Hulk X Reader
So a beautiful Anon recently screamed at me:
HULK SPECIFIC FICS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
And it gave me a brilliant idea so I decided to look at it as a request!
Please enjoy! <3
Hulk has recently landed on the planet Sakaar (RAGNAROK BABY!) and captured as a gladiator slave. Hulk isn’t use to not being the strongest there is so adjusting to this new life is difficult. As he fights his way through the ranks of the arena he finds someone who makes him feel he is not quite alone.
Hulk roared and thrashed and did everything in his power to release his anger. Each time he banged his fist against the thick barred cell door an electric shock pulsed throughout his nervous system and it was getting more and more difficult to fight against the pain. The beings who captured him somehow fitted him with a strange device called an obedience disk and no matter what he did he could not remove it from himself.
(*Obedience disks were used in the Planet Hulk comic, kinda like a shock collar)
Hulk felt the pulsation increase and the pain had bought him to his knees as his cell door opened.
“That was a warning. Try to escape. You get shocked. Try to fight back. You get shocked. If I don’t like the way you look at me. You get shocked.”
The one who Hulk had assumed was warden to this prison announced as he walked past the cells with an air of authority and a cruel smile.
Hulk narrowed his eyes at the man, he wanted to pound him into the ground so badly but he decided against it. He would think. He would wait. He would… Adapt.
He and the other prisoners were corralled out and lead to a large dome like room. Many weapons of all different shapes and sizes adored the walls as well as armour. Soon each of the prisoners were directed to split up and section off. There were three groups now. The first group was small. It was actually made up of people who didn’t seem to be prisoners. They were dressed finer and instantly walked to their places seemingly knowing where to go and what to do.
The second group which Hulk was part of was much larger. He noted the prisoners in his group all looked unsure and scared.
Finally the third group was directed to leave, another guard walked them back to their cells.
A guard came to Hulk’s group and started sizing each prisoner up, examining them and directing them to what appeared to be slave girls.
When it was Hulk’s turn to be examined he glared at the guard, snarling slightly and doing everything in his power to hold back his rage once more as he was poked and prodded.
“This ugly beast should at least be able to last a few rounds.”
And then he snapped. Hulk threw his fist back and punched the guard, letting out the growl he had welled up inside. He instantly felt the sharp piercing pulse of the obedience disk. It was stronger then before, so much more pain.
“Pathetic beast!” The guard whom he hit raised a whip and struck Hulk, an electric charge similar to his obedience disk only stronger coursed through his bloodstream. Hulk sank to the ground, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, baring through the pain, waiting for it to end as the guard continued to lash him.
“Stop!!!!” He heard the cry of a woman’s voice and then a shriek of pain. Hulk snapped his eyes open as he saw a cerulean blue skinned girl stood in front of him. Her head was down but her arms were stretched out.
“He is only new! He has yet to learn the rules! He does not deserve such harsh treatment!”
The maiden cried out, Hulk watched as this woman stood defending him, his pain had dulled now.
The guard had glared at her but turned to the warden who had made his way towards them at the noise. Both the guard and the girl stood with their heads down, bowing slightly.
The warden gazed at the blood dripping down the maidens face, oozing from the deep cut across her cheek from the whip the guard had accidentally struck her with when she stood in front of Hulk.
Suddenly the guards obedience disk activated and he cried out in pain.
“You have damaged my property.” The warden sneered at the guard.
“My apologises Sir!” The guard gasped out when the shock finally stopped.
“And you.” He turned his attention to the girl, he grabbed her face with one hand and dug his thumb into the cut on her cheek.
“Consider this adequate punishment for defending a beast again.”
“Ye-yes Master!” She stuttered as she held back a cry of pain.
The warden stalked off and the guard tried to regain a stance of authority.
“Deal with this beast.” He snapped to the maiden and continued on to examine the next prisoner.
“Yes sir.” She said softly with a bow, she turned to face Hulk and he was met with a pair of almost fluorescent orange eyes and a kind smile. “Please come this way.” She announced as she gestured and began to walk expecting the Hulk to follow her.
Swallowing his pride that was exactly what the Hulk did. He was currently powerless so he needed to listen to his captors until he could find a way to fight back.
“Sit down please.” Her voice cut him from his thoughts of bloody revenge and he did what she said, knowing that she was just as much a prisoner as he was. He didn’t want her to be hurt for his actions. Hulk was strong, he could handle the shocks, he didn’t imagine she would fair as well as him.
She had began cutting his hair, snipping away the unruly curled locks he had inherited from his puny counterpart.
“My name is Y/N, what is yours?” Y/N ask gently but Hulk only growled in response.
“It is okay if you do not want to tell me. I understand this must be difficult for you.” She said seemingly unaffected by his temper.
Once she was done cutting his hair she moved to and from the walls, gathering different pieces of armour and carrying them back.
“You are here to serve the Grandmaster as entertainment.” She stated as she began fitting him with large brown leather forearm protectors.
“It is an honour to be chosen as a gladiator in our mighty arenas.”
This speech sounded very rehearsed in Hulk’s mind. Like she had rattled it off a thousand times.
“If you manage to survive your first match you will continue to fight. If you continue to fight your status will increase.”
She strapped more brown leather padding to his shins and he took this time to examine her. She had wild white hair cascading down her back and intricate red markings adorning her skin. She had pointed ears and a set of small smooth and rounded light blue horns protruding from her head.
“If you gain enough status the Grandmaster will generously allow you rewards for your service.”
Finally she gave him a spear, it looked pathetic compared to the many battle axes, hammers and swords strung along the walls.
“All competitors begin with a spear, as you continue to fight your weapons will be upgraded.” She finished her speech and walked away again as Hulk grasped the spear tightly, he could feel his fingers denting the weak metal. Hulk let his gaze wander and saw the other prisoners receive the same treatment as he was, some given better armour and weaponry.
She returned with a bowl. “I’m going to paint your face okay?” She announced carefully before touching him.
Her gentle touch was welcoming after all the pain he had been through today and closed his eyes letting her touch soothe him. Once she finished painting his face Hulk noticed as she subtlety looked around to see if guards were watching them. When she saw that their were none she produced a strange looking plant from her rag like dirty white dress and placed it into his hands.
“Quickly eat this. It will dull the aching you have from your shocks.”
And with that she took a step back and gave him one last smile. “Good luck.” She had a worried expression but she still smiled before moving to another prisoner to prepare him as she did Hulk.
Soon Hulk was herded out of the dome like structure with the other prisoners and he was almost blinded by the rays of light from the sun that assaulted his vision as the gates opened. He heard the loud thunderous roaring of cheers as he and around 30 more prisoners were forced out into the arena with the large gates locking behind them.
Some prisoners ran, some grouped together and some like him stood there, surveying the surroundings. He heard the rumble of another set of gates open and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly beasts of unimaginable shapes and sizes were released and preyed upon the prisoners. The ones with better weapons, who were not new to this game attacked while many of the ones he was grouped with ran.
Hulk smirked, he threw his spear to the ground and cracked his knuckles. He was all too ready to release his pent up aggression and charged at the closest beast.
When the final beast was dead Hulk and the other prisoners were again shuffled back inside. However from the 30 something prisoners that came out only 9 returned.
Hulk was commended for his efforts and being one of the only prisoners not to get hurt. Y/N had soon returned to him and began stripping him of his armour.
“Congratulations on winning.”
There was that practiced tone again.
She had washed the paint from his face and soon he was put back in his cell.
This process had continued for three more days, each time Hulk had Y/N prepare him and he had grown fonder of her. Her gentle smile and kind voice became a small comfort for him.
After he returned victorious yet again he sat down and let Y/N do her work.
“My name is Hulk.”
Y/N raised her brows in surprise before giving him a smile. “It’s nice to officially meet you Hulk.”
Quickly Hulk had found himself rising the ranks in the gladiator arena, he no longer slept in a cell but was given a simple room. He was given better and better weapons and armour as well. He still however had Y/N preparing him and tending to him before and after each battle. He opened up to her and spoke to her as much as he could. Hulk even found himself allowing other beasts and gladiators to wound him, just so he could spend more time with Y/N as she bandaged and took care of his wounds. They always healed within an hour so that allowed him to let himself get injured each match.
Hulk found that he loved the ring. He loved the fighting and the cheering. It was strange to be cheered for instead of scorned and screamed at in terror. Hulk also loved the challenges that came to the arena. His opponents were much stronger then those he fought on Earth and that alone thrilled him.
Hulk became proud. He goaded the crowds to give him a reaction and he found that he enjoyed when Y/N watched him, the few times she was in the stands with the warden instead of in the dome. He always puffed his chest and showed off. He liked how she would watch his every move even though he didn’t like the nervous fear in her eyes every time he got hurt. He wanted to impress her.
Eventually Hulk became something of a celebrity he was moved out of the prison entirely and given a luxurious room, he had fine feasts every night and soon Hulk forgot about escaping entirely. Hulk felt more at home here then he ever did on Earth.
Hulk stood triumphant in the arena once more, he had slain his toughest challenge yet as an incredibly large maggot like bug laid dead on the ground in pieces.
The crowds cheering quietened as he returned to the dome.
Y/N quickly approached him, barely restraining herself.
“Hulk! I was so worried! No one has ever defeated that beast and yet you killed it!”
Hulk swelled with pride as she spoke.
“You should know by now. Hulk is the strongest there is.” He stated simply, sitting down to allow her to remove his armour.
“Well I am still allowed to be worried for you am I not?” Y/N gave him her signature smile that he had grown to love and walked to return his large shoulder pads to the wall. Hulk watched her as she walked. They had built such a strong connection and he was so glad she was here with him.
Everyone stopped and the various guards had scrambled to attention, bowing as the Grandmaster had entered the dome.
He smiled as he approached the Hulk.
“Ah my favourite competitor!” He announced with a clap of his hands. “You have done well so I am to offer you a reward of your choosing!” He smiled at Hulk. “Within reason of course.” He added, his voice was dangerously low.
Hulk was silent, everyone was watching with bated breath. It wasn’t often the Grandmaster had personally came to offer reward.
Finally he pointed to Y/N who was still at the wall.
“I want her.”
She dropped the shoulder pad she was holding, startled at the declaration. Her eyes were wide and she looked towards the Grandmaster.
The warden had scoffed. “Who do you think you are? You cannot take my property you-” The warden was silenced by the Grandmaster raising his hand in front of him.
“I can offer you any number of women.” The Grandmaster said, his sick grin never leaving his face.
“I. Want. Her.” Hulk repeated and the Grandmaster saw by the fire in Hulk’s eyes he was not going to change his mind easily.
He hummed in thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Very well! The girl is yours.”
The warden clenched his jaw and glared daggers at Hulk, he however knew he could not argue, the Grandmaster’s word was law.
Hulk had remained impassive, not showing a single expression as he left the dome, Y/N nervously trailed a small distance behind him.
There was a thick silence between them until the entered his room. Y/N took a deep breath and swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she closed the door. Her eyes her downcast as she fidgeted.
“What would you like me to do Hu-Master?” Her voice was nervous and she was afraid to look up.
She did however meet his gaze when she felt him grab her hands in his own.
“I did not want you for a slave Y/N.”
She blinked up at him, holding her breath, she didn’t dare to hope…
“I wanted you for my love.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she pulled one of her hands from his to rapidly scrub at her eyes.
“I… I did not think you felt the same.” She smiled shyly, looking away from him.
“You are the only thing on this planet I care for.”
He pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and bending down as she stretched upwards and placed her hands on his shoulders so that their lips could meet.
At last, Hulk had found his home.