#hb fanfiction

[blitzosicedcoffee]

Ficlet: Are You Ready?

Timeline: Two years after Apology Tour, Blitz and Stolas's Wedding day.

Blitz paces back and forth in their apartment bedroom in Pride, if he went any faster he'd be making a rut in the carpet.

Loona knocks, "Everything okay in there?"

Blitz laughs nervously, "Yep!"

She walks in, covering her eyes. "You can pull your hand down, I'm decent" he says and she uncovers her eyes, widening them.

"Dad....you look..."

"Like a nerd? Like I should've chosen a different color? Fuck did the cake get there yet? Why did I let Stolas go ahead to the venue without me!"

Loona smiles and walks over, straightening his bow tie, "Because you've been hopelessly anxious about this whole day". He sighs and drops down his arms.

"Loonie what if we just reschedule?" He winces and she laughs, "The guests are already there, Dad. Waiting for you", she points to him and he holds his chest.

"Are you..good?" She asks and he sits on the bed. She sits next to him and he puts his head in his hands.

"What the fuck am I doing Loonie?! We've been through so much together but it still seems surreal that I'm about to marry a prince! I mean- me!" He says, pained.

She laughs, "Well, he isn't a prince anymore". Blitz rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean. He deserves better".

Now she rolls her eyes, "You really believe that? That sounds like something you'd say two years ago".

He rubs his arms, "Yeah...no. No I don't think that anymore. I'm just making an excuse. I'm just so nervous Loonie".

She smiles and pats his back, "Therapy's been good to you dad. But I want more family, so come on, let's finish this".

He returns her smile and grabs her hand and she pulls him out of the apartment. He presses his crystal and they walk through, and his eyes widen. The venue in Gluttony is beautiful. Loona might have pulled a few strings.

There's a deck on a shining lake leading to an arch with flowers of all kinds, ones that Stolas himself used to cultivate. There's a reception area with all their favorite foods, a dance floor, it's everything they wanted.

"Loonie this is..."

"Is it too much? I told Bee it was a low-key wedding but she's really into these sorta things so she insisted also on the giant heart shaped picture of you two made out of cheese" she points to it and Blitz laughs.

"Loonie it's perfect", he kisses her on the forehead and takes his place at the arch. He looks around and blushes, feeling all the eyes on him. Fizz waves from him and Ozzie in the second row and he waves back.

Then everyone goes quiet. A soft and gentle lyre tune starts and Blitz realizes his hands are shaking and rubs them, putting them half behind him. He stares at the doors leading to the building where Stolas has been getting ready.

Loona and Bee walk together arm in arm and bee sits in the front row while Loona stands by Blitz. Then comes Via, arm in arm with a best friend Blitz and Stolas have met. She stands on the other side of the arch, smiling at Blitz. He gives her an anxious smile back and can feel the tears behind his eyes.

Keep it in...just a little longer..

Then comes Vassago arm in arm with Andrealphus. Blitz was hesitant to invite them as Andrealphus betrayed them so badly, but Stolas insisted he wanted Vassago there, and unfortunately they are now a packaged deal. Vassago takes his place next to Via as Stolas's best man.

Finally, at the end of the train before Stolas is Millie and Moxxie, hand in hand they nod to all their friends in the audience. Then they part as Moxxie sits in the front row as Millie takes place next to Loona as Blitz's Best person. He was going to ask Fizz, and to be honest Fizz has told him he wishes it was him. But Millie has helped him through so much, we all grow and become different people, ya know?

Finally, a certain owl peaks through the doors. The song intensifies, and Stolas steps through in a suit similar to Blitz's with purple and blue stars but he has an added velvet cape and a veil train pulling behind him. He walks elegantly down the aisle deck, towards the arch. The Gluttonous sun shining on his eyes.

Blitz can feel that he is already a blubbering mess. And he can feel Moxxie and Fizz crying also on his behalf. He just stands there watching this regal creature approach him at the archway.

"Hello Darling", he says with a soft voice and wipes a few tears of his own, then before Blitz can wipe his face on his sleeve, bends down and wipes his eyes with a hand talon and kisses his cheek. The audience awws then there's a small clap from behind them.

"You look so beautiful", Blitz says, looking up at his owl.

Stolas beams, "Only because of you".

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road, shall we?", pipes Lucifer, opening a book. Ozzie rolling his eyes and whispering to Fizz, "He wouldn't be able to take a hint if it slapped him in the face", Fizz giggles then puts a hand over his mouth as Blitz looks to him smiling and smiles back, waving.

Stolas puts a hand on Blitz's cheek and he returns the favor with a hand on Stolas's waist.

"Are you ready my dear?" Stolas asks.

"More than anything", Blitz replies.

[mandareeboo]

Title: Fizz has the best day of his life

Summary/Excerpt:

Loona doesn't have time to be absolutely fucking mortified by that, because Bee whispers something in his ear and then she's got metal hands on her shoulders as he shakes her. "You're Blitzo's daughter?" "The O is silent," she eeks out before Loona remembers to shut the fuck up, actually. She's just got in engrained from receptionist duty, correcting clients before they meet with the man in question. Fizz, for his part, doesn't seem to be listening. He stares blankly into space a moment. "I have a niece. Holy shit." He starts shaking her again. "I HAVE A FUCKING NIECE AND NO ONE TOLD ME?"

For a friend! I refuse to believe that Fizz wouldn't be so hype about having a niece. And I know, Blitz and Fizzarolli's dynamic is a lot more complicated than just 'brothers', but after growing up together Loona 100% counts as his niece. They could be married for twenty years and he'd be like. Yeah that's my niece.

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[moonblossom-bunny]

Here's a snippet of something I'm working on and off on. Won't post the whole thing until it's done because my mental state is blue screening too much these past years. But wanted to share it because it's my fave bit of it so far. (yes I'm only 5 pages in so sue me. It's also one of those what happened after the fire with Fizz stories. Also swearing. Which is why I've put this onder a read more in case that's not your cup of hot cocoa.)

And now that Mammon seemed to remember his name, he might actually had a shot of paying them back. “-selling merch! Shows too! Like, ten times a week yeah? No! Twenty! Imagine, Fizzie! Everyone will want a piece of ya mate!” “W-What?” Fizz muttered softly as he hadn’t heard half of what was said to him. The sin started to shake his body back and forth in a violent way. “Yer gonna be a star ya cunt!” Mammon exclaimed gleefully. The sound of a loud thunk suddenly made the demon king fall silent. Glowing green eyes turning to what made the sound in the first place. The happy smile he carried vanished in an instant making Fizz’s spine tingle with anxiety. Shit. Mammon clicked his tongue a few times before turning his attention back to him. “That ain’t very sexy Fizz.” Shit! “Ha Ha. I guess I’m just falling apart with excitement after tonight’s show. Sir.” He tried to joke in an attempt to make light of the fact his right arm had decided to pop off without warning. It was at that moment that Fizz was unceremoniously dropped back to the floor, landing with a thud on his feet.

[hazbinhotelho]

Stolitz week 2023 day 1: Family/Childhood (T)

I realized I should be cross-posting my stuff lol

Summary: Blitzø hears about one of Stolas' childhood dreams involving Loo Loo Land, and decides to make it happen.

Content warnings: sex/the full moon deal is mentioned, but other than that there is nothing graphic

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47979379/chapters/120972745

[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[queenofmistresses]

verosika and reader having a big fight so she feels like she has to make it up to you by being sexual so you have to tell her that that’s not okay and you don’t expect that from her at all n maybe hold her whilst she cries and telling eachother how much you love eachother <3

A/n i really enjoyed writing this so thank you for the request <33333 i hope you enjoy!!

It’s our first *ever* fight as a couple. It’s weird, and unlike us. But it’s obviously something that we need to have a conversation about before we move on from it.

I’m currently sat on our bad and Verosika’s gone to the bathroom to ‘clean herself up’. It’s starting to get late but I think it’s important to actually talk about this otherwise this could happen again.

She opens the door and I’m shocked by the sight. She’s stood with a (clearly fake) smile on her face, and she’s practically naked. “Rosi what-” I start.

“I’m gonna make it up to, make you feel so good.” She crawls onto the bed and stalks up towards me. I can’t help but sigh and I see how her lips start wobbling as she tries to swallow it down.

“Rosi, what are you talking about? You don’t need to make it up to me with sex, we need to actually talk about this.” I take my cardigan off and wrap it around her, to cover her up. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes again and she looks very confused. “Rosi, baby, come here please? You don’t even look like you want to do this, and this isn’t how we should solve arguments.”

Apparently that pushes her over the edge again because she’s then collapsing on top of me and I can hear the sobs coming out of her as she clings onto me tight. I pull up further so she can rest her head in the crook of my neck and I can hold her properly, stroking her hair. “Oh baby, it’s okay, we’re okay. I never ever expect you to do anything sexual when you don’t want to. And I certainly don’t want this to be how we try and fix problems- it just won’t work.” I can feel her nod hurriedly into my neck as she squeezes onto me tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffs, lifting herself up slightly, “I don’t why I started arguing with you, you’ve just been so busy lately and I’ve missed you!” She chokes on her own sobs again and the tears keep streaming down her face.

I wipe the tears from her face gently, kissing her forehead and holding her face in front of me. “I love you so much, and I’ve missed you too! I haven’t meant to make you feel neglected and I’m sorry for that. I can work on making sure I’m not spending as much of my time working away from you. How does that sound?”

She nods, “I-It sounds good. Thank you, I love you so much.” I plant another kiss on her head before letting her rest her head on me again.

“I love you. We’re okay. You’re safe okay? You don’t have to do that anymore.” I can feel her sob harder and I keep stroking her hair and whispering reassurances to her. I reach over and bring out blankets over us and after a while the crying slows and her breathing settles as she fall asleep.

[jazzmasternot]

I need him biblically

[moonsporemoth]

I think Mammon surrounds himself with those robo-fizzes because he envies Valetino's "sexiness" and wants to copy it like he did with Loo Loo Land.

[n04hfiction]

Dating Loona Headcanons

Content/Warnings (If applicable): Sexual Content (MDNI, there’ll be a split between the NSFW content!), Profanity, Implied!Male Reader (Usage of “guy” once), OOC(?) Loona

Proofread: ✅

SFW:

Loona spent years in the adoption center, infact, a good chunk of her life, and she had only been with Blitzø for a few years now, so it’s safe to say you’re her first partner

She was most likely very awkward during the talking stage, she doesn’t talk to many outside of IMP, so honestly, it may not be easy for her at first

A talking stage with Loona consists of her being extremely awkward and nervous, borderline geeky in a sense, whether you realized it or not. She probably found you attractive from the start, like before you guys ever properly spoke, so it’s not even like she had something to start off of with you.

Going back to her life in the adoption center, we can tell that she wasn’t seen as something or someone important, and let’s be real here, she probably knew they thought that — So I can see her love language being words of affirmations, after so many years, the only thing she really needs is to be told she is enough

I can also imagine Loona’s love language in terms of giving being physical affection, she’s probably very clingy after her years in the shelter, and she just wants to hold you and never have to let you go, because she feels like if she does she might lose you forever

In terms of petnames, I can see this going two ways, Loona won’t really call you petnames aside from “babe” or maybe “hun” cause she feels like a lovesick teenager otherwise, but if you call her something she absolutely FOLDS!! Loona really gets into it whenever you call her something with “my ____”, or anything with “dear” or “sweet” - Which might surprise you, because she doesn’t use petnames BECAUSE she thinks they sound cheesy, but when you call her the cheesy petnames, she folds like a piece of paper!

An ideal date for Loona would be staying in and just cuddling while watching a movie, as much as Loona is down to party, her social battery can get drained pretty easy, so she’d much rather stay in with the one person she knows gets her - Except at your place, she’d rather die than cuddle with you infront of Blitzø

Speaking of Blitzø, she’s hesitant to introduce you both, she knows how Blitzø can be, especially when it comes to her and a guy, but she knows she has to have you both meet at some point.

Blitzø is protective (as well as defensive) at first, which honestly, is fair enough, but once he gets to know you he ends up liking you just fine! Especially if you let him ramble about his horse fantasies, he’ll really like you then!

This might be a surprise, but Loona isn’t much of a hand-holder, it’s just not her thing — and she really only kisses you in private, but she loves hugging you! This girl loves hugs! She hugs you goodbye after every date, she hugs you as her way of saying thank you when she can’t form the words quite right, she loves hugging you

NSFW:

Along with being Loona’s first partner, you are also her first time, which comes with a few different things to unpack here.

Firstly, Loona is very insecure when it comes to sex (at first), and she hardly ever even touched herself before you. The first few times of even attempting sex she’ll back out, she’s really insecure and overall scared of being abandoned, the shelter really did do a number on her.

I also personally headcanon that Loona has body-image issues, she’s a bit thick in certain places, and she’s covered in fur - So if you’re not covered in fur, she’ll get very anxious about how you’ll choose to handle it. (Occasionally she’ll slip into her human disguise specifically for sex, because she is terrified of you getting annoyed by her fur for whatever reason).

Loona is very subby for the first few months of having sex with you, but as she starts to grow and get used to it, she can definitely start to dom, maybe even lean towards it, I see her as a softer but also teasing dom, but I can also see her being rougher when and if the situation calls for it

She fucking thrives off of anything to do with her clit (fingering, eating out, ect) - It’s also probably her more sensitive area. Making out with Loona while fingering her and fondling with her breasts is probably one of the things that gets her off the most, and (as long as you’re not opposed), she is definitely into the idea of riding your face

In contrast to her love language, she definitely has a degradation kink, she gets the biggest kick out of being called a whore or slut or a bitch or anything of that sorts (even if in non-sexual situations things would be much different)

Another thing, Loona isn’t one to cry or get overly vulnerable in a relationship (although she does from time to time), making her cry during sex is definitely something you do a lot (in a healthy and consensual way, ofc)

[anothergameofwickedgrace]

Anyone want some spicy Blitz/Fizz? Spicy. Not smutty.

Pairing: Blitzo x Fizzarolli

~2,400 words

Revelant tags: Underage Drinking, Pining, Making Out

AO3 Link

"Teenage Blitzo and Fizz steal some booze and their night takes a heated turn."

What's a Kiss Between Friends?

Blitzo and Fizz sat shoulder to shoulder, tucked away in an empty part of the circus, hidden from view.

Blitzo tipped the bottle of stolen booze back, swallowing down a gulp of the burning liquid.

"Oh, fuck." He coughed before handing it over to Fizz. "I forgot how strong this shit is when we haven't been watering it down."

Fizzarolli just laughed and took a sip himself.

"I still don't know how you haven't gotten caught doing that."

Blitzo shrugged. "Probably too drunk to notice. Or he just thinks that's what it tastes like now since we keep doing it." He smiled and gently bumped Fizz with his shoulder.

Fizz rolled his eyes and handed him back the liquor.  "At least we got the good stuff this time."

"Cheers to that." The taller imp grinned, making a toasting motion before taking another swig.

The two friends sat like that for a while, chatting and passing the bottle between them.

Blitzo leaned back, propped up with an arm behind him, and soaked in the fuzzy feeling in his head. He looked over at the other imp, whose attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere.

"Whatcha lookin' at there, Fizz?" He inquired, taking another sip and handing the bottle over to him.

"Huh?" Fizz was pulled from his thoughts, cheeks darkening ever so slightly. "Oh, uh. N-nothing important." He took the alcohol, gulping some down.

Blitzo craned his neck, peering between the tents to try and see what had caught his attention and smirking when he saw it: a couple who had snuck away for some privacy and alone time.

"Spying on those two making out, huh?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"What? No! It's not-!" Fizz huffed and pulled his knees up to his chest. "I just... I dunno. Guess I'm just curious to what that kind of thing's like...I bet it feels nice."

Blitzo took the bottle back, nursing on it as he watched Fizz look out with a slightly glassy expression. His gaze lingered on him and his heart picked up slightly as a thought crossed his mind. Maybe it was the alcohol but...

"...We could kiss."

Fizz snapped his head back around to face him, eyes widened in surprise.

"What?"

Blitzo felt his own face heat up. "I-I mean, like, so you can try it. That's all."

"You want to kiss me?"

"As a friend!"

Fizzarolli just stared at him for a moment, and Blitzo's head started spinning with excuses he could make to change the subject before-

"Okay."

Blitzo blinked at him. "Wait, really?"

Fizzarolli gave a short nervous little laugh. "Y-yeah. I mean, why not?"

He turned his body to face the taller imp, sitting on his hip with his knees bent and folded to the side. Blitzo followed suit in turning to him, crossing his legs under himself.

Blitzo reached over to grab the liquor, gulping down a few mouthfuls to quell his rising nerves. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, offering the bottle to Fizz as he recovered from the burning in his throat.

Fizz took it, taking the chance to down some liquid courage as well.

"Sorry if I'm bad at it. I know you've already kissed people before." Fizz turned the bottle in his hands, glancing up at the other imp.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're gonna do fine." Blitzo assured with a smile and a roll of his eyes, reaching over to take the booze from him and set it aside. He moved closer, cupping his face in his hand.

Fizz smiled softly and looked up into his eyes, making Blitzo's heart beat faster.

Blitzo leaned in close to Fizzarolli's face, eyes falling half-shut as he drew near.

Fizz met him halfway, mouth hovering barely an inch from Blitzo's as neither of them knew whether they should be the one to close the distance.

In almost synchronicity, their lips met. Blitzo kissed him soft and slow at first, and the nervous tension slowly seeped from Fizzarolli's body as their lips moved. Instead, it was replaced with a warmth different than that of the alcohol.

Blitzo deepened the kiss, licking his way into his friend's mouth, which yielded after gentle prodding. He dove past his lips, tongue finding Fizz's.

Fizz pressed in closer, hand finding it's way to Blitzo's knee, sliding up his thigh and resting there. His heart was beating harder in his chest, a fluttering feeling spreading from his abdomen as his pants grew more uncomfortable.

Blitzo dropped his hand from Fizz's face, placing both of them on his sides and pulling him into his lap.

Fizzarolli settled, straddling his lap, and looped his arms around Blitzo's neck. He could feel something hard pressing up against his inner thigh as they kissed, which only considerably worsened the feeling growing inside of him. The longer the kiss went on, the less ignorable it became.

Fizz pulled back with a puzzled expression and stared down at himself where he was straining hard against his pants zipper, his face flushed dark. "That- that usually doesn't happen..."

Blitzo snorted out a short laugh. "It's a boner, Fizz. That very much happens. I have one too." He punctuated his point by rocking his hips, his hardened length pressing more firmly against him. "I know you can feel that."

"Yes, I'm aware. I'm not stupid." He gave a quick roll of his eyes. "I just don't know why it's happening to me. It never really has this kind of reaction. I don't think about people like that. I never have."

"Okay, you're losing me here. Are you trying to say people don't make you horny?"

"I guess? It's just...no one's ever made me feel like this." His face just grew darker. "And now I'm making out with my best friend and-" he swallowed hard, flustered.

"Do you think that might be why?"

"Huh?"

"That it's happening because we're friends. Because you know me. Some people need a connection or some shit. I don't really get it, but-" He shrugged.

"Oh. Maybe?"

"Wanna keep testing it out?" Blitzo smirked, half-teasing.

Fizzarolli hesitated momentarily before suddenly bridging the gap between them, pressing his lips back to Blitzo's.

Blitzo made a soft 'mmpf' sound against his mouth before happily kissing him back, arms wrapping around his back, pulling him flush against him.

This time Fizz took the initiative, intertwining their tongues together as he rocked his hips against his friend's, enjoying the friction it caused.

Blitzo broke away, moving his lips to Fizz's jawline, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses from there down his neck. Finding a soft spot, he sealed his mouth to it, licking and sucking at his skin.

Fizz gasped softly as he felt Blitzo's teeth. He squirmed in his arms.

"Blitzo! You're going to leave a hickey."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point " he grinned, licking at the growing black mark on his neck.

"People are going to see it." He worried. "We have shows tomorrow."

"No they won't. Your collar will hide it. Trust me, I know." He nipped at his skin again before going back to sucking at the spot, purposefully darkening it.

Fizzarolli let his eyes fall closed, trusting Blitzo enough not to argue, focusing on the warm, wet mouth against his skin.

Blitzo pulled away once he was satisfied, grinning as he admired his work. He then glanced up at Fizz, catching the heady look on his face. A look that went straight to his groin.

Fizz felt dizzy from the mixture of booze and arousal, his head buzzy. He smiled up at the other, and Blitzo leaned in to kiss him again, loosening his arms around his back as he shifted Fizz from his lap gently to the ground.

Blitzo laid him down, sliding on top of him and slipping between his legs. His eyes were heavy and half-lidded when he pulled back to look Fizz in his face.

"Stop me if it's too much."

Fizzarolli nodded, swallowing hard as he felt the other imp run his hand down his chest as their lips met again. His breath caught in his throat as Blitzo slid his open hand over his crotch, rubbing him gently through his pants. Heat shot up through his body, washing over him in waves.

Soon he was unable to keep his own hands to himself. Fizz slid them slowly up and under his shirt, feeling along the planes of his muscles as Blitzo continued to touch him.

Blitzo smiled against his mouth before breaking the kiss and leaning up momentarily to pull his shirt up and over his head.

Fizz looked up at him. He'd seen him shirtless many times before, but this time he could feel a blush start to creep over his cheeks.

"See something you like?" Blitzo asked with a grin.

Fizz felt his face heat up more, which only seemed to cause Blitzo's cheeks to darken in response.

The taller demon moved down close again gripping Fizz's chin to pull him in and slip his tongue back into his mouth, relishing in the feel of the other's on his own.

Fizzarolli pressed closer, arching up against the other imp, and wound his arms around him.

Blitzo hiked a leg up over his hip, half straddling Fizz, and ground himself down against him, rubbing their erections together.

A soft moan was pulled from Fizzarolli's lips, muffled against Blitzo's. He ran his hands down his back, both of them coming to rest cupping the other imp's ass.

Blitzo groaned quietly in the back of his throat, circling his hips in response and winding his tail together with his friend's. He felt Fizz rut up against him, which caused Blitzo to amp up the urgency in his kiss. 

Blitzo wanted him so very badly. Alcohol and raging hormones were one hell of a mixture.

"Fuck, Fizz." He breathed.

Blitzo reached down to unzip his pants, desperate to relieve some pressure. But before he even got the zipper half-way down, his attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Holy Fucking Satan."

Blitzo and Fizzarolli immediately broke apart, heads whipping around to the source of the voice.

Barbie stood there, hands on her hips, looking over the two of them. The look on her face was one of someone who'd been proven right.

"Blitzo, you dirty little liar." She grinned a smug and devious grin. It only grew when she noticed the contrast in Blitzo's worried expression and Fizz's confused one.

"Barb..." He warned.

"Blitzo..." She mocked.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same thing." Barbie flicked her eyes from Blitzo to Fizzarolli then back to Blitzo, cocking a brow. "And because someone stole the last of Dad's booze."

Her brother narrowed his eyes at her. He knew what she wanted. Knew he'd have to bribe her to get her off his back.

"I'll give you the rest if you keep your mouth shut and fuck off."

She paused, tapping a finger to her cheek, considering. "Add two weeks of my chores and you have a deal."

"What? No!"

"Alright, so then you don't care if I tell Fizz-"

"Okay! Okay! Fine. Deal." He cut her off, crossing his arms.

Barbie grinned in self-satisfaction and walked over closer to the two of them, holding her hand out.

Blitzo glared at his sister and reached over to grab the alcohol before handing it to her begrudgingly.

"Thank you." She grinned wider and turned away to head off, spinning off the cap to the bottle

"Fuckin' Bitch." Blitzo huffed, pissy.

Barb just turned slightly back around and flipped him off, gulping down liquor as she walked away, leaving them alone again.

Blitzo just continued to glare into the distance where Barbie had vanished in silence before Fizz broke it.

"Tell me what?"

Blitzo turned his head back around to look at his friend.

"Huh?"

"What didn't you want Barbie to tell me?" He asked, looking confused and slightly uncomfortable, not liking the idea that his best friend was keeping secrets from him.

"Oh! Um." Blitzo tore his gaze away, turning it from the other to hide the heat growing in his cheeks. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Fizz frowned and moved to sit with his legs crossed. "If you say so..."

Blitzo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before frowning himself. He sighed and turned back to face Fizzarolli.

"Fizz, I promise it's not important, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." He looked up at him, giving him a small smile but still feeling like Blitzo was hiding something.

Fizzarolli was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We should, uh, probably head back now, huh?"

"Uh, yeah... I guess so." Blitzo swallowed down his disappointment, hoping Fizz couldn't hear it in his voice.

Blitzo grabbed his shirt from where it had been discarded and pulled it back on over his head before standing up.

Fizz pushed himself up off the ground, but wobbled as he tried to stand up.

"Woah there." Blitzo reached over to steady him, receiving a thankful smile in response. "Maybe take it easy."

Fizzarolli nodded, and he and Blitzo headed off, walking side by side in relative silence.

Blitzo glanced over at him as they walked back, hand itching to grab Fizz's but refraining. He frowned to himself and crossed his arms across his chest instead.

They both stopped once they reached the center point between their two respective tents, turning to each other.

Blitzo shifted awkwardly on his feet, unsure of what to do with himself.

Fizz was looking down at the ground, drawing shapes in the dirt absently with his shoe. When he glanced up at Blitzo, a slight blush darkened his cheeks.

"That was...nice. I had fun. Thank you."  He smiled almost shyly.

Blitzo's eyes flicked over to Fizzarolli's and he returned his smile, a little less weight pressing down on his chest. "You don't have to thank me for that. And me too."

Blitzo held his breath for a moment, hesitating, wondering if he could get away with a goodnight kiss.

Those wonderings were put to rest when Fizz pulled him in for a hug instead.

Blitzo hugged him back, not wanting to let go.

"Goodnight, Blitzo. You're... a good friend."

"Yeah. Friend." He muttered to himself under his breath as the two of them broke apart.

"Goodnight, Fizz. I'll see you in morning."

With a little wave and a smile, Fizz headed off back to his tent, leaving him standing alone. Once he had disappeared from view, Blitzo headed back himself, sighing.

At least he'd have something nice to dream about tonight.

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This edit/manip is solely based on my friend's headcanon and fanfiction ideas for his Danny Phantom x Helluva Boss AU. It's based on the episode Mystery Meat in that scene where Jazz is attempting to counsel Spike, but instead Via takes the place of Spike. If you'd like to know more about my friend's AU, feel free to ask him.

The edit was made by me.

The dialogue was written by @amethystoceandespiser

[blitzosicedcoffee]

Ficlet: I Thought I Could Forget You

I love writing ficlets, I'll write angst, I'll write some love too a da da da da I love writing ficlets and today it's gonna be some idiots in love.....

Timeline Summary: Two years after Apology Tour, Stolas and Blitz never talk to each other again. Until today at the park.

"Go to fuck outside", Loona pulls Blitz off the couch and kicks him towards the door. He groans and tries to crawl back to the couch but she blocks him.

"Loonie I don't wanna", he whines, "I just wanna watch the new MLP".

She groans, "We can watch it tonight asshole, you need to touch grass. You've been inside all weekend, drinking off your ass".

"Hey I'm sober today!" He points and she rolls her eyes, reaching out her hand. He groans and hands her the joint from his pocket.

"Weed doesn't count!" He yells and she snorts, "you'll get this back when you come back. I want you out there for at least one hour".

"What! What am I supposed to do for one hour?"

"Stare at the sky! Listen to some birds, get a fucking coffee, I don't fucking care. Just don't come back til you've touched grass", she pulls out his wallet that she keeps from him and hands him a five. He reluctantly takes it and narrows his eyes.

"Fine", he attempts to grab his keys but Loona uses a little levitation spell she learned and keeps them away from him, "uh uh".

He sighs and leaves the apartment, slamming the door. He really needs to rethink this whole 'giving his daughter all his things to hold onto' thing. But to be fair he hasn't exactly been responsible with any of it in the last two years. The van was totaled. They had to get a new car.

Their rent wasnt paid for three months because he spent it all on booze and they almost got evicted. And he almost lost M&M because of his attitude at work. It's been an extremely shitty two years to say the least.

All because of he who must not be named. They don't say his name anymore. He hasn't heard it since maybe a year and a half ago?

Until today.

He walks past a black car dropping someone off at a park and pays no attention to it until he hears someone in the window say,

"Stolas will you be alright at the park by yourself?"

He freezes. Hands trembling. He knows his voice is next. His eyes widen. His hearing dialing in.

"Hah, yes Vassago I shall be fine, thank you. Come back in about an hour". It is him.

Blitz runs, looking for somewhere to hide. He finds a wide tree and attempts to climb up but he gets dizzy and settles for hiding behind it. Staring at the man who he has tried to stop thinking about for the last two years. Prince Stolas. The owl who ruined his life.

He watches him sit down at a bench and pull out a book. Doesn't look like erotica, just some fantasy novel. He looks around. Loona said to look at the sky and listen to the birds but everything feels muted now. There's nothing but him.

He decides to play it safe. He walks past him while he's reading. Slowly. But then he doesn't notice him. He does it again. And again. Then finally he just stands in front of him.

"STOLAS!" He says loudly, startling the owl and he drops his book.

"What-" Stolas starts then Blitz continues, "Fuck I'm sorry..." He bends down to pick up the book and their hands and foreheads touch, and all of Stolas's four eyes widen. Blitz holds the book to his chest.

"Blitz! What a...surprise to see you here", he says softly, with no malice in his voice. It makes Blitz want to throw up. He's been...fine? Wasn't he the one in love with him?

"...yes", was all he could say. Stolas eyes Blitz then the book.

"Right...uh...Blitz do you want to give me back my book?" He asks then blinks as if he realizes what he just said. The same words he said the one night. The full moon.

Blitz swallows and squeezes it tighter, shaking his head no. Stolas reaches out to him, "Blitz are you alri-" Blitz runs with the book. Stolas runs after him,

"Blitz what is this?! That's not the grimoire?" He yells but he continues to run. Stolas breathes heavily as he chases after him, quickly catching up and pinning the imp against a building. His sunhat and polo tossled now.

"Blitz what the fuck?!" He asks desperately. Blitz cries, letting go of the book, letting it drop to the floor. Stolas widens his eyes again and pulls Blitz in an embrace.

"You're...clearly going through something".

"AND YOU ARENT?" he yells, making Stolas step back, "What?"

"I waited for you to call. To answer me. ANYTHING!" I tried to visit you again and again and you-you weren't there. They had to house arrest me because I wouldn't stop trespassing on your palace. No doubt your doing I guess", he says, spiteful and Stolas puts a hand to his chest.

"What?" Stolas replies, "Blitz I was going through divorce proceedings and I lost everything. Everything. Via, my palace, my title, my phone, hell even that obnoxious bag of toys you got me! The only way I was able to live the last two years was because a friend took me in".

"You could have called!" He cries, holding onto Stolas.

"Shhh" Stolas rubs the back of his horns and he feels comfort for the first time in two years.

"With what knowledge my dear? I didn't know where you lived, I didn't have my phone, and you-you were my only friend", he looks down and Blitz's mouth hangs open. He's really been sabotaging himself for the last two years over a misunderstanding AGAIN.

He cries in Stolas's arms a little longer when Stolas's phone pings.

"Shoot, that's my ride", he says, frowning, picking up his book.

Blitz clenches onto his shirt, taking his phone and putting in his contact.

"You better not fucking lose it this time", he squeaks and Stolas smiles, kisses his forehead and turns to leave.

Blitz sits against the wall, rubbing his face, wondering if he can even feel like himself again after the last two years.

[mandareeboo]

Title: I'd kill for that bed

Summary: Loona wants to move in with her SOs. Blitz takes it about as well as you'd think.

Excerpt:

Being the Queen of Gluttony has amazing perks. All the food and booze you can want. Endless friends. Endless parties. Apparently, Hell has money, and they hand out monthly allowances to each of the Sins- as they exist and are important to their culture, but not all of them work. Loona isn't privy to how much, exactly, but considering the house she owns and the sheer amounts of drugs she buys, she's willing to place bets it's in the five digits. And the bed. Good stars, the bed. Loona isn't the fancy word type like Moxxie, but she'd absolutely hold the asshole hostage so he could write songs about the bed. It's half the damn room! It just keeps going and going and going, and it's made of shit that feels like angel feathers after a life in the pound and shitty cheap apartments. Bee says it's for VIP orgies, and Loona isn't going to shine a light on the sheets anytime soon, but she can and will live in the bed forever and ever, chasing couples out the room with bloody hands. Fuck the orgies. Her bed now. Obviously, Bee and Vortex are allowed in the bed. It's Bee's bed. And Vortex is Bee's boyfriend. They both call her their girlfriend but Loona's kind of been waiting for the other shoe to fall on that one. Bee and Vortex just click- and she's kind of the weird, awkward shirttail relation. But when they do break up she's absolutely going to fight the Sin for this bed. Loona rolls in the sheets and lets out an explosive sigh. "Yeah, bitch, get it," Bee urges. She's lounging on her side with two arms outstretched and the other two cocked on her hip. "Mm, I just love the energy you get when you're so happy. It's all floofy and blue."

For a friend! We need more of this polyship, man. It's so cute.

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[oh-meow-swirls]

they are approaching.

[wanking-at-your-funeral]

Hi everyone! Me and my friend just started writing a fanfic so if you love Stolitz, Im sure you'll love it!!!

Summary:

Misunderstandings, past trauma, and an overabundance of unacknowledged feelings; what more could you want as the starting point for your relationship?

After the events of Western Energy both Stolas and Blitzø are desperately trying to find their new normal, or rather get back to their old normal. Both Goetia and Imp alike are struggling with the possibility of there being something more between them than just their full moon arrangement, and whatever it may entail if either one of them ever acknowledged this stifled thing growing between them

Unbeknownst to the two part time lovers, the danger was far from over yet. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles and self imposed walls that keep them apart? Or will Hell's greater evils triumph over them, and make their story just another sad, cautionary tale of why the upper class and lower class should never mix?

[rookthorne]

it's coming up to my personal favourite event of the year, Hot Bucky Summer, as run by the mods over at @buckybarnesevents!

in order to gear up for the chaos that will ensue (no doubt) from this event within my collections, I have compiled my personal top 10 Bucky collections into a poll. and here is where I will ask for your help — I would like to gather as much information as possible to determine where most of my focus will go.

to be clear, it is very likely that all of my collections will be given love and attention through this event (now that I have confidence to write smut) once I know the prompts, but I am asking who I should prioritise from my favourites. I will also disclose that there are AUs yet to be announced that will be very prominent... 🤭

to refresh memories, I have put below the cut the afforementioned collections! otherwise, the link is hyperlinked above, or easily accessed by the first link in my bio (my navigation).

thank you in advance for your help, my chaos kittens. 💗

— 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you’d become the President’s own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯

A pack of wolves looked out for one another, strengthened each other and battled to keep one another safe – it was the natural order of things, the way things worked. Being between the two most dangerous and possessive of them all meant you sat on your throne with pride; just how they wanted it.

— 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to them and their irresistible charm – their job, as firemen, was to put out fires and infernos, but you could only hope they’d let the fire they started in the depth of your soul, consume you whole.

— 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 

The world of body art and botany had always been beautiful to you; each pencil stroke and each flower petal amounted to a masterpiece of creation. It wasn’t until the day that a chance meeting left you reeling amongst the artful blooms of your store, you wondered if that was what heaven truly felt like.

— 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

The depths of Hell had lost an asset, all thanks to you - no God could save you from his sights, or his clutches. Being consumed by fire was one way to go, you supposed, if it came in the form of one smug, hellish bastard.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Life in your small town could not have gotten any better, you had sworn. That was until you started to call a handsome, brooding lumberjack your best friend, and you developed butterflies at any mention of his name, or thought of him. Sure, it was going to be fine, you could do this. What could go wrong?

— 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Cars were all the same to you – classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same.

Well, they were, until you were nonetheless forced to visit your local mechanic and saw the man that would pique your interest in not only every single make and model of classic car, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

— 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

Fate had a funny way of working. There you were, in the hospital again, and there was your favourite nurse; tall, broad, devilishly handsome, and not to mention soft, kind, and caring. Your stay, and consequently your life, just got infinitely more interesting.

— 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

A powerful alpha had locked his sights onto you; a wolf to its prey. On the contrary, you were the fox that showed its belly to a predator – a mutual respect, the only thing keeping the wolf’s fangs from piercing the delicate flesh. You knew playing with his food was something he loved to do, and you would happily be the plaything for your mate. 

— 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried - the wings of a dove taking you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.