#hellboy 2 reader insert

Falling asleep to the sound of Nuada’s voice.

(For anon)

Nuada always knew how to soothe you. Often when the two of you were together, you felt more relaxed than normal. Perhaps it had something to do with his silky voice. 

At times, you had trouble sleeping. It wasn’t a persistent issue or anything to be worried about, but once in a while it seemed impossible for you to fall asleep. It was during one of those times when Nuada awoke as you moved about, trying to find a comfortable position.

“What troubles you so that you’re flopping around like this?” He asked groggily.

“I can’t sleep. I’m trying to get comfortable to see if that helps.”

“I don’t believe it’s working.”

“Would you tell me a story, or read something to me?”

Being afraid to admit your feelings to Nuada.

(Fem Human Reader)

(For anon)

After Nuada’s defeat, he was being kept at B.P.R.D. while they attempted to rehabilitate him. It wasn’t an easy task by any means. If anything, his loss has only spurred his hatred more. 

When the higher ups felt that it was safer for him to interact with a human, you were called in. You weren’t sent to interrogate him or anything of the sort. It was much less official than that. You would simply be a friend. They hoped that your knowledge and demeanor would make him more open to accepting that all humans weren’t, in fact, awful.

The Prince was more than a little resilient at first. He refused to call you by name (referring to you only as, ‘human,’) and often insulted humanity as a whole and in doing so, you as well. You tried to keep him off that topic and instead spoke about goblin crafts and magical lore. You’d ask him about home, trying to steer away from anything that might hit a sore note.

In time, the two of you grew close. Initially you felt apprehension when it came time for you to visit with Nuada. That changed, however, and you began to look forward to seeing him. You found yourself thinking about him sporadically throughout the day.

‘Oh no, I’m falling for him.’

He’d come a long way with how he treated you, but you were unsure if that meant he was ready to even claim a human as an actual friend. You had to tell him, at the very least, that you cared for him. He may not be ready to reciprocate your deeper feelings, but knowing that he doesn’t have a deep seeded desire to murder you would be a great start.

“Prince Nuada-”

“Please, y’n, do not address me so formally. Can I be declared a prince when I have no kingdom?”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Nuada, I wanted to ask - have you enjoyed our time together?  I mean, I’ve been feeling lately that we’re creating a bond of sorts but I don’t want to overreach.”

“I have become accustomed to your visits. Truthfully, I find myself missing your presence when you leave.”

Washing and styling Nuada’s hair for him.

(For anon)

Nuada didn’t relax often. He kept himself ever busy and preferred to be exercising both his body and mind rather than to sit in leisure.

If you joined him, he’d be more likely to allow himself to wind down for a while. Most recently, you’d wanted to wash and style his hair. He didn’t do much with it on his own; just enough to keep it looking groomed. You wanted to try something different.

It hadn’t taken much convincing. He trusted you, and although he’d never admit it aloud, the thought of you pampering him in that manner made him feel at ease. You sat with him while he bathed, using a pitcher to run the warm water over his head before massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He kept his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling.

Once he was out, he sat back while you brushed and dried his hair. You fiddled with a few ideas before settling on something simple, yet different than what he normally had. You pulled the top half back and away from his face, tying it up. The other half was left neatly down.

“What do you think? Do you like it?” You asked while he observed it in a mirror you’d handed to him.

“It’s quite functional.”

You set the mirror down, slightly exasperated. “That’s all?”

Prince Nuada being conflicted about his feelings toward you, a human.

(For anon)

You’d been at the BRPD since you were a young adult and had painstakingly - and quickly - worked your way up to the position of field agent. Some parts of the job were incredible; fantastic creatures and magical artifacts to be found. However, like any bureau, at times you were tasked with things that you didn’t particularly want to do.

Playing babysitter to a fallen elven prince had been one such task. You were selected due to your knowledge of elven lore and customs - and because you were one of the few not currently on assignment. 

They felt it was necessary to keep him under heavy watch after his loss given the temperament he displayed. You decided it would be prudent to learn about him before meeting face to face. He didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture for himself from the footage and reports you had access to;

As expected, your first encounter hadn’t been wonderful. He remained silent and unmoving, not acknowledging when you’d entered his quarters. It continued like that for several days until at last he spoke, “how long do you humans intend to keep me like this?”

“Until you’re no longer a danger to yourself or others.”

“I will always be a threat to your kind.”

“Then I guess you should get comfy. Here’s dinner.”

After hearing about your assignment, Abe came to you to offer some friendly advice; speak with Princess Nuala. If you could create a connection with her, it could potentially make Nuada more open to you due to their link. It would take time, of course, but it was a start.

You went to see her before you visited her brother as often as you could. You found Nuala kind and generous. She was apprehensive at first, but with Abe’s reassurance she opened up to you. At first you discussed your interests; mutual and otherwise. The two of you naturally moved on to your upbringing and families, then into deeper topics.

The effect that it had on Nuada was... interesting. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care initially. Then he became irritated. He’d snap at you, telling you to leave his sister alone. You didn’t listen, of course, and he commented on your obstinate nature.

“Why are humans so infuriating?”

Then, at last, after months of the roller coaster of him either pretending you weren’t there or treating you like an unwanted nuisance, he surprised you.

“You may stay a while if you wish, Y/N.”

Your visits changed entirely after that. Sometimes the two of you would sit in comfortable silence while you worked on other things. Other times you would visit with him and the two of you would swap information on the subjects you knew best. Occasionally you would spar to help him stay active. Although he usually won, you could hold your own against him for a time. You did notice that it seemed as if he were holding himself back. When you confronted him on it, you expected him to say something about your weak human constitution. But he caught you off guard yet again.

“You don’t need to hesitate with me. I’m a trained agent. I can handle whatever you throw my way.”

“I’m aware.”

“So we’ll spar properly next time? No holding back?”

“I can’t bring myself to do that.”

“Oh, come on, why not?”

“Because I don’t want any harm to come to you.”

Nuada was just as shocked by his revelation as you were and he refused to discuss it further. He’d gotten himself into a predicament he never imagined he’d be in. He dismissed you so that he could be alone to mull over what he was feeling. You left as confused as he was.

Being Jareth’s younger sibling and falling for Prince Nuada.

(For anon)

After his defeat by the human girl, Sarah, your brother had opted to retreat to recenter himself; leaving you to watch over his kingdom in his stead. It was during this time that you received communication that an elven prince was in the market for goblin crafts. You sent an invitation for him to visit the Goblin City and began preparations.

When he arrived, his only companion was a cave troll. In your dealings with other members of royalty, they normally had a selection of guards accompanying them. The sight of one elf and a troll at the gates of the city wasn’t what you’d been expecting.

“Welcome to the Goblin City, Prince Nuada.”

“And who might you be? I was under the impression I would be received by the King.”

“I am y/n, and I am the one that summoned you. The King, Jareth, is my elder brother. I have watch over his lands while he’s... away.”

“I see. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, y/n.”

A room had been made ready for him, and a selection of weapons and machinery had been brought up for display. Each item would be demonstrated for him and he’d have the opportunity to test all for himself. The selection was sizable and would take some time for him to get through. You didn’t mind that he’d be there for a while - he was handsome, after all.

The two of you spent much of his visit together; learning about one another. You found that you enjoyed his company more than you thought you would. At times he could be arrogant but it was difficult to fault him for that when you could be the same. He surprised you often; from his kindness toward the goblins to the interest he took in even the most menial aspects of the city. He always paid close attention when you spoke - no matter the topic.

When he’d at last made his selections and began preparing himself to return home, you realized that you weren’t ready to let him go. You’d gotten so used to his presence that the thought of the castle being occupied by just yourself and Jareth, whenever he came back, wasn’t viable. You wanted him there, and you would have him there. You called for him on the eve of his departure so you could make him aware of your feelings.

“You wanted to see me, y/n?”

“I wanted to extend your invitation. Initially, I wanted only to offer weaponry and other goblin crafts to you. But now I’ve come to see how lonely the castle will be once you’ve gone.”

He mulled over your words for a moment, seeming amused. “Y/N, I can’t stay here. I have my own lands and once I have the crown, I’ll remain to rule them.”

That wasn’t the response that you’d wanted. It made perfect sense to you - he adored the goblin lands so why should he not live in them? You didn’t want to have to force him to remain but you could if you had to. Your powers were similar to Jareth’s in nature, and you decided to let Nuada have a taste of them. You warped the room around you two so that there was no clear exit in sight.

“What is this?” He was calm, and a bit intrigued by what you’d done. 

You tried to explain your thought process to him. He could stay with you and the two of you could search for the crown together - and persuade his sister to your side, together. 

“If you will only remain by my side, Nuada, I can give you the world. Just stay with me - love me, and anything you desire can be yours.”

He stepped toward you, giving you the faintest of smiles. “I must leave, y/n, but that does not mean I won’t return.” He paused for a moment, reaching out to gently grab onto your hands. “I will stay until your brother comes back and then we can leave, together, to do all that you say. Is that amenable?”