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Fictional AgeRe Challange Day 3
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A ship you HC as Little X Caregiver
Hb/HH:
Fizzarolli and Asmodeus!
Other Fandom:
Kitty and Lizzie from EAH!
I think they'd both be flips.
And if I'm being 100% serious here...add Maddie for the perfect agere flip polycule!
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Cg Asmodeus/Little Lucifer
Lucifer entered the House of Lamentation's living room, a little Mammon following behind. Lucifer saw Beel and Belphie sitting on the couch. "Beel?" He called. Beel looked up, spotting his oldest brother. "Yes, Lucifer?" He asked. "Can you look after Mammon? He's little right now, and I have something I need to do." Lucifer told him. "Sure." Beelzebub replied. "But I'm also looking after a little Belphie who will not let me get up nor let me go."
"That's fine." The eldest answered. "Mams is sleepy anyways." He said as Mammon left his side and went to cuddle up to Beel and Belphie, yawned and fell asleep. Beel was now sandwiched between the sleeping littles, not darling to move. Satan, who neither of the two had known had been there, now spoke up. "Why can't you look after Mammon, you and geezer?" He sneered. "Mind your own business, brat." Lucifer shot back, and with that, left the room, leaving a slightly stunned Beel and a tearing up, quickly regressing Satan in his wake.
Satan started sobbing. Levi an Asmo, hearing the commotion, walked into the room and started to help calm the now three distraught littles. "What happened?" Leviathan asked once all three mentally younger demons had calmed down and were now cuddled up to both him and Beel on the couch. "Lucifer called Satan a brat, and he started crying, which made the other two cry." Beel informed him. "Oh." Asmo started to glare. Out of all his brothers, he was closest to Satan, and though he loved his eldest brother, platonicly, of course, he was not going to let this slide.
After making sure that his expression wouldn't cause him any wrinkles, he went up the stairs towards Lucifer's office where he thought he would be, for he was supposedly 'busy.' When he wasn't there, Asmo headed towards Lucifer's bedroom. When he got there, he knocked on the door, but when there was no reply, he went inside anyway.
He was not expecting to find what he found. Lucifer was huddled up under a really fluffy looking black blanket in the furthest corner of the room away from Asmodeus, sucking on a pacifier and cuddling a beige lamb stuffie to his chest. 'He's a little?' Asmo thought, surprised. He knew his second, third, fourth and seventh brothers were flips, meaning they regressed, but sometimes looked after littles whilst not regressed, but he didn't know his first brother was one too.
"Luci?" Asmo said, slowly approaching his mentally younger brother. Luci saw him approaching, and tears started to prick his eyes. "'m-'m sowwy!" He cried out around the paci. Asmodeus was not prepared for that but got over it quickly and began to attempt to calm the sobbing little. "Hey, hey. You didn't mean it. I know you didn't mean it. You were just stressed. You needed to regress, yes?" Asmo understood that he was apologizing for what he said to Satan, and they could sort that out later. All that mattered right now was to calm Lucifer down.
Lucifer listened, agreeing to the last part of Asmo's statement. He had calmed down easier than Asmo had expected, but that was a good thing, was it not? "Let's go to the others, okay?" Asmodeus asked Luci, holding his hand out for the other to take. Lucifer nodded, one hand holding his lamb and blanket to his chest, whilst his other hand accepted Asmo's, and they went back down towards the living room where their other brothers were.
All three regressors had entered an older headspace and were playing together. Satan was six, Mammon was five, and Belphegor was four. At the moment, Luci was three. When the two entered the room, everyone else went quiet, staring at Luci, who hid behind Asmo. "He regresses? Beel asked Asmo, surprised. "Yes." Asmo told him. "I also just found out."
Asmo turned towards the hiding little, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. "I think you need to apologize to someone." He whispered. Lucifer nodded softly, agreeing. He left Asmodeus' side, going towards Satan, who looked unsure of what to do as Luci approached him. "'m sowwy I cawd you names. 's no nice of me." Lucifer apologized, starting to tear up again. Satan, being mentally three years older than his brother, took on an older brother role, going to comfort him to make Luci feel better as well as in hopes that Lucifer's crying doesn't cause Belphie or Mams to start crying as well.
"'S okay. I forgive you. I'm sorry, too." Satan said whilst hugging his brother. Whilst this was going on, Belphie, who had tears forming in his eyes slightly due to the other's cries, had cuddled up against Beel and Levi, who had stayed on the couch, going to the two for comfort, shorty followed by Mammon, because he definitely was not going to miss out on cuddles if he could help it!
Lucifer calmed down once again, this time with the help of Satan. After he was calm, Asmo came up to his only two brothers who were not yet on the couch, asking if they would both like to join the rest of them. They agreed, and the rest of the day was spent cuddling and watching movies with the occasional babble when one of the brothers regressed younger.
Cgs Beel, Mams, Asmo/Littles Luci, Satan, Belphie, Levi pt.3
Part 1 Part 2
🚗 Ozzie
Ask game
🚗pick a place to take a little one: a playground, a beach, an amusement park, or an arcade?
Definitely playground! A nice private playground that Fizz and Blitzø can play without worrying about other people.
They could get some fresh air!
Banana pudding the horse from outer space! (CG!Ozzie Little!Fizz)
Prompt 10:
Character A hasn't had much sleep for one reason or another, and because of this, they're a little cranky - even if they won't admit it. B has the monumental task of getting A to take a nap.
Request by: I might go butter
Fizz little age is about 7-8 in this.
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"You need to get some sleep for tomorrow, baby." Ozzy says to his very much regressed imp after a show. Fizz doesn't regress a lot, only when he's so overwhelmed and can no longer control his headspace. He's worked super late every night this week, so Ozzie decided he would spend the night with him to make sure he actually got some sleep.
"But I don't want to sleep!" Fizz whines at his caregiver and lover. "I want to play!"
Asmodeus crosses his arms. "Fizzy, you've worked really hard this week, you need sleep. I know you didn't sleep at all yesterday. That's probably why you're regressed, kiddo."
"But I never get to play." Fizz says. "It's not fair!" He says.
Ozzie gives him a sympathetic look. "I know, you'll have time to play later, I promise. But you're cranky and need some sleep."
"I'm not cranky!" Fizzarolli shouts, crossing his arms and pouting.
Ozzie raises a brow. "No?"
"No. I'm not!" He says.
"Are you at least tired?" Ozzie tried.
"No!" Fizzy says, "I'm not."
Ozzie sighs, Fizz can be such a brat- in and out of headspace. "Baby..."
"Play with me! Pleaaaaaseeeeee!" He begs. "I'll be so good!"
"If I play with you for ten minutes, will you go to bed?" Asmodeus asks.
Fizz rolls his eyes. "Fine. But fifeen minutes!" He says.
"Deal." Ozzie compromises.
Fizz gets so excited, "Yay!" he brings out his favorite plastic horses. "You can play with this one, and I'll be the green one." He says.
Asmodeus smiles and takes the small red horse toy.
"I am banana pudding!" Fizz says. "I'm a magic horse from outer space!" He looks to Ozzie, gesturing him to talk for his horse too.
Asmodeus places the red horse down next to 'banana pudding' I am...uh red horse...from hell."
"Nice to meet you, red horse, want to go to outer space wif me?" Banana pudding asks.
Ozzie plays along: "I can't. I can't fly."
"Oh no! I guess I will fly you there myself." Banana pudding says, taking both horses and placing them on a dresser. "Here we are."
"Outer space is the dresser?" Asmodeus asks.
"Shh, it's pretend." Fizz whispers.
"Oh, of course." He clears his throat. "Wow, outer space is pretty."
"Sure is, there's nothing bad here. No water, no air, and no pirates." He says. "It's the best!"
"That's good, I always hated air." Red horse says.
"Me too!" Banana pudding says.
"We should just stay here forever." Red horse says.
"Yes! We'll fly through the stars!" Banana pudding says.
"And drink the Milky Way." Red horse says.
Fizzy chuckles. "Drink the Milky Way? Hahah. You're funny." He says.
"No I'm not. You're funny." Ozzie jokes.
"You!" Fizzy laughs again.
"Oh yeah?" Ozzie asks.
"Heheheh yeah." Fizz laughs insistently. "And Red horse is not a good horse name."
"You little devil." Ozzie snorts, he tickles Fizzy who starts laughing hysterically. "Hahahaha! S-thaph! I cahahahnt brehehef!"
Ozzie continues to tickle him. This ought to tire the little imp out, right? "Tell me red horse is a good name, or I'm just gonna have to keep tickling you." Ozzie jokes.
"No! It's not a good nahahame!" He laughs more.
"Guess I'll have to keep tickling you then. That's okay, I love your little giggles."
"Blitzo stop!" Fizz laughs. Then he stops laughing immediately at the realization of what he just called Asmodeus.
Ozzy stops too and looks at him, saddened. "Oh, baby..."
Tears start to escape from fizz.
"Oh, baby please. Don't cry. You'll rust again." Ozzie says, he pets fizzy's head. "It's okay."
"I'm really tired, daddy." Fizz says, wiping the tears off his face with his sleeves.
"I know. Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." Asmodeus says, gently.
Fizz holds his arms out and makes grabby hands to Oz.
Ozzy picks him up and holds him for a moment, before crawling into bed and snuggling up with him.
"Goodnight, bug." Asmodeus says.
"Night daddy."
"I love you."
"I know... I love you too."
A little meeting ~An Itty Bitty Imps one-Shot
Read Ozzie the babysitter first if you haven't already. Trust me.
Notes:⚠️TW: Mentioned abuse, pimping, negative self thoughts, negative feelings, lots of hurt feels. Lack of communication in a relationship, implied r*pe. Lmk if I should add
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“Thank you both for meeting us today, I know it's not our usual day to meet up, but we need to discuss something rather important.” Stolas explains.
He called Blitzø yesterday to meet him at Asmodeus's Palace, he emphasized that Blitzø should be big for this, which of course made Blitzø's mind spiral into multiple different scenarios. . .
The four of them…together.
Fizz and Blitzø…
Stolas and Asmodeus…
He had a dream about this once….
But he doubts that's what Ozzie and Stolas wanted with them.
Fizzarolli shrugs. “I mean, I live here so I was going to be here anyway.” Fizz says. “Not like it's inconvenient to me.”
“We asked you both here so we can establish some rules for playdates.” Stolas asks.
Fizz smiles. “Ohh, so it's your fault we're here.” Fizz says to Blitzø.
“Shut up.” Blitzø tells him.
“This isn't just for Blitzø. It's so that everyone can understand the rules…and caregivers can know how to manage stuff if the other caregiver is gone for whatever reason.” Stolas explains.
“Brat.” Fizz coughs.
“Spoiled.” Blitzø snaps back.
“Jealous.” Fizz scoffs.
“Bitch!” Blitzø shouts.
“Asshole!” Fizz shouts back.
Blitzø flicks Fizz on the forehead.
“Ow! Hey!” Fizz shouts. “If I flick you back, it will hurt a lot more!”
“Try me, Fizz. I fucking dare you!”
“Okay, that's enough!” Stolas says. “This meeting is to help you two, this is not an excuse for you to act like children.”
“Funny, I recall you calling me a child multiple times.” Blitzø says.
“And here you are proving my point.” Stolas says, arms crossed with a smirk wide on his face.
Asmodeus picks up a chalkboard and sets it on the table in front of them. “Stolas and I have made this board so we can set some rules to follow while you're here. We want to go through them with you both to make sure we're all on the same page.” Asmodeus explains.
Fizz and Blitzø look at each other, then back at the caregivers.
“This is because I bit Ozzie, isn't it?” Blitzø asks them.
“No.” Stolas says.
“Well…” Asmodeus hesitates.
Stolas gives Ozzie a look.
“No, not at all.” Asmodeus lies. “Has nothing to do with that.” he laughs awkwardly.
Fizz and Blitzø give each other a look again.
“Right.” Blitzø rolls his eyes.
“Anyway! The rules!” Stolas says, summoning chalk for them to write on the chalkboard.
The top of the board had ‘House Rules’ written on it.
So they're a household now? Was that weird? Seems like it should be called a club or something…
“Alright, I will start.” Stolas says.
Stolas talks as he writes: “Rule Number one (#1), No fighting, arguing, or name calling of any kind. If you have a problem, talk it out.”
Stolas hands the chalk to Asmodeus so he can add to the list.
Ozzie takes it and writes it down, then reads outloud: “Rule two (# 2) No cursing, or any type of foul language or gestures.”
“Well, that's just bullshit.” Blitzø says. “The birds are prohibiting fowl language?”
Stolas gave Blitzø a look to be sure he knew that the owl didn't find his comment funny.
“What? I'm not small! It's okay!” Blitzø says.
Fizz rolls his eyes. “Dad jokes, where has your humor become?”
“It's become amazing! For your information.” Blitzø says.
Asmodeus hands the chalk to Blitzø.
Blitzø gives him a confused look. “What do you expect me to do with this?”
Ozzie answers simply. “You both are part of this too, you should have a say.”
Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Giving me a false sense of control? I don't need it, I'm fine.” He hands the chalk to Fizz.
“That's not what we're doing!” Asmodeus says.
“Sure seems like it to me. I'm not a kid, Oz. I don't need you to patronize me.” Blitzø says.
“Blitzø, we're not.” Stolas says. “We're doing this together because everyone needs to be involved for it to work.”
Blitzø doesn't respond or listen, what was the fucking point?
They don't honestly care about his opinion, they just want to keep him in line.
…but can he blame them?
He looks over at Fizz and what he was writing…
Fizz was adorable when he did anything, and he proves that further by sticking his little tongue out while he was writing on the board.
“Be nice to yourself and others.” Fizz wrote.
“That's a great rule, Fizzarolli.” Stolas says.
“Thanks, Stolas.” Fizz smiles.
Stolas continues writing: “Rule four, bedtime is Nine O'clock, nap time is Three O'clock.”
Ozzie: “Rule five, Drink at least one bottle of water, and eat two or three meals every day.”
Fizz avoided everyone's gaze once that one was said out loud.
Blitzø frowns, knowing that can be hard for Fizz.
At least he's not the only one being called out…he guessed.
“Fizz?” Asmodeus asks.
Fizz looked up at him, but didn't respond. He only grabs the chalk and writes: “No lying and always keep promises.” With a smile.
Stolas patted Fizz's head and praised him for helping. “You're doing great, Fizz.”
Blitzø sighs, it's like the fucking circus all over again.
He knows Fizz is perfect, do we really have to keep reminding everyone?!
Stolas added: “Rule seven: Always listen to those who are taking care of you. Whether it's your caregiver or someone your caregiver put in charge, unless it goes against your boundaries.”
Ozzie: “Rule eight: No hitting, biting, or harming anyone or yourself in any way.”
…
Blitzø knows he's a screw up too.
Do they really have to keep reminding him?
Blitzø suddenly felt very overwhelmed, so he excused himself from the table.
He doesn't even know if they noticed something was wrong, it was all a blur to him.
He doesn't know what to do,he just knows he can't break down in front of them…so he locks himself in the bathroom and tries his damn hardest to just fucking breathe!
He's okay…he's fine…
Calm down…
Please calm down…it's not a big deal!
No…It was.
It didn't matter what Stolas said last time…
He was too much for them!
No!
He wasn't good enough to sit there with Fizz and Asmodeus and Stolas!
They're so great! So perfect!
And he was…
Please just stop thinking! You're so good at that most of the time!
Why was he here?
He shouldn't be here!
‘You're a miserable failure. This is why no one likes you!’
‘Fizzarolli! We've sold out! You make me so proud, son. Like the son I've never had.’
‘You think anyone would pay to watch you act? You're only good for one thing! Why do you think I keep sending you out with them?!’
Blitzø shakes his head. That's not true…that's not true!
‘I don't care if you want to or not, you're going with them, and you're going to do what they paid me to get you to.’
‘Dad- please?’
‘Look on the bright side, at least we know you're not completely worthless!’
Blitzø was suddenly on the floor, face covered in tears.
Shit…this was not how today was supposed to go!
He fucked up again!
~~~Fizz, and Stolas:~~~~
“Blitzø is taking an awfully long time in there.” Fizz says. “Do you think he's okay? Should one of us go up and check on him?”
“I'll do it.” Stolas says.
“Actually, let me. I think I may have upset him.” Asmodeus says.
Stolas gives him a concerned look. “Do you really think that's a good idea?”
“We're perfectly capable of having a conversation, Stolas!” Asmodeus defends. “We had one bad day, that doesn't mean anything.”
“Right, sure, yeah.” Fizz agrees. “It'll be fine.”
“Alright, if you're sure, Asmodeus. Good luck.” Stolas says, remembering when he and Blitzø had a ‘bad day’. It was never not a big deal.
Asmodeus walks upstairs to look for Blitzø.
Fizz pulls out a notebook: “Okay, hedge your bets. How is this ending?”
Stolas frowns, looking away.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Fizz asks.
Stolas sighs. “I don't know…”
“Well, that's a lie, come on, talk to me.” Fizz says.
“It's just…Blitzø's been acting rather…strangely since the incident with Asmodeus and I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it.”
“Did Blitzø say something?” Fizz asks.
“He hasn't said anything about it, every time it comes up, he avoids talking about it! I don't know how to get him to open up when something bothers him! It's frustrating sometimes.”
Fizz nods. “Well, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation.” He says. “It was hard on both of them.”
“Has Asmodeus talked about it since?” Stolas asks.
“Not really…but I could tell it bothered him. For the last few days he's been asking me how he's doing, if I've heard from him, if he seems to be okay..”
Stolas nods. “You know, if this was us, we would have had this worked out by now.”
Fizz smiles. “For sure, there would have been at least a phone call, I guess our boyfriends just don't care for the heart-to-hearts with anyone but us.”
Stolas stops smiling. “Um…yeah, I suppose so. Your boyfriend, my friend.” He corrects.
“You're still not dating?” Fizz asks.
“We haven't talked about it.” Stolas explains.
“Why not!?” Fizz asks.
“You know how Blitzø is…I just don't want to overwhelm him with silly labels.” Stolas explains.
Fizz sighs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, he's got issues with intimacy and commitment…and a bunch of other stuff I'm not sure anyone could fully analyze.”
Stolas nods. “Indeed.”
“Have you two…”
“Not in months.” Stolas says.
“Dates?”
“Never…unless you count the incident at Ozzie’s.”
“You're kidding.” Fizz says.
Stolas shakes his head. “No. For now we're friends…and honestly, I'm happy with that. It's far less complicated and there is no risk of anyone getting hurt.”
Fizz hums.
“What?” Stolas asks.
“Sounds like Blitzø isn't the only one with issues.”
“What? I do not have issues with intimacy.” Stolas says.
“No, but you are afraid of getting too serious with Blitzø because you're afraid he's going to hurt you like Stella did.” Fizz says. “You need to talk about it, dude.”
“I…” Stolas looks away. “I know that. But it's so much easier talking to…everyone else! I've hurt Blitzø more than anyone…he's hurt me more than anyone. How are we supposed to move on?” He asks.
“I was there with him.” Fizz says. “Usually a good start is…I'm sorry?”
Stolas sighs. “To apologize means we'd have to talk about it. We've been avoiding those hard conversations because…it's so hard to admit how awful we've been. What if once we open that wound…we can't seal it again?”
“Wounds heal, and those that don’t…you learn to live with.” Fizz says, showing Stolas his robotic hands with emphasis.
Stolas frowns…
Could Blitzø live with the wounds Stolas brought upon him though?
~~~Asmodeus and Blitzø:~~~
Asmodeus walks upstairs. “Blitzø? Blitzø?”
Fuck, Asmodeus! Why did it have to be Ozzie? Just go away!
A doorknob is heard, then a knock. “Blitzø? Are you alright?” Asmodeus asks.
“I'm fine, Oz, I'm-” Blitzø takes a deep breath. “I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?” Asmodeus says. “If this is about what I said earlier, I didn't mean-”
“This isn't about that!” He says. “It's about nothing. I'm fine! Just-” He exhales. “Just don't worry about it! I don't get why you and Stolas are so fixated on that day, I don't care about it!”
“Fixated on what day?” Asmodeus asks.
Blitzø scoffs. “Like you don't know.” He mumbles.
“Blitzø. Can we just talk about it? Please?” Asmodeus asks.
Blitzø tries to stop them…but the tears come.
Just like they always do…
Why can't he just handle his own fucking emotions?!
“Blitzø…?”
It's suddenly really quiet on the other side of the door.
“Blitzø, if you don't want me to come in, you're going to have to tell me that.” He says. “But I'm worried about you, so if you're really okay and want me to leave, please just say something?” He asks.
…
Nothing.
“Blitzø?”
…he's not worth it.
All he does is mess everything up! He makes everything so much worse! For everyone!
How will Stolas ever really love him if he can't do anything right?
How can Fizz?
Everyone he's ever loved ended up hating him, it's what he does best…ruining everything.
“Blitzø please? If you don't answer me, I'm going to just come in there, I don't want to invade your space, I just want to make sure you're okay.” He explains.
Blitzø still can't comprehend the words Ozzie was saying, he was just getting more and more overwhelmed.
They'll never love you!
You're unlovable!
You ruin everything!
You're a failure!
No one can love someone like you!
They only want you for a quick fuck, nothing else!
Asmodeus forces the door open and sees Blitzø curled up in the corner crying. “Blitzø, hey. What's going on? Are you okay?” He asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. “No, no kay.” He says, eyes pouring with tears.
Asmodeus sits down in front of him. “Hey, baby. Look at me please.” He says. “Take a deep breath until you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.”
Blitzø tries, but fails with a crying cough.
“It's okay, just try again.” Asmodeus says. “You can do it.”
Blitzø does so, taking a shaky breath in.
“Good job, buddy. Hold it for just a second… and release it.”
Blitzø did.
“Good job, Blitzø. Let's try that again, okay?”
Blitzø nods, following Ozzie's lead, though it was hard with the crying.
He asked Blitzø to repeat it two more times before he was satisfied and Blitzø’s breathing was normal.
“Okay, good job, Blitzø. That was so good.” Asmodeus says.
Blitzø whines. “No good, Ozzie. M’ no good.” He tries to explain, face still stained with tears and his voice just full of pure sadness.
“What? Of course you're good. What makes you say that you're not?” He asks.
Blitzø didn't feel like answering, he turns his head away.
“Was this because of what I said?” Asmodeus asks him. “Any of the stuff I said?”
Blitzø shakes his head. “No.”
“Do you want me to get Stolas?” Asmodeus asks.
Blitzø shakes his head again. “No!”
“Okay…so, what do you need right now?” Asmodeus asks.
“I wanna be awone.” He mumbles.
Asmodeus sighs. “I'm sorry, I can't just leave you alone, not while you're like this.”
Blitzø held himself tightly, more tears threatening to leave his eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Asmodeus asks.
Blitzø doesn't answer this time, so Asmodeus continues: “You said that what I said didn't upset you, so what did?”
Blitzø whines, he wants to be reassured the thoughts that plague him are not true…
But he'd have to first accept that they are there, that he has these thoughts…and that wasn't easy. He'd much rather just pretend everything was fine but he can't now!
“Blitzø?” Asmodeus asks. “You can talk to me, it's okay. I won't judge you or get upset, I promise.”
“Notposabehere.” Blitzø mumbles softly.
“What? I'm sorry, can you say that again for me please?” Asmodeus asks him.
“No pose ta be here.” Blitzø says, a bit more clearly this time.
“What do you mean you're not supposed to be here? Of course you are.” Asmodeus says. “We invited you, didn't we?”
“No, cuz I'm bad, mess everyfing up for evryone! I'm no gud!” Blitzø cries. “Das why we needed da wools!”
“What?” Asmodeus asks. “That's silly, you are very good, Blitzø.” Asmodeus tells him. “The rules are for everyone. For you and for Fizz.”
Blitzø shakes his head. “No, Fizz is good. Dats why daddy we’ him be in da circus, and den he we’ dem to break me.” He explains.
“Break you?” Asmodeus asks.
“Yea…day bwoked me betuz I bad!” Blitzø explains. “Unstand?”
Asmodeus is a little confused, but he doubts asking more questions will help, Blitzø already looks so overwhelmed. “You're not bad, Blitzø. You're good. So very good.”
“Bu-”
Asmodeus shakes his head. “No, Fizz and you are both good, in your own ways, you both have your ups and downs, we all do. You deserve to be here as much as any of us.”
Blitzø shakes his head again. “I mess'ed up, Awz. Fizz bwoke cuz of me.”
“That was an accident.” Asmodeus says. “And it wasn't entirely your fault anyway, you were trying to protect yourself.”
“I hawt you and no wisten!” He cries.
“That's okay, we all make mistakes, baby.” Asmodeus says. “And I'm okay, it was just a little bite. Besides, you apologized and made everything okay again. I messed up too that day, remember?”
Blitzø shrugs. “M'guess.”
“We all love you very much, we all want you here, we're your friends.” Asmodeus says.
Blitzø looks up at him with surprise and confusion…does Ozzie even know who he's talking to?
And honestly, Asmodeus was surprised he said it too…
Did he actually mean that?
Yeah…he did.
Blitzø was such a gremlin sometimes, but he couldn't help but to care for the little one.
And he's absolutely hilarious when he's big.
Life was so much more interesting with him around.
“I know it's hard to accept, but I promise I'm not just saying that. I care about you. You're a good friend, and we all want you here, we need you here!” Asmodeus declares.
“You?” Blitzø asks.
Asmodeus nods. “Yup, me too.”
Blitzø looks away from Ozzie, not sure he believes him.
“Is it okay if I pick you up?” Asmodeus asks, holding out a hand.
Blitzø would normally say no, but he could really use a hug right now…and he did trust Ozzie. He knew he wouldn't hurt him at least.
He climbs up the rooster, and Ozzie holds him carefully, wrapping him up in a tight- but not too tight- hug. “You belong here, Blitzø. I promise. You want to know what I think?” He asks.
Blitzø wraps his arms around Asmodeus, breathing in his scent deeply in an attempt to calm down more, he nods against his feathers.
“I think you are so brave, so resilient. You're very hardworking and so creative. You have so many good qualities that people…they just never knew how to understand. And some, they just didn't want to. And though sometimes even we don't understand you, we want to. We all care very much for you, big and little.”
Blitzø closes his eyes, Asmodeus’s feathers and his kind words were so comforting right now.
“You know, there's also nothing wrong with being a little rebellious.” Asmodeus says. “Without people making a fuss, nothing would ever really change. And I'd much rather understand that you're upset and why then to constantly guess and have you repress your feelings. I love that you can and do express yourself. Trust me, there's nothing wrong with that. Alright?”
“Mkay, Oz.” Blitzø says.
“Are you feeling a bit better now, kitten?” Asmodeus asks him.
Blitzø nods. “Yeah.”
“Good. You ready to head back downstairs?” Asmodeus asks. “I'm sure Fizz and Stolas are worried.”
Blitzø thinks about it, then nods. “Mkay.”
~~~All of them:~~~
Asmodeus and Blitzø head back downstairs together, Asmodeus holding him until he asks to be set down once they reach the dining area where their meeting took place.
Stolas smiles sympathetically once he sees them, Blitzø runs over to him, asking to be held.
“Awe, Blitzy. Darling. What happened?” Stolas asks, picking him up and setting him on his lap.
Blitzø whines, not wanting to talk about it again.
“He's okay.” Asmodeus says, sitting next to Fizz. “We talked it through, he's just a little drained now.”
Stolas nods. “Ah, I see.”
Stolas smiles at Fizz who reluctantly gives him five dollars.
Asmodeus gives Fizzarolli a look, and the imp looks away.
“What was that?” Asmodeus says.
“Oh…nothing.” Stolas says. “Just something between us.”
Blitzø nuzzles Stolas's feathers before turning to Asmodeus and smiling at him.
Something told Ozzie that things were going to be a lot better between them.
~~~Asmodeus: later~~~
Blitzø fell asleep in Stolas's lap while the remaining three
“So, you and Blitzø finally patched things up?” Fizz asks his boyfriend.
“Yeah…I think our conversation went well, all things considered.” Asmodeus says.
“All things considered?” Stolas asks.
“Yeah, he said something a bit…concerning.” Asmodeus explains.
“Oh?” Stolas tilts his head.
“He said that his father let people break him.” Asmodeus says. “Do you know what he meant by that?”
Stolas and Fizz look at each other.
“Uhm, well-” Stolas hesitates, wondering if he'd be crossing any boundaries by explaining.
“Wait, before we talk about that, I'd like to add another rule real quick-'' Fizz takes the chalkboard and shows it to Ozzie: ‘RESPECT OTHERS BOUNDARIES!’
Asmodeus lifts an eyebrow. “What's going on?”
Stolas takes a deep breath before continuing to explain. “We need you to promise not to act on what you're about to hear without explicit permission from Blitzø to do so.” He says.
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“We need a promise.” Fizz says.
“Okay…I promise.” Asmodeus says.
Stolas takes a deep breath. “Blitzø's father was a greedy…self absorbed, horrible man.” He explains.
“I've gotten that impression.” Asmodeus says.
“When he was sixteen his father would…lend him out to other demons to do as they wished to him.” Stolas says.
Asmodeus's face turned red with anger. “Sixteen?”
“Oz, you can't do anything about this, it may destroy what you and Blitzø have accomplished.” Fizz says.
“Sixteen?” Asmodeus asks. “That's…Did you know?” He asks Fizz.
“Not till he told me a little bit ago.” Fizz says. “I was oblivious when it was happening?”
Asmodeus looks at the imp fast asleep on Stolas.
Sixteen?
How can someone do that? To anyone? He never understood.
~~~Asmodeus and Blitzø: days later~~~
Blitzø was hanging out on the couch, watching his horse show when he got a call. “Hello?” he answers.
“Blitzø! Hi! Can we talk?” Asmodeus ask.
“Didn't we talk enough at your place?” He sighs with annoyance.
“Sort of.” Asmodeus says. “I just want to make sure you're okay.”
“What is with you birds and feelings? I'm fine.” Blitzø says. “It's not a big deal. We talked. We're good.”
“Good. I'm glad. In other news I have a question for you…”
“Okay?”
“Your father…is he still alive?”
Blitzø sits up. “What?”
“I know what he did to you. I want to take care of it but Fizz made me promise not to take action without permission.” Asmodeus explains.
“What are you talking about?” Blitzø asks, not sure if Asmodeus was saying what he thinks he is.
“He sold you…to others?” He asks. “He pimped you out?”
Blitzø pauses. “...They told you about that?”
“I made them, I was worried! You mentioned it when you were regressed and I needed to make sure you were safe.” Asmodeus explains. “If you'll let me, I'll take care of this for you, you won't have to worry about Cash ever again.”
“…”
“Blitzø?” Asmodeus asks.
“No.”
“Why not? Why wouldn't you want that- that-”
“Mother fucking prick?” Blitzø suggests.
“Yes, thank you. Dead?” Ozzie adds.
“If Cash is alive, which I'm not saying he is- I can handle that. I can fight my own battles, just stay out of it.” Blitzø tells him.
“Why? You were only a kid, Blitzø. You didn't deserve that.” Asmodeus says.
“Fifteen Isn't really a kid…” Blitzø mumbles.
“Fifteen!? Are you serious!?” Asmodeus asks.
“Oz-”
“Blitzø, I care about you! I-”
“Then stay out of it. I'm fine. I haven't seen him in years, he's not a threat to me. If I see him again, I want to be the one to end him, not you.” Blitzø declares.
Asmodeus sighs. “Yeah, I get that.” He says. “I know we're not the type of people to talk…but if you need to talk…about anything. I'm here.”
Blitzø doesn't respond to that.
“I'll see you next week.”
Asmodeus hangs up the phone, leaving Blitzø with his thoughts.
Blitzø can handle this on his own…
But it was a comfort to know…
He didn't have to.
♡♡♡♡♡
Possum note: Guess who's not a possum and has not seen the new episode because they're scared and wrote all the feels they already had instead?THIS POSSUM!
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