more halloween fic
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rivendellroseFandom: Hellboy (movies)
Characters: Hellboy, Liz, the twins referred to at the end of the 2nd movie.
Warnings and Rating: Safe for kids and kittens, totally G.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't make money off them; I'm just playing for fun.
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narsilion wanted to see Hellboy taking the twins trick-or-treating.
Title: Halloween Out
They were kids - Red’s kids - so of course they watched TV. And noticed things. Things their mother would have preferred they not notice for at least a few more years.
“They want to go trick-or-treating,” Liz informed Hellboy as she came in after putting the kids to bed in their room.
“They do?”
He didn’t even look all that surprised.
“Red...”
“I didn’t say a thing about it!”
“You better not have. Red, how the hell are we going to handle this? They’re not like normal kids - it’s not like we can dress them up as a princess and a ninja and just hope nobody notices that they’re bright red and have horns!”
“Horn buds,” Hellboy corrected. “They haven’t got horns yet.”
“Whatever.” Liz shrugged out of her sweater and threw it onto the overflowing laundry-basket - washing would have to happen tomorrow, even if she had to bully one of the junior agents into doing it for her, if they got too busy with cases for her to do it herself - and unbuckled her belt. The black jeans followed shortly after. “You know what I mean. And I don’t think that they’re still just horn buds is going to matter to some little old lady in Fairfield who has a heart attack when she answers the door to a pair of bright red kids with yellow eyes!”
“Yeah, but Liz, think about it.” Hellboy grinned. “We’re talking about the one night a year... where that isn’t going to matter. People’ll just figure they’re in costume!”
Socks and bra joined the pile, and Liz folded her arms over her bare chest, glaring at her husband. “You’re not serious.”
“Matching costumes...”
“Red, no - there is no way Manning is going to let you do this. No way.” Liz sat down on the edge of the bed, frowning. “I know you want the kids to have everything you couldn’t have growing up, but there are legitimate reasons for some of the things that you couldn’t do. Good reasons, reasons that I just... I just don’t think you’re taking seirously.”
“Awww, come on, babe. You know it’ll work. Nobody’s gonna believe an ugly mug like mine could be the real thing. People see what they want to see. On Halloween, what they want to see is costumes, makeup, and rubber masks. It’ll be perfect.”
She scowled. “If you get yourself in trouble - or if you get them in trouble, I swear to God--”
“Hey.” A big red hand - the soft one, or at least the one not actually made of stone - cupped her chin, thumb stroking her lip. “I’m not gonna let them get hurt, Liz. They’ll be safe. I promise.”
* * *
The thing about it was, those kids were fast. For three year-olds - hell, for anything, they were too damned fast. They kept wanting to zip ahead of him, which was worrying even in the quiet not-quite-twilight of a Fairfield suburb, or sideways into either bushes or driveways, which was, frankly, terrifying. And since there were two of them, they could do both at once.
“A lifetime chasing monsters, and I’m gonna be killed chasing my own kids,” Hellboy muttered, grabbing a collar in each hand and hauling both kids up into his arms. It was a damned good thing they were still fairly light. “Okay, you two - I promised your mom I’d get you back in safe and one piece before nine o’clock, and we do not want her kind of fireworks tonight, so let’s just slow down. You almost missed the next house, anyway. Now,” he continued before Katie could make good on the tantrum that her pouted lip promised. “What do you say when we get up to the door?”
“Trick or treat!” Trevor and Katie chorused.
“Good job. Ready?” With a grinning kid on each arm, Hellboy reached up past the orange and purple skull-lights hanging everywhere on the porch, and rang the doorbell.
A curly-haired woman a few years older than Liz, wearing a witch’s hat answered the door. A little boy, about two, poked his head around his mom’s leg to look out at the visitors. His eyes went huge when he saw Hellboy and the twins.
“TRICK OR TREAT!!!”
One thing he’d say for his kids - they had lungs. The little boy’s eyes got, if possible, even wider, but he wasn’t crying yet at least, and his mom just looked sort of shocked. “Not so loud,” Hellboy admonished the twins. “Sorry, it’s their first time out,” he added to the mom.
“That’s... no problem at all. I was just surprised. Here you go, kids!” The woman held out the bowl of candy.
“Hey, hey - one piece each, one piece each!”
“They can take a few if they want...”
“Thanks.” He looked up, recognizing a hesitating note in the woman’s voice. He really should’ve at least put on a hat or something, he realized. Or maybe an actual mask... for him and the kids...
“Your costumes... are amazing.”
“Oh. Uh. Thanks.”
“I can’t get this one to sit still for long enough to paint whiskers on his cheeks.”
Around his mom’s leg, Hellboy could see that the boy had a yellow hoodie with what looked like fake fur trim around the edges for a mane, and he was fiddling with a bit of rope for a tail. There might have been ears on the hood, too. “You gonna be a lion?” he asked, bending down as much as he could with Katie and Trevor still perched on his arms.
The little boy nodded solemnly.
“We’re going out in a little bit, as soon as my husband gets home from work so he can take care of the people who come here,” the mom explained. Her eyes were still wandering over his face, though. And then Katie’s. And then Trevor’s. He could see her taking it in. Horns. Red skin. Eyes... “Those costumes really are amazing. How did you manage them?”
“I, uh... This real good buddy of mine. He does theater stuff. Makeup, you know. Latex.”
“And the kids sat still for all that?”
Well, if that was the part she was having a problem believing, at least that was a good sign. “Yeah, they love their Uncle, er, Abe. Don’t’cha, kids?”
“Uncle Abe!” the two cheered.
“Oh. Well. Congratulations, like I said - David can’t sit still for five minutes. And they really do look fantastic.”
“Yeah. Thanks, I’ll, uh, pass it on. He’ll be real glad to hear you say that.”
“If you’re new to the neighborhood, there’s a play group that gets together every Saturday...” the woman began.
“Uh, no. We’re, uh... a little ways out. My job, I can’t usually... and, uh...”
“We should bring home some candy for Uncle Abe!” Trevor piped up suddenly, reaching his hand out toward the bowl again.
Oh boy. “No, Uncle Abe can get his own candy. Let’s go - got a lot more houses to visit before we get home. Come on.” With a last, slightly apologetic glance at the woman in the doorway, Hellboy hefted the twins and headed off toward the next house on the path.
* * *
As the big man and his kids left, the chatter of the kids wafted behind him. Something about sharing - clearly a ploy to get more candy, that much Kelly knew from her own experience with David - and a grumble from their father about how they could share their own candy with Uncle Abe when they got home, if they wanted, but people only gave out candy for the people who came to the door in costume.
At home. Real good buddy. Did theater stuff. Ah.
“Well, honestly. If he’d said something, I would’ve just told him to talk to John and Matt down the road,” Kelly grumbled, shutting the door. “They bring Rebecca every week, and nobody’d dream of having a problem with it. Especially not with someone that good at costumes.” She shook her head. With any luck, she’d see them around again soon, and she could bring up the subject - delicately, of course - to reassure him. He seemed like such a nice guy, it’d be a shame if they didn’t get involved in neighborhood activities just out of nervousness that there would be a bigoted reaction.
“Go upstairs and get your coat, David. Daddy’ll be home in just a few minutes, and then we can go out trick-or-treating.”
David looked up at her. “Can I play with the red boy and girl?”
Kelly smiled. “Sweetheart... they’re not really red.”
“Yes they are! You saw!”
She bent down and kissed her son on the head. Kids. So gullible at that age. “It’s just pretend, sweetheart.”
Characters: Hellboy, Liz, the twins referred to at the end of the 2nd movie.
Warnings and Rating: Safe for kids and kittens, totally G.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't make money off them; I'm just playing for fun.
Summary:
narsilion wanted to see Hellboy taking the twins trick-or-treating.Title: Halloween Out
They were kids - Red’s kids - so of course they watched TV. And noticed things. Things their mother would have preferred they not notice for at least a few more years.
“They want to go trick-or-treating,” Liz informed Hellboy as she came in after putting the kids to bed in their room.
“They do?”
He didn’t even look all that surprised.
“Red...”
“I didn’t say a thing about it!”
“You better not have. Red, how the hell are we going to handle this? They’re not like normal kids - it’s not like we can dress them up as a princess and a ninja and just hope nobody notices that they’re bright red and have horns!”
“Horn buds,” Hellboy corrected. “They haven’t got horns yet.”
“Whatever.” Liz shrugged out of her sweater and threw it onto the overflowing laundry-basket - washing would have to happen tomorrow, even if she had to bully one of the junior agents into doing it for her, if they got too busy with cases for her to do it herself - and unbuckled her belt. The black jeans followed shortly after. “You know what I mean. And I don’t think that they’re still just horn buds is going to matter to some little old lady in Fairfield who has a heart attack when she answers the door to a pair of bright red kids with yellow eyes!”
“Yeah, but Liz, think about it.” Hellboy grinned. “We’re talking about the one night a year... where that isn’t going to matter. People’ll just figure they’re in costume!”
Socks and bra joined the pile, and Liz folded her arms over her bare chest, glaring at her husband. “You’re not serious.”
“Matching costumes...”
“Red, no - there is no way Manning is going to let you do this. No way.” Liz sat down on the edge of the bed, frowning. “I know you want the kids to have everything you couldn’t have growing up, but there are legitimate reasons for some of the things that you couldn’t do. Good reasons, reasons that I just... I just don’t think you’re taking seirously.”
“Awww, come on, babe. You know it’ll work. Nobody’s gonna believe an ugly mug like mine could be the real thing. People see what they want to see. On Halloween, what they want to see is costumes, makeup, and rubber masks. It’ll be perfect.”
She scowled. “If you get yourself in trouble - or if you get them in trouble, I swear to God--”
“Hey.” A big red hand - the soft one, or at least the one not actually made of stone - cupped her chin, thumb stroking her lip. “I’m not gonna let them get hurt, Liz. They’ll be safe. I promise.”
* * *
The thing about it was, those kids were fast. For three year-olds - hell, for anything, they were too damned fast. They kept wanting to zip ahead of him, which was worrying even in the quiet not-quite-twilight of a Fairfield suburb, or sideways into either bushes or driveways, which was, frankly, terrifying. And since there were two of them, they could do both at once.
“A lifetime chasing monsters, and I’m gonna be killed chasing my own kids,” Hellboy muttered, grabbing a collar in each hand and hauling both kids up into his arms. It was a damned good thing they were still fairly light. “Okay, you two - I promised your mom I’d get you back in safe and one piece before nine o’clock, and we do not want her kind of fireworks tonight, so let’s just slow down. You almost missed the next house, anyway. Now,” he continued before Katie could make good on the tantrum that her pouted lip promised. “What do you say when we get up to the door?”
“Trick or treat!” Trevor and Katie chorused.
“Good job. Ready?” With a grinning kid on each arm, Hellboy reached up past the orange and purple skull-lights hanging everywhere on the porch, and rang the doorbell.
A curly-haired woman a few years older than Liz, wearing a witch’s hat answered the door. A little boy, about two, poked his head around his mom’s leg to look out at the visitors. His eyes went huge when he saw Hellboy and the twins.
“TRICK OR TREAT!!!”
One thing he’d say for his kids - they had lungs. The little boy’s eyes got, if possible, even wider, but he wasn’t crying yet at least, and his mom just looked sort of shocked. “Not so loud,” Hellboy admonished the twins. “Sorry, it’s their first time out,” he added to the mom.
“That’s... no problem at all. I was just surprised. Here you go, kids!” The woman held out the bowl of candy.
“Hey, hey - one piece each, one piece each!”
“They can take a few if they want...”
“Thanks.” He looked up, recognizing a hesitating note in the woman’s voice. He really should’ve at least put on a hat or something, he realized. Or maybe an actual mask... for him and the kids...
“Your costumes... are amazing.”
“Oh. Uh. Thanks.”
“I can’t get this one to sit still for long enough to paint whiskers on his cheeks.”
Around his mom’s leg, Hellboy could see that the boy had a yellow hoodie with what looked like fake fur trim around the edges for a mane, and he was fiddling with a bit of rope for a tail. There might have been ears on the hood, too. “You gonna be a lion?” he asked, bending down as much as he could with Katie and Trevor still perched on his arms.
The little boy nodded solemnly.
“We’re going out in a little bit, as soon as my husband gets home from work so he can take care of the people who come here,” the mom explained. Her eyes were still wandering over his face, though. And then Katie’s. And then Trevor’s. He could see her taking it in. Horns. Red skin. Eyes... “Those costumes really are amazing. How did you manage them?”
“I, uh... This real good buddy of mine. He does theater stuff. Makeup, you know. Latex.”
“And the kids sat still for all that?”
Well, if that was the part she was having a problem believing, at least that was a good sign. “Yeah, they love their Uncle, er, Abe. Don’t’cha, kids?”
“Uncle Abe!” the two cheered.
“Oh. Well. Congratulations, like I said - David can’t sit still for five minutes. And they really do look fantastic.”
“Yeah. Thanks, I’ll, uh, pass it on. He’ll be real glad to hear you say that.”
“If you’re new to the neighborhood, there’s a play group that gets together every Saturday...” the woman began.
“Uh, no. We’re, uh... a little ways out. My job, I can’t usually... and, uh...”
“We should bring home some candy for Uncle Abe!” Trevor piped up suddenly, reaching his hand out toward the bowl again.
Oh boy. “No, Uncle Abe can get his own candy. Let’s go - got a lot more houses to visit before we get home. Come on.” With a last, slightly apologetic glance at the woman in the doorway, Hellboy hefted the twins and headed off toward the next house on the path.
* * *
As the big man and his kids left, the chatter of the kids wafted behind him. Something about sharing - clearly a ploy to get more candy, that much Kelly knew from her own experience with David - and a grumble from their father about how they could share their own candy with Uncle Abe when they got home, if they wanted, but people only gave out candy for the people who came to the door in costume.
At home. Real good buddy. Did theater stuff. Ah.
“Well, honestly. If he’d said something, I would’ve just told him to talk to John and Matt down the road,” Kelly grumbled, shutting the door. “They bring Rebecca every week, and nobody’d dream of having a problem with it. Especially not with someone that good at costumes.” She shook her head. With any luck, she’d see them around again soon, and she could bring up the subject - delicately, of course - to reassure him. He seemed like such a nice guy, it’d be a shame if they didn’t get involved in neighborhood activities just out of nervousness that there would be a bigoted reaction.
“Go upstairs and get your coat, David. Daddy’ll be home in just a few minutes, and then we can go out trick-or-treating.”
David looked up at her. “Can I play with the red boy and girl?”
Kelly smiled. “Sweetheart... they’re not really red.”
“Yes they are! You saw!”
She bent down and kissed her son on the head. Kids. So gullible at that age. “It’s just pretend, sweetheart.”
