Could I request a hellboy x reader where reader has had a rough day and they come to his room crying so he comforts them(I would like a gender neutral reader pls)
A/N: Fluff fic of Hellboy comforting the Reader after a long day.
Word Count: 881
Pairings: Hellboy X GN!Reader
Characters: Hellboy, Reader
RATING: PG
⚠️Warnings!: None.
The days are always long, and after a while they seem to blend together in a mesh of mundane tasks and repetitious responsibilities. It had been weeks since you'd had some time to just rest. Every day you'd woken up at dawn and worked non-stop whether it be at your part-time job waitressing at the crappy diner downtown, or on the multitude of coursework that had been piling up over the semester. It had felt like a never ending slog towards nowhere for you, and your stress level only caused more aggravation.
It'd been so long since you’d actually gotten to have a one on one with anyone, that when you sluggishly pulled yourself through the door and threw yourself on the sofa eyes puffy from all the tears you'd cried over your most recent shift at the diner. It had been a nightmare. You completely missed the giant red man standing on your balcony. At least not until you heard the light rapping on the glass, like someone was throwing a stone at your window.
Looking up, you see Hellboy's stone finger on the glass of the balcony sliding door, and a knowing smile on his face. You try to return his smile with your own but it feels more like a wince then a smile. Getting up from the couch and trudging your way over, you meet him, opening the sliding door.
"Hey," you say, voice cracked from the sobbing you did in the car on the way home.
"Hey there," he replies, placing a hand on your shoulder, you placing one of yours over his.
"You look worse for ware."
"Your telling me. I've been nothing but busy and this day has been the last straw."
"Want to talk about it?" He asks as you pull him slowly by the hand into your living-room. Hellboy's steps are heavy over the hardwood of the floor as the two of you make your way over to the couch, and sit down.
"Honestly I'd rather not, it's all just been to much," You respond, placing your fingers on your temples while leaning forward, beginning to massage an oncoming migraine at just the thought of trying to explain your busy schedule to anyone. The prickling feeling of hot tears threatening to pour forth once again makes you take a sharp intake of air.
"I can understand that, there's some days where I don't want to talk. Just sit down with a beer, some of my furry babies and watch the tube." You chuckle at this little response before leaning back onto the couch, hands laced behind your head looking up at the cracked plaster in your ceiling. You were going to have to call the landlord about the water damage, it's starting to look a little grim.
"I just wish life would stop for a moment, it all feels like it's going so fast, like I'm stuck on a carousel from hell and my head just won't stop spinning." The tears pooling in your eyes finally spill over causing you to use one of your hands to wipe them furiously away and stifle a sob.
You feel a hand on your arm, as Hellboy scooches closer to you, making the couch groan dangerously, threatening to buckle under his weight.
"Hey, hey there, I've got you," He says softly, coaxing you into a comforting embrace. You bury your face into his chest and finally let yourself just feel all those emotions that you'd really been bottling in this entire year. The sobs came out harder and harder with each breath you tried to take in. All the while Hellboy used his other hand to run it over your hair.
It felt good to have someone just be there with you, even if you didn't want to explain, you just needed to release. He was the perfect person for this, he knew how to really listen to you when you were struggling, or just being present. You desperately tried not to hyperventilate through your crying, gripping onto Hellboy's duster.
You'd somehow ended up half in his lap, but you didn't care, it felt safe. However, you were both interrupted by a loud mewling noise from one of his large pockets. This makes you start, wiping the mess that is your face with your sleeve.
"What is that?" you ask sniffling through your stuffed nose.
"Oh, jeez," Hellboy reacts quickly, diving into his pocket and retrieving whatever made the sound. In the palm of his stone hand is a tiny kitten, fluffy and vulnerable with it's large dark eyes. You couldn't help but melt a little looking at it, as it swiped playfully at one of Hellboy's fingers.
"Aww, where did you find this little guy," you say.
"He was just wandering in a back alley and I couldn't just leave him," Hellboy replied as you gently reached out your hand and petted the kitten gently.
"Well I could use some kitten therapy right now, so I guess perfect timing." So you both sat there. You half in Hellboy's lap with the kitten, just enjoying each others company along with the little bundle of fur curled in the palm of his hand. This was exactly what you needed at the end of another long day.
Then I am begging you to write a Hellboy drabble, plllleeeasssee!? Maybe something Christmasy if you feel up to it? 😍🥰
a/n: less christmasy than I wanted but I hope the love makes up for that! thank you for the request ❤️
There was a loud crash followed by the signature swearing and grumbling of the big, red devil you had come to love. Shaking your head, you brace yourself for the scene that awaits you when you enter the door.
Shiny tinsel and delicately wrapped garland hung from the walls around the room. In the center stood proud a ten foot tree that you had begged Red to help you put up when the season began. There were presents placed sporadically under the tree and stockings strewn up over the mantle of the warm fireplace. Amidst it all was the source of the crash; Red sat pouting in a small mountain of shattered ornaments and bulbs, in his palm he held yet another small ornament (or at least the pieces that once made up an ornament.)
“Babe, what happened?” You can’t stop the giggle from leaving your mouth no matter how hard you try.
“These stupid little balls are way too easy to break. Have you seen my hands? They’re huge, there’s no way I’m getting this done.” Hellboy huffs angrily, throwing the small pieces of broken plastic to the ground. He turns away from you and you giggle once more before making your way over to him. Part of you was screaming to poke fun at the big guy, but a bigger and far more sensitive part of you knew that sometimes Red really did need to be reassured that he wasn’t just the big and scary monster that everyone thought him out to be.
“Hey Red, do you want me to find something else for you to do while I clean up a little?” Red scoffs and moves just that little bit further away from you. He doesn’t make any move to react further, so you take the opportunity to close the space between you two.
“What’s wrong, HB?” You run your hands up and down his arms, slowly pulling him closer to you and shutting out the cold distance between you and him.
Red lets you draw him in, you both know that he could stand his ground if he really wants to, you couldn’t physically force him to move an inch; but emotionally you would always be able to draw him closer. “I break things. Couldn’t even put up some damn ornaments without crushing them. Worst part is, I wasn’t even trying to do it.” Red dips his head down in shame, giving you the perfect angle to run your fingers softly through his black hair. He leans into your touch like a big kitty cat.
“Red, you were born to be hard. There is nothing gentle about a god born in hell.” Red laughs cynically and looks you in the eye. “Not really making me feel any better here, babe.” You laugh and continue to run your fingers through his scalp.
“Let me finish! You weren’t born to be soft, but you’ve learned to be. Maybe things fall apart or break when you’re not trying to keep them intact, but the fact that you’ve made the effort to learn to keep them together proves that you yourself are gentle. Not everyone in your position would have denied who they were meant to be in order to become who they want to be.” Red noticeably softens as you speak. The fire within his eyes is completely extinguished and his hand comes up to cup your face. His touch is the most gentle thing you have ever felt.
“I love you.” He takes a moment to look into your eyes and dips down to place a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, the lights from the tree twinkle in his eyes and you know that there is no one in this world or the next who can compare to the compassion and kindness that Red holds within the palm of his hand. His compassion was by far the strongest thing about him, and you couldn't want for anything more.
Sorry I’ve been MIA. You know, life and other muses and all that. I whipped this up cuz I’ve been trying to get back into the dating scene myself with no luck, and it just reminded me how the only man I’ll ever love is probably Big Red.
@negansdirtygirl22 because I love you
Anywho:
The Wrong Date
Warnings: None. Lack of pamcakes. Some fluff. A weird sandwich.
You knew it was a bad idea from the start, meeting with one of the new agents for “drinks”. It had seemed harmless enough, and really, it always does, doesn’t it? But one drink led to two and then he was all hands. You’d have a lecture waiting for you in the morning for breaking another recruit’s nose.
In a way, you were your own cryptid amongst the agents. She’s a man eater. They’d whisper. She’s all talk. She’ll chew you up and spit you out. But that didn’t stop them from trying. Everyone thought they were better, that somehow they were immune to your charms as the daughter of a succubus. You just wanted someone to see you and not the image of you they wished to see. You had no control over it, so of course, eventually you gave in and hoped that one day one of them would be right in that your charms didn’t work on you. But so far, it hadn’t happened.
“Well you look like you had a rough night,” Hellboy said. He was rummaging around in the kitchen for a late night snack as you entered the kitchen. You shook your head at him.
“Let me tell you, Red, you’re lucky,” You told him.
“How’d’ya mean?” He offered you the bag of chips he had open. You took a few and ate them, wishing the crunch was of bones instead of corn.
“You can always tell when someone likes you for you, or if they like you for another reason. I don’t have that luxury,” You jumped up onto the counter to sit and watch him. He chuckled.
“You let someone take you out again, didn’t you?” His voice was all teasing. He stood and began unloading his arms onto the counter next to you. He was about to make one hell of a sandwich from the looks of it. Complete with pickles, chicken, ham, salami, three or four cheeses, relish of some sort and what looked like egg salad.
“I did, and I swear I’m off dating forever.” You said as you watched him building his monstrosity. He was actually making several sandwiches it seemed, but he also stacked them together as though maybe he meant to make a leaning tower of sandwich.
“Oh come on, you don’t mean that, you’re the only one I know that talks about love as though they believe in it,” Hellboy gave you a smile that made you look away. He was always so charming and it killed you. Any other agent you could risk, but not him. He was your favorite person at the BPRD.
“I do believe in love,” You said. “I just am beginning to think I don’t believe I’m ever gonna get it,” You laugh because it wasn’t funny. Hellboy made another sandwich as he thought about your reply. “Shit Red, how many of those are you going to make?”
“One more, if you want one,” He said, looking up at you with golden eyes that reminded you of the sunrise. All light in a veil of darkness. Something was safe about it, like he would never lie to you, like he would never hurt you. You looked away, wondering if that’s what anyone thought when they saw you.
“I’m good Red,” You said. “Thanks though,”
“For what it’s worth, I don’t think any one of them deserves you,” Hellboy said.
“Yeah?”
“Yup.” He grinned at you and you looked up at him. He had moved to stand directly in front of you, if he took a step closer, he’d be between your legs. You adjusted to make sure he’d fit there between your knees, knowing he wouldn’t make that move.
“Then who deserves me, Red?” You asked, knowing what you wanted him to say. Hellboy looked like he was contemplating his answer.
“It would be a pretty bad pick up line if I said “me”, right?” Hellboy gave you an almost boyish grin.
“It would be,” You admitted. “Unless you meant it?” Hopeful.
“Oh I’d mean it,” Hellboy said, his grin fading. “I do really like you, Y/N, and not just cuz of whatever pheromone bullshit all the others fall for.” Now you looked away from him.
“You don’t know that,” You said softly. “You don’t know when you’re under the spell until it’s too late,”
“You can tell though, right?” Hellboy asked, moving back into your vision. You nod. “How do you tell?”
“I can taste it if I touch you, or rather, I can taste your emotions, and any feeling induced by my pheromones tastes different,” Hellboy held out his arms as if to say “touch me, here I am.” “Hellboy,” You chided him.
“What? Are you afraid?”
“Afraid of what? Being proved right?” You laugh at the very thought.
“Afraid of being proved wrong,” Hellboy said. He reached out and grabbed your wrist with his flesh hand, bringing it to his chest. His skin was warm like sunshine beneath your fingers. You pulled back as soon as the first taste of him crossed your senses. Then your forehead creased and you reached out again to make sure.
“Hellboy,” You said softly. “You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you?”
“That I adore you? Yeah, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, and well, I guess this was it,” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. You brought your other hand up to his chest, feeling his broad muscles with your hands. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him, as you tasted all the things that he was, simply by running your fingers over him.
“I think I believe you,” You said. Then a bubble of laughter fought its way up your throat. “Shit, here I thought you were the only one I was safe from,”
“Safe from?” Hellboy chuckled back. “What’s that mean?”
“I adore you too Red, I thought you would be the only one to never ask,” You shook your head.
“I can take it back,” Hellboy said. You smacked his chest.
“Don’t you dare,” You snap. Hellboy’s laugh filled the kitchen.
“I just realized something,” He said.
“What’s that?”
“You’ve been going on all these dates, looking for something you didn’t find, yeah? It’s cuz you were on the wrong date,” He giggled again, obviously thinking himself very funny.
“I don’t follow,” You said.
“It wasn’t the what, it was the who, but they’re both “dates” that’s so funny,” You rolled your eyes at him.
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you Red?” You laughed at him.
“Only a little,” He said. “Doesn’t change the fact I think I love you,”
“Oh I know,” You smiled at him. “I would be tasting it if you lied.”
Hey! I saw your post about needing some ideas to write. Could you possibly do a Hellboy x Reader where the reader has a speech impediment (stuttering, lisp, etc.) and they feel ashamed of it after either an agent or someone from outside the BPRD makes fun of them for it?
Hey, hi, hey! Thank you so much for the request! I’m a little rusty, but I’ll do my best!
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Prompt: Reader has a stutter and is insecure about it.
Warnings: Angst (kinda?), shitty writing because it's my first time in YEARS writing anything (go easy on me please lol)
Word count: 816
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You have always had a stutter since you were a child. You've gotten better at keeping it to a minimum, but under stress it becomes more prominent. While most of the agents at the BPRD are patient and understanding, others love to get you worked up, just so they can hear it and poke fun at you.
As much as you hate it, at least they're smart enough to not act up when your boyfriend was with you, which is most of the time. Hellboy does not take kindly to anyone who dares to hurt you to any degree. The last time he'd overheard an agent teasing your stutter, everyone within earshot was taught a lesson.
"I promise you all, the next fucker to even think about fucking with my (Y/N) is gonna spend the rest of their life in an iron lung," his voice boomed. "Don't fucking test me!"
You smiled at the memory, scribbling final notes in a mission debriefing folder. As you stood to leave, two agents walked into the debriefing room.
"Hey there, (Y/N)," one greeted in a cocky tone. You didn't even have to look up to connect the voice to a face. It was Agent Woods. One of the asshole agents that loved to push your buttons. You avoided eye contact.
"Woods," you said flatly. Kindly fuck off, you thought.
He walked towards you while the other agent, Greer. remaining by the door, presumably keeping an eye out for Hellboy. "Are you prepared?" Woods asked.
You eyed him, slightly confused. "Prepared for what?"
"To give the debriefing. Manning is out today, so he left it to you, remember?" Your eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, shit... You didn't get the memo..."
As well as you've been able to control your stutter, you still aren't confident enough for public speaking. Manning knew that. Why would he give you this when he knows you're not ready?
"N-N-N-No, no! I wasn't t-t-told sh-shi-shit!" You quickly shut your folder and gathered it in your arms, almost sprinting out the door to find Manning. Agent Woods and Agent Greer followed.
You found Manning in the mess hall and stomped up to him, slamming the folder in front of him. "The fuck, Manning?!"
Manning jumped. "Everything alright, (Y/N)?"
"No!" You shouted. "We ag-g-greed that I wo-wo-wo-wo-won't give a-a-a-any debriefings until I got more co-o-o-omfortable with public spea-spea-speaking! Why the -f-f-f-fu-"
"Woah, woah, (Y/N). You're not giving the debriefing. I haven't forgotten our agreement."
You stared at him, confused. "But Woo-Woods said-"
"Woods said?" he interrupted. He looked behind you and saw Agent Woods and Agent Greer snickering to themselves.
"Sorry, (Y/N). I must've gotten mixed up." Agent Greer laughed harder as Agent Woods spoke. Your face burned a hot pink. Of course Agent Woods was fucking with you. When was he ever real with you? All you were good for was a laugh.
"What's going on, Manning?" you heard Hellboy ask as he entered the mess hall. A silent dread replaced the laughter. "Woods? Greer? Care to fill me in?"
You turned to face your demon boyfriend, tears in your eyes and face still flushed. His eyes darkened. No words were necessary. He knew exactly what was going on. He eyed Greer and Woods evilly.
Manning chimed in before Hellboy could do anything... messy. "Woods. Greer. My office. Unless you'd rather have this conversation with Agent Hellboy." The two agents wasted no time running from the mess hall. As they ran out, you ran into Red's arms, burying you face in his chest. You started sobbing.
"Shhh, it's okay," he comforted, holding you tight and whispering in your ear. "I'm here." He lifted your small frame bridal style and held you close to his large frame, carrying you back to your shared room.
He set you gentle on the large bed and sat behind you, pulling you to relax against his broad chest. Your breaths synced. Neither of you spoke. Even without words, HB knew perfectly how to help you relax. No one knew better than him.
He broke the silence, speaking softly. "Are you okay?"
You lifted your head to look at him. His filed horns, his golden eyes, his jet black hair. You studied every feature of his face, your body tingling. A small smile spread across your mouth.
"I'm always okay with you," you said softly and smoothly. You touched his cheek and brought your lips together in a sweet kiss.
He pulled away only slightly. "If there's anyone who can talk about imperfections, it's me. And you're anything but imperfect."
You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too." You'll never have a problem saying that.
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Hellboy, Abe and Nuada with an s/o who is sick but refuses to rest
Hellboy
When he walks into his room from another BPRD mission and sees you pale and clammy in front of your laptop typing hazily he pulls you away having been here before, knowing you never stop until you’re pretty much physically restrained
He is much stronger than you and as of now you don’t have the strength to fight him back only muttering a “let me go, I’m nearly done” he of course ignores you and tucks you into bed leaving to fetch some medicine and water
He walks back in to find you typing away at the laptop again. This time he is firmer picking you up as you squirm and placing you back into bed watching as you take the water and medicine he got before placing an arm over you so you can’t get up again
He wakes up about half an hour later without you beside him only at the laptop again looking very tired and weak, he walks up to you and roughly closes the lid, growling lowly ignoring your promise of only five more minutes and yet again dragging you to bed flopping half his body on yours to trap you in
Too sick and tired to move you cuddle up to his chest lazily making him promise to wake you up after half an hour. You end up asleep on him for a day feeling fresher and a lot better
Abe
During your work shift, he reaches out and brushes his hand against yours feeling your tiredness and lethargy. Abe immediately pulls you away from your work to your protest and begins to load up on medicine, blankets and things to make you feel better
Once you realise he’s not let you out unless you’ve had some sort of rest you try to break free from his hold in bed. Abe doesn’t like restraining you so he tries his best to coax you back promising cuddles and warmth
A mix of exhaustion and bribery spanning a rather small amount of time brings you back to bed where you stay very comfortably. Abe whispers small nothings against your forehead and constantly using his senses to see if you’re hot or cold so he can adjust
Your on and off while sleeping, of course Abe stays with you the whole time unless you need something then he’ll go and get it. He really doesn’t like seeing you helpless but it brings out something in him, a need to protect you as you wrap your body so feebly around his
The both of you stay in bed like this for just under two days, he goes over the top with blankets, hot water bottles, iced water, medicine, lots of affection and doesn’t let you do anything but in the long run it’s very beneficial as you’re up and running in no time
Nuada
Nuada knows you’re ill just before you start getting symptoms, he doesn’t really act on it hoping you’ll fight it off before it gets bad though he does keep an eye on you
He found you in the library pouring over information books looking quite off colour and out of it knowing you should get some rest. He had no idea how stubborn you were when it came to admitting you’re ill you sat there outright refusing there was anything wrong
Nuada knows he can make people bend at his will and quickly sets about charming you, he brushed his hands against yours slowly doing the things that drive you crazy, talking softly, trailing warm kisses up your neck and muttering my queen, my love until he knew he had you
Gently, he nuzzled his head into your hair comfortably twisting his body to meet yours. You loved the soft side of Nuada, it was ever so rare, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, he took opportunity of this and hoisted you in his arms bridal style silencing your objections with a simple “hush”
He got an elemental to fetch you some elvish food full of healing properties, you claimed you weren’t tired and he should let you do what you needed to but he simply snuck an arm under your back and slid you at his side. Nuada is strong and held you through your attempts to leave graciously, you fell asleep within half an hour and remained that way for a good day
This story does contain SPOILERS for Hellboy. Below is the description of the story which contains SPOILERS!!!
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After the world is thrown into chaos and monsters and devils lay waste to the city, you and a group of survivors manage to make it to the outskirts of the war-zone. But an old friend has been looking for you. And he’s much more than you remember.
It was the heat that woke you up. A gust of volcanic wind that blasted through the empty windows of your shelter.
Your group of survivors cowered, whimpering as something huge roared. A thunderous bellow that shook the foundations of the building and made dust rain down from the ceiling. You sighed, what little rest you could manage to get could be forgotten now.
“It’s the Devil...” The elderly man croaked. Terrified eyes wide as another tidal wave of heat blasted against the shelter. “He’s come to kill us.”
You ignored him. Letting the others deal with his ramblings as you crawled over to the window. The city was in ruins. Flames and rubble was all that remained. Smoke choked the sky and the armies of monsters controlled the streets with an iron fist and blood claws.
You were almost out. So close to the outskirts of the city that you could practically taste the safety of the wilderness. You had only a few more blocks to go and then the urban areas. Then the vast countryside where the army was currently uniting in to attack, and hopefully reclaim the city.
Your groups plan was to scavenge and get out before any of the bombing started.
But with that thing flying over head, there was no way the group would be able to leave without being seen.
Suddenly, the house shook and the walls creaked as the sun was blacked out from the sky and a massive beast soared overhead with another mighty roar.
The children screamed and their mothers covered their heads as bits of the foundations fell down on them.
You ducked away from the window as flames bathed the adjacent house in fire.
“Fuck...” You hissed. Covering your head and looking between your group. They looked to you for guidance. You got them this far, even got them through the worse parts of the city due to your knowledge in non-human language. You were their hero and right now, you had no idea how to get them past what was turning the city to ash.
“It’s been following us for two days!” A woman whispered. Clutching a bible to her chest. It was singed at the corners but otherwise intact. “It must know we’re here.”
“It’s tracking us.” The elderly man mumbled. “It has to be.”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew they were right. It was too coincidental that the massive beast was burning down buildings in the same area as the group.
It disappeared for some time, but it always returned. It was a damn miracle none of you managed to get burned or even spotted by the thing.
You peered back over the window sill. It had gone eerily quiet.
The house across the road had given in on itself, the flames eating away at the wooden structure. Beginning to spread to the next house. But the sky was clear and the heat had somehow dulled.
You waited for another volcanic blast, and when none came, you turned back to the group. Ushering them closer so they could hear you more clearly.
“Alright, now’s our chance. We’ll split up into smaller groups and make our way through-”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence. An earthquake made the ground tremble as something huge plummeted into the earth a mere few feet away from your shelter.
Everyone ducked. The tsunami of dust and air tore over the house like a storm as this thing hit the ground with a heavy, rock like crack.
When everything quietened and the air settled again, you looked up from your arms and glanced outside.
A beast, monstrous in every sense of the word, lay dead in the middle of the street. It’s once glowing eyes were nothing but pits of black; empty and still. Its wing crumpled and burnt beneath its heavy mass.
However, what made you gasp and stand from your cover, the thing that made your heart stop in your chest and cause your blood to run cold; was the being standing on the head of the creature.
Tall and muscular, with skin as red as rubies and a stone right hand that grasped a flaming sword, you almost didn’t want to believe it was him.
His horns had grown more than you have ever seen them and the emotion in his gaze was nothing you could expect to see in Hellboy.
Everything about him looked so different. So dangerous and monstrous. But it was still him.
Still the man you knew.
“H-Hellboy...” You called out. Your voice catching in your throat as the fiery eyes set themselves on you.
Ignoring your fellow survivors, you clambered through the window and stepped towards Hellboy. The flaming sword was stuck in the centre of the creatures skull, and with a heavy tug, it came free. The blood sizzled from the blade’s heat and Hellboy swung it with ease up onto his shoulder. It didn’t seem to burn him.
His eyes never strayed from you for more than a few seconds.
“Y-Your alive...” You continued. So many emotions running through you.
Relief.
Confusion.
Horror.
“How? How are you alive? Those monsters destroyed the central part of the city. I haven’t heard anything from you in days! Where have you-”
Hellboy stepped off the beast’s neck. Falling to the ground to land with a heavy thud. His silence unnerved you. Causing even more uncertainty as he started towards you. Sword still lifted and the unwavering gaze fixed on you.
Your body started to back away, your fight or flight reflexes choosing the latter as Hellboy marched towards you.
He was on you immediately. His human hand flew up and wrapped his fingers around your throat. You yelped, kicking out as you were lifted up to eye level with Hellboy.
“H-B, it’s...me...” You croaked. Clawing at his wrist, hoping to pry his fingers open enough to let some air through your throat. “Hell..boy...please...”
A low rumble rippled through Hellboy. He pulled you closer. So close you could feel the heat from the flaming crown on his head against your face.
“Anung Un Rama....” His voice growled.
“W-What?”
“My name... is Anung Un Rama.” Hellboy replied. Tilting his head a little to the side, like he was observing you. “I thought you were dead.”
You dropped like a sack of potatoes. His fingers left bruises on your neck, but you were thankful for air and the solid ground beneath your crumpled legs.
You coughed until the stiffness left your airway and you were able to breath again.
Looking up at.... Anung Un Rama, you were filled with a sense of dread. You didn’t know why, but that name was filled with darkness. With a devastating aftertaste on your tongue as you muttered it.
“What happened to you?” You asked. Standing on wobbly legs as you leaned against the house. You could hear everyone inside, cowering but not leaving. You weren’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not.
Anung Un Rama lowered the sword from his shoulder. Piercing the ground with the flaming blade before closing the space between you.
You flinched as his rock-like hand reached up and scraped along your jawline. Following your skin to your chin until he could tilt your face up to look him in the eye.
He was so close.
The flames crackled above him like a bonfire, framing the crown in orange and red. Whipping wisps of his hair in the vortex of heat and wind.
“I was...reborn.” He murmured. His eyes dimmed, showing some colour from his previous form as they dipped with grief. “Father is... dead. I couldn’t save him.”
Your heart broke. Trevor was...had been your friend and mentor. He was there when no one had been, and for Hellboy to lose him, it would have been world-shattering.
“Red, I’m so sorry.” You whispered. Lifting your arms up to embrace him, but the Demon moved away. Only a step. It was obvious he didn’t want to be touched.
“I came looking for you.” He said. The hellish hue returning to his gaze. “The Human world is no more, you will not survive this war. Come with me and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. Until I finish what I started, you will be kept safe beside me.”
You looked up at him in confusion.
‘Finish what he started?’ War on the Human world? This was everything that Hellboy had been fighting all his life to keep from happening. But whoever this was, it wasn’t Hellboy. Not anymore.
“I don’t understand...” You muttered, and the Demon chuckled. He leaned closer, lips grazing over the skin of your hairline. His hot breath bathing you in his scent.
“You will.” He growled. And then, he tilted your head back more sharply and captured your lips with his.
It was slow, but hungry. Like he was savouring the touch, but wanted so much more than what was currently being offered. And when he pulled away, his rock hand had travelled down your neck, to your shoulder, to finally grasp your elbow. “Come. Now.”
You were yanked out of your flustered stupor as Anung tugged you into walking beside him.
He walked quickly, with purpose down the street path. Sword snatched up from the dirt and held in a way that was defensive by his side. You tried to pull your arm back, stop him in his tracks but he didn’t seem to notice. You almost had to jog to keep up with him.
It was only when a loud bang echoed through the neighbourhood, did he stop. He turned slowly. Eyes framed with fury as blood trickled down his left shoulder. The bullet had pierced him deeply. But you couldn’t tell if he felt any pain. You only saw the anger, the irritation, as your group of survivors all hurried out onto the street.
Axes, guns and basic kitchen knives all drawn out as they huddled up behind the shooter. The elderly man held his gun out in front of him, he was shaking. Wide eyes trained on where he had shot Anung. Already the wound was healing. The bullet dropped out from the injury as the skin closed up around it.
“Let...them...go....” The elderly man spat through clenched teeth. “You cannot take them!”
Anung tsked. Blade changing to his other hand as he released your arm. Your eyes flew open and you lunged forward as Anung started to walk towards the group. Sword beginning to swing in preparation for the kill.
“No! No, please don’t!”
Anung attempted to shove you aside. But you managed to wrap your arms around his bicep tightly enough that you could not be moved. Clinging to his armed hand, crying out as the flames off the blade bite through your clothes and singed your skin.
You didn’t care, the pain was nothing when it made Anung pause. Staring down at you as he angled the sword away from your leg. He grumbled in frustration. Turning his eyes back to the group.
“Go. Or I will fertilise the lawn with your corpses.” Anung snarled. Fire dancing in the pupils of his gaze.
The Humans looked terrified. But they stood their ground, switching between you and the Demon you were holding at bay.
“Go.” You called to them. “Keep going until you reach the countryside. Don’t stop moving.”
You could see their internal debates. You’ve stuck with them throughout the city. You would have been better off without them. But you fought for them. Protected them. Negotiated passage through the sewers for them.
And now, they had a chance to help you from a threat they knew nothing about. But they would lose. They would be slaughtered.
“Please.. just go.” You begged them, stepping in front of Anung. Still holding a hand to his scarred arm.
It was the youngest of the group that managed to tug the elderly man away from the pathway. Pulling him into the house, and beginning the slow migration of your group away from Anung.
You smiled sadly to the young person, they were only 16 years of age.
And they nodded in return, giving you a subtle wave before disappearing after the others.
Behind you, Anung huffed and you felt his free hand glide up your arm. Almost soothing in his slow grasp of your elbow.
“Come. Now.” He ordered. And Anung didn’t wait for an answer, he merely tugged you into walking beside him. And led the way back into the city.
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Someone insulted my oversized hoodie, and Red is about to gO OFF.
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I have ZERO chill so I had to try my hand at a more hyper-realistic drawing of me and Hellboy. It wasn't until after i finished coloring most of it that I realized I made myself too tall next to Red, but I was too lazy to fix it so, eh.
Long story short I used a screenshot as the reference for HB and just stared at myself to get my likeness in here. I adore this demon boy. He is wonderful. He is so so wonderful.
