Title: It's Never A Dream
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Blitzo and Luna's Apartment
Pairing: Blitzo & Fizzarolli, Blitzo & Loona
Characters: Blitzo, Fizzarolli, Loona
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Family
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 667
Type Of Work: One-Shot
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Dubcon Kisses, Unwanted Kisses, One-Sided Blitzo/Fizzarolli, Unrequited Love, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, More Comfort Than I Thought Would Happen, Stolas Mention
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Blitzo never stood a chance whenever he had dreams about his past.
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!
Welp, my husband found me a prompt, and here we are! I really wanted to write something for this, and I was hit with the urge so I went ahead and did it. I managed to sit down and do this in one sitting, and I'm proud of getting it all ready pretty quickly. I have other fics to finish/edit, but I'm being a little bit slow on them. I hope y'all are looking forward to it! I'm so surprised that I'm getting any interaction at all, I'm used to writing for small ships/fandoms.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Prepare for some pain, I think.
It's Never A Dream
It didn't even occur to him that anything was wrong here, that things weren't what they were really meant to be.
Basking in the glory that was a teenaged Fizzarolli, happy and bouncy and playful, Blitzo was happy to laugh and smile with him. Even if f he didn't recognize their surroundings, it didn't matter, because they were together again, they were close, they didn't have the vitriolic poison between them.
They walked the streets of some old town that hadn't updated itself for the century, hand in hand as Fizz told him jokes that even he thought were corny. A giggle left the other Alpha, who grinned at him in a way that really showed off that mouth that he was so in love with. Something about it was so perfect, so ripe with a feeling deep within Blitzo's gut that he couldn't help himself.
He stopped them, tugging Fizzarolli back by his wrist, then his arm as he pulled him in for a hug. It quickly turned desperate, and he gripped the other clown in a frenzied embrace, trying to stop what he knew was inevitable, now. There was no denying it anymore.
"Blitzo…? You uh, you okay?" Fizzarolli sounded so genuinely confused, but Blitzo didn't have any words, no answer coming to mind. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, Blitzo knew less than Fizzarolli did, at this point. He lurched forward suddenly, crashing their lips together without a single thought in his head other than need.
What he hadn't quite expected was to suddenly be shoved back hard to the ground, Fizz wiping at his mouth with a cold glare. Abruptly, the landscape swirled and distorted around them, and Blitzo seemed to age like he was in a high school to now montage, sitting there on his ass with his knees tented and spread, arms behind him. His tail snapped as Fizzarolli changed with him, becoming the slutty (but not hot!), half-robotic sellout he was, now.
"What the fuck are you doing, Blitz?" Fizzarolli laughed cruelly, a sneer on his lips as he mocked his ex-best friend, "Everyone left you. Even the people who loved you couldn't wait to get away from you. Can you not see how you're the problem?"
"Shut the fuck up. You don't know shit!" But Blitz's voice quivered and Fizz seemed to take that as an admittance of defeat.
"Ah, so you do know that you're a failure! You hurt everyone in your life when they don't compare to your picture-perfect expectations!" The other imp laughed again, deep and guttural as his voice warped into some disfigured, too breathy bubbly of words, like talking underwater, "Nobody loves you, nobody will ever love you because you can't stand being confi–"
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Shooting up on the couch, Blitzo let out a loud, broken shriek only for it to turn to a groan of pain when his head connected with Loona's with a loud crack.
"Satan's tits, Blitz!" Loona howled, reeling back with her hand on her snout, the eye closest to the injury closed tightly. Blitz was busy rubbing his own forehead, glancing up at her with tears still in his eyes, "What the fuck!?"
"...S-Sorry, Loony." He murmured, voice quiet and cracking in the middle. The Hellhound's tail tucked a little, her ears tipped back, and she shook her head.
"You were crying in your sleep again." She offered softly, almost somber, and he hated it. He hated that she saw him like this, he hated that he was a goddamn mess lately, and he hated that he wanted to lash out, to make her leave. He didn't want to prove that nightmare bastard right.
Nobody will ever love you because you can't stand being what? Confident? Configured? Confi-gruent? He couldn't put his finger on the word that he must have meant, and he hated that he'd cut it off there.
Loona sighed when he didn't respond, setting a bottle of water and a box of tissues on the floor next to the couch. Pulling the blanket she'd brought out of his room off the back of the couch, she moved to tuck the imp into 'bed,' hoping to help soothe him. Much as she didn't like his overwhelming attention most times, she did care for him.
"Do you want to watch TV or something?" She asked, trying on her usual voice. Blitz, thoroughly swaddled into the soft blanket off of his bed, just nodded wordlessly, scooting into a sitting position with his knees up. He looked rather like an odd caterpillar scooching around like that, and she smirked as she grabbed the remote and turned on some mind-numbing gossip show.
She had to change the channel when something about Stolas came on and he flinched so hard she felt it beside her. Scooting over again and leaning into her, Blitz stopped her on a channel with old kids' shows on it. Closing his eyes as he listened to the basic, easy puzzles on screen, he felt vaguely safe hiding in a show he watched as a kid, even if more memories of Fizzarolli filled his mind. It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep, and she was glad to hold him through some easier dreams.
Despite this, when he woke up, he was resolute. He wouldn't push Loona away, he needed her, and he hoped that she would need him, too.
AN: My husband saw this prompt and sent it to me, and I absolutely had to do something with it with these two. I couldn't help myself, I hope you guys enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing this.
Prompt: "Everyone left you. Even the people who loved you couldn't wait to get away from you. Can you not see how you're the problem?"
"Shut the fuck up. You don't know shit." - From Prompts-In-A-Barrel on Tumblr