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Francesco slapped a dark feathery hand away from his Orange Jello. Cubed Jello at that. Glaring at his fiancé who was literally on the edge of his seat staring at the gelatinous treat.

"My Jello." Francesco said.

"I'll give you this Greedorolli bar." Harry offered a chocolate bar with nougat and salted caramel inside. "Salty, caramely sweet nougaty goodness."

"Hmmm." Francesco said in thought at the tempting candy bar. "Deal." He presented Harry the orange jello and Harry gave him the chocolate bar themed around one of his favorite uncles.

"Mmm." Harry said taking the spoon offered.

"How is the patient doing?" Zepar walked in wheeling Stolas to visit.

"Papa. Lord Stolas." Francesco said before taking a bite of the candy bar. "We where just swapping sweets."

"I won." Harry said as he slurped a orange jello cube into his mouth. "Mmm."

Stolas remembered various incidents with Harry growing up and scheming to get ahold of others Jello. It was one of his favorite treats, especially homemade. The memory of Octavia pouring as baby Harry slurped her jello away made him smile.

"The doctors have cleared us to go home." Stolas told Harry. "But we will need care while we recover."

"I can help with that." Harry said confidently as he brought another delicious orange cube to his beak to slurp away.

"Are you sure? You have your job at IMP now and I don't want to be a bother."

"Dad it's fine, I can work from home. Besides Boxleys taking a vacation with Aunt Barbie for next week so you need someone to take care you you."

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Harry put down some paperwork to go to the Master Bedroom of the palace.

"Yes Dad?" Harry asked.

"Some tea please?" Stolas asked. "Pain killers too." He winced as he sat up.

Harry dutifully boiled water on the stove. Also making a simple grilled cheese as it was lunch time.

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"Yes Dad?" Harry opened a quick portal to his dads room as he was cooking. "Just making lunch."

"Oh good." Stolas said. "I was getting hungry."

"Bacon Grilled Cheese sound good?" Harry asked showing Stolas sizzling bacon on the stove. "On Texas toast." He added.

Yes Harry can cook. You think he didn't learn from Boxley growing up? He may be royalty but he's not helpless. Octavia can cook herself some small things too.

"Excellent, carry on then." Stolas said before closing the portal himself and turning on Hella Novella.

"Why?! Why won't you love me Alejandro?!" An imp woman pleaded with her lover off screen.

"That's a mood Gabriella." Stolas said taking a bite of his sandwhich.

Harry turned off his dads wall mounted TV.

"Anything interesting in the paperwork today?" Stolas asked as they ate together in the Master Bedroom. Boxley would thrash them both if he knew. The one time they tried food play with Blitzy, Boxley had to clean chocolate syrup, strawberry and whipped cream stains out of Stolas' expensive silk sheets for months. Eventually leading to simply throwing them out for new ones.

"Just a few new clients. But also an odd request, someone wants me to retrieve an artifact from their tomb in a remote English village." Harry told his father. "Here." He showed Stolas the form describing the work.

"Odd, is it a magical artifact? The paperwork isn't that clear." Stolas asked as he read the application.

"I'll get that info when I interview the client on Monday." Harry said. "Anything else before I get back to work?"

Stolas hmmmd "A thermos of soda?He asked. "I have my Hella Novellas I'm good for the afternoon."

Harry brought his dad a thermos full of ice and sinners blood cola.

"Thank you son." He said.

Harry smiled and gave his dad his afternoon pills before leaving for his temp office.

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Harry paused. He was on a roll with paperwork, maybe if he just ignored...

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Harry sighed and put his pen in the ink jar.

"Yes dad?" He asked dutifully as he walked in.

"Bathroom?" Stolas asked.

Harry brought his wheelchair over and helped his lanky dad get in before pushing him into the bathroom.

"I can handle it from here." Stolas reassured Harry.

"You sure dad? I'm happy to help." Harry said.

"Promise. I'm good." Stolas showed Harry by helping himself up by holding onto the wheelchair. And the toilet chair provided by the hospital.

"All right." Harry said. Just call me when your ready." He sat in the chair in his dads room.

"Ready." Called Stolas about 10 minutes later. Harry heard the sink going.

Thank Lucifer Dads a hand washer. Harry thought as he pushed his dad back to the bed and helped him in before fluffing his pillows.

Afternoons in the palace where fairly quiet, now that Blitzo was gone. It pastimes Harry everyday to not hear his dads voice irl. Thank Lucifer for a neat little trick Professor Dumbledore taught him about pulling memories away to store them on what Harry could only describe as a magical thumb drive the wizards called Pensieves. Mostly used for storing away personal information to study later but Harry used his to store precious memories of him and his dad. Saturnalia Mornings, Birthday Parties, that memory he was surprised he still had of Octavia nearly burning him at the stake.

"Yo." Came the gruff voice of his Uncle Fizzorolli.

"Uncle Fizzy!" Harry hugged the jester imp. "What are you doing here?"

"Mandatory two week long vacay. It's in my contract." He brought up a contract with his signature with a spell. He made it vanish. "Ozzie suggested I come to Pride and help you out with Owl Dilf."

"I have everything under-"

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Harry hurriedly put his fountain pen and paperwork aside and "Coming dad!" He texted his father quickly before fleeing the room.

Raising an eye Fizzorolli followed his nephew and watched him taking down orders from Stolas who had gotten quite comfortable giving Harry orders.

"Harry, Go relax." Fizzarolli ordered.

"But."

"Ah ah ah, go relax." Fizzarolli said again.

Harry sighed and left the room."

"Fizzarolli." Stolas greeted his husbands ex/adopted brother.

"All right bird dilf what's the deal? That kid is running himself ragged for you and it never seems to be enough. You know he's doing your work too right?" The jester frowned and crossed his arms as he spoke. Turning his head to the side as he questioned the owl.

"I suppose I may have gotten a little too comfortable with my son pampering me and allowing my every whimsical notion."

"Like setting up a console in your room?"

They both looked to the VoxBoXBFB (Big Fuckin Box) the latest in VoxBox systems. Stolas was currently paused on a board game like game he was trying to learn called Age of Goetias. A game similar to 4x games in the mortal realm where the goal is to explore, expand, exploit and exterminate. Stolas found the idea fascinating. He was in this game as a character. The sinners loved to play games as Goetian demons.

"Well, after work we play games together until dinner now." Stolas said.

He was also trying to learn drift racing in a game Harry and Octavia loved to play together called Dirt Five.

"I guess that is a plus. Ozzie only plays games with me when he's not working on a new project." The imp said sadly.

"Want to play?" Stolas asked handing Fizzarolli a controller."

"Whatya got?"

"Oh we're vastly wealthy so I got a little bit of everything, fighting, racing, rpgs, board games."

"Got Settlers of Wrath?"

Harry woke with a drool bubble popping in his face. He had fallen asleep in the drawing room I. The couch.

"DAD! dad dad dad dad." Harry kept repeating as he rushed down the hallway. He threw open the door to see Fizzarolli sitting cross legged on Stolas' bed next to him holding a controller.

They had been playing Settlers of Wrath all afternoon.

"So ya see now I can build pens for all my sheep because my carpentry skill has advanced." He heard the gruff imp talking in his dads room."

"It only makes sense I suppose." Stolas said in thought.

"Ya got a great selection Stols, but ya gotta learn the basics ya don't just drop into automatation spells learning magic right?"

"Certainly not." Stolas agreed.

"Settlers of Wrath is a great way to learn the basics of 4X games." Fizz told the older man. "Just start slow and work your way up to Age of Goetias."

"Uh, hi?" Harry said.

"Harry! Everything's cool kiddo! Got your dad all taken care of meds and all. Even his physical therapist came and went while you where out."

Harry blinked. "Alright then." And went back to his office to finish his paperwork. Boxley had to bring him his supper because he had so much due to taking the afternoon off. He drank deeply from his tea cup and drained the last of his green tea.

Harry sighed as he sat back in his super comfortable desk chair. He looked over to a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice in the corner of the room.

"No." Harry said. "Not without dad Francy or Lord Zepar present.

The family realized as Stolas' heir Harry wouldn't be able to avoid drinking alcohol completely in his long lifespan, so they made a new rule, no drinking without family present or members of authority within the Ars Goetia present. Such as Uncle Ozzy.

Fizzarolli peeked in from the door. "Everything okay kiddo?"

"Juat struggling with how much I really would like a glass of champagne right now." Harry said.

"Ah." The jester said. "We'll, I'm here now so." He popped open the bottle and poured them both a glass. "Wanna play a game and relax?" He brought up a controller.

"Okay." Harry shrugged and took the jester imp to his room to bring up Age of Goetias and start a new two player two cpu match.

To be continued

filler...obviously. Harry loves his dad but if you've ever cared for a sick or recovering parent you get it.