#chaz x striker

[ayel-goetia]

I like to think that Striker's lair is literally like living in Australia, sometimes you have unexpected visitors and Striker is already used to dealing with them all...

[cyissupersilly]

My Straz brainrot may be worse than I thought-

But I mean- come on!! They’re adorable!! And they fuck with the canon storyline! What’s not to like??

[mokudeku]

[raginggrenade]

I promise ill draw adam oiled up soon just please stay with me🙏❤️

[nardomarsh]

What’s he yapping about?

[hazbinrarepairs]

Rosie x Velvette propaganda: Sillies :3

[how-to-humaning-401]

i spent a lot longer than i thought i would on this but oh well

(yeah i like this ship) ((this is a quote from something that my brain randomly decided to remember))

[helluva-ships]

You got anything for Straz shippers? (Striker/Chaz)

Not yet, sadly, I've been dying for people to give me ships before I take manners into my own claws.

- Mod Millie-Billie~

[drades-lair]

Tummy Ache

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Chaz

Rating: T

Note: This was inspired by this twitter post https://twitter.com/apparentwr1ter/status/1701249709677879766

Chaz swore the ratty rug beneath his feet was starting to form a hole with how many times he was pacing it. Striker was Six weeks overdue from his current job, a day or even a week wasn’t unusual however six weeks was highly unusual for the pale imp. Sighing heavily Chaz trudged to the bed where he curled up, tail coiled around himself like a frightened pup as he stared at the twenty unanswered texts under Striker’s name on the shark’s phone. Chaz gave a little whimper, rubbing his stomach gently as it clenched sending little pangs of pain through him. Suddenly the door to the motel opened causing a moment of panic followed by relief as Striker trudged inside, he was dirty with a few obvious minor injuries, but ultimately the imp was fine. Striker released an irritated, exhausted sigh as he shut the door behind him and toed off his boots before turning back around to Chaz.

“Howdy fish cake,” Striker greeted, tossing his duffle onto the small round wooden table, arching a brow at seeing the money he’d left Chaz for food still sitting on the tables surface.

“Welcome back, you were…gone for a long time,” Chaz smiled remaining on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest.

“Yeah, fuckers tried to screw me over with the payment forcin’ me ta chase ‘em halfway across hell,” Striker groused, digging around in his duffle till he found his med kit.

“Oh…did you get my texts?” Chaz wondered.

“Nah, sorry fishy, during the initial job they broke my phone,” Striker explained, shrugging off his jacket followed by undoing his vest.

“Okay, we’ll have to get you a new one,” Chaz chuckled softly.

“Yeah, I’ll pick one up on the way out of town,” Striker agreed, pulling his long-sleeved black shirt off. 

“I made three hundred dollars in tips at the saloon,” Chaz informed Striker with a proud little smile.

“Humph, good for Ya fish cake,” Striker chuckled softly, moving over to the small fridge in the room only to furrow his brow in confusion at seeing the same pizza that had been in there when he left.

“Hey, isn’t this the same pizza that we had before I left?” Striker inquired, standing up straight with a gesture into the fridge. Chaz immediately looked away as he coiled in on himself a little tighter, something he did when Striker called him out on something he’d tried to hide from the pale imp. Striker pulled the pizza out of the fridge to toss it in the trash on the way over to the bed where Chaz was sitting.

“What’s goin’ on fish cakes?” Striker asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing…I just…forgot the pizza was in there…” Chaz trailed off.

“Oh yeah, did Ya forget about the money on the table as well?” Striker pointed out.

“N-no…I…” Chaz stammered unable to come up with an excuse.

“When did you eat last?” Striker asked now getting a concerned tone to his voice.

“A couple…days ago…” Chaz mumbled out earning him a shocked wide-eyed expression from Striker.

“What? Ya haven’t eaten in a couple days?” Striker asked in shock.

“I…I’m sorry…” Chaz apologized under his breath, fearful that Striker was angry at him.  

“What about the last eight weeks?” Striker asked now highly concerned.

“I was eating normally for the first couple weeks but after you didn’t come back, I started only eating the free meal from work,” Chaz explained, frown settling firmly on his features.

“Isn’t that just a side like fries or somethin’?” Striker asked seeking clarification.

“Yes,” Chaz mumbled again, pulling his tail tightly around his legs.

“What the fuck…? Why haven’t Ya been eatin’?” Striker wondered; concern now thick in Striker’s tone because normally Chaz was a garburator that never stopped eating. Striker was trying hard to not scare Chaz, he wasn’t angry at the shark just extremely concerned at the odd behavior.  

“I’m sorry! Mmm,” Chaz whimpered, his hands wrapping around his stomach.

“Huh? Did Ya get hurt? Or are Ya sick?” Striker asked noticing Chaz’s action.

“N-no…” Chaz mumbled out again, laying his chin on his knees.

“Okay, look fish cake I ain’t mad but somethin’ isn’t right wit Ya now what’s goin’ on?” Striker insisted getting up to walk around the bed to the side Chaz was sitting on, placing a hand gently on Chaz’s shoulder.

“I…don’t know, it’s just something that happens every now and then. My stomach starts aching then I lose my appetite,” Chaz explained to the best of his ability, rubbing his stomach for emphasis.

“Ya…have a…stomach-ache?” Striker repeated, arching a brow in curious confusion.

“Yes…my tummy hurts,” Chaz mumbled under his breath with a small pout on his face.

“When did this start?” Striker curiously inquired, slightly amused at the childish demeanour of Chaz.   

“About a week after the two weeks you told me you’d be gone for,” Chaz explained.

“When has this happened in the past?” Striker asked, starting to piece together what was going on with Chaz.

“Well, it happened after jobs went bad or before really big jobs, sometimes it happened when I had to meet with my bosses or…” Chaz rambled for a few moments before Striker held up a hand to stop him.

“Alright, alright, I think I know what’s going on here,” Striker chuckled.

“Really?” Chaz asked taking his turn to be confused.

“Yes, those were all situations where Ya were stressed or that’s what I’m assumin’ and it sounds like Ya get a stomach-ache when Yer stressed,” Striker concluded, pushing off the bed.  

“What? Really? Makes sense I guess…” Chaz trailed off thinking through all the times he’d experienced his stomach problems.

“Now, Ya got stressed cause I didn’t come back?” Striker inquired curiously, heading over to his med kit on the wooden table.  

“M-maybe…I was afraid you weren’t coming back,” Chaz mumbled again, averting his gaze once more.

“Okay fish cakes, hang on,” Striker sighed in exasperation.

 The pale imp popped open his med kit to pull out a rubber water bottle that he carried into the bathroom for a few moments. Upon returning Striker located Chaz’s bag on the floor which he rifled through for a pair of joggers and a T-shirt that he tossed at Chaz causing them to land on the shark’s head. Chaz took the hint to change into the outfit while the pale imp rifled around in his own duffle till, he pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup. After the soup was heated and Chaz was changed Striker made swift work of tending his minor injuries then changed himself into a pair of boxers before getting onto the bed next to Chaz. Handing the water bottle to Chaz, Striker instructed the shark to put it on his stomach followed by passing over the bowl of soup for Chaz to eat. Chaz finished the soup unfortunately his stomach started cramping immediately afterwards making him whimper as he recoiled in on himself.

“Hey, easy fish cakes. Come here,” Striker gently encouraged, pulling Chaz closer till the shark was curled up next to him with his head on the pale imp’s lap. Striker grabbed the hot water bottle that Chaz had set off to the side while he ate and gingerly pushed the shark’s shirt up off his stomach till the hot water bottle could lay against Chaz’s skin. Chaz gripped Striker’s thigh as he continued to whimper through the waves of pain when Striker gently slipped his hand between the hot water bottle and Chaz’s stomach. The shark gave a hum as Striker started gently rubbing in circles providing a modicum of relief from the waves of pain rippling through Chaz’s stomach. Slowly Chaz closed his eyes eventually falling into a soft sleep with Striker continuing to rub the sharks stomach till he too fell asleep.  

[arathergrimreaper]

So...

Yes, I am aware I have a problem. Shut up and pick your poison.

@masc-ofstars Here's some more of my all over the place music taste.

[valc0]

I think they deserve to annoy each other

[ayel-goetia]

Chaz telling Striker his master plan to make money fast and easy... Only to have it end up as a confirmation of why Chaz isn't the brains of the two 💀

I saw this meme everywhere and wanted to join in, I thought it was funny lol.

Credits to the original author for the idea!

[cyissupersilly]

More Straz art!! I love these two lots, and I’m excited to update the fic soon :0

[mokudeku]

[raginggrenade]

Crying cuz chaz’s hand is half traced from my husband @half-decade-hangover I’m so sorry please forgive me for tracing our shared whiteboard doodles

[nardomarsh]

Slay Slay, mc-doodoo?

I don’t know I can’t come up with good titles brotha- anyways here so straz stuff because I’m too stupid to come up with a clever tag, but I like how it came out.