Title: 'No' Means 'No'
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Ozzie's, Ozzie's House
Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus || Ozzie, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), OC: Aja, OC: Brick, OC: Nikiva, OC: Chastity Cage, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Verosika Mayday, Wally Wackford, Stolas Goetia
Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: E
Chapters: 1/
Word Count: 1005
Type Of Work: One-Shot, FicWip Summer Retreat 60 Minute Fic Challenge
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, F/M, Non-Con Touching, Death Threats, Threats, Public Shaming, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Sexual Harassment, Harassment, Stalking, Theft, Assassination, Attempted Murder, Character Death, Violence, Weaponry, Blood, Mentioned Blitzo/Stolas
Disclaimer: I only own the unnamed succubus.
Summary: If that succubitch didn't leave Fizzarolli alone, she was going to have a rather angry king of Hell to deal with.
Chapter Summary: Fizzarolli gets into some hot water with someone that probably shouldn't be messed with.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!
I participated in the FicWip summer writing retreat this year, and I was very productive in it! Across five projects, I wrote 11,336 words! I'm really proud of myself for getting things done. They rolled out a new challenge, a 60-minute fic challenge, and this is the product of that! I finished it with about two minutes left, and I'm actually really happy with it. If anyone wants me to continue it, I might be able to drag out some more plot stuff.
At any rate, the succubus featured has no names and barely any description, but I could design and name her should this actually gain any attention.
EDIT: I have decided to make this a chapter fic! I'm going to try and do each chapter in an hour, and I have gotten it plotted out. I hope you'll stay tuned!
Chapter One: Tell Me Why I Feel Unwanted
A huffy sigh and sudden jingle caught Ozzie's attention, first, and he glanced to his side in the round booth he occupied with about six other demons. Most notable of which was his little imp, Fizzarolli, at his left, pressed between one of the sycophants leaning into Ozzie and a succubus that seemed to be annoying him. She drug her hand up his chest, and another jingling of the bells on his cap told the lust demon he'd moved even if he hadn't been looking.
The imp rolled his eyes as he turned away from her, and when her hand not only didn't leave him but dropped into his lap, his robotics whirred. Snatching her wrist and almost throwing it into her lap, he scrambled up onto the table to escape her to the tune of 'don't play so hard to get' and a pout that could have turned even someone like Stolas to jelly. When Ozzie was schmoozing his admirers, for the most part, Olli was content to sit nearby and join them in their worship.
But if he was climbing him, intent on becoming a lightly growling necklace, that meant that he'd been pushed until he couldn't even sit still. A deep growl filled Ozzie's chest, his brow drawn in, lips in a firm line.
"Enough." Rising to his feet, Asmodeus climbed onto the bench beneath him, making a point to step between the succubus' spread thighs as demons oozed off of his body like sludge, "Don't, girl. Just. Don't."
A chorus of 'ooh's filled the lounge, and the blonde demon sputtered and choked at the obvious rebuff of her affections. Standing suddenly, she watched Ozzie turn away from her and the gaggle of writhing bodies behind her, speaking quietly with Wally for a second. The imp grinned at him, nodded emphatically, and bounded outside, no doubt to get security. With little choice, she made her retreat before the built men outside had a chance to manhandle her, but not without plenty of teary-eyed glares and promises of revenge.
'Disgraced' didn't even begin to cover it. That girl, Ozzie knew that she had a name but he didn't care to learn it, wouldn't be showing her face for quite a while. One didn't push Fizzarolli to the point of climbing his lover like a tree to escape without catching the media's eye. Every tabloid in every ring had reported on the night that marked that succubitch's social suicide.
But that didn't mean her threats had been empty.
[ Unknown Number ] Ur gonna p y
Olli sat up a little more against Ozzie's chest as he checked his phone, ending up on one elbow as he folded over it to try and check the number again. Narrowing his eyes in thought, he hummed for a moment, before tossing the phone into the fluffy feathers at the center of Ozzie's collarbone.
"What's up, buttercup?" Ozzie asked absently, not quite ready to put the raunchy novel he'd been reading down entirely. His other two heads kept their eyes on the words, drinking them in as Della finally got the balls up to stand up to Nerrarath and he wasn't taking any of her shit. This was going to be good. However, the main head was focused on Olli as he rolled fully onto his stomach and shoved his face into his lover's chest. Both clawed hands dug into the dark purple feathered fur there, and he growled as he rubbed his face into it a few times.
He didn't need to think about it.
[ Unknown Number ] U shudda just put out
[ Unknown Number ] Slut
[ Unknown Number ] U think ur good enuff 4 him if u can't keep up w me?
[ Unknown Number ] Fucking stoopid slut
[ Unknown Number ] He'll leev 2
[ Unknown Number ] U won't have him 4evr
The influx of messages had Olli picking up the offending, vibrating hunk of plastic and glass, only to chuck it at the wall. It didn't matter if he didn't have Ozzie forever! It didn't. Really. It wasn't a big deal! It wasn't like Fizzarolli hadn't gone so far as to get life-altering, full surgeries, and amputations for the man, it wasn't like he hinged on his every word, and basked in the light of his attention or something. No, no, it was cool. It was casual, even.
So. Fucking. Casual.
"I'm fine." Rubbing a hand over the smooth stumps where his horns had once been, Olli huffed through his nose and curled in on himself. With his knees against his chest, he wrapped his arms around himself four times to secure himself tightly, safely, in his own embrace. Setting the book aside after dogearing the page, Ozzie pulled his lover closer, sat up straighter, and held him close to his face like the precious jewel he was.
"You're lying, and you know how I feel about lying." He murmured, kissing the side of his face.
"I… It's that psycho bitch, I think." Who else would be trying to prey on him this hard? He couldn't think of any more recent enemies he'd made.
"The one from the lounge…?" Ozzie frowned, gently scraping his nails over Olli's head, touching the sensitive nubs at the top with a soft, fond smile, "I could always see about getting her dealt with."
"What would you do?" Olli didn't really think he was paying enough attention to know for sure, but when he heard the buttons pressing on Ozzie's phone, he looked up. It rang once, twice, four times before someone picked up.
"Immediate Murder Professionals, whaddya want?" Loona asked in her typical bored tone, and Olli blinked a few times, processing what he was hearing.
"Do you do assassinations in Hell? I'm willing to cover whatever is necessary. Some bitch thinks she can play hardball."
Against the wall across from the bed, Olli's phone lit up with another message.
[ Unknown Number ] When he leevs u I'll be ready
[ Unknown Number ] U'll beg 4 my 4givness
[ Unknown Number ] U
[ Unknown Number ] Will
[ Unknown Number ] Pay
AN: Welp, there's that. I made it with three minutes left in the 60-minute sprint and didn't think I'd actually make it. The original fic was 1,005 words before editing, so I managed that in an hour despite having a few hiccups and focus issues.
Prompt: Unwanted Messages