#prince nuada angst

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Warnings: Dark! Nuada | Dub-Con | Power imbalance dynamic | Degredation | Explicit language | Spanking | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex | Oral (Male receiving) | Cream pie | Angst

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

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Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

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[matchbet-revolved]

"We die, and the world will be poorer for it."

Prince Nuada Silverlance x Reader

Word count: 455

Angst, OOC (but everything is OOC if it isn't canon, so fuck it, we ball)

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Once, I made friends with Time. I myself was nothing more than a Careful Creature, young and curious. He was enduring and ancient.

We had a few long years together- or, at the very least, I thought them long, but his age likely meant it was the blink of an eye for him.

He opened up, slowly. About literature and old languages, customs of fighting and war, and legends and stories of his people. He told me of his armour, of his youth, of the golden war.

A few years passed, and he taught me some of the language, wrote in journals with yellowed pages all of his tongue so that I may keep it close to my heart like I did him.

He taught me of the trinkets and little machines he liked to make; tiny little machinations with minuscule springs and the smallest screws, making elaborate systems for puzzles or music boxes.

...he made one for me once, too.

And a new war came.

At first, I hoped we'd both survive. Then, I just hoped I'd die rather than him. But he took the blow, and there is nothing I could have done but hold him.

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He was dying. He asked me, with some of his last breaths, if I would honour him by tattooing his marks into my skin. Just to keep his people alive through me. He only trusted that to me.

I knew why- I could see it in his eyes.

And I told him no.

And instead begged him to carve it properly into my cheeks, like they had been done for him.

And with the last of his strength, he cut into my cheeks, a mirror image of the marks of his people that rested on his own.

He told me that he should be the one to die- that he had made too many mistakes, that he was part of a peoples so old they had forgotten who they were, who they were meant to be.

He told me that he should die, and the world would be better for it.

But he could not let me die. I asked him why.

He told me, "I am an old fae. This world has no room nor use for another angry heart like mine. I cannot change anymore, though you have softened me. But you- if you die, the world will be poorer for it."

And as he laid his spear in my palm, blood in his teeth, I saw nothing but worship in his golden eyes.

When he died moments later, I wept.

Because I knew for certain that the moment he took his last breath, he was truly dead- and the world was poorer for it.

#prince nuada #nuada silverlance #hellboy #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy 2008 #hellboy 2004 #prince nuada silverlance #nuada x reader #nuada silverlance x reader #ooooh angst time. #anyways been too exhausted to write shit but here have this #i have loved him since 2008 and i will always love him. #not canon compliant bc fuck canon #he dies later instead of when he originally does and yk im not thinking about a whole storyline bc i just wanted to cry and write

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Loki Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES:

5 Types Of Kisses 🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS:

Give Me 2 Lifeline (w/Nuada)❤️‍🔥 I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good Sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

My Little Secret 🌺 🌩️ May I request a how Loki would react to meeting a child he never knew he had fic?

Toothache Crush 🌺 Could you do a Loki x reader Where reader has a toothache and anxiety so they try to avoid the dentist and the others are dreading taking reader so then Loki offers to fix it (like normal way) and afterwards Loki finds out about readers crush and Loki feels the same

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Misfit God And A Mortal 🌺 Loki and Y/n promise and vow to each other to be together until the ends of time as a bog design looms over Asgard

First Date Flutters 🌺 Loki enjoys his First Date

Going To A Ball With Loki 🌺

My Love Is Eternal 🌺 Loki knows how to respect his love, he is a prince after all

Thank Doctor Strange 🌺 🌩️ Strange offers his magic to help y/n and Loki

I Fell In Love With You, Not Them 🌺 a little bit of insecure reader where Loki confirms just how much he love y/n

Loki Meeting Your Mother 🌺

Pillow Talk 🌺

Spending New Year 🌺

Mornings With Loki 🌺

Visiting Loki 🌺 🌩️ Y/n pays a visit to Loki with Thor’s sneaky help

Prayers For Loki 🌺

Having A Secret Relationship 🌺

Loki’s Helmet 🌺

One Love Short 🌩️ Loki trades himself to save his love

DIFFERENT AUs

Biker!Loki ❤️‍🔥 what would the God of mischief look like as a biker

MULTI-PART STORIES

Flower, My Flower 🌩️ the long awaited prequel of Loki, My Loki where Loki and Y/n share a final moment before deciding what to do for their relationship

Loki, My Loki 🌺 🌩️ Loki sees how much of a heartbreak he left behind

SHORT IMAGINES

Talking About The Future With Loki 🌺

Teaching Loki How To Vogue🌺

Loki Teaching You The Waltz🌺

Hands 🌺

Loki Teaching Your Royal Ethics 🌺

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[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 159- Hemorrhage

Summary: The Elvenking envisions the future of Mirkwood. Bullseye on the bad blood. Garrett and Josephine have an electrifying moment. Lola swoons. Legolas gets the 411 on all he missed. The Prince bares his soul and also makes an undisclosed protective decision. Stephane gets the wrong idea and lashes out. Bash receives a sinister sign.

Notes: The gifs of Thranduil are intended to be depictions of what he has become and has nothing to do with Prince Nuada from Hellboy

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, sexual depictions

Chapter characters: Thranduil, Garrett, Kate, Legolas, Josie, Lola, Leeanduil, Bash, Narcisse

Chapter word count: 6,571

Stories Stories Stories Masterlist:

As preparations were underway in Thranduil's halls for the celebratory feast of his return, per his own proposal, the Elvenking that he now truly was in every sense of the word, sat in his chambers with a carafe of Dorwinion's wicked wine at his side, anticipating Legolas's return with you and his newborn daughter he had never even laid eyes upon yet.

Dusk was settling in and the last rays of sunlight shone through the stone wall window that he sat faced away from, for the newly conceived dark elf lord no longer enjoyed the light. It now pained his sensitive eyes and irritated his maturing scarred skin, making him feel ill and weak just as anything evil would do when he was once an elf of light, so he would now remain inside each dreadful day until the moon would reign the night.

Thranduil had many futuristic plans for his Kingdom. First and foremost was to have his daughter in his arms and you gone, but to accomplish that, you had to be tricked into bringing Leeanduil to back to Mirkwood, which is what he sent his son to Dorwinion to do. Little did the King know though, was that Legolas was on to his father's sinister scheme and the Prince would now struggle with carrying out such a devious deed, let alone even informing you that your King was alive because of his malevolent condition he was unsuccessfully harboring from his son.

Second on his agenda was to fill his halls and lands with the dark essence of the 200 mile wide and 400 mile long Mirkwood forest surrounding his borders, much like Jareth's kingdom and any of his company, including his two captains of the guard, Tauriel and Feren, that were insubordinate under his rule would suffer infinite dungeon captivity. And lastly, with what was to come on the 21st of December, no one would enter his kingdom and no one would leave it.

A chilling breeze, carrying the warning of winter's impending arrival, rolled down the stone stairwell that led to Thranduil's beloved gardens and flowed through the elf lord's platinum strands that had now lost it's lustrous shine. He raised his attentive nose, closing his sullen citrine eyes and flaring his nostrils as he breathed in the scent of death.

The Elvenking sprung to his feet and quickly ascended the stairs leading to the outside and viewed the sooty colored clouds funneling about with slitted eyes that displayed strobes of reflective lightning within them.

A morose scowl consumed his thinning lips as Thranduil glowered at the darkness he should have been enthralled over.

"So it has begun." he snarled as he recalled his previous throne meeting, informing all that Jareth would unleash a weapon so great, it would destroy all before it.

As carmine red as his base blood now ran, almost matching the wicked wine in his carafe. Thranduil wanted no partaking in Jareth's army of darkness, the evil dead the goblin King conjured from the depths of hell which were now scattered all about middle earth, for he knew who some of those entities would be.

He returned to his chambers and gulped down a goblet full of the sweet vintage as he recalled using the vampire Lestat's harbinger to locate the warlock Julian. Randomly in that thought, he realized that since the medieval device had activated at that time, it was only more validation that Julian was indeed your biological father, for the compass like relic was designed to detect a witch's presence by placing their blood upon it, or the closest relation to that blood, which in that case was your blood he used that night, and if the locator began to rapidly spin, it meant they were near.

As his mind then traveled back to the present situation, Thranduil had such an object in his possession. One similar to the vampire's but more of an antique yore to the King of Mirkwood, for it had belonged to his mother, Carandolel.

He pulled the treasure, crafted from copper metal, out of a wooden cabinet that was filled with the late fiery haired elleth's things and sat down with it to prepare for his experiment.

Thranduil remembered everything now. Everything that happened from the day he entered Chateau de Lioncourt to the day he "died" there and awoke in captivity in the goblin King's realm. He also remembered everything that the warlocks Jareth and Harker had done to him. The consistent daily torture of electrical shock from Jareth's citrine ring, the same citrine ring he now bore on his own finger. The sinister spells of mind conditioning, powered by the crystal pendant Harker wore that he used upon him to make him despise all things good, even you. And even with knowing that, the Elvenking still felt what he felt and it changed nothing for him. He also remembered that all of their exhausted efforts of affliction did not take the fully anticipated effect and Jareth had become fed up, forcing Harker to repeat the process of purgatory for a second time.

Thranduil's will had been too strong to be controlled by anyone, let alone the King of the goblin realm, so it had then failed once more. That was when Jareth had an epiphany of an additional way to control the King of the woodland realm. He began spiking Thranduil's wine with his own baleful blood. Small amounts at a time so he wouldn't catch taste of it and as much of the Dorwinion vintage that Thranduil always consumed, Jareth was confident that it would work quickly and to his full expectations, but his predictions soon proved only successful to a certain point, for he still lacked any control over the Elvenking.

Thranduil had come to this speculation earlier in the day due to the derivation of his physical change from wearing Jareth's citrine, for he could smell it, the sour citrus aroma of the tainted cold liquid he believed to be flowing through his veins, escaping the cracks in his chalky white skin. The smell that he could now recall matching the flavor of Jareth's hospitable wine. Anyone could wear the ring of fire and do good with it, but when combined with pure darkness and bad blood, they would become like Jareth did upon his own rebirth....just as Thranduil now was. The unwanted blood could now be useful to the Elvenking, for he could validate it's presence and possibly learn of Jareth's whereabouts and be forewarned of his arrival, or so he believed.

Jareth would soon come for revenge and to reclaim the golden gem. He needed it for two reasons. It gave him his full power and it kept him alive. If the stone came together with the other five runes, the green emerald, the blue moonstone, the purple amethyst, the clear crystal and the pink morganite, then paired with Ashmole, the only book that contained the spell of reversal to Jareth's resurrection, the goblin King's reign of terror would finally cease. He would die and so would his vast army of demons.

Thranduil had to be certain of his presumption, so he unfolded the ancient artifact which resembled that of a blooming flower with it's eight copper petals revolving around the center stem. He then poked the tip of his finger with one of his twin swords and placed a few droplets of his blood inside the hole of a metal disc no bigger than his fingernail and placed it on a single metal hanger that extended from the center pole.

Thranduil calmly watched, for he was still patient and could wait.

His eyes widened as the petals began to slowly rotate. Within seconds, the speed rapidly increased, spinning round and round and round, creating a small breeze that caressed his face, until it came to hard stop with the prong pointing back at him. Thranduil's breaths became heavy in that moment, for it meant one of two things, or even both.

It verified that Thranduil indeed possessed the goblin King's warlock blood, but was it also detecting Jareth himself? or solely Thranduil?

In a bout of rage, the Elvenking arose and hurled the honest harbinger across the room as he roared his own truth.

"I am not you, wretched warlock!! I am the Elvenking!!"

Garrett awoke with a gasp, all alone in the dark, damp and dusty basement of Peter's cabin, chained to the bed by iron shackles that were taught around his burning wrists, the same chains and bed that he once held Haldir captive on.

"Fucking karma. Bites me in the ass every time." he groaned in pain as he pointlessly struggled to free himself, for the iron had severely weakened him by depleting his strength and powers....and even the protection mark Amara had seared into his chest.

Garrett quickly gave up, slumping over and panting heavily from his futile frenzy.

"What the hell Amara. Your protection mark took a shit." he grumbled with his face planted against the lumpy mildew coated mattress, then a soft sarcastic chuckle rolled out of him.

"Fire, dead man's blood, starvation, three deadly things to a vampire that seemingly cannot touch me, but iron...fucking IRON will be how it all ends. Peachy. Not to mention, I shouldn't have felt the electr...."

Garrett sprung to a sitting stance, his wide eyes red with defense and darting all around the room as he remembered exactly how he had ended up in his profound peril.

"Kate???!! Where are you, you demonic bitch?!"

In the blink of an eye, the platinum haired vampiress was at the foot of Garrett's bed, leering down at him with her charged up tangerine hues and a sly smile.

"My King, such a sight for sore eyes. It is good to be back."

"Jareth went and done it I see. Opened the gates of hell, for it is the only explanation as to how your previously beheaded and burnt body stands before me looking like a brand new car, but certainly not smelling like one. You need a car wash babe. Oh, and I'm not your King. Better check your fuses. They seem to be blown."

"Oh Garrett, always the comedic fool in times of trouble, or any time for that matter. Not sure what I ever saw in you. I suppose it was your King stature, but...that no longer belongs to you since the real King has returned. Oh I can't wait to see the look on slutty Selene's face when Kraven pops in on her and her mutt Michael that he greatly despises. I can only imagine it to be of something like this."

"GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Garrett cried out in pain from another dose of electric shock as Kate clutched his hand like a vice grip, reveling in her former mate's shaking and panting agony.

"Nope, no faulty fuses here. Now, as fun as this is, I have more places to go, people to see after I check in with King Kraven. There's quite a list of those who have wronged me, including your precious Josephine. All in due time. Won't she be in for one hell of a...shock."

The blood rage gene in Garrett's veins instantly began to boil, causing the vampire's vision to be colored of murderous red as flimsy flames involuntarily ignited over his palms which sent Kate into a laughing fit.

"Ooooh would you look at that. You popped a woody without any wood. Is that all you've got big boy?? I've seen much bigger fires, such as on the Elvenking that you made me ravish. Probably why Josephine chose him over you." Kate mocked and then gave a single puff of air to each of his hands, dousing the flames.

Garrett lunged at her, growling with fangs dripping of venom, only to be yanked back by his short leash.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking rip you apart, limb by limb, saving your hideous head for last so you can watch!"

"My my, seems I struck a nerve named Josephine. She don't even want you. Get a clue, Scooby Doo. And...you can't kill what's already dead, not this kind of dead anyways. An added perk to the one and only spell of life in that book. No wonder all desire it. I must be going now. Stay here and rot from starvation. You wanted to die and now you shall."

"You stay away from her!!!! I swear I'll....."

Kate locked her hands on Garrett's, packing another punch of juice through his incapacitated body, getting off on the aggressive affliction as every inch of his flesh vigorously shook.

"Or you'll what??" she snarled against his tightly pursed lips, prolonging the current as she laid over his leg, grinding her hips into the vibration until she burst into climax. "Oh...OH!! Fuckkk...yessss!!! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhh mmmmm!!"

Kate then released the extremely debilitated Garrett whom very quickly passed out as he mumbled your name.

"Night night, don't let the coffin bugs bite." she whispered into his ear and then vanished.

You swayed up to grinning Legolas, hands on your hips, raised brow and a sly smirk, then looked him up and down with a smile.

"Howdy stranger." you jested, then threw your arms around his neck, deeply inhaling his dearly missed minty leaf scent from his silky golden strands.

As you and the Prince of Mirkwood reunited in the emotional embrace, excruciating pain shot through your arms, causing you to break free and desperately clutch your upper arms.

"Ahhh, owww! shit!!!" you gasped and panted as you jumped up and down to try and alleviate the sharp sting by shaking it off, which it then quickly began to dissipate. "What the fuck was that??"

"Josie!? What has happened? Are you alright??" Legolas frantically asked as he balanced you by your shoulders.

"I...I believe so..but..I...I don't know what....it felt like I was being freaking electrocuted!"

The blonde elf tilted his head and stared off into the distance with a gaze of concern.

"I think we should go inside." he advised.

He placed his arm around you as if it were a shielding wing, then guided you into the castle where he stopped in the foyer to assess his surroundings.

"Leggy? What's wrong? Are you having another one of your precognition moments?"

"I am not certain. Something just feels....different. Also...I am not sure I am welcome here."

"Of course you are. If you are speaking of Narcisse, well, I don't even know where the hell he is and right now, he's damn lucky I don't. Come with me to see your sister. I'll fill you in on everything that's happened since you've been away."

Well, everything except for your intimacy with Stephane, for Legolas would flip his lid, not to mention, it would hurt him just as it had Haldir. And then there was Matthew De Clermont. Haldir's reaction alone was enough for you to know what Legolas' would be over the vampire's imprint, per se, on Leean. On eggshells, you would continue to walk.

Legolas greeted a very stunned, nervous and rosy cheeked Lola with a smiling head bow, in which her flushed face reminded you of her secret crush on him that she finally admitted to you after you had drug it out of her in a past inebriated conversation.

"Prince L..Leg..Legolas. I..I...you're back!" Lola beamed with her big bright blue eyes gazing at him as she smiled ear to ear.

"Yes. I....am. It is... nice... to see you once again lady Lola." Legolas politely stammered, feeling awkward over Lola's excitement of his arrival. His befuddled eyes relaxed as they traveled to yours and then he made his way to Leean.

"I umm...I hope to see you later. I will leave you both now." the giddy brunette chirped, then politely smiled through trembling lips and quickly exited to give you and the platinum haired Prince some time alone with Leean, for she noticed how Legolas still looked at you.

Leean was wide awake and squealed in delight with hearing her brother's voice. Legolas promptly rushed over to his baby sister's side and began rocking her cradle as he gave her a heart melting smile and spoke in a way that she clearly understood.

"Cin knew im would rinn- an cin sui eithel magical bright er. Cín thilivern galad shines -o a tinu in i dú aiwenor a will tul- guidance a estel in i fuin. Cín blood flows -o a highest rod. I greatest -o beasts will peng na cin, dilthen Princess -o Mirkwood." (You knew I would return for you as well magical bright one. Your white light shines of a star in the night sky and will bring guidance and hope in the darkness. Your blood flows of a highest power. The greatest of beasts will bow to you, little Princess of Mirkwood.)

Shining light or bright one was an origin of the name Leean, a reason you chose it and created it out of Thranduil's name. Her blood was of a highest power as Legolas said, with it stemming from yours and Thranduil's and with Legolas's precognitive senses, you had to wonder if the great beasts he was referring to were any in particular.

Leean cooed with excitement as both sets of moonstone eyes gazed and smiled into the other's. The sight of the love struck pair made your heart flutter like a butterfly. They had obviously missed each other more than words could express and you and Legolas had felt the same way for each other as well. It was a perfect family reunion. Well, almost.

As Legolas picked a begging Leean up and held her, he offered her some of Mirkwood's magical water while you informed him of everything from Harker to Catherine to Haldir, among other happenings...and he was far from happy, to say the least, after hearing of his guardian's forced departure. Although the two often butted heads, Haldir and Legolas would give their own life for the other.

"I will ask of Aragorn and Gimli to search for Haldir, Bard as well, but my place is here with you and my sister. It is not that I am concerned that he cannot handle a wretched warlock on his own after his dealings with the ferocious vampire Kraven, it is because...there is something in the air. Something far more wicked and worse than Harker himself. Something Haldir may not be able to overcome without aid and now he has given the emerald to you, but even that can only do so much. I hope this will make you feel more at ease."

"It does. Thank you Legolas. Bard thinks he may have gone to the city, which is not the wolf's typical hunting ground from what Stephane has told me of Harker's past."

"I still find it harrowing of what he did to Lola and her mother as a child. She really has no recollection of the event?"

"No. None that I nor Stephane are aware of. Legolas, you should know. When or...if...I return to Mirkwood, I have asked Lola to join me to care for Leean as needed. Leeann adores her as Lola does she. And well...I think Lola has taken quite a liking to you as well. The two of you seemed to have a great time together at Thanksgiving."

The perspicacious Prince slitted his eyes at you, greatly resembling his father in that moment.

"I will urge you to go no further with the idea for I have no interest in such a way for the child nor will I ever." Legolas adamantly stressed.

"She is no child? She is actually one year older than I."

"It is of no matter to me, nor should it be any matter of yours, or anyone else's of whom I choose to court. The fountain of fate could show it to me and I still will choose my own path." Legolas protested, knowing very well of how wrong he would be when his father learned that his only son was to marry the Seelie Queen. He hadn't even thought of Amara's contract of coercion until this moment and it made his skin crawl.

"Now..." he continued. "You say...if?? You..plan to remain here...permanently??"

Not wanting Legolas angry with you again, you dropped the Lola subject and moved on.

"I do not know what to do Legolas. Things have been terribly awry here since you left. There was a moment when I almost came back because I...I have missed you so and I know Leean has too, but Harker showed up and I couldn't risk it with her. You were right though. I think I knew deep down you would come back, but a part of me believed you wouldn't because of...well...what happened in the Seelie Queen's court with...."

You ceased your words when Legolas broke eye contact with you to lower his distressed moonstones to his feet.

"The vampire you love..." he whispered.

"Leggy, I'm sorry...I...I will speak of something else."

Legolas stood up and gently laid Leean in her cradle, giving her a delicate kiss upon her tiny fingers, then slowly made his way to the terrace, in which you quickly followed and leaned along side of him on the stone rail.

After an intense quiet moment of you both peering out at the descending ball of fire in the sky, simultaneously, you slowly turned to lock moonstones to moonstones with one another....and then Legolas once again confided in you of his feelings, but in more depth.

"It is I...I whom should ask for forgiveness, for breaking my promise, leaving you as I did, with no word, no goodbye. I have been trying to overcome the unbearable feelings of my heart as I know you will not, cannot, return the same love I experience for you. It is very real. I have fought for so long to retrieve the aching heart you unknowingly stole from me. I believed that if you were out of sight, you would soon be out of mind but as you had my heart, you had also become a thief of my thoughts. Many times, I...I would hear your voice in my head, calling my name as if you were there at my side, as plainly as I can...could... hear my father's. Desperately, my burning eyes would search but you were not there, for it was only my imagination. If only I were not the son of Thranduil, you could see me in the way I see you, the way I will always see you."

The pain in your heart was indescribable, matching the agony of his icy blue orbs as they fixated inside yours that were now filled with tears. He was so very vulnerable and lost.

"What can I do? I cannot bear to see you in such pain that I am the cause of. Legolas, I never meant for any of this to happen. None of this...NONE of this would be happening if..."

You sighed and turned away, aching for Thranduil and still struggling to speak of his death.

"If my father had not died." Legolas said, finishing your sentence with shame.

His guilt of knowing the truth was eating him alive. From the moment Thranduil had ordered him to bring you and Leean to him, claiming he had returned to his true self, the one that loved you more than his own life, Legolas knew it was a lie and now he was more conflicted than ever over doing so and telling you he was alive like Thranduil had given him permission to do. It was merely a ploy to get you to return freely and Legolas was not alright with deceiving you, especially if his other speculation were true. That his father was planning to take Leeanduil from you. Seeing the pain you were in now, Legolas could not bear it either and he knew it would be nothing compared to the suffering you would endure from the new and less improved Elvenking himself. In that moment, he had decided you should not know, not until his father could somehow be healed. If it meant facing his father's wrath for defying him and possibly losing you over concealing the truth, they were risks Legolas would take to ensure both your safety and well being as well as Leean's.

"I deeply apologize Josie. This is the last thing I should have been speaking of, for my feelings are irrelevant and I too, have caused you pain in doing so. It was selfish of me. There are far more pressing matters at hand regarding why I have come."

You wiped your tears, sniffling as you turned back around. "You..you mean that man I healed...Boromir? After I healed him, I had a moment to speak to him before I came to find you. He claims he has important information for me but I felt he should rest first and I told him we could speak over dinner this evening. Legolas, do you know what this is about?"

"I do, yes. I do believe though, Boromir should be the one to tell you."

"Ok...but...Aragorn said he is from Gondor. What could be so important for him to travel all this way? and...how..how did you come across him?"

Legolas knew he couldn't tell you about all the happenings regarding goblin town, so he chose to paraphrase it with a partial truth.

"As you know, Boromir was searching for you, so he was on his way to Mirkwood where he believed you to be and when we learned his reasoning, we accompanied him here."

"I see. God Leggy, so much is happening, I cannot focus anymore on which way to go. With that said, I really should try to find Narcisse. As mad as I am at him, he's in a bad way and we all know nothing good ever comes out of a pissed off warlock, especially him."

"What has him on a war path this time? Enough so to banish Haldir?"

"It's just everything. A lot of his men have been killed by Harker as you know and his brother was badly hurt too, then there's Catherine that he's dealing with."

"That does not have anything to do with Haldir. I should suspect it is out of his jealous tendencies regarding you?"

"It...it doesn't even matter, the reason that is. Would you like to stay with Leean for awhile so I can take care of some things? I would like to check on Bash too. Maybe that's where Stephane went."

Legolas knew you weren't telling him everything, but...the same could be said for him, so he let it go.

"You know you do not need to ask my la...Josie. I will be here when you return."

"Pinky promise?" you giggled with a grin.

"This again." Legolas chuckled. "As you wish."

You both raised your hands and hooked your pinky fingers together, then Legolas did something different this time. He brought his thumb forward, gesturing for you to do the same, so you then pushed your thumb into his.

"There. The deal is sealed."

You laughed and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon. Oh, and Leggy, would you mind changing Leean? She smells stinky. Thanks Legolas!!"

Legolas's eyes bulged and he gulped as you exited.

"Wait...what??"

You chuckled as you rounded the corner and headed to the dining hall where you would ask Lola to go assist the pressed Prince with the tousled task that he had most likely never encountered in his entire three thousand years, for you knew he was probably still standing there in shock, staring down at Leean with gagging eyes.

Your thoughts then once again helped themselves to that of the vampire, King Garrett Lee. You felt like you were lost in space, not knowing what to do in regards to locating him, not knowing if he was alright and it pissed you off even more because he should have never left in the first place. You fell down a fucking hole in the dark forest trying to find him and when you found him, he was going to know just how damn mad you were. But for now, you had to handle things where you were and hope that Amara would possibly come to you. She had to have been aware of your presence. You couldn't just take off again on your own after what happened the first time...at least you shouldn't....so it didn't mean you wouldn't at some point.

After meeting with Lola, she confirmed your theory of Narcisse's whereabouts. He was with his brother Bash, so off you went to hopefully clear the air with the wayward warlock.

Upon knocking on Sebastian's door, there was no answer and all was quiet. In concern, you slowly opened the door to find no sight of Stephane and Bash asleep on the bed.

"B..Bash?" you quietly said which startled the recovering warlock in to a panting awakening.

"I..I'm sorry. It's alright Bash. It's just me. I was looking for Narcisse and was told he was here. I also wanted to see how you were feeling."

Bash slowly worked himself up into a sitting position, cringing in the process as he held his bandaged stomach.

"You're still sore? I'm sorry, I tried my best. You were severely wounded."

"No...no Josie...I mean, yes, it somewhat still stings but it's manageable. Thank you...for all that you did. I surely would be six feet under if it were not for you."

You smiled, unable to not stare at his blazing blue eyes that reminded you so much of Narcisse's. Stephane and Sebastian shared so many similar physical features, their build, the dark hair, their smile and the obvious eyes, but they were far from twins, for Stephane already had one of those, Darken Rahl he went by, whom was deceased and Bash was the little brother of the trio.

"You are very welcome. You should be good as new come morning. Pain around the wound seems to be a temporary side effect. When your brother was similarly injured in the city from that fight, he too suffered some mild discomfort for at least a day after I healed him, although the weapon used upon him was not soaked in wolfsbane like it was for you. I...I should have used the pendant for you since it does the trick, lickity split but my irrational instincts told me to do it myself in the heat of the moment. Thinking straight under extreme pressure is not one of my greater strengths...and this whole healing thing is still quite new to me and don't get me started about my flying mishap."

Bash chuckled as he recalled involuntary and inebriated flying frenzy that Narcisse had to save you from.

"Yes, I heard you became ill yourself from touching me. I am sorry you suffered and am very glad to see you have recovered. What matters is you saved me and for that, I will forever be in your debt my lady.

"Just don't get hurt again and I'll be satisfied. So, do you know where Narcisse is?"

"He went to prepare me something to eat." Bash informed as he made his way to stand and find a shirt to cover his bareness.

"Is that not why he has servants?"

"It is but my brother does have a good heart, believe it or not."

"I..I know he does and it's obvious he cares deeply for you if he is making it himself." you giggled. "Here, why don't you let me help too." you offered, noticing Bash was a bit winded from standing as he leaned on the bed post.

You picked up a shirt that was laying on a chair and brought it to him, then held out the sleeve to help him slide it on. His eyes followed you as his brows furrowed.

"What are you doing?"

"I am helping you to dress. You can hardly stand as it is and honestly, you should not be up just yet."

"Well, if this isn't a typical sight." Stephane seethed as he sat the food tray down and walked right up to you with a piercing stare.

"You cannot make up your mind can you? Who will it be next? My son too?"

"Oh Stephane, stop it. Your paranoia is showing." you retorted with a scowl.

"Paranoia is what you call it after sharing the pleasures of your flesh with me in my bed and then I come to find you the next day in a lip lock with the elven Marchwarden? The same sprite you begged me to be kind to in which I complied because I would have done anything for you. And now here you are with my own bare chested brother, dressing him as if he were not capable of completing such a task himself."

Bash slowly sat down with a slight clearing of his throat and continued to awkwardly button his shirt while seemingly now being invisible to you and his brother.

"You really are too much, you know that? YOU held your compliance for what, not even a week and now you have forced Haldir to leave, knowing Harker is out there using your lands to hunt upon!"

"Please! You speak as if he is not a big boy elf of masterful skills, agility and stealth."

"He may be immortal but he is not invincible! While you, well you don't even want to know what I think you are right now!"

"Oh do tell Josephine, what you think of the man you made passionate love to only 24 hours ago and then continue to tell me why I am not justified in my response to your frolicking with an elf under MY roof."

"Well I certainly wouldn't call you a man!" you irrationally snapped, just as you had explained to Bash only moments ago about your tendencies to not react well under pressure. Your words stung Stephane and you instantly regretted them, for you knew he was right. He was validated for his anger and his pain. You should have been explaining what happened and apologizing, but instead, you played the victim. As justified as Narcisse was, he was not justified in sending Haldir away.

"Well..." he lamented. "I should have seen it all along. You told me once that I scared you, that you don't trust me. Do you remember that? I certainly do. It has long since been etched in my mind. And I told you that I would never hurt you, that I would protect you. Do you remember what you said to me after that? You asked me who was going to protect you from me. It would seem you see me as nothing but a monster. Does that quite sum it up?"

"No...no of course not. I'm sorry ok? I say stupid things, AS do you when I'm angry. Those things, yes I remember saying them...but I didn't know you yet just as you blatantly told me I didn't. I don't feel that way now and...I didn't mean to say you were less than a man. And that kiss you saw with Haldir...it meant nothing."

"Maybe stupid, naive, and gullible would have been a better choice of words for what you think of me then? I mean, were you not also just go out risking your life in the dangers of the dark forest all alone with not one thought of anyone else, just to find that filthy bloodsucker you love when you have a target on your back?? And who was there to protect you, to save you from yourself?? That would be me. And yet, you STILL wanted Haldir to care for you when I returned with you in my arms so do not stand here and insult my intelligence by telling me that kiss meant nothing when I know of your history with Haldir... or that Garrett is not the one who truly holds your heart over all of us. You could have used the extra protection and safety my love would have offered but it was never good enough. It never will be."

"So you go ahead. You run back to the one who always breaks his promises and leaves you, the one you cried your eyes out over when you thought he was dead, the one Haldir and I both caught you kissing, the dangerous vampire who tried to kill your beloved Thranduil and who ripped out my guard's throat before your very foolish eyes. My eyes have been foolish too, but no more."

Narcisse turned to leave, until your words ceased his steps.

"Your guards were going to rape me and kill me and your son!" you protested as tears now ran down your face. "You speak of others as dangerous as if you are not a dangerous man yourself."

He then spun around and spoke most vehemently.

"Ahhh, a hypocrite I suppose I am as well. You have many truths to face and here's a harsh one for you little girl. The world's a dangerous place! And one day you will wish you had me to protect you from it."

Off Narcisse stormed, slamming the door behind him as you slid down into a chair and cried into your hands.

"I...I am sorry Josie. I did not mean to cause you any trouble with my brother." Bash bemoaned.

"No.." you sniffled and angrily wiped your tears. "It is not your fault. Narcisse...he..he just misunderstood...again..and he's too damn stubborn to see it."

"Forgive me for asking, and please, tell me to piss off if I am overstepping...but...what is it that you feel for my brother? I...I know him quite well and in all of my years, I have never seen him like this...in love that is. Do you...feel the same way for him or is it the vampire you love as he insinuated?"

You have not even admitted to yourself what you felt for Garrett so you certainly were not going to tell Stephane's own brother of your feelings.

"I...I umm...well....piss off." you snapped in frustration and then stormed out too.

Bash sighed sat down to eat when he heard a commotion of crows outside of his balcony door. It was nothing to be of concern over, for crows were a normal visitor there, but something felt off to the intuitive warlock.

He slipped on a jacket, for the December breeze was quite crisp, and when he got to the doors, he could see something ominous through the window panes. Dozens of dead blackbirds laid scattered about the stone terrace floor. As he then walked outside, he could feel it. The evil....for he had once been up, close and personal with it only days ago.

"He is near."

#lee pace #king thranduil #thranduil and josie #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil #the elvenking #fantasies #fairytales #magic #love stories #dark fiction #dark fairytales #dark stories #witches #warlocks #vampires #elves #garrett twilight #vampire fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #orlando bloom #anna popplewell #torrance coombs #craig parker #lord narcisse #stephane narcisse

[kalira]

Fandom Year in Review (2023)

It's the very last day of 2023, which means it's time for my annual look back and some number-crunching with my AO3 stats and writing over the year!

(Before I get to setting next year's goals and back to writing before midnight, of course! ;))

I posted 142 new stories to AO3 this year!

Fewer than last year but still quite a respectable number (especially given I dropped off posting every single day after October this year - I kept it up for 1,675 days straight, or 55 complete months!).

Those stories were in 33 fandoms, 14 of them new, and featured 43 ships (not counting gen relationships), 18 of them new!

I posted a total of 319,688 words to AO3 this year!

By way of events, I participated in:

the Three Sentence Ficathon

my own Valentine's Spectacular

@domaystic

Small Fandoms Fest

@kakashiweek

@whumptober (completionist again!)

NejiHina Week hosted by @nejihinata

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I started 3 new minific collections, those being:

Dog-sensei & Sparklepuppy (Naruto; Kakashi & Sakura)

Tales from the Fishbowl (Kingyou-hime)

Sailing in Stars and Shadow (Captain Harlock)

All three of which are mainly to corral my 3SFs for those various themes/ships.

I posted 190 minifics in total!

Minific breakdown:

Captain Harlock~ ❧14 minifics

Castlevania~ ❧5 minifics

Chronicles of Narnia~ ❧8 minifics

Greek mythology~ ❧8 minifics

Kamisama Kiss~ ❧9 minifics

Kingyou-hime~ ❧17 minifics

Labyrinth~ ❧gen - 8 minifics ❧Jareth/Sarah - 3 minifics

Naruto~ ❧Dog-sensei & Sparklepuppy - 26 minifics ❧HashiIzu - 1 minific ❧HashiMito - 3 minifics ❧KakaSaku - 4 minifics ❧KakaShisui - 10 minifics ❧MadaTobi - 35 minifics ❧SakuOro - 19 minifics ❧SakuOro (angst) - 6 minifics

SK8 ❧MatchaBlossom - 6 minifics

Tiger & Bunny~ ❧Keith/Agnes - 8 minifics

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Fandom & Ship Breakdown

(look for the ✧ denoting the new ones)

Alexander (2004) ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Alexander/Hephaistion ✧ ~ 1 story

Aristocats ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Thomas/Duchess ✧ ~ 1 story

Avatar: the Last Airbender ~ 1 story ❧Zuko/Sokka ~ 1 story

Avatar ~ 1 story ❧Jake/Tsu'tey ~ 1 story

Boys Over Flowers ~ 3 stories ❧Ji Hoo/Jun Pyo ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Yi Jung/Woo Bin/Ga Eul ✧ ~ 2 stories

Bread, Love, and Dreams ✧ ~ 2 stories ❧Majun/Takgu ✧ ~ 2 stories

Buffy the Vampire Slayer ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Spike/Drusilla ✧ ~ 1 story

Captain Harlock ~ 6 stories ❧Harlock/Yama ~ 6 stories ❧Kei/Yattaran ~ 1 story

Carmilla ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Laura/Carmilla ✧ ~ 1 story

Castlevania ~ 2 stories ❧Alucard/Trevor ~ 2 stories

CATS ~ 1 story ❧Tugger/Misto ~ 1 story

Choco Milk Shake ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Jung Woo/Choco/Milk ✧ ~ 1 story

Epic ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Tara/Ronin ✧ ~ 1 story

Hellboy II ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Nuada/Nuala ✧ ~ 1 story

Kagen no Tsuki ~ 7 stories ❧Adam/Mizuki ~ 7 stories ❧Masaki/Hotaru ✧ ~ 1 story

Kamisama Kiss ~ 1 story ❧Tomoe/Akura Ou ~ 1 story

Kingyou Hime ✧ ~ 2 stories ❧Keisuke/Kingyou-kun ✧ ~ 2 stories

Marginal Prince ~ 2 stories ❧Red/Henri ~ 2 stories

Mary Stayed Out All Night ~ 1 story ❧Jung In/Mu Gyul/Mary ~ 1 story

Moon Child ~ 68 stories ❧gen ~ 47 stories ---specifically Kei & Sho ~ 42 stories ❧Kei/Sho ~ 18 stories ❧Sho/Yi-Che ~ 3 stories

Naruto ~ 14 stories ❧gen ~ 7 stories ❧KakaSaku ~ 3 stories ❧KakaTenzou ~ 1 story ❧NejiHina ~ 1 story ❧SakuOro ~ 2 stories

Sea Shanties/Drunken Sailor ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Drunken Sailor/Captain's Daughter ✧ ~ 1 story

Sex Pistols ~ 3 stories ❧Yonekuni/Shiro ~ 3 stories

SK8 ~ 8 stories ❧MatchaLoveBlossom (Adam/Joe/Cherry) ~ 1 story ❧Eden (Adam/Langa) ~ 1 story ❧Adam/Tadashi ✧ ~ 2 stories ❧MatchaBlossom ~ 4 stories

Suzume no Tojimari ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Souta/Suzume ✧ ~ 1 story

The Moon Embracing the Sun ~ 1 story ❧Lee Hwon/Woon ~ 1 story

Tiger & Bunny ~ 3 stories ❧Keith/Agnes ~ 3 stories

Tight-Rope ~ 1 story ❧Ryuu/Nao ~ 1 story

Underworld ~ 1 story ❧Lucian/Sonja ~ 1 story

Valdemar ~ 1 story ❧Lavan/Kalira ~ 1 story

Van Helsing ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Dracula/Velkan ✧ ~ 1 story

Xena ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Xena/Gabrielle ✧ ~ 1 story

Yuri on Ice ✧ ~ 1 story ❧Otabek/Yuri ✧ ~ 1 story

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. . .and there's my look back on 2023! I explored new things and fell (unexpectedly deeply, perhaps) into some beloved old ones, tried to curtail my impulses on driving too hard on events while still participating and having fun. . .

Of course as always I have many things in the works (a moon-cycle-related project for all of 2024, my upcoming 7th year of doing my Valentine's Spectacular, a dark and twisty longfic. . .) and I'll be back soon! Maybe even with a new story tomorrow? We'll see!

Regardless, I'll always be around on AO3 and I'm sure not going anywhere!

Happy New Year!

~Kalira

#Fandom Year in Review #AO3 #AO3 Year in Review #year in review #ships #fandoms #about Kalira's writing #numbers

[viva-la-runaway]

Info about me!

~~ Basics ~~

You can call me Ally, or Viva. Either is fine.

I'm 18, bisexual (taken), and I'm a self-taught artist!

I post fanart as well as oc art. My Discord and Instagram are: viva_la_runaway. It's the same as my Tumblr username, so it's not hard to find! I'm more active on there, if you guys want to check out my art.

Dni: Homophobes, minors, proship, zoophiles, pedos, ableists, racists, etc.

~~ Hyperfixations/Fandoms ~~

Here are a few of my fandoms that I hyperfixate on! I went ahead and put down how common it is for these hyperfixations to be active because sometimes certain ones come back much more than others do. :)

Hellboy (common)

Pacific Rim (common)

Portal (common)

Hlvrai (common)

The Stanley Parable (common)

Fnaf (semi-common)

Jazzpunk (common)

Eddsworld (uncommon)

Undertale (very uncommon)

Arcane (semi-common)

Detroit: become human (uncommon)

Overwatch (uncommon)

Don't hug me I'm scared (uncommon)

Tf2 (semi-common)

Crash box (uncommon)

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets (semi-common)

Ocs (common)

Twd (uncommon)

Mlp (semi-common)

Venom (semi-common)

Punch-Out (uncommon)

South Park (uncommon)

Minecraft (uncommon)

Invader Zim (uncommon)

SCP Foundation (uncommon)

~~ Hobbies/Interests ~~

I'm into arts and crafts! I mainly draw digitally, but sometimes I paint, and I plan to start making fur suits soon!

I love to roleplay and talk about my hyperfixations. Talking about headcanons is an excellent way for me to connect with others!

I‘m a multishipper with most of my fandoms, but sometimes I'm more set and stone, depending on the fandom.

A warning to anyone who may end up befriending me: I go on rants. Typically, they're happy rants about my hyperfixations. For example, my girlfriend had to sit through a 10-minute rant about me explaining all the reasons why Prince Nuada is the best Hellboy villain and even one of my all-time favorite villains.

Just…Don’t mention 2019 Hellboy around me. That sparks a not-so-happy rant session. I hate that movie…….

I fucking LOVE aquatic life. Sm.

~~ Roleplay rules ~~

For those who are interested in roleplaying with me, here's some basic stuff to keep in mind.

I do NOT allow:

Mentions of SA, SH, gr*oming, or anything like that. Dead dove stuff is a no-no.

Acting out domestic abuse. Mentions of it is fine, but I will not roleplay it.

Characters randomly getting terminally ill. I lost my dad to cancer, and believe it or not, people have tried forcing it into roleplays before without asking me about it.

Killing off important characters without asking first.

Controlling my character is a no-no. If you need my character to do something for the sake of your reply, please tell me ooc.

I roleplay on Discord, and I do not roleplay with people under the age of 18.

Script roleplay.

Op characters. Strong, yes, op, no.

I DO allow:

Smut/NSFW. The plot can't surround it completely, though.

Double ups.

Gore and violence (to a certain extent)

Angst.

B x B, B x G, G x G, and Poly relationships.

Canon x Canon is preferred. I only do OC roleplays with people I'm close to.

Etc.

I encourage:

Communication ooc. Talking about plot points, headcanons, and potential scenes is a lot of fun for me!

Expressive roleplay is excellent. Don't be scared to hold back character personalities! If my character says something your character would hate, don't hesitate to have them rebel! I love it when people get super in character during roleplay!

If you want to draw a scene from the roleplay, idm that, too! I may even draw scenes from roleplays!

Don't be shy when talking ooc! I still like to make conversation when I'm too tired to roleplay!

I love creativity and descriptiveness. You don't ALWAYS need to be at 100%, though! Don't feel pressured to write extremely long replies if you're too tired or just don't know what to say.

I think that's about it. Thank you for reading! I hope to make some friends here. ❤️

#about me #profile intro #roleplay rules #roleplay #roleplay request #1x1 roleplay #fandoms

[madamebaggio]

“Your people have hunted and slaughtered my people for centuries.” He raged at her. “If that wasn’t enough, they’ve destroyed the forests that are our homes! And we should just take it all?”

“When did this become your people against my people?” Gretel demanded. “I thought we were past that!”

“We will never be past that, human.” He sneered at her. “Your life is a blink of an eye to me. And it means even less than that.”

Her punch was a reflex, one she might regret later, because it proved his point to a degree, but Gretel was tired of his mercurial moods and being treated as a bug by him.

“Then you won’t mind if I leave.” She threw at him.

“What are you waiting for?” He scoffed as he massaged his jaw.

***

Notes: Remember you can always find more about the Fleet here.

#madame baggio #crackship fleet #crackship #CrossOver #Crossover Pairings #snippet #Angst March #gifs not mine #hansel and gretel witch hunters #hellboy the golden army #gretel #prince nuada #gretel x prince nuada #about elves and witch hunters

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Imagine Prince Nuada wanting to kill humans because they hurt you

Genre- angst/fluff

Warnings- mention of anxiety and PTSD

!Disclaimer!- I do not own Hellboy 2, Mike Mignola does

“The humans will pay for what they did to my wife, they marred her beautiful skin and tore apart her soul.” You clung onto Nuada like he was your lifeline. Only his soothing heartbeats lulled your troubled heart. He clung back to you his pressing hold keeping you firmly against his side whilst he placed a loving kiss upon your trembling lips.

#Hellboy 2 #prince nuada #prince nuada x reader #angst #fluff #gif

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

reader fem is not worthy of the love of nuada and decides to break up with him, because she is only a mere mortal, a weak being and still a human being, and he is the ONE prince (king in fact with the death of his father) of royalty , but not accepted and confronted by the reason for this decision (you decided the end) (little anguish never hurts)  

When I say I got inspired by this request that I couldn't keep it simple. Fair warning the full story is around 10K word, But after asking the others they said it was best to do it in 2 parts.

I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Self hate, Bullying, Angst with happy ending, Grammatical Error.

Word Count: 6,233

Part 2

You still didn't believe how you ended up with Nuada as your boyfriend.

Like many people in the organization you had a big crush on the Elf prince, at first, it was because of his unusual beauty but as time passed with him working alongside Red and the others you saw the many sides of him that he was hiding behind the façade of a grumpy elf. The kind look he has when he is around his sister or the friendly competitive self he shows whenever he trains with Hellboy or the small joy he shows when the Dogs who were brought along on a mission abandoned the original master and hurried to tackle Nuada as if he was a long lost master. However, just you were observing him and falling in love from afar Nuada was doing the same thing towards you, you were in shock the first day he interacted with you wishing to know you more and build a somewhat relationship with you, thinking he only wanted to be friends you welcomed him and started to interact more with him, it wasn't until he saw you talk with a coworker did he step forward and made his intentions clear for you, your coworker had a habit of playful flirting but Nuada mistook it for an honest one and scared the poor guy away.

When a handsome creature like Nuada comes to you, confessing his feelings and asking to be your lover, others would jump with joy and scream "Yes!" as they threw themselves into his arms. You, however, told him that you needed time to think, which made him anxious that he did something wrong or misunderstood your small glances, when in fact you were the one who was not sure if you deserved him. You had bad relationships in your life most of them affected your self-esteem and made you question your self-worth. Thanks to Liz, who encouraged and assured you that Nuada was different than the others, that even though he is a worrier he is still a prince with manners and respect towards others.

And so here you were in a serious 3-year relationship with Nuada, true to Liz's words the prince proved time and time again that he was the perfect boyfriend. Taking care of you when sick or injured, makes sure to gifts you with flowers that held secret meaning behind them like red roses that meant "I love you", or the white camellias that mean "You're adorable", or Coral roses which never failed to make you blush for it was a subtle way of telling you he desired you, which leads to another reason you loved him for and that is asking for your consent. When he is about to act on something that would affect both of you whether it was bedroom-related or otherwise, he'd ask you first if you approve. Truth be told there were be times when the two of you would get into fights, but what is a good relationship without a few ups and downs, it brought you even closer.

Aside from working for the P.B.R.D Nuada also had his responsibility towards his people and so every few weeks he'd be allowed to visit the Bethmoora clan for a few days where he will check on the progress of his people and fix any problems that had shown in his absence. Nuala would usually accompany him which is expected since she is also the princess of the clan, that's why you were surprised when a week before his departure to his clan Nuada came to you with a question.

"Would you accompany me to my Bethmoora?"

"Huh?" You were in the middle of writing a report, so the question surprised you. "You want me to go with you?"

"Yes." With such a passive look as he waited for your answer.

"I…I would gladly go with you, but why so suddenly?" You asked confused. "Is Nuala unable to go with you?"

"Yes, but that isn't the only reason why I wish you to come with me." He said earning a curious look from you as you abandoned your work giving your complete attention. "I want you to see my world, my people, my home, to be part of it as much as I have been part of your own."

Your eyes slightly widened because as he said those words a gentle look crossed his golden eyes as he extended his hand for your to take. You wanted to hold his hand you really did, but you didn't act on it, you even averted your eye from him to stare at your lap instead, which made Nuada's hand drop slightly before slowly taking it away.

"I did not mean to force you into anything, sorry if I was moving too fast." He said before turning to leave but you grasped his hand stopping him.

"You are not!" You said hurriedly making him turn to look at your panicked face, which didn't settle right with him.

Nuada knelt in front of you and cupped your face in his hands to get a better look at you, his golden eyes scanning your features making you avert your eyes in embarrassment feeling as if he was staring right into you.

"Nin mel, What is troubling you?" He asked cautiously not to frighten you, you leaned into his touch, his rough hands bringing you great comfort. You were quiet for a while before finally having the courage to look at him to answer.

"I'm just nervous…" You said. "Meeting your people is a big step for me, I know it was inevitable to happen, but it didn't make me worried less."

Nuada just smiled lightly at your words, his thumps caressed your cheeks slightly, as his eyes softened.

"There is no reason for you to worry, Nin emel." He assured as he kissed your forehead. "for I'm sure my people will love you as much as I love you."

You gave him a weak smile, which he returned before excusing himself to leave so he can make preparations. As he leaves the smile slips from your face, then your turned back facing your work but didn't continue any of it, deciding to just stare at the paper as your mind pondered on what you should do. You loved Nuada, you truly did, but you still couldn't shake the feeling that you don't deserve him, despite his past sins Nuada did prove that deep down he is a great person, that somehow ended up wanting you for a lover, and now asking you to go with him to meet his people, which is a huge step. You did meet Nuala, spend a lot of time with her even before you and Nuada started dating, and when she learned of your relationship she immediately referred to you as a sister before enveloping you in a hug. But now you are going to meet thousands of other elves for the first time, who will have to recognize you, a human, as their Future King's lover and treat you as such.

You could already feel your anxiety rising from those thoughts alone. you shock your head forcing those thoughts away because you needed to take this step for Nuada.

---

You spent your one week of preparation with Nuala who taught you everything you need to know or do around the people, what to say and what to say, which was mostly to leave the talking to Nuada and when confronted to give small and simple answers. Her teachings made you feel uneasy about what to come as if she knows something and is preparing you for it, she did assure you that you'd like the clan, but that still didn't shake the feeling of something being off, other than that you stayed alert.

For some reason, Nuada was still not trusted to leave the organization without some kind of security around him, not to protect him but more of to keep a watch over him, and even though you were with him they still didn't trust Nuada disappearing on them for you could be "persuaded" as manning put it, by Nuada and cover for him or even leave with him. But the prince stayed calm and allowed them to come along with the both of you.

On your way, Nuada was telling you of everything he had prepared for you, fineries like fruits which are rare to humans, special perfumes that are hand made, along with soap and other hygiene that were handmade, dresses and so many more that would fill the room.

"You didn't have to do all that!" You said feeling both flattered and embarrassed by how far he went to attend to your needs, even though you brought your own clothes ad other products. Nuada just shook his head.

"Nin rís, Deserves only the best." He said and he lifted your hand to kiss, but you gave him a curious look.

"Is that a new word?" You asked, and he grinned proudly of your preservation.

"It is." He confirmed not giving any more information so you pressed.

"What does it mean?"

The prince pretended to think about it for a moment before looking back at you.

"It is for me to know and you to find out." He said with a shrug making you glare at him causing him to chuckle slightly.

It was a game between you two, him giving you a nickname in Elvish and you have to find out what it means without going to anyone for help, especially Nuala. First was "Nin mel" which means "My love", when you learned it you didn't help the stupid grin, or when you learned what " Nin emel " means which was "My heart". There were others but he said these two the most. And now he seems he found a new word, that you had to wait until you returned to the organization to properly translate it.

"I forgot to ask." You said earning his attention again, you tried to hide your blush. "It's kind of a weird question, but Is your room going to be close to mine?"

Your question made him grin mischievously, before he leaned in, close enough to whisper into your ear.

"You will be sharing my room, Nin rís." He answered almost heatedly, making you squirm a little in your seat.

You were anxious about meeting his people, but now a bit excited.

---

You were in awe by the warm greeting that waited for you.

Golden petals falling from the sky as you walked through the underground castle gates, clear line in front of you to walk through as the people of Bethmoora cheered and bowed for the return of Nuada. You and the couple of agents that accompanied you followed Nuada as he made his way through, waving his hand a few times and given courteous that followed a smile, which showed how he appreciated the celebration and is happy to be back. Your eyes darted around never focusing on one area as you were so astonished by everything, You met other supernatural creatures, that is true, but most of them you fought and helped kill or imprison, but the only ones whom you actually befriended were only Red and Abe, but you have also Nuala and Nuada who is more than just a friend. You slowed your footsteps so you could get a bit closer to the agents trailing behind you.

"Isn't this place magnificent?" You asked loud enough for only them to hear, eyes still glued to the structure of the world around you. "I'm jealous of you guys being able to come here every month."

"Speak of yourself (Y/n)." Answered one with a low grunt.

"Yeah, I am more than happy to trade my place with you next time." Another agreed.

Their answers threw you off by how hostile they sounded, you thought they were just one of the few who still hate Nuada, which would explain why they were not as enchanted with the clan as you were. Titling your head slightly to look at them as you lightly lectured by how immature they sounded, however, you stopped when you saw them do their best to avert their gaze from the Elves around them as they continued forward. Your brows furrowed in confusion at their action and so you turned to look at the cheering people around you, you thought nothing is wrong they were all happy faces until their eyes landed on you and the agents behind you, their eyes looked at you with pure disgust. You almost tripped on your own footing from shock if you hadn't caught yourself first, But Nuada noticed and stopped momentarily for you so he can wrap an arm around your waist.

"Is something bothering you, Nin mel." He asked in a whisper only for you, which made you realize that you had a troubled look on your face, quickly replacing it with a smile.

"I.. I'm fine…" You assured. "Just nervous is all."

Nuada searched your face for a moment for any lies before nodding to you and encouraging you to move forward this time keeping you beside him, his grip around your waist firm but comforting. You would have enjoyed this moment with him if you didn't catch the glances of those who once looked upon you with disgust, now replaced with great fury.

---

You were sitting on a chair beside the fireplace in Nuada's room, which as he promised was filled with gifts and luxuries items for you to use and enjoy. Your mind, however, was racing over what you saw earlier. It didn't get better when Nuada introduced you as his lover, they welcomed you warmly making you feel at ease but when Nuada was forced away to attend to an urgent matter the smiles turned into a scowl of disdain as they turned on their heel and left you alone in the hall while grumbling something along the lines of "Filthy Humans". You stayed in your colleagues' room with them, before Nuada came looking for you.

"Why are you here?" He asked confused, you were also confused. "I thought you would be waiting for me in my room."

"Well, I-"

"She said she wanted to be with her friends, Your Majesty." A maid interrupted the same maid who turned her back on you and left you alone before your colleagues got you. "I was about to lead her to your chambers as you ordered but she told me that she wished to be with her friends."

You were in shock by her smooth lie, what shocked you, even more, is that Nuada believed her. He leads you himself to his room as he assured you that there is no reason for you to be nervous, assuming that it was the reason why you wanted to be with your colleagues more. You wanted to tell him that you were left alone and got lost before your friends found you, how every time you tried to seek help you were ignored, how your friends were the ones who found you and brought you to their room.

The front door opened and you straightened yourself thinking it was Nuada, but it was only a female elf who looked to be a noble, followed by another 4 elf maids, each one carrying an item. You were surprised by how they just barged into the room without knocking, you stood and stood behind the chair for protection, your actions only made the noble Elf roll her eyes in annoyance.

"King Nuada had instructed us to prepare you for a ball that is happening later this evening." She said in a bored-like fashion, clearly being forced to do so.

You came from behind the chair feeling better than you weren't in danger but the restlessness was still there for you now was stuck in a room with these Elf who hated your guts for simply being a human. They started to settle in setting-up boxes, which were filled with beauty items that seemed old styled, not like the ones you were used to, another box carried a matching set of jewelry that looked like a line of vine flowers, with each flower holding your birthstone, then finally (F/c) Gown that was meant to be worn by royalty. You knew it was Nuada's doing, which made a small smile to show on your face, But that moment was cut short when the noble elf noticed your joy, which annoyed her greatly.

"Set down. so we may try and make you decent enough for the ball." She said as she looked you up and down. "And from what I see it would take a long while."

Her words hurt and made you feel self-conscious, You were already insecure about your appearance, and being told that by beautiful Elf made it worst. It made the old questions return of how did Nuada end up with you and why did he still want you. You made your way to set in front of the mirror so they may start doing whatever they needed to do, You saw her come to stand behind you as she started the items she needed first.

"I… I appreciate you helping to prepare for the party." You managed to say with a smile, hoping that by showing kindness she would be less hostile, but it didn’t.

"You should be." She shot back as her frown deepened. "I am used to working on only those of true beauty and class, but here I am grooming his majesty's pet, if he didn't personally ask for my exceptional work I would never even be this near to you, let alone touch you."

With that you shut your mouth and said nothing not even daring to look at her as she started to brush your hair, hearing her grumbling something in Elvish every time she meets a tangle or unsatisfied with something. You wanted to slap her hand away, to run out of the room and search for Nuada, to throw yourself into his arms as you begged him to take you back home. But you stayed in your place, closed your eyes as you forced yourself to endure it as you imagined yourself in a better place hoping for this moment to be gone fast.

---

Nuada at on his throne as he was overlooking the ball in boredom that he did not allow to show, every few minutes a couple of nobles would step forward to welcome him personally while resighting how much they missed him and are looking forward to the day when he would return permanently. He would just return the respect and give short and simple answers to any question thrown at him, there were those female Elves who flirted with him or a couple who represented their daughter to him with many praises of the beauty and talent she holds, and the advisor near him did not make it any easier to deal with them as he keeps reminding him that he was still unwed and shot consider securing a wife whom he'll return after he had served his crimes.

Nuada ignored them all, not because he wasn't thinking about marriage but because he already had you by his side. He still remembers the reaction of his advisors upon learning of his human lover, some congratulated him with sincerity, others faked it, and there were those who pulled him to the side and tell him of how the family pure bloodline would be ruined since his dear sister already choose a humanoid amphibious man for a mate, they didn't push as much pressure on her as they did him because "She is a Female", which angered Nuada for several reasons. First, they weren't some dumb animals to care about such thing as breeding, second, It was their own choice on who to spend the rest of their life with, and lastly, and most importantly, just because she is a female his sister will not be looked down upon. He saw this enough from rotten humans and to witness it among his own people disgusted him.

He still stood his ground ignoring any advances of changing his mind about his dear (Y/n), Nuada thought as he gently patted the item in his pocket.

The double doors opened and he noticed how the ballroom suddenly grew quieter except for the music that continued playing. He immediately knew that it meant his human guests have arrived, it happened ever since he came back with the human agents with him and invited them to these parties. Nuada looked up to search for one particular human and there you were. The other humans were wearing black suits and were standing in the middle like a true radiant gem, Nuada was already thinking so highly of you but seeing you dress like a true member of Royalty filled him with great delight. The prince stood up, ignoring the shocked glances from his advisors and the nobles, and hurried to your direction, which wasn’t difficult for everyone to step away from his path. It didn’t take long for you to notice him, you looked away timidly as a small blush started showing across your cheeks. You looked adorable.

When Nuada finally stood in front of you he drank up your appearance not able to hold back the smile that crossed his face, feeling as excited as a child, because you were here with him, among his people and in his home. He always dreaded these balls for he was always meant to keep an appearance for his people, but now that you are here he won’t. He offered his hand, causing you to finally meet his golden eyes.

“Would you join me?” He finally asked. You were hesitant for a moment before accepting his hand with a smile and a nod.

Nuada nodded back, holding your hand tight to his, he looked up to the other agents and started welcoming them to the ball and tell them to enjoy themselves and if there was anything they needed to come to him personally. They just nodded and one of them murmured something under his breath but Nuada didn’t notice, too infatuated by you to realize any detail. He hooked his arm with yours before guiding you through the crowd to reach his throne, which had a small seat beside him that he asked for just for you. He noticed how your grip slightly tightened around his forearm, when he glanced to the side he saw you looking down, then around him, and saw how everyone was staring at them. Nuada suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and instead placed his other hand over your trampling one, you still didn’t look at him but your trembling has calmed and your shoulders weren’t as tense.

“Don’t mind them and focus only on me.” He whispered so only you could hear him and he saw how your head gave the smallest nod of understanding.

As you reached his throne he guided you to your seat, not settling in his own throne until he made sure that you were comfortable. When he finally sat down he noticed that most guests were still staring, which annoyed him greatly, and this time he did not bother to hide it.

"This is a party, is it not?"

He said, his voice loud and almost threatening, silently ordering them to mind their own business, which they do hurriedly turning their head back to their conversation partner. Nuada let out an annoyed sigh before turning back to give his attention to you but you were looking around anxiously.

" Nin mel, What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"I shouldn't be here." You said still not looking at him deciding to look at your lap.

His brows furrowed at your answer in worry, he reached his hand to yours but you stopped when you flinched away slightly, the act stings him but didn't stop him as he took your hand to his, relieved that you didn't flinch away this time he intertwined your fingers together and leaned so that no one may hear you both.

"What are you saying?" He asked.

You opened your mouth but did not answer, biting your lower lip to forbid anything to come out, and turned your head away from him. When Nuada was about to press the matter he stopped when he noticed that your ear was… gleaming slightly. Curious he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear, ignoring the small gasp of yours and his eyes widen at what he saw. Your ear was decorated with a tinkering-like earing with a pointy tip, giving your ear shape like an Elf's ear, he would not have been as upset if it wasn't for the clear redness of your ear being forced into it.

"Stay still."

He said before he reached forward, making sure not to hurt you as loosened the iron piece from around your ear, you were tense as he did his work and finally removed the piece Completely, but he wasn't done yet, he gently moved your head to face him as he worked on the other piece, he could feel your eyes on him judging by your rise of tension he looked livid, which was an understatement for how he truly feels. When your ears were finally free he started to gently rub them hoping to relieve some pain from you, which seemed to work. He wanted to you who dared to force you into such a thing, but he already knew his answer.

"I will punish that woman severely." He murmured to himself but you heard him for you quickly took his hands into your hand and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Don’t'!" You said with such a fearful look, which raised his anger.

"Why shouldn't I?" He asked trying to keep his temper at bay.

"Your majesty." An advisor interrupts you both with a look of worry.

"What?" Nuada snaps at him.

The advisor flinches but doesn't say anything, instead, he gestures with his eyes at the crowd that has been keeping a close eye on them and others who weren't there before a bit too close to eavesdrop. Nuada wanted nothing more than to stand up and ordered everybody out before demanding that the noble elf who was in charge of taking care of his beloved be brought to him. However, His (Y/n) already went through enough that she probably would never want to come back, so gritting his teeth Nuada instructed the advisor to tell the orchestra to change the music signaling the start of a new dance, which thankfully happens soon enough. Couples started to gather in the middle and everyone standing by watching, taking the chance of their distraction Nuada, whose hand still holding yours took you away from seeing eyes to a more private room. Closing the door behind him Nuada finally turned to face you, he could see you fidgeting in your place like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. There was silence for a while, neither of you knew how to start this conversation, but after taking one last deep sigh to calm himself, Nuada finally broke it.

"Why did you keep quiet and allowed that woman to treat you like that?" You kept silent, so he continued. "Did you think that I was the one who ordered her to force you like that?"

"Of course not!" You Finally answered. "I know you would never treat me so harshly."

"Then why?" He pressed walking closer to you and fortunately you didn’t move or flinch away as he took your hands into his, brushing his thumb over your palm to comfort you. "Please tell me."

"I…I wanted to…to…" You stutter trying to collect your words.

"To what?" He pressed. "To be treated harshly and demeaned."

You opened your mouth to say something but only small whimpers came out and then tears started to escape your eyes. The anger immediately slipped from his face and replace with worry as you continued to cry, desperately trying to wipe away the tears from your face to no avail. Felling a great bang of guilt for making his love cry, Nuada enveloped you in a hug in hopes of comforting you but it didn't work as you buried your face in his chest and continued to cry. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet words into your ears assuring that he wasn't angry with you, that he loved you greatly.

Unaware that you weren't crying for his outburst but rather the great insecurity you felt after spending time with the noble elf, her comments still echos in your head.

"I don't understand of all the woman in the world he chooses a human for a lover."

"How did you seduce him?... Not with your non-existent beauty, I can assure that."

"You are cowering away? HAH!.. No beauty nor personality."

"I must admit defeat since no matter how much I try you are still ugly, maybe because of those ears of yours, let me fix that."

"No matter how much you try to improve yourself, whether it was from outside and inside, you will never be worthy of our King."

"It is only a matter of time."

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It has been 3 days since the incident and Nuada have done his best to make it up to you and cheer you up by giving you access to the royal library, he showed you the garden and gave you seeds, which are rare and safe to humans for you to plant and care for, brought you dresses and jewels that you can take back with you home, and never forget the heated nights that were full of passioned love that the memory alone made you blush furiously. The list could go forever. However, even though you appreciated all of his actions and the fun you had together, every new memory or knowledge you earned did little to help you forget the low comments and the stares thrown at you. A knock on the door pulls you out of your train of thoughts, remembering that you were in Nuada's room. When the person knocked again, you had flashbacks to when the female elf just waltz in and destroyed you with her words. You wanted to ignore whoever was on the other side but you couldn't for the act will give Nuada a bad image among his people. So you reluctantly went to open the door, and to your both relief and distress it wasn't the woman but rather one of Nuada's advisors. When he saw you he gave a gentle smile.

"May I come in?" He asked politely.

"N…Nuada isn't here." You said thinking he was here to meet the elf prince, but he only chuckled.

"Thank you for the information but I'm here to meet you." He said in an almost delighted tone which was strange since he always looked serious. "So?... May I?"

Unsure of what you should do and afraid of acting rude you stepped away allowing the advisor enough space for him to walk in as he made his way to the seats near the fireplace, you closed the door and followed. When he reached there he did no set, rather gesturing to a single-seat, silently asking you to set down, you didn't follow keeping your guards up. He noticed that.

"Oh don't worry Miss (Y/n), I am only here to talk about an important matter…" He said his demeanor becoming serious but you didn't move, so he added. "… Concerning His majesty."

Hearing that it's about Nuada you slowly made your way to the seat with a worried look, afraid that something is wrong.

"Is Nuada ok?" You finally asked. He just smiled again.

"The King is in his best healthy no need to worry your pretty little head." He assures.

"Then… why did you want to talk about him?" You asked confused.

The Elf paused for a moment his back is facing you.

"Miss (Y/n)…" He started. "Are you aware that King Nuada is planning to ask your hand in marriage?"

Your eyes were wide open at his question, waiting for him to correct himself, or say that it was a mere joke, but has he turned to look at you his face was stoic, showing no hint of a lie.

"I can tell from your shocked appearance that you had no clue." You didn't answer, he continued. "Well, let me tell you that he was planning to propose to you for a long time, he chooses the late queen's ring, which I had kept sealed away until recently when the King came asking for it. You could imagine the shock and delight we felt when he finally came forward and informed us that he choose a queen to stand by him…"

Your face heated up at the idea of Nuada telling everyone while preparing how to do it. suddenly his odd behavior is starting to make sense. When he has been asked Hellboy of his wedding to Liz, how he has been trying to help with the twins, which was funny, the way he had been holding your hand while gently massaging your fingers.

"He told us that he had been planning to ask for your hand during the ball night." He continued.

Your face suddenly switched into a horrifying realization that you had ruined weeks, maybe even months worth of planning by crying and causing a scene. Marrying Nuada…The thought never crossed your mind, but now you couldn't help but imagine yourself in a white dress as you gazed into his eyes, your husband's eyes. you wanted to let out a small screech of excitement.

"But thank the gods he didn't go through with it."

That sentence shattered your daydreams immediately, you looked at him and saw that he had the same gentle smile but had a sinister meaning behind it.

"It was a sign that the King should not follow through with his plans for it is not meant to be, sure the young king is… infatuated... By you but who isn't driven by senseless emotions when they are young and reckless." You opened your mouth to try and defend yourself, but he didn't give you the chance. "Nuada is our King, he will be carrying not only the name but also the bloodline of his family, now how do you think that would affect him in the future."

"And it is not the matter of the bloodline only but also how you are unfit to rule by his side." He said with a fake pout. "I mean, how would you act when the king is not present for some reason and there was a life and death matter that needed royal attention?"

You were shocked by the sudden and confusing question that you didn't or more couldn't answer for you did know.

"Is the scenario too big for your simple human brain?" He asked sarcastically. "Then let's try this, two nobles are in a conflict one of them is saying that the other killed a member of their family or stole from them without any evidence, what will you do?"

Your breathing started to quicken as you felt your heartbeat against your rib cage.

"Let's say a royal guest of another clan had come to visit, Do you know how to treat them let alone keep them entertained?"

"I…I…" You stutter feeling your head lightly spinning at the pressure that has been thrown at you.

"Are you even enough for our king, Miss (Y/n)?" He asked the last question, which was the one you have been asking yourself for years now.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to run away, to dig a hole and hide in it until this evil man went away, but mostly you felt numb. You sat there staring at your lap repeating the question in your head as images of Nuada flash in your head, him adoring his sister, getting over his grudges, and becoming friends with both Red and Abe, Getting over his hate and protecting over humans during missions, staying up for days to come up with future plans for his people, Being a loving and supporting lover to you for years, which is a first considering all the verbal abuse you received took from pat relationships. Nuada is a great brother, a friend, an alley, a king, and he deserved the best.

Which was not you.

"Say that again." Demanded the advisor.

"No… I'm not good for him…" You answered with such emptiness in your voice. "I'll never be…"

"What a marvelous realization!" He exclaimed as he clasped his hands. "I am overjoyed that you are aware of your position little human."

You did no answer and decided to stay silent, Which the elf did not mind as he walked past you to the doors completely ignoring you.

"Don't forget your place little one."

He said before exiting the room leaving you with your thought as the voices of hate, filled the silence of the room. You stayed like that for what felt like hours with your own thoughts.

Until finally you came to a decision.

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Hi Whimsy🖤

I'm new here and this is my first ask so I'm sorry if I haven't done this right. If you're comfortable with it and are able to can I get a Prince Nuada x chubby f!reader enemies to lovers anything (with nsfw if you're fine with that).

You have full reign over the direction and themes of this, anything is appreciated!

Thank you for your time🌻

Hello! Now this is something that actually deserves a full multi-part fic, so I thought of coming up with a detailed outline for the moment. I hope you like it!

“A prince’s regard”

Pairing: Prince Nuada x chubby F! reader (Human | Second person POV)

Themes: Enemies to lovers | Soft | NSFW

Warnings : Angst-ish | Mentions of wounds | Mention of character death (Nuada’s mother) | Nuada being a bit of a jerk in the beginning | Insecurities | Nuada gets a little handsy at the end, but in a cute way.

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Summary: As part of a greater plan to encourage peace and understanding between humans and elves, a lottery is held for elves and humans to live amongst each other. You’re one of them, and the elf you are paired off with during the lotter is none other than Nuada himself.

A/n: If anyone wants to make use of these I say go for it, but please tag me if you do.

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🍃As part of a peace treaty with mortals, King Balor proposed an exchange of culture and knowledge between the two former warring races. Selected humans would live amongst the elves as attendants, handmaidens, stewards, and students, and elves would do the same with humans.

🍃A lottery is organized and monitored by the BPRD to stop parties with vested interests from meddling and upsetting the delicate balance of such a hard-won peace. Offices spread all over the world turn into lottery centers, and any elf or mortal wishing to add their name to the list is encouraged to do so.

🍃The numbers may not have been record-breaking, but enough elves and humans registered all the same. Your name was one of them. You did it on a dare, and with your friends, thinking nothing would ever come out of it.

🍃When the announcements start, you join the others in front of the TV, listening to names being called out, along with the names of families and individuals they would be paired with. Your name was not called on the first day. It was not called on the second or third day either. It was disappointing, to be sure, but you made peace with it. The days passed, with more and more names being announced. Then, after a fortnight had passed, you listened, dumbfounded, while your own name was announced to the world in crisp words. You were even more astounded when you found that you were being paired off with none other than the crown prince of Bethmoora himself.

🍃Your friends take you shopping as you would be moving into a series of abandoned railway tunnels he had converted into a luxurious palace. No one has seen the inside of it except for his father and sister, and the handful of attendants that served him.

🍃You’re nervous. Not just because you would be living with elven royalty, but also because Nuada is well known for hating humans.

🍃The prince was cold and aloof when you walked in through thick wooden doors full of strange symbols carved into them. “For protection,” Princess Nuala said, “against any evil that tries to make its way inside.”

🍃She was exceedingly warm where her twin is not, asking dozens of questions about your life, your friends, your family, everything. Nuala helped you settle into your new rooms and then showed you around the vast network of tunnels and chambers her brother called home. Everything was dimly lit, because that was how he liked it. There were sculptures and priceless works of art everywhere, hundreds upon hundreds of candles, thick, plush carpets, and the library was unlike anything you had ever seen.

“Do not touch anything.” He hissed, startling you. Nuada had walked up to you without making a sound. It was more than a little unnerving that he could do such a thing. “These treasures are priceless, and I will not see them sullied by mortal hands such as yours.”

Nuala apologized profusely. “Some of the sculptures you see here belonged to our mother,” she went on to explain after he disappeared down another corridor. “And my brother is quite attached to them.”

She did not say more on the matter, and she took you to her own rooms and hosted you to a light supper. At least, that was what she called it. An elaborate meal had been laid out in the dining room of her apartment. During dinner, Nuala informed she had to return to the BPRD, as her true home was there, with Abe. She would visit from time to time, but her place was elsewhere. Your heart sank, for it meant you would have to be alone with Nuada.

“Do not fret,” she urged. “My brother has a good heart; it is just that he guards it so fiercely. Give him time, y/n. He will come around. Mr. Wink will be here as well, so you will not want for company.”

“That’s comforting,” you tell yourself. Mr. Wink was large and imposing and spoke in a language you did not understand, and his loyalty would always belong to Nuada. Still, you made peace with Nuala’s leaving, and enjoyed the rest of your dinner.

🍃During the course of the subsequent days and weeks, Nuada would go out of his way to avoid you. He dined by himself, trained by himself, and kept to his own chambers when he was not needed elsewhere. If, by chance, you did run into him, he would respond with a curt grunt before walking away. If you came upon him training, he would order you to leave him in peace. Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, he would walk out of a room if you walked into it. It stung. What made it worse was knowing your stay had to last a full year before a change in placement could be requested. And that made you wretched, because the end of that year was still a long way off. Resentment took root, and you slowly began to loathe the prince for making living with him so hard.

🍃Mr. Wink, on the other hand, was surprisingly nicer, allowing you to join him while he used the mechanical toys that kept him entertained, watching TV with you, and even letting you read to him once in a while. He went so far as to ask through Nuala for you to help him learn your language.

It was a trial. Truly, it was a trial. Mr. Wink was a creature of fixed habits, and modern languages were strange to his ears. Once, he nearly flipped over a table in frustration. You had to keep to your sofa and hide your giggles while he ranted and raved and declared, through Nuala during her next visit, that human languages were languages born from the pits of hell.

“They may be languages from the pits of hell,” you tell him, “but you still need to learn. Come on. You can do this.”

The lessons continued. And Nuada’s avoidance of you continued as well. 

🍃“Why do you always avoid me?” You finally mustered your courage and confronted him after breakfast. “I know you are not all that happy about it, but do you have to go out of your way to make me feel unwelcome?”

“Because you are mortal,” he rasped sharply. “That alone is enough. Now leave me. I have better things to do with my time.”

🍃And so it continued, until one dark November night, when an injured Mr. Wink brought him home, covered in wounds. A raid had gone wrong, you were told. Hellboy had taken it into his head to charge straight into a hive of tooth fairies, the largest that had been found in North America. Many in the team were injured, and Nuada was one of those who were worse off. Doctors from the Bureau came over and did the best they could. You had to see to his care after they left, as Nuala could not leave the BPRD. She too had suffered the same harm, even though she never left the facility.

For several days, Nuada slipped in and out of consciousness. You wanted to let him struggle out of spite, but seeing him helpless and weak convinced you to do otherwise. You changed his dressing, gave him bed baths to clean him up, and even changed his clothes. You avoided looking at the scars that marred an otherwise near-perfect body. It would be rude to do so, you tell yourself. He would not like being gawked at.

You brushed his hair and then read to him before making yourself comfortable on a nearby pillowed bench that served as your bed. Sometimes, you would find him looking at you with a strange expression in his eyes while you went about looking after him. You didn’t know what to make of it.

🍃“You must eat something, my prince,” you insisted one evening, holding a spoonful of soup to his mouth. “Just a spoonful. Please.”

Nuada’s appetite had deserted him, and you had to feed him his meals. He fussed and grumbled and muttered choice words in the language of his people, but he would yield to your entreaties in the end and make himself eat. It started with a spoonful, and then another, and another. Finally, when he was strong enough, he could eat properly.

🍃Then he started to talk. It’s about the little things at first: the meal before him, his sister’s wellbeing, and your lessons with Mr. Wink.

“He speaks very highly of you,” he confessed, much to your surprise. “He says you treat him with respect.”

“Do other elves treat him with respect?”

“No,” he replied. "Trolls are seen as, how do you mortals put it?" Nuada searched for the right word. "Oh yes. As the knuckledraggers of my world. Mr. Wink is a remnant of a more primitive age and, therefore, unworthy of true respect in the eyes of many. Besides my sister and myself, you are the only one who is openly kind to him."

"You are kind to him, and yet you treat me with scorn," you sighed. 

The prince said nothing. He grew quiet and thoughtful. You take it as a sign to clear his tray and leave.

🍃Life with him became easier after that. While he rested, Nuada spoke of all the things he had seen and all the wondrous creatures he had met. You listened to his tales with rapt attention, for few mortals knew of such things. Finally, he opened up about his hatred for humans and why he allowed it to fester in his heart for so long.

“They killed my mother,” he spat. “When father left for war, mother traveled with him. She would stay at camp while he took off for the battlefield. He thought he had no cause for worry, for it was an unwritten rule, you see, for a military camp to be left untouched even during the height of fighting. There could be women and children present. Humans did not care for that. As soon as father’s warriors were out of sight, they attacked the camp. My mother… let us just say she did not survive.”

You did not know what to say, except for "I'm sorry.” Nuada smiled sadly and patted your hand.

“Tis not your fault,” he countered. “And it is I who should be apologizing." Nuada paused, and hesitated. "You have been nothing but considerate of my wishes the entire time, and you went out of your way to take care of me even after how I behaved in the beginning. I am ashamed of myself and must beg for your forgiveness.”

🍃Forgiveness would take a while, but Nuada did all that he could to make amends. He even invited you to accompany him to a great feast as his honored guest. That gave you pause, for while Nuada was lithe and graceful and everything a mighty warrior ought to be, you thought yourself to be the opposite of it all and told him so.

“Everyone would compare me to the other ladies,” you agonized after changing into yet another gown, one that was so soft it felt like you were clothed in nothing but air. “I cannot go looking like this.”

“No one will compare you to others,” he insisted. Nuada came into your rooms after wondering what was taking you so long. “They would not dare do so. Besides, there is nothing to give you cause for concern. Like your hair, for example. It looks beautiful the way you have arranged it.”

A flash of heat crept up your throat. No one had complimented you like this before. “It is?”

“Indeed.” Nuada came closer. “And that dress. How artfully it clings to your body. You have made a wise choice with your garments, y/n.”

“Oh.” Now your cheeks were aflame. “You’re not lying? You really like how I look?

“As my sister would tell you, lying is not something I excel at.” He grew bolder, and brushed his hand over your hip, your waist. “Soft,” he murmured. “Even softer than your dress.”

His touch was electrifying. And he was right. Lying was not something he was skilled at. You saw it with your own eyes—how he could not even pretend to be gracious in the beginning. You flushed and looked away, unsure of what to do or say. Nuada reached over and lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“Did I go too far?” He murmured softly.

“No,” you mumbled. “I… I just didn’t expect such attention from someone like you. You are the crown prince. You’re dashing and skilled, and you're the greatest warrior among your people. And I… I am me.”

He went quiet for a while, as if he were thinking. “Then give me the chance to show you how you are so much more than what you believe yourself to be,” he proposed. “Can you do that, y/n? Give me such a chance?”

He was holding out his hand, his eyes bright and determined. But there was something else in those vivid golden-yellow eyes of his. Something more than determination. It tugged at you and drew you in.

He is trying, you think to yourself. He is really trying. And would it be awful to be at the receiving end of his affections?

You decided it would not be so awful after all and placed your hand in his.

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A/N: Request from @holacherrycola90. Finally! Here’s my Prince Nuada Imagine! Enjoy! ♥

Words: 2346 Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and corpses

He had come out of nowhere, seemingly. No, this wasn’t right. He had come bursting through the window. Burglary and assaults were common this way in your humble town, not however, when you were based on the sixteenth floor. There was blood, screams, debris and repulsion; a convulsion of pain, horror and violence, all senses mixing to a dizzying thick blanket that threatened to steal away your consciousness.

They were all dead. He had killed them. Nausea clawed at your guts and throat when you realised the gravity of what it was like to have witnessed murder, to have witnessed someone die right in front of your eyes.

The blood you were covered in was not yours. It was theirs. And he was still here, treading over the mangled corpses like he would overcome a rocky path.

He had white hair, so white it almost blinded you, his skin as pale as the moonlight. And his eyes… his eyes were red… orange… of a colour defying the beauty of a sunset. He was alien. Never before had you seen something so beautiful and horrifying at the very same time.

He could not possibly have spared you on purpose. You had been buried under two dead bodies during his killing spree, unable to and too terrified to sit up and flee. Now, you cowered there, on the ground in midst a pool of blood, wishing you had called in sick and stayed home. Was this the end? Would you be murdered by a man seemingly not of this world? You were by no means superstitious but you had long accepted that humans could not be the only intelligent species in this universe. If only the proof of this mindset of yours had come peacefully instead of violently.

His clothes were strange too, you realised when you dared another timid glare. Scars and fine lines defined his sharp face. He was wearing battle armour. Battle armour from another world, so it appeared.

“It is not here?”

His accent was otherworldly. Like he spoke a strange language long forgotten by mankind. You could not see the creature he was speaking to until it stepped into the light—an already broken light bulb already emitting sparks; a death trap for the puddle right underneath its weak beam.

Holding back a scream when you took in the creature’s appearance, you resisted, with all your willpower, to flinch back, yet you could not stop the subtle movement of your right hand subconsciously grabbing the shoulder of a dead body next to you.

You held your breath when the strange warrior spun around with a start, facing your trembling form on the ground and pointing his large spear directly at your panic-stricken face.

“Where is it?” It was a question. Directed at you. Your heart skipped a beat. “The crown piece of Bethmora. It was here.”

Any moment now he would dash forward and pierce your throat with the pointy tip of the spear—you would join the corpses surrounding you, bleeding to death and choking on your own blood within a matter of seconds. Your lower lip was shaking when you opened your mouth.

The crown piece. It had been taken away for an auction only yesterday morning. Your supervisor had approved of it after your examination. It was of unspeakable value, made of pure gold with an ancient crafting technique. It would sell for millions.

“It’s not here,” you whispered, unable to raise your voice out of fear of imminent death. “Not anymore. It was taken yesterday.” The warrior snarled. You forced your eyes shut. Darkness was more welcome than your murderer glaring at you through cold, blood-orange eyes as he killed you. But the fateful blow never came.

He was staring at you when you risked another peek up at him, your body still shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind.

“Where is it?”

Swallowing thickly, you stuttered the name of the location, unable to form another functioning sentence. Not until he stepped closer.

“Don’t kill me… please…”

He crouched down and tilted his head. What was it that stopped him from chopping your head off like he had with all the other meagre and now massacred humans around you? Was it your trembling lips? Would they be soft if he ran his thumb over them? Would he feel the salty tears on his finger and smear them all over your mouth as he did?

You radiated innocence like a blooming flower. “Mr Wink,” he started, never taking his blood-orange gaze off of you as his smooth voice echoed over the murder scene. “Locate the crown piece.” The creature nodded—out of obedience, companionship or respect, you could not tell—and disappeared in the shadows. You did not dare let out a relieved breath though.

“I am Prince Nuada Silverlance.” He introduced himself then. “I am here to claim what is rightfully mine and I will not rest until it is in my possession.”

You dreaded asking what it was he was looking for. Treasure? Heirs? Political power?

“The annihilation of the human race.” He said, without so much as blinking. Your blood ran cold. So he would kill you. “The crown pieces, once re-matched, will allow me to awaken the Golden Army… and destroy human kind once and for all.”

“W-What… what are you?”

“I am an Elf.”

Your lips parted. Elves had looked so different in your fairy tales and stories from when you were a child. Cheerful and happy, not malicious and cruel.

“B-but why?” You regretted the words as soon as they escaped your lips. Nuada narrowed his eerie eyes at you.

“Why? My race was slaughtered by your people. We have been in hiding ever since, like pets in a cage. Your kind deserves death.” Your eyes widened, your mind unwilling to process his words.

“So you will kill me now?” You chirped. Nuada had noticed your tears before you had. They were streaming down your cheeks in a seemingly endless waterfall, worsening your sight. Yet, his response surprised you.

“No. I will not kill you.”

-

Nuada spent two weeks in hiding. The humans had learned about the incident and the murders, of course, and the police had been searching for the culprit ever since. You had read it in a newspaper a businessman must have abandoned at the station.

You were still alive, living, breathing. The question had been burning on your tongue ever since. Why? Why hadn’t he killed you? And most importantly… why had he kept you with him?

You were still afraid of him, of course—if only a little bit. Just enough to avoid asking him why he had not ended your life. He knew you had been awake the night he had taken you, on the edge of consciousness for your mind had soon shut down to not become a victim of madness. When he had told you—vowed—to keep you safe from his conquering.

You remembered it so well you could still feel his cool fingertips lingering on your cheeks and even your lips. He had watched you sleep for most of the cold night, wondering intently why he had kept you alive. Was it so he would have a reminder of what he would have accomplished soon, if he kept the last remaining human to himself? Was it so, if he so desired, he could mix his race with yours to humiliate humanity even further or was it to keep a trophy, a pet?

Blinking, you rose from the makeshift bed. It was no less than a collection of old pillows and a blanket on a handful of cardboard. There was no luxury underground. The place Nuada had chosen for his preparations was ghastly, yet it was perfect for his dark schemes.

He was training, practicing. His spear, so you learned, could shrink to an arm-sized knife if he wanted to. Gracefully, he whirled around half on the ground, half in the air, fighting invisible enemies. His bare body—pale und inhuman like his face—was covered in battle scars. There was a part of you that longed to trace every single one of them with your fingertips.

Prince Nuada was beauty. Not in the conventional meaning of the word and not in the way magazines would rave about make-up and models. Nuada was beautiful in his very own way. He was… fascinating. It scared you how much he enchanted you despite his racist nature, his wish to kill your kind because of humanity’s own cruelty towards his people. No one was just the victim here.

“It is almost time.” He said without turning around to face you. The sound of metal scratching echoed through the dark and moist underground station as he shrunk his spear back to a handy knife. Time for what? You thought. The ultimate destruction of this planet?

“Did you sleep well?”

“Uh… yes. It was a little cold.” You replied timidly.

“I can ask Mr Wink to obtain another blanket for you.” Finally, he spun around, his warm eyes boring into yours. “But it will not be much longer now. I am taking you to my home where you will be safe from the Golden Army.”

“W-where… where is your home?”

“Somewhere underneath New York City, approximately six miles underground.” Six miles. No wonder he found comfort and peace in being down here. But the thought of spending even more time in the dark, away from light and the outside world made you both anxious and nauseous.

“No… Nuada, I can’t… you can’t expect me to live under the Earth. Let me return to—“

“No. As soon as I give the order, the Army will slaughter mankind like my father should have ordered them to a long time ago. They will make no exceptions and spare you like I did.”

“What if I don’t want them to spare me? What if I don’t want to live like this?”

“I vowed to keep you safe, is that not enough?” He spat, sheathing his knife away.

“But why? Why did you do this? You keep me here, away from my life, claiming you are protecting me. Nuada… I am grateful you spared me… but you can’t keep me locked up in here with you forever.”

“Not forever,” he retorted quickly. “Once the last crown piece is mine, I will rise in this place as its new king. You will be by my side, safe.”

“You mean after you’ve extinguished my race?” You chirped. No, no tears.  You had been crying so often lately. And you were worried Nuada would grow tired of your tears. “What is my life worth if I spend it in solitude?”

“You will not be alone. I will care for you.”

“Nuada. Don’t. I beg you.”

He snorted. “The humans must pay for what they did to us.”

“I am human too!”

“You are an innocent.”

“So are billions of others! Billions! Mothers and fathers and children and elders who don’t even know your race exists and who didn’t make the decision to harm you in any way!” You shrieked, blinking frantically to scare away the tears.

“You are testing my patience. There is always a price to pay. That is the burden of ruling.”

“I don’t think that’s how kings should act.”

“Silence now!”

“You don’t get to silence me! What is the point of all of this, Nuada? My begging tires you it seems but what would you do if an elf threatened to wipe out your entire race? Life as you know it? Friends and family?!”

“It is no less than what my people had to endure, (Y/N).” You shivered when he spoke your name. It was always special for he did not do it often. And he was calm—eerily calm. After you had lashed out at him like this, you should have worried for your life. Strangely though… you didn’t. Not even when he backed you against a destroyed pillar, his face only inches from yours—close enough to study every single unique line on his white face.

“I should abandon you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “What is it about you? You are only human.” If the situation hadn’t been so tense, you would have joked with him—flirted with him even, for you had definitely heard better compliments. In a twisted way, you were flattered by the way he treated you, wanting to keep you from any harm as if you were a princess of a faraway realm. But you were not. You were you, a young woman building a career in archaeology and antique trade.

“You are so fragile,” he continued hoarsely. “I cannot let them harm you.”

“Why? Nuada, why?” Your voice was but a mere whisper. You could feel his hot and moist breath on your lips. But you already knew the answer. He had feelings for you, had been growing them since he had laid his eyes on you in between puddles of blood and dead bodies, terrified and alone. Like a white flower they were blooming in his heart, mocking his motives and what he had in store for humanity.

A barely audible gasp escaped you when his cold lips brushed against yours lightly, like the gentle touch of a butterfly’s wings. Perhaps you had become his conscious all those days back upon your first encounter. Perhaps you had become his very own way of living with the horrible deed he was about to do. However, there was also a glimmer of hope. There was a reason your heart had pounded like a steam hammer upon his tender touch on your cheek; a reason for why his proximity did not repulse but excite you.

Before you could stop yourself, you brought your palms to his bare chest, feeling his hard muscles and those unique scars against your skin, allowing him, no, inviting him to kiss you properly. There was still hope he would spare humanity, you were sure of it—for you.

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give me 2 lifelines

Loki Laufeyson x female reader x Nuada (SMUT)

Anon asked: I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

SMUT AHEAD, 18+, sir/king kink, threesome MMF, dominant vibes,ah, you know the drill

!WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST THREESOME WRITING IF IT'S BAD, PLEASE, BE GENTLE WITH ME! (p.s if you like it support me with a KOFI)

I am not the best at grammar so if there are any mistakes, sorry! Now, enjoy!

"Tell me about him."

"About who, Loki?"

"Your past lover with the fairly peculiar name."

"Nuada? Why?"

"You said his name yesterday in your sleep, dove."

"Sorry."

"Why for? Now, was he comparable to me?"

She giggles "A little. He held himself to the same elevated royal regard like you."

"Oh."

"But that was his downfall."

"Oh..."

"That was years ago. I am certain he forgot about me. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. However, you are untrue about one thing."

"About what?"

"Whoever you cross paths with, you leave an irreplaceable print on their lives. I am sure that Nu-a-da feels the same."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Nuada..." her words echoed off the magical glass and into his ears picking up the sad tone his eyes picking up only the cold wall he faced. "I am leaving. I need to go back Hellboy told me that being in this world is bad for me I need to go back to MY home. I will NOT see you again."

He stands up seeing the form of his former lover disappear in gold flakes with his hand raised. "Y/n.'"her desperate name befalls off his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nuada stands up walking towards his today's visitor, his twin sister. Nuala. "Brother." he retorted "Sister."

Her hand reaches her chest. The thin fabric mashing into her narrow fingers. "I feel a tremendous distress from you."

"Ha, that gloom followed me when you betrayed me for the big red rock." he argued his attitude spiteful.

Nuala shakes her head "No, this sadness is beyond comparison. Unexplainable." she refuted moving closer to the shield her hand on the magical glass."This is heartbreak. For a certain being." Nuada's eyes gazing at her eyeing her mouth "For a human girl." His eyes twitched.

"That is forgone now. My actions are-" she cuts him off "-Are empty. Wanting nothing more than to have her back your arms wanting to do to everything and comprise everything to be with her. Since no price is too imperial for her."

"Enough!"

His turmoil echoed in the cell his kin standing her hand moving through the glass, his eyes cleared in shock.

"You could have run but you didn't, your powers exceed far more than mine. But you stayed for her, to pay the dues and to show in front of her a new creature. A new man how the humans would say."

Nuada walks striding out of the cell inquiring her with a breathless "Why?"

Nuala only cackles giving a minor shudder "Go... Find her."

Nuada steps off the stairs and moves out of the prison. His silver hair lifting off in the air that breezed through the long stands she caressed each night before they slept. His eyes that Y/n swore were made from molten gold searched into the area searching for his swords. His steps falling silent as he hears a small swish of magic, he turns to find a portal laced with green hues. He looks at the portal seeing no one only hearing the faint whisper of someone he yeared for.

"I am telling you. Bruce would manage to lift the hammer if he was in the elevator. No one can change my mind."

Y/N.

With no attending thoughts in his brain, his legs strode in front of him and into the portal that lured him so deceivingly in. The thick air that resided in his lungs was no more as he saw the same room he used to sneak in. The same cabinet he stubs his toe too many times and the small long mirror that was placed on the wall in front of the bed. He was here. Nuada was present in Y/N's room. The door opens and he sees her... and she sees him as the loud clang of swords fall from his pale blue hands. Y/n's steps coming to a halt. In front of her stood the former lover, the hair she kissed and braided was now much longer almost touching his buttcheeks the high cheekbones still current as ever the same markings on his skin stayed.

"Nuada? Wh-what are you doing here?"

She doesn't know how to acknowledge knowing that her present lover will come by any time soon. Her mind belonged to Loki. But what about her heart? Was there still room for Nuada to stand proud in?

"She told me to see you. She felt my eternal heartbreak that was left between us."

He steps closer, his hands reaching for her, her holding hands daily not yet remembering how rough he was. Y/N froze. There was no better way to explain it. Her brain worked overtime like a hamster in a wheel while her heart thudded in her ears and throat.

"I don't know what to say. We broke up. ever since you went to prison."

"I want to remove that, that memory. Seeing your face in vast anguish was something never I desired for."

Y/n flinches as her hands move away from his. Retorting with a small sigh "Still, we can not be together, Nuada, I am from a different world. Remember what Abe said:

"If you say here for too long your body will not manage to live here. It will kill itself slowly and who knows maybe that portal which you travel through will not open one day and you will lose all your loved ones."

"You can not stay here Nuada. You need to go back."

She wanted to shift away but his warmth and his authentic hands gradually and agonizingly pulled her in, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence while Nuada explains himself "My jewel, will you let me rewrite the wrongs of my life? Will you let me come back in and try to find the peace that you carry within you. I am lost without you?"

Y/n derides as her hand nudges against his chest tears probing outside of her eyes "What do you think felt like? When I came back after you were taken I had to rebuild myself, my job which I lost as I was traveling too much between realms and had to mask it. I had very bad thoughts that took a toll on me. you cannot ask for me to 'open my heart and welcome you with open arms. If it wasn't for Loki-"

"-Who is Loki?"

"My current BOYFRIEND. My lover."

Nuada footed back not even thinking that maybe she moved on with her life and found love with another. He didn't think how much damage he did to her heart that was already harmed.

"And who are you, stranger?" Loki's voice stirs through Y/n's ears and Nuada's, as well as both of them, turn to the god himself.

"Loki!" Y/n moved towards him already fearing what he thought "Nothing happened, I swear."

His finger reaches up to her cheek caressing the supple skin as she leans into his warm touch momentary closing her eyes. Not going unnoticed by the long-haired creature himself. "I know, lover. It is alright." he strides past her walking towards Nuada his green suit being slightly knowledgeable to Nuada.

"Have you-" "I assure you stranger, we are meeting for the first time. What is your name? What are you called?"

"Prince Nuada."

Loki swivels to Y/n "So that is him. dove? Perplexing..." Loki gazes at the creature noticing his marks on his body while his hand points to the marks "Are you a warrior? A bad one?" he grins seeing the small twitch in Nuada's eyebrow.

"I have spoken before my title is that of a prince. And what are you?"

"I am a God."

Loki walks back to Y/n holding her hand in his own bringing it up to his lips giving it the small peck she needs to zone back into reality and feel the gravity of this situation.

"Shall we?" "Yes..."

Nuada gazes and he feels the words jump out "I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU, MY JEWEL!" they both halt turning to look at the elf "My pride is nothing compared to that to be kissed by your lips and to be filled by your love."

"Nuada, please... Stop this."

Nuada was a dominant creature of pride his name was not to be said without a shiver running down the spine of the person who said his name. The dangerous exterior and the harsh demeanor changed as Nuada kneeled, his pride stowed away not to see the light of this day.

"I still love her. She STILL possesses my heart."

Loki chuckles while he resolves, holding Y/n's hand

"What can we do about it? She has my heart as well."

Y/n subsisted in surprise staying between two of the same coin not already feeling the familiar tinge of arousal going through her body. Loki turns to Nuada indicating with a grin.

"Let us share her."

"Loki!!!"

He turns back to her kissing her lips saying in a bare hum "What else do you want me to do dove? You can see who much he IS willing to go through just to have a taste of your nectar. We can stop if that is what you wish for."

Y/n gasped out feeling Nuada pressed flush against her backside his hand traveling across her back.

"No."

"Then it's determined."

Loki looked at Y/n flushed eyes her iris almost despairing while she felt Nuada's long lost lips on her neck kissing and attending to her every carnal need she was deprived of. Loki took no more than a second to unbutton her shirt as she moaned at his cold fingers "No, use your magic." she barely managed to say it.

Loki takes it into account snapping his fingers as Y/n's, Nuada's, and Loki's clothes despair off of them leaving them naked. Nuada snatched her back onto the bed letting her softly sit down as Loki went behind her letting her rest her head on his abs. Nuada one more kneels looking solely at Y/n's

"May, I taste you, my jewel?" she nods as Nuada lets his lips open his tongue coming out and landing softly at the bottom of her folds tracing slowly up hearing her moans that he missed dearly. Loki kept an eye on her seeing her head drop against his stomach her eyes shut closed while her nipples begged for him to attend to them. His hands glided down giving her a message turning the nubs softly following the rhythm of Nuada's pace. As Nuada went up he found the one thing that gave her the nickname she carries for him his finger gently removing the fold and showing her clit "My only jewel." he mused seeing the deep red blush on her cheeks her eyes squinting not wanting to show her full-blown eyes his lips land around her clit sucking the delicate nerve bundle pulling slowly back giving her more depth to her passion. As her moans filled the room, Nuada HAD to rut his hips into the edge of the mattress wishing for just some sort of friction he craved for. Loki was nothing different either.

Y/n could feel his tip at the bottom of her head hard and quivering in rhythm with her moans each of the being anguish.

"I am close."

Loki answers sternly "Nuada, stop."

Nuada obediently ends peeking at the God, knowing he needs to play nice or otherwise he won't feel Y/n around him. "Let's fill her. Would you like that my beautiful Queen?"

"Yes." she rasped out "Yes, what?" "Yes, My King."

"Now, turn on your stomach. Nuada, we will swap our positions."

Nuada asks trying to hold still some ropes of authority "When will I feel her?"

Loki walks to him grabbing his chin forcefully "You, prince, will have your turn but for now, you will get her sacred mouth. Do you mind that Y/n?"

Y/n shakes her head between the power play that was in front of her "No."

Nuada kneels on the bed seeing Y/n beneath him, his cock twitched wanting nothing more than to take her and kill the god that was playing the power play over his royal birthright. Loki stood at the bed seeing her slick wet and pulling, taking his member into his hand pushing in, giving Nuada the head nod as Nuada places his cock in Y/n's mouth feeling her tongue beneath his cock while he slid further down listening to the audible gag reflex.

Y/n didn't know how to explain being throat fucked by a former King of Elf's and being fucked by a God of Mischief, feeling her both holes stretched with no remorse... And thriving in the fantasy.

"Can I move, pet?" Loki begged as he hears the audible Mhh from the bottom of her mouth. Jerking back from her pussy the tight walls would want nothing more than to hold him inside as Nuada continued to feel every inch of her mouth.

"Now, ah, Y/n your rule. You are not to cum until myself and Nuada cum inside you. You understand?"

At the command, she felt a powerful shiver in her body as rather of her voice her body replied as she became wetter at the demand. Loki chuckles as he looks at Nuada seeing his hand in Y/n's hair griping guiding her to a pace he knew she could take.

"Are you alright with that, Nuada? Having her being filled by mine and your seed."

"Yes. I can't wait to see her filled with our milk."

A few more thrusts and the men that were subdued at her body came. Y/n trying to hold in her orgasm. Loki pulls out feeling the cold air on his warm cock. While Nuada pulled slowly seeing her mouth full with his cum her eyes teary.

"Thank you... Sir," she said as a small smile was on Y/n's face. Loki looks at the two of them chuckling "She is all yours, Nuada." Loki and Nuada once more switch places as Loki attentively wipes the mix of drool and saliva pushing it back into her mouth giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, my King." she smiled. Nuada feels inching his cock to her folds pushing in. Her walls clutching at the tip he halts feeling the mix of Loki's cum and her own giving him silenced in. Closing her eyes she feels Loki's hand travel past her breasts, stomach and halting at her clit playfully flicking it.

"Loki!" she cries as the nerves shock her. "Do you like it, while play with your jewel while Nuada is thrusting in you, hopefully breeding a child in your womb, Y/n? Do you like it? To have a child and to share it with me and Nuada as fathers?"

"Yes!!! Nuada, fill me up well! Places!" the level she stooped to screen to out she didn't know she had it in her. Nuada thrust feeling her pull him only further in her walls clutching him for all she is worth. Loki pulls his hand back seeing the tears stream down Y/n's cheek.

"Do you wish to cum pet?" "Yes!"

Loki looks at Nuada seeing him give a nod and he responds "Then cum."

One more time and y/n doesn't see her lover only a white light as her orgasm rolled out of her. Talia felt Nuada ruts his hips into hers and as he slowly pulled out she felt full and replenished with their cum something filthy felt so powerful.

Wow, need holy water on my eyes. thanks for reading. tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.

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Masterlist

Last updated : 8/2/21

THE MANDALORIAN

Din Djarin x reader 

I’ll take care of you

My Riduur 

Spark

Something I need

MANDOCTOBER - Art and Writings

Day 1: Mandalorian

Day 2: Foundling

Day 3: Droids

Day 4: Nevarro

Day 5: Target practice

Day 6: Snack time

Day 7: Razor Crest

Day 8: Enemy Sorcerer

Day 9: Darksaber - THIS IS A DOOZY FOLKS, 3K

Day 10: Ad’ika

Day 11: Sorgan

Day 12: Jawa

Day 13: Armorer

Day 14: Helmet

Day 15: Jetpack

DINCEMBER - Mainly Art

Nov 30: Snow

Dec 2: “December” (Ariana Grande Version)

Dec 4: Hot Chocolate

STAR WARS

Poe Dameron x reader

Day 16: Tatooine (also a Din Djarin Dad fic but buckle up guys its angst time)

Dog walk gone AWOL (Modern!AU)

THE BAD BATCH

Hunter x reader

Wrecker x reader

Tech x reader

Echo x reader

Crosshair x reader

HELLBOY

Prince Nuada x reader

Maybe there’s hope for you yet

Soft

Abe Sapien x reader

Undetected - TW mention of suicide and depression (nothing descriptive)

Kiss Marks, not bruises 

PEACEMAKER

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x reader

Of Flame and Fortune

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Sweet Dreams.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fZ0GnM

by chromaticCalamity

Samantha Lokisdottir is a demigod. Literally, she's just that. Depsite her father's ties to royalty and magick, she wants none of it. She holds a title of Princess, and is treated as such.

She's brought in by the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense and catches the eye of a certain elven prince who becomes obsessed with her. Loki is less than pleased.

Words: 331, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hellboy (Movies 2004-2008), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Original Characters, Nuada (Hellboy), Hellboy (Hellboy), Nuala (Hellboy), Liz Sherman, Abe Sapien, Odin (Marvel), Frigg | Frigga (Norse Religion & Lore), Baldr | Baldur (Norse Religion & Lore), Sif (Marvel)

Relationships: Nuada (Hellboy)/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Angst, Fluff, Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Rough Sex, Strained Relationships, Demigods, Torture, Lima Syndrome, Stockholm Syndrome, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Extremely Dubious Consent, Nuada may be ooc, Canon-Typical Violence, Unplanned Pregnancy, Virginity Kink, Obsession with royal blood, Nuada finds out the MC is a demigod and assumes she'll be like him, She's super young tho, he's like, 9000, Loki is 5000, MC is 19, Age Difference

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fZ0GnM

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[a-pirate-my-hearties]

Are you still wanting request for Prince Nuada? If so, how about some angst where his S/O is human and they have an argument over how he treats and thinks of humans?

I’m so happy to find someone who writes for Nuada and still uses their account. One of my fav Nuada writers hasn’t been on since September of 18.

Hello! Yes actually, I’d like that. My inner world is a bit funky at the moment and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to write for your request (and all the others I still have to write yet), but please, please, have a little patience with me and I will do it.

Yes, I’ve noticed a criminal deficiency of Nuada’s fics. It’s really weird.

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