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LIZ. I should tell you something about Liz. Here’s what it says in her dossier…

            SHERMAN, ELIZABETH ANNE. born kansas city, kansas, april 15, 1962. pyrotechnic abilities. first manifest at age 11. resultant fire leveled one city block.total fatalities, 32, including three firefighters. mother, father and only known sibling, a brother, among dead. became ward of the b.p.r.d. in 1974. has since been trained to properly control her pyrotechnic abilities. last uncontrolled manifestation, july 4, 1984.  

 Pretty impersonal. You’d hardly even guess they   were talking about a HUMAN BEING.

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hi i hate u,

yeah yeah i hate u too

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bprd can be hell. even his tank, small, tucked away under novels while he sleeps or lays there sorting through his thought, the evil of their presence creeps close. hellboy has been gone, the professor reminds him. needs to be debriefed. abe only listens to half the words. he is suffocating. wet feet echo down the halls. there is radio chatter, a warning.

stop him! can’t let him contaminate -----

none of it matters. his ears are full of thunder. liz is somewhere ( ireland if he remembers, something about stonehenge ) but she should be here. she should be here. nothing is right. abe moves, fluid, determined. bprd agents seemed surprised at his arrival. he doesn’t stop running. can’t stop running. then ----

there.

a glimpse of crimson. the heavy scent of gun oil, peanuts. abe feels anger, joy, relief ( ? ), happiness, all of it too much. his hand hurts. oh. he punched hellboy across the jaw. abe is panting, staring up at him. too much to say. always too much. webbed fingers grab him by dark scruff, dragging him in bodily. he can’t breathe so he steals hellboy’s breath instead. a slow bruising kiss. abe doesn’t have to say anything this way.

a shaky exhale flutters on red lips.

“ you’re LATE. ”

for @hellfabled cause fite me

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Abe Sapien  Art by Michael Avon Oeming

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fiirestarted:

      “He’d really could have gone with a more creative name.” It is the usual thing. A sarcastic comment while her eyes are fixed on the page; leaning closer to Abe to have a better view. Packs. That explains a lot after all. It doesn’t make things all to easy. Great. (And that is not a sarcastic comment, no).

       “— Nothing that speaks against the usual procedure.” A short pause. A moment to think, before her eyes wander back to her friend. “Or do you think we need another pair of eyes to keep a look out for extra-bats?”

twelfth century doctors were agreeably, the worst. abe could argue that it allowed for the latin translations to be a little easier but there was a noticeable lack of imagination. typical when the oldest man was forty to fifty. liz is a welcome presence, abe even leans in as though doctor freuntzte’s work was instead an invaluable secret. another pair of eyes? hb was busy, it meant more agents. a twinge of discomfort surfaces.

“ ah, that was my first thought as well. ”

turning through the pages, he skims for one line. finding it, abe gives a tap to the old page. “ here. it would seem ahlfenz discovered some kind of tincture. he calls it lacrimae sole or ‘tears of the sun’ . perhaps this could prove useful? ” meeting her eyes, abe tilts his head. a wary glance is spared to their escort. “ it would minimize our casualties if recreated correctly. ahlfrenz describes the effect upon contaminated tissue not unlike what we have discovered uv light to do with our weapons. perhaps in gaseous form? if the doctor’s research holds true this could be worth further study. ”

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i’m answering an ask rn and i just wanna take this time to say that hb loves all his friends, but abe is probably the one he empathizes the most with. like, they’re both very obviously nonhuman and they both (at first) had almost no clue about their origins. it’s also canon that hb is part of the reason abe was able to feel more comfortable in his own skin and eventually ditched the whole beard getup. hb wrote letters to abe on his travels, and abe was pretty much the first person he told when he found out about how he was conceived. abe no longer felt safe with the bureau after hb left, and that paired with liz’s departure was why he started considering leaving. 

also uhhhh abe Totally stole hb’s look goin around shirtless with a big ass jacket. i’m js.

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please invest in breath mints.

it is subtle. little cracks in the armor. little lines. little jabs. hellboy has a tendency to talk first then run later ( & bring a bigger gun ) . but abe is a subtle creature, always has been. he feels in waves. strong crushing suffocating feelings. agents joke a fish like him can’t feel much. too cold blooded. but he feels. god does he feel. it is a war to keep it from liz ( but he suspects she knows ) pretending everything has not changed. but they are decades under the armor formed to the world.

liz knows. of course she knows. abe wants to hide or drink or both. there is the taste of him on his lips. warm. so fucking warm. it has the line of his spine going slack. ( hb was always warm & abe loses track of when he sunk deeper in this hole . ) still wet from a dive into the pool, he toes the edges of what was, what could be, with webbed fingers coiled up taut. licking his lips, it takes effort to force himself to relax.

but he still tastes him, tastes warmth. home.

hellboy surprises him ( he never comes down here ) so the words come out, awkward. abe finds himself smiling, wanting to shake his head. sometimes the big guy is just so stupid. but mostly it just reminds him how good he is, that hb is the heart of them. pure in a way that doesn’t need words. abe just ---- knows.

“ you first. ”

soft words in a quiet room. there is leather, warm ( everything about him feels warm & good ) in his hands. he tastes a bit like salt water. blue eyes narrow, abe can’t remember smiling as much as he does when hb is around. home, he figures, looking up at the big idiot, he feels like home.

hellboy’s breath plays on his lips.

a brief shove. 

“ you need a shower. ”

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ღ slobbers on u

       THEY HAVE BEEN dancing around each other for decades . never too noticeable  —- at least , not that hellboy thought . occasionally standing close — too close — a reassuring hand on a shoulder , easy to dismiss. dancing around each other as if they were still feeling one another out , as if they didn’t know each other backwards and forwards . inside and out . 

       it almost feels like some kind of game  they’re playing , sometimes . how long can they tip-toe around the subject , pretend it’s not there , besides , there were more IMPORTANT things to worry about , like saving the world and all that crap . better things to do than pining like a couple of teenagers  in a bad romantic comedy . 

        but here they are anyways , looking at each other like they’re NOT looking at each other in the middle of a goddamn briefing . it’s invigorating . it’s infuriating . and hellboy’s just about had enough  of this . he approaches abe after they and the rest of their colleagues spill out into the hallway in order to pack for their next assignments , moving like he’s got deadly intent . a hand grips abe’s shoulder —- the left one , of course —- and as soon as abe turns around , hellboy realizes he has absolutely no idea what to say .

                                                             so he doesn’t say anything . 

       hellboy doesn’t have much experience with kissing , but he does so much like he fights —- hard , unyielding , raw  —- 

                                                            and abe reciprocates —-

       for a moment , he feels like his brain just . short circuits . he didn’t plan this far , he didn’t EXPECT anything to actually happen . he stands there , dumbfounded , hand clutching the back of abe’s neck like a fucking life line . quickly , he retracts his hand , muttering a quiet ‘  sorry ‘  before quickly barreling down the hall out of sight .    

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WE ARE THE ONES THAT BUMP BACK 

                                           throwingshark - fiirestarted - hellfabled

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fiirestarted replied to your post: hellfabled: #lowkey heart eyes at this stupid...

are you serious??? right in front of my salad???

liz. does it have egg tho.

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#lowkey heart eyes at this stupid red idiot#abe why#PICK LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE

excuse u 

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all i can think of

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hellfabled:

         HELLBOY DOESN’T SO MUCH as bat an eye at abe’s sudden appearance , though he does lean down to scoop up a couple of cats crawling out of the darkest spaces of his room to investigate the sudden smell of fish . he plucks the smallest , curious kitten off the bed to join the others in his arms . even if he didn’t know too much about abe’s biology , it doesn’t take a rocket scientist (  or in this case , marine biologist , probably ) to understand that cats and fish men aren’t the best of combinations . 

           “   nah , they’re around here … somewhere .  “  he glances around the room , which is in a perpetual state of disaster , as always . a proper search can’t be done without the use of his hands , which are currently cradling ( and being playfully gnawed on by)  the cats . hellboy pauses , pursing his lips in thought , before kicking over a cardboard box that’s part of the miscellaneous junk he’s accumulated over the years and setting the cats inside it in hopes it’ll retain them long enough for him to dig through his crap and find the books . 

         (  the littlest kitten escapes and promptly slinks her way back to the bed to investigate the intruder . )

        “  well , here’s ONE of ‘em .  “  hellboy announces , pulling the book out from under a pile of old newspapers . he strides over to the bed to pass the book to abe and retrieves the kitten once again . “   hope they’re not TOO important . this might take a while .  “

“ you should take BETTER care of them . ” book or cats? no one knew. abe chides. always gentle, always as though it is expected. like clockwork. liz rolls her eyes at them, abe smiles, then hellboy comes up with some witty line. even if coming here is questionable to his health, he likes the calm. it is familiar. warm. the feeling is difficult to explain. 

( for his own sake he keeps his gloves on . ) 

small paws scurry, playing happily without a care. abe enjoys the little ones. they are bright with joy. happiness rolling out with little purrs. hb gathers the herd of them, arms full of squirming paws. the sight is common yet it draws out a chuckle. “ OH ! ” gloved hands cradle the smallest, fondness swelling up. her defiance reminds him of liz so he chances the fur, rubbing the bridge of her nose. it isn’t a bad trade when hellboy comes back with one of the tomes. abe only slightly misses the purring body in his hands. he makes a mental note to further study the similarities between kittens, whales, then perhaps penguins.

displeasure shows briefly. a suspicious stain on the cover has him looking at hb with a sigh. “ no, wouldn’t say too important. merely reading up on the cause of vampirism. a few sources claw it may be viral, changing the physiology on a base level. ” a pause. “ it isn’t MUCH different from the common cold if that proves correct. ” an elaborate excuse. b.p.r.d. agents were busy with his tank. bothering hellboy seemed the best alternative to their scowls.

gloved fingers touch a crimson bicep.

“ no rush. ”

please don’t make me leave.

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fiirestarted:

         “You’d think they’d learn from their mistakes.” She shakes her head, her voice is somewhere between annoyed and amused; not able to decide what she is really feeling or thinking. On one hand, she’s excited to get out of here; get out in the world because it feels like the ceiling is falling onto her; on the other hand it does not sound pleasant what they have to deal with. Vampires. Again. // @throwingshark LIKED

“ It is FASCINATING in a way, it seems as though they travel in packs . . .” liz is restless, it  H U M S  in the air. abe smells fire, ash, a spark ready to ignite. it makes him smile. a step closer, gloved hands gesture to the tome. pages written in latin, easy enough for him to decipher ----- it was one of her gifts ( last christmas if he recalls ) to him.  “LOOK. it says here in the late doctor’s notes. ‘vampirum majora’ as he calls them, traverse frequently in a nature more similar to bats depending on their sense of sound.”