#abe x reader

Abe had never been trick or treating before. He had also never seen anything horror or haunted. Anything Halloween-related, he had never seen before. You wanted to show him how fun the holidays were. The closest he had ever been to horror was the trips that he made with the BRPD, which really didn’t count in your eyes, as that was work and not something that was fun. It had been a late night for the both of you. You had stayed up, waiting for him to return. He was supposed to have the day off of work, but they called him in, and he didn’t want to be rude. Although he did feel terrible for missing you. He had to pick between his job and you. It should be an easy choice to pick you, but he was a terrible people-pleaser. He didn’t want to let anyone down. You understood, and you stayed awake, waiting for him to return. It wasn’t very long before he had returned home. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Welcome home!” You said as your smile remained on your face.

“Thank you.” He said as he hugged you back. “What are we going to do?” He asked as he looked at you.

“It’s a surprise.” You said as you grabbed his hand and led the way to your shared bedroom.

Sure, Abe could have read your mind and found out what the surprise was. He really did want to know, but he didn’t want to betray you, and he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t read your mind. At least not without your permission.

He followed you into the bedroom, and you sat on the bed. He sat down next to you as you turned on a movie to watch. It was some sort of horror film; you didn’t know the name of it, and you had never seen it before. Abe sat by quietly as he watched the movie. There were a few jumpscares, and you moved closer to Abe. Abe remained emotionless and unmoving. He wasn’t afraid of the things in the movie, and he had seen scarier things in person. He could also predict some of the stuff that was about to happen, but he didn’t want to ruin the movie for you. No, he had never seen the movie before, but he wanted you to enjoy it.

You remained close to him even after the movie had ended. You didn’t bother changing the channel, and so eventually, the TV screen went black. Abe remained, holding onto you as he stared at the screen, then at the wall, before turning his attention to you to see if you were still awake. He didn’t know what to say or do. It would be a few more minutes before Abe moved a little bit further away, but only slightly, and you moved closer to him.

“What are we going to do?”

“Each other?” You suggested with a teasing tone.

Abe blinked. He couldn’t blush. Otherwise, he would.

“Y-yes, that’s fine.” He said, stumbling over his words.

You always had a way of making him stumble. You smiled as you moved to sit on his lap. He laid down and placed his hands on your hips. His eyes slowly travel up your body. Your hips began to grind against his as your hands worked your shirt slowly off of your body; you were teasing him. Abe stayed silent until he couldn’t help but let out a small moan as your hand slid beneath his shirt. He sat up and removed his shirt as you continued to grind your hips against his. Your movements quickened as he closed his eyes. Enjoying the feeling that you were giving to him. It wasn’t long before he soon came, and you did as well. You moved off of him and removed the remainder of your clothes. He had taken his off as well, and then he moved in between your legs. He gently slid his tip against you, up and down. You bit your lip, and you felt your cheeks heat up as your eyes met his.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You said as he slowly slid himself inside of you.

Your hands grabbed onto his wrists as his hands held your hips. He waited a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he began to slowly slide in and out of you. His pace began to quicken as you let out a moan, thrusting your hips in sync with his. He continued his pace, letting his powers sense how hard and fast you wanted him to go. He didn’t want to upset you and he didn’t want to cause you any pain. He continued his thrusting as he gave your neck gentle kisses. You bit your lip as you tried not to moan, to which Abe thrust harder into you, causing you to moan out. He could tease you, too.

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Quickly crawling out of his pool, he dried himself off, excitedly walking down the spiral stairs in the library.

As he reached the bottom, the doors flew open, and your form appeared, still in your uniform with a tired smile.

"Hello, my love," He greets, throwing the towel over his shoulder, approaching you. "How was your day?"

"Same as always, Hellboy called Liz in the middle of our mission, almost gave away our cover." You give a dry chuckle, slumping towards him, your feet must've been aching from being in those boots for so long.

"Hmmm," He hummed, leaning in to give you a kiss, gasping when two of your fingers press against his lips to stop him.

"Have you had eggs today?" There's an amused glimmer in your eyes that he misses.

He clears his throat, standing up. "Um, well, yes," He quickly reaches into the pocket of his bike shorts, taking out his tin dish and quickly eating a mint.

You walked around him, moving to a comfy chair and undoing your boots.

"How was your day?" You ask, groaning softly as you undo each loop of the shoelace. He turned around, fidgeting with his hands, trying to not feel embarrassed about his breath.

"It was alright, I finished that Latin book I started the other day,"

"Oh, that's great, hun, have you started any new ones?" Getting one boot off, you sigh in relief, moving onto the next one.

"Uh, yes, I decided to try French, I've been wanting to read it for a few months now,"

The second boot went a lot quicker.

"Oh that's awesome, baby," You stand and stretch your arms above your head. "I'm gonna go take a shower,"

You grab both your boots in one hand, approaching him with a tired smile.

"Alright-"

"And you're coming with me," You say over him, chuckling as his eyes widen and he swallows, simply nodding and allowing you to take his hand.

You lead him out of the library, down the hall to your "shared bedroom" It's actually your room but you wanted him to feel included. You knew he was slightly jealous that Liz and Hellboy got to share a room but you couldn't.

Abe couldn't help the pang in his gut, first his breath and now his hands. You're an affectionate person, always having an arm around him, on his thigh, touching his face, wherever you could.

But you couldn't interlock your fingers with his because of his webbing. It broke his heart the first time you tried, seeing your face ever-so-slightly fall when you realized. You'd told him countless times before that it didn't matter, you could still hold his hand, and that was enough for you.

It shouldn't have to "just be enough" You deserved everything and more and sometimes he felt he couldn't give that to you.

Finally reaching your room, you close the door behind him, placing your boots by the side of the bed.

It's a blur as you bring him into the bathroom, start the shower and pull him in behind you.

He's not used to warm water so you put it on the lowest temperature you can bear and hold him close, tucking your face into his neck.

He should be happy- he is happy. But there's that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, that dread, that Itty bitty voice telling him he's not enough.

He shouldn't feel that way when you're holding him so close, naked, taking a shower with him.

"Is something wrong?" You pull away, arms resting on his shoulders. You look ethereal, warm and soft eyes, hair slicked back, water trickling down your temples, eye lashes clumping together.

"What?" He shakes his head, realizing his arms went slack at your side, he splays his palms on your soft skin, pulling you closer. "No, no, love, I'm fine,"

"You're tense," You comment, hand coming up to cup his jaw. He leans into your hand, unable to stop himself.

"I'm afraid I'm not enough for you," He whispers, you barely hear him over the sound of the water.

"What makes you think that?"

"It's stupid things..."

"They aren't stupid," Your tone hardens, quieting anything else he wanted to say. "If something is bothering you, I want to know. Nothing you ever say is stupid, Abe,"

"I-I can't kiss you whenever I want because of my diet, and I can't hold your hand the way you want and we dont share a room like Red and Liz do," He rambles, voice cracking as he goes. You listen intently, heart breaking at how hurt he seems.

"Baby, I love you and I don't care that we aren't like Red and Liz. We can still hold hands and kiss whenever we want, we just have a few speed bumps along the way, all relationships have them. This is both of our first relationship like this, and we're just trying to figure it out, nothing wrong with that," You smile, warm and inviting. It should've killed any and all doubts in his mind.

He exhales, pulling you flush against him, tucking his head into your neck. The Jealous feeling reered its head back through his gut, up his spine and into his brain, eating him alive. "First relationship like this,"

Your first non-human relationship. You'd had others before, of course you had, you're amazing and truly an angel on Earth, but the thought that he was the exception made his stomach turn.

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The following weeks he became consumed in guilt. Everytime he held you, kissed you, he could only think of your other relationships and how different his must be.

He started to pull away, constantly having excuses to not spend time with you.

"I'm sorry, love, I've got to finish these work reports,"

"HB and I are being sent out on a late night mission, I won't be back till morning, darling,"

"I'm just too tired, Y/n,"

"I only have one chapter left, then I'll join you for dinner,"

After each excuse your pet names got less and less, you could see he was fighting an inner battle. He flinched when you held him, kissed him, reached for him.

Did he not want to be in this relationship anymore? Had you said something or done something to upset him?

It was moments like this you wished you had his powers, just read his mind and figure out whats going on.

It's not until one late night, when he's reading in your room, and you ask him to shower that you finally break.

"I'm going to take a shower," You hang your sweatshirt on the coat rack on the wall by the door. Glancing at him over your shoulder, smiling. It dripped seeing he didn't even bother to look up at you.

"Okay,"

You turn, rubbing your hands together, ignoring how sweaty they were. "Do you want to join me?" You whisper, knowing what his answer will be but still wanting to be hopeful.

"No, it's alright," He still doesn't look up from his book.

"Why?" Your voice trembles, feeling your resolve break, tears misting your eyes. At that he looks up, seeing you in tears he immediately stands, setting his book down on the seat. "Why won't you?"

He stutters, looking to the ground. "I-I....uh,"

"I know you're not reading," Your hands lower, clenching at your sides. "You haven't flipped the pages in over five minutes." You shakily inhale, letting all the past weeks stress fall from your eyes, blurring your vision. "Why have you been avoiding me? Pulling away? I don't know what I did-"

"You did nothing," He steps forward, chest aching seeing you cry. "I'm dealing with things-"

"What things?" You sob, aggressively wiping your eyes with the butt of your palm. "Things you can't tell me because they're about me?"

"It's me, it's all me," He states, his own voice cracking, his throat bobbing as he pants. "I've been pulling away because I know I'm not good enough for you. I'm not what you deserve and it's eating me alive,"

"And who are you to decide that?" Your words shock him. "Who are you to tell me what I want in a relationship? If something bothered me, I would've told you!"

You step forward, taking his hand and pressing it to your chest. "Read my thoughts."

"No, I can't, I said-" He doesn't make any attempt to pull away, only shaking his head.

"Read. Them."

He swallows any attempt to say no to you, pressing his hand firmly against your chest, searching your thoughts and memories for him.

He sees your first meeting, how interested you were in him. Your first date and how excited you felt when he complimented your outfit. The butterflies in your first kiss. How you stare when he's not looking, how you find it endearing that he started eating mints to kiss you more often. How you love the feeling of your smooth skin against his scales.

Tears spill from his eyes, he holds back a sob. Coming back to the present moment, seeing you standing in front of him.

"I love you, Abe," You sob, wrapping your fingers around his hand, stepping closer to him, face inches away from him. "I love you so much, you're the best thing to ever happen to me and I couldn't imagine my life without you,"

The Jealous feeling in his gut broke, he collapsed forward. Wrapping his arms around you, holding you tighter then he ever would allow, showing the twisting feeling eating him alive was wrong: you were here, in his arms, telling him that you loved him.

"I love you, darling, so much," He sobbed, burying his face into your neck. "You're my everything."

You pull away, cupping his face in your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears.

"I'm sorry, I was jealous," He whispers, sniffling.

"If you ever feel that way again, please tell me, don't pull away," You plead. "I can't handle you avoiding me,"

He shakes his head, inhaling deeply. "Never, I'll never do it again, I hated it too," He puts his hands over yours. "Is that offer to join you in the shower still on the table?"

You both laugh softly, nodding you lean in and kiss him. He kisses you back, wrapping his hands around your back, pulling you flush against him.

"Stop stalling! You're under arrest for the deaths of way too many people to even count." Abe. You hadn't heard that voice in what felt like eons - not since the manor, and however many years you had spent falling through wormhole after wormhole.

Your eyes filtered over to the other William, or Wilford as he had referred to himself as, that stood before him - near identical to the one who stood next to you now, bar the cocktail that he sipped from occasionally- boring down the barrel of his gun.

"Well that's just ridiculous I would never kill anybody." Wilford drawled, his speaking slurred as he tried to get the straw of his drink into his mouth; struggling severely besides the simplicity of the task.

Turning to ask the Wilford that stood beside you what was going on, you found him to have disappeared - like magic. Maybe there had only been one Will after all.

Were all those wormholes making you lose your mind?

Probably. You were seeing Abe after all. Abe who you'd watched die at the hands of the Colonel, shortly followed by yourself, after he'd spent so long, and tried so hard to solve Marks murder.

Although, if this is what losing your mind allowed you'd gladly embrace every twist of your imagination and echo of your past.

"Is that right?" Abe asked the pink haired man who stood in front of him, slowly lowering his gun with a twinge of anger in his voice. How long had he been so bitter?

Gently lifting your heavy helmet from your head, you lowered it to your side, holding it loosely between your fingers. You suddenly felt underdressed in your Captains coveralls - as though you'd have ever had time to change - that the outfit was too odd, too unlike the you Abe knew.

That wasn't you anymore.

The District Attorney who had worked hard in Damien's office, who tried to help solve their friends murder, who died trying to protect the people they loved, was long gone. Yet, was your new role of Captain much different from that?

How many times had you jumped into the wormhole? Jumped out of the airlock? Let yourself be consumed by the vastness of space? - to try and save your crew? To try and save Mark? Too many to count.

Perhaps Abe would love you, and your silly, little beret, all the same. Besides, you deserved to be a little selfish for once.

"Well..." Abe pulled a small, grey taser out of his holster, slowly stepping closer and closer to Wilford: who was still entirely focused on the straw in his Martini. "Whatever you say buddy."

The way Abe had spat out the words - as though they had soured on his tongue - did not befall you. Had he been through so much hurt since you saw him last? More than you knew.

Abe's heart ached for you; longed for you to still be by his side, be his partner (in every sense of the word). He kept himself awake at night in anguish, thinking and thinking about what he could've done to save you. After all, he had survived a bullet to the heart hadn't he? Yet, like always, he couldn't save the one who mattered most, his partner - you.

Was it his fault? Probably. Every partner he'd ever had at his side had left, been left behind, died - and he supposed by giving you the title, he had doomed you to such a fate.

He often wished he'd told you to run far away from that goddamn manor at the first sight of danger - but he hadn't, and he would have to live with that.

As Abe stalked towards Wilford, taser in hand, you let out a ghost of a sound - something between gasp and a whine - hoping to stop Abe before he took it too far, but not knowing the words to say, where to begin.

"Abe." You mustered out, hushed words coming out barely above a whisper, though it halted the detective in his tracks all the same.

Lowering the taser, Abe looked to the floor, tears welling in his eyes at the sound. Many times he had heard you calling his name, usually a whisper in the night - a comforting presence when he struggled to sleep - but this time felt too real. As though you were actually stood mere feet behind him and not 6ft below him.

He knew he shouldn't look - knew he would just be getting his hopes up over nothing. You were long, long gone. And a voice in his head is all you would be: yet like every other time he turned his head.

Though this time you were there. Standing, living, breathing mere feet away from him. At least he thought. He'd never seen the ghost of you before, only heard the echos of his past - but if this was him finally going crazy from your haunting presence, then crazy he would be.

"Abe." You chocked out, tears beginning to well in your eyes at the sight of the man before you. A hand came up to clamp over your mouth, to keep the pathetic whimpers in, letting your helmet clatter to the floor - the sound resounding around the near-empty roller rink.

Now Abe turned to fully face you, his eyebrows creasing together as he attempted to keep up his stoic appearance - this wasn't real, and he knew it. You were but a figment of his imagination; his own little secret only he had the joy of being privy too.

"You're not meant to be here!" Wilford slurred, his straw now loosely held between his lips and his martini almost gone. "I thought I told you to stay put y/n."

Will could see you too. Fuck.

Tears begin to rapidly fill Abes waterline as his eye raked up and down your figure - clad in a beige coverall, a little red beret resting disheveled atop your head and a discarded, cracked helmet on the floor. He doubted that it was in such condition minutes ago.

"I just couldn't help myself." You whisper breathlessly, your gaze never breaking away from Abes as you spoke. Finally getting to see him again, you doubted you'd ever be able to look away - not that you'd want to in the first place.

"Well, I guess I can it allow it for the mean time." William huffed folding his arms tightly across his chest, a sulk forming on his face. With a snap of his finger his martini began to refill. "But don't take too long, we've got to get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon."

You let out a teary laugh at Wilford's outlandish wording - ever the dramatic - a trait he and the him you knew seemed to share. Taking a few, small steps closer to Abe, you didn't speak, not wanting to get too close, or say the wrong thing, and startle him into disbelief.

This whole thing felt unreal enough to you, you couldn't imagine how it felt for him. Not only to see you now: but to wake up after being shot and finding you dead, and to spend years dedicating his life to finding your killer only to have you standing before him now.

"Partner?" Abe finally asked, his taser slowly being sheafed into his pocket as he finally took a step in your direction, not moving too fast as though that would make you disappear from his vision - gone like a wisp of smoke.

"Partner." You repeated, somewhat confirming his notion and somewhat using the term of endearment on him too. Talking larger and larger steps across the roller rinks wooden floor, you met each other in the middle, neither touching the other and both heaving in air.

"Are you- are you real?" Abe chocked out, his eyes flickering over every part of you he had been blessed with seeing again - free of blood and injury, filled with life and soul.

"I hope." Not the reply he has wanted, but it suited well enough. It was true, honest at the least - after falling through a myriad of wormholes you didn't quite know yourself, though you hoped now more then ever you were.

Taking another step forward, you were now chest to chest - close enough to feel the other breathe but far enough it could still be a dream.

A twisted dream at that.

Abe raised his hand to ghost above your cheek; almost too scared to touch you, to have you melt away under his finger tips. Though you didn't give him long to worry, leaning into the heat of his palm - skin meeting skin. Abe stilled at the contact, unnerved by the warmth that pooled in his fingertips and sent shivers up his arm and down his spine. You were once again in his arms - or were you?

Abe wasn't going to allow the prying hands of choice to drag you away from him again - in his arms, you would be safe this time. So, his hand swiftly moved to the back of your neck, pulling you against him and tucking your head into the crook of his neck; his free hand snaking around your waist and keeping you tight against him. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of your coveralls, he pressed you as tight against himself as he could.

You couldn't feel the beating of Abe's heart, but you hoped he could feel yours, assure himself you were real. He couldn't. Whatever resemblance of a heartbeat either of you had, had left you as you hit the floor of the manor many moons ago.

"Oh God, I missed you Partner." Abe's voice cracked as he spoke, the flood of emotion overtaking each of his senses. He pulled away slightly from you, enough that he could now clearly see your face - meet your eyes. Slowly, his hand moved from the back of your neck, coming to caress the side of your face. "But what's with the outfit?"

The two of you let out bittersweet, teary laughs, neither surprised by the capability to find such humour in the moment of upset and turmoil. It felt right to laugh in the others arms after all you'd been through.

You gently rested your forehead against Abe's, relishing in the moment and committing every detail of his face to memory - not knowing when you'd get to see it next. Though you hoped you'd see it today and tomorrow, and every day for the rest of your life - you couldn't exactly trust that would be the case.

Not when the crystal in your palm could start burning against you and whisk you away down another wormhole at any moment.

"I have so much I want to say." You spluttered, leaning into Abe's hand as you hiccuped out a sob. Abe's thumb brushed gently across your cheek, wiping away the escaped tears, hushing you soothingly. "I don't even know where to begin."

"Take your time gorgeous, we've got worlds of time." You didn't. Abe didn't know, you couldn't blame him for the way his words made you sob harder then before. Dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you grabbed fistfuls of his leather jacket, hoping a tight hold on him would keep him there with you.

"A captain doesn't leave their ship when it's sinking; now do they?" Wilford asked, his Martini once again empty and the straw still evading his tongue. "I believe our little y/n's time here is up. No?"

The warm-burning sensation in your palm only confirmed Williams words. Fate was not on your side; though when had it ever been?

"No." You commanded, though Will was right: you couldn't leave your crew to die by your lack of attention, because you were selfish enough to let the wormhole fester for your own peace of mind. "It's not fair."

"When is life ever fair?" William near spat - anger of a life he had once lived consuming him and leaving him just as quick. "When has life ever been fair to any of us? You're not special! You need to do what's right."

"Don't listen to him partner." Abe pleaded, his hands holding onto the fabric of the our coveralls tighter then he had previously; as though you'd slip through his fingers at the mention of going anywhere but with him. "I just got you back, I- I can't lose you again."

It was selfish of you, to want to heed to his words. To stay in his arms now you'd found them. And in all your lifetimes you'd never put yourself first, at least that you could remember. You'd given up your life, your body, your soul for the sake of your friends, for the sake of making things right - why couldn't you be selfish for once?

You had a job to do.

"He's right." You sombrely answered, removing yourself from Abe's hold with little struggle. His arms didn't chase after you, hold you close to him so you couldn't go - be taken away by things out of your control. He didn't fight this, didn't fight for you. "I have no choice in the matter."

"Life is ours to choose." Abe spat, the words bitter on his tongue. How many time a had you heard that phrase? In how many bodies? Tears welled in your eyes once more at the wave of grief that washed over you; grieving the life you'd never get to live with Abe, a life long taken from you. "Choose to stay."

Choose me.

"I would, if I could. I would over and over again." Your voice trembled as you spoke, leaning down to pick up your discarded helmet, not breaking eye contact as you did.

"Don't make them leave." Abe begged, turning towards Wilford - William, the colonel - pleading with the man he had spent the last decade, decades, chasing after. As though he had any control over the matter. "It's the least you could do."

Wilford didn't answer the man, instead he fiddled with the straw inside of his drink, idly sipping the liquid.

"Abe, it's okay." You soothed, taking a step closer to your lover, in some lifetime or other, though not daring to touch him. You'd already let go of him twice, and to do so again might kill you. "I'll find you. Somehow, somewhere."

"You promise?" You couldn't promise, that would be cruel. To have him lead his life in hope, in wait. You loved the detective far too much to subject him to such heartbreak.

"No. But I'll try my hardest." A bitter laugh left your sore and scratched throat, tired of the crying. "It's the best I can give you."

A hot white burn flooded your senses, the crystal that was buried deep into your palm glowing brightly.

"Ive seen so much more than you know, and it's means I know things. Like somewhere out there I've already found you; I can do it again. I will do it again." You reassured, wincing as the pain in your palm became unbearable, fighting against leaving becoming harder and harder. It was futile to resist.

"I hope you know I don't like this, not one bit." Abe seethed through his teeth, his eyes red and raw from both the tears he'd let flow and the ones he was trying to keep within.

Taking a step back from you, Abe stood closer to Wilford, giving you one last look over - relishing in the sight of you alive and breathing for what well could be the last time.

"Be safe, partner."

"I will, partner." A swirl of blue and white began to form behind you, the wind picking up inside the roller rink despite all the windows being closed. This was goodbye. Turning to face it, you had just about accepted your fate: but you knew you needed to be selfish for once. To have some peace of mind to get you through whatever mayhem was to come.

"Wait, Abe, I-" With a flash of bright light you were gone. Gone from Abe's grasp once again, slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

"I know," Abe whispered, his glazed-over expression fixed on the spot where you had just stood. "I know."

"Well, better get back to our 'regularly scheduled programming.'" Abe sardonically spat, turning to Wilford and slipping the taser out of his pocket. "I have a job to do after all."

Abe would return to the roller rink before he knew, before he was ready to really. Though this time he wouldn't feel the heartbreak, dazed by the flashing lights and groovy music, he'd become entranced by the disco-loving Warfstache's antics and join in.

He'd dance to the upbeat music, moving in  slow circles with Wilford and his mask-covered friends; deluded by the knowledge that you couldn't survive a bullet to the heart.

And he'd constantly find himself looking over his shoulder, a whisper in the wind calling his name, and a strange feeling that one day, he'd turn around and a person would be waiting at the other end of the call.

a/n : There's not enough Abe content so I decided to make my own.

If one single person wants a part 2 I'll make one because I already have ideas lol.

A minute ago when he had asked it had sounded so silly, if he could blush she probably would’ve been the entire time. But you were a few glasses of wine in and so was he. You were a giggling mess and he couldn’t stop the nervous laughs that escaped him.

His dear friend had understood what was happening and ever the charmer himself, Hellboy had winked at Abe before tossing Liz over his shoulder to promptly exit and give the two of you some alone time. The two of you had been slow dancing for a few minutes now, the slow Al Green songs must’ve been Hellboy’s doing, he certainly was doing his best wingman job after all. Your redden cheeks hurt, how much you had been smiling and laughing all night was beyond you, but it was a welcome change of pace from the usual work week filled with mayhem and magic.

Abe twirled you gently, his stance that of a seasoned dancer, which made you wonder where exactly had he picked this up. He was careful but elegant, shy but still moved with the confidence of someone who had been doing this for years. The alcohol in your body lulled you, as the soft tune played out of the speakers, you were happy to just exist there with Abe.

“You know…I often hoped you’d finally get the guts to tell me you like me” The bomb was dropped, nothing too eloquent about it but if anything straight forward enough he didn’t have to read your thoughts for. Abe’s rhythm falter only a few seconds, gaze looking elsewhere as if ashamed. Had he been so obvious all this time? Had he done little to hide his emotions from you?

“I like you too, and no I’m not drunk, or at least not drunk enough to be incoherent” Your words left him speechless, the light piano of the current song making him slow his dancing more. He felt awkward, as if anything he could say would be met with more confusion.

Abe was always more a man of words than actions, a true opposite to his friend and colleague. While Hellboy struggled to find words, Abe had plenty to spare, in various languages. He spared a glance at your smiling face, lips rosy and cheeks just as much, your body close to his own and suddenly he felt so at a loss for words.

You opened your mouth to speak but felt his hand press against your mouth. At first you thought he was shutting you up, but those gorgeous bottomless eyes somehow said otherwise.

“I don’t know how often I’ve dreamt of your mouth, of the way your lips must feel…” It guts you, sends a pleasant shiver all over your body.

Even at a loss, he still manages to find something beautiful to say, somewhat poetic.

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“Go now, shoo! Shoo! That’s all for tonight folks!” You could hear Wilford’s voice above everyone else’s as he clears out the bar for closing time. It was very late into the night, and even though Wilford didn’t adhere to the normal rules of time, you did, and you were starting to get tired. 

You focus your attention on pouring out any half drunken drinks that were left on the bar, and started wiping the counter. As the club quieted down, Wilford sauntered over to you. “Welp, tonight was quite eventful.” He said, plopping down on one of the bar stools in front of you.

“If by ‘eventful’, you mean you stabbed three people…I guess so.” You sigh, remembering all the blood you had to clean up.

“Three? I could have sworn it was more…Oh well, they deserved it for not playing by the rules. I have a strict, ‘no creeps’ policy.” You can’t help but chuckle. It’s not like they could die here anyway. Death wasn’t as permanent in this establishment as it was in others.

[ Hey you, don’t think about it too hard, ok, trust me. ]

The mood lights in the club were still on, colorful spotlights gliding across the dance floor in a dazzling display of colors. You usually loved the vibe of the lights and the music, and even the dancing people. But it had been a long night of breaking up bar fights, mostly ones Wilford inadvertently started, and dealing with just one too many drunken ‘accidents’.

You could feel a headache coming on, so you went over to the control box, flicking off the energetic music and light show. “Hey-!” You could hear from the other side of the bar, but you just rolled your eyes as you turned on some smoother, less headache inducing music, changing the lighting to move a lot slower and less intensely.

The mood of the club changed to that of a slow dance, and as you turned back to Wilford you could see him pouting.

“I’m sorry Wil, but my head is killing me right now… Come on, some jazz music isn’t gonna kill you.” He was still pouting, but he drops the issue, mumbling to himself that ‘it wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t as good as disco.’ 

You chuckled to yourself, already feeling the pounding in your head die down almost instantly. You have to wonder if that was really the your doing, or Wilford’s, but you return your attention to polishing some more glasses, humming to the smooth tunes coming through the speakers.

Wilford gets up, and to entertain himself, starts slowly dancing around the dance floor as if he had a partner. Arms out in a sort of waltz, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

After a few minutes, you suddenly hear the door open. “Sorry, we’re actually closed!” You call out, not looking up from the glass you were cleaning.

“Yeah, go away- Wait…do I know you?” You hear Wilford call out. Curiosity gets the better of you as you look up to see who had entered the club at such a late hour. But as your eyes register what, or rather who you're looking at, they widen in shock. You freeze, and apparently drop the glass you were holding because Wilford was suddenly beside you, catching it before it could hit the floor. I guess that weird teleporting thing he could do actually came in handy sometimes.

Wilford points a finger at you, and says, “Well, apparently he knows you.” He looks at the man who had  just entered the room, and finally a look of realization dawns on his face. He turns to point at the newcomer now, “Dave? No…wait...Dave?” 

“God fucking dammit Wilford, not this again. Abe! My name's Abe, you know this.” The man runs a hand over his face as he rolls his eyes at Wilford. “And who the fuck is tha-” He finally takes a proper look at you, and his expression shifts from annoyance, to realization, then to horror. 

You finally snap out of your frozen state as you slowly make your way out from behind the bar, getting closer to him, never breaking eye contact. You had long since given up trying to make sense of everything that was happening at any moment, spending time with Wilford desensitizes you to the madness…but…

The rugged detective, your partner, was standing there, right in front of you. The man who had been shot in front of your very eyes-

You shake your head. 

[ Remember y/n, thinking about it just makes it more confusing. ]

You push those thoughts out of your head, instead you reach out a hand ghosting it to the side of his face. You touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin on your hand, the warmth that ment he was alive. And that’s all that mattered.

He finally spoke, “Partner? How-” You shake your head.

“Does it really matter how?” You ask him, smiling. He slowly brings up one of his own hands and places it on your cheek as he chuckles, a deep, almost tired sound.

“I guess not.” You stay there for a moment, the fact that the other was really, actually, there, starting to actually sink in, until an eccentric voice brings you back to reality, and you both step back from one another in embarrassment. 

“Well, I better be off! You make sure you remember to close up. Oh, and get some rest.” He says, looking at you, before turning to Abe. “Nice seeing you again, detective! Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!” Wilford swung his jacket over his shoulder, and with a wave, disappears through a closet door.

Abe’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “That’s not the exit-” You laugh. Interrupting him.

“It’s Wilford.” Abe sighs, laughing as well.

“Yea, I guess you're right.” You smile at him cockily.

“I always was, still am.” He snorted and smiled back at you, but there was a sad look in his eye. One that was thinking of a time long past, when life was simpler.

You cleared your throat. “Come on, let’s have a drink. It’s on me.”

You move back to your place behind the bar and start to pour two glasses of whiskey. Abe makes his way to a seat across from you.

I couldn’t believe it, he was alive. My handsome partner I’ve been trying so long to avenge was standing right in front of me, pouring me a drink. Working for the very same man who shot him, and myself, not so long ago. Why was it always the attractive ones that end up going batshit crazy.

You laugh as you make your way over to the seat next to him, whiskeys in hand. He looks at you confused. “You're doing the thing again.” You tell him, but his face just grows more confused.

“What thing?” He asks, taking a sip of the drink you hand him.

“Monologueing out loud? Projecting your thoughts? I don’t know what it’s called! The thing!” His eyes widen in realization, and he chokes on his drink. His face flushes slightly, as he coughs, trying to maintain his composure. 

His attempt to cover it up just makes you laugh harder. “You know, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You wink. “Especially for being dead.” He rolls his eyes, but you see the blush start to get to his ears.

“Well, I don’t feel dead, that’s for sure.” He says, taking another sip from his drink. You raise your eyebrows, you could never tell if he ever realized how suggestive the things he always said were. You decide to play into it, even if just to tease him.

You turned in your seat to face him directly, making it so your knees were touching, and put your head in your hand, leaning forward, elbow on your knee to face him. 

“I feel pretty alive right now too~” you look him right in the eyes and wink again. His face becomes as red as a tomato, and you silently cheer, proud of yourself. 

“Thats- thats not what I-” He stutters. You laugh again, downing your drink in one go, and slam it against the table. “God damn it man-” You chuckle, getting up. 

“I have to count the register, but as soon as I finish, would you want to take a walk and catch up?” He shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he tries to calm down his heartbeat and the blush on his face.

“Sure, I don’t know if I have much to say, though. I can’t really remember much.” He frowns.

“If it makes you feel any better, i dont either- Aw dammit.” Abe looks up at you as you scowl, looking at the state of the money in the cash register. This is why you always told Wilford to leave it up to you!

“Wil fucking doesn’t know how to sort cash into the god damn drawers and-” You grumble trying to reorganize it. “I know he doesn’t have to worry about money, but some of us have bills to pay!”

In response to your words, Wilford suddenly leans out from the front door, “Sorry about that, my cherished employee and dear, dear old friend-” Even though you had no idea how he heard you, you decide to ignore that and just glare at him. He shoots you a smile that no one could stay mad at, and closes the door again, disappearing with a, “You know you two love me!~” You and Abe both roll your eyes as you finish counting the cash in the drawer. Then you go to grab the keys for the front door, from the back room.

You were still in your bartender uniform suit, and it was always pretty stuffy in the club. The collar of your shirt starting to feel like it was suffocating you, so as you make your way back over to Abe, you untie your bow tie and unbutton the top few buttons of your dress shirt. You take a deep breath, feeling better already, and look up at Abe to see if he was ready to leave. 

He was shifting awkwardly, not being able to keep eye contact with you for longer than a moment, and you just stared at him, confused. “Are…you ok?” 

“Wh- what? Yea! Of course!” He blinks, “Walk-” He spins on his heel and heads towards the door. 

I guess my Partner and I are cut from the same, ‘does-a-suggestive-thing-without-noticing’, cloth. But I try to play cool, calm, and collected at their actions. I don’t think they’ve noticed anything.

You chuckle to yourself, still a bit confused, but follow him anyway. He holds the door open for you, and the two of you step into the warm summer night. You start walking in a direction and Abe follows.

“So, what parts do you remember.” You ask him. 

He sighs shaking his head, “I remember chasing after Wilford, trying to hunt him down for ages...but…that’s about it. Even the details of that are all fuzzy.” You put an arm on his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. He clears his throat, “Well, how about you? What adventures has our D.A. been on?” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder.

“You’d be surprised. I robbed a museum, went to space-” He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening and his attention snapping to you.

“You robbed- Space-? What-?!” You laugh at his reaction and stop walking as well. 

“I don’t know what to tell you man! I guess I’ve been busy. But in my downtime I work at Wilford’s club…and that’s about it. That’s…all I really remember, at least.” He stares at you incredulous for a moment, but then shakes his head chuckling.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were never one to back down from a challenge” he says.

Turning to a life of crime and then going to space. All while working a side job at the same time. I really do only fall for crazy people…

You smile looking at him. And for a moment the two of you just stand there, looking at each other. The slightly sad look comes back to Abe’s eyes.

…I can’t believe he’s still alive… If this is a fucking dream- …I-

You hug him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding on to him tightly. He hesitates for only a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist. His head falls onto your shoulder as you gently rub circles into his back. He practically melts into you, clinging onto you as if you would disappear if he ever let go.

“I’m here… I’m real, and I’m not going anywhere.” You press a soft kiss to his head. “You're not gonna be able to get rid of me that easily. Even death couldn’t keep us apart.” He chuckles into your chest and the two of you stay like that for a little while. The warm air of the night cocooning the both of you in a safe and comforting feeling. A feeling you haven't truly felt since the last time you saw him.

Finally, Abe lets go and takes a step back. You grab his hand, and pull him so the two of you can continue your walk. “Come on…Partner.”