Helluva Baby (Helluva Boss x baby reader.)

Harvest Moon

A sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzo was lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed and folds his arms behind his head.

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

Stolas was wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.

Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...

He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.

Blitzo: 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 are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.

Stolas: 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~

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: Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...

Blitzo: Oh, fuck my clients!

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Loona: Oh god. I've missed that.

Loona walked out of the steaming hot shower with Martin. She wrapped a towel around her chest as Martin stepped out of the shower.

Loona: It's nice to have some time to ourselves, isn't it?

She leaned against the bathroom counter, her eyes meeting Martin's in the mirror.

Martin: Yeah, it is. I feel like we don't get enough moments like this.

Loona reached out to gently squeeze his hand, her touch reassuring as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to his cheek.

Martin: When was the last time we did something like that?

Martin's playful question brought a lightness to the moment, easing any lingering tension as Loona couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing tone. She leaned back against the bathroom counter.

Loona: Hmm, let me think. I believe the last time we had a little fun in the shower was... oh, I don't know, was it... last week? Or maybe the week before that? Or back when I'd visit you at your parents place and they had that really nice shower?