A/n: I wrote this with 2019 Hellboy in mind, but I think you can read it as del Toro's Hellboy too. Also, I know nothing about the comics, only the movies, so please don't kill me if something is incorrect.
Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, jealousy and existencial crisis, let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: ~1.3k.
Dates usually consist of staying in, ordering takeout or pizza and watching tv, maybe playing some video game or listening to Red playing his guitar. But if you ask him, he’ll take you out to somewhere nice, as long as it’s not too crowded, he’d hate to hear his dad complaining about him going out in public.
He likes lots of different games, though his favorites are nostalgic ones or horror and chaotic ones, he’d say his favorite was Doom if it didn’t make him have an existential crisis every time he plays (a guy killing demons, just like him, while he is also a “demon”, messes with him a bit).
In long car rides he puts his playlist on the car’s speakers and looks at you every 5 seconds to see your reaction. If you like his songs, he’ll go full music expert mode and tell you about his favorite artists and concerts. If you don’t like them, he’ll show you different genres to see which one pleases you more. He’s open to hear your music too, and if he ends up not liking it, he’d tolerate them to a point, as long as you’re happy.
For someone with that body, he’s surprisingly lazy. When not on missions and working out, he’s lying on the couch, doing anything that doesn’t require too much effort. When he’s exercising, though? He gives all of him, lifting dumbbells twice your weight on each arm, sweat glistering on his shirtless chest and veins popping with the all the force he’s using. It’s a gorgeous sight, and he’s quite a show-off when working out, so if he catches you staring, he’ll flex in all kinds of poses to your enjoyment.
A little bit jealous when he sees you with agents. He’s not the controlling type, tough, it’s more of a fear that someday you’ll realize who you’re dating and leave him. He’d act all snappy during the whole conversation, well, your conversation, as he’d be quiet the whole time. It’s impossible not to notice, so the best thing would be to take him to a secluded corner and smush him in affection or to give him a kiss right in front the person you’re talking to. Just a quick thing to remind him you’re together because you love him, nobody else.
He sometimes invites friends over to his place, often times to have a jam session or just to relax with video games or sports. He’d love it if you got along with his friends, and would try to make you feel comfortable around them. If for whatever reason one of them made you feel uncomfortable, he’d take that into consideration and avoid bringing them home when you’re there, or even end their relationship, depending on what they did.
If that’s your thing too, he’d love to have jams with just the two of you, even performing some love songs to you, in his own laid-back way. If you mention liking a specific song that he could play on the guitar, he’d learn it and play for you during these moments.
He frequently asks you to google and call people on his phone, as he’s broken it too many times when trying to use it. Speaking of, his phone is quite simple, few apps installed and not much personalization, except for the wallpaper, which he insisted on being a picture of you both. His ringtone is a heavy metal song that always startles everyone around, but he seems used to it by now and refuses to change it.
Sleeps like a rock and snores loud, he can sleep anywhere at any time, he’s basically a nightmare for light sleepers. On the good side, you can do whatever you want to him and he’ll only know when he wakes up a few hours later. He likes having you close when going to bed, which means cuddling is ideal. He’s fine with whatever position, but he specially loves to have your head on his chest and one arm draped over you.
He eats for a whole family. All you can eat restaurants fear him. With reason, that body won’t be maintained with little food. When you two order pizza you better take your slices as soon as it arrives ‘cause he can effortlessly eat it all by himself. It happened once and he felt terrible that he forgot to leave a few slices for you, so he’s more mindful now. Still, you should try to prevent it.
The tail. At the beginning he felt really awkward when you mentioned or even looked at it, but with time he feels more comfortable. When you try to touch it, he playfully smacks your hand with it, giving you a hard time to try and catch it by darting it around, eventually giving up and letting you have it. To be honest he doesn’t care about what you find so endearing about it, as long as you don’t squeeze and do weird stuff with it. When you two are sitting close to each other or on the bed to sleep, his tail wraps itself around your legs. He says it’s unconscious, but you can’t be 100% sure as he often uses it to grab stuff when he can’t reach with his hands.
Like the tail, he’s fine with you touching the rock hand, what he’s not comfortable with, however, is mentioning the horns or hooves. He’d let it brush aside the first times, but once he knows you better and truly trusts you, he asks you to not mention about them, and you don’t need an explanation, having seen the way he looks at them on the bad days.
He likes it when you paint his nails, even if you’ve never done it before and it ends up looking wonky, since he can’t paint them by himself. Something he adores, but is a bit more critical about, is when you play with his hair and beard. Once again, do whatever you want, when it’s just you and him, you can let your imagination run wild and make all types of hairstyles, he’ll even let you take funny pictures of him in pigtails. Just not in public, when going out he asks you to make the classic half bun.
His place has a huge shower, so you can shower together without being cramped. He’s not the most delicate person but he’ll take extra care when washing your body and hair. Speaking of, he won’t ask, but he wants you to wash his hair for him, he’ll lower his head for you with a satisfied grin on his face. He also lets you wash him, if you want, it’s only that he might be a bit too self-conscious, seeing the differences of yours and his body always leaves him thoughtful, so these moments are the few times where it’s all about intimacy and comfort, absent of the usual snarky remarks and playfulness.
He's also super messy. He can’t keep his place tidy to save his life, it’s either that he was too busy away on missions and when he gets back he’s too tired to clean everything up, or that the mess doesn’t bother him too much, so why change it? Needless to say, if you want to be in clean place, you’d either have to do it yourself or annoy him for days until he’s pissed enough to do it.
He's not very creative with pet names, he’d go by the basic “love” or “babe”. Doesn’t mind if you give him interesting pet names, though, he’s more amused than irritated when you call him cheesy in front of other people.
Overall, he’s an amazing person, and an even better boyfriend, just the right amount of sarcasm and tenderness. To most he seems rough around the edges, but with his partner he’d be the best he could, even when sometimes he himself doesn’t believe to be worthy of your love.
Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3
Summary: You arrived at the church as all hell break lose outside, literally
"RED!" the voice caught everyone's attention in the church. You barged in and the scene in front of you shocked you, to say the least.
"Just what in the seven shades of FUCK is going on here?!" you yelled as you saw the Professor, dead, as Alice was projecting him. He offered you a smile that told you, you just arrived on time.
"He is fulfilling his destiny and no one will be able to stop him." Nimue, the woman in front of him said.
"Oh, okay, and here I thought it was the end of the world." you let out a huff, obviously being sarcastic.
"You left." Hellboy spoke as he was now fully turned towards you. His words felt like fire and ice at the same time. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at him.
"I tried to find my parents... took me so long to realize that while I was looking for my past, my present and future ran right past me, and I lost you. I'm so sorry, Red. I caused you way too much pain with my selfishness. I wasn't there for you when Ruiz passed, I wasn't there for you before or after and I regret it deeply. But this is not you, Red. I know you, this is not who you are, I mean come on a fire crown? Really?" you took a spet towards him, everyone watching you closely.
"Do not listen to her. She is lying! She played with your feelings, she just doesn't want you to fulfil your destiny."
"Slithering like a snake I see." you commented as she gave you a look.
"I'll kill you." she moved towards you, with intentions to murder you but Hellboy grabbed her arm.
"No one touches My Kitten." he said before he chopped her head off. One clean cut.
Then you were attacked by something from your right, and before you could dodge it, it made you fly and land against a pillar, making your back hurt and as you hit your head, you passed out.
When you woke up you were in a very familiar room, Red's room.
You smiled as you saw him sitting by your side.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as you woke up.
"Like I was just thrown against a pillar and blacked out. Can you kill the light please? My head is throbbing." you asked as you covered your eyes. Hellboy did as you told him and turned the lights off, only a small light illuminating the room so it's not pitch black.
He didn't say a word. Although you knew he wanted to say many many things, he didn't speak.
"Red... I'm sorry about your father."
"Yeah."
"But I'll never leave you again, I promise. Not even when you will yell at me for being annoying." he smiled.
"I'm sorry you didn't find what you were looking for."
"Don't be silly, I found it years ago when I met you, I just didn't realize." you sat up against the pillows as he moved to sit next to your leg on the bed. "I feel bad, I spent most of our relationship trying to find my past."
"Well, you are doing it again, you are focusing on what happened instead of the future." you looked into his golden eyes.
"You are right it's just that I feel really bad about it. I understand why you'd feel like I played with your feelings. But I never lied, I do really love you, Red."
"I know. I love you too." he leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips.
Throughout your relationship with him, this was the first time you felt truly free and happy.
"So... Excalibur and... fire crown?" you laughed as he groaned but didn't say anything.
From that day on, no more looking into the past, from that day on, all that mattered was the future, your future with him.
Reader is similar to Maleficent (live action one).
Dr. Broom is still alive in this; Liz and Hellboy have a platonic relationship, like in the comics.
I suggest listening to “Horns (STéLOUSE Remix)” by Bryce Fox while reading.
Hellboy’s morning started out normal. Well, as normal as a half-devil agent for s uper secret world-saving organization. He was just hanging out in his room of the BPRD headquarters, lifting his extremely heavy weights, when an alarm and computerized voice filled the air. CODE RED. WARNING: CODE RED. “What now?” Hellboy grunted. “Can’t a man work out in peace?” He huffed and put on a shirt and his signature trench coat, leaving his little haven for another monster bashing mission.
~ This time skip is brought to you by Baby Ruths candy bars ~
“A couple of hours ago, the Bureau was tipped off about an blackmarket deal was going on underneath the John Ballantine House in Newark, NJ. Apparently, there was an auction selling illegal paranormal items and illegally acquired live paranormal creatures,” Clay explained as he walked with Hellboy, Abe, and Liz through the cellar of the historic house. “We originally sent a handful of agents down to nab the guys running the auction and round up any paranormal ‘collectors,’ but all communications to them have been left unanswered.” They stopped in front of a brick wall, seemingly the end of their route. Professor Broom was standing next to the wall, cane in hand.
“Hello, Father,” Hellboy greeted the much older man. “Hellboy. Abe could you so kindly help us find out what we are dealing with,” the elderly director asked the fish-like man. Abe strode up the false wall, took off his glove, and put a webbed hand up to the brick. He gasped as he used his telepathic abilities to see who or what was on the other side. “I’m sensing something ... peculiar. All the auctioneers and participants are dead, but I can still sense our missing agents. It’s almost as if they are asleep,” Abe said, his giant frog-like eye blinking as he took in the information. “I can sense the entity itself. It’s desperately searching for something. Its anger ... it’s overbearing ...” Abe quickly pulled his hand away, visibly shaken.
“Looks like I’ll take it from here,” Hellboy said, his Good Samaritan in his hand and loaded. “Careful, Hellboy. This creature seems to be something we’ve never encounter before,” Broom warned. “Nothing I can’t handle. Liz, come with me. I can use some back up.” The young woman nodded, gun in hand, and said, “If you need me to roast the thing, just let me know.” Broom wordlessly turned to the brick ‘wall,’ taping a couple of seemingly random bricks with his cane, before the wall slide back and moved to reveal a dark stairwell. “Of course these guys would have a false wall leading to some ominous stairs,” Hellboy sighed, before going down. “Good luck, my son,” Broom said quietly as the half-demon left.
Down the stairs the two BPRD agents went, almost entirely Incase’s in darkness, if it weren’t for the lit torches spread sparingly as they descended. Eventually, the stairs ended, revealing a giant magnificently carved archway. Beyond the arch was what appeared to be where the blackmarket held their auctions, a large raised stage in the middle of the room, with numerous empty seats surrounding it, and cages either lining the edges of the room or hanging from chains attached to the ceiling.
Immediately, Hellboy and Liz saw the dead bodies of the auction participants and members of the black market, blank and lifeless eyes staring in the distance with looks of terror petrified on their faces. “Let’s get to work,” Hellboy said to the female pyro. Hellboy kneeled down next to one of the bodies, studying its appearance. “No signs of external damage, no reminders of any chemicals, and no indication of any weapons used,” the red skinned man mumbled to himself. “Did you find anything on your end, Liz?” He called out. He got no response, sending up reg flags for the half-demon. He gripped his gun in his hand and cautiously stalked towards where He had last seen Liz. “Liz, you alright over there?” he called out again, hoping she would respond this time. But she didn’t, and as Hellboy got closer, he found out why.
There hovering several feet in the air, was an unconscious Liz, along with the missing Bureau agents. They seemed to be sleeping peacefully, suspended by calmly circling streams of gold magic, the source of their levitation and blissful sleep. Hellboy cautiously moved towards his fallen comrades was just about to reach them, until he was hit by a wave of green magic that sent him into a stone pillar. He groaned as he pulled himself back onto his feet, rubble falling off his trench coat. His golden eyes stared at the figure in front of him, studying the new opponent he had to face. A couple of feet away stood the most magnificent creature he had ever seen in his sixty-plus years he’s lived.
A young, beautiful woman, with eyes of molten gold stared at him. She had two large curved horns sprouting from her head, devil-like in appearance. But he could tell she wasn’t like him; there was an air around her to disproved this. Hellboy was unable to tear his eyes away from her. The horned female narrowed her eyes at Hellboy, intensely studying the half-demon in front of her. “Leave, devil, you and your humans have no business here,” she commanded, voice holding power as each word left her red painted lips.
“Actually, it is my business to be here,” Hellboy said. “You’ve killed a bunch of people. It’s my job to take down monsters like you.” She didn’t seemed to like that, green flames rising off her shoulders and her eyes turned a bright glowing green. She raised her glowing green hands, causing Hellboy to rise in the air in the air, surrounded by the same glowing green light. Hellboy felt his arms lock to his side, his legs stick together, unable to move anything below his neck. He groaned as he desperately tried to move, as the magical woman strode up to his paralyzed body.
“I’m the monster? They were the monsters and deserved to die! Didn’t you see all those cages? They enslaved defenseless supernatural creatures, most of them sentient, like you and I. They tortured them, killed them for their parts, sold them like objects. Humans are all the same, they destroy everything they come across and are full of unsatisfiable greed,” she seethed, hand coming to wrap around his throat. “Look, you obviously had some history with these guys. Maybe we can help you,” Hellboy tried to persuade her. “You expect me to trust a governmental organization full of humans. I’ve learned from the last time I trusted a human and I won’t make that same mistake again!”
She sent him flying through the air again, into a giant metal cage, which he dented with his massive frame. Hellboy groaned and got up to his feet. “Alright, I’m getting sick and tired of this,” he grunted, grabbing his Good Samaritan from its holster in his left hand. The horned woman snot another wave of green magic at Hellboy, but the half-demon was able to dodge behind a pillar, the attack breaking a massive piece off of it. Hellboy looked around the pillar, ready to shoot, but she wasn’t there. Hellboy used his supernatural senses to keep on guard. He heard something coming towards him, quickly moving away from his hiding spot. Thank god he did, for a giant thick wooden root shot out of the ground, stabbing through and shattering the pillar he was previously hiding behind.
As soon as he escaped that danger, thick vines grew from the walls and wrapped around his left arm. Hellboy groaned and used his mighty Right Hand to tear the vines away. He was able to free his left hand from the vines, when more of them wrapped around his legs. They were quickly swept out from underneath him, draggin him across the rough floor. His gun hand now free, he shot at vines dragging him. Luckily, they broke before the vines dragged him into a mess of spiked tree roots.
Hellboy ran to a safer spot, one where there weren’t any blind spots. “Come on, we can do this the hard way or ...” Hellboy didn’t get to finish his sentence, for something rammed into him, making him stumble a few steps back. Hellboy managed to steady himself, glaring at this new enemy with his golden eyes. A giant wolf-like creature stood a few feet in front him, lips pulled back to show sharp teeth, a deep growl emanating from its throat. Long claws pierced the ruined tiled floor beneath its massive paws, the demonic-looking wolf posed to attack.
“Ok, I guess it's the hard way then,” Hellboy sighed. The wolf growled and leapt at him again. Hellboy was prepared this time, attacking with his stony right appendage. The wolf avoided the attack, sinking its teeth in his leg instead. Hellboy yelled in pain, unleashing a round of bullets. But the bullets, specifically made to hurt and kill unholy creatures, seemed to bounce off its thick fur and feathered layered pelt. Hellboy next instinctively grabbed the wolf and threw it away from him.
The wolf was thrown into the side of an iron cage, it howling in pain. It quickly leapt away from it, as if it was burned, and away from Hellboy. He chased after the wold, but lost sight of it. His golden eyes caught the metal bars of the cage, noticing where the wolf hit it with its side, was a hot red as if someone took a blowtorch to it. Iron, Hellboy thought. That’s your weakness. And that means ...
He quickly thought up a plan, ripping off two bars from the cage and called out to his foe. “Here, doggy doggy. Come here, girl,” he teased, a smirk on his face. A loud growl filled the room and the wolf came out from where where it was hiding. Hellboy and the wolf circled each other, the air tense as they waited for the other to make a move. “Come on, Tinkerbell. You gonna hit me with some fairy dust,” he provoked, trying to get the fairy-shifted wolf to attack him. It worked, the wolf leaping at him again.
This time, Hellboy used one of the iron bars in his hands and hit the wolf with it, making the creature yelp in pain. Hellboy continued his attack, the spots where he hit the wolf with the iron bars looking like it was burned. The wolf slowly backed up until its hind legs were nearly touching the iron cage it was previously thrown into. Hellboy took this advantage, grabbing wolf by its neck and pinning it against the cage, its unprotected stomach exposed. As quickly as he could, he bent the broken iron bars in his hands, cuffing the wolf’s front paws to the intact ones of the cage.
The wolf’s howl slowly morphed into a woman’s scream. The wolf started to molt, its sharp claws retracting back into fingernails, patches of skin appearing from the tufts of wild fur. Hellboy watched cautiously as the wolf shifted back into the horned woman. Said woman was groaning in pain, struggling to breathe as her skin burned where it touched the iron-bars. “Are you done? Did you get everything out of your system?” Hellboy asked in a snarky tone, a smirk on his face. “Release me, devil!” she ordered, before hissing in pain. “I don’t think I will. Unless ...” Hellboy trailed off. The horned fairy glared at him for a moment, but sighed. “Name your price, you overbrown cranberry,” she hissed, hands clenched tight in anger. “Although I love pet names, Tinkerbell, the name’s Hellboy,” he introduced himself, rolling his eyes at the fairy’s sass.
“How original. I suppose I should tell you my name now. Unfortunately for you, I won’t give you mine. Now let me go. And stop calling me Tinkerbell!”
“No can do, babe. I haven’t forgot about the damage you’ve done to me and my friends.”
“Like I said before, those slavers deserved what happened to them. Your human agents on the other hand are just asleep. They are a nuisance, but I’m not so heartless to end them just because they got in my way.”
“Hmm, you have some morals. Good, this just confirms what I’m going to do.”
“Do what?”
“Let you go on the condition that you join the BPRD.”
“And why would I go that?”
“Well, for one, you’ll get out of those metal binds of yours. Fairies can’t stand the touch of iron, so you must be in immense pain, sweetheart.”
The horned female in front him shifted uncomfortable, further proving his point. “How do you know I can’t just get out on my own, hmm? I might not need your help.”
“Bold of you to assume I haven’t done my research on the fae. I’ve been in the business too long to just barge into a fight without knowing how to deal with the paranormal. So, I know that fairy magic doesn’t work on iron,” Hellboy taunted, pulling a cigar out of the inside of his coat and lighting it with a match. The fairy just cursed in the fairy language, causing Hellboy to smirk and hold in his chuckle at her vocabulary. Taking a puff of his Cuban, he blew the smoke out through his nose, it wafting towards the vound fairy. “Fine. Let’s say I were to accept your offer. What’s in it for me?” She growled when the cigar smile hit her in the face, nose upturned at the smell. Hellboy smirked, he knew he almost had her where he wanted.
“Besides obviously letting you out of those bounds of yours, I can get the BPRD to help you out with whatever personal vendetta you have against this specific group of paranormal black marketers.” The young fairy stayed quiet, pondering her options. Hellboy decided to really go hard on the sell, boasting about the BPRD. “Being funded by the government has its perks. We have lots of resources and contacts we can use to nab the bastards. And we’ll make sure they are properly punished ... in the court of law, of course,” he told her. He can see the gears basically turning in her head, feeling confident that she was going to agree with his terms. The young fairy sighed, hen raised her head to look Hellboy straight in the eye. “Fine, I’ll take your offer, devil man. Now, get me out of these cuffs before they burn my wrists to the bone,” she ordered, clenching and unclenching her hands. Hellboy smirked and reached over to break her binds. They fell to the floor as Hellboy pulled away, the fairy in front of him rubbing her sore wrists.
“Your organization better be as good as you say it is. Especially for treating non-humans. I think I might have permanent scars from you,” she complained.
“Sorry, about that, Tinkerbell. It was the only way for me to stop your little rampage without seriously hurting you,” Hellboy apologized.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Tinkerbell?” she sassed.
“Well, what am I supposed to call you then?”
“My name’s (y/n). And you better use it,” she replied snarkily. Hellboy couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his lips; he knew that it was going to be fun with her around. He turned around, cigar hanging from his red lips as he strode away from the mess he made. “Come on, pixie. You’re sticking close to me for now,” he said over his large shoulder. He heard (y/n) shuffled over to him as he turned the corner of a crumbling pillar. But he was stopped by the sight of several BPRD agents floating in the air.
They all were still magical sleeping, oblivious to the fight that just went on. “I forgot about them,” Hellboy admitted out loud to himself. “Could you let them down and wake them up?” he asked (y/n), who was a his side looking at his friend and fellow agents’ current predicament.
“I don’t know. I rather not be shot at and arrested. They’re not going to be happy when they wake up and see me,” she argued.
“Hey, I promised the BPRD would treat you right. If anything happens, I got your back,” Hellboy reassured the young fairy. (y/n) pondered for a bit, lips in a pout as she thought over the situation. With a flick of her wrist, her hand glowing a golden color, the magic surrounding the sleeping agents disappeared and they fell to the floor. Unfortunately, they all landed roughly onto the floor, turning into a heap of limbs and the room filling with their paired groans. Hellboy glared at (y/n), who just gave a sheepish, “Oops.”
“Ow, what happened?” Liz said, sitting up and holding the side of her head. The dark haired woman saw (y/n) standing beside Hellboy, her eyes hardening. She pulled out her pistol, aiming it at the horned fairy, causing Hellboy to quickly act to de-escalate the situation. “Liz, no, don’t shoot! She’s no threat!” he exclaimed, taking a protective stance in front of (y/n).
“Hellboy? What happened? What is she doing here?” Liz questioned, extremely confused.
“Long story short, we came to a compromise between us. She’s working with the BPRD in return for information and manpower,” Hellboy explained, closely watching as the other agents started to get up, in case they to got hostile towards his fae companion. Fortunately, they were too preoccupied, stuck in a sleepy daze. Anyway, Liz slowly got to her feet, wobbling a bit but quickly steading herself. Once she did, she began to interrogate both Hellboy and (y/n). “Since when did you make deals with ... whatever she is? Do you really think you can trust her?” she scolded the half-devil.
“Excuse me, I’m right here,” (y/n) piped up, folding her arms across her chest. “And it's a good thing he did try de-escalate the situation.”
“Why is that?” Liz asked snarkingly.
“Well, for one, now I am in debt to Hellboy, so I have to help your organization. Two, not only do you get help from my expertise, but I also get your organizations help for my own agenda. And three, you guys don’t have to deal with me causing problems for the BPRD, regardless if you have me in captivity or not.” A smug smile was on (y/n) face as she explained this Liz, who just rolled her eyes and walked away. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Red,” she said lowly when she passed Hellboy. She was gone before Hellboy could respond. Hellboy sighed and took a drag from his cigar. “I can tell this is going to be fun already,” (y/n) sassed, brushing against his thick arm as she passed him.
“And why do you say that?” he questioned, an eyebrow raised.
“If you can’t tell already, I tend to be a handful. And I’m going to enjoy shaking things up a bit.” She gave a little wink of her smokey eye-shadowed eye and continue her way to the stairway leading out of the ruined room. Hellboy felt a weird feeling in his chest; but he ignored it, for right at that moment, he realized that (y/n) might be more trouble than she’s worth. “What have I gotten myself into?” he mumbled to himself and reluctantly followed after the horned-fairy. “I just hope I don’t get an earful from Dad.”
