Hello everyone! I know, I want to you to know that I will get to all of your requests as quickly as I can! I am in process of other fics! I have all of them written down in a notebook next to my bed so I know to get to them! This one I had stuck in my head and I HAD to get it out! I want to thank everyone on reddit who did my poll to help me decide who should sing this!

For the sake of the song, this is an AU where Blitzo owns a flower shop, Loona and Millie are in a toxic relationship, and Moxxie is Blitz(o)'s young employee.

I do not own these songs, nor do I own Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Vivienne Merando owns them. Now let's get onto the chapter!

Chapter 16: Mushnik and Son (Little Shop of Horrors)

Down in Imp City, on the street of Skid Row was a little flower shop. Being in Hell, it was guarantee that it was shitty place to live. And no one knew how shitty was for former circus performer turned florist, Blitzo. No one really cared about flowers, but it was a family shop that he was inherited and sure as hell wasn't going to let it go. Of course, when he got it, he had no employees and it was just him.

Since he reopened the shop, he hired two smaller imps. A pretty imp girl name Millie that had a gap in her teeth and a orphaned imp with black and white hair named Moxxie. Recently, Moxxie had purchased a plant and it had grown HUGE in the last couple of weeks, which had caused business to boom. The tall imp was thrilled! His pathetic store was now becoming the most successful floral shop in all of the city! Blitzo was currently in his office doing paperwork. He could hear talking. Curious, he went over to the door to eavesdrop. He recongized the voices to Moxxie and Millie's girlfriend, Loona, a Hellhound. He had no clue what they were talking about. But it sounded like Loona wanted Moxxie to leaxe.

"So you'll think about it?" He heard Loona ask.

"Yea, I'll think about it." Moxxie responded.

He heard Loona asking if she got the handcuffs which his female employee confirmed. She sounded meek. Roleplay probably. Nothing that he was interested in at the moment.

"He'll think about it? He'll think about it?" Blitzo frowned worriedly.

"I don't like that guy, Mr. Blitzo. You should hear the way he talks to Millie." Moxxie called to him.

"Got in himmel, no. The kid just said he'd mull it over!"

The smaller imp grabbed a broom. He frowned as he gripped the handle with both hands.

"No wonder she looks so unhealthy. It's enough to make you sick."

Blitzo didn't seem to hear him. Mostly wrapped up in his thoughts. What would we do if Moxxie left him? The only reason the store was being so successful was because of him! The annoying little grub was the reason this place was booming!

"If he left me. If Moxxie left me. Why then I'd be right back where I started which was broke and starving."

Moxxie scowled as he swept the room. He was furious on what the Hellhound was doing to Millie. The black-haired imp was so thoughtful and caring. But Loona! That horrible hound! Abusing the beauty that was Millie! Covering her in bruises and giving her broken bones! The mongrel!

"Sweet and good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like her!"

"Close to bankrupt."

"What a louse."

"Beset, befuddled, and bereft. That's what I'd be if Moxxie left!"

"She's a disgrace to the dental profession!" The shorter imp exclaimed as he sat the broom to the side.

Loona maybe a respected dentist, but she was a horrible person! Temperamental, abusive, cruel. How she managed to ensnare Millie into her web was so infuriating!

"Moxxie!" Blitzo shouted as he emerged out of his office.

"Sir?"

"Moxxie?" The Shop owner started to shimmy as he made his way towards his employee. "How would you like to be my son? How would you like to be my own adopted boy?"

He covered the younger's ears, not wanting to him to hear what he was about to say. Personally, he never really liked Moxxie. His voice was also so grating to his ears. He constantly had anxiety, kept screwing everything up and messing up orders. But now it was different.

"I never liked him much before. But count the cash that's in the drawer I've got no choice, I'm much too poor," He uncovered his ears, holding his shoulders. "Say yes!"

"What for?"

Blitzo wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. He moved his hand like it was jumping around.

"Moxxie, I want to be your dad. I want to see you climbing up my family tree." He turned him around to face him. "I used to think you left a stench, but now I see that you're a mench, so I'm proposing be my son! Blitzo and Son!" He made a grand gesture with his hand. Like he was showcasing a sign. "Sounds great! Three words with the ring of fate. So say you'll incorporate with me. A florist's dream come true. Blitzo and his boychik, you! What business we'll do for F.T.D."

He pinched the smaller imp's cheeks. He started to shimmy again as Moxxie stepped back. Unsure how to feel about what his boss was offering him.

"How 'bout it, Moxxie? Be my son! Just say the word, I'll have my lawyer on the phone!"

"Now, Mr. Blitzo, don't be rash. You always said that I was trash!"

Blitzo wrapped his arm around Moxxie's neck. Putting him in a chokehold. Though even though he was meaning it to be playful, he had wrapped his arm too tightly around his neck.

"Oh, I was joking!"

"Sir, I'm choking!"

"S'cuse the physical expression of my pride of the sweet paternal mishegoss I've held pent-up-insi-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ide!"

Moxxie blinked. He was uncertain about it. He started to move away from the taller imp's hopeful gaze.

"Gee."

"So?"

The smaller imp went behind the counter, hoping to create some space between them, but Blitzo followed him.

"Well."

"Well?"

"I...?"

"You! Go ahead and say it, Moxxie. Tell me that you will."

The shorter imp bit his lip. He was still unsure about this.

"Gee, I'd really like to, but..."

"I'll hold my breath until..."

Blitzo took a deep breath and held it. As he did Moxxie started to thing, holding his chin as he thought. He started to imagine all the things that they would possibly do. The arguments. He shook his head. Then a scenerio of the elder imp suggestion that they go spend time together. He nodded his head. He then imaged that they were playing football. He acted out the scene as he moved to Blitzo's other side. He then went back, acting like he caught the ball. Then he imitated that he was holding up a bat, shaking his head and nodded. Instead of swinging the make-believe bat, instead he tossed it like he was casting a fishing line. He drew in his "fish" and held it up to the his boss proudly. During that entire time, Blitzo's face had started to turn purple from holding his breath for so long. Seeing it, Moxxie gasped in horror. He gripped his boss' coat.

"Okay, you win! I'll be your son!"

Hearing that, Blitzo released the breath he was holding, almost falling over.

"Hooray, I win! He'll be my son!" He echoed out of breath.

The floral shop over stumbled over and held on to the counter. He gasped and coughed as he tried to get oxygen back.

"Oh shit..." he coughed.

"Draw up the papers, dad. I'm touched, I really am." Moxxie stated, then turned to his boss, unaware that he had stepped away to catch his breath. "And someday when you're one thousand eighty-three. I'll let you come move in with me."

"You swear?"

"I promise!"

"What a son!"

Blitzo pinched his cheeks once again. The two started to do a tango. Dancing around the shop. As he spun Moxxie around, the little imp managed to get behind his soon-to-be dad and jumped onto his back.

"Giddyup daddy! Giddyup giddyup giddyup! Giddyup daddy!"

After the makeshift piggy-back ride, Moxxie jumped off Blitzo's back and the two started to tango again. The taller imp spun him away. Moxxie yelped as he crashed into a table. Once he straightened up, he saw that his employee had his elbow out for him. Moxxie linked his arm with his.

"In trouble, sickness and in health, we'll share the plan and the wealth!"

Remembering that he needed to call his lawyer to officially adopt Moxxie, he started to walk back to his office.

"I'll call my lawyer!"

Moxxie followed him.

"Call me son!"

"Son!" Blitzo grinned as he turned and embraced the smaller one.

They started to dance with each other again.

"Blitzo and Son, that's that!"

"Officially I'm your brat!" Moxxie proclaimed, using the tip of right foot to hit the ground.

They shook hands.

"Consider the matter closed and done!" They continued, doing a side-step dance with their arms positioned at a ninety-degree angle. "Now, to the world, let's stick. Our senior and Junior shtick. Through thin and through thick."

"Hey!" Blitzo cheered as he kicked his legs out.

"Through sloppy and slick." The both grinned as Blitzo had grabbed Moxxie's hand and pulled him back close to him.

"So come kiss me quick!"

The taller gagged. Disgusted at what he was suggesting.

"Please don't make me sick."

"Blitzo and Son!" They exclaimed, hugging.

Blitzo pinched Moxxie's cheeks one last time then headed back into his office to call his lawyer. Moxxie couldn't help but giggle in happiness. He was going to be adopted! He was finally going to have a family! A dad! Something he always wanted! He went back to working around the shop. He was getting added to the floral shop as well. For once, things were looking up for him! He was now Bltzo's son.

Dance scenes are always the hardest to put into text, but I hope that I did it justice.

Thank you all for reading and see you in the next chapter!