Helluva Boss: Octavia x Male Reader Story

Chapter 13 - Proposal

It's been so long...

Do they sell jewellery at Stylish Occults?

That was the question (Y/N) was asking when Penultimo pulled up. 

He got out. It took some courage of his to walk in. But for what he hopes to do this afternoon he will need a lot more. 

Shop Assistant: Welcome back sire, may I help you?

(Y/N): Yes, do you sell rings or any jewellery?

Shop Assistant: Of course sir, right this way. 

The assistant showed (Y/N) the way to the jewellery which was located in a vault behind the store. 

Shop Assistant: What about this one sir? 

The ring she was referring to was both made of gold and diamond. Very pretty, very expensive. But (Y/N) would pay any price.

(Y/N): Done. Oh does it come in a case?

Shop Assistant: Of course, here you are.

She presented (Y/N) the ring inside the case. She then gave it to you before you closed it. 

(Y/N): Much appreciated, thanks.

You came out of the store and got back into the limousine. 

Penultimo: Where to now sir?

(Y/N): Stolas' place.

Stolas, oh Stolas. His life was a mess. He still had Stella but Octavia was gone. He then heard a knock on the door. He opened it. And there was the very reason Octavia was gone. No, that was himself. 

(Y/N) morning Stolas, I have something to discuss with you, and Stella.

Stolas showed him in and then got his reluctant wife aswell. 

Stella: Nice to see you (Y/N), how's Octavia.

(Y/N): She's fine, and it was Octavia I wanted to talk about with you. 

They were intrigued now.

(Y/N): I have come to ask for your blessing.

He paused.

Stolas: For what?

(Y/N): For your daughter's... hand in marriage.  

Jaws dropped, so did a teacup and gasps filled the air. 

(Y/N): And in return, I will invite both of you to the wedding. 

Stolas: I, I don't know what to say...

Stella: I do, hell yes!

Stolas: Dear...

Stella: What! He's better at looking after her than us! We lost her, (Y/N) keeps her! Hell she doesnt want to know us anymore!

(Y/N): ENOUGH!

They both stopped and looked at (Y/N).

(Y/N): I am not going to play the therapist!  Do I have your approval Stolas?

Stolas though long and hard about his, but his conclusion was the same as his wife's. Via would be happier with (Y/N) that with himself. It was time to let his little star fire spread her wings. 

Stolas: Yes, just make her happy.

(Y/N): I will Stolas, you have no doubt about that.

An hour passed. Octavia was by the riverside, staring into the red water. Some say that water was drenched by blood during the early days of hell. Octavia knew it wasn't true. It wasn't thick enough. 

She then heard footsteps behind her. 

At first she thought it was (Y/N) but no, it was someone whom she dreaded to see.

Agent O: Hello missy.

Octavia ran as far as her legs could take her, but stopped as she heard the loading of a gun. 

Agent: I would stop right there if I were you.

Octavia turned around, her hands in the air in surrender. 

Agent: Now we are going to go somewhere and wait for your boyfriend to show up. 

Octavia: What do you ant with him! 

Agent: What do you think. I want that little shit dead! I faced a lot of backfire after our last operation. And now I am finally going to take my reve...

A shot ringed out through the air.

Octavia felt for a bullet wound until she realised she wasn't the victim. She saw agent O on the floor grunting and moaning as she was the one who was shot. And behind her, the one with the smoking gun was him. The one. He one. (Y/N).

(Y/N): My apologies, I got here a little late.

Octavia approached her one and only love. 

Octavia: No, you were right on time.

They both then shared a kiss together.

Agent O: N-no! Y-you, were sup-posed to be the d-dead one!

The agent sputtered while coughing in her own blood. 

(Y/N): Come now agent lets not become emotional. Did you realy think you had a chance against me.

The agenthE W didn't respond, she only coughed and sputtered. 

(Y/N): That's what I though.

(Y/N) then kicked her so she lied dead on the ground, lying in her own pool of blood. 

(Y/N): Now Via, I'm about to ask you the question.

Octavia: A question, what question? 

She chuckled.  

(Y/N): Not a question, the question. 

Then Octavia blushed and stuttered as she realised what (Y/N) mean. 

(Y/N): Octavia, will you marry me?

(Y/N) was on his knees. Holding open a little case with the most beautiful ring Octavia a had ever seen inside. He was proposing.

Octavia: Yes. Yes (Y/N) I will be your wife! 

Instead of taking the ring, Octavia hugged her beloved. 

(Y/N): I swear Via, I shall make you the happiest girl alive. 

Octavia: But we're not.

(Y/N): Well I do love a challenge. 

Octavia chuckled again.

Octavia: I love you. 

(Y/N): I know and so do I.