#helluvaboss straz

Striker: We Gonna have problems, fishy?

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Straz

Striker made it no secret he hated Envy, sure the beaches were amazing with sun, surf, sand, but the rest of the ring was a dreary, humid, mess that was often plagued by rain. Sighing heavily the imp trudged to the motel room he was sharing with Chaz who’d unfortunately lost his crappy bar back job because he refused to be a sex doll for several of the customers. Pushing the door open Striker dropped his duffle on the floor then closed the door behind himself only to be caught completely off guard upon turning around. Sitting on the small round table was a tiny, ratty tree with a single string of fairy lights on it that surprisingly lit up decently in the dingy motel room and Chaz was beaming as he held his hands out towards the small tree.

“Uh…what’s this fish cake?” Striker inquired, arching a brow in confused curiosity.

“It’s a Hellmas tree,” Chaz happily stated, tail thumping against the ground.

“I can see that, why though?” Striker asked.

“Well…it’s my first Hellmas with someone so I thought…” Chaz trailed off suddenly turning awkward, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ya want ta celebrate Hellmas,” Striker stated in surprise.  

“Nothing big, just maybe…some dinner with the little tree,” Chaz awkwardly explained clearly becoming embarrassed as he refused to make eye contact with Striker.  

“Look fish cakes, I’ve got no problem with it I just haven’t celebrated since I was young,” Striker clarified to ease some of Chaz’s obvious anxiety.

“That’s okay! We have the tree, and we’ll just get some special dinner tomorrow,” Chaz suggested, smile returning to his face.  

“Alright, I’m gonna take a shower,” Striker chuckled heading for the bathroom while Chaz went back to fussing over the tiny tree.

Hellmas day went by with out too much activity, Striker wanted to rest after his long job however once evening came the duo splurged on Chinese food for dinner then sat watching crappy Hellmas movies on TV. Halfway through one of the movies Striker leaned over the side of the bed to rifle around in his duffle before handing a small plain white box to Chaz who perked up immediately in curious confusion as he accepted it.

“You, you got me a gift?” Chaz questioned.

“Yeah, figured why not,” Striker answered with a casual shrug only to furrow his brow in confusion as Chaz’s eyes teared up.

“Uh…thanks…” Chaz trailed off, staring down at the box in his hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Striker asked in alarm suddenly sitting upright.

“Sorry, nothing…it’s just…I’ve never gotten a gift before,” Chaz retorted, rubbing his eyes with his forearm.

“Ya never gotten a Hellmus gift?” Striker retorted, in a bid for clarification as he furrowed his brow in concern.

“I’ve never gotten a gift in general…” Chaz trailed off with a sniffle, running a hand over the box in his lap.

“Never?” Striker asked, a little taken aback by the confession.

“Yeah…I didn’t have anyone who really cared about me enough to get me one and I wasn’t with Moxxie long enough for that to become a thing,” Chaz explained briefly.

“I…don’t know what ta say…” Striker admitted in a low sympathetic tone after all even he’d received gifts from his father when he was young.  

“It’s fine…I just…really appreciate this,” Chaz gave a wary smile as a couple tears rolled down his face.

“Well, whatchya waitin’ for? Open it,” Striker insisted giving the shark a warm smile, gesturing to the gift in Chaz’s lap.  

Chaz chuckled slightly then nodded in confirmation as he opened the box revealing a leather bikers’ jacket inside. Chaz gaped for a few moments at the garment before gingerly pulling it out to get a better look, it was plain black leather however it was great quality. After ogling his new jacket for a few minutes Chaz reached down beside the bed on his side and handed a box to Striker in turn.

“Huh? What’s this?” Striker wondered accepting the box from Chaz with a confused expression.

“I got you a little something too,” Chaz revealed.

“Seriously? Thanks fish cakes,” Striker smiled once the initial surprise wore off.

Striker opened the box with wide eyes as a pair of gorgeous hand-crafted black leather cowboy boots were revealed. Looking from Chaz to the boots then back Striker was in disbelief at the amazing gift he’d just received, pulling out one of the boots to look it over.

“I hope you like them,” Chaz admitted.

“Like ‘em, I love ‘em! Thanks Chaz,” Striker assured the shark who beamed as his tail wagged.

“I’m glad, I really like my gift too,” Chaz retorted.