Anything for You - Fic
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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman/Hellboy, Agent Flint
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Setting: Between Hellboy 1 and Hellboy 2
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses vol2.week20
Jareth: Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one.
Agent Flint made his way down the hall the same way he did everyday around five o’ clock. Piled on the cart he pushed were mounds of nachos and chili. Teetering near the edge of the cart was a small dish, heaped up with a pile of chocolate ice cream and fudge sauce. Steel had warned the man who was in charge of bringing Hellboy his dinner that night that the demons girlfriend was there as well, and in one of her moods. Ice cream usually helped. At least they hoped it did.
“No. You’re NOT listening to me, Red!” Liz didn’t even acknowledge that Flint was there when the huge metal door swung open; her focus was on Hellboy and Hellboy alone.
“I’m listenin’! How could I not listen with you screamin’ like that?” The smoke from the cigar he had clamped in his mouth swirled around to cloud his vision, but it couldn’t hide the fact his girl was literally on fire.
“If you’d listen the first time I wouldn’t have to scream!” Flint ducked out of the room quickly, for a moment wondering if he should wait to deliver the rest of the food. Incidents like this weren’t anything any of them hadn’t seen before. The fact it would give him something to talk about on the next stake out was just icing on the cake. The screaming faded as Flint walked back to the kitchen, but was just as loud when he got back.
“Whadaya want me to do, huh?” Red’s voice boomed as glared down at the girl who stood before him. “Ya want movies, dinner, dancing? That shit ain’t happenin’. Look at me! Ya think they make tuxedos for guys like me?” His eyes hit Flint’s for just a moment then focused back on Liz.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Liz’s voice was softer now, as if she knew she’s hurt him. She had, but he’d never admit it to her. He didn’t have to. She knew, just like she always did.
“Then what do you want from me?” Hellboy’s voice softened as well, his shining yellow eyes looked sad. He was thankful the only one who was brave enough to look at them right now was Liz.
“I want you to remember who I am, Red.” She let the fire that engulfed her body die out as she stepped closer to him. “I need to be out there sometimes. I need to feel…human.” She reached her hand up and plucked the cigar from his lips. “It doesn’t mean you’re not the most important thing in the world to me. It just means I want to get a cup of coffee and not have to worry about who sees me.” She would have had to climb on top of a chair to reach his line of sight when he refused to look at her, picking his head up to look at the ceiling. He didn’t say a word, but she knew him well enough to know that she had won this fight. She wasn’t happy about it, but she knew he’d forgive her for going out without him.
“I’ll be back in an hour. I promise.” She did the only thing she could, and pressed her lips to his bare chest and sighed. “Love you.” She said softly.
He kept his eyes on the ceiling as she weaved around the carts, cats and rubbish to the door. He wasn’t mad at her, he was just jealous. He should be counting his blessings for a girl like that, and most days he did. He was just having a bad day.
“Hey, where you goin’ for coffee, Babe?” He called before she was all the way out the door.
“Dickie’s. Where else would I go?” She laughed and ignored the fact he used her least favorite nickname. She smiled and walked back in the room, waiting for him to swallow that stubborn pride of his and look at her. It might take a while.
“Do me a favor, would ya?” He finally dropped his head to look her in the eyes as he smiled back at her. “Bring me a hot dog. But none of that vegetable crap on it.”
“Anything for you, HB.” She snickered as she pulled her hood up and claimed the keys to a Jeep from Flint. It seemed that ice cream wasn’t the only way to cheer her up.
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Setting: Between Hellboy 1 and Hellboy 2
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week20Jareth: Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one.
Agent Flint made his way down the hall the same way he did everyday around five o’ clock. Piled on the cart he pushed were mounds of nachos and chili. Teetering near the edge of the cart was a small dish, heaped up with a pile of chocolate ice cream and fudge sauce. Steel had warned the man who was in charge of bringing Hellboy his dinner that night that the demons girlfriend was there as well, and in one of her moods. Ice cream usually helped. At least they hoped it did.
“No. You’re NOT listening to me, Red!” Liz didn’t even acknowledge that Flint was there when the huge metal door swung open; her focus was on Hellboy and Hellboy alone.
“I’m listenin’! How could I not listen with you screamin’ like that?” The smoke from the cigar he had clamped in his mouth swirled around to cloud his vision, but it couldn’t hide the fact his girl was literally on fire.
“If you’d listen the first time I wouldn’t have to scream!” Flint ducked out of the room quickly, for a moment wondering if he should wait to deliver the rest of the food. Incidents like this weren’t anything any of them hadn’t seen before. The fact it would give him something to talk about on the next stake out was just icing on the cake. The screaming faded as Flint walked back to the kitchen, but was just as loud when he got back.
“Whadaya want me to do, huh?” Red’s voice boomed as glared down at the girl who stood before him. “Ya want movies, dinner, dancing? That shit ain’t happenin’. Look at me! Ya think they make tuxedos for guys like me?” His eyes hit Flint’s for just a moment then focused back on Liz.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Liz’s voice was softer now, as if she knew she’s hurt him. She had, but he’d never admit it to her. He didn’t have to. She knew, just like she always did.
“Then what do you want from me?” Hellboy’s voice softened as well, his shining yellow eyes looked sad. He was thankful the only one who was brave enough to look at them right now was Liz.
“I want you to remember who I am, Red.” She let the fire that engulfed her body die out as she stepped closer to him. “I need to be out there sometimes. I need to feel…human.” She reached her hand up and plucked the cigar from his lips. “It doesn’t mean you’re not the most important thing in the world to me. It just means I want to get a cup of coffee and not have to worry about who sees me.” She would have had to climb on top of a chair to reach his line of sight when he refused to look at her, picking his head up to look at the ceiling. He didn’t say a word, but she knew him well enough to know that she had won this fight. She wasn’t happy about it, but she knew he’d forgive her for going out without him.
“I’ll be back in an hour. I promise.” She did the only thing she could, and pressed her lips to his bare chest and sighed. “Love you.” She said softly.
He kept his eyes on the ceiling as she weaved around the carts, cats and rubbish to the door. He wasn’t mad at her, he was just jealous. He should be counting his blessings for a girl like that, and most days he did. He was just having a bad day.
“Hey, where you goin’ for coffee, Babe?” He called before she was all the way out the door.
“Dickie’s. Where else would I go?” She laughed and ignored the fact he used her least favorite nickname. She smiled and walked back in the room, waiting for him to swallow that stubborn pride of his and look at her. It might take a while.
“Do me a favor, would ya?” He finally dropped his head to look her in the eyes as he smiled back at her. “Bring me a hot dog. But none of that vegetable crap on it.”
“Anything for you, HB.” She snickered as she pulled her hood up and claimed the keys to a Jeep from Flint. It seemed that ice cream wasn’t the only way to cheer her up.
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