#helluva boss hurt/comfort

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「More than Enough」⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; comforting their s/o, who struggles with their self-worth

◉ feat; M&M, Fizzarolli, Striker

◉ A/n- kinda been in my feelings for a few days, but it's alright. Also haven't written for Striker in a hot minute so I'm deciding to give it a try

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Moxxie and Millie also struggle with self-esteem and self-worth, so when you're feeling down, they have a good idea of what might be able to cheer you up.

Moxxie, ever the thespian, writes you a ton- and I mean a ton- of little notes, poems, and even songs- all declaring his unconditional, undying love for you and Millie. It's not generic love songs either- what Moxxie writes are the most heartfelt, sincere declarations of love you'll ever hear

Dude will also follow you around all day like a sidekick- actually. This guy takes the Hype Man position very seriously. Whenever you're talking, he stands to your side, hip jutted out and arms crossed. He's so sassy for no reason

Millie actually takes a more lowkey approach- don't get me wrong, she and Moxxie absolutely smother you with love- but Millie's lowkey nature helps balance out Moxxie's grand gestures.

Millie is pretty observant, so she's able to pick up on your subtle mood changes and habits fast. Wrapping your arms around your stomach? Millie beats you to it and has her arm around your waist. nervous fidgeting? Millie holds your hand, and gives you a reassuring smile.

Of course, they each have their own off days- sometimes y'all take a collective self-care day which is just code for you sitting on the couch, ordering food delivery and watching dumb shows; no matter the circumstance, Moxxie and Millie will always love and support you unconditionally.

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Fizzarolli knows exactly how it feels to think you're not living up to everyone's (or even your own) expectations. While Fizz knows there's no such thing as completely "getting rid of" these feelings, he will always do everything he can to reassure you.

Distractions are Fizz's specialty, so if you're feeling down, expect lots of jokes and random stories- its just his way of helping you get out of a negative mindset, even temporarily

Fizz is also the kind of partner to perform impromptu stand-up comedy acts when you're feeling down. Sit your ass on the couch with some snacks, because for the next thirty minutes, you're gonna watch Fizz attempt comedy while using a wooden spoon as a microphone.

It's funny to think Fizz knows a little bit of a bunch of different languages; wanna know what that results in? Him attempting to flirt with you in Italian or French but really just saying a bunch of random bullshit. It's the thought that counts, right?

Don't let the robotic limbs fool you- Fizz is very touchy-feely (unless you're uncomfortable with it). If you happen to be insecure about your physical apperance, Fizz is there to assure you, there's nothing to be insecure about. You're literally the most amazing being in his eyes

Fizzarolli knows how hard it can be to wrestle with your inner-critic, and that it takes a long time to unlearn the instinct of being self-critical. That's why he takes every moment he can to tell you everything you have to be proud of.

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Striker isn't one for self-doubt or insecurity. There's not much room for it in his life, so it's harder for him to empathize with what you're going through.

when Striker does take the time to understand what you're going through, he's still confused. He's more pragmatic, so when you list your insecurities, all he can think is how wrong you are

It's a bit harsh, but hey, so is he. Though, he does understand there's a lot about relationships he has yet to learn- like how to be a bit more sensitive when dealing with feelings of self-worth

at first, Striker's solution is to tell you "prove yourself wrong," but when he sees it's not the most.. effective solution, he opts to just listening, and doing his best to be a pillar of support.

Rather than rushing to fix things or immediately tell you you're wrong, Striker sits and will listen to you for hours. He won't offer unwarranted advice or try to invalidate your feelings- he just listens.

And at the end of the day, Striker knows what there is to love about you. He may not express it as openly, but Striker cares about you, and hates seeing you beat yourself up. He hopes one day, you can see yourself the way he does- perfect as you are.

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#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss headcanon #moxxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #striker helluva boss #moxxie x millie #polyam moxxie x millie x reader #moxxie x millie x reader #fizzarolli x reader #striker x reader #romantic headcanons #helluva boss hurt/comfort #writings.onthe.wall

[mild-incompetence]

I like how we don’t see Fizz completely until he has his horns covered and how Fizz also doesn’t wake up Ozzie until he has his horns covered.

That whilst he’s lying on Ozzie he is still almost completely under the cover. You can barely see the tip of his face and his arm.

But then the alarm goes off and he has hidden himself entirely under the sheet.

#helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #youtube #vivziepop #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #helluva Boss - OOPS #I need a fic about this immediately #some emotional hurt/comfort #if it gets written u have to send me a link

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Ozzie's Secret

Ozzie remembers the first time him & Fizz say "I love you" but Fizzarolli doesn't. Oh, the silly things fevers do.

(This is a chapter from a larger story on ao3 but it works okay as a standalone. ao3 link in title!)

Asmodeus missed Fizzarolli. He hated to admit it, it felt selfish to, but he did. Fizzarolli had won Mammon’s competition for a second time and he was more popular than ever. He’d been working twelve hour days with Mammon four days a week since Ozzie’s opened a few months ago. On his long days, it was easier for Fizz to stay at his apartment closer to Greed. His schedule had been packed with meetings and rehearsals and most recently, filming. The documentary that Mamm wanted was finally in production. Meanwhile, Asmodeus had been busying himself with the new FizzBots. The new telescoping arms and legs weren’t turning out to be as reliable when a computer made the decisions and not Fizzarolli, no matter how artificially intelligent. Asmodeus was seriously considering blocking Mammon’s number with the amount of calls he’d been getting from the other Sin today.

The days were so much longer without Fizzarolli to come home to.

He felt silly for finding himself missing the other, Fizz would be over tomorrow. During the other three days of the week, Fizz headlined at Ozzie’s. Working seven days a week wasn’t the most sustainable for Fizzarolli, but Asmodeus tried to make up for it by creating “conditions” for Fizz’s workplace safety. Very similar to the bills he would make for Fizz to ease the shame of caring for himself, these conditions mostly involved care tasks Fizz was expected to engage in before being allowed to perform. It was also a way to put Fizz on payroll for more than a few hours a day. That not only helped pay off his debts a bit quicker, but it also put more money in Fizz’s pocket.

The three days of the week that he got to spend with Fizz were some of his favorites. It hardly felt like work at all, it was a great reward for the other half of the week being dedicated to business. Rumors of Lust and Fizz being an item had circulated throughout tabloids ever since Fizz won Mammon’s pageant the first time, they’d been more popular since Ozzie’s opened. One tabloid had even questioned if Lust was in love. Asmodeus didn’t worry about it, rumors like this had circulated before. He was thousands of years old, time was different for him. Rumors didn’t necessarily hold the same weight. And they were just that, rumors. Lust was perfectly content to tell himself that.

Still, the days were so much longer without Fizzarolli to come home to.

Asmodeus couldn’t deny the way his heart picked up when his phone buzzed with a message from Fizz.

Froggy: You’re not in your office? TheBigO: No. Testing more designs today. Froggy: Oh! You’re in the workshop! TheBigO: No again, Fizzy. I’m in the factory. TheBigO: Wait, are you in my office? Froggy: Well not anymore. You’re not there.

Had Asmodeus gotten the day wrong? Was he working on a club day? He checked twice, it was still Thursday. Fizz wasn’t supposed to be over until tomorrow morning, tonight if Lust was lucky, but it was the middle of the day. Fizz was supposed to be rehearsing and shooting all day. If not for the documentary, then for commercials.

TheBigO: I thought you were working in Greed today. Froggy: Nope! Not anymore! ;p TheBigO: Oh? What’s the special occasion? Froggy: I’m hot! TheBigO: Well, yeah you are ;) TheBigO: But how did that get you out of work early? Froggy: Why don’t you come back and find out, Big Daddy?

Asmodeus was more than intrigued at what Fizzarolli had in store for him. This wasn’t the first time he’d surprised Ozzie with something sexy, but he didn’t usually ask Asmodeus to take time off work. Not half a day, at least. And Mammon wasn’t generally one to let his employees leave early, even his most profitable. Asmodeus was curious; excited with a hint of concern. He finished his work quickly and was quick to head back home.

The penthouse was quiet when Ozzie arrived. Fizz had said he’d left the office, he wanted Lust to come find him. Odds were good he was in the bedroom then.

“Fizz?” Asmodeus called out as he started down the hall. He wasn’t necessarily expecting a response, he definitely wasn’t expecting the jester to jump down from the ceiling and tackle him.

“Tag!” Just as quickly as Fizz had appeared, he’d run off and disappeared.

“What the…?” Ozzie mumbled to himself as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He blinked as he tried to figure out how Fizzarolli had managed to disappear down the hall quickly enough that Ozzie really didn’t know which door he could have slipped behind. “Oh, you slippery little devil….” Ozzie was grinning wickedly. So this was how it was going to be? Well, game on.

Ozzie was startled by an air horn as he turned a corner. The sound of Fizz’s laugh bounced towards the kitchen.

Fizz slipped out of a cabinet and between Ozzie’s legs as the sin checked in the cabinet above. He evaded Ozzie in the living room by sliding under the sofa and running once Lust picked it up. The library had been an adventure; Fizz had dislodged more than a few tomes and nearly knocked over a bookcase while climbing the walls. He managed to escape narrowly, nearly getting caught by his tail as he laughed down the halls. Asmodeus chased behind Fizz happily, cat and mouse was wonderful foreplay.

Fizzarolli bounced between walls and hid behind doors. Ozzie was always one step behind, but Fizz really was slippery. It wasn’t until they got to the bedroom that Asmodeus was able to pin him down.

Fizz’s laughter roared as Ozzie straddled him, pinning him to the bed with his hands above his head. He loved when Ozzie held him down like this. His body, however, was not a fan of stagnation. His laugher died out as he felt the lead weight of exhaustion fall over his body. His skin felt raw against his clothes, his muscles ached and he quickly became keenly aware of each joint that wasn’t supported. It became harder to hold the smile on his face. It was hard to catch a breath and even his eyes ached. He blinked as he focused up on the Sin pinning him down. He licked his lips. He hadn’t realized until now that both his mouth and his lips were dry. Fizz had been going non stop lately, he hadn’t had an opportunity to sit still. Now that he was forced into slowing down, he realized just how horrible he felt.

Asmodeus could see the way Fizzarolli’s demeanor changed only seconds after being pinned into place. His face fell, he had trouble keeping his eyes open. He’d been doing a lot of running, sure, but even breathing seemed to be a labor for him. As Asmodeus looked closer, he could see that Fizz was sweating, he was sure he’d find flushed skin under his foundation. Fizzarolli looked miserable.

“You’re really not feeling well, are you?”

Fizzarolli’s lip trembled as he was confronted with the question. No, he didn’t feel well, he didn’t feel well at all. The world spun as Fizz shook his head in response. He didn’t know how to get it to stop, he let out a whimper as closing his eyes didn’t seem to work. Fizz understood high pain days, but this was something different. Similar, but different enough that it threw Fizz off. He hated new symptoms, they made his anxiety skyrocket. He knew he wasn’t dying but that didn’t stop him from spiraling into thoughts of doctors and hospitals and what if his life was stripped away from him again?

“Hey, hey now.” Oz let go of Fizzarolli and moved do sit down beside him. He now understood what Fizz had meant earlier when he’d said he was hot. As Asmodeus shifted to wipe tears from Fizz’s cheeks he could feel the heat pulsing from Fizzarolli’s skin. “Babe, you’re burning up.”

The yelp that Fizzarolli gave out at Ozzie’s comment instantly made the Sin regret his word choice. It also added an additional layer of worry about the situation. Fizzarolli was very delicate right now.

“Sorry.” Asmodeus shushed. He watched with added concern as the clown curled onto his side, pulled his horns down over his eyes to block out light and wrapped his arms around himself tightly.

“I meant to say that you have a fever.”

Fizzarolli didn’t move from his position except to press the palms of his hands against his eyes to relieve some pressure. He took a few deep breaths. Breathing wasn’t hard, he was just in pain. When he lowered his palms, he peeked out from under the edge of his hat and gave Asmodeus a smile. “I told you I was hot” his tongue hissed at the other playfully. He left it sticking out. The energy he’d had just minutes ago was gone, but it was clear he was making an effort.

Even while sick, Fizzarolli was adorable. Asmodeus smiled down at him lightly. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Asmodeus returned a few minutes later with a pink first aid kit, an ice bucket without champagne but instead, a bottle of water and damp washcloths. Fizz grumbled as the bed dipped next to him. He’d gone back to closing his eyes but peeked one open as Asmodeus sat next to him.

“Alright Froggy, lets see just how hot you are.” Asmodeus pulled a thermometer out of the kit.

Fizz gave a lazy chuckle. “ ‘s that for my mouth or my ass?”

“Your mouth” Ozzie laughed. He placed a gentle hand against Fizz’s thigh. “Though, if you’d like a little probing, we can arrange for that.”

The twinge of pain that crossed Fizz’s face as Asmodeus touched his thigh was enough of an answer though. Ozzie held the thermometer out towards Fizz’s mouth and let the demon wrap his tongue around it. Ozzie tried not to worry himself too much as he waited for the thermometer to beep with its results.

Fizz’s fever was high. Concerningly high. Asmodeus was quick to press the cold cloths against Fizz’s neck and back. Fizzarolli visibly relaxed as the cold water from the cloths reminded him what it felt like to not be boiling. Asmodeus was able to relax a bit more too. He turned back to the first aid kit and looked through the medicines stored until he found a fever reducer that wouldn’t interact with Fizz’s other medications. He put two in his hand and held it out to Fizz.

Fizzarolli knew the routine. His tongue licked up Ozzie’s arm and wrist to tease him before taking the pills. He drank from the water bottle as if was offered to him then returned to resting. Hopefully these would help, and soon. Fizzarolli really hated how his clothes scratched against his skin and Ozzie’s touch burnt. Still, there was nowhere Fizzarolli would rather be right now.

He hadn’t realized how much Ozzie’s presence seemed to help settle him until Oz was getting out of bed again to put the first aid kit away. Fizzarolli pouted and stretched his hand blindly out towards the other until he reached something solid. The sound of Ozzie’s humming settled him even more. He could feel his hand being grabbed and held.

“I’m just putting the first aid kit away.” Asmodeus reassured. He returned to bed a moment later and laid down parallel to Fizzarolli. He brought Fizz’s hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss. Lust’s chest swelled as Fizzarolli’s face split into a large, lazy grin at that.

They lay like that for a while. Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli needed to rest. He hoped that the cold cloths helped, he hoped that the medicine would help. It was unsettling seeing Fizzarolli so listless. Asmodeus didn’t like that his touch hurt instead of comforted. That wasn’t common between them.

The room stayed quiet for several minutes. Asmodeus had dimmed the lights which seemed to help Fizzarolli relax more. The rain tapped lightly against the windows. Fizzarolli stirred occasionally, he was never quite comfortable enough. Finally, that was enough.. Fizzarolli pushed himself up from the bed and started wandering around the room.

“Fizz?” Asmodeus sat up along with him but he didn’t leave the bed. He watched curiously for a few moments. Fizzarolli was laughing, but Asmodeus had no idea at what. Lust climbed out of bed and started walking towards Fizzarolli to get a better read on him, but Fizzarolli saw Asmodeus’s reflection in the window averted him. His legs grew taller than Ozzie, his arms stretched over his head and Fizzarolli bridged over Asmodeus. He tried to kick over, but more or less ended up landing on his face.

Asmodeus snapped and closed his bedroom doors before Fizz could slip away from him. The clown managed to get back onto his feet by the time Ozzie had crossed the room to him.

“Fizz, come on. You’re sick. You need to rest.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Fizz’s words slurred together. He didn’t meet Ozzie’s eyes. “I was just-” Fizz yawned. He stood precariously, using his telescoping arms as support and took a few steps forward. His legs were extra noodly as he walked. “Just practicing for my act tonight!”

Asmodeus took a step along with Fizzarolli, doing his best to play defense. Lust was very worried. Fizzarolli needed to be lying down right now. “Babe, it’s Thursday.”

“Hmm?” the world spun as Fizz turned his head to face Asmodeus. He’d been feeling fine earlier, and laying down had been boring and painful. He was fine. Once the dizziness cleared, he’d be fine.

“You don’t have an act tonight. Stop practicing and get to bed!” He was exasperated, but playfully so. It didn’t matter though, Fizz didn’t really hear what Asmodeus had to say.

His head felt lighter than his body. His body didn’t actually really feel real. He tried to concentrate on the fiery blue but that was difficult. “Oz….I….I don’t….” he tried to blink, but his vision was growing blurrier. He took a step towards Ozzie, his foot didn’t feel as stable touching the ground as it should. “I feel…” He thought he could hear Asmodeus faintly, but the last thing Fizzarolli remembered thinking was how pretty Lust’s dark purple floors were.

“Fizzy!” Asmodeus was quick to catch the falling imp. He was dead weight in Ozzie’s arms.

The first thing Fizzarolli noticed as he came to was Lust’s voice.

“Yes, thank you. Thank you very much, I’ll see you soon. Yes.” Click. The next thing Fizzarolli noticed was that he was being held. If he pressed his ear up close enough to Oz’s chest he could hear his heartbeat. It was beating really fast.

Bright glassy eyes blinked up at the Sin. His hand rested against Ozzie’s chest as Fizz tried to remember how his voice worked.

“Oh!” Ozzie sounded surprised. Bull looked concerned, Ram was excited. Ozzie’s face was struck with worry, but split into a relieved grin once he caught the jester’s eyes. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Fizzarolli smiled as Ozzie did, large and content. Asmodeus was safe, Asmodeus was calm, Asmodeus was home. His fingers ran along Ozzie’s chest, tracing lazy heart patterns against it. “Hi.”

Ozzie softened. How in Hell did he manage to be so cute so fucking often? Fizz had terrified Asmodeus by passing out, but the Sin was feeling a little better now that he was awake and talking. Asmodeus was far from being calm about Fizzarolli’s condition, but he was feeling a little more stable. Ozzie bent down to rest his head against Fizz’s. “Hi.” He gave Fizzarolli a kiss on the cheek. Fizz giggled.

“We’ve got to get your fever down, Fizzy.” Asmodeus informed his clown as he started heading towards the en suite. Fizzarolli continued to giggle. That was….mildly concerning. Asmodeus reminded himself that Fizzarolli was awake and help was on the way. Conscious was better than unconscious, even if delirious.

Fizzarolli had commissioned multiple sets of horns since receiving regular paychecks, two specifically for the bath. Fizz was very sensitive about his horns, Asmodeus hadn’t gotten close to trying to look or touch them. He had no interest in it, there were plenty of other parts of Fizz he was more than happy to put his hands on. But when Fizzarolli couldn’t even really help take his clothes off, Asmodeus had to get creative with how he was going to protect the non-water proof fabric that his horns were currently made out of.

One kaiju sized condom (non-lubricated of course, in favor of fabric protection) fit the jingly horns well enough. Asmodeus had to tie a knot on the top of Fizz’s head to keep it secure, but his little laughing jester didn’t seem to mind. He managed to crack a joke or two, though they weren’t nearly as funny as Fizz seemed to think they were.

The laughing only stopped once the two of them were submerged chest deep in the large crystalline tub. Asmodeus had done his best to make sure it wasn’t too cold for Fizzarolli, but that didn’t stop Fizz from nearly ripping out a few chest feathers as he got acclimated to the temperature change.

“Breathe through it.” Asmodeus took a deep breath to model for Fizzarolli who was no longer dead weight, he was tenser than stone. “You’ll get used to it soon and then it’ll feel so good.”

With time and gentle reassurance, Fizzarolli’s body did gradually ease to the temperature of the water. He even let Asmodeus rub his back without showing signs of pain. The moment was very nearly peaceful.

“I love you, Asmodeus.” Fizzarolli hummed. His voice was lazy and soft, tired and content. It broke the silence that had predicated the past several minutes. Asmodeus didn’t know how to process what he'd just heard.

“What’d you say?” He looked down carefully at Fizzarolli, who was curled happily against Lust’s chest, eyes closed and more than content to be allowed to just lay there. Fizzarolli smiled at the question and hummed again happily.

“I love you.”

Asmodeus didn’t know how to respond at first. He’d never had those words spoken to him before. He wasn’t expecting it, he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t need to, though. Fizzarolli yawned, stretched, then continued to talk.

“I’s okay if you don’t. I don’ expect it…...it’s….it’s a lot, I know.” Fizzarolli paused. “You just….you make everything so much better.”

Fizz sounded like he was trying not to cry. The poor thing. He was delirious, certainly that’s what was happening. He was delirious and exhausted, he didn’t know what he was talking about. Asmodeus was quick to respond with reassurances. “Hey, shh. No tears, Froggy. I’ve got you.”

Lust had never said I love you before, but he was considering it.

Fizz seemed to be a bit more lucid by the time they were finished in the bath. Fizz refused to wear anything other than silk or satin pajamas today but that was no problem, they had an assortment of options to choose from. Fizzarolli also refused to be anywhere other than Lust’s arms, but just like with the pajamas, Asmodeus didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself preferring it. He was getting better at reading Fizz’s energy from afar, but Lust’s real power was in the sensation of touch. With Fizzarolli so close, he could almost feel what Fizz was.

The way Fizzarolli hid in Lust’s chest as one of Bell’s physicians came to examine him was sharp and electric. Fizz was scared. Asmodeus knew to be gentle then, to keep him as close as he could and only let the doctor near when necessary. He did most of the talking for Fizz while the jester hid his face in Ozzie’s chest and shook. If Lust listened carefully, he could hear Fizz singing to himself in whisper. Asmodeus couldn’t tell if the shaking was from fear of fever, that uncertainty didn’t sit well with him. He held Fizzarolli a little bit closer.

Fizzarolli's temperature was still high, his response time was delayed, and not all of his answers to their questions made total sense. Asmodeus ran through each symptom he had observed for the doctor, his hand placed protectively against Fizz’s back. That had helped with the shaking a bit.

“Was there anything else?” Asmodeus asked Fizzarolli. “Anything I didn’t say? How are you feeling?”

Fizzarolli squirmed in Ozzie’s arms. He pouted and nodded. “My horns hurt.”

Nobody had really known that was possible. They hadn’t hurt since the accident. They’d burned down close to the base but not so far that there were any raw spots. The tension in the room was palpable when the doctor said they’d have to look at Fizz’s horns to make sure there wasn’t a problem. Doctors were allowed to see his horns, they had a legitimate medical reason to. Asmodeus still wasn’t allowed to see the horns, but Fizzarolli also wouldn’t let him leave. The conundrum had taken several minutes of negotiation to figure out how to handle. It had nearly put Fizzarolli to tears twice but Ozzie was able to manage his anxieties and they were able to come up with a compromise.

Asmodeus sat on the far edge of the bed with his back turned to Fizzarolli. One of Fizz’s arms was extended so that it wrapped three times around Oz’s waist with enough leftover for Asmodeus to pepper kisses along his hand and down his arm. It allowed Asmodeus to be present and his anxious energy could be used to distract Fizz. Every time Fizz squeezed his hand or whimpered, Asmodeus poured more attention in finding sensations that would transfer through to Fizz. Fizzarolli was delicate right now, he needed to be treated preciously.

The doctor reasoned that Fizzarolli’s horns were aching at the break, likely due to the severity of his fever. He put a cooling gel that should help numb the pain over the effected area.

“Don’t put that hat back on.” Asmodeus ordered when he heard the tell tale jingle bells move. Ozzie pointed to Fizz’s dresser where his three favorite horn sets lay. “The blue pair. They’re quieter, softer, and more breathable. He’ll be more comfortable in those.”

When Fizzarolli was appropriately dressed again, Asmodeus was dragged back into bed where Fizz eagerly climbed back in his arms. The two of them settled. Lust whispered quiet praise to Fizzarolli, he helped coax Fizz into drinking a pink sparkly fever reducer produced from Belphagor herself. He was unsuccessful in getting him to eat anything but managed to feed Fizz ice chips to help keep him hydrated.

The physician gave Ozzie a small bottle of pink shimmering liquid and a package of stickers that would help keep Fizz’s fever under control between medicine doses if necessary. They were pink and shaped like hearts. The doctor promised to be back tomorrow morning to check in on them and left their card in case they were needed earlier.

Fizzarolli liked the stickers. He managed to convince Asmodeus to put one on each of his cheeks and three down his spine. Fizzarolli stole one and slapped it in the middle of Ozzie’s chest. He chuckled as he pointed at it. “Third nipple.”

Asmodeus chuckled too. He loved how Fizzarolli was always finding something to smile about. He saw the good and whimsy in everything, it was admirable.

“Let’s get some sleep, Fizz.”

Fizzarolli didn’t argue. He yawned and stretched, repositioning himself until he was comfortable against Ozzie’s chest.

“G’night, Ozzie” Fizzarolli said at four in the afternoon. “Love you.”

For a second time that night he’s used the L word at Asmodeus. Fizzarolli fell into sleep shortly after but Lust stayed up for many more hours. I love you. It had to be the fever that made Fizzarolli say it. Asmodeus couldn’t be sure he even knew what he was saying, let alone really meant it. Still, Lust couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fizzarolli was something special, he was like no other demon Asmodeus had ever known. He couldn’t help but wonder if the tabloids were right. Could Lust be falling in love? It didn’t feel like falling to Ozzie; falling was turbulent, Asmodeus was scared of falling. Asmodeus didn’t feel scared with Fizzarolli, though. He felt excited with Fizz, usually he felt like flying.

Fizzarolli slept for many hours and he slept hard. On more than one occasion, Asmodeus had to wipe Fizz’s drool from his chest and he was hard pressed to be able to move under Fizz’s dead weight. Asmodeus was glad that Fizzarolli was getting rest. He looked peaceful. Lust was thankful that he could help Fizzarolli get there. Eventually, Lust was calm enough to drift into sleep himself.

When Asmodeus woke again hours later, Fizzarolli was anything but peaceful. He’d flopped from his spot on Asmodeus’s chest, taking much of the blanket with him, and was currently squirming and trying to fight his way out of the tangled mess he’d managed to get himself into. Oz could see well enough by the glow of the fireplace, but he brought the lights up a fraction to get a better look.

Fizzarolli wasn’t awake, but maybe he should be. He’d worked himself up into a fit; he was sweating and panting, the soft noises Fizzarolli was making sounded distressed. A nightmare? Lust carefully helped Fizz untangle himself from the blankets. Fizz continued to thrash.

“Fizzy…” Asmodeus gently poked the other, testing to see how difficult it would be to wake him. He was warm again. Asmodeus checked the time. He’d overslept, Fizz was due for his second dose of medicine an hour ago. “Hey now, okay.” Lust carefully cradled the clown in his hands and brought him back up to his chest. Fizzarolli thrashed against him at first, but woke up shortly after being picked up. Bright, terrified eyes blinked up at Ozzie.

“It’s alright, you’re safe.”

Fizz continued to stare, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Tears pricked at his eyes as he tried making sense of what was happening. He was just in the middle of the most horrible dream.

“You were having a nightmare. It’s not real.”

If it wasn’t real, then why was he shaking? Fizzarolli wiped at his cheeks, he pulled at the neck of his pajamas where it was starting to itch. He could feel three pairs of eyes studying him. After a few moments, Asmodeus spoke again.

“Would you be more comfortable without those?” Lust asked, toying with the hem of his pajamas. He was careful to help Fizz out of the sweaty slip when he nodded. It took several more minutes for Asmodeus to convince Fizzarolli that he was sick, and that the pink bottle was medicine and not something that would hurt him. Asmodeus couldn’t convince Fizzarolli that the stickers would help, so they went without.

Asmodeus draped the blanket over them again and held Fizzarolli close. He was still shaking, part of it was residual fear that Fizz had to let wear off, but not all of it. Hopefully that meant his fever was breaking.

“What can I do, Froggy? What’s going to help?” Asmodeus asked, desperate to try and help Fizz settle. He placed his hand along the small of Fizzarolli’s back, holding him close.

Fizzarolli thought about his answer for several seconds before looking up at Ozzie. He looked so small when he did, it had been a long time since he’d made such a request. “Can you tell me a story?”

Fuck, he was cute. Lust wasn’t the storyteller that Fizzarolli was, but how could he say no to that face?

“Alright.” Ozzie made sure Fizz was positioned comfortably against him. His hand supported Fizz’s bottom, holding his hip in a way that stretched it while Fizz’s arms stretched up and around Asmodeus’s neck. He supposed an extended stretch could be comfortable for someone who’s spent the better part of their day laying down or sleeping. When he could feel Fizz relax in his position, Asmodeus began.

“Once upon a time there was a king. He lived in a beautiful castle, in a kingdom that he built himself. He lived for pleasure, both for himself and for his people. The king had a happy kingdom, he had a happy life. One day, the king was introduced to someone from another kingdom. I don’t think they knew it, but this someone was special. He had the ability to find pleasure in even the worst moments. He stared darkness in the eye and found a way to turn it into light. And he needed the king’s help.”

Fizzarolli yawned. He pressed a lazy kiss to Lust’s chest. “Did the king help him?” Fizz sounded half asleep already.

Asmodeus hummed. “Of course he helped. But there’s more.”

“The king helped him. Over time, the two of them grew to be friends. With each thing that the king did to help, his friend shined brighter and brighter. He was dazzling. The king hadn’t thought he was lonely. He wasn’t when his friend was around, but when he was away he wondered how he’d ever gotten on with his day. His friend brought light into the dark.”

“A good friend” Fizz mumbled. Ozzie agreed.

“There were very few people the king could relate to, but he felt seen with his friend. He wanted nothing but the best for him. He wanted his friend around all the time. He had never felt this way about anybody else, he didn’t know what to call it. The king was afraid to name how he felt about the other. He wasn’t supposed to have a favorite, he was supposed to want for all, to want blindly for pleasure. But his friend was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. For a while he’d tried to want for others. He still wants for his kingdom and his people, but he wants more than just pleasure. He wants the other’s light to brighten his days.”

Fizzarolli hummed. He was dead weight against Asmodeus, barely hanging on to consciousness.

“I love you, Fizzarolli.”

Fizzarolli’s lips curled into a large, sleepy smile. His tongue stuck out as if he was starting to say I love you too but became too tired and never did. Cute Asmodeus thought.

Fizz slept peacefully for another four hours, but Ozzie didn’t get a wink of sleep. He’d just told Fizzarolli he loved him. Lust had never used the love word before, not in regards to someone else. He hadn’t thought it was an option for a Sin like himself. He was Lust, he was the Big Sexy. He was a thrill, he wasn’t the long term plan.

But Fizzarolli wasn’t most, he was special. He saw beauty in the strange and always had a way to make someone laugh. He brought joy to Ozzie’s day, he made things better. He inspired him and comforted him. Fizzarolli understood him in a way most others couldn’t, Asmodeus cared about his jester deeply. More than anyone, really. Lust was pleasure, but Fizzarolli was Lust’s greatest pleasure. He had so much to thank Fizzarolli for.

Asmodeus thought about that as the doctor returned in the morning and diagnosed Fizz as dehydrated. He thought about it as he comforted Fizzarolli who was less than excited about his best vein for intravenous fluids being in his neck. He thought the phrase many times while he and Fizz lay still and waited for the treatment to be over. He thought about loving Fizz as he dressed him in his softest sleep shirt and carried him to their sofa where they spent the day watching Hell-A-Novella reruns. He thought about love each time he checked the imps temperature that day.

There were a lot of things that Asmodeus loved about Fizzarolli, but there was nothing he loved more than to be woken up to the fiery little devil's face grinning down at him the next morning. Fizz’s eyes were bright, but not with fever. His smile was pointed and deliberate. He sat upright, straight and strong, with his legs straddling Lust’s chest. His hand cupped Ozzie’s cheek. Asmodeus blinked a few more times, trying to clear sleep from his eyes. They weren’t in bed, had they fallen asleep watching television last night?

“Good morning, sleepy heads!” Fizz’s hands moved to give Ram and Bull gentle noogies to help wake them up.

Asmodeus stretched and sat up. He watched, amused, as Fizzarolli climbed him to perch against his shoulder. “Someone’s feeling better.”

Fizz nodded. “Mostly. I’m hungry.”

“Is that why you woke me up?” Fizzarolli’s laugh was the answer. Lust pushed himself off the sofa and the two of them headed towards the kitchen.

“I’m glad you’ve got your appetite back.” Asmodeus mused as he watched Fizzarolli start in on a stack of waffles as tall as his torso. It had taken him over an hour to convince Fizz to drink half a cup of pho yesterday, this was a much welcomed change.

Fizzarolli responded by beaming at Asmodeus before eating a waffle in two big bites. “I’m starving, didn’t you feed me?”

“You didn’t want to be fed!”

Fizzarolli rolled his eyes and ate another waffle, that didn’t’ sound very much like him. He must have been sick. One arm extended back into the kitchen in search of peanut butter, that’s what this breakfast needed

“Well I bounce back fast.” Fizz dipped his third waffle into the peanut butter jar and tried it. He moaned loudly and rolled his eyes back. Peanut butter was what this breakfast needed. After taking several seconds to savor the savory and the sweet, Fizz looked back over at Asmodeus. He laughed at the king’s expression.

“Was I a good patient? You don’t look like you’ve gotten much sleep.”

Asmodeus chuckled. “Before or after the slipperiest game of tag I’ve ever played?”

“What are you talking about?”

Ozzie stilled. Had Fizz forgotten about that? What else didn’t Fizz remember? “What all do you remember?”

Fizzarolli thought for a moment. “I remember waking up with a bitch of a headache. Mammon had me shooting the commercial for the Bots. The lights were….really bright. He told me to get my shit together.”

“And that’s it?”

“We watched television yesterday.”

Asmodeus scanned Fizzarolli’s face for any indication that he was lying, but there was nothing. So he didn’t remember saying I love you.

“Why? Did I do something embarrassing? Say something ridiculous?”

Now wasn’t the time to have that conversation. Asmodeus didn’t know how to explain his love to Fizz right now. For now, this was Ozzie’s secret.

Asmodeus smiled and shook his head. “You started a very chaotic game of tag. Made a lot of dick jokes. But no, you were a fine patient.”

Fizzarolli snorted. “That does sound like me.”

Asmodeus took a sip of his coffee, Fizz reached to the plate in the center of the table and grabbed another piece of bacon. The two of them smiled when they caught each other’s eye.

“Thank you, Asmodeus.”

Fizzarolli had no need to thank him. If anything, Asmodeus should be thanking Fizzarolli. He’d given him plenty of worry over the past few days, but every bit of that worry was worth it. Fizzarolli gave Asmodeus so much good. Fizzarolli gave him love.

#fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #first I love you #sickfic #ao3 fanfic #helluva boss fanfiction #fizzarolli #asmodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fevers #fainting #asmodeus is a mother hen #fluff #hurt/comfort #whump #fanfiction

[drama-glob]

Always at the Worst of Times

Fizz strains himself while trying to help and now has to be taken care of by Ozzie.

The cybernetic demon didn’t say anything at first as he slowly breathed in and out in an effort to reduce the sudden pain spreading through his body, fighting the prickling of tears in his eyes. Ozzie stared anxiously as he knelt down and extended his hands in case Fizz possibly collapsed or just needed him for support. “I think I just overexerted myself that’s all,” Fizzarolli finally answered with a wince before he blinked a few times as he tried to clear up his vision. Sadly, his exercise to dull the pain had yet to work, but he refused to accept this as he still attempted to take a couple steps to now try and walk it off. The performing imp exhaled sharply as he legs wobbled slightly against his will. He then looked up at the other with a forced smile and said, “There. Just needed to-”

Suddenly, his left knee gave out and he found himself stumbling forward towards the floor, only to be saved by Ozzie’s large hands. Fizz tilted his head up to see the royal chimera’s trio of worried and knowing expressions, followed by the Deadly Sin gently telling him with a touch of admonishment, “You don’t have to put on a brave face for me baby.” He then gave a sad smile as he bestowed a brief kiss on Fizz’s lips and delicately picked him up bridle-style. “Come on. Let’s take care of you first.” Ozzie proceeded to stand back up, cradling the other and heading out of the kitchen to go back to their bedroom.

Here is the link on AO3:

@charsawdeath @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @pastaprincess @my-dark-lord You know Ozzie's always ready with the TLC. ^_^<3<3<3

#fizzarolli #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #ozzarolli #asmodeus #ozzie #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #tlc #awww #fluff #some hurt/comfort #poor Fizz #helluva boss #vivziepop #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #ao3 #fan fiction #fanfic #bodies can just suck >_< #Ozzie loves Fizz no matter what #there there #wrote this before “Oops” came out so I made some edits #^_^ #;_;

[trashogram]

Blitzø/Reader where he actually shows some romantic inclination and takes you out on a fancy date and you — a human — think the night is gonna end with the two of you finally consummating your relationship… only for Blitzø to be like “hey so uh I set this whole thing up to tell you I’ve kinda got this obligation to fuck somebody else for my job and I’m tired of keeping it from you sorry”

And you’re just processing, heart plummeting, and it turns into a dealbreaker

#Hurt no comfort #blitzø x reader #You and your silly human inclinations to remain faithful to your partner oh how silly #Well maybe I could give you an alt ending where you end up working it out while determined to get Blitzø out of his deal #or you just remain his friend but are pining like crazy #wait that’s also sad #Helluva boss #not Stolitz friendly - it’s you and the a-hole imp

[fmoe1997]

Moxxie awoke to the crack of thunder, and he timidly sat up in bed. He clutched his blanket close to his face and nervously eyed the room. The lone nightlight in the corner provided meager illumination, but he found nothing changed in his immediate surroundings. Toys remained uncollected on the floor, his plushes sagged against one another on the bed, and both his closet and room door remained shut.

As the ringing left his ears, a soft patter took its place, and he turned curiously to the nearby window. Rain struck the windowpane against a dark green sky, and Moxxie sighed in relief. Just a thunderstorm, he could go back to sleep once more.

But as he began to settle back in, something nagged at the pit of his stomach. A sense of anxiety that he couldn't shake. Although nothing seemed to have changed, something felt wrong. 

Moxxie whined, then threw the blanket over to the side. Maybe his mom would be able to help. As long as his dad didn't turn him back to his room, that is.

He hopped off the side of his bed and shuffled over to the bedroom door. With a soft twist, it quietly unlatched, and the door silently swung inward. He poked his head out into the hall and looked both ways. With the path clear, he walked into the hall and made for his parents' room.

It wasn't too far, only a couple doors down, and it didn't take long for him to reach it. Just as he went to grab the handle, he looked down and saw light spill from underneath the crack. Had the storm woke them as well? Maybe he shouldn't go in, his dad would be mad if he got caught being up this late.

His hand faltered by the door, that nagging feeling urged him forward once more. As if he had to open that door. It was destined to.

The door handle clicked as he twisted it, and it swung out of its own accord. What he saw made his breath still and his eyes grew wide.

His father stood with his back to him, dressed in his usual blue and red striped suit. He gripped a smoking gun tightly in a fist, and his attention appeared to be towards something on the floor. Or, as Moxxie quickly found, someone.

"M-mommy?"

His father noticeably stiffened at his quiet voice, and Moxxie froze as he slowly turned his head to him. His deep yellow eyes quickly focused on him. They glowed with something Moxxie couldn't describe at the time. But it went beyond the simple rage he normally portrayed. He seemed eerily calm, an attitude he carried as he finally addressed the young imp in front of him.

"You're having a bad dream, Moxx. Go back to your room."

Moxxie, visibly shaken, took a step back, only to stop at the sound of a low groan that emanated from his mother.

"M-Moxx... ieeeeee."

"M-mama?" Moxxie repeated and looked back at her body.

Her hands scratched against the wooden floorboards, then shook as she struggled to lift herself off the ground. Moxxie wanted to run to her, help her, but with his dad in front of him he feared what he'd do if he disobeyed. After some effort, she managed to shift onto her elbows, and she raised her head. The sight of her face, once warm and full of love, caused Moxxie's knees to buckle and he fell back in abject horror.

Her eyes had rolled to show pure yellow, as rivers of black ran from both orbs and dried on her cheeks. A third trail crawled along the middle of her face from a blackened gouge in the middle of her forehead. She stretched an arm out towards him and Moxxie instinctively flinched, a hand over his face as if it could block out the terror in front of him.

That's when what remained of his mother began to sob, openly and horrifically. "Where were you, Moxxie? Why did you leave me alone? I was so scared, I wanted to see you. How could you leave me alone with him, Moxxie? Moxxie? Moxxie!"

"Moxx!"

The commanding voice of his father forced him to look up, and he came face to face with the barrel of his gun. He thumbed the hammer back with a twisted, malicious grin.

"Say hi to your mother for me."

Moxxie's eyes snapped open to the sound of thunder and he screamed as he sat up in bed. Not his childhood one, but the one he had in Pride. The one he shared with his wife, Millie, who jolted up beside him just as alarmed.

"Moxxie!" She reached for the lamp beside them and turned it on before she turned her attention back to him. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

Moxxie couldn't find a way to answer her. Over and over the dream played in his mind. A tape stuck on the same loop that he couldn't eject, no matter how much he tried. He could only look down at the same spot on his sheets and envision the face of his mother. That night was the last time he ever saw her, and every time he relived it, her face became more clear. The worst part was, he couldn't say if the nightmare reflected reality, or substituted it.

As his breathing quickened and his heart pumped full of adrenaline, he felt a gentle hand come over one of his that brought him back down to reality. All at once, his breathing stopped and his eyes blinked one time. Then he exhaled, shakily, and his heart rate started to dial down. The hand squeezed, and he squeezed back, now fully aware of his surroundings. He was safe, home, and outside it was only another thunderstorm.

"Thank you, Millie," Moxxie murmured. "I-I'm fine, now."

He didn't want to bother her with this, not so late at least. They could talk about it in the morning before they went to work. But when he felt the bed shift and Millie pressed herself against him, he knew she wouldn't let it go so easily.

"Moxx, talk to me. You haven't screamed like that in years."

"I-I know," Moxxie said, almost guiltily, "I just had a nightmare, that's all. You don't have to worry about it."

"Was it... that nightmare?"

Moxxie froze up, much like he had in the dream. Since he promised to be more open to Millie, he told her everything about his past life he hid from her. All the bad and good that came with it. She listened, as always, and helped him through the rougher parts, again as always. He hoped that would be the end of it and he could move on, but some things didn't let go as easily.

Eventually, he nodded, and Millie wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I miss her," he quietly admitted, "I thought I moved on, but after everything that happened I thought about her again and... I wish she was here. Instead of... of..."

Moxxie's lip quivered as his voice faltered. His eyes quickly teared up and flooded over onto the bedspread that covered him. His fingers tightly gripped onto the sheets and he shook with years of repressed sorrow. Millie readily saw this and brought Moxxie in closer.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," she soothed quietly. "Let it out."

Moxxie would have gladly done so a thousand times over. He'd flood every level of Hell if it meant he could escape from the pain this tragedy carried. As he returned his wife's embrace, the feeling came naturally. But he soon shook his head and rejected her support.

"No, no!" He pushed himself off of her. "Millie I... I can't have this be my last memory of her. I don't want to remember how she looked that night, cold and alone. But every time I think about my mom... that's all I see."

Moxxie said it regrettably, but it was the truth. It had become his truth every year he had this dream. His shoulder sagged as he hung onto Millie and he dipped his head shamefully. For a moment, they remained like this, until Moxxie felt Millie's hands at his sides. 

He looked back at her as she guided them back down onto the pillows. Once they rested comfortably, she scooted back against him and continued to hold him.

"Tell me about her."

Moxxie blinked. "W-what?"

"Tell me about your mom. Everything you remember about her that made you happy."

"But... I already have, you know everything-"

"Tell me again, please?"

Moxxie saw she wasn't about to let this go either. He wasn't blind to what she wanted him to do, hence his hesitancy. But maybe, if he focused on those better times, he would see his mom as she once was. It would be a bad idea to go back to sleep regardless, so he gave it a shot.

He retold Millie everything he remembered about her. Everything that made her perfect. The crimson skies became a bright red as he recounted, and the rain slowed to a stop. All the while, Moxxie found renewed glee with his stories, and Millie matched his exuberance. 

It would be longer still before they both returned to their slumber. This time, as Moxxie fell back into dream, he'd see his mother as he always knew her. She extended her hand to him, and this time he took it.

Edit: Forgot to link the inspiration for this piece, Norry always puts out the goods 😤❤️

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #writer on ao3 #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss crimson #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #drabble #i wrote this at 3am

[angie--ee]

💔🫂Blitzo & Charlie with an S/O that doesn't like being yelled at due to trauma💔🫂

I decided to write some hurt with comfort at the end👀👀 And I think Charlie is a good character for this because she seems like the type to yell at someone on accident and when she does shes really scary-- because shes the princess of hell, duh.

Warnings: Mentions of selfharm (banging head on wall) yelling, arguing, swearing, lots of blood (undetailed description, only blood, no guts or anything) And mentions of abuse.

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📍Blitzo📍

You already knew about Blitzos anger issues, it was mostly petty though. He naturally had a loud voice, and he only barely raised his voice at you. But he had never yelled at you.

"S/O, are you okay?" Blitzo said, reaching his hand towards you

"L-leave me alone.." You said, slapping his hand away hiding your face in your hands.

His frustration become more apparent to you, he was trying to be patient though.

"Just tell me whats wrong so we can figure it out together." He said in a stern voice, he was serious, he usually threw in some harmless petty insult, but this time he didn't.

"Nothings the matter.. Just go away.." You responded. There was something upsetting you though, you just didn't wanna admit it to him.

"GOD WHY ARE YOU SO STUBBORN??" He yelled, making his statement brief before continuing. "Every single FUCKING time I try to help you you're so incompetent! I'm really getting sick of it."

Memories of your parents yelling and barrading you flashed in your mind, causing you to breakdown. "S-stop.. p..please.." you said, tearing up while curling up into a ball and sobbing into your knees

He imediantly realized what he had done, but before he could apologize you got up and stormed into your room, locking yourself in there.

He decided to give you space. Not wanting to upset you more, he left you alone, burrying himself in work to distract himself from the guilt he was harboring because he yelled at you.

You laid in bed for hours, sobbing, before you decided to get up and go to Blitzo's office.

"B..Blit-" you said shakily before being cut off by your boyfriend embracing you.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling, it was in the heat of the moment. But you have to start telling me whats wrong, it really frustrates me and I wanna help." He said softly, while running his fingers through your H/C hair.

Lets just say you guys stayed in that office together for the rest of the day.

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🎶Charlie🎶

She never got mad at you, and most certaintly never yelled at you. Shes a very patient person but when shes pushed to her limit, god bless anyone whos in the same room.

"Hon? Please tell me whats wrong." Charlie said, entering the room that you had gone to, so you could avoid telling her whats making you upset.

"N-nothings wrong.. leave me alone.. P..Please.." You said, trying not to cry your eyes out right then and there.

A concerned look plastered across your girlfriends face "Y/N if you could tell me whats the matter then I could help you."

"N-No. J-J-Just stop bothering me.." You said shakily.

That had set her off. Her eyes that formerly lacked color became red "BOTHERING YOU?? How am I BOTHERING you??" She said, almost in a growl. "FUCK Y/N! Just let me help you! STOP BEING SO UNGRATEFUL! I DO EVERYTHING FOR YO-" She had been cut short by your sobing

You cried out while banging your head against the wall, hard, you banged it against the wall really really hard. Your nose and forehead began bleeding and the wall had become splattered with your blood. You slid down to the floor and curled up into a ball and sobbed loudly while hiding your head in your knees.

"Y/N.. I-I'm so sorry.." She said, lifting your head, feeling heartbroken by your blood covered face. She pulled you into a tight hug. Not wanting to let you go. You just sat there, sobbing.

You two stayed like that for a while, you eventually fell asleep. Charlie took you to the bathroom you cleaned up.

It had became nighttime and she held you close in bed, her embrace warm and the sound of her heartbeat calming you down. The guilt of the pain she caused you haunting her, before you both eventually fell asleep while she held you close.

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#charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #blitzo #blitzø #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hurt/comfort #hurtful #comfort #x reader

[faotoni]

AfterMath sneak peak 2

its been a hot minute since i posted up any more of my writing, i have been working on this on and off, I've been sick, busy, its almost my birthday... I'm trying to finish it. i really am ;-; my headcanon name for Blitz's mom is Marigold, nicknamed "Ma" by Fizz.

one day i will finish this :P

“I’m so sorry about Ma, Blitz.” Fizz said after another long beat of silence. Fizz had only heard of Ma’s passing after Cash had come to visit with him, a few weeks into being in the hospital already, all those years ago. At first, Fizz thought that may have been why Blitz didn’t go to see him, being too broken up about Ma to want to see anyone else he cared about suffering, but as time progressed, Fizz grew more confused and hurt by the lack of his best friends visits, no longer accepting his grief as a reason for him not to be there. It was easy to manipulate Fizz into believing that Blitz hated him after that, spinning the lie that he blamed him for his pain, and for his mom’s passing, the jealousy and envy that Blitz had for Fizz when preforming always being brought up every time he tried to ask where Blitz was. He didn’t blame Blitz, it wasn’t his fault, and he didn’t lie to him. It wasn’t Ma’s fault; Ma was always there for Fizz and Blitz, through everything. She was supportive, kind, understanding and if Cash wasn’t around, Fizz was sure that everything would have been so, so much different. If she survived the fire… surely Cash wouldn’t have been able to drive a sharp wedge between the two.

Blitz tensed up at the mention of Ma’s name, and the tears he was trying to hold back, emerged again. He wondered how Fizz found out, but guessed that maybe he was able to watch the news of the accident, though; it wasn’t televised as much as Blitz thought it would be. Cash had been embarrassed of Blitz, trying to cover up his major fuck-up anyway he could, all the while being an ever-present thorn in Blitz’s side over the whole thing, blaming him for everything, which, warranted, at the time… but it wasn’t Blitz’s fault… it was just an accident. He felt so guilty though, after that day he swore that he would never live it down and lived by that day after day. No one who survived the fire would ever forgive or trust him for anything…

He never saw Fizz in the fire. He was standing right by him and never saw him. The realization of that killed him. His best friend was right in front of him, and he didn’t do anything. It killed him more that Fizz was right by his side, at this moment, forgiving him. Fizz accepted that it was an accident; he desperately wanted to believe that Blitz would never do anything to hurt him, which, he wouldn’t. He never meant to… it was much more complicated than that. He meant to save Fizz, from his dad, from Greed, from everything… but himself.

#fizzarolli #helluva boss #blitzo #i guess blitzfizz #its a hurt/comfort story #not a together one #they both touch on old feels and stuff #i dont know when i'll finish this #see ya in 2 months :P

[ravenwitch45]

How would Blitzo react if s/o lost interest in them like they don't want to sleep in the same bed anymore along with not getting aroused every time Blitzo tries to touch them?

Oh lord, You guys just want Blitz to suffer more then he already does huh? I'm aware this happens but geez. Okay then. Let's do this.

Blitzo's S/O losing interest in him

At first his reaction is... well he's very confused, not realizing how big this is. When you tell him you don't want to sleep with him anymore, he thinks it's nothing big, promising not to hog the covers and try to be quieter snoring.

Of course that's not the issue, he keeps trying to make up for whatever he did wrong. Giving you gifts and complimenting you a ton, he get's frustrated when it doesn't seem to fix things but keeps trying. Venting a bit to everyone in the office, them all keeping quiet knowing how he'll react if they tell him what there seeing.

He eventually convinces you on a date, a pretty casual one but during the meal he slides his tail up your leg with a smirk, expecting the flustered annoyance he usually gets, except this time it's just that last part.

He argues you always liked it, and when you insist that's just not true anymore, he backs off with a pout.

Now don't get me wrong, he loves you, for a lot more then just your body, but flirting and arousal are a big part of how he communicates that. He feels too vulnerable and weak doing much else so you refusing it makes him panic. And like a cornered animal, he fights when that happens.

Pratically demanding to know what is going on with you and asking why you won't tell him what he did wrong already. Of course it's not just one thing, you admitting you just don't feel as attracted to him anymore. To which he asks why? and you just going you don't know doesn't help.

He questions if your cheating on him or are attracted to someone else, admitting he'll take care f whoever it is if needed but that just escalates things. You insisting you need space, but he just bites back that's what he's been giving you, not having forced or guilted you into bed with him, and not having touched you until tonight.

It's a horrible back and forth of him asking what you want and you not really knowing, till him asking why your even still dating him, you admitting tearfully that you don't know which makes his eyes go wide as his blood runs cold before going "Fine then, let's not date anymore..."

Needless to say it's an awful silent drive back to your place. Him wishing you goodnight as you tell him you still care about him, just differently, him not responding as he just drives off.

He's mad and upset and as he usually does to drown his feelings, he does it with sex, and so he goes to the one person who will never deny advances from him. Stolas.

The prince is quite surprised at Blitz showing up and whisking him into bed with barely a word and lacking the confident grin he usually has when he does so. Questioning what brought this on to which Blitz just replies "You want to fuck or not, birdbrain?" to which Stolas nods, forever down for the Assassin on top of him.

It's of course pretty loud as it usally is without a gag, but any time Blitz tries to revel the moans and sounds he gets from the bird, while he enjoys them, he can't help but think of how you sounded in moments like this, how he loved to see you melt under him, and how he could make your pretty voice break like Stolas's is doing now, and realizes more likely then not, he will never hear thouse sounds again.

He'll never hear you scream his name which was music to his ears, just as your moans, and the tired I love yous you would say breathlessly after you both finished. Not even your kind good mornings as he turns to see you looking brilliant in the morning light, or affectionately calling him your gremlin, and saying "I love when you do that" when he showed his eccentricities unashamed. And that realization breaks him.

He tries to keep going, keep up a strong face in the moment but tears leak out and sniffles escape from his mouth, Stolas beginning to notice, asking if he's alright, Blitz desperately trying to insist he's fine, over and over as his voice cracks more and more before he just falls on Stolas's chest, sobbing into his chest feathers, his insistences growing weaker and weaker before admitting "I'm not fine..."

Stolas stops it right there, and just holds Blitz close to him, the Imps tail wrapping around the Owl desperately. Stolas asking if he wants to talk but Blitz replies "No... Not right now. Just let me have this Stolas, please don't leave... please don't stop lov-wanting me... I need this..."

Stolas just gently holds his head, saying they can talk when he's ready, and that he'll never stop wanting him, or loving him as he lays Blitz down to get the rest he clearly needs. The two holding eachother close, Stolas ready to comfort him if he has a nightmare as Blitz nuzzles into his chest like a pillow,, grateful he still has someone.

Okay so long story short, he doesn't react great XP Mind you I was not trying to paint S/O in a bad light here. People lose attraction in relationships, it just happens. The thing is I had a very simalir expirince once and it fucking hurts, though it was with a platonic friend but still, so wanted to give Blitz some sympathy and some comfort, lord knows I needed it then, so wanted to end this wholesomely. Hope you enjoyed!

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⋆｡「 Affection Prompt 8 」⋆｡

◉ Sinopsis; listening to them when they vent

◉ feat; Loona

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"I swear to fucking Satan, I'm gonna punt a motherfucker into the next afterlife. UGH!!"

In the room over, you can hear Loona's muffled screams- and what sounds like a garbage can being kicked around. After a good fifteen minutes of what can only be described as the sounds of pure rage, it seems Loona tires herself out- at least physically. You hear a knock on the door to your office, and Loona enters when she hears your affirmative, "Come in."

Loona trudges into the room wiping her face, eyes strained from crying. At first, she whips around, ready to slam the door before taking a breath and closing it gently. She slumps into the chair across from you, throwing her head back and groaning. For a moment neither of you speak up. Then, Loona lifts her head and somewhat straightens her posture.

"I'm uh.. Sorry if you heard any of that. It's been.. ugh. It's been a day, you know, " she growls, pulling a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of her pocket. Loona huffs, tapping one out of the box. "Y'know, I really fucking try at this job and nobody- nobody takes me seriously! I'm just 'Blitzø"s hellhound,' and do you know how infuriating that is?"

She takes the cigarette between her fingers, lifting it to her mouth and lighting it. Loona takes a long drag before leaning back and puffing the smoke out toward the ceiling. "I don't know.. It's so fucking frustrating to not be seen by anyone" she sits up quickly, looking at you, "you don't do that though! You get me. And you're like, one of the only ones who gets me. And that's nice, but sometimes.. I wish I had more people who got me. You know?" She takes another drag.

You take a moment, thinking of what to say; wanting to offer comfort, but not wanting to invalidate how Loona feels. . "Yeah, no matter how much I love you- and I love you a lot," you wink, "you deserve to have more people who can understand an support you. I totally get what you mean," you say. You sit back in your chair, gesturing to the cigarette between Loona's fingers. "Now put that out before you set off the fire alarm," you chide playfully.

"Shit- sorry," Loona hurriedly puts the cigarette out, tossing it into the trash can. "And um.." She scoots to the edge of her seat, tail swaying gently. "Thanks for listening to me.."

"Anytime."

You and Loona sit in your office, finding comfort with one another. There's no need to rush to a solution. No one gets anywhere being told to just "cheer up". So for a while you sit together, sharing a burden.

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Burned

Pulling on Bombproof’s reins Striker halted his steed directly outside the Goetia vacation home located on Wrath’s far side. Releasing an exasperated sigh the imp dismounted his hell steed, after having his most recent job go to shit once again thanks to Blitz needless to say the last thing Striker wanted to do was have a meeting with Stella Goetia. A hiss of pain escaped Striker’s throat as his feet hit the sand, looking over his clothing Striker was relieved to see no blood seeping through it meaning he just needed to grit his teeth and bare the pain he was in till this meeting was over. Once at the doors a couple hounds escorted him inside to the parlor where Stella was sat on one of the small couches sipping tea, Striker internally rolled his eyes that she couldn’t even be bothered to greet him at the door, yet he casually made his way to the high back chair in the corner. Plastering on a fake charming grin the pale imp removed his hat to give a small bow.

“Ma’am,” Striker politely greeted, placing his hat on the top of the high back chair before taking a seat.

“Pleasure to see you again,” Stella retorted, placing her teacup on the table in front of her.

“I’m gonna take it this is about my last…mishap,” Striker rephrased the term failure in hopes of avoiding some of Stella’s screeching.

“It is however despite the fact you didn’t bring my cheating dick of a husband I’m not disappointed, after all I-well my brother, did call off the hit to begin with,” Stella explained taking Striker slightly off guard.

“Um, that is correct. Is this simple payment then…?” Striker cautiously asked, hands gripping the chair’s arms as his pain flared.

“Payment and a quick chat about our next move,” Stella stated with a small smile as she poured a cup of tea then pushed it towards Striker.

“Oh…well, would Ya mind if we kept this meetin’ ta just the payment? I’ve got…somethin’ ta get to,” Striker attempted to cut the meeting short, his mind was becoming extremely unfocused due to the pain he was in, and the edges of his vision were starting to blur.

“Surely it can wait, now we’ll talk first then you can get your payment on the way out,” Stella cheerily stated causing Striker to panic internally a little.

“Ma’am, please accept my apologies, but I really do need ta go,” Striker insisted.

“Then you don’t want me to tell you how I’m quadrupling your pay?” Stella coyly asked.

“Humph, fine. What Ya want me ta do next?” Striker cursed in his mind; this rich bitch knew just how to get him to do what she wanted.

Stella beamed as she started rambling for what seemed like hours while Striker tried desperately to concentrate on what she was saying through the agony his recent wounds were putting off. After a while Striker started feeling the distinct sensation of blood seeping through his clothing, suddenly standing from the chair Striker grabbed his hat only to grab the chairs side as the world spun. Stella was clearly caught off guard by Striker’s abrupt movement, going instantly silent for a moment as the imp made a move to leave.

“Forgive me…Ma’am, I really need ta…be off…” Striker once more cursed in his mind as he stammered without meaning too, trying to keep his back away from Stella so she wouldn’t see the blood he knew was soaking through his clothing.

“Hmm…are you…alright?” Stella asked, furrowing her brow at the pale imp who was once more a little taken aback as she sounded genuine in her question.

“Fine…I gotta go…” Striker responded, managing to stand up straight unfortunately it was only for a moment before the spinning grew worse and the blurriness turned to blackness in his vision causing the imp to stumble. The sound of clattering dishware filled the room moments before Striker felt someone catch him, his body falling against another’s as two hands gently grabbed him by the upper arms. Vaguely Striker could make out being lowered to the floor followed by his head being laid on soft fabric, someone’s hand was gently pulling his shoulder forwards then he felt his wound on that side throb as another hand touched the no doubt bloodied fabric over top of it causing him to release a pained groan unintentionally. Striker lost what little consciousness he had left at this point, only being able to make out moments of movement including being carried which only succeeded in causing him more agony as his clothing rubbed against his wounds. The next thing Striker recalled in somewhat clarity was slightly opening his eyes to a blurry white room, the feeling of something cold, hard, and metal beneath his body as well as his cheek leading him to also conclude that he was naked or close to it. After only a few moments of dubious clarity white hot pain coursed through the pale imp causing him to involuntarily scream causing the darkness to swiftly engulf Striker’s mind once again.  

Confusion was perhaps Striker’s first reaction upon waking a second time followed by uncomfortable soreness that seemed to radiate from every inch of his body. Blinking a few times to clear the cobwebs from his brain Striker started to make out his surroundings, the room was a large white one with a towering ceiling, there were cabinets both up and down on almost all the walls sporting small counter tops on the lowers. Striker could tell he was on his stomach by this point with his head turned to the side, glancing up he saw an IV bag with a tub running from it which he followed till he couldn’t however it was clear that it was probably attached to him. Gingerly Striker slid his hands up from where they’d been laying by his sides, pushing up only to stop when the sharp pain returned causing him to yelp just as a pair of large ornate doors nearby opened followed by the sound of heels swiftly clicking across the white tile floors.

“Stop! Don’t move!” A familiar feminine voice exclaimed as a set of hands wrapped around Striker’s upper arms from behind. Shocked surprise was probably the best way to describe Striker’s reaction upon glancing over his shoulder to see who was there revealing none other then Stella.

“Ma’am…? Ugh!” Striker questioned briefly before groaning, propped up on one arm while the other clutched at his shoulder.

“Lay back down you idiot! I just managed to get your wounds closed,” Stella retorted, pushing persistently yet gently on Striker’s arms in a bid to get him to lay back on his stomach. Eventually Striker relented, laying back on his stomach with his hands to either side of his head. Stella moved around the table to start fussing over Striker’s injuries again, pulling what he could now feel were bandages up to make certain he’d not reopened any of them.

“I-I don’t understand…why are Ya doin’ this?” Striker managed to ask; voice slightly strained from the pain he was in. Stella froze for a moment then her cheeks seemed to flush slightly pink before she moved away from Striker back towards the doors she’d come through earlier, but Striker didn’t hear them open instead she returned moments later carrying a pillow and a blanket. Striker watched as the Goetia placed the blanket on the countertop nearby then brought the pillow over to him.

“Here, I thought you might want to be more comfortable,” Stella stated gently helping Striker lift his head up enough for the pillow to be slid underneath it. Next Stella placed the blanket over Striker then moved to the counter again, opening a drawer beneath it promptly pulling out a syringe followed by a vial that said ‘morphine’ on the label.

Reading the hint that Stella didn’t wish to speak about her reasons for doing what she was Striker remained silent as the Goetia filled the syringe with the morphine from the vial. Striker understood Stella could easily kill him at this moment, rid herself of a liability who’d already fucked up twice unfortunately he wasn’t in any condition to fight back right now, between the pain and exhaustion he honestly wondered if death was preferable at this point. Stella injected the morphine into the IV line that led into Striker’s right hand then she placed a hand gently on his cheek, a gesture that only accomplished to confuse Striker further unfortunately he was too tired to ask any more questions, eyes falling shut once more to the sound of Stella telling him to rest.

Admittedly Striker felt much better the next time he woke up, body still sore however that intense sharp throbbing type pain he’d felt previously was gone. Gently this time Striker eased himself up managing to get into a sitting position with minimal pain although he was a little hesitant to see the extent of the damage left behind from the burns he’d suffered thanks to his last botched job in Greed. Glancing down Striker could now see that he’d been stripped to his boxer briefs with bandages wrapped around his torso, left upper arm, right thigh, and spade of his tail. Cautiously Striker removed the bandage wrapped around his upper left arm to survey the damage done, underneath there was a nasty looking red mark that looked how you would think cauterized flesh would however around the edges Striker could tell the skin was starting to scar over. A grimace crept across Striker’s features at the realization that all these were going to scar horribly, in all his years of being an assassin he’d never been scared this badly by anyone. Striker’s tail rattled irritably as he released a hiss of frustration under his breath, Blitz was proving to be a bigger pain in the ass then he could have ever imagined making the pale imp regret having not put a bullet between the other imp’s eyes when he had a chance.

“You’re awake,” Stella’s voice pulled Striker from his thoughts causing his tail to settle upon looking over his shoulder towards the ornate double doors that Stella strode through.

“Yeah,” Striker simply responded returning his gaze forwards.

“Clearly you’re feeling better,” Stella pointed out coming around the table to stand in front of Striker.

“I’m not in agonizing pain if that’s what Ya mean,” Striker retorted, irritation unintentionally still lacing his tone from the imp’s earlier thoughts.

“That’s good…care to tell me how this happened?” Stella inquired trying to put on a front of irritation.

“Yer not my only client, Ma’am,” Striker retorted, returning the irritated tone.

“Don’t take that tone with me! Do you have any idea how wor…I mean irritated I was when you passed out in my parlor?” Stella exclaimed although her tone was far softer than Striker was used too.

“Forgive me, my last job went badly, and it’s soured my mood,” Striker stated after releasing a breath.

“You’re forgiven, I can imagine being in agonizing pain would sour anyone’s mood. Why didn’t you go to a hospital though?” Stella retorted, arching a curious brow towards the end.

“Hospital? Ma’am, I’m a hitman for hire. Hospitals aren’t really an option, I just didn’t have time ta take care of these myself before seein’ Ya,” Striker explained arching a brow of his own at Stella’s question.

“Oh…I see, well…not this time, now hold still while I change your bandages,” Stella stated looking both surprised as well as a little concerned upon hearing Striker’s explanation.

The two didn’t say anything further as Stella removed the bandages on Striker’s torso causing him to hiss in pain on occasion. Looking over his left shoulder Striker could see that the burn was basically along that entire side of his back, lip curling slightly he quickly looked away to allow Stella to finish treating it. The Goetia had a delicate touch much to Striker’s surprise, taking care with each movement she made to inflict as little pain as possible. Striker repositioned when Stella made it to his right thigh, pulling his legs up onto the table to crook the injured one upwards while laying the other on the tables surface. The injury was high up on the underside of Striker’s thigh however true to form he was unbothered by the intimate implications meanwhile Stella blushed slightly while treating the wound.

“There, do you think you can walk?” Stella wondered once she’d finished.

“Should be able ta, why?” Striker responded.

“I was wondering if you wanted to move to a more comfortable place is all,” Stella retorted.

“Um…I guess,” Striker confirmed.

Sliding off the table Striker took a moment to get his bearings then he took an experimental step, he had to limp thanks to the wound on his right thigh however ultimately, he was fine to follow Stella after she provided him with a robe. Stella took Striker to a guest bedroom where she got him settled in the much comfier bed on his stomach to prevent aggravating the burn wounds, once Stella left to get some items from the infirmary to keep in the bedroom for treating Striker’s wounds he started to once again wonder why she was doing any of this?

“Forgive me for askin’ Ma’am, but why are Ya doin’ this?” Striker inquired upon Stella’s return.        

“First off, stop calling me Ma’am. My name is Stella. Second…I-I’m not sure…I just know that I couldn’t leave you bleeding on the floor,” Stella responded, placing the items she’d brought into the bedside table drawers while avoiding looking at Striker.

“Fine then, Stella. Ya coulda just tossed me onto the street if Ya were worried about stains,” Striker shot back with a small smirk on his face.

“Perhaps it’s about more then just a few blood stains,” Stella retorted in that quippy manner Striker was used too from her.

Striker was not at all pleased with how long it took his burns to heal, remaining in the Goetia vacation home for over two weeks. Stella as it turned out was the biggest enigma for Striker over this two-week period, he’d only ever known Stella as a client however during this time she introduced the imp to another side of herself that appeared to be the real her and that was something that perplexed the pale imp to no end. Stella even had Striker’s clothing cleaned as well as fixed, he stood shirtless checking messages on his phone when Stella walked into the guest room carrying a briefcase, instantly averting her gaze for a few moments. Striker tucked his phone into his back pocket upon noticing Stella, grabbing his black long-sleeved shirt to pull over his head making sure to be mindful of his still slightly tender burn wounds.

“Somethin’ I can do for Ya?” Striker wondered, pulling his shirt down.

“I thought you might want your payment,” Stella responded, placing the brief case on the bed.

“Yer still gonna pay me?” Striker wondered arching a brow in surprise.

“Of course, as I told you before it was my decision to call off the hit thus there’s no reason not to pay you,” Stella answered.

“Humph, not gonna argue about gettin’ paid,” Striker huffed a laugh, pulling his jacket on now.

“I’m not sure how to proceed just yet regarding my ex, I’ll call you when I’ve got a better understanding of what to do,” Stella explained as Striker finished pulling on his boots.

“Very well, I’ll await your call,” Striker declared suddenly slapping on that overly confident, professional charm he normally had.

“Alright,” Stella simply responded as Striker grabbed the briefcase, tipped his hat then headed for the door only to stop.

“Thanks for everythin’,” Striker offered over his shoulder.

Stella couldn’t help but smile, watching while Striker left the room.

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[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Moonlit Confessions

(ao3 link in title)

Blitzø visits Stolas in the hospital, but only when he thinks Stolas doesn't know.

The room was warm despite the evident starlight coming through the draped windows that usually signaled that Stolas should be chilly. He’d been in and out of sleep for the past several days, waking only long enough to eat if prompted or make a few observations about his surroundings. He had been able to relatively consistently remember that daylight=warm. Moonlight=cold, but if asked what day it was or even where he was, Stolas would likely be unable to answer without help. He wasn’t even sure he could answer if asked, he hadn’t spoken aloud in ages.

The magic he had used during the full moon had exhausted him of all his energy. He didn’t fight the sleep when it came, he knew his role right now was to rest: it was the only way he would heal. He also hadn’t tried to fight himself into wakefulness too often. Usually he awoke only to reposition himself or fix the arrangement of his blankets. This time as he awoke, however, Stolas found that he had a much more difficult time moving. There was something in his arms.

With just one eye squinting itself open, only able to see a blur of red with black and white stripes, Stolas reasoned that he was clutching to Impy, his unfortunately named beloved childhood stuffed doll. He still had the doll tucked away with his other possessions. He came out of storage on rare occasions when Stolas needed extra comfort, such as periods of illness. Curious, he thought. Nobody had come to bring him anything, he hadn’t remembered Impy being among his possessions while in hospital. It was with a movement of his good hand up to the imp’s head that he realized he was touching flesh and not fabric. Two more of the prince’s eyes blink open. With increased cognizance, Stolas realized that he could feel the rise and fall of the other’s chest as he breathed. When his eyes adjusted, he recognized the brand mark from the imp circus, tucked carefully under the Goetia’s chin. Blitzy was here.

It almost felt like a dream and Stolas was happy to convince himself of that, but the smell of booze that became apparent as Stolas became more awake settled him into reality. A disorienting reality, one he didn’t entirely know how to make sense of, but one that Stolas couldn’t help but take comfort from in this moment. Blitzy was here, all of the other details were negligible.

Stolas was warm, he realized, because Blitz had pulled the blanket up over them when he’d snuck into bed. He was having trouble moving because Blitz’s tail was wrapped around the two of them twice over. His face was buried in Stolas’s chest feathers and his arms were wrapped under Stolas’s, clutching to his back. While Stolas woke thinking he was holding onto something, he now realized that he was the object that was being held onto. Stolas tried to move, only slightly, but was stopped when he heard Blitz shift protectively and grumble in his sleep.

“No” It wasn’t an angry or upset no. It was quiet, a bit playful, concerned. “Shh, no jus’….no. Don’ move.”

Blitz was still very much asleep. Stolas found the concern that Blitz showed in his unconscious state endearing. He could feel his heart swell, there was no doubt he was blushing. Blitzy cared for him, even if it was just a quiet shushing in his sleep. How could Stolas do anything but oblige?

“Alright.” Stolas’s voice was no more than a whisper. His good hand rested atop Blitz’s head, scratching gently between his horns. He pressed his lips to the other’s forehead and kept them there in a prolonged, tender kiss. Stolas found it quite easy to drift back into sleep with Blitz tangled up in his arms.

Stolas awoke again hours later when the sun was starting to rise. Blitz was trying to sneak out of bed, and doing so rather successfully until he fell out of it. Stolas was still rather disoriented, he decided to stay laying still. He could hear Bliz standing up, he could hear him grumble and brush himself off, then silence for several moments.

“You’re still fucking sleeping” Blitzø’s voice was quiet, and just slightly fuzzy around the edges. Stolas wondered how much Blitz drank before breaking in here to still be inebriated in the morning. He wondered how much time had actually passed.

Blitz stumbled, he sighed. “You should’ve woken up to that. Or this. You should be awake right now going ~Oh Blitzy~ with your big stupid fucking eyes. You’re not supposed to….You shouldn’t...You’re not…” His voice almost cracked, but he stopped and swallowed before allowing that to happen. It was a few moments before he spoke again. “I didn’t know you could get hurt.”

Blitzø didn’t outright apologize, but Stolas understood what he was trying to say. The air hung heavy in the room, the silence clinging to both of them uncomfortably. Blitz’s breath hitched and Stolas could feel all of the air from his lungs leave as his chest crushed in on itself. Blitzy was crying. This was exactly the moment that Stolas wanted to reach out and pull Blitzø back into his arms and hold him, but he knew this was exactly the sort of moment Blitz would never let anyone else see. He knew Blitz would run the moment Stolas showed him affection. Stolas stayed as still as he could, he remembered his breathing, he remained “sleeping” while Blitz regained his composure.

“You look like shit, Birdie.” Blitz sniffed, Stolas imagined he was wiping away tears before they fell. Blitzy never let anyone see him show such vulnerability. Stolas wanted to believe that these emotions were fueled by more than whatever Blitz had taken before coming here. Stolas felt the blanket over him move. Careful hands pulled the blanket back up around him and tucked him in. “You can’t fucking die, okay? That’s an order.” Stolas could feel something hover over his face. He couldn’t tell if it was Blitzø’s hand or his lips. He never learned, nothing ever made contact.

Blitz’s boots click towards the exit. “If you do I’ll….I’ll kill you again.” Three more clicks. “Fuck!” His voice is a whisper, the boots clicked on down the hall. Stolas didn’t hear any more from Blitz.

Stolas didn’t sleep very well the rest of the day. His chest ached in a way he didn’t know how to categorize. He stayed tearful, he couldn’t decide if his tears were happy or sad. Both, he supposed. More of one than the other at times. Stolas had never been more conflicted in his life. How had he gotten here? He knew the answer, it was a reality of his own making, but that didn’t make it any less confusing.

He may not know how things would play out between him and Blitzø, but knew one thing: he was going to stay alive. He had to, Blitz had asked him to.

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[drama-glob]

Powerless

In the aftermath of Fizz's kidnapping, Ozzie has a nightmare.

“Oz.”

“Fizzy,” the royal demon whispered as he looked every which way, his own predicament be damned as he searched for his boyfriend. Cursing himself for not even thinking about Fizz up to this point and wondering why he hadn’t, he then called out, “Fizz! Fizzy! You there, babe?”

“Ozzie…help.” The words sounded so weak but were all around Ozzie as panic rose up like the flames he wished he could summon.

“I’m coming sweetie, I’m coming! Tell me where you are,” Asmodeus yelled out almost frantically, turning in circles as he tried to pinpoint the source. When he was just about to shout again, two blue-flamed candles suddenly appeared before the three-headed demon. What the hell? He ceased his search as he stared at the mysterious items, obviously wary at the sight before him and debating whether it was a trap or a sign. Ozzie eventually took a step towards the twin candles, causing another set to pop into existence behind them. Furrowing his brow with suspicion, he made one more advance forward to find a third pair now lit up. A path then, the Embodiment of Lust deduced, seeing little choice but to follow it even though it was very ominous looking.

“Ozzie…please,” Fizz’s voice begged again.

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@charsawdeath @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @pastaprincess @my-dark-lord Poor Ozzie. ;_; <3<3<3

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[disneyfangrl100]

Chapter Eleven: A Hellish Reunion

Quasi paced back in forth in his room contemplating what he should do after seeing the events he’d witnessed. “I should tell someone. Charlie or my dad. No Charlie already tried to interfere and it just made things worse and I don’t want to bother dad with this he’s busy. But what can I do?”

“You could tell him how you feel. That would be a start.” Quasi blushed. “But it’s so hard!” Quasi sighed.

“Thats it whatever happens tonight I’m telling him!” However it would have to wait until tonight. Today he would be doing something he’d promised himself he’d never do (again anyways). Today he was going to visit his stepfather on the pride prison. Every level of hell had a punishment level for the worst sinners.

His stepfather was on the pride punishment level. Despite the fact he felt he should be on the lust punishment level for how he treated his sister and Esmeralda. Each ring was ruled over by a demon that represented each of the seven sins… unfortunately all of the sins happened to be his family. His uncle, Asmodeus was in charge of the lust ring as well as its punishment level, His aunt Beelzebub ran gluttony, his uncle Mammon (who found incredibly annoying just by watching his ads) ran Greed, his uncle Satan was in charge of wrath, Leviathan was in charge of Envy and Belphegor was in charge sloth.

He’d visited his uncle Asmodeus a few times trying to meet the rest of his family while also trying to ask his uncle advice on the subject of love since he himself had a boyfriend. His uncle was dating a weird part robot in clown named Fizzarolli or fiz for short. They seemed happy but he’d been a little uncomfortable at first to talk about these things. Though his uncle’s soft spoken tone calmed him enough that he was able to open up to him about his crush on Angel.

Though knowing what he knew now his uncle would be enraged to find out how Valentino treated Angel… not to mention the love potions he sold on the side. As his uncle put it Lust and love were all about consent otherwise it wasn’t lust… it was rape. He’d only spoken with Aunt Beelzebub once when his uncle Asmodeus or “Ozzie” as he preferred to be called had taken to a party his aunt was hosting.

His aunt Bee was surgery sweet and full of energy. She also talked a lot. But she was probably his favorite aunt ever! He hadn’t met his other relatives. He’d seen his uncle Mammon from his ads and decided to avoid meeting him. As for his other relatives he hadn’t met them yet.

His uncle, Satan sounded a little bit intense considering the sin he represented. Leviathan also scared him as he kept imagining a giant snake which freaked him out. As for His aunt Belphegor… she was the sin of Sloth and from what aunt bee had told him she was pretty laid back so he’d hopefully visit her soon. However he still wished he could hand Frollo over to his uncle Ozzie.

His uncle had apparently even offered to take him after hearing what he did to Charlie but decided to his father handle it. Considering his father, Lucifer was the sin of pride. After all… pride is what got him cast out from heaven. He waited at the door before the guard cleared him in. If Charlie knew where he was she’d be furious.

The first time he’d visited his former stepfather he’d yelled and freaked out. However that had been a month ago. His stepfather was a completely different man. His stepfather didn’t even look human anymore. He looked like a classic depiction of a demon.

He had red skin and glowing gold eyes. Curved black horns sprouted from a messy crop of white hair. He wore a black prison jumpsuit his clawed hands in shackles. “Well, well well, if isn’t the prince of hell. Come to mingle with the commoners… your majesty?”Frollo said mockingly.

Quasi’s eyes flashed red but he managed to keep his composure. “I heard you tried to escape.” Frollo chuckled. “Tried to I did! Not that it did me any good I barely made it to the gate before the seraphim cast me back down to this… hell hole!”

“Because you belong down here… or did you forget how you treated me.” Frollo sighed. “You know what I learned boy?”

“What? That you’re a pain in my a- “That you’re right.” Quasi blinked slowly taken aback as he tried to process what he’d just said. “Wha… what?”

He was in shock. “Did he just say I’m right?! It’s got to be a trick right… right?!”

“You’re right. I treated you like garbage. I was a pretty shitty father.”

“You weren’t my father! You abused me! Do you have any idea the literal hell you put me through?! And you expect me to forgive you…just like that?!”

“I never asked for your forgiveness… I was just saying you were right. Am I not allowed to voice my own opinion?” Quasi shook his head confused tears in his eyes. “Just stop talking… I don’t want to hear anymore!” Frollo shrugged.

“Fine. I don’t care. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” Quasi sighed frustrated. He couldn’t believe his stepfather had changed within a full month.

It was impossible… what could have happened to him down here to change him so drastically? “You know what else I learned down here?” Frollo said smugly as he reclined back in his chair. “I’ve learned that once you’re down here it doesn’t matter what you do… what sin you commit down here. You’re never going to be allowed into heaven so you might as well just Sin to your hearts content.”

“After all… we’re all demons it’s what we’re good at… but you should know better than anyone… after all your related to the sins… aren’t you?” Quasi glared at him. “I don’t have time for this I have to- what where’s the rush? You don’t have a hot date do you?” Frollo smirked when quasi twitched slightly.

“Oh… oh dear you do…don’t you? “Who is she?” Quasi turned to leave. “I have to go.” Frollo grinned.

“Oh pardon me. I think I meant to say who is “he”?” Quasi growled. “That’s none of your business!” Frollo laughed.

“My… haven’t we been a naughty boy. Of course you’d end up being gay. I’m Pansexual you asshole he… could have been a she why do you care?” Frollo laughed. “Just tell me?Who is he?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything!” Frollo shrugged. “Fine… doesn’t matter… I will find out eventually… though for now it seems our time is up.” Frollo said as the guard opened the door. “Good. I don’t know what game you’re playing but you can’t fool me. You’ll never change!”

Frollo stared up at his step-son as his face disappeared behind the large steel door. “If only that were true boy.” Frollo said sounding sad as he was enveloped in the darkness of his cell.

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“Was I imagining things? He actually sounded… sad. Have I made I mistake?” Quasi shook his head. No he got what he deserved.”

But part of him still felt conflicted. Luckily he ran into literal distraction. He was passing by the open door of a club when he saw Angel dancing on the stage inside. A crowd of demons gathered around the stage as he danced around a pole. Quasi watched, mesmerized.

He’d never seen this side of Angel. It only made his feelings for him that much stronger. When Angel finished his dance quasi decided to slip out of the club however Angel had spotted him chasing after him. By the time Angel had caught up with him he was already a good bit away from the club which was good so they wouldn’t be bothered by fans.

“Quasi!” Turned around finally noticing Angel. “A-Angel?”

“What the hell I’ve been trying to catch up with ya’ for a quarter of a block… why you avoiding me?” Quasi turned bright red. “Who me? I’m not avoiding anything? Why would I be avoiding you?” Angel frowned.

“Alright spill it!” Quasi sighed. The truth is… quasi hesitated but then he came up with the perfect excuse. “I went to see my step father today.”

“The one who hit you?”

“Yeah.” Quasi chuckled you know he actually had me convinced he’d changed… but I know better. He’ll never change.” Angel patted him on the back. “Let’s go home.”

“I’d like that.” Quasi said smiling. “I saw you at the club. Did you catch my show?”

“Oh… well I did.” He said awkwardly. “Y-you’re a very good dancer.” Angel laughed at how red his face was turning.

When they got back to the hotel he went straight up to his room. However Angel grabbed his hand before he could open the door. “Quasi?” He turned bright red. “Y-yes?” Angel guided him into the room as he shut the door and locked it.

Quasi turned even redder as he stumbled over his words. “I-I should go.” Angel blocked the door. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. You’ve been avoiding me don’t think I haven’t noticed! So what the hell is going on with you?”

Quasi covered his ears. “Quasi answer me? Quasi- I LOVE YOU!” Quasi finally blurted out. Angel blinked taken aback.

Quasi sighed. “I’m in love with you… I felt this way for a while.” Angel sighed. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was ashamed… and embarrassed and… confused. I’d never felt this feeling for another man it felt… it felt scary. My stepfather, when he was alive always told me that feeling this way for another man was a sin. But you were so beautiful and I’m- the prince of hell?” Angel said smiling.

Quasi sighed. “You know what I meant. I’m ugly. I’m sorry. Angel sighed. “Yer’ not ugly Quas… far from it.”

Yer’ beautiful in your own way. Yer’ smart and funny and kind… I mean my name’s not even really Angel and yer’ more of an Angel than I’ll ever be… and i ain’t talking literally either.” Quasi smiled wiping a tear out of his eyes.

“You mean it?” Angel nodded. “I do.” Angel sighed. “Look Quas… I’m flattered… and I really like you but… I can’t.” Quasi sighed.

“I understand.”

“It’s not you. It’s my boss. He’s not like you. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I’m not afraid of that dumb moth!”

“How’d you know he was a moth.”

“From the posters around town.” Quasi said as an excuse. “He’s more than your boss isn’t he?” Angel suddenly looked angry. “That ain’t your business.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to see you get hurt either!”

“What’s that supposed ta’ mean?” Quasi flinched. “I…I- have you been following me? Angel said outraged. “I only followed you once I swear! I was worried about you I didn’t mean to… to… what the hell did you see! Answer me!”

“I’m sorry.” Quasi sobbed as he fell to his knees covering his face. Angel felt betrayed but no matter how angry he was he couldn’t stay mad at him. He’d only been trying to help. “Ah come here.”

“Stop yer’ cryin’ I’m not mad.” Angel said pulling him close. Quasi flinched unsure of what was going on. “You’re… you’re not mad?” Angel grinned.

“Nah you were just trying to do the right thing. Just promise not to do anything stupid ‘kay” Quasi wiped his tears away. “I promise.” Quasi stood up to leave but Angel grabbed his arm. “I wasn’t lying though. I do like you… a lot.”

Quasi turned bright red. I… angel sat down on his bed patting a spot next to him. “Sit down.” Quasi flinched as Angel grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Quasi sat down awkwardly.

A-Angel I… before he could say anything Angel kissed him. Not roughly but gently on the lips. The kiss was long and felt like it would go on forever. “I can’t!” Quasi said pulling away shaking. Angel frowned.

“What? What’s wrong? I thought you liked me?” Quasi folded his arms. “I do… I really do. It just… well… I’ve never… Angel’s eyes widened. “Holy shit! You’ve never had sex before? You’re kidding.”

“I was raised in a church what do you think?” Angle laughed. “Yeah yer right I fergot about that.” quasi sighed. “It’s more than that… no one’s… ever treated me nicely before. I’ve always been hit or beaten I’m afraid of getting hurt again . Angel sighed. “Oh quasi. I’d never do that to you. I promise… look… we don’t have to do anything serious right away let’s start off with whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Well… could you…kiss me…again?” Angel laughed. “Sure why not.”

That night quasi fell asleep with Angel curled against his chest. He’d never thought it possible but here he was. He knew it would be a while before he got over his fear of intimacy but he was glad Angel was being patient with him. He sighed. But this was going to hurt worse than any beating he’d gotten from Frollo. “I’m sorry Angel I know I promised not do anything stupid but… it looks like I’m going to have to break that promise… I hope you’ll forgive me. I love you.”

He kissed Angel on the cheek as he flew out the window wings spread wide as he flew off into the night. Little did he realize his fears would only grow worse.

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1096: Dear Mother (Helluva Boss)

TW://: Angst, Dark Themes

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You. Are INSUFFERABLE to be around, Crimson!!!

So what? You wanna try and walk out on me? Divorce me even!? I'll end your trifling ass where you stand!!

Scare me all you want! I would rather living the rest of my life in the streets than to EVER be stuck with you any longer than I should! I'm leaving! And I am taking my son with me!

Go ahead and try and it'll be the last thing you'll do!!

Moxxie......my sweet baby boy, I'm so sorry.....

'SPLASH'

See that, Mox? Unless you wanna know what it feels like to be sinked down under, DON'T. FUCK WITH ME!

Moxxie quickly jolts up in the bed as he wakes himself up from a nightmare, a frequent one to exact. The white haired imp starts panting as quietly as he could to prevent his wife from waking up as well before he's calm enough to let out an annoyed, tired sigh from under his breath.

Moxxie: This again.....

It's been a day or two since Mox and his crew visited his father for the time in years, and unfortunately for him, the reunion itself was anything but happy. The uncomfortable atmosphere, the Intimidating tension between father and son, the painful memories of the past, and above all else, he had to put up with a sleeze-ball of an ex whom he APPARENTLY had a forced arranged marriage with that was orchestrated by his own father of all of people!

Luckily Millie and Blitz was able to crash the wedding at the last minute to save him, but even that wasn't enough to completely forget about the recent abuse his father had given him and the unsettling memories of his mother, the one person who actually gave a damn about him in this messed up world we called Hell before his wife came into the picture years later. And now she's gone......and it was all his fault......

The thought her alone was too much for the imp to handle. So he silently gets out from his side of the covers and gets himself up from the bed, hoping some fresh, nightly air would calm his nerves down and that Blitz isn't here lurking around to annoy him as per usual. He begins to head to the door until he felt his now awoken wife's hand softly grabbing his, preventing him to leave entirely.

Millie: Moxxie.....what's wrong? Where are you going?

Moxxie: Oh uhh.....(Smiles a Little) Hey, Millie, sorry for waking you. I was just...going out to get some fresh air is all.

Millie: (Frowns Worryingly at her Husband) You had a bad dream again, didn't you?

Moxxie: (Sighs in Defeat as He Sits Down at his Side of the Bed) Yeah.....It was about my family again for the millionth time. And it was a lot less pleasant than usual.....

Millie: I'm sorry, baby. (Pulls Moxxie's Hand Up to Give it a Loving Kiss Before Scooching Herself Over to Sit Next to Him) You don't deserve any of that, especially not after what happened that night.

Moxxie: ('Sigh') Yeah, but it's....whatever at this point. I'm just glad I was able to wake up sooner than later.

Millie stares into her husband's sadden eyes for a few seconds as she decided to come up with a different topic to help ease his stress.

Millie: You know, it has been a while since we've talked about your momma. What was she like?

Moxxie: (Looks Up at the Ceiling While Smiling Fondly of his Mother) Only the greatest mom I could ever ask for at the time. She's smart, kind, loving, and very beautiful too. (Turns to Millie) Kind of like you in a way.

Millie: (Heart Begins to Flutter in Pure Happiness) Awwwwwwww honey!~ You think I'm just like her?~

Moxxie: I-I mean, not completely! But you two do share a few similar traits from one another that I happen to love very much. (Begins to Frown) I doubt mother would love me again if she was here right now, but.....

Millie: (Starts Frowning in Worry Again) What do you mean?

Moxxie starts looking away again before hesitantly takes a very deep breath before speaking.

Moxxie: Millie, when I was young, I did something. Something stupid, horrible, cruel. Something......(Tears Starts to Fall Down From his Eyes) Something I will never EVER forgive myself for, no matter how many times I convince myself otherwise!

Millie: Moxxie, you don't have to tell me if you don't-

Moxxie: I killed her.

Millie: (Eyes Slowly Begins to Widened in Complete Shock) .......What?

Moxxie: I killed my own mother, Millie. With my own bare hands. F-Father and I were riding on a boat one night, i-in the middle of the late, and he had her tied up under a brown sack....a-and her ankles tied up in a rope connected to a brick-

Millie: (Already Fuming in Pure Anger) And HE made you kill her? Your own father.

Moxxie: Yeah....('Sniff') He made me drop her down in the lake, where she can never be heard from again.....('Sniff') I didn't even know it was her until I saw one of her heels floating up.on the surface.....('Sniff') (Whimpers Begins to Show the More He Starts Talking) I'm a monster, Millie.....A horrible monster!

Millie: No, you are not, Moxxie! Crimson was the one who forced you do all of this!

Moxxie: (Turns to Millie with Deep Sadness and Regret Written All Over his Face) But I went along and did anyway!

Millie: You were a CHILD back then, Mox! You were young, scared, and didn't know any better at the time! And even then, you COULDN'T have known that was your own mother in that sack!

Moxxie: Y-Y-Yeah, but.....('Sniff') I still hurt her......Me. Hwe('Sniff') (Turns Away While Brining Both his Knees Up to his Chin, Hugging Them Tightly) Not like it matters anyways. She's gone npw....and she'll....probably spend the rest of her afterlife despising me.....

This is upsetting.....To watch the love of her life, the man who love and cherish her since the day they both fell for each other, look so.... distraught, broken, and blaming himself for something that wasn't completely his fault at the time....it ignited two emotions within Millie. One was sadness and concern for her husband and the other was pure, unadulterated anger towards the man who has not only abused his only son but forced him to end the life of his own wife, the woman who had to put up with crap for lucifer knows how long!

This makes her wish she should've killed him off back at the arranged marriage, maybe even plan on calling Blitzo up to assist her in getting back him for every bit of damage he caused to Moxxie. But she realize that it's not the time for any of this right now. Now it's the time for her to cool down, stay calm, and be there for the man she fell in love with.

Millie: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Slowly Placing her On Moxxie's Knee) Listen Mox, I know I may not know a lot about your mother right now, but from what you've told me about earlier.....(Gives Moxxie a Small, Reassuring Smile on her Face) There's no doubt in my mind that she would still love you regardless of everything that happened.

Moxxie: (Slowly Looks Up at Millie) You....really think so?

Millie: (Happily Nodded) I know so, honey. And even if she does end up hating, which I, full-heartdly, believe that's not the case, you still have folks like me and Blitz, who loves you so much and would go through heaven and back to keep you safe from anyone who dares try lay a finger on you.

Moxxie: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Millie......

Millie: (Gently Places her Hands on Both of Moxxie's Cheeks) And one more thing, baby, I don't give a damn what anyone says. You are NOTHING like Crimson. You may have the same genes and last name, but you are already twice the man than that smug-face bastard wishes he was. And if we ever settled down and make our own family, I know for a damn fact that you'll be amazing dad to our one-to crap ton of our damn kids!!!

Moxxie: (Starts Snickering a Bit) One-to-crap ton?

Millie: (Starts Giggling a Bit) Yes, baby!~ One-to-crap ton. I've been taking care of my siblings 'til I left the nest on my own, I can handle momhood!

Moxxie: (Chuckles Lightly) I know you have it takes! You're not known as the Angel of Death for nothing, you know?

Millie: (Proudly Nodded) Damn. Straight. You feeling better now, 'hun?

Moxxie: Yeah. (Starts Wiping Small Bits of his Tears Away) I'm not 100% mentally, but I'll try and get over eventually.

Millie: (Gives Moxxie a Loving Hug) Take all the time as you need to ease your mind. I'm not going anywhere.

Moxxie: (Hugs Millie Back) I'm not expecting you to. I love you with all my heart, Millie.

Millie: I love you with all mines too, baby~

M&M begins their slow, sensual make-out session as they hold each other close for comfort.

Moxxie: Hey. Millie?

Millie: Yes, honey?

Moxxie: (Slowly Pulls Away From Millie's Lips For Now) I've been thinking. Since we actually have the day off to ourselves for once tomorrow......(Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) How about we hit the gym together. Maybe do a sparring match or two.to pass the time.

Millie: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) You actually want give a gym day a try AND spar with me? What made you wanna do all of that?

Moxxie: (Shrugs) I figured I try pulling my own weight around our team and not hold to you and Bitz any longer than I should

Millie: (Pouts at her Husband) Moxxie! You are NOT a burden to either us!

Moxxie: (Gently Grab Hold of Millie's Hands) I know, I know. I just want to improve myself is all. At least in combat. I'm not close being as strong as you are, but it couldn't hurt to try.

Millie: ('Sigh') Yeah, you are right about that. I'll be your sparring partner for tomorrow. (Forms a smirk on her Face) IF you give me some cuddles and lovin' for the rest of the night~

Moxxie: (Happily Nodded) I can do that. Been wanting to give you my thanks for helping for the evening~

Millie: Then why don't you start doing so right now, pumpkin~ The night's young, ya know?

Moxxie: As you wish, my dear~

And so, the M&M spend the rest of the night picking up where they left off in their kissing session.

The past memories has never been too kind for Moxxie and it'll take a while for him to move on from it completely. But he's still content on living the rest of his live with people he cares about and for his mom sake, may she rest in peace.

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