For purposes of making things not creepy, Chaz is now 16, Harry was 12 and and Chaz 13 when they met. participating in the turf wars when they met with him being an underling of Cherri Bomb. Which will be explained in the chapter. I like Chaz's character and ex boyfriend archetype. Also things with Chaz will end a bit differently than canon. So here's an original story featuring a younger Chaz the Shark!
The Promise
"Hello IMP. You name 'em we kill 'em." Cherri said. "Your coming in? Sure I'd like to get lunch kid! See ya in ten!"
Francesco walked into reception. "Bonjurno! I'm here to take mi amore to lunch with Papa!"
"Hey Hey Party people! What is up girlfriend?" Came a familiar and very much unwelcome voice to Harry as he walked in to go to lunch with his fiancé and future father in law. He walked in to see Cherri hugging a familiar, now very tall shark demon boy.
"Chaz?!" Harry asked in shock.
"Harry?!" The shark teen said looking momentarily confused then went back to his trademarked smirking smile.
"Que?" Francesco looked to both teenagers "Che succede?" In confusion.
"You two know each other?" Cherri asked. "Chaz is one of my top enforcers on the lower west side."
"He's my Ex boyfriend." Harry said in disgust as the shark chad smirked a toothy smirk while looking the owl boy over like he was a piece of bloody meat in the water. Chaz walked over and inspected Harry walking around him.
"Your looking a bit more feathery than the last time I saw ya babe." It's a good look on you." Chaz said with a wink and finger guns.
"Ugh, come on Francy, let's just go." Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone and keys before leaving with the confused parrot.
"You two dated?" Cherri asked Chaz as they snacked on mozzarella sticks.
"Well actually-" Chaz started telling a story.
"I met him the first year he was participating in the terf wars post extermination day. He was a fledgling street fighter and I was street muscle going on 3 years for your lower east side crew at the time."
12 year old pre owl Harry brought out his mini rocket launcher labeled My Dick and fired a Pussy Destroyer missile at a rival gang crouching behind makeshift barricades.
"I saw a grenade fly over and dove to catch it and flung it back as it was headed for behind him.
"Thanks!" Harry smiled up at the new ally shark demon boy. "Wanna fire a rocket? It's really fun!" He handed a freshly loaded rocket launcher to Chaz who smirked and aimed it on with the end on his shoulder.
"Fucking sweet man where'd ya get it?" Chaz inspected the rocket launcher.
"Mamanon has a huge warehouse only the ridiculously wealthy are allowed to browse." Harry said as he loaded. "I load you fire?" He suggested.
"It was a match written in the stars I swear to Lucifer." Chaz said as he sucked a soda with a straw. "Me, the veteran turf war muscle, him a fledgling street fighter," Chaz flexed his growing muscles. "I knew he had a type with how he looked at me in awe while we fought together." Chaz and Harry stood back to back shooting down rival gang members. "Then one day-"
One day before Harry left for his second year at Hogwarts Harry took Chaz out for ice cream after their wounds had healed up from a previous street fight.
Blitzo actually supported his endeavors in street fighting with Cherri Bombs crew. Harry had been a fan of hers for years at this point. Telling his husband "It's good for him. He needs to toughen up and earn a few kills under his name if he's gonna be an assassin."
The sun was setting, Harry and Chaz where sitting on a bench in a public park in Hell listening to sinners moaning in agony chained to trees. They leaned on each other, Chaz tilted Harry's head and-"
"He was WHAT?!" Francesco shouted at Harry."
"I haven't lived a completely chaste life until now Franc." Harry said. "I didn't even know you and this was just after Strings had saved me from that bitch Striker. I have a type." The owl teen shrugged. "If it helps your a much better kisser than Chaz, he uses way too much tongue and spit, not enough technique. We used to make out in alleys after skirmishes. Then again he was only 13 at the time I could have been his first kiss too."
"He gave me this." Chaz said to Cherri. He showed her a fancy looking jeweled ring on his finger.
"What's that?"
"A promise ring." Chaz smirked. "And it's the real deal."
"A PROMISE RING?" Francesco ripped his feathers out of his head.
"I was twelve, I was smitten he was my first real boyfriend I honestly didn't think it mattered." Harry protested.
"Harry you can't make those kinds of promises as a child, this is Hell." Zepar scolded the boy as he spread butter on a delectable American southern style biscuit. "Demons take those kinds of promise's seriously you know."
"But when Dad turned me it canceled out my soul contract with the Radio Demon surely it canceled out this Promise ring too?" Harry suggested. "Oh." He remembered why the contract was legal. "Oops, probably doesn't help that I was still technically a Magical Family Lord at the time does it?"
bang bang bang bang
"Francesco please that's not dignified." Zepar said casually.
Bang bang bang bang.
Francesco kept hitting his head on the table. "My fiancé is ritardato mentale!"
"He only called you a moron" Zepar reassured Harry who had stood up suddenly, insulted. Harry sat back down to not cause any further scenes.
The restaurant patrons where staring.
"Let's calm down." Zepar suggested as Francesco glared at Harry across the table. "We need to go to Stolas about this."
"A PROMISE RING?!" Stolas shouted. "How could you be so stupid?! I did not raise you to be a stupid child and neither did Blitzy!"
Harry's eyes widened then he looked down to the side sadly.
"Oh." Stolas slammed his beak shut with his hands. He never wanted to use Blitzo's memory that way he did not want to be that kind of parent.
"Dearest can't we just take the ring back? I mean the marriage contract between Harry and Francesco is legal isn't it?" Zepar suggested.
"Actually this more has to do with my wizarding magic than my Goetian magic I don't really know enough about how magically binding this Promise ring is." Harry said. "I found it in my parents vault."
"I really need to search that vault thoroughly for any other powerful magical artifacts." Stolas scolded himself as he paced in his office wearing his official regalia. "Who is this street punk?"
"Chaz Thurman." Harry blushed. "When I started getting involved in the turf wars with Cherris crew. After keeping me from being blown to bits by a hand grenade he sort of took me under his fins and showed me the ins and outs of the turf wars. Please do keep in mind that this was just after Strings saved me from Striker so I was discovering I had a type preference in men and Chaz pretty much was that type at the time. Also I haven't seen him in a bout 3 years since that summer is assumed he died but he's just been busy climbing his way through the hierarchy of Cherri's enforcers." Harry showed Stolas a picture on his phone of him and Chaz taking a selfie. Harry was holding up a tommy gun as Chaz had his head on top of Harry's flashing his fangs dangerously. His arms wrapped around Harry.
"At least he's your own age." Stolas said with a whew.
"A year older but yeah as a Leviathan he was gonna be super taller than me and the average imp."
"We have to get that ring back." Zepar said to Stolas. "And it has to be done willingly. We can't force it or something might happen to Harry."
Stolas glared at Harry who pulled on his shirt collar nervously.
"Well now ain't this interesting." Chaz said as the shark demon tapped his fingers on the long table while a servant poured him some wine. "For once a commoner has something you blue bloods want and your not willing to just kill me to take it. I have only one question, why?" Chaz sipped his chiraz as the servant left.
"We're not sure what the after effects would be to Harry is the only reason your not dead with your jaws on display." Stolas spat back.
"Hey Bae." Chaz whistled as Harry walked in with Francesco and Zepar. "Nice digs. You never invited me home to meet the folks before. Sorry about your pops." He raised his glass.
"Thanks." Harry muttered with a blush as he sat and the same servant poured him, Zepar and Francesco wine. Francesco growled the whole time. Glaring at Chaz.
"What is it going to take for you to give the ring back and never return?" Stolas bluntly demanded. Pulling out his checkbook.
Harry actually glared at his dad for equating his relationships to a monetary value.
"You can keep your money blue blood." Chaz protested with a hand. "All I want is a date.
Francesco slapped his hands down on the table and growled angrily again.
"One date and I give the ring back, Dinner, a movie, maybe some karaoke and drinks. I know a great place over on Crimson avenue that serves virgin drinks to minors."
Stolas looked from the smirking shark teen over to Francesco and Zepar. Francesco clearly enraged by this boys mere presence in Harry's life.
"Fine. But if you touch my son inappropriately any way, your dead." The owl man glared angrily with glowing second sight eyes.
"You got it boss man." Chaz put his hands up defensively.
"Is Saturday night okay?"
"Saturday it is." Chaz agreed.
"I cannot believe Prince Stolas agreed to this." Francesco said as he paced behind Harry who was dressing in his street punk clothes he wore during turf wars. He didn't want to be seen as an Ars Goetia during the date.
"Francy relax." Harry said. "I know Chaz. He's a little flamboyant but aside from fighting turf wars he's a harmless idiot. He's nothing like you."
"EXACTLY! I don't get it! What could you have possibly seen-"
Harry grabbed Francesco and kissed him. Roughly. He nibbles on Francesco's beak and gave it a chaste peck after.
"Better?" Harry asked the parrot.
"A little." Francesco said, slightly dazed.
"It's just a date to get the ring back" Harry reminded his fiancé.
"Please just be careful and remember he is a demon."
"I know, I know. Don't make promises." Harry repeated. "See you later." Harry said as Chaz pulled up in a beaten up looking car.
Francesco watched Harry climb into the front seat of the car and they sped off.
"So, how'd this happen?" Chaz asked as he drove. Looking Harry over.
"Got bit by a super poisonous 80 foot tall snake. Dad had to blood adopt me to save me. His blood did it." Harry said as he checked his Sinstagram feed. As Chaz stopped at a red light Harry leaned over with his camera app open. Chaz flashed his trademarked smirk as Harry took a picture. "Meeting old friends!" Harry typed out. "And posted."
"Aren't you going to some magic school up on the surface now? I saw it on your Sinstagram feed."
"Yeah, that's a whole story."
"I got time. Place we're going to is downtown."
"Downtown?"
Harry awwwd at the nice Italian looking restaurant Chaz brought him to.
"How can you afford this?" Harry asked.
"Easy, Inheritance. Turns out my moms was the only heir of this wealthy Leviathan family and when they got Merced in the last Extermination day I got all their billions of Souls! I kinda wanted to surprise you." Chaz admitted with a blush.
"That's awesome that means you don't have to street fight anymore!" Harry said happily.
"Oh I still street fight. Can't let these go away and become some obese blue blood cause of my newfound wealth." Chaz flexed his arm. "Go on, I know you always loved feeling these up."
Blushing, Harry put his hands on Chaz's arm. Feeling the strength in his work. He suddenly sat back, his blush intensifying and muttered "Oh no."
Francesco and Zepar followed Chaz and Harry a bit further away. Taking their town car after they bid Stolas good evening and left his palace.
"There's no way this peasant can afford anything down this way." Francesco protested.
"Never let looks deceive Francesco." Zepar instructed his son. He watched Chaz slip what looked like a hundred souls into the shirt pocket of the valet. "Keep the change my man. Just don't mess it up any more. I see one extra scratch and your balls meet my teeth and not in the fun way."
"Yes sir." The valet said nervously as he parked Chaz's beat up car.
"My friend here will have the Lasagna Bolognese and I'll have the Fettucini carbonara and to start we'll have the wing platter for too with garlic bread." Chaz told the waiter. "And bring us a bottle of Sanguis Domine Eclipsis."
"That's Five Thousand souls a bottle." Harry protested.
"Your worth it Babe." Chaz said as the waiter poured them a glass each and left the bottle. Chaz raised his glass. Harry also raised his and they clacked together before sipping.
"This is the best wine I've ever tasted." Harry said.
"You don't have wine like this at home?"
"Papa believes in living within our means.
"How can this street punk afford Five Thousand Soul a bottle wine?!" Francesco demanded as he watched with binoculars from a table far away.
"Son please, we're keeping an eye on Harry not stalking him." Zepar said as he chomped down on a delicious piece of garlic bread, taking a sip of ten thousand Soul bottle wine.
Francesco growled angrily as Harry blushed and laughed at a story Chaz was telling while a waiter placed their food down.
"I'll stop making sex puns when you stop blushing at them." Chaz said with a smirk as he twirled fettucini on his fork as Harry cut up his lasagna bolognese.
"Their FEEDING EACH OTHER!!!" Francesco seethed in rage as The shark fed Harry a forkful of his carbonara and Harry gave Chaz a forkful of his lasagna.
Zepar leaned over and yanked the binoculars out of his hands. "Bad!" Zepar sprayed Francesco with water from a spray bottle. "Bad Francesco! We are in PUBLIC! Stop acting like a jealous little richboy psycopath. It's not a good look on you.
Francesco glared at his father as he dripped water from his chin and reluctantly cut up his steak. Making sure to separate the fat from the meat.
They went to see the latest gory horror film produced by the most famous producers of horror films in Hell. PsychoSlingingSlasher 5. A slasher series famous for its jump scares.
Francesco tapped his foot as Zepar poured that unhealthy fake butter topping all over his popcorn bucket.
"I see hand holding." Francesco glared.
"You know Harry gets scared during scary movies."
Francesco watched Harry jump in Chaz's arms during a particularly gruesome kill.
He watched Chaz smile instead of smirk and put his hand on Harry's head fondly. Harry looked away at a chainsaw death and Chaz put his other hand over Harry's other side of his head.
"Jealousy thy name is Francesco." Zepar whispered to Francesco before munching on some more pop corn and taking a swig of his nearly bucket sized soda.
Francesco growled and turned away from Harry and Chaz only to wince as a female imp was suddenly strung up by a hook to her chin.
"You put a mic on him?!" Zepar said in shock as they hid in some bushes across from a karaoke bar on Crimson Avenue.
Francesco had a pair of Bluetooth earbuds similar to mortal AirPods in his ears. "Discreetly." The green parrot teen said. "Aaah!" He took out the VoxPods. "I think he found it." Francesco looked up and Harry was at the window looking furious.
Francesco sheepishly waved from the bushes.
POP!
"Ooomph!"
Harry punched Francesco in the beak. Blood spurred from his nostril holes. Francesco tumbled back into the bushes.
"Fuck off Francesco!" Harry said angrily. The owl teen turned to go back inside.
"I have to say, he throws a good punch." Zepar said as he dabbed a handkerchief on Francesco's beak. "I approve."
Francesco sniffed as blood dribbled down slowly.
Harry blushed hard as Chaz twirled him while singing a mortal band, Breaking Benjamins' The Diary of Jane. He was certainly having a good time. Taking him back to singing along to bad rock in his dads van , Harry and Chaz going to karaoke bars for minors with other under age members of the crew that long lost summer.
Harry and Chaz where now in the park. Having finished eating ice cream cones. Sweet for Harry, meat for Chaz. They where sitting on a park bench together watching the sun set as sinners moaned in agony chained to the trees.
Harry leaned close as Chaz gently pet his face and leaned forward before remembering all he and Francesco had done together. How Francesco held his hand during his Dads funeral, their first dance at the Yule Ball, their first kiss working on Calculus problems in the library-
Harry put up his hand saying "No." calmly. "That's over." He insisted.
"Ya sure? Cause from my end it looked like we where about to do the tongue tango." Chaz said.
"Chaz, I do love you. As a friend, a colleague and an ally. I made a foolish mistake giving you that ring when I did. I'm with Francesco now." Harry said as he turned away from the shark teen.
"Are you absolutely sure babe? Cause I definitely felt the sparks flying between us all evening." Chaz held Harry's hands gently.
"The sparks are there." Harry admitted. "Wildfires actually. But I'm faithful to Franc now." The owl boy insisted. "I'm contractually obligated to marry Franc when I turn 18. But there are wildfires there with him too." Harry said with a blush thinking about Francesco dipping him during the Yule Ball. "I'll always treasure our friendship. But that's what we have to be. Just friends. Can you handle that?" The owl teen asked the shark gangster.
"Sure we can't convince Francesco to be a throuple?" Chaz asked. "I'd be down to clown in a three way to cum town."
"Throuples have to like each other and to be frank, Francesco would rather set your cock on fire right now if he could. Also, PLEASE stop the sex puns!"
Chaz laughed. "I'll stop making them when you stop blushing at them."
Harry smiled and leaned over on Chaz as they watched the Hell sun fall. "Hold on a second." Harry suddenly got up and headed for the bushes behind them.
"I told you to stop after the first time he caught you." Zepar said as Harry angrily glared down at Francesco.
Harry literally kicked Francesco in the ass several times as he ran away.
"Used to be I would flay alive anyone who attacked Francesco like that but this time I think he earned that ass kicking." Zepar said to Harry putting a hand on his shoulder in approval.
"I'll see you at home sir." Harry said putting a hand on Zepars before the cockatiel went to find Francesco and go home.
"You ready babe?" Chaz asked bringing out his keys.
Harry smiled and followed Chaz to his car.
"If ya ever need the Chazz man, ya know, for a job, for a party or just to ya know, hang out as friends, you know where to find me." Chazz leaned down and gave Harry a chaste peck on the cheek. "See ya round babe." He said as he put the ring in Harry's hand and closed it gently. Giving him his trademarked smirk and finger guns combo before leaving the palace. His teeth giving off a shimmer.
Francesco fumed as Harry blushed and fluffed out making a hooting noise.
"Francesco, I'm going to say this only once, let it go." Zepar ordered. "Your behavior this evening has appealed me. Your grounded for three months."
"What? But Father!" Francesco protested as they walked away.
"Any other Ex Beaus I should know about?" Stolas asked Harry as he put the promise ring in ring box and levitated it into a wall safe.
"No, Just Chaz." Harry promised.
"So, how did it go?" Stolas asked somewhat eagerly. Grabbing a bottle of wine with his magic and uncorking it.
"It was a magical evening." Harry said happily. "I'm happy we actually got to go on a real date. But we're better off as just friends."
"At least you know." Stolas said as he poured them both a glass of wine.
"At least we know." Harry said as he sat in a chair in front of Stolas' desk and accepted the wine.
To be continued...
So to continue the theme of Latin names wines our wine featured this chapter is Sanguis Domine Eclipsis or in English Blood Lady of the Eclipse. Another sinners blood wine.