t waste anyone’s time. Thank you in advance. If you are hitting a hiatus, that’s completely fine! A simple message of putting things on hold is completely sufficient, but I would like to keep in touch in case the story bears great potential. Now I have a wish, or as other say it, a certain craving for something new and fresh. And that something is quite specific, as my interests are a little unorthodox. Not the typical ‘Marvel, DC, My Hero Academia, etc’ type of stick. (Not to throw shade on them! They are great! Just not my cup of tea at the moment)


I heavily enjoy video-games, tv-shows, comics, films, books, the list goes on. Hopefully I can attract some kindred spirits. 
 I do roleplay both Canon and Original!



So if there’s no luck in finding a fitting Canon based story, we can always switch to original world building. First, I like to list all of my heavy cravings and interests. The ones marked in bold are usually the ones I am very willing to do.



Books:

Harry Potter Next Gen (original character cast)

True Blood

Vampire Hunter D (or Manga / Anime)

Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Game of Thrones

Videogames:

Dragon Age (from Origins to current instalment)

Castlevania

Devil May Cry

Infamous series

The Darkness

Smite

Star Wars the Old Republic


Webcomics:

Lore Olympus

Lookism

True Beauty

Comics:

Constantine

Hellboy

Witchblade

The Darkness

X-Men

Films:

Alita Battle Angel

Kingsmen

Vampire Hunter D

TV-Shows live action:

True Blood

The Boys

Vikings

Game of Thrones (Open for discussion. Still haven’t recovered from the season finale however…)

TV-Shows animated:

Hellsing

Castlevania (Netflix adaptation)

Devil May Cry (Anime adaptation)

Demon Slayer (I have only started watching this)

FMA Brotherhood

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Black lagoon

As for original plots, I am very keen on urban and gothic fantasy, but also mythology as well as horror and crime and action. I have plenty of ideas up my sleeve, some of them quite fleshed out and some of them being concepts in the making. Either way, I would rather have these ideas introduced throughout email or whatever platform we choose to communicate on. Themes for an original story I am most inclined to do are:

Supernatural / Metaphysical (Demons, Angels, Spirits, Monsters, etc.)

Mystery

Crime

Action

Sci-Fi & fantasy (Aliens coming in contact with unsuspecting earthlings during the middle ages / ancient time-periods)

Urban fantasy mixed with high school / college themes (similar to Supernatural with local monsters, creatures, etc)

Now onto the qualities of what my roleplaying partner should have.

What it all entails: What the Partnership should be: I strongly encourage an active roleplayer who is not afraid of sharing 50% of ideas, plotting, length, detail but most important of all, passion. A bird cannot fly with only one wing. Communication: I love making new friends and brainstorming, and communication is the bedrock of it all. It strengthens our compatibility and the story. Should there be anything that might bother you, or if you think you are left out in some type of way (be it a mistake on my part or if we’re both at fault here), simply tell me. It really doesn’t bother me rewriting certain scenes to better fit the narrative. We can always exchange opinions and see what would benefit the story most. The Way of Writing: No one-liners. No text-talk. No half-assed replies. And certainly no ‘quality over quantity’ when you can have both. I don’t expect anyone to write a novel, absolutely not. I don’t either, but if I get the feeling of my partner wavering in their effort and not investing as much as I do, I have to give them the chop, unfortunately. Too often have I encountered partners who showed strong enthusiasm at first, but after a while… they slacked and eventually only put the adequate effort into their side of things whilst completely disregarding my characters. I hope to avoid this in the future. And now to myself and how I write: My writing: Third person perspective usually, although I have made some exceptions in my years of writing. My style is wide-ranging and flexible, which means that frequently, word count will go up 1000+ per reply - though it also depends on the given situation and partner. And yes, I do double, preferably even, most likely in a canon universe. However this again wholly depends on the type of story, partner and cast of characters. I am very open and willing to discuss.


Rating: So you are writing with some of mature age. I have 12 years of writing under my belt. There will be violence, there will be swearing, gore, intimacy, uncomfortable topics, drama, conflict and other dark themes included when you are writing with me. I have few limits but I will respect the boundaries of my partner. And lastly, I won’t fade to black or skip out on the nitty gritty, unless it doesn’t serve a particular purpose in forwarding the story.

Characters: I write canon as well as OC characters. Faceclaims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description is absolutely sufficient. Characters should be written as opulent, flawed, unique, talented, heroic, villainous, spiteful, angry, and everything in-between. In other words, don’t be scared of making them flawed.

Romance: Openly play and accept characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I might be more adaptable with this one. If the chemistry of two characters compel me, I’m on board with it! When it comes to sexual scenarios and intimacy (intercourse, foreplay, all that funny business). I encourage eroticism, but always in a tasteful, sensual manner (that goes for romance as well), though it is never the main focus of any of my stories, rather a tool to further the plot. Erotica is welcome but never the focus of any kind of roleplay. Content: Drama, violence, sex, metamorphosis, symbolism, action, romance, pretty much everything is a-okay. I am not explicitly bothered by certain subjects that may be uncomfortable for the general public. Roleplays are fictional stories and we best keep treating them as such. If there are things you are uncomfortable with, name them and I shall respect those boundaries. But don’t be surprised when suddenly one of our characters bites the dust, or gets tortured, etc. It may be difficult to write and read, but it is all part of the story and a tool for furthering the plot. My roleplays imply and involve brutality, mayhem, psychological and physical altercations among other things. But I also endorse beauty, serenity and placid moments for our characters to grow in. I love it when it comes full circle… everyone- and everything has a beautiful and hideous side. Again, this is mature and I am not here to coddle, I am here for a challenge. Should I hit a hiatus myself, I will inform you as soon as possible. :)



Platforms I usually roleplay on are email and google-docs. I also have Discord in case for plotting and chatting outside of the RP. Though Google Hangouts has proven itself as a sufficient chat-medium for such things, so I rather stay with that one. 



When you message me, please use the given codenames so I know what you like to specify in.

Blue Rose: Canon 


Red Feather: Original 




I’d be happy to receive a small description of yourself and what your passions are! :) Message me here: EMAIL: aylosreverie@gmail.com I am very excited to hear from you! Sincerely yours -Ally

[eddycurrents]

Abe Sapien: Lost Lives and Other Stories - “Witchcraft & Demonology”

Words: Mike Mignola & Scott Allie | Art: Santiago Caruso | Colours: Dave Stewart | Letters: Clem Robins

Originally published by Dark Horse in Abe Sapien #30 | January 2016

Collected in Abe Sapien - Volume 9: Lost Lives and Other Stories | Abe Sapien: The Drowning and Other Stories

Plot Summary:

Also set in 1983, Abe gets a lesson on Gustav Strobl and his book Witchcraft & Demonology from a stranger.

Reading Notes:

(Note: Pagination is solely in reference to the chapter itself and is not indicative of anything within the issue or collections.)

pg. 1 - I think this is interesting in how it continues on after Abe debriefing regarding his mission in Mexico, but changes tack to an entirely different conversation, relevant to what was going on in the present day narrative. It’s a nice way to nest disparate tales within a sequence that you wouldn’t necessarily have put together since they were released a couple of years apart originally.

pg. 2 - Bruttenholm being dismissive of Strobl’s provenance is funny. Also, I love the overall design of the book. 

pg. 4 - Sure...Mallory from “research”. Convenient that he walks in to tell Abe more about Strobl just after Bruttenholm leaves.

pg. 5 - The artwork from Santiago Caruso and Dave Stewart is just gorgeous. I absolutely love the linework and the shift in colours for the flashback really emphasizes the change in time period.

pg. 6 - I’d love it if books just magically appeared if I wondered about them.

pg. 8 - This is just gorgeous. It’s also interesting to see how this dovetails in with Strobl’s return to the Black School.

pg. 10 - This gathering of witches is incredible. Reminiscent of Duncan Fegredo’s in the main Hellboy series.

pg. 12 - Love this depiction of Orobas. He’s one of the traditional Princes of Hell in the Goetia. He’s often used as one of the first evocations for people starting Goetic workings, since he’s one of the demons that typically doesn’t deceive or harm the magician who has conjured him. Leaving Strobl to believe that he’s Satan is a little out of character.

Per Aleister Crowley’s Illustrated Goetia his office is “to discover all things past, present, and to come; also to give Dignities, and Prelacies, and the favour of friends and of foes. He gives true answers of divinity, and of the creation of the world.” (Crowley, DuQuette, Hyatt, Wilson. Pg. 185)

pg. 13 - Love seeing Asmodeus. The Bride of Hell is one of those great Hellboy stories and it’s nice to see this depiction of the demon again.

pg. 14/15 - Gorgeous double-page spread. Also I find it kind of funny that Memnan Saa is more or less a footnote in Strobl’s tale. That he built himself up to be a huge and major player in BPRD: Hell on Earth but is basically a bit part in Strobl’s story.

pg. 16/17 - This is just stunning artwork. I love the depiction of Hell, complete with those vaguely European houses off in the distance that we saw in Hellboy in Hell.

pg. 18 - I would think that anyone who saw much of Europe in World War I would think they’d arrived back in Hell.

pg. 20 - It’s kind of funny what people will convince themselves of. Not even considering that maybe the object of their obsession will have other plans.

pg. 22 - I like Abe’s suspicion, and how “Mallory” just ups and disappears.

Final Thoughts:

Santiago Caruso is an Argentinian artist primarily known for his fine art illustrations for book and album covers. I believe that this is his first and only foray into North American comics, but it’s one hell of a damn good entrance. His detailed, classical illustration style with beautiful pen and ink shadows and composition are damn near perfect for this story. His Hell and demons rival that of Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. Beautiful work.

It’s also interesting how this one further fleshes out Gustav Strobl’s character. It’s definitely something that better informs his history and purpose, especially as it was originally released leading into the final story-arc.

d. emerson eddy is not classically illustrated.

[i-ndil-cuimhne-ar-daniel]

Tag Game

I was tagged by the wonderful @par-merlin

Thank you for thinking of me ☺️😘

Nicknames : Belle, or mumbles (as in, RocknRolla mumbles; it must be his cute tiger-ears helmet vs the cute tiger-ears diadem I used to wear 😂)

Zodiac : Sagittarius

Height : 169cm

Last thing searched : “Aachen Christmas fair”

Favorite musicians : Joy Division, Rammstein, Metallica, HIM, Iced Earth, The Smiths, etc., although it often more tends to turn into a ‘favorite songs’ kind of thing.

Song stuck in my head : Tell the world I’m sorry (Gardenian)

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future? Go back in time. I want to see how Stonehenge was build. Or hang out with the historical figure(s) Merlin was based on, that type of thing.  

Do I get asks : Not really

Following : I just checked….uhm….a lot, let’s keep it at that 😂 I’ve clearly got no self-control, and, honestly, I’m fine with that. Seeing all those lovely posts just makes me happy ☺️

Would you rather be rich or famous? Rich, money brings more useful options, and, besides, I’m not the spotlight-loving type  

Amount of sleep : Anything from 4 to 8, if I’m lucky

Lucky number : 5

What I’m wearing : Jogging pants, Eeyore socks, Dublin T-shirt, blanket over my shoulders. Comfy.

Dream job :  Toy creator or island caretaker (hell, why not: a mix of the two).

Dream trip : England (Scotland), Northern Ireland and Ireland, in an old campervan

If you were an animal, what would you be? Do you know Rags, the Brussels Griffon from the series Spin City? That would be me, but as a Japanese Chin 💖

Favourite food : Surinamese

What are some of your favourite books/films/shows/games/etc.?

• Books : Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, Kiss of the Fur Queen by Tomson Highway, Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, A season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud, The Chosen by Chaim Potok, Naked Lunch by William Burroughs, One flew over the cuckoo’s nest by Ken Kesey, A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, In stillen nachten by Till Lindemann, On The Road by Jack Kerouac, It’s a slippery slope by Spalding Gray, Tailchaser’s Song by Tad Williams, Dreamcatcher by Stephen King, and now I’m going to stop myself, because this is getting ridiculous. Obviously, a book lover.

• Films : Anything from John Wick, to Big Fish, to Schindler’s List, to Death to Smoochy, to Frailty, to Hellraiser, to Mad Money, to Hellboy, to Labyrinth, to Mystic River, to Venom, to The League of Extraordinary Gentleman. I’m all over the place, love movies. Special shout-out to the lovelies with dark aesthetics, like The Crow, Reign of Fire and Constantine. And my guilty pleasure: The Boondock Saints.

• Shows : I usually just watch bits and pieces, as I simply haven’t got the patience. But I love the different Tumblr versions of most series 😁 I did watch all episodes of Merlin and CSI NY, and I have a soft spot for shows containing supernatural elements, like Supernatural (duh), Constantine, American Horror Story, etc. Oh, yeah, and I do watch an insane amount of true-crime shows 🙈

• Games: Don’t really play, sorry

Play any instruments : Learned to play the flute as a child, but doubt I could still now. So, no, unfortunately.

Languages : Dutch, English, German

Describe yourself as aesthetics : Cerulean blue clear skies with rays of sunshine bringing little sparks of gold, interspersed with the occasional dark-gray moody episodes. An Irish forest shrouded in early autumn fog; standing on the edge of a cliff. The smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning, coupled with some leftover pizza. Some days I drink a glass of whiskey before 9 in the evening.  Afternoons spend sitting in the windowsill; evenings spend outside, the smell of burning wood and the freshness of the descending cold in the air.  Tattoos and hair dye. Book, movie, music, internet, preferably all at the same time. Cuddles and kisses. A happy little mix of très chic, slightly punk, some leftover goth, comfy, and men’s shirts. Will bite when hungry.

Your turn, if you wish to accept : @predatoryflamingo @fayn3ko @managerie76​ @ixallow @josephineedwards0617 @professorsparklepants @yourspookyginger @flakelli @frankie27 

Sorry if you’ve already been tagged before; I do follow an insane amount of blogs, which means stuff sometimes gets buried underneath a huge pile of posts.

Veel liefs / with love ❤

i-ndil-cuimhne-ar-daniel

[kierongillen]

Writer Notes: The Wicked + the Divine: The Funnies

 Spoilers, obv.

 I suspect this will lean a little shorter than usual, partially because it’s more an editorial, sitting back position than any other issue of WicDiv and partially as DIE is out tomorrow, and there’s a lot of plates I’m keeping spinning.

 But let’s see, eh?

 Last year, when we did the Christmas Special, doing a comedy special was the other option. We decided to keep that in the can, simply because I was trying to visualise what on earth it would be like. Would I ask people to write stuff? Would I write it all? Could I somehow get The Wicked + the Canine to fill the whole issue? We went for Jamie’s idea (which required less conceptual engineering, so was easy, despite being more actual writing work) and saved this for the end.

 Which is nice. End of school party, right?

Jamie/Matt’s Cover: Jamie and I have a piece of performance twitter, where I make puns and he pretends to hate them. Okay, that’s not true at all. He hates them, as is only right, as they are designed to be hated. When we have Skype calls, and Chrissy and I sit beside each other, when I drop a pun, Chrissy makes a face which… well, Jamie’s wants to grab it as a gif. It’s quite the thing.

 Anyway – a variety of responses to puns. The pun is, I suspect, the best one I’ve dropped on twitter. One day I’ll write an essay on What I Do With Puns. But not today. It didn’t get a ludicrous number of retweets when I dropped it (and deleted my whole stream, as I do sporadically – don’t worry, I store everything before I do). It had an afterlife though being reblogged on tumblr (I think last time it was about 130k interactions), used in big websites’ pun round-ups, put on T-shirts and straight up stolen and tweeted by other people.

 So let’s stick it on a cover, and show the variety of responses to it. Of course, Baph would like it.

 I really like what Matt did with the colours here as well.

 Margaux Saltel’s cover: Margaux is great. I got to know her distantly when C was editing superfreaks, and actually got a chance to hang properly at this year’s thought bubble. She’s got a real playfulness to her art, which this fascinating design sense. Adorable big dog staring at the reader was the first thing I thought of when planning this issue, really.

IFC

Intro page to explain what’s going on, with pop-comic design by Sergio, headlines courtesy of C. If you haven’t read it, give it a scan, because I big up all our collaborators.

How did we decide how to ask? Far too many options. Our comic friends are very funny. We tended to ask people as it occurred to us, see how many pages they wanted to do, and then work out how many pages we had left

The Wicked + the Canine

I lured Erica into this by basically promising her to draw six pages of as many dogs as she liked. Write for your artist.

The pun was basically to amuse Chrissy, and grew into a story. I thought it could be longer (and it could have) but realised it’s best to cut it short – the backbone of Ananke as trainer, and the dogs as untrainable pups, is basically the core of it. Plus the big kick in seeing everyone done in dog form.

I threw some ideas into the mix of how the dogs could be differentiated (For example, Sakhmet as a cat and Woden as clearly-not-a-puppy in a cone of shame) but really left it to Erica to draw whatever dogs she liked. I actually suggested they all be Labradors, but Erica wanted to stretch and play, and it’s all wonderful.  The worry is in terms of race-coding the dogs, which is something we avoided.

I think my favourite is Baphopup.

The white-background and “get in the sack” is a wonderful bit of cartooning. How the lack of background stresses it all.

That it was basically done to make C laugh means that it’s part of a history of my dog based comics, which also includes the Christmas issue of Journey Into Mystery, where Loki has to give away seven hell-hounds. I think Thori is the character I co-created for the Marvel Universe who has had the longest life in terms of being used by other people. Adorable sweary murderous puppies can’t go wrong.

I’m pleased that people seemed to like it. That it’s a six page story where the joke is “Evil old lady doesn’t throw trusting pups in the river” is not exactly family comedy special material. I suspect if you’ve stuck along with WicDiv this far, you know what we’re like.

This is also a story which implicitly spoils the book, in terms of Ananke being a shameless manipulator of the pups. A lot of the stories are similar, which means this is a comic designed for relief of those who came along for all the issues.

The Wicker + the Divine Lizz Lunney is one of my favourite British cartoonists, and whole fierce scowl has petrified me for the decade or so I’ve known her. Lunney hadn’t read much of WicDiv before, so we lobbed her the PDFs, and found something fun to mock in terms of how ludicrously call-back-y we are.

Go support her stuff. She’s great.

The Lost God

Chip’s just a phenomenon, and his rising career across the last decade has been basically the most delightful surprise in the period. Immediately I have to swallow the urge to do the usual “Because he’s rubbish” chip-baiting joke, which says a lot. Chip is so much fun. That he’s both one of Marvel’s biggest, most interesting writers now and half of one of the most popular and definitive indie comics of the period is something else. Like, he’d be a legend if only for his internet jokes. That’s a footnote now. Amazing.

Anyway – we meet the first Kieron and Jamie version. Chip’s one is delightful – the over-tortured pun is on the money, but the real joy is Jamie McKelvie’s Hellboy-esque hyper-developed single arm. Every time I look at that, I laugh. Plus the accent. Marvelous.

“Wossat?! Time paste this nob, innit?” is just poetry.

Gentle Annie Vs The World

Talking about poetry…

Chrissy is WicDiv’s editor and also a poet, and has done some indie comics before – as well as co-editing the anthology Over The Line, which is an introduction to Poetry Comics. This isn’t that. This is her just channelling her loathing of Gentle Annie’s obfuscatory nonsense, and I love it so.

Clayton and Dee step in on the art duties. It was Clayton’s idea to drop in the Scott Pilgrim parody Annie at the top, which is very cute, and implicitly shows the modes he can work on. The realism of each scene, and the sense of place is great. Also, the Banshees poster in the doctor’s office is hilarious.

Making A Difference

This is fun. Romesh is a proper famous comedian, and digs WicDiv, so thought it’d be fun to write for the medium. As his script was coming together, I thought of Julia Madrigal’s Giant Days issue, and realised it’d fit well. She had to do it on her trip to Japan, which involved some hilarious jetlag.

Dee’s doing some powerhouse things here with the purple-white lighting too. That’s hyper-strong.

“Fresh Prince of Baal Air” is a hell of a line, in passing, and I think this may have the prize for the darkest punchline of the whole issue.

5 Things Everyone Who’s Lived With Sakhmet Will Understand

I loved Hamish’ Pantheon, which is a playful but entirely accurate retelling of Egyptian myth. Hamish also won this year’s Russ Manning Promising Newcomer Award, so clearly should be doing something else rather than being talked into playing around with us lot. Thankfully, he didn’t.

I think my favourite moment is Persephone’s glance up as Sakhmet walks across the keyboard.

18 Go Made In Wiltshire

Kitty and Larisa have done a bunch of stuff, but I have to put a special plug for where I first met them – TAYLOR SWIFT GIRL DETECTIVE: SECRETS OF THE STARBUCK LOVERS. It’s illustrated prose, and utterly delightful, so was honoured to have them along.

This is all an accurate and extensive skewering of what we’re doing, with a not-perfect Scooby Doo mash-up. I did try to talk them out of including all the characters, as that’s so much work, but they could not be stopped. This meant that working out speaking orders was the main formal issue to worry about.

Now, there’s lots of mockery of me in this issue, but reducing Laura down to “Everyone is so hot! Let’s make out with them!” was absolutely the I Feel Called Out Right Now moment. She’s more than that, right? Right?

While the “WicDiv is a scooby do plot” complete with “Evil old man reveal” is lots of fun, the bit which makes me laugh every time I flick through is the “I would have got away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling ki—” “Oh, fuck off.” Oh, Lucifer, Never change.

Enquiring Minds Want To Know: What’s Your Guilty Pleasure Song

Cover-artist Margaux joined by the irrepressible Kate Leth. I’m really into how the two play together – Kate wanted to cut things tight, and the “Short moment” illustrated with Margaux’s warmth is fascinating. Like, have the two other Norns ever looked more delighted and engaged than they are at the end of page six?

In terms of Kieron and Jamie baiting, Grumpy Jamie in full Captain Marvel Gear and me trying to write an essay in any given space is fun and mean (which is how we like it). And I’ve just realised that writing more about this script would only be underlining Kate’s point, so I better stop.

Secret Origin

I wrote it, and offered it to Jamie. Really, the point of the specials is to create a space in the schedule so Jamie can get ahead, but he couldn’t resist this one. It’s cathartic closure, at the least.

Choosing the puns was tricky – I realised it had to be a chain, so chose this one which amused Katie West, which was tweeted when visiting them in Edinburgh. So I was in range of punching.

As always, this is Jamie expression masterclass, and a little self-mocking of my tendency to go full clockwork in my story universes is fun. I hope so anyway.

28 pages of comics, which is quite the thing. I don’t suspect we’ll be making much (if any) money from this issue after paying everyone, but that’s fine. It’s a party, innit?

Oh, it was nearly 2000 words. It’s never short, is it? It’s never short.

WicDIv 40 is out tomorrow (December 5th), which starts our final arc, “Okay.” Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for reading.

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Prince Nuada x Mischievous!Reader

(Requested by @athenacross27 : If I may have a Nuada x reader where reader is Hellboy's younger adopted sister and she likes to be mischievous to hide her fear maybe like a trauma? She teases Nuada allot but one day after a hard mission she hides and has an anxiety attack and Nuada finds her, confesses and fluff! Maybe implied smut in a funny way just to make it fun 😁)

(A/N): I had a lot of fun writing the story for this request and I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Talk of mental illness, loss of a loved one and implied smut.

It has been months since his defeat against the Hellspawn they call "Hellboy". When Nuada lost the challenge for the control over the holden army, Hellboy ha knocked him out of consciousness and when he woke up he found himself in the confinement of the human's organization that the demon served under. They all made it clear that if it wasn't for the link that bonded him to his sister Nuala's mind, body and soul, they would have killed him a long time ago. So instead they decided to keep him imprisoned until they see it is safe for him to roam around and maybe join them in missions. Nuada fought at first but seeing how much pain he brought to his sister with every escape attempt caused him to stop. After that, he decided to endure whatever the humans threw at him but he was not ready for the annoying human by the name (Y/n).

 Its as if it was her life purpose to drive him insane. The first time he learned her name was behind the iron doors, she would come to visit him almost every day just to taunt him, he tried to ignore her but it was impossible not to throw comments back at her. The day came when the humans trusted him enough to allow him the freedom to roam their base, aside from the group of human agents with their guns pointed at him his sister was there to greet him with a hug, which he returned.

"Aw, it's always touching to see family reunions."

Nuada's eyes widened at the voice. He scanned the humans, his eyes landed on a grinning girl standing beside Hellboy who was waving at him. Nuada pulled away from Nuala the pointed an accusation finger at her

 "You!"

 "Nice to finally meet you Sassy-pants."

 Her comment made the demon cackle. "Sassy-pants! That's a good one (Y/n)."

 "For the millionth time you wretched human, its Silverlance!"

 Nuada marched towards her with anger but was blocked by Hellboy.

 "Not a chance buddy, my little sister is off limits and if you dared to hurt her in any way you are dead."

 "Red!" exclaimed Abraham.

 "Ok!.. ok! Not dead just back to your room."

 ---

 After his release, you didn't leave his side always following him around to tease him. at first, it was you, him and Nuala but after a while, it was just the two of you. At the moment you were in the training room watching him as he swung a staff around with such elegance that made you drool every time you saw his muscles flix.

 "I thought the training room was meant for training, not ogling others."

 His words snapped you back to reality. Nuada didn't look at you as he said those words and kept training but you could see the hint of a smirk that crept on his face. You turned your head trying to hide your blush at being found out.

 "I was training Sassy-pants, I'm just taking a break."

 You could hear him stop to let out an annoyed sigh that made you smile. The time the two of you have spent together behind the doors and in person had brought you closer in some way, close enough that he doesn't even bother getting angry when you call him by that name, just annoyed.

 "Human, I have a question for you."

 "You want to take me to dinner?"

 "What?...No!" he said with a look of both disgust and embarrassment, which made you laugh.

 "What is your question princy?"

 "What is your true relation to the demon?"

 "My…brother?"

 "But you look nothing alike." He stated with a confused look.

 "Wait!... Did you think that we were blood-related?" You laughed. "And I thought you were smart!"

 He let out a groan of annoyance at you causing your laughter to die down but your smile is still there.

 "He is my adoptive older brother, we maybe were not born from the same blood but we were raised by each other's side."  You explained as a distant look crossed your eyes.

 "We were raised by the same man, who didn't care for what's in the surface but for what's in the heart."

 Just then images of your father flashed before your eyes. That night you were the one who found him, you were supposed to help him examine the body they brought back but he started before you, and when you finally came it was too late. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Another image invaded your mind and this time of Red being stabbed by Nuada in the heart, seeing him wince in pain every moment the silver piece went deeper and closer to his heart, how weak he became, how he almost died in Liz's arms. Your breathing has slowly become rapid.

 "(Y/n)!"

 You snapped your head up and was met with golden concerned eyes. Nuada was right in front of you, his staff long forgotten on the ground and his hands holding your shoulders to steady you for your legs felt weak. Noticing your surroundings more you saw how you were securely hugging yourself as your body shook slightly. Realizing what was just about to happen you quickly pushed Nuada away from you and started to walk away but the Elven prince was right behind you.

 "(Y/n)-"

 "I'm fine!" You said as you turned around to flash him a big smile. "I'm just tired from all the work today I think I will take a nap."

 Before Nuada could say anything you turned on your heels and started to march back to your room where you stayed there until the next day refusing to see anyone including Red.

 ---

 After a few months, the B.P.R.D. finally trusts him to go on missions as long as he is accompanied by Hellboy and Abraham. They didn't have a choice since The human named Elizabeth was pregnant therefore unable to join them, (Y/n) on the other hand had no problem.  From what he learned it wasn't her first mission and from what he saw in their joined time in the training room she could take care of herself pretty well.

 They were meant to investigate the disappearance of human children, thanks to Nuada's royal influence over a few elves they were able to find out that it was Baba-Yaga. In their search for her Hellboy suddenly disappeared. They couldn't reach him or locate his whereabouts. Nuada noticed how (Y/n) seemed composed as she barked orders at everyone to search for him. After hours of searching and waiting Hellboy finally returns with a confident grin as he told them of how he killed Baba-Yaga. (Y/n) tackled him with a hug then proceeded to yell at him their entire way back to headquarters on how reckless he was. She might have been the younger sister but it was clear she was in charge.

 After giving their report everyone went back to their rooms. Nuada, however, couldn't sleep. he made his way towards (Y/n)'s room feeling that something is wrong. Before he could knock on the door he could hear the muffled sounds of crying, panicking he reached for the handle and slowly opened the door. When he peeked in he saw leaning against the wall, your skin was red, tears running down your eyes, you clenched your side as you struggled to breathe, you tried to say something but your words made no sense. Wasting no time, Nuada hurried to your side and ever so gently placed a hand on your shoulder, you flinched at his touch and looked up to him.

 "Shhh…It's alright I'm here."

 "N... Nua-" you struggled to say his name. carefully Nuada led you to your bed and sat you down.

 "You can control it (Y/n), just try to breathe from your abdomen, not your chest." You struggled to follow.

 "What do you feel?" he asked as he placed his hand on your cheek.

 "I..I fe...I feel ..y..y..your hand."

 "That's good, what else do you feel?" He then took your hand and placed it on his cheek.

 "C..Cold…i..i can..i can feel..your scars."

 "And here what do you feel?"

 He took your hand and intertwined it with his own. Your rapid breath started to slow down as you looked down at your hand with his, you stroked his hand with your thump.

 "R..Roughness…your…your hands..are rough."

 Both of you stayed like this and after a few minutes, Nuada was able to calm you down. you were held comfortably in his arms, even though you were now fine he refused to let you go.

 "When did it start to happen?" he asked breaking the silence, you bit your lip afraid to answer.

 "I… I think I always had it but got worst after…my father's death."

 "What do you humans call it?"

 "…..Anxiety attack…"

 "Hmmm… and what caused it this time?" He asked straight forward which almost made you laugh at how blunt Nuada can be. You took a deep breath before answering.

 "When Red suddenly disappeared… I was afraid that I was going to lose him too."

 You could feel Nuada's hold on you tighten, he wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him. the both of you were so close you could bury your face in the crook of his neck if you wanted to, but didn’t and only rested your head on his shoulder, though his scent that was like the forest still reached you and it helped you calm more.

 "I doubt that he would die that easily, I believe he is the kind that is too stupid it can't even die."

 "Don't say that he is still my brother!"

 You hit his chest playfully but couldn't help the smile that spread on your face as the two of you shared a laugh. You felt one of his hands started to massage your scalp, which soothed you further.

 "Hellboy, will not die on you, he cares for you too much."

 "….I just don't want to be alone in this world."

 "You are not alone." He assured you. "For I shall always stand here by your side."

 You felt your heart skip a beat at his words and you were sure that your face was growing red from embarrassment, you can’t deny your feelings for him but you still didn't want to seem weak so you looked up to him and flashed a grin.

 "What are you in love with me or something?" you tried to tease him but froze in your place as you felt him lean forward to you his face dangerously close to yours.

 "And what if I was?"

 His lips then gently pressed to yours, you felt your entire body tense before you melted into his arms. When he was about to pull away from you you leaned forward to kiss him back not yet having enough of him which he was surprised to at first but was a pleasant one as he wrapped his arms around you to keep you pressed against him, your kiss turned from gentle to passionate. When the two of you pulled away from each other you were panting, you tried to pull your body away from his but his grip on you became possessive refusing to let you leave his hold. You bit your lower lip when you saw the look of pure lust in his eyes, and you would be lying if you didn't feel the same.

 "You know its kind of late to go back to your room." You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, your faces so close your noses could touch. "Would you like to stay the night?"

 His response to you was a smirk before he pushed you down as you let out a series of giggles.

 ---

 "Where is (Y/n)?" Abe asked as he joined Nuala and Liz to breakfast. Liz shrugged.

 "It's usually her that is at the table first but we didn't find her, so Red went to check on her."

 Abe nodded understanding, (Y/n) wasn't very well after yesterday's mission. He then turned to Nuala.

 "What about Nuada?"

 "I haven’t seen my brother this morning either."

 "Maybe slept in?" Said Liz.

 "I'm not sure he never misses training in the morning."

 Their conversation was cut short when they saw different agents run to the Cafeteria doors, which confused the three. Abe caught the attention of one of the agents stopping him.

 "Excuse me but what is going on?"

 "Is there a mission?" Liz asked confused that the sirens didn't go off. The agent shook his head.

 "Hellboy is chasing Prince Nuada through the building with a gun trying to shoot him down."

 "WHAT?" The three exclaimed.

 "NUADA!"

 They all turned their head and none was ready for the sight that greeted them. A shirtless Nuada was running away from a VERY angry Hellboy with his giant gun. Nuada ran towards them only to jump over their heads saying "Excuse me." Then he continued to run to the other exit. Liz not wanting her lover to get into trouble stood up and blocked his path, forcing him to stop.

 "What are you doing Red? If you keep acting like that Manning will get angry with you…Again!"

 Red pointed his stone finger at the Elven Prince.

 "That fucker slept with my little sister!"

 He said before moving around Liz to catch up to Nuada. Abe and Liz were both shocked at what they just heard except for Nuala who was laughing.

 "That explains what I felt last night."

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I hope you enjoyed the story and if you did don’t be afraid to request.