#if fizz happens to wake up before him he will just lay on ozzie’s chest & wait for the other to wake up

[knightinink]

“Again, with the horn?”

I was thinking about this & something tells me if Fizz used the horn every morning, Ozzie would eventually get used to it & sleep through it. It still works on Ozzie because the horn isn’t the only thing Fizz uses to wake him.

He has various things.

All of them extremely obnoxious, but unapologetically & fittingly Fizz.

[cottondo]

BLACK LACE | chapter 8

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All you could remember was the bright lights, fizzy alcohol, and pole dancing. You'd been up on stage, set in a small party room. The neon lights were glowing purple, and the music was loud, bass pounding into your feet as you danced up and around the pole.

You two were good at what you did. You knew how to work together well, and did your jobs without much complaining.

Man. That was one hell of a party!

 

As the fog fills your brain, your eyes open with a harsh flutter. The room was trashed, and dark, purple lights are dim and glowing. It reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. You let out a soft groan, feeling the pounding of aches filling your head and eyes.

Why the hell are you still here?

Slowly, you sit up, taking a quick scan around the room. Your brows furrow. What the actual fuck happened last night?

Your hand raises to wipe your eyes of tiredness, but there's a weight pulling it down. Something soft was clung around your wrist. You frown, turning your blurry vision to see whatever it was that's stuck to you.

Heart shaped handcuffs.

FUZZY, heart shaped handcuffs.

Your stomach sinks, and your eyes follow the chain up to the arm connected to the other side; all the way until it reaches a familiar face.

Beside you, is a passed out Fizzarolli. Parts of his jester clothing are ripped off, leaving just his normal shirt, striped pants and hat; the ruffle collar laying somewhere on the floor ahead of you.

Your stomach sunk. Oh shit, shit, shit.

You were cold, and that was saying something, in hell. Looking down, you notice that you were still in your stripper fit from last night. The floor was marble tile, so it made sense that it was chilly against your bare skin.

"Oh, fuck." You mumble, gathering your head together. You pry at the cuffling, and try to wriggle your wrist out of it, but literally to no use.

Your eyes flick over to Fizz's seemingly lifeless body on the floor beside you.

This was bad, right?

Being at Ozzie's overnight without a purpose could have you kicked out.

But, why was a part of you not as freaked out as you maybe should be?

"Fizz, wake up." Your hand shoves his shoulder.

His head lifts slowly, body starting to come more to life as he looks at you through heavy, tired eyes. A groan escapes his lips, and he sits up holding his head. "What the—" catching his eyes gaze over your revealing body once, you frown as he stretches himself out.

"Holy shit." He says, eyes trying to focus on the room. It was destroyed. "Where'd the party go?" He frowns.

"I think it's over," you inform him.

Obviously, it was over. You two were the only ones left in the room!

"—And, we have a problem." You yank your wrist, causing his arm to tug along with yours. His eyes peer down, then widen at the sight. "What the fuck."

Fizz looks at your wrists with wide eyes before trying to yank his hand free. It was no use, but he kept tugging and ripping his wired arms as much as he could, before realizing it wasn't coming off. "Come on!" His chest started heaving in anxiety, and soon enough, Fizz looked like he was having a full fledged panic attack. "W-Why isn't it coming off?!"

You frown over at him, sitting up a little. "Calm down!"

"I can't get it off!" Fizz yells back in distress, using his free hand to try and yank the cuff apart. It wasn't goin' to happen.

"Okay, but you need to relax! It's gonna be okay," you tried to assure him. Truth was, you didn't know how these were coming off the both of you, but you'd find a way. Eventually.

He frowns, slowing down the breathing pace he had going. "Is it? Who the hell did this to us! Why can't I remember anything?!"

"I don't know, but they're just hand cuffs, Fizz." You look over at him softly, keeping your composure. Apparently he was bad under pressure. "We're gonna be fine. Start looking for a key." you say. He didn't look too convinced that things would turn up.

You fumble around, squinting through the irritating neon glow of the room. It was hard to see anything, as everything was black and purple from the lights.

"If anybody sees us like this, I could get into allot of trouble!" He glares through the purple haze, eyes searching the floor. "The publicity we'd get, would be ridiculous. We can't get caught!"

That kind of hurt, to be honest.

This was like a fantasy come true for you, and he was over there flipping out about it.

"Don't worry; I won't let anybody see me with you." You reply in a bit of a stinging, sour, kind of way.

He glances away with an awkward frown and retracts his arm so that he could walk around the room.

"I can't see anything. I don't think it's in here." He huffs, turning his nose to the floor to see around.

You're starting to think he's right. You didn't find much else but cigarette butts, needles, and liquor shot bottles.

"Fuck. Well, now what?" You lean your back against the wall with a little sigh up at him.

Fizz towers over you, an arm on his hip with a frown. "We're gonna have to sneak out, and find someone who can cut this off."

Fizzarolli looks away with a tense expression, causing sone curiosity to enter your brain.

"What?" You question his appearance.

He sighs heavily, rolling his eyes. "I know a guy . . but he's not exactly the guy I wanna go visit."

You frown a bit, tilting your head. "Who is it?"

He sits down beside you and looks away with a tired expression. His hands rest on top of his knees, wrist pulling your side of the cuff a bit.

"His name's Blitzo. We have a . . past, together. We just started making things right- - but, I don't know, I don't think I can ask him." He quickly shakes his head of the thoughts, and waves off the possibilities.

You lean towards him, eyes all curious. "Well, it's either him, or you're stuck with me at your side." Your shoulders shrug a bit, wavering the options he has in his face.

Obviously he didn't like either choice, but you knew he'd have to pick one.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think maybe you aren't so bad." Fizz lightly teases, giving you the faintest of smiles a jester shouldn't have.

That still didn't make you feel like any less of a nuisance to him, but you nod along anyway. "Then we better get moving." You stand, unintentionally jerking his arm upward to pull along with you.

Fizz stands, following you along, and picking up his dismantled jester collar in the process.

The two of you sneak up to the door, cracking it open. The hallway was quiet, lights still on.

It had to have been early morning, right?

Hopefully nobody was still in the building working; for Fizzarolli's sake.

You feel a light shove from behind, as fizz guides your figure forward to get moving.

"This way," he nudges his head, leading you down the hallway.

"We can take the back exit- - hopefully nobody's on the cleaning shift." He whispers to you.

You don't really understand why he hated the idea of publicity finding out that the two of you were stuck together, but you just try to ignore it.

Even if the thoughts are screaming in the back of your head that he doesn't really like you like you thought he maybe was starting to. Maybe it really was just all part of the show and alcohol last night.

You accidentally bump into him when he came to a quick halt— earning a narrow eyed look of worry from the jester in result. He holds a hand up to keep you from passing, and the two of you crouch around the corner of a hall.

You frown, trying to see what was up ahead.

Two voices came closer, bantering and gossiping as they strolled down the hall.

Security.

Shit.

You tug fizz backwards to the small broom closet on your left. He opens the door, and shoves you in it, his figure slipping in behind you. The sound of his bells alert the two demons that strolled the halls, but once you closed the door to the closet, it was like you were never there.

It was cramped. Your back was against the wall, his body practically pushed up against yours. Hopefully he couldn't feel the pounding of your heart against his chest.

"What the hell was that?"

"The fuck are are you talking about?"

"I thought I heard something. Sounded like bells,"

You and fizz nervously glance at each other with worried eyes, but all you could think about deep down, is almost wanting to get caught with him.

Would it be so bad? People would think you and him were a thing - - you'd get better opportunities and gigs; you'd be a famous stage worker.

Ugh. Fantasies.

"You're losin' your shit, y'know that? I don't hear anything." The other worker replied.

"Whatever, man. I know what the fuck I heard."

It felt painfully long for the two workers to finally walk off, out of sight and hearing range. Fizz let out a held sigh, and grabbed your wrist with gentle fingers. "C'mon, let's go." He nudges you.

You blink out of your trance, and follow him once again. Fizz and you take quick, calculated steps around the hallway corner, and down the next hall.

Finally, a door comes into view, and he smiles with some hope that you two might actually be free. He pushes open the door, and the both of you rush outside.

It was still a bit dark out, so it must've been the middle of the night.

Fizzarolli pants, looking around with wide, frantic eyes. Without even realizing it, you feel two arms wrap around your torso, pulling you into his body in a quick, tight hug. "We made it!" Just as soon as it was there, he was letting go.

You smile with amusement at him, as he begins walking.

"Okay- I can call and get a limo here in five, then, we can get changed, and put on something so we won't be recognized— oh! And I'll need to find a—" His frantically fast voice spit out a bunch of words, practically blending every word together that came out of his mouth. You hold your hands up, and try to get him to stop talking in a panicked rush.

"Fizz! Calm down," you grab his shoulders, noticing how he freezes under your touch. His eyes look into yours, as if searching for something, and you smile. "It's not the end of the world. Nobody knows what happened, and nothing is gonna go wrong." You release his shoulders and step back.

"This sort of thing happens all the time!"

His eyes dull, a light frown pulling to his features. "When?"

You shrug, smoking nervously. "Y'know- - in clubs," your tone was wavering with a lie, but you don't think he cared that much.

"Y/N, can we just get out of here?" He asks, in hopes you'd agree and just shut your mouth.

"Mhm." You bite your tongue and nod.

He walks at your side, eyes glancing around the streets of Hell. Your outfit was . . well, exposing. You've caught tons of eyes just within the first five minutes of walking.

Fizz noticed, and frowns nervously at all the attention you were starting to bring on.

You felt your arm pull you back. Turning to look behind you, Fizzarolli had stopped in his tracks to take the top layer of his jester fit off. You were still surprised to even see him still wearing it, after all you both went through last night in the club room.

He half hands it to you with an awkward look.

"We don't need any more unwanted attention after what we went through last night."

Your gaze drops down to the purple jacket in your hand, feeling a warm feeling rising in your chest. He gave you his jacket?

You smile, slipping it halfway on, due to your wrist's being connected by a chain, and turned the other sleeve inside out as you slip it through your linked wrists, and over your arm.

It worked as well as it could, even the linked chain it made uncomfortable.

"Thanks," you smile softly at him. Fizz nods in reply and kept on walking.

The two of you reach his home, and a feeling of relief floods over you. Your legs were tired from walking, and honestly, you needed a nap.

You almost sort of wished you could both just crash for a few hours until meeting with whatever that guy's name is. Blitzo?

Fizz groans, walking up to the door and heading inside. He looked as equally tired and stressed as you did, if not more.

Inside the house was filled with lush decor, pretty paintings, and lots of colored lights.

You were inside his home- -

You, inside Fizzarolli's place! Crazy.

"Okay- - let me just think for a minute," Fizz frowns, taking a seat on the couch. You follow suit, and practically dead weight on the cushions. Your body seemed to melt into the couch, legs tired and weak.

It was exhausting to walk after a night working the club! Especially waking up in the conditions you did. Not to mention, the long walk in high heels.

"I'm gonna pass the fuck out," you mumble up at the ceiling.

"No, no, you're staying awake," you looks over at you. Something told you that he wasn't going to be staying awake for much longer, either.

By the sound of his voice, and the way his eyes looked- - fizz was definitely crashing.

"I can't," you pout tiredly at him. Fizz frowns, feeling the drop in energy just as much as you felt.

"Fine. We can rest for a few minutes, but then we gotta go," he warns you with a finger.

It wasn't scary, and he knew it, too.

"Okay." You mumble.

It wasn't long until your head fell onto the couch pillow, eyes threatening to close. Fizzarolli soon slumped over as well, body crashing.

Before you knew it, sleep took over your body, and damn did it feel good.