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“So, uh… who tops?”
Fizz groaned softly at Blitz’s stupid face – of all the fucking things he could’ve said, he picked that? Ozzie was smirking at Fizz now too, like he actually expected one of them to answer. Well, he was the Sin of Lust, but still. Fizz was all too happy to just flip Blitz off and lean his head up to capture another kiss from his lover. Ozzie kissed back sweetly, one hand gently cradling the Imp’s smaller head while his other wrapped securely around his waist.
“I’m so proud of you, Froggie,” Ozzie breathed to him, and Fizz beamed up at him shyly. “You did so good.”
“Thanks, Oz.” He laughed hoarsely, though he did his best to reassure his partner with a happy nuzzle. “Could y’tell how nervous I was?”
“Babe, nervous?” Ozzie chuckled, kissing his forehead. “You were awe-inspiring.”
Fizz smiled back, nuzzling against Ozzie’s large form with a quiet sigh, tucking his head against the fluff peeking out from his jacket. Ozzie continued to croon to him, and Fizz was happy to ignore Blitz’s stupid ass to pay attention to his boyfriend. He couldn’t wait for the reward he knew would be waiting when they made it back to their home.
~~~
“Froggie, are you positive this is a good idea?” Ozzie was hovering again, nuzzling against his neck gently. Fizz blushed, but squirmed away to reach for the limo door.
“I’m sure, Oz.” He wasn’t, completely, but, “I have to do this, okay? If I’m going to be moving my business to Ozzie’s, I want to make sure my real fans know.”
“Can’t you just do an interview? I can get a reporter up here in an hour.” He was practically pleading. It was really cute, honestly. But Fizz shook his head, stretching himself a little to reach up and kiss his fretting boyfriend on the cheek.
“I can do this, Ozzie. I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll make a couple speeches and come right back, okay?”
“‘S what you said last time too.” Oz murmured as he swept Fizz into another tight hug. Fizz frowned, wrapping his arms around the larger being to nuzzle his face.
“I know. But I’ll be okay this time, really. I promise I’ll stay in public, I won’t make a scene, and I’ll just be an hour or two tops.”
“And you’ll keep your phone on you,” Ozzie added, pressing the device into Fizz’s hand – oh, good, he was always forgetting where he put that thing. “Text me every time you move locations, got it? And if something comes up, you call, alright? I don’t care what it is, just call and I’ll be there.”
“Okay Oz. I promise.”
And he meant it too. These past few days had been exhausting, and not just for him, he knew that. Ozzie had hardly let Fizz out of his sight since the contest, not that he’d really wanted to stray too far anyway. This would be the first time they’d be apart for this long.
Fizz leaned in to kiss Ozzie lightly, gazing into those bright eyes, matching the concern with his own content smile, stroking the side of his face.
“I’ll be fine, Oz. I just need to do this one last thing, okay? And then… then it’ll be just you and me, at Ozzie’s, putting on shows.”
“Well, I like the sound of that~” Ozzie hummed, nuzzling against Fizz’s hand with a smile. “Just be careful, Fizzyfrog. I don’t want anything bad happening to you. Not again.”
“I will.” Fizz promised. And finally, Ozzie let him go. He smiled warmly, blew a kiss to the fretting bird, then slipped into the limo, stretching out on the empty seat. “Take me to Greed.”
~~~
Fizz did worry, slightly, about what his fans would have to say, now that the dramatics of prior events had worn off. He hoped that their excited cheering had been about more than just the fact all their theorizing was right, but there was really no way to tell. Especially with how much he’ll have changed in their eyes.
Very few of his current fanbase were fans of his prior to Mammon. Those fans had died out with the Imp Circus, believing Fizz incapable of performing any longer. He knew plenty of them had lingered, but once Mammon started pushing the sexual aspect of his performances, the fans who’d grown up with him, watching his child-self perform for the masses, had faded into the background. That left very few current fans who still knew him as he’d been back then.
He’d decided to re-work the clown look, now that Mammon wasn’t there to tell him that poofy outfit was what people wanted to see him in. He’d loved crop-tops when he was younger, so experimenting with those seemed like the best place to start. Not green though, that was… yeah, no. Fizz had settled on a black crop-top with some deep red accents, along with a split-seamed skirt that stopped just at the knee. His usual jester hat had been replaced with one in black and red, and he’d rejected the thought of putting on any cover for the small scar above his eye. Fizz touched a hand to the spiky black choker on his neck, tracing over the small golden heart at the center, proof of its significance.
Fuck, he hoped no one would take one look at him and decide he’d gone from being one Sin’s toy to another’s.
Either way, the point of the outfit – colors and all – was to separate his new self from the persona Mammon shoved onstage. Give him his real identity back, give him a chance to be who he was. That’s why he went with black and red; imp colors; instead of Ozzie’s more favored blues, reds, and purples. Rolling the handheld mike in his other hand, Fizz took a shaky breath, exhaled, and nodded to himself, reaching to whip out the dark blue tinted sunglasses he and Oz left in the limo at all times. Propping them up on his forehead, he hesitated, then took a step out.
“If you have to do this, Froggie, remember, you don’t gotta be happy all the time. You don’t have to let everything spill out on stage, but be honest, okay? Real fans won’t care.”
Ozzie’s voice brought a level of comfort Fizz hadn’t realized he could have on stage. He was right, Fizz knew that. Even if it was just his own mind remembering what Oz had said last night – he’d been worried then too, the softie. He just had to be himself, be honest. Yeah, okay.
He could try.
Fizz threw back the curtains blocking the limo door, stepping out onto the small circular carpet that acted as his stage. What with everything that he’d just done, Fizz couldn’t trust he’d be allowed access to larger stages, nor that his audience would flock the moment they spotted the limo. Going to them seemed like the best route.
“Hell-o, all you demons!” Fizz lifted the mike to be more audible as Greed ring denizens slowly stopped their everyday lives to glance over. “As you know, I’m Fizzarolli, formerly known as the Big M’s big brand-figure!”
A small crowd began to gather. Fizz paused, mentally shook off his nerves, and grinned out at them sheepishly.
“Well, as of the last annual Clown Pageant, I’m happy to announce that I am no longer working with Mammon. And, as I’m sure you’re wondering, I’m here to talk about what’s next.”
“Are you and Asmodeus really dating?!” Someone shouted from the back. Fizz laughed nervously, biting his lip before managing a smile.
“Well, who’s limo d’you think this is?” He offered up in response, grinning more when that drew a couple laughs from the crowd. “And thank you for the segue. As you know, Mam’s not too happy about his favorite marketable minion going AWOL. So for the foreseeable future, I won’t be here anymore.”
There was a wave of gasps and groans. Fizz hurried to placate them with a wave of his hand.
“No, don’t worry! See, that’s what I’m here for today. In order to stay outta Mammon’s space, while still giving you all the performances you deserve, I’m pleased to announce that the Club known as Ozzie’s is going to become my new base of operations!”
They went silent. Okay, this was okay. Just talk, just explain yourself.
“Since I’ve been performing there for a while now, and drawn in quite the crowd already, the big Oz and I figured what better place to move my act? He and I have also been talking about adding a special Sunday brunch performance for my younger fans! It’ll be completely tame, kids and their parents only. As for the rest of you 18+ fans, you’ll get to come down and see me any other time – Oz and I will be expanding the booking slots to allow for the extra patrons. How’s that sound?”
More silence, and then cheering, with a few polite claps. Okay, yeah, better than nothing. He could do this. Fizz gripped the microphone tighter, smiling shyly.
“I know it’s an adjustment. I’ve been working for Mammon the entire time most of you have known me. But those performances that you saw with him weren’t the real me. And I don’t know about you, but I’m not happy with anything other than my best. My finale song for the Pageant was the real me, the me that I’ve always wanted to be while performing. So I hope you’ll let me continue to be me, and do things my way.”
The crowd was silent a moment longer, before bursting into louder applause. He smiled, hopped a little on his feet, then twirled into a flourished bow.
“I hope to see you all there! More info will be up soon, so watch your socials!”
With that, Fizz jumped backwards into the limo, falling through the curtains with one last flick of his tail. He breathed a heavy sigh as the carpet retracted and the door closed.
One area down, a lot more to go.
~~~
So far, things hadn’t been too bad. Fizz would have the limo stop at different cities in Greed – skipping over Notamafiatown, since he knew none of his fans came from there and Oz would flip – and say his piece. Most of his fans seemed pretty open to the idea of moving his shows down to Ozzie’s. A couple of them did ask about the sex dolls, but Fizz dodged those questions as best as possible. He and Ozzie still needed to discuss that particular part of Mammon’s influence.
He stopped the limo in one of the more banged up parts of Greed, Ransom City. It wasn’t really that bad, it just had an unfortunate name. Mostly composed of imp families, the area was pretty much the slums of Greed. Honestly it sort of reminded him of houses in Pride, or at least the ones he had seen, since he’d lived in circus tents like the rest of the performers. Fizz had fans here, of course he did. Anyone who lived this kind of life would idolize the lucky ones who made it out. And regardless of what Ozzie said, Fizz was one of those lucky ones, had been the moment he first won Mammon’s pageant.
He was just finishing up his spiel again – fuck, it was starting to feel rehearsed – when a fluff of white hair caught his eye. He did his best to focus on finishing his sentence, but he couldn’t help the brief glance over.
It was the impling again, the one he’d talked with before that creep interrupted the meet and greet. He smiled faintly, finishing the rest of his speech before turning to the kid. He was staring up at him in awe, and waved eagerly upon realizing he was being watched. Fizz smiled, walking over and kneeling to meet his eyes as the crowd dispersed.
Did you get any of that? He signed to him cautiously.
No. The kid signed. I’m completely deaf.
Fizz put a gentle hand on his shoulder as he signed back. That’s okay. Would you like me to translate?
The kid nodded, grinning broadly. Yes! Yes!
Fizz smiled and began translating what he told the rest of the crowd, skipping over the parts about attending the 18+ shows. He had to laugh when the impling began signing back before he was even finished, too excited to tell Fizz how he couldn’t wait.
What’s your name? Fizz asked at the end of his translation.
Oliver. The impling – Oliver – signed back with a smile. I’m nine!
Nice to meet you, Oliver. Fizz smiled. Remember to tell your parents so they can bring you to my Sunday shows, okay? We are doing a trial run this weekend.
Oliver nodded, holding his arms out for a hug. Fizz was happy to tuck him into a gentle embrace. He released the impling after a moment, waving him off with a warm smile as he went back to the limo. He was about to get back in when a tug came at his tail. He paused and turned to see Oliver staring up at him.
Do you need something else, kid? Fizz signed cautiously.
…You can hear.
Yes, I can.
How come you sign then?
Fizz stiffened, but managed to take a breath. It was okay. Oliver was just a kid, just a curious little impling. He knelt and slowly flexed his prosthetic arm.
See these? I was in a bad accident, and I couldn’t talk for a while. So I learned to sign.
I’m sorry. I think it’s cool though, like a secret language!
Fizz laughed quietly. Yes, exactly. A secret language just for us.
Just for us! Oliver repeated, beaming. Can you walk me home, please, Fizzarolli? I’ve never been out this way before.
Fizz nodded to him with a smile. Why not? It was dangerous out here anyway, especially for Oliver, who wouldn’t be able to hear any gunshots. Besides, it was still in Ransom, he could drop the kid off and come right back to head home, Oz would be fine with it.
Of course I can. And just call me Fizz, Oliver.
Okay Fizz! Oliver reached for his hand. Fizz grasped it with a chuckle, signing with one hand.
So, where do you live, kid?
Oliver signed the address, then began tugging him off down the street. Fizz followed with a soft laugh. Wow, this kid was fast. Oliver scampered on ahead, signing excitedly about showing Fizz his house. Fizz smiled and nodded, managing to keep stride easily after so long walking his quieves, the little things always moved so fast. He still kept an eye out for anything dangerous, any sign of trouble, though, and made sure Oliver was grabbing his hand again when they went onto busier streets. Yeah, maybe he was a bit on edge, but he’d been kidnapped in this Ring just a little under a week ago and Mammon definitely hated his ass now. Call him paranoid, but the cards were not lining up in Fizz’s favor at the moment.
Somewhere along the way, Oliver turned to lead them down a side street. He signed that he was pretty sure it was this way – after checking the street signs, Fizz agreed, though he tensed as he spotted the shady characters lingering in the dark.
“Hey, isn’t that Fizzarolli?” A shadow-shrouded figure inched closer. Fizz tucked Oliver to his side, halting him.
“Yeah, who wants to know?” He challenged, keeping a firm grip on the impling so he knew he was safe. The figure stepped closer, and once in the light revealed a loan shark, probably idling in the alley for easy pickings.
“Heard what y’said ‘bout Mammon,” they drawled. “Do you really think a f’ckin trash heap like your act is gonna stand a chance without him? Doesn’t matter if your sugar daddy gives you a show, you’ll never be great without him.”
Fizz grit his teeth, clutched Oliver closer, and channeled his inner Blitz.
“Well, thanks for that opinion I didn’t ask for. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he gently tugged Oliver’s hand to lead him away. “I have better places to be than standing here talking to you.”
“Trash-act sellout whore!!”
Fizz sucked in a breath through his teeth, hurrying Oliver through the side street. Once they were safely on the other side, he gently tapped the impling’s hand to get his attention.
Which way now, Ollie?
Oliver gazed up at him for a moment, frowning. What happened, Fizz? You look like you did at the Pageant.
Nothing, Ollie. Don’t worry about it. Fizz managed to force a smile and gestured to the street in a question. Come on now kid, which way home?
Oliver took his hand again and went left. Fizz followed silently, gazing blankly at the street ahead of them. More slums, the odd imp smoking or drinking, homeless demons begging by run-down shops, someone trading money for a bag of drugs. Nothing really unusual – still, Fizz felt a raw guilt pooling in his stomach. How could he have let Mammon exploit him for so long, let him drain these demons, demons just like him, of their money so much they had to live like this?
Fizz? Oliver traced the letters of his name along the back of his hand. Fizz took another breath and glanced over with a forced smile.
I’m fine. He signed, hoping Oliver would take it as reassurance.
I don’t think you are. Oliver signed back, looking hesitant but determined. Did that demon say something mean?
Fizz bit his lip. Yeah. Yeah, he said something a little mean.
Then he was lying. Oliver stamped his foot a little, and Fizz chuckled at the impling’s stubborn innocence. He’d almost forgotten what it looked like. Whatever he said was a lie, because you are the best ever.
Oh, really? Fizz stifled a laugh as Oliver nodded firmly. He didn’t deserve to hear that praise, not when Oliver was living here, living like this, because of what he let Mammon do… Hey Ollie, can I ask you something?
Oliver nodded, and Fizz took a breath, then sighed as he began to sign.
Why… do you like my performances?
Oliver hesitated, then signed back. Because you can tell any story you want without talking. I don’t have to guess what you’re saying.
That was true, wasn’t it? Fizz nodded and urged him on, continuing to sign as they walked. Well, I’m going to work on adding sign to my acts. Then you can know what I’m saying, and understand more of the jokes.
Oliver beamed. That would be awesome!
Glad you think so. Fizz wrapped an arm around the young imp, petting his mess of fluffy hair to make him giggle. He carefully avoided the jagged points of the impling’s broken horns, and Fizz wondered, briefly, why they were like that. It looked new, the black striping had yet to fade to dull gray like Fizz’s, at least.
Oliver veered left sharply, and Fizz yelped in surprise as he was pulled up stone steps into a run-down apartment building. He relaxed when he realized he must have been about to walk past the kid’s house, and let him lead the way. Oliver took him up a splintering staircase, beaming at the older imp.
This is where you live? Fizz asked for confirmation, and he nodded, innocent as ever. Fizz felt the guilt grow worse.
They stopped in front of a singular door that looked about to fall from its hinges. Oliver pushed it open with a smile, turning to sign a ‘thank you’ to Fizz.
Anytime, Ollie. Fizz signed back, smiling and kneeling to hug him. Oliver hugged back, tail twitching as he moved to scamper inside. Fizz stood back to let him go, since he should probably be heading back to the limo before Oz got too worried. He was just heading back down the stairs when he heard a loud shout.
“Oliver!”
Fizz turned to see who had called for him – they had to know he wouldn’t have heard that. The impling was still happily waving at him and as Fizz suspected, none the wiser of the yell. A hand grabbed Oliver by the arm and whirled him around so that he was face-to-face with whoever was blocked from view by the door. Fizz took a cautious step back towards the door, doing his best not to alert whoever it was thanks to the creaking old wood. An older imp was holding Oliver by the arm, sharp, disdainful yellow eyes glaring down at him. Shit, Oliver looked really scared.
“Where the fuck do you think you’ve been?! You aren’t supposed to leave this house, you know that!”
Oliver was trembling in what looked like learned fear. Fizz saw him raise his hands, beginning to sign, but the imp slapped his hands to make him stop. He felt anger beginning to pool in his chest at the sight.
“Don’t use that fuckin’ ass stuff! If you wanna talk to me, talk, you miserable excuse of a–!”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Fizz strode forwards, grabbing the imp’s attention. “Who are you?”
“What’s it to you, slut?”
Fizz ignored that comment, though he clenched a fist. “My name is Fizzarolli–”
“The fucking degenerate whore?” They were growling with every word, and Fizz felt an urge to snarl back. “How the fuck does this concern you?”
“Well, I was concerned when you started yelling at your child,” Fizz snapped, wrapping an arm around Oliver as he felt the kid clutch onto his side. “You know he’s deaf, right? He can’t hear what you’re saying, he can only feel the vibrations. Either way, you shouldn’t be yelling at him like he did something wrong–”
“This pathetic excuse for an impling is no son of mine just ‘cause I took pity on his mother!” The imp’s eyes narrowed on Fizz. “And he did do something wrong, dipshit! We told ‘em not to leave the house and he left the house!”
“Okay, but did you write it down, or just tell him when you knew he wouldn’t be able to hear you?”
His expression told Fizz all he needed to know.
“That’s what I thought. So, what was the point you were trying to make?”
“Verona!” They shouted suddenly, calling back into the house. A second adult imp wandered out of the few doors inside the apartment. They looked tired, cigarette in one hand as they stared at the scene before them.
“What?”
“Your stupid son’s fucked up again! Went and brought a whore home with him!”
Fizz snarled at the imp – Oliver’s stepfather, it seemed – but turned his attention to the other imp, apparently Oliver’s mother. She didn’t even look like she gave a fuck, taking a drag from the cigarette and shrugging.
“Oliver, go to your room.” She waved a hand dismissively at what Fizz could see was a mold-covered couch.
Oliver’s grip loosened, and he took a few cautious steps away from Fizz. He didn’t like the way the kid was shaking at all. The second Oliver walked past his stepfather, the imp slapped him, hard, on the back of the head to make him stumble. His mother said nothing, merely walked back into the room she’d emerged from. Fizz felt the rage bubbling up inside his chest beginning to boil over.
“That’s what you get,” Oliver’s stepfather laughed cruelly as the poor kid fell to the ground. Fizz could see tears in his eyes. “Maybe it’ll teach you to listen when we say shit–”
Fizz wasn’t even sure what he’d done until the dick was already on the ground, clutching his jaw in pain. Fizz let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, shaking his hand as he felt a residual pain from the blow he’d dealt. The dick tried to get up and then Fizz was punching him again, grabbing him around the neck and pinning him to the wall. He kept his arms extended to hold the imp there, snarling.
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Him.” Fizz dropped the dickhead unceremoniously on the ground, panting as he pulled his arms back to himself. “Get away. Get away from him, now.”
“Fine! You care about the little brat so much, you take him! We never wanted him anyway!!”
Fizz snarled again, but the miserable excuse for an imp had scrambled after his wife and slammed the door shut. Fizz exhaled, sinking onto his knees and staring at his now shaking hands. He hadn’t realized he was even capable of that.
A soft rustling caught his attention, and he looked up to see Oliver peeking out at him from behind the moldy couch.
“Shit– I mean– fuck, I…” Fizz drew in a shaky breath, doing his best to stay calm as he locked eyes with Oliver. It’s okay Oliver. Come here, buddy.
He held his arms out for a hug, and Oliver leapt into the embrace without hesitation, burying his tiny face against Fizz’s chest. Fizz wrapped his arms around the impling protectively, stroking his white hair. Again, his eyes trailed over the broken horns, the white scarring on his little tail, the baggy clothes he wore. The current green shirt and shorts he had on looked much dirtier than the ones he’d worn to the Pageant.
Fizz braced his feet under himself and managed to stand, bringing Oliver with him, somehow shifting him into one arm so his other was free to sign. Oliver clung to his shirt, eyes filled with tears, and Fizz brushed them away with a gentle touch.
I’ve got you, Ollie. He signed, hand still shaking. I’m going to take you out of here, okay?
Why?
Fizz glanced back at the still firmly-shut door. Your parents aren’t nice to you, are they?
Oliver hesitated longer than Fizz liked before responding. I guess not.
It’s because they don’t appreciate how awesome you are. Fizz knew that all too well. Sure, Buckzo had always been good to him – at the cost of neglecting his own son, Fizz really needed to apologize to Blitz for that – and Tilla downright wonderful, but his own parents… They’re hurting you. Good parents don’t do that to their children, Ollie.
Oliver wiped his eyes as new tears welled up. I can see them yelling all the time. But I don’t know what they’re saying.
Good. Fizz tucked him closer. Don’t worry about what they say.
I was bad though. Oliver signed hesitantly. I don’t think they said I could go see the Pageant. I asked them, I even tried to write it, but they just yelled at me. But I saved all my money, I had to go see you.
I’m glad you did. Fizz signed back, glancing back over at the door again to make sure they were still alone. You’re not in trouble for that, Ollie. It’s okay.
Oliver hugged him around the neck, and Fizz hugged back. Once the kid had pulled his face free, he signed to him again.
Do you want to come with me, Ollie? You can come see my home, since you showed me yours.
Do I need my things? Oliver signed back, frowning. You want me to go forever, right? And not come back here?
Fizz frowned. I was going to ask if that was okay. Have they told you to do that before?
They point at the door and slam it when I leave. They don’t say anything when I come back though. I just do small jobs and look for lost money until then.
Fizz gripped him closer. Do you want to come stay with me? At least for a little while. We can find you somewhere else to stay if you don’t like it. But I want to make sure you get out of here at least.
Yes yes yes! Oliver signed back repeatedly, and Fizz stifled a hoarse laugh, beginning to walk towards the door. Wait! I want my doll!
Fizz smiled and set him down as he gestured to the couch. Oliver ran over and dragged a tiny cardboard box out from underneath it. Fizz could see some ratty blankets, a few pieces of paper with drawings on them, and a worn, dusty, but clearly treasured Fizzarolli doll – the ones marketed specifically for kids, though they hadn’t been produced for long. Mammon had gone more in a sexual direction and stopped making a lot of the exclusively child-friendly products after a while when profits fell. The stuffed doll was just like he remembered from the initial production run, bearing his smiling face, jester hat, and clown outfit, all made chibi-size and perfect for hugging, judging by Oliver’s tight grip on it as he scampered back over.
Mom and step-dad threw away your autograph when they found it after the Pageant. Oliver explained as Fizz knelt to pick him up again. But I got this years ago and I kept it safe all this time!
It’s adorable. Fizz signed back with a laugh, carrying him out of the apartment at last and making his way down the stairs. How did you find it? Mammon stopped making them.
I was helping the toy shop lady clean up after the messy kids. Oliver was smiling, the last of his tears drying against his face as he hugged his toy. She gave me a book for sign language so I could learn, and when I signed ‘I like clowns’ she found him for me in the back of the shop. I hid him really well.
I’m glad.
Fizz hesitated, about to ask Oliver if he thought this toy shop owner might be a potential good guardian, but was interrupted when his phone rang. Readjusting Oliver against his hip, he quickly pulled it out to see who was calling him, smiling when he saw Ozzie’s contact. Wait, shit, Ozzie. Checking the time, Fizz groaned and barely stopped himself from uttering a swear. He was supposed to have been back in Lust by now, Oz was probably worried sick. He stood in the small ‘lobby’ of the first floor in the building, immediately accepted the call, and pressed the phone to his ear, laughing nervously.
“Hey babe–”
“Froggie, where are you? Are you okay, are you hurt? You were supposed to be back forty-five minutes ago, what happened?”
“I’m okay, Oz, I’m okay.” Fizz glanced at Oliver, seeing him happily cuddling the doll. “I just, uh… something came up.”
“What happened? Did Mammon find out you were there? Froggie, talk to me, do you need me to come get you?”
“No, Oz, I-I’m fine.” Fizz took a breath. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m coming home now, alright? I just gotta get back to the limo and make a pit stop first.”
“Get back to the limo? Fizzy, where are you?”
“Uh, I might be in Ransom?”
“...I’m coming down there.”
“No, Oz, I’m fine, really!” Fizz protested immediately. “Look, it’s a long story, okay? Just wait for me, okay? I’ll be home soon, and… I guess I’ve got a surprise for you?”
“Should I be concerned?”
“I mean…” Fizz locked eyes with Oliver, who smiled up at him innocently. He smiled back. “No, not for me. I’ll explain everything, okay? I’ll be there soon and I can explain.”
“Alright. I love you, Fizzyfrog. Be safe.”
“Always am, hot stuff.” Fizz grinned, putting the phone down and beginning to walk out of the building. He glanced down at Oliver again as he walked out, carrying the kit back the way they’d come, to the limo. Hey Ollie, do you like burgers?
Oliver nodded, clutching his doll tighter. Fizz smiled, hefting him up against his hip as he walked a little faster, keeping to the main streets to avoid having any more annoying interactions.
~~~
Once they reached the limo, Fizz tucked Oliver into one of the many soft cushion piles. Oliver was looking around in wide-eyed awe, excited beyond belief. Fizz smiled warmly, recognizing that feeling, he’d been this way during his first limo ride too.
He kept Oliver occupied with small talk, asking him things like his favorite color, his favorite game, that sort of thing. Oliver was happy to answer, holding his toy close as he chattered away to Fizz in their secret language. Somehow, by the time they’d made it back into Lust and pulled into the drive-through for the burger place Fizz liked, he’d ended up cuddled against the jester’s side. Fizz wrapped an arm around him, flicking his blue tinted shades over his eyes as he ordered for them both – and got Ozzie’s favorite as well, figuring that would probably help calm him down. Once the food was secured, Fizz reassured Oliver he could eat now if he was hungry, and tucked him to his side as they started down the road, back to the palace.
So, how much do you know about Asmodeus? Fizz signed cautiously as they drove.
He’s one of the Sins. Oliver paused to put a handful of fries in his mouth. And he was at the Pageant with you. He yelled something and Mammon got mad but everyone else looked excited.
He was telling them that… Fizz hesitated, smiling shyly. Well, that he loves me. He’s my partner.
Oliver nodded in understanding, eyes wide. He’s your boyfriend?
Fizz laughed. Yes, he’s my boyfriend. And I live with him, so that’s where we’re going now. It’s a pretty big home.
Like a castle? Oliver signed rapidly, beaming. I’ve never seen a castle!
More like a really tall apartment, but the top floor is all ours, no one else lives there. Fizz laughed again as he saw Oliver’s eyes widening. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the building in question coming into view, and carefully lifted Oliver to look out the window. It’s called a Penthouse.
Oliver was shaking with excitement, turning to beam at Fizz. You live here?!
Yeah, I do! Fizz was still laughing, unable to stop smiling as the limo pulled into the private garage, and he gently pushed the door open. Come on, it’s even better inside.
“Fizzy!” Ozzie was rushing up to the limo the second it stopped. Fizz smiled even wider as he spotted the deep concern on his boyfriend’s face. He gathered up the fast food bags and stepped out, passing them off to their secretary, who had followed Oz out.
“Send those to the kitchen please,” he told her, and she nodded, heading off to do as asked. Oz pulled Fizz in close and kissed him deeply. Fizz returned it, relaxing into him with a soft sigh, before pulling back with a small giggle. “Oz~”
“What happened, Froggie?” Ozzie stroked his cheek, looking him over. “Why were you late? Are you sure you’re not hurt–?”
“I’m fine, Oz.” Fizz laughed, leaning in to rub their noses together. “You can put me down, babe, we’ve got an audience, y’know.”
“A– what?” Ozzie glanced around the garage, confused.
Fizz smiled, gently pried himself from his partner’s arms, and dropped to the floor, heading towards the limo again. Oliver was sitting where Fizz had left him, looking nervous and shy. He offered a kind smile, signing to him slowly.
It’s okay, Ollie. Do you want to meet my boyfriend? Fizz held his hand out. Oliver hesitated, then nodded shyly and took the offered hand, letting Fizz lead him out of the limo.
“Fizzy?” Ozzie’s eyes were wide – all of them, including the little heads in his mane. Fizz laughed softly, turning so Oliver could see his hands and Ozzie could see his face.
“Ozzie, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is my partner Ozzie.” He signed in time with his voice, so Oz would get the hint, and Oliver could see he was talking to both of them.
Ozzie’s gaze softened, and he looked at Fizz in concern. “Fizzy, what happened?”
“Ollie needed help, Oz.” He answered as he felt Oliver grab onto his side again, and paused briefly to smooth his hair. He saw him smile, and stopped signing – he didn’t need to know what he was going to say next. “Look at him, Ozzie. This is from his parents.”
Oz’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
“I saw it. He asked me to walk him home, because he lived in Ransom.” Fizz clutched him closer. “Ozzie, they don’t care what happens to him, just because he… just because he can’t hear them.”
“Froggie…” Asmodeus stepped over, knelt to put an arm around Fizz, then looked down at where Oliver clung to his leg. “Hi there, little guy.”
Fizz smiled as he translated for him. Oliver beamed, waving back. Fizz laughed, leaning into the comforting warmth of his partner. “He says hi back. Waving means hello and goodbye.”
Ozzie smiled, nodding. “Got it. So, he’s a fan, huh? Can tell by the toy – it’s a cutie.”
Fizz translated, and Oliver held the toy up proudly, signing so rapidly Fizz laughed. “A big fan, Oz, he wants to be a clown ‘just like Fizz’.”
Ozzie laughed his usual deep, soothing laugh and offered an arm. “I’m sure he’ll be a great clown. First though, how about some lunch? I saw those takeout bags, Fizzy, hope you got my favorite.”
“Well, obviously.” Fizz laughed and nodded, turning back to Oliver. Ozzie thinks you’ll be a great clown, kiddo. Come on, want to go finish your burger?
Oliver nodded, and Fizz wasted no time in lifting him up, signing quickly for him to ‘hang on’. He looked confused, but gripped onto Fizz’s shirt – just in time, as Ozzie swiftly wrapped Fizz in his strong hold and lifted him. Fizz laughed at Oliver’s surprised look, meeting Ozzie’s warm smile with one of his own. Oz tucked them close to his chest as a portal appeared, leading straight into the kitchen. Oliver was gaping in wonder as they walked through, emerging on the other side instantly.
The secretary had put the food out as asked, and Fizz had Ozzie set him down, settling Oliver in a chair. He gave the impling back his meal, while Ozzie passed Fizz his own with a peck on the cheek. Fizz smiled and nuzzled back, spotting Oliver staring in wonder. He smiled and put his burger down to sign.
Sorry, he’s clingy.
Oliver grinned and giggled. Yeah he is!
“Uh, Fizzy?” Ozzie asked him softly. “Does he know he laughed?”
“He might, he’s not, like, mute. He can make sounds, or even talk if he learned how, he just can’t hear.” Fizz explained softly, smiling and signing to Oliver. He thinks you have a nice laugh.
Oliver giggled again. Oz smiled, guiding Fizz’s hands to his food again. “Alright. Now, let’s get some food in our bellies, Froggie. We can talk about everything after.”
Fizz nodded, signed for Oliver to continue eating, and leaned against Ozzie as he chomped down on his burger. They ate in silence, and Fizz noticed Oliver still hadn’t let go of his Fizzarolli doll, even trying to feed it some fries. He and Oz shared amused grins at that.
After Oliver was done eating, Fizz scooped him into his arms and nuzzled the little impling to make him smile. He balanced him against his hip, signing in time with his speech again so Ozzie would know what he was doing.
“Let’s get you a bath, kay Ollie?” He gave the kit a boop on his nose, grinning.
“You need any help, Fizz?” Ozzie asked quietly.
“Nah, I got him.” Fizz kept his gaze on Oliver, smiling widely as he began tickling the impling to make him squeal. “But can you get some of my pajamas for us? I don’t wanna put him back in these clothes, would’ve had him bring some of his but most of them seemed just as worn out.”
“I gotcha, Froggie.” Ozzie put his hands on Fizz’s shoulders, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek with a fond smile. Fizz lifted his head just enough to smile back. “Go freshen up, babe. I’ll find something for you both to wear.”
“You’re the best, bae.” Fizz pressed a swift kiss back, before slipping from Ozzie’s hold to carry the impling off to the bathroom.
Oliver was gaping in awe, and Fizz chuckled softly. The couple’s regular bathroom was far from ‘standard’ or anything like it. Oz said most of the Sins and Goetias had their homes decked out with extravagance like this, alongside personal flairs here and there. The bathtub was thus very deep, shaped like a heart, and designed after a human invention called an Onsen, though of course this one was actually for bathing, it could just reach very hot temperatures and cycled water from one of the hot springs in Lust. There was a shallower end of the tub, a wade-in area where Fizz would usually stick to when he wasn’t hanging off Ozzie. Here was where he knelt while he carefully helped Oliver take his clothes off, and convince him to leave the Fizz doll on a shelf that would stay dry. The impling was reluctant, but agreed after a minute and let Fizz stretch to place the doll on the shelf. He at least was entertained seeing Fizz’s limbs extend.
You like that, huh? Fizz asked as he gently pulled Oliver’s shirt off and gestured for the little one to continue undressing.
Yes! It’s so cool how you can stretch! Are they water-proof?
Yep, Oz made them to be. Fizz demonstrated by dipping a hand into the water. I got my first ones from Mammon, but Ozzie made them better.
Cool! Oliver giggled as Fizz lifted him into the water. It’s warm!
All warm just for you. Fizz booped him on the nose again. Do you want to clean yourself or want my help?
I can do it, but I can’t get my back.
Easy. How about I do that while you get the front?
Fizz stretched and brought over the soaps along with some washcloths. He also grabbed some of Oz’s shampoo and conditioner. It was going to smell like spiced apples, probably would sting a bit too if Oliver got some in his eye, but it was all they had right now and the kid needed a good hair wash. Fizz would just have to be careful, hopefully they could get some children’s shampoo and conditioner later. He handed Oliver a soap bar and washcloth, then grabbed his own to kneel at the edge of the pool and scrub down the little one’s back.
He tensed slightly and could feel his hands begin to shake as he cautiously washed away a bit of grime. There was a streak of white on Oliver’s red skin. He gently traced it, breath quickening as he saw how long and jagged it was. He continued washing, eyes going wider still as he spotted smaller white scars – splatters, like some hot liquid was thrown against his back. Fizz ran a hand gently through Oliver’s fluffy hair. He snarled quietly, and gently lifted some water to rinse the soap off, before getting Oliver’s attention.
Ollie, can I wash your hair for you? He held up the shampoo and conditioner. I’ll be careful around your horns, okay?
Oliver nodded, so Fizz took a steadying breath and put some shampoo in his hands to begin scrubbing into his hair. Oliver helpfully tilted his head back a little, and Fizz just sighed softly, gently kneading his fingers into the fluffy white locks to be sure he was cleaning everything. He managed to rinse it out easily enough with the small shower head at this end of the tub, then started on the conditioner. Oliver stayed perfectly calm while he smoothed each lock and rinsed all the soap out. He gave the impling a gentle lick on the head next, and when Oliver giggled, he continued. He held the kid gently in his arms and slowly licked his hair down so it lay flat and neat, stretching an arm to grab a clean towel to wrap him in.
Once Oliver was bundled in the fluffy white towel and getting dry, Fizz carried him to the cushy seat by the bathroom vanity, plopping him on his lap and continuing to lick his hair flat. Oliver managed to make a small purr, and Fizz rumbled back with one of his own, smoothing stray tufts of hair down with his tongue. He knew Oliver wouldn’t be able to hear it, but he hoped by pressing the impling to his chest, he’d be able to feel the vibrations as Fizz responded to him.
“Froggie, what are you doing~?” Oz’s voice called, filled with love and amusement as he walked in, clothes for both imps draped over one arm. Fizz licked down one last tuft, purred to his kit, then lifted his head to look up at Oz.
“Nothing, why?”
Oz smiled gently and wandered closer, kneeling to kiss him on the forehead. “You were licking him, babe.”
“His hair was messy.” Fizz retorted, smiling at Oliver. “I had to use your hair stuff, sorry…”
“No apologies needed, Fizzyfrog.” Oz pecked his cheek. “He looks nice and clean now. We’ll find some shampoo and conditioner for him later. Now, you wanna change? I got your pjs, and some for the kid – we should probably take him to a store for ones he likes though.”
“Mhm.” Fizz hummed to show Oz he was listening, but took the clothes for Oliver and focused on him. Arms up, Ollie, got some pajamas for you.
Oliver giggled again and let Fizz pull the blue shirt over his head. It was one of Ozzie’s, he recognized it as one he used for his smaller form. It was more like a nightgown on Oliver, but that was alright. Fizz set him down and went with Ozzie to let the kid finish dressing himself in the rest of the outfit. He slipped behind one of the paper screens to change into his own pjs, complete with the nightcap he usually wore. Ozzie scooped him up with a fond nuzzle when he emerged, and Fizz kissed back sweetly before hurrying to check on his impling. Oliver reached up for a hug, and Fizz was happy to lift him, licking his hair flat again where it got ruffled from putting the shirt on. He purred to him, and Oliver nuzzled against his chest, curling in his arms.
“Hm, bedtime then?” Oz wrapped his strong arms around Fizz, nuzzling his cheek gently. “I know it’s early, but you did have a long day…”
You tired, Ollie? Fizz asked, nuzzling against Ozzie’s thick mane. Oliver nodded, rubbing his eyes sleepily, before signing.
What about Fizzarolli?
He squirmed slightly and pointed up to the shelf where Fizz had put the toy. Ozzie chuckled warmly, kissed Fizz’s cheek, and moved to collect it. He carried it over to where Oliver was reaching for it with sleepy little cries. Oz settled it into his waiting arms, smiling and moving to pet the carefully groomed fluffy white hair. Fizz promptly let out a soft growl to make him step back.
“Fizzy?”
“I just got it all neat, you’re not messing it up.” Fizz huffed, tucking Oliver closer and gently licking his hair again. Ollie, you ready for bed now?
Yes please.
“Alright.” Oz wrapped his strong arms around Fizz and lifted them both up. “Then can I at least take my Fizzyfrog to bed?”
“Mmm, yes.” Fizz grinned up at him with a lopsided smile. “You may. I want cuddles.”
Oz chuckled and kissed him as they began walking to bed, letting Fizz rub their faces together lightly. Fizz rubbed closer, tucking Oliver to his chest as he began purring, doing his best to press his scent against the fluffy blue feathers. He could feel Oliver purring softly too, and cuddled him gently as Ozzie laid the imps down on their large canopy bed. He crooned and stretched out before curling himself protectively around Oliver. The kid nuzzled up against his chest, cuddling his doll as Fizz licked his face and hair gently.
“Froggieee~” Ozzie slid into place beside them and began gently twirling Fizz’s tail between his fingers. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Fizz blushed and nuzzled Oliver’s little head, licking at his hair still. “Nothing, Oz.”
Ozzie hummed knowingly, nuzzling him again. “Froggie, you’re not acting normal right now. I just want to know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Ozzie.” Fizz curled his tail to wrap over Oliver. “I’m just grooming my kit.”
“Grooming? Wait– kit?”
Fizz blushed and squirmed to press against Ozzie’s chest. “It’s an imp thing, don’t worry about it.”
“Mm, alright…” Something told Fizz the conversation wasn’t over. “Sleep well, Fizzyfrog.”
Fizz yawned, tucking Oliver closer. “Sweet dreams, babe.”