Pairing: Prince Nuada x Female Reader
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Canon-Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Heavy Emotional Themes
Tags: Slow Burn Forbidden Love Enemies to Lovers Angst with a Happy Ending Protective Nuada Witch!OC Secret Meetings Canon-Divergent Ending. Emotional Intimacy Magical Bond Sacrifice Found Family Royal Politics Hurt/ Comfort Slight Jealousy Fem!Protagonist Smut
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The path wound through a dense forest, ancient trees rising tall on either side, their thick canopies casting mottled shadows over the soft earth beneath their feet. The late afternoon light filtered through the leaves, painting golden patterns that danced with every subtle breeze. The air was cool and fragrant with pine and damp moss, wrapping the small group in a quiet, almost sacred calm.
Abe walked silently beside Nuala, his steady gaze scanning the horizon, but more often resting on her. After a long pause, his voice broke the silence, low and careful.
“It’s close now, isn’t it?”
Nuala’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and she smiled — a slow, genuine smile that spoke of vulnerability and newfound acceptance.
“Yes,” she replied softly. “Closer than I thought. And... I’m ready.”
Abe’s fingers twitched nervously before he finally reached out and gently took her hand. The warmth of her skin grounded him, and he held on a moment longer than necessary.
“I’ve been thinking about us,” Nuala admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I know what I feel for you. I’ve accepted it — more than that, I want it." Abe was astonishing.
Nuala continued "But with everything happening… with Nuada and Eve, it’s complicated. Sometimes I don’t know if what I feel is mine, or just… caught in the chaos around them.”
Abe’s brow furrowed in concern, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “You mean Nuada’s feelings for Eve? And how that affects of us?... all of us??"
Nuala nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Exactly. You don’t know how deep it is. I had to close my bond with Nuada just to keep from feeling everything" she looked at him like trying him to understand what she meant.. he didn't.. she kept going changed it for him" his confusion, his pain. It was overwhelming.”
There was a long silence between them, heavy but intimate. Then Red’s voice, sharp and unexpected, cut through the quiet.
“You mentioned Eve — she’s okay, right?” Red asked, glancing over with a hint of worry.
Nuala gave a reassuring nod. “She’s here. We’ll see soon enough.”
Liz stepped forward, brushing a stray leaf from her shoulder. “No time to waste now. The ruins lie just ahead.”
The group moved onward, the forest thinning until they reached a clearing. There, half-swallowed by earth and vines, lay the ancient ruins—massive stone pillars cracked with age, moss creeping over the worn engravings. The air hummed with a deep, old magic, as if the stones themselves held their breath, waiting.
The weight of what was to come settled over them all. This was no ordinary place—it was the heart of their conflict, and the stage for the inevitable.
Abe glanced at Nuala, his eyes searching hers with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
“Princess… do you really feel the same way?"
Nuala returned his gaze, a soft, knowing smile spreading across her lips.
“I do,” she said simply, her hand tightening around his as they stepped forward.
Together, they approached the ancient ruins, ready for whatever awaited them.
The group moved steadily through the dense forest, the air thick with tension and anticipation. The sun filtered weakly through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the uneven path beneath their feet. Every step brought them closer to the ancient ruins beneath the earth—an eerie place where the fate of many would be decided.
Red walked beside Liz, their eyes scanning the surroundings, while Abe and Nuala stayed close, their hands still intertwined. The closeness between them was no secret now, a silent comfort in the uncertainty ahead.
As they neared the clearing, Abe tightened his grip on Nuala’s hand, whispering, “We’re close. I can feel it. Nuada’s presence is near.”
Nuala nodded, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through the layers of magic and stone, but said nothing. Instead, she exchanged a brief, knowing glance with Abe—words unspoken but heavy with meaning.
The heavy silence that followed was broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath their boots.
At last, they reached the entrance to the ruins—an ancient archway overgrown with moss and twisted roots, a cold wind emanating from within.
Red gestured sharply, signaling them to stay alert. “Stay close. We don’t know what to expect.”
Slowly, they stepped inside.
The dim light revealed a cavernous chamber. And there, standing near the center, was Eve—with Nuada beside her.
Her clothes seemed altered—shifted or conjured by magic, yet unmistakably her. Nuada’s hand rested gently against her cheek, his touch possessive yet tender.
Liz whispered, “Is she… with him willingly? Or is this some kind of trap?”
Abe’s eyes flicked between them, searching for any sign of coercion or resistance. But Eve’s calm expression was unreadable.
Nuala swallowed hard but said nothing, instead sharing another glance with Abe, their silent understanding stronger than any words.
The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes fixed on the unlikely pair—on the fragile line between alliance and betrayal.
The room held its breath.
Nuada’s eyes flicked up first—sharp, instinctive. He had felt it before her footsteps ever reached the stone floor. The tether to his sister, once severed, now faintly tugged again, like a breath at the back of his neck.
He turned his head toward the entrance, golden gaze narrowing as he spotted the group at the threshold.
His body shifted subtly, placing himself half a step in front of Eve—not in fear, but in reflex. Protection. Possession. Both.
His hand dropped slowly from her cheek, lingering just a second too long before falling to his side.
She felt it the moment they arrived.
A subtle shift in the air—like the world exhaled all at once. And then Nuada's eyes flicked up, his posture changing, protective but composed. His hand fell from her cheek, and Eve instinctively looked toward the entrance.
The people she'd fought beside. The ones she'd bled with, laughed with, feared for. And yet, now—standing beside him—she didn’t move.
Her heart didn’t leap with guilt. Only a quiet, aching tension spread through her chest.
Red looked like he was about to charge. Liz had narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. Abe, sweet Abe, was unreadable for once—but she saw it in the way his fingers twitched slightly. His gaze searched hers, then Nuada’s, then back again. Looking for proof. For betrayal. Or for something else entirely.
And Nuala… she didn’t speak. Her silence rang louder than any question, but her eyes—warm, bright, knowing—met Eve’s for the briefest of moments. Not a threat. Not doubt. Just understanding.
Nuada hadn’t spoken yet, and Eve could feel the war inside him. A ripple of energy buzzed beneath his skin. She reached for his arm—not to stop him, not to defend him. Simply to remind him that she was still there. That she hadn’t moved.
“I can feel you thinking,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
He didn’t look at her, but the muscles in his jaw relaxed.
Her gaze returned to the group. She inhaled slowly, deeply. “They think I’ve been taken.”
Nuada’s voice, low and rough, answered. “Haven’t you?”
Eve turned her face to him then, not flinching. “No. I chose to stay.”
He looked at her, truly looked at her.
He heard her voice, soft and certain, break through the rising tension in his mind.
“I can feel you thinking.”
How could he possibly hide it from her now?
The presence of his sister had struck him like the pull of a blade—sharp and immediate. The bond they'd once shared flared back to life, even through the veil she’d placed over it. She was near. And with her… the humans. The ones who would never understand what this was. What they were.
Nuada's mind had gone silent, but not still.
Not for a fight—though that was likely. But for the gaze of those who would see Eve by his side and assume the worst. For the flicker of betrayal in her allies’ eyes. For the test she would now face.
He was preparing to be the villain.
But her hand found his arm. No fear in her fingers. No hesitation.
He didn’t look at her yet, but her presence steadied him more than any silent mantra or battle rhythm ever could.
“They think I’ve been taken,” she said.
A cruel twist of irony curled on his tongue. “Haven’t you?”
But her response—simple, unwavering—landed deeper than he expected.
That unbearable warmth in his chest again.
He turned to her slowly, needing to see her eyes. Needing proof of her choice. And when he found it, unshaken and steady, his doubt cracked—just enough.
Even knowing what he was. What he had done. What he would do.
He didn’t deserve that loyalty. And yet… she offered it freely.
His jaw eased. The chaos inside him quieted for a breath. He couldn’t afford softness, not now. But the way she looked at him—like she could see every fracture in him and still stayed—made the armor around his purpose feel thinner than ever.
Nuada finally lifted his chin and looked to the intruders. To them. They would not take her from him.
The silence grew heavy as Nuada turned.
In front of him, Hellboy stiffened like a beast sensing another predator. Liz moved half a step forward, her hands warming with barely-contained fire. Abe stood still, his sharp gaze going straight to Eve.
She wasn't restrained. There was no fear in her expression. She stood beside Nuada, breathing calmly, her eyes reflecting a strange, undeniable strength. But Abe saw something more—an aura, faint and ancient. Magic.
Red’s voice broke the silence.
“Eve?” it came out rough, uncertain. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Before Nuada could respond, Eve took a breath and stepped forward. Her hand reached up and gently rested on Nuada’s shoulder—a wordless gesture of calm, of restraint. Then she looked at the group.
“I’m fine. He hasn’t hurt me.”
Nuada didn’t move under her touch, but his jaw clenched slightly.
“She’s not here against her will,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “And if any of you try to take her from my side… you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
Hellboy let out a bitter laugh.
“You know what, pointy-ears? I’m really getting sick of your threats.”
“They’re not threats. They’re truths.” Nuada’s golden eyes found his. “And you… You fight to protect a world that hides you. A world that calls you monster and then sends you into the shadows to do its dirty work. All of you.”
Hellboy’s expression shifted—just enough to betray the sting of the words.
Nuala stepped forward, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chest. “Brother, you don’t have to do this.”
Nuada finally looked at her, and for a breath, the warrior disappeared—leaving only the tired, fractured soul beneath.
“Sister… if only you knew…” His voice lowered, almost like a confession. “Once the Royal Fight is spoken, once it’s agreed upon… it must happen. Or both sides perish.”
He looked at Eve, his expression unreadable.
“Am I doing this willingly?” A pause. “No. But I must. Because both sides accepted.”
Without another word, he turned toward the golden army. He lifted the final piece of the crown.
The chamber trembled faintly as unseen seals unlocked. Symbols ignited along the ancient stonework, forming a wide circle carved into the floor—runes older than any of them could name.
Abe’s eyes widened. “The Circle of Iron…”
Hellboy snorted. “Well, great. Let’s get your royal deathmatch over with.”
Nuada slowly lowered the crown, then slipped off his cloak. His tunic clung to his form, the scars on his chest visible like ghost stories. His spear spun once in his hand, effortlessly.
“The winner will decide the fate of the army,” he said. “And of the war.”
Eve’s breath caught, but she didn’t speak.
He didn’t look at her as he added, quietly, “Don’t interfere. This is something I must do.”
Eve’s brows furrowed. She stepped forward and touched his arm gently, her voice trembling. “Don’t ask me to stand still while you walk into this, at the moment you need me, you or Red, I will interfere.”
His jaw tightened. That flicker of hesitation returned to his eyes—one that only she seemed able to pull from him.
Then, without another word, he turned to face Hellboy.
The tension was a living thing—heavy, pulsing in the space between them.
Nuada stepped forward, each movement measured, his expression unreadable but no longer distant. The runes carved into the floor seemed to flicker in response, echoing the gravity of what was about to unfold.
Eve stood behind him, her hand slowly lowering from his arm. She didn’t speak again, but her eyes—those unrelenting eyes—remained on him as if willing him to turn back. He didn’t.
Hellboy rolled his shoulders and walked into the circle without hesitation, cracking his neck.
“So this is how we’re gonna settle it.”
Nuada unsheathed his blade. The steel whispered through the air like it had been waiting for this. For blood. For closure.
“By the ancient pact,” he said, voice deep and resonant, “this Royal Fight shall decide the fate of the crown. Interference will forfeit the lives of both heirs.”
Nuala’s hand trembled at her side.
Eve’s fingers curled against her own skin.
Nuada still didn’t look at her. But the way his jaw tensed before he raised his sword betrayed something. A flicker of conflict.
Hellboy lunged first, fists up, not waiting.
Steel met stone as Nuada blocked with fluid precision—elegant, fast, merciless. The force of the first clash echoed through the chamber. Sparks flew.
Hellboy’s punches were heavy, brutal—he wasn’t holding back. But Nuada moved like shadow and flame, slipping past each blow with lethal grace. His blade sang through the air, striking not just to wound, but to end.
The clash of iron and stone echoed like war drums in the chamber.
Above them, the silent watchers stood still.
Abe's eyes followed every movement, but it wasn’t just strategy he saw—it was something deeper. A look, a twitch in Nuada’s stance. He’s conflicted... but he’s still striking to kill.
Beside him, Nuala stood pale, lips parted, her fingers trembling. She didn’t look at the fight—she looked at Eve.
She stood outside the ring, arms crossed tightly over her chest, as if holding herself together. Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes locked on Nuada, not with fear... but with something that read like heartbreak.
He’s pulling his strikes. Why? Why is he hesitating?
Nuada ducked under a powerful swing and retaliated, his blade slashing across Hellboy’s side. Blood sprayed—a crimson arc in the air. Red staggered but didn’t fall.
“Nice one,” he growled, smirking through the pain. “Guess I should’ve known you’d go all in.”
Nuada didn’t answer. His eyes flicked—just for a moment—to Eve.
She saw the flash of regret.
But then he turned again—cold, composed. He pressed forward, blades dancing faster, pushing Hellboy back toward the edge of the circle. The prince's movements were flawless... but Eve could feel it. The tremor underneath the rhythm. A man fighting not just an opponent—but his own will.
Behind her, Nuala whispered, “He's not aiming to win.”
Abe turned to her, confused. “What do you mean?”
But she shook her head, gripping the staff in her hand. Her connection with Nuada remained closed, yet the bond with Eve… was enough.
The blade sliced through the air again, grazing Hellboy’s arm. Another step back. Another drop of blood.
And still Nuada hesitated.
In that pause—barely a breath—Eve took a step forward, eyes shining. “Stop,” she whispered, not to Red... to him. To the man she knew was still in there.
But his next swing missed.
The sound of metal clashing and the echo of fists striking flesh had faded. All that remained now was the weight of breathing—heavy, strained, desperate.
Nuada lay on the cold stone floor of the chamber, his golden blade having slipped from his grasp. A dark stain spread slowly across his tunic, just below his ribs—a mirror to the very wound he had once inflicted on Hellboy.
Hellboy stood above him, chest heaving, one hand still balled into a fist, the other holding onto the remnants of his coat, torn and darkened with ash and blood. He hadn’t meant to drive the blade so deep—it had been instinct, reflex… retribution. For Liz. For Abe. For Eve.
Nuada's eyes blinked slowly, his face contorted in pain, but his breathing was steady. Controlled. He hadn’t lost consciousness—but he was no longer fighting.
A gasp escaped Nuala as she clutched her side and staggered slightly. Abe was by her side in an instant, eyes wide with alarm.
“Nuala—!” he caught her before she fell. His hands trembled as he supported her weight, scanning her pale face and the faint shimmer of blood beneath her robes.
“I’m fine,” she whispered weakly, though her voice betrayed her pain. “It’s… him. He’s hurt.”
Abe looked toward Nuada, and for the first time in the battle, he didn’t see a prince or an enemy—only a brother, tethered by blood and soul to the woman now faltering in his arms.
“Your life is tied to his,” Abe murmured, his voice heavy with dread.
Nuala nodded faintly, wincing. “I feel every heartbeat. Every pain. If he dies…”
Abe swallowed hard. The realization hit him like ice water.
Narration (back to Nuada):
Nuada’s breathing had slowed. His eyes weren’t glazed, but they were far away—lost in something beyond the pain. The golden prince looked upward, not at the ceiling, but through it, toward something invisible. A memory. A voice. A presence.
“Eve…” he rasped, barely audible.
She stepped forward slowly, her eyes wide with something more than fear—something ancient and mournful. She knelt beside him without hesitation, placing her hands gently around the wound.
“You stubborn fool,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision. “Why didn’t you yield?”
He gave a strained smile. “You know why…”
Her hand brushed over his cheek, and the warmth of her magic shimmered faintly beneath her skin. She wasn’t healing him—she couldn’t, not completely—but her touch softened the pain. It grounded him.
Behind them, Liz approached Hellboy, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked shaken, jaw clenched—not out of rage, but guilt.
“I didn’t think I hit him that hard,” he muttered, almost defensively.
“You didn’t,” Liz said quietly. “He didn’t dodge.”
The chamber fell into silence.
Eve pressed her hands harder against the wound, but there was too much blood, too much slipping through her fingers. Her breathing quickened as she looked around, eyes desperate, searching—anything, someone, a sign.
“Abe… Liz—please—!” Her voice cracked. “I can’t stop it!”
But no one moved. Not because they didn’t care—because they had no idea what to do. The air around them had grown heavy. Thick. It vibrated with something unnatural.
Nuada’s eyes fluttered open once more, a weak smile on his lips. “Don’t cry for me,” he murmured. “Not now…”
“No,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “No. You don’t get to leave me after all this.”
She leaned over him, clutching his tunic tightly, pressing her forehead to his. Her fingers trembled, magic surging uncontrolled beneath her skin—wild, unstable. “Please…”
It started with a soft whistle—like breath through dead leaves—and in seconds it swelled into a violent gust. Shadows stirred at the edges of the chamber, and a spiraling current of black smoke whipped around them in a sudden vortex. Dust, leaves, sparks of crimson light circled upward like a storm in reverse.
Hellboy stepped forward instinctively, hand going to his weapon, but the air pushed him back.
“Eve!” Liz shouted. “Get away from him!”
The tornado of darkness grew tighter, angrier. And then, from its very core, a form stepped forward—tall, lean, his shape more felt than seen. Cloaked in swirling shadows and fire, the demon that had once whispered warnings now stood revealed, eyes burning like coals in a sea of black wind.
Eve’s eyes widened. Recognition struck like a thunderclap.
“You—” she whispered, breath stolen.
The demon didn’t smile, but his presence pulsed with satisfaction.
“You called,” he said in a voice that rumbled through the bones of the earth. “Or rather, your soul did.”
“No,” she said softly, voice breaking. “I didn’t—”
“But you would have,” he replied smoothly, looking down at Nuada’s motionless form. “For him. You would give anything.”
Eve’s grip on Nuada tightened. She didn’t answer, but her silence screamed yes.
“Then listen carefully, child of the old blood,” the demon said, stepping closer. The smoke curled around her like fingers. “There is always a cost. Always a choice.”
“What choice?” she whispered, tears falling freely now.
A faint smile curved the shadow’s lips. “His life… or yours. Or something in between.”
“What do you want?” she whispered.
The demon raised a hand and shadows shifted. A vision unfolded before her eyes—soft golden light spilled through tall windows. She stood barefoot in a sunlit room, belly full with life. Nuada knelt before her, his silver hair brushing her stomach as he kissed it tenderly, both of his hands caressing her carefully, reverently.
He looked up at her with a peace she’d never seen on him before.
“You long for life to grow within you,” the demon said softly. “For this, you must pay with that very gift. You will never carry a child. Not in this life.”
Eve stared at the scene—at Nuada, his devotion, the way her fingers laced into his hair. The warmth, the joy. And she knew.
She looked down at Nuada’s limp form, his chest barely rising.
The demon nodded once. “He will.”
Eve closed her eyes. "Then I accept."
A sharp snap echoed—more felt than heard. A pulse of energy rushed through her body. Her breath left her in a stuttered gasp as her knees buckled. She caught herself with one hand on the ground.
When she looked at her palm… it was streaked with blood.
The shadows began to retreat. The wind eased. The unnatural quiet cracked—Nuada stirred.
His fingers twitched first. Then his chest rose with a deeper breath. His golden eyes fluttered open just as Eve lifted her face toward him, tears already falling.
At the same time, across the chamber, Nuala gasped and sat upright in Abe's arms, the twin connection reawakening with life.
And no one else knew—except her.
Nuada's body jerked slightly as if a silent current had passed through him. His breathing steadied, deeper now, and his lashes trembled before he opened his eyes fully—golden, alert, confused.
The first thing he saw was her.
“Eve…” His voice was raw, nearly a whisper, yet heavy with emotion.
She reached for him, cupping his face with her bloodied hand. “You’re alright,” she murmured, brushing his damp hair back. Her lips trembled, but she smiled, even as her eyes filled.
“What… happened?” he asked, his voice still hoarse. He sat up slowly, muscles tight with pain and recent death. “I felt—” His sentence trailed off as his gaze dropped to her hand, the blood smearing across his cheek.
He tensed. “You’re hurt?”
Red was the first to speak, glancing around at the now-cleared chamber with disbelief.
"Okay, so… no one’s gonna talk about the creepy magic smoke tornado thing that just happened?"
Their eyes were fixed on the figures at the center of the room. Eve was still on her knees, leaning over Nuada’s body. He was breathing now, slowly. His skin was regaining color. Nuala, a few feet away, stirred as well—alive.
For a moment, the team stood frozen. Then, almost as one, they exhaled—some in relief, some in confusion, others in awe.
Nuada stirred again, breath catching sharply as he sat up. His eyes snapped open, unfocused for a second before they landed on Eve. His voice was hoarse, weak:
“You’re here… I’m alive…” He reached out as if confirming it. “But… how? Why?”
Eve didn’t answer immediately. She just wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Her fingers brushed the still-warm skin of his face, her heart racing. "Yes, you’re alive… That’s all that matters."
Nuada pulled back slightly, still confused. His gaze shifted to her, eyes searching, as if trying to make sense of something that felt impossible.
“Why…?” he whispered, his voice filled with raw vulnerability. “Why am I still here? Why am I alive?”
She met his eyes, and she could see it—the doubt, the confusion, the pain. She knew he could sense something.
She let out a soft breath, her grip tightening on him, and said softly, "I did something. Something that would change everything. But… you’re here now."
His brow furrowed deeper, still trying to process. “What did you do?”
Eve closed her eyes for a moment, the weight of what she'd sacrificed hanging heavily in her chest. She didn’t need to say the words aloud, not yet. Instead, she just shook her head, her lips barely moving as she spoke.
“Nothing that should’ve been necessary.”
Nuada watched her closely, almost sensing the truth between her words, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Instead, he just pulled her into his embrace again, holding her tightly as if to make sure she was real.
“I don’t deserve this,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "After everything, I... I don’t deserve this."
She didn’t respond immediately. There was nothing she could say to erase the weight of the past. But she pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of care and understanding.
“You deserve more than you think, Nuada,” she whispered.
Nuada holder her tighter, his breath uneven. For a moment, there was nothing else. Just the sound of their heartbeats and the love between them.
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