#hellboy(2019) x reader

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Destiny and Future

Hellboy x Reader

Summary: You arrived at the church as all hell break lose outside, literally

"RED!" the voice caught everyone's attention in the church. You barged in and the scene in front of you shocked you, to say the least. 

"Just what in the seven shades of FUCK is going on here?!" you yelled as you saw the Professor, dead, as Alice was projecting him. He offered you a smile that told you, you just arrived on time.

"He is fulfilling his destiny and no one will be able to stop him." Nimue, the woman in front of him said.

"Oh, okay, and here I thought it was the end of the world." you let out a huff, obviously being sarcastic.

"You left." Hellboy spoke as he was now fully turned towards you. His words felt like fire and ice at the same time. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at him.

"I tried to find my parents... took me so long to realize that while I was looking for my past, my present and future ran right past me, and I lost you. I'm so sorry, Red. I caused you way too much pain with my selfishness. I wasn't there for you when Ruiz passed, I wasn't there for you before or after and I regret it deeply. But this is not you, Red. I know you, this is not who you are, I mean come on a fire crown? Really?" you took a spet towards him, everyone watching you closely. 

"Do not listen to her. She is lying! She played with your feelings, she just doesn't want you to fulfil your destiny."

"Slithering like a snake I see." you commented as she gave you a look. 

"I'll kill you." she moved towards you, with intentions to murder you but Hellboy grabbed her arm.

"No one touches My Kitten." he said before he chopped her head off. One clean cut.

Then you were attacked by something from your right, and before you could dodge it, it made you fly and land against a pillar, making your back hurt and as you hit your head, you passed out.

When you woke up you were in a very familiar room, Red's room.

You smiled as you saw him sitting by your side.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as you woke up.

"Like I was just thrown against a pillar and blacked out. Can you kill the light please? My head is throbbing." you asked as you covered your eyes. Hellboy did as you told him and turned the lights off, only a small light illuminating the room so it's not pitch black. 

He didn't say a word. Although you knew he wanted to say many many things, he didn't speak.

"Red... I'm sorry about your father."

"Yeah."

"But I'll never leave you again, I promise. Not even when you will yell at me for being annoying." he smiled.

"I'm sorry you didn't find what you were looking for."

"Don't be silly, I found it years ago when I met you, I just didn't realize." you sat up against the pillows as he moved to sit next to your leg on the bed. "I feel bad, I spent most of our relationship trying to find my past."

"Well, you are doing it again, you are focusing on what happened instead of the future." you looked into his golden eyes. 

"You are right it's just that I feel really bad about it. I understand why you'd feel like I played with your feelings. But I never lied, I do really love you, Red." 

"I know. I love you too." he leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips. 

Throughout your relationship with him, this was the first time you felt truly free and happy. 

"So... Excalibur and... fire crown?" you laughed as he groaned but didn't say anything.

From that day on, no more looking into the past, from that day on, all that mattered was the future, your future with him. 

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[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.�� I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

[eden-of-cranberries-and-sparrows]

It Will Come Back

Chapter 1: You know better, babe

Authors note: Hello, my lovelies! I am very excited to share my very first fanfic with all of you! Since this is my very first fanfic I just ask that you all please be gentle with my work. I am working towards being more skilled in writing. That's all, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Non-described wound and smoking

It started with an offering of help.

You were always a bleeding heart. Giving food to lost animals as a child. Always offering some money to whatever homeless person you’d cross paths with. Whatever soul down on their luck you would offer the least bit of kindness to them. You could say that you’ve always had a thing for strays.

The soup kitchen at the local church you were volunteering at was always satisfying to work at. Having gotten along with most of the staff and volunteers there, you felt as if you fitted right in.

Although after a long shift you were aching for a break. Having sneaked off to the back door of the church, you quickly sat down on the stone steps and lit a cigarette.

You always liked taking your smoke breaks here. Sitting on the church steps while staring into the dark woods at this time of night brought a sense of peace to you. The silence giving you time to wind down and relax.

However, the universe decided for whatever reason to break that silence. While you always heard rustling from the forest next to you, this sounded different. As if something bigger than some wild animal was about to pop out of the bushes.

The more the forest rustles, the more it gains your attention. Standing up, you scan the forest to find out where the rustling was coming from. As the sound came closer, you prepared yourself for whatever might come out.

‘Is it another drifter? No, they usually leave right after dinner is served-’ You thought until the noise revealed itself.

A man. Or at least you think it’s a man. Most men are not bright red, almost 7 feet tall, and… wounded?

After he stumbles out of the forest, he brushes off the leaves and vines that got caught on his impressive frame. As he looks up at you, he stops, as if shocked that you are here. He says nothing, only analyzing your appearance. You tense up, afraid of his intentions.

After a long, agonizing minute of silence, he speaks “You got any of those to spare?” pointing towards your side.

Unsure of what he means, you look around yourself until you realize he meant your cigarette. “Oh! Um…yeah, here.” You start walking up towards him as you fish out another cigarette.

He gives a look of surprise. You are not sure if he is surprised that you’re sharing with him or that you are approaching him. But either way he gives a crooked smile towards you.

“Heh. Thanks, kid.” As you hand him the cigarette, your arms start to goosebump as your fingers touch. Looking up at his eyes, their golden appearance can’t help but remind you of honey. Embarrassed by the thought, you look down, and notice his, rather gigantic, arm holding onto his bleeding side.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” You say to his shock. Twice in one night you surprise him.

“Heh-don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ve had worse.” He assures you. Despite this, you give a tight-lipped frown.

“Are you sure? Because that looks pretty bad. I have a first aid kit inside. Here, let me go get it.” You said as you started to run back into the church before he could reply.

Your exit left Hellboy alone with his thoughts. Why is this human being so nice to him? Why aren’t they running away in terror? Why are they helping him?

He wasn’t sure of the answers to these questions, and he wasn’t sure he could trust you. But he did know one thing, sticking around with you could be interesting.

The church door opening and shutting interrupted his thoughts. As he looked up from lighting his cigarette, his vision observed you, looking worried and lit up by the church's door light right behind you.

‘Heh.’ he thought. ‘Almost like a halo’

“Come sit over here so I can check out your wounds.” You say as you sit down on the steps. Opening the first aid kit, you pull out bandages, antiseptic, gauze, and paper tape.

He sighs, smoke coming out of his mouth and sorounding him like fog “I’m telling ya kid. I’ll be fine. I heal faster than most.”

“Doesn’t mean you should walk around with an open wound. That’s how you get an infection.” You argued.

Hes silent for a moment, watching you as you tend to his wounds. “Kid why are you doing this. I mean- most people see a big scary monster and they run for the hills, why don’t you?” He asks in a defensive tone.

You look up at him, not sure how to respond. “Well-” You start, “I mean, I can’t just let someone go around bleeding everywhere. I mean what kind of person would I be if I didn’t help you, even if you are a big scary monster- and for the record I don’t think big scary monsters ask politely for a cigarette.”

For the third time since he has met you, you have shocked him right down to his core. Giving him an unknown feeling in his stomach and making his chest feel tight.

“There, I think we’re all done.” You pronounced. “Now, I know you said that you heal fast, but I want you to take it easy for the next few days. Oh! And here.” You reached into the first aid box for a cherry lollipop. “Take this, the church always stocks the first aid kits with lollipops for any kids who get hurt. Not saying you’re a kid! I just thought it might make you feel better.” You rambled.

He takes the lollipop, and for the second time that night you feel goosebumps crawl along your arms.

“Heh. Well, ain’t you sweet.” he chuckles out.

Before the blush takes over your face, he gets up and flicks his cigarette butt into the garbage can next to him. “Well, thanks for the help kid. You have a nice night.” he says as he starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You blurt out.

He stops to look over his shoulder. Deciding to throw caution to the wind you nervously ask, “I know this is a cliche but, will I ever see you again?”

‘Christ’ he thinks, ‘if this keeps on going I gotta learn to stop being surprised.’

He smiles and pops the lollipop into his mouth “Sure kid. I’ll see you later.”

“Alligator.” You finish for him in a shy smile.

He chuckles as he walks off. Leaving you to wonder when you’ll see him next.

[c-y-g-m-c-o]

I just wanna *Grabby hand motion*

[betyloca]

Imagine: Hellboy meeting Ben Daimio's twin sister and that they are different in personality

hellboy: she's your sister

Ben: Yes.

looking at the girl who stared in a television store when a cartoon was playing while she was walking on the street

y/n: look Benito, they are showing adventure time* pointing to the program while smiling*

Ben: Yes, let's go y/n

hellboy: haha Benito told you

[gardens-light]

One Giant Problem

With Abe out of action, due to recovering from the previous mission. Hellboy's 'usual' interaction with Manning, and him not taking well to the new comrad. Things hasn't gone down so well at The Bureau.

On top of all that, duty still calls and Hellboy has another mission to do. Not realizing that it may open up more problems... for what happens when the 'evil' you're fighting against, turn out to be people within your own ranks?...

Contents: Mild Coarse Language. Spoilers for Hellboy film (2019). Fluff. One bed cliche hinted towards end. (Part 3)

New Girl Saga. (If you'd like to be tagged for future parts. Let me know.)

Part 1 Part 3

"What?"

You took a step back as Hellboy raised his voice. Keeping your eyes low, simply gazing at the floor, as a gentle sigh left Professor Broom.

"My boy..." Broom approached Hellboy, sitting upon the armrest of the couch while leaning upon his cane. "I know you're upset about Agent Clay. It's not an easy job."

Hellboy continued to stare at the multiple screens, of the box TV's which stacked on top of one another.

"But... it's apart of the job. Everyone here knows that."

"Try and tell Manning that." Hellboy's voice had a firm tone. "He's not in charge, yet the asshole walks and talks like he is."

"I know you and Agent Manning don't always see eye to eye-"

"Father, please! The guy talks to me like a piece of shit, and holds me accountable!"

Professor Broom nodded while placing a gentle hand upon Hellboy's shoulder. "I'll speak with Manning. I agree that he has no right in the matter of addressing people the way he does. But please... there's something important I wish to discuss with you."

A heavy sigh left Hellboy, as he silently nodded. Giving the Professor a chance to continue with what he was trying to say before.

"As I was saying... the Osiris Club. They're a British occult society formed in 1866, by the ranking members of the Heliopic Brotherhood of Ra." Broom adjusted his semi-circle glasses. Feeling Hellboy's confuse gaze. "Like us, they fight against the forces of darkness. Our organizations have had a long-standing relationship."

"We scratch their backs and they scratch ours?" Hellboy questioned.

Broom gave him a warm smile, "in a manner of speaking... they're old friends of mine, and they need your help with dealing a curtain type of problem."

"Oh yea? What kind of problem?"

"Giants..."

Heathrow. England. 6pm

The cargo plane rumbled and shook as it came to land. Waking up from an uncomfortable sleep, a groan left you as you became aware of the crick in your neck.

"You alright, Kid?"

"Hmm?"

Your eyes fluttered open. The leather of Hellboy's trench coat rubbed against your cheek, as you looked up at him. Cheeks going red, once realizing you were resting upon his shoulder.

"H-How long was I out?"

"Roughly about most of the trip. You snored a little."

"O-Oh... umm, sorry."

"Don't be. I thought it was kinda cute."

A small smile came to Hellboy, as he noticed your cheeks redden even more.

"Good morning guys, this is your pilot speaking. We've landed into Heathrow and luckily it's warm and sunny weather. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop."

Hellboy undid his belt. standing upon his feet and holding onto the railings above him. "Get ready, Kid. These guys run like clockwork from what I've heard."

You struggled onto your feet. Holding onto his coat for balance, as the plane shook one final time while coming to a complete stop. Causing you to fall into his open arms. You both remained speechless as Hellboy helped you back onto your feet, holding you against him to keep you on balance.

A concierge lead you to the taxi which waited at the bottom of the portable stairs. Holding an umbrella, covering Hellboy from any possible views from passersby.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling Hellboy briefly gazing at you throughout the trip. Biting your lip, you slowly looked at him as his attention snapped away from you. His golden eyes gazing out of the black tinted windows.

"Professor Broom was right." Your voice felt loud in the silence that was held between you for so long. "What happened to Abe and Clay... it wasn't your fault. Without you, nothing would of been achieved."

Hesitating for a moment, softly biting your lip before you continued. "I know you don't like me."

Hellboy's attention suddenly snapped back to you, his features softened as his gentle gaze saddened. Looking at you as though he was hurt by your words.

"It's ok." You assured with a weak smile, "but I'll always be here for you- and not because it's apart of my job." You leaned in a little closer to him, "y'know... you're not as bad as you think you are."

"Kid-"

"We've arrived." The driver announced, interrupting Hellboy.

Black iron gates automatically opened, allowing the iconic English car to pass. You looked out of the window, looking up at the impressive Victorian manner. Reminding you of the old fashioned manner from shows like Downton Abby.

Hellboy saw the small smile forming upon your lips, as the sunlight of dusk reflected from the windows and sparkled in your eyes.

I don't hate you, Y/N... his sadden voice echoed within his head. I just hate the fact of what I am keeps us apart...

Exiting the car, the driver opened your door. Gesturing towards the large double wooden doors.

You couldn't help but gaze at your surroundings, as you and Hellboy followed the butler's lead. The foyer itself was huge and grand, a crystal chandelier hung central to the space. You and Hellboy gathered around the small, circular table underneath the impressive fixture. An elegant rug covered the vintage flooring, while renaissance style paintings lined the wooden panelled walls.

"Your... guests, m'lord." the butler announced as he stopped in front of the flight of stairs before you. Hellboy raised an eyebrow at the man's appounciation, while well dressed gentlemen came down the stairs. Approaching you and Hellboy with warm smiles.

"Hellboy, welcome! I'm Lord Adam Glaren."

A middle aged man stepped a little further in front of the other two. His studious gaze fell on you, as you held your hand out.

"I'm Agent Y/N, sir. You have a beautiful home."

Lord Glaren hesitated before shaking your hand. Your smile slowly fading as you became uncomfortable under his curious stare.

"Welcome my dear, and a pleasure to meet you as well. I thank you for your compliment."

As he let go of your hand, you slowly stepped back to Hellboy's side. Your eyes slowly looking around the foyer. Sensing your sudden unease, Hellboy wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"May I introduce to you my associates? Dr Edwin Carp and August Swain." Lord Glaren introduced.

Hellboy smiled at Dr Carp, "hi. Have you guys ever been to the Osiris Club in Jersey?"

"No, I do not believe we have." Dr Carp spoke in thought, "say Glaren. Do we have a club in USA?"

"It's like this, but with strippers."

You couldn't help but smile at Hellboy's joke. Watching the Dr's face screw up into an unimpressed expression eased you to relax a little. Clearing his throat as he walked away and adjusting the blazer of his suit.

"Pay him no mind." Mr Swain politely spoke, stepping closer to you and Hellboy. "Your... hand" he pointed to Hellboy's hand of stone, "a fascinating thing. What purpose does it serve?"

"It smashes things good." Hellboy's voice kept it's bold tone.

"We are so very glad you accepted our invitation." Everyone's attention fell onto Lord Glaren again. "The Professor and I go back a long way."

Hellboy silently nodded, as you slowly approached one of the paintings upon the wall.

"The Osiris Club has been long dedicated to preserving the secret history of Great Britain." Lord Glaren explained, as Hellboy's wandering eyes left him and onto you. "It affords us certain insights into... 'certain individuals'-"

"By that, I assume you mean 'individuals' such as Hellboy?" you spoke over your shoulder.

Lord Glaren raised an eyebrow, as his associates nervously chuckled. The Lord noticing Hellboy's small smile, as the demon's gaze never left you.

"We've also given vital counsel to your B.P.R.D on occasion." Mr Swain added.

Your yawn interrupted the gentleman. Hellboy's attention fell back onto Lord Glaren, "perhaps skip onto the important part? My girl is tired, and I doubt you've flew us halfway around the world just so you could give a little history lesson."

Your body stiffened at the new nickname. An uncomfortable chill slowly crawled up your spine, feeling the two mens studious stare upon your back. While Lord Glaren pulled a fake smile.

"Perhaps... we should just show you?" you could hear the Lord's patronising tone.

Lord Glaren walked towards the bookcase in the far side of the foyer, his fingers tilting the spine of a green, leather book. A squeak echoed throughout the space, as a section of the bookcase opened inward. Exposing a small, spiral staircase which was hidden within the wall.

Hellboy approached you, placing a gentle hand upon the small of your back.

"Shall we?"

His voice snapping you out of your daze, and bringing you back into the moment. "Your... girl?" your brain could barely form the whisper.

Your eyes widened a little, as Hellboy's cheeks flushed to a deeper tone of red. Using his hand of stone to scratch the back of his neck.

"Ye..ah" he nervously chuckled. "You're... y'know... and we're..." his body slouched as a heavy sigh escaped him. "F-Forget I said anything... let's... just follow Mr Fancy-Pants..."

You tried to keep a straight face, as you and Hellboy followed the three men down the spiral staircase, and into a basement like space.

"Giants once dominated the British Isles." Mr Swain explained. "Vile, loathsome creatures that would likely eat you, as to look at you."

"They've always been a problem." Dr Carp added, stroking his mustache. "Bodies buried all over England. It's a curious feature of giants, that they occasionally rise from their graves and wreak havoc."

Lord Glaren flashed a smile that made you comfortable, "and when they do... we organize a hunt."

I'm not liking that tone of his... your thoughts wandered.

Coming to the bottom of the stairs, and walking into an archway. Your eyes looked up, placing a hand to your throat as you swallowed your nerves. Framing the high, circular ceiling was a ray of severed heads of giants- multiple ranging in size and colour. Some had broken tusks and horns sticking out from their grotesque faces. Your stomach turned as your eyes continued to scan the area.

"And I thought you had a big head." Nerves taken over your voice, reducing it to a small whisper that Hellboy couldn't hear your joke.

Slowly panning down from the ceiling to the walls, more paintings and photographs came into view.

"We call it, The Wild Hunt." Lord Glaren announced, as Hellboy walked around the room.

"Clearly, you guys are old pro's at this." Hellboy's attention fell onto Lord Glaren, as his associates stood behind him. "Why request my help to kill a giant?"

Hellboy's looked over his shoulder as you bumped into his back, you flashed him a weak smile. Attempting to not raise his suspicions, as Lord Glaren caught his gaze again.

"Three giants, actually."

Hellboy raised an eyebrow at the gentleman's cocky tone.

"One we can handle. Perhaps even two. But three?... now that's a different matter altogether."

"This particular trio is terrorizing the New Forest." Dr Carp explained, his gaze studying you and Hellboy made your spine tingle. "Sucking on the bones of anyone unlucky enough to fall foul of them."

"The marrow, you see." Mr Swain added, "they can't get enough. So if any were to reach a populated centre-"

"It's meal time?"

Mr Swain turned up his nose at the demon.

"This task isn't something to be taken lightly, Hellboy." Lord Glaren's voice held a serious tone. "These are Gigantum Mortis. The most unpleasant and horrid species of the giant-kind. Just ask your father..."

Hellboy followed the direction of Lord Glaren's pointed finger. His eyes widening as his gaze fell onto a black and white photo. Framed in a copper frame, the photo showed a group of men in their twenties. Standing around the severed head of a giant, while they wore armour that looked like something a medieval templar knight would of worn.

"Professor Broom was a guest of The Hunt, when we took a giant down back in '43." Lord Glaren's voice eased his serious edge, but a firm tone could still be heard.

"I always knew Dad aged well..." Hellboy looked at Lord Glaren, "but you guys... picture looks like it was taken yesterday."

"There's a reason for that..." a feminine voice echoed throughout the basement. Everyone's eyes fell onto a beautiful woman, as she emerged from the spiral staircase.

You couldn't help but gaze at her appearance. Silver hair styled in a 1920's updo framed her delicate face. Rabbit fur coat complemented the pearls that hung around her neck, while her pure white eyes gave her native complexion a mystercal glow.

"The phenomenon you so rightly observed was the by-product of a seance." Her voice held an elegance that just captured the attention of anyone whom she spoke to. "The four of us- along with your Professor Broom, were involved in just before the war."

Your eyes widened, "the war? You mean World War II?"

The woman smiled, appeared to be amused by your shocked tone.

"Allow me to introduce our resident seer, Lady Elizabeth Hatton." Lord Glaren introduced.

"The spirit I made contact that night was exceptionally powerful." Lady Elizabeth circled the room, continuing speaking as though she didn't hear Lord Glaren's voice. "It warned us that something was coming... Something that would end all of mankind, as we know it. Therefore we were chosen to seek it out. And destroy it..."

You felt the atmosphere change within the room. Biting your lip as the stare's from the men begun to play on your building anxiety.

"Ever since, we've aged at a snail's pace in order to fulfill that mission." Her eyes wandered over you briefly, "no matter how long it took."

"Okay... and this, ugh thing you're worried about." Hellboy spoke, "did it show up?"

Lady Elizabeth's eyes wandered over the demon, raising her eyebrows as she said with a small smile. "Yes... it did..."

"You and... your girl, must be exhausted from your trip, Agent Hellboy." Lord Glaren butted in, attempting to ease the tension that begun to build. "I have a guest's quarters prepared for you. One bed wouldn't be problem would it?"

You and Hellboy stiffened, as you both awkwardly glanced at each other.

Oh shit...

Tag List

@a-girl-interupted

@drheinzd

[dearmommy69]

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Thanks for the tag @cilil

Introduce your writing

Fandoms I write for: Mostly The Silm | The Hobbit | LOTR | Hellboy (not the 2019 film)

Characters I write for: Anyone that tickles my fancy.

Pairings I write for: Thranduil mostly | Prince Nuada | And I have just ventured into ships (Thuringwethil/Mairon | Angbang | Daemon x Harwin)

Ratings I write : From anyone can read to full on “cover your eyes, children”

Favourite genre: I’m a sucker for lovey dovey stuff.

Favourite trope: Soul mates | Friends to lovers | Enemies to lovers

I take requests: Yes

I write AUs: Yes

I write reader-inserts: Yes, yes, and yes 

Characters I don't write: Hobbits mostly. Dwarves maybe. 

Pairings I don't write: I have not reached this stage yet.

Things that squick me: Too much blood and gore. 

The thing I do best: All kinds of smutty things

The thing I like writing least: Some angst to full on angst. 

Something about me that shows in my writing: I think it’s pretty much obvious.

I also do: Headcanons | Heraldry (kind of) |  Made up pantheons (in the future)

I think just about everyone is covered already in other tags, but anyone is free to join.

Introduce your writing

Fandoms I write for: The Hobbit, The Silm, LOTR, some others but only for specific roles of specific actors

Characters I write for: Too many to enumerate them. Fave is Ori the dwarf.

Pairings I write for: Again, too many to count them...I'd say xOC/reader for the Hobbit and canon x canon for the Silm. As for LOTR, depends on the character :D favourite pairing per se is Russingon.

Ratings I write : Gen-Explicit with a preference for "Mature-Explicit", I guess.

Favourite genre: Romance (and crack)

Favourite trope: Idiots in love, pining, slow burn

I take requests: Yes (usually for the FOTFICS prompts)

I write AUs: OMG, yes!

I write reader-inserts: For requests, yes

Characters I don't write: Let me think...Men (mostly) & Hobbits

Pairings I don't write: Until now? Celrond, Aragorn x anyone, Beren x Lúthien, so, I guess the canon pairings that already have a story (with the exception of Farawyn apparently)

Things that squick me: Pregnancy, childbirth, babies.

The thing I do best: Cracky, Modern!AU telenovela romance

The thing I like writing least: Gen Family fluff about child-rearing or something in that vein

Something about me that shows in my writing: I like knowing what people smell like and I am greedy for people's voices

I also do: Mediocre moodboards and colourful titles (and I pay other people for art muhahaha)

Let me tag some writers I admire greatly...

@lordoftherazzles, @lathalea, @legolasbadass, @linasofia, @middleearthpixie, @laurfilijames, @frosticenow, @enchantzz, @ahufflepuffhobbit, @scyllas-revenge, @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book, @heilith, @mismaeve, @last-capy-hupping, @arofili, @cuarthol, @polutrope, @thenookienostradamus, @cilil, @eunoiaastralwings

[blacknight1230]

Horns Like the Devil (1/2)

Hellboy X Reader 

Reader is similar to Maleficent (live action one). 

Dr. Broom is still alive in this; Liz and Hellboy have a platonic relationship, like in the comics. 

I suggest listening to “Horns (STéLOUSE Remix)” by Bryce Fox while reading. 

Hellboy’s morning started out normal. Well, as normal as a half-devil agent for s uper secret world-saving organization. He was just hanging out in his room of the BPRD headquarters, lifting his extremely heavy weights, when an alarm and computerized voice filled the air. CODE RED. WARNING: CODE RED. “What now?” Hellboy grunted. “Can’t a man work out in peace?” He huffed and put on a shirt and his signature trench coat, leaving his little haven for another monster bashing mission. 

~ This time skip is brought to you by Baby Ruths candy bars ~

“A couple of hours ago, the Bureau was tipped off about an blackmarket deal was going on underneath the John Ballantine House in Newark, NJ. Apparently, there was an auction selling illegal paranormal items and illegally acquired live paranormal creatures,” Clay explained as he walked with Hellboy, Abe, and Liz  through the cellar of the historic house. “We originally sent a handful of agents down to nab the guys running the auction and round up any paranormal ‘collectors,’ but all communications to them have been left unanswered.” They stopped in front of a brick wall, seemingly the end of their route. Professor Broom was standing next to the wall, cane in hand. 

“Hello, Father,” Hellboy greeted the much older man. “Hellboy. Abe could you so kindly help us find out what we are dealing with,” the elderly director asked the fish-like man. Abe strode up the false wall, took off his glove, and put a webbed hand up to the brick. He gasped as he used his telepathic abilities to see who or what was on the other side. “I’m sensing something ... peculiar. All the auctioneers and participants are dead, but I can still sense our missing agents. It’s almost as if they are asleep,” Abe said, his giant frog-like eye blinking as he took in the information. “I can sense the entity itself. It’s desperately searching for something. Its anger ... it’s overbearing ...” Abe quickly pulled his hand away, visibly shaken. 

“Looks like I’ll take it from here,” Hellboy said, his Good Samaritan in his hand and loaded. “Careful, Hellboy. This creature seems to be something we’ve never encounter before,” Broom warned. “Nothing I can’t handle. Liz, come with me. I can use some back up.” The young woman nodded, gun in hand, and said, “If you need me to roast the thing, just let me know.” Broom wordlessly turned to the brick ‘wall,’ taping a couple of seemingly random bricks with his cane, before the wall slide back and moved to reveal a dark stairwell. “Of course these guys would have a false wall leading to some ominous stairs,” Hellboy sighed, before going down. “Good luck, my son,” Broom said quietly as the half-demon left. 

Down the stairs the two BPRD agents went, almost entirely Incase’s in darkness, if it weren’t for the lit torches spread sparingly as they descended. Eventually, the stairs ended, revealing a giant magnificently carved archway. Beyond the arch was what appeared to be where the blackmarket held their auctions, a large raised stage in the middle of the room, with numerous empty seats surrounding it, and cages either lining the edges of the room or hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. 

Immediately, Hellboy and Liz saw the dead bodies of the auction participants and members of the black market, blank and lifeless eyes staring in the distance with looks of terror petrified on their faces. “Let’s get to work,” Hellboy said to the female pyro. Hellboy kneeled down next to one of the bodies, studying its appearance. “No signs of external damage, no reminders of any chemicals, and no indication of any weapons used,” the red skinned man mumbled to himself. “Did you find anything on your end, Liz?” He called out. He got no response, sending up reg flags for the half-demon. He gripped his gun in his hand and cautiously stalked towards where He had last seen Liz. “Liz, you alright over there?” he called out again, hoping she would respond this time. But she didn’t, and as Hellboy got closer, he found out why. 

There hovering several feet in the air, was an unconscious Liz, along with the missing Bureau agents. They seemed to be sleeping peacefully, suspended by calmly circling streams of gold magic, the source of their levitation and blissful sleep. Hellboy cautiously moved towards his fallen comrades was just about to reach them, until he was hit by a wave of green magic that sent him into a stone pillar. He groaned as he pulled himself back onto his feet, rubble falling off his trench coat. His golden eyes stared at the figure in front of him, studying the new opponent he had to face. A couple of feet away stood the most magnificent creature he had ever seen in his sixty-plus years he’s lived. 

A young, beautiful woman, with eyes of molten gold stared at him. She had two large curved horns sprouting from her head, devil-like in appearance. But he could tell she wasn’t like him; there was an air around her to disproved this. Hellboy was unable to tear his eyes away from her. The horned female narrowed her eyes at Hellboy, intensely studying the half-demon in front of her. “Leave, devil, you and your humans have no business here,” she commanded, voice holding power as each word left her red painted lips. 

“Actually, it is my business to be here,” Hellboy said. “You’ve killed a bunch of people. It’s my job to take down monsters like you.” She didn’t seemed to like that, green flames rising off her shoulders and her eyes turned a bright glowing green. She raised her glowing green hands, causing Hellboy to rise in the air in the air, surrounded by the same glowing green light. Hellboy felt his arms lock to his side, his legs stick together, unable to move anything below his neck. He groaned as he desperately tried to move, as the magical woman strode up to his paralyzed body. 

“I’m the monster? They were the monsters and deserved to die! Didn’t you see all those cages? They enslaved defenseless supernatural creatures, most of them sentient, like you and I. They tortured them, killed them for their parts, sold them like objects. Humans are all the same, they destroy everything they come across and are full of unsatisfiable greed,” she seethed, hand coming to wrap around his throat. “Look, you obviously had some history with these guys. Maybe we can help you,” Hellboy tried to persuade her. “You expect me to trust a governmental organization full of humans. I’ve learned from the last time I trusted a human and I won’t make that same mistake again!” 

She sent him flying through the air again, into a giant metal cage, which he dented with his massive frame. Hellboy groaned and got up to his feet. “Alright, I’m getting sick and tired of this,” he grunted, grabbing his Good Samaritan from its holster in his left hand. The horned woman snot another wave of green magic at Hellboy, but the half-demon was able to dodge behind a pillar, the attack breaking a massive piece off of it. Hellboy looked around the pillar, ready to shoot, but she wasn’t there. Hellboy used his supernatural senses to keep on guard. He heard something coming towards him, quickly moving away from his hiding spot. Thank god he did, for a giant thick wooden root shot out of the ground, stabbing through and shattering the pillar he was previously hiding behind. 

As soon as he escaped that danger, thick vines grew from the walls and wrapped around his left arm. Hellboy groaned and used his mighty Right Hand to tear the vines away. He was able to free his left hand from the vines, when more of them wrapped around his legs. They were quickly swept out from underneath him, draggin him across the rough floor. His gun hand now free, he shot at vines dragging him. Luckily, they broke before the vines dragged him into a mess of spiked tree roots. 

Hellboy ran to a safer spot, one where there weren’t any blind spots. “Come on, we can do this the hard way or ...” Hellboy didn’t get to finish his sentence, for something rammed into him, making him stumble a few steps back. Hellboy managed to steady himself, glaring at this new enemy with his golden eyes. A giant wolf-like creature stood a few feet in front him, lips pulled back to show sharp teeth, a deep growl emanating from its throat. Long claws pierced the ruined tiled floor beneath its massive paws, the demonic-looking wolf posed to attack. 

“Ok, I guess it's the hard way then,” Hellboy sighed. The wolf growled and leapt at him again. Hellboy was prepared this time, attacking with his stony right appendage. The wolf avoided the attack, sinking its teeth in his leg instead. Hellboy yelled in pain, unleashing a round of bullets. But the bullets, specifically made to hurt and kill unholy creatures, seemed to bounce off its thick fur and feathered layered pelt. Hellboy next instinctively grabbed the wolf and threw it away from him. 

The wolf was thrown into the side of an iron cage, it howling in pain. It quickly leapt away from it, as if it was burned, and away from Hellboy. He chased after the wold, but lost sight of it. His golden eyes caught the metal bars of the cage, noticing where the wolf hit it with its side, was a hot red as if someone took a blowtorch to it. Iron, Hellboy thought. That’s your weakness. And that means ... 

He quickly thought up a plan, ripping off two bars from the cage and called out to his foe. “Here, doggy doggy. Come here, girl,” he teased, a smirk on his face. A loud growl filled the room and the wolf came out from where where it was hiding. Hellboy and the wolf circled each other, the air tense as they waited for the other to make a move. “Come on, Tinkerbell. You gonna hit me with some fairy dust,” he provoked, trying to get the fairy-shifted wolf to attack him. It worked, the wolf leaping at him again. 

This time, Hellboy used one of the iron bars in his hands and hit the wolf with it, making the creature yelp in pain. Hellboy continued his attack, the spots where he hit the wolf with the iron bars looking like it was burned. The wolf slowly backed up until its hind legs were nearly touching the iron cage it was previously thrown into. Hellboy took this advantage, grabbing wolf by its neck and pinning it against the cage, its unprotected stomach exposed. As quickly as he could, he bent the broken iron bars in his hands, cuffing the wolf’s front paws to the intact ones of the cage. 

The wolf’s howl slowly morphed into a woman’s scream. The wolf started to molt, its sharp claws retracting back into fingernails, patches of skin appearing from the tufts of wild fur. Hellboy watched cautiously as the wolf shifted back into the horned woman. Said woman was groaning in pain, struggling to breathe as her skin burned where it touched the iron-bars. “Are you done? Did you get everything out of your system?” Hellboy asked in a snarky tone, a smirk on his face. “Release me, devil!” she ordered, before hissing in pain. “I don’t think I will. Unless ...” Hellboy trailed off. The horned fairy glared at him for a moment, but sighed. “Name your price, you overbrown cranberry,” she hissed, hands clenched tight in anger. “Although I love pet names, Tinkerbell, the name’s Hellboy,” he introduced himself, rolling his eyes at the fairy’s sass. 

“How original. I suppose I should tell you my name now. Unfortunately for you, I won’t give you mine. Now let me go. And stop calling me Tinkerbell!” 

“No can do, babe. I haven’t forgot about the damage you’ve done to me and my friends.” 

“Like I said before, those slavers deserved what happened to them. Your human agents on the other hand are just asleep. They are a nuisance, but I’m not so heartless to end them just because they got in my way.” 

“Hmm, you have some morals. Good, this just confirms what I’m going to do.” 

“Do what?” 

“Let you go on the condition that you join the BPRD.” 

“And why would I go that?” 

“Well, for one, you’ll get out of those metal binds of yours. Fairies can’t stand the touch of iron, so you must be in immense pain, sweetheart.”

The horned female in front him shifted uncomfortable, further proving his point. “How do you know I can’t just get out on my own, hmm? I might not need your help.” 

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t done my research on the fae. I’ve been in the business too long to just barge into a fight without knowing how to deal with the paranormal. So, I know that fairy magic doesn’t work on iron,” Hellboy taunted, pulling a cigar out of the inside of his coat and lighting it with a match. The fairy just cursed in the fairy language, causing Hellboy to smirk and hold in his chuckle at her vocabulary. Taking a puff of his Cuban, he blew the smoke out through his nose, it wafting towards the vound fairy. “Fine. Let’s say I were to accept your offer. What’s in it for me?” She growled when the cigar smile hit her in the face, nose upturned at the smell. Hellboy smirked, he knew he almost had her where he wanted. 

“Besides obviously letting you out of those bounds of yours, I can get the BPRD to help you out with whatever personal vendetta you have against this specific group of paranormal black marketers.” The young fairy stayed quiet, pondering her options. Hellboy decided to really go hard on the sell, boasting about the BPRD. “Being funded by the government has its perks. We have lots of resources and contacts we can use to nab the bastards. And we’ll make sure they are properly punished ... in the court of law, of course,” he told her. He can see the gears basically turning in her head, feeling confident that she was going to agree with his terms. The young fairy sighed, hen raised her head to look Hellboy straight in the eye. “Fine, I’ll take your offer, devil man. Now, get me out of these cuffs before they burn my wrists to the bone,” she ordered, clenching and unclenching her hands. Hellboy smirked and reached over to break her binds. They fell to the floor as Hellboy pulled away, the fairy in front of him rubbing her sore wrists. 

“Your organization better be as good as you say it is. Especially for treating non-humans. I think I might have permanent scars from you,” she complained. 

“Sorry, about that, Tinkerbell. It was the only way for me to stop your little rampage without seriously hurting you,” Hellboy apologized.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Tinkerbell?” she sassed. 

“Well, what am I supposed to call you then?” 

“My name’s (y/n). And you better use it,” she replied snarkily. Hellboy couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his lips; he knew that it was going to be fun with her around. He turned around, cigar hanging from his red lips as he strode away from the mess he made. “Come on, pixie. You’re sticking close to me for now,” he said over his large shoulder. He heard (y/n) shuffled over to him as he turned the corner of a crumbling pillar. But he was stopped by the sight of several BPRD agents floating in the air. 

They all were still magical sleeping, oblivious to the fight that just went on. “I forgot about them,” Hellboy admitted out loud to himself. “Could you let them down and wake them up?” he asked (y/n), who was a his side looking at his friend and fellow agents’ current predicament. 

“I don’t know. I rather not be shot at and arrested. They’re not going to be happy when they wake up and see me,” she argued. 

“Hey, I promised the BPRD would treat you right. If anything happens, I got your back,” Hellboy reassured the young fairy. (y/n) pondered for a bit, lips in a pout as she thought over the situation. With a flick of her wrist, her hand glowing a golden color, the magic surrounding the sleeping agents disappeared and they fell to the floor. Unfortunately, they all landed roughly onto the floor, turning into a heap of limbs and the room filling with their paired groans. Hellboy glared at (y/n), who just gave a sheepish, “Oops.”  

“Ow, what happened?” Liz said, sitting up and holding the side of her head. The dark haired woman saw (y/n) standing beside Hellboy, her eyes hardening. She pulled out her pistol, aiming it at the horned fairy, causing Hellboy to quickly act to de-escalate the situation. “Liz, no, don’t shoot! She’s no threat!” he exclaimed, taking a protective stance in front of (y/n). 

“Hellboy? What happened? What is she doing here?” Liz questioned, extremely confused. 

“Long story short, we came to a compromise between us. She’s working with the BPRD in return for information and manpower,” Hellboy explained, closely watching as the other agents started to get up, in case they to got hostile towards his fae companion. Fortunately, they were too preoccupied, stuck in a sleepy daze. Anyway, Liz slowly got to her feet, wobbling a bit but quickly steading herself. Once she did, she began to interrogate both Hellboy and (y/n). “Since when did you make deals with ... whatever she is? Do you really think you can trust her?” she scolded the half-devil. 

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” (y/n) piped up, folding her arms across her chest. “And it's a good thing he did try de-escalate the situation.” 

“Why is that?” Liz asked snarkingly. 

“Well, for one, now I am in debt to Hellboy, so I have to help your organization. Two, not only do you get help from my expertise, but I also get your organizations help for my own agenda. And three, you guys don’t have to deal with me causing problems for the BPRD, regardless if you have me in captivity or not.” A smug smile was on (y/n) face as she explained this Liz, who just rolled her eyes and walked away. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Red,” she said lowly when she passed Hellboy. She was gone before Hellboy could respond. Hellboy sighed and took a drag from his cigar. “I can tell this is going to be fun already,” (y/n) sassed, brushing against his thick arm as she passed him. 

“And why do you say that?” he questioned, an eyebrow raised. 

“If you can’t tell already, I tend to be a handful. And I’m going to enjoy shaking things up a bit.” She gave a little wink of her smokey eye-shadowed eye and continue her way to the stairway leading out of the ruined room. Hellboy felt a weird feeling in his chest; but he ignored it, for right at that moment, he realized that (y/n) might be more trouble than she’s worth. “What have I gotten myself into?” he mumbled to himself and reluctantly followed after the horned-fairy. “I just hope I don’t get an earful from Dad.”

THE END

[bprdeeznuts]

[moxfirefly]

intertwining fingers when making love, with Hellboy please? If that’s alright.

Let get it

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He rolled against you, hips snug against your own and deeply buried in the warmest parts of you.

Hellboy’s mouth connected with yours, hot and needy as he thrusted into you. A groan found it’s way into your mouth as your nails ran up the sides of his body. The act itself had him heated, groaning with each thrust of his hips. Those lips of his travelled down your chin to your throat and bit down enough to make you squirm.

Your hips raised, enjoying the way Hellboy cupped your breasts and pushed them together between his face. He had to inhale naturally, obsessed with the mix between your sweat and perfume, he could never truly get enough.

A guttural groan was muffled against your soft warm skin as those golden eyes found yours. His teeth sank again on the plushness of your breast, sucking a bruise to the side of your mound. Your hand gripped his biceps, slipping towards his forearm to find his hand. You clasped yours with his left hand just as his lips went in for another breathtaking kiss. He held your hand, privy to his weight falling somewhat more on you but you didn’t seem to care, the pressure was welcomed, he was always welcomed.

Another hard but slow thrust made you whimper and grip his hand, soft little moans against his lips that only seem to push him further, made his insides twist with glee and lust. He stole a brief kiss to the hand he was gripping before he continued to thrust.

You could stay in this moment forever with him.

[im-his-druidess]

Added Hellboy (2019 version) to my writing list!

He's not a slasher, but he is a monster so that works too 😈

[igzsatelier]

Hellboy and reader's interactions that I thought of.

You : You know, not every problem can be solved with your stone fist.

Hellboy : That's why I carry a gun.

🚬

You : We all have our demons.

You, holding Hellboy's hand : This one's mine.

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Hellboy : So that’s my plan.

You : Can I give a second opinion?

Hellboy : Sure, let's hear it.

You : It fucking sucks.

Hellboy : Hey!

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You, tending to Hellboy's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Hellboy : Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Hellboy : So are we flirting right now?

You : I AM LITERALLY FIGHTING YOU

Hellboy : That doesn’t answer my question.

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That Special Someone

Hellboy x Reader

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Hellboy is desperate to have a relatively normal life. Even if his job was to hunt monsters, he still wanted a life. And that would include finding that person he can live with.

When Hellboy was younger he thought he could find that special someone, that person that everyone, every movie, and every song was talking about. He hoped he could be able to find them.

However, as he got older and older, the years passed, and he realized, he might not deserve that special someone.

This was the worst time of his life, he just lost his father and although he had his friends it was not the same. He was thankful for his supportive friends, but he wasn't sure what he wanted, he felt depressed. Like no one could get him out of the dark place that he was in at the moment.

No one, but you.

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They said you came from heaven.

They said you were an angel who came to destroy evil and save the Earth.

But you weren’t sure if that was true.

Everyone talked about you, like they knew everything, but they didn't. You didn't believe that it was your purpose to destroy evil, if it would have been, then why did you fall in love with evil?

The very first time when you met Hellboy was when you were introduced to him in the facility. You were the newcomer you didn't know anyone. Alice and Ben were quite excited by your presence.

You wished you could say the same. You wanted to be happy and try living a life. But you just knew, Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense was just a fancy word for jail.

You were a freak, that’s what everyone called you. And after years of listening to them, you started to believe.

Your power was light. You could produce the light any time you wanted, it could be barely there or more blinding than a car’s headlights. When your powers started to show, you didn’t know how to hide them. You were alone and scared.

A man introduced himself as Professor Broom. The father of Hellboy as you later learned.

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During your first couple of days, you were mainly in your room, trying to process everything that has happened.

How you ended up here, how they said you will be safe there.

You felt safe, but you also felt lonely. You had your own room with everything you needed. The Professor told you, you can decorate the room however you liked, they will get you everything you will need. You really like the idea of getting your own little place that you can use however you want to.

It didn't take long for you to decorate the entire room to your own liking. Some would call it excessive or even ugly but it was your new home and you intended to be comfortable there, and for that, you wanted a place that you liked, not what other people liked.

Your first week there was a mess. Even though you were in a place filled with people like you, some of the agents still give you looks that you did not appreciate.

You went out to the cafeteria to get some dinner, they had a lot of choices, a lot of them were things that you really liked, so you didn't have a hard time choosing. The lady behind the counter was really nice to you as she gave you your food. You sat down at one of the tables with your tray.

No one sat down with you to eat but you had expected that to happen. You were OK with just observing the people who were there. And then, he entered the room.

Hellboy.

He looked completely annoyed buy something, you didn't know what it was, or who would even dare to cause problems for someone like him.

He greeted some of the agents who were sitting at a table and they greeted him back.

He was loud someone even said obnoxious but something about him interested you, could have been the horns could have been the red skin could have been his attitude you were not sure, but for some reason, you were very intrigued.

Same day at night you were at the library, since you had nothing better to do you were just going to read a couple books. You hoped you would find something interesting.

And something interesting you found.

It was a large very heavy book, talked about all kinds of prophecies, you read a lot of them, they were quite interesting to you.

But the last one caught your eye.

It talked about the apocalypse, about a fiery demon coming to earth to destroy everything and kill everyone, it talked about the end of humanity. It also went into specific details about the demon which you realized was Hellboy. However, it also talked about an Angel coming down from the heavens to save humanity industry the demon.

That Angel was you.

The power matched down to every single detail. But you didn't like this.

You didn't like the idea of being some sort of hero, a hero by killing another being was not something you wanted to become.

You assumed this very prophecy was why you were kept in this facility. You thought the leaders wanted to keep you in close proximity, so if they would ever need you, you would be there. You will never really want to follow any rules let alone what prophecies in an old dingy book say. You know you wanted to change destiny and that you will be able to do it.

You decided to become friends with Hellboy who you now have learned the others called Red.

It was rather easy to become friends with him since he didn't have a lot of options. Sure, there was Alice and Ben, but other than that, no one. And he really appreciated your presence. Although, you were very different from Alice in more ways than one.

First, you were a hell of a lot prettier than her. Nicer too.

There were feelings in him that he couldn't quite understand, and he knew that you were the source of those feelings, at first, he thought that those were your powers, that you were able to control people's feelings. But then during a mission, he found out that was not the case, your powers were not to control people’s feelings but had to do with lights which really impressed him.

You looked like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. As the light surrounded you and you controlled it with such ease.

He was sure it took a lot of effort for you to learn how to work with your powers.

He wanted to understand those feelings, he needed to. Then he asked Alice about them, all he got was her laughing and telling him that he was stupid.

So, he sat on his own quest to find the answer.

He started to spend more and more time with you. Often inviting you to his room to play video games or to just hang out and drink beer.

You really enjoyed those times it was like you finally had someone you could fully connect with and he also really enjoyed it because he found someone who didn't judge him based on his looks.

The two of you became really close really fast.

Even his father noticed this friendship between the two of you, all he could do with congratulate his son.

Everyone around you smiled and smirked like they knew something, something that you didn't know and it annoyed you. Why did they act like that? What was it that they knew?

It wasn't like before, it wasn't like when you were in high school and every kid gave you a side-eyed look, no, this was very different. It was almost like everyone was silently congratulating you on something that you didn't even do, or you don't remember doing. It was one of the weirdest times in your life.

Until the event, when everything finally made sense.

The two of you ever just chilling out in your room, when an agent came in to tell you that you have a new mission. She said it will be only the two of you because it's a very easy and quick mission.

Both of you were rather annoyed to get your relaxing time interrupted, but you had no choice so you left.

The mission really did seem easy it was basically an in and out type of mission. When the agent explained to you what you would need to do, you know that will be no problem for you or for Hellboy. Even if you were not as used to going on missions as he was, you know you would be able to at least help him.

In the end, you to did a really good job with securing the monster, thankfully you didn't need to use a lot of violence.

You are done about to go home when it all went downhill.

You two failed to notice that there were actually two monsters. And the other one managed to sneak up on you, it wanted to hit Hellboy but you reacted in time and got him out of the way, which resulted in you getting hurt.

The monster hit you on your side making you fly into the wall knocking the breath out of your lungs as you fell to the floor.

Everything hurt.

You didn't even realize what was going on, everything became blurry and muted. You didn't hear the yelling. You didn’t even hear him calling out your name.

It was only later when you woke up in a hospital bed, the doctor told you what happened.

Apparently, you managed to get Hellboy out of the way just in time but as you got hurt two of your ribs broke another one got fractured and your ankle was twisted as you fell to the floor. 

The doctor also told you that Hellboy managed to kill the monster. She even told you that Hellboy was extremely scared and angry because of what happened to you.

He was the one who rushed you into the Infirmary and demanded every single person to help you immediately, she told you that he was yelling pointing his gun at everyone. 

She said that she has never seen him so scared before.

It really warmed your heart to hear that he had such a reaction to you getting hurt. But you also felt really bad to making him worry so much. You wanted to see him right now.

“Where is he? I want to see him.” You asked as you tried your best to sit up in bed but you felt your ribs really hurting. You groaned in pain as you sat up, the doctor tried to stop you but she couldn't. “I just want to see him that's all, where is he?”

“He just left a couple of minutes ago, he said something about getting a beer or something. I will ask a nurse to go and look for him, you can not get out of bed or your wounds would get worse.” she said and she left the room to do just what she told you.

You were so anxious and scared as you sat in the room, there was complete silence only the humming of the different machines in the room could be heard. You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

Then the door opened with a loud bang and the unmistakable figure of Hellboy entered the room. The nurse behind him closed the door as he rushed to your side.

“Are you ok? How are you feeling? The doctor said a lot of gibberish I couldn't quite understand. But the most important thing is that you are awake. You shouldn't have pushed me away, I would have been fine and now you wouldn't have to be in a hospital bed with broken ribs. You are so silly.” You could tell that he was just as scared as you were.

“The most important thing is that both of us are fine and that we finished the mission just as we were asked to.”

“I don't care about the mission! I care about you, you don't have to put yourself in way of danger to save me, I would have been perfectly fine I survived worse. Promise me you won't worry me this much ever again.” he grabbed your hand, basically he was pleading with his eyes, you could tell just by looking at him how scared he must have been but you knew that you wouldn't have done it any other way. You would have pushed him out of the way of harm without thinking over and over again, he meant too much to you.

“You know I cannot promise you that, Red. I care too much about you, you are my only friend here.”

“But that’s the thing Kid, I don't want to be only your friend, and today really made me realize that. As I carried you back to the car, I couldn't stop thinking that this was my fault. That you nearly died because of my negligence.”

“Y-you want us to be more than friends?” You tried your best to fully understand what he was trying to say even if your mind didn't really want to believe it.

“Yes. I cannot continue to pretend what you really mean to me. Every day and when you came over just to hang out I couldn't stop thinking about... Us. Look, I know I'm not what people would call ‘normal’, but I don't care. I have to admit my feelings. I care about you deeply.”

There were a couple seconds of silence, you felt how heavy it was in the air. Your heart made up its mind the second you saw him, you knew you would not be able to stay only friends with him for very long, but you hid your feelings so you wouldn't lose him as a friend. And now here he was, confessing his feelings being completely open to you.

“I really really care about you as well, Hellboy. I just didn't want to say anything, didn't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Looks like we're both silly then.” He said as he laughed a little, his hands still holding yours, you squeezed his hand making him look into your eyes.

“We are.”

You let him slowly lean in to give you a kiss your lips on your lips. Even though you're ribs and chest were hurting, you couldn't help but feel extremely happy. Not only were you able to admit your feelings, but they were reciprocated.

The gossip about your relationship with Hellboy went around the facility rather quickly, Alice and Ben both came to congratulate the two of you. Many agents also congratulated you but of course, there were a couple of people who made negative comments. To be fair you expected those and you both couldn't care less about what they would think.

You were happy and that's what matters.

And that is how you broke the prophecy, you, the Angel who was supposed to destroy and kill evil fell in love with him. If you were honest you were just happy to live your own life and create your own destiny.

Your own future with him.

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Hey idk if ur taking requests but could you possibly do a hellboy (2019) x GN reader where they couldn't sleep so they wandered round the BPRD so HB goes looking for them? If not O understand :)

Listen, I LOVE Hellboy and I'm so happy to get a request for him!!!

You knew it would be a long night when you kept tossing and turning. The rustling disturbed your roommate, making you decide just to wander around the BPRD at the ungodly hour of two thirty-three am. It was originally to try and get a glass of water, maybe consume a few bags of chips to put yourself into a mild starch induced food coma, but you quickly deduced that that was a horrible idea and ate the ice cream in the cafeteria's freezer. That was also a bad idea, however, because it just made you start bouncing around the hallways. You really should have brought shoes or socks, the floor was freezing. It really is going to be a long night.

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Hellboy woke up with a confused start. Blinking, he looked over to the bed on the other side of the room. Y/n wasn't there. Where would they be? It's just about three in the morning. He sat up fully and threw his legs over the side of the bed. His left hand rubbed at his face, trying to wake him up further, as he stood up. Hellboy made his way out of the room and into the hall.

Where could they be? He walked down multiple hallways, checked the cafeteria, went to the library, training rooms, empty offices. They weren't in any of them. Hellboy was getting worried. Why would they leave the room anyway? There's already a bathroom there, and even a little kitchenette where they both keep their snacks. He thought about calling out their name, but decided against it, in case there were any security guards who're trigger happy.

He checked the room again, just to make sure they didn't go back there while he was out. Nope. No one. His worry spiked, and he furrowed his brows. He made his way to the exit, maybe they were outside?

Out on the department's front lawn, he had to blink a few times for his eyes to adjust fully to the darkness. When they did, the shape of his roommate (and crush), was easily found in the moonlight.

"Y/n!" He rushed over to them and engulfed them into a hug. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" He pulled back to look at their confused face.

"HB, what are you doing up at this hour?" Their small smile made his heart beat faster.

"I don't know but when I woke up you weren't there and I got a little worried." He brought his left hand up and pat it on their head. "'Sides, you're one to talk. Awake at three am." They laughed softly at this.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." They pulled out of his grasp and stood up, making Hellboy miss the feel of their skin. "But we should head back inside probably. In case there's a bed check or something." They laughed again. He stood up and they both walked back in and to their shared room.

In the room, they went to their respective beds. No sooner had they gotten situated had Y/n started moving around again. They sighed.

"I think I know what the problem is," they spoke. Hellboy hummed, opening his eyes to see them sitting up and looking at him. They threw their legs over the side of their bed and walked over to him.

"Y/n?" His question when unanswered as they lifted up his blanket and snuggled up underneath it next to him. "Uh..." They scooted closer and wrapped an arm around him then sighed in content.

"My bed's too uncomfy," they yawned and snuggled closer, "but this is optimal comfort." They were out in minutes as Hellboy's mind raced. It slowed to a calm as he wrapped his right arm around them, being mindful of the brick like texture of it, and pulled them closer.

"This is comfy." And he went to sleep.