#Fizzorolli/Blitzo

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A Halloween Special.  (Tonight is all Hollow's Eve" Starring: Blitzo                  (The Preacher's son) Verosika Mayday: (Blitzo's girlfriend) Stolas Goeita:  (Blitzo's stalker: an occultist.) Fizzorolli        (Blitzo's Boyfriend, best friend) Striker   (The Pumpkin King,) Blitzo was born to a preacher and an occultist. Raised as a preacher's son. his childhood best friend: Fizzorolli.  A hardened criminal Blitzo's secretive crush. .  Fizz que's in on this, and  becomes  Blitzo's everything. When Fizzorolli takes things too far.  one autumn night inside "Lost hope Cemetery" descanting a grave while making out with Blitzo.  Fizz has been strumming Blitzo along. Sex has always been one of the prominent sins. Fizz takes Blitz to an abandoned barnyard. Where he has his Robo counterparts ambush him.   Savagely beating Blitz , before  ripping the cross from his neck. The robotic marionets then take turns pulling the original in to their orgy of madness.... With the last bit of his strength, Blitzo manages to break free and runs, not looking back.. the wild frantic cackling...burns his ears and follows him into the stark dead woods. he trips over a gnarled  root of a black twisted tree. and with his own blood draws a demonic sigil. summoning "The Pumpkin King himself: a poesssed spirt who  was known for lopping the head off  of his victims. Blitzo passes out just as the Pumpkin King manifests. glowing yellow eyes  peer down at the teenager who was clutching his mother's ripped choker.

#Hellvua Boss #Striker/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Illustration by Lara Kein.

[lionar0und]

THEY HAVE EACH OTHERS HORSE COLORS I JUST NOTICED THAT-

#helluva boss #blitzo #fizzorolli

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Good morning everyone I thought I'd share my Hazbin Boss and Helluva Hotel au cast ❤️🤗

Blitzo= Alastor

Moxie= Sir pentios

Millie= Cherri Bomb

Loona= Vaggie

Stolas= Lucifer

Octavia= Charlie

Stella= Lillith

Striker= Vox

Verosika= Mimzy

Asmodeus= Husk

Fizzorolli= Angel dust

Mammon= Valentino

And that's it really ❤️

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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My Rules for writing.

What fandom's I write for.

Apex legends

Sally face

Creepypasta

Helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Thing I won't write for

Uncomfortable age gaps.

Incest.

Extreme kinks. (Scat,piss,gun)

Noncon/dubcon.

Characters I will write for!!

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer.

Eyeless jack.

'Ticci' Toby.

Ben drowned.

Homicidal Liu.

Apex legends

Bloodhound.

Mirage.

Fuse.

Pathfinder.

Octane.

Sally face

Sal fisher

Larry Johnson

Travis .

Helluva boss

Blitzo

Millie and moxxie

Stolas

Fizzorolli

Hazbin hotel

Alastor (no nsfw)

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husker

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #sally face x reader #sally face #sally face imagines #apexlegends #apex x reader #apex imagines #helluva boss imagines

[seeyabythemarina]

IMP/Royalty counseling

As the best example and most healthly imp and royalty relationship fizz and ozzie that the job of fixing the relationship of other imp/royals.

Stolitz:

Fizzorolli talks to blitzo and has him tell fizz everything about how he and stolas met and how their relationship has progressed. Blitz talks about the playmate stealing thing, his having pity sex for the book and the full moon deal. He also state reason why the things stolas does doesn't mean he loves blitz. Like how the liking his photo doesn't ignore how condescending stolas treat him. At the end fizz gives blitz critics and advice on his play in his relationship with stolas.

Meanwhile asmodeus is doing the same with stolas. Stolas tell his point of view of his relationship with blitz and even tells about the deal. At the end asmodeues tell stolas how he never should how made deal as it's just proof he see blitz as his property. He also say that while he likes how he gave away his family for lust he needs to figure that out to. He gives advice that he needs to make blitz see that stolas doesn't see him as a toy.

At the end of both sessions stolas and blitz have a lot to think and talk about. It's going to be a long journey but they might be okay. Congratulating themselves for a successful session fizz and Oz go have helped a imp/royal couple sex.

#helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #helluva blitz #helluva asmodeus #helluva stolas

[imaginemyshipswithme]

Romantic cartoon f/os

Disney

Luisa Madrigal - Encanto (❤️💪🏼 [luisa])

Bradley Uppercrust III - An Extremely Goofy Movie (🛹⚜️ [bradley])

Tank - An Extremely Goofy Movie (💪🏼🛹 [tank])

Brooklyn - Gargoyles (🏫 [brooklyn])

Captain Gantu - Lilo & Stitch (👽🔫 [gantu])

Randall Boggs - Monsters Inc. (🦎🚪 [randall])

Johnny Worthington III - Monsters University (😈🚪 [Johnny])

Jack Skellington - The Nightmare Before Christmas (🎃🎄💀 [jack skellington])

Emperor Awesome - Wander Over Yonder (🪩🦈 [awesome])

King Candy - Wreck-It Ralph (🍬👾 [king candy])

Warner Brothers

Queen Tyr’ahnee - Duck Dodgers (👑👽 [tyr’ahnee])

Good Cop/Bad Cop - The Lego Movie (👓🕶🚔 [good cop/bad cop])

Wile E. Coyote - Looney Tunes (🧨 [wile e.])

Rev Runner - Loonatics Unleashed (🐦🛼 [rev])

Tech E. Coyote - Loonatics Unleashed (🔬 [tech])

Devon & Cornwall - The Quest for Camelot (🐲🎼🐲 [Devon & Cornwall])

Dreamworks

Mr. Shark/Lou Shark - The Bad Guys (🦈🥸 [mr. shark])

Po - Kung Fu Panda (🐼 [po])

E. Aster Bunnymund - Rise of the Guardians (🐣💐 [bunnymund])

Johnny - Sing (🎶🎹 [johnny])

Brandy - Trolls: Band Together (🧶 [brandy])

Hasbro

Discord - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (🫠 [discord])

Starscream - Transformers (g1, armada, animated, prime) (✈️🌟 [starscream])

Knockout - Transformers Prime (🛞💉 [knockout])

Other

Kinger - The Amazing Digital Circus (🎪♟️ [kinger])

Bezel - Chikn Nuggit (🕑 [bezel])

Sir Pensious - Hazbin Hotel (🎩🐍 [sir pensious])

Vox - Hazbin Hotel (🎩🖥 [vox])

Blitzø - Helluva Boss (💥🔫 [blitzo])

Fizzorolli - Helluva Boss (🎪 [Fizz])

Arthur Kingsmen - Mystery Skulls (🔧🚐 [arthur])

Ace D. Copular - PPG/Gorillaz (💚🕶 [ace])

Hypnopotamus - ROTTMNT (🔮🦛[hypno])

Tentacular - Rumble (🐙🤼 [tentacular])

Jasper - Steven Universe (🧡💪🏼 [jasper])

Spinel - Steven Universe (❤️‍🩹 [spinel])

Black Hat - Villainous (🎩 [black hat])

Dr. Flug - Villainous (🧪 [flug])

#❤️‍🔥 romantic f/o ❤️‍🔥

[samanthachanvideos2]

I’m fizzorolli

#helluva fizzarolli

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A Father’s regret/ Blitzo’s revenge.

Blitzo had been missing since he was eight years old. The strangest thing was that no one could find him. Cash Buckzo, Blitzo's father and ringleader of the circus had come home empty handed after a long tour. He was sure Blitzo would be home soon. But Blitzo never came home. How was he going to break the news to his wife and daughter?. It was just one silly circus stunt that went wrong. Cash had been on edge. He was going to have to deal with this. He would have to tell his  daughter the truth. But what he feared the most was ensuring Tilla's wrath. She was the one who had been with Blitzo the whole time. She was the one who was going to be angry at him.  He had to think. He had to come up with a plausible lie. yes they would grieve. yest they would miss him. but the show must go on. there was money to make and people to take advantage of. He would have to think of something. He could never let Tilla find out what happened to her son. It would break her heart. he had to find a way to get him back. Those agents didn't look to tough. It was either Blitzo or Fizzorolli.  And Cash didn't regret his decision. Fizzorolli was a gullible imp. he'd exploit the demon for gain. But Blitzo was a good kid and he knew he'd be back one day.  "Oh fuck me, that bitch is going to kill me" Cash thought. He was going to have to get Blitzo back. "Hang in there BlitzO, daddy's coming"  He thought to himself.  But if she thinks he's dead, I wont have to put in the effort searching for that brat" Cash thought. His eyes wavering as he watched the agents place his son in a cage.  When they were gone, he came out of hiding. His eyes fell upon a discarded piece of cloth stained with his son's blood. As he turns his back, his hand clenched in a tight fist. he promised himself one day he'd return for his son.  

#Hellvua Boss #Fanfiction Head Cannon #WIP #Chibi Blitzo #Cash Buckzo #D.H.O.R.K.S. Agents. #Hurt/comfort #Stolas/Blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Barbi-Wire #Blitzo #(Parental Agent 1-2)

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The War of the 9 Seas When Blitzo met Moxxie.

In the ninth year, that fateful day occurred. Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie and Loona. Were all being held prisoner. Blitzo crossed his arms over his head and looked out the slanted window. He knew Striker wouldn't stand for this. It was only a matter of time before the hellish captain found him.   There had to be more out there. Something he wasn't getting from Striker. He looked down at his mother's choker. Gripping it tight he shouted across to the other cell. "Who was she?" asked a voice from the lower bunker.   Blitzo's cold demeanor weakened. "I'm getting out of here. Are you with me?"   "And how are we going to do that sir?" Moxxie inquires. "We are sentenced to death by hanging or have you forgotten?" "Nowhere not Mox," Blitzo replies. "Something tells me I'm going to regret this." "What are you doing now?" Moxxie asks. An eerie look appeared on his face when he saw Blitzo flicker a scarlet glass amulet. "It's our ticket out of here." "Who are you signaling?" "The damned" Striker and his crew will make short work of these men. "You're one of them!" Moxxie accused. "You signed your soul to the devil!"   "Then do you have any better ideas?" asked Blitzo. Quirking an eyebrow.   Blitzo waited, smirking when Moxie's mouth gaped open and closed shut.   "You could set sail yourself" "Without a crew to govern the ship" "The Mrs. and I came together as a pair. It's a start." "And who knows who will join?" ."Hmm, that's fine and all- but how do we get out of here?" asked the Viking. "I-ugh- what are you doing sir?" "signaling the ship" "Wait! Oh crumbs"

#Hellvua Boss #Fanfiction' #Viking au #inspired by Nhila's art. #Scene from war of the nine seas. Striker/Blitzo #Stolas/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #moxxie/millie #loona #Verosika/Blitzo #Barbie-Wire #Tilla

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A Change in plans. (working title)

“Where am I...”  “Why is it so dark?”  “Someone let me out!”  “I can’t move... but I can hear voices..... and is that the sound of a motor running?. Blitzo grimaces  twisting his body trying  to catch a glimpse of anything.. but all he could see was an endless abyss of darkness...

As his eyes began to adjust to the looming darkness he could make out a faint light. his fists pound on metal. He was locked inside the trunk of a car. his arms were bound and he could taste hot copper in his mouth. As the blessed chains sizzled his skin.  

He realizes he couldn’t speak. Striker’s red bandanna was wedged inside his mouth. he twisted his body craning his neck. when a tape recorder switches on The low hum of the Cowboy’s voice filled him with fear. 

“Your right where you belong Blitzy, now don’t you fear none darlin- were headed west back to Wrath. I ran into some of your... unsavory exes.  “ And boy- can you make some enemies, had to sweet talk them into a double cross.   We’re headed off to our hideout now”  “No one is comin to save you this time Blitzy, its time sugar-cube to open your eyes- and once we’ve settled a few things in pride and I shoot the ditsy blue blood right between the eyes.. will pick up where we left off- so sit tight darlin” 

Blitz is in trouble and these three are on their way to their hideout with the boss imp in tow. intent on brainwashing him, abusing him- and gas-lighting him into joining.  Fizz wants revenge for leaving him. Verosika wants answer and Striker wants nothing more then to dominate.  Stella gets a letter from Striker in the following weeks after they finished dropping Blitzo off at an undisclosed location.  The Cowboy is up-ing the stakes: proclaiming he’d do more then just end Stolas’s life. Going into vivid detail what they have done with Blitzo providing pictures, recordings, video tapes and articles of bloodied clothing. 

 But what Stella doesn’t expect is to be double-crossed by not just one assassin but three- Striker has been sitting her up to take the fall from the very start. 

Its up to Moxxie, Millie, Octavia, Loona and Stolas  to figure out where they are hiding the Boss. Its a race against time. every second count because Blitz is falling prey to the three gas-lighters.  and if they don’t hurry fast they might be facing another adversary  in the form of their boss, their dad- and their lover.

#Hellvua Boss #fanfiction #Head Cannon #Striker/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #stolas/blitzo #Moxxie/Blitzo/Millie. #Loona #Octavia

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Sins of Greed.

Blitzo: so another Alpha/Omega fanfic (Reads notes) Blitzo: So when can I be the Alpha? and can someone answer why Mammon is chasing my tail?.  Lord Mammon: “You had a crush on me when you were younger, or don’t you remember little imp? Mammon purrs.  Blitzo: First off, I’m not Fizz you can’t just buy me!  and your going to have to try harder. Second, Stay the fuck away from me with that! my clown phase ended with Fizz.  Fizz: Mammon  stay away from my Harlequin!, I already sold you my image I’m not going to sell you my best friend and fuck buddy” 

Blitzo inches away from the group, “I’m not Fizz, your going to have to try a lot harder Blitzo counters wrapping his tail around Fizz’s waist.  they had gone though a lot. and,  even if he tried to hide it. Blitz still harbored feeling for his former friend. I’m just going  to have a threesome with M&M and call it a day announces Blitzo.  “Well darlin,  Bombproof will be sad to hear that, since he’s been itching for your attention.  Fizz pauses as Blitzo’s tail slips from Fizzorolli’s waist. Fizz looks at the Cowboy through his binoculars. “When did BlitzO wrangle himself a cowboy? Shit! he has a horse!, which means that leave us ass out.   “What do you have Mammon the Jester asks. feeling out of his depth. He was an Omega after all, all happy and in love with Ausmodeous. but he couldn’t just leave Blitz at the mercy of a sin. the embodiment of greed, and those tendrils those lingers memories.  of those heated nights, their bodies flushed as both fought for dominance. he’d force himself on Blitz. make that imp crave his touch once again.  But they were forgetting one vital contender for the Boss imp’s heart. The Ares Goeita prince... Stolas. they might’ve come to an agreement in the past but the owl Prince wouldn’t allow the best ass in hell to get away. 

#Hellvua Boss/Hazbin Hotel fanfiction Crossover #Striker/Blitzo #Stolas/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Alpha/Omega #Lord Mammon/Blitzo #Sins series. #Omega/Omega #Moxxie/Millie #Loona #Verosika/Blitzo

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The Dancer and the Assassin: The contract Killer, and his reluctant partner.

The Cowboy wasted no time in getting undressed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side.  Before doing the same with Blitzo. Running his tongue across the sculpted plains of Blitzo's bare chest. mindful of the plethora of bruises. He could feel the ripple of  taut muscle stretched over a lean body.  He could feel Blitzo's body quiver beneath him as he raveled in his partner's untapped prowess that simmers: beneath crimson flesh.  jumping like kindling  embers at his touch. pale lips brush against hardening nipples. Striker nips Blitzo, teasing him. kissing a trail from his bruised sternum to his belly button. with each fiery touch Blitzo could feel  the rush of desire kindling like liquid fire as it seeps and pools into his groin.  Blitzo gives a sharp gasp of pleasure.  reaching up he clutches Striker's horns.  Blitzo hisses feeling Striker's sharp claws dig into his hips as the hard edge of  Striker's pulsating cock  brushes against his abdomen.  

He knew he wouldn't be  leaving this spot without the Cowboy getting  what he wanted. Striker was always infectious. Blitzo was drawn to him: like a moth to a flame. Blitzo could feel  Striker tugging  once again on the loops of his pants  and dragging  as he drags his partner's slick black slacks  down past his thighs.  the serpent's eyes lit up as he licks his lips.  the Cowboy runs a hand down  Blitzo's inner thigh, strumming his leg like a guitar before nipping the inner thigh.  Blitzo shudders giving a yelp of pain that melted into pleasure. Blitzo was purring.  Blitzo wiggles beneath him as Striker's hot breath ghosts  along the shaft of his exposed member. Striker could feel Blitzo's body trembling as his hands slide up Blitzo's body, gripping his hips he pulls the Boss imp towards him. his head bowed the serpent's head bobbed as he swallowed Blitzo whole. The Boss imp's legs were around his shoulders his hands gripped tightly onto Blitzo as he continued to suck. Blitzo reaches up gripping Striker's horns, grunting as Striker lifts him into his arms his hand sqeeze Blitzo's ass. Blitzo finds himself cornered  and pressed up against the wall.  Striker gulps down the warm salty liquid. He could fee Blitzo start to coil around him. he listened a soft growl vibrating through his chest.

Striker takes Blitzo to bed, he lies the imp down, giving a playful nip to his inner thigh. before disappearing into the next room and coming back with his belt.  He ties Blitzo's hands behind his back and crawls between his legs. He buries Blitzo's face into the pillow lifting up his hips he swiftly pernitrates the hybrid from behind. gripping his horns. He thrusted.  running his claws up Blitzo's  thighs and dragging them down Blitzo's back. The Harlequin's body jerks and twists. As the thrusts grew  harder, faster, deeper. Blitzo cries out out in pain but all  Striker could think about was that Dancer. He didn't know her name,  or what she wanted with his partner. he knew one thing though if Blitzy wanted to go to the luncheon with Angel Dust this week he'd have to try harder to please the cowboy. and he wasn't off to a good start. Striker had taught him a lesson. his last partner wound up in the ground, north of Wrath in an unmarked grave.  

#Hellvua Boss #"The Assassin and the Dancer #Hurt/comfort #Gaslighting #Hurt Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #Stolas/Blitzo #Johanna/Blitzo #Hazbin Hotel crossover #Angel-Dust #Wip

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First Look into... Prisoner of your love. (A Hellvua Boss fanfiction.

It was eerily quiet inside his apartment,  Blitz looks around at the empty apartment, his eyes both sore and achy. Loona had moved out last week, and yet he hadn't the heart to tell Stryker. He doubted that the snake inmp would take no as an answer. and as bad as he was feeling now. he didn't want to impose in on M&M. There would be no sleeping tonight, Blitzo knew if he closed his eyes he would be haunted. no, it was much easier to ignore the problem. he had spent years running away and now Drake and the refugees were looking for him too. Blitzo mindlessly began brewing a pot of coffee. "It was good to be home, at least now he could gather his thoughts in relative peace. "Beep, Beep" Blitzo turns his head to the sound of his answering machine. Blitzo stirs his coffee chewing on his lower lip. Silent dread building in his chest. "This is crazy he thought, who could've left me a message at this hour?" He knew the beeping wouldn't stop unless he pressed the button. "Stop it, he told himself your being ridiculous only a handful of imps in hell, knew of his personal line.   Blitzo presses the answering machine button and listens. Beep. "Sir its Moxxie, Stella threatened Millie and I, never to reveal the truth surrounding Stolas's death. You haven't been into work for awhile is everything okay sir?" if this is about the House of Ausmodeous, Moxxie pauses, just give us a call back as soon as you get the message. "Don't think so Mox, not tonight" thought Blitzo. your trying to make me go back to him, I won't he'll have to drag me back kicking and screaming. "Truth is, I'm not sure what to make of Stolas's death" Blitzo says to the answering machine. "I don't feel much of anything" Next... Beep. Mildred's voice could heard on the other end. "Sir, it been several weeks, Stella is threatening to shut down imp. she is gloating about Stolas's demise.  did you have a hand in that sir?> Beep. "No, it wasn't my fault. where were you all when I needed you the most, when the stakes were to high? and I had to do some hard negotiations with an irritating snake. Beep. "Hey Dad, drove past your building on the way to another hell-hound bash party was wondering if you wanted to join me?. I don't know what's going on with you lately and I've been feeling strangely nostalgic for you voice.  Give me a call back, and I get you out of your crummy apartment for awhile. Blitzo cracks a half hearted smile, his baby girl was growing up and this time she was including him. he felt strangely warmed by her offer. "Well see Loony" he smile pressing the erase button. Blitzo went to go lay down on the couch. "Fat chance, he thought thinking about Stella he wouldn't be giving up I.M.P without a fight. "I've ruined everything... what was I thinking!.. now, I'm unsure of everything. "What have I done?" Where do I go from here?" He thinks as he grabs his horsey blanket and nestles into the couch. tears brimming his eyes.  Tomorrow he would head back confront Stella and any possible outcome. He wouldn't return to Striker, he'd die before returning to that snake bastard. But his twin brother had offered possibilities.

#Hellvua Boss #Fanfiction #Prisoner of your love #Omegaverse. #stryker/blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #(Twins) #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Robo-Fizz/Blitzo #Past) Jesse/Blitzo #Protective Moxxie/Millie #Loona. #MPREG #hurt/comfort. #rape.

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The Corpse Undeath the Hanging Tree

Years ago Striker, a ruthless outlaw takes the seven rings of hell by storm. In a tragic twist of fate the gunslinger was struck down by a Goetic commander and nobleman. As the commander and chief stood over the dying cowboy, the imp spits up into his face: a look of defiance shines in his eyes.

A gruff voice rumbles: like a thunderstorm through the stagnant air. "you may have everyone fooled beast, but you will never fool me" hisses the Serpent Cowboy. As The Goeita Prince stomps on his chest causing the snake imp's body to bounce as he wheezes in pain.

Blood blooms spreading across the wrangler's chest, as Striker coughs up blood on his hands and knees.

His mouth stained red with blood he snarls up at his killer. Striker could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away.

The taste of hot copper curdles at the back of his throat. With shaking arms he levels his guns at the large Goeita.

A look of meaningless pity flashes in the prince's eyes. Hard ruby eyes pierce the cowboy with their chilling gaze. He couldn't have the resistance kindling again: sparks of a revolution. The cowboy needed to be made into an example.

The commander couldn't risk having word get out to the main house. Stolas sneers down at the pale skinned imp watching as light fades from the gunslinger's eyes before smirking coldly down upon him raising up his sword he buries it into the Outlaw's chest. The Owl Prince drags the imp down into the gully, and into the dead woods leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Gripping the cowboy's shoulder he snaps it back until he could hear a sickening pop. Stolas grips Striker by his jaw lifting him up in the air: as a long talon traces his eyes. Striker let's out a blood-curdling scream as the commander digs his long talons into his eyes, ripping them out he places them into a velvet bag. The Owl prince smiles licking the blood from the imps face before dropping the corpse into a shallow grave underneath a hangman's noose. He buries the legendary Cowboy face down in the dirt. Leaving the Cowboy's body to rot.

As the years passed, and the revolution was forgotten, a family of grifters were trotting along in an old gothic style coach. Imps were sold into slavery and Blitzo was set to marry Stolas against his will. Bequeathed to an Overlord of greed upon his mother's deathbed. The crimson imp was at the mercy of the king of greed and his zany son Fizzorolli.

Masters of mind bending illusions this crooked family had the audacity to hoodwink one of the most credible families within the lust Ring.

Strongly believing that they could bleed out the Goeita bloodline by weaseling in one of their own.

The wedding arrangements were going to be settled on, upon their arrival to the Goeita estate. Who better to marry the ditsy blueblood than their very own loveless Harlequin.

Blitzo stares gloomily out through the painted glass panes of the carriage. Watching as the rain poured down from the skies wearing a dour expression on his face: like he was going to a funeral rather than attending his own wedding.

The plan was a simple one, get the feathered bird brained to fall for his whimsical charms. Then upon the night of their honeymoon, while Stolas was distracted, he'd poison him with untraceable toxins, the plan was flawless.

Fizzorolli would help Blitzo rehearse for months on end: he'd crawl between Blitzo's legs acting drunk, sqeezing Blitzo's thigh. Fizz grips Blitzo's head. Sucking on his tongue. Fizz runs his hands down the harlequin's thighs. As Blitzo hums into the kiss.

"Let's take it from the top" Fizz says taking off his clothes.

-

Lady Estella Everclaw, was the pivotal Lady in waiting. She was Stolas's childhood sweetheart. She let her jealousy rule her turning her into a cantankerous, vexing harpy.

A blight on the dreary town of Evermore. Estella was smart as a whip and devious too. As her obsession with the young nobleman grew.

Her love for the grim prince would turn fatal.

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Fortunately for both Fizzorolli and Blitzo, Lord Mammon had the Goeita King and his lascivious Queen wrapped around his little pinky. King Atlas and Queen Avery wanted to get their greedy claws onto Lord Mammon's vast fortunes. The King of Greed, the Jester of Lewdness: wasn't as poor as he acclaimed to be. He was a greedy man seizing opportunities where he saw fit.      

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They soon arrived: and was greeted by the King and Queen: Blitzo stood stock still as the King and Queen silently passed judgement upon him. This was the day the Harlequin had dreaded the most, and subsequently it was also the day that Lord Mammon and his son were pushing for, and grooming Blitzo for years.

The scarlet imp groans dragging his feet through the threshold leading into a massive den: A burning hearth: sat ablaze nestled in the corner: the melodic sound of the grand piano filled the room.

The imp was stalling hoping that one, if not both would change their minds. Blitzo couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling: the unbridled dread washing over him: screaming at him to run.

But with one critical eye and a pointed look from his "Father" the young harlequin enters the family den. Coming to stand behind Stolas who had his back poised and turned to the little devil. The owl prince sat at a grand Piano his eyes shut immersed in the music his nimble fingers were flying over the keys. He was appalled at his parents for even considering going through with an arranged marriage.

There was no need, they weren't dirt poor this wasn't the stone-age. But then again try telling that to King Atlas and his Queen who were money hungry aristocrats.

Were they skirting the barrel again? was King Atlas double-dipping he knew his father had a gambling problem and his mother loved the lavished life: full of dictum and poise.

Prince Stolas: was a cold blooded killer, his hands were stain with the blood of a filthy imp and here he was expected to marry one-.

The tiny imp was small 6'5 with crimson flesh: with tiny scars marring his body, his eyes were made of kindling fires: he had a bombastic personatly that threatened to consume the cold hearted prince.

It didn't take long for Blitzo to wheedle his way into the prince's icy heart using his impish charms and wit. -

In his own opinion, it worked a little too well, if you were to ask Blitzo. Infatuation caved way into dark temptation: lust melted away into obsession. Unfortunately for the commanding prince it was all one-sided. Blitzo knew if he didn't partake in the absurdness of this situation than Lord Mammon and Fizzorolli would make his life a living hell. The Harlequin was creeped out but found that he had no choice in the matter between the late night booty calls, the inane baby-talk: he was made to suffer through and the obnoxious random phone calls late at night when everyone else got to sleep: was enough! he'd kill that squawking bird and make it look like an accident if he got one more booty call.

On one cold and blustery night as the frost was creeping in, getting ready to settle for the long season. The fireplace crackled and popped; the floorboards creaked and moaned. Blitzo had spent months cooped up in the Goeita estate under the scrutiny of the King and queen and other unnamed nobles. Between their hushed voices that burns through his ears and the looming wedding that was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Blitzo was getting cold feet. He paced the den, listening to Stolas. As the aristocrat played the piano, ignoring his distraught fiancé.

The scarlet imp couldn't stand it. His thoughts were running rampant. Stolas paused in his playing to give the imp a scathing look. The Harlequin was thinking about running away, abandoning his family. "If you're leaving, I expect you home by five tonight. Don't be late Blitzy," Blitzo pauses, looking at the prince. It was as if Stolas could read his mind. "They all run eventually. Why should you be any different, and once were married little imp, your wings will be the first thing I clip,"

With that, Blitzo darted out of the room: he fled into the Dead Woods But, a pair of insidious eyes leers out from the shadows, watching the imp flee into the woods. Blitzo heard manic footfalls. He peers back in time to see Fizzorolli barreling into him.

Fizz slams into him hard with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs, Slamming Blitzo into the rough bark of a dying tree. He snarls in his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Screams Fizzorolli before throwing him onto the ground, littered with fallen leaves. Fizz crawls on top of him, punching Blitzo across the face. Blood splatters across the dead leaves as he captures Blitzo's hands, holding them above his head. He leers menacingly down as Blitzo tries to block against his brother's destructive tirade. His eyes widen: fearful of what his brother was about to do. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? He growls into Blitzo's face. "Were so close, BlitzO stick to the plan," Fizz snarls, nipping his nose, before leaning down to capture Blitzo's mouth in a sinful kiss. "A few more weeks, my little Harlequin, and will leave with a handsome dowry," Blitzo hums into the kiss. His tongue slides into fizz's mouth as the clown coaches him along. Blitzo breaks away, turning his head.

"I can't Fizz," he says. "Don't make me marry him. He's vile, crude and the way he talks to me" Blitzo shudders beneath his brother. Fizzorolli takes Blitzo's thumb into his mouth and suckles. "Enough BlitzO!" Fizz growls, pressing his mouth to Blitzo's, ensnaring Blitzo's tongue with his teeth. "Remember dear brother, he is just a quick cash grab: whatever hideous habits he has you'll have to put up with and don't go falling in love with anyone but me" "Your mine, bequeathed to my father upon your mother's deathbed," Fizz growls. His hot breath coasting along Blitzo's neck. The Harlequin's body shudders as he squirms beneath the jester.

Fizzorolli wedges his knee between Blitzo's legs, resting his kneecap on the Harlequin's abdomen. Trapping the loveless clown beneath him. "Think of the money BlitzO, we'd be set for life, you, me and Mammon and if I wanted to, I could send you away upstate to that college you've been drooling over," Fizz purrs into his ears trying to sweeten the deal.

Fizz licks the shell of his ear before ripping open his jacket. Blitzo watches as his brass buttons fly in every direction. "Mammon would never allow you to do such a thing," Blitzo counters, his eyes hardening on Fizz as he tries to sit up. The dubious clown pushes him back down on a bed of leaves. Tearing open his shirt, watching as Blitzo's nipples hardened from the cold. His hot breath washed over Blitzo's chest, causing the imp to shudder and writhe beneath him.

Fizz captures Blitzo's neck: nipping and gnawing, teasing and taunting. Knowing exact ally what do to cause a reaction. He kisses his neck, leaving little love bites that would turn into welts by the morning. His hand scrapes down the slope of Blitzo's chest. He could feel the imp purring. "You leave daddy dearest to me and don't forget your place. You belong to me, my little Harlequin. It would be a shame if you ended up like your sister. The jester sneers into his ear. Blitzo grits his teeth. "Barbie-Wire," he whispers, his heart plummeting. He had found her splayed out and naked: her thighs were coated in seamen, her chest was littered with Knicks and bite marks. Her womb was evisorated, her face mangled.

Fizzorolli grips Blitzo's by the jaw, bringing him up, so that he was staring into his eyes which flickered with animosity. "Never lose sight of your goals, little brother," Fizz warns, licks the tears from his face. "Get your ass back there before those overgrown vultures start to congress around. "You blow our cover, little brother. A late night booty call will be the least of your worries, Fizz orders, running his fingers down Blitzo's chest. "Now I have to go fuck a Goeita's brains out. She's snooping around and getting a little too close for my comfort." "

"Don't blow this for me little one, or you'll end up in the hospital again" Fizz warns, his steeling green eyes raking over Blitzo's lithe form. He unbuckles his belt reaching out he grips Blitzo by the shirt and drags him along the hollow ground: deeper and deeper he takes the Harlequin, who is kicking and screaming into the forest. Shredding his brother's clothing and strewing it through the forest. As Blitzo scrambles, He lays him underneath the Hangman's noose, spreading his legs. Blitzo peers up at the swinging noose as Fizz's arm wraps around him. He could feel the tip of Fizz's member penetrate him. The imp cries out in pain, twisting in his brother's mechanical arms. Faster and faster, Fizz drives into him, unrelenting. His stomach curdles as Blitzo tries to get away. Fizzorolli pulls out only to thrust back in: Blitzo screams, his cries muffled by dead leaves. It felt like hours beneath the hangman's tree where his brother continuous violented him. There was greed and poeession in every thrust. Splitting pain erupts, causing the Harlequin to curl up into himself.

Fizz bit savagely into the crevice of his neck, feeling the warm blood pool in his mouth as he rode out his omasum. Leaving Blitzo cold and wet, his hands tied with a chord of rope behind his back. Hanging from the noose of the Hangman's tree. Poised on his toes, he was left to think by the malicious clown.

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Blitzo works his hands feverishly, while trying to maintain his balance. His could feel his hands growing numb as blood trickles down his neck. His heart was pulsating in his chest. He stood previously on a rotting log, the same log he was fucked over. Blitzo closes his eyes, feeling an icy chill go through his naked body. "Come back when you're ready to apologize to the prince," Fizzorolli's voice echoes in his head.

Working his wrists, Blitzo wipes the blood dribbling out from his mouth on his arm. "Oh God, that was close," he thought as the rope fell to the ground, pulling his head from the noose before the rotting log collapsed into itself, sending them flailing into the dead leaves. Blitzo's eyes darken as he went about retrieving his clothes. The imp winces in pain, pulling on his pants. Bending down, he picks up a little black box: Tilla's wedding rings, gleams brightly in the grim forest. Blitzo took a shuddering breath. He didn't want to face anyone right now. Not is his current condition, he doubted Stolas would care; he knew Mammon would just narrow his eyes at him and make him run a gauntlet of aerials when they got back to Loo-Loo-land.

Blitzo hisses as he looks around for a ravine to wash himself in. Since he was left to his own devices, he made the best of it by rehearsing his vows. Hollow, meaningless vows.

He pictures Stolas, standing in the window peering out into the dead woods: a haughty expression on his face. "nothing warm and fuzzy there" Blitzo mutters to himself. As he fumbles across his lines.

The thought of his sister left a sour taste in his mouth. She didn't deserve that. But Mammon just brushed her away. He didn't care about the siblings. Just what they could provide for him. And, when he realized which twin had talent: it was all downhill for Blitzo. Luckily, Mammon saw Barbie-Wire as a lady of the night.

He was quick to pair his son up with the remaining twin. "now if he wanted to go to college to get away from the psycho circus of a family, he'd have to play by their rules. He envisioned the university lead by Charlie Morningstar. His freedom was days away, so with determination he tosses the ring up and catches it. Moonlight shone above him, and he could see the King and Queen reflected in the stumps, ahead of him: a gnarled root sticking up out of the dirt, near the old  gully.

"With this hand, I shall lift your sorrows." "Your cup will never empty, for I shall be your wine." "With this candle I shall light your way in darkness," "And, with this ring, I ask you to be mine.

#Hellvua Boss/Corpse Bride AU. Stolas/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Instructor Striker/Blitzo #Dark AU. #part 2 coming soon.

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Blitzo is cursed into chibi form by Alastor was enough. In a mission gone awry  has catastrophic repercussions for the Boss imp.  turned into a vampire  and left under the care of Moxie and Millie.  Now Blitzo has to struggle with the simplest of tasks all the while keeping his condition a secret from those who would wish to exploit him. Can Blitz find a cure or will he be forced to drink blood for eternity   

#Hellvua Boss Chibi Blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #Stolas/Blitzo #Moxie/Blitzo #Verosika/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #cute Blitzo #Chibi Vampire Blitzo.

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The Song Remains the Same: Part 2. 

The Truth was staring him right in the face, as he realized that Loona didn't need him, she was gone off to another whirlwind party. The hell hound made it perfectly clear that she would be just fine without him. Loona would never know how close her father was to taking his own life. Moxie and Millie would survive, they had each other, they were one of the lucky few. Wherever he belonged it wasn't here. he was only clutching onto dreams and hearsay.

It wasn't with Stolas, The Goeita Prince was one big mistake he wished he could erase. "If only Stolas had spoken up, maybe then tonight would've been salvageable. Perhaps he would've taken the prince up on his offer. Fizzorolli was mocking him! just because Ausmodeous cared about him, and he could flaunt it around! Instead Stolas bowed his head. hiding his face and leaving Blitzo open for a brutal attack by his two exes. Like he was ashamed to be caught out on a date with an imp.

And whatever they had was gone, fizzled out. Blitzo could barely look at him, and when Stolas reached out for his hand, Blitzo was done.

"What hurts the most, was being so close and then watching you walk away, and having so much to say"

" You promised me you'll always be there for me, that' you'd never leave me" and watching you walk away, you just walked away. He wanted to feel whole to be needed my someone, but he couldn't figure out the first step, it hurt, it hurt too damn much, to breathe, to even think tonight was wasted.

Who was left in his lonely heart? Who truly cared about him? And no what he could do for them. Blitzo clutches his head, his head is swimming, too much this was all too much. His head was drowning with dark thoughts, heart thrumming wildly in his chest as he searches for a sharp object. But his eyes kept blurring and he couldn't see. There were so many bridges that he burned down masking his hurt only drove his loved ones further away. Verosika was right, he was self-sabotaging

"So long as I'm in your life, you'll have nothing to fear BlitzO, and you'll always have a reason to be happy my little Harlequin" Fizzorolli's voice echoed in his head. "BlitzO, I think you should follow your dreams, maybe they'll lead you to the happiness your looking for Verosika's voice cut in. as they strolled through the amusement park holding hands. Fizzorolli had gone away on tour with Lord Mammon and Verosika was in town. It was the happiest six months of his life and when Verosika offered a bodyguard position Blitzo had jumped at the opportunity. Verosika deserved better.

You need to be more careful, Blitzy I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you, I'm not sure if I should allow you to use my grimoire your safety is more important to me, do you understand my little impish one?" Now don't you go holding back on me Stolas, we had an agreement!" Blitzo purrs while crawling up and in-between Stolas's legs.

Low gravely laughter bubbled out from the cowboy, as the herder watched the city imp try and fail to climb onto Bombproof. "Whoever gave you those shitty horse riding lessons, owes you a refund sugar-cube" "Here let me help ya out darlin" that freaking smile never left the country imp's face as he slid behind the scarlet imp who was blushing like mad and if those calloused knuckles brushed across the Boss imp's face, as an arm winds around Blitzo's mid-section the Boss imp didn't say a word. "Allow a professional to teach ya how to ride the untamable" Striker purrs. Loving the indignation look on the scarlet devil's face.

#Hellvua Boss #Stolas/Blitzo #Verosika/Blitzo #Fizzorolli/Blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #hurt/comfort. #Hurt Blitzo #Songfic AU Rascal Flats.