My Ao3 Story about Mollis
(Daughter/Creation of Fizz & Ozzie)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you enjoy this and want to know any more about how Mollis was made, here is the Ao3 link to her creation story:
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Molly's First Circus Lesson:
Mollis was a unique child with a singular upbringing. Not a lovechild, but a creation of the Sin of Lust. She was crafted from the blue flames themselves, carefully and painstakingly designed by her two fathers - Fizzerolli and Asmodeus. From the moment of her existence, she drew the attention of all those around her. Whether she chose to wield it or not, it was simply her nature.
Unlike any born creature, she could recall the moment of her creation — the instant the flames fell away and she looked into her fathers' eyes for the first time. They had both been weeping. They looked so happy, that the sight filled her with a joy deeper than her heart could hold.
But just like born creatures, those first moments and early years defined who she would be in later life. She learned fast, but came into the world with the same blissful, ignorance and innocence of any newborn.
Daddy Fizzie had been playful, energetic (some might say hyperactive), adoring, occasionally anxious when little Mollis, Molly for short, had been finding her feet, and a huge influence in the way she approached social situations - with authenticity and confidence.
She didn't learn about his experience with Mammon until she was much older - learning much of it from Uncle Blitz with Daddy Fizzie's permission. Just 2 weeks after her 16th Birthday, Fizzie had sat down with her and walked her through it all. Because she wasn't like any normal teenager, she possessed an empathy and link to emotion that was ingrained in her physiology, and was able to understand the pain her father had been caused without need for as many words. Only after he talked to her, did it make sense why her Daddy had been so adamant that she stay strong and true to herself. As a result, she had certainly developed a bit of a stubborn streak!
Papa Ozzie had been gentle, encouraging, supportive, and a calming energy to offset the hyperactivity that was naturally part a household containing Fizzarolli and his offspring.
As a child she had been so quick to learn that her thirst for knowledge was almost insatiable. Of course, one day she would love to be more heavily involved in Papa's business, as she had a natural understanding of sex and pleasure that came as part and parcel of her biology, being the direct creation of the flames of Lust. This also came with an inbuilt understanding that such things would have to wait until she was fully matured. For now, she wanted to learn everything else that she could.
When she was just 5 years old, Daddy Fizzie had commissioned the build of a private performance space just for Mollis, designed to look like her very own circus, in order for her to finally learn circus skills. She had been begging her Daddy and Uncle Blitz to show her from the moment she saw the photograph of them on the trapeze together.
Uncle Blitz joined Molly and her Daddy for her first play on the new apparatus, bringing with him his young daughter Andromeda, whom he shared with the demon prince, Stolas. Molly and Deedee had know each other for as long as they could remember - bonding almost on sight, just like their Daddies did.
"Deedee!" Molly cried, as she charged forward to embrace her best friend, followed immediately by Molly dragging Andromeda toward the new performance space.
They bounced around the room at top speed, giggling eagerly as they were vehemently cheered on by Blitz, whilst Fizz maintained an outward appearance of enthusiasm, masking constant anxiety for their safety.
Andromeda took immediately to juggling and plate spinning. With such natural grace and control that it didn't even take a full day before she was able to juggle three balls over her head effortlessly, whilst balancing a spinning plate upon her beak.
Molly couldn't resist the trapeze. The more she flew, the happier she was. And with her three multicoloured imp tails, designed to resemble both Ozzie's 3 feathers and Fizzie's own imp tail, she had no doubts about her safety. They were strong, and she was able to wrap them around both the trapeze bar and each of the ropes all at once, keeping her hands free to sweep Andromeda up as she swung past.
As Andromeda landed elegantly on the ground, twirling for effect and giggling gleefully, Molly finished the trick with a haphazard summersault that almost resulted in her landing flat on her face. She may be the daughter of the greatest imp clown to have walked the seven rings, but she certainly lacked his precision. Though Fizz knew this would come with practise.
Molly jumped up and ran to Andromeda, lovingly called Deedee, giving her a tremendous hug followed by double high-fives as the adrenaline courses through their tiny bodies.
"C'mon girls, it's time to head back." said Fizz after what felt like hours with his constantly heightened state of anxiety. A few calming words from Blitz had eventually helped him to relax a bit and enjoy the experience.
"Yeah, we've gotta get you to bed, Deedee." called Blitz, as he bent down and extended out his arms to embrace his daughter as she skipped over to him.
"Awww, but you promised we'd get to see you do some tricks, Daddy!" whined Molly, hanging from the hem of Fizz's shirt and knocking his hat ascew.
"Yeah, so did you, Daddy!" echoed Deedee looking up imploringly at her father and rustling her feathers in frustration, which reminded Blitz so much of Andromeda's Papa Stolas that he had to keep from laughing.
Blitz and Fizz looked into each other's faces, simultaneously amused and uncertain. It's not that they didn't trust one another, it's just that they hadn't performed any tricks together since before the fire. Yes they'd messed around on similar kit here and there over the years, but never together. As they hesitated the girls grew restless.
"Pleeeaaassseeeeee?" they sang in unison, watching their fathers with baited breath.
"What do you think? You ready Blitzo?" asked Fizz with a sly grin.
"Born ready." Blitz responded, returning a wide smile.
And so they sat the girls on a couple of seats besides the performance space and told them to stay put. Before rolling up their sleeves and climbing the trapeze platforms.
They each took a steadying breath - and then Fizz jumped with the expertise he had long since honed and perfected.
The two girls watched in awe as their fathers performed the routine from their childhood that had stayed so fresh in their minds after years of repetition. Clapping in earnest, squealing with delight, and brimming with pride, the girls watched on. Looking forward to the many lessons they had ahead.
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