Helluva Boss X Reader

Loona Part 2: Hints

"Luckily for you, you can pay for it with your next paycheck," Blitzø responded. "I'm definitely not letting you go, now that you're indebted to me."

Your eyes went wide when you heard that. Indebted? Had Loona told him that you were a sinner? Was he trying to collect your soul?

Blitzø saw the panicked look on your face, and tried to explain to make you feel better.

"What I mean is, since Loona told me your sob story about being a hellhound on your own for years, never having a stable and welcoming home or workplace, I felt I needed to let you keep this job. Even if you were responsible for destroying the entire fucking conference room. You'll be able to pay back the damages while you keep working for us."

You turned to Loona, who looked up at you from her chair. You mouthed "thank you," and she looked at the wall, stone-faced. You looked back to Blitzø. "Thank you, sir. I don't know how—I-I don't know what I-" You struggled to put what you really wanted to say into words, so you just said: "Thank you."

"No problem, shit-stain. You were also the best fucking secretary we've ever had, so I couldn't just let you go without a fight." Blitzø punched your shoulder. You surprisingly didn't wince. You looked down at your (non-dominant) arm in a cast, and at yourself wearing a hospital gown.

"How long have I been out?"

"Long enough that I can't keep putting off telling the doctors that you don't have insurance. We're going to have to run for it."

"What do you mean I don't have insurance?! I thought—" Blitzø put a hand over your snout, and his thumb under your chin to hold it shut.

"Shut. The FUCK. Up. (Y/N)." Blitzø hissed at you, angrily. "They'll hear you."

"But you just said it yourself that—" you mumbled from beneath his hand, struggling to move your jaw.

He raised an eyebrow and gripped your snout harder. I'll fucking kill him.

What proceeded next was a blur of motion, alarms, shouts, and lots of running. Before you knew what the fuck was happening, Blitzø was already speeding down the highway with Loona in the passenger seat, and you frantically retying the little string that kept your hospital gown closed in the backseat.

"What the fuck was that, Blitzø!? I thought my job at I.M.P. provided insurance!?" You demanded, basically asking if he had lied when he explained to you the benefits of working at I.M.P. "Well, it's a little too fucking late to back out now, (Y/N). You're already indebted to me, and now that I know from Loona that I.M.P. is the best place you've ever worked at, or probably will ever work at? Boy, am I gonna exploit the shit out of—I mean, what I'm trying to say is that I.M.P. is like a family, and family..." You let out a sigh as you let him continue to ramble. He was right. I.M.P. was the best place you had ever worked at. And damn it all if you weren't going to beg him to take you back if he actually ever fired you.

"Yeah, Blitzø, I get it," you interrupted. "I'm going to stay. I owe you two new chairs."

"What? Only two chairs? But Loona said that—" Blitzø looked over to Loona in the passenger seat, who was now visibly regretting sitting next to him. "Loona! Did you—" Loona tried to give him puppy-dog eyes, which to your shock, actually worked. "Ah, I can't stay mad at that face...Alright, (Y/N). You pay for four new chairs, and you've got a deal."

"What deal? What are you—whatever. Fuck, I need this job." You accepted, albeit with a groan.

That night, you collapsed onto your bed, exhausted from having to get up and making a daring escape the same fucking day you woke up in the hospital. You still didn't know how much time you had actually spent there. You rifled through neatly folded pile of clothes that you had managed to grab during the escape. You pulled out your phone to look at the date. It had only been a day; the fight had happened only just yesterday. You don't know why, but you had expected the missing time to be longer. Did creatures heal faster in Hell, so that they can be tortured more?