Title: I'm In Lesbians With You
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Ozzie's
Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,102
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 10 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie
Status: Complete
Warnings: F/F, WLW, Gender Swap, Gender Bent, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Sexual Situations, Teasing, Vignette, Slice Of Life
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Nik and Bri (Gender Swapped Nikiva and Brick).
Summary: There was no way Fizza was wearing that in public.
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!
I had no idea what to do with this, and ended up finishing day one before I was able to even start this. But I managed to get something done and I'm actually really happy with this, even if it might be just kind of. There? I guess? I live to write slice of life stuff.
I'm In Lesbians With You
"Desia– Satan's Tits–" Fizza barked out a laugh as her head fell back, shaking it quickly enough to jingle cutely as she returned her eyes to the outfit in her lover's hands, "Absolutely fucking not."
"Awww, but it'd look so good on you, Baby." The Queen replied, simpering a little as she let her eyes sparkle in the way that melted most demons on the spot. Instead of letting it get to her, Fizza crossed her arms, shaking her head again, though the toothy smile never left her lips. Shifting her weight to one hip, she finally leveled her lover with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Or, or… Or," The imp's fingers came up, both hands making an 'L' that she first pointed outward, then up with, and then down, "I could actually wear a fucking shirt."
"This is a shirt." Desia pouted, shaking out the hanger a little bit. The shirt (not-shirt) shirt in question was predominantly fishnet, with a shiny PVC collar that worked down the shoulders, ending at the top of the breasts and stretching down the arms. From there the sleeves belled, then were belted, and belled out again like her usual outfit, striped accordingly. The entire outfit did, in fact, have the correct color scheme, for what it was worth, "I'd wear this."
"Yeah, I know, and you would rock it, Babe," That gravelly voice told her, and Desia sighed dreamily, sitting up on her knees a little more, spreading them as her ass hit her ankles. Maybe her joke had gone on too long, too far, and she felt bad, "But between that and the…" Fizza didn't really think that the strip of stretchy fabric and barely there, seethrough PVC panels could really be called a skirt, and she gestured vaguely at it, "It's just not my style, Sex Bomb. Maybe you could like… I dunno. Figure something else out?"
The way she flinched as she spoke put a pout on Desia's lips, but not for the reason Fizza thought. Rubbing the back of her neck as she glanced away, Fizza sighed and opened her mouth to speak, but Desia held up a hand to stop her.
"Hey, hey, Fizza Baby, it's fine. It's a joke. Sort of," Setting the clothes aside, she reached behind her and pulled out a dress box from seemingly nowhere. Fizza would never understand the magicks afforded to Royalty, but that didn't mean she didn't relish in it being used for her.
"Sort of?" Fizza asked with an uncertain smile, brows drawn in and down, her mind on the box as she stepped forward to take it, surprised by the weight of it.
"I want you to wear it for me. Not for the audience. I like me a slutty clown girl." Winking playfully, she relished in the color of her (not) girlfriend's cheeks, "This is your actual outfit for tonight."
When Fizza finally lifted the lid, she gasped softly. The purple ruffled collar fit just perfectly with her typical outfit, and she was already interested. The dress itself was predominantly a dark purple, with long purple sleeves that ended in matching ruffles at the wrists. The purple ran down the sides of the corset top until it hit the belled skirt.
A diamond pattern trapped in the center of the corset and the skirt, pink and yellow like her usual color scheme. From the corset part of the dress hung six triangles with bells at the ends, and they made her smile. For sure she would be a jingly bitch that night, and it always excited her.
A pair of leggings were split in half with one pink leg and one yellow leg that were broken by the knee once more with a pale purple and teal strip with more diamonds. Beneath that stripe, the colors flipped again, pink down the left and yellow on the right. It was right up her alley, even if it wasn't striped like she would have liked, and she grinned up with those sharp teeth at her lover.
"That is so much better, Hot Stuff," Winking at her lover, Fizza let her tongue loll out of her mouth, something she knew the other loved to see, then paused, "What about the cap?"
Holding up one that matched, stripes of different colored diamonds adorning it with matching silver bells, Desia winked back, leaning in to nuzzle her imp's cheek with her beak. A smile was on all three faces as they nuzzled Fizza lovingly, clucking softly.
"I thought of everything, Fizza Baby, don't worry. I'm not going to make you look bad, you know I have an eye for fashion." And a need to make you happy.
"You really do. Your creative visions are definitely design-related." Fizza had had the fortunate luck of being shown her lover's sketchbook and it always blew her mind. When that tongue swiped over the seam of her lips, Fizza parted them, sharing in a long kiss that left her breathless and dazed, "Babe, I gotta get dressed. Show's comin' up. If I'm not ready by eight, I'm gonna run the show off too late. I don't need Nik and Bri up my ass about it."
"Kinda wish we had time to fuck first." Desia grumbled dejectedly, sighing heavily as she held her cheek in one hand, pressing her elbow into the other, her lips moving to one side of her face, "Guess you'll just have to wreck me after the show."
"I– Y-yeah, just… Uh…" There was almost nothing left in Fizza's brain at the other's insistence, and she gulped, "Look, Sex Bomb, I lesbians you a lot, but you gotta go or this dress isn't getting on my twig ass."
Desia snickered, licking her lips and kissing the imp on her forehead. Fizza purred happily despite herself, following the other's lips about halfway up to her full height.
"Yeah, yeah, I lesbians you, too." The returned affection made Fizza's heart skip a beat, and Desia chuckled as the other woman pushed at her face with her extended arms.
"C'mon, lady, get out. You gotta let your main bitch get dressed or the show can't go on. Without me, nothing can get going."
"I know, I know, I'm going." Desia couldn't help but cackle as she turned around, crawling out of Fizza's dressing room with more difficulty (and ass shaking) than was really necessary. Leaving her lover to get dressed, she headed to her office to psyche up for the show, because she was already uncomfortably horny. Fizza's set that night was definitley going to make it worse, it always did.
AN: If anyone wants me to keep working with Desia and Fizza, please let me know! This actually ended up being pretty fun, even if I didn't have a good idea at first. I liked working on this after I got started.
Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 10 - Gender Swap