Hi, I'm Ollie and I occasionally write silly little things. Don't take me too seriously. I'm somewhere between Patrick Bateman and Michael Scott. I'm Meat Loaf's number one fan- I only really listen to classic rock, hair metal, and old hip hop. I’m part Italian, and I always have video tapes to return (if you know what I mean).
This is my ongoing and routinely updated masterlist along with my request rules and characters I write for. I'm more likely to write requests for characters with an asterisk by their name, but my requests are open to any of the characters listed plus more I may have missed.
My Masterlist
The Lost Boys (film & musical)
Confessions: David x Male Reader
Beautiful: Marko x Male Reader
They’re Playing Our Song: The Lost Boys (+ Michael & Star) x Male Reader HCs
Supernatural
Dean Winchester mlm mood board
Good Omens
Let The Alter Shine: Crowley x Male Reader/Male OC
Gladiator
Brotherly Love: Commodus x Male Reader (Part One)
Brotherly Love: Commodus x Male Reader (Part Two)
Animal Kingdom
Trauma Bonding: Andrew "Pope" Cody x Male Reader (Part One)
Trauma Bonding: Andrew "Pope" Cody x Male Reader (Part Two)
American Gods
God of Desire: Mr. Wednesday/Odin x Male Reader
Hellboy
Hellboy x Male Reader Headcannons
The Babysitter: Hellboy x Male Reader (Part One)
MORE TO COME!
Requests
My requests are open, but no promises I'll do them. Don't be afraid to ask, though! I only write for male readers (including cis & trans male), so please don't request anything other than male reader. I prefer to not write smut but I occasionally will. I'm always down to write some angst and/or fluff. I'm willing to write more hardcore stuff like drug use/addiction/withdrawal, dark themes, bdsm, and/or violence or past abuse, but no pedophilia. I'm also willing to write incest sometimes as long as they are siblings/cousins and do not have a large age gap.
Please specify top/bottom reader just so I know the kind of dynamic you want. Also, if you want it to specifically be for trans male, please include that and if there's a specific stage of transition you prefer (pre- or post-op, pre- or post-t, etc).
Please also give me an idea of a plot or concept that you want for your request.
Characters I'll Write For:
Patrick Bateman*, American Psycho
Crowley* & Aziraphale* (together or separate), Good Omens
David*, Marko, The Lost Boys (film or musical- please specify, also willing to do all of the Lost Boys together with/without Michael and/or Star)
Joker*, Batman (1989), The Dark Knight, Joker (2019) (Jack Nicholson, Heath Ledger, Joaquin Phoenix only- please specify)
Hellboy*, Hellboy, Hellboy II (only Ron Perlman or comic version)
Michael Scott*, The Office
Pope Cody*, Daren Cody, Animal Kingdom (together or separate, adult or late teens [17-18])
Commodus*, Macrinus, Geta, Caracalla, Gladiator I & II
Jack Abbott*, Frank Langdon, The Pitt
Eddie Kaspbrak* & Richie Tozier*, IT (1990 or 2017- specify! Only aged-up meaning late teens [17-18] or older, together or separate)
Jimmy Howlet/Logan/Wolverine, X-Men (Open to Deadpool and Wolverine together as well)
Bill S. Preston, Esq., Ted “Theodore” Logan, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (together or separate)
Dexter Morgan, Dexter
Joe Goldberg, You
Mr. Wednesday/Odin, Mad Sweeney, Mr. Nancy/Anansi, American Gods
Dr. Frank N Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Nancy Downs, The Craft
Tom Ripley, The Talented Mr. Ripley
Eliot Waugh, The Magicians
Miles Maitland, Bright Young Things
Ian Malcolm, Jurassic Park
Elvira, Elvira Mistress of the Dark
Dean Winchester*, Sam Winchester, Supernatural (together or separate- wincest or not)
Jack Torrence, The Shining
Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Stranger Things
JJ Maybank, Outer Banks
Lochlan Ratliff, Saxon Ratliff, The White Lotus (together or separate)
Phantom/Erik, The Phantom of the Opera (Ramin Karimloo only)
Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, Heathers (musical only, together or separate)
Father Charlie Mayhew, Grotesquerie
Moon Knight/Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Moon Knight (together or separate)
Vivian Ward, Pretty Woman
Harvey Kinkle, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Lynn Sear, The Sixth Sense
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*Author's favorite- more likely to write requests for these characters
Don't see the character you want to request? You can still request because I may be willing to do other characters or I may have missed some.
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there."
They're Playing Our Song: The Lost Boys (+ Michael and Star) x Male Reader
Notes: These are just basically songs that make me think of the boys (film or musical). A few of these came out after the film is set, but I just felt like they were a good fit. This is totally not me pushing my superior music taste on you guys...
David
Poison by Alice Cooper
Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon
Crazy by Aerosmith
Turbo Lover by Judas Priest
Pistol Whipped by Marilyn Manson
Hysteria by Def Leppard
The Music of the Night (The Phantom of the Opera) by Ramin Karimloo (best version, I promise)
Lovesong by The Cure
Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol
Marko
Rag Doll by Aerosmith
You Really Got Me by Van Halen
Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul by Meat Loaf
Talk Dirty To Me by Poison
Six Different Ways by The Cure
I Remember You by Skid Row
Dwayne
Looks That Kill by Mötley Crüe
Let's Put The X In Sex by Kiss
Animal by Def Leppard
Still of the Night by Whitesnake
Joey by Concrete Blonde
Calling Dr. Love by Kiss
Paul
Angel by Aerosmith
Lick It Up by Kiss
Take It On the Run by REO Speedwagon
Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe
Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions
Michael
No One Like You by Scorpions
She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult
Photograph by Def Leppard
Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon
All Revved Up With No Place To Go by Meat Loaf
Star
Oh, Pretty Woman by Van Halen
Thrills In The Night by Kiss
Paradise By the Dashboard Light by Meat Loaf
Hungry Eyes (From "Dirty Dancing" Soundtrack) by Eric Carmen
Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton
End of the Road by Boyz II Men
All
Creatures of the Night by Kiss
Love Bites by Def Leppard
Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row
We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
Living After Midnight by Judas Priest
Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) by Concrete Blonde (honestly this whole album works)
an : absolutely i can! if you want something more specific then lmk i can do it🤞🏼pls enjoy!
this was written so long ago, and i kept adding to my notes so it’s going to be all over the place, i apologise. i also apologise that it’s taken so long to reply. brain capacity of a fart💜
warnings : obvious blood mentions & biting (all that comes with vampires), mild nsfw mentions (kept neutral)
David -
•I think hes such a hopeless romantic. this man has never truly been shown love until he found his boys, and now he doesnt know how to express it
•it would take him a long time to warm up to his partner/mate. he’d take a more strict, teacher role. the furthest hed go at first is rest a hand on your lower back or a hand on the nape of your neck with his fingers on your pulse
•he’d have his eyes on you constantly though, hes always watching you. he even goes as far as following you when youre out of site. not subtly at all either, the waft of cigarette smoke is enough of a give away
•he will read your mind. he doesnt trust you or your intentions fully so hes in there. he will use this for his own personal gain
•but as soon as he does, he’ll keep you by his side constantly.
•you ride on the back on his bike always. hands wrapped around his stomach as he drives
•arm kept around your waist as he smokes. if you smoke he lights your cigarette with his, holding your face as he does so
•if you ever mention liking something, he wont outright get it you. he’ll make sure you arent with him when he does, chucks it on your lap and walks off all smug
•his dates include driving you around to see the views especially when the moons at the very highest. he wants to show you all the places he goes to hide, now proud to share them with you (which is a big thing for him)
•you get to sit on his lap while he sits on his throne. your head in his neck, his hand on your waist while he smokes
•hes feeding from you. before he turns you, he drinks from you consistently to the point where he barely feeds from anyone else (except for when you need time to recover). he finds it intimate but wont ever say it, he like being close to you and the fact you let him, knowing he could just kill you, fills his undead heart with hope again.
•always drinks from your neck from the back, tilting your head to the side with his hand on your chin and biting down. when he ends up marking your neck enough, he’ll bite from your wrist as you sit on his lap, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as he feeds
•he likes ruffling your hair, no matter what mood. kind or belittling, hes doing it just Because He Can.
•now he trusts you, he uses his mind reading to rile you up. he figures out what makes you tick and does it. he’ll find out everything youre into and do it, even if its something as small as him calling you a certain petname, hes using that
*he hates you. he doesn’t know love, he has been a vampire for so many years that he doesn’t know what love is anymore. any attachment he has, he gets rid of as soon as he feels anything close to comfortable.
*the most toxic man you’ve ever men. you can’t help but run back to him, he makes sure. but you are Just a bang and a meal. the only time he won’t eat you, is if he feels way too close to you, but also if he feels to close to you, he’ll eat you. Good Luck!l
mild nsfw -
•he also definitely puts thoughts into your head. thoughts, visions, the things he’d do to you. he acts oblivious to it too, wants you to go to him, wants you to give yourself to him entirely
•you know he wants head in the chair. dont fight me on this one. hear me out. he’ll have you on your knees in front of him with your hands on your thighs. he expects you to do All the work, if he feels youre not doing good enough he’ll use one hand on the back on your head while staring down at you, tutting at you.
•likes watching you cry, huge dacryphilia kink. will tease you and degrade you to the point of tears, till you beg for him. he needs you to fully submit yourself to him and he’ll do anything to get it
•will always be fully dressed. however, might take off his jacket and gloves if hes feeling particularly playful but most of the time, if not all hes keeping it on to rile you up
•petnames : doll, kitten, prince/princess/princex but prefers using your name as if feels more intimate
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- david, takes enjoyment in watching you suffer. he’ll make you know youre below him, and youll stay there. hes the leader. however, when youre alone? he kisses you so tenderly, like the thought of harming you would Kill Him.
- Marko paints you, theres portraits all over his study deep in the cave. he loves drawing you while you sleep, he loves watching you sleep. hes also doing things to you while you sleep, dont ask what. youll find out.
- paul loves kissing you when hes smoking. he gets high and so affectionate, touchy. he loves trying to blow the smoke in your mouth too, if you dont let him he’ll get all sulky. if you do, it’ll get messy. saliva swapped and you best believe that mans tryna hump your leg like a dog. down boy!
- dwayne is a light sleeper, he doesnt like when you move around in bed (when you share) because he thinks youre leaving. will hold you tightly against his bare chest, rubbing circles on your back, hip or running his fingers through your hair
- david is a sleep observer, if hes not resting himself he’ll watch over you like a hawk. half in fear youll leave him like michael did, the other half out of possession. he loves you, but has a strange way of showing it
- marko snores. hes an open mouth, arm over the head, sprawled out snorer when hes comfortable. when hes dangling asleep, hes dead silent (david has knocked him to the ground more than once)
- paul is a sleep talker, he definitely has verbal disagreements with his dreams. you Will wake up with an arm slung over your head and a leg over your hip. good luck going to piss (if you’re not turned yet)
- ypu Will wake up to all four of them sprawled on your bed, whether you live in the cave or not. david sits in a chair in the corner, observing until he feels comfortable enough to join everyone. makes a bee-line towards dwayne and you
- dwaynes the Only one that can calm david down. marko was davids servant in life and feels it after death too, he serves his every need but still cant manage to calm him down. paul winds him up too much to the point he snaps and dwayne has to calm him down (away from the boys because they cant know davids a softie at heart)
- paul has adhd and self medicates with weed. he gets rsd (rejection sensitive dysphoria) so badly, he sometimes hides alone in his little alcove in the cave if someone snaps at him when hes not trying to be annoying. he cries. he definitely cries. marko pokes fun at him, but hes the only one whos seen paul cry Emotionally. hes embarrassed to cry in front of the Boys, but with marko he feels safe, less judged.
- david has (birthmark hair) and he was embarrassed as a child, so he started bleaching his hair as soon as he was old enough. he tried dying it once. Never Again.
- david comes from southern american money. think ranches, cowboys, farms. his father owned a farm and wanted david to work on it one day. his father was abusive and his mother a victim, as well as him. he killed his father in a fit of rage at the age of 16 and left home, finding his maker. Max. who became the father figure he’d always needed. david was never taught anything but tough love and abuse, hense his treatment towards michael before he attempted murdering marko
- dwayne is half spanish, half native american. he grew up surrounded by family, friends. him being accepted into the pack filled a sorrow-made hole in him. only thing, he misses the sunrise so deeply. but he will Never admit that
- marko is of italian descent, he is the best chef (dwayne second) in the group when they get to eating human food that isnt takeout, or humans as food. he grew up with a very tight knit family, always with his nonna making dishes from scratch, impressing the elders with his skill, even at such a young age. as much as he adores his boys, loves david for saving him and showing him a new way of life : marko misses cooking, the community, italia as a whole. but he will Never admit that
- paul is californian born and bred. he was a surfer when he was younger, very friendly dude, bit of a surf nazi actually. loved to pick on people, definitely dunked peoples heads into the sea while swimming (prick). drunkenly kissed a male ‘straight’ friend which got him bullied out of his group, in which he found david, marko and dwayne standing with open arms
- if youre from a different country to america ; theyd adore your accent, theyd wanna try your food, theyd mimic your accent (half out of appreciation, half just to mock you),theyd wanna learn your language if its not english (in return dwayne teaches you spanish, marko teaches you italian)
- if youre a female bodies, you know exactly what theyre looking at if theyre not looking into your eyes or face while you speak
- if youre a lad, theyre wondering whats hiding under the clothes. abs, dadbod, chubby, they dont care. they love it all
- relating to the last one, they love chubbier people. markos italian, he LOVES stomaches, a lil fupa, the more the better because he has more to draw. dwayne is a feeder, he Wants you to eat well and show it on your body (we’ll skim past the obvious breeding kink from him). david, having a less defined body than the lads, likes someone who isnt too skinny/more on the chubbier side and isnt afraid to flaunt it. he loves a confident partner. pauls a slag. as long as you Have a body, he doesnt care. swear hes shagged a pineapple before because he ‘wanted to know what it felt like’, so dont worry.
- pauls doesnt like eggs, made in any way. he had an egg that felt ‘snotty’ once and it made him sick. hasnt touched an egg since, also the smell makes him heave. also, paul hates mint choc ice cream because ‘why the fuck would i wanna eat creamy toothpaste dude?’. dwayne cant stand zucchini because ‘its just a shit cucumber’. marko hates apple juice and actual apples, he bit into one fresh from a tree when he was younger and only found half the worm. hes never touched an apple since. david hates liars, he has the ability to clock a liar so quickly. You Will become food.
- they’re all such players. they won’t settle until they find someone they think is their ‘mate’, or close enough to that they wouldn’t want to lose them. but let’s be honest, they’re all apprehensive towards love because of the whole ‘MvsD’ incident. (that’s what they call it).
Beautiful: Marko (The Lost Boys) x Male Human Reader
Summary: Y/n helps Marko fix his hair because he can’t see himself in the mirror. He realizes Marko hasn’t really seen himself in years, so he does something about it.
Notes: I wrote this with the film version in mind, but if you prefer the musical, you can certainly read it that way, too! I know this is short as hell, but it was just a silly little idea I had that I wanted to jot down!
Words: 1.1k
The mirror was a rather recent addition to the cave that came with you. The other boys, obviously, had no use for it, but you did. You stood before the mirror, trying to decide which jacket to wear with your outfit, eventually deciding on the red one. Then, it was time to fix your hair, so you got closer to the mirror, alternating between teasing your hair with your comb and spraying it with your Aquanet hairspray.
Marko walked up and admired you for a moment, coming to stand next to you in the mirror, slightly marveling at the fact that your reflection was actually there. He hadn’t seen a mirror work in a while.
“Hey, Marko,” you greeted, continuing to add volume to your hair with your comb and spray.
“Hey,” he said, looking at your hair as you styled it, your eyes on the mirror. “Could you do mine?”
You looked over at him, a little surprised by the request, but delighted nonetheless.
“Sure!” You responded. “Just let me finish this one little bit.”
You added the finishing touches, then checked it in the mirror.
“How do I look?” You asked somewhat dramatically.
“Perfect as always,” Marko said with a cute smile.
“Thanks,” you said, smiling warmly back. “All right, come here.”
You motioned for him to sit on the stool in front of the table that had the mirror and hair styling supplies on it. He sat down facing you, back to the mirror.
“You already look great, you know,” you told him, grabbing the teasing comb again.
“Well, I didn’t know, really,” he said. “I mean I never really know other than what other people tell me.”
“Hm. I never really thought about that,” you said thoughtfully. “So what do you want me to do here?”
“Uh, whatever you think,” he said. “You’re really good at this kinda thing, so just go for it.”
“Okay, sounds good,” you said, starting to add more volume since his hair had flattened some from it being damp in the cave. You got him to flip his hair upside-down so you could spray it to lift it some more. He flipped back up and you continued working on his curls.
“Do you even remember what you look like?” You asked curiously.
“Uh… Not really,” he responded slightly sadly. “I mean I know my hair color and stuff, but I don’t really remember my face very well. I don’t remember what color my eyes are, either.”
“They’re hazel,” you told him.
“Hazel?”
“Yeah, like green and brown, you know?”
“Ohh.”
After a few minutes of spraying and teasing and styling, his hair was looking better than ever.
“A-a-a-nd done,” you said after fixing the last strand and throwing the comb onto the small table along with the Aquanet.
“Thanks, Y/n,” Marko said, beaming.
“Of course,” you said, beaming right back at him. “Hey, I have an idea.”
“What?” He asked.
“I can draw you so you can see what you look like,” you told him excitedly.
“Really?” He asked with some disbelief.
“Well, sure!” You replied, already going to grab your materials.
You sat on your bed and told Marko to sit across from you for you to draw him. You spread out your colored pencils on the bed in front of you and held your paper in your non-dominant hand. You looked at him for a moment, getting a good general idea of his face shape. As you began to sketch out the shape of his face, Marko chuckled at the unfamiliar feeling of having all the attention on him, and being looked at so much. You continued looking thoughtfully at him, really seeing him, and a part of him worried that the more you looked, the more you would see flaws. He got a little nervous, and you sensed it when he fell quiet and began to absent-mindedly stare down.
"God, you're so beautiful," you said with a genuine, warm smile that indicated to Marko that you meant it, making him feel more comfortable. "I mean, damn."
"If I could blush, I'd be blushing like crazy right now," Marko said with a sweet grin that made you blush a little. "Almost as much as you are right now."
"Oh, shut up, Marko," you teased, rolling your eyes playfully.
You continued to draw the gorgeous man before you, finishing the basic sketch and beginning to add some shadows and more color. You carefully examined each detail of his face, trying your best to get your rendition as close to the original as possible. You began to add more detail to his freshly-styled hair as well, which really started to bring it all together.
After countless marks with your pencils, comparing your work for accuracy, and a good amount of chitchat, you finally put the finishing touches on the drawing. You made sure all the while that Marko never saw it until you were done.
"Okay, it's ready," you told him, raising your eyebrows in anticipation.
"Let me see," Marko said.
You moved to sit close to him, still hiding the picture from him.
"I present to you..." You started, pausing dramatically. "You!"
You handed him the portrait and he gently took it from your hands as he looked at it wide-eyed and silent at first. He looked at it very thoughtfully, and you saw his eyes travel across the page, taking in every detail for several minutes it seemed. You hoped that he liked it, but you couldn't completely tell.
Then, Marko smiled brightly, finally physically reacting to it and confirming that he did, in fact like it, quite a lot.
"It's me!" He said with some surprise, but also quite a bit of joy.
"Yeah!" You responded enthusiastically. "Look how pretty you are. I mean, you are just gorgeous, Marko."
His smile somehow widened even more as he embraced you tightly.
"Thank you, Y/n," Marko said lovingly. "I really had forgotten."
"'Course, sweetheart," you replied. "I can paint you next if you want."
He pulled away to look at you.
"Really?" He asked.
"For sure!" You responded.
"You're really good," he told you, looking back at the drawing. "This is incredible."
"Well, it helps to have such a knockout model," you teased.
Marko pulled you closer and you kissed him ardently. He wrapped his arms around your neck, and you wrapped yours around his waist, pulling him in even more. Eventually, Marko pulled away, and whispered breathlessly, "You really are the best, you know that?"
Send in requests for The Lost Boys!!! Either film or musical- I love both! I’m in a funk right now so I don’t have many ideas but I love writing for them, so send in requests if you have them. David’s my favorite, but I’ll also write for Marko and maybe the whole group together (with or without Michael and Star). Male reader only!
Confessions: David (The Lost Boys) x Male Human Reader
Summary: Y/n is tired of basically being David's food source and fuck toy. He hooks up with a woman from the boardwalk, which sends David into a rage and after lots of fighting, it's revealed how much Y/n and David care about each other.
Notes: I just saw the musical on Broadway and it was unbelievable! My obsession with David and The Lost Boys is reignited. I did write this with the musical version in mind (especially since I literally can't find any fics for the musical on here), but this can totally be read for the film version as well.
P.S. Y'all have got to go see the musical if you can! If not, check out the clips online. Ali Louis Bourzgui is crazy talented and hot as fuck!!!
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: Arguing, hurt/comfort, reader is attracted to women, mentions of hooking up & sex but no smut, mean David but he's sweet at the end, kind of infidelity/cheating (except they're not really in an established relationship), David being a control freak but he loves you, unhealthy relationship I guess...
The sun had finally set in Santa Carla and the moon was shining brightly into the cave, awaking David. He shook off the sleepiness and became aware of how hungry he was. The only thing on his mind was the taste of your blood, and he salivated at the thought of the beautiful taste on his tongue. David is a man who takes what he wants when he wants it, so he made his way over to the bed where you usually slept and saw your sleeping form.
He glanced at your face, illuminated stunningly by the moonlight, but his eyes found your neck, exposed and looking delicious to him. For a moment, this was all he saw as he approached you, fangs extending. Then, he saw it. The outline of another body next to your naked one. The shock snapped him out of the trance he was in. He pulled the sheet down to see that the other body belonged to a woman he didn't recognize. Anger immediately began coursing through his veins like fire as the two of you woke up, startled.
Fear immediately hit you as you saw David and how angry he was. You knew that he wouldn't be happy, but you hadn't guessed he would be fuming like this. You knew you were in deep shit. This had been a terrible idea.
"What the fuck?!" Was all that David could think to say.
Your heart raced with terror; you'd seen him angry, but nothing like this. You worried he would do something to Crystal, the woman beside you. You sat up, blocking his view of her as she retracted into herself, covering up as much of her body as possible with the sheet as if both of them hadn't seen every bit of it before.
"Listen, David," you started in a semi-confident tone, trying to sound less afraid than you were.
"No!" David shouted, grabbing your arm and pulling you up to stand. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"David, stop," you said, still trying to hold your ground without giving in to your fear of him. His grip on your arm tightened, drawing tiny drops of blood, which only infuriated him more as the smell of your blood drove him absolutely wild.
"You fucked her?!" He shouted, and you could have sworn you noticed a hint of sadness behind all the rage, which almost made you feel bad. Almost.
"Come on, it didn't mean anything," you said defensively.
David pulled you closer to him, glaring deep into your soul, causing your breath to hitch.
"You knew better," he said in a low, chilling voice.
You looked away, but not at Crystal because you didn't want to bring attention to her. You stared to the side, hoping he would just let you go. After a moment, he threw your arm aside and stormed off. You prayed for this to be over, but knowing it was far from.
As he left, you noticed the other boys had come to gather around, watching the fight. They just stared at David until he was gone, then looked at you, then at each other, unsure of what to say.
"All right, show's over, boys," you told them.
After a minute, Marko nudged Paul and gestured that they should go, and they did, with Dwayne following. You took a breath and sighed deeply, the first breath you'd really taken since you woke up.
"Shit," you whispered to yourself.
You pulled on your boxers quickly and sat on the bed next to Crystal, who seemed very scared, but also very tired.
"I'm sorry," you muttered shamefully. "I didn't know he would do all that. I should've known. I-."
"It's not your fault," Crystal said nervously. "I don't know what his problem is."
"Me neither," you said with a chuckle.
Crystal looked down and so did you, unsure of what to say or do.
"Listen, you should probably get out of here. I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Yeah," Crystal said, getting up.
You helped her get dressed and tried not to think about the hellscape of what was to come when you saw David again.
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David was gone most of the night. No one really knew what to do when he was gone and everyone was silently afraid of what would happen when he returned. You went back and forth between being angry at him for how he had treated you and feeling guilty because you worried you'd actually hurt him, which, even though you rationally thought that he deserved it, you loved him and didn't want to hurt him.
Eventually, you just couldn't bear to wait anymore. It was only about an hour to sunrise and you worried about David being gone so long, so you decided to go look for him. As you began to leave, Marko stopped you.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm gonna try to find David," you said with a sigh. "It's probably better if I just get it over with. Plus, it's getting early. I don't want him out there when the sun comes up."
"Be careful, okay?" Marko warned with genuine concern.
"I will," you assured him before setting off on your motorcycle.
You rode only a couple minutes before you saw David driving on a cliff, who you guessed had been on his way back to the cave. As you noticed each other, you both parked and looked at each other. You just stared in silence for a few minutes, neither of you sure what to say.
"Why do you even care so much?" You asked. You were genuinely curious, but it came across as snarky and it set off David.
"I don't care," he said harshly.
"Well, clearly you do or you wouldn't be so upset," you said, only making it worse.
"I'm not upset!" He retorted.
You just raised an eyebrow, my point exactly.
"I just... I can't believe you did that," he said with disgust, but also with a hidden sadness.
"Why? You do shit like that any time you want."
"That's different."
He was closer to you now.
"Really? How is it different, David?"
"It's different and you know it."
You looked at him for several moments, seeing only his ego, arrogance, and greed. You hated what you saw.
"You know, David, I always thought there was more to you," you started, trying not to let your mix of emotions overwhelm you. You walked right up to him as you spoke, fear melting away. "I thought there was some part of you that was still... I don't know... human? Maybe there was a part of you that cared about me, but now.... I'm starting to think it was all wishful thinking."
You didn't completely believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you found that you hadn't been able to stop them from flowing out. You looked at him, your eyes burning as tears began to in your eyes, but didn't yet fall. He said nothing and it was impossible to understand the look on his face. At first, he looked somewhat hurt, then it was as if he put on a mask of resentment.
"You know what?" You said, anger rising from a place deep inside.
"What?" David almost taunted.
"I'm so fucking tired of this- of you," you nearly shouted, a small amount of guilt hitting you, but you had been holding this in for years and couldn't stop now. "You've never had any respect for me. I give you everything you demand of me and more, and all you do is treat me like shit. I've never asked you for anything. You use me, David! You always have. You use me for my blood, you use me for sex, you use me for fucking everything."
You were now overcome with emotions that you'd suppressed for so long, and you added mournfully, "I'm tired of being used."
"Why are you even still here?" David asked, his sharp words shocking you. He tended to be harsh with you, but not this cruel. You were silent for a moment.
"Really, David?" You asked, sadness quickly returning to anger.. "Why am I here?"
"Yeah, why are you here?" David repeated roughly. "If I'm really as awful to you as you say, why stick around?"
"Because I love you, David!" You shouted, immediately regretting it, gasping slightly as you realized that you actually said it and couldn't take it back. Your eyes met and for the first time in a long time, you really felt like he actually saw you. You realized you were trembling from how upset you were. You couldn't read his expression- you never really could. "Did you really never know? I've loved you this whole time, and all you've done is lead me on and play with me like some toy. And you always choose someone else, now it's Star. I just wanted, for once, for you to choose me, after everything I've given you."
You paused for a moment, finally finding some emotion on his face, yet you still didn't know quite what it meant.
"Look, I know you don't love me, and you're probably not even capable of actually loving someone, but the least you could do is give me a little respect and thank me now and then."
You hated the words as they came out, but you hated yourself even more for not saying something sooner. There was a long period of silence- you'd said all you wanted to say and David hadn't a clue how to respond. Eventually, you nodded your head in disappointment, giving up on him saying anything, and began to leave. He caught your arm in a grip that was more gentle than usual.
"You're leaving?" He asked regretfully, voice surprising you as it was slightly wavering.
"No," you told him after a moment. "I'm going home." He slightly nodded thoughtfully, sadly. You pulled your arm out of his grip and began walking away once more. "I'd never leave you, no matter what. Even if I'd be better off."
You walked a couple steps away from him.
"Stop," he said, voice almost quivering.
You did, but only momentarily, out of reflex. You were so used to doing whatever he told you to. You looked back at him before continuing to walk to your bike. You got on and rode back to the cave, not looking back to see if he followed you.
~~~
You sluggishly climbed into your bed and found your way under the thin, tattered blanket and sheet. You hadn't exchanged a word with David since the fight, and you felt a sick feeling all over, but especially in your stomach. Part of you was glad to have finally spoken your mind, but another, more substantial part regretted it and wished things would return to normal. You wondered if they ever would after that. Tears welled up in your eyes as you cursed yourself for confessing to David- one secret you promised yourself you'd never tell. Though things had always been tumultuous and sometimes miserable, David meant everything to you and you prayed and prayed that you hadn't lost him. It was all worth it to have him, even if it wasn't in the way that you wanted.
Suddenly, you felt the bed shift behind you and an arm wrap around your waist. You hadn't noticed him walk in with how caught up you'd been in your thoughts. You habitually moved your head slightly, exposing your neck to him. It wasn't something you thought about anymore- it was a reflex. You barely even realized you'd done it until you felt his cold lips on your neck. You braced yourself for the bite- also a reflex mostly beyond your control- but it never came. He gently kissed your skin, scarred from being bitten so many times for so long. A single tear slipped out of your eye and streamed down your face as he wrapped his arm around your midsection.
"I'm not going to bite you," David said in between slow kisses.
"Why not?" You asked, voice hoarse from crying. He continued to kiss you softly, unlike he had before.
"Because," he said, planting one final kiss to your warm skin. "You're right."
This took you by surprise, causing you to hold your breath for a moment.
"I'm sorry," David lamented.
You didn't think you'd ever heard him sincerely apologize in all the time you'd known him. You thought he must really mean it if he was being this open with you, much unlike how closed off he usually was from you and everyone else.
"I didn't... realize what I was doing," David told you gently, in a tone that nearly scared you because of how rare that was coming from him. "I'm not using you anymore."
A small piece of you doubted that he really meant it and that he would actually follow through and change how he treated you, but a much larger piece of you believed every word.
"I love you," David whispered, lips lightly brushing against your ear. And with that, you believed him without a doubt.
You turned to look at him, your face stained with a few dried tears, and noticed that he, too had a tear falling from his beautiful eye. He leaned into you and kissed you softly, but with passion. You broke the kiss only to turn it face him, then pressed your lips to his again, wrapping your arms around him. His hands came to your lower back and pulled you even closer to him as he moved to be on top of you. He wiped the mostly dry tears from your face as he kissed you.
You and David had been close and intimate many times before; he often fucked you to blow off steam or if he was horny and didn't feel like finding some chick at the boardwalk. This, however, was different from other times you'd been close with him. For one thing, he rarely actually kissed you, and even when he did, it didn't feel like there was any real feeling or passion behind it. Although, this time, you could really feel the love that he had just confessed to you through the way he kissed and touched you. He wasn't focused on himself or his pleasure, but on you and making you feel loved. It was the greatest feeling you'd ever felt.
You hesitantly pulled away.
"David," you said, almost breathless.
"Yeah?" He asked, equally as winded as you.
"I'm sorry for saying all that," you said earnestly, looking down. "I didn't mean all of it. I just held all that in for so long and..."
"You shouldn't be sorry," David explained. "I should be. And I am."
You looked back up to his dazzling eyes, which were much less cold than usual. You smiled and kissed him deeply. He withdrew away after a moment with a sly look on his face.
"Who was she anyway?" He asked you teasingly, clearly not as bothered by it anymore.
"Oh, god," you huffed, pushing him off you and onto the bed beside you. "Nobody important, okay?"
"Where'd you pick her up?" He asked, that mischievous look still plastered on his glorious face.
"David," you scolded playfully. "Don't worry about Crystal, all right? You're all I want."
"Her name's Crystal?"
"Shut up."
You both chuckled and then you cuddled up to his side, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. He also wrapped his arms around your waist before saying in a hushed tone, "You're all I want, too." This made you smile widely. You popped your head up to look at him.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked carefully. You knew he didn't like to sleep in beds and you didn't want to push it.
"Of course I will," he assured you.
You laid back on his chest and soon after, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling more safe and loved than ever.
Summary: Y/n is Hellboy's new "babysitter" (like John was in the first film). However, Y/n is unlike anyone Hellboy has ever met before; he isn't afraid of him and he doesn't see him as a monster like everyone else.
Notes: This is written for the 2004/Ron Perlman Hellboy, but you can read it for any one of them you please. Also, I wrote this for a redhead reader, but that's only mentioned once, it's just a little joke because he's also red. For the beginning, I basically edited the original scene with John. Also, reader is a formal paranormal investigator!
Word Count: 2.4k
(Note: Did y'all ever notice in this scene that he's watching Frankenstein because it's about a "monster" who's a sweet guy that gets pinned as a villain because of his appearance? Cute, huh?)
Warnings: Profane language, talk of violence, age gap (Hellboy is technically 60 and they kinda joke about that, reader's age is ambiguous but younger than him), reader is lowkey a little fanboy sorry!
First day jitters, you've learned, are something that never go away. The moment you opened your eyes on your first day of your new job, you had an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You were beyond excited about this job, but you were intensely worried that you would mess it up or that he wouldn't like you or that you would come off the wrong way. First impressions, after all, are everything.
You pulled up to the address you had been given, and the sign said it was some type of waste management place. You were worried that you'd gone to the wrong building, so you were frantically looking at the slip of paper that had the address scrawled onto it and comparing it to the building that was before you. It matched.
You buzzed the buzzer and explained who you were, hoping to God this was the right place. The gates opened, to your relief, and you pulled in. You walked up to the building with faux confidence, hoping that it came off as genuine, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
You walked through an empty hallway into a large room that had a very serious man standing on the other side of it. You told him who you were.
"Yes, Section 51," he remarked.
"Yes, sir," you affirmed.
"Watch your hands and elbows," he warned you coldly.
"I'm sorry, what?" You asked, looking around.
"Watch your hands and elbows," he repeated, more annoyed this time, as if it would make more sense to you.
The circle on the floor beneath you began to sink, taking you underneath the room you had previously been in, throwing you off for a moment.
"So fucking cool," you whispered.
You found yourself before tall golden doors and you opened them, discovering a large room that looked like a very fancy and well-kept library with red carpet. You looked around, taking it all in, feeling more grounded now. There were many beautifully crafted sculptures and golden details. You noticed what looked like a large fish tank.
"Excuse me," you called out, not seeing anyone around, traveling deeper into the room.
"Turn the pages," a voice said, seeming to be coming from the fish tank. "If you don't mind."
You approached the fish tank, noticing four golden music stands holding books on them. You looked into the fish tank, and suddenly a man with fish-like features appeared on the other side of the glass, hitting it, which startled you for a moment.
"Oh, hello," you said in a friendly manner. "You must be... what was it? Abraham?"
"You can call me Abe, if you like," the man told you. "And you?"
"I'm Y/n L/n," you responded. "I'm-."
"Yes, I was told who you are and why you're here," he said, cutting you off. "You're the new babysitter."
"Oh," you said, surprised by that term. "Uh, yes, I suppose."
"Please," Abe said. "The pages."
"Oh, right," you said, turning the page of each book. "You read all these at the same time?"
"Four books at once, every day," a voice said from behind you. "As long as I'm there to turn the pages."
You looked behind you, finding an old man with white hair and a white beard, standing in front of a desk. You wondered how he had approached without you noticing.
"My name's Broom," the older man said, approaching you. "Professor Trevor Broom."
You walked to meet him, extending your hand, and he shook it.
"I'm Y/n-," you started.
"Y/n L/n, [Birthplace], [Birth year]," Abe said, cutting you off. "Paranormal investigator for six years after a sad career in retail and food. Scar on your knee from a skateboarding accident when you were, let's see, eight years old."
"How did you...?" You started, shocked by all the information he knew about you.
"You read the files that were sent to you?" Broom asked you.
"Yes, sir," you confirmed. "I read them all."
"He knew so much about me because of uh...." You started, trying to recall details from all of the files you read. "His unique frontal cortex, right?"
"Correct," said Broom. "'Unique'. That's a word you'll hear frequently around here."
"Sir, this is all very exciting," you told him, emphasizing that you truly were passionate about this job.
"When you entered the lobby, there was an inscription: 'In the absence of light, darkness prevails'," Broom explained. "There are things that go bump in the night, Agent L/n. Make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back."
Broom led you down to a hallway after you said goodbye to Abe.
"You read about how the Bureau was formed, yes?" Broom asked.
"Yes, sir," you replied. "I read everything that I was sent."
"Very good," Broom told you as you approached another man, who looked overly serious. "Oh, uh, L/n, this is Agent Clay. Take his lead. He'll make the introductions."
"All right," you said, taking a deep breath, readying yourself for the big event. "Thank you, sir."
"Make me proud," Broom said, walking off.
"They're not speaking," Clay explained. "He had him grounded."
"Grounded?" You asked with surprise.
Clay went through a series of efforts to open the door, which began to open very slowly and dramatically.
"Okay, you saw the fish guy, right?" Clay asked.
"Yeah, Abe," you said. "We met."
"All right," Clay said, stepping aside as the door opened wider. "Well, come on in. Meet the rest of the family."
You nodded, following him in, noticing a plethora of cats.
"He gets fed six times a day," Clay explained. "He's got a thing for cats. You'll be his nanny, his keeper, his best friend. He never goes out unsupervised."
"Okay," you said, taking in all the information.
"A redhead," a deep voice said, taking you off-guard, causing you to whip your head around. "That's a good joke. Who hired this guy, Clay? He's a funny guy, really."
You took him in for a moment, his red skin, embellished with spirals and designs, his chiseled muscles that flexed as he brought up a large weight in a curl, his comically large stone hand, his yellow eyes that looked straight at you, causing your heart to race unexpectedly, his horns that were filed down close to his head, the smoke coming out of his mouth, the cigar lazily hanging from his lips. It was quite a sight. You tried not to stare and make him uncomfortable, but he was really a lot more attractive than you had expected. After a pause that you judged to likely be far too long, you chuckled. You couldn't believe you were actually talking to Hellboy.
"I'm Y/n," you introduced, getting a little closer to him, hoping that he didn't notice how tight your pants were becoming.
"The babysitter," Hellboy said, unamused, throwing the dumbbell to the ground like it was nothing. "I don't want one."
"Liason," Clay corrected.
"Babysitter," Hellboy argued. "What, you get tired of me, Clay?"
He relit his cigar and you stood there, feeling like an idiot. You and clay exchanged a look for a moment, prompting you to say something.
“I’m very excited to be working with you, sir,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t chew you out. “I’ve read a lot about you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hellboy sighed. “Just Hellboy’s fine, all right?”
“Sounds good,” you replied, trying to seem friendly, but not too friendly. You wanted to keep some mystery.
Suddenly, an alarm began to blare, red lights flashing, making you jump slightly, eyes widening.
“Wow, mission already,” Hellboy mused, leisurely putting out his cigar. “Hell of a first day, huh, kid?”
~~~Time Skip~~~
The car whizzed down the highway as you drove Hellboy back to the BPRD from the mission, which was successful. The two of you had been silent since getting in the car, the awkwardness thick in the air. You both just kept glancing at each other, trying to assess the man each of you would be working with nearly 24/7 from now on. Finally, you decided to break the silence.
"That was incredible, by the way," you said, trying to sound nonchalant and like that mission hadn't been the coolest experience of your life so far. "You just mopped the floor with that motherfucker."
"Yeah," Hellboy said with a confident air. "Thanks."
Then it was silent again. I mean, what the hell were you two supposed to talk about? Should you even talk? Maybe it would be more professional to just say nothing. Hellboy turned on the radio and it was on your favorite station. Animal by Def Leppard played. He left it on and turned it up.
"Nice," he said.
"You can change it if you want," you told him.
"No, I like this station," he replied. "Little young for Def Leppard, aren't you?"
"I'm not that young," you responded, feeling like a child. "I only really listen to classic rock or hair metal."
"Kid's got good taste," Hellboy said with an almost imperceptible teasing tone, but you picked up on it and it made you smile a little.
"Not a kid," you told him.
"Mhm," he simply replied, looking out the darkly tinted windows as if he was deep in thought.
Silence enveloped the car once again. You racked your brain for something, anything clever to say, pondered whether you should just try to stay mysterious and keep your mouth shut. At a certain point, you just couldn't help yourself.
"So we should probably get to know each other a little, huh?" You said, glancing at him.
"Sure," he replied simply.
"So... hm..." You tried to think of something to ask, hoping he would come up with something, but he just looked at you, which didn't help. "What do you, uh, I dunno, what do you like to eat?"
Hellboy chuckled a little.
'"Baby Ruth candy bars are my favorite," he said, making you smile stupidly. He looked like he was going to continue until he saw your grin. "What?"'
"No, sorry," you replied, stifling a giggle, but not very well. "I just didn't expect that."
He looked at you very seriously, which just broke you. You busted out in laughter. He chuckled, too. You didn't quite expect this from him, but it was a good surprise. You liked this side.
"What?" He asked again, still holding back a laugh.
"I just thought a big strong monster fighter guy like you would eat... I don't know, actually," you mused. "I didn't expect that."
"Well, I like pancakes, too," Hellboy told you like it was the coolest thing in the world.
"Wow," you said, faux-impressed. "Tough."
"And chili."
"Chili's good, yeah."
You looked at each other at the same time, both chuckling just a bit. You finally felt like the ice was starting to break.
"What do you eat?" Hellboy asked you.
"Well, I guess my favorite food's probably [favorite food] and I eat a lot of [favorite cuisine] food," you responded.
"Hm, I haven't had that," he said.
"No shit?"
"No shit."
"Well, I guess I'll have to take you to get some sometime," you said, realizing how it sounded only as you had already said it. You looked at him, hoping he wasn't freaked out by it.
"If you can sneak me out," Hellboy said. "They never let me leave that fucking place."
"Well, I'm your babysitter now, so I think I'm allowed to take you to get something to eat," you explained. "It's not good for anybody to be locked up all the time."
"That's what I've been saying."
You took the next exit off the highway, taking a side street as you'd been instructed to do when coming to and from your new workplace.
"How'd you get this job anyway?" Hellboy asked.
"Well, I was a paranormal investigator," you explained. "A lot of UFOs and ghosts and whatnot. As you can imagine, that wasn't going super well for me. I did a lot of networking, though, and I ended up making a friend at the BPRD and he actually asked me to interview for the job opening. When they told me what the job was, I got super excited, and I guess they liked that."
"Excited?" Hellboy asked, with a mix of slight surprise and confusion.
"Yeah, I mean working one-on-one with a supernatural being to fight monsters is pretty fucking cool, huh?" You explained. "Hell of a lot better than what the hell I was doing."
"'Supernatural being'?" He asked.
"Oh," you said, worried you'd offended him. "Sorry, what do you prefer?"
"No, that's fine," he told you. "Just... most people would call me a monster."
You felt a tug on your heartstrings at that.
"You're not a monster, though," you said plainly. "You fight monsters."
He thought about that for a minute, like you had just introduced a new concept to him, and that almost broke your heart.
"You were excited, you said?" He asked.
"Yeah, I mean I've been chasing supernatural shit my whole life barely ever finding anything and I found out that I was gonna be working with you," you said. You considered if you should continue, and you decided that it would probably be okay to do so. "I actually looked for you for a while. I always wondered if you were real or not. Honestly, I felt dumb for it, but I always believed in you."
"Really?" Hellboy asked.
"Yeah," you said, feeling a little embarrassed all of a sudden. "Is that weird? I probably shouldn't have said that, huh?"
"No, it's cool," Hellboy said.
"Oh, okay," you said. "Good."
He took a breath.
"You weren't scared?" He asked you.
"What do you mean?" You asked.
"When you got the job," he explained. "You weren't scared?"
"Well," you started, oblivious to what he meant. "I mean, yeah, I guess this job's pretty high risk going on missions with you and everything, but it's also awesome."
"I meant of me," he said quietly, almost mumbling, clearly afraid to open up.
"No," you told him. "Why would I be scared of you? You're, you know, a good guy."
Hellboy took a moment to take that in.
"Not everyone sees that," he said quietly.
"Well, I do," you assured him, looking into his yellow eyes.
You both sat with that for a moment. You pulled up to the BPRD.
