#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ❞ ¦ 「 Fizzarolli and Asmodeus 」

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✩ ˙ ˖ ❛ ꜰʀᴏɢɢʏ ❜ ˖ ˙ ✩

(( When Ozzie first called Fizz that nickname, they instinctively took it as an insult... Even though at that point, they knew Oz wouldn't purposely hurt them, insecurities about their voice ( drastically altered since the accident ) caused them to lash out on impulse— ❝ Is that a joke? What- Is that supposed to be funny? ❞ —before being reassured that it was meant as a term of endearment. Honestly, the nickname did wonders for Fizz's feelings toward their raspier sound. ))

(( Turning a reminder of what happened to them and spinning it into another trait Ozzie adores. They're his ❛ Froggy ❜ and a rather vocal one at that. Joking and singing and talking, even if what they say doesn't have a purpose behind it— unafraid to be unashamedly loud. Ribbit-ing as much as their heart desires because despite already having grown accustomed to speaking again ( it took time after the accident for Fizz to use their voice nearly as much as they used to ) Ozzie helps silence the shame that still echoed whenever they DID. ))

(( Although, they embody their nickname in more than just their voice. ❛ Hopping ❜ around with stretchy limbs, constantly popping or climbing up places. With Oz being one of their favorite perches. Energetic and slippery and known to snatch snacks with a dart of their long tongue— like what Blitz did with the dog treat in Episode 1 —as well as their tongue just sticking out as a subconscious habit— ))

(( Fizz can't deny how well the name fits. ))

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strcies: 

"y'know what, fine. you can make breakfast this time." the larger demon huffs momentarily, shoulder slumping as he comes to pinch his brow. sure, memories of the previous incident were still fresh within his mind, the scent of burning eggs and bacon stuck in the castle walls for days. but those dreaded puppy dog eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but alas, the king of lust wasn't immune to the imp's temptations. "i'll allow it, but ONLY if i accompany you AND if you follow all of my instructions perfectly. you got that, fizzy frog?" / @burning-fcols liked for a helluva boss starter.

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Wait— Really? ❞ Surprised out of his puppy dog plead, big unmerciful eyes slip into bewildered blinking. Legs retracting so the jester stands at his normal height, a small disbelieving laugh slips past his smile, ❝ You're serious? This isn't some kinda joke? ❞ Ozzie isn't the kind of person to dangle a desire in front of Fizz and NOT deliver, but Fizz still hadn't gone into this conversation actually expecting to win. For good reason. His last attempt had been a horrendous failure.

Life in the circus hadn't prepared Fizz for the challenge of homemade cooking. His enthusiastic but impulsive technique hadn't made it any easier. Throwing all sorts of interesting embellishment into the pan, things had already been going poorly— even if Fizz wasn't aware —before he poured something apparently flammable into the concoction. He can't remember much between the sudden burst of FIRE and the flames thankfully dying down on their own accord. Fizz had come back to reality, sat on the kitchen floor— guessing he must have stumbled backward —fighting to catch his breath, to recall where he was and WHAT he was doing.

Hastily moving back to the pan before he could be found dazed on the ground, Fizz had been left with nothing but blackened, probably-poisonous disaster and a smell that refused to leave the castle for days... NOW it's his chance to redeem himself! Especially after the trouble he caused last time Ozzie let him have his way. But breakfast is far less of an ordeal than going outside. He can handle breakfast.

Right?

❝ Sure thing, Big Daddy! ❞ Chimes an enthusiastic reply, Fizz giving two thumbs up. Giggling giddily, he twirls himself around the Sin so his cheek can nuzzle into Ozzie's. Purring as he pushes against his partner, he playfully chirps, ❝ I'm gonna make the most perfect breakfast that's ever slid down that perfect throat. Trust me, you'll be BEGGING me to cook again. ❞ Nevermind that success will be because he's following Asmodeus's instructions to the letter. Progress is progress, and sometimes- that means accepting help. Fizz learned that a long time ago.

Unwrapping so he's comfortably draped across the Sin's shoulders, he points in the direction of the kitchen with a boisterous, ❝ Onward, Ozzie! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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✩ 「 @fizzarolliandfriends 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Sitting on the balcony railing, tail gently sways from where it hangs off the edge. Arms crossed, claws drum against his robotic limbs in a light tapping rhythm. Deathly sharp, they should have no trouble defending from someone as seemingly-harmless as the man Fizz has his glowing gaze riveted on. They SHOULD, if Fizz wasn't so averse to confrontation. Something doesn’t sit right in his stomach. An uncomfortable, sour sensation that he’s felt before. He wishes he could have more faith in it but honestly, he could easily chalk it up to cowardice paranoia.

Fizzarolli’s eyes narrow as he watches the unsettling customer leave, tail curling around himself to wrap in faux protection. He KNOWS he's being unreasonable. Giving in to foolish fears that hold no true merit... Worst of all, he's doing-so in front of Ozzie. Normally so careful to brush off his own burdens when around the Sin, this time he can't hide the way his glowing eyes are trained upon the misguided target of his frustrations. An overzealous customer, sure... but Fizz has dealt with plenty of those. Or rather, his security team has. Despite this, the jester is overcome with an urge to keep someone him away. To remind himself that he CAN.

He holds that power because of his entanglement with Ozzie. He's as safe as he wishes to be. Even more-so, considering the Sin's protective nature. Seeing Blitzo had thrown that certainty into question, a rush of long-lingering terror and pain and confusion assaulting him as SOON as the Imp had left. As Fizz had felt an unwanted pang of regret at seeing him leave. Lashing out at the easiest target rather than admit the source of his frustrations, Ozzie is apparently too observant for his deflecting to work. Perhaps that's for the best. If Fizz can't find the strength to make this decision... Maybe Ozzie can do it for him.

A familiar, nauseating pattern he's slipped into. Letting the Sin handle problems FOR him... That's how it always is for ❛ Fizzarolli ❜. Whether it's the Circus, Mammon, Asmodeus— someone else always running the show. ❝ I don't like him... I can't fucking stand him. ❞ He growls through a grimace, pain wetting his gaze as he fights to keep from trembling. An arm harshly rubs his eyes, Fizz sucking in a shaky breath before he abruptly looks down at his robotic hand. Glaring at the metallic fingers as they flex, glossy eyes gleam with pains of the past, ❝ If I never see his face again it'll be too soon. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"Oh well if you're not into it then nevermind. We can always have fun another way. Anything you wanna do." ozzie @ fizz -  ✩   「 @helluvaxhazbin 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」 Stiff body loosens with a shaky exhale as Asmodeus steps away, light returned to the jester's face now that he doesn't have the Sin's shadow looming over. Wide eyes blink quizzically as his newfound caretaker boss puts some fair distance between them. Air that used to be hot and heavy and THICK with uncomfortable tension suddenly relaxed and dare-say companionable. Wariness tingles down his spine to the tip of his twitching tail, a shudder stealing Fizz's breath as he tries to figure out what game the other is playing.

What kind of Sin, let alone one of LUST, steps away from something they want?

Especially if the one causing an issue is not only an Imp but one of Fizzarolli's... condition. Painfully aware of how precarious his position is, he knows that if he's to remain safe in the benevolence of Sins, he'll need to be WORTH keeping safe. What worth is there in a pet who doesn't perform the tricks they are told?

❝ Wha— Really? Just like that? ❞ Flabbergasted to the point of panic, Fizz hastily steps forward. Hands uncertainly motioning as if haphazardly juggling things that aren't there, Fizz feels about as stable as the objects he used to fling around in the air. Former life fallen to pieces around him, tossed from circumstance to challenging circumstance, now that he FINALLY thought he held some grasp on what was going on— what was expected of him —Asmodeus shatters that too. How is he meant to settle into this new role if his Master won't even give him a CHANCE?

❝ I— I can do it. ❞ Disgusted in himself for having to resort to begging, Fizzarolli swallows what pride he salvaged from the fire— an easy task, there wasn't much —and pleads, ❝ I-If that's what you want, it's not like I'm gonna try and stop ya! I can- GET into it. Just gimme a bit to warm up and then I'll be the horniest fucker you've ever seen! ❞ Repulsed as he may be at the idea of casual sex— no judgment, he's just never been physically drawn to it —Fizz knows he can still fake a good time if it means he's not viewed as a disappointment. He IS a performer, after all. What's a little unemotional bang sesh if not a more intimate type of performance?

He can't let Asmodeus think he's not useful for ANYTHING he might need. He can't not be useful for anything that might be needed. ❝ I'll be a good fuck— No, no- a GREAT one! Just try me out— ❞

❛ Don't give up on me. Please. Not already. ❜ 「 ☆ 」

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"Aw my little jester. You aren't jealous of my new pet are you?" asmodeus @ fizzarolli about moxxie rip -  ✩   「 @helluvaxhazbin 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Ozzie could never understand how precarious Fizz's position is... He's a Sin, one of the most powerful beings in Hell. Both in terms of ability and reverence. He's never had to balance on a ball for strangers, spouting out jokes to make them laugh because that sound was the only thing keeping him fed and somewhat safe. Never had to deal with hecklers who jeered at him solely because they COULD. Never dealt with the aftermath of a violent beating because he was stupid enough to taunt back... Ozzie doesn't know what it's like to be on the bottom. To be nothing.

So how could he ever know how terrifying it is to claw his way to the top? Knowing that, at any moment, it would be so easy to fall from his high perch.

And how effortless it would be for Asmodeus to push him.

Not looking at the Sin, Fizz is vaguely aware of how miraculous it is that he's in a position to show such disrespect. Yet Ozzie's patronizing coo makes Fizz's blood boil, sounding exactly how someone like him is meant to be treated. Perhaps the other doesn't mean anything by it, simply teasing as any lover would... But lover feels like too sentimental of a term, and Fizz can't bring himself to use it even internally. Pet feels more accurate; Ozzie's newest one forcing Fizz to strip himself of the delusions he normally indulges in. Special privileges or not... he's still an Imp.

Arms crossed, tail lashes irritably as he huffs, ❝ No, of course not... Why would I be jealous of some limp-dicked little fleshlight? ❞ Sarcasm dripping from his words, Fizz knows there's no hope in hiding his feelings right now, so he might as well bitch a bit. If Ozzie is going to toss him aside, better sooner than later. ❝ It's not as if he's taking up attention that normally I would be getting... If you're interested in subpar fucks, then that's YOUR fucking business. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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*grinning li’l shit*

*gotta look at boyfrien*

*li’l shit mode again*

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✩​​   「​​   @stcries​​​ ​​  ​​」   ​✩ - ​Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Fizzarolli has to admit that tonight was more exciting than usual. WAY more exciting than that time the stage was rushed by one Fizz-Crazy Fanboy and his insatiable– if understandable —need to, and he quotes, ‘fuck or kill him or whatever’. But that had been handled quickly enough by security. And the dumb-ass guard who let the rando reach the stage in the first place was then promptly taken care of by the next security guy. So while it was exciting, it doesn’t hold a candle to the drama of tonight.

If shit had to hit the fan, then he’s glad that it happened when Ozzie was actually around to enjoy it... and for Fizz to milk the situation for all that it’s worth. A specialty of his~

Leaning into the scratching of his chin, tail sways contentedly as shameless purrs rise from his throat. A softer sound than the Imp’s raspy voice, rumbling from deep within his chest and reserved for only those deemed worthy of it. Eyes shutting, tail subconsciously wraps around the other’s free arm, giving the limb a possessive squeeze that doesn’t phase the Imp in the slightest. What can he say? It’s not as if his instincts are ENTIRELY wrong... While he doesn’t have the obvious power in the pair, Fizz likes to think that he’s still got some claim to Ozzie.

It’s not like any other Imps are getting THIS touchy-feely with the King of Lust.

Peeking an eye open, it glows in the darkened lighting, pink hue intently focused on Asmodeus.  ❝  Yeah... I AM pretty great at those, huh?  ❞  He jokingly agrees with the compliment, smirk growing a bit bigger around his blepped tongue. Snickering at his playful-smugness, Fizz angles his head to press his cheek against Ozzie’s for a moment, giving it a firm nuzzle; head moves so his face is buried against Ozzie before he pulls away from the blatant affection. One that if he’d witnessed from anyone else, he’d be calling them out for being a bitch.

Luckily for him, he’s different than everyone else... By which he means better than them.

❝  ‘Course, it helps when I’m introducin’ someone WORTH an introduction.  ❞  Fizz adds with a cackle, finally tossing a compliment back at the other man with a wink,  ❝  You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to keep from dyin’ from boredom when I had to talk about that limp-dick Imp.  ❞  Boring as his song had been, with no creativity behind his stage name either. Moxxie... How the fuck is he supposed to make that exciting? But he had made it work...

❝  ... We make a pretty damn good team, hmm?~   ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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“ Goodness, and here I was thinking all of that moving’ about on stage would keep you loose, but you’re quite tense, ” Heeled feet circle around the clown from moment before kneeling down to his height, running a clawed finger up the other’s back. Tsk tsk, this simply wouldn’t do, not for someone so … important. “ C’mon now, why don’t you let me help you loosen up a bit, hm? ” , u already know who this is from ;3

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「 ☆ 」   Normally, Fizzarolli would deny ANY suggestion that he’s not limber as a wet noodle. Often going so far as to openly-state that the only place he’s got any tightness in is somewhere people would need to pay BIG moolah to so much as glance at, let alone have the kind of fun reserved for his dime-a-dozen robotic replicas to handle. But Asmodeus isn’t some normal schmuck. He’s a special, grade-a, Fizz-might-actually-give-a-damn-about-him kinda schmuck (affectionate). So, he doesn’t get the ‘normal’ response... 

He gets a sharp-toothed grin of excitement, tail-tip twitching with intrigue as the Imp clown watches the large demon circle, spine comically twisting to keep the other in his sights as well as silently make fun at the attention to how ‘tense’ he is. Hopping so the bottom half of his body can rapidly twirl back into place, feet hit the ground just in time for a claw to crawl up his spine, Fizz not bothering to hide the shiver that accompanies it. 

Eyes glint with a noticeable glow as he meets Ozzie’s gaze, not assumed status— he’s far surpassed what any mere Imp could be allowed or viewed as —nor size intimidating Fizz in the slightest. Anyone who spent more than a second in the pair’s company would know that the clown is allowed privileges that none could even DREAM of without consequences.   

❝  Tell me about it...  ❞  Fizz agrees to the concern, body skillfully twisting himself into knots to emphasize his point as he continues,  ❝  Entertaining these bozos really takes it outta ya. I’m practically a mess of knots and tension! The only thing that’s supposed to be TIGHT about me is my ass and my act.  ❞  Laughing crudely, the clown fixes himself with remarkable ease, before swiftly slinking himself around the others arm, sliding his way to sit on his shoulder as if it were his throne. Cheek pressing against Asmodeus’s, grin grows a bit bigger as he playfully quips,  ❝  I’m guessin’ you got a li’l somethin’-somethin’ in mind already to fix that though?  ❞  

❝  Ey, Ozzie?~  ❞     「 ☆ 」