#fatemastered

From the moment he had found out Stolas was gravid with Ozzie’s egg, Fizz hadn’t known how to feel about it. Scared he wouldn’t want it. Happy when he did. Then came more complicated feelings. Anger at his body's limitations. Fear that Ozzie would leave. Jealousy that something he’d never have came so easily to Stolas. Deep seeded and shameful voices whispering in the back of his head despite desperate attempts to silence them.

Imposter.

Disgusting.

Broken.

He’d brought it up with his therapist several times, they’d worked through them–he’d worked so hard to work through them. And for the most part they were…well he woudln’t say gone, but…manageable. Until Stolas went into labor. Until Blitz had called Ozzie from the hospital waiting room freaking out. Fizz had thought he’d have been left home, but Ozzie had brought him along telling him Blitz would want him there.

That much had turned out to be true. They’d sat together with Blitz’s head in his lap, tails twined together while they waited for news. Neither imp had really known what went into this, imps were born alive and screaming, they weren’t laid as eggs and incubated the way goetia were.

And maybe worrying about Blitz had made Fizz forget for a while. Forget about this festering knot of rancid feelings in his chest because Blitz had needed him. He could put it on the back burner for a moment because he was needed.

But then he wasn’t. Hours later. Crises averted. Fizz stood in the doorway of the hospital room watching Blitz and Ozzie fawn over an exhausted Stolas–watched a perfect little egg sit in an incubator–and that rotting ache returned. This was supposed to be a good thing–something happy–so why did he feel sick? Like he’s moldering from the inside out.

Soft magenta eyes flicker back to Stolas. Back to Blitz who’s smiling and saying something sweet. Back to Ozzie…who’s watching him, and the concern there is heartbreaking. Felt like glass up his throat and he ducked out of the doorway and out of sight.

This isn’t about you, stop making it about you!

Didn’t stop him from walking away though. Prosthetic legs taking him down the hall, rounding a corner and out of sight before his little frame tipped into the support of the wall. Sliding down the wall and crouching into a ball as he tried to will the feelings down.

This was good.

This was fine.

He was fine…

Stolas has straightened the same plant on the table about 15 times. Adjusting it over and over in an effort to make the apartment look perfect. Everything has to be perfect, small and shabby tho it might be. The wallpaper was peeling and there were tears in the couch that he'd tried to sew shut. There were potted plants all over the place now-- gifts and efforts from Blitz to make him feel at home. There was even an adolescent Carnivora Antirrhinum on the balcony. How he had found it, Stolas couldn't imagine, but he'd almost cried when Blitz brought it home, snapping and all.

He isn't satisfied with the fern on the table, but he pulls his hands away reluctantly, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs. His phone, a new one he'd recently been furnished with, sat before him on the table. He couldn't help but stare at the screen, wondering if Via would text him when she arrived. Would she get lost? The building wasn't remote, but the apartment could be hard to find in the building.

Maybe she wouldn't come at all. He wouldn't blame her. It wouldn't be the first time he'd thought to invite her, but the first time she'd actually agreed. After he'd promised Blitz and Loona would be away and begged them to find them something to do out of the house on a Saturday.

His anxiety got the better of him. He decided to text her first. It isn't quite noon, and she isn't necessarily late, but he still worried.

* ∙ ✰ ◞  @fatemastered ✗  ❤'d.

' Dad? wait what are you doing here? if Mom and Uncle see you, you'll get hurt.' Octavia said pulling her father into her room, quickly closing the door and locking it. ' Not that they would NOTICE much anyway but..' She suddenly turned and hugged her father.

     golden   blood   painting   the   ground.   her   blood.   painting   it   and   filling   in   the   cracks.   she   had   no   idea   she   had   this   much   blood   within   her.   not   like   she   actually   bled   before.   never   felt   this   much   physical   pain   either.   eyes   can't   help   the   way   they   focused   upon   her   blood.   it's   a   new   sight.   it's   all   new.

     there's   no   stopping   the   startled   gasp   mixed   with   bird   cry.   suddenly   turning   to   look   towards   the   voice.   looking   around   until   she   looked   down.   eyes   immediately   going   wide.   the   sinner   that   killed   adam.   didn't   hesitate   to   either.   sera   can't   help   but   be   surprised   there   wasn't   a   knife   stabbed   repeatedly   within   her   own   back. 

Eve had heard all about Lucifer's daughter opening and running a hotel with the idea in mind to redeem sinners. While the second woman had believed in such things before, she had been hiding away in hell for so long now that she struggled and hesitated to believe if it was still possible now. She had been separated from her family forever, becoming the original sinner.

And yet, her doubts weren't enough to stop her from finding herself on the doorstep of the hotel, glancing around at the empty sight before her, greeted by a small demon. "Uh...hi there. Am I in the right place? This is the..." squints, "Hazbin Hotel, right? Are you...Charlie?"

@fatemastered sent in:

who was that you were talking to? ( ozzie )

His eyes instantly lit up whenever he saw Ozzie. A smile spreading across his face. However, he was taken a back a little by the sudden question. He glanced back at Blitz and then back at his boyfriend. It made him raise an eyebrow that the other would question him of something like this. Almost like he was jealous? That was a first, he doesn't think he's ever seen Ozzie jealous over anyone before. But maybe it was obvious that Fizz might've had a crush on Blitz back when they were younger? However, his eyes only belonged to Ozzie now. They always have.

"You mean Blitz? He was a friend of mine from my childhood. You know the one I told you about that I hated?" Fizzarolli glanced up at the rooster. "Turns out it had all been a misunderstanding. So, we're friends again. That's all." He smirks up at his boyfriend nudging him lightly with his robotic arm. "Am I sensing that you're a little jealous?"