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W.T.F. Ch 44 preview
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 17:44:56 +0000 UTCSomething I’ve been dragging my feet on. A small snippet/preview.
Helluva Boss & Naruto aren’t mine. I just like to develop the multiverse that came to be after they got picked up and promoted to us plebeians.
Enjoy!
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(Now: Gluttony, Beelzehaven Tower, Apartment 616)
“Last box of your horse crap is coming in,” Loona said from where she lounged on the brand new lush, multi-piece sofa. With her phone plugged in and her feet pulled up, she was way more comfortable than she’d been since the trial they were dragged into just a few days ago. Since most of their three million soul fee was covered by one of their new company owner’s ‘benefactor’ – Asmodeus, the literal Sin of Lust, because apparently Blitz’s former and reconciled best friend is his new fuck buddy or something; yet something else Loona had to learn about her ‘father’ from a third party – they were able to hock their old shit and get new furniture along with their apartment.
“I still think we should have pushed for that place in Greed. That’s the least the fuckface could do for being a sneaky bastard and stealing my company from me.” Blitzø huffed as he came out of his separate room to the sitting area. He looked around and then put his hands on his hips as he frowned at her. “Loony, you said you were bringing my last box up!”
“The fuck I did. I said your last box of horse crap was on its way up.” Loona scoffed. Like fuck she was going to risk her back for his fetish crap. Improved their relationship might be from where it was at the start of the year, she didn’t like Blitzø that much. A text had her look down at her phone again and she snorted. “So that’s what that slip was for.”
“Huh, what slip?” Blitzø frowned.
“Don’t fucking worry about it.” Loona huffed as she sent her response back, grateful for the heads up of the impending affectionate assault that’d be coming her way.
Sure enough, after a few minutes passed by, there was a soft click as the door was opened and Loona lowered her phone to catch the inevitable ‘Pickle Missile’ that charged in with a cry of “LOONA!”. She nuzzled the pup that hugged her tight and returned that hug just as tightly. Both participants let out happy whines as they nuzzled each other.
“Hey, Squirt,” Loona muttered as she scented the puppy. I missed you, too. How was school?”
