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I imagine Hellboy is the type to drool in his sleep. And no, I will; not take criticism on this lol
Savior: Chapter 8 (Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down)
Summary: (Hellboy 2019) AKA Turning a New Leaf AKA Good Samaritans Need Love Too. The B.P.R.D is tasked to infiltrate a black market creature trafficking ring led by a powerful warlock. Hellboy rescues Phyrra who is found being held hostage, a slave for her magic. He must protect her as she is hunted by her master and his gang of monsters. (AU where Broom isn’t dead/Abe wasn’t found)
It will be rated M, it will include violence, swearing, smuttiness, all the good things in life.
Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don’t own anything except the AU and my OC’s.
Phyrra was getting chilled. The night was so windy she couldn’t spark the flames for a fire. She tremble against the moshy ground, her new friend would be back soon. Phyrra breathed deep, concentrating on warming herself. She pulled at the earth around her, trying to shield her glow with large leaves. She didn’t like using her magic at night, becoming a little beacon of light in a dark forest when she did, it was dangerous to attract much attention. Fire was easier to explain. Hopefully the little pixie would be back soon with the necessary kindling.
Staring up at the stars. Phyrra was filled with melancholy. It had been so long since she came in contact with something that wasn’t trying to kill her.
She had been alone for what felt like forever.
It was nothing really, she would like to think anyone would have saved the creature. It had been instinct to steal her from the Trolls. She had been tracking them for days, moving her camp away from them as they drew closer. She hadn’t expected them to have prisoners. To have a small battered pixie in their possessions. Trolls were simple creatures, hence why she wasn’t that worried to have them in her vicinity. It also made it quite easy to rescue the pixie. Trolls were also heavy sleepers.
Naneth had told her to not fraternize with the pixies around. That learning their language would do Phyrra no good. Now that she was gone, Phyrra thought it was a sick sort of irony she had learned Fae so long ago, just to rebel. Not that she didn’t enjoy the company of them. The feisty, acute little things.
Movement reflecting in the corner of Phyrra’s eyes. It carried a shadow much too large to be the pixie.
Phyrra felt it before it happened. Her world turned completely dark, someone had placed something over her eyes. She cried out in surprise, it had been a long time since she had been ambushed, she was always careful. No one could be perfectly safe always.
She was restrained. Even with all her might, the bonds were too strong to break. She submitted. For the time being. Her blindness continued as she was moved.
“Very good. An elf. How lovely.”
They couldn’t take her. She had to stay here.
Stay. Stay.
Stay.
There was no drift between dream and reality. Phyrra was instantly awake. Jumping up on her new bed in the more modern setting of the N.Y B.P.R.D division, her mind was racing. She was dealing with a lot of stress. These dreams were occuring every night now, as if her brain had been reignited. It scared her terribly, caused her many questions. What happened to her?
It wasn’t her only worry.
How many people did she put in danger being here? Trevor had told her that back at HQ, nothing had come in or out of the concrete yet. That didn’t mean Elias was still in there, Phyrra knew of his magic. His ability to shift and twist the world around him. Mordecai could manipulate shadows. She didn’t believe for a second they were just stuck there forever. The fiends had to be plotting and planning the next move, at the B.P.R.D or already free somewhere.
Rhys had been taken into custody, was being transported to them, she knew he had to be uncomfortable, she was still glad the reports said he was coming willingly. He wasn’t speaking to any of the agents, but he wasn’t trying to escape either, he expected to be taken to see Phyrra again. Perhaps she could speak with Trevor, get him to understand she needed to be the one to speak to him. If she had swayed the centaur more than it seemed, which she sincerely hoped that was the case, Rhys deserved freedom just as much as she did. Now that she had the B.P.R.D behind her, she would topple Elias’s whole world.
She would take everything from him.
Phyrra broke her concentration, running her hands across her sleepy face. Glancing up to Binx’s silent questioning gaze.
“Good morning. What did you dream?” She had to get out of this room with her thoughts.
“Do not worry, just a silly nightmare. Let’s go find everyone,” Phyrra stood up, heading to her closet. Binx didn’t believe her for a second, but decided to not further question. The elf girl was so close to remembering, Binx was growing uneasy with everyday. Was she strong enough to learn the truth all over again? Binx prayed to the Gods she was.
“I believe Alice said she would come get you in the morning for some lessons?”
These headquarters were not underground. Quite the opposite, a high towering skyscraper with scaled open windows, it was a nice change. The sun was refreshing on Phyrra’s skin as she heading out her room, observing the little ant-like human activity below.
Her heard her name being called. Phyrra stopped, turning around she smiled as a familiar face approached her.
“Agent Hurse, nice to see you again,” The man threw his head back, laughing at her formal greeting.
“I told you to call me Jason.”
“Jason.” Phyrra tilted her head, “How may I help?” He looked strangely sheepish. Jason Hurse usually had an open, happy expression. He turned his eyes down and coughed.
“I just wanted to let you know. The Professor asked me to escort you around the premises, just for precautions. I won’t be in your way or anything, I used to be on the secret service team a few years back. Helped out some foreign dignitaries. I have plenty of experience at being a bodyguard.”
Phyrra didn’t know how to respond. She appreciated Trevor’s idea of protection, she couldn’t say she was angry. He was right, after the disastrous reunion of her master, Phyrra knew why he had thought of this for her. Fighting the option would only make her look ungrateful, which she was anything but.
It still wasn’t exactly what Phyrra wanted.
“Thank you very much, Jason. I believe you’re more than qualified for the job.” She smiled kindly to the man, even though internally she was displeased. It wasn’t Jason’s fault, nor Trevor’s. It was his.
“Morning Hurse, what are you doing around here?” Alice turned around the corner, took in the sight of Phyrra and Hurse speaking and instantly became suspicious. Waking up bright and bloody early to wake up the elf girl, only for her to be already up and being accosted by Hurse. It wasn’t anything personal, she just had protective instinct for her girl. What are friends for?
“Hey Alice. Broom asked me watch her for awhile.”
“Oh, hmm.. That’s good.” The way Alice said it told that she did not in fact, think it was ‘good’. She hugged Phyrra in greeting, linking arms with the smiling girl.
“Trevor’s called a meeting. Let’s go, Agent.” Phyrra smiled at her new title. It felt strange having a job, a purpose. The handbooks for agents were quite dense, Phyrra would have to study. She had been trying to pick those up, but it had been difficult to balance with the search for her past.
“Well I’ll be around Phyrra, like I said. Won’t even know I’m here.”
The girls bid him farewell, and turned to leave. Once out of his sight, Alice sighed and turned to Phyrra, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t think you need a bodyguard. You have Binx. You’re pretty much always around one of us anyways, and now I’m definitely not letting you out of my sight. We’ll talk to the Professor,”
“It’s fine, Alice, really.” Phyrra appreciated her friend’s concern, she however didn’t understand why she didn’t seem to trust Jason, he was a delightfully pleasant human.
Alice didn’t like this at all. Hellboy would never make his move if he found out Hurse was watching her. What the hell was the Professor thinking?
They arrived into the meeting room, everyone already sitting. Trevor turned and greeted them.
“Ah, good morning ladies. Looking lovely as always.”
Hellboy could agree with his father on that. The morning light did make Phyrra look lovely this morning. She always looked beautiful, it was very intimidating to be around. Not that Alice wasn’t pretty or anything, she would kill him if she knew what he was thinking right now.
She breezed behind him, taking the chair beside him. She murmured a soft ‘good morning’, smiling bright. His mouth dried up, but he managed smiled in return. He wanted to ask her how she slept, maybe if she wanted to.. See the landmarks or something today. Hellboy liked New York. People walked down the street completely in their own worlds. Plenty of dark alley to travel through. He thinks she would like the sights.
It wasn’t the time, as he found as they all focused their attention to Trevor standing in front of the communication screens. He turned from the information to the team.
“Things have been relatively quiet everywhere. We’ve got multiple agents, including Vasquez and S.W.A.T Team 5 in Northern Russia at the moment, I’ll be hearing back from them soon.” He picked up an envelope from the table, tapping it with his fingers. “The Banquet is coming up soon. This is our formal invitation.”
At everyone’s distressed groans, Phyrra questioned what that was exactly.
“It’s called the Alumni Banquet. B.P.R.D trains some of the best and brightest agents in the field of paranormal research. The night is dedicated to them and their successes.” Trevor cleared his throat in a grandiose fashion and fixed his eyes on his son, “I think it might be beneficial if we all went. As a show of good faith.”
Alice was the only one to perk up, she reached across the table and took Phyrra’s hand.
“Ooo we’ll have to go into town and buy new dresses!”
Hellboy was not pleased. He hated the public functions. The stares. He was too big and too burly to be placed in a delicate setting of a ballroom. Dad hadn’t asked in a while that he come, he thought the old man had given up finally. He hadn’t been so lucky apparently.
“That about wraps everything up. What’s everyone doing today?”
“We have plans today, right Phyrra?” The elf girl nodded her consent. Hellboy looked between the two new girlfriends, they had been getting real cozy recently, spending a lot of time together. He could hear them from his room sometimes, Alice liked her music loud, she had to be teaching Phyrra about human culture. He felt sorry for her.
It was also dumb, but he was kind of feeling left out, not that he wanted to do all the girly things they were sure to be doing and discussing, but he was the one suppose to be spending more time with Phyrra. Alice was suppose to be acting as his wingwoman. Not stealing her from him.
“Alright, perhaps I’ll continue going through this, give you a break, eh?” Trevor sat down, reaching for the cursed thing that was plaguing the elf girl. Phyrra sighed in relief, giving her thanks to the Professor. It was a welcomed change. Alice had many talents, one among them being able to distract Phyrra.
Today she needed to do something else than pine for lost memories.
“Well, I guess that about wrap things up. Anything else, Major?” At Ben’s headshake, Trevor nodded, giving a last look among his team.
“Okay, then. Dismissed.”
Phyrra watched as Hellboy stood leave the room, feeling rather stilted he didn’t even say goodbye. Whatever he had in his mind, it was certainly important.
Trevor spoke up before Phyrra could give it much thought.
“So what do you ladies have planned?”
“We’re gonna go to the dojo, I’m gonna show Phyrra some defense moves,”
Trevor nodded, telling them to have fun as the girls left the meeting room, chatting absently as they made their way into the training room. It was very spacious. Mats lined up along the floor, the walls reflected mirrors. Equipment Phyrra had no idea how to use was set in a little corner. Weapons seemed to be hung on the wall: Staffs and swords. Alice moved to the middle of one of the mats, rolling her neck.
“Alright girly, up you go. Ready to learn? Are you wearing what I told you to under there?” Phyrra stepped up, suddenly nervous plucking at the hem of her long dress.
“Yes, but I must admit it’s quite.. Tight.”
“Well you’re gonna thank me once we get started..”
Alice went to say something else, but stopped short, huffing in exhasberation. She turned around and yelled in a general direction:
“Split Hurse. We’ll be having ‘girl talk’ while we do this. Not for your Christian ears.” Phyrra smiled with sympathy, watching as a sheepish Jason appeared from behind a screen, she knew he was there as well. It wasn’t the man’s fault. She knew he wanted to be indiscreet, but with the sensitivity of her ears, it was impossible to not know he was around.
“Alright whatever you say Alice, but I will be outside.” Hurse gave one last friendly nod to Phrrya before leaving.
“Perfect. Now…. Let’s start.”
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Hellboy was bored.
He had actually tidied his room, that was how much there was nothing to do. He didn’t feel like sitting around drinking beer another day. He was getting antsy.
He supposed he could go lift some weights or something. Pass the time before Alice and Phyrra finished whatever it was they were doing. He made the short trip to the weight room, but was confused as he saw Hurse posted up outside, absentmindedly staring into space.
“Hurse, what are you doing here?” The agent’s attention turned to Hellboy, he pushed off the wall and greeted the cambion.
“Oh hey, Red. The girls kicked me out. Maybe you’ll have a better shot. Actually while you’re here, you mind if I grab some lunch? I’m starving. Thanks, man.”
Hellboy’s confusion wasn’t lifted by Hurse’s words. If anything, he became even more baffled. He could only stare as Hurse walked away, before turning around, a funny look on his face.
“Be careful though, Alice mentioned ‘girl talk’,”
Then he was gone. Well, that was super weird. Hellboy pushed the door open, picking up the sound of shuffling and Alice’s voice. What were the girls doing in here?
“That’s better. You’re strong Phyrra, use it. Quit fussing about hurting me!” Hellboy rounded the corner and stopped dead. This was their plans. Alice was serious when she promised to teach Phyrra some moves. They were currently sparring and hadn’t realized he walked in.
Both women’s expressions were fierce. Alice seemed to be the quicker, more experienced fighter. She gained the upper hand quickly, hooking her leg around Phyrra’s, pushing her to the ground. Phyrra retaliated by rolling them. Both shot back to their feet, breathing hard with exertion.
Phyrra had her hair tied back. Hellboy had never seen her like that before and the unobstructed view of her features was more than pleasing to him. She had long hair that always provided her with a curtain to shield She was also dressed in workout gear, a small tank top with tight shorts.
Hellboy hadn’t seen her thighs since he found her in that towel. They were larger, more supple compared to the rest of her body. Not that he was complaining.
He’s known Alice since she was wearing diapers. He was trying to be a gentleman to Phyrra. He shouldn’t be so aroused at this sight. However half of him was hot-blooded male, and he would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t snap to the sheen of sweat on the back of Phyrra’s neck. He watched as one began to roll from her scalp, down her neck, before disappearing into her tank.
“Earth to HB! Are you reading!?” Hellboy first looked up to Phyrra’s bright, amused eyes. Then to Alice trying to get his attention.
“Uh-..Hi.”
“Hey HB. You coming to work out?” He simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet. He went towards the bench but was stopped by Alice.
“Actually, you’ve got perfect timing.” Alice had the devilish look that said what she had in mind was not going to be good for him. “You could show her that move with the shoulders, you’re better at it than I am.”
The medium grabbed a towel on the side, swiping at her perspiration. “HB is great at jiu-jitsu. He’d probably be a National Champion if they had a weight class for him.”
Alice wasn’t wrong. Growing up, his Father had told him he didn’t have to be good at everything, but he had to be good at something. He liked guns, was good at shooting things trying to kill him, but target practice, skeet shooting had never been his strong point. Fencing, hell no. He dabbled in wrestling and boxing. The right hand, and his overall size, gave him a bit of an advantage.
Hellboy was beyond nervous as he stepped up to Phyrra. She looked at him with open curiosity, a ‘I’m ready to be taught’ face.
This wasn’t helping his arousal at all. He could only restrain himself so much, and having the object of his recent surge of desires, standing right in front of him, sweaty and panting. It would take a saint to resist the temptation.
“I’ll go slow. Try and take me down.” He let humour colour his tone, she was just so incredibly tiny compared to him.
He forgot Phyrra’s strength.
His breath was pushed out of him with an audible ‘oof’ as Phyrra rushed him. Instinct kicked in and he ducked out of her grip. He was surprised as she came back at him sooner than he anticipated. They were different fighters, he supposed. Phyrra was much smaller compared to him, and used it to her advantage. Before he could blink, she was on him.
“Good?” She murmured her question to him, their closeness causing the two contact along their whole bodies. Hellboy felt himself starting to warm up as he struggled in the hold.
“Y-yeah. Then you can wrap your arms around my neck, or a seatbelt hold is effective.”
“Seatbelt?”
“Like what you put on in the car. Grip your hands together like this,” Hellboy adjusted her fingers, showing her the proper way. Trying not to think about their bodies touching. Her arms came around in the new hold, experimenting with different grips. Her fingertips just touched, she wasn’t long enough to link them in his back, but it was placing them chest to chest.
Phyrra had thick thighs, but her breasts were small. As the two of them grappled for the upper hand, the movement caused them to jiggle freely. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t, that was his luck.
Logistically, he could likely fit his whole mouth around one of them. Distracted, he didn’t notice as she went around him, kicking his knees out from under him. She used the new knowledge to pin his arms, immobilizing him into the ground. She use whatever weight she had and laid against him,
He wanted to kiss her so badly. The fighting had made his blood pump, and boy was it racing through his body. She had such plump looking lips, they were dusty pink and he deliriously wondered if her nipples were the same color….
“Y-yeah, like that. You’ve got it.” The two broke their hold. More accurately, Hellboy broke the hold. Standing, he kept his body shifted from the gazes of the two in the room.
He had to get out of here. Now.
“Sorry guys, I gotta-uh...Go do something,”
Alice chuckled as Phyrra’s eyes followed Hellboy out. His sweating, heaving back the last thing to see. She really was mean sometimes, but that was great to watch. If she didn’t love these two like family, she’d be super turned on… Maybe she was, a tiny bit.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are. Are you gonna finally admit it?“ Alice through the water to Phyrra, who caught it. She placed the cool bottle to the back of her sweltering neck, before taking a drink.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You like him.” Phyrra had the unfortunate timing of taking another drink as Alice spoke these words. Phyrra spit up half the water, choking on the rest. She gasped for air as Alice ran up, pounding on her back to help. She caught her breath and wielded towards her friend.
“Alice! Don’t speak so loud!”
“Go on. Deny it, I know you can’t. You’re a shit liar.” Alice loved to take the piss, but it was all in good nature. No one wanted the two to get together more than Alice. Her plan was coming together perfectly. She was the one to suggest to Trevor that it would be a great idea of everyone went to the Banquet.
It was like a perfect setting for their own Cinderella story.
“That’s why you're always smiling extra hard around him.” Alice didn’t want to scare Phyrra. But Hellboy knew about his feelings. It was time for Phyrra to realize hers.
“And you kissed him in the chopper. None of the rest of us get kissed for saving you.”
Phyrra opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of a response, she was struck silent.
Was that it? Did she have feelings for Hellboy? The idea of it was scary, Phyrra didn’t know enough of her past to know if she had felt like this before.
Maybe she had been married. Maybe she still was.
“You’ve got to seduce him, silly git!” Alice laughed lightly and put her hands on Phyrra’s shoulders, a comic mocking of a passionate embrace, “just wait till he least suspects it, and snog the life out of him.”
“I couldn’t possibly Alice. Hellboy means a lot to me, he saved me, has taught me so much, you all have.” Phyrra suddenly felt a wave of emotions, tears flooding her eyes as Phyrra looked at the human girl holding her, one who she now called a true friend. The last weeks finally catching up with her, making her realize how long she has been more than just a pet.
“Aw come here, love.” Alice scooped the elf girl into a firm hug.
“You have a whole new life, Phyrra. I’m your new B.F.F, sorry Binx. I think you and Hellboy would be the cutest couple, why not give it a shot?”
“What does B.F.F mean?” Alice cackled and was about to explain before Ben burst onto the scene, looking rather out of sorts.
“Here you are! I’ve been bloody looking everywhere for you two. The Professor has found something in that book!”
The three of them all but ran into the meeting room, where Hellboy and Trevor stood hunched over the book. Trevor held the book out to Phyrra, who took it, waiting to be told what she was looking at.
“It’s a map. It’s of the earth I’m sure and look at this.” He fingers ran across the worn page, tapping at the chicken scratch that was the writing.
“Its numbered so that the last one ends in New Guinea. Look at this. Signed by Harrison Dawning. A late 16th century explorer, he specialized in the migration paths of various creatures. Mostly those who dwelled in greenspaces.”
Phyrra was quiet. It made sense. The dreams of being outdoors. People of the forest. She read the man’s words:
The people of the forest are alluding me. Secretive little things. They seem to make their homes wherever vegetation is abundant and human life is scarce. I have attempted to make contact, but they keep to their customs and do not trust humans. They call me Firen I have yet to find out if it is an endearment or an insult.
“I believe he might have been charting your people. Shall we go and see what we can find out?”
She took a deep breath, and steeled her resolve.
“That is a good plan. Let us go.”
This was it. For better or worse, this is what she had waited for.
fin
Translation:
Naneth - Mother
Firen - Human
ok maybe red DOES love his lil grape soda girl
ima leave this as a sketch..cause im lazy. so there hmph
I used an editor app to make it look mor how i wanted it to. More blended and make the shading look better #hellboyoc #oc #capricorn
Savior: Chapter 7 (Its Been, One Week)
Summary: (Hellboy 2019) AKA Turning a New Leaf AKA Good Samaritans Need Love Too. The B.P.R.D is tasked to infiltrate a black market creature trafficking ring led by a powerful warlock. Hellboy rescues Phyrra who is found being held hostage, a slave for her magic. He must protect her as she is hunted by her master and his gang of monsters. (AU where Broom isn’t dead/Abe wasn’t found)
It will be rated M, it will include violence, swearing, smuttiness, all the good things in life.
Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don’t own anything except the AU and my OC’s.
Hellboy walked into the library, following the sound of Phyrra laughing. Now don't get him wrong, it was quickly becoming one of his favourite sounds. Top three in front of the sound of a beer opening and a nice clean shot from a new gun. It wasn't just the sound of her laughter though, joining it was the sound of his father talking animatedly about a topic Hellboy wasn't quite sure he was hearing it.
"He was a handful alright! I remember many Christmases all Hellboy wanted was a Howdy Doody doll of his own. He was beyond ecstatic this particular morning."
He watched as Phyrra cooed over the photo in her hands. He felt the cold wash of shame. Oh on. No, no.
"Dad, Phyrra. What's going on?"
Phyrra's eyes shot up and she blinded him with her smile. This wasn't good at all.
"Oh Hellboy! You were such a cute baby! Look at your little tail!" Hellboy felt very conflicted as he found himself pleased at Phyrra's bright smile, her utter delight. He supposed he could live with some severe embarrassment if she looked at him like that.
"Thanks, dad." Trevor just shrugged, flipping the page of the photobook. Hellboy took the chance and sat down beside her, figuring she was distracted enough by the mortifying pictures.
It had been a week since Phyrra's arrival to the B.P.R.D.
Seven excellent days of being in her presence, holding her attention, being able to talk to her. Seven days of watching the elf girl graceful moves around him. Seven days where he couldn't bring himself to ask her out.
Since the trio returned to HQ, something had changed between them and they had managed to become less nervous around each other. Everyone had taken to spending alternating shifts in the library and the warehouse a day, the majority of the creatures were harmless, able to be liberated to find their homes again. Trevor had phoned up some old friends running the sanctuaries for the harpies, a basilisk. Elias had seemed to even come into the possession of a dragon, a majestic beast that was currently on its way to Northern Ireland to stay with a Mr. Li-Yang, a most generous benefactor for those types of creatures.
Last night in the library, he thought he might have found something. Some ancient elven tombs he couldn't read, he had found on the highest shelf, even he had to stretch to reach it. He had voiced his interest to her so Phyrra had come over and leaned over him to look at the book, casually putting her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She seemed to understand some of the languages and was able to decipher. He turned his head and gasped at how close their faces were. Phyrra was busy with the text in his hands, he stared openly at her in this new perspective.
Her skin seemed so soft, so pale and supple. Her tattoos fixated him in the graceful swirls that ran down her nose and cheeks. He couldn't stop imagining himself following the trails they made down her elegant, swan neck into the blouse she was currently wearing. He had become so enraptured he continued his inspection until she fixed her gaze on him.
"This is interesting. Nórë-o i taurë…" Her brow furrowed as she seemed to contemplate something. "May I have it for a moment?"
"Y-yeah." Hellboy snapped out of his daze as Phyrra had stood there for a moment, the book cradled in her arms as she scanned the page, face still puzzled. "May I continue reading this?"
Hellboy barely nodded before she was turning back to the armchair she had often claimed in the days, placing her slight form into the mass of cushion. She was enraptured by the book all afternoon until she seemed to reach her limit. No one voiced anything as they had parted ways for the night, but something was on Phyrra's mind.
Cut him some slack here, it wasn't like he was some pro at this.
Alice was right about Phyrra being proper. She was a serene girl, amiable and respectful to a tee. She was often silent and only smiled pleasantly at Alice and his antics.
The most passion he ever saw from her was when she was in the kitchen. Dad had tried so hard to not allow her to make their meals, stating that the B.P.R.D did have the main cafeteria. Chefs from all over the world were brought in to make fantastic meals for the many staff members of the organization, but Phyrra was strangely insistent.
So he saw glimpses of it, her being carefree.
And at this particular moment. Hellboy looked from her joyful face to the horrible pictures in her hands. Moments from his past that while not necessarily bad memories, but something he didn't want the girl he was crushing on to see.
"I'm sorry not that this isn't great." Hellboy leaned over to close the album containing his childhood.
"But shouldn't we get back to the books?" Phyrra and Trevor grew silent, they had already been discussing the recent turn of events a few moments ago before Phyrra's eyes had caught the album, her curiosity a welcomed change in the subject for her, Trevor had been more than happy to show her some pictures he collected over the years.
"That one you found yesterday Hellboy," She licked at her suddenly dry lips, "It holds the answers. I believe we should focus our attention on this. It's a language I know.. Or knew."
"Oh…That's awesome, isn't it?"
Phyrra felt her lips pulling, Hellboy was right. She was becoming quite perturbed at her continuing lack of memories, but she had found the answer, it just needed to be uncovered. She should be kinder to herself.
"Yes, it is." She giggled peacefully at Hellboy's open, jubilant expression. She placed her hand on his stone hand, Hellboy was daring enough to cover it with his hand. Their eyes were locked in a sudden trance.
They didn't know who reached first, but they ended up in a hug.
Phyrra had slowly begun to seek his contact more often, she couldn't stop herself from drifting towards him when he was near, placing her hand on his arm or against his shoulder as they conversed. Hellboy was funny like Alice but much more reserved. Phyrra had soon found out sitting around just reading wasn't fun for Hellboy, she was touched that him, that every one of them, had helped out considerably with the library's extensive collections.
Hellboy was always a source of warmth, a kind that Phyrra enjoyed immensely. She didn't voice it, but the hallways of B.P.R.D were rather chilled and damp to her. She would be lying if she said she didn't seek out the feeling of Hellboy's hot skin, finding it quite delightful.
He would feel better helping her in her bed, warming. Lulling her into a dreamless sleep...
Phyrra broke the hold first, pulling back with her head down to attempt to hide her flushed face.
"I will go get it. I stayed up most of the night continuing to try and understand " The elf girl scampered away on slight feet.
Father and son were left alone.
Trevor would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not see Phyrra and Hellboy's fledgling relationship. On one hand, he wasn't against the idea of his boy finding companionship with this elf girl, Phyrra was a lovely girl.
She had only been here a short time, but her influence was already being seen in the team, Alice was ecstatic. The Professor had never realized she might be missing female companionship, Alice was always so confident.
Ben was even starting to come around to her presence, he had voiced his concerns to the Professor the night after Phyrra agreed to join the B.P.R.D.
Ben had come to Trevor asking him if this was the best idea, they were being put in a delicate situation, the warlock would no doubt be coming for her. Trevor had laid the Major's worries to rest, was it really about the possibility of a break-in, they were more than prepared for such a possibility. If it was simply the new addition, Trevor vouched for the young elf. Now, the Major had begun to relax around the girl, letting loose a few quips that showed his easing attitude.
No one had to guess to know how Hellboy felt about it, he was infatuated with the elf girl. The feeling was mutual if Phyrra's easy smiles and glances were any indication. It was a sweet kind of naive courting that Trevor didn't expect out of his son.
On the other, it was happening rather fast, call him old fashioned.
"Hellboy I would be remiss if I didn't voice my concern,"
".." Hellboy said all the displeasure he felt with no words, he knew exactly where this conversation was heading.
"I just want you to be careful, son. Phyrra is a very special girl, but I would be bereaved if I ever saw you heartbroken."
"Come on, dad!" Hellboy stood up and started pacing agitatedly. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Besides, you're the one who asked her to be on the team,"
"That's not the point, Hellboy. She's very unstable right now."
Hellboy gave his father a deadpan look.
"Okay, I get it, dad. I'm trying to take it slow," Hellboy did get it. Other than his cowardice, another reason Hellboy was holding back was her amnesia. Somehow it didn't feel right to be so attracted to this broken, lost girl. Not that Phyrra showed it. As far as the week went, she had been a bright light shining in the tunnels of HQ. If she was just putting on a happy face, she did not indicate cracking yet.
"I know we never actually had.. 'The talk',"
Hellboy groaned harshly, he wished he could wake up from this nightmare.
"And we never do! Please, dad, I'm begging you. Just stop." Hellboy covered his ears in a desperate attempt to quiet his father. He even went as far as to turn completely away from Trevor, in a spectacular sight of childishness.
He couldn't do this right now, it was bad enough he was starting to have dreams about Phyrra, his father discussing the possibility of them having sex was enough to make his skin turn white.
"Alright Hellboy, just... You know to be safe.." Trevor was thankfully interrupted by the alarm signalling, unfortunately, that only meant danger.
"What's happening?" Hellboy followed Trevor to the monitor connected to the security feeds, watching as the intruders walked through the hole blasted in the solid steel wall of the B.P.R.D.
"There seems to have been a break-in."
The visuals were blurry from the blast but Hellboy already knew who it was.
"Phyrra!"
-
Going into town had been an adventure. Due to the current lapse she had of her past, Phyrra had no clue if she had ever been amongst humans before. Sure the odd ones would come around to make a business from time to time, but they were certainly not treated with the best of hospitality.
It was cold here. A colder environment than she had ever been. Trevor had given her a thick woollen jacket to put on and these things called 'mittens' to place over her hands. Showing her a card before slipping it in her pocket, he told her it was a card containing her initial salary, and to use it where they were going to pay for what she wanted.
It all looked so busy, were her thoughts as she watched the scenery pass her by as they were driven to their destination. Busy as the people at the B.P.R.D. Humans always seemed to be running to and from something, Phyrra deduced. Before too long they left the car. Walking passed the mortals, she unconsciously pulled the hat down, attempting to cover her ears as much as she could. The hat was chafing them, but it was the safer option.
"There's no need for that, my dear. We are quite safe here," It had been a short walk to their destination from the car dropping them off, soon Phyrra was walking into a much warmer, filled with some of the loveliest garments Phyrra had ever seen.
"Binx may come out if she'd please." Phyrra had voiced the Professor's request to the pixie in her pocket, she with much enthusiasm, escaped her temporary confines.
"Here, I will take your coat and hat," Phyrra thanked Trevor as he assisted her in removing the now unnecessary things. There was something else about this store, it was obvious, Phyrra could practically taste the magic in the air.
Walking down the aisle that caught her eye, Phyrra found she liked pants.
He would never allow her to wear them. Her clothing was provided for her at all times, she never had a say in what she could wear. Trevor had only looked to her expectantly when they entered the shop. Phyrra was flabbergasted.
"I don't know where to start."
"Well, to be honest, Phyrra. I don't know if I'm the best person to come to for 'fashion' advice, would you be willing to have one of the workers here help?"
"Oh, maybe not," Phyrra bit her lip, her old ways of shyness welling up in her. Life was much easier to live in the B.P.R.D. Out here in this unknown world was quite frightening.
"Hey, Trevor! Long-time no see!" Phyrra was the audience to an enthusiastic woman run up and hug Trevor with no pretense.
Her pupils were too large to be human. Her skin was also slightly hued in blues. Some halfling perhaps, she looked almost mortal.
"Wow! What a beauty! " Binx watched with wary eyes as this unknown creature came up to Phyrra with seemingly no idea of manners or boundaries, hugging the small girl with enthusiasm.
"Definitely not human," the pixie acknowledged, Phyrra shushed her in the quietest way possible, whispering to the stubborn creature.
"You're being rude, Binxy."
"It's fine, she's right," Phyrra and Binx looked at the creature with comical matching expressions of surprise.
"I'm Ava. I picked up some Fae growing up, my parents ran a potions booth at the market downtown," The girl bounced from Phyrra to Binx, bowing slightly. "Nice to see some pixies still around,"
Binx bloomed like a peacock, it was her weakness. The vainness of most pixies sadly did not miss her friend.
"Please, let us get her out of these dreadful clothes,"
Phyrra was slightly miffed at her friend's sudden burning opinion, she happened to like the clothes provided for her by Sorah. She admired the B.P.R.D logo. A hand gripping a weapon, poised and ready to fight evil. Save creatures and humans alike. She looked to Trevor who smiled kindly.
"I'll let you ladies get to it, I'll be right here Phyrra." With the help of hyperactive Ava, Phyrra chose the clothes she wanted. It was very daunting, but in the end, she loved what she picked out, more-so for her ability to have been able to choose more than anything else.
Trevor had also shown what was her room now, to decorate as she pleased. Phyrra knew she was on the same floor as Hellboy and Alice's rooms.
She knew because she had been to Hellboy's, and later that same night, Alice had invited her into her room for 'girl's night'. It had consisted of them watching some human film that was about a couple in a passionate love that caused Phyrra to flush. Alice had also shown her how to 'paint her nails'. Phyrra had seen women with coloured nails but had never given it much thought.
When Alice had asked what her favourite colour was, Phyrra didn't have an answer.
"What do you think I should colour them?"
"I don't know, maybe blue like your eyes….I only have a few colours.." She muttered digging around in the drawer, placing all the vials on her vanity for Phyrra to pick, "I think pink or red would be a lovely colour on you." Phyrra had gone with the red, it was a lovely colour and contrasted with her skin nicely.
Alice had invited her to her room three more times in the week. It had been more than nice, Alice had the great talent of being very easy to talk to. Alice had told her the story of being stolen by fairies as a baby, how Hellboy had saved her, her ability to see and communicate with the dead, how she had often felt quite lonely. Phyrra had likewise confessed to her mundane, awful existence with Elias. The constant fear of punishment and instability with her surroundings.
"Thank you for sharing that with me Phyrra. But you know what? You're here with us now, you never have to worry like that ever again,"
Phyrra thanked Alice, to know this human girl was willing to protect her gave the elf girl great happiness.
The medium had expressed after the colouring nails lesson that Phyrra should remember her favourite things, it might help with her mind recovering.
She felt her memories on the tips of her fingers.
Something she wasn't telling anyone was she had been having odd dreams. Running through trees. Sitting at fires, alone and numb. It felt so real, lucid like it was her past but it wasn't making the gap to her remembrance. She was so close.
That book. It smelled of pine and gave Phyrra a pang in her heart.
Nórë-o i taurë. People of the forest.
It hadn't popped the memories in her mind as hearing Elias's name had been, but she knew that was the answer. She couldn't read all of it, but it was her language. On the borders of the pages were golden swirls, too close to the ones on her skin to be a mere consequence.
In her room, snuggled deep into the pillow, Phyrra snickered at the sight that was one very lazy pixie.
"Good morning Binxy, nice of you to wake up,"
"Hmm... I wouldn't be so tired all the time if you would get the proper sleep,"
Phyrra reached for the book laying on her new nightstand, before being startled, involuntarily throwing the book to the ground.
Alarms were sounded in the hallway, shrill clangs that caused Phyrra's sensitive ears to twinge. The elf girl wrenched her door open. Ignoring her friend's protest, she locked eyes with a frantic agent before he was blasted away from her sightline. Feeling as if she was in slow-motion, Phyrra turned her head. Her heart stuttered against her breastbone.
She stood face to face with Elias.
HISS!
someone pissed off lil grape girl
even hellboys kisses wont cool her rage
oh hey look its grape soda girl akavetica
decided to do a slightly detailed portait of the lil girl
theres still room for improvement but im getting there
( I do not own Hellboy or any of Mike Mignola's works besides my own original works)
So for anyone not familiar with Irish lore, Pooka, or Phooka, are mischievous shapeshifting fae. They can give advice to humans in their tongue and even sometimes offer prophetic lines. They're well known to take the form of a black horse with golden eyes, luring weary travelers to riding their back. However, unlike Kelpies, they don't do actual harm to their riders, granted they won't let them off unless they desire. They're known to run to incredible speeds through the countryside and running through fences for a wild ride that lasts until dawn. They can take the form of humans if they desire but will retain some of their animalistic traits. While mainly known to play mostly harmless tricks, think the Chesire Cat or Puck, they can use their magic to make someone's life a misery with misfortune to boot. Above, is my art of Diyana in her true form based on other interpretations of pookas.
Diyana here is about the size of a chimp, making it easy to slip into small spaces and go undetected in large well shaded areas.
Diyana or Di, is one of the Enhanced talent agents working for the B.P.R.D. She joined the Bureau in 1953 a year after Hellboy officially started working on missions. She did meet Hellboy before joining, specifically during a job to ensure some Mesopotamian artifacts were safely transported for research. She was there because she stole a reliquary right under the researchers' noses and a jewel from one of the mummies just for fun. It was the latter that was immediately noticed by the on-site staff including Hellboy. This led to a brief chase with the giant red man in hot pursuit of an elusive faerie. Diyana ran circles around Hellboy and the other agents after her, outwitting and outfoxing them at every turn until they managed to corner her. Rather than upset, Diyana congratulated the agents for their efforts and thank them for such an entertaining chase, ultimately giving back the jewel she stole and then teleporting out.
Thinking she was gone, imagine Hellboy's surprise when Diyana approached Professor Broom with an interesting proposition. Diyana offered to work with the BPRD as one of their agents and lent them her resources and funding from her company, Plume Deluxe, to sponsor the BPRD. In return, she gets the opportunity to work with Hellboy himself and access to the BPRD's own resources to further her research. Broom accepted, seeing as Di's inventions are a mix of magic and technology would be a major game-changer for the BPRD; much to his adopted son's chagrin. Yet, Diyana was content with the arrangement as she found the demon hybrid to be entertaining.
Needless to say, Hellboy and Diyana didn't quite get along at first.
