#nuada x you

[gay-dorito-dust]

Nuada being turned into a cat and not letting enyone tutch him exept nuala and reader😁 mabey cat cuddle?

You heard Hellboy before you saw him as his laughter echoed through the organisation, confused as to what he found hilarious, you looked to Nuala who shared your feelings as you both left the library to go see what had Hellboy tickled pink.

‘Somethings amiss.’ Nuala said as you were halfway down the hallway and you grew concerned, reaching out to lock arms with her.

‘What you mean by that? Is it Nuada? Is he okay?’ You asked and Nuala couldn’t help but find your concern for her brother rather sweet and endearing, she could easily see why he had grown such a soft spot for you in recent days. Something he’ll next admit aloud but through their bond he didn’t have to.

‘He is fine, it’s just-‘

‘Hey y/n! Nuala! Nuada got turned into a fucking cat on our mission- ow you little shit.’ Hellboy interrupts as he points to the grumpy white cat with golden eyes -whom he had claimed as the eleven prince Nuada- the cat in question looked rather prideful after biting Hellboy’s hand, so you guessed that tracked considering that their relationship was still…in the works to say the least with their occasional clashes, along with the frequent sparing matches that might as well seem like proper all out fights.

‘And how did he get turned into a cat might I ask.’ You said and you noticed how cat nuada became calm at the sound of your voice. His piercing golden eyes looking at you intently as he managed to wrangle his way out of Hellboy’s grip, hissing at him, Abe and Liz before making his way over to rub switch between rubbing himself against his sister’s and your leg while purring.

It was obvious that he didn’t do anything of a similar nature to Hellboy, Abe or Liz from the looks on their face, especially Hellboy’s when you reached down a hand for Nuada to sniff to his leisure. Once he was done you picked him up in your arms and held him again your chest, feeling him purr was enough to make you smile in content as you scratched under his chin, which only made him purr even more.

‘A witch did it, nothing more, nothing less.’ Hellboy said with a shrug.

‘And when will my brother be free of this spell?’ Nuala asked as she looked at the white cat in your arms, concerned as she rubbed his head with a finger, hoping it wasn’t permanent in any regard.

‘24 hours.’ Abe replied and that must’ve relived Nuala of her worries as she smiled at him in thanks for easing her mind. Nuada -feeling this through their bond- opened his eye and growled at Abe, who flinched and too a step back from the hostile kitten.

‘Nuada.’ You said and immediately his attention was on you, looking up at you with his golden eyes in what you believed was him trying to convey his innocence in all this, ‘I know this isn’t ideal for you in the slightest but don’t growl at Abe for answering a simple question.’ You scolded him and Nuada flattened his ears against his head in embarrassment as he burrowed himself into your arms.

‘Aww is princy getting scolded by his lover?’ Hellboy teased the eleven prince turned cat, who hissed and tried to swipe at him with his claws, only to nick you by accident and made your grip on him falter a little. ‘Ow.’ You groaned and Nuada, already feeling like shit for disappointing you, proceed to lick your wound in an effort to make you feel better, which you appreciated but knew you’d have to have properly disinfected and patched up soon after.

‘I know you didn’t mean it Nuada, it was an accident I’m fine.’ You tried to tell him but the cat was hellbent on making things right by you by being extra affectionate, purring loudly for you and nuzzling himself into your arms. You looked over at Abe, Liz, Hellboy and Nuala and smiled. ‘Seeing as how he hates all of you except me and Nuala, I’ll take up the task of caring of this feral one until he turns back to normal.’

Everyone to seem to accept this and go their own way as Hellboy huffed. ‘I was just about to say that.’ Liz only patted him on the back as they head back to their room. ‘Sure you did red, sure you did.’

Nuala looked at you with a smile as she touched your shoulder. ‘Take care of my brother.’ She said with Abe standing a good deal of distance away from the cat in your arms that glared at him with murderous intent. You returned the smile, shifting Nuada in your arms for a better grip, making him let out a surprise sound as he gripped onto you and slightly digging his claws into your shoulders before relaxing when you stopped. ‘Don’t worry, your brother is in safe hands..not like he wants to be anywhere else to begin with.’ You replied with a chuckle as you saw Nuala and Abe off.

‘Say goodbye nuada.’ You said to the kitten softly as he only growled at Abe’s back before looking at the claw mark on your arm in guilt. You saw this conflict within his golden eyes leaned down to kiss his furry little head. ‘I’m fine, it’s only a scratch you didn’t mean it, I’m okay.’ You whispered to him as he gave it a lonely lick to emphasise his guilt in hurting you.

He didn’t mean to hurt you and you knew that, but it still didn’t sit right with Nuada that in his fit of anger towards Hellboy’s comment you had gotten hurt in the process in due to his outburst, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything to make up for it in this form but swore that once he was back to normal he’ll more then make it up to you tenfold. So all he could do in response was push he head into your lips in hopes that you’ll understand what he was trying to convey, and thankfully for Nuada you did as you gave him more kisses as you carried him off to your room, tired from everything and everyone.

‘Welcome to my room.’ You tell Nuada as you put him down to adventure your room, sniffing things in intrigued and also leaping a couple feet in the air as he caught his reflection in the mirror for the first time since being changed into a cat. Your room was rather warm, cosy and everything that Nuada had assumed it would be from your personality alone, there were pictures of yourself, Abe, Liz and Hellboy on your walls, and even some of yourself and his sister during your days out together.

You also had shelves dedicated to both books and movies alike lining your walls that had warm fairy lights strung up across them and even the headboard of your bed, which only made the room feel more lived in and loved to Nuada as he found himself staring blankly at the lights with wide eyes. You chuckled to yourself as you saw his expression and his tail swishing softly behind him from atop of your bed, before patting the duet to get his attention.

‘Come on up here Nuada or do you need some help?’ You asked but before you could offer your hand, Nuada leapt up to your bed to prove that he could do it by himself with ease, but while his act displayed his capability of being independent, Nuada cuddled himself into your side regardless and began to purr when you rubbed his back soothingly. ‘So much for being mr independence.’ You joked softly as you watched Nuada close his eyes, you knew that you’d have to be careful when you fall asleep in fear that you might squash him by accident.

However you didn’t have to worry much as Nuada -finding his current sleeping position to be not to his standard- moved to clamber up on your chest, kneading your stomach like all cats side in the videos you watched as though it was dough, before finding solace in your breathing and warmth as he soon asleep once more. Your heart melted at how at ease with you Nuada seemed to be, it was adorable and felt grateful that he gave you the chance to know him the way that Nuala did, you even felt honoured there he preferred your company in comparison to other people and you didn’t want to do anything to ruin it in any way possible.

even if it meant holding you tongue about your feelings for the eleven prince, but however you got to spend time with Nuada, you were more then grateful to have and spend it wisely while you could. You pressed a kiss to his head, whispering. ‘Goodnight Nuada, sweet dreams.’

[thedragonkween]

Hiii! I know I’m a bit late but I just wanted to say that I loved your Nuada HCs! Like literally made my heart melt they were so cute! 🩵

Anyway, I was wondering what kinds of activities you think he’d enjoy doing with his s/o. Personally, I see him as being very into nature (especially secluded wilderness uninhabited by humans) but I wanted to hear your thoughts! ⭐️

Do you see him as a dog or cat elf?

Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?

What would he do for his partner during a holiday? :)

Hi! Thank you so much, I appreciate your words a lot 💜 I'm happy that there are many people who want to smooch our elf prince. 🧝 And sorry for the delay on this one!

Now, onto your questions!

Tags: Gender neutral Reader, headcanons, sfw, no warnings!

What kind of activity would Nuada enjoy doing with you?

I agree with you a lot on this one! From what I understood from the film, elves are tied with nature and share a deep connection with it. It would be natural (ha-ha) for him to want to spend time with you there! And of course, the more secluded from humans, the better. It doesn't necessarily have to be super tough hikes (although he would enjoy them and would have no difficulty conquering steep hills or getting lost in thick forests) - he understands that you may not be built for that and takes great pleasure even in taking a calm walk through the woods or a park.

Just imagine him walking next to you (so he can protect you if anything happens), telling you stories of the spirits who live in the wilderness, occasionally touching the bark of ancient oaks and beech trees with reverence while listening to them talk. You would have the privilege of knowing the language of the forest thanks to him. 🌳

Is he a dog or a cat elf?

I'm a bit torn on this one. I think he definitely has a soft spot for all kinds of animals (think of the scene where he slaughters the police officers, but leaves the dogs alive). I believe that he has great respect for all things relating to nature. That said, for the kind of life that he lives, I believe he could enjoy a dog companion that fights with him and accompanies him on his adventures! As for cats, I can see him having a horde of stray cats that live in his nest in the sewers, maybe cuddling up to him while he studies his next move or tinkers with his elvish technology. They just like spending time around him because he has a peaceful presence and spares them treats from time to time. In turn, the cats get rid of the rats, so it's a favorable deal for both parties.

Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?

If he cared about you so much to consider you his partner, I believe there is little he wouldn't do for you! If you're feeling tired, are sick, or simply want to spend time with him away from the chaos of the human world, he would take you to his lair and cuddle you there, keeping you fully to himself. You could also convince him to spend time in your home, teaching him about human technology or entertainment to show him that humans are capable of creating something beautiful, and not just destruction.

What would he do for his partner during a holiday?

I think he would honor elvish tradition and give you gifts or partake in traditional elvish holiday festivities with you! His culture is sacred to him, and nothing would make him happier than sharing that part of him with you. He weaves flower crowns out of rare flowers for you, dances under the stars on summer nights and even has a weapon crafted for you, such as a small knife, in the event he is not there to protect you (although he never lets you out of his sight, if possible).

Of all human holidays, I bet he'd enjoy Halloween the most. Going around scaring humans? The fashion? Seeing you dressed as a mystical creature? He's all for it!

If you liked my writing, it would mean the world to me if you reblogged the post or left a comment. 🥰

[princessvisionary101]

Teaser for chapter 2 of Prince Nuada Silverlance x disowned princess reader:

While you two were strolling in the hallways of the palace, you wondered if you could find many records about the Bethmoora clan to pass the time in the library. Afterall, if you were going to read some books while your family discuss business, may as well learn more about the strangers you’ve never heard of then not anything.

Now don’t be mistaken, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them like you family did for many other visitors or guests; but learning more about other existences than just other similar individuals was enough to imagine exploring the outside world without no care in the world.

(Now to further explain my situation if y’all are curious, if not, you can ignore this message before the keep reading tab but if y’all are curious, then y’all are free to keep reading.)

Now y’all know as a person we all have a lot of responsibilities that we have to focus on before doing anything that we love to enjoy.

For example, I am about to start college in a few days and I also work on the weekends, so I hardly have any time to do anything much less riding stories, playing video games, or hanging out with friends.

But do not worry. I still want to try to finish the story just so that way I can see how far my writing skills can go and because I’ve always wanted to be a fun, loving fanfic writer for characters who hardly get enough Fame or love as they should. But do not fret the chapter is already done. I just need to edit a few stuff to make sense and then I will have enough time to post it before I start college.

I hope y’all enjoy the chapter and thank you for reminding me how much people are patiently waiting for something that means a lot to me.

[dolleyedoe]

Ofc I find him attractive....

[bloodyshadow737]

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello author, could you make Nuada with a female reader who is a dragon leader, she resembles like a mix of Hiccup and Valka from httyd, she also has a fire sword, dragon armor and staff, she is kind and compassionate to dragons, can tame and earn the trust of any dragon, she has 3 main dragons: Stormcutter, Triple Strike, Song of Death and the baby Deathgripper she recently rescued, she lives in a hidden place with the dragons she rescued. It took her a while to start trusting Nuada and the others. All the dragons obey her, so when a screaming death attacks the base, she calmly talks to the dragon and tames it. She takes Nuada with her on missions to free dragons from hunters, but her dragons are not friendly to Nuada (they don't trust him, but after Nuada saves y/n from a hunter's weapon, he deserves their trust and respect, but the dragons can growl at him and the little deathgripper tries to burn his clothes with acid, which Red laughs at), but are friendly to the others. One shot, if you don't mind. I apologize if I send you this request a second time

Ask and you shall receive!

I changed things around a little bit. I hope you don't mind.

Paring : Nuada x Fem. Reader (Elf / Dragon Keeper)

Themes: Enemies to friends | Slow burn | Soft/Fluff | Fights in the begining, and at the end.

Summary : Waking up in caves is never a good idea, until Nuada wakes up in one, one that leads him to a world he never knew existed.

Word count : 3.5K words

Nuada awoke in the dark. He fumbled for his spear, trying to make sense of where he was.

All he knew was the darkness, the cold, and the lingering dampness that clung to the air. The ground beneath his feet was rocky and uneven. He was in a cave, a dark and gloomy one at that. Nuada had stumbled here and collapsed after his duel with Anung Un Rama to recuperate from his many injuries. He must have passed out, he realized, but he was alive. And if he was alive, then that meant his twin was alive.

He reached through his link, searching for some sign. Nuala was alive, and she seemed happy. Very happy, if the feelings he picked up were true. The sheer relief was enough to push him back onto his feet and grab his spear. He needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. 

He had no idea how far he had stumbled or where the entrance was. The cave seemed to flow on and on, a veritable tunnel of darkness and cold air. There was nothing here. No warmth, no light, no signs of life. At least this tunnel was empty, thank the gods. Nuada still felt weak and was in no mood for more fighting. At least, not for a while. 

He walked and walked, ignoring his discomfort, his ears alert to any sound or movement. He stretched out a cautious hand, feeling the walls, his nose sniffing, hoping for something. Anything. Any sign that he was on the right track, on his way out, and to freedom. In the end, Nuada heard nothing. And he thought he was trapped in this dark prison for the rest of his days. He did not like that prospect at all. 

And that was when he heard it, a faint and distant shriek. It felt shrill and powerful, like it came from some formidable beast. A beast of any kind meant there was an exit somewhere, and he was determined to find out. Nuada walked on, tightening his grip on his spear. 

The tunnel dragged on, but the sound grew louder. No, not just a sound; there were many sounds. He heard wings flapping, strange creatures snarling at each other, of waterfalls.

Waterfalls? He thought. In so deep a cave?

Curiosity overtook all else, and Nuada was determined to see where he was and what dwelt within. He went on, sighing in relief when the presence of fresh air grew strong. He was nearing an exit of some sort, and perhaps, he would find the answers he was seeking. He was so preoccupied with his quest that he was completely unaware he was being followed. At least, that is what you thought.

While his back was turned, you sneaked up on him, your hands reaching for your weapons. They sliced through the air in silence, ready to strike, and then—

The intruder turned and neatly blocked your attack with a spear.

Nuada was stuck between shock and confusion. There was someone else here? Living in these caves with whatever beasts dwelled within? "Who are you?" He demanded.

You didn’t answer and only responded with another charge, another attack. Nuada was prepared, blocking your every attempt, but his body weakened. It hurt to move. It hurt to even breathe. He started to slow down and you took advantage of it, pressing your attack even more. Nuada was growing weary, and needed to end this battle before he collapsed again. When you charged, he deflected your blow and brought his spear down on your weapons, knocking them out of your hands. He moved again, bringing the pole to your knees and knocking you onto your back. Before you could even stand up, the tip of his spear was right between your eyes. "Enough!" He rasped as black spots danced before his eyes. "Who are you?"

Before you could give an answer, before you could even think, Nuada dropped his weapon and collapsed, groaning as the world went black again.

✵

When Nuada awoke a second time, he found himself resting inside an airy tent. One filled with light and soft pelts and colorful cushions. His body throbbed, and his head swam. When he looked down, he found clean dressings over his wounds.

"Aha! The intruder comes back from the dead."

Nuada’s head spun as he sat up. "Here." A warm bowl was pressed into his hands. "Your stomach was growling the entire time while you slept."

"I would hardly consider falling unconscious as sleeping, but I thank you all the same." He lifted the bowl to his nose and sniffed, hoping and praying he was smelling vegetable stew and not anything else.

"Carrots and potatoes," You rolled your eyes and chuckled, tossing a chunk of bread that he caught cleanly with one hand. "And a bit of mutton. Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it. If I wanted you dead, I would have just chucked you over a waterfall."

"I thank you for your consideration," Nuada muttered as he studied you. You had to be els, or at least part elf. You had donned wearing strange armour, and your shield was all blues, reds, and yellows. Your helm, now perched on a pole, had strange horns sticking out, all painted in blue. Who were you, and how did you come to be here? "I am Nuada Silverlance of the Bethmooran clan, and--"

You gasped as your hands flew to your mouth. Without another word you made your way to his weapon and picked it up, your eyes filling with reverence. "Bethmooran iron," you breathed. "As I live and breathe. And you’re Prince Nuada?"

"Aye," Nuada said between mouthfuls of stew and bread.

"And your father is King Balor? The King Balor?" You kept the spear to the side and leaned in to hear more. "Is he still alive?"

Nuada was overcome with remorse for the pain he caused his father. "He is," he said truthfully. "Though he no longer considers me his son."

"What? Why?"

"Because I tried to go against him, tried to awaken the Golden Army. He sent a champion after me to stop me from finding the last piece of the key. We fought. And I- I was defeated."

Your eyes gave nothing away. "Hence the injuries?"

"Hence the injuries."

You hummed and pursed your lips, sat up straight, your legs crossing over each other as you studied him with wary eyes. Nuada ignored you and went on eating, his hunger greater than he realized. The stew was delicious, the bread soft and fresh. That still didn’t explain why  you were here, what those beasts were. "Where am I?" he asked, as he mopped up the remnants of stew with the last piece of bread. "Who are you? And what were those sounds I heard?"

You sighed but decide to introduce yourself. You were within the safety of your home after all, and had nothing to fear. And should the prince try anything, he would find you had many means of defending herself.

"I am y/n. I moved to these caves during the great war against the mortals."

Nuada nodded, his ears twitching when he picked up the noise of large wings in the air. "I heard some elves went into hiding and kept themselves apart from all the others. But what is this place? And what are those beasts out there?"

You pushed yourself up onto your feet and made your way to the entrance.  "This place has no name," you said as you pulled back the flaps. "If it did, the memory of it died long before I was even born. As for those beasts you heard--"

Nuada craned his neck and only saw lush trees, sprawling meadows, a strange but gentle light, and waterfalls in the distance. He looked again, trying to see what you saw. Nuada nearly gave up when a shadow flitted over the tent before settling in front of the entrance. He gaped at the sight before him.

"Dragons? Here? Alive?"

You grinned when the dragon strained its neck to get a better look at Nuada.  "Aye. Dragons. Alive. And in hiding. "Come," you said as you walked out without looking back. "I’ll introduce you to them.”

✵

You proved to be a hospitable host, the kind that was polite and generous but kept their distance. The prince going against the king and trying to awaken the Golden Army made you suspicious of him. The dragons living in the sanctuary seemed to share your feelings and avoided him, growling and snarling at him if he got too close. Nuada sighed and kept a respectful distance.  

He met the dragons that had actually bonded with you. There was a magnificent ruby red Storm-Cutter named Crimson, a Triple Strike called Lash, and a gorgeous Deathsong aptly named Siren.

They didn’t try to kill him, oh no. They treated Nuada with great indifference, which he supposed was better than being eaten or burned to cinders. Still, it stung to know that they did not trust him and that they did not trust him because you did not trust him. And you did not trust him because he admitted going against his father in an attempt to awaken the Golden Army. Elves from that age knew of the horrors of that terrible war and the blood that stained the blades of the mechanical warriors. Anyone would be suspicious of him, so he made himself useful, helping her with whatever you needed to get you to trust him.

It did not work, so he turned to his sister, asking her for aid. Even through the link, he could feel her rolling her eyes as she advised him.

One of those was jokes, so he tried to lighten the mood as Anung Un Rama would.

It didn’t work.

He was then instructed to try to be as witty as Abe Sapien.

That didn’t work, either. You merely shrugged and carried on with your work. Frustrated, Nuada thanked his sister, thinking he could figure things out on his way. He kept his head down, kept trying, hoping he’d have some luck someday.

The days melted into each other, and he lost track of time. He had settled into a comfortable routine, sometimes stopping to watch as you went about you day, doing your own work and keeping watch over the dragons. They obeyed you without question and hung onto you every word. There was deep love there, he could tell. And It honestly shocked him. Dragons never took to anyone, and no one took to them. At one time, elves hunted them during their coming-of-age ceremonies as a rite of passage. Nuada had only heard of dragons, as they had disappeared by the time he was born. He now realized they had not disappeared but had merely gone into hiding. This underground system in which they all lived was certainly big enough.

"What do they eat?" He asked one morning.

You pointed to the river. "Fish," you said, your hand then turning to the forests. "Game. They don’t eat much. One good meal a day can them going for weeks."

Nuada nodded and took in his surroundings again. "And that light?"

Even you had no clue, and you shrugged. "I’m not sure myself. It only lights up during the day and goes off at night. Perhaps stray sunlight is hitting some residue?"

Nuada could bring Anung Un Rama and Abe here if he could make peace with them. They would be able to figure it out. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. Anung Un Rama might only succeed in getting them all set on fire; his companion Liz would not be amused, and Nuala would howl at him for weeks. No, he decided, he would only bring Abe. 

And the days went on, with you and Nuada slowly falling into a comfortable pattern. There wasn’t complete trust, not yet, but he felt the two of you were getting there. He showed you how to improve your fighting, and you taught him how to befriend dragons you had rescued, save for one that is.

And that was a Screaming Death that had flown to the sanctuary, looking for prey. You had to use your flaming sword to distract it and calm it. It was ornery and given to sulking, and Nuada had missed its attack, how you subdued it. Its favourite pass-time was to try and hit Nuada with fireballs.

“Tell me how to tame that thing,” He muttered over breakfast.

“Not yet,” you said back.

The lack of trust stung, but Nuada was patient.

You did, however, tried to teach him to calm a young Death Gripper named Sting. Nuada got close enough to touch its snout. It responded by going after him with its stinger and nearly burning a hole through his boot with its acid.

You had been content to watch the chaos unfold before your eyes before doubling up in laughter. 

After having freed himself, Nuada came over and huffed, "Enjoying my suffering, yes?"

You answered in fits and starts. "W-well c-can y-you b-blame m-me?"

And you hooted when the Death Gripper came for a second round, and he shooed it away. "One of these days," Nuada mumbled, his eyes narrowing to thin lines. "I’ll get you back. Mark my words."

"Y-yes, b-but n-not tod--"

You collapsed onto your side, holding on to your tummy, as the Death Gripper appeared out of nowhere and ran into Nuada’s knees, making him fall onto his back with a loud oof. It should have been mortifying that a prince of his station could be treated in such a way, but he managed to see the funny side. He sat up and rewarded you with a giggle that finally turned into laughter.

"Come on," you groaned, your sides hurting like hell. "I’m off to see if any dragons need to be rescued, and you are going to help me."

✵

The flight was exhilarating.

Nuada finally understood what true freedom was. He understood what it felt to be like an eagle, soaring above the world with nothing to hold him back Crimson was the most experienced at handling riders, and the boldest of the dragons. He’d rise and dive with the waves, take sharp turns around cliffs, never missing a beat.

You looked back, grinning at Nuada’s expression. “Enjoying yourself?”

His eyes had been filled with awe and wonder. “This is amazing!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” You tapped Crimson on the side, three gentle knocks to his neck. The dragon understood the signal and flew, going higher and higher, not stopping until he was flying between the clouds. “Look,” you said, pointing to what was all around him.

Nuada’s breath caught at the sight. Miles upon miles of bright blue sky, nothing around but the clouds all around them and the ocean beneath them. “You know, I’m glad I stumbled into those caves!”

You were glad too, though you wouldn’t tell it, not yet. Caring for the dragons was a fulfilling duty, a duty you enjoyed, but you had been lonely, with no one for company. Nuada had changed that with his arrival. “Good!” You yelled as you leaned forward, another signal for Crimson. “But you’ll need to hold on for now!”

“What?”

“I said, hold on!”

Nuada screamed, actually screamed, as he grabbed on to you when Crimson dived. The wind and cold were like tiny daggers, the drop terrifying, but he didn’t care. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he’d cherish it for the rest of his days.

When the water grew closer, when the sting of salt grew stronger, Crimson leveled out, jolting the both of you. Nuada couldn’t help but cry, “We need to do that again!”

When you looked back, Nuada rewarded you with a smile that made him glow from within. “We should,” you turn back, pleased as punch. “We definitely should.”

✵

It was an abandoned farm you flew to. Crimson had been on alert, sniffing the air for the presence of any dragons. When he finally caught a scent, he dipped as silently as possible.

Nuada could still feel his heart thumping. “A moment, if you please,” he mumbled. His legs had been unsteady and he needed a second to compose himself. “Right.” He coughed and straightened himself, much to your amusement. “Let’s go rescue this dragon.”

Crimson pointed to the barn. A dragon had been hiding there, he was sure of it.

There was something in the air though, that put Nuada on edge. “Something’s wrong. I can smell it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. “What is it?”

“Those other rescues, you said they were difficult, yes?”

“Yes. Dragons hide in places no one has heard of or even seen. Why?”

“A large barn,” He gestured to the ramshackle structure. “By an abandoned farm, in a well-used patch of country” He pulled out his spear, his entire body going taut like a bow-string. “It’s too good to be true.”

“You think it’s a trap?” This put you on edge. The elven rites of passages may have disappeared, but hunters still roamed the country, looking for live dragons they could kill for their hide, for their bones. There was magic in those parts, and spell-workers paid handsomely for bones and scales.

It was something Nuada would have done if he was a hunter trying to lure a dragon. “I know it is.”

The two of you inched closer and closer, weapons drawn, attention at full alert. Crimson followed, in case you needed help.

It was nerve wracking, creeping towards the barn in inch by painfully slow inch. The barn creaked and groaned, as if in warning. Still, this needed to be done.

Nuada went in first, pushed the door, spear at the ready as it swung inside.

The air was cold here, and so very still. Nuada was right, this was starting to smell of a trap. “Crimson,” you turned to your dragon, to order them to fly away. “Go ho--”

Your order died on your tongue as Nuada pushed you back and blocked a club that was aimed right at you. A hunter stood before him, clad in inky black armour, their face covered save for the eyes.

A hunter, here, hiding in this very barn. Your skin flushed with fear, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “But there was a dragon!” you yelled as the two of you fought the hunter, a man who seemed quite skilled in fighting. “Crimson felt it!”

The hunter cackled. “And he did feel it, aye. Come on, darling!” he yelled into the shadows. “Make your presence known!”

The deafening scream gave you your answer. Gods save us, you sank to the ground in pain. Crimson had huddled into a ball, whimpering. Another Screaming Death.

The creature that glided towards them was young, probably two at the most. A strange amulet was strung around its neck, its twin around the hunter’s throat. The best seemed eager, hungry, and eyed Crimson like he was a tasty morsel.

“Y/N!” Nuada forced himself to his feet, spear in hand. “Does it have a weakness?”

Screaming Deaths had no known weaknesses, save for one, light. And it was still young enough to not have outgrown it. Then there were those amulets. They glittered and gleamed, like some dark magic rested within the jewels.

What if those stones bound the dragon to the hunter? Made it subservient to him?

“You deal with the hunter!” You pulled out your sword and fumbled with the lighters, praying a spark would hold and a fire would catch. “And,” you quickly leaned in, “Get rid of that necklace somehow.”

Nuada was more than up to the task. While he kept the hunter occupied, you waved your sword around as flames took hold, providing enough of a distraction for the dragon. It tailed you where you went, ducking and weaving, screaming whenever it recovered its senses.

Nuada had his hands full, fighting the hunter. They parried and slashed, hacked and hammered, each a match for the other. Nuada pressed on. He had faced worthier opponents and he wasn’t going to back down now. He kept fighting, constantly pushing the hunter onto the back foot. 

And you? You had managed to pacify the Screaming Death long to sneak up to him, to grab that amulet. It recovered again, screeched so loud that the shock knocked you down. When it was about to lunge at you, Crimson leapt for its throat, both trying to tear each other to bloody pulps.

Nuada kept the hunter on the back foot, never letting him have the upper hand. He had disgraced his father once, he would not disgrace him again by falling to such a foe. The hunter’s attention broke, and Nuada took his chance. The blade of his spear came down in a clean arc, hit the necklace right on the stone, shattering it to pieces, just as Crimson managed to tear the necklace off the dragon, overpowering it and subduing it. The hunter shrieked.

"Get out,” you hissed. “Get out or there’ll be worse for you.”

The hunter sputtered, but ran with his tail between his legs. You reached Nuada and collapse next to him. “That was an interesting turn to the day.”

Nuada chuckled despite everything. “You could say that.”

Crimson came over and huffed at him, an expectant look in his eyes. “He likes you,” you said as you kept your sword lit, to pacify the Screaming Death. “Go on. You can touch him now.”

“Does that you trust me now?” Nuada panted and stroked a scaly nose. If Crimson trusted him it could only mean one thing.

“Yes,” you smiled at him. “Yes I do.”

[bethrnoora]

am i late to the meme on this. oh well i do not care!!

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

Remember you can find this work posted on AO3 as well.

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Chapter 8

“Human.” He growled.

Lara rolled her eyes. “Now that we are far from my home… Let’s talk better.”

“Do not test me, Lady Croft.” He warned her. “It will take very little effort to find your friends again and kill them. Drive.”

“You do that and I will go to that bookstore and burn it to the ground.” She answered calmly on the outside, even though her heart was beating like crazy and her instincts were telling her to shut the fuck up. “I need some assurance that you won’t hurt me or my people after it’s all said and done.”

“Why would I give my word to you?”

“Because it is the only way for you to get what you want.” She reminded him.

“You don’t need your legs to get me what I want, so I might just start breaking them.”

Lara drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “We both know you’re the strongest one, we had this conversation before. I have no interest in whatever you think is in that bookstore, but I want you to assure me my people will be fine after all is said and done.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “What makes you think they won’t be?”

“Because the Fae are not common knowledge for humans and I believe you might want to keep it that way.”

He had been right: she wasn’t a simpleton. “You think I’ll kill you to keep my secret.”

She scoffed. “Won’t you?”

“Wouldn’t you?” He threw back at her.

“Who do you think will believe me?” She wanted to know.

“You don’t need to have the whole world believing you.” He snapped. “There have always been people that hunted us. If what you know about me…”

“Which is nothing.”

“...Falls into the ears of the wrong people, it will be my people at risk.” He ignored her interruption. “Do you think I will risk them for three humans? Think again.”

Lara took a deep breath in. “I see your point, I really do. You have no reason to believe me when I say I wouldn’t tell others.”

“Obviously.”

This time she was the one that ignored the interruption. “But I’d do anything to care for Bryce and Hilary. They’re the people that I trust with my life, and I’d do whatever it takes to protect them. Even facing off against someone I can’t possibly take on.”

Nuada stared at her for what seemed an eternity. “You have the spirit of a fighter, even if you are a fool to think you can do anything besides angering me.”

She waited in silence, fearing what he might say next.

“However, we can exchange a vow.” He finally declared. “One that with terms that we both find satisfactory.”

“Like a contract?” She asked him.

He tilted his head. “Something like that.”

“When can we do that?” She wanted to know.

“As soon as we get to the place. Not before.”

“But…”

“Do not test me, Lady Croft.” He warned her, his voice ice cold. “You’ve already pushed enough.”

And Lara wisely chose to take the victory.

[thenexusofsouls]

“Nuada, might I ask something? Have you ever… done anything with a human?” (Leigh; Mxrvelouscreations)

@mxrvelouscreations

He turned to look at her, divining the meaning of “done anything” the moment he saw the expression on her face and the look in her eyes. “No. Never,” he said with an air of finality, and yet he did nothing to hide the way his eyes looked her up and down, tracing the lovely curves of her body. “Why do you ask?” He knew exactly why she was asking... but he wanted to hear her say it.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Whoa you like Nuada too? I can’t pass this up! Can you please write Nuada with a reader who is cheerful individual? I like grumpy x sunshine ships 😆 I feel he wouldn’t know how to go about it and more confused when he falls for reader (Gender neutral pls)

Of course I like Nuada anon! How could I not?! I’d be ashamed of myself if I didn’t.🦦 also this is long as shit. I got carried away…no I won’t apologise.

Nuada first heard of you whilst being held captive at the BRPD through Nuala, whom had met you earlier that day through your mutual love of literature. And according to his sister you were a bright, bubbly, happy and warm individual who made her feel welcomed and included the moment she came to the Bureau; even going so far as to gift her with a poetry book with a cerulean blue cover.

It was actually a personal possession of yours but due to never haven gotten to read it, you had decided that it would serve Nuala far better than it ever did you. Nuala naturally refused to accept it but, you were persistent that she’d have it as you would rather have it be well loved and read than sitting on a cold, lonely shelf collecting dust.

‘They’re such a delight to talk to brother.’ Nuala began, clutching the poetry book with the cerulean cover close to her chest as though it were a priceless treasure, which to her it very much was.

‘They’re human dear sister, this persona they’ve put on is probably a trick, an illusions of sorts to lure you into a false sense of security.’ Nuada warns, not as trusting towards humanity as Nuala was. Giving? Warm? Welcoming? These were traits that the elven prince would’ve never associated with humans. Ever. It just sounded too far fetched to think that such a kindhearted and selfless person could ever have existed. Nuada only knew humanity for their glutinous greed, so such simple acts of kindness as gifting someone a poetry book, would do very little to change his perspective on the entirety of mankind.

Nuala frowns. ‘You haven’t even met them and yet you refuse to give them a fair chance. I understand your grievances towards humans but all I ask of you, dear brother, is that you learn to trust one, even if that one happens to be y/n.’ Nuala pleaded with Nuada, holding out on a spark of hope that with your influence, Nuada’s heart will no longer be veiled in shadows. Nuala truly believed that if anyone could come close to doing just that, it would be you, she just knew it.

Nuada merely scoffs at the notion his sister has in you being the one to unveil his heart of the pain and suffering. While he may have once bended to his twins every plea, this was one he could not find himself willingly doing so and the look upon Nuala’s face told him that she was very much made aware of that fact and wordlessly left.

Nuada wouldn’t get to experience you in your entirety until the BRPD decided that Nuada was trusted to head out on missions as your partner, they too also had some inclination that your bright and sweet persona would not only run off on Nuada but also soften his resolve against all of humanity; an request that would take a lot out of you.

‘You must be Prince Nuada. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name I’ve heard so much about.’ You said, barely able to contain your excitement at finally being given a partner. Sure the stories you’ve heard about the elven prince were…less then enlightening, framing him as an angry and vengeful being incapable of change, but the ones you’ve heard from Nuala however painted Nuada as a somewhat tragic figure.

‘I can’t remember the last time I saw my brother smile, if he even smiled at all.’ Nuala would say as a saddened look came across her face before she looked over at you when you abruptly grabbed her hand, face set in serious determination.

‘I’ll try and get him to smile more for you.’ You said.

‘It’s an impossible feat.’ Nuala counters but you weren’t having any of it.

‘Then I’ll just keep trying until I do, no matter how long that may take.’ You replied, staying strong to your conviction.

‘Why. Why would you go out of your way to do something for someone you barely even know?’ Nuala asked, feeling your strength, determination, heart and more theough just holding your hand alone. It was overwhelming of hoe bright you were that Nuala swore she would soon be blinded by your light alone, however it was because of your power of will that gave her hope, hope that you’ll might just do what she had long since believed to be impossible.

You merely smiled and relied with, ‘because even the strongest of us deserve to smile and like you said, you don’t remember the last time that you’ve seen your brother smile. So leave that to me and I promise to have Nuada smiling soon.’

And you always meant your promises. Always. What you wasn’t expecting was how handsome Nuada actually was. No one had bothered to tell you prior that your partner was a true beauty. A beauty with a piercing set of golden eyes and desirably soft, silky hair that fell past his shoulders in a platinum blonde waterfall. He held an air about him that made you both nervous and excited, however you had to quickly remind yourself that he wasn’t going to warm up to you nearly as quickly as you’d hoped.

Nuada on the other hand was immediately blindsided by your personality. It was so vibrant, colourful and filled to the brim with radiant life that he was certain that he looked rather dull and lifeless in comparison. It also looked as though his sister was right about many things in regard to your character, however that didn’t warrant Nuada to immediately start trusting you like she had wished for, after all you were still a human at the end of the day.

‘I’m-‘

‘Y/n. I’m aware.’ Nuada cuts you off abruptly before you could properly introduce yourself.

You made a face. ‘How-‘

‘My sister speaks highly of you,’ you began to smile at that but Nuada wasn’t finished, ‘but I have yet to witness what’s so special about you.’ You merely shrugged and answered with your entire chest. ‘You will soon enough. I promised your sister to get you to smile after all.’ Nuada’s brows raised at this but before he could get you to elaborate on that further, it was already time to head out for your first mission as a partnership.

Your first mission had turned out to be an avid success that it would only stand to reason to keep sending you and Nuada out as a team. You worked extremely well together and your fighting styles complement each others, while also concealing any weak spots that the other may have almost seamlessly. You and Nuada both complement missions in quick and swift succession. That was out in the field however, the way you acted towards Nuada afterwards made him feel a weird warmth within his chest.

You would often note of how Nuada fell a good distance behind everyone else after group missions, and so you would then fall to the back of the group also -not wanting him to be alone- before naturally falling into step with him, all the while still adhering to giving him his own personal space. You didn’t force a conversation with him like he expected you to, but instead allowed a calming silence to befall the pair of you as you headed home; Which was something he was oddly grateful to you for as he wasn’t that much of a conversationalist after battle.

However he couldn’t help but wonder why you were putting in so much effort into him. He hated your kind and yet you’ve treated him with nothing but respect and kindness. You didn’t push his boundaries, you didn’t overstay your welcome but even long after you left his side, Nauda could still feel your lingering warmth within every breeze that passed him by. Nuada just didn’t get why you were so hellbent on your promise to his sister, was it truly that important for you to help fulfil Nuala’s wish? And if so, what was it that she had said at the time for you that solidified your need to see it through film the end?

While Nuada had to admit, it was quite admirable that you kept to your word but some days he couldn’t help but question whether if that was your sole reason for sticking so close to him. Whether or not he’d ever confront you about it was his to debate upon later, but as for now he decided against it; His pride would never allow him to indulge in such thoughts and ideations that weren’t remotely relevant to hating humans.

Nuada had also noticed that after being your partner for a while, he had developed a need to protect you from all harm. At first he thought that if you died on a mission, the fault would fall onto him and he would be put back into confinement until further notice, but he soon learned that wasn’t actually the case; Far from it actually that he soon found himself sitting across from his sister to discuss about it.

‘Sounds like you have grown fond of y/n, brother.’ Nuala had said, smiling as she relishes in the times that Nuada obviously expressed interest in you without knowing it, but luckily that’s when the link they share makes situations like these a whole lot more simpler to navigate.

‘I merely find them more tolerable than others.’ Nuada defends, crossing his arms over his chest, still heavily in denial that anything he felt for you could possibly go beyond the realms of being cordial with one another. Yet that didn’t explain the sting in his chest whenever you were as joyful and excitable with anyone who wasn’t him, almost as though he wanted you to only beam that bright for him and him only.

‘Then why do you feel at peace with them near? Has their light finally unveiled your heart?’ Nuala asked and this time Nuada stayed silent for a longer period of time as he was beginning to realise that yes, you did infect have unveiled his heart from the shadows he cast over it. What scared him however was how you had done it. You constantly showed him patience during the times where he needed it, showed him understanding when he talked about his feelings, something he hadn’t done as much before meeting you; you even showed him solidarity for the times where he needed someone to stand by his side.

You had changed Nuada’s way of life in small but meaningful ways that there came a day where he starts to hate the fact that he had come this far without the gentle guidance of your voice for him to follow unto a better path. However despite acknowledging that you play a pivotal part in his current life, doesn’t mean that made Nuada’s understanding of his feelings any clearer than they were when he first discovered them.

‘They make me feel things I’d never thought I’d feel again Nuala.’ He began, knowing that whatever he said to his sister would be kept solely between them. ‘I’ve been lost admits my need for revenge that even the fluttering in my chest, or the warmth that reaches my cheeks feels foreign to me now.’ He adds, taking the time to remember the first time he felt something towards you that wasn’t explicit hatred for being human. ‘It feels as though I’m experiencing them for the first time and I can’t help but become addicted of sorts, that whenever they smile at me-‘

‘You hope that they smile at you like that forever.’ Nuala interrupts her brother softly, already quite well acquainted either that feeling from the times she felt Nuada’s emotions through the link.

‘Yes.’ Nuada said in an almost whisper. ‘I wish to be the reason y/n smiles as much as they are mine.’ Nuala couldn’t help but express her happiness for this new stage of Nuada’s life, all she wanted was for her brother to be happy and she was made even happier at the fact that it was you who made him the happiest he’s ever felt in a long time.

‘We shall get through this together brother.’ Nuala reassured, feeling her brothers’ still prevalent confusion, making Nuada look back at her, ‘then soon everything else will fall into place. You just have to put faith in the hope that y/n will be there to catch you when you fall.’

Nuada was still confused about everything but with hi sisters help, he hopes to surely get a clearer understanding of what he was currently feeling before confronting you about it.

[thedragonkween]

Hi Angie! Happy almost Thanksgiving if you celebrate! I was wondering if you had any Nuada NSFW HCs? If so I’d love to hear them! 🩷

Hi my friend! I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, but thank you so much anyways for the thought, and happy Thanksgiving to you if you celebrate! 🤗

Yours is a very interesting question 😏 I will definitely return to this later on, but for now I’m torn between different interpretations!

Maybe he would be careful and reverent when touching your skin, grateful for the gift of you. He would kiss you where you want it most until you sigh and keen for him.

But I also think he has a more aggressive and possessive side to him, maybe even rooted in anger. Anger at being at your, a human’s, mercy, at you for having such power over him. As a result, he’d want to consume you. Not only to caress, but to grope, squeeze, and bite.

I think he couldn’t get over how soft you are, how good your hair smells, how sweetly you sing for him. How good you make him feel. It’s an array of new sensations that he’s never felt before, not in this way and with someone he’s truly fond of.

Expect him to never let you go once he’s had a taste 😉

[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...

[bloodyshadow737]

And the winner is!!

Remus Lupin!!

Yay!! I really like the idea I have for him, maybe I'm gonna get the shot today in the night so I hope everyone is ready

After him we have Severus Snape, them Sirius, Billy, Nuada and last Davy Jones

I hope everyone is ready!!

BYEEEEE!!!!

[ivfrankenstein]

DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;

the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.

farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.

“you are easy to find, even when you're hiding.” he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, “shouldn't someone be watching you?”

“do they have to?” the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, “all my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?”

he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.

“with seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?”

“i am.”

it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.

“it's all a total waste of your blood.” he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell… it alone could suffocate a human victim.

“that troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.” she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.

“one more ogre, one less.” he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, “there's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.”

“i’m not surprised you're more than okay with that information.” she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, “it just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?”

“the same as you.” it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, “it took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.” except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, “you did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.”

it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.

“do me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.”

“oh, a gun, how uncivilised,” he said in a bored tone, “you have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.”

“and why is that?” she asked, trying to stay focused, “i kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.” her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.

she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.

“by letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.”

“what a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.”

it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.

“and i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.” he confirmed it, “but as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.” he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, “i'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,” he pointed at her with an open palm, “already have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.”

for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.

“if so,” then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, “i think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.”

the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.

“that was a dirty trick.” she admitted before he could, “in my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..” she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, “if you'll excuse me.”

“please.” nuada only said.

“death jr. to red.” y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, “death jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.”

he smirked and nodded in understanding, “as a good team member should.”

y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, “i hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.”

—gif: @amatesura 📿 also, english not my first language. so, i beg you pardon.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Warnings: Dark! Nuada | Dub-Con | Power imbalance dynamic | Degredation | Explicit language | Spanking | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex | Oral (Male receiving) | Cream pie | Angst

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

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Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

***

Chapter 7

“I don’t like this.” Bryce said, even as he passed the fake documents to Lara.

They were lucky he had a friend that was always ready to come up with fake IDs, and needed only five hours to do so. It’d actually been harder to convince His Royal Prickness to be disguised as a human for a picture.

“You’ve mentioned it, Bryce.” She said as she put the document away.

She didn’t think they’d need it, but it was better to have a fake document than to have to try and bribe someone.

“Well… I don’t.” He insisted petulantly. “I’m sure Hillary also doesn’t like it.”

“Hillary is strangely close to this… Elf.”

He was. Lara wasn’t sure why Hillary was being so helpful to Nuada, but maybe he saw the same thing that she did: they couldn’t take him out yet, so they needed to figure him out.

“We’re taking a plane to Dublin, then we’ll take a car.”

The bookstore was located in County Louth, in a village that was almost at the border with Northern Ireland. Lara tried to find an excuse to go all the way driving -so she could delay this whole process -however, Nuada told her he knew about planes, so she better get them there fast.

So he wasn’t only a prick, he was also a smartass.

“Do you think he plans on killing you?” Bryce asked nervously.

“Probably.” She closed her bag. “So I better make myself too interesting to kill.”

Bryce didn’t seem amused by her joke.

“Are you finally ready?” Nuada demanded, entering the room.

Bryce put a good distance between them, and Lara had to hide her grin. “Yes.” She told him simply.

“Then let us go. I might be immortal, but I do not want to waste my time with this.” He then turned his back and left again.

“Real prince charming that one.” Bryce scoffed.

Yeah… He just didn’t know what was waiting for him.

***

Nuada hadn’t said a word since they left the house and Lara was happy to ignore him back. She didn’t have a private plane, but it wasn’t that hard to get one to take them to Dublin.

Once there, there was a car waiting for Lara, and they both got into it and drove away.

Lara waited until they were out of the city, surrounded by nothing but green on all sides, then she stopped.

“Why did you stop, human?” Nuada asked, his voice ice-cold.

She turned at him and smirked. “We are not going anywhere. Elf.”