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"I'll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I'll be good enough for Mammon." Fizz says to Blitzo. "Look Fizz, it seriously isn't that big of a deal! That dude was a fucking asshole. You're already good enough, alright?" The compliment sticks with Fizz as they continue walking around the Greed ring. "Yeah. Thanks, I guess.. let's just head home." Walking down the streets of Greed, the imps take in their surroundings. Green. Not in the shrubbery or greenery sense, but Mammon green. Money green. Blitzo tenses at the sight of this, feeling uncomfortable. They finally get to the elevator back to the Pride ring. Both imps are tired, Blitzo especially. As they board the elevator, Blitzo sits to the left of Fizzarolli. As Blitzo cozies up in the seat, Fizz blushes as his best-friend-turned-crush turns to look at him. He begins to zone out when suddenly- “Fizz? Uh… you alright?” A hand waves in front of Fizz’s face. “Huh? Oh shit, yeah. My bad. I’m just… tired. I guess.”

Blitzo questions him, he’s obviously not tired but riled up from Mammon’s performance and his little ‘fan encounter’ from earlier. “Fizz. Is this STILL about that guy? He’s a DICK. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. Please, Fizz.” Blitzo grabs his friend’s face and turns it to look in his eyes. “Trust me on this one. Alright?”

HOLY SHIT.

“Y-yeah. Alright. Thanks, Blitzo.” Fizz couldn’t believe what just happened. If he wasn’t already taken aback by Blitzo tonight, that had settled it. Sure, he was right about the performance and his fan on the street having Fizz all stressed out, but he was also stressing over Blitzo himself. Using all his money to get the two tickets to Mammon’s show was the most someone had ever done for him. A night without having to be his best for anyone but himself. A night he could spend with his best friend. Because that’s all that the two were. Friends. What Blitzo didn’t know was that the three factors were making Fizz go manic. “Dude. Fizz?” Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he started staring into space again. He blinks back into consciousness. “Shit. Sorry. I definitely need rest. Tonight was a lot.” “Yeah, checks out. Hey, you’re alright to fall asleep here. I’ll wake you at Pride. Fizz smiles.

As he shut his eyes, he envisions his future. Working for Mammon, being filthy rich and- and Blitzo. He couldn’t take his mind off the imp. When the two came out to each other, Fizz thought nothing of it. At most a bonding experience to their already tight-knit relationship. But as the two spent more and more time with each other, Fizz had felt himself drawn to his best friend in a more romantic way than a platonic way. He would never tell him though. Blitzo was too good for him. Just friends. That’s all they’d ever be. As the two sit on the empty elevator, Fizz drifts off to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, once he was fully asleep, he ended up leaning on Blitzo’s shoulder. Blitzo feels the weight of his friend’s head on his shoulder and freezes. He is shocked, but not unhappy. He blushes.

What Fizz also doesn’t know is that his feelings were reciprocated by the other imp. Blitzo doesn’t move. He stays still, trying to keep calm when the guy he loves was lying on his shoulder like it was nothing. He stays still for a good 20 minutes until the elevator reaches Pride. “Hey Fizz.. uh.. we’re here.” He doesn’t want to move Fizz off his shoulder; he loves the feeling of his crush lying there, so he just shakes him. Fizz jolts awake. “Huh? We’re here alread-“ fuck. Fizz realizes the position he was currently in. He sits up and begins apologizing to Blitzo. “Sorry oh my god I didntrealizebecauseIfellasleepitwon’thappenagai-“ A finger hits his lips. “Chill out. It’s fine. Let’s just get home. You’re staying at mine tonight.” A smile creaks on Fizz’s face.

Back at Blitzo’s house, Fizz starts to lay blankets and pillows on the ground for his makeshift bed for the night. Alone in the room, Fizz memorizes his surroundings. Every poster, the cluttered shit on his desk, and the loose shirts hanging from his dresser. Blitzo is downstairs grabbing something for the two. He comes upstairs with a bottle of booze and cigarettes and shows them to Fizz. He smiles and takes one of the cups and the two start drinking. 4 drinks in and half a pack each and they’re already both messes.

“Dude~~ mm..Mammon’s so shittt…. don’t work for him man.. im-it’s not worth itt.” Fizz drunkenly laughs and responds, completely off topic. “Heyyy… have you-“ he comes to his senses for a short second, but is once again taken over by his intoxication. “-have you ever been… in love with anyone?” The words spill from his mouth like water. All gone before he could do a thing about it. He covers his mouth with his hand. Blitzo blows smoke from his mouth. “I mean.. yeah. A couple times.” Fizz knows now was the only chance he could ever tell him how he felt. Fizz exhales the smoke from his mouth into the air. Inching towards Blitzo, he meets his gaze and stares into his eyes for a second until-

Fizz brings his lips onto Blitzo’s, locking the two in a kiss. His eyes widen, and then Blitzo kisses back. The two kiss for a minute and then Fizz pulls away. “I’m sorry, Blitzo. I’ve been in love with you for so long now. I wanna say for almost a fucking year. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our f- us. I didn’t want to ruin US.” Fizz gasps. He just unloaded a LOT of heavy information onto this man. He starts to apologize. “Oh my god. I- I don’t know what just happened. Seriously, we can forget it. I never said anything.” Blitzo smiles and grabs Fizz’s face and pulls him into another kiss. As he pulls away after a few, he replies. “Fizz. Hey. I like you too, okay? Don’t be sorry. I liked that.” Fizz blushes and then nods. Blitzo pats his lap and Fizz lays his head down, facing up at Blitzo’s face. “I love you, Blitzo.” Fizz tenses. Was he too quick to say that? Will this all turn to shit just as quickly as it happened? He waits for a response. “Fizz. I love you too.” Fizz feels tears forming in his eyes. He’s overjoyed. Blitz sees this and brushes away the tears, pulls him up to his face, and kisses him. The two barely slept that night. They talked, smoked, drank, and kissed, and finally slept.

By the time Fizz woke up, Blitzo was already down the hall, making breakfast. *Obviously not making it well,* Fizz thinks, seeing the smoke coming through the bedroom door. He walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Blitzo’s waist, grabbing the spatula out of his hands to take over. “Hey Blitz.” Blitzo takes a step away from the kitchen stove, very obviously hungover. “Woah uh, hey, Fizz.. Awfully touchy this morning..” Fizz is taken aback. “Sorry, I just assumed that after last night you’d be fine with it.?” Blitzo turns to look at the imp. “Last night..? Like the Mammon show or..?” Fizz starts to shake. “No. Like *AFTER* that. In your room. Do you seriously not remember?!” Blitzo thinks. “Nah. Nothing. I feel WAY too hungover to remember anything after the show, dude.”Now Fizz was seriously starting to get pissed off.

“Dude. Are you like, fucking with me, or something? Do you ACTUALLY not remember or-“ He was cut off by an equally as angry Blitzo. “No Fizz, I don’t. I don’t remember what happened. I drank like, twelve bottles! So sue me for being completely shit-faced and not remembering what happened. If it was THAT important, I probably would have remembered.”Blitzo responds with a sense of anger in his voice. “Blitzo, what the fuck!?” Now Fizz starts to get angry.

“I remember the whole thing! I drank just as much as you did! How the hell do you not remember!?! I told you I *LOVED* you, Blitzo! And you said it back! How STUPID do you have to be to forget something like that!? Even for someone that wasted! That’s important enough for you to remember! Or, well, now I guess not.” Blitzo stops in his place. “Fizz.. what?” Fizz looks at the confused imp. “Blitzo. You told me you loved me. We fucking made out. Are you gonna tell me you actually don’t remember..?” Blitzo blinks. “Fizz I-… I don’t. I don’t remember. I’m sorry but I didn’t-“ But he couldn’t finish his sentence, Fizz interrupted him. “Don’t. Don’t give me that shit. Fuck you, Blitzo. Have a shitty life, asshole.” He stormed out of the door.

“FIZZ! I DIDN’T… I didn’t know that you felt the same way as me.” His voice went from a shout to a small whisper. He banged the door, and then fell to the floor, with Fizz out of his sight.

Blitzo called Fizz’s number over 100 times that day, but he never answered. By the next month, Blitzo had given up. He couldn’t find Blitzo even after checking all the rings in Hell. He cried in his apartment for the next few weeks and tried to wash the feelings out with alcohol. His apartment floor was covered in empty bottles. He didn’t have the energy to clean anything. He slumped against his door with his head in his hands.
What the fuck. he thinks to himself. Why the hell am I like this? He drags himself over to his window and shouts: “FUCK YOU FIZZ, I’M SORRY!! I LOVE YOU!” That would be the last time for many years before he said ‘I love you’ again.

Across the rings of Hell, Fizz sat atop a ledge of a building in Lust. He swayed his feet off the side of the building. For a while he debated just jumping off. Is all love like this? He thought to himself. Tears fell from the roof down to the street. He couldn’t live with himself. Between ending everything and finding Blitzo and apologizing, Fizz didn’t know what to do. Just the thought of Blitzo in his mind fogged up Fizz’s thoughts. He scowled. The anger on his face turned into sadness, and eventually into disappointment. He stood up from the ledge. He took a deep breath and looked across Lust, the neon lights and tall buildings blinding him. He looked to the sky, then all the way down to the ground.

“Fuck you, Blitzo. I loved you. I’m sorry.” Fizz took a step forward, and he lost all thoughts as he fell.

Fizzarolli didn’t think he was going to wake up at all, let alone being inspected by Mammon and Asmodeus, two of the sins and owners of the Greed and Lust ring in a hospital room. He couldn’t open his mouth and his entire body was in pain, but he could hear the two conversing.

“‘Right then, do you want the little fucker? I’ve been needing a new brand and with a little fixing up he could be PERFECT! Maybe cut some of the skin off; can’t have him walking around looking like that, eh?”

“Oh fuck you, Mammon. I’ll take him in. You know damn well he’d hate your pretentious ass.”

“Eh. Your loss. I’m wasting my fuckin’ time here anyway. And time is money, and you know I need a shit ton of that! See ya later, bitch!”

And with that, Mammon was gone. Fizzarolli felt the large sin hold his face. “I’m gonna fix you, alright? You cute little frog looking guy.” Asmodeus blushed.

“Goodbye, froggie. I’ll be back to check on you soon.”