Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Congratulations: Y/N and Octavia!

The sun shines brightly over the venue, casting golden light through the large arched windows of the preparation rooms. The soft sound of orchestral music drifts from the main hall, where the ceremony will soon begin.

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Y/N's Room

Y/N stands in front of a mirror, adjusting his tie with shaky hands. His reflection stares back at him, a mixture of excitement and nerves. Loona lounges on a nearby chair, scrolling through her phone but sneaking glances at him from time to time. She notices his hands fumbling.

Loona: (teasing) You're gonna strangle yourself if you keep pulling it that tight. Relax.

Y/N sighs deeply, letting the tie fall into place. Loona stands up and walks over, brushing his hands aside to help straighten the tie properly.

Loona: (softly) You're gonna be fine, dork. Octavia's obsessed with you, remember? You could trip walking down the aisle, and she'd probably think it was cute.

Y/N lets out a small laugh, though it's laced with anxiety.

Y/N: (quietly) I just... I don't want to mess this up.

Loona: (rolling her eyes, but smiling) You won't. Trust me. Just don't start freaking out now, okay? You're already pale enough.

Y/N takes a deep breath, nodding as Loona pats his shoulder.

Loona: Now, finish getting ready. I'll go check if the baby isn't drooling all over himself or something.

She leaves the room, and Y/N stares at himself one more time in the mirror before adjusting the cuffs of his suit and trying to steady his breathing.

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Octavia's Room

Meanwhile, Octavia paces back and forth in her dressing room, her long midnight starlight dress swishing behind her with every step. Verosika is helping touch up her makeup while Sallie May fixes a slight snag in the fabric of the dress. Orion, dressed in a tiny suit, sits nearby in a small crib, babbling softly to himself.

Octavia: (panicking) What if I trip? What if my dress tears? What if he realizes this is all a mistake, and he doesn't want to do this?

Verosika: (calmly) Sweetheart, breathe. You're going to look stunning, and Y/N is going to be a puddle of mush when he sees you. Trust me, I know the effect you have on him.

Sallie May chuckles softly while still working on the dress.

Sallie May: Girl, that boy ain't got a second thought in his head about marryin' you. If anything, he's probably freakin' out about whether he deserves you.

Octavia stops pacing and looks at them with wide eyes.

Octavia: (softly) You think so?

Verosika: (smirking) I know so. That shy little goof is head over heels for you, and we all see it. Now stop moving so I can finish your eyeliner, or you're going to have a lopsided wing.

Octavia finally sits down, though her knee bounces anxiously. She glances at Orion, who smiles up at her with his big, innocent eyes.

Octavia: (softly) I just want this day to be perfect for him.

Sallie May finishes fixing the dress and stands up, patting Octavia's shoulder.

Sallie May: It already is, sugar. You're here. That's all he wants.

Octavia smiles nervously but starts to relax as the final touches on her makeup are completed. Verosika steps back, looking her over with approval.

Verosika: (grinning) Stunning. You're gonna knock his socks off.