Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Babies home

At Stolas's mansion, a flurry of activity filled the halls as everyone worked together to prepare for Y/N, Octavia, and their newborn son's return home. The mansion, already grand, was transformed into a warm and welcoming haven for the new family. Balloons, banners, and soft, glowing decorations adorned the rooms, creating an atmosphere of celebration and love.

In the center of it all, Stolas supervised with his usual regal air, though his excitement betrayed his composed demeanor.

Stolas: [clapping his hands together] Oh, this is simply marvelous! Everything must be perfect for their return. Let's make sure the flowers are evenly spaced—oh, and that the banner doesn't droop!

Sallie May and Barbie Wire were busy hanging the large banner that read "Welcome Home, Orion!" Barbie muttered under her breath, carefully aligning the letters.

Barbie Wire: [grumbling] Y'know, this would be easier if these damn letters weren't so heavy.

Sallie May: [teasing] Ain't nothin' heavy about this! You just don't work out enough, sugar. Unlike Y/N, now that's a man who can hold a woman.

Meanwhile, Loona and Verosika argued over where to place the mountain of plush toys sent as gifts.

Loona: [rolling her eyes] We don't need all of these on display. Just a few. It's not a toy store.

Verosika: [huffing] Oh, come on! They're adorable! Orion's gotta have the cutest setup ever.

Nearby, Beelzebub was setting up a table piled high with snacks and treats, humming to herself as she worked. She shot the two a playful glance.

Beelzebub: [chuckling] Why not just let the kid pick when he's old enough? For now, put the extras in the other room.

In another corner of the room, Y/N's mother stood with his father, Pinhead, and his Cenobites. The Seamstress adjusted a delicate, handmade quilt that she had stitched with her trademark precision, its design featuring soft celestial patterns of stars and moons.

Jenna: Aww! Looks so adorable!

Seamstress: [calmly] This should provide the child with both comfort and elegance.

Pinhead: [in his deep, resonant voice] It is fitting. A child born to such a union deserves nothing less than excellence.

The Brute grumbled as he moved a large crib into position, carefully following the instructions from a manual.

Brute: [grunts]

Ace of Spades: [snickering] Don't worry, big guy. You'll figure it out. It's not like it's rocket science.

The Filmmaker was busy setting up a projector that displayed a slideshow of photos sent in by friends and admirers. He paused to adjust the lighting, ensuring the ambiance was just right.

Filmmaker: [with a smirk] A masterpiece for a momentous occasion.

Cartoonist worked alongside him, sketching small caricatures of Y/N, Octavia, and Orion that would be displayed on a nearby table.

Cartoonist: [grinning mischievously] Gotta give the kid a little humor. Can't have things too sappy around here.

As everyone worked, Stolas approached a pile of gifts sent from well-wishers, carefully unwrapping a few to inspect their contents. Sallie May joined him, peeking over his shoulder.

Sallie May: [whistling] Folks really went all out, huh? Look at this one—custom baby clothes. Fancy.

Stolas: [nodding] Indeed, it's heartwarming to see how loved they are.