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Hola chicas y chicos. I have a drabble for you!
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Title Secret
Rating PG, but implied XXX
Summery Hellboy stole something. John must find out what.
It was time to make Hellboy’s lunch. John sighed to himself and walked into the kitchen. The chefs had already made all the food but John was in charge of loading it onto the cart and wheeling it to the demon’s room. He hated that job. It was heavy.
But, as he loaded on the bowl full of hamburgers, something caught his eye. It was an unsteady red blur in the corner of his peripheral vision, and it made John uneasy. He swallowed and turned his head quickly to the corner and saw nothing but polished steel. His heart fluttered when he heard a heavy thunk. He looked to the door of the kitchen, just to see the tip of a red curly tail whip out.
“Hellboy?” John asked and ran to the door. He stuck his head out the heavy frame and saw that a certain demon was skittering away down the hallway with something in his hand. It was round, yellowish-orange, and was rather big. John furrowed his brow and put the lunch carting on hold to see what Hellboy was up to.
In Hellboy’s room, the demon was sitting on his bed contently; tail swishing happily between his legs. He was crunching on the mysterious sphere he had stolen from the kitchen. Juice from the sweet fruit dribbled down his chin and dripped off his little soul patch. He was very happy.
But of course, Myers had to ruin the fun. The agent stomped into the room and looked at Hellboy pointedly, causing the anti-hero to hide the half-eaten fruit behind his back.
“What?” Asked Hellboy.
“What do you have there?” John was stomping up to him rather quickly. Hellboy shook his head unknowingly, presenting an open stone hand.
“Nothing! Just waiting for my lunch.”
“Yeah right. Show me your other hand.” John waited patiently while Hellboy stuck his stone hand behind his back and presented an empty humanoid hand.
“Oh, that’s clever. Really. Show me both your hands.”
“Uhm… no.”
“Hellboy!”
Finally Hellboy rolled his yellowed eyes and presented both hands before John. There was a half-eaten peach in his left one. John smiled and took the peach from his hand. He thought it might have been some large pastry or something that was going to spoil Hellboy’s appetite.
“If you wanted peaches,” John said, still smiling. “All you had to do was ask.”
Hellboy watched his agent bite into the firm flesh of the fruit and the juice spill down his chin. All at once, he seized the man’s small waist and pulled him into the bed.
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
(art is workinprogress, it will be arriving shortly)
Title Secret
Rating PG, but implied XXX
Summery Hellboy stole something. John must find out what.
It was time to make Hellboy’s lunch. John sighed to himself and walked into the kitchen. The chefs had already made all the food but John was in charge of loading it onto the cart and wheeling it to the demon’s room. He hated that job. It was heavy.
But, as he loaded on the bowl full of hamburgers, something caught his eye. It was an unsteady red blur in the corner of his peripheral vision, and it made John uneasy. He swallowed and turned his head quickly to the corner and saw nothing but polished steel. His heart fluttered when he heard a heavy thunk. He looked to the door of the kitchen, just to see the tip of a red curly tail whip out.
“Hellboy?” John asked and ran to the door. He stuck his head out the heavy frame and saw that a certain demon was skittering away down the hallway with something in his hand. It was round, yellowish-orange, and was rather big. John furrowed his brow and put the lunch carting on hold to see what Hellboy was up to.
In Hellboy’s room, the demon was sitting on his bed contently; tail swishing happily between his legs. He was crunching on the mysterious sphere he had stolen from the kitchen. Juice from the sweet fruit dribbled down his chin and dripped off his little soul patch. He was very happy.
But of course, Myers had to ruin the fun. The agent stomped into the room and looked at Hellboy pointedly, causing the anti-hero to hide the half-eaten fruit behind his back.
“What?” Asked Hellboy.
“What do you have there?” John was stomping up to him rather quickly. Hellboy shook his head unknowingly, presenting an open stone hand.
“Nothing! Just waiting for my lunch.”
“Yeah right. Show me your other hand.” John waited patiently while Hellboy stuck his stone hand behind his back and presented an empty humanoid hand.
“Oh, that’s clever. Really. Show me both your hands.”
“Uhm… no.”
“Hellboy!”
Finally Hellboy rolled his yellowed eyes and presented both hands before John. There was a half-eaten peach in his left one. John smiled and took the peach from his hand. He thought it might have been some large pastry or something that was going to spoil Hellboy’s appetite.
“If you wanted peaches,” John said, still smiling. “All you had to do was ask.”
Hellboy watched his agent bite into the firm flesh of the fruit and the juice spill down his chin. All at once, he seized the man’s small waist and pulled him into the bed.
“I’ll keep it in mind.”