#hellboy 2006

It was a late night, far later than either of you would’ve liked. It was a long rainy day and you were both glad to be freshly showered and tucked into bed. 

You called the cats onto the bed, smiling as they took spots all along your sides and on your lap. 

"Hewwo babies," You coo, rubbing ones belly and scratching another's chin.

"Alright, make room," Hellboy smiled seeing you all wrapped up in blankets and kittens. Carefully pulling back his side of the sheets he slipped under, smiling as some of the kittens nuzzled his chin and hands.

You lifted a small orange baby, kissing its cheek loudly, rubbing its belly and cooing at it. "Is this baby new?"

"Yeah, found the poor thing by an old dumpster," He reached his hand out, rubbing its chin: it purred loudly.

"He's a sweetheart," You smile, kissing his cheek again. You place him down on Red's chest, then lean away, sneezing loudly.

"Bless you,"

"Thanks-" You start, but get interrupted by another sneeze. Then another right after that.

"Did you catch a cold outside?" Red raised a brow, still petting the orange kitten.

"No, it's my allergies," You sniffle, wiping your nose with your sleeve, rubbing a tabby kittens belly.

"Oh yeah, I've been gettin' 'em too lately, especially with the seasons changing," He murmured, scooting down in bed, laying down fully with three kittens on his chest.

"No, not seasonal allergies, like my actual allergies," You pick up the tabby, pulling her to rest in your lap, despite the major death glare and airplane ears she was purring.

"What allergies?"

"Hmm?" You glance down at him, shrugging. "I'm allergic to cats,"

You'd never seen him move so fast, he was up in seconds, showing away all the cats and moving all the blankets.

“It’s not that big of a deal!” You laugh watching Hellboy rush around the room. 

“It is a big deal!” He comes up to your shared bed, moving the blankets you were under, making all the cats meow and move from their spots. “C’mon, up up,” 

“Don’t make them leave, Red,” You pout, watching all the kittens jump down from the bed. Before a little gray tabby could, you grabbed him under his arms, pulling him close to your chest. 

“Stop that!” 

You shook your head, pressing a kiss between the kittens ears. 

“You’re allergic!” Kneeling on the bed, he reaches over and gently plucks the kitten out of your arms, holding it to his chest.

"It's fine, Red," You protest, crossing your arms, watching him as he steps off the bed and places the kitten across the room on the couch.

"It's not fine, your arms are getting red!" He points to your now itchy arm, not that you would admit that to him.

"I have pills I can take so, I'm okay-"

"Where are they?" He's panting and seems genuinely frightened, not a lot but a reasonable amount.

"The pharmacy ran out last week so I have to get more, but they're going to call or email me when it's back in stock," He groans loudly, not mad at you but the pharmacy.

"Alright, alright," He wipes his hands on his sweatpants, moving all the cats to the far side of the room before changing the top blankets.

"There," He mumbled, tucking you into the new blankets, sitting beside you. "Now, no more snuggling with the cats until you have your medicine,"

"That's not fair!" You whine, reaching a hand out toward the now sleeping babies.

"It's totally fair, you're allergic and I don't want to see you in pain,"

You reach a hand out, touching his forearm, meeting his eyes. "I'm not in pain, it's annoying and a bit irritated but I'll be okay, really, Red, you don't have to worry about me,"

You cup the side of his face, he leans into your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist, then palm.

"I'm always gonna worry 'bout you,"

"I know, but I'm not an idiot, I have medicine that allows me to play with the cats, I wouldn't go near them if I didn't, you have to trust me, okay?" You lean in, bumping your nose on his.

He scoffs, raising a brow. "I'd believe you if I didn't know you have a cat tucked into your side,"

Shit.

"What're you sayin' Abe?" Hellboy lowered his gun, turning away from the training dummy.

Abe was leaning against the far wall of the training facility, sitting cross legged on the floor.

"I'm just saying, she's acting a bit differently, and I've felt a change in her," Abe rubbed his palms, looking at the floor.

"You read her mind?" Hellboys tone didn't match his wording, he was concerned and genuinely curious, not judging.

"Of course not!" Abe protested, glancing up from the floor. "It's not just me, Liz and Myers have noticed it too, she's....just a little off recently,"

Red inspected his gun, nodding his head. "Yeah, she has been less talkative, and she's been sleeping in her own room a lot more,"

"I think we should talk to her about it," Abe stood, walking up to Hellboy.

"I agree, I'll ask Liz if her and Myers can go get her favorite take out and we'll talk tonight,"

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You knew something was up the moment you walked into your shared room with your two boyfriends.

They cleaned the room for starters, put out your nice silverware and plates and even lit some candles.

It was very romantic.

"What's going on?" You set your bag next to the kitchen island, taking off your boots.

"We got dinner," Abe started, gesturing to the large takeout bins on the table.

"Why?" You stood straight up, crossing your arms over your chest. Abe and Red shared a look.

"Because we wanted to do something for you, we've noticed you've been kinda off lately and we just wanted to check in with ya," Red filled in, rubbing the back of his neck.

When he met your eyes he paused, fearing the worst. Your cheeks and neck had gone red and your eyes were brimming with tears.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Abe asked, stepping forward.

You lost it, your knees going weak and giving out on you. Abe was quick to rush forward and grab you in his arms. Both men joined you on the floor as you cried.

"Baby, what's wrong? Was it somethin' I said?" Red asked, rubbing soothing circles on your back and shoulder.

Abe moved the hair from your face, his arm rubbing your lower back.

"I'm just always the one who helps everyone else...." You inhale shakily, wiping your nose on your sleeve. "I'm not used to having people look after me,"

"Well you should, you deserve it, my love," Abe pressed a firm kiss on your wet cheek.

"Do you wanna talk about anything else that's bothering ya?" Red asked.

You spent the next thirty minutes telling them everything. From you getting yelled at by Manning during a failed mission to the fact that you ran out of toothpaste this morning.

You cried, and they wiped away every tear. Giving you praise and kisses with everything you revealed.

"Does it feel better now that you've gotten everything off your chest?" Red asked.

You nod. "Yeah, it does, thanks for listening," You take both of their hands, pressing a kiss to each of their knuckles.

"Of course, baby," They both spoke. "We're always here to listen, my love,"

You chuckle, wiping the last of your tears and gesturing to the forgotten take out. "Think we could have that food now?"

Abe pulls you to your feet. "Absolutely,"

"No, no," You whine, trying to turn away from the edge of the bed. You pull the six blankets you have to the side, but you barely move them, your arms are so tired.

"Yes," Hellboy comes over to your side of the bed with a small tray, it has a glass of water, a pack of crackers and steaming chicken noodle soup. "You need to eat,"

"I don't want-"

"Yes you do, you're drooling,"

You quickly wipe at your mouth, grumbling as he sets the tray down on your nightstand before easily moving your body to sit up.

"Here, you don't even have to do anything, I'm gonna spoon feed it to you." He sits down by your knees, picking up the bowl of soup and stirring it.

You hated how delicious it smelled, you grumbled and sealed your lips shut as he brought the spoon and bowl to your mouth.

"C'mon baby, just a few bites that's all I'm asking for," He pulled back. "If you don't eat this, I'm going to start making airplane and car noises,"

You chuckled dryly, a cough coming out at the end. "You wouldn't dare,"

He adjusted the spoon in his normal hand and made plane-flying noises. Through some act of nature, he didn't spill a drop, even as he moved the spoon around and the bowl under it.

He came to your lips and you begrudgingly opened your mouth and ate the soup. You moaned softly, the warm broth felt amazing on your sore throat.

"See?" This time when he held up the spoon you eagerly ate it. After what felt like only five minutes, but you knew was much longer, the whole bowl was empty and he was kissing your forehead.

"Not so bad right?"

You rolled your eyes, not looking at him as he brought the cup of water to your face.

"Drink,"

"I'm not thirsty," You countered, crossing your arms.

"Take three sips of this and I'll let you take a nap,"

Your hands covered his, bringing the glass to your lips and greedily taking three large gulps.

"There you go," He laughed, putting the cup and tray back on the nightstand and helping you settle back down into the blankets and pillows.

"Will you stay with me?" You mumble, feeling exhaustion creeping back in.

"Do you want to cuddle of just have my next to you?" He ran his hand up and down your side.

"Cuddle," You whisper, your eyes shutting and not wanting to open. You feel the bed dip behind you before a very large a warm figure surrounds your back.

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.

You'd never had a problem with admitting you're a witch.

Even when you joined the B.P.R.D, you never hid your talents or interests, it was one of the things that drew your now boyfriend to you.

It feels like only yesterday when he shyly approached you and offered you a small stack of books on ancient spells and cultures.

You'd read all of them that night and invited him to have a lunch date with you to talk about them.

Now 7 months later, you were the happiness you had ever been. He was your everything, gils and all.

You knew he was insecure. He never said anything, and he probably never would, but you could see it in the way he sighed at romance movies or kept sneaking glances at Red and Liz.

Wanting to silence any mean thoughts he had about himself, you did everything in your power (literally) to remind him how much you cared for him.

One day while you were on the surface, doing some window shopping (much to Mannings dismay) you passed by a bookshop. That's just what he needs!

Excitedly you enter the shop, glancing around, it was a small shop with stained green carpet and peeling wallpaper walls. The shelves looked crooked and could topple over at any moment.

You weave in and out of the isles, picking up big leather books and smiling thinking about how happy he'd be.

Picking out three new books you end up at the back of the store, feeling the air suddenly change. You knew that feeling.

The very back wall was dark, no lights were around this section, the only light was the window to your right. A few of the shelves had broken, leaving some books on the floor or hitting another shelf.

Holding out your free hand, palm up, you skimmed the books. They hummed, vibrating and talking to you. Magic.

As you skimmed the shelf, one book in particular was really talking, buzzing and jumping as your hand came closer. Pressing your finger to the worn leather spine, it stopped bouncing, leaning forward and falling to the floor.

It landed on a random page, crouching down you smile. A glamour spell.

Buying all the books, you rush home, ignoring how cold the night had gotten and how uncomfortable your shoes now were.

"Abe!" You call, bursting into the library, it was quiet and he wasn't in his tank. "Abe, my darling? Are you in here?"

"Love?" Abe poked his head over the spiral staircase railing, quickly coming down them, eyes wide as you ran to him.

"Abe, I've just found the most wonderful thing," You wrap your hands around his waist, panting heavily.

"What is it, Love?" He tilts his head in the cutest way, allowing you to pull him to the nearest table and pull the books out of your bag.

"I found a new bookshop and got you some new books to read," You pull out the other three you got him, digging until your whole arm was in the bag to get the magic one.

"Oh, love!" His webbed hands gently moved across the thick books, flipping through some of the first few pages. "Thank you, you didn't have to,"

"But I wanted to," You smile at him, finally finding the book and showing it to him. "This is a spell book that I found,"

He gently took the book from your hands, you bit your lip, hoping he wouldn't take this the wrong way. He opens the book, flipping through the old pages, he stopped on a random page.

"'Glamour Spell'?" He read aloud, your heart leapt, touching his forearms.

"That way we could spend the day together up on the surface, there's so many places I want to show you,"

"You could perform this spell?" You nod, he peers down at the pages. "...and then I'd appear human?"

"Yes, and it could be reversed at any moment if you get uncomfortable, but the spell will end exactly 18 hours after it's casted."

He's silent, read through the spell, your heart is pounding against your chest.

"Alright, if you would like to try this," He smiles at your excited squeal, setting the book down and pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"This is going to be so fun!"

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Blue smoke filled your room, you cough, waving your hands around and turning on your ceiling fan. The smoke was so thick you could barely see your hands in front of your face.

"Abe?" You ask, carefully stepping over your spell set up, going to where he was standing.

"Love?"

"Abe, honey, are you alright? Where are you?" You take cautious steps forward, extending your arms out.

"I'm....I'm..." His form appeared in the smoke, his back to you. "I'm human," He turns, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

He was the same height, but had big dark brown eyes, freckles covering his face and hair that was several shades of blue and green.

"Oh, it worked!" You squeal, rushing up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, it was strange not feeling his gills.

He picked you up, feet lifting off the ground as he spun you around.

"Oh, love you're amazing, it worked!" He set you down, face turning pink as he stared at you. "It worked," He laughed softly.

You laughed with him, letting him go and look at himself in your mirror. The room was still full of smoke but now it was only waist height.

You smile, seeing him touching his face, scrunching his nose, and running his hands through his hair.

"Hair! I have hair!" He laughs, fluffing and pulling at his hair, a large grin spread across his face.

You opened your mouth to happily respond, but get distracted when you realize the the smoke had cleared more.

"Um, Abe?" A blush creeps across your face.

"And I don't have fins," He lifts one of his arms, touching his sides and under his armpit. "I can move my arms all around," He rolled his shoulder, still smiling.

"Abe, darling?" You cover your mouth to stop giggling.

"Yes, my love?"

"You are also naked,"

His eyes go wide, glancing down and quickly covering himself, his face and neck turning bright red. "That I am,"

"Here, I'll get you some clothes, hold on," you laugh, going over to your dresser and pulling out some pants.

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After dressing Abe (and trying to not look at his ass) you both sneak off to the surface, going downtown to your favorite street.

It was late October, the night was cold, it wasn't late but the sun had ready gone down and Abe was glad for the thick jacket you'd lent him, it was a strange feeling to have his face blush and get warm.

"What would you like to do first?" He asked, glancing at you. You smiled, taking his hand and pulling him down the sidewalk.

"I want you to try pretzels," You giggle and seeing you glowing in the streetlamp lights will be forever burned into his brain.

His nerves spiked as other people started coming down the street, he bared himself for the normal berage of rude comments, jokes or the occasion piece of trash. But nothing came, they walked by, he was sure they didn't even look at him.

"You alright?" You ask, he'd stopped walking, looking back at the group that passed you.

"They just walked by," He smiled, pulling you down the sidewalk to a hot pretzel stand.

You buy two pretzels and let him take his first bite. It tastes....good, his jaw is now strong enough to chew through the bread like material.

"How is it?" You ask, eating your own food, tucking your hair behind your ear so it wasn't in the pretzel.

"It's good!" He eagerly takes another bite. You lead him over to a sidewalk bench, sitting down next to him and happily eating together.

A chill ran through the night, Abe shivered, fishing his pretzel and rubbing his hands together for warmth.

You finished yours and threw away your napkins, standing and suggesting they do some window shopping.

As you walk he still rubs his hands, taking his hand you interlock fingers and shove both your hands into your pocket.

You show him your favorite stores, telling him all your fun stories you have of this street. And you love seeing how excited he is and how comfortable he is walking around without being worried about his appearance.

But....your heart sunk everytime you really looked at him. It was your boyfriend, but you missed the large black eyes, the gills on his neck, the smooth feeling of his scales.

You both ended up at the park, walking hand in hand looking at all the fairy lights hung up around the street lamps and trees.

"It's so beautiful here," He murmured, looking up with wide eyes. "I understand now why you come here so often,"

"I'm glad I get to share it with you," You wrap your arm around his, resting your head on his shoulder.

There's a gazebo at the end of this park trail, covered in fake cobwebs and spiders and more fairy lights.

"Tonight's been perfect, Love," He murmurs, spinning you around to face him, cupping your face in his hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

His cheeks turn bright pink, he leans in puckering his lips and closing his eyes. You laugh softly, leaning into his hands and kissing him softly.

His lips were warm, unlike the cool cold you're used to. But it felt wonderful to kiss him out in public and not worry if people had seen him.

He pulls back, face now red, his chest heaving. "I could get used to this,"

You kiss him again, not wanting to answer. You didn't want this to be the normal. You missed him.

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Around 2 AM you snuck back into B.P.R.D headquarters, sneaking away to your room.

You close your door, biting your lip and glancing nervously at him.

"So, now that we're back, do you want me to undo the spell?"

He turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Um, well, I don't mind it, why? Is it draining power from you?"

"No, no, I'm fine, I just wasn't sure," You rub your hands together. He notices your nervousness and takes a few steps toward you, taking your hands in his.

"Do you want to undo the spell?"

"I just want you to be comfortable,"

"I want you to be comfortable," He says back, running his thumb along your knuckles.

"Me?" You raise a brow.

"You were the one who found the spell and suggested it, and I know my normal form isn't exactly attractive-"

"Abe!" You interrupt him, eyes wide, voice a bit higher than you meant it. "I didn't show you that spell because I wanted to spend the day with you, not because I wanted to change you. You don't need you to be human to be attractive. I find you attractive, I like your big eyes and gills and your webbed fingers,"

He stares with wide eyes, as you speak tears start to fog his vision, brimming in his eyes. "You really mean that?"

"If you had your powers I'd make you read my mind," You smile at him, gripping his hands tightly. "You are amazing, just the way you are,"

"You really think so?"

"I know so," You cup his face, running your thumb on his cheekbone. "I love you, Abe, fishy and all,"

Tears spilled down his face, he smiled wide. "I love you too," He pulled you to his chest, hugging you tightly. "You can undo the spell. I'm ready to be me again,"

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This time when you did the spell, you had your fan on to help with the smoke. You watched the smoke cover your boyfriend and swarm the room.

"Abe?" You stand, looking into the smoke. Abe took a step forward, once again blue and covered in scales.

"I'm back," He laughed, secretly enjoying your large grin at seeing him again, and rushing to hug him.

"I missed you," You press several kisses on his face: on his lips, nose bump, cheeks, chin, and forehead.