#helluva fizzarolli

Chapter 2: Something More-Ozzie returns to see Fizz and a choice is made.

Fizz furrowed his brows as Asmodeus patiently waited, but after ten seconds, the frog made his decision and cautiously began to swim closer to the king, never taking his eyes off of him. Once he was only half a foot away, he then dove under the water before he used his strong legs to propel him all the way to solid ground.

The royal chimera chuckled with delight as he laid his hand out and waited for the other to make the next move. There was still a touch of apprehension written on his pale face as he took a small hop, then another and another until he was at the edge of the offered appendage. He took one more gaze up at Ozzie, but he finally mustered the last hop up onto the cyan palm, prompting the Sin’s smiles to widen.

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Chapter 1: Two Wayward Souls-Asmodeus takes a break from the city and meets a strange little creature out in the wilderness or a "Princess and the Frog" AU with Fizz and Ozzie. ;)

Asmodeus rubbed his temples for a moment as the portal closed behind him, followed by changing his attire with a swish of magic and opting for a sleeveless black mesh shirt and white shorts this time; he also summoned up his blanket again along with some strawberry lemonade and some vanilla blueberry macarons for snacking. He first just collapsed on the cloth with an exasperated sigh, simply laying there as he stared up at the cloudy sky, seeing the swirling hearts lazily move through the air. After a minute, Ozzie tilted his heads back as best as he could to gaze at the pond, albeit upside down, and gave a small smile at the memory of his little mysterious watcher.

Let’s see if I’ve got an audience today, he thought to himself, exhaling another sigh but this one on the wistful side. The King of Lust then grunted as he sat up and conjured his smutty book, eating one of his macarons and taking a sip of his lemonade before laying back down. With the occasional splashing of raindrops on the water, Ozzie proceeded to read for twenty minutes until the temptation was impossible to resist and he had his other two heads spy around him. It took a few moments, but Bull excitedly bounced in Ozzie’s mane as spotting something in the same alcove except it was a little closer this time. The royal chimera smiled at the development and as nonchalantly as possible, he sat back up and stretched up just as he did last week, peeking one eye open to see he still had the other’s attention.

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— A forgotten dish towel catches fire, and for Fizzarolli, one small flame is enough to drag him back to the worst night of his life.

✦ pairing — Fizzarolli x female!reader ✦ warnings — panic attack, trauma

The apartment smells like garlic and spices, music humming softly from the radio while Fizzarolli stands at the stove, stirring a pan with surprising concentration. You smile from your place against the counter, watching the tiny crease between his brows whenever he cooks, because he treats every recipe like a performance, muttering to himself whenever something doesn't go exactly right.

"You know," you tease, "for someone who used to fly through the air for a living, you're awfully dramatic over onions."

"They're disrespecting me," he huffs, pointing the spoon at them. "They're uneven."

Before you can answer, the dish towel tossed carelessly beside the burner slips just a little closer.

The edge catches.

A tiny flame appears.

Then another.

Fizz freezes.

The spoon slips from his fingers with a dull clatter, his breathing stopping altogether as the orange glow reflects in his wide eyes. The kitchen disappears from his expression, replaced by smoke only he can see, screams only he can hear, fire swallowing canvas, wood... people.

"Fizz?"

He doesn't answer.

You move instantly, grabbing the towel with the metal tongs and throwing it into the sink before turning the tap on full blast. Steam rises with a loud hiss, the flames dying almost immediately.

Silence.

When you turn back, Fizz hasn't moved. His prosthetic fingers tremble uncontrollably, his chest rising in quick, uneven breaths as he stares at the sink without seeing it.

You cross the kitchen slowly this time.

"Hey..."

Your hands find his cheeks, warm and steady, gently guiding his gaze toward yours.

"It's over," you whisper. "Look at me, love. You're here, you're safe, and the fire's gone."

His eyes finally focus.

"I..." His voice breaks. "I smelled it."

"I know."

"I couldn't move."

"You don't have to explain."

The first tear escapes before he can stop it.

You pull him into your arms without another word, holding him tightly as he buries his face against your shoulder, his body shaking with silent sobs. Your hand rubs slow circles between his shoulders while you press a kiss against his temple.

"I've got you," you murmur. "I've always got you."