Y/N is a regular 18-year old boy who goes to engineering school, hangs out with friends, and has a Hellhound named Loona for a girlfriend. Life is pretty good for him and Loona, until an unexpected visitor enters his life and changes everything. Having to multi-task with dating Loona and interacting with this stranger, he soon finds out a shocking moment that jeopardizes everything. And things only get worse from there... could he and Loona handle this much trouble? Well get to reading and you'll find out. NOTICE: This is a sequel to my first Helluvaboss fan fiction: Loona (Helluvaboss) X Male! Reader. I highly recommend checking that story out first before reading this one. Thank you and enjoy.

***THIS STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN CHAPTER BY CHAPTER*** "War... War never changes." The world has seen many technological advances since the end of the war between Ukraine and Russia, which was both a blessing and a curse. In 2072, a war breaks out between the modern sides of the Allies and the Axis. Americans, Germans and the British Colonies made up the Allies, while Russia, North Korea and China made up the main three of the Axis. The war was at its worst in 2077, when Y/N had just returned from a mission in Russia. He was sent home due to the alleged endangerment of his fellow soldiers; however, this granted him some immunity. His home was in a small town that was populated by no more than 30 people, and nearby was a cryogenics testing facility in the form of a vault. The company that owned it, Vault-Tec, was a government-funded organisation that worked to find ways to preserve human life in the case of global disaster: environmental, nuclear, or otherwise. Due to Y/N's service history, he was allowed into the vault during the nuclear warhead exchange between America and China, and that's where our story starts. (Fallout 4 belongs to Bethesda All art and music in this story belong to their respective owners Y/N belongs to us)

She was just the sharp-tongued hellhound behind the desk at I.M.P. Then she flipped off Hell, danced with Gluttony, survived a trial by sin ...and accidentally became the hottest thing the underworld had ever seen. When MOOD-Hell's most infamous glamour magazine-sets its sights on Loona, she wants nothing to do with it. Cameras, interviews, pinups? Hard pass. But between relentless press, a very smug boyfriend, one over-excited Sin of Gluttony, and fashion advice from an owl prince who refuses to use doors, Loona finds herself stepping into a spotlight she never asked for. This is Loona as you've never seen her before-raw, unfiltered, furious, funny, and unapologetically herself. She didn't want fame. She didn't chase glamour. But Hell looked anyway-and Loona stared right back. Hotter than Wrath. Sharper than a blade. And absolutely not asking for permission. (This takes place shortly after Hell of A Threesome)

This is the story of how Kuro Ookami came to be. We meet the Hellhound-Ookami Hybrid and his adventures. Kuro Ookami was taken away from his reality and now he lives in the place of a Helluva World. THANK YOU FOR 13K READS!!!!

Loona never considered herself the "let's hang out" type-especially not with bashful kitsune girls who trip over their tails and blush like it's an Olympic sport. But when Kimiko shyly reaches out for a night of bonding, something unexpected happens: Loona says yes. What starts as a simple night of ramen and arcade games spirals into an unforgettable journey through dance battles, sake bars, and steam-soaked secrets under the stars. As the walls come down and the drinks flow, Kimiko begins to discover confidence she never knew she had-and Loona, against all odds, learns that maybe, just maybe, friendships aren't so terrible after all. And then there's the onsen. And what definitely happened in the onsen. But no one's talking about that. (Except maybe Blaze-after he finishes bleeding from the nose.) (This is a fun side story taking place sometime after Hell of A Trial)

He defied death-not to live, but to matter. Blaze Morvane died a nameless soldier on a forgotten battlefield. Terrified of fading into oblivion, he struck back against the Reaper and shattered the natural order. In the realm of death he became something else - something feared. A collector of souls. A myth. A warning whispered through centuries. But immortality is not purpose. Power is not meaning. As the centuries grind on, Blaze spirals into nihilism. The more souls he devours, the less he feels. Cities rise and collapse around him. Time loses shape. Even sensation fades to gray. The only constant is the ache - the desperate belief that if he just takes one more soul, he might finally feel whole. Instead, he becomes hollow. And when a Reaper named Aislinn arrives to deliver judgment, Blaze finally faces the truth: He wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid of being nothing. Now Blaze must choose between damnation earned through cruelty-or redemption earned through surrender. To reincarnate is to lose everything he clung to. To let go is to finally be free. (Blaze's Origin story. As this will be important for the Blaze and Loona saga. Heavily Dark Souls inspired!)

Blaze Morvane has battled demons, monsters, gods... but nothing prepared him for trying a video game everyone won't shut up about. Enter: Fortnite VR. And Blaze? He is horrendous. Shot by children, bullied by vending machines, eliminated by gravity itself. He is the world's first sentient fail compilation. But two pairs of eyes are watching from above the chaos. Kimiko Five-Tails-a shy, skilled kitsune with a soft voice and softer touches, charmed against her better judgment by the disaster wolf flailing below. Packleader Highwire-deadly, disciplined, and convinced Blaze might be a lost cause... but not impossible. And impossibilities? She loves proving them wrong. What begins as a rescue mission quickly becomes something far more intense than "training." Blaze learns to shoot, build, focus-while his teachers learn he's got the kind of heart (and stamina) worth keeping close.

Charlie and John, try to redeem sinners, but it won't be easy. Now that the Vês manipulate the media, there are still those who want to change and learn and mature. Since the show has only just begun.

With snow drifting beyond the frosted glass and holiday lights glowing warm and wild, Blaze Morvane faces his most unpredictable challenge yet: a Christmas party hosted by his brilliant, ever-scrutinizing mother, Mistral Morvane-and every single lady from his complicated past is invited. With Blaze finding his place next to Loona-the firebrand hellhound from I.M.P.-Blaze is caught in a whirlwind of old flings, unresolved tensions, and bittersweet memories. From sultry werewolves and celestial goddesses to cunning fox spirits and digital phantoms, each guest has their story... and their reason for showing up. But as laughter flows with wine and unspoken feelings linger like mistletoe overhead, Loona takes it upon herself to discover why so many of these women still care for Blaze-and what it is that makes her the one who stayed. Meanwhile, Mistral conducts her own quiet investigation, interviewing each of her son's... former entanglements with equal parts curiosity and clinical amusement. Unexpected friendships form, jealous sparks fly, and even ancient grudges are dusted with a hint of holiday cheer. Complete with a chaotic gift exchange, a feast to remember, some magical hangovers, and heartfelt revelations, Hell of a Holiday is more than just a seasonal detour-it's a celebration of past, present, and the imperfect, stubborn love that keeps Blaze standing. Because in this found family of gods, monsters, foxes, and flames... sometimes the best gift is simply being seen.

(Do note, this story will NOT display graphic sexual details. Everything occurring will be hinted at to fit Wattpad's ToS!) Welcome to the Gluttony Ring, where the drinks are strong, the outfits are optional, and Queen Bee-lzebub throws parties that rewrite the rules of sin. After surviving trials of Hell, heartbreak, and heat, Blaze and Loona are invited to the most scandalous gala of the year-an all-indulgence blowout hosted by Bee herself. But behind the music and the magic, the Queen is cracking. Her crown is slipping. And it might just take two lovers tangled in lust and loyalty to remind her who she really is. What begins as playful flirtation spirals into glitter-drenched intimacy, raw confessions, and a fiery display that shakes all of Hell. With love, power, and a very drunk Blitzø crashing through the ceiling, it's one unforgettable night of chaos, closeness, and the kind of friendship that burns beautifully. Long live the queen.