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Heyo!

So I got a request for domestic Hellboy and Reader fics, and because I don’t want to be packing for my move still, my fingers slipped. Have some cute, prego reader with demon daddy, and a little bit of a happy little demon fam.

Requested by Anon with many hearts

Hope it’s as requested!

Any who

Forever and a Day [Domestic {Pregnant} Fluff]

Warnings: Pregnant person, mild worry thoughts, birth and some toddler cuteness. Nothing tragic except the tragic lack of pancakes.

“Is that one of the couch cushions?” Hellboy asked, coming into the bedroom and finding you curled up in the bed the two of you shared, burrowed in amongst maybe fifteen pillows and every blanket in the place.

“Oh god, Hellboy, you’re back,” You say. “Please tell me you’re coming to bed,” He shakes his head at you.

“Why do you look like you’re trying to blend in at a pillow factory?” He asks, pulling a few of the offending items from you. You groan but let him help you sit up.

“Because my entire body feels like it’s falling apart, and you haven’t been here to cuddle with.” You tell him.

“Are you ok? Do we need to take you back to the doctor?” Hellboy’s face was suddenly panicked. He was always on edge around you these days, your being put on bedrest had done terrible things to his nerves.

“No, it’s just normal prego pains, my hips are killing me.” You groan again, shifting so that you were propped up against the headboard. “We’ve missed you though,” You place your hands gently on the large swell of your stomach. This was probably the fist time in your life you were happy to gain weight and outgrow clothes. This time no one could tell you it was bad, no one could shame you for it.

“I missed you both too,” Hellboy gave you a big doofy grin, leaning down to kiss the top of your stomach, which was exposed because the t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up and you were too uncomfortable in your bones to care. Your fingers found their way into Hellboy’s hair and you stroked his scalp for a moment before he moved to press his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around him to hold him to you.

“Is it May yet?” You mumble against his cheek. He chuckles, moving so he can collapse on the bed beside you.

“No, sorry sweetheart, gotta keep that bun in the oven a bit longer,” He grins up at you. “I’ll tell you what, I’m not gonna miss your prego grumps,”

“Yeah, after baby boi comes out, it’ll be back to normal grumps,” You laugh. “Or maybe, tired momma grumps,”

“When our baby girl, comes out, I’ll be able to help more.” Hellboy kicks the couch cushion away from the bed, effectively making you fall back against him. “There, that’s better,” You were cradled along his front now, and you hum in approval.

“The only problem with this is I have to pee again,” You groan.

“Damn,” Hellboy says, not moving.

“Let me up or I’ll pee on you,” You laugh, never mind that it was a pretty real threat. No one ever told you just how annoying pregnancy could be. Never told you what weird things happen to your body in preparation for a baby to pop out.

“Fine, fine, hold your horses,” He moves off the bed and offers you his hands, which you take with a sigh because you hated that it cut probably two minutes off of how long it normally took you to stand.

“You know what else I’m not looking forward to?” You say.

“Being able to stand on your own?” Hellboy teases.

“Shut up, and no. If this is how big my belly is, how big do you think the baby is gonna be?” You knew the doctors had said the baby was large for how far along you were in your pregnancy, but they assured you it wasn’t unnatural. With the father being the half-demon he was, you had…concerns…about how this pregnancy was going to go. Honestly, other than some terrible cravings for raw steak and pickles, it hadn’t been so bad. You just prayed the birth went as well, and even if it killed you, you just wanted your baby to be alright.

“We’ve got the best doctors on base, you’ll do great,” Hellboy assures you. “Plus, I’m offline until after the birth now, so I can take care of you until May.”

“You do realize May is only a few weeks away, right?” You say, waddling your way to the bathroom. Hellboy nods.

“I can’t wait to meet out daughter,” He grins.

“Our son will be beautiful,” You correct him.

After you finish your business you go to the couch and sprawl yourself across Hellboy’s lap. He adjusts himself to make you more comfortable.

“Want to watch something?” He asks.

“Whatever is fine, I just wanna touch you,” You move his stone hand across your lap, enjoying the weight of it on your aching thighs. “I hope all these aches and pains go away after baby’s out,”

“Doc said they would.” Hellboy turns on the TV and flips something on. His other hand begins to trace lines along your arm. You hum at him.

“I love you,” You mumble, almost asleep.

“Love you too, Y/N,” He mumbles back. You shift slightly and groan again, you could never get comfortable enough.

“Is it May yet?” You ask again, halfheartedly. Hellboy chuckles slightly.

“No, it’s not May yet,”

May:

“You did very well,” The doctor tells you. “We’re just checking everyone’s vitals, and then you can see your baby,” He was smiling so you manage a shaky breath. It had been a long, hard labor, but you refused to sleep until you held your baby in your arms. Too bad your body didn’t care about what you wanted.

“Babe, hey babe, wake up.” Hellboy’s voice stirs you from your black-out slumber.

“Where is he?” You ask.

“I’ve got her right here,” He says. You try to sit up more, but you feel weak. Hellboy helps you adjust and then hands you a little bundle, wrapped in a white hospital blanket. You wrap your arms around it and peer inside, seeing a perfectly formed baby, bigger than any newborn you’d seen, but still weirdly small. Her skin was a bit blotchy yet, but you’d been warned that happened after such a long birth. She had soft tuffs of black hair on her head, and little bumps on her forehead where you knew horns would grow. Her skin, while blotchy, was several shades lighter than Hellboy’s, but far pinker than your own, and across her eyes it seemed to be even redder.

“Her?” You ask, tearing up. “Oh god, she’s beautiful,” You let the tears run down your face.

“She gets it from her mother,” Hellboy smiles, reaching over to brush the tears from your face.

“How did this happen?” You ask, not really wanting an answer.

“Well you see, when a man loves a woman…” Hellboy teases. You shush him. The baby wakes up and peers up at you with yellow eyes, exactly like her father’s.

“She’s got your eyes,” You murmur. “Hello little one, hello,” The baby girl in your arms gurgles back.

“She’s got my tail too, sorry bout that,” Hellboy tells you. You just coo at your baby girl.

After some time, Hellboy speaks again.

“We need to name her,” Hellboy says. “I know I was partial to Hellgirl, but I also know you’ll veto that.”

“Damn right I will,” You laugh a little. “What about a flower name?”

“You know we probably should have thought of this before.” He says. He leans over and wiggles his fingers in the baby’s face. “What do you think, little one? Want to be named after your dad?”

“I’ll divorce you,” You say, half serious. Hellboy laughs.

“That would be a trick seeing as we never did get around to getting married.” He kisses the side of your head before sitting down again.

“I like the name Azalea,” You tell him. “What do you think?”

“What about Rose, since she’s kind of red.” Hellboy offers.

“No, that’s too obvious,” You shake your head. “What about Hydrangea?”

“Isn’t that a bush?” Hellboy muses.

“Peony?”

“Poppy?”

“Marigold?”

“Does it have to be a flower?” He finally asks. You shrug.

“I think I still like Azalea best,” You tell him. “They were always my favorite flower.”

“Ok, Azalea it is.” He leans back in and makes a funny face at his daughter. “Hi Azalea, baby Azel,” The baby gurgles again, happily, and you can’t help but fall asleep with her in your arms because you were tired.

It had been a long day.

A year later:

The last year had been a blur. Azalea grew like a weed, becoming what amounted to a two-year-old in a little over six months. Hellboy assured you he did the exact same thing. By the time her first birthday came around, she was talking in full, coherent sentences and arguing with her dad over Lobster Johnson comics. Not to mention, her horns had grown in at a terminal length of three inches and her tail seemed to grow longer each day.

“Azalea, come here, you can’t run around without clothes on all day,” You call into the other room. You’d been trying to wrestle her into clothes for over an hour, but she didn’t want to because, in her words, dad never wears a shirt, why should I? You didn’t know what to tell her, because she was little enough it didn’t matter, but also, you didn’t want her running around half naked either. The only thing you’d managed to get on her was shorts.

“But Mom,” She calls back. You stand in the doorway and find her sitting on her dad’s shoulder as he reads a packet of papers for his next mission. You had decided to sit out missions until Azalea was old enough, and with the rate she was growing, that might not be as long as you had feared.

“No buts, we’re going to a party, and you can’t go to a party without a shirt on. Neither can your father, right Red?” You had your hands on your hips. Red nods.

“Yeah, I’ll put a shirt on too,” He agrees, not looking up. Azalea gave a huff of betrayal and climbs down from her father. Her hair was still what you liked to call “baby fro” mode, thick and black like Hellboy’s hair, but curlier than even your own. You had no idea where it came from, but it was a wild mess around her head. Luckily, she loves getting it brushed out before bed each night.

“Come on, love, you can wear whatever you want, but you have to wear something,” you tell her, putting a hand on her back as she comes past you. She’s pouting a little, but she nods.

“Even dad’s shirts?” She asks. You nod.

“If that’s what you want, it’s your birthday,” You tell her. She grins then and runs off to rummage through the closet. You went out by Hellboy for a moment and took his packet from him.

“Hello, beautiful,” He smiles at you and you kiss him briefly. “How’s it going.”

“I was just thinking, she’s growing so fast, I feel a little robbed of all the baby stuff.”

“Sorry, that’s me. I was fully grown by eight,” He admits. You groan.

“So, I don’t get to be a regular mom ever, huh?”

“You should have slept with a regular guy if that’s what you wanted.” Hellboy stands and kisses you again. He moves towards the bedroom to get himself ready too. “You better not have destroyed my closet again, Little Monster,”

“I didn’t do it,” Azalea’s voice squeaks back, knowing she’d been caught. You follow them into the bedroom and watch as Hellboy picks her up, tipping her upside. Azalea’s got one of Hellboy’s old BPRD graphic t-shirts on, one that had a big hole in the side from where something had probably stabbed him.

Both are laughing so hard and you can’t help but smile. Azalea squirms, her tail smacking her dad in the face. You heart was full of so much joy. You couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

When Hellboy set her down she came running over to you with a great big smile on her face and she reaches up to you. You pick her up and nuzzle her face with yours. She was such a beautiful child, her skin tone had evened out to a peculiar shade of washed out red, the patch across her golden-rod eyes, still darker. She also had some darker patches across her back and legs, which, the older she got, the more they looked like they wanted to be specific markings.

“Can you brush my hair, momma, please?” Azalea asks, eyes bright and smiling. You nuzzle her again.

“Of course, baby,” You set her down and she bolts off as soon as her little human feet hit the floor. She returns quickly with a hair brush. You sit yourself on the bed and she crawls up with you, moving her tail so she can play with it while you brush out her mess of curls. Hellboy watches you as he picks up the clothes Azalea had strewn about.

“You’re both so beautiful,” He says. Azalea sticks her tongue out at him, and he returns the gesture. He pulls a plane black t-shirt over his head and flops himself on the bed next to you. He begins to tease Azalea with his stone fingers, and she tries to bite him with her sharp little fangs. “Hey now, no biting, Little Monster,”

“Azalea, you’re going to hurt your teeth long before you hurt those fingers,” You remind her. She moves then to tackle Hellboy, jumping on his chest, leaving you with the hairbrush and her head only half brushed. You just laugh because, while you did your best to tame her, Hellboy always let her be the wild little thing she wanted to be.

You were just happy she said please and thank you.

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