#Hellboy Golden Army

[writingoddess1125]

hiya!

Could you do Prince Nuada from Hellboy 2 and reader?

This one has taken me a while- Also thank you for reigniting the LOVE I had for Prince Nuada! Ugh! So sexy!!

I do hope this is to your liking since it did take some warping.

1. I gotta keep Nuada and Nuala alive so the ending didn't happen

2. Introduce elements from the comics aka Hellboy had adopted siblings.

OKAY ENJOY! I TRIED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Half Breed

Prince Nuada x FemReader

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After the fortunately failed suicide attempt from Nuala which had horribly injured both twins- Nuafa had been captured and the two rushed back to the Bureau for emergency treatment, Which fortunately allowed the Elves to survive the whole ordeal.

Nuada had been placed in custody of B.P.R.D first as a high level prisoner for many months after his attempt to wipe out humanity.

After being in solitary confinement for far too long a deal was struck with him to work for the organization due to his knowlege of the world and to get out of solitary help all that had been damaged.

He had agreed- begrudgingly and because Nuala insisted.. it had been nearly a year of this all- When something interesting took place.

Nuala and Abe walked down the corridors together, talking about recent books they had shared before Abe paused.

"Oh?-" He looked around calmly before seeing the warning lights come down shining blue instead of the normal red for emergencies.

"Is there an emergancy?" Nuala questioned, a bit nervous of what it could mean, But Abe gently touched her shoulder with his gloved hand.

"No no- Just a old friend. Everytime she visits her and Red play a.. Game of sorts like tag" Abe explained, Nuala smiling at hearing this. Nuada who had just returned from a mission turned the corner seeing his sister and the fish man, frowning but looking to the lights.

"Whats this?" He asked shortly, Abe repeating his answer from before.

"Warning lights for a Game?" He questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Well they are only allowed to have this game once a year and for 5 minutes- mainly due to the property damage that always happens" Abe said truthfully as the elven twins looked surprised by this. A childish game causing property damage?

As if right on cue there was a loud crash the trio turning to see Hellboy running full force in their direction like a train.

"MOVE MOVE!" He yelled loudly, as he ran past them. This was the fastest any of them had seen him run even in a life or death situation, right as he was about to turn the corner a black boot came barrowing down on the side of his cheek, knocking him to the ground hard before the smaller figure ran down the hall Red had just gone through.

"You're it!" She yelled and the trio watched- There running past was a women. Dressed in all black leather tactical gear with her silver hair in a long braid, the ends a sunset gold- (Y/S/C) skin with unique etchings found in only elvish culture paired with amber eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure see what she was-

"Timer Abe!" She yelled, Abe looking to the small watch he carried.

"4 minutes and 26 seconds left- Also happy youve returned safely" He called out to (Y/N) who dashed down the hallway.

Nuada eyes widened as he couldnt help but follower her with his gaze, something about her drew him in. The trio sticking to the walls as they tried to follow the action- it was like a massive battle taking black between a giant and a tiny titan. While Red was slamming into walls cracking cement with his weight and arm- (Y/N) was doing flips and hung to the light fixtures above to keep an advantage.

"Happy to see you too!!!"

He could only describe himself as being mesmerized by her.. Every turn, giggle and jump just seemed to bewitch him and it terrified him.. It wasn't till a loud alarm snapped him his gaze making him jump a bit in surprise- the game was over it seemed and Hellboy returned with his sister, the demon clearly glum from losing.

Nuala eyes widened as she watched (Y/N) jump around Hellboy with a happy smile at winning the game. Figuring what she was but disbelieving of course even after this entire endeavor. A leath-fola. A Half-Blood Actually existed in this world? The embodiment of a union between a human and one of his own kind-

"I win Red! So that's 28 for me and 25 for you. Best luck next you!" She said cheerfully as Hellboy grumbled and pushed her head away with his small hand.

"Yada Yada short stack-"

She noticed the looks of the two meeting their gazes and Nuada immediately felt his heart beat pick up- Confused by the sensation he glanced to Nuala assuming it must be her however she seemed calm and relaxed.

"New Agents?" She questioned looking at the twins, Abe nodding with a 'smile'

"Prince Nuada of the Bethmora clan.. This here is my sister Princess Nuala" He introduced both formally, watching how her smile seemed to radiate as he spoke. It made him feel like he had had stepped into the sun for the first time in years..

"It's lovely to meet you both! It's so lovely to have new faces here in the facility" She said cheerfully, reaching out in a friendly matter and patting both twins on the shoulders.

It felt like Nuada had been shocked by the most pleasant bit of electricity that left him flustered and confused. His sister finally glancing at him as she felt his emotions and gaze a smile, a twinkle of what could only be described as mischief in her golden gaze.

"Yes.. new faces... now if you'll excuse me" Nuada said quickly before dismissing himself- trying to control the panic that was eating him on the inside and the warmth that bloomed in his body. He practically ran back to the space he was forced to call a room and lock himself inside. Nuada stood in his room pacing back and forth. His mind racing and heart uneasy- unknowingly for hours as he tried to calm himself from the sudden feelings that seemed to slam into him.

A knock on the door bringing him from his thoughts as he quickly opened the door, surprised to see his sister standing there in a evening gown.

"Sister, what are you doing up? You should be resting.." He said softly, allowing Nuala into the room.

"I can not rest with you so worked up brother" Nuala said softly. The prince sighing as he realized he had kept her up and took a seat on the corner of the bed, Nuala sitting next to him as well.

"Well- It sounds like she is your fated partner" She pointed out and Nuada immediately felt anger in his blood.

"You're thinking about the leath-fola (Y/N)? Right?" Nuala said softly as she rubbed her brothers shoulder to comfort him. He frowned at being so obvious and also for the form of comfort.

"Yes- She... makes me uneasy" He says, lying a bit to avoid the words he wanted to use. Nuala smiling at this.

"Do not speak such foolish things-" He hissed, Nuala flinching at his harsh words.

"I am not fated to a mortal of all beings" He started but Nuala held up a hand.

"She is not a mortal however brother.. You saw" Nuada was ready to argue but couldnt- his face twisting up.. The damn half-breed was not his fated partner NOR was it going to be the siblings of the demon.

He would prove it...

For the first few weeks that (Y/N) was there, Nuada had been rude and snide. Hissing insults about her mixed blood, shoving past her or even straight up ignoring her. He expected she would take the abuse since she didnt say anything about it but he had been wrong- so terribly wrong.

It took only one time calling her "Dirty" in terms of her blood to get the hardest punch he had ever taken to the nose- It made his eyes water and fall to a knee infront of her..

She grabbed his silver hair and pulled him close so they were eye to eye-

"Listen here- Keep insulting me like this and I'm going to tear your ass a new one. I don't give a Flying fuck if your a price or whatever- I will fuck you up" She hissed at him-

Nuada felt more confused then he ever had before- The pain seemingly going with the fluttering warmth he felt in his face and blatant arousal that was Damm near impossible to miss- (Y/N) seeing his widened eyes and the flush of color on his pale face, like he was frozen and her own golden eyes traveled down at noticing some new movement.

"O-Oh-" Was all she said- Clearly just as surprised as Nuada was at this point. Her fingers carefully releasing his silver hair as warmth went to her own cheeks.

Nuada wanted a blade to the heart at this point...

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[imtherain]

With Love From Me (Prince Nuada): Part One

Heyo!

This is a very special (first half) of a fic for the lovely @lokanda. (Rumor has it that it's her birthday today)

It took my almost six months to write this part, hopefully I can finish the rest by her next birthday!

May I present my first Prince Nuada fic, completely requested by the birthday girl! Not only have I not written for the Hellboy fandom in like three years, but I have never written for the smexy elf prince before, but he sure is pretty to look at.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, court politics maybe? Getting chased, making friends, maybe a touch of potential "chase the hare" adventures in the next part, we'll see

Anywho:

“This is your duty, you do not get to argue with it,” Her father said, face stern as he looked down at her from his throne. “You are a Princess, Scionia, this is what you were born for,” 

“But Father, I have never met this man,” She said. “How could I possibly hope to love him?”

“This marriage, like all other royal marriages, does not require love.” King Hextern said. “I will not hear any more of this from you, Prince Nuada, and his father, King Balor, will arrive tomorrow. You are to be presented to them and wed by the time the moon is full.” 

“But that’s only three days from now,” The Princess said. Her father gave her a hard look.

“It seems I may have been too lenient on you, my dear daughter, for you clearly do not wish to do what must be done,” He sighed. “This is the way of this world, even I, a King, cannot change that,” 

“What if he’s cruel? What if he’s a monster? What if he can’t stand to look at me?” She demanded, fear of the unknown rising with claws to choke her.

“I have been told he is quite nobel, highly educated, and also a warrior. On all accounts, you could certainly do worse.” The King told her. But she didn’t want to hear that it could be worse because this felt like the worst already.

“I agree to meet the Prince, but I cannot agree to marry him,” Scionia said with more defiance than she’s ever used against her father before. The King just sighed heavily with a nod, knowing that she would do as she was told either way, but for now, he let her fight it. It would not matter after tomorrow anyway.

~~

The next day came too quickly.

Princess Scionia was put into the finest dress she owned. It was silky and black like the night sky. It hung from the swells of her hips to the floor, covering her modest silver slippers. The sleeves reached the bottom of her fingers and belled out under her palm. Her maids wrapped her equally dark hair up into braids, threaded through with silver thread. They added fine silver jewelry, earrings, necklaces, rings on several fingers. And finally, they closed in her torso with a sort of metal corset that ran from her navel to just under her sternum, fitted on all sides, and unyielding. Just like the task she would have to face once the Elves from the other kingdom arrived.

“You look beautiful, your Highness,” Mirla, one of Scionia’s maids said, catching her mistress watching herself in the mirrors.

“Thank you,” She said, but try as she might to agree, Scionia couldn’t help but feel like the prized animal, cleaned and dressed for sacrifice at the altar of a god that wasn’t hers.

“I know it can be quite frightening to think about,” Draga said. Draga was the only maid that was older than Scionia, as she had been a handmaid to her mother before she’d passed. “But you will do well. And all of your maids will come with you once you leave for the Prince’s Kingdom,” She meant it as a comfort but it only made Scionia feel dread.

“Do you think it’s far?” Scionia asked the older woman. Truth be told, Draga had always felt like more of a mother than the Queen ever had. The Queen was always too busy being doted on or complaining that she wasn’t being doted on enough. She had very rarely wanted her daughter anywhere near her unless she was to dote on the Queen as well.

“I do not know much about Bethmoora,” Draga said. “But they are the Children of the Earth, I can’t imagine where they come from being so vastly different from here,” She gave Scionia a warm smile. “And even with all the changes, you will never be alone,” 

Scionia looked at her maids, three in total. Each one looked at her kindly and she wondered what would become of them when she followed through on the plan she concocted the night before and fled the kingdom. She hoped that her Father would not blame them for her escape.

“I have been very lucky to have all of you in my life,” Scionia smiled at the women fondly.

“As are we,” Draga said, pulling the princess into a hug. “As are we,”

~~

“May I present to you, King Balor of Bethmoora, his son, Prince Nuada, and his daughter, Princess Nuala,” The Herald announced. Princess Scionia, while used to similar proceedings, felt dread slide down her spine at this particular announcement.

The court of King Balor came into the large throne room like bees spilling from an overturned jar. Various people and creatures, filling the space between King Hextern’s own court. Scionia watched her people mingle with these newcomers trying not to look at the royalty that she would be forced to face.

She reminded herself of her plans. Wait for dinner, the feast would distract most everyone. Any guards would be laughed away with lies about needing to stretch her legs. She’d collect her bag from where she’d hidden it by the walls outside, and she’d slip off into the trees. From there? Anywhere. As long as she was free.

“Princess Scionia,” Her name drew her back to the task at hand. King Balor was speaking with her father, having already taken the large throne next to him. To her surprise, it was the Princess, Nuala, who had said her name. “May my brother and I join you?” She asked. Her eyes were gold and soft, full of that light you only saw in spring, filtered through the newest of leaves.

“Of course, Princess,” Scionia said, surprised at the way she relaxed when Nuala took the seat directly to her right. Prince Nuada stood looking at her for a long moment, surely taking stock of his future bride, deciding if it was worth the trouble to go through with the wedding.

“It is my honor to meet you, Princess,” The Prince said formally. He offered her his hand and she took it. He bent his knees to bow to her, a sign of respect that made her skin tingle. She wasn’t used to respect from other royals.

“It is my honor,” Scionia replied. Unlike his sister, Nuada’s eyes were solid pools of gold. Hard, like the polished discs that the Queen used to wear. As for the rest of him, he was clearly strong, honed. It wasn’t hard to tell that he had been trained and molded from the day he was born to be exactly what he was right now, standing before a Princess who knew he would never love her. Men molded like that never loved.

The Prince moved to take the seat opposite his own father, and the farthest from where Princess Scionia sat.

“You have such beautiful eyes, Princess,” Nuala said with a small smile. “I’ve never seen such color,” Scionia smiled back, a slight blush coming up her neck at the unexpected compliment. Most people in her kingdom thought her eyes were too strange. They were not her father’s eyes, not her mother’s. 

“Thank you,” Scionia said.

“Where does such a shade come from?” Nuala asked innocently. Scionia thought for a moment. The lilac shade of her irises had never been something to dwell on. If anything, it had always been a point to be avoided.

“I’m not sure,” Scionia said.

“They are quite lovely,” Nuala decided. Some of the servants came out and carried in a long table for the royals to eat on. “I must admit, when Father told us that we were coming here to get my brother a bride, I was a bit excited,” 

“Is that so?” Scionia tried to sound aloof on the matter. Nuala seemed genuine enough, and perhaps part of Scionia who would have, at some point, wished to have a friend amongst the Royals, felt a little bad that she would not see the Princess again.

“Of course!” Nuala said. “And I look forward to having a sister,” Scionia felt her heart twist a little bit. Poor Nuala would be so disappointed.

“Tell me about your kingdom,” Scionia said as porters began bringing out the celebratory feast. And Nuala did. She told Scionia everything she thought the princess would like, about the library that extended for miles underground. How some days when the sun set, it looked like the castle was on fire, and so beautiful. How Nuala would show her everything if she wanted her too.

“What about your Brother?” Scionia asked. “Tell me about him,” She knew she was fleeing tonight, that it would not matter, but still, she was curious as to who she was leaving behind.

“He can be a little bit, serious,” Nuala���s eyes dipped as though someone had caught her staring. “And he is steadfast in all of his beliefs,” 

“We call that hardheaded,” Scionia mused. Nuala nodded.

“But he cares about his people, and he will take good care of you,” Her golden eyes came back up to Scionia’s face, alight with springtime and mirth. “And he is quite honorable, so if you decide you do not like him, he will leave you alone,” 

“Husbands aren’t known for keeping their distance,” Scionia scoffed.

“Nuada is many things,” Nuala tried again. “But he will not do anything to hurt you,” 

“Thank you, Princess,” Scionia said with a small smile. If nothing else, Nuala was a good sister, and after spending the night talking together, Scionia found herself almost sad to know she’d never see the elf Princess again, would never get to be her sister.

As the dancing and celebrating became the noise of the evening, Scionia moved on her plan.

“I am afraid I need to go get some air,” Scionia said with what she hoped was a convincing amount of normality. “Please excuse me,” Princess Nuala stood with her.

“Allow me to come with you, I’d love to see the gardens. I only barely caught a glimpse of them on the way in,” 

“I was planning on going back to my chambers for a bit actually,” Scionia pivoted. “I need to refresh myself. You should stay and enjoy the party. Though, if that man there,” Scionia pointed to one of the men of her Court. “Tries to come dance with you, don’t do it. He’s all hands,” Scionia winked at her new, if fleeting, friend and headed off towards her room.

Princess Nuala watched her go before turning to meet eyes with her twin brother. He had asked her to speak with his bride-to-be and she had succeeded in that. He was happy to hear she wouldn’t be a complete waste of time. When Prince Nuada joined his sister in the local princess’s seat, he smiled fondly at her.

“At least she’s not a complete bore,” Nuada smiled. “And you do seem to like her,” 

“I do,” Nuala agreed. “I think maybe you should speak with her as well, she avoided any questions I posed about the marriage,” 

“Did our Princess say where she was going?” Nuada asked, picking at some of the fruit that lay on the table before him. He looked completely at ease there, leaned back in the chair comfortably. As if this was his own kingdom and not someone else's. 

Nuala looked off down the hallway Scionia had disappeared down.

“She said she was headed to her chambers for a bit,” Nuala told him. The prince hummed, but when he stood, his sister stopped him.

“Don’t do anything untoward,” She warned, knowing exactly what he might do without thinking of the repercussions. Like barging into her chambers unannounced.

“You wound me, dear sister,” He said. She released his arm and he went off in search of his bride-to-be.

He was surprised to find himself standing in her empty bed chambers, the only sign that she had even entered the room since dinner was her dress, haphazardly tossed across the end of the bed. Prince Nuada smirked to himself. If she was a runaway bride, he best go find her before she got too far away.

Scionia was deep in the forest when she finally stopped for a moment to breathe. She'd done it, she'd run. She would be free of her obligations to the stranger and his handsome golden eyes. 

She was surprised to hear the sound of a single horse up on the road. 

Suddenly glad she had wandered down into a hollow to rest, she laid herself flat against the ground hoping the rider would pass. She heard the horse snort and the sound of hooves moving away. Scionia let out the breath she was holding. 

"The thought of marriage is this offensive to you?" A familiar voice said from the hill above her. Scionia cursed and turned around to look up at the very smug Prince Nuada looking down at her. He had his arms crossed and she couldn't help but admit he looked divine in the light of the filling moon. 

"How did you find me?" She demanded. She got to her feet and began looking for exits. It wouldn't be hard for her to turn and bolt between the trees, but she was past the part of the forest she was familiar with and the thought of getting lost was not ideal. 

"Did you think you were being sneaky?" He asked with an almost appalled tone. "I'm sorry to say you would have only been easier to find had you been singing," 

"I'm not going back," Scionia said. 

"Funny, I don't believe I asked," he was smiling because he found this whole thing charming. She was no wilting flower and he admired that. Plus she was squaring up to either run or fight and he was excited to see which one would win out. 

Scionia watched the Prince move towards her, knowing that he meant to take her back, and knowing that meant she’d have to marry him. So she turned on her heel and ran.

For a second, she thought maybe he would not chase her on foot.

Suddenly, Nuada was before her, arms still crossed. Almost as thought he hadn’t chased her and had instead simply appeared there. Scionia came to a stop and he smiled at her.

“You didn’t even try,” He was grinning as though this was some sort of game, and Sciona was a bit annoyed at how soft she felt seeing the humor on his stern features. In some other life, perhaps he really would have been someone she would have liked to marry. But in this life? He was a Prince, and she was a Princess, and there could never be love between them.

Kingdoms never left room for love.

She bolted again, this time headed towards the mountains. She knew there were more places to hide there, that she should be able to lose him in the underbrush, or slip into a cave before he spotted her. Scionia couldn’t hear if he had followed her, but she didn’t dare look back.

Safety. 

Scionia collapsed in one of the caves she had aimed for. Surely, he hadn’t followed her that much farther. He had better things to do than chase her. Who would have wasted their time with her anyway? There were probably a hundred other princesses that Nuada could marry just the same.

Scionia did feel a little bit bitter at the thought.

She was sitting against one of the cold stone walls when she heard whistling. Her heart leapt to her throat as she realized he had followed her. That he knew exactly where she was.

His voice carried easily into the cave when he spoke.

“Are you in there, Princess?” His voice was full of humor, like he was playing hide and seek. “I know you’re somewhere close,”

Scionia pulled herself to her feet and reached for the knife she had kept concealed. If she was honest, she really wasn’t sure how to use it for combat, but she’d watched plenty of the soldiers train with both close combat and swords, so it couldn’t be that hard, right? 

She closed her eyes, listening for him, hoping that he moved on without finding her. But when she opened her eyes, there he was, smiling at her, his body blocking her escape.

“And what do you plan to do with that, Princess?” Nuada asked. His hands at his sides, shoulders shifting. She could tell he was honed sharper than the blade that she clenched in shaking hands.

“Let me leave and do not follow me,” Scionia said. Her voice was stronger than she expected it to be, but she was grateful for that.

“Leave? You are to be my bride, if you flee, I will follow.” The Prince said seriously. “I will always follow you,” The solemness of the vow startled her. It felt like a confession maybe, or a prayer, as if she were the altar he planned to pray to for the rest of his life.

But she had come too far to be swayed by pretty words.

[Masterlist]

[Mini Masterlist: Hellboy]

#prince nuada #hellboy #named reader #lackofpamcakes #imtherain #hellboy 2004 #hellboy golden army #sort of a request actually

[cateyedfox36]

I declare today's snowday Hellboy Day! I'll be watching all of them, excepting whatever that weirdness was made in like 2019, but of course including the animated ones.

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[bprdeeznuts]

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[hellboys]

RON PERLMAN as Hellboy in Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008)

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[sweeetestcurse]

Ron Perlman as Hellboy in Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008) 01/??

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[amiracleilluminated]

Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008)

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[amatesura]

Hellboy II: The Golden Army | dir. Guillermo del Toro

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[eterwan]

Prince Nuada

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[scholastic-dragon]

This will not leave my brain so now you have to deal with it :)

Abe Sapien x Fem!reader

Falling Books

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, spelling mistakes, p in v sex,

The bookcase groaned with another hard thrust, Abes thighs smacking against your own.

You moan, broken and loud against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, clawing at his scales for purchase. Your legs bouncing, hooked around his hips.

His hands each grab an ass cheek, holding you up like you weight nothing, keeping you at the perfect height for him to thrust.

Dress yanked up your hips, underwear pulled to the side, his tight swim shorts pooling at his ankles.

The wood of the bookcase shelves press into your shoulder blades and lower back, but you can't find a reason to care when he's pounding you so thoroughly.

Sharp, powerful, thrusts, bouncing you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs.

Sweat drips from your face, down your neck, and disappearing down your cleavage.

Abe pushes you back into the shelf, kissing your neck, licking and sucking bruises into your skin.

"Abe," You pant, rolling your hips against him. Pulling your legs tighter against him, locking your ankles together to keep him close.

With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to yours, not stopping his thrusts.

"Yes, my love?" He moans, big eyes searching yours.

Your voice catches in your throat, his eyes so full of love and admiration, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in this world.

Splaying your hands on his bare shoulders, you repeat the phrase over and over in your head.

Harder, please.

He nods, fingers gripping into the meat of your ass, pulling out to his tip. He waits a beat, then slams forward.

Bending and snapping his hips, he reaches a spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes.

The shelves groan with your weight, books falling and clattering to the floor.

Some song is playing out from the speakers, you're not sure what it is. It could have been playing on repeat for all you knew. But it did its purpose so you couldn't complain.

Concealing your moans, groans, grunts and now the sound of the shelves banging against the wall and books thumping to the floor.

Pleasure rushed up your spine, making your chest and neck flush, a band building in your lower stomach.

With one strong hand, he holds you up, but the other snakes down to rub at your clit.

You moan and buck, cupping his face and kissing him hard, teeth clashing together.

"Don't stop, don't stop," You chant, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

The band builds and builds, Abes hips thrusting erratically, tumbling both of you toward you release.

"Abe!" You scream, body gushing around him, fluttering, clenching and gripping him like a vise.

He moans, pressing his lips to your neck, panting into the skin. He shouts your name, thrusting as far as he could, unloading himself in your welcoming body.

His hand leaves your clit, reaching past your body and hitting the shelves by your side.

His legs shake, thighs and hips twitching.

The shelf under his hand snaps, the wood cracking and sending a berage of books to the floor.

But Abe doesn't move, the books piling at his feet.

"That's gonna be tough to explain," You pant with a soft laugh.

"It's my library," He kisses your neck. "What is anyone going to say?" You both laugh.

He pulls back, sweaty, hot, and shaking with you in his arms. He kisses you, firm and loving and happy.

#hehehehhehehehehehe #i love this fish man #hellboy #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy imagine #hellboy headcannons #abe sapien #abe sapien one shot #abe sapien x reader #abe sapien headcannons #it is my works

[midnightmurdershow]

Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008) Directed by Guillermo del Toro

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[princessvisionary101]

💘❤️‍🩹 Nuada x Disowned Human Princess reader who her parents and her sister neglect her.

Part 2 of ?

Summary: Your father wants your older sister to be the perfect queen to the Bethmoora clan. Your sister wants everything to be perfect for her. Your mother never wanted anything much. You however, want to know why your sister’s dream guy, or elf in that matter, wants your attention and your presence to himself.

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Part 2 my people! Let’s make this a good one!

While you two were walking in the hallways of the palace, you wondered if you could find many books about the Bethmoora clan.

Now don’t get it wrong, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them, but learning more about other beings than just other humans was enough to dream about exploring the outside world.

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Seems as though the advisor was a little concerned about what you were thinking. Probably curious instead since it’s been a long while since anyone showed pi Now don’t get it wrong, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them, but learning more about other beings than just other humans was enough to dream about exploring the outside world. Who could blame him since he is the one who was technically force to guide you somewhere away from the important “royal meeting”.

“So your highness” he started but you hold up your hand quickly. “If you want you can just call me (y/n). Everyone back home usually doesn’t say your highness only for specific reasons.” You said before walking a little faster to catch up to him. “Oh? A may I ask why do you receive disrespectful treatment as though your title does not exist? Surely your parents must be furious about this sort of mishap with the servants I presume?”

You looked down while walking a little slower than usual. He had to slow down a bit to see your frown better.

“No I’m sorry.” You said while looking up at him with a small smile. “The clan may have seem to have good respect to their king and his children, but mine do not serve the same purpose but just to fetch me food and books from the library.”

“Ah I see then.” He stops in front of the library doors and turns to you in a look you can’t recognize. “Then please forgive me if I seem to have been shown to displease you in any way.” “Oh! Not at all!” You said waving yours hands in front of you while trying to choose your words carefully. “You were great help to me and great company as well! Thank you for showing me where the library will be at.” You both bow before he leaves and you went inside the room where still the knowledge you wanted to see can be found.

The library was very quiet and looks to be taken care of just like yours from back home. It seems as though it was used a lot , account of the books piled up on the tables and the many shelves that look almost like you were in a maze. It was messy, but it made you felt at home with the place you leave through the books filled with fantasy, drama, romance and surprises at every corner in every page.

And speaking of surprises in every corner-

“Can I help you human?” A baritone voice said that sounded more of a command then a question. You turned around and spot a elf with long white hair and a frown that makes it obvious you weren’t welcomed here.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding you sir.” You bowed with your head hung low. You never got over the habit of apologizing to many people who deemed you as a nuisance. You have your sister to thank for that. “My name is Princess y/n and I am here to spend my time here while my family finishes a meeting. I’m very sorry again for intruding.”

You couldn’t tell if he was upset at you or looking at you at all since you still had your head hung low. Maybe he’s wondering what kind of Princess “hung her head low to a elf no less?”

Huh…he thought so too.

“We’ll I’m not allowed to join them while they discuss about important matters, especially with the king of your clan.” You responded, having no trouble sounding more reserved towards the gentleman who didn’t seem to be displeased at your presence nor didn’t seem to want to dismiss you from the library.

“Very well then,” he says sitting down at the chair across from you while you raise your head and see him walk to the table you are occupying and picks up a book from the table, “then I’ll just continue reading from this book while you bid your time reading from the others. I do recommend though that you don’t cause any disturbance that might upset the librarian.”

He states right before glaring at you with a very look of distrust. You can’t seem to read him that well. He doesn’t seem to have any problems with you staying but he also seems to be annoyed with you around. It’s a continual battle of whether to please him by departing and finding a new place to spend you time or just to stay and be quiet. Since technically you don’t know the place well, it shouldn’t hurt to stay quiet and just find a book to read; especially since he seems to already look irritated by just feeling your presence.

“Alright” You responded, “but I do really mean it about me leaving the room if I’m bothering you sir.” you then pick up a random book from the nearest shelf and start to read. He glances up at you before continuing to read his book.

You both end up reading in silence while the sun was shifting from the afternoon to later mid-day. You would occasionally pick a different book when you finished yours and start reading with a small smile upon your face. It seemed like forever ago when you would go to your library and read books that had questions that you wish to know. For example, you were curious about how pirates act nowadays or if there was really a treasure island for pirates to roam and search of.

While you were busy reading a plot twist in your book, you failed to sense a pair of eyes watching you from time to time when you scrunch up your nose or when your eyebrows furrow during a chapter of the story.

Once you found a stopping point, you raise your head to see those pair of eyes looking at you from across the table. It freaks you out at first because usually the looks you get are either in disgust or in denial of your heritage of your family. In this case, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking of what he felt about you.

“May I ask why you are staring at me sir?”

He closes his book and lays it on top of the table before he crosses his arm on top of them.

“Why aren’t you with your family in the dining room discussing with the king? Normally, most humans are with him trying to have an alliance with our people, especially princesses who generally aren’t found in a library to waste an hour.”

You looked down embarrassed by his remark targeted to you, well it would sound so, and closed your book so that you can try to focus on this elf man across from the table.

“Well for starters sir, my family have always left me out of their conversations, especially when they go on their outings when they have time to get together. I do try to talk to my maids or the butlers, but most of the time I see their displeasure in talking to me. This led me to see that I don’t fit into anyone’s expectations of a good daughter or a great princess in their eyes.”

You looked at him and was surprised that he seemed to pay attention to your words. How long ago did someone look at you and listened that same way this librarian was?

“And are you ok with the way you are treated? It doesn’t sound like you enjoy feeling ignored or disrespected by others, including your own servants whom you have the control over if I’m correct.”

“Maybe so” You responded with a genuine smile at him, “but I rather someone talk to me or like me not because they have to, but because they desire to do so.”

Before he could respond, a servant walks to him and whispers in his ear in the language you couldn’t understand before seeing that he probably is about to leave you alone. He walks with the other elf, and they start to chatter behind your back. It seemed suspicious since the servant kept glancing at you from time to time and the man would have a small frown every now and then. Their conversation probably isn’t a good one you thought. He comes back and takes the books he had in his arms, and you already notice that it’s a sign that he is about to leave.

“Oh! Are you needed elsewhere sir? I’m sorry to take much of your time if you were supposed to leave soon!” You stand up but he stops you before you did anything else strange.

“It is nothing that you should worry about, but yes, I am needed somewhere. However, my servant also told me that the meeting is done, and you are asked to meet your family at the dining room where the king is at.” He gives his servant the small stacks of books for them to put away before strolling over to you with his hand extended in your direction. You got confused for a bit until he chose to grab your hand and leave a gentle kiss on your palm. You never felt so flustered at the fact that a man, let alone a prince had left the touch of his lips linger on your hand before raising his head at your level.

“I hope you have a wonderful time here in the library and I would like to extend my gratitude for your honesty and kindness.” He then leaves you alone at the table, feeling bewildered at his change of attitude, and you start to wonder if what you said to him made him had a different view towards you. You don’t think about it even when you walk out of the library doors, and you hope that the way he talked to you wouldn’t be the last time someone treated you that way. It has been forever since someone didn’t mind your presence.

You’ll probably come to regret that thought once you realize what you’re really in for.

(Hello! Thank you so much for reading chapter 2 of the disowned princess reader x prince nuada silverlance. Now to keep my message short, I have been busy trying to work but currently I've been fired since I couldn't work full time and now I got time to myself :3 I also just started college, but since I got less homework, I will be trying to make more fanfics on this blog, including trying to finish this series which I come to enjoy.

I thank you all for enjoying the first chapter and I hope that ya'll continue to read and share my fanfic by reblogging it! See all of you soon and have a wonderful day!)

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HELLBOY II: THE GOLDEN ARMY (2008) dir. guillermo del toro

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[reddesart]

Found an old sketch of him and decided to finish it.

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Hellboy II: The Golden Army | dir. Guillermo del Toro

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HAPPY BDAY YAYYYY

could i request a Hellboy x female reader with prompt 9: don't give me that look?

You can have free reign other than that, thank you so much!

hehehehehehehehehe

yes

Right Place.... right time?

warnings: SMUT, minors DNI

"Don't give me that look," He growls, glancing around the dark tunnel you two are in. "We can't,"

You scoff, setting your flashlight on your belt.

Hellboy was trying to be better. He'd fucked up on so many missions and wanted to remind the team that he was here. That he could do a simple recon mission.

"I'm serious, Babe," He groans, looking through the underground tunnels. You two had split off, looking for clues for the most recent monster escapade. "I cannot get distracted-"

He turns and the words die on his tongue. Your jacket is already off, your shirt unbuttoned to reveal your bare chest. And your hands and working on your belt and pants.

"Babe," He wants to sound assertive, but it comes out as a plead. His cock is already half hard seeing you like this. "We're in the middle of a mission, we can't-"

Your pants fall to the floor. Now you're in nothing but a red thong. His resolve smashes into a million pieces.

Before he can think, he's rushing forward, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. He gives you no time to breathe, his flashlight falling to the floor with a thump.

Lifting you in his arms, he pushes you against the cold stone wall. It's wet and damp and cold down here, but as you mewl and roll your hips into his pants he can't seem to care.

His stone hand and tail keep you pressed to the wall, his human one runs down your body until he reaches your weeping cunt. "God, you're fucking soaked," He all but moans into your mouth.

"Pants. Pants," Is all you can reply, reaching down and tugging at his belt. It takes you both a minute, but you finally get the damned thing off. He barely pushes down his pants and underwear, his cock bobs in the open air.

He notches the hot tip at your entrance, kissing at your throat. He slips inside and you mewl and grip his shoulders. Slowly but surely he sinks you down to the hilt, both of you panting and moaning quietly.

He moves you like you weigh nothing, up and down over and over again. His teeth latch onto your breasts, sucking dark bruises onto the soft skin.

God, he's already close.

His tail sneaks over your thigh that wrapped around his hip and rubs at your swollen clit. You moan and groan into his mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit," You chant, followed by a scream of his name and other blasphemous curses. Your cunt squeezes him tight, gushing around him. He grunts, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

His knees nearly give out, pressing you harder into the wall. You're both shaking and panting in each others arms.

You laugh breathlessly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He opens his mouth to respond when someone else's voice echoes off the tunnels. "It'll get a lot worse if you two don't clean up and get to the rendezvous point in ten minutes,"

Hellboy's blood runs cold. "Abe? Were you listening?" You gasp softly, face flushing deep, covering your face in your hands.

He laughs. "Thankfully no, I got hear just a minute ago to the heavy breathing. But I can only cover for you two for so long, so hurry up," His footsteps retreat from the tunnel.

"Thanks, Abe, I owe ya," Hellboy calls, smirking at your flushed face.

"You owe me a lot actually," He says, voice getting quiet.

Hellboy chuckles, licking his lips. "Ya know what, baby? That was worth it," He laughs harder as you smack his shoulder.

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