Helluva Hotline (Helluva Boss x Male Jacket Reader)

Chapter 5: Harvest Moon Festival

The sun begins to rise. Inside the Goetia Family home, Blitzø lights a cigarette in Stolas' bed and folds his arms behind his head. Stolas sighs in contentment with his arms tied up to the headboard. He also has on a ball gag and harness.

Stolas: I’m sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.

Blitzø: When this happens, it’s not really something I fuss about… (using his cigarette, he burns the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzø'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. (he puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzø's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzø shoves him away) 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.

Blitzø pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.

Blitzø: Wrath, huh? Two of my employees are from there. I’ve never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.

Stolas sits up.

Stolas: Oh! Why don’t you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all… (he pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzø's crotch) …special access~ 

He chuckles.

Blitzø: Look, I told you, we’re not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly.

Stolas sits back up with the blanket on his head and playfully tilts his head.

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.

Blitzø: 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: Aww, I’m sowwy your clients will have to wait…

Blitzø waves a dismissive hand.

Blitzø: Oh, fuck my clients!

At Moxxie and Millie's apartment. Moxxie sleeps peacefully in pajamas next to his wife until his phone screen lights up and begins to ring, waking him up from his slumber. He rejects the call, attempting to fall back to sleep. The phone rings again. Annoyed, Moxxie grabs his phone and answers the call, sitting up in bed.

Moxxie: What do you want, sir?

Blitzø: 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?

Millie then immediately sits up in excitement.

Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!

Moxxie: (sighs) Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?

Blitzø falls down from the ceiling, landing on the bed in front of the couple. His phone bonks him on the head. Moxxie narrows his eyes as Blitzø purrs happily. Moxxie looks annoyed while Millie seems amused.

Moxxie: Mhm... Of course.

Over at Y/n's apartment, he is sleeping soundly in bed. His smartphone then lights up and begins to ring, causing him to toss and turn in his sleep. He lets out an audible groan. The phone continues ringing. Y/n opens his eyes and sees the caller to his boss. The ringing stops. He closes his eyes again in an attempt to fall back to sleep when not even a moment later the ringing starts up again. Annoyed, Y/n sits up, answering the phone.