since it actually is becoming a series why not make it a x reader with this hope you enjoy this will probably become a blitzo x reader with some x stolas I don't own helluva boss or its characters or well you
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[Scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas's mansion. A sigh of contentment is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas's bed and folds his arms behind his head with Y/n asleep next to him in Blitzo's arms.]
Stolas: I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.
[Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.]
Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something we fuss about... [uses cigarette to burn rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigarette from him and takes a long drag of it.] but do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.
Stolas: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.
[Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.]
Stolas: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.
[Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.]
Blitzo: Wrath, huh? My employees and Y/n are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.
Stolas: [sits up] Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...
[Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch.]
Stolas: ...special access~ [chuckles]
Blitzo: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly.
[Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful owl head tilt.]
Stolas: I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year.
Blitzo: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.
Stolas: [in a baby-talk voice] Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...
Blitzo: [waves a dismissive hand] Oh, fuck my clients!
[Moxxie and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone sounds. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone sounds again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.]
Moxxie: What do you want, sir?
Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?
