A/N; This is my first Hellboy fanfiction. I have written their characters as best I can. This is written in the movie setting. I have not read the comics. I have not seen the second movie. (Am going to tomorrow. But this couldn't wait.) Please enjoy. Reviews would be positively dandy.
Disclaimer; I claim nothing. Nothing.
Zum Geburtstag viel Glück
"Well." Cigar smoke drifted fluidly from his lips as he uttered the syllable. "You're all dolled up. Goin' somewhere, sweetheart?"
Liz ran her fingers through her dark hair once more before twisting it back and clipping it to her scalp. "No." Turning away from the mirror the red-skinned man before her had so kindly added to his room months back, and smiled slightly. "Hey, HB. Want to get me a cake?"
Hellboy exhaled another drag and arched an eyebrow. "Sure. Wanna do me a favor in return?"
Standing, pecking him on the lips with a feather-light pressure that ignited a spark between the two (that showed that she realized the implication behind innocent words), and walking towards the exit, she replied.
"Maybe. If the cake is good."
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"Wow."
When Liz walked by, Hellboy brushed in between her and the oggling John Meyers, shooting a glare at the latter. "Oh, stop, Meyers. You're making me blush."
"Unfortunately, you're not as pretty as Liz is today," the shorter, weaker, and obviously more moronic man said, glancing around the large red guy to give the lady another glance. "I've never seen you in a skirt. It looks very--" An even deadlier glare (and possibly malicious intent) filled his mouth and twisted his toungue. ".. Pretty, Liz."
"Thank you," she said, smiling and taking Hellboy by the arm, jerking him away. "Don't let your jealousy get in the way of people complimenting me," Liz joked, patting him in the direction of the "front door." "Make it a good cake. Chocolate. Not too much frosting."
"You know, everything you just said sucked the joy out of my life."
"I try."
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"You look nice."
Liz smiled. "So I've been told."
Water ran down his torso and legs in an endless trickle, beaded here and there as though someone had spritzed him with a heavy-duty water gun. "And you brought a cake. For me?"
"No. I know you don't like chocolate. But..." Digging around in her large black bag, the dark-haired lady handed her blue companion a long green box. "I've been secretly stashing these for months. Just for today."
"Do you usually celebrate the anniversary of Abraham Lincoln's death with cake and presents I've known about since you'd gotten the idea?" Abe asked, opening the end of the box and gazing fondly at the similarly green egg that rolled out into his palm.
"Of course not. It's taken years since I've been able to properly hide the smell from HB."
Abe cracked a small smile and blinked at the egg affectionately. "Your years of effort have paid off then."
"If you're happy, then yes."
He looked up. "I'm very happy."
"Then they've paid off." Reaching back into her bag, Liz retrieved a fork. "Now, so you can stop acting the gentleman, I'll start."
"If you would, please."
Smiling around the fork, she watched Abe Sapien attempt to inhale the rotten egg. "Happy birthday."
- fin -
Note: The title is the beginning of the German version of our American "Happy Birthday To You" song. The entire song goes like this:
Zum Geburtstag viel Glück,
zum Geburtstag viel Glück,
zum Geburtstag, liebe(r) (name),
zum Geburtstag viel Glück.
-Bya