HELLUVA BOSS ONESHOTS

Context: Stolas and Blitzø were invited to stay with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli until they figured a couch-less living arrangement out.

The morning light filtered through the large windows of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli's luxurious penthouse, casting golden rays across the chaos that was their living room. Pillows were scattered across the floor from last night's failed balancing act, empty snack bowls lay forgotten on the coffee table, and a random shoe hung precariously off the chandelier.

In the kitchen, Blitzø leaned against the counter, sipping from a mug of coffee that proudly read "World's Worst Boss" in chipped letters. He was scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other absently scratched the back of his head. Beside him, Stolas sat primly at the kitchen island, delicately sipping tea, his robe neatly tied and feathers perfectly preened despite the fact that it was barely 8 a.m.

"You'd think a... well.. former.. Prince... would sleep in once in a while," Blitzø muttered, glancing at Stolas out of the corner of his eye.

"I enjoy mornings, darling," Stolas replied, smiling serenely. "It's peaceful... well, usually."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud crash came from down the hall, followed by Fizzarolli's unmistakable voice. "OZZIE! WHERE'S MY OTHER SHARK SLIPPER?"

"Check the ceiling fan, sugarplum!" Asmodeus called back lazily from the bedroom.

Blitzø snorted into his coffee. "Y'know, when you said we'd be staying with them for a 'little while,' I didn't think that meant forever."

Stolas gave him a knowing look. "They've been very generous, Blitzø. Besides, it's... entertaining, isn't it?"

Before Blitzø could respond, Fizzarolli appeared in the doorway, wearing one shark slipper and glaring at Asmodeus, who strolled in behind him looking entirely too pleased with himself. Fizz pointed accusingly. "It was on the ceiling fan! How did it even get up there?"

"Must've been magic," Asmodeus said with a wink, clearly unbothered. He leaned down and kissed Fizz's head, earning an exaggerated eye roll from the imp.

"Morning, freeloaders," Fizz said, plopping onto a chair and propping his feet up on the table. "What's on the menu today?"

Blitzø gestured vaguely toward the counter. "Coffee. That's all you're getting from me."

"Ooh, fancy." Fizzarolli grabbed a mug, filling it to the brim with coffee before dumping in a scandalous amount of sugar.

Asmodeus leaned down to whisper something into Fizz's ear, making the imp giggle loudly. Blitzø raised a brow. "Do you two ever take a break from flirting?"

"Nope," Asmodeus replied cheerfully. "Keeps things spicy!"

Stolas chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. He reached over and gently placed a hand on Blitzø's arm. "You know, darling, we could learn a thing or two from their... enthusiasm."

Blitzø gave him a side-eye. "Don't start with me, bird boy. I just got my caffeine fix."

Fizzarolli leaned forward, grinning mischievously. "Hey, Blitzy, you jealous? Want Ozzie and me to tone it down so you can keep up?"

"In your dreams, clown," Blitzø shot back, smirking.

"Alright, alright," Stolas said, lifting his tea. "Let's all enjoy a quiet morning, shall we?"

Asmodeus raised his coffee mug in a mock toast. "To another day of chaos!"

Fizz joined in with a grin. Blitzø groaned, but he couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Stolas leaned into him slightly, warmth spreading through his chest.

Chaos or not, this was home for now. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing.