#Hell's bellies helluva boss

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Found this neat little reference in the new helluva boss short

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Redesigning Helluva Beelzebub

Hoo boy, roll up the sleeves for this one.

The Original

In my review of Helluva Boss 108, I mentioned that Beelzebub's character design put me in mind of how some DeviantArt kid's fursona might look. And... Yeah I stand by that statement. The most likely reason I can figure Viv Medrano wanted her to be dog-like was to make a reference to her Die Young music video, which featured an anthro wolf singing a Kesha song (for context, Kesha herself voiced Beelzebub and co-wrote a song for this episode).

But for those who are unaware, Beelzebub's traditional depiction looks nothing like this.

Really the only visual similarities the Helluva version shares with the Infernal Dictionary version are the insect wings, six limbs, and the crown thingy over the head. (At least I think that's a crown-? Kinda hard to tell on both counts.)

Bee's eyes get somewhat more insectoid later in the episode, but that feels like a cop-out. Wow, her eyes and colors changed. Totally a bug demon, right?

They had the same problem in Hazbin Hotel with Katie Killjoy, who's allegedly supposed to be a praying mantis but barely resembles one, even after her transformation.

I understand the desire for fresh takes on old figures, and taking creative liberties so the new interpretation doesn't feel generic. But the changes should at least make sense. By now it's pretty clear Viv couldn't care less about representing Ars Goetia demons faithfully, as demonstrated with Paimon, Andrealphus, and now Beelzebub. You could slap completely different names on these characters and it wouldn't change a thing. I posted this meme a while back but it's never been more relevant:

On top of that, what reason could there possibly be for the design to be this damn complex? Why did she need so many markings on her face? Why did she need so many layers of hair? Why did she need flowing goo for her hair, tail, and body, each requiring dedicated effects animation?

When it comes to a hand-drawn production, less is more. Any superfluous details on a character just make unnecessary work for the animators.

Anyway, here's what Viv has to say about it.

Alright, I'll admit: The lava lamp bit is a little clever. Basically it works as a regular stomach does, but on demonic steroids. But it wouldn't look so much like Viv's making this up as she goes if we'd seen Bee's stomach performing its intended function in the episode. Let her chow down on a giant piece of food (maybe that cotton candy she's been handing out-?) and swallow it, and let Loona (and the audience) see it dissolving in her transparent belly. As a general rule, if it's not shown or explained in the work itself, it's not canon. Like I've said before, Viv: Elaborate on the nuances in the story you're telling, not on social media.

Also, "Her ears are designed after beehives"? Wh...Wha? Ma'am have you ever seen a beehive.

(Hell, even if you told me the ears were inspired by the generic cartoon beehive we're all familiar with, I wouldn't have guessed. There's a difference between being subtle and being vague.)

I can kinda see it in the overall shape, but that's a very specific design inspiration that wasn't clear at all in the design itself. Same with the "animal trainer" thing: I never would have picked up on that if Viv hadn't pointed it out. If a character design doesn't visually convey all the necessary information, it's not a successful design. Show, don't tell. There's a communication breakdown between what Viv's telling us and what Bee's design shows us.

(It's possible she actually meant "Her ears are designed after honeycombs", but even then, each compartment has a specific pentagonal shape that's not coming across at all here.)

I also find it interesting that Bee and Loona have almost the exact same body type. Of course Viv's pretty infamous for samebody syndrome, but it's actually unnerving how similar these two are.

Might this be a reference to Vortex's "type"? Is this foreshadowing a relationship with Loona? Am I overthinking this? Yeah, probably. Viv's demonstrated a clear preference for tall, skinny body types over the years, so it's safer to assume that's the explanation. It's all aesthetics. It ain't that deep. Occam's Razor and all that.

Finally, Bee how the hell does your shirt work.

The Concept

So at this point it seems most logical to lean into the "bee" thing for the redesign, and scrap all the canine elements. As for the blobby hair and tail... yeeeah let's nix those too. We're going for a streamlined version that's easier to animate. And because I ignored the ringmaster look for my redesign of Asmodeus, it only makes sense to do the same for Bee's animal trainer vibe (what little there is) for the sake of consistency. I know this version of Hell has a circus theme with its highest-ranking demons, but there's never been an in-universe explanation for why that is.

Let's look at actual bees, then. A quick peek at Google has informed me that certain insect species have smaller, "simple" eyes (also known as ocelli), in addition to their compound eyes. In bees, this manifests as a triangular grouping of three beady eyes on top of the head.

In her Helluva Boss episode, Bee's full demon form has three eyes, which could be a reference to this triangular arrangement, plus her regular form has two spots on her forehead in addition to the third eye. So it's possible Viv actually did research for something. Pleasantly surprised on that front.

Next, the body. I've noticed that some folks find Bee's skinny body type refreshing, as the sin of gluttony is too often personified with fatness. And that's fair. That's valid. But consider this:

Imagine any Vivziepop character saying that about a chubby person. Imagine the series sending the message that fat people can be sexy too, and that they have worth outside of their appearance, enough for at least one character to consider them girlfriend material. That they're valued and appreciated regardless of this culture's beauty standards (which we know nothing about since the worldbuilding is as thin and flimsy as tissue paper, but whatever). Imagine if this show finally had a fat female character who wasn't relegated to the background. Don't know about y'all, but that would be refreshing to me. And when you take into account all the fat-shaming of a character who isn't even fat, portraying a fat character as attractive would be a nice change of pace for this show.

Now let's talk about clothing. In the episode, Bee's clothes show off a lot of her body, with a cutout crop top and short shorts. We can take a similar approach for the redesign (something that still shows off her chest, belly, and limbs, in keeping with the extroverted "party girl" persona), but that perhaps includes more queenly elements.

The Redesign

Because this is a redesign, many elements were already in place, but I still had to figure out how this character would look as a bee. Here's where the preliminary sketches came in. Lots of trial and error in this process.

Wrestling with this character's face got a lot easier once I realized I could mold it into a pentagonal shape akin to a honeycomb compartment. It took a few tries, but at last, I had a final sketch.

All that was left to do was test out some color combinations.

I tried a few different approaches, but in the end, this is the version I felt worked best.

I used many of the colors from the original, but pushed the orange much harder since orange is the symbolic color of gluttony as a sin. And overall it gives Bee a nice honey-ish look rather than the generic black and yellow we already see on so many bees in cartoons. I thought the colored outlines on her clothing would add a soft, feminine touch, as well.

And just for kicks, here's a quick sketch of her giant form, inspired by the Infernal Dictionary drawing of Beelzebub.

Conclusion

The canon version of this character exists in the form she does for no reason than to stroke her creator's ego. "Hey guys, remember when I animated that Kesha fan video? Remember how cool that was? Wanna see me foist this unnecessarily-complex character design on other animators while I take a victory lap?" I wouldn't mind so much if Viv animated any of this herself, but she didn't. I could almost excuse this if she had no animation experience and didn't know how much work it requires, but she does. The self-aggrandizing entitlement is just off the charts. But a nonsensical design is leagues better than a stolen one, so... brownie points for that, I guess.

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A Drabble for Octavia in the He Chose You universe (if you don’t know what that is, it’s just a Lucifer/Reader I’ve made — you’re the Queen of Hell) who deserves none of the BS she’s had to deal with in Helluva Boss.

Octavia knelt to sit on the playmat, long legs awkwardly splaying outward as she tried to get comfortable. Even if she managed to make her lower half unwind, the Goetian heiress couldn’t imagine her shoulders loosening in this expansive, unbelievable castle. It was even more opulent than her own home. Princess Charlotte watched her make the attempt with a wide, gummy smile from where she’d been trying to roll onto her tummy. Her mother, the Queen, had gotten up only a moment ago and was speaking in hushed tones with the person Via wished the least to see much less hear since she’d taken shelter in Lucifer’s palace.

Pudgy hands on chubby baby arms reached out and Octavia couldn’t help smirking. She reached back and allowed Charlotte to grab onto one of her talons, sharp point curled inward to prevent any injury to the fragile baby.

The baby yanked at her owl counterpart and babbled, until Octavia’s smile softened into something more genuine. It was as if Charlotte knew that Via needed distraction.

“Your majesty, I understand what you’re saying, but I must insist that I at least see my daughter.”

Octavia sunk down further onto the plush pink carpet at the sound of her father’s voice.

“It’s been days!” Stolas said, loud enough to be heard from behind royal walls.

“And as I said before, Octavia shouldn’t be forced to do anything that she’s not comfortable with.” The Queen countered politely, yet firmly.

“Mah!” Octavia’s gaze switched from the ground to Charlotte once again.

The threat of tears in the bird’s glowing eyes were forgotten momentarily as she watched Hell’s princess struggle to flip from her back to her belly. Octavia couldn’t help her frame from shaking with quiet laughter at the sight.

Charlie waved a hand again and her playmate finally took the bait and gently pushed the baby to maneuver onto her side. Charlie’s hooves kicked in the air for purchase as she flopped the rest of the way. She huffed in satisfaction before looking back up at Via with her round, ruby eyes, arms held out to grip and kneed at the fibers beneath.

Charlotte babbled before scooting up toward Via, moving like an inchworm just to get to her.

“What are you doing?” Octavia snorted, instantly stopping the Devil baby in her tracks by leaning over and plucking the tiny thing from the floor.

It was so easy, like picking up taxidermic armadillo paperweight to admire. Just a tad more wriggly and loud.

Charlie smiled widely again and lightly petted Via’s beak. “Mah!”

“Yes, I heard you the first time.” Octavia held the Antichrist close, for lack of any alternative. “You’re nuts, you know?”

The familiar whoosh and accompanying sparkling light of a portal opening up a few feet away had Octavia pulling Charlie to her chest tightly. It earned her a high-pitched bit of nonsense, but Via waited in fear for the figure on the other side to step through.

The becoming-familiar figure of Lucifer hopped through. “Hello girls!”

It took Octavia a moment to get her bearings. Charlie fussed in the owl princess’s loosening arms as Lucifer focused on the two of them.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. Didn’t mean to startle you!” The King hunched in on himself to appear smaller, voice going low. “Mom said she had to step out and I got here as fast as I could.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He continued. “Here, want me to take her?”

Octavia slowly gave Charlotte to her father, watching numbly as he lit up for the baby.

“Dah!” Charlie squealed.

“That’s right! Daddy’s here!” Lucifer kissed her brow, and Charlie was already enthusiastically babbling once more.

He looked back to Octavia. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long…?”

“No, he… he got here a few minutes ago.” Octavia answered.

Lucifer’s expression turned remorseful and subdued, even while Charlie grabbed at lapels. This was the fourth-going-on-fifth time Prince Stolas had come requesting his daughter’s return home, and the situation was becoming as sad as it was frustrating.

It was difficult for Lucifer personally. On one hand, he was a father, and he knew that he’d tear apart Heaven and Hell to keep Charlotte safe with himself and his wife. On the other hand, Octavia’s parents were definitely not Lucifer and his wife. Being around Stella and Stolas Goetia, especially at the height of their marriage falling apart at the seems and one attempting to kill the other — as well as the other flaunting their extramarital affairs (in front of Octavia for fuck’s sake) sounded like the opposite of safe.

“Hey,” Lucifer offered the Owl princess a hand while moving Charlie to his hip. “Are ya hungry? We’ve got a kitchen all the way on the opposite side of the house with anything you could ever want. Or oh! Maybe we could go to that arcade Mammon commissioned up here — Dag and Belphagor’s? I bet they have food, and non-rigged games! Well for us, anyway.”

Lucifer chuckled. And Via looked up at him for a long moment, sizing up the rather diminutive ruler of all Hell as he waited for her with utmost patience. Charlie mimicked him once she’d assessed the situation (as much as a baby could) and held out her hand to Octavia as well, with an energetic ‘Gah!’.

Via smiled before she took the offer. “Sure.”

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I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

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Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 3

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 3: 2,530

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Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

Ozzie chuckled and did just that, though instead of putting him on his shoulder like usual, he turned Fizz around in the air and lifted him up far enough that he could kiss his belly and then down to his torn panties. Fizz startled a little at first, but then he let out a breathy little laugh and held on to Ozzie‘s shoulders as Ozzie leaned forward and took his still silk-covered bulge into his mouth. Ozzie‘s tongue was long enough to run all the way back to Fizz‘s uncovered ass, where he gave his hole and his taint a few strong licks before he pulled back a little to just suck at his cock and balls for a moment. The renewed sexual attention immediately sent new jolts of heat through Fizz. He wrapped his legs around Ozzie‘s neck, which prompted the bull and goat heads to start nibbling at his naked robo legs.

“Looks like you‘re about to eat me up, babe,“ Fizz quipped, his voice trembling with arousal that was making his grin wobbly.

The goat head detached itself from his leg to answer with Ozzie‘s voice while his main mouth was still occupied: “You know you‘re the most delicious treat in all of hell…“

Before Fizz could say anything else, he felt Ozzie‘s tongue snake its way under the remains of his panties, but apparently not just so he would have better access to his most sensitive parts, because his tongue pushed up farther until it reached the waistband. Then he looked up, and Fizz saw that he now had the waistband and the rest of the fabric between his teeth. With a glint in his face and a broad grin Ozzie‘s grip on Fizz‘ hips tightened—and then he whipped his head back and tore the waistband of his panties apart.

It was a very tame display of violence, but it still immediately made Fizz‘ already hard cock drip.

“Fuck,“ he whispered and grabbed the feathers at the top of Ozzie‘s head to pull him back into position. Ozzie spit out the silk and leaned in with a chuckle, carefully plucking the tattered remains of Fizz‘ underwear off while he sucked his now naked cock back into his mouth. Fizz was feeling very warm by now, and the fact that he was still wearing a shirt was suddenly a really big problem for him. Luckily, that was one problem that he could resolve himself, and he did so as fast as he could with his hands shaking from how wonderful Ozzie‘s mouth felt on his cock.

“If we don‘t get to the shower soon,“ he gasped, dropping his shirt to the floor, “I‘m going to end the first act right here…“

Ozzie‘s chuckle sent another wave of pleasure up his body, and the last long, broad lick from his taint over his balls and up his cock nearly did shove him over the edge. But Ozzie pulled back just in time, leaving his cock wet and bouncing.

“Alright, no more dawdling.“

He pressed a last kiss to Fizz‘ belly, then he shifted him so he was sitting on one of his shoulders, clinging to his fluff while he moved the two of them out of the kitchen and down the hall into the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Fizz extended his arms to tug Ozzie‘s shirt tails out of his jeans. “Fair‘s fair, right, big daddy?“

Ozzie hummed in agreement and let Fizz open the buttons of his shirt while he unfastened his pants himself. When he bent forward to push them down, together with his own underwear, Fizz used the forward movement to somersault off his shoulder, pulling Ozzie‘s open shirt with him.

Finally, they were both naked, standing across from each other with the pile of Ozzie‘s discarded clothes between them. Fizz shoved them out of the way with his foot and wrapped his arm around Ozzie‘s hips so he could push his face right into his groin and rub it against his beautiful, fat dick. He wasn‘t sure how exactly Ozzie‘s body worked, because the only time he seemed to actually have a scent was when they were about to fuck, currently fucking or had just finished fucking, but right now he smelled like musk and sweat and leather – a combination that never failed to make Fizz‘ mouth water.

“Come on, froggie,“ Ozzie said in a slightly chiding tone. “No more dawdling, right?“

Fizz let out a low whine and let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he looked up. “But I wanna suck you off, Ozzie…“

“Later. C‘mon, baby.“

When Fizz still refused to move, he let out a low sigh and reached down to grab his hips. Fizz let out an indignant squawk, but allowed Ozzie to pull his lower body up so he could carry him over into the shower.

Fizz finally stopped clinging to him when Ozzie put him down on the cool shower floor. He extended his arm to grab the customized shower cap from its spot, then he closed the shower doors behind them and carefully pulled the cap over his hat.

Ozzie turned on all of the water outlets of the shower, both the rainfall overhead and the various side showers that were custom-built into the wall to accommodate both Ozzie‘s and Fizz‘ height, then he took one of the bottles off the Fizz-level shower shelf.

Fizz‘ limbs were perfectly waterproof, but since they were not skin, they needed special care products, which also were all made after Ozzie‘s own recipe. The stuff he used for the original Fizzy was better quality and more expensive than the cleaning solutions people could buy for their Robo-Fizzes, and Ozzie had mixed in special, super expensive ingredients to give it a luxurious fragrance that Fizz couldn‘t get enough of, even though he could only really smell it right after using it. The body soap he used was some medicine shit from Sloth that didn‘t irritate his burned skin and that Ozzie had also altered a little to make it smell spicy and sexy instead of the inside of a Baphomet‘s ear. Ozzie lathered up some of the body-stuff in his hands (Fizz had only washed his limbs two days ago, they generally only needed thorough cleaning about once a week) and then sat down on the built-in bench so Fizzy could stand between his legs with his back to him while he carefully but thoroughly ran his soap-slick hands over his shoulders and neck.

Fizz would never understand how hands that were so gigantic could be so gentle and clever at the same time. Even though one of his hands could wrap around his whole upper body, his fingertips easily found the exact location of the trigger spots in his shoulders that never quite stopped aching if Fizz wasn‘t on something that forced the pain to fuck off for a few hours. Weed helped, a lot. Alcohol, a little less so, but still enough when there was nothing else at hand. Massages and physical therapy generally had great results if he ever managed to stick to them for more than two weeks at a time. There were always pain meds, of course, and Ozzie would make him take some when it just got too much, but most of them made him feel sluggish and weird and unmoored from his body, which was not something he could afford if he wanted to keep his position as Ozzie‘s biggest star. So more often than not, he would play down the pain and swallow some aspirin when Ozzie became suspicious about the way he was wincing and stretching. Nothing was more important than being on stage, and even now Fizz lived in constant fear that his useless fuck-up of a body would eventually cost him the only thing he was good for – but also the thing that gave him more joy than anything else.

More joy even than getting railed by Ozzie, though getting railed by Ozzie was a strong runner-up. Not that he would ever tell Ozzie about this ranking. That would stay locked up in his head like everything else that might make Ozzie finally see how much he didn‘t actually deserve his patronage – his favor – at all.

When Ozzie was done with his back, Fizz felt like he was about to melt into a puddle and flow away into the shower drain. He let out a deep sigh when Ozzie pulled him closer, until Fizz‘ slightly tingling back was pushing against his chest. With Ozzie sitting and him standing, he could lean his head against Ozzie‘s shoulder while the same fingers that had just coaxed all the tension from his shoulders started to run over his chest and belly, first just soaping him up, then starting to tease his nipples and his belly button. Little shivers ran through Fizz‘ body as he became even more relaxed. The weed was starting to kick in, and both his limbs and his eyelids became a little heavier. The humid warmth of the shower cabin didn‘t help, either, and while Ozzie‘s fingers now alternated between gently stroking the tension out of the muscles over his ribcage and rubbing his thumbs over his nipples until both the little nubs on his chest and the bigger nub between his legs were getting hard, Fizz could feel his body struggle to stay upright, even though he was already leaning against Ozzie‘s chest.

The bull head nuzzled against the top of Fizz‘ shower cap and Ozzie‘s main head turned around so he could press a kiss against his cheek. Fizz turned his had lazily to catch his lips in a proper kiss, but let out a little squeak when Ozzie‘s hands left his chest and grabbed his legs.

He pulled his knees up and draped them over his thighs.

“Don‘t want you to slip if you fall asleep, Dizzy-Fizzy…“ His voice rumbled against Fizz‘ entire body, and Fizz used the energy of the shiver that responded inside of him to extend his legs and wrap them around Ozzie‘s thighs several times.

“‘m not gonna fall asleep, Ozzie,“ he muttered, completely aware that the tone of his voice was saying something very different, but also very much not able to care right now.

“No?“ Ozzie asked while putting a little more soap onto his hands to get his shoulders, the top of his thighs, his tail and his butt, whichwas wriggling into the touch. „I mean, if you want you can have a nap, but if you don‘t want, I can definitely help you stay awake.“

Fizz grinned slowly. “Hmmm yes daddy, please help?“

The bull head gave him another kiss on the forehead while the main head‘s tongue slipped into Fizz‘ mouth for a moment, then the soap-slick hand was on his cock and Fizz had to do his best not to bite down. Instead he sucked on Ozzie‘s tongue, then opened his mouth a little wider and let Ozzie go nuts in there while Ozzie gave his dick, balls and taint the most thorough cleaning they‘d had in a while. His middle finger crept between Fizz‘ butt cheeks and rubbed soap from his hole up to the spot right under his tail, which somehow made him squirm even worse than the thumb that was still rubbing up and down his cock.

He had to pull away from the wet, sloppy kiss to groan: “Fuck, Ozzie, your fingers are fucking magic…“

A soapy pinky slipped into Fizz hole. He was so relaxed because of both Ozzie‘s hands and the brownies that it slipped in pretty easily, even without any of Ozzie‘s magic lube. It didn‘t go far and it felt a little weird, the way it rubbed around to clean him as well inside as outside, but it was also a very obvious sign that they were getting closer to the main event.

Ozzie kissed his lips one more time when his pinkie slipped out again. “Want me to get the little tube, baby?“

It was silly, but Fizz could still feel himself blush. There was an enema attachment built into the custom shower, because even though Ozzie really didn‘t care about the biological realities of butt sex, Fizz very much did. But it was still always humiliating to do this with somebody else around…

Fizz quickly did some math in his head, then he shook it. „I didn‘t have breakfast and I only ate like four hours ago. Should be fine.“

“Why didn‘t you eat—“

Fizz put a finger to Ozzie‘s lips before he could finish that sentence. “Shhh, no bitching about my eating habits now, okay? I‘m all squeaky clean and one thousand percent ready to get that dick in me. You can make me have a salad or some shit once you pureed my insides with that royal immersion blender of yours, yes?“

Ozzie rolled his eyes, and suddenly the water started again and hit his skin hot and tingly, taking the soap with it as it sluiced down the both of them.

“What if I I‘m the one who‘s hungry right now, baby? You‘re not gonna stop daddy from having a snack, right?“

Fizz wasn’t fast enough in the noggin to immediately get where Ozzie was going with this, but he got with the program when Ozzie put his hands on his thighs again to lift him up to his face. He retracted his legs and then wrapped them around Ozzie‘s neck where his two side heads could nibble and smooch all over them while Ozzie‘s main mouth descends on Fizz‘ ass.

Ozzie‘s tongue was no less magical than his fingers. His thumbs were spreading Fizz‘ cheeks apart, so that Ozzie had the best possible access. The slight magical effect of his saliva – which Fizz hadn‘t really felt all that much when they had been kissing, since he was already pretty buzzed – made the sensitive skin around his hole tingle and his muscles relax even more. The warm water was still coming from the ceiling and from the sides, and it was nearly too much – too much touch, too much heat, too much tingling sensation that set his spine on fire like a badly insulated electrical mainline. Too much, but not enough for him to cum, and so he just quaked and whimpered his way through Ozzie rimming the life out of him until he just couldn‘t keep down the sob that‘d been building in his chest anymore.

Ozzie‘s tongue stopped, and he nuzzled against Fizz‘ crotch for a moment before he looked up at him. Two of his fingers rubbed soothingly at his lower back.

“You okay there, baby?“

Fizz dug his hands into Ozzie‘s fluff, as if he could hold on to his self-control that way.

“I‘m not gonna be okay much longer if you don‘t fuck me soon, Ozzie…“

Ozzie huffed a laugh against Fizz‘ painfully hard dick. The water stopped, and Ozzie kissed up Fizz‘ belly, chest, collarbone, before he gently moved him until he was sitting on his shoulder, holding onto his fluff as Ozzie got up to exit the shower.

[cttncndi]

              ❏    ・𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 ﹗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 ✎. . .      ◜ ♡ ◝       :      【 ピンク 】﹗﹗  ❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          · ·      ───────────────         𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀          ⸝⸝          ✿

Below the cut is a profile for an original HELLUVA BOSS/HAZBIN HOTEL character! There may be adult and triggering themes within her history and character description, so please take care of yourself and proceed at your own discretion. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 3/13/2024

❏ character chart ﹗﹗

full name gabriella name pronunciation gey-bree-el-uh nicknames gabi , gabs, gg, && bee reason for nicknames mostly just affectionate shortenings of her name!

birthdate October 23. star sign Scorpio ( sun ) | Aquarius ( moon )

As an individual with a Scorpio Sun Aquarius Moon, you are much more extraverted and congenial than your fellow Scorpios, you have a strong need for the company of people, and an active and varied social life is necessary for your emotional health—if no other reason than to have an outlet for your sometimes outrageous opinion. As you crave an audience with a Scorpio Sun Aquarius Moon, you usually choose a partner who is an ardent fan of yours. It is vital that you be flattered and admired, and when the admiration and applause begin to wane, so does your interest. Try to be a little less self-centered in love. Like all Scorpios, you are highly sexed, and with your Aquarius Moon, you are often drawn to the experimental in your love life.

birthplace greed ring, mint city current residence ❝ that's top secret information, cuties ~ ❤ ❞

sexuality pansexual ; demiromantic

Gabs is an induvial who can separate sex and feelings! The two rarely mingle for her, as she can enjoy being physical with someone without connecting it to something more profound. Hell, sometimes you don't even really need to like someone to want to have sex with them. But Satan help you if she starts catching feelings.

pronouns she / her occupation OnlyFangs / sinfluencer

❏ physical appearance ﹗﹗

age twenty-five

weight -- height 4'5'' ↳ However, Gabriella usually wears some variation of heeled or pumped shoes, which gives the illusion that she is somewhere closer to 4'8'' to 4’10’’. But it's all a ruse. Don't let her fool you.

body type pear! ↳ Our girl is very bottom heavy, small chest with wider hips and thighs.

face shape heart distinguishing features heart-shaped eyebrows, white hair ( not uncommon just a bit rare for female imps ) && canines that sit visible on the corners of her lips even if her lips are closed.

hair color white, puffy && curly most often worn in two large puffs decorated with bows, ribbons, or hair clips. eye color yellow Sclera with pinky/red iris'

tattoos womb tattoo ( you bet your ass imma draw that shit and link it here ) piercing belly button && nipples ❏ traits of an individual ﹗﹗ who are you Gabriella is bold, charismatic, and an endless fountain of curiosity and chaos. she thrives off social interaction and almost always welcomes anyone into her company with open arms. Flirtatious by nature, this seems to be a polarizing trait of hers as some people either adore her or are highly put off, labeling her as a “ heart-breaker “ or “ sult “ because of her affectionate personality. mbti ENFP-A ENFP-A individuals tend to be more assertive and somewhat less sensitive than those of the ENFP-T persuasion. Not only are they more socially assertive, but they are more daring in general. They aren’t afraid to take risks or tackle new challenges but thrive on doing so, relishing the thrill and excitement that new enterprises can bring to their lives. They are also more apt to assume leadership positions, calling on their enthusiasm and creative vision to guide and inspire others. love languages physical touch/words of affirmation/quality time attachment styles fearful avoidant ↳ A fearful avoidant attachment style describes a person who craves closeness and support. However, they also fear it and will distance themselves from others simultaneously. enneagram type 7 with a six-wing: ' The entertainer. ' Type Sevens pursue fascinating and fun experiences as a way to distract themselves from pain. Type Sevens with a Six Wing surround themselves with happy people. They tend to project their inner turmoil onto others and often believe they are the one truly happy person in their circle. Nicknamed “The Entertainer,” 7w6es are on a serious mission to serve as the life of the party.                            fears loneliness, boredom, or being stuck                            desires to be happy && to be admired and captivating.                              strengths ability to lift the spirits of others, playful approach to getting the job done, && having a strong sense of humor.                          weaknesses scattering and spreading one's elves too thin, hidden anxiety may lead to substance abuse, may easily abandon people and pursuits in search of greener pastures song association claws - kim petras / The song "Claws" by Kim Petras explores the complex dynamics of love and obsession. The lyrics suggest a tumultuous and addictive relationship where the protagonist is deeply infatuated with someone despite the pain and power struggles involved. sacrifice - bebe rexha / The song "Sacrifice" by Bebe Rexha explores the idea of a passionate and intense relationship where the protagonist demands total commitment and devotion from their partner. The lyrics depict a strong desire to be the sole focus of their partner's attention and affection.

[amazingmsme]

i’m living for the helluva boss content you’re posting !!! may i pls request 10 & 27 with stolitz ?

These numbers must be really popular lol. I think it’s so funny how you & that anon picked the exact same numbers! Great minds think alike! It’s kinda suggestive but hey, it’s Blitzo & Stolas, can you blame me? It’s a little suggestive tho, but nothing explicit.

Stolas had been wanting to try something new for a while, but was afraid of how Blitzo would react. Would he think he was weird and mock him? Would he refuse and walk out on their little session? He doubted he would, but he couldn’t help the anxiety eating away at him.

“What’s goin’ on in that bird brain o’ yours? You’ve been unusually quiet,” Blitzo inquired. And wasn’t that just the perfect segway to talk about his feelings.

“I’ve actually been wanting to try something new…” he trailed off, tracing the pattern of his bedspread. Blitzo smirked and leaned in closer.

“It couldn’t possibly have something to do with those fuzzy cuffs I saw earlier, could it?” he purred. “I gotta say, I admire the aesthetic, even if it’s not my exact taste.”

“Yes, I know. You prefer leather. And it ties into it…”

“HA! Tie, like bondage! I get it,” Blitzo barked out a laugh at the unintentional pun. Stolas offered a tight smile. Blitzo stopped chuckling, realizing that he was serious.

“Well what is it? Go on, you can tell me,” he encouraged.

“Well alright. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but I can sure as hell try,” he assured.

“It’s just- I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, and could really use a good laugh. So I was wondering if you could- um- wow I didn’t think this would be that hard to ask,” he said nervously, a slight giggle in his voice. Blitzo’s lips quirked up and he huffed in amusement. “Couldyoutickleme?” he rushed out in one breath.

Blitzo heard him loud and clear, but couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, cupping his ear.

“I know you heard me! Don’t make me repeat it,” he whined.

“You want me to, what was it? Pickle you? Like put you in some vinegar and age you? That is fuckin’ weird,” he teased, but even as he spoke, he started cuffing him to the bed.

Stolas whined and looked away. “Blitzyyyy!” He chuckled as he straddled his waist.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, wiggling his fingers above him. He faked an attack, making the owl demon shriek. Blitzo cackled as his cheeks reddened.

“Y-you’re a horrible tease! I-I changed my mind, you don’t deserve this,” he said in a prissy voice, tugging on his arms.

“Oh no, too late to back out now. Besides, I know you love it when I’m mean,” he purred, cupping his chin. Stolas melted at the touch.

“That I do…” he agreed with a dreamy smile.

“You up for a little challenge?” he asked, mischief dancing in the imp’s eyes. A pleasant chill ran up Stolas’s spine.

“As always,” he purred.

“Good. I wonder how long you can go without laughing?” he pondered aloud. “I mean, if you can manage to stay quite during all that other stuff, this should be a piece of cake for you,” he teased.

“Ihihi don’t know… want to find out?” he invited, arching his back.

“You bet your sweet ass I do! Don’t think this means I’ll go easy on ya,” Blitzo teased with a wink. “I love watching you break.” Without further ado, he began scratching over his belly. Stolas squeezed his eyes shut, squirming side to side. A wobbly grin was plastered on his face, and he sucked his tummy in, trying to escape the tingly feeling.

Blitzo traced shapes over his feathery tummy, making him writhe around on the bed. His breath was starting to get more sporadic as he fought to stay quiet.

“I’m actually surprised you haven’t cracked yet. I know how sensitive you are,” he teased, dragging a single finger down his chest all the way to his waist line. Stolas arched his back sharply, a giggly whimper escaping. Blitzo smirked down at him, walking his fingers up his sides. Stolas was smiling brightly, clearly struggling to contain his laughter.

“What happens if I tickle you… here?” Blitzo asked, suddenly diving for his exposed pits. The floodgates broke and Stolas’s wild laughter flooded the room.

Now the real fun could begin.

[engagedlesbiansblog]

Hey may I get a matchup for hazbin hotel/helluva boss?

I’m a 23 year old queer, autistic, indigenous, two spirit who prefers males and goes by they/them and xe/xem pronouns.

I’m 5 ‘7 ft, have brown eyes, wavy brown hair, and tan skin. My face is heart shaped with acorn shaped eyes, a curvy, hourglass figure with stretch marks on my chest, hips, and belly from growth spurts/weight gain (I fondly call them my ‘lightning strikes’).

I like:

Drawing

Swimming

Sewing

The Colours Magenta, Yellow, and Cyan

Writing

Playing Video games

Cats

Robots/Aliens/Monsters

Video Essays

Baking

Dancing

I love:

READING!!! Omigosh I love to read! I can demolish a book in a week, I just love language arts.

LEARNING!!!!1!! I’m always on the lookout for new knowledge and experiences to apply in my daily life

I’m an aspiring illustrator/graphic designer/comic creator.

Personalitywise: I’m adept, intelligent, thoughtful, imaginative, creative, compassionate, and intuitive, though a little blunt and dopey.

I’m schizoaffective but have found the right cocktail of meds that allow me to function and have a good quality of life. That being said I’m not keen of being taken advantage of or manipulated and will end that shit real quick. I’m a tough cookie with a sharp tongue and I won’t hesitate to slay a bitch if need be.

I’m really attentive and warm with my friends, always finding ways to make them laugh without meaning to (I’m told it’s endearing), and encourage conversation and fun.

I’m always excited to infodump my latest hyperfixation and just as eagerly listen to others do the same. I show them all my self inserts, OCs, and writing.

With my partners (platonic, alterous, and otherwise), communication and quality time is everything! I love giving them little gifts and plan fun things to do together.

I’m also a sucker for interesting conversation.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I can’t wait to see my matchup🌈🐞

Hazbin Hotel:

Idk why but I get the feeling you would love Angel Dust. He's a fucking Chaotic ass motherfucker. Like for real 😂

Imagine this:

Y'all met by accident. You minding your own business, him not so much. Him butting into your conversation and your just like "uh excuse you mind your business"

That's how it started. You end up seeing him everywhere from then on. You didn't even know who he was till you started seeing him on the 666 news, posters, magazines etc. And then you bump into him again. Still as nosey as before.

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Angel: "hey aren't ya the person I ran into the other day?"

You: "No I'm the Genie from Aladdin and I'm here to grant you 3 wishes"

Angel: "Was that sarcasm?"

You: 'dumb, dumb as hell'

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Now how your relationship started off as was like a an enemies to lovers kind of thing. He annoyed you, you annoyed him. And the sarcasm turned to talking which turned to flirting. Enemies, to friends, to lovers kind of deal.

Helluva Boss:

Kind of the same with Angel Dust both Chaotic af.

Y'all met through Loona (I canon that y'all would be the best of friends that are like siblings. Love hate sibling rivalry.) She brought you to Imp to show you where she works and that's how Blitzo met you. Y'all (just like Angel) didn't like each other at all when you first met. The moment you walk into Imp to visit Loona you saw Blitzo and was like

Blitzo was just so confused.

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Blitzo: "oh did you miss us?"

You: "no."

Blitzo: "rude"

You:

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Honestly I can see this from being enemies to fuck buddies to lovers. One day you were insulting and being mean to each other, next y'all were making out then boom lovers.

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Loona: "oh God my best friend is now my parent"

Blitzo: "seems that way huh?"

You: "your right I am your parent now"

Loona:

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 774

924 - Words

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @profiler-in-training (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

Note - There will be some stuff written in Russian, beside it in parentheses will be the English translation. I'll write the Russian in the way it's pronounced, rather than in the proper written form. For the readers benefit of course, so you can try and pronounce the words if you'd like. ^‿^ Oh also bear in mind, I'm using google translate! So some stuff could be inaccurate... I don't actually speak Russian, but god I wanna.

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As they walked into the bullpen, Tony Ziva and Tim froze in their tracks. The sight of a beautiful young woman in her mid to late twenty's, seated at Gibbs' desk. "The boss doesn't like people sitting at his desk." Tony was the first to snap out of the confused daze. "He won't mind." The woman smiled brightly up at Tony, while he and his partners moved closer to the desk. "I wouldn't risk it." Tony chuckled almost nervously. "I would." She fired right back, her attention turning to the man she was waiting for. "(Y/n)." Gibbs smiled upon seeing her familiar face, subconsciously taking note of the large winter coat slung across her abdomen. "Hey dad." (Y/n) grinned up at him. "Dad!?" Tim Tony and Ziva exclaimed with confusion. "Godfather technology." (Y/n) clarified for Gibbs, who was still smiling fondly at her. "What are you doing here?" Gibbs asked with a small tilt of his head. "Well..." (Y/n) chuckled softly, moving her coat to reveal her heavily swollen belly. "I wanted to surprise you." She hummed as she rose from her seat, taking Gibbs' offered hand. "How long?" He asked as he sat a gentle hand upon her belly, the rest of the team watching with found smiles. "Eight months." (Y/n) smiled resting her hand over Gibbs'. "He doesn't waist time." Gibbs teased, making (Y/n).

"Moya dragotsennaya zhena." (My precious wife.) A man mused in Russian, as he approached (Y/n) kissing her temple. "Moy neveroyatnyy muzh." (My incredible husband.) (Y/n) mused back, leaning back into his chest as he moved to stand behind her. "Movsar congratulations." Gibbs shook the man's hand with a friendly smile. "Thank you Jethro." Movsar mirrored the older man's smile. "We missed you at the wedding you know." (Y/n)'s smile turned a little sad. "I'm sorry." Gibbs bowed his head, feeling guilty. "No I understand, we understand... Your team needed you..." (Y/n) grasped his hands, smiling reassuringly. "And while the wedding was beautiful, I don't think you would have been a fan of the cold." (Y/n) chuckled alongside her husband. "So you got married out in the snow?" Gibbs shook his head with a playful grin. "I was going to send you pictures through email, but then I remembered who you are." (Y/n) joked. "Then I thought about sending them through the mail... Instead we decided to come and give them to you in person. And then we found out I was pregnant, and I wanted to wait so I could really surprise you." (Y/n) handed Gibbs a photo album, that Movsar hand retrieved from her bag.

"There are also ultrasound pictures... And a USB with recordings of the baby's heartbeat... I'm sure one of your people can help you with that." (Y/n) teased with a wink. "Rasskazhi yemu samuyu vazhnuyu chast'." (Tell him the most important part.) Movsar murmured into her ear. "Konechno." (Of course.) (Y/n)'s smile brightened. "Leroy... Dad... Will you do us the honor of being the little ones godgrandfather?" (Y/n) asked with hers and Movsars hands resting on her belly, her question fully peaking the team's interest. Gibbs was silent for a minute or so, closing the photo album. "Of course." He whispered softly, his eyes the tiniest bit glossy. "(Y/n)!" Abby exclaimed in excitement, rushing to the pregnant woman's side. Abby froze however when she noticed (Y/n)'s belly, a blindingly bright smile blooming upon her face. "You're pregnant!" Abby squealed before she hugged a laughing (Y/n). "It's been too long since we've last spoken." (Y/n) mused as she pulled away from the hug, holding Movsars hand. "It has." Abby agreed catching sight of the wedding bands. "Too long." She pouted playfully. "My dear you truly are radiant." Ducky mused as he hugged (Y/n) having been following Abby. "Thank you Ducky." (Y/n) smiled pecking Duckys cheek.

"Have we met before?" Tony asked Movsar with a thoughtful frown. "Movsar Evloev." Movsar introduced himself, shaking Tony's hand with a laugh when Tony's face lit up. "Of course!" Tony chuckled. "You're a UFC fighter, still unbeaten. You're a helluva fighter." Tony gushed a bit. "Ad lyubovnika tozhe." (Hell of a lover too.) (Y/n) murmured with a giggle. "Hey I still speak Russian you know." Gibbs frowned with a small shake of his head. "Sorry." (Y/n) snickered having genuinely forgotten that he could understand her. "So how did you two meet?" Ziva asked with a smile. "Movsar saved me from a mugger a few years ago." (Y/n) leaned over, kissing her husband's cheek. "Luckiest day of my life, the mugger couldn't say the same however." She added as Movsar rest his forehead against hers, peering into her eyes lovingly. "Awe that's so cute." Abby sighed as she leaned into Duckys side, her arms wrapped snuggly around his arm. "She dislocated two knuckles punching him in the face, before I could even intervene." Movsar added as he pulled his head away from hers, instead wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders, hugging her close to his body. "That's my girl." Gibbs hummed as he sat the photo album onto his desk, handing Tim the USB. "Sure thing boss." Tim nodded with a smile, knowing exactly what he wanted. And within a few minutes the ultrasound recordings were playing from Tim's computer speakers. A smile etched upon everyone's faces.

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*I used Movsar because I'm totally in love with the man... I have such a weakness for Russians... 👀

[yeenybeanies]

For the Tiny Whumpee prompts. 14. Fleeing for their life. Any one of your robot characters and their human(oid)

come get yer WHUMP

14. Fleeing for their life

transformers ( ocs ) | bask & erickson moore

1,284 words

some mild vorish themes and mentions, but nothing present or graphic

thanks for reading!!

Erickson ran. He ran faster than he'd ever run before––faster than he knew he could run. Adrenaline was a helluva thing, especially when he was running for his life. He sprinted over the dirt and the earth, ignoring how it clung to his soaked clothing.

He'd just been barfed up by a giant robot monitor lizard.

His boss had fed him to said giant robot monitor lizard, it had barfed him up after holding him for about an hour, and now he was running for his life.

"Wait!" A voice he'd never heard before called from behind him. Erickson dared to glance back over his shoulder, but he didn't see anything but––shit! The lizard was following him! Its red eyes stared him down. What looked like a forked tongue, just as red, flicked out from between its teeth-packed jaws.

Erickson did not wait. He pushed himself to run even faster. His lungs burned, and his muscles shrieked, but he was in survival mode.

"Please––wait!" The voice called again. Erickson didn't look. He took a sharp left, figuring that to be as good a direction as any in this unfamiliar landscape. Any direction that would get the lizard off of his trail was fine by him.

Unfortunately, it did not faze the lizard any. It followed after him, trotting, rapidly catching up. Erickson could feel his heart racing, pounding against his insides much like he'd been pounding against the lizard's.

"HELP!" He yelled hoarsely. Panic cracked his voice further, making his cry sound more like a desperate squeak.

"That's what I'm trying to do, if you'd just calm down a moment––!" The strange voice was right behind him, and so was the lizard. Erickson screamed, hands over his head, and tried to duck away from its jaws. It wasn't jaws that came for him, though: it was claws. He caught sight of the lizard's clawed hand at the last moment, just before it swept his legs out from under him. He fell forward with a shout, landing hard on his front. He dared not look up, not wanting to face whatever brutal death the lizard had in store for him.

"Are you quite finished?" Erickson tensed. Who the hell was speaking? Whoever they were, they sounded exasperated. He waited for another minute at least before peeked out from his curled-up position on the ground. Seeing the lizard looming over him, staring him down with those wicked eyes, understandably, did not bring him any sort of comfort. He yelped again and buried his head back into his arms.

"Doctor... Moore, was it?"

His name? The voice knew his name? Erickson peeked out from under his arms again.

"Who's there?" He asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"Um... me?” The lizard tilted its head to the side, almost reminiscent of a puzzled dog. Its mouth didn’t move, but... the voice was definitely coming from it. “Yes, I can speak,” it said, as if sensing his confusion.

“You... you ate me!” Erickson blurted out, then immediately shrank back. His confidence had terrible timing when it came to standing up for himself. Shouting at a giant robot lizard that had already consumed him once was not the time.

The lizard, however, averted its gaze. It looked almost sheepish, if anything could be read on its face. “Er... yes. I apologize if I gave you a fright. You were never in any danger––not from me.” It sat down with a heavy thud and sighed. (Robot lizards could sigh?) “I chose not to reveal the extent of my intelligence to your people to protect myself, which turned out to be the correct course of action. If your organization––sorry, former organization––was willing to feed one of its own people to an unknown organism, I shudder to imagine what it would have done to me had it known that I am sapient.”

As the lizard spoke, Erickson slowly uncurled himself from the protective ball he’d formed. There was a lot going on. This being could speak. It (should he be calling it an “it”?) spoke with a clear intelligence, and showed emotion. It was alive. He’d suspected from the moment it was brought into his former organization’s facility that there was more to it than a mindless beast, but he hadn’t expected it to hold this much... humanity.

“Again, I apologize for startling you,” the lizard continued, “I also figured that, if you were being presented to me as something to consume, you were not on good standing with your organization, and it would be better for you if you were safely removed. Once I had you contained, I forced my way out of the enclosure and escaped.” It turned its head back to face Erickson. Being subjected to its gaze still sent chills down his spine, but he forced himself not to flinch away. “If I might ask: what prompted your former comrades to toss you into my enclosure?”

Erickson blinked and glanced down to his hands. He flexed his fingers, balling them into fists and easing them again. “I... was a whistleblower. Or I was planning to be one. Someone must have found out....”

“A... ‘whistleblower’?” The lizard settled down further onto its belly. Despite its distinctly robotic body, it moved with an uncanny fluidity and grace like that of an organic being.

“Um––I was going to snitch. I was going to report the unethical, illegal stuff that they were doing,” Erickson clarified. The lizard nodded in understanding. “Er... so, um, do you have a name? I mean––I assume you have a name....” 

The lizard perked up. “Ah! Yes, I am Bask of Altihex. I am a Cybertronian spacecraft engineer, though I, unfortunately, crash-landed on your planet.”

Cybertronian... Erickson’s jaw dropped. “You’re––wait, you’re Cybertronian?” Bask blinked, taken aback by his outburst. “You’re one of those transforming robots that turn into, like, cars and planes?” 

Bask couldn’t exactly frown, but he still somehow managed to relay the gesture. “No, I am not a vehicular Cybertronian. Cybertronians with beast modes, while uncommon, do exist.” 

Erickson was learning so much. While his fear and his discomfort with being eaten hadn’t left him just yet (as he was painfully aware that he was still covered in giant robot lizard stomach goo), his awe and curiosity were gradually taking over as the dominant feelings.

And then another feeling hit him like a train. Erickson’s blood ran cold. He smacked his hands to his head and stared down at the dirt caking his pants. “Oh my god. My family, my friends––everyone is going to think that I’m dead.”

How Bask managed to be so expressive without a human face was a mystery, but he clearly relayed a grimace. “Er... I suppose so. I’m afraid I hadn’t thought of that in the moment.”

“No, no, it’s not your fault. It’s just...” He dragged his hands down his face, only to immediately regret it. The goo and dirt were wholly unpleasant on his skin. “Eugh. And I still need to expose them. There was just... awful stuff happening in that building.”

Bask lowered his head to the ground to meet Erickson at eye level. While they were still intimidating, Erickson could now clearly see the intelligent liveliness in those red eyes. “If I can, I would like to help you. I feel like I owe it to you after giving you such a fright.” 

Of course. Erickson looked over Bask’s face, thinking. Of course! Bask was another witness. Bask had testimonials of the things done to him at the hands of the organization! (And Bask was currently his only way of getting anywhere in and out of this remote location.)

“You know what? I think you can help.”

[mauesartetc]

Hello! Quick Hazbin/Helluva related question. What are your favorite and least favorite character designs from either of these shows and why?

Ooh, fun! For Hazbin, my favorite design is Niffty, and my least favorite is Alastor.

Niffty is refreshing in that her proportions vary from the rest of the cast, and there's a nice balance in her color scheme in terms of both hue and value. In fact I mentioned here that if I didn't know better, I'd think she was the main character (which is unfortunate since she and Husk didn't have anything to do in the pilot other than be introduced. They could've been cut entirely and it wouldn't change anything of consequence).

Alastor's design just has WAY too much red, his ears don't look like deer ears, his antlers are barely there, his fangs constantly create awkward tangents with the outline of his mouth, and his fashion choices aren't consistent with the time period he's from (seriously, who the hell wore a monocle in the '30s?). I attempted to rectify that here a couple years ago. My runners-up are Husk for his overly-detailed wings, and Sir Pent for his utterly nonsensical belly eyes (he's a damn snake! Wouldn't that hurt?!).

For Helluva, my favorite’s probably Stella. I like the fact that her eyelashes are shaped like feathers, and the subtle grays and pinks work well for her. HUGE step up from her design in the pilot.

Least favorite would be the suicidal guy from Episode 4, just because he’s a generic old man who doesn’t look like he fits in this universe. Smiling Friends, maybe, but not Helluva Boss.

[bwingus]

Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

[keriwi1]

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss story ideas

So, I saw some people posting similar idea pools like this here, so, here we are. The ideas for fanfics I have, but I don’t know when or if I'm gonna make them. So basically if you see the one you like you may adopt it. This will also help me see with one you would want to see me write.

Angels of Hell series

Show me Heaven

Antoine, the son of Alastor always felt out of place in Hell. He didn’t like to sin or even misbehave. What’s more he didn’t look like any other demon he knew, with his whithe fluffy wings and soft light fur, or that shining disk floating above his head. He just knew there was something to him, they kept it a secret, but didn’t quite understand what. That was until he noticed that he resembles the weird creatures that come out of the Tartarus sky every year and decided to follow them when they exit Hell.

There he meets Uriel, a beautiful young Archangel who thinks he may have lost his memories since he doesn't know what Heaven is.

Main ship here: OC X OC

Characters: OC male, OC female, various angels oc’s, Alastor, Niffty, Deerie, Angel Dust

Genre: Romance, comedy

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The boss

After years of waiting it’s finally Annabelles turn to become the next mafia boss. But before that, she had one last thing she must do - kill her father, Angel Dust. Will she be able to do it?

So… a very important thing to know here is, Annabelle was raised by Don Henroin , who grew to love her enough to make her his heir (skipping Arachniss all together) and he taught her a lot of wrong ideas about life so is pretty much the villain of her own story. I really like Annabelle as an OC, and even have a design for her, but I don’t know if the story isn’t too dark.

Genre: Drama

Characters: Angel Dust, oc

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Pushing Daisies Au ( No title so far)

Alastor is a pie maker with quite a few secrets. First secret being - He can bring a person back to life with his touch. Thanks to this talent he brings back his old crush, Charlie who unfortunately doesn't know who killed her. Or fortunately since it was him. Oh, my… Didn't I mention Alastor's other secret was being a serial killer?

Main ship here: Charlie x Alastor

Characters: Charlie, Alastor, Mimzy, other HH/HB characters

Genre: Dark comedy

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( No title so far)

Don Henroin can have whatever he wants since he is a mafia boss, and this time he wants Vaggie. He forces her family to sell her to him as his bride, and make her live with him and his three kids, Arachniss, Angel Dust and Molly. But the young demoness starts to have feelings for his youngest son instead.

Main ship here: Angel Dust X Vaggie

Characters: Don Henroin , Vaggie, Arachniss, Angel Dust, Molly

Genre: Romance

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Verosica’s secret

When Blitzo left her, Verosica life was a mess, but she found strength to made a name out of herself. Now she is the biggest pop star in the world. When she met him again, she was fully ready to destroy him, but the old feelings came back. She also found out Blitzo adopted a daughter, no surprise, he always wanted to have kids, she was the one who didn’t. But she kept his child anyway…how will she tell him?

Main ship here: Verosica X Blitzo

Characters: Blitzo, Verosica, Millie, Moxxie, Loona, oc

Genre: Romance, comedy

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Circus Au

There's many workers in Lucifer’s grand circus. The owner's daughter, Charlie, is a belly dancer. Stolas works as a magician, “the Owl”, alongside his daughter and ' 'lovely assistant'', Octavia. Stella is a living target with a knife throwing act alongside Striker. Blitzo is a (very unhappy) clown, who wants to leave and start his own business with two other clowns Millie and Moxxie. Alastor is the animal tamer , Alastor and Spider twin are acrobats and ther is many, many more.

Stolas finds himself really unhappy with where his marriage currently is, so he starts a romance with Blitzo… and with Charlie.

Main ship here: Stolas X Blitzo, Stolas X Charlie, other ships are possibilities too, If someone would take this story concept I would be ok if they change the main ships.

Characters: various HH/HB characters

Genre: Comedy

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Romantic getaway for six

Charlie feels guilty for having romance with Stolas, but she also has no intentions to break up with him. So there's only one solution for them to feel less awkward. She organises a romantic getaway for herself, Stolas, Vaggie, Stella, Blitzo and Verosica to make them all fall in love with each other and starts a happy polyamory relationship. Things get real awkward and fast.

Main ship here: Stolas X Blitzo, Stolas X Charlie, Stolas x Stella, Charlie x Vaggie, Blitzo x Verosica, and Charlie aiming to make more

Characters: Stolas, Charlie, Vaggie, Stella, Blitzo, Verosica

Genre: Comedy

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As seen on TV

While at home, being sick and binge watching, Barbra finds a weird channel that seems to be runned by demons. Unable to turn it off, she accidentally summons one of them.

Now she is stuck with Vox in her home. And the mismatched duo is not getting along well.

Characters: OC, Vox

Genre: Comedy

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Mom? (working title)

Alasor is well known to love his mother. He won’t shut up about how much he was her favorite baby boy. Only thing is… he has no recollection of her. All of it was just a lie to cover for a lack of any memories. So one can only imagine his surprise when a doe demon comes to his doors and claims to be the mother he always dreamed about.

Characters: OC, Alastor

Genre: Mystery

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.15 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch is still dealing with the fallout of the last chapter. Like he needs anything else to happen right now?

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Read ‘First Step’ on AO3

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Read it here!

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As hot as the days were, these last, lingering sticky days of summer, the nights in Backwater tended to cool off as soon as the sun began to dip below the horizon.

It made for a good time to sit out on the back porch for a quick smoke. Usually only tobacco, Stretch didn’t have Red’s resilience when it came to getting up the next day after smoking his atom bomb version of weed. The last thing he wanted was to give the local kids their first view of an ugly hangover, he’d leave that sort of education for their parents to dole out.

Most of the time, Stretch kept it to one cigarette. His first paycheck was better than he’d expected but it was still wiser to be frugal, so he stuck with his one cig and tried not to think about how that would have pleased his brother. Blue’d been trying to get him to quit for years now and in the past months whenever his bro brought it up, his ex always chimed in with a similar opinion on it, both of them citing statistics as if they were practicing for a damned public service announcement.

Quitting his smokes was something Stretch resisted for no damn good reason other than he didn’t want to quit, thanks, sorry for him trying to adult a little around here. All the nagging did was take the joy out of it and left him smoking out of resentment rather than recreation. Cutting down to one a day was milestone he’d never managed to get to back in Ebott. Not even when the Docs told him it might help with—well.

Anyway, tonight he’d decided to indulge himself; after the day he’d had, he figured he deserved to go through a whole damn pack.

The porch light was a stark, sodium-yellow and the furniture cast strange shadows in it, bones of the true darkness that lay beyond. Stretch sprawled out on the dusty old sofa, blowing lazy smoke rings up at the overhang covering the porch and occasionally tapping ash into the rusty old Maxwell coffee can that Red kept around as an ashtray. The other skeleton had already gone inside, and the living room windows were dark, a pretty big clue that he’d probably already headed off to bed. Early for him, but, eh, Stretch figured he’d had a hell of a day, too, and his guilt over his own involvement in that sat in his chest like a lead brick.

At his feet, the dog curled up in a tight little donut of fluff and Stretch absently pet him with his bare foot, wincing as strands of hair caught in his bony joints. The dog didn’t seem to care about the little yanks and tugs, only huffed out a contented sigh, pushing demandingly into the touch.

“dunno if you deserve pats,” Stretch told him absently. He tried for something resembling stern, though he didn’t stop petting, “you weren’t being too friendly out at edge’s place.”

The dog only snorted and rolled to his side, giving Stretch access to his belly for more rubs.

Stretch hadn’t even realized Red brought the dog along at first. Not until he hauled his bike over to truck bed, still flustered over the almost-could be-kinda-a-something that his boss/landlord’s timely arrival interrupted. Before he could even start heaving the bike in, the dog popped up like a slobbery jack in the box and began attacking Stretch’s face with kisses.

“wha—stop, you shit!” Stretch sputtered, laughing and trying to fend off the dog’s eager advances. The bike was heavier than a normal one and awkward to hold, and between that and the doggy love attack, Stretch lost his grip. The handbars swung into the side of the truck and shrieked their way down in a scrape of metal against metal as it fell, the rest of it finishing off with a loud clang. Not that it did any damage; Red’s truck probably only qualified as one by a technicality, held together by vague hopes, rust, and the liberal use of miles of duct tape.

Behind Stretch, Edge spoke up, “Here, let me help.” But the moment he stepped forward, the dog’s excited wriggling screeched to a halt and morphed into stillness couched with a sudden, unexpected growl.

“woah, hey, boy,” Stretch said with surprised caution. The dog hadn’t even growled when those guys in town were trying to use him as a pinata, too scared, maybe, but Edge wasn’t a threat so why the hell—

A low, deep throated snarl came from behind Stretch and the dog yelped, ducking down into the truck bed, cowering. Stretch whipped around to stare at Edge in disbelief, okay, yeah, that one wasn’t on his bingo card for weird happenings. "did you just growl at my dog?"

Edge only looked back steadily, "You have to assert dominance."

Well, uh, that was…it did seem to work, sort of. The dog chose that moment to abandon ship, scrambling up and wriggling through the little back window that led into the cab to curl up against Red. The moment he was safe, he looked at Stretch and Edge with wounded betrayal, like he hadn’t started it, the little shit.

Good thing the dog didn’t know what the memory of that growl was doing to the inside of Stretch’s pants, (fucking rawr). The pooch would never forgive him.

“quit traumatizing mutt," Red snorted. He ruffled the dog’s ears soothingly and the pup settled, resting his chin on Red’s femur as he looked up with a mournful ‘the big kids are pickin’ on me’ expression. "c'mon, armstrong, let’s hit the road, s’getting dark."

That woke Stretch up from his dual versions of shock and unf!shock. He grunted with the effort of heaving the bike into the truck bed, mumbling a grateful ‘thank you’ when a second pair of strong hands helped out, and he really, really tried not to feel the way Edge was pressed up against his back, a line of warm moving against him as both of them settling the bike securely in. It was only when Edge stepped back and took his fatal distraction with him that something clicked.

Wait. Not the mutt, but—

Stretch stuck his head in through the open window, looking at the skeleton and his dog, who pointedly weren’t looking back. “you named the dog mutt?”

“didn’t name it anything,” Red scoffed. He scruffed the dog, whose name was totally Mutt, gently.

“technicalities won’t save you,” Stretch told him gleefully, “there was a list on the counter, you had options, and you still named the dog…dog.”

That got finally got him a look, or more precisely, a glare. “could always let you walk home.”

That was true. Stretch abandoned ribbing without even getting to pun about it and climbed hastily into the truck. The door hinge squalled when he pulled open the door, flakes of rust falling in a shower as he slammed it shut. No wonder Red didn’t drive around much if this was his primary vehicle, but in the interest of not getting kicked out, Stretch decided it would be for the best to not bring up the rubber banded pile of newspapers Red was sitting on. He definitely wasn’t gonna ask how Red was reaching the pedals.

Edge rounded the truck to Red’s side, briefly outlined in the glare of the headlights. With the remains of the sun at his back, his eye lights were stark in the growing darkness. Bright crimson glaring in at his brother as he stood next to the truck, his arms crossed over his chest. “You could always come in for coffee.”

It wasn’t a question and Red didn’t answer it. “tell the kid i said hi.”

Edge replied tartly. “Tell them yourself.”

“heh.” A strange laugh, humorless and somehow still tinged with amusement. “see ya around, bro.”

Yeah, there was some kind of story there, all right, and Stretch was the guy who waited too long at the concession stand and came into the play during Act 3.

There was only one person who might give him any answers, since two-thirds of the people involved already turned him down and it was the same guy who didn’t even give Edge a chance to say goodbye, only threw the truck into reverse and with a clumsy three-point turn that barely avoided any of the flowerbeds, they were headed back down path that led to town, out of the woods.

The ride back wasn’t exactly quiet, the bumpy road and rattling complaints of the truck took care of that. But it was wordless, for a while. Until they got closer to the main road and the bumps smoothed out a little, droning hum of tires on asphalt an invitation.

“red—” Stretch started, slowly. He wasn’t even sure what he was gonna say yet, uncertain if he really wanted any other revelations tonight. He was feeling a little epiphanied out.

Red only sighed deeply, “pretty sure you, the kid, and my bro had a helluva chat, you sure you really wanna talk to me about it now?”

No. Yes. “maybe?”

The newspapers under him made a dry shuffling sound as Red shifted his weight to change gears. “one question, kid, that’s all i got answers for. choose wisely.”

Great, now he was on an impromptu grail quest.

Stretch hesitated over his options; there were so many, how could he pick only one? Like, why didn’t Red live with Edge and Frisk, why had he refused to even go into the house, and what the hell was up with Edge being so salty about it? Hell, there were deeper question than that, if he wanted to dig. How had they gotten out of their Underground to here, what happened to Red’s leg, so many whats and wheres and whys.

A look at Red showed he was grinding his teeth, his crimson eye lights focused solely on the road and at the end of the day, there was only one question Stretch really needed an answer to tonight, for reasons he desperately didn’t want to talk about.

He ran his tongue over his teeth nervously, looking down at his hands in his lap rather than the passing blur of road in the headlights out the windshield. “you knew who i was when you first saw me here, didn’t you. edge said you watched the tv when we first came to the surface.”

The joints in his hands creaked as they went tight on the steering wheel and Red exhaled with weary slowness. “yeah, i knew.” He slanted a brief glance at Stretch, eye lights flicking between him and the road. “gave me a hell of a start, don’t mind tellin’ ya. you were busy chasin’ beer cans and didn’t notice me almost fallin’ on my ass.”

“that’s why you helped me, isn’t it, when i first came to town?” The accusation that Red was ‘adopted’ him because he looked like Edge stung, but it was true enough, wasn’t it. Someone with his kid brother’s face, someone to feed and clothe and take care of, like he couldn’t with his own bro for whatever their secret reasons were. Like he was a fucking pet, another dog, woof woof, and the care that seemed so genuine that morning felt suddenly tainted, as stifling as his own brother’s.

“heh,” Red’s mouth twisted into a sneering smile, “kid, come on.”

Stretch said nothing. He could see the neon sign from ‘The Whistling Cow’ slowly approaching, looming closer, blurring in his vision and there was no subtle way to wipe at his sockets, he could only do it quickly and hope it wasn’t noticed.

A failed hope, like most. Red made an impatient sound, loud enough that the dog sleeping his lap stirred, then he said roughly. “yeah, okay, you reminded me some of my little brother, but that ain’t why i let you stay.”

Let it go, let it go, Elsa, you don’t have anywhere else to go. “then why?”

“‘cause i like ya, that’s why!” Red snarled. His ever-present grin curled into a grimace, tight and strained, each word as sharp as one of his jagged teeth. “been rattling around alone in this old shop for awhile now. been kinda nice to have someone underfoot, since i ain’t got goddamn feet. good enough?”

“yes,” Stretch admitted, a threadbare little word. It was, helped ease some of the pained tightness surrounding his soul to know that Red wasn’t simply another person who wanted to be around him not out of friendship, but mere circumstance. He’d had plenty of that in his life and all it left him with was an empty contact list on his phone and an emptier ache in his soul.

He startled at a hand awkwardly touching his own, bony fingers briefly squeezing before they withdrew. “stretch? you and my bro ain’t nothin’ alike. c’n trust me on that much.”

“is that good or bad,” Stretch couldn’t help asking. He thought of the little borrowed room he was sleeping in at night, his part time job hawking groceries, of Edge’s home in the woods with its beautiful gardens and delicious meals.

Red shrugged. He turned the wheel, guiding the truck into a parking spot that was nearly hidden on the other side of the shop. “beats the fuck out of me, just is, and it don’t matter, anyway. don’t care what the charts and graphs and shit say, ain’t no reason to compare ya. ya ain’t the same person. you’re you and bein’ you should be good enough for anyone.”

The engine ticked slowly as it cooled and Stretch thought of the way their landlord back in Ebott kept mistaking him for Papyrus, of getting bitched at once for a window he hadn’t broken or thanked for muffins he hadn’t brought. Not anybody or nobody, only himself, at least here in Backwater. “thanks.”

“s’fine,” Red grunted. “just don’t forget i ain’t your bro.”

“oh, fuck, no,” Stretch blurted out. He winced as he realized how that sounded. “i mean, you’re more like a mom, anyway.”

“heh,” That laugh was more a little more genuine, not much, but it was something. “fuck you.”

“nah, that wasn’t in the rental agreement.”

“and thank the fucking angel for that.” With a groan of hinges and a slam of the door, Red got out of the truck, the dog at his heels. He didn’t turn back to see if Stretch was with him, only went as fast as he could, cane swishing at his side as he practically ran into the house, the screen door banging shut behind him.

Stretch followed more slowly, stopping off at the porch and that was where he stayed, thinking about having a cigarette and not at all about giving Red some time to himself after having the asshole he was trying to help question his motives, exactly like an asshole would.

Mutt hesitated, debating for a minute over choosing between them before finally decided that Stretch was the victor, and whether or not that was because he thought Stretch needed watching over more didn’t matter. Stretch appreciated the company, anyway.

That left him here, smoking and watching moths flutter suicidally close around the porch light.

Stretch dropped a used butt into the coffee can and debated lighting another. On one hand, he was starting to feel a little nauseous from so much smoking, on the other, he sort of wanted to feel nauseous. Wanted to feel something that he could name.

What was the proper term for how to feel when you were living in a weird town with alternate version of yourself and your bro, which, by the way, one out of the two has been crawling up your top ten list of spank bank partners? If there was a definition for it, it was gonna take more than a quick google search to ferret it out.

He still hadn’t decided whether or not to light another when at his feet, the dog suddenly lifted his head, ears perking up.

“what is it, boy?” Stretch leaned up on his elbow, squinting out into the darkness outside the protective ring of porch light. “if this is about a kid in a well, you can tell timmy he’ll have to wait, this is not a good time—hey!”

A threatening line of fur rose up on the dog’s back as he let out a low, deep woof, nothing like the little growl at Edge earlier. Before Stretch could grab for him, Mutt was scrambling to his feet. He leapt off the porch and ran off into the night, fuck, in the direction of the forest.

“hey, wait! no, no, no, damn it!” Stretch shoved his feet into his shoes, wincing at the friction and almost immediately tripping over the laces. “not that way!”

There was barely time to hope he didn’t break his damn leg as he chased after the dog, following the little puff of whiteness through the dark as he tried not to go facefirst into anything. It was sheer luck there weren’t many obstacles in the path; town was in the opposite direction and there was nothing much behind the shop but parched earth and dead grass. Right up until the edge of the woods where saplings rose up in clusters, little ponds of greenery that led to the ocean of trees and that was where Stretch skidded to a halt, watching helplessly as that patch of white disappeared into the darkness.

Yeah, okay, he wasn’t about to go in the woods, ignoring warnings around this place was bad for life expectancy and Stretch wasn’t the kind of guy who’d feed weird critters after midnight.

“fuck, fuck,” Stretch muttered under his breath, pacing right outside the treeline and slapping away any sapling that tried to get in his way as he wracked his brain for what the hell he could do now.

Maybe if he stood outside and shouted at the damn mutt, he’d at least have something to follow back out. He wasn’t sure there was much else he could do, the townsfolk were nice, but he didn’t think asking them out for a midnight search party for a dog would go over very well.

Overhead, the bloated circle of the moon faded in and out from behind the clouds. He didn’t even have his phone, it was still in his bag on the porch, safely beneath that splash of light that seemed so far away now. Stretch dug into his pocket for his lighter, the rasp loud over the faint rustling of leaves overhead. It flared to life and the tiny flame barely illuminating the space around him, but it was better than nothing.

“mutt?” Stretch called tentatively, then more coaxingly, “c’mon boy, come back out!” He tried a few iterations of that with increasingly sappy endearments, feeling as stupid as he had when he’d tried them on his ex. The dog responded about as well, stubbornly refusing to bow to any version of baby, sweetums, or snooky that Stretch tried.

“damn it all to hell,” Stretch cursed softly. First, he’d gotten caught nearly macking on Red’s little brother when he’d said he wouldn’t, not a broken promise but still, then he’d blunder into giving Red’s traumas a quick poke, and now he’d lost the dog that he’d only just gotten for Red. He was obviously already pretty attached to the so-named Mutt and after hearing him vague about how he’d been lonely, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

But going into the woods after him felt a hell of a lot like making a bad situation worse.

Stretch sighed heavily. Nope, better not to chance it. Maybe if he brought out a bowl of food, the dumb mutt would smell it and head for home and—wait.

…what was that? Stretch tipped his head to the side, straining to listen.

He hadn’t really even notice that soft sound at its beginning, the soft lilt of a melody winding its way through branches and leaves out of the woods, a song he almost but didn’t quite know. It was the seductive peal of a silver laugh of delight, it was the delicate caress of the wind, the chuckling burble of a cool stream pouring invitingly over smooth rocks, and the intangible caress of unearthly desires

It was the alluring sweetness of a siren, the song of a temptress calling one who was no sailor into a dry sea and doom.

His vision was cast into paleness like the bloom of the moonlight, filling him to the brim until nothing was left within but that endless song. Without a single thought of his own left crowded in amongst the tangled notes in his head taking mastery over him, Stretch took his first dazed step into the woods.

tbc

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

So Helluva Boss Episode five dropped and I decided to write. May continue this, who knows. Enjoy!(Reblog if ya enjoyed reading this! :D)

“The Harvest Moon Festival,” Skip read from his phone. “Is a festival that takes place in the circle of Wrath every year to celebrate the harvest with Prince Stolas cursing the locals with the glow of the true Harvest Moon.” Skip hummed.

“It’s a lot more than that, hon!” Millie grinned. “I can’t wait to introduce ya to my folks! They’re gonna love ya!....Maybe!...We’ll see!” Millie smiled.

Skip grimaced, pulling his legs to his chest, tail thumping against his seat anxiously. “Dad, do I have to go…?” Skip asked Blitzø anxiously.

“Now, Skip, this’ll be a fun experience for ya! You need to get out more anyway! Maybe you’ll make some new friends here!” Blitzø smiled.

Skip sighed. “Maybe even someone more than a friend~!” Blitzø winked.

“DAD!!!” Skip squeaked, discomfort evident.

“Kidding, kidding!” He chuckled.

Millie grinned excitedly as a sign came into view. “Rough and tumbleweed ranch.”. Skip chuckled to himself at the pun.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, if they made a pun like that, maybe he’d get along well with them.

...It took him all of five minutes to not feel comfortable around them. He didn’t voice this fact, that would be rude, but the mention of “An Imp is only worth a dime if he can tear the head off a beast” made him feel uncomfortable.

“Guys, come on, lighten up!” Millie smiled shakily.

“I-I can go…” Skip said shakily.

“Wait!” Millie called, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Ma, pa, meet Skip! He’s Blitzø’s adopted son!” Millie introduced.

“H-How d’ya do…?” Skip asked shakily.

“Hm. Doesn’t carry himself well.” Joe shrugged.

Skip internally cringed and curled into himself, internally screaming at himself to just run off, run away and never come back.

“I suppose y’all should meet our newest help.” Joe said. Skip tilted his head in confusion. “STRIKER!” He called, Skip jumping at the sudden volume increase.

Skip heard the sound of thundering hooves and...flames…? He immediately perked up, knowing what it was right off the bat. What he DIDN’T know, however, was the absolute SIZE of the beast.

He could only see up to around his belly without looking up. Then came a voice, Silky as high quality curtains and smooth as freshly melted butter.

“Howdy~!” He greeted.

Skip’s jaw hung loose as he took everything in.

“Is your, uh, friend okay?” Lyn asked.

“Hold on, I can check.” Millie said. “Skip? You alright, hon?” Millie asked.

The rider’s gaze drifted down to Skip. Skip now wished he could spin off into space, never to be seen again. He began nervously messing with his tail.

“Skip, huh? Nice name.” Striker smiled.

Skip processed everything for a moment, eventually snapping out of it. Oh Lucifer be merciful, he started accidentally infodumping about Hell Horses that he learned around when he was six-ish, since he took to teaching himself.

It took him about thirty minutes before he realized he was infodumping and he stopped, face heating up in embarrassment.

“Sorry, that was weird.” Skip coughed.

“Huh, never knew someone liked Hell Horses that much.” Striker chuckled.

Skip wringed his tail nervously. He internally screamed at himself. He’d embarrassed himself again, in front of everyone.

“I-I’ll go, uh...do...something away from here…” Skip trailed off, turning around.

“Shame, I was gonna see if ya wanted to pet him maybe.” Striker shrugged.

Skip’s heart skipped a beat. He’d embarrassed himself in front of everyone else, and yet he was being offered pets for a Hell Horse? “I-If you’re okay with it, s-sure!” Skip squeaked. Striker chuckled, gesturing for Skip to come closer.

Skip slowly walked over, freezing when he looked at him. “I...don’t think he likes me.” Skip gulped nervously.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Striker smiled.

“He looks like he wants to kill me.” Skip added.

“That means he likes ya!” Striker beamed. “He thinks you’re worth killing and hiding!” Striker joked.

Skip’s heart stopped. “Um...Good Horsey…?” Skip said, gently patting the tall animal.

Striker laughed. “That he is, Tiny!”

Skip slowly smiled. “He’s really soft…”

Skip’s tail slowly started swishing back and forth in happiness. “How did ya know all that about Hell Horses, Tiny?” Striker asked.

Skip froze, collecting himself quickly. “I had a, uh, Hell Horse G-I had a Hell Horse phase.” Skip corrected swiftly, smiling and hoping that Striker didn’t notice the slip-up.

Either he didn’t notice, or he did but just didn’t care. “Ah.” He nodded.

“Y’all should consider entering the pain games! It could be fun!” Lyn suggested. Skip perked up at the mention of games.

As they began to describe them, Skip lost interest and wandered off elsewhere.

(With Skip)

Skip wandered through the open fields, drifting off and spacing out and getting lost in his thoughts.

He thought over the events that had happened so far. He’d asked his dad if he could stay behind, but he ultimately got forced to go.

He embarrassed himself in front of everyone on multiple occasions.

But he met a Hell Horse, so that was good. He also met Striker. That was also good.

When Skip thought of Striker, he felt...Happy. He felt warm, fuzzy, happy, at peace, calm, almost in-he stopped himself. No. He wouldn’t let his dad be right. He refused. Even if Skip wanted to know what hugs from him felt like-no. Skip threw the thought away.

He wouldn’t.

He COULDN’T.

Love had hurt him so many times in the past, why would now be any different?

He eventually found a clearing and sat down, letting his thoughts settle.

He couldn’t let his dad be right...But why? Why was this such a bad thing?

Why did he let one bad experience dictate his view of such a widely celebrated thing?

Why did he find himself hating himself for allowing such good feelings into his heart?

Why did he not want this to be true? Why did he renounce such feelings? Why did he never want to be in a relationship ever again?

Why did he find himself so in lo-Why did he find himself so attached to Striker?

Why did he want to spend more time with Striker? Why did he want to know more about him?

Was it the Hell Horse? The thrill of finding someone else with his same interests? The potential for a new start?

The chance to find a Millie to his Moxxie? The chance to, Lucifer forbid, finally fall for someone in such a way that he would bare his soul to another party?

The fact that, despite having just met him, Skip would enjoy spending more time with Striker?

He had been so spaced out that he didn’t hear hoofsteps coming his way. “Got ‘nough room for one more?” Striker asked.

Skip nodded, still slightly spaced out.

Striker climbed down from his mount, sitting next to Skip. “Ya know, I didn’t find ya weird back there.” He sighed.

Skip snapped out of it as he realized who had sat next to him and his face heated up.

“Y’alright, Tiny?” Striker asked, half smiling at the smaller imp.

“Fi-ye-yeah, fine!” Skip chuckled shyly, wringing his tail again. “Um, uh….sorry for, uh, running away back there…” Skip apologized.

Striker scoffed, shrugging it off. “Your dad said ya have anxiety, so I don’t hold it against ya.” Striker shrugged.

Skip shuffled his feet nervously. “Still sorry, I, uh, unloaded a lot…” Skip stammered. As Skip spiralled, Striker rolled his eyes, giving the smaller imp a quick peck on the cheek, shutting him up immediately.

“Stop apologizing so dang much.” Striker smirked.

Skip’s face was now a bright crimson red and his brain was now basically tv static. Was this...what it was supposed to feel like?

Striker chuckled, leaning back. “You’re a great guy to be around, ya know?” He complimented.

Skip was now pure crimson and trying to hide in his hoodie. Lucifer, please come riding in a flying chariot pulled by flying pigs wearing togas made from clouds and take him away from this night-no, he couldn’t call it a nightmare. He...Enjoyed it.

“Thank you…~” Skip mumbled.

Striker put an arm across Skip’s shoulders. “Ain’t nothing, Tiny.” He smirked.

Skip stumbled for words, still caught off guard by the sign of affection from the farmhand. It was too good to be true. It HAD TO BE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.

His dad COULDN’T be right.

“Got anything ya wanna tell me, Tiny?” Striker asked, almost as if he could read Skip’s mind.

Skip stammered, struggling to find words to say. Skip’s heart froze as he was pulled closer to Striker. “I’m all ears, Pumpkin~” He hummed softly.

Skip struggled to find words, but was shut up as he was given another quick peck on the cheek. “You’re so easy to read, Tiny~!” Striker hummed.

“I...You...Uh….” Skip stammered.

“Sure ya don’t have anything to tell me, Tiny~?” Striker repeated.

“I….I just don’t wanna get hurt again.” Skip said nervously, breaking eye contact.

Striker hummed, tilting Skip’s chin up and making eye contact. “Come now, Tiny~! Would I ever hurtcha~?” Striker asked innocently.

Skip’s mouth flapped open and shut multiple times. He couldn’t think of any words. “I…” Skip trailed off.

Striker pulled the tiny imp into his lap, putting his head on top of Skip’s. Skip’s tail swished happily. “Called it.” Striker smiled.

“Huh?” Skip asked.

Striker smirked, rubbing Skip’s horns, earning a contented sigh from the smaller Imp. “You’re in love, huh?” Striker hummed.

“N-No!” Skip protested.

“Then why’s your face so red, Tiny~?” He hummed, sending chills down Skip’s spine.

“I...Um…” Skip stuttered.

Striker rubbed Skip on the back. “It’s okay to love people after a bad experience, ya know.”

Skip shook his head. “No. That’d mean Dad was right.” Skip objected.

Striker chuckled, Skip internally swooning at the sweet-as-honey sound. “Is that all that’s holdin’ ya back, Tiny~?”

Skip struggled to find words to say. He didn’t have to. Skip was stunned into silence as he was pulled into a kiss.

He was shocked at first, but relaxed after a few seconds.

Eventually, the two separated. “Like I said; easy~” Striker hummed. He eventually stood up, Skip following suit. “Come on, your dad’s probably worried sick.” Striker said.

Skip gulped nervously. “I-I….Don’t know how to get back...I kinda spaced out…” Skip winced.

Striker quirked an eyebrow, grabbing Skip by the sides and lifting him up.

“Huh?!” Skip squeaked in confusion.

“I’m takin’ ya with me.” Striker said, hopping on Bombproof with Skip.

“Just stay calm and you’ll be fine.” Striker instructed. Skip nodded. “Also, hold on.” Striker said.

“Wait, what-” Skip started, getting interrupted as Bombproof burst into a run, Skip barely holding on.

(With Blitzø and the others.)

“Has anyone seen Skip come back yet? I’m kinda worried about him.” Blitzø paced nervously.

“Don’t worry about it, Boss, I’m sure Skip is fine!” Millie assured.

The group’s attention was grabbed by thundering hoofsteps approaching them.

Striker came thundering into view riding Bombproof, Skip holding on tightly.

“Ya know how to halt a Hell Horse, Tiny?” Striker asked.

“Y-Yeah, kinda, but-” Skip started.

“Great! Time to test that knowledge!” Striker said, hopping off, leaving Skip in control.

Skip shrieked, quickly taking the reigns, struggling to stay on the Hell Horse, bouncing up and down at the speed he was going at.

“S-Slow down! Please!” Skip stammered.

“YOU’VE GOT THIS HONEY, JUST LIKE YOUR DADDY TAUGHT YA!!” Blitzø called happily.

“DAD!” Skip called, face heating up in embarrassment.

Skip eventually stopped Bombproof, falling off and landing on the ground. “I’ve never seen someone stop him like that. Nice job.” Striker winked.

Skip smiled shakily. Blitzø rushed over, picking up Skip in a hug and spinning around happily. “Ya did it! I’m so proud of you!” Blitzø grinned widely.

“Dad…?” Skip asked.

“Yeah?” Blitzø asked, smiling widely.

“How do you feel about me having a small crush on someone?”

“I’m sorry.” Blitzø started.

“WHAT?!?”

[strayen-fx]

My Roommate is a Demon

Minho x Reader (first person POV)

Genre: Fluff, Humor? I srsly dunno how to classify this 🤣

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: What is this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Sorry for being M.I.A this past week  ㅠㅠ

I wasn’t expecting a visitor at such an ungodly hour of the day. More importantly, I wasn’t expecting to see a demon chilling on my couch while petting my cat at two in the morning.

It was supposed to be a simple hangout over Netflix and fastfood, but Changbin insisted that we deserve a more “interesting” Friday night. Apparently, he stumbled upon a bunch of summoning spells in the internet, and he was more than excited to try them out. His enthusiasm won over our protests, and we spent the night over black candles and weird symbols he had copied from god-knows-where.

“Why exactly are we summoning a ghost?” Chan asked, obviously skeptic about the whole thing.

“Binnie hyung just wants to scare himself,” Jisung said. I noted, though, that his hands were shaking uncontrollably as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Changbin rolled his eyes. “We aren’t summoning a ghost, you folks. We are summoning a demon who could grant our wishes.”

“Like a genie,” Chan remarked sarcastically.

I sat on the couch beside Doongie, my one-year-old cat, who was busy licking his fur. “Why exactly are we doing it in my house?” I grunted.

Changbin grinned. “Because you, my friend, have the biggest stash of chips among the four of us. That is the number one requirement for the summoning to work.”

Chan paused from downing a bottle of Mountain Dew. “Oh. It’s not because of Soonie, then.”

Soonie, who was sitting comfortably on the TV stand, hissed in response. He is my three-year-old cat, and Chan is pretty much convinced that he is a spawn of Satan. (He actually typed a whole three-page essay to prove this hypothesis, but that’s beside the point.)

Jisung chuckled. “Chill, hyung. Soonie didn’t mean to spill coffee over your research paper.”

Chan groaned. “Oh, I’m sure as hell he did. He hates me – he thinks I’m stealing his master right under his nose.”

Soonie seemed to have understood that we were talking about him. He stared Chan down for a good three seconds before walking out with his nose in the air, heading towards my room. (I sometimes agree with Chan – maybe my cat is a spawn of that fiery land deep down. I mean, look at the sass. He’s gonna make Hades proud.)

Unfazed by our cat conversation, Changbin took the lead and settled himself on the center of the room. The rest of us followed begrudgingly, forming a semi-circle around a bunch of papers carelessly drawn with symbols and letters.

I knew with utmost certainty that the whole summoning was going to flop, but I wasn’t going to tell Changbin that.

We sat in silence, inhaling smoke from burning candles. We turned the lights off to complete the creepy vibe, which resulted to me having a papercut while arranging the “summoning circle” that we hastily made. Changbin was confidently muttering in Latin (or at least I thought it was Latin – it sounded gibberish to me, actually). After a few minutes of half-rapping and half-singing, he immediately gave up. He kicked the papers scattered on the floor, stood up and grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Tonight isn’t the night. We don’t have enough moon energy,” he declared.

I know not what “moon energy” was, and I was far from interested. I moved to turn the television on, not hiding the sense of relief that washed over me. Finally – the night could finally go as how it was initially planned.

Boy, was I wrong.

After a couple movies and a tower of pizza boxes, my friends finally called it a day. They were living together in a studio complex just a block away from mine; there had been no problem in getting home late for them. We bid some quick good nights, and they were off.

I locked the door after they left. I was more than prepared to plop down my couch and enjoy my moment of peace and solitude, when I suddenly heard my cat purr.

Doongie doesn’t purr unless I’m petting him.

When I turned to my couch, someone was sitting there – and he was rubbing Doongie’s belly while sitting comfortably as if he was lounging at his own home. I almost threw the phone I was holding.

“Wha- WHO ARE YOU?!?!?”

The young man winced in protest as if it was I who disturbed his peaceful night. “Good evening to you, too. As much as I would want to have an, uhh, enthusiastic conversation, I would rather not wake up your whole neighborhood.”

“Excuse m-”

“And to answer your question,” he continued, “my name is Lee Minho. I’m an intern from the ninth division of Hades Eastern Labor Line. Next time, please make sure you’d call our line during business hours. While I love receiving overtime pay, my boss clearly hates giving them, and I’m done with tolerating his hot-headed ass.”

The man – Minho – gave me a soulless, obviously forced smile. He looked pale, I noticed. His long black hair was falling over his forehead, almost covering his eyes. He was wearing a baggy black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, matched with white rubber shoes and black socks. He looked young – I think he’s just around my age. His eyes looked perennially bored, as if being in my apartment was the last thing he wanted to do in his life.

Which bring us to the most pressing question of all time: WHAT IS HE DOING IN MY HOUSE?!

“Excuse me, but who are you again?”

He rolled his eyes, not even hiding the annoyance on his face. “The moment you rang that line, I immediately knew I didn’t like you. I’m Lee Minho, stupid-face. From the–”

“Ninth division of whatever-bbibbidiboo,” I said, cutting him off. “But who are you to barge into my house unannounced?! Who are you to stain my carpet with your filthy unwashed shoes?! How did you get in in the first place?! Who are you and why does my pet rub against you like you’re his owner?!?!?!?”

He was staring me down, and I swear I saw a flicker of fire on his eyes. Like, literal fire. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust.

“I’d tell you to go to hell, but I work there and I don’t want to see you everyday, so that’s totally out of the question,” Minho said flatly. “You called our hotline a few hours ago. That’s why I’m here. Believe me, I’d love to be anywhere else but your filthy apartment.”

I shook my head. I’m not drunk, am I? Last time I checked, soda doesn’t contain alcohol or any similar substance that could make me hallucinate stuff. “I’m sure as hell I didn’t call you.”

He rolled his eyes once more. “Well, hell is saying otherwise. Even Doongie here knows that you called me earlier.”

“… Are you crazy?”

Minho closed his eyes in an attempt to control his anger. “Please, human. I am tired. Just say your wish so I could leave, then we can live our separate lives in peace.”

It took me a whole minute before I finally realized what Minho was actually on about.

“Wait. You mean… the summoning worked? It actually worked?”

“Actually, it didn’t.” Minho continued petting Doongie, who purred contentedly in return. “My boss sent me instead, because who can summon a real demon with that half-assed incantation? I can point out about a hundred flaws in your ‘summoning circle,’ if you can even call it that, and another hundred flaws on the pronunciation of the chant. Plus, who draws the circle on a cheap bond paper? Don’t you have class?”

I tried to ignore the fact that he was outright dissing me. Well, he was dissing Changbin, actually. “If the summoning failed… then why are you here?”

Minho rolled his eyes for the nth time. “Like I’ve said, I’m just an intern.”

“So… you’re not a demon?”

“I’m half-demon.” Minho stifled a yawn. “But I’ll soon be a full-fledged one, once I’ve been summoned a thousand times and fulfilled a thousand wishes from mortals like you. Hence, like I have said a hundred times now, just get on with your bloody evil wish already.”

I took a seat on the couch opposite Minho, trying to compose myself. A demon intern was sent into my house because a real demon can’t be bothered by our half-assed summoning? A demon? In my house? At the dead of night? Tell me about it. “If you’re really what you’re claiming to be, you’re almost five hours late,” I noted.

“Well thank you for pointing that out, Dr. Punctual. You could just thank me – at least I decided to come despite your trashy chant,” he answered. “It was hard for me to cross the border to your world because of the trashy portal you made. Plus, there’s no enough moon energy at this trashy time of the month. You mortals could really use some research.”

I tried to ignore the fact that he used the word “trashy” thrice in less than a minute. “About that, I’m not the one who summoned you. It was my friend. You should go and grant his wish, not mine.”

Minho sniffed the air like a cat. (He actually looked like Doongie.) He crinkled his nose and sat back. “Your blood. There’s no mistake – it was your blood that was used to summon me.”

“My blood? What are you–”

The papercut. Crap.

Just then, Soonie sauntered from my room towards the living room. You should know that Soonie is one helluva irritable, choosy and aloof cat especially when it comes to strangers. I was expecting him to hiss and jump away from the demon-in-training on my couch, maybe even hide back into the safety of my bedroom.

“Another cat!” Minho exclaimed. I whipped my head towards him, and I saw him smiling a fatherly smile down at Soonie. It was weird, but I felt warmth from the stranger who barged into my house. There was a sincere look of adoration in his eyes, and if an outsider would look at him with my cats, they would probably think that Minho is their real owner and not me.

“How are you able to pet Soonie? He doesn’t usually warm up to strangers,” I asked.

Minho smiled – and it was unlike the previous mischievous grins he flashed. It was soft and pure, I had to doubt if he was really an entity training to be a full-time demon.

“I guess I should change my profession and be a cat whisperer instead,” he answered. “I rarely see cats Underground; they can’t endure the intense heat.”

What he did next surprised me – it was even more surprising than the moment he made himself appear in my house out of nowhere:

He lied down on my couch, nuzzling Soonie and Doongie into his arms.

“Since you don’t have a wish for me to do anyway,” Minho said, “let me stay in your house for a bit. If you have two adorable cats roaming around your household, then I guess you’re not as intolerable as I initially thought you would be.”

I stared at him for a good minute. Then: “What?”

“Do you have leftover pizza? I’m starving.” He grinned at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m looking forward to living with you… roommate.”

He’s inviting himself as my roommate just because I have two cats?!?!?!?

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A/N: Should I make a part two? What do you guys think?PART TWO IS NOW UP 💙