Warnings:

Implied somewhat sexual content. Older teen or adult recommended. If you are a younger teen, first off, why are you watching Helluva Boss in the first place? Second of all, when it gets steamy you can skip a bit.

Minor Spoilers for Season 2 episode 6 (Mostly it just wouldn't make sense without context)

Chapter 8: For Old Times Sake

Fizzarolli was laughing his *ss off in the dimly lit corner booth of the bar that stank of lost hopes and dreams. Though still in a jester hat, the rest of his outfit was surprisingly normal. He wore a cropped sweatshirt and high rise shorts. His limbs were wiggling everywhere and if it weren't for the obnoxious laughter, one might have thought he was having a seizure. Blitz prayed silently that no one noticed him blushing from embarrassment. He put his hands in his leather jacket, and spun around on his heel, lifting one leg up to start taking long strides out of the situation.

"Ooh, no you don't." Fizz extended both his arms and grabbed Blitz, pulling him into the seat, "Soooo~ Blitz! How are you?! Last time I saw you, we were tied up."

"Don't make it sound sexual. What are you doing here? I was supposed to be on a date with a guy named Fozzi. I figured he might be a furry or have a muppet k*nk, but this," Blitz gave a dramatic gesture in Fizz's direction, "this is so much worse."

"Well, I thought I was going on a date with a handsome fellar named Bluez, who I thought might be a mopey faced grump or have sh*tty taste in music. So, I guess we're both sooooo disappointed." Fizz crossed his arms around themselves, a couple of times over.

Blitz opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and instead said, "Hang on; What do you mean, Blues?"

Fizz rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and shoved his extended arm right into Blitz's face, "This is the account I've been messaging. See right there? B-L-U-E-Z. Bluez."

Blitz took the phone from him. "Oh, ****** on a stick. I made my account so fast, I must have typed it out wrong." He tried rubbing the stress out of his eyes.

Blitz looked up again at Fizz, who was grabbing his phone back, "Wait, just a f**king minute. Why are you on a dating app, anyway? And with a different name, to boot. Things not going so fantastic with the big c*cked rooster, afterall?" Blitz would never admit it, but he was genuinely concerned for his old friend.

Fizz sighed and placed his head on the table

"Ozzie says it'll help our image . . ." He sat upright again, "I mean, my image. As a sexy entertainer and celebrity, I'll get more press if I have a personal love life for paparazzi to dig their teeth into, something which I don't already have, obviously. Because the thing with Ozzie is purely sexual. Because his d*ck-"

"Yeah, yeah. It's huge, I know." Blitz rested his chin in his hand; elbow on the table.

"YOu kNoW wHaT?!" Fizz stood up and extended himself really tall, which would almost be intimidating, if he didn't look like, well, a clown. Unless you were afraid of clowns, which Blitz was (mostly) not.

"Because you told me, jeez." Blitz rolled his eyes.

"Oh, oh. Right, yeah. Ahem." Fizz settled back down in his chair, trying to pretend he's not blushing as dabbed the sweat off his forehead with a long *ss handkerchief.

"You know, you've always been pretty bad at lying." Blitz cocked an eyebrow up at him and grinned.

"What- what do you mean? I never- I haven't-" He paused, "Hey, you two buff chicks. Dontcha got anything better to do?" He turned his attention to the hellhounds guarding him.

One turned around, "Asmodeaus said that we were not too-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But this is Blitz! A childhood friend of mine who is basically a pro level gunslinger or some sh*t. Not to mention he literally rescued me from being, I don't know, sold off to the slaughterhouse or something. Point is, I'm safe now. Why don't you two go on a date? I can see you two eyeing each other, and it's f**king annoying. Go, get." He motioned, shoeing the two away, who both blushed awkwardly, but complied.

Fizz turned back around and went stiff with surprise when he saw Blitz on the brink of tears, "Uhhhhhh, what the f**k"

"I'm your childhood friend . . .? Who you are safe with?" Blitz tried not to squeak as he spoke, failing miserably.

"Okay, first of all, I specified childhood. As in, I was friends with when I was a child. And second of all . . ." Fizz blushed a little, "I uh- you know- I mean, you did kind of get me out of that bind, pun intended, and you didn't have to do that. You could have decided at any point that I was dead weight and left me. But you didn't, so you know, um, thank you for that." He shrunk a little, looking away from Blitz, heat filling his face.

Fizz sat up straight again, "And your punishment for helping me is having to save my sorry *ss again should another d*ckhead take me as his prize. So, ha!"

He meant it as a joke, but Blitz smiled and said, "It would be my f**king honor."

They both sat there for a second before Fizz spoke up, "You know while I've got you here. There is something I've been wanting to talk to you about. You and Princey . . . Are you gonna fix that?"

Blitz rolled his eyes, "Ugh, not this again. I don't know how many times I have to tell people. We can't get back together, because we were never together in the first place. It was just a mutual agreement that it was time to move on."

Fizz looked Blitz up and down, seeing that depressed undertone he was hiding so poorly, "Mhm, yeah, mutual, whatever. Honestly, who you f**k with or f**k up with is none of my business; that is until it starts to affect me."

Blitz was taken by surprise and went into immediate defense mode, "The f**k does my s*x life got to do with you?!"

Fizz squinted at Blitz, inspecting his face, " . . . How much time have you spent online recently?"

Blitz looked away, "Well, after I started to get bombarded with news stories about how I'd been supposedly dumped, I kinda stopped looking." he turned back to look at Fizz, "Why do you ask?"

"'Cause ever since then, people have been celebrating that" He raised his hands to do air quotes, " 'imps are finally being put back in their place.' And now a bunch of people are putting pressure on Ozzie to throw me to the wayside." He looked away and smoothed out some wrinkles on his jester hat, "As his head performer, of course."

"Oh, d*mn . . . I didn't know." Blitz blinked at him.

"Tsh, yeah. And it's not just me, just about anyone of low birth who has been canoodling with the higher ups are under fire right now. But your name especially is being dragged through the dirt." Fizz shrugged, "Not that I care about that."

That might be why the business is doing so bad right now. No one wants to be associated with me, not just Loona. Blitz thought to himself.

"Alright, well thanks for the tip. I'll have to do something about it." He threw his arm over the back of the booth, "Oh, I had something I wanted to ask you, too. What ever happened to your quieves? Were they released into the wild to become sewer rats? Because I don't think those pampered pups would survive-"

"They're fine." Fizz interrupted then chuckled, "When Ozzie and I got back to our room, they were there waiting. Practically tackled us to the floor with kisses."

He scrolled through his phone to show Blitz pictures, "The limo driver scooped them up while we were having our fistfight in the street. And I'm sure glad too, because while most of them are tough, this white one is Precious, and she needs her Daddy most of all."

Blitz was surprised to see Fizz gush proudly over the little creature, but was happy to see this side of his friend again, "D*mn, I wish my daughter needed me. I can't even get her to call me Dad most of the time."

"Dad? You in a kinky relationship or some sh*t?" Fizzarolli raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right." Blitz smiled and started his own proud dad rant, "No, I actually adopted a kid!"

He pulled out his phone to show his own pictures and began rambling, "Her name's Loona, she's 22, and a bit emo. Or was it goth? Anyway, she's working with me at the I.M.P. Oh, right. That's the company I started. It stands for Immediate Murder Professionals. We kill people for sinners who still have revenge to get on the surface. Loona's also pretty d*mn good at tearing humans to shreds, if I do say so myself. But most of the time she's our wonderful receptionist who is very good at her job even if she starts fights with half of our clients. Most of them deserve it, anyway."

"Wow . . . A lot can happen in 15 years, huh?" Fizz said, handing back the phone.

"Uh, yeah . . . I guess it does. And that isn't even the half of it! I went to prison, and broke out." Blitz winked.

"No f**king way! Are you sh*tting me? We were supposed to do that together! I gotta hear this." Fizz rested his face in his hands, ready to listen.

A couple hours later, stumbling out of the bar came Blitz and Fizz had their arms around each other together as they made their way over to Blitz's van, tipsy and trying to steady themselves.

"And then I said, 'What family?'"Blitz said and they both cry-laughed together.

"You absolute little sh*t." Fizz laughed, "And you said you weren't a comedian anymore."

"Yeah, well, it's a special brand of humor I suppose. Only us circus f**kers really get it."

"Buckzo would be so ashamed." Fizz snorted.

Blitz guffawed, "Good!"

Fizz caught his breath and turned to Blitz, "You know, I haven't had such a good time since Ozzie took me to a rock concert with 8 dozen cans of silly string." He wiped a happy tear from his eye, "We should do this again sometime."

Blitz couldn't believe what he was hearing. Only one thing could make this better. He looked around and saw the street was entirely devoid of people.

Too drunk to think clearly, he smirked and pinned Fizz against the side of the van, "Ya know, the night doesn't have to end here. I could take you back to my place, or we could go to yours? I wouldn't mind some quality time with you and the Misses."

Fizzarolli felt a tail curl around his inner thigh, "I- uh- . . ."

"Come on, Fizzy~" Blitz cooed in his ear, "Show me some of what you've learned in the lust ring."

Fizz swallowed and tried not to shudder as he felt Blitz's tongue on his neck, "I'm not sure if-"

Blitz slid his tongue across Fizzarolli's sharp teeth. He felt Fizz melt in his hands and he loosened his grip on the jester's wrists. Fizz's metal arms wrapped around Blitz, pulling him in. Blitz let his hands wander; one found its way to Fizzy's lower back while the other held his chin. He pulled back a little, and looked into Fizzy's eyes. They both stared deeply into each other, intoxicated by the nostalgic scent of an old friend, and the taste of old feelings on their tongues.

"I've missed you so much." Blitz finally let himself say.

"Yeah," Fizz interlocked his mechanical fingers with Blitz's and smiled, "Me too."

Fizz leaned in and kissed him again. Back still against the van, He wrapped his legs around Blitz, bringing him closer, and felt something there. He pulled away again, smirking, "Oh~ Hey there big mannn -ngh!"

As he spoke, Blitz pressed his hips harder against him, "Heh. Right back atcha."

They fell back into a kiss and Fizz undid the tangle of his legs to stand up on his own again and before Blitz knew it, he was the one against the van. Fizz pressed his body against Blitz, feeling the tension of his abs, the heaviness of his breathing, the heat of his skin. He bit into his lip just enough to draw blood, and Blitz drank it in like it was cheap whiskey. Oh, f**k yes. Fizz let his tail slithered up Blitz's shirt and soon one was in his pants.

He then broke the seal of their lips and began nibbling on his neck, a small part of his brain thinking about how they would need to go somewhere more private and soon. Blitz caught his breath as he held him close, clutching onto Fizzy's shirt. His other hand wandered up to Fizzy's horns.

A hot, burning pain filled his mind; a scorching memory, the smell of burning flesh. Blitz pushed Fizz as hard as he could off of him.

Fizzarolli stumbled backward, barely catching himself, "Wha-? What? Why- oh. Oh. Oh, f**k!" He grabbed his horns, flattening the jester hat, where they ended.

They both stared at each other, stunned and unsure what to do.

"I, um- I'm sorry, let's-" Blitz stepped forward and began reaching for Fizz's face again.

"I need to go." Fizzarolli turned and began walking towards his limo, a couple cars down.

Blitz followed, "Wait, no! Fizzy!"

"Don't call me that!" Fizz wrapped his arms around himself as he walked.

"Hey! Lover tits! Date time's over. Take me home." Fizz shouted at the two hellhounds who just so happened to be making out against the side of the limo. The one against the limo growled, while the other giggled.

"I'm sorry, Fizz. Let me make it up to you." Blitz grabbed his hand, and tugged it towards him, but instead of bringing fizz closer, the metal arm extended.

Fizz watched the surprise on Blitz's face, and gave a big sigh, "There are reasons why I was hesitant to start; reasons why we could never work, Blitz. Why can't you be satisfied with what we have now? What we finally have back after all those years?!"

"Because I love you, Fizz!" Blitz was crying; he couldn't lose him again, "I've always loved you."

"No, Blitz you don't. You don't even know me." Fizz contracted his hand back and looked at it sadly, "You love the me from before. You love the life we had before."

Fizz gestured to himself, "I have accepted what's happened to me. I have made a life for myself-"

"So have I!" Blitz stepped closer.

"No, all you have created is a nice little distraction for yourself." Fizz jabbed a prosthetic finger at him, "Just something to take your mind off the pain; to stop the never ending spiral. But I've gotten out of it. I've found someone who accepts me for who and what I am. All the parts of me that are and aren't there, and I've accepted reality head on. I am better because of the pin I've gone through, and I've healed all the parts of me that needed healing."

Blitz watched as one of the Hellhounds opened the door of the limo for Fizz, "That's why we won't work. That's why none of your relationships ever work. Not with me, not with Verosika, and definitely not with the Prince. Because you are still broken; stuck in the past. You might be more broken than I ever was."

Blitz could only stare, hurt and confused.

Fizz got into the limo, "Take me to Ozzie."

Blitz watched the limo pull out of the parking lot, and drive away. He stood alone on the street, crying silently. It was what he deserved, he thought to himself, realizing it's what he had done to Stolas just a few weeks before.

Vik here. Fizz's outfit was directly inspired from a drawing by sweet-marigold on Tumblr.

Also, most of this was beta read by my dear editor, as per usual, but they kinda skipped over a part and I bet you can't guess which one. Yes, it was the steamy makeout sesh, because there was no way in hell or the living world that I was going to read that out to them. So I edited it myself and I hope it turned out okay. (I mean, it got me blushing while writing it.)

I've purposefully kept the timeline very vague in the story thus far, this is the first chapter to contain very specific episode references. It was kind of necessary if I wanted to bring Fizz in, so I hope you enjoyed. Don't worry, I know this is a Stolitz fanfic, and we'll get back to that very, very soon.

I don't know if I'll include Fizzarolli's conversation with Ozzie after this. It's not really relevant to the StolasxBlitz plot or the Loona and Octavia subplot. But I do have an idea on how it would go. If you want that, leave a comment so I know, or answer the poll on my tumblr. Thanks as always~

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