#hellboy 2 the golden army

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Luke Goss as Prince Nuada in Hellboy II: The Golden Army 01/?

[eterwan]

Prince Nuada

[brenni-murasaki]

[hydravns]

HELLBOY 2: THE GOLDEN ARMY (2008) Dir. Guillermo Del Toro

[gender-luster]

Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008) / Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022), dir. Guillermo del Toro

[writingoddess1125]

hiya!

Could you do Prince Nuada from Hellboy 2 and reader?

This one has taken me a while- Also thank you for reigniting the LOVE I had for Prince Nuada! Ugh! So sexy!!

I do hope this is to your liking since it did take some warping.

1. I gotta keep Nuada and Nuala alive so the ending didn't happen

2. Introduce elements from the comics aka Hellboy had adopted siblings.

OKAY ENJOY! I TRIED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Half Breed

Prince Nuada x FemReader

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After the fortunately failed suicide attempt from Nuala which had horribly injured both twins- Nuafa had been captured and the two rushed back to the Bureau for emergency treatment, Which fortunately allowed the Elves to survive the whole ordeal.

Nuada had been placed in custody of B.P.R.D first as a high level prisoner for many months after his attempt to wipe out humanity.

After being in solitary confinement for far too long a deal was struck with him to work for the organization due to his knowlege of the world and to get out of solitary help all that had been damaged.

He had agreed- begrudgingly and because Nuala insisted.. it had been nearly a year of this all- When something interesting took place.

Nuala and Abe walked down the corridors together, talking about recent books they had shared before Abe paused.

"Oh?-" He looked around calmly before seeing the warning lights come down shining blue instead of the normal red for emergencies.

"Is there an emergancy?" Nuala questioned, a bit nervous of what it could mean, But Abe gently touched her shoulder with his gloved hand.

"No no- Just a old friend. Everytime she visits her and Red play a.. Game of sorts like tag" Abe explained, Nuala smiling at hearing this. Nuada who had just returned from a mission turned the corner seeing his sister and the fish man, frowning but looking to the lights.

"Whats this?" He asked shortly, Abe repeating his answer from before.

"Warning lights for a Game?" He questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Well they are only allowed to have this game once a year and for 5 minutes- mainly due to the property damage that always happens" Abe said truthfully as the elven twins looked surprised by this. A childish game causing property damage?

As if right on cue there was a loud crash the trio turning to see Hellboy running full force in their direction like a train.

"MOVE MOVE!" He yelled loudly, as he ran past them. This was the fastest any of them had seen him run even in a life or death situation, right as he was about to turn the corner a black boot came barrowing down on the side of his cheek, knocking him to the ground hard before the smaller figure ran down the hall Red had just gone through.

"You're it!" She yelled and the trio watched- There running past was a women. Dressed in all black leather tactical gear with her silver hair in a long braid, the ends a sunset gold- (Y/S/C) skin with unique etchings found in only elvish culture paired with amber eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure see what she was-

"Timer Abe!" She yelled, Abe looking to the small watch he carried.

"4 minutes and 26 seconds left- Also happy youve returned safely" He called out to (Y/N) who dashed down the hallway.

Nuada eyes widened as he couldnt help but follower her with his gaze, something about her drew him in. The trio sticking to the walls as they tried to follow the action- it was like a massive battle taking black between a giant and a tiny titan. While Red was slamming into walls cracking cement with his weight and arm- (Y/N) was doing flips and hung to the light fixtures above to keep an advantage.

"Happy to see you too!!!"

He could only describe himself as being mesmerized by her.. Every turn, giggle and jump just seemed to bewitch him and it terrified him.. It wasn't till a loud alarm snapped him his gaze making him jump a bit in surprise- the game was over it seemed and Hellboy returned with his sister, the demon clearly glum from losing.

Nuala eyes widened as she watched (Y/N) jump around Hellboy with a happy smile at winning the game. Figuring what she was but disbelieving of course even after this entire endeavor. A leath-fola. A Half-Blood Actually existed in this world? The embodiment of a union between a human and one of his own kind-

"I win Red! So that's 28 for me and 25 for you. Best luck next you!" She said cheerfully as Hellboy grumbled and pushed her head away with his small hand.

"Yada Yada short stack-"

She noticed the looks of the two meeting their gazes and Nuada immediately felt his heart beat pick up- Confused by the sensation he glanced to Nuala assuming it must be her however she seemed calm and relaxed.

"New Agents?" She questioned looking at the twins, Abe nodding with a 'smile'

"Prince Nuada of the Bethmora clan.. This here is my sister Princess Nuala" He introduced both formally, watching how her smile seemed to radiate as he spoke. It made him feel like he had had stepped into the sun for the first time in years..

"It's lovely to meet you both! It's so lovely to have new faces here in the facility" She said cheerfully, reaching out in a friendly matter and patting both twins on the shoulders.

It felt like Nuada had been shocked by the most pleasant bit of electricity that left him flustered and confused. His sister finally glancing at him as she felt his emotions and gaze a smile, a twinkle of what could only be described as mischief in her golden gaze.

"Yes.. new faces... now if you'll excuse me" Nuada said quickly before dismissing himself- trying to control the panic that was eating him on the inside and the warmth that bloomed in his body. He practically ran back to the space he was forced to call a room and lock himself inside. Nuada stood in his room pacing back and forth. His mind racing and heart uneasy- unknowingly for hours as he tried to calm himself from the sudden feelings that seemed to slam into him.

A knock on the door bringing him from his thoughts as he quickly opened the door, surprised to see his sister standing there in a evening gown.

"Sister, what are you doing up? You should be resting.." He said softly, allowing Nuala into the room.

"I can not rest with you so worked up brother" Nuala said softly. The prince sighing as he realized he had kept her up and took a seat on the corner of the bed, Nuala sitting next to him as well.

"Well- It sounds like she is your fated partner" She pointed out and Nuada immediately felt anger in his blood.

"You're thinking about the leath-fola (Y/N)? Right?" Nuala said softly as she rubbed her brothers shoulder to comfort him. He frowned at being so obvious and also for the form of comfort.

"Yes- She... makes me uneasy" He says, lying a bit to avoid the words he wanted to use. Nuala smiling at this.

"Do not speak such foolish things-" He hissed, Nuala flinching at his harsh words.

"I am not fated to a mortal of all beings" He started but Nuala held up a hand.

"She is not a mortal however brother.. You saw" Nuada was ready to argue but couldnt- his face twisting up.. The damn half-breed was not his fated partner NOR was it going to be the siblings of the demon.

He would prove it...

For the first few weeks that (Y/N) was there, Nuada had been rude and snide. Hissing insults about her mixed blood, shoving past her or even straight up ignoring her. He expected she would take the abuse since she didnt say anything about it but he had been wrong- so terribly wrong.

It took only one time calling her "Dirty" in terms of her blood to get the hardest punch he had ever taken to the nose- It made his eyes water and fall to a knee infront of her..

She grabbed his silver hair and pulled him close so they were eye to eye-

"Listen here- Keep insulting me like this and I'm going to tear your ass a new one. I don't give a Flying fuck if your a price or whatever- I will fuck you up" She hissed at him-

Nuada felt more confused then he ever had before- The pain seemingly going with the fluttering warmth he felt in his face and blatant arousal that was Damm near impossible to miss- (Y/N) seeing his widened eyes and the flush of color on his pale face, like he was frozen and her own golden eyes traveled down at noticing some new movement.

"O-Oh-" Was all she said- Clearly just as surprised as Nuada was at this point. Her fingers carefully releasing his silver hair as warmth went to her own cheeks.

Nuada wanted a blade to the heart at this point...

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 13: Hellboy (Pumpkin Spice)

Friday the 13 in October no less! Happy 13th of Fictober besties as always I hope you've all been enjoying these fics especially this weeks smutty fics and I hope your excited for more festivities in the next couple weeks of Fictober.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Spice and everything nice. No specific pronouns or descriptions are used though the reader does work as an exotic dancer.

"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.

Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.

"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.

"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.

You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.

"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.

"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly

"They aren't want honey?"

"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.

"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."

You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.

"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.

"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.

"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.

Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.

"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.

"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.

"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.

"Really? and why's that?"

"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.

He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.

"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.

Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.

You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.

He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.

Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.

"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.

"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.

You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.

He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.

"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.

"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.

Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.

You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.

Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.

"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.

"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.

"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.

"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.

"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.

Something told you Hellboy was never gonna have to worry about old rich dickheads ever again.

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I just wanna *Grabby hand motion*

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Ron Perlman as Hellboy in Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008) 01/??

[lucretiadragon]

Hot bad elves

[hydravns]

HELLBOY 2: THE GOLDEN ARMY (2008) Dir. Guillermo Del Toro

[writingoddess1125]

Half Breed Pt. 2

Someone Lovely (Thank you pookie ;3) requested this little number and I was MORE then happy to follow through!

Prince Nuada x FemReader

Fluff, Spice!!! , Second hand embarrassment? If that's a warning?

18+ Warning!

<< Part 1

Prince Nuada was a man of focus, and pride. A Fierce and courageous warrior. A Prince and future ruler of his people!

....

Who was currently hiding in the janitors closet B.P.R.D with a hard on- Wishing the ground, Gods or something would just strike him down at this point.

This wasnt suppose to happen- especially towards a half-breed.. worse yet a sibling of that Red Fucking Demon who had dragged him here in the first place.

After her punch and grabbing him by his hair, the two had shared some awkward looks to each other at the completely embarrassing erection that was quite clear. (Y/N) gently releasing her hold and Nuada bolting away as fast as possible into the closet he was in currently-

As he thought of a escape route to his room, he froze hearing a gentle knock.

"U-Um brother?... Do you wish to leave the- closet?" Nuala on the verge of laughing called to him, the princess covering her lips with the fabric of her dress. Having been down the hall when she saw her brother rush into the janitors closet and curiosity got the best of her.

"Do not mock me sister" Nuada grumbled as he could hear the humor in her voice, even from inside of the closet. He cracked the door open as he looked to her.

"I feel like I have a bit of room to do so since my nose hurts as does my head" She said calmly, Nuada sighing a but in defeat a soft apology left his prideful lips- barely.

"I need a cloak just to get to my quarters.. Please"

Nuala nodded and left quickly to do as asked, Nuada still in the closet as he waited- before the door was opened slightly and the fabric was thrown in.

Nuada stepped out shortly with the cloak around him, a sigh of relief as he was hidden and quickly began to walk to his room, Nuala following him.

"So brother, it seems (Y/N) may be your fated hm?" She said softly, almost in a mocking tone, The prince staying silent as he continued to march.

"So, what was it? Did you hug you? Possibly a poorly placed jest?"

"She pulled my hair-" He mumbled through gritted teeth, Nuala blinking in surprise. Touching the tender spot on her head as the dots came together.

"She pulled your hair? Well I see that quality really is true wi-" Nuada quickly put his hand up to stop her. Shaking his head softly.

"I would love for this conversation to end and for us to never speak of it again"

He grumbled finally making it to his room, Nuala shaking her head at her twin.

"Brother, this will not stop. I promise you, you should just speak to (Y/N) she's a lovely girl afterall and I think a wonderful partner for you" However her words fell on deaf ears as he walked in his room and slammed it in her face. Making sure to lock it behind him.

The elf prince leaned against the cold wall next to the door and shed the cloak quickly as he looked down at himself, The erection hadn't died down in the slightest. A unsteady hand pulled at the fabric of his waistband seeing his own painfully erect cock straining against the fabric, the normally stark white with its normal etched dark lines similar to the ones on his face was now raised making ridges along the sides and the head and veins on the side where a creamy orange something new even for him. He snaked his hand down to touch the black ridges more out of curiosity then anything else and hissed harshly.

Too sensitive to handle on his own-

Closing his eyes for a second he tried to steady himself, He didnt want to think about her (Y/S/C), or how her hair in its braid whipped when she looked down at him, the way the leather tactical gear wrapped around her- He stopped quickly shaking those thoughts from his head.

He just needed a cold shower and some rest. Peeling his clothes off as he headed to the private washroom he pushed his hair back from his face and froze- His face warming as he touched the rather tender spot on his scalp where his hair was pulled- However quickly snapped out of it with a angry huff.

"I refuse to think about this, I simply need to avoid her- that will solve everything." He grumbled, starting up the ice cold shower he sighed and jumped in, figuring his troubles would be over.

It did not solve everything.. nor were his troubles over.

It seemed no matter where he went, (Y/N) was there- going to get food? She was there. It seemed no matter what corner, door or wherever she was there and made sure to lock eyes with him which seemed to affect him more then he cared to admit.

Which everyone was starting to notice by the third day- How uncomfortable he seemed, how he always seemed to leave relatively fast. As well as Nuala who seemed just the same and would leave with Abe shortly after. He had started to even have to peak around corners to check if she was there or not.

Which he was doing currently seeing if she had made it to the library before he made it inside, as he scouted the area a large stone hand landed on his shoulder and he snapped to see Hellboy standing there.

"She isnt here at the moment- (Y/N) is.. Taking a break it seems"

Nuada seemed to sigh in relief at this, however couldn't help but notice the Red Mans wording in particular.

"Listen I don't know what's going on, I honestly done care to know however- Whatever it is, Clearly both of you need to talk cause this is getting fucking sad" He grumbled before releasing the Prince and walking back to where he'd come from. Nuada watched him leave as he leaned his head against the wall and sighed heavily.

By the end of the week he was at his wits end.

At this point he had just tucked his cock up in his waistband and hoped he didn't piss up his shirt. It was humiliating and demoralizing more then he cared to admit. He couldn't do missions, or even basic training since all his strength was.. well elsewhere.

So Nuada felt like the next best option he had- or in this case the original:

Hide

Hide until this passed, cold showers and just avoid the world as a whole. The prince looked no better then a corpse, confined in only the baggiest of trousers he used for training and a linen shirt. He climbed onto his bed and rubbed his face in frustration.

Seated with his legs crossed he tried to take time to let his mind get at ease- especially since it was incredibly exhausting to be aroused for at this point a few days.

"Leave" Nuada said rather loudly assuming it was a agent or some other.

"Its (Y/N). Open. The. Door"

The prince felt his hair stand on end, as panic started to fill him.

"No.. Id prefer you to leave this ins-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before she kicked open his bedroom door and slammed it closed behind her and locking it. Nuada feeling his stomach drop as she glared at him and pointed a shaking finger at him, Nuada sliding off his bed opposite to the side she stood on.

"What did you do to me?" She hissed, her typical sweet bubbly behavior was seemingly out of the window, replaced with a stern but flushed look.

"Ive done nothing.." He said softly, surprised his voice could be so soft?

"Bullshit, Ive been hot and bothered since our little fight before- and youve been avoiding me since. What is going on? I cant work! I cant sleep! I cant even get off! What the fuck is going on! and I know you know" (Y/N) shot back, narrowing her amber eyes at him which made his knees feel weak. After a few moments of silence and (Y/N) taking a single step towards his direction did he put both hands up to stop her from getting any closer.

"Alright.. Just"

He sighed heavily, feeling a wash of resounding defeat hit him "We are fated, essentially romantically and sexually we are meant to be... However if close and not in contact well.. You and I are experiencing it now"

"Are you fucking serious?" (Y/N) deadpanned.

"I-It just happens- It will hopefully pass in time" He muttered, still standing as far away from her as possible, practically in the corner of his own quarters. (Y/N) Glared at him at hearing this.

"So let me get this straight- Either we fuck or we are miserable like this for god knows when"

Nuada nodded softly "In your rather vulgar terms.. Yes. Now I'm sure with some restraint we can go through this with-"

"We are fucking" (Y/N) said bluntly beginning to unzip her uniform. "I cant go another week like this, Besides you have pre on the front of your pants, and Ive ruined two uniforms" She pointed out, Making Nuada hands drift to his tented pants to cover said stain.

His jaw dropping in horror. "What kind of women are you!? Have you no pride or honor! No courting Nothing? Just Just" He said flustered and clearly shocked by her blunt words and actions.

Despite her clear unlady like actions- She was the embodiment of what he wished to avoid, a union of humans and his own kind an-

She took her top then revealing her bare chest, The ivory haired mans brain stopped in that moment his eyes blankly going to her chest as all the voices in his mind seemed to shut off except one.. And as the mortals say-

Fuck It

In seconds he pulled his own shirt off and rushed to her actually tripping on his own feet for a second, grabbing her harshly by her hips and crashing his own lips against her own. Feeling a fight for dominance take place he was prepared to win-

She grabbed another handful of his hair and yanked his head back harshly from her lips, a surprised whimper leaving him.

"This will be on my terms, Got it?" (Y/N) said with a hiss, Nuada whose eyes were wide and heavily dilated nodded- At this point just wanted whatever it took to get her, whatever she wanted- Whatever act she desired.

The two of them once again locking lips as they stumbled onto the bed, their hands seemingly all over each other as Nuada pulled back first. Fumbling to undress her, peeling the rest of the uniform from her body with unsteady hands and tossing the useless fabric away somewhere across the room before undressing himself. Feeling the breeze on his burning skin.

For once in his life he felt someone was greater then him, how she laid there slightly propped by the pillows of his bed and him on all fours before her. He felt like the servant and her the royal. His pride and ego seemingly tossed aside and would most likely come back to bite him in the ass later- However in this moment he could care less.

(Y/N) reached over taking his face in her hands and bringing him back to her. A few sly kisses between them as he settled between her- The head of his cock lightly pressed against her own sex. Their eyes locked and he once again felt like he was hypnotized by her.

He didn't hesitate, he knew by her gaze not to- Quickly he slid his cock past her waiting folds sinking into her as he buried himself to the hilt. (Y/N) gasping in pleasure as she felt the stretch of him each of the raised ridges of his cock making her head spin, her hands wrapping around him as she couldn't help but moan in delight.

A hiss leaving the mans lips, feeling the warmth of her wrapped around him. No wine, food or fight he's ever experienced felt like this- Like every nerve in his body was in sync in one thing- Her.

Nuada rolled his hips as he felt that shock of bliss crash through both of them, without a second though he fucked into her. His thrust powerful and deep, the lewd sounds of their bodies filled the small space of Nuada's quarters as he growled in pleasure.

"So cute~" (Y/N) was barely able to gasp out, seeing the flush of his face a warm orangish gold that seemed to light him up- as his face twisted up cutely biting his bottom lip in bliss.

The force of each thrust drawing the sweetest sound the man had ever heard, Feeling (Y/N) legs wrap around him tightly and shake with each thrust. Her nails scratching his back knowing angry marks would be there, which he didn't care. The sensation of her almost making him feel drunk, his mind spinning as he allowed broken whimpering moans to leave him. His head leaning into (Y/N) shoulder as he fucked into her vice like cunt harder.

(Y/N) could feel his hips becoming unsteady, feeling the bruising push of his cock practically bulling her g-spot with each thrust. She didn't know what came over her then, her nails digging into his back more as she pulled him flushed against her as her teeth sunk into his shoulder, hard.

Nuada gave a loud moan as the pain and pleasure mixed through him, (Y/N) could feel his body starting to tremble against her. As Nuada felt his peak near he felt it- (Y/N) suddenly rolling the both of them, A surprised noise leaving him when mid thrust the prince found himself on his back, amber eyes wide as he looked up at (Y/N).

How she sat up fully having him buried still inside her, she looked statuesque from her position above him, saddled on his waist. Placing her hands on his scarred chest- A almost drunken smile on her lips.

"I do think its my turn here~"

He nodded, his breath hitched in his throat as he watched the way her hips rose. Watching how now only the head of his cock was still in her before she lowered herself on his quickly impaling herself on him once more- A whine leaving Nuada as his legs jerked from under her in bliss.

"Nng!~ (Y/N)" He managed to moan out, grabbing her hips suddenly as he saw the smile on her lips.

The raised ridges of his cock disappeared into her cunt with each movement of her hips over and over again, his head rolled back in bliss as he looked up at her his fingers digging into her hips as if she grounded him. Watching the way her body bounced as she rode him like her own personal toy, Broken moans leaving her as he gazed on her hooded gaze that seemed glossed over in desire.

Nuada felt another coil of pleasure building in him, his nails digging into (Y/N) skin as his body arched and jutting his hips up to meet her own, her name tumbling out of his lips with words of praise in his native tongue like a mantra or prayer to her as (Y/N) hips started to faulter and become uneven in its pace.

That same feeling of electricity he felt from before when she had first touched his shoulder that day washed over him, a broken moan ripping through him as he felt her sink down on him as her own orgasm washed over her clenching down on him like a vice.

He watched the way she panted above him, the way her whole body shuttered and moved with each labored breath still sunk down on him as he reached his peak, spilling himself inside of her as he groaned loudly.

(Y/N) pulled herself from him, the lack of her warmth around him grabbing his attention as she sat on her knees next to him, his eyes catching the opal colored cum run down her thighs. As if a wordless command went between them Nuada sat up and pressed his chest against her back, his face tucked into her shoulder as he laid soft kisses on her glistening skin.

"Ready?" (Y/N) purred out, Nuada nodding as he mindlessly pressed his now awakened erection into her. She smiled as she began to lower herself onto her chest as Nuada obediently followed along.

After a few long hours and a fairly destroyed set of bedding the two laid there, exhausted but pleased it seemed. Clearly feeling way better then before as they had chased away the dam of pent up desire that clearly had been drowning the both of them.

(Y/N) seemingly just coming back from her lust drunk state looked at Nuada next to her, his arm thrown over his eyes as he laid there feeling the most tired he had ever felt- and he'd been to war.

"Not bad for a Half-Breed Hm?" She chimed, a clear sharpness in her voice which made the prince flinch ever so slightly. Lifting his arm from his eyes and giving a heavy sigh.

"I apologize, I was.. quite embarrassed of my bodily reactions towards you and so was using harsher words to create distance... I shouldn't have referred to you as a Half-Breed and other.. unsavory remarks.." He admitted softly. (Y/N) glancing to him, seeing a rather shy and genuine look on his face.

"Its alright.. Ill forgive you, I am also sorry about the hair pull- The punch you deserved but the hair pull was a rather new reaction... Honestly I have been way too aggressive since meeting you- Don't know if that's just cause you were pissing me off or cause I was horny" Nuada nodded in understanding, silently agreeing the punch may have been deserved.

"The woman are the more dominate ones with sex with our kind so... Most likely the ladder"

"Huh, Poor Abe that must have been a surprise for him" (Y/N) mumbled, surprised at this info and the Prince nodded in agreement. Nuada glanced at (Y/N) a bit hesitant. "So- would this constitute a relationship correct?" (Y/N) rolled so she was facing him properly.

"We will start with mild dates, We may be fated but you are still a asshole with some unsavory ideologies at that"

Nuada nodded, While he'd prefer to a simple 'Yes' he wasn't going to argue, he had insulted half of her afterall and tried to wipe them out and also truthfully he didn't think he really should broach that conversation with them both being naked and her nat for punching.

"Understood... Wanna Go again?" He asked, Seeing (Y/N) smiled.

"Absolutely"

Bonus!

Nuala sat next to Abe on the destroyed bed that was perfectly hidden in the back of his take above the waters below, her head in her hands as she looked exhausted next to her equally spent partner.

"Do you think he is finally going to do it? I don't think we can handle another week of this my dear" Abe said as he was still laid down and reached over rubbing Nuala back in comfort knowing she was tired and exhausted. Being mindful of her delicate state.

She sighed heavily "I hope to the gods so... Im just so thankful you have two"

[venerable-sun]

Call My Name (Nuada x Reader)

Nuada Silverlance (Hellboy) x Reader

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

Word Count: ~5400 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great.

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare touch me, you filth!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That would be… amenable.” 

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

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

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

~~~

Things are slightly different after that day. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who said anything about leaving?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

You and Nuada do not speak for a month. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s maybe start with dinner, hm?”

[kabukiaku]

of course I had to revisit hellboy 2 for prince nuada!!

[bethrnoora]

can you two PLEASEEEE stop fucking around in the gym bathroom