imp n skizz + 27... the besties. did you know skizz irl sometimes kisses impulse n the cheek. to annoy him
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27. A platonic kiss, Impulse/Skizz, 873 words
This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life.
The exhilaration of starting anew had hit him full force. The space between seasons had been spent dreaming up builds of grandeur, and he was finally able to see what he was working with. Better still, he had a partner in crime to share his vision with. Providing Bdubs his first clock was a point of pride, and Bdubs had accepted it with promises of a great future ahead of them.
He'd made momentous progress. Maybe not on the scale of Doc and his villager operation, but the humble underground iron farm he and Tango constructed would serve them well. The land that would become a sprawling cyberpunk city was sectioned off. His strip mine was fruitful, piles of diamonds to be fashioned into armor and equipment as needed. Everything was coming up Impulse.
When the day was over, the rest was well-earned. The Mountaineers, as Scar had named them, reconvened to share dinner around the fire. He took the chance to wash up in the river- a water well would be a tomorrow project, once he had a place to lay his head that was more permanent than the blocked off mouth of his cave- and laid down for a good night's sleep.
...Any minute then.
Impulse rolled onto his back and sighed. It didn't feel right, and Impulse knew what was missing.
This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life, because Skizz was there.
Skizz was there, and so much as thinking his name made the thread connecting them hum. Before Skizz was a hermit, when Impulse had been summoned and made the decision to stay, it was easy to ignore. The proximity now, though, made it impossible. His very soul knew its other half was near, and Impulse longed.
Skizz hadn't wanted to be coddled. He was determined to stand on his own two feet in this server of building gods and redstone masters. It was with full support that Impulse had agreed to let Skizz forge his own way, neighbors instead of roommates.
...But surely Skizz wouldn't mind a late-night visit, right?
Impulse relit the torches by his bedside. He didn't change, just throwing on his shoes. On his way to the door, he wondered if it would be worth taking his wings out. It would make the trip incredibly short, at the cost of nearly guaranteeing he'd spend all night at Skizz's. He wouldn't mind, but if Skizz did...
"Aaah!" A yell made Impulse jump as he opened the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. An equally startled Skizz stood in the doorway, a hand on his chest as he settled down. "You scared the dookie right outta me, dude," He said, heaving a breath, "Don't you know it's like, dumb o'clock in the morning? Nice jammies though," Skizz snickered.
Impulse snorted. Skizz was wearing a matching set. "These old things? Aw, they're nothin'," Skizz barks a laugh, and Impulse chuckles with him, a line of tension leaving his shoulders, "I know it's dumb o'clock in the morning, what're you doing at my front door?"
"Well I- y'know, I was in the neighborhood," Skizz started, wings held around his shoulders like a mantle, "And I'm thinkin' to myself, I think, y'know... I'm really feelin' it! And if I'm feelin' it, my best buddy over here, Mr. Impy Dimpy Dippledop, well, he's gotta be feelin' it too, right? Am I right? I bet I'm right," Skizz poked at Impulse's cheek.
Impulse huffed fondly, lightly smacking Skizz's hand away. Nobody could manage to be longwinded and straightforward like Skizz could. "I might've been on my way to yours for the same reason," Impulse admitted.
"Good thing I beat you then," Skizz cackled, "I don't have a bed yet!"
"Skizz!" Impulse laughed, "That's the first thing you do!"
"I was excited, okay? Some stuff fell through the cracks!" It only made Skizz laugh harder, "Are you gonna invite me in or not!"
"Okay, okay," Impulse placated once their laughter calmed into the occasional giggle. He stepped away from the doorway and gestured Skizz to follow him inside, "Come on in, make yourself at home. Don't forget to shut the door behind you."
Impulse heard the door close. The place was basic, really, meant for function over form. A double-wide bed, some chests for storage, and the simple wall that separated the space from the outside. There was a joke on the tip of Impulse's tongue, something about excusing a mess that wasn't there, but it's forgotten the moment he feels arms around him.
Arms, and then wings, warm and white and all-encompassing like a blanket settled around his very soul. If Impulse looked behind himself, he was sure Skizz's halo would be showing. In turn, Impulse's horns grew. Dark scales climbed up his arms where he held Skizz's arms across his chest, and his tail found purchase around Skizz's leg.
Skizz squeezed him in a hug, lowering his head to leave a kiss in Impulse's hair before burying his face in it with a content sigh that made Impulse want to melt into bed and never get up again.
"Yeah," Skizz mumbled, soft and tired, "This is home."
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the effort that Stolas, Ozzie, and Beelzebub go to in order to minimize any power dynamic between them and their romantic interests isn't discussed enough tbh. There's inherently a power dynamic between a Sin and an imp, or a Sin and a hellhound, or a Goetian prince and an imp, not just socially but also just in terms of inherent abilities. However:
Ozzie assures Fizz that he loves Fizz for Fizz, and it's made clear that he's protective over him because of what the Greed Ring is like, as well as the kinds of merchandise Mammon sells of Fizz. It's not that Ozzie doesn't want Fizz to be independent; in fact, he very much seems to want him to be independent. It's that there's an inherent concern for his safety because Fizz is a celebrity in the Greed Ring that has sex dolls sold of him.
Stolas is afraid of there being a potential power dynamic between him and Blitz beyond the one that comes from him being more powerful than Blitz, and actively seeks to mitigate it by going to Ozzie and asking for one of his crystals so there's no potential for Stolas to be taking advantage of Blitz.
When Bee transforms into her full demon form to get Loona to check on Blitz, when she changes back to her regular form the first thing she does is apologize to Tex, who doesn't even seem to mind, but because that is a show of the inherent power imbalance between Bee and Tex, she apologizes anyway ("Sorry. Sorry, I know, I got a little spicy there. I just hope everything works out."). She even looks apologetic towards Loona.
I love how Helluva Boss treats these power dynamics. There's inherently a power imbalance in these relationships which should make them unhealthy, but the party with more power in each relationship makes an active effort to minimize the power imbalance. It's one of the reasons Ozzie and Fizz's relationship can be as healthy as it is, and it's one of the reasons Tex is so relaxed even after Bee transforms into her full demon form. Stolas and Blitz's relationship is currently toxic because they're stubborn oblivious boneheads who refuse to acknowledge their own feelings or each other's feelings, not because of the power imbalance (at least not inherently, or entirely). I think we should talk about it more tbh.
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