Heyo! I was hoping to request a part 2 to your last fic where reader is a civilian? Maybe the meet again and there some feels or maybe ~feels~.. You're writing makes this whole covid stuff less terrible. Always excited to see you on my dash! Much love, thanks!!
I made this. Very bery subtle feelings. Subtly bby.
I need to find more HB gifs, I keep seeing lil peep gifs instead ahhh
You were never into conspiracy theories, always too busy to really dive into them. That is, until you met the red man who saved you from a two faced giant worm a month ago.
He left you alone on the roof, you were just. In pure shock. You've heard of the red demon that hops roof tops and fights supernatural beings from crazed homeless people.
Now you started to see them in a different light.
That week you wasted all your quarters to print multiple blurred photos of said man at the library. You felt blessed that your roommate was visiting her family in Cuba for a month because you used the living room to hold your theories. Red yarn connecting across the room, with photos of a man jumping from roof to roof. Along with other strange creatures that were found by innocent citizens.
During work your mind is just running in circles, telling you to find that man again. Talk to him. Do something dammit. But you just continue to serve pastries and coffees to tired college students.
As you were wiping the counters down, you heard the doors bell jingle and you spoke, not looking up.
"I'm sorry but we're closed for the night." You heard footsteps approach you and you looked up. Raising a brow in confusion at the sight of an old man.
"Hello, there-" the man adjusted his glasses as he read your name tag.
"(Y/N)."
You didn't say anything as you placed the rag in the sink,
"Im sorry sir, but we-"
"I know," he smiled and you started to feel a bit unnerved.
"I am not here for any treats or tea. I am to speak with you." Your body went stiff,
"My agents have been keeping track of you, mainly your little project in your apartment and I have to say I'm quite amazed by it. Haven't seen a dedicated theorist in quite some time." The man laughed and you stepped back,
"How do you know that?"
"Oh please don't be afraid, I just want to give you this." The man reached inside of his coat, pulling out a small business card he slid it on the counter.
"Please do give us a call, we would love to have you on the research team." The man smiled and as you looked down at the card you noticed the fist symbol holding a weapon of some sort.
'B.P.R.D. Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense.' The location and phone number was listed under the title.
Looking up, your eyes widened and the man was gone.
You slipped the card in your back pocket and left the cafe in a hurry, leaving the counters half clean.
The business card was starting to collect dust on your dresser.
You got more locks for your door and windows and took more time off work.
You only stared at the theories that draped from your wall to the ceiling as you ate your chicken salad.
"What am I doing?" You questioned yourself outloud and placed the bowl on your table. Holding your face you sighed.
"Looks to me like you're having a midlife crisis."
Your body went stiff and you didn't even have to look up to know that it was the red stranger in your home.
"Don't worry tho, I like it. Nice to know I have fans." The man chuckled, your mind was fuzzy as you tried to remember his name. Heelboy? Hillman? Red dude? Fuck you don't know.
The couch dipped next to you and you heard your salad bowl move and then munching.
"Too much dressing." The man mumbling with a full mouth as he ate your food. You slowly looked up at him, and then felt a small breeze pass you by.
Looking over you saw your window wide open,
"It's still good though." The man smiled and placed the now empty bowl back on the table, you looked the man over. Noticing on his coat was the same symbol from the business card.
You stood up quickly and rushed inside of your bedroom. Snatching the card you rushed back to the man and practically threw it in his face.
"Do you work for them?"
The man chuckled and took the card,
"I practically made them." He smiled and you sat next to him,
"What?"
"I was there when the organization started, back in the 40s or 50s. I can't quite remember." He rubbed his chin with his large fist, and your eyes widened. He noticed your stare,
"Sorry bout that." He pulled his sleeve over the rock forearm and you quickly started up,
"No no, it's fine! I'm sorry for staring. Um..it's really cool looking anyways." You sat up straight, he handed you the card back.
"Anyways. I uh, I told dad about you-" he started to speak but you were too distracted by looking him over. You know it's not nice to stare but for the past month you've only seen blurred photos of him. As the first meeting memory was starting to fade away with time.
The rock fist was amazing to see, along with his tail and shaven horns. Really, everything about him was amazing to see.
"I'd really like ya ta join it. It's a pretty um..cool job."
You blinked back into reality.
"What is?" You asked and the man chuckled,
"The organization."
"Oh right, right." You held the card in your hand.
"I've been thinking about it," you confessed,
"Just, when your dad was it?" Hellboy nodded
"When he told me that he saw this," you directed to the red yarn, "I was a little scared."
"Ya sorry about that, sometimes dad doesn't really care about personal property. But he meant no harm really." You smiled with a nod,
"I'll take note of that." Hellboy stood adjusting his heavy belt you stood up next,
"Well, um..oh I don't think I ever got your name."
"It’s (Y/N)." You said, putting your hand out, Hellboy hesitated but shook your hand with his flesh hand. Even if it was a weird angle.
"Well (Y/N), it was an honor ta meet ya." He smiled and for some reason you felt your cheeks go hot.
"Same here, Hellboy." Hellboy smiled and then he spoke.
"Oh right, just for you." He took out a sharpie he just so happened to have in his multiple pockets. Grabbing one of the blurry photos he signed it.
"For my biggest fan." You laughed in embarrassment as he handed you the photo and then hopped out the open window.
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