Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Apology Tour

Episode opens with water filling a large pool. Stolas lays down in a lounge chair beside a tea table under a royal tent in his garden, reading a botany book with a cup of wine on a table next to him.

Octavia sits beside him.

Stolas: I'm happy you finally told Y/N that you're pregnant, Octavia.

Octavia: Thanks, Dad. It wasn't easy, but he took it well.

Stolas: (thoughtfully) Do you know what the baby might be like?

Octavia: Do you?

Stolas: Well, I know the baby will be born in an egg, like you were.

Octavia smiles, placing a hand on her stomach.

Stolas: (sipping his wine) Have you and Y/N planned anything yet? Are you two thinking about getting married?

Octavia: We haven't talked about marriage yet. We're still trying to wrap our heads around the whole baby thing.

Stolas: Take your time, my dear. But remember, if you need anything, I'm always here for you.

Octavia: (smiling) Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.

Blitzo appears a little ways away, climbing over the brick wall.

Blitzo: Hello, hello, hello, Stolas! You have- Ah!

Stolas takes notice, but scowls at Blitzo for the harsh and heartbreaking words he said the night before. He covers his face in his book as Blitzo falls into the bushes, climbing out, yanking a carnivorous plant off of biting his elbow as he walks up to talk.

Blitzo: You haven't been answering my texts, and I sent you a bunch of funny shit. So, what gives?

Stolas: I was hoping my lack of "ha ha's" in response to the photos you sent would be an indicator I didn't want to talk right now.

Blitzo: Oh, come on, Stolas, we just had a rough night. 'Sides, you always want to hear from me.

Trying to get his attention, Blitzo uses his finger to press down the middle of the book so he and Stolas would be eye to eye. Stolas sighs as he closes the book in his hand.

Stolas: Blitzo. What is it you want?

Blitzo: I wanna feel like I'm earning my way to Earth! 'Kay? So get your tight, feathered ass out of that lawn chair and into the bedroom so I can fuck it!

Blitzo climbs on top of Stolas as he speaks, but the latter does not reciprocate the intentions. Stolas frowns as he gets out of the chair and moves to the tea table. Octavia looked uncomfortable and pulled her hat over her face.

Stolas: Wow. Poetry. I'm sure such a statement would have had me swooning by now.

Blitzo: Uhhh, I- Sh- Yeah, sure that wa- Okay, that was a shitty way for me to say it- But you usually like it when I talk all dirty, and fucky, and shit.

Stolas stops in his tracks, and turns his head to scowl at Blitzo, the sound effect of a crow cawing being heard.

Blitzo: Come on, we don't do words, we do sex!

Stolas: As shocking as this might seem, Blitzo-I don't think I'm in the mood to "do sex" with you. In fact, I don't think I'm even in the mood to do words with you! So, how about you respect that?

Octavia was getting uncomfortable and walked off, and flipped off Blitzo

Blitzo: Oh, come on, Stolas. you can't mean that. You always love seeing this.

Stolas: Seeing you right now is hard! I don't want to feel worse than I already do.

As Stolas puts down his book, he picks up a folded envelope with the words "You're invited" on it.