Got another fanfic for you, from the darkest, weirdest part of my brain. And it all started when I had a dumb thought in my head, that just wouldn't go away. What if Loona was Blitzo's actual daughter? I already loved Loona & Blitzo's complicated, messy but loving relationship with each other as it is, but I always enjoy AUs where Blitzo raised her as a child. And so, I simply had to put this out there and do my own take on the cute and fluffy idea, but with a twist of them being biologically father & daughter.
Plus, it gives me the oppertunity to write something short and simple for once. This won't be like my other fanfics, with chapters in the 9k+ zone. There's not really going to be an overarching story, other than the general premise and I'm gonna do my damndest to keep these chapters short, but hopefully still sweet and satisfying; hopefully allowing me to update the other fics while coming back to this one.
So without further ado. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. And how it all began.
Cover Art: FacelessChick on Twitter
Blitzo slammed his…3rd? 5th? 10th? Whatever. He slammed down his empty glass onto the table, muttering to the bartender to get him another. His brain was going to kill him in the morning, but for now, he just wanted some relief, from the fucking awful day at work.
So many miserable, annoying little shits, constantly pestering him for balloons and little festive animals. Their loud obnoxious cries and moans, whenever his balloon animals burst upon contact; while some of them puked on his clown suit from eating too much sugar. Their even more obnoxious parents, chastising him for getting the shape wrong or even running out of balloons like that was his fucking fault. All the while, he could hear the happy, excited cheers and laughter coming from the tent not too far away, where the robotic copy of his former best friend soaked up the adoration he longed for. Whenever he glanced over, he could feel the clown silently mocking him, as if to remind him of his own failed dreams and the long series of fuck ups in his short life.
By the time his day was over, he needed a fucking drink. And not any of the half-baked shit from the pubs in Greed. No. He wanted the good stuff.
Maybe it was reckless and dumb of him to blow a chunk of his savings on a trip to Gluttony, but if it meant getting God-Tier Beelzejuice straight from the taint of Beelzebub herself, he was willing to make that sacrifice. Anything to scratch off the stress of his Satan awful day.
"Rough night?"
It came from a meek and almost silent voice to his side. The imp turned to find a hellhound looking at him, with a sad sympathetic smile, her white fur ruined by spots of bruising and a hideous black eye.
Had his lips not been so loosened up by the drink, he would've told the woman to fuck off and leave him be. Instead, Blitzo accepted his latest drink from the disgusted bartender and turned to her with a frustrated groan. "Bitch, in my work it's a rough LIFE! Fucking kids, can't keep their claws to themselves. Fucking asshole parents, fucking bigger asshole robo-clown! Ugh, if I didn't need the money I'd-" the imp's threat got drowned out, by him chugging his latest drink. The hellhound didn't respond but listened to him quietly with that same melancholy look. "You?"
"Oh…" She hesitated for a bit, tugging her hair behind her ear, and turned away, to keep her blackeye hidden. "Well…my boyfriend and I had a fight."
"Looks to me like it was a lot more than that." It was a horrible thing to say, but then so was almost everything that came out of Blitzo's tipsy lips.
Surprisingly the hellhound didn't get mad. She just laughed sadly, before taking a long drink from her own poison: "Oh…nonono, it's-it's fine. These things happen, you know? He's just overworked is all.…I'll be okay." She said with a shy, unsure voice; it was clear she was trying to convince herself more than him.
Blitzo eyed her quietly, debating on whether or not to say anything. "Sure," he simply muttered as he accepted another bottle, in unison with his new drinking buddy.
He drank it slowly this time, the alcohol now giving him little relief after so long, his sips almost being in perfect sync with the hellhound. He side-eyed the hellhound, as she finished her glass at the same time he did and both put them down on the counter. He could recognise that look from anywhere. She was lonely. In need of comfort and caring. Almost as much as he needed some good stress relief right now. Blitzo couldn't deny that besides her bruises the hellhound's white coat was really pretty. Despite his long, hard day, he wanted to do something for the poor woman. And like the idiot Blitzo was, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Wanna fuck?"
"…okay."
Blitzo was woken up, by a loud knocking on his door. He just groaned and tried to ignore the sound. It had been another murderous day, and he had returned home too exhasuted to take off his clothes before bed; he just wanted one fucking night where he could get some hours of peaceful sleep without any interruption. It was probably just Wally with another braindead idea or the landlord coming to drink what little blood he had left.
He closed his eyes and turned from the source of the noise. But despite his best attempts to fall back asleep, turning to the other side of the bed, and covering his ears with his pillow, the knocking persisted, growing stronger and louder by the second. There was only so much he could take before he snapped.
Finally, he had enough. Pulling out his flintlock, he loudly marched over to the front door and kicked it open, raising his gun to kill whatever pest had annoyed him.
To his annoyance, there was no one there. Not a soul in sight.
Just the sound of footsteps running away into the night.
And the small rumbling and yips coming from something below him.
Carefully he looked downwards. Close to the door on the steps, was a small cardboard box, with tiny holes poked in. On top was a note. And whatever was inside it was alive.
The imp debated on whether or not to open the box, or simply going back to sleep. After all, who knows what the fuck was inside? Curiosity, ultimately won through, and slowly he opened the lid and peaked at the contents of the box.
Inside, was a tiny, frail, little creature stirring upon the sudden influx of air and light, and with a soft cry, it began to turn. It…kinda looked like a hellhound. Except for the tiny but scaly tail. And the feet that looked more like hooves than paws. And the bits of scales over her body. And the small nubs on its back, that resembled spikes. And…the two black horns on her head. The imp examined the pup, confused at what was going on. Then it turned to face him.
And his flintlock was dropped with a gasp of shock.
Right on the middle of the pup's forehead; right between her slowly opening yellow eyes, was a small but visible heart-shaped skull symbol. The exact type that he had.
The imp just stared at the child in astonishment, unable to believe what he was looking at. The pup looked back in confusion, then let out out a small cry. In desperation, Blitzo pulled out the note looking for answers or some kind of reassurance. All it did was confirm that growing dread he was feeling.
Looking down at the imp-pup, now weakly smiling towards him, one of her arms reaching out towards him, with no idea what to do next. How was he supposed to? Not once in his life, did he ever think this would happen to him; not like this.
The two stared at each other unmoving. The gentle wind blew the note out of Blitzo's loose grip, sending it flying into the air and the burning distances of Hell. And whoever found that note, would be able to read the message written. Three short, simple sentences:
This is your daughter.
Her name is Loona.
Please, take care of her.
Fun fact, when I wrote this, I thought that the time skip in 'The Circus' was 35 years. So imagine my surprise at rewatching the episode and remembering it was actually 25 years. And then my horror upon realizing that, at the time Loona was born, Blitzo would be old enough to be her big brother.
Yeah, so obviously that's going to change and this timeline is going to be a little different from the canon one. Haven't figured out yet whether to make Loona younger (around Octavia's age + 1 or 2 years) or move things by 5 years or so. Feel free to tell me, which one you think would work best. I'd appreciate it.
And while you're at it, feel free to leave suggestions and ideas for scenarios and chapters later down the line. This is going to be in unchronological order, with events taking place during Loona's infancy, childhood, teen years and adulthood with I.M.P., so it can be just about anything you want. I have a few ideas thought up, but I would love to hear what you'd guys would like to see in this AU.
Thanks so much for reading and see you all around.
