Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

Striker's Return

So much had transpired between your employment at IMP and the hotel that you frequently found yourself visiting. It turned out that you had fallen ill from the salt that the witch had hurled at you, and it took a solid three days for you to recover.

But, here's the kicker! You weren't expecting a child, and Alastor had miraculously eliminated your debt. You definitely owed the radio Demon a favor in the near future! Additionally, the nightmares had finally ceased.

After missing out on the chaotic events of last week, including meeting Moxxie's father and discovering Moxxie's Mafia ties, you were somewhat disappointed with your decision to assist Charlie with the hotel. However, you shrugged it off, realizing that you didn't really need to be present for that anyway.

Today, though, was a rather unexpected occurrence.

Loona had to go for her Hellbies Shot, and you and the rest of the gang were accompanying her. You opted to sit in the back with Moxxie and Millie, not wanting to be caught in the middle if Loona went berserk. Hellhounds and shots were definitely not a combination you wanted to be involved in.

As Blitz drives, his phone suddenly starts ringing, and you can't help but sneak a glance over his shoulder to see that it's Stolas calling.

"Oh, shit, Stolas. This really isn't a good time," Blitz mutters, unsure of what Stolas could possibly want as he reluctantly answers the call.

"I apologize for interrupting once again, Blitzy, but I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I'm currently tied up on the back of a horse," Stolas explains, his voice trailing off for a moment.

Blitz lets out a scoff, a hint of envy in his tone. "Lucky bitch."

"Well, rather unlucky, actually," Stolas continues, "It appears that I've been kidnapped by that little cowboy friend of yours."

Your eyes widen, and your tail begins to sway anxiously as you and the others listen intently. However, you know better than to jump to conclusions just yet.

"Oh, really? Which one?" Blitz inquires, but before you can interject with your sarcastic question, Moxxie beats you to it. "How many cowboys do you happen to know? And could you kindly describe him to us, your highness?" Moxxie asks afterwards.

Stolas takes a moment to respond. "Hmm... Sexy?"

"That's Striker, sir!" Moxxie exclaims, pointing out the obvious to Blitz. Everyone's gaze shifts towards you as you hiss angrily at the mention of Striker's name.

"For fuck's sake, can't you find a way to escape? Aren't you powerful?" Blitz asks Stolas rudely, a deep frown etched on his face. He knew that you had a personal vendetta against Striker, more so than the rest of them.

"I'm afraid he has me bound with blessed rope, which restricts my ability to free myself. So, I believe it's up to you to rescue me," Stolas informs Blitz, his voice filled with a nonchalant mix of urgency.

"Ah, damn it, Stolas, I can't do it today," Blitz begins, glancing over at Loona. "I'm literally on my way to take Loona for her appointment, and it's a really important S.H.O.T. It took me ages to book this appointment, so..."

"Oh, I understand," Stolas starts to say, but his words are abruptly interrupted.

"Don't you worry about your lanky Birdy. He's in good hands," Striker's sinister yet seductive voice interjects from the other end of the line. "Oh, and if you happen to come across Y/N, tell her I'm looking forward to having some more delightful fun with her soon." He adds with a dark chuckle, clearly aiming to taunt you more than anyone else, before the call abruptly disconnects.