Helluva Boss X Reader

Octavia Part 3: False Pretenses

WARNING: This chapter contains non-consensual touching and kissing, attempted and/or completed. This story does not aim to glorify such actions, but instead aims to acknowledge that it is wrong to touch someone in this way without prior consent. A summary of this chapter will be written and added to the chapter list that will allow the reader to skip this chapter if they feel uncomfortable reading such content. If you do not see the beforementioned chapter, please contact me, as that would mean there has been an error.

You once again found yourself before Stolas's mansion. However, this time you were coming through the gates as a guest, and not climbing onto a second-story balcony like an intruder. A small imp servant, who wore a collar that seemed to meet his jaw, even when folded properly, greeted you as he opened the large metal structure that reminded you of a cage. You weren't sure exactly what to do in this situation, so you gave a quick bow to him. He seemed bewildered, but chose not to speak.

He led you to the front staircase, and disappeared behind the doors, indicating for you to wait outside. You stood there, uncomfortable, and slightly put off. You had never been in this kind of position before. You had only ever seen classy servants in media, but that was nothing compared to the extravagance of the mansion. It seemed unlike anything you had ever seen before, and seemed to come straight from a fantasy novel. It was constructed like a castle, with a slightly asymmetrical design. A large sigil written in a language you didn't recognize was on display halfway up the building, with the name "STOLAS" written in its circular border.

Soon, the imp returned. He opened the door, and you were faced with both Stolas and Octavia. Now that you had been fully rested, and prepared for this, you realized the extent of the resemblance between the two. The expressions you had found cute in Octavia were also to be found in Stolas's face. What features you had seen to be charming in Stolas were reflected in his daughter, and you realized that you now undeniably found Octavia attractive. It was strange to see the similarities between the two become incongruous with what they wore. Stolas was in his usual royal attire, that you recognized from both times he had visited your office building, while Octavia wore a pink shirt that displayed an assortment of yellow stars, which was covered by a black cardigan. The rest of her look was black, and it went with her bluish-grey feathers, which were nigh identical to Stolas's.

You realized you had been standing frozen for a moment too long, and you quickly dipped into an awkward bow. Stolas laughed, while Octavia looked uncomfortable when presented with the gesture.

"That won't be necessary, (Y/N). You're our guest; there's no need for such formalities. It's also not a good look when you don't know how to properly bow." Stolas then demonstrated what he meant, performing the same sweeping bow that he had when you had climbed onto his second story balcony. The imp servant looked incredibly uncomfortable, and quickly disappeared deeper into the mansion.

"Daa-ad," Octavia complained, crossing her arms and giving a disgusted look. "Can you please not? This was such a stupid idea." She looked at you apologetically. When she spoke, you were reminded that she possessed a British accent. You became afraid of biting your own tongue in the future as you kept listening to her voice, thinking that you would inevitably become self-conscious of how you would speak.

Stolas stood up and moved to the side, gesturing inside the mansion with a swing of his arm. "Well we can't very well send them home now, Via. They've come all this way." You nodded in agreement, thinking of your real reason for coming here. You figured you would stick around for whatever Stolas had planned, and then find a way to speak to Octavia alone. You stepped inside, and Stolas started moving, guiding you through the mansion as the three of you walked.

It was a completely different experience during the day. When it had been dark, it had felt like a maze, with seemingly endless corridors with dozens of options to turn. Now the paths seemed straightforward, designed for practical use when navigating it simply as just a house. Still, it was a pretty big fucking house.