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sissytobitch10seconds · 8 months ago

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Care For You

Fandom: Helluva Boss Summary: Fizz gets worried when his friend hasn't messaged him back in a couple of days. This ends up being the best thing that he could ever decide as it leads to a catalyst of things that improve everyone's lives. Warnings: Not Stolas Goetia friendly, canonical quid pro quo rape, severe mental health issues, BDSM, crying during sex, and intersex imps Word Count: 11,885 Ship(s): Asmodeus/Fizzarolli/Blitzo Buckzo

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A/N: Alright, before we get into this I want to make one thing very clear: THIS IS NOT A STOLAS GOETIA FRIENDLY FIC. He is going to be depicted as the abuser and rapist that he currently is in the show, so if you're a Stolas fan then this is definitely not for you. That being said, I think that this fic is going to be very cathartic for some Blitz lovers such as myself. I hope that you all enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Three days.

Three days had passed since his last interaction with Stolas and all the complicated feelings that had gone with that. Three days had passed since he’d said more than a single word of explanation to anyone. Three days had gone by since he’d spent the last of the money on his credit card trying to wow a person with sex only to be immediately shot down. Three days had gone by since he’d had anything to drink other than alcohol and the water Loona had tricked him into drinking on the second night. Three days had gone by since he’d eaten anything substantial, more than candy in the middle of the night when he woke up hungover. Three days had gone by since he had felt at all like himself.

He wasn’t sure if Millie and Moxxie had come by to ask him what they were meant to do for work, if they had any questions. The darkness in the back of his mind that he had worked so hard to keep at bay was reminding him that they had done just fine on the last couple of missions that he had sent them on when their office was overstuffed with sinners that needed his attention. They didn’t need him for their job, he had send the crystal with them after giving Loona the barest explanation that he could.

The door to their apartment began to open as soon as his mind focused on his daughter. He assumed that she had come home earlier than usual with something for them to eat or he had simply forgotten what time it was. He sat up on the couch so that he could try to force himself to smile and greeting so that she wouldn’t complain about him being as weird as he had been the last couple of days.

When he turned his head to look over the back of his couch, he was met with two figures that were very much not his daughter. A spike of panic rushed through him as he began to worry that he had gotten caught by the cops traveling up to the human world illegally and was now going to have to face the Hellish court like Stolas had always reminded him he would have to if caught. It took a second for his mind to properly process the fact that it was none other than Fizz and Ozzie standing inside his apartment, arguing with each other quietly.

“What… what are you guys doing here?” he asked nervously as he rose from the couch. It was harder for him to fall back into that black place of pain when his entire body was fueled with nothing more than adrenaline and panic. He didn’t know how his best friend had managed to find his apartment, much less why he had showed up with his royal boyfriend in tow.

“We hadn’t heard from you in a while. I expected to get all the juicy deets and there was just… nothing,” Fizz shrugged.

Blitz sank back down into the spot he had been before. “There’s nothing to tell,” he grumbled out.

“This place reeks,” Ozzie commented softly as he walked further into the living room. He took a slow look around before his gaze finally settled onto Blitz. They just stared at each other for a long while, taking in what the other person looked like.

Blitz had always known that the sins and other upper level demons could change their forms, but it had never occurred to him that Ozzie could change so much while still being completely identifiable as himself. He was the same height and size as a normal succubus or incubus, with a pair of curved horns that stretched up from his head. His hair was no longer made out of fire, though it did glow when he turned his head and caught the light a certain way. Instead, it was woven back into several thick braids on the back of his head that extended far down his back. The Ram and Bull that usually copied his facial motions had taken the form of beads on the two braids that hung on either side of his face. The shape of his face was less birdlike and more humanoid, perfectly puffy lips and heavy eyes that looked like he had just had the best time blowing someone’s back out. He was wearing something that worked for this form but would have been so strange to see him in when he was his normal shape. It was a pleated black and blue skirt that fell to his mid thigh, complimented by a black corset that had neon blue lacing up the front. He wore chunky yet classy heels that had rose gold accents that matched the rings and earrings that he had on. He looked really good, but he always did.

“I didn’t ask you guys to show up and tell me that my apartment stinks,” Blitz mumbled. He knew that the place was at its worst, he hadn’t had the energy to do the minimal cleaning that he usually managed. Loona never cleaned anything other than her room and occasionally the dishes when he offered to leave the apartment for an extra hour to give her some alone time. He was only able to pick up his clothing and run laundry when he had a break from paperwork, which recently hadn’t been happening at all due to the amount of clients that they had.

“You’re right, I apologize,” Ozzie said. “I don’t know what happened between you and Stolas but I can tell that it wasn’t good. You up to taking some help from Fizz and I?”

Blitz turned around so that he could look at his friend. Fizz had on a smaller version of his normal jester hat, the front logo of which was hidden behind the ridiculous pointed sunglasses that he insisted on wearing whenever he was going out. He was wearing a cute pair of pants that were decorated with flowers and embroidered butterflies, along with a black top that flounced over the edge. They both looked so put together and adult, which was the antithesis of what Blitz was in that moment.

“I… I can’t ask you guys to do that. You have other things that you should be doing with your days that aren’t taking care of someone as pathetic and worthless as me,” he mumbled. It was easy to let the words slip through his mouth and into the open air around him. He had gotten very good at saying those things with a smile, in a way that made them sound like a joke that everyone could laugh or roll their eyes at. His mind felt so foggy and out of it from the malaise that he had been stuck in for days that he didn’t realize that he was being earnest with it instead of turning it into a joke.

“Froggy actually rescheduled everything today so that he could come and hang out with you,” Ozzie said as he glanced up from the imp on the couch to his boyfriend. The tender smile that they shared with each other at the mention of what Fizz had done made Blitz’s heart ache. He knew that he was never going to have something like that because he simply didn’t deserve it.

“Believe it or not, you freak, but we’re going to help you whether you like it or not,” Fizz said. It was probably easier for him to say something like that than it would be for Ozzie. He and Fizz had known each other the entire time that they were growing up, despite the fifteen year gap where they were basically enemies with each other. While it was inappropriate for someone that was basically a stranger to say something like that to Blitz, it was normal for the person that had been his best friend and had seen him at his worst once before.

“You’re not my mom,” Blitz mumbled. He fell over sideways so that he was once again laying on the couch that he had turned into his bed. His pillow had fallen down onto the floor, amongst the mess that he had made of his clothing when he was trying to find something nice to wear for the night-that-wasn’t. He hadn’t had the energy or willpower to pick the pillow back up, so he’d been laying his head down on the scratchy material of his couch for a while.

“No, but I’m the only person in the world that saw you barf all over your birthday cake when you and Barbie turned thirteen,” Fizz replied. “I think that gives me the right to come in here and boss you around. Now get up and go take a shower. Oz and I are going to do some cleaning.”

“You don’t have to. I can shower and then we can go out or something,” Blitz replied. It was easier to get up and do something when it was for someone else, it always had been. Whenever he tried to do something for the good of himself, he heard Cash’s voice screaming in the back of his head about how selfish he was and what a disappointment he was to his mother. He had gotten good at ignoring that voice when it was only him, and then even more so when he decided that a lot of the decisions he was making were actually for Loona. That excuse was gone now, with the depression working against him it was easier for his father’s voice and chiding insults to be the only thing that actually stuck in his mind.

“We want to. Now get your stinky self under some water with some soap,” Fizz said.

Blitz dragged himself off the couch and into the bathroom. It was disgusting, with bits of hair still clinging to the sink and counter from where Loona had last given herself a trim. Dried blood stained the bottom of the bath from the last mission that Blitz had actually managed to make himself go on. He knew that room needed cleaning too, but he wasn’t going to say anything about that when he already felt as though he was taking advantage of the imp he could argue was his only friend in the entire world.

He turned the water on as hot as it would go and then stepped into the tub. It beat down on him with frigid temperatures in the beginning before it shifted warmer and warmer, past the point of being pleasant until it was painful once more. He let it wash all of the sweat from nightmares and panic attacks off of his body until he felt a bit more human. He put a dollop of soap into his hand after what must have been fifteen minutes and then began to spread the frothing mixture over his body.

When he had finished, he rinsed himself properly and stepped out. He was moving on autopilot as he walked to the counter, barely even registering the fluffy white robe, which was badly in need of a wash itself, around his body. He swept the hair on the counter into his hand and then dumped it into the almost overflowing trash before he rinsed the remainder of it down the sink. He grabbed the cream that he used on his old burn scars and smeared it over the affected skin, which eased the creaking pain of the warped skin there.

He stepped out of the bathroom and saw what had already been done to it. The clothing had been picked up and was now nowhere to be seen, outside of the outfit that was laying neatly folded on the couch alongside a stack of bedding. The kitchen had all the dishes cleaned and put in the cupboards, based off the way that the smell was gone and how the mug cupboard was slightly open. The floor had been swept and spot-mopped, now devoid of spots from liquor being sloshed around and dust bunnies. Fizz had taken a damp cloth to all of his pictures so that they were bright with the lack of dust.

The aforementioned imp was standing right in front of the pictures. He realized that the shower had shut off and the door had opened after a minute and turned towards his friend. “Hey, we found something that didn’t look dirty and left it for you on the couch, hope it’s comfy. Ozzie just popped downstairs to run some laundry so that you have something clean to sleep on tonight. Do you really live with two people in a one bedroom apartment?”

“Before I opened IMP and we got it off the ground we didn’t have enough money for any place bigger. I adopted Loona when I still lived here,” he explained it vaguely and badly, trying to figure everything out. He wasn’t sure that his apartment had looked as good as it did in that moment ever since he had moved in.

“I can help you do apartment applications and look for something bigger if you want. You deserve to sleep on something that’s not the couch, Blitz,” Fizz said softly. “Also, you have jack shit in your pantry or fridge.”

“We usually have take out or order something in,” Blitz shrugged. “I made pancakes three days ago.”

Fizz gave him a worried look and then asked if the reason that he was still living in a one bedroom apartment was because he didn’t have the energy or ability to budget properly. Quietly, he admitted, “I actually had to have Ozzie help me hire an accountant when I met him and found out that Mammon was underpaying me and fucking up my finances so that he could launder money through me. I couldn’t read the numbers or understand what they were supposed to look like so I hadn’t noticed anything weird.”

“I know how to run a business, I did most of the shit for the circus when Dad was too out of his mind on booze or whatever else he had gotten to do any of the paperwork,” Blitz grumbled. Fizz had a point when he mentioned Blitz being too tired to get his affairs in order. It was harder work running around in the human world and killing people that someone might think, and then that compounded with the fact that he was doing all the paperwork on his own instead of sourcing it out to his employees meant that he was usually too tired to make food or clean well when he came home.

“Let me help you, Blitz. Let’s look for an apartment and get you into a healthy routine so that you don’t end up this exhausted again, alright? Now I’m going to order us some munchies while we have a little chat,” Fizz pulled his phone out of his pocket. The glowing of the screen meshed with the glowing of his prosthetics in a way that made Blitz’s good eye hurt, so he turned away.

He walked to the couch and then picked up the clothing that had been left for him. He disappeared back into the bathroom so he could finish drying off and then get dressed. They had saved him a pair of boxers that he knew for certain were clean, as well as a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt with more holes than seams. It had a cute horse on the front, though, so Blitz had never been able to get himself to the point of throwing it out.

Once he was dressed, he walked over the stack of bedding to see that it was actually just the physical pieces with none of the covers. The duvet that he had lost beneath the TV when M&M came over the last time sat folded on top of two pillows. “Did you vacuum my couch?” he asked, a bit flabbergasted that his childhood friend had gone that far to take care of him when he had nothing to offer in reply.

Fizz gave him a look, “Of course I did. I don’t think that someone our age should be sleeping on a couch instead of a bed, but if you’re going to do it anyway then you at least deserve to have it be clean.”

What he was saying made sense, even if Blitz had never had those thoughts himself. He nodded his head as he made his way over to the bar stools on the other side of the counter from his childhood best friend. “I promise that I do usually clean more than this,” Blitz mumbled.

“Blitz, something obviously happened. I’m not judging you for not keeping your apartment glitteringly clean. I’m worried about you and I thought that having a clean space would help you get out of your thoughts. It helped me when I was in recovery,” Fizz shrugged.

At the mention of the fire, Blitz felt his heart jump into his throat. He had spent so long fighting off panic attacks at those memories that it was hard to get out of the habit even with all the work he had been doing to recover from it. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the ash that his parent’s caravan had turned into, his mother’s necklace singed but also the only thing that made it out. That was what had haunted him most, along with the memories of puss filled burns and aching pain that just wouldn’t go away. When he thought about Fizz in the context of the fire, he saw his best friend’s flesh melting away from his arm and then how small the other circus imp had looked layin gin his bed.

“It did?” he finally managed to get out.

“Yeah, it did. I’m gonna talk a bit more about it, but I want you to put both your hands on the counter and then breathe evenly. This is good exposure therapy for us both,” he advised.

Blitz did as he was asked and immediately began to feel more secure and grounded. The cold of the countertop leeched into his sweaty, warm palms so that he could focus on something other than the way that his stomach and throat were clenching around nothing. He took the deep breaths that Fizz had advised, in through his mouth and then slowly out through his nose. He could feel the way that the anxiety was prickling in the back of his mind and down his back, but it no longer felt like it was trying to eat him whole.

“I spent a while in a medically induced coma after I was brought to the hospital. It was easier for my body to adjust to the treatments and the fact that I had four less limbs. By the time that I woke up, my room was so fucking crowded with medical devices. I felt tiny under it all, especially with the fact that the lights hung down from the ceiling for some reason in that place,” Fizz explained. “But eventually they got taken away and it was nice to have my own space. People from the circus stopped by a lot, to give my cards and little get well soon presents. That’s when I kept expecting you to show up, because they all were so I figured that you had to know that I was awake.”

“I… can I explain myself too?” Blitz asked, staring down at the swirling marble of the countertop before he forced himself to meet Fizz’s eyes.

“Please do,” Fizz replied. He turned around and got a saucepan from one of the bottom cupboards before he filled it up with water. It was oddly domestic to see his best friend find everything that he needed in Blitz’s house, as if they had been living together or visiting each other the entire fifteen years that the misunderstanding had lasted.

“I came to see you right after the fire. I had burns, so they kept me in for a week or something until I could bandage all the shit on my own,” he said. He could feel the stinging, tingling sensations around where his burns were, as if his body were bringing back the pain he had felt all those years ago. “I tried to visit you when you were in the coma but Dad said that you wouldn’t want to see me. Told me that the fire was all my fault and you wouldn’t want to see the person that had ruined your whole career.”

“You didn’t ruin my whole career. Even the humans have managed to figure out how to make pretty decent prosthetics. Ozzie showed up and got me set up fairly quickly, thanks to the Circus Protection Act that Lucifer put in place,” Fizz shrugged. The way that he spoke so easily about politics was another sign that he had been given the chance to learn and educate himself, a chance that Blitz hadn’t gotten.

He did know what the CPA was, of course, everyone that was in their circus did. Lucifer had fallen and been taken in by the circus that Blitz and Fizz had belonged to, funnily enough, so he had passed a law saying any member of the royal family was obligated to help a circus member if they requested it. Blitz guessed that Cash was actually the person that called in that favor so that he could return his money maker back to the state he needed to be in to perform.

“But anyway,” Fizz continued. “I had to stay in the hospital for a long time, through the burn treatments over my entire body and then the physical therapy and then the adjustment with the artificial limbs. Eventually all those gifts start to pile up and get in the way. I had a pile of stuffed animals in the corner of my hospital room that was so covered in dust that they were almost entirely gray and the staff had to take them away as a health hazard. My clothes stuck out of the drawers because I had to have shirts and pants that I could wear with and without the prosthetics. I had letters and cards and notes all over my walls, so it kind of felt like people were staring at me as I slept.”

“I wish I could have seen it. I would have helped you,” Blitz promised. He would have much rather stuck around Saint An’s in Sloth, where Fizz and many of the other circus imps had been taken after the fire, than what had actually happened to him. He would have taken a thousand more sour memories than remember the way that his stomach ached because the only thing that he could find to eat was lemons that he could steal off trees that hung too far over the fences around their orchards. Perhaps that was another reason that he indulged in foods that were less than good for him, but he didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Despite how bad it fucked me up to have all that shit hanging up in my space, I wish that you had been there and contributed to it too,” Fizz said. “But anyway, I was getting towards the end of my treatment. I had the permanent installers in so I was just working out how to pop them on and off when I needed it. I took all the papers down and put them in a box, I got rid of all the clothing that I wasn’t going to need anymore because there were plenty of other amputees in my ward that needed them. The last month I spent in that place was the best I had ever spent because I was a) leaving and b) had space to breath again. Clean was nice, but decluttered was even better.”

“I guess I can see what you mean,” Blitz commented as he turned his head to look back at his apartment. The space was tiny, which had been fine when it was only him because it reminded him of the caravans and tents that he had grown up in. The couch was only about a yard away from the breakfast bar, which meant that someone couldn’t get through that space if someone was actually sitting in the chairs. He could reach the entertainment center with his toes without removing his back from the couch, too. It looked a lot bigger since Ozzie had taken the pile of clothes down to the washer, but that space would be cluttered up again even if he folded them this time.

“I think you’re right, I do need a bigger apartment.”

“I’m so glad that we finally agree on something other than your sex life,” Fizz grinned. The air between them got sticky and uncomfortable as all the memories of what had happened on the Full Moon came rushing back to Blitz at once. The topic was dropped immediately, because Fizz knew Blitz even after all the time they had spent apart and was good at taking care of him.

Their food came and they ate on the couch while watching some shitty reality TV show about sinners trying to win their souls back by doing increasingly strange and dangerous tasks. Ozzie eventually joined them, lazing about on the floor as he folded all of the clean laundry that he had brought up with them. No one asked him why he had been in such a funk or why his apartment had been a mess, they just kept him company and made him feel better.

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That trend continued during the following months. Every Tuesday evening, Blitz went to hang out with Fizz and Ozzie in Lust or they came up to Pride to spend the evening with him. They would watch shitty movies, play board games that made everyone yell good naturedly or laugh until they were crying. Sometimes, when they were really tired, they would just sit amongst each other and endlessly scroll through social media. Ozzie hated the fact that Fizz and Blitz sent each other posts when they were sitting less than three feet apart, but it made them both laugh.

Blitz had never expected that his life would lead to that point, especially not after what had happened during the last time that he’d touched the grimoire. It ended up being in the best interest for his company as the book had to have someone to activate it and deactivate it, which meant that they were usually at the whim of Loona. A lot of things had changed in his company, but it was for the better. Blitz and Millie handled a lot of the hits where they were given the proper name, description, and location of the victim while Moxxie went out and handled the ones that involved investigation. He had also dolled out the paperwork to them, at least the things that they had to file concerning the individual cases. He still handled the pay stubs, rent, and taxes for the corporation. Loona seemed to be doing better too, she had eased up on her insults and cruelty all around so that she just seemed generally annoyed at her coworkers antics. It may have been the fact that she only had to take the information from their clients instead of making small talk with them, but it could have also been the fact that Blitz wasn’t home as much anymore.

It hurt him that the daughter he had poured his entire heart into didn’t seem to enjoy his company but he knew that wasn’t how it worked. He had hated his own father so much that it felt like it was going to consume him in a blind rage. He may have adopted Loona and provided for her, as any self respecting parent should do, but he wasn’t there when she was growing up. They were more roomates that barely tolerated each other then father-daughter like he had wanted. Still, she was helping him look for other apartments that they could move to so they weren’t on top of each other like they were in their current one.

It was Tuesday, which meant that after a long day at work Blitz was finally heading to the one thing that he looked forward to all week. It was easier to ignore the voices in his head when he had something that he could rely on again, which was part of the reason that it had felt so jarring when Stolas suddenly decided to flip their entire deal on its head. He had never done very well with his routines changing, he had always assumed it had something to do with the chaos of his childhood and needing to control everything that went around him.

He typed in his special code to the Lust palace’s gate and then drove through when the doors swung open. He parked in front of the steps and then nearly skipped up the steps so that he could enter. Ozzie and Fizz were already going to be preparing for him to get up to the penthouse, that was why he had a specialized code instead of the same one that all the servants and staff had. He made his way through the halls, around all of the succubus and imps that were busying themselves with their work. He arrived at the penthouse after inserting the security key into the elevator.

“Blitz!” Fizz shrieked when the ‘ding’ of the elevator alerted the entire penthouse to his apartment. He flung himself from the draped silks on the ceiling so that he was in front of his friend He wrapped the other man up in a hug, his arms extending so that it was more of a cocoon than a hug that Blitz could return.

He spun away and then dragged his friend in through the apartment. They spent the beginning half of the evening stressing Ozzie out while they tried to make pizza. They hadn’t even decided that they were making the dough themselves like they had joked about a month ago when they had come up with the plan. The food ended up burnt on one side and overloaded with the toppings that had almost turned into a food fight, but that was what made it so good. Blitz was slowly discovering how much better it was to eat something that he had made instead of something that he had ordered from another fast food joint.

He and Fizz were perched on the counter while Ozzie hummed to himself while tidying up his kitchen. When the sin had finished loading the dishwasher and leaned into the space next to Fizz, they shared a look with each other. They did that a lot, which was why Blitz didn’t think anything of it in the beginning. A spike of panic rushed through him when Fizz said, “Hey, Blitz? Can I ask you something?”

“You just did, Roly-poly,” he answered. It was a nickname that he had used constantly when they were children because the ‘z’ sound had been rather hard for him before he turned six. It wasn’t something that he had used since they had reconnected, so it felt a bit like a cheap shot to pull it out now when his friend was trying to seriously ask him something.

“What happened after that date you had with Stolas? What did he do that made you so upset?” Fizz asked. When there was a beat of silence longer than a breath, he glanced at Ozzie and continued nervously, “I mean, you were so excited when you came to get the toys from us. You custom bought him a bunch of shit and knew exactly what he liked so I know that the two of you had been involved with each other for a while. Oz tried to reach out but what he got back was really weird.”

Anger flared up inside of him like it so often did. The mental image of Stolas saying something defamatory or warped shot through his mind like a bullet. “What did that bird fucker tell you guys I did? Cause I can almost guarantee you that’s not what happened.”

“How about you tell us what happened first and then we’ll figure it out, yeah?” Ozzie asked. He was so good at saying something in that level, calm voice that made Blitz feel like everything was going to be alright. The only other person that had been able to do that was his mother and he was fairly certain that was because she wasn’t entirely Impish.

He sighed as he leaned back against the counter, trying to get all his thoughts in line. The anger at the idea of Stolas talking about him after he was the one to break it off was still boiling in Blitz’s gut. “I went over there like I do every full moon and he fucking told me that he was gonna take his book away forever so that I couldn’t do my goddamn job anymore. He was saying all this shit about how what we were doing wasn’t right and how he didn’t want it anymore and then he showed the crystal to me. He just tried to fuse the fucking thing onto my sleeves without asking me and started to fucking walk off. I tried to get him to stop and listen to me for a single goddamn second but he didn’t because he never fucking does. The guy is such a fucking royal prick like all the other powerful overlords and princess and shit! No offense, Ozzie,” he quickly tacked the last sentence onto the end when he realized that it might make the Sin angry.

“I understand, I’ve seen the way that other people act towards demons they view as beneath them,” Ozzie replied with a shrug. His hair was flickering white and pink at the end, the full head of fire instead of the succubus form that he had been in when they spent their first Tuesday together.

“What do you mean about the crystal and the book? I know that you needed the crystal so that you could work but I didn’t think that any of that was going to be related to Stolas,” Fizz commented. He put the crust of his pizza, which was almost entirely black with how charred it was, down on the plate next to him.

Blitz rolled his eyes and sighed, “We had this deal or something. I would come fuck him six ways from Holy Sunday every full moon and in turn he let me use the fancy ass book he has that lets us up onto the surface. It was gross and weird but it was the only way that I could run my business, so you’ve gotta do what you gotta do.”

Ozzie slammed his fist down onto the countertop as his hair flamed bright white, to the point where it actually hurt to look at. “‘No never that’ my goddamn ass!” he swore. He then calmed back down and apologized for the outburst, “It’s just that Stolas and I had this conversation about love and lust when he came to ask me for the crystal. I made it perfectly fucking clear what my stances on love potions and roofies are, they’re not real to the craft and it’s fucking weird that humans made them in the first place. He told me that he agreed with me and then it turns out that he’s been coercing you into sex for what, a fucking year? I’m beginning to hate this owl more than you do.”

“Coercing me? You don’t mean like… rape, right?” Blitz laughed nervously. He had never considered his deal to be anything like that but Fizz was frozen next to him and Ozzie was so upset.

“That’s exactly what I mean. I was talking to him about the fact that lust isn’t something that you can force or drag out of someone. That’s why my people spend so much time up on the human world, they have to seduce their prey to be able to feed into the Sin in Hell. Heaven may be a corrupt bunch of bastards but even they understand the difference between sex and rape,” Ozzie huffed.

“Babe, I got this,” Fizz said quickly. It was obvious that they knew each other well enough to tell when the other person was too angry to be coherent, which was what was happening now.

Blitz put his food down next to him, his stomach now roiling with nerves about what was going to be said during their next conversation. He twisted his hands in his lap before Fizz reached over and threaded their fingers together. “Blitz, rape isn’t just something that can be done on women from men, you know that, right?”

“Of course I do. Women can be just as shitty as men can. I’m not a human, I believe in gender equality and all that shit,” Blitz huffed. “What does this have to do with me and Stolas?”

“So I know that the book was his in the first place and you probably stole it because you still all the shit that you want and can’t buy, but what he did to you was called quid pro quo rape. He held something over your head in exchange for sex,” Fizz said.

“I… he could have just taken it back, he was doing me a favor by trying to get something in return for lending me his book,” Blitz argued. He could feel feather fingers grasping to his skin and words murmured into his ears like he was wrapped up in the silky bedsheets all over again.

“Remember to breathe, friend,” Ozzie said. His deep voice rumbled through Blitz like the engine of a car and settled deep into his bones so that he relaxed against the counters again. There was no demeaning nickname that he had already refused, no flirting, nothing but the calm reminder that he should be sucking air into his lungs.

“What he did to you was quid pro quo rape with extra steps. Yes, you took his book and that is illegal but he should have simply pressed charges against you like any other Goetia would have. None of them even think twice before they call the fuzz because they’re all so rich that they’ve never had to be on the wrong end of a gun before. It was wrong of him to hold something like that over your head,” Fizz shook his head.

“Tagging in, love,” Ozzie said. He leaned down so that the duo could nuzzle each other. It was clear that they were both very upset by what they were talking about, which was making Blitz feel even worse. They should have been having a fun night while eating pizza, not talking about whatever this was.

“I don’t really understand what quid pro quo rape or whatever means,” Blitz mumbled.

“Quid pro quo rape is when someone in a place of power over the victim tries to hold something above their head to get sex. This thing can be a promotion, their paycheck, housing, or even transportation. The fact that Stolas took the one thing that you definitively needed to be able to do your job and threatened to take it away unless you had sex with him made it rape,” Ozzie explained.

Blitz slid off of the counter, hitting the ground with bent knees so that he could absorb the shock of the hit. He then began to pace around the island, wringing his hands and trying to remember how to breathe like Fizz had showed him to when they first really reconnected. “But-but I kept going back! When someone rapes you, you don’t consent. You give explicit un-consent or never given consent in the first place. I gave consent every time I showed up at his palace, and most of the time I was the one topping! How can it have been rape if he wasn’t holding me down and I never said no?”

“It was rape because you did not give informed, willing, and enthusiastic consent,” Ozzie said. He sat down on the floor with his legs crossed, next to the counter. It let Blitz continue to walk around in a circle around him while he thought. “Just because you kept going back or walking into that situation didn’t make it not rape, just like returning home to an abusive partner doesn’t make it not abuse.”

“I think it might be good if you talked with a therapist about this, Blitz. A real one, not one of the cheap ones from Greed that tells you you’re a piece of shit and then takes all your money. I can help you get into the clinic that I went to after the accident so you can shop around for one that you feel comfortable with,” Fizz suggested.

It felt like everything that had just been piled on top of him was slowly washing away. They made sure that he was okay and then moved to the living room where they all sat in a heap on the couch, watching dumb horse movies that were streaming. Their touch hurt in the beginning, but as soon as he felt that it was staying on his back or his shoulders instead of moving elsewhere he relaxed significantly. It was nice to be held by people that cared about him but didn’t have to, not like his employees and adoptive daughter did.

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Fizz had been right about therapy, but that wasn’t a big shock. Blitz had gone to the clinic with him and then had a half hour session with a therapist that felt a little off. He had made an appointment with another and then exchanged some emails that felt promising, which made their first session a wonderful experience. The therapist was kind and compassionate, listening to what he had to say and then parsing through the bullshit that he left in so that he didn’t feel so vulnerable about spilling his guts to someone that was basically a stranger.

They worked through a lot in the beginning six months that he was going there. They discussed what had happened with Stolas and why it was so wrong. Blitz was affirmed in his uncomfortableness with the pet names that centered around his race, in the fact that he had told Stolas multiple times not to make sexual advances on him and yet was ignored, and the fact that he should never have been put in that situation in the first place. The therapist had reiterated what Fizz and Ozzie had already told him. That while Blitz had burglarized the Goetia, that gave Stolas no right to hold the livelihoods of Blitz, his employees, and his daughter over his head in exchange for sex that Blitz didn’t want to have in the first place. The therapist even assured him that just because he had initiated the act of sex the first time that they had interacted as adults, that didn’t mean that he had been asking for those horrific things to be done to him.

It was cathartic to hear someone say those things to him. He had never realized how much it bothered him to be referred to as a plaything or have his wishes disrespected at every twist and turn until it was staring him in the face. Not only did she give him the sense of validation that he needed, but she also provided him to deal with the memories and issues that he had gotten from the relationship that he’d had with Stolas. He found that after realizing he had been abused, he had swung the opposite way than he normally was and found touch repulsive. The therapist had coached him through the feeling and affirmed that he had a right to his own body and his consent needed to be heeded. Afterwards, he found it easy to cuddle up to Fizz and Ozzie during their normal times together or lay beside M&M when they were on missions.

Other things had changed in his life as well. The business was still running smoothly, especially since they had now all adjusted to the way that things worked. They had even hired Millie’s sister Sallie May, who was very good at blending in with humans when it was her turn to use the crystal and even better at convincing the sinners to fork over more money than they would have originally. She ended up being in charge of the desk while Loona sought work elsewhere.

She was still living with Blitz and it seemed like the distance in their apartment was beginning to do wonders for their relationship. They both had their own rooms and bathrooms, though Loona’s technically also functioned as the guest bathroom. The living room was a place that they could go if they wanted to hang out together instead of it feeling as though she were invading Blitz’s room since that was where he always was. The two of them had a little routine now, where Blitz would come home and ask her about her day while they were cooking. She would tell him and then he would relax while she cleaned up, before they both settled down onto the couch to watch shitty TV and scream at baking show contestants. He had thought about proposing therapy to her as well, but it seemed like it would disrupt the delicate balance that they had. He was beginning to learn just how badly his own father had fucked him up and how that reflected in his helicopter parenting, so he was sure his own therapy was helping them already.

The only night that he didn’t spend with his daughter every week was Tuesday, because that was the time he spent with Fizz and Ozzie. They had only ever skipped the week that Blitz and Loona were moving since the duo was so exhausted that neither wanted to go anywhere. Things had changed a little bit, with Loona coming to watch some of the movies they put on or eating with them when they were over at Blitz’s apartment. She seemed to like the fact that she could bring over her partner without worrying about Blitz’s reaction since he would be away on those nights.

Today was one such day and one that he had been both dreading and majorly looking forward to. He had already discussed whether or not he should do it with his therapist and she had advised him to go through with it if he was sure that he felt comfortable. She had reminded him that he knew his body and wants best, so he was going to be able to decide what was best for him.

He hadn’t thought that making a joke about having a threesome with his best friends would end up actually getting him invited into their bed, but there he was. They had already messaged him throughout the day to remind him of the system that they had and negotiate the terms of the scene. Each of them had a stoplight system for what they wanted to do, green for things that actively turned them on, yellow for things that they would do for other people but didn’t necessarily get them off, and red for things they absolutely would not do.

Blitz rolled those things over and over in his head as he drove towards Lust just to keep his nerves settled down. He had taken care of his urges in the entire year that had passed during his recovery, but this would be the first time he had sex since then. He breathed the words allowed as he tried to remember everything that the others had told him. He knew that Fizz liked the scene to be kept light and not too intense, didn’t like to be tied up so that he couldn’t use his limbs, and really enjoyed it when people vocalized what they did and didn’t like while he was doing it. He knew that Ozzie was up for just about anything but really liked being called ‘daddy’ and that his only ick was people trying to have sex with him because they wanted something from him instead of having sex for the sake of sex.

Blitz, in turn, had realized that he had no idea what he did like and what he was just willing to do because his partner liked it. He knew that he didn’t like being come on to when the flirting wasn’t mutual, wanted the consent to be explicit, and didn’t want to be demeaned in the slightest. He had been able to tell the other two that he had liked being cared for, the way that Verosika had but without the resentment that she had carried because she hadn’t communicated what she wanted to him. Fizz and Ozzie had come up with a plan for him, something that he had agreed to with the promise that he could stop it and say that he didn’t like something at any time.

So he typed in his passcode to the gate outside of the Lust palace, parked his car outside the door, and then traveled up to the penthouse apartment with the key in the elevator. When the door opened, Fizz was right there to greet him with a kiss on his cheek and a promise, “I can see that you’re nervous, Blitz. If you don’t want to have sex or having a planned scene is too triggering for you then there’s no shame or punishment for opting out. We’ll just pop in a movie and threaten to burn down the kitchen like we always do.”

“No, I want to do this,” Blitz said. “I miss being able to get my dick wet and I want to have fun with you guys.” He didn’t mention the part about being in love with Fizz since they were thirteen, nor did he mention the fact that he had a massive crush on Ozzie. He had worked really hard to get to the point where he could even have a casually sexual relationship, a romantic relationship still felt like a lot.

“If you’re sure. We’re gonna check on you a lot during the scene, so if you feel like you need to stop you can tell us the or any other time you feel like you need to,” Fizz said. He was speaking softly, which made the rasp in his voice so smooth that he almost sounded like he had before the fire.

Fizz reached out and took Blitz’s hand, threading their fingers together so that they could walk through the penthouse to the bedroom. It felt like the fire had never happened, that this was what Blitz’s life should have been. He knew that it wasn’t, and he had traveled a much harder road to get there, but he was so happy that he had gotten it at all.

The bedroom had soothing blue and pink lights around the walls instead of the overly bright overhead lights, which helped the pain that Blitz was having in his bad eye. Ozzie was sitting on the edge of the bed in his succubus form so that he was actually a good size to have sex with beings that were about a fourth of his height. Fizz had revealed that even in that form his cock was fucking massive, but it was much easier to take than when he was in his full sin form.

“There’s the man of the hour. How are you feeling, Blitz?” Ozzie asked as he stood from the bed.

“Nervous, but good. I brought some toys that I think can keep you both entertained,” he grinned as he began to root around in his bag.

Fizz placed his hand over Blitz’s arm to get the movement to stop and then shook his head. “We’re having sex because we all want to, not because we’re expecting you to perform a service for us. Plus, you’re literally in the home of the embodiment of Lust. We have all the tools that we need to make you feel special,” he ran one of his robotic fingers down the side of Blitz’s face so that it traced his jawline and then trailed slowly down his neck.

It made him shiver and his mouth fill with saliva, arousal already pooling in his stomach. “Shit, that feels so much better than feathers,” he whispered. He then grimaced and said, “I want that to be the last time that I think about Stolas tonight.”

“We can do that. Do we need to go over safewords and limits again?” Ozzie asked with a small chuckle.

“I had my screen reader say them over and over again on the drive over here, I’m good,” Blitz shook his head.

The other two members of the scene glanced at each other before they turned back to Blitz, “Then we should get this started.”

Fizz placed his hands on Blitz’s hips to tug the other imp a bit closer to them, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. It stayed as their lips dancing together for thirty seconds, before Fizz’s tongue brushed against Blitz’s lips and then his mouth fell open. They grew more heated from there, their lips pressed against each other so hard that they were bound to bruise while teeth nipped at skin and tongues danced together. Blitz was drowning in the taste of his best friend and gasping as he felt hands traveling around his body.

Fizz had held his hips while they were beginning their kiss, but moved on as things became more heated. They traveled first down from his waist to the bottom of his hips, thumbs playing with the leather of his belt. Curious fingers them dipped underneath his shirt and traveled over the cars that littered his stomach and chest until they found his nipples. Fizz tweaked the one on the right between his thumb and forefinger while he gently brushed over the other one.

Eventually they had to break the kiss so that they could both get in a good breath. Fizz used the moment that they were no longer connected to remove the taller imp’s shirt, being careful of his horns as he tossed the garment down onto the bed. “Come and let us treasure you, Blitz,” Fizz said as he stepped back towards the bed. His robotic arms stretched so that they dragged the other man slowly after him.

He didn’t really need a lot of coaxing as he felt the presence of the Sin of Lust behind him, warm and somehow comforting. He leaned back into it with every step forward towards the bed that he took. The three of them clambered in a mess of limbs and a few stolen kiss back onto the bed. Fizz scooted away from them as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing more of the mixed red and white skin as he did so. Ozzie had already removed everything but his lacy black panties and corset while the other two were involved with each other, leaving Blitz the most clothed person on the bed.

Ozzie folded his legs loosely behind him and then pulled Blitz up into his lap, strong arms wrapped around his waist. “You’re so handsome and strong, Blitz,” he commented as he pressed a kiss to the old scar on his shoulder and then another underneath his jaw. He took a bit of the flesh into his mouth and bit down hard on it, sucking and rolling it between his teeth so that it would bruise and prove that the session had happened for days to come.

Fizz kicked his skirt and shirt off the bed, leaving himself in nothing. Apparently clothing got really overwhelming for the imp, with the addition of his limbs giving him sensational overload more often than he had before the accident. He went without undergarments fairly often, when he thought that he wasn’t going out of the house, and finding out that information had drive Blitz absolutely insane.

It was no different in that current moment, watching the silky material of the green skirt fall off his body and reveal his genitals. Like all imps, Fizz was a complete hermaphrodite. He had an erect cock that was pressed up against the lower half of his abdomen, a pretty sick inches long while one inch in diameter. Underneath that was a slick set of folds covered in course black hair, promising something tantalizing if only someone would delve into it to see what it was.

“Doesn’t he look just delicious? I want you to take in every bit of it because we have a surprise for you,” Ozzie purred into his ear. The Sin’s hands traveled down the imp’s body so that they reached the belt just as Fizz’s had done earlier. He pulled at the buckle and then got the leather to slip through the cloth belt loops so that he could discard it down to the side.

Fizz leaned back against the bed and let his mechanical fingers brush over his skin as they traveled down to his cock and cunt, teasing himself by touching only the parts of his body that still had feeling. Ozzie mimicked the motions on Blitz’s body so it almost felt like he was watching himself in a mirror, an idea that made him painfully hard in his pants. He was going to have to explore that later, but the only thing he could think of in that present moment was the fact that Ozzie’s hands were beginning to play with the cloth of his pants and underwear.

He gasped when he felt fingers slip underneath the material of his jeans and then his boxers following shortly suit. They pushed the fabric down until it got caught on the globes of his ass, causing him to wiggle back against Ozzie’s hard cock. He whined and gasped as he felt the member brush against his own swollen cunt, reminding him just how horny he was. Masturbation was a great way for him to deal with a lot of his feelings, but it didn’t resolve quite as many of them as he had hoped.

“Are you going to stay dressed this whole time?” Blitz pretended to complain. He liked being able to feel the cool metal of the corset rings and the silky material of the corset itself and the panties.

“I get undressed when Fizz asks me to and not before then,” Ozzie rumbled. He let his hands continued to do whatever they wanted, skating down Blitz’s heated skin until they reached his genitals. He brushed his fingers over the edge of his cock, barely teasing it before he reached the slick material of his cunt. He brushed his fingers up and down the folds, content with teasing him for a while before he finally let them breach the hot warmth and slide all the way in. Once he had done that, he just let them sit there while they watched Fizz.

The other imp was mewling into his hand as he wrapped one of his robotic hands around his cock and began to thrust into it. “Shit, Oz, you look so good when you pleasure him. I bet you wish that you could see Blitz’s face right now, it’s fucking heavenly,” he moaned. He then removed his hand from his cock right as pearly white precum began to develop on the tip. “Color?”

“Green, please, so green. I want more, please more, please,” Blitz whimpered. His hips moved on their own as he tried to fuck himself on Ozzie’s thick fingers. He needed to be filled and fucked by something that had a pulse instead of another one of his silicone toys from when he had been enslaved. He needed to override the memories in his mind of something that he hadn’t wanted to do with something that felt so good for everyone involved.

“Do you think that we can move onto the next thing, Froggy?” Ozzie asked. He moved to the other side of Blitz’s head and then began to bit and nip at the skin once more. He was sucking hickies an inch apart from each other like he was a cannibal tantalizing his victim and getting a taste in before he went for the kill.

“I think that he’s ready for it, yeah,” Fizz replied. He shifted so that he was on all fours and then dug into the bedside drawer nearest to him. He pulled out a piece of silky black cloth that would have gone great with a robe for Ozzie’s corset. He crawled forward with the end of the fabric in his mouth, kneeling down in front of Blitz. Ozzie picked the imp up, having removed his fingers in a quick motion that made Blitz let out a sharp moan of surprise. He shifted the taller of his two partners down onto his leg, so Blitz could rub down against him but had nothing inside of him any longer. He then placed the center of the fabric around Blitz’s eyes, over his ears and behind his head. Gentle fingers died it back between the spines on his head and neck, making sure that the knot sat between them in a way that was comfortable.

“A blindfold?” he breathed. He could feel his cunt leaking fluids down onto Ozzie’s lap since he was positioned almost on top of his legs. He really liked the way that he was able to pick up on the sounds of their breathing, hitching with arousal whenever one of them moved in a way that was able to tease their sexes. He could feel the brief touches of robotic and demonic fingers against his skin with so much more sensation now that he wasn’t focusing on the way that it looked as well.

“You seemed to like them when I brought them up to you last time,” Fizz replied. “Color?”

“Green,” he whined. “Can someone put something back in me?”

“You ask so nicely, you’re such a good boy,” Ozzie praised. “What do you think, Fizz?”

“I think that he deserves whatever he asks for, he doesn’t have to earn anything because he’s never been a bad boy before in his life,” Fizz replied matter-of-factly. The praise was doing things to Blitz that Stolas had never been able to do with all of his weird fetishizing comments. It was swirling around in his gut and creating a knot in his throat, but he also felt so insanely good already.

“Unlike you,” Ozzie teased.

“Please,” Blitz whimpered. “Please put something inside me, I’m good.”

He hadn’t even realized that he was going to say that until the words had come tumbling out of his lips. The other two snapped out of their fake squabble and all their attention was back on Blitz. “You are, you’re so good,” Ozzie murmured. His big hands came to rest on Blitz’s body, helping him once again shift.

He wasn’t sure what was going on with the other two, but he felt his hands move down onto the high cotton count bedspread, his calves and knees as well. He felt shocks of happy sensations rush through his body at how soft everything was, elevated by his inability to see it. That feeling was immediately overshadowed when something, what he recognized as a cockhead, brushed against his clit and then down to his hole.

“Please, please, please,” he begged. It felt good to ask for something when he knew that he was going to get it and nothing would come from not being able to complete a request afterwards.

“So good, so good for me,” Ozzie praised. One of his hands came to rest on Blitz’s back to hold him in place while the other was presumably the one that was moving his cock around. He pushed the head through the tight ring of muscles that led into his inner depths, which made Blitz let out a low moan of pleasure.

“Good for us,” Fizz corrected. His hands began to travel all over the imp in front of him, before they settled on his horns. He wrapped his thumb and middle finger around the base and then gently twisted them to the left, then the right. The amount of euphoria that rushed through Blitz from the simple motions would have killed him a year ago when he was so depressed that he could barely even feed himself.

Blitz opened his mouth to thank them but the only thing that was able to come out was a long-drawn out moan. His cunt clenched over and over again as he felt the thick cock behind him sinking down into his body. Ozzie’s balls slapped against the edge of Blitz’s cock as he finally got the last couple of inches in. Blitz had never really considered himself to be a size queen, but he wasn’t sure that anyone else was going to match what the king of Lust was doing to him now, he felt like his guts were being rearranged in the best way possible.

“He’s good, isn’t he? Daddy knows how to make us feel so good,” Fizz teased with that warble in his voice that Blitz had always been so in love with.

“Thank you, thank you!” he mewled as he pushed himself back on the massive member. He was surprised that he hadn’t already creamed himself from only being entered, but he was so glad that he hadn’t.

Ozzie wrapped both of his strong arms around the imp’s waist and lifted him up so that something could happen below him. The sheets rustled as Fizz apparently laid down, because when Blitz was lowered back into the all fours that he had been in before, he was now on top of his best friend.

“Can I take your cock for you, sir?” Fizz joked as he looped one of his legs around Blitz’s hips.

“You’re so dumb and you absolutely fucking can, that cunt looked so good,” Blitz groaned. He would have been happy to just lick at it, or place his head nearby and sniff it while being fucked by the King of Lust behind him. When he felt the warmth of his best friend wrapping tightly around his member, he realized that he wouldn’t have been because this was addictive.

“Just like that, you’re being so good for us,” Ozzie praised as he began a lazy pace. He pulled back just enough that half of his cock remained inside of Blitz before he thrust forward and speared him again, filling him up all the way. Every time that the Sin moved, it would cause Blitz’s own cock to slip from Fizz and then jam back in immediately afterwards. It was an addictive feeling with so much pleasure that he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Just like that, so good for us. You’re so wonderful at this, being so good,” Fizz praised. He made sure not to say anything about how Blitz was making them feel since that was something he had put in the orange zone of his colors, something not quite against but not quite comfortable with either.

Blitz leaned down so that his forehead was resting on what he assumed was Fizz’s shoulders. He could feel the material of the blindfold going damp as tears began to leak from his eyes. “Wait, Oz, stop,” Fizz said quietly. “Blitz, are you okay? I can feel you crying.”

“It’s good, I feel so good, never felt like this before,” he sobbed. “Keep going, please, keep going. I’m good. I’m not lying, I’m feeling so good right now.”

They very slowly began the pace that they had picked up earlier, thrusting in and out of Blitz until they were sure that he was telling the truth and picked back up. If he hadn’t been in the arms of people that he knew for certain loved him, he would have been so embarrassed of the fact that he was crying during sex. He was doing it because he felt like something cherished and special, which he thought was a reason to adore this moment instead of hide from the shame of it.

His mind began to grow hazy and fuzzy in the best way possible. The only thing that he could pay attention to was the moans and whimpers coming from either being wrapped around him, the way that pleasure moved and flowed through his body, and the affirmation of his color that was pouring from his mouth. It was the best thing that he had ever experienced and he felt like he was going to explode when his orgasm finally rushed over him.

Ozzie slammed his hips forward and in turn, shoved Blitz all the way into Fizz’s cunt. He paused when he felt the cunt around him clench down and Blitz whimper with his orgasm. Fizz gasped, “He’s filling me up, holy shit we should milk him next time, he’d like that.”

“Will do, froggy,” Ozzie chuckled. Blitz had already felt him orgasming for a good long while, filling him up with so much cum that he was surprised it wasn’t running down his legs.

“How you doing, Blitz?” Ozzie asked as he reached up and untied the silk blindfold that had been blocking his vision.

“Sleepy, good,” he mumbled. It was like his brain was only capable of producing tiny words instead of the long, coherent sentences that he normally spoke in.

“I think that you got him all the way down into subspace, Oz,” Fizz laughed. “I should have known that your dick was too good.”

“Hush, you,” Ozzie scoffed.

Both of them slipped off of the bed, the sin easily reaching for Blitz and picking him up in his arms. The hazy clouds were beginning to dissipate the longer that he was no longer being fucked like that, but it was still like he had been dropped into the center of Heaven. They brought him to the bathroom and the submerged him into the warm water of the tub. He knew that he was in there long enough for all three of them to get clean, before he was walked to the bedroom and dressed in a comfortable pair of cotton pajamas.

“Drink some of this for me, please,” Ozzie said softly as he brought a waterbottle to Blitz’s lips. He drank about half of it in the small sips that Ozzie would allow. Once he had finished it, he took the peanut butter cracker that Fizz offered him and easily got it down.

Never in his life had he ever felt this good, and he wanted to remember what it was like to be cherished and cared for over and over again.

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royalvelvette · 10 months ago

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and love will bring us freedom

Read on Ao3 (or reread part 1 on tumblr)

Rating: M

Characters: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Mammon, Fizzarolli, Niffty, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Husk, Cherri Bomb Mentioned: Glitz, Glam, Loona, Vortex, Lucifer Morningstar, Sir Pentious

Warnings: Canon Typical Language, Minor Violence (not on purpose), Mammon's Canon Treatment of Fizzarolli, Not Beta Read or Edited

Word Count: 2222

The robo-fizz advertisements passed in something of a blur. Charlie distracted herself by explaining more about the pageant itself – anything to not pay attention to the way Mammon was currently talking about how you could fuck the Fizzbots. Vaggie’s hand was a familiar weight on her knee, keeping her from growling at the tv or accidentally hitting Cherri with a too-emphatic gesture.

“-so they show off some clown skills first – stuff like juggling and balloon animals, y’know? And then there’ll be an intermission for us when the in person meet and greet is happening, then there’s some more... general performing. Singing, dancing, acting – really anything-”

Vaggie squeezed her thigh, and Charlie took a breath. “It’s cool,” she finishes lamely. “Fizz always does a big musical number, you’ll love it.”

Angel tilted his head up to look at her. “You sure you ain’t just sayin’ that ‘cause you like singin’ and dancin’?”

“Watch it,” Vaggie snapped.

“It’s okay,” Charlie said. “I mean, Fizz has won the last ten years running, so it isn’t just me, but you’re probably... not wrong that I’m biased.”

Alastor half-tuned out the conversation happening beside him. He was watching the picture show intently – more specifically, he was watching the Mammon and Fizzarolli now on screen. The distasteful advertisements were almost at an end, for certain, as these two iterations seemed more recent.

“There’s a Fizzy for every occasion!” Mammon shouted, gesturing widely. “All thanks to my old brand, Fizzy!”

Fizzarolli was dragged against Mammon’s side. He covered his discomfort remarkably well, but the subtle wince – something Alastor was intimately familiar with, whenever somebody touched him – belied his true feelings. His antlers were beginning to hurt.

“That’s me, folks!” Fizzarolli said, better at keeping the discomfort from his voice than his body. “And the Fizzies’ll keep coming, unless you think you can beat me-

“At Mammon’s Annual Clown Pageant!” Mammon cut in at the same time as Fizzarolli.

Alastor lifted his lip. Perhaps now, it wasn’t quite so shocking for Charlie to be unable to hide her dislike of Mammon. Alastor had no idea who Fizzarolli was, until this day, and yet... something about Mammon’s treatment of the jester set every nerve on edge. The manhandling, especially.

Niffty began to wiggle on her perch beside his head when the prices finally faded from the screen, overtaken what was presumably a live broadcast directly from the Greed ring. Mammon, of course, was front and centre. How... distasteful.

Niffty knew she was going to be in trouble later, swinging her legs and rocking so close to Alastor – it was just so hard to sit still when there was such a delectable bad boy right in front of her! An actual bad boy, too, one even Miss Charlie didn’t like! One who wasn’t secretly lame, like the snake guy or Lucifer, either!

(Lucifer being so... like that had been the only unpleasant discovery ever since he moved in. He was the king of hell! He should have been the ultimate bad boy! Instead, he was even lamer than Pentious had been. Almost as pathetic as that stupid TV head guy who used to follow Alastor around like a puppy, urgh, saved only by the fact he was leagues more powerful.)

Though... Mammon did violate one of the rules Alastor had given her, when he first brought her to the hotel. Upsetting Charlie was a no-no, no matter how many funny colours she turned or how spiky Vaggie got. It was really the only new rule she had gotten, so it had to be extra important. Did that mean Mammon was off limits?

Niffty pouted, legs stilling. Of course, the only real bad boy in the entire place, and he was somewhere Niffty couldn’t even go and not someone Alastor would approve of. Ugh.

One thing Mammon had always been good at, for as long as Charlie had known him, was showmanship. He’d used it to great effect when she was young, enchanting her with simple magic tricks and silly songs and dances, announcing everything with so much aplomb that Charlie had been practically begging to eat all the vegetables on her plate at family dinners.

That very same showmanship was on full display as Mammon introduced the contestants for this years pageant. The first four, even with Mammon hyping them up (he always did this, always, like any of them actually had a shot against Fizz – none of them did and he knew it, because he was the one who trained Fizz) passed her by quickly – though she did hear Cherri snort when Pierrot was introduced.

It was the duo, introduced just before Fizzarolli, that made Charlie nervous. There was a sort of... easy confidence to them, and they definitely had the whole ‘please step on me’ vibe down – that would definitely get them past the first few rounds with pretty high scores, and that’s if they didn’t perform well. If they were any good at clowning – or even just performing in general – there was a pretty high chance they’d make it to the finale with Fizz.

(Part of Charlie hoped that they did – the further they got in the competition, the longer Charlie could oogle – possessors were just always so pretty – but part of Charlie hoped they didn’t, with the way Fizz was constantly looking at them out of the corner of his eye.)

Angel winced when Charlie’s cousin fumbled the juggling act. As a performer himself, there was nothing worse than fucking up on the very first take. Even though he was the only one to mess up the first trick, he still shot up to second place – just behind the pair of sisters up on the wire, while the imp in full clown getup was given the boot. Brand recognition did a lot, something else Angel was intimately familiar with.

(He couldn’t help but wonder if Fizzarolli dealt with the same sorts of creepy-ass fans, despite being in a different sort of gig. He did work at some sort of sex club for the sin of lust, so... probably.

Was it weird, to relate to someone he didn’t even know existed until today? It was probably weird.)

Fizzarolli recovered nicely in the second act, at least. And his balloon figure – Mammon, presumably – was impressive. Angel could twist himself into all sorts of fun shapes, but balloons? Fuck no. That shit would pop on him so fast. Sucks that it didn’t give Fizzarolli the lead, especially because the sisters just added to his instead of making their own fucking thing, though at least it was tied up.

Charlie frowned as the curtains opened for the final performances. It hadn’t been Fizz first, like she was expecting, like it had been for the last ten years – instead Glitz and Glam took the stage. It made Charlie... nervous. Mammon always did Fizz’s act first, always showed off his biggest asset when he did anything – something was wrong.

She let go off Vaggie’s hand to get her phone out of her pocket, shooting off a quick text to Uncle Oz. She would text Fizz himself, but if he was prepping for his show – she wouldn’t distract him. Not when something was already wrong. She tried to settle herself, taking Vaggie’s hand back and watching the sisters perform.

They were good. Like, good enough to be actual competition. The song was catchy, and they definitely knew how to work their attractiveness to their advantage. She gripped Vaggie’s hand tighter. Fizz wouldn’t lost – couldn’t lose, this was his thing – but actually fighting for the win... shit, he was probably having a panic attack. All Charlie could do, though, separated by several rings as they were, was hope that Oz was with him, somehow.

Then something exploded into blue smoke behind Mammon – who had been stammering as Fizz failed to appear – and Charlie settled. Ozzie was there. Fizz would be okay.

Charlie’s nails – not quite her claws, not yet – were painfully sharp where they dug into Vaggie’s thigh. She was leaning forward, eyes fixed on the television – the same position she had been in ever since Fizz had come onto the stage. Admittedly, Vaggie was more concerned with keeping Charlie from leaning forward enough to faceplant off the couch than paying attention to what, exactly, Fizz was singing about as he bounced and swung around, but even she noticed the finale.

“-Mammon you sad sack of shit, fuck youuu-ouuu-ouuu, you bitch! Yeah!”

Vaggie jumped as Angel started clapping with all three sets of arms. Cherri whooped loudly, and even Husk was smiling – wider than she had ever seen. It almost distracted her from the pain as Charlie’s claws sliced her skin when Charlie leapt to her feet.

It did not, however, distract from the way Charlie’s tail was whipping nervously behind her as she watched the screen.

“Babe,” Vaggie started.

“Mammon’s not going to take that well,” Charlie said.

“What’s he gonna do?” Cherri asked, cackling. “The crowd loved it!”

Charlie’s stomach twisted the longer Fizz talked. She knew what was coming even before Fizz finished his farewell speech – and she knew, more than anything, that Mammon would flip. At least he would have replacement talent ready to go, with Glitz and Glam – and the sisters were good! But Fizz had been his brand for ten, nearly eleven years. There was no universe Mammon would take him quitting well.

(Pride burned hot in her chest despite her unease. Fizz was finally quitting. Mammon’s prime moneymaker was leaving. Good, something in her purred. Let his cruelty burn his empire to ash.)

And then, the grand finale – not the one Mammon had been hoping for – came. Fizzarolli looked up, directly at Mammon (yes, that same voice hissed, yes) and said,

“I quit!”

“Yes!” she whisper-shouted, punching the air, even as she kept her eyes fixed on the screen, even as every nerve-ending in her body practically sang with be careful Fizz.

It only got louder as Mammon jabbed his staff at Fizz. Her horns were out and she was growling at the TV – someone was saying something behind her, but she was too furious-anxious-furious to pay attention to the words. Fizz’s words were tinny and faint through Mammon’s microphone, but there was no mistaking the second ‘I quit’ or what came after.

Then the mic exploded and green smoke filled the arena.

Vaggie was moving even before Charlie screamed. Her wings were flared, protecting Cherri, Husk, and Angel from the blast of heat that shot out from her girlfriend – Alastor had managed to bring up one of his shadows to cover him and Niffty.

“Jesus Christ!” Husk shouted. “Why is she hulking out?!”

Vaggie didn’t answer, couldn’t answer – the air itself was pressing down on her, forcing her down-down-down to her knees as Charlie grew, snarling and growling at the television.

“Babe-” she gasped. “Charlie-”

Charlie whipped around to face her, nearly taking her head off with her tail. Her eyes were bright and gleaming red, redder than Vaggie had ever seen, but clear. She looked at Vaggie silently for one beat-two-

Then Charlie started to shrink back down. Her horns remained, as did her tail, but she returned to a more normal size and the pressure she had been emanating receded, allowing Vaggie’s lungs to expand fully. She coughed once, weakly.

Charlie rushed to her side immediately. “Ohmysatan, I’m so fucking sorry-” she babbled, holding Vaggie’s face in her hands. “Are you okay?! I didn’t hurt you, did I? Is everyone okay?”

Vaggie’s answer was cut off by Asmodeus appearing on screen.

The shame was going to eat her alive, Charlie knew, but her self-recrimination was derailed when she heard her uncle shout,

“What? That I love him? Well, I do!”

The rest of the confrontation passed in a blur after those words. Her horns and tail receded slowly – Ozzie would protect Fizz. Ozzie could handle Mammon. Fizz was safe, he was loved, he was free. She let go of Vaggie’s face to wrap her arms around her shoulders instead, burying her face in her girlfriend’s neck as all of her nervous energy and anger drained away. It was over.

Fizz was free.

She stayed like that, holding Vaggie, trying not to cry, until her phone rang. She was pretty sure someone had been trying to get her attention before then – or at least, the others had been moving around them, dispersing (thank fuck, she hadn’t hurt them, she hadn’t wrecked everything) but it was only the ringtone she had set for Bee that snapped her out of it.

Charlie let go of Vaggie, answering on autopilot. “Hello?”

Bee squealed. “Charlie!!! Babe, did you see- did you see?” she shouted, flying around her chandelier.

“I saw!” Charlie said, strained.

“We need to celebrate!” Bee said. “You should come down-”

Charlie laughed. “I can’t, I can’t, remember? I got the hotel now-”

“Then I’ll come up! Ooh, ooh! I’ll bring Tex and Loona – you’ll love her, she’s great! - and you should ring Oz- I can meet your friends! Oooh, this is going to be great!”

Charlie laughed again, the earlier strain gone from her voice as she responded, “Give me like, an hour tops to get things ready, okay?”

“Okay!! See you then!!”

Bee hung up, immediately dialing Loona. “Hey, hey, you remember me talking about Charlie...”

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