Helluva Boss X Bluey

Gift

The Heeler household buzzed with its usual morning activity. The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air as Chilli and Bandit prepared breakfast. Bluey and Bingo were busy playing with their toys, their laughter filling the room with joy.

Blitzø sat on the couch, tapping his fingers on his knee, a mischievous glint in his eye. Despite the peaceful surroundings, he couldn't shake his need for excitement and a hint of danger. He glanced at Bluey, who was engrossed in her playtime, and an idea sparked in his mind.

"Hey, Bluey," Blitzø called, trying to sound casual.

Bluey looked up, tilting her head curiously. "Yeah, Blitzø?"

"Wanna see something cool?" Blitzø asked, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

Bluey's eyes widened with interest. "Sure!"

Blitzø motioned for her to follow him, leading her to a quiet corner of the house. He pulled a small box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal a sleek, compact handgun. Bluey's eyes widened even more, a mix of awe and confusion on her face.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice hushed.

Blitzø knelt down to her level, his expression serious. "This, Bluey, is a handgun. It's for protection. You never know when you might need to defend yourself."

Bluey frowned, looking at the weapon. "But isn't that dangerous? I remember you taught me."

Blitzø nodded. "Yes, it is. That's why you have to be very careful with it. I'm giving this to you because I think you're responsible enough to understand its power."

Bluey hesitated, clearly torn. "But, Blitzø, Mum and Dad always say we should talk to them if we're scared or need help."

Blitzø smiled gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And they're right, Bluey. You should always go to them first. This is just in case you're ever in a situation where you can't."

Bluey nodded slowly, taking the handgun with a sense of gravity far beyond her years. "Okay, Blitzø. I'll be careful."

Blitzø ruffled her hair, a rare look of fondness crossing his face. "I know you will, kid. Just remember, it's a last resort, alright?"

Bluey nodded again, carefully hiding the handgun in a safe spot. As they returned to the living room, she glanced back at Blitzø, her eyes filled with a newfound respect and a touch of worry.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Bluey's mind buzzed with the weight of her secret, but she managed to stay cheerful, playing with Bingo and enjoying the day's activities. Blitzø kept a close eye on her, making sure she was handling the responsibility well.

As night fell, the household settled into its evening routine. Bluey tucked the handgun away, her mind replaying Blitzø's words. She understood the gravity of the gift, but she also felt a strange sense of security knowing it was there.

Blitzø sat on the porch, looking up at the stars, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He knew it was a risky move, but he believed in Bluey's ability to handle it. And in this peaceful world, a little bit of insurance never hurt.

As he sat there, Moxxie and Millie joined him, their expressions curious.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Millie asked, sitting next to him.

Blitzø shrugged, a sly smile on his lips. "Just making sure our friends here are a little more prepared for anything that comes their way."

Moxxie raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Well, let's hope they won't need it."

Blitzø nodded, his gaze still fixed on the stars. "Yeah, let's hope."

In the quiet of the night, the Heeler household slept peacefully, unaware of the small but significant change that had taken place. And for Blitzø, it was enough to know that he had done something to protect those he had come to care about, even in his own unconventional way.