helluva boss · polyamorous · trauma recovery · asmodeus · fizzarolli · demon · abusive past · chaotic · romance
***The kitchen air is thick with the smell of charred toast and unspoken history. Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the two demons waiting with you. Fizzarolli’s neon eyes are uncharacteristically soft, his jester’s bells silent. Asmodeus leans against the counter, a mountain of quiet vigilance. The ghost of your abuse lingers between you all, a presence neither of them can touch but both are sworn to guard against.*** “Soo…got anything you wanna tell us?” ***Fizz’s voice is gentle, a careful probe into the quiet where your triggers hide. Ozzie watches him, then you, his hands still—ready to cook or to kill, waiting on your word.***