Title: At First Sight
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Loo Loo Land
Pairing: Mammon/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Asmodeus | Ozzie, Mammon, Fizzarolli
Genre: Humor/Romance/Erotic
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1861
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 1 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie
Status: Complete
Warnings: Preslash, Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Sexual Situations, Alcohol Mention, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: From the second they locked eyes, it was over.
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 Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!
So, I ended up finding this on day three, so I was just going to go back and work on days one and two, and I added seven to the list. There was some stuff happening on day seven that prevented me from finishing it. I plan on doing that for any of them that I miss, even if it's after day thirty. But! This one really got my attention and it's probably why I managed to get it finished. I got it finished on the ninth, but I dunno when I'll get it edited and posted, yet.
At First Sight
Fizzarolli had always thought that Mammon was big. He easily dwarfed the imp, exactly one torso of Fizzarolli's taller, and he'd always figured that that would be the end of it, really. There couldn't have been a demon larger than Mammon, and he was perfectly content in that knowledge. A large demon was just a large demon, royalty was royalty, and he couldn't do anything about it.
The second he laid eyes on Asmodeus, the King of Lust himself, his jaw dropped straight through the dirt into the next layer down. Gulping a little, he started with the realization that he came up to the top of the other demon's boots, and his breath stuttered in his throat. The Alpha didn't hear a single thing that Mammon or Ozzie were saying to him and barely noticed when both of them had stopped to stare at his gawking.
"Do you need a few minutes or a bj, Baby?" Ozzie offered casually, earning a little growl out of Mammon.
"Do not fuck the clown. Absolutely no clown fuckery in my motherfucking park." Mammon snarled, pointing up at Ozzie. Even he didn't go past Ozzie's lower ribs, and Fizz kept looking between them, and then looked back up at Ozzie with a gobsmacked, aroused expression. He was seconds away from barking, and the King of Greed was seconds away from smacking him for it. Or, maybe, he needed to blast him with the hose.
"Fine, fine, whatever," Ozzie waved his hand, batting away the other's anger as he sighed, rolling his eyes up, "Baby, you gotta be able to do a show for me. Mams is commissioning a sexless fuckbot and I gotta see how you move."
"W-wait, what?" Suddenly shooting a look up at Mammon, his brows drawn and eyes sad, lips pulled down in an open-mouthed frown, "You're replacing me?"
"Robots don't need a paycheck. Sorry, kid. No hard feelings." That grandiose, too toothy grin told him that there were definitely hard feelings that suddenly appeared when his rubbernecking became obvious, "You're pretty popular but you expect to be treated fairly." And Mammon was even less invested in that, watching the covetous way he stared at what was Mammon's property. Ozzie would definitely argue with him on that one, but it was what it was. Mammon had him in his park, which made the other sin his.
"I– But–" He almost looked like he was going to cry. Ozzie, for what it was worth, only raised an eyebrow. Naturally, Mammon was going to cheap out, even if he'd drop a fat load of cash into Ozzie's bank account first; It would only be a one-time transaction. Ozzie had been at the forefront of Mammon cheaping out and choosing to use Ozzie's talents instead of his own money for things, so he felt for the dejected imp.
"Oh, shut it." Mammon rolled his green eyes, shaking his head, "If you start crying about this Ozz is gonna skip town and the whole thing's going in the shitter. Come on, kid, it's not that bad. You're a real draw to the park, it shouldn't be that hard to get a new job."
Fizzarolli's eyes fell and he held a firm frown on his lips, and he just nodded silently. He was used to this kind of thing, being bought and sold, being treated like property. Ozzie rose a brow, glancing from the imp to his fellow sin, before rolling his eyes and huffing.
"You didn't even tell him first? You're such a fucking chode sometimes." Ozzie finally bent forward, making an attempt at getting Fizzarolli's attention by lifting his chin with a single finger. The jester rose his eyes more than the rest of his head, and Ozzie clucked at him a few times. For some reason, it seemed to perk him up, even if his eyes were still ready to spill, "Now, now, Baby, it's okay. Mams is an absolute fuckwagon but he can't fire you until the robot's ready."
Like that made him feel any better.
"...He's right." Mammon replied with a sigh, "So you have a job until it's ready. I'd start looking."
"You want to fuck off?" Ozzie finally asked, his expressions flat as he gazed at the tent behind Fizzarolli, the deflated clown in front of him only aggravating him further. It was no secret that he'd dropped the news so cruelly because he was being a possessive asshole, and the continued gum-baring grins and clear favoritism was pissing him off.
"Aww, Ozzie Baby, what's wrong?" Mammon simpered as if Ozzie was a child that had dropped his ice cream down his shirt and it was such a shame, "You worried he'll have performance anxiety, now?"
"Yeah, actually." Ozzie snapped, narrowing his eyes at the other King, earning a slightly shyer smile, an attempt at looking sheepish that didn't fit properly on his face, "He's gonna need to chill out first, or neither of us are going to get shit done. So? Fuck. Off."
"I– Okay, okay. I'll see you later, my place?" The hopeful look on his face didn't melt Ozzie outwardly, but his voice sounded a little calmer when he spoke.
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the shit museum." A little smile cracked both of the spectral heads on his shoulders and Mammon took that as his best shot to keep Ozzie in the Ring after he was done with Fizzarolli. With a teasingly long kiss, Mammon turned and headed deeper into the park, likely towards the office he kept further back on the grounds.
"Is... Is he always like this?" Fizzarolli moaned, dragging his hands over his face as he tried not to cry. It was harder than he liked to admit to.
"Pretty much. You aren't the only one that gets the shit stick when it comes to him deciding something will cut costs. He has plenty of money, more than enough, but he hates letting go of anything at all ever. He still has a bunch of lollipop wrappers because they're 'special to him.'" Ozzie informed, still on his knees with his ass in the air. The sentimentality that went into Mammon's obscene amount of collections was something Ozzie wasn't really fond of, but he never mentioned it. It wasn't worth the fight that would ensue.
One hand pressed into the dirt, and the other lifted Fizzarolli's head once more to look at him, "You aren't in the mood for performing, are you?"
"Nuh-uh." And Ozzie couldn't really blame him. Mammon was being a possessive, infected bag of dicks, and he knew that he was. It was a miracle and a half that he hadn't started putting his hands on him, because the King of Greed had a tendency to want to show off his temporary possession. Ozzie almost wished the park sold alcohol because he had a feeling he was going to need it later.
"...You good at your job?" Ozzie finally asked, and Fizzarolli's head tilted but he finally pulled his chin from the other's finger. Maybe he hadn't wanted to, and the light, almost unnoticeable purring had told Ozzie as much. It wasn't like anyone disliked it when he touched them, though, because just his touch alone felt almost divine.
"Yeah! I love my job. Performing is something I've kind of always done." Ever since he'd been a baby, he'd been expected to put on a show, and he did so without hesitation. His job was his life, and he was used to employers that pressured him into working even when he didn't think he could. And now it was expected of him to be forced to do that until the robot took his job from him, too, and he wasn't really looking forward to it. This would probably take his home from him, too, because he'd been staying behind the stage.
"I'm a performer, too, you know." Tapping his lip with his finger, Ozzie finally grinned, all three heads finding obvious pleasure in this, "Impress me, and you'll have a job. I've got a spot to fill at Ozzie's, and if you're good, you can have it." Plus, Mammon would then have to deal with what that meant to him.
"I… Don't think I'd make a good stripper." Fizzarolli's eyebrows drew in and down, and he glanced away again until he heard a deep, rumbling laugh from the elder demon. Watching him sink back, his ass on his ankles, Fizz rubbed one arm and bit his lip, "What?"
"I don't need any more strippers. The time it takes to train them if they aren't from the Lust Ring is ridiculous and I need to fill this spot as soon as I can. I need an emcee."
That had the imp perking up a little and a smile bloomed on his face.
"That I can do! I love telling jokes and talking to people. It's one of my favorite things." He loved the limelight and being the center of attention.
"Good," Spreading his knees and lifting himself onto his feet with a few movements from his hips that had Fizzarolli's attention glued to them, Ozzie gestured to the circus tent, "How about you put on a show for me, then? I need to start these sketches. The sooner I get this robot done, the sooner you'll work full time for me."
Turning to look over his shoulder at the tent, Fizzarolli paused and glanced it up and down as if sizing up something he thought might try to eat him. After a moment, he finally nodded, that pretty smile and those sharp teeth meeting Ozzie's seductively smiling face. There was something there that had Ozzie's interest, and he had to try and keep it off his face.
"Yeah, okay! Let's do it."
Perhaps the funniest part about this was watching Ozzie stoop and almost crawl into the tent before heading into the back and sitting down. He was much too tall to be back there or in the front, and Fizzarolli had to keep from chuckling as he made his way onto the stage. Ozzie pulled his sketchbook and pencil from the bag Fizzarolli hadn't even noticed he'd been carrying, starting off with a few sketches of the slim imp from memory.
It was going to be a long day if the number of shows he'd have to sit through to get an idea of Fizzarolli's range of motion was going to add up like this. The park didn't close until ten, which meant that every other half hour for the next eight hours would be spent getting the Loo Loo Land theme song stuck in his head. He was also going to be missing work, which meant that Brick would have to handle the club with Nikiva and Chastity. At least they could be trusted to run the show. He'd trust all three of them with his life, even if Chastity would need help. That woman was sweet as sugar and only half as intelligent.
For now, he had to focus on the oddly charming little guy on stage, how he moved and sang, and try to avoid the growing lust he had for a demon that was that flexible.
AN: This actually turned out a lot longer than I expected, but I'm pretty happy with it! How many times am I going to write a 'how they met' fic? I have at least seven going, now. Most are chapter fics, though, while this one is just going to maybe end here.
Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 1 - First Meeting