Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Beach

Y/N stood by the dresser, carefully folding a towel and placing it inside a beach bag. His movements were precise but slightly anxious—his fingers tapping against the fabric as he tried to focus. Meanwhile, Octavia was on the other side of the room, packing a few essentials for Orion, who was lying in his playpen, babbling to himself and kicking his tiny legs.

Octavia: (glancing over at Y/N with a smirk) "You're overthinking again."

Y/N: (pausing mid-fold, his shy expression obvious) "Am I?"

Octavia: (laughing softly, walking over to him) "Yes. You've been folding and refolding that same towel for the past five minutes."

Y/N's face turned slightly red as he quickly stuffed the towel into the bag and cleared his throat.

Y/N: "I just... want to be prepared. It's a beach."

Octavia rolled her eyes playfully and adjusted the strap on her swimsuit cover-up.

Octavia: (grinning) "It's just a beach, Y/N. No big deal."

Y/N: (muttering, looking down as his fingers fidgeted) "Yeah, easy for you to say..."

She smirked and leaned up to peck his cheek.

Octavia: "You're cute when you get all shy."

Y/N turned redder but managed a small smile.

Octavia packed a large tote bag with towels, sunscreen, and a few extra clothes, while Y/N carefully sorted through a smaller bag, ensuring they had snacks, bottles for Orion, and anything else the baby might need.

Orion, still in his playpen, watched them with big, fascinated eyes. He kicked his tiny feet and let out a babbling coo as he saw his parents moving around with purpose.

"Why are they putting things in big bags?" his little mind wondered. "Are we going somewhere? Does this mean adventure? Or... more tiny prison time?"

Octavia grabbed Orion's sun hat and held it up, inspecting it before glancing over at him.

Octavia: (smirking) "I don't think he's gonna like wearing this."

Y/N: (glancing over shyly but smiling) "He needs it, though. I don't want him getting sunburned."

Orion, hearing the word "hat," blinked in mild baby alarm.

"Wait... Hat?" he thought. "Not the hat! Not the head trap! Noooooo!"

Y/N walked over and gently scooped Orion up, holding him securely in his good arm while playfully poking his tiny belly.

Y/N: (softly) "You're gonna have fun, little guy. First time at the beach."

Orion blinked up at him before stuffing his tiny fist into his mouth, thinking hard.

"Beach?" he pondered. "No idea what that is... but Papa seems happy. Mommy seems happy. Maybe it's okay? But still... no hat."

Octavia chuckled, slipping the hat into the bag before leaning over to kiss Orion's forehead.

Octavia: (teasing) "If you behave, maybe we'll let you put your tiny feet in the water."

Orion cooed happily, having no clue what that meant but deciding it sounded exciting.

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The warm, golden sands stretched endlessly before them, the gentle waves of the crimson ocean lapping at the shore. The sky above Hell's version of a beach was a mesmerizing mix of deep purples and reds, with the occasional burst of fire from distant volcanoes dotting the horizon. It was strangely peaceful—especially since, for once, they had the entire place to themselves.